#and i was like. well. um. maybe a little worse. funny story.

[tamaharu]

im not like, bringing it up in every conversation, but it is kind of difficult to not drop the 'hey my dog died this weekend' not because i enjoy reminding people of death?? but because it feels genuinely so weird to see all these people and live my life normally without talking about the fact that ive developed this cool new hole in my heart. anyways that was my weekend howre you.

[gladiatorcunt]

- EASTER EGG BASKET | VII.

together, intertwined, mouths bruised with love and souls bitten

cw: kinktober prompt (spit roasting), fem reader, age gap (reader in their 20s & cherik in their 40s), set during first class but they’re older and the school’s already established more, unprotected sex, teacher’s pet!reader, eventual teacher-student relationship, background established cherik and a mention of alex x hank, power imbalance, dubcon, lowkey coercion, “slut” used one time by you @ you, southern!reader, controlling older men :3

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“And what do we have here?”

You stop your mindless floating in the pool, freezing at the sound of a deep male voice. You knew exactly who it was from the very first disappointed breath.

“Mr. Lehnsherr, um, fancy seeing you here.” You bite your lip, awkwardly kicking your legs back and forth since your mutant ability unfortunately isn’t catapulting your body out of water.

“Yes, in the manor’s off limits after hours pool, how funny.” Erik says flatly, unamused. “Lights out was five minutes ago, my dear, care to tell me why exactly you aren’t in bed?”

You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck, “I just wanted to come cool off, I was going right back to bed da- sir, I swear.”

Great. Now your cheeks are hot at your near slip up, something that your teacher seems to catch. His lips quirk up on a barely there smile, and you suddenly wished you had the strong will to drown yourself right here right now.

“Oh, I wish I could believe you.” He tuts, not as willing to let you get away with shit like Charles, but Erik has his own soft spot for you. “And what are you wearing? Because I know that isn’t one of the school’s swimsuits.”

The piece in question being a skimpy pink two piece, the bikini top covers only the upper half of your breasts and ends just under your nipples. The bottoms of your tits hang out through a cut out and the straps of the bottom rest high on your hips. The strings are held together by a little studded heart.

“It’s something from home, southern summers are hot, sir.” You don’t hide yourself away in newfound shame despite that being what you’re feeling.

You cross your arms under your boobs, pushing the ample mounds up and squishing them together. Erik’s cold eyes follow the movement and he swallows, but the same unimpressed look is still plastered all over his face. You want to pout and stomp your foot, but you’re lucky he hasn’t turned your ass in to Charles yet, maybe there’s a way for you to get out of this without a punishment of any kind.

“Yes, well.” His voice is gruff as he clears his throat, “Charles sent me to find you. He gets worried when you’re not where he expects you to be, where we both expect you to be, am I clear?”

Your guilt isn’t as believable when your ass cheeks are out for one of the teachers you’re insane over to leer at, but you do drown in it. You’re miles away from any family, and when your ultra religious southern family found out about you being a mutant, they called you a demon and promptly kicked you out. You’re lucky that Charles found you when he did, and the things he and later Erik learned that you had been through made them feel quite protective of you.

You know perfectly well that it feels good to be a teacher's pet at the top of the class who never does anything wrong in their eyes. To get male validation just for breathing in their general direction, especially when there are so many students here with similar if not worse sob stories. For you at least, it was love at first sight.

You just really needed this one little instance of rebellion, to do laps back and forth in the perfectly cool blue water until the thoughts of being stuck between teachers who are twice your age were washed away. And that was after you had played with your clit only to scream into your pillow because you couldn’t get over that peak.

“I know, I'm sorry it was just this one time. I’ll use the pool when it’s open during the day next time, I promise.” You nod, willing to just take the loss and say whatever Erik wants to hear so you go back to your dorm without this ever getting back to Charles’s ears.

With Erik, disappointing him is kind of sexy because he scowls and his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms before he scolds you. He has rough hands that you can so easily imagine smacking the shit out of you, and you don’t just imagine him hitting your ass either.

Plus, his comfort hit so much deeper when he would cup your face and stroke a thumb over your hair, letting you the softness seep into his gaze when you promise to be good.

With Charles, disappointing him is still sexy, but you feel awful much quicker. He’s a real “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” kind of man, and seeing the way his mouth twists and he refuses to even look you in the eye has you shrinking like a violet. It takes a lot more begging to get his attention and even more sincere promises to do better to get him to smile again, chuckling and fondly exasperated as he instructs you to run along.

Erik is still in the bulging biceps phase, glaring down at you at the edge of the pool until something unreadable flashes across his vision. “You know what? You’re right, you are sorry, why don’t I keep you company in the pool if you’re so stressed? Since you can’t be trusted to not wander off on your own right now.”

Your eyes widen to the size of marbles as you watch your teacher strip off his hoodie and shorts, down to only his bare body, and jump in the pool beside you. You sputter and hurriedly wipe away the water that splashes your face. Erik chuckles and swims to brush up against your front, immediately grabbing your waist and digging his fingers into your flesh.

His hands drift up to run along the sides of your breasts, groping you through the wet fabric. You trace his stubble and whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip. Your breath hitches, helplessly staring into his eyes, not fighting or pushing him away. He gets the answer that he wants to the question in his eyes and sweeps you into a kiss, the swolshing of the water moving around you is the only thing you can hear other than your thundering heartbeat.

The rest, as they say, is history. Because you’re making out with Erik in no time flat and humping his bare cock the best you can in the water when a familiar throat clearing sound goes off like a gun above you. The heavy clack of his oxfords pounding the wet tile surrounding the pool, the fancy french cologne that you’ve imagined stealing and spraying on your pillow.

There he is, you had to know in the back of your mind that once Erik had gotten there, it was only a matter of time before Charles followed. You lick away the string of spit connecting you and Erik and smile your most charming smile, still humping him even as Charles frowns.

“S-sir, we were just- I’m gonna go back to bed soon, honest.” It’s flimsy and a god awful apology but you’re too horny to care. You can make it up to him after somebody screws your brains out, not a second before.

And Charles knows already, you can feel him in your mind and while you’re definitely self conscious about what he sees, you can’t help but sigh in relief when he starts unbuckling his belt after rifling around in there for a minute. His blue eyes seem more vivid to you now, watered with color in the face of your wildly inappropriate feelings.

“Do not think I'm not still upset with you, young lady, we have curfews for a reason and if you can’t follow them, you’ll be confined to going to your classes and going straight to your dorm.” His melodic voice warns you, but you can only beam and nod so he sighs, resolving to tell you again when you don’t have a singular thought bubble with a picture of their cocks in your brain.

“Yes yes yes, I promise this won’t happen again, just please, sir.” You’re not above begging already, part of being a teacher’s pet means doing what you have to do to keep yourself on the pedestal they put you on.

Erik’s hands flex on your waist, “Now now, don’t be so eager, pet. Wouldn’t want you to get too cock hungry now would we?”

He says it like they obviously would but Charles shoots him a look and Erik laughs, going back to groping your tits through your bikini top. Charles soon slips into the water on your other side, and soon enough you’re sandwiched in between the both of them. Charles runs his hands down your back and settles them on your ass, sharply smacking the globes before telling Erik to sit on the edge of the pool.

“You’re going to give me more gray hairs than I already have, you know that?” Charles sighs, “It’s only fitting I take some of that stress out on this gorgeous body, hm, darling?”

“Uh huh, I’m so so sorry, sir.” You babble, pitching yourself forward to mouth at Erik’s bare length as Charles slides his hands around your hips and grinds against your ass.

Erik spreads his legs, “Greedy girl, come get it then.”

You suckle at the thick tip, flicking your tongue out to catch the drops of pre that leak out and take him down your throat as Charles pulls the strings of your bikini bottom loose. You squeal in pleasant surprise when he parts your ass cheeks to get a good look of your pussy underwater, running his thumbs over your folds and teasingly dipping into your hole.

You whine around Erik’s cock, already to the hilt, his balls resting on your chin. He chuckles and pats your cheek, goading Charles into giving the poor thing what she wants already, you might die of need on them.

“We’ve fantasized about this while we fucked on our own time, Charles, there’s no use in pretending any longer.”

You eagerly hum on Erik’s length, bobbing your head up and down, only faltering at the hint of Charles’s cockhead against your entrance. He teasingly swipes it through, slipping a few of his fingers in to stretch you enough while causing you too much pain. You have to face some kind of punishment after all, he and Erik will kiss it better later.

“Now, pet, keep your mouth where it is and relax your legs, let me in.” Charles pants, slowly sinking into your tight warmth as you suck Erik off.

Once you’ve adjusted enough, despite still reeling from the stretch and burn, his slow but deep thrusts push your head further into Erik’s lap. You look up at the latter with teary eyes, he laughs and brushes them away from your lower lash line, guiding you to bob your head more.

Charles hisses, fingernails scratching at your love handles as he picks up the pace. He loves the way you gag on Erik when he hits that sweet spot inside you, the way you can’t run away from either them or what they do to you or what you do to them. He knows that this moment was inevitable, always in motion and in the making since the day you met. You project your dirty little fantasies so loudly, Charles would have to lock the door to his classroom after every period so he could get himself off.

You gurgle around Erik, your nose buried in his trimmed pubes and inhaling his musk as you deepthroat him. Charles tightens his grip, moving to grope and play your ass from behind, his thrusts speed up even faster. Eventually the water is rippling around the three of you, the manor’s pool making mini waves as Charles’s girthier cock splits your pussy open.

You feel so full, your mind is so painted white that you can’t think about anything else but the long dick filling your mouth and the thick dick buried in your velvet grip.

“So good for us, if you were feeling restless you could’ve just sneaked into either one of our rooms. We wouldn’t have minded.” Someone says, maybe Charles, even though he would be the one who would protest too much before giving up the charade.

You give up on actively sucking Erik off and just let the force of Charles’s thrusts shoot you up and down to take his length into your mouth over and over and over. Blinking up at them in a daze as if you have no other thoughts in your puppy brain, just a bimbo slut for them to share and use between them. You drift in that sub space for ages, letting them direct your movements on their cocks like the most loved and well kept doll in the world.

“Fuck, darling!” Charles grunts, pounding your gummy walls and focusing on your choked up whines and moans.

Erik groans, his large hips jutting pistoning his aching dick into you, caught up in the embrace of your tongue and throat. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely wide around his meat. He wishes he took the time to slap his shaft against your face, demeaning you with the tip on the center of your lolled out tongue.

“Hottest little mouth I’ve ever fucked, be proud of that, dear.” Erik grits out, wrestling his pleasure from the depths of your gaping jaw.

Charles reverently kneads the fat of your globes and Erik lovingly caresses the apple shaped swell of your cheeks with his rough fingertips. Both of the cocks in you twitch as they spill inside, and your eyes flutter shut. You’re too busy drinking every drop of Erik’s salty seed to react to Charles finessing your clit until you're dirtying the pool water with your own orgasm. Your fluids float off to mix with the bits of Charles that leak out of you, and you’re almost genuinely sad at the thought.

They intertwine their fingers when they push in a cold metal buttplug back in Charles' room, which you come to find out is one they share. That sentiment is true about the room as well.

You and Alex avoid looking each other in the eye when he catches you coming out of their room on the way to class, and you see Hank passed out on the bed behind his opened door.

[bighairybuffmen69]

RS Went Out of Her Way to Give Hades an Oedipus Complex.

Something struck me as odd when I saw images of LO’s pilot.

This was Rhea’s original design; she had galaxy skin like Kronos.

When Lore Olympus became a WEBTOON original, her design changed, which I honestly consider a good thing. Rhea was always associated with nature as opposed to space. So, did RS give her a more rustic design? Did she get her signature turret crown, or maybe a lion motif?

Nope.

Rhea, (who is described as an EARTH titaness within Lore Olympus itself) was redesigned…to be a pink Persephone clone.

And this isn’t a case where you can argue “oh, well everyone is a Persephone clone cuz same face syndrome, it doesn’t mean anything in-universe!!,” because in the comic, Persephone was established to be a canonical Rhea lookalike when Helios mistook a description of Persephone for a description of Rhea.

They have fundamentally identical designs, and both RS and the narrative know it.

On top of this, Hades describes both Rhea & Persephone to be very kind (and otherwise just similar personality-wise). So, um…Hades basically married a fun-sized version of his long-lost mom.

Which makes this line all the more disturbing.

Hades is interested in Persephone being titan-sized, and I feel like it isn’t a stretch to say this is a sexual thing. The fandom treats it as a haha funny joke, like “aw Hades has a giantess fetish lol 🤪” but I feel like everyone’s ignoring the fact that giant Persephone would look exactly like a pale Rhea clone. It’s not rocket science; large Persephone is basically just Rhea.

And Hades wants to see this….for fetish reasons?

RS knows what she’s doing. She deliberately redesigned Rhea to be pink (when she is canonically an EARTH titaness, and would’ve benefited far more from being a shade of green or brown). She went out of her way to create both physical and personality parallels to Persephone and Rhea, even having a character confuse a description of Persephone for Rhea. She threw in implications that Hades has a giantess fetish, meaning he’d be sexually attracted to Persephone when she’d look exactly like his mom. She made all these story decisions…to give Hades an Oedipus complex. There’s no classy way to put it; RS made Hades fall in love with a clone of his dead fucking mom.

You can’t even argue “oh, well, it’s Greek mythology!” because, correct me if I’m wrong, but Hades wanting to fuck his mom was nowhere in the original myths. Plus, RS has taken measures to remove incest from her story. Persephone is not related to Rhea in Lore Olympus, there is no reason she should look this much like her. This serves no narrative purpose, RS did it for shits and giggles, and it only makes Hades look like 10x more of a creep.

I’ll end this post with a little spot-the-difference between Rhea & Perse. To make matters worse, this is arguably the most Rhea-like Persephone has looked…and it was in Hades’ dream. So, uh, do with that as you will.

[esther-dot]

I know some people are seeing jonsa in Kit's speech about his "Freudian complex" and what he seeks in a partner (which honestly same LOL 🤡🤡). But at the same time, and knowing that he did enjoy the Ygritte-Jon relationship, it seems curious to me that he's associating Dany and Ygritte with Cat who, as he said, "hated him". I don't know if I make sense?? Lol

That Freudian comment really did make me 👀

I transcribed what he said for context.

In response to a question about Jon finding room in his heart for love again:

"Uh, yea--I hope so. I hope there will be. The funny think about--I said this earlier as well. In thinking about Jon and his choice of women which is (audience laughter). I think he's like...his maternal, the only maternal figure he had was Catelyn who hated him. Treated him like--I swear a lot. I'm sorry--who treated him like crap, alright? And he tends to go for really dominant women. It's quite interesting isn't it? He goes for the really d-- (stops himself). And I think that there's some Freudian thing going on there. Um, with that in mind I think he would go for a s-- (stops himself). I think especially the Ygritte thing burned him so much that he has definite PTSD and truma about being in a relationship, so I think it would be tough. Yeah."

(from this video that @starwarsprincess1986 posted)

I find it a really odd statement considering what he’s said in the past. I can interpret it in a few ways. It could just mean he’s attracted to women who have some authority over him. But he did include hate and mistreatment in his thoughts about Cat and pairing and connecting that vie the Freudian reference to Ygritte and Dany…well, it is kinda an understandable assertion given how s7-8 went. Kit didn’t have a say in what was written but had to perform it, so where D&D may have chosen a path for commercial reasons, without it actually making sense character-wise, Kit tried to create a believable emotional interpretation. As in, Dany treated Jon pretty badly (by taking him prisoner), and he inexplicably fell in love with her. Dany treated him worse in s8 and he inexplicably remained loyal. If that’s the story given to Kit, he might think, well shit, Ygritte also took Jon prisoner, Ygritte demanded his loyalty (as did Dany), Ygritte threatened him (as did Dany), Ygritte felt betrayed by him (as did Dany), and Ygritte shot him (Tyrion and Arya tell him Dany is gonna kill him), so, he might think Jon is choosing women who have some power in the dynamic/he can’t escape (like Cat), who he admires in some way/wants something from (maternal love from Cat, info from Ygritte, dragons /armies from Dany), and then think that he gives into these women because where Cat firmly rejected him, Ygritte and Dany did soften and express interest. It’s possible he saw the power imbalance in Jon/Dany and Jon/Ygritte, the emotional abuse, and thinks it’s a pattern in which Jon was conditioned to want love from a woman he feared. I really like Cat so this is all making me very uncomfy 😬

Like you, that doesn’t fit with how I’ve heard him speak of Ygritte, but I was really caught off guard by the fact that he mentioned not only Cat’s hate but that she treated him like crap which, why is that on his mind when describing Jon’s romantic relationships? If he saw show Ygritte that way, it would shock me? But in a different part, he’s talking about how kind/good his wife is and how odd it was to have her switch from being his sweet gf to acting Ygritte…who (I think he said) would chew his face off in a scene 😂 It did seem to indicate he didn’t consider all the J/Y banter totally harmless/cute. Maybe years later he sees it as somewhat toxic? Maybe he’s been reading the books to prep for the sequel and that’s influencing him? 🤔

I don't know if he made any or all those connections, it may have been a very broad, Cat was strong-willed and Ygritte and Dany are too, meaning. The comments about Cat’s feelings and behavior could have been a little detour, but he did mention the trauma and PTSD from his time with Ygritte as well. That could have been strictly about how both Ygritte and Dany died in his arms and how Jon feels responsible for that (Kit mentioned something like that post s8), but the fact that he feels that way about Cat and brought her into the convo…it felt like an indicator that he knows the relationships were a little fucked up.

I know I always thought that craving the approval and love of Cat had kinda transferred to Sansa and that her acceptance of Jon as a Stark (telling him he was a Stark to her, offering him the Lord’s chambers, dressing him like Ned…) was probably the most healing experience of his life. Not only because she looked like Cat, but because at the time, she was the only surviving Stark, and she had never been close to him so it wasn’t a continuation from childhood, but totally unexpected acceptance. That all became messy, but it still seems more clearly delineated in the show (they even mention Sansa sitting in Cat’s seat once) then his interactions with Ygritte or Dany. I’m not sure what to think, anon, but I agree, it was a really interesting quote! I’ll try to watch the rest of the video sometime and see if there’s anything else to add context to it.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: Strap in, mod. Cuz I gotta give my two cents on you being interested in Disgaea now.

First of all, I don't anything about what happens in disgaea 6 or 7. Kinda didn't care anymore after the older characters didn't feel like work was done to make their moves modern anymore.

Ok now, if you're that interested just of the hinazumi bit, you can ignore Disgaea 1 and 3. I didn't play them either but they didn't seem too interesting to me. Just know Laharl, Etna, and Flonne are old characters from the first game.

I recommend playing Disgaea 2, 4, and 5. Mostly cuz I biased like these ones. You can play 2 on a psp emulator like I did. 4 is the first game I saw and how I got into the series tho and 5 was pretty fun to watch and had a great story.

Before I gush over the hinazumi-ish details of Adell and Rozalin, important tips for Disgaea 2 tho. 1. DO NOT kill your friends. Friendly fire is always on and it's always a bad idea to accidentally do this in all the games but 2 actually punishes you HARD if you do it way too much. *shivers in fear remembering the Worse Ending* 2. Adell hits REALLY hard if the opponent is stronger than him. Prepare yourself to see him level up like crazy for being a level 100 fighting level 500's. 3. Adell's cowardly scaredycat little brother is the best unit in the game bar none. His aoe attack where desperately flails all around himself does more damage than anything in this game.

Now for the stupid gushiness. Spoilers tho. Adell and Rozalin start off really not wanting to be around each other. They really don't like having to drag or be dragged everywhere. Character Development happens tho and by the end of the game, well, Adell fucking kisses the insanity out of her. 👍. Funny as the credits show her trying to shoot him for doing that. Here comes the reall Hinazumi levels of tsundere lovey dovey shit. Come Disgaea 4, you can recruit them separately as dlc. The thing is, well, they both seem to have secret motives for why they want the job and need the money when you first try to recruit. Turns out they secretly wanted to buy something valuable for the other. (Adell wanted to buy a fancy necklace for Rozalin and Rozalin wanted to buy a new fancy house for Adell) How sweet. However, whoever you recruited first suddenly arrives after the second is beaten and admits their reasons and they feel moved. Cue the lovey dovey atmosphere of "You did all of this for me?" "You were doing all of this for me, too?" "I... um... uh..." *long silence and then the atmosphere burst into colorful hearts and rainbows as they're both lost in their own world, staring at each other in silence* What happens next can only be described as:

Ibuki coming out of nowhere screaming out "OH. MAH. GAWD. These two. Are. MARRIED!!!"

(Cue the tsundere.)

Hinazumi finally realizing everyone was watching: WE'RE NOT MARRIED!!!

Hajime: yeah um um um she's just a freeloader living together with me under the same house!

Mahiru: Hajime, you idiot! You're only giving them more of the wrong idea! Also who are you calling a freeloader?!

Ibuki: You two are definitely married!

Fuyuhiko: Okay okay! That's enough. You're both fucking hired. Work together as husband and wife to make money for the business, you two.

Hinazumi: We're not married!

(This was fun to go thru again.)

From then on, it gets more and more intimate and hilarious. Honestly, I wish I could gush over it more but I don't have time.

//Ok, so I checked out a video on what you were talking about, and I'll link it here.

//So there's two possible outcomes, as RPG said, and they both give off this absolutely perfect tsundere romance vibe. This is the most Hinazumi thing I have ever fucking seen, and I adore it.

//Kaguya-sama wishes it could be this good.

//And what's funny is I imagine this being a potential story interaction for the Survivor RPG we brainstormed a while ago. Except maybe instead, it's just Ibuki and the other Remnants teasing Hinazumi that they are stupid in love and married.

-Mod

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e12 faith (w. sera gamble, raelle tucker)

(this is a rewatch so spoilers abound)

same old story, i'm struggling. mostly convinced my depression (and/or the meds) just shuffle my executive function around but never increase it. imagine a yahtzee cup shaking the dice around, let's see what i get this time

very pretty and reminiscent of xfiles, but better car. cue me searching for the oldsmobile that wasn't terrible in the xf movie, which then i run into the firefox/yt bug so i have to wait 5 minutes for an incredibly shitty recording of a tv playing an xf/oldsmobile intrigue promo to load. this is going great. maybe i don't wanna see our dean get electrocuted

cracking up that they kinda ran into each other. literally attached at the hip. this whole rawhead thing, feels like the actual monstery monsters thing just largely went by the wayside after s1

DEAN Yeah. All right, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me. SAM What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here. DEAN Hey, you better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass. SAM I don't think that's funny. DEAN Oh, come on, it's a little funny.

always hard to watch dean being so ready to die. this being the more acceptance of the consequences of hunting type, but watching it with the weight of every other time it's going to happen pushing down on me, buh.

DEAN Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story. SAM Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options. DEAN What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it. SAM Watch me.

heaven help whoever gets in the way of sam saving dean

SAM Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh... you probably won't even get this, but, uh... it's Dean. He's sick, and uh... the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um... but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause I'm uh... gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright... just wanted you to know.

dean's dying but can't count on john for anything, of course. and a little sam/jared nail biting moment

DEAN Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.

come home to hot nurse sammy *rimshot*

SAM You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it. DEAN Yeah, whatever, dude. Have you even slept? You look worse than me.

i spy with my little eye their wee printer back there. sammy in socks, dean in not-logger boots. also i think because of how he dresses a lot of times but jackles really does have long legs. and occasionally will get a shot of them like whoa, right.

SAM I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal. DEAN For what? SAM For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist. DEAN You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you? SAM I'm not gonna let you die, period. We're going.

i know that's right!

always here for grumpy weak puppy dean getting annoyed with sam mother henning him. i ended up making all the gifs because it's cute and makes me laugh

DEAN Man, you are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor. SAM I believe I said a specialist.

cracking me up. it's not my fault you assumed medical specialist 😌

s1e11 julie benz as layla rourke / dexter s1e1 as rita bennett

funny, in an effort to watch something instead of zoning out and being miserable in the evening the other day i put on dexter, i have watched half of the first episode 🥴 but i did meet her character!

YOUNG WOMAN Maybe God works in mysterious ways. DEAN Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject. YOUNG WOMAN Yeah, I'm sure. DEAN I'm Dean. This is Sam. YOUNG WOMAN Layla. So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here? DEAN Well, apparently my brother here believes enough for the both of us.

sam's little smile to that ❤️

DEAN This is ridiculous. (He slaps SAM's hands away) I'm good, dude, get off me.

😂

truly, worth the price of admission alone

SAM Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on? DEAN Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why. SAM What feeling? DEAN When I was healed, I just... I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second... I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit. SAM But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately. DEAN Well, excuse me, psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.

psychic wonder :p sam's little pinched face when dean says he needs to have faith lol harrumph. yeah yeah some guy died, but you're fine so let's go!

s1e12 kevin mcnulty as reverend legrange

i did a hiky for kevin mcnulty for is appearance in spn 10x06, he was in the killing and the magicians too

ROY Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest. DEAN What did you see in my heart? ROY A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished.

i don't remember if they go into this any more but i wonder how much of this was hinting at the long game (nevermind roy doesn't actually have any powers that we know of). could work for all manner of points along the story within the s1-5 arc for him though

s1e12 gillian barber as mrs rourke / s12e17 as dr hess / the x-files s2e10 as beth kane / under the banner of heaven s1e4 as sister dorren

she's been in a couple of my things too, including four (4!) episodes of the xfiles and uh, she was dr hess in s12 of spn for 3 episodes?? lol no wonder she was familiar. i guess i didn't look her up

oof, that small "i'm sorry" from sam got me. so this scene originally has don't fear the reaper by blue oyster cult, clip here if interested. i don't know that i think it fits that much better, feels like it's just too cheekily appropriate they had to use it somewhere.

i appreciate the dividers not being some godawful cheesy thing but i'm also laughing at how big this motel room is. and full ass kitchen basically, only vaguely kitchenette in the fact that the fridge and stove are like. 3/4 size. it's a cool set but i often think their motel sets are bonkers in one way or another regardless

SAM Wait, what the hell are you talking about Dean, we can't kill Roy. DEAN Sam, the guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book. SAM No. We're not going to kill a human being Dean. We do that we're no better than he is. DEAN Ok, we cant kill Roy, we can't kill Death. Any bright ideas, college boy? SAM Ok. uh...If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta...figure out what it is. And how to break it.

honestly don't think dean at this point in time would actually jump to killing the human instead of breaking the spell but whatevs :p i can take the somewhat out of character things like dean saying he's proud of sam in s1 and hold tight to them and discard the ones i don't like, like this :P maybe it's because he feels wracked with guilt! who knows!

COP 1 We catch you round here again son, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand? DEAN Yes sir, fear of God. Got it.

can't resist being a smartass to cops

LAYLA I wish you luck. I really do. DEAN Same to you. Layla turns to walk away again. DEAN (under his breath) You deserve it a lot more than me.

sneak in some of that patented dean self loathing

DEAN Desperate. Her husband was dying, she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.

sounds familiar 🤔

DEAN May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work.

amen to that

just happen to whip up a color picture of dean. wonder if she has a printer or she takes it to the 1 hour photo

and dean doesn't even try to get away from the reaper, like yeah. should be dead anyway, and let layla live. just what he wanted

DEAN We did the right thing here didn't we? SAM Of course we did. DEAN (hanging his head) It doesn't feel like it.

(especially when the right thing means dean gets to live)

DEAN Must be rough. To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you.

like *cough* your dad?? lol

LAYLA God works in mysterious ways. Goodbye, Dean.

mmmk. the draft script says she kissed him, glad they didn't go there

DEAN Well... I'm not much of the praying type... but... I'm gonna pray for you. LAYLA Well...There's a miracle right there.

🤔 ok lol

physically incapable of shutting up about these early episodes

[dreamy625]

This rockstar life - 3.18 Mixtape

Words: 801

Content: just some words. *insert self-indulgent fic writer waffle about writers’ block, feeling mopey, blah blah blah* 

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“Um...so this is the...third go at recording this thing. I couldn’t think of anything to say. So I’m just going to play a few things, and maybe read something. You said… you said you wanted my voice so…”

I had, and just thirty seconds in, even through these crappy headphones, my eyes are already welling up at the sound of that familiar soft accent. I’d promised myself I would save it for as long as possible, until I really, really missed him. I lasted all of… thirty-five hours and seventeen minutes. Pathetic. It’s not like we’ve never been apart before, he’s always coming and going, but maybe it’s worse because I know I won’t see him for three weeks this time (‘No girls at rehearsals’). Of course there’s phones, but we suck at timing and end up just with snatched minutes as he’s dashing off to a photoshoot, or messages left on the answerphone at 2am. 

“Anyway… I think you’ll recognise this one from the album.”

I do recognise it, but it takes a few bars because I don’t think I’ve heard it on an acoustic before. It’s a little Zeppelin-ish done that way. It’s a real power ballad on the record, but I think I prefer it this way. It’s funny, I hear Steve playing all the time, but very rarely a whole song; usually it’s just the same bit over and over while he’s trying to work something out, or a screeching Jimmy Page solo to blow off steam! He doesn’t practise as such, I don’t think he needs to. Music runs through him all the time and he just picks up a guitar when he needs to let it out into the world. 

“This next one is one of Sav’s… I dunno what we’re doing with it. We did the demo but… too many ballads I guess. But it goes sort of like this.”

Partway through he breaks off - “There’s a solo… my solo… goes here. But I don’t think I can do it on this, so you’ll have to imagine.” There are some scraping noises which I guess is him fiddling with the microphone, then all I hear for a minute or so is breathing.

“I didn’t know what to talk about - you know me, not much of a ra-con-teuuur - so I thought I could read you something instead. So this is what I’m reading… trying to read. The Odyssey. It’s about this Greek king who fought in the Trojan war and then has all these adventures trying to get back home. It takes him ten years, and I think it might take me as long to read it, heh-heh.”

When he starts to read, his voice is whispery, hesitating over the Greek names and longer words, but he gets a little bolder as he gets into the rhythm of the story. If you’re a boy and you grow up on a Sheffield housing estate and go to the local comp*, reading is not exactly encouraged. At all, let alone classical myths. He has read a lot since then, in a rather scatter-gun, autodidactic fashion, but he’s not exactly had the chance to engage in literary debate, so he’s always afraid he’ll be mocked for misunderstandings or mispronunciation. But I love listening to him talk, about books, about anything. Sometimes I make him tell me stories when I can’t sleep, lying with my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat in one ear and tales of childhood escapades in the other. Oh god, this is not helping! I miss him more than ever now. I pull the pillow from his side of the bed and hug it to my chest, hoping the lingering hint of his smell and the even cadence of his recitation will soothe the loneliness. 

More microphone fumbling noises rouse my mind from its dreamy state. There is some mumbling, ‘how much tape…? Okay, let's give this a go’, and then strumming. Now this I recognise instantly; it’s my favourite Zeppelin song. That is so sweet of him. He starts to hum the verse and then, so low and quiet I almost miss it, ‘someone told me there’s a girl out there…’. Oh. Did I really…? Quickly I press rewind and spool back a few seconds. Steve doesn’t sing. Ever. He says he can’t. He mimes on stage. He doesn’t even sing in the shower. But that… that is most definitely Steve singing. Just a few lines, then he la-la-las the rest. I replay it three more times, then get scared I’m going to stretch the tape or something. I’m so… it’s like I’ve been given a precious jewel, just for me. Oh my heart. 

“G’night love. I’ll see you very soon.” and then the click of the recorder being switched off. 

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* Comp = comprehensive school. Standard type of school for kids aged 11 - 18 in the UK

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And that’s the end of part 3. In part 4, Lepps on tour!

[silvesi]

I gotta toss you Morred. I think that there's a lot of untapped potential between "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy artificer" and "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy alchemist", and I want to watch the world burn -@alma-draws

OK. THIS IS AN INTERESTING ONE.  

They'd be great friends if not for Morreds past. Anything more? God FORBID. Feds needs calming the heck down not hyping up MORE!! 

I gotta start adding readmores to my walls, bear with me.

There's some hangups here, so this is probably not what you are expecting from my beloved boy at all - I said in another ask but Fedsy has MASSIVE issues with the nightmare court and their experiments, considering that's why he's a little messed up himself. 

If he found out about Morreds background, (Which he most likely would due to his reputation and also activating a rant by asking him about the dream) your guy would be getting 50 types of sarcastic bastard instead of the fun "ooh, what does this do" type.

Morred would proooobably be able to see him lose that enthusiasm and put that barrier up halfway through a conversation if he's astute enough. Can't say Feds recognises it himself since, well, obviously it’s just part of who he is. You are going to have to build his trust and it is going to take a WHILE but he’ll linger anyway because he just wants to know things. Is he your friend? no. maybe. He’s stood 5ft away scowling at you and watching you work but cannot resist pointing out any mistakes you are making or asking about something he finds interesting. He's sulky about this and his apparent lack of self control in terms of just ignoring the guy. He can approach you but you can't approach him or he will THROW KNIVES AT YOU. He needs to pretend he has control here and isn't following an impulse and dealing with so many thoughts inside his brain at once. Shelter cat energy.

There are many sides to Feds; he can be a little volatile, mostly as the story progresses. Sorry Morred. You have to prove yourself. Cause some problems for the right people. I think, eventually, Feds would just start testing him with increasingly chaotic suggestions as for how to enhance his work alongside Feds abilities. He could be tempted to say he’s okay with certain things if he sees the person or their abilities would be of use or interesting to him, but. He’s not. He’s grumping inside his head. maybe plotting. Befriend him fast before he decides he's had/learnt enough and tries something against you. um. If he saw One Thing that just GOT him he would flip, despite potentially treading the line before. He would go feral. Idk, not a Morred example since I'm unsure what exactly he'd do, but if you kicked a dog. you are literally going to die now. He’s on a case by case basis and very emotionally driven.

To be honest even if they were enemies I think it would be funny as hell. like. Feds is attacking him (again, does this once a month). They both see something cool. Stop fighting for a moment, or see something worse than them. both kill that together in SECONDS. Ok cool. Start fighting each other again. everyone is terrified of them. I think they’d have a really volatile friends/enemies/friends again/ work colleagues now/ DIE/ hey nice outfit where did u get that/  relationship. Nobody gets involved they're just like no yeah this is how mesmers make friends its fine its normal. 

I like to think they’d eventually end up as friends. feds gets over some stuff. They both do. Maybe. They band together. I dunno, I feel they'd lend themselves well against the mordrem- Feds would happily spend so much time trying to figure out how to turn everything in that jungle against its own, but he really needs someone to help utilise that research. One time they accidentally made a dagger that heals people as soon as you stab them.    

Also. 

There's no way Fedsy doesn't admire his flair for the dramatic at least a little. He'd bounce off that. 2 theatre kids doing science what will they do. 

[membermentmania]

August 16th, 12:00-4:53am

 light blue. Tweek raised a brow. He’d assumed the eyepatch was for show or something. But he didn’t really give it much thought. Now he was and he was painfully curious. “Um. If you don’t mind me asking, how’d that happen?” 

Leo chuckled quietly. “Oh man, haven’t thought about it in a while.” He smiled fondly. Weird. “Actually got this from one of the pirate kings.” …what? 

That threw Tweek for several loops. Kenny and Clyde were the pirate kings. And they were both not really the time to blind someone. At least in Zaron. “W-which one?” 

“Kenny.” 

Tweek sputtered. “Dude, seriously?!” 

“Yeah. We were all friends growing up. When we were all first learning how to fight, when we were, like, ten, Kenny and I were the first to figure out how to use daggers.” He laughed again, brightly, nothing bitter or amiss. “He was a lot better than me though. Taught me everything he knew. One day we got a little carried away and well…” He pointed to his eye. 

“You seem so… not put off by this?” he responded, completely confused. 

“He didn’t mean it. The thing about Kenny is he’s completely insane. But he’s so…” He had this small fond smile talking about him. And Tweek got it. That checked out. Kenny was insane, but he was caring, compassionate, always ready to take things as they went. He was sweet and funny and genuinely kind. He couldn’t see Kenny doing this on purpose because there was no way he did. He probably felt worse about it than Leo did. But that did not prepare Tweek for the bomb Leo proceeded to drop on him. “Y’know, I could never not love him.” 

Tweek’s stomach dropped, the small pit that had been sitting there consistently intensifying with a fury. “What?” 

He rested his head on his hand. “It’s dumb. But I’m just happy he’s happy. Maybe in another life, I guess,” he responded, still smiling. He meant this. 

Still, Tweek’s heart twisted. “Leo, I’m so sorry.” 

He waved a hand dismissively. “No big deal. I’m surrounded by fun people that have managed to become my family. Asking for more would just be selfish, y’know?” 

The statement hit Tweek like a truck. “Yeah, I get that.” Their situations were by no means the same, but the thought hit him too hard. His chest hurt. He was being selfish. I’m making things worse, aren’t I?

Leo brightened up. “C’mon, let’s go get the guys.” Tweek didn’t even realize how much time had passed. Tweek followed him upstairs to see Craig and Kyle shaking their arms at each other. He wasn’t exactly sure what happened but Craig won. He gave Kyle a small nod before Kyle disappeared, probably to steer the boat. Stan came from the direction Kyle went. 

“You guys ready?” Leo chirped. With a collective agreement, the group went below deck. 

Tweek sat in between Leo and Stan. He noticed Craig giving him a look, but he didn’t say anything. Ike disappeared for a moment before coming back with a tray that had a bunch of large mugs on it. 

“Really, Ike? You just had to open the keg?” Cartman berated. 

“Dude! Tweek’s got, like, two nights left with us! We gotta enjoy it!” The pit in Tweek’s stomach worsened. Time was escaping him too quickly. 

Tweek took a small deep breath. “Thank you, Ike.” 

“Of course, man! You’re the best person in this crew!”

“You’d take him over me?!” Cartman yelled. 

“Literally any day, I would take Tweek over you,” Ike deadpanned. 

Leo, Firkle, and Stan all started cackling at this. After they’d calmed themselves down, the group started playing poker. Tweek had no idea what was going on, but managed to win the first round. The next few games he bet big, fully expecting to lose. He was basically sitting on infinite money that they could use. Maybe. Does money carry value at all when the world goes to shit? He wished he had someone to ask. 

They all drank and laughed together. Tweek listened to endless stories, trying not to get too into his own head. But it was so much. He kept catching Craig’s eye and every single time his stomach twisted. You’re selfish. Part of him wanted to leave. He just wanted to leave early and wait out the two days before he had to finish his job. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it or even take the thought seriously. His mind was a complete mess, just as it had been since he got back. 

By the time they were done playing, he was sufficiently drunk. The guys decided to go to bed, but he wanted to take some time with his thoughts. He waited for a few after Craig went back upstairs to where he stayed before Tweek went up. He leaned over the side of the boat, watching the inky black waves.  The stars lined the sky, almost feeling deliberate. The cold breeze and salt in the air was sobering. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that before taking a seat against the wall. He pulled his knees towards him and took his wand out of his pocket. He made a little star in front of him, just watching the light. He made another one. Gods, what I would give to dance with him under the stars one more time. He let out a small sigh. He was all over the place. He missed Craig so much, despite just being with him. He understood why though. Sure, that was the same Craig. But at the same time, he wasn’t. 

As much as I promised myself I would come down here and if I found him, I would do everything I didn’t get to do last time, I just can’t. It was dumb to even think. What was I going to say? Oh hey! I knew you in a previous life and I’m so crazy about you. Would you like to date for a week before I bring on the apocalypse and then never see you again? He slammed his head into his hands. I’m a fucking idiot. So selfish and so fucking stupid. 

“God, you look rough.” 

Tweek jumped with a small yelp, looking up at the intruder. “Fuck, Kyle. You almost gave me a heart attack.” Kyle laughed quietly and took a seat next to him. “Wait, who’s steering the boat?”

Kyle waved a hand dismissively. “My belt.”

“Is that… Safe?” 

“We’re in open ocean. Wheel’s just gotta stay straight.” Tweek narrowed his eyes at him, not really believing that. “Tweek, it’s fine.” 

“Whatever you say.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Tweek rested his head on his arms, looking Kyle over. “You’re a really good friend, you know that?” 

Kyle raised an eyebrow. “How so?” 

“You always look out for people. It’s a good trait to have.” He was like this in Zaron too. He smiled to himself. Elf King Kyle was so cool. 

“Thanks,” he responded with a small smile. “But really, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to break.” 

Tweek raked a hand through his hair. “I’m having a lot of conflicting emotions. I’m trying to find balance, but it’s just impossible? I want to be selfish and just do what I want and not care about the consequences of my actions for, like, five minutes, but I have this overwhelming need to be responsible and not cause a shitton of chaos because I want something. It’s like, I know if I just act on how I feel, I’m going to get hurt. Other people are gonna get hurt. I’m just trying to determine if it’s worth it. And I shouldn’t even be, because I can’t decide that for other people. It’s fucked.” 

Kyle let out a quiet hum. “The rational part of me wants to tell you to just say fuck it and go for it. Like you said, life’s short. But I can’t help but feel like your problem is so much bigger than all of us, which makes this difficult.” 

Tweek couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Always insightful. Seriously, Ky, never change.” 

“Has anyone told you about Kenny?” 

“Oh, I’ve heard all about Kenny the past few days.” 

“You really are a lot like him. You have this old soul vibe to you. Like you’ve been to the beginning and end already. The problem with that though is that your problems seem too big to fix.” Kyle looked at him and it felt like he was staring into Tweek’s soul. He saw him. Of course he did. That was Kyle. “Take a breather. Enjoy your last few days with us, okay? We’re all here for you. Except Cartman. He’s a dick.” 

Tweek laughed. “He really is a dick.” 

Kyle stood up and put a hand out. Tweek took it without a thought. “C’mon.” Kyle pulled him up a small flight of stairs he hadn’t been up yet. There was a huge wheel facing the water.

“This is how boats work?” Tweek asked. 

“Yup. You’re steering.” 

“What the fuck?! No!” 

“C’monn. We’ll be fine!” 

“Dude, I’ll crash and kill us!” 

“If you managed to crash this boat on nothing, I would die happily. That’s how impossible that is.” 

Tweek furrowed his brow at him in protest. Kyle playfully poked his side. “C’mon. Lighten up.” 

“Fine. How do I do it?” 

“You literally just hang onto it and make sure it doesn’t veer too hard.” Tweek hesitantly reached out, grabbing the wheel. The wood was smooth, considering how wor worn it looked. 

“Oh wow.” Tweek laughed. “I wasn’t expecting it to be that simple.” 

“That’s exactly why a belt can do it!” Tweek bit back a smile when he watched a wave of excitement wash over Kyle’s face. He seemed to have one of his little eureka moments. He stepped over and took the wheel. “You got your wand on you?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Wait, you’re not tired, are you?”

“I probably sleep less than you on a regular day.” 

He let out a laugh. “Okay. Let’s play a game.” 

The two wound up playing tic-tac-toe using stars. Tweek made little orange ones for Kyle in the spots he dictated. Tweek’s were yellow. He wound up with seven wins and eight losses. The two danced around, singing like idiots to their souls content. Tweek adored Kyle. He was probably one of Tweek’s best friends besides Bebe and Wendy. He could acknowledge that they hadn’t known each other for long and they would never be able to know each other long enough to have that exact bond. But Kyle was a friend to Tweek in the way that was so much different than the others. For them, it was like no time had passed since they last met, despite Kyle not knowing that they’d met before. They stayed together until the sun came up and Craig appeared. “What’re you still doing up?” he asked curiously. 

“Wanted to spend some time with one of my favorite people before it’s too late,” Tweek responded with a tired smile. 

Craig gave him a look he couldn’t place but Kyle started laughing. “Go to bed, I’ll be down in a bit.” 

Tweek waved a hand. “Sure, sure.” He shot Craig another smile, just happy to see him before he went to bed. “Night, Craig.” 

“Night,” he responded flatly. 

He sounded annoyed but Tweek had no energy left to stress about anything. He practically stumbled below deck and crashed into his cot, silently cursing the uncomfortable thing. Despite the fact that sleeping on it was equivalent to sleeping on the ground, he passed out nearly the moment he was horizontal. Exhaustion was finally kicking in and he could barely keep his eyes open. Everything melted away so quickly in the discomfort of his little cot that he would’ve given everything to spend a few extra nights on. 

Tweek woke up to see Kyle asleep in a cot across the room. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him asleep. Kyle seemed like he never ran out of energy. Tweek laughed quietly before pulling himself together and walking up the steps to see what was going on. Firkle and Ike were chasing each other around and Leo, Stan, and Cartman were sharing stories. Tweek sent a small wave in their direction before turning and going up the little set of stairs he went up the previous night. 

“Mornin’,” Twerk greeted, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

Craig turned around, leaning on the wheel to keep it straight. “Good morning.” 

“How far out arare we?” 

“We’re makin’ good time. Should be there by the end of the day.” 

Tweek let out a quiet hum. “What’re we doin’ there?” 

“Absolutely no idea. I heard it’s fun there though.” 

He smiled. “Thanks.” 

Craig waved a hand. “Figured it’d be a nice change of pace.” 

I wonder if it’ll be like the Elven Kingdom. 

“Elves, huh?” 

Tweek’s eyes widened. “Did I say that out loud?” 

Craig let out a small chuckle. “Yes.” Oh my god that’s so embarrassing. But then Craig made that face again. He looked so amused and Tweek felt like his legs turned into jello. Craig tilted his head a bit. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been just about everywhere. Never seen an elf though.” 

“Must’ve been a dream then,” Tweek responded nonchalantly. He took a seat against the wall, looking up at Craig. Craig followed suit, taking a seat against the wheel. He pulled his knees up, resting his head on his arm, stormy eyes trained on Tweek. Tweek stared back into the abyss, admiring just how lovely he was. That cute little beauty mark made him want to scream. He wanted to move closer. Just be near him. He felt the flames lick at his face when his thoughts started to spin out of control. 

Then Craig broke the silence with what almost sounded like a giggle. Tweek’s eyes widened. He has never heard a sound like that from Craig. He felt like he needed to take several laps around the boat and maybe throw himself in the ocean at this point. “Why are we having a staring contest right now?” he finally got out. His tone was playful. Oh my gods, please don’t do this to me. 

“Uh, sorry.” Tweek breathed out a laugh. “You’re just um…” 

“Hmm? I’m what?” TOYING WITH ME IS WHAT YOU ARE! Tweek wanted to scream. This was not funny. This was actual torture. 

“Your beauty mark is cute.” His playful demeanor vanished at the drop of a hat as he tentatively reached a hand up. “Yeah, that one. Why?” He cracked a small smirk. “Got one hidden somewhere else?” 

Tweek momentarily thought he died when a light blush made itself known. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

They both looked at each other in silence. Tweek both first as the two devolved into snickers. They stayed on the floor like that for a while, talking on and off. There were little bursts of silence that weren’t unwelcome. When the sun started to set, Kyle walked up. “We’re out in a few. Want me to take over?” 

Craig raised an eyebrow. Kyle made a face. They stared at each other for a moment. Tweek briefly wondered if humans had mind reading capabilities this cycle. “Thanks,” Craig finally muttered. Kyle nudged him in response. Craig looked back at Tweek with a small smile. “Wanna see something cool?” 

Tweek nodded and Craig started walking. Tweek followed him down the stairs and towards the door he first emerged from when Tweek arrived. Tweek’s stomach bristled. He followed Craig inside and he shut the door behind them. They were in a simple office. There was a huge wooden desk, a chair, and a bookshelf. Tweek was thrown off. “You sleep in here?”” Craig shot him a lazy smirk, walking up to the bookshelf. Tweek watched in curiosity as he pulled on a book. The shelf swiveled, revealing another room. “Woah,” he muttered. 

“Kenny designed it.” 

Tweek laughed. “Dude, what can’t he do?” 

“That’s a great question. I’ll get back to you when I have an answer.” Tweek followed him inside. There was a large bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. He flopped on his bed and patted the spot next to him. Tweek raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be weird. C’mere.” Tweek inhaled quietly, trying to get his butterflies under control before taking the spot next to him. “Look up.” 

Tweek’s eyes trailed upwards. There was a window on the ceiling. He could see the bleeding sky in all its glory. All sorts of reds, pinks, and yellows painted the sky. “Wow,” he whispered. 

“Told you it was cool.” 

“You get to sleep under the stars like this every night?” 

“Mhm.” 

Teek turned his head to see Craig already looking at him. He laughed quietly. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hi, Tweek,” he murmured. He was so close. Too close. Tweek could see all the little gray flecks in his irises. All of Tweek’s self restraint felt like it was melting away. It wasn’t fair. It was cruel. No photograph or piece of art could even encapsulate a fraction of the beauty I’m looking at right now. Fuck-

The boat shook, causing Tweek to startle. He let out a shocked laugh. “Did we just fucking crash?!”

Craig palmed the side of his head and sat up with a laugh. “No. We’re here.” Tweek looked up at him and all he wanted was to pull him back down and hide here for the rest of his night. But then Craig put out a hand for him and he surrendered, letting Craig pull him outside. 

“There y’all are!” Leo called out cheerily. “We’re here!” He was beaming with genuine excitement. 

Firkle and Ike jumped off the boat and ran off. Kyle rolled his eyes but didn’t go after them. The rest of the group walked off the boat together. Faery Island was beautiful. It was reminiscent of the Lost Forest, just more settled in. There were shops and homes carved into the huge trees. They started walking. After a few moments, Tweek realized the island seemed to be mostly women, and faeries were much more human now. “I’m putting us up for the night,” Tweek called out lazily. 

“Dude, really?!” Stan gushed. 

“I mean, how often have you got the chance to stay here?” 

After a bit of walking, they passed an inn. It looked nice. Probably too nice for us. “That one.” 

“There is no way you can afford that,” Cartman jeered. 

Tweek looked over his shoulder, shooting him a half hearted glare. Cartman put his hands up in mock surrender. Tweek walked inside and went straight up to the woman working. “Do you have eight rooms available?” 

“Oh wow. Big group. Yeah, I  I got you!” she beamed back. He paid and turned back around with a cocky smile directed at Cartman specifically. 

“Thank you,” Kyle praised quietly with a huge smile. Stan aggressively nodded along. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Cartman said with a dramatic eye roll. A laugh bubbled out. “Thank you, Tweek.” 

“Thank you Tweek!” Leo chimed. 

Tweek spun back around. “Excuse me, miss?” 

“What’s up, sweetie?” 

“What’s your favorite tavern around here?”

“Ooo! The Spiked Wing, definitely. You’re gonna go down towards the Grand Tree. It’s on the left side.” 

“Thank you!” Tweek turned back around and walked towards the group crowded behind him. He swung an arm over Leo. “C’mon!” 

Tweek wanted to make this night count. He was also maybe a little excited at the prospect of magic beer. A bit too excited. The second they stepped outside, he let go of Leo and immediately picked up his pace. He noticed the others were casually walking and he whipped around. Kyle was the closest to him, so he grabbed his hand. “Guys! Why are we moving so slow?!” Tweek complained. 

“The booze ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Cartman shot back.

“Ohmygods. You don’t get it. They might have magic beer here!” 

Stan raised a brow, thoroughly intrigued. “Magic beer?” 

“Nothing in this universe compares to magic beer,” Tweek said like this were a die matter.

“I’m sold,” Craig said flatly. Tweek turned his head to look at him and smiled. Craig shot him that stupid little smirk of his before stepping forward. He grabbed Tweek’s hand that wasn’t attached to Kyle and took off with Tweek in tow. The two were laughing like maniacs as they ran through the forest. They ran all the way to what the assumed was the Grand Tree. Tweek hunched over, trying to catch his breath through laughs. Craig was in a similar position. Tweek looked to his left, eyeing the large wooden structure built from intertwining branches and panels, almost looking like it was growing out of the forest floor. The roof was a patchwork of woven leaves and moss adorned with little vines weaved throughout. A lantern was on either side of the wood paneled door, casting a soft glow as the sun started its descent for the evening.  Music was going and people were laughing. 

“Looks like that’s it.” 

Craig smiled, eyes lighting up. “They can meet us inside.” 

They walked inside and Tweek felt so comfortable. There were a lot of people there, but it wasn’t crowded. The inside looked so much larger than the outside. A faint yellow glow was casted throughout the entire tavern. They took one of the large tables towards the back. A woman with bright red hair popped by them, smile bright and excited. “What can I get for you guys tonight?” 

“Okay, this might be a long shot, but do you have, um…” He tired to remember how Craig ordered it back in the Elven Kingdom. “Sorry. I think it’s called ጋጎህጎክቹ ፪ዪቹሠ?” Her eyes widened with shock. “Oh god. Did I say it wrong?” 

A smile crossed her face. “No. Wow, um. It’s just rarely referred to that way. Where are you from?” 

“Around.” 

She gave him a look, smile morphing into an impish smirk. “How many would you like?” 

“Six, please.” 

She toddled off and Craig nudged his side. “What language was that?” 

“Elvish. Really poor Elvish.” Craig laughed, resting his head on his hand and looking at Tweek intently. “What?” 

“You’re just nothing like what I expected you to be like,” he murmured. It barely carried over the noise. 

Before Tweek could respond, their group walked in and the girl popped back over, almost in perfect sync. “Oh well, I’m happy to see you’re not knocking back six of these between the two of you,” she said with a laugh. 

Tweek laughed. “Thank you so much.” 

“Sure, hon. Just wave me over if you need!” 

The guys all took their seats, looking down at their mugs. Tweek looked at his and couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across his face. It’s been a thousand years. He took a huge sip and immediately felt himself get lighter. “Woah, they made this shit stronger,” he breathed out. 

Cartman belted out a laugh. “Well you are a lightweight!” He took a sip, trying to prove a point. Tweek watched his eyes go completely vacant for a moment. He blinked a few times, trying to force himself back together. “What the fuck was that?!” 

“Magic beer is like an instant smack in the face accompanied by a very nice drunk,” Tweek explained. The others tried their drinks, immediately falling into the wonderful trap that was magic beer. They were all three beers in when Ike and Firkle strolled in. 

“Oh my children, there you are!” Kyle called out dramatically, causing the group to snicker. 

“We were gone for like, two hours. How drunk are you guys?!” Ike asked, genuinely bewildered. 

“Oh my god, kid. You gotta try this,” Leo responded with a laugh. 

Tweek made eye contact with the woman working, trying to get his brain to work for a second. Her name was Red. “Red!” 

“Hey babes! Another round?” The way she talked reminded him of Bebe. It made him smile. He liked her. 

“Can I get eight?” 

“Of course!” 

She was back with a tray in moments, passing each of them a mug. They all watched in silence as Firkle and Ike tried their drinks. However, the two of them are idiots that should never be left to their own devices. They linked arms, chugging down the entire mugs on the spot. Kyle tried to protest, but the harm was already done. The two stilled before Ike put a hand on the table, trying to ground himself. “These need to come with a warning label,” he said very slowly. 

Firkle started laughing, genuine giggles bubbling out. “Oh my god. What’s in that?” 

“Magic!” Stan chirped, giving him a pat on the top of his head. 

“Firkleeeee,” Ike drawled, leaning into him.

“No, Ike, please,” Firkle tried, almost desperately. Tweek raised a brow. 

“They’re dancing over there, Firkle,” he responded dramatically.lly. 

The entire table erupted into a mix of snickers and giggles. “Ike, I am not dancing,” he said firmly. 

“Fuck it, I’m dancing,” Tweek announced. He laughed as he stood up, planing himself in front of Kyle. “May I?” he asked, putting out a hand.

Kyle laughed, nodding excitedly as he let Tweek pull him out of his chair. They practically skipped over to the dancefloor and Tweek spun him around. They laughed, spinning around like idiots when Tweek felt a hand pull him away. His face lit up when he saw it was Stan. “Hey!” he greeted. 

He spun Stan around. “This magic beer is the best thing I’ve ever encountered, man,” Stan got out with a laugh. 

“Why do you think I was so excited?!” 

“That’s totally fair, honestly.” 

“Soo, Stan,” Tweek said mischievously. Stan gave him a look of entertained acknowledgment. Tweek glanced over at Kyle to see him spinning around Leo, not paying attention to them. “How are things going?” 

“With?” he responded with a giggle. 

“Kyle?” 

“Oh! Oh.” He laughed. “Are you waiting to say I told you so?!” 

“Obviously!” 

Stan shot him a bright smile. “All yours to say.” 

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re a bozo. I’m happy for you though. Really.” 

A hand wrapped around Tweek’s shoulder and he spun around to see Leo. They all danced together like idiots and before he knew it, he was back in front of Kyle. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Content,” he responded with a huge smile. “Maybe better than.” This reminded him of Clyde and Kenny’s wedding. 

Tweek bit back a snicker. “I need you to do me a favor.” 

“What’s that?”

“When it lines up, if I’m not your best man, you have to let me officiate your wedding.” 

“When it lines up, huh?” he responded with a laugh, spinning Tweek around.

“Mhm.” 

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

Craig cut in, gently taking his hand. “And how are you feeling, Craigory?”

A giggle escaped him when Craig’s nose scrunched. “Where’d you hear that?” 

“Dunno.” Craig flicked his forehead. “Hey!” 

Craig snickered to himself, causing a laugh to bubble out of Tweek. “Do you want to take a walk with me?” 

Tweek responded with a small nod and Craig whisked him out of the bar. The gentle breeze was nice. Craig didn’t let go of his hand as they started walking. They were silent for a bit and Tweek could feel that he wasn’t saying something. “What’s up?” he asked quietly. 

Craig let out a small puff of air. “I know this is probably dumb, but… you can stay. With us. Y’know. If you want to.” 

Tweek stopped walking. Craig stopped a bit in front of him, their fingers still laced together. Tweek looked at their hands, biting at the corner of his lip. “If I could stay with you guys, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

“Is it weird that I don’t want you to go?” he whispered. It was fragile. Vulnerable. 

Tweek’s heart twisted. “NNot even a little.” Tweek looked up from their hands meeting his eyes. Craig gave him a soft smile. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in. Are you going to stay out with them for a bit longer?” 

Tweek had to leave the next day. His soul hurt. Inevitable loss sunk its claws in, in the most gut wrenching, heart breaking way possible. “Nah. I’ll come with you.” 

Craig didn’t let go of his hand as they walked back towards the inn. They went up the flight of stairs and Craig guided him into his room. “Actually, I’ll be right back,” Tweek murmured. Craig raised a brow. “Like, five minutes. I promise.” 

An uneasy smile crossed his face. “Okay.” 

Tweek bolted down the stairs and up to the woman working. “Everything okay?” 

“Yes! I just need a favor.” 

“Of course! What’s up?” 

“Can I pay for seven rooms in advance?” 

“For how long?” 

Tweek put a bag of coins on the counter. She opened it, eyeing it cautiously for a moment. “I see,” she murmured. She smiled back up at him. “Works for me.” 

“Thank you!” 

He shot back up the stairs and walked back into Craig’s room. He was laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Tweek stepped over, turning off the lantern that was on the nightstand. Craig looked over and Tweek pulled his wand out of his pocket, manifesting a small star. He spawned a few more to see Craig smiling at him.  “That never gets old,” he said softly.

Tweek got in bed, laying next to him and creating a few stars above them. He made some constellations and the two talked about them for a bit. They slowly got more comfortable, once barely even touches transitioning into Craig falling asleep with his head on Tweek’s chest, the stars still above them. Tweek wanted to stay awake. He wanted just a little longer to exist in his presence before it got ripped away again. As much as he didn’t want to though, he followed soon after. 

Tweek woke up to Craig’s light snores. He laughed quietly. Craig’s arms were wrapped around him so tightly. Almost as if he thought if he didn’t have Tweek secured, he’d be gone when Craig woke up. Tweek gave him a small squeeze, causing him to stir. He grumbled for a moment before looking up at Tweek. “It’s your last day here,” he murmured. 

“Yeah,” Tweek responded quietly.

“Can we sleep a little longer?” 

“Okay.” Craig gave him a soft smile and Tweek leaned back, closing his eyes. He woke back up to a gentle hand running through his hair. “Mornin’,” whispered. 

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Tweek shook his head. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”

Craig offered him a quiet hum. “Yeah, that sounds good.” They untangled themselves from each other and got up, making their way downstairs. They headed downstairs and walked through the forest together shoulders brushing every now and then. Tweek pointed at a small shop and Craig gaave him a small nod. 

They walked inside to be immediately greeted by the smell of vanilla and cinnamon. The woman working called out for them to take a seat wherever. 

After they sat down, the girl working toddled over. “Hello! You guys are new here, right?” she asked warmly. 

“Yes,” Tweek responded with a smile. “What do you recommend for breakfast?” 

“I got you! Do you want drinks?”

“Two coffees if possible?” 

“I’ll be back!” 

She disappeared into another room and Tweek looked back at Craig. He looked off. “What’s up?” 

“Just in my own head, I guess.”

“What’s your favorite color?” 

Craig blinked slowly. “What?” 

“I’m getting you out of your head. What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.”

“There’s lots of greens.” 

He rolled his eyes. Tweek squinted at him and Craig slid his hand across the table. He pointed at the ring Tweek stole for him. “This green.” 

Tweek laughed quietly. “What’s your favorite season?” 

“Summer. What’s yours?” 

“Also summer. I think? I’ve only been here around this time of year, so I guess whatever season we’re in.” 

“Early summer then.” 

“Where I’m from, it’s on the colder side. Not too crazy about it.” 

“All year round?”

“Yup.” 

“And where is that?” 

“Huh?”

“Where you’re from…” 

“Oh, um… Far. Very far from here.” 

He rested his head on his hand. “What’s it like?” 

“Organized.  Probably too organized, if I’m being honest. It’s nice and we don’t have a lot of problems, but there’s definitely an issue with choices being made for you. But my people are awesome. For the most part. Idunno. It’s kinda a mixed bag, I guess?” 

Craig gave him a quiet hum in response, looking him over. Almost as if he was looking for something. Tweek was about to speak again when the woman came back over, placing a mug in front of him. “Hope you like it!” She placed down a tray with two round pieces of bread and a different array of fruits.

[j0kers-light]

👁️👁️ joker x yn who gets exposed for having connections with Batman

Please

Hey hi anon! 🖤✨

I HEARD YOUR CRY! Now you didn’t specify what kind of connection sooo I took liberty of making up one on the fly. I can’t in good conscience say this is canon within His Lighthouse lol. Joker would lose the last shred of his sanity if it were. Enjoy!!

Edit: If you wish to read the full oneshot bearing the same name, here's the link! It does have a trigger warning advisory.

This was not how you wanted Joker to be angry with you. You expected him to be upset about your limited edition box set not coming out until the fall or about you hogging all the cover at night.

Not about your extremely old photo-op with the one and only Batman circulating the web again

It literally was a long story and definitely a lot more tamer than what Joker was making it out to be

So what if you had an old selfie with Gotham City’s Dark Knight floating around the web?

So what if the caped crusader was rather handsy with his hand resting wayy too low on your back or that you were licking the cowl and the caption was quite suggestive?

#Leathertastesfunny but #Ihadworse Okay so maybe it was bad. 👀

Joker stumbled across the old pic when a fan reblogged it with a comment. “Wait, does this mean Y/n is smashing Batman?” Then he scrolled and saw the most recent pic that you totally forgot about taking months ago!!

Who knew Batman was so dirty? You were walking back from an outing and almost got into a nasty situation if not for Batman swooping in to save the day

He flirted with you after saving the damsel in distress again; “the leather shouldn’t taste funny anymore”, he mentioned and you laughed and called his bluff (5/10 not bad)

You offered to take another selfie to commemorate the heroic moment. You were not expecting Batman to back you in the wall and grind his hips into yours. Your thumb slipped and oops…

#Themaskstayson okay so yeah um.. the selfie got quite the buzz. Batman was all but f__king you in the alleyway or at least that’s what the photo suggested.

Your airy smile peaking over Batman’s shoulder with your legs wrapped around his slutty little waist all but confirmed it. Yeah it looked bad

And naturally Joker. Flipped. His. Ish.

“J-J… it happened way before you and I even met!”

Why did you say that? Like that small fact made things any better.

You saw Joker’s eye twitch. The date was right there on the post. It was two days before you and him met in Chinatown but STILL it was too close in Joker’s mind. You were his.

He saw nothing but red. You hooked up with THE Batman, his mortal enemy? Was it just a one (twice) time thing or prolonged occurrences?

HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?

“Did ya f__k him?” Joker growled.

You played with your fingers and looked away. Silence was worse than answering but J had to know.

“I won’T repeat myself, Y/n. Yes or no.”

Cue your stuttering.

“I uhh, well I mean yes but no? It wasn’t a p-in-v if that’s what you’re asking but I did consider it! I have a mask kink okay?! I was curious! I-I mean.. have you seen the man?” You winced when Joker growled.

Alright, not the best confession to say to your psychotic possessive lover, especially since Joker and Batman were bitter rivals.

It was like the ultimate betrayal in J’s eyes. You considered having sex with Batman. Can’t take that back. You started to slowly back away.

“If I were you, I’d run too bunny. Cuz when I catch ya… mmhhm. When I get my handsss on you. I’m gonna ruin you.” Joker was shaking with rage. “One.”

You squeaked in fear and bolted from the room. You tried turning the corner but your momentum made you crash into the wall.

“Two…” You panicked hearing the countdown continue and scrambled to your feet. You made it down the hallway right as Joker said, “Three.”

He casually stood to his feet and stalked your tracks straight into the bedroom.

You thought locking the door was gonna save you? How cute. He broke it open and came to a stop right in front of the closet door. He could smell fear on you and a tinge of arousal. Gods above, he loved you.

“Now I wonder…. where oh where could my little slut be?” He sang out knowing you were in shambles inside.

You were sending a quick prayer upward right as Joker ripped the doors off the hinges and dragged you out by your ankle. Your screams were music to his ears.

[lynsburner]

omg no i had not heard the whole thing .. nvm erase what i said that song is the OPPOSITE of andy/lovely core im so sorry 😭😭😭

it wasn’t too “um actually☝️🤓” at all tbh, i didn’t even know about any of that, so tysm for explaining it so thoroughly!

but i have to be fr, i haven’t heard a single carly rae jepsen song outside of call me maybe back in high school im so sorry 😭

and YESSS no plan has always been my fav song ever and it’s one of only three songs that make it onto every playlist i make, regardless of majority genre. i loved it so much already, and now i have your fics to connect it to as well! so many positives im thriving fr 😌

<3

Bestie... I have to unfortunately tell you it gOT WORSE. There's a bridge that has been in the live performances and not in the original tik tok and I accidentally heard it (via another tik tok, what a 2023 statement) and.. well... no one better look at me funny on the 23rd!!!!!

But yeah. It's Circle 9. It's going to wreck us all.

Anyway... back to the question at hand. Yeah, "No Plan" is truly so fucking good. It's S tier, 10/10, 5 stars, would listen again. Thank you for that original prompt. I was honestly quite hesitant to avoid connecting real things to the story (like, I do not know this man! I do not know a single thing about his personality other than him maybe getting a bit ™) but ehh I already added the nyc residency towards the end so why the fuck not? We are living our best lives here!!!!

Also, I recommend listening to Emotion (and side b!) because it is truly a pop masterpiece (I am a big pop music fan. Hozier is almost my exception tbh, but I do love most genres of music! I am just a pop girly to my core!), but if you don't like that stuff, at least give "Western Wind" a listen. To quote @icanttakethemonmyown , "She yassified Hozier's "Nobody"!" And she's right!!!! The intros are SIMILIAR!

I also heard "Call Me Maybe" in high school but then my friend showed me Emotion my senior year of college and my life basically changed. Kind of like how I only heard TMTC (and I think someone new??? I definitely heard that in a few coffee shops) but finally dived into Hozier's stuff in 2019 right after Wasteland, Baby! came out and, again, brain chemistry truly altered.

Sorry for this being... so fucking long as always. I truly do not shut the fuck up. Again, ask Anje. She has heard so many voice messages of me just going on about silly things (mostly to do with Andrew, but also other, sillier things).

If It makes you feel better, I have jumped ahead to write the final chapter of the thing I'm currently working on. I will fill in the 6 in-between later, I swear (The first three chapters are also done!) Here's a little taste:

The tentative title is "Hell is a Talking Type" but we shall see...

He's kind of a dick in this one. But that's ok! He'll be nice, eventually! But I hope this gives you a chuckle!

Have a good day/afternoon/night my friend <3

[mistressofthemanor]

Scar

One night as Lucius laid in bed with his wife, his fingers trailed across the curves of her body as he listened to the soft breaths that came from within. He felt the rise and fall of her sides with every breath and he knew that she was growing tired the longer that they laid there. However, his fingers dragged across a particular marking of one that he had never seen before. A puzzled look came across his face as he moved them back over the raised part of her skin that had scared over. “Cissy?”

“Hmm,” she breathed in response, shifting ever so slightly in his arms.

“Where did this come from?”

“Mhmm?”

“This scar right here.” Narcissa opened her eyes and raised up ever so slightly only to take a peak at what he was referring to. His fingers rested at a small line at the middle of her side, along her rib cage.

“Oh, that? Hmm…that’s been there.”

“For how long?”

“Um, maybe for a few weeks?”

“How come I’ve not noticed it before?”

“I guess you weren’t paying a good enough attention to my body.” A faint smirk flickered across her face before she settled back down with a content sigh.

“I do pay attention to your body. Perhaps if we had sex more often in the last few weeks, I would have seen it.”

Narcissa smacked her lips in distaste before replying, “Maybe if you weren’t so busy working and doing all this very important paperwork, we could have had more sex.”

“It wasn’t only I that was so busy. You’ve had this very important fundraiser that you’ve been busy planning for and organizing.”

“Yes, but I do that during the day. I’m fully ready to take you at night, and I mean all of you.”

“But that’s when I have to complete my paperwork…”

“And have your meetings,” Narcissa interrupted him as she opened one eye to glare at him before closing it again.

“And do my paperwork,” he answered back, basically ignoring what she had just said as he did not want to discuss that.

She let the silence fall for a moment before speaking, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. There is a scar, there was a cut and now it’s healing, only to be gone soon, I’m sure.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, just a little bump.”

“Narcissa,” he growled lowly. His tone surprised her and she opened both eyes to meet his own that had narrowed in frustration by her vague manner. “A little bump would maybe bruise your skin, not give you such a nasty cut.”

“Oh you’re making it out to be worse than it is.”

“Why don’t you just tell me what happened and I’ll let you know if it’s as bad as it looks.”

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Narcissa propped herself up a bit on her forearms to talk, “Well, you know the glass box that sits on the credenza in the dinning room? Well, I was making sure all of the chairs aligned with the table and were perfectly straight for the party that we had last month and, this is so stupid…” she shook her head and stopped herself, knowing just how embarrassed she was by this. “I mean, who else cares about the little details like that but me in making sure our home is in perfect order?”

“Only you, my love. Nevertheless, that is what makes you an excellent hostess,” Lucius smiled softly before nodding his head towards her to encourage her to continue on with her story.

“Anyways, I never heard Dobby enter the room. I guess I was too focused on what I was doing so when he spoke to get my attention, I became startled and…”

“And…?”

“And I backed up into the glass box. The edge of the box cut me.”

“Through your dress? My, what thin fabric these dresses are now a days,” he smirked, thinking he was rather funny.

“It was through my nightgown,” she grimaced at the truth.

“Your…Your nightgown?” Lucius had to laugh at the ridiculous fact that his wife got herself into the most impractical predicaments. “What in Merlin’s name were you doing in your nightgown?”

“Well, I had been sleeping and I…I couldn’t sleep until I made sure every chair was just right so…I walked down at three in the morning to look at them.”

“Wait, you did this at night? Where was I?”

“At one of your meetings.” She pursed her lips and gave him one of her famous sassy looks that let him know, I told you so.

“Why couldn’t that have just waited until the morning, my love?”

“Because I was already wide awake, waiting for you to come home. What else was I going to do?”

“You’re incorrigible.” He could only sigh and accept that this was who his wife was and this was the woman he chose to be with for all of eternity. He had to take her all as she was, in every crazy and incomprehensible way.

“I know, I can be at times, but my lesson has been learned. First, make sure not to get so startled but most importantly, make sure to get some sleep because everything can wait until the morning.”

“Most things can wait, yes.”

“Most?”

“Not everything can wait.” He leaned forward after cupping her chin in his hands and kissed her as he laid down next to her, drawing her naked body close to his.

“Mhmm, yes, perhaps not everything can wait,” Narcissa purred in response as she deepened the kiss of passion.

[therapardalis]

mcflymemes​:

THINGS MY FRIENDS’ MUSES HAVE SAID *  dedicated to my wonderful writing partners ♡ adjust as necessary

i can’t do this. i can’t deal with this.

i’m not going anywhere.

thanks for taking me out to dinner.

did you read that on the back of a cereal box or something?

the least you can do is make me a drink.

i’m driving. come on.

you handled that well.

you’re all i have left.

i’m not leaving your side.

i can’t imagine my life without you.

why don’t you pack your things?

i still can’t believe you did all of this.

you’ll do great. you just need to have a little more faith in yourself.

i’m sorry if that was inappropriate of me.

it’s a gift! you have to open it!

i’m afraid the chase is over.

if this is supposed to be a joke, you should know it stopped being funny at least ten minutes ago.

the fact that i’ve made it this far is a miracle in itself.

i’d like to see your eyes before i take your life.

don’t push it.

so you do care about me.

we don’t have to decide now what tomorrow looks like. let’s just stick to tonight.

i think this one is beautiful.

have you been watching the bachelor without my knowing?

you are strangely pleasant to work with.

after everything we’ve both been through, we deserve to be happy.

i was starting to think you’d never ask.

no peeking, okay?

guess you could say i’m married to my job.

i figured we could have a picnic, get to know each other a little better.

you’re my everything.

i like kissing every inch of you.

we must keep working towards it.

i feel like i’m screaming for someone to notice how miserable it all is, but no one hears me or cares.

god, that’s my worst nightmare.

are you hungry, by any chance?

don’t give me ideas.

don’t answer that. i’m just going to learn from this moment and do better next time.

i see the good only because someone needs to.

seems a bit odd that we keep meeting like this.

are you done hiding?

i’m not very good at sneaking out.

we must look like an odd pair.

i understand how you’re feeling.

you trying to get me drunk?

i was just getting ready to convince you to order in pizza or something.

could i take you up on that glass of wine now?

i’ve learned a lot about you since we started hanging out.

you literally saved my life.

i’m going in alone. end of story.

it’s not too late to back out.

promise i won’t bite… unless you want me to.

i wish you’d stay.

how on earth did you pull that off?

i can tell you’re checking me out.

i know i need to trust you. i just haven’t decided how i feel about it.

can… can i ask something of you?

as long as you’re okay…

i’ve just been too scared to admit it.

join me? absolutely not.

that could make it worse.

now… i didn’t say that.

hurt feelings are better than hurt pride.

don’t mind me, just admiring the view.

you… have far too many clothes on.

you don’t have to share me at all.

i visited once as a child. it was beautiful.

one can only hope.

i could convince them to bring you along.

are you angry?

i can’t help but wish for a normal life.

um… i think you’re fine.

is there something behind me?

hold still. this might sting.

i promise i’ll be good. you’ll barely notice i’m here.

we need to find out whether or not this was an isolated incident.

it’s kind of a matter of life or death, if you didn’t notice.

i was made for you, and you only.

it’s just part of the job.

if you’re trying to impress me, it worked.

believe it or not, i’ve patched up nastier wounds than this.

maybe this will get their attention.

you’re cute when you blush.

i’m happy to see you too.

when you feel safe… time slows down.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

[arcaneglitch]

I was VERY interested in Tommy's conversation with Foolish so I took the liberty of transcribing it, starting from Tommy telling Foolish about L'Manberg

Transcript below + a bit of analysis in the notes

Tommy: You see this? L’Manberg.

Foolish: Oh yeah, I’ve heard this before.

Tommy: This was mine and Wilbur’s na- it was Wilbur’s nation. It was Wilbur’s, which makes it all the more heart-wrenching, right. And he decided that even- and he doesn’t mean this, but even though at the time when we made this, it was to get away from Dream. Because Dream wouldn’t let us do what we wanted to. He told us that we have to live under his big iron fist. But we went “no Dream, that’s not fair.” Is it? Right? You don’t think that’s fair, do you Foolish?

Foolish. No, no. (under) So you were a couple revolutionaries- revolutionists basically.

Tommy (over): People wanna do what they want, so we made this nation, yeah? We made a nation and it was glorious and it was amazing! People challenged it, sure, but we got through it. (sigh) And then to try and con- you really don’t know the story?

Foolish: I mean-

Tommy: And then to try and consolidate our power, we held an election. Now…

Foolish: Oh man, there used to be governments here?

Tommy: Now, the problem with an election is it kinda puts all your life on the line, which can be good if you’re confident but perhaps we were a little overconfident… And because of that Foolish, well we um… we lost… to the hands of JSchlatt. Right here, actually! Right about here is where we lost.

Foolish: Oh.

Tommy: And Schlatt banished us. Now, we were ok w- I was ok when we were banished, I knew that we’d get it back. And we’d talk about it, right. As you said, peace is the option.

Foolish: Mm-hm.

Tommy: But here’s the thing, Foolish… Wilbur didn’t wanna do any more talking. He’d given up with that. Because some people aren’t strong enough. Some people stop talking. You know the phrase “treat others how you want to be treated,” Foolish?

Foolish (over): Yeah! Yeah!

Tommy (under): That’s a really important phrase and people hear it- you hear your teachers say it and you hear it when you’re young- people don’t ever listen to it. Treat others how you want to be treated. Wilbur disregarded that rule. He decided he wanted to be treated poorly so he’d treat everyone else poorly.

Foolish: Why do you think that?

Tommy: (sigh) Honestly, sometimes I don’t know myself. But this block here... (points to TNT) He used this and he blew up L’Manberg and shattered it into a million pieces. Now Wilbur, he was a good man, he is a good man, deep inside him, alright? But he-

Foolish: So you’re saying there’s still redemption for him?

Tommy: Well he’s been a good man deep inside him. But he’s been a bad guy for a very very long time. And I know that there’s still good in him, there’s still good in everyone really, Foolish. Even if they are all arseholes and wankers. But-

Foolish: You believe in second chances?

Tommy: No I don’t. I don’t really believe- I don’t- I- that’s not a thing for me, Foolish, it’s just that… (sigh) I believe everyone’s got a little bit of good in them. And I know that Wilbur had good in him, alright? (sigh) So I won’t-

Foolish: You said “had”?

Tommy: Yeah, he did ‘cause when we made this nation, although now he seems to clai- he claimed to me, Foolish, that the nation we built together… he claimed that it was all just a ruse for power. Now I think Wilbur’s just being a bad guy, alright? And that’s ok, we’re all bad guys. Everyone messes up, it’s- you learn the most from your mistakes.

Foolish: Oh yeah.

Tommy: He’s made so many mistakes. So many that have hurt so many people, but… what this is gonna be about isn’t giving him a second chance, isn’t giving him a third chance, it’s not about chances, Foolish. It’s about making sure you don’t give up on the people you care about. So I know you’re still really new to this server-

Foolish: Yeah.

Tommy: -and I know you’ve built lots of things. So if you ever care about someone, do not give up on them, Foolish. Don’t give up on people, right?

Foolish: You know what, Tommy? I think I had you-

Tommy: ‘Cause that’s how you lose.

Foolish: I think I had you wrong.

Tommy: Oh, I don’t know what that means.

Foolish: Well I just- y’know? You’re a little bit more mature than I thought you would be. I thought you were just a loud, obnoxious, you know what I mean? Do what you want, y’know, couple muggings here and there, but maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye.

Tommy: I still do that, obviously, ‘cause it’s funny and it-

Foolish, laughing: Well then- nah, I understand. Maybe there’s more to you. Maybe there’s more to you, Tommy, than I thought.

Tommy: ...Thanks, I guess. Maybe there’s more to you too.

Foolish: Oh, there’s so much… Do you consider yourself to be the good guy or the bad guy? Tommy: That really depends who you ask, doesn’t it, y’know? If you ask Dream, he’d say I’m- he’d say I’m his little- I’m his little play- his little toy that he plays with, y’know? It doesn’t… Foolish honestly I used to- I used to consider myself the good guy. Y’know the fucking second in command going round going “yeah let’s do this!” but I’m- recently… these past… (sigh) These past, like, six months or so, Foolish. Everything got so much harder than it was before. Because before it was us fighting the bad guys and it was all so clear, you know? It was all so clear.

Foolish: Yeah-

Tommy: But it’s not been clear for so long, alright? It wasn’t “these are the bad guys, these are the good guys.” Now it’s “he’s doing this, that makes him a bit worse, that makes him-” it all got so fucking complicated, so... I don’t know. It depends who you ask, but…

Foolish: I don’t know, it just all seems strange ‘cause just from, y’know, hearing from others and y’know learning a little bit, it seems like you’ve been the hero, you’ve been… the villain, the conqueror, the savior and even now I still have no idea what you exactly are.

Tommy: That’s up to you to decide, isn’t it? I’m just a… I dunno, these days, Foolish, I’m a little weaker than I used to be. I’m not who I- I’m not who I want to be, but… (sigh)

Foolish: You know, to be honest with you, Tommy? That’s the same case for me as well.

Tommy: Oh, really?

Foolish: Yeah.

Tommy: Here’s the thing, Foolish… Unlike you, I don’t really have a choice. I have to try and be who I want to be. ‘Cause if I don’t… very bad things are gonna happen on this server.

Foolish: Y’know-

Tommy: And I- now. Now Wilbur’s back, Foolish, I can’t… quite frankly, no one can risk that. So I don’t really have a choice. I’ll just keep on mining, I’ll keep on pogchamping…

Foolish OOC: You’re just gonna pog through the pain?

Tommy OOC: I tried to and then Twitch deleted the pog emote.

*They then continue speaking about the pog emote*

[widowsistersandfriends]

Hello! I love your writing! I would like to request a Wanda and reader fic where Wanda asks if they’re ticklish and reader has actually never been tickled before so Wanda pins down and tickles them and discovers that they’re extremely ticklish! Also maybe something where like the reader snorts when they laugh and Wanda keeps tickling them because she thinks being ticklish and reader snorts is funny and cute. I really relate to this because I snort when I get tickled and I’m super ticklish 😂

Hello anon! Thank you for this wonderful request!! It was so cute and fun to write! Hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 1155

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It was a relaxing afternoon, and you had just recovered from a cold. Wanda had been taking care of you, helping remind you to take your medicine as well as making sure you were eating and staying hydrated. Today you were feeling much better, and were definitely over any symptoms. However, you loved when Wanda took care of you and gave you her undivided attention, so you kept the act up a little longer.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when you decided to snuggle up with her.

“Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?” The witch asked.

“I still don’t feel 100%, but it would make me feel a lot better if we snuggled together,” you reply, trying to make yourself still sound sick. However, Wanda raised an eyebrow at you, as she suspected something was off.

Wanda agreed anyway, as she would snuggle with you even if you weren’t sick.

After a few minutes, you let out a fake cough to make your story more believable. However, this just confirmed the witch’s suspicions, as she now knew that you were just faking so she would give you more attention.

Wanda now noticed that you were about to fall asleep, but she was feeling mischievous. Her hand slowly went towards your side, as she lightly wiggled one finger against your side.

You jumped and were startled awake, turning with wide eyes towards Wanda.

“What was that for?!?” You cried.

“Y/N, are you ticklish?” Wanda asked, with a slight smirk growing on her face.

“Um, well I’ve actually never been tickled before…” you answered.

“Oh really? Well, then we’ll have to fix that then. We won’t be able to tell if you’re ticklish or not if I don’t tickle you,” Wanda said, as she now held you down with her powers.

“Woah woah, wait. What are you doing?” You asked, now feeling a bit nervous.

“Just finding out the answer to my question!” Wanda replied cheerfully, as she began to lightly knead your hips.

“Wahahanda whahahat ahahare you dohihing,” you giggle out.”

“Looks like someone’s a little bit ticklish, aren’t you?” Wanda teased, as she then began to wiggle her fingers into your stomach.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT,” you laugh out, unable to control your reactions.

“Why would I stop when you’re so cute and adorable?” Wanda asked, as you just responded with more loud laughter.

“Now that I know you’re ticklish, I need to find your most ticklish spot,” Wanda commented.

Your eyes widened with fear, as your hips and stomach were already pretty ticklish. You didn’t know if you could handle anything more.

“No you don’t Wanda! There’s no point!” You protest.

“But I actually do need to know so I can torment you every day,” Wanda said back sarcastically.

Wanda then wiggled her fingers above your armpits, as you tried to pull your arms.

“Don’t even try, Y/N. You know you’re stuck there as long as my powers are still here,” Wanda teased, before digging into your armpits.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHASE,” you scream out, not knowing that the sensations could get worse than before.

“Oooh, I found a good spot,” Wanda remarked.

You just continued to laugh hysterically, unable to produce a response.

“Hmm, where should I try next?” Wanda questioned, giving you a small break.

“You’re not done?!?” You cry out of fear.

“Oh no, Y/N. I still feel like I haven’t found your most ticklish spot yet,” the witch responded.

Her hands then latched onto your ribs, but didn’t start tickling you yet. You let out a shriek and immediately began giggling.

“Nohohoho stohohohp nohohoht thehehehre,” you giggled.

Wanda just grinned evilly, knowing that she was going to have a field day with this.

She then began to drill her fingers between your ribs, as you snorted before falling into a mix of squeals and shrieks.

“QUIHIHIT IHIHIHT YOUOUO JEHEHERK,” you scream out.

“Oh my god, Y/N, that is so cute. You snort when your ribs get tickled,” Wanda cooed.

“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHRE,” you cry out, as your laughter then went silent.

“Where did your laughter go? I want to hear that snort again,” Wanda teased as she then stopped tickling you. However, after a short period of time, she began to squeeze your upper ribs again, catching you off guard.

*snort* “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO I GIHIHIVE MEHEHEHRCY,” you scream out.

“Ah, there it is,” Wanda commented.

“You’re such a jerk,” you reply back.

“Hey, don’t even start with me. Consider this your punishment for faking sick for more attention,” Wanda said.

“You knew?!?” You asked in disbelief.

“Of course I knew, Y/N. Your acting skills are terrible,” Wanda replied with a chuckle.

“Well, even if they are terrible, I still succeeded right? I still ended up getting your attention?” You ask cheekily.

Wanda just responded by grabbing your ankle and wiggling her nails across your sole.

“Nohohoho stohohohp ihihi’m sohohory,” you giggle, desperately trying to pull your foot away.

“If you behave, then maybe I’ll give you extra attention through snuggles. If you don’t behave, your extra attention will be through tickles. Also, I now know that you’re ticklish and your most ticklish spot, so don’t even think about lying,” Wanda threatened.

Your cheeks went red, as you blushed from embarrassment. However, you couldn’t help but smile, as you knew that from now on, you were going to ask for extra attention by being a sassy and snarky brat.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. “Wanda, are you ticklish?”

The witch’s eyes widened for a split second, and you were quick enough to catch it.

“Of course not, Y/N. Witches aren’t ticklish,” Wanda replied with a fond eye roll.

“Really?” You question, before tackling her onto the couch and digging into her sides.

“NOHOHOHO, Y/N STAHAHAHAP,” the witch cried out.

“Hmm, it looks like witches are liars,” you commented thoughtfully, before kneading into her hips aggressively.

“NOHOHOHO ANYWHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHERE,” Wanda screamed, as she bucked against you.

“Ooh, looks like I broke your record for most tries on finding your ticklish spot. I only needed two guesses, and you’re already a mess,” you teased, as the witch blushed.

“IHIHIM SOHOHORY PLEHEHEASE,” Wanda cried out, as you finally let her go.

“Ha, look at you. You begged for mercy after like two seconds,” you snarked.

“Yeah, well at least I don’t snort,” Wanda retorted, as she grabbed your ribs with both of her hands, causing you to yet again snort with laughter and push her away.

“Ohohkay truhuce!” You cry out.

“Y/N, there’s no such thing as a truce. Just know you’re gonna get wrecked for what you just did to me,” Wanda warned.

“I can’t take you seriously when you were just a giggling mess a few seconds ago,” you reply back, taking off running as you knew you were definitely in big trouble now.