#flicker classic mode

[liquidsneaker]

classic mode sillies :3 (this is also old art but i love them and the classic mode characters need more recognition)

[flickercreatures]

this one isnt an ask i just wanted to draw her

this is peak character design i love her dumb stupid shirt that isnt practical at all

[peckforlovingheck]

I think Christy and Marie deserve to kiss. You agree.

[natswife-marvelicious]

Ghosts, Goblins and Growing Closer

Plot: During Tony Stark’s extravagant Halloween party, you and Natasha share playful banter and subtle flirtation. The spooky atmosphere brings you closer, leading to a sweet, intimate moment where you both realize your growing feelings for each other.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,3k

Masterlist

The Avengers Tower was buzzing with excitement, decked out in orange and black for Tony Stark's infamous Halloween party. Cobwebs lined the ceiling, jack-o’-lanterns flickered from every corner, and ghostly decorations floated above the crowd. Tony had truly outdone himself this time, with a towering haunted house in the corner of the common area and a fog machine making the place feel like a spooky dream.

You walked through the sea of costumes, feeling the festive atmosphere. Everyone was in full party mode, Steve Rogers was dressed as a classic 1940s soldier, which earned a few chuckles, Thor sported a Viking costume, much to everyone’s amusement, and Tony? Well, Tony was, of course, dressed as himself. It was his party, after all.

The one person you were most excited to see, though, was Natasha Romanoff. You hadn’t had the chance to spot her yet, and there was an anticipation in your stomach as you searched the room. You knew she would look incredible, no matter what costume she chose, and the idea of spending Halloween night by her side had been your focus all week.

After a few minutes of wandering through the party, you finally saw her. Natasha stood by the bar, leaning against the counter in an all-black assassin outfit with sleek leather pants and a fitted top that hugged her figure. A playful black mask rested on her face, accentuating her mischievous smile. She looked drop-dead gorgeous, and your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked.

“Hey, you,” she said, walking over with that signature swagger that left you feeling weak in the knees. “Nice costume.”

You looked down at your own getup. You had gone with something simple, an easy superhero-inspired costume, but the way Natasha’s gaze lingered made you feel like you were the only one in the room. “I could say the same thing. You look amazing.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “What, no tricks or treats for me?”

You grinned, stepping closer. “That depends. Do you deserve a trick or a treat?”

Natasha leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with playful amusement. “I’ll take my chances with the treat.”

Before you could respond, the room erupted in laughter as Tony announced the costume contest over the speakers. The Avengers gathered near the stage, some eagerly ready to show off their costumes. You found yourself standing next to Natasha, who glanced at you with a knowing look.

“Should we enter the contest?” she asked, tilting her head as if daring you.

“I don’t think we’d stand a chance against Thor’s Viking costume,” you joked, nodding in the god’s direction.

Natasha laughed softly. “True, but we’d definitely win ‘Best Duo’.”

Your heart fluttered at the idea of being a duo with her, even if it was just for the contest. Before you could think too much into it, Natasha gently grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the stage. She waved off the contest, dragging you toward the quieter side of the room, away from the loud music and flashing lights.

“I thought we were entering the contest,” you teased as you followed her lead.

She shrugged with a sly grin. “Changed my mind. Besides, I’d rather spend the night enjoying the party with you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. This was what you loved most about Natasha—her ability to make even the most extravagant parties feel intimate and personal. The rest of the room melted away as you found yourselves in a cozy corner, watching the others dance and mingle.

Nearby, Sam was challenging Bucky to a pumpkin carving contest, and Steve watched in amusement, his arms crossed as he shook his head at their friendly banter. Wanda and Vision were mingling near the snack table, sharing a laugh as they tried out Tony’s over-the-top Halloween-themed treats. It was a lively night, but with Natasha beside you, everything felt a little warmer, a little brighter.

Natasha turned toward you, her gaze softening as the noise of the party faded into the background. “You know, this is the first Halloween I’ve actually celebrated in… well, a long time.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. “Not even as a kid?”

She shook her head. “Not many trick-or-treating opportunities when you’re raised in the Red Room.”

The weight of her words settled between you, and you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this moment. Natasha had been through so much, and yet here she was, standing next to you, making the best of a night filled with silly costumes and haunted house decorations.

“Well, I’m glad we’re making up for lost time,” you said softly, reaching out to take her hand.

Natasha’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, something deeper than the playful banter that had filled the night so far. She laced her fingers with yours, her grip firm yet gentle. “Yeah, me too.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the proximity and the unspoken connection between you. It was as if the party continued on without you, a blur of laughter and music while the world narrowed to just you and her.

“I’m not much for big parties,” she admitted after a while, her voice quiet yet sincere. “But I’m glad I came to this one.”

“Because of the company?” you asked, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice.

Natasha smirked, but her eyes were soft. “Maybe.”

Just as you were about to respond, Tony’s voice boomed across the room once again, calling everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! Gather around for the haunted house tour! Who’s ready to get spooked?"

The crowd cheered, and you saw Thor raise his hammer, clearly ready for the challenge. You turned to Natasha with a grin. “What do you say? Want to check it out?”

Natasha looked skeptical, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. “You know I don’t scare easily, right?”

“Yeah, but you haven’t been through one of Tony’s haunted houses yet,” you quipped, tugging her toward the entrance.

The haunted house was exactly what you’d expect from Tony Stark: over-the-top, high-tech, and filled with more jump scares than necessary. As you navigated through the dark corridors, fog swirling around your feet, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Natasha, true to her word, didn’t flinch once, though she did smirk at your startled reactions a few times.

At one point, you found yourselves in a narrow hallway, the only light coming from flickering candles mounted on the walls. Natasha stepped closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, and despite the eerie atmosphere, you felt nothing but warmth.

“This is ridiculous,” she whispered, though there was amusement in her voice.

“Completely,” you agreed, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of being in this moment with her.

As the haunted house came to an end, you emerged back into the brightly lit common area, where the party had picked up once again. Tony was handing out awards for the costume contest, and the music had resumed, filling the space with a lively beat.

Natasha turned to you, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Alright, I’ll admit, that was kind of fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

Before you could say more, Natasha stepped closer, her hand finding yours once again. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the music.

You squeezed her hand, feeling your heart swell with affection. “Anytime, Natasha.”

She smiled, and for a brief moment, the noise of the party faded into the background once again. It was just the two of you, standing side by side, sharing a quiet moment in the midst of the chaos.

As the night wore on and the party continued, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this strange, wonderful Halloween. It wasn’t the costumes or the decorations that made it special, it was Natasha and the way she made every moment feel like it was just for the two of you.

With a final glance at the lively crowd around you, Natasha leaned in close and whispered in your ear, “Happy Halloween.”

You smiled, your heart full, and whispered back, “Happy Halloween, Natasha.”

And as the night unfolded, you knew this was a Halloween you’d never forget.

[swann-song]

daydreaming - part one

summary: a bored librarian has a crush on the cow prince, pierre chavanges. pining and daydreaming about an unreciprocated crush that doesn’t even know she exists.

pierre hasn’t been sleeping, it’s made him even more irritable than usual which isn’t safe for anyone. he had tried the herbal teas, sleep hypnosis videos, counting sheep and now he’s in the library. since he has all the extra time he might as well. he fished out his library card from him teenage years from the back of a drawer, hoping it’s still valid.

the library in droyes was an old building with new shelving, it has awkward opening hours and a nice smell. pierre hadn’t visited in years and took his time strolling through the shelves as the afternoon light filtered in. a russian classic, perfect. nothing could be more sleep inducing. he took his book to the front desk and waited in line, he lifted his head from the book synopsis when he heard your voice.

you were arguing with a pimply teenage boy with a pile of books on the desk. looking up at him from your chair, brows scrunching. you had a frown on your face in an attempt to look intimidating but pierre thought it looked more like a pout. "bring back the other 20 and then you can take these" you snatched the books from the boy, putting them on your trolley, he was about to try again and you snapped, "i should be charging you for all the over drafts, stop pushing your luck" a finger in his face as he sulked out the door. "fucking nerd" pierre heard you mutter under your breath.

*

and then all the sudden, pierre chavanges was in front of you. of all the days, all the times, he decided to visit the library in time to witness you yell at some kid. you had known pierre your whole life, he’s somewhat a local celebrity, with his own nickname and everything, the cow prince. the young farmer had a reputation for being well, great at farming. his herd was the best and happiest, he was responsible, kept to himself and the mysterious air he had made him the perfect subject for speculation, rumours and in your case fantasies. you liked the way he carried himself, the definition in his body. pierre was known to be very knowledgable, strong and a man good at his job is always something you appreciated. the pretty face also helps. his baby blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. he never brushes his hair, even now he looks like he rolled out of bed, but you still like the way it fell around his face, the longer strands have a slight curl to them.

his blue eyes landed on your face as he placed his book on the desk, your eyes rested on his hands with his long fingers more than necessary or polite. you suddenly became hyper aware of how messy your hair is, today you skipped your makeup, are wearing the same sweater as yesterday and still have a scowl on your face. you entered customer service mode to stop yourself spiralling. pierre gave you a soft smile as he handed you his card, "sorry about that" you said just to say something. pierre smiled again, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. now looking at his library card, you paused, it’s ancient. you told him you are going to take a minute to update his card, he told you he’s in no rush and you tried to calm down enough to remember what to do. pierre's eyes bore into you as you tried to concentrate on the screen, you wanted to fix the hair strands around your face, but doing so would let him know you’d care and you felt mortified.

*

pierre knew you, he just couldn’t place from where. he was sure he’d seen you in the sea of parties, weddings and anniversaries. he has this image of you in his mind, off to the corner, talking to your friends, a flicker of your eyes on him as he walks by. you had big, expressive eyes and soft lips, slightly open as you read the screen. why can’t he remember your name, your hair bouncing as you run past him. now he’s closer to you, he recognises that crisp, fresh perfume and knows he’s walked into a room that you’d been in and looked around for you.

"are you julian’s sister?" he asks you as you work. your eyes turn at him like he’s gone crazy, you lips slid into a smile, holding out your hand and introduce yourself. pierre takes it and apologises, introducing himself as well. "i know" you chuckle. your hands are soft and delicate in his, your manicured nail slightly gracing the back of his hand. he steps back and apologises again. he feels his cheeks flush a little, he’s relieved your turning your back on him to laminate his card, he watched your hands work and notes how pin straight your posture is, taking in the lines of your body. you turn around with a professional smile and hand him his things, he turns, rushing to the door. "bye pierre" he hears your twinkling voice, your hand in the air and waves a hand goodbye to you as he opens the door.

daydreaming masterlist

[emma23]

Smoke and mirrors:

Jonathan levy x reader

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You stretch lazily on the couch, flipping absentmindedly through a magazine while the soft murmur of classical music plays in the background. Jonathan is at his desk, tapping away at his laptop with a focused expression that only deepens the furrow in his brow. The dim lighting in the room gives everything a soft, golden glow, and for a moment, you feel a sense of calm that is rare when Jonathan is in his work mode. He’s always thinking, always analyzing, but tonight he seems particularly quiet, too quiet.

Something feels… off.

You glance over at him again. His fingers fly across the keyboard, but there’s something missing. The familiar scent of his cigarette isn’t wafting through the room, and that’s when it hits you.

“Hey,” you call out, interrupting the silence.

Jonathan pauses, his eyes flickering towards you with a questioning look. “Hmm?”

“You stopped smoking?”

He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head as he lets out a soft groan. “What gave it away?” he says with a dry smirk, his voice teasing.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. You always light up when you’re stressed or working late. It’s practically your signature move.”

He shrugs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “I told you I'd quit if you kept my hands and lips busy.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you burst out laughing. “Excuse me?”

Jonathan’s smirk grows, and he stands up, slowly making his way over to you. “I’m serious,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that deep, rich tone that always makes your heart skip a beat. “I’m true to my word, love. You keep me occupied… and I don’t need the cigarettes anymore.”

You tilt your head, feigning suspicion. “So, this is all my fault, is it? Your sudden health kick?”

He leans down, placing one hand on the back of the couch and the other on your thigh, his eyes darkening with mischief. “You could say that.”

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours, soft but insistent, pulling you into a kiss that quickly deepens as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands slide down your body, his touch igniting every nerve as he shifts his weight to press you into the cushions.

You break the kiss for just a moment, breathless and laughing. “You really quit smoking for this?”

Jonathan grins, his eyes gleaming with playful affection. “Why smoke when I have something far more addictive?” His lips find your neck, and your laughter quickly turns into a soft moan as he nibbles along your skin, making you melt beneath him.

“You’re ridiculous,” you manage to gasp, though your hands are busy tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours.

“I’m committed,” he counters, his hands slipping under your shirt, his touch teasing and slow. “You made a promise too, remember?”

“Did I?” you tease, your fingers threading through his hair as you tug him back down for another kiss. His lips are hot against yours, and soon enough, any pretense of conversation is lost in the heat of the moment as the two of you get tangled up in the sheets.

Later, when the room has quieted down again, and you’re both lying in a comfortable, lazy heap, you run your fingers through Jonathan’s hair absentmindedly. His head is resting on your chest, and for the first time all evening, he seems completely at peace.

“You know,” you say, your voice soft but teasing, “if I had known this was all it took to get you to stop smoking, I would’ve done this ages ago.”

Jonathan chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Well, consider me a reformed man. All thanks to your… commitment to the cause.”

You smirk, lifting an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what this is now? A noble cause?”

He tilts his head up to look at you, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Absolutely. You’re my favorite bad habit.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he says, with a cheeky grin, “you’re still here.”

You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him off of you. “Yeah, yeah. Go get some sleep before you start philosophizing about this too.”

He stands, stretching with a grin, and starts to head towards the bathroom when he pauses and looks back at you, the smirk still on his face.

“You’re gonna regret saying that when I give a lecture tomorrow about how quitting smoking is basically the same as resisting temptation in life.”

You throw a pillow at him, laughing. “Oh my god, Jonathan, don’t you dare!”

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 next: Part 5

(no Wayne POV this time sorry!)

When Eddie finally lifts his head up, he’s still on the kitchen floor and everything’s too dark except for the floating ash and vines. It’s a little hard to see clearly when his eyes have tears coming out of them.

Something bumps against his arm. He glances over to see Will sitting next to him, carefully eating soup right out of the can with a spoon. Eddie hopes that spoon got washed.

He watches as Will dips the spoon into the van, stirs it, blows a few nearby ash away, brings the spoon to his mouth and carefully slurps it as if it’s hot. Eddie almost believes that maybe Will did find some way to heat it up while he was silently crying to himself like a baby. But there’s no steam coming off it.

“Why you’re doing that?” He asks without thinking. His voice is raspy as he speak.

Will nearly startles. “Do what?”

“That.” Eddie nods at the can. “Pretending like it’s hot.”

Will makes an ‘oh’ sound and looks away, seemingly embarrassed. “It’s just how I eat soup sometimes…” Then he looks up with a neutral expression. “It’s not that bad. Cold soup, I mean. I think it’s gross when the chicken just, you know, sits around like mush.”

“Hm.” is all Eddie can say.

“You can finish mine.”

“Nah.”

“Are you okay?”

Eddie breathes in and out slowly, but ends up coughing. The air here is starting to taste weird at the back of his tongue. “Yeah, I guess.” He clears his throat. “I mean, I’m sorry you had to…” he gestures to himself.

“It’s okay.” Will looks down at his half-eaten soup again. “My mom has those moments sometimes. Mostly because my dad yells at her. I found it better to sit next to her instead of in my room.”

Eddie has known this kid for probably half a day, but he is already willing to die for him.

Speaking of days…

“What time is it here?”

Will blinks. Then he shrugs. “I don’t really know. The clocks don’t work at all. But we’ve heard people getting up so… early morning? Maybe eight?”

Wayne should either be home soon or is already sleeping here.

Eddie snorts, “Okay, power and time are fu- completely useless. Typical of the Vale of Shadows.” He shakes his head dramatically, tsk-tsking. It makes him feel better somehow. Maybe because it makes Will laugh a bit or that Will clearly knows D&D.

Then he nearly jolts up with a sudden realization. Will Byers knows D&D. Not only that it almost makes him squeal in glee, it also makes the wheels in his brain turn into Dungeon Master mode.

And when he’s on Dungeon Master mode, it helps him think ten times better.

Because what the hell, he’s in an alternate dimension with a missing kid and a monster. That’s like prime campaign material!

“Eddie?” Will cuts in just before his thoughts start to make sense.

“Wait, wait. Shush now, Little Byers. Actually, no. You may now speak.” Eddie gets up and starts pacing around, barely mindful of the vines so he doesn’t trip over.

“Uh, what?” Will tilts his head in confusion.

Eddie stands tall before him yet keeps his gaze even as he starts, “Little Byers the Vanished, you have wandered into the domain you identified as the Vale of Shadows. Is that correct?”

Will’s eyes briefly flicker to one side. He nods slowly.

“Declare your arrival to the Vale of Shadows.”

“Uh… I was biking home from my friend Mike’s place. Then the demogorgon appeared in the road…” His breath shudders but Eddie gestures him to continue, “I fell off and I ran. Went to my shed to shoot it but it got me, well, here.”

Eddie grabs his heart with his classic dramatic flair, though he doesn’t fall to the ground. “Oh, a Nat 1 capture by a local monstrosity! But alas, it seems our fates has been mirrored. Now, together as allies of demonic capture,” he kneels down with outstretched arms and his hushed tone, “we must think not just of our escape, but of our survival.”

Will only nods for two seconds before laughter bursts out of his lips. When he catches his breath, he says, “Sorry! I just- I mean it’s really cool that you’re a DM but it’s kind of-”

“Stupid? Dramatic? Very mood fitting?”

Will snickers before asking, “But what are you saying?”

Eddie dramatically gasps before spreading his arms, “Little Byers! Wisdom check!”

He blinks before he seems to register Eddie’s message and looks around the kitchen. “Uh, this is a kitchen…” Eddie waits until Will looks down at the can of soup still in his hand. The boy’s eyes flicker to the rest Eddie had taken out and they brighten. “There’s still edible food! We can take the cans with us! And- and-”

He looks around almost feverishly until he points at a knife rack. “Take the knives as self-defense weapons!”

Eddie doesn’t stop himself from hugging the kid, squeezing him tight and almost throwing him around in a spin. “Little Byers, you genius! That’s a Nat 20!”

Will shrieks with laughter. Oh to be young and innocent. “No, it’s not! It’s more of a 12 in my party!”

“Nope, that’s a 20!”

After their little celebration, Eddie sets to shoving half of the cans in Will’s backpack. Some of it chicken soup, some beans and vegetables. He also checked for the hard foods like granola bars but they were too covered in vines to be pulled out.

The whole time, Eddie feels some hope in his chest.

Just as Will zips up his backpack, Eddie clears his dry throat again and remembers another vital thing. “Shit, what about water?”

Will stops and shakes his head. “Taps don’t work either. Only weird sludge comes out.”

“Have you drank that?”

He gets another judgemental look in return.

“Alright, fair enough.” Eddie observes the cabinets again, biting his lip. “I reckon some folks in this lovely town have stocks of bottled water. At least some drinks that aren’t weird sludge.”

“Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that exists. We don’t have any in my house, but I know Mike’s place has some!”

Great, they’re not going to die of thirst. Unless they die of something else. Eddie shoves that thought away, trying to remember anything else. “Is there anything-”

A grossly familiar sound interrupts them outside.

It’s a growl. Loud and close.

In their frozen state, Eddie stares at Will, both of them sharing wide eyes. Before Eddie even mouths a question, Will nods fast, terror-stricken.

The growling continues. Crunching of dead leaves. Claws dragging across metal and wood.

Shit shit shit shit shit

Eddie can’t think straight at any high-stake scenario. Hell, he can’t even do any of Ms. Click’s pop quizzes. But Will is urgently tugging him up, forcing him to get up and move move.

It’s only by a miracle that Eddie even thinks to grab one of the kitchen knives as a weapon. It’s cheap and hilariously short when Wayne bought the set few years ago, but it’s sharp. It should stab through a monster’s skin enough, right?

He really hopes this demogorgon doesn’t have any acid blood.

“Back door, the back door.” Eddie hisses urgently as he takes the lead. Will nearly stumbles but they’re both on their feet, being swift and quiet as they possibly can.

But apparently the universe doesn’t hate Eddie enough.

At the hall, he steps on one of the bigger vines.

Before he could even curse, the demogorgon roars.

“RUN!” Eddie isn’t sure if he’s screaming at himself or Will as they burst right out of the door. But they’re running fast as they could. Something breaks and crashes in the kitchen but he doesn’t stop. He runs as fast as he could around the trailer, Will’s hand tight in his grasp.

They run across the rest of the park. The crashing sounds get followed up by a ear-piercing shreeee of ripping metal.

Eddie feels Will tumbling behind, but he keeps yanking the boy up, desperate to keep them both on moving feet. They duck behind the other trailers, hopefully away from the demogorgon’s sight.

Eddie finally stops behind one of the homes, close to the entry gate. His lungs are burning like his average gym class. A quick glance at Will, who doesn’t even look at all winded. He peeks behind the wall, trying to catch any movement.

They both jump at a crash of some garbage cans. There’s another roar, but it’s still farther.

Eddie crouches down, meeting Will at eye-level. “Okay, we’re just gonna run away from that thing. We don’t stop until we don’t hear it, got it?” Will nods. “We’re gonna- god, what are we going to do?”

“We can go to my house.” Will suggests, the brilliant angel he is.

“We go to your house. So-”

He stops at another sound’s arrival. It’s only the rumbling of a truck engine coming up the path. But this one he knows from the bottom of his blackened heart. It’s the way from how it putters every five seconds and how the front wheels click from a card Eddie once superglued there at the lovely age of twelve because other rich boys had cards in their bike wheels and he never had a bike of his own.

“Wayne! Uncle Wayne!” He calls out because what the hell, how could he even forget his uncle? Wayne is coming home from on and Eddie wouldn’t be there.

The truck obliviously rumbles on.

A new kind of hurt clenches around him as he stands up and begins to make chase. “Wayne!”

Before he can take another step, Will pulls at his wrist (his bandaged wrist, ow) with surprising amount of strength. Eddie stumbles back and almost yells at him when the demogorgon roars closer.

For the second time, Will tugs Eddie with him by the hand and Eddie lets him to so. As they run out of the trailer park, Eddie almost turns around and calls out for his uncle again.

But the new hurt stops him from that. He doesn’t know if it’s a good thing.

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[dalek-ix-writes-stuff]

Red Ruin - INTERVAL 00: INCEPTION

"Qrow, it's Harlan. I know the fucking system we made. I looked it over with you, compared it to the alternatives, and agreed to play my role, when the first signs appeared. I'd run the tests. You'd keep her grounded. I don't need you to tell me what I already know, jackass."

"Which is why I'm asking you to sit your dusty ass down on a chair and listen very closely. Because you don't see what I do."

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*Click*

The scroll made a noise, a vauge approximation of an antique film camera, and the image of Beacon Academy was preserved. The girl who took the photo turned away from the airship's window, and stared at what she'd taken. Trying to burn it into her memory.

She felt her forest fire of a sister nearby, and Ruby Rose felt glad she was here. Things were better when Yang was around. Yang was safe.

In both interpretations of that sentence.

She adjusted the hood of her cloak, and the whispers quieted.

The roaring flame leaned closer. "Whatcha got there- oh," she started to say, before realising it on her own, "Pretty sweet, huh?"

"Yup!" Ruby said, nodding, "Our new home…" A beat. "Except for the holidays. And the times we're out on long missions. But other than that…"

She trailed off, focused on the screen. It flickered. Yang wanted to know what the view outside looked like to her.

Ruby didn't want Yang to know.

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"You don't see the readings when she's under stress. You don't see what she does when she let's a tiny fraction of what's in her loose, Qrow. And that's by her own admission. A tiny… Insignificant part of what she can do."

"And that scares the shit out of me."

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The cloak could muffle the whispers, but Ruby still needed to see.

Mostly.

She was having a good day, though! The sun was shining, the air was clear, and she was about to become a Huntress (well, Huntress-in-training) at her sister's side. She could even still see what Is underneath what her mind was telling her was there.

Silver eyes scanned the crowd, a smile on her face. She found the knight in paper armor emptying his stomach into the nearest plant pot. An iceberg stood alone, cold and unassailable. And then there was the masked shadow, twitching and tense as if about to flee…

Ruby blinked, and what is flickered into view for an instant.

The knight in paper armour had a sword in a collapsible shield-sheath. The last time she'd seen one was in a museum! Either it was good enough to still keep up with modern stuff, or it was a hand-me-down.

It was definitely a hand-me-down. Still, can't go wrong with the classics!

The Iceberg had a Multi Action Dust Rapier (Eeeeeeeeee!). Another had a Collapsible Dust Staff (Ooooooooh!). The Shadow had-

"Is that a Variable Blade Chain Scythe?!"

The blush came, unbidden, and Yang laughed.

"Whoa sis, calm down," She said, a smile in her voice, "They're just weapons."

"Just weapons!?" Ruby couldn't believe her ears. Her own sister is saying this! "They're extensions of ourselves, what we choose put between us and the enemy…" She toned the passion in her voice down a little, adjusting her hood even though the conviction never left her eyes, "They say a lot about who we are."

Yang chuckled.

"With all those new weapons, won't Crescent Rose start to feel jealous?" She teased.

Ruby huffed and, unfolding her weapon from it's storage mode on the small of her back, brought the Super High Velocity Sniper Penetrator-Scythe in front of her and hugged it.

"Crescent Rose knows I love her," she shot back, grinning, "But I still like seeing new weapons. It's like meeting new people!"

Her grin faltered.

"Just… Better."

A shake of a head that sent hair swaying to and fro like the firestorm that Yang was. "Come on, Rubes," her sister said, gently, "Let's meet new weapons. Who knows, we might meet new people completely by accident."

And by "Completely by accident", Yang meant "Completely on purpose".

Ruby felt her sister recognise someone in the crowd, and she looked back at her.

Maybe it was the warmth in her chest from being here that gave her the confidence to do what she was about to do.

"You can go and say hi," Ruby told Yang.

There was hesitation.

"You sure?" It was a lifeline. A chance to back out.

Ruby nodded. "Yup!" A smile. "I can handle this."

She turned back, and her eyes fell on the iceberg and the MADR on her hip.

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"I understand that keeping her caged will only lead to us having a fucking nightmare made manifest out for our blood. You told me that. I didn't believe you at first. I thought containment -physical containment- was possible, maybe even preferable. And I'm not shy about admitting I was wrong."

"But when she's with you, you see your honorary niece. Your little apprentice, swinging that scythe she made. You don't see just how tenuous the hold we have on her is. The hold she has on herself. Like a ribbon in a hurricane."

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The Iceberg had been cold and aloof (iceberg, duh) and the shadow had been… Well, she'd been nice, after Ruby had been not-quite-shooed-away by the Iceberg (Schnee. Weiss Schnee. Heiress to the SDC, just her luck.) but she had her own aloofness.

Ruby didn't like aloof people. They made her want to blurt out things she shouldn't know about them.

Things like "Why are you hiding your ears?"

And "What are you so afraid of?"

… She hadn't actually said any of that to the shadow (Blake. Her name was Blake Baetica), Grimm and Dust. And the Ice- Weiss. Weiss was too closed off and (mercifully) quiet for her to get much. But it was a pretty close thing. The knight in paper armor (Jaune Arc) had been friendly with her even after she'd kinda sorta maybe accidentally scared him but…

Well.

She hoped his armour stopped being paper soon.

Professor Ozpin had made a rather paradoxically unmotivating speech before sending them to the dorms for their first night, and it was time for bed.

Ruby was ready for sleep. She had her favourite PJs, her mother's cloak, her medicine (the chalky tablets never went down easily and they made breakfast taste like sand, but it was better than the alternative) and Yang and Crescent Rose.

She bit her lip, her scroll extended to full in front of her, and a messaging app open.

She felt the flame sneak closer.

"So, what ch'u writing, sis?"

"A letter," she answered.

"Just the one?"

Ruby winced. She'd hoped her sister wouldn't notice that.

"Just the one," she answered. She began to type.

To: Harlan Wade

Dear Dr. Wade…

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"I know what you're going to say, if you ever do the intelligent thing and pick up your fucking scroll to call me back. That we shouldn't cage her. That if she believes she's holding your niece back –because we know they'll follow the other no matter what we do– things will only get worse. That we need to give Ruby agency so she wants to help us. That she has Yang with her to watch over her, and us to smooth things if they're needed. And those are all true.

"But just because this is the best choice doesn't mean it's a good one. There are too many "what if's" for me to sleep at night. What if she slips? What if she has a surge, like those she used to have? What if she tries to do something and doesn't hold enough back? What if Ozpin decides to ass-fuck us all for his own agenda?

"What if something happens to Yang?

"It's too late to go back. I'll keep monitoring her from here. And she'll be sending me messages every day. But I'm asking you to keep your own eyes open. And to brace yourself.

"Harlan Wade out."

[flicker-confessions]

FLICKER CONFESSION #0016

Submitted by anonymous:

i love the classic mode characters and i want the fandom to love them too as much as i do but also im so scared about what the fandom would do to them

Blog runners' note: guys where are you finding these toxic flicker fandom ppl.... the only flicker fandom I know are like 6 people on tumblr here I'm a bit confused and worried lol

submitted on 08/12/2023

[darkgorerat]

Hey. My name is Gore Rat. This’ll sound so cringey and weird. I don’t know WHY I thought clicking on a random fucking link on a random fucking twitter post was a good idea, but hey. Make me an example to never click on SHIT without looking up the source.

It was your average Friday afternoon. I was in my room, scrolling on Twitter. I came across a post – linking to a website I didn’t recognize. I decided to read through the post, just to see if this website was worth clicking on.

“I found this weird Sonic game just lying around on the web. Played it for a bit – actually pretty damn cool. Instead of Sonic or Tails or any of the big popular characters, you can play as Silver and Blaze! There’s also a villain story – kind of like Sonic Adventure 2. Just thought I'd share it around the internet.”

Weird. It’s a classic Sonic game... but with Silver, Blaze, and a villain story? The longer I looked at the tweet, the more I wanted to click the link. Damn you, internet.

So, I did what any person would do. Opened Discord and hopped into a call with my two friends, Sasha and Riley. We boot up the link and immediately see red flags. The SEGA logo flickered? That’s not normal. I didn’t notice it at first – but Sasha did. She pointed it out, but my computer is trash as hell so I brushed it off as it processing the code weirdly.

The game played pretty normally, for the most part. Playing as Blaze was pretty damn cool, given we were never meant to play as her in the classic sonic mode. Sure, there were glitches here and there – some of the assets were unloaded. Looking through the recorded footage, we should’ve realized that was NOT normal.

The minor glitches only really happened in Green Hill. It didn’t matter much; the game was still very playable and fun. They died down in Chemical Plant. This, as far as we were concerned at this point, was just a fangame made by some Sonic ‘06 fanatic.

The next red flags, which were slowly getting more apparent as we played through the game, were the pop-ups. Things like “Warning - this game might have a virus!” and “Warning - suspicious activity within Classic_Silver_the_hedgehog.zip.” MAJOR red flag, but I guess we were too caught up praising the Blaze sprites to care.

Speaking of those, her sprites were kind of broken. Glitchy and the coloring was off. That’s why we were paying so much attention to it. It’s a dumb reason to ignore the red flags waving in our faces, but whatever. It was, like, three am. Our brains were too focused on how pink she looked rather than the off coloring and saturation of the background and the enemies, or lack thereof.

That was the next red flag. Where the hell were the enemies. We were meant to be fighting Eggman, but he just... wasn’t there? The game crashed after that. We all kind of agreed that was odd but we opened the game up again and decided to play as Silver, just to see how his powers would be implemented. Silver’s version of the game, good god was this shit BROKEN. Glitches, saturation, ZERO enemies, and there were flashes of words we couldn’t read because they lasted FIVE FUCKING SECONDS. This was probably the BIGGEST red flag.

We all agreed that we would continue playing in the morning since it was now four in the morning and Riley had things to do the next day. So, I closed out the game, left the call, and crawled back into bed.

Thinking about the situation, it kind of reminded me of that one news thing that happened when I was young. This guy named Kyle found dead in his house, his friend Tom following with a Sonic disk in his hands. Broken, at that, but that story always freaked me out. What murderer kills two guys and blames a Sonic the Hedgehog disk for it. Freak. Whatever, I eventually fell asleep.

We all got up the next day, and when Riley was free from the grasp of his dentist, we hopped on call. We booted the game up again and continued playing Silver’s route. Once more, let me say, HOLY FUCK, this game was BROKEN. The glitches got worse every single level, and the flashing words made me lower the brightness on my computer to avoid wanting to rip my eyes out. That’s how bad it was.

Sasha managed to go through the previous day’s footage and get the stuff from the flashing words. “HELP US,” “WHY WON’T YOU DIE,” “STUPID SLUTTY BITCH.” These sentences were so fucking... vulgar. And for what? A kids game? I swear, they were NOT warranted for whatever they were targeted to.

We got to the boss part and the game crashed again. I was actually going to start freaking out, cause when we opened the game, it mentioned me BY NAME. My computer’s name is DarkGoreRat. NOT my name. Freaked me out. I have NOTHING that refers to me by my actual name – my friends literally just started calling me Gore Rat.

I deleted the game, obviously. I’m not fucking stupid. I’m not keeping a game that knows my full name when I don’t even have it fucking saved.

If the creator of that fucked fangame reads this: You are an asshole. Spreading your game directed towards people and breaking their computers. Get a life, dickhead. But, otherwise, that’s all I can share until we can get everything figured out.

[ablegaming]

Photosensitivity-safe games for the Nintendo Gameboy, Gameboy Color, and Gameboy Advance

I recently picked up an old Gameboy again (the original Gameboy Advance model to be specific) to see if my photosensitivity would fare better with a non-backlit screen… to my dismay I discovered that although the intensity of lighting effects is diminished there are still a lot of flashing animations that bother my eyes and give me headaches. I’ve been working on combing through the entire catalogue of games released for the Gameboy, Gameboy Color, and Gameboy Advance to find the most photosensitivity-safe games for us to play! None of the games on this list make use of any flashing animations.

For the record, I didn’t try to line this article up with the recent release of the Gameboy emulation on the Nintendo Switch Online, the timing was just a happy synchronicity. Unfortunately none of the Gameboy, Gameboy Color, or Gameboy Advance games that were recently added to the Nintendo Switch Online are photosensitivity-safe, they all make use of flashing light animations. Used Gameboys for sale can be found on eBay, at resale shops, thrift stores, and garage sales around the world.

Gameboy Dig Dug Hyper Lode Runner Megalit Motocross Maniacs (the new track record screen has flashing text, but at a fairly slow rate) Prince of Persia (the flickering candles are easier on the eyes on a non-backlit screen, also on Gameboy Color) World Bowling

Gameboy games can be played on Gameboy, Gameboy Pocket, Gameboy Light, Gameboy Color, Gameboy Advance, Gameboy Advance Micro, Gameboy Advance SP, Super Gameboy adapter for Super Nintendo, and the Gameboy Advance adapter for the Gamecube.

Gameboy Color Frogger GBC Harvest Moon GBC (the sudden flash of the bright white segue screens between buildings/areas is way too too hard on the eyes on a backlit screen, but is fine on the Gameboy Color or original Gameboy Advance. Weeds disappear-flash briefly as you clear them from the field) Harvest Moon GBC 3 (the sudden flash of the bright white segue screens between buildings/areas is way too too hard on the eyes on a backlit screen, but is fine on the Gameboy Color or original Gameboy Advance. Weeds disappear-flash briefly as you clear them from the field) Pocket Bowling (press start quickly as the title screen has flashing text, the sudden flash of the bright white segue screens is hard on the eyes on a backlit screen or rom, but is fine on the Gameboy Color or original Gameboy Advance) Prince of Persia (the flickering candles are easier on the eyes on a non-backlit screen, also on Gameboy) NBA 3 on 3 Featuring Kobe Bryant Road Rash (there are brief flashes of white screen between publisher intros, this isn’t an issue on non-backlit screens or you can look away for 10 seconds after powering the system on, additionally road lines may be dizzying) Triple Play Baseball 2001 (turn “cutscene movies” off to avoid a flashing sign after getting a homerun)

Gameboy Color games can be played on Gameboy Color, Gameboy Advance, Gameboy Advance Micro, Gameboy Advance SP, and the Gameboy Advance adapter for the Gamecube. Gameboy color games can also be played on the original Gameboy with a very limited color palette, but only the black Gameboy Color cartridges and Pokémon games will work, the see-through Gameboy Color cartridges will not work. See the “Dual Mode” column on this page for the full list: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Game_Boy_Color_games

Gameboy Advance Chessmaster Classic NES: Dr. Mario (press start quickly as the title screen has some flashing colors, colorblindness may be an issue when playing on the non-backlit Gameboy Advance screen) Classic NES: Ice Climber (falling icicles are a little hard on the eyes on a backlit screen or rom, but they’re fine on the non-backlit original Gameboy Advance) Killer 3D Pool NHL 2002 (the goal siren light is hard on the eyes on a backlit screen or rom, but isn’t nearly as intense on the non-backlit original Gameboy Advance) Madden NFL 2005 Rebelstar: Tactical Command Scooby-Doo Super Monkey Ball Jr. Tetris Worlds (avoid looking directly at the shimmering star next to the currently selected option on the main menu, there are also some flames flickering in the background of the volcano level, otherwise the core gameplay is safe) Texas Hold ’Em Poker Tiger Woods PGA Tour Golf 2002 (press start quickly as the title screen has flashing text) Top Gear Rally

Gameboy Advance games can be played on the Nintendo Gameboy Advance, Gameboy Advance Micro, Gameboy Advance SP, DS, DS Lite, and the Gameboy Advance adapter for the Gamecube.

If you know of any more photosensitivity-safe games for the Gameboy, Gameboy Color, and Gameboy Advance please leave a comment and let us know!

This post can also be read and listened to (text-to-speech) on my Medium page at: https://medium.com/@AbleGaming/photosensitivity-safe-games-for-the-nintendo-gameboy-gameboy-color-and-gameboy-advance-1cbeac012aee

[hersheyotaku]

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Rating: T Characters: Donatello, April O'Neil Pairings: Donatello/April O'Neil Tags: Mistletoe, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing Summary: There’s more than one way to keep warm on a cold winter’s day, and Donnie discovers a new method that goes by the name of viscum album. A gift for the lovely @chubs-deuce for the Apritello Server's Secret Santa Gift Exchange! 😘 Read on Ao3 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/42633939

Donatello Hamato hated the cold.

He hated the way it made him feel lethargic and slowed his productivity, he hated the way it numbed his fingers to the point that it felt like he was handling tools with uncoordinated frozen sausages, he hated the way the nip in the air made his nose run with disgusting bodily fluids, and he hated the way it made the metal in his lab ice-cold to the touch.

Even his tech seemed to hate the cold, the metal components contracting and the lubricants thickening with the chill, causing his more temperature-sensitive machines to lag or fail. He’d had to outfit Shelldon with thermal insulation just to keep the little drone from shutting down into his own tech version of brumation.

All that being said, Donnie didn’t, however, hate the methods one could use to combat the frigid winter temperatures that permeated the subterranean lair. Soft clothes, thick blankets, steaming beverages, thermal battle shell enhancements, Genius Built™️ heat lamps, and best of all?

The shared body heat of his incredibly warm-blooded best friend and romantic partner, who was currently sharing three layers of thick sherpa blankets with him as they sat cuddled together in an oversized beanbag chair. The projector screen flickered with images of Jupiter Jim’s Pluto Vacation IV, the merry chiming of the current musical number only adding to the cozy winter ambience that permeated the festively decorated room.

Despite the entire family spending the day indoors partaking in traditional holiday activities such as cookie baking (Mikey’s favorite) and metaphorically ‘decking the halls’ with lights and greenery and the assortment of chintzy decor Splinter had acquired over the years, his brothers were now notably absent, having decided to ride out the night’s chill within their shells in a state of temporary brumation. 

And while in years past Donnie would have opted to join them, this year he had a very compelling reason to stay awake.

His reason for wakefulness reached across him for one of the mugs of hot cocoa Shelldon had delivered moments prior. April had opted to spend the night thanks to the blizzard raging across the city above, and while Donnie had installed treads on the turtle tank that could have delivered her safely to her doorstep, they’d decided spending a cozy night together watching holiday classics was much preferable to driving through blinding sleet and snow.

And if Donnie was being honest, he rather enjoyed having this uninterrupted time alone with April—a rare luxury unless they resorted to retreating to his lab in lockdown mode to avoid nosy family members.

And he planned to take full advantage of their cozy solitude.

Surreptitiously, Donnie shifted himself to make just enough room for a single metal arm to extend from his battle shell, the metal appendage snaking out from the cozy nest of blankets to hover over their heads. Within its claw dangled a small sprig of greenery adorned with tiny white berries that he’d acquired for just such an occasion as this.

With the scene properly set, Donnie made a show of clearing his throat.

“A-hem.”

April glanced up from sipping her chocolatey beverage with a soft ‘hm?’ before her eyes caught on the greenery hanging above them.

“Whatcha got there, Donnie?” she asked, raising her mug for another sip to conceal her smile at her dorky boyfriend’s antics.

“Oh, this?” Donnie waggled his sharpied eyebrows at her, pleased that she’d asked. “Why, it appears to be an evergreen obligate hemiparasite of the Santalales order, specifically the European variant viscum album, as can be identified by the small oval leaves and white berries. Which, fun fact, are each traditionally supposed to elicit lip contact when held aloft and removed like so.”

Reaching up, he proceeded to free a pale berry from the cluster before puckering his lips in expectation.

April snickered against the rim her mug. “Right, yeah, okay Mr. Subtle,” she teased, setting her drink aside before snagging the front of his purple sweater. “Bring it in, Dee.”

The touch of her soft, cocoa-sweetened lips warmed Donnie like no sweater or hot beverage ever could, and the turtle melted like a marshmallow on a bunsen burner, his insides feeling just as ooey and gooey as the toasted confection, a soft churr rumbling in his chest.

Their lip lock continued for one warm, blissful moment before April pulled back with a soft ‘smek,’ eyes half-lidded as her holly-red lips curled into a coy grin. 

“So how ‘bout we get busy using up the rest of these berries?” she purred, reaching up and plucking another small berry from the sprig, rolling it between her fingers and arching a brow at him in a challenge that Donnie was all too happy to accept, leaning in to meet April halfway as she claimed her mistletoe-sanctioned kiss.

Ah, the merits of seasonally-appropriate botany—who knew a parasitic evergreen plant could serve as such an effective method of keeping warm?

[satoshi-mochida]

Street Fighter 6 DLC character Ed trailer, details, and screenshots - Gematsu

From Gematsu

Capcom has released the official trailer, details, and screenshots for Street Fighter 6 downloadable content character Ed, who will launch on February 27. Ed will be unlocked for owners of the Deluxe Edition, Ultimate Edition, or Year 1 Character Pass.

Get the details below.

Ed becomes the 21st playable character following Rashid and A.K.I.’s release last year. Players will encounter the pugilistic puncher across all three game modes of Street Fighter 6—World Tour, Fighting Ground, and Battle Hub. The “Ed Arrives!” Fighting Pass is also now live for a limited time, so players can pick up some boxing equipment for themselves and gear up for the fight! Alongside Ed’s release, a brand new stage called “Ruined Lab” will drop, showcasing the aftermath of Shadaloo’s fall as its laboratory lies in shambles. Owners of the Year 1 Ultimate Pass and Ultimate Edition will automatically receive this stage when Ed is released. Various quality-of-life updates will also be introduced, including the ability to switch button displays on PC and an Extra Lighting feature being added to Photo Mode. First appearing in Street Fighter V, after rejecting the evil intentions of M. Bison, Ed managed to escape the grasps of the Shadaloo organization and create Neo Shadaloo with the hopes of helping others like him. His attacks in Street Fighter 6 have changed significantly since the latest installment with all of his attacks now being punches. Ed, the initial inspiration of Modern Controls in Street Fighter 6, will also retain his simplified controls, while now receiving expanded inputs for his Classic Controls. Get ready for some of Ed’s knockout moves, including:

Psycho Flicker – A quick flicker jab from a distance that can go in one of three directions to catch the opponent off-guard and is vital to Ed’s ability to control space. If you hold this button down, Ed will use his Psycho Snatcher from Street Fighter V where he can pull in opponents with psycho-powered tendrils

Psycho Blitz – Unleashes a series of punches cloaked in Psycho Power

Psycho Storm – Ed’s Level 1 Super Art sees him striking opponents with a series of high-speed flicker jabs

Psycho Cannon – Ed’s Level 2 Super Art, previously from Street Fighter V, generates a multi-hitting ball of psycho power that moves forward

Psycho Chamber – Ed’s Level 3 Super Art turns opponents into his own personal punching bag by tying together their hands and feet and pummeling them in the name of Neo Shadaloo

Ed will be unlocked for owners of the Year 1 Character Pass, Year 1 Ultimate Pass, Deluxe Edition, or Ultimate Edition on February 27. Ed’s Outfit 2, which is inspired by his Story Outfit from Street Fighter V, will also be available when he arrives. The fun doesn’t stop either with Capcom Cup X just around the corner! Players have through February 14 to head to the in-game Battle Hub—decked out with Capcom Cup X celebrations—to predict who they think will be the next champion for the chance to win an exclusive Outfit 1 color for the character the champion uses to claim the crown. And the wait is almost over with Akuma set to release in just a few short months this Spring! Stay tuned for more later this year.

Street Fighter 6 is available now for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Xbox Series, and PC via Steam.

Watch the trailer below. View the screenshots at the gallery.

DLC Character Gameplay Trailer

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[fearxtoxfreedom]

@xsoullessxsurvivorsx

Almost everything about Madison Montgomery was FAKE. Each promise to rehabilitate & change for the better, forced smile, & orgasm caused by anyone who wasn't Fiona Goode. (christ, the number of times she'd heard the little witch bitch hollering for kyle, just to spite her) Despite her FAILING career, young woman was an EXCEPTIONAL ACTRESS. As of late, she had been using her acting prowess during their movie nights with Cordelia, Misty, & the other girls. (another one of her daughter's "brilliant" plans to sow peace among the coven) It had started when that doe-eyed swamp girl panicked during one of the slasher movies Zoe had picked. To keep things FAIR, each movie night, the girls took turns choosing what they watched. It ranged from Disney movies, to gorefests. With the occasional fifties classic, musical, & Madison often suggested HER OWN movies. That night Misty got scared, she'd hurled herself between Cordelia & Fiona, clinging to the both of them. After a few moments, she'd broken the NO PDA RULE, tangling her body around Fiona's, hiding her face in her shoulder for the rest of the film. & Her daughter had LET Misty get away with it, because she was scared. So, seeing the opportunity, (spurred on by her jealousy), Madison had quickly switched into acting mode, put on A FACADE of terror & tears, & buried herself in Fiona's opposite side.

TONIGHT WAS DIFFERENT. There were no wide eyes. No theatrical screech before Madison flung herself haphazardly into Fiona's embrace. It had been THE TREMBLING of the young girl's body beside her, that had caught her attention. Hazels drifted in her direction, brow denting with concern. (concern?) Room was dark, but she could see the tears shimmering in those dark pits as the light from the television screen flashed across that perfect face. Once at ease, flirtatious & playful, now tense & tight, tormented. MUSCLES TWITCHING. Thin arms subconsciously wrapped around her body, hands reaching for her throat. Flicker of her gaze toward the screen, then to Zoe, then back to Madison. Had that worthless cunt chosen this movie on purpose? Was she hoping to TRIGGER the poor thing? (as if madison wouldn't do something equally as mean to trigger zoe - look fiona had her biases) Reaching out, she delicately traced her fingertips down the vertebrae of the other's spine, before slithering a hand around her hip & gripping FIRMLY at bone. Pulling her itty-bitty body flush against her own. PROTECTIVELY. "How about we turn this piece a' garbage off?" Glare shot directly at Zoe, "And move on to someone who doesn't have shit taste in movies?" Namely ; HERSELF. It was her turn to pick next.

[peckforlovingheck]

My connections to flicker characters is wild as fuck

I call myself a John kinnie and literally portray my trauma onto him sometimes (along with Charlotte but both of them have a sort of different story compared to me)

I cosplayed Annie once irl (the wig is trash)

I cosplay Nikolai and Bailey on roblox

I AM Dan sometimes

I get called Bailey a lot bc of it being a previous display name

I look most like Elizabeth.

YET MY NAME IS ONE OF THE CLASSIC MODE CHARACTERS.

[atplblog]

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