#cuz hes so easy to draw so its easy to be happy with a finished drawing

[youarentreadingthis]

they have to wear the sweater when they don't get along

[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[seiko-e]

Last and final

Part1(hoshina x y/n)

*still no NSFW

*lazily written, so pls don't make your expectations high

*still long and easy to read

Gen narumi x y/n park (backstory in part 1)

Art by me(the girl is y/n or in other words, you)

After passing the test, you and y/n choi(hoshina fans) got separated, if only y/n choi also uses firearms instead of melee weapons, you two wouldn't have to be separated.

You were introduced by Eiji hasegawa, he led you to the captain's office, once you arrived you were surprised to see a room instead of an office, chips everywhere, stacks of manga, and a BED???

After a bit of nagging from vice captain eiji, you start to introduce yourself

"hello, im y/n park, im the new officer from korea, thank you for having me"

"stop the formalities, call me narumi, formalities don't really matter here in 1st division, what matters here is your abilities and skills"

fascinated and pressured, you salute and he bonks your head with his hands

"i told you to stop the formalities didn't I?????!?"

"now that you've finally met, I'll lead you to your room" Eiji Stated

"NOW NOW ,GO, GO, i just got a game over because of this"

As you and eiji were about to walk out, narumi halts the two of you

"wait, you said you're a defense force from korea correct?"

"Yes!"

"no wonder why your combat power was high, also, the other one, i refuse to accept her, she reminds me of a certain bowl cut in the 3rd division"

"ah, i see.."

"and just so u know, i have 98.1 expectations from you since you're a defense force before, so its normal to expect something high, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOUR STRONGER THAN ME ALRIGHT, DON'T GET MY EXPECTATIONS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, IMM STILL STRONGER GOT IT?!"

Happy from this news you exclaimed "I WON'T LET YOU DOWN CAPTAIN!" And you left.

The next day, your training in korea and here were no different, both were challenging.

Overall your days here were great and normal, nothing much different in korea. But if you compare the strategies and way of protecting, here and in korea, korea was more on the sky and here in Japan was more on land, in korea, each officer used personalized jets and planes, if a jet starts to malfunction or on the verge of crashing, it releases the officer as they start shooting mid air, while the melee weapon user officers went inside the kaijus and destroy their core from the inside

Planes do mostly the same thing, however, they immediately deploy officers once they reach the target and leave the scene once finished deploying.

One day, on a kaiju mission, you somehow ran out of bullets, and decided to retreat and go back to where the others are, and unfortunately, a kaiju was in front of you, now both your back and front have a kaiju moving towards you, the only way left is the building.

Without hesitation you went inside and ran towards the rooftop while both kaijus are after you

As soon as you reach the rooftop, you jump, landing on the ground while in the high ground wasn't difficult since you had a personalized jet before

To your dismay, as soon as you land on the ground, another pair of kaijus appears, at this point you're completely surrounded, kaijus above, back, front, and one on every side, there is no way out

*i decided to just draw it at this point cuz i have no idea how to keep the same hype with this

Ok, i give up, want part 3? I seem to have a writer- block or idk what you call it, but i can't remember how to write🥹

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: none.                      

A/N: I did some research about Lasell University and their programs, and apparently students can study for 5 years in order to graduate with a master’s degree.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1559

GIF not mine, if its yours, please let me know to give you credit :) 

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Annie came back to the living room, where Jake was closing his eyes fighting to sleep.

“How about if we take a nap?”

The boy yawned and nodded, she held him in her arms and went upstairs to Jake’s room. She put him to bed, gave him his stuff animal and Jake yawned.

“Is you a liar?” the boy said rolling to his side.

“A liar?”

“Yes, like daddy.”

“Oh! You mean lawyer. No Jake, I’m a student and for now I’m gonna take care of you. Is that ok with you?”

Jake smiled and closed his eyes, she waited a little just to make sure he was truly sleeping and then headed back to the living room to work in the project.

An hour later Annie had finished her part and send it to Mark. She was about to send a text to his brother when she heard small steps coming for the stairs. He found Jake with sleepy gaze and his pants all wet.

“I’m soddy…”

“It’s ok buddy. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Da moster wants to take me” Jake yawned

“What?! Oh, no! The monster can’t get you, cuz I’m here and I won’t let him.”

“Daddy is gonna be angy.”

“Of course not Jake, your daddy loves you very much. I will tell him about the monster ok? But for now, you need a bath and a change of sheets.”

Annie bathed Jake and changed the bed sheets. She was about to leave the boy’s room when she saw the picture of a woman with a baby in her arms, a picture she didn’t notice earlier, the dark-haired woman was beautiful and seemed to be so happy holding her baby. She smiled and went to the kitchen to make dinner. They didn’t have much so she just make pasta with marinara sauce and mushrooms. While she cooked Jake was on the floor drawing something. It was 7:10 when the door opened.

“I’m back!” Jake jumped to his feet and ran towards his dad. “Hi, buddy! Did you have fun?”

“Yes, dad. Da moster…”

“Oh God. The monster came back?” Jake nodded. Andy walked to the kitchen with the boy in his arms, then put him on the floor. “Go watch TV, I need to talk to Annie.”

The boy ran, while said: “tell’im bout da moster!” and Andy laughed at his son.

“Did he wet the bed?” Andy said leaning against in the counter.

“Yes, he took a nap, and it happened. I gave him a bath and changed the sheets.”

“I should’ve told you about it. He has trouble sleeping, he crawls to my bed some nights because of the ‘moster’.”

“That explain the bags under his eyes. Don’t worry, is just pee. It happens more often than you think.” Annie smiled at him. “You didn’t have much in the pantry, so… Pasta!”

“Fuck, I have a lot of things to do.” Andy rubbed his temples and then his eyes.

“You know, being a single parent is difficult already, don’t make it worst with that kind of thoughts.” Andy smile at her words. “If you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna take off.”

“Wait. Just a couple of things. While you are here, your friends or boyfriend can’t come to the house. Understood?”

“Of course.”

“And about your payment, do you want me to pay you at the end of the week or per day?”

“Ammm on Thursdays is fine.”

“Perfect, I’ll pay you today and I’ll see you on Monday.”

“At 3.”

Annie took her things, and headed to the door to leave.

“Bye Jake.” she waved at the toddler on the couch.

“Wha? No, stay…pease!” the boy leaned against the back of the couch.

“I’ll be back on Monday, we can play then.”

“You pomise?”

“I promise. Take care of your dad, ok?”

“Ok!”

“Good night Andy.”

Andy looked at the girl walking to her car, Pam was right, she was perfect. And she basically told him everything he had found during his research, except for the Disney film, that wasn’t in the report. Andy walked back in, and went to the kitchen, served 2 plates and sat with his son in front of the TV.

“So, buddy, what do you think about Annie?”

“Your fiend is pritty.” a fork full of pasta went to his mouth.

“She is.” the image of her came through his mind.  “But you know, do you like her?”

“She is funny, and pritty and she don’t let da moster taked me.”

“You know, I was thinking that maybe, she can come and play with you while I’m working. Would you like that?”

“Like a mommy?”

“No…” Jake was so little to understand what happened with his mom, and Andy didn’t have the courage to talk to him about it, not yet. “…mommy loved you so much buddy, but Annie is just our friend ok?”

“Yes, fiend.”

Around 7:30 Annie arrived to the apartment she shared with Daniel, her boyfriend. He was in the living room, books on the coffee table and his laptop in front of him, while he typed quickly.

“Hi, love!”

“Hi, dove” Daniel answered without looking at her. “Where were you?”

“I had a job interview.” she sat on the couch next to him.

“Really? Where?”

“Newton, you know as a nanny.”

“Dove, you need to get a real job.”

“It is a real job! He wants me to be there 4 days a week, 4 hours a day.”

“He?” Daniel raised his brow paying attention to her.

“Yes, he. Mr. Barber is a single dad. I will take care of his son Jake.”

“Mr. Barber?”

“Yes, he is a lawyer or something.” she thought a little bit. “ADA!”

“Wait! You are gonna be the nanny of Andrew Stephen Barber?” Now fully paying attention to what her girlfriend was saying.

“Do you know him?”

“Well, not personally, but the news about his promotion were all over the campus. Apparently, he is the youngest ADA Newton has ever had.”

“You know sometimes I just think we go to different schools. Anyways I have to be there at 3 till 7, Monday to Thursday. And I have to learn how to cook cuz I have to make them dinner.”

“Babe that’s not being a nanny, that’s housekeeping.”

“And what’s wrong with that??” Annie stood up and walked to their room. Daniel followed her. “Besides we need the money, I can’t be depending on my brother all the time, he has a family.”

Annie knew Daniel hated when she worked as a nanny cuz he thought it was not a serious job, but for her it was, she liked to take care of kids. She saw this as experience for when she finally became a teacher.

“Dove, you worth more than that, you were born to be more than just a nanny.” He put his hands on her waist pulling her closer. “And I told you once I graduate, I will take care of you, you don’t have to work.” he gave her a peck on the lips.

“I can’t do that, I love my major, and I want to work. I won’t quit my major.”

“Of course not baby, I’m not asking you to do that. I will never do it. I just want you to know that I can provide everything you might need in the future.” She smiled and hugged Daniel. “Did you miss me?

“Yeah, a little.” Annie kiss him slowly.

“I need to finish that paper, but after I’m done I’ll come back to you. Promise.”

Annie was left in the room, sat on the bed and called her brother.

“‘Sup kiddo?”

“Hi, Tom, just came back, guess what? I got a new job as a nanny. You have to see this kid, he is so precious! And ammm the dad is kind of a hunk.”

“Hahahaha, I’m sure Daniel is not around, otherwise you would’ve never said that. Speaking of, how are things going?

“Good, he keeps saying he is gonna take care of me once he graduates, but…”

“You don’t want that.”

“I know he means well, is just that I came so far not to graduate or even tried to get a job as a teacher. I don’t think I can do the trophy girlfriend thing. Also, I’ve been thinking about doing the extra year, so I can have my Master degree.”

“If that’s what you wanna do, I’ll support you. Mom and dad would’ve been proud of you.”

Annie sniffed at the thought of her parents.

“Hey, I didn’t tell you that to make you cry.”

“I know, is just… I miss them.”

“I know, I miss them too. If you decide to take the extra year, just let me know.”

“Do we still have money?”

“Yes, I think mom and dad really thought this trough. And I’m saving the money of the rent of the house, just in case.”

“Thank you, you are the best brother ever. I have to go, I have to research some things.”

“Alright, good luck with the kid. The missus says hello.”

“Tell her I say hi too, and kiss Denisse for me.”

After the call ended, she grabbed her laptop and look for easy recipes to practice during the weekend, hoping she didn’t burn the kitchen in the process.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Dr. Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

So actually really liked this movie!! (Not like 2001 Maniacs, which I literally just watch cuz of Buckman, Boone and Harper) and I woke up today and had to write this! ^^ Also I LOVED Gage (A mean, sarcastic middle aged man?? I'm a little predictable haha XD) so I might have to write for him at some point ^^

Plot: As the clinic’s chef, making food for all the staff, live-in patients and visitors, it’s your job to keep them all full and healthy (Though you do slip and maybe give them a little too much comfort food, because the poor babes all need it). Its not easy, everyone has different dietary requirements, different tastes, and some don’t even want to eat they’re so scared…

But even harder then coordinating meals, though, would be taking care of poor exhausted, overworked Peter.

Warnings: Unadulterated fluff XD Can be seen as romantic or platonic ^^

It was late-late when the doctor finally rocked up to the kitchens- far past dinner time. Far past bedtime, in fact. But you knew he would be around at some point, so despite being tired, you had stuck around for him- you would rather make him something then have him crack open a pack of crackers for dinner. Besides, while you’re waiting, you can prepare breakfast for the next morning!

Peter sits down at one of the stools you usually sit at the peel potatoes, now, looking exhausted as ever, and you flick on the kettle immediately. He’s going to need a cuppa.  “Evening, Doc, what brings you to my office?” Your jibe succeeds in drawing a tired glare from him but your face is soft and warm, as you go into the pantry. “I’ll whip you up some mac and cheese, how’s that? You just sit there and rest up.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

~

As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, its like something clicks in his brain- and it’s not hunger. A disapproving frown slips across your face because you know this look on him- and you’re not having it. No, no sir. “Uh, sorry, I just realised something… I- I need to return to my research. Thank you for dinner, but- “

“No.” Shaking your head, you sit down a seat away from him and sternly offer the spoon to him. “Eat now, then finish your work. You didn’t even come for lunch today, so I know you haven’t eaten for hours- you’re not leaving this room until this whole bowl is empty, yes?”

He looks deeply offended at your blunt bossiness - you don’t know why, this isn’t a new thing, - and opens his mouth to argue, pointedly avoiding the spoon. “No. Excuse me, my work is very important and if I don’t return to it those kids could be scarred for their whole lives, Y/N.”

“I know that,” You say softly, carefully. Because he’s right, of course he is, but so are you. “And only you can do it- which means we need you to stay alive, and part of that is a healthy diet here.”

Peter’s eyes flicker to the bowl of cheese in front of him before giving you a dubious sort of look. Like, seriously? “Healthy, you say?”

With a dismissive shrug, you gesture towards him with the spoon again. “I put broccoli in it, you’re getting veggies. They’re just gonna taste like cheese, though- because I’m a master in the culinary arts, sir.” You wink. “That’s why you hired me.”

Finally he gives a sigh and an eyeroll, and takes the spoon. “Fine, but may I have a notepad and pen, so I can write down what I need to do??”

“Nope,” You shake your head, resting your arms on the bench. “You’re gonna make conversation with me. Its good for you to socialise, and I promise- I’m a sparkling conversationalist. I may not get all your mega-brain science-y stuff, but my head-nodding abilities are superb.” And, also, you are just determined to get him to settle for a while. No work talking, no work thinking, no work full stop. For an hour, at least! You would be happy with an hour- more, would be fantastic, but you’re working on realistic goal setting here.

… When Peter just groans and starts his dinner, you smile. Hurray! No argument!

Only after he’s had a few bites, you pat his arm quickly and settle yourself facing him; At attention. “So, tell me- “Spoon halfway to his face, he stops; Raising his brows at you. You flash a grin, back. “What’s your favourite colour?” At this he full-on deadpans, making you elicit a little laugh. “Come on, now, I’m not teasing you here- I don’t know it!” And it wouldn’t hurt him to think about shit that doesn’t matter, a little.

“Black.”

Oh, bullshit. “It is not- and that’s not a colour.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, pink.” A warm smile spreads across your face, at that, and you nod while you let him eat some more.

“Alright cool, pink.” Picking up your tea, you go to take a sip before stopping short and glancing at Peter over the mug. “Like- innards, and stuff?”

That startles him, in fact you think that if he were drinking something at that moment then he would have choked. “No, not- “Setting the arm with the spoon down on the bench, he sets you with a stern look. “Like a softer pink then that. Like… a powder pink, actually.” He shrugs, returning to his mac and cheese.

“Hm, that is a nice colour.” You think out loud.

“What’s yours?” Peter asks, and you’re pleasantly surprised by him- he’s engaging!! You’re succeeding!

“Mine? Oh I guess… (Colour you like).”

“That’s a nice one, too.”

For a couple of minutes after that you stay silent, allowing him to eat more before you get up and uncover the bowl you have filled with setting dough on the other side of the bench. It should be ready, now. There are also 4 large pans ready to go in the oven when they’re filled, and a clean space next to all that. Humming, you chuck the t-towel you had covering the dough off to another bench and smile- looks perfect!

“Oh, what’s that?” Peter speaks up, and when you look up at him you see that he’s genuinely interested, straightened up to try and deduct what it is, or what it will be, for himself. You flash a smile, showing the inside of the bowl.

“I’m making cinnamon rolls for tomorrow! Figured everyone deserved a treat- “

“You think we always deserve a ‘treat’,” He rolls his eyes once again at you, but he’s grinning now.

“Hey,” You reply, sternly even so, a firm finger up in between you both and a grin across your lips as well. “You do.”

“Ha.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he turns away from you again as you turn to the sink, yourself. Okay, his self-image is the next thing you have to work on, you decide. For now though you’ll continue to work on him resting.

After washing your hands for a good 30 seconds, an idea occurs to you. And, taking a peak over your shoulder at the contents of his bowl, and seeing that it’s just about empty- only morsels remaining, you decide to go ahead with it. “Hey- why don’t you help me, Doc?”

“Wh- what?” Clearly he was already thinking about work again, returning to the drill in his mind, but you’re not having that - it’s only been 20 minutes! - as he looks to you a little startled. “You want me to what?”

“Help me! Its not that hard- c’mon, roll up your sleeves, wash your hands, and stand here.” You point to the spot next to you by the wide bench, and stand there patiently- showing that you’ll wait.

Hesitantly, he looks slowly from his bowl to you. “Should I clean my bowl first?... “

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it later.”

“Okay… “

Surprisingly he does as he’s told without complaint this time around, before joining you at the bench. Humming, you reach up and flick a shock of white hair off his forehead. “Now usually I’d insist you put on a hairnet, but I think we can make an exception this once.”

Giving another rare grin - that’s 2 in the last hour, and you’re finding that your worn-out boss is actually quite handsome when he does that. Well, he was always handsome, you’re not blind, but considering that that he doesn’t do it often, he’s got a very nice smile, - he shakes his head. “Thank god.”

The joking tone in his voice causes what feels like a blip to occur in your heartbeat, and you give a little laugh as you turn to the task at hand. “Okay, so what you’re going to do is get yourself a good clump of dough… like this… “You show him the right amount, and hand it to him before collecting yourself a clump. “Now we’re gonna roll it out into a long strip- like this!”

After demonstrating the action with the rolling pin, you hand the utensil to him and go in search of another to use yourself while he copies your actions with the dough. When you return you find yourself realising how close the two of you are standing, after all you can feel his body heat, but shake your head at yourself. “Alright, done, what next? I suppose there’s a paste we have to use?... Ah.” He nods, seeing the bowl that you also retrieved from the fridge while you were grabbing another rolling pin.

“Ta~ Da~!” You sigh, peeling away the glad wrap to reveal the cinnamon paste.

“I see. Very good.”

“Of course.” Handing Peter a brush for himself and dipping your own into the cinnamon paste, you then paint your strip with a good amount of the stuff- nice and generous, so whoever gets this roll will be quite pleased in the morning at breakfast. He does the same thing, focusing a little unnecessarily on how neat it looks, but you know- whatever makes him happy. A little tidiness is not going to hurt- so, whatever! “Just like that! Then we roll them up so they look right, and set them in the pan…. There! All done. Only… 18 more of those.” You say, gesturing to the rest of the pan with one hand on your hip after you both finish. “For this pan.” You add also, gesturing then to the others.

Peter blows air out of his cheeks and widens his eyes dramatically at the job, before reaching to get another handful of dough. “Well then we better get on with it.”

It takes you both a little over half an hour to get them all done, all the while you chatter to him about whatever comes to mind that’s not work related - other pastries he might like, your family back home, movies you’ve watched recently and recommendations for him, books he reads just for pleasure, etc, - and he really gets into it! He even laughs, and it fills you with so much happiness you beam at him.

Then when all the cinnamon rolls and pasted an rolled up and set in the oven, he asks if theirs anything else he can help with and you shake your head, brushing flour off your apron. “Nope, its bed time for you.”

“… excuse you?” He asks you slowly, and you can’t help but wonder how long it will be until he realises that you’re always right?? Goodness gracious. “I’m a grown man, I can decide when it’s time for bed for myself I think- “

“No, you can’t.” You shake your head- the idea quite amusing to you. “But that’s why you have me- now, do I have to march you there myself?”

Giving a heavy sigh, he turns and heads towards the door. “No… you do not… “

“That’s a good doctor- oh.” You tease, unable to stop yourself quite in time. He stops himself though, hearing it, and looks around to see you biting your lips to try and keep from grinning. “… Sorry…”  

A flicker of a grin flits across his face then- not quite another smile, but something mischievous, something almost wicked, for sure. “You just wait until your next appointment my dear, then you’ll see what a ‘good doctor’ I can be.”

At this your jaw drops, a slight grin pulling at the corner of your mouth at the same time. “Sir!”

“Yes?”

“Are you teasing me??”

He gives a shrug, making those eyes round and innocent. “I’ve no clue what you’re referring to Y/N, I merely said that the next time you need me I’ll be sure to attend to your needs to the best of my professional ability. I would never tease… “

“Uhuh… “You shake your head fondly. “Go to bed, doc. You’re going loopy.”

“Yes, dear.”

~ The next morning Dr Andover is actually at breakfast with everyone else, rather then stopping by a little later for a pop tart or a piece of toast. Some people are surprised and some are pleased to see him there.

When you bring out breakfast with the finagled help of Bauer and Gage, you’re surprised too to see him there- and pleased. You flash him a grin, a wink and a thumbs up like good job sir, I see you there trying.

“Ooh, pink,” Sarah smiles, picking a strip of delicious cinnamon roll off of her plate and noting the powder pink coloured glaze on top to the Doctor beside her. “Wonder why Y/N coloured them? It’s not Valentine’s day, or anything.”

“Oh, uh,” Andover grins at the roll he probably made, glazed his favourite colour by Y/N- causing Sarah to just about choke. Was that a smile??? She’s happy he’s happy, but- what in the world!??? “I’m not sure. Bit of a random choice, I agree.” He says, deciding not to explain - he himself doesn’t even really know why you did this, not that he’s complaining about the lovely gesture, - as he starts his breakfast.

“Hm… “Sarah hums, left watching the doctor in dubiousness, a half-amused grin on her face. “Yeah… “  

[auroralightsthesky]

Hey hope you are doing well so I'm a little late on this but I had an idea. Easy company and the reader going to a haunted house. Maybe with a little more focus on Toye and Roe with the reader cuz they are my favs :P

Oh dahling no worries, I'm more than happy to do this, sorry if this is really late in coming I had to pound out two research papers and do a full day at work. But either way, ya'll have asked and the genie shall deliver (lol).

This was a horrible idea.......a God awful, terrible idea.

"I don't think I can do this," you said.

"(y/n), honey we ain't gonna be there forever," Gene told you. "We're gonna do what we've gotta do and then head out in the morning."

Your face twisted into a terrified grimace. Of all the places in the whole of Louisiana, why did it have to be THAT goddamned place?

Castle Manor was clearly not a place you wanted to be, especially after hearing all sorts of terrifying legends and lore that would have scared the bejesus out of Marie Laveau herself.

You walked past the gates of the St. Louis Cemetery, your fingers curling around the pendant that bore an image of Baron Samedi and Maman Bridgitte. Though you and Gene had lived in New Orleans for years after his first two tours of duty, you knew that this place was a hotbed for spirit activity. It was a city built on centuries of bloodshed, criminal underworlds, the slave trades, debaucheries and terror. You could feel it and even see it every time you went up to Lake Pontchartrain for a weekend with Gene and Grandmere'. Even Gene could sense it too.

Through crowded streets, the two of you walked, the tantalizing smells of beignets coming from the doors of Café DuMonde while the bars and restaurants prepped their own meals for the evening and for the next day.

"Is Joe meeting us there?" you asked.

"Yeah, Toye said he'd meet us there," Gene told you, gripping your hand assuringly. "Don't worry, Father Maguire will be there to make sure nothing goes wrong."

You felt an overwhelming sense of dread as you and Gene approached Castle Manor with its imposing pillars and the swags of willow, cypress and drooping Spanish mosses hanging from the branches. Sure enough, Father Maguire was waiting outside with Toye.

"Took your sweet time getting here," Toye remarked, finishing off his cigarette before stamping it out on the ground.

"Are they gone?" Gene asked. "The whole family?"

"Everybody left a little over an hour ago," Father Maguire said, his thick Irish brogue creeping into his voice. "And all the better for it."

"And yours?" you asked.

"Betty's at the rectory with the grandchildren," he replied. "I'd have her help, but by God this is no place for anyone other than us. Be gettin' the shudders just thinkin about what's in there."

You and Gene both shuddered at the thought. "Alright," Gene said. "Let's get this over with."

Father Maguire had the three of you stand close by as he gave the blessing for the three of you. As soon as he had said the Our Father and the Hail Mary, it was go-time.

That same dreaded feeling returned as you entered the house, the heaviness weighing on your shoulders and growing worse as the three of you ventured to certain parts of the house. You didn't want to be anywhere near this place. Going up the grand staircase to the upper level of the manor was absolute torture as the past of the house began to flash before your eyes.

All through your mind you could see the frightening things that had occurred, bloodstains, the flash of a silver blade, the drawing of odd symbols on the floors and a terrible, ear-bleeding scream that sent a chill up your back.

"Love?" Gene asked. "Love you ok?"

"I don't know," you replied, the pain in your head growing worse. Perhaps it was a bad migraine......but no. No......this was far too dreadful to be that.

"Gene we've gotta get out of here," you said. "This is too....."

"AGH!!!!! SHIT!!!!" Gene yelped.

Quickly you helped him whip off his shirt while all along his back were jagged scratch marks, deep crimson and beginning to drip. You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but neither Joe or Father Maguire were without shock, their eyes wide and full of terror when they saw for themselves.

"God in Heaven," the priest hissed before crossing himself.

"Let's finish this," Gene said. "Once and for all."

The three of you stood together with your hands linked as you, Gene, Joe and Father Maguire went about the house, imploring whatever was there to get out and never return. Your voices thundered throughout the halls as you felt the thing's energy roiling, writhing as the prayers bound its power and the fear it projected. Once more, the verses of the Our Father spilled from your tongues like fire, hot and frightening when at the last word the window at the top of the grand staircase shattered as a huge, black shadow flew from the house, bursting into a bright flame as the rising sun outside hit it.

Out of breath and shaking the three of you were hit with a relief you had never known before. Months and months of trying to rid the damn house of that thing and it was finally gone.

Gene pulled you into a hug, his back still stinging a bit but relieved that it was finally over. Even Joe couldn't help but wrap his arms around the two of you. "C'mon," Gene said. "Let's go home."

The four of you went home, eager to be away from that place and to finally put it behind you.

[funkin-news]

ninjamuffin ama summary - 9/28/2021

you know the drill, purple text is me paraphrasing, everything else is direct (or almost direct) quote, FNF-related stuff only

Q: What is one common misconception about FNF or its development that you wanna clear up?

A: im not the sole creator, im not some sole director. Each of the boys have very important roles with the game. This isn't just 1 dude having tunnel vision about a game, its generally all us coming to similar conclusions on where we want to take the game and what we wanna do wit it

Q: why

A: because I love video games and I love newgrounds

Q: Do you or the team plan to go back and make the older weeks higher quality?

A: that will definitely happen. both for general polish, and things leading up into future weeks / story or whatever

Q: Why did everyone think Week 8 was gonna come out on the 22nd?

A: accidental "teases" (Dave's MC-related doodle), madness day, general anxiousness bc the devs haven't been sharing much

Q: What kind of QOL changes are being added in the future?

A: charting editor improvements is one

Q: What is the most insane, most likely impossible to happen person you would like to collaborate with, could be Funkin related, could be just a personal project

A: the girl reading this

Q: Is Cassette Girl week 8?

A: no

Q: Is there concept art for the characters, or did they look the same during development?

A: GF looks exactly the same as the first ever drawing PhantomArcade did. There's a few small lil variations for a good chunk the other MAIN characters, one day u will see all them

R: can you explain the old bf icon? or is it just a dumb placeholder?

A: just a cool ass lil icon evilsk8r did during the game jam weekend

Q: Are you letting yourself getting inspired by more different genres of music for future weeks?

A: i think that more a Q for kawaisprite, but that man loves music, and can and does get inspired by anything he listens to in regards to music

Q: Why has the team been so silent about update progress?

A: They do better working in silence than hyping things up; when Week 6 was teased working on it became really stressful for them. Also, element of surprise

R: but youve been silent abt week7 on desktop for months, half a year. & week 8 is like….. nonexistant

A: week 8 isnt nonexistant, we just absolutely do not want to talk about it whatsoever. i said all the week 7 stuff will come with week 8 update

Q: what do you genuinely think about the people thinking you guys scammed people out of $2 million? just curious is all, i’ve seen lots of people talking about it rn

A: i think people are a bit wary about kickstarter, and makes sense when people's coin is on the line. if u want a breakdown of what we used KS coin so far, we spent maybe 2K of it on some development stuff we needed, most other expenses been paid from our savings / donations, etc.

Q: When does the OST come to the backers?

A: Kickstarter vinyl OSTs still need to be manufactured, which would take at least 6 months because of a global PVC shortage, completely out of our control. what is in our control is that we also still need to finish up and finalize artwork for it, the boys wanna make it all perfect. Same goes for CDs, but those should be done way sooner

Q: You got a date range of when Tshirt / Poster / or Pin surveys will be out by any chance? 👀

A: kickstarter tshirts / poster / pin stuff have been coming along nicely and hopefully those surveys should be coming soon, prob next few weeks

Q: Do you guys think you'll experiment with other artstyles in future weeks?

A: yes, cuz we've already done that (week 6) theres a lot more where that came from

Q: if you could isolate one part of the game and say it’s your favorite what would it be

A: the fact that FNF is our pure creative vision, with absolutely nothing getting in the way of that. Open source free Newgrounds rhythm game with crazy zany kawaisprite music, and stylish and charismatic animation and art style. and game been successful because of all of that.

Q: what do you think about people compiling the full ass game and playing it without paying anything

A: that makes me happy

Q: what do you think of all the mods and stuff people has made about your game

A: mods make me happy

Q: any inspiration from doki doki literature club for the weird stuff in week 6?

A: no, but some of the cool lil programming things DDLC did do interest me

Q: How do we know you're working on the game

A: you don't, and really it doesnt matter all too much. we being productive and things are moving forward, and people not believing that doesnt change that

And now, a speech:

i think trying to focus on keeping hype and keeping game popular can very easily be hollow. We have no worry about trying to keep hype or relevancy or anything like that. If FNF popularity shrunk to 0.1% of it's size, we'd be content, cuz that's still like 1000% more than before

"before" referring to anything we did before FNF.

you can lose success just as easily as you got it, and for FNF, it got successful INCREDIBLEY fast. With that in mind, it's just the nature of things if it all loses relevancy.

So far FNF doing good through the year, but if it wasn't, it's no real sweat off our back.

Although it's uhhh easy to look at it that way from our perspective. Get back to me and see if my thoughts on this has changed if FNF is forgotten from all memory.

Q: will there be a sequel to the full ass game? Like 'the full a2s game' or something clever like fast & furious movies do

A: friday night funkin: tokyo drift

[peachyaone]

Stay with me

"Hey! So i finally thought of one sorry for the wait 😂 but what if the roles were reversed? Like credence is a wizard or whatever and y/n was living with Mary Lou and credence rescues her and helps her? It’s just a thought 🤗"

Hope you enjoy it!😊

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

It was a cold December evening. Not a ray of sun wondered about waiting for the dark clouds to draw a thick grey curtain over its depressing hues. Sharp ice lay where snow could not reach not leaving a fraction of uncovered ground. The cold had already eaten its way into the very core of the young lady huddled in the thin clothes holding a little less than twenty flyers. (Y/N) stood as her body shaking uncomfortably in the cold. The freezing air bit at her flushed cheeks but she lost the feeling in her body some hours ago. She had to hand out all the flyers before coming inside to the cuts and scars reminded her of the horrible beatings she received every single day.

All of the other children had either needn't been given anything to hand out or throw the flyers into the wind letting the brisk breeze carry them far away. To be honest, (Y/N) would've done the same, in fact, watching the pieces of paper fly away far from her trembling hands would've satisfied her but the shouts and screams from the previous children warned her not to even think about it. Only one single flyer had been taken from his cold clutches then tossed to the ground to be trodden on into oblivion. By this rate, she would surely be punished, badly.

Another powerful gust of wind harshly blown against her freezing skin. As much as her body ached in pain, she curled up tighter. The only limb that reminded untucked was her arm. Outstretched, holding a single flyer as it desperately flapped in the wind, prying for release.

A body suddenly collided with hers. (Y/N)'s thin frame and shaking legs caved below her sending him into shards of ice littered across the ground. Her arm took the most of the impact having slammed into the pavement, his hip also bearing the same blunt force. The man who sent him hurdling to the floor paid no notice only muttering 'whore' under his breath and walking onward completely unaffected straightening his expensive winter coat. Mary Lou walked towards her and said, " You're pathetic, you know that! You can't even give these out in time! I'm done with your disobedience. You, are going to give these out and don't think about coming back home tonight, understand?" (Y/N) hesitated. "UNDERSTAND?!" Mary Lou shouted. Passerbys continued walking as if nothing happened. "Yes, M-Ma...." (Y/N) stuttered. Mary Lou stalked away, muttering profanities under her breath.

(Y/N) sobbed, curling into a ball. At this rate, she's not gonna make it through the night. The flyers were dancing in the wind as they blew away by the wind. She flinched when she felt a familiar hand made contact with her ice-cold body. She felt herself being pulled into a warm, strong body. When she looked up, she saw a boy with a noticeably gentle, brown eyes.

"Credence? W-What are you doing here?" She asked him as she watched him took off his blazer and wrapped it around her. He looked down towards her, blushed slightly. Something, she noticed, he always did when he looked at her. He looked at her hands and frowned a bit. "She made you do more, didn't she?" he whispered. She slowly nodded." Uhh... Credence?" she said. "Yeah?" he said. "M-Ma kicked m-me out of the h-house tonight. I w-was wondering... I was..." She trailed off and looked down again as if what she was going to say was shameful. He gave a soft smile in return. "(Y/N), if you want a place to stay for the night you are more than welcome, you know."(Y/N) glanced back up at him again before nodding. "If you wouldn't mind.." He gave a soft chuckle and helped her up, he noticed that she could barely stand up. He placed his arms around her back and around the bend in her knees and lifted her up. (Y/N) lets out a little yelp. (Y/N) looked up at him, and he noticed the faint trace of fear in her eyes. Something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't seem to place what it was.

*time skip to the Goldstein's place cuz he stays there*

"Come on in (Y/N)." She nodded to him and shuffled past him into the doorway. Stopping just enough for him to close the door, but not leaving the entryway. Thank God, they weren't home. "(Y/N)? Do you want to take off your shoes?" She looked at him for a moment and then nodded again.

"Okay." Credence smiled softly at her and moved past her bent form.

"When you're done just wait on the sofa. I'll be right back." He said as he moved from the living room into the small bedroom. Luckily, Queenie has extra pajamas that (Y/N) could borrow, she wouldn't mind, right? When Credences walked back into the living room, with a fresh towel and clothes, He expected to see (Y/N) sitting on the couch. However, he was surprised to see her standing perfectly still in the middle of the room, looking around at the various knick-knacks that adorned the walls and shelves. He watched her for a moment. Fascination overtook as he studied her face. Wide eyes looking around in fascination, a soft blush adorned her cheeks and her (h/c) locks framed her face. (Y/N) really did seem like art in human form. Blinking, he snapped out of my daze and cleared his throat. (Y/N) was startled and he noticed the small flinch she gave before she turned towards me with her head bowed. "(Y/N)? I have some clothes for you, and a towel. Would you like to change?" She nodded to me again and when he walked over she opened her arms shyly to take the objects. Slowly, as to not startle her again, He placed the soft fabric in his hands and took notice of the intense coldness of her fingers. An involuntary shiver made its way down his spine at the contact and he frowned. He knew she was going to be cold but her hands seemed more like ice than anything else.

"Thank you for the clothes... W-where.." He took notice of the slight hiccup in her voice and bit his lip. Something was definitely wrong but he didn't want to scare off the poor girl so soon. "The door on the right at that room. It's kind of small so I'm sorry if it's cramped. You can also take a warm shower if you would like, though Queenie only has some fancy products for soap." The offer was innocent and nothing too extraordinary, and yet as soon as he had finished his sentence (Y/N) met his eyes, a strange mix of tiredness and happiness mixed within them. "I-I.. can?" Smiling, he nodded and moved behind her. He put his hand on her back and gave a slight push towards the door, but instantly removed it noticing the way that she flinched as soon as he made contact.

"Of course (Y/N). Go relax. I'll cook up something food for you to eat, and make you a hot drink. Now go." (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder at him and attempted to give a weak smile before it deteriorated into a frown, and then moved towards the door and disappearing from his sight. As soon as she was gone he went into the kitchen and let a deep frown take over his once light features. It had been a little over an hour since (Y/N) went into the bathroom. The shower had been running for a long while and had just recently stopped. However, now there was nothing but silence in the apartment and a certain unease was making its way into Credence's mind and body. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the soup that he was heating up for (Y/N). Once the soup came to a boil he served up a small bowl and set it on the table next to a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He rested my hand under his chin and looked towards the door, debating whether or not to knock and see if she was doing alright. Just as he was staring intently at the door it swung open and he was left staring (Y/N) dead in the eye. After a brief moment of intense eye contact, he looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. Um here. I made you some stew, and hot chocolate. I thought they would help warm you up a bit.... Is that okay?" He spared another glance over to her and saw her watching him as he pulled out the chair for her. Nodding, he shuffled over to the seat and sat down. "This looks delicious, Credence. Thank you." She said. Her voice was barely above a whisper and as he took a seat next to her and watched her admire the food with a strange sense of awe. "Thank you, (Y/N) for saying it looks good. Now go ahead and try it. I don't want it to get too cold, that kind of ruins the point." She nodded eagerly and grabbed the spoon off the table before carefully taking a sip. She stilled for a moment and a sudden worry overtook Credence that she didn't like the food, but that worry was gone as soon as it came because in an instant (Y/N) had smiled. It wasn't a grin, and the smile was barely noticeable, but it was bigger than anything Credence saw her have before. In the few months that he knew this girl, all those times he had taken those flyers from her, and all those times he had gotten her food she had never looked as grateful as she did now. With abandon, she began eating the soup starting off slow and gaining speed as she continued. Almost as if he hadn't eaten a good meal for awhile. Credence frowned again at the thought as he watched her, but before he could think too much about it she looked up at me sheepishly. "Um... Credence?" he blinked and smiled at her. "Yes?" "D-do... do you.." She bites his lip and looked away from him at this point before taking a breath and looking back up. "Do you have more?" He blinked in confusion for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. "Of course I have more (Y/N)." Taking the bowl from her, Credence went back over to the pot and started dishing up some more food. "Though you don't have to sound so nervous about asking me for seconds you know." He teased her as he resumed my place and gave her some more food.

"Really? Ma.. always says that it's not allowed... so.."The easiness in the room seemed to have vanished as soon as (Y/N) spoke about her so-called mother. "Well in the Goldstein's house, seconds are allowed...." He bit my lip and decided to test the waters with her a little bit as she started eating again. "You act as though she barely feeds you ya know. I mean.. You seem really hungry and that last comment didn't sound all that great, (Y/N)." (Y/N) stiffened and put the spoon down on the table. "It's.. alright. She feeds us... but there's only so much food... and the other children need it.." She opened her mouth to say something else but shut it again before beginning to eat once more. There was now silence in the air and Credence could feel the rage in the room, all of it he assumed coming from him. He didn't know much about (Y/N)'s home life or even about her, but he did manage to figure out one thing on his own. Her "mother" positively hated her. he just wishes he knew how far the woman was willing to go because his worries were beginning to grow more and more the longer he knows (Y/N). Especially ever since he has seen the faint scars on her hands. He sighed and shook his head before getting up.

"Would you like some more, (Y/N)?" he asked softly, keeping his voice soft and light so he wouldn't ruin the peace that seemed to be more or less settled around them. She shook her head and reached across the place setting to get the cup. That's when Credence noticed them. The deep red marks that adorned her arm, the bruising that was only starting to show, and the older scabs that were cracking a little and bleeding. Without thinking, Credence reached forward and grabbed her arm, effectively yanking closer to him and making (Y/N) drop the cup onto the floor where it shattered. "(Y/N)...W-" Before he could manage to get out a word (Y/N) had ripped her arm back from him and held it against her body. The calmness that was once present on her features was gone now and instead full set panic was lacing her features. "I-I'm so-sorry. I-i broke... broke the c-cup." She managed to grit out as she stood from the chair and backed away from him. Blinking, Credence looked down at where the fragments of the cup were scattered about. "Oh.. Okay. It wasn't your fault anyways... um..." He mentally kicked himself for making such a stupid move and causing such a scene. "Um.. why don't you go sit on the couch in the living room? I'll clean this up really quick and be right out." She stood for a moment before all but bolting through the door, and away from the mess. Cursing himself under his breath, he pulled out the wand he had stashed away in his sleeve before utter a small enchantment. Within moments the kitchen was spotless and the once shattered cup was brand new and ready to use. Frowning, He looked at the wand in his hand and decided it would be better to not bring it out quite yet, instead he placed it on the counter under some towels and made his way out into the living room.

The sight before him was both beautiful and heartbreaking. She sat in front of the lit fireplace, and rather than on the sofa, she was sitting neatly on the floor. Her eyes were watching the flames dance, and fear was etched across her features. As if she was dreading whatever was going to happen next. Yet, despite the fear the flames were helping to enhance the natural beauty that was (Y/N). The flames were reflected in her eyes and helped light them in a way Credence can never even dreamed of. They were creating deep shadows that helped define her soft cheeks and jawline. She truly looked ethereal. Slowly, he made his way towards (Y/N). "(Y/N)?" She didn't look at him, but the way her face began tightening and the slight flinch showed that she definitely heard him. "I broke the mug... I-i'm sorry... I- I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice was barely above a whisper and as each syllable left her lips, I could see her eyes watering. "Do... d-do you want me... To leave?" Involuntarily, He answered her. "Oh honey no." Credence sank down onto his knees so that he was eye level with her while cursing himself for letting out such an overly friendly term of endearment. " Why would I want you to leave? You did nothing wrong. I was the one who made you drop the cup, and I was rather rude about grabbing you as well. If anyone should be mad at another you should be mad at me." He told her. It was the truth, but rather than calming him down it just seemed to make things worse for her. "No! I could... I could never be mad at you. Not after all you have done... and.. You're the closest I have to... to a.. f-friend... " Her eyes were getting red and even more watery by this point. "I couldn't be mad at you..." Credence watched her for a moment. He just sat there watching her, wondering so many things. Did she really consider him as a friend? Was she okay? Why does she want to cry? And most of all... How can she look so beautiful even as she's in mid panic? Without him realizing, (Y/N) had slouched down and turned her head towards the floor.

Seeing her in such a position, a position that forces someone to be small made his decision for him. "(Y/N), as your friend... can I ask you something?" There was no verbal reply but he saw the slight nod that she gave and continued. "Does your mother...well. Does she beat you?" At this, she snapped her head up so that with her body still slouched he was looking up at me. This time there was no doubt that there was immense terror in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, yet as she did so nothing came out. She seemed to be in the permanent state of stillness. "She does... she... that's what those marks are... and she does beats you with something right? " Credence tried wracking his brain. Trying to think of all the horrible possibilities, but as he continued to think the sickening feeling in his stomach was growing and he wanted nothing more than to wrap up the girl in front of him in his arms. She once again snapped him out of his depressing thoughts with her voice, raspy from holding back all the tears but only a whisper. "Belt... the belt..." (Y/N) managed to get out. As soon as Credence heard the words, he could almost paint the picture in his head. The gruesomeness of it all had him feeling sick, and just imagining (Y/N) in that position made him worried and sad. Tears had begun streaming down his face and were only brought to his attention when a confused gasp reached his ears. He met (Y/N)'s eyes again and saw confusion mix in with the fear and panic. "Why... why are you c-crying Credence... why?"

"Can... can I touch you" He spoke. meant it as a question, but between his crying and the fear he had for her, it almost sounded like begging to him. It must have sounded the same way to her because she gave a dumbfounded nod and just continued to stare at Credence. Cautiously, he reached his hand forward and cupped her face, running his thumb across her cheek feeling the smooth and cold skin. God, how was she still cold. "You... you don't deserve that. Oh god honey you don't deserve that. Someone as beautiful and kind as you shouldn't be treated so horribly.." he whispered to her. At this point, Credence didn't even know what he was saying. He was simply trying to express to her the way that he saw her, the way that he felt about her. "I wish I could help you. I wish I could stop it. I'm so sorry I can't do more for you, honey." By this point, the tears were blocking his vision and he wiped them away. "Look at me. I shouldn't be the one crying. If anyone should be it's you. I'm sorry, (Y/N)." She pulled her hand away and folded it in her lap, trying to ignore everything he just said and did. However, it seemed that (Y/N) had different ideas. Only a second later Credence felt something cold wrap around his hand. It was (Y/N)'s. She brought his hand back up to her face and leaned into his touch ever so slightly. "Please. Can you.." Just like earlier, she tried to express she wants, yet she couldn't seem to be able to voice them as she wanted. Credence answered her with a nod and brought his other hand up to her arm. Credence glanced at her for any sign of disapproval, but when he saw no change in her demeanor. He raised the sleeve slightly to look at the angry, deep cuts that adorned her, pale arms. Shakily, his hands traced over them, light as a feather so he would not cause her more pain. Eventually, he couldn't stand to look at the marks anymore and turned back his sight to (Y/N)'s face.

She had her eyes closed as she held his hand against her face, and Credence could see her screwing them shut tighter. Trying and nearly failing at keeping the tears from falling. At this point, his hesitation was gone and he brought his free hand to cup the other side of her face, effectively making her open her eyes and look at him. He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead in a feather soft kiss. When he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, Credence knew that she had finally reached her breaking point. Without any words, (Y/N) began crying. Slowly at first with only one or two falling, but gaining speed and in only moments she was sobbing and clutching onto Credence's hand tightly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from his and moved it behind her neck, pulling her down with him until his back was on the floor and she was laying on top of him with her face buried in the crook of his neck. For hours they seemed to stay like that. It wasn't until she had stopped sobbing and was sniffling that she moved, though not by much. She shifted her weight to the side, tangles her legs with his and laid her head on Credence's chest. He preoccupied one of his hands by playing with her hair and the other was holding onto her arm which was draped across his body. "Thank you... Credence.. thank you.." She whispered to him weakly. Her voice was hoarse and had gotten drowsier so Credence knew that at any moment she was going to fall asleep. Pulling one arm away he grabbed a pillow from the couch and laid it under his head before settling back into position. "Always (Y/N). I will always help you. And comfort you... just stay with us, okay? Don't stay with that horrible woman anymore." Credence whispered back as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. She sleepily nodded, he was barely able to make out the faint smile that graced her features before he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest signaling that she finally had fallen asleep. Looking up towards the ceiling he gave him a soft squeeze and closed his eyes. "I love you (Y/N)." And then Credence let sleep take him as well.

*Bonus ending*

"Tina, isn't that (Y/N)?" "Yeah, I think so." "Look how cute they areeeee!" "Queenie, Shhhh! They're asleep!" "Okay, okay, just can I take a picture?" "If you'll give me a copy, sure"

[natsunoomoi]

Holy crap. So like with the previous post I was thinking about Fushigi Yuugi again and kind of checking up on what was up with Byakko Senki cuz I haven’t checked on it in awhile and it looks like it’s on hiatus right now and she’s working more on Arata Kangatari, which is cool cuz I thought she finished that, but I guess not and she just took a break to like finish Genbu and do Byakko or something.

But also I was scrolling through her Twitter to find that she is really into this Chinese movie “Legend of Luo Xiaohei” and so I was checking that out cuz so ironic that Japanese mangaka that got her big break writing manga about an ancient China setting is interested in a Chinese movie. So just looking through her Twitter thread and apparently she found out about Luo Xiaohei from watching a CM while watching Modao Zushi. LMAO It’s amazing, but this situation just feels like an ouroboros eating itself because I have a high suspicion that her work on Fushigi Yuugi imported into China back in the 90s was probably a huge influence on Chinese creators and artists to write their own stories about their culture and helped to popularize the xianxia and wuxia novel movements in more modern times. On top of that MXTX said she was inspired by a D. Gray-man fanfic and while she mentioned that title specifically, I think in the periphery Fushigi Yuugi itself and more recently Arata were probably an influence too. Growing up a number of my Chinese friends also said they got into anime overall because of Fushigi Yuugi because it was an anime and work from Japan about their culture and arguably done pretty damn well. 

In terms of the danmei movement as well, I’m pretty sure Fushigi Yuugi was included in what started the movement as the movement was influenced by Japanese BL that came in via Taiwan, and the beginning of Fushigi Yuugi had the whole thing between Nuriko and Hotohori even though that kind of went nowhere, Nuriko dies to everyone’s depression (I have several friends who refuse to watch the rest of the series after Nuriko dies because it’s not the same), and that whole ship goes off a weird deep end with Hotohori marrying a woman that looks like Nuriko. Also, the exact reasons for Nuriko being in the harem and all that. There was a whole lot of shipping in the 90s from Fushigi Yuugi and it was one of the first series that had a male cast that was almost entirely ikemen and I think the actual first reverse harem. A number of shows probably simultaneously popularized the female gaze in mainstream anime, but Fushigi Yuugi was definitely one of them. Like literally one or two years before there was a lot of manly men and guy’s guys kind of anime characters, but beautiful ikemen, no, not really. In 2021, there are some things about the series that are a bit problematic, but it’s influence on the world is pretty significant. It was one of the first shows I’d seen that had any kind of reference to homosexuality or transgender in it and although it’s not necessarily portrayed well, the fact that it was there and that Nuriko was such a beloved character it started a conversation and helped us to get to a time where the topics she represents can be more discussed. I’m actually not even sure what pronouns would be appropriate for Nuriko because of her reasons for what she did and in Japanese the pronoun problem is actually really easy to get around because you just don’t have a subject or speaking in 3rd person is totally normal. But still, without her the minds of thousands or even millions of fans around the world would not have been opened as early to LGBT topics. Her existence, even problematic as it might be, allowed people to consider and love a character of a different sexual orientation or gender identity than their own and just open their minds to just not being a homophobic, biphobic (cuz relationship with Miaka?), or transphobic piece of shit.

Then also Genbu Kaiden and Uruki’s powers. Yeah.... I mean, also kind of with the earlier discussion, the idea of dual cultivation I don’t recall even being brought up much before in most media, but such ideas were also banned and repressed in China at a certain point. Documentation shows it was more of an ancient practice that suddenly became known about again. The book I was talking about that has it more explicitly written is banned in China has its only original surviving copy in the Japanese National Library as it was one of the books brought to Japan by scholars escaping persecution in China and bringing with them books to escape one of the many episodes of mass book burning. According to my Chinese lit professor who had us read an English translation of that book as a part of our curriculum anyway. Supposedly the translator of said book had to go to Japan to read the original in order to write the translation. There’s apparently a number of ancient Chinese texts like that because book burnings were a thing at different points in Chinese history, so if you are a scholar of Chinese lit if you want a complete picture of your field for some texts you do actually have to come to Japan to do your research. But yeah, that power mentioned in that very book Watase-sensei gave to Soi, and also the story of Fushigi Yuugi takes place in that very library that contains that ancient copy of a banned and would have been lost to the world book. If you’re asking why a “dirty” book would be something a scholar would grab to save, ancient lit scholars do regard it as a rather well-written piece of literature even though the content of it is basically taboo.

But also the Fushigi Yuugi Suzaku Ibun game is a hot mess when it comes to this same issue because if you romance Nuriko you can save her from death and my friend Hikari said she wasn’t sure if she was happy about fucking with the universe like that. (I’m not either.) Nuriko’s death was such a huge impact on the story and everything. Also, notably, most of the Suzaku Shichiseishi died, but Nuriko had the LONGEST tribute. Like Chiriko and Mitsukake’s was like a tag on of a few minutes. Hotohori’s was too even, but it was addressed more in the later manga chapters the publisher pressured her to write and in the OVA series afterward.

Also, like Fushigi Yuugi other than the Neverending Story was one of the original sucked into a book holy shit how do I survive stories. Idk if SVSSS is influenced by it in that way, but it’s fair to draw the parallels because of the similar theme. It’s just canonically Taiitsu Shinjin is not behind the the system in the book and in a number of ways Shen Yuan is more competent than Miaka. Miaka gets a lot of shit though and when I re-watched FY a second time I actually found the gripes people generally have about it make up only a small part of the series. People just talk it up so much that it seems like a huge thing when it’s not. Plus the technical canon is only the original TV series because that’s where Watase wanted to end the story and that is an emotional rollercoaster that makes you cry so good. But like there’s some other kinds of parallels as well like how toward the end and like the last two episodes you hate Nakago up until the exact moment you find out why he’s an absolute asshole, and characters straight up criticizing him about how he’s an asshole the whole damn series just gives the same kind of feels that SY gave criticizing the original throughout SVSSS. Can’t say for sure, but Fushigi Yuugi has a lot of clout in a general sense.

But yeah, Watase-sensei said that she was really surprised by the animation quality of Chinese animation these days and she thought Japanese anime was going down in comparison. Same, yo. Same. But still, her work was probably a huge contributor to the movement that allowed MDZS to exist because her art is damn beautiful, Chinese influenced, and she had one of the first works in Asia to like bring the subject of LGBT issues into the mainstream after years of oppression from mostly Western influence because in pre-modern Asia no one gave a shit before and there’s a significant amount of classical novels that address some form of LGBT issues at least in Japanese lit and like even academic documentation that notes Confucius saying that doing it with a guy was better than with a woman. And the author of the work that probably was very influential to BL back in the 90s watches MDZS. She noted that there wasn’t any in the actual anime, which is true, but I think she helped that series to exist and she watches the anime so it’s kind of exciting.

I hope it influences her to go finish Byakko, but OMG I want her to finish Arata too because I like Arata. I should try to find time to read more of it because the anime is too short and the wiki descriptions of what’s happening are so damn confusing and incomplete.

[multific]

Cinderella Story

Joey Batey x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1300

Request: Hello!! Are requests still open? This might sound a cheesy AU!plot. If so, can I request a Oneshot/imagine with Joey Batey + Fem! Reader, where Joey is touring with his rock band, and he meets the reader who basically dreams of becoming a musician. Not just for the fame or attention, but to be known for her music, her personality, her kindness, and her heart. They slowly fall in love with each other, with her running away before she can tell him her name, leaving a red converse sneaker behind.

 Your grandmother was the one to always encourage and compliment you, no matter what you were doing, drawing, dancing or singing. She always had kind words towards you.

And when you found your real passion, she became your number one supporter and fan.

You tried to make a living out of your hobby, but singing in a bar was quite different than what you really wanted to do. You wanted people to know you for your music, for who you really were and for your heart. You didn’t want to become a singer for the attention or the money.

To be able to realize just what kind of music you’d like to be known for, you went to many concerts, the latest one was a folk-rock band called, The Amazing Devil.

You honestly really enjoyed their performance and music. You even had the chance to talk with the lead singer of the group, Joey Batey. At the time of your conversation, you didn’t know it was him, you only later realized. He did look familiar back then, but you didn’t want to assume things, so you figured that he is only a fan of the band as you talked. You didn’t even realize the time. It was so easy talking to him, he had such passion when he talked about music, it really intrigued you. It was so nice to have someone who you shared the same interests with.

So much time passed. You only realized it when a friend of Joey came over and wanted to talk to him. As he left, you looked at your watch and saw the time. You thought that he might not come back, so you left. After you got home, you realized two things, one he was probably the most handsome man you have ever seen and two, you forgot to tell him your name. Oh well.

But you weren’t as disappointed as Joey was. When his friend was done talking to him, he basically rushed back to the woman he had such a long conversation with, but she was nowhere to be found. He felt such sadness. He really started to develop a crush on the girl. And he forgot to ask her name. Silently he cursed to himself. And as he mindlessly walked around the place, he noticed something. It was a shoe. He thought that it must be something she left accidentally behind. And like the gentleman he was, he wanted to return it to its rightful owner.

That night, as he brought the shoe back to his place, he thought about how he could possibly find the beautiful woman he talked with and what he should say. Well, first he really needed to get her name and phone number, that’s for sure, and the rest… only time will tell.

If he finds her.

***

About a week passed by. Joey continued with his tour, keeping the red shoe with him in hopes of finding the girl.

He was shy to tell about it to his friends, thinking that they might find it creepy.

Joey didn’t even know it, but that night, after his last tour concert, he will meet her again.

***

You were walking in town, going from stop to another, you really needed to buy that one type of ice cream, and you couldn’t find it anywhere. So you kept on walking around, disappointed.

But the ice cream wasn’t the only thing on your mind.

Your encounter with the handsome and charming Joey was the other thing running around in your head. You wanted to see him again, and this time, not only talk about music. You wanted to look into his shiny eyes again. You had to admit, you developed a slight crush on him. Even if you knew that it was pointless and that you will never see him.

You let out a long sigh and pulled your phone out since you just got a message from your friend. As you went ahead and put your phone back into your pocket you managed to walk into someone. You almost fell, but at the last minute, you managed to catch your balance.

“S-Sorry.” you said.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” that accent. You heard it before. As he finished brushing the dirt off of his jeans, he looked up and your eyes locked.

“It’s you!” he said. You were happy that he recognized you. “I finally found you! Sorry, that sounded like I tried to stalk you or something.” his awkward yet adorable laugh made you smile.

“It’s nice to see you too. What are you doing here?” you asked kindly.

“We just finished our last concert, and the adrenaline is still in me, so I’m walking it off. What about you?” You almost forgot that he was a singer. You found out about it when you looked up the band and found his name. You were a bit surprised, to say the least when you found out that you had been talking to a singer and not only a fan. But singers are normal people too, so you didn’t really make a big deal out of it.

“I’m looking for ice cream. I remember buying a certain brand around here somewhere, but I cannot remember where or what the brand was.”

“Oh, I see. By the way, I have your shoe. I found it when I went back looking for you after the concert.” you were a bit confused by that.

“Shoe?”

“Yes, your red converse. It was right where we were chatting when I went back. You disappeared but the shoe was there.” you didn’t know how to break it to him.

“Um. I-I… it’s not mine.” as you said that you heard the whole world shatter in him. As he got filled with embarrassment.

“Oh…”

“Y-you kept someone random girl’s shoe… because you thought it was mine?” you couldn’t hold it. you started laughing and as you did, you saw Joey’s face getting red.

“I thought it would be a nice gesture! You know, like Cinderella.”

“So, you wanted me to be our Cinderella?” you stop laughing but you still had a huge smile as you placed your hands-on your hips.

“Kinda.”

“I really hope you are flirting with me, ‘cuz if not, my next suggestion will get really awkward.” he finally smiled. And what a magnificent, breath-taking smile it was.

“I am. Or at least I’m trying to.”

“Good. Then, would you mind going somewhere for a drink?” now it was your time to smile at him. You were happy that you were able to meet with him once again.

“Sure, let’s go.” he held his hand out to you and you took it, hand in hand you walked to the nearest bar. All you could think about was how lucky you were to meet him once again and all Joey could think about is that he needed to throw that shoe away.

Maybe you weren’t his Cinderella, but your fairy tale just started.

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Happy Halloween to everyone except my computer because it’s being loud af (again) dshgsdfj

Anyway, I never did finish this BUT here’s an excerpt from an EoH DIO fic I started a while back, cuz it has some semi-spooky scenery/elements to it and I figured now’s a good excuse to share it 8)

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The woods felt haunted, as you approached. You couldn’t describe what it was, exactly… but it was as though the air had grown colder, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. On any normal day, you would’ve immediately turned away and returned home as quickly as you could, for fear of some evil spirit or creature you felt could live here. A place that was host to a holy site couldn't possibly be evil, though… that rationality was all you had with you, aside your resolve. Despite your instinct insisting you run, you instead walked towards it.

There was hardly a trail left behind to walk upon, long since overtaken by nature some time ago. All that you had to guide you was this map, of a handful of landmarks. A particularly gnarled tree with twisted bark that formed faces, a particular ditch that snaked among out of place fauna, and a carving into a stone marker long abandoned that resembled clockwork, from the looks of it. Not much to go by, and for a while you were convinced you’d been conned.

Nothing parted in the woods for you. You felt like you’d walked for miles, tracing circles and feeling as though you’d passed the same areas a dozen times by now. The Sun didn’t seem to mind, as it sat high in the sky. Maybe if you’d waited until later in the day, you could’ve used it as a compass of sorts, to orient yourself? But, ah - had you done that, it would be too low to see amongst the dense foliage of these woods. A though passed your mind when you paused to rest, sitting upon a flat stone:

Maybe you were meant to undertake this pilgrimage under cover of darkness? It was a full moon tonight, was it not? All the texts and lore spoken about Him, all pointed towards the conclusion that He was an entity that favoured the night. You smacked a hand to your head, as you felt foolish for not thinking of this sooner. You were doing this for your mother’s sake, and here you were bumbling around with your half-assed plan! You heaved a sigh and leaned back, a tree close enough you could do so somewhat comfortably, only to notice something between the living pillars in the woods.

A particularly gnarled tree - round and fat in the base, not at all like the tall slender limbs surrounding it. As you approached, it was like its bark was shifting before your very eyes. Faces… some of the divets and twists in the bark resembled faces. Pained ones. It sent another cold shudder down your spine, and a heavy feeling of dread settled in your gut. This was a mistake. There was something at work here, telling you to stay away. There was no doubting this now… but what choice did you have? Modern medicine could work miracles in itself, but that wasn’t enough to shake the doubt from you. It had failed you once, and almost failed you several other times.

You needed that failsafe. Something to show that you tried, by the skin of your teeth, to prevent a disaster from happening.

Referring to the map once more, you pushed onwards, despite the phantom sensation of eyes upon you, gnawing and begging you to turn back.

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The ditch you’d found by chance as well - more wandering and feeling a bit shaken from all the strange, threatening sensations threatening to puncture the delicate viscera of your resolve, you had quite literally fallen into it. A root you didn’t see beneath the forest floor stuck out enough to trip you, causing you to stumble and tumble a few feet to the bottom, causing a tear in your dress you were quick to lament. You’d worn your finest, with the hope it would make any sort of difference once you found this place, and now? Now it was dirty and tarnished. 

A woman you once knew in passing - defamed as a heathen at one point and cast out from the church - had once said that ‘cleanliness is equivalent to godliness’. Her wild tales of how the One God had come before her in the night to ravish her were enough to turn up anyone’s lip at the very idea. Now that you thought about it, she had the most peculiar scars on her neck… like holes had been cut out of it. They didn’t seem to cause her any discomfort at the time.

Brushing yourself off, you glanced both ways before turning to look at the map once more - the last thing you needed in an unfamiliar place like this, was to be lost and forgotten forever. Time was beginning to lose its relevance on you, despite it very much being on your mind at all times. It felt like ages since you’d entered, but you knew this to be an exaggeration. And yet… you couldn’t see the Sun any longer. The sky appeared… dimmer. It couldn’t possibly be evening by now, could it? A breeze rustled through the woods, brushing past you with an icy quality that did nothing to settle your nerves.

It was summer. It wasn’t meant to be this cold during daylight hours.

You walked onwards, at an easy pace that would keep you from getting too fatigued from walking so long. You only paused when you thought you heard a voice amongst the trees. When you turned to see what it was, there was nothing there. A persistent feeling of… something, digging into your shoulders was unmistakable, however. You slowly reached up to feel what it was, but were met with something intangible. You whisked around to catch a glimpse, swearing you saw something there, like a ghostly apparition… but you’d blinked in the same moment.

It was likely your imagination.

You had once spent some time gazing up into the sky at night, convinced you’d seen a shooting star, only for no one else to have seen any. You had also blinked in those moments too. Perhaps doubt was more deeply-rooted within you for much longer than you initially anticipated?

But this was… different. That feeling - like a hand grasping your shoulder - had tried to pull you back. Turn back. Go back. What was it? This couldn’t be anything that was a result of Him, could it? Why would he direct you away from Him, if that were the case? None of this made any sense to you.

You couldn’t be shaken from this now, though. Not when you were this close. One marker remained, before finding this wayward shrine for yourself. What was meant to be an hour’s journey was much longer, due to how puzzling the woods themselves had been.

Yet the sky continued to darken, as though you had taken tens of hours.

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The final marker was close by this shrine, according to the crude little map you still obeyed. It should be fairly straight-forward from here-on out… and it appeared to be exactly like that. A path was now visible. You’d paused at the large, perfectly smoothed stone to admire the carvings in it - definitely akin to clockwork, now that you got a glimpse of it for yourself. But something was off about it. You glanced down to the base and noticed that no plants seemed to feel compelled to climb it, as they normally would something like this. Instead, they’d given it a wide berth.

That crawling sensation came back again, along with that sensation of fingers digging into your shoulder, urging you backwards. It seemed each consecutive time this had occurred, it had amplified these feelings of mental torment - much like tug-of-war, your instincts jerking one way while your resolve yanked in another. Voices returned in the back of your mind, but this time it sounded quite clearly like your voice.

No. You were this close. This close. Whatever tricks your mind or these woods were trying to play on you, wouldn’t work. You refused. Prying yourself from the grip from behind you - one that had now actively been trying to hold you back, to no avail - you walked forward with renewed purpose and vigour.

The woods grew darker yet.

Twilight appeared to have settled in by the time you finally reached your destination - the candles alight in the distance acting as a beacon for you from afar, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

...But who had lit these candles? This was so far out of the way, it was highly unlikely you’d cross paths with another here. Unless fate had deemed today to be that unlikely kind of day.

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The Untamed/陈情令 Rewatch, Episode 4  (spoilers for everything)

(covers mainly MDZS chaps 13 and 14)

WangXian meter: 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

(a 🐰 is earned every time there is a WangXian scene or even when they’re just thinking of each other…more than one 🐰 can be given based on the level of WangXian-ness in a scene)

I loved and enjoyed all of Wei Ying’s “Notice me Wangji-senpai" moments in this episode, but my favorite has to be the one above: the way he tried to play off Lan Zhan totally ignoring him by blaming the other man’s hearing makes me laugh out loud every time I watch this episode. It’s just too adorable. Even though Lan Zhan is clearly still annoyed with him, I like how it’s also obvious that Wei Ying is slowly but surely burrowing his way into his psyche and taking hold there by either not leaving him alone or just being himself which is ample to constantly draw Lan Zhan’s attention to him. It‘s as if Lan Zhan’s life was a calm pond and Wei Ying was a beautiful, lively carp that suddenly decided to just jump into his waters without permission, taking liberties by swimming and splashing around, basically causing ruckus in every corner of his pool. Naturally, Wei Ying’s actions perturbs Lan Zhan to no end at first, but at the same time, he is also leaving an undeniable impression, so that eventually, when this carp leaves Lan Zhan’s pond, he can’t help but constantly think of Wei Ying and even miss his disruptive presence, thus naturally paving the way for the escalation of his affections that follow later on.  

Whereas with Wei Ying, I think he simply enjoyed irritating this fuddy-duddy at first, but eventually, his light-hearted teasing probably became just a little more meaningful and he started looking forward to getting a reaction out of Lan Zhan because it provided him with genuine joy and satisfaction, until those feelings grew into just joy from being around the other man and interacting with him.  

Ultimately that’s a big reason why I love their relationship: the development and progression of their feelings for each other makes a lot of sense to me. The phrase “opposites attract” has never been more applicable in terms of Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, but at the same time, they still share enough things in common—such as their moral code and belief system—that makes them absolutely just perfect for each other.  I can imagine a future for them right from the start, whereas with other couples in stories, regardless of their sex, I’ve had difficulty believing they should be together other than because the plot requires them to be. I think the drama really succeeded in showing us why it’s completely logical that these two people would be drawn to each other, that they almost can’t help but be drawn together, by actually showing us all these little precious moments between them as they occurred, which the novel for the most part only described in an after-the-fact manner. While subtlety has its merits too, I do appreciate the more clearly illustrated path The Untamed decided to take for WangXian.

Along those lines, I also appreciated how CQL chose to show us the first time Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao met and their instant connection. Honestly, when I first saw this moment…

I immediately thought they were going to be a couple too, like Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, and I was totally on board, until I found out from reading comments here and there that I shouldn’t be because this ship was bad news. I was disappointed of course and even tried to withstand its alluring call for a while, especially after reading the book and finding out exactly why this wasn’t a ship I wanted to board since it was on a one-way ticket to hell and heartbreak basically. But the drama just made it so damn hard to resist, and before I knew it, I was lowkey hooked.  Much like with WangXian, I was surprised at how much the show was getting away with in terms of XiYao:

I mean, big bro Xichen totally stroked Meng Yao’s finger there, right? First time I saw that, I remember rewinding a few times just to check and and make sure and if it’s just an optical illusion, that’s a damn convincing trick. Amusingly enough I thought at first Wei Ying was seeing the same thing and was reacting in disbelief to that moment, until I realized from his angle, there’s no way he could have seen that small gesture and he was just responding to that (ugly) incense pot.  

After finishing the series, I have to admit I’m pretty much a full-on XiYao-shipper now, which is really out of character for me because I usually prefer ships with happy endings. I have to blame, or rather, give credit to the two actors portraying LXC and JGY (Liu Haikuan and Zhu Zanjin, respectively) for conjuring up these feelings in me because they had so much chemistry together, which honestly at times rivaled that of Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo’s chemistry. I just love how LXC’s expression softens every time he interacts with JGY and even from their first meeting, it’s obvious there were genuine feelings of respect and gratitude behind Meng Yao’s reaction to LXC.

Take the moment above as an example: the extreme admiration emanating from JGY after seeing LXC exhibit his fluting powers had to be for real since there was no reason to react just for Nie Huaisang’s sake. I can totally imagine hearts fluttering all around him as he looked upon XiChen with those wide, innocent-seeming puppy eyes of his. And when he bade his farewell to big bro later on in the episode, I loved how the camera lingered on LXC’s hands as Meng Yao moved away after saluting him, just to reiterate the intimacy of their brief physical contact.  

I also appreciated the small, seemingly trivial moments before and after he meets up with LXC in that scene, where Meng Yao is first ignored by the two male sect disciples walking by him and then later on by two female disciples. Contrast that with how LXC immediately praises Meng Yao and recognizes him as his peer from the get go, going so far as to refer to himself by his own name (“Xichen”) just to reinforce their equality, it’s no wonder JGY was instantly drawn to him. I would go so far as to say he probably fell for LXC right from the start; doesn’t even matter if it might be only in the platonic sense, man was smitten no matter how anyone chooses to categorize his feelings.

XianQing? No thank you

When I first watched this episode, I still had the stormy cloud of fear that Wen Qing would eventually be the love interest that comes in between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji hanging over me due to some rumors I came across prior to even watching the show. As a result, every time Wen Qing and WWX would have a scene together, I would view it with trepidation as I was certain it was yet another building block to something undesirable, with the ultimate goal of mutating the relationship at the core of MDZS. If I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I was even able to rest easy until after Wen Qing’s passing and knowing for certain that the “danger period” was finally over, even though I had already grown to like her character. I still have complaints about how they altered her personality for the live action, but at least now, when I watch the scenes she shares with Wei Ying, instead of being filled with anxiety, I am actually more fascinated. I can still see the ghost of what Team CQL had initially intended with Wen Qing and WWX in a lot of their scenes together, before the fans’ uproar thankfully forced the producers to change their minds and stick with the source material.  This scene wasn’t one of those moments, but with revisiting each episode, I actually look forward to picking out which scenes were feeding into their ship because of the way they were shot and how the two actors were directed to perform during the scene, especially Meng Ziyi. I’m glad I can actually sit back and have fun with all of this now.  

XianNing? I can’t

I can see why some folks support this ship, and upon first viewing I thought this was a cute moment as well, but of course, I simply can’t go there since my heart already belongs to WangXian. And now, after having read the novel, all I could think about is how much I wish we got the archery contest at the Cultivation Conference. I’m glad we got to see it depicted in the donghua; it was as amazing as I hope it would be, but it’s a shame we didn’t get to see it in the drama. Since the producers had mentioned releasing specials of extra scenes that they couldn’t fit into the flow of the show, I hope the archery contest will be one of them. I don’t know where it would fit in in the timeline though…I guess it could happen while they were all held hostage at Nightless City, so the reason for the archery contest will have to be changed, but then maybe that’s the impetus for Wen Chao’s decision to force everyone on that dangerous quest to the Xuanwu cave: he’s so pissed off at losing at archery on his own turf that he decides to try to get all the sect kids killed.  Either way, I hope we get to see the contest in live action form one day.

Wei Wuxian is so smart

I loved this scene. I love how WWX schooled everyone with his inventive fourth reason. He’s so awesome. That’s really all I wanted to say about it.  

Random Bits of Randomness

I don’t think there’s anything wrong the color function on my tv, so please explain to me how that can be considered “purple” in any universe??

All I could think about in this scene is how disgusting that fish must have tasted cuz it looked awful, and I think Xiao Zhan even mentioned in an interview that it was gross. What probably made it taste worse was the fact that he kept on eating it from the stomach side, which can be really bitter. I think Wang Zhuocheng (Jiang Cheng) was eating it from the same side as well and I just can’t help grimacing every time I see this moment.

Odds and Ends:

I don’t really have any questions from this episode, but I did wonder if Wen Qing ever actually attended classes while she was at Cloud Recesses or did she just spend all of the time wandering the back hills, throwing her needles at barriers, cuz that’s not suspicious AT ALL. Unless I just happened to have missed her every single time in class, even though you would think it’s easy to spot her red in a sea of white…if that’s the case then I probably need to get my eyes checked.

Also, I wish we got to see Shijie draw her sword. She carried it around in the beginning, but I’m kinda bummed that we never saw her actually use it. I’m sure she is completely capable and would’ve looked just as badass as the boys.

And bless Uncle Lan for his brilliant idea of making Lan Zhan enforce the disciplinary action on Wei Ying, thereby allowing the boys to have valuable alone time in the library pavilion to further nurture their bond. In retrospect he probably regrets that decision, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s one of his best one he’s ever made.  

[candle-light-writings]

Magnetic

Colossus x Mutant!Reader

Summary: You were up early in the morning practising with your powers: magnetism. Piotr finds you awake and decides to keep you company.

Word count: 2.0K+

A/N: oof I’m so happy of getting this one out. I have so many fic ideas, but they’re just taking me a while to write (cuz I like to write them long & have got no patience). Hopefully I can get the next fic out in a few days. Hope you enjoy ;u;

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5:30 AM

It was way too early in the morning, but you decided to start the day. At this time, it was still dark and quiet -which you liked. You were outside in the garden, wearing gym attire, already sitting on a mat and breathing slowly. There wasn’t anything important to do, except to teach a class later in the afternoon. For that particular class, it was a team building lesson, which they had to “capture” you. Though they didn’t like the idea of working together, so you had to make it more fun and simple. Which lead to a simple game of “tag”. 

All they had to do was tag you. Which they’ve failed twice so far. You chuckled to yourself as you began to stretch. 

You thought it would be nice to warm up outside because its quietness allowed you to concentrate on coming up with a plan yourself. After failing the second time, the kids were desperate to take you down. So desperate that you found them in small groups around the mansion- strategizing on how to get around your mutation.

Your mutation?

Magnetism.

Sure, Wade poked fun at you- calling you Lil’ Magneto for example- but you found ways to utilise your power efficiently and (probably) creatively. Students thought that you would grab whatever objects you were surrounded by and just throw it at them. 

That was the beauty of your powers. With some experimenting, trial and error, and doing that daily grind from the start, you had a few tricks up your sleeve.

While you were stretching, you heard footsteps approach you. You opened your eyes to meet your large, muscular, steel friend. He was already in his uniform and he was surprised to see you.

“You’re up early, Y/N.” Piotr said. Hearing his thick Russian accent never fails to make you smile.

“Same goes to you.” You chuckled and lifted your lower body in the air, positioning yourself in a head stand. You knew that Piotr was an early riser, but you didn’t know that he was awake around this time. Without further exchange, Piotr went to sit beside you. It was common that you two spend a lot of time together. You understood each other well and a deep bond was made during your earlier years. 

“You preparing for the class?” Piotr asked. 

You breathed out, trying to maintain balance.

“Yeah, and I’m also thinking about what they might do. One of them almost got me-“ you grunted, “-but I don’t think they’ve realised they’re not actually working together. Whenever we start, they’re always charging at me with their powers and such.” You carefully brought your lower half back on the ground and laid there on your stomach. “It’s cute, but not effective.” You said, sitting up and grabbing a pouch full of coins that you brought with you. 

“I found them brainstorming yesterday, but I reckon not all of it will go according to plan. We’ll see.” You grinned. “Why’re you here, Pete?” You asked, giving a quizzical look.

Piotr smiled timidly and looked down at his lap. “I was going to workout, but found you here. Thought I would enjoy the quiet morning with you.” He explained while you shook out the contents of the pouch onto your palm, not really hearing the last couple words. The coins began to levitate from your hand. Piotr watched in awe.

“You’ve improved a lot, Y/N.” He said, hinting how proud he was of you.

“Yeah... I have.” You took the moment to reminisce on how far you’ve come since the first time you discovered your abilities. When you first came to the X-Mansion, you had a lot of trouble getting a hold of your powers. You would randomly act as a magnet and every metallic object near you would suddenly charge at you. Moments of these required a lot of running because there would be knives following you. 

There was also that time when Piotr was armoured up and was attached to you for an uncomfortable half-an-hour.

That being said, when he first met you and learned you had magnetic abilities, he knew that you were his weakness. In your case, you thought that you were a burden to him (which he never thought). This lead to you being partnered up with him during training sessions because the Professor believed it was possible for you and him to work together.

From there, you would use your powers to give Piotr a boost, or to pull him back whenever he was in danger. It wasn’t much, but Piotr told you countless times that he wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you, especially in those ‘life or death’ moments. That’s how your friendship kept growing.

The more you trained together, the more you could build upon your own skills. You learned how to deal with larger and heavier objects, without fainting, while Piotr... he hasn’t found a way to combat your magnetism. Let’s just say that him being armoured down was his only option.

Not only did the two of you feel stronger working together, you became close. Aside from all of the training, missions, and now, teaching, you would hang out.

A lot. 

The garden was where you usually met up. He would sit down somewhere and draw while you laid down next him with some coins lazily swirling around in the air. Or just fall asleep. You felt at home in each other’s presence. Moreover, safe. Piotr would try to find you whenever you weren’t in the same room as him in the mansion. He liked being with you as much as you liked being with him.

From hanging out in the garden, it moved to each other’s rooms. There was this unyielding love that kept growing, and neither of you said anything. There were a few signs that the two of showed that you loved each other, but neither weren’t seeing it. It was too subtle. From the compliments and encouragement you and him exchanged, and the things Piotr would give and do for you, both of you have been wanting to be together. 

With Piotr, he didn’t want to admit- actually, no- he couldn’t admit it. It’s a shame that his shyness brought him down. There was this strong connection you felt for each other, but didn’t know how or when to say it.

Thinking about how much you love being with Piotr caused you to lose yourself from controlling the coins. 

“Y/N?” Piotr watched you zone out as the coins were now spinning rapidly in circles. 

“Y/N, you okay?” Piotr carefully tapped your shoulder. Once you realised what you were doing, the coins flew everywhere as you snapped your attention him, wide-eyed, as if you just ignored every single thing about whatever he was talking about.

“Huh? I-I’m Sorry- I didn’t mean to ignore you- did you say something?” 

“Bozhe moi, your coins.” He said. Feeling the absence of your tiny weapons, you brought them back by attracting them wherever they’ve scattered off to.

“So what were you saying?” You made sure your mind didn’t wander off. 

“I didn’t say anything,” He laughed and patted your head. “but, I wanted to say that you should go easy on them this time.” Piotr said. He was referring to your class. 

“Oh. Piotr, I know they’re kids, but I think now is a good time for them to learn persistence, and that people work best when they work together. Only if they put the effort.” You patted his arm. “That’s what happened with us. Didn’t it?” You smiled at him like he would remember the late nights and long hours of figuring out how you could benefit each other by testing and playing around with your powers. Not only did you want to be independent, you wanted to make sure that you were able to help others. 

“...You’re right. That wasn’t fun, but was worth it.” He agreed. 

“And you’ve also got fifteen kids against one adult.” You added. “One who is fully capable of taking care of themselves.” Piotr pointed out. You didn’t know if he was complimenting you, in a way, but judging by his playful tone, but you shrugged it off.

“Petey, these kids are smarter than you think. They know they have a lot of potential, and as their third try, I have a feeling that they’ve got a good chance.” You grinned then checked your watch.

6:20 AM

You wanted to play around with the coins a bit more, to see what you could do in the lesson. However, you took Piotr’s advice on taking it easy. 

When you first gave this task to the students, you’ve never had so much fun in your life. How you would run all over the mansion, dodge the students, and seeing their determination, you might’ve taken it a bit too seriously. In fact, Piotr knew what you were doing with the students because he saw you run away from them. 

“How about we have breakfast?” You offered, putting the coins back into the pouch. Piotr smiled and nodded.

“That sounds nice. I’ll cook for you. I don’t have anything to do today.” He said as he stood up and waited for you to pack up everything. He was such a sweetheart. He was so kind and giving to you that you felt like you don’t deserve it. You saved him countless times, but so has he. You had to do something special.

Which gave you an idea. 

You didn’t like using your powers on him when you were at the mansion, but you had no choice and wanted to surprise him. Right here. Right now.

Just this once.

After you’ve finished rolling the mat, Piotr began to walk. Expecting you to follow him, you lifted your hand up and began working your magic.

“Huh-?” You giggled as Piotr tried to move onwards as this sudden force was holding him back. “Y/N, is that you- ah!” When he turned around, you were able to pull him with ease. 

Come here, Petey. You grinned as Piotr was standing in front of you. You were pleased that you knew when to withdraw your magnetism and he didn’t knock you over.

“You should stop being in defense mode whenever I’m around.” You joked. With that, Piotr laughed lightly as he did what you said. Then, with caution, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against your forehead. You froze. 

Oh, how bad you wanted to have an intimate moment like this. After all these years of wanting to be with him, and likewise, you finally take it all in.

“I love you very much, Y/N.” Piotr’s voice rang through your ears. 

You stepped back and stared at him, shocked. Did he just… You opened your mouth, thinking how you were going to respond.

“I...I…” Piotr waited patiently for your response- anticipating that you might say I love you too.

“I was going to say that!” You finally say, blushing furiously. You then shoved your face in your hands, hiding your embarrassment. That was your last minute surprise. You were going to pull him to you, kiss him, and say ‘I love you’.

Looks like he beat you to it.

Piotr’s heart dropped for a second, but thought about what you just said and watched how you were acting all flustered- he couldn’t help but smile apologetically. It was cute how you wanted to say it first. Well, at least he knows you love him. He then felt your arms wrapping around his waist and you burying your face in his chest.

“I love you so much, Petey.” You mumbled. Your heart was beating hard as you were meaning to say that for a long time and finally did. “I really do.” You added.

Touched by your confession, Piotr revealed how much he loves you.

“You are very beautiful, strong, smart, and everything you do amazes me.” He began. “There is something about your power that makes you so-”

“Attractive?” You smiled weakly, letting go of him.  

“Well...actually...yeah. Attractive.” He chuckled, whether that pun was intended or not. “Come on, let’s go back inside.” Piotr said, holding his hand out to you. You thought about carrying him back using your powers, but you discarded the idea and walked beside him. Hand in hand. 

Like metal attracted by a magnet. 

[badonlineteam]

THE FULL REFERENCE FOR REAL!

This is part of the update, so yeah! they are all the team! actualy the team is closed cuz whe are 12 kiddos but maybe we can let an special person join onli for a day! O N L Y F O R A D A Y

Now let’s talk about the kiddos

1.Fractal

backstory:

For her, finish the Snatchers constracts was easy but the death wishes was other level what she can’t take so well. she tried all the death wishes one, and again and again and again… making her suffer all of the time, so she triend to talk with the snatcher for some kind of deal to make those death wishes more easy, but the snatcher said no. In one of her rabies attack , she tried to attack him, but the snatcher in defense accidentaly hit her face, more specificaly, the eye breaking it. she run away from her spaceship to the subcon forest. in that place she see a little girl with a green sprint hat opening the front door of the vanessas manor but coming back inside with a horrofing screaming in the background, she decided stay away from that place one more time and try to find someone to help with her broken eye, with some luck, she goes to Mafia town for help, and fortunately she found a smol kid with spider legs in her back. that spider kid take her to an other spaceship where she found more kids who help her with the broken eye. actualy her broken eye works but is like a broken mirror

facts:

she can see with the broken eye

is  hyperactive

she hate Vanessa A L O T

best friend: Smol

good friend: Talgia

her x in the suit its just a decoration

a Badage of a broken heart in the hat

she can make broken glass noises in the night

She can make her eyes glow like subco and her mask

also SHE ONLY MAKE GLASS NOISES WHEN SHE IS HAPPY!

2.Timmy

backstory:

like the Subco's codes was blocked the Timmy codes was blocked too with a code union (the unlock code) so when Subco was active again, timmy too but he just ran away from that place what one day called home and hiding somewhere to be safe... the time was going and looks like everyone forget him (or don't know he exist) but the same day than he thinked that he see how a group of kids was walking in the forest looking everything for see if someone was there. he tried to run becasue he was scared of em and who knows what they can do? but in his run someone stoped him, that was the kid with a mask of a fox what he see before with that group. Timmy didn't know where to run or where to hide so he tried to defend himself thinking that girl with the mask will hur him, but no, she just come closer to him turning off the lights of the mask  while this started to sing something what nobody heard before... but he did. she take her mask off showing her true self with her missing textures in the face, and timmy decided show his errors in the neck for latter the girl in tears continue the song and he sing too with tears

facts:

He have the same texture errors from Subco, but he only have em in the neck and one eye

he is the only one (subco too in this case) who knows the Subcon Masked song

can see the Nightmares what subco had

sometimes he scream without reason

don’t touch his hair, or you will get a free punch

3. Borea

backstory:

Borea, one of the 2 bowKids in the Team. She was one of the kids who lives in the metro doing jobs what nobody want, not in that cat gang what everyone calls "Nyakuza", she was in the "Moon Service", working as bounty hunter for the scraped character what we know as MoonJumper. she knows the metro is not the best place to live or the most safe, so she one day, when she was in her break, she heard a scream coming from the hologram ways of the train, when she look at em, someone was falling. Without thinking it 2 times she run to her help faster as she can, but it was too late, that person who fall just already hitted the floor with her head. so she decided to stay there for see if that person wake up. a little group of kids come out of the shadows looking at Borea and the hat kid who was in the floor (we all know that kid is Talgia), Hatto come closer to Borea and Talgia for see if they was ok, for any kind of dark magic, Talgia just suffer 2/4 points of damage and Borea scared run away of em... Days latter Hatto goes to the metro to see if that kid what was with Talgia was there, and yes, there she was with a bat w/ stikers on it, looking at the nothing. Hatto calls her how she can and Borea turns with a paceful expresion but holding the bat as that was the only thing what she have in this world, Immediately Hatto tell to Borea she want her in the team, Borea didn't answer and waits for more info about that team and of course Hatto tell her what is that team. Borea only acepted join cuz there was the kid what she see fall days before and she wanted see how finished that kid

facts:

she looks calm but she can lost so fast her patience and become a Rage Monster

her halo it’s a mod

her bat have only 2 stikers, a cat crime one and the “MYUERDER” one

sometimes, her hands start shaking but it’s ok

4.Rothi

backstory:

when the online was open, the frist person who Hatto meet was Rothi, a normal Bow kid with a white eye. Hatto started to talk with her about catolic and satanic things as curious facts (but actually we know hatto use the religion for do the experimental exorcism and power her "justice" attack). that day was when hatto goes for frist time to the vanessas manor for latter run away from that place, but that BowKid what we know as Rothi decided go inside that place for see why she run away. That was her frist mistake. she was traped inside that place like Sprintal (but they 2 never meet inside that place). Rothi, traped in that place and running away from vanessa every time, started to think about the things what Hatto tell her and started to do experimental invocations like hatto with the experimental exorcisms. she was interested in that to the point to make that thing something daily and normal for her. that was her second mistake, by the fault of do that thing every day, she started to L O V E that thing, to the point to be like the invert. part of Hatto taking it to the extreme. when hatto taked out of that place her new friend Sprintal, she run away behind they 2. Months latter when they found Timmy, Rothi was in the door of the manor doing a kind of invocation, But hatto knowing she was the same bow what she meet months ago, she just telled her to join her team, but Rothi said no for frist, but looking better who is the hat kid what was talking to her, she acepted. But actualy, Rothi still doing her experimenal invocations, cuz she have a power like Hatto, but her power is called "Breath" and Rothi want use it with Hatto for see how the "justice" reacts in front of it. Actualy Hatto don't know that thing of her power

facts:

the paper what she have in her pocket is a old contract what she didn’t sign for now

She have some color-chalk in the other poket for draw pentagrams or funny things in the wall

her mental status is fine, she can looks like more crazy than Tempero but no.

(nobody can be more crazy than tempero)

she sewed in one of her sleeves a red pentagram cuz w h  y n o t?

her white eye is a mod but instaled in a wrong way

AND YEAH- THATS ALL

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi! If you don't mind could you write me some headcanons about being bff with some female cp's? Like Jane, Nina, Clockwork, Nurse Ann...?

One of my best friends is called one of these names so it was odd to write XD Some headcanon’s were totally true about her as well, and some definitely were n o t. XD

Anyway I’m not sure how comprehensive this is since I just kinda spewed it all out so, uh… I hope you like them! 😅

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Clockwork:

·         Natalie stays at your house all the time and eats all your food. Girl has a FAST metabolism so you cannot tell, but she eats e v e r y t h i n g.

·         She doesn’t even have a key to your home, you just come home from everyday activities and she’s slumped in your couch cushions watching TV and there’s a pool on your bathroom floor from her shower and- oh, she has also ordered pizza so get your wallet out.

·         You just squint/glare at her before flopping on the couch beside her. She hands you the remote and gets comfier by you.

·         Even when you have a romantic interest over, she is there at your house, comfortable on the couch playing games on your phone as you walk your ‘friend’ to your room.

·         It’s not all frustrating though, she’s always there to protect you. There have been multiple burglaries that she has intercepted and ‘taken care of’. She’s honestly like a guard dog who also has an excellent sense of humour.

·         And don’t think she just wants you around for your apartment and money. Nay nayyyyyy nay. She tells you all about the Creepypasta drama and what’s going on at the mansion, even though you aren’t apart of that life.

·         And she calls when she’s away. Just calls up to talk to you.

·         You two are the kind of friends that don’t need to talk to each other all the time. In fact, you agree that talking to people all the time is annoying and too much trouble, and you could totally go without each other for days (Weeks even) if either of you were busy! But… without either of you even realising, you always end up contacting each other in one way or another every day, anyway. Its easy with you two. No romantic relationship could compare.

·         She was the groom and you were the bride in your make-believe weddings and mums and dads games as kids.

·         On Toby: “Okay Nat, I like Toby but I hope you know, if he hurts you… well there is absolutely nothing I can do to wreak revenge on your behalf, as he is a duo hatchet wielding psychopath, except maybe give him a stink eye. … When he is looking away and therefore cannot see the stink eye.”

·         More on the Toby subject: Clockwork once took you to Slender Mansion (Cuz you were targeted by a botched victim of hers because she cares about you and she wanted you close by to keep you safe until she could, like, finish killing the guy and all. Whatever though, no biggie. Pft, At least that’s how she made it out to be.) and she had to leave you for a moment so she handcuffed you and Toby together because he’s the only one she could trust to watch you.

·         It was very awkward for the two of you, but definitely a bonding experience. You were both very happy to see Clocky come back though.

·         HORROR. The world of horror is your favourite genre together. Supernatural horror, slashers, basement dwellers, vampires, werewolves, the blob, stalkers, murderers, psychological horror, black and white, colour, movies, tv shows, books- whatever. You two get so excited to experience new fictional horror.

Jane The Killer:

·         If you’re into boys, let me tell you right away- Jane is very critical of their actions. She was at a very influential time in her life (Especially concerning boys and girls and romance) when she met Jeff and Liu. She met those boys, thought ‘Oh, they’re cute. Maybe budding crush?’, and then Jeff killed her family, burnt down her home and ruined her life and Liu became an asshole, and now the male species has been, sorta… tainted. She knows there are good ones (In fact, m a n y boys are lovely, of course.), but one’s that you’re in romantic cahoots with are always going to be under her very watchful eye anyway so she doesn’t really bother to hold back her fear (Which translates into dislike… or hate) with them. So if you have boy problems, be careful. Provided you like this/these guy/s, at least. If you don’t like them, then she’s the perfect person to go to!

·         If you are a boy, then- of course, none of this applies to you. She loves you. Don’t worry. You’re her best friend!

·         Girls are an entirely different situation though of course. Jane drinks that love women juice every single day.

·         Jane is really good with altering clothes, so she’s the one you go to when you need help hemming something or taking something in. She likes to do it, too. Quality best friend time while not being lazy.

·         Speaking of her hating to be lazy… This does not apply at night. Nighttime is a whole other ballgame. Its bedtime by 7 for her if you don’t lock her into plans a week in advance. If she is braless and in her P.J’s, you will not be able to peel her from her home. Except for snacks, but even if she goes to the grocery store, she’s not getting changed and she’s going to wear her bunny slippers.

·         You two watch so many cartoons together. Gravity Falls, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, Over The Garden Hedge, Villainous, Looney Tunes, Ducktales, etc. Any and all that you can get your hands on.

·         You two are prepared to get platonically married, for any reason. Like, you need to stay in the country? Married; You’re staying. You’re the only one who can testify against hr in the court of law? Married, so by law you don’t have to. One of you accidentally planted yourselves with a kid and (Cuz you’re ride or die for each other, obviously), you’re gonna parent the child together and cuz of religious beliefs one of your would feel better about raising them together with a wedding band? Married.

·         Jane doesn’t drink, so when/if you get drunk she’s always there to keep you safe.

·         Jane also gets friend-jealous, a lot. Like, that bitch just called you her best friend, Y/N. Is she your best friend? I thought I was. So who is it, Y/N? Me or her? HM? (She is prepared to turn up to wherever you and this person are hanging, all glamorous and cool as she is, and show off. Prove she’s a way better friend then this new person so they back off).

·         When you were little, she was the bride and you were the groom in your wedding/marriage/mums and dads games.

Nina The Killer:

·         You have known her for both your entire lives and there have been iffy, and dark times but through hell and high water you have stuck with her. You love her. She’s your girl, you are her person too. You will be with her, and protect her from anything.

·         You are the only one in the world that loves her, really. You may not quite understand her weirdness, but you stick with her anyway because you love her.

·         Just like- baseline of your friendship is being ride or die for each other.

·         You were also really into Jeff, but at a more… healthy? Level? Like, you were still romantically interested in a real-life murderer, but you wouldn’t have done anything about it. You wouldn’t hurt anyone (Except to protect others) or victim blame, or contact the victims (Dear God) or whatever, but you would take peaks at fanfiction and gab with Nina about it. I mean, it’s not grand, but in comparison to Nina, hah… you were harmless.

·         Now though, that you’ve met him and he is the reason your bets friend is so hurt and broken, you are not the fondest of him. I mean, you still have a place in your heart for the version of him you and Nina made up in your heads (The version that Nina still believes is real) but that isn’t the real him. Jeff Woods is an ass. You need to keep your friend safe from him.

·         And uh… so nowadays… occasionally, you will find out where Jeff is (You keep an ear out) and, you know, just… lie your ass off to Nina. Yep. You tell her you heard that he’s in the opposite direction than he is so that she’ll unknowingly put more distance between him and her.

·         Yes. It’s a lie, but… its for the greater good! It’s for Nina’s mental health and physical safety.

·         Anyway, moving on to lighter things.

·         In your make believe mums and dads/’grown up’ games that you would play together as kids, you were a single parent and she was the dog.

·         She will lie for you in an instant. She’s also really good at it.

·         You walked into a room once and saw she was drawing something, and it turned out to be your joint tombstone. She has not let this go- you will be buried in the same plot together, if it is the last thing she does. This is slightly concerning, but… also kind of cute. You can roll with it.

·         “What if I get married or have kids?”

·         “They will need to apply with me to join. There will be an interview process.”

·         ‘What about pets?”

·         “Oh, they can come in! No fee!”

·         Do not underestimate her weight. If she doesn’t want you to leave, she will hold onto your leg and go deadweight, and you will s t r u g g l e.

·         Nina talks to herself, but she acts like the person she’s talking to is another person, inside her mind. You both know its not, but you refer to the other girl as Agnes anyway. Super casual.

·         Follows you when you go on dates (At least the first one with someone)to make sure all goes well and texts you rapid fire when she smells something fishy. Even the smallest thing.

·         You two really love dystopian teen fiction. Divergent? Matched? Hunger Games? Maze Runner? Ugles? Alllllll. You consume them and then watch the movies/tv shows too.

Nurse Ann:

·         Live-in medical services! This means you can get really cheap life insurance and not worry about it to much.

·         And on the topic of insurance… Ann is super smart, and organised, and just really awesome at practical stuff like that. Insurance, bills, mortgages, any kind of forms and receipts. And she’s happy to sit down and help you go through it- and, as we all know, everything is better when it’s with a friend you feel comfortable with.

·         You can tell Ann anything and she’ll just roll with it. No judgment. Either she takes it and lets you talk about it or she just acknowledges it and moves on.

·         Like Jane, Ann has very little patience for boy problems. In fact, she has zero time for it. Boys? Girls? No thank you. So if you’re into boys, I have some bad news for you.

·         Best friend maintenance. Occasionally, Ann will over work herself (with murder) and you will need to guide her to relaxation. Gently persuade her to sit down at the dinner table and just make idle chit chat with her every now and then as you make her a good, hearty meal (Or as good as you can do XD Anything between Beefy stew and a Cheese toastie will work fine, don’t worry. She’s not picky at all), and then watch some movies with her. No phones, no knitting, no drawing, no… whatever. No other activities except TV watching! She needs to rest. I’m always shocked at how relaxing just sitting and watching TV can be. There’s a big difference between doing that and multitasking.

·         Ann will call you to pretend there’s an emergency if you want to get out of social engagement.

·         A thing that two enjoy together is science fiction. Star Trek (Including the animation), The War of Worlds, the world of Star Wars, Dune, a Handmaids Tail, The 100, Eureka, etc. She loves the brainy stuff.

·         Ann is the logical friend, who tries to give the most practical advice and make pros and con lists and everything. And then you go ahead and do the crazy thing, the thing she said definitely would not work and would probably make things worse, and she just face palms and says she’s never getting mixed up in your mess again. … Until the next time, when she totally does.

·         “I love you Y/N, but I am not about to walk into a police office and bail you out of jail so do not do that.”

·         You trap her into resting by painting her nails (Hands and feet) in her sleep right before her alarm is about to go off so she has to take the morning SLOW or the paint will mess up. She just wakes up, you hold up a sign in front of her face that says ‘NAILS’ and she stops immediately. “You bitch.”

·         As kids, of course, the two of you would play make-believe family games and you were both mums (/ or you were the dad). She was the working mum and you were forced to stay home take care the baby (large container of vitamins with a face drawn on).

[smokeandjollyranchers]

This is a little follow up to this, since the idea hit me and @daciafu like a freakin’ freight train. So enjoy this FEELS fest that played out this way. 

Caleb gives Yussah the book they stole from Judge Hightower, only a slight tremor to his hands.

He takes it, flipping through the first few pages. A silver eyebrow arches as he does, and Yussah eyes Caleb with a slightly disapproving look. “And you just happened to find this?”

“Ja,” Caleb sits back in the couch, meeting his eyes. “A stroke of good luck.”

“I see.”

“I’ve seen a lot of things, so far.” Caleb tells him, scratching at his arms. “But nothing like this.”

“This certainly is something else.” Yussa agrees, his mouth drawing into a flat line. “I understand your curiosity. Allow me a couple days to look over your findings here, and perhaps we can come to a conclusion for what this happens to be.”

“I appreciate your help.” Caleb tells him, standing up to go. Yussah holds out his hand.

“Not so quickly, sit.”

Caleb swallows, but he does, waiting. He isn’t particularly happy to be visiting Yussah again so soon, but the book they found in Zadash is filled with runes he recognizes, and runes he doesn’t. The book had no business in the hands of a Judge, which means it was simply hiding in plain sight there.  There’s a chance they’ve alerted some very powerful people of its absence, and Caleb’s taken another big chance here, bringing this to Yussah’s door, but what choice did they have?

Yussah leans forward, his golden eyes narrowed. “Tell me, child, how do these increasingly powerful artifacts keep falling into your hands?”

“I simply keep my eyes open.”

“You and your friends, they’re just...along for the ride?”

“My friends are usually the ones making these plans.” Caleb tells him, hands clenched into fists. “They’re a curious group.”

“And what do they know of you? Has their curiosity turned itself to you yet? Have you figured out what you’ll tell them?”

“I…have told them plenty.”

“Will you tell them all?”

Caleb narrows his eyes, wondering why he’s getting angry. “I don’t see how this is pertinent to anything.”

“I told you to use who you need to, and you’ve come back to use me now. I’m allowing this, I’ll need you for something eventually, but your friends, do they understand what they’re being used for.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know much about you, Widogast, but I’m curious to learn more. If I throw my hat in the ring with you, what gains will you bring me? What horrors? What nonsense by being tied to you and you friends will continue to knock against my tower? I intend to learn more, and if you won’t talk to me, I will talk to them.”

Caleb swallows hard, wondering for the thousandth time if Yussah will be the one to get him killed. The Elf leans back in his chair, snapping his fingers. Wentworth appears from a door that wasn’t there moments ago, sticking his head in. “Yes, sir?”

“Please escort Mr. Widogast out, and get the name of where he’ll be staying. We’ll send for him in a few days. And be sure to bring Caduceus when you come back, I’ve recently received a wonderful tea, I would like his opinion.”

Clearly dismissed, Caleb stands, following the well dressed goblin through the halls. Wentworth leads him to the door with a smile. “Here you are, sir! And where might I find you later?”

“We’ll be staying at the Lavish Chateau, thank you.” Caleb answers, all to happy to leave this tower. Outside, Nott is waiting for him, chewing on a fish he doesn’t remember her having before he went in there. She smiles at him as he approaches, and she gets to her feet.

“How did it go?”

He sighs, holding his hand out to her. She takes it, crawling up his arm to sit in his shoulder. “He makes me uneasy, but he’s agreed to take a look.”

“That’s good, at least. Was his little friend with him?”

“Wentworth? Ja, he was there. Still looking snazzy.”

Nott hums, taking another bit out of her fish. “I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m sure we can make that happen,” Caleb smiles at her. “Ready to go back?”

“Yeah, I think everyone’s waiting for us.”

They arrive just in time for dinner, the two of them apologizing for the wait.

Their friends are seated at a table, Jester not with them yet. Beau leans on the table, elbows everywhere. “Was that dude still just a dick?”

“Oh ja,” Caleb tells her. “I think that’s his specialty.”

“What did he think about the book?” Fjord asks, handing him and Nott each a glass of wine.

“He’s not sure what to make of it either, but he’s going to take a look, and call for a us in a few days, after he’s had a chance to look through the book more.”

“Did he seem concerned?” Caduceus asks, and Caleb nods.

“There’s something in there he doesn’t trust, same as us. And he wants you to come back, he has some tea for you to try.”

Caduceus gives a slow smiles. “Well, that’s just great, I’ll be happy to join him again. That’s very kind of him.”

“He’ll be glad to hear it.”

Jester comes bouncing up to them then, a happy smile on her face. “Oh hey! You guys are back! That’s great! Mama has a show tonight, if you want to stay after dinner!”

“Of course we’ll stay.” Beau grins, a wicked curl to it. “Love watching your mom work.”

Jester sits down, resting her head in her hand and she looks at Beau with a grin. “You’re such a delinquent, you know that?”

“Awh, thanks Jess.”

X

As they’re getting ready for bed, Nott crawls up on the bed, a nervous look on her face. Caleb looks up from one of his books, his eyebrow raised. “Yes?”

“I want to ask you something, and I would prefer if you were honest with me? But I can’t make you be, so if you want to lie that’s okay too.”

Caleb closes his book, immediately on edge. “You are worrying me.”

Nott meets his eyes, and she takes a deep breath. “Do you…are you…is there something between you and Jester?”

His stomach drops, and he almost wishes she had asked him anything else. He would’ve much rather heard she was a double agent for the Empire than this. “What?”

Nott holds her hands up defensively. “Before you freak out-“

“Too late.”

“-You’ve said her name in your sleep. Like a couple times. Which is a lot for you. I’m just curious.”

“I don’t— no. There’s nothing between me and Jester. We are friends, as we’ve always been.”

Nott stares at him, deep in his eyes. He stares right back at her, in the strangest game of chicken he’s ever been in. Finally she sighs, and gets comfortable at the foot of the bed. “Alright, I was just curious. I suppose I was wrong.”

“It’s fine,” Caleb swallows, opening his book again. “I just wanted you to know.”

Nott keeps her back to him, but she whispers. “Do you want there to be something between you and Jester?”

“Nott-“

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, I just...you sounded happy, is all. They seemed like good dreams.”

“I’m fairly certain Jester and Fjord are still dancing around each other.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

“Nott-“

“It’s alright, Caleb, we don’t have to talk about it.” Nott tells him, curling up. “She told me today she likes to walk on the beach at night. She’s always going off alone, that girl. Goodnight.”

On the desk in their room, Frumpkin mewls, and Caleb looks over. His familiar is giving him the most judgmental look he’s ever seen on a cat’s face before. Caleb mentally tells him to fuck right off.

He’s able to read for the next hour until Nott falls asleep, but he isn’t able to read the page in front of him. Caleb’s been doing very well at keeping that moment in Zadash as the back of his mind, not wanting to dwell on the way Jester melted against him in the Judge’s office, the spattering of freckles on her shoulder, and that whimper she made when he ran his tongue against hers-

Caleb gives up in the book, getting off the bed and heading for the door. He needs some water or something. Anything. It will do him good to chase this memory from his mind.

He ends up in the lounge, in his slow walk of the Chateau.

Caleb isn’t looking for trouble, he’s just trying to clear his mind for a few moments, and the glass of wine the bartender pours helps a little bit. He needs to let go of the stupid memory. It’s not the first time he’s used that ploy, Trent taught them to be soft and charismatic as they needed to, sex is easy to sell, and even he and Astrid-

He groans, running a hand across his face. “Could I bother you for one more?”

“No bother.” The bartender tells him, refilling the glass. He makes sure not to suck this one down, he doesn’t need to be all over the place, he just needs to fucking relax. It helps, a little, and Caleb just focuses on breathing. Today has been a long day, and he’s ready to let it go.

“Caleb?”

He hears Jester’s voice behind him, and he wonders which God it was that he’s upset so badly they would do this to him. Caleb turns to her, and waves. “You’re up late.”

“So are you.” She counters, a grin on her face. “Are you drinking away your woes?”

“It’s been a day.” He sighs. Jester comes and sits next to him, her tail swishing happily.  

“Did Yussah give you a bunch of shit?”

“Yes, he really did.” Caleb tells her, rubbing his temple. “He is not a pleasant man.”

“I’m sorry,” Jester smiles at him, and leans forward conspiratorially. “Do you want to go draw a big ol’ dick on his tower?”

Caleb actually laughs at that, and he shakes his head. “No, that’s alright. Not yet, at least. But I’ll keep that offer for later.”

“Cash it in whenever!” She gives him a wicked grin, and he notices the blanket she has on over the over sized shirt she’s wearing.

“Where are you headed?”

“I wanted to go walk by the ocean! It’s better it I do it at night cuz then I don’t have to bother disguising myself. Plus the shells that come up at night time are the prettiest, and I wanted to grab a few.”

“That sounds nice.” He tells her, finishing his drink. “Don’t let me keep you.”

“Do you want to come? It’s really pretty!”

He knows he really shouldn’t, but that doesn’t stop him from telling her he would. Jester smiles, hopping to her feet. “Great! I have this really pretty spot! I think you’ll like it!!”

Caleb slides off his stool, gesturing towards the door. “Lead the way.”

Jester’s spot is incredibly beautiful.

They do have to hop down a few giant boulders, but it leads to a small alcove, with a tiny beach area. Caleb looks around, amazing by the way the sky meets the sea, and how big the moons look. “How did you find this place?”

Jester lays down her blanket, a sad smile on her face. “Come here, look.” She points back towards where they came, and he can see the lights of the Chateau. “That’s my room, riiiiiiiiiight there. I’ve been watching this place ever since I was little.”

“And now it’s yours.”

She smiles at that, looking back at him. “Yeah, you’re right. It is mine.”

Jester plops down on her blanket, and she looks up at the sky. Caleb follows her gaze up, at the spattering of stars through the sky. “Hey, do you know the stars? Like all their names and stuff?”

“Ja, I do.”

She pats the blanket next to her. “Okay come show me.”

He does, sitting down next to her. Jester tugs in his shirt, and they lie back on her blanket, and he starts pointing to the sky. “This one here, it’s named after a titan that lived centuries ago, the four stars grouped there? That’s his fist.”

“What’s his name?”

“Don’serak.”

“Is his dick in the stars too?”

Caleb rolls his eyes, and Jester giggles, lightly tapping his arm. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Really, I want to hear more. How many stars do you think there are?”

“Immeasurable, it would be like trying to count all of your freckles.”

Jester rolls on her stomach to look at him, grin on her face. “I tried that once! I got pretty far! But I couldn’t count the ones on my back.”

Caleb blinks, thinking about the freckles he had seen on her shoulders, and now she’s let him know there’s more as you go. He feels himself smirk a little, looking back at the sky. “Well, if you ever want to know, I’ll help you.”

He can see the surprised look on her face out of the corner of his eye, then she simply looks delighted that he’s willing to play her game. Jester tugs at the strings of her shirt a little, so it loosens enough that she can show her shoulder blades. “Fine, help me now. When I was little, Mama used to say that I might be a Star Goddess, since the ones on my back looked like the ones in the sky. Since you know all about the stars, you should check.”

She’s still laying on her stomach, but he’s sure she knows his face is bright red. He rolls over into his side, staring at the indigo dots spattered across her skin. Carefully, softly, he traces lines between a few of them with his finger. Her skin is cold, like it usually is, but he feels her shiver a little. “Your mother might have been right, there’s the Dawnfather’s bow.”

“She said that too.” Jester barely whispers, like she’s afraid too much noise might shatter this surreal moment they’ve found themselves in. Caleb keeps tracing, transfixed by the way his black fingertips look against the her skin.  

“I don’t know, that’s the only one I recognize.”

“Clearly,” Jester huffs. “You’re not looking hard enough.”

“You’re right,” He scoffs, tracing a shape between a grouping of six of them. “There’s a manticore.”

“Is it at least a cute one?”

“Of course.” He assures her, tracing the several between her shoulder blades. She swallows when he does, and it makes him smile. “That one looks like the dodecahedron.”

“See,” She turns to look at him, out of the corner of her eye. “I’m more star than I am a person.”

“Absolutely,” he agrees, removing his finger from her back. “It’s uncanny.”

Jester rolls on her side too, so she can face him. Her shirt still shows most of her shoulders, and her collarbones. “Caleb, how come you’re always smiling at me?”

His breath hitches, her eyes on his much harder to face than her skin. “You’re pretty funny.”

“I am.” She agrees, a smirk on her face. “I’m hilarious, actually. And made of stardust. But I don’t think that’s why.”

“You got me,” he scoffs. “It’s your modesty.”

“Oh you know me so well, Caleb. I’m am the most modest person ever, if there was a contest, I would win every single time.” She dramatically sticks her nose in the air and he rolls his eyes. “Is my modesty why you agreed to come down to the beach with me?”

“Oh there’s lots of reasons.” He says before he can really think about it. Jester grins at that, rolling back on her stomach, head in her hands while her feet come up.

“Oh, do tell.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible flirt?”

“Of course, usually 15 minutes into meeting me. But if you wanted to fliiiiiiirrrt with me, we could’ve just stayed inside.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?” He sighs, and she holds up a finger, poking his nose.

“You’re deflecting, Cayyyyyleb. Not this time.”

Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, conflicted in a way he hasn’t been for years. Part of him wants to tell her, wants to say how she’s been in his head ever since they kissed, but even before that. Her joy is infectious and he wants to help her spread it, he wants to see what she’s capable of, out there in the world that truly isn’t ready for her.

But he hesitates, he always hesitates.  Will you tell them all? Yussah had asked him, and here’a a perfect opportunity. He can tell her everything, he can change the tides, he can create a new world in seconds.  He lies to her, always, often, still. She still doesn’t know his full story, and it feels like lying to her, letting her flirt with him, letting her smile at him like that, when he’s such a monster. The more he lets her become close to her, the more he’s going to hurt her if she ever finds out who he really is. But that’s the future, that’s not now, that’s not this second.

Because this second is Jester, staring at him, bathed in starlight, smiling at him. Waiting for him to answer her, because she thinks she knows, but she wants to hear him say it. She deserves to understand why he’s being like this, and if nothing else, she’s owed that much by him.

With shaking fingers, Caleb reaches out and brushes her bangs from her eyes, so he can watch her reaction clearly. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you lately.”

She blinks, slowly. “Really?”

“Really.” He sighs, giving her a small smile. “Have been for a while, haven’t stopped thinking about you since Zadash.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you? I’m as nervous as you are.”

“I’m not—“ She stops, exhaling, her shoulders dropping tension as she does. “I am. So nervous.”

“Me too.” Caleb assures her. “It’s okay.”

“Good. Cuz...I’m going to kiss you again, okay? And this isn’t because some guards are about to catch us probably committing treason.”

He swallows, but he nods, and Jester leans in, pressing her lips to his. It’s softer than before, when they were furiously trying to pretend they were spoiled aristocrats just sneaking away, this is better. This is better, because Jester looks like Jester. This is better because when she pulls away, and he reaches for her again, she lets him do it. This is better, because they both know they’re doing this because they want to be.  

Jester lets him push her back on her side, and his arms wrap around her. Caleb hasn’t felt anything near this in years, and he’s forgotten how addicting something like this can be, something like Jester is. His fingers find their way into her hair, and they pull apart for air. Her eyes are half open, looking at him. She smiles, poking his nose again. “See, that’s exactly what I thought was the case.”

He scoffs, kissing her again. “I know you did. You’re wise.”

“Wiser than you.” She agrees. “Wise enough to know that you’re really gonna want to talk about this, and it’s probably not going to happen tonight, since it’s getting pretty late”

“Two minutes to 1:30.” He says, and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay so, with your clock brain, keep track of the time, cuz you’re going to keep kissing me for like, five more minutes, then you’re going to walk me home.”

“Deal.” He grins, pulling her towards him again.

When he walks back into his room, he isn’t expecting two pairs of eyes to be watching him.

Nott is sitting up on the bed, Frumpkin in her lap. They’re both staring at him, and Caleb knows that his face is scarlet, and he stares back, waiting for someone to move. Eventually, Nott scratches Frumpkin’s ears, and she lays back down on the bed.

“You alright.”

“Uh huh.”

“Did you get her back okay?”

“I didn’t-“

“Goodnight Caleb.”

Caleb crawls into bed, his face shoved into the pillow so Nott can’t see the stupid smile on his face.