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piratefishmama · 2 years ago

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For One Night Only | Part 2

Eddie remembered a lot about Steve Harrington, so to get this fresh new perspective on him… it was wild. He remembered a jock, the king of Hawkins High, the king of Hawkins in general, women wanted him, men wanted to be him, or in some cases men also wanted him. Rich, popular, kind of a jackass at times but never mean enough to warrant dislike. Would have never associated with Eddie’s kind, but yet there he was, comfortable on Eddie’s hotel bed, one long leg crossed over the other as they moved on from pleasantries to business.

Steve wasn’t there as a social call, no matter how fun it might have been to catch up. He had a job to do, and Steve was good at his job.

“Alright, considering our history, or what little of it we have, it might be a good idea to use it if asked on the carpet how we met, I can spin a story about us being secret high school sweethearts who recently reconnected as friends if you want, really big you up to the paps.”

“As lovely as that idea is since high school me would have been thrilled to have been your secret sweetheart” Steve grinned “shut up, I was a nerd with a crush leave me alone” the snigger that followed only made Eddie smile, it wasn’t a hurtful laugh, and Steve’s smile was just to radiant to be mad at. “I said shut up!”

“Shutting up” the smile stayed though as he mimed zipping his lips. Adorable bastard.

“Anyway, as lovely as that idea is, too many people knew us in high school, if the press got word that it was a lie from one of our mutual past acquaintances, eh it’s a hornets nest I don’t wanna poke. Too many what ifs, but we could say that we went to school together, it’s true, we could say that we reconnected recently and… y’know, hit it off…”

“We are hitting it off.” Steve mused, tapping his finger to his chin in thought. “I like it, easy, close to the truth, very little room for mistakes. So I’m to be your date, not just a friend joining you for the evening?” That was what the invite had requested but… Steve was clearly amusing himself by making Eddie squirm a little.

“Mmmhm, yep. Steve Harrington, my date, Can time travel just exist already?”

“Haha, why?”

“Teenage me could do with a visit right this second to tell him Steve Harrington is gonna be our date someday.”

Steve covered his mouth as he laughed so sweetly, the picture of perfection as always. His nose scrunching just a little as he laughed. “Were you always this cute, Eddie?”

“Mmhm, once upon a time, I was even cuter, I swear.”

“I’ll believe you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know, thousands wouldn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for cute brunettes with big ol Bambi eyes, can't help but believe everything they say.” Eddie hadn’t felt his cheeks warm in years and yet there he was, hiding behind his hair, his complexion turning as red as a fire hydrant, stupid pale skin.

Speaking of brunettes, and incredibly convenient subject changes for the safety of his own composure. “Wait, YOU’RE who Nancy knows!”

“You know Nance?”

“She’s our manager now, man, gets us all the best shit! I met her in a bar after she totally blew off the journalism thing, something about sexist work environments and bosses who wouldn’t know a real story if it slapped them directly in the face. They kept giving her fluff pieces.” Nancy Wheeler, a fluff writer, the audacity of anyone who ever made that assumption. “Now she’s the most badass manager in metal history. I swear to god she’s made many a producer pale in fear at the very mention of her name.” She read all the fine print, with a goddamn magnifying glass. She’d made a grown men cry multiple times, it was badass. “She’s the coolest.”

Steve’s smile was so fond Eddie could have swooned just having it aimed at him, even if the fondness wasn’t for him, it was beautiful enough for it to be swooned over anyway. “She is, cool. I’m glad she found her people.” Even if they no doubt made a funny looking group, little not so primp and proper Nancy Wheeler among a bunch of metalheads. It fitted, in a strange kind of way, she’d always wrangled Mike easy enough.

“How did you uhm… y’know… it’s probably none of my business and I keep changing subjects so stop me if I keep jumping around I’m still a little flabbergast from seeing you at my door but uh… how’d you—y’know… what’s this uh… the whole thing like?” Steve tilted his head like a confused puppy and Eddie just kind of wanted to melt into the floor. “The escort thing.” He added on, for clarification.

“Oh, uhm. Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham, cheer captain of ’86?”

“I know her, she and Gareth have this—”

“Thing! Yes, she talks about him regularly with Robin.” Robin? He doesn’t think to ask, Steve and Robin, Robin… who would be associated with Steve a Robin whom Steve would just mention as if expecting him to know. He only knew one Robin from those days, and he didn’t even really know her.

Just kind of… existed near her in band for a few months until his style of music pissed the teacher off enough to kick him out. Couldn’t be that Robin, right? Not important.

“Oh my god don’t tell me that and expect me to keep it a secret that’s brutal of you.”

“God, tell him, please, I didn't even know who he was but she keeps talking about him and waiting for him to ask her out. Eventually she’s just going to pin him against something and kiss him so—”

“Tell her to do that but god wait until I have a camera please!” Eddie Munson was not against begging, his grin wide and eyes shimmering with gleeful mischief. “It’s reciprocated, totally and completely one hundred percent reciprocated, he is so gone on that girl, it’s adorable.”

“I will let her know, at least now I know he's one of yours and a good guy." Gareth was the best guy in Eddie's opinion, like a brother to him, not that the others werent too, but... Gareth had known he was gay since Hawkins High. Just him and Uncle Wayne in the know, and he'd always been there to support him, Gareth was good. "Anyway… we ran into each other in this café that I’d gotten a part time gig at in Indy, she looked good, healthy…” he didn’t need to say that Chrissy had had a problem. But she had, and that problem began with ‘M’ and ended with ‘other,’ hers to be specific. “She was already doing it, loving it, I was dubious, asked if she was okay, if she needed help, but no she was loving it, thriving actually, and well… I like making people feel good, both emotionally and physically” oof that was a tone that went straight to a place it shouldn’t do “why do it for free, y’know? She got me set up and the rest is history.” He enjoyed himself.

He loved his job, his love language had always been acts of service, he liked making people feel good, liked making them feel wanted, feel loved, feel seen and heard. Eddie couldn’t help himself “ever do anything… y’know…?” He really wished he could help himself sometimes.

“Sex related?” The red in his cheeks only deepened, Steve didn’t seem offended, or upset, in fact his smile only warmed, eyes crinkling at the corners, gods above and below he was beautiful, how did anyone survive after a night with him, having to let him go? “Sure, like I said, if I’m good at something, why do it for free?”

“Even with…” Eddie motioned to himself

“You?”

“N-No! No, Men—wait sorry—that’s—that’s none of my business” he turned away to move, to pace, so much energy in his body suddenly there with nowhere to go “none of this is any of my business, I don’t usually ask these kinds of—I mean it’s really wrong of me to even ask this sort of—" Steve was just there so fast, hands on Eddie’s biceps, holding him in place, Eddie hoped he couldn’t feel him almost vibrating out of his skin.

“It’s okay, Bambi” Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, his wide and unblinking, like a deer in headlights in the face of Steve’s so warm and understanding, Bambi really did suit him, Steve thought, his left hand lifting to rest on Eddie’s cheek as if to ground him, it worked. God it worked. “Ask all the questions you like, but maybe save some for later, we don’t have long before we have to go.”

“…Later you’ll be leaving though...” he didn’t want Steve to leave. He didn’t want his next time seeing Steve to be part of a lottery, would he come next time? Would someone else who Eddie didn’t recognise appear in his place?

“We’re hitting it off, remember? I’m sure there’s going to be an afterparty we can both be caught sneaking away from to hang out, right?” Eddie kind of felt like he was flying. He felt like a teenager again, a nerdy, virginial teenager. He refused to acknowledge that little goblin voice telling him that Steve was actually probably just doing his goddamn job, he was on the clock dammit. He just wanted to have this. “You can ask me questions then, I promise I’ll stay.” He didn’t have anywhere else he needed to be.

“…Yeah… if that’s okay with you.”

“More than. Now how about you introduce me to the rest of Corroded Coffin, we all need to be on the same page before we get there.” Work now, catch up later. “Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can ditch the after party to hang out.” Eddie giggled, an honest to gods little giggle. He really did feel like a teenager again, only Steve was looking at him. Holding him. Grounding him. Steve Harrington was seeing him.

Teenager Eddie would have shit a brick.

“Alright, I’m warning you though, I think you let Tommy H. stuff Jeff into a locker once so don’t expect a warm welcome.” Steve grimaced a little but nodded. He was a different person now, but that wouldn’t erase the mistakes he’d made as a stupid teenager. Plenty of bridges to rebuild and apologies to give. Jeff wouldn’t be the first or the last.

“Bring it on, Bambi.” Eddie could only hide behind his hair again, bashful and flustered.

Part 4

#For One Night Only #PirateWrites #Steddie #ficlet #Stranger Things #no upside down au #Escort!Steve #Rockstar!Eddie

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darkurgetrash · 8 months ago

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Get to Know Me Tag ~

Hiya! I got tagged in a few different 'get to know me' tags so I thought I'd just combine them here, hehe. Thank you so so much to @dutifullylazybread @weaveandwood @orangekittyenergy and @blackstaff-blast — I really love these tags, both answering and reading others'. What can I say? I'm a gemini.

No pressure tags! ~ @lemonsrosesandlavender @savriea @graysparrowao3 @heytheresunflower

Do you make your bed?: Yes! I'm not a neat-freak, but I consider myself quite neat

Favourite number: When I was a young child someone asked me this and I didn't know what to say so I pretended it was '86'. Since then, that's always just been what I've said… couldn't tell you why lol

What's your job?: Between roles atm, but usually a copywriter

If you could go back to school, would you?: For sure. I was really let down as a kid by the system, if I could go back but with the wisdom I have now, I would love to. As for further education, I loved my undergrad but I can't see myself realistically studying more on account of chronic illnesses

Can you parallel park / Can you drive a manual car?: Nope. I was good at parking and driving back when I was first learning over 10 years ago but never took my test because I got a lot of anxiety driving. I live in London now, so there's no urgent need to learn, but I will have to some day.

Do you think aliens are real?: Yes. Ain't no way we're the only life forms to exist in the whole universe, pleaseee

What's your guilty pleasure?: I love Britney Spears 💁‍♀️

Tattoos?: A small one, on my ankle. Two hands in a reference to Twin Peaks. I also just love the design — even if my tattoo artist did a slightly shoddy job and told me they did the exact same reference on tonnes of people ayyy lmao

Favourite type of music?: Easy answer is indie, though even that is a huuuuge umbrella. Some of my fave musicians are Mitski, Bright Eyes, AURORA, Radiohead, EELS, and Thumpasaurus. Also, a long-time MCR fan.

Do you like puzzles?: I'm wayyy too ADHD for them tbh but I don't mind some types of puzzles, like in video games. But even then, they can't go on for too long, lol

Any phobias?: Crowds are def my biggest one. I’m scared of pretty normal things I’d say, like hornets. I do have a lot of sensory issues though that give a similar feeling, the most unusual being cardboard. Do NOT touch it near me, I WILL scream. And slight trypophobia… 🤢

Favourite childhood sport: Always hated sports and exercise, even as a kid

Do you talk to yourself: I sing to myself (and in general) a lot and have big echolalia, but I don't really talk to myself in the traditional sense. Now my partner on the other hand… he does not stop yapping for even a second in the day.

What movie(s) do you adore?: The immediate go-to's in my brain are The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Your Name, and… Shrek. Non-ironically.

Coffee or tea: Earl grey tea with oat milk, please! If not an option, I'll go for an oat milk mocha.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?: I… okay. I don't even know if I should admit this, but it's kinda funny… but remember, I was a CHILD. like, FIVE. My sister wanted to move to Africa and be a mango farmer (???) and I wanted to go with her so I said I wanted to sell shoes there because I saw a gap in the market. 😭😭

Last song I listened to: No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand

Favourite colour: Lavender

Favourite flavour: Depends on what it is, but most likely either chocolate or strawberry

Current obsession: BG3, if y'all couldn't guess. 😂

Last thing I googled: 'Sacrum'. Girly doesn’t know what body parts are called.

Favourite season: Late autumn

Skill I'd like to learn: I'd looove to be able to sew and make clothes but I am the most cack-handed person you will ever meet. I literally got kicked out of textiles class when I was in school because I was so bad they thought I was messing about on purpose 😬…

Best advice: Be cringe, be free. People will either not care or think you're cool for your authenticity.

Currently watching: I don't really watch TV! Still getting through Dungeon Meshi, lol

Currently reading: I've been trying to read 'Interview with a Vampire' since the start of the year, but my brain only has room for BG3 fanfic it would seem… SO, here's a list of my current bookmarks hehe. Special shout-outs to @lemonsrosesandlavender @crystal-overdrive @ghostcouncil @weaveandwood @sinelaborenihilsr2 @dutifullylazybread @notlikeparis

Relationship status: Been in a relationship since 2016! Also, taken by Gale Dekarios in my head. 💜

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Big, BIG sweet tooth.

#get to know me #get to know me tag #tag #tagged #about me #thank you friends! I love you❤️

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tvccreator · 2 years ago

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Ellie’s Newest Hyperfixation - Hollow Knight Boss Opinions

Yay, hyperfixation is fun. :)

So for the past, like, two weeks, I’ve been binge-playing Hollow Knight for the first time in a long time whenever I had downtime from college homework. I had never gotten past Hornet when I first played the game, but now I’ve finally gotten pretty far into the game and am working on trying to get the Delicate Flower ending, (despite not having ever beaten the game) So, since Egg and I had to take a break from posting for “A Voice of Clarity” due to @thereaderinsertlady getting COVID (hope you’re feeling better, Egg) and me getting blindsighted with college midterms, I thought I’d give my opinions on all of the bosses I’ve fought up until where I am currently in the game to clear my head before I have to do more homework. Since this is going to be long, the list will continue under the “Keep Reading” mark.

Note: I haven’t necessarily beaten all of the bosses, but I have fought most of them. The only bosses I have yet to even touch are the Hollow Knight himself and the Radiance along with some other bosses in the Pantheons (Oro & Mato, Sheo, Sly, and God Master). I don’t know many of the names for any of the bosses’ attacks, either, so... just bear with me.

This will focus on major-ish boss fights, so Dream Warriors/Dream Variants won’t be included unless they pertain to what I want to say about the original fight... although I will say this: Gorb and Marmu are adorable. (Just know for the bosses I won’t have on here, I struggled a lot to fight them - yes, even the easier ones. I’m very dumb. Only fight not mentioned on here that I did decently on was No-Eyes, which I somehow beat on my first try. I think I beat Uumuu on my first try, too, but I don’t remember.)

1. The False Knight - This guy was able to blindsight me when I first started the game, mostly because I was still trying to get a feeling for the game controls and was struggling with moving out of the way fast enough, but after having fought him multiple times now, I’m really appreciative that this guy is the first boss. His attacks are simple, he gives you ample time to escape the shockwaves he sends out, and as long as you remember the guy has a mace that he flails around after you beat up his un-armoured maggot face, he’s a relatively easy boss on repeat playthroughs and in the Pantheon. (*cough cough* Failed Champion is so much faster, guys, don’t be a dumb like me.)

2. Hornet - I’m gonna group the fight in Greenpath and the Kingdom’s Edge fight together for Hornet. I absolutely despised fighting her the first few times I played the game because I had no idea what her pattern was or what to expect from her. After finally going back and fighting her again, I really enjoy this fight. Her lunge attack and the quasi-homing attack are easy to figure out, the string attack is easy to avoid and gives you time to dive in for a quick Nail attack or two, and the spike traps in the Kingdom’s Edge fight are decently manageable as long as she doesn’t trap you in a corner - that screwed me over a few times. Not to mention with her laughing occasionally during the fight, it doesn’t feel too much like a proper fight. Instead, it feels more like a sparring match between two equals. I even enjoyed it when she blocked my attacks because it was just so much fun to fight her.

3. Soul Master - This guy fucking sucked to fight I couldn’t avoid his homing attacks for the longest time, his shockwave attacks are a lot more devastating than the False Knight’s, and he’s relatively quick. I actually rage-quit his fight a few times because I was so tired of fighting him and ended up going to fight (and beat) the Mantis Lords to get some better upgrades. Desolate Dive is absolutely worth the fight, though.

4. The Mantis Lords - I actually really enjoyed this fight, just like I enjoyed the Hornet fight. To quote my friend who I constantly asked for tips on how to fight certain bosses, “one mantis is the low-stakes warm-up, and then 2 is the endurance test.” He is very right, too. It starts out with one Mantis to give you a feeling for how the fight will go, then the second stage is two of them attacking at once. I ended up relying on whenever they did the downward dive attack to deal damage, but I found a way to jump carefully over their full-arena lunge attack so I was close enough to attack after they stopped. It was a fun fight - not to mention it makes all of the Mantises in Mantis Village docile and gives you the Mark of Pride charm, so definitely worth it.

5. Dung Defender - I only really did this fight to finally get the Isma’s Tear Ability because screw the acid hazards. (Isma’s Tear also comes in handy during the Uumuu fight later on.) I beat him on my first try, but it was primarily thanks to Desolate Dive. Desolate Dive can force DD out of the ground and stagger him for a short period of time, which is immensely helpful when you can’t get a good attack in otherwise. He’s also just one of the more humourous fights in the game.

6. Flukemarm - It embarrasses me to say that I actually died to this boss. I had lost track of where her projectiles/children were coming from and I kept falling into the water below her, so it took me two tries to beat her. It wasn’t all that hard of a fight, considering. Howling Wraiths/Abyss Shriek does extremely quick work of her.

7. Crystal Guardian - It’s a little crazy that I didn’t take more than twenty tries to beat this guy ‘cause usually I’m really bad at fighting enemies with laser attacks. The Crystal Heart was absolutely worth fighting this guy, though, and the extra bench comes in handy later on when going Grub-collecting.

8. Broken Vessel - I accidentally ran into this fight when I was exploring the Ancient Basin, but his fight isn’t... terrible? It was hard, don’t get me wrong, but its attacks were relatively easy to block/avoid, but they cover a lot of ground and can blindsight you when you least expect it.

9. The Collector - So... I had to look this guy up because I was trying to find more grubs to save, and needless to say, its fight was insanity-filled fun. It only really jumps around, tries to grab you, and throws Vengeflys, Aspid Hunters, and Baldurs at you, but it can get overwhelming at times. I primarily died whenever the Collector backed me into a corner and a Baldur attacked me while I was distracted. Also, when he staggers for the last time, I legit took a moment to realize “Oh, wait, shit, I need to keep attacking. Hold on-” and take it down.

10. Zote the Mighty - This fight was sooo hard, guys - nah, I’m just kidding. It took a while to actually get past Wave 6 of the Trial of the Warrior, but after that, it didn’t take long to get to Zote and kick his ass. I actually tried the Grey Prince Zote fight once after getting back to Dirtmouth, and he wrecked me pretty badly. Overall, though... just volley Zote in the Trial against the wall. It’s so much easier.

11. Nosk - This fight scared the shit outta me. Nosk moves extremely fast, but after I realized what I could do to cheese the fight, it wasn’t as bad. I had read that standing near the corner of the middle platform protects you from most of Nosk’s attacks, and... yeah, it really does. Make sure to be ready to move when Nosk leaps to the ceiling, though - he will absolutely hit you. Also, be warned: if you die during the Nosk fight and have to go back to collect your Shade, Nosk will charge you and start the fight back up, so you have to be quick about getting your soul back. I almost learned that the hard way.

12. Traitor Lord - Now we’re into the fights that I have not yet beaten but I’ve fought multiple times. Traitor Lord is brutal to fight, and I don’t know what I’d do without the extra damage from Cloth. The best strategy for the Traitor Lord is to stay relatively close to him so he doesn’t pull out his long-range attack. Shade Dash is a must for the fight, but you also need to be careful if you try to use the Sharp Shadow Charm. I nearly died on my way to the fight because I didn’t realize Sharp Shadow gave you a bit more length when dashing and it threw off my platforming skills. I still need to beat the guy, though, so I may find some stuff that I can use in later fights.

13. Hive Knight - I... *sigh* I don’t like this fight. It’s another fight I haven’t beaten, and it hurts me, mostly because I only have two Charms left to collect before I get Salubra’s Blessing - Kingsoul/Void Heart and Hiveblood, the latter of which requires beating the Hive Knight. Beating the Hive Knight will apparently make all of the bees in the Hive docile (similar to fighting the Mantis Lords,) but his fight takes me off-guard so many times just because I still can’t get a feeling for how to best fight the guy.

14. Troupe Master Grimm - ...Okay, I see why people love this guy. His fight doesn’t even feel like a fight - it feels like a deadly dance with Death itself. His attacks are beautiful but deadly, he moves extremely quickly, and he blindsighted me many times when I tried to figure out which attack he was going for. His entire character is amazing, too - his tall physique and the air of mystery he always holds during the fight is just- *squeee* I love him! I love him so much! 🥰 The fact that people constantly compare him to a vampire fits, too - his entire design screams “inspired by vampire lore.” His stagger (which I have only gotten once and then proceeded to get wrecked by his quote-unquote “Pufferfish” attack) causes him to explode into a swarm of bats with the Grimmchild at the center, and it startled me when it happened because I didn’t even realize I had gotten him down to 4/5 of his health. Even with a Pure Nail and all of the Void versions of my spells, he still is hard to fight, but by God, I have the time of my life while fighting him.

#hollow knight #hollow knight bosses #ellie plays videos games #ellie speaks #help i've become a grimm fan aaaaaaa

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hollow-knight-fights · 1 year ago

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Quirrel propaganda:

#Voted quirrel but not surprised hornet is winning#He's like a father to me. Idk why#Hollow knight - @aikka's tags

#quirrel is more than an NPC he is your best friend - @deltaruneinfused's tags

#QUIRREL SWEEP#IVE ALWAYS BEEN BIASED#I CRIED WHEN I REALISED WHAT HAPPENED#YOU AHVE NO IDEA HOW BAD OF A DEPRESSIVE MOOD I WENT THROUGH WHEN I REALISED#TOO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED PLLEASSEE QUIRREL SWEEP NOOWW - @g17c's tags

#i love hornet but at least she’s still alive#quirrel is my guy my dude my buddy and my friend#he was with me in the game and he’s so cool and awesom e please give him some love it’s neck and neck#vote my roly poly boy. because that’s what i think he is#he’s so niceys to me. and you. and me. - @ditzyme's tags

#QUIRREL SWEEP. NOW.#HORNET I LOVE YOU BUT YOURE LITERALLY GETTING YOUR OWN GAME LET QUIRREL HAVE A TUMBLR POLL. PLEASE#hollow knight - @pelman's tags

#wow!! surprising!#quirrel sweep#i love you Hornet but my silly old pillbug man needs the spotlight just this time#HK - @dragonfollies's tags

#quirrelsweep NEOWWWW#sorry hornet but quirrel is one of the reasons why I even picked up the game in the first place Look at him#hes done no wrong in his life. Vote Quirrel. - @superbellsubways's tags

Hornet propaganda:

#i love u quirrel but Hornet Forever. arent lsebians awesome - @potatobugz's tags

#This contest has given me an irrational hatred of Quirrel for beating all of my faves. I hope Hornet kills his ass#hollow knight - @sergeantsporks's tags

#HORNET SWEEEEEP EASIEST PICK EVER I LOVE YOU HORNET#i'll honestly never understand the appeal to quirrel hes literally just some guy to me#funniest background choice for him though - @lgbtbugs's tags

#I'M SORRY QUIRREL BUT I WILL ALWAYS KNEEL FOR MY GIRL - @muntiller2's tags

#I am incredibly biased towards Hornet - @v3lv3l4's tags

#quirrel is an old man#and hornet is like a demigod or some shit#hornet kills her siblings as a hobby i think she can kill him to death#she can take peepaw easy#love u tho quirrel - @dangthatsspiral's tags

#vote for hornet or else youre a lesbophobe#/j obv but yknow - @millesbianforce's tags

#one of these is a nerd with a sword and one would literally bite your head off and liquify your organs#no contest - @olhetti's tags

People who are mad that this happened propaganda:

#YOU CANT PIN TWO BAD BITCHES AGAINST EACH OTHER!!!!!!#shit hardest decision of my life omg - @fandomperson-reblogs's tags

#hardest decision ive ever made - @mtmerm's tags

#HATE THIS HATE THIS HATE THIS WHY MAKE ME PICK BLOWING UP#I closed my eyes and picked at random because I really can’t choose. it was quirrle#hollow knight#polls#no image id - @speedruntechnically's tags

#prev i also closed my eyes and picked at random. it was hornet#with our forces combined we have voted for both of them together - @tieria-erde's tags

#YEAH THIS IS HELLISH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PICK#closing my eyes and smacking my ipad with my hand#will update after#update: it went hornet#i wish all the best to both of them i adore them#fambly. - @nbmudkip's tags

#why must they fight.....theyre both our friends - @motherlatias's tags

#the lesbian and gay fight off#no more solidarity @alexparozi's tags

#WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO HARD#MY FAVS FIGHTING ((( - @des-fangirl

#wlw mlm hostility#thats what this is - @sageh00k's tags

#pitting two queens against each other#why does media always make two bad bitches fight - @aligoo's tags

#HOW AM I MEANT TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM#YALL WHO DO I PICK#reblog#Poll#hollow knight#hk hornet#hk quirrel - @polkad0t1's tags

#dont put two trans bad bitches against each other dude#not gonna vote @potatogirlll's tags

FINALS: Hollow Knight NPC Fight

Reblogs appreciated! Propaganda welcome!

#propagandized #mass propagandized

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cooliofango · 3 years ago

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Headcanons for Masky/Tim?? 👀👀 I must know what you have for him~

Tim Wright/Masky Headcanons

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Thank you! You are a beautiful being- have my kisses.

😂 Anyways! Thank you for requesting something for Marble Hornets! I’ve been struggling on what to start with and how to start but headcanons for my favorite character sounds awesome! I’ll do general headcanons and some fluff headcanons for him since the type of headcanons wasn’t specified!

I hope you enjoy these!

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General

Okay so I have one small headcanon that he smokes cigarettes to cover up the whole coughing fits he has because of The Operator

This is for both public showing and for medical cover ups

I mean how do you explain to people that this fiction seeming being that might be trying to kill you caused these coughing fits before you seize? Yeah, not easy and preferably avoidable.

I think this may be a tad obvious, but he never really wanted to join the Marble Hornets team in the first place. Though he was a film student, he never cared too much for actually acting until Brian had suggested he try out for a role.

Has worked at most types of places trying to hold down steady work. This ranges from retail, delivery, fast food restaurants, hosting at fancier restaurants, and even a cook. The most surprising time was a very short substitute job in a film class for high school students.

Poor guy is probably an insomniac due to the whole seeing things issue he has. Due to the nagging thought that something or someone is watching him or is probably there in the room with him, he often struggles to fall asleep.

Is definitely a coffee drinker in the coffee vs. tea fight. This ties into the previous headcanon that he has trouble sleeping and needs the coffee to help him wake up in the mornings.

He doesn’t like his coffee black, but he doesn’t like it too swear either. Just two table spoons of sugar and powdered creamer will be perfect for him in the early hours of the morning.

Romantic/Fluff

His s/o will be written as gender neutral

I feel like Tim would really want to push you away at first- especially after figuring about the videos Jay had been recording of all of these events. He’s very paranoid about loosing you to The Operator.

Even worse, he’s paranoid to accidentally hurting you as Masky. You are too precious to him to even think about hurting you but.. as Masky, he has no control over that whatsoever.

However, after a lot of reassurances and promises to never leave his side no matter what happens- he’ll be wrapped around your finger.

A small idea I’ve had for a while takes place during that one entry when Brian/Hoodie sneaks into Tim’s room and steals the medication before hiding in the closet and then Tim seizures due to not having his medicine.

I had the idea that his s/o would have a spare key at that point and would come to check on him due to him not answering their calls (this being bc of the seizure) and would be the one to help him out of it and to comfort him during and after the seizure.

They would hold him close on their lap whether he’s sitting up or laying down and massage his muscles to ease any soreness the seizure would’ve cause. This would start with the back of his neck, moving down to his arms, his side, and finally to his legs.

Tim would’ve completely relaxed by the time your done before asking you to stay with him for the night, not wanting to leave your side.

Remember when I said he has trouble sleeping? Not when he has you to lay with.

I don’t picture Tim as a cuddles but if you were, he’d let you indulge in your cuddling urges.

He’ll hold you close by your waist and place a soft kiss on your head before falling asleep with you snuggled into his chest.

If you’re shorter than him, he lets you steal his flannel shirts all the time, simply because it looks absolutely adorable on your smaller frame. The way it bags over your body and goes down past your hips is just too cute to him.

His favorite place to give you a kiss is below the ear. It’s easy to reach, intimate but not too intimate, and it easily shows his love for you.

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Aaaand that’s it! I may do a part two if I have more to add but for now, this shall be all! I hope you like it and a reminder that requests are open to whoever else sees this!

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General Headcanons ; Hemo's Favorites

//First post! I wanted to start this off by plotting exactly how I’ll write these characters. Am I breaking my ‘three per headcanon’ rule? Yes, but I’m kind of on a writing kick at the moment and I feel like taking on a bit more. Anyways, have my personal favorites from the bunch! This may get a little ramble-y, I’m writing this from a place of massive hyperfixation, but I’ll try to keep that to a minimum!

//Also! There’s a few more that I’m surprisingly unable to come up with too many ideas for at the moment. I’ll add them later if they don’t get requested before then!

Characters featured : Eyeless Jack, Jane, Hoodie/Brian, BEN Drowned

[Eyeless Jack]

Okay!! Honestly EJ’s been one of my favorites for a long while. There’s a few variations of his backstory that I’ve seen, but I’ll leave that up to your imagination. What I will say, though, is that I don’t picture him as human.

Going off of the depiction I have from a plot I’m doing with someone else, he’s closer to a demon than anything.

Jack’s a little stand-offish, not a total recluse but he’s wary of most new people that come into his life. He isn’t fearful, no, but there’s a slight difference between how he interacts with people he’s more comfortable around versus those he’s not quite used to yet. It’s the human part of him

Though, he can be a little smug sometimes. Isn’t afraid to flaunt his strengths - whether it’s his physical strength or vast knowledge on a few different topics. It’s mainly medical stuff, though he’s also familiar with a handful of other subjects

Jack tends to keep a stockpile of his ‘food’ in case something happens to prevent him from going out for more. It’s not a good thing if he goes hungry for too long…

The way he goes about getting his food supply varies depending on the circumstances. Generally he tries to keep the impact low, often drugging the victim to make sure they remain unconscious, taking what he needs, and stitching them back up before leaving. Sometimes, though, things stray a little more on the gory side…

[Jane]

This is going off of the story released by BanningK (Youtube link here! https://youtu.be/5lBNmRtPJr8). I listened to it while writing part of this and ended up really liking this variation of her backstory.

So Jane-

Honestly the whole vigilante(?) thing she’s got going is super cool imo!

She’s generally a cold, somewhat distant woman with a much warmer personality behind those icy walls.

Yet another one who has difficulty letting others in, though it’s for a different reason. She’d lost everyone she’d ever cared about, lost the life that she’d known. It’s not easy to just let someone else in after that.

Survivor’s guilt? Survivor’s guilt.

She still retains her interest in the darker things - true crime, the occult, things like that. Even if she’s still a little touchy on certain topics, her interests and curiosity propels her to push through.

More calculated than you might think. She’s smart, meticulous, and sometimes a little over-prepared but after all she’s experienced? You can’t really blame her.

I could also see her enjoying things like crochet? It’s more the aspect that keeps her hands busy and allows her to have something nice at the end of it, so anything like that falls into the same category.

Likely takes walks whenever she’s feeling stressed or past trauma resurfaces. Prefers to do it while it’s light out considering she’d be going alone most times, though will occasionally go at night if someone else comes with her. Sure, she’s much more capable and could handle an assailant easily, but being attacked in the woods still kind of sticks with her.

[Hoodie | Brian Thomas]

Okay so I love and adore all of the proxies BUT

I’m writing this coming off a full analysis of the Marble Hornets series and holy fuck.

Even if the ‘canon’ for Creepypasta doesn’t exactly mesh with MH I don’t c a r e

Onto the actual headcanons! You likely won’t see much of Brian anymore, not after everything that’s led him to this point.

Quiet as hell. I don’t mean this in the sense that he doesn’t talk much (which is also true), he’s the type to sneak up on people without even meaning to. Has likely scared the others on a few occasions by just popping up out of nowhere.

Fairly chill outside of missions. Even if he’s not present too often he’s definitely more on the relaxed side (especially compared to some of the others).

If one does manage to get on his good side, expect to have a very loyal friend. Things might be a little finicky at the very beginning, but his paranoia will die down pretty fast after that point.

Will sometimes just...disappear for a couple days. No one really knows where he goes, but he always ends up coming back sooner or later. The others learned to stop asking pretty quick, there's no getting answers out of him.

[BEN Drowned]

One word - s h i t h e a d

A fucking menace.

I’m not sure if I think of him as more of a demon or a malevolent spirit, but it’s somewhere around there.

There’s two sides to him - most times he’s pretty mellow, has a tendency to mess with the others but he’s pretty cool with the others. Other times? It’s scary how he gets when going after a victim.

It’s not much of a secret, but Ben isn’t the type to take his work quickly. He’s meticulous in the way he works. Even if it’s more time consuming than he likes, it’s undeniably effective. Without getting into the gory details, let’s just say the end result is never a pretty sight.

Also has a tendency to people watch! Not by normal means of course, it’s more like he picks someone (most times at random, though if someone catches his interest he might come back) and just watches them from behind the screen.

Will stay in his room for days at a time if he’s really invested in something. Even if he doesn’t exactly need to eat or drink he has a mini fridge stocked to hold him over.

All in all, he’s a fucking degenerate.

#creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #eyeless jack #jane the killer #hoodie creepypasta #ben drowned

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castleofshit · 3 years ago

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just, i want the marble hornets gang going to six flags. i want alex complaining to sara about food prices. i want jessica, amy, and jay making fun of the couples with the awful matching hoodies. i want brian trying to bribe seth and tim to go on superman with him. just all the good fluff. all good times. i hope you feel better soon, and don’t feel bad taking breaks!!

((It might take me three weeks but it's here!!!!!!!!!!! Link to the hoodie referenced in this fic :3 https://www.amazon.com/Trouble-Matching-Hoodie-Sweatshirt-Unisex/dp/B08CLYFND4/ref=sr_1_39?dchild=1&keywords=couple%2Bhoodies%2Bpink&qid=1626150560&sr=8-39&th=1&psc=1 ))

On AO3 if that is your preference

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32547058

It had been at Alex’s insistence, surprisingly. He had said that it was to help them bond, make their acting seem more natural. That some fun would finally get them in the headspace to perform well.

Some of the cast thought it was an excuse to spend time having fun, which was ultimately a good thing with how stressed Kralie had become.

Yet his mood did not seem to be improving as he sat across from Sarah at a dirty picnic table. “Five dollars for a pretzel?”

His voice was incredulous, as if the pricing had personally insulted him, rather than simply being what it has always been.

“Well, no one is forcing you to buy it,” Sarah leaned back amused by Alex’s anger for once. “But I will admit that $5 is too much for a mostly green hot dog. You could get a pack of Hebrew National for less.”

“Exactly! And the audacity to restrict outside food. It’s designed to force you to starve or pay for shitty food.”

Sara dutifully nodded her agreement as someone that Alex failed to notice settled in beside him on the chair.

“Alex, could you hand me my bag?” She asked once he had finished talking.

He reached under the table to grab the bag at his feet without hesitation, handing it to Amy, who took it and dug around for her sunscreen.

As she reapplied it as she spoke, having missed the majority of the conversation, “I think I’m going to get a snack from the concession stand, do you want anything Alex?”

Sarah knew in an instant that his tune was about to change.

“No, but I’ll grab something for you,” He spoke immediately, as though he had no problem with the overpriced nature of the water park food. “I think the pretzel is probably the safest bet,” Sarah smiled casually as she put in her two cents.

She swore Alex’s eye twitched ever so slightly despite the charade of cheerfulness he put on for Amy.

“I swear that’s the third sweater I’ve seen like that today.” Jay groaned as a woman, roughly the same age as them walked by in a black sweater that read “The Real Boss.” By now he and his two companions already knew that the matching one worn by her partner, neither of which they had seen yet, read simply “The Boss.”

Jessica sighed, “I don’t get why you would waste money on those. They’re incredibly tacky at best, an awful reminder of a break up at worse.”

Amy hummed in agreement, holding up her hand to pause the conversation as she finished chewing her pretzel. “Or a great break up reminder. Nothing screams failed relationship like the realization you were never equals.”

Jay made a choked noise where he sat while Jessica laughed freely. “You don’t think Alex would wear one of those would you?” She asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes, “That doesn’t matter. I’d rather be caught dead than in one of those. I bet they’re made out of that cheap shitty fabric that falls apart after one wash.”

“I don’t know,” Jay drew out, “Maybe we should go check the gift shop and find out.”

It was that easy to convince the other two, with Jessica and Jay both tired of the kid rides, but unwilling to try out any of the larger ones; Amy on the other hand was ready to spend time with other members of the group, at this point tired of helping Brian try to convince Alex and Sarah to ride the Superman with him; she knew it was a losing battle, and quietly abandoned the pair to his pestering.

That brought the group into a chilly gift shop, looking at a display of couple hoodies.

“Huh, it actually doesn’t feel too bad,” Amy commented, after holding the sleeve of one, “Kind of thick for summer though.”

“A jacket’s a jacket.” Jessica sang, “Hey check out this one!”

She pulled a grey pair off the rack.

“Think we could get Brian and Tim to wear these?”

The three exchanged looks- it might force them to attend club events across university to eat for a week or two, but it would be so worth it.

“Come on, it'll be fun,” Brian drew out the words to Tim, Seth trailing not far behind them, having already been convinced into the upcoming shenanigans by the star of Marble Hornets.

“And I already said no.” Tim stated firmly, unamused by his best friend's request. He hadn’t really wanted to come on the trip in the first place, and had spent most of it tailing near Brian, when he wasn’t busy fidgeting with the lighter in his pocket.

He ended up coming as it would be out of place for him to be the only cast member missing, and because Amy had asked him nicely (and promised to make the oatmeal cookies he adored for snacks on the drive up). Brian having listened in on the conversation, offered to even drive for him, which sealed the deal; despite Tim fully expected he’d drive back with Brian being thoroughly exhausted after the day outside.

“But I won’t be able to survive without my bestie,” Brian whined.

Seth snorted behind him, “Leave him be if he doesn’t want to go.”

Tim nodded his thanks, “Seth will make up for me, he’ll make sure you live through the experience.”

Seth mock saluted from behind Brian.

“It’s not the same though,” Brian pouted.

“What? Having an actually enjoyable experience rather than being covered in my hurl? Yeah I imagine it is quite different,” Tim was only half joking, but Brian couldn’t tell.

“Well, you’ll have to come on with us and prove it.”

Well...Tim was never one to back down from Brian’s almost dares- even if he already knew the outcome. Sometimes it really was about proving a point with that man.

Seth glanced between the pair, concern evident on his face. Just in case, he’d have to make sure he sat two rows in front of them.

“To be fair, I warned you.” Tim spoke leaning heavily against the bathroom wall, flannel damp and draped across his arm from where he had rinsed it. He was lucky to have a plain undershirt that had been unaffected.

Brian, not so much. “I didn’t think you were serious!” he exclaimed from behind the bathroom stall. He stuck his hand out under the stall, holding his t-shirt out for Tim.

Tim took it, handing Brian the still wet flannel, “That’s as dry as I could get it with the hand driers,”

Somehow the flannel had ended up less of a mess than Brian’s shirt. Brian swore it was intentional as he buttoned up the blue-black patterned shirt.

“You sure you don’t just want to throw this out?” Tim asked as he began to rinse off the green t-shirt, doing what he could to save it. He could already tell it was going to stain pretty bad.

Just as he began, a familiar shape slid up to the sink next to him.

“Hey- is that Brian’s shirt?” Jay asked, pumping soap onto his hands. Tim nodded solemnly, while Jay’s face lit up.

It was slightly concerning. “Hey Bri?”

After receiving the most irritated “What?” either had ever heard from the man, Jay almost sang.

“Jessica, Amy and I got something for you.”

Tim ended up leaving the bathroom with his still damp flannel, while Brian now wore a grey hoodie that read in bold text:

“I get us into trouble.”

Alex laughed harder than any of them, even Amy, had heard in weeks when Seth gave him the simplified version of the story.

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas #sarah reid #jessica locke #amy walters #seth wilson #my writing

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ex-silent-reader · 4 years ago

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Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody! I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA - @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

“❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him”

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) - @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

Deepest Indulgence - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME. @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words.

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

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flecks-of-stardust · 3 years ago

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i did a boss rank thing cause i was bored

this image id is going to be so longgg

anyway

[image description: a screenshot of my boss tier list. going from the topmost row to the lowest one, and from left to right in each category:

My beloved!!! (in red): Pure Vessel, Sisters of Battle, Nightmare King Grimm, Paintmaster Sheo

Pretty good! (in orange): Mantis lords, Troupe Master Grimm, Great Nailsage Sly, Brothers Oro and Mato, The Hollow Knight, Lost Kin, Absolute Radiance, White Defender, Hornet Sentinel, Soul Tyrant, Soul Master, Watcher Knights, Radiance

Not bad (in yellowy orange): Dung Defender, God Tamer, Broken Vessel, Hive Knight, Hornet Protector, Markoth, Xero, The Collector

Meh (in yellow): Failed Champion, Nosk, Galien, Traitor Lord, Winged Nosk, Gorb, Brooding Mawlek, Enraged Guardian, Oblobbles

You’re a joke (in light green): Soul Warrior, Crystal Guardian, Vengefly King, Gruz Mother, Elder Hu, False Knight, Massive Moss Charger, Flukemarm, Colosseum 1 Zote

I hate fighting you (in bright green): Uumuu, No Eyes, Marmu

I deliberately skipped you (in cyan): Grey Prince Zote

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this is obviously a lot of bosses to slog through, but i wanted to spotlight a few of them, in particular sheo. idk if other people would normally rank him this high? but like holy shit i Adore his fight. he was the first boss i ran into in my first few pantheon runs that felt challenging but also really fun. im pretty sure he was also my first radiant, so he has a special place in my heart sjkfghs

pure vessel and sisters of battle are kind of tied tbh. i really like them both for different reasons; sisters of battle is faster and more frantic, pure vessel hits harder and is more intense. theyre kind of similar in my head though skjghks

markoth is only that high because ive figured out how to fight him, and can do it consistently. hes still kind of an ass, but like. i can at least get past him? and you kind of get into a rhythm with waiting for an opening to land blows on him. its. the swords are kind of annoying but theyre actually fairly easy to dodge if you dont move too much? its a little bit like grimm/nkg’s pufferfish attack. idk skjagdskja

uumuu’s position is a little eeehhhh. its kind of an interesting fight, but also i hate it because its so rng based. and sometimes i hit an ooma and it explodes in my face :’) instead of flying at uumuu and idk what i even did wrong lmao

a lot of these are approximates, im really bad at putting solid rankings on things. i also like different bosses for different reasons, so its hard to rank it with numbers. the categories are as close as im getting to having a true 1 to 46 list fkjghkjs

i cant be bothered to try gpz. i just. i really dont care to have him ruin my p5 runs

#hollow knight #boss tier list #this is vaguely ranked on how fun it is to fight the boss #but also how well designed i personally feel they are #its fucky idk sjkfghkjs

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whitmanpumpkin · 5 years ago

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falling for bill hader during your snl days would include...

look, it started as this simple little thing about you and bill meeting during his snl days, and then it turned into this and i just...uhm. yeah. it’s not simple and short anymore. enjoy! (and i feel like it goes without being said, but he’s not married in this.)

your lengthy relationship with bill would start somewhere on snl. you were originally an assistant for lorne, which translated to fielding calls for him and ironing out an insanely busy schedule that made you anxious just to look at. oh, and he put you in charge of getting everything set up for wednesday night snl table reads.

the table read, a very “casual” affair made up of comedians and writers in hoodies and jeans, was never meant to be a big hoopla. somehow, though, that’s what it always turned into. before you knew it, there were seventy-plus people packed into this small room on the 17th floor on 30 rock and crowding around a table as the sketch reading for the first episode of season 31 began. with lorne sat next to the week’s host (would you believe – steve carrell), the reading commenced.

you were too busy fretting over making sure everyone was seated and engaged that you missed bill’s introduction. it was a quick “meet our new features,” and a glance over to him and andy sandberg. by the time you glanced over to them? everyone had moved on and were on to the next bit of business; seth myers was halfway into the first page of one of the possible cold open sketches.

it’s after the table read that seth introduces you. he could see how busy you were with making sure lorne had everything running smoothly, but seth was a nice enough guy to know that your week would go smoother if you had a clue who these guys were. so, you shake hands with andy and bill and smile at them before you’re running to catch up with lorne – who’s already halfway down the hall with steve carrell.

over the following months, you would catch glimpses of bill at various rehearsals and table reads, but never really had the time to think about him for more than a fleeting moment. snl was only one of the many things you had to keep an eye on while working for lorne.

okay, it was a really important one to you, the one you kept an eye on the most, but it was just another knot in the rope you had to pull on a daily basis. lorne demands excellence. you knew that from the moment you got the job as his assistant. it was the reason you had applied; if you started as an assistant to lorne, maybe there was a way to get into the dream job of an snl writer someday? and maybe there wasn’t, but at least there seemed to be a shot. but that had been close to two years ago, and while lorne was a nice enough boss, he probably had no clue about your aspirations.

so the months passed in a steady flow.

sometime after midnight on a particularly heavy tuesday/wednesday writing night, you’re leaving lorne’s office when you decide to stop in and see how the writers are doing on the 17th floor.

the season finale was this week, and the pressure was on to find the perfect sketches. as you entered seth’s office, you found him with his back on the ground and his legs against the door, holding a pencil in his teeth. bill sat in what was normally’s seth’s chair and listened to his buddy rattle on about some “baby hitler” sketch they could do.

you hand off their usual coffee and sit down in the corner, providing the comfortable silence you were very much known for on set. bill’s starting to ramble about how the sketch won’t work, and seth’s just humming so bill knows someone is listening. hitting a wall never looked so depressing. but at least you could provide moral support, so you stick around while they work through the rest of the sketch.

and bill makes you laugh. seth does too, but something about bill’s own laugh never fails to send you into a bout of hysterics — especially when you’re exuasted.

it becomes a ritual for you to come in and stick around with them on those nights, and soon enough you were helping them with sketch ideas and jokes.

the first time bill laughs at one of your jokes, you have to fight a racing heart. it’s kind of impossible though, because he’s laughing so hard that he’s slapping his leg and you can’t help but join in — which only makes his worse.

the months pass.

before the end of the season, seth brings up the fact that one of the writers is leaving the show and a position is going to open up. he practically begs you to audition.

so, you do. and it’s a hot june day when you’re standing in front of lorne, more nervous than you’ve ever been. but the moment passes like a blur, and your friends like bill and seth are waiting for you afterwords with praises.

when you get the job as a writer a few days later, you can’t help yourself from crying. you manage to hold it in when lorne comes and tells you himself, but as soon as he leaves you to process the information -- your shaking hands are shooting a text to bill and telling him the good news (as though he didn’t already know from seth).

you two end up getting drinks, and he’s a little drunk as he tells you, “you know you deserve this so much. like you work your ass off.” and then his voice drops to a whisper and you barely hear him when he says “i know you don’t need me to tell you this, but i’m so proud of you, y/n.”

and your heart stops for just a second.

he gives you the goofiest, drunk smile before he turns back to the bartender and makes sure you get another special drink. you’re pretty sure you’re drunk off of something else.

over your first season, you find yourself starting out by writing one (maybe two) sketches a week. and it’s pretty easy to see what they have in common. although kristen is the first to point it out, she’s probably not the only one that knows.

when she poked the hornet’s nest over drinks a few weeks before chirstmas, you‘re quick to backtrack. “no, no.” you hiss at her. “it’s not like that. bill’s just really talented and he can play a lot of characters.” your heart is racing because what if she’s right? what if you do like him like that, and everyone knows now.

kristen rolled her eyes, and you never say anything else on the subject. it doesn’t stop you from writing more sketches and bill being cast as a lead. you get past christmas without any issue. hell, you even get through valentines day and st. patricks day without anymore issues. but then, the jokes start again.

it’s a few weeks away from the easter episode of your first season that you start to panic, because you’re pretty sure bill thinks something is up. so, you do the only rational thing you can — stop using him in sketches. cold turkey.

you’d actually managed to go a couple of weeks without using him in one of your sketches, which had increased to about two or three a week. you thought you were on a pretty good streak, but now easter had come around and seth thought it would be a good idea if the two of your wrote another vincent price holiday special.

when you bring the idea up to bill, he’s not quite sure if it would even work. “a easter special? you really think that could work?” he has that skeptical gleen in his eyes that was common when he pitched his own sketches, but you’d never seen it directed to one of yours. when you try and explain the absurdity of it, he’s still shooing it away. “i don’t know if you want to use me.”

“what are you talking about?” you asked, incrediously. “you’re our vincent price. you have to do it.”

bill hesitated for a second. “i thought you weren’t using me in sketches anymore.” and you swear that you hear a little bit of hurt in his voice, but fred armisen is calling your name before you have the chance to ask him about what he means.

you go on and help seth write the sketch that night, so it’s ready for the wednesday night table read. but bill doesn’t meet your eye when you and seth pitch it, but at least he goes with it and it gets a lot of laughs. lorne approves it and has his new assistant write it out on a note card to use for the lineup.

something’s not right. you can feel this horrid nagging in the pit of your stomach on thursday, which only gets worse when you send bill rewrites and he still won’t meet your eye. you try and talk to him for a few minutes, but he seems to cut off any conversation and you’re too tired of this to try anymore. so, you let him go and don’t know why you’re so close to crying when you shut yourself in to yours and seth’s office.

on friday, you’re starting to get worried.

it’s costume fittings for your sketches, which means you and seth are standing in front of bill in his vincent price costume while he avoids eye contact with you. you could do 24 hours, and even 48 hours without him talking to you. but this was getting to be too much to take, and you couldn’t keep pretending like everything was easy between you two.

when seth asks the costume designer about an addition for fred’s liberache, you pull bill to the side.

“what’s wrong?”

you have to ask. it’s not like you can just keep this charade going.

he tries to wave it away. “nothing. i’m fine.”

but then you’re fighting back because obviously it’s not, and you hate that he won’t talk to you. and he can see the pleading in your eyes. and he really hates himself because bill never wanted you to feel like this. and he just sighs. “it’s stupid.”

“what?”

“it’s really stupid.” he says, like it’s a warning. “i shouldn’t have said that thing about you wanting to use me. i just let my head get the idea that you didn’t like me anymore and didn’t want to put me in your sketches.”

and you’re kind of speechless for a second. you want to say a million different things to him; he looks like he wants to, too. you can only manage to get out, “bill, you know i adore you.”

and you don’t hear how his breath catches in his throat because (of course) seth is calling your name.

the rest of the day passes without another interaction with bill. you see him in the halls on a few occasions and he smiles brightly for you, but it’s not until the end of the night when you catch him waiting for you outside your office. you’d had to stick around and finish up some things with the other writers, so the fact bill waited around sent your heart racing.

leaning against your door, with his hands in his pockets, bill was like a beautiful and tired vision. “you want to go get some coffee downstairs?” he said.

you can’t tell him no.

so, ten minutes later he’s handing you your drink and trying to explain just how much he let his anxety overtake him. you knew it could get bad sometimes, but the thought had never crossed your mind as being the reason he wasn’t talking to you. you listened as he continued on about how much he likes your writing, and how he appreciated that you would keep putting him in your sketches (even though his anxiety wanted to keep him in the background). and “i know everyone jokes about you liking me, and that’s why you write sketches for me, but it wouldn’t matter even if that’s why you did. anyone should be happy to have one of your pieces.”

you feel like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. he just lets his words resonate for a second, and for you to smile back at him, before he’s launching into a story about seth and one of the other writers from earlier this week.

the sketches go off great on saturday, like bill was sure they would, and when you get home somewhere close to 3am after the show, there’s a text waiting for you from bill.

[ See you @ monday’s pitch. You’re going to have another great we eek.]

and he’s right. the last few weeks for the year go off without a hitch. well, without anymore hitches than your used to for snl. as the season closes and the host says goodnight, bill’s the first to give you a big hug while the band plays everyone out. in fact, with his 6’1 stature, he practically lifts you off the ground.

there are the fifteen afterparties and the twenty goodbyes, but you’re finally heading home as you hail a taxi.

“you don’t mind if i share that, do you?” a voice asks from behind. when you turn, bill’s got his hands in his pockets and it’s as though he’s expecting you to tell him no. but how the hell can you do that?

when you two give your addresses and settle in, there’s the obligoutory chat about how you’re going to spend your summers. he was thinking of going back to l.a. you weren’t sure yet — which both of you already knew. but up until this point, bill didn’t follow up with the question, “well — there’s a room open at the place i’m staying in l.a.?”

and that?? well, we’ll leave that for another time.

#look i know you'd be ashamed of me bill but i really don't care anymore #yOULL NEVER SEE THIS AND THIS IS A PIPE DREAM BLOG #bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader self insert #bill hader x reader #bill hader x you #bill hader and reader

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officialleehadan · 5 years ago

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Red Silk Wings

Eskyl was not overly pleased to be in a whorehouse.

Oh, sure, it was a classy whorehouse because Zain had expensive taste in everything including lovers, but it was still a whorehouse. Red draped the walls. The seating was polished wood, smooth and comfortable, and easy to clean. The whores were beautiful, dressed in almost-transparent silks and very little else. These were not the whores of a warrior tavern, either. These were confident, sleek courtesans, who were selling good conversation as much as anything else.

Zain, of course, was holding court. He had no less than four lovelies, three men and a determined woman, draped halfway in his lap as he did little cantrips to amuse them.

Eskyl had purchased absolutely nothing but a mug of good mead, and told the first whore to approach him that he was soon to be wedded.

For any other whorehouse, that would have been an invitation. This woman took it for the polite refusal it was, and kept her hands to herself.

Bald-Face was, unfortunately, less versed in the nuances of human conversation. He was also holding court, apparently unaware that the lovely young woman listening to him was halfway to shoving her hands down his pants.

Well, Eskyl supposed be understood. Bald-Face was polite, reasonably good-looking, and very prone to talking about honey at length.

And also was oblivious to just how many honey references could be misconstrued as references to sex.

This was sure to be deeply hilarious. Eskyl caught the eye of one of the girls and ordered a plate of food for himself even as two of Zain’s companions dragged him into the dancing.

His necromancer friend seemed to be losing clothing at an impressive rate. Eskyl had to give the whores credit for their alacrity. Zain’s clothing tended to be the complicated sort.

“It’s not so difficult to coax the best results out of my ladies,” Bald-Face was saying brightly, definitely talking about bees. “A light touch where it matters, but that’s no difficulty. I just move a little more slowly.”

Bees. He was talking about bees. He was always talking about bees.

The whores did not know he was talking about bees.

“Tell us more about this light touch,” the whore, a delicate creature of dusky skin and black hair and deep yellow silks, purred. She gave a good impression of being riveted to Bald-Face’s every word. “We live for a man who takes his time.”

“Well, all good things take time,” Bald-Face told her fondly, and looked down when another whore, this one pale, with fiery hair and green silks, twined her fingers with his. “Oh, hello. We’re talking about honey.”

“I love honey,” the redhead sighed, and stretched appealingly. Her eyes were lined in black kohl and her lips were inviting. Eskyl was impressed. It took a lot of skill to do makeup so well, and to make it look like she wore none at all. “All sticky sweet and golden.”

“He takes his time,” the dark-skinned whore murmured to her, eyes wide and promising. Bald-face didn’t even notice. “He was telling me how you need to go slow.”

“Just until they warm up to you,” Bald-Face said cheerfully. “But really, it’s the queen who matters the most. She’s the one who commands everything.”

“Do you like to be commanded?”

“Well, when a queen wants something, you can’t say no, can you? It would be rude.”

Eskyl was laughing too hard to breathe, silent shudders as he tried his best not to choke on his own mead.

“Are you alright?” Bald-Face noticed his distress, such as it was, and looked over. “What’s so funny?”

Eskyl flapped a hand at him, still laughing and completely unable to speak.

The whores glanced at him, then at Bald-Face, and decided they probably didn’t want to know.

“Queens are touchy sometimes” Bald-Face was warming to his topic as a third whore drifted over. “Really though, the honey from wildflowers is the sweetest, even if it’s the hardest to coax out of them.”

“I love the wild,” the new whore breathed as she leaned over far enough for Bald-Face to see right down her shirt. He didn’t even notice. “Would you tell us about how wild you can be? We’re desperate for you.”

“Oh, I’m not very wild,” Bald-Face told her obliviously. “But I adore honey.”

The whore who Eskyl first talked to came over with his food, and looked at Bald-Face with something like confusion twisting her red-painted lips.

“Bees,” Eskyl wheezed when she turned to him for answers. “He’s talking about bees. He’s a bee wizard. The only females he’s interested in are the ones with stingers”

The whore’s lips parted in a wordless Oh, and she turned to head off her eager compatriots. After all there were other customers who were interested in stingers of a different, much more profitable sort.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough.

The red headed whore must have decided that they weren’t being forward enough, or maybe just ran out of patience. She ran her hand up Bald-Face’s thigh, bold fingers making her invitation inescapably clear.

Unfortunately, Bald-Face was only sometimes human, was never good with women, and reacted poorly to surprises.

He yelped, attempted to clamber over the back of the couch to escape the whore’s questing fingers, and turned into rather a lot of bees all at once.

Pandemonium ensued.

Whores ran in all directions as thousands of bald-face hornets swirled through the room, buzzing with fury and confusion all at once.

Eskyl put a hand over his mug to keep the hornets out, and sighed.

People scattered. Mass panic sent whores and their half-dresses customers scrambling out of the room. Doors slammed, but doors were never much good against hornets, and there was more screaming from upstairs as the hornets tried and failed to find a way outside.

Zain stormed into the room, stark naked and glowing with unearthly magic.

The few whores left in the room took one look at him and fled, screaming.

The bees swirled and coalesced back into a very contrite-looking Bald-Face.

Zain stared at him, radiating outrage.

Eskyl started laughing again, and took a deep drink of his mead.

“Well,” he said as they glared at each other. “You did say you wanted some excitement.”

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Before they were old monsters, they were young men. The adventures of Eskyl, Zain, and Bald-Face, before they were legends.

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rosecolouredash · 6 years ago

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Momentum ; Hockey!Cashton

Summary: Anything your boyfriend did on the ice, you also did on the ice. When dating a hockey player, you had to be ready to carry every victory and every mistake home with you. So imagine dating two.

Warnings: fluff, so soft (duh), sports-related violence.......

Notes: So I have three unfinished one shots for the hockey!au but I’ve hyped this one up the past few days so it moved to the top of my ‘to finish’ list. Hopefully, it doesn’t disappoint. Also, fun fact: this was originally just a hockey!calum fic (Eve, you should know the ONE) with some minor changes…I’ll leave it at that so that y’all can just read. Enjoy ☺️

It was the Saturday morning skate before the game, that evening, against the Hornets. Since the skate was optional, not everyone from the Timberwolves had shown up, with some players opting to rest or avoid the rink before the big matchup. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same for you and your two captain boyfriends.

The continuous loop of skates on ice, whistleblowing and playful banter between teammates were all white noise to you. Sitting in one of the arena’s many seats, you tried to keep your focus on the textbook in your lap. You had an upcoming exam and watching the team practice was not going to stop you from achieving a decent enough grade. Breathing out a sigh, you made note of where you were on your page and stole a glance towards the ice. You could pick out Ashton and Calum, even in a large group of boys, wearing identical jerseys. Though the block letters of ‘C’ and ‘A,’ respectively on their left breast, were a huge giveaway.

Once after a game, you joked with them about the irony of having each other’s initial stitched over their hearts, a showing tell that they belonged to one another, but what about you? That night they made sure to remind you of their feelings for their sweetheart; branding you through peppered kisses and love bites discreetly placed.

—

It was a couple hours in, that your mind began to wander again. Most people would be deterred to spend so much time at the ice rink, especially with the low temperatures but you had grown accustomed to it throughout the years. It also helped that there was never an outage of warm sweaters to be stolen and worn. You were currently wrapped in one of the boys’ hoodies - you think, Ashton’s?

“Ready to head out for lunch, sweets?” Speaking of the devil.

You looked towards the end of your aisle of seats to find Ashton Irwin, captain of the Timberwolves, duffel bag hanging over his left shoulder and hockey stick in hand, on the right. Gathering your stuff together and into your backpack, you met Ash at the end of the row. He set his stuff aside before you wrapped your arms around his neck, in greeting. You breathed in his fresh scent; him having just showered before meeting you. He returned your hug, squeezing gently while placing a quick peck to your temple.

Noticing that he was alone, you broke away, in confusion. “Where’s Cal?”

Ashton retrieved his things, making sure to also take your backpack, and you both made your way towards the exit.

“He’s already outside with Luke and Mike. I hope you don’t mind, they’re joining us at the diner.”

You voiced that you could never mind their company. Michael and Luke were as much a presence in your boyfriends’ lives as you were. Not to mention, you genuinely enjoyed their company being Michael’s official study buddy since you shared a number of classes together at your college. Ashton and Calum were accustomed to your all-nighters and coffee runs together. Luke, on the other hand, was your party friend; the two of you being the lightest of lightweights. To the embarrassment of their bud but amusement for you, your boyfriends could always find you in the middle of a dance floor; both moving completely off beat to whatever music was playing.

When you stepped foot outside, it was easy to spot Luke, Michael and Calum waiting on you, the latter’s black SUV parked at the curb. Your boyfriend’s back was facing towards you so you signaled, with a finger to your lips, to the other two boys. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, Calum was well-aware of your plan when he noticed a flicker of a grin appear on both of his best friends’ faces. There was only one person that they made that smile to.

Before you could wrap your arms around Calum, he turned around and made a grab for you. You shrieked in surprise, being the one held tightly around your waist and not the other way around.

“Nice try, sweetheart.”

You blew him a raspberry.

He laughed at that and he knelt his head down slightly, so he could nuzzle his nose against yours. Between your two boys, Calum usually wasn’t the one to show much PDA so he must have been really tired from the early morning skate. That was one of the only times he was most affectionate, when he was sleepy; the other being when he would feel extra soft in the bedroom, which wasn’t too often.

Ashton let out a hearty laugh, watching you two as he placed his gear and your stuff into the back of Calum’s vehicle. When you all had calmed down and you properly greeted Luke and Mike with hugs, you left for some well deserved lunch.

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You had all just finished eating, deciding to hang out at the diner before heading to your respective apartments. Squished in one side of a booth, you sat between Ashton and Cal; Michael and Luke occupying the other side. Easy-going conversations were made between the five of you as you held onto one of Calum’s hands under the table. His other hand was used to prop his head atop of it. Ashton, all the while, kept a gentle grip of your thigh.

When the topic of tonight’s game came into light, an uneasy feeling came over you. The Hornets were the Timberwolves biggest rivals. It wasn’t the Hornets’ team, as a whole, that made you uneasy but one player in particular. The captain of the Hornets, Kyle Larson, always gave the boys a hard time. For whatever reason. It was at their last game and still in the pre-season that Larson almost hospitalized Luke after hitting him hard into the boards. Even though Luke was fine, in the end, Michael was still thrown out of that game for lunging at the Hornets’ captain and giving him a bloodied and broken nose. Larson was suspended for a number of games after the incident and this was the first time they’d come face to face since.

At your sudden silence, Calum gave your hand a squeeze; Ashton doing the same with your thigh. Almost simultaneously. They always seemed to know how you felt and what you were thinking. They hated that their issues on the ice would always come back to you and stress you out. When the three of you had decided to be together, you knew that this was all part of the package deal - the burden of carrying the weight of fights, frustrations and mistakes made while playing the sport they loved but also the joys and the passions from victories, championship titles and trophies.

The team was your family; you would do anything for them. If Calum and Ash could adore you any more than they did, for your love and worry over them and their team, they would.

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It was now the evening. You stood in the tunnel, between the Timberwolves’ locker room and the entrance of the ice, with your two boyfriends. Ashton and Calum were already taller than you but in full hockey garb and an extra couple of inches on skates, they currently towered you.

This was your pregame ritual. The team being nice enough to leave the three of you alone for a moment together.

“I’m a couple rows above and behind the team’s bench. You won’t miss me,” you said looking up at them.

“We’ll always miss you when you’re not right next to us, sweets,” Ashton replied leaning down to steal a kiss from your lips.

“Real suave, Ash.” You giggled and treated your other boy with a kiss. Calum needed to lean down too.

Before any other words could be shared between you, the sound of someone making a gagging noise interrupted you. Both Ashton and Cal looked away from you and out towards the unwanted guest. Turning your head, you could already guess who it was, based on the frowns gracing your boyfriends’ faces.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Ashton glowered at none other than Kyle Larson, captain of the Hornets.

“Sorry, was I interrupting a moment?” A mock laugh escaping his lips.

With no change in the stone cold expression he was giving the other captain, Calum looked him dead in the eyes. “Nose looks good, Lars. Hope you tipped your surgeon well.”

Larson grimaced, scrunching said nose in habit. He had no real retort to that and so he made his way to the locker rooms meant for the visiting teams. Before disappearing from view, you heard his voice echo down the hall. “See you on the ice, boys.”

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The Timberwolves were up one goal, in the second period. Currently the Hornets’ captain had possession of the puck. Larson kept eye contact with the Wolves’ top defenceman and alternate captain when he dumped the puck towards their net. He watched, a wicked grin on his face, as Calum’s line turned their backs on them to retrieve the puck. Everyone except Hood, himself.

They were at a stalemate on the ice.

With ten feet between them, Calum let out a breath through his nose, squaring up and taking off towards Larson. His adversary did the same, both set on a collision of catastrophic proportions.

At the moment of impact, Calum felt nothing. Not because the hit was so powerful that it knocked him out but because it never happened. Confusion settled in as Calum twisted his body on the ice, frantically looking for Larson. It seems that Larson had pivoted around him, at the very last second. Calum’s blood ran as cold as the ice he lived and breathed on, when his mind registered the brute’s true intentions.

The hit was never meant for him.

Helpless, he did the only thing that he could and cried out.

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Your breath caught in your lungs, watching Calum and Larson charge at each other. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for the whistle to signal a stop in the play, but it never came. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach when you opened your eyes. You could imagine that you shared the same look on your face as your boyfriend - the one standing frozen on the ice and not the one unaware that the trajectory of Larson’s hit was actually intended for him. At that realization, you abruptly got out of your seat and did the only thing that you could and cried out too.

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“ASHTON!”

The captain of the Timberwolves could have sworn that, in an arena full of people, you and Calum had cried out for him. Ashton was sure that he could distinguish your voices, anywhere. He was lucky enough to know both of your ins and outs - on the ice, off the ice and behind closed doors. He was confident that he could tell them apart, even in a sea of others. He would have realized, in that moment, he did just that.

If only pain hadn’t blossomed at the back of his body and his head.

If only he hadn’t blacked out.

Tagged: @irwinkitten @calpops @rosecoloredash @lilbabycalum @gorgeouslygrace @rainingcal @asht0n-irwin

#ro writes #5 seconds of summer #hockey!5sos #hockey!au #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings #poly hockey!cashton #poly cashton #5sos one shot #5sos imagine

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fly-sky-high-bug-games · 5 years ago

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Hornet, The Hollow knight,Vengenfly king, Grimm?

Hornet: Favorite boss battle? Most difficult boss?

Mantis Lords!!! Goodness, I think that was the time I learned that some bosses really require taking it easy and not just HIT IT UNTIL YOU WIN strategy I most often used because I was afraid of any boss 80% of the time. And the fact that the difficulty grows with switched and added mantis really made it exciting for me! Watching them move, dodging and striking when given a chance really felt like a dance...~

As for the most difficult boss, it would probably be anything from the Pantheon but I haven’t really played it so... The Radiance, in this case. Because I was too emotionally invested, every time I was given a chance to face her again, I would already be tired for having to fight THK... every single time I failed... And since I didn’t spoil myself, I DIDN’T KNOW THIS B*TCH HAS FIVE PHASES! FIVE! I got closer each time but every time I lost I felt devastated, I just wanted to save Hollow... You can imagine how satisfying void slapping her was, once I finally did beaten her. XD

The Hollow Knight: What was the saddest part of the game for you? Which ending is the most sad to you?

Honestly, realizing Ghost’s past, the whole Abyss cutscene... it shook me to the core (and I watched Ghost drop in the dark while I was also sitting in the dark room, intensely listening with headset on and watching so when they fell down, I vibed with that sdfjsd full experience I guess). I was sad about Herrah too, she was the first Dreamer I got to end as well. The moment I set down to listen to Hornet after that I felt really sad. (where is the option to hug the bug??). You’d think last sitting with Quirrel would be the saddest for me but it felt oddly content, albeit bittersweet because I had a feeling I won’t see him around again. I’m glad I got to sit with him for nice, long moment in silence BUT CURSE MYSELF FOR NOT DREAM NAILING HIM BEFORE I LEFT... oh well. Next time.

As for the endings, it has to be Sealed Sibling one, EVEN THOUGH I WILL NEVER PLAY IT THROUGH, EVER. Right after is The Hollow Knight, because it’s the second worst, as in I DON’T WANT TO JUST POSTPONE INFECTION, I WANT TO END IT!!! I felt bad for Ghost... The Dream No More is my favorite one but it’s still sad, as void kids return to Abyss...

Vengefly King: Do you save or abandon Zote?

Save. I have no heart to do it, even for the achievement. And even if he kind of deserves it... I felt pity for him I guess, he was just this Boomer who wanted to be cool like in his old days... GOD WHEN I HAD TO FACE HIM AT THE ARENA, I WAS SCARED OF KILLING HIM AND FOR SOLID 5 MIN I JUST DODGED AND DID NOTHING UNTIL I YELLED TO MY FRIEND ON WHAT TO DO. He then told me to chill, that he will be fine but his ego won’t so... I smacked him few times. It felt good~ but I was so worried before that XD

Grimm: Do you like the Grimmchild charm? Use it often?

It’s alright? I find Grimmchild on it’s own absolutely adorable (”NYEEH”’s really make me go AWWW) but in the back of my head it’s always “dang it it’s taking away my notch spots, I want my old charm set back...”

So it’s fine and no I didn’t use it for anything but collecting flames <:’D

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Mama’s home for star-crossed lovers

Mama’s large home in the woods just outside of Kepler, West Virginia, is a safe-haven for the outcasts-- damaged, broken, and scared. Dani’s no stranger to any of those things, but Mama’s house is safe. Then Aubrey Little shows up with a different situation than usual, and she’s just Dani’s type. Only thing is, Dani is really bad at talking to girls unless they’re behind a screen.

Aka an internet friends that the author took liberties with, ignoring the fact that Kepler’s in the radio silence zone.

TW for minor mentions abuse/homophobia/transphobia but it’s like veeeery minor

AO3 link

Mama’s large home in the woods just outside of Kepler, West Virginia, is a safe-haven for the outcasts-- damaged, broken, and scared. She’d inherited the property when her grandparents had died, and immediately she did the first thing that would piss those old fucks off: started housing the trans kids in town that had been sleeping on benches behind the high school. The house was large, though, and she had room even after putting up the first few kids, and so she expanded to just...anyone that needed it.

The people changed frequently, especially when she puts an ad online that her home is “a safehaven for queer and other oppressed folks.”

All of her visitors commend Mama on her endeavors, tell her how much they needed the love and acceptance -- especially in West Virginia -- but they never stay longer than they have to. More often than not, they’re just waiting for friends in other states to get their affairs in order to move. There are exceptions, though.

Exceptions like Dani.

Dani, while not one of the first, is one of the longest stays at Mama’s house; she's been living and working in Kepler for a little over five years, now, in one of Mama’s spare rooms. She tries every paycheck to pay rent, but Mama refuses it most of the time so Dani does chores around the house to help out and slips money in Mama’s desk when she’s not home.

There are others, too; Barclay’s been here for ten years, and Jake for four; they stay on the boys’ floor on the ground level. Dani’s the only one on the girls’ floor that’s stayed longer than a few months, other than Moira, but Moira’s just moved out after seven years of staying with Mama. They get visitors, old and new, often, and so Dani isn’t lonely or bored often, which is why Dani should be nonplussed when she comes home from work to see Mama showing a new person around the main floor of the house.

Should be.

But this girl is so fucking pretty.

“Dani! You’re the only girl on the floor right now, so introductions’ll be pretty short ‘n quick. This is Aubrey Little, met ‘er while I was out deliverin’ a piece outta town. She’ll be stayin’ with us for a while. Mind--” The landline rings and Mama answers it; there’s a few moments of hushed conversation, then she curses, turning to apologize to Aubrey before rushing out the door cursing Ned Chicane’s name.

There’s an awkward silence, and Dani thinks maybe she’s supposed to talk to Aubrey.

Only thing it, Dani doesn’t know what more to say than, “Hey.”

“Uh- Hi- Hello, hi. I’m-- Aubrey.” Aubrey shifts a bag in a gloved hand and offers the other to shake, which Dani does-- though she almost melts at the warmth spreading up her body as a flush wraps its way up her neck and cheeks. “Man, you have no idea how happy I am that I found Mama’s ad!”

Dani smiles to be kind, looking for any reason she can to keep talking to this girl but she can’t really keep her eyes on her for too long without getting flustered. “I mean, aren’t we all? Mama’s wonderful.”

“Right.”

There’s an awkward silence, and Aubrey shifts her bag awkwardly and Dani’s eyes widen.

“Oh-- Oh My god, I’m probably supposed to show you to your room, huh? Sorry.”

“Mama was going to, but then she,,,the whole...”

“Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Nothing you need to worry about, I don’t think.” Dani goes into Mama’s office and grabs a key for one of the empty rooms on the second floor from the box, handing it to Aubrey. Her cheeks burn when their fingers brush. “It’s kinda like dorms here, so you get a key-- not that you’ll need it though. No one steals stuff or anything! Just-- for safety.”

“Yeah, yeah, sounds fair.” Aubrey laughs and slips the key into her pocket as she follows Dani up to the second floor. She looks amazed at how big the place is, and Dani smiles; it’s pretty usual of new guests to be surprised at the eight bedroom home. The look on her face is kind of adorable.

They get to the bedroom and stand in the doorway awkwardly a moment.

“Dinner’s whenever Barclay yells, shouldn’t be too long though.”

“Alrighty! Thanks again, Dani. I appreciate it.”

Dani smiles. “Hey, no problem. If you need anything, I’m across the hall.”

Aubrey nods, disappears into the room, and Dani steps into her own. Head thunking onto the wood of the door, she sighs. She’s really fucked.

Aubrey Little is definitely Dani’s type, and she seems to have a good personality, but Dani has reservations about dating anyone that comes to stay with Mama. She knows what it’s like to feel hopeless, and then to suddenly feel loved and safe here-- she doesn’t want to ruin that for anybody. There have been people that have come through that she’s had the chance at flings with, but she’s practiced self-restraint. It’s not too hard, seeing as they all leave sometime or another.

And Dani hasn’t even held hands with a girl in the six years since she came out, which almost hurts more than anything. Her parents didn’t want her, and she still hasn’t been able to get into a relationship anyway. Sometimes it feels like it’s all for nothing, but then she has dinner with Barclay and Mama and all of the other guests, and she remembers how much happier she is living without the pain of being in the closet.

So even though she’s kind of lonely, it’s fine. She’s fine. She just-- She’s fine.

Barclay’s call for dinner startles Dani from her reverie and she ducks into the bathroom in the hall to wash her hands before heading downstairs. As she turns down the hall to the kitchen, she sees Aubrey’s firey hair at the top of the stairs and she speeds up a bit.

“What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread, even though I know you won’t eat any of the bread.” Dani rolls her eyes. Garlic is gross. “Meatballs and noodles gotta be kept sperate, new girl’s vegetarian.”

“Sounds good. Where’s Jake tonight?”

“Hell if I know. He said he was going to the Hornet’s nest before he left, but they’re always all over town. I told him be back but he’ll probably eat there tonight.”

Dani hums as she grabs plates and sets four places at the table as Mama and Aubrey enter. Dani grabs two more plates when she sees Duck Newton and Ned Chicane following behind them.

“Ned, Duck! What trouble’d you get in that Mama had t’ run off so fast, huh?”

“Now that’s top secret, friend Dani!” Ned boasts. He sits in his usual spot, Duck plopping down next to him after washing his hands, and it’s hard to miss how dirty the trio are.

Duck grunts, scooping a hearty amount of pasta and meatballs onto his plate. “Ned crashed his Lincoln into the shed out back trying to run from sheriff Owens.”

“Bastard ruined my latest sculpture, now I gotta rebuild the damn shed and then start over.” Mama growls, glaring over at him. “I might’s well change my ad to ‘fugitives welcome too’ at this point.”

“Hey, now--!”

Aubrey snickers, falling into one of the empty seats once everyone’s sat in their own spots, and that's kinda weird but no one says anything. Dinner starts. Throughout the meal, Dani can’t help but stare a bit. Aubrey’s energy is absolutely addictive, and it’s hard not to smile with her. Duck finishes first, and is quick to duck out-- saying he needs to feed his cat, but he’s probably running off to go to sleep. After that, Barclay finishes but stays at the table to chat. Mama and Ned finish some time after Dani, and disappear into the office to talk about what they’ll do about the shed.

“Wow, Barclay, that was so good! You do a lot of cooking here?”

“Yeah, most of it really, unless Dani or the others wanna give me a break.” Barclay laughs, smiling. “I like cooking, though, so that doesn’t happen a lot.”

“Well you’re damn good at it! Need any help cleaning up?”

“It’s actually my night to wash dishes tonight, but it should be pretty easy to clean up so you just go on ahead.” Dani pipes up, standing. Aubrey shakes her head, scrambling up as well.

“I can help! I really don’t mind.”

Dani smiles. “Alright. Let’s get to work then.” Dani stacks up the plates, and Aubrey helps carry the pots and pans to the sink. Since Dani knows where the dishes are, she puts the leftovers in a Tupperware each for those that work so they can take some to lunch tomorrow. Aubrey fills the sink for the pots and then they work together to load the plates and cups into the dishwasher.

“So, uh-- what’re you in for?” Aubrey asks causally, only to cringe and chake her head quickly. “Yeah, no, uh-- sorry. Sorry! That’s a stupid, prying question. Sorry.”

Aubrey laughs and leans against the counter with a smile, watching Dani wash the pots out. “It’s alright. I mean, it’s pretty obvious, but uh...parents didn’t want me ‘cause I like girls. I wandered around about year until I met Mama and I’ve been here since.”

Aubrey nods sadly, humming.

“Man, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, it’s-- It’s long forgotten.” Dani shrugs, reassuring Aubrey that it’s fine because she looks guilty still. “What about you? If it’s not too personal.”

Aubrey shoots a grin at Dani, winking at her. “I’m on the run, babe.”

Dani’s cheeks burn and she her eyebrows shoot up, amused. “O- Oh?”

“My parents...weren’t not accepting, but they kinda ignored it, y’know? And then mom died, and my dad got all protective and shit. Wouldn’t let me go out anywhere even though I’m a grown ass woman; so when I wanted to start a magic act, he wasn’t having it.” Aubrey snaps her gloved fingers, and little sparks fly from her hands, and oh god Dani’s really fucked--

“Anyway, long story short I ran away and dad has a missing person’s report out on me. I’m trying to find a lawyer or something to contact him to get it taken down, ‘cause I know if I go home I might be stuck there for a while, but I can’t afford it right now. Mama’s a literal lifesaver.”

“That sounds...stressful. If my parents ever came looking for me, I don’t know what I’d do.” Dani says.

“Well I’d hope you wouldn’t go with them. They sound like dicks, for not accepting you-- no offence to you, of course.”

“None taken. I get it. I-- I’d like to say that I wouldn’t, but I don’t know.”

Aubrey gives a comforting smile, and Dani looks away quickly.

They finish the pots and set them out to dry, Aubrey cracking jokes every now and then, and it’s domestic in a way Dani is used to yet this is so new and scary she doesn’t know how to process. Afterwards, they go their separate ways, and Dani collapses onto the couch next to Barclay, who snorts.

“Someone’s got a cru- u- ush.”

“Shut up, you haven’t gotten laid in at least five years!”

“Neither have you.”

“...Touché.”

Dani does her best to avoid Aubrey the best she can; as it turns out, Aubrey is going to be here a while earning the cash for her lawyers, and so she’s going to be staying with them for a while. Aubrey makes quick friends with Ned and Duck, so when she isn’t at work, she’s with them. It’s a brief reprieve for Dani’s weak gay heart.

Ding!

The-Lady-Flame: You alright? Been a couple days since you messaged last.

Dani smiles at the message, settling into the couch after dinner one night. Jake is on dishes duty, having actually joined them for dinner once, and he’s got some punk music or something playing in the kitchen. Dani thinks, idly, that her friend would like this music. The lady flame, aka Sparks, is one of her oldest friends even if they’ve never met in person; they met on Tumblr about four years ago when Dani started following wlw accounts and found a punk/prep aesthetic blog that she fell in love with almost immediately. She and Sparks became best friends rather quickly, and even though Dani doesn’t use tumblr much anymore they message regularly on discord.

Vamp-2-amp: Yeah, no, I’m cool. Been busy is all.

Vamp-2-amp: You?

Sparks takes a while to respond. Dani jumps a mile in the air when Aubrey yells from the other room (”Jake I love this band!”), but relaxes quickly when she figures out what the yelling’s about. She can’t help but smile as Aubrey starts dancing around the kitchen with Jake.

After a few minutes, though, after everything’s calmed down, Dani’s phone dings again with a response.

The-Lady-Flame: Good! Settling in with the new housemates.

Vamp-2-amp: That’s great! Totally forgot you were looking for a place.

Vamp-2-amp: I met a pretty girl a couple weeks ago and I’m so gay you have no idea like I’m such a useless gay

The-Lady-Flame: Oh? Go on?

Dani continues talking about her crush on Aubrey for a while, Sparks chiming in every now and then, before conversation shifts to life in general.

“Who ya talkin’ to?”

Dani locks her phone, blushing like mad, as Aubrey plops onto the couch next to her. “Nobody!”

Aubrey laughs, leaning against Dani’s shoulder. “No need to keep secrets from me, Dani~ Talking to a girl?”

“M- Maybe,” She says, and well it’s not a lie. She’s been friends with Sparks for years, and Sparks is a girl, but it’s not like talking talking like Aubrey’s implying. Well-- okay, no, Sparks doesn’t see her like that although Dani wouldn’t mind if she did.

“That’s exciting. Girls are-- oh, boy, girls are. Nice.” Aubrey smiles like a dork, and Dani hides her face in her hands. “Hey! So, uh-- I ran into Duck today, and he told me a place to get some good soup?.. I hate cold weather, and some soup sounds really good. Would you wanna-- Would you wanna go check it out with me?..”

And if Dani wasn’t totally flustered before, with Aubrey leaning on her, she’s a mess now. She tries to act cool though. “Oh, that place? Duck’s taken all of us at some point, anything to get his hands on that French onion. I'm not exactly a fan, myself.”

“Oh. Oh, alright!” Aubrey’s face falls a bit, and she shrinks back, dejected. It takes Dani a moment to register that maybe she should’ve said yes even though she doesn’t like the place. “So I should ask Duck to go instead? Sounds good, thanks Dani!”

Aubrey hops up quickly, waving, and then she’s gone.

“W- Wait-- fuck-- damn it.”

Dani sighs, slumping back against the couch with a frown. She didn’t mean to make Aubrey feel bad. Damn it.

Vamp-2-amp: Oh man I think I accidentally just rejected pretty girl???

The-Lady-Flame: OOF rip, one of my housemates just kinda blew me off too so ig we’re in the same boat with bad communication skills huh?

Vamp-2-amp: RIP babe that sucks

The-Lady-Flame: Babe?

Vamp-2-amp: I’m trying something new ;)

The-Lady-Flame: ...I like that

Vamp-2-amp: Yeah? I’ll have to call you that more then ;)

A boom from upstairs startles her, and then Aubrey’s voice calls “Sorry! Sorry, that was me-- dropped something! I’m fine!”

Some time nearing Christmas, Indrid Cold moves back into Mama’s house for the winter and parks his Winnebago out back. They don’t follow traditional Christmas festivities, though there is a pile of presents in the corner of the living room and nights are spent together more, laughing and playing games or watching movies, or simply just talking. Aubrey, despite her saving up, has bought everyone staying in the house a present and wrapped them up (messily, but wrapped nonetheless). Dani has one for everyone except Aubrey, though not because she doesn’t want to give her one-- she just doesn’t know what to get her.

What do you get for a girl you’re trying to avoid so you don’t kiss her?

Ned’s laughter booms through the room, and Dani’s startled from her thoughts. She decides that she has a month to go yet.

”Aubrey, your daddy’s kinda a dick, huh?”

Aubrey had just gotten done telling them about her latest string of emails and facebook messenger calls from her father begging her to come home. She gives a tired chuckle, setting her mug of cocoa down on the coffee table. After a glare from Barclay she moves a coaster under it.

“Yeah, I mean, a little bit. He doesn’t mean anything bad, but this whole missing person thing sucks. I’ve been through like two or three different states trying to get away from it! I just wanna live normal and, like, get a real job.”

“What would you do if you could do whatever you want, Aubrey?”

Aubrey hums, thinking. “I’ve always wanted to have a magic troupe, obviously, but...I like Kepler. I dunno what I’d do just yet. I can’t really think about that right now anyway.”

“But everything is gonna get better soon. Don’t worry about it.” Mama says, patting Aubrey’s shoulder.

“You’ll be able to hire a lawyer soon, right?”

“You seem pretty invested in Aubrey’s plans, Ned Chicane,” Indrid says, suspicious, and yeah he’s been asking her a lot of questions tonight. Ned laughs nervously.

“I have no ill intentions with my dear friend Aubrey, friend Indrid. I’m just worried for her wellbeing, as we all are. I want to see her succeed.”

“Well, Ned, if Mama’ll have me, I’d like to stay, so no need to worry too much about me.” Aubrey says, giving Mama a hopeful look, and Dani feels both a rush of excitement and a rush of panic wash over her at the idea of Aubrey staying. She’s going to have to spend more time living with her crush? Oh boy.

Mama smiles softly and nods, opening her mouth to speak when the phone rings. She steps out to answer it, only to come back a few minutes later with a grim face that breaks the light-hearted conversation.

“Barclay? You, uh-- Can you clean out a spare room? On the, uh-- Boy’s floor. We got a new one comin’ in about an hour, and uh-- this one’s-- this one’s bad.” Mama says, her voice shaking, and it suddenly hits Dani how much Mama’s seen in the twenty years she’s been doing this.There are cases that come into the house that put everyone down, but for it to make Mama upset it means that things are breaking bad. “I-- I need someone to go get Duck. I don’t got the time-- I-- I’ve got a bit of prep t’ do, this kid’s comin’ with nothin’ on him, gotta get to the store...Don’t know what we all need.”

The house goes into motion; Ned volunteers to run over to Duck’s house --which he quickly does upon getting the ok-- and Barclary and Jake start cleaning up one of the rooms, Mama grabbing her keys to run to the nearest open store.

“M- Mama! Is there anything I can do to help?..Anything you need?..”

“Shoot, Aubrey, I’m sorry this one’s taken care of. You an’ Dani an’ Indrid are free to go about y’er night, sorry to cut it short.”

“No problem, Mama...”

Then Mama’s gone, and the house is silent save for Barclay and Jake’s hushed conversation. Dani, still on the couch, stands. She can see some helpless anxiety building up in Aubrey, like she’s noticed it usually does when she’s rejected, and that won’t do. So even if Dani’s bad at talking to pretty girls, she needs to comfort Aubrey somehow.

“Why don’t we go on a walk, Aubrey? It’ll keep us outta the house for a bit.”

“B- But I wanna-- I wanna help, everyone else is...” Aubrey sounds frustrated. “Why can’t I help, Dani?”

“Mama has her reasons. You know her. This guy probably does need the quiet, and the house’ll probably be cleared out when he shows up.” Dani slowly leads Aubrey outside and into the woods near the house. She knows it’ll take a bit to reassure Aubrey that she’s not in trouble; Dani’s been doing research on ADHD since Aubrey isn’t shy about that aspect of her life, and read something about people with it being sensitive to rejection like the soup incident, or like right now.

“But-- But she’s bringing Duck here, so that can’t be true.”

Dani shakes her head, reaches out her hand to grab Aubrey’s.

Dani knows logically that if Duck is coming, their new guest is a trans man and so he’s coming over to give the “it gets better” talk but she doesn’t want to out their new guest without knowing, and let them tell everyone on their own.

“I can promise you, Aubrey, you’re not being kept out because you can’t help out. It’s just for the night. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll be able to goof around with the new guy,make him laugh for us. Laughter’s the best medicine.”

“I don’t wanna just goof, Dani, I wanna help!” Aubrey snaps, dropping her hand as she stops walking. Dani cringes.

“No, that’s not what I-- Aubrey, I didn’t mean it like that,” Dani says.

“Really? Because you avoid me enough I wouldn’t be surprised if all you thought of me was ‘haha fire girl is at it again’ right?”

“Wh-- No, of course not, Aubrey!”

“Then why don’t you like talking to me? Because I thought you were pretty cool but you keep brushing me off and I think that usually means you don’t want to spend time with someone.”

Aubrey looks frustrated, annoyed, and this is exactly what Dani didn’t want.

“Aubrey, I- I’ve been avoiding you because...you’re really fucking pretty, and I don’t want to fuck anything up when we still have to live in the same house. I’ve done it before, and it sucks.” Dani sits heavily on a fallen log, huffing, and she doesn’t hear Aubrey’s shocked gasp with how loud her heart is beating in her ears. She blinks, frustrated, and sees Aubrey in front of her.

“He-- Hey, Dani, that’s not-- there’s no need to think like that..! I-- You think I’m pretty?..”

“Y- Yes? Like, super fucking pretty? And funny, and kind, and I don’t want to do anything that would make it awkward, because Mama’s place is a safe place and I don’t wanna ruin it for you. For anyone that has to deal with the drama. I’m sorry, I didn’t--” Dani’s eyes widen as Aubrey launches herself at her, connecting their lips.

“Hey Dani? That’s-- That’s really nice, but I’m gonna need you to shut up and kiss me.”

The new visitor is, as Dani suspected, a trans man who’d just came out to his parents and needed a place to stay for a while; he’d been beat up pretty bad when he came in, and had no clothes on his back; Mama had set him up quickly, and it was a sad day when he went off with some friends a month later.

In that month he had looked to look into physical transition with Duck’s help, and left with the promise to visit Mama when he's sure he's stable. The tension between Aubrey and Dani had been mostly settled that night of Dani’s confession, but it’s still kind of awkward having a girlfriend.

A girlfriend. Man, that’s crazy. What was she so scared of even?

The-Lady-Flame: Yooo you’ll never believe the week I’ve had

Vamp-2-amp: Yeah? Same here, fam

The-Lady-Flame: One of my housemates almost blew up the house last night.

The-Lady-Flame: It wasn’t me this time!

Dani snorts, her head in Aubrey’s lap as they’re both on their phones on the couch. Dinner is in a few, and they’d both gotten back from work so there isn’t much to do until then but relax. It’s been a while since she’s caught up with Sparks, but it’s like nothing’s changed. The flirting’s calmed down quite a bit since they both recently got girlfriends, but it’s not like they were going anywhere in the first place.

Vamp-2-amp: Lmao I can’t believe

The-Lady-Flame: You’re so mean to me Vamp

Vamp-2-amp: You’re a hazard 2 society and you know it

Aubrey snorts above her like whatever she’s reading is funny, and she lays her head on the back of the couch with a chuckle. Barclay calls for dinner and Dani groans, burying her face deeper into Aubrey’s thighs.

The-Lady-Flame: I’m taking that as a compliment

The-Lady-Flame: Gotta go eat and then smooch my girl, night Vamp

Thinking it’s lucky coincidence that Sparks has to leave when she does, Dani sends off a quick goodbye and stands finally, pecking Aubrey on the lips as they head to the dinner table. Meatloaf tonight, with a lot of veggie sides instead for Aubrey.

Routine is easy to fall into. Dani finds it easy to include Aubrey in her routine, even after the first four months of her living with them being awkward and spent avoiding her; Aubrey gets home after Dani does, her day full of odd-jobs that she gets paid in cash with because she can’t open a bank account in Kepler without her dad finding her. Once Aubrey gets home, she showers and falls into bed, yelling across the Hall for Dani if Dani isn’t already curled up under all of Aubrey’s blankets, and they just...talk. They talk a lot. Dani about her job at the local nursery, how she’d gotten the gig with the help of forest ranger Duck Newton, the various instruments she plays, etc. Aubrey about her family, about her time on the run from them, about how she always wanted to start up a magic gig but not knowing how.

About everything. And Dani listens-- Dani could listen to Aubrey talk about anything, why didn’t she realize sooner? One time she listened to Aubrey go on a long rant about the texture of the paper towels the high school in town uses, because she does the cleaning there sometimes and it just tears right apart. At least let the cleaning crew use some good stuff, come on--

Most nights, Dani’s lulled to sleep by Aubrey’s voice. Sometimes Aubrey --or, she suspects, Aubrey has Mama-- carries her to her own room. Most of the time, Dani stays curled up in Aubrey’s bed, her girlfriend playing big spoon, and all is right.

It’s a nice routine.

Dani also has a routine when messaging Sparks. If they message at all, she always says goodnight at nine o’clock and then spends the rest of the night with her family. Some nights they have game night, sometimes they watch movies, it all depends on the night.

This particular night, Dani forgets to say goodnight until after they’re finished with a particularly long game of Monopoly, which ended with a victorious Barclay getting yelled at by the entire house. Duck and Minerva are over, Indrid visiting too, and Moira had even come to visit for Jake’s birthday. Everyone is settled into their rooms, Duck and Minerva heading home to his apartment and Indrid off to the RV park, and Aubrey is helping Barclay out so Dani opens discord and messages Spark with an apology for not seeing her last message. She hits send and Aubrey’s phone dings. Dani’s startled by the name that flashes on the discord notification.

It’s her name. Well--- her screenname.

Aubrey’s the lady flame?!

Aubrey returns to the bedroom, climbing into bed, but before Dani can mention it Mama’s yelling up the stairs for Aubrey sounding panicked.

All Dani and Aubrey have to do is make eye contact before they’re rushing downstairs, expecting something bad to have happened, or a new guest, but instead there’s Ned Chicane at the door, a strange man by his side.

“Mama, Ned, what’s up?”

The strange man clears his throat and steps forward to shake hands, but Mama steps between them and that pushes him back out the door. “Apologies for showing up so late at night, Miss Little. You see, my cab into town just arrived and I was instructed by my employer to seek you out immediately once I knew of your location.”

Dani’s heart stops in her chest, and she can feel Aubrey’s do the same as her girlfriend’s hand finds hers.

“O- Oh?” She asks, as if she doesn’t already know.

Aubrey’s father finally found her.

“I’m gonna kill Ned! He’s fucking dead!” Aubrey’s room is trashed now, the belongings she’d acquired in the ten months that she’s been living in Kepler strewn broken across the floor. Dani sits amongst it all, equally seething with rage. Just the day before she’d had a long talk with Ned about friendship, and then he pulls this. “He gives me up just to get out of trouble with that Boyd guy. Doesn’t he know it’s not just me in trouble here?!”

It’s true. Aubrey’s been given three days to pack her things and go back home with the P.I. that her father hired to find her, or the police would be sent to Mama’s house and Mama arrested for kidnapping. And if Mama were to get arrested, the entire house would fall into chaos. Moira’s fear of older authority figures doesn’t mix well with the police coming, and Barclay and Jake already aren’t in good standing with sheriff Owens. They’d surely fight the police for Mama -- as would Dani -- if she were to get arrested for doing the thing that she loves.

“This is all my fault. I-- I’m gonna have to go back...”

“You can’t! Aubrey, you’re a grown woman you can do whatever you want--”

“But I won’t if that means any of you guys getting hurt.” Aubrey says, her voice cracking. “Especially you or Mama.

Dani nods slowly. It’ll hurt to see Aubrey leave. That’s damn obvious. But once the missing person report is gone, she can come back and everything will be alright again.

Right?

“I...I’ll text you every day, and I’ll be back in less than a week. I just need to show up home, tell my dad to fuck off, and come back.”

“Promise?”

Aubrey connects their lips in a deep, emotion-filled kiss. “Promise.”

Aubrey leaves at the very last second she can on the third day, Boyd Mosche keeping a firm watch on her to make sure she doesn’t run again. Everyone is anxious to see her go, having gotten to know and love Aubrey in the just under one year she’s been staying with them-- but no one’s as worried as Mama is, save for probably Dani. Mama spends her days not at work pacing in her art shed (which she still hasn’t repaired since Ned crashed into it), waiting for a message to come through.

Nothing comes from Aubrey, and when Dani tries to air her frustrations with Sparks, her friend is suspiciously not responding-- which only confirms Dani’s theory. She’d forgotten to even mention it in the days before Aubrey had left, because how does one go about that? And should she even? Definitely not now, it’s not the time--

So she doesn’t. Aubrey leaves, and she’s alone, and it hurts.

Every night that Aubrey is gone ends the same: Dani, curled up small in the middle of Mama’s bed, trying not to cry because this whole situation is bullshit and it hurts like hell.

“But it shouldn’t take this long, Mama.” Dani, sweetie, it’s complicated. “Even if she had to take a bus all the way home and back, she should be home by now. She just has to show her dad she’s alive and then she can leave!” I told you, that ain’t exactly how this all works. “But it should be. Why’s it gotta be so complicated? I just want her home!” Me too, Dani. Me too.

And she does come home. It just takes some time.

Two whole weeks pass, but nearing bedtime one night the front door creaks open and Aubrey makes her way sheepishly inside. She looks tired from the long bus ride but oh so happy to be back-- especially when she sees Jake doing homework on the couch. Dani is in her bedroom when she shows up, but Jake’s loud yell brings her down and in an instant she’s in Aubrey’s strong, warm hold and she never wants to let go.

Slowly the rest of the house filters into the entrance way and gives Aubrey hugs. Barclay, Mama-- even Duck, who had been sleeping on the reclining chair in the living room for the last two weeks. After she’s finally able to get her story out, dramatic and exaggerated a bit to keep it light, Barclay insists on making a quick batch of cookies to celebrate before anyone can go to bed-- which is definitely a needed treat after the last couple of weeks.

“Hey, Dani? Where’s my stuff?”

Dani lifts her head from the sink, her toothbrush dangling from her mouth. “Hm?”

“My stuff. That I left in in my room?”

“Oh. I moved it to my room.” She spits quickly and rinses her mouth as Aubrey gives her an amused smile. “I mean, uh-- well-- an old friend was coming back, and her room used to be yours, but she stayed in the room next to yours, and I just never got to moving it back...”

“Dani, if you wanted me to move in with you, all you had to do is ask.” Aubrey says with a laugh, and Dani’s cheeks burn bright.

“No, no, I didn’t-- Aubrey I didn’t-- I mean, if you wanna share a room, but it’s not moving in together technically--” Dani hides her face in Aubrey’s neck, and her girlfriend laughs. Aubrey’s lips press against her temple, coaxing her out of her hiding place so that she can kiss all over her face; nose, cheeks, jaw, lips.

“Hell yeah! I’m, like, really into you, Dani, so I’m like, down with staying with you.”

“Aubrey, you’re-- you're so amazing, oh my god.” She laughs. “I’m so in love with you, oh my god.”

It’s Aubrey’s turn to blush, and Dani’s eyes widen a bit in panic before Aubrey kisses her again. “I’m in love with you too, Dani. Like, so much. I had no idea what I was gonna do if I didn’t get to come home to you and Mama and them.”

“Well it’s a good thing you didn’t need to worry too much, then. We all knew you’d come back.”

“We knew even if you had to kill your old man you’d come back.” Mama’s voice startles them both, and they jump apart like teenagers, blushing and stuttering. Mama just has a fond smile on her lips. “Now, I’d appreciate being able to use the bathroom. You two can continue the smoochin’ in your room.”

“Right, we’re still in the- the bathroom. Sorry Mama.”

“Sorry Mama.”

“Good night, girls.” Mama steps aside to let them past, giving them both big hugs before the door closes. Dani pulls Aubrey down the hall to their room, a smile on her face, and it’s finally calm.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dani’s phone dings, and she smiles when she sees The-Lady-Flame on her discord screen. Aubrey’s started to type away on her phone, curled up in Dani’s lap while a Disney movie plays. Dani decides to risk her theory being wrong, even though she knows it’s not, while typing her reply.

The-Lady-Flame: Sorry I’ve been gone a while. Long story but I’m good now. How’s the girlfriend?

Vamp-2-amp: I dunno, Aubrey, how are you?

Aubrey’s eyes flick up to her a few seconds later, and their eyes lock.

“...Vamp?”

“Hey, Sparks.”

“...Holy shit.”

- BONUS END -

“I can’t believe you two didn’t notice you were talking to each other about each other!”

“You shut your mouth Duck Newton, it ain’t their fault." Mama slaps the back of Duck’s head with a grin.

“I at least get to use the fact that I’m a dumb lesbian, I don’t know what Aubrey’s excuse is.” Dani says. She’s sat in Aubrey’s lap after dinner one night, just relaxing. The whole gang had gotten together for Aubrey’s birthday, and it’s a happy affair. She’d even had a phone conversation with her father that wasn’t too terrible.

“I got nothin’ I was just too dumb to see it.” Aubrey laughs.

"Well, I’m just glad you two got over it. Those first few months were just painful rotten, seeing you try an’ act like you don’t like each other.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just like you act like you don’t like Mr. Stern at the county offices.” Dani says, rolling her eyes, and Barclay blushes.

They keep bickering playfully amongst themselves, eating the sweets Barclay made for them, until there’s a knock on the front door. Mama goes to answer it, confused, and comes back a minute later with Ned Chicane. Ned smiles sheepishly when the chatter goes silent, all eyes falling on him. He holds a balloon and a small wrapped box.

“Aubrey? Can we talk? Alone?”

Dani looks down at Aubrey, who looks up at her. She squeezes her girlfriend’s hand, nodding. She knows how much it hurt for Ned to give her up, and even if she’s still mad at him, Dani knows it would be better for Aubrey if she listened to him and accepted his apology. Aubrey nods, sliding Dani off of her lap, and they disappear out back for a long-needed talk.

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