#he’s on some normie status too

[dogwittaablog]

omg i agree he's keeping a public insta because it just looks cooler when 46k ppl are following you i guess. makes you look like hot commodity when you're single. he used to shoot his shot a lot more on insta when he was playing with ig models and stuff by following and liking posts but with very low success rate might i add. makes me think was he delusional thinking an ig model with 500k or millions of followers would go for him over the other more popular athletes and super rich dudes dming her. idk i feel like if one of those stereotypical looking ig models responded to him he would be down to date them if the personalities matched.

The only big influencer I’ve seen give Nolan 1% of attention was that Paige Lorenzo girl. I know she liked 1-2 of his post, vice versa (she initiated first I believe too). Dont think much happened, since I’m pre sure after that small ordeal she started dating a tennis player. Also she’s known to over share and expose her partners at a point too lol.

On the real I just do not think he’s ever made a girl a priority, for whatever of his own personal reason. Cause he definitely is able to get girls, even if they aren’t big influencers, he could still bag someone. He wasn’t even taking girls seriously, even at his “peak”, so that also says something.

Also naturally if any guy/girl you find someone attractive also aligns with you it’s a big bonus, and it makes sense why you’d pursue. Though let’s be real here most influencers majority of the time they’ve got the looks and then the personality goes downhill. Which makes me thinks yes he cares about looks, but if your personality is bland to the point talking to a wall is even more interesting, good luck.

*I swear if dude also took better pictures and cleaned up the feed, he could +1 himself for the wheeling department*

[barblaz-arts]

I've come back to drop some Next Gen Nevermore lore, this time about Sora and Regine's parents 💕

Yukiko Toriyama

Because of my love for parallels, she's a doctor to match the adult characters in the show (Principal - Weems/Bianca; Sheriff - Galpin/Walker). She's a surgeon though, not a therapist like Kinbott, but still a doctor!

Yukiko's around Wednesday and co's age, so she was also in Jericho High when they were in Nevermore. She has a huge respect for Outcasts, thinking that they are very cool. In fact, she thought this one siren girl that she first saw during Outreach Day was especially cool. Soon she will find out that her name is Bianca Barclay and that her classmate Lucas Walker will end up dating her.

She met Sora's father some time after graduating from high school. She fell for his confidence, and was especially impressed that he was an Outcast. Unfortunately she realized too late that he's all talk. When she got pregnant with Sora, his rich parents essentially sent her hush money, which she accepted and used to pay for med school. Sora's grandparents helped raise her while Yukiko finished her studies, so she wasn't as present as she probably should have been during Sora's childhood. She tries her best though, really.

Hugo Schuyler

Sora's father. He came from a rich and reputable family of psychics that specialize in spirits, also known as Herons. Because of his family's reputation, he developed a huge ego and has delusions of grandeur.

He's a glutton for attention, a trait that Sora unfortunately inherited as she also always makes an effort to fit in with "the popular crowd" among her peers. However unlike Sora who is ashamed of her outcast status and prefers to hide her power, Hugo has a superiority complex and overcompensates for his weak psychic abilities by being obnoxiously loud about his outcast status and his family's name.

He ends up starting a YouTube channel as a paranormal investigator after Nevermore. When he finds out he has a daughter, he's quick to head over to Nevermore and rope Sora into his paranormal shenanigans. No, it doesn't end up being a cute father-daughter bonding activity.

He sees both Wednesday and Enid as rivals. Wednesday for her formidable psychic powers (and reputation!), Enid for, well, her more successful YouTube channel(which isn't even hers, it's the Wolf Preserve's). Wednesday does not remember him from their high school days though, and Enid purposely mixes him up with Xavier when addressing him.

Vega hates him because he thinks aliens don't exist.

Erica Gutierrez

(I don't have her design and personality fully conceptualized yet, sorry)

Erica is Eugene's ex-wife and is a famous actress who started out when she was a teenager. She used to be a celebrity crush of Eugene's when he was in Nevermore, and dating and marrying her was a dream come true that sadly didn't last.

Erica makes an effort to see Regine when she can, and she usually has her daughter stay with her throughout the summer. Her fame comes with its own cons, particularly the excessive attention she(and by extension her family) gets hugely contributing to Regine's overly reclusive personality.

Erica had nothing to do with Outcasts before meeting Eugene and is every bit of a Normie. She and Wednesday never liked each other. She gets along well with Enid because she thinks Enid is normal enough when she isn't wolfed out. Enid likes her for getting her Michelle Yeoh's autograph and a video message as a birthday gift once. (Wednesday hates that Eugene's ex wife of all people showed her up that year)

None of the Nevermore student knew Regine's mother was a celebrity until Erica decided to give her daughter a surprise visit during Family Day(coincidentally the same day Hugo goes to meet Sora. It was a long weekend for the girls)

(masterpost for my AUs here)

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT!

Partial credit to @whitebeltwriter for coming up with Yukiko's background with me. I no longer remember which parts were my idea and which is hers, but pls know that it was a collaborative effort

[hxney-lemcn]

Best Friend — Idia Shroud x gn! reader

summery: Idia realizes that you might be closer than he thought.

tw: uhhh none I think.

a/n: idk if this is bad, I think I got Idia's personality right. This is kinda more platonic, but could be read as romantic.

wc: 0.6k

Master List

The more Idia got to know you, the more he realized you might’ve been less of a normie than he originally thought. Of course you were nowhere near Idia’s status of loser otaku, but you still surprised him. It started with you complaining about something called vocaloid? Idia hadn’t heard of vocaloid before, but when you explained the concept he realized it was your world's version of synthaloid. That was the first time he started to question his view of you. As you complained about not being able to listen to vocaloid anymore, he introduced you to some synthaloid songs. He watched as your eyes lit up, head bobbing to the songs as you scanned the lyrics. 

He hadn’t heard of normies liking synthaloid, but you were still too extroverted. I mean you had how many friends in how many dorms? Total normie activities. Yet you shocked him once again when you then started complaining about missing this one video game you used to play. Apparently it was really chill but competitive. When you mentioned it was called AFK Journey Idia froze, he played a game with an uncannily similar name. So he introduced you to AFK Adventure, and found his heart jumping as you gushed passionately, comparing all the similarities and differences. AFK Adventure was still growing, and the fact that you played your version only months after it was released…he once again questioned if you really were a normie. 

The final nail in the coffin was when you complained about how exhausted you were. The main reason why he classified you as normie was because you were social, you had friends, you barely had a phone! (That wasn’t your fault, you had no money after all). So when you complained that you were tired from all the socializing, that you found refuge in his room because you felt like you could truly relax by just playing video games…well he was a bit flustered to say the least. You found him comforting? You found his messy, gross room relaxing (Ortho tried his best to clean it before you arrived)? You enjoyed playing video games with him even if he would tend to blow up if someone annoyed him? 

Idia found himself sharing more with you. It seemed like everywhere he looked (online) he’d find something about you to connect it with. You’d really like this anime, it seemed similar to one you described from your world. You liked chill games right? Well there's this mobile digital pet game you’d like, you just have to friend him. Oh, fanart of your fav character…he’d send it to you if he had the courage. He had also set you up with a pc, laptop, and upgraded your phone without a second thought. It was only to encourage you to go on games to give him rewards…totally. 

And not to mention, when you first joined AFK Adventure, Idia kicked out a member from his guild to let you join. His other guild members were highly confused he let in a noob join since it was a whale only guild (don’t worry, you weren’t a noob for long…thank Idia’s credit card). 

One night, when you both were playing a video game together, you had fallen asleep on his bed. The laptop he had given you was still running, but it was pushed to your side. Idia couldn’t help but feel his face heat up, you looked so peaceful in his space. That’s when he realized he wasn’t truly alone anymore, even if he stayed holed up in his room, you managed to wiggle your way to join him. You would rant about nerdy things to him only, a special privilege you hadn’t bestowed to any of your other friends. He had come to a conclusion that somewhat scared him.

Idia Shroud had a close friend, he wasn’t alone anymore.

[another-lost-mc]

Player Two LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Yandere-ish | Developing Relationship Content Warnings: Manipulative and possessive thoughts/behaviour, some suggestive thoughts towards the end. obey me! masterlist

When you arrive in the Devildom and try to get to know him, Leviathan's immediately suspicious of you and even more skeptical of your bold declarations. He has a hard time believing you really like gaming. He assumes you’re just trying to sound like you do to get close to him, for some foolish reason.

He hates to admit how much more interesting you are when you manage to actually convince him that it's a genuine hobby of yours.

When Levi shows you his room, you're amazed and he feels a sense of pride, like his hobbies are validated by someone that understands him. He pretends not to stare at you while you slowly browse the shelves of games and collectibles in his room.

You notice he plays a Devildom MMO game, and you're instantly curious about it. Levi didn’t think you’d be into those types of games - they require a lot of time and effort.

He thinks that maybe, just maybe, you’re not such a boring normie human after all.

You ask him if you can watch him play the game, and you point out similarities and differences when you compare it to the human world MMO you played before.

When you're both called to dinner, it interrupts your conversation about Levi's guild. You tell him funny stories from your previous gaming guild, and he's finally convinced that your interest is legit.

Levi decides to do something nice to help you out - a test to see how serious you really are. He won't give you another chance if you blow this one.

He might happen to have a spare laptop you can use, and he offers to lend it to you. If the game is already installed and ready to play, Levi's just trying to be nice and do the boring installation stuff for you. And if Levi sends you a Recruit-A-Friend invitation to set up your own account, it's because he gets perks from it - he really doesn't care if you play or not.

Levi even goes as far as adding his payment info to your new account to pay the subscription fee. He doesn't have the patience to wait for you to borrow someone else's credit card. "You can pay me back later,” he tells you, even though he has no intention of ever asking for the money back.

You might know how to play an MMO, but he believes he's still got loads to show you about this one. His desk is a bit cramped, and it’s inconvenient dragging the laptop back and forth between your room and his.

He offers to lend you a spare headset - one that’s brand new and still in its packaging from today's Akuzon delivery - so you can use voice comms together, and he can stream his screen to yours while he talks to you directly. Isn't that convenient?

He's already set up a private voice comms server just for the two of you - don't tell his brothers about it though, okay? It's only for the two of you.

When Levi creates a new character to play with yours, he says it's easier than trying to show you things on his maxed-out character.

He chooses to level a tank class to protect your squishy glass cannon character, and he reminds you that he's doing you a favour and saving you from so many unnecessary deaths. If he happens to show off along the way, who could blame him? He's really good at this game, and if you try hard enough, maybe you can be too.

He raids the game's most difficult content with his guild at night. For some reason, he really wants you to watch him play. He doesn't want you to level your character without him, either. (He won't ask you not to, but he secretly hopes you don't.)

You mention that one of his guildmates, someone that doesn't raid, offered to play some low level dungeons with you while Levi's busy. For some reason that upsets him, but he doesn't know why.

Levi's half-focused on his raid while he occasionally checks your character status. He absolutely does not keep track of how long you're in the same dungeon as his guildmate. And he definitely isn't checking whether you're in a separate voice channel together.

By the time his raid is over, you've already sent him a message wishing him good luck and goodnight. He's a bit disappointed that you went to bed so early (even though its well past midnight).

He sees another message from before that, when you told him about a cute pet you found in the game (it's a reward anyone can get from doing a simple quest, it shouldn't be that exciting). You mention offhand that you like collecting pets and you might try to find some more tomorrow.

Levi acts like it's not a big deal when you log in and discover he's sent your character dozens of new pets for your collection. He shrugs and claims he had duplicates that he had no use for. (They weren't, he bought them all specially for you, but he won't admit it.)

By the time you hit max level with your character, Levi's bought you expensive crafted gear and he's planning on getting you the other items you need so you can try raiding with him his guild.

Sometimes he thinks of your character as his own virtual Henry - and spending so much time together means he starts to think about you as his Henry outside the game, too.

What Levi doesn't realize is how genuinely happy you are that he's given you a chance. He was so defensive and secretive about his hobbies, and you hoped having a shared common interest would make it easier for you to make friends in this strange place.

You wanted to prove that unlike his brothers, you understand why gaming and anime gives him so much joy. You don't think it's a waste of time or money, and you can appreciate the hard work he puts into those hobbies even if no one else does.

And you knew he was skeptical of you at first, but things are so much different now. He's not calling you a stupid wannabe human otaku anymore, and he encourages you and helps you like a friend would.

You used to ask Levi if he wanted to play with you - but now, he's asking if you want to play with him, and you know that means he likes you, in his own way.

Sure, it might be weird playing a game with someone in different rooms of the same house, using voice comms to talk to each to each other because it's easier than typing everything. It's definitely easier than having to drag your laptop around, and that's what he tells his brothers when they comment about how weird it is living with two nerds instead of one.

One thing you notice about Levi is that he's more confident behind his screen. He doesn't stutter or get shy the way he does if you try to talk to him in person, but you're socially awkward sometimes too so it doesn't bother you.

The truth is, he notices that you're more talkative over voice comms with him too. You're not afraid to ask him silly noob questions anymore, and he doesn't call you a noob now even if you do.

Levi realizes that there's something very intimate about having your voice in his ear when you're on comms together. It makes him feel things because this is something you only do with him and not with his brothers.

You're friendly with his brothers, sure - but you never sound this happy except when you're spending time with Levi. It's not even limited to gaming anymore - you get excited talking about the new anime series he invites you to watch with him, or the manga you ask to borrow.

When you mention you like to read, he lends you his copies of the TSL novels. If there's other books or movies you want, he buys them for you so you don't have to ask his brothers for anything.

He thinks that he's the only one to see your true, authentic self. He likes you now, and he doesn't want to share.

The first night you join him for a guild raid, Levi notices that you're not nearly as talkative with the larger group of players present. When you do speak, you're so quiet. He hasn't heard you sound this small since you first arrived in the Devildom.

When you're alone again after the guild raid ends, you thank him for inviting you and tell him how much fun it was. You sound more like yourself again, and even though Levi didn't expect you to be so shy around his friends - well, part of him likes keeping this version of you for himself.

He can't help feeling just a bit selfish. He likes the way you laugh openly at his jokes or the way you tease him (or yourself). When you're gaming together, you gasp loudly if something surprises you, or you groan if you do something silly that gets one of you (or both of you) killed. Normally those types of things would annoy him, but with you, it's fun.

Your relationship with Levi changes, and grows, and maybe you underestimate how much of an impact you've had on him. You don't mention when things between you start to shift towards something more than friends, and neither does he.

His brothers know there's something going on between you. You blow off their invitations if it interferes with plans you already have with Levi. They start to make subtle hints and jokes about Levi and you and dating, and Levi scoffs loudly and slams the door when he stalks off to his room.

You're not dating him, you're just friends. Sometimes he thinks about you in ways that aren't strictly platonic, but his denial still runs deep.

So what if Levi starts recording your conversations so he can listen to your voice when he has trouble sleeping? He doesn't feel bad because it's not hurting anyone.

When you play together late at night, your voice is softer, quieter and breathier. Maybe you're just trying to be considerate of everyone in the house trying to sleep, but the reason doesn't matter. It's like you're whispering in his ear and it sends his mind spiraling.

When he gets hard listening to the sound of your voice telling him how amazing he is, or how lucky you are that you met him, it doesn't mean anything.

It's a harmless little secret. You're his friend, his Henry.

You might not realize it, and he might not admit it, but you've lured him in - and he won't let you go.

[sweetbrier2908]

my headcanon about "who fell first who fell harder" (demon bros)

so this is the first version i came up with (btw i did plan to write about 500 words for each headcanon but i gave up after writing mammon's and satan's)

lucifer: they fell first he fell harder

mammon: he fell first and harder

levi: they fell first he fell harder

satan: they fell first and both fell hard

asmo: he fell first and harder

beel: they fell first and both fell hard

belphie: he fell first and harder

and this is what i most agree with after reading a tweet explaining this trope and a long long long chat with myself inside my head:

https://x.com/absolutesilly/status/1648056142403338241?s=46&t=WI8jE12Tt_tbQ_NQiMyKhg

lucifer: they fell first he fell harder (when he realized that he was in love with the human yes the human he had threatened multi times and nearly killed twice, he was surprised and not surprised at the same time, i mean he must have had sensed this for a while but it really shocked him somehow because he did the exact same thing he hoped his brothers wouldn't do - making a pact with a human. they're family, remember? and he also realized that the reason he wanted to sign his life to this human is because he loved them! isn't it a fucking shocking truth to such a pride demon whose sister get killed because loving a human?)

mammon: he fell first and harder (i feel like they're both likely to fall in love at the same time but mc do realize that they're in love with mammon, and one day mammon just like fuck i love them i don't want to lose them *yes, im mentioning lesson 16 incident*)

levi: they fell first he fell harder (i read on tumblr that someone said levi fell face first in the exact hole mammon made when he had fallen, it's so true, it's like the best interpretion of their dynamic, levi just like oh shit im a normie now)

satan: he fell first and they fell harder (yes, from "they fell first and they both fell hard" to this is wild, isn't it but let me explain. i feel like satan did fell first maybe he fell in love with mc the moment mc let him play his detective game *true detective kind of murder case to be precise*, man is the kind to fall in love over simple thing like that, he appreciates kind and small acts. and mc may fell harder not too long after that because they saw the soft and gentle side of satan and boom, isn't him always this soft? isn't him always this pretty? how could i not realize it up til now?)

asmo: they fell first and he fell harder (why? you may ask but im thinking that asmo has an ability to realize and compliment people's charm so maybe he realize mc's charm, mc's good trait and do you guys fall in love with the people who praise you because i do, so this might lead to mc falling first and then after that night before mc leaving asmo was drunk and wasted and suddenly realize that he was not the person he love the most anymore)

beel: he fell first they fell harder (despite being super oblivious sometimes, beel is still a very sensitive and gentle guy. i mean look at the whole forging a pact with beel arc, look at how he treated luke and mc and then the whole making pact scene like omg he was so so so soft and he knew from the start that he loves mc's food and the food taste better with mc and he wants to have meal with mc everyday. and mc may think he treats everyone the same way he treates mc, and then after some point they were starting to try hard to prove that they're the one for beel, without knowing that he had fallen for them)

belphie: he fell first and they fell harder (i just can't imagine mc falling first for belphie, i mean he killed them remember??? still, i think that belphie did fall for them first while being locked in the attic them through their interaction and conversation but he brushed them all off because this was to supposed to be his revenge!!! but after finding mc was lilith's descendant, he embraced all his love for them without hesitation. and then we have mc who slowly realize he's just a spoiled traumatized little brat).

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

It is not even that Mlvns are homophobic. I mean, many of the toxic ones are. We’ve all seen them and interacted with them and received hate anons from them. When Noah’s article officially confirming Will’s sexuality dropped during the summer, people were literally tweeting slurs and fantasizing about him being hate-crimed or dying from AIDS. (It’s probably unfair to group Mlvns in with these people, as lots of them weren’t even Mlvns, just bigoted GA members and trolls). But still. It was bleak. There’s a deep darkness within the ST fandom undeniably.

But I’m sure many Mlvns/Byler-antis are the types of people who genuinely have no problem with queer people in real life. When we call them out on their bigotry and homophobia, they get confused and say, “But I have gay friends! How am I homophobic for not liking Byler?” And they mean it 100%. They really do have gay friends. They probably consider themselves allies and yada yada.

The issue is that A) they are deeply heteronormative without realizing it, and B) they simply aren’t the target audience for the show, and as such, they don’t really understand or connect to the themes of the show. The thing is, lots of people, many Milkvans included, are simply normies. Now I love Steve as a character, so this is literally no hate to Steve, but lots of people are Steves. And people who are like Steve: popular, straight, attractive, used to dating the types of people they want, into ‘normal’ interests like sports (not that Steve is hyper into sports, but you know what I mean), likely to go down ‘normal’ paths and live fairly conventional lives like their parents, etc. are simply not the target audience for the show.

Obviously, the show centers on outcasts, nerds, queer characters, characters with disabilities, black characters, etc. Most people recognize this on some level, but they recognize it in more of a general sense like, “Of course the protagonists are nerds/outcasts, just like all the classic 80s teen protagonists. I just love how nostalgic ST is!” And they leave it at that. Because they are normies, they don’t really connect to the themes of the show other than a surface-level, power of friendship sense. They don’t see how Byler is more aligned with the show’s message than Milkvan at this point. They don’t see that the outcast status of most of the characters is more than just a throwaway personality trait… its deeply integral to the point of the show itself and closely connected to the supernatural storyline.

This is because nerd culture is somewhat mainstream now, and lots of “normies” like it too. Star Wars, Marvel, LOTR, Harry Potter, etc. These are all major parts of society and billion dollar franchises, even more so than they were in the 80s. Because of this, people don’t realize that in the context of the world of the show, they wouldn’t have been friends with the Party most likely. It is far more statistically likely that they would’ve rolled with Angela’s friend group or joined Jason’s human hunting squad. Or even if they weren’t outright bullies, it’s far more likely that they would’ve been one of the nameless background characters in Hawkins High, just kind of floating by in a conventionally comfortable existence, entirely oblivious to government lab conspiracies and alternate dimensions. The characters in ST are outcasts in a deeper, existential sense. Society is against them.

And so many people can’t relate, especially to the queer themes. They can’t even see the queer themes. Because the show is not for them. That’s why you see so many baffling takes on the show:

“Will is so whiny all the time, and I don’t like him!”

“Mike was right in the rain fight! S3 is about growing up, and Will was acting like a baby.”

“Tbh I don’t care that much about the Party dynamics. My favorite part of the show is Steve and Dustin being funny together. And my second favorite part is Hopper being a cool action hero.”

“B*lly is overhated! I mean, he’s so hot and misunderstood! He could’ve redeemed himself.”

“I don’t get Byler. It barely seems like Mike and Will are even friends.”

To be clear, it doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the genre of the show. Being horror/sci-fi, its core fans are a smaller pool of people than, say, fans of The Office or Friends or other popular sitcoms. So the Mlvns who watched it since the beginning probably do have some avant-garde tastes in terms of genre-preferences, since lots of people wouldn’t touch horror with a ten-foot pole. But it does mean they don’t pick up on the themes of the show and the arc of the characters.

(Of course, many newer fans now are just watching it cause it’s popular, regardless of which genres they typically prefer. This opens the show up to lots of people who don’t connect to anything about the show, not just its themes but also its darker content. A lot of newer fans sound like this: “Like, I just love that Mike was in love with El from the day he found her in the woods, and it’s so cute that El is Mike’s superhero, and Eddie is so cool and badass; I wish he could’ve told Chrissy how he felt, and I’m anxiously awaiting S5 to see who Nancy chooses but I hope she chooses Steve… Stancy 4ever!” This is because Stancy is like every other conventionally attractive couple in media).

I’m rambling, but a lot of people are into Milkvan because of their expectations that “pretty boy and pretty girl go together,” and that’s all there is to it. Finn is attractive and Millie is attractive, and they play the protagonists, so of course Mike and El are endgame. Why wouldn’t they be? This is true for the girls who project themselves onto Millie and see Finn/Mike as a dream boyfriend, and it’s true for the guys who project themselves onto Finn and who would want nothing more than to have a cool, superpowered girlfriend.

This is the way of nature. In a normie worldview, there’s no deviation from this path. A lot of fans basically take The Kissing Booth/To All the Boys I Loved Before and slap a sci-fi/horror filter on it, and they think that’s what Stranger Things is. It’s a cool show where kids fight monsters, and there are normal, heterosexual romances like Mlvn to root for, and there’s a badass superhero main character at the center.

Oh, there’s a gay character too? Well, that’s weird. I mean, y’all already have Robin, but whatever. I’m not homophobic! I’m cool with Will being gay… as long as he stays over there. Oh, he’s in love with Mike? Well, that’s even weirder. Why would the writers do that? I suppose that’s fine, as long as it’s just a little crush, and as long as it doesn’t get in the way of “the main storyline” and my OTP. I’m not homophobic, I swear! I have gay friends!

And they do. And they might not actively be against LGBTQ+ people in real life. They may really be telling the truth. But because they are Steves, this is where heteronormativity comes into play and blinds them. Main couples in shows are always straight, so the cool sci-fi, monster show they love must also be. They’re fine with Kevin Kellers, but queer Mike doesn’t fit the box that they allot to gay characters. So Mike must be the straightest character of all time to fight back against “weird delusional Byler theories” that would “come out of nowhere.” It’s not that they’re actively anti-gay; it’s that they are profoundly closed-minded and have a very myopic view of sexuality/storytelling/their favorite characters/their favorite shows. This is very similar to the XO, Kitty situation and people who were upset that Kitty was ‘suddenly’ bi and had a crush on Yuri.

WHAT?! Where did this come from? I thought I was watching a normal rom-com! I was fine with the gay characters on it who were clearly televised from the beginning! But Kitty? No! Kitty’s my self-insert. How can she like girls too? It must be a phase and be “less real” than her male love interests. This isn’t Heartstopper. The same weird energy is present in the ST fandom.

Byler being semi-canon isn’t seen as confirmation of a love triangle; it’s seen as a disruption to the norm and the foregone conclusion that Mike and El will be together forever and get married and have telekinetic children because the show owes that to them for all they’ve been through. “But why is Will inserted into their scenes?” we ask them, begging them to see reason. “Idk, but he should know his place and stop being a homewrecker and go find a new boy to like. Just leave the soulmates alone. Mike has already made clear he’s straight and that Will is nothing more than a friend. He said it in the roller rink!” This is how heteronormativity works.

That’s why Byler endgame will be so important because it will shatter preconceived notions and open people’s eyes to the beautiful tapestry of humanity. And they will see that this powerful, queer, coming-of-age, love story was right there, under their noses, in their “fun sci-fi monster show” this whole time. *Mind Blown*

[loweya-blog]

Cinderella (Obey Me Edition) Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

The next morning you had awoken from the ball, back at your home with dreamlike memories of the ball. Had it been real at all? There were no signs of the carriage or dresses, leaving you to believe it was just some wonderful but temporary dream. Work was the same tedious business with the displeasure of dealing with people. By the time you got home, exhaustion took hold and nothing sounded better than a nice warm bath. 

The water was simple since you couldn’t afford fancy bath salts or balms but it was pleasant. Until you felt the water rising above your head. You hadn’t left the faucet on. It felt as though you were sinking in a bottomless pit. Panic rose through your chest as you felt yourself sinking into the water. 

Before you could sink too far, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you out. You gasped for breath… only to realize you were in a garden, stepping out of a pond. When you looked up, there was the man from the first night with dark green hair. 

“I’m glad you could join us,” The handsome man said. 

When you looked down, the water of the pond had morphed into a gorgeous outfit soft as silk, leaving you with dripping shining jewelry and a mask upon your face. The moment you were out of the water, you were dry as a bone. 

“Where-” 

“Today is the second day of the masquerade. Please enjoy yourself.” 

With that interruption, he walked away, abandoning you to your confusion. Glowing warm lanterns and fairy lights hung from the nearby trees as the sound of laughter and chatter reached your ears. Perhaps last night wasn’t some dream after all….

As if on instinct, you go to find Mammon. The feeling of pins and needles spread across your feet and legs, maybe a side effect of that strange spell the butler had? Demons danced upon the water of the lake while others flew through the open gardens in their glittering gowns and finery. Bells and gentle music echoed while you searched for your friend. After hours of searching, he still hadn’t shown. You had a sinking feeling you’d been stood up. 

With a dejected sigh, you retreated to quieter parts of the garden. There was a cute little pond hidden by large orderly bushes and flowers. There was even a statue huddled in the corner with horns and a long black tail. It was as if it was trying to hide. When you stepped forwards, you tripped on a rock and landed on the statue, which was surprisingly soft. 

“EEK!” The statue screeched. 

Apparently not a statue. 

You immediately jumped to your feet and were about to apologize-

“Y-you! T-this isn’t some anime! You can’t be pulling that trope!” The not-a-statue protested with a blushing face. 

Under the gentle glow of the fairy lights you could see a masked demon with an awful mop top haircut and long scaly tail. 

“You like anime?” 

For some reason that was your first question. The demon blushed and barely managed to stutter out a response. 

“Y-yeah? So?! Anime is an important artform! Not that a normie like you would understand…” 

He’d once again retreated to his ball form as if somehow he could shrink enough to become invisible. His eyes lingered on the goldfish swimming around in the small pond. 

“What’s your favorite?” 

“The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl! It’s an anime about a demon who moves to the human world in order to learn more about it. However, in doing so, she loses some of her magical powers and turns into a young girl, only regaining her original form when she returns to the Devildom. And-” 

The rant continued for a long long time and by the time he was done, he had ranted the whole plot of season one.

“-there’s other anime that I like but most of them are in the human world. It’s not fair!” 

“Not fair?” You had to ask. 

“Of course not! Why should all humans get the best anime, mangas and videogames? Sure we have some in the devildom but not on the same level! I wish I could go to the human world and just play them instead of having to search the web for whatever the others were able to get,” The demon whined. 

“Is that why you are here instead of at the party? You don’t want to meet the humans who have access to that stuff?” 

The demon’s eyes widened with realization. It was as if he had entirely forgotten that humans in disguise were at the party. 

“You are the GOAT!” He exclaimed before shrinking back. “But there’s no way a dirty filthy otaku like me could possibly find a human in that crowd, let alone ask them.” 

“Why not treat it like you’re in an anime?” You suggest. 

He blinked in confusion. 

“…you know one of those animes with scandal and nobles and court rivalries?” 

“Oh! Like That Time I was Reincarnated as A Noble Villainess Then Had To Rise To Be Empress!” 

Wow. That was a mouthful of a name. Were they paid by the syllable? 

“But even then….those characters are smart and clever and had a hundred harem characters backing them up. I’m just a useless icky otaku….” 

“I’m no harem character but maybe I could help?” You say, offering him a hand. 

There was a hint of a smile on his face and even more blush. His tail swished from side to side as he cautiously took your hand, as if you’d betray him any moment. 

“I-I’m Leviathan.” He managed to say in a nervous voice as you both went to challenge the party and find those other humans. 

Entirely pretending you weren’t human of course. The both of you managed to make your own fun while at the party, avoiding those overly chatty while scouring the crowds for hints of who might be a human and who might not be. Leviathan used his horribly inaccurate anime information to slim down the possibilities while you just looked for the one other human. Eventually you both came across this Solomon fellow who Leviathan began begging for anime and other otaku resources from the human world. 

After he made his request, the both of you retreated back to your goldfish pond, the designated hideout. He yapped on and on about the human anime and manga he was looking forward to enjoying while you suddenly felt the sense of loneliness fade away. 

“H-hey…. Thanks. For um, for helping me. Maybe…. Maybe we can play a game or two together?” He asked. 

“That sounds nice,” You responded with a smile as the both of you sat next to the quiet pond. 

Then you heard the chiming of the castle clock echoing across the garden. Midnight. Before you had the chance to explain to Leviathan, you felt yourself surrounded by sea foam and bubbles. You reached out to him right before you were whisked back to the human world. 

When you woke up, you were in your bed with a soft robe wrapped around your shoulders with only the memories of goldfish and an otaku demon.

(@spffldlbrnf, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @rxpher, @akiitemo, @8-sinner-8)

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Even if we knew absolutely NOTHING about Vivziepop and her background/associations, she would STILL be criticized for her awful writing and the way she handles sensitive content in her work. Hazbin Hotel is not a show with something to say, or messages to deliver, it's a show made for people of her ilk to get their rocks off to and chortle at the edgy sex jokes like "oh ho ho, the Normies certainly wouldn't approve of this one!" It's a show that barely cares about its own characters outside of turning them into gooey fanfiction tropes and it's only reached the status it has because the pilot was the first of its kind in a time where online people were desperate for a lick of queer media.

And like, it's incredibly obvious that the original concept of Hazbin was made by a teenager- group of overdesigned tragic-backstory OCs with very little in common shoved together by a loose leaf plot into a group setting, sure, right. That's where most writers start out. But the thing with Vivziepop is that she received that first batch of criticism and dug her damn heels into the floor and said I AM NOT WRONG AND I REFUSE TO CHANGE. So we're here now, what, a decade later? And she's still hanging on to that teenage writing and mentality and is only spurred on by her peers and supporters saying YOU ARE NOT WRONG, DO NOT CHANGE.

Sorry for word vomiting into your inbox but I've been following the situation for a bit now and it's just ridiculous how big the whole thing's gotten.

Honestly the level of disrespect she gives to Angel’s trauma in being tonally inconsistent on whether the audience is supposed to take it seriously or if it’s a joke. The music videos about Angel’s backstory (Addicted, Poison) being made in part by a guy who gleefully expresses thinking it’s sexually satisfying to them and posts about it often on twitter is one nail in the coffin, Angel being totally fine and everyone treating it like a joke after he enters a relationship with Husk is another.

There’s also the obvious issue with the fact many of the named characters in hell are rapists, serial killers, and abusers. This makes the entire concept of the show an issue because the entire plot line is based on taking demons and rehabilitating them to become angels instead. It’s a plot that could work if it focused on people unjustly being sent to hell for being queer or doing drugs or just not being devoted to god or whatever, but there’s a crisp three characters who could be redeemed that were even sent to hell, the other demons who are decent people are native to hell.

She had to make the leader of the angels a massive douche because otherwise the idea of them going to hell and culling some genuinely bad people wouldn’t be that big of a deal really. She wants to have her cake and eat it too, she emphasizes how evil the average inhabitant of hell is to be edgy and then at the same time you’re supposed to feel bad for them and hate the angels for rejecting the idea of a bunch of serial killers and sex criminals becoming angels. It’s one of those things that feels like it should be a metaphor for immigration/refugees but it falls flat when she actually makes many of them bad people rather than just having the angels unjustifiably prejudicial. By making them cartoonishly evil, it doesn’t really make the prejudice seem unjustified.

[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

Moar Sukugo!

Just discovered Laufey and while I haven't yet to finish her entire discography- let me tell you, she sounds like she belongs in a fucking speakeasy during the height of the American Prohibition or some intimately lit jazz bar.

Which got me thinking of Sukugo again and now I need some variation of artist!Satoru and crime lord!Sukuna. And not just something that is the JJK cast shoved into some Prohibition era setting (even then, I think Baccano! is the only suitable setting that can match JJK's general crazy).

Meiji Era or Edo-Meiji transitional era Sukugo. Satoru is one of the few/many unintentionally affected by the Westernisation/modernisation of Japan. Sukuna is some sort of crime lord/gang leader/black market dealer that everyone knows not to cross and too powerful to take down. The geisha house Satoru and the rest of his ragtag family lived in was forced to shut down because of a corrupt official and Satoru crossed paths with Sukuna while looking for a way to feed the kids he took with him.

Rich artist Satoru and Yakuza boss Sukuna who meet because Satoru was very interested in preservation of intangible art history and was arguing with some developers for this one family and Sukuna came in with an assist because while he was a Yakuza boss, he was also a man of culture and the family Satoru was defending had a rich history going back to the late Heian era.

Blind musician Satoru and weary criminal Sukuna- who decided to head to more remote/frontier regions for a more peaceful 'retirement' but got caught up in a natural disaster. Satoru's music led him to the former's home and then he wound up being nursed by the former. They were housemates and you all know how that usually ends (in fanfic) 😏.

To expand more on the 3rd since it's grown in my mind- Satoru is a self-exiled noble's bastard son and the only parent he respected and honoured was his mother, whom he got his love of music from. Other than his bastard status, the fact that he was an albino in a extremely superstitious time didn't exactly endear him to anyone but his mother and very few others.

When he was told he was going blind- he took what he could carry, whatever his mother left him after she died, his favorite instrument and left. He ended up at a remote village friendly with some nearby Ainu tribes and some other villages and began teaching reading and writing while he could see before switching to music lessons.

It's something that Satoru openly laments about once he and Sukuna get together- that he couldn't get to see what Sukuna looked like before he went blind.

"But getting to know you like this isn't so bad either. I think I would've fallen in love with you no matter my sight." Satoru would say each time with a bright, cheeky grin as he kept Sukuna within reach and touch. And Sukuna would soften for this ridiculous man each time.

This one could also be canon'verse in a way too, if you're creative enough. Maybe during Sukuna's human years- whenever that is. Maybe early on, or just before, the Heian era? But let's make it interesting.

Sukuna is the elder of them, they always thought he'd go first. Of course, obviously, but only after some more years together. Hopefully many more years together. They never thought it would be Satoru who goes first.

Satoru dies, yes, but not to curses or sorcerors or curse users or even some random Xanatos Gambit plan of Kenjaku (if he's even around at this time. Do we even know how old that fucker is? Barring his general existence at/during the Heian era). A natural disaster is what brought them together, so a natural disaster is what tears them apart. Maybe make it a flood and a landslide to make it poetic :).

Something something, Satoru gets hit by some large, inescapable debris- normie that he is in this life and time- and Sukuna doesn't have or know RCT to help heal him. Satoru's last words, along with that same bright, cheeky grin- bloody as it was now, softened by their inevitable parting- somehow manage to break Sukuna's heart like nothing else ever would.

"I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you."

And then Satoru is gone and some part of Sukuna dies with him. After Satoru's burial, he leaves the little village that they called home to wander the country once more. And, eventually, the King of Curses rises, rampages (but never near that one village), rules and is sealed for centuries until he incarnates in his unknowing nephew one moonlit night.

And meets someone he never thought he'd see again. That deadened part of himself starts living again and Sukuna immediately shelves everything to pursue his Satoru again.

[twstbookclub]

Tickled Pink, But It's a Skill Issue

Summary: Idia is anything but thrilled at the soulmate mark on his wrist. After meeting his soulmate on one sunny day though, he's having second thoughts. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Comedy, Slight Angst, Romance, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Minor Swearing, Idia Gamer Speak, The Absolute Cringelord that is Idia Shroud, and Minor Book 6 spoilers

Word Count: 1,218

Idia Shroud stared at the words tattooed on his wrist with a grimace. Throughout his eighteen years of living, it still baffled him that the words he was born with cursed with, more like it were four words that made him want to shrink from embarrassment. Anyone else might have wondered about their soulmate once they saw their mark, but Idia might as well die from cringe.

“Your hair is pretty,” he muttered, shuddering. Really? Idia would rather have anything—anything, really—for a soulmate mark. What kind of soulmate’s first words to him would be about his hair, an untamed trail of flames and emotion? Emotions that made it obvious to anyone that he’s either angry or embarrassed? Emotions bearing impossible dreams, brutally crushed during his childhood? Idia would rather his soulmate curse or insult him for how much of a shut-in he is. If he was going to take the L and spend the rest of his life with this one person, at least make it believable.

Must be a normie hopeless romantic, Idia thought as he tapped and typed on his holographic screens. The type who dreams of a knight who saves them from a dragon for an RPG quest. Just like those prissy, trash-tier snobs at RSA. Just like a cliché romance plot in a B movie.

Idia knew he shouldn’t think of his soulmate like this before even meeting them. People his age already found their soulmates at this point. Couples holding hands in the park, sharing a drink in the restaurant booth, and all of the typical, mushy, lovey-dovey things people in love do. Well, people that aren’t the Shroud family. With how robotic they are, Idia doubts if the Shroud pair ever fell in love. He didn’t care to know about how his parents found each other. Even if he was curious as a kid, his parents never gave him the time of the day. Not when they were too busy to even look at their children who were going to inherit the fate of the Shrouds.

A faint crackle made Idia glance at the lock trailing down his shoulder. The orange tips of his hair shone like the beginning of twilight in his room, which was Idia’s cue to calm down. He huffed, subconsciously typing more aggressively than usual, and willed himself to forget his feelings. The thought of his soulmate always worked him up, or was it his parents?

“Who cares? I need to log in and do my dailies. I don’t want to break my log-in streak just because of this.”

Idia spent another evening in his room with nothing but his games, shoving ridiculous sentiment aside and waiting for Ortho to come back from class.

The next day was supposed to be ordinary, bleak, uneventful. Idia only went outside the comfort of his room to grab the newest video games and manga he ordered. Classes should’ve kept every NRC student busy. He could’ve slipped in and out of daylight without anyone noticing him.

“Your hair is pretty.”

Why is the Ramshackle Prefect here? Better yet, why did the universe give him a soulmate that was always surrounded by drama? Is he the main character of some sick comedy? Are the gods making fun of him at this point?

Idia Shroud, a stuttering coward in the crowd and a callous bastard behind the monitor, wanted to disappear right then and there. The tips of his hair flickered between fiery red and hot pink. His amber irises switched from the Prefect’s eyes, the cobblestone of Main Street, the Lord of the Underworld’s statue, and back to the Prefect’s eyes before he remembered that he shouldn’t be looking at them in the first place.

Maybe Idia should’ve worked on that drone to grab his deliveries for him. Maybe he could’ve avoided this outcome. Then again, if he couldn’t avoid his fate of being stuck as the Watchman, Idia could never run away from this even if he tried to.

He knew your name. Everyone does. You were the infamous magicless student in Night Raven College. You always found yourself in troublesome situations and with the SSR Epic Troublemakers. Riddle Rosehearts? Leona Kingscholar? Azul Ashengrotto? Does he need to list more of them to get the point across?

More importantly, you’re his soulmate. You. His. Idia’s mind was on the verge of a shutdown until he remembered that he should reply to you instead of standing like a spooked cat drenched in the rain.

“What’s a normie like you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in class with the monster kitty?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was his literal default being an asshole? His soulmate is standing not more than a meter in front of him, and he called them a normie. Brilliant. Can’t he level up his Charm stat just this once? Is he seriously having a skill issue right now?

While Idia was handling an internal battle with himself, you raised a brow. Oh no. He’s done it. Here comes the insult, the slap, the animosity he’s familiar with.

Except, you weren’t all those things.

“Did you just call me a normie?” You laughed, crossing your arms and grinning. The sound echoed in his ears, rattled his mind, and stole his every thought. Suddenly, Idia wanted to hear more of it. Honestly, this entire scenario feels like it was ripped out of a dating sim. This was getting into dangerous territory.

Idia’s hands hovered over his chest as he watched the magicless prefect. His shoulders visibly relaxed, but his fists clenched ‘til his knuckles turned ghostly pale. Well, that’s a first.

You kept going, undeterred by his insult, “It’s none of your business. I just wanted to say your hair’s pretty. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

You… didn’t know him. Idia didn’t know whether he should collapse from relief or cry about how invisible he was to you. Is this what it felt like to be a forgettable side character in a Triple-A game? Since when did it matter what you thought of him? Since when did he decide that you calling his hair pretty wasn’t cringe? Since when did his hair glow bright pink?

“Nevermind. I don’t have time for this.” You shook your head and walked around him. Idia almost grabbed your wrist out of instinct. As if this scene was straight out of a shoujo manga where the main character tries to reach out to her love interest before confessing. His hand shot back to his chest as if he was burned.

Oh great Seven, he’s turning into a walking cliché at the sight of his soulmate.

Idia’s heart jumped into his throat when you looked back at him with a knowing smirk. One that he knows will damn him for the rest of his life just because he wanted to get his video games and manga. Idia wanted to die on the spot at what you told him next.

“Look, you’re hot and all, but seriously? Pro tip: don’t insult your soulmate on sight. Make a better first impression next time, alright?”

Oh.

Oh.

Idia will make damn sure that he finishes that drone before he sees you again. Otherwise, he’ll combust on the spot and the pink flames will be screaming his infatuation for you.

[thetombedspirit]

Wednesday Headcanons and My Theories for Season 2

HEADCANONS

1. That wasn't Tyler!

It is my personal headcanon that antagonist!tyler is not Tyler but rather a whole other person. After all, the story of Jekyll and Hyde is that they were two people sharing a body: the respectable scientist and the homicidal serial killer. Kinda like Flayed!Billy from Stranger Things; the Hyde, his alter ego is dormant, but once Laurel gives commands, he's activated.

And like the f@#!ing grooming b!+ch she is, Laurel will name it Garret like a creep. I’M SORRY, BUT MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF IT AND NOW IT WON’T LET IT GO!

2. Not a Love Story

Honestly, I feel like a love story so soon into the show, especially a love triangle, was jumping the gun SO MUCH, especially for such a stoic character like Wednesday. It just made no sense to me realistically. Like, maybe after some more ‘evolving’ on Wednesday’s part in terms of friendship, then maybe she could consider ‘romance’ in season two, but as it stands now, it’s just a little weird for me personally.

And in terms of LGBTQA+? I’d headcanon Wednesday as a demiromantic asexual.

My Theories for Season 2

1.Tyler Redemption Arch

With Laurel gone (either dead or incarcerated), Tyler is supposedly left without a master. Or maybe Wednesday’s his new master with her victory over Laurel (kinda like Teen Wolf’s Matt and Gerard). This could leave Tyler to learn to control his Hyde side and maybe make amends with Wednesday and the other Outcasts. I wouldn’t jump back into romance with this story arch, but who knows?

2. Morning Song In Charge

I have a theory that with the dearly departed Principle Weems out of the picture, Morning Song, the mysterious siren cult Bianca’s mother’s involved in might take advantage of the vacuum to earn a couple more dollars, which could mean some sinister changes to the school. Like Umbridge levels of sinister. And Bianca will have to be forced to take a stand for her friends, her Nevermore family, when it goes too far.

3. Looking Through Sunglasses

So, the stalker has been theorised on multiple times and one of suspects with Yoko Tanaka, a vampire student who is not only a member of the Nightshade Society, giving her resources and opportunities, but is also one of the only cast members who doesn’t have much dialogue, or any, during the whole show’s runtime. The only instance we actually see her speak is in the application video.

Not only does her status as a member of the Nightshades give her time and resources, but she was also the one who Enid roomed with when she lost her patience with Wednesday. And with Enid being the go-to gossip hound, I’m sure Yoko soaked up all the information about Wednesday’s investigation and tendencies.

And don’t forget, Rowan Laslow, an excommunicated member of the Nightshades, was antagonistic towards Wednesday before his untimely demise. Maybe Yoko decided to jump on the Wednesday-Be-Gone band wagon after the whole Crackstone scenario, deciding that Wednesday was a force to chaotic to leave unchecked.

So a little friendly warning should go a long way. Right?

4. Goody will be the final antagonist

I don't believe Goody is really gone, not so soon into the game, anyway. Morticia told Wednesday that while Goody was a powerful witch, her vengeance and power consumed her ‘until she couldn’t save herself’. And whilst healing Wednesday, she smiled almost in relief, but not the sort of "yay, I saved you!" relief; more like a "this is working out better than I hoped" relief.

So I believe that as season 2 goes, Goody will slowly come to possess Wednesday's body, taking control and performing her magic once more: all in a nefarious plot to exact her vengeance on Jericho and Normies once and for all. And it'll be up to her Outcast friends to save her and help her fight back, despite Goody claiming that Wednesday was descend to be alone.

Right now, I’m playing it out almost like the boss battle in Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost!, where Wednesday is fighting for control, whilst the others are fighting to keep hold of Goody’s Book of Shadows to try and find the spell that will save Wednesday.

Anyway, those are my personal headcanons and theories for now! Hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to find out more!

[nedconte]

i got tagged by @zaegreus 💕 thank you!!

people I'd like to get to know better

last song/album: i was listening to abba while doing some dishes or something, and according to spotify the last song was knowing me, knowing you (a great song!! also unfortunately kinda relatable for me lately!)

favorite color: green and blue!

sweet, spicy or savory: i can only pick one? i guess it has to be sweet. i love chocolate too much

last tv show: i guess i haven't been watching anything else since my terror rewatches :D

last film: i went to see the zone of interest a week or two ago!

last thing i looked up online: this is a boring one - i often check meanings of words and sayings to make sure i'm using them right 😅 and last night i was reading and had to look up some words again.

relationship status: recently single, which is definitely for the best. however, i'm also finding out that breaking up didn't magically fix the fact that i feel lonely and undesirable and touch starved. i'd have to actually put in some effort and meet new people to change any of that. oof.

current obsession: to the surprise of absolutely none of my followers, it's still the terror and/or the franklin expedition. things are getting so bad that i'm this close to terrorposting on my normie social media (mostly instagram). like, at some point i want to post some of my sketches for my irls to see, and i keep drafting some ig stories, and then i write something like "he's my favorite soup ingredient boy" and go like ookaayy maybe i shouldn't post that

i'm tagging @jurassic-cunt @seresuns @joondemiel @sparrow30 and anyone else who wants to do this! 😇

[josephtrohman]

Do you have any Joetrick recs?

kicking my feet twirling my hair blinking my big wet eyes at you holding u gently in my arms so on and so forth...i Am still working on a real full fics recs page but it's like a bigger job than i expected so idk when i'll be done it ...anyways maybe one day but for now here are my favest faves :^) sorry it's a lot and i kind of said too much BGDJKGBDHJGB, CLEARLY im very passionate (also no matter what i do the formatting keeps getting messed up lmfao sorry.)

combinatorics by heyginger. patrick is in luvvv with joe when joe starts online dating during tour, and basically tension and feelings and etc etc ensue. the first time i read it i was like running around my house and squealing out loud and everything bc it's just that perfect, and it really only gets better upon re-reading bc you pick up on little things you didn't notice the first time! the tension and the misunderstandings are, at times, painful and you really feel everything patrick is going through, but it really keeps you on your toes! i feel like the characterization is perfect in this and i just can't get enough. also this is the fic i read to my partner (if you are a true josephtrohman fan and saw the post HAHAHAH), he really enjoyed it and is interested in me reading more of my favs to him bc of it, so it even has the normie stamp of approval ;)

hedonism by rosiedoesfic. patrick is in a toxic relationship with pete, but patrick and joe begin an affair and it leads to a mess of feelings and fighting and etc etc. it's angsty and it hurts and everything like that but god it's also sooo brilliantly written. rosie has this amazing gift of writing the voices so realistically, including and especially the complexities of joe's inner monologue! i mean not that i know joe’s inner monologue irl obviously but it feels so realistic…this fic a punch in the gut to read, and obviously i prefer when fob are like Friends rather than fighting but this fic is insanely beautiful that i can look past that preference of mine lol. one of the fics i've re-read the most because it's been a fave for a long time. so so so heart-achingly GOOD.

thnks fr th knckers by rosiedoesfic. a pair of panties gets thrown on stage at a show, and the floodgates open essentially, with patrick at the centre of it, grappling with finding it hot and also thinking it's weird basically. because of this internal dilemma, the tension (sorry i don't have a better word it's always tension lol) is like soooo perfect, like patrick fighting it but he can't UGHGHBG. it's a little naughty obviously but with some real plot and this is probably the singular fic i've reread the most throughout my life!!! i'm not even normally into panty kink stuff (not a problem with it, it's just something that's never been like a big turn on for me or anything) but this fic is AMAZING.

above are my three favest faves EVER and i go absolutely nutso for them, as you can tell!! i kind of cycle through the three of those for which one i call my all time favourite depending on my mood <3 if you only are interested in reading some of these, PLEASE PLEASE read the above three!!! i could go on forever and ever about them and just really leave this reclist there at those three, but just cuz i loveeee to talk about fic i'll touch on some others

in general, you really can't go wrong with any of rosie's fics!! i've read literally every single joetrick fic she's ever written and all of them are amazing, seriously very much our joetrick queen (hi rosie if you're reading this <3). some specific highlights for me in her catalogue include fairytale of new york (a really neat holidays fic with a hint of magic, i just re-read it the other day even tho it's july and it's so so so good) and technology (another fic written for the same prompt as combinatorics, all about online dating and catching feelings!! ughhhh amazing). i also would be remiss to NOT mention the world's not waiting which has an almost legendary status in joetrick/fob world, and rightfully so bc it's SOOO good and sweeps you away and then you blink and your whole day was spent just reading this fanfic lol...and it's been on a bit of pause BUT rosie has promised she's planning on resuming when she has time so better get to reading it so you're ready whenever there's the next update anon ;)

heyginger's got some other great ones too but there are only i think like 2 other joetrick fics on heyginger's page (both are shorter but SOOOO GOOD - bdsm and good fortune. since they're shorter i'll let the fics speak for themself!)

ok ok now for a couple outside of just gushing about rosie and heyginger BGDHBGHJDB. im going to keep the descriptions etc to a more minimum cuz im losing steam but. yeah ;)

my heart goes with you by likeasugarcube. prom fic with amazing smut, this is one of the first joetrick fics i remember reading as a teen and i always keep coming back to it!

intensity by likethepaint. perfect lil fic about patrick's temper, or rather, patrick's intensity, and stuff basically, and no further spoilers :) but really good!

there is no natural religion by carleton97. short and a lil smutty, and i'll leave it at that :)

brace yourself and find a safe place by distortedmya. amazing fic about joe coming out as an adult, and it's soooo sweet <3

summer of like by heartofthesunrise. yes it may be the petekey title but it more focusses on j+p with some petekey drama off to the side that ends early on actually if i remember correctly. so dang sweet and the way the writing places you in the ambiance is kind of magical (i first read it in the winter and reading it truly felt like it was summer!)

sorry if this is a lot. i didn't expect to pop off but hi. the way this is me holding back a bit too, im crazy and you all know it GDBHBDHJBGDJBJ. clearly im passionate about this topic and i hope you enjoy my recs!!!!! and dont find me too annoying dear anon hahahahah

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 8)

Note: I’ve had a really hectic birthday week so this is coming up really late, but I wouldn’t stop writing it because I still have so many ideas about this fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy it! 

Background: Reader was confronted by Wednesday on giving the false testimony after Rowan’s death. Before the fencing practice began, Reader received an unexpected summon from her Coven. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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As soon as I stepped into the fencing arena, I was hushed aside by Wednesday. She was standing right next to the giant statue, sulking in her usual manner. 

“Rowen showed up last night at school.” Wednesday asked, though interrogating would be a more suited word. 

“Um… Good for him, I guess?” I raised an eyebrow, poised and still, even if there was thousands of questions in my mind just by hearing that sentence. He laid dead in the woods. I saw that with my own two eyes. Unless my eyes had deluded me, Rowan shouldn’t be able to show up anywhere except fo a casket, if there was even an open casket for him at all. 

“You saw him dying in the woods last night too, didn’t you?” Wednesday continued her questioning. 

“It was dark, I didn’t exactly saw him. All I saw was you passing out.” I rolled my eye. Wednesday’s stubbornness could really exhaust one’s patience. 

“Thing followed him to the station today. He disappeared right in a bathroom with no available escape.” Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Why are you telling me that?” For some reasons, she had suddenly involved me as her accomplice in this ridiculous investigation. 

“I know you don’t believe he can walk away from the woods after last night, either. Don’t you want to get to the bottom of it?” 

I did want to find out what was really happening, even if I had a different ulterior motive than her. Wednesday was completely right, I didn’t believe someone could stand back on their own feet after sustain that kind of injury. 

“I wish I could help you, but honestly, I don’t have the time for this right now.” I pursed my lips, leaving the pigtailed upstart by the statue. 

My fingertips were inches away from the handle of the fencing blade when a fretful fear jolted through my entire body. It was a deeply uncomfortable sensation and it was the summoning of a Supreme. I knew something went terribly wrong when Joy didn’t reach me on the phone but instead, summoned me directly in the true wielder nature. 

“Y/N…” Joy’s voice echoed in my mind, but she was maimed. Her heart was barely beating and I could feel it. She wasn’t injured, not physically, but she was drained, exhausted… of her power.  

I stepped outside of the arena, as calm as I could possible pose, but every inch of me was trembling from an immense level of anxiety. The Coven was an hour away from Jericho. If she was dying, I wouldn’t have the time to travel in modern normie technologies. As much as I tried to refrain from using chaos in Jericho and even Nevermore, I had to break a few personal rules when it came to cases of grave urgency. I ran inside a bathroom stall as a I opened a portal to the Coven. 

The throne room was just the same as I remembered, scarce statues of past Supreme connecting one another on every corner of the room. “Sleek minimalism”, as Joy had once described this as her favorite style. Except it was dark, with the only light pierced through the darkness from the stained glass window. The tinted purple light poured on the weak Supreme. Joy laid against the leg of her marble throne the dimmed light of the room, she was almost just as pale as the marbles around her. Joy had always loved the color and the coldness of marble, but I doubt she’d like it on herself. 

“Joy!” I dashed to her side, helping her back up to her throne. “What happened?” 

She held onto my forearm. Her skin, now pale, and wrinkly with darkened veins screaming underneath, exactly like the marble. The burnt mark of a chain remained on her neck. 

“I was attacked…” Joy muttered under her breath, as if speaking at this moment had taken most of her strength. 

“Who? How?” I raised my hand over her neck but even with the disappearance of the burnt mark, she hadn’t regained her strength. Whatever damage it was, it wasn’t just physical. The chain was merely an instrument of containment. The attacker did something way worse to her. 

“I didn’t see the face…” Joy coughed softly, her voice, raspy and weak now. “There’s something I haven’t told you about Marge’s death. When I found her, she wasn’t just dead. Someone took her power before they killed her. Whoever they are, they were trying to do the same to me…” 

I bit down on my lip, visibly shaking from anger. The chaos was what kept wielders’ souls travelling onto their next life. It was the very essence of our existence. Taking away the chaos would ripped a wielder’s chance to move on. To us, that would be the true death. Without our power, we would be damned to oblivion. There would not be hell or heaven for us. The victim would be forever trapped with their pain, their rage, their fear, their sorrow, screaming and suffering in the thief’s body, all the while watching as their killer used their power against their will. As I attempted to heal Joy, I knew everything I do now was in vain. With the majority of her power stolen, whatever was left in her was slipping away by the second. 

“I can’t…” I tried over and over again, placing my hand over her hand, her heart… but I couldn’t restore her chaos. I could feel it slipping away from my very grip, her life. It was like catching smoke with bare hands. I didn’t know what else I could do for her except keeping trying over and over again until the warm tears rolled down along my cheek, my chin, and eventually hitting the ground. I couldn’t breath. “There must be a way…” 

“There is one, Y/N…” Joy caressed my face with her hand. “Take it… Take my chaos…” 

“No! No, there must be another way! No… I’ll seal you back up and you can… come back…” Every word from my mouth became a soft whimper. I knew I couldn’t seal her back up, not this time, but if I didn’t do it, Joy’d be lost, forever. 

“This is the only way and you know it. Please, Y/N. I know this is a lot to ask but our enemy has Marge’s and most of my chaos. You need to take my power to defeat them… Take it, protect the others…” Joy wiped the tears from my cheek, holding my hand over her chest gently. “It’s okay… I’ll live through you.” 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I kept repeating it to myself over and over again. The red glow effused from her chest, entering my palm. It was soft, gentle and warm, just like Joy herself. I couldn’t tell whether the harrowing ache in me was physical or psychological. For the longest time, I’d blamed her and the rest of the Coven for not coming to my rescue, but when they needed me, turned out I couldn’t do anything for them either. I just breathed and walked as usual when they were killed, suffering in the body of their killer till the end of time. What right did I have to hold grudges against them when I stood by and did nothing to save them? 

As the glow faded completely, so did Joy. She sat on her marble throne, slouching against the back of the seat lifelessly. Her eyes closed shut, her breath was nowhere to be heard. I couldn’t imagine it was just a few months ago, when she was sitting on this very seat, calling me because she had a bad date with the witch next door. I couldn’t fathom the idea of never receiving her annoying calls, but now I had to live with it. I knelt down before her, hand still holding hers, pressing my face close to her hand. She became colder and colder. The only temperature was the warm tears that fell from my eyes, onto her stone cold skin. 

I lost track of time. I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I could feel was emptiness. It felt like I was sinking down a sea of void and nothingness. No matter how hard I swam, I couldn’t reach the surface. I could only drown in it. Daylight became nights, and nights welcomed daybreak. I remained in the same spot, hoping that at one point Joy would open her eyes and say “I know you care about me”, but it didn’t happen. 

The tears had dried off on my face, leaving behind only their traces, mixed with the black from that mascara that ran down with them. In my absolute desolation, a face appeared in my mind. The one person who kept me grounded, anchored in this life. 

“Tyler…” I whispered. It was then when I realized how coarse my voice had become. As if he was the only one who could relieve my utter devastation, I called to his name mindlessly. 

I need you… 

I knew he couldn’t hear me inside of the Coven. My limbs felt like they had the weight of bricks tied to them. I couldn’t even lift my hands up to reach my phone. His name was the only thing I could think of. Maybe this was the way I would die… killed helplessly by a violent downpour of guilt and fury. 

With a loud thumping on the door of the Coven, I jumped slightly, staring at the hallway with half-closed eyes. In the faint light from the door, the silhouette of a gigantic creature lurched through the hallway to the entry of the throne room, the Hyde. The debris of mud and crushed leaves remained over the grey skin of his hands and feet. With the grim sounds of bones cracking, snapping back into the place of a human frame, Tyler walked through the hall to my side.

My eyes widened at the sight of him. The Hyde responded to my faint call from miles away. However he heard me didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here. 

“Tyler, they killed her…” I mumbled faintly, turning to him with dry, swollen eyes. 

“Who did it?” Tyler pulled me away from Joy’s body, holding me close in his embrace. 

“I don’t know… This is just like Salem all over again, and I don’t even know who did it.” I pressed my hands vehemently against my skull until my nails dug into my scalp. The physical pain didn’t seem to make the fury any easier for the heart as I wished. 

Tyler grasped my hands to his chest to keep me from hurting myself. My wailing echoed in the desolate throne room. The fortress I’d built to keep my nightmare away had fallen apart. The façade I’d designed for myself collapsed, crumbled to pieces in front of my very eyes. A history I thought had been washed away as time passed resurfaced in a gruesome storm, and it was about to repeat itself. 

“It’s not your fault.” Tyler consoled gingerly. His hand smoothing the frizziness in my locks. “You weren’t here to stop it.” 

Tyler’s word of comfort ignited a fleeting whim in my head. I might not be able to see for myself exactly who attacked Joy, but I knew someone who could. The faction of witch who could see through past, present, and future; those who held the power to bridge the Nether and the living; those with crystal visions who could tell truth from lies – the seers. 

With a touch to the floor, I sealed the room with a rune for protection to keep out everyone and to preserve Joy’s body. I held onto Tyler’s arm as I stood up. My legs were numbed from kneeling on the floor for hours. 

“I need to find….” As I tried to walk on my own two legs, the sudden lack of balance almost made me trip on my face if Tyler didn’t caught me in time. 

“No. It can wait. You need to rest now.” He interrupted, voice grave and bleak, obviously upset with my disregard of my body’s state. I’d never seen him speaking with such perilous seriousness. As much as I would like to defy his insistence, I was also well aware of the state I was in. I was in no condition to travel any further than 3 meters. With my look of defeat, Tyler was ready to transform back to the Hyde. I stopped him before he could. 

“I’ll take us back.” My entirely body laid fully on his support, drawing out a portal directly to the Galpin’s house. 

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Tyler’s mouth gaped in awe, shocked with the display of teleportation. 

“I appreciate the flattery.”  

@sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​ @britteny69

[kingluffy5]

Playing Detectives Pt 3 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Finally starting to move a few steps forward into their investigation Y/N have discovered the existence of a secret society, found the second half to the drawing the details their destiny, and while they were at it they knocked Wednesday’s mortal enemy down a peg, however they have just been seemingly kidnapped.

The two of us are now tied to couple of chairs, after the bags are ripped off of our heads a projector is used to shine light into our eyes and in front of us stand several hooded figures wearing masks, most of whom are clearly people we know.

“Who dares breach our inner sanctum.” Bianca says distorting her voice

“You can take the mask off Bianca.” Wednesday replies.

Everyone takes off their own masks as well, Bianca, Ajax, Xavier, Yoko, Divina, even Jack, Jason, Gwen, and Amelia are there.

“Wait I preferred you with it on.” Wednesday says, which me, Jack, and Jason laugh at.

“How did you get down here?” Xavier asks.

“Rowan showed us.” I respond.

“Left pocket.” Wednesday says.

Xavier walks over and takes the drawing out of her pocket and unfolds it.

“We tracked the watermark down to the Poe statue and then we solved the riddle.”

“Wait there’s a riddle? I thought we just snap twice.” One of them questions.

“Well aren’t you the brightest in the bunch.”

“The Nightshade are an elite social club, emphasis on elite.” Bianca says.

“We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip.” One of the says.

“And Yoko is an amateur mixologist.” Another says.

“She makes a killer virgin mojito, it can get pretty wild.”

“Wow do you guys even have a bed time, last I heard the Nightshades have been disbanded.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“Yeah, the group kind of lost their charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died.” Xavier answers.

“But we have a lot of wealthy alumni so Weems looks the other way as long as no one makes any waves.” One of them answers.

“Wait how come none of you guys ever told me about this?” I ask my siblings and cousin.

“We tried to you just never cared to listen to us.” Jason answered.

“Name one time.” I challenge, seriously I pay attention to them and care about what they’re up to, I find it hurtful they don’t think that.

“A few months ago when I first joined I tried to tell you but you said you were busy reading.” Gwen says.

“One month ago we were going to invite you to take the pledge but you said you couldn’t talk because you were going to beekeeping.” Jack says.

“I literally was about to invite you for the third time to take the pledge last week but you said you had to go down to your forgery.” Amelia points out

“You have a forgery?” Wednesday asks.

“Yeah Weems lets me have as long as nobody gets stabbed and all the swords I make stay in there.” I explain.

“We’re getting off track here what is your history with Rowan?” Wednesday asks.

“We booted that loser last semester, question is what are going to do with them?” Bianca says. “Only members are allowed in this library.”

“I say we invite her to pledge.” Xavier says. “She has a legacy.” He then points to a picture of Wednesday’s parents when they went here.

“What about me?” I ask.

“We could invite him too.” Gwen suggests.

“After the crap she pulled in the Poe Cup there’s no way in hell, we talk about not making waves she’s a tsunami, and Y/N is like her shadow.” Bianca says rejecting us, I personally think of me and Wednesday as equal partners so the shadow comment wasn’t appreciated, especially with the glare I earned from Xavier after it.

“Just because I beat you at your own game, let me save you the trouble, I’m not interested in joining.”

“Me neither.” I say.

“You’re seriously turning us down.” One of them says sounding offended.

“Can you believe it.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“Untie them.” Bianca orders.

“We freed ourselves five minutes ago.” Wednesday says as we hold up the ropes and I flip them off.

We then get up and hand our ropes to Xavier, as we make our way to the staircase one of them blocks our way, this one had a black eye, I don’t know how they got it but I have a feeling Wednesday was involved.

“Do you want a matching black eye?” She threatens as I crack my knuckles.

We then make our way up the stairs before Wednesday stops. “It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name.”

We then leave.

— — —

I’m now sitting in my next Therapy session having to deal with avoiding some of Kinbott’s exercises.

“What does this ink blotch look like?”

“The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”

“And this one Y/N”

“The birthmark on my uncle’s ass.”

She sighs and puts the cards down on her lap. “Y/N, we’ve been having our sessions for half a year at this point, and we barely made any headway, so stop bullshiting this and for once give me a straight answer.”

“We have made progress, several weeks ago we realized a trigger for my panic attacks are moments where I feel guilty for some reason or another.” I point out.

She just holds up the card, I sigh and take a good look at it. “A cat and a bird.” I answer.

“Hm, that answer indicates that the patient is holding onto guilt from a traumatic experience they believe is there fault, what do you think is that experience?”

“I have no idea.” I lie through my teeth, I know perfectly well what it is, and I don’t have any intention on telling anyone.”

We run out the session talking about stuff that has been going on at school and stuff.

— — —

Me and Wends are standing out in the quad holding the drawing of the two of us and the pilgrim surrounded by fire up to where the events are apparently going to take place.

We were also out in the quad because of Weems’ announcement, we will all be doing jobs around Jericho as part of, in my opinion, the most horrible part of the year, outreach day. But today we have to deal with going to some unveiling of a statue in the town, it will have performances by Nevermore students, I know Enid and Gwen are doing one of the performances so I’ll watch for them.

Now we are getting handed the envelopes saying where we are working.

“Yes, I got Pilgrim World, I do have natural people skills and a love of preforming so it’s kind of the obvi choice. What did you guys get.” Enid asks us.

“I got the Weathervane.” I answer.

“Euriah’s heap, whatever that is.” Wednesday says causing Enid to grimace.

“It’s this weird creepy antique store, you’ll like it though, I’m crossing my claws Ajax and I get paired together.” Enid says excitedly.

We then look over at him and Xavier and I hear him say he’s got the Weathervane as well, that should be fun.

Enid leaves and Weems comes over and tells Wednesday that she will be playing her cello alongside the Jericho high school band.

We hop on one of the vans to Jericho.

Wednesday goes to talk with Xavier while he’s staring some blank wall and I go off to explore a little.

We then go sit at the town square as the Mayor thanks us for our generosity and makes some corny joke before Weems dismisses us.

“Enid switch volunteer assignments with me.” Wednesday asks her.

“No, Euriah’s heap is definitely not my bag.”

“It’s an emergency I need to check out Pilgrim World.”

“But Wednesday this isn’t a fair trade why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crappola.”

“Because Ajax is going to be there, Thing took sneaked a peek at his assignment, but if you’re not interested.”

“No, oh my god, thank you, you’re the best.” Enid thanks her before running off.

“Good luck at Pilgrim World, I got that one last year a lot of Normies work there and they hate Nevermore kids.” I warn before we part ways.

— — —

I’ve been working here for about an hour and nothing really special has been going on, when Tyler tried to show me and Xavier how to make the coffee I showed him I already know how. I saw Weems, Thornhill, and the Mayor talking for a little bit but I didn’t really care what they were talking about, probably just boring stuff about taxes or bills or whatever adults talk about.

When I catch Xavier glaring again at me I decide that enough is enough.

“Look man, either you can actually yell at me or you can keep pouting like a baby, which will it be.”

“I don’t know, so far pouting seems to be doing just fine.”

“What is up with you, we never really hung out but now it feels like you hate me.”

He then sighs and leans against the counter. “Honestly I’m just jealous of you and Wednesday, somehow you made it so she doesn’t hate being around you at every moment.”

“Dude me and Wednesday aren’t dating if that’s what you’re worried about, we’re just looking into Rowan and the monster.” I answer, I don’t know why but when I say that me and Wends aren’t a thing I feel a little twinge in my chest.

“Yeah she was asking about him and Crackstone earlier.”

“Crackstone?” I ask.

“Jeez, it’s like I’m the only one who knows anything about him, he founded Jericho, he was in some picture she was looking at that had you two in it as well.” He tells me.

“Thanks, that’s really helpful, and me and Wednesday are really only friends, we cool?” I ask him.

“Yeah we’re good.” He says.

“Hey you ever gonna tell everyone what happened to your eye, I know it happened a few years ago and that you missed a few weeks of school for it but other than that not even Enid knows?” He asks.

“Nah, and no offense we may have just gotten back on good terms but if I ever finally tell everyone what went down with my eye it most certainly won’t be you.”

We share a quick laugh before he walks off to help a customer.

I help a few more customers before Wednesday walks in, sadly she’s in her Nevermore uniform, I would have paid anything to see her in the Pilgrim uniform, Eugene better have grabbed me a picture.

Xavier went to greet her, but she quickly turned him away, saying she’s there to talk to Tyler.

“You know the original pilgrim meeting house from the 1600s, do you know if it’s still around?”

“What’s left of it is out in the woods but it’s pretty much in ruins.”

I finally walk over to them and look at the map.

“Show us.” She says, he points to where it is.

“But it’s kinda sketchy, squatters and methheads use that place as a crash pad, my dad has to clear it out every couple of weeks, what’s this about?” he asks.

“Nothing.” She says.

“You guys are really becoming obsessed with this whole monster in the woods thing.”

“Would you rather I developed an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help.”

I go to grab my stuff to tag along while Tyler says he could take her later which she rejects, why do I feel happy that she turned him down.

“I’m taking my lunch brake boss.” I tell Tyler tossing the ridiculous apron behind the counter as I walk out with Wednesday, I notice Xavier looking at us, I swear if he still thinks me and Wednesday are dating I will trash his art studio.

— — —

We arrive at the ruins of the old pilgrim meeting house and start to investigate.

Thing signs that he was expecting more when an old homeless guy asks her who she’s talking too, Thing manages to scare him off by grabbing onto his throat.

We look around a little more before Thing asks if she can control her visions.

“No, I can’t just touch something, my visions happen spontaneously.”

He then signs that she should ask her mom for advice.

“I’d rather dye my hair pink then ask my mother for advice, oh you want me to prove it to you.” She then goes around touching various parts of the ruins before grabbing a Taco Bell bag, sarcastically saying it would give them some real insight, and faking a vision. For as closed off and deadpan as she is, Wends has a great sense of humor.

“We could still give it a shot.” I suggest.

“No, my visions are about as predictable as a shark attack.” She remarks walking away, but when her hand touches the door she has another vision causing her to fall, I catch her and lay her down on the ground. While she’s out I decide to make small tall with Thing.

“How do you get you’re nails to look so good?” I ask

‘Me and Enid give each other manicures.’ He signs

“Ah.”

‘What makes your family outcasts?’ He asks

“We are wizards but we mostly focus on alchemy and runes.” I answer

We then spend a while just chatting about mine family and his and Wednesday’s.

“It looks like it’s going to rain, maybe we’ll get lucky and have to miss the statue thing” I say looking at the sky.

Wednesday bolts up looking shocked. “Thing, Y/N I saw her, the girl from my visions, her name is Goody Addams and I believe she is my ancestor from 400 years ago.”

Now, if I went to any other school and befriended any other girl, then this would sound insane, but since I don’t I wasn’t as shocked as one might have been hearing this, I was still shocked, but not as shocked.

We then get up as it started to rain and we heard sounds coming from outside, we look and suddenly the monster reveals itself. As quickly as it appears it runs off. We run after it and followed it’s tracks, but something strange happened, the tracks started shifting from that of the monster to human tracks.

“The monster is human.” Wednesday thinks out loud.

“What the hell are you doing?” Xavier asks holding his umbrella suddenly appearing from out of nowhere.

“We were following the monster.” Wednesday answers.

“Wait you saw it, it’s here, you have a death with or something?”

“What exactly are you doing out here?” Wednesday asks him.

“I heard you were checking out the old meeting house, guess I’m just lucky when I did.” He says as if we couldn’t have handled it ourselves.

“We did learn one thing, the monster is human, it’s tracks turn from monster prints to human ones.”

“Show me.”

We turn to show him but the rain washed the tracks away, Xavier scoffs at that.

“We know what we saw.” Wednesday says.

“I’m trying to keep an open mind.”

“How big of you.”

“I think you may be right about Rowan.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?” I ask him.

“I texted him again today, said maybe we should meet up over spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year, only this time he texted right back and said he wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday realizes.

“Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness, I didn’t want to think that something bad had happened.”

“The cover up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday says.

“I need you to be honest with me, why did you guys come out to the old meeting house in the first place.”

“We were trying to lean more about Crackstone, figure out how he’s connected to all this.” I say.

“Yeah and you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right.” He says to Wends.

“What makes you think I have any?” She asks.

“Lucky guess, when did they start.”

“About a year ago, when they happen it feels like I’m touching live wire, I usually enjoy that sensation.” She says

“Yeah, but you can’t control it and that freaks you out.” He says “My dad’s a psychic.”

“Vincent Thorp, my brother’s his number one fan.” She reveals. “Watched his Vegas special so many times I’m surprised it’s not imprinted on his eyeballs.”

“So I’ve lived with the self described master and the first thing he’ll tell you is that the visions can’t be trusted, they only show you one half of the picture.”

“I saw Joseph Crackstone as clearly as I’m seeing you now, he gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“Okay he was a sadistic asshole, so what it was 400 it has nothing to do with now.”

“But what if it does, you saw Rowans drawing, Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“Your creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up, they’re showing you what you want to see.”

“Are you mansplaning my power?” She asks rhetorically.

“All I’m saying is my dad, the expert, would tell you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic, their triggered by emotions, and let’s be honest emotion isn’t your strong suit.”

“I believe Rowan was right, something bad is going to happen and we need to stop it.” Wednesday says referring to the two of us. “Starting with that monster, whoever it is.”

We walk off to go to the town square where for some reason it looks like it never rained and me and Wends were completely dry.

Wednesday went to go set up her Cello while I went to go sit by me family.

“Where are you and Wednesday coming from?” Gwen asked.

“The old meeting house in the woods, we were looking into some stuff and found out that the monster is actually human.” I say

“That’s crazy.” Amelia said shocked.

“That’s what Xavier said when he showed up.” I pointed out.

“Did he really have to be a cockblock for such a romantic date.” Jack said teasingly.

Eventually the Mayor starts to make his speech so I take that as my signal to doze off.

I thought I heard something and when I looked over my shoulder behind the stands I see thing light a match and throw it onto a trial of gasoline, this trail led into the statue’s fountain feature causing it to explode.

While most people ran away me and my family were laughing our asses at the fact the Wends stayed to play her Cello.

— — —

After the explosion Wends was sent to Weems’ office. After that Enid had her date with Ajax and I went to sleep, but not before congratulating Wends on a job well done in Jericho today, turning a dreadfully boring assembly into something truly entertaining. I’m also excited to start making some real progress on the case, figuring out who Rowan’s imposter is and who this monster is, are they the same person are they even connected. Who is it, and what is their goal.

[kaisacobra]

So I'd like to start by saying I can't believe you called tara a gnome 😭😂

I personally voted for Enid - I think while she's very sugar-coated, we often forget that she can be pretty head strong. She's gotten shafted in her family life so she values the relationships she does make outside of them (yoko, thing, wednesday, etc.) She does also have more bite than we really expect, showing her backbone when she told wednesday to apologize to thing before she agrees to help her. She also did mock wednesday about it too when she asked her why she couldn't go to thing for help ["oh wait, you can't because he's mad at you."] Wednesday, scary goth with a lot of knives and many expulsions under her belt (one involving a pool and piranhas).

She's also a bit suspicious of others, mainly normies, but that seems to be due to her outcast status, so if you take out the supernatural, you can spin it some other way.

Though reading so many Kate supporters in your comments is so cool because I know next to nothing about her character so the second-hand knowledge is so engaging that I've shifted my sails to her.

Well, i didn't call Tara a gnome... Kate did🤭

I do see your points for Enid and i agree with them, which is why Enid was my first option to be R's new friend (even though i ended up switching her to Kate)

I hope you end up liking my version of Kate! She's my absolute favorite super hero and i just love her so much that it makes me excited to mix two universes that I'm completely obsessed about