#dictionary keeper

[artroidsart]

Dictionarium~! Dictionarium~! With words you will not find in the librarium~!

Dictionarium~! Dictionarium~! It's time to broaden your vocabularium~!

Weirdly enough, I've never drawn the Dictionary Keeper on her own! Every time I've drawn her, I've always paired her with other characters! (Usually [REDACTED], lol) Well, that ends now! Here she is, front and center! Complete with my current design for her!

I know Dictionarium isn't as popular as TMP or Quiplash, but it's a Jackbox game I hold very dear. Definitely the sleeper pick, but it's really sweet and charming. If only for the hostess alone. She's easily one of the cutest hosts, such a little dork! Olivia Nielsen does an amazing job voicing her.

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Nikolaus: "And there ain't NOTHIN' you can say to stop me!"

Dictionary Keeper: "Oh yeah?! What if I said..."

Dictionary Keeper: "Blargin fedibble no-hip!!!"

Nikolaus: !?

Nikolaus: "Well, I gotta admit, that slowed me down!"

Nikolaus: "BUT I'M STILL GOING FOR HIM!"

[alanna-artroid]

Jackbox Headcanons!

I felt like sharing some headcanons today. Just a few ideas I have for some of the hosts. I'll label each appropriately.

Master Mentalist:

He's skilled in various forms of magic. Hypnosis is just his favorite/specialty.

Rarely, if ever, raises his voice. He always speaks in a calm tone. Even if he's angry, which is also a rare occurrence, he'll still never raise his voice at someone. If HE'S mad at you, you've REALLY messed up.

Knows hundreds of ways to help people relax/get a good night's sleep. Good teas, soothing music, relaxed muscles, the works. It's easier to hypnotize people when they're relaxed. Helps get them into a trance.

That being said, he's TERRIBLE at going to sleep himself. He has tired eyes for a reason. It's not that he can't go to sleep, he just refuses to sleep at a decent time. The boy will stay up all night if you let him.

He enjoys hypnotizing the other hosts, just to see how they're affected by hypnosis. (With their permission, of course) Some of them are fighters, taking a considerable amount of time. Others soak it up like a sponge, rapidly falling into a trance.

As his (distant) cousin, he knows Schmitty very well. MM has been busy running his show, but they've kept in touch over the years. When Schmitty recommended him to Jackbox, he was on board with the idea.

Speaking of Schmitty, MM ADORES the Quips. They're just too cute! Likewise, the Quips really like him too. (Then again, the Quips like everybody) They really like playing in his magic hat.

He's easily startled by loud noises. It's one of the few times his voice is raised. He'll let out a loud yelp or squeal when he flinches. He no likey.

Jerri Rig

Is very logical in her approach to things. You HAVE to be when dealing with time-travel tech.

Can make all sorts of gadgets and gizmos out of anything. She DID turn a fridge into a time-travel device.

Secretly gets really excited about things. She tries to hide it as if she doesn't care, but you can see it in her smile.

Slightly cybernetic. The big box on her head DOES come off, but she prefers to keep it attached. Patches up a HORRIBLE head injury she suffered a long time ago. Let's just say there's a reason the box only has one eye.

Has a love-hate relationship with Master Mentalist. She often tries to find scientific explanations for his magic and is frustrated when this doesn't work. He finds it amusing. <3

Plays mini golf in her spare time. That's how she got the idea to use LOW scores for Time Jinx.

Acts sassy but actually really cares about people. She knows all the Time Jinx players personally since they're all time travelers.

Likes to listen to music while she works. Usually, remixes and electronic music.

Dictionary Keeper

Half angel, half devil. Mostly takes after her angelic side but can whip out her devilish features if needed.

Lives in a library in the clouds. More specifically, there's an apartment-esque part of the library she lives in. Her area has all the living essentials. A cute kitchen, a cozy bedroom, even the bathroom is pretty.

The ULTIMATE book nerd. She's read SO many books and is always eager to get more for the library.

Super friendly. She'll happily welcome anyone into the library. When she worked on Pack 6, she quickly befriended the other hosts. Even [REDACTED] was no match for her overwhelming sweetness! (They're dating.)

Finds words in the strangest possible places. In her sock drawer, in her hair, on her balcony, anywhere!

She's learning how to play the piano. This is shown in the credits song, which she performs herself.

Uses Dixie as a nickname, as Dictionary Keeper is a bit of a mouthful.

[superdictionary]

Keeper - Supergirl is Comet's keeper. She is the person who takes care of him. They are both keepers, because sometimes Comet takes care of Supergirl!

[television-overload]

Whenever I randomly remember things from my earliest childhood memories, things that don't exist anymore really like the DVD rental place at my old grocery store and grocery stores that had tables and chairs inside to eat at, I think of that "Sure, Grandma, let's get you to bed" meme

[makingshortstorieslong]

trying to pack up all my everything for while I’m living out of the country for an unknown number of years. in case my parents move and also so even if they don’t they can use this space that was my room. good idea. but anyway I am experience so many emotions

I just did this too when I “moved out” for college and there was that whole “misunderstanding” where my mom like. Semi accidentally kicked me out? that was so weird but anyway I took Literally Everything to my college apartment. Only to move it back in two years later. And anyway I cut down on some shit then but I acquired more shit since (thanks to getting stuff from when my grandparents moved in with my aunt) and anyway now I have to put everything I own into bins and I keep going back and forth between so tempted to toss so much out - I don’t care about this lamp or this clipboard or this cookbook or this stapler I can replace it - and keeping like. My recorder music book from fourth grade. The cup I’ve kept my pencils in since I was. Six? Five? That I decorated with silly foam. An Italian-English dictionary. A Spanish-English dictionary. An English dictionary.

anyway the truth is my mom bought a lot of these plastic bins and I just need to fill them carefully up with stuff and it’s fine if that stuff is nostalgic miscellany or if it’s ultimately useless that’s for me to worry about eventually if I’m ever like. Not bouncing around from place to place renting forever. Or even if I am so long as that bouncing around is back here in the US

also shoot did I put the Italian English dictionary in the goodwill bin I actually really want that. I’ve never learned Italian.

I swear I’m not that attached to stuff and like I don’t collect things (well I do now collect postcards but like. they don’t take up a lot of stuff) but once I have something I fucking keep it. I stuck Harold (the plastic skeleton) and Isolde (the fake spider) in the goodwill bin too

(the goodwill bin I mention is still in my room. I can retrieve these things. I think I’ve sold myself on keeping the dictionary. I might… see if I can bequeath Harry and Isolde to a good home.)

(This would all be much better if I could give my random beloved crap to people personally rather than sending it to a second hand shop. Like when I got rid of most of my YA books I gave them to a 12 year old I knew. And right now I am giving some books to friends at least. But again some of this stuff is like. A broken jewelry box. My kindergarten music class glockenspiel that’s missing the smallest … bar? key? note? noise making metal thingy.)

(Speaking of which can I interest anyone in a copy of Moby-Dick? It turns out I had two. I’m keeping the one I originally read it in, I plan to read that book again multiple times in my life, but I really don’t need two. It doesn’t have a cool cover or anything but it is a nice hardcover book)

[osamucide]

⊹ LOOKIN’ FOR THE ONE THAT WANTS TO MAKE MY NAME A TATTY!

cw: multifandom (bsd+jjk), suggestive, name tattoos!!! all around questionable? feral and whipped and lovesick and possessive and stupid stupid hot men

reid: down bad for this concept and these mfers anyways stream aggy by coco and clair clair

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Who would get your name tattooed on them?

This SCREAMS GOJO. He’s so shameless—he’d get your name tattooed on his asscheek if you asked. He’d let you do it. He’d let it be Comic Sans for the meme. Not because he doesn’t take you seriously—quite the opposite, actually! His six eyes know he won’t ever regret this—he loves you so much and there’s hardly anything in the world he wouldn’t do to put a smile on your face even if it’s dumb. But really, tell him to be for real—suggest along his bicep in a pretty script font and consider it done <3

SUKUNA’S probably going to do this under one condition—he gets to mark you as his too, and this does not necessarily mean you also get a tattoo. But let’s say you do! I think he wants yours between your tits on your sternum running vertical, and he’ll probably get his in the exact same place—exact same font, exact same color. . .there, or down his spine, or if he’s feeling especially soft the day of the appointment, across his Achilles tendon, for obvious reasons—don’t make him say it.

If this screams anyone else on this list, it’s TOJI. He won’t even hesitate; he’s not exactly the most responsible guy around, but you like him, and he thinks you’re perfect—why the hell shouldn’t he have your name wrapped around his upper arm like a cuff, especially if it means your eyes light up and you flash him that gorgeous smile? Just don’t be too surprised when you find his baby mother’s name haphazardly covered up/half removed somewhere else on him.

I can see NANAMI doing this a few years into marriage, maybe, but doing it nonetheless. Look at him—he’s the dictionary definition of a keeper, and this is hardly any different to him than never taking off his wedding ring (and believe me, once you’ve got him on lock I mean he never takes it off). Matching ones would be especially alluring to him—you’re his one and only, and he hardly gives a thin and subtle sans-serif tattoo of your name on his upper thigh a second thought. What’s more is he’s enamored with kissing the spot where you get his name <3

This may or may not be me pushing my tattooed CHUUYA agenda but whatever. I think he’d be SO down for this. He’d probably make a little date out of it—drive you to the nicest tattoo shop in Yokohama under the guise of wanting to pay for whatever piece you want on yourself—tattoo or piercing—and sit patiently while you get it done, and then ‘decide last-minute’ that he’ll get one too, what the hell, and tell you not to look until it’s finished. Some elegant, masculine script font behind his ear that’s visible when he pulls his hair back <3

TACHIHARA is so grounded in what he loves. I’m 100% willing to bet he has a tattoo for his brother. Your name, too, tattooed on the outside of his shoulder, is like a badge of honor to him—everything he does, he does with you in mind. His only regret is how every uniform he wears covers it; he truly would’ve gotten it on his neck just above his shirt collar or on the back of his hand if it wouldn’t make him so easily identifiable. I can see him liking a traditional calligraphy font—only the prettiest for the love of his life <3

Funny how the man who knows nothing he desires can be permanent gets your name tatted on him. I think the prospect of having your name in his skin forever is just so hot, so romantic to DAZAI—there’s poetry in it however your relationship ends up unfolding. He knows he’s in love with you. In some way or another, no matter how he might end up driving you away, regardless of if you end up hating him for the monster he really is, even if you end up dying hand in hand like he hopes for, you’ll always own a piece of his heart and it’s evident in the pretty serif font he got buzzed across his hipbone <3

I include NIKOLAI in every one of my unhinged headcanons but I just can’t see him being anything less than ENTHUSIASTIC TO BOOT in a relationship. He is all in! You put up with his crazy, you drive away his sadness, you hold him so sweetly—the way you love him truly makes him feel on top of the world. And in true Nikolai fashion, I think he has your name in a font of your choice tatted right over his heart. Kiss it, bite it, trace it, lick it—he loves letting you know he’s all yours <3

[justsescape]

"Hey, let's stop here for the night. My feet can't take any more walking!"

The forest gave way to a small clearing. Logs circled a modest fire pit that, judging by its charcoal black appearance, had seen a great many passersby. Overhead, the imminent sundown supported the canopy's efforts to leave the two of you stumbling through shadows. Perhaps stopping here would be a good idea.

"Of course it's a good idea. It's my idea!" Asuka grunted as she shoved a log further away from the pit until it was practically orbiting the rest of the circle like a distant moon. She tossed her backpack to the ground, kicked her shoes off, and slumped across her new seat with a heavy sigh. The solitude blanketed her.

For Asuka, privacy had become a scarcer and most precious commodity. She was doggedly followed by that which was real and that which was imagined. A clandestine organization run aground by hubris, real; a pool spray of reporters at her door and their unrelenting questions, real; going on a hike overseas just to have somewhere else to run, real; the anxieties of words unsaid and actions undone, imagined -- and yet equally as real as the rest. The resulting destruction on her psyche was as loud as a bomb, and all she could do was try to remain afloat in the wake of the shipwreck. Years were frittered away treading water.

To finally hear the chirping crickets -- and nothing but -- was a sublime pleasure. Asuka wiggled her toes against the topsoil.

"Hurry it up, will you? It's getting dark."

The branches stood conically in the middle of the pit. Assembling a campfire was just one of many labors that Asuka habitually delegated to you. But dropping a lit match into your handiwork and stoking the blossoming flames -- and seeing her bright, illuminated smile over your shoulder -- oh, how worth it this was.

"At least you're useful for stuff like this," she said with crossed arms, the word thanks having slithered out of her dictionary shortly before getting crushed underfoot like a worm. "Now with all this space, it should be a little easier to take this off..."

Compression bras were the last restraint NERV had on Asuka's life, but she was better off leaving this one link intact. To most people, she only barely crested over into the range of C cups. No one else knew the extent of her prodigious -- no, surreal -- bust growth outside of Misato and other key engineering personnel. She hadn't spoken to any of them in years. Now you would be the keeper of secrets.

Asuka shed her plain t-shirt and reached her hands over her shoulders, her back arching in a catlike stretch. The compression bra that wrapped around her torso was, fittingly, a very bold shade of red. Its clasp came undone almost immediately. The straps slinked down her shoulders and the cups fell lazily form her bust.

"Step back!"

Asuka's breasts swelled quickly as if they were balloons being inflated by air. They didn't droop down her figure -- like you had anticipated -- or pool out over her thighs. No, they extended and expanded like blimps, rotund and long, with two pink and impressively round nipples at the bow. Only a few moments passed before they had grown to proportions that could easily plug up the sliding doors in front of a grocery store.

"MmmmnNNNNnnff!" Asuka's hands gripped the log underneath her like she was bracing for a sudden drop. Her gyrating hips spoke of a much more intimate feeling. "MmmMMMMnnngh!"

Boobs lurched across the brush until they began to coagulate against the logs nearest to the campfire. Her skin gently folded over itself against them like fresh batter. Nipples erected and lengthened toward the flames in an attempt to warm themselves; they wept milk in lazy spurts, soaking the grass with shallow pools that evaporated in the heat. The humid, balmy scent of her product enveloped you. When their march finally came to a close, her breasts were as tall as her standing height and more than twice as long. Asuka stared into a wall of deep, dark cleavage.

"It's a... haaah~... good thing I... hfffff... pushed the log away first!" Asuka raised an arm to wipe the sweat gluing her bangs to her forehead. "Not that you were of any help with that part..."

Her breasts had little desire to make small talk with pitiful bras; hers was lost somewhere beneath her cartoonishly huge chest as a statement to all others that might challenge her sheer size. Milk, in beads and drops, slithered down her lissome legs and sunk into the dirt under her feet.

You dutifully offered her a washcloth.

"Don't bother," Asuka muttered, swatting your hand away. "It's not like this is your carpet. It'll all dry up by tomorrow morning."

You settled for wiping the milk from her legs yourself. The washcloth glided up and down her shapely limbs; in another life, perhaps she could have walked a runway or taken to an ice rink. Not that her car-sized breasts would have allowed such things. You knelt in their shadow like you were bowing before their towering might.

But kneeling like this beside Asuka, you had never felt more like her subordinate -- a feeling that overtook your face with a blistering heat.

Asuka's eyes steered clear of your own. Her reddened cheeks shared in your embarrassment. "Honestly, you're... you're hopeless."

The joy in her heart didn't make its way to her tongue, but it did make its way to her feet. Her toes wiggled in the puddle of milk below her like she was passing a lazy afternoon poolside.

For a moment, things were uncomfortably quiet.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't let this go to your head, okay?"

Asuka's upturned eyes glistened with tears. Her flattened lips hadn't yet decided whether there was happiness or sadness behind them. Hands desperately clung to your sleeve, but they didn't have to pull you down. You eagerly sat beside her. Your knees indented into the back of her sizable chest.

Asuka took a shuddering breath.

"Listen... I'm glad you brought me here, and... I'm really glad you are with me."

Whatever monologue she had prepared didn't survive; her defenses rose taller than the trees surrounding. As tense as she was, her words would never find safe passage.

"Mmmngh... n-nevermind! D-don't... don't say anything!"

The campfire dwindled into kindling. So did her irritation. She found herself just the perfect spot to plant a kiss on your neck. Her oversized breast heaved itself against you, soft and weighty and gelatinous all at once. There could never be lip-to-lip contact without her bust interjecting. These interruptions, though, were most tolerable.

Asuka didn't retract herself. Instead, she leaned further into you, her boob bulging over your lap like a shoring ocean wave. Her breath warmed your collarbone. The heat was unmistakable. It was as if the campfire had never gone out.

The embers gave their last gasps amidst the gathering dark. Even the stars themselves hid away behind the forest's canopy, leaving the glowing moon all by its lonesome. Nature had enough sense to draw the curtains.

"Now don't move, you moron." Asuka yawned as she gently squirmed against you. "I've just gotten comfortable, so you better stay right where you are. Understand?"

Understood. You wouldn't dream of it.

[certainchaostyrant]

So we know that in the novel that ludger cherish is compared to a raven, he has that whole dark aesthetic going on, and not to mention one of his identities uses a plague doctor mask which is very “raven” looking (idk if that one’s a stretch or not). But he also is highly intelligent, and mimicry- something that ravens are known for- is something he does with ease. (also fun fact that I didn’t know until comparing the two, ravens uses ‘non-verbal’ or ‘hand gestures’ to communicate, and in the manwa you can clearly see that ludger cherish often uses his hands when speaking. And I thought that was funny.)

so what if he also liked collecting shiny things like ravens as well? We already know he can easily be swayed by money yeah? So my personal head cannon, Heathcliff/ludger cherish, loves to collect shiny things. That shiny Little Rock (his), that shiny thing that came out of Quasimodo (snatched), that cute little hair pin (finders keepers). But not just shiny things, things like books as well. That small notebook sized dictionary (might as well), that thick book that’s really far too inconvenient to lug around? (Who’s gonna stop him? Casey? She’s currently helping him.)

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

It's that time of turning another year older. These days, I totally appreciate chill days. Hopefully, I'll have a chance to relax and enjoy the small things like a good cuppa, reading some comics or fic, poking at cute crochet things and having some delicious food.

Since it's become a tradition to share fic recs and my heart has been pretty gone on Stiles and Derek for a while, this year I'm sharing 14 Teen Wolf Sterek fic recs that I absolutely love reading again and again. Yes...that was very hard to narrow down out of my...who the hell knows how many bookmarks I have. 😂 Anyway, whether you need a pick-me-up, want something new to add to your TBR, or you really need your fix of our dumb boys, I've gotchu! Make sure to give these authors some kudos, comments and love! [P.S. If folks are looking for their fix of HP fics...I may swoop in a little later this month to make an HP summer reading list. Lmk if that's something y'all would like to see!] Happy reading, and enjoy!

🎈 heart-flower by hoars (T, 4.7k)- Flowers, Soul Manifestation, Flower Romance, Black Cat, mental health, allergic reactions, Suicidal Thoughts, Maiming, Car Accidents, Hallucinations, Courtship

Heart-flowers are a reflection of your heart, mind and soul, if you're a romantic. Scientists call them a reflection of mental and emotional health instead. As long as you're happy or content, the flower is healthy too. But if you're distraught the petals will close or brown. It depends person to person, emotion to emotion. When Derek tells Stiles to take care of it, he means, take care of me.

🎈 A Growl-to-English Dictionary by churkey | @churkey (T, 14.9k )- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Derek Hale Leaves Beacon Hills, Derek Hale Leaves, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Darkness Around The Heart, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Derek Hale is Not a Failwolf, He's a Failhuman, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Werewolf Mates, Mates, Werewolf Culture

In which Derek finds his words and Stiles learns to growl.

🎈 One Hundred Miles an Hour in Reverse by suburbanmotel (M, 24.6k)- Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Insomnia, Panic Attacks, Depression, Anxiety, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Boys Kissing, Blood, Injury, Blood and Injury, Mental Health Issues, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Character Death

Stiles understands that leaving is hard. He understands because Stiles always understands. Leaving is hard, got it. Check. But late at night, alone in the dark in the quiet with the shadows, alone with his thoughts and his shallow, slightly panicked breathing, he also understands that it’s always harder for the people left behind. * Five years after everything, after everyone is gone, Stiles remains, because someone has to, right? He’s become good at staying, at being ok with staying, because he’s good at what he does and so many people need him here. So, he’s stayed and he does what he’s always done best: he figures things out. He figures things out and he makes lists, lists of spells, lists of magical herbs, lists of people who have left. He also makes lists about himself. Stiles is: the fixer, the writer, the librarian, the keeper of words and memories in Beacon Hills. He’s a healer, a helper and he remembers. He remembers everything.

🎈 Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup (G, 14.4k)- Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Meet-Cute, Meet Awkward, Professor Derek Hale, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Romantic Comedy, alternate Derek Hale backstory, Stiles Wears Glasses, Derek Wears Glasses, Derek walks with a cane, Disabled Character, Fake/Pretend Relationship, With a twist!

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles…what are you doing right now?”

🎈 The Witching Hour by loserchildhotpants | @loserchildhotpants (T, 8.3k)- Radio, Romance, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Alternate Universe - Human, Music, Humor

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born [Or: A radio show brings Stiles and Derek together, even though they've never met before]

🎈 Windows by dr_girlfriend | @drgrlfriend (E, 83.3k)- AU, Disability, Disabled Character, Misunderstandings, Angst, Fluff, Blind Character, Blind Stiles, Eventual Smut, Derek is a creeper, derek has no social skills, In Other Words Canon!Derek, Epilepsy, seizure disorder, Panic Attack, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe, Slow Build, Pack Feels, Slow Burn, Communication, Ableist Language, Demisexuality, Demisexual Derek Hale, Families of Choice, Found Families, POV Derek Hale, Friends to Lovers, Body Dysphoria, Alpha Derek, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek is a socially awkward potato, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. * “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.” “Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered. “What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —” “Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.” “Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

🎈 Wolves in the Timber by adeepeningdig | @adeepeningdig (T, 17.2k)- Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Feral Derek, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Dog Fighting, Rated For Violence, Full Shift Werewolves

Stiles had always thought that Derek would understand, maybe. If Derek had been around to talk about it. He would know what it was like to think that maybe it wasn’t a fluke, maybe there’s something in you, something twisted that pulls blood and betrayal and death to you, like a remnant of your mother’s disease, her monstrous confusion, still encoded in your genes. Stiles still dreams of that day in the loft, the water lapping at his ankles and the dirty light. Derek’s stricken face. He wonders if there are days when Derek wants to tear his own hands off too. But Derek wasn’t around, and now he’s a wolf. So. He’s 28 years old, it’s been years. He’s past all that. He should be past all that. There’s a black wolf panting on the floor of his apartment like an accusation. Stiles knows that there’s nothing that Lydia can say or do. He’s not projecting, it’s the truth, it’s the kinship he’s always felt with Derek, and if he could curl into his animal self, he would, and maybe he would stay there. It would be easier that way.

🎈 Way Back Home by matildajones | @matildajones (T, 14.2k)- Alternate Universe - Human, Kidnapping, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, PTSD Derek, Anxiety Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, End Sterek, We like Heather though, getting better

He wasn’t ever expecting to get out of that hellhole, and he always wondered about Stiles. He wondered – even hoped – that he would move on.

🎈 Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes (E, 15.6k) deaf!derek, Food Blogger!Derek, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe

One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person. * “Derek,” he says again, and the name feels very strange on his tongue. “You don’t mean Derek Hale.” His professor’s eyebrows reach up, eyes widening. “You read his blog?” "Uh. Worship. Would be a better more descriptive word. That is Derek Hale?" Jimmy chuckles. "Good-looking guy, huh?" "You mean to tell me the Food Network hasn't snatched him up to dethrone everyone else from daytime TV." Jimmy smiles a small private smile. "I don't think TV is his medium." Stiles raises an eyebrow. "Shy?" The man laughs heartily at that. "No, I wouldn't say that. He just has particular forms of expression, like eyebrows and chili powder."

🎈 A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | @insecure-neurotic-control-freak (Not Rated, 36.3k)- Depression, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles is Pushed Out of the Pack, Scott McCall is a Bad Friend, Sheriff Stilinski is a Good Parent, Eichen | Echo House, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale & Lydia Martin Friendship, Reunions

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

🎈 36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (T, 8.1k)- POV Stiles, Alpha Derek, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, First Kiss, Talking, like a lot of talking, Emotions

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.” “That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?” “Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.” “Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs. “Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

🎈 like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me by allyasavedtheday (T, 8.4k)- Future Fic, Derek Comes Back, Fluff, Emotional Healing, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Derek Hale, Rebuilding the Hale House, (kind of), Hale Family Feels

Stiles is the only one who hasn’t spoken yet and when Derek looks away from Isaac he finds him appraising him, a look on his face like he’s cataloguing Derek for invisible injuries. (Or injuries that have long since healed, maybe.) He’s older now, obviously, but he’s never lost that shrewd ability to appear as if he’s picking Derek apart with just one look. Eventually though, a slow smile spreads across his face. “Good to see you again, big guy.” Derek huffs a laugh and then promptly bites back a smile when he sees Stiles’ eyes light up at the sound. “You too,” he replies, his voice that strange mixture of resigned and fond that only ever seems to come out when he’s talking to Stiles. * Derek comes back to Beacon Hills almost four years after he left it. Alternatively titled: Derek Hale finally finds some peace.

🎈 Days Like This by rlnerdgirl | @rlnerdgirl (M, 18.8k)- Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Derek Comes Back, Post-College AU, S3/S4 Divergent

Returning to Beacon Hills is a big step for Derek. He's starting his own business, rebuilding his old family home, and enjoying the feeling of being home. When he runs into the Sheriff and finds himself invited to a Stilinski family dinner, it's not nearly as strange as he would have expected, and when Stiles starts becoming a regular part of his new life, it only feels natural. * The first thing Derek notices is that Stiles is taller. The second is that he’s more filled out. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Not living in Beacon Hills doesn’t stop the machine of social media, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen pictures, but it’s different in person. Stiles, now Derek’s height, maybe an inch taller, still has the same wide smile and loose-limbness about him that he did when he was in high school. Between the height and the muscles though, this Stiles wouldn’t make anyone second guess that he played lacrosse. The only thing people would second guess about this Stiles is the fact that he was always on the bench.

🎈 Blind Date With A Book by thepsychicclam (M, 30.4k)- Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Alive Hale Family, Oblivious Derek, Oblivious Stiles, Board Games, Meddling Hales, Human Hales, Slow Build

Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books. Derek didn't know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Dictionary Keeper: "I can't believe you were shot! With bullets!"

[REDACTED]: "I got shot in my bulletproof vest Babygirl, it's just a couple bruises, I'm okay."

Dictionary Keeper: "...Why don't they make better vests? That's not bulletproof!"

Dictionary Keeper: "That's like when you fall in the pool and your watch stops working! That's water-resistant!"

[REDACTED]: *pulls up his shirt while she's talking.*

Dictionary Keeper: "They should call it… bullet… resi…"

[REDACTED]: "I. Am just. Fine. See? Just a couple bruises."

Dictionary Keeper: *staring respectfully* O///O "H...How long do you have to... be taped up like this?"

[REDACTED]: "I dunno. A couple of days maybe."

Dictionary Keeper: "Oh... okay."

[REDACTED]: "You relaxed now?"

Dictionary Keeper: "Yeah, yeah. I'm relaxed."

[abimee]

one thing to note of the bald humans is that theyve managed to isolate themselves from the others, hence why they ''know'' of true humanity over the other new humans. these humans have their own language and writing system that keeps track of the ancient humans and stories, that the rest of the new humans dont/cant learn, because these bald new humans see themselves as the true knowledge keepers, and the other new humans as inferior for refusing to integrate with the ''true humanity's culture''.

They're not aggressive, and they dont wage wars, but they do tend to keep to themselves, and the MC's community sometimes has issues with them, but the most it comes to is very ''that older kid who thinks theyre smarter than you because they read one dictionary'' type.

[lorei-writes]

... I cannot help but think that Chevalier's mind is as beautiful as a work of art. It is intended to be a symphony, each note falling into place precisely at the right time. A complex equation that can be reduced to triviality, a convergent series or a perfectly reducable string of quotients. It's the melody of molecules aware of their chirality, insight so powerful it can reach into the deepest depths of cells and observe as the organism-machine functions on the nanoscale.

But he is also the knowledge of tens of dictionaries, hundred stories of wars gone by, thousands of names that'd be otherwise forgotten... Chevalier is the keeper of love stories, fascinated to the point of denial up until his personal enlightenment occurs. Recipes for medicine and food both, the memories of your smile, all the tiny things you've disclosed...

And it all has a place within him.

[judesmoonbeauty]

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Chapter 2 Prologue Thoughts & Theories ☾.

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Main Route Previews ☾. Roger Barel

Chapter 2 Route Summaries ☾. (TBA)

Chapter 2 Full Route Translations ☾. Jude Jazza's Main Story Master List

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Collection Events ☾. Roger Barel's Past Records: Jude's Letter Look Only At Me - Ellis Twilight Election Promise Your Hand Please, My Lady - Jude Jazza Chaotic Night: Tonight Cursed Blood Stirs

Story Events ☾. Melted By Summer Lust Prologue Melted By Summer Lust - Jude Jazza 95k Bonus Story Miss Fairytale Keeper, Come Have Fun With Us: Jude vs. Nica The Robin's Unaware of Ultimate Evil Behind The Scenes

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[dalishious]

With your Elvhen dictionary, how would you go about addressing the First of a clan? I've been trying to come up with a combination of Keeper, First, and maybe like "apprentice" but I'm kind of stuck

Huberasa: First (literally "apprentice #1")

Huberapar: Second (literally "apprentice #2")

[icyminghao]

hello 💗💗 i love your fics so much

if you are taking requests now can i request boynextdoor as your bf's meeting your parents for the first time? thank you 😊

boynextdoor meeting your parents for the first time

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, crack (a little)

note for anon: thank you so much! hope you like it hehe

JAEHYUN

nervous puppy

would not stop asking you what your parents like to talk about on the way there (you entertain him though, he listens to what you have to say about your parents so attentively it does things to your heart)

you lowkey have to drag him to your parents’ front porch bc he’s having second thoughts as soon as you pull up on the driveway

your mom fawns over him, chattering about how “he’s so cute!” and “i’ve always wanted a son!” while jaehyun and your dad bond over his football knowledge (which your dad deems impressive, much to your endearment)

at the end of the day, jaehyun has charmed them so much you’d think you were the one visiting jaehyun’s parents with the way they’re so reluctant to let him go home with you

“You know, your dad has never been like this with any of the boys you’ve brought home before,” your mom sighs in bliss as the two of you stand by the kitchen, watching Jaehyun and your dad chat animatedly about football.

“Well, I guess he’s just really excited to have someone to geek out over football with,” you chuckle in reply, smiling in endearment at the two favourite men in your life bonding in front of your eyes.

“I think it’s more than that,” your mom speaks up, taking your hands in hers, “we’ve seen the way he looks at you, dear, he’s a real keeper.”

You choke on a breath. “Oh, mom, why are you getting sappy on me?”

“It’s true!” your mom breaks out into a small laugh, smoothing over your hair. “He must really love you a lot, to be coming all the way here and entertaining your old man. Take care of him, yeah?”

SUNGHO

don’t be deceived by the brave front he’s putting on, because as soon as you look away he’s on the verge of crumbling and folding in half at the stress

what if your parents don’t like him? he really doesn’t want to mess things up because he knows how much this means to you, and to your relationship

your warm hand on his thigh as he drives to your parents’ place soothes him just a little, overthinking the multitude of ways things can go wrong on the way there

once your parents open the door though, all his worries fade away

your parents are absolutely smitten with him

your mom fell in love with him as soon as she laid eyes on him (the face card truly does wonders!), though your dad needed some convincing before he grunted and reached out his hand for a handshake (he’s just sappy that he’s not the only man in your life anymore)

the dinner goes by smoothly, and sungho feels right at home as your parents treat him like one of their own!

“Let me help you with the dishes, sweetheart,” Sungho walks over to stand beside you as you scrub one of the many plates with dishwashing soap.

“It’s okay, dearie, you should go outside and entertain my mom. She’s quite the talkative one,” you reply, smiling at him with your eyes and nudging his shoulder to signal to him to go outside.

“Sungho? Come here, I got y/n’s old photo albums, you’ll love this!” your mom’s voice travels from the living room and into the kitchen, and you groan.

Sungho simply chuckles and tells your mom that he’d “be right over”. He rests a hand on your waist and squeezes the skin there, giving you a fond look that says “I’ll see you” in his dictionary before leaving to look at the treasure your mom brought in.

RIWOO

another nervous bf

he usually prefers to steer clear of social interaction, but this is for you, so he makes the effort to step out of his comfort zone to interact with the two other favourite people in your life

has to psych himself up constantly as the two of you approach your parents' place, holding onto your hand for comfort

all his worries go down the drain as he meets your parents, because they make him feel right at home immediately

he's practically their son at the end of the day, with your mom cooing over you and your dad nodding at you in acknowledgement

"Hey," Riwoo greets, taking a seat beside you on the couch. He had been helping your mom out in the kitchen after dinner, insisting to wash the dishes.

"Hey yourself," you nudge his arm, smiling. "How was today? You know, you're practically one of us now, with how Mom is absolutely smitten with you."

Riwoo lets out a soft smile. "I'm glad."

"That's a step closer to getting their approval to marry you, isn't it?"

TAESAN

he was born for this

he’s ready with a white button-down and navy blue slacks, a bouquet in hand for your mom (which you complain about in mock jealousy, bc he rarely ever goes all out for you)

his confidence falters a little once you reach your parents’ front porch, and you can see him start to doubt himself

you take his hand in yours and squeeze his hand reassuringly, reminding him that he has nothing to worry about

and he indeed doesn’t have anything to worry about, because his excellent social skills and ability to just know what to say everytime flatters both your mom and dad, much to your surprise

the day ends with your parents being completely won over by taesan, impressing you to no end

“Oh, come in, Taesan! y/n has told us so much about you, I’ve been waiting for you to come over,” your mom drags Taesan into the house as soon as the door swings open, leaving you behind with you dad as the both of you watch them leave.

“He doesn’t look half bad,” your dad acknowledges, stepping aside for you to come in.

Your mom talks Taesan’s ear off as he sits good-naturedly on the couch, the bouquet of flowers he brought resting on the coffee table, and you look on with a huge smile on your face.

“Mom, do you need help with preparing dinner?” you ask as an attempt to save Taesan from your mom’s never-ending talkativeness. Your mom lets out a surprised ‘oh!’, instructing you to stay put as she goes into the kitchen to resume preparing for dinner.

“She never runs out of things to ask you, huh?” you chuckle, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

Taesan suppresses a laugh. “Yeah. I was surprised, honestly, given how much you’ve already told her and your dad,”

LEEHAN

is excited and terrified at the same time

he’s excited to meet your parents, the very reason why you exist, and he’s terrified that they wouldn’t like him

he doesn’t show it though, but you can tell from how he starts breaking out into a cold sweat and starts tapping his foot on the way there

you take his hand in yours and squeeze it, and it calms him down a little

it takes a little convincing, but he makes it to your parents’ front porch with an uneasy smile plastered on his face

which turns into a genuine one as soon as your parents welcome him into the house warmly, making him feel right at home

the day ends with leehan’s heart (and stomach) full with love from your family, and he can’t wait to see them again

"So," you clasp your hands together and turn to look at Leehan once the both of you are in the car, "how was today? My parents didn't scare you off... right?"

Leehan breaks out into laughter, giving you the cutest eye smile you've ever seen. "No, of course not, baby. I loved today, your parents were really cool!"

"Really? I'm cooler though, right?" you smile giddily, reaching out to hold his hand.

Leehan taps his finger on his chin, pretending to think. "Hmm, I'll have to think about that one, actually."

"Hey!" you raise your voice in mock anger, and the two of you break out into laughter at the same time, leaning towards each other as you laugh.

"I'm kidding, I love you, yeah?" Leehan rests his forehead on yours, smiling brightly. "Let's go home."

WOONHAK

someone help this poor boy out he’s so nervous T-T

he’d be dreading it so bad the whole way there

it has nothing to do with you or your parents, of course, he’s just worried he wouldn’t be able to meet your parents’ expectations (you really weren’t helping when you recounted horror stories of how strict they were about who you were dating)

it would take some convincing and many kisses (+ promises to cuddle as soon as you get home) for him to finally get out of the car and onto your parents’ front porch

honestly he really had nothing to worry about, he doesn’t even have to do anything, just stand there with that goofy smile of his and your mom is sold

even your dad, who’s known to be extremely hard on whoever you bring home, gets along swimmingly with woonhak during the dinner (he even invites woonhak to come back again sometime, which shocks both you and your mom)

“Come on, mom, we have to go! Woonhak has an early day tomorrow,” you whine, pulling Woonhak towards the door, much to your parents’ dismay.

“Oh, y/n, it’s still early! I wanted to watch the Lakers game with Woonhak,” your dad cuts in, sounding so disappointed you coo on the inside.

“Mom, dad, can you at least act like you don’t want me to leave? You’re acting like Woonhak is your son at this point,” you complain jokingly, closing the front door and leading Woonhak to the living room.

“Well, we certainly don’t mind you guys getting married sooner if it means more opportunities to bond like this,” your dad makes an out-of-pocket comment, and your eyes widen.

You open your mouth to retort, but Woonhak takes your hand in his, beating you to it, “We’ll take that into consideration!”

a/n: this is probably not my best work i tried my best not to be repetitive i hope it's not really bad ><

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