#but terry finds them fun and sometimes helps with pranks

[feelinsheepish]

These lil shits been keeping Terry busy all day.

Meanwhile Spring down here as good as gold <3

[teentitanimals]

Batfam on a MineCraft Server

idk man im just vibing

Bruce: He just wants to be apart of what his kids are doing from time to time, but ends up just having his kids kill him constantly and forcing him to live in a hole. Sometimes he pretends to be worse than he actually is, because his kids are having fun clowning on him :)

Alfred: They managed to get him to play once, on Bruce’s account, and they treated him like a king, building him an entire palace of gold and iron. Bruce was very confused when he logged back on not in his dirt hole prison.

Dick: He’s the average player, who enjoys building and battling equally. He often starts the prank wars, and always ends up losing them, but he doesn’t mind, because his family is bonding. He gets stolen from and griefed the most. He definitely had a mountainside house with a village he built underneath it, but he ends up abandoning it for an underwater base, and got upset when Jason blew up his old base.

Jason: He is, essentially, just a troll on the main MineCraft server. He exists solely to make his siblings’ lives digital hell. TNT is his favorite weapon, and he’s not too shabby at redstone. He excels at TNT cannons, but often finds they take too long to build. Despite this, he has a singleplayer world where he’s built himself a little hut with his wolf friend, and spends his time making the village under his care beautiful.

Tim: He purposely builds a dirt house, and proudly keeps making his house out of mostly dirt. Despite that, he has many redstone traps and potions in his Dirt Mansion. He is also the owner and admin of the main MineCraft server. He once hacked into Jason’s account and went onto his singleplayer world and destroyed a part of his village and hide his wolf after Jason blew up a redstone project he was working on for days.

Damian: He’s the type of person who claims to be a hardcore gamer, and will want as many overpowered items as possible to defeat the Enderdragon in a stunning show of strength so he can brag, but his fatal flaw lies in the fact that he keeps taming every wolf and cat he spots, and anytime any of them gets the tiniest hurt he drops everything to heal them despite reminding himself they’re just data. Somehow he ends up with an entire zoo of every animal he can get, and he ends up being more of a farmer than the hardcore gamer he wanted and claims to be. He also forced Tim to add a mod that allows you to tame Enderdragons.

Cassandra: She has fun just playing the game with her siblings, and her favorite part was finding the mineshaft and beating the Enderdragon. She participates in prank wars and ends up winning them 50% of the time. She’s never made a base, instead just taking a bed around with her. She once slept in a cave Bruce had been imprisoned in, right in front of his face.

Duke: He loves MineCraft, it’s one of his favorite games. He likes building, crafting, fighting, brewing, everything. He’s eager to play and mess around with his siblings’, and sticks around Cass and Tim’s sides the most. He’s joined Jason in blowing up others’ houses and Dick in starting prank wars. He wins the other half of the prank wars.

Barbara: Tim made her admin at the start, but she immediately started abusing the powers and messing around with everyone, including helping Jason blow shit up and blowing Jason up. Tim took away her powers, but he knew it didn’t matter as she just hacked herself back in. Luckily, she’s not on too often.

Stephanie: Switches between being Jason’s troll buddy and building herself a beautiful mansion without warning. She’s not the greatest builder, but she’s definitely not the worst. She also builds things and then blows them up, and then demands Tim go back to a previous save file to get her building back. Mostly just to annoy him.

Kate: Got invited to the server once and just kinda walked around, stole some stuff, and then logged off. She rejoined eventually and built herself a house and then logged off again. They wait for the day she joins again.

Carrie: She loves playing with mods and constantly begs Tim to add more and more mods. She has multiple separate servers of her own with different modpacks. She managed to convince Damian to join a server of hers that had a bunch of animal modpacks and they’re currently building a zoo. She also likes playing creative, even though she isn’t that good at the building aspect of MineCraft, but she tries her hardest, and has fun.

Harper: She begged so hard for Tim to make them play “The Floor is Lava” on the server that he eventually broke and did (creating a back-up first). They didn’t tell anybody, but suddenly lava started rising and all hell broke loose. Babs helped, and Harper hasn’t logged back on since Tim reset it back to normal. She’s waiting for when Babs hacks in and makes them play the Floor is Lava again.

Cullen: Really just wants to play normally, but knows its impossible. He made his house out of obsidian as much as possible so Jason couldn’t blow it up. He has diamond everything but Dick keeps replacing it with wooden stuff during prank wars and at this point he just lives with wooden tools now and doesn’t care. Jason still blew up his house.

Helena: She builds pixel art. That’s it. She’ll go mining with you and help you beat the Wither if you ask, but she just likes building pixel art. Also has an army of dogs rivaling Damian’s own, except she will actually use hers and doesn’t care if one or two dies.

Alina: She doesn’t like to go mining, she’s bad at fighting, doesn’t know anything about redstone or potions, accidentally hits bees and wolves all the time, but also has the most stacked gear. This is due to constantly asking her older brothers to give her items, or just straight up stealing them. When everyone figured out she was conning them, she logged off the server until everyone forgot.

Terry and Matt: The two brothers have their own two servers that they play on from time to time, one is normal survival, other is hardcore. They argue a lot as they can both be tryhards when it comes to the game, but they have fun together, so they don’t really mind.

[musekicker]

Core Burn

Korvo gets a parasite that causes a condition called core burn. The parasite is controlling Korvo, pushing him to destroy everything he loves.

Can his family save him before anyone gets hurt or because Korvo’s own core burns him alive from the inside out?

"Come on every one! The water park is going to open soon!" Terry called up the stairs.

Jesse, Yumyulack, and Pupa came down the stairs at speeds that could only be described as near sonic speeds. Nearly pushing each other down the stairs as they squabbled over who was getting downstairs first.

The replicates were dressed for having fun at the water park. Pupa even had on a pair of tiny water floaties on their arms and a inner tube around their waist.

Terry himself was dressed for the water park and had a stripe of sunblock on his face where the nose would be if he were human. A pair of goggles were nestled high on his forehead. He had no plans on using them. Terry just thought that was what people wore to the water park.

"Took you two awhile." Terry said.

"Yumyulack took forever picking out swim shorts." Jesse said.

"I needed to pick the right pair that send the right message. The message being that I'm cool and emotionally distant." Yumyulack said.

"How do you get that across in swim shorts?" Jesse asked.

"If you have to ask you would never get it." Yumyulack said.

Terry picked up the pupa who has gestured to be picked up.

The family was ready for the water park. 

Well, almost all of the family.

"Korvy come on! We're all ready to go!" Terry shouted.

Korvo came down the stairs, still dressed in his every day robes.

"Korvo! You're not even dressed for the water park!" Terry shouted.

The robed alien looked confused.

"What are you talking about?" Korvo asked.

"We talked about this last night! That commercial for the water park came on and I said we should all go there. And you said sure so here we are, getting ready to go to the water park." Terry said.

"You were serious about that?" Korvo asked.

"Yes, Korvo! I was serious. Since when am I not serious? ... About water parks." Terry said.

Korvo rolled his eyes.

"I don't know. The subject has never come up. Besides, why would you want to share the water with a bunch of humans who leave old band aids and who know what else behind?" Korvo said.

Korvo then glanced over Terry.

"And what is with those ugly looking shoes?" Korvo asked.

Terry gasped.

"I'll have you know these are named after a fierce earth animal." Terry said, gesturing down at his crocs.

Korvo was not at all impressed by Terry's claim. 

"Terry, we don't have time to mess around with going to water parks or wearing shoes named after Earth animals anyways." Korvo said. "We have a ship to work on fixing."

"Here we go again." Terry groaned.

"Do you even WANT to get off this planet before the pupa terraforms the planet?" Korvo cried.

"Yeah, of course. But we can't just focus on that all the time." Terry said.

"We could if you didn't hide the focus ray." Korvo said, crossing his arms.

Terry huffed and turned away.

"I'm taking the replicates to the water park. If you feel like being less of a grump you can come join us." Terry said.

Saying that, the rest of the family walked out the house, Terry slamming the door shut behind him.

Terry, the replicates, and the pupa gone,  Korvo stormed up to the lab portion of the house. 

He was fuming.

Korvo stomped the whole way to the attic section, intent on doing some work on the ship before he noticed there was a pile of mail set on the desk. Not that big a stack but still was clearly a couple days worth of mail.

Typical Terry. He hadn't even sorted through the mail.

He might as well do that now.

On top of the pile of mail was a package. Korvo picked it up and glanced at the shipping label. 

It was for him. 

That was very strange. Korvo didn't remember ordering anything though. And he damn well didn't know many people on this planet. So his getting a package was weird.

Who ever had wrote the address and name down did not have good hand writing. It was like a human child's scrawling crayon on a family restaurants kids coloring page.

More worrying, there was  no return address.

 Odd. That wasn't normal was it?

Korvo decided this could possibly some rude or gross prank by someone he or Terry had pissed off in the past. So without even opening it he tossed the package into the wire garbage can.

No need to risk opening what was something probably unpleasant.

The rest of the mail was just typical junk mail and bills. Nothing of great interest. 

"Back to being angry at Terry." Korvo said to himself.

He turned away from the desk to look for the ship manuals where he last left them.

The throwing away of the package was in fact a very wise plan. And if cardboard was a less porous material then maybe the trouble never would had began. 

Something, a red, gel like liquid dripped from the end of the package. Pooling at first at the bottom of the wire trash can it started to quiver. Then it started to ooze it's way out of the trash can. The across the floor. Inch by slow inch.

Korvo passed the gel twice, finding the manuals and needing to take two trips across the attic floor to bring the manuals to the desk.

It was on the second pass towards the desk that the gel latched onto his boot.

Korvo did not notice the gel begin to creep up his boot. He was too busy getting back to his work to even notice that the gel was there.

The moment the gel touched the skin of his ankle it seeped into his skin.

Korvo had not noticed any of this. He was trying to read the manuals. Key word was "trying".

He was getting distracted by thinking about Terry.

Sometimes Terry just made Korvo so angry. And sometimes he thought that they would never get the ship fixed in time.

Why did he let Terry indulge in all this foolishness when there were so many things that needed to be done.

Because he cared about him. Because he cared about all of them, that small inner voice said.

That didn't make his frustration with this whole ship situation any easier. Right now he was so mad he could feel it building in his throat. 

No wait, that wasn't anger. It was something else.

Korvo's eyes went wide as he felt a mass building up, ever growing. He felt the need to dislodge it. 

He broke into a coughing fit. For minutes he coughed and hacked, trying to dislodge the something that was stuck in his throat.

After all that coughing and hacking the mass finally, mercifully moved and ejected his body out through his mouth. 

It was a puff of smoke and ash that escaped his throat.

Korvo stared at the cloud in horror. He extended his hand, palm open to let the ash settle on it. Then he pulled his hand close to get a better look at the substance.

Yes, it was for sure ash.

At this realization he started to feel warm. Like his core was growing ever warmer. So hot.

Like burning.

Korvo's eyes went wide again.

"Oh, oh shit. Oh fuck." Korvo shouted

He understood what was happening now. 

But how?

A quick glance in the direction of where he had thrown the package away confirmed a suspicion. Someone with knowledge of what he was, had access to a sample of the parasite, and wanted to hurt him with it had done this.

Korvo was drawing a blank on who would have that knowledge and motivation. Right now it did not matter.

If smoke and ash was coming out it was too late. The parasite had taken root. And it soon would have complete control of his actions. 

He had to warn his family.

Korvo ran to the console to make a recording. A warning.

His fingers, inches from the record button. His hands were shaking and it took everything to get his fingers to flex. The parasite did not want him to warn his family. It would make it easier for his family to help him. To escape the parasites wrath.

He would not let the parasite hurt them.

With a burst of determination his palm smacked the button down. More then enough to start the recording.

Korvo gripped the console as he spoke, trying everything to stay standing. he spoke in a grave, tired tone.

"Terry, replicates, I have core burn. I don't know how but the parasite is there. I can.. can feel it starting to take hold. I don't have much time to record this message. So i'll get right to it."

Korvo shuddered, taking a breath before continuing.

"I will try to destroy you all. Not by my own choice. It's the parasite that is in control, I promise you. So whatever you do, do not trust anything I say or do. Do not get near me if you can help it. And be careful for any tricks or traps. It will try to kill you any way it can."

Korvo paused a moment to gather courage for his next words. But only a moment. 

"And.. if yo-you can't save me.... end me. " he said.

He ended the recording with another burst of determination. And then all his energy spent on fighting the parasite, Korvo sunk down to the floor. There was no more fight left in him.

Korvo breathed deeply and hacked up some more ash. It felt warm on his lips. Close to painful but not quite there.

There was nothing Korvo could do now but sit and shake as the parasite continued to become stronger and stronger. To use him like a puppet.

Korvo could only hope for two out comes.

Either his family saved him, or that his core would burn him from the inside out before he could hurt any of them.

[ramajmedia]

Every Brooklyn Nine-Nine Halloween Heist Episode, Ranked

When Brooklyn Nine-Nine aired their very first Halloween-themed episode in season 1, they unknowingly started a great trend and tradition that would be repeated every season due to the extremely positive response it received from the dedicated fanbase.

This quirky police sitcom is unique for many reasons, and one of them is the fact that they take their holiday episodes very seriously. Including the Halloween specials, Brooklyn Nine-Nine airs multiple other holiday-themed episodes every season, and everyone loves them for it.

The chemistry and lovable dynamics between the Nine-Nine gang mean that the writers of this sitcom are given lots of room to get creative with the misadventures their characters embark on in every episode. The Halloween Heists had a humble start in season 1, but the episode format became more popular than anyone initially imagined it would, and now the show is pretty much obligated to stick to the tradition.

Jake started the Halloween Heists as a way to try to get Holt to loosen up a little and have some fun. This worked and also brought out the captain's competitive side. Throughout the seasons, all the other characters have joined in on these extremely fun, entertaining, sometimes even mindbending heists.

Let's take a closer look at every Halloween Heist from each of Brooklyn Nine-Nine's seasons.

6 HALLOWEEN IV (SEASON 4, EPISODE 5)

The Halloween Heist from Brooklyn Nine-Nine's fourth season is actually regarded as the worst one. The episode wasn't really bad, but it seemed to fall short of the ones that preceded it. Every heist is iconic, but this one tended to feel a little lackluster to the fun that was had in the past. In Halloween IV, the detectives vie for the title of Ultimate Human Slash Genius, and things get intense pretty quickly.

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This episode is full of signature Brooklyn Nine-Nine silliness, and a complete unabashed wackiness that only this show can pull off. Beginning with Jake almost killing Scully with an airhorn and ending with Gina ultimately winning the much fought-for title, this episode proves that even a "bad" episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine is still super fun to watch.

5 CINCO de MAYO (SEASON 6, EPISODE 16)

Cinco de Mayo is the most recent Halloween Heist to take place at the precinct, and it's also the only episode of its kind to be named something other than "Halloween". Overall, Cinco de Mayo was a great episode, but due to the fact that it felt a little different than the past Heist episodes, it's not many fans favorite Halloween special.

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This season 6 episode primarily focuses on Terry's upcoming lieutenant's exam and his fears surrounding this big milestone. This is an important plot, of course, so it kind of took away from the usual light-hearted fun that the Halloween Heists typically provide. Still iconic, though.

4 HALLOWEEN, PART III (SEASON 3, EPISODE 5)

Halloween III was an action-packed, completely fun thrill-ride. Since it takes place in season 3, Holt and Jake are the main players, which allows some other characters to sneak up on them and join in the Heist fun. Like every Halloween episode, Halloween III provides all the insane tricks and hilarious gags that make audiences love this tradition so much.

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Jake and Holt split the squad into two teams, and everyone is dragged into the fun, even unwillingly. Halloween III primarily follows one main plot, and it does this so well. This show can have one focus for an entire episode and nail it completely.

3 HALLOWEEN 2 (SEASON 2, EPISODE 4)

In season 2, Brooklyn Nine-Nine was still finding its footing and developing its main characters. Relationships were forming and dynamics were being fleshed out, and since everything was still so new, the success of Halloween 2 is pretty impressive. Brooklyn Nine-Nine has always been somewhat of an underrated gem, and this was particularly true in the early seasons. In season 2, this series still had a whole lot to prove.

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Halloween 2 revolves around the second annual Nine-Nine Halloween Heist. At this stage, the Heist was still portrayed as an intense bet between Holt and Jake that gets taken to new, crazy extremes. This Halloween episode covered a lot of new ground and worked to further flesh out Jake and Holt's dynamic. As the two vie for the title and Jake insists that he can steal Holt's watch by midnight, we are also treated to some fun with Gina and her dance group, Floorgasm.

2 HALLOWEEN (SEASON 1, EPISODE 6)

The very first episode to spark the trend of the beloved Halloween Heists will forever be iconic. It was definitely the most simple episode, as it begins with Jake attempting to prank Holt by taking his Medal of Valor from his office. Holt is the unwilling participant in Jake's typical antics.

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This episode's plot was Jake betting the rest of the precinct that he could steal Holt's Medal. He eventually recruits everyone to help him, and once Jake is the ultimate winner, Holt's competitive side is revealed and the later episodes slowly morphed this elaborate prank into an all-out heist.

1 HALLOWEEN (SEASON 5, EPISODE 4)

The fifth Halloween episode will forever be iconic and will always hold a very special place in fans' hearts. This was no ordinary Heist, as Jake put a beautiful spin on it. The episode is chock-full of fun twists and turns and absolutely hilarious moments, but it's also one of the most emotional episodes of the series.

This episode was pretty close to perfection, from Jake making a bunch of Handmaid's Tale cosplayers infiltrate the precinct to Amy being the ultimate winner. When she finds the object everyone is searching for - a cummerbund - Jake encourages Amy to read the inscription, which says, "Amy Santiago, will you marry me?" This episode is undoubtedly one of Brooklyn Nine-Nine's best, and it is definitely a tearjerking experience.

NEXT: Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Jake Peralta's 10 Best Undercover Identities

source https://screenrant.com/every-brooklyn-nine-nine-halloween-heist-episode-ranked/

[mildlymaddy]

Tagged by @akai-coat (thank you <3) to ramble on about five current wips. So I guess I have to choose five.

Mind you I mean if we only talk about things I’m semi-actively working on, there’s probably less than that.

1. is obviously puppy/kitten lilo, in which Louis wakes up as a kitten, and Liam wakes up as a puppy, and basically they wreck havoc in Niall’s hotel room. I wrote a good chunk of it yesterday, and there’s still quite a bit to write, but I’m feeling way more confident now than I did two days ago. The puppy/kitten part is easy. It’s getting them to kiss once they’re back to human beings that’s probably going to take me the longest (even though I already know how I want it to happen).

They thought it was a prank, which Louis couldn’t begrudge them for. It would have been an awesome prank. He was a bit sad that he would never be able to do it now that it had actually happened. It just wouldn’t be as funny the second time around.

“I'll give them until tonight,” Terry, their new chief of security, said. “Then I'm calling the cops and putting their asses on the line.”

Louis hissed at him, safely sat in the hollow of Niall’s elbow. Terry took a step back, startled, and Niall started petting Louis between the ears to calm him. Two birds with one stone, Louis thought smugly, closing his eyes with pleasure and tickling Niall’s arm with his tail in a friendly way.

“I'm sure they'll be back,” Harry said from his spot on the floor of Niall’s hotel room. He'd been throwing a balled up sock for Liam to catch for the past ten minutes and Liam still hadn't tired of fetching it, his thoughts an uninterrupted stream of This is so fun Harry’s so nice Louis you should play too this is so fun!!

Louis stared at Harry intimidatingly, willing him to stop throwing that stupid sock, but Harry didn't seem to care. Louis was definitely going to throw up a furball in Harry’s ridiculous golden boots later on. As soon as he could figure out how furballs actually worked, at least.

  2. I’m also still working on the 3rd installment in the Another Man lourry verse, which is basically porn with feelings, in which Louis goes to Harry’s place a 3rd time and Harry more or less throws himself at him because he��s not about being subtle in this verse. The only problem I have is that almost all of it is written in my head but there’s barely anything on paper, so every time I trick myself into thinking it’s nearly done but it’s actually barely started.

“I didn’t get any cake,” Harry mumbles against Louis’s cheek, and Louis can feel his lips stretching into a smile as he adds, “Was kinda counting on me being the dessert, to be honest.”

“Oh, did you?” Louis teases, his heartbeat picking up so fast it gives him motion sickness.

“Yeah,” Harry whispers, before trailing his lips back to Louis’s mouth, one hand slowly fisting around Louis’s sweatshirt.

  3. I’ve also started a silly Narry fic about Niall helping Harry bond with his guitar, because what this verse really needs is some Narry, obviously. Probably need people to shout things at me to get me inspired, or for Niall to post more pics of himself gently cradling Ruby’s body.

When Harry shows up on his doorstep with a guitar case slung on his shoulder and a carry-on bag at his feet, Niall doesn’t ask questions. He didn’t know Harry was coming, hasn’t really heard about him in five months, but he’s not about to willingly jinx his luck.

“I’m putting together a proper band,” Harry tells him excitedly fifteen minutes later, both of them sitting on Niall’s patio, a glass of beer in hand. “And I wanna play too, at least on some songs. I want to really be a part of it, you know?”

“Singing lead is a pretty big part of the band, mate,” Niall says, even though he understands what Harry means. He always loved playing guitar during their concerts. It wasn’t about having something to do with his hands as much as feeling like he was an actual part of the cogs and gears.

“I’m still pretty bad, though,” Harry says, nervously twisting his bottom lip between thumb and forefinger. “I’m looking for a way to be more… you know when you look at really good guitarists and it feels like the guitar’s just part of their body? They don’t even need to look at their fingers or anything, and they get the sickest notes out, like the guitar’s… alive. That’s what I’d like to be like.”

Harry’s leaning forward, eyes shining with eagerness, and Niall feels himself getting a little hot under the collar, despite his better judgement. It’s just… been a long time since Harry’s looked at him like this. “Got your ambitions up, Hazza,” he says, clearing his throat when the words come out strangled.

Harry nods, then shakes his head, looking upset. “Yes, I know. But that’s why I want to get a better understanding of it all, y’know?”

Niall isn’t sure he knows. All he can think of is that thirty minutes before Harry rang on his door, he was lying naked on his couch with Ruby in his lap, just liking the way the cool wood felt against his cock. He hadn’t wanked or anything, he’d actually gotten a melody out that he was rather proud of, but he wonders what Harry would say if Niall told him the best way to bond with your guitar is to get stark naked.

He’d probably be thrilled, actually.

(actually I’ve got to thank you for this one because what I had was too short for a snippet so I just spent 15mn working on it!)

4. Then because I love angst I’ve got a little angsty no-happy-ending lilo, about how Louis’s dealing with his solo career and Liam’s happy family life. I started it on a day where I was feeling really bad, so I’m not sure I’ll ever finish it, but I’d like to.

“Want one?” Louis says, extending the packet out to him. He blows out a cloud of smoke, and Liam tries his best not to inhale. The key is in never slipping.

“Nah, I've quit,” he says. Louis throws him a weird sideways look, and Liam feels compelled to explain, “With the baby and all, I thought…”

“Right,” Louis says, staring straight ahead at the sweeping view over L.A.. “Guess it's different when you've got him all the time.” He takes a long drag on his cigarette, like a punctuation, and Liam wants to reach out, but doesn't quite know if he should.

He never used to second-guess himself when it comes to Louis. Maybe the hiatus changed things in more ways than one.

5. And, well, I still haven’t given up hope on ever finishing Take These Chances. I owe it to Lilo, really. I can’t leave them cold turkey when they were just about to finally shag. Honestly for this one I’d just like for someone to sit with me one afternoon and gently whack me over the head until I’m done writing it. I sometimes fear that’s the only way I’ll get it done. And yet, I’m so close to having the next chapter finished, it’s infuriating.

It would all have been perfect, if it wasn’t for the fact Louis’s thoughts could barely stray from wondering about what Liam was doing, turning everything else to white noise. Which was stupid, because Liam was obviously doing exactly the same thing as him, one door away.

Which made the fact he somehow missed Liam’s sly entrance into his dressing room all the more ironic. Louis sprung up from his chair the second he spotted him talking pleasantly with his mum. “Everybody out!” Louis shouted, drawing everyone’s gaze towards him. “I’ve got a score to settle with Payno here,” he added in lieu of an explanation, standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved in his pockets, rocking on his feet.

People rolled their eyes and started filing out of the dressing room, Louis herding them out with his arms outstretched, until there was no one left but Liam. Louis closed and locked the door, then took a deep breath. Moment of truth, then. He guessed it was a good sign Liam had stayed in the room, at least.

He turned around to find himself nose to nose with Liam. “Well hello there,” he said, trying for casual but his voice not quite matching the tone. It had been a long, frustrating day.

“I’m going to kiss you, alright?” Liam said, not bothering with small-talk, bracketing Louis’s shoulders with his arms, eyes fixed on Louis’s lips.

And there you go! Feel free to yell at me any time about any of these WIPs. I’ll be grateful, seriously.

Tagging @ferryboatpeak, @saysthemagpie, @queerlyalex and @1000-directions. :)

[phil-is-burning-blog]

Character Profile

Name: Phillip John Taylor

Age: 23

General physical description: 5′6″, blonde hair, pale green eyes, slight build, star tattoo above heart, devil tattoo on left shoulder, clover tattoo on inner right arm

Hometown: Gotham City

Type of home/ neighborhood: Suburbs, outer-city, quiet but with an under-the-radar crime component

Relationship status: Single

Current family: None that he knows of, Oswald Cobblepot (estranged brother)

Family background (parents, previous marriages, etc.): Foster child, grew out of the system

Friends: Jason, Mike (huge falling out)

Other close relationships: Valerie (”ex” fling), Terry (Ex girlfriend, deceased)

Relationship with men: Phil is an asshole. He’s all the time cracking jokes, but it’s mostly all in good fun. He’s a thrill-seeker and quite manipulative. He’s able to pressure the men around him into following his lead because they see him as “cool” and “dangerous.” Romantically, it’s complicated. He’s only had a few flings here and there but has threatened the lives of those that he slept with if they ever told.

Relationship with women: Phil is sexy. He’s rough around the edges but he has a good heart and according to Valerie, is “mean and clean.” His dirty talk could use a fair bit of work and he isn’t really looking for anything serious. He gets around and no one really has anything bad to say about him. He can be a bit pushy but will back off if told no.

Job: Unemployed, small-time drug-dealer

Dress style: Light gray jogger/sweat pants, dark red cut-off muscle shirt, white sneakers, a watch that’s too big for his wrist.

Religion: None

Attitude to religion: Apathetic

Favorite pastimes: Partying, smoking, drinking, sex, walking around his neighborhood, watching television

Hobbies: Reading comics, playing video games, watching and criticizing movies (especially horror), guitar, playing cards, shooting

Favorite sports: He doesn’t really give a damn about professional sports but he can be caught shooting hoops sometimes.

Favorite foods: Anything fried or sweet. He has a sweet tooth like no other. He loves candy. Hot Pockets, instant mac‘n’cheese

Strongest positive personality trait: Phil has a big heart. He truly cares about his friends, even if he does joke around with them a lot. Once he’s able to trust you, he gets soft and can be rather sweet.

Strongest negative personality trait: Phil also has a quick and nasty temper. The littlest thing can set him off and when he’s angry, he’s impulsive, usually doing things he regrets. He is terrible under stress.

Sense of humor: Juvenile, involving pranks and name-calling. Usually at the expense of others.

Temper: Horrid. Phil is quick to anger and extremely impulsive. His antisocial personality causes him to throw a bit of a fit...along with the table.

Consideration for others: He truly does care about his friends and he worries about their well-being. He will apologize a thousand times if he thinks he’s truly hurt someone and will try to make it up to him/her.

How other people see him/her: Mean, short-tempered, funny, sarcastic, dangerous, cool, mysterious...someone to remain on good terms with and stay on his good side.

Opinion of him/herself: Well-liked, good fuck, funny, life-of-the-party, cool...lonely, scared, small, angry, depressed

Other traits, especially those to be brought out in story: Phil is terrified of the gang he’s gotten himself involved in. He cannot seem to find his way out and knows that if he tries, he’ll die for it. He’s always asking for money to keep his higher-ups sated and is in debt with several of his friends. This desperation and fear has caused him to do many stupid things, such as rob stores and cars. No matter what he does, he only digs himself deeper into the life of a criminal.

Ambitions: To get out of the rut he’s in, move far away, and possibly own an island for some reason.

Philosophy of life: As long as you keep those above you happy, you’re invincible.

Most important thing to know about this character: Phil needs help. He’s extremely lonely and scared for his life, so this may cause him to be a bit snappish and jittery. A life of dangerous crime paired with un-diagnosed Antisocial and Borderline personality disorders leave him in a very difficult position that he does not want to be in, nor did he choose.

Will readers like or dislike this character, and why? It really depends on how much good you like to see in a character. On the surface, readers may not like Phil at all. He can be mean. In fact, he’s a fucking dick most of the time. But all it takes is one person to recognize his potential and truly show him that they care. Personally, I believe he’s worth it. He’s lovable.

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morning comes, sometimes with a smile, written for @hedwig-dordt. Title from “This Old Love” by Lior because it’s one of my 209 sciles anthems. Featuring: college Scott/Stiles friends to lovers. Rated G.

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Stiles is lying on the couch, snoring. It’s a persistent hum and then a snort, kind of like a bear with a party whistle between its lips. His legs are dangling off one of the armrests, his head is close to the floor. He’s hugging his bed pillow against his chest, even though he appears to only be wearing a thin tank top and his boxers. He’s a human disaster.

The swell of affection Scott feels in that moment blindsides him.

He doesn’t want to wake Stiles up. He needs the rest, has probably been up all night studying – and likely none of it for his classes – but Scott has the strongest urge to touch him in that moment. To drag his fingers through Stiles’ hair, to settle behind him on the couch and cradle him in his arms. To press his lips against Stiles’ bottom one and suck.

He has no idea where it comes from and chooses to ignore it, going into his room and starting on a history of biology paper that’s due in 3 weeks.

Scott’s good at compartmentalization, good at pushing down problems until they go away. Except this isn’t a problem, so he finds himself thinking about it. It was probably gratitude that he has Stiles with him at college, that they’re getting to lead relatively ordinary lives, for a given value of ordinary. Stiles is learning Gaelic and Old English, and Scott meets with a neighboring pack every month, as well as them both in constant contact with Beacon Hills. But. Well. They are also engaging in the typical college experience of parties, study sessions, ill-advised pranks and eating their weight in ramen. Plus Scott hasn’t had a villain front up to him in at least four months.

So, yes, Scott chalks it up to gratitude and leaves it at that.

Unfortunately that doesn’t explain the low stab of pain he feels when they go to their friend Carter’s party and Stiles starts dancing with the world’s hottest guy. Objectively, Scott should be happy for his friend. That’s his default state, especially when it comes to Stiles. Stiles is clearly having fun. He’s doing some kind of slide wriggle movement that’s as dorky looking as it is weirdly hot, and he has the rhythm of the music in his bones. Subjectively, Scott has little daggers working into his stomach lining and it’s taking a lot of self-will not to go and rudely interrupt.

Scott’s felt possessive before. Hell, he’s even felt possessive of Stiles. This still confuses and surprises him. He asks Cleo to dance with him and purposely doesn’t spend the entire night staring at the back of Stiles’ head. No, sometimes, he finds himself staring into Stiles’ happy-looking eyes.

“I like partying,” Stiles says as they stumble back to their shoebox apartment. Stiles is stumbling. Scott’s propping him up.

“I know you do,” Scott replies, because this is the ninth time Stiles has uttered this phrase and maybe he’s been waiting for more of a response than a hum.

“It’s just… you get to feel free. Like your soul’s singing. And vodka. Vodka’s great.”

“I’m sure I’d agree if it worked on me.”

“I looked up a spell once to help you but they all had horrific consequences,” Stiles admits, bungling the word ‘consequences’ four times before he gets the pronunciation correct.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“But you had fun anyway, didn’t you, Scotty?” Stiles asks. He’s swiveled until he can look in Scott’s eyes, and he does so, although his gaze is a little hazy. He keeps smoothing his hands over Scott’s shoulders, the warm touch causing frissons of delight up and down Scott’s spine. “It’s important to me that you have fun.”

“I did,” Scott lies. “It was great not thinking about grades for once.”

Stiles pouts at him, stares at his mouth, then back up into his eyes. “Okay. But tell me if you hate it, because I won’t go to no more parties if you do.”

Scott spins Stiles back again, slowly so as to hopefully avoid nausea, and pats Stiles on the back. “All right, buddy, I’ll let you know if that ever happens.”

Scott now has two pieces of evidence that his feelings for Stiles are different from how he thought they were. Not deeper. Not more. Not of greater importance or value. But different, for sure. And the thing about Scott, the thing that so many people underestimate, is the fact that he is self-aware. He knows he’s deliberately avoiding examining this too hard. He knows it’s because he’s anxious. He knows, but for now he’s choosing not to pull on that thread.

Stiles is making a meal that doesn’t appear to have any form of noodle in it when Scott gets home from a tutoring session he had with Terri, a high school freshman from the McAuliffe pack. He’s listening to headphones, humming to himself, swaying his hips, chopping up what smell like carrots as Scott stands back against the door and watches him for a while. Scott likes seeing him like this, relaxed and yet frenetic at the same time. It’s sappy, but Scott thinks he’d like to come home to this every day for the rest of his life.

Scott deliberately makes a lot of noise as he walks deeper into the room. They never sneak up on each other anymore, having learned from that mistake on a few different occasions. Stiles swings around, pulls his headphones off. He smiles – something Scott realizes he’s been doing a lot more frequently since they were sixteen – and wow, it’s a beautiful smile. Scott’s heart does a double somersault within his chest and he reflexively smiles back.

“What’re you making?”

“Soup!”

“That’s… okay. What made you wanna make soup?”

“I found the recipe in one of my books.”

The evasiveness is troubling. Scott bumps his hip against Stiles’, examines the ingredients on their small counter. “One of your primitive Irish books?”

“Yeah.”

“Stiles, is this magic soup?”

Stiles gestures to the counter, then to Scott. “It might be. I think it’s mostly vegetable.”

Scott doesn’t know what his face does, but Stiles grins wider, nudging his side. Scott revels in the closeness, tamping down his misgivings. He can see cabbage, carrots and other root vegetables, but nothing that looks particularly dangerous. Of course, Stiles hasn’t yet dug into his ever-growing collection of herbs.

“You need any help?”

“Wanna chop the parsnips?

“We only have one knife.”

“I mean, you have ten that come out of your fingers, but if you were only offering because it sounds good, then fine, abandon me in my hour of need.”

Scott scrunches up his nose. “You want me to use my claws? Isn’t that unsanitary?”

Stiles points at the sink.

It’s surprisingly easy, cutting parnips with his index claw. Scott’s slices are finer than Stiles’, a fact he proudly gloats about for another twenty minutes, as the soup goes on their camping gas burner.

“It’s all gonna be mush anyway,” Stiles rallies, eventually, hitting Scott with one of their couch cushions.

Scott grabs the other before it’s too late, swings it into Stiles. “You’re mush, anyway.”

“You make no sense,” Stiles yells back, and then the fight is on.  

They block, they parry, they swing. They fall onto the floor and tussle, Stiles gaining the upper hand because he doesn’t play fair. He sits on Scott’s stomach, legs bracketed by his sides. He’s flushed pink and his eyes are bright, and he bends down and presses a kiss to Scott’s forehead while ruffling his hair.

“Kiss me lower,” Scott blurts out, then wonders if he can die from embarrassment.

“What?” Stiles asks, still craned over Scott.

“You heard me,” Scott says, heart in his throat.

Stiles raises an eyebrow, kisses his cheek with a soft, lingering tenderness. Now, he’s just teasing.

“How long have you known?”

“That depends what you’re asking,” Stiles says, climbing off Scott and helping him sit up. He stares at Scott’s lips, flicks his gaze up, concentrates on them again.

“How long have you known that I want you to kiss me?”

“About thirty seconds,” Stiles says, sounding a little breathless. “How long have you known that you want me to kiss you?”

“About thirty days. How long have you known that you wanna kiss me?”

Stiles shrugs, licks at his own lips. “I would love to say thirty weeks just to keep the pattern going, but it’s longer than that, Scotty.”

“Then there’s no time to waste,” Scott says, closing the gap between them.

He telegraphs his intentions clearly, but he doesn’t think he had to. Stiles is meeting him with every movement, his expression open and trusting.

The kiss is sweet and involving and has Scott’s heart kicking against his ribs like a bass drum.

“Oh,” Stiles says, eyes wide, when they pull apart.

“I agree,” he says, standing and pulling Stiles up so they can check on the soup. He wraps his arms around Stiles’ middle as they look in the pot, tucks his hand into his waistband. The soup looks fine. The broth is still liquid and the vegetables aren’t looking quite soft enough.

Stiles spins in his embrace, leans against their small fridge.

“So this is us now?” Stiles asks. His voice sounds thicker than usual, full of emotion.

“You want that, don’t you?” Scott prompts. “I do, but I don’t wanna push you. So if you don’t want that –”

In answer Stiles pulls him in for another kiss.

He loves it, the feel of Stiles against him, soft lips brushing against his own. It makes him happy in a way he’d almost forgotten about. He’s in love. He’s always loved Stiles, and this isn’t more or more important, but it’s different. He’s going to focus on that for a while, on the differences and delights of this aspect of their relationship.

Stiles breaks the kiss again, but chases his lips a moment later. “I want this,” he finally says when his lips are pink and glistening and Scott’s are tingling.

Realizing that Stiles feels the same about him has warmth suffusing his entire body. Scott bites at his lip, smiles. The affection he feels in that moment is all consuming.

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What are your brothers like?

“My brothers, oh boy where do I start with them..I hope you’re comfy anon, because it’s story time. Ben and Terry are a couple of pranksters all the way to the bone. I honestly think that it runs in their veins, too. Although, it is mostly pranks towards each other, sometimes they put their devilish brains together and prank the whole house. One time they replaced my cane with an old broom and hid my cane outside. I looked like an idiot trying to find it. I was lucky Dylan saw where they put it.

Dylan is very musically inclined and sort of introverted. He doesn’t really like talking to people very much. In a way, he’s just anti-social. He somehow manages to form garage bands almost everywhere we move to. Whenever his bands practice they vibrate the entire house. He’s also very very fond of mosh pits at concerts. Don’t even get me started on the injuries he has gotten from doing them.

Anthony is a computer nerd all the way. He likes to play games like W.O.W and stuff. I barely ever hear from him because he’s always locking himself in his room. He’s just a big loveable dork though, he can make just about anyone laugh; even when they are in a horrible mood. He’s also very caring about just about anyone, he will always go out of his way to help someone if he sees that they need it. 

Then there’s mark. He’s more of the go out and do stuff, sports loving kinda guy. He plays on almost all the school football teams when we transfer schools, and her even joins the soccer teams on top of that! It’s a miracle he has any time to do anything, but he makes it work. He is the most protective in the bunch. If he feels like he can’t trust you yet, he will keep quite an eye on you, almost to the point where it gets extremely uncomfortable for the person he’s watching and the ones around them. Once you get to know him, he’s really fun and amusing. All the girls seem to like him because they say he’s really good looking, but I think it’s just because they all want to date the ‘sports icon’ of the town or something stupid like that. 

All together, my brothers are a pain in my butt. At the end of the day, however, I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Family is supposed to get on your nerves, and that is exactly what they will do. Love them to death though...Don’t tell them I said that.”