#didn't they get the memo from nopes?

[randomnameless]

Disengange DLC anon

but lizards bad? and religion BaD?

But at least, this time, when Humanity wages war, it's a Human Thing thus automatically better (tm) because no lizards involved!

All jokes aside, it feels like a pwp fic to have an excuse to get "evil" or "mirrored" versions of the characters we know, either to get more fallen alts or to get the "sads uwu (tm)" of fighting characters we previously knew (even if they're not the same!!).

I just hope they won't fall in the obvious pitfall of Il and Elle (iel?) being Fell Dragons but who really want to help and all (the reason why one of them is a blue cobra) and the cast not believing them since they are a Fell Dragons and "Fell Dragons are inherently evil" or something stupid like this.

I just miss the FE3 War of Heroes - where we had real stakes and emotions when Marth had to fight Hardin and the Wolfguard, it wasn't just a "what if" from a DLC!

But it's not trendy anymore...

[illusionsdelusions101]

MAKEUP~Lando Norris

More uploads, more F1!!!

!!!NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Type~Fluff

Lando Norris x fem!reader

You always did your makeup in front of Lando. Even once you started dating and he would spend the night, you'd go to bed all natural and wake up, have breakfast, do skincare, blah, blah and do your makeup. Lando always watched closely, watching you do full glam on nights where you went out on the town and clean girl makeup when you went to go visit his family. He always admired your work. The way you sculpted your eyebrows, the way you'd always put three small dots of liquid blush on your cheekbone and the eyelash curler which he called a "eye tourture device." One day, you were being unproductive, everything was cleaned by you and Lando around and inside the house the day before, so now you had nothing to do. But then, you had a creative idea. You get up and watch towards your bathroom. You get out your makeup supplies, setting it all on the counter before you hopped up on the bathroom counter and sat in the sink, almost like you and the mirror were having a very close and intamite talk. You hum as you slowly start putting on your makeup, you were trying out new makeup style, just going with the flow and seeing if you would try anything new. Lando was orginally next to you on your shared bed, once you went to the bathroom, he paid no attention, just scrolling on his phone, but then he heard clinking and the humming. He always knew you were doing your makeupif you were humming. You didn't put on music while you did your makeup, finding it too distracting and scared you would mess up with your makeup. Lando get up and walked into the bathroom, he looks at your seating arrangment and starts laughing. "Hey gorgeous." He says, chuckling. "Hi sweetie." You mumble, blending out the concealer under your bottom lip. You go back to hummong and doing your makeup as you still hear Lando snicker from behind you. "Can you notttt?" You whine and turn back to face him. Then suddenly, you had an idea. Lando looked at you nervous and confused as you smiled wickedly at him. Then, the gears all clicked into action and he got the memo. "Oh no. oh no no no no no, your not doing my makeup!" He starts backing away as you hop off the counter and start slowly edging towards him. "Nope!" He yells before running away, but you chase after him. After a little wild goose chase around the house, you back him into a corner, and get you eyelash curler our of your pocket. "No escaping now." You smirk. Before he has a chance to slip past you, you jump on top of him, causing you both to land on the ground. "Let's do this." You giggle." "Ugh... no...." Lando complains. "And....done!" You exclaim as you back away from Lando. His eyebrows were done, highlighter on his nose and corner of his eyes and eyelashes were done. He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, looking from all sides before he gives a nod of approval. "I look soooo sexy.." He puts out a couple of poses, a flash goes off and Lando looks at you. Your phone in you hands as you start to laugh some more. "Don't post that." Lando warns you. "Hm..." You pretended to think. "I'm serious!" He starts to sound desperate. "Instagram is gonna love this!" You giggle and Lando starts chasing you, this time, causing another chase.

[wasteofbandagesxx]

Baby I'm yours

{Chuuya x Reader}

Chuuya was going to surprise you. He wanted to do something special for his girlfriend. He adores you, he cares for you, and he loves you. Today he was going to treat you like a queen, it's the least he can do for all your hard work and care. You've always been concerned for his health and gave him as much affection as possible. You've been so sweet to him ever since day one, he wants this surprise to be an appreciation gift. He just wants to show how grateful he is to have a partner like you.

You've been unwell, this weak was pure trash because of constant missions, errands, toxic friends, ect. You just needed time to yourself, or time with someone you love.

Luckily your guy's 2 year anniversary was today, and there is no way in hell Chuuya would let anything ruin your guy's special day. He made Mori give you fewer assignments, Chuuya threatened anyone that was bothering you, and for some reason you didn't have to run any errands today. Obviously because your beloved boyfriend did all the work for you. He didn't get much sleep from staying up till 4 am planning your special day. Where are the reports? He did them all. Is there anything big you need to do today for work? Nope, Chuuya's got that covered. He's such a sweetheart, he would do anything for you to make sure your in the perfect mood to spend time together.

"Babe! Babe! I'm off work now, let's go get some ice cream." Chuuya couldn't be anymore cuter as he jumped at you and clings onto your arm like a kid winning a prize. "I don't see why not. There should be an Ice cream shop around the corner, good thing we're done with work because it closes in half an hour." You kept him close and made your way over to the ice cream shop called "Takeaway. " It's an ice cream shop that apparently brings people together. Rumors say that if you eat their ice cream, you will fall in love and find your soul mate, but again its just a silly rumor. Chuuya was all giggly and happy, you didn't know why or what he was up to, but you just went along with it.

"Heyyy welcome! What can I get for you guys today?" Asks the girl that was serving Ice cream. "I'll have 2 cookie dough, one for me and the lovely lady right here."

"Ohh lovely lady huh? I thought she was your friend or something, good for you though." She had a slight look of disgust on her face but you didn't mind it at first. Some girls always react like this, Chuuya is attractive after all. "You should come by sometimes, you seem like an interesting person. Where do you work?" The lady asks while getting the ice creams. "Your guy's ice creams are amazing, this is my favorite shop after all and I work at uhh...mcdonald's?"

You found it suspicious how she suddenly wanted to get to know him more, but your thoughts were cut off the moment your boyfriend lied about his job. "Oh...mcdonald's? That sucks, but at least you get paid more than I do. You should probably work here as your 2nd job, we could have a lot of fun together. You can get free snacks and ice cream as well." The lady said with a hint of flirting in her voice, her eyes fluttering as she talks to your man in a "friendly" tone.

She hands you your ice cream and continues having a conversation with your boyfriend. You looked at her from head to toe, you realized how pretty she was. You felt a bit insecure and you didn't want to get the wrong idea, maybe she was just being friendly but then you second guess yourself into thinking she's interested in Chuuya.

Chuuya was showing slight discomfort towards the lady once she started asking personal questions but she didn't seem to get the memo that he's not interested in her. He noticed your discomfort and well and thought to himself that they should leave. But then an unexpected question came out of the lady's mouth.

"You wanna come drink with me at my house tonight?"

He couldn't be any more disturbed. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close and gave the lady a nice smile before saying, "No thanks, it's our anniversary and I want to spend time with my beloved girlfriend." Your face turned slightly red at his bold move in front of the girl. She scoffed and rolled her eyes but then played it off with a smile, "Alright then, enjoy your ice creams."

Chuuya snickers and walks off with you by his side, enjoying his delicious ice cream, he noticed how sad you looked when you weren't saying anything, you hardly even touched your ice cream. "Hey baby, I'm sorry that happened back there. There's no need to be jealous, I promise your better than her and I'm yours forever." He said, trying to comfort you. "I don't like girls who are that bold, it's disgusting. I like you because your fucking amazing and so much more. Cmon, eat your ice cream before it melts, or before I eat it because I am very tempted to."

He playfully reaches for your ice cream and you pull away while laughing at him. "No, it's mine you pig!" You immediately ate your cookie dough and he gasped dramatically with a hand on his chest. You eventually got home, and you were expecting to go to sleep or watch a movie before bed. But Chuuya has other plans, he quickly drags you inside the apartment with your eyes closed, and closed the door behind you guys. "Ready love?" He whispers in your ear, making you blush and turn red like a strawberry. You slowly open your eyes when he tells you to, and you couldn't believe what you saw in front of you.

Candles were lit up on the table and counter, on the table were delicious food and a small jewelry box with a bow on it, a teddy bear was sitting next to the jewelry box with a bouquet of flowers leaving against it. Music suddenly starts playing, it a romantic song, one of your favorites. You couldn't be anymore happier. "Aww, honey." You immediately hugged him and giggled in joy, thanking him for the lovely gifts. He lifts up your chin and leans in close before pressing his soft lips against yours. You kiss him back, arms wrapped around his neck with your leg getting wrapped around his hips. He holds onto your leg and lower back as the kiss started to get heated. He couldn't get enough of you, he just wanted to melt right into you. He grabs your other leg and wraps it around his waist as well and pins you against the wall while he kisses you like a man starved. Your fingers caressed his beautiful ginger hair, getting lost in the feeling, but it soon came to an end as Chuuya pulled away with a shaky break, admiring you. "Let's eat yea? I've had someone prepare the food for us before we got here so let's eat before it gets cold." He gently puts you back down on the ground and takes your hand before guiding you to the kitchen.

The food smelled and looked amazing, you were basically drooling and Chuuya chuckled. "Come sit." He pulls the chair back for you to sit on before scooting it close to the table once you sat down. He took a seat across from you and you both began to enjoy your meal.

Later on, you were admiring the gifts. In the small box was a golden necklace, a locket with a picture of you and Chuuya inside. Of course, you didn't forget about today. Of course you've been stressing about a lot of things but you didn't forget to surprise your boyfriend with gifts as well. You gave him a teddy bear that matched his hair color, a golden watch with your initials carved in the back, and a rose. He couldn't be anymore happier. "Thank you love, you didn't have to. I love your gifts, I really do. But the gift that makes me the happiest, is you." He quickly got up and walked over to your side of the table before picking you up again and kissing you. He made his way to your guy's bedroom as you cling onto him tightly, you guys didn't dare to break apart from the kiss. Chuuya kicked the door open and made his way over to the bed before gently putting you down.

He climbs on top of you and kisses you again, and again, and again. You were like a drug, he was addicted to you. His tongue slithers inside your mouth, the kiss became more passionate and dirty, as if it was never going to end. He pulls away and attacks your neck with hickeys and love bites, marking up your neck. It was his favorite thing to do, as if you were a lollipop, a favorite candy of his. He took the time to worship your body, taking things nice and slow. He slowly removes your shirt, and you began to unbutton his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders and grabbing his hands for a quick moment. He looked at you confused but soon got the memo as you began to take his gloves off with your teeth. "Fuck doll, your so sexy yknow that?" He throws your shirt onto the floor and continued to worship you, you couldn't help but giggle at his words, and he found it adorable. He stopped for a moment to admire your beauty, everything about you.

He cups your face and gives you another kiss, a gentle, loving kiss. It wasn't any normal kiss, but a slow yet passionate one. He gives you a quick peck on the lips and smiles softly, he couldn't get enough of you.

"Baby I'm yours."

[radiance1]

Danny and Vlad are now mythical creatures.

They don't know exactly how- their bets are on Desiree. Which mean someone in Amity Park had to wish for this to happen.

Except it extended to the whole of Amity park, and not just them. Danny became a dragon, while Vlad became a phoenix and not those small ones, but he's a very big one.

Like, bigger than a person big.

Everyone can switch between from a creature back to their human selves, with the catch being that some of their beastly instincts and traits carry over into their human side.

Anywho.

Danny is just minding his own business, resting in dragon form in the deepest part of the Far Frozen, until a phoenix busts through and interrupts his haze, fire blazing behind him and hits him with.

"Pariah Dark is missing."

And if that didn't wake Danny up faster than one of his parents inventions exploding then he doesn't know what would.

So they go to his abandoned castle, see the coffin missing, proceed to freak out for a few minutes, then remember that Clockwork exists and races over to his lair, leaving a trail of ice and fire in their wake.

Clockwork tells them that Pariah Dark was summoned to another dimension.

"Ghost King he is no more, but powerful ghost he still is."

So now they have to jump to different dimensions to try and find Pariah Dark before something goes down.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

The 10 year old sitting at the edge of the summoning circle staring at the Sarcophagus that just appeared in stunned silence.

Also said child walking forward and poking at it curiously.

Also said child when he summoned something in his parents basement from a really old book he found not expecting it to work but it did: Neat.

The kid then opens the Sarcophagus, found it stupid easy, and then what is obviously a groggy giant man pulls himself out of it.

So he obviously dragged him upstairs and sat him down on the couch.

Meanwhile with Danny and Vlad:

Both of them are going through portals looking for the ex-ghost king, landed in some medieval dimensions, accidently became legends based on sightings alone, landed in some present day dimensions, alarmed their governments.

Yet none of them contained were wrecked and enslaved by Pariah Dark, nor was there even any signs of him.

they spent a few years looking in different dimensions, then they felt a tug about someone summoning them, not just one of them, but both.

Probably didn't get the memo about a new king.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

Showing pictures of the kid who summoned him to other aunties and gossiping about the new gangs and drama in Gotham.

Meanwhile with Vlad and Danny:

Looking at the stunned faces of cultists as they stand menacingly in their mythical creature forms, just staring done at them as if they were mere ants.

In reality they just want this over and done with so they can go back to finding Pariah Dark and finally call it a day.

They're waiting for the cultists to finally speak and tell them what they want, only for them to be interrupted by people in colorful spandex who beat up the cultists.

Did they stay after that?

Nope.

They left the summoning circle to look for Pariah if he has any chance of being in this one.

They also went intangible to avoid them if they decided to chase after them, Vlad went one way and Danny the other.

[emilysslvt]

You're Hotch's daughter and you have a thing for Emily Prentiss. You've been on the team for a couple of years, and you never saw it going anywhere considering your dad was strict and they were best friends.

guys i've never posted on here before LMFAO so bare w me, i gotta figure out how to use this app

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The BAU team was gathered around at their desks, doing the rest of their paperwork before going home. It wasn't too late, it was just a very long case and everyone was tired.

"Who want's drinks?" Rossi stood near the door of his office, looking down at everyone.

"Only if you're paying." You half joked. He smiled, and your dad came out of his office once he heard drinks.

"Not for you, y/n. You only turned 21 a year ago." He said sternly. Not cool.

Derek laughed, "you're not serious, are you, Hotch?" He didn't answer, but instead he raised his eyebrow. You knew he was serious once he did that.

You rolled your eyes, sick of his bullshit. "Well, I'm still going whether you like it or not."

He made his way down the stairs, Rossi quickly followed him. Everyone grabbed their things, and made their way out the door.

"I'll sneak you some alcohol, don't worry." Emily whispered, leaning over your shoulder. You smelt the perfume she was wearing, it was so intoxicating. Sure, it was a just a small crush at first, but over the years it became more than that.

You smiled, looking back at her. "Ohh, going behind your best friend's back? Risky."

Emily ran her tongue along her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, she then smirked. Your eyes followed her tongue, she drove you crazy doing that. "I've thought about it multiple times." Emily shrugged, and she ran off to catch up with the team.

That left your mind wondering on what she meant. Thought about it multiple times how?

"You walk so slow." Garcia grabbed your arm, linking them together. She had gotten the memo of you all going for drinks, and she quickly left her office.

You smiled, leaning your head on her shoulder. "I'm just tired. Also, my dad won't even let me drink. He's so weird about that stuff." You whispered, so your dad wouldn't hear.

Garcia ran her fingers through your hair as you waited for the elevator to open, and you felt Emily's eyes on you.

"I think I deserve one drink, considering I caught the killer. Just saying." You said, lifting your head up. Your dad rolled his eyes.

"One."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, old man." Derek and Emily immediately started laughing, as they find everything funny.

"You're pushing your luck." You felt his eyes burning your skin from the dirty look he gave you. You shrugged, holding back your smile.

Once you got to the bar, you ordered your drinks and sat at a booth. Derek, Penelope, and JJ forced Spence to dance, and Rossi forced Hotch to dance. Leaving Emily and you alone at the table.

You felt awkward, to be honest. With your crush on Emily growing, you couldn't be in a room alone with her without blushing or staring at her. So, you didn't look or talk to her. You focused on your drink, not paying attention to Emily's wandering eyes.

"Something on your mind?" You heard Emily. Not ready for this conversation, you chugged everything in your glass. Faking a smile, you turned to look at her.

"Nope. I'm just tired, it was a long case." You responded. She squinted, trying to read your face. You needed another drink, or better yet, shots. Get's the job done quickly. You smiled again, excusing yourself from the table. You saw your dad looking the other direction, so you made your way to the bar.

"What can I get for you?"

"Cherry cheesecake." You've never had it before, but it had vanilla vodka and it sounded good. He nodded, and he started to make your drink.

As he put it in front of you, you saw Emily sit next to you out of the corner of your eye. You downed the shot, preparing yourself.

"I'll have what she's having." Emily told the bartender. He nodded, and she turned to look at you.

Emily watched you as you took the shot, and she smirked. "Looks like you don't need my help sneaking alcohol."

"Rossi will keep him busy for a bit. Might as well take advantage of it." You responded, putting the glass down. The bartender handed Emily hers, and you ordered another one.

You watched her as she put the glass to her lips, leaning her head back, and how she closed her eyes as she drank it. She looked so fine doing anything, you felt like you were a kid in a candy store every time you looked at her.

Everything she did was intriguing to you. You couldn't keep your eyes off of her, but thankfully the bartender placed your drink in front of you.

"Can I get 4 shots of vodka, and whatever she wants." You said, looking at Emily. She smirked, and ordered shots of tequila.

"And what if Hotch sees how drunk you are once he stops dancing. Or whatever it is he's doing." Emily looked over at him, then back to you. You shrugged, taking the drink he placed in front of you.

After you drank it, you placed it down and turned to look at Emily. "What is he going to do? Ground me?" Emily chuckled, shaking her head.

"No, but probably yell for not listening. You have to admit, he's scary when he yells." Emily replied. The bartender came back with the eight shots, and he placed them in front of you two.

You thanked the man, then grabbed a shot. "I know. One time he caught me sneaking back into the house, and I've never been so scared in my life. The whole neighborhood could hear his yelling." Emily tilted her head as she listened to you talk, and you felt your cheeks heating up.

"He told the team about it, actually. You were what, 17?" She asked, grabbing a shot. You nodded as you took the shot, then whinced at the taste. No matter how much you drank, that first shot of vodka was disgusting.

You quickly took the rest of your shots, wanting to go back to the table before your dad got back. Emily got the memo, and she took hers too.

You watched Emily as she downed the shots, not taking your eyes off of her once. She felt your eyes watching her, and she hated to admit it, but she liked the idea of you fantasizing over her. Emily licked her lips, getting the rest of the alcohol off of them. As she looked up at you, you looked away.

Emily placed her hand on your arm, "you don't have to look away every time I look at you. I think it's cute how much you stare at me." Your mouth slightly dropped, was it that obvious?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Emily slightly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "It's obvious. Every time I come into the room, you look away or you stare at me until I look at you. You will talk up a storm until I walk in, then you're silent. You blush when I look at you, or compliment you. Shall I go on?"

You bit your lip nervously, not knowing what to say or do. "No, I think I got it." Emily moved her hand from your arm, and she placed it on your upper thigh. She looked over to the team, making sure they weren't looking, then she looked back at you.

"Want to explain to me why you do that? Why you get nervous when I talk? Or why your eyes follow my tongue when I lick my lips?" Emily asked in a low tone.

You looked at her hand as she rubbed your thigh, and you tried to form words. The alcohol hitting you like a truck, and Emily touching you and flirting with you. It felt like a fever dream.

You felt Emily lift your head, "my eyes are up here, y/n." Emily had a smirk plastered onto her face, and her words danced in your mind.

"Sorry.."

Emily ran her thumb along your bottom lip, and she had a mischievous look on her face. You grabbed her hand, pulling her up from her seat, and you dragged her to the bathroom.

Once the door shut, she pushed you against the door. Emily's arm was around your waist, holding you in place, and with her free hand, she pushed your hair out of your face.

You tried to read her face, wondering if she wanted this as much as you did. But your thoughts were cut off once she slammed her lips against yours. You never imagined this would be how your first kiss with Emily would go, but you weren't complaining.

The kiss was everything you dreamed of, it felt like you were high from her touch. Emily ran her tongue along your lip, slightly pushing her tongue into your mouth. You let her take full control of you, as you knew she would win either way.

You felt her hand trail down your stomach, and under your shirt. Her fingers danced along your chest, getting closer to your breasts. You were glad she was holding onto your waist, because you felt your legs lose feeling.

As her hand grazed your nipple through your bra, you slightly moaned against her lips, making her smirk. Emily pulled back, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. You leaned your head back against the door, and Emily pushed your legs apart with her knee.

Her knee pressed against you where you needed her most, her hands all over you, her sloppy wet kisses along your neck. God you wish she would fuck you, even if it meant in this public, and dirty bathroom.

Your hands found her hair, and you gripped it tightly as she slid her hands under your bra. You pressed yourself against her knee as she pinched your nipples, as you needed more friction.

You couldn't help but let out a moan, but it only made Emily let out a low chuckle against your neck. As you used her knee to pleasure yourself, and her working your breasts, you couldn't help but let out low moans.

You were too focused on Emily that you didn't hear a knock, "are you two in there?" You heard your dad's voice. Emily used one of her hands to cover your mouth, and with the other, she kept pinching your nipple.

"Yes, just had to use the bathroom. We'll be out in a second." Emily responded, keeping her eyes on you. The risk of being caught only turned you on more.

"Ok. Just wanted to make sure you hadn't left." You heard his muffled voice. Once you two heard his footsteps leave, she removed her hand from your mouth.

Emily immediatly slammed her lips back onto yours, and you moaned against her lips. You felt her smile against your lips, but then she stopped touching you, and she moved her knee.

As she pulled away from the kiss, you whined from the loss of contact. "Don't be too disappointed. I want to take you out to dinner before I fuck you senseless, and plus, I'm not going to make you sit on a dirty ass sink."

You smiled, pulling her into another kiss. "It's a date then." You mumbled against her lips.

[lazycats-stuff]

could you do a jason todd x male child reader where somone is bothering reader when their out with jason and he just goes big brother mode.

Sure, I love the idea. (Y/N) will be 13 in this and the others will be in their 20s.

Summary: (Y/N) simply wants to spend time with his older brother Jason. Too bad that (Y/N)'s bullies didn't get the memo.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, Jason being protective and kind of scary.

(Y/N) looked for Alfred. There was a wave of students, ready to go home. (Y/N) was one of them, but with a lot more desperation. He didn't want to see his bullies. He didn't want to be punched or kicked, or have his stuff thrown somewhere. He didn't want to be weak, his brothers and father were strong and he was...

" Hey (Y/N), where do you think you are going? " One of the bullies said.

Nope, nope, nope. He saw the car and made a run for it. He saw the familiar black car and basically jumped in. Alfred turned around, alarmed by (Y/N)'s behavior.

" Master (Y/N)? Is everything alright? "

" Yes, just drive! " (Y/N) snapped at butler. Alfred was shocked beyond belief. (Y/N) was always nice and polite, never snapping at any of his family members.

" Okay. "

(Y/N) cringed at Alfred's tone of voice. It was the tone that said ' I am mad at you so watch yourself. ' He sat back, looking at his fingers. They drove in complete silence. Once Alfred stopped (Y/N) quickly left the car and ran inside. His vision became blurry and he bumped into hard chest.

He nearly fell down, but he felt the person wrapping his arms around his waist.

" Hey, why are you crying? " A worried voice asked, a worried voice named Jason.

He slipped from his arms and ran upstairs. Jason wanted to run after him, but knew better. (Y/N) wanted to be left alone when he was sad, he didn't want to be pestered.

" Alfred, what's going on? " Jason asked Alfred who was entering the kitchen.

" Well, I think he is being bullied. He ran towards the car and snapped at me. I had to admit, I was kind of mad and let it slip through my tone. "

Jason had to admit, he saw red once he heard the word bullied. How dare they? He is a kind soul, untouched by the evils of the world. Bastards.

" Did you see the bullies by any chance? "

" No master Jason, I didn't. "

Okay, time to do some detective work. (Y/N) would probably be quiet about them. And he couldn't really torture them, they were 13 or 14 year old's.

" I hope he's not feeling bullied, I just hope that he is having a bad day. "

" Me too master Jason. "

" Did you tell Bruce? "

" No. I think I want to confirm my suspicions first before. He will start a war if he learns that (Y/N) is being bullied. " Alfred said, making Jason laugh.

That much is true. Bruce is a protective father, especially of (Y/N) who didn't want anything to do with the vigilante life. The others were protective too, not just Bruce. (Y/N) could call and they were all come to his aid. No matter who it was. They never backed down from a fight.

" I will talk to him Alfred to find out what's going on. Maybe I will even take him out somewhere. "

" That is not a bad idea master Jason. What about the others? "

" They won't know. I think I can handle some bullies. " Jason said, turning to look into the pantry for some chocolate. (Y/N) loved to eat something sweet when he was sad. So, he took (Y/N)'s favorite and went to (Y/N)'s room. He knocked and entered once he heard a faint come in.

(Y/N) was curled on his bed, his back facing Jason. Jason sat down next to him.

" So... Do you want some chocolate? " Jason asked, showing him his favorite.

(Y/N) nodded and Jason removed the wrapper, giving one row to (Y/N) and one to himself.

" What happened? " Jason asked in a soft tone, putting his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

(Y/N) stayed quiet for a while, simply munching on his chocolate. Jason heard a sniffle before a soft voice rang out.

" Can this stay between us? "

" Of course. " Jason promised.

" I was running from my bullies and i didn't mean to snap at Alfred, but it just came out and- " (Y/N) turned his head and wept into the pillow once more.

" Hey, Alfred is not mad. He was at first, but he is not now. Can I give you a suggestion to cheer you up? "

(Y/N) nodded into the pillow. Jason squeezed his shoulder and started.

" How about we go to a bookstore, get you some books, then go eat something? Hm? It's Friday after all and we didn't hang out for a while. "

He smiled once he got a nod in response and leaned down to give (Y/N) as soft kiss to the side of his head. (Y/N)'s love language is physical touch.

" We are going in an half an hour, okay? "

" Okay. "

Half an hour later, (Y/N) came down to the kitchen where Jason was waiting. He immediately went to Alfred, gave him a hug and apologized for snapping at him. Alfred had already forgiven him and with a hug back, Jason and (Y/N) were on their way.

" So, what are we looking for in the bookstore? " Jason asked, as he was starting the car, leaving the manor behind.

" I really like Stephen King's books, so we should be on the lookout for him. And maybe some thrillers and crime novels...

" Okay, horror and mystery novels? You got it. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy to get some new books to read. Especially if it was from Stephen King.

" Hang on, didn't Stephen King write It, you know the movie we recently watched? "

" He did. I want that novel more than anything. "

Jason nodded. Okay, look out for a book called It. Got it.

" I have to ask, how did you get into his writing? " Jason asked, glancing at his baby brother.

" A friend gave me a book for my birthday. I wasn't a fan of reading, but once I read it, I was like, wow, I need to get more. "

" What was the book? "

" It was The Institute. "

" Do you think I could borrow it? " Jason asked, taking a turn to park.

" Of course. But if there is some sort of damage, I will end you. "

Jason laughed, raising his hands up in mock defense.

" Don't worry. Now, lets go. "

(Y/N) got out and basically ran to the bookstore. He was in heaven.

" Lead the way. " Jason said, walking behind him.

And so he did. He moved through the shelfs, occasionally stopping to take a look at some interesting titles.

" I think I found him. Yup... Okay, I see It and... Oh, I see The Shining and Doctor Sleep! "

Jason grunted as he held 3 books in his hands. It was the heaviest book of the bunch.

" Oh, and Carrie too! Hold this. "

Jason took a breath. This was his idea, it's his fault that his arms were getting tired. And it brought that smile on (Y/N)'s face.

" Oh and Pet Semetary. Okay, that's it for now. "

" For now? " Jason asked in disbelief, laughing slightly.

" Yes. Do you want some books too or... "

" No, we can go. "

Jason and (Y/N) walked to the register, Jason taking out the credit card, simply reserved for (Y/N). Yes, they had a fund for (Y/N). It was for whatever he needed.

Jason and (Y/N) thanked the lady at the register and left the bookstore, Jason carrying the bag in his hand. It was heavy.

" You bastard, using my muscles for this. " Jason grumbled with a smile.

" I mean, you need to put those muscles to some use. "

Jason laughed and led him to the car to put the books there and then get something to eat.

" Oh look who it is! " (Y/N) froze, tensing. Jason raised an eyebrow and turned around.

A trio of boys, maybe around (Y/N)'s age. The leader in the middle stepped up. Jason wanted to laugh. He straightened his back, making sure to stand tall.

" Can I help you? " Jason asked, standing in front of his brother.

" Not you, but the loser over there. "

Jason laughed for a moment.

" Do you know who I am gentlemen? "

" Of course, Jason Todd. Why are you with the loser? "

Jason laughed. Of course they didn't know, (Y/N) was protected from the media. Especially from the paparazzi and nosy reporters.

" You mean my little brother? " Jason asked, tilting his head.

The bullies stuttered. Jason's smirked widened. It made him look feral. (Y/N) knew that smirk. May God help you if he ever gave you this smirk.

He came closer to the bullies and started whispering something that (Y/N) couldn't hear, but judging by the expression it was not good.

" Got it? Now scram! "

The boys ran away, nearly tripping in the process.

" Nobody bothers you, little bird. "

" Can we go home? " (Y/N) asked Jason.

" Sure thing. "

" And where have you two been? " Bruce asked as they entered the house.

" Out. In a bookstore. " Jason said, showing Bruce the bag.

" Thanks Jay, I had a great time. " (Y/N) said, giving Jason a hug, then moving to give Bruce a hug, before going to his room. He was in a better mood already and he was going to enjoy his afternoon even more.

[anna-thesimp]

My Love is Mine All Mine : 1 : New Job

"Wow you actually made it to the interview," a guys deep voice fills the room, he was the new boss for Rody who had been fired not that long ago. This was his 27-28 job now, he wasn't even sure anymore.

"Yeah I thought it be the best," Rody's hair was messy, his clothes were untidy and he didn't even tie his tie. From this, his boss was annoyed and continued on the interview.

"Well from your resumé, you know how to do your job which is good. Now I'm Vincent Charabonneau the owner of this bistro, i'm very strict on who I hired, so be greatful that I am giving you a chance to work here. Now remember take customer orders, get them to the chiefs, they'll cook it and Sever it back to the coustmers. Some coustmers well Expected faster service so they'll leave and might leave you with a dead plate," Vincent looks disgusted when talking about a dead plate.

"Thats good food gone to waste, but they still will have to pay for what they ate. So unless you have a person that has the same order as the dead plate, its gone to waste," Rody understood about 30% of what Vincent Just said but still looked like he got the memo.

"We're opening soon so be prepared, if you need me i'll be in the back," Vincent starts walking into the kitchen when Rody's voice stops him.

"Wait I have a question!" his hand Shot up in the air like he was im preschool.

"What is it?"

"So the coustmers don't exactly choose what they want, If I heard that right?"

"Thats correct our menu changes each day with a strict meal Choice, anymore questions?"

"Nope! I'm good now!" Rody smile brightly while Vincent rolled his eyes and walked away.

For Rody's frist day he did a great job not losing a coustmer and earn a great amount! Thought it was tiring to say the least, after the bistro closed up he biked home and changed into different clothes. His Apartment was messy when he got home..and thats the normal. His apartment messy as 4 of my cousins (no joke). Dishes haven't been done, toliled over flooded, music sheets everywhere, the stove look burnt ans Rody though back when he made cereal, he's not gonna do that again.

He picks up the phone like always and called her she didn't answer. He got bored and looks at his magazine, ended up getting bored after a while and slept on the couch.

Meanwhile Vince's mind was going crazy as he thought about today, this cheerful guy came to take the waiter job and he was good. But that smile was just in his head he couldn't sleep without thinking about his smile.

Vince ended up going to bed early. Rody's smile play in his head like a broken record player and when Vince fell asleep. A smile crawled up his face.

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Thank you all for choosing this Plot i hope you like this story

[twst-drabbles]

Trapped in a Fish's Eye 3

Summary: Floyd hunts down a student that had a sandwich in his hand. A sandwich that wasn't prepared by the hands of Azul, Jade or Floyd.

(Ah, good ol cannibalism. It was bound to come about sooner or later. Had to keep from the laptop yesterday. The internet was simply not having it. Anyways, here's Floyd. He's being real mean here.)

"Oh? Haha. Caught another one," Floyd casually said after breaking down a door with a reckless kick, as though this was all just happenstance and not a hunt. "I told you. You can't eat that."

Floyd leaned in real close and whispered to the student who shoved himself into a corner. He grabbed his head to keep him from doing any funny business and swiped the sandwich. Floyd let go of the student, but he continued to shiver.

Oh look, he's starting to cry. His poor belly must be aching so much. Oh well.

Floyd stood up and flipped the sandwich this way and that. He opened it and took a good whiff of the red meat inside.

Floyd grinned, "Yup, that's not a sandwich any of us would make. Looks like it though, I'll give the cook that. Though…"

Floyd slammed his heel into the plaster right next to the student's head. He yelped and curled further inward, like he was some innocent fish that didn't do anything wrong.

"You heard the rules, didn't ya?" Floyd drawled out, "Don't take food that wasn't made by Azul, Jade or me! So why did you have something that clearly wasn't given to you by any of us? Huh?"

"…" The student gulped but said nothing.

Floyd grabbed his hair and pulled him up. "Hmm? Come on. You can tell me. And I promise I won't squeeze you that tightly, alright?"

The student writhed and trembled, but ultimately opened his mouth. "…I was… I was hungry." His voiced ended with a whine.

The food rations had to be cut down significantly to only what is absolutely needed. Floyd didn't like that, neither did Jade or Azul, but this was this and that was that. Nobody had any clue how long they're going to be trapped in this dorm and as much as Floyd wanted to do the same thing and eat whatever he sees, your word is basically law around here.

Floyd was running on empty and all that chasing, while fun, only reminded him that he too was hungry as well. But at least he wasn't a whiner about it.

"Yeah, so?" Floyd let go, already feeling gross from touching this student, "Didn't you get the memo? We have no meats."

No fish, no chicken or anything of the like. It all spoiled quickly. Too quickly.

"And that sandwich had some," Floyd didn't let the food go. If he did, he's more than sure that this student would dive in and swallow it in one gulp, "So you gotta ask yourself, where did this meat come from? Are you really going to eat some mystery meat just because you're a little hungry?"

"But… but does it matter? I just-"

"Nope. I hate that answer. Shut up." Floyd meant to tap the student's chin but accidentally kick it instead. "Whoops. Oh well."

The weak student was thrown to the floor. He snorted and sniffed then started a whiny weep.

"Floyd," And Jade walked in at just the right time, as though he wasn't lingering around the doorway, watching it all go down. Of course Floyd would notice him. Everything is getting on Floyd's nerves. "You shouldn't be so rough on the little and weak. You might very well break him."

"I'm not trying to break him," Floyd sighed everything out and leaned against the nearest wall. Ah, he's done being angry and annoyed. "It's not my fault he didn't weigh much."

Floyd wants to give a nickname, but he gave up on that too. No point anyway. This student isn't all that interesting. Has the sort of face and voice that blends with everyone else.

"So, what are you here for, Jade?"

"Hmm? Oh!" Jade pretended to be forgetful, but his smile was weird. Out of place, almost. And he wouldn't keep his eyes off the sandwich in Floyd's hand. "Here, a plastic bag. You might want to put that… lunch in there."

"Hmm, why? Is it meat infected or something?" It's mystery meat, Floyd knows that, so it's probably infected. But still, he wanted to probe.

Only then did Jade's smile truly became stuff, like he had something nasty resting on his tongue. "It could be, but that's not the concern. Azul and I have a… theory, of sorts, that this meat might actually belong to someone."

"What? Like they were hiding a packet in their jacket or something?" Floyd joked, if only to annoy Jade, needle at him. He likes doing that, spouting out dumb things just to frustrate his brother.

Floyd's knew. Suspected it from the start, really. But Azul and Jade weren't the kind to follow their instincts. No, they gotta test it out. Make sure it's actually true before even hinting that had something.

Anyways, Jade took the bait. He was right back to his polite, smiling self and even laughed into his hand. "Don't be silly Floyd. That meat was part of a person. It's one thing for us to eat the rest of our potential siblings. We were thoughtless babes, after all. It's another to butcher someone you've once known as a fellow colleague and prepare them as afternoon lunch."

What was Jade thinking, trying to word himself carefully around Floyd?

Floyd knocked against the wall, casting his gaze to the student that has went completely silent. He was biting his knuckles, completely and utterly stiff. Was he horrified? Probably.

"You heard that?" Floyd said, "That was someone you were about to eat. Might want to be careful of your choices next time, 'kay? Otherwise, I'll squeeze ya."

Now Floyd can leave this kid be and go on hunting for the others. Well, that's if they haven't eaten them yet.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

BEN Drowned with mysterious urban legend S/O. Despite he’s a creepy pasta, BEN curiously going to explore mysterious places search for S/O. 🪽

I can only imagine that this would lead to the sweetest relationship dynamic!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ben x Urban legend!Reader

Life with you is quite interesting

Ben's met quite a few cryptids in his life (or rather, death?)

But when he got in a relationship with you, his interest was piqued even more

Whenever he wakes up, you are almost always gone

Where, you ask?

Well, one of your hiding places of course!

Wether that be deep into the woods, in an old abandoned building, or even if you had slender build something for you, you spend most of your time hiding and waiting to spook curious kids

And this morning was no dfferent

BEN decided to actually sleep last night, leaving you awake and bored

So he packs a small bag with his nintendo switch, some doritos, his phone, and a can of coke

All of the essentials

And he's off, searching for you in your usual spots

You're not in your favorite tunnel, but he spots some new graffiti and takes some pictures of himself by it

You aren't at the old run down carnival, but after searching all of the rides he gets bored and plays on his switch for a while

And then the last place he checks is the old schoolhouse that's near the city in the overworld and of course, that is where you are

He sees you there, sitting on the teacher's desk faced away from the door, humming to yourself and playing with your hair

He closes the door and this causes you to stop humming and freeze completely

BEN stands there for a moment, awaiting your response

Your response is to twirl your head around 180 degrees with your face morphed and stretched into an ungodly creature

When you realize that it's BEN, your face returns to normal and you rotate the rest of your body to face him

BEN, completely unfazed, walks towards you with a smile "scaring little kids again, babe?"

You smile and begin playing with your hair again "no, i think I've scared them all off from this particular spot...i thought maybe i got lucky and someone didn't get the memo"

He jumps up onto the desk and sits with you "nope. Just me. But you can scare me all you want" he says with a grin

"You're a ghost though" you point out "anything i do to try and scare you you can also do!"

He laughs "well, i can pretend to be scared if it would please you" he says before kissing your nose and pulling the doritos out of his bag

"Gonna go anywhere else today?" He asks, mouth full of chips

"Well, i was going to go into that old tunnel..."

"Oh, i was just there! I'll follow you, and this time i promise I'll be sneaky" he says, now swallowing the chips and shoving another handful into his mouth

You giggle softly at the memory of last time you had brought your boyfriend along with you on one of your haunts

You had almost had a group of curious teens lured right into your palm, ready to scare them when all of a sudden, BEN loses his match of mario cart and yells out "stupid cock sucking mother fucker!"

That was enough to convince the teens that nothing spooky was actually in here, and that it was likely just a hangout spot

After you come back to the current moment you look at him with a smile "well....only if you promise"

[violettavonviolet]

Cedric/Harry fic recs

This is what started my deep dive back into Harry Potter, there are some truly fantastic Cedric/Harry fics. Go show the authors some love!

All fics are completed and the word count goes up as you scroll! If you want to see some recs for a specific ship, just one due an ask or a DM.

whose here (is always worse than naught)

Ellory

Summary:

As Mister Cedric Diggory is spinning them in place to Disapparate, Heiress Harriet Potter can just make out a low, raspy voice saying, “Kill the—”

1k cedric/harry fem!harry

Courtship Rituals

ImpishTubist

Summary:

Cedric starts courting Harry.

Harry, of course, has no idea.

4k cedric/ harry

had you figured out

aroceu

Summary:

In which Professor Sprout definitely has a cannabis garden somewhere in the greenhouses.

This isn't about that, though. This is about how one day Cedric invites Harry Potter to smoke with him and some other Hufflepuffs, and they get through the Triwizard Tournament together.

5k cedric/harry

Nope, Nope, Absolutely Not.

ATiredAndDeadWriter

Summary:

Harry's name shoots out of the Goblet of Fire, but he is determined not to participate no matter what anyone says. If he finds himself a boyfriend along the way, what's the problem?

The Goblet of Fire told in a series of scenes where Harry refuses to participate and Cedric is very confused and very smitten.

5.7k cedric/harry

Why He Said Yes

nagi_blue

Summary:

Original request was: "Harry discovers that his fellow Champion is actually a neurotic ball of insecurities." Unbeta'd, since, well, it's for my usual beta 

rotaryphones. A belated Merry Christmas!

7k cedric/harry

(honey) there is no right way

sincere_lies

Summary:

‘Have you tried everything?’ Hermione asked insistently.

‘Yes! Every time I get to the cup and Cedric doesn’t take it with me I go immediately back to my bed in the morning. But all the times he is with me, he dies and after I fall asleep I return too.’

‘I guess it is obvious then, isn’t it?’ Both Harry and Hermione turned to stare at Ron, who looked at them defensively and shrugged ‘You have to go with Diggory and make sure he survives.’

Harry/Cedric - Groundhog day AU

25k

Paranoia and Puns

You_Light_The_Sky

Summary:

Harry makes three rules to survive fourth year: 1) watch the new DADA professor like a hawk, 2) suspect all animals of being animagi, and 3) avoid Cedric Diggory at all costs. Shame Diggory didn't get the memo. 

For a tumblr prompt by johnlocked-starkid: maybe a Harry/Cedric thing where the Triwizard Cup isn’t a portkey and Voldemort doesn’t happen, and instead they just win together and are happy and celebrate together. (bonus points for shy confessions of a crush from one or the other)

Harry/cedric 25k

 Two Can Play For Hogwarts

ChannelTheFlannel

Summary:

Both Harry and Cedric are chosen as the Hogwarts Champions, which is the first of many things that go awry. When the two become romantically interested in each other, they screw up the Tournament politics.

But that's not the only thing they mess up. Their actions in the Tournament end up spoiling the Dark Lord's plans, preventing his return to the Wizarding World.

Cedric/harry 30k

The Best

say_no_more

Summary:

Cedric demands only the best of himself, and for himself. The best marks in school, the best position on the quidditch team, and the best reputation. When it's time for him to begin dating, he won't settle for less than the best partner, as well.

80k Cedric/harry the best

The Medium Between Life and Death

 NinjaPandaScholar

Summary:

There were very few things in Harry Potter's life that he was certain of. There was one absolute certainty though; he'd felt it in his bones for as long as he could remember. He, Harry Potter, was dead. The living people around him might not believe, but the dead sure did. Oh well, it doesn't impact his life much. Besides, it's nice to get help with his schoolwork from his parents.

250k Cedric/Harry

[punsmaster69]

1/OCT/20XX

it's officially october now, so me and paps are putting out the halloween decor.

feels hard to believe it's even autumn at all already, but maybe that's 'cuz the leaves haven't changed yet. guess they missed the memo.

after the events of last wednesday, it's been kinda hard to message tori myself. she's a stronger monster than me though, 'cuz now she's casually texting me, talking about these little paper ghosts frisk made.

"Perhaps they would be willing to show you and Papyrus how to make some. ]:)"

"don't know how much they'd wanna see me again right now"

"Then.. they do not have to see 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"?"

"If Frisk is not here, I may need an extra set of hands to help finish decorating."

somehow, i agreed to come over before having the chance to even give it a second thought.

she must've asked frisk pretty quickly about the ghosts thing, 'cuz the kid was long gone by the time i got to tori's house.

tori was carrying these giant boxes labelled "halloween" out onto the yard.

"heya tori."

"Ah! Sans, hello! There are a few boxes left that I think you can manage, they are in the living room."

"got it."

i got the boxes from the living room and set them by the front door.

trying to detangle a black and orange garland, tori called me over.

"Sans, could you help me with these?"

nearly tripped on a vine going down the porch steps, but when i went to go see where the vine was, it was gone.

i grabbed one end, and tori untwisted the other. she wrapped the detangled garland into the branches of the biggest tree in her front yard.

we repeated the process a few more times until most of the smaller nearby trees were also thoroughly halloween-ified.

"Now we have just got to do the house!..But, it is a bit taller than either of us, is it not?"

"you got a ladder?"

"Yes,"

she pointed at a folded step-ladder resting against the house.

"but it is a human one, so I'm afraid it doesn't quite hold my weight."

she unfolded it, and set the step-ladder in front of me.

"You are about human sized, will it work for you?"

standing on the ladder, i was only as tall as toriel is while standing on the ground.

at this fact, she had to try and (unsuccessfully) stifle a laugh.

"Hehe! Is the weather much better up here?"

i poked her in the forehead.

"nope, but i can do that now."

tori leaned towards me until she was about two inches from my face.

"You know what else you can do now?"

so i leaned forward....

lightly bonking my forehead off of hers.

"headbutt you at equal height."

"Ah! You-"

"𝗛𝗘𝗬, 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗚!!"

flowey suddenly shouted from behind a closed window.

tori opened the window and scolded him.

"You should not use insults! If you wanted the window opened, a simple 'please' will do."

he just rolled his eyes.

"Please apologize to Sans."

flowey glared at me, then looked at tori, then mumbled out a small 'sorry'.

"Thank you."

she stepped back onto the yard.

"Now, what of this roof situation?"

"someone around here probably has a ladder-"

"I know! I could lift you up, and you can string the garland!"

from the window, vines suddenly shot across the yard.

they grabbed the decorations, hastily hanging them from the roof.

"Ah... thank you, Flowey."

he just glared at me.

tori opened a box containing many yard standees. me, tori, and flowey stuck 'em all across the yard.

a zombie by the tree, werewolf prowling the treeline, ghosts haunting the stairs, and... a skeleton buried head-down in the dirt.

toriel put all the empty boxes on the porch, doing one more sweep of the area to make sure she didn't miss any.

i sat myself on the porch railing near the window flowey was in.

"that everything?"

"It would appear to be! Thank you for the help, Sans."

flowey loudly fake-coughed.

"...And thank you too, Flowey. Would you two like some hot chocolate?"

"yeah, but... can flowers even drink hot chocolate?"

"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙃!"

she paused in the front door frame.

"If you can't get along, nobody is getting any."

"hey, it was a genuine question."

flowey did something that resembled crossing his arms with his vines, but stayed quiet.

"Thank you."

she went inside, leaving me and flowey alone on the porch.

he watched as she went inside, making sure she was out of earshot before speaking.

"What's your deal, anyway?"

"bout five bucks."

"I- ...What?"

"take it or leave it."

"No, like what do you want with Toriel?"

"i don't have some secret ulterior motive, if that's what you're trying to imply."

"Well you can't just be 'friends'!"

"why not?"

"FRIENDS don't start taking off their clothes as soon as they're alone!"

"guess frisk has started spreading rumors, then."

i sighed and turned to face flowey on the windowsill.

"my shirt got caught and tore. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡."

"Yeah, right."

"you can ask her yourself."

"Fine! I will! ...Later!"

he went surprisingly quiet for a bit.

".....What do you see in that old lady, anyway?"

"a friend."

"Why?"

"well, she's someone i can depend on."

"Can't Papyrus be that?"

"sure. and he is."

"Then what makes her any different from him?"

"papyrus is.. very high energy."

"Duh-"

"he's got a lotta big ideas. 'head in the stars,' and all. 'course, i love him for it, but sometimes...."

"you need someone a little more down to earth. balance it out, y'know?"

flowey was silent.

"..... she's a good lady. treat her well, alright?"

"You're making it sound like you're leaving."

"guess it did come across that way."

"...nah. i'm plannin' on hanging around a while longer."

"Yeah, you're too in love with Toriel to leave anywhere even a mile away!"

"nuh uh."

"Wh- 'nuh uh'?? Are you four?"

"turned five last april."

"THIRTY-five, maybe! You look ancient."

"hey, for a thirty five year old, i'd say i'm aging pretty well. i still don't have a single wrinkle."

"You're ACTUALLY thirty five?? Jeez, you really 𝘈𝘙𝘌 ancient!!"

"right within tori's age range, though."

he socked me in the chest with a heavy vine, knocking me into the bush just below the railing.

"STOP. UN-HAVE A CRUSH."

"haven't anything of the sort."

"BACK OFF MY MOM THIS INSTANT."

"..You consider me to be your mother?"

i heard tori's voice approach.

"Y-You must've. Misheard me."

"ok mama's boy."

"CAN IT, TRASHBAG."

"..If you wanted to refer to me as your mother, I would certainly not mind."

she leaned over the railing, spotting me in her bush.

"Is that more comfortable?"

"i fell."

i got up from the bush and went back up the stairs onto the porch. tori handed me a warm cup of hot chocolate.

"Yeah, fell 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦! He totally has a giant-"

i shut the window, drowning out the sound of his voice.

"...a giant love for cocoa."

"?"

"I-I see.. I did not know you had such a fondness for hot chocolate."

flowey banged on the window, and tori opened it again.

"You 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲!"

"Flowey!"

"yeah, you better watch your damn language."

"Sans! Both of you need to watch your language. Do not make me rinse your mouths with soap!"

"i mean. you can try."

"Then.. a grounding?"

"flowey's already pretty 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. kinda 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 that idea."

flowey grimaced, and tori laughed.

"I suppose I will let you two off the hook, just this once. I hope this will not become the 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 of a swearing problem!"

"Eugh. Nevermind. Close the window back."

he used two vines to lift himself off the windowsill back into the house, taking his mug with him.

me and tori chatted until it started getting dark.

"...I suppose you have to get home soon, do you not?"

"i'd stay longer, but i'm pretty sure frisk'll probably be here soon."

"Thank you again for your help today."

"bug me anytime, ok?"

"..Have a safe walk home, Sans."

she brushed my hand with hers.

i suddenly became aware of how close together we were sitting; aware of the strange fluttering in my chest.

".....seeya, tori."

i got up and rushed home before i could say something stupid.

...

flowey's words about crushes 'n love and whatnot..

.....

..........

nah.

he probably just hit my ribs too hard.

[randomnameless]

I think the example of the aqueduct in the Red Canyon alongside with how among Seiros's miracles was creating a canal through Enbarr that was vital to it's growth, couple that with how humanity flourished due to Sothis sharing technology with them, I think the game might be hinting that technology regressed under the rule of Nemesis and the Agarthans, the latter keeping their own tech away from those they deemed as base animals.

TBH I'm always a bit miffed by the "technology" talks, because while Agartha sure kept Sothis' more advanced tech and current Fodlan was supposed to be "age of discovery" developed, we still have magic, like, people can warp around...

Tech in general regressed post Sothis vs Agarthans war, but we don't know how advanced/far Enbarr was before the WoH - of course they didn't have elevators, but indeed, I suppose that, in general, after this war, Fodlan had to rebuild itself without Sothis giving tech bonuses anymore to accelerate the growth and development of humans - and here would come the sci-fi principle of "giving tech when people are mature enough" or something, so maybe the Nabateans wanted to let humans develop themselves first, and then would have helped later on?

I still find it fascinating that when Rhea was apparently "roaming around Fodlan clinging to her desire of revenge", instead of directing the Enbarrites to build thousands of mecha-golems, she... made a canal for them.

[queenofbaws]

well i mean if you're offering...

'i keep thinking that something must be wrong with me. even right now, it feels like I'm ten feet away from myself.'

for any character(s) and/or fandom of your choice per the usual 💖

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

Stepping through the Mirror and into the world beyond was...vertiginous. Everything was right and wrong at the same time: She knew this room! She knew the desks and the chairs and even the filing cabinets, but she didn't. Nothing was quite where she expected it to be, and because of that, her brain just kept turning in circles, cartwheeling in a desperate attempt to make sense of it all.

Emily went to take a step and immediately tripped over a cord that shouldn't have been there. Before she could react - even to fall - there was a firm hand on her arm, holding her steady and helping her to right herself.

"Yeahhh...it...takes a little getting used to," Jesse said through a wince, her eyes sweeping over her with a level of concern she'd never seen before (but certainly didn't mind). "Sorry. I guess I could've warned you better. If you want my advice? Try not to read anything."

Emily blinked. "Try not to read? Jesse, I'm sure it's not - " Oh, why did she have to go and tempt fate like that?! She didn't even get to finish the thought before her eyes landed on a memo sitting on the nearby desk, the same memo she saw right before they'd stepped through the containment cell and into the Threshold, and much to her chagrin, she stumbled again. That time against Jesse, which wasn't unpleasant on its own, but...

But that memo.

She got as far as the heading - LORTNOC FO UAERUB LAREDEF - and had to avert her eyes, squeezing them shut tight against the migraine threatening to form. "Try not to read," she said, nodding. "Got it."

"You do get used to it, I promise." If Jesse minded her leaning against her like that, she didn't show any sign, instead gently leading her through the room. "Just...try and think of it as a place you've never been before. Tell yourself it's, you know, a...a new part of the Oldest House."

"It is a new part of the Oldest House."

"I...okay, yeah, I guess it kind of is, huh? Um. Hang on, give me a minute. I'll...I'm sure I can come up with some better workplace safety tips."

Despite herself, she had to laugh. Emily chanced opening her eyes, and...nope. Nope, the uncanniness was still too much. She swallowed hard, sticking close as they stepped out of the stairwell and into a department she should've recognized. "While I'm sure that's true, I'm personally hoping we find the source of all those abnormal readings sooner rather than later. Don't get me wrong, I love hearing firsthand accounts of your, uh, professional experiences, but the sooner we're out of here, the better, I think."

"You won't hear me disagreeing," she muttered from the corner of her mouth. After a moment, Emily realized she was still holding her elbow, guiding her along.

For reasons entirely unrelated to the way her knees were shaking and her stomach roiling, she hoped she wouldn't let go.

"I...I have to be honest with you, Jesse, I'm...pretty mortified right now. I mean, I ask to get more field experience, you're obliging enough to let me come along, and then immediately after taking you up on the offer, I - "

"Uh, Emily?"

"I-I completely lose every shred of composure! Composure, by the way, that I pride myself on! There's just...there's just something off about this Threshold. I feel like something's...I don't know. If I had to describe it, I guess I'd say I feel like something's wrong with me. Like I'm here, but I'm standing ten feet away from myself. Does that make sense?'

"Unfortunately, yes," Jesse said, and all at once, the Service Weapon was in her hand. The other pulled her back, no longer guiding her but guarding her, ushering her behind her body. "Should've seen this one coming...okay, so. Here's the thing, Emily. You feel like you're standing ten feet away from yourself, because you are, in fact, standing ten feet away from yourself."

"I - what?" For a moment, her thoughts tumbled around themselves, forming a strange knot: Jesse letting go of her, the sudden movement, the...

Wait a second.

There was a flicker of movement from the other end of the department, a flurry of pages being flung in the air, and even once her eyes adjusted, Emily couldn't make sense of what she was seeing across the way - who she was seeing.

Namely, uh, herself.

"Etal er'uoy. Nedaf rotcerid," the simulacrum (reflection?!) of herself said by way of greeting, approaching them with an intention that felt nothing short of threatening.

"Emily, meet Yl...Ylim...Ylime? Ugh, whatever. Essej was so much easier to say. Anyway, I think we found the source of your weird readings."

"Why am I dressed like someone in The Matrix?" Emily asked, her shock outweighing even her professional intrigue. Surely, she should've been all but rapturous at the implications of an alternate version of herself, of what that meant for the House's dimensional shifts and connections, but...something about the sight of her mirror self had rendered her (if only momentarily) flabbergasted.

"A good question," Jesse said, motioning for her to back up as Ylime advanced on them. "Just not one I have an answer for. What else you got?"

"Am I...am I always that attractive?"

"I. Well. I-I mean - "

And then she was on them.

[megaawkwardhuman]

a bit ago I saw a post on here that said something along the lines of "there was only one bed trope but at a clown motel" and that night I decided to write the beginning of a nandermo fic with that concept

days go by and last night for whatever reason I made it my goal to drag this thing from wip hell and finish it and so here it is!

it's a post season 3 fic where we're in the good timeline™ (guillermo and nandor went on their trip) and for whatever reason they end up well at a clown motel and we learn two things

1 guillermo really doesn't like clowns

2 even in the good timeline™ the world still fucks with memo

small disclaimer: I'm really dyslexic and by no means good at this. like last time I'm clinging onto grammarly for dear life and tried my best to edit this so that it at least makes a crumb of sense

anyway here is (and yes I'm really proud of this title)

the one ring circus

“No, we’re NOT staying here” Guillermo crossed his arms staring the vampire next to him dead in the eyes.

“Come on Guillermo look at all of the clowns!” they have been on their trip now for a while. If you had to ask Guillermo at the beginning of the trip where he expected to go and what he expected to see he wouldn’t have said a clown motel. He would have said ANYTHING ELSE other than a creepy ass clown motel. 

“Nope, they're freaking me out. I REFUSE to stay here.” 

“Oh come on this place isn't creepy.”

“Isn’t creepy? There’s a fucking cemetery next to it.” Guillermo has nothing personally against clowns. But there was something about the clown signs in front of the motel that creep him the fuck out with their huge smiles and soulless eyes. “Yeah sure the house back in Staten Island might as well be a cemetery but at least there weren’t creepy ass clowns.”

“It’s only one night.” while Guillermo would like to refuse further dawn was approaching soon, a storm was rolling in, and by the looks of it Nandor for once was living up to his name and was not going to relent anytime soon. 

He sighed “Fine but only ONE night. But as soon as the sun sets we’re getting out of here.”

As they walked over to get a room Guillermo couldn’t help but notice a small grin on Nandor’s face. Was he actually excited to stay a night here? Did he like clowns? Is that why he wanted to stay here? Wait has Nandor even seen a clown before? All of these questions bounced around his head. 

As they entered the office to get a room Guillermo looked around. As to be expected there were clowns everywhere. If he didn’t have a fear of clowns before the thousands of clowns both statues and paintings staring at him now might have put that fear into him. 

All of the painted eyes staring into him, the bright colors of their clothes weren't doing wonders for his eyes, the smiles forced upon their faces mocked him, and the few that weren't smiling were sobbing which didn't help the overall creepy vibe. it felt like all of the attention in that room was directed at him. Like every clown in that room was mocking him. 

He knew he couldn’t spend another second in there so he asked Nandor to get them a room as he speed walked outside.

As he walked out eyes tightly shut he tried to think about anything but the ridiculous motel he was about to spend a day of his life in. So he pulled out his phone, popped in his earbuds, put on some music, and thought about something that he knows will brighten his mood: how this trip will end. The moment he’s been waiting for grows closer every night. A moment that would be more pleasant than staying at a possibly haunted clown motel. 

His attention was immediately snapped back when Nandor popped out and said something he REALLY didn’t want to hear.

“Is it alright if the room has only one bed?” Guillermo jumped a little as he zoned back in. 

he paused his music and pulled out an earbud. “I'm sorry what?”

Nandor sighed “I said is it ok if there's only one bed?”

“What why?”

“Uh well, the only room available only has one bed.”

Guillermo wondered what he did to deserve this. Well, he wanted to know the SPECIFIC thing he did to deserve this. He thought about all his options or rather his lack of options. “That's fine.” Once Nandor popped back inside Guillermo knew he’d probably come up with something.

However, by the time they actually got to their room, he had zero plans. He WOULD have come up with something if it didn’t dawn on him what he would most likely have to do: share a bed with Nandor. 

Now Guillermo didn’t hate the idea of being close to Nandor. In fact, that was the problem he knew he’d enjoy sharing a bed with him. He knew he’d enjoy it a little too much. He was afraid that he’d make a wrong move, getting a little too close, or worst of all Nandor getting too close. He knew it’ll be really hard to sleep with a hot vampire next to him. So once that thought entered his head it absorbed any plan he had.

Add in the clown art in the room and Guillermo has a gut feeling he won’t be getting much sleep.

“Great more clowns…” he said looking around the room like he wasn’t sleeping at a clown themed motel.

“What’s so wrong with the clowns?”

“I don’t know they look so creepy. Doesn’t help that some are staring right at the bed.”

“But they’re so happy!”

“Yeah happy they will probably be the reason I won’t get any sleep.” in a bit of a huff he went over to his bag.

Knowing the sun was going to rise soon and to distract from clowns around him Guillermo made quick work to sunproof the room by putting up some blackout curtains they bought and taping them down. Then he grabbed his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and change. 

-

When leaving the bathroom Guillermo noticed every clown painting was either gone or covered up. Well, all but one mural but that was cause it was painted directly on a wall to the left of the bed. Without the clowns, you wouldn't have guessed this was a clown motel. you'd think that it was just a normal motel room with just a weird ass clown portrait on one of the walls.

Confused but relieved he looked at Nandor who was reading a book. “Did you do this?”

“You said they would keep you up and a bodyguard needs his rest.” Nandor didn’t look up from his book.

Guillermo was still getting a bit used to this softer Nandor. I mean he can still be a dick from time to time but ever since they boarded that first train he’s been kinder to him. “Wow… thanks. Speaking of sleep what are we going to do about the whole bed situation?” 

“Well since there is no place for me to spread out my ancestral soil and I know how you humans value your beds I was thinking we would just simply share the bed.” He said face buried in his book.

Guillermo was a bit taken aback by how casually Nandor suggested it. “Are you sure? I'm fine sleeping in the car or the bathtub.”

“oh don't worry I used to sleep with soldiers all of the time back in Al Quolanudar. Also what if a vampire killer came in here and tried to kill me? I need you to protect me at all times”

Guillermo tried his best to ignore how wrong that first part sounded. “Why would a vampire killer come looking for vampires at a clown motel?”

Nandor shuffled a little in his seat and turned a page in his book. A book Guillermo just now realized was upside down. ”well us vampires really like our clowns.“ Nandor said being reminded that he can't lie on the spot for shit.

Instead of pointing out how that's very clearly not a thing Guillermo silently accepted his fate.

so once he double checked that everything was covered he lay down on the bed.

_

He didn't know how much time had passed. all he knew was that it must have been midday and the storm outside was kinda soothing. but what wasn't soothing was the fact that somehow while sleeping Guillermo ended up face to face with the one clown painting Nandor couldn't cover. He jumped a little.

the clown was pointing directly at him laughing with the biggest stupidest grin on their face. He wanted to turn around but due to the sleeping body right next to him, he wasn’t quite sure if he could.

He lay there staring at the clown for god knows how long until a shift next to him made him realize Nandor was now on his side. which hopefully means he can shift without disturbing him.

as quickly as he could Guillermo rolled over to be greeted face to face with another more familiar clown's face. 

add in the perfectly timed thunder clap and Guillermo jumped out of the bed letting out a small yelp. 

Guillermo not really thinking instead of going back to bed or getting up and doing anything else memo chose the secret third option: sleep somewhere else. So he grabbed a pillow and a cape that was lying on the ground and bolted for the bathtub.

Whatever attempt Guillermo made to not wake up Nandor was in vain since the thud of him falling to the floor, grabbing a pillow five inches away from Nandor's face, and him running to the bathroom woke Nandor up.

half asleep Nandor followed the sounds of a clearly not ok Guillermo.

what greeted him when he opened the door was Guillermo curled up in the bathtub pillow behind his head wrapped in one of his capes trying to make some sort of attempt at sleeping.

“Guillermo, are you alright?” Nandor grumbled.

Guillermo would like to give him a proper response but at this point, any attempts to get any words out of his mouth would be in vain since he’s still a little freaked out. He didn't know it but he was shaking a bit.

Nandor saw how freaked out Guillermo is and with his two brain cells put together that the clown painting was probably to blame. Not being awake enough to yell at him for stealing his cape he left the room.

Guillermo thought Nandor must have gone back to sleep but was confused when he came back with a pillow, a blanket, and with the backpack he kept some of his ancestral soil in strapped to his back. 

Silently he made his way over to Guillermo and took the cape that was wrapped around him and tossed it aside. ”scoot over.“ Guillermo did as he was told and Nandor awkwardly made his way into the tub.

after some maneuvering, Guillermo ended up on top of Nandor in this kinda big but bearly able to fit them bathtub.

Nandoer laid out the blanket over the two of them and placed one pillow behind his backpack and one behind his head. ”I guess we're sleeping here.“ 

Guillermo didn't know how to really react to all of this. all he could do is muster out a small ”sorry...“

”It's fine. this is a lot more comfortable here. it's a lot like sleeping in a coffin.“ he wrapped one of his arms around Guillermo.

Guillermo wanting to go back to sleep at this point just hid his face in the nook of Nandor's neck as he fell back asleep mumbling about stupid clowns.

-

the sober realization as to what had just happened hit the both of them as soon as they woke up. It hit Guillermo the hardest since he woke up with Nandor’s tits in his face. So he got out of the tub as quickly as he could and checked that it was safe for Nandor to leave the bathroom.

after Guillermo made sure it was night he went back in and helped Nandor out of the tub. They both made their way into the main room to pack up and make the room look less chaotic.

”Thanks for last night. I genuinely didn't expect you to do that.“ Guillermo said while taking down the curtains.

”you were running around the room like a spooked horse,” Nandor was putting one of the pillows back on the bed “I wanted to make sure you weren’t being attacked or something.“ he turned around to go grab the cape Guillermo tried to use as a blanket almost bumping into Guillermo.

”well that was really nice of you. but you didn't have to sleep in the tub with me. you looked really cramped“

Nandor looked down and fidgeted with his rings. ”I needed to make sure you were going to be alright all night. You're going to need a good amount of sleep if you're going to protect me.“ once he was done talking he quickly walked back into the bathroom.

Guillermo wonders who is this man and what did he do to Nandor.

Once they had everything packed they got the fuck out of there.

-

”so are you two looking for a room with two beds or?“ the lady at the front desk asked. Guillermo really gave him too much power.

Nandor thought about it. ”no just one is fine. But let me check with my partner” 

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVII Rebirth (and [mild] Supernatural) spoilers under the cut.

These are just hot takes, because I haven't had a chance to do a deeper dive yet.

So apparently the huge, shocking twist is that...Watashi kills Aerith. Gee whiz, never would have seen that one coming in a million years. 🙄

But apparently it's a Winchester death, so there's the possibility of her sticking around in some form. Clever. The people who insisted she had to die are happy and the people who wanted her to survive are happy. Except for those idjit masochists on Twitter who are mad because it wasn't painful and permanent enough for them to cry over it like they did when it happened in the OG. The release of Rebirth didn't negate the existence of the original game, guys, just so you know.

And I guess Watashi didn't get the memo, so he doesn't know how bad he played himself the last time by making her a Force ghost. Either that or he's demonstrating the definition of insanity.

Sephiroth saving Cloud from the Midgar Zolom and not even sticking around long enough to be thanked? For the evilest evil that ever eviled, that was quite a Big Damn Heroes moment (just assume that if there's a link in one of my posts, it goes to TV Tropes and plan accordingly). I think this is our good buddy Ore dropping by.

Finally,

Me: I don't do the shipping thing. It's just not for me. It's great if you're into it, but me? Nope, nosiree Bob, uh uh, no way. Not my thing.

Square Enix: oh, hey, so this happened:

Me: MOTHERFU-- OK, maybe it's a little bit of a thing for me.

That's all I got for now.

[misalpav]

the kerala story is copied caliphate netflix series and you dont understand. you support bjp?

did you miss the part where i said that TKS is a MOVIE. and artists and writers take creative liberties??? i couldn't give a flying fuck which netflix series it's similar to bc in the end I see it as a movie and in the larger scheme, media, and every 10 yr old child I know knows not to believe everything they see on a big screen, but apparently you didn't get the memo. the isis fucking exists in India and with it they bring salafi jihadist culture and conversion because that's literally who they are and that's the bottom line. if you're in support of covering up their terrorism then please just stop reading and get the fuck off my blog. again why the fuck are people making such a big deal out of it oh my god. movies such as PK have shown offensive versions of Hindu gods, and in Canada, they made some play about the goddess Kali smoking and shit. I saw absolutely none of you say anything then so why the fuck do you "secular" people care now.

if you denied terrorism in India from middle easterners you'd be an idiot. ranging from pilgrim taxes, iconoclasm, and to forced conversions in Mathura and Kashmir among other places, the native Hindu-Indian population has seen everything over the years. I don't deny that islamophobia is real, but oh my god, the existence of islamophobia and hinduphobia is not mutually exclusive, this is so fucking basic. I can agree that islamophobia exists in many parts of the world and even in India, but this movie has nothing to do with that. again, it's a movie about ISIS and i will see it as such. If you see it as a movie about Islam, then maybe you're the one under the flawed assumption that all Muslims fall under the bracket of ISIS, which says more about you than me in any case.

if we get into politics then, no, i have no strong affiliation with any indian political party and, as someone who can't vote, i have no good reason to go out of my way to pick a side when i like neither anyways. i'm the kind of person that reads everything and figures out what makes sense. from that point of view i can say, IF kerala is a secular state, then they should have no problem with this movie, something backed by the Kerala High Court ruling as well. i also mentioned earlier that this is an issue of ISIS vs anti-ISIS, not hindu v muslim. that being said, if you were a secularist I'd continue to question why you care so much about the government handling religion in media when your entire argument should be separating state and religion entirely. movies and entertainment isn't a branch of the government so you're not allowed to give a fuck what they do as they try and gain viewers.

your bullshit "secularism" only goes to the extent that the agendas of islam and apparently also isis are supported in the public sphere and it fucking shows. secular countries around the world make movies with religion in the center and nobody gives a shit but you guys don't get those memos do you. movies such as priest and the 1972 movie adaptation of the canterbury tales exist show christianity in a skewed negative angle and were screened all over the west. but nope, just ignore that and blame some right wing party for a writer making a story because it inconveniences you and your little anti-hindu agenda.

in terms of this other ask,

again with the word fanaticism. either you're accepting you're a blatant hinduphobe in which case get the fuck off my blog, I said very specifically that bigots are not welcome, or you just didn't read my last post properly in which case read that and then get the fuck off my blog. God, this whole post is so redundant and such a waste of my time. saying ISIS and the BJP are the same is such a flawed undertaking. I also can't think of a single example of a BJP member specifically targetting "muslims whose loved ones were lured into ISIS" and even a quick google and jstor search renders nothing.

The ISIS hijacked 4 Boeing 747s worth billions of dollars total and sent their members on a suicide mission halfway across the globe killing around 3000 people. They've run similar attacks all over the globe in areas including europe, africa, asia, or in other words anywhere they can fucking get to and their hate doesn't even stop at religion, and extends instead to anyone who rejects sharia law. the bjp has run nothing to the scale of the mass-murder and terrorism of isis and i can't decide if your desperation to prove me wrong with the most exaggerated arguments of the century are funny or if your ignorance is just sad. if conserving islam in the middle east with islamic republics and dictatorships is deemed ok, then maintaining hindu culture in a democracy where such members are elected is also ok.