#how'd my boring life get so adventurous?

[squirting-sub]

Just remembered how my dom told me to take my pants off in the car on our way home from a party. I'm in the passenger seat, my legs spread, her hand between my thighs, fingering me AND THE POLICE PASSES US. It was dark, so they couldn't see the passenger seat, but my dom made eye contact with them as they were passing. We both broke out into laughter seeing them pass us. The potential trouble that woman gets me into...

[blackjackkent]

OK, not letting anything else distract me, dammit, we're finally going on this walk with Davrin!

It's a beautiful day in Arlathan Forest, with Assan swooping around up and down the ruins with excited squawks.

"I've been thinking," Davrin says as they start walking. "Lancit and Remi used special food to train the griffons. Said it was the fastest way to start a bond."

"Right," Helena says agreeably. "The... what'd you call it? 'Turlum'?"

(A/N: I love how conversationally Bryony Corrigan landed this line. :D )

"That's it." Davrin nods. "And gingerwort truffles were the griffons' favorite treats. They grow around ruins. We're going to teach Assan how to find some."

OK, this sounds like fun. Helena is very much a city girl so truffle hunting is definitely not her area of expertise, but I think she's thrilled to be having a little break from wild magic shenanigans. XD

More pretty wolf statues.

More Assan being cute. My frame rate continues to chug in this area.

We get some expository banters about Davrin as we ramble along here:

Helena: "How did you end up with the Grey Wardens?" Davrin: "Grew up in a Dalish clan. I'd hear all these stories about things that happened thousands of years ago." Helena: "The Dalish do love their history." Davrin: "Except I wanted to *make* history. Didn't fit in. Got bored. So I went looking for adventure." Helena: "How'd that go over with your clan?" Davrin: "Poorly. They felt like I rejected them." Helena: "Did you?" Davrin: "Yeah, I suppose. Clan life wasn't for me. I had to get away." Helena: "So then what happened? You're out in the world, looking for adventure..." Davrin: "Got my ass kicked. Went broke. I couldn't go crawling back to my clan a failure. Doubt they'd take me back. It forced me to figure out what I was good at. Always had a knack for hunting."

I think in a way this conversation makes Helena realize how lucky she's been in some ways. She doesn't hang out very much with her adoptive family anymore, preferring her second adoptive family in the Shadow Dragons, but she's never really been alone, at least not that she can remember. She's always been in amongst a big crowd - first with the other orphans the Mercar family took in, and then among the Dragons and their neverending missions. Davrin, by contrast, seems to have spent quite a bit of his life trying to figure out who he is entirely on his own; she's not sure she'd have managed so well in his place.

This appears to be a full-on exploratory area, not a cutscene instance, as there are shortcuts I can unlock, another Evanuris statue puzzle, and this very tempting-looking chest that I'll have to come back for later because I couldn't figure out how to get to it:

Also this waterfall Assan stopped at, which is fucking gorgeous:

I want to live here. (Minus the exploding owls.)

Eventually Davrin gets tired of Assan just wandering around and scaring the local nug population ("What are you doing? That's not a truffle, that's a nug! You'll get fleas!") and enlists Helena to look for the truffles with him instead, a task Helena does not exactly take to with alacrity.

"Ow. That was a thorn."

"Nug dropping. Yuck."

"Nope. This is harder than it looks."

At this point, thankfully, Assan starts squawking excitedly, and it turns out he was right on top of it all along.

"It's fleas, isn't it?" Davrin says wearily. "What'd I tell you?"

But Helena shakes her head, squinting at the mushroom clamped in the griffon's beak. "Actually... I think it's a truffle."

Davrin blinks. "Huh."

Helena grins at him. "Maybe the *nugs* like truffles. Could Assan know that if you follow them you might find truffles?"

Davrin tilts his head skeptically. "Are you really that smart, boy?"

"Seems pretty clever to me," Helena says, reaching out to scratch Assan under the chin. He purrs at the touch, ruffling his wings.

Davrin sighs. "If only you'd be clever enough to listen."

Helena lounges back on her heels, looking at him sideways with a slightly more sincere smile. "Well, you're still getting to know each other. Remember - 'turlum'." She moves her fingers up Assan's neck to scratch behind one ear. "Remi was probably right. Remember how she said he needed a lighter touch?"

Davrin is quiet a long moment before he answers. "If I go soft on him, the world will chew him up," he finally says in a low voice.

Helena isn't really sure what to say to that. He could, after all, very well be right, under the circumstances. At last she just stands up and claps him gently on the shoulder. "Let's give you both a chance, and see if he can find any more of these."

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More banter as we resume the truffle hunt:

Helena: "So how did you go from 'hunter' to 'slayer of monsters'? Davrin: "Uncle Eldrin. An old elf I knew growing up. When I was a kid, I'd hunt just about anything. Rabbits, deer, fox. Eldrin gave that purpose. Taught me the Way of Three Trees - the Way of the Arrow, Way of the Bow, Way of the Wood." Helena: "That sounds noble." Davrin: "Eldrin taught me to hunt the unnatural so the natural can thrive. Be a force for good. Besides, it was either that or starve. Monsters paid good coin." Helena: "But why become a Grey Warden? If you were making money on your own.." Davrin: "I didn't leave my clan to get rich. Had to prove it was all worth something. I needed a cause." Helena: "There must be easier causes than fighting darkspawn all your life." Davrin: "Darkness is a sparring partner. The greater the shadow you confront, the stronger you are for winning." Helena: "Till you meet one you can't beat."

Interesting. I tend to assume that it's not, like, common knowledge in the world that becoming a Grey Warden involves drinking darkspawn blood and consuming the taint and eventually going mad with it. Helena has definitely heard stories about how hard a role it is and the sacrifices involved, but she doesn't really know what Davrin has given up to become one.

That said... she definitely feels like up until about a month ago, darkspawn weren't really that much of a problem, at least not compared to the much more immediate and mundane evils that she has spent her life battling. So I think there's a part of her that feels like Davrin made a miserable choice for no reason.

This does, however, all open up the rather fascinating possibility (probably not shown and maybe not even intended in-game) that Davrin is straight up lying. My assumption up to this point had been that he got caught hunting down the wrong monster, contracted the blight, and got put through the joining to save his life - and that could still very well be the case if we assume that he just doesn't want to tell Helena that for any of a number of valid reasons.

To be clear - I don't really think this is the case or what the writer's were going for. But I do find it interesting that it could be a completely valid interpretation given the information we have on hand at present.

----

Some more running and squawking and another gorgeous set of ruins later, and we find some more nugs!

(Side note - there doesn't seem to be any lore (at least that I could find) on what the collective noun for a group of nugs would be. I am choosing to lift the term from pigs in our world and declare this 'a sounder of nugs.')

"I'll be damned. Follow the nugs," Davrin says, crouching down with Helena to watch Assan dig through the upturned mud.

Helena grins. "Like I said, he's a clever one."

Davrin hums thoughtfully and nudges Assan gently in the shoulder. "Might make a tracker out of you yet. Hungry?"

Assan squawks, nudging cautiously at one of the mushrooms. Davrin sighs. "What? It's gingerwort! Eat it!"

Helena clicks her tongue gently. "Remember... light touch..."

Davrin blinks, then says awkwardly, "I mean... mmm... it's dessert fit for a prince."

Assan squawks happily and gulps down two of the mushrooms in one bite.

Davrin smiles a little, almost in spite of himself. "See?"

"He'll be fine," Helena says gently. "He just has a strong spirit. Let him grow into it."

Davrin's smile fades, and he shakes his head. "May not have time for that," he mutters. "With Lancit and Remi gone, if something happens to me, he'll have to stand on his own."

Helena watches him steadily. He's a grim fellow at times, Davrin - not much given to jokes and always acutely aware of the weight of his responsibilities, a far cry from the gallows humor she's used to in the Dragons. "So don't let anything happen to you," she finally says quietly.

He shrugs. "I'm a Grey Warden. Death's around every corner."

A pause, and then his lip twitches again. "Not that I don't enjoy punching it squarely in the face."

Helena laughs. "Two or three times, just to be sure!"

"Mmhmm," Davrin says. He huffs out a soft laugh through his nose, but the smile fades again just as quick as it came. "But you can't beat back death forever..." He lets out a long breath, then nudges Assan gently back from the mushroom pile. "Okay, boy, that's enough for one day."

Helena pulls an exaggerated face of dismay at him. "But he's having fun!"

Davrin raises an eyebrow at her. "He overeats, and you'll find out how fun griffon puke is."

Helena winces, standing up rapidly. "Assan, you heard him. Let's go."

Assan squawks and leaps upward at once, disappearing into the bright blue sky above them.

[myownwell]

Overheard in a Tavern

Hi, I'm Susan the Paladin.

Nice to meet you, Susan the Paladin, I'm Jim.

Just Jim?

Well, that's what I go by, but I suppose you want to know my trade. I'm a warlock.

Oh, how'd you get into that?

It's a long story.

Sounds about right. Well I'll settle for you telling me what kind of being you signed a pact with.

A devil.

Ah, a classic. What'd you sign your pact for? Power? Fame? Romance?

To keep my soul out of heaven, actually.

Wait, really?

Well, see, I'm a messenger by trade, really. This one job was to retrieve some kind of celestial relic or artifact or what have you from the party of adventurers who had retrieved it and then deliver it to one of those heaven-types. Angel, deva, something like that.

I thought you weren't going to tell me your story?

I never said I wouldn't tell, just that it was long. You kept asking, so I figured I'd keep tellin.

Fair enough, I apologize. Please continue.

Thank you kindly. Well, on my way to meet the deva, I came across someone who pretty clearly needed that relic more than heaven did. After all, they got what, anything you could want? Seems a shame to hide away all that helpful stuff where nobody can use it when so many folk are sufferin down here. So I gave it away. I figured that's what those heaven-types are always preachin for anyhow. Mercy, compassion, selflessness, etc. I thought heaven would be grateful, to be honest.

But not so much, I assume.

No, not so much. They apparently like to keep track of those shiny baubles pretty close, seein as a wayward soul is just as likely to get their hands on it than a righteous one, or so their theory goes. They were spittin mad, but well, they couldn't outright punish me, either. Turns out that what I did was pretty in line with the higher ups up there, but everyone was still fairly vexed about the ordeal. The closest they could come was collecting my soul to take to heaven, condemning me to an eternity of contentment. I wasn't into it, so I ran. Turns out, hiding from heaven isn't so easy, them havin all sorts of near-omniscient powers.

So you hired a devil?

Just so. Got the attention of one of those Lords of Hell or whatever, and told 'em that if they protected me from heaven's gaze and kept me alive until I died of natural causes, they could take my soul to hell instead. Most of those pacts are pretty complicated, you know. All lawyer-like, with lots of fine print and post scripts and ambiguous clauses, but since getting to hell eventually is already what I'm after, mine is real simple.

Wait, can we back up? Why don't you want to go to heaven?

Gods, can you just imagine how boring it must be? Just sittin up there, bein happy all the time, nothing really changin. Don't get me wrong, sounds like a great place to visit, time to time, just ain't where I want to set up an eternal abode.

Interesting, I suppose. And you think a devil, even a Lord of Hell can properly protect you?

Well, I reckon I have two advantages here. First, there's just one ol' heaven, last I heard, but there are nine hells. And they got all sorts of stuff to fight with, seein as how it's sort of their whole deal.

And what's the second reason?

Well, they're motivated. See, if they fail to keep up their end of the bargain, not only do they lose out on a preemo soul, but they lose it to heaven of all places. Can you imagine how much status this Lord will lose if they let heaven have me? And me bein unwilling?

I guess I could see how that'd be embarrassing.

Embarrassing, ha. Humiliating is too easy-goin a word for it. Bottom line, this Lord'll do everything they can. I figure heaven'll give up easy since they don't even really want me.

So then, you're choosing the hells.

Well, way I figure it, the hells're a lot of things, but they certainly ain't boring.

But what about all the torture? Eternal pain?

Huh, ain't you figured it out yet? Life is pain. That's what makes it interesting.

I'd say I need to think about that more, but I really don't.

Suit yourself.

[golbrocklovely]

the ghost with the most // sam golbach

A/N: first fic of my 13 nights of halloween ! i highkey love this story haha this and the one i wrote for colby with the same-ish concept were so easy to write. thank god bc i still have so much writing to do. but hopefully you enjoy this one. this one is also gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy. let me know what you think :)

prompt: the ghost hunter that lives in your house doesn't believe in ghosts. guess it's time to show him what you're made of || ghost!reader x sam golbach

trigger warning: cursing, ghost hijinks, mostly fluff

word count: 1311

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This house was yours. It had been yours for years, decades even. But you never grew older.

You died a long time ago. You weren't sure how or when, but you knew you were dead.

And every couple years, a new family would move into your house. At first you hated it, but now... you've grown to enjoy your time annoying and scaring the new house folks.

This year, the family that moved in wasn't really a family at all. It was a group of guys, all in their early 20s. You watched from the shadows as they all picked out their rooms, some fighting over the master (which was yours so like... why were they fighting in the first place?), and over the next month or so they settled in.

Their choice in decoration was... boring, to say the least. Borderline nonexistent, besides in their own rooms. The one named Colby kept his room pretty dark, dungeon-like. The other two had some very weird styles that you didn't appreciate. And the last one, Sam... his was fine.

You settled on his room to chill in.

Something about his energy was interesting to you. You had overheard them all one night talking about ghosts, about whether or not they existed at all. And Sam was the one that surprised you the most with his response.

"No. They totally don't exist. Even with all the proof we've captured, I'm still unsure."

You didn't quite understand what he meant, but you saw him and Colby leave the house every so often, only to come back and tell the others about their adventures and "investigations".

So they were ghost hunters? And Sam didn't believe? Interesting.

You had nothing else to do with your free time, and since you had plenty of it, you decided to focus your energy on Sam and making him believe.

The first thing you tried was giving him nightmares. That itself was a bit difficult for you, but humans’ minds were a lot more open when they were unconscious. You were able to weasel your way in and make him think of scary, horrible things. Of ghosts chasing after him, of you chasing him around the house.

After a couple nights, you thought you had done the trick. I mean, how many times does someone have to wake up in a cold sweat to realize they are getting a message from the beyond?

But it didn't work. So you moved on to plan b: poltergeist time.

Now, you weren't an evil spirit. Hell, in your old life the worst thing you ever did was get a parking ticket. But you figured if Sam saw things moving around on their own, he would start to believe, or at least sense that something was in his house.

Because at least the others knew that. They would tell him all the time that they could feel something watching them, especially Colby. But Sam always shrugged it off, claiming they were just paranoid.

One day, while Sam was sitting in bed, you decided to knock something over on his desk. Some random little figurine he had. His eyes widened as he heard the noise, he jumped out of bed and looked at his desk. The figurine laid on the floor, still shaking from your motion.

"How'd that fall?" He whispered to himself.

You felt like shouting "Me, bitch!" but figured that was a bit mean. He placed it back on his desk and left his room. You figured maybe was going to go downstairs, tell all of his friends about what just happened. You giddily followed him to the kitchen, only to watch him pull out lunchmeat from the fridge and make a sandwich.

You tried the next day, and the day after that, and still... nothing. It didn't help that his other two roommates had decided to move out, so you waited for there to be a right time to spring into action again. And finally when the time came, you decided to up the ante and move something in front of him and Colby, thinking maybe he would get a clue that what was happening to him was paranormal. While the two of them were in the kitchen, you opened a drawer, slowly. Colby noticed it first. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched the drawer open.

"Dude, look! The drawer's opening on it's own." He gasped.

You smiled as Sam turned towards the drawer, hoping that now it would finally click in his head. But instead he walked up to the drawer, shut it, and went back to talking with Colby. He told him that that drawer always had a problem staying shut and had opened on him before.

Oh, so now we're just lying to each other?!

You finally had one more move in your arsenal. You decided, while he was out, to stack everything in his room in the center of it. His desk, bed, furniture, whatever you could get your hands on, you put in the middle of his room. It took you a long time, and you were proud of your work when you were finally through.

There's no way he's not gonna believe this is paranormal.

You waited impatiently for him to come home. He walked through the front door and trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. You smirked as he rubbed his eyes, ready to take a nice long nap most likely. Then he opened his door, stopping dead in his tracks.

"What the...?"

He studied his room, glancing all over the place for how this could have happened. You leaned against the wall, just waiting to hear him scream or gasp or... something. He yelled for Colby, and he came in a minute later.

"Love what you've done with the place, Sam." Colby stated nonchalantly.

Sam glared. "How the fuck did you do this?"

"Do what? I didn't do this." Colby argued.

"Well, you were the only one home." Sam mentioned.

"I was, yeah. But I've been busy editing. I left two hours ago to get some food." Colby replied.

Sam questioned him, "Then who did this?"

Ghosts! Say it was a ghost! There's no one else that could have done it!

"...Jake." They nodded their heads, rolling their eyes at their ex-roommate.

Are you forreal?! You tried to breathe for a second. You know what? They'll realize it wasn't him when he confesses it wasn't, and they'll have to realize then it was something supernatural.

But that never happened. They didn't question Jake, they just assumed it was him and moved on with their lives. But you... you couldn't.

You followed Sam around the house. Every step he took, you were right behind him. You gave him some privacy when he needed it (you weren't a perv now), but otherwise, you wanted him to feel you. To feel your anger.

Sam and Colby mentioned that they had a new investigation the next day that they had to get ready for. You groaned at their words, following Sam as he left Colby's room to go to his own, and into his bathroom. Once you realized he was only washing his face for bed, you came in.

"I fucking hate you, you know that right? Do you know how annoying it is to prove to someone that I'm real? God, this is the most irritating thing I've had to do, and I've died before! I mean, you go on these trips, catch tons of evidence, and somehow don't believe in ghosts. It's insane to me. Like, what do I have to do, jumpscare you? Do I have to appear in front of you just for you to believe in me?!"

Sam jolted up out of the sink, his face sudsy with his face wash. His eyes locked with yours, and he screamed.

[herstarburststories]

Patching up Dick Grayson would include:

A/N: My obsession with Titans and batboys is back! Asked by @bored-green; hc or imagine with Dick being patched up. So headcanons and sippnets.

Robin!Dick:

He's in his rebellious years

So he would never, ever ask for help

Which equals to this man bleeding out in your living room with a stoic expression

Really looking like someone who just tripped and fell on his butt and not someone with a ENOURMOUS WOUND

Poor new expensive carpet, you'll be missed

You kind freak out, to be honest

And you don't really keep it in

Y/N: Dick, what the happened to your arm!? How did you manage to get shot when you were supposed to be buying pizza?

Dick: I wasn't shot, I was stabbed.

Y/N: Does it matter? Result is the same! You could've died, Grayson.

Dick: But I didn't. Where's the first aid kit?

Dick is speaking all through short breathing and a husky voice

Remember, this idiot has an open wound and he's just arguing with you and walking around the safehouse to get the first aid kit

You internally groan and tells him to sit while you go get it

Reluctantly, with a dramatic sigh, he does as you said

As you walk towards the Rachel's room to pick up the kit (which was there because Kory had to use some band-aids on both Gar and Rachel bc he fell during his training), you try to collect yourself, just play cool and calm

That can be hard since the man you insanely cares about is hurting just a couple steps away from you after he was supposed to get pizza

You know he was Batman's apprentice, he's used to just go on his own and do what he needs to

But now he has you and the other Titans, even if he doesn't call it a team yet

ANYWAY

You just grab the kit and walks back to him, sitting by his side on the couch. Dick remains quiet, only turning his face to meet your gaze and grab the first aid for himself. Yet, you pull the box away, not even cogitating leaving him alone.

"I got this," he says, and you know he's right. Dick had the training and the experience. Most things in life require both: someone with the muscles and someone with the brains, the theologist and the dumbfounded courageous adventurer. Still, you don't want Grayson to go through this alone, not again. Not now that you're here. ''Y/N, I got this."

"Shut up, Grayson," you huff but doesn't dare to lift your eyes to meet his, he doesn't need to know how much you worry, right? You open the box and grabs the antiseptic. "Either you like it or not, we're a team. You, me, Kory, Rachel, and Gar. And you could've died tonight. How'd we keep going without you, huh? How'd I keep going without you?"

Your heart is in woe through the whole conversation, the whole situation. This was the first time you'd seen Dick actually demonstrate he was in a little agony. Before that, he used to seem invincible, untouchable. You could've lost him, the realization hits you like a trainwreck. You could've lost him because he's slowly opening up and isn't vulnerable to the point of asking a backup, but he's as fragile as he can get between life and death!

"Y/N, I..." his best apology is wore off by a grunt of ache as you press against the wound to; a cotton laced with antiseptic to make sure it wouldn't get an infection. Dick continues, his words laced with tiny groans: "You don't need to do this.''

You know he isn't talking just about the patching up, but him All the work he is, all the problems that come when someone dares to think about him just so fondly, what happens when he's the object of affection and not just a diverted night.

"I know," you say, staring at him this once. ''But I want to."

His voice is as soft as you'd never heard when he answers a quiet "Thank you."

He doesn't complain for the rest of the night.

Nightwing!Dick:

Alright, this time isn't a surprise

You didn't go on patrol because today was Kory and Dick's day

But Kory doesn't show up and Dick is tripping his way back home

Unlike before, you've now grown used by him hurting

Which you don't like, but it's part of the job

At least you're prepared now

He comes in and starts hunting the first aid kit

Dick hates to worry you, so he doesn't want you to see how bad the stupid wound looks, it doesn't even hurt that much!

Even though it's still hard for you to see him in any kind of harm, you'd rather do something to help him instead of sitting back

Therefore, you just sleight your hand and nod at the chair

Y/N: Just sit.Dick: You don't need to--

Y/N: Grayson, just sit down.

Cue Dick, injuried Dick Grayson, sitting down and giving you a smirk because this conversation is a lot like the one you guys had in the bedroom just earlier

He likes to work up a little before patrols!

Y/N: Don't make that face.

Dick: What face?

Y/N: That face. The mischievous one.

Dick: I don't have a mischievous face!

He does

You simply reach the first aid kit and walk towards him

"Where's Kory?" you asked, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning in to examine the wound. Apparently, the bullet grazed his neck, near the artery, which explained that semi pool of blood. And if Dick's controlled voice was any sign, it didn't hurt that much. Not more than he was used to, at least. You just needed to stop the bleeding and make sure he wouldn't move much for a day or two.

Keeping him quiet in bed for a day would be the hardest part.

"Still patrolling. She forced me to come earlier because of this." Dick rolled his eyes, pointing at his throat.

"She was right," you said, internally thanking Kory as you grabbed a towel and pressed against the wound. "Who?"

"We don't know who, but it was a woman. Kory's after her.'' Grayson answered and you looked for some bandage materials in the box. He added, "You don't need to do this."

Your answer was the same as always, "I want to."

"Y/N, I can..." He tried again, not thrilled about making you more worried or giving you more work. Yet, Dick kinda hoped you'd brush his best sense off and stay. He always wanted you to stay.

"I know you can." You insisted, starting to place the bandage over the wound. Dick let our a howl and you pecked his lips, "Sorry.''

"It's okay." He gulped, a little anesthetized, his arms around your waits by then.

"At least you didn't get shot getting pizza again." You joked, trying to lift up the mood while you concentrated. "Did you forget the tip or something?

"I was stabbed getting pizza," Grayson corrected you with a grin. Even though he couldn't look at you because of the position, he couldn't help but to thank you. "And you did a good job fixing me up."

You pulled away as your job was done and put the first aid kit on the table.

Cue a playful wink as Dick gets up and you put the kit back on it's place

"I'm gonna start asking for money to do this.'' you joked, glancing at your boyfriend as he approached you.

Dick arched his eyebrows with a smirk, "I can think about a way to pay you.''

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[callixspod]

give me YOUR stanarrator headcanons now you cheesy bitch /silly

OKAY. BET TWINKIE. ✋

Imma give you some FUCKING HEADCANONS alright.

my STANARRATOR hcs!!!! :))))))

so Stanley has a last name! (in my hc) and his full name is Stanley Pindutan Villaveras. (Pindutan in Tagalog has two meanings! it's either 'pressing' or 'buttons' lmao)

And with that we HAVE Stanley Villaveras and Nathaniel 'Hudsons' Villaveras. hehe.

Nathan doesn't eat cos he dislikes it but whenever Stanley's in the kitchen cooking for himself he wants to help him out so that he feels less guilty about his unfavored appetite. (nice!)

Stanley is good at handling with children! (because his broke ass was DIVORCED.) so with Linney (the adventure line child) and Stanley getting along well, Nate was suprised by this sort of skill that he never really noticed before since...ever!

Stanley would talk about his past life when he starts regaining a bit of his memories, while Nate sits there and listen, with an ache in his heart that he should be out there in the real world, and not here.

They're married for 10 years. How'd they got engaged? Stanley noticed on Nate's left hand that his ring finger was missing one. So, Stanley used his old wedding ring to fill the gap. turns out that kinda made some mishaps and a discussion to be handled but now here they are! happily wed!! yippee!!

they still fight! occasionally! they like to bicker over nothing and that they find this routine very entertaining. after that whole fighting shenanigans Stanley would go: [so do you want some coffee?] "sure honey. oh, with cream please <3"

....

Stanley loves his Eldritch ink wife 🥺 and Nathan loves his boring looking husband <3

Stanley is a heavy sleeper so whenever he just dukes out and goes to sleep somewhere in the parable, Nathan would get a blanket and plomp themselves next to Stan, and just stare at him. it's beginning to become a hobby now.

I think the first time they had an intimate hug Nathan thought that feeling was 'good' or 'different'. it was all positive, and she doesn't know how to feel about it but he'd like to have that hug again. (which is why the cuddle a lot now)

from bickering married couple to a teasing husband, Stanley fits that title pretty well. Though his dark humor does need some work...

Nathan laughs at Stanley's jokes, no matter how lame or unfunny they were.

Nathan would go up behind Stanley and whisper in his ear with some sUgGesStIvE flirting as a little payback for teasing him.

They always fight to the littlest things and they go NOWHERE. but at least their pride is still intact, somehow.

Nathan would give Stanley the silent treatment but it often ends quickly. The longest time that Stanley had to survive Nate's stubborness was 20 minutes.

Stanley mentioning that he had a few exes back in his youth which made Nathan perplexed but he was just jealous dw

Since Stanley exercises Nathan would hover over to Stanley doing pushups and he swiftfully sits at Stanley's bare back, with a book or a script in her hands.

both of them are pretty familiar with tango dancing so to pass the time instead of worrying Abt the endings, they go to the starry dome and dance there. corny mfers.

their emojis are 🍂//🌗!!!

OKAY THATS IT YOU GOT YOUR PACKAGE DEAL NOW SCRAM /j /silly

I had fun tryna combine all my hcs into one post I'm sure there's gonna be more but THIS IS ALL! THANK YOUUUU AND GOOD DAY

[signedeclipse]

Hello, I already read the rules, you were right, there were several that I was not complying with and I apologize for that. I would like to request a long fluff tickle oneshot in which Enmu survived mugen train and a demon slayer reader who is her friend so in one of her encounters she confesses that she has never laughed in her life. so Enmu decides to tickle her for a while just to hear her laugh.

In this world, it's just us [Enmu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Fluff

Recommended Song - As It Was by Harry Styles

You were lucky that he just so happened to visit during your recovery, still healing battle wounds from your last mission. It was boring being bedridden, it made you wonder what it would be like to never worry about such a thing.

"Wow! That sounds amazing, Enmu!" You smiled as the dream demon completed another story from his latest mission.

Enmu shifted in his spot on the end of your bed until he got comfortable, crossing his legs under him to keep from taking up too much room.

"Did you catch any of the fight?" Across from him, you sat with your back against the wall, clutching your pillow with excitement.

Neither of you had even bothered to close the window, so the sheer white curtains swam inwards from the night's warm breeze. When he arrived, he commented on how clear the skies were, and you could see now that the moon cast beams directly into the room, which helped you see him.

Enmu always visited late at night when no one could see him sneak in, and like he was doing now, he would tell you all about his adventures.

"Sadly not, but I'll do my best to ask Akaza what happened when I next see him."

A fake pout formed on your face which made Enmu crack up.

"Okay, okay! I'll leave it up to you to remember."

The conversation was much less dialogue-heavy than usual, but neither of you brought it up or seemed to care about that matter. It was likely that you were just tired, but Enmu was purposefully trying to savour the moment more than usual.

As confident as he was in his plans, the battle was a close call, and Enmu almost doubted he'd be able to visit you again.

"Is something wrong?" As Enmu fell into his thoughts, you couldn't help but get worried at the saddened look on his face. He perked up the moment you called out to him and grinned.

"I should be asking that to you! Let's find a cure to all that worry!"

The demon's arms leaped forwards, quickly grabbing onto you and pulling you towards where he sat. Before there was much time to react and question, his fingers were already dancing along your sides.

And like a pipe bursting from pressure, your laughs came pouring out. It was like liquid gold, and both you and Enmu seemed to notice how unfamiliar the noise was.

"Enmu!" You managed to back away for a moment, happy about the breathing techniques you had learnt that kept you suffocating, "How'd you do that!"

"Do what?" His fangs peeked from behind his lips from the sheer strength of his smile, finding it hard to hide his white lie.

"I've never laughed before."

You still let out the occasional giggle between words, even though his attack had temporarily stopped. It took Enmu a good second to register what you meant- but not long after to make a pact with himself.

"Then I'll ensure you never forget what it feels like~!" His hands found your sides again, forcing your laughs to fall out all over again.

Tomorrow, Enmu would be sent on another job by Muzan, and you would be fully recovered to resume fighting demons again.

But tonight, just for tonight, you weren't enemies.

You were two friends experiencing life together, joking, and laughing.

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Author Note -  Thank you for re-sending and being so cautious! its okay honestly, things happen <3 I hope you enjoy and please take care of yourself!!!

Image Credit - Niza on pixiv

Word Count - 627

[marvelfangirllll]

Not quite the French Mistake

Supernatural X reader

I am (y/n) fan of the series supernatural.  I didn't get the chance to watch it as soon as it came out but I did get into it at a fair time to be able to watch the ending of it.  I like to say I'm a pretty big fan but chances are there's always someone else.  I've never had the chance to go to a con.  I also have just enough merchandise to keep me happy but I'll definitely get more when I'm not broke.  I have always had trouble with my universe and it's reality.  I've always craved to go into one of my Fandom world's, this was even before I got into supernatural.  If I had got to go to any of their worlds supernatural would definitely have to be it.

I decide then desire to play online to see if there could be any spells on the internet to help me with my dream but of course they all are dream based and then there was the one spell from the supernatural episode the French mistake.  Which of course I can't perform as I can't exactly get the ingredients unnoticed but I also definitely didn't have an angel.  I then go to the bathroom sometime after midnight but earlier then the sun coming up and decide "why not" and preform my own little spell.  I then draw the sigil from the French mistake using some shampoo and then shut the bathroom light off and grab a candle the closest one being battery operated and play Carry on my Wayward son by Kansas on my phone just loud enough for me to hear and not wake anyone sleeping.

While doing that, that's when I felt dizzy and suddenly fainted.  I had woke up in a place familiar to my memories but not in person.  That's when I looked around and walked around to realize I was in the men of letters bunker.  "Holy shit was my whole life a lie and I'm really an actor for supernatural" I say to myself.  I look around and see no cameras or anything movie related.  Am I actually am in supernatural?  I notice I'm at the top of the stair and decide to walk down them only to trip on my own feet and tumble down.  "Son of a bitch" I say not realizing I yelled.  "Dean are you okay" in came a moose or am I having a concussion.  He pulls me up and into a seat. "Are you okay" he asks and grabs an ice pack.  "Yeah I think so" I say.  "Good now WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" His voice booms as he holds a knife to my throat.  "I was messing around and got here I didn't know it was possible" I squeak. "You have full permission to cut my arm and holy water me to prove I'm not a monster". He then moves the blade and I'm fine but since slightly "I don't need your permission" he then splashes holy water on my face. "How did you know that though? Are you a hunter" he says putting his stiff away. "Something like that". I say cleaning up the wound with the stuff he gave me. That's when Dean walks in from the front door. "Well hello sweetheart" Dean says. "Always the charmer" I say. "How'd you know that" Sam says. Luckily I didn't have to answer as Cas popped in. "Who's this" he says with his iconic head tilt. "Well as none of you know me I'm (Y/N" I say with my fist out to fist bump. Cas flinches back. "Don't try to hit me" he says. "I apologize if I offended you I'm just not the handshake type and pretty sure you won't be okay if I hug you as I don't know you" I say.

"Hey (Y/N) what did you you mean when you said you were messing around and didn't know it was possible to get here" Sam says. "Wait so you didn't invite her, she just appeared? Dean says eating his pie at the table next to everyone standing.

"Balls, well I'm not from around here" I scratch the back of my head nervous. "Well then we can take you home" Dean pipes in. "No you can't, and just maybe....maybe I don't want to go home" I say quote with the last part. "All I got to say is two simple things for you to understand" I pinch myself to make sure that I am surely not dreaming. "Yeah and what's that" the Winchesters said at the same time. "Here goes nothing but Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles" I let out. "Your from the alternative world" they said in union. "Chances are with Balthazar's help you could send me back but I don't like living in a world so boring I long for magic and monsters and adventure in my life". I quickly stop rambling "plus I know almost everything about hunting and research and your lives not to be creepy. I've never actually hunted but I can help just don't send me back, at least let me have some time here before you try to force me back" I continue on. They look at eachother and go to talk amongst themselves. A few moments later they come back. "Welcome to Team Free Will (Y/n)" they say.

[the-prowler-official]

Hey Prowler, how'd you even end up working for kingpin?

"At it's core, It was by accident. Way back when, I was testing out my new tech one night. i miscalculated and ended up crashing into Fisk tower, right into his office to be exact. He was obviously not too pleased with having part of his fancy building getting wrecked, but overall he was impressed with my inventions and combat skills..."

"Old Fisk offered me a job that paid more than any job out there, and simply participating in boxing matches every so often where I got paid $60-$100 for winning had gotten boring and insufficient after a while. His offer promised excitement and adventure, and a chance to use skills I never got the chance to use when I was younger, skills that could have gotten me and my brother out of the dumpster fire of a home and school we had to live in and attend..."

"And the idea of a multiverse, infinite worlds where things could be completely diffrent? What if there was a world where I lead a successful and happy life? With a family? I had to see, I wanted to know..."

"How could I refuse?"

[shuaberriez]

you're absolutely right! txt really pulled off the rock genre so well! 😭 ooh guitar buddies!! 👀 i also recently got back into piano! but i can't read sheet music anymore so i just listen by ear now :( hbu! do you play other instruments too? hm book recs? 🤔 ig it depends on the genre you prefer, but one of my fave books would be the miracles of the namiya general store! what kind of books do you like to read o: - secret carat 🎁

which kingdom perfs have u watched! (and was there one among those that left an impression?) when you love someone is def one of my fave day6 songs 😭 but omg it's so hard to choose faves - maybe 'walk' and 'time of your life' as well! do u like to watch kdramas? and if so, do u have any faves! 👀 i would def rec my name but yeah as u mentioned it is very violent shiogeksl damn icb cheol rly got replaced like that 😭 LOL the power soonyoung holds - secret carat 🎁

which kingdom perfs have u watched! (and was there one among those that left an impression?) when you love someone is def one of my fave day6 songs 😭 but omg it's so hard to choose faves - maybe 'walk' and 'time of your life' as well! do u like to watch kdramas? and if so, do u have any faves! 👀 i would def rec my name but yeah as u mentioned it is very violent shiogeksl damn icb cheol rly got replaced like that 😭 LOL the power soonyoung holds - secret carat 🎁

ahh ur absolutely right about 247! it does give off kdrama vibes! aww oh noooo ;-; anything based off second life is bound to be very heavy angst 😩 a roadtrip! that sounds so exciting! i hope you two have a good time :D aww stupid covid ruining everything :< hopefully you're able to go to japan and korea soon too! 🥺 hislges i play mostly story-rich adventure games on steam (i just love a good plot) but i've been playing genshin and animal crossing a lot LOL hbu! do you play any games o: - sc🎁

AYOOO INFJ 👋 that's so cool 😭 LMAO DRAMATIC AND EMOTIONAL IM HISGJELK boo seungkwan is a mood sometimes fr since it's christmas now! i'm assuming you've done your secret santa with your cousins? 👀 how'd it go! and what did you get o: we normally just go to an aunt + uncle's house and the extended family members just gather for some food and conversation 😅 OH! how i wish it would be warm here too but alas winter rly said sike 😭 - secret carat 🎁

HIIIIII it's very very nice to meet you teehee <3 and sorry for taking so long to reply omg </3 i was going to yesterday but then the inside seventeen thing came out and i ended up going insane w my giffing and slept at 3am </3333

ooh!!! fair enough </3 i played piano for around ten years and then i stopped wjejhejwn i don't really remember sheet music that much tbh </3 what songs have you been playing :o i play the trumpet (band kid </3), bass, electric guitar, ukulele, and the recorder!! OOOHHH!!! i don't think i've ever heard of that series :o what's it about and what's your favourite genre :o i generally read fantasy or slice of life! i haven't gotten back into fiction in a while and have been reading collations of essays bc i'm boring and quirky like that <3

i don't really remember but i watched wolfgang, and a couple of the collab performances! i also watched skz's first performance on it. i don't think any really stood out tbh :sob: but that may be bc i wasn't paying a lot of attention to them wwjkjme and didn't rewatch? what about you? OOHHH TIME OF YOUR LIFE IS SO GOOD OMG!! i do!! i'm currently watching (mostly crying) through The King's Affection - it's very very good ^^. but my faves would be:

1. hotel del luna

2. strong woman do bong soon

3. start up

4. it's okay to not be okay

5. weightlifting fairy

what about you??

yeah :sob: my dad had watched it and i asked him if it was any good but he was like it's really violent so idk if you'd like it, so i didn't end up watching it. it's the power of drunk hoshi tbh </3

i don't normally read angst but it was so well written so i was just Sad for like a week hwejwenenkje we probably can't go anymore bc the covid situation is getting really bad rn </3 maybe next year. thank you!! i hope you're able to visit your family!! OOOO!!!!!!! that's inch resting!! i like story based games too^^ i don't game much wheujwehjewn i only really play mario kart :sob: but i did play the sims for a bit </3 OOO GENSHIN AND ANIMAL CROSSING!!!!! i've heard of both but only attempted to play one hwjhewnjwe

it went well!! some of my cousins that weren't gonna come, ended up coming so it ended up playing out well <3 i got an album!! OOOO!!! yeah that's what we generally do to but everyone comes to our house lol wjdds did you get anything for christmas :o it's like. 40 degrees :sob: you don't want it to be warm </3

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

This is horribly vague, but... Can you tell us more about your fantasy AU? I just can't get enough. Like, so you told us about the sides' histories, and we know how Thomas got Patton, but how'd he come across the others? Why did Logan, out of all possible Revives, choose Thomas as his second ever? And how'd Virgil end up with the dark Revive who cursed him? How exactly does Virgil know Deceit? Can Legatees be functioning members of society (jobs etc) if their Revive is powerful enough? Thx/sry

Hahahahaha, i’m so glad you all like it :D

Creativity and Inspiration *rubs hands together*: This will be fun~

put it under read more, it got long once again XD

Well, i’m not completely certain about how Thomas came across the others yet.

the vague ideas i have at the moment is that Thomas and Patton found Roman second, Logan third and Virgil last, (well Remy as well but like i said he just comes and goes as he pleases).

How Thomas found Roman i’m thinking about it either being that he found the dagger abandoned in a ruined fort when he and Patton seeked shelter from the weather, or in a city, at a group of knights and Paladins training square.

I’m a bit more sure in my idea on how Thomas found Logan. Like i’ve said before Logan is very powerful in magic, wich makes revives want to find him and bond with him to get the power, Logan ignores everyone or sends magic after them. one group of thugs meets Thomas and since he has bonded with not only one but TWO holy ones the leader decides to make Thomas get the book for them, Roman is not happy, Patton is conflicted, because he wants to help, but this doesn’t feel right, but they don’t really have a choice in the matter.A Legatee can if they choose see into a Revive’s feelings, like see if they’re a good person or not and stuff like that. And Thomas reminds Logan of his own Revive in personality, so he actually let’s Thomas come closer than anyone else has in years. (on how they get out of this picke i haven’t decide on yet)

I haven’t decided on how they find Virgil yet, but i know that Roman will be very against Thomas wearing the ring. so instead of having Virgil on his finger Thomas carries him like a necklace fastened to a leather string, doesn’t keep Virgil from bonding with him tho XD, but it kept his curse from affecting Thomas. Logan is impartial about it but he is also not entierly sure how he “feels” about Thomas having a cursed Legatee on his person. Patton just wants what’s best for all of them.

When Virgil was a Holy one he was powerful and powerhungry people seek power, his original Revive (not sure who they will be yet) wasn’t very adventurous, but the two of them now and again went on small trips to neighbouring towns. the Dark Revive that ended up cursing Virgil wanted his powers and took it, tearing the bond between Virgil and his Revive in half. (they killed them) ((It is very painful to have a deep bond torn like that)) Deceit was one of the Dark Revive’s Legatees and he was very intruged by Virgil’s powers and managed to have Virgil do his bidding until the Dark Revive grew bored of Virgil’s power and “threw” him away. Reason to why Virgil HATES Deceit.

On the job question it depends mostly on what their Revive does for a living (and power).Like Roman often fought alongside his previous Revives in battle.Logan helped his Revive with spells and stuff like thatPatton mostly helped with everything he could to make his Revive’s life easier.(do they have kids? you bet he’s gonna be the babysitter.)

If they’re like Remy tho, then they can do a lot of things. Mostly they just do what they feel fit with the power/magic they have, like if someone is good with fire they might seek work at a blacksmith’s place or start one on thier own. If they’re good at strategies they might try and help rulers and sush. Or they do like Remy and just stroll around like stray cats, content just the way they are. 

[crosscity]

So Neil, how'd you and Tessa meet? Whats the story there?

Oh, boy… where do I begin?

Haha, just kidding, I know exactly where to begin! So, my family’s pretty boring if I’m being honest. Our claim to fame is a laundromat (to be fair, the clothes get, like, super clean) in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere (another note (there are going to be a lot of these (notes within notes)): there is a real town named Bumfuck in Auros, but that’s not actually where the laundromat is (my family lived in a town called Qlatocalypso (it sounds cool, but it’s really lackluster (i.e. the most interesting thing in Qlatocalypso was the Blankenship (yes, that’s actually what we called our actual laundromat))). As a boy, my mind would often wander to more exciting things, and I ended up falling in love with cryptids and other strange phenomena (I’m just now realizing why most sightings happen in Bumfuck, Nowhere (again, not the actual town of Bumfuck (just places that are devoid of any entertainment))). In the town of Qlatocalypso (if you’re keeping track of the notes, that’s where my family lived), there were about three thousand people. That probably sounds common to folks like you (breaking the Fourth Wall here), but in the year 1300 that’s a weird place to live. Most of the world’s population lived to huge cities (like Cross City (I mention Cross City because I know how mentioning it tickles you, readers)) that could efficiently support an explosive human population (I know androids exist, but there are like over 10 billion humans to their less than a million androids (fuck you, humans (aliens are cool, though))). Qlatocalypso was strange, but not in the way I found fascinating (I did gain an interest in the logistics of sustainability later in life, hence the previous notes). My family’s home was at the edge of town by the woods, so I took to exploring them in search of the creatures I read about online (all right, finally getting to the fun part).

At 14 (just kidding, more exposition from me (Neil)), I had a legion of twenty drones (being bored also turned my interest to engineering (did my desire to find Bigfoot fuel that hobby (who knows (i do (the answer is yes))))) to monitor the forest beyond my backyard. My base of operations (also in the forest) was a treehouse where I could monitor my drones and survey the area. I always got excited when I thought I found something like Mothman or the Secret of Iorguruthos (ba dum tss), but it was always either a log (read as: 95% of the time) or other kids messing with me (assholes). But one day, one of my drones caught something bounding through the trees: a broad-shouldered monster leaping forth on lithe limbs ending in wicked claws, eyes burning like hot coals and fur whose darkness betrayed the sunlight filtered through autumn leaves (so, not a log or some kid (I mean, I guess she was a kid at the time (it’s Tessa, so spoilers, I guess))). I had my other drones converge on this creature’s location and follow it as best they could, while I hopped out of my base of operations to pursue on my bike, keeping in contact with my drones through my glasses. I heard a gunshot up ahead (not uncommon in places like this), so I pedaled faster (no, you idiot, don’t go toward the guns), worried that one of the townspeople had shot my target.

Standing in a clearing was the beast (and the beauty), the corpse of some tentacled creature wriggling in a pool of black goop (eww), and one of the town’s recent arrivals: Thunderbolt Bishop (yeah, that’s his real name (I asked (like, more than once, too))). The beast turned into a girl who had started going to my school: Tessa Bishop. Even without being a monster, she looked like she could beat the shit out of me. The man had peppery, long hair and a scraggly beard. He wore a clean longcoat like some city-slicker, but the camo underneath and his build made him look like some kind of grizzled soldier (I mean, he was a soldier at one point, but he also looked like one). Also, he had a revolver (old school (the revolver will come into play in the future)). My drones came closer and circled the area, recording. Thunderbolt started shooting my drones out of the sky (this is where the revolver comes into play).

I was like, dude stop!

He was like, shoot shoot shoot, oh what the fuck, who’s this kid?

I was like, get out of here drones! Also hi, I’m Neil, and what the fuck is going on here?

He was like, delete that footage, son.

I was like, hold on, can we talk? I saw the monster and I wanted to meet it.

He was like, are you stupid?

Tessa was like, I’m going to kick your ass, dude.

I was like, I’ll delete the footage, I just wanted to talk!

Anyway, yeah, that’s how we met. It wasn’t exactly the best first impression. Actually, I’d say it was a pretty bad one because I showed how stupid I could be (really stupid (you chased a monster and went toward the sound of gunfire, dumbo)). Thunderbolt didn’t want to kill me, so I escaped with my life and eventually wriggled my way into their inner circle. Also, I married Tessa (my wife), if that wasn’t obvious by this point. We had all sorts of wacky (life-threatening, harrowing, terrifying, ball-smashing, etc.) psionic adventures, but those are stories for another day (laaame).