#hams it up as marley

[hekate1308]

25 Days Of A Christmas Carol December 14: Scrooge (1970)

directed by Ronald Neame, written by Leslie Bricusse, starring Albert Finney

Ask anyone called Robinson or Brown or Jones or Smith  Their favourite day And they will say December the 25th.

[boomstab-papa]

Charles Dickens's original A Christmas Carol novella is surprisingly short at about 10k words (you could probably read it in the same amount of time you'd watch it in a movie), but the Muppets film version is indeed one of the most faithful adaptations of it. Yes even though Jacob Marley is now two people so Statler and Waldorf can heckle Scrooge together. Even so.

[pickalilywrites]

The alliance post rumbling celebrate the holidays + Levi's birthday fic request

thanks :)

happy birthday, old man

levi ackerman. canon compliant. 1349 words. read on ao3.

The small cottage that Levi has been living in has been decorated from ceiling to floor with festive decorations: holly and ivy, mistletoe and tinsel, paper stars and paper snowflakes. He’s never been one for festivities and had even told those damn kids that he didn’t need to do anything special, but they had insisted on coming over and covering his house with every ridiculous decoration they could find. He’s still not sure about the winter holiday that they’re about to be celebrating. It’s something that was introduced to Paradis after the island opened its borders, but the kids found it amusing that the holiday fell on Levi’s birthday. They’ve told him they’re gathering here to celebrate that strange new holiday, but he knows it’s only a guise for celebrating his birthday.  

“I have a headache just thinking about how much cleaning I’ll have to do later,” Levi mutters as he wheels himself around the house. He hates tinsel especially. It comes apart too easily and seems to get everywhere. He frowns as another thread of tinsel falls to the floor and tries to repress to pick it up immediately and chuck into the garbage bin.  

“Oh, don’t worry about that! Falco and I’ll be sure to clean everything up until everything sparkles and shines the way you like,” Gabi says. He refers to all of them as kids, but even Gabi and Falco are teenagers now. They tower above him and they’re sure to grow even more in these next few years. 

“I met as well just clean it myself then,” Levi says dryly. Gabi is far too impatient to clean anything thoroughly. Falco is only slightly more reliable and would probably do a half decent job if he weren’t always rushed by Gabi. Levi looks over at the blond boy who is hovering nervously over the tinsel that had been bothering him earlier. “If you really insist on it, then you can clean it up. Just don’t leave anything behind, Falco.”  

Falco jumps at the mention of his name and immediately snatches the tinsel off the ground. “Y-yes, sir!” he stammers. 

“Oh, stop teasing the poor boy,” Mikasa says, giving the retired captain a swat on the shoulder. She takes the tinsel from Falco’s hands and crumples it into her fist to throw away later. “Don’t bother about the mess. Everyone else will clean it later and you can grumble about what a poor job we did afterward.”  

“I can grumble about it now,” Levi says, but somebody grabs his wheelchair and begins wheeling him towards the dining table.  

“Can’t you take one day off to not grumble about things?” Jean laughs as he pushes Levi towards the head of the table. He takes a seat beside Levi and the others gather around.  

Everyone has come to celebrate: the remaining members of his last squad that had fought alongside him during the Rumbling, the Marleyan Warriors, and Gabi and Falco. The ones closest to him sit by his side while the soldiers from Marley sit further out. Onyankopon is on the other end of the table, adjusting the camera so that it captures everyone. In his hand is a remote shutter to take the photo. Once everything is in place, Onyankopon hurries over to an empty space beside Reiner Braun. 

“Is everyone ready? Smile for the camera!” he says and pauses for a moment before clicking the shutter in his hand.  

The shutter clicks as it takes a few photos and Onyankopon hurries back to the camera to roll up the wire of the remote shutter and fold up the tripod. The others begin chatting away while Historia and Connie help to carry the food from the kitchen to the table. It’s a far larger dinner than Levi had expected: a perfectly cooked turkey with crisp, golden skin, mashed potatoes and gravy, honey roasted ham, a color salad filled with fresh greens and thinly sliced tomatoes and cucumbers and drizzled with vinaigrette, green bean casserole, buttery dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, and corn pudding. It’s far too much for all of them to eat, but they’ll worry about the leftovers later. 

“I thought I recalled telling you that it wasn’t necessary to celebrate my birthday this year,” Levi says as everyone is polishing off their second plate. 

“Who says this is for you?” Pieck asks jokingly. They’re all still pretending that they care more about this new holiday where people give each other gifts even though none of them have brought a single present to Levi’s house. “We’re only here to celebrate the holiday. It just happens to be on your birthday.” 

“Do you really think you’re so important that we would gather here on your birthday?” Reiner teases.  

“I did offer to make your birthday a national holiday, but you refused,” Historia recalls. She leans over so that Levi can get a better look at the grin on her face. "Do you regret turning down my offer now?” 

“Knowing how much the Jaegerists despise us still, it’d probably make them hate the Captain even more,” Jean chuckles. 

“I’d be throwing eggs at his likeness with the rest of them,” Annie says before sipping her drink and her remark earns a few chuckles from their comrades around the table.  

It’s been a while since Levi has heard so much laughter at the table. It reminds him of his younger years. The people are different, but the laughter is the same. He still thinks about it sometimes, sitting around the table with his old squad or having a cup of tea with the other squad leaders. That was back in the day when they were fighting to stop the end of the world or die trying. As it turns out, the world didn’t end even when they thought it would and now here they are, back at this table swapping stories and laughing. Everything has come full circle.  

“By the way, Captain,” Armin says before passing a small package wrapped in parcel paper. It’s been a long time since the war has ended and yet he still refers to Levi by his old rank even though most of his other peers have dropped the formalities. “I know you said you didn’t want any gifts this year, but I couldn’t stop thinking that you’d like something small at least.”  

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected you to keep following my orders after leaving the Scouting Legion, huh, Arlert?” Levi remarks dryly, and Armin cheeks flush a bright pink. Nonetheless, Levi accepts the package and tears off the wrapping carefully. He doesn’t expect to see a picture frame inside nor the detailed portrait that has been carefully placed inside.  

It’s a drawing of Levi and all his comrades, most of them fallen but some of them in the room with him now. The portrait is in black and white, drawn in graphite, and was conjured by a careful hand that can only belong to Jean Kirstein. The drawings of the fallen soldiers are not perfect. They don’t completely match the image of the comrades that still live in his memories, but they are similar enough that Levi can make out pieces of them that Kirstein has managed to coax out despite having never met them at all. 

“I wasn’t able to meet many of them, but their family members were very helpful in giving us descriptions,” Jean murmurs as they all watch Levi cautious, gauging the captain’s reaction. “We thought you might appreciate it, especially since you don’t have any photographs of it.”  

“Not bad, Kirstein,” Levi says finally, the sound of his voice breaking a heavy silence. He sets the framed drawing down in front of him and looks up at the comrades he has left. There are more of them than he thought would be here. Some of them he had never even anticipated himself allying himself with. “I might even hang this up.”  

At this, everyone cracks a smile. Mikasa reaches out to squeeze Levi’s shoulder. “We’re glad you like it,” she tells him. “Happy birthday, old man.”  

[sixpennydame]

North Star✶Chapter 3

A Levi Ackerman x oc slow burn

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Levi finds a job, but it might be more than he can handle.

Warnings: just the tiniest bit of smut.

A/N: Subtitle for chapter: Sailor had a horse phase when she was a girl and now she's living her fantasies in her fanfic. ;-)

The next morning, you get out of bed just before the sun rises. You love the early morning light in late summer and having an hour or two to yourself before everyone else gets up for breakfast. You wash your face, put on a day dress, and tie up your hair. You reach for the simple gold wedding band on your vanity and put it on your left ring finger; wearing the band helps you to still feel connected to Martin. Sometimes, you’ll have dreams about him still being with you and upon waking, you’ll reach for him on the right side of the bed. You miss his smile, his laugh, the way he’d touch you. God, you miss his touch:

Martin used to slide his arm around you just as you were waking up in the morning. He’d start caressing your breast gently at first, and as your breathing would get heavier, he’d start to pinch your nipple. Then, he’d move down and slip his hand in your underwear, touching your clit with his finger. As you started getting wet, he’d slide a finger inside, moving back and forth. He’d start kissing your neck and you would bring your arm around to touch his hair. You’d begin to grind against his growing hard-on, and when neither of you could take it anymore, he’d pull his underwear down and slide his cock in from behind as he continued to massage your clit…

“No”, you shake your head, “I’ve got things to do.” Attempting to push the thoughts away, you go to the chicken coop and collect some eggs, then to the garden to cut some fresh chives and thyme. Even though it’s cooler in the mornings, you don’t want to heat up the kitchen today, so you make a cold breakfast of tomatoes, cheese, and ham with bread. You have some fresh strawberries so you decide to put those out too. You’re just about to put the kettle on the stove when Levi enters the kitchen. He’s wearing a simple white henley shirt and dark pants and his hair is neatly combed. Once he sees you he nods, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Levi. You’re an early riser too?”

“Just an old habit, I guess,” he sits at the table, “and I’d like to start looking for a job today.”

“The biggest employer right now is the silver mine, but you said you didn’t want to work underground, right?”

“I’d like to avoid that, yes. I…have some past injuries that will probably keep me from doing labor like that.” There’s a sorrow in his voice. “But I’m a hard worker, at whatever I do.”

You look again at the deep scars that run across his face, and the two fingers missing from his right hand. “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but your scars….are you a veteran?”

Levi knew this would come up eventually. He wants to put it all behind him, but it seems his scarred body gives away everything. And how many questions will you ask? What if you figure out he’s from Paradis? He shifts in his chair, “I was…a soldier..yes.”

“My husband was also a soldier for Marley - an airship captain. He died at the Battle of Heaven and Earth.” You should probably just leave the conversation there, but something makes you want to tell Levi more. “I was there that day, at Fort Salta. I tried to get him to escape into the mountains with me, but he said he had a duty to uphold. I watched as his ship fell from the sky. If I had just…”, your words trail off.

Levi remembers your cries of loss when you found out your husband was dead. He’s known that helpless feeling so many times. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he says awkwardly, not knowing what else he should say.

You realize that tears are running down your cheeks. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I’ve shared too much.” You start wiping away tears when Levi pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to you.

When you take the handkerchief you look into his eyes and can see the pain beyond his scars. You wonder what all he’s been through and what friends or loved ones he’s lost. The tea kettle starts to whistle and it breaks the silence. “Thank you, Levi,” you say, wiping your eyes. “I hope I haven’t made you too uncomfortable,” you say as you pour the hot water into the tea kettle. “Now let me think about some job openings..” you take a moment to ponder, “You’re not against manual labor?”

“I’m not. My knee gives me trouble if I’m standing for too long, but I’d rather be active than work at a desk.”

Although Levi’s short in stature, you notice that he does have a slim, muscular build. This is actually the first time you’re really taking a good look at him. Is he older than you? It’s hard to tell with his youthful appearance, but you think you see just a few grey strands in his dark black hair. His thin eyebrows seemed pursed into a constant scowl, but he doesn’t seem ill-natured, just serious. Despite his scars, he really is quite handsome. You also notice he’s not wearing a wedding band. Who is this mysterious man, and why is he here? What’s he running away from?

“Do you have anything in mind?” Levis asks, jolting you back to the issue at hand. This new stranger has certainly piqued your interest. 

“Hmmm..the only thing I can think of is maybe the stables across the meadow. It’s been run forever by Mathieu Singer, but he’s getting older and his sons never returned from the war. He still breeds quite a few horses and trains them before sending them all over Marley. It’s where I sent you to stable your horse and where I keep my horse as well. I should go there anyway and check on her, so I can introduce you to him.”

“I appreciate that,” he shifts in his chair, “but I can go myself.”

“It’s no problem. I have to go over there anyway. Give me a minute and we can walk over together.”

Levi takes a few last bites of his bread and cheese, then drinks his tea. “Alright. I think I’ll walk outside for a bit.”

“Yes, feel free to explore the property. I’ll meet you out there soon.”

Levi takes his tea mug and walks out the back door. The sun is just coming over the mountains and it’s casting a beautiful golden glow over the valley. He notices your herb and vegetable garden and is impressed by everything you’re growing: corn, peppers, tomatoes, beans, and other things he’s not quite familiar with but assumes are native to this part of the world. Not far from the garden is a chicken coop with several chickens eating the breakfast that you had already put out for them. As he continues walking, he notices a small shed with three goats ambling around the fenced area. They stare at Levi and bleat at him as he walks by. Flowers are interspersed between the gardens and animal areas, and it seems that the bees and other pollinators are already busy at work, flying from flower to flower. Levi recalls many beautiful places within the walls of Paradis, but nothing quite like this place. Or maybe he’d just never had the time to appreciate these kinds of simple things before. 

He continues walking and comes upon the banks of a very large lake; so large, in fact, that it was difficult to see the opposite shore. The water is ridiculously blue; bluer than he had ever seen. He picked up a stone and threw it into the water with a small thud. 

“I see you’ve found Mirror Lake,” you say as you walk towards Levi. “Silly name, if you ask me. Sure, it reflects the mountains beautifully but it's the blue color of the water that gets me every time.” You crouch down, looking for a smooth stone. “Something about the algae in the water makes the water this beautiful color.”

“I don’t particularly like lakes,” Levi says, throwing another stone in the water, “you can never see what’s swimming past your legs, and I hate the feel of algae.” 

You laugh. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing dangerous in these waters. Just some trout and other fish. But still…it’s rather nice to have something like this practically in my backyard.” You find a smooth stone, stand up, and skip it across the water. “Oh! Three skips!”

Levi looks at you like you’ve just done the most interesting thing. “Don’t tell me you’ve never skipped stones before.” You grab another stone from the ground. “See, all you need to do is throw like this from an angle-“

Before you can finish your lesson, Levi has already found a stone and tossed it across the water, skipping it four times. “I think I get the gist,” he says, nonchalantly.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Apparently,” you laugh, then skip another stone; it only skips two times. “Shoot. I guess you beat me this time. But I warn you, I’m quite competitive with stone skipping.” You could have sworn you saw just the smallest smile creep across his lips. It makes you feel accomplished somehow. “Shall we walk over to Mathieu’s?”

——- ✶ ——-

The Singer Stables are just a quick walk across the meadow from the house, and as you and Levi get closer to the main barn, you see horses grazing across the several acres. Mathieu is already hard at work cleaning out the stables and refreshing the hay. 

“Catherine! What brings you over so early?” 

“I wanted to see how Astrid was doing and to introduce you to my new tenant,” you gesture toward Levi. “Matthieu, this is Levi Ackerman. He’ll be staying in Mursa for a while.”

Levi shakes his hand. “Mr. Singer, it’s nice to meet you. Thank you for taking in my horse on such short notice yesterday.”

“Oh please, call me Mathieu. We’re informal around here. And it was no problem - it’s a fine mare you got there. I just put her out to pasture to let her run around a bit. Should I get her for you?”

You speak up. “Actually, Mathieu, I was wondering if maybe you had any-“

Levi interjects. “Catherine, I can take it from here,” he turns away from you. “I’m looking for a job. Do you have any need for some extra help?”

Mathieu looks Levi up and down. “You a veteran?”

“…I am..”

“My sons were soldiers too. Infantry. They were stationed to fight against Allied Forces at Fort Slava and have been missing in action ever since. I reckon they’re never coming back..” Mathieu looks away. “I suppose an old man like me could use a hand around here, but I’d like to see how well you do with the horses first. Consider it a trial run for the next few days, then I’ll make a decision.”

“Fair enough,” Levi replies.

“Well then, let me show you around.”

You follow Levi and Mathieu to the stables, feeling a bit dejected at the way Levi treated you. You did bring him here, after all.

Mathieu sees you walking toward the pens. “You gonna take Astrid out for a ride this morning? She could use the exercise.”

“Yes, I think I will.”

 You walk over to Astrid and she whinnies for you. Astrid loves to be groomed, so you start brushing her golden coat and mane. She has a white starburst shape on his forehead, which you alway pet when you’re finished. After Astrid is properly brushed, you walk over to grab her saddle and bridle but see that Levi is already holding it for you.

“I’m told this is yours. Mathieu said I should get her ready for you,” he says nonchalantly.

“No, I can take it from here, thanks,” you say coldly as you grab the saddle from Levi. He watches as you put the blanket on Astrid’s back, then walks away to meet Mathieu. 

“Not even a ‘thank you’,” you complain, as you heave the heavy saddle on top of the blanket. Once it’s strapped on tightly, you ride out of the barn and see Mathieu putting Levi to work already, cleaning out the horse stalls. The breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you ride Astrid out into the meadow, first at a trot, then faster as you get further from the barn. 

You ride out past your house and around to the other side of Mirror Lake. Small white flowers dot the countryside, like a halo around the water. You decide to take your shoes off and walk on the grass; it always has a way of soothing you. Talking and thinking about Martin this morning put you in a melancholy mood, and you’re embarrassed that you cried in front of Levi. Most people would say that you’re an amicable and cheerful person; however, you often feel sad, lonely, and empty. Why did you let your mask slip for those few moments? Now Levi probably thinks you’re some overly-emotional woman.

You laugh to yourself: there you go, overthinking things again. Levi probably hasn’t given you a second thought. And who cares what he thinks? 

Astrid breaks you out of your thoughts by pushing you with her muzzle, almost as if she could sense your feelings. You turn to smile at her and pet her forehead. “If only people could be as simple to understand as horses.” 

When you arrive back at Mathieu's, you notice that a few older men have gathered around the training pen. You lead Astrid over to meet them and see that they’re talking to Levi while they watch a dark, wild-looking horse. 

“I’m telling you, Levi, it’s a lost cause. I named this one Demon for a reason. He won’t let anyone near him,” Mathieu says.

Another man chimes in. “He was taken away from his mother too soon and abused by his previous owner. He doesn’t trust any human that I’ve seen. I don’t know why you’ve even kept him this long.”

“He’s too beautiful to get rid of. If I could just tame him, he’d make an excellent race horse.”

Demon was a beautiful stallion. He had a black coat as dark as the blackest night, which looked dark blue when the light hit it just right, a long mane that flowed down his neck, and dark, wild eyes. His muscles tensed as he galloped around the training pen - a formidable threat to anyone who dared approach him.

Levi looks at Demon, determination growing in his eyes. “If I can tame this horse in three days, will you give me a job?”

All the men laugh, Mathieu the loudest of all. “If you can do that, not only will I give you a job, but I’ll give you the damn horse.”

Levi climbs over the fence and looks at Demon on the other side of the pen. He slowly starts walking toward the horse, eyes locked on him and arms at his side in surrender. Demon flattens his ears and stomps the ground, as if warning Levi to stay away, but he continues to move forward. He’s saying something to the horse; it’s too low and quiet for you to hear, but you see Demon’s ear perk. Levi gets just close enough to touch his mane, which he begins to pet gently. The group is holding their breath.

Suddenly, Demon rears up and knocks Levi down hard on the ground. The men laugh.

“Levi, I thought you had him there for a minute,” Mathieu jokes, slapping his friend on the back, “didn’t you?”

Levi stands up and dusts himself off. “I’ve got three days. It’s not over yet,” and he walks out of the pen.

You notice that his limp is worse than usual, so when he walks by, you place a hand on his shoulder. “Are you ok? You’re limping pretty badly.”

He shrugs your hand off. “I’m fine,” he answers in a short, annoyed tone as he walks to the barn.

——- ✶ ——-

That evening, Levi silently eats as everyone else talks about their day. You came back home after the first time he was knocked over by Demon, but you’re guessing by his attitude that he wasn’t successful that afternoon either.

When dinner is finished, Levi goes to his room without saying a word.

“I don’t know if I like that new guy,” Max remarks as he sits down in the parlor. “He’s rude, don’t you think? I mean, he won’t even pretend to have a conversation with us.”

“He’s new around here. Give him some time to adjust,” you defend, but you have your own misgivings. Initially, you found his silence mysterious and intriguing, but now you wonder if he’s just being rude. You’re not really sure how to read this man.

——- ✶ ——-

The next morning, Levi is up even earlier than you are. You see him coming back from a morning jog as you finish up feeding the chickens and since it seems like he’s busy with an exercise routine, you decide to not greet him. You’re just putting some scones in the oven when he comes in. Sweat is running down his neck and chest, and he lifts up his shirt to wipe off his face. You can’t help but notice his toned chest but quickly turn away. He moves next to you and takes a glass to pour some water. 

“Good morning, Catherine,” he says, then takes a drink of water.

“‘Morning,” you reply, taking some cream out of the icebox. You resolve to be cordial. “Nice time of day to exercise. Is this part of your routine or” - 

You turn around and notice he’s already left the kitchen. 

That evening is the same routine: dinner in silence and then straight to his room without a word. 

——- ✶ ——-

On the third day, you decide to go to Mathieu’s, mainly to check on Astrid, but you also want to see if Levi has tamed Demon. You’d guessed from his behavior of late that he hasn’t, but you also wonder if Levi is just perpetually grumpy. You’re not the only one who is curious: word has spread about the mysterious stranger who is attempting to tame this devil incarnate, and when you arrive at the stables, a crowd has gathered. Even Max and Luka are there, which surprises you.

“I bet Luka fifty crowns he won’t tame it,” Max says, leaning on the training pen fence.

“I didn’t even know you guys were interested in this.” 

“I was raised around horses, like most of us have here and I’ve known Mathieu for a long time. He said he’s never seen Levi’s style of horse taming. He’s barely even tried to get on Demon these last few days. He just…stays in the pen with him. Looks like the most he’s been able to do is get a bridle on.”

You had enough familiarity with horses to know that most trainers in this part of the world tamed a horse essentially by ‘breaking’ them - bending the horse to their will. What Levi is doing - well, you’d never seen it before.

Levi stands in the middle of the training pen, rope in hand. Demon runs around the circumference of the pen and when he stops, Levi walks slowly over. You can tell that Demon is more comfortable with Levi’s presence, so much so that Levi is able to put a rope around the horse’s hindquarters. He holds this rope in his right hand and takes the bridle already on Demon in his left. Demon objects at first by shaking his head side to side, but Levi has control and he uses the bridle and rope to guide Demon around the pen. 

After Demon runs around the pen a few times with guidance, Levi drops the rope and grabs a saddle blanket hanging on the fence.

“Here it comes…he’s gonna try and saddle him,” Luka comments.

Levi again approaches Demon, who snorts and then paws the dirt. He lifts the blanket up, and although Demon twitches, he doesn’t run away when Levi gently puts it on his back. Someone has moved the saddle closer to their location, so Levi grabs the saddle from the fence and with the slowest of movement, places it on top of the blanket. It’s a simple training saddle with only one strap, so Levi carefully latches it around Demon’s belly. 

The crowd is silent, almost as if they are holding their breath in expectation. Levi grabs the horn of the saddle and puts his foot in the stirrup. Demon protests and moves just a bit as Levi balances himself on one stirrup and lifts his body off the ground. A few seconds pass, and then Levi hoists his other leg over, his hands on the reins. Again Demon whinnies in protest, but doesn’t run or buck. Levi uses the reins to guide Demon into a trot, his concentration totally on Demon and his body movements.

The crowd is in stunned silence, knowing that any loud noises might spook the horse and endanger Levi. He rides Demon around the pen a few times then brings him to a halt to get off. As he exits the pen, he receives cheers and pats on the back and he walks over to Mathieu.

“So I’ve got the job?”

“I’ll say! I’ve never seen anyone tame a horse like that. How’d you do it?” Mathieu asks quizzically.

“I gained his trust by respecting his power, not by breaking it. Once he knew that, he let me ride him. It’s all about mutual trust and communication.”

“Well, I’m a man of my word, Levi. The job and the horse are yours,” he puts out his hand, which Levi shakes. 

“I’ll take the job for now. The horse…we can talk about later. I still have a lot of work to do with him.”

The crowd begins to disperse but you hear them remark about Levi’s skill. You’re also impressed. When Levi was working with Demon he was patient and attentive. Of course any animal (or human for that matter) would want to be treated that way. 

——- ✶ ——-

All anyone can talk about at dinner is Levi’s triumph over Demon. Luka updates everyone on what happened at the stables, as Levi quietly eats. 

“And to top it all off - Max owes me fifty crowns,” Luka goads.

Max squints. “I don’t think we ever shook on that..”

Patrick leans back in his chair. “That’s impressive, Levi. You obviously have extensive experience working with horses.” 

“Where I’m from, it’s important to bond with the horse in order to use them in battle. But Demon was a particularly challenging horse. It took me longer than I expected to gain his trust.”

“Horses can sense if people are trustworthy or not, so you must be a pretty good guy,” Max says jovially. “I guess I had you pegged wrong,” he smirks.

——- ✶ ——-

As Luka and Albert do dishes, you go outside to get some night air. You hear someone walk up and sit beside you. 

Both of you sit in silence for a few moments.

“I think I owe you an apology.”

You turn to look at Levi, his profile illuminated by the setting sun. 

“You helped me get this job and I haven’t even thanked you. That, and when you asked me how I was, I pushed you away,” he sighs, then looks at you. “It’s not easy for me to accept help from others and I let my pride get the best of me. I can…also be a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

You feign being shocked. “You? An asshole? Whatever do you mean?” You say in a sarcastic tone. 

He grins and lets out a silent chuckle.

That’s the second smile you’ve gotten out of him.

“I think I might be better at communicating with horses than I am with people.”

“Then I guess we found the perfect job for you,” you smile at him. 

Maybe Levi isn’t such a bad guy after all.

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[bornforastorm]

okay marley beat me to number 8 but let the record reflect i also wanted to read about number 8.

#16 because i love the idea of a ham/perry hookup

#19 ohohohohoho~ #39 ohohohohoho (nervous)

ooohhohoho okeeyyyy

first of all: a DIFFERENT part of mash 3, just for you my dear friend:

At the 4077th he’d said he planned to go into family medicine, like his dad. Repeat customers, scraped knees, the odd bad tonsil. No more being wrist deep in guts. He hadn’t thought about what it might mean to this community to have a good cutter practicing. Appendixes, broken bones, gallbladder infections. He could really do some good here as a surgeon. 

He thinks it over on his damp walk home, carrying his bag of liquor up in his arms.

The guys at the university hospital in Spruce Harbor are okay, as he recalls— except for Goofus, who runs things. But none of them are really specialists. None of them know how to replace a valve or patch a bowel. They send people to Boston. Boston is too far away, and too expensive, for most of the folks in Crabapple Cove. 

Maybe it would be good to get back to the kind of doctoring he knows how to do so well. The thing he really does.

Just not quite yet. 

Not while the sight of blood still makes him mildly queasy and numb. Before he was drafted, he had just started working at the university hospital in Spruce Harbor, and even then he’d found it depressingly backwater after med school in New York and residency in Chicago. What a waste of his talents, he’d thought then, to be stuck in small town Maine. So even though he’d bought a house and started his career, he’d always intended to get back to the big city, to the heat of it. But he hadn’t done a single surgery before he’d been forced to leave for Korea. 

He doesn’t know if surgery in Spruce Harbor would make him any less sick than it did in Korea. Worse, he doesn’t know if surgery in Spruce Harbor would bore him. 

It’s something to think about. 

Back home, he stops thinking about it. He eats lunch, takes a nap, and cracks open the bottle of scotch. It remains raining for the whole day and then some, soaking everything to the bone. Hawkeye sits in the armchair in the living room, warm and dry, and tries not to think about how wet and miserable he’d be with rain like this in Korea. They didn’t call it the Swamp for nothing. It flooded. 

It’s still raining when a knock at the front door rouses him from his reveries— and from the buzz of too much scotch. He wanders to the front of the house, taking his time. Anybody fool enough to be out in this downpour deserves to get wet, he thinks sourly. He’s in his robe and his socks and doesn’t think for a second of getting dressed before opening the door. 

Opening the door shuts his brain down. 

It’s Trapper out there, soaked through with his hair plastered to his forehead, breathing hard, spewing water with every huffed breath. He looks tired, sure, but that’s familiar enough. Seeing him now, in slacks and a blue shirt clinging to his chest, Hawkeye realizes he’s never really seen Trapper in civilian clothes. Not like this. This is miles away from hawaiian shirts in Tokyo. 

Hawkeye looks at him all over, noting familiar things. His watch, for example. The chain that shows under his shirt, like maybe he’s still wearing his tags. 

Hawkeye breathes, “John?” 

“Hawk.” The way Trapper wraps around that word is enough to wreck a man. 

Hawkeye’s brain starts back up with a grinding of gears. Trapper is here. Here on his doorstep. Wet from soaking rain, no umbrella. He ran through the rain to be here. 

“Isn’t this a little cliche?” 

16 pete n' ham: “Ham,” Perry moans, “christ.” 

He should have known that a little affection and Perry would cave. That all it would take would be a few kind words and a soft touch, and next thing you know he had Perry in his lap. It’s ungainly, it’s awkward, Perry still has one leg reaching down to brace on the floor. But his body is awfully close to Hamilton’s, and his hands are on his collarbone and in his hair. 

Slowly, Hamilton starts to undo Perry’s buttons. One at a time. Perry shudders. He curves inwards, which puts his face dangerously close. So Ham kisses him. Catches his mouth before Perry can move away. A noise like a gasp comes from Perry, and Ham rolls them, moving Perry so he’s flat on his back on the sofa. Perry’s hand against Hamilton’s collarbone tightens in his shirt and pulls him close again, kissing him hungrily. His mouth is warm, and wet, and sweet with bourbon, and Hamilton licks it up. 

He wants so much from Perry Mason, unfortunately. Certainly this will complicate their working relationship. But it seems so unimportant now, when Perry is panting under him and struggling with Ham’s suspenders while Hamilton nimbly unbuckles his belt. 

“What do you want, Mason?” Hamilton purrs.

“I, uh-- I want... “ He swallows hard as Ham puts a hand down his trousers and grabs. “Oh christ, I don’t know. I don’t know. I want… I want whatever you want.” 

His voice is shaking. He means it, if the hardness under Ham’s palm is anything to go by. But there’s something else too. Something that might be panic, or… simple insecurity.

Ham softens. “Do you know what the options are, Perry?” Perry shrugs and shakes his head and nods all at once. It’s funny. “I’ll go easy on you.” 

Perry nods and swallows again. 

“Kick off your shoes. We’ll do it right.” Perry does as he’s told. Hamilton carefully peels off the rest of his clothes, taking his time brushing sleeves down arms and pushing up his undershirt over his stomach. He peppers Perry with light, teasing kisses. One on that tattoo on his bicep. One on the scar on his chest. One carefully placed just below his belly button. That one causes Perry to shudder. How satisfying. 

Hamilton pauses to take off his own shirt and to wriggle out of his trousers with as much grace as he can muster. Perry’s hands linger over his shoulders, then tentatively find a hold on Hamilton’s upper thighs as Ham clambers over him again.

“Oh god,” Perry moans, his back arching. His hand on Ham’s shoulder tightens. Ham continues his ministrations, stroking firmly, mouthing at the corner of Perry’s jaw. He can feel Perry’s heartbeat in his throat. 

Then Perry says the wrong name as he comes. 

Christ, Hamilton thinks, has there ever been a sadder man than Perry Mason? Can’t even fuck a guy without it being a tragedy.

19. Blackmail (I think this is probably not what you hoped): Perry spots it right away as they sift through the pictures. Paul and Della are scanning through for themselves, for Hamilton, for anyone they know personally. They don’t pick out the picture of Pete. Perry does. 

Because it’s also a picture of him. This is blackmail fodder against him. This picture of Pete and him having dinner at some dive, Perry can barely remember which. They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder at the rail of the patio, half finished meals in front of them, a few too many empty glasses shining with lingering droplets of whiskey. Perry is smiling, which is more than could be said of him in the other pictures. He’s smiling and loose and Perry isn’t sure if he’s ever seen himself this way. He rarely feels like the man in the picture looks. The man in the picture is a stranger to him. A happy stranger. A comfortable stranger.

Pete meanwhile is leaning against the rail with his chin propped up on one hand. He’s looking at Perry with complete attention, and god… the look on his face. Soft and sweet as syrup. Even though he’s not the focus of the picture, and his face is a little hazy, Perry can see his expression and it strikes like lightning. 

Perry can’t for the life of him remember where they were when this was taken, or when. But he remembers what they were talking about. King Kong, that godforsaken movie. Perry had taken Teddy to disastrous results, and Pete had taken his oldest boy, and of course they’d loved it. Perry can almost figure exactly when this picture was taken. He’d been complaining about the violence, the animals fighting each other, the blood, and Perry not quite able to figure out how they’d done it.

“It’s animated,” Pete said to him with amusement, half a laugh behind his patient explanation. Dumb ol’ Perry, at it again. “They move the figures and film it and then speed it up.”

“I guess.” Perry frowned. He understood technically, but it didn’t soothe him at all. It’s not that it was all that realistic exactly— he’d seen apes and lizards in a zoo in London after the war— but it was horrible. It scared him, right in his guts. 

Pete clearly was not so affected. “It’s like playing with dolls.” 

Perry had shaken his head. “It’s not like dolls. Did you ever play that violently with dolls?” 

“Sure,” Pete shrugged. “When I wasn’t making them screw each other.” 

And Perry had laughed and smiled and looked away, and Pete had put his chin in his hand. 

And the photo was taken.

Perry has, of course, never seen the pair of them from an outside perspective. He doesn’t even think he has a picture of Pete anywhere in his life. It seems shocking now, to realize it. Pete exists in his life without evidence. No photographs, no letters. Nothing but this right now. This picture of Pete looking at him with such warmth, such gentleness, such allowance. 

Christ, Perry thinks. This is how he looks at me? Is that how I look at him? 

39 stare wares (remind me to just send you this whole google doc actually bc I will never publish this thing anywhere but I do think the bones of it aren't bad):

Weeks pass, and Finn stays unconscious, and Poe's headaches return with a vengeance. The first headache had been after a night of drinking with Snap and Jess, and so he hadn’t thought about it as anything more than a particularly bad hangover. But when it stays, when it gets worse, he curses it as whatever illness or whatever he had after Jakku. A returning something that won’t let him rest. Sometimes the headaches are hardly more than a throb and he can handle them with pain capsules and a lot of water, but sometimes they're nearly incapacitating. He can't fly when they're that bad. He can hardly get out of bed. He talks to the medics while he’s visiting Finn, and they do tests, but they aren't sure what's wrong. They give him pain tablets and tell him to drink lots of water, which he’s already doing. But eventually, nothing helps. When they’re as bad as they can be, he goes to bed. And when his headaches are bad, his nightmares are worse. Darkness, pain, the screeching howl of Tie fighters, the smell of smoke and ozone. And something dark and looming, a ghoul who is always present, digging digging digging into his head. It’s terrible, but then the nightmares pass and his headaches lessen, and he gets back to work. 

Maybe, he thinks, this is a side effect of First Order torture. Some injury from all the beatings and injections that have left his head in bad shape. His bruises aren’t healing as quickly as they used to, or as quickly as they should. These things are probably related, he tells himself. They must be.

“Poe!” A voice hollers from across the hangar. “Poe!” 

It takes him a moment to find the source, but then he does and it’s Finn. Finn! Out of medical and awake and most importantly, running toward him at full speed. This is so much more than he had ever expected. Up and walking already--

“Finn!” 

“Poe! Poe Dameron!” 

Finn crashes into him with a bruising hug. Poe thinks for a moment that he might explode for joy, it's so good to see Finn again. But then his head gives a miserable ache. The bruise at his temple from their first meeting hasn't even faded yet. He tries to brush the pain away, because Finn is here. He's here and he's alive and awake and on his feet, and they're both laughing. 

And then Finn is holding his elbows with his big warm hands, and looking at Poe like he's never seen anything better. 

"Finn--" He doesn't get any more words out because Finn is kissing him. It's sloppy and unpracticed, but passionate and true. Poe's heart skips nearly out of his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re alright!” Finn says, then kisses him again. “I’m so glad to see you!” His head stabs then and without thinking, he pushes Finn away. The look on Finn's face nearly breaks his heart.

"I'm sorry, Poe, I, uh--" Finn lowers his head.

"No, Finn, it's not that. I--" Poe forces a smile, running a hand through his hair. "That was great. It's just..." His head. His splitting headache... He can't think. He can't. "It's just that..." And Finn is so young. He doesn't know what he wants. He can't. Poe was just the first person he came across. It can't be real. He’s not good enough for Finn. "You don't know what you want. I don't..." And meanwhile Poe can't breathe. His head hurts too badly, and his stomach is doing flips that don't feel like the good flips he usually gets around Finn. "I don't want you to feel obligated."

He's dizzy. When he looks at Finn, he can see his furrowed brow. Hurt maybe, or confused, or worried... Usually Poe is good at reading expressions, but now he feels like he can hardly see, let alone do anything else. Everything seems far away. 

"Obligated?" 

"Like you have to... or... I mean there are lots of other people out there." Is he sweating? He feels hot, too hot. 

"Poe..."

But he can't hear whatever Finn says next because of his head. It's screaming at him. He can hear himself screaming. He's not sure what's happening. His mouth tastes like blood again. There's a hand on his arm, and he can only barely see it. The edges of his vision get dark.

"Finn." He wants to grab onto Finn and never let go. It feels like the only thing that will keep him from shattering into a million pieces. The screaming gets louder, and under the screaming Poe can hear something else. Something worse. What is it? "Finn, I--" His body rebels and he pitches over, his knees collapsing. Maybe the screams are coming out of him now. His head is cracking open. With the screaming outside of him, his insides are full of the worse sound. It's the rasping breath of Kylo Ren. Inside him. The breath and his growl of a voice. Asking him, prying from him, digging around inside him until he doesn't know himself any more. Until all he can do is scream.

It's that demon of the First Order. He never really escaped. There's still a hold on him, and now it's killing him. 

[coffee-n-ocs]

Onyx Soul: Mayor Shelley Tatum, Ghost (2001)

The mayor of Gravesend, and a former human who died in the 50s. Somehow he always gets re-elected.

"I run this town, no one does anything unless I tell them to, am I clear?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Shelley Oakley Loreto Tatum First Name: Shelley Meaning: From an English surname that was originally derived from a place name meaning 'Clearing on a bank' in Old English Pronunciation: SHEHL-ee Origin: English Middle Name(s): Oakley, Loreto Meaning(s): Oakley: From an English surname that was from various place names meaning 'Oak clearing' in Old English Loreto: From the name of a town in Italy, originally called 'Lauretum' in Latin, meaning 'Laurel grove' Pronunciation: OK-lee, lo-REH-to Origin: English. Spanish, Italian Surname: Tatum Meaning: Variant of 'Tatham', from the name of the town of Tatham in Lancashire, itself from the Old English given name 'Tata', of unknown meaning, combined with 'Ham' meaning 'Home, Settlement' Pronunciation: TAY-tem Origin: English Aliases: None Nicknames: Shelly, Shel, Oak-Tree, Lori Titles: Mr, Mayor

Characteristics

Age: 34 (Permanently) [Technically 85] Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns Race: Ghost (Former Human) Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Birth Date: 7th January 1916 (Died: 14th Feb 1950) Sexuality: Straight Religion: Atheist Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, Latin Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Capricorn Face Claim: Mark Lamarr

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Somewhere in England Current Residence: Gravesend Have They Been Beyond The Veil: Yes, but has never gone back through the veil

Appearance

Height: 6'1" / 186 cm Weight: Technically weightless Eye Colour: Black (Were Blue when alive) Hair Colour: Black Hair Dye: None Body Hair: [Data Redacted] (He can't remove the clothes he died in) Facial Hair: Clean Shaven Tattoos: [Data Redacted] Piercings: None Scars: Bullet wound through his heart, hole straight through his chest where it went through (Usually hidden by his clothes) Clothing Style: Permanently wearing the suit he died in

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker (died with a cigarette in his mouth) Illnesses/Disorders: None [Dead, but that doesn't count] Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Cannot eat

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Gravesend Ghosts Friends: Maria Brooklyn, Dale Chesley, Parris Marshall, Raphael Hex, Lacy Channing Enemies: Navy Carson-Harlow Mentor: None Significant Other: None Previous Partners: Ada Byron (R.I.P, Former Lover) Parents: Edward Tatum (R.I.P, Father), Marigold Tatum (R.I.P, Mother, Née Gould) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Edward Tatum Jr. (R.I.P, Brother) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Mayor, Politician Tropes: (Purely Speculative)

Barred From The Afterlife: Due to being murdered, and it going unsolved, Mayor Tatum is barred from entering any sort of afterlife or reincarnation

Dead Person Conversation: Literally any time a living being talks to him, it counts as this

Demonic Possession: He may not be a demon, but in Gravesend, every ghost can possess living beings

Ectoplasm: A side-effect of being possessed is that you end up with a mouth full of ectoplasm 'goo'

Electromagnetic Ghosts: every ghost in Gravesend can mess with electronics

Fearless Undead: Because he can't die twice, Mayor Tatum has no fear of anything

Ghastly Ghost: Acts malevolent towards Navy, especially when she asks questions

The Ghost King: A Mayor, but still is the highest authority in the town

Ghostly Chill: As with all ghosts in Gravesend, he makes everyroom he enters extremely cold

Glowing Eyelights of Undeath

Haunted House: Lives in one, making it haunted

Jacob Marley Apparel: wears the suit he died in

Monochrome Apparition: black and white ghost

Poltergeist: All ghosts in Gravesend have this ability

Undeathly Pallor: His skin is literally as white as it gets

Unfinished Business: Is still around due to being murdered

[angelhummel]

Sort of a weird and random question but what do you think the glee characters’ weapon of choice would be

Oooohohohohoho that's a fun one. I actually made a Clue au post a while back where all my faves had a weapon assigned to them. So definitely check that out for one answer. But those are better for a quick surprise kill. So if we're talking about fighting...

Obviously we know what Kurt's is already

I still want Tina to have an axe bc

Plus she just deserves to chop into some bitches idc. Let her spill a little blood. As a treat?

I want Brittany to have one of those spiky balls on a chain like the girl in Kill Bill. The way Brittany twirls around and throws food during the food fight? Exactly that but with a flail

Puck canonically participates in knife fights/owns knives BUT also has nunchucks so... He can go ham with either of those his knife in s3 was fake but we see him with a real knife in s1 and s5 so

Hm maybe Santana should still have a dagger. You don't even know she has beef with you until it's too late. Sidles up to you all sweet just to poke a lil artery in your neck and watch you bleed out. She was also voted most like to poison someone (love that that was a category you could vote on at their school) but no I think that'd be TOO subtle for her. She'd want to spill blood and would want you to know she's the one that did you in

For Mercedes I would sayyy sword?? Like she's all "haha I'm not good at 1v1 combat I'm not moving park and bark etc" but she gets a sword in her hand and she's swinging it like you wouldn't believe. Plus it's dramatic and classic. Love it

Finn's are brass knuckles bc he's a punk bitch that's gonna jump you instead of giving you a fair fight

Mike.... I would like him to have a bow and arrow. He's super stealthy about it, you never hear him coming bc he's way over there. Could also see Quinn with the bow and arrow but she's also just as likely to yank the arrow out of you and stab you with it until it breaks/she knows you're dead

Kitten Kitty with a whip. Also semi canon bc her supersona had one. Plus it's dramatic and unexpected and she could fuck a bitch right up with it

Sam... I would like to see him launching a spear at someone. He's got the arms for it

Unique should have a Japanese war fan. Kind of a defensive weapon but very very dramatic

Blaine would have a rapier bc we know he's into fencing and that kind of fits the bill. Plus he would be all "we must have an honorable duel about this" but of course he also ends up going ham by the end of the fight. He also deserves it <3

I think Artie should have a harpoon gun. No reason, I just think he deserves it

I'll give Jake a war hammer. I think he'll have fun with it. Bonking people left and right as he rides through the battle on his noble steed (razor scooter)

Marley would use poison and feel really bad about it :( But she wouldn't want to get her hands dirty

Really want Rachel to have a flamethrower. No subtly, just melting your face off. She'd be so cute with it uwu she deserves to have some fun!

[ashtxeman]

OH MAN, I LOVE THIS SHIT. LET'S GO ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Thanks for tagging, Suki! You have made my morning and also resurrected my Tumblr

1) Top three ships

I thought I'd know three immediately but I actually had to dig through my brain for these..

Glass Joe x Von Kaiser - HYUHUHU YEAH, starting with the best. If Glass Soldier (or Gingerbread for the more refined) isn't just the greatest ship in the world ever I don't know what is. I LOVE. OLD MAN GAY BOXER YAOI. RAAGGHH.

Baby Bronco x Emmet Ellis - SHOCKER. More homosexuals, you can never go wrong with them. I'm a massive fan of 60 Parsecs and if you coop up two men, a himbo and a nerd, in a spaceship with only each other for comfort, I will be straight on it (ironic). GAY AND HAPPY IN SPACE. ALSO PLAY 60 PARSECS!!!

Third ones gotta be cringe because I am cringe and I am free, God bless..

Matt x Shaggy - This one definitely comes from the violent FNF fixation I had around 2020-2021, but hell if I didn't love a good crossover ship I'd be lying. If JOHNNY BRAVO AND SAMURAI JACK can function happily, SO CAN THE MII AND THE SCOOBY DOO CHARACTER.

2) First ever ship

Most definitely Fluttershy x Discord from MLP. I was a massive fan of Daughter of Discord to the point where I could quote it word for word AND I watched the show only to see those two together. They are PERFECT.

3) Last Song

I rewatched Mystery Skulls Animated lately to see my babygirl Arthur so you know it had to be Freaking Out (by Mystery Skulls). Banger, all Mystery Skulls songs are, check them out!

4) Last Movie

Very convenient I went and watched the FNAF movie for a SECOND time last night. IT'S A BANGER. I love it. Matthew Lillard best man ever.

5) Currently Reading

I don't read, I'm a Gen Z'er with a millisecond attention span. But I suppose the last thing I did read was A Christmas Carol. Only thing keeping me attached to it is inferring the secret gay love story between Marley and Scrooge.

6) Currently Watching

Invincible AND The Boys/Gen V, alongside each other. Two incredible, gorey superhero series that I love to death. Just for fun, favourite Invincible character is currently Angstrom, favourite The Boys character is Frenchie, and favourite Gen V character is Emma. :]

7) Currently Consuming

Earl Grey Tea and a panini with Easter European ham yummers!!

8) Currently Craving

Greggs steak bake, extra yummers!!

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Funny that most of the people I wanna know better have already done this! But, @glassjoemybeloved I'm trying to revive you COME BACK.

I legit just woke up and imma do something that requires I use my brain yay: 9 people you wanna get to know better

Thanks for the tag @matchamabs lmao

1) Top three ships

Ya know ironically, despite the name, I don't do a lot of Canon x Canon ships. But I do have 3 for Punch Out specifically.

Carmen x Don: This one is pretty standard, like it's THE ship man, cmon. Bless pur dorky Spanish couple they deserve it

Hondo x Hugger: these two work both romantically and platonically and they're the absolute best. Like I love them so-

Bull x Soda: I think this was the ship that I was really really sold on. Like Gingerbread and Aradon? Cute but I was never sold on em, but these two fuckers? Hell to the yeah!

2) First ever ship

If it ain't obvious it was Sukiper. This was a combo ship between two characters from trolls cause yeah I was into it when I was younger, like 11 years old. DJ Suki and Cooper were my OTP, I loved em.

3) Last Song

Willow's Theme from Angry Birds Stella POP! Such a nice theme honestly, very tranquil. Also yeah I listen to Video Game OST's

4) Last Movie

Matilda, the 1996 one. It is my absolute fave adaption of a movie, and it just makes me feel so happy when I watch it. Used to watch it heaps as a Kid

5) Currently Reading

Eh, i don't read a lot. I guess it'd be the last thing I read which was Hound of the Baskervilles

6) Currently Watching

Chicago Series (Med, Fire, PD)

7) Currently Consuming

Nothing, had breakfast though, it was Milo and Buttered Toast 8) Currently Craving

Pork with Honey Soy Garlic sauce and Rice. Banger combo man

@yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo @ashtxeman @lazypastry @upperhug @lukasdoodle @anotherwvba @wvbaandtheboys @tikiss @sweetzdreamyzblog

Sorry if you;ve been tagged in this already lol

[crystal-tit]

SSO characters playing TF2 because why not

Alright so here's the post I needed some characters for. Sorry if this disappoints you but it was just such a funny idea in my head.

Syntax

Pyro and Scout main. They play either casual and hang out with friendlies or go absolute ham in competitive. They have every inch of maps memorised and are very effective at Spy checking.

Evergray

It's been 20 years since he had to abandon computers and his favourite game Team Fortress Classic (and the Team Fortress mod on Quake). He finds out the game got a sequel. Time to play his favourite class – the civilian. He's gone. He's absolutely devastated.

Avalon

He would play the TFC with Evergray before he went off to Pandoria on computers that they had in secret because back then druids were strictly against computers. After Evergray left, he would still play the game and now he's absolutely cracked at it compared to Evergray and he's so smug about it. He's great at playing Spy, landing a great amount of trick stabs.

Mario

He plays Sniper mostly. Looking through the scope reminds him of the observatory and since he's so far back from the battle he doesn't have to interact with people much. He doesn't really change up the hats (because he would look too not ordinary) but he does have several weapon loadouts he switches between.

Kora

She doesn't play it but has it installed on her laptop that she has for communication reasons because it's the only thing that shuts Beeper up sometimes. Yeah, he is trained but sometimes he just screeches until he gets to jump on the keyboard and he's somehow very good at it. And he also keysmashes into the chat. Kora doesn't understand why he likes it so much.

Sonja & Emma

They're both Medic mains and prefer playing Mann vs Machine since that game mode is just much more chill compared to the others. They discuss good strategies and who to Über together. They form a really nice duo in game and are very nice to the team mates.

Luciana

She doesn't play the game but she has read the comics because she wants to understand what her friends talk about at least slightly. Her favourite character is Merasmus and her favourite comic is Bombinomicon because of Demoman's backstory.

Rowan

Hardcore Scout and Soldier main. They're brave and unafraid to rush into a situation. You don't even realise how they appear into the situation. Has the best weapon loadouts and some of them are like very rare.

Alonso

I can't imagine him as anything other than a Medic main. He likes helping his team mates and makes sure everyone is healed properly before and during the game. Says gg every time the round ends.

Bonny

She can play all the classes pretty okay but she's a master at Engineer. She knows all the best locations to place the dispenser, sentry, etc. She can adapt to the situation quickly and is a great asset to the team.

Carney, Marley, Barney and Courtney

Derek

He doesn't play TF2 but he is familar with the characters because he uses SFM to make posters and animations! He really enjoys playing with the lighting, models, etc.

They always play the same class. I don't mean this as in they each main a character, I mean this as in they always try to match. They have matching loadouts on all the classes (only varying in colours) and people dislike how little diversity they bring to the team but somehow they just make it work. Somehow the team is 4 Heavies, 1 Medic and 1 Scout and somehow they still win. They became some sort of TF2 cryptids this way.

Justin

He has a LOT of hours on the game. He doesn't have a main, he just presses the random class button and then goes into spectator mode. He only watches the other people play and doesn't participate at all. He just stands there at spawn, looking at what others are doing. He has so little achievements which he himself doesn't know how he got.

[darkmagickingdom]

I want to write a little fic where the villains put on a performance of A Christmas Carol but idk how I’d actually write it

I’ll think over it, I think it would be a cute little treat as a holiday special. Maybe the guards came up with the idea and the villains were actually cool with it because most of them are theater kids anyway. 

Hades is cast as Christmas Past, and he just hams it up the whole way through. Yzma as Scrooge just snuffs out his hair in the final scene of his and he’s just like “wow, rude” and vanishes

Carys is cast as kid Scrooge, Cruella as younger adult Scrooge, and Yzma as old Scrooge. Yzma has a little too much fun yelling at the other cast members during rehearsal. 

Oogie’s Christmas Present and absolutely kills it. Lock and Shock tag along as Ignorance and Want, and Oogie just unzips his bag and turns into a pile of bugs and scatters for dramatic effect at the end of his scene. He’s super proud of Lock and Shock also

Everyone pretty much unanimously votes the Horned King as Christmas Future, and Maleficent keeps telling him he’s not being ominous enough during rehearsal. He’s just like “If I were to become any more ominous, I would frighten the audience to death” and she’s like “good, do it”

Sam is Tiny Tim. Facilier is Bob Cratchit, Ursula’s Marley, Grimhilde is Belle and does such a good job at her final scene that Cruella gets legit upset and thinks she’s breaking up with her for real. Kronk is Fred partially because Yzma is Scrooge but also because it’s just a good role for him. 

[grayscaleskies]

Oh they went ham with the design of Yet to Come's hand one point for the movie

-GIVE TOM HIS SOUP BACK

-If they don't do Thank You Very Much I will riot

-THIS. FUCKING. DOG. FINDS. THE. COFFIN. THIS. EARLY. THAT SPOILS THE ENTIRE GOD DAMN REVEAL FUCK THIS DOG I HATE PRUDENCE

-OH THANK GOD THE SONG IS HERE it's autotuned to hell like the rest of this movie but it is genuinely nice to listen to! Non Soup Tom gets rights

-The visions of stuff we've seen again feels like I'm being spoonfed the movie it's like it doesn't trust the audience to understand ANYTHING unless it is in front of your face

-There is not enough buildup/foreshadowing for me to believe for a second that this Scrooge would care that much that Tiny Tim is dead it feels so forced and awkward 😭

-SCROOGE. IS SUPPOSED TO BE ALONE WITH HIS LITERAL GRAVE AND DEATH INCARNATE WHY ARE THERE SO MANY EXTRA USELESS CHARACTERS HERE

-I despise the fairies almost as much as Prudence they keep ruining the gravity of scenes with absolutely nonsense I hate them

-Wow a grave reveal with his name...too bad we already saw his coffin with his name LIKE 5 MINUTES AGO

-Marley like Ghost of Scrooge coming up from the grave is. Weird and again a bit on the nose but I don't hate it??? Cool design again

-Okay it's so weird that fear is now his only motivation for change but he ONLY cares about Tim living?? I call absolute bullshit on that

-NOT SCROOGE FALLING INTO A CIRCLE OF FIRE also we get it you animated some scenes you don't need to show us everytime you're too tired to come up with another scene idea this is getting old

My last post got long so ROUND TWO BABY

-OMFG THEY LITERALLY REMOVED 'IF LIFE WERE A WOMAN SHE WOULD BE MY WIFE' FROM THE SONG I'M SCREAMING they really said he's GAY gay

-Okay I hated I Like Life I'm sorry I'm probably just biased but it genuinely sounded off key for most of the song and I miss the deeper tones

-Okay now I'm frustrated the story is set in 1843 and sure not everything has to be entirely period accurate but they really gave it the Disney treatment of putting a ridiculous amount of modern looks/technology for. Seemingly no reason? Like it looks jarring

-Oh I really like Hela's design (Fred's wife)

-Very sad the party at Fred's is so short and we just get the speech it kinda kills the point of showing Scrooge

-I'm sorry but the dialogue in this movie. Who wrote this. It's so awkward to listen to I feel like I'm being told this story like I'm a child

-OKAY I ACTUALLY PREFER THIS VERSION OF 'ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY' Tiny Tim in the 1970 version could Not Sing but this actually sounds quite nice

-Maybe I'm picky but I believe Present saying that there are shadows of Tiny Tim's death is a really important line and I'm upset they removed it

-The moon becoming a red droning clock is pretty cool ngl

- PRESENT FUCKING. TURNS INTO YET TO COME???? WHAT???? THE FUCK????

-AND SO DO THE FUCKING FAIRY THINGS I STFG THIS MOVIE

-I LITERALLY THINK THIS YET TO COME DESIGN IS SUPER COOL WHY DID THEY HAVE PRESENT TURN INTO THEM LIKE THEY'RE THE SAME BEING WHY WHY WHY

-Thank God they still don't speak

-Super weird narrative choice to have Scrooge still being like 'I don't see why I have to change' at this point it kinda undermines the point if they only thing that gets him to change is fear for his death???

[avatarvyakara]

Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 229-240

“‘Tis the Season”

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229. Two-Timing

Peter celebrates Hanukkah. It's something he's expected for ages. MJ was the one who celebrated Christmas. Doing both was something they actually enjoyed. Compromise.

The Peter in this world—the perfect Peter—was Catholic. He celebrated Christmas with MJ and Aunt May. No need for compromise, just shared memories. And now Peter is dead, and Aunt May and MJ celebrate alone.

But not…well, not alone.

Because Peter will go and visit them. He will spend the morning with his MJ and Young May, and then in the afternoon he will visit Aunt May and Miles will pop around and the other MJ will likely be around with Young Ben. MJ, his MJ, proper MJ, knows this, and as soon as they find a way to stop the glitching she wants to come too. (But not yet. Peter still glitches. Gwen still glitches. Ham still glitches. He's allowed one last piece of protection for the woman he loves.)

Other MJ always asks him to pass the bread. Aunt May and Miles, who know the story, always pretend not laugh when she does. And they always record it, like Peter records Christmas at home, to share between the families.

It's a strange, jarring dynamic. It's more awkward for him than it is for them, trespassing on the life of the perfect Peter, sitting where he sat. They get a memory of what once was. He gets a guilty reminder that he shouldn’t have this—not this him, anyway.

But he misses Aunt May, and she misses Peter (which Peter, that's the issue, that's always the issue, but they'll never bring it up), and he'll never say no to Miles.

Compromise.

230. Bonus

"Aw, c'mon, Miguel!" urges Peter.

"Sorry, Porquito," says Miguel nonchalantly. "I don't sing."

"Makes sense," says Peni, equally nonchalant.

"Mm? Something to say, kid?"

"Not much. Just that I'm not baiting you."

"You're...not."

"Nope. Because if you really didn't want to sing you'd be explaining it gently to Ham, or you'd go home and Lyla would tell us off for asking. So it's just that you want to be persuaded. Which I'm not doing. Emphatically."

"Right. Which I wouldn't listen to anyway."

"Exactly."

Miguel's rendition of 'Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring' actually moves Aunt May to tears.

231. Abundance

Noir, Pauker, Parquagh, they're all from older times when food is scarcer. The sheer amount of available food that people consume in modern New York every day is a marvel already, but around the holidays? It's insane. It's an impossible luxury.

Which, because they are all working heroes, they take far too much advantage of.

(And because Miguel and Peni and Mayday’s Dad are all fairly well-off by Spider standards, they make sure their companions are well-fed. And as Pauker is literally the only person brave enough to try Ham’s Aunt May’s “world-famous casserole” and Noir actually likes Mercury-fried seaweed and Parquagh has seven siblings and two of their friends comprise ninety percent of the cluster’s tech support, there’s usually plenty of leftovers which accidentally seem to travel home with them without their asking or sometimes even knowing.)

232. Marley

Very well. We shall do this one last time, and that is all.

My name is Ebenezer Parker. I was bitten by a cursed spider from an ancient Hopi idol, and for seven years I have been the one and only Scion Spider. (Yes, I am aware. But Grandmother Spider, who is an aspect of God Himself and who wove the universe in Her webs, has deemed me her grandson and I shall not fail her.) I am certain you know the rest. I...went back to my moneylending business, basically did nothing with my powers for a long while aside from go on midnight runs across the San Francisco rooftops, learned the responsibility that real power commands, refused to use that power as a loophole not to have that responsibility, was visited by a spectre or three—

“You are all...alike to me?”

“Ohhhh no. No, no, nooo. We’re literally Scrooge here?”

“You’re Scrooge. I have a completely different bloodline, thank you very much.”

“Shut up, O’Hara.”

“Prithee, who might this Scrooge be?”

“Right, Shakespeare. Dickens is a while away yet for you, Parquagh. Basically the guy’s a jerk who gets scared into doing the right thing when he gets visited by ghosts of the past, present, and future.”

“Ah. So Time herself appears before him and bids him reconsider.”

“As we are apparently here to do ourselves. For whatever shocking reason.”

“Right. So. Benny, me ol’ piece of coal—”

“Why do you suddenly have a horrible Cockney accent, Parker? We’re in San Francisco.”

“Shut up, it’s for authenticity. Here’s what you gotta know...”

—and was basically shanghaied into becoming a vigilante. Odd, but, well...surprisingly fun.

233. Chick

Hida looks a lot like Peni’s mother, but she can’t be the same person at all. For one thing, she’s all of a year older than Peni. For another, she’s far younger in, well, spirit. More clueless at first, yes, but also more eager. Less tolerant of Peni’s favourite music (“She said it was like a thunderstorm having a heart attack—...you don’t need to laugh that hard, Gray”), but also less likely to judge Peni for her actions as SP//dr (“Plus she actually likes Takara. That seals the deal. Takara’s been calling her okaa-kun when she thinks I’m not looking. Yes you have. Aw, don’t worry, I’m not mad, it’s cute”). And so it’s kind of natural that Peni learns a bit more about her background. For the sake of having something to talk about.

(It’s not replacement. She’s Hida, not her mother. It’s not like the awkward looks Mabel still gets sometimes from the Peters. If anything, Hida seems to think of her as a big sister, sort of. And Jorōgumo has finally started settling down and isn't eating people anymore.)

What Peni is getting at is, she is sorely tempted to mess with continuity and introduce the Gregorian calendar about twenty-six years early in Japan so she can actually get something for Christmas Day for Hida instead of having to wait until some time in January for the Lunar New Year.

(“Um...do you celebrate it, Peni?”

“Well, no. But still.”)

234. Wraith

It was that wreath. That’s when it happened. She went to put a wreath on Peter’s grave, about two years into the Spidering business. A few days after coming home from another dimension. She didn’t need to, but...maybe she could finally let him rest. She’d talked to Peter Parker again, dimensions aside. That was all she wanted.

“Hey. I know it’s a bit past time, but...well, Chinese New Year is coming up, and I thought you might wanna decorate a bit.”

And something must have happened there, because just a few minutes after she laid it down she heard...something. Something she didn’t quite know how to quantify. Like it came from all around her and from inside at the same time. Like it occupied a similar place to her Spider-Sense.

Nonononono—ah-aah-aaaaaaaah-CHOO!

And then, with a voice that was familiar enough to break her heart and fix it again in one go:

Sorry, sorry...but seriously, we’ve been friends since, what, first grade? And you still don’t remember that I’m allergic to pine? Dude. ...Gwen, you’re staring. Why are you staring? You’re freaking me out, Gwen, I don’t get freaked out by a lot anymore but this is doing it. Gwen? Gwenny-Gee? Gwendoly—

“Don’t call me Gwendolyne,” she snapped, and then realized precisely what she’d said and what she’d heard. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—Peter Parker, if you’ve been alive all this time I am gonna kill you!”

...yeah, about that. Oh, damn, oh no, no, please don’t start crying, otherwise I’m gonna cry and you know how weird it is to cry without a body? You keep expecting tears and all you get is a kind of shudder somewhere around where your pancreas used to be. Look, I—

“I’m so sorry, Peter, I didn’t—”

She didn’t feel his arms. But she did feel his voice. Gentle and soft, not like it was in those last days but more like it was for most of her life.

I know. ...also it was kind of my fault, so, you know, sorry about that too.

“D-damn right it was.”

You’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, you know.

“Shut up.” But she was smiling again.

Oh, look at that, finally she gets evidence of spectral presences after death, and what’s the big phrase of the day? ‘Shut up’. I shouldn’t have to take this lying down—

“Dammit, Peter, how many of these have you been saving up?”

That’s for me to know and for you to find out. The voice sounded desperately pleased, but still mildly surprised. But...Gwen, you can hear me. You can hear me. What happened to you that you can hear me?

“Well, it’s kind of a long story.”

It’s a Chinese New Year miracle is what it is. Spill, Stacy.

And with a laugh, she settled down on his gravestone to tell the tale.

(Ooh, kink—

“Shut up, Parker, you want the story or not?”

Shutting up now.)

235. Heathen

“I’m Jewish, Noir is Jewish, Mayday and her dad are Jewish (obviously), Pavitr and Roshni are Hindu, Hida is Shinto, Miguel is...Miguel, I thought you were Catholic?”

“Nah. Gave it up when I left the house. Atheist.”

“But you...still celebrate Christmas.”

“Gabriel celebrates. I just get dragged along.”

“...right. Miguel’s an atheist. Peredur is, I dunno, pagan or something. Peni is...what religion were you again?”

“Huífùjiāo. But I can celebrate it if I want to, I just don’t have to.”

“...okay, there’s that. And I have no idea what Ham is.”

"What do I have to do, wear a yarmlke?"

“Right, so that’s eleven orders for Chinese food.”

“Two vegetarian, please!”

“One with extra pork!”

“Behave, Porquito.”

“...fine, extra chicken.”

236. Merry

One of the nice things about being Spider-Man, Miles reflects, is that he gets to be a lot cheekier than he would ever dream of being. Once he finds the confidence.

“Mind if I just...wrap this up?” Good thing he remembers how Peter did it.

“You know, I’d feel less humiliated if you weren’t wearing that hat,” moans Doc Ock, arms bound at her sides and hanging upside down.

Spider-Man adjusts the Santa hat at a rakish angle on his head. “I think it’s cool. You're under citizen's arrest, by the way. Mind if I just make a call?”

“Looks like I’m not going anywhere.”

“Uh, hello, Officer. Got a webbed-up Doc Ock at the corner of Fifth and Main. Yeah, bagel run gone bad. Who’d’a guessed, right? Yeah. Cool. You have yourself a good holiday season, yeah?”

“Why do you always put on that weird voice when you talk to the police? You sound like my high school mentee with a bad cold.”

“Please shut up?” explains Spider-Man.

237. Epiphyte

Something is off about the Boxing Day party in Miles’ world.

“Hey, Goggles? Why is everyone spaced out across the room like this?”

Goggles scratches the back of his neck, trying to edge away without looking like he’s edging away. “You celebrate Christmas?”

“Generally.”

“And you know about mistletoe.”

Cindy stares at him with one raised eyebrow. “Just a little bit.”

“Porker has the mistletoe.”

“...ah.”

“And webs. And is hangin’ around looking for strangers to rope together. This is basically coronation.”

“...basically what?”

Goggles sighs. “Training for fighting. You know, learning how to put up your dukes?”

“Ohhhh.” She laughs. Goggles turns a slightly darker shade of grey. “Yeah, makes sense.” Then she pauses, remembering their conversation a few months ago right when she doesn't need it. (Eidetic memory—sometimes it’s a curse.) “So.”

“Uh.”

“Yeah. I should probably not...”

“I mean...”

She blinks. His intonation is a bit strange. A little nervous. “Peter?”

Warm grey eyes don’t quite meet brown.

"Well, you know—"

There’s a yelp across the room from, of all people, Miles and Gwen, who are now caught in webs up on the ceiling.

“Well, lookie here, I caught a couple a’ lovebirds!” crows Ham.

Peni, standing near Peter, is filming using her phone. She’s grinning. (So is Peter B., who was standing quite close to where Miles and Gwen were standing.)

Surprisingly, they stop struggling shortly afterwards. But they don’t move to kiss.

Instead, Miles’ eyes glow.

There’s a sudden blast of what seems to be electricity, which produces a brief cartoon skeleton of a pig and a mild explosion which ends in two free Spiders.

"OOOooOOooOOhh…I smell bacon…"

The room erupts into laughter.

Miles offers a hand to Gwen, who accepts it and pulls herself up. They walk across the ceiling—

"Nothing to see here, people! Party's still swinging!"

"You're insufferable."

"No I'm not."

—and swing out the door.

"...how long has Miles been able to do that?" asks Cindy.

“Almost ever since I knew him.”

“That’s cheating,” complains Peter B., covered in bits of web.

"Tell me about it," mutters Peni. Then she grins again. "Still, I won the bet."

"You developing fortune-telling skills, kid?" grumbles Peter, fishing in his pocket for what looks like a candy bar.

She smiles, and pockets it. "I might be. Nice save, right Cindy?"

Cindy blushes. "I—don't actually know what—"

"Hey," complains a still-smoking Ham, "where'd my mistletoe go?"

238. Rudolph

“If you think I’m missing this, Peni Parker, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Addy...I don’t know. I mean, yes, you got bitten, but...I’ve never met another Addy Brock out there. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Addy tosses her head back and offers her friend an easy grin. “Then I won’t get hurt. Simple as that. Trust me, Peni. I know when to pull back now.”

Peni sighs. “Fine. But be careful, right? Follow my lead.”

The red SP//dr enters the hole in space just before the black Ven#m does, and leads the way.

And on the other side—

“Hey!” calls Miles happily, coming over to meet them. “Glad you could make it!”

“...hi,” says Addy, blushing quite pinkly all of a sudden.

Peni rolls her eyes. “Excuse my friend. Addy, this is Miles Morales, Spider-Man. Miles, my best friend and coworker Addy Brock and her Spider Weying, alias Ven#m.”

“...how are you pronouncing that?” asks Ham. “Hey, I thought me and Mister Egg Cream over there were your best friends.”

Gray looks like he’s trying not to grin. Peni can feel a blush coming on herself. “I’ve got four best friends. Addy’s the only one you guys haven’t met yet.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” says Miles easily. “And Happy Hanukkah!”

(“Should I talk him you’re a Zuhariyya Muslim?”

“Nah, it’s okay.”)

239. Confusion

"It's an action movie. With a body count of something like forty."

“It takes place in winter,” argues Gwen.

“Lots of movies take place in winter!” Porker retorts.

“It did have a Christmas song in it,” Miles points out.

“For about thirty seconds! If that!”

“It’s got a heartwarming message about family!”

“The main character dies twenty minutes in!” protests Peter B.

"So who says that guy's the main character?" says Gwen, smirking. "Maybe it's those three students of his, ever think of that?"

"Pfff—come on, you think mister 'strap my guns across my chest with an open trench coat' isn't gonna have a thousand cops on him within about two seconds?"

Peni plops herself down next to Peter on the armchair with a bag of liquorice and nestles against him. “Did we choose a movie yet?”

"They're arguing about whether Hard Death IV is a Christmas movie.”

"…is it?"

"No idea, the last film I saw was A Night at the Opera and you couldn't get further from Christmas if you tried. Could I have some liquorice?"

240. New

Miles wakes up on Christmas morning excited and fresh. He makes sure to give his parents a hug, and they all exchange gifts (what with the new job, crazy as it is, Miles is finally able to buy them something too and isn't that a nice feeling). There's a board game or two. ("I cannot believe that an officer of the law would cheat—" "Now, hang on, that's well within the rules—" "Anyone mind if I add another house to Boardwalk? No? Fair enough." "Rio, honey, you are mean." "And you just landed on Boardwalk, mi amor. Pay up.") They try not to think about Uncle Aaron, at least for most of the day.

Gwen wakes up feeling calm and relaxed. She and Dad talk through their breakfast, and then head out to church. (She doesn't believe, not really, but he does. Besides, then they visit Mom and Peter, the latter of whom actually passes on a message from her mother which she manages to relay to Dad without sounding completely crazy and which nearly has her crying.) After that, the day's free.

Peter wakes up feeling…oddly hopeful. There's a blanket of snow across New York, the soft texture of the drifts as white here as anywhere else in the multiverse. He doesn't visit many people—just goes swinging—it's not his holiday. But it's nice and peaceful out in New York today. The Monkey King, an old Black man named Joe Hogan, is out too, the deep, rich Blue that surrounds him as he jumps along the streets mixing nicely with the warm Red that Peter exudes more and more of since jumping between worlds. They nod, one professional to another, and go their separate ways. (Joe's on his way to visit his grandkids.)

Peni wakes up feeling…okay, slightly exhausted, she only got about two hours' sleep, but happy nonetheless. It isn’t her holiday, but she still does her meditation like she would on a festival day, and joins Aunt May and Uncle Ben (whose holiday it is, both being loosely part of the Arabian Reformationist Church) in the small shelter they built in their living room, decorated with rings of lights, to exchange tokens. They smile at each other, and at her. It’s a good day, with them.

Peter wakes up nice and early, and insists on bringing Aunt May some breakfast in bed. She may be Jewish, just like him, but he can take care of his aunt on this day.

That’s their morning. By the afternoon, things have usually gotten...complicated.

But in the evening, without fail, they’ve got people to talk to.

[the-oc-nebula]

Yeah, that was a good break. I needed that.

Here’s some things, however, before I get situated back here once again.

1) Many muses of mine are going to be decommissioned and demoted to “Discord Only” status.

OC MUSES:

The following muses on my OC Blog will be demoted-

Blankie the Ham-Ham

Cinead the Weaponsmaster

Terrell Lathos the Dragon of Lightning

Ko-Emerl

The following muses on my OC Blog are being deleted-

Marley & Charlie

Canon Muses:

The following muses on my canon blog will be demoted-

Chase Young

Jack Spicer

Metal Sonic

Henry Stickmin

The following muses on my canon blog are being deleted-

FL4K the Beastmaster

Doc Louis

Yakko Warner

Lewis Pepper

Anubis

My NSFW Sideblogs and Pokemon Blogs will not be affected.

2) Starting some time in August or early September, I will be taking applications on my Poke-Blog for Total Drama: Pokemon Island.

It’s not happening ‘Day-of-Return’, as I still need to brew up some challenges for y’all to take and such, but trust me; it’ll be an event that’ll more than make up for June. All I really have right now are the rules and the basic premise.

3) Thread Activity and Interactibility

Firstly, Starting now until I feel back in the ease of Tumblr RP, I will really only be interacting with those who I trust completely. This only really means a handful of people will be able to interact with me. Secondly, all my threads on both Canon and OC blogs are now considered inactive and are considered ended. Please message me if we have interacted before if you want to re-instate your thread. I will try to keep up Pokemon Threads as much as possible, however.

To those of you who’ve stuck around this far and will keep sticking around, I really gotta thank you for your patience and understanding.

[ashen-crest]

*sees mention of Halloween* *is summoned*

Imagine characters in halloween costumes... What would they dress up as? Would they be "into" it or just going along with everyone else?

(Hope you're having a good day!)

*singing* have I tolddd youuuu latelyyy that i love youuuu

halloween! halloween! halloween in july!

TSS Kids:

Aspen: SO into it. this is the best day ever. they'd wear a wolf onesie, get a stupid amount of candy, and give it all to their friends, since they can't actually eat the candy.

Emry and Cal: honestly, they're both just here to see Aspen go ham. Cal's dressed up like a very cute witch. Emry would strongly consider getting a pizza costume, but then Marley steals his idea, so then he goes as Aspen's secret service agent, in which he routinely yells "get down mr president!" and tackles Aspen. Aspen LOVES it.

Emry also makes sure to get Cal's favorite candy, and eats way too much candy himself.

RPS Kids: (let's do the college AU, even though there is a vaguely Halloween equivalent in RPS proper)

Eli and Dawn: hell! yes! all the candy, all the vaguely-halloween-themed drinks, all the decorations, all of it!!

They dress up as some sort of meme that requires two people. Maybe Kermit and Evil Kermit? idk. Half the people at the party don't get it. The other half gives them free drinks.

Ambrose: Eli and Dawn have gently forced him into a vampire costume. He desperately wants to get a Reese's cup and leave the party, but it backfires, because his brooding completely sells the costume.

This was so great, thank you so much!!

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 93: Sunday April 3, 2022 - “Grandparents”

What a treat, to be able to sit and feast with 2 sets of William’s Grandparents at the same time.   We had some great steaks on the grill and a typical Finca-Feast as everyone took turns passing the Ham.   William learned some bad habits this past month, pulling on my chest hair until recently I shaved it all off.   He was quick to see if he could make Grandpa Bill squeal the same way I did, as he pulled on his beard.  Afterward we’d enjoy a nice fire and chat and enjoy the stars as I lamented it being time to go back to the grind at work again in the morning.  I wish every day was like evenings like this.  I guess thats called retirement - and for that, I have these four to look up to.

Song: Ziggy Marley - Dragonfly

Quote: “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ― Rumi

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #436

from a couple days ago again; still don’t feel like rewriting any answers.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? I don't own any. Have you ever taken a close up shot of a flower? A hell of a lot; I love doing that. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yup. But I don't like hard alcohol and only really drink light fruity stuff, and I'm apparently no lightweight, so I got to the point I just really didn't want to drink anymore. Anything you might be giving up on soon? I have felt very, very hopeless with photography lately that sometimes I'm tempted. I don't think I will, but... it's hard. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? It's been months. Have you ever painted a piece of furniture? Yes, actually. I helped Jason paint his shelf black. Do you have a favorite quote? No. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No, but I have thought about it. I just really don't have nearly enough popularity among the local photographers to feel like I really need to design one. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? YES. I loved it. Are there any recipes you have memorized? No. Do you know your multiplication times tables? ... no lmao Have you ever been severely burned? Not severely, no. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? I actually have more than once. What was the weirdest thing you ever saw cross the road? I think a turkey? Are you good at coming up with jokes? God no. Where do you prefer to sit when you catch the bus? When I used to ride home with Jason from school, we always sat way in the back. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? No. I did when I was younger, though. I went through a loooong phase of sleeping with my iPod. If your parents... or anybody else... found your cell phone, would they be horrified at any of the messages in your inbox/outbox? No. Do you get offended if someone repeatedly checks their mobile phone when you’re out for lunch or dinner? That's very rude. What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard somebody say recently? Anti-vaccination bullshit from my stepmother. :^) Think about the last person you kissed - was it the very first time that you kissed them? No. When you drink alcohol with friends, do you play drinking games? We never did. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Nope. Who was the last person to call you? My psychiatrist. What food disgusts you the most? Things like sashimi and caviar. I also think rare meat like steak, especially when it's still bloody, is absolutely disgusting. I could go on and on about this, 'cuz I think a lot of food is really gross. One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? The jungle. Yikes. So many dangerous creatures, so claustrophobic, and with the canopy, I'd assume it'd be EXTREMELY dark. And it rains so much in the jungle, so it'd be hard to hear danger approaching. One thing that always creeps you out? Perhaps #1 is seeing an unborn baby move from outside their mother's stomach. I will fucking scream and want to puke. If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick? SARA!!!!!!!!! Omfg I'd LOVE to have her as my roommate. We've actually talked about the possibility, but that's nowhere near set in stone. What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? In light of recent events, a high contender is shit like "vaccines cause autism." Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die? I'd strongly prefer to be cremated. What is your favorite food around the holidays? Spiral honey ham, for one. I love Christmas treats like chocolate-covered peanuts, fudge, cookies, etc. etc... Tell me about the greatest prank you’ve ever pulled? I don't pull pranks. If you could have the power to cast any kind of spell, what kind of spell would you cast? Maybe enchanting the human population to not be such violent and hateful fucks??? Have you ever gotten a flu vaccination? Only for Covid. Double dates: a do or don’t? They are SO fun, but I do feel like it's good to have individual ones, too. Do you know any guitarists? Yes. My old friend Tommy actually plays the electric guitar in a band, and Juan was really good at it, too. How do you feel about full-length beards? They look good on some people. It varies with everyone. Do you have any relatives that have shunned you, or vice versa? Not currently. My half-sister stopped talking to me many years ago when I was a homophobic fuck, and I don't blame her. We're perfectly cool now! Has anyone ever posted a HORRIBLE picture of you for everyone to see? omg no Does/did your high school have pop machines? Yes. Have you ever gambled? Nah. If you could work at any retail store, which one would it be? I am NEVER working retail again. I can't handle it. What’s the name of the last cat you pet? Roman. :') Have you ever stringed green beans before? Yes, actually, with Colleen's in-laws. They had a big garden that I helped tend to sometimes. I absolutely hated it with how sweaty I got even then, it was WAY too hot, and my body was also weak back then to where bending down was extremely painful. I just never wanted to say no. Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? It really depends on what I feel like doing, but I think playing World of Warcraft tempts me most often when I'm unbearably bored. What did you watch today? I've just been rewatching Mortem3r play Monster Hunter World. That game looks soooo fun, I wanna try it. ;-; True or False: Yoshi is the cutest dinosaur ever? No. I adore dinosaurs and dinosaur media, so I could name a lot if I thought long enough. Who is the last person you spent money on? My niece. I still feel awful I didn't buy Ryder a gift by myself; I just could NOT decide what to get him. I'm very thankful that Mom let me use one she got him as "mine." They were bright, light-up golf balls, and he loooooved them. What is your relationship like with various members of your family? I have a biiig extended family, man, so I'll try to keep this as brief as possible. I am EXTREMELY close to my mom, like there is no way I'd be alive without her, and her support for me seems endless somehow. I love my dad very much too, but I don't see him nearly as much as I wish I did. He tries to support me however he's capable, and he always lets me know that he's there if I need him for anything. I love, am very proud of, and look up to my two sisters, but I'm also very envious of them and how they are successful adults with direction and big accomplishments. We are very different, so we have difficulty with really bonding and talking about things regularly, and it really makes me feel like a terrible sister. My nieces and nephew are absolute diamonds to me, and I'm especially close to Ash's oldest daughter Aubree. She and I are very similar in a lot of areas, so I really relate to her, even in her young age. Ryder really seems to like me, and I love that little rascal, too. :') My youngest niece Emerson is still only a baby, so she can't really communicate in words yet, but she is still a beautiful darling that I'd protect with my life in not even a blink. That covers who I consider my "immediate" family, really, at least that I see regularly. What’s something you disagree with about the way you were raised? I am very firmly against spanking, but my parents did it. I think since Ash's kids were born though, Mom's opinion changed on it. It was around that time, I know. She won't lay a hand on them. Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? I have no clue, actually. Who was the last person that asked if you were okay? *shrug* The last time you were in a car, who was driving? My mom. Did you ever get into a bar and drink before you were 21? Never tried. What countries have you been to? I've never left the U.S. Honestly, is that car insured? I don't have my own car. What do you think about gay marriage? I vigorously support it. Do you like Carrie Underwood? I actually do. She has a beautiful voice. How far away do you live from your parents? I live with my mom. Idk how far I am from Dad, really... but not THAT far. How do you like your steak cooked? Medium well. Have you ever been to Mount Rushmore? No, and I don't want to. It is absolute vandalism. Where is your favorite place (that you have actually been to)? Chicago blew me away, but I think it's just because it was SO foreign to me. I actually don't like cities very much, but for a brief visit, I thought it was very cool. Do you believe places can really be haunted? Yes. Do you take anti-depressants? Sleeping pills? No. I took anti-depressants for I think most of my life, and they did nothing for me. Come to learn from the doctor who actually set my meds straight that anti-depressants for people with bipolarity do nothing but aggravate the symptoms of bipolarity, and I was living evidence. I take mood stabilizers for said disorder instead. I don't take sleeping pills; none seem to work for me. What’s your favourite brand of peanut butter? Maybe Skippy? Idk, I'm not very picky with pb. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos one. How many languages can you recite the alphabet in? Two. Do you like Bob Marley? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I can't stand his voice. Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? Yeah, but I'm not a fan. Buffets gross me out. Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family? We very rarely sit at the table. Have you been working hard to achieve something lately? If not, what was the last thing you worked hard to achieve? Losing weight, yes. I am honestly trying so hard at the gym, like to the point I've almost fallen many times as well as been overtaken by incredible nausea a lot. I don't feel like I'm over-working, necessarily, just working my ass off. Do you use ice cubes in your fountain drinks? No, because it waters the drink down and I hate it. Would you ever want your very own library, or do you not read enough for it to be worth it? No. I don't read nearly enough, and besides, can you imagine all the dust? What site did you originally start doing surveys on? I actually don't know... Have you ever used something other than water to make ice cubes? What did you do with them? I've actually never thought to do that. Would you ever willingly experience life temporarily without sight, hearing, or any of your other senses, simply to know what it is like? Fuck no. I would go insane. In what ways are you very judgmental? I'll judge the fuck out of rapists, child molesters, pedophiles, people like that with no goddamn shame. But your average person, I try not to judge very much. What is your main problem in life right now? It's hard to determine my main problem, honestly. There are a lot of issues going on in my life that've just piled up into one big tangled mess. Do your “favourites” change often? Definitely not. I've had the same favorites in so many topics for forever. Have you ever read a biography on someone? I've read Ozzy's autobiography, and I also read the Some Kind of Monster Metallica book, which was written by I want to say St. Anger's musical director? This was a very long time ago, and honestly, I thought it was pretty boring, so my memory is faint. You learned quite a bit about the band in his time with them, but damn, I don't care about the musical director al;skdfal;we. Do you know anyone who has ever been in a movie? Who and what movie were they in? What was their part? Not to my knowledge. I have an acquaintance who's had minor acting roles, but I don't believe she's ever been in a film. When was the last time you brought a pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? I want to say around two years ago (probably less) when we got my cat neutered. Have you ever made your way through a corn maze? No.