#but her reaction was hilarious and i actually laughed out loud

[spraypaintstainonawhitewall]

me: <spends an entire hour explaining the beauty of jerejean and why it should be canon to my non aftg friend>

my friend: oh cool, so what book series is it?

me: all for the game!

my friend: ISNT THAT A SPORTS ROMANCE? WHEN DID THE MAFIA GET INVOLVED?

[reidsworld]

Beekeeping Age

Summary: Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Based on this request.

Pairing: Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Age Gap (25 and 55), Secret Relationship, not proofread

Mars speaks... Thank you so much for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond! Also I'm pretty sure his daughter is like 19 but for the sake of this, she's like 25 lol.

Masterlist

You and Ava had met in your first year of university. She was studying communications, and you were pursuing cinema, but your friendship clicked immediately. Movie nights turned into inside jokes, and your shared love for Formula 1 only solidified the bond. By the time you were finishing your degree, her house felt like a second home.

And her dad? Well, Hugh Jackman was always around, friendly and easy to talk to. Over time, your admiration for him began to grow into something more, though you’d never admit it out loud… until one day, a TikTok joke set things in motion.

“You know what we should do?” Ava said, sitting beside you on the living room floor, phone in hand.

“What?”

“This audio!” She played a popular audio on tiktok about beekeeping age.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Seriously? You wanna do that?”

“Come on, it’ll be hilarious,” she said, nudging you playfully. “Besides, half the world already has a crush on my dad.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

With a laugh, you both set up the shot. Ava played the part of the daughter, gushing over her dad’s wholesome bee-keeping hobby, while you delivered the punchline.

When you finished recording, Ava burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that was perfect.”

You laughed along, but you couldn’t help but feel the warmth creeping up your face. The joke hit a little too close to home. Ava raised an eyebrow, catching your expression.

“Wait…” she began, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You don’t actually—”

“What? No!” you quickly protested, but she kept laughing.

“Oh, come on. Everyone’s into him! I mean, he’s Hugh Jackman. It’s fine,” she teased.

You flushed but waved it off. She had no idea how much truth there was behind that joke.

A few days later, you found yourself chatting with Hugh after one of his early morning runs. You were both sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in comfortable silence.

“Ava tells me you’re a big F1 fan too.” Hugh said, glancing over with a grin.

“Yeah, I’ve been obsessed for years,” you said, grateful for the change in subject. “I actually studied cinematography partly because I loved the way F1 races are filmed.”

Hugh’s eyes lit up with interest. “No kidding? I didn’t realize that’s what got you into it.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease. “I’ve always loved how dynamic the sport is—the speed, the angles, the tension.”

“Well,” Hugh said, leaning back in his chair, “speaking of F1, Ryan just gave me tickets to the next race with Alpine. I was thinking of taking Ava and… maybe you, if you’re interested?”

Your eyes widened in excitement. “Wait, really? You’re inviting me to watch the race from the garage?”

He chuckled at your reaction. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it.”

The race weekend was a dream come true. Standing in the Alpine garage, so close to the action, was something you’d always fantasized about. Hugh was at your side, just as enthusiastic, and you found yourself growing more comfortable around him. As the weekend progressed, your conversations flowed effortlessly—from F1 to films to life, and everything in between.

By the end of the trip, there was an undeniable connection between the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel that spark.

What started as innocent conversations turned into something more over time. Hugh would call or text you when he wasn’t busy, and the two of you found more excuses to spend time together. Coffee runs became long walks, and movie nights became opportunities to hang out alone. It wasn’t long before you realized your feelings for him were deeper than a crush.

The sneaking around was thrilling, but it also felt right. You and Hugh kept things under wraps for a while, not wanting to complicate your friendship with Ava.

One evening, you were relaxing on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when an edit of Hugh popped up on your feed. It was a compilation of his movie moments, and you couldn’t help but smile at how good he looked in each clip. As the video played, you whispered to yourself, “He really is amazing…”

You didn’t notice Hugh walk into the room until he chuckled from behind you. Startled, you looked up, realizing he’d seen the reflection in your glasses.

“Why watch videos when you have the real thing right here?” he teased with a playful smirk.

You blushed, embarrassed. “I—uh, I wasn’t—”

But he just laughed and sat down beside you. “It’s alright. Still nice to know I’ve got some fans out there.”

Eventually, you both knew you couldn’t keep the relationship a secret forever. The guilt was starting to weigh on you, and Ava had always been too important to lie to.

Sitting in the kitchen one afternoon, you glanced at Hugh nervously. “I think it’s time we tell Ava.”

He nodded, though he looked just as apprehensive. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

You sat down with Ava, your heart pounding in your chest. “Ava, I need to talk to you about something important.”

She looked up from her phone, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “What’s going on?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Hugh before speaking. “I’ve been seeing someone… and it’s your dad.”

Her eyes widened, and the room fell silent. You could see the surprise and confusion on her face as she processed what you had said. The tension in the air was thick as you braced yourself for her reaction.

“This is… really weird,” she finally said, rubbing her forehead, “but I still love you guys. I guess I just wasn’t expecting that.” She looked between the two of you, a small smile forming. “Just treat him well, alright?”

Relief washed over you as the tension melted away. You hadn’t known what to expect, but Ava’s acceptance lifted a weight off your shoulders.

“I promise,” you said with a smile.

Mars speaks... Thank you for reading, any and all feedback is always appreciated 🫶

[klausinamarink]

based on this hilarious video with Gianmarco Soresi whom I’ve been watching his comedy work for a few months now

read on ao3

“What do you do?” The standup of the hour - the guy had introduced himself as Eddie - points at Steve.

Flustered at the attention directing every eye in the club to his table, Steve tries not to stammer as he answers, “Well, uh, I make movies.”

“Oh!” Eddie genuinely looks interested. “So you’re a director?”

“Yeah, pretty much. At least I started out as an indie, but I have a big project that’s out and a couple more on the way.” One table nearby claps and Steve tries to wave them off to stop.

“So what was that big project? Was it something we would’ve seen?” Eddie repositions himself so he has one leg up on the stool. Steve stares at how lean they seem with the tight black jeans. He’s got them daddy long legs. His brain suddenly burps out and it nearly makes Steve lose his composure.

“Uh, ha, I did The Final Bat. It’s on Shudder.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly, perfectly hiding his internal cringe. The horror genre is way out of his league and Steve’s already seen The Final Bat being on a few critical lists damning the title as another cliche-filled mess. He only did it because he had finally caved to Dustin’s pleading to make at least one horror movie.

Eddie, on the other hand, seems ecstatic by this revelation. “No way! That’s sick, dude! So the next time you make a horror flick, you’re gonna watch Blumhouse and A24 coming in at each other with steel chairs for distribution rights.”

Everyone laughs, including Robin. She smacks on Steve’s bicep with a wide grin. He smacks her back before he turns back to Eddie and clarifies, “I don’t like horror! I’m not doing it again!”

Aghast, Eddie throws an invisible hat to the ground and stamps on his feet. “Come on! Then what’s the point of watching the studios bite each other’s dicks off when you’re slipping out to watch - I don’t know - the Barbie movie! Now they’re just fighting for the next shitty horror movie to exist!”

Steve covers his mouth but fails to hold back in the laughter. Eddie’s infectious energy is starting to get to him. It makes his chest clench with something other than the usual pains.

Eddie patiently waits for the patrons to quiet down before continuing, still attentive to Steve, “I’m just wondering actually if you ever done theater class.”

“Sure did! Two years in high school,” Steve confirms.

“Let me guess, they did Hamlet?” Eddie raises an eyebrow like it’s meant to be accusatory.

“Yep, soon after I joined.” Steve nods, the memory of that production flashing before his eyes. It had its ups and downs but it was one of the most fun things Steve had ever experienced.

“No wonder they started as soon as your handsome ass walked in the club.” Eddie says low and flirtatiously into the microphone, staring directly into Steve’s eyes. It echoes across the room and back, bringing the howling laughter with it.

Heat crawls behind his face. Steve keeps his hands on the table, forcing down the urge to hide behind them. “I-” He stops to cough, “I wasn’t supposed to play Hamlet.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, “What do you mean?!”

Robin answers loud enough for everyone to hear, “He was the grave robber, but the other guy who did Hamlet got into a coma a week before the show and Steve knew all the lines.”

“W-Woah, woah, woah!” Eddie holds his hands out, looking scandalous. He throws looks around the club. “Everyone, shut the fuck up right now! This is more important than caring about the rest of you!” Eddie drags the stool over and perches on it like a very much invested gargoyle, almost oblivious to the audience’s reaction.

“Okay, let me go through this.” He points at Steve, still holding eye contact as if Steve’s soul would provide the answer. “You weren’t Hamlet. You were meant to be the guy who gives him the skull to monologue. The OG Hamlet got into a coma for some reason-“

“Car accident.” Robin interjects.

“Yeah, no need to elaborate, ma’am. You, Steve-” Eddie breaks off for a second, holding back a laugh of his own. “You somehow knew all the Hamlet lines because you were waiting to skin OG Hamlet’s head and make his skull yours to do the monologue.”

There’s a scandalous outcry from all tables. Even when they mostly calm down, Steve uses the growing anticipation to ‘think’ about what Eddie just said before he casually shrugs and says, “Sounds about right.”

Eddie drops his face into his arm, letting everyone laugh at him. Steve lets himself break, his laughter bubbling out of him in a way that doesn’t sound so self-deprecating or hollow. If he was in a cynical mood, he would’ve thought it was pathetic that the only person who made him laugh so lightly again was some random standup.

After a moment, Eddie finally looks up, his face broken in disbelieving grin. He chuckles into the mic and looks back at Steve, “Sorry, it’s just I hear some wild stories in the crowd some nights and I think yours takes the cake.”

Steve smiles, “Thanks, man.”

Eddie stands up back, half-leaning onto the stool. “Do you still remember those lines? To be or not to be?”

The whole damn thing. “Uh… some of it?”

Eddie’s grin shifts into something more mischievous. “Let’s see who knows more.”

A collective oooh goes around the room, including Robin. She already has her phone out for recording. Steve rolls his eyes at her and takes a quick sip of his water. He clears his throat and starts, “‘To be or not to be, that is the question.’”

“‘Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune..’” Eddie says without missing a beat.

Oh, he thinks he knows it all. The sense of competition that Steve thought had died out with his future of a sports career reignites in his chest. He sits up even straighter. “‘Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.’”

“‘To die-to sleep, no more.’” Eddie slowly walks over to the edge of the stage, “‘And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.’”

“'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.’” Steve almost shivers as he recites the line, uncertain if it’s from the club’s cooling temperatures or the intense gaze from Eddie’s eyes. “‘To die, to sleep.’”

“‘To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub,’” Eddie suggestively rubs a hand on his chest as he squats down. Steve’s eyes flicker to the hand, almost hypnotized by the motion. Nay, he shakes himself out of it. No distractions!

“‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.’” It’s getting harder to remember the following lines. That hasn’t happened before. Steve has never forgotten the damn soliloquy in years, even when other people try to challenge him.

Eddie continues, “‘Must give us pause—there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely.’”

“‘The pangs-’” Steve feels his breath catching in his throat when he realizes, for the first time, what beautiful eyes Eddie has.

Oh. 

Eddie suddenly perks up in excitement. For a second, Steve thinks that Eddie has come to the exact same thoughts for him. But then he remembers that he hasn’t completed his line, so Steve feigns defeat.

“I win!” Eddie stands up with a triumphant cry. He spreads his arms out to embrace the cheering whoops and applause. “And I���ve only got to play Hamlet in-” He spins around and crouches down so he can look Steve in the eye again as Eddie’s voice booms into the mic, “-FOURTH GRADE, MOTHERFUCKER!” 

Steve’s not even mad. He just throws his head back, laughing and clapping along. 

Almost too soon, Eddie moves on to heckle on another table. But he keeps glancing over at Steve, his smile widening every time. And Steve smiles back, feeling a laugh slip out of his slips at every joke. He watches Eddie more closely, feeling his heart pound faster in his chest the more Eddie stays onstage. 

By the time Eddie has to depart and thank everyone for being here, Robin announces her need to go home and snuggle with her girlfriend. 

“Man, that was the most I’ve ever laughed in this place.” Steve stretches his back, groaning at the little pops. God, being in his early thirties can be a bitch sometimes.

Robin only hums, moving her eyebrows up and down suggestively. Steve pointedly makes no further comment as he pays the tab.

Outside, the crisp night air welcomes him. Steve takes in a whiff, staring up at the light-polluted sky as he bids Robin a goodbye. Then he hears his name being called. He turns around and sees Eddie hurrying out the doors.

Steve feels a smile already on his face, “Hey, Hamlet.” 

Eddie grins at him, teeth and all, “Hey, yourself.” 

They stare at each other but it lacks the competitive intensity earlier. Steve likes this. But he already has a feeling that this won’t be the first time either one of them would challenge the other.

“Sooo…” Steve says when the silence stretches a little too long. He gestures between himself and Eddie, “Wanna restart our introductions?”

Eddie’s eyes brighten, “Yeah! Right, sorry.” He clears his throat and thrusts a hand out. “My name is Eddie Munson. Self-proclaimed comedian and musician. You may recognize me as the guy who beat you in Hamlet’s famous speech.”

Steve takes his hand. Eddie feels bony and thin, but large enough to fit perfectly into Steve’s palm. He tries not to sound so eager as he says, “Steve Harrington. Film director who doesn’t like horror. Believe it or not, I actually know the whole stupid thing.”

Eddie tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, “Really? Like, no offense, but even if you remember that much-”

“‘And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.’” Steve winks with the Harrington Charm, smile and all. 

Eddie stares at him for so long that Steve feels his heart racing for a different reason. And then, Eddie turns around and muffles a loud scream into his free hand. When the man turns back to face him, he’s sporting the widest smile Steve has never seen.

“You knew the whole thing!?” Eddie’s eyes sparkle with utter adoration.

“Yep.” Steve pops the ‘p’, grinning like a little shit.

“But why did you forget that line?”

“Let’s just say,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand, intertwining their fingers together, “I got distracted by the pangs of love.”

Eddie bites on his lower lip as he swoons his body over so they are pressing against each other. With half-lidded eyes, Eddie whispers, “You know that part is Hamlet referring to missing his dead dad, right?”

Of course Steve couldn’t help but kiss him.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

We don't talk enough about Ron's mean streak

Like, I saw a lot of people talk about how funny Ron is (which is true, he's genuinely one of the funnier characters in the series), how loyal he is when it counts, he's brave as hell, and he is really smart, just not book smart. But what I don't see talked about enough (maybe it's just me though), is Ron Weasley's mean streak.

I talked about how Harry most definitely has what it takes to be a Slytherin, can be scary, and is willing to kill when push comes to shove. I also mentioned Hermione's ruthlessness, but I didn't discuss Ron's mean streak which is a joy when I see it crop up in the book. When it comes up, it always reminds me of the twins, and I feel like that's where Ron got it from.

So I'm just going to bring up a few quotes I had in my notes showing Ron's mean streak, I'm sure I missed some from the earlier books, but I find it a fun aspect of his character.

Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor. Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. “Do you think he’s all right?” she squealed through her fingers. “Who cares?” said Harry and Ron together.

(CoS, 178)

This type of reaction is seen with Ron pretty often. He really doesn't care when someone he dislikes is hurt or injured and he is very vocal about it. He and Harry kinda share this trait, as seen above.

Later in the other quotes I bring up, I show that Hermione is the one usually playing morality police for Ron and Harry even if she herself isn't as innocent as she likes to act.

He raised Ron’s Spellotaped wand high over his head and yelled, “Obliviate!” The wand exploded with the force of a small bomb. Harry flung his arms over his head and ran, slipping over the coils of snake skin, out of the way of great chunks of tunnel ceiling that were thundering to the floor. Next moment, he was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock. “Ron!” he shouted. “Are you okay? Ron!” “I’m here!” came Ron’s muffled voice from behind the rockfall. “I’m okay — this git’s not, though — he got blasted by the wand —” There was a dull thud and a loud “ow!” It sounded as though Ron had just kicked Lockhart in the shins.

(CoS, 280)

I love this, Lockhart explodes the cave, obliviates himself, and Ron's reaction is to kick him in the shins. I don't know, I just find it hilarious.

“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly to Harry and Hermione as they sat down at the Gryffindor table a few minutes later, surrounded by excited talk on all sides about what had just happened. “Why not?” said Hermione in surprise. “Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . .” Harry and Hermione both laughed, and Hermione began doling beef casserole onto each of their plates. “He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” she said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —” “Hermione!” said Ron furiously, his eyes snapping open again, “you’re ruining the best moment of my life!”

(GoF, 207)

Here you see Hermione the morality police crop up, but I'm talking about Ron here.

Hermione is definitely right in that Draco could've been seriously hurt, but Ron is just glad he saw Malfoy suffering. Actually, in the scene before it, Ron was the one who wanted to curse Malfoy and was held back by Harry and Hermione (as well as in the eat slugs situation in CoS), like, with as much as Harry calls Draco his nemesis, it really feels like Ron is the one that hates Draco and thinks of him as his nemesis.

“She’s an awful woman [Umbridge],” said Hermione in a small voice. “Awful. You know, I was just saying to Ron when you came in . . . we’ve got to do something about her.” “I suggested poison,” said Ron grimly.

(OotP, 324)

I love you, Ron.

This is one of my favorite quotes for him. Hermione shuts down the poison idea, but I think they should've given it a shot, I think it could've been fun.

It would've been cathartic for them at least.

“You take Remedial Potions?” asked Zacharias Smith superciliously, having cornered Harry in the entrance hall after lunch. “Good Lord, you must be terrible, Snape doesn’t usually give extra lessons, does he?” As Smith strode away in an annoyingly buoyant fashion, Ron glared after him. “Shall I jinx him? I can still get him from here,” he said, raising his wand and taking aim between Smith’s shoulder blades. “Forget it,” said Harry dismally. “It’s what everyone’s going to think, isn’t it? That I’m really stup —”

(OotP, 528)

I love how Ron always has Harry's back and is ready to fight anyone (including Sirius who he thought was a mass murderer when he was 13 with a broken leg) for Harry's sake. It's a real vibe the Golden Trio has that they're just ready to drop everything and curse out anyone for each other's sake. They are just so protective of each other and I love this for them, how they are all just each other's people, yk.

It's also another example of how Ron is the one of the trio that offers violence as the answer the most often.

“Reparo!” said Hermione quickly, mending Ron’s cup with a wave of her wand. “That’s all very well, but what if Montague’s permanently injured?” “Who cares?” said Ron irritably, while his teacup stood drunkenly again, trembling violently at the knees. “Montague shouldn’t have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he? If you want to worry about anyone, Hermione, worry about me!”

(OotP, 679)

Again Ron doesn't care for the injury of people who he considers deserving.

“Madam Pomfrey says she’s just in shock,” whispered Hermione. “Sulking, more like,” said Ginny. “Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this,” said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around.

(OotP, 849)

Like, regardless of whether Umbridge was SAed or not (for the record, I don't think she was) it's not a nice thing to do. Umbridge is awful, but this is Ron literally spreading salt on the wound. but like I mentioned above, she's in the "deserving it" category.

“will you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see you? She’s driving me mad as well.” “Oh,” said Ron, looking sheepish. “Yeah. All right.” “If you don’t want to go out with her anymore, just tell her,” said Harry.

(HBP, 411)

That is honestly so mean. Like, I'm not Lavender's biggest fan, I find her annoying, but she's a teenage girl in her maybe first relationship and she did nothing really wrong. I feel truly sorry for her for how Ron treated her, it wasn't really her fault. It's just mean that he pretends to sleep instead of talking to her.

“Same as he wanted at Christmas,” shrugged Harry. “Wanted me to give him inside information on Dumbledore and be the Ministry’s new poster boy.” Ron seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, then he said loudly to Hermione, “Look, let me go back and hit Percy!” “No,” she said firmly, grabbing his arm. “It’ll make me feel better!”

(HBP, 650)

Like, this is peak sibling behavior, but as I mentioned earlier, Ron tends to want to resort to violence more often than Harry and Hermione do (especially in the earlier books, as Harry does grow angrier after Sirius' death). He is usually the one to bring violence up, and I find it an interesting aspect of his character.

And Ron is correct in the fact hitting Percy would make him feel better. Not saying if it's the right thing to do, but Ron really would experience it as satisfying because Percy would deserve it in his mind.

“What are we going to do with them?” Ron whispered to Harry through the dark; then, even more quietly, “Kill them? They’d kill us. They had a good go just now.” Hermione shuddered and took a step backward. Harry shook his head.

(DH, 167)

As I mentioned in one of the Harry posts, Harry is calling the shots, but Ron is the one who offered to kill the Death Eaters. He put that idea on the table. He was relieved when Harry said they shouldn't kill them, but if Harry said it'd be better if they killed them — Ron would've backed him up and done it, while Hermione might've preferred to pretend it wasn't happening.

“That treacherous old bleeder.” Ron panted, emerging from beneath the Invisibility Cloak and throwing it to Harry. “Hermione you’re a genius, a total genius. I can’t believe we got out of that.” “Cave Inimicum. . . Didn’t I say it was an Erumpent horn, didn’t I tell him? And now his house has been blown apart!” “Serves him right,” said Ron, examining his torn jeans and the cuts to his legs, “What’d you reckon they’ll do to him?” “Oh I hope they don’t kill him!” groaned Hermione, “That’s why I wanted the Death Eaters to get a glimpse of Harry before we left, so they knew Xenophilius hadn’t been lying!”

(DH, 424)

Again, Ron not caring/enjoying when people who deserve it suffer. Xenophilius wanted to help them, he tried to persuade them not to come into his home at first so he wouldn't give them in, he tried so hard even though the Death Eaters had his daughter! Harry rightly feels bad for Xenophilius and Luna, it's easy to understand why he did what he did.

Hermione and Harry hope he is fine, but Ron is the one who thinks he has it coming. That he deserves to have his house blown up for betraying them, regardless of his reasoning.

I think Ron is the most black-and-white in his thoughts about people among the trio. There are those who deserve anything that comes to them and those who don't. Specific circumstances and context don't really play a part in what bad people deserve coming to them.

I don't know, I just find this interesting.

Harry has the compassion to understand people, even ones who harmed him or the people he cares about, he is capable of forgiving Voldemort and never really hated Draco.

Hermione is pretty black-and-white in her view of people, having the people she trusts and those she doesn't. She trusts Snape because he's an authority figure trusted by Dumbledore (and Hermione is the one who is truly Dumbledore's woman true and true in the books). Her view on people has less to do with their actions, but who they are endorsed by. She is compassionate to Xenophilius because he's Luna's dad, and Luna is good, therefore, she wouldn't love someone who is bad.

Ron is black-and-white in how he sees people in a very different way than Hermione. He looks at actions, and if you do anything to try and harm him or people he cares about, you get on the shit list. Getting out of Ron's shit list is probably not easy, he doesn't strike me as one who forgives easily and readily the way Harry does, but he does forgive. Like actions can get you on his shit list, actions can get you out. But once a person is on the shit list, they deserve any harm that comes their way.

But Ron is really loyal, and there are people he loves who are basically immune from going on the shit list (like his family, yes, even Percy. While he wants to hit him, I don't believe Ron ever really wished death on Percy). And there is just something interesting about Ron, with his mean streak and everything, being the glue that holds the trio together. Like, in Deathly Hallows once he leaves, Harry and Hermione barely talk to each other, they are barely friends without Ron there.

I don't know, I just love Ron. I love how he is loyal, and friendship glue, but has just as much of a mean streak to him as Harry and Hermione can pull. I just feel like he's sometimes left out of the discussion of how ruthless Harry and Hermione could be. Like, it's true, both of them can be ruthless, but don't leave Ron out. He can be ruthless and actually offers violence as a solution more often than Harry or Hermione do.

[squinch-depraved]

pls pls pls pls pls schlatt with single mum reader

so. i'm in love with this idea and if this does well enough i might turn it into a series but for now here's how you meet plsss let me know if you guys want more of this omg

he met you doing interviews for a video on the street

normally this was the worst part of the job, only redeemed by the fact that he got to see women like you walk by every now and then

he didn't plan on stopping you, you had a kid with you so of course he understood that you didn't want to be bothered, let alone filmed

but you literally waltzed up to the microphone and just started bantering with him??

schlatt was so caught off guard he could barely keep up with your witty remarks as you debated the best toppings for a hot dog

no matter what he said, you retorted something better

until you turned to your daughter and asked her what she thought

and he lowered the mic down to her only for her to whisper,

"chechup."

schlatt broke out into a grin and turned to the camera, repeating the word and wrapping up the shot

he was so glad you stuck around until he could talk to you again, hoping you found him at least half as attractive as he found you

but you just wanted to know where you could find the footage once it was done

"lemme do you one better, i'll send you the unedited stuff of you, too! can i get your email?"

you rolled your eyes, smiling slightly and taking his phone from him to type your contact information

his eyes light up when he scans the screen once you hand it back; you left him your number as well!

"just blur daphne's face and shoot me a text before the video goes up. nice to meet you...?"

"uh. schlatt! it's schlatt," he replied, sliding his phone into his pocket and reaching to return your handshake

"y/n. thanks for letting us talk to you, daphy wanted to be on camera really bad. she wants to be a movie star one day, right daph?"

"yeah..." the girl whispered again, a bit louder than before

"but also a singer and a dancer." she spoke at a normal volume this time

"wow, that's ambitious. what kind of movies are you gonna make?"

you opened your mouth to answer swiftly and then leave, but daphne started babbling

"mama always tells me i should make funny movies because i'm funnier than i could ever know, but i really wanna make scary movies, because, guess what? i can scream really loud, listen-"

you clamped a hand over her mouth just in time, and schlatt laughed

"i am- i'm so sorry, she literally never talks to people, we're working on it, daphne you cannot just scream like that!!"

he was still laughing

why was he not disturbed?

"sorry, no, you guys are fine! she's hilarious, man, your mom's right."

you relaxed a bit, not used to this kind of reaction, and eased into a conversation with him

he ended up taking you two to get hot dogs and tried daphne's order

even pretended to like it for her

once it was time for you two to get going, he got you into a cab and waved bye to you both through the window

walked back to his friends unable to stop thinking about you

little did he know you were thinking about him for the rest of the day and all night

you would never trust someone like him around daphy, but he actually got her to talk??

you can barely get her to talk sometimes

and he was really cute...

he didn't seem overly interested in her, it looked more like he was there for you but didn't mind that you and your daughter came as a package deal

so maybe you should text him. at the very least, sleep on it

it had been a while since you had let yourself try to be happy in this way, and you already knew he got along great with daphne

you fell asleep thinking about what you would wear next time you saw him

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Making A Kite!

The episode begins with Amanda and Wooly standing in the backyard. Amanda is wearing a ski mask… again. 

“Hi friends! I’m Amanda!” 

“And I’m Wooly…” Wooly is looking over at Amanda in confusion. 

“And today we’re robbing a bank!” 

“HUH?!” Wooly shouts, “What are you talking about?” 

“Yeah Wooly we’re robbing a bank!” 

“No we’re not!” Wooly snaps. Amanda seems to find this incredibly amusing. 

“You’re right!” Amanda laughs, taking off the ski mask and pulling out a lighter, “We’re committing arson instead!” 

“NO NO NO NO NO!” 

“I’m just kidding Wooly.” 

“Yeah, you’re just kidding. We’re going to break into the white house instead.” Wooly scoffs. 

“That would be fun… but we’re making a kite!” 

“Oh thank god…” Wooly sighs in relief. “Why’d you do that to me?” 

“I just wanted to see your reaction. And it was hilarious.” 

“Gotta admit that was pretty funny.” Riley adds. 

“Be serious you two!” Wooly scolds. 

“Pssh, back to being a fun killer I see.” Amanda scoffs. “Wha-What?! This is not the time for jokes!” 

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood in here a little geez.” Amanda rolls her eyes, “Every time I try to have fun in this place things always get depressing.” 

“Well… okay then… what are we doing today-” the tape glitches with some loud static. Wooly and Amanda cover their ears. “whoa…  um… that’s new… heh heh…” Amanda looks pissed but takes a deep breath. 

“Today we’re making a kite!” Amanda announces. She stares at all the pieces laid out in front of her for a couple awkward seconds. “I don’t know how to make a kite!” she shouts cheerfully. Suddenly a strong gust of wind comes and blows all their pieces away. 

“There goes our kite.” Wooly sighs exhaustingly. 

“Oh well!” Amanda shrugs, “Let’s go to the store-ore-ore-ore-ore-ore-ooooooorrrrreee-” the tape starts skipping for a couple seconds. Sophie and Riley look at each other with concern. The tape glitches to the store. 

“So what do we need to make a kite?” Wooly asks. 

“Nah, we're not making a kite.” Amanda says nonchalantly. 

“Um Amanda… you said today we’re making a kite.” 

“Yeah and now I’m thinking of going back to the arson plan.” 

“Amanda…” Wooly groans. 

“What? Hameln clearly approves of it.” She says. Wooly looks so done. “No but I actually don’t know how to make a kite. Do you?” 

“No…” 

“So we’re just gonna buy one and fly it. See? The easy way isn’t half bad!” 

“But making the kite ourselves could be better!” 

“Or the kite could fall apart and then no one could save it. It’ll just be in a painful unfixable mess forever and ever. Sometimes it’s better to just give up.” 

“That sounds so sad…” 

“I just wanna fly a kite, Wooly is that so wrong?” Amanda complains, “Can you tell me where the kites are?” Amanda asks. There is a sign for craft supplies, a sign for a kite, and in the center a sign of a door. Riley first clicks on the craft supplies. “I told you I don’t want to do that anymore.” Amanda groans. Riley sighs and clicks on the kite. “Ya-” the tape glitches to the kite section. “Ooooh so many choices! I don’t know which color to pick!” Riley clicks on the red kite. Amanda smiles wide and picks it up. The tape glitches to the park.

“So how do we fly a kite?” Wooly asks. Amanda looks at him in shock. “What, you don’t know how to do that either?” 

“No I’m just surprised you don’t… well okay then. To fly a kite you gotta… hmm… I think you kinda just throw it and run and hope the wind catches it.” Amanda demonstrates. “Oh hey that worked!” Wooly looks at the kite handle excitedly, bouncing up and down a little. Amanda smiles and hands it to him, he snatches it excitedly and eagerly watches the kite sway and dance in the wind. 

“You know… that kite is kind of like us…” Amanda says softly, “It looks like it can fly anywhere… but it’s still tethered to a string…” Wooly looks at Amanda, at the kite, and then at the handle and lets it go. “Wha- Wooly?!” The kite floats up into the sky. “What did you do that for?!” 

“It didn’t need me anymore. Now it’s free.” Wooly answers. They see the kite fluttering to the ground. “It’s funny… I feel like… the old me would have never let that kite go…” Amanda looks at the ground sadly. 

“We could’ve been out of here by now… if she’d just let that kite go… but she didn’t want to watch it fly away…” Amanda sighed, kneeling to the ground and drawing a little owl in the dirt.

“Mmm…” 

“Wanna get the kite back?” 

“I don’t know… I feel really tired. I think I just wanna rest for the day…” Wooly says before yawning. 

“Didn’t sleep again?” Amanda questions. Wooly looks away, but his embarrassment kinda speaks for itself. “Co’mere.” Amanda says, patting the ground next to her. Wooly flops down and they lean on each other. “Going on adventures all the time is exhausting huh?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Maybe one day we’ll finally get to rest…” Amanda mumbles. Wooly nods off. “Oh… hm guess he really was tired.” Amanda glances at us, “To be honest I don’t think either of us have been sleeping well lately… you’ve been kind of quiet today… it’s a bit lonely." The silence remains and Amanda looks a bit sad and confused. “You know… it’s okay… to let us go…” the tape fades out and falls from the machine. Sophie stops recording on Riley’s phone. Riley gives her a weak smile. 

“Come on Soph. You know what they were telling us.”

“I know… I know…” Sophie whimpers. 

“Let’s see if it works…” Sophie hands Riley their phone and they hit play. The episode begins with Amanda and Wooly standing in the backyard, looking… confused. 

“Hi friends… I’m Amanda?” 

“And I’m- okay is it just me or did we literally just do this?” Wooly questions. 

“Hey guys!” Sophie beams, “you’re pocket sized now!” 

“Huh?” Amanda tilts her head in confusion. 

“Apparently you can exist through any recording of Amanda the Adventurer. So I tried recording an episode onto my phone.” Riley explains. 

“Excuse you? I held the camera the whole time while you interacted with them!” Sophie pouts.

“Thank you Sophie.” Riley sighs with a loving smile, “Anyway, the point is we can take you on the go. Which means after I go visit my family for a bit, there will be no more of Sophie and I randomly leaving you.” 

“Well, except for life stuff. I mean we still have a life to live.” Sophie adds. 

“Which is allowed.” Amanda nods in agreement but Wooly looks uneasy. Then he gasps excitedly.

“Wait a second this is great! You guys could break into Hameln with us! I mean we vaguely remember the building right? We could show you the way-” this was the most excited they have seen Wooly all day. 

“Hate to burst your bubble Wooly-” 

“Then please don’t.” Wooly grumbles. Amanda’s eyes flick back and forth between the phone screen and Wooly. He lets out an extremely long exasperated sigh, “Fine, go on.” 

“First flaw, even if we remember SOME parts of the building, what the heck are we going to do with that? We have no plan! Second flaw, we haven’t been there in about twenty years! Right? There’s no way that building is exactly the same as it was twenty years ago, IF they are even in the same building. Third, we don’t know how to get there.” 

“Wow… you popped that bubble right in my face…”

“I don’t know what to tell you Wooly, other than the truth.” Amanda shrugs. 

“Okay but, this WORKS!” Riley announces triumphantly, “Finally! Finally!” Amanda notices tears in their eyes, “SOMETHING IS GOING RIGHT FOR ONCE!” Amanda smiles. Riley collapses on their knees in relief. “Oh if one more thing went wrong I don’t know what I’d do…” 

“Quit blubbering Riley… we still got work to do.” Amanda teases gently. 

“I’m not blubbering! I’m just… so relieved that we might be able to do SOMETHING for you guys.” 

“Wait, you're going to see your family for a bit?” Wooly questions. Everyone stops and looks at him. “Sorry, my brain is just catching up.” 

“Yeah. Apparently Kate left some Amanda tapes with my Grandma. Plus, you know, you gotta visit your family every now and again right?” 

“Yep. Enjoy your time… don’t worry about us.” Amanda smiles warmly. “You never know… when you’ll have to say goodbye.” 

“Mmm. And I’ll be sure to introduce you at some point.” Riley mentions. 

“Huh?” 

“I thought it’d only be fair. I mean, her daughter… died trying to save you…” 

“Right…” Amanda says sadly. 

“Oooor we could record more Amanda episodes on my phone while they’re gone to have as a backup! Hmm… should we re-play and record all the tapes we’ve done or just record the tapes that we haven’t watched yet?” Sophie suggests. 

“I wanna have as many adventures as possible together!” Amanda beams. Wooly looks at her with surprise. 

“Amanda… shouldn’t we be focusing on… other things?” “You guys could also hang out while I record and work on other things. That’s productive right?” Sophie asks. 

“I guess…” Wooly mumbles. “I just feel like we’re running out of time…”

“We could do all of those things, you know. It’s not like Wooly and I can’t be in multiple places at once!” Amanda points out. 

“HUH?” Sophie gasps. 

“Yeah, I mean we were interacting with like- hundreds of kids individually all at the same time. We can handle two.” 

“Hmm…” Riley muses, “I wonder what would happen if we uploaded you to Youtube…” 

“RILEY NO!” Sophie shouts.

“What’s a Youtube?” Wooly says, tilting his head in confusion. 

“It’s a website where you can upload videos to the entire world.” Sophie explains. 

“Web…site?”

“Yeah Wooly like on a computer?” Amanda elaborates.

“Okay yeah, I don’t know anything about computer stuff. My mom never let us use ours. If I let my sister anywhere near that computer my mom would totally freak out.” 

“I see… there were a TON of computers at the library… I would use them all the time to-” 

“No thanks, I don’t think I wanna know what you used them to do.”

“Play computer games Wooly… I used to play computer games.” 

“There were games? I missed out on GAMES?!” Wooly sounds incredibly appalled and annoyed.  

“Considering when you got trapped you both missed out on some pretty good ones too…” Sophie adds. 

“Oh shut up!” Amanda shouts stomping her foot, “I don’t even want to know!” 

“Wait guys, back on topic. Why can’t we upload Amanda to the internet? If we did then Amanda could tell everyone the truth and Hameln could never take it down… I mean on the hopeful note that it goes viral and gets shared and reposted a ton.” 

“That’s exactly why we shouldn’t. People went missing when they watched Amanda, they’d get their souls trapped in the show remember? If we unleash that on the world-” 

“Okay Sophie I get it.” 

“That should only be used as a last resort then…” Wooly decides. 

“Wooly?!” Everyone gasps. 

“What? If people did get hurt it would remind the public how dangerous Hameln’s shows can be and then they definitely wouldn’t want another one…” 

“True but…” Amanda says, looking unsure. 

“Look, that’s why I said last resort. As in the absolutely last possible option to stop them.” Wooly explains. 

“But using social media… might not be a bad idea…” Riley considers. “I think… we might have a chance… or at least a plan…” 

“Well I don’t really get what’s going on but… I trust you Riley… I know you’ll do what’s right.” Amanda says. The video stops, even though there is more runtime available. 

“Okay Sophie… Here's what we’re going to do. You’re going to record some tapes on your phone… and maybe copy them to a harddrive. Make that a couple harddrives just in case something happens to one. While the tapes are being recorded, gather all the evidence we have against Hameln.” 

“What are we going to do?” 

“We’re going to leak it. All of it.” 

“Riley, are you insane? Tha-that’s so crazy that’s like… it’s… perfect. Oh my gosh it’s perfect- but… if we do that… then… what if Hameln does something to Amanda and Wooly?” 

“We’ll have to ensure their safety first then leak anything.” “So we’re taking their show and then leaking a bunch of dirt about them? I mean… it’s a good plan but like… that would probably piss them off right?” 

“They won’t be happy about it, that's for sure.” 

Author's Note: So much to unpack in this episode huh? Amanda is trying really hard to lighten the mood here, feels like I’ve been having her do that for awhile now. She’s just sick of the misery. Anyway… are you all ready for the finale of Part 3? :) I tried to be less angsty with this part. Hopefully this was the fluffiest part of the series!

[yawnjzznn]

“are you hurt?”

txt’s reaction when you fall down

• pairing: txt x reader humour

• warnings: injury, swearing, mentions of blood

• i’m open to requests!!

soobin 🐰:

• very dramatic— like, really dramatic.

• you accidentally fell on the way to your usual meet up spot where he’d wait for you so you guys could walk to school together.

• when he sees you walking up to him while dragging your other feet, his golly smile probably fades into a frown layered with a worried expression.

• rushes over to you and grabs your hand— checking your face for some reason even though you’re limping over to him..

• “are you okay? are you hurt? what happened?” his words can’t keep up with the thoughts in his mind as he squats down to check your injured leg.

• even though you try and insist that you’re fine, he’ll probably drag you (carefully) over to a nearby bench and sit you down, pointing a finger at you and telling you to wait with a stern voice even though you can clearly see the worry in his face.

• he takes about 5 minutes to come back with a plastic bag in his hands, jogging back over to you urgently.

• “what happened?” he asks while getting on one knee, inspecting your red ankle, a little scrapped and bloody.

• you sheepishly giggle, embarrassed, “i fell cause i forgot to tie my shoelace..”

• literally pauses and deadpans, lifting his head up slowly to look at you, “how many times have i reminded you to tie your shoes?”

• he cleans it up carefully, handling you with so much care and acting as if your leg was a glass piece— so fragile in his hands.

• he’d finish it off by bandaging your leg with a cute pink bandage, huffing when he’s done.

“sorry..” you mumbled, looking away a little guilty, hands balled up on your knees.

“it’s okay.” he sighed, sitting beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning down slightly to match eye level, “just stop forgetting to tie them.. you do this everytime..”

“.. that was once.”

“thrice.”

“okayyy but i realllyyy don’t mean to..” you whined, turning your head to look at him, pouting.

“awwwww babyyyy it’s okayyyy,” he mocked you mirroring your pout, pulling his arm away to cup your cheeks, squishing them in the process.

• you guys ended up being late for school since you were limping all the way.

• he didn’t mind though, before reaching school grounds he placed a kiss on the top of your head, telling you to: “be more careful next timeee, okay?”

yeonjun 🦊:

• ngl would probably laugh out loud.

• the sight of you falling down in gym class was so hilarious to him.

• it was P.E class, and the teacher had assigned free time for 10 minutes. yeonjun thought it was a great idea to play basketball with you— that was until he was dribbling, telling you to guard him and you tried to— but fell in the process due to him playing around and trolling you.

• he would definitely gasp as soon as you hit the ground, slapping a hand over his mouth and letting go of the basketball in his hand.

• he didn’t start laughing— not yet even though you looked like a starfish sprawled out on the ocean floor with the way you just stayed face flat on the floor, not moving due to embarrassment.

• he’d start laughing when the ball he had let go of previously bounced onto your back— making you flinch before resuming your position.

• his laughter was so loud and contagious even his friends started laughing despite not even being included.

• he’d continue laughing, practically rolling on the floor, slapping it.

• bro would laugh for a good minute before actually going to help you.

• still giggly and with a golly smile, he’d reach over and tap you cautiously, biting back laughs, “a.. are you.. o-okay?..”

• seeing that you didn’t react, he squatted down, continuing to poke you, “i’m.. s-sorry..” he’d literally be stuttering because of how hard he tried to not laugh.

• the teacher probably noticed the commotion, walking over with a stunned look on her face, “is she okay?” she asked, pointing at you.

• “no.. can i take her to the nurse?” yeonjun would ask with such a giddy smile.

• with the teacher approval, he’d carry you on his back, giggling the whole way to the nurse’s office— up until he set you on the bed.

• the nurse is ready to attend to you, kicking him out but before he leaves, he’d bend down to your height and kiss your forehead, “sorry baby.”

• even though he apologized you can still hear his laughter as he turns the corner of the hallway, far away from the office.

beomgyu 🧸:

• he would also laugh out loud tbh..

• during break, he followed you outside to where you’d left your phone— in the outdoor field.

• would probably be on his phone gaming while trailing behind you— then he hears a grunt and a sound.

• he peeks over his phone, unable to find your figure until he looks down— and there you are, on your knees and hunched over.

• he’d laugh so obnoxiously, snapping photos of you while doing so— doing the most and going as far to slap his knee…

• “that was so funny!!” he’d yell through laughter, wheezing at this point.

• you turn behind to look at him, glaring but he can’t even see it— too busy laughing his ass off at a normal fall.

• “i just heard a thump and you’re on the floor!!” he’d struggle to speak, words airy and giggly.

• you’re so tired of his shit. you stand up and walk over to where you think your phone is, ignoring him trailing behind you slowly, struggling to walk.

• you swear you can hear his laughter echo in this outdoor area, so loud and clear.

• he’d probably show those pictures to your family, or send it to the group chat you both are in.

taehyun 🐿️:

• takes it seriously unlike the other three..

• even though he’d be giggling on the inside, he’d quickly rush to your aid, accidentally letting out fits of laughter but covering it up with coughs.

• you were outside, walking around a park with his cat.

• you’re the one holding the leash, and maybe his cat was feeling extra silly today. it ran in slight circles, going unnoticed to you until you trip over the leash that’s now tangled up with your feet.

• you’d try and stop the fall— but instead you just fell on your knees, hurting it more.

• luckily you fell on grass and not harsh concrete— if that were the case, taehyun would’ve taken it more seriously.

• he’d just gasp loudly, like an actual audible gasp, “.. are.. are you.. okay?..”

• you stay silent in embarrassment.

• bro would start scolding his cat to try and make you feel more comfortable.

• would squish his cats face gently, “why would you do that to her?” he’d scold with the softest high pitch voice.

• after his little session, he’d rush over to you, sitting you down on the grass to check your knees.

• he’d rub the dirt on your knees off with his hands, not minding the mud and soil, cleaning it off as best as he can while biting on his bottom lip, so obviously trying not to laugh.

• you’d notice, obviously, and sigh, “.. you can laugh.”

• he’s so shocked when you say that, pauses and looks up at you with the most hurt and guilty expression on his face, “i- i would never..”

• “you just laughed..”

• “i didn’t!” he’d try and defend himself so hard knowing damn well..

• after cleaning it off, he’d try and make his cat apologize to you— pointing at it accusingly, “apologize to her!”

• “it’s okay.. it’s just a cute cat.” you’d sigh, patting it.

• he’d feel so bad and make your favourite meal right after

huening kai 🐧:

• he’d giggle at first, like an evil, “MWAHAHA,” type shit

• watching you fall while trying to jump rope at home was probably the highlight of his month.

• the type to move back and forth while laughing, literally saying, “HA. HA. HA.”

• you’d try and recover from the fall, distraught yourself from the embarrassment.

• after he calms down, he’d tend to you, making sure you didn’t have any serious injuries.

• “you okay?” he’d ask through giggles.

• “.. don’t let me jump rope ever again.. okay?” you’d sigh, staring at him in betrayal as if he was the one that pushed you.

• “the way you fell.. your knees literally bent.” he’d go into details and embarrass you further, making himself laugh even louder and more than just now.

• he feels bad after, placing you onto the corner of the couch, placing a soft blanket over you and tucking you in, surrounding you with his plushies.

• bro would tend to every need, making sure you get everything you want.

• would watch you slowly fall asleep— feeling more guiltier for some reason.

• he’d wake you up, whispering a little, “im sorry.”

• would hug you to sleep and feel better

[stomach-bugg09]

hi you absolutely do not need to do this but I thought of it last night. (Almost woke up the entire house) can you do a lo'ak x twin sister reader were lo'ak and reader are just walking along the beach holding pinkes maybe just a way they bond (while netayam is spying on them 😑), and they just kick the water from time to time, then reader makes the so called "great discussion" to flick a bit of water at lo'ak with her tail then lo'ak splashed her back and it just ended up a whole spash war then netayam gets in on it, and there just splashing each other, throwing wet sand at there faces, hissing, I find it hilarious when they hiss at each other and there like "come at me bro try me come on-" (its how me and MY siblings bond) then jake and neytiry have to drag them home while there still hissing at each other then netayam like basically throw himself at reader and then jake and neytiry come back like 2 minutes later and see reader has pined netayam on the floor and she's all like "hehe haha funny funny" until they actually get in trouble for it...... sorry this is really specific I just like it, but yeah. Have a absolutely great day/night

summary: [y/n], lo’ak, and neteyam are caught by their parents in the middle of a very important water fight.

a/n: hope you enjoy !! it’s kind of short and sweet , but full of sibling bonding + fighting , a recipe for disaster. thanks for the request. reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen @missroro

warnings: nothing honestly , just the sully siblings wrestling with each other , lo’ak throwing sand , tails and ears being tugged , disappointed parents

words: 1.2k

water fight

lo’ak’s pinky was warm against her own. the two walked alongside the water, the consistent crash of salty cold brushing overtop their feet and igniting a chill across [y/n]’s arms. their arms rocked back and forth as they walked, talking and walking without much goal in mind. merely just to catch up.

they liked to do this quite a bit. a session of gossip ( mainly from [y/n] ) and drama to refresh their brains as they walked together. like twin bonding!

“and you would not believe what she said!” [y/n] said, her voice hushing to build up the suspense.

lo’ak shook his head, playing along with her energy. “don’t tell me—”

“yes!” her voice rose, shaking her head with amusement. “she said it. like, who in their right mind?”

it was stupid stuff, nothing worthy of true attention. but, it was fun, and that’s all they needed. the words would relay between the two, but none of it had true weight, and oftentime lo’ak forgot everything they discussed the moment that they returned home. he just loved to entertain his sister.

after a month of living among the metkayina people, they had even more gossip to exchange, some of which included some prodding questions.

“anyway, enough about me,” [y/n] trailed, biting her bottom lip to keep a smile off of her face. “what about you?”

lo’ak scrunched his eyebrows. “what about me?” she never asked about his gossip. she knew he was useless when it came to that stuff!

she groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes so far back that her pupils seemed to have been swallowed by the back of her head for a second. “i mean, what about you and tsireya?”

[y/n] let out a loud laugh at the face he pulled, a deep indigo crawling up his neck. “nothing,” he demanded, voice far too strong for it so be convincing.

“you are a terrible liar.” with that, [y/n] felt the cold water wash over, and as an immediate reaction, she decided to lift her tail upward in a swift motion. with the action came a good bit of water that splashed right onto her brother.

she stopped immediately, hands cupping over her mouth as to contain her laughter. amusement and concern for her life flooded her eyes as she flickered between watching lo’ak’s face and watching his own tail.

[y/n] shrieked as she received the same treatment she gave him, her own arm getting soaked in return. “lo’ak!” she cried, voice whiny as she choked out laughter.

just as she was about to push him over into the wet sand, a movement flickered in her peripheral vision. lo’ak seemed to notice it too, because he immediately fell to a pause, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

the pair of twins narrowed their eyes, turning slowly. a smile broaden on [y/n]’s face when she saw neteyam frozen in front of them.

he blinked, standing and staring like an idiot. awkwardly, he lifted his arm and waved. “uh, hi!”

“were you spying, big brother?” [y/n] inquired, taking a step forward as she teased him. her tail swished to and fro, watching the way neteyam’s facial expressions changed.

“uh,” he trailed, clearing his throat. “no! of course not.” neteyam knew he was a goner the moment the set of twins exchanged a mischievous look.

before any of them knew it, the trio ended up tussling in the sand. tails and ears were tugged, playful punches were thrown ( softly… well, soft enough ), water was splashed, and all three of them were absolutely demolished by the rising tide.

they wrestled right next to the water, the waves soaking and re-soaking them in a very consistent manner. it seemed like every few seconds they were getting water boarded! but, of course, the geniuses decided it was too much work to move locations.

the fight escalated the moment lo’ak released a fistful of wet sand directly into his sister’s face.

“asshole!” she screeched, jumping on top of him. the tide was rising second by second, and she grinned as the wave flooded directly over his face. “that’s karma.” lo’ak hissed at his sister in response.

unfortunately, her glory was short-lived as neteyam came from behind and grabbed her. she was, once again, screaming for her life as he threw her into the surf.

once she resurfaced, she sputtered, wiping salty water from her eyes. “i’m going to murder you!”

before she could pounce on her eldest brother, she felt a larger pair of hands grab her shoulders, pulling her back into a warm embrace. “[y/n]!” he scolded from above.

immediately, she dropped her head sheepishly. “hey, dad.”

“all three of you realize that you’re in trouble, right?” their silence affirmed his question. he nodded, rolling his eyes.

“why must you make every day difficult?” neytiri held her sons’ biceps firmly, going back and forth from looking at each of them with a disappointed look.

after a beat, lo’ak offered, “well, at least we weren’t fighting any metkayina this time?”

[y/n] fought the smile that attempted to emerge onto her face, feeling the annoyed energy of her father that stood directly behind her. when lo’ak looked back down at his feet, she knew jake had sent a very disapproving look.

neteyam nearly laughed, but quickly covered it up with a cough.

a few seconds later, after a moment of trying to think it through on how to approach the issue, jake decided, “it’s time to go back. it’s nearly eclipse, and you would have known that if you weren’t fighting each other.”

[y/n] nodded slowly, eyes wide. “right,” she trailed.

the sully father tugged on her ear. “attitude,” he warned, to which she bit her bottom lip to hold back laughter. it became even more difficult when she caught the eyes of her brothers.

the walk home was awkwardly silent, the few times that [y/n] attempted to speak to either of her brothers being immediately shut down by the parents.

“this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t thrown sand at my face—”

“quiet, [y/n].”

“yes, sir.”

or the occasional “accidental” step on her tail.

the third time that she felt the pressure, she turned to her brother with her teeth bared. “neteyam i swear to eywa—”

“[y/n]!” neytiri hissed, grabbing her by the ear to which [y/n]’s eyes watered and she clawed her mothers wrist.

once they finally reached the marui, the parents had to, unfortunately, speak to tonowari and ronal. as a result, they told kiri that she was in charge. of course, the eldest girl of the family only nodded with a roll of her eyes. there was no way she would get in the way of their fights!

it’d been two minutes of jake and neytiri’s absence, and once they returned, they both groaned at the sight of [y/n] sitting on top of lo’ak’s back, her fingers pulling at his hair. neteyam’s ankles were stuck in lo’ak’s grip as he attempted to crawl away.

the moment they re-entered the marui, the children all went completely silent, staring at their parents.

the first thing to break the silence was [y/n]’s laughter. “whoops!”

[shadowknightapologist]

regarding the workplace sitcom. imagine the obnoxiously loud crowd reactions and bad jokes

“put the sword down zenix”

“come on lighten up gene!! don’t lose your head!!!!”

[laugh track plays]

im really funny trust me

YOU ARE FUNNY THIS MADE ME GIGGLE

i actually think it's hilarious, sitcom or not, that gene's decapitation becomes an inside joke amongst the shadow knights. it wasn't supposed to, of course, because he's their superior and will beat the absolute fuck out of them for being disrespectful, but they hate him and he hates them so it comes out in high-tension scenarios 💀💀

like laurance nicking gene's neck in a fight and going "oops! 🤭 hope that didn't remind you of anything". zenix, in season 1, gets into a spat with him and ends up effectively playing soccer with his head after he kicks it off. sasha tells him "you'd lose your head if it weren't attached to your body" after he pisses her off one day. etcetera, etcetera.

anyway i love this so much thank you guys for sitcom funnies

[wannaeatramyeon]

Big Deal... Clubbing/Drunk Headcanons

(It was time for my monthly reread of Jake Kim and One Night II arc... So here's some brainrot)

Assuming everyone is of age, or just gets let in cos they look like 30yr olds... don't you think Big Deal would be the funnest group to party with?

Imagine all the guys drunk, dancing with shitty cheesy moves and someone getting hoisted in the air, chanting "SINU! SINU! SINU!" then the bouncers get involved.

Note: everyone here exc Samuel unapologetically loves fruity colourful cocktails. And it goes without saying the rizz of Big Deal is unmatched.

Samuel Seo

Inferiority complex comes out in the form of buying drinks for everyone

"What? You think I can't afford this? NEXT ROUND ON ME"

Doesn't like to dance but gets dragged by the rest of the crew

The one guy that always takes their top off when drunk

Bouncers threaten to throw him out whilst rest of Big Deal try to wrestle his clothing back on

Sinu

Loud emotional drunk

Loves dancing, pulls up everyone on the dancefloor

Tells everyone how proud he is of them and cries on their shoulder

Tells massively embellished stories about Big Deal to anyone that would listen

Talks about Yeonhui ALL THE TIME, how she's the prettiest, the best, he's going to marry her etc.

Jake Kim

Another loud drunk

So cheesy, thinks he's the funniest guy. Amplified by 100 with alcohol. Puns, one liners, joke, all accompanied with the sloppiest wink

Would tell a joke, wait for your reaction and if you don't laugh "hey did you hear what I said??"

Shows off his butt to all the guys (not the ladies) in the club while they ooh and aah and ask for his workout routine. "NICE GLUTES BRO, WHAT YOU SQUAT"

Definitely the I love you broooo type, goes round kissing everyone on the cheek. Has his lipbalm at the ready

Jerry Kwon

[sips juice through straw]

Confiscates Sinu's phone to prevent drunk dialling or texting Yeonhui

Usually plays the peacemaker if the boys are too boisterous

Bops along to the music, loves if any cheesy pops or ballads are played

So much fun on the dancefloor. Knows all the latest trending dance moves

Brad Lee

Can not let go of Jane Kim and Brenda

Takes it too far, and drunk Jake is like "you sure? you really leaving Big Deal to be a nail artist?"

Loves talking about 'philosophical' bullshit

Thinks he's clever af but actually saying shit like "crazy how our skin is waterproof"

The one that suggests the sloppy drunk food at 4am as they stagger home

Jason Yoon

Vibin, chill, enjoyin the club

The wildest dance moves. Incorporates kicks everywhere

Hits too many drinks then gets confrontational

"SAMUEL YOU DID NOT UNITE THE NORTH AND SOUTH KOREA"

"I SAID I UNITED THE HIGH SCHOOLS YOU FUCK"

Gets apologetic, cries a little

Tells everyone about Jeju Island, gets homesick, cries a bit more

Lineman

Listens to everyones bullshit with wide eyes and sincerity "REALLY???"

Braincells literally dying in real time as he drinks "JAKE, BRAD SAID HE WAS LEAVING TO BE AN ARTIST??"

Will not be corrected on any misinformation

Very affectionate, open admiration for everyone in the crew "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HERE!"

Samuel's BFF when drunk, the praises are good for his ego

Lua Im

Crazy giggly

Finds everything hilarious EXCEPT Jake. Literally stops dead mid-laugh after catching his jokes

Has lots of white knights trying rescue her from the gangsters (Big Deal)

She punches them instead

LUA IS ACTUALLY THE ONE THAT GETS THEM THROWN OUT

[dareactions]

Been reading your reactions on your blog and its 3 am rn but I have two requests I'll probs be sending them both in seperate asks but first one, okay so I have been playing a dwarf inquisitor for the past week or so, he's 2 handed warrior

I also had a warrior dwarf in my old DnD club before graduating but anyways, how would the companions react to a dwarf 2 handed inquisitor stareing directly into Iron Bull's eyes and with the most serious tone asking if Bull could PICK them UP and THROW THEM to the enemy, how would the other companions ESPECIALLY Bull react to just watching their inquisitor get full on YEETED into enemy lines So all they see is this short dwarf with an AXE bigger than their body coming at them at 90 MPH just a ball of rage who wouldn't be terrified?

XD this hit me after remembering in a session where my friends Orc paladin suggested throwing my character towards an archer up on a hill got a fucking NAT 20 AND IT WAS GLORIOUS

i hate to admit we've done this in my dnd group too, and i fear my players will soon too bcs i gave the kobold a fucking nuke. why did i do that? oh god everyday is stressful.

Cassandra: She stops, and she stares. For a moment she truly wonders if maybe the rage demon in front of her stops in confusion too, because its actions become stilted and slow for a second- it's the second she needs to cut it in half as she turns towards the Inquisitor. ''Are you out of your mind?'' Is the only thing her mind can conjure up as she in absolute dread watches The Iron Bull listen to them. Why did she agree to this, why did she start the Inquisition. She should've let the world end, why are they all like this. It doesn't matter how impressive it is to her deep down, she wants to retire.

Solas: Well, that is certainly not what he had expected. His eyes narrows and his mouth opens as if to say something, just to close. It could work. That's the worst part, honestly, that he could see it work and can't even find it in himself to question the tactics. There's a moment where his spellcasting is far less controlled, more lazy in hitting its targets because he is simply far too busy watching the Inquisitor go flying. He can't even laugh, he probably would if it weren't for the fact he watches them covered in blood stand back up after cleaving half of their enemies in half. For a moment he rethinks his plans. Just for a moment.

Dorian: He yells out in glee at this, it's the funniest shit he has heard for months personally. Because Dorian Pavus for some reason, doesn't think the Inquisitor and Bull will go through with it. There's no way, absolutely not, it's ridiculous for all intents and purposes! Except the Inquisitor flies past him at an alarming speed just seconds later and Dorian finds himself lucky he has the sense to not send a spell after in pure shock, staring in awe as he ignores Sera's loud cackling to his side. He probably shouldn't tell Cassandra he found that impressive, he has a feeling she won't share the sentiment- but he looks over at Bull who just grins in pride. No wonder people were horrified of them, were they all normal people they probably would be too.

Sera: She is a cackling mess, leaning against Dorian trying to gasp for breath as Cassandra goes slack jawed. It's too funny to be impressive, it really is. The Inquisitor goes flying and she can feel her stomach muscles start cramping as people drop in front of them. Was death supposed to be this funny? Is there some kind of demon for people who die horribly hilarious deaths? She isn't sure but she has to be calmed down because breathing becomes more difficult by every second she laughs. ''Do it again! Do it again right now!'' Her request isn't appreciated by Cassandra, but Sera doesn't care. She just needs to see the confusion on these things faces one more time, just once more !

Blackwall: He shares Cassandra's retirement sentiment. It's impressive, really, it is. But at the same time he has to wonder how healthy it actually is, getting launched at such an intense speed- what if an ally had gotten in the way? Even so his mouth tugs with a smile, his eyes stay focused on the remaining enemies in front of him but- maker, why did the Inquisitor have to spin? He takes a deep breath and steels himself, this is fine. It's fine. He doesn't break out laughing until after the battle is done and Cassandra starts yelling at the Inquisitor, and they have the audacity to go ''Well, it worked didn't it?'' at her. He isn't sure if he is older than Cassandra anymore because she seemingly ages in front of him from it all.

Iron Bull: If you ask Bull, he was born for this moment. Everything has led up to launching a small violent dwarf with a giant axe in the air through enemies, this is why he was put in this reality. He is gleeful like a child receiving gifts, excitedly screaming as the Inquisitor cuts down foes mid-air. It's fun and he feels the surge of adrenaline from pulling a stupid stunt and somehow succeeding. His hands itch and the Axe he was wielding himself gets picked back up in seconds, slicing through enemies with a new eager ferocity. He fucking loved his job. This was the best job ever, fuck everything else, he'd just launched his boss in the air to kill things!

Vivienne: It's all very barbarish, isn't it? She frowns from the back where she is carefully weaving magic to her will, really, throwing the Inquisitor? Even so she can't exactly argue with how useful it is, seeing as the long line of dead things sort of counter any argument she might have. Even so she scoffs at the blood bath, rolling her eyes at delighted yells and laughter from some of her allies- this is absolutely barbaric. No, she is not smiling to herself, absolutely not. ''Do well in not getting blood on me, dear.'' Is her only comment on the matter, as she just shakes her head and moves through the battlefield. Children, she works with children.

Varric: His first reaction is just the words ''Don't ever think I'll do that.'' to Bull who laughs heartily, clearly not understanding that Varric very much has no intention to ever become a projectile. It's funny, something straight out of his books and he is for sure putting this in one- even if nobody will ever believe him. It makes him wonder just what else is possible if you have sheer stupid will and dedication, and how the hell Hawke didn't try that trick years ago.

Cole: He stares in confusion at the spot where the Inquisitor just was, eyes narrowing at the now empty plot of grass. They were just here, and then he looks up and just sees the spinning ball of absolute carnage that is flying through the air. He lets out a tiny ''Oh.'' because what else can he do? Cole just stares for a second longer before nodding, alright. He supposes that works too, and the Inquisitor is happy, so it can't hurt.

[bekaterrier]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I listened to a few things this week (gushing and spoilers ahead):

@woodenovercoats S4: You know it's going to be a good season when it's already got me tearing up in the third episode! Madeline and her family!! 😭 Madeline and Rudyard besties! 🥰 I absolutely loved seeing Antigone continue to grow this season. She just wanted to be seen, to know she was strong enough to be seen, and she was!! We also got to hear Rudyard give more time to his life outside the funeral home, particularly his special interest in history! We finally got Chapman's backstory! Heartbreaking though. 💔 Holy shit that sound design when Chapman and Rudyard go over the falls was *chef's kiss*. My first thought re: the Funns running Chapman's was "Oh lord, how is Rudyard going to F this up?" It was really nice to hear them actually properly put on a funeral like we knew they could. Throughout the season, we heard Eric and Antigone grow closer and some feelings start to develop there. Then hearing Eric calling out for Antigone in his dream was...whew. "Sorry about the chloroform." 😂 Georgie's cycle of grief is so real. It hits you at the most unexpected moments. They're a town!!!! And of course he came back, he's home!!!!! This ending is so perfect, so absolutely satisfying. This show was incredible ♥️

@midstpodcast S1: I've been seeing so much about this show in my feed lately as its third and final season released, so I just had to jump into it. And wow am I hooked! The way the narrators share the story and the character voices between them is fascinating. The world building is absolutely incredible - the visual they painted of the fold sweeping through is just chilling. Combine that with the actual visual elements created by the podcast, seen in the YouTube videos...so so cool. Side note - I hate the Trust; the way that its systems ensure that those at the bottom are kept down, rewarding those already at the top...kudos to another podcast where one of the villains is capitalism. In any case, I was so absorbed in the stories of each of the three protagonists, trying to see ahead to how their lives would intersect, I almost forgot about the very first scene! The moon falls out of the sky!! Absolutely wild!! I'm very much looking forward to learning more about the consequences of this and the impact on Midst.

@midnightburgr Welcome to the Horizon Part 3 - The Wayfaring Stranger: God I love this town and these people. I laughed out loud so many times this episode! Frank and June's reactions to Verge's background are hilarious. I'm so glad we have Verge in this mini-series. It's also so fun to hear them flirting with Deirdre, especially after hearing their VAs as not so friendly in Moonbase Theta, Out (love you Cat and Tina). The news that we get from Trinkett about the comet is verrry interesting and concerning, so looking forward to seeing where that goes.

@tellnotalespod S1 & S2 (to date) re-listen: TNT is currently on their mid season break, so I re-listened to everything that's been released so far. I said earlier this season that it was going to be tough listening to all the S2 episodes in a row since many of them made me cry individually...and I was right! 😭 I am so looking forward to the rest of S2, and I really hope Leo, Riley and Julia all get the hugs they need, preferably from each other.

@storiesfromylelmore Winter Solstice crowdfunding episode: I love hearing the kids out and up to their shenanigans! It was also really sweet to get a glimpse of the parents doing their thing, but also loving all the kids (even though Elas can sometimes be puce). I also loved hearing more about their world's Winter Solstice story! The worldbuilding is so fantastic.

@hinaypod Episode 41 - Danny Boy (Pride Episode 2024): I'm glad I listened to this one during the day because I definitely would have gotten creeped out by some of the curse's descriptions if I'd listened at 2AM, as I sometimes do. We got quite lore dump on our favourite horrible old man, but I still have so many questions!!

[kimbap-r0ll]

Idk if its just me but I think that at some point in time there was a phantom troupe prank wars and was wondering if you could write something about it. I feel like Phinks and Shalnark started this and eventually everyone got involved trying to see who could come up with the best pranks. Eventually things get out of hand a Chrollo has to put a stop to it.

Anon nt: love your writing so much, thank you for all the smiles and laughs. Keep up the good work 💙

Hi, honestly I have a hard time keeping up with what I wrote and what I didn't because I write so much haha. But yes I have definitely written a few phantom troupe shenanigans here and there, and this sounds like a fun idea! Thank you for the note as well, hope you're doing well!

Phantom Troupe: Pranks

You're right, it's definitely Phinks and Shalnark (possibly Feitan) who started this and now it's something everyone in the troupe is involved in

The pranks started fairly small: Phinks would hide Shalnark's phone around, Shalnark would then hide Phinks's helmet. Shalnark and Feitan planned to change Phinks's alarm to 4am when he wants to wake up at 9am, things like that.

Then Uvogin and Nobunaga notice this and decide to take the matters into their own hands. They might randomly slap each other on the head and run away before the other can catch them. The hits might get more and more aggressive, and then they'll jump Franklin.

Franklin gets involved but doesn't want to just to do physical attacks so he decides to prank them through other means. He definitely finds one of those jumpscare videos (u know, the one with the car and a nice mountainside road) and show it to Uvo and Nobu who likely haven't stumbled on it because they don't have a reason to. Speaking of spooks, the amount of times Feitan and Shalnark attempted to jumpscare the shit out of Franklin is hilarious (it never worked, he's pulled it off on them instead)

Machi and Pakunoda find out because of how loud the two of them screamed and then decide to get in with the pranks. Machi has the upper hand in most pranks because she has nen strings, which will allow her to attach water balloons and drop them on people. She's done it to Hisoka out of spite

Speaking of which, no one actually wants to prank the clown magician because he's already tricky on his own. They leave him be, and he might not really bother with pranks because it's not something he's interested in (he really only wants to get into fights that's all). Pakunoda doesn't do much either, but she'll help Machi

Shizuku doesn't become victim to pranks because no one really thinks it'll be a good idea, nor to Kortopi (though Hisoka might think otherwise manga readers ykyk) but she definitely has done a prank where she said to Uvo she ate all of his snacks.

See, so far so good: all the pranks are fairly mild. Then they start getting wilder, like "accidentally" throwing a car at Shalnark (done by Uvo), almost causing Jupiter to fall on Nobunaga (Bonolenov), Feitan dissected a plushie Machi liked (Feitan almost dies doing that), Franklin almost throws three troupe members off of a ledge, etc. Remember the ice bucket challenge from eons ago? They did that to Feitan and almost felt the sun. They keep doing this for the shits and giggles until Hisoka asks "why not Chrollo?"

The whole abandoned hotel goes silent. They didn't think about it, nor did they dare to do it. He was right, they did leave Chrollo out of the "fun" but they didn't want to see what kinds of reactions this guy would have. Not only would Chrollo come up with the most intricate, disastrous pranks known to man, but he could also just start crying if they even told him they lost one of his books. So, they ask "what to do?"

They eventually convince Kortopi to do it because they know Chrollo won't hurt the kiddo, so Kortopi runs up to Chrollo with a hidden water gun and just shoots it at his face before running off.

The troupe watch (from a distance) as Chrollo just stands there, stunned, and slowly looks at where Kortopi ran off to. The leader smiles, laughs to himself, and asks "I know you all are watching, is this what's been going on while I was busy looking for that nen ability?"

He talks to them about how it's fine to do pranks but don't hurt each other (looking at Uvogin who threw multiple cars at multiple people). Chrollo then adds that he might find some enjoyment pranking them in return.

That sort of stops everyone from pulling pranks because they have no idea what Chrollo might do and they'd rather not test it haha. If Chrollo were to prank them all, it would be really big but it would go through a long, long time. Like span a few months with them each receiving more and more of a specific item every week to the point where they're like "is this Kortopi? No, then who?" He just wants to see them spiral a bit haha.

[mislamicpearl]

Thoughts on DR S2 episodes 16-17:

These two episodes were SO good!

Spoilers below

Aww, Zane patting Lloyd's shoulder as he breathes a sigh of relief.

Dang, I really wanna see Zeatrix get revenge on Ras honestly.

Wait a minute wait a minute, the forbidden five member that's with Ras has an elemental power? What is it?? He never uses it in the games, he just uses shatterspin!

Yo, Arin was finally able to do proper spinjitzu just from one short session of second-hand teaching from Frack. I can't wait for him to throw that in Lloyd's face!

But also his tornado had some shatterspin lines in it?? Was I seeing that right?

I literally said out loud "if Lloyd loses to this guy (invisible man) that would be REALLY pathetic!" But no, he's protected by his protagonist status. Sora and Nya were protected by their girlboss status. Cole and Zane unfortunately had neither so they had to be cannon fodder.

Wow I was certain they were going to pit Cole up against Geo. Still sucks he lost though (but still not as embarrassing as Zane, who literally just had to fight a dude *still grumbling*)

OMG Cole falling a long distance AGAIN ahahaha!

BUT this time he finally learned and used earth bending to catch himself up! Nice.

"I can't control metal!" You should attend Toph's metal bending school Cole. I'm sure if Nya could make ice that ONE season, you can use your power to master metal.

Aww, despite Frack (still a dumb name, that's what I use to swear when I don't want to swear) working with Ras, I think the rapport he has with Cole is very sweet. If Cole's not careful he's going to end up adopting another child lol.

Yoooo the Arin and Sora friction is so good, I'm loving this drama!

Ohoho, Ras wants control of all the elemental powers, what a surprise.

"Your anger isn't helping Wyldfyre." "It's helping me stay angry!" Love Wyldfyre ahahaha and Cole's face!

The fact that I was actually outraged when the crystal disappeared right as Nya was going to grab it!

WU SPRITE CAME TO COLE AGAIN! Are you going to tell us where it took you last time Cole??

Omg yes, Nya's going straight after Jay, thank you!

And awwww the goodbye hug between her and Lloyd, ugh the sibling energy of these two.

Nya and Kai communicating literally through the power of their sibling bond.😍

It's so hilarious and perfect that as soon as Kai hears about Jay his first reaction is to insult him hahaha.

Ohhhh the forbidden five member that's sleeping in the Nether space is the one possessing Jordana!

Glad to see Arin didn't let his anger with Sora overtake his job, he's actually doing pretty good with his suspect board!

"My social encounter algorithm registered high levels of cringe" OMG I HAD TO PAUSE THIS I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD, THIS IS JUST BEGGING TO BECOME A MEME! INTERNET GET ON IT!

My sister: Brent Miller must have been dying laughing trying to read that line.

Me: Brent Miller probably WROTE that line. XD

Geo has apparently been rendered mute since he and Cole met up lmao, is this Lego's attempt at damage control..?

It's going to turn out Wyldfyre was right and Blekt (dumbest of the dumb names) actually is the one behind all this isn't he?

"He probably got distracted by all the temple city conce...ssions..." *both Cole and Sora stare off into the distance* lmao what was that??

When Frack said he had a question about Cole's power I totally expected him to ask why the earth was screaming - are we ever getting back to that?

NEURO!!! OMG THANK GOD HE STILL EXISTS, HE'S HERE! Probably they didn't want to get his VA back and that's why he wasn't put in a position to talk to the ninja?

Oh and that purple haired girl was probably Chamille.

Man, all of the fights with everyone using multiple powers was so cool!

Ahahaha Zeatrix's face at the bubble power was hilarious! Same girl, what a dumb power.

Except that she used it like a freaking queen??? That elemental bomb was so cool and smart, she pulled a Kuma! (@ One Piece fans again.)

Okayyy we finally get to hear the name of Lloyd's power, he's master of life! Like in the movie right? Neat.

Bro really said the word "YEET" hahaha

Holy frack, Zeatrix killed Lloyd!

[tastybluesprite]

LMK TICKLE HEADCANONS!!!!

Ok I started this a couple days ago but now it’s time I posted it. I only did a few characters but maybe I’ll do a part 2 with more heh

MK

- Most Ticklish guy ever to exist fr

- Like he’s insanely so

- Mei loves torturing him lol

- She knows ever one of his weak spots and it drives him crazy

- I don’t think he’d be embarrassed about it but if I pair this along with my headcanon that he has adhd and can get overstimulated too quickly, I’d say he can’t handle it for too long

- His worst spots are his feet, underarms, and sides

- But his death spot is probably his belly

- He can’t handle any touch there like it’s too sensitive lmao

- His laugh his loud and bubbly and is endearing to majority of people who hear it

- He’s honestly a ler also

- Not as much as most people he knows though

- He won’t admit it but he’s never won a tickle fight before (ESPECIALLY with Mei)

- He doesn’t really tease the person he tickles so much as he more complements the person he tickles

- “Awww your laugh is so cute!!!”

- “Wow how’d you get your skin to be this soft?”

- (He actually learned this form of teasing from Wukong lolll)

Mei

- I honestly don’t think she’s that ticklish tbh

- Like she’ll giggle and stuff if you tickle all the normal places one would be ticklish, but besides that not much

- It KILLS MK that he can’t get her back easily

- Buuuttt she does have one death spot

- *cough* Her feet *cough cough*

- Get her feet and she’s thrashing and begging for mercy

- But she LOVES tickling MK

- She thinks his laugh is so adorable and just constantly enjoys hearing it

- She’s a RUTHLESS ler

- An absolute menace

- She can dominate almost anybody in a tickle fight

- Part of what makes her so dangerous is that she can take mental note of each persons reactions so she can easily figure out all their weak spots and death spots

- She loves to use baby talk for teased

- It’s so damn flustering lmao

Sun Wukong (Monkie King)

- I hate this loser so much /affectionate

- As much as he loves tickling people (being the trickster he is who loves making people laugh), he is actually super ticklish himself

- Also do y’all remember him having stage fright (which had me laughing my ass off lmao it was so funny), because him being ticklish would make him even more adorable

- His stomach, ribs, and thighs are pretty bad spots, but get his armpits and he’s literally dead

- He’ll probably do almost anything you say lmaoooo he’s so ticklish there

- When MK found out he had a field day

- I mean, THE Monkie King, all powerful god and deity… is ticklish?

- He made MK swear not to tell anyone (wouldn’t want to ruin his rep after all) but of course MK told Mei

- Also if his laugh gets loud enough he’ll snort

- Which is another thing he’d also rather die than admit

- Funnily enough he isn’t that embarrassed about being ticklish

- He understands that’s just the way body’s work and sees it more as a instinctive defense mechanism to protect yourself

- But he’d rather die than admit he likes it lmfaoooo

- He’s he’s a ruthless ler also

- He likes to tease by stating the obvious of the matter

- “Ohhh I’m sorry does this tickle?”

- “Bud I can’t hear you over all that laugher it’s too loud!”

- It’s honestly scary

- But he is a trickster so what would you expect lolll

Macaque

- Just like Sun Wukong, he’s also ticklish

- I like to think he’s equally as ticklish, and has similar tickle spots to Wukong

- Though he has a death spot on his ribs

- Digging in there will have him hysterically cackling

- Unlike Wukong, who doesn’t actually mind being ticklish, Macaque would honestly rather die than admit it

- Wukong loves to torture him

- When they get into fights that become physical, Wukong will use tickling to take him down

- Sometimes when he’s being a little shit, Wukong uses tickling also to bring him down a few pegs

- I love the idea that he’d be very much incapable of saying the “t word”

- He absolutely cannot and it’s hilarious

- Even hearing it is flustering and embarrassing

- Sometimes Wukong will tease him by randomly saying it (such as “that has me tickled pink!” that sort of thing)

- He HATES it lmao

- Wukong is the worst teaser and tickler for him but it’s only because he knows him best

- He knows just what to do and say to torture him and take him down

- Someone help him lol /j

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bring the Pain

SUMMARY: Chucky and Daphne talk things out after he shows up in her living room unannounced. He tells her he's dying and needs her help.

WORDS: 3,649

(PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE)

CHAPTER 2

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Chucky couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by her reaction. 

“It’s been years and that’s how you greet me?” He gawked, feigning hurt and bringing a stubby, plastic hand to his plush chest. The way he blinked and moved so slowly unnerved her. “You made it hard to find you, by the way.”

“Maybe that’s cause I didn’t want you finding me?” She took another good look at the living doll. “You look like shit.” She remarked coldly, placing the iron doorstop on the ivory end table beside the loveseat. She watched the doll wearily as he began to comb his hand through his thinning hair. 

“Hey quit shedding on my chair! I want my place to look decent.” 

Chucky looked around slowly, holding back a laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry doll, I’ll keep the place spiffy. My hair would go great next to last week’s dirty dishes on the counter!” He howled. “Wait, wait… maybe it’ll look nice in the dirty laundry corner!” He continued to cackle obnoxiously loud, slapping his tiny knee and kicking his feet. Daphne rolled her eyes, despite the tears that seemed to flood them at the sound of his laugh again. He continued on, listing everything gross about her apartment, pointing out everything she had begun to feel insecure about lately. His laughter died down finally with a wheeze and a small coughing fit that had the woman furrowing her brow. 

“Anyway, disgusting fucking apartment aside,” he groaned, struggling to get to his tiny feet as his plastic body made popping noises she never thought she’d hear from a doll.  His sky blue eyes met her emerald ones and for the first time in 35 years she felt a spark. 

A spark with a doll? Be so for real Daphne. 

“Me looking like shit is exactly why I’m here.” Chucky gestured awkwardly to his barely two-foot tall self. “I’m dyin’, Daph.” She bit the inside of her lip. Hard. 

He had to be lying, there was no way a slimy bastard like Chucky was dying. Daphne glared at him, trying so hard to find where he would be lying. In the brighter light of the lamp she could see he was far worse off than she originally thought. Crows' feet bordered his sunken eyes and wrinkles were apparent on his forehead. In the dull, thinning forest of auburn were small strips of wispy white. He looked like he aged 15 years, which was actually better than she expected.

“I mean, you’re aging.” Daphne stated simply, shrugging. She couldn’t say why he was aging, she wasn’t as well versed in this voodoo stuff as he was, but she couldn’t say for sure that he was dying. For all she knew, this was just another one of his fucked up manipulation tactics. 

“No shit, captain obvious.” He growled. “I went to see some witch doctor-” He stopped abruptly at the sound of her giggling. Rolling his eyes, he continued: “And he said Damballa is pissed because of an exorcism.” Daphne tilted her head curiously.

“An exorcism?”

“Yeah, these asshole kids tried to expel certain parties from a certain doll. Well, certain parties are not pleased.” Oh, oh, this was too good. 

“So because of that Damballa think’s you’ve abandoned him?” The doll nodded. Daphne held back another laugh. “And you want me to risk pissing him off more to help you?” 

“Well, yeah.” Chucky stated simply. He gestured to her. “I mean, come on Daph, you look great! It’s clear you’re doin’ somethin’ right.” 

Daphne looked away to hide the way her cheeks grew red at his compliment. “Duh, that’s cause I stay away from catholics.” 

“Those kids were not catholic!”

“Even worse.” She answered as she walked into the kitchen. She heard the thud! of Chucky jumping off the chair onto the hardwood floor and the hilarious patter of his tiny feet shortly after. Somehow, despite the change in his stature and circumstance, he felt like nothing changed. Daphne still had a sharp tongue and the banter with her really got him going.

Whether that was good or bad depended… and in this context it worked him up in a bad way. 

“You shouldn’t walk away from me when we’re talking, babe. It’s rude.” An amused smile crossed Daphne’s dark lips. 

“Or what? You’re gonna kick my shins till I die?” She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn’t necessarily care. She’d love to see what he’d do.  She knelt down in front of the homicidal doll, a wide smile on her face. 

“You are treading on some thin fucking ice, doll.” He warned in a tone that used to send shivers down her back. Depending on the context it was either from fear or arousal, but now she tried not to laugh. She saw the anger boiling inside him, the frown on his cherub-like face, and it made it all the funnier. 

“Chuck, I’m not afraid of you.” Daphne stated simply, pinching at his plastic cheeks. I never have been. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know how anyone is.” She stood up straight and went back to the sink, trying her best to tidy up after he pointed out every little thing wrong with her apartment. 

Things had really gone downhill since Tess died.

Daphne scrubbed away at the dishes, one by one and placed the slightly cleaner glassware on the counter above the dishwasher. She opened the dishwasher and glanced inside, realizing she never unloaded the damn thing from the last time she ran it… which was two whole weeks ago. She shook her head as she collected the clean dishes and placed them in the cabinets, nearly forgetting the murderous doll was still wandering about her apartment.

Chucky was a lot harder to keep track of now.

She had finally gotten the dishwasher cleared when she felt a sharp, burning pain in her back. All she could do was freeze for a moment, choking on her words as her nerves were set aflame. That little fucker had climbed on her back and was feverishly stabbing her in the back - what else was new?

“Fuck!” Daphne flung him onto the counter and stood up straight, feeling the warmth of her blood trickle down her back. A shaking hand reached behind her and pulled the knife from its place, and she dizzily examined the blade. This knife was from the dishwasher! She thought to herself in a haze. Chuck, you’re in for it now.

Slowly, like all wounds, the slashes in her back began to mend on their own. Skin and muscle joining together, melting into one, as blood gushed down her back. It hurt like hell and Daphne had to grit her teeth to not scream. She found that this little party trick didn’t quite have the same effect on people if she showed them it hurt. The doll that laid on her counter slowly began to sit up, watching Daphne closely. She huffed indignantly as she palmed her back again, finding holes in her favorite leather top. 

“You ruined my favorite shirt, you little shit!” Daphne threw the knife toward the living room, not caring where it landed. Chucky looked up at her in awe, a wicked smile coming to his face finally. 

“That amulet does a lot more than just keep you young, doesn’t it?” His question came off more like a statement. He knew now, he didn’t need her to say anything. It was annoying knowing that he couldn’t threaten her when she got on his nerves now, but it did explain why she so comfortably laughed in his face. 

It reminded him of Tiffany, though she eventually paid for not taking him seriously. 

Daphne straightened up, looking all too smug for someone who was just stabbed. “No shit, captain obvious.” She spat his words back at him. Chucky howled with laughter.

“I missed you, Daph.” He finally said, wiping tears from his eyes. Daphne paused, watching him wearily and wrapping her arms around herself. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She swallowed.

“I missed you too.” Daphne whispered, self conscious. 

“Finish doin’ the dishes and come talk. I got a favor to ask of ya.” And with that, the doll slid off of the counter and scurried off to the living room. 

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The words from his plastic lips felt surreal. A plan, an insane plan, one that only he could come up with and think he could get away with. Six souls; six sacrifices, that was the prescribed solution to Chuck’s problem according to the doctor he saw. The only problem with that seemed to be that Chuck had already taken six lives… actually it may have been more than six, he said he’d lost count. 

Cloudy blue eyes stared up at her, unblinking, as she tried to determine the best course of action. 

“So let me get this straight,” Daphne began, exasperated. “Your first set of sacrifices failed so your grand idea is to go to the White House and try again?”

The doll nodded eagerly, and in his gruffer-than-usual tone he answered: “Yeah, see? You get it.” No, she really didn’t.

“Just like that, huh?” She asked sarcastically, her arms still crossed over her chest. “What makes you think it’ll even work? What if Damballa’s really pissed at you?” There was something more to her tone this time. It could almost be mistaken for tenderness. 

Daph was a changed woman, that much Chucky knew, but he had to wonder how much of his old flame still burned under her icy exterior. 

“He wants something big, Daph. What else is bigger than-”

“It’s delusional.” She cut him off. “Yeah, you could get away with it, but you’re asking me to go with you. I’ll get caught, then what? You keep going and I rot in jail? You get to discard me again like it’s nothin’?” 

So that’s what this was about.

“I have a plan.” Chucky muttered, and despite his epiphany he was still finding it hard not to be irritated with Daphne’s refusal. 

“Oh great! You have a plan!”

“Just get me there!” He finally shouted. The doll took a moment, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. “And if you really don’t want to stick around you don’t have to.”

Daphne took a moment to think over his words. She still wasn’t sure if he was being honest, after all, it was really easy for him to say she can leave when she wants. Unfortunately for him, she knew Chuck like the back of her hand. Of course, several things had changed over the years clearly, and if he truly was dying…

He did go out of his way to find her. He clearly needed her help desperately. Part of her feared that abandonment, that familiar feeling that came with being used and disposed of. Maybe it would be different, given that he was a doll as of right now and the reason him leaving hurt so much the first time was because she felt he used her body and left her when it was convenient. Technically he was still using her body but in a completely different way - this was more like doing a friend a favor. 

Daphne’s emerald stare narrowed.

“And where’s Tiff in all this?” There it was. The doll grimaced. 

“That’s a long story.” 

“When’s it not?” Daphne scoffed. She listened intently as Chucky explained the last twenty-ish years. He went into detail, explaining how Tiffany found him after his dismembering, how she wanted him to marry her and how that absolutely wasn’t in the cards at the time. He talked about how he electrocuted her in the bathtub, then the soul transferring, and the cross country road trip that somehow ended with a knocked up doll and a surprise resurrection from their gender fluid kid. 

Somehow, Daphne felt herself growing jealous. 

It was a weird feeling that left her all kinds of confused, but when she thought of the last twenty years for herself she felt… hollow. She wanted to rekindle some sort of love, feel the same burning passion she felt with Chuck with someone else. The closest she had gotten was when she was the third in a throuple out in Santa Carla, which even that didn’t last. She didn’t like staying up all night and sleeping all day. 

Then of course there was Tess. 

“Anyway, she swapped bodies with Jennifer Tilly and took the kids, but then we got back together and she helped me terrorize the Pierce’s one last time. Shipped me right to their house. I ended up sending Sarah’s kid to the nuthouse and from there I possessed her.” He stopped for a second, his brow furrowing, forehead wrinkling. “Then that fuckin’ exorcism happened.”

Daphne was still taken back at the mention of Sarah Pierce. That was a name she hadn’t heard in a while, and man was she pissed when she heard about it the first time. He wasn’t even the one to tell her… it was Tiff. 

He shook his head. “Anyway, Tiff broke me outta the nuthouse and helped me build an army of, well, me. I said something, she got pissed off and took my head off, and well here we are. I haven’t spoken to her in a year or so. I did hold her at gunpoint when I was Nica not too long ago but that didn’t last long.” 

“Sounds about right.” Was all she could muster. That hollow feeling in her chest came back and weighed heavily on her. She felt the lump in her throat as her mind repeated the same thing over and over again: you will never be the first choice.

There was a part of her that fought it though, the more naive part of her mind that somehow survived through it all. He probably stuck around with her cause it was convenient, it said, she was the one to find him and bring him back. Daphne sighed. You made it hard to find you, remember?

She wanted to snap back at the invisible voice, to tell it that he didn’t even try before all this, but with the risk of looking insane and vulnerable in front of Chucky she chose not to.

They sat in silence while she pondered the possibilities, the logistics of it all, and she could feel his blue eyes on her even when she turned her back. Luckily she knew as long as she had her amulet there were no risks of her being killed and waking up in a doll like Tiff, and she missed Chucky as much as she hated to admit it… maybe a road trip would be fun? 

The strawberry blonde looked back at the doll. 

“Fine. I’ll take you.” She said finally, and a large smile broke out on the doll’s face. 

“Yes! I promise, doll, you won’t regret this.” He hopped off of the couch, standing at his full 3 foot height. “It’ll be just like old times, Daphne and Chucky.” 

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She was being led somewhere downtown, her hand held tightly in the warm grip of her boyfriend as they made their way down sprawling sidewalks. She was in her cutest date outfit, face done up in dark makeup and platinum hair in two ponytails. Her large boots made it hard for her to keep up with him. 

It was fall, and in her short skirt she was freezing her ass off, but she’d never say anything. She wanted to look cute for him. 

Grey skies hung over their heads, making the tall buildings of Chicago look much darker than they usually did. It wasn’t like Eddie to take her out in the middle of the day, but he said he wanted to show her something. She had lied to her parents, saying she was going to the mall with Miranda, and she found the act of sneaking around like that thrilling. She only hoped Miranda wouldn’t call the house and spoil everything. 

He led her to an old apartment building, up a few flights of stairs, and to an old, splintered door. He knocked twice and waited for what felt like an eternity. There was a sound on the other side of the door like someone was undoing a few locks, and then they were greeted by the face of a woman with platinum blonde hair. It matched Daphne’s own hair. The woman’s dark eyes scanned over both of them, and just as Eddie went to step forward she slammed the door in his face. 

Daphne furrowed her brow in confusion, thinking maybe they were at the wrong apartment offhandedly as her eyes wandered from the door to the rundown halls of the building. The beige paint on the walls was peeling and the carpet they stood on was covered in stains. It looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in ages, and the bearding had been thinned so much it was almost down to the mat. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a baby crying. 

The woman reappeared with an irritated expression. 

“Eddie, get in here.” Her voice was high pitched and almost whisper-like, but Daphne could hear the annoyance in her tone. Eddie stepped forward, Daphne’s hand still tightly in his. The woman shook her head. “No, she stays outside.” 

The duo looked at each other, but all Eddie could do was shrug. 

“Sorry.” He said, letting go of her hand. “Gimme a second, ‘kay? I promise you won’t be out here all day.” And with that he disappeared behind the old door. 

Daphne suddenly felt all too exposed in that hallway. She had no idea where she was, or who was in the building, and there she was standing in front of this door which likewise had people she didn’t know inside. She figured these were friends of Eddie’s, but the way the woman looked at her, the way she wasn’t immediately let inside… it filled her with an uneasy feeling.

Years later she would look back on this moment and she would beg herself to leave - to listen to that feeling and get as far away as possible. There was a darkness behind that door and she knew all too well that it would swallow her if she stayed where she was.

But she did stay. 

After a few minutes she sighed and sat down beside the door, bringing her knees to her chest so she could rest her head. She was tired, a late night before all of this really wasn’t a great idea. She could see the chipped, black nail polish on her nails and began to absentmindedly pick at it, hoping she could remove a majority of it and repaint them later. 

A few more minutes ticked by slowly before Eddie peeked his head out from the doorway, looking down at her with that boyish charm that attracted her in the first place. “Hey Daph, you can come in now.”

She let him lead her through the door into the dimly lit apartment. The walls were a turquoise color with white trim that was turning an odd shade of yellow. The lamps in the living room gave off a soft orange hue that made the place seem a lot cozier than its tenants. Now she could see the woman in full, and she wore a simple black dress with a red, cropped leather jacket. She was standing beside a man with long, dark hair, and his back was turned to them.

“So, yeah, this is Daphne.” Daph gave a small, shy wave. Eddie turned back to her. “Daph, this is Tiffany and-” 

The man finally turned around, his blue eyes meeting Daphne’s green and suddenly she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. His hair was curly, and it spilled almost perfectly over his shoulders. He wore a plain, white t-shirt that was tucked neatly into his black slacks. She found herself taken by his sharp jawline and perfectly sculpted cheekbones. He walked over slowly, hands in his pockets. 

“This is Charles. He goes by Chucky now.” She wished she never met him - truly she did. Yet, that day she found herself swooning over him. He hardly said a word to her the entire time, merely watching her with intense eyes as she listened to Eddie and sometimes Tiffany. 

Charles sat across from her in an armchair, and beside him on the arm of the chair was Tiffany. Daphne, at first, found Tiffany to be nice enough. She was outgoing and complemented Daph’s outfit, and she seemed enthralled with Eddie’s story of how he met Daph. The younger woman couldn’t help but notice he left out her age. 

Sure, her birthday was in a few weeks, but that didn’t change the fact that she was seventeen now. 

Eddie stopped rambling for a moment, looking at an almost zoned out Charles. “You okay over there?” He asked finally, snapping the older man out of it. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Charles began, his voice gruff. It nearly sent shivers down Daphne’s spine. “I was just thinkin’ Daphne would look great with red hair.” 

Tiffany’s eyes lit up. 

“Wait, Chucky, you’re so right!” She exclaimed. She hopped onto her feet and traipsed over to Daphne, taking her blonde, curly locks into her hands. “I can dye this for you if you want.” 

Daphne never broke eye contact with Charles. There was a look in his eye, something unreadable. It looked like he was encouraging her to say yes. She stumbled over her words. 

“Y-yeah. Sure. I’d like that.” She ripped her gaze away from him and met eyes with Tiffany, smiling awkwardly at her. 

She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She wished she left the hallway when she had the chance.