#i'm so rusty oh yikes

[heartlcssboy]

the phantom of the opera: what aspect of your muse do they think is hardest for people to accept? do they try to keep it secret / are they afraid of being ostracized if it’s found out?

UNIVERSAL CLASSIC MONSTER HEADCANONS

Peter keeps many secrets, allows shadow to devour so much of who he is when others are around. Lying has always been easier than letting his truths slip past his lips. He doesn’t know exactly what it is inside of him that makes it possible for people to turn away and leave, but he knows he loathes it ⁠— not what’s inside of him, but the ease of which people leave once they’ve seen it. Pan’s terrified of being abandoned, left alone. Again.

Peter thinks the thing that always does him in is other’s catching a glimpse at the true depth of his emotions. Does he care about everyone he’s ever met? No, of course not! Who does? There are the people who matter and everything (everyone) else is fodder to be used in aid of those who matter. This truth seems completely natural and undeniable to him and he can’t understand why others can’t seem to understand it. The Other Place has twisted and tainted everything about the natural world with its stupid, contrived customs. 

It’s far easier to accept Pan as someone who is flighty, forgetful, and without a care in the world. He’s been met with terror any time he has let that façade slip. Being honest has never gotten him anything but tragedy. He’ll continue to pour the most vulnerable parts of himself into shadow, safe from the cruel hands of others.

[elenauaurs]

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FINALLY!! MY TAKE ON @raguiras2 FAN EVENT

I decided to draw my girl, Yorrana as a member of the Lonely Lanterns! Lonely haha what a coincidence

Voicelines:

Summon: Is it too late to start regretting participating? I feel this is too much work for me.

Set to home for screen: It's been a while since I've performed or played bass, so forgive me for being a little rusty!

Home Transition 1: I've always loved music, but making it? It never really interested me that much. Still, I'm kinda excited for this competition!

Home Transition 2: In elementary school music lessons were mandatory and everyone had to play the flute. The thing is—I hate flute, so I just pretended to play along... Well, to this day I have no idea how to play one.

Home Transition 3: With all these really skilled people in Lonely Lantern, I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't be a part of this....

Home, after login: Do you want to see me practice? U-uhh... Don't worry, It's nothing! I'm just busy right now.

Groovy (???)

EXTRA:

"I was practicing when suddenly Yuu appeared, I was quite startled. They told me they heard me playing bass and gave me a snack before leaving... Did they hear everything? How embarrassing... At least I think I have my first fan, hehe. Oh, the snack was good" ( @lumdays )

"Today I just found out that Alce plays guitar. Honestly, I wasn't surprised, she looks like someone who would play guitar. I wonder if she would agree to play with me... No, forget it." ( @althea-and-alcestris )

"Today I had the opportunity to see Yu practicing. If I had to describe what I felt with one word it would be "yikes". He's so good! When I meet him later, I will definitely praise him" ( @distant-velleity )

"I haven't seen Vizzie play or sing yet, but I heard she's really good. If she really is what they say, I think it's a big problem for us, although I really want to see her. But how exactly do I get close to her...?" ( @twisted-wonderland-shenanigans )

Tag list: @cyanide-latte @oya-oya-okay @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @boopshoops @br3adtoasty @casp1an-sea @heyhellohihowareyou @rainesol @tixdixl @the-banana-0verlord @u-makemeunpocoloco @cheerleaderman @revolllutionary @nyx-of-night @lumdays @skriblee-ksk (Ask to be put or to be removed!)

[thatkippycat]

I have the start of a Hazbin fanfic. It's not a reader, one, it's Huskerdust cuz they've had me in a chokehold lately. Here's a little snippet of it.

Knock knock.

Nothing.

Angel knows Lucifer is the king of Hell and all, but could he atleast answer the door? He decided to just wait outside. Recently, Angel has decided to give himself a little task: freeing Husk. The spider and the cat had become very good friends over the past few months, and while Angel was still trying to decipher his real feelings from the ones he thinks are real, Husk and Angel trust eachother. It shouldn't have been a surprise when Husk finally talked about his contract with Alastor. What Angel wasn't expecting was Husk beginning to break down.

Angel didn't see Husk cry, no, Husk locked himself in his room before that, but Angel could tell. He'd been through enough of them to know the signs. That night, Angel decided help Husk out. As a friend, of course. Angel was sure Husk would do the same thing for him if he had the chance. It's just what friends do.

Angel knocked on the door again, and this time actually heard something. Granted that something was the very clear sound of someone yelping and falling out of a chair onto, Angel thought it sounded like rubber ducks but that couldn't be right. Angel stood up straight as who he could only assume was the big man himself scrambled for the door.

"Shit shit shit. Heeeyyyyyy, how's it going, um, Angel right?"

"Right. I'm fine, but I need some help with some-"

"Say no more!"

After Lucifer interrupted Angel, he kicked a rubber ducky that had fallen out of his pocket back into the room before slamming the door.

"So, what is it you need?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me with a...project."

"What kind of project?"

"Well, I don't want to talk about it out here. I don't know if he's listening."

"Who?"

"Y'know, the guy you hate."

"..."

"The hotelier."

"..."

"Alastor."

"OH! Yeah, come on in then."

"Thanks."

Angel walked into the room after Lucifer opened the door again. Maybe that comment about the sound not being a rubber duck was wrong, as there were hundreds strewn across the room. Lucifer lead Angel over to a desk, where the two demons sat down.

"Right, so what is it you needed?"

"I want to get Husk out of his contract with Alastor. I know I should probably focus on getting mine gone first, but Husk..."

"Ahhh, I see I see. Contracts are usually easier to mess with when you don't have one yourself, so we should probably get you freed first, and then focus on your boyfriend."

"Woah, Husk is not my boyfriend."

"Really? Huh, guess my intuition's a bit rusty, eh? Anyways, I want you to know now that this will be very difficult, and in the end, you both may not even end up truly free. I can try to work my magic, but there's no guarantee. I'm not even sure if I could remove the contract."

"I know, but I have ta try. For Husk."

"Alright. To start off with, I'm going to need your contract. Do you know where your boss keeps it?"

"In his room. I think, anyways. Asshole usually keeps em in his office but I'm his 'special toy.' Problem is that I can't exactly get in there without getting fucked in both senses of the word."

"Yikes. Maybe I could... interrupt?"

"Didn't know you were into that stuff."

"Noooo nononono no. I meant I could come to the tower and request an immediate meeting while you two are...you know, he'll need to leave to see me. I am the king of Hell, after all."

"How would ya even know when to show up?"

"Here, take this."

Lucifer grabbed a bracelet from his desk and handed it over to Angel. A collection of pretty beads with a little duck charm in the middle, all cool to the touch, adorned a black cord.

"A... bracelet?"

"The little ducky charm in the middle will let me know if you tap it. Honestly, probably the most useful duck I've made."

"So I get Val in bed, tap the duck, you distract him, and I get the stuff. Then what?"

"Leave?"

"Problem with that is Val would murder me if I ran."

"...Not if he can't."

"Heh?"

"Well, if we can get you back to the hotel quick enough and get your contract taken care of, we may be able to stop him. He wouldn't want to stand up to the king and princess of Hell, after all."

"Yeah, he wouldn't. Damn this might actually work."

"Let me know when you're ready, Angel. I'll be there to bail you out. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my other projects."

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That's all I have for right now wich kinda sucks cuz I wanna show off more, but hey, I'll make sure to post updates when I get the first part finished!

[sixtysixproblems]

(kicks down door) hey. hey guys. keeli & ponds have the same rusty colored armor, in i think the exact same shade. keeli was a captain and not a commander, so logically it's possible he served under one. so keeli was one of ponds's captains and i will die on this hill. considering how talented he seemed to be in the little screen time he had (and considering he was trusted highly enough to serve directly with a jedi), he could have been Ponds's second-in-command even. ya'll. ya'll what the FUCK am i supposed to do with this at 12 fucking am.

have some semi-organized/semi-incoherent thoughts:

this battalion seems to have really shitty luck with Clone COs getting fucking twc is a tragedy'd because YEOWCH. like can you imagine, your captain and all the clones with him die in a self-sacrifice last stand, and then your commander + command crew of a cruiser dies to bounty hunters. like i bet it's not THAT uncommon, and the 501st had a lot of plot armor in a way, but still?? that relatively early on in the war both times too?????? and can you imagine being Mace (and possibly Neyo) and having to navigate that morale disaster on top of your own probably messy feelings on both situations? like yikes oh my god.

well now i'm drawing parallels between their deaths, gee thanks. and now im wondering that after keeli died in that way, that was a big part of why Ponds chose to go down with the ship? like, from what we gathered of him, it seemed to be in character regardless...but if Keeli and a bunch of other men had died under his command, i bet it didn't even feel like an option to abandon the command crew/admiral-- even if it seemed implied (or at least in my interpretation) that ponds wasn't obligated or even expected to stay on the cruiser.

both deaths are written to make the audience feel shitty despite not really knowing these characters, but for different reasons. keeli's feels very "classic tragedy" aka it sort of echoes some greek/roman myths and tragedies for me. like it's very honorable, brave, and it's a heroic sacrifice, and because twc is twc it's a brutal fight pretty damn clear (to my recollection at least) no one got out of that fight alive. you root for the characters because they're pretty fucking likable instantly because of what they're willing to do to protect the twi'leks, even if you can tell they're doomed from the start or you're on a rewatch. you know why it has to happen, you just cant help but hope it won't. filoni seems to like this trick a lot cough cough fives

Ponds's death by contrast, was intended to feel pointless, and that's where the sense of tragedy/audience's sadness comes from at least in part. keeli's death was sad because even if these characters could have lived, they were too good to take that road and instead picked the greater good, and it was just...fucking sad, man (its 12 dont come here for good analysis). By contrast, despite ponds having a pretty impressive handle on the situation actually (he seems to get under Sing's skin a little, and it's my opinion/headcanon that the CT number he gave was a lie), it's not like he's actually in control of the situation/has any agency at all. It's cruel and it's unfair and feels pointless, especially considering he survived the ship crash and survived the bounty hunter's attack on the survivors-- and especially contrasted with most other named character TWC deaths, which are almost always in battle/a heroic sacrifice/etc.

so yeah, moral of the story, while the deaths have some parallels to me, they're also very different. filoni used different writing tricks to make me you cry over another barely mentioned copy paste man. again.

very unhappy considering the HCs of Rex both being close to Keeli (often as batchmates), and being stolen adopted by Cody & CC batch. i'm also very unhappy about all of this in general.

one thing that's interesting, is that clearly keeli's death can be pulled off without any previous screentime (sobs). but i dont think ponds's death would have worked as well if it wasn't for his (albiet brief) screentime in the ryloth arc. like, in hindsight, oh boy-- there is no reason (I can parse out, at least) to give precious screentime Mace Windu's random clone commander primarily to make him more likable-- via a good report with Windu, and wanting to pass on rations to the civilian/sad about ensuing warcrimes-- if you weren't, oh i dont know, trying to get the audience a little attached or at least remember his name for when you fucking kill him. like yeah, those scenes served dual purpose, but the other plot-y goals (like "here's the horror of fucking war again in our pg7 show") could have been pulled off other ways with characters that get more focus/the audience already knows (Cham, who would have a more emotional reaction, and Mace, who the audience already has a rapport with). maybe im thinking too far into this, but Perhaps Not.

my "first" (probably not, but first watch since i was ten) of That Scene involved "oh fuck that isn't the nice commander from ryloth right" (checks wookipedia) "fuuuuuuuuuck--", so. it still would have been sad, but it's a lot more sad if you remember (even vaguely) who he is and have your (anakin sad boy voice) "that was ponds" moment.

yeah idk how to end this. suffer as i have, i guess?

[unda-dsk]

its very interesting that in emc and emc2 they both get rid of different halves of the same evil

dirk goes to murder bro while dave and rose exorcise and destroy cal both leaving the other alive and still capableof hurting them

its also very interesting how different they are

same idea but different ages, and now dave has 2 soulmates nice funny that its him and not sollux

but it changes so much

poor john ow

poor hal yikes

poor everyone jesus

wait i was reading the comments tfym gamzee got cal

momlonde and bro are horrible in different ways and care about each other enough to both make the abuse potentially lighter in some parts and so much worse in others oh no

it does seem a lot like at least some if not all of the kids are going to have different classes, someone pointed out that dave seems to be leaning towards being a rogue and i personally think rose doesnt seem as passive as a seer usually implies and i think karkat might be a mage? bard dirk?(hope not) its been a while since i read imma bit rusty on the plot

i love both emc2 and 22sl because we know everything but we also know nothing its so fun i am in pain :D

There are some very fun changes going on and I'm having so much fun with them. It's very fun getting to make the works mirror each other like that and I love that you caught it >:3c

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

Cant believe i'm at episode eight.

once again prime spoilers

wait! black rose is gonna see rusty!

nine is a sassy boy

yikes the masts down

Batten wants murder.

THe angels voyage! i knew it was gonna reference angel island or the master emerald!

nice save from sonic

oh that not good

ooh i know it would be interseing meeting themself

HE"S LEAVING THEM

YEah, listen dread. A knuckles doesn't give up.

HE"S BACK!

Are you sure about that dread?

oh no nine thinks hes been abandoned.

Dread what are you doing?

THATS THE POWER POWER OF A KNUCKLES!

Nice catfiash!

Oh sword fight!

HEy he taught dread to!

seriously check sonic for a concusion

and down goes rsuty

dread is so cool

do the shards have some strange affect on the mind?

Shadow!

no. no way it THAT where they leave us.

I

okay

wow.

[liopleurodean]

Season 6, Episode 3: The Third Man

Heh. Get it? The third episode is the third man? Okay, I'll see myself out

Uh oh

Eew

That's nasty

You think?

Sleepy Dean

Oh, Dean...

Workout montage

This is weird

You can see her bra through her shirt (probably on purpose)

Interesting

He did

Uh oh

You should've gone after that guy

Nice

Interesting

Oh, that's nasty

Listen, I can do blood and gore, but I draw the line at body horror

Ben, what are you doing?

Yikes

Like a true military wife

Pfft

Too much, but it's worth it

That's weird

Yeah, still gross

To what?

Nice

Interesting

Wow, Dean

Absolutely!

Dean.

Yikes

Whoa, Sam!

Whaaat

That's suspicious

Aw, that's a waste

Clearly not

Vengeful spirit?

The cicadas?

Ewww

Plagues!!

Great

Dean is acab confirmed

Touche

Why not you?

To get his feathery ass down here!

Dean

He's right there

Hi Cas!

Nice, Sam

Yup!

Dean is confused

That's all he wanted to know

Fun

That... makes sense

Yeah, I think so too

Greeeat

Sum of All Fears situation

His "people skills" are "rusty"

Poor guy

Come on, Cas

Sam.

Cas, you can't just-

It's the kid?

Dean gets it

Calm down kiddo, it's okay

What was the angel's name?

For what?

Sam.

Of course

Whack

Maybe

Sam doesn't have a soul either

Whoa

Oh, that poor kid

I'm sorry, Cas

Oh! Balthazar!

Uh oh

Crap

Whose car was that?

Nice

Dean!

Dean, you started it

Of course

Interesting

Of what?

You're not gonna heal it?

Uh oh

Dean.

Interesting

Balthazar has interesting taste

That's weird

Good for you, Cas

No, he isn't

Right

Good for you... I guess?

Sure!

Not exactly

What was that

Interesting

Nice

Oh, Cas...

Maybe, maybe not

Thank you, Balthazar

Pillar of Salt. Nice

Or your guns

Dean's 2/2

Nice, Cas

I mean. Fair

It's Right. There. In front of them

No, not really

Repacking after a long trip sucks

That's awesome

Nope!

Right.

That's not it at all, but they won't figure it out

No. You're not

It's definitely weird

Whoa

Facts

Oh, Dean...

Fun

That's foreboding

[liesforaliving]

"Yeah, pretty much. I actually didn't look at the clock when I went to bed, so I'm not sure." It wasn't light out, so it was hard to say. Bobbi didn't mind though. "Oh yikes. I mean, I'm rusty with my Spain dialect too, so it sounds like we should have traded places. I much prefer German, or Mandarin, to be honest."

@therxdeemxr sort of asked for a thing

"Bucky!" Bobbi called after him, jogging to catch up. "Hey, I heard you were back! Nice to see another familiar face."

[ghostlywriterneon]

Which is Your Morality Alignment?

Your Result: Neutral Good 89%

You do your best to help as many people as possible. Sometimes you cooperate with authority, and sometimes you act independently; some may call you an idealist, though you know in your heart and your head that what you're doing is right. This particular zeal develops you into the archetypal "champion", as you fight evil and corruption everywhere you go.

Tagged by: @pairo-ofkurutaclan​

Tagging: uhh... anyone who’s active

[writefightandflightclub]

Lulu I know it’s like two years old but I just wanted to let you know that I would do ANYTHING for a happy ending sequel to your Poe fic “almost but not quite” (I was rereading it)

Also your account brings me great joy

Love u

-🌻

Hey love!

Thank you for this. I'm so happy my account brings you joy- that's such a lovely thing to hear!

I know I don't always manage to fulfil requests / asks but look - I did something for this one! Woohoo!

So, please see an Almost, but not quite continuation below the cut! It's a quick one and not a fully-blown thing like the one-shot, and I'm probably a little rusty with Poe by now, but I hope you enjoy it :D

Warnings: alcohol mentions / hangover.

“Nnngghh,” Poe complains weakly at Snap as he drags the covers away from his head, allowing the sliver of sunlight through the shutters to assault his eyes. “Stop. Make it stop.”

“We have to leave, Poe,” his squadron member insists, his abundant patience wearing thin.

Poe groans hoarsely. In his state, leaving might be a problem. “I know I said I could fly with my eyes closed,” he rasps, his voice like sandpaper, “and I can, but this might be a different story.”

“Get up, Poe. Now.” Snap tries a firmer hand.

“Have you ever hurled in a cockpit, Wesley? Because I have and it’s no fun.”

“You have?” you insert from the lumpy easy chair in the corner of the hotel room, alerting your squad leader to your presence for this first time. “Ew.”

“Yeap,” Poe groans, rolling over to follow the sound of your voice and then instantly regretting the motion. “Bad batch of rations after that layover on…” He retches at the memory and thinks better of his story, his hands coming up to his sweat-beaded face. Yikes - he looks peaky. “Stars. Why did we all get so drunk last night?”

Snap shuffles impatiently from foot to foot, sighing emphatically.

“Well, no, we didn’t all get...” you begin to explain, leaning forward to brace your elbows on your thighs -that was emphatically just Poe- but you are cut-off by BB-8’s excitable beeps.

Poe sits up in bed, his eyebrows raised and his chin angled down to the floor where his best bud sits. The covers slip down over his torso with the motion, and you avert your eyes from the sight of his smooth, tan skin, exposed all the way down to his hapy trail. “What do you mean a blurrg ate my jacket? Why didn’t you stop them?”

Beebs beeps indignantly.

“He did try. I can vouch for your round boi,” you insist before surging up from your position, growing impatient yourself. “You’re relieved, Snap. I’ll wrangle his his royal petulance from here.”

You nod towards the door and Snap looks grateful. “Thank stars.” The man wastes surprisingly little time in scarpering from the room, leaving you to pad over to the faucet, filling a very necessary cup of water for Poe, and stirring a pouch of hangover-be-gone into the liquid.

You feel Poe’s eyes follow you as you cross the room, and, when you turn back to him, his eyes are softly glowing with appreciation. “You’re always taking care of me.”

You blink bashfully as he takes the glass from you, sipping it down.

You sigh as if burdened, but your tone is fond. “Meh. Someone’s got to. Because you're always getting into trouble."

You toss him a small smile. Poe returns it but it’s... tentative, his umber eyes bleary yet busy with thoughts. “Hey. Why do I have a bad feeling about last night?” he asks, rubbing his face with his palm and rasping over his stubble. “Did I… say something to y-”

Oh no. All kinds of nope, you think in panic.

You need to halt this particular -potentially highlu awkward- train of thought in its tracks. Stat. And so, you interject abruptly. “-You need to make it downstairs in ten minutes or we’ll be charged double the credits, Poe!" Hurriedly, you begin a flustered circuit of the room, tossing stray items into his pack and scanning the floor for his discarded clothes. “Check-out first. Then, you can hurl all you want.”

“D’ya promise?” He throws you a lopsided smile, his forehead glistening with a cold sweat. Kriff, he does seem like he’s suffering.

Your eyes involuntarily sweep over him as, even now, his subtle flash of teeth is entirely disarming. Not to mention the rest. His bare torso and complete lack of regard for nudity - his sprouting stubble and sleep-tousled curls. You shake your head in slight disbelief as a heat flushes over your skin. “I hate you, Poe Dameron. How do you look attractive, even now?”

Poe’s eyes glow a little more deeply, managing to look self-satisfied as he leans back on his hands so that his sheets slip dangerously low. “Yeap. I hate you too,” Poe draws, in a way that makes the words sound the exact opposite, and for a moment, your breath hitches as your eyes snag on his.

That is, until you scoop up his strewn pants and throw them at his head. Luckily, not all of his clothes were eaten by a blurrg last night… though your skin flares with heat as you conjure a very particular image of that scenario.

“You’ve got 7 minutes. Drink that." You point. "Put these on. I’ll see you down there. Okay?” You jab your finger at him. “I mean it, Poe. If you fall back asleep I'm trashing your X-Wing.” He knows you're not even joking.

He pouts his full lips at you, but finally concedes. “Yes, boss. You got it.”

You swan out, thankful to be out of the increasingly hot room, and Poe swings his legs to the edge of the bed. After a shudder, and a moment in which he lets his nausea settle, he downs the remainder of his miracle cure; and then, he hastily stuffs his legs into his pants and boots, looking at the pack you’ve leant up against the bedside table with a rush of affection - all his belongings correctly sifted into his preferred pockets.

Poe’s stomach turns over once again, but this time it isn’t only the alcohol.

He switches his gaze to his round boy, his fingers massaging his temples.

“How bad is it Beebee? Run me through the highlights of my dumbassery, will ya pal?”

As Poe finishes dressing and clears out, Beebs does indeed recount the highlights, as requested. He recounts Poe’s epic face plant. The swaying and the singing. The blurrg incident, which Poe insists that Leia must never hea about. And then, he pauses as he reaches the point of your arrival.

Poe swallows thickly. “Buddy,” Poe pleads, and the droid rocks on the spot. “Did I tell her?”

Beebs lets rip with some very emphatic beeps, and Poe's eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline.

“A coward?! Seems harsh but okay, son.”

The beeps continue.

“And why don’t I need to worry?”

There are more beeps, and this time Poe is frozen in his tracks.

“She kriffing what?”

***

When Poe eventually makes it downstairs you are there waiting, with a fond, sympathetic smile.

“Here. Sunglasses,” you offer, and gratefully, as the harsh light of day burns his sensitive corneas, Poe unfurls them and slips them over the bridge of his prominent nose.

You guffaw. “You look like a cantina front man after a heavy night.”

He smiles broadly, though he can muster little energy. “Uh huh.”

Then, you link your arm into his and guide Poe towards the nearest suitable food joint.

“Hey,” he begins, his voice warm and a little rough, just like his hand as it settles over yours. “How are you after...”

“After almost dying yesterday, you mean?”

“Mmm.” His grip on your hand becomes a little more secure. That could be an attempt at comfort - or it could easily be his unsteady legs.

You scoff. “I'd say I'm in a better kriffing state than you, Dameron.”

Poe returns your easy smile, even as the motion of walking makes him want to throw up.

“Now, come on hotshot. Let’s get you some breakfast and a darkened room. I did some recon and found us a spot. Dingy as anything. Very, very grim - you’ll love it.”

“I love you,” Poe says softly, as your pairs of boots continue to scuff together over the red dust.

Your voice becomes audibly thinner, cracks forming. “Yeah. I know you do. I'm a lifesaver, right?"

He turns his body, his hand on your elbow swivelling you to face him, bringing the two of you to a standstill. “No. I... I mean it,” he utters earnestly, and yet you begin to turn away from him. Away from this conversation.

“It’s... not the best time Poe.”

Maybe it isn't. Maybe there have been a thousand other, better times to do this, but Poe has missed every damn shot so far. And so, he grabs your hand just before you extend past his grip, spinning you gently back toward him. “But I keep missing my chances here. And you almost...” Poe can’t complete the sentence, his lower lip trembling. "I almost..."

With a heavy sigh, you lift the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose so you can look him in the eyes. You find his umber eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed, but still entirely beautiful, even as he blinks and squints with his temporay aversion to the sunlight. You were going to be more harsh perhaps, but your expression visibly softens when your gaze meets his and you drink in his molten eyes.

“I... I love you too, Poe,” you say casually. Naturally. As though it’s the easiest thing in the world, and Poe’s arms drop limply to his sides in shock. He almost looks as though he could keel over, but that could easily be the alochol in his system too. "But Beebs probably already told you that, right?"

“You do?” Poe asks in a choked voice, heavy with emotion.

Your lips twitch with a smile, and you tenderly replace his sunglasses. “Of course I do, you idiot.” And then, you slip your hand into his and give it a tug, since Poe seems temporarily stupefied by your confession, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. “Now come on,” you urge, your smile gradually inching over your face, until it is radiant and full-blown. “I’m not kissing you until you smell better, so let's get started on that. It’s like a brewery up here.”

Poe grunts as if in protest, even as he lets you lead him by the hand, but when you tease him like that, an easy grin claims his features too. You throw him a sideward glance, feeling instantly lighter - a spring in your step, until you realise you need to slow the pace for the sake of your rather more fragile companion.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Dameron? Why couldn’t you suck it up and tell me?”

He huffs out a gentle laugh. “Well... I... I was afraid to get shot down.”

You squeeze his hand and laugh warmly as you tease him further. “Silly. Why would you be shot down? You’re the second best pilot in the Resistance.”

You are shocked that he does not argue. “Exactly. And the best one wouldda been doing the shooting.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around each other as you lead Poe to the breakfast spot you’d scoped out.

You’re happy, but you can't help but think about how you'd come so close yesterday. So close to ending.

You’d almost...

But that doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

Now, at least, you’ll never have to face your fate -whatever that may be- with words left unsaid. Poe has finally told you how he feels, and you’ve said it back, and hopefully now. however your ending might look, you'll have a greater chance of a happy one.

“Uh,” Poe gags. “Hold up, I gotta-”

You watch as the hero of the Resistance dashes towards the nearest drain and folds forward, hands resting on his bent thighs as he fights the overwhelming need to hurl.

Stars, you love this dumbass. So much. You missed him.

You hasten forward to rub his back with soothing circles, and you look forward to when he’s recovered. To making up for all the ways you’ve missed him for so long.

You smile fondly too, as Beebs surges up to your feet and rolls his head, beeping emphatically.

“That’s right, Beebs," you respond gladly. "Your Papa finally completed his mission.”

Beebs does a happy little dance, and, honestly? You could almost jump for joy too. You are sure that you will, in fact, as soon as Poe is feeling himself again.

And hopefully feeling you too.

[lsd-astronaut]

SO i haven't written in a whole two months. like wth???? anyways, i know i'm supposed to be studying rn but you see, i've been doing so for 6 hours so i thought that i deserved a rest. So in order not to be rusty af for not having done this in ages, i'm writing a lil scenario with ur fav (and mine ofc) murderous bb💕💕💕💕

this is gonna be fluffy af even tho i write angst better bc i like to make myself suffer in my free time and everyone needs fluff in their lives once in a while

So, imagine you've had a shitty day at work (or college, it's your choice really). You feel like you've been ran over by a car multiple times (yikes)

As if you hadn't suffered enough during the day, when it's time to come back home, God decides to play some tricks on you by making you miss your bus and you having to walk home for like an hour bc it was the last bus too

When you arrive to the familiar warmth of your house, you see that it's empty and the lights are off

Which means something horrible: Roger hasn't come from studio yet! (insert a pic of The Scream by Munch)

This automatically puts you in a much worse mood if that was even possible

So you just throw your coat in the hanger by the front door and your shoes haphazardly on the floor

Then, you walk to your room and just... let yourself fall down on the bed (absolute mood)

You wrap yourself with the blankets and stay with your eyes fixated on the wall, and your back to the bedroom door

You don't sleep bc you're just frustrated af and understandably so

Ten minutes later, the front door opens and Roger comes in

"Y/N, I'm home!!", he screams yknow like it isn't almost midnight and your neighbours are surely going to bed rn

He gets confused when you don't scream at him to shut up answer

He steps forward but almost trips with one of your shoes which immediately makes him be concerned bc you're a tidy person (act like you are even if you aren't irl)

So he goes to your room as every light is off and he figures out you're sleeping

But when he comes in the room and sees you lying on the bed, he immediately knows you aren't asleep bc you see, he knows how your breathing sounds when you're asleep

He carefully approaches you and sits down on the edge of the bed

Meanwhile, you feel the bed sinking a bit but try to ignore it the best you can

Roger leans down and softly kisses your cheek after brushing your hair away from your face

"How are you, my love?", he whispers

You, however, stay silent

Roger smiles sadly and rubs your arm and cheek with his fingers (he is still in a sitting position)

"Rough day?", he hums against your hair as he presses soft kisses

You bite your lip as not to show any emotion

Roger, though, keeps caressing you like you're the most precious thing in the world

"You know I love you so so much, don't you? I couldn't imagine a life without you by my side", he smiles against your skin as he kisses your face again and again.

That, for you, is the breaking point

You start to softly cry and you turn around to hug Roger's waist who is still sitting on the bed

He holds your head close as he strokes your hair and your back, and he shushes you

"It's okay, my darling. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Finally, after some minutes, you stop crying and move yourself to a sitting position

You hold your forehead and Roger chuckles when you pout "Great, my head hurts now."

"Then I'll give you a painkiller and some water, but you need to eat something. I'll prepare you dinner.", he says before kissing your forehead

He gets up from the bed and beckons you with him by extending his hand towards you

You happily take it and 1. He pulls you in a hug and 2. He accompanies you to the kitchen

As you're sitting in the table, he cooks you two dinner (imagine he can actually cook) and makes you laugh and forget about your shitty day by telling you about what they've been up to in the studio

hehe oh god i hope you guys liked this as much as i did when i got the idea😩😩😩💕

[tillvclhalla]

[ . . . ]

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Ronald: I agree with @Iñaki on this.

Carlitos: Shocker!

Pedri: Night night! See you guys soon!

Oscar: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

31 March 2021

JC:Do you guys know how lucky we are being this far from Geri for le Poisson d'Avril???

Carlitos: The what now?

JC: Poisson d'Avril

Carlitos: My French is rusty bro, that means?

Riqui: By Rusty you mean non-existent right?

Carlitos: Tais-toi petit idiot

Riqui: You google translating that does not negate my statement genius.

Carlitos: FOR YOUR INFORMATION PETIT, I did not google it.

Riqui: Sure.. I believe you

Carlitos: I DID NOT.. I asked Nyom

Riqui: 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️

JC: Are you two done?

Riqui: Never

Carlitos: Yes, what were you saying Bro?

JC: Poisson d'Avril is April fool

Carlitos: HOW!!??!!

JC: It is

Riqui: Jan don't tire yourself.

JC: Hahahahaha

Carlitos: Doesn't poisson mean fish?

JC: Yes

Carlitos: April Fish?!?!

JC: It's a whole story

Carlitos: Blague d'Avril..

Carlitos: Tromperie d'Avril

Riqui: PROU!!

JC: I'll tell you on PM

Carlitos: Okay

Riqui: You were saying @JC?

JC: Right, we are lucky no?

Carlitos: Life finds a way.. or rather, if he wants to, Gerard Finds a way.

Riqui: Very true

Carlitos: But I feel if he was going to do something he would have done it on Dia dels Innocents.

Riqui: Possible, but one can never be too careful

Carlitos: You are oddly calm..

Carlitos: What are you up to?

Riqui: Nothing. I'm just saying

Carlitos: AhA

Riqui: Juro!

Carlitos: I SAID OKAY

JC: So he can still do damage

Carlitos: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: 🙂

.......

Ansu: OMG!!

Ansu: Guys WHAT IF GERI DECIDES HE WANTED TO PRANK JC AND CURLS ON APRIL FOOL'S!!!

Carlitos: Yes bro, we were literally just talking about that

Ansu: Oh.. where was I?

Riqui: In space clearly.

Riqui: HOW WOULD WE KNOW?!.. YOU WEREN'T HERE

Ansu: Right...

Dembz: Are you okay broski?

Ansu: I think so. I took a nap earlier and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn

Dembz: I was with you up until like

Ansu: up until like what?

Dembz: THE WORD LIKE

Ansu: HUH???

Dembz: "Ansu: I think so. I took a nap early and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn" WHAT DID YOU MEAN AFTER LIKE?!

Ansu: AFTER LIKE WHAT

Dembz: I give up someone else deal with him

Pedri: You took a nap and what?

Ansu: It feels like I woke up in another demention

Dembz: WELL YOU SURE WROTE LIKE YOU WERE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!

Frenkie: Yikes.. that has happened to me before @Ansu I know that feeling.

Pedri: How are you today bud?

Frenkie: I'm alright.

Francisco: Did you get some sleep? A little R&R?

Frenkie: I did

Francisco: 🧐🧐🧐🧐

Frenkie: I did, I promise. I slept 8 hours two days ago and 6 hours last night

Ronald: Why six?

Frenkie: I had to go .. and after that I couldn't sleep anymore. So I studied for a bit.

Ronald: Studied??

Frenkie: Yes Català

Riqui: 🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰

Frenkie: 💜

Riqui: But you are feeling better?

Frenkie: Yes

Pedri: If you say so.

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Ansu: It's March 31st right?

Arnau: Yes?

Ansu: Okay

Arnau: Weird

Iñaki: 😂

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Sergiño: Why does Jordi insist on replying with memes?!

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: Jordi for you.

Dembz: Just what Grizou needed an enabler

Ilaix: And the Dad jokes are the worst.. idk whether to laugh or cry

Ilaix: @Carlitos where are your dad jokes?

Oscar: Please don't

Ilaix: I wanna hear his dad jokes

Oscar: No you don't

Ilaix: I do

Ansu: No you do not

Carlitos: Imagine if you walked into a bar and there was a long line of people waiting to take a swing at you.

Carlitos: That's the punch line.

Riqui: Look what you did now

Carlitos: Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?

Ilaix: Idk, why?

Carlitos: Because all the fans left.

Ilaix: GOSH

Ansu: Which dimension doesn't have Carles telling jokes in it? I would like to go there.

Carlitos: I don't play football because I enjoy the sport. I'm just doing it for kicks!

Ronald: Shoot me.

Arnau: Okay we get it Carles.. Please stop

Oscar: I BEG YOU PLEASE

Ilaix: I regret asking

Iñaki: 😵😵😵

Carlitos: Five out of four people admit they're bad with fractions!

Riqui: DO NOT GO INTO MATH JOKES

Dembz: This is the bad place

Carlitos: Ilaix asked 😌

Sergiño: Some questions never require answers. THAT WAS ONE OF THEM

Carlitos: Ask and you shall receive.

Ilaix: Thanks I hated them I would like to give them back.

Carlitos: No returns. No refunds.

Ilaix: 😫😫

1 April 2021

Pedri: Guys

.......

Pedri: Nevermind

.......

Riqui: ??

.......

Pedri: I'll tell you ON Pm

Riqui: Okay

.......

JC: 🤨🤨🤨

JC: What was that about?

Iñaki: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Oscar: Who the hell knows

.......

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Frenkie: Hello??

Francisco: Hiya!

........

JC: ????

Pedri: Hi there

Ronald: Who is this now?

Ilaix: 🤷🏿‍♂️

JC: I don't like this! Identify yourself!

JC: WHO ARE YOU??

Dembz: Let them breathe fréro..

JC: BUT WHAT IF IT'S HIM?!

Riqui: Um.. who is here?

JC: YOU TELL US

Riqui: HOW WOULD I KNOW?!

Carlitos: You are the admin idiot!

Riqui: But I never gave the link to anyone other than Leo!

Carlitos: FUDGE

Carlitos: FUCJ*

Carlitos: FUCKING FUCK*****

Pedri: He wouldn't though

Frenkie: Yeah I think so too

JC: YOU SAID LIFE FINDS A WAY!! MAYBE LIFE FOUND A WAY AND HE GOT THE LINK

JC: WE ARE EXPOESD NOW! This is all your fault @Carlitos

Carlitos: ME? RIQUI IS THE ONE WHO GAVE THE LINK AWAY

Riqui: TO LEO!!!

Pedri: Guys.. I'm sure there is an explanation

Sergiño: Agreed

Sergiño: but also.. this is still sus

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Carlitos: WHO IS THIS NOW

Sergiño: Okay.. now you can panic

JC: WE ARE WELL PAST THAT

Frenkie: 🧐

Oscar: Um.. who?

Riqui: Who is this??

Ronald: 2 new people??

Arnau: Who?

Ronald: Idk I just got here

Ansu: Oh dang

JC: I NEED TO KNOW

Riqui: We should stop talking.. maybe they would speak then

Ansu: Okay logical?

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Arnau: That clearly worked.

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

......

Unknown number: Hello idiots

JC: FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT IT'S HIM!

Riqui: Calm down

JC: I HAVE BEEN TELLING YOU HE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME

Ansu: *Runs*

Ansu: I wish I can irl

Pedri: Soon

Ansu: 💜

JC: i cannot..

Unknown number: Hello morons

JC left

Arnau: 😵

Unknown number: Wow that really was easy

Unknown number: Yes it was

Iñaki: So it really is 2 people

Ronald: hm

Oscar: Jordi and Geri?

Unknown number: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ansu: 😠😠😠

Riqui added JC

Unknown number: 😈😈😈

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Iñaki: It's 23:00 and no one is talking.

Iñaki: It is both peaceful and unsettling.

Frenkie: Very

Arnau: Thanks??

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JC: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

2 April 2021

Unknown number: Alex😜😜

Unknown number: Konrad 😎😎

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Unknown number: It was Riqui's idea

JC: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Unknown number: And Pedri and Fran

Ansu: GASPS!!!!!!!

Oscar: IT'S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!!!

Arnau: YOU SNEAKY SOBs!!!!!

Francisco: 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

Frenkie: I'm actually impressed

JC: I hate you three

Pedri: Hahaha it was April fool's!

Iñaki: I knew I smelt something fishy

Dembz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!

Dembz: WOW

Dembz: 😂😂 good one

Riqui: 😉😉😉

Arnau: Who was the mastermind behind this?

Pedri: Fran

Ansu: THIS IS WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES!!

Francisco: Hahahahahaha

Unknown number: Okay.. See ya

Ansu: Bye whoever that was

Unknown number left

Unknown number: That was Konrad..

Unknown number: Ciao for now

Riqui: Adeu!

Pedri: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Unkown number left

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Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHA I wonder what that message he sent to Leo was 😂😂😂

Pedri: OMG Hahaha poor Antoine

Francisco: I wonder if we all send Leo a message who he will reply to first.

Ronald: NO

Ronald: NO MORE SENDING LEO MESSAGES OUT OF CONTEXT

Arnau: Fran you've been hanging out with Riqui way too much

Dembz: HAHAHAHAHAHA He does talk a lot! Can you blame him

Dembz: LINK PLEASE

Riqui: I wouldn't but sure

Riqui:

Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHAHAHA that's because he is always here Clem

Ansu:

Ansu: I remember that hahaha I was very confused at first

Frenkie: That was nothing.. I almost sent something to the main one that was meant for this GC!!!

Ansu: OMG

Frenkie: Yeah, close call hahaha

Oscar: Whenever he is asked if he can be considered *insert particular position*

Frenkie: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Dembz: WHAT IS THIS FRENCH IDIOTS ATTACKING OUSMANE VIDOE?!?!?!

Dembz: 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

Ansu: Your bestie

Dembz: EX BESTIE. FRIENDSHIP WITH ANTOINE ENDED. Sergiño is now my best friend

Ansu: HURTFUL!!

Dembz: 😂😂

Sergiño: 🤜🏽🤙🏽

Dembz: 👊🏾🤙🏾

Oscar:

Oscar: He really went for you neck huh

Dembz: RIGHT?!

Dembz: He's not lying

Dembz: BUT HE DID NOT NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT?!

Ronald: HAHAHAHAHA

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Carlitos: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! ALEX AND KONRAD WERE THE NUMBERS?????!!!!!!

Pedri: Yes 😂😂😂😂😂

Carlitos: MEAN!!!

Francisco: HAHAHA

Carlitos: I hate you guys

Riqui: Love you too rizos

Carlitos: 💙fuck off

[javelon]

Don't Fear The Reaper

"What the hell??" Chase exclaimed, jaw agape.

He rubbed at his eyes and looked back up. No he was not hallucinating...well maybe he was. How often was it one saw people walk through someone else? Even with his odd family that was something he'd never witnessed before. Wait...could they be a ghost? Someone trapped on earth, cursed to wander it for eternity? 

"Or I'm just crazy." Chase muttered to himself.

He had to know. They were just across the street from his building, he could reach them if he hurried. 

"Please don't be crazy. Please don't be crazy." Chase whispered under his breath.

He knew he probably at least looked crazy, dashing across the street and after someone who may not even be there. But they certainly looked real enough, leaning against a nearby building as if they were waiting for someone. Chase froze when he was just a foot away, suddenly feeling really foolish. What do you even say to a potentially not there person? 'Um hello my name is Chase and excuse me for being rude but are you real?'

Oh shit he said that outloud, Chase realized in horror as you looked up at him. Wait maybe he didn't cause you just looked away, observing the people walking by. 

'Ok this time for real.' Chase cleared his throat, "E-excuse me?"

Annnnd nothing. You just kept people watching. 

'Oh God I am crazy aren't I?' Chase straightened, determined to try one more time before going home and having Henrik just check him into a mental hospital, "Excuse me! Are you real?"

Ah ha you looked at him again! But now you looked confused, looking around yourself before looking back at him, "Pardon?"

Chase nearly whooped in relief, he might not be crazy after all! "Uh right sorry that was rude. Uh...shit...hi my name is Chase and uh...are you...real?" Chase stammered towards the end as your eyes grew wider.

"Are you talking to me?" You asked, seeming shocked.

Chase nodded hesitantly, "Er...yes?"

"You can see me??" 

Chase didn't know how to react to that nor to you suddenly jumping out in front of a man walking past and said man passing through you like you weren't there. The man didn't even flinch though he did give Chase an odd look when Chase gasped. He found himself reaching forward, "Are you a ghost?" He whispered only to jump back when his fingers touched fabric and skin and you yelping in surprise. 

"I'm sorry!" Chase exclaimed, backing up some more to put space between him and this ghost person.

"Wait no!" Chase stopped when you reached out to him, "I'm sorry you just startled me. I'm not used to people seeing me when I don't want them to." You gave him a sheepish grin.

"Oh uh it's alright." Chase smiled at you though he could feel his heart pounding, he couldn't believe he was talking to an actual ghost, "I'm not used to seeing ghosts either so this is a new experience for both of us."

"Ghost? Oh no I'm not a ghost." 

Chase raised an eyebrow when you hesitated. If you weren't a ghost then what were you?

"I'm...uh...a reaper actually."

Oh.

OH.

Chase swallowed, his heart racing even more. He should have just ignored this strange person and gone inside to film. "You're death?"

You chuckled, "Oh no I just work for him."

"But you still kill people?"

Chase couldn't help flinching at your loud "No!"

"Sorry." You apologized, "Been awhile since I've been a normal person. Bit rusty on the communication skills." You took a deep breath, "Reapers don't kill people. What we do is go to someone who is dying or has already died and then escort their soul to the afterlife."

"Ohhh." Chase frowned and looked down at his body, "Err I'm not dead am I?"

You grinned, "No need to fear, you are 100% alive and well."

"Oh good." Chase let out a sigh of relief, "So uh...why can I see you then?"

You shrugged, "No idea. Never heard of this happening before. Though I've only been a reaper for a few years and I don't talk much with the other reapers assigned to this area." 

"Huh." Chase looked around at all the people walking up and down the sidewalk, "I probably look a bit nutty, looking like I'm talking to air. Maybe I should act like I'm on the phone." Chase let out an awkward chuckle.

"Nah you're good. I made myself visible to everyone when I realized you could touch me." Chase must have looked unsure as you then said, "Here I'll show you. Excuse me miss!" You called to a woman passing by.

To Chase's surprise the lady paused and looked over at you.

"Do you have the time?" You asked. The lady pulled out her phone and called back "Just after 10." You smiled and waved, "Ok thank you!" You turned back to Chase with a grin, "See? Nothing to worry about."

"I guess not." Chase smiled back then paused when he remembered something you said earlier, "Wait you said it's been awhile since you've been a normal person. Does that mean..?"

"I was human before yes. Died a few years ago in a car accident and Death offered to let me be a reaper for awhile before moving on." You explained rather nonchalantly as if talking about the weather instead of your death.

"Oh." Chase shifted awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

You waved him off, "S'all right, Chase. It was years ago and I actually died instantly so no traumatic memories or anything like that." You paused before exclaiming, "Oh! And my name is Y/N by the way. Sorry just realized I forgot to introduce myself." You gave him another sheepish grin while holding out your hand. 

Chase had laughed and shook your hand before talking with you about being a reaper. He found out you became a reaper cause Death loved your homemade cookies. "What? No way." "I'm serious! Death really loves good food and I got to be a reaper in exchange for making him cookies! Stop looking at me like that I'm serious!" He also found out you were waiting on the soul of an old man that was on the building you had been waiting outside of. Apparently he was on hospice and would be passing that day so Chase kept you company while you waited.

"Is it hard watching people die?" Chase asked you a few days later when he had encountered you again. This time you were waiting on a cancer patient in Henrik's hospital and he saw you while bringing the good doctor some lunch.

"It was at first." You had replied after a moment, "But then I realized how much I was helping people."

You gestured to the hospital around you, "Most of the people I escort are either old or very sick. They've usually been suffering for a long time. But when I see their souls they're finally free of that suffering. And they're usually happy to see someone is waiting to take them to their afterlife."

Chase hummed in response, thinking over your answer.

It was an odd friendship he built with you over the following months. He never knew when he was going to run into you and it wasn't like you had a phone or computer he could contact you on. And yet everytime he saw you it was like you had been friends for years. He told you things he'd never even told his brothers. His fears of not being a good dad, his fights with Stacy (he didn't wish to trouble his brothers with that), his growing disappointment with his channel just to name a few. And you always provided an ear and a shoulder if he needed it. Though there was still one thing he never told you, not even after Stacy filed for divorce. But he knew you of all people would probably understand...

~~~~~~~~~~

You were enjoying the spring afternoon air one day as you walked through town. It had been a pretty quiet day for you so far, only having to escort an elderly lady in her 90's to the afterlife that morning. The singing birds nearby made you smile while the smell of fresh cut grass reminded you of days long passed. All in all it was a beautiful day and you wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. 

Which is why you gave a slight sigh when you felt the pull of a soon to be dying soul on you. Damn, you were hoping the elderly lady would be the only one today. Maybe you could have sought out Chase. It had been awhile since you'd seen your friend and you'd love to chat with him again. Oh well maybe you could go find him after this escort.

Closing your eyes you felt yourself teleport to the soul's location, flinching when you heard a gun go off. Yikes gunshot deaths were one of your least favorite ones to death with. There was always a lot of grief involved in those, regardless of how the person got shot.

Bracing yourself you opened your eyes and looked around for the person you'd be escorting. It only took a moment for you to find their body on the floor.

And it only took a moment longer for you to scream, "NO!!"

Laying in a growing pool of red was your friend Chase, his gun still held loosely in his hand. 

You put your hands over your mouth, trying to stop your horrified screams but you weren't prepared for this! You didn't want to escort him! Not yet! Not for decades to come! You panicked and used your powers to just shove at Chase's soul when you felt it start to detach from his body, forcing it to stay. Then you felt around the building, surely there was someone nearby who could help! You weren't supposed to interfere but Chase was...no is your friend! You weren't going to let him die!

There! In an office the next floor down you could feel one of Chase's brothers. In an instant you teleported yourself to them, finding his brother Anti fiddling with some equipment. You weren't sure what to do at first, while you knew who Chase's brothers were, you had never been introduced to them and didn't know if they knew who or what you were. So instead of showing yourself you pulled on one of your abilities as a reaper, imitating sounds. Usually you used it to provide a comforting and familiar voice or sound for a distraught soul but now you used it to imitate the gun going off in the distance. Anti immediately froze before glitching away. 

You teleported after him just in time to hear him scream "͞C͢͏̵H̛̕AS̴͡E̶͘͘!̕!̀". Your heart broke as you watched him fall to his knees next to Chase's prone body, the pool of red soaking into his jeans. You popped away and back with towels from the nearby janitorial closet, quietly placing them in the corner where Anti could easily see them. When he did he quickly grabbed them and pressed one against Chase's head, sobbing and pleading, "̡No͏́͟n͘o̢̡ń͠o̡͏n̡o!̀͜! F͘͏ų͘͞c͢͟k̨͢ ̀No ̸C̸҉h̛as̢e̵͜ ̧Pl͡e̷̢͞a̸͟s̷͜ȩ̷͞!͏̴̕!͏ G͢O͠D͏͠ ̀C͟͏H҉Ą͢S̨͜E̶͝ ̵̕͠ŃO̴͝!̢͜!!͏"̀͟

Your broken heart only shattered more when Jackie and Henrik arrived, both equally as distraught as Anti. You had to silently steady Henrik's hands, his despair causing them to shake too much to work on Chase without help. Even the superhero you had to steady and guide, his shaking knees threatening to buckle when he lifted Chase to take him to the hospital, his unending tears making it hard to see where he was going.

What followed was several long, harrowing days of you standing vigil over Chase, silently and secretly guiding his brothers' hands to help save him. When you felt his vitals start to dip when Henrik had passed out from exhaustion you would wake him up with a subconscious need to check the areas that were failing. When Marvin's magic started to wane from all the healing spells he was trying, you lent him some of your own energy, guiding his magic to the parts of Chase's brain that you could feel were still damaged. The only times you left was when you felt another soul needed escorted. You were still a reaper after all. You had a job to do. But you always came right back.

You fell to your knees and wept with relief when you heard Henrik tell the others that Chase was going to live. You had felt it yourself but to hear someone else say it provided a balm to your heart that you had desperately needed. You don't know how long you cried, finally letting out all the grief and guilt that had built up in you. You felt like you had failed Chase in some way. Failed as his friend to not notice this. Surely as a reaper you should have seen the signs?!

"Hey. You in the corner."

Your head snapped up at hearing Anti's voice, shocked to see the others had left and Anti was looking straight at you. 

"You can see me?" You asked after a moment.

Anti nodded, "Right now I can. You've been here for awhile though. I caught glimpses of you when I'd glitch in or out of the room."

"Oh." Huh you guess that sort of made sense. Death had explained that reapers could exist on a different plane which is how they could move about invisibly. Anti must move through that same plane when he glitched around. And focusing now you could feel that you must have slipped back into their plane while you were crying, which explained why Anti could see you now.

"You were there in...that room too..right? You brought the magically appearing towels."

At your surprised look Anti chuckled, "Doc doesn't believe it but I'm pretty observant. Just easier to pretend I'm not. Get away with more ya know?"

You gave a weak smile in return, "Yea that was me." You looked over at Chase, your heart breaking again at seeing him lay there, far too still and wires and bandages everywhere. "I couldn't let him die." You whispered. 

"You his guardian angel or something like that?"

This time you chuckled, "Something like that."

"Huh. Cool." 

For several moments you sat in silence, both of you just watching Chase's chest slowly rise and fall with each breath. It brought you comfort being able to see his body still working.

"Thank you." Anti's voice broke the silence. You looked up at him but he was still looking at Chase, "Chase...he means everything to us. So uh...thanks. For protecting him." 

You smiled at him, confident Anti could see you out of the corner of his eye, "Of course. He means a lot to me too. Though maybe..." You paused then sighed, "Maybe I need to be better about making sure he knows how much he means to...everyone. how much he's loved."

Silence fell again before Anti finally said, "Yea I...we could be better too..."

Later that night you sat next to Chase's bed, fingers carding through his hair. "You need to wake up soon Chase. Your hair could use a wash." You whispered, a small smile on your lips.

"He shouldn't need washed at all and yet here we are."

You yelped and spun around. Standing in the doorway behind you was your boss, looking both faintly amused and slightly bored like he always did. "Err hi Death."

He raised a brow at you, "Y/N"

He looked over at Chase and walked towards the bed, his shoes echoing on the tile. You couldn't help angling your body slightly to hide Chase from view a bit, though you knew you couldn't stop Death if he wanted Chase.

Several tense moments of silence passed before Death hummed. "In all my many long years I have never seen a reaper fight so desperately against their job."

You swallowed, "His soul never left his body..."

Death glanced at you, "Not for lack of trying though."

As Death looked over Chase's vulnerable form, you found yourself silently praying that all your hard work wasn't for nothing. You held your breath when Death turned to face you fully, "It's a good thing I like your cookies." He started walking away. When he reached the door he paused and looked at you over his shoulder, "It is important to take care of your friends. But Y/N?"

"Yea?"

"Don't do this again."

"I won't sir."

Your shoulders slumped with relief when Death disappeared. You couldn't help but let out a silly giggle, overcome by joy that Death let Chase live. Chase's road to recovery was going to be long and hard but you were going to be there. After all it's important to take care of your friends.

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This story was inspired by the lovely @clanwarrior-tumbly's story Ghost Whisperer, which you should totally go check out if you haven't yet!

[engineering-myself]

I'm a big ball of stress today

With the holiday behind me, now I'm back to thinking about my bleak as hell career this afternoon. I didn't realize until I'd said it to my sister in law that I have an upcoming interview for a teaching position AND I'm considering going back to school at the same time. Like, yikes. I probably don't have time for both things on top of my full time job and will need to pick one.

So that got me stressed about what I reaaaaally want. I wanted to teach a class to try out the profession, but I'm also very rusty on the subject I'm interviewing to teach (it's been about five years since I was actively machining). I'm chuck full of self doubt as it is - do I really want to add to my own stress like that? Idk. I am positively bedeviled with uncertainty about my abilities.

But then is going back to school to change my field a good idea either? Electricians are apparently 97% male, and although my initial thought was 'oh it'll be easy to get an apprenticeship as a woman', it seems like it could work against me instead. I read a post on here a week or so ago that a woman seeking a carpentry apprenticeship was having a hard time finding anyone who would take her since she was a woman. Fucking stupid obviously but I need to be realistic. I'm trying to get in touch with a college that teaches apprenticeship courses so maybe I'll ask them if they help with apprenticeship placement / if they think that's a concern.

On top of career stuff, I'm trying to take better care of myself and look for a gym membership or an active class I could join and that shit is so harrrrd to make time for. It's not going to get easier once I add to my workload 😩

[thelegendofsplattim]

Chapter 8: Resistance

So later that night, I lay on the rusty iron bridge of Bluefin Depot, waiting for the moment when we put our plan into action. Rose and Mina were down below, enjoying the dim light of a bonfire, and Fuchsia was back in Octo Canyon. According to her, her mom was supposed to be home tonight, making this the perfect moment to make this happen. We sent her off with a letter, telling her mom to meet us here, and now we're just waiting for her to come back.

As I lied there, staring at the stars in the sky, I hummed a melody to myself. It was of an old lullaby that my mom used to sing to me all the time when I was younger. Or so I heard. I didn't know mom all that well, because she died when I was 1. Though, I vaguely remember stargazing with her once, as she told me a bunch of facts about the stars... of which I remember none of them.

A little bit later, the sound of footsteps can be heard, clanking across the metal pathways of the depot. Turning over to see who it is, I see Fuchsia running in.

"Did you give her the letter?" Asks Rose, getting up from the bonfire. Fuchsia nods. "Yup. S-she'll be here any minute!" She says, climbing up to the bridge, where I was. I nod, and start climbing down. Mina puts out the bonfire, and sure enough, a few minutes later, more footsteps could be heard from across the depot. They weren't fast, like Fuchsia's, but rather calm and slow.

In the distance, I could see a glowing red dot, as well as some yellow, with a tinge of blue. As they came closer, I could make out more of their features, like how the red dot was on a pair of evil-looking sunglasses (that had kelp tied to it, so that's a yikes), and how their yellow hair was tied in a ponytail, with blue rings on the ends. While Rose, Fuchsia and I were hidden throughout the depot, Mina stood front-and-center, her bioluminescent hair glowing in the darkness.

"So, what's this? You're just giving yourself to me?" Asks Fuchsia's mom; the assassin. Now that she was even closer, I realized that despite her hair being yellow and the rings on it being blue, the tips of her fingers were blood red. I don’t want to think about why. "Not necessarily." Mina responds. "Just thought you could humor me for a sec before I "meet my demise" or whatever." The assassin chuckles, though I can see the red dot on her glasses darting back and forth between us and our hiding spots. Just in case, I hold my breath a bit.

She raises her weapon to Mina's face. "Sure, sure. I'll answer you one question. Ask carefully." Mina thinks about her question... for around two seconds. "Who are you?" She asks. "The name's Silica." Responds the assassin. "Not that you or your friends will be alive to remember it." She says, quickly turning her weapon in my direction, and firing a shot. I yelp a bit as I dodge out of the way. The shot seemed to have the range of an E-Liter, maybe more, but the charge time was definitely more akin to the Squiffer. Oh dear, what have we gotten ourselves into...

Mina uses the extra fraction of a second that my existence bought her to whip out her Luna Blaster and fire a shot at Silica, forcing her to back off. Then, she makes a beeline for... anywhere else but there. "Scatter!" Mina shouts to us as she runs. I nod, and book it in some random direction, with Rose and Fuchsia doing the same. "You can run, but you can't hide..." Says Silica, just barely audible over the unmistakable sound of Autobombs.

Quickly, I duck into a small building nearby. It was rusty like the rest of the depot, and looked like it had been abandoned for decades, but it made for a good enough hiding spot. Once I catch my breath, I turn to my phone.

"Everyone ok?" I text to the others, via a little group chat we set up beforehand. "I'm alright; hanging near the west side" types Rose. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Rose was nearby where I hid. "Holding position on the bridge" types Fuchsia. "She hasn't seen me yet." I wait for a second to see Mina's response.

"I think I lost her. Should be safe for now, but not sure how much longer" types Mina. Though I'm relieved that everyone's safe, I can't help but feel chills down my (nonexistent) spine, as the world around me grows eerily quiet; the normally obnoxiously loud sound of Autobombs fading into silence, with no blasts or explosions to be heard...

Rose's POV

I breathe a quiet sigh of relief, knowing that the others are safe, but I continue patrolling the area for any sign of Silica. Blue-ringed octopi like her are as deadly as they come, and after losing mom all those years ago, I'm not taking any chances. Gripping my Splatling tight, I keep wandering around the silent depot.

As I walked, however, I noticed something off in the distance. Or rather, someone. They had short, red hair and skin that looked similar to mine, wearing a blue hoodie and a pair of blue Moto Boots as well. They also had a pair of very familiar-looking Sennyu Goggles on their head. As they turn to me, I can see their eyes, which are as dark of a grey as the goggles on her head. Just like Scarlet's...

"M-mom?" I whisper, cautiously coming a little closer. As I do, she opens her arms for a hug, to which I gladly accept, my emotions taking over for a second. Picking up my pace, I go to hug her, but as I do, the image of mom disappears; the only things left in front of me being a puddle of red ink, the pair of Sennyu Goggles, and an Autobomb. I caught only a quick glimpse of it, but the bomb was pitch-black with blood red accents, as opposed to their normal white-and-whatever color scheme. There also appeared to be some sort of camera or something on it, which must've been what was displaying the hologram of mom.

Seeing the bomb, I quickly backflip out of the way of the explosion, and while I survived for the most part, the blast still grazed me. "Oh, that dirty little..." I mutter, my brain reflecting on what just happened. I was already against that assassin, but now she's made it personal.

As I catch my breath, I hear a scream coming from a small building nearby, and instantly, my big-sister instincts kick in. "Scarlet!" I yell, making my way to the building where the scream came from.

Scarlet's POV

"Not again, not again, not again..." I think to myself, as I whimper in the corner of the building, with tears streaking down my eyes. As much as I wished this moment wasn't real, there was no way that it wasn't. I could feel the cinders occasionally graze my face; I could smell the smoke in the air, and most importantly, I could see the billowing flames burning in front of me. My back was turned towards the wall, and the only door and all of the windows were already engulfed in flames.

This wasn't like when I was 7, when the school I was in went ablaze and I was barely able to escape through the window. 

(Yeah, everyone else evacuated without me, and I was left behind to fend for myself. Being extraordinarily average has it's downsides, I guess...) This time, every escape I had was covered. My only option was to hope that someone outside heard my cries for help, which I could barely hear over the crackling of the fire. "So this is how I go, then. Burnt, charred, and extra-crispy." I think to myself, as the flames slowly grow closer. I start humming that lullaby again, and as I do, Rose comes storming through the door, bursting through the flames like they were nothing. "Scarlet!" She shouts, running to me and giving me a hug. "Rose!" I shout back, eternally grateful to see her again. I throw myself into her arms, and sob uncontrollably into her shoulder. "I-I thought I was a goner..." I say wearily. Rose pats my back. "It's okay, sis. It's okay." She says calmly, though her eyes are darting around the room, as if looking for something. Eventually, her eyes settle on the ceiling, just above the corner where I was a second ago. She whips out her Splatling and shoots the spot, revealing a black-and-red Autobomb. With a bang, it crashes to the floor, and all of the flames disappear.

"You alright, sis?" Rose asks, hugging me again. "Y-yeah. Just a little traumatized, that's all." I say. "So then that makes two of us." She mutters, just loud enough for me to hear. I don't bother asking, as I've already had enough trauma today to last a lifetime, maybe two. "We need to go find the others, ASAP!" I say. Rose nods in agreement, and we take off to go find Mina and Fuchsia.

Fuchsia's POV

From up on my perch on the bridge, I could see mom staring at her phone for a moment, before putting it away and walking in the direction Mina went. She hadn't seen me yet, so maybe this was the perfect opportunity to follow and get the jump on her. But at the same time... I was too terrified to move. "Come on, Fuchsia. This is your chance! Go!" I tried telling myself, but I was still scared. "Look, if you don't move now, someone's going to die here tonight." That was enough to get me to budge. Getting up, I quickly (but carefully) climb down from the bridge, and tiptoe after mom, being careful to stay out of sight.

Eventually, we come across Mina, near the edge of the depot. "Like I said. You can run, but you can't hide." Says mom, tossing one of her Autobombs up and down in her hand. "That may be the case..." Mina says, pulling out her Luna Blaster. "But you never said I couldn't fight!" She fires a few shots at mom, and she dodges the last two, though she got grazed by the first. Mom shakes her head, pulling out her gun. "So you've chosen death, I see? Fine then." She says. "Makes my job easier." She fires a shot at Mina, which she quickly dodges out of the way of. They continue fighting it out like this for a little bit, but over the sounds of gunfire, I hear the faint, yet familiar sound of a Splatling charging. (I wish I wasn't so familiar with it, but I guess it's better to be in this situation.)

Just then, a barrage of projectiles go flying through the air, said projectiles looking similar to those fired from the cannons we have in Octo Canyon. "What in the-" says mom, while Mina has a smirk on her face. With mom distracted, Mina fires her Luna Blaster once again, the shot making direct contact with mom's face, knocking her down to the ground, and knocking the gun out of her hands.

I make my way out of my hiding spot, unsure of what to do. Everything was happening so fast, and I could hardly keep up. "Fuchsia!" Scarlet calls to me. I look to where her voice was coming from, and find her on top of some scaffolding up above. Without much of any prior warning, she tosses her weapon, the 'D-Liter' as she called it, and I barely catch it, making my way to mom and pinning her chest to the floor with my foot. Though I couldn’t see her eyes, I didn't need to to see that she was mad. Finagling with the behemoth of a weapon I was given, I point it at her; my face with a slight touch of sadness on it. "Sorry, mom." I mutter, pulling the trigger, splatting her in one uncharged shot.

Mina then comes by and puts her little octopus ghost in a jar, and Rose calls the police. 

"You alright?" Asks Scarlet, as we watch the police cars take mom away. "Yeah..." I respond. "To be honest, it felt like... like the weight of the world was taken off of my shoulders." Though I'll always love my mother, I'm glad that her days of violence and murder are finally over.