#fanfiction and a puzzle

[totallynotobsessedwithfandoms]

Well, as I have mention before I have an AO3 account and this is basically my invitation for all of you TOH obsessed people to go and check it out. Ao3 is the best! The Owl House definitely needs a prequel series so this is my attempt at writing one. Can you guys check it out? Hits, Kudos, and Comments are the best thing ever. Of course, if it's not your style, that's fine. Unfortunately I probably won't be updating more than once a week. The summer might see more posts, I don't know yet. Filler chapters will be a thing but they all will have an actual plot. Of course, Raeda will be the main ship, as well as Aladarius. Raine is the biggest flirt with Eda and I will not be convinced otherwise. Harvey and Gilbert Park will appear too! I've also put Steve in the fic but he might be a little too young. Dana did such a great job with this show I'll never get over it. Disney screwed us over with the shortened season 3. Eda's backstory is so fascinating and I want more of it. Needless to say, I hope that I'm doing this character a good job of representing them accurately. My writing schedule is so chaotic though. Eda is my favorite to write, I'm getting all of the chaos I never dared to do out through her. Sometimes Lilith is my favorite though, I really relate to her. Steve is a cinnamon role, and I will always love him. And Darius puts up with so much in this fic it's amazing. Generally, it's a hilarious fic but does have a lot of angsty drama, mainly between the Aladarius and Odalia situation. Eda's curse is a big deal too. So, are you going to read it?

MWAH!

Love you guys!

Comment if you figured out the puzzle!

[nanenna]

This Group Chat Could've Been a Meeting

Sleepy King AU masterpost

Yeah... don't expect me to keep churning these out. I was just excited to share "god egg" lore with y'all. UwU

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Batman made no comment as Clark sat down next to him, angled ever so slightly so he could read his screen. Diana, likewise, was leaned over so she could read the group chat Clark had started to keep everyone in the loop. Batman was already archiving the transcript of their conversation.

Young Miss Fenton’s frustration and apparent determination to do things herself were a little worrying. Amity Park was currently an information black hole to them, they had no idea what she thought she could do. Perhaps it was youthful naïveté, perhaps the girl actually had something up her sleeve. Either way they could only hope the JLD came to a solution before she became an additional issue.

Danny tilted, slumping gently against Clark’s side. Clark looked guilty as he gently patted Danny’s head with the hand the boy wasn’t leaning against.

Batman could understand, this situation was incredibly stressful. They could only hope the boy would be understanding and forgive him for this deception after they found a way to pull out and banish the Ghost King without killing Danny in the process.

“Oh my god,” Dr. Fate hissed faintly, “it’s a god egg!”

Batman had no idea what a god egg was.

From the way Zatanna and Marvel tensed they did know. “You can’t be serious,” Marvel whispered harshly.

Batman glared at them and held a finger up to his mouth. Clark was doing likewise before he turned and reminded Danny to keep eating. Batman typed out a quick message.

Batman: Use the group chat. Batman: And define “god egg.” Constantine: The hell you mean god egg? What?@

Batman held up a hand as everyone save Clark had held up their communicators. He cleared his throat and added a glower to get their attention, then pointed at Fate. He had brought up the term, it was up to him to explain. Fate typed a message as a different kind of tension filled the room.

Dr. Fate: It’s a slight misnomer as it’s not just gods, but rather any being with god-like powers. Dr. Fate: But when a mortal is about to Ascend or a godling is about to mature into their powers, sometimes their elders will seal off an area to isolate the would-be god. Dr. Fate: This can be to protect a child from threats while teaching them to use their new powers, or it can be to give the would-be god trials and keep them from “cheating” with outside help. Dr. Fate: Often it’s both, so the child or mortal don’t get given trials they can’t possibly overcome on their own. Dr. Fate: Amity Park is a god egg, and this boy is the chick. Dr. Fate: THAT is the block preventing us from being aware of Amity Park until now, and continues to block all attempts to look into it.

Zatanna frowned down at her communicator before she furiously tapped out her own message.

Zatanna: Shouldn’t the chick be Phantom? Constantine: Bloody hell you can’t be serious! Zatanna: He’s the one who’s photos won’t show up on the internet no matter what. Constantine: If this kid is the chick of a god egg we need to get him back down there yesterday. Cpt. Marvel: How were we able to find any information on Danny if he’s the chick? Dr. Fate: I don’t know, I just know what I could scry. Constantine: It don’t matter! Zatanna: It seems odd for Danny to be the chick when we could find so much information on him but not Phantom. Raven: Are we sure it’s Danny and not the Ghost King who’s the chick? Dr. Fate: There is a high chance it’s the Ghost King, yes. Constantine: We need to get this chick back to it’s egg before a bunch of angry gods come looking for their godling! Cpt. Marvel: Are we sure we want the Ghost King to Ascend? Isn’t he already a tyrant?

Batman bit back a groan as the chat sped up. While he liked being kept in the loop, this was getting to be a bit too much like his own family’s group chat. He got Diana’s attention and nodded towards the door. She nodded back and stood up, herding the magicians out of the kitchenette.

Batman got up and started the eclectic kettle, then went looking through the cabinet, finding the instant hot cocoa mix. Once the kettle finished heating up the water inside, Batman made a cup of hot cocoa, which he handed off to Clark, who gave it to Danny, before sitting back down.

It was just the waiting game now, it was up to the magic experts to decide what to do with this new information. For his part, Batman set about updating the mission file as well as the personal files of all beings involved. This included starting a new one on Phantom, since Zatanna had brought up a good point.

He was beginning to suspect far, far more had been going on than they had assumed, even more so than just a whole town in distress no one had known about. After all, they had images of Pariah Dark, and the entity they’d seen last night didn’t match that description.

They also had no description of Phantom, though what few bits of information they’d found on him described the ghost as appearing to be a teenaged boy. Oracle had found one particularly poetic fan of the ghost boy who described him as having “hair made of starlight” and “piercing peridot eyes” that could describe the entity they’d seen last night. Batman got Clark’s attention as he went back to the currently silent group chat.

Batman: Are we sure Pariah Dark is still the Ghost King?

Clark’s eyes grew huge as he read the message. He whipped out his own communicator and tapped out a message he didn’t send, but held up the screen for Batman to read. “It sounds like at least one of them choked out there.”

Batman nodded, it was the base assumption this whole fiasco was hinging on. But if Pariah Dark had managed to escape from and be sealed back into the Sarcophagus of Eternal Slumber without a single magic user being the wiser, was it not also possible he lost his crown in the process? And if the new king, likely Phantom, hadn’t been officially crowned yet even if the title had passed on, again how would anyone know? And if he is in fact the chick of this god egg, could not that simply have been one of his trials?

Wonder Woman: There is a strong possibility that Pariah Dark lost his crown to Phantom, who is the actual chick of this god egg. Wonder Woman: That does not change that he is currently asleep in Danny and can’t be removed without killing him. Batman: Since Phantom wasn’t in the Sarcophagus of Eternal Slumber, are we sure he was asleep? Constantine: It doesn’t matter! Constantine: We need to return the chick to it’s egg. Constantine: I’m sorry for this danny kid mate Constantine: I really am Constantine: But we can’t risk a bunch of gods being pissy about a missing chick. Cpt. Marvel: If I remember the brief earlier, isn’t Phantom a good guy? Cpt. Marvel: I doubt he’d want to hurt Danny if he can help it. Batman: We don’t have enough information to draw any conclusions on Phantom.

Clark held up his communicator with another message tapped out but not sent. “They’re doing a vote and a debate right now, half are for just sending Danny home and half want to find a way to get the king out of Danny.”

Batman sighed then, the dangers of having an even number of people in a mission. Sadly neither him nor Clark were knowledgeable enough to be taken seriously as the tie breaker.

[hirschkuh-traumvoll]

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alastor kisses slowly, almost chastely in the beginning, but gradually his kiss becomes bolder. his long tongue embraces yours and then delves forward, brushing against your palate, making you shiver in his arms as he explores you deeper and deeper until you begin to suffocate. his sharp claws are barely pressed to your jaw, keeping your face lifted up to him, while his thumbs gently caress your cheek in a circular motion. butterflies in your stomach flutter, and you feel hot. he keeps your jaw cupped in his palms and as his kiss becomes stronger they slide lower to your neck. his long sharp-clawed fingers are wrapped around your fragile neck, whilst his thumbs leisurely caress your adam's apple up and down. his fingers move with the same pace as his tongue in your mouth, it's intoxicating and dangerous, passionate and dark.

alastor parts his lips from you for merely a second for you to take a quick breath in before he covers your lips with his again. he doesn't hasten, he devours you slowly, he's savouring you, enjoying every flavour of you, which he finds in your taste, in your moans, in your trembling, in your touch to his chest.

you are a meal for him he could never get enough of. he gorges on you with the unsatisfied gluttony as a wendigo he is.

←♡ precursor

consequences ♡→

[ominus-potato]

Pssst. Hey you! Wanna read a Marware and SMG34 fanfiction? 👀

SMG3 asks SMG4 out on a date but Mario wants to come too!! So he convinces Mr Puzzles to be his fake date so he can spy on them!! Filled with fluff, crack, feelings and comedy!

And I’m really proud of it so I hope you like it!!

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[shygirl4991]

Chapter 1 First Meeting

Next chapter cover done by @lizaluvsthis Ships: Gunshow, hints of SMG34 Tags: Slow burn, hurt comfort, guns, humor, angst, fluff, first love,

A guard walks by marking off his list of inmates, he stops in front of a sealed door and sighs. He wasn't a fan of this particular inmate, the strange looks he gave him along with the laugh. The constant asking if they could be friends before getting annoyed when he gets rejected, then turning away talking to that creepy dressed rock in his room. Slowly the guard opens the sealed deal, there beyond the bars static could be heard. The guard rolls his eyes as he smacks the bar with his clipboard, the static stops as he hears footsteps. There he looks up staring at the tall television man, his projected eyes swirling “Ah if it isn't my favorite guard, me and Leggy have been talking. While I know you have denied our request for friendship, you will be pleased to hear the offer is still open, come now imagine all we can do together. No longer will you be a guard, you can be something more!” 

The guard glares at him “It’s night, step towards your bed and please make me use the remote. It always brings joy when I can shut your trap up.” Mr Puzzle gives the man a sadistic smile as he walks back, sitting on the bed Mr Puzzles waits as a button is hit causing the bed to launch out rope tying the man down. Once the sealed doors close Mr Puzzles lets out a laugh, he turns his head looking at Leggy. “This is it, Leggy, our plan can begin if my research is correct. And I haven't been wrong before,  our little guns men will be doing his mission with the kids.” Mr Puzzles shakes his body causing his head to get loose, as it slides off his body and lands on the floor Mr Puzzle lets out a small chuckle.  He uses his antennae and connects with the wires under his bed, with a zap he is launched into his TV world. “Don't worry Leggy, I will be back for you,” he walks through the different screens till he finds the one he is looking for. He touches the screen making everything go black, slowly a TV screen springs to life. Slowly a body walks over to the TV and lifts it up, the body then slams the TV on the body the screen flickers projecting Mr Puzzles face. He stretches, feeling the stiffness in his joints due to rust, letting out a sigh as he looks around the room. He slowly walks to a nearby table “An old body but it will do,” he mumbles to himself as he grabs a bottle of vinegar and a box of baking soda. Slowly he put together what he needed to help remove the rust on his joints, he slowly walked outside and waited for his concoction to work its magic. 

He takes out a cigarette as he thinks over his mission. He noticed the man when he learned that he still had connection to his beautiful TV world, using it as an escape from the prison the crew put him in. He couldn't let them know he had a means to escape, after all he didnt need those pests bothering him. They rejected his offer of friendship, therefore he had no reason to fix things with them. He wanted to make them suffer, the nerve they had stopping a man from chasing his dream. Stopping him from making others happy and now from making friends by locking him away. This man was similar to him, a body with so many modifications he became a walking weapon. It caught Mr Puzzle’s attention given it's not a common sight to see those with a body of metal, he watched as the man spied on a small family. Saw how he tricked the idiot plumber in helping him kidnap the kids, only to learn he was the father of the children. The desperation the man had reminded him of how everything started, how he noticed SMG4 losing himself. How he would mumble about creating the perfect video for his viewers, he could relate to those emotions. He made the guardian an offer he knew the man wouldn't deny, the power he had from that deal was truly perfect. Until they blew the whole thing up, he takes a puff of his cigarette feeling his annoyance build. He thinks over Wren, how desperate he was to be number one. The cardboard wanted the secrets of the other guardian, all for more riches. Help reached out to each and everyone of them, the power he felt as all the viewers tuned in to cast their votes still sent shivers down his spine. 

After some time he moves his arms, he smiles feeling his joins move with more ease. He extinguishes the cigarette as he gets up, he steps inside the warehouse to clean off the rest of the rust. Once he is done an explosion is heard, he turns and smirks as he walks towards the burning building. As he walks he uses the nearby television to figure out the man's location, he lets out a giggle when he finds his target broken. Thrown out on the streets along with the Tuesday trash, such a person didnt deserve a fate like that.  The screen in front of Mr Wpnz comes to life catching his attention, he attempts to move his hand only for it to spark for a moment as it dies. He growls at his hand before returning his attention to the TV in front of him. 

“Oh Dear…” a deep voice spoke to him, he looked around trying to figure out who could be talking to him. Mr Puzzle watches, finding it fascinating how the man still had fighting spirit when he looked so defeated “You look like you’ve seen better days.”  Keeping the deep voice he keeps an eye on the man’s face, studying his reactions. Mr Wpnz stops looking around as he settles for staring at the static on the TV in front of him “What's the matter? Cats got your tongue?” Mr Wpnz growls as his body sparks a warning that his body is shutting down, Mr Puzzle grins seeing the reaction “I know all too well what it's like, to be on the cusp of something magnificent…” Mr Puzzles clenches his fist as he remembers how he had five stars to lose it all, how he had the perfect park only to fail  again.  “Only to have it ripped away! Leaving you scarred, broken and alone.”  Mr Puzzles takes in a deep breath as he relaxes his body, seeing the pain in Mr Wpnz face was the opening he was hoping for. “It hurts doesn't it? You know in my darkest hour, I learned the one thing I needed was simply a friend.” 

The TV turns off confusing the man before he hears footsteps approaching him, he turns his head to see Mr Puzzle giving him a huge smile “So what do you say you want to be friends?”  Mr Wpnz looked up at the tall man, he had no way to defend himself, not to mention the group that made him decide to throw him away when they saw how broken he was. His ex wife and kids betrayed him, at this moment he was alone. He didn't mind it after all it meant no one could stop him from doing what he loves, yet killing and stealing lost that special spark. Mr Puzzles bends down picking up his hand waiting for a reply, he looks the man up and down. The dangerous aura he displayed was something he hadn't seen in years, he felt attracted to it. Accepting this friendship is making a deal with the devil, the very thought of it excited him. “Listen not that I hate making pals, I just need to know, what's in it for you?” Mr Puzzles turns to face him, his screen displaying a neutral expression “I did everything alone, chasing my dreams only for a couple of idiots to ruin it. After my last run in, I learned why I always lost, I had no friends. So to answer your question, we both get someone to watch out back as we work together to get payback.”  He screen flickers showing for a split second a psychotic smile before it changes to a soft one. Mr Wpnz chuckles as he struggles to move the hand in the man's hand, Mr Puzzle looks at the hand and shakes it “So i take it you agree to be my friend?” Mr Wpnz nods “Why the fuck not, after all in this state i cant do shit all.” Mr Puzzle walks away for a moment before coming back with a box, he scoops up all of the man's parts and packs them up. 

He holds the box with his right hand, with his free hand he reaches over to Mr Wpnz and lifts him up. The pair walk in silence until they arrive at the warehouse, Mr Puzzle drops the box to gently place Mr Wpnz on the table.  Mr Puzzle then looks at the man's parts, Mr Wpznz sighs “Do you even know how to repair my limbs?” Mr Puzzles lifts up one of his hands and examines it “I can fix up the legs and hands fine, I just don't know how to work on your weapons. Not to mention I'm stuck in this dumpster with barely enough of anything to fix them if I knew.” He snaps his fingers as he walks over to Mr Wpnz giving him a bow “Sorry introductions my friend, im called Mr Puzzles!” Mr Wpnz looks at the man before his eyes notice the name on his new friend's head “Your television says puzzlevision.”  He touches his head before letting out a bitter chuckle “That's the name of my network where all my great shows will broadcast when the time comes!”  Mr Wpnz nods as he watches the other man take out a few tools and start working on his hand, he grunts from the pain as he starts to feel his connection with the limb. Mr Puzzle’s screen flashes a huge smile as he sees the fingers move, he keeps his focus on the man's hand as Mr Wpnz’s looks around “I'm called Mr Wpnz. Since we will be working together, what's your whole deal, fix up body parts often?” Mr Puzzle chuckles, shaking his head as he looks in a drawer for items, he hums taking out spare parts as he checks them for any rust. “When creating my body and other things I picked up a few skills, mind you my talent all lies in creating stories! “

Mr Wpnz gives a skeptical look “Creating stories?” Mr Puzzles finishes tickering with hand, he sits back as the hand starts to walk about before jumping back in its place. He flinches from the pain, seeing that Mr Puzzle’s gets up checking his shoulders “My dream is to be a 5 star creator, I want to entertain the world.” He lets out a sinister chuckle giving Mr Wpnz the answer he was looking for, no way someone that just wants to make tv shows would team up with a living weapon just for friendship. There was something different about this television man, it excited him to know just what hell the two of them would bring.  “Mr Wpnz, am I to assume that your whole deal is violence? I saw how your family treated you, shame when you just wanted to help your children be stronger.” Mr Wpnz stomach dropped at the moment, sadness, anger, regret filled him as he remembers the betrayal of his family.  “How did you know?” he glares at the man, Mr Puzzle gently smacks his shoulder in place “Where there is a television, there is me.” was all he said as he walked over to the box to finish the last remaining limbs.  Mr Wpnz smirks “Since you're such a stalker with all these television eyes, why do you need my help for payback?” Mr Puzzle finishes up his other hand as he stands there in silence for a moment “I learned having eyes everywhere doesn't make you all powerful, I’m not built for in person battles. Learn that the hard way when they locked me away, poor Leggy must be missing me right now.” Mr Wpnz connects his hand taking in the man's words “So you broke out and left a  so-called friend behind? Heh, they  must have been weak.” 

Mr Puzzle slams the table causing Mr Wpnz to quickly turn to the man, Mr puzzle screen flashed a sinister face as he looked at him “DON'T TALK ABOUT LEGGY LIKE THAT!” Mr Wpnz nonchalantly raises his hands “Hey i'm not the one that left this Leggy behind.” Mr Puzzle takes a deep breath before his screen shows his usual smiling face “Leggy is my best friend, we both are currently locked away. My power lets me take over other televisions and I happen to have this spare body.”  Mr Wpnz nods as he connects his legs “Then let's get my body in full order, we need to figure out how to break you and Leggy out so we can begin our plan.” Mr Puzzle nods as he watches the man walk away checking his systems, knowing they need more parts to fully fix the man. Their first plan is to scoop out locations that contain military grade weapons and parts, lucky for them Mr Wpnz knows the best place to look. 

[niranutcake]

❌ “Kill them with kindness“

✅ Confuse them with kindness. Absolutely baffle them. Catch them off guard so bad they stop and seriously question your sanity for a moment. "Are they really this gullible, or just stupid??" Be the small gentle ray of candour that blinds them when looking at your innocent smile. Show them the warmth that never grazed their frigid soul before. There are only two paths for you after that: you're either dead or become the light of their life. Maybe even changing their ways for the better. For both of you.

Be that change.

[indestinatus]

the best advice I ever got about writing was to "treat your audience like they're smart" and it changed everything

[headachecat]

Would love to see your Rook dealing with any jealousy/insecurity about Neve and Lucanis flirting if you believe it would exist. This is my obsession. My MW Rook looks up to Neve almost as much as Bellera does and had been flirting with Lucanis and then realises they are flirting and is like. Well I've got no chance. But is also devastated.

I keep playing in my head my Rook withdrawing and giving them space to be respectful and Lucanis being entirely oblivious and confused and ways it is resolved

There was a way about Neve that made your heart flutter in your chest. For some, it was the insecurity she brought to light with her talk, as if she knew all the secrets your mind was hiding before you were even aware of them yourself. For others, it was the blush she evoked on their cheeks with a confident flirt, fully aware of all her traits and the effect they could have if used properly. But for Rook? Well, for Rook, it was the intrigue of her smart talk, her mind, and all the things she held so much knowledge about.

In the midst of the chaos that spurned around them ever since the collapse of the ritual, there were stolen moments of respite where they exchanged their favourite pieces of information — random facts, obscure history, fragments of thought that felt too precious to waste. Rook found herself captivated, caught between wanting to learn more and marvelling at Neve’s sharp wit and how it made everything feel significant. She could make a passing comment about an old text, an anecdote about an ancient discovery, or even a sharp critique of a flawed argument, and Rook would be left reeling, turning the words over in her mind long after. She could have picked Neve’s brain apart for hours. But there was always something eluding her, something hidden, untouched, unshared – a mystery that lingered just out of reach. Something Rook just couldn’t uncover. Maker knows they flirted here and there, but it all soon faded away with the arrival of newer additions to the party. The camaraderie shifted, new bonds formed, and those playful exchanges became fewer, buried beneath the weight of their shared mission. It wasn’t the first time Rook found herself pushing romance away for the greater cause, and it would probably not be the last. There was always a battle to fight, a crisis to resolve, and a part of her had come to accept that her own desires would always take a backseat to the larger picture. There would be an appropriate time for the right connection, she told herself – maybe after the Gods were dead, when the world wasn’t teetering on the edge of destruction. Such is life, and she never gave it a second thought. Until Lucanis.

It was the small things. The tiny acts of service that Rook held so close and so dear to her heart. The thoughtful notice of her favourite drink, set aside just for her. The breakfast left by her seat at the kitchen table on mornings when she barely had the energy to rise. An extended hand to help her cross a fallen bridge, steady and unwavering. He was always there, always steady and caring, with a quiet kind of affection that spoke louder than words ever could.

So, she cared in return. She cared deeply and truly, as she found herself looking for him whenever time allowed, just to see the corners of his mouth lift in a smile that softened her world. She lingered near while he cooked, not just to watch, but to lend a hand where she could and to help him clean as he worked his way through his recipes. She made sure to give back the love he so willingly poured into others, crafting small moments of her own to show him he mattered. A new edition of his favourite novel hidden under his pillow, for when he couldn’t sleep. A story told just to make him laugh, as he covered his face in amusement. And when she caught the faint glimmer in his eye – a quiet sense of ease, a glimpse of comfort that told her he felt at home with her—her heart swelled.

One afternoon, she felt herself falling for him, as she came by the pantry to collect his empty cups. He greeted her with a soft smile, the kind that warmed her more than she cared to admit, and thanked her for her help as they carried the dishes to the sink. Without a word, as if guided by instinct, Lucanis reached for a piece of bread and a jar of honey from the shelf. His hands moved deftly, spreading the honey and slicing a few pieces of fruit, placing them neatly atop the bread. It wasn’t elaborate, but it was thoughtful.

‘Here,’ he said, offering the plate to her with a gentle tilt of his head. ‘You’ve kept busy today. You should eat something.’

‘I wish I could take you home after all this,’ she joked, resting her hip against the counter with a teasing grin, as she tasted the fruit. ‘Would you consider becoming my personal chef? Although, it would pay less than your current occupation, I suppose.’

Lucanis chuckled faintly, drying his hands on a rag, but his next words came quieter, as if he was speaking more to himself than to her. ‘Letting me take care of you would be enough of a payment.’

The air shifted between them as he looked up, his gaze holding hers for a second longer than usual. His eyes scanned her face, searching – perhaps for her reaction, perhaps for reassurance, or maybe even rejection. His lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to say more, but uncertainty lingered in the silence, holding his next words at bay. For now. That was enough for Rook. She smiled widely, tilting her head with a lighthearted wonderment that softened the tension. There was no need to push, no need to rush. She would wait until the words became clear for him, however long it took. And in the long run, it was the words exchanged between Neve and Lucanis that Rook started to notice first. The soft tease hidden beneath the guise of casual conversation. The laughter that lilted through the air, over-the-shoulder banter exchanged as the two playfully flirted with each other during their travels. It was effortless, natural, and it tickled in a way Rook couldn’t quite name. It was something she and Lucanis had never shared. Something, perhaps, she was waiting for. 

She didn’t worry much; it wasn’t like her. It was more of a quiet, bittersweet acceptance she felt deep within her chest, because how could she fault him? She had fallen under Neve’s spell too, after all. So how could he not?

But the feeling lingered deep inside her. She longed to see him, to talk, to touch. No one had made her feel the quiet yearning, the timeless depth of affection that grew stronger with each shared moment. Rook had always loved deeply, with a steady and enduring strength, and now was no different. There was little to do but make it clear.

The party stepped through the Eluvian, the echoes of their shoes radiating around them in a cacophony of dull, resounding thuds. ‘Where. Are. Lucanis and Darin. When we. Fight. Antaam,’ Rook groaned, dragging herself to the nearest stone column and collapsing against it, her staff clattering to the floor beside her. She could feel every single bone in her body protesting, her muscles aching with exhaustion as though they might simply refuse to carry her any further.

Neve, still catching her breath, let out a soft, relieved laugh. ‘They’re probably at each other’s throats somewhere. Care for me to find them?’ she offered, brushing back a loose strand of hair from her damp forehead. Bellara, looking no less worse than her companions, heaved a sigh as she trudged to the Lighthouse entrance door and pushed it open, leaning heavily against the frame for support. ‘The only relationship I’m interested in tightening right now is the one between my head and the pillow’ she muttered. Rook winced as she straightened herself with great effort, her legs groaning under the weight of her own body. ‘I got it,’ she said, brushing herself off. ‘They are probably in the kitchen. Need to find myself a bite to eat regardless. And some bandages.’ Neve followed closely behind, her tone carrying that unmistakable smirk. ‘And some Lucanis.’

Rook paused, glancing up at her with a weary chuckle. Of course, Neve knew. She always did. There was no use in hiding anything from her – not that Rook ever had much success in trying. ‘If I’m the lucky one, huh?’ she shot back, raising an eyebrow playfully. Neve shrugged, her lips quirking into a knowing smile as she looked down at Rook, her tone light and teasing. ‘Luck is what you make it, Rook!’ she said with a wink before turning and ascending the stairs.

But the mirror claimed the opposite. Rook caught a glimpse of herself as she passed the reflection in the hallway on her way to the courtyard exit. Her hair was tangled and streaked with blood, her face bruised, and her armor scuffed and torn in places, crying out for repair. She made a mental note to drop it off with Harding before heading out again. Maker, she looked disgusting, and definitely most unlucky. The kind of worn-down, battered appearance that would make anyone else wince. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care – not after the day she’d had.

Her feet carried her further through the courtyard, her boots crunching against the gravel. The kitchen loomed ahead, a safe haven she desperately needed. She placed her hand gently against the cool steel door, ready to push it open, but paused, her ears catching the sound of voices drifting from within. She couldn’t make out the words at first, only the soft, muffled rhythm of conversation. The tone was light, familiar. It wasn’t loud enough to be an argument, nor strained enough to be serious. Something about it made her pause, her hand still resting on the door, as if some part of her wasn’t quite yet ready to step inside. 

‘Lamp oil. Everything stank of burnt tentacles for miles after.’ Davrin’s voice sounded relaxed. Amused, even? That alone peaked Rook’s curiosity. She stepped into the kitchen, her shoes making a soft scuff against the worn wooden floor as her eyes adjusted to the dim light inside.

‘Rook!’ The Warden turned towards the entrance, a bottle of wine swaying precariously in his grasp. Lucanis sat beside him, lounging comfortably, a cup nestled in his hands as though it had always belonged there. His usual cautious demeanour seemed to soften under the warm haze of the drink. Rook approached them slowly, her hands settling on her hips with a hint of playful reproach. She couldn’t stop the side smile creeping onto her lips. ‘If the two of you were going to open a bottle, you might have told me first.’

Lucanis looked up at her, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. She could feel a comfortable warmth spilling over her heart, a gentle pull in her chest as she studied his big, brown, yet currently murky eyes. They were soft, unfocused in a way that made her smile, and for a heartbeat, it felt like she was the only one in the room.

‘It’s not a good bottle,’ Davrin’s jest broke the moment, drawing Lucanis’ attention away. The Crow blinked slowly, clearly unfazed, and gestured towards the pantry. ‘Might have to pick up a supply. I have a feeling we’ll need it.’ Rook nodded, the smile lingering on her lips as she turned on her heel, her feet dragging just slightly as she made her way to the shelves. She reached for the first bottle of wine her fingers brushed against, not even bothering to check the label. ‘Is anyone else hungry? Maybe I should cook something?’ Lucanis’ remark made her chuckle under hear breath. Even under the influence, he couldn’t help himself.

Davrin cleared his throat, shifting in his chair and getting comfortable once more. His gaze darted toward her, completely ignoring the question hanging in the air. ‘What about you, Rook? What’s the worst job you’ve ever been on?’

‘You’re familiar with how this whole thing came about, right?’ Rook’s voice was steady as she moved about the kitchen, the sounds of utensils and the clink of ceramic hurting her ears. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her companions were both listening, then turned back to continue her search. It took a minute before she began preparing a plate. ‘Well, after today’s Antaam encounter, I’m not sure that was my worst one anymore,’ she continued, a touch of weariness creeping into her tone. It was a quiet admission, though her hands worked efficiently in preparation. It took a moment longer to finish, but she eventually gathered the plate and made her way back to the corner of the room.

‘Sometimes it’s good to put things into perspective,’ Lucanis spoke up, his voice soft but thoughtful as he swirled the cup in his hands, watching the wine spin and settle within. ‘Especially if it’s funny,’ Davrin added with a chuckle, clearly enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment. He began shifting things around on the table to make space for Rook’s plate. Rook couldn’t help but humour them, her lips curling into a small smile as she set the plate down in front of them. She chuckled along, though her voice held a playful edge. ‘So. My suffering entertains you. Got it.’ 

‘You joining us, then?’ Davrin’s gaze followed her movement with a sudden interest, his eyes flicking over her as if weighing the possibility. His thumb rested against his lips, caressing it in a barely noticeable way. Rook winked at him teasingly in response. 

‘Fine, I’ll cook something if Rook’s staying,’ Lucanis declared suddenly, getting up with surprising speed. He moved forward, standing face to face with Rook, his eyes widening as she extended a smaller plate towards him. He looked down, his brow furrowing slightly as if trying to focus. ‘It’s some cheese and olives. And bread, with olive oil. I heard that’s how you eat it in Treviso,’ she said, her voice quiet and tender. She smiled gently, the warmth in her offer softening further as she added, ‘You mentioned you were hungry.’ 

Lucanis met her eyes, as he reached out to take the plate from her hands. His touch was gentle, and Rook couldn’t help but notice the quiet, polite gratitude in his movements. Her heart began to beat faster. She kept up the eye contact, just to relish the feeling. Maker, he was simply everything.

Lucanis nodded with a whisper, ‘Please, do.’

‘Rook’s story first. Then Lucanis owes me one about this contract on a bronto,’ Davrin said, shifting in his seat, his tone playful, but insistent, drawing their attention back to him once more. Rook raised an eyebrow, and threw him the bottle of wine with a practiced toss. ‘Mierda, that bronto,’ Lucanis muttered as he sat down, dipping a piece of bread into the olive oil with great care. 

The hours passed quickly, as they so often do with drink as company, each sip loosening their tongues and sharpening their tease.The room felt warmer, more comfortable, as the trio moved about, shifting seats and sharing stories. Davrin took a chance to demonstrate the time he had to lift a log by attempting to pick up both Lucanis and Rook at the same time. He breathed out exaggerated grunting noises as he did so, struggling with effort, and the room filled with laughter, carrying their chatter out the window and drawing in curious wisps. When he finally set them back down, the world felt a bit more chaotic, and it was unclear who sat where in the jumble of limbs and shouts. In the end, Rook found herself sharing the two-seater with Lucanis, their proximity natural and expectant, as though they’d fallen into this arrangement a hundred times before.

She could feel Lucanis’ presence closer, the subtle warmth of it pressing against her as she settled into the comfort of the company. The sweetness of the wine clouded her senses, soothing the edges of her fatigue, and she needed it – the reprieve, the breathe it allowed her to take. Somewhere along the line, she’d taken off her covering, unbuckling the straps of her belt and letting the weight of it slide off her shoulders. The casual robes she wore now felt infinitely more comfortable, a sign of surrender to the simple pleasures of the evening. Lucanis observed her in silence, his eyes flickering over the discarded pieces of clothing on the floor, as if they were the most intriguing thing in the world. Resting her tired feet up on the table, she let her body sink into the chair, eyes closing for a moment as she sighed deeply, a soft longing for peace washing over her. Without thinking, she shifted slightly, her head finding its place against Lucanis’ shoulder.

Davrin stretched lazily, lifting his legs to rest them on the table as well. He carefully moved Rook’s feet aside, settling them gently on his lap so as not to disturb her. The gesture was effortless, natural, and somehow just another part of the delicate balance of their shared space, like the room itself had drawn them closer into this small, peaceful circle.

Rook’s gaze almost unconsciously traced Davrin’s chest, up to his neck, and finally to his lips. It was a brief moment, but her thoughts didn’t linger there for long. They drifted instead to Lucanis, to the buttons of his vest, the way the fabric sat perfectly tailored against waist, and how the collar teased the line of his neck. And then, perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was the effortless charisma that always seemed to radiate from Davrin. Perhaps it was the sensation of Lucanis’ hand resting just a little too close to her own, his fingers brushing against her knuckles softly, as though the touch became an extension of the comfort he offered. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the silence itself – the way it stretched between the three of them for just a moment too long, breaking the shackles of Rook’s heart and loosening her tongue. ‘Davrin, what does flirting mean to you?’ she asked. Lucanis lifted his head suddenly, and Rook could feel his gaze tracing the curve of her features. She pulled a strand of hair from her cheek,  giving herself a moment of focus as she tried to steady her pulse, which was now racing beneath her skin.

‘How come?’ Davrin rested his head against his hand, clearly entertained by the turn in the conversation. Rook smiled, her heart skipping a beat, feeling Lucanis’ hand twitch slightly against her own, as though her words had sparked something in him, too. ‘Well,’ she started, ‘you flirt with me, and others, ceaselessly. And since we’ve had our… talk about where we stand, you’ve got me intrigued.’ The words hung between them, half teasing, half serious, as her gaze met Davrin’s. The Warden chuckled with a low sound. He patted her shin affectionately before leaning forward, his eyes gleaming.

’I suppose there’s an element of fun that comes with it. It eases the tension. It brings people closer, instantly.’ He paused, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing something more intimate. ‘But there’s also a certain amount of freedom to it. No promises are made, and yet it brings a promise of something more, if both parties wish it. A bond is made, even if it’s just through, or for, the thrill of the chase.’

‘Something more…’ Rook repeated, her lips curling into a smirk. She turned the cup in her hand  absentmindedly, before taking a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine trickle through her as she thought about his words. 

Davrin’s eyebrow lifted for a brief moment, his gaze shifting as he observed Rook’s position with a quiet, knowing smile. He took in the loose strands of hair cascading over Lucanis’ shoulder, the way her fingers were subtly tensing under the Crow’s instinctive touch, and the way her head had leaned slightly to the side. The scene was unfolding in a way that was hard to ignore.

With a slight shift, Davrin’s hand fell to Rook’s leg with a quiet slap, the motion deliberate but light, as though making a point. ‘I’m not the only one here with a talent,’ he remarked, his voice laced with amusement. His eyes sparkled with a teasing glint. ‘The Crow over there has some interested parties swooning over his tactics.’

Rook corrected herself, sitting up straighter to face Lucanis, who’s eyes widened slightly at the mention. ‘That’s a good way of putting it. Tactics,’ Lucanis said, his voice tinted with hesitation. The Crow let out a short laugh, his hand running up the back of his neck as though trying to smooth over the unease that had settled in.

Rook turned toward him, bending one leg beneath her thigh to face him more directly. There was a small, quiet hesitation before she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, offering him a soft gesture of reassurance. Lucanis closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in her touch, as if savouring the connection. ‘I’m not very… practiced,’ he confessed. ‘All I know about flirting is what the Crows taught me. And perhaps a few serials.’

Rook exchanged quick glances with Davrin, who looked just as intrigued. She leaned in closer, her voice teasing but filled with curiosity as she spoke, ‘Yeah, I’m going to need some details on that.’ The Crow looked up at her, his expression still a bit embarrassed, but also a little resigned to the conversation now.

Davrin took the opportunity to pick up the wine bottle with an exaggerated flourish, and took a few slow sips, his eyes never leaving Lucanis. ‘Flirting is an effective way to gain information. To blend in. To gain someone’s trust. Everything a Crow needs on a job. Naturally, the art of romance is one of the chapters taught to us. I’m no exception.’ Lucanis muttered, drinking from his cup, trying to deflect. Rook shook her head, tilting it in a drunken haze. ‘So it means nothing to you?’

‘I know the talk. I am rather inexperienced in the play itself,’ Lucanis looked at her, as he put his cup down on the table. ‘It’s complicated. There are moments when I catch myself in the act, as if it was an instinct. Years of training will do that to you. My mouth speaks before my mind thinks and I often find myself surprised by my own actions.’

A beat. ‘But the real thing… A real display of one’s affection…’ He held Rook’s gaze. ‘I believe I’m still figuring it out.’

Davrin slapped his thighs, before getting up with vigour,  ‘Right. So the Crow flirts by accident is what I’m hearing.’

Rook blinked, her eyes searching Lucanis’ for a moment. There was a level of peace in his expression, usually overshadowed by the daily struggles they went through. A steady calm in-between the passing storms, unbothered and certain, like never before. Rook could hear Davrin’s footsteps against the stone floor, and a creak of the door. A pretend yawn, before a certain goodnight. She couldn’t be more thankful for his tact in that moment. 

‘Have you done it with me?’ She lowered her tone, as if sharing a secret just between Lucanis and her. The Crow matched the slowly blooming intimacy, his hand running up to his neck again. A chuckle left his throat, echoing against the empty walls of the kitchen. 

‘I think you would know if I had. The Antivan approach can be unmistakably direct,’ he kept up Rook’s gaze like never before. There was nothing except for the two of them anymore. Nothing, but the words shared, no energy wasted.

‘No, I mean the real thing,’ Rook moved closer. She studied Lucanis’ face for any trace of hesitation, anything that could suggest he wished for her to pull back. She was met with a kind smile, as his eyes traced away with his thoughts. 

’Rook… I’m not sure I–‘

‘I wouldn’t mind it.’ His eyes returned to her face, dark and gleaming in the candlelight. Rook could feel herself smirk ever so slightly. ‘In case you’ve ever wondered. Or considered. Me.’ Lucanis’ brow furrowed just a little bit, as he looked down to notice her hand on his own. Rook breathed out, a tinge of nervousness creeping into her mind. How long has she been holding his hand? ‘I care for you, Lucanis. I thought you might… want to know. Forgive me,’ she added, letting go. But then, she froze for just a moment. Her breath caught, and hesitation washed over her, as if the moment had suddenly grown too large to hold. She reached up, her fingers touching Lucanis' chest. Beneath her fingertips, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, each thump clear and reassuring. She observed how the material of his vest bent subtly under her touch, as though it, too, was yielding to her presence, allowing her to close the distance between them.

Lucanis took a slow breath, then another, his chest rising and falling beneath her hand, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her. Rook smiled widely at the simple, intimate sensation. She felt an unexpected flutter in her stomach but before she could let the silence settle too deeply, she felt his hand rise, gentle and certain.

His fingers cupped her palm, holding it lightly just above his heart. Lucanis’ lips parted, as if he was on the verge of saying something. Yet, Rook wasn't certain she could bear the weight of whatever words he was about to offer – perhaps it was too soon, or perhaps it was too much to be said aloud.

Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she closed her eyes, taking a breath to steady herself, and slowly, she let go of his grasp. She rose to her feet, but to her surprise, his hand followed her, his fingers wrapping around her knuckles with his usual tenderness. As he stood up with her, there was no rush, no urgency. ‘I care for you, Rook,’ he said softly. ’Thank you for… this.’ 

She chuckled quietly, squeezing his hand once more before letting go.

‘My pleasure,’ she whispered back, her voice soft and carrying a quiet weight. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, but it shifted, pulled toward the door. With careful steps, she made her way toward the exit, her footsteps muted on the floor, as if the world around her had momentarily paused. As she reached the threshold, she stopped, her fingers brushing against the doorframe, and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes finding Lucanis once again.

He was smiling.

And that was always more than enough.

[afternoondreaming]

No Business Like Show Business (1/?)

It’s no secret that Mr. Puzzles isn’t the most…Creative guy around. So he makes the shrewd business decision to hire you- the screen writer! What could possibly go wrong? [Okay so my secret is that I adore Mr. Puzzles and that he’s my comfort character but I…Really don’t like SMG4 as a whole. Personally I just don’t like the show when the TV ain’t in it. So, forgive me if anything is inaccurate in regards to the world or lore! I’m working off the Wiki here ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡. Either way, this is the first of hopefully many chapters! Lemme know if you want more! Also RIP formatting]

The TV producer sat in his chair, hunched forward with his elbows against his knees as his electronic head rested against his steepled hands. Darkness ensconced him in his eerily quiet office, only the dim light of his own screen and the countless monitors in front of him for any light. His defeat at the hands of the SMG4 crew had been… Humiliating, to say the least. Not only did they beat his screen in, but they had bested him at his own game. What he dedicated his very life to. Television. They had gotten their five stars so much quicker than he did and with seemingly much less effort. There was no possible way the crew had studied more in the realm of film and video than him— he had literally seen everything! From eternal classics to infomercials, Mr. Puzzles could perfectly recall every piece of cinema ever created. And, despite all that work, he still lost.

“No, no use in dwelling on that now.” He muttered to himself, aching for a smoke. “What can I do differently…?” Rising from his chair, he began to pace his office as he wracked his brain. Perhaps branch into Japanese styled game-shows? No, he couldn’t possibly. If his ultimate game-show didn’t work, then zany Japanese game-shows wouldn’t, either. Maybe foreign films? Too niche an audience and it wasn’t as if his Italian endeavor went splendidly. What hadn’t he copied (or rather referenced) yet? There had to be something…!

His frantic patrol of his office stopped short. Maybe… That was the exact problem. He hasn’t made anything new. His knowledge of all things film was encyclopedic, but his creative muscles? Woefully inept. He had always produced everything alone. Scripts? Him. Effects? Also him. Hosting? Who else could possibly do that job? Not as if he would let anybody else take the helm; but if he hired a screen writer… Maybe he could finally write an original enough script to get a five star rating. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You had heard of Puzzlevision before, I mean, who hadn’t? They were a juggernaut of the industry. Pumping out content hand over fist (for better or for worse). Yet, they were an enigma of a company at the same time- nobody ever seemed to have any work connections to them despite all the content they produce. It was the golden ticket of job opportunities. So, just like many of your coworkers, you submitted your résumé to their business address. Never expecting to hear anything back like the many others who tried their hand at it. However, currently, you sat in shock staring at the letter you just opened on your desk. The small TV logo on crisp letterhead, with a whole message to boot.

‘Dear Applicant,

Puzzlevision Studios has reviewed your submitted résumé and would like to thank you for your interest in our company. Given your stated qualifications and past headed projects, we would like to offer to you the title of Screen Writer. If you would like to pursue this opportunity, please visit the studio at the return address during regular business hours.’

Puzzlevision had never even answered applicants before, much less an affirmative response. Surely more talented writers had to have applied? It wasn’t as if you were inept. In fact, you had worked on many successful projects. Leading them through any bumps in the road you might have faced and being well regarded amongst your peers. But, a job at Puzzlevision… It all seemed too good to be true. Your coworker, Tori, rounded your shared cubicle wall to say her good mornings to you as she always did. “Yo!” She chirped, leaning on your shoulder as she looked ahead of you absentmindedly. “What’s got you so star struck? …Oh shit.” Her eyes must have skimmed your letter, given she was now just as shocked as you. “Well look at you! I can say I worked with a big shot before they got big~!”

“Yeah…!” You replied, excitement beginning to replace the shock. Of course you had to take this! You liked your company, sure, but anyone would give for an opportunity like this. “I gotta draft my resignation…! Pack up my cubicle, get my clothes dry cleaned for the interview- oh God I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Chill, chill!” Tori crooned, patting your shoulder gently when she removed herself from it. “No need to panic. That’ll get you nowhere. Just take your PTO today and draft the resignation while you get your things in order. Once you get the gig, we’ll grab a celebratory dinner, ‘kay?”

“Definitely!” You quickly grabbed the things you had just set down to start your day, ready to depart posthaste for all your prepping. “Tell the boss I’m outta here! Text you later!” You bolted back towards the entrance, waving back at Tori as she called out a goodbye. This was going to be a whirlwind.

[good--merits-accumulated]

it's wip wednesday!

The context for this is essentially:

Todd: What even is self-care, really? Approximately everybody around him: Jesus fucking Christ. Would you like us to look after you a little bit Todd: ... Todd: No. What the fuck is wrong with everyone here.

Also this is a fun and EXTREMELY maddening A/P to write because I usually tend to go down the "mature and communicative and pretty sure of their feelings about each other" route, but this Neil and Todd bloomed of their own volition into the two most ridiculously oblivious people my pen has ever met. This particular draft of the fic has two comments on it and both of them are me screaming at Todd to understand the words which are being said to his face.

(Also: this snippet cuts off right before Neil starts calling his car the Neilmobile and refuses to stop.)

[elancie]

Icemav

Maverick and his disturbing Love for puzzles.

When on Mavericks 27th Birthday, Carole gifted him a puzzle, the Flyboys had to take a double look.

The way his eyes sparkled with gratitude and appreciation for her and the blunt happiness visible in his face didn’t go unnoticed by his male friends, who had all gifted him with numerous kinds of alcohol.

Ice tried to give Carole his most subtle sign of confusion, eyebrows raised and hands pointing at the box in Mavericks hand. Blessing the woman for being an intelligent angel, he watched as she ushered Bradley to show Maverick his new plane toy.

Once the man had focused on his nephew, she made her way over to the flyboys, greeting them with warm hugs and loving smiles.

“So…would you explain to us, what exactly makes that puppy puzzle so special?”, Slider was the first to break the confused silence.

Carole laughed and pointed to a cabinet placed next to the TV. “You didn’t know?”, she asked opening the little wooden doors, revealing a whole collection of animal puzzles. The numbers changing between 500 to 2000 pieces.

“Pete is a nerd at heart! He and Nick used to puzzle every evening when they didn’t go out drinking!”, the silent grief in her voice soon turned to a fond tone.

And oh, didn’t that explain so much. Maverick was always the first to solve riddles, making it look as easy as breathing.

If anyone dared to point out the loving gaze in Iceman’s eyes, he simply shot them down with a murdering stare.

He would never let Maverick go, his heart would not forgive him.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Finally finished the cover for SMG4 in Schmicago! Decided to go off of some promotional stuff I saw for Schmigadoon’s second season

Mainly inspired by this photo:

[bitethedevil]

I hate the concept of time. I think we should get rid of it.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: During a routine science mission on a frozen planet, Spock suddenly finds himself in something of a hairy situation. Kirk and the crew scramble to understand the cause of Spock's sudden leporine predicament - before it's too late and the Enterprise is down one first officer (and up one fuzzy mascot). Less crackfic than you might expect, I've been told. Also, as has been suggested on more than one occasion, possibly worth reading just for the chapter titles.

Author: @solomonara

Note from submitter: Crack fic plot concept done unfairly well (seriously this fic is so good)

[ominus-potato]

Part 6 of the Pining Mario Series is out!

The SMG4 crew + Mr Puzzles are on their way to a convention they have been invited to as esteemed guests! But since it's a long journey, the gang decide to stay overnight at a nice hotel!

However, things get interesting when it's revealed that SMG4 and SMG3 changed the room-plan so that Mario and his +1, Mr Puzzles, are actually SHARING!!

Now the Italian has to find a way to get through a night of sleeping directly next to his crush. Perhaps this could be his chance to get one step closer to dating the man?

~~~~~~~~~~~

It took a while but it’s finally out!! This is the longest story I’ve ever written so I really hope you enjoy it! It’s my favourite part of the series too so expect good drama!!

[gachawolfiebloom]

Love Malfunction

Chapter 1: Anything But Love

Summary: Love is in the air as the Mushroom Kingdom is celebrating Valentine's Day, except for a certain someone. Mr Puzzles has hated the holiday ever since he can remember, seeing how nobody loved him his whole life. That is until he unexpectedly runs into his loathsome enemy, Mario. After the encounter with the stupid plumber, things only get worse for the television as he starts hacking up flower petals, pink ooze drips from his screen, and for some reason these symptoms worsen anytime the TV man gets around the red Italian. Now the both of them must fix this before their days of romance turn into disaster.

It was that time of the year when love and romance was flying around. The time where couples got together for that special day and gifts were bought for exchanging to a very special person. Anyone could be the special person in this scenario: Melony and her sadly departed Axol, Smg3 and his secret crush on Smg4, and even Mario with his one true love—spaghetti. The only one who could never be that special someone was Mr Puzzles. The dastardly villain with a TV head who had used the crew for his own twisted schemes, grown out of only one thing: hatred of his past. This holiday was certainly no exception. He was forced to go out on the streets and grimace at the tender kisses. Groveling in disgust of all the sweet chocolate hearts and colorful flowers being handed out.

A green heart monitor line graced his screen as Mr Puzzles put a hand up to his face. "Ugh! Gross! How can these brainless peas possibly drool over these cheap gestures!? All this talk about love and affection!" He began mimicking the townsfolk, putting on fake smiles and dancing around.

"Ohhhhh I loovveee yoouuu!"

"I wouldddd neevverrr leave yoouuuu!"

"I care much more about you than some stupid TV THAT ONLY WANTED TO BRING ENTERTAINMENT TO THE WORLD! WE DESERVE ALL THIS LOVE MUCH MORE THAN HIM! NOBODY LOVES HIM!"

A blinding anger settled over him as those hyper realistic eyes broke free and Mr Puzzles stomped his foot down hard. He clutched his chest, breathing rapidly as the television fell into dismay. "I don't understand...I've changed haven't I? Even when I learn my lesson, this feeling just won't go away."

Not one person, not even his parents loved him. Only...Leggy. Mr Puzzles missed her tremendously, but after that whole Puzzle Park ordeal, he knew that he had to let her go. Mr Puzzles took a deep breath to steady himself and thought about how Meggy was doing. He placed a curious finger on his screen and tapped in a rhythmic fashion. "Perhaps I could do a quick check, just to make sure she's okay of course."

Before he set off, Mr Puzzles watched as Frankie was holding a giant heart out in the middle of the street, declaring "III LOOVVVEEE YOUUUUU!" and then got hit by a car. Puzzles rolled his eyes while muttering "And get away from these idiots..."

~

Mario happily knocked at Smg4's door with a dopey smile like always. "ESSMMMGGG44444!" He was certainly excited for the blue eyed man to answer as he had a collection of card, board, and video games that he couldn't wait to share. A few seconds in and Four opened the door, but he wasn't wearing his usual overalls. He was wearing his spy suit from WOTFI 2023. It made the clueless plumber question what was so important for his best friend to be so nicely dressed, but he shrugged it off. "Oh, hi Mario! Is something wrong?" The red Italian didn't answer his question as he just shoved the games in his face and cheered "Let's hang! Mario got's lots of things he wants to play today!"

He tugged at Four's hand, begging him to go to the game room, but he just grimaced and awkwardly replied "Oooo, sorry Mario...but I'm on a very important date right now!" He leaned in seductively and whispered into the Italian's ear "(and I can't keep her waiting.)" Mario looked over his shoulder to see a cruddy drawing of a girl on Four's computer screen. It was so ugly that it made him revolt in disgust, especially since he couldn't imagine Smg4 dating someone other than a certain bearded man. Mario began wailing and rolling on the ground, crying "Waahhhhh you never want to do anything with Mario!"

"It's not that...I just-"

Four had trouble finding the right thing to say for consolation until the crybaby plumber spoke up again. "Mario doesn't want his single a** to be stuck alone on Valentine's Day!"

"Why do you think I have my date scheduled today?" Four unimpressively replied as sometimes he wondered what made Mario so dumb to miss the obvious. "Besides, don't you have your spaghetti?" The mention of his favorite food made him perk up instantly, pulling a plate out and stroking it weirdly. "Oh mi amore...how could Mario forget his one true love?" Four rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone off his desk. "Well anyway, I've got to get going. Good luck with your...girlfriend or whatever." He grabbed his computer girlfriend and strolled out the door as Mario sat there, oddly thinking to himself for once.

"Es-mg-4 is right! Mario can't be stuck here like some whiny bich! Mario's going to find himself a girlfriend!" The plumber stood up confidently when he noticed the plate of spaghetti sitting there sadly. Mario expressed similar feelings as he cradled the plate of pasta and whispered "Don't-a cry. Mario will see you tonight." He stuffed it back down his pants, which was incredibly disgusting, and set off to find himself a date.

~

Mr Puzzles hid behind the wooden beam to the entrance of the Showgrounds, not wanting to attract attention (for once) as he didn't wish to spend the day being hunted down by the crew. He poked his head out and scanned the area for the orange haired girl. "Alright, this shouldn't be too hard." He pulled out some binoculars and scanned the property, finding many of the crew members outside. None of them were the particular one he wanted as it was just Bob running away from the cops with his TOTALLY legal plants, Wario riding on a suffering Yoshi with a big bag of coins he stole, and Egad trying out his new invention, the cloning hairgrowing ray. Mr Puzzles slowly lowered the binoculars with a displeased expression, face slapping himself for ever thinking these dimbulbs could be of any use to him.

He was about to give up and head back home when he heard an encouraging voice shout "That's it Tari! Don't give up!" Instantly, Mr Puzzles screen changed to exhilaration as he spun around and saw in the distance Meggy giving a coaching lesson to Tari. "Just remember to be assertive!" Even though he couldn't talk to her, Mr Puzzles was still thrilled that Meggy was safe and alive in the physical sense. She had actually done really well from recovering as that was enough to convince Mr Puzzles he hadn't completely lost everything.

"Ah wonderful! With my satisfactory check in of dear Meggy, I'd say my work here is done." He was about to happily strode off when he heard another voice. An annoying voice that sung "La la la la la!" Mr Puzzles didn't have to be an Einstein to know who that was. "Oh no..." This time he turned dramatically slow as he didn't want to be right. Alas, it was. Mario.

That stupid fat Italian was going around, peaking in trees and bushes, calling out "Ladies! Come on out girlies! Your sexy hero has arrived!" Mr Puzzles quickly dove into a bush besides the pole and poked out, asking "That idiot is looking for a date? Pfff like anyone would ever date that guy." Out of everyone Mr Puzzles had ever met, he could easily tell the only exception to him being the only unlovable person was that downright moronic enemy of his.

While caught up in his intensive thinking, Mr Puzzles soon noticed Mario shooting a glance his way and he quickly ducked down into the bush. "If he sees me, he'll never let me live it down. I've got to get out of here!" He began crawling away, but was met with two big feet. Mr Puzzles froze in terror as he gulped and forced himself to look up. He was now face to face with the fat Italian himself. He braced himself for his fate, but surprisingly, Mario just kept looking at him with those crossed blue eyes. After moments of silence, he finally waved and said "Hello TV guy!"

Mr Puzzles didn't know how to respond to that so he just gave a small wave back. "Uh...hi?" Mario then weirdly tried making friendly conversation as he said "What brings you back to the Showgrounds?" The television just raised an eyebrow in confusion. Did he seriously forget everything Mr Puzzles did to him a few months ago? "Just checking on a friend..." He gestured towards Meggy as the Italian let out a long "Ohhhhhhhh." Guess he didn't forget.

"Well why didn't you say so!?" He held his hand out to Puzzles, making him flinch backwards, but then realized he was just offering to help him up. His confusion began turning to suspicion as he gently grabbed Mario's hand and let the plumber pull him up. Mr Puzzles dusted his clothes off as he muttered "Um...thanks I guess?" The two stood there, trying to avoid eye contact for a while until the television pointed towards the exit and said "I should really be going now..."

Mario happily nodded and gave a thumbs up. "Okie dokie!" Puzzles was about to take off when he noticed the cheery attitude of Mario and slanted his eyes. "Alone..."

"Okie!"

Fury boiled up in Mr Puzzles as it tore him to bits that he couldn't figure out what game Mario was playing with him. Finally, he spat out "What is your problem!? After everything I've done to you and your friends, all you have to say is oKAy!? I don't understand! Why are you being...so nice to me?" His anger died down as Puzzles felt ashamed of himself for being treated as anything more than some piece of lowdown scum. Mario shrugged and said "I dunno."

The TV man sighed sadly and took out his emotions by kicked a tiny pebble in the dirt. Then he sat down on the path and mumbled "Why would I expect you to understand? You're just an idiot. You don't know what it's like to be cast out by society." Mario's derpy face died down as genuine concern took over. Carefully, he walked over next to Mr Puzzles and sat down next to him, asking "But TV man said he learned his lesson. That he was going to search for a new path."

"Oh believe me Mario I did try." Digital tears formed in Puzzles eyes as he made a wide variety of hand gestures in the most cheeriest way he could. "I tried everything from paining to owning a puppy. Oh what fun adventures I went on. I actually believed I could finally be happy for once in my life. But that was just a stupid dream. And seeing all these couples everywhere has made me realize..." The Italian listened intently with great worry on his face.

"My parents are right. Nobody loves me. Nobody ever will."

He sobbed a little and covered his face with his hands as Mario heard the wrenchful sounds coming from his enemy. The Italian gave him a side hug and whispered "Oh fratellino...don't-a cry." Mr Puzzles' face went warm when he felt the embrace, quickly pulling away and standing up. "E-Excuse you! I never cry!" He wiped his tears as fast as he could and changed the subject. "Besides, don't you have a date to find?"

That had completely slipped the plumber's small mind as the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was the well being of this poor, forsaken TV man. But there wasn't much he could do. Mario kept staring downcast at the ground when that's when he saw it. One lonely rose growing out of the ground. Its petals were a dark red with a hint of pink and sharp thorns covered its roots. That didn't stop the idiot from making Mr Puzzles feel better as he grabbed the flower and pulled it out of the ground. Puzzles kept crossing his arms when a raised flower caught his eyes and he saw the gracious Italian offering it with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Mario wants to make you feel better."

A heart monitor line with the most vibrant shade of red went through his screen. His fingers twitched when he felt them rub up against Mario's. His grip on the flower was decent, holding it up near his chest as he was speechless. The Italian just kept staring at him with high hopes. After another period of silence, Mr Puzzles uttered "Why this might be the most...HORRIBLE, PUTRID, MOST POORLY CHOSEN THING YOU'VE EVER DONE!" Mario gasped as Puzzles told him off the best way he could while burying his emotions. "AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOU OR YOU'RE SICK FRIENDS AGAIN!" He was about to throw the flower on the ground and stomp it out when Mario closed his eyes in preparation. Mr Puzzles hesitated. He couldn't bring himself to destroy such a gesture.

He groaned, grasping his TV box in annoyance for the never ending headache Mario made him feel. He stuck it in his vest pocket as he scolded "Forget it! This flower doesn't deserve to be put out of its misery." The Italian opened his eyes again, squealing in adoration as he leaned on Mr Puzzles and teased "Awww TV man does have feelings~"

"NO I DON'T! I am cold blooded and I never have any feelings of love or care whatsoever! Least of all feelings for you! So why don't you just leave me alone already!" He stomped off in outrage as Mario cheekily waved and replied "Bye bye TV guy! Mario hopes he helped!" Little did Mario know, he had caused a severe chain of events that were now caught between him and Mr Puzzles.

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Mr Puzzles slammed the door to his lowdown home in rage, complaining non stop. "THAT STUPID, ANNOYING, PESKY ITALIAN! DOESN'T HE KNOW HOW TO TAKE 'NO' FOR AN ANSWER!? I HATE HIM! I HATE HIS STUPID FACE! I HATE HIS STUPID JOKES! I HATE HIS STUPIDITY! I HATE-" He looked down at the thorny flower, taking it out of his pocket and observing it. "I hate this flower. Nothing but a display of pity." He clutched it hard in his grasp. Though he was angry, something was preventing him from destroying the rose.

"Why should I act this way for him? He's done nothing for me. I've done nothing for him. We're just...too different to get along." A wave of sadness overcame him as Puzzles said nothing and set the rose on his halfway destroyed table. This was all too much for him. He just wanted some sleep. Mr Puzzles trudged up to his discount bed and laid on the mattress, glancing up at the ceiling. When that didn't make him comfortable, he grunted and turned on his side.

"I hate him..."

As his eyes slowly drifted to sleep and his screen flickered off, the house fell into an unprecedented silence. The only thing that stirred was a small rose, now glowing a bright red shade that lit up the room.

Author's Note: I had just finished this chapter when I saw the new episode of SMG4 and I had to write it into the script. I hope you like this story so far because Mr Puzzles will not be having a good one in the next chapter.