#after what? jeez 8 years almost

[el-cheung]

Byung-hun Lee, 28th March 2024, Masterclass at Florence Korean Film Fest.

Photo by me and please do not reupload✨

To whom it may concern,

(What I actually mean is, to my fellow Mag7 and Goody x Billy besties)

Guess whom I met last week?

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Introducing... 8 am in the (fucking) neighborhood

Papyrus is back with the groceries.

Unfortunately, his Karen neighbor is still mad at him for ruining her perfect white wall.

Alas, Papyrus is in trouble once again! (or not).

You can read it down the line or on AO3:

8 a.m in the neighborhood

Papyrus finally had his groceries. After a long morning that almost felt like an entire year, the house was finally in sight. He took a look at the clock in his car. He had to meet with Undyne at 2 p.m., which meant he would have to leave at precisely 1:38 p.m. to be on time. It would leave him plenty of time to clean the groceries and wait by the door until it was time to leave.

The skeleton turned at the end of the road to park in his alley. Or at least he intended to. Because he had to stop almost immediately.

His two bins were in the middle of the alley again.

Oh no. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Please, please just leave him alone…

A terrible knock on his window made him jump out of his bones. He looked up in disbelief. Here she was once again.

His Karen neighbor.

Papyrus tried to keep his cool. Everyone said he was the most patient monster they had ever met. So he was going to honor them and be patient with her as well. He could do this. He was the Great Papyrus after all!

He forced a smile and rolled down the window.

"DEAR NEIGHBOR, WE MEET AGAIN! IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Something wrong? You dare to ask me if something is wrong? You ruined my wall!"

Papyrus turned around. Ah, yes. He almost forgot the amazing crack he made in that horrible perfect clean white house of hers. She was just dramatic. If he closed his eyes hard enough, no one could notice it.

The skeleton rolled his eyes. Where was he? Ah yes, being patient. He was the great Papyrus and according to Tumblr, he was supposed to be nice and always smiling, because cute boys can't be sad or have a bad day. He couldn't betray his Tumblr fans. He needed to stay in his role. Hum… What would his Tumblr fans do in these types of situations?

Oh!

He knew!

"RUINED IS A BIG WORD. YOU COULD EASILY HIDE IT. I SUGGEST YOU PUT A PRIDE FLAG ABOVE IT AS WE ARE IN JUNE, THE PROUDEST MONTH OF ALL!"

Well, for sure, Karen didn't expect that. Her face turned from angry to disgusted very fast. Did he say something wrong?

"You are one of them?"

"THEM?"

"Those people who are identifying to helicopters and wearing pink thongs in the streets. Don't you think you did enough already? You're going to contaminate the children with your… Ideology. We're respectable people in this street, you can't just show your pink string to the children and call that an identity. That's absolutely disgusting."

Papyrus shuts his mouth in a loud bone noise. He took a deep breath, then made a slow turn towards the screen of his phone, hanging to the opposite window of his car.

"DEAR TUMBLR FANS, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS AS I WILL BE OBLIGED TO USE A LOT OF STRONG WORDS IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS THAT ARE NOT VERY PAPYRUS AT ALL BUT HOLY FUCK. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND."

"Who are you even talking to? Do you hear voices?"

Papyrus forced a huge smile and met her eyes.

"JEEZ LADY, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. I KNEW YOU WERE A RACIST FUCK ALREADY, BUT THAT'S EVEN MORE FUCKED UP SOMEHOW. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A NORMAL THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE? DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT EDUCATION WHEN YOU HAVE THE LEVEL OF EDUCATION OF AN OYSTER."

She gasped loudly.

"I am not an oyster, you sick asshole!"

"THIS IS NOT THE POINT! YOU COULD BE A MOLLUSK OR A CRUSTACEAN FOR ALL I CARE, THIS DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING: YOUR OPINIONS ARE DISGUSTING, HURTFUL, AND DISGRADING. INSTEAD OF BEING JEALOUS OF ME AND MY GROCERIES, WHY WON'T YOU BUY SOME DECENCY TO THE GROCERY STORE? IT'S JUST TWO MINUTES DOWN THE STREET."

"I will talk to your brother about your behavior! If I can't make you realize how wrong you are, maybe he will! I can't believe how immature you are! What a shame for your kind! And gay with all of that! Poor, poor children! What an example you are for them!"

"FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT GAY BUT ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC. SECONDLY, I AM AN ADULT AND CAN TALK TO MYSELF. AND LAST…"

"if it can help, i don't identify as a helicopter but i for sure wear bright pink thongs. they're cute." Sans said from the first-floor window, watching the drama show playing in the street. "also, my bro is right. he's not gay. i am though. need something else?"

Karen opened and closed her mouth in shock, like a dying goldfish. She then let out a scream of rage and left, raging. Sans lazily waved goodbye at her as Papyrus, very satisfied, flipped his two middle fingers in her back. Anyway. He still had groceries to clean.

Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Fuck Karens.

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

i've got your blood on my hands

day 6 whumptober prompt: not realizing they're injured | "it's not my blood"

neil stumbles down the hall towards his dorm

god he’s fucking tired

he doesn’t think they beat him badly, but the hit to his head must have been harder than he remembers, because his head is pounding and he wants nothing more than to fall into bed (or maybe andrew’s bed) and sleep for 8 hours straight

fuck kevin and his night practices for tonight

andrew’s opening the door before he even has the chance to get his keys out of his pocket

most people like to say andrew’s face is a blank slate, but after the years, neil knows better, he can see the worry and rage in his eyes, the way his eyebrows twitch and the corners of his mouth pull downwards

neil almost sighs in relief at seeing him, rage and all

“where the fuck have you been?”

before he can reply, there are other sets of footsteps coming from inside the dorm, nicky with kevin close on his heels

“neil! you’re back! where were– neil! what happened to you?”

nicky’s voice is too loud, and his pounding head reminds him of how much he hates the light and the noise right now

huh he probably has a concussion

andrew physically hauls him inside the dorm, guiding him to a chair in the kitchen, and neil gently tries to swat him off

god his too tired for this shit

“i’m fine, ‘drew, i just wanna go to sleep”

“drew?”

it wasn’t intentional, but his voice slurred just a little bit, he’s that tired

“josten you’re covered in fucking blood and you definitely have a fucking concussion, sit your ass down”

“it’s not even my blood”

“like that’s any better,” kevin grumbles

“what happened neil?”

nicky’s voice is so soft, but he’s carrying the first aid kit they keep under the bathroom sink

wait when did he leave to get it?

“some guys tried to jump me on my run”

“tried?”

“yeah, they had a knife, but they were amateurs… i – i knocked them out”

andrew’s tense posture says everything he’s feeling, but neil hates to be the reason he’s so tense and stressed

“i promise i’m okay, can i just go to bed?”

andrew’s eyes harden, and of course he noticed his growing drowsiness. he’s just tired

“nicky, kevin, get out”

“what- but andrew-”

“andrew you have to make sure he’s not lying, i swear to god if he has to miss practice-”

“if i have to repeat myself it will be with a knife, day”

“jeez okay, we’re leaving”

once nicky and a very grumpy kevin leave, neil smirking at him as he leaves, andrew turns his serious expression on him

“yes or no, neil”

“you know it’s always yes with you”

his lips twitch in anger, but he doesn’t hesitate to pull neil’s running shirt off him

neil’s eyes are feeling droopy, but he’s aware enough to see andrew’s hands clenching into fists hard enough that neil doesn’t know if his shirt will survive the strength 

he focuses enough that he realizes andrew isn’t looking at his eyes, but at his bare, so despite how hard it feels, he forces his head to move, forces his eyes to take in his bare chest and abdomen and–

oh

so that’s why andrew’s angry

“oh”

“oh, he says, it’s not even my blood, he says”

now that neil’s noticed the stab wound on his lower abdomen, it’s like his exhaustion makes sense, and suddenly his brain catches on and nothing but pain engulfs his entire left side

he tilts forward before he’s noticing it, but andrew is there to hold him up with all his strength, pressing down on the wound hard enough that neil winces

his breathing is growing ragged, and oh– oh it makes sense that it’s bloodloss making him feel like this

“i’m sorry, i– i didn’t realize–”

“shut the fuck up josten, just stay awake”

he can feel himself fading, and he hates himself a little for not being able to follow andrew’s instructions

he’s growing soft, a stab wound wasn’t enough to incapacitate him before

“‘drew call abby, there’s– something isn’t right”

“what the fuck are you talking about? neil, neil, don’t fall asleep”

it takes everything in him to stay awake, “not- not the first time stabbed, something isn’t right”

“don’t you fucking die on me junkie, i will bring you back and kill you myself”

neil can feel andrew struggling to get his phone from the kitchen counter as he balances neil’s weight with one arm, “you wouldn’t do it”

“don’t let me prove you wrong”

“you love me too much to kill me”

he doesn’t even hear himself talking anymore, doesn’t feel his body anymore

“neil, don’t fall asleep, come on, open your eyes junkie”

he wants to, god he wants to so badly, he wants to see andrew and his pretty eyes and his handsome face

but his eyes are too heavy, he feels too heavy

and in andrew’s warm embrace, how could he not feel safe enough to drift away?

dw neil was just probably stabbed right in the spleen and needs surgery but he'll be fine title from blood by nothing nowhere, its not at all related but i could not find a single lyric or phrase that i liked for this prompt and i got tired of searching ajsk

[my-prompt-dump]

Wincest/Gencest/Weirdcest

I can't remember if Charlie met Jack but no one here is dead and everyone is sorta friends.

Also was supposed to be a Fem!Sam au but I can always make another post with that version if any of you want!

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Someone screams in the bunker and keeps screaming. It Dean was already up at the first scream and was about to run to whoever was in trouble until the door to his room opened with a bang.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???"

It was Charlie, holding a... copy of Vogue Magazine? Ugh, Dean is too tired for this. He flops back down to sit in his bed. He's exhausted as fuck but he knows he can't go back to sleep now.

"Jesus, Charlie. I thought someone was dying"

"I wish I was! Cos you just scarred me for life!"

Dean looks at his phone to see that it was still 8 in the morning. Okay, too early.

"Will you two please shut up?" A voice says behind Dean. There buried under their blanket and a mountain of pillows is Sam, birds nest hair and all.

"No! Just- Here! What the shit is this?!"

She shoves the magazine right up to Dean's face and he takes it to see it better.

"Holy shit!"

He feels Sam sit up and position himself to look over his brother's shoulder.

"Oh. They actually did it."

"Man, looks like they weren't full of shit after all. Hey, Sammy, you think we can still get royalties from this?"

Charlie makes an indignant noise. "Huh???"

Dean is still grinning proudly but at least Sam sends an apologetic look her way.

"We were broke." He says like that explains everything. Sam must have seen the doubt in her face because he repeats himself.

"That's literally the whole story, Charlie. We were broke. Chuck didn't include this in the books?"

"NO?? What's the story of this then? Please elaborate for my sanity."

"I would like to know too."

They all turn to the door and see Castiel there, Jack smiling shyly behind him.

Sam and Dean share a look, doing that soulmate annoying silent telephatic talking voodoo whatchumacallit with each other.

Dean stares at the picture again on the page. A picture that takes up the entire spread of the page, followed by an interview with the owners of a booming clothing line.

The picture is him and Sam in their younger years, in a position that will never make people guess they were brothers. They are hugging and wearing clothes too fancy for either of them to ever own. Dean's back is to the camera, but his head is facing right so that his eye is still trained to the lens of the camera; protective and possessive. He's standing in between Sam who was sitting on a table, legs wrapped around his older brother's waist. Sam's arms are around his shoulders, fingers almost clawing his back. His brother's eyes are looking directly at the front; dangerous and equally possessive as Dean's.

Not only that, they were wet and made to look sweaty as fuck so it looks like it's a during-sex kinda shot.

Jeez, how did they agree to that. Not a single thing about this shot was promoting the clothes, you can't even see them properly!

"Alright, but no talking or we're stopping."

They all nod and begin to listen intently.

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Flashback to teen Sam (19) and Dean (23) being banned from every bar at an nth mile radius because of constant hustling and brawls but they're almost out of the allowance John gave them.

John told them it'd be enough til he comes back and that they need to leave as soon as he's back so "no need to get a job, Dean".

Dean should've gotten one anyway just in case because even if he went and got one now, they'd be starving before he gets his first paycheck.

Sam was walking home from school one day and spots an ad stapled to a pole.

'Urgent: Looking for models for our clothing line! Not a scam! Inquire at XXX-XXX'

He thinks it over and says fuck it, he is not having junkfood for dinner again.

Arriving home, he slams the poster at the table where Dean was cleaning their guns.

"Fuck!"

Sam pays him no mind and just points at the thing.

"Let's do it."

At first Dean was confused but he sees the ad and raises an eyebrow at his brother.

"One day of our photos being taken and we'll get money enough to last us a week. Come on."

"Don't know what you're thinkin but we are not models, Sammy."

"We're not ugly, Dean."

"Being not ugly doesn't mean we can model, dude."

Dean would marry himself if he could, that is how good looking his brother thinks he is. Sam was relying on Dean's vanity to get him on board but this. This wasn't what he was expecting.

Well.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"What? Lady-killer Dean Winchester is too chicken to be rejected and find out he's not that handsome after all?"

Dean freezes and Sam already knows he won.

Dean's pride is so easy to mess with.

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It's a starting clothing business that hopes to be big one day. They didn't want to spend too much money but figured that investing in good quality will get them far.

So when two guys in secondhand clothes from Goodwill came for the modelling job, they were hesitant. But when they were cleaned up by the crew, they look like proper models. Handsome, beautiful, pretty, fit, TALL.

Brothers they say but there's an air around them that they can use to say otherwise.

They dressed them up, did their make up, gave them a wet look for the final set and they were done.

Their first promotional poster was born.

Sam and Dean went home with a month's worth of cash and the company was left breathless.

It took them a while to get an audience to see them but it was that photo that blew the growing internet up and put them in the spotlight.

They have it framed in the middle of their new big ass studio like a trophy.

Years later, when they were reached out to by Vogue (VOGUE!!) for an interview about their journey, they knew what photo to use as a centrepiece for their page.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 11

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 3000

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @zoros-fourth-sword @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 11: Coffee Break

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Law was a creature of habit. Your training begun every morning, Monday through Saturday, at 8 AM sharp in the clearing in the forest. It would end promptly at noon and the two of you would return to the base together for lunch. Law didn’t wear a watch, he was so meticulous that he could run his daily routine in his sleep. 

The opposite of how you were. Your body was finally used to having a strict wake up time, but even then Ikkaku would often have to bust through your door and hoist you out of bed when you were feeling extra lazy. You missed your life on the Sunny with your friends, there was organized chaos every day. You could roll out of bed at 6 AM or noon, Sanji would make your favorite breakfast anyway. You could spend your days sparring with Zoro, doing makeup with Robin, or playing Go-Fish with Chopper… no one breathing down your neck about what to do and when…

“Why can Bepo talk?” You ask, trailing behind Law on your way back from training. It was a few days after your confrontation with him on the submarine and you had continued your training without addressing it again. 

“What?” Law replies. 

“He’s a bear… but he’s also like… a person? I’ve seen him swim so obviously it’s not a devil fruit situation…” 

“You’ve never seen a mink?”

“A who now?”

“A mink? The people from Zou?”

“Nope.” 

Law sighs. 

“They’re a race of bipedal animal beings. History says humans evolved from them, we just became less hairy.”

“So everyone there is a polar bear?” You cock your head. 

Law sighs again, frustrated. 

“No. They’re all different mammals. How have you not heard of this? I thought you said your doctor was deer?”

“A reindeer. And no, Chopper’s a real reindeer, he just ate the Human-Human fruit.” You respond. 

“Hmm… Interesting.” 

Several more minutes pass with no sounds except the squelching of your boots in the mud underneath you as you made you way back to compound. Law glances back at you. 

“So… ah..” Law begins, uncomfortably. “Do you like to have coffee?”

You furrow your brow. 

“Like… in general? Do I enjoy coffee?” You respond, confused. 

“No, shit, I mean like…” Law stumbles over his words. This was very much not like the composed, mysterious pirate captain you trained with. “What I mean is, do you want to have a coffee later? In my office.”

Those last words almost looked like they pained him to get out. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. 

“Oh! Well I…” You begin. 

“I got some books when we went to town the other day, I want to show you a few things from them. It might help with developing your devil fruit ability.” Law quickly interrupts. 

“Right, well… it’s tomato season so I’ve got a bunch of work to do in the garden, then I’ve got kitchen duty for dinner… but if you can put one of the guys on dishes I think I can stop by afterwards.” 

“I can do that.” 

— — 

“Daisyyyy! Shachi is hogging the sandwiches!” 

You spin around with a grilled cheese in your mouth. 

“Shachi if you don’t let that plate go I’m going to set you on fire!”

“Jeez, okay mom.” Shachi rolls his eyes and passes the plate of sandwiches to Penguin.

You wolf down the rest of your dinner and pour a hefty bowl of soup to set on a little tray. You place a spoon and a napkin on the tray. You ball up the dishtowel on your shoulder in your hands and throw it at Shachi’s head. 

“Your greedy ass is on dish duty tonight, I have a meeting.” 

“Oh a meeting?” Ikkaku raises an eyebrow over her bowl of soup. 

“Yes a meeting to make sure your captain doesn’t die of scurvy and malnutrition. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You push out of the galley with the tray of soup and head to Law’s office. 

Upon reaching his door, you knock with your heel due to your hands being full. The door cracks open with some unseen force… oh yeah.. the room thing…

“Supper’s on!” You smile while pushing the door open with your shoulder. You see Law at his desk with stacks of old, coverless tomes surrounding him. The books had notes crudely shoved into certain pages. He looks up from the text briefly to beckon you into his office further. You set the bowl of soup and a spoon in front of Law on his desk after folding up the book he was actively reading. 

“Eat. You’re borderline skeletal.” You meet his eyes then nod towards the food. 

Law hums and picks up the bowl.

“Its tomato and egg soup, I grew the tomatoes myself and I added some white pepper and ginger. Tell me if you think it’s-“

Law gulped down the entire bowl in a few seconds and wiped his mouth with his hand. He placed the empty bowl back down on his desk. You raised your brow in surprise. 

“Gods when was the last time you ate?”

“Hmm… yesterday?” Law grabs one of the books from his many stacks and opens to a marked page. 

“These are texts on medieval creatures. It’s not devil fruits, but it might help us figure out what you’re capable of. If you look here- wait. I promised you coffee, didn’t I?”

You smile a little. 

“That you did.” 

“Well, excuse me then.” Law stands, shut the book and moves towards his coffee maker in the corner of his office. 

As Law fiddles with his espresso machine, you take the time to get a good look around the room. You had barely spent any time in here so you wanted to see what Trafalgar Law, Surgeon of Death keeps in his safe space. It was bookshelves, mostly. The antique wood of the bookcases and the worn leather and suede of the furniture was sure a stark contrast to the cold steel flooring and walls. Everything was meticulously clean and organized, except there were tiny little human touches that didn’t go unnoticed by your. His wastebasket was full of empty shrimp-chip bags, crushed energy drink cans, and salt water taffy wrappers. This must be what he lives on when you don’t force him to eat. 

“For a doctor,  your diet sucks.” You chuckle as Law returns to the desk with two cups of coffee in hand. He hands you one and sits back down in his desk chair. He smirks. 

“I forget about food.” 

“That’s insane.”

“Is it?”

“Food is… so important! It fuels your body! Your brain! You can’t live off caffeine and carbs… but I think you know that, doc.”

Law rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the soup.” He opens a drawer in his desk and roots around before pulling out a small bottle of whiskey. He pours a shot or two into his coffee before handing you the bottle. 

“Is this a good idea, after what happened the last time we drank together, Mr Trafalgar?” You smile cheekily at him before grabbing the bottle and pouring some into your cup of coffee. 

Law blushes. Oh gods you had never seen him blush before. He was quite adorable when he was flustered… 

Law makes a hand gesture as if it say “shut up” and cracks his book open again. 

“A wyvern is much like a traditional dragon… scales, breathing fire, long tail, but the difference, as you know would be the wings. It’s clear you’ve harnessed quite a few of these attributes, but you’ve failed to unlock your full Zoan form. I think if you look at these pictures and notes, you might find some information that might help you.”

You look down at the dusty page. It was filled with vicious, fire breathing dragons ripping the heads off unsuspecting villagers. 

“I…. I don’t know if I was to be just like… that…” You point down at the page. 

“Of course not. That’s why you need to learn to control yourself and your abilities before you assume your final form and-“ 

“So I have to stop accidentally burning your eyebrows off?” You interject.

“That would be appreciated, yes.” Law responds, playfully annoyed. “Once you can burn my eyebrows off on purpose, we can move forward.” 

You snort-laugh into your spiked coffee. Was he funny? Or was it the whiskey talking? First you think he’s cute, now you think he’s funny? Was it a full moon? Were you finally losing it?

“What’s with all those newspapers?” You take another sip of your drink and stand up. You walk towards the stack of old newspapers at the bottom of one of Law’s bookcases. 

“It’s not for the newspapers. It’s for the comics.” 

You nod your head down and give him a look. 

“The comics?”

“Sora, Warrior of the Sea. It’s the greatest comic ever made. I have ever single issue ever made.” 

“hmm… never heard of it.” You say as you flip through the stack. 

“What? You’ve never heard of Sora? Stealth Black? It’s been running in the WENP for years.” Law asks. 

“Nope, nothing rings a bell.”

“Grab the bottom one. Bring it here.” 

You oblige and carefully pull Issue 1 from the bottom of the stack of papers. You bring it over to Law’s desk and he flips open immediately to the beginning of the comic strip. “See look, this is Sora. He’s a marine hero, and he fights against Germa 66. He’s got this robot here, see?” 

Law points at the comic on the page and you listen intently. As he explains the years long lore of this fictional hero, you notice a certain sparkle in the pirate captain’s eye. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the figures on the crusty old newspaper page with awe and splendor. You listened for what felt like ages about this nerdy comic strip, but you were mesmerized at the sight of Law finally showing interest in something. 

“So who is this guy?” You point at a character on the page. 

“Good question, this is a new character in this chapter so… wait you’re actually listening?” Law turns to finally meet your gaze. 

“… yes? Why would I not be?” You cock your head. 

“I-I just thought you’d be.. bored… or something..” Law still looks at the page. 

“I’m not bored. I’ve never read this before. It’s interesting. Can we read one more? Tomorrow’s Sunday… no bed time, am I right?” You ask. 

“O-Of course! If you want to!” Law quickly moves from his desk and grabs Issue 2 from the stack. He hurries back to his desk and opens up to the first comic panel. 

“I-If you really want to see the art, you can move your chair over here…” Law scoots his desk chair over to make space for you on his side of the desk. 

You oblige and move your chair to the other side of the desk so that you and Law were sitting shoulder to shoulder. He points to a character in the comic. “So if you see here…” 

Law rambles through the entirety of the comic book with great interest. You alternate looking from the page to his shining face as he smiles, explaining the deep lore behind the story. You had never seen Law so impassioned about anything, let alone a nerdy piece of print media. The hour was drawing late and you yawn involuntarily. 

“Hey, you should get to bed. You worked hard today.” Law closes the old newspaper. 

“Hm. Thanks. You know I really want to hear more about Sora. Maybe we can read more another time?” You ask.

“R-really? I mean.. Yes. We can do that. Enjoy your day off.” Law replies with wide eyes.

“Goodnight, Law.” You smile as you head towards the door of Law’s office. 

“Goodnight.”

You shut the cold steel door behind you and return to your room. Halfway through trudging through the base you realize you had a stupid grin plastered across your face. It was so fascinating to see such an uptight and cold man let loose and info dump about his special interests. He liked superhero comics. How were you supposed to ignore how cute that was?

You sigh and push open the metal door to your room. 

“Well, well, well.” 

“Ah!” You jolt in surprise. 

“It’s 12:30 AM. Where were you, miss girl?” Ikkaku cocks her head as she closes the gossip magazine she was reading while lounging on top of your bed. 

“I-I told you I had a meeting!” You respond defensively. 

“Alone? With the captain? Until the wee hours of the morning? Hmm?”

“OK don’t ��miss girl’ me! He had some books he needed to show me!” You unzip your jumpsuit and start to brush your hair out for bed.

“That man doesn’t let anyone in his office for more than 10 minutes, let alone several hours! What the hell were you talking about!” Ikkaku asks you in an accusatory fashion. 

“Oh my GODS, nothing! He wanted me to learn about my devil fruit powers and we got side tracked talking about that weird comic he likes!” 

“Sora?”

“Yes, Sora. The Sea Warrior guy.” 

“Damn.” Ikkaku opens up the magazine again and looks down. 

“What?” 

“He didn’t tell us about his boy-crush on Sora for YEARS! And you’re already reading it with him after a few months? You think I’m stupid?”

“What do you mean? Of course I don’t think that!”

“He likes you. Clearly. Do you like him?” Ikkaku cuts straight to the point. 

“I… I don’t know yet.” You sit down on the bed next to her as you stripped yourself of your clothes. Ikkaku wraps an arm around you. 

“And that’s okay. Just… be careful. You’ve been through enough, I’d hate to see you get your heart broken too.”

You sigh, relaxing into your pillows. 

“I know… Hey… please don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” You look at her. 

“of course.” Ikkaku holds out her pinky to you and you smile and hook it with your own. You press your foreheads together and laugh. 

“Shit, if he starts getting laid it might be a lot more chill around here.”

You smack Ikkaku on the shoulder and the both of you fall into a fit of laughter. 

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The next morning you wake up at your own pace, thrilled to not have to train. You throw on some sweatpants and decide it’s time to get some breakfast. As you swing open the door to your stateroom you notice an ugly, dirty glass vase filled with marigolds and coneflowers at your doorstep. 

You lean down and pick up the bouquet. It was put together haphazardly, but you recognized the blooms. These were from your garden. You pick up the arrangement and bring it to your nose, inhaling its fresh airy scent. You turn back and place the flowers on your vanity before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. 

Ikkaku was at the stove making rice and eggs. You come up behind her and pinch her hip. 

“Good morning.”

“Morning, sunshine!” Ikkaku turns her head and smiles at you. “I made a plate for you and one for the captain. Can you drop it by his room?” She smirks. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Yes ma’am.” You grab both plates and head to Law’s office. 

Once reaching his door you shout instead of knocking. 

“Chow time, Cap!”

The door opens and you push yourself in. 

Law raises his head from his desk and clears it from the medical journals he was reading. 

“Good morning.” You smile. 

“Good morning, back.” Law looks at the plate you placed in front of him. “Guessing you weren’t on kitchen duty this morning?”

You laugh. 

“Ikkaku makes a fine breakfast, you’re just getting spoiled.” 

The two of you eat breakfast in silence for awhile. 

“Y-You saw the flowers?” Law stutters out in between mouthfuls of rice. 

“I did. They’re lovely.” You smirk. “So you snuck out into my garden and picked my flowers to give them to me?” You ask with a playful smile. 

“T-that’s… the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.. when you say it like that…” Law puts his fork down and rubs his eyes. Your heart pangs with sympathy. The man had tried. 

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts. I loved them.” You finish your plate of food. 

Law still doesn’t meet your gaze. 

“Thank you for breakfast.” He says while finishing his plate. 

“Thank you for the flowers, Law.” You picked up his plate and stacked it with yours. Before grabbing the tableware you make your way around Law’s desk.��

You grab Law’s cheek in one hand and lean forward to kiss his other cheek. You let your lips linger on his skin before pulling back. Law freezes. 

You take the dishes out of his office and back to the kitchen to clean. As you wash the dishes, you can’t help but worry… were you really going to get involved with this man? This relationship would have an expiration date… would that be fair to either of you? Did you care? He made butterflies erupt in your chest simply by being vulnerable… there was no denying that you felt something from that kiss, too. The noise in your head was too loud. It was time to take your red satchel and head out to the garden shed…

xx

Authors Note:

chapter 11! it's here! If you guys have suggestions on where you want this to go from here, I'd love to hear them! I have a few thoughts floating around but I'm open to suggestion! Law is just such an awkward loser nerd in my head that's why I simply have to write him as one. (He might close the deal soon thought hehehehe)

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

The Epilogue

Chapter 8 / Masterlist

Hey guys, just letting you know after the epilogue I won’t be posting on this account anymore! I’ll keep it up for a while though. Anyways, if you want you can follow my main account @total-lost-boys-simp for more stories and eventually a sequal to SCB1CFG! It was great getting some new readers & just know this doesn’t mean goodbye! Thank you for everything!

It’s been what, a little less than a year? About eight months, I think. I still have these bone chilling dreams about Billy & Stu. One minute we’ll be close, watching a movie like Friday the 13th, Pieces, Maniac, or even Sleepaway Camp. Next I’ll hear the phone ring. Quickly I’ll say, “I’ll get it,” and move myself off the couch leaving a space between them. The person on the line will say, “Hello (y/n), it’s been a while,” instantly I could recognize it as Ghostface. Looking back at the couch the boys would be gone, no trace of them ever there. “Who is this?” I’ll ask, even though I know the answer all too well. I’d hear a laugh on the other line before being yanked back into someone’s arms. Looking at who it is I’ll be filled with dread just seeing the masked killer as they raise the knife over their head. Suddenly I’m being pulled away by a blood covered Stu saying, “We have to get help!” When I look back for the murderer we stop at a door…

Looking forward I’ll see the deranged killer in the stark white mask yet again but this time he’s taking it off to reveal himself as Billy looking in my direction with a Kubrick Stare. “We all go a little mad sometimes,” he says before raising a gun that barely misses me. That’s when I realize it’s not me he’s aiming for. The person he does shoot changes every time, it could be; Sidney, Tatum, Casey, Steve, or even Principal Himbry… but they say the same thing each time, “Save me (y/n),” before they bleed out on the floor. Next thing I knew both Billy and Stu come charging at me, tossing me to the ground. They’ll hold me down as they run the Buck 120 knife all along my body. It’s so vivid, I can feel the chilling alloy steel grazing my skin all the way from my jaw in my abdomen. They whisper nonsensical things in my face. And when one of them raises the knife above their head and plunge it into my body, everything just goes white.

“Hey, earth to (y/n)?” I hear Randy call me from the counter.

“Hm? What’s up?” I asked, snapping my head in his direction leaving my thoughts behind.

“You’ve been staring at the shelf for almost fifteen minutes,” He complains

“Guess there’s just too good of a selection?” I said with a false smile and a shrug.

“Yeah sure, just up and pick a movie,” Randy said, rolling his eyes.

“Jeez did anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I laughed out as I snatch up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“Still staying away from slashers?” Randy asks, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“Yeah, they just remind me too much of that night…” I said, look down and scratching my arm.

“anyways...What are you and your dad gonna do tonight?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Hmm? Oh Neil just wanted to stay in and watch some movies, maybe order some pizza?”

“He adopted you over half a year ago, start calling him Dad for once!” Randy said, cackling at his own words.

“Yeah yeah whatever, see ya later!” I shouted as I left the store.

So much has happened since October of last year. The day after ‘That Night’ Neil told me about what Stu and Billy did to my mom. It was just Neil and I from then on so he decided that I should officially be his daughter! Neither of us see it as replacing Sid or my own parents, if anything we see it as a better way to remember them and keep them close. The town held a mass memorial for all of the victims. The individual funerals were hell. I just wanted to say goodbye to my friends, my mother and my sister but there were reporters and news vans at every turn.

It’s never been the same after I not only lost Tatum and Sindey but also… Stu and Billy. I get it, I shouldn’t have anywhere near a soft spot for those two but I do. I don’t excuse anything they did because it tore apart everything that made me happy in the world. That doesn’t mean I don’t see why they did it. Billy was hurt and driven mentally insane once his mother abandoned him because of the affair. And Stu, at the same time he might be a spoiled rich kid but he was also manipulated into all of it by Billy. In a way, neither of them had full control of what they did.

I like to think that had they not run away on ‘That Night’ they would’ve been sentenced but also would’ve been able to get the psychiatric help they really needed.

“Neil, I’m home!” I shouted as I opened the door. No response.

“Neil?” I called out again, suspicion rising in my voice. No response again.

“Are you here?” I asked, looking around the living room, the kitchen, upstairs in his room, Sid’s room, my room, every room in the house.

“Neil?!” I called out again this time with frantic breathing and hot tears itching at my skin.

“Oh woah, woah, kiddo it’s okay!” Neil came from around the corner running to me.

“I thought- I thought you were gone! That they took you! Where were you?!” I asked, clinging to his sleeves and he pulled me into a hug.

“Shh shh, I was in the garage working on the car, kid,” He said as he rocked me back and forth.

“I already lost mom and Sid. I don't want to lose you too, Dad,” I said as I thought back to how I found Sid and Tatum at Stu’s house…and the officer who sat me down to tell me how my mom passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay,” Neil softly said, trying to calm me down.

“Ya know what, you got a letter on the counter, looks like it might be from a family member, go take a look,” Neil said as he ruffled my hair.

Going downstairs I look on the kitchen counter, sure enough there’s an envelope with neat and somewhat familiar handwriting. Huh no return address, I thought to myself. I’m careful not to rip the paper as I open the envelope. As I looked inside I saw a few polaroids and folded paper inside. Taking the polaroids out ran my blood cold. One of them was a picture Mrs. Riley took of Sid, Tatum, and I from our final sleepover. The next was of our group at the fountain, all of us, but Sid and Tatum’s faces were crossed out and small Ghostface doodles were placed over Billy and Stu’s. The last two were pictures of me, Stu and Billy on Stu’s couch at one of our movie nights. Placing the pictures down I look at the paper… on the folded front said; To: (y/n), from: Yours Truly. The letter itself said;

Dear (y/n),

It’s been a while. We’ve really missed you. How’s your mom…oh wait. We just wanted to check in and let you know we’re doing fine after you killed us. Or well, almost killed us. We bet you’re wondering how we’re still alive, Right?

Well for starters, the knife? A retractable prop, bit of a let down since you didn’t actually stab Stu, right? Then that gun, we switched out Dew-fuses’ bullets for blanks while you ran to his car. Really explains how Randy lived. You most likely knew that already. Also when you kick someone against a coffee table, you should really check their pulse next time.

We hope you haven’t gotten too comfortable thinking we’re gone for good ‘cause trust us baby, we’re coming back for the sequal.

P.S. you should pick up the phone.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

Just as I finished reading the letter I heard a ringing from the telephone in the lounge area where Sidney got the call the night we were attacked. Cautiously I walked over to it, fear in my chest making my heart race and my palms sweat. “Hello?” I asked, swallowing nothing out of pure nervousness.

“Hello, (y/n), miss me?” Asked an all too familiar raspy off pitched voice.

“Oh shit.”

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I’m sorry for the inconsistent posting, please forgive me 😭 also let me know if I should put a sequal in the works? Thank you so much for reading!

[sanakotsu]

Koisuru♡Scramble Translation

Chapter 1: A Scrambled Meeting

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Season: N/A Characters: Koino Hajime (Hajime), Nakaouji Eiki (Eichi), Nekomura Konatsu (Natsume), Asuma Mahiro (Madara), Shirai Airi (Aira), Kurose Miki (Niki)

Translation: Sanakotsu

Hajime: Even if that’s the case, it has nothing to do with me. What happened this morning was just an accident. It was a once in a lifetime miracle and nothing else.

〈Spring, when cherry blossoms are almost in full bloom.〉

〈I, Koino Hajime, start my second year of high school today.〉

〈I was a little more careful with how I did my hair, and left the house earlier than usual. 〉

〈I held onto that fleeting hope that something special might happen today.〉

〈But still...〉

〈I am currently running for my life in a rush!〉

Hajime: *Pants* Oh no, I’m going to be late!

*Pant* 8:20 AM! Thank god. Looks like I’ll make it on time…!

(Today is horrible. My favorite keychain got ripped off.)

(And because of that, I had to go back even after I left the house early.)

(At least someone brought it to the police box.)

(Ah… My face is dripping with sweat and my hair’s a mess... Even after I went through all the trouble to style it...)

(But I had to run or else I wouldn’t make it on time! I can’t possibly be late for the first day of class after spring break!)

(I know it’s foolish of me to have such high hopes but...I’m going into a new class and I’m finally used to my new uniform.)

(Whether it’s something special, a destined meeting, or even something tragic...!)

(But of course it can only be found in my wildest dreams.)

(Is this divine punishment for having high expectations? Haven’t I run out of enough luck already?! God, you absolute idiot...!)

...Oh! I can see Yumenosaki town’s six way intersection. Just a little more to the school!

(Still, it’s such a strange path that Yumenosaki town is known for.)

(It’s really hard to see where you’re going around here—)

Ack?!

Ow… That hurts... I ran into someone and fell to the ground... Why is today so mean...?

Eiki: Sorry for running into you. Are you alright?

Hajime: No, I’m sorry too! Thank you—

(Wow...He’s so pretty...! That’s the same uniform— Wait... Huh?)

Eiki and Miki: ...

Konatsu and Mahiro: ...

Hajime: (What?! There’s four people reaching out to me?!)

(U-Um. Which hand do I take?!)

〈Not to mention, these people are—〉

Airi: So what happened? What happened next?

Hajime: Eh? What are you talking about, Airi?

Airi: Well, you said all four of them reached out to you, right? So whose hand did you take?

Hajime: I didn’t know which one to take so I just got up on my own. I did apologize and thank them for trying to help me though.

Airi: What?! Why?! That’s such a missed opportunity!

Hajime: A missed opportunity...? What are you...

Airi: I’m right and you know it. You ran into them, y’know! They’re the school’s—

〈That’s right. The four super hot guys from our school that anyone would recognize.〉

〈The handsome prince of the school that overflows with elegance: Nakaouji Eiki.〉

〈The blunt one who’s actually really kind and cool: Kurose Miki.〉

〈The senpai who’s always popular with women and lives life freely: Asuma Mahiro.〉

〈The flirty and cute devilish angel kouhai: Nekomura Konatsu.〉

Airi: ...super famous guys! That kind of opportunity is rare! You should’ve at least gotten their Anstagram accounts.

Hajime: There’s no way I could have.

Airi: Don’t reply so half-heartedly. Jeez~

Did you know that people from other schools come by just to try and see them? With the way they’re treated, they’re basically like celebrities.

Hajime: Even if that’s the case, it has nothing to do with me.

What happened this morning was just an accident. It was a once in a lifetime miracle and nothing else.

Airi: You never know, it could be a destined meeting.

Hajime: As if. That wouldn’t happen for me, I’m sure.

Airi: Boo~ You’re so adamant about this. You really don’t have dreams, huh. How boring~

Hajime: Isn’t it just you trying to have fun?

More importantly, it’s our turn to order. Did you decide what you want to get?

Airi: Gah! Oh no. I didn’t think about it! What should I get... Um...?

I wonder if there’s still any free seats…

Hajime: Oh, over there! There’s seats for both of us. Let’s go, Airi.

Nice~ How lucky for us.

Eiki: I apologize again for this morning. You’re still okay, right?

Hajime: ...

N-Nakaouji-kun?!

Airi: Ah, Hajime! If you back up in this small space, you’re going to bump into someone—

*Sigh* Of course...

Miki: That hurt.

Hajime: Ah?! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! It was an accident! I got startled—

Huh? Kurose-kun?! Ah...! This is the second time today! I’m so sorry!

Konatsu: Hm?~ Why is it so lively? Did something happen?

Huh? In the middle of the crowd, the person lowering their head is...from this morning...?

Mahiro: Ahaha~ So where should we go later today? ♪

Hm? One second, everyone. What’s...?

Ahh. It’s the cute girl from this morning.

Eh? Ahaha. Don’t make such scary faces, you’re all plenty cute.

Hajime: Really, I’m sorry...!

〈I thought I wouldn’t have another encounter like this again.〉

〈Something that would have stayed a once in a lifetime miracle.〉

❀ ꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎ ❀

I tried to limit the amount of pictures but everything hits better with them.

➸ all ❀ next ❀

[katnisspeetaprim]

Event Injuries

platonic ot7 x 8th female member (implied Yoongi/Margot)

Summary: Margot has a fall and hurts herself at an event.

warnings: nothing much, mentions of knee injury, 8th female member, named oc, not great writing since I've been really ill recently but wanted to get something out. Something better will come soon!

word count: 814 Main M.list Margot's M.list

The 8 of them were currently at some kind of event, they had been to so many over the years that they all started to blend together after a while.

Margot’s outfit had been expertly picked out by one of her stylists, never failing to give her confidence a boost. The only thing that worried her a little was the heels. Now of course over the years, Margot had gotten used to walking and even dancing in stiletto heels so that wasn’t the problem. The issue was the fact that these particular shoes had little to no traction on the bottoms, paired with the shiny floor was enough for Margot to put more effort than usual into her walk.

Margot and the boys were currently making their way over to a raised platform to take group photos. You were walking in between Yoongi and Namjoon, when she failed to notice a small patch of water on the ground.

As soon as she stepped on the puddle, her heel slipped backwards, causing her to crash hard to her knees and fall forward. Margot would have hit her head on the ground if she hadn’t have thrown her arms out, causing them to get scratched up from the rough floor. As she fell, she almost took Namjoon down with her, since she tried to grab onto whatever she could.

Her knee was in a lot of pain, instantly swelling up, unable to be properly moved.

‘Margot!’ Yoongi yelled as he and Namjoon rushed to help you up, the other boys rallying around you.

‘Wait, wait!’ She cried out as the two men pulled on her arms.

‘What’s wrong?’ The two of them gently set her back down, Yoongi moving beside her to rub comforting circle on her back.

Namjoon was really worried, when something like this happened to one of them, they always got back up to carry on as if nothing happened.

‘My knee, I think I sprained or pulled something I don’t know!’ Margot’s pain was evident from her facial expressions. By this point, a bit of an audience had gathered, other idols watching from a distance, not really sure what they could do to help, and staff from the event trying to find out what the problem was.

‘She’s injured! Is there a medic anywhere?’ Taehyung pleaded with one of the staff members who in turn nodded with wide eyes, motioning the all to follow him to a more secluded area.

‘Can you stand Margot?’ Jin softly asked, trying his best to comfort the woman.

‘I-I don’t think so.’ She stuttered out. Namjoon and Yoongi were still kneeled next to her, each with a hand on her shoulders, when Jungkook stepped forward.

Don’t worry noona, I’ll carry you.’ Margot quickly nodded in confirmation, as he easily hoisted her up bridal style. Jeez, gifs and photo collections of this would be all over the internet before the night was out, she thought to herself. A shippers dream...How embarrassing.

Inside the private dressing room, Jungkook gently placed her down on the sofa, before Yonngi pushed his was past to take a seat on her right, Namjoon to her left. Of course, being the leader he is, wanted to make sure his members were well looked after.

Margot immediately took Yoongi’s hand in hers and he was quick to reciprocate the gesture, clasping both his hands over her one.

The medic got to work on her knee as soon as she was sat down.

‘Sorry for all the trouble, I should have been more aware.’ She suddenly spoke, embarrassed at how much fuss was being caused, basically putting an end to the night for the group.

‘Don’t talk like that! The floor shouldn’t have been wet..’Jimin spoke up, ‘Somebody didn’t do their job properly.’ He mumbled the last part under his breath, the other boys nodding in agreement.

The medic concluded that it was most likely a sprain, but should be taken to hospital just in case.

Margot was currently being wheeled to a car by Yoongi, absolutely refusing to go in an ambulance. It was agreed that Yoongi and a manager would accompany her to hospital, while the other boys would continue on with the event, reluctantly, however they wanted the fans to know the injury wasn’t too serious.

‘I’m sorry about this again oppa, I didn’t want to make you leave...’ She trailed off as she spoke.

‘Stop that! I’d rather be in hospital with you, than pretending to smile at a tedious event.’ He joked as he helped  her to the car.

‘Who’s to say I didn’t fall on purpose to get out of the night?’ Margot carried on the joke, feeling the mood lighten now.

‘Your too much of a goodie two shoes to do that.’ Yoongi laughed as he spoke, causing Margot to laugh too.

‘I am not!’

‘You definitely are.’

[oliviasturniolo21]

Idk why but I really wanted to write a fic to this song so here.

I Need You To.

“If we were meant to be we would have been by now”

“See what you wanna see, but all I see is him right now”

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Parings~ Matt + Y/n

Warnings~ Angst.

not proofread!!

Minors are welcome but read at your own risk! :)

3rd person pov

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Y/n and Matt had known eachother since they were 12, her coming to boston for holiday, and running into who she had no clue, would be her best friend, Nick and Chris also coming as a pair. Y/n had recognized she liked matt when she was 15, now being 19, yet nothing ever came out of it. Her living close to the triplets now L.A. house, seeing them a lot more, made a then crush, now an obsession.

After getting the texts, Y/n got into a very comfy outfit, consisting of, Dark grey baggy sweatpants, a cotton tank top, white nike low rise socks, and Tasman Ugg Slippers. She grabbed her purse, and keys, before doing a final take in the mirror, she had in her mudroom, and headed out.

After arriving at the triplets house, she took out her spare key unlocking the door, and ofc when she entered, locking it again, heading up the stairs, to be greeted by Chris in the kitchen, accompanied by his hourly pepsi, and his phone.

“Heyyy”, “Oh, hey wsp”, “Idrk Matt just wanted to hang out” she says kinda chuckling, “oh ok, have fun, me and nick are abt to go to target with madi, if you want anything lmk.”, “I’m ok, thanks for the offer tho!” she saying walking over to the hallway to be greeted with matt’s closed door, as she opens it with a smile greeting her best friend, he looks kinda sad and nervous yet still smiling, “you ok?”, “oh, um, yea, you just kinda caught me off guard.”, “how, you literally invented me over?” “Yea ik, it’s nothing really” he says patting the spot next to him, on his bed.

She sits down next to him silently, looking at him, as he seems very nervous. “Matt are you sure you’re ok?”, “yea, but I do wanna talk to you about something” “Go on..”, he takes a deep breath, and a quick sigh before looking her in the eyes, “do you like me? Like in a more then friends way?”, Y/n, being very caught off guard, looks at Matt with her jaw so low, feeling like it could fall off at any second. “Oh um, why do you ask?” “Y/n, I just need to know, do you or do you not.” he starts to sound angry, now raising his tone. “jeez, um ig I do, yeah.” “Omg, she was right.” him now standing up clearly extremely upset, Y/n stays stunned, never seeing him like this before. “What, who was right?” “This girl i’ve been seeing, I was talking to her about you, and our FRIENDSHIP, and she said she thought you liked me, I STOOD UP FOR YOU, NOW SHE WONT TALK TO ME AND ITS YOUR FUCKING FAULT.”, “Matt, what? How is that my fault? I didn’t ask you to defend me” “You didn’t have to, Because that’s what real FRIENDS do, they stand up for each-other.” “so what, are you saying i’m not your real friend?” “NO BUT YOU ARE! I’ve never done anything to lead you on” he says now sitting down, “look, Y/n, I love you more then anything, but in a friendly way. Knowing you see more then that, well, I just can’t do that, You know I love you, and I always will, but I can’t see us as anything more then friends, so I think it may be better if we arnt anything at all.” “Matt please, I can change, I promise.”, “No, you can’t change who you like and yk that.” “So what are you saying?” “I think it’s better we end this all now, I think you should go.” “I really don’t want to”, “I need you to”

And with that Y/n stood up, giving matt one last sad look, before walking out of the room, leaving almost 8 years of friendship behind with her.

The end. Hope you guys liked it, as i’ve never wrote angst before. Please leave feedback, good or bad!!

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My Masterlist.

[megafaunatic]

fic writer meme

ty claire @microcomets for the tag!!!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

seventy three !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jesus christ lol

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

five hundred twelve thousand three hundred AND THREE human words. PLUS some comics

3. What fandoms do you write for?

whateber catches my fancy... mostly danmei these days but 🤫 perhaps a new world in the works soon

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh jeez lol

you asleep and dreaming

atlas

linger in the sun

take me by the waist to the water (<- this one's having a renaissance these days bc of the donghua, by far the most kudos per day)

this tornado loves you

the people love wangxian!

5. Do you respond to comments?

VERY RARELY... i try to respond asap to anyone who asks about translating (i LOVE TRANSLATIONS) but other than that i feel very shy about replying to comments LOL 😵‍💫😵‍💫 even though i love when authors respond to MY comments...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for a while i wrote a lot of "missing scene" wangxians where it's just like a moment or a handful of moments in the middle of the action, and i think all of them have implicit angsty endings: because they're just a missing scene, and there's no continuation, you understand that "having that conversation"/"kissing or almost kissing then" changes nothing in the greater arc... wei wuxian still gives jiang cheng his golden core, is still reviled and then killed... etc... but definitely the angstiest fic i've written remains flightless bird which cair read and then immediately blocked out of their mind forever

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

MOST Of my fics that aren't the above missing scene fics are happy endings. some faves include no other waters and to be a good companion, both post-tyk happy endings; at least in this lifetime, my most recent take on mdzs happy ending; a lot's gonna change, a wedding fic which was written in honor of most beloved friends mary + aubrey's actual real life wedding (and actual real life happy ending)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really lol probably once a year i'll get a rude comment that i immediately delete and go "? lol" about. i was NOT victimized by shino which >:/ okay... excluding me...

9. Do you write smut?

teehee

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

ive really only written one crossover (atlas: wangxian + hualian) which got it all out of my system. crossovers are hard to do well especially when all the things i'm into are in world structures that can't easily overlap

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no fics "stolen" as in reposted wholesale (TO MY KNOWLEDGE?) but definitely i used to notice some plagiarism here and there when wangxian was really popping! mostly specific turns of phrase/passages but sometimes whole concepts. also one time i tweeted a funny hualian thread about hua cheng purring and then a couple days later i decided i want to whip it up into a fic and then like 3 hours after i posted the fic i went and checked the tag (these were the days that you could check the tag more than once a day) and someone had posted their own fic that was just beat-for-beat my original thread. uncredited obviously. lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES AND I ACTUALLY KEEP A CHERISHED SPREADSHEET OF ALL THE TRANSLATIONS!!!! like claire, mostly spanish/russian/chinese. most exciting tls for me personally are the persian and turkish ones

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NO!!!!!!! I'M TOO UNRELIABLE AND OVERPROTECTIVE!!!!!!! every time zoë and miriam or fey and fer talk about how much they love co-writing i'm like omg. wish i were constitutionally capable of doing such an activity. but i'm not

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

THE SCHOONER WINDFALL OF OCRACOKE ISLAND!!!!!!!!! ROLL THE CLIP!!!!!!!!!!!!

no uhh idk passions come and go! once i get Particularly Into a ship i'll come back and read fics for it years later... every ship fills a different niche in my heart...

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

(HUGE BOLD LETTERS) pacific rim wangxian au i miss you so bad

also inception au wenzhou fic but that feels more likely to be finished... maybe one day...

16. What are your writing strengths?

precision + beauty of language; i am really funny; i'm good at choreography

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT :( PACING :(

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! i like it the most when i personally can understand it LMFAO but like really well-written bilingual writing where you DON'T have to speak the second language in order to get the gist of what's being said - either bc of elegant/subtle translation in the narration or bc of context - is sooo good and so hard to do well

OR i love lianzi's approach to translation in her shl chinese restaurant au (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST FICS OF ALL TIME) where some of the text is written in chinese and you hover over it for the english translation

19. First fandom you wrote for?

technically les mis but that doesn't count. jojo's bizarre adventure

20. Favorite fic you have written?

ummmmm mmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm. at any given time i mostly like my most recent fics the best but i do think our eyes on the road is particularly enduring - i love a lot of the landscape writing i did in that one, i think i captured the vibe of "late winter in new england" particularly well!

I TAG... @cairoscene @vinelark @houtaroo @fruitdaze AND @uhuraisgay

[arialerendeair]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @dsudis!! Thank you for the tag! I'm gonna tag... @cuubism, @gabessquishytum, @blueberrymffn, @delta-pavonis, @teejaystumbles, @seiya-starsniper, aaaaand anyone else who wants to play!!

Blank questions for your convenience under the cut! My answers are below!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

As of today - 668!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

A lot. 5,188,608 currently!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sandman and Shadowhunters actively, have written for Avengers, Sherlock, Supernatural, and many others!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Never Judge A Shadowhunter By Their Scent

The New York Shadow Market (Featuring Protective Alec Lightwood)

Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF

A Curse, A Choice, A Claim

A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I answer all of my comments - even if they are a year late, I answer all of them!! (As anyone who sent me a comment in the past 7 months can attest with my spam of responses in October, lol.)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to be a 'happily ever after or ELSE' type of gal, so I'm gonna skip this one!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh jeeze I need to pick one. Recently? Probably Make It Count, my Titanic AU for the Sandman fandom. STUPID proud of that one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I definitely have, yup!

9. Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Everything that could make you blush, and then a few more kinds for fun. Everything from clothes-on frottage to tentacles.

10. Do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do write crossovers!! Craziest one I've ever done is the 5-fandom crossover battle of the five fandoms fic I did!

The War for The Dreaming

Has Hades (the game), Good Omens, Supernatural, and Shadowhunters, all set in the Sandman universe. WILDLY fun fic to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Sadly, I've had almost a dozen fics stolen over the past decade. 0/10 do not recommend.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yes, a bunch of them!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The two longest fics I've ever written -

A Tale of Two Dragons, Two Riders, and How They Saved the World (More Than Once) with @to-the-stars-writing!

And

Colour Forecasting with @blueberrymffn

Are 510k (with a 535k sequel, plus another 60k in other side fics), and 626k (with 2 more epilogues that are both not SHORT) respectively.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't... have one? I sail an armada, y'all.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

*sighs* Oh yes. Candy Coated Nightmare. I am not finishing it on principle. It was originally inspired by a gif fic. That gif fic was taken down when the creator left the fandom due to their art and gifs being stolen over and over again.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Speedy writing, ADHD hacking my brain, and BAMF characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

FUCKING. RESEARCH. (Also writing in any dialogue type that is not modern-time.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it when used sparringly - can be hard to follow the fic when it's used a lot!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Back in 2004, Gundam Wing. (Though, if we're being technical - that's the first fandom I published fic for. The first ever fandom I WROTE for was Sailor Moon and it was back in 2000/2001.) o

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

*stares at pile of fics* I... I don't think I can pick one. I don't... there's no possible way I can pick one.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? T

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

[sunnys567]

Friends in Strange Places Ch. 4 Pt 1

What if Vlad was good instead of evil? Link to chapter 1:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39040329/chapters/97656390

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"...And these ghost candies have been in your pocket for how long?" Sam asked.

"Well, I got them in Colorado..."

"So, for about two weeks." Tucker raised an eyebrow. Him and Sam were looking at the green candies in Danny's hand like they were dead bugs.

"They seem fine to me." Danny shrugged. He decided Sam and Tucker didn't need to know that they'd probably been through the wash at least twice.

"Danny they're glowing."

"And you got them from a ghost, dude."

"Her name was Bernie, and she was very nice. C'mon, aren't you guys at least a little curious?"

"This seems like a bad idea," Tucker said, taking a candy "But I'll admit I am."

"Welp, we might as well all die together." Sam shrugged, taking a candy herself.

The three of them unwrapped the candies and popped them into their mouth.

Sam and Tucker immediately began spluttering and spit their candies out.

"That was the worst thing I've ever tasted!" Sam said.

"Agreed." Tucker nodded. "And the bar for stuff I'll eat is real low."

"How was it bitter and sour at the same time?"

"Maybe you guys are tasting the ectoplasm." Danny said. "I guess they are ghost candies."

"Danny, how are you eating that?" Sam gaped.

"Dude, those things taste like they hate you."

"It tastes kinda sweet." Danny shrugged. "It's not really a specific flavour, but it tastes like something I can't really describe. Kind of reminds me of Amity Park Park on a sunny day?"

"Ectoplasm tastes sweet to you?" Tucker asked, his face a mix of intrigue and disgust.

"Huh? Oh no, I think I just started noticing the taste of ectoplasm less when I became half-ghost."

"Danny." Sam put her hands together. "Why do you know what ectoplasm tastes like before and after the accident."

"I get blasted in the face with ecto-based attacks on a regular basis. Some of it ends up in my mouth." Danny raised his hands defensively.

"And before?" Tucker asked.

"Sometimes you're seven, and you dare your sister to eat some, but she'll only do it if you do too. Or you're three, and it a bright colour, and three-year-olds like putting bright colours in their mouth, or..." Danny trailed off when he noticed Tucker and Sam's horrified expressions. "Look, I was raised by two ghost hunters. It happens."

"How are you not dead?" Sam asked.

"I probably should be dead for, like, twenty different reasons, but eating ectoplasm isn't one of them. It's not poisonous, turns out."

"On that note," Tucker stood up "I have to go home and eat literally anything that isn't ectoplasm."

"What time is it?" Sam checked her watch. "5:47? Already? Jeez, it's almost my supper time too."

"Aw, why do you guys eat so early?" Danny winded as he followed them out of his room and down the stairs.

"Danny, most people have supper before 8:00. You're the weirdo here." Tucker said.

"Okay, first off, we eat before 8:00-"

"7:30's not much better dude."

"And second, I'm not weird!"

"Danny," Sam said, opening the door "You eat ectoplasm."

"You're misconstruing what I said! I do not eat-"

The door shut before Danny could finish his sentence. Danny grumbled to himself before sitting down on the living room couch.

Danny rolled the candy around with his tongue. He still hadn't figured out what the weird flavour was.

Whatever it was, it was bringing up old memories; like going fishing with Dad, Mom taking him to the park, and daring Jazz to eat ectoplasm.

As Danny got lost in his memories, the candy steadily got smaller and smaller. Eventually it disappeared entirely, leaving Danny with a strange empty feeling.

Danny was suddenly filled with the urge to go to the kitchen. His mind had drifted there a lot while he was sucking on the candy.

He hoped someone would be sitting there.

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Sure enough, Dad and Jazz were both sitting at the table. Jazz was writing on a some papers, surrounded by a small pile of books. His dad had gutted some small device and was examining some of the wires.

Danny just stood in the doorframe and watched them for a bit. It was kind of nice how normal the scene looked. Well, Danny supposed most people's parents didn't wear neon jumpsuits at the kitchen table, but it was normal for the Fentons. There was a comfort in their special kind of normal that Danny hadn't really thought about much.

"Danny!" Jack beamed once he'd noticed Danny's arrival. "You're just in time! I need some help with this."

"Oh." Danny immediately tensed. "Um, what exactly is 'this'?"

Danny prepared for his father to tell him in great detail what horrors this new device could potentially afflict on him.

"He's just fixing the toaster." Jazz said. "No dangerous weapons, or anything that's designed to cause any harm to humans or ghosts in any way whatsoever. Theoretically, anyway."

Oh.

Danny felt himself relax again. It would be nice to not tense up every time his parents were working on something new. Especially since, being professional inventors, they were working on something new very often.

It would be a huge relief, a voice in his head said.

Then again, the only way to remedy that situation might cause his parents to start making new things specifically to destroy him, which would not be a huge relief.  

"I need you to go to the basement and get me a screwdriver." His dad's voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts. "The one I had earlier is missing."

"Why can't Jazz do it?"

"Because Jazz is working on an important essay on the long term effects of suppression." Jazz turned a page in the book she was reading. "While Danny is standing there not doing anything particularly important right now."

Danny stuck his tongue out at Jazz.

"Love you too little brother." she said, not looking up from her book.

"That's the third misplaced screwdriver this week!" Danny said, turning back to his dad. "How do you keep losing them?"

"I'm not losing them, they're being taken."

"By who?"

"The rats!"

"Why would rats-"

"Ghost rats!"

"Ah, there we go."

"I don't know what those little creeps are up to," Jack narrowed his eyes at some point in the distance "But I just know it's something nefarious!"

"Right, right. I'm going to the lab now."

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Danny grumbled as he dug through piles of tools and machine scraps. This lab was a  absolute disaster! His parents could have made an effort to keep things at least semi-organized, but nope! The tables and shelves were filled with piles that all held new surprises every time you looked through them. Some of those surprises bit, too.

Finally, after at least ten minutes of searching (and no biting, luckily), Danny found a pile that contained a screwdriver.

"Ah hah!" he cried, triumphantly thrusting it over his head.

That was when his ghost sense went off.

"Seriously?!"

Danny quickly turned turned towards the portal, transformed, and floated into a battle position.

A familiar bird head popped out of the portal.

"Hey fellas!" He cried "It vorked!"

Two more bird heads popped out beside him.

"Really?" the one with the glasses said.

"Amazing!" the raspy voiced one said "Ve can finally get out of da stupid Ghost Zone!"

The vultures suddenly noticed Danny.

"Ay, ghost kid!" The leader greeted him as the birds entered the lab the rest of the way.

"How on earth did you three get here?"

"Good to see you too kid, tanks for asking."

"Ve've been vorking on finding your portal for months." The raspy-voiced vulture said.

"Oh yeah," Danny had completely forgotten about Vlad saying that he'd try to find a route. "Does that mean Vlad's with you?"

"Sorry kid, he's off on a business trip."

"Oh." That meant Vlad wouldn't even be at his house. That was a shame becasue Danny really wanted to talk about their conversation at the cabin. He still felt bad about that.

"If you see him, do you think you could tell Vlad I'm sorry about what happened at the cabin?"

"Eh, I don't tink you got anything to apologize for." the lead vulture said. "In my opinion, you seem to have done some good for Plasmius. He's finally dragged himself out of the lab and back to terapy like I've been telling him to do for veeks."

"Wait, he's gone back to therapy? What for?"

"For da whole friendship situation." the leader turned to the other two "Not the brightest, dis one, eh?"

"So, has the therapist been helping?" Danny asked, deciding to ignore that comment.

"It's a process." the lead vulture shrugged. "He seems to tink Vlad should stop hiding and just tell his friends vhat's going on. Of course, he doesn't know exactly vhat it is Vlad's hiding, but Vlad seems to think that he's talking sense."

"Wait, you mean Vlad's thinking about telling my parents he's half-ghost?"

"Aie," the vulture with the glasses frowned "You probably shouldn't have mentioned dat. You know Vlad's still figuring things out."  

"Eh, da kid vas going to find out anyvay."

"Danny!" his father called down from the top of the stairs. "Did you find that screwdriver, son?"

"Sounds like dat's our cue." the lead vulture said as the three of them turned towards the portal. "Don't forget to change before you go up, yea?"

With that the birds flew back into the portal and Danny was left alone in the lab.

Vlad was going to tell them.

Danny stood there staring at the portal. After a few seconds, a wave of anger rose up in Danny.

For twenty years, Vlad had been too much of a coward to even speak to his parents, and now he was just going to risk it all and tell them everything?

Vlad had spent his time as a ghost hidden safely away in his stupid mansion. Danny was the one who'd risked his neck living under the roof of ghost hunters every day. What right did Vlad have to put them at risk like that? How could he-

"Danny?"

"Yup!" Danny transformed out of his ghost form. "I'm coming Dad!"

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"I found a screwdriver." Danny said as he emerged from the basement. He hoped it wasn't obvious how perturbed he was.

"Excellent!" his father said, taking the screwdriver.

Good, it wasn't obvious. Or maybe his dad just didn't notice.

"When I'm done, this baby'll work better than ever before!"

"Great."

Danny glared at the toaster. For the past few months he'd had to tiptoe around countless of his parent's rogue inventions. Vlad had been to their house one time and decided that was all just too hard, apparently.

"You okay, Danno? You seem kind of off."

Jazz's eyes flicked up from her textbook at Jack's words.

"Oh, I'm fine, I just, uh..." Danny forgot how unreliable his dad's denseness could be. He needed to switch the topic to anything. "What are you doing to the toaster anyway?"

Jazz did something weird with her lips, then went back to reading.

"Well son, your mother was complaining about it not working properly earlier. I'm fixing it up to surprise her. Done!" Jack held up the toaster triumphantly. "Not only is it fixed, but I've implemented our new experimental ecto-based energy generator, so the toaster creates its own power! You don't even need to plug it in anymore! Now we just need to test it out."

Jack slid two sliced of bread into the toaster and pushed the handle down.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good id-"

The toaster began shaking violently.

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"-and that's how I spent my evening fighting an evil toaster." Danny concluded.

Tucker was trying very hard not to choke on his sloppy joe. Sam was barely hiding a grin.

"And how long did it take you to subdue the toaster?" she asked.

"About an hour." Danny grumbled. He didn't think the situation was that funny.

"So it was just you, your dad, and Jazz running around your house for an hour trying to subdue a sentient toaster?" Sam covered her mouth with her hand "Because that is a very entertaining image."

"Pretty much."

Tucker and Sam burst out laughing.

It could've been faster if Dad and Jazz knew about your powers. A voice in Danny's head said. He pushed the thought away.

He'd had thoughts like that ever since the accident but, after Colorado, they were becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Luckily, Danny's ghost sense going off provided a convenient distraction.

Danny stood up, but a flash of red out the window made him sit back down.

"Huntress on this one?" Sam asked.

"Yup." Danny said.

"You don't have to look so grumpy." Tucker said. "She's kind of doing you a favour."

"No, she's just moving the problem down the line." Danny said. "For some reason she doesn't capture the ghosts she fights, so that just means I have and deal with them later."

"At least they're not bothering you in school." Sam said. "I'm not sure your grades could take that."

"Hey! I'm making mostly A's these days."

"Your last report card was mostly B's, Danny."

"There were some A's on there!"

"You know, it might be worth just trying to talk to her." Tucker said. "Maybe she's friendly."

"And just how many ghost hunters have we met that have been willing to give a ghost a chance?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it's not like we know that many ghost hunters." Tucker pointed out.

"Even so, I'm with Sam." Danny said. "The odds on 'friendly ghost hunter' are not great, and I have enough trouble in my life as it is, so I'd like to keep off of her radar for as long as possible."

The lunch bell rang. Danny realized he'd gotten distracted by The Red Huntress and had forgotten to tell Sam and Tucker about his conversation with the vultures.

He'd just have to tell them after school.

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Valerie waited around the corner. She'd bumped into Tucker alone here after lunch on another Thursday, so maybe that would happen again.

"Bingo." she smiled as she saw him walking down the hall by himself, absorbed in his PDA.

"Hey Foley." she said, stepping around the corner.

"Oh, hey Valerie." Tucker looked up from his device. "What's up?"

"You're good with weird tech stuff, right?"

"The very best." Tucker beamed proudly.

"Right. And how good are you at keeping secrets?"

"I am also pretty good at that. Why?"

"I need a favour."

"What kind of a favour?"

"First," Valerie swung her backpack around and grabbed the zipper "You've got to swear you won't tell anyone about this."

Valerie narrowed her eyes at Tucker in a way that made his skin crawl.

"Y-yeah, sure. No problem. My lips are sealed."

"Good." Valerie's face morphed back into a smile as she unzipped and dug through her bag. "So is there anyway you'd be able to make this part of a glove?" Valerie pulled out a small green device.

"A Fenton Hand shield?" Tucker took the device from Valerie's hand. "Where'd you get one of these?"

"Where do you think?" Valerie raised an eyebrow. "Not like it was hard. The Fentons will literally just give them out to anyone who shows up at their door. I didn't even ask them for it."

"That's...not actually that surprising. But what were you doing at their door in the first place?"

"Yeah...now's not really the best time for questions. Fourth period starting soon and all." Valerie said, glancing at her watch. "Wanna meet up after school?"

Tucker looked at the hand shield. Something about this whole situation seemed kind of off. Then again, there was only one way to find out more about what was going on.

Besides, it was just Valerie. How much trouble could she possibly be getting into?

"Yeah, alright. I'll meet you out front after school."

"Great!" Valerie beamed.

Tucker didn't know how, but Valerie seemed to mould the environment around her with her facial expression. The world scarier wen she was mad at you, but also brighter when she smiled.

"See you then! Don't want to be late." Valerie waved, heading off to her next class.

"See ya!" Tucker waved back as she disappeared around the corner.

Tucker looked at the hand shield. He'd never wired electronics into clothing before, but the hand shield was a pretty simple device, so it'd probably be doable with a little online help...

The sound of the bell snapped Tucker out of his thoughts.

"Right! Class!" Tucker stuffed the hand shield into his pocket and sprinted off to class.

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"Welp, see you guys later." Tucker waved to Danny and Sam as they exited the school building.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asked.

"I'm meeting up with Valerie. We're going to my house to, uh... work on a bio project."

Sam narrowed her eyes at Tucker.

"Oh, okay." Danny said. "See you later then."

"See ya!" Tucker waved.

Sam kept her eyes on Tucker as he walked away.

"He's hiding something." She said to Danny as they began walking home.

"Yeah?" Danny asked distractedly.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Danny.

"Clearly he's not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon Danny, I've been your friend for long enough to be able to tell that something's on your mind."

Danny sighed.

"I was talking to Vlad's vultures yesterday, and-"

"Wait, his what?"

"I didn't tell you about the vultures?"

"No. No you did not."

"Well, anyway, he has these three vultures that work for him, and-"

"Vlad has ghosts that work for him? Does he pay them? And why vultures? I have so many questions about this situation."

"Sam!"

"Right, sorry, what were you saying?"

"They said that Vlad might be planning on telling my parents he's half-ghost."

Sam's eyes briefly widened before narrowing in anger.

"Seriously? I hope you told them what a stupid idea that is. Ugh, that's so selfish of him. Doesn't he care about the danger that puts himself and you in?"

"Yeah, it's just that, I've been thinking...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if my parents knew."

Sam stopped walking and gawked at Danny.

"Okay," she pinched the bridge of her nose and resumed walking "Is there some kind of brain-scrambling disease going around that only affects half-ghosts or something?"

"I know it sound crazy, Sam. It's just...sometimes it feels like there's this gap between me and my family. Not to mention there's a lot of situations where it would have been really convienent if they knew."

"Danny, keeping your ghost powers a secret is the best option. Best case scenario, your parents turn into pests that fuss over you every time you fight a ghost. And worst case scenario, they try to tear you apart molecule by molecule."

They stopped walking as they reached Fenton Works.

"I get having to tiptoe around them is annoying, but if you tell them, they probably wouldn't really get it, and it'd just be a huge hassle for you to deal with. It's just not worth it."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Danny said as he ascended the steps. "It was a stupid idea. I'll see you tomorrow."

He shut the door before he Sam could reply.

"Hello?" Danny called. No one answered. His parents were probably in the basement, and Jazz had probably decided to stop at the library before coming home.

Danny wished he could talk to Jazz about, well, everything. As much as he hated to admit it, Jazz understood his feelings better than even he did sometimes.

But if he told Jazz everything, she might think there was something wrong with him. She meant well, but Danny couldn't risk her worrying and going to Mom and Dad.

And...maybe it would hurt a little if his sister thought he was a messed up freak. Danny never really felt like a freak, but it would still hurt if the people he loved thought of him that way.

Danny sighed to himself and swung his backpack off of his shoulder. It had barely touched the ground before he felt his ghost sense go off.

"Seriously?" He groaned before transforming. He grabbed The Fenton Thermos out of his backpack and flew through the door. He floated above the house and looked around.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

"Oh come on!" Danny shouted at the sky as the ghost flew up to his level.

"TREMBLE AT THE CAPACITY OF MY CORRUGATED CAPABILITIES!"

"Alright," Danny's fists lit up green "Let's just get this over with."

Before Danny could do anything, a pink beam blasted the box ghost from the side.

Danny looked over and saw the Red Huntress a few meters away on her hoverboard. She looked ready to shoot the box ghost again, but then she turned to look at Danny.

Uh oh.

"Don't shoot!" Danny raised his hands in the air. "I'm not with him! I swear!"

The Huntress laughed.

"Relax." she said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You're not?" Danny cautiously lowered his arms. "But aren't you a ghost hunter?"

"Yeah, but I know you're one of the good ones. Danny Phantom, right?"

"You know me?"

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

Without looking way from The Huntress, Danny raised his Fenton Thermos and sucked The Box Ghost into it.

"Woah!" The Huntress exclaimed "What on earth is that?"

"Uh-"

"Hey, wait a minute," The Huntress's visor almost seemed to squint "Is that The Fenton Works logo?"

"Um..." Danny instincitively his the thermos behind his back. "No?"

"Do you steal the Fenton's ghost hunting equipment?"

"Hey! Why are you jumping right to 'steal'?"

"Please. Like those two would willingly help a ghost in any way."

"Okay, fair point, but I need this to catch ghosts. It's the only way to contain them and get them back to The Ghost Zone."

"Contain them, eh? You know, I could use something like that."

"What?"

"Something to contain ghosts. At this point I've just been scaring them away, hoping that that deters them from messing with anyone."

"Wait, you don't actually have a way to contain ghosts?" Danny rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Oh my gosh. You clearly aren't prepared for this at all. What made you think hunting ghosts was a good idea in the first place?"

"You, actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to fight evil ghosts and keep people safe, like you do. You kind of inspired me when you saved me from Axiom."

"Axiom?"

"Yeah. When that ghost dog showed up, I lost everything. I was angry and scared for a while, but now I can channel those things into something useful. My life may have been destroyed that day, but I've been given the chance to build a better one, and I'm going to take it!"

Oh no.

Danny knew that voice.

"Valerie!?"

"Didn't know you knew my name." Valerie casually remarked. "I'm flattered you remember me. Hey, I know technically I owe you one for saving me and my dad's life, but any chance you could hook me up with one of those thermoses? It would really be-"

"No way! This is the only one, and I need it."

"Oh. Well, maybe we could-"

"Sorry, I gotta go." Danny's head was swimming from the discovery he'd just made. "See ya."

"But, wait! I just-"

But Danny had already turned invisible and zoomed off.

"Man," Valerie said to herself "He was certainly in a hurry."

She checked the screen of her ghost radar, but there was no ecto-signature on it.

"Weird..." Valerie muttered to herself.

Maybe Phantom had just flown off really fast? He'd have to be going pretty fast to get out of her radar's range that quickly, but-

"Oh no!" Valerie was suddenly snapped from her musings "Tucker!"

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Danny flew through his window and stopped above his bed. He transformed and let himself drop out of the air onto his mattress.

Valerie was The Red Huntress.

Danny pulled his pillow over his face and groaned.

Why'd it to be Valerie. Why couldn't it have been someone he didn't see in school everyday?

Danny reached for his cell phone, but changed his mind halfway through dialing Tucker's number. Tucker was studying with Valerie tonight.

"You could've picked anyone to be your bio partner, Tuck." Danny rubbed his face.

He thought about calling Sam but...

Yeah, Danny didn't really want to talk with Sam alone right now. He'd just have to tell them tomorrow. This would be a better conversation to have in person anyway.

Of course that left Danny all on his own to ruminate on this new information. As well as the whole Vlad situation. And the voice in his head telling him how much easier it would be if he just told his parents-

Danny tossed his cell phone back on his night stand. Why was his life so complicated?

He dug his Game Boy out of his nightstand. He just a break from drama and ghosts.

There was already a game cartridge in the slot. Danny pulled it out. It was Pac-Man Collection, his go-to game since elementary school.

Danny reopened his nightstand drawer. He was more in the mood for Tetris right now.

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[mossyscavern]

A leather book with a single poem.

Candlebrace shipping au re-write

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‘Crap, that was too close.’

Sam thought, out of breath as he looks around the corner from the hallway. ‘Does she ever give up?’ Sam wondered as he stared at the hallway he just came from before sighing in relief. “Apparently she does.”

Sam said quietly, looking around yet another hall he entered. ‘Jeez, how many hallways, stairs and doors do these people have?’ Sam wondered after he turned to see a dead end with an empty pedestal.

He sighed in frustration, turned to leave before spotting something hidden behind the empty pedestal, dragging his full attention.

His curiosity got the better of him as he approached and crouched towards the pedestal. He picked it up to look at it better and hummed in interest.

As a bookworm, he’ll read anything that catches his interest… but if the book ended up being either too much or its not as good as he hoped, he’ll stop.

The book’s leather has a cover picture of a silver hand, holding a silver skull, but not a cover title. ‘… so weird- blank?!’ Sam thought in confusion, flipping through the pages only to still see blank... all but one

The page looked normal enough and Sam does like poems, after looking around one last time, Sam decided to read it.

“With this flame, it’ll keep you safe.

From the darkest minds, you’ll be clear of hate.

With a pure heart and a loving embrace, death’s kiss is what awaits?”

Sam tilted his head while blinking at the page, confused by the words in front of him. ‘If this is a love poem, then it’s the most morbid I’ve ever read.’ He thought, shaking his head and reads the next verse.

“Only a pure candle can hold his flame, just turn around and say his name.

With a bunch of flying feathers at their pace, Tomothy weaver was his name.

Died at an early age of 8, now 23 out of the angels gate.”

While reading the second verse, Sam both felt bad and confused reading that line. Sad at the thought he died very young but confused at the age he is now. ‘How can he be 23 when he died at the age of 8?’

He wondered before shivering as he felt a chill crawl up his spine, he gulped, feeling anxious about reading the next verse... but still read it nonetheless.

“Reading this book with pages blank, he’ll find you at his own pace.

Disguised a Raven as you read this page, he’s now standing in your space?!”

Sam screamed at the last bit, turned around quickly to see at least something odd he never saw before… but found nothing. Feeling frightened he turned back towards the book and sighed a shaky breath, not feeling as confident as he read out loud one last time.

“Y-you’ll know he’s here when you say his name,

T-Tomothy weaver’s found you… cause you said the Angel’s name.”

Sam’s eyes widened, the book slipped out of his grasp as he realised what he had done. ‘I read that out loud… which meant-.’ He thought turning around and almost screamed.

A 23 year old boy wearing a crown made of flowers and rib bones is in front of him.. staring at him with white void eyes. Sam couldn’t move. His feet stayed in place, even if he wanted to he can’t... plus he’s cornered and leaning backwards against the pedestal.

“H-hi..?” He greeted, a little awkwardly but still a greeting. The boy, he assumes is ‘Tomothy’ looks down at the book behind him.

Looked back up, then down, then back up again staring directly at Sam. “You read… my book..?” He asked, tilting his head.

Sam’s thoughts screamed to run! Get out as fast as you can! But he’s cornered and the only way out is behind Tom.

The redhead swallows, not really having a choice but to answer him. “Y-yes.” He told him, nodding his head. “I shouldn’t have done that if it made you up- mmh?!.”

Sam squeaked, eyes wide and completely off guard by the gesture.

This Tomothy person has his hands holding his head, cold lips on his own… and he’s panicking, a lot. ‘What the hell, what the hell. What. The. Hell.” He thought.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” He said after parting. He let go of Sam’s face and ran off, turning into a murder of crows as Sam stands there in shock.

“I-… what did-.” He was about to ask before feeling drowsy, his sight going a bit fuzzy as his legs wobbled before his vision succumbed to darkness.

And all Sam had heard. Was the call of a raven.

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Ok, I’ve finally finished reading-writing the whole thing.

That last one I did for a mutual didn’t really… fit so well.. especially at the beginning. *dying inside of cringe*

But yeah, @chronicalchaos’ au is called the RE village au, just… don’t try to find it in tags you’ll see a lot of stuff relating to RE village as other au’s

Or do if that’s what you want.. I’m not stopping you.

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The School’s Ghost Stories: Chapter 8

Location: Yumenosaki Garden Terrace Characters: Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi & Hitsugi

Hitsugi: Oh wait, Anzu-senpai’s awake now. I guess we were too noisy~ That’s a shame since it looked like she was sleeping so peacefully.

Okay ♪ Ehehe, good morning, Senpai!

Mayoi: Good morning~... Y-You seem quite tired, Anzu-san.

Oh, I should be saying this first: Thank you very much for working with us over the summer holidays…♪

Hiiro: Indeed! “ALKALOID” as a whole is truly grateful to you, Anzu-san!

We were able to overcome our difficulties thanks to your information!

Aira: Thanks for working so hard, Anzu-san… I wonder if the flu is spreading or something, I also didn’t feel well all of a sudden yesterday.

Hitsugi: Oh, Anzu-senpai doesn’t have a cold. It looks like she pushed herself in a new way even though she hasn’t fully recovered from being worn out from “Tanabata Fest”.

Hiiro: What do you mean by she pushed herself in a new way?

Hitsugi: Well, you see, it’s almost time for the Sports Festival, right?

Hiiro: What’s a sports festival?

Aira: I’ll explain later.

…Umm, what’s happening with the Sports Festival? I’ve heard it’s a grand event every year.

The Sports Festival at Yumenosaki isn’t generally broadcast to the public and there aren’t any photos or footage of it, so the event is shrouded in mystery.

That’s why I’m actually looking forward to taking part in it this year.

Hitsugi: I see~ It’s a festival, after all. I hope you can enjoy it to your heart’s content ♪

But it seems they’ll scrap the old traditions and run it alongside ES as part of a gaudy and luxurious work event.

Aira: W-Work event? The Sports Festival? What do you mean?

Hitsugi: That’s still being discussed right now~ Actually, to be honest, all the work regarding the Sports Festival has been thrown to Anzu-senpai and that’s why she’s dying at the moment.

Aira: Y-You really are working so hard.

Hitsugi: Yeah. It’ll be a sports festival no one has ever heard of – it’ll be the biggest one yet. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that they’ve told her to plan and manage everything from scratch?

It’s unreasonable to ask one person to do it all by themselves.

I’ll be helping out as much as I can, of course, and a few other “producers” also said they could lend a hand.

But you never know if the “Peace Party” might pester her with something bad again~ ES just told her to do something unreasonable and is uncooperative while the management behind Yumenosaki is just as useless.

Jeez, I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m at such a loss. It’s the end.

Aira: (H-He doesn’t seem that bothered by it. I guess he’s just kinda laid-back?)

(Well, he’s much better than those serious people. Working with people like that makes me feel gloomy too.)

Mayoi: I’m terribly sorry, I’m terribly sorry! I’m sorry for being so dark! You’re right, your mood hits rock bottom when you’re with me, right!?

Aira: Can you not read my mind, Mayo-san!?

It’s not like anyone said that about you and I actually think that sense of ennui you have is pretty ravely!

A-Anyway… It sounds like things are pretty difficult in the “producer course”. Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help.

Hiiro: Indeed. We “ALKALOID” are still newbies with nothing to our name but I think it’s good to be actively accepting all kinds of work.

Hitsugi: Thanks, that’ll be great~ I could seriously use the help right now.

But you’re already helping me with “Broadcasting Accidents”, so I feel bad if I were to ask you all to help me more, though.

Hiiro: It’s fine! Being full of energy is our redeeming feature!

Aira: So you’re saying I didn’t have any redeeming features since I was passed out yesterday? Is that what you wanted to say, Hiro-kun? Well, sorry, I wasn’t full of energy!

Hiiro: You have redeeming features of your own, Aira! Right, Mayoi-senpai!?

Mayoi: Of course, you have a perfect score from me just by being alive ♪ There, there, Aira-san…♪

Aira: I’m being really spoiled right now, huh… To be honest, it feels nice but I also feel like I’m just gonna turn into a marshmallow ♪

Hitsugi: Fufu… Hm? Anzu-senpai, what’s wrong?

You look so pale… What? You’re kidding! Are you serious, Senpai!?

Hiiro: ? What’s wrong? Has a new enemy by the name of pushing-yourself-in-a-new-way arrived?

Hitsugi: Enemy? No, umm, I’m sorry!

It seems there was a message from ES. There was “an issue with the contents” of the “Broadcasting Accidents” episode we filmed last night, so the whole project has been dropped!

Aira: T-The whole project’s dropped? Does that mean it won’t be released?

Hitsugi: Yes! All the budget we had to pay for your appearance fees will have gone to waste and it seems they’ll also be collecting “L$” as a penalty…!

I’ll be up to my eyeballs in debt! The “Broadcasting Accidents” project was a huge failure…! W-Why did it turn out this way!?

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[dangermousie]

Ep 3

1. Yup, I bet they had a bunch of slashers! I know how fandoms work.

2. Aaaaand they find a literal jar of (possibly orphan) eyeballs! In ep 3. This was the point any sane bunch of people would have followed Ivan’s suggestion and called the cops. (Not that it would have done any good because the Nazis were way high up though.) Hell, they later find their rooms turned upside down and eyeballs taken and the rest of them have had enough (I !!! at Caye and Roque saying they do not want to die young - foreshadowing!) but Marcos and Caro are all “nope, we are still gonna keep up with it.” Marcos I think subconsciously trying to find something to grab on lost adrift due to his parents’ death and Caro...well, she was always a bit rash. Side note - it’s been years but one of the orphan names they find carved and the art notebook is Samuel Espi who turns out to be Hector/Marcos’ uncle and I love that.

3. Ivan being a classist SOB to Maria. He calls her shitty cleaning lady to boot. Kid may hate daddy but the man rubbed off on him a bit much and a lot of instinctive classism and impulsive cruelty is gonna have to be unlearned.

4. Marcos telling Ivan he’s a POS like his father (and this really is a sore point for Ivan - look at his face.) It interesting because the ep starts this way and Marcos is not unjustified in his comments seeing what he’s seen of Ivan so far, but it’s telling that near the end of the ep Maria tells Ivan the opposite - that he’s not like his dad and that what we saw in between those two opposing statements bears her out - Noiret would have never rescued Marcos and Caro. Ivan is a mess and a half but he’s not an unfeeling monster like daddy.

5. Marcos rescuing Ivan. Are they gonna stop digging into dangerous things? Hell no. I do love how consistent the show is about good people being good when push comes to shove. Marcos can’t stand Ivan but of course he won’t let him plummet to his death!

6. The start of bathrooms being a place of choice for romantic rendezvous.

7. When they all comment on Caye’s death (in the game) - they really did give us a metric ton of hints!

8. I am amused that Paola shows up to sleep with Marcos and three teen boys are so used to this by now, they just roll their eyes and move on.

9. Ivan’s face as he realizes Marcos and Caro are missing at the same time so they are probably together. All his insecurities and issues are coming out to play, and he isn’t wrong...

10. Because that is what Marcos and Caro are doing in the well. I got to say, I have little issue with Marcos - he barely knows these people and owes them nothing. But Caro? You have a boyfriend! With no indication that he’s a bad boyfriend or that you didn’t pick him. Jeez. But then this is a girl who after almost dying in the well ends the ep by going out for a shady meeting with a potential lead at night, so thinking things through is not a strong point. And Ivan who located them (smart guy!) and has rushed to the rescue is greeted with the sight of his girlfriend sucking face with another.

11. I remember the first time I watched this, when he walked away, I genuinely thought he was going to leave them in the well. But nope he just went to get the rope he brought with him. (a) Well-prepared and (b) this is the scene that the first time I saw the show made me realize he is a good person. He rescued them with no hesitation because hurt is hurt but life and death are life and death. Hell, he didn’t even say anything much to them.

12. Ivan’s relationship with violence is so messed up. Like when he falls apart over Caro and Marcos, he slams his head into the wall!!! There is a lot of anger and hurt and capacity for emotional cruelty in Ivan thanks to his upbringing and I love that the show never magically fixes it but does it gradually and through not just power of love (though being loved does wonders) but consequences and growing up and learning various truths.

13. Maria finding him and his shields slam down and the way he turns from horrified despair to feral snarl says volumes about his damage and his childhood. And then she refuses to leave and he grabs her by the throat! Jesus.

14. I love Maria’s utter fearlessness but also that is so a mother’s unconditional love - to look at the kid holding you by the throat and worry about his bleeding knuckles. And also that is why Ivan is not like Noiret - even in the middle of his emotional overload, this is a momentary loss of sanity and he’s horrified. His instinct is to go for violence (thanks Daddy!) but then he snaps back to himself and that stops as contrasted with Noiret who sees nothing wrong with violence ever.

15. When she tells him he is not like his father! (And after he’s done arguably the most unhinged and violent thing we’ve seen him do!) He’s so confused by her but also so vulnerable and longs for that. Guuuuuh.

16. Jeez, I forgot, they experimented on Paola. In retrospect, not shocking they turned out to be Nazis. (Am I remembering wrong btw or did Paola end up being a clone of Marcos’ mom...)

[n7viper]

Warframe Asks

I saw this ask game from derelicthorror earlier this morning and wanted to run through it. I don't know that I have any Warframe players that follow me, but I thought this would be a fun thing to answer anyway. I am not actively playing right now, but I've been around for about 9 years now.

There are a lot of questions, so they're under the cut.

1. Which primary weapon is your favorite? Secondary? Melee weapon?

Tenet Arca Plasmor has been a recent favourite for me. As far as being fun to use, I used to main with a Kohm, lol. I have not found a Kuva Kohm yet, unfortunately.  I am still a big fan of the Synoid Gammacor, despite being nerfed many years ago. I also like the chain secondaries - kuva nukor and tenet cycron. My old main used to also be the rakta ballistica! I do not have a ballistica prime, sadly :(  Melee weapon has always been the tonbo <3 I love it so so much and was lucky enough to get a riven from my friend.  I tend to skew towards weapons that are fun to use, rather than being meta. Sometimes there is overlap, but not always.

2. Do you prefer long-range combat or are you a frontliner?

Oh baby, I still spin-to-win even if it’s not the meta anymore. I prefer melee combat by far. 

3. If you could naturally inflict any kind of damage, what kind would it be (i.e. heat, radiation, cold, magnetic)?

Radiation is just fun, but that might be the Mesa Main speaking. I do enjoy murdering my friends with friendly fire. 

4. Who was your starter frame?

Mag!! My baby

5. Favorite NPC?

Teshin Teshin Teshin Teshin

6. Least favorite NPC?

Simaris, lol H U N T E R R R R R R R R R

7. Which faction has your favorite aesthetic/architectural design?

I am a Corpus hoe, though obviously orokin stuff looks cool as hell with the gold. 

8. What’s your favorite piece of Warframe lore?

I don't really know that I have one. I feel like the lore is a bit confusing most of the time. Things get retconned, etc. I play the game with blinders on when it comes to the lore and always have.

9. What’s your favorite Operator accessory?

I love the umbra scarf when it’s open. I still use my operator because of the accessories tbh

10. Favorite ephemera?

Gloriana or Peach Blossom

11. Least favorite ephemera?

Out of the ones I own, either the Nyctalus or Eros Wings. Just too big. And the disappearing thing never works as well as I'd like, so I just avoid them.

12. Who is your favorite Cephalon?

Cy

13. What volume do you have Ordis set to?

Zero. I have personally not ever loved Ordis. After 8 years, I just cannot anymore. It did make doing New War a little funny though because his volume slider, of course, works for quests too. I think I did temporarily turn up his volume for the quest. 

14. Which quest is your favorite?

The Second Dream will always hold a special place in my heart. 

15. Which syndicate(s) are you allied with?

PERRIN SEQUENCE BABY Also Red Veil and New Loka

16. What is your Railjack named?

SSV Normandy, of course :) 

17. Kubrow or kavat?

MOAs, even if they’re just a pale imitation of true MOAs.  But to answer the actual question, Kavats if the DNA wasn’t a pain in the ass to get. I used to heavily breed kubrows so I’m burnt out on them. 

18. What’s your favorite track in the OST?

March of the MOA of course. I was super stuck on For Narmer after New War, though. 

19. Who comes to mind first at the phrase “Space Dad”?

Teshin, because apparently that’s what people call him? He can’t be my dad, though, I wanna do him nasty. 

20. Which faction do you hate fighting the most?

Orokin, because you get the worst of all the factions. Ancients, bombards, nullifiers, etc. 

21. What was your first Prime build?

Jeez, it’s been too long. I’m almost sure my first prime was Mag though. 

22. Do your operator and Warframe wear matching colors?

It depends! Mostly, yes. All of my frames and my operator have a pink/white/black/gold default. I have a few other “default” palettes I use for some frames, like neon pink/green/blue and black. When I use the alternates, I don’t change my operator. 

23. Which Warframe would you take grocery shopping?

Mag because I love her. 

24. Are you Sun, Moon, or neutrally aligned?

I think I’m Moon? I don’t even remember what this shit does. Have they fully explained it? All I know is that you can’t change it. I logged in earlier to look at my crew members but forgot to look at this.

25. Which planet is your favorite to run missions on?

Anything but Europa lol

26. Cetus, Fortuna, or the Necralisk?

Fortuna, hands down. I don’t like the melt though :( give me back the snow

27. What are your Railjack crewmembers’ names?

Xapp Fahkk (my first Lich, who I accidentally converted), Aeloeth, and Orukk Jiss lol I also have some cool friends like Naz Ner, Spelm, and Probate Akitiorikaidoj.  I actually logged in just to see what their names were, and while I was already online, figured I’d go see what Ticker had today. Which means I adopted Brian for the low low price of a million credits (worth it).

28. Which Warframe is the most attractive?

I have always been hot for Mag. And Mesa Prime, of course. 

29. What’s a Warframe headcanon you have?

I'm not sure I have anything super thrilling, I've been out too long. I do remember that my clanmates and I used to make jokes about us all living in our dojo with our pet MOAs. Which was before pet MOAs were actually a thing and before operator reveals.

30. Do you play public or solo?

SOLO. I hate pubs. 

31. Which color palette is your favorite?

Metisse, of course. 

32. What’s your favorite floof?

The ostia vasca kavat floofs and their little red eyes. Adorable!

33. Business, Son, or Master Teasonai?

None, tbh, but I can deal with Biz most. 

34. What’s a line of dialogue that stuck with you?

They come to this place when they know they are not pure. Tenno use the keys, but they are mere trespassers. Only I, Vor, know the true power of the Void. I was cut in half, destroyed, but through its Janus Key, the Void called to me. It brought me here and here I was reborn. We cannot blame these creatures, they are being led by a false prophet, an impostor who knows not the secrets of the Void. Behold the Tenno, come to scavenge and desecrate this sacred realm. My brothers, did I not tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment? Now, I will stop them. Now I am changed, reborn through the energy of the Janus Key. Forever bound to the Void. Let it be known, if the Tenno want true salvation, they will lay down their arms, and wait for the baptism of my Janus key. It is time. I will teach these trespassers the redemptive power of my Janus key. They will learn its simple truth. The Tenno are lost, and they will resist. But I, Vor, will cleanse this place of their impurity.

35. Does your Operator have a name? What is it?

I hadn’t ever considered, tbh. I suppose just ‘Viper’!

36. Who is your comfort Warframe?

Mag Mag Mag