#i just wanna know how to date a ghost goat

[pityroadart]

Here's my piece for the @mcspirkevents Big Bang! I was paired with the excellent @twinkboimler and their fic Jim Kirk's Guide to Delivering the Goods, which you can find here (E, AOS McSpirk, 60k)

Summer just started, and Jim is bored out of his mind. The courses he needs to take aren’t being offered until the second half of the summer, so he has an entire month to bother his roommate Bones. At Bones’ suggestion to get a job, Jim fixes up a motorbike and starts making deliveries to people in town, including a cute Vulcan professor named Spock. But when Jim is beaten up while making a delivery, it’s Spock who delivers Jim back to the apartment he shares with Bones. After the meet-cute from hell, Spock and Bones start dating… and so do Jim and Spock. With neither roommate aware they’re both dating the same man, there’s only so long that things can go well for them before the other shoe finally drops.

Also as part of my Big Bang offerings, I made a fic playlist (below) — partly a love letter to McSpirk, partly a love letter to myself and Fletcher's overlapping music taste.

Thank you again to Fletcher @twinkboimler for working on this project with me, it's been an absolute joy!

Until the Birds Return on Spotify

Tracks and choice lyrics below the cut (contains vague spoilers):

Astronaut | Future Crib

I wanna be an astronaut Fly into space I wanna see Mars from Venus I wanna go to that place And if you come with me They'll be room in my ship I'll take you up there with me It can be just you and me

Afraid of Heights | boygenius

I never rode a motorcycle I never smoked a cigarette I wanna live a vibrant life But I wanna die a boring death

Day by Day | Old Sea Brigade

Time and time again, I think I'm falling through space And I wake up in my bed just sweating in sheets

... Then I think of you growing old and it breaks my heart

Factories | Autoheart

When you found my body by the lake You wasn't sure if I was still alive

You and Your Friend | Snake River Conspiracy

Must we go run through our lives with our eyes closed To the loving happiness that we can share I think I'm in love with you and your friend

My Gal, My Guy | Darlingside

My (guy) he's the bluest ocean, (he) Waits under the bluest sky for me I belong to (him) When I'm in the water

Santa Fe | Autoheart

Heaven sent You were like a present I should not have kept A sticker on your forehead saying 'breakable And I broke you bad

Coat on a Hook | The National

Two days, we're still not talking You're the opposite of an open book Come back for me

Top to Toe | Fenne Lily

So I'm changing all my days To make your nights It's just not right

Pigeon Song | Patrick Wolf

Now the pigeons gather 'round my feeding hand And we talk 'til the evening fades I have learnt how it goes What you wait for never shows And what you least wanted, holds you down like a stone

Hornets | The National

But I don't wanna leave And I don't wanna hide I just don't wanna run Into you tonight

Tea, Milk & Honey | Oh Pep!

If you stick with me, I'll make sure your time is all right If you don't understand where I am now, it's better if we leave it

The Spiritual | Jukebox the Ghost

We might have kissed a bit too soon I could feel what was coming and I didn't mean to hurry you I just knew that time would find our fingers linked, through and through Forgive me, I'm human too

Bike Dream | Rostam

Two boys, one to kiss your neck And one to bring you breakfast Get you out of bed

Don't Go | Yazoo

Can't stop now Don't you know I ain't never gonna let you go

Jenny | The Mountain Goats

I hopped on back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you I sank my face into your hair And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could You were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on 900 cc's of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest

Old Old Fashioned | Josh Ritter (Frightened Rabbit cover)

Oh let's get old fashioned Back to how things used to be If I get old, old fashioned Would you get old, old fashioned with me?

[boxbugdotcom]

I TOLD you all my last post wouldn't be the last I rambled about the Buttercubs band AU. I wanna talk about some of the characters more because they will NOT leave my brain !!!! (As I mentioned, this isn't just my AU, fellow creators will be tagged at the bottom)

Specifically I wanna talk about Doc. I mentioned him briefly last post, and even though this AU focuses mainly on the Buttercubs, a LOT (if not all) of the side characters have their own storylines and arcs and are just generally all fleshed out really well. I won't list all of the characters here lol, mainly because there's a lot and more might be added as time goes, plus I've got a big ol' google doc I'm working on organizing, but a character list will be made eventually!!

Anyways. Doc. In this, as mentioned, Doc is a goat/creeper hybrid. One of his arms is mechanical and so is, like, most of the left half of his face. He's also SCARILY tall, coming in at like, 7 feet tall, about. He's got sharp canines and he's hard to read and he's just weird. He doesn't know how to express emotions well, he has bad tone control, he has a hard time being vulnerable. Most of this comes from just.... being how he is. The world isn't kind to different things, especially when that thing was born with sharp teeth and horns. Maybe in subtle ways, maybe in obvious ways, the world has always reminded Doc that he's not like them. He's different and Other, even when he was a kid and he wasn't half machine he was still odd. He made creeper sounds when upset, he gnawed on things that he shouldn't have (cans, wood, cloth, etc. He IS part goat, after all), he stared and smiled with all his teeth. My point is, he's spent nearly all his life being Othered, and then suddenly he's half machine, and it all gets worse, because he's not Human (that's been made abundantly clear to him), he's not Machine, he's some ugly mix of the two that people only call monsterous. And maybe he's fine with it, or he tells himself he is, because he's acted okay with it for this long- he even leans into it a LOT.

But that's so distinctly not what Doc wants. Sure, he doesn't get bothered when someone says it, but late at night, in the moments he won't tell anyone about, he does wish he could just be... soft. It's all he wants; Doc isn't scared of murderers or ghosts or anything ordinary quite as much as he's scared of how badly he wants to be soft. And, if you remember, I mentioned that he and Grian dated for a few months while they were in Uni (which I could make a whole post about that era on its own). And it wasn't... great... for them, to say the least. Not that they were abusive or anything like that! They just both had undiagnosed/untreated bpd and that heavily influenced the relationship. Doc wanted (still wants) something steady and strong and stable and gentle and domestic, he wants his love to feel slow and warm and dependable. But he'd never gotten that, so this was brand-new to him and he had no frame of reference. Grian, at the time, was going through hell and back because of his family, and the only two things keeping him even remotely stable/grounded was Mumbo (because Mumbo was always going to be there for Grian, no matter what) and Uni, and Grian was clingy and needy because all of the love he had experience in the past was ripped away. And then Grian met Doc, someone who matched his intense energy, and they collieded in a firey explosion of messy emotions and unhealthy attachments. Grian would collapse, sobbing, into Doc's arms, tearing into him with claws because that's the only way Grian felt secure, and Doc would hold on tight and talk him down despite the nagging feeling that this wasn't right. And Grian's avoidant-attachment issues were acting up, so all he could do was hold Doc's hand and keep him at arms length. And when it finally ends, Doc never blames Grian, and it all goes inward, and he sits there and he wonders if, maybe, if he'd been different, if he'd been anyone else, if he'd been better, maybe it would have turned out okay. Maybe that was what love was supposed to be like! This was all Doc had experienced in the way of love, so maybe it was all like this, this was all he could get, this was the best it ever got.

That was years ago. Now, they're both doing well for themselves- better, anyways. As well as they can be, of course. Grian's with his band, and Doc... well, Doc sort of stopped looking for anything after Uni. He focused on his redstone, his music, anything other than what happened and finding something better. He and Grian are still friends, they're close, Doc is friends with all the Buttercubs at this point. Then, Doc meets Ren. He's not sure when, or how. He just knows that there was life before Ren, then life with Ren. He can't remember the in-between period. And Ren is made of soft ears and hands and he's social and kind and funny and interesting. And Doc... well, he's Doc, he's made of sharp teeth and claws and horns and it doesn't matter that Ren wiggled his way into Doc's heart like it was nothing, because what's the point of doing anything about his little crush? He only borught it up at all because Grian pushed him to. And! Ren feels the same! And Doc wants, more than anything, he wants to make this work. It's about someone who's been told they're a monster all their life, who's begun to lean into it because if the world will flinch when you smile then why try and fight it? It's about the monster meeting someone who's not scared, who should be scared because everyone else has always been, but they are not and they see the world in this person. It's about soft paws holding deadly claws and realizing that the paws have claws too. It's about realizing that if someone like this, someone as beautiful as this can love you as you are, then maybe it doesn't matter what the world has thought. It's about finding someone who has sharp teeth and doesn't flinch when you smile.

(fellow au creators: @las--nevadas @pndrax)

[iwant-fuitgummi]

Liyue Headcanons pt. 2! (pt. 1 here)

Beidou

she/they

35

Cisgender Woman, Lesbian

Married to Ningguang

Family: Kazuha (FF Son), Xinyan (FF Daughter), Yaoyao (FF Daughter)

Best Friend: Ganyu

Beidou has a large lightning scar over her left eye from her battle with Haishan.

They see Yaoyao as their daughter.

Beidou and Ganyu are actually best friends in canon! Beidou's "About Ganyu" line says that the two of them "get on like a house on fire", they just don't talk about it much due to their reputations.

They hang out with Thoma whenever they're in Inazuma. They're best buds! Beidou brings him souvenirs from Dornman Port to remind him of Mondstadt.

Beidou and Ningguang exchange letters via Beidou's Red Vulture (yes, she tamed one). The vulture, Xun, is a regular sight in the skies of Liyue due to the amount of time Beidou's at sea.

She has a Devon Rex named Yijun. She reminds Beidou of Ningguang due to her affectionate personality (which is reserved for beidou only). Yijun only really lets Beidou and Yaoyao near her.

EXTREMELY built. Buff Beidou real.

This is already canon, but short people aren't allowed to drink on the Alcor. Sorry Kazuha.

She wears braces on her arms.

Both legs were amputated at the knee due to sailing accidents and battles. She wears those thigh high boots to disguise it.

Literal local legend in Liyue.

Ganyu

they/she

~25 (physically), 3000+

Agender, Asexual, Lesbian

Dating Keqing

Family: Zhongli (FF Dad), Cloud Retainer (FF Mom), Shenhe (FF Sister), Xiao (FF Brother)

Best Friend: Beidou

I gave them goat ears because they deserves cute fluffy ears :(

I put snowflakes in her hair. Her vision starts to act up when she falls asleep and it begins to snow around her. There's a lot of snow, due to her narcolepsy.

Beidou and Ganyu are actually best friends in canon! Ganyu's "About Beidou" line says that she gets super angry when people talk crap about Beidou and has to restrain herself from snapping. They just don't talk about it much due to their reputations.

Narcoleptic 100%. She falls asleep in meetings all the time, but Keqing takes excessive notes to keep her updated on what she missed.

Qiqi gives them herbs whenever she sees them. All she knows is that Ganyu likes them, and Qiqi wants people to be happy.

Shenhe

she/they/he/one

31

Cassgender, Pomosexual

Family: Cloud Retainer (FF Mom), Ganyu (FF Sister), Chongyun (Nephew)

Best Friend: Traveler

Autism.

tbh I don't think about Shenhe like at all. I'm still holding a grudge from when she tried to ruin my pity for Baizhu.

Hu Tao

she/they/he/it/boo

22

Xenogender, Aroace

Family: Zhongli (FF Dad), Xiao (FF Brother)

Best Friend: Yanfei

They briefly dated Yanfei before realizing they were Aroace.

Has ADHD. She gets bored really easily and her office is full of fidget toys that Zhongli bought for her. They're all ghost themed :3

He rarely sleeps. Since he can see ghosts, he sees them out of the corner of his eyes when he's trying to sleep.

Boo has two pet dogs. A Chow Chow named Chun Hua, and a Pekingese named Yinyue. Boo got Yinyue first, since she could also see ghosts. Then, boo got Chun Hua to keep Yinyue company when boo was away.

Keqing

she/they

25

Demigirl, Lesbian

Dating Ganyu

Family: Xinyan (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Ganyu

She sees Xinyan as a little sister. She likes her music and ensures that all of her concerts get approved, no matter what others say.

I'm sorry but I forget she exists like 90% of the time :(

Yelan

she/her

29

Cisgender Woman, Panromantic, Homosexual

Family: ?

Best Friend: Ningguang

She has a huge crush on Ningguang, but she doesn't wanna mess with her happy marriage...she has considered asking Beidou and Ningguang how they feel about polyamory, though.

Playfully flirts with Shenhe, but they don't realize that's what she's doing. She also invites them to Qixing events as her plus one sometimes.

I don't have many Yelan thoughts I'm sorry

Yun Jin

she/her

20

Transgender Woman, Asexual, Panromantic

Family: Yun-Han Opera Troupe, Yaoyao (FF Sister)

Best Friends: Xinyan, Xiangling

I gave her more makeup, referencing Chinese opera singers.

Helped Xiangling teach Yaoyao learn how to use a polearm.

She sneaks out of the Opera House to hang out with Xiangling and Xinyan. She also helps promote Xinyan's shows, despite the difference in their genres.

Dances with Shenhe and helps her learn how to converse in a formal setting, just in case she needs to go to a Qixing event with Yelan.

Yanfei

he/she

23

Bigender, Aromantic, Bisexual

Family: Madam Ping (FF Grandmother)

Best Friend: Hu Tao

She briefly dated Hu Tao before realizing she was aromantic.

She's pen pals with Shinobu, and often gives her tips on how to help the Arataki Gang avoid the Shogunate and its laws.

He has pretty bad hearing due to his horns practically coming out of his ears. There's a bell on his office door to help know when someone's there.

He has a pet cat named Piaoliang. She stays in his office and lets him know when there are visitors, since he often can't hear them. Piaoliang also has a bell on her collar to help Yanfei know when she's there.

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

TVTropes Associated With Each Doki Clip (Part 5)

Not A Morning Person

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Pikachuckled. “Hey, Mecha, excited for the picnic?”

“Yeah.” Mecha beamed.

“I know. Helen said there’s gonna be vegetarian options, and burgers and juicy hotdogs too.”

Mecha’s mouth was practically watering. “MAN. That’s gonna be good.”

“And maybe we can play after we eat. Just run in the grass or toss a frisbee, I think someone brought a baseball bat.”

Pika paused. 

“Take me out to the ball…game..” Mechabegan to sing, getting what was going on.

Dream Weaver

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“Hey YouTube, it’s ya boi, Glitchtrap.” Glitch whispered, camera set up in the kitchen. “It is currently 5:30 am on September 4th, 2024. And I am gonna make pancakes. What we’ll need is flour, baking powder, sugar, milk, butter, an egg, vanilla, chocolate chips and strawberries.”

Poopsie leapt on the counter, knocking the egg off.

*CRACK*

“Uh…maybe it’ll be just as good without the egg?”

*blep*

“God, Poopsie, you are so cute you’re adorable!”

Birthday Episode

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“Hang on a sec.” Cookielooked around.

“Hm? What now?” Booloogroaned.

“Is…Guy not coming?” Cookieasked.

Ellie sighed. “He is, he told me, he’s just taking a nap first.”

Avery put their hood up as they checked their phone.

“Are…you sure?” Cookiesounded nervous.

“Are you okay?” Booloo realized.

“You’re absolutely sure, right?” Cookie looked at Ellie.

“Why?” Ellie snarked.

Cookie smiled in relief. “Just double checking. I can set up that hotdog booth in peace and quiet, then!”

Trademark Favorite Food

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“Duh duh dun-dun-duh!” Natefinished, snapping everyone back to normal, just as their mics faded.

“…Nate...what happened?” Aiannarubbed her head.

“Wuzzat-YOU WILL NOT GO DOWN SO EASILY!” Roxanne threatened, striking a fighting pose.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Buzzasked as he looked around in confusion.

“You asked the wrong person.” Bob said as cartoon birds flew around him.

“I feel so weird and dizzy…” Glitchsaid.

Avery just inhaled and hugged Rose “I am so sorry, everyone.”

Companion Cube

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“Does either o’ ya wanna hear a Pirate Story?” asked Polly.

“That’ll be great.” Anne nodded.

“Yeah! Go for it!” Pearl cheered.

Polly nodded. “So, there we were! Brave, wreckless, slightly idiotic crew! Sailin’ the seven seas!”

“Mmmmph?” Wheeler grumbled a little.

Anne blushed. Go back to sleep please… she thought nervously.

Don't Wake the Sleeper

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Mrs. Kaine looked in. “Not the weirdest thing that’s happened today.”

Mr. Kaine blew into a noise maker, then waved.

Kandi waved back and signed ‘hi dad, we’ll be good while you and mom are on your date’.

‘I see you have a bunch of friends.’ Mr. Kaine sighed. ‘I know you’ll be good.’

“We will!” the Kaine siblings said in unison.

And with a smile, they left.

Blossom looked at the others. “Now remember, Cumin’s bedtime is 7.”

“You want to snuggle with Cumin?” Booloo asked.

“No, but I at least want him well rested for the New Year, as the oldest of 15.”

Yeah, Booloo had a hard time keeping track of how big Kandi’s family was.

“I meant to ask Sunny and Selene.”

“We’re not babies anymore.” Sunny sniffled.

“We’re gonna be five in January.” Selene explained.

New Year Has Come

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Ellie blinked. “Great…I get rainbows…”

“You can be a rainbow goat and no one can stop you.” Hino suggested. 

“…I CAN BE A RAINBOW GOAT.” Elliegeeked. “Plus I get to rainbow connection A FUCKING GHOST!”

She transformed into Niji.

“ALRIGHT! I NO LONGER LOOK LIKE A BLUEBERRY THREW UP ON ME! I LOOK LIKE I FELL IN THE RAINBOW FACTORY!”

She gained her goat traits- also rainbow themed.

Mecha winced. “My bad, I showed her the Creepypasta once.”

Rainbow Motif

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“There we go.” Natechuckled. “Let’s get ready to head back-”

“About that…” Kandi cut him off.

“What?” Nate asked.

“Maybe we can just drive around a bit?” Kandi asked. “Then we can figure out what to do?”

“I…guess.” Nate was suspicious. 

“Meh, feeling a bit tired after that lunch.” Buzzconfessed. “A brief drive around oughta do the trick. Rest AND digest.”

“Eh, whatever floats your boat, Mr. Lippman.” Ellie shrugged.

“Then let’s-” Kandi paused.

She looked over at Guy asleep on Booloo’s shoulder, jabbing at the seat in front of him. “Uh, Boo-Berry, you’re seeing this, right?”

Affectionate Nickname

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“Hell yes!” Gingerhugged Arianna. “Dark purple and lavender hair dye!”

“Agreed! But add some pink!”

“They’re almost 19, they’re old enough to dye their hair…” Glitchsighed. “Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Beat.

“Uh…on second thought, I better supervise them.” Glitchwinced.

“Good idea.” Ginger smiled.

“Yeah, first time and all.” Ariannachuckled.

Radley was curious as he looked at Ginger and Arianna. “Sounds like fun, can I watch?”

“You can watch.” Gingerconfirmed, ruffling Rad’s hair.

Sibling Team

---

It Runs in the Family

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Baby Talk

---

Glitch sighed. “Ginger Paisley Masterson-Schmitstenstien…”

“Hmm?” Ginger wondered.

“What DID you do with the hair dye AFTER you two did your hair?” they looked a bit nervous.

“We threw it away.” Gingersmiled.

“THEN we put in the trash bag and threw it in the can. Why?” Ariannalooked confused.

“Uh…about that…” Glitch sighed.

Serenity walked over with Radley, who had a large black streak of hair dye in his hair.

Full-Name Ultimatum

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“Thanks for the costumes, Grandpa Tippet.” Ginger smiled as she adjusted her hearing aid.

“Never a problem, dears.” Lord Tippet cooed as he helped put the finishing touches on a cowboy costume for 1 year old Skye. “There we go, young baby. You look quite dapper.”

Skye giggled and babbled as he played with the hat.

“I think he likes it.” Logan mused.

“He definitely likes it.” laughing, Glitch put Skye in the twin stroller. “Now, where oh where could Baby May and Little Rad be?”

“Glitch, Glitch!” five year old Radley ran over and hugged him, wrapped in toilet paper. “Look! I’m a mummy! Braaaaaaaaaaaaaains!”

“That’s for zombies.” Ginger sighed.

“Oh.”

“Ah!” 1 year old May crawled over.

Halloween Episode

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“Hey Booloo!” Avery waved.

“I know I said I was staying with the detectives for a week…but I heard it’s Fireworks Night.” Booloo stimmed. “So I came prepared. Headphones, snacks, Fluffy-”

Fluffy waved. “Evenin’, luvs.”

“-AND Robopika compact!”

Avery smiled. “Nice.”

Crazy-Prepared

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“…Where’s the others- did they leave to jinx Booloo without me?” Beat.

“…Oh…uh…” Wheeler sat up. “I mean-”

“WHAT?!” Natefacepalmed. “Charlie, spill it!”

“Uh oh…I’m boned…”

“HOW BONED?!?” “…yeah…good luck being Miraculous heroes for real this time…cause….” Wheelersweated. 

“You are lucky we are letting you off the hook THIS TIME!” Nate said. “You look like you genuinely don’t know where the other four are, nor did you realize you were blabbering about a jinx. We’re letting you off this once. So DON’T blow it!”

“Wha-”

Nate tossed them the Hino compact.

Wheeler looked around. “I have the weirdest feeling I’m still dreaming.”

That Was Not a Dream

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Early-Bird Cameo

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“Got any fives?” Nate asked as he, Bob, Aianna, Roxanne, Schmitty and Cookie were lounging in the breakroom.

“Go fish, you slut.” Cookie growled.

Nate groaned and picked up a card from the deck.

“Slow day here, today.” Bob noticed with a slight yawn. “Wish something exciting would happen…”

*WHOOM!* Serenity fell from the sky…

*WHOMP!* And six more people followed after her.

“I AM HERE!”

Exact Words

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“Awww…c'mere.” Hoshi hugged them, with Pixel joining in soon after.

“Thanks…” Avery muttered sadly. “I’m…”

“Whatever’s on your mind, you can tell us.” Pixel smiled.

“WHY TODAY, OF ALL FUCKING DAYS TO FUCKING GET SICK?! WHY TODAY?!”

“Hey Aviation, I get it. You’re in a shitty mood.”

“I’m trying NOT TO be in one. It’s hard. I mean…”

“I get it. ‘Funkle’ figure stuff.” Pixel nodded his head. 

“Whatever happens, Booloo needs you. Think of it as a chance to show how much you care about her. Or think of it as just part of life. That’s what I do, anyways.” Hoshi advised.

“Thanks, Hoshi.” Avery smiled a little.

Cooldown Hug

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“Oh! You just got screwed, player 2!” Buzz grinned in his sleep, unaware that he was Avery’s new drooling pillow.

Nate rolled his eyes. “Next was Color Bolt. She got out a DVD player and put on some movies that her own family would play during the pegasus’ sick days. Grace-”

“OH COME ON! YOU CAN’T RUN FOR SHIT!” Guy shouted in his sleep, waking Avery in the process.

“Any more interruptions?” Nate tried not to laugh.

“I don’t…think so…” Avery got on their phone, putting the volume to a minimum.

“Good. Now, Graceful Song decided to help Confetti Cake out by singing her a nice, soothing lullaby, something the unicorn’s mother would always sing to her to help her find slumber.” Nate continued. “Crispy Apple brought freshly made apple juice, as well as a ‘Get Well Soon, Mate’ card and a plush gray and white toy rabbit for the sickly Confetti Cake…”

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s a Dis-or-Dat!” Buzz laughed and rolled around as he slept, clearly having the best dream of his life.

Nate laughed some more before continuing “And the lovable Fauna Fae, she was kind enough to bring over a bunch of her favorite fables and bedtime stories for Confetti Cake to read once the fever cleared.”

“WOOO! 7/7, YOU ROCK, PLAYER 2!” Buzz laughed even more.

Guy laughed playfully as he slept “ALRIGHT! BACK IN THE GAME! I AM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD, YOU TASTE THE DIRT!”

“Dangit, can’t you two shut up and dream quietly?” Nate teased. “Anyways, as Confetti’s fever began to fade away-”

Talking in Your Sleep

[doctor-no-069]

Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it d-

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[thecameronchronicles]

Unmasked

TW: Dark(ish) Rafe. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: A bout of masked sex leads you to learn the identity of your partner is definitely not your boyfriend…

WORD COUNT:

Requested

Anonymous asked:

Heyyy!! I’m not 100% sure if ur doing requests at the moment, if u don’t I’m sorry😅

So my request is a Rafe x Reader smut, reader hates Rafe but Rafe is kind of obsessed with reader and always flirts with her even though she’s in a relationship with JJ, so he always tells her how much better he could be and how much better he would be in bed but reader normally just ignores him. Then on a Halloween party reader dresses up as something u can choose and her boyfriend JJ dresses up as Gostface from scream. At the party reader waits on JJ to come and join her at the party (she knows his costume), then a guy with goat face mask appears and in the end they both go in a bad room to fuck, ghostface leaves his mask on the entire time until the end when he takes it off and reader sees that under the mask wasn’t JJ, it was Rafe

U don’t have to write ans of that if ur not comfortable with that!!<3

Unmasked

The only reason you'd even shown up had been for Sarah. After yet another breakup, you were her shoulder to cry on. But unfortunately this also meant having to be around her brother, Rafe. A six foot two apathetic jackass who cared only for cocaine and tormenting you. This was usually in the form of one-sided banter of unrequited attraction as you had been happily dating JJ, who you were currently waiting for as none other than the devil himself stood across from you. 

"You do realize that if you dropped that pogue and stopped being so stubborn, you wouldn't always be pouting? Shit, you wouldn't even be walking..." 

You rolled your eyes at his relentless attempts to "claim" you as you seemed to be the only person in the collective Outer Banks of both kooks and pogues with enough brain cells to not fall for his momentary charm. You genuinely loathed him. He was cruel and selfish, entitled and slothful, ambitious to an aggressive fault-and he made you thankful to be with JJ...who STILL wasn't anywhere to be found. 

"You looking for a reason to ditch that halo?" He asked in reference to your angel costume as you turned away from him, but his stubbornness continued. 

"Looking for my boyfriend." You spoke with a hand on your hip. 

"Ghost face.." You spoke to yourself, managing to round the entire estate three times over and never quite finding him. Even those in attendance with the Billy Loomis alter-ego were only flickers of hope to his absence. It made you aggravated as you threw yourself onto the end of one of the lounge chairs as you estimated he had forgotten or simply chose not to come. It was the worst quality he had, and a constant downfall- his lack of reliability. Of course, when it truly mattered, he would be there. But he would still be late. And with this, you needed him here as you hated coming to Figure Eight in any context- 

Suddenly your eyes found him lingering within the house, costumed donned from head to toe with the faux mystery of a danger you were aware he would never inflict. 

"Was wondering if you chose beer with John B over me again..." You explained as he wouldn't talk, only shook his head back and forth before  you moved closer. 

"Don't wanna talk to me?" He shook his head no once more as his hands came to your hips. The wide grasp gluttonous as if he needed to touch every inch, as if he'd never do it again following this moment.  

"Oh no, Mister Ghostface, I am so very afraid...I'm gonna run away and into a bedroom all alone. I hope nobody takes advantage of me..." You leaned closer to him. 

“It would be so unfortunate since I'm not wearing any panties...It would be so easy for anyone to just-" Before you could tease another word, you were pulled through the party and into one of the many bedrooms within Tannyhill. 

The second the door closed, you reached for the mask as you were eager for his lips. Those talented and full lips always managing to make you forgive him. But you were rejected from this. Instead, he would only turn you towards rbe bed and take your own hand between your legs. 

"You want me to touch myself.?" He nodded, "Yeah? You like watching me get all wet for you before you make me come? Before I..mmmm" 

You were suddenly turned to your hands and knees, costume lifted enough to expose your bare ass to him as he undressed behind you. Your eyes came to the sight of him as he kept the mask on, taking his hand to the back of your neck as he used his arm along your spine to make you arch for him. 

But the second his cock was inside of you, it felt so different. He wasn't kind or sweet like he'd always been, even in his most violent bursts of passion. His hands would alway show some form of kindness. But this was lust. Pure, needy, and selfish lust. And you basked in it. 

"Fuck..." You groaned as he moved even faster, taking your hair tighter as you groaned, not a word spoken as you were only allowed grunts and grinds to interrupted the sound of your ass slapping to his hips. 

"I'm gonna come, J!" You finally belted as he was quick to take off his glove, skin to skin contact making your body shudder for a reason all your own as he pulled you to his chest. That momentary distraction now fleeting as your orgasm was too strong. The flicks on your clit and pressure of his cock was too much to focus on anything else. 

"I'm gonna- FUUUUUCCCKKK!" You sang, his hands turning you flat. He returned into you, a more intimate position hardened by the push of your ego against your chest. A position he didn't favor as he preferred your breasts and watching their buoyancy as he moved within you. But tonight he seemingly wanted more. 

He carried his fingers to your mouth, using them to silence you as you could just imagine the smirk across his face. You needed to see it, those dimples, the rise of full lips lifted in self-satisfaction. But as you tried, he would pin your hands to either side of your face and rush into you THAT much more. 

"JJ...please come inside me...I can't take it." He paused for only a second, rearranging you until you turned to fave the dresser on the wall beside the bed, ankles hooked around the back of hid left thigh, as he fucked you at this tight new angle. As you moaned beneath him, he lifted the leg closest to him until it sat over his shoulder. The grip made it possible to where you wouldn't have to do anything but bask in the overstimulation and rush of his cum as he groaned and grunted over you. 

"Oh my God..." You breathed, the space between your thighs aching in a way it never had before. Your body thoroughly satisfied. And you watched him lift the mask freely from his face as you waited to see that glib grimace across his face. But you wouldn’t find that, or even his dimples. 

"Rafe! What the-" Your legs were pulled tighter around his hips. 

"Told you, you'd be too sore to walk-" 

"Get the fuck off of me!" You cursed, disgusted with how he had taken advantage of the situation. 

"Now..." He moved onto his knees as you were on your elbows, marveling at the sight of him dragging you to the very edge of the bed, spitting unnecessary lubrication between your dripping and already abused pussy, all for the sake of you now having the sight as a memory. 

"You're gonna come when you don't have to pretend you didn't know it was me-" 

"I didn’t-" You defended as he scoffed. 

"You and I both know he's never fucked you like that...and now I'm gonna prove I can make you come anyway I want..." Your eyes rolled to the contact of his tongue to your clit. 

The truth was, you did know. You knew it the second he removed the glove, that signet ring having validated this. But you were too deeply rooted in bliss to care as you should have. And once again, you were too overwhelmed with how he made you feel to notice how you were being disloyal. 

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 02

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: you guys have been so extremely sweet with this new work i don’t even know how to thank you!! thank you so so much for supporting my writing, it always makes my day. i hope you enjoy xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Y/N was laying in her new room right stuck in between the guest and Gwen’s bedroom. It was a rather bleak room if she was being honest. The walls were all white in exception to one of them that like the entrance was covered in floor to ceiling windows. There was little to no furniture in exception for a king sized bed, a white chest of drawers and a wall embedded wardrobe where she had put most of her clothes already. 

She wondered why a man of such income would like to be surrounded by such bleak colours. From what she had noticed his whole place was decorated in shades of grey and black with the occasional beige and white. Sure, it looked lovely, sleek even, something worth of being in the cover of an architectural magazine, but it wasn’t a home. A home had warmth, lived in sheets, walls and floors, this house however was ... was ghosted, almost as if no one lived in it. 

Rolling onto the comfortable white sheets, she took the contract into her hands, looking at the lettering on the cover itself. Y/N fully understood why he wanted all his employees to have a binding legal document, what she didn’t expect was to see the first line constricted her breathing. “The individual agrees not to follow any legal action against the employer in any circumstance”, it read. This was definitely not what was she expecting. 

     - Y/N? - she shoved the contract under her sheets as Gwen’s voice sounded through the room, her head peaking through the opening of the door. - What are you up to?

    - Not much. How are you? Do you enjoy the new room? - Sebastian had put her in a different room from his, something she had expected but still found odd. They were to be married after all and despite it all being a business move and transaction, it was still a valid marriage. However, none of them seemed to eager to at least try and create some chemistry. 

    - Boring. I need a favour, though. Please and when you decide remember you’re my oldest and best friend since we were babies. - Y/N knew that face and she did not like it. It was the same face that got them both stranded in the Carribean because she just needed to get to know some guy from the opposite terminal before catching the plane. However, she also knew Gwen to be a great driving force of making her do things she didn’t exactly want to do, so she decided to nod her head yes, already overwhelmed with the move and the contract. - I need to head out for a few minutes, could you cover for me?

     - What ... where are you going? 

     - I have a date. - she cheekily entered the room, closing the door behind her after checking if someone was in the hall. The redhead sat in front of her, a childish grin on her face as if she were in high school going out with the captain of the football team. - And he’s really sweet.

     - Gwen, you’re engaged. - the big sapphire in her left hand’s third finger was all she could look at. Of course Y/N wanted to be happy for Gwen, she really did and she really shouldn’t put too much effort in the thought that she was going to get married, after all it was just a strategy, but her mind was screaming at her that it wasn’t right. - Don’t you wanna at least give it a go before you completely give up?

     - No, I wanna go out with Chuck. - she took her engagement ring off, placing it on Y/N’s white sheets. - Please cover for me, please.

     - What if Sebastian notices you’re gone?

    -  He won’t because you’ll cover for me, besides, he probably won’t even leave his office. Please, Y/N? - Y/N sighed. What was the use of saying no if she was gonna leave any other way? Besides, if she were right and Sebastian didn’t leave his office, it should be alright. Losing whatever piece of resolve she has in her, she let out a soft smile, nodding her head yes which led the redhead to hug her with a death like grip. - It’ll one be for a few hours. I owe you one.

     -  I’m pretty sure you’ve own me one since we were one. - Gwen let out a celebratory chuckle before grabbing her bag and leaving Y/N on her own once again. 

The whole house was constantly silent, almost as if all the employees were scared of making a sound which when it came to the demanding presence of their boss, she wondered if that was the case. The only disruption of silence that could be heard was the soft rain against the windows which was enough to lull her to sleep. She would’ve possibly remained asleep if it hadn’t been for a slight knock interrupting her slumber. She took her head off her pillow, confused as if she had slept for so long, Gwen had returned. Another knock made her get from the bed, sleep still in her eyes as she opened the door to come face to face with one of the dressed up employees. 

    - Miss Y/N, dinner is served.

    - Just Y/N please. 

    - I believe it would be more of Miss Forrest’s comfort if you were to inform her dinner is ready. 

    - Oh ... Miss Forrest ... she’s, she’s not feeling very well. 

    - Should we call a doctor?

    - No, it’s just ... you know, that time of the month. - Y/N had the most nervous smile on her face, but as the man heard that specific term, he scrunched his face for a few seconds before returning to his normal formal and stoic posture. Maybe she had gotten away with it. - I don’t think she’ll want any dinner.

    - Oh, alright, would you still like to have dinner, Miss Y/N? - he questioned. She was rather hungry, after all, all she had before coming in was dinner and after sleeping she always awake up feeling like snacking, therefore dinner sounded like a good idea. 

She followed the man into the kitchen that similarly to the rest of the house had the same simple yet modern design to it. The floors were in the same shade of marbled black with few specks of grey, the walls were white with a black wooden backsplash and one of them had the same full amount of windows which gave a beautiful view of the Upper East Side. There were various balconies connected to the walls but the biggest one was in the middle where some chairs were laid. 

Y/N watched as a woman, probably middle aged, set the table. Just like the man who had brought her to the kitchen, she was dressed in sleek, working clothes with her hair held in a perfect bun up-do. 

     - I hope you like goat cheese and bistro salad, m’am. - she set a beautifully prepared plate in front of Y/N as she took a seat in the table. - I can prepare you something if you don’t like it, m’am.

     - No, it’s beautiful, thank you so much. - yes, she was used to living in some sort of high fashion style due to the environment she had brought up with but this, this was different. This was expensive in all sorts, from how the employees dressed, to the way the food was presented. However, Y/N noticed that instead of being surrounded by other people eating like it would normally occur at her prior home, she was instead surrounded by staff watching her eat, no Sebastian in sight. - Is Mr. Stan not joining us for dinner?

     - Oh no, m’am, Mr. Stan eats in his office. - the woman replied. 

     - What about you guys? Don’t you wanna eat? 

     - It’s fine, m’am. We’ll eat after you finish. 

     - Alright ... - Y/N pushed her plate slightly away from her, turning on her chair so she could face the two staff who were now staring at her as if she were any sort of threat. - Where me and Miss Forrest were raised, staff is treated just as well as family members. I don’t know what orders you follow from Mr. Stan but when you deal with me or Miss Forrest, you sit down and have dinner with us if you wish. 

The dinner went a bit better after she gained some company. The staff was sweet, very professional still but sweet nevertheless. After dinner and fighting a bit with the woman named Anna so she could help with the dishes, Y/N decided to walk around the house. Gwen still hadn’t returned and despite her countless messages sent to her, they were seen but not replied to. Thankfully, Sebastian hadn’t left his office as promised which meant she only had to lie whenever any member of staff would ask if she needed something. 

The penthouse was pretty much a regular place with more rooms than she could ever imagine with some being locked and others being open and perfectly decorated yet seemed to be non inhabited. However, what had sparked her interest was the very last room she checked. The room’s wall except for one were filled with book shelves which were filled itself with endless amounts of books. She looked around, wondering if someone was spying on her, before entering the room, her hands grabbing the first book she saw. The Great Gatsby. It sorta made her chuckle how that had been the first book she caught, the story of a wealthy man who lives by himself. The book itself was in rather good condition with the traditional blue cover with those unsettling eyes staring right back at her. She opened the book, her eyes going to the date of print making her realise what she was holding. April, 1925. A first edition. 

      - Looking for a good read, Miss Y/N? - she dropped the book out of surprise, not expecting the voice. Her head snapped in the sound’s direction, watching as Sebastian walked over to her, slowly crutching down to grab the book from the ground.

       - Are these all yours? - this was the biggest self collection of books she’d ever seen, it was somewhat hard for her to wrap around her head it belonged to a single person, specially first editions. 

       - My father made sure I got an expensive education. 

       - Have you read all of these? - her eyes widen at the mere thought of it. Just reading one shelf of books looked like it would take at least five years, at beast. 

       - Not all of them ... some are in Greek. - he couldn’t help but be entranced by her as she lowered her head to hide the small smile that settled itself on her lips. - Are you one for reading?

       - I majored in English Literature, reading was all I did for three years. 

       - Fits. - he put his hands on the pockets of his formal trousers. - You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Miss Y/N? 

       - I wouldn’t think of it, Mr. Stan. - Y/N wasn’t one for lying unless necessary, specially to someone who had a reputation for ignoring empathy and other human emotions. 

       - Where’s my fiancée, Miss Y/N? - the mere question knocked the air away from her. - And please do not use the same excuse you used with my staff. I know everything that goes on in this house and I know for a fact she’s not in her room. 

       - I ... I don’t know. 

       - I think you need to figure out where your loyalty lies, Miss Y/N. - he picked her chin, making sure she looked into his eyes. If there was something he knew was to intimidate someone with his gaze alone, however, she looked embarrassed to be caught in a lie rather than scared. - As my employee, you owe me your loyalty and the truth. 

     - My loyalty lies with Gwen ... not with you. - she took a step backwards. He sucked his teeth, arms crossed on his chest. - I don’t mean to disrespect you, Mr. Stan but ... Gwen’s my friend and my employee and I owe her my loyalty. 

     - You do realise that if Miss Forrest gets hurt it is you who’s gonna be held accountable. 

     - Please don’t be mad at Gwen. - she rubbed her arms. - She’s never really wanted to get married, at all, to no one. This is a bit of a change she has to adapt to.

     - Don’t flatter yourself, angel. Genevieve Forrest is not exactly the type of woman I’d personally chose to be with but I’m not being childish about it. If you wanna have a good time under my employment then you better reconsider telling me the truth.

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[polyhexian]

Excerpts from my CDStorm playlist:

Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel -  Ólafur Arnalds

Do you still remember when we were little? We were playing in the park, And you asked me what happens when you die. I said you forget everything... everything. 'Even you?' you asked. Yes, even me

It's OK, I Wouldn't Remember Me Either - Crywank

Maybe I should just pack up and run away again Let you forget that you were once my friend Then watch another, go on and do better without me But I could not go away, not if I wanted to I can hide from friends but I cannot hide from you

Too Heavy a Burden - The Tiny

If I were strong enough I'd carry you home through the storm But I'm not enough you see

Feelings are Fatal - mxmtoon

How many times must I keep it inside? I need to let go and I swear that I've tried But opening up means trusting others And that's just too much, I don't want to bother So I'll keep it inside and I'll bury it deep I know it's not healthy, but you won't hear a peep Though I'm always sad and I'm always lonely I could never tell you that I'm breaking slowly

Let Me Down Slowly - Alex Benjamin

Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

And now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Shinitai-chan - JubyPhonic English cover

I wanna live, wanna live Deep inside I've always been Reaching out for a hand, so don't let this be the end

We're All Human - Harley Poe

Regret is a part of life that we all must live with I look around this darkened room at all my stupid shit No matter how often I may see you two fucking in my head I remain a slave to hope until I'm dead

The Kids Aren't Alright - Fall Out Boy

And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside

Missing - Evanescence

Please, please forgive me But I won't be home again Maybe someday you'll look up And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one Isn't something missing?

Will You Remember - The Cranberries

I won't remember the dress I wore I won't remember champagne I won't remember the things that we swore I will just love you in vain

Little Talks - of Monsters and Men

You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Youth - Daughter

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him

Hate Me - Ellie Goulding and Juice WRLD

Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me

Good for You - Dead Evan Hansen

And you say what you need to say And you play who you need to play And if somebody's in your way Crush them and leave them behind Well I guess if I'm not of use Go ahead, you can cut me loose Go ahead now, I won't mind

Patchwork Staccato - JubyPhonic English Cover

Couldn’t you please oh please be gone out of my life But every day continues on the same as if you Won’t oh won’t be gone although I try Too small to care but still not fair Oh please oh please just throw it all away But here we go alone trying to keep from thinking On and on and fall for you again Oh will the pain be here to stay?

It's Over, Isn't it - Steven Universe

It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?

No Children - the Mountain Goats

I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

[amythecinnabunny]

71 and 100 Julie and Luke

71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

100. Accidentally Saving the Day   

You really would like to kill the fandom and me wouldn't you???? I tried so hard to make it jukebox specific but the whole band + Willie are so closely entwined with each other its nearly impossible akxbjsbsbs

So I'm thinking canon-verse? But a year later or less. I think more than a year would get a little awkward as Julie would surpass 17 in a year's time.

All our current problems and issues are resolved by this point. Ray, Carlos and Tia Victoria have met the band. Possibly Carrie too. The Bobby/Trevor debacle is dealt with. Caleb is deslth with (he's not dead(er) he's just keeping to the HGC). Julie and Carrie have since mended their friendship. Jukebox and Williex are official now. Possibly Flarrie too, maybe Kaylie. Maybe Nick/Flynn. Maybe Carricklynn. Maybe Nick/Reggie. Who knows, anything is possible. Julie can see but not touch Willie -- but he others can't see him at all.

The band has made it big by now. They're the latest and greatest. Almost everyone is talking about Julie and the Phantoms. By now, articles and posts refer to them as legends.

Julie's looking at colleges now and it's kinda settling in that Julie's growing up. In a year, she'll be done with high school and going off to college, something the boys never even had the change to do. So that angsty conversation's gonna happen.

But then things start to get weird. Sometimes, Julie will pass through the boys but they won't immediately notice. Or they'll be talking to someone other that Julie and they'll sort of flicker. Not physically or anything its just that to the other person, they're flickering.

Oh yeah, for this, I'm gonna go with the more they play with Julie, the more human-like they get and by the end of the year gap, they're visible full-time, just not always tangible to people other than Julie. They can still do their gimmick cause the whole visible thing is on command. So you can bet your ass Luke vanished on the spot when Ray asked about jukebox.

The strange thing is . . . It's happening with Willie too. Sometimes Willie's hand will go right through Alex's. Sometimes he and Reggie are playing video games with Carlos and then both of them see Reggie flickering and Reggie, of course, doesn't notice

One evening, after a late night gig, Julie and the boys gather on one couch to watch the local 24/7 news together and see them hit the highlights on a recap. The newscaster??? newsreader??? wtf do you call em? anyway the presenter brings them up near midnight and calls them Los Angeles' most beloved legends.

Midnight on the dot, the boys get these circles on their wrists. Like tattoos. A stamp. Just a thick black ring. They're all confused about it and they check Julie's wrist for a ring -- maybe it's a magic band thing? -- but Julie's wrists are free of any black circles.

They're so confused, they spend all night thinking about it. Julie doesn't even sleep. She calls Flynn about it. She calls Carrie about it. She even talks to Carlos until he gets tired. Alex brings Willie over to talk about it. They're all so baffled that they don't notice it changing until dawn-ish.

Willie's the one to notice Alex's. A quarter of the ring is missing. Julie grabs Luke's wrist and compares it to Reggie's before scrambling over each other to put their wrists next to Alex's. All still identical, with about a quarter of it missing.

"It looks like a countdown."

"What happens when it counts down to the end?"

Silence

Willie says he'll ask around the HGC. Yes, Caleb is safe to visit. His ass has been kicked and it's mostly embarrassment that keeps him holed up when he's not performing or practicing.

Reggie shrugs it off, saying he and Carlos have a date with Destiny. Destiny 2, to be specific. Alex also shrugs it aside, he has a Dirty Candy rehearsal to crash and he's not about to miss it. (The running lie is that the boys visit Julie after every gig. Maybe Kayla knows the truth too. Idk it's small details, up to the author that would like to decimate me by writing this)

That leaves Luke and Julie alone together. Julie can't get it out of her mind. If it's a countdown, what's it counting down to? What happens at the end?

Luke tries to take her mind off it with some songwriting after she gets breakfast, maybe practicing a little together. They even write a little bit of a duet together. Luke keeps Julie entertained for a full four hours, amid which Alex returned and chose to go and watch Reggie and Carlos completely lose track of time.

Julie takes an hour-long nap, leaving Luke to stare at the ring on his wrist and wonder why it's nearly a half circle now.

Willie pops into the studio in a frenzied panic, Reggie and Alex in tow. Luke is so startled, he nearly drops the acoustic. The clatter wakes Julie. Willie looks almost apologetic when he notices her.

Julie asks him what he found out as Luke sits next to her and helps her move her hair from her face. Willie struggles to explain. He's half hoping that maybe, if he doesn't say it aloud, it won't be true. He says it's a clock. It's twenty four hours.

Reggie is the one who asks what happens at the final hour. Willie doesn't answer for a long while. He just holds Alex's hand tight.

At the same time, Willie's hand drops as if he hadn't been holding on to anything and Luke's arm passes right through Julie. The boys flicker before Julie and Willie and it lasts nearly ten seconds.

It slowly dawns on them. No one wants to say it.

"They cross over," Julie whispers when the silence gets heavier than the revelation. Willie only nods. The silence in the garage weighs on them almost visibly.

They look at their wrists, almost half circles.

"So we have about twelve hours left," Alex says. "Maybe we can figure out a way to stop it."

Willie reaches for Alex's hand again. "I asked. There's no way to stop it. Once your unfinished business is complete, you have twenty four hours before you're gone from here. Gone for good."

Luke is adamant there's a way to stop it. His arm tightens around Julie, like she's the one leaving. He hates the defeated look in Willie's eyes. He hates that even in the back of his own mind, there's a voice telling him to get his affairs in order before he dies for the second time.

By the time Reggie determinedly states that there has to be a way to stop it and that they will figure it out, the marks have become perfect half-circles. There are only twelve hours left.

I don't wanna think too hard about it because I don't need to cry at 10pm, but there will be a lot of sad but sweet jukebox moments in between it all.

By the time there's only a third of the ring left, they've started losing hope. They haven't found a single ghost who has any idea how to help. The internet has been very unhelpful. There was a group of wiccans who tried to help but they suggested a spell that didn't look very authentic and it also involved sacrificing a goat at midnight and well, they didn't have until midnight. Still, the wiccans were very sympathetic and wished them well.

They didn't know how to tell the rest about this and they didn't have any idea how to say goodbye to each other. It felt like they were trying to say goodbye to a piece of themselves, the the most important part of themselves.

At the three-quarter mark, Reggie quietly tells Alex and Luke that they ought to spend some time alone with Willie and Julie. If Reggie/Nick or Reggie/Flynn is a thing for this, then Reggie would spend some time alone with them. If not, probably Ray and Carlos.

Cue the most heartwrenching conversation you have ever read in your life, ending with the worlds most grief-filled kiss. I'd get into it but like I said up there, I cannot afford to start crying now.

It's a thin black strip when they get together in the studio. Reggie's partner would be there too if he has one. If not, it's just the band + Willie.

Willie hasn't let go of Alex for over an hour, but now, when the mark is a nearly invisible line, he nudges Alex forward, towards Julie and Luke.

"Band circle?" Luke tries to joke. It only makes their tears fall faster.

Reminiscent of the hug they shared when Caleb's stamp lifted, the four of them try as hard as they can to hug each other as tightly as possible. Willie thinks to himself that he feels strange not being the last person to hold Alex, but it feels like for his band to be the last people to hold him.

None of them are very co-ordinated outside of music related things and just like the night a year ago, they tumble to the ground when someone stands on someone's foot and someone leans a little too much in one direction.

Willie can't help the laugh. It's just so them to be so undignified even in their last moments. He can't even see any of their marks anymore. The only reason he knows it must still be there is because the boys are this there. They knock the radio down and it starts playing the last inserted CD. Willie joins them on the ground and lays his head on Alex's chest as Now or Never fills the studio. --like we'll live forever, but live it like it's now or never

Julie, from between Luke and Reggie, reaches over to grab Alex's hoodie, just so she can be holding on to all of them when it happens. "I love you guys so much."

Luke kisses her forehead. There is a chorus of, "I love you too, Julie." Willie and Alex quietly share another set of "I love you"s.

Julie has long since gotten used to laying her head on Luke's chest and hearing nothing, but the silence behind the old song is nearly deafening. It just serves as a reminder than this is the last time she will ever see or touch Luke or Alex or Reggie again. She wraps her other arm around Reggie. It's uncomfortable and is probably bruising some part of her body, but she needs to be able to hold them all before they go.

Julie shuts her eyes and holds tightly to her boys, wishing with all her heart that there was some way to save her boys again. Some way to bring them back properly this time, so they could grow up with her. Some way to make sure Alex and Willie could stay together, that one of then won't ever have to say goodbye.

It only registers that something feels a little strange after the song abruptly cuts. The CD scratches, trying to play the rest of it but there's just a steady clicking sound. It clicks on a steady count. Like a steady drum beat. In time to a pulsing beat.

Like startled stoats, Willie and Julie shoot up and lock eyes over Alex and Luke.

The boys are, rightfully, confused.

Julie and Willie spiderman-meme point at each other, sputtering like an old car on a frozen winter morning.

Still confused and expecting to be long gone, they boys sit up and search their wrists for any traces of the mark, even the thinnest of lines.

Finally, Julie gets a coherent word out. "Heartbeat!"

"Heartbeat!" Willie echoes, nodding vigorously.

They're still jabbing their fingers at each other, having a full conversation with their sputtering sounds.

"Heartbeat?" Reggie echoes, baffled.

Julie and Willie yell at Luke and Alex, "Heartbeat!" It seems to be the only word they can get out. Clicking her tongue, Julie grabs Luke's hand and presses it to his own chest.

Reggie screams suddenly. He's standing suddenly and he's got his fingers at his neck. "P-p-p-pulse!"

He looks at Julie and Willie. "Heartbeat," he says slowly, understanding.

Alex screams. Willie only realises Alex had been holding his wrist when he lets go.

"What?"

Alex reaches out for Willie, as if to cue his face, but instead places his fingers just under Willie's jaw. He screams again, startling Willie, who never expected his boyfriend to look him in the eye and shout like he'd seen a demon. So Willie screams. Which startles Alex. Who screams again.

Luke finally registers what's going on. He screams. Right in Julie's ear. She gets startled. She screams. Startling Luke. Who screams again.

Reggie is still screaming with each place he puts his fingers and feels a steady beat.

There is so much screaming going on in the studio that Ray and Carlos make their way down too. Carri and Flynn, who wanted to be there for Julie after, come barreling in after. The four of them stand there, perplexed, as Julie, Alex, Reggie, Willie and Luke, all standing now, point at each other and scream.

Its pandemonium, honestly. A miracle none of the neighbors have come over to check.

And Julie drops her first curse in front of her dad as she stares at Luke, Reggie and Alex. "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU GUYS????"

Willie, who's never had any qualms cursing when no living adult could ever hear him, stares at Juliie like she's grown a second head. "NO! NO NO NO! NOT THEM WHAT THE FUCK! ME WHAT THE FUCK!!! ME!!!!"

Julie squints at Willie. "What??"

Alex holds up Willie's wrist. "PULSE!!"

Julie's eyebrows shoot up. "PULSE???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN PULSE?!"

"I mean pulse! What do you think??"

"What the hell is going on in here?" Carrie finally mutters.

As one, they all turn to the perplexed group in the doorway. Julie grabs Luke and drags him up to Carrie. She almost throws him at Carrie with the amount of force she uses to thrust his arm at her. "Pulse," she says, pointing to Luke's wrist.

Carrie sighs. "You know you're the only one that can--" Carrie screams when Julie slaps her arm with Luke's hand. Carrie screaming startles Flynn, who let's out a short screech.

"NO MORE SCREAMING!" Ray yells. In the silence, the clicking radio seems to get louder. Not trusting any of the screaming teenagers, Ray turns to his son. "Carlos, can you turn that off, please?"

Carlos rights the radio and presses the pause button. He presses it again. Sunset Curve fills the studio for a second -- dreaming like we'll live forever -- before Carlos manages to get it off.

Later, after they've explained everything and are still trying to wrap their heads around it, Julie crawls onto the couch beside Luke and lays her head on his chest. It's incredibly strange to hear a steady beat where there was once nothing but she can't deny that she loves the sound of it.

"That demo has more magic in it than the entire Hollywood Ghost Club," Alex mutters from the armchair he and Willie are squished into.

"I wonder what'll happen if I listen to any of the other tracks on the demo," Julie jokes.

"We'll probably grow wings," Reggie mutters from under Carlos, who had been so thrilled that Reggie wasn't leaving anytime soon, he had fallen asleep hugging Reggie.

Alex and Luke laugh, sharing an inside joke.

"You think you guys would still be here if Reggie didn't knock the radio over?" Willie asks.

"All hail, my mighty inability to watch where I'm going."

This time, Julie and Willie laugh too.

Julie curls up against Luke and sighs contentedly, listening to Luke's heart pound against his ribcage. In that moment, she can't think if anywhere else she'd rather be, anything else she'd rather listen to.

For the first time since they died, when Julie finally falls asleep, they doze off too.

Willie feels strange. When he yawns, he realizes he hasn't been tired since he first woke up as a ghost. It's nightly inconvenient and annoying, but he hasn't felt this alive since Alex first kissed him. As Willie dozes off, he makes a mental reminder to figure out what included him in the whole thing. He'll forget when he wakes up and they spend the day celebrating their mere alive-ness.

Things get even more interesting when Julie and the Phantoms perform again and Jullie accidentally walks through Luke, but that's a whole other story.

[theassassinscape]

*Insert good title* We're Home

Hi all!! So, um, first thing I've written, had an idea for this for a while. Hope y'all enjoy and feedback is appreciated!!

Language, angst and fluff if you look hard enough. 2,153 words, I went all out.

Bucky Barnes X mutant!reader

(I don't know man ❤️ italics are flashbacks)

"I think I'll do it." Bucky said, his hand holding his glass of whiskey so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Go on, she looks like she's about to leave," Steve encouraged, looking over to you, "I think it's worth a shot." He said, while taking an actual shot. Bucky never understood why they'd go out drinking. It's not like they could get drunk from everyday alcohol; the only time they'd succeed in doing so was when Thor had the Asgardian Liquor on him, and after Thanos was gone and Loki was back, he had recovered and barely touched alcohol. So the duo weren't too familiar with the feeling.

"I can't. Look at her. She could break my arm in 12 different places while still looking angelic," Bucky groaned, turning back around to face the bar, downing the rest of the whiskey. "I can't."

"Maybe if you say that to her she'll give you a chance? C'mon Buck, you barely go out, you need to give it a try!" Steve exclaimed, patting Bucky's shoulder. It made him sad; even though most of Bucky had returned, he wasn't fully here yet. It looks like he forgot how to have fun like he had in the 40's.

After ordering two more whiskey's Bucky finally plucked the courage to stand up and walk over to you. He locked eyes on you like you were a target, and squeezed between sweaty, dancing bodies, heart hammering in his chest as he got closer. What if you thought he was a creep? Just another guy trying to approach you? He was certain others had their eyes on you the entire night. But one thing he had noticed, is that your booth was entirely empty, and no one dared come close to it, except the barman bringing you your drinks. His train of thought had brought him right to your table without him noticing.

"Can I help you?" God, your voice was melodic. Charming and a little bit hoarse, like you've been speaking all night, yet soft. Bucky couldn't describe it. He could listen to it all night.

"Umm... I, uh, jus-"

"Not today, Barnes."

Bucky's eyes widened. You knew him? Oh God, what if you knew him as the Winter Soldier? As the monster he was? What if he had gotten into trouble somewhere that he doesn't know about?

"I-I'm sorry?" Bucky stammered,

"You should be." You said, crossing your arms and leaning back into the cushioning of the booth. Bucky couldn't help staring. "You left me at the funfair, you bastard."

The amount of confusion that had clouded Bucky's mind was overwhelming. He did not remember a single mission where his target was at a fair, nor does he remember a girl as beautiful as the one before him. Maybe one, but the image was blurry.

"Sit." You ordered. You could see him searching, eyes wide and panicking. You wanted to investigate if he remembers you or not before you revealed yourself. You wanted to make him wait, like he made you at the fair.

He sat down immediately, stiffly and clearly uncomfortably, but his eyes never changed the panic they showed.

"How's Stevie?" You asked without looking at him, your golden dress hiking up as you stood up to pick up the drink the barman brought over. Bucky gulped louder than he had thought.

"Is he here?" You mumbled into your drink as it neared your lips, eyes still not meeting his, even though you could feel his burning stare on your face, trying to figure you out. The noise seemed to die out; it was deafening to Bucky while he was at the bar with Steve, thanks to his enhanced hearing, but with her it all seemed to fade away. His focus was only on her.

He gulped again, "Yeah, he's at the bar."

"Why didn't you bring him over? I bet he would've recognised an old friend straight away," you said, gently placing your glass on the mahogany table. Your fingers began tracing the edge, eyes still not meeting Bucky's. It drove him crazy.

"Old friend?" He dared to scoot closer to you, leaning his flesh arm on the table and covering his metal hand. "What's your name?"

And then you looked at him, and you both said the same thing, "Y/N."

His breath had stopped in his throat. His jaw clenched, and eyes widened. It couldn't be true. Someone was messing with his head again. You're not here. The love of his life is not here.

"C'mon Buck! I wanna go on that one!" You had pointed to the tallest Ferris wheel Bucky had ever seen. Even the brave Steve Rogers would shake in his boots at the sight of it.

"Ooor we could just stay here, doll," Bucky pulled you back into his chest, ocean eyes adoring your enchanting y/e/c ones. "I could stare at you all night. I could spend the whole night with you here, sugar." Bucky said, grabbing your jaw gently, lips getting dangerously close to yours. Your hands had travelled to his chest, to his neck, through his soft, chestnut hair, until you had knocked his cap down to cover his eyes.

"You can stare at me all you want when we're on the wheel, Sarge," you giggled, fixing the collar of his uniform, "and if you're lucky, you'll spend the entire night with me too," you had poked his nose playfully, bouncing away like a child towards the ride.

He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have you. All his. The woman he was gonna marry, the one he was gonna show off to his ma, to Steve, to the whole world. You had such a presence; no-one dared mess with you, you stood your ground and was always so painfully honest, but you were caring, loving and sweet, and so, so beautiful. Bucky would never believe he deserved you, no matter how many times you'd tell him he deserves even more.

That's when he saw Steve wonder into another army enlistment tent. He looked at you once more, to know where to find you, and walked over to Steve. He was measuring himself again, and finding he was a whole foot and a half too short. It almost made Bucky angry. Bucky would much rather be able to stay here, with you, and not fight in this damned war, like Steve could stay. But he couldn't be mad. Never.

"No."

"Yes."

He let out a breath, "no."

"What is it, Barnes?" Your question almost sounded like a growl, your stance immediately changing, like you were about to fight him.

"You can't be here. You can't, you're messing with me..." Bucky had covered his face with his hands. Had he drunk too much? No, that wasn't it. Someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

"I'm here Barnes, we've got some explaining to do."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"This! You're messing with my head! Get out!" He had looked up, hands shaking, eyes glossy.

"I ain't going nowhere. This is my bar."

You had patiently waited. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15. Bucky still hasn't gotten back. You saw him follow Steve into another army enlistment unit. You were happy he was helping out his friend, but a little upset that he abandoned you on what could be your last date. At least before he came back.

"Y/N Y/L/N, correct?" A man in a dark, green suit had approached you. He was quite handsome, a dark stubble decorated his face, brown eyes darker than the night. He was nowhere near as handsome as Bucky though. Your Bucky.

"Yes, who's askin'?" You turned to him fully, crossing your arms before you.

"Hm, sassy for a mutant. You'll be useful."

You felt your heart in your throat. How did he know? You morphed your fingers into knives and held them to his throat discretely, fully aware that you were in a queue where you could get in plenty of trouble.

"I don't know who you are or how you know, but if you speak a word of this to anyone and you'll be my next fucking meal, you understand?" You whispered, eyes searching his.

"Or you'll be mine." He smirked at the needle in your arm, injecting a substance that looked like liquid metal. Your last thought before you fell into the man's arms was Where's Bucky?

You had destroyed half the Hydra facility within the first couple of hours being there. Turned into a mammoth and wrecked a lab, or a swarm of hornets and stung the lab workers until they were a pile of blisters. You had turned your fist into vibranium in order to break the glass that they had surrounded you with. All to no use. They always found a way of injecting you with that shit, and you’d always find yourself either on a bed or with a chair, strange machinery attached to your face. Within the thousands of years that you’ve been alive you’ve never felt so useless, so helpless. You only hoped you got to see Bucky again soon.

And you had. 1962. He looked horrible. He was covered head to toe in weaponry. And he didn’t recognise you. He wasn’t Bucky. He was the Winter Soldier. The thing that Hydra wanted to make you into but failed miserably. So they got the thing closest to you. They dehumanised the thing that made you feel most human. Was it to get back at you? You’d never know. But what you did know now was why you couldn’t find Bucky or his corpse after his 'death'. To say it had broke you was nothing. It destroyed you. Dr Zola was lucky he had put himself into those fucking computers because you couldn’t have ripped him apart any more for it. But that didn’t make any difference. Bucky wasn’t there anymore.

If only you two hadn’t wondered off at that funfair.

You had told each other everything in the backroom behind the bar. His eyes were filled with tears, and yours were no different. You had sat in your chair, while he on the sofa. This was the first time you’ve been this close in over 70 years. The first time you saw Bucky as Bucky, not as the Winter Soldier.

“So now you own bars across the world and work with drugs, guns, money and intergalactic businesses? Stop shitting me.”

“And you feed goats in a 'Third-world' country after making yourself into a ghost story?” you had mocked by making speech marks in the air.

“Sounds better.”

“You just fought a massive space grape, you think I’m shitting you?” you had asked, tears disappearing and eyes filled with anger instead.

“Why didn’t you help? If you have so much power, why didn’t you help? When we got dusted? When we were fighting?”

“I got dusted too, Barnes! And it wasn’t as quick! I didn’t get dusted fully until three years after it! Three. Fucking. Years, Barnes! And you think that army was all that Thanos had? I lost hundreds of soldiers trying to stop those ships! I lost friends Barnes!” the tears we’re back in your eyes

“I lost friends too!” Bucky cried, pointing at you

“Oh, as if you had any friends apart from Steve!” you had slumped back into your chair, glaring at him.

Bucky's head dropped. He blamed you. He blamed himself. Himself more. He didn’t look for you hard enough. Not during the war. Not after he got out of cryo. He was afraid, and still so in love with you. He had prayed every time when the brainwashed him that he’d remember you. Your smile. Your eyes, your hair, your laugh. But you weren’t there.

“I had Sam.” He whimpered.

“Wilson?” you asked. He came here sometimes. Always left with a girl. He seemed lonely.

“Yeah. And Nat.”

“Oh.” You knew who she was. Not only did you try bribing the Red Room into handing over a couple of the best girls they had to you, but you also trained some. One of them was Romanoff. Plus, she had a past with The Winter Soldier. And you made sure you knew everything you could. That shut you up a bit.

“I missed you,” Bucky looked up at you, eyes puffy, red and swollen, cheeks wet with tears. Your heart broke.

“I missed you too.” You had walked over to him and knelt before him, grabbing his hands with your left one and wiping tears from his face with your right. You felt so bad at that moment. Memories and feelings you’ve pressed down for so long resurfacing. You felt horrible.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” You whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, doll,” he smiled, more tears spilling down his cheeks. Oh, how you missed that smile. “We’re home.”

Let me know if you enjoyed it and what I can improve!!

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I did not see this 5 years ago, though apparently I did

Hi there! So, in the light of the recent Ao no Exorcist chapters and Katou having a solid grasp on her timeline after all, my brain shocked itself enough to produce some serotonin and I decided I’m gonna diverge from my own principles and post this. Brain producing serotonin should be encouraged. Buckle up, everyone bothering to read: this timeline breakdown/fan theory emerged in 2012, when a bored AnE-fan pieced together a few of the plot reveals we’re starting to see now.

Spoiler warning for The End of the Beginning! Though strictly speaking they’re a timeline framework I developed in order to write TEotB, which means they’re gonna drop very soon via the flashback! So it probably isn’t as mind-blowing as it was to me... BUT I DON’T CARE I’ve been waiting 6 years for the content we’re getting right now, 6 years I’ve been on the edge of my seat for this misfit clone dork to finally tell his story and AAAAAH

This is basically a full-body search of the Kyoto arc chapters, 'cause that was the only bit of the past we had back when I started writing. To this day that’s the part of the manga I have the best grasp on. x’D But all those hours paid off, good gods they paid off! This is long. Bear with me, ‘kay? Old-time AnE-fans remember that it was commonly thought the twins were born on Blue Night, much due to the anime: Kyoto Arc said it wasn’t. If you looked carefully, you could figure out that Blue Night was in fact the time of the twins’ conception, not their birth. Though to be absolutely sure, I plotted out the timeline three times and dug up records from a weather station in Kyoto to see if there would have been snow at that time of year in the early to mid 90′s because that’s how goddamn obsessed I am. And if you did figure out that the twins were conceived on Blue Night, you were inevitably sucked into an even more obsessive downward spiral into crazy fan madness because that meant Fujimoto Shiro was sent to steal Kurikara to “kill some kids” before those kids existed even on an embryonic stage.

My original estimate was that the stage had taken 24 years to set up, based on the info in Kyoto Arc, but with Mephisto’s recent director’s cut of how he ghost wrote history that number bumps up to 36 years or potentially even longer.

For reference, the timeline I put together for TEotB plus the fresh dates from the flashback arc: 1977: Mephisto pressures Shiro into promising him a free wish because extorting a kid that’s struggling for his life is an ok move 1984: Satan fails possession for the first time because whoa so many limbs at once 1989: the Myou Dha is struck by disease 1993: Satan figures out how to properly possess someone, that’s Rin’s unrelenting never-give-up attitude right there 1994: after a nine year learning curve on just staying in a body Satan has three PhD’s and ditches school after one year of education - guess possessing a body really is a difficult thing to pull off huh 1995: Shiro unwillingly becoming the caretaker of orphans: part I 1996: not yet confirmed but Saburota’s first meeting with Lucifer/Asylum is probably now Also 1996: Satan returns to Section 13 with a reclamation claim on that crap body they sold him 1996-1997 (somewhere around New Year’s, I estimate): Shiro, who was an Upper First Class exorcist at the time, cures Myou Dha and oh is that a sword in your pocket or are you just happy to return to your boss after a successful mission? 1997 (probably mid-to-late March): Blue Night sucked for everyone, but at least Shiro and Tatsuma got promotions - yay 1997: Shiro unwillingly becoming the caretaker of orphans: part II 2003: when you’re a cursed, massacred and financially broke sect like Myou Dha, there’s few options but to join the Order of the True Cross to stay afloat 2005: Saburota recruits Mamushi to spy by raising suspicions against Mephisto ‘cause really, that ain’t hard 2013: a giant pile of shit appears in Kyoto and unleashes destruction on its surroundings and for once it isn’t Mephisto

The manga and the timeline are pretty self-explanatory so what I wanna stress here is what happened 24 years ago, in 1989, ‘cause that’s something Katou hasn’t touched upon yet and it’s really fun except for those involved. In 1989, a disease starts plaguing Myou Dha and the symptoms are identical to what you get from exposure to the miasma from the Impure King’s Eyes. It seems to be a very local problem, as we don’t hear of any epidemic in the rest of Kyoto. Did the seal on the Right Eye spring a leak? Nope. Because the Eye wasn’t there.

We haven’t seen the shrivelled up bit of IK cause any trouble - not saying it couldn’t, but it seemed like that one hadn’t been active much for the past 150 years and it had been constantly monitored by the High Priest. I cross-referenced with the dates given in the new flashbacks but the outbreak doesn’t coincide with any boost of demonic activity related to Satan’s progress. So? The disease in Kyoto is its own separate disaster, and it’s most likely engineered. Let’s work our way back from the present to see how Mephisto set up this stage~ Mephisto knew of Saburota’s plan to unleash IK, and was all cool with that ‘cause hey, good opportunity to test Rin’s flame, build some team spirit, power up Bon, etc. For that reason he decided to move the Right Eye from his own keep to Myou Dha’s: if Saburota had been able to steal both of them from True Cross he wouldn’t have needed the pit stop at the Kyoto Office. He would have revived IK straight away, and even Mephisto couldn’t have motivated sending a bunch of kids into that chaos. So, move the Eye to a secret strategic location in Kyoto and force Saburota into jumping through a couple of extra hoops to get it. The Eye was moved in 2003 or thereabouts: this coincides with Myou Dha joining the Order, and makes perfect sense. The relic has ties to their sect, and it’s kinda fair to give them something back since Meph indefinitely borrowed their main relic, and now that they’re part of the Order and all - yada yada, smoke screens. Mephisto gave them the relic to set Saburota up, but not until he had the means to also give Saburota a trail to follow. Our fav Uncle Goat approached Mamushi, his student, in 2005 and recruited her to get the Right Eye. He probably thought he was cleverly working around Mephisto’s attempt to prevent theft, but if we think about it: who gave Saburota the opportunity to manipulate her in the first place? It is much easier to get your hands on an impressionable young Myou Dha kid if the Myou Dha kids attend the school where Saburota teaches. But why would they? When their families are very competent exorcists on their own and they’re used to keeping to themselves and...

Keeping to yourself is only an option so long as you can survive by yourself, and from 1989 on Myou Dha couldn’t. But Granpa Suguro, being as stubborn as he is, has refused any modern/outside help for 7 bloody years. This disease is weird for several reasons. Its localised spread, for one; its similarity with the Eye mashou when there is no Eye present; the way it vanishes and is never heard of again after Shiro’s visit; the suspiciously good timing. We now know Mephisto is aware of the future to a certain extent - we saw that confirmed when he set Shiro up with that promise. That was the last doubt removed from my theory about the Kyoto disease, so here we are. Satan hadn’t even manifested with a consciousness yet but Mephisto had his sights on Kurikara and Myou Dha’s cooperation in 1989. He is a man of sophistication, so he takes the “if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad, Muhammad must come to the mountain“ approach: he used the Eyes to orchestrate an outbreak that would force the sect to reach out to True Cross - the biggest, most knowledgeable exorcist organisation around - for aid. Because the alternative would be to smash in there and outright steal the sword and nobody would send their kids to your organisation after that. But it didn‘t work. Granpa Suguro refused to follow script and so the years went by, Satan gained consciousness, grew intelligent, grew bored, oops there goes the Asylum ceiling, jfc Suguro how many more have to die before you just play along like a good boy...? In the end Mephisto had to deploy Plan B: screw it, theft it is. If Muhammad won’t go to the goddamn mountain I’m gonna drop the mountain right on Muhammad’s stubborn head.

Of course this means fucking things up for Shiro, ‘cause that’s just how these things go when you’re running a tight deadline getting the Antichrist(s) a birthday present. Also it’s fun.

This frame says everything, really. xD Come now, how would you expect these people to trust you, and develop a friendly attitude to the Order, if you barge in there on your black-ops mission like a humanoid battleship, grab their relic and ditch the scene? Bad PR, very bad PR. Buuut if you’re injured enough that you can’t make that immediate escape, and you just happen to know how to cure this very specific disease that never flares up again, which you can contract from only 2 items in the world, of which both are owned by the snake-tongued sass ball you are enslaved by work for...? What a fortunate coincidence, what a golden opportunity to create some debt gratitude and-

Nevermind... 

I headcanon that if Granpa Suguro hadn’t died on Blue Night, Mephisto would have set him on fire personally for being such a roadblock to his plans. After Blue Night Myou Dha was decimated, bankrupt, thought by the population to be cursed - what is a poor sect to do? Who could possibly help? Oh wait wasn‘t there some guy a while back, y’know, that exorcist dude who came crashing in and saved the lives of our families and friends? He seemed to know what he was doing, think we could ask him? So the take-away from this is If not for that disease, if not for Mephisto’s misinformation and Shiro’s break-in, Myou Dha would never have joined True Cross. The Right Eye would never have been kept in Kyoto, there had been no Myou Dha kids at the Academy for Saburota to recruit, and the cram school kids would never have been in Kyoto to fight the Impure King. And also that Mephisto is a fabulous bastard and a pure joy to write! ☆

[thehermitsaltar]

Jellybean

Requested by Anon:  “Could you do a x Male reader where the reader is the teenage son of Steve and Tony and dating Peter Parker and wants to ask peter to marry him but is scared to ask Steve Tony and May if its ok to marry him”

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 3000

A/N: I love this, thanks a ton anon

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. In, out. In, out. It’ll be fine, I mean what’s the worst thing he could say? No? Ha ha, oh god he’s gonna say no. What will happen if he says no?? Crap, then he’s gonna tell papa, then papa’s gonna be mad and say no. Shit.

Y/N’s head raced with thoughts as he made his way down to his dad’s workshop, which was rare that he was even down there. For as long as he could remember, Tony had never wanted to spend time in his lab and would only go down there if he absolutely needed too. But it worked in Y/N’s favor today because now he knew his dad wasn’t gonna have to run out on some urgent Avengers mission. Or to ya know, help uncle Bucky with his computer.

But here he was, in front of the glass door that had the STARK logo on it. He took a deep breath and knocked twice, waiting for a reply.

“I swear to god Barnes, if you broke another door with that vibranium arm i’m gonna-” Tony’s voice got closer until he opened the door and saw his strapping young son standing before him. He immediately smiled and went to hug him, Y/N accepted the hug happily, it actually calmed him down a little bit, especially since he was a little bit taller than his dad. Not quite as tall as papa or uncle Bucky but taller than his dad which was enough. “Hey kid, what’s up?”

“H-hey dad” he gulped the stutter down “I need to talk to you for a minute.” That was more confident and he felt good about it.

Tony looked at him with worried eyes, thinking the worst. He was sick, someone’s hurt, Steve did something stupid. Oh god Steve did something stupid and now he’s dead. Tony’s a widower and Bucky’s gonna kill him. Tony snapped out of his thoughts when his son waved his hand in front of his face. “Dad?”

“Sorry peanut” He cleared his throat and shook his head a bit, he should hear Y/N out then freak. “Is everything okay?”

Y/N looked anywhere but Tony’s eye’s. “Yeah dad, everything’s fine. I just have been thinking about some things lately…” he trailed off and scratched the back of his neck.

Tony gave him the look. The confused dad look, like Y/N was explaining the premise of Undertale to him, that was also awkward and frustrating. But he felt stupid for not just saying it or having his dad read his mind. Which is crazy Tony couldn’t because it’s not like he’s the smartest guy who has also been exposed to too much radiation. But still, he couldn’t read Y/N’s mind so he would just have to say it, get it over with, quick and painful.

“Dad, I love Peter Parker”

Tony looked a little shocked then he laughed a lot and looked at his son expectantly. “I hope so, you guy’s have been dating for two years.” His laughter died down when he saw Y/N was still serious and nervous. “Peanut?” His voice was calm and smooth, well it’s always calm and smooth but now it was more comforting to the teen.

“Dad, I wanna propose to Peter” He was being genuine so Tony would know he wasn’t joking. Tony did know too, he could tell he was being completely sincere and it scared the hell out of him. His son was 18 years old and he wanted to get married? When Tony was 18 that was the last thing he wanted to do, but his kid hadn’t graduated MIT like he did and he couldn’t build an engine like Tony could. But that’s because he was a normal kid.

Tony was always proud of his son; from the doodles he did when he was 4, to the essay he wrote in English class in the 9th grade. All the way to when he first drove, to when he got his first job, to when he graduated. Tony was always proud of his son. He never had to try either, his son was just a wonderful being to him, a ray of light in his sometimes dark world. The biggest thing about all this was how Tony tried to never be like his father.

When him and Steve got the news that a little boy needed a new home after being rescued from his birth place he dropped everything. He stopped spending time in his lab, only going down there to fix Bucky’s arm or Rhody’s legs but that’s it, if anyone needed anything fixed they could figure it out or Tony would help Y/N with his homework and fix stuff.  He also stopped drinking. A father of a three year old shouldn’t be drinking anyway. He stopped completely until his son turned about 17, now he just drinks alcohol for a nice beverage.

His son changed his life in an amazing way.

Now he wanted to get married. His little boy was growing up and wanted to get married and to the nicest boy. He did like that Peter Parker, he was a good, smart kid.

“Peanut.” He looked his son right in the eye’s and grabbed his shoulders tight. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never more sure of anything dad. I love him.” His voice was steady and his eyes were hard.

Tony broke out into the biggest grin and pulled his son into a bone crushing hug. “My baby’s getting married!”

His son laughed and hugged Tony tight. His dad being supportive was amazing and felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders, so much so that tears started to spill onto Tony’s Black Sabbath T-shirt. “Thank you dad.” his voice cracked and it made Tony cry too. His son was happy, healthy and in love, what more could he ask for?

The two sat and talked and hadn’t realized it had been hours until Steve came down to look for them. Y/N had told him not to say anything to his papa, he had to ask for his permission on his own.

-A Few Days Later-

Next on his list of terrors was Peter’s aunt May.

Now don’t get Y/N wrong, May was the sweetest person ever and she is like a mom to him but she has shown that she can be scary when it comes to Peter. She is completely valid of course, and honestly it’s comforting that Peter has an adult who loves and guards him so much. Y/N has also never had the scary May directed at him but what if today was the day that happened? What if she feels like he is gonna take Peter away from her, or maybe she doesn’t even like him and was just being polite all these years. What if she kills him?

Okay, he’s overreacting just a tad.

But if May doesn’t approve that’s it, it’s over. They can’t get married.

Before Y/N knew it he was face-to-face with yet another door, scared beyond anything. This one not as fancy as the last but that didn’t matter. If anything he liked seeing this one more because it meant he was gonna see Peter’s big beautiful brown eyes and his cute floppy hair, and if he was lucky, he’d get to see him wearing Y/N’s oversized sweater when he opened the door.

Man, he loved Peter.

With that comforting thought he knocked on the door and waited for the small brunette to answer. Y/N’s mind was racing and his blood was pumping into his ears so bad that he didn’t even hear May open the door. But he did jump about four feet in the air when she grabbed his shoulder.

“Butterscotch, are you okay?” she questioned with concern. The teenage boy held up his hand in a “one minute” motions while he caught his breath. Once he was fine he straightened up and smiled nervously.

“H-hey May, I just came over to talk” he laughed weakly. This made May cross her arms and raise a brow.

“To talk? Do you mean to come steal Peter’s Legos?” she had a small smirk on her face because that had indeed happened before. Many times actually.

But Y/N shook his head timidly. “N-No” he avoided her eyes and fidgeted with his hands. May began to worry.

“I was only kidding Butterscotch” she put a comforting hand on his shoulder and rubbed soothing circles.

“I know, ‘m sorry May. Can I come in?”

“Of course” she smiled a little and ushered the boy inside. May had made tea for them and they began talking about school, recent events and then the topic got on Peter. By the time he got brought up Y/N was cool and collected, so calm the reason he came here slipped his mind a little.

“-Then he put his hand right in the pudding” they spilled into a fit of laughter. But May stared intently at him, almost like she was reading his mind. “Is something wrong with Peter?” her voice was steady and deadly. Almost like she was waiting to attack.

The blood drained from Y/N’s face and he went ghost white. “N-n-not at all m-ma’m” his voice trembled and he was almost in shock. All his fears are just about to come true.

She continued to stare and waited for an answer.

“I-i came here to ask your permission Ms. Parker” Y/N never called May ma’m or Ms, but the kid was scared shitless and he also wanted to make this a formal request because Peter and May deserve the right treatment in this situation.

“Permission?” her glare turned into a confused head tilt within seconds. Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and gained some confidence.

“Yes. I would like permission to ask for Peter’s hand in marriage.” that sounded dorkier then intended but still.

May’s jaw dropped and she looked stunned. She started to come too and maybe say something but before she could Peter walked in.

“Hey guy’s”

He went straight to his room to drop off his bag and when he came back Y/N muttered something about Bucky needing help and bolted out of the small Queens apartment.

Y/N was so shaken up when he left May’s that he didn’t even go home, he went to the one person he told everything too. The person he trusted most. The guy that let him shoot his first gun. The man with the most beautiful brown locks he had ever seen.

Uncle Bucky.

Bucky was the coolest guy Y/N knew, I mean he loved his dad’s of course but come on, Bucky could speak like 20 different languages, throw ninja stars and had a baby goat. There wasn’t anything in the world cooler then that.

So he made his way through Brooklyn to his house and walked right in like he lived there. Not that Buck minded. He actually liked having someone to hang out with that treated him normal, well, everyone treats him “normal” but Y/N grew up knowing him so he never asked about Bucky’s arm or why his uncle had weapons hidden all around the apartment. He never asked, Bucky didn’t even think that those questions ever occurred to him. All Y/N ever asked about was if he could mess with Bucky’s hair or if he still had pizza rolls. Those questions only made him love the teen more.

But as Y/N sat down on his couch with a huff, Bucky knew something was wrong.

“Who did you ask today” Bucky asked as he sat down next to the teen.

“May” Y/N mumbled as he turned over and shoved his face in the pillow next to him.

Bucky feared the worst, “She said no?”

“Peter walked in before she could tell me” He mumbled out.

Bucky frowned and pat his nephew on the back, “Come on dots, it’ll be okay. This is huge, maybe she just needs time”

Y/N sat up, “Ya’ think so?”

“Yes dots, I really do” Bucky smiled and stood up, “Now let’s go get some sandwiches”  This made Y/N smile a little too.

They spent the rest of the evening talking, eating and playing video games, Bucky was surprisingly good at video games. By the end of the night Y/N’s worries had slipped away and he had finally calmed down. That is until he got a phone call at midnight while he was petting Bucky’s goat, Potato. When he looked at the caller ID his chest filled with nerves.

He answered it. “H-hey May”

“Peter means so much to me and if he gets hurt it won’t end well for anyone, understand me?”

“Y-yes ma’m” Y/N muttered out.

“I give you permission”

Y/N’s heart stopped and he jumped up outta his seat and almost knocked the TV over. “You won’t regret this” he squealed and jumped around a bit more.

May’s voice was heard again, “I love you kid”

“I love you too May”

-One month later-

“Are you ever gonna go back home?” Bucky asked with worry. “It’s been weeks kid.” He was currently talking to his nephew who was laying face down on the couch looking absolutely wrecked. Y/N hadn’t showered in days and his face was tear stained.

“I’ll go back when papa stops yelling” he grumbled, Bucky nodded in understanding.

“What about eating something?” he questioned gingerly. He was met with Y/N shoving his covers over his face more and curling up closer to Potato. Bucky sighed in defeat. He didn’t blame Y/N for feeling like this, I mean he asked to marry Peter and was met with yelling about how stupid that is.

Bucky was surprised when Y/N came into his house crying about what had happened, it was so bad that Tony called him to make sure his son was okay. Y/N hadn’t seen Steve or Peter in weeks and Bucky didn’t know what to do, all he could do though was hug and comfort him and hope that might help a little.

A few more weeks past before a knock came on Bucky’s door. He opened it to see Steve there with his hands in his pocket and his face riddled with shame.

“Hey Buck”

“Hey”

Steve shuffled his feet around a bit and didn’t look Bucky in the eyes. “Can I come in?”

Bucky was conflicted, Steve had made his best friend cry his eyes out for weeks but if Steve was here maybe that means he realized what he did was wrong and he’s here to dish out an overdue apology. But what took the guy so long?

Bucky took a giant deep breath and looked Steve in the eye.

“Your son has been crying on my couch for a month and a half and now you wanna see him? You better have a damn good excuse or so help me-”

“Buck.”

A weak voice came from the couch and cut Bucky off. Bucky kept his gaze on Steve but Steve’s had drifted over to the couch where he saw his son was a disheveled mess and had even gotten thinner. His mouth dropped a little at the site and his eyes welled up because he knew this was his fault, everyone knew it was his fault.

“What do you want papa?” the weak voice had said.

Steve gave Bucky a look, silently asking to come in once again. This time he saw something in Steve’s eyes that made his heart break a little so he moved to let him in, once he was inside he ran over to his son and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. Of course Y/N hugged him back, he loved his dad, even if he had broken his heart.

Before they knew it they were both crying in each others arms.

Steve finally pulled back, grabbed Y/N’s cheeks and looked him in the eyes. “I am so sorry”

More tears spilled onto Y/N’s cheeks, he opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was choked words.

“What changed?” this voice was Bucky’s.

Steve took a deep breath in and out, then spoke. “Peter came by” Y/N and Bucky raised their eyebrows in confusion. Peter has come to the Rogers house numerous times, why would another time matter? Steve continued as he saw their faces contort in confusion, “He came by the house and brought you flowers”

Y/N blushed at this. He had told Peter he was sick and couldn’t hang out for a while, whenever either of them get sick they have movie marathons and make soup. But since Y/N didn’t want to see him he kept his respectable space and brought him flowers to help. It meant a lot to him.

“I realized that you love each other a lot and I couldn’t live with myself if I was the reason you couldn’t have that love forever.” Steve’s voice had dropped, he sounded like he was gonna start crying again. “Marry Peter”

The trio had gone to the Rogers house to have a nice family dinner with Tony, Steve, Bucky and Y/N’s other uncle, Rhodey. It was probably the best family dinner they have had in awhile.

Once the night settled down and people went home or to bed Y/N went to his room to make a phone call. He smiled to himself as it rang, finally someone answered.

“Hey jellybean”

[shuttsy-bo-buttsy-for-huttsy]

Jacob Markstrom imagine

Based on an ask I sent to @onesmileyflower ;

"Imagine the day before Jacob Markstrom leaves for a roadie, spending some time helping him make sure everything's in order, then just lounging on the couch, either wrapped in his arms on his lap, or laying on top of him (bc he's absolutely fuckhuge) watching a movie that you've seen a million times, randomly kissing one another anywhere you can reach- lips, shoulders, necks, arms, anywhere- and talking about nothing and everything."

Warnings: vague mention of anxiety, based off of my own anxiety; one whole swear word.

A/N: I legitimately haven't written anything in at least 2 years, so I'm a little rusty. Also largely unedited.

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Placing the last of the clothes that had been laid out on the bed into the suitcase next to them, you sat back and sighed. You were helping your boyfriend pack for a two-week road trip, not because he needed or asked for it, but for your own piece of mind, to know for sure that everything was ready early so you could spend as much time with him as possible before he left.

This had become a common occurrence since you and Jacob started dating. You helped him pack and he helped you calm your nerves about him being away. It's wasn't that you distrusted him, far from it. You just worried that he would get hurt, and that thought had a tendency to consume you, as he learned quickly.

Jacob entered your shared bedroom, a handful of things from outside of the room that he might need while away. He smiled softly as he placed everything in his bag, feeling your warm gaze on his face. Closing the bag, he grabbed it and your hand at the same time, pulling you gently to the living room, setting the case down by the doorway in the process.

Jacob sat himself on the couch, dragging you down with him. You sat on his lap, falling perfectly into his embrace, his arms secure around your midsection. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and kiss it gently, making your body involuntarily recoil, a quick laugh escaping your mouth. You felt him smile against your skin before resting his chin on your shoulder.

Looking out the window at the snow covering everything, you suddenly felt the cold you'd been ignoring for the past hour, which didn't go unnoticed by Jacob.

"You wanna just watch a movie and cuddle for a while?" He asked quietly at your ear, reaching for the remote on the arm of the couch.

"That sounds perfect," you sighed. Turning your head, you were met by Jacob's neck as he looked to the remote to find the button he was looking for. You leaned in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, just an inch below his ear, eliciting a giggle from the large man. A wide smile spread across your face as you repeated the action, just below where you kissed before.

Jacob finished fumbling with the remote, playing a movie from the "watch it again" section on Netflix for background noise, knowing that neither of you would be paying much attention to it. On the day before he leaves for a road trip, you and Jacob always just cuddle and talk; movies usually were only played to fill the silence that you both know fuels your anxiety.

You felt him tug you back lightly, a silent request to lay down. You stood up quickly to let him lay down, then laid on top of him, laying your stomach on his. Jacob guided you as you laid down, positioning your head just under his chin, then laid his hands across your back, rubbing slow circles and other patterns through your shirt.

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest, bouncing you slightly. You looked up at him curiously, meeting his bright and shining eyes.

"Do you remember," he began, pausing to laugh quickly to himself again. "Do you remember on our first date, the lady walking her pet goat?" It was your turn to laugh at the memory. Jacob had nearly cried laughing- though it wasn't really funny enough to warrant it- at the sight of a poshly-dressed, middle-aged woman walking her pet goat, wearing matching sweaters, down Main Street in your hometown.

"How could I forget? That was what made me realize just how much I love you. The way you laughed, I never wanted it to end," you replied.

He smiled down at you and placed a quick kiss on your nose, then forehead, and both of your temples. You repositioned yourself, just a little higher than you were, so you were closer to his face, and pecked his lips, repeating the action a few times before somewhat focusing on the movie.

You moved your arms up to support your head a little more so that it wasn't on a downward angle, resting on your large boyfriend's collar area, your forearm resting just beside his ear. Jacob turned his head, his lips gently brushing against the skin of your arm, sending goosebumps across your skin.

For the next little while, he alternated between ghosting over your skin, and placing feather-light kisses wherever he could reach. You did the same with the exposed skin on his neck and collar bone.

Few words were spoken during this time, both of you enjoying the goosebumps appearing on each others skin and the little laughs that made their way out from time to time.

You turned your head back to face Jacob again, shifting your weight shortly after so that your forearms were on either side of his head, supporting your head and you propped yourself up a bit more.

You started spouting out random, nonsense questions, peppering kisses all over his face between them, not only because it was fun, but because it meant you got to hear Jacob's laugh, occasionally his voice, too, if he could come up with answers to your questions. He also fired some back, shocking you every time with how ridiculous they all were. But that was the point, really. Making each other laugh and feel better in general, even on good days, was always the goal with you two.

Two movies later, you had both run out of nonsensical questions to ask, and had settled for actually watching the movie for once. Your head was tucked back into the crook of Jacob's neck, and your hands were resting one on his upper arm and the other at the back of his neck. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head, both arms locked around your back.

You were both nearly asleep at that point, though also both too stubborn and borderline-desperate to admit it, wanting to stay in each others embrace as long as possible. Jacob kept pressing soft kisses on top of your head as you rubbed slow circles on his arm, enjoying the warmth of his body surrounding you.

A silent "oh, fuck" was heard just above you. You looked up at Jacob with a cocked eyebrow.

"It's nearly midnight, if we wanna both actually be up in the morning we should head to bed soon," he said, a little louder than before.

You sighed, propping yourself up a bit before leaning back down to kiss his lips, a little harder and more passionately than you had been since laying down, a kiss which Jacob gladly returned with just as much passion.

Pulling apart, you reluctantly got up, both of you getting ready for bed. As soon as the TV was off, Jacob grabbed you by the waist and picked you up bridal-style. He carried you quickly to your bedroom before you could do anything more than squeak in surprise.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Jacob threw you gently on the bed, immediately crawling in next to you and pulling the covers over you both.

You quickly curled into his side, kissing his shoulder as you did. He pulled your leg across his body, trying to achieve the same feeling of closeness as you had earlier. After a few moments of rearranging limbs and adjusting positions, you both sink further into the bed.

"I love you," you sighed into Jacob's neck, placing yet another gently kiss on his skin. His arms tightened around you quickly as he kissed the top if your head.

"I love you too," he mumbled into your hair between kisses.

[murasaki-murasame]

Now that the manga’s pretty definitively over, I wanna make a more comprehensive post about how I think :re season 2 will be adapted, given that it seems like it will adapt up to the ending. Mostly I want to give an idea of how I think s2 will be structured on an episode by episode basis to show that it can actually work to begin with, without being a huge mess.

And honestly it feels like nobody else wants to seriously consider the logistics of how season 2 will work story-wise so I want to make up for it, lmao.

Anyway, thoughts under the cut.

[Fake edit: This went on for, uh, several thousand more words than I wanted it to, so I cut a fair bit of it out. I guess if anyone wants my more in-depth thoughts on how they might change or cut certain plot points, they can ask, but I figured I shouldn’t spend thousands of words rambling about stuff, lol. This ended up being kinda long even after editing it, though.]

Yeah this went on for way longer than I wanted, so I’m just gonna be quick and say that my overall speculation for s2 is based upon basically viewing the manga like it’s a novel that I’m being tasked with editing, so I looked back through the story and slowly came up with an idea of what plot points I think could be cut/changed in order to condense things enough that the anime could actually get to the end of the manga in twelve episodes without, like, trying to adapt ten chapters per episode.

I feel pretty confident in my idea of the most major things that basically NEED to be cut to save on time, and to improve the pacing and overall storytelling [like cutting out Furuta taking over the CCG, or having Rize become Dragon instead of Kaneki, etc], but one part that could go either way is definitely the topic of which character the anime will have Kaneki end up dating.

I don’t wanna spend too much time explaining my thoughts on this one since it’d take a fair bit of time, but after having rewatched :Re season 1, I definitely get vibes that they’re intentionally moving away from the idea of having Kaneki and Touka end up together in the anime, and since the manga’s over and there’s presumably no sequel for them to have to set up, they could have the creative freedom to have Kaneki and Hide end up together instead.

But either way it’s something that could go either way and I honestly wouldn’t mind much one way or another. This isn’t really meant as any kind of ship hate, it’s just an observation, lol. For all I know Kaneki could even end up single in the anime, but I think we can all agree that that’s pretty unlikely.

Anyway, below is my basic idea of how I think season 2 could theoretically be structured so that it covers up to the end of the story in twelve episodes. Obviously there’s a lot of different ways it could go, and especially a lot of different ways stuff in the Black Reaper arc can be ordered, but it’s one idea. I’m also gonna kinda glaze over the early stuff because I’m mostly gonna focus on the potential changes the anime might make, and I don’t think they’d change the Black Reaper arc much.

EP1: Basically the second half of volume six, although they might move Eto’s backstory flashback to during episode 2. It’d probably still end on her big press conference, though.

EP2: In general everything leading up to the scene where Eto calls Furuta a clown, plus maybe her aforementioned backstory.

EP3: The early Rushima stuff, mainly the fights involving Suzuya’s squad and Kurona and so on. Plus Furuta explaining his whole deal to Eto, Eto telling Kaneki to kill the one-eyed king, and some of the Cochlea Raid set-up with Ayato and Banjou and co. Probably ending with Kaneki’s flashbacks of how he became Haise, and him triggering the alarms and starting the raid.

EP4: The Mutsuki-Torso subplot in full, plus all of the good guys busting into Cochlea, and Kaneki having his big flashback to the sewers, and rescuing Hinami.

EP5: Lots of the earlier Cochlea fights, like Hinami and Kaneki vs Furuta, and Arima vs the :re crew, and so on, plus some of Yomo’s flashbacks, which they could maybe expand a bit to explain all of Arata’s situation and stuff. Then ending with Kaneki drawing Arima away while everyone else flees further into Cochlea, and Eto eating Shiono’s corpse, and so on.

EP6: More Rushima fight scenes, maybe resolving the Kurona fight, plus maybe the whole Tatara/Houji fight, ending with Amon showing up. Maybe also starting the Kanou lab raid stuff. Then some fights involving the :Re crew and Eto against the CCG and V, plus the Kaneki-Arima fight, and the brain ghost Hide scene, ending with Arima’s suicide.

EP7: Some of the stuff from ep6 could happen here to save on time, but in general this would just be the end of the Cochlea arc, explaining all the stuff to do with Arima and Eto, and Kaneki becoming the OEK, and the whole part where Marude assassinates Yoshitoki. I think this could easily be fleshed out a bit to include a scene where we explicitly see that Scarecrow is Hide.

EP8: Basically just the rest of the Rushima stuff, so the Kanou lab raid stuff, and the big climactic fights involving Akira, Amon, Takizawa, and so on. Some notable changes I’d like to make here would be including a zombie Shirazu fight, having Kanou wind up dead one way or another, and having Amon get rescued by the :re crew along with Akira. It might end on a short scene setting up the Goat arc by showing what Kaneki’s up to after becoming the OEK.

EP9: This is where things would get really changed up and condensed. Basically this would cover the formation of Goat, Kaneki starting off his life as the OEK, Amon reuniting with Akira, etc etc. We’d also get stuff with the CCG and how they’re reacting to stuff like Arima’s death and Kaneki’s betrayal and so on. Kimi could also join the crew here if the writers want, or later on. This would probably end with Amon bringing Hide back into the picture, and us getting out whole Hide-Kaneki reunion, in a way that actually explains what Hide’s entire deal is. If the anime wants to go down the have Kaneki and Hide end up together, then during their reunion Kaneki could just ask Hide why he did so much for him, Hide could directly confess his feelings to Kaneki, and then Kaneki could reciprocate, and that’s basically all they’d need to do. If they want to have Kaneki end up with Touka, I guess they could find a way to fit the scene of them hooking up into here. I don’t know if they’d keep the whole thing of Mutsuki burning down the cafe, though. The episode would probably in general end with everyone deciding to confront and strike peace with the CCG.

EP10: They could maybe fit in something like the Hinami-Akira confrontation at the start, but mostly this episode would be about Goat taking on the CCG, and attempting to strike a peace treaty of sorts with them in order to band together for the greater good and so on. This could give us a lot of conflicts similar to ones from the 24th ward raid and so on, and stuff like Mutsuki confronting Kaneki about how he abandoned the Qs, and so on. And we’d get to see Matsuri get talked to and convinced to change sides on-screen, which would be nice. If Kimi is part of Goat by here, they could probably also have her reason with the CCG about how developments in research could lead to stuff like synthetic food being made for ghouls, and so on, to allow for peace. Then at the end we’d get a whole scene of Furuta forcing a delirious Rize to consume all of the Oggai [which would probably only be shown for the first time in the anime here, but they could be explained easily enough as a consequence of Kanou’s surgery and so on] so that she can become Dragon, and we’d end off with the CCG and Goat deciding to work together to handle this new threat.

EP11: Basically the first half of volume 16, with some details taken from volumes 14 and 15. For the most part it’d just be the CCG and Goat fighting against the dragon orphans, the clowns, and V, while in the background Kaneki and co try and figure out what’s going on and what to do, and he ends up deciding to venture inside Dragon to destroy it’s core, which leads to him confronting Furuta as a cliffhanger. [On the topic of the clowns, they could obviously keep the fights involving Uta and Donato here, but I think they could also shift the fight with Roma and Shikorae here as well, and it’d make a lot of sense. And as a consequence they could also include Kuroiwa’s death and Urie’s big character development moment that happens because of it, and so on]

EP12: Basically the second half of volume 16, starting with the Furuta fight, then going into the Rize stuff, during which they could probably splice in the Kaneki-Rize confrontation from volume 15, which could be quite fitting. Then we’d get some wrap-up to the fight against V, and then the time-skip, and the events of the final chapter, which could go by pretty easily if it’s mostly just Hide narrating while the anime montages through scenes of all the various characters and where they ended up. Then the exact way it ends would I guess depend on which romance route the anime chooses. If they keep Tou//ken in place, then the ending would basically play out exactly the way it did in the manga. If they go down the Hidekane route, it’d mostly play out the same, but just end with Kaneki and Hide being a couple instead, and I guess either they’d be childless, or we’d see that they adopted a daughter, or something. I think it’d be a really neat detail if the epilogue either way also shows Touka continuing/restarting her cafe business. It’d both be a nice ending for her in general, and it’d be a pretty convenient excuse for them to slide in a final shot of a coffee cup, like the manga did.

[punk-rock-pixie]

1-100

I need to be careful what I ask for lmao

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

Spotify

is your room messy or clean?

It’s messy rn just cuz I was looking for something

what color are your eyes?

Hazel

do you like your name? why?

Yeah. Picked it myself.

what is your relationship status?

single

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Really McFuckin Gay

what color hair do you have?

Black and blue

what kind of car do you drive? color?

Grey chevy cruz

where do you shop?

I’m a slut for Barns and Noble lately. Dropped $60 on classic ghost stories, Norse Mythology, and a Deathly Hallows journal. I’ve dropped over $100 literally in the last two months on books. I don’t work anymore though so that won’t be a thing anymore

how would you describe your style?

Sad college kid chic 

favorite social media account

Youtube

what size bed do you have?

Queen

any siblings?

One older sister.

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

The Nordic region. They’ve been doing so much right in terms of education and gender equality. 

favorite snapchat filter?

The anime one

favorite makeup brand(s)

NYX, E.L.F. and Bare Essentials

how many times a week do you shower?

I shower every other day, but I wash my hair like every 3-4 days to keep the color in.

favorite tv show?

Currently, really love trollhunters. 

shoe size?

Like a 7 in mens or something

how tall are you?

5′6.5″ The half is so important to me because I’ve hardly grown since 2012 

sandals or sneakers?

Trick question- no shoes at all. Our feet get hurt like men.

do you go to the gym?

Rarely, but yes.

describe your dream date

Dear god. Almost any date I’d be okay with. Coffee? Sign me the fuck up. Hang around a park/go on a walk? Lemme get my heckin sneakers. Cryptid hunting in the wee hours of the night? You just won my heckin heart buddy.  

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

Like $30-$40 I think????

what color socks are you wearing?

None sock

how many pillows do you sleep with?

Too many for my own good.

do you have a job? what do you do?

Not anymore :)))) There weren’t enough hours.

how many friends do you have?

How many friends? Many. How many close ones? Like 3-4

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

Something I’d rather not say.

whats your favorite candle scent?

Lavender always but peppercorn and pumpkin are the ones I’ve been using lately.

3 favorite boy names

Marshal

Ethan (NOT BECAUSE OF NESTOR)

Quinn

3 favorite girl names

Rose

Sadona

Rickie 

favorite actor?

Always and forever Chris Evans, but also Hugh Jackman found his way back to my heart recently. The Rock, Ramin Karimloo, Sean Gunn, Michael Rooker

favorite actress?

Zoe Saldana, Zendaya, Melissa McCarthy, Allison Janney, Julie Andrews, Maryl Streep.

who is your celebrity crush?

See above two questions, but mainly Hugh Jackman, Chris Evans, and Zendaya

favorite movie?

If you couldn’t tell, I’m hyperfixating on Greatest Showman, but also Book of Life, Monster in Paris, 1937 Phantom of the Opera

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

My favorite book is Dracula currently, but I also love Dodie Clark’s “secrets for the mad”, most of Shakespeare’s plays and Edgar Alan Poe’s works

money or brains?

Brains. 

do you have a nickname? what is it?

I have way to many dude.

how many times have you been to the hospital?

Like 7-8 I think???

top 10 favorite songs

In no order:

-I’m counting all of greatest showman as one

-Cat Stevens: Father and Son

-Raspberries: Go all the way

-Silver: Wham Bam Shang a Lang

-Babeo Baggins: Thunder Bird

-Dodie Clark: You

-Beatles: Wanna Hold Your Hand

-Vanessa Paradis and Sean Lennon: La Seine 

-Dear Evan Hansen: For Forever

-Karen O: Moon Song

do you take any medications daily?

No but I should probably get back on them.

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Normal to oily

what is your biggest fear?

Abandonment :) Also I have claustrophobia

how many kids do you want?

I mean if we’re talking baby goats, as many as I can afford.

whats your go to hair style?

I kinda just brush my hair back and hope for the best

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

It’s not a mansion, but it’s pretty big

who is your role model?

@thatsthat24

what was the last compliment you received?

From @mild-soapog something about how I deserve a wholesome life and honestly I just love Elle???

what was the last text you sent?

“Hey, how are you feeling?” to a former coworker

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

I grew up Jewish so I never really thought it.

what is your dream car?

I don’t really care tbh. I’m pretty happy with the one I have.

opinion on smoking?

You do you just not around me cuz I will cough like a mad man.

do you go to college?

Soon

what is your dream job?

Professional film or stage actor or singer/guitarist in a band

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

Nope. I’m a good noodle.

do you have freckles?

Several

do you smile for pictures?

Yes, but only after make a bunch of stupid faces

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

659

have you ever peed in the woods?

Yes and uh 4/5 would not recommend 

do you still watch cartoons?

Yup

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Neither.

Favorite dipping sauce?

hek dude idk 

what do you wear to bed?

Usually like a tank top and underwear. if it’s super cold I’ll wear sweats too

have you ever won a spelling bee?

Have I ever even competed in one????

what are your hobbies?

Guitar, singing, ukulele, drawing, writing poetry

can you draw?

I’d say so

do you play an instrument?

Check hobbies with the addition of bass guitar

what was the last concert you saw?

I think it was a Beatles tribute band???

tea or coffee?

Both

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks

do you want to get married?

Honestly, first let me find someone local that will love me for more than 4 months

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

HJ, EJ, EN. 

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

You mean… IF I get married

what color looks best on you?

Blacks and purples

do you miss anyone right now?

Several people

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

usually closed

do you believe in ghosts?

Yes and no???

what is your biggest pet peeve?

chewing with your mouth open, snoring, pen clicking, leg jiggling (if it’s in my peripheral vision)

last person you called

My crush actually. He and I are friends and I asked if we wanted me to hang with him after school since he had to stay up until I had my callback scheduled

favorite ice cream flavor?

Chocolate chip cookie dough and cookies and cream

regular oreos or golden oreos?

What the shit are golden oreos

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Rainbow cuz I’m queer

what shirt are you wearing?

 A black tank top

what is your phone background?

a greatest showman wallpaper

are you outgoing or shy?

it depends on the situation

do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yes but ONLY IF THEY ASK BEFORE HAND.

do you like your neighbors?

I don’t even know my neighbors

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

Both

have you ever been high?

nope

have you ever been 

Nope

last thing you ate?

Like half a pizza

favorite lyrics right now?

Idk my favorite currently, but these are the ones that keep circling my head

“When the world becomes a fantasyAnd you’re more than you could ever be‘Cause you’re dreaming with your eyes wide openAnd you know you can’t go back againTo the world that you were living in'Cause you’re dreaming with your eyes wide open

So Come alive”

summer or winter?

Winter

day or night?

Night

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

All????

favorite month?

October-November

what is your zodiac sign

Scorpio

who was the last person you cried in front of?

Honestly, I have no fuckin clue lmaooooo

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Into the Unknown Part 3 Chapter 2

Into the Unknown

Fandom: Undertale, Coraline (book), Over the Garden Wall, Paranorman, Gravity Falls (season 2)

Characters: Frisk, Norman B., Dipper P., Mabel P., Coraline J., Wirt, Greg, the Cat, the Frog; Sans, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore,; the Other Mother, the Beast, Agatha P., Bill Cipher, Asriel D., Chara D.,

Pairings: Not the focus. Alphys/Undyne, with mentions of Papyrus/Mettaton, sans/Toriel/Asgore, and Wirt/Sara. Due to the nature of Undertale and the dating segments, there is also interpretable Papyrus/Wirt, Undyne/Mabel, Alphys/Dipper, Napstablook/Norman, Mettaton/Norman, Mettaton/Mabel, Sans/Dipper, Sans/Norman, and Sans/Greg.

Rated a high +K for violence, mild language, horrific elements that may be disturbing to younger readers,  mentions of child abuse and bullying, character death that is sometimes permanent, and mentions of suicide that may be triggering. These elements remain relatively unchanged from their source material, which most all are for children, but discretion is advised nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Undertale was created and owned by Toby Fox. Coraline was created by Neil Gaiman and owned by Bloomsbury and Laika. Over the Garden Wall was created by Patrick McHale and owned by Cartoon Network. Paranorman was created by Sam Fell and Chris Butler and owned by Laika. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and owned by Disney. Any other work mentioned or homage are property of their respective owners. This is a fan-made, nonprofit work that only seeks to entertain. Please support the original franchises.

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Chapter 2

It became clear quickly that Mrs. Babcock was not the only ghost in Blithe’s Hollow. Just stepping out the door, Frisk found themselves in a world of people surrounding in green auras. Most were human. Most wore the signs they carried with them when they died, from skin worn with age or necks still connected to the nooses that hung them. All saw Frisk staring at them and greeted them with a smile and a handshake, especially as Mrs. Babcock approached them.

Most also saw Mrs. Babcock and changed their tone to the kind adults used when they though children couldn’t hear them. Mrs. Babcock responded back and changed her tone to the kind adults used when they were done discussing something and wanted to end the conversation as politely as possible. There was only one person Mrs. Babcock bothered to stop and have a conversation with.  It was another ghost that probably was as old as Mrs. Babcock when she died, but her body was far more wrung and frail.

Frisk did not pay attention to the entire conversation. They changed their tone to the kind adults use and children recognize as not worth their time to eavesdrop. Besides, they had found a ghost dog.

There was a skeleton outside the door of the Ruins. This did not surprise Norman as much as he thought it would. Skeletons were more likely to be monsters than flowers or goats. The skeleton was not as scary as he should be, either. No cracks in the skull, or guts spilling from the ribcage…he was even wearing a turtleneck underneath his hoodie.

The skeleton monster actually seemed to be more surprised by Norman than Norman was of him. A world of emotions passed behind the skeleton’s rather expressive eyesockets before Norman could really put together what he was seeing. By the time Norman found himself able to talk again, the skeleton had beat him to it.

“just one of you this time, huh?”

“Uh…yes?”

“great. let’s see if we can’t get one of those other lamps to work for ya.”

In a lot of ways, Frisk could understand why Monsterkind held the Dump in such high regard. After all, where else would the anime end up? It was the only way they had left to see what was happening on the Surface.

What they could not understand was how one managed to live in a house and a dump simultaneously. Even the old house by Blook Acres was in better condition than the one Mrs. Babcock led them to. It sat on the edge of town, far enough away that nobody would think to find it. It barely stood on its own; wood beams falling off and tarps replaced roofing.

Mrs. Babcock appeared to have the same reservations Frisk did. She appeared for just her moment to wrinkle her nose at the things she could not smell, before looking down at Frisk and giving them an encouraging nod.

Frisk summoned their determination and knocked on the door.

There was an audible thud as the occupant jumped at the sound.

“Who’s there!” A grizzle voice called from inside. “I’m warning you, I already withstood a hummus attack! I’m made of steel!”

“Calm down, John, it’s just us!” said Mrs. Babcock.

There was a moment of silence. The door creaked open. Two bright blue eyes, virturally hidden under thick black eyebrows, stared at the two.

“Elaine,” the occupant said. “Never thought you’d be here.”

“Well, never thought I would need to come in,” said Mrs. Babcock. “Now would you let us in? We’ll catch our death out here.”

The eyes drifted down to Frisk. “And what’s that?”

Frisk waved.

“I literally just had a stroke; I don’t have time for this…thing!”

“Listen,” said Mrs. Babcock. “I know how you feel about me, but you’re the only one left who can help them out. I mean look at them! They’re not even Norman’s age yet!”

The blue eyes focused on Frisk closer. The door swung open, revealing the face and body attached. The occupant looked just as old and ghastly as Mrs. Babcock did. The only thing that stopped Frisk from thinking he was a ghost was the lack of green air about him.

“They can see you,” said the man.

“Yes,” said Mrs. Babcock. “We don’t know how yet, but it has to do something with Norman.”

“And where is Norman?” The man asked.

Mrs. Babcock fell silent at that. Both eyes were on Frisk.

Frisk signed gone with a hesitant shrug.

The man looked towards Mrs. Babcock for confirmation.

“Whatever they did to end up here, they think it sent Norman back,” said Mrs. Babcock. “We need your help.”

The man stopped his staring only to dissolve in a fit of coughs that did not sound like they were natural. “I don’t have any time left. If Norman’s gone…then you’ll do.”

Frisk found themself being pulled up into the air and carried into the house. They were put on a desk before they could complain. A book was thrust into their arms.

“At sunset tonight, take this to the place where the Witch is buried,” The man collapsed into another coughing fit. He fell to the floor, and then he stopped moving altogether.

Before they could move, a fog of green formed where the man had stood.

“Ya got that, kid?” The man asked.

Frisk nodded.

“Good! The world’s counting on you! I’m free!”

The house lit up as the ghost of Mr. Prenderghast laid itself to rest.

When monsters died, their bodies turned to dust. Their souls shattered. There was no real mess to have to take care of. Frisk wished they did not know that.

Humans were different. They realized that as they stared at the body.

“He’s the groundskeeper for the cemetery; he’s bound to have made some sort of arrangement,” said Mrs. Babcock, though Frisk could tell she was mostly talking to herself. “You shouldn’t have to be the one to call him in, kid. They’ll find him eventually.”

Frisk had not thought of that yet. Their attention was on the book that had been shoved in their arms. It was even older than the man, and resembled more one of the books Aunti Whispers had. They opened it up, and were surprised to find illustrations inside. Gorgeous pictures, only slightly diminished by the age of the book, of princes and princesses. The page showed the most signs of use, with dog-eared corners and notes scribbled in runes and chicken-scratch notes that Frisk could not read if they tried. It took Frisk some time to figure out the fancy calligraphy of the title: The Tale of Sleeping Beauty.

They switched the book for the notebook and asked Mrs. Babcock where the cemetery was.

“YOU’VE TAUGHT ME A LOT, HUMAN. I HEREBY GRANT YOU PERMISSION TO PASS THROUGH! “ said Papyrus. “AND I’LL GIVE YOU DIRECTIONS TO THE SURFACE! CONTINUE FORWARD UNTIL YOU REACH THE END OF THE CAVERN. THEN, WHEN YOU REACH THE CAPITOL, CROSS THE BARRIER. THAT’S THE MAGICAL SEAL TRAPPING US ALL UNDERGROUND. ANYTHING CAN ENTER THROUGH IT, BUT NOTHING CAN EXIT…EXCEPT SOMEONE WITH A POWERFUL SOUL.”

“Like me?” Norman asked.

“ LIKE YOU!!!” said Papyrus. “THAT’S WHY THE KING WANTS TO AQUIRE A HUMAN. HE WANTS TO OPEN THE BARRIER WITH SOUL POWER. THEN US MONSTERS CAN RETURN TO THE SURFACE! OH, I ALMOST FORGOT TO TELL YOU…

“TO CROSS THE BARRIER, YOU WILL HAVE TO PASS…THROUGH THE KING’S CASTLE. THE KING OF ALL MONSTERS…ASGORE DREEMURR.”

A chill ran up Norman’s back, and he was sure it was not because of the chill of Snowdin. Papyrus’ tone had shifted in a way Norman did not think possible from the happy skeleton.

“HE’S…WELL…HE’S A BIG FUZZY PUSHOVER!” said Papyrus. “EVERYBODY LOVES THAT GUY! I AM CERTAIN IF YOU JUST SAY…’EXCUSE ME, MR. DREEMURR, CAN I PLEASE GO HOME?’ HE’LL GUIDE YOU RIGHT TO THE BARRIER HIMSELF! ANYWAY!!! THAT’S ENOUGH TALKING!!! I’LL BE AT HOME BEING A COOL FRIEND!!!”

Papyrus moved back towards his house in a pattern Norman could not describe with words, laughing along the way. It took Norman a bit longer to process what Papyrus had said and move again.

He would have to fight the King of All Monsters. He was willing to bet it would not be as easy as Papyrus had been.

The new area started abruptly, like he had just stepped into a doorway into another room. It was vastly different than Snowdin, with bare cave walls and an uncomfortable humidity that had him tugging at his jacket.

“hey kid.”

Sans sat at another checkpoint station that looked remarkably like his old one, even down to the snow on the roof. For just a moment, Norman tried to figure out why it was there and how it hadn’t melted yet.

“thinkin’ of headin’ to grillby’s. wanna join me?”

Norman was about to decline when he realized the last decent thing he had to eat was the Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie, and that was a long time ago. If he was going to get close to the King of All Monsters, he would have to eat something.

“Uh, sure…”

“great. c’mon, i know a shortcut.”

It did not really feel like it took them long to get to the cemetery. It felt a lot longer to Frisk.

The Cat was there waiting for them. He rushed to Frisk in a move that looked a lot more like he wanted to get his paws off the damp earth rather than greet them, growled at Mrs. Babcock as the specter took shape, and jumped up onto Frisk’s shoulders. Never once did he speak. Frisk was not sure if they should expect him to, since he only spoke when there was no one else to listen, but it was strange nonetheless. They would have preferred another voice.

It did not take them long to find the graves that Mr. Prenderghast was talking about. It was sunset, time to read the story.

They opened up to the book to the heavily marked paged and looked up. What were they supposed to do? Read it aloud? They knew their voice was not going to work, even if they tried.

“What is it that you’re doing?” The Cat asked.

They didn’t exactly have time to explain. They held the book up for him the way they would their notebook.

“I really don’t read your language unless it’s you trying to say something,” said the Cat. “And I would prefer not to unless you tell me what’s going on.”

Frisk turned around. Mrs. Babcock was not there to read it for them.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and sets of skeletal hands shot from the ground.

Norman was not entirely sure how they had gotten to the bar, only that they were as they turned the corner.

“pretty neat shortcut, huh?” sans asked.

Norman did not have time to answer. Everyone in the bar had taken to greeting sans. He followed sans sheepishly towards the bar and took one of the stools.

“so what sounds good, kid?”

“Uh…a burger?”

“alright. grillz, two orders of burg.”

The bartender, who looked like his entire body was made of fire, gave the two a scrutinizing look before disappearing into the back.

“so, kid…”

The atmosphere of the bar grew heavy.

“do you know anything about a talking flower?”

Author’s Note: I am unusually proud of that anime line. That is the best thing I have ever written.