#descendants crossword

[itsalwaysforyou]

i made a descendants crossword :)

[the-gay-rat]

Riordan-verse Prophecies

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned, You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned, You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.

You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone, You shall find what you seek and make it your own, But despair for your life entombed within stone, And fail without friends, to fly home alone

  Five shall go west to the goddess in chains, One shall be lost in the land without rain, The bane of Olympus shows the trail, Campers and Hunters combined prevail, The Titan’s curse must one withstand, And one shall perish by parent’s hand. 

You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze, The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise. You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand, The child of Athena's final stand. Destroy with a hero's final breath, And lose a love to worse than death.

A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds and see the world in endless sleep, The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap, a single choice will end his days, Olympus to preserve or raise.

The heroes of Olympus 

seven heroes shall answer the call to storm or fire the world must fall an oath to keep with final breath as foes bear arms to the doors of death

Child of lightning beware the earth the giants revenge the seven shall birth forge and dove shall break the cage and death unleashed through Heras rage 

 to the north beyond the gods lies the legions crown falling from the ice the son of Neptune shall drown

wisdoms daughter walks alone the mark of Athena burns through Rome twins snuff out the angels breath who holds the key to endless death the giants bane stands gold and pale won through the pain from a woven jail 

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard 

Wrongly chosen, Wrongly slain, A hero Valhalla cannot contain. Nine days hence the sun must go east, Ere sword of summer unbinds the beast. 

The Trials of Apollo

Caves of blue. 

…Westward, burning.

Pages turning.

…Indiana.

Happiness approaches.

There was once a god named Apollo, Who plunged in a cave blue and hollow, Upon a three seater, the bronze fire-eater, Was forced death and madness to swallow 

The words that memory wrought are set to fire, Ere new moon rises o’er the devils mount, Till bodies fill the Tibet beyond count.

Yet southward must the sun now trace its course, Through the mazes dark to land of scorching death, to find the master of the swift white horse and wrest from the crossword speaker’s breath.

To westward must the lester go; Demeter’s daughter finds her ancient roots. The Cloven guide alone the way does he know, To walk the path in Thine own enemies boots

When three are known and Tiber reached alive, tis only then Apollo starts to jive 

Bronze upon gold

East meets west

Legions are redeemed 

Light the depths 

One against many

Never spirit defeat 

Ancient words spoken 

Shaking old foundations 

Destroy the tyrant 

Aid the winged 

Under golden hills

Great stallion’s foal 

Turn red tides 

Harken the trumpets

Enter strangers home 

Regain lost glory

Apollo faces death in Tarquin’s tomb unless the doorway to the soundless god is opened by (Bellona’s Daughter)

A wildcat near the spinning lights. The tomb of Tarquin with horses bright. 

To open doors two-fifty-four 

O son of Zeus the final challenge face, The tow’r of Nero two alone ascend, dislodge the beast that hast usurped thy place, The son of Hades, cavern runner’s friend, Must show the secret way unto the throne. On Nero’s own your lives now depend. A dare reveals the path that was unknown, And bears destruction; Lion, snake-entwined or else the princeps never be o’erthrown 

Apollos flesh and blood shall soon be mine, Alone he must descend into the dark, The sibyl never again to see his sign, Lest wrestle with me till se his final spark, The god dissolves, leaving not a mark 

Apollo must fall, but Apollo must rise again 

The Sun and the Star

Go forth and find the one who calls out your name, who suffers and despairs for refusing to remain; there leave some of equal value behind, or your body and soul no one will ever find.

(correct me if i got any wrong)

[uhhhitsme]

20 and 29 for Curt and / or Owen? 👀

i already did 20 for curt and owen here, and 29 for curt here. but i can definitely do 29 for owen!

-29- quirks and personal habits

chews on his bottom lip when he's stressed, but only when he's alone or with curt

technically canon but he also does that thing where he sucks in a lot of breath and then exhales it all at once when he's frustrated. i have affectionately coined it the pufferfish face

he's very expressive and physical when he's talking, waves his arms around like crazy to punctuate what he's saying

has a habit of descending into long-winded, ridiculously dramatic monologues over small things

loves to infodump. knows a bunch of random trivia that literally no one gaf about

dogears his book pages

he has a very particular pen he likes to use, and is very possesive about it (he wouldn't let curt use it at first). he's been stocking up

he's not a BAD cook, but he isn't very good at it either. his food is typically just edible---shit he can survive off of, but doesn't necessarily enjoy. no one ever taught him how to do it right, so he sort of just figured out the basics on his own and never moved on from there

unironically uses really long, pretentious, fancy words without realising that nobody fucking knows what he's saying

doesnt mind grime, but hates disorganisation (curts the opposite)

has to finish a crossword in one sitting if he starts one. if he doesnt, he spends the rest of the day grouchy

he's such a loser to me i love him

[jackhkeynes]

run "symbol"

run /rɪn/ [ʀɪn]

character, letter, the visual representation of a letter of a writing system;

symbol, glyph, any non-verbal representation which imparts information;

(historical, specifically) rune, a letter in one of the German writing systems

Etymology: originally in the last sense, descending from Old Borlish run /ryn/ "rune". This was borrowed either from Old Norse rún "secret, rune" or Old English rūn "mystery, rune". In the Middle Borlish period this word retained senses like "magic spell" and "talisman", but these became obsolete in the sixteenth century (although derivatives like runam "secretly" and runastr "sorcerer" survive to the modern day).

Jo ney a l'oc run final yembr ny scarrad yarcer. /ʒo ni a lɔk rɪn fiˈnal jɛmbr̩ ni xaˈrad jarˈdzɛr/ [ʝo ni a lɔ ʀɪn fɪˈnal ˈʝɛm.bɐ ni xɐˈʀad ʝɐːˈdzɛː] 1s fail at df=s.px letter final get-inf in-df word.game grid.shaped I can't get the last letter in this crossword.

[absentlurker]

Steve is always here, Eddie notices. He’s honestly not sure when the guy leaves to sleep, eat and do all the human basic needs.

He’s just always there when he wakes up and he’s there when he passes out after a dose of morphine. When he’s pain free for just a little while.

Eddie’s been bed ridden since he woke up after the demon bat storm. I’m honestly part mummy at this point, Eddie thinks to himself with slight humor. He’s honestly feeling kind of overwhelmed today. Steve looks up from his crossword and notices the curve in his lips.

“What are you smiling about?” Steve asks with a smile of his own on his face. Eddie rolls his head towards and pulls a face.

“I’m nothing like Zombie Boy, you know? I’m just Mummy Man laid up in bed like this.” Steve huffs and it seems fond, Eddie thinks in the very back of his mind which what? Steve rolls his eyes, “you won’t always be Mummy Man. Soon, you’ll be Scar Man with a sick made up story just like me.” Steve winks at him and does a dumb finger gun with his free hand.

His face drops a little when Eddie just stares at him for a moment before Eddie carefully places a hand over his eyes wary of the bandages on his face. He can feel the warm rush of tears building in his eyes. He hears Steve take a quick breath in before that awful hospital chair scrapes on the floor. Eddie knows he’s hovering.

“Eddie, Eddie, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He feels Steve’s hand gently brush against his wrist and Eddie couldn’t stop the sob when he inhales sharply. Steve’s hands are darting back and forth from Eddie’s hair, his shoulders and his arms as he quietly tries to comfort him as Eddie presses his hand tighter against his eyes as he descends into deeper, heavier sobs.

It hurts to cry, Eddie thinks a little hysterically, but I think I needed to. He doesn’t know how long his lays there, shaking with tears dripping down his face but when he finally removes his hand the first thing he sees is Steve still hovering over him. His hands though are gentle as they stroke his hair back. He magically gets a tissue and starts wiping Eddie’s tear away. He looks so sad, Eddie notes as he looks over Steve’s face.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry…I just opened my big mouth and I made it worse and I’-,” Eddie interrupts him by quietly hushing him. Steve blinks down at him.

“I’m so grateful for you, man.” Eddie watches Steve’s eyes widen and a light flush crawl onto his face. Steve’s hand pauses on his face. “I would literally be drowning in pain and self-pity and how the world sucks and-“ Eddie sucks in a quick breath before continuing, “then there’s you.” We’re making some serious eye-contact right now, Eddie wildly thinks to himself but he can’t stop looking at him.

“You’re here every single day. I literally have no idea when you sleep or eat or anything because you are always here with me and I haven’t told you how much I appreciate you being here with me. Making shitty jokes, “ Steve rolls his eyes again with a small smile which makes Eddie grin, “and just making me feel like I’m not alone. That I’m not just rotting here in this hospital bed and people do care.”

“Eddie! So many people care! Your uncle, Dustin-“

Eddie shakes his head gently before grasping Steve’s arm. “It’s important to me that you care.” Eddie admits and he honestly doesn’t know where this bravery is coming from, what the fuck. Steve drops his head with a groan and says, “who the fuck knew you were so smooth, Mummy Man?” Eddie almost chokes on the laugh that comes out. “Wha- I mean it!”

Steve chuckles as he tosses the tissues into the trash can before turning back and smiling at him…beaming? Is this what people call beaming? Eddie wonders softly.

“I do care about you. I care about you a lot.” Steve admits quietly. He brushes Eddie’s curls back. Eddie can feel his own face flushing. “And I’ll be here until I can help you walk out of here.” Steve watched him for a moment before he asks hesitantly, “then maybe we could go on a date?”

Eddie is full on blushing. He knows he is. His face is literally on fire. Oh, God. I’m such a fucking loser, Eddie grips to himself. He still lets a smile take over his face though as he says, “Hell yeah, man.”

Steve’s laugh is something I want to hear for the rest of my life, is the quiet confession Eddie thinks to himself as he relaxes into his awful hospital bed to spend another day with Steve.

FIN

Y’all, I’m so sick with the flu (the flu, can you believe?) and I wrote this cause I’m projecting myself onto Eddie after I was watching a tiktok, laughing so hard when it somehow turned into legit sobs. Just bawled my eyes out for 5 minutes.

Anyway.

Thanks for reading! Ok byeeeee!

[easeupkid]

okay hit us with the game suggestions pls i wanna know EVERYTHING!!!!

YAYYYYYYY

okay first: the crosswords that i enjoy because i am a crossword puzzle solver first and foremost

vox’s are fun and a midi size so bigger than mini but not as big as like 15x15 (standard weekday size)

i also enjoy la times crosswords and they’re not paywalled !!

caleb’s inferno is a monthly crossword that gets more difficult as you descend !

as mentioned in my og post i like scrabblegrams as a fun little daily word game :) but i also just like playing online scrabble against the computer or a friend

worldle is a fun daily geography game

relatle is a music game where you work from one musical artist to another through their similar artists on spotify

not a daily game but i like doing this grid logic puzzles

and also, and i can not stress this enough, sporcle is such a good boredom buster

[alpydk]

Hi. Do you mind taking requests? I saw you did one for Chase/reader, and i funny enough had a shitty experience in a waiting room recently (I had an anxiety attack and kept having tics lol). So if I may request: Chase with a very anxious reader. Doesn’t have to be romantic. Maybe a sprinkle of Tourette’s if you don’t mind but no need, literally do whatever you want with this idea whatever you make I’m sure I’ll eat it up. Thanks!

Good morning anon. Thank you for taking the time to message me. I'm always willing to provide comfort when someone needs it, and I'm sorry about the experience you had. I know what it's like living with anxiety and some days it can be tough, so you have all my sympathy.

I have done you a little fic, but I must make a little disclaimer. I'm not overly experienced with Tourettes, so what you will find in this fic is largely based on a kid I used to teach and what I observed with them, as well as some reading from the NHS and such. I do hope that is okay.

The shrill of the nurse's telephone breaks through the din. Answer it, you think to yourself as each sharp ring pierces your senses. The chemical lights are too bright, burning your eyes. You sharply blink to relieve the sensation. The people around are sitting too close, shoulders almost brushing. You clear your throat and hope the guy next to you isn’t keeping track of how many times you’ve done this in the last few minutes.

Hospitals are meant to be places of calm, of healing, and yet each time you have visited you have felt overwhelmed. The lights, the sound, the people. There is a movement around you as if you were in a whirlpool, caught in the tides and being dragged under. You shrug your shoulder, nudging the guy next to you. He looks over with contempt but doesn’t say anything.

The urge to clear your throat comes again, but you hold back, lowering your head to make yourself smaller, concentrating on appearing normal - whatever that means in the world of medicine. Like a gull over tempestuous seas, the telephone calls out its shriek again. The storm rages around you. You become smaller. You clear your throat.

Each minute, each breath, you feel your throat become tighter. Clearing it is no longer an option as your heart squeezes its way up your larynx. You focus on your hands on your lap, tapping your fingers in a repetitive motion. Thumb to pointer, to index, to ring, to pinkie. Back again. Become smaller. Your shoulder shrugs. Again, the guy glances over. He’s considering moving, isn’t he?

You don’t hear your name called as your focus goes into the calming tides of your fingertips, a rhythmic back and forth keeping you held down. Your mind pulls you to the safety of a small bedroom, the storm now outside the window, your legs pulled to your chest, as you will yourself to be as unnoticeable as possible.  

“Where are you?”

You look up, blonde hair draped over soft skin. Blue eyes shining in front of you, Robert Chase looking at you curiously, as if trying to solve a crossword puzzle. You see the chewed-up pen in his lab coat pocket, see the subtle patch of his lips where he has bitten the soft pink flesh.

You don’t hear his words but feel the warm touch of his palm as he halts the tapping of your fingers. The waiting room is gone, the gulls silenced, the vortex peaceful. You clear your throat and blink. Your eyes no longer burn.

You cling to him as if he is driftwood as he leads you to a small examination room, turning off the florescent lights. Sunlight peers through the partially closed blinds and in the dim light of the room you feel your shoulders relax. Your heart descends back to your chest, but its beat remains constant as you watch him.

You perch on the edge of the small bed, your arms pulled tight around you, resisting the urge of the sharp jolt of your shoulder, and you watch as he pulls up a seat. You ask what he meant by his question. “Where are you?” You were in the waiting room, of course.

He shakes his head, blonde strands becoming subtle waves, and you see those blue eyes look over your features, searching for the answer to his puzzle once again.

“No, where are you?”

You realise what he means, that he’s searching not for your body but your mind. It sounds so stupid to say out loud, but something in the way he looks at you makes you trust him. The soft lilt of his accent is calming. Not the shrill of a gull’s call, but the beat of its wings.

“I’m in my bedroom.”

You do not tell him more of how you are the child curled up into a ball on the bed, trying to make yourself as small as possible, trying to block out the loneliness, the feeling of judgement, the fear. But he knows and understands. He sees you, every flaw, every blemish, every mistake and regret. He sees beneath the tics and the anxiety, sees the person in need of support.

“I’m in my father’s study,” he replies.

You don’t understand, but do at the same time. A kindred spirit lost at sea, just as you are, clinging onto driftwood and looking for shore. You clear your throat and want to apologise, don’t want to make his day any more difficult than it may already be.

He smiles, tells you not to worry. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to hide who you are. Just be you and everything’ll be okay.”

[thelampisaflashlight]

Cirice

[Quincy meets Mountain and subsequently gets bullied.] Below the cut.

The abbey's library is absolutely stunning.

He'd said as much when Brother Elijah brought him there after his interview, and, even now, nearly a month into his work, Quincy finds it just as magnificent and fantastical as the first time.

However...

"20 down, 6 letters, an old English word for church..."

Although Quincy loves the library, it's not the most lively place.

Clergy come and go, and some linger to study books about this or that, Quincy isn't sure what the primary focus of their research is, but much of it involves skimming through heavy resource books that are all written in some archaic language he cannot begin to understand.

Thankfully, the spines are labeled in English, or, at the very least, Latin.

A bell tolls, signifying midday, and the assembled clergy begin closing their books, setting them off to the side, shuffling their notes and gathering their belongings to leave.

Quincy nods to them as they depart, and receives small waves and warm smiles in response.

The siblings are always very respectful and polite, to the extent that it makes him a little nervous.

Despite having left the faith years ago, Quincy had grown up Christian, and is still struggling to unlearn the more "us or them" teachings his church had beaten into his head as a child and young teenager.

It is not an easy thing to do, and his mind often swirls with negative thoughts and feelings that he tries not to let color his opinions of the people around him, but he has to try.

Quincy stretches, then stands slowly, rolling up his sleeves.

"Right, let's get to it..."

Tidying up the library requires Quincy's full attention, having not fully acquainted himself with the layout, he can easily sort the books themselves by their DDCs but...

"Why are none of these shelves labeled??"

"Mn, I believe it's because the late Papa Emeritus III found the placards too plain, and thought that they 'detracted from the aesthetics'..." Brother Elijah had told him during lunch one afternoon, "Which is... funny, considering I do not think he spent much time actually in the library... at least not to utilize the resources there."

"What was he doing then??" Quincy had questioned, "Just sitting about?"

"Ah, no..." Brother Elijah trailed off, "Well, kind of. He was fond of... roleplay so to speak."

Quincy is still not entirely sure what he meant by that.

What kind of so-called "roleplay" could you even do in a library??

He'd tried to ask Brother Elijah exactly that, but the older man waved him off, saying it was better if he didn't know.

The same day, whilst cleaning, Quincy found a desk towards the back of the library, out of view, with... decidedly nail shaped indentations on the surface, as if someone had been gripping it tightly.

He's still not sure what to do with this information, nor certain how or why he thinks it's connected to the dead guy's... roleplay.

Returning to the present, Quincy finds himself on the second floor, a single book remaining in his hands; It's old and worn, and the sticker label marking where it belongs has long since faded beyond his ability to read.

He flips it open, examining cover to cover trying to find some marker or indication of where it belongs, but everything written inside -and indeed it is written, handwritten in a brownish ink- is in an illegible cursive scrawl.

If he didn't know better, he'd think he accidentally snatched up one of the siblings' notebooks, but the book was simply too old for that to be the case.

The paper, the bindings...

It's a very old tome indeed.

Another bell tolls.

"I'll figure this out later." he tells himself, descending the staircase and depositing the book at the front desk beside his crossword puzzle, grabbing his bag and departing from the library... only to find the hallways packed with clergy members and much chatter.

Quincy hops to see over the crowd, but he can barely see passed the wall of people.

"What's going on?" he asks, tapping the shoulder of a nearby sibling.

"The ghouls have returned!" they announce excitedly, "They're finally back!"

"The what now?"

"The ghouls!"

Quincy blinks, "That... clears up absolutely nothing."

"The ghouls are high ranking members of the church." a now familiar voice explains, "They're essentially celebrities here."

Quincy tilts his head up in the crowd, making eye contact with Brother Elijah.

"So they're kind of like... the 'popular kids' here then?"

Brother Elijah chuckles, "Mn, not quite. They do have a rather large following, but that's only natural, they are musicians after all, and everyone gets at least a little excited to see their favorite ones."

Quincy hops to see over the crowd again, catching a glimpse of... well, more tops of heads, and one face towering above the assembled clergy.

He makes the briefest of eye contact with the man; He's lean and tall, with a narrow face and long brown hair, and when he locks eyes with Quincy, it may be his imagination, but there's the slightest hint of...

...Anger?

Quincy shivers, grateful, suddenly, for the wall of people between them.

He's certain the other had scowled upon seeing him.

It could just be nerves, or his mind playing tricks on him and seeing hostility where there is none, but he doesn't try to jump up to confirm ether theory.

"Are you alright?" Brother Elijah asks, peering down at him worriedly.

"Ah, just... wondering when the crowd will clear up." he says, waving off the other's concerns, "I wanted to go eat my lunch."

"If you say so." he hums, "Here, I'll clear a path. Stick close."

With that, Brother Elijah begins pushing his way through the crowd, and Quincy grabs the band around his cassock to keep them tethered together so he doesn't get lost.

It doesn't take long before they've popped free into the main corridor, taking the opposite path from the... the ghouls?

"Why are they called ghouls?" Quincy asks, letting go of Brother Elijah's belt, "Is that, like, a status thing?"

"In a sense, yes." he says, smoothing his uniform, "It's hard to explain, and I'm not entirely sure how much I can tell you about that, honestly."

"It's another one of those, 'You have to be in the know.' kind of deals, yeah?"

He nods.

"It's better if, for now, you just make yourself aware of their presence and avoid them when you can." he goes on to say, "They're not bad people, nor particularly dangerous, but they can be a bit... much."

"You forget I used to work in a bar, Brother." Quincy points out, "I've likely dealt with similar or even worse."

"Still... I think it would be better if you didn't involve yourself with them more than you have to." the other states, his brow furrowed.

He seems genuinely worried about the idea of him interacting with the ghouls, but that just makes Quincy... curious.

However.

"Mn, I probably won't see them, so it's fine." he says, "One of them, the really tall one, gave me a look and, frankly, I don't want to find out what it means."

"Ahh, that would be Mountain... He's a fairly easygoing person, but he is rather... abrasive at first."

"His name is... Mountain?"

"Yes. Actually, all of them have sort of... nicknames?"

"I se-" Quincy's stomach growls loudly, cutting himself off.

Brother Elijah smiles.

"Come on, let's get some food in you."

.

.

.

Returning to the library after lunch -mostly simple, easy to eat snacks like fruit or cheese for Quincy, and a sandwich from the kitchen for Brother Elijah- Quincy settles back behind the front desk, pulling out the book from earlier and tries to glean any new information from it that he can.

The letters seem to swirl on the pages nonsensically at first, but the longer he focuses on them, the more recognizable the shapes become.

He can tell which are meant to be lowercase 'q's, 'p's, 'g's, and 'y's now at the very least.

But none of the words are familiar to him.

He sets the book down again, taking out his crossword again.

"13 across, 7 letters, a rumbling during a storm..."

"Thunder." a low voice booms, "...do you always do puzzles while working?"

Quincy startles, almost falling out of his chair, but a long arm reaches across the desk, grabbing the back of it.

"You should be careful."

Quincy's eyes widen.

It's... It's the man from before.

It's Mountain.

"I-I... I'm sorry?"

"You need not apologize to me." the tall man sighs, "But, really, you should pay more attention to your surroundings, how could you not hear me come in?"

Quincy squirms in his seat, he feels like a little kid caught doing something wrong.

"I... I was distracted."

"Yes, by your puzzle." he states coolly, gesturing at the paper, now spread out across the floor behind the desk, dropped in his fright.

"I'm sorry." he apologizes again, "I-I... were you trying to get my attention? I'm sorry..."

Mountain frowns, righting the chair and pulling Quincy back towards the desk in one fluid motion.

Why is he so strong??

Why is he so... fucking tall??

Quincy gulps.

"I just wanted to say hello, but you seemed to be off in your own little world, so I thought I might snap you back to reality before someone more important found you goofing off on the job." he chastises, clicking his teeth for emphasis, "You haven't been here nearly long enough to get away with this sort of thing, so you have to be careful, yes?"

Quincy nods quickly, "Yes, Sir."

Mountain's face contorts more, if possible, becoming even more annoyed.

"Don't call me 'sir'."

"What... what should I call you then?" he asks, side-eyeing the massive hand still latched to the back of the chair.

"Mountain."

"Mountain... I'm..."

"Quincy Byrne." Mountain drawls, tilting his nametag upwards with a single, large finger from his free hand, "I want us to be friends, so, be careful not to get yourself into trouble, alright?"

Friends?

He-

With that, Mountain releases him, standing to his full height, and ascends the stairs to the second floor, leaving Quincy to babble uselessly.

"What."

What was that?!

Despite Mountain having righted his chair before leaving him, Quincy still bails out onto the floor with a loud crash.

"Ow..."

"...Are you alright?" Mountain calls from the upstairs railing.

"Y-Yeah, I'm great."

Quincy sits on the floor for a moment, trying to regain his composure.

What even...

Grabbing his paper from the floor, Quincy goes to stand, bumping his head on the underside of the desk.

Thud.

A loud sigh echoes through the silence of the library.

Oi.

"Be quiet down there, some of us are actually trying to get work done."

Quincy bristles, "I-"

"Shhhh-"

Did he just shush him???

Ugh...

Quincy picks up his chair and sits back down, about to toss his paper in the bin, when...

"Oh, 20 down..."

"Cirice." Mountain says from somewhere above, "And do learn to read in your head."

Quincy bites his tongue to keep from screaming.

[red1sg0n3]

COLOUR CREW INCORRECT QUOTES

my hand slipped :)

Pink: SIX MONTHS.

Rye: What’s she yelling about?

Red, Sweating: I’m sure it’s nothing

Pink: foR SIX MONTHS YOU WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT-

~

Pink, to Red: I’ve categorised your messages into three sections

Pink: ‘Messages from Red’, ‘Death Threats’, and ‘Death Threats from Red’.

~

Blue: What are you doing?

Red, surrounded by birds: Raising a family

~

Rye: I have no fears

Blue: What would you do if you woke up and Pink was taller than you?

Rye:

Rye: I have one fear.

~

Blue: Are we sure Red is getting enough sleep?

Pink: I think her eyes close when they sneeze.

~

Red: In your opinion whats the hight of stupidity?

Mochi, turning to Simp: Hey, how tall are you?

~

Red: Bitch.

Pink: Blocked.

Red: Wait unblock me I need to tell you something

Pink: …Unblocked.

Red: Bitch-

~

Rye, Bursting through the door looking panicked:

Blue: What happened?!

Rye: NOBODY DIED

Blue: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT??

~

Mochi: Man i just wanna get laid.

Mochi: In the ground. Put me in a coffin. Let my soul descend.

Simp: Descend?

Mochi: You heard me.

~

Mochi: Some people play hard to get!

Mochi: I play hard to want.

~

Pink: You ever wish you could block people in real life?

Blue: Restraining order

Red: Murder

~

Pink: Lets play 20 questions

Rye: Alright, what’s your favourite colour?

Pink: Tomato, do you like moth people—

~

Red: Hey I had a crazy idea

Blue: Those are never comforting words coming from you.

~

Red: Did you think this through?!

Simp: Bold of you to assume I think.

~

Red: Tea no longer keeps me going so I have Pink text me ‘We need to talk’ periodically so I have enough fear and anxiety to keep me going.

~

Blue: oh please Pink! You love-slash-loathe Rye! And Rye loves-slash-loathes you back, which is pretty much one step away from matrimony!

~

Blue: We need to learn to treat eachother with respect and dignity.

Blue: So shut the fuCK UP AND LISTEN—

~

Pink: How are you even alive?

Red: Dumb luck! In that I’m lucky all of you are so dumb.

~

Rye: Hey I need help with this crossword puzzle, Need a five letter word for disappointment.

Simp: Mochi

Mochi:

Rye: …well it fits.

~

Red: Gentle reminder to not eat too much before bed!

Pink: No

Red: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance brings me devoid amounts of rage.

Rye: Technically it was only one word of defiance.

Red: I want nothing more than to uppercut you into the stratosphere.

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ENTITY IDENTIFICATIONS

@local-angst-dispenser / @witchybluedeity / @countavaricious / @sucuretcannelle / @theitskid

PINK / BLUE / WHITE / ORANGE / PURPLE

[arctic-hands]

another day, another crossword, another moment my hatred for stanley newman descends deeper into the pits of hell

[madisonmontgomeryimagines]

brooke + a reader who’s more extroverted and openly affectionate? ^^

Initially, you had been a little worried that you'd overwhelm her, the much more reserved girl always polite when you exchanged a few words on her way into the library. While you wouldn't consider yourself rowdy, you couldn't deny that you flourished when you were around other people. You didn't know enough about the other girl to say that she was the opposite, but you worked at the library often enough to notice that Brooke generally kept to herself unless she needed help.

There was nothing wrong with that, it was meant to be a quiet and peaceful environment, but it would be a lie to say that boredom never snuck up on you and made you ache for companionship. Brooke had taken to spending hours at a time in the library anyway, it just made sense to be friendly, but you didn't want to push anything and seem weird.

A shrill shriek made you jump harder than the loud snarl of thunder did, cast into darkness by the storm. Despite yourself, you heaved an inward groan at the thought of fighting with the backup generator, and suddenly going to make sure no one was being murdered was almost appealing. Almost.

The streetlights outside were dark too, not leaving you much optimism for a speedy fix. "Hello? Is everyone okay?" You called out, fingers trailing the wall as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You could make out a couple flashlight beams - an elderly woman using her phone to illuminate the crossword puzzle she was working away at and one of the local students making a hasty exit through the glass doors.

"Sorry," Brooke's mumble came from one of the aisles to your right, and if you stared hard enough into the shadows you could make out her frame. "I thought I saw something, trick of the lightning."

"It's okay, as long as you're not hurt or anything?" You dug around the re-shelving cart for the flashlight someone insisted on keeping there, carefully guiding the beam towards your companion while trying not to blind her.

"No, just mortified." Brooke offered a wry smile, looking very much like she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her.

"Well, I should have the lights back on in no time, but if you want to head home before the storm gets worse I can wait for your ride with you."

"No," she answered too quickly, silent steps closing the distance between the two of you. "If the power is coming back on, I still have some stuff I need to find."

"Fair enough. Give me a little bit to get it set up."

With that, you'd made your way to the door that descended to the basement, not even realizing your companion had followed you until you were already squeezing between boxes of stored books and documents to get to the beast you needed to appease. A coworker had tried to explain it once, what actually happened when you reset the generator and brought it back on, but you didn't really feel confident enough in your understanding of electricity and motors to say you understood it beyond memorizing the ritual to make it turn on.

Brooke took the flashlight gently from your grasp before you could ask her to hold it, a measure of curiosity in her gaze as she illuminated your work station.

"Thanks," you flashed her a grin, "really didn't want to have to hold it in my teeth." You were only half joking, but it was enough to earn a chuckle from her anyway.

"Does this always happen when it storms?"

"Just about," you lifted a shoulder. "The wiring is all fucked up and around here the power nearly goes out if the breeze is too strong." When you heard the great beast hum to life, you wiped your hands on your pants and stepped back, taking the flashlight back, fingers lingering when they brushed hers. "Once it gets up and running the lights will be back. Maybe I can help you find what you're looking for."

"I'd appreciate it." Her smile made your bones weak and turned your thoughts to quick glimpses of desire to spend time with her outside of work - buying her a coffee, grabbing lunch together, cooking her dinner.

Embarrassed at how smitten you were, you could only nod as you led her carefully back to the stairs, grabbing her hand gently without thinking about it as you weaved through the piles of boxes again. Above you, the lights buzzed quietly with grumblings as they glowed to life again. Without releasing your hand, Brooke gravitated to the same aisle you had found her in, leading you away to a space that almost felt tight enough to be intimate.

Finding the book that she wanted seemed rather determined to make itself a challenge for you. It hadn't been on the shelves, or in the piles at the desk, or on the carts. You knew the library had it, you could even see the title in your own handwriting in one of the inventory logs, and the last time it had been checked out was almost a year and a half ago.

"It's okay, I can try and dig around online for a copy somewhere." Brooke clearly felt guilty that her request for help was now approaching a half hour long search without results.

"Let me check one last place," you pleaded quickly, enjoying her company and not wanting to face the misery of working alone. Again you went down into the basement. The piles of boxes were helpful landmarks now, the closer they were to the back wall where the generator was, the longer they had been down there. As the person who got saddled with the unlucky job of bringing the boxes down here, you were confident in saying that only three or four boxes of nonfiction reference books came down in the time since the book Brooke wanted had last left your doors.

She sat on one of the bottom stairs as you shifted through different sizes and titles, and when you peeked at her from the corner of your eye, the smile playing on her lips threatened to make you search every last box. Mercifully, your quarry was in the second one you checked, a triumphant sound slipping from your lips as you lifted the book out of the box and extended it towards Brooke.

"You're incredible," she was on her feet in an instant, dark eyes greedily scanning the pages she was flipping through.

It felt like you were walking on air as you followed her back upstairs and urged yourself back to your nightly duties so you could close up soon. "I'll wait for you and we can leave together," she had told you in her soft voice when your paths crossed as you headed to the computer room.

You felt ready to burst out of your skin when you were finally released from the jaws of responsibility as the hour turned over and you could lock the doors with yourself outside of them.

"Let me thank you with dinner." Brooke suggested when your hand again reached for hers before you could think better of it.

"I won't complain," your voice was playful, smile audible as you pressed a kiss to her cheek.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 59: Stranded in the ocean 

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! So you guys know how Sonic hates water, right? Because of that whole not-being able to swim issue? Well why don’t we look at an episode based around the stuff of Sonic’s worst nightmares?

Episode 59: Stranded in the ocean 

Okay, so to be honest this one doesn’t really count. The cover for issue #109 very much oversells the drama of the actual story, which is about the Freedom Fighters travelling to the frozen north sea in Rotor’s submarine to free his family from Eggman’s mind control. Eggman wasn’t too pleased that his enemies were meddling in his affairs again, and sent out a giant robotic electric eel to attack them.

The Freedom Fighters escaped though, and just continued on with the mission. There was no dwelling about losing their ride or being stranded or anything like that. That’s probably because this story is from (in my opinion) one of the two worst periods of the comic, at a time where it felt like they were trying to cram the comic with quantity rather than quality. The cover stories usually felt like they were being rushed to make room for all the other stuff they were jamming into the issue. So what else did they put in this issue? Well, there was a short story where Mina and Sally talked about Sonic, and Sally finally found out that Sonic hadn’t been a willing participant in the smooching session Sally had witnessed between him and Mina back in issue #99.

Honestly, this was probably the best part of this issue, especially since it was the beginning of the resolution of the stupid love triangle. There was also the ongoing drama of Ken Penders’ green Knuckles saga, because heaven forbid we have an issue without his echidnas.

No, I still refuse to explain why he is green. I don’t want to talk about it.

There was also a crossword puzzle, because that’s what people want to see in a comic book about Sonic, right? Oh, and don’t forget the answers to the Knuckles family tree puzzle from a previous issue.

A family tree that only started making sense when these answers were released, because Ken Penders had to put his precious Knuckles at the top of the tree. The descendants are supposed to be at the bottom of a family tree, you loon. 😛 So yeah, I think this era of the comic would have been a lot better if they'd tried to cram less in there and focused more on quality stories rather than jamming in as much crap as they could.

But let’s get back to the actual topic, about being stranded in the ocean. Another story that comes to mind is one I looked at last week, Waves of Change.

Technically the Freedom Fighters weren’t stranded in the ocean and could have left any time they liked, but I doubt Sonic felt that way.

The one instance I can think of where anyone was actually stranded in the ocean was a story that didn’t involve Sonic. It was Pirate Plunder Panic, which ran in Sonic Universe issues #55 - 58. Amy and Cream were sent to Blaze’s world, and teamed up with her and Marine to fight the evil Captain Metal for ownership of the last Sol Emerald.

Blaze tried to infiltrate Captain Metal’s ship and take him out single handedly, but hit a snag when Captain Metal blew up her ship, with her friends still on it.

Amy, Cream and Marine managed to escape the explosion by hiding in a crate, but were left adrift and taking on water. Things looked pretty bad for our heroines, but fortunately a pod of dolphins came along to rescue them.

I know this is a slightly shorter episode than I usually do, but those are honestly the only instances I can think of that involve Sonic and friends being stranded in the ocean. …in ArchieSonic, at least. Remember that time Sonic got stuck on a cruise ship in Sonic X though?

Hahaha, it’s funny because he’s scared of water.

Are there any other instances of being stranded in the ocean in ArchieSonic that I missed? Let me know in the comments! Next week we’ll be going from being stranded in the ocean to its opposite: stranded in the desert! See you then!

[ninjakittycomics]

perhaps it’s because i am not chasing a content or a wave.

Perhaps it is because I don’t produce much in the way of fanart (though i do some)

Perhaps it’s me being a slow neurotypical?   (the jury is out on where I qualify so we’ll get back to you here)

But,  I will always have time for your ships, and crack theories.  and you could be writing about movies that happened in the 40′s.  that’s awesome.

Right now in my head, I thought about how in Encanto, Abuela presented the trauma kinda “disney cleaned up” in the beginning, so Mirabel had no idea what she was asking for when she sang, “Bless me now like you blessed us all those years ago”.   (i mean, the real thing behind the song was hey, treat me like I’m one of you please.... but yeah... if fae rules applied...ooof that would have been a different film)

The other day I was thinking about Xena, and how dorky she is, and what she might do while she’s allowed to be a full softy (spoilers, she’s still a bit of a prankster shit, but it’s still fluffy cute)

I also thought about what Columbo and Mrs Columbo do on holiday.  Afterall, they did take a cruise.   (imagining them going over the crosswords together)

and don’t get me started on Jessica Fletcher theories.  (and how Janeway is secretly a sort of descendant... Mrs Fletcher never had kids of her own, but you know that Grady’s kids visited Aunt Jess)

The point is...   I love seeing your new fandoms, and I do join in on the love... and I will roll them all forever.

So... 10 years from now if you’re suddenly like, Lillith! my blorbo!!! or OMG I NEED to do another star trek/star wars/Dynasty/Phineas and Ferm crossover...

I’m there for it.

I don’t know how to tell you that other than in this post.   I’m a bit of a quiet fan.  The important note is, if there’s one of me,  there’s at least 10 more who think this way.   So, do you.  Do what makes you happy  :)

and I hope I get to see it :)

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[underjumble]

The underground rarely had recent news, spare for the occasional crosswords. Due to this and how tightly knitted the monsters were, it was no surprise many rumors were quickly spread among them through whispers, echo flowers, undernet blogs and other means.

Recently, legends told of a tale about the first human in more than half a decade, quiet and unnoticeable, falling into their realm. Even stranger, they haven't raised a weapon against any monster, and said they were planning on not escaping, but freeing them.

But let's back up a bit.

Toriel has been the royal scientist for as long as anyone can remember. Despite a few monsters swearing she was too aloof to have the position, she had already brought the underground internet when she first took the title years (decades? centuries? no one knew.) ago. She recently found a way to repair what fell from Waterfall impressively, and had secret projects that was for the purpose of freeing monsters without anymore violence.

Some monsters assumed she was the maker of the core. A couple even believed she was the first royal scientist, despite an old myth.

No one knows who started it, but the legend told of a royal scientist. There were many interpretations of her. Intimidating and cruel, respectful and serious, or maniac and unstable to name a few.

However, that is a myth lost to time. Let's go further back.

There is a legend, promising an angel which has seen the surface that would one day descend and make the underground empty. The optimistic thought of the angel as a savior, the pessimistic believing the angel was an angel of death, slaughtering them all.

Let's go back.

Back to the beginning.

There's a legend, of men and monsters...

[windy-trickster]

SURPRISE MUSE!!!! The design was given to me by @reincarnated-trolls <3

-> Ah yes... You never leave your Church that often, but you were told that this would be interesting. Might as well act a little young again! Your name is MOTHER HUMILA, you will not give out your actual first name. It is dead to you, you do not need it. You're much older than most trolls, being in your 13.85 solar sweeps [30]. You are the dedicated and loving Church Mother of a church who idolizes THE SIGNLESS'S teachings and works of rebellion -> You're kind, caring and motherly to all who worship at your church, to all who wish to follow the sermons of The Signless. But there's one mutant blood girl who you call your descendant despite you two not sharing a blood color or sign. You saved her from being killed off when she was a baby. -> You don't have many interests. You do enjoy things like KNITTING, CROSSWORDS and SCRIBING. There isn't much else to say about you. Your church's doors are wide open.