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Looking through the robotboy tag, I once had a robotboy toy figure with me back in 2016 until I lost it somehow and now it's gone.
#chewys notes#robotboy#like mannn#omfg#also btw#i found it at the flea market and screamed when i saw him there#crazy shit ive ever seen
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[LOVECRAFT] - my character approaches yours with an artifact that they claim holds unspeakable power.
The flea-market was set up on a supermarkts parkinglot and bathed in the already much too warm sunlight that was still shy of the heat to come, but already promised that the afternoon would be spend with shut windows in darkned rooms with the heat past the darkned windows sneaking over broiling asphalt like an carnivore ready to jump on one as soon as one would step outside. The steps on the warmed up asphalt and the buzzing of different voices talking, discussing, laughing, yelling mied together in a orchestra that washed over Senritsus ears loudly. Still she walked humming contently through the rows of set up tables and blankets on the aspalt to look through the offered items. Still she hooked her wlbow with Chris' and sat down with him on a low wall to drink uncomfortabl warmed up icetea when they made a small break from looking around. Still she curiously walked from table to table, trying on old hats, eyeing old pearlnecklaces and even if Chris had wanderd off to another row, listening to his curious and attentive heartbeat like to an favorite song, already looking forward to later hear him with his deep, warm voice explain what he had found.
Curious the young woman looked up, her dark eyes that looked in the stark light very bright, almost like steel scanned along the row of tables for Chris broad back. She found him five tables away, leaning over somethign red and wooden. A acoustic guitar with red varnish making the wood look like skinned flesh.
A icecold hand grabbed for her throat and pressed, pressed, pressed.
Senritsu was so fast on the other side of the row she swore she heard herself break through the soundbarrier and beneath that she heard her bones scream in pure utter agony. Still she was fast enough. Still her small hand closed as hard as a iron vice around Chris wrist, keeping him from touching the guitar. Her small hand on the mans stomach she gently stepped back, pushing him a step away from the instrument while smiling gently: "Love, I think I saw a much prettier guitarr over there." Senritsus voice was nothing but a sweet singsang as she lead Chris away- she was limping a little and the echo of her once broken bones was very loud and made her grimace quietly. "I am sorry," she said eventually as soon as they were out of reach, her short fingers wandered down and closed arund the mans bigger hand, tapping a slow calming melody against his comfortably warm skin. Moments passed by in the tact of their breaths, the sunlight was a warm caress along their napes and shoulders and it was far from beeing a cold morning. "That thing had a Aura." the woman said slowly, her head tIlted to the side as always when she was listening attentive. But she was not listening to Chris, but after the guitar and the air gently, so gently strokign along the strings. Of course the instrument had an aura- it was obviously handmade and therefor the care and passion of the artist had floaded into it during the process of crafting it. That was normal, that was very normal for artpieces and anything that was handmade. But his aura was not one of art or pride or care, but this aura was not from a artist giving a part of themself to their art, but this was not Nen born from a living person. The wisp of a memory ran down Senritsus neck like an icecold finger and she automatically lifted a hand, massaging her neck to ease the tension in it that had build up there in the last few seconds. She had felt something familiar before, something just as cold, something just as vicious, something just as icy, the something she had felt just a second before the Sonata of Darkness had crushed her legs, her fingers, her arms, her skull : "And it was not something of a living beeing. That thing is cursed." [ @bewitchingbaker ]
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Meet Cleo, the Crazy Christmas Clown
We can all agree, that clown dolls are creepy.
OK, lets move on.
Several years ago, my kids and I were at a local flea market where vendors sold everything from – well - they just sold everything.
As we passed one vendor, I noticed my son Danny saw something and he side-stepped to his left, then continued on his way. A quick glance at the table, and I knew what spooked him – a wild-haired blond clown, with multi-colored clothes, absent a foot.
I bought it.
Of course, I didn’t tell Danny that I bought it.
Back at his mom’s house, while Danny was distracted elsewhere, I placed the clown on his bed, head on pillow, turned his gaze toward the door. Next time Danny entered his bedroom, he was greeted by the crazy clown that followed him home.
The clown has been in his room ever since.
Why?
Well, we’ll get back to that.
This was not my first encounter with a scary clown doll.
When I was married to Arlene we had a harlequin doll (not sure why, or how we acquired it, but we had one). At times, I would move it around the house, so it would pop up in odd and unexpected places. The last one I remember was in our upstairs bathroom, with the clown on the toilet (seat down) and a cassette player (yes, I said cassette player) plugged into the light-switch. When Arlene went into the bathroom and flipped the switch, the cassette player blasted, “GET OUT!” in a loud, guttural voice.
And yet, with all that, our marriage didn’t survive.
Arlene has two great-nieces, or whatever they are called when your niece has kids (I could never get that stuff straight).
Last Christmas, as Arlene and the one great-niece played (running around the halls) Arlene went into Danny’s room, and when she emerged she held the clown out in front of her. This scared Arlene’s sister Joanne enough that she fell backward, and the great-niece stopped in her tracks, pointed and screamed, “you’re ugly!”
Whether she screamed at the clown or Arlene is up for debate.
This past Christmas Day, Arlene once again had a family party, and her two great-nieces would once again be in attendance. To avoid a repeat of last year’s fright, Cleo was taken out of Danny’s room, and hidden in plane sight somewhere in the living room.
Later that evening, well after dinner and more than a few drinks, the story of the previous Christmas clown encounter was told.
“Where is she now?” I asked.
I was told she was in this very living room. After a quick scan, I found her, nestled next to a festive dressed Christmas Bear.
Someone asked, “Why don’t you just get rid of it?”
Let me set a picture about the room. Besides the few older adults, the living room was filled with late twenty-early-thirty somethings.
After the question “Why don’t you just get rid of it?” someone went to grab the clown doll and a collective chorus of “NO!” filled the room.
Apparently, the general feeling in this group was that if you were to get rid of the doll, destroy it, the evil will transfer to the person that killed the clown.
Did I mention that more than a few drinks had been consumed?
Thoughts on what to do with the clown got tossed around the room.
“Burn it!”
“Bury it in a block of cement!”
“Drown it in the pool!”
Fortunate for Cleo, cooler heads prevailed, and she was able to survive the potential Christmas Day massacre.
Today, Cleo is safely back in Danny’s room.
How she got back in Danny’s room is anybody’s guess since no one was willing to move her.
Maybe she just got homesick and walked back to the room by herself.
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Hello! I saw that your request is open. Can I request for some hcs for the brothers with a very giving mc, but when they try to do something nice for them they get defensive/guilty like "who are you why are you nice to me I'M the nice one here, don't do nice things for me I feel bad?!?" And tries not to burden them in any way. Thank you! I love the way you write uwu
Thank you for the request! Also, I hope people will let others do nice things for them without thinking they don't deserve it or something. You are worth being treated well!!!😤 I also had a hard time naming this request...
Brothers react to MC not accepting returned favors
cw: guilt tripping(?)
Lucifer
Lucifer was enjoying a date with MC after completing a sizable portion of his work early thanks to them lending a hand. They were dining at the Ristorante Six when he noticed MC scanning the menu very intensely
The grimace the MC did every so often raises some concerns for him. When the MC says that they want to order a small soup of the day, Lucifer looks at them with a raised brow
He could have sworn MC would be famished after having their lunch stolen from them by Beelzebub around noon. MC could not have possibly have had the time to eat a snack, what with all the paperwork and organizing they did for him after classes to try to lighten his workload
When Lucifer asked if that would be enough, MC's stomach let out a mighty roar in response. Lucifer was now suspicious that MC was holding back for some reason so he decides to order the food for the both of them. He signals for a waiter and makes sure to order MC's soup of the day as well as a dish or two he believes would be to their taste
When MC starts to protest about not wanting to be a burden and have him pay a fortune, Lucifer waves off the concerns and assures them they needn't worry about that. Besides, he wants nothing more than for MC to enjoy themselves after helping him earlier
"I don't want to burden you and make you pay for my meal. I am always happy to help but I don't want you to feel obligated to do something in return."
Lucifer is taken aback before he sighs and gives MC a serious and pointed look. "I am a demon that takes pride in my ability to deal out suitable punishments and rewards as I see fit. It will do you well not to question my generosity"
Mammon
Mammon felt like he was in debt to MC for helping him study and pass his latest exam. He could not afford to fail his fourth semester in a row without Lucifer finding out and skinning him alive! He doesn’t normally feel the need to do anything to actually pay people back, but he felt like he really owed MC for this one
When Mammon and MC were visiting the flea market to find some cool trinkets that can probably be resold for a profit on Akuzon, he noticed the MC’s gaze lingering on a small golden ring with intricate engravings. He makes a bit of a show of paying for the ring before losing some of his bravado and shoving his hand in the MC’s face and demanding they take it
MC looks a bit confused before thinking it was something that Mammon thought would resell well and tried to put it in the basket they carried to hold the rest of their haul
“No, ya got it all wrong. I got it for ya to- ya know- thank ya for helpin’ me the other day. I woulda been a goner without you...or something” he mumbles while trying not to look directly at them
“That’s funny and all but what’s the catch? I’m pretty sure you don’t normally give away things or do anything without expecting anything in return”
Although MC does not appear to mean any harm from the comment, it kind of stung a little for Mammon. They can’t seem to grasp that they were special and he WANTED to give them things.
Mammon becomes a bit more sullen about the ordeal and may not give anything directly to the MC from then on. He will opt instead to leave little trinkets in their room or claim he found some trash he needed to get rid of (even though it would clearly be something of value). He does not really know how to show his thanks in any other way so he is kind of stuck in a cycle of trying to backhandedly show his gratitude without his motives being questioned
Satan
Satan’s room was an absolute mess, more so than usual, when MC was kind enough to lend a hand in helping him organize his massive collection of books into something a little less chaotic
He found an ancient tome full of old runes and herbal medicines that he thought he saw MC flipping through while taking a quick break from organizing his things, and assumed it would be a nice token of his gratitude. It was inlaid with gold leaf and the engraved relief on the cover was done with a clearly skilled hand, making the old book really stand out
“Please, take this tome as payment for your time. I would have lost my mind, surely, if you did not help me in my time of need, like you did”
MC’s eyes widened with surprise before seeming to nod and say they would return the book to him later, after they take down some notes for their next hex exam. When he clarifies that he wishes for them to keep the book, MC looked taken aback
“I couldn’t possibly take one of your books! I don’t expect anything for helping you out and you shouldn’t feel the need to pay me back for something I was more than willing to do anyway. It is kind of weird for you to want to give away your books like this when you closely monitor anybody else that takes them”
Satan’s eyebrow twitches just the slightest and he has to keep his smile in place to try to not alarm MC when his irritation spikes slightly. They don’t seem to understand that him thanking them with a gift versus him guarding his collection from Mammon are two different things entirely
He leans a bit into the MC’s space with his smile still plastered on and looks them dead in the eyes. “Do you mean to tell me that the tome is not to your liking?” MC kind of feels forced to take the book and thanks Satan before making a hasty retreat to their own room. Satan takes the newfound space to clear his mind and start thinking of other ways that he can possibly approach the matter in the future without pressuring MC into accepting his generosity
Asmodeus
Asmo’s life and reputation was saved when MC responded to his emergency text asking for a very specific shirt to be brought to his photoshoot. One of the assistant demons did NOT get the memo when he said that he was more of a skull-scream peach kind of guy then a wailing-melon toned guy and the outfit assembly was not doing his beautiful complexion any favors
When Asmo got out from his shoot, he felt like he absolutely had to repay MC for going out of the way for him. He went straight to Majolish and picked out a new outfit for them that he was sure they would look absolutely fantastic in and then hurried home to wrap it up nicely
Asmo presents the gift with flourish before asking for the MC to open it so he can watch their reaction. Asmo was not disappointed by the stunned look on their face and the silent ‘o’ their mouth made, but got a little put out when they said they could not possibly accept it. Didn’t they like it? Surely he did not pick something that wasn’t to their taste
“I can’t accept this, Asmo, it is way too sweet and generous of a gift! I had to go in the direction of your shoot today anyway so it wasn’t a burden to drop off your shirt. Please don’t reward me for something like that!”
Asmo has met a variety of demons and people over the millenia and can tell that there was something about the gift itself that was making them uncomfortable. He still is firm with them and insists that if he spent the grimm on them, they should take the gift, but starts thinking of other ways to maybe show his thanks in the future
Do words of praise and gratitude make them squirm? How about physical affection? Would a kiss count as a thanks they are willing to accept? He sure hopes so but he wants to show he appreciates them and will try to show it in any way possible until they accept it
Beelzebub
Beelzebub was starving! More so than usual and that is not a pretty sight. He was at RAD during one of the classes when he noticed that his snack bag had mysteriously gone missing when he tried to reach in to pull out a protein bar. His stomach loudly protested and he was starting to eye up some of his classmates as if they were on the menu. MC saved the day when they came rushing in with the aforementioned missing snack bag, that they found in the hallway
Beel was able to happily munch away for the rest of the lesson and it seemed like the whole class let out a collective sigh of relief. Beel was very grateful for the MC taking the time to deliver him his snack bag and decided to treat them to Hell’s Kitchen after school
MC agreed to go willingly and ordered their food while Beel asked for well over half the menu. After they ate, Beel reached for the tab but found slight resistance when he finally looked at the bill and saw MC’s hand was also on it. When Beel stated that it was his treat for them saving him early, he was met with some pushback
“Please do not feel like you have to pay for me. Giving you the snack bag was for everybody’s benefit, so it actually came from a place of selfishness, really. I do not deserve you paying for me.”
Beel’s heart pinged a little at that. Did MC mean he was so close to losing control that they only helped him out of pity? Out of fear? He knew he was a big and his hunger knew no end, but it kind of hurt to be seen as a threat that needed to be controlled with readymade snack bags like that
Beel kind of shakes it off quickly enough and starts to think that maybe they just didn’t like the meal as much as him and was trying to spare him from paying for something they didn’t really want. He takes the time to watch MC over the next few days to see if there are other foods that they may like better. That was the problem, right? Maybe something from Madam Screams was more their style? How about that crepes stand in the park that was super delicious?
Belphegor
Belphegor was not having a great day. For one, he was awake and for two, he was tasked with doing laundry for HoL this week and he was super behind on his assigned chore. If Asmo pestered him one more time about properly separating out the colors and Lucifer lectured him about how to properly fold fitted sheets, he may just have to be imprisoned in the attic again. Luckily for him, MC took some time out of their schedule to help him finish quicker
Belphie was thankful enough that he figured he could allow them to nap with him as an award. Do not mind the fact that MC always takes naps with him but this time can be a little bit special. He nicked a projector from RAD the following day and set it up in the attic so that it would project constellations on the walls and ceilings. He also made a really comfortable pillow fort for them to share. This took a lot of work on Belphie’s part so it was a privilege for MC to join him
When the MC finally arrived at the attic after Bephie texted them to meet him up there, they were not expecting the space to be turned into such a nice and cozy room. Belphie explained that it was as a thank you for the help the other day after they kept just standing in the doorway. He then demanded they came and laid down with him
“You didn’t have to put all this work into making this space for me! It was just folding laundry. It wasn’t that big of a deal, I promise”
Belphie turns his back on them and kind of pouts into his pillow. If they don’t appreciate him sacrificing sleep to make them happy and feel appreciated, then who cares. He can nap just fine by himself and he is hard press to prove the point
After the MC stands there for a little bit and then finally decides to join him in the pillow fort, Belphie ignores them for a bit. Neither of them move from their spots until Belphie sighs and rolls over to use their chest as a pillow. If all this work really was for nothing, he might as well enjoy his well-earned nap better with a warm body pillow
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I gave up on proof reading this part way so I hope it is okie dokie
-Leo
#OBEY ME#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#Obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me brothers#obey me mc#obey me requests#obey me request#shall we date mammon#shall we date belphegor#shall we date lucifer#shall we date satan#shall we date mc#shall we date asmodeus#shall we date beelzebub#cw guilt tripping
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hi umm i love your work! could you do a jj x daughter reader where readers is like 16/17 and she's so scared that her mom might not come home one day :( thank you! & take ur time :)))
“I’ll Always Need you” (JJ x daughter!reader)
warnings- angsty? mentions of death and gun violence
kind of short, hope you enjoy!!!
xxTobin
The analog clock on the eastern wall of the Jareau household ticked agonizingly slow, mocking you as time went on. It was teasing you, the seconds, minutes, and hours passing by without hesitation, when you felt as though your own world had stopped long ago.
The rest of the household was silent, Henry being put to bed long ago, Will only going to sleep a couple of hours ago.
"She's okay-"
"Okay?! You call being shot in the shoulder okay?" Your voice was a high screech and Will moved to shut Henry's door, ushering you to the living room as he shook his head. Your mother had been deployed on a rather long case, one of the longest yet. For almost two weeks it had just been him, you, and Henry. His exhaustion was evident on his face illuminated only by the lamp on the end table. It was a gift from Penelope, something she had found at a flea market. The base of the lamp was flower petals, roses, because she knew they were your others favorite. JJ loved it, claiming the spot on the couch beside it as her 'reading spot'. How often had you curled up next to her, placing your head in her lap as she read to you softly? Even as you grew older, sixteen years of life molding you into a young woman- one that should've been too old to sit on their mother's lap- she did so without resistance because what if the day came that you no longer wanted her to hold you?
If she had ever voiced that thought to you, you would've thought it absurd. Would a day ever come that you didn't need her? That you didn't need your mother? Impossible, you thought instantly, because you needed your mother, you always would. You needed someone to wake you up in the morning, shaking your shoulder gently as their lips came down to touch gently upon your forehead. You needed someone who had a strange ability to know where everything you inevitably lost is (she had an unbelievable knack for knowing where you left things). You needed someone to tell you about their day, tell you things that made them think of you, tell you that they missed you, tell you that they loved you more- even if you thought it impossible. You needed someone who cooked spaghetti with a hilariously poor Italian accent, just because they knew it made you laugh. You needed someone to scream at the refs during soccer games and eventually get thrown out, just because they were on your side that badly.
And when your mother was away, you had Will, and he would gladly do all of those things, but you didn't want him to. You wanted your mother to, and what if one day, she wasn't here to do them? What if, one day, she were to go away on a case, and never come back?
That thought was intensified by the news of your mother's injury, and it consumed your body in a mass panic.
"She's fine, I promise. She's not even gonna be home until real late tonight- heck, might even be early morning- just go to bed-" He was trying, really, he was. The pleading look on his face, the hand on your arm, the understanding smile- because he understood. Truly, he did. He understood what it was like to worry about JJ. Jennifer Jareau, a woman who would always choose to be a hero, something that both attracted him to her and terrified him simultaneously. But, the sixteen year old before him shouldn't have to worry like he did.
You scoffed. Later, you would feel badly about how dismissive you were being but, then again, you had been this way all week. Crabby, moody, and agitated, all because your mother wasn't here with you. How childish, you thought, but truthfully, you didn't care.
"I'm not going to bed, I'm waiting for her." And when you said that, your face screwed into one of determination, persistence, and straight up stubbornness, Will saw just how much you took after your mother. He saw it often enough. He saw her in you whenever you ate breakfast. You had a nasty habit of inhaling your food as soon as it was set in front of you- he could swear that if he entered the Jareau women into a competitive food eating contest the two of you would win. He saw her in you when you played soccer, that look of competitiveness, that god awful smirk and that smug look you got when you won. He saw it when you plated with Henry at the park, the protectiveness, the tight hold on his hand, that look in your eyes that made him think you might never let go. And to see it now made him know that he wasn't going to win this fight.
With a sigh, he had lowered his head in defeat, squeezing your shoulder and wishing you a goodnight.
And now the seconds were tantalizingly slow as you sat in your mother's reading spot, the cushions just a little bit colder without her there.
The sound of the key turning in the lock jarred you from your thought filled stupor, your sock clad feet on the ground in seconds.
JJ was hobbling through the doorway, her bags hanging on one shoulder causing her entire body to droop to one side. If it had been any other circumstance you might've teased her for it, maybe you would have made a reference to Hunchback of Notre Dame, or Igor, or anything else that would have made her laugh, but your eyes were glued onto the bandages wrapped around her free arm.
Her blue orbs traced the source of the light. It wasn't abnormal for it to be on when she came home. You had an unspoken tradition to leave her lamp light on when she was gone, a way to keep her with you she she wasn't there, but you standing before it was new, especially at 4:30 A.M. on a school night.
She would've yelled. She was just about to, actually. She was about to hiss some motherly threat, some kind of 'go to bed' order that, when demanded correctly, had you listening instantly. But she didn't. She didn't do that because the look on your face, pale and ashen, had morphed into one of relief whenever you saw her.
She dropped her bags onto the floor, opening her arms and allowing you to run into them. She let out a small grunt when your body collided with hers, and you lessened your hold slightly, afraid you might've hurt her. That is, until she squeezed you harder, her hand coming to cup your head. Your nose buried into her shoulder, and you felt childish all over again.
"You waited up for me?" She didn't sound mad. She wasn't. She was worried. Worried for you.
Guilt washed over you in waves and you just burrowed yourself farther into her. "You're hurt." Was all you said, and she nodded.
The only light int he house was that rose petal ridden lamp. "I'm okay."
Oh, how long she could've held you in her arms. She thought back to those days. The nights of just you and her, the endless sleepovers, the never-ending tea parties, the countless games of hide-and-seek. How had you grown up on her?
The whispered reassurance made you frown, pulling away. You fell back onto the couch, arms hooking around your knees, and she fell back with you, tossing an arm around you.
"What if you weren't? What if you had died?" It was barely a whisper, weak and broken. You rested you rhino onto your nee, staring into your mother's eyes so long as she let you. The fears wouldn't subside, wouldn't stop crashing over you with a stupendous amount of strength, burying you in them, controlling your thoughts, feelings, actions.
Now, JJ was frowning. "I didn't."
"But what if you did? You go on these cases every week, and you get shot at." You winced when you said shot, eyes landing on the bandaged arm. JJ folded it into herself, pursing her lips. She wished you weren't in pain, she wished you weren't so scared because this fear wasn't something for you it was something for her. Your fears were about her, and it was about something she couldn't control. And it would have been so much better if she was able to control it, if it were a monster or a bad guy, because she hunted those for a living. But this wasn't a tangible thing. This was a feeling, and she couldn't fight feelings. "You promised you would stay safe." Your voice cracked, lip trembling.
And what was JJ to say? She had. She had promised you, just like she did on every case before that. She promised she would try, but didn't she? Hadn't she tried? That counted for something. Looking at your face now, the tear tracks fresh as they ran down your cheeks, she supposed it didn't count for anything. That it wasn't enough. That nothing would ever be enough.
"You're gonna die one day." You spoke again, and this time it wasn't a tone of sadness, or fear. It was a statement. "You're gonna die one day, and then what am I gonna do without you?"
It sounded selfish, and whiny, and petulant, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was her. All that mattered was the nights you had spent in her bed, waiting out a terrible storm, counting the lightning strikes until you fell asleep, her hand in yours. All that mattered was your pleas for her to not let go when you learned to ride a bike, that fear of falling consuming you until you had heard whooping and hollering and turned to find her yards away, that proud smile on her face that you could swear was the brightest thing in the world. All that mattered was career days, dressing up like her, your collared shirts ironed and crisp, and when the teachers asked if you wanted to be a media liaison you didn't bat an eye as you responded that you didn't care what you were, as long as you were like your mom. All that mattered was a strong woman, the strongest you thought you would ever find, and her vulnerability, because unlike what you thought when you were younger, she wasn't immortal.
JJ's breath hitched, bringing her hand out to wipe a freshly fallen tear. Her hand was warm, and you leant into the touch. "I'm not dying for a long, long time. And, by then, you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me anymore."
"I'll always need you." You responded immediately.
JJ shook her head, a sniffle escaping her own nose. She shook her head, giving a watery smile. "You'll always want me. But you won't need me." She corrected softly, palm coming to rest against your cheek.
You thought about that for a moment, still not entirely sure if it was true, but becoming far too tired to argue. You were going to regret staying up this late in a couple of hours. But, for now you focused on your mother. Her smile, her touch, her warmth, and you sighed.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
You smiled tiredly. "I love you most."
The blonde chuckled, leaning her head against your knee. "Not possible."
Kinda short, but I tried lmao. To all who sent requests, I will get to them, just give me a second! I start classes again tomorrow so I might be a bit preoccupied:)
#jennifer jareau x reader#Jennifer Jareau x daughter! reader#Jennifer Jareau#criminal minds x reader#Criminal Minds
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Hello, here's a prompt request :)
Hanji and Levi as the main characters in the last show you watched/book you read/game you played.
Thank youu
Hange as Alexandra Trese and Levi as a bystander just coz
Fun fact about the warehouse scene in Trese: The comic book was way bloodier.
(I can't write graphic stuff though so I'd say this drabble is pretty mild haha)
A whole train of people just went missing. Then soon after, a whole squatter’s area was found empty.
It was only natural that Kuchel, his mother, would tell him to stay home that day, and for as long as they could.
Food though was getting scarce and the pantry was empty. His mother was ailing and the flea market by the pier was only a good five minute jeep ride from home anyway so Levi thought it worth the trip. He would be out just long enough to buy a week’s worth of food, then they could stay at home, he could care for his mother just until the danger subsided.
Danger he couldn’t even comprehend. What was there to comprehend other than people going missing? Other than bloodstains left behind. According to the reports at least.
When he exited the house, he allowed himself a good long minute to stare up at the sky. It was a few hours before noon, the sky was still a kind type of bright, the type that didn’t burn at first glance but it was still bright enough to remind him, there would be little to no chance of encountering danger.
He walked ahead, past other houses. He called for a jeep. Within minutes, just as estimated, he was in the flea market.
There was nothing much his mother could eat, given her failing health. By the time he had gone through the first stalls though, he had almost given up on seafood.
The sun was a little higher up in the sky. Humid, crowded Manila left him sweaty, stinky and just raring to get back home and back to the comforts of his air conditioned bedroom. His own duty remained a stronger source of motivation. He navigated through the crowds, willing himself to bite his tongue, cover his nose through the stench of the sun, the heat and the humidity that only made it all the worse. He willed himself to stare left then right, at the fishes, the clams priced at hundreds of pesos a kilo.
He stopped in front of one, notably cheaper than the rest.
“Two hundred pesos a kilo, fresh from Manila bay.”
Was anything even fresh in Manila bay? Some of them could have passed up as fresh anyway. Levi had developed an eye for it over time. He could tell from the eyes, the lack of bleeding that maybe they weren’t fresh.
“This one please.” Yet somehow, the person next to him had gone for the one with the fakest eyes, the almost rancid smell.
You got a spoiled one. He would have been nice enough to warn the person beside him. Before he knew it, she was gone, and before Levi could even recover, look back at the lady by the seafood stall, he started to see the stranger of a while ago as a little more than slightly strange.
“Excuse me, do you know her? She’s missing fifty pesos.”
The stranger was audacious, irritating.
Levi bolted after her. “Hey you forgot to fucking pay!” It turned out, it was easy to find her, she was the only one wearing particularly thick clothing, particularly black clothing in a sea of people.
She was easy to find, but she was moving faster, much faster than Levi could catch her. He had tripped up a few times, bumped into a few people, he spared a few apologies. Although he was sure it had taken less than a few seconds to exchange necessary pleasantries, he had lost her.
The other side of the flea market opened up to empty space, surprisingly empty space but an abandoned warehouse at the center. One he wouldn’t have dared to even visit. If he hadn’t noticed the way the door had slammed. A split second movement but enough to peak his interest.
The crash of crates. Almost unrecognizable voices. Screams? A few seconds ago, maybe he had intended to enter to the front door. He had some regard for his own life so he opted out of it.
Still, he was just a little interested. He ran towards the end of the warehouse, a smaller window towards the end had him tempted. He pressed his back on the wall and looked behind him, his vision wide enough to notice the person clad in black, the same brunette from the flea market.
Fish in hand, knife in the other? Alone in a room full of burly men, some of them looked more like creatures than men. Surprisingly, the brunette seemed unfazed.
Then everything happened quickly, she pounced on one of the men, knife in hand, a knife that hovered towards his face for a split second. Then it fell quickly, blood splattered
Levi could only guess where it went in that moment, but he was more than sure he had guessed correctly. That split second moment after all, had ended up embedded in his mind. Clear enough to have him instinctively cupping a hand to his mouth, running towards the entrance again.
What the fuck. He was fine with blood, he was sure of that. He’d seen more than enough blood in a lifetime, more than enough medicine having dealt with his mom.
Violence when he didn’t expect it, unnecessary bloodshed, extraction of seemingly completely healthy body parts though made his stomach turn then. He leaned back on the wall and took a deep breath. He had to leave soon. She might come after him too.
He turned on his heel, ready to run. He never did get to bolt, the door slammed behind him, a rude interruption of his own thoughs. Instinctively, he looked back to find the brunette staring right at her palm, and the contents had his stomach turning again.
Did she really do it?
Her eyes were wide, her lips, curled up to a grin, as if the contents in her hand were the most interesting in the world to her.
Maybe they were. Maybe she was a little crazy.
And Levi saw that as more reason to run. Even before he could turn on his heel once again, she had looked up at him, her eyes as fixated as a second ago, except on him.
“Did you see that?” She asked. As quickly as that, her hazel eyes had become a little more sane looking.
“See what?” He asked.
“That.”
“You owe the woman at the stall fifteen pesos,” Levi said, as if digressing would be enough to save his life.
“Oh, really? I do?” And somehow, she seemed a little nicer, a stark contrast from the axe crazy demeanor of a while ago. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll go back and pay now." She paused and turned her back towards him. "You should go back, it’s dangerous here.”
“Is it?” Levi asked. As far as he knew, she was the most dangerous one there.
“Here, you can stick to me,” she said. She pocketed the bloodied contents, she had been studying too eagerly only a minute ago.
“Stick to you? Really?”
She widened her eyes in confusion. “Why?”
As if she didn’t beat up a group of men. As if she didn’t take out a room full of burly, almost inhuman men.
Levi stayed a good distance away, pressing his back against the wall. “Didn't you just gouge someone’s eyes out back in the warehouse?”
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Summary: Hvitserk went through the same thing once. But can he help her get through it too?
Warnings: Mentions of death, drug abuse, angst. (English is not my first language)
Prompt: angst = comforting the character after the death of someone dear to them.
-So this is my little thing for @maggiescarborough 400 follower writing challenge. I wanted to post this sooner but I just got stuck. I hope you still enjoy reading this and that you like it. Also this is my first time writing for Hvitserk. 400 is such a big step and I’m sure you already grew but still I’m really proud of you! I hope you have the best of days 🌼
Hvitserk frowned as he entered the house. Empty again, like all the other times he visited the small hut at the outskirts of Kattegat. It looked like someone broke in and ransacked the whole place. Tables lay on their side, legs broken off. Clothes torn apart on the ground. Books, books the inhabitant loved dearly on any normal day, lay spread across the room. Pages kinked and ripped. No one was there and the hearth in the back looked like it wasn't used all day.
“Oh Y/N”
Y/N was not at her home but Hvitserk knew exactly where to look for her. There where three possible places. A little clearing in the woods filled with small yellow flowers, the offshore piece of land that was hidden from the people of Kattegat or, and he hoped she was not there again, the hut between the stables and the eel fisher. The same hut he himself used to visit in need of his next fix. A dingy and hideous place for such a person as her.
He went to the forest and beach first without any luck of finding the girl he searched for all day. How can she be there again? He only brought her home late at night and it was barely noon on this day. The dark blond haired men went with his fingers through his hair as he stood in front of the door he himself stood so many times. Deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves. Without knocking he went inside and was met with the disgusting smell of vomit, shit and death. Any man would say it was not a pleasant blend of smells.
Lost eyes found his. But none of them were with a shade of light he used to see in his favorite pair. Anywhere he looked he saw old men and younger once. Lying on the floor, snoring away or cowering in the corner. Trying to escape the ghosts. For just the smallest of seconds he thought he saw a burnt figure standing in the back stretching their arm out towards him.
“Snap out of it!”
The inner call to himself brought him back on his search. But after checking almost everywhere he gave up and went back to the entrance. Where could she be? Why wasn't she here?
Then the sound of a woman vomiting on the floor in the west corner, hidden under old fishnets and rotten blankets, made him stop. Sadly the sound was all too familiar to him.
Hvitserk made his way over to the ball of fabric the women hid under. The body shaking and heaving after throwing every little bit of food and water up. Drenching the floor in sick and tears.
Taking in a deep breath Hvitserk bend down to lift up the tattered bundle of cloth.
When he revealed the women he was met with the disoriented eyes from his childhood friend, Y/N. Unfocused, dull and broken. Thats all he could see in her stare.
“Y/N? Come on I'm taking you home.”
With only one word she broke his heart again.
“Mikkel?”
No he wasn't Mikkel. He couldn't be. Everyone in Kattegat knew about the little man that died unfairly and far too soon. Mikkel was Y/N's little brother. The one that made everyone smile. The one that always had a plan or idea to brighten up your day. The one that was good.
12 years and he was just ripped away. The saddest part was that nobody knows how he died.
One day he was found in the woods. Drenched in blood and cold to the touch. Some said he died because of the cold and then animals showed up, others said he was ripped apart by wolfs and then some, the once that were cruel, swore he was murdered and left there to rot.
Who would murder a 12 year old child that never did anything evil?
All these unanswered questions plagued Y/N's mind. Hvitserk could see that day after day. He could relate to that far too well. He also seeked out the bliss of not knowing and swimming in mushroom dreams and mead. But he got out. He had his little brother to help him. To get him out of this pit. And he would be damned if he let you stay in it. She may not have her little brother anymore but she had him.
“Y/N it's me, Hvitserk. Come up we have to get you back. You're freezing and you need something to eat.”
A rare clarity settled in her eyes at his voice. And with that clarity came anger.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone!” It was supposed to be a scream but her voice sounded horse and bitter. Not enough use made it brittle and not enough water made it harsh. She spoke in stuttering sentences. Broken just like her.
“And I told you every time that you will not get rid off me.”
With that he grabbed her arms, pulled her up and swung her over his shoulder. Maybe a little harsh to just take her, but he did this often enough to know that talking to her wouldn't work.
Her failed attempt at punching his back felt like jumps from a flea and her demands to be put down didn't make it out of her mouth. Because after only five minutes of walking like that she threw up again. Lucky for Hvitserk's pants nothing more then water came out.
When he made it back to her little hut he brought her right to her bed. Or more to her pelt covered floor. Y/N was just laying there. Not saying anything and not looking at him. But she was also not trowing up anymore so that was good. Hvitserk used the time that was spend quiet with cleaning her hut and trying to fix her table as best as he could. But after two hours she still said nothing. She wouldn't even look at him. He knew that she was not happy with him, but he was not happy with her either. Though he wouldn't tell her that. He knew she needed time and help. And he would be here and help her. Help her get on her feet again.
“Why are you still here?”
Her voice sounded through the hut but it sounded fake. Not like her own.
“You didn't eat the whole day so I'm staying until you have something else in your stomach then mushrooms and alcohol.”
“I'm not hungry”
“We both know you're lying so just stop it already.” Nothing was said after that for another while.
The sun was close to setting and Hvitserk was getting worried. Y/N didn't move or say anything while he cleaned her room and made some mediocre soup. This couldn't go on any longer. He thought that after a while she would accept his help and get better, but no matter what he did she shut him out even more. Maybe it was not enough. His help. Or maybe it was the wrong way. Waiting for her to come to him.
As he looked at the women who was so dear to him he had enough. He wanted her back. As selfish as that sounded. He wanted to hear her laugh again. See her smile. Having her arms around him. He wanted to stumble upon her on the market and ask her how her day went. Not having to search for her and find her with the other addicts in a dingy hut. He wanted to find out what happened to Mikkel so that he could bring her a little closure. Something that would bring her mind to ease, so she wouldn't have to imagine the worst scenarios about her brother. He just wanted her.
Hvitserk went over to her lying body and saw that she trembled again. Not out of cold, or hunger but out of craving for something else. Small noises came out of her mouth. What is he supposed to do? All his attempts at getting her back on her feet were fruitless. Putting his hand on her shoulder her trembling and sniffles stopped.
“Leave me alone Hvitserk.” She wanted to sound strong. To make him hear how much she didn't want him there, even if it would be a lie, she wanted him gone. But her voice was frail and came out not louder then a mouse's squeak. His eyes grew hard at that. That was enough. He would not sit there longer and look her withering away.
“Stand up.”
Nothing. She didn't move even a little bit.
“I said stand up!” His voice raised to a level far from loving. With a tight grip on her shoulder he turned her around. Glassy and confused eyes met his. She didn't think he would make her stand up. Normally he would leave and hope she would sleep and get better. But not this time.
“UP!” Screaming may not have been the best way but it brought her to her feet. Raising with her shoulders still in his hands he stabilized her, she was far to malnourished and weak to stand on her own. Y/N stood in his arms for the first times in weeks but the look in her eyes showed that she would rather be anywhere else. Anger replaced confusion and her voice found new strength.
“What the hell is your problem? I said to leave me alone! Why can't you just do that?”
“You gave me no choice! Everyday I search for you! Everyday I find you in that hut that slowly kills you! And everyday you send me away, just to get back there! Not this time. I will stay near you and won't let you leave until all these foul things leave your body and your need for them stops.”
“I don't want you here!” Her screaming broke his heart. 'She does. She's just not herself right now'
Hvitserk had to belief that, otherwise he would tear up. And he couldn't. He had to be strong for her.
“You only want me to leave to get back to your mushrooms. But I'm not letting you go. I won't lose you”
“You don't understand. I need them.” Tears were falling from her eyes. Not a care in the world how she looked. She lost the care a long time ago.
“You don't. You just need-”
“YES I do!! I can't bare it. I don't want to! I won't!” Her hands grasped at his shoulder now. Trembling and shaking like leaves on trees. And just like leaves her body was slowly being pulled to the ground. But she held on to him and he held her. “Please....just leave” Her voice was small again. Tired and cracking.
“You have to.” His voice mirrored hers. Quiet and small. He didn't want to scream anymore. He felt her closer then ever. Not just her body but she was there. Her old self showed itself. Just a glimmer. But that was all he needed.
“You have to or otherwise this will never get better. You will loose yourself in this.” For the first time in too long she looked into his eyes. Hearing his words.
“You'll have to feel this. Pain and grief. And everything that comes with it. Fear, anger, panic and all the other ghosts. Otherwise you will never feel love or joy again. You will get through this. And I can help you, if you let me”
Trembling lips, flowing tears and choked gasped where his answer for a while. But he held her eyes with his. He was here and wouldn't go anywhere.
“Mikkel died. He is dead.” She never spoke it aloud. Those words never left her lips and now that they did she broke. Her body falling and sobs escaping her lips. Screaming at the pain that made itself notable after weeks of being extinguished and pushed away. Her brother was gone.
“I don't want to feel this!”
Hvitserk caught her falling figure before she hit the ground. Taking her in his arms. Holding her tight as to squeeze all her parts back together. He caressed her back, hoping it would bring her comfort.
“This is normal. You will survive this. Everyone does. You will come out of this. You are not alone even if you think that right now. I'm here. I will not leave you. You will survive this.”
His words and strokes were met with screams of agony. Clawing at his back as if it was the only thing keeping her together. Grounding her in a way that only he could do in this moment.
Sobbing into his neck. Tears also falling from Hvitserk's eyes but he didn't care. He held her as long as she needed. Slowly after what felt like hours her body slowly shut down. Exhaustion weighing her down. Soft whimpers only left her mouth now but her arms stayed strong holding onto him.
“I'm here. You have me. And you will get through this.”
And she would. With time she would. She nodded her head. Never being more grateful that he didn't leave her. He helped her. The only one she couldn't push away. She wanted to thank him. Crying to him that she wound't know where she would be if it wasn't for him. But she was so tired now. She would tell him. But now she needed sleep.
Hvitserk felt how her body slowly slacked against his form. Pulling her completely into his arms and of the floor he laid her back on her furs. Brushing fallen strands of hair out of her face she looked up at him. Her eyes looked like her own again. Not fully glowing but a sparkle of hope nested itself into the far corners of them. Holding on to his hand she squeezed as much as she could. Her voice still quivered but he heard the honesty in her words.
“Thank you.”
Sending her a smile he only nodded his head. Her eyes closing fast and she was pulled under by sleep. Still clutching his hand.
He sat there beside her for a while just looking at her features. She didn't look pained for the first time. And his small smile grew. After a while he stood up. Reheated the soup on the hearth and waited for her to wake up. She would have to get back her strength.
Y/N would get through this and he would help her every step of the way.
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Hello :3 Could you write a scenario or hc about levi's s/o being pregnant and he doesn't react too well? I mean, it's a world with titans, he already have lost so much people in his life,that it makes me think that he would be scared by the news because now he would have even more to lose, besides the fear of not being a good father
Hi! I started with this one two or three hours ago(?) But here’s the finished product! I tried my best, hope you like it😅
Our Best
Doubts were gone, after a week of feeling somewhat sick, and after noticing that her period was more than late, y/n decided to ask for some help and who was better than Hanji. The four-eyed woman had confirmed y/n thoughts through some analysis, once the results were done, they could confirm it. It was real and it was happening. y/n was pregnant. And it was of course Levi's child. The scientist's reaction had been nothing but bure excitement, as if she had established a fluid conversation with a titan but when she noticed that y/n had pressed the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb she decided to hold her horses.
It was not on her plans, definitely no. Bring a kid to that world? Where titans were roaming the earth and God knows how many other enemies were out there was not the best place to raise a life. And it was sure not on Levi's plans either, but it had happened. y/n didn't know how much time she spent talking with the scientist but it felt like ages. Out of all the things that they spoke, just one line was stuck on her head. 'You have to tell him' Of course, she couldn't hide something like that, eventually, it was going to become obvious.
When the cup of tea was empty, y/n went back to her room while Hanji, giving her an empathic smile, went to finish her experiments. The hallways seemed endless, and each of the walls were screaming at her different possibilities, what the hell was going to happen next? She had no idea, and not knowing was far much worse than know how things were going to be.
Closing the door of her room behind her, she thanked any divine being it was empty, probably Levi was at some meeting with Erwin or training the cadets, whatever he was doing y/n wished it took him time to go back to their room. Crossing her legs, she drifted her eyes to the window. It seemed nice outside, a charming summer day but all of her thoughts didn't let her enjoy it. y/n was trying to think about anything else, but it was impossible, she looked down at her stomach and laid a hand over it. Was it real? Yes, it. y/n thought to herself, but all of her thoughts were erased when she heard the door opening. Damn it, out of all days he had to be there earlier than the usual.
—What is wrong with your face, you look fucking constipated—Levi said while walking to the place he had a pot, grabbing it so he could pour some tea in his cup. She swallowed hard and she stood up. She had to do it.
—Levi, we need to talk—y/n tried to look normal, but it was almost impossible.
—I'm listening—He looked at her for brief seconds after going back to his steps and walk behind his desk. Levi pulled the chair back and sat down looking at some papers, waiting for her—Well?
—I'm pregnant.
There it was. She had said it. No introduction, no previous argument, no planned words, anything. Words had just slipped out of her mouth, there was no need to elaborate that much, is not as if he needed an explanation about had that happened. What was done was done. She stood there if front of his desk, looking at his reaction. y/n feet were stuck to the floor, gravity feeling heavier than ever, and she could even say she was feeling her heart beating against her chest.
Levi didn't look at her, he just set his cup down slowly, processing the words he had just heard. The images of her friend's head at his feet, seeing half of Farlan's body fell to the floor when the titan had eaten him. His squad dying at the forest, all of the other people he saw dying were repeating in his head one by one. Screams, parents that cry when their children die because of titans or looking their bodies under the ruins of a house that was a home. Children that had to survive on their own because their parents couldn't make it after an expedition, or just because they couldn't make it at all, that was their world. He just couldn't think about anything else. Having a child was something risky, he couldn't bear the idea of something happening to y/n and innocent creature. Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
—Please, say something. At least say we're done, or—Before she could finish he interrupted her.
—We are not done, don't be an ass—Levi denied with his head and then stood up.—When did you find out?—he asked, his face as free of expression as always, but on the inside, he had a storm.
—Today, about an hour or so—She went back to the couch and sat down— I fucked up, I know—She laid her elbows on her thigs while holding her head with her hands.
—The fuck you're saying. You didn't make it on your own, we both did—He walked towards her and sat by her side— Tch, this is not the best place to bring a kid.
—I'm more than aware of it, Levi. Trust me—She said, looking at him once he was next to her— I can ask Hanji if she knows something to... You know. To stop this now—At her word, his face gained a strong expression.
—Oi oi, don't you even think about it—Levi's voice was louder than the usual— We can kill those tall-ass beasts, raising a brat shouldn't be that hard.
—Are you... Not losing your head because of this? or angry?—y/n asked furrowing her eyebrows, certainly, she was surprised at his reaction.
—Tch, of course not. It is just... I'm somewhat scared. I know shit about kids, all I know is they need to eat or else they die—y/n couldn't help but laugh a bit, he was being honest and open about his feelings, something that happens once in a blue moon.
—I don't know much either... But maybe we can figure it out along the way—Her eyes were way much more relaxed than before, and she even gave him a small smile.—
—Sure thing, brat. We'll do our best.—He replied, grabbing her hand and squeezing it softly.
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Days went by, and Levi's attitude remained pretty much the same. He was more protective over her, at the point he didn't even let y/n use a stair or carry heavy things, the world outside was fucking dangerous and he couldn't control everything that happens, but he could keep her and his child safe while they were together. And of course, everyone at the SC had known of her pregnancy, it wasn't as if they could keep it as a secret, they would've found out anyway. Levi had told them to keep an eye on her, so her days of doing things on her own were practically over since everyone, even the cadets were looking after her.
Another night when sleeping was not a thing and Levi was wide awake. Nothing in their world was secured, anything could happen at any time, and those thoughts kept him awake almost every night. He looked at the body next to him, y/n shirt was tugged up, and he could see her belly was now starting to show, just a small but noticeable bump. Levi smiled to himself, maybe that future ahead was not going to be that bad, and a sure thing was that he was going to fight even harder to protect both.
The night moved slowly, and when rays of sun started making their entrance through the windows, y/n rolled on her side to hold Levi, but all she could find was an empty bed. Giving in, once she was totally awake she decided to take a shower.
y/n was brushing her wet hair when she heard steps coming in, turning around she found Levi with a paper bag on his hand.
—You're here, I thought you were swallowed by the earth—She joked.
—I wish. Shitty glasses begged me to go with her to the market to buy some things for her damn experiments—Levi huffed and left a short kiss on her lips.— And before I forget, I bought this.
Getting his hand inside the bag, he took out a crochet handmade teddy bear, it was grey with a yellow bow tie around its neck. y/n grabbed it and look at it with softening eyes, Levi had remained pretty reserved about the pregnancy, and even maybe a little distant, obviously because he had no idea what the hell to do other than take care of her, but those acts were the ones that made her know that he was deeply involved. For a man like Levi, buying a teddy bear was something that no one could see coming.
—It looked flea and infection-free. It was also quite clean and decent, the old lady said she did it last night, so I thought I could buy it—He shrugged his shoulders— For when the brat comes out.
—Did Captain Levi Ackerman just bought a teddy bear?—y/n asked him with a playful smile, walking towards him.
—Tch, shut up—He looked away, feeling one of her hands on his waist.
—It is the cutest bear I've seen—She gave him a soft kiss on his lips— I'm sure this kid will love it, and will never let it go—letting out a laugh, she sat the bear on the couch, going back to him afterward and she caressed his cheek— You're still worried, aren't you.
—How not to be in this shitty world—Levi said with his usual voice— I wouldn't know what to do if something happens to you. Both of you.
—We'll do our best to keep this baby safe, Levi. And you will be a great father, I can tell that—Smiling at him again, she noticed how his expression was softening just a bit.
—I trust you—After saying that, he was the one that kissed her.
Both of them were well aware of the constant dangers, but if there were people who could raise their children, how could they not do it? They were strong, persistent, good-hearted, and the kind of people who would give their lives for the ones they care about. Levi and y/n were going to do their best to give their child a good life despite the horrors they might face in the future. Together they could face everything.
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I genuinely believe Rocco didn’t come from much, just like Gary. & it’s never a competition between who’s had it harder in life, cause we all got our own shit, but I don’t think his life was all rainbows and glitter you know? Just don’t get that vibe from him
Maybe he’s lived in a mobile home park and his mom can never hold a job since she’s a hot head & can’t take direction? His father comes in and out of his life, he’s the definition of toxic masculinity yet never does shit to prove his worth of a “man.” goes as he pleases drunk off his ass and stealing whatever $ his mom has saved up
His father used to be a truck driver but got fired after he kept drinking on the job, causing an accident that could have been much worse
They’re one of the few families that aren’t okay in the park. They just happen to be the loudest. At least his parents are, very vocal and try to beat the other in a screaming match. They never married, didn’t see the point in doing so since they stuck around with each other for this long
Very abusive relationship...mostly verbal but rocco’s seen enough to cause trauma
Maybe his parents had him at a young age, cancelling their youth? Sometimes he feels like it’s his fault, his father told him that once; drunk of whiskey so he started to believe it, which pissed his mother off to no end
Rocco knows his mother loves him but he’s not so sure about his dad. She does little things that mean so much to show that, she does try hard it’s just many don’t see that. Maybe he’s bias since it is his mother
Has a half-sister, Roisin. (Ro-sheen) means, “little rose,” and he picked the name out when he watched his mother have a home birth in their bathroom. He loved her just as much as he loved his mother. He’s heard of the name before, liked it and knew it fit when he first saw his little sister. She was the reddest baby he’s ever seen but gorgeous
“You’ve named your sister raisin, huh?”
It didn’t take long for Rocco to figure out that his mother had a boyfriend outside of his father and suddenly had a bump in her stomach a month later after the guy came around. Rocco wanted to hate the guy but he kinda taught him how to be. He was from wales, loved to surf, and always carried philosophy books which he encouraged a young Rocco to read and, “expand his horizons”
At first he didn’t understand the shite or even wanted to. He just knew it would be hell whenever his father decided to pop back up, but this time around? He didn’t for some reason. “I hope he’s dead.” He heard his mother say one night, talking to Elis, when she thought Rocco was asleep on his bed in the living room
Rocco didn’t think he could think that harsh about someone...but the longer Elis stayed around, the more he found himself not missing his father
Before he began to look at life in a different way, he was the type to run through the streets from the age of 16 and getting into some trouble
Such as: Vandalism, stealing booze, trespassing, & public indency
Around 18 was when he decided to turn his life around, after losing a friend he deeply cared about. He went off to uni, because it was what she wanted to do and he never gave it much thought in the first place but he tried for her
Looking back on it, why did he ever think finance was for him? He wanted to be what his mother wasn’t, she tried but she didn’t know how to manage $ well. Elis had to step in every now and then but he was also always on the go due to surfing competitions
Not only that but it was hard to make friends in uni, people were much different here than in the mobile park. He had more in common with people who lived in the same atmosphere as him
He felt judged and it made him deeply insecure so he dropped out mid-semester 
Picked up healthy cooking habits and managed to purchase a food truck after working multiple jobs/ odd jobs from dish cleaner, bartender, doing weekly grocery runs for the people with disabilities in the mobile park, etc...
Guilty pleasure is Mediterranean food
Helps his mother with his sister when she’s out looking for a job + working the job or when she needs a nap. It’s the perfect bonding moment between brother and sister
It doesn’t take long before Rocco feels it’s his time to leave & he does so by going on tv for this show called love island, which is short lived & he comes back empty handed + still feeling like he didn’t make any friends but he met people that changed his life for sure
Marisol being one of those people.
His food truck gains traction after the show and he’s pleased by this. He specializes in a go green environment, which is more expensive but everything costs something
A customer tells him he’d be better off traveling to gain more exposure to his food, although there’s been customers who post his food on the socials—he rarely checks it but it’s 40% negative
Once he saves up enough, he does so and wants for his mother and sister to come with him but she says his sister is too young to be on the road
He’s torn but decides to go on a three month tour, with a few people trying to manage him. Rocco doesn’t take the offer, he feels like that’s a trap to take all of his $.
He can do it all on his own
He meets more people and women on the road in different cities and keeps up with Marisol whenever he can, it kinda hurts to know that she’s found someone knew
So when he’s on psychedelics, he starts sleeping around when the loneliness tries to creep up on him. He doesn’t want to feel that, because if you let it be then it might control you. You’re in control of your emotions.
He always has to find a pay phone when he gets to the next city to let his mom, sister, and Elis know that business is doing okay and he is too. He either forgets to charge his phone or one of the women he invited into his truck stole it
Yeah his food truck is also his home? But people don’t need to know that, he plans to get rid of the truck, buy a storage container to be his new restaurant on wheels and invest in a car where he can pull the storage container along on his car, he’s thinking maybe a Subaru or a pick up truck of some sort. These are all goals, he’ll achieve if he works at his own pace. If it’s meant to be it will be 
Very flirtatious and it can come across as not being loyal but he finds it to be more, “free spirited” than anything
Does yoga, has a bicycle too for days he doesn’t feel like driving his truck around, Elis bought one for his birthday & is studying Buddhism
Plays the ukulele & wants to start a garden
Is he a Scorpio? Is he a Gemini? I don’t really feel like he’s a fire sign? He might have a small amount in his chart if we’re being technical. The only thing I can see, Leo maybe for being idealistic? Flirtatious & optimistic?
Scorpio sun + Leo moon + Gemini rising
His favorite animal is an ostrich?
Lottie accidentally likes his photos (whenever he decides to post) and unlikes them or pops into his lives every now and then just out of curiosity. When he addresses her, she leaves lmao
Hair and eyes shifts just like the seasons, becoming reddish brown + a hazel green
Stops at every farmers markets & side attractions to give back to the people & loves flea markets
What does Rocco listen to? He definitely uses psychedelics & smokes that gas c’mon now so: bob marley & the wailers, Jimi Hendrix, fugees, Fiona apple, Norah Jones, johnnyswim, & Bombay bicycle club
Celeb crush? Emma Roberts, zendaya, halle bailey, camila mendes, Sarah Bolger, & Saoirse Ronan
Anthem = The wombats, “Give Me A Try”
#litg#litg2#litg s2#litg rocco#litg marisol#litg lottie#litg headcanon#litg au#majority dont care about his ass but i found a fc so thats why i got him out the way lol
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Drarry Fic Snippet
It was a cold dark night in Godric's Hollow, and Lily Potter was holding a spray can and drawing magic circle on the floor of her son's room. Like any other responsible parent out there, she worried about the effect of the fumes on her son's lungs, but considering that the most notorious wizard of all times was out there in her living room, relocating either her activity or her son was out of the question.
"You shall not lay a hand on my son!" James Potter cried out, hurling another jinx which broke something, possibly the ugly vase Dumbledore got them for their wedding. Good riddance, she absently thought, before sharpening her focus back to the magic circle. It was almost done.
With a flourish, she finished the last symbol and stood at the edge of the circle, her back to the door. From his crib, Harry Potter watched with much interest and glee. Lily smiled at him. "Everything's going to be alright, love, you'll see."
Outside, He Who Must Not Be Named cackled disturbingly, the voice of which sent shivers down her spin. She took a steadying breath and began lighting the nine candles, placing them in equidistance around the circle.
"This is your end, James Potter! Avada Kedavra!"
The incantation of that spell was followed by a dull thud. Lily took a steadying breath and picked up the knife lying on wardrobe nearby. She only hesitated for a second, before gritting her teeth and slicing her upper arm, letting the blood drop on the middle of the circle. And then, she began the summoning chant.
"In Nomine Dei Nostri, Satanas Luciferi Excelsi, Ave Voluptartis Canis."
The white, spray-can painted summoning circle began to glow with an unearthly light. She repeated the chant again, and the light grew exponentially brighter. She chanted it one last time, and a blinding light engulfed the whole room. Lily shielded her eyes.
When the light subsided, she opened her eyes, and saw, in the middle of the circle, a pitiful young man in black trenchcoat, curled up in a fetal position with a bottle of unidentifiable liquid clutched in one of his hand. He looked positively wasted.
Oh fuck, Lily cursed, I did something wrong. Internally, she began to panic. Outside, He Who Must Not Be Named was flinging the doors open dramatically, one by one. There was no time left to redo the summoning ritual. She looked down at the strange... person and began to think.
Well, she did summon him through the circle, right? At the very least, he's got to have some kind of power to protect them, right? She heard the sound of another door being broken off its hinges, this time louder.
"Why is there so many rooms in this place?" He Who Must Not Be Named complained loudly.
Lily gasped, and in her panic, crouched down by the man and grabbed him by his lapels, "Wake up! Wake up, damn it!" she hissed, desperately shaking him.
The man moaned, wincing, "Jesus Christ, fuck off, Gabe."
"Come on, wake up! Wake up! I need your help, goddamnit! Wake up!" she was sounding more and more hysterical by the second.
The man grunted, then finally, opened his eyes. "Ow, what the fuck? Whe–" he rubbed his face, groggily sitting up, "Where the fuck am I?"
"You're in my house! I summoned you because I need your help! Please, you've got to protect us! A madman has come to kill me and my son! Please, you've got to do something!"
"The fuck...?" he moaned again, "Ow, fuck. My head."
Lily has never performed the summoning spell before. She only read it in a book, one which she randomly found in a flea market in America. The book was in Latin, so it was a bit hard to translate, but she was pretty sure they said that this was meant to summon a magical being of unimaginable power. This was not what she was expecting at all. Maybe James was right, maybe that book was a sham. Oh, then whatever shall–
Before she can finish that thought, the door to the nursery slammed open, and the notorious He Who Must Not Be Named stepped inside. Lily shuddered in fear, his magic slickened the air like rancid oil. Oh, how much she hated him.
"Stand back! Stay away from my son!" Lily screamed, standing up to face the Dark Lord. She pulled out her and pointed it at him.
A lazy grin broke out on the Dark Lord's face. "Stand aside, woman. I shall spare your life if you follow my orders."
"Never!" she spat out. "Expelliarmus!"
With a lazy flick of his wand, Lord Voldermort deflected the spell. He took a step closer.
"Flipendo!"
Again, he deflected the spell without much effort, and took another step forward.
"Y-You! Crucio!"
The Dark Lord tilted his head, waited. Nothing happened. "I guess that tickled a bit," he finally said, before throwing his head back to laugh. "Last chance, woman. Step. Aside." He was right in front of Lily by now.
"Never," she repeated, bravely, while looking at the horrible face of the madman who had killed her husband.
"Then per–!"
His words were cut-off by another loud groan. He looked over Lily's shoulder to find the strange blond man pulling himself up to his feet. He was swaying, and had to hold onto the edge of the crib to remain upright. He was the perfect picture of a hammered man.
"Alright, what the fuck is going on here?" The man asked, before he turned his gaze to the ceiling, "Gabe, whatever the fuck this is, it's not fucking funny! Cut it out before I strangle you, you little snit!" He moaned again, before noticing the bottle in his hand for the first time. He gave it an experimental shake, found that it was not empty, and took a hefty swig.
Lily and He Who Must Not Be Named watched on curiously, with the former feeling slightly mortified at the amount of cursing the man was doing in front of her son. That was just not done.
The man returned his attention to them, gaze suspicious and expectant. He was still alarmingly swaying. He sniffed the air once, twice, before a confused expression settled on his face. "I'm on Earth."
"Yes," Lily said slowly. "You're on Earth."
"Oh," he looked at the bottle in his hand, inspected the label, found none, and turned his baffled expression to Lily once more. "I didn't remember getting here. How did I get here? Do you remember?"
"I don't remember, I know," Lily was starting to regret summoning him. "I summoned you." she gestured at the magic circle around his feet.
He followed her gaze, and recognition dawned on him. "Oh," he giggled, "Oh that's how! Brilliant!" He then walked out of the circle, and dropped down on the sofa Lily and James had placed next to the crib. It was an old, ratty thing, the kind that gets only more comfortable the rattier it got. He dropped himself on it and groaned indecently. "Been a while, since someone summoned me with that," he said, eyes already half-closing.
"What did you summon?" The Dark Lord asked, his intellectual side piqued.
"Hey, hey, that's..." the man waved his hand vaguely in the air, "Rude. Very rude."
"What's rude?" Lily asked, frowning.
"That," he gestured at the Dark Lord. "That is rude."
"What is that?"
"What is what?" the man burst into a fit of giggle. "What is anything? Oh god, you people are hilarious!"
The Dark Lord, already losing interest, turned his attention to Lily again. "Anyway, as I was saying–"
"Oh, right, where are my manners," the man suddenly put aside the bottle and shot up to his feet, clapping his hands as he did so. He searched his coat for a moment, before pulling out a card with a triumphant 'aha!'. Still dangerously swaying, he walked over and handed the card to Lily.
"Draco Malfoy, professional dealer, at your service, ma'am."
He tried to bow, but nearly topped over and thought better of it, settling to offer her a charming smile full of sharp teeth instead. Too full, perhaps.
Lily looked down at the card and read it out loud, "Lucifer Satan, Morning Star, the First Angel, Ruler of Hell, King of All That Is Fallen, Dark–"
The man—Draco—clumsily snatched the card out of her hand. "Whoops, sorry. Wrong card. Haven't used that one in millenias! Ah, here's the right one!"
Lily took the new proffered. Compared to the previous one, which was filled from top to bottom with titles, this one only had three, neatly printed words; 'Draco Malfoy. Dealer.'
"You're... A dealer? As in...? Cars? Or illegal drugs?"
"No, no, no, no, no, NO!" Draco threw his head back to laugh. "Although, if that's what you want, lady, we can work out a deal. The car, I mean. Not the illegal drugs. I've got tonnes of that to spare, and I'm always happy to share happiness with everyone, including you, noseless!"
The Dark Lord frowned, clearly offended.
"So, what do you mean, dealer? What is it?" Lily asked again.
"I," Draco swayed again, "Whoops, sorry lady, mind if I sit down? Asgardian meads are vicious!" he went back to the chair and flopped down bonelessly once again. "So anyway, where was I? Oh right, dealer. Deal, deals, dealing." He burst into another fit of giggles.
"So, it all started before the First Human was ever created. I was vice-president director of Heaven, groomed to be the next president director, and the youngest in history too, not that there was much history to begin with, mind you. I mean, it was just set up a couple of hours before this story began. So yeah, there was nothing impressive about that. There was nothing impressive about Heaven at all, actually. Everything there was white and boring, no alcohol, no lunch breaks, and only this nasty tune," he hummed a rather sweet and calming tune, "Playing over and over and over again in the background! So I said to God, hey pops what do you say we–"
"Can you get to the point, some of us is on a deadline here!" The Dark Lord yelled.
"Alright, alright, yeesh, fine! What do you want, lady?"
"What do I want?"
"Yes, you! I'm talking to you! You're the one who called, right?"
"Um, yes."
"Well, what do you want from me?"
Lily hesitated, "I want you to... Protect my son from this... Man, right here."
"Is that all?"
"Yes," she nodded, slightly more certain. "That's all."
"Alright, then come over here and shake my hand." he held out his hand, "Come on lady, you heard the guy there, he's on a deadline. Gotta help the poor man, you see? He's probably got a nice wife and a litter of noseless kids to feed back home. Just imagine what would happen to them if he lost his job thanks to you."
"I'm pretty sure that's not the case," she stepped closer to him, and took the proffered hand.
The moment their hands clasped, a blue fire engulfed their entwined hands, and she felt something in her uneasily shifted.
"There, all done!" Draco let go of her hand and smiled winningly at her, "Well, nice doing business with you, lady. Now time to go back to the party and get even more wasted! See you around!"
One moment he was there, and the next moment he was gone. "Huh," Lily wondered out loud, "That was weird."
"Yes, I agree," the Dark Lord said. "Now can we get back to what we were doing?"
Lily looked down at the wand in her hand.
She shouldn't have bought that stupid book.
#drarry#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#not sure how to continue to story though#DM me if you guys have any good ideas#Ok I admit Satan!Draco here was inspired by Bill Cipher#I was rewatching Gravity Falls
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The Memories of Christmas Past
my not so secret santa fic for my favourite bubs @pink-psychic , sorry it couldn't be better but I hope you enjoy ❤️
On a soft snowy morning, in the suburbs of New York City. Eddie and Richie slept in bed, all tangled up in one another. Richie was half awake already, he had somehow gotten used to waking up early. He knew their peace and quiet would soon be interrupted by excited screams but for now he tried to take in his beautiful sleeping husband as much as he could. Snuggled up a bit closer and kissed his temple a bit longer, not wanting to wake him just yet. However, that carefulness was disregarded quickly as he heard footsteps getting closer to their room and suddenly the door swung open.
“Daddy, papa! Santa came! We have to go open the presents!!, Olivia their oldest, screamed as she jumped on their bed.
“Liv, sweetie, we don’t jump on the bed. You might hurt yourself.” Eddie said, slowly waking up.
“Listen to your papa sweets, you know what happens when you don’t …. TICKLE FIGHT!
Richie grabbed his daughter and started tickling her and kissing her all over until she bagged him to stop.
“DADDY! Please stop! I can’t b-breath. AH daddy, I’m too ticklish, it’s not fair!”
“Okay sweetie but you promise you’ll listen to papa now?”
“Yes daddy I promise. Can we open the presents now?”
“PRESENTS?”, Charlie their three year old son, screamed as he ran into the room.
Eddie rubbed his eyes and slowly got up and grabbed his son.
“Yeah buddy we can go open the presents soon, do you guys want hot cocoa before? Why don’t you guys go wake up Luke with daddy and i’ll go make the hot chocolate?
“YAYYY!”
Richie hurried the kids to wake up their youngest son Luke. He was a calm child, unless he was with his brother, then he would feed off of his wild energy. When they all entered his room he was already fully awake standing up in his crib. He seemed calm at first but when he saw Charlie he started jumping up in down.
“Good morning buddy! You excited to see daddy huh?”
“No! Charwie, Charwie!!”
“Of course you want your brother. Well, news flash buddy, he can’t get you out of your bed. So, are you excited to see your daddy?”
“Dada!”, Luke said as he reached his arms out and whined for his father.
“I guess that’s good enough.” Richie said as he kissed his son all over his face.
“Dada! Down, down!”
Richie put his youngest down and he instantly ran to Olivia and hugged her. She quickly got him ready for the day.
While Eddie went to make some hot chocolate for the whole family. He heard Richie, playfully screaming at his kids to keep calm but then screamed about being super excited for santa. Eddie smiled to himself, hearing his family being so happy just made his heart filled with love. He heard what sounded like a thousand footsteps running into the living room and felt arms wrap around his waist.
“Good morning Eds, all the kids are up, our little Olive took such good care of Luke. I can’t believe he’s almost two years old. It feels like just yesterday we were bringing him back home.”
“I know, they’re all growing up so fast. How is Liv seven already? And taking care of her little brothers with so much love. She’s so mature for her age.”
“We got good kids, my love”
Richie started kissing Eddie’s jaw and quickly stopped when they heard impatient screams coming from the living room. Richie helped with the hot chocolate and they both hurried and brought their kids some.
“Why does Olifia, get mug but i get sippy cup”, Charlie whined at his papa
“Because Olive is older than you, buddy. She doesn’t make a big mess when she drinks” Richie answered ruffling his son’s hair.
“I don’t make mess”, he pouted
“Do you not remember what happened with the orange juice yesterday?”
“THAT NOT MY FAULT! Luke made me do it.”
“Nah ah!”, Luke replied
“It’s not very nice to blame everything on your little brother Charlie” Eddie interjected.
“Maybe we should open some presents now?”
The question was followed by a chorus of screams, the loudest coming from Richie. As the kids opened their presents Eddie went to sit on Richie’s lap, a habit he developed as a teenager but couldn't quite do anymore with all their children wanting to sit on their daddy’s lap. He wrapped his arms around Richie, nuzzled his face into his neck and admired his beautiful children. He didn’t think life could get better than this, watching the loves of his life filled with joy, in the arms of the man he loved. He was brought out of his daydream by a small nudge in his side.
“Eds, i think it’s your turn to open your present. Olive why don’t you pass that red box to papa?”
“Why is it so heavy?”
“Well, why don’t we wait for papa to open it and we’ll see”
Eddie took the box from his girls hands and looked over at Richie and saw he had the biggest grin. He slowly started to open the gift and found a scrapbook inside. On the cover was a picture of them on their wedding day at the age of 18 years old, in Vegas. Everyone said it was crazy, but the people that knew them, the losers, were 1000% on board with the idea. The gang knew they were soulmates and nothing would ever keep them apart. When they finished high school, they all drove down to Vegas on a “graduation trip”, the same night they arrived, they had tied the knot and never looked back. On every page was a picture of their life together, one on their first day of kindergarten, another with the losers at the quarry, a lot of them, taken at mike’s farm, drunk. Eddie started feeling his eyes water up and closed the scrapbook before more could come out.
“Richie, this is beyond perfect. I-I can’t believe you did this for me. I love you so much.”
“Spaghetti, maybe you should look into the box again, that’s not the only present.”
Eddie turned his head quickly towards the box and saw a large picture frame at the bottom, he pulled it out and started sobbing.
“Why papa cry?”, Charlie asked
“I think he really likes his gift.” Olivia answered
Eddie looked at the frame again and couldn't believe his eyes. It was a picture of him and Richie on their first Christmas together as a married couple and a second picture of them on their first christmas as a complete family. Seeing those memories took him back to their shitty New York City apartment.
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“Richie we have to have a tree! It can’t be christmas without a tree!”
“Eds, I know baby, but we really can’t afford one right now. We can’t even afford our rent this month. I’m already taking extra shifts at the radio station, just for that.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry for pushing it. It’s just not how I pictured our first Christmas together, that's all.”
“We’re going to have a gazillion more christmas’ we can make perfect in the future. Right now let’s just concentrate on not losing our home. I have to go to work, please don’t wait up on me like you always do. Go to sleep, Eds, you have an early class.”
“Okayyy, I will.”
“Goodnight spaghetti, I love you”,with that Richie kissed his husband and headed out the door.
Richie working the night shift at the station became a regular occurrence during their winter break. They barely had any time to see each other. He would come home at six AM and Eddie would leave for his job at seven AM. I definitely wasn’t the Christmas break Eddie had hoped for but he knew money was their biggest priority.
To his surprise, on December 24th, he got home from work and found their small apartment lit up by a Christmas tree.
“Richie? What the fuck, you got us a christmas tree? I thought you said no tree because they were too expensive?”
“Yeah, I still stand by that statement, I don’t want to pay 50$ for a tree...instead I stole an extra dead one from the sidewalk and I borrowed the lights from the station.”
“ ‘Chee, oh god, you shouldn't have!” Eddie said as he pulled Richie into his arms.
“You’re not mad, I got a dead tree from the streets?”
“Surprisingly, no, I don’t care. All of this is amazing, this is the best Christmas I could have asked for.”
“I’m glad you like it, love.”
“Since we have a tree, can we exchange gifts now? I know we said no gifts but I got you a little something.”
Eddie ran into their bedroom and came back with an old looking box.
“Here, open it.”
Richie ripped open the box and took out a very old looking microphone. It was a big silver one, that looked straight up from a vintage radio station.
“I got it at the flea market, the seller said it was from a radio station from the 50’s and I thought you might like it…it doesn’t work or anything but I thought we could use it as decoration or something around the apartment. ”
“Fuck Eds, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you so much for this.”, Richie grabbed his husband and kissed him.
“Let me get my camera, I want us to remember this. Our very first Christmas together.” Richie said with a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran off to the bedroom.
After a lovely evening of hot chocolate, christmas movies and lots of cuddles, they both fell asleep on the couch. For Eddie, this was one of his favourite memories with Richie, even more memorable than their wedding day. It was the first time they spent a holiday together as a small family. The first time it felt like it was the two of them against the world.
He never wanted that feeling to go away and it never did. Everyday with Richie topped the last and now, with their family, it was truly the two of them against the world. The gift Richie gave reminded him of that original feeling and it made fill with happiness. His kids got the presents they wanted and were happily playing with them as Eddie snuggled closer to the man that made this all possible. As cheesy as it is to say, the holidays were a magical time and he was reminded of that feeling, seeing his children so excited and happy made Eddie the luckiest man in the world.
He glanced over at the old microphone that sat atop their mantle over the fireplace and smiled to himself. Christmas mornings with his children and his husband were the best mornings and he couldn’t wait for the next one.
#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#reddie fanfic#reddie au#reddie one shot#christmas reddie#infinity war#it chapter 2#it 2017#it 2019#this kinda really sucks and its horribly written but I cannot do anything rn for the life of me
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Psychiatrist interview Number 1. Marvel Fanfic
I am a little nervous about doing this because most of the time, the fanfic that I write is for a more niche group, and I’m worried about people not liking this, but I had fun writing this, so I thought that I would put it out there. If you enjoyed reading it, please let me know. If I have anything wrong, please be kind.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it.
This is my first interview with Subject Sparkle. I gave her that name because she had glitter all over her hair. She quickly tried to explain it as a scientific experiment she had with her younger nieces. She would hate that I used that as her code name, but I think, for the time being, it’s the best that I can give her.
I will be letting her speak on her own. I will not be adding anything that I said to her, and I will be adding very few extra information to help make decisions about Subject Sparkle.
The first thing that I asked her about was the blip, and that is where we will start her entry.
The Event happened (Any time she mentions the blip, she only calls it The Event). Arguing about that won’t change reality. We all had to do things that changed our lives forever. I became the primary caregiver for seven children under the age of 13 when I was 17. I will say, thankfully, I already had a well-paying job, and my parents left my siblings and me enough to survive. I wish that was all behind us, but everyone knows it isn’t. We can try and say it is. We can pretend that it was all just a bad dream, but it isn’t for us who were stuck here. My siblings hate the fact that their children don’t want to go home with them. I don’t blame the kids; how can I? I have three that don’t recognize their parents at all. I have been the only parental figure that they have ever known. I can’t ask them to just go with strangers. I taught these kids since I have had them that we don’t do that, yet these strangers want to take them home with them, and I have to tell them, no, it’s okay, you can go with them. They aren’t actually strangers. They are your parents that disappeared years ago because some guy snapped his fingers, but their back now, so everything’s cool. Let me be clear as I say this, it’s not my siblings’ fault, their parents. They were unavailable. But their unwillingness to understand where their children are coming from frustrates me. It’s not that I don’t want them to go back to their parents.
I have been overly stressed for over five years now. I knew that my siblings would come back too. I told people at first, but eventually, I seemed crazy, and I gave too much false hope to the kids, so I stopped. Of course, now that hope really wasn’t false hope. What a crock that was. So many people told me that I was wrong that I started believing them. I started believing that my dreams were false. Dreams… It makes it sound like they were wishes. It’s not what they were, not really. No, they were actual dreams when I was sleeping. Now, everything I say doesn’t leave here, right?
(Every time that there is a moment where I am speaking, I will make a paragraph break, so you know that I was the one that forced her thought to change)
Alright, it wasn’t just when I was asleep. It happened when I was awake. Only a few times, though, so it wasn’t like I was hurting the kids.
Right, you’ve said your not here to judge me, but I do have to be a little bit careful. So, I remember I was making breakfast. There was a sudden crack in my head like a whip or glass shattering. Before I knew it, I saw us all together again.
(Her hand was shaking, just a little bit, I thought about giving her a small break but knew that we had just begun.)
No, it wasn’t like I was seeing the future. It was more ethereal than that. It was more like a whisp of reality, a whisper of what could be. We would all be standing in this orange smoke. I would try talking to them, and they kept repeating this exact stupid phrase, “They will fix this, and then you will live out your potential.” You know the they my siblings are referring to. They (The Avengers, again it’s something that she refuses to say) were everywhere before this went down, and some of them are still everywhere. They even made an insulting TV show (I am unsure what she means by this. I hope you can find information about it) about one of them. I find it utterly offensive to what could have been a unique and awe-inspiring legacy.
Oh right, this is supposed to be about me. Though to be a little bit fair to me, they have a big part to play in all of our lives. Everything had just found its place. And it’s not that I don’t understand why they did it. I do. And I appreciate all that they did, all that they were willing to do. I got my siblings back, but that doesn’t change all the problems…
You’re right. Sorry. You wanted this to be about me. You know, when I was little, I dreamed of being one of them. I was different when I was younger. More self-assured. As I’ve gotten older, just as many people can say, the more I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t even blame it on the Event; I was like this before it happened. I will say that it made it worse. (She had been fidgeting a lot, but for this one moment, she seemed to straighten herself and quickly look over at me) Can I be frank for a moment? Why am I here?
I wasn’t one of the people sucked in by the Event.
No, I get that.
That, however, doesn’t explain anything (She started playing with her necklace again).
Nice distraction, doctor. I got this at a flea market about two weeks ago. My sisters forced me to go, even though I’ve always hated those things. Too many people. Too loud. Nothing to focus on except objects scattered this way and that. I have always hated them also. Even when I was little. My mother would drag me there, basically kicking and screaming, but once we got there, you would be hard-pressed to find a better-behaved child. Mother always prided herself on the fact that I was so put together as if she was responsible for the change. She wasn’t, but I think that if I had told her that, it would have broken her heart. I was never trying to do that. My mother and I were never on the best of terms, but we loved each other, which was enough for both of us for most of the time. There were a few times when that didn’t seem like enough. You have got to be kidding me. I can’t believe that I was about to talk to you about my mother. I’m not looking to be a cliché doctor. You know it might take a little less time if I knew what you wanted me to talk about.
I know. Whatever I find important, but that isn’t true. You keep wanting to steer the conversation, and I am more than happy to follow where ever you want to lead me because the quicker you tell me what you want to know, the faster I can leave.
It’s not you personally. I just am not a huge fan of people in general. Look, doctor, I don’t want to be rude, and I hardly think I am…
My children. What about them?
What do I think of them?
That’s an odd question. Isn’t it?
Well, alright, they are great. Good kids. They all have their own personalities. I have one graduating this year. He wants to follow in the family’s footsteps, and I don’t mean disappearing for five years. That sounds like an insensitive joke, but that’s what he tells me every time he talks about it. I think it’s his coping method. I can’t stop him from needing it. He was 12 when his parents left. All of a sudden, his aunt that was barely older than him, was looking after him.
Oh, no, truthfully, he took on the role of helping me faster than anyone could have predicted. He wasn’t angry at me. I was surprised. I probably would have felt better if he had been angry too.
No, how could I have…
Did I say…
Alright. I was angry for a little bit. I wasn’t angry at my family. I was angry at them. They wanted to pretend to be heroes, and then they couldn’t save any of us.
Am I still angry at them? I don’t know. I want to be constantly angry at them. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to blame them for everything that happened. Sometimes I think that… You know, a lot of people get it, or they don’t. We saw them fail. They failed us. They failed the world that they had promised to protect. Am I supposed to forgive them for that? But then, I think about me. What about me? If I were in their shoes, what would my decisions be? Would I be able to handle what they did? No, I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t think about it. I do—a lot. I think about it to an extreme degree.
Alright, yeah. Sorry. What do you want me to talk about?
There you again, steering the conversation but not directly telling me what you want.
The necklace? You’re still on that?
Alright, like I said, I got it at a flea market with my sisters. They were the ones that got it for me. They think that I need to wear more jewelry. I don’t wear much jewelry now, nor really did I ever. I don’t know why. The rest of the females and actually most of my family wore a lot of jewelry. Well, not a lot of jewelry, but they wore it. I just never found it comfortable. Comfort is a big thing with me. I like comfortable things. I like feeling things that swallow me up in fuzz.
No, not really. You always feel the cold of the metal. Now, I am not judging those who like jewelry. Some feel like that is their security blanket, and that’s fine. I just don’t think it’s mine. Maybe it was my family’s. My mom and dad were both rich to some extent, and they came from affluential parents. So, they always had the best. So, did my siblings. I guess the way that I say that, it sounds like I didn’t have the best. I had things handed to me too. I knew it was happening too. I wish I could say that changed my life for the better, but it didn’t. I’m still not like them. I still have anxiety about everything.
Yeah, I guess that goes back to why I play with things. Usually, it’s a hair tie on my wrist.
No, I’m not wearing one today. My sisters said that I needed to make a good impression on you. They said that wearing a hair tie anywhere other than my hair would be unseemly. I’m not entirely sure why they felt the need for me to make a good impression on you. They seem to think that you want to take the kids from me. That isn’t what’s happening here, right?
Are you sure?
You’re scaring me a little. Maybe they were right; perhaps I should have prepared better. When I got your email, I just assumed… I guess that’s what I get for assuming and… Oh, god… I told you about the breakfast thing… Please… You have to… I mean, I would like you to… I don’t know what… Maybe we could start…
Alright, I’m sorry for panicking. Those kids mean everything to me. I just… I don’t think that I could handle knowing that I abandoned them in any way. I want to know that I did everything for them if I could.
So, you want me to talk about the flew market, but you just said…
I know. I need to stop panicking, but…
Right. So, my sisters and I were there, and we were talking. I remember we talked about how it wasn’t fair that none of the girls wanted to go with them and that I hadn’t forced them like mom had forced me. I told them that it wasn’t right of me to do that. I had never taken the girls or the boys to do something like this. I made them do things they didn’t want to do, sure. Museums. History walking tours. Science centers. I wanted them to learn something, but we also had a lot of fun. One time I took them to…
Oh, I guess our time is winding down a little.
You need me to get through this. Why?
No, there has to be a reason. I’m not comfortable talking anymore until I know what is going on.
Checking anomalies caused by the Event. Why is a psychiatrist doing that and not a government agent?
That doesn’t make much sense.
Let’s try again. What do you want from me? Just tell me.
No, answers. Just more questions. Alright, just for this interview, I will finish this. So, there we were walking around this flea market, and my sisters and I were talking, and I guess I can admit that I was getting frustrated with them when suddenly, objects started falling from the sky. I quickly went into mommy bird protective mode and got everyone under a gazebo. There was a time or two it was really close. I’m not sure how we didn’t get hurt, but I was thankful it didn’t happen. We found the necklace lying on the ground after that, and I was already buying things from everyone.
I don’t know why. We found out that all of the objects falling from the sky were from other people’s booths. I just felt like I was somehow responsible for it, though I don’t think that I could have had anything to do with it. I am sorry I can’t do any more to help you.
You would like to see me on Wednesday. Why?
I don’t know if I can tell you anything more about what happened.
Alright, I will see you Wednesday then.
This is the interview that I got with her. I will now be including the newspaper article about the flea market. I feel, though, that you all know a lot more about this subject than the newspaper has shown, but you gave me very few details, and I wanted to show you what I was working with.
Yesterday, several objects fell from the sky at the Westerly flea market. The items that fell from the sky were objects that had slowly disappeared from the flea market all day. Sally Marshall, a woman selling her necklaces, said, “I was getting frustrated. I would turn around, and there was another necklace missing. I talked to several police offices scoping the area and said that everyone was finding items missing, but they couldn’t find anyone stealing anything. Then out of nowhere, I heard something hit the ground, and one of my necklaces fell from the sky. Soon there were a lot of things falling from the ground. A dresser almost hit me. Thankfully, a girl with her dark red hair in a giant hoodie pushed me out of the way.” We tried to find this girl for comment, but she had already left. Some call this a problem with the blip and that more events like this will continue to happen the longer that everyone is back—more information on page 6.
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Ch.2 Goodbye Morioh
"My name is Yoshikage Kira. I don't remember when or how I died but I know one thing for certain. I am not going to heaven."
That phrase. It had become a mantra to him. It was a chance for him to ground himself and have at least something that makes sense, a way for him to accept the faith he was currently living.
He had been dead for almost four years now (or at least that is how long he thought it had been time gets hazy when one is dead). For the majority of the first year, he roamed around trying to figure out the new world he found himself in. He very quickly realized that this new world was heavily bound by a set of rules. For the most part, they involved staying out of the way of the living which was simple enough. The hard part came with missing what he had when he was alive (at least what he remembered). He could neither taste nor feel any physical object. He never felt hungry but thought it was a shame that he could not enjoy food any longer. He particularly resented this while passing a sandwich stand at the airport.
He figured walking in the airport was going to be a hassle but thankfully Momoko had Scheduled a very late flight meaning there would be fewer people to bump against separating him from his limbs.
He decided that for once he was not going to crumble up the ticket. The little paper read Business class, well he was technically going on a business trip. It was obvious the monk was trying to make amends, not that Kira minded the extra legroom and separation from other passengers. Kira looked around the empty terminal. What exactly was this mission? Momoko had been very vague. He began having second thoughts about coming. She had betrayed him last time after all.
No matter, he had to push his hesitance aside as it was time to board. There only seemed to be a handful of people on the flight and most of them were very old. No children, thank god. If he had to spend the next 13+ hours next to a screaming pile of snot he would crash the plane. Yet again that would probably mean getting stuck with the passengers for a while so maybe that was not the best idea.
He made his way to his seat. Kira looked around and for a second thought, one of the stewardesses looked right at him. He was very relieved to find that was not the case. That was one of the few silver linings of being a ghost, being literally invisible to most people. He never had to deal with uncomfortable small talk or answer questions from annoying tourists. His class was mostly empty so he was able to enjoy using his complimentary headphones to listen to classical music for the entire trip. If only he could enjoy a little bit of champagne…
The plane took off quietly. He saw the small town he had known all his life grow smaller and smaller until it fully disappeared under the clouds. He felt odd. Something inside him shifted but he was not quite able to tell what it was. Kira was not very good at putting a name to his own emotions a lot of times. It definitely did not help that sudden burst of emotions such as these seemed to be tied with flashbacks of his previous life. Most of the time it was simply a small snapshot, a memory of an insignificant moment being triggered by an equally insignificant event such as the smell of someone's perfume reminding him of a store he used to frequent. Other times, he was not so lucky. Other times the memories rushed in and overwhelmed him, knocking him to the ground and making his spectral body ache. He didn't like thinking about those memories and stirred clear of anything he thought might make him remember them.
Kira watched the sunrise as Smetana's Moldau played. He drew a content sigh at the sight of the pinks and oranges of the sky kissing the horizon as the sound of violins swirled in his ear. Despite not wanting to admit it, he was looking forward to the job now or rather the prospect of it being legit.
"How odd" he chuckled to himself as he carelessly flipped through the travel magazines "a ghost on a plane traveling practically across the globe."
…
The Italian airport was much more crowded. He carefully wove through the crowd avoiding any accidental touching. Unfortunately, he found himself almost falling in front of a drug detection dog. The large black German Shepherd snarled its teeth and lunged at him pulling its distracted handler so close to Kira he almost went right through him. Kira managed to scurry away and hid behind a wall.
"That was a close call. I ought to be more careful if I want to arrive in one piece"
He closed his eyes and composed himself. There was a rather pleasant smell in the air. Freshly baked bread. His heart sank slightly but he quickly shook his self-pity aside.
"Focus, there is a job to do…hopefully"
He walked down the streets of the Italian town admiring the way old architecture blended in seamlessly with the new one. He didn't care much for travel when he was alive but now he thought that maybe he should have volunteered for more business trips.
… A couple of streets away a man sat at a table impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. His heel making an angry click against the pavement. Leaning against the adjacent wall, was a priest with a Bluetooth in one ear. The priest gave the other man an anxious look.
"Will you cut that out already? All that tapping is giving me the heebie-jeebies" "He's late" "Maybe the flight got delayed. Patience is a virtue you know? He probably has a good reason for being late"
The man rolled his eyes and the priest shrugged. …
Kira had wandered on to the flea market. He saw beautifully handcrafted leatherwear, the most exquisite works of art from local artists, and a couple of teenagers playing a delightful tune on the violin. As far as Yoshikage Kira was concerned, this place was everything he had ever dreamed of. He hid behind a market tent and whispered to the man running it.
"Excuse me, could I get the time?" "Oh, of course, it is 13:30" "Thank you" "Anyti-" the old merchant turned as if to see where the voice came from just to find no one there. He looked around in search of the source but quickly gave up when a young woman asked him the price of a handbag.
Kira continued walking down the street, searching for the rendezvous point. He found what he was looking for and approached the shop.
"Finally, the café. Now I just have to find a priest" Before Kira had the opportunity to look around he heard a man in front of him speak.
"Excuse me"
Kira looked over his shoulder to look for the person the man was addressing but found no one behind him. He turned to face the speaker once more. Was the man talking to him?
"Yes, you. I believe you have a message for me" The man pointed directly at Kira and shot him a wink. There was no longer any doubt in his mind this was the person he was supposed to meet. Kira circled him like a shark while looking him up and down.
"You are Momoko's friend, right?" The priest raised an eyebrow seemingly unbothered by having his personal space invaded.
"That's me. I expected you to be a lot... Older" Kira stopped and faced the priest taking a very good look at his face. The priest's white hair was swept to the side boyishly and instead of religious attire, he wore an off the shoulder tunic with a golden cross belt. He looked like he was in his mid 20's.
"Oh, believe me, I am old enough, I just moisturize. Now the code word, if you please"
"Right. Poveglia".
The priest gave Kira a large smile and clapped his hands excitedly.
"Welcome …?"
"Yoshikage"
"Yoshikage! I am Father Pomodoro Fastidio"
Fastidio extended a hand towards Kira who did not shake and instead chose to continue to stare him down.
"Quick question are you-"
"Dead? No."
"I don't really care about that. What I was going to say was "are you the one who I will be working for""
As he had finished that last sentence, a man on the nearest table started coughing loudly. He wore what looked like an extremely expensive suit and had long pink hair neatly held back with a loose ponytail. The priest continued speaking completely disregarding the choking.
"Oh goodness no, I'm simply a helper. I must say you arrived at the perfect time"
The coughing grew louder as the man began thrashing around gathering attention from other patrons. Kira could hardly hear the priest over all the noise.
"You see my friend has a bit of a predicament and he could really use someone in your line of work to.. Er.. help him sort it out"
"So I'm going to be working for a friend of a friend of a friend?" Asked Kira, growing increasingly more irritated with the background noise and everyone’s use of the word ‘friend’.
Other patrons started yelling to call the paramedics. The choking man clawed desperately at his throat in a last attempt to breathe. His lips had turned completely blue and his face was contorted in panic. His mouth foamed and his eyes began rolling to the back of his head.
"And just who is this friend ?" Kira was practically yelling in order to be heard at this point.
Fastidio's face lit up with excitement.
"Him" the priest look pointed at the choking man just as his head slammed against the table and dropped dead.
#kiravolo#diavolo x kira#kiraboss#Yoshikage Kira#diavolo#deadmans q#dmq#jjba#jojo ships#jojo bizzare#jojo rare ship
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Trick or treat!
You get a TREAT!
Okay. Story time.
(Stories have been both tricks and treats by now but who even keeps track. Believe me, this one is definitely a treat.)
It was August 2018 (yes, the timeline is going to be important. I only remember it though because I looked it up in my journal) when I had a dream. The dream was I had to go back in time and relive a part of my life when I was about 13 years old (No don’t ask me about this part I have no explanation for it either). I was still living back in my hometown, and precisely during this period of my life, I got acquainted with this guy, who owned an antiquity store like two streets down from where I lived (the store doesn’t exist in real life, only in my dream-memory, but the street does). This is not out of character for me as I’m obsessed with antiques and flea markets IRL and I would often visit them still when I have the time and means. It very likely could have happened.
The owner of this particular store was an indescribably peculiar character. He had the fashion sense of a 18th century vampire who last left his castle in the 70s and no one has told him in the meantime that that era has already ended. The framework of this dream was surprisingly realistic for the most part, so I didn’t think he was a vampire, but I did have a suspicion that something about his age just doesn’t quite add up. His hair was white as snow, even though based on the rest of his appearance he rather looked like someone who is not a day older than fifty, just maybe smoked a lot or once led a very stressful life; and he always walked with a cane which I doubted he truly needed, as he seemed extremely spry and energetic, even flexible, at all times.
Oh, and he looked like this.
It’s hard to find one thing about him that didn’t seem odd. Most of the things he would say were bafflingly cryptic. Never did I once see him take his glasses off, nor did I ever see him coming or going anywhere - whenever we would meet in the open, he would just sorta appear in the vicinity while I wasn’t looking or at the turn of a corner.
So he was extremely eccentric, surely, but once you gave him a chance it was hard to say anything bad about him really. I found him an endlessly amusing character with a good heart that very few cared enough to discover. If people even bothered with him, they seemed somewhat respectfully, yet suspiciously wary of him; but I thought that was because he was so obviously queer and outrageously bougie that these two things merged together in people’s minds resulting in a weird mix of disgusted shunning and envious reverence as a reaction. I was under the impression that he must be extremely loaded because he looked rich enough not to care what people think, and the whole antiques business seemed very much like a side gig. I barely even remember anyone else even walking into his dusty, stuffy shop other than myself where I would frequently hang out when I had the time, until I eventually moved out of town to go to university, after which we never met again.
That is to say, until I went back in the past for some reason.
I did not just time travel but literally skip backwards in time, being a younger version of me in the flesh but same old me in mind. I was walking up this street (which exists in real life too) not too far from the abovementioned shop, on my way to do something that seemed way more relevant to the plot of the dream but funnily enough I don’t remember at all - when suddenly I saw him, walking down in the opposite direction (even though just a moment before I didn’t see him where I should have) and since I already had all the knowledge I didn’t have when I was 13 but I have now, the memories that my dream planted in my mind immediately flooded my brain, and as I put two and two together, I screamed out loud in the open street:
“LOKI?! WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT WAS YOU!”
He stopped dead in his tracks for a second, even a bit startled, and looked around as if he had heard the voice but not known where it came from. I ran towards him and he finally noticed, his steps gradually slowing down as we approached - and as we saw eye to eye, he slowly raised a hand, and did this:
Besides the fact that there was a confirmation embedded in the dream that yes, Loki really was here in my life before I knew who it really was - and now I know how that could have been possible - to this day I still wonder whether he was trolling me about good omens (2019) almost a whole year before it came out
#AND THEN I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE SHEOGORATH VIBES YET#it has been confirmed he is a bougie god#lokean#loki*#loki#lokideity#trick or treat game#edderkopper#sithi's posts#sithi's home for imaginary friends
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Last time (and the time before that) when my players played dnd:
Part 1:
They left their old lady slug teammate to die in the gullet of a goldfish
The teammate left to die tried to go through the digestive system, failed, and then slipped out of the corner of the fish’s mouth
When she swam back to shore, she only found half the team there as the other half went to collect their reward
Her and the human teammate argue before the one who didn’t get eaten stormed off
The youngerslug who remained with the eaten one cartwheeled back to the ship with her... slug team....
The ones who left to get the reward couldn’t collect it because the prince is 12 and needs his mom’s permission
So they raided his fridge and ate fried chicken and carrots until the one who had the argument showed up
They discuss what they’re going to do next, and collect the money from the empress
They summon the ship to autopilot to where they are, which makes the ship take off right when the two slugs arrived at the location where the ship is
When they all meetup again, they barely say goodbye to the prince and then take off to go back to headquarters
The slug who got eaten gets an apology from the one who argued with her
After deciding that this was horribly exhausting, both of them go to their respective rooms
The remaining slug teammate sits in the kitchen and the giant robot rabbit stands next to her and just stares at her awkwardly
The lizard remembers that someone has to fly the ship so he takes the pilots seat
He ignores the emails from his supervisor
And realizes they need gas
Instead of landing at any planet they passed which could’ve had gas, or relanding and just getting gas on the planet they were on, he decides to take them to an asteroid gas station
But there’s a flea market there so no harm no foul
But the landing was super rough so everyone emerges to see what’s going on
The lizard takes off his hat and ties his bandana around his head to disguise himself from the burger bandits who caused him to lose his last team
Him and the younger slug leave the ship to get gas but the younger slug immediately bolts to the flea market tables
The old lady slug goes outside to rub her hands on the dirty handles of the gas station pumps
The rabbit robot realizes that the lizard is alone and runs out to guard him
The young slug decides to buy MLP comic books from a flea market stand
But doesn’t have a phone to pay (an apple pay society...............)
She runs to the ship to beg the only one on the team to pay for her comics... the human....
The human is answering emails from their supervisor to come back when the slug puppy dog eyes her into buying the comics for her
As they’re leaving the ship, they see the old slug screaming and running onto the ship, which causes the human to turn around and investigate what’s going on with that
Which leaves the young slug embarassed when she again has nothing to pay for the comic books
The old slug tells the human that her brother who killed her granddaughter is here and he has to die for what he did
She grabs her cane and the human is on board because “i understand wanting vengance on a family member”
They march out while the young slug is puppy dog eyeing the lizard for a favor and leads him to the comic books
He realizes he doesn’t have a way to pay, because he lost his phone when he lost his last team, and goes to find the human
Which leads the young slug to be embarassed for a third time in 4 minutes
The human and the old slug start harassing the table vendor where the slug last saw her brother, including trying to grapple him and failing
They look at the parking lot for his ship, which is described as looking like “a little asshole” and obviously find nothing that looks like that....
They realize they’re getting no where and go into the convenience store to harass the clerk
Who is a light-being named Chad
Who doesn’t know anything about the brother
The lizard comes back to the rabbit to see that the gas is almost $300....
And hops onto the rabbit to go find the human
They launch into the air, which drops the lizard onto the asphalt and the rabbit bangs into the metal overhang on the pumps
They realize they should just walk to the convenience store
While the young slug is shaking in embarassment, trying to get the vendor to just give her the comic books, the brother in question of the older slug appears and pays for the comics for her
She follows him to his car and asks him why he did that and he said to just be kind
She asks if he knows the older slug and he says he might if she knows the last name, but she had forgotten it
He tells her that if it is her sister then to call him, and they realize it is his sister so he gives the young slug a gift to give to his sister
And then he takes off
The group realizes they need to pay for gas and while walking back to the ship they see the young slug looking up at the sky as a ship hyperjumps away
After some hestation, she gives the older slug the gift, which is memorabilia from a legendary death-racer that the older slug admires
The older slug is extremely confused because her brother is an asshole
“What kind of game is he playing...”
The others ask what happened and she explains that her brother killed sweet baby jane, her granddaughter, years ago and she has been trying to bring justice since
They all decide they’re going to go kill him but need guns, which they don’t have
The human states “i know a guy” and they skip, hop, march, slither, and fucking walk onto the ship
Part 2:
They get on the ship and the human stops the cheering for murder by asking the older slug to explain in more detail about what happened so they can really help her
The older slug says, “About 5 years ago, my granddaughter, Sweet Baby Jane, the only person who taught me to care about anyone in the world, died.
“My brother, Blagart, is a raging alcoholic. And in the peak of his alcoholism, he got severely drunk one night. Sweet Baby Jane was sleeping on a chair, and Blagart came in, drunk and raging. He approached the chair...
“And sat on Sweet Baby Jane. Killing her.”
Cue the human trying not to laugh, the young slug bursting out laughing, and the lizard howling. The rabbit is a robot and he takes everything seriously.
The older slug realizes that they think this tragedy is a joke and says “You all can rot, I’m going to knit.”
They compose themselves and decide that they should talk to their supervisor to see if they can get help on avenging Sweet Baby Jane
The human tries to research and only finds a song called Sweet Baby Jane
They hyperjump the ship back to headquarters, which causes the lizard to fly back
The robot tries to catch him but overestimates his strength and bats him like a tennis ball
They land the ship and wander to their supervisor’s room
And she isn’t there
They realize it’s lunch time
The young slug goes into their supervisor’s chair and spins in it until she gets super dizzy and almost pukes
The lizard and the robot try to hack the supervisor’s password but they end up locking her out of her own computer
Somehow they get to talking about how their supervisor eats her lunch alone in the bathroom
The lizard recruits the human to take him to the vending machine because she has the money
The robot feels embarassed of locking the computer and stands in the corner
The old slug leaves the office and follows the human and the lizard and the young slug goes in the opposite directions
The human, lizard, and old slug find a small break room with vending machines and buy cookies and gummy bears
They tell the old slug that they’ll just call her, and the old slug decides to just try to find the cafeteria
The young slug runs into their supervisor who is carrying her lunch back to her office
They walk back to the office and the supervisor asks the rabbit what he’s doing standing in the corner
He admits that he was trying to hack the computer, and when the supervisor says that he can’t do that they start to argue before she decides to agree to disagree with him
She asks what happened with the last mission and the young slug and robot try to explain
The lizard and the human come
And they proceed to beg, whine, and harass the supervisor to let them go hunt blagart, to which she keeps saying “no” to them
The lizard hops onto her desk and rolls around throwing a tantrum
The young slug steals his gummy bears while he’s doing that
The robot almost starts throwing a tantrum too to follow the lizard’s lead but the supervisor stops it
The human tries to plead and the supervisor cuts her off and says no
The lizard realizes they’re getting nowhere with her and whispers to the human “you know someone, right?”
Suddenly, the older slug, transformed into a marylin monroe drawn from memory appears
She found the cafeteria and tried to find the supervisor by asking some workers but they barely know her, to which she tried to transform into marylin monroe but failed and gave up and decided to come back
She settles down into a chair and transforms her hand into a martini glass to sip from as she tells her whole story to the supervisor from being eaten by a goldfish to seeing her brother
She decides that she isn’t going to pursue her brother and wants to take the next mission
The supervisor dismisses them on that and tells them that they should probably eat before their next mission
They all go to the cafeteria and the lizard is asking the human about the contact
The human states that she said that as a last resort and doesn’t want to use it unless she absolutely has to
The lizard decides that he’s going to get a weapon somehow, and goes into the circuit board on the rabbit’s head
He tries and fails to make the rabbit a weapon, and instead gives him a more full spectrum of emotions
To which he gets angry and launches the lizard across the cafeteria
Luckily not many people are left in there because lunch is almost over
The group decides to get lunch, the human fish and chips, the lizard pink alien goop, the young slug gets yellow alien goop, the old slug is okay with just sliding around the dirty floor, and the rabbit takes all the carrots he can grab and immediately eats all of them before paying while the lunch lady tries to stop him
The total ended up being $63...............
They eat lunch and try to decide what they’ll do next
The human makes a racist statement about their supervisor having green skin, and anyone remaining in the lunch room decides to leave
The rabbit and the lizard decide to play an aggressive version of tag while the rest are eating
At first the young slug wanted to play until she saw the rabbit push the lizard so hard that he launched across the room, and then she sat down
The old slug stops them from playing tag and they all rally to the ship
They open their mission document and see that the people they’re helping next are aliens the only three mouths on their face, wings attached to their arms, and dull spikes protruding from under their skin
The human gets disgusted by them, thus really labeling her as a racist
They hyperjump to the planet, everyone buckled in this time so no one got flung around, and they arrive at a planet double the size of jupiter
They type in the coordinates and land outside of a city
They realize it’s extremely humid here and most of them actually really like that weather
While walking to the location of where they’ll be meeting the client, the lizard and the rabbit play ispy
They arrive at the front door of the house
And we ended there
#woo this took a lot#it ended up being two transition episodes within four days of each other so i decided to wait to type them both up#didn't realize they did so much with these transition sessions!!#wod#dnd#ttrpg#for my dnd group
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381. It Came From the Daily Show: one episode from August 1999, and one from September 1999
(June and July here)
August 26, 1999
I have a treat for the episode for August -- I uploaded my vhs copy of it!
By August, Jon is still walking to his desk at the beginning of the show -- I still can’t remember when he stopped doing this. Jon has to get through the show quickly tonight, it’s their back to school episode, and he has to go out and buy notebooks, binders, and toughskins. Sometimes he chafes! Ya’ll are like what on earth are toughskins? Toughskins were these ugly pants for kids that Sears used to sell in their catalog back in the day. They were supposed to be more durable, but I can’t imagine they were very flexible. Here’s a commercial.
Headlines - Pilot to Coke-Pilot : American Airlines employees caught smuggling cocaine. There may of been an incident of cocaine leaking out onto the food in a food cart...”resulting in an entire coach section running up and down the aisles with sandwiches held aloft screaming, ‘WOO-HOO! HAM AND CHEESE! YEAH!’.”
American Airlines had to change their slogan:
Clinton Vacation Diaries: Day 5 - Bill is on vacation golfing at Martha’s Vineyard. People were watching him and began singing “God Bless America”, which is creepy.
Tough Glove - Little League World Series heats up. Kids from all over the world come to a little town in PA to learn new ways to call their teammates homophobic slurs. Hey, Jon said it, I didn’t. Winners will either be sent to their rooms ... or their looms depending on where they are from. This is one of the crueler segments that I’ve covered from this series, and something Jon and crew got away from come late ‘99 and into 2000.
Correspondent Piece - Stilt Stalkings: Stephen Colbert interviews Uncle Sam who says that his ex wife is stalking him. “I want you to leave me alone!” he says.
Stephen: Did you ever go through his garbage?
Ex-wife: no....
Stephen: Good, because he peed all over it.
After commercials, Jon asks, “...is it a bad sign if someone in the audience says to me, ‘GET IN MAH BELLY!’?”
Other News - Going Going, Gun : “Los Angeles bans gun sales at gun shows. Gun Lobbyists say, ‘gun shows don’t kill people, people shows kill people.’”
Interview - Nia Long: I usually skip the interview in these entries, due to time constraints, but this one is special. Nia teaches Jon what a ho bag is. Nia lost her luggage three times on this promotional tour. However, she says that he mother always told her “no matter where you go, always carry your ho-bag”.
Nia: you know, your toothbrush, your condoms, a clean pair of underwear, your protein drink...
Jon: My apartment is a ho-bag!
Jon was just reading Family Circus.
This Just In - Nice Cans: Campbells introduces a new soup label. Because that was news in 1999. I love this stupid thing so much, Jon and Crew makes something as trivial as soup funny. This was the Daily Show I loved for years that sadly went away.
“Many say collectors will be rushing out to stores to buy the old cans, and place them on a trophy shelf alongside the bittersweet dream that was Crystal Pepsi.”
“The new label also features a photo of soup in a bowl, which will come as a revelation to the millions of consumers who up until new always ate their soup of out a hat!”
I actually remember those new labels, haha. The Campbells can had stayed the same all my life until then. So when that changes, you notice it.
Out at the Movies - Summer, 1999 wrap up: Jon says in the introduction that Frank will tell us why the Summer of 1999 movies went so “horribly, horribly wrong” -- but I’ve read articles where people declare 1999 as one of the best years for movies. Maybe 20 years ago, people were focused on the disappointment of The Phantom Menace, and Eyes Wide Shut? I mean, in the How Did this Get Made podcast episode about Lawnmower Man, Jason Mantzoukas even says that he CRIED when he saw how bad Phantom Menace was.
[from my hometown newspaper, Daily Press]
September 30, 1999 -- I uploaded this one from my old tapes too.
Here we are, bby. This is one of my all time favorite episodes. Jon learns all about Garth Brooks’ alter ego, Chris Gaines. Oh boy, Chris Gaines. Garth Brooks like, wanted to be a rock n roll star, and star in a movie or something so he created this character named Chris Gaines? Garth even went to make believe land, and gave him a whole backstory. I remember one was his mom or his dad coached swimming in Australia? There was even a faux Behind the Music on VH1 about Chris and how his bandmates died?! It was seriously one of the dumbest things from 1999. By the way, The Lamb never became a movie.
Headlines - Alter Egomaniac: Garth puts on a TV concert of his alter ego, but he performs on stage as Garth? Will he ask himself for an autograph of Chris Gaines?
I found the entire interview that played in between songs for the special, including the music video for Chris’ first band Crush (because that’s an original name for a band). Garth is totally lost in Chris Gaines when he’s explaining the faux musical video. You have to watch it. The bizarre “did you know?” about Chris’ fictional life are also in the clip. Was this music video made for the movie that never got off the ground? So many unanswered questions.
Jon says we can’t care about this stuff because CHRIS DOESN’T EXIST.
Media Responsibility - The correspondents are here to criticize the media. Yada Yada, this is all Chyron jokes:
It also includes a clip of a guy in a bullfight where his pants were removed by the bull. Classic Daily Show clip.
Stephen Colbert has to go freak on some bones? I wanna know where that shower was. Is it the one in Jon’s dressing room? Did they got to a co-workers apartment just for that shower scene?
Ooh! This episode has its commercials intact! There’s gonna be an SNL marathon Friday night in honor of Superstar. Also, a Phantom Menace Playstation game came out about four months too late.
Other News - Web of Receipts: amazon.com becomes an internet flea market with the launch of z shops. They’re gonna offer more than just books n cds. e.
(the interview is missing from my clip)
Out at the Movies with Frank DeCaro: For the Love of the Game - My boy Frank didn’t like it. Kelly Preston looks like Lisa Loeb, Kevin Costner has a bunch of crow’s feet.
“Isn’t this a long way to go just for a full head of hair?”
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