#i'm surprised at how often i go back to Beast honestly

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! You said multiple times that you reread your own stories, so now I am interested if it's ok to ask. Which one you reread more often? Thanks!

Hi anon!

Honestly I couldn't tell you which one I'd reread the most over the last 10 years, but... I would say in the last two years I've probably reread Falling Falling Stars and The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle the most, with The Golden Age that Never Was coming in as an honourable third.

I actually really love the others, but FFS is a comfort fic, I actually really like the kink in Beast and that's a direction I want to go in, and something about the crunchy angst of Golden Age hits my Id just right, especially when it's combined with growth. Idk I'm digging dystopias at the moment, and finding hurt/comfort and hope narratives within them. *Stares at the state of the world and doesn't say a word as to why I might want hope narratives in dystopias right now.*

In the past, I reread Game Theory a ton and also books 2 and 3 of The Ice Plague. I've reread Stuck on the Puzzle more times than is probably sane. Oh and also like...Underline the Blue / Gold and Red get honourable mentions. :D

[eymie]

PHOTOGRAPHER !

pairing: thomas webb x fem!reader

warnings: smut, nudes?? kinda, alcohol, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thats it i think

summary: you were a new york photoprapher and thomas lived in your apartment. and after one frustrating night you invite him into your room.

a/n: WHERE. IS. THE. MF. CALLUM. TURNER. FICS. i’ve been on this game since fantastic beasts. (ive found a few scrumptious callum fics and yk who u r @willyoubemycherryy) also i have not written in a hot minute and none of you expected this.

You lived on the story above Thomas. Not that you ever really noticed him at first, you were relatively new in the complex too. Sometimes you’d hear him having a conversation on the stairs with the old man from 2B. Mix of words you didn’t bother to put together.

Well, you didn’t care until you saw him for the first time. The old man from 2B liked to talk a lot, often chatting you up when you got home from work. Sometimes bringing up Thomas which you didn’t care for.

"He could use a nice girl like you.”

To which you would’ve scoffed. You heard someone running down the stairs, to which you met eye contact with Thomas. Wavy brown hair, pink cheeks, glasses that sort of turned you on.

The real New York type of guy, to be honest, your type of guy. His lips parted as he looked at you, a small nod and than sliding past you.

“Where you going Thomas,” He called out, to which Thomas turned around laughing.

“I gotta go, meeting up with Mimi.” Thomas turned on his heels to leave until he was stopped again by the man.

“I want you to meet me friend.” The man gestured to you, Thomas smiling at you in return.

“No, it’s alright. I have to get going.” You smiled back, walking to the door where Thomas stood. You brushed past him, your clothes brushing his own.

“Where?” Thomas asked, furrowing his brows.

“Around, I’m a photographer.”

That’s how it started. After that, coincidentally you ran into Thomas a lot more after that. Usually alone, and to that he’d usually greet you and say hi. After a specifically draining day, a frustrating one at that, he ran into you in the front door.

He rubbed his eyes, apologizing and then he started talking. Going off about something you honestly didn’t care much about. You liked hearing him talk. You didn’t mean to say it, but you did.

“Wanna talk about it? In my room.” It came out like word vomit, immediately embarrassed. You watched his eyes for a second, not even processing his nod.

You grabbed his hands pulling him up to your apartment, dragging him close behind you. His hand was big compared to yours, you weren’t surprised you had already noticed he was a lot taller than you.

Your anxiety kicked in when you struggled to unlock the door. Him peering over your neck, watching you struggle with your keys. You felt his lips brush your neck slightly, your panties dampening.

You flung your door open a little too excited, a small laugh leaving his lips. He followed you in, to which you immediately grabbed your alcohol off the shelf.

When you turned around, Thomas caught you off-guard, pressing his lips to yours. It was quick, aggressive a bit, which you assumed was probably from nerves. He was quick to shake his head and apologize.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He mumbles, looking down at his shoes. You examine his face, his expression. You hand him the full bottle of alcohol off your counter, to which he takes from you with ease. "Thanks--"

You pull him back down, pressing your lips harder to his than he had before. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on it making him groan into the kiss. He still held the bottle in his hand, but his free hand slid to your waist.

He had you pressed against your counter, nowhere to move. His tongue slid over your bottom lips, you parted your lips allowing him to slip it in. Pressing and sliding against your own making you moan softly into the kiss.

Thomas pulled away, taking a sip of the alcohol, furrowing his brows at the taste. He placed it back on the counter beside you, who was breathless and needy.

He tilted your chin back up, pulling you back into another heated kiss. Both hands now free, groping whatever he could. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, his kiss was intoxicating.

His hand slid up your skirt, tracing the apex of your thighs. His fingers slowly slide up to the wet patch of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

"Thomas," You gasp, pulling away from the kiss. He trails down your jawline and neck, leaving soft wet kisses. He hums into your skin, hands pulling your waist closer to his body. "Wait--"

"What?" He was barely audible, too busy tainting your skin with his marks which you would certainly cover up the next day.

"l don’t know," You gasp, his tongue running over the mark he had just left. You feel him smile into your skin, a small laugh leaving his lips. His fingers sliding over your panties, pressing onto your clothed clit.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulls away looking at your flustered face. His hand pulling away from the apex of your thighs, sliding up your waist and under your shirt.

“No,” You were too quick to answer, a small laugh leaving his lips. The way Thomas kissed you felt urgent, like he needed you now and he could’ve wait. And if you knew any better you would’ve known why.

You walked backwards to your bedroom, never breaking the hungry kiss. His hands were large, pulling at your waist. Your hand pulled back to push the door open further, backing into your small room. He turned you, pushing you against the white door, shutting it with your body weight.

You let out a soft moan as his knee slotted between your thighs, pressing into your clothed his. His hands travelled down to your hip, pulling your cunt harder onto his rough pants.

“Look at you, getting off on my thigh.” You whined at his words, a wet patch forming on the fabric of his pants.

“Thomas, I want you—“

“I know,” He mumbles against your lips. Thomas was usually quick when it came to sex, at least with the foreplay but he wanted to take it slow so bad. Talk you through it. “Don’t worry, gonna fuck you.”

“Now,” You move your head to the side to give him more room to mark your neck. His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, lips attacking your skin.

“Not yet,” His hot breath against your skin, lips pressing to your neck.

Thomas’ hands slid under your thighs, you jump up wrapped your legs around his waist, His fingers press into your skin, holding you up against him. Your arms wrap around his neck as he tosses you down on the mattress.

“Take off your clothes, okay?” You nod in reply and quickly pull off your skirt and panted as he pulls off his shirt. You pull off your own shirt, tossing it onto the hardwood floor next to his discarded clothes.

You look up to see Thomas, pulling off his pants leaving him in his tented boxers. You suddenly feel yourself getting hotter than before.

It was in a flash, he was on top of you, hot skin against yours. His hands pried your thighs apart then slid up to your bra clad chest. He slid his fingers under your bra while he nipped at your jaw. His glasses were still on and pressed into your skin

Your fingers slid up to pull his glasses off his face, to which he tried to resist. “I can’t see without those.”

“Shut up,” You cut him off with a kiss, fingers tangling in his brown hair. His glasses were held in your free hand, falling against the pillow beside you.

He broke the kiss, still brushing his plump lips against yours before speaking. “Put them on.”

You knew what he meant but you ignored him, pushing him on his back instead. You climbed onto his lap, your hands pushing him down against the mattress.

You placed his glasses on your face, they made your vision blurrier and you wanted to see him. You went to pull them off but he gripped your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

His cock twitched through the fabric of his boxers, you slowly grinded your hips in return. A small whimper left his lips, his eyes shut. You slid you hand up his body to his lips, your pointer finger slowly parting his lips.

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, parting his lips for you. You roll your hips again and you listen as another soft groan leaves his lip. You smiled, leaning down to press your lips to his. Deep in the kiss, your hands slide to slowly his boxers down allowing his cock to spring out.

Your lips parted at the sight of his hard cock, pre-cum drooling down the tip. His large hands slid up your waist and pulled you down onto his cock. Your wet folds sliding across his length .

“Want you inside,” You whined, nails gripping his chest. He bit back any noises, nodding at your request and let go of your hips. You bit your lip, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“What do you want?” He asked with a smirk, a little too amused for your own liking. You tried to sink down but he had a firm grip on yours hips stopping you.

“Please, need it.” You whine, trying against but his grip on your hips stopped you from it. You clenched your jaw in frustration at his lack of sympathy.

“Want me to fuck your pussy?” He asked with a small laugh, you scoffed in return.

“You’re too vulgar.”

“I’m about to be inside you, what type of vulgarity would you prefer?”

“Shut up—“ You didn’t get to finish before his hands were pulling your hips down, his tip pushing past your entrance. Your mouth fell agape and your eyes were shut closed. You whimpered at the slight sting, he was bigger than you expected.

“Yeah, take it like a slut.” He smirked, watching as he bottomed out, stretching your cunt wide open. God, he wished he had his glasses on to see how your cunt looked around him.

You didn’t noticed his hand fumbling onto the night table, grabbing your old camera you retired from taking photos. The flash made you squint through his glasses.

The small photo came up on the screen, your perfect body sitting on his cock, tits full and being held in his free hand. He was saving that for later. He put the camera back on the nightstand, hands trailing up to steal his glasses back but you grabbed his wrist.

“I don’t think so.” You swatted him away, adjusting his glasses on your face. Your vision still just as blurry as his own.

“I wanna see you.” He whined, leaning back on his elbows, squinting back at you.

“The photo for later wasn’t enough?” You tease.

“Come on, give me my glasses so I can fuck you.”

You pushed him back down on the bed, raising your hips before dropping them. A groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back on the pillow, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck me, Thomas.” You whined, grinding your clit into his pelvis. His nails dug into your hips leaving red crescent shaped marks. His lips were parted, head back as you rode him. "Please."

With that he flipped you onto your back, pressing your legs to your chest. The small room was filled with obscene noises and the slapping of skin. He thrusted his length into you harder, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

"Fucking begging for it," He grunted, his tip pressing into your sweet spot. Strained moans left your lips, despite your best effort to keep quiet. New York apartments had thin walls.

Your hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the loud moan that had just left your lips. His hand slid to your wrist, sloppily grabbing it and pinning it above your head.

"Don't hold back," He ordered, lips connecting to yours to swallow your moans and whines. His free hand travelled down from where he pinned your legs to your clit, pressing your sensitive bud.

"Fuck--" You moaned, the knot in your stomach tightening. His thumb rubbed your clit harshly, pressing his thumb hard against it. "So close."

"Come for me, baby." His lips brushed against yours, his saliva coating your kiss-swollen lips.

A gasp left your lips, then a strained whine. Your walls clenched around his cock, the knot coming undone. Your head thrown back against your pillow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me." His whispered into your skin, your hips bucking against his thrusts. He pressed soft kisses into your skin as you arched off the mattress. His hands travelled to the arch of your back, rubbing your spine. "So good for me."

You fell back to the mattress, soft whimpers leaving you between your pants. His hand left your sensitive clit instead holding your hips as he neared his own orgasm. Pulling out, his hot seed coating your thighs and stomach.

"Give me back my glasses, I wanna see that photo."

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce goes to meet the other fathers? Have a barbecue with Clark, Oliver, Berry and talk about their kids?

"Damian told me that I was cool, it's been a while since one of my kids told me that" or "Mia is doing so well at school these days"

those moments when they are all (old men) father proud of the mess the kids are?

The dads: *lounging on beach chairs*

Clark: It's nice to finally get a day off. I think Jon needed it more than me. He's still reeling from growing up and suddenly turning back into a kid again.

Ollie: How'd that happen, anyway?

Duke, walking by: That's just this blog.

Clark: What?

Duke: Nothing. Hey, B, can we use the jacuzzi?

Bruce: Sure, go ahead.

Duke: *gives Emiko a thumbs up*

Emiko: *drains the jacuzzi*

Harper and Cullen: *start cleaning the pipes*

Ollie: I know how you feel, Clark. Roy's the happiest I've seen him with Lian back but it's still a big change. We're working on getting her enrolled in school this fall so she can catch up on what she's missed.

Roy: *sprays the tub with disinfectant*

Jason: *dries it with a leaf blower*

Hal: Speaking of changes, Jaime graduated with honors. I know he's not my kid but I can't help but feel like a proud uncle. Kyle got a new concept artist job, by the way, and I think he really likes it.

Jaime: *turns the jacuzzi back on*

Kyle: *sets up folding tables*

Barry, chuckling: Bart tried to enter a marathon the other day.

Clark: Kon wanted to pay money to go skydiving. I don't get it.

Aquaman: I remember when Kaldur joined an amateur scuba class at that age. Perhaps it's an attempt to feel more human.

Bruce: It's easy for us to forget sometimes too.

Kon, carrying a giant pot: Boiling hot soup, coming through!

Kon: *pours it into the jacuzzi*

Cass: *adds spices*

Tim, with a clipboard: One down, eleven more to go. Bart, stop eating the ingredients.

Bart: It's just tofu.

Tim: That's for Damian. What's he gonna do now, starve?

Bruce: Dick's been coming home more often lately. I can tell Alfred's really happy when he sees us all together.

Dick: *drapes tablecloths over the tables*

Wally: *sets up plates*

Steve, walking in: Mind if I join? Diana's running a little late so she sent me and the girls ahead.

Clark: Of course, feel free.

Donna, holding a basket: Where do these vegetables go?

Barbara: I'll take them. Could one of you get some spoons from the kitchen?

Cassie: On it.

Steve: So where are all the ladies?

Bruce: They're in the living room. Selina's showing off her latest... um... collection. Alfred has tea in the kitchen if you want some.

Steve: Don't mind if I do.

Yara: Should I put the meat in now?

Jon: One sec.

Jon: *scoops some soup aside*

Jon: You're good now. I just needed a vegetarian portion for Dami.

Kon: MORE SOUP COMING!

Ollie: Honestly, I'm surprised everyone's doing fairly well given the industry we're in.

Steph, leading a crowd into the yard: And here's where our main event will be.

Bette: *checking names off a guest list*

Bette: That's almost everyone. Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are gonna be a little late. Avery's on a mission in Shanghai so she can't make it. Beast Boy and Raven stopped to buy desserts. And the We Are Robin kids just got stuck on a stalled subway train but they should be here pretty soon.

Clark: I think it's a matter of good mentorship and giving them plenty of time and space to get acclimated to the superhero lifestyle.

Jesse: *making lemonade*

Ace: *fills the coolers with ice*

Garth and Kaldur: *handing out drinks*

Barry: And giving them plenty of room to grow at their own pace.

Hal: Very true.

Bruce, sighing contently: You can't help but be proud of them.

The kids, chanting: HOT POT! HOT POT!

[sheeple]

I'm not the best at these kinds of things (headcanons) but I just had to put it out into the world before I go crazy. This is mostly inspired by DEATH by Melanie Martinez (link). It's half-baked and has no real end. Do with it what you want Warning(s): death / wonky use of past and present tense Part 2 (ish)

Okay so I've had this idea of a soldier (you) that's a human experiment done by the government 

And through science or something you are immortal and heal really quick

Like a stab wound is nothing, a bullet is maybe an hour or two

Very indestructible

You get bounced around different squads and countries 

And when it's time to move on, you get from their handler the signal that they have to fake their death the next time you go on a mission 

It has been like that for years until the 141

At first, the boys don't trust this random soldier Laswell claims is needed until they actually see the absolute beast that is you (you know how to fight and fight well)

Price likes you because you're a fighter. You know how to follow orders and have great discipline

Ghost is iffy at first, but when you take a bullet and a knife to the shoulder for him he sees that you're not just some rando that's temporarily placed with them. He also feels like he owes you

Gaz and Soap are happy to have your company

I feel like they are the most likely to actually talk to you. They don't trust you immediately (Soap does after what you did for Ghost)

Soap is also happy to no longer be the youngest around

It's honestly a surprise to you that you mesh with the Task Force so well

Because most soldiers see you more as a hindrance than an asset

And you're honestly glad to have not received a message to move on

Days turn to weeks, and weeks turn into months that you're with the 141 

This is the longest that you've been with one team and you feel at home

You train with Ghost and celebrate every time you manage to beat him. The man actually laughs when you flop him onto his back and you jump up and down

You help Gaz with cooking when it's his duty. He's a horrible cook, but with your help, his pasta doesn't taste like dog piss

You keep Price company while he does paperwork. He takes your cup of steaming coffee with a grateful smile before turning back towards the file. You take place on the chair in front of his desk and read

You and Soap are often found outside playing soccer together or on the shooting range. He teaches you about explosives and you improve his reloading speed

Everything is fine and you actually feel like a member of the 141. You even think they forgot about you until you've got called into Price's office for a secured phonecall

Price eyes you as you receive the news to get yourself KIA on the next mission and report to your handler

The captain raises his brows and you lie that it was a message from your family. Something about a cousin getting married. 

You even joke with the guys before the briefing about how your parents felt the need to go above and beyond to bring you the news

The mission is simple; get in, extract the hostage, and get out.

You're quiet on the way towards the location, your mind racing a million miles an hour about how you're supposed to leave this

How you're expected to leave the first people who felt like home to you since... ever

You don't notice that a tear has escaped you until Soap has laid a hand on your shoulder. You quickly wipe it away and give the sergeant a smile, reassuring him you're okay

The mission went smoothly until Ghost radioed in that the hostage had a bomb strapped to their chest

You see your opportunity and make your way over to Ghost. He's concerned when you tell him you can free the hostage from their vest

And you do so, successfully

The hostage is free and Ghost is leading them away

You grab your chance and mess with the vest, making it display ten seconds until detonation

"Ghost... Run..."

He turns around, his eyes wide behind the mask. They flicker between you and the vest in your hands

Seeing that the lieutenant isn't moving, you take your own initiative and start running

Away from Task Force 141

Away from your guys

The vest explodes and it makes the building above you collapse and burn. You manage to crawl out under the rubble and get to the rendezvous point that your handler has given you

A chopper is already waiting for you once you get there

Teary-eyed, you watch the buildings grow smaller and smaller until you're too far away from them

Meanwhile...

Soap tries to dig you out from under the rubble but gets pulled away by Ghost

He fights the lieutenant as tears stream over his face

Task Force 141 is sombre once they arrive back at the base and give you an unofficial burial 

One of the hardest things Price ever had to do was report your death to Laswell

Months pass before the boys are a semblance of okay. They are no stranger to death and they know they have to move on, but you were something else

There is a you-shaped hole in the team's heart that won't close for a very long time

You are being bounced around again to different teams all over the world

Until KorTac

You've received word that KorTac bought you and that you've got a new handler

That being König

At first, he isn't thrilled about taking care of you. That is until he sees how capable you are

Where König goes, so do you

It's one of those missions that the unthinkable happens

You're scoping a building, clearing a path for König when you spot familiar figures at the end of the hallway

"Shit", you curse, pressing yourself to the wall

König looks at you with raised eyebrows before peeking around the corner

At the end of the hallway stand Soap and Gaz, and you have no way of escaping without hurting them

[lemonandlime22]

For bitey child Yuu, did you write one for Silver? If not, I would like to request Silver because I think he is the only one missing.

Silver, Ruggie, and Cater with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): not edited

A/N: I did the math and these three are the last of the students that i have to do, only characters left are the staff minus crowley and the rsa kids idk if ill do them tho.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Silver

He heard of you from his father

Lilia was making dinner

rip Silver

and telling him all about this little kid that started living in the abandoned dorm with a fire cat and how they'd do the

"funniest thing"

and bite people at seemingly random.

Malleus also mentioned you to him in passing

so he was aware of you but honestly didn't care.

That was until one day when he was taking a nap under his favorite tree just off campus

and he woke up to a small child curled up into his chest.

Now- what had happened was,

an animal that was going to Silver had caught your attention and you wanted to pet it

so you followed it all the way to a sleeping Silver, and when you noticed all the other friendly animals that sounded him, you took an instant liking to him.

You had always loved animals, not just dogs, so when you see someone that animals like/go to

you'll like them too.

Anyway, after petting as many as you could, you decided to take a nap with the animal man

which leads us to now.

Silver didn't think you were the kid his father and Malleus had told him about at first

he just thought you were some kid that managed to get into NRC somehow.

So he thought it was best to bring you to his father until they could get you home

Lilia nearly had a heart attack from how cute it was when Silver came into Diasomnia carrying a sleeping you yuu?

Lilia later explained who you were to him, and he was a bit shocked, he didn't imagen you to be this peaceful

he thought it was adorable.

Overall, is concerned about your biting habit, but as long as you don't do it in front of him he won't do anything. You guys don't talk all that much to each other neither of yall are much talkers but you do unintentionally nap together a whole lot.

Ruggie

Ok, first off I just want to say that I'm prob the most excited to write his hcs

Idk why I haven't written this sooner.

Now the reason I'm excited is cause yall are so similar

and cause of that you might end up being rly close a little later on

but that's later, let's go to the start.

Ruggie was searching around the forest area around Ramshackle for ingredients

and you just so happened to be exploring at the same time.

You saw him first

well more specifically, you saw his moving tail first

and being who you are, you wanted to pet/catch it.

"OW-!!"

If it weren't for the child latched to his tail he would have jumped nearly 20 ft in the air

you just looked at him, confused about his yelling, and just petted his tail

silently.

He's eventually able to shake you off and go back to his dorm.

You met Ruggie before you met Leona btw, and Ruggie had no clue who you were before this, so he was creeped tf out.

After your first interaction, he kept seeing you around campus more often

and he eventually found out about your biting

and...

he didn't care all that much, he did the same thing when he was little

and unbeknownst to him, for the same reason.

He's one of the first people to learn of your reasoning for biting

and after he does, yall grow a little closer

he teaches you all types of recipes and how to cook, different edible plants that are easy to find, and a bunch of ways to keep food fresh for as long as possible.

I wouldn't be surprised if you accidentally call him big bro/brother at some point.

Overall, your guy's relationship is prob my favorite out of everyone. He doesn't judge you at all about your biting like most of the others do, not only cause he did it too but also cause its normal for beast men around your age but mostly younger.

Cater

He heard about you from Ace's complaining about,

"Some freaky little brat"

that bit him.

He thought it was funny, but also just a little worrying.

When he met you he made a few jokes about you biting him,

but you never did

and after a while of painting the flowers, he realized that you were just so adorable and just needed to be photographed for magicam!

He's not all that big with kids like Trey is but he does think your cute and are good for his magicam likes

he also thought it was funny how you reacted to his unique magic

you were terrified at first and clung to grim for dear life.

He’s the one responsible for turning you into the well know omen you are now

every time he saw you bite someone, he’d retell it dramatically on magicam

It’s very popular.

Oh

and ya know in pt 1 of bitey child!Yuu’s adventures, where I said how you somehow magically are able to get into Heartslabyul and get to the sweets

yeah that’s Cater’s doing, he made a deal with you that if you came to the dorm every once in a while at midnight

he’d let you have as many goodies as you wanted

what can I say

everyone loves a mysterious cute creepy lil kid.

He’s always happy to hang out with you and babysit you whenever

you are a common visitor of the light music club.

Even though he likes to retell your biting tales, he still tries his best to get you to stop.

Btw he 100% encourages you calling Riddle and Trey, mom and dad.

Overall, he’s like that cool uncle you have no idea how to interact with. You enjoy being in each others presence but it still being a lil awkward.

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[queerprayers]

hi johanna! i want to try going to church, but feel self-conscious. i live in a small town, my friends are not religious and my family is ex-christian. i'm worried about people judging me, even though i know that shouldn't matter. some of my family seem embarrassed of how christian we used to be and they'd be surprised i want to go to church. i feel equally worried about walking into a church where everyone knows everyone but me or seeing someone i know! any thoughts are welcome. love your blog!

Hello, beloved!

I'm sure you're not alone in this situation—honestly, it can be kinda embarrassing to genuinely want to participate in faith, the way it's embarrassing to be earnest about anything. People who aren't religious can completely misunderstand the motivations and experiences of religious people, and while I don't know why your family left religion, both people who just weren't all that into it and people who have been hurt by or have serious issues with the church can be (sometimes understandably) antagonistic toward people who stay or join. 

Perhaps judgment "shouldn't" matter—but it does, to most everyone. Something something how our brains are wired to desire acceptance—I'm not a psychologist. It makes sense and it's okay. Caring what people think often coexists with empathy—they're both awareness of others, desiring good emotions in others. But we cannot let empathy become fear of ourselves. Empathy extends to our own souls too. Being genuinely faithful in the face of judgment from outside and within your communities takes strength. Creating a life of your own is terrifying. This isn't fair, but it is our calling. 

In recent years, I've embraced the uncool-ness of my earnestness—my beloved amalgam of philosophy and religion that started as an apocalyptic cult and was co-opted by empire and has a lot of weirdos and needs to repent of its crimes and has produced some of the most beautiful art in the world and that attracts people to the walls of churches even after everything. I'm almost glad in some ways that it's not the assumption anymore that everyone is Christian, that more and more you have to go out of your way to be part of this thing. (I'm not completely naive—I know that where I live is a majority Christian country, and I am not pretending oppression or minority status or counterculture. But I am often met with surprise that I'm Christian, and I treasure that.)

The small town thing is its own beast—I live in a city (small but I think it counts), but I currently go to church half an hour away in a very rural area, and there's a specific environment of knowing everyone that I only have a tiny experience with but can imagine how exposed it must feel to try something new or change your life in any small way. And there is definitely a small church culture that can feel intimidating, like sitting at a new table in high school, wondering if somewhere tight knit has room for another. I can never promise this, but I know with my church and many others, welcoming a new person into that tight knit community is the most natural thing in the world. You'll probably get a more personal welcome, and be invited to more potlucks, and I can't promise someone there won't know your mom, but it's doable even as an introvert. Church people want more people at church—in lovely communal ways or in evangelistic ways, and while I hope you meet the former, even the latter has its own welcome. There are definitely ways to dip your toes in the water of church without braving this—like visiting a church while you're out of town, or tuning into a virtual service—but I believe in you to take it a step further. If you come a few minutes late and leave a few minutes early to avoid any conversation, I salute you. If you see someone you know and flee the other direction, I understand. If you go once and have to wait a few months to be brave enough to go back, so be it. But you have as much a right to exist on holy ground as anyone, and you already have common ground to stand on because you want to be there, just like them. I don't know how many churches are near you, but you're already going outside your comfort zone, so you might as well step into one that you're not familiar with—a more traditional mass, or a hippie sing-along. Don't set limits on your journey that is about pushing past limits.

You want to try this out, and it probably feels lonely, and you'll have to stomach surprise and probably being looked down upon by people who feel they know better, feel they have evolved past the need for silly little ritual, or for whom religion only exists as closed-mindedness. I don't know if you're queer, but I've had similar experiences of being the one to embrace where God and my heart lead me, to the embarrassment or shame of those who have never encountered it or have stifled it within themselves.  You'll have to stand your ground, the way anyone who seeks something their family and friends don't has to do. Formulate some answers for questions you may receive—but no one has a right to your story. You're allowed to be casual about things that are deeply personal, you can say "I don't know, I was just curious" when everything in your soul is calling out for this. Being publicly faithful often comes after you've done the reconciling within yourself. Have patience.

If you're into saints, find some who have gone their own way—Francis of Assisi comes to mind. I even think of Moses, telling a member of his own adoptive family to let his people go, standing his ground for people he had only recently come to love. The faithful that have come before us had to live through—and die from—so much. Entering new communities has always needed strength, the strength of God. Often a lonely way at first, but your family's embarrassment or your friends' lack of understanding is not your burden. Their judgment is on them to swallow down or bear the guilt of acting on it. Your choices and calling is for them to reconcile. I'm not saying we should do whatever we want without regard for how it affects others, but you are not causing harm, and any tension will not have been created by you going to church, but by them disliking or not understanding this fact. And tension is sometimes necessary for people to reconcile with—it'll be good for them. You're probably doing them a favor—we all need to learn how to love people the way they will need to. It sucks to feel like a teaching tool, and I don't want to reduce you to that, but so often living a full life means people who can't deal with that have to learn. Looking at someone embracing what you never found a way to flourish within or understand is like looking at the sun sometimes—I've been there. But it is not for us to apologize for the light. And it often happens that being that light will move someone else to bravery.

I'm sorry it falls on you to be brave first. I'm sorry that religion is not simple or easy, but genuine desire can and will take you so far. I have a hunch that after the first time, a lot of things will make more sense. Beginning is half of the journey sometimes. If you've already begun since writing this, I'm very proud of you, and if you haven't, you have so much beautiful time. Faith is not all or nothing, and it is never too late. Life does not begin and end in your small town, and life can and will flourish—you are part of such a big world and history, for better and worse.

God is with you, regardless. God is right there, walking with you, moving your feet over the threshold of places you muster so much bravery just to enter. What shouldn't matter but does, deeply, heartbreakingly, can be both taken seriously and let go of, through the peace of Christ.

<3 Johanna

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Pierced my heart 6

It's been two weeks since Elder Crow had left. Now, it wasn't lonely... not with Robin around, at least. You felt like you didn't have time to feel depressed.

A new surprise every day. His charming smiles and enthusiasm every time he saw you. Even after all that's happened. It gave you a pleasant feeling.

As if you were the most important thing in the world. But still... there was no way he was allowed to cross that line again. You cross your arms and stare down at demon in question.

Those big green eyes meet your gaze. Cheeks puffed out in a pout. A large bump on his head. "You never give up, do you?" "Nope!" He says proudly.

You give a small huff, "Idiot." He gives that contagious smile again, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I can't help it. Even if it's just for a second, I want to hold you."

"You're willing to die for that?!?!" Honestly, this imp was going to be the cause of any gray hairs you get. "Of course. You're worth any fate." How can it be possible to want to strangle and hug someone at the same time?

"That's rather selfish. Who says I want your blood on my hands? Making me bear the burden of your demise. Honestly, it's annoying." You rant your hands waving wildly in the air.

"What's the point?" You asked. "What?" He blinks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. For some reason, it makes you furious. So much so that you end up tearing your mask off to look him in the eye.

"What's the point in seeing me every day? What's the point in asking me questions? What's the point in saying you're going to marry me if you're just going to die recklessly! DON'T MAKE ME FALL FOR YOU IF YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME!!!"

You end up throwing your mask right in his stupid face. Panting with rage. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

He catches it, but he looks at you surprised. "I never thought of it that way before. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"AAAAARRRRRHHHHGGGG!" You spin around storming off. "Stupid demon.... idiot! Can't believe.... of all the!" Rambling a jumble of curses and scolding as your bare feet stomp in the mud.

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They were worried. That was a good sign, right? That meant they cared. Robin looks at the mask in his hand. So why did it feel like a lose when he saw that crying face?

He hadn't thought it through. He had been rather reckless he knew that. But it was so hard not to reach out for them.

He would need to apologize properly. Flowers, a good meal, no... he offered those often. It should be something special.

He stares down at the mask in his hand. They had thrown it in a fit of anger. He should toss it back over the line so that they can wear it again. After all these must be special to them for a reason if they wear it all the time.

He squints. Wait... oh no. A crack! Did that happen when he caught it? He hadn't seen it before. This wasn't good.

Wait! This could work... he studies the mask for a moment. He could make a similar one out of the beasts he hunted since it was made from bone. Maybe they wouldn't be as upset with his actions.

It has to be perfect. He rushes back to his camp. Searching for the perfect material. After finding what he was looking for, he got started.

Should he make an exact copy? Would that be rude? He wasn't sure since they weren't around to ask. Maybe he should make it a little different.

He carves meticulously. The little demon ends up carving multiple styles. Each one lovely and with different designs.

He inspects each one for a flaw. He couldn't offer an imperfect gift after all. He's so absorbed in his task that he doesn't realize you've returned.

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Why did you have to throw your mask at him? Honestly, that was your only connection left of your tribe and you chuck it like a rock. It didn't even hit him like you wanted it to.

You see him working on something. You sigh. What was he up to now? It must be something important because he didn't seem to notice as you approached.

Your toes brushed the edge of the property line. Was he...carving? You frown confused. What did he need to carve? He had magical arrows!

The wind blows your scent, floating on the breeze. He snaps his head in your direction. "WELCOME BACK!" He says enthusiastically.

"What are you doing?" He zooms over an armful of... masks? Why would he make those? You curiously meet his gaze.

"I noticed a crack in yours. And I know how important it is to you. So I tried making you a new one. But I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a bunch of different ones. I hope you like at least one of them!"

He babbled endlessly as you took one from the pile. "I'm sorry, should have thought about your feelings as well. I promise to be a better husband!"

His words are muffled in your ears as you stare silently at his work. Your face turns a bright red. Masks were often made by either family members or the person who would wear it.

You knew he didn't realize it. But making this enforced his claim of marriage. Saying he was serious about his suit.

Stupid demon... you slowly placed it on your head. You were also stupid, of course. Stupid for being pleased by this misunderstanding. But still, his heart was in the right place. "Thank you."

[pencilofawesomeness]

Ft x TW: NRC boys' type of fairy tail magic

Ohohoho what a can of worms to open! I have considered the FT in TW au far more than the TW in FT au, but this changes now lol.

Obviously both sources are fairly soft with their magic, but it's true that FT specializes far more, either by choice or by affinity. Soooo time to spitball around a bit. (As I try really hard not to get too deep into backstories and make this more complicated than it has to be.)

Riddle: Some sort of nullification/wave magic—essentially like his signature spell. Riddle probably tries to be an all-around mage nonetheless, but it comes back around to nullification nonetheless.

Trey: Enchantment. He'll claim up and down that it's just minor tricks and little buffs, but this dude can probably rewrite a human being if he wants to. Though he would be fantastic support. Full mom mode, for sure.

Deuce: Full Counter. Yes I am aware this is not an explicit Fairy Tail magic. But I call him my Full Counter child way too often for me to get it out of my head.

Ace: How far he goes with it is up for debate, but card magic. It starts with some simple tricks, and then his Quick Learning kicks in and Ace can do a variety of things given he has access to the card for it.

Cater: Solid script magic. Maybe some other script magic too, though Cater would downplay how much he could do with it, but dude has a way with words alright.

Leona: He would be the type to know a variety of magic, enough to keep people guessing about his limits, but his main developed magic would be crush magic, much to the consternation of everyone. (Himself included sometimes.)

Ruggie: He could totally have something funky like Figure Eyes or some sort of straight forward puppeteer magic, but I think his overall magic would be speed. Ruggie go noom.

Jack: Transformation magic, so he can turn into a wolf and whatever other animal he desires. Not necessarily seith magic, but I do think he would focus on animals because he's just like that.

Azul: Dude would totally be a celestial spirit mage. It's all about collecting minions and getting them to do the heavy lifting, after all. That said he's definitely a Contract Guy so he would be fair about things. (And he would get heckled by the spirits sometimes too; a true give and take relationship right there.)

Jade: Telepathy magic that is definitely just used for good ol consensual communication. Yep. Not like Jade can eavesdrop on people's minds or anything. :)

Floyd: Reflector magic of some sort. Can't hit him because your magic goes wonky. Oh no, you gotta fist fight instead. What a nightmare. (For you.)

Kalim: I honestly can't decide if he'll be a water mage, because of his UM, or if he'll do something completely left-field, like dancer magic, because he is a fun guy and a good bean like that.

Jamil: He would certainly be a jack-of-all-trades type, but mostly an air/wind mage. Within that sphere, Jamil has a lot going on: healing magic, some purification, transportation, ripping the air out of your lungs, enhanced hearing, invisibility—all the useful stuff. He probably knows some charm magic on the side, too, but that's a surprise tool for later.

Vil: Poison magic because I think it would be hilarious. He's equally very proud of his very potent poison and also distressed because it's such a volatile magic and everyone looks at him *like that.* Vil would be great at making elixirs and antidotes too though.

Rook: If anyone would have some sort of take-over magic, it would be Rook. It's the ultimate appreciation of life if you ask him—as well as the ultimate hunt. He would probably deal mostly with beasts, but with just enough other types of transformations that it makes people wonder. How exactly Rook acquires these take-overs is up to the imagination.

Epel: Make-magic. I'm not 100% sure on the type—I think some sort of glass/crystal, maybe—but his amazing carving skills definitely strike me as good make-magic material. Plus he's a creative little fella that would definitely whack people with a comically large hammer given the chance.

Idia: He'd be the guy to naturally develop seith magic against his explicit will, but that's okay because he never really uses it. (Except, perhaps, for Ortho...) Idia would focus on magic tech and developing items, but if his extremely sentient constructs happen to house some souls because he's a bleeding heart after all, then nobody really has to know.

Ortho: Archive magic. Because it's the internet. Tbh I don't really get archive magic in the context of FT's world all that well, but nonetheless, I think Ortho would be able to do it. It's all about running analysis and being the bestest support. (That said, Ortho would probably be casually good at some sort of light/energy magic on the side; for the tactical nuke.) Provided Ortho is not, you know, a soul in a construct.

Malleus: He's gotta be a dragon slayer. Them's the facts. That said, I am somewhat undecided on the type. I lean towards lightning, because the lightning motif is pretty prevalent, but Malleus is also very fond of his fire breath. A green fire dragon slayer, perhaps? Or he would be something super Extra and Edgy, like "tempest dragon slayer" or something, that is mad OP and can do large scale atmospheric stuff and weather. Dude's a beast, after all.

Lilia: Something spatial focused—like teleporting or territory. Well, he would probably use it mostly for teleporting but he can actually do some super insane stuff if things get serious.

Silver: Like his dad, he's also a spatial mage, but for requip magic. Silver would totally play the Erza-card and focus on weapons and armor and such.

Sebek: He would have the type of sound magic that makes your eardrums burst, and Sebek would be sooo effective with it. Maybe he could be a speed type on the side too, as a treat.

Grim: My dude would be an Exceed that stubborns his way into learning fire magic, even if it's super basic.

[runeimpact]

"Naming".

"Archibald!"

"Cornelius!"

"Samuel?"

 The relaxing form of the dragon laying in the living room didn't even stir, completely ignoring the sound of the employees of the winery, who were trying to capture his attention.

"Oh c'mon! There must be some name you might like! You answer when Mister Kaeya calls you Poochie" Inquired Moco

 The small growl left the dragon’s lips when reminded of the awful nickname that Kaeya insisted on calling him. Last time the Cavalry Captain barely had time to move his head out of Rune's teeth with the constant teasing.

"Even if it's to show your displeasure" Hillie snickered with the look Rune gave her.

"There must be a name that could make it answer, How about Lazaro?” Elzer hummed and tapped his cheek, eyes glued to the beast, the small grunt of annoyance answered still nothing.

Adeline’s small laugh reached, making the maids tense and the chairman coughed in embarrassment, the small act of slacking off being caught by the head maid.

 "I believe that our dear winged fellow won't really answer to any name unless it’s one chosen by Master Diluc," She said, smiling at the soft gurgle that said winged fellow let out with the mention of the redhead.

"But Master Diluc never calls him anything but "dragon" and honestly if that were to be a name, it is so dreadfully- lacked! " Hillie inquired " It's so cold the way he talks to him!"

"Funnily enough he's completely smitten by Master Diluc, isn't he?" Moco said with a snicker, that was soon replaced with a yelp by the swing of the tail of the dragon, with a loud grumpy grumble, making the presents laugh.

"It's not like Master Diluc doesn't like him either, after all, he does accept his company very often and it DOES live here now basically." Elzer continued the train of thought. "At the rate of the frequency they walk together, I heard the ladies in Mondstadt are starting to get jealous of our scaly friend here" 

"Oh, to think our Master would be married by the winery and a dragon.” Another round of hearty laughs before Adelinde made everyone stop the chit-chat and go back to work. Ethanrune stretched his front legs with a sleepy growl, and got ready to stretch his wings as well; Diluc was out the whole evening, talking with some kind of merchant that wanted to import his wine or something. 

They've been hours at it and it seems like Kaeya was going to show up even later to talk with the redhead, and while Ethanrune could give Diluc all the support he has, Kaeya was starting to be a line that 'Rune didn't want to cross. Kaeya was just extremely annoying and he found it very hard to keep his calm after everything that happened. 

There was also the issue between those two but that’s none of his business. Diluc kept to himself many things and even if he could talk, he can't just pry into that can of worms. 

Walking towards the door and opening it as gently as he could, holding the handle with his teeth could, he set outside. He wasn't allowed inside if he was to walk around since he is too big and many things would clatter around while he was just trying to move.

 Seeing Turner, he came close with a soft croon, surprising the man slightly, before smiling and patting his head. 

"Well well if it isn't our favorite dragon? Out for an afternoon flight already?" He said calmly while scratching 'Rune under the chin, drawing a content sound out of him. "I'm surprised Master Diluc isn't accompanying you. Is he still talking with the merchant?" 

A frustrating whine left his mouth, making the old man chuckle gently.

"I know you just want to get out with him, but as the owner of the winery, he has many responsibilities." The old man said, receiving an indignant snort from Rune. 

"Come now, it's not like you can't find time for him later, isn't it? I’m sure a flight on the night of a full moon must be extremely beautiful too." 

"Talking with the beast still Mr. Turner?" Opening his bad eye as much as he could, Rune saw Connor approach with a look. He hasn't come around to the dragon's presence but at least he showed tolerance after Diluc gave a stern talk over Runes' presence. " That thing probably doesn’t even understand ya" 

"Come now Connor, I think he proved to be quite intelligent enough with all the work he helped around" 

[stuckysdaughter]

I just watched Disenchanted for the second time, thoughts (and spoilers!) below the cut.

Ok, ok. I freaking love this movie! My family and I have been waiting 15 years for this sequel and it did not disappoint!! I was so little when Enchanted came out, and it was my absolute favorite. So much so that I still have the soundtrack memorized and watch the movie almost religiously every year. I think Disenchanted will also be a comfort movie too, since it is quickly rising in the ranks of my favorites.

The first thing I want to mention is the little nods to original Disney tales even from the opening credits. It uses the old style where the choir opens the film (stopped right around the 60’s/70’s but started all the way back with Snow White and I miss that so much can we bring that back?). It really got me in the mood, like i was small and watching my other favorite Sleeping Beauty. You can start seeing where the town already looks like a fairy tale with small hints at what will change when Giselle makes the wish. The three women who offer to help with Sofia are color coded to be Flora, Fauna, and Meriweather. There’s a freaking wishing well in the backyard that looks exactly like Snow White’s! The clock tower of course, and Melvina right away you pinpoint as the Evil Queen (that one wasn’t subtle). You have the two dumb henchmen, and the meet-cute for Morgan and Tyson (that's like my one thing, who names their kid tyson?!). So right away it feels like a classic Disney film from the 40's or 50's which honestly were some of my favorites (but that's another discussion post for another day lmao).

Next, the soundtrack. My family and I are music nerds, and we were hoping for any nod to the original. We appreciated the small “how does she know” in the beginning. You have to listen a little bit, but you hear it. “Nice” was heard from both my dad and I. I was a bit sad that nothing else made the cut, but I'm more glad that the new soundtrack was allowed to shine as it deserves. Alan Menken is the king of good Disney soundtracks (Tangled, Aladdin, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Beauty and the Beast, etc) and boy did he deliver. The new songs are so good, and they finally got the good sense to utilize Idina Menzel in a style where she really shines (Frozen didn’t quite hit this like Menken did. Here she sounds more like she did in Wicked 19/20 years ago just before Enchanted came out and the endings are much bigger than Frozen II or even Let it Go). James Marsden didn’t get as much singing attention in this one, but he was so good when he did. It made me want to rewatch him in Hairspray so I can listen to him some more. Maya Rudolph surprised me a bit, I'll admit. I didn't peg her as a singer, but she proved me wrong. Badder is such a good song. "Every good movie (musical) should have a tango" is also heard in my house often. These two women blend so well I almost can't tell who's singing what part when they're together. Amy Adams of course is a Goddess! Who I love!! I think she really found her sound in this (can you tell i go to music school lmao) and obviously she wouldn't sound the same as 15 years ago, but this fits her better in a way. She sounds more comfortable, and was able to show off more in Even More Enchanted (After the Wish). That's another Snow White nod, by the way, it mirrors pretty closely what she sings to the birds at the wishing well. All this to say, I instantly added all the songs to my Spotify, they have now become part of my walks to class. And no, I'm not ashamed of that. (continue later)

I don't know much about film and how it works, but my god there were some gorgeous shots and set design. You can tell there was a pretty big budget for this, and it shows. It was all just so beautiful to look at, and it seemed to flow along really well. There are always those camera angles or transitions you wish were smoother but I didn't see any. It was all very aesthetically pleasing, and I love that you can see Giselle's transformation into a wicked stepmother through her dresses and her hair. She starts the tale with a dress almost identical to her dress for "That's How You Know", and eventually goes full on Lady Tremaine. (I want that red dress so much holy shit) "My hair's so high! And my dress is so low, oh!" I love you Giselle never change please. And Pip's "I feel like the most superior being in the whole world". I have cats and that is so true, we laughed far too much at that line...

The plot!!!! I love this idea so so much! I remember throughout the years hearing rumors of what the plot was (well before we ever had a real announcement from Disney). From what I can recall, the plot was originally (or supposedly, anyway) that they all were living happily in NYC, but Morgan's biological mom came back into the picture and was trying to muck things up. I don't know how that would've worked, which is probably why it didn't go that way lmao. Anyway, this plot is so cool! And I wish that i could watch it again for the first time! I don't think I will ever react as genuinely as I did that first time with my parents. The acting is top notch, and Amy Adams really pulled out all the stops to convince us that there's two of her inside fighting for control. I like that even when the wish occurs, there's still a lot of nods to other tales. Morgan has a whole "Belle"-esque number while dressed like her, and they even have her plot match Cinderella (mostly). Disney definitely did the same thing here with Morgan that they did with Andy in Toy Story 3. The kids who were roughly Morgan's age (like me) who have grown up with Enchanted are now adults in their late teens or twenties, and are maybe struggling to find themselves and what that means. My mom and I were definitely not crying (and by that, I mean, we bawled like children) at the end where Giselle reassures Morgan that she is her daughter, and that her love for her has power. That's something that I (and I'm assuming just about everyone else my age) needed to hear. Even if it wasn't from my own mother, I know the sentiment was shared. And even Robert's feelings of time slipping away from him and his hopelessness resonated with me and I'm guessing others too.

In conclusion, this was a fantastic movie, and the sequel Enchanted deserves. An amazing plot, excellent soundtrack, and beautiful design. I couldn't have asked for a better way to suitably sate my nostalgia while giving me a whole new movie to love. People can criticize me all they want, but it won't change the fact that this movie is brilliant and one of my new absolute favorites.

(what my family sees sometimes when they look at me and my cats)

[thornwolfy235]

WIP 2 - Dancing

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

This one is of fem!Reader in a developed poly relationship with Grillby and Gaster (returned from the Void). Reader is very self-conscious about dancing, and the boys help her out. Again, female pronouns are used, but it's not heavily gendered so anyone can read with minor mental substitutions.

“And that should do it,” Gaster muttered.

You looked over from where you were working on the next section of a mural (a snowy scene in honor of Snowdin Town) above Grillby’s alcohol shelves to watch one slightly-droopy skeletal Monster unfold from the uncomfortable crouch he had been in behind the ancient jukebox. He sometimes reminded you of a tree; thin, all limbs, and impossibly tall. He stretched (only adding to the tree imagery), sighing as his spine popped. “How long do you think this repair will last?” you asked with a smirk.

“Not long enough,” he replied, giving the jukebox a stern look. “There are days I wonder if it breaks down just to mock me. Former Royal Scientist, and I can’t even keep a simple music player in working order.”

“I’m sure it would be happier if we could get the right parts for it. Now if only we knew what those were,” you said, turning back to your work. If you could just get the highlight on this pine branch right, you’d also be a lot happier…

Gaster mumbled something, making you snicker. As much as he grouched, you knew he’d happily play handyman as often as needed for Grillby’s sake.

‘Grillby’s’ had been in business on the Surface for just over a year, and his beloved, cobbled-together jukebox remained a staple in the corner just as it had in the Underground. You believed the shell was mostly that of a Rock-Ola Luxury Light while the interior mechanism was Frankenstein-ed from a Wurlitzer OMT-CD changer and several car stereos, but it was made from so many countless odds and ends that had found their way into the Underground that it was impossible to know for sure. Honestly, it was no surprise when it didn’t work and a miracle when it did. Grillby adored the thing and would never replace it nor let it be gutted and retrofitted with something more modern (sentimentality generally won out over practicality with him), which meant you, Sans, or Alphys were tasked with reviving when it inevitably broke down every few weeks. It had been slightly better behaved since Gaster’s…‘return’ four or so months ago, but it still liked to kick up a fuss, finding ever more creative ways to stop functioning, seemingly just to keep the skeleton on his toes.

The mural was a recent idea. Grillby had always felt that top of the shelving was too bare, but was reluctant to put anything up there that he would have to regularly dust. You’d suggested some pictures, Gaster had jumped in with the idea of a mural, and then somehow your Monster beaus had convinced you to get up on a ladder and do it yourself. You could handle the height as long as you didn’t look straight down. At all. (Your knees still shook when you remembered you were not standing on the floor and it took a few moments of deep breathing to get them to stop.)

“I believe I have this beast in working order, for now at least,” Gaster answered grumpily.

The “‘Fire’ Exit” opened, and Grillby came in with another tray of pint glasses from the dishwasher. “How are things coming along out here?” he asked, setting it on the bar to put the glasses away.

“It certainly is finicky,” Grillby said fondly. “And how about you?” A warm hand gently tapped your leg.

“Fine,” you answered shortly, thought it was not actually ‘fine’ in your opinion. You added a touch more yellow to the mix for the highlight and went to try again.

A sudden, loud scraping sound made you jump, dropping your paintbrush and palette in favor of clinging onto the ladder for dear life. “Sorry, sorry!” Gaster yelped, the noise stopping as abruptly as it had started. You felt pressure on your back and on your arm. Glancing at your arm, you found one of Gaster’s summoned hands gripping your bicep. What you felt on your back was probably another, the pair helping to keep you steady. “Sorry,” he said again, sheepishly this time. “I was attempting to push the beast back into place since I still can’t lift it. I should have warned you first.”

You blew out a long sigh. “Please tell me I didn’t scream.”

“You didn’t scream,” Grillby said far too cheerfully.

You looked down and immediately wished you hadn’t as a wave of vertigo hit you. You shut your eyes and went back to clinging. “Sorry for dropping everything on you,” you said once you were sure your voice wouldn’t squeak. “Nothing got on you, did it?”

“All’s well. I caught them,” he answered. You carefully looked down again, making sure to look at him and not the floor. He had indeed somehow caught both the brush and the palette without a drop of paint on him or anything else.

“Reflexes of a cat,” you muttered.

He shrugged, grinning. “What can I say; bar tricks keep me in practice.” The smile waned, flames dipping slightly. “Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working on that for a while.”

You looked back at the mural and sighed. “In a bit. There’s just a few more things I want to get right before stopping for the night.” You held out a hand for your things back.

“You said that before Wings got here, and again just before he started working on the jukebox. You really should take a break. Give your eyes and your hand a rest, hm?”

“Just this one highlight, please? I almost have it right.”

“I’m holding your brush and paint hostage. Come down. You’re taking a break,” Grillby said flatly.

“…Meanie.”

“Yes, I am truly the cruelest Monster in existence,” he said with a merry crackle.

Slowly, one rung at a time, you came down the ladder, Gaster’s summoned hand still reassuringly on your back. You could’ve melted the moment your feet touched the floor. “Oh, terra firma, I’ve missed you so,” you sighed lovingly, gazing at the worn planks.

The elemental snorted, giving your hair an affectionate ruffle as he handed you your brush and palette. “Go wash these while I help Wings get the ‘beast’ back where it belongs.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or I could go back up and finish that section off now that I have everything back,” you said with a mischievous smirk.

“You won’t. Your legs are still shaking,” Grillby said over his shoulder as he rounded the bar counter.

You watched the two Monsters dance. They moved easily, elegantly through the steps of some form of ballroom dance – foxtrot, maybe? – as though they had done it hundreds of times before. Maybe they had, now that you thought about it, forgotten during the time that Gaster was…‘missing,’ but now remembered. Grillby’s flames were vibrant orange and yellow, laughing as Gaster spun him out, then back to his chest. Gaster caught him and nuzzled his cheek, his own colored with a soft lavender blush. There was a pang in your chest. You wanted to dance, too…

You huffed, because of course he was right, and went to the bathroom to wash/scrape the paint off of yourself and everything else.

((needs stuff))

But you couldn’t. It just wasn’t a thing that was possible, at least not with them. You would just end up looking like an idiot and ruining their fun. It would be better to just keep quiet. At least you still could enjoy their happiness.

The song ended and the next began. They kissed before parting to give each other a silly, theatrical bow, still riding high on their shared fun. And then Gaster turned to you, holding out a hand. “May I have the next dance, starshine?” he asked, giving you a bow of your own. Grillby looked you expectantly, still grinning wildly from his own.

Crap. You forced a smile as you waved the hand away. “No, I’m fine. You guys can continue.”

“Nonsense! There’s no need to be left out,” he laughed.

Except you shouldbe. Dancing wasn’t something for you to do, but denying him would disappoint him, and accepting would only prove him wrong. No matter how you answered, you were going to let him down. “I’m…still shaky from being up on the ladder. Legs are tired from holding me up for so long, you know?” you tried dodging the invitation again.

“Is that so? Are you sure you aren’t being shy?” Gaster teased, flexing his outstretched hand in a beckoning motion, unaware of your mounting anxiety. “It’s just us, dearest. Come, dance with me.”

“I-I don’t know how to,” you said, feeling your expression falter. You saw Grillby’s flames dim out of the corner of your eye, catching your mood-shift.

“…Pardon?” Gaster’s face fell as he straightened, clearly puzzled by your response.

“Then I’ll teach you!”

Your smile left completely. “You can’t,” you said softly, hugging yourself.

Grillby, however, knew where your thoughts were heading. Worriedly, he put a hand on your shoulder. “Sweet spark, no. Whatever he told you, you know it isn’t true, and you knowit isn’t what we think.”

Gaster’s eyelights darted to Grillby and back. “Starshine, what’s wrong?”

You took a breath, trying to force down the hurt inside you. You reached up to grip Grillby’s fingers. “It’s just something my…my ex-fiancé told me.” The silence stretched between the three of you. You didn’t want to admit what was wrong to them; it was stupid, it was pointless, it didn’t matter…

You started talking to fill the silence. “H-he said he knew how to dance, and in lots of different styles, too. I always wanted to dance with him, but he told me we couldn’t because I didn’t know how. So I asked him to teach me, but he said it wasn’t possible. We couldn’t even go to a class or something together because I…He told me I was too short, said he couldn’t dance with someone so much smaller than him, even if I know how to. And whenever I asked if we could just do that hug-and-sway thing, he’d just dismiss as not actually dancing. So we just…didn’t dance,” you said without looking at them, feeling the tears welling up. You’d meant stop talking there – surely they’d think the rest of the story was pointless and whiny and you were dumb for still being hung up on it – but the words kept coming. “A-and after…a-after he cheated on me and then tried to keep both of us, h-he would tell…t-tell me how he would dance with them.” You bit your lip hard, hoping to keep it from trembling. You were ashamed of yourself; ashamed of the memories that still haunted you, ashamed that they still hurt as much as they did, and ashamed for ruining Gaster’s and Grillby’s good mood.

Grillby pulled his hand from yours to wrap his arms around you. “Oh, spark, is this why you’ve never –”

“What a preposterous thing to tell someone! You couldn’t dance with him?!” Gaster cried, flinging his arms out in disbelief as he began pacing, agitation making it impossible for him to stand still. “Not to mention rude and callous! And then this-this imbecile bragged about dancing with someone else?! The more I find out about this person, the more appalled by him I am!” He whirled back to face you. “How did you ever put up with this behavior for so long?!” You cringed guiltily, the first tears escaping.

“Gentle, birdwing. She’s hurting,” Grillby said softly, tucking you under his chin as though he could hide you away from the memories.

“Well, of course she is! What a horrid thing to have been told by someone you love! You can’t dance – Everyone can dance!” Gaster charged on before Grillby’s words sank in. His gaze locked onto you, sharp eyelights fuzzing at the edges, posture softening as he took in the look on your face. “Oh! Oh, starshine… I’m sorry for yelling. It was not directed at you. There is no reason at all that you couldn’t learn to dance, even from me. Stars, I don’t even mind if you don’t want to learn. We can just…‘hug-and-sway,’ as you put it. To be together and happy is what matters,” he said gently as he came back to you.

“But I’m so much smaller –”

“That doesn’t matter, either. Grillby is shorter than I am, and we just had a lovely dance.”

“And I’m shorter than him! It…i-it just wouldn’t work, okay?!” you snapped before curling in on yourself, eyes fixed firmly on the floor, humiliated by your outburst. “I-I’m sorry for getting upset. I shouldn’t have said anything. J-just…forget about it.”

“Now, none of that! Anyone can dance with anyone. Come,” Gaster said sharply, clearly done with your self-depreciating. He held out a hand to you again. You looked at it as though it might bite you.

Grillby gave you a gentle squeeze. “You’ll be okay, spark. I learned how to dance from Wings as well.” He lowered his head and whispered into your ear, “He likes using fancy words, but he is a good teacher. He’ll take care of you.”

Gaster shot the elemental a look. “I may not have ears, but I’m not deaf,” he said, though his tone was considerably softer than the authoritative bark it just was. “But he is right, star,” he continued, gaze moving back to you. “I want nothing more than for you to enjoy this. I do not expect perfection, nor will it make me happy. Seeing you happy is what will make me happy. I’ll even refrain from using any ‘fancy words.’ So…may I have this dance?”

You shouldn’t – it could only end badly – but you hesitantly stepped out of Grillby’s arms and put your hand in the skeleton’s. His fingers closed around yours and he led you to the center of the floor. You were shaking, feeling like the entire world was watching you, judging you. You wanted to hide from those imagined, spiteful eyes. You couldn’t do this. You weren’t coordinated like Grillby or graceful like Gaster. You weren’t elegant. You could barely walk straight on a good day. You were a klutz – you had the bruises you didn’t remember getting to prove it. You were going to fail, you were going to let them down, you were –

Abruptly, thin, boney arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Your glasses were taken from you before a hand pushed your face into the soft sweater before you. You inhaled the slight ozone-and-old-book smell that always seemed to cling to Gaster as a choked gasp escaped you despite your efforts to avoid crying. You twitched with nervous energy, everything screaming at you to just spare everyone the trouble and the misery and run, but the skeleton held you still, steady. A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head. “Breathe, little star. I have you, and Grillby is but a few steps away. We are here with you. All is well,” he murmured into your hair.

“I-I can’t do this. I’m just an embarrassment waiting to happen, I-I’m going to ruin everything. I’m ruining everything right now!” you mumbled into his sweater, fingers digging into the soft fibers.

“You are not ‘ruining’ anything, and you aren’t an embarrassment, I promise,” he said calmly. “Let’s see…You are going to feel awkward and clumsy for most of this. You are going to trip over your own feet and likely mine. You are going to lose count or tempo with the music at some point. You are going to miss at least one cue I give you. In other words, you are going to do just fine for a beginner. You will make mistakes, and they will be the same mistakes everyone else who was learning to dance has ever made.”

A warm hand touched your shoulder. “If you’re feeling self-conscious, would it help if I left the room?” Grillby asked softly. You peeked out from Gaster’s chest to look at the elemental. His flames burned a dull red-orange, and though he was currently blurry, you knew his head was tilted with concern.

“No…no, don’t go. I-I just…I’m just going to be a mess to watch,” you said, returning to your hiding spot.

“I believe that would fall into the ‘clumsy’ category,” Gaster teased gently, rubbing small circles between your shoulder blades. He held you tight, keeping you grounded, until you were finally able to look up into his face. He was smiling, eyelights large and fuzzy, full of love and understanding. “Are you alright?” You took a shaky breath but nodded. “Listen to me, starshine, if you really do not want to try dancing with me, I won’t force you. I do think it would be good for you to try, but I won’t make you if you are that uncomfortable with it,” Gaster said, wiping away an errant tear with his thumb.

You sighed. “No…you’re right. I should try. A-and I do want to dance, I’m just…scared.”

“I know, and that’s alright.” He kissed your forehead before the summoned hand that had stolen your glasses gave them back. He looked to Grillby. “Skyfire, would you find us something in three-quarter time? I think a waltz would be the easiest place to start.” Grillby nodded and went hunting through the jukebox’s song list while Gaster turned his attention back to you. “Now, left hand on my shoulder, or upper arm if that is more comfortable. Your right hand stays in my left, while my right hand goes around your back,” Gaster instructed, guiding you into position.

((needs events))

Gaster sent you out in a spin, and you found yourself laughing along with him. Your anxiety and stress were simply gone. You felt free and pretty and…and elegant. You were dancing!He brought you back  and pulled you close, leading you through a few more steps before dipping you. He had turned you just right so you could see Grillby when he tipped you back. The elemental gave a little cheer, clapping his hands before holding them close to his chest as he practically vibrated with happiness, his flames a beautiful yellow.

Gaster brought you back up, bright, fuzzy eyelights meeting yours just as your vision blurred. For the second time that evening, a summoned hand stole away your glasses as he pulled you close, cradling your head to his chest as your tears soaked into his sweater. You sobbed, clinging to him as though he might suddenly abandon you. “It’s alright, starshine. I have you,” he cooed, tightening his grip on you.

Heat pressed against your back as Grillby put his arms around you and Gaster both, trapping you between their bodies. “We’re here, sweet spark. Everything’s okay,” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.

“I-I’m s-sorry! I’m s-so sorry! Wh-when did – I-I can’t –” you mewled only to be shushed by them both.

“You are not in trouble. Let it out,” Gaster soothed, rhythmically petting your head.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Grillby promised, kissing your neck again.

You took several heaving gasps, trying to get the tears under control, but it didn’t do much other than make you feel light headed as well. “I-I don’t under–I-I’m happy, I am, why am I crying? Why can’t I stop?! I-I feel…f-feel…I-I can’t –”

“Glad, sad, mad, or bad?” Grillby asked suddenly.

“What?” Gaster asked, completely baffled.

“Later,” Grillby waved Gaster’s question away. “Sweet spark, look at me. Look at me.” It was hard to pull yourself away from Gaster’s chest, wanting to stay small and hidden, but at the elemental’s firm tone you managed to twist around to look at him. Dull orange burned a little brighter. “There you are…Do you feel glad, sad, mad, or bad?” He had to repeat the question once more before the words finally got through to you.

“G-glad. I-I got to dance w-with someone who loved me,” you stuttered. You swallowed hard. “And…and I’m sad that…it t-took so long t-to do it. A-and…” Your lips curled into a snarl. “M-mad that m-my…that he made me f-feel like I couldn’t…” The grimace fell away as quickly as it had arrived. “A-a-and bad that I-I’m still letting myself b-be controlled by th-the past...”

A cool hand brushed away your tears. Startled by the contact, you looked back up at the tall skeletal Monster. “All perfectly valid things to feel,” Gaster said softly.

Shame came to the forefront of your mind. “It’s been more than a year since he left, and I’m still letting him control me…I-I thought I was doing better…I thought I had moved on…”

“It is hard to unlearn things you have been taught to believe. You may have been separated from him for over a year now, but you were with him for six before that and engaged. He was important enough to you that you were going to spend your life with him. Of course the things he told you are going to linger,” he answered, curling down to kiss you. “You have been doing better, starshine. You haven’t been set off by any of your old triggers for several months now. When something small cropped up, you were able to work through it on your own. And for the big ones, like this? You have let us help you with them. As with any sort of pain, recovery takes time, and you are going to have set backs. You work through them, you learn, and you heal. If anyone here knows that, it’s me.”

He gave you a sad smile, which you returned weakly, knowing full well the twists his own ‘recovery’ had taken, and that they likely weren’t over with, either. You stood on your toes to kiss him (which he still had to lean down to meet, the frickin’ tree). “Thank you…a-and you’re right.”

“I always am,” he teased, taking your hands in his and squeezing them.

Grillby rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch this sooner, sweet spark. I thought your aversion to dancing was simply due to self-consciousness or disinterest. In both cases, I didn’t think pushing the matter would be useful. I didn’t realize the problem ran deeper than that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I-I wasn’t exactly sharing anything with you, either.”

“Hmm…Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve been dancing all this time.”

You stiffened. “I-I’m sorry, I-I-I should’ve known better,” you stammered, anxiety rising again.

“Shh-shhh, I’m not scolding you. I’m not angry, or even disappointed. I want to understand why you felt you had to hide this.”

“I-I…I was scared you’d turn me down, too,” you admitted.

“When have I ever turned down something you’ve wanted to try?” he asked, nuzzling you.

You sniffled, pressing your cheek harder against his. “I-I know…I don’t…I-I don’t know why I thought you might with this…Besides, i-it just…it wasn’t important enough to ask…”

You felt his jaw tighten, and you realized there was the echo of an old struggle in those words. “Was it that, or was it because you didn’t think you were important enough to ask?”

Sighing, you leaned your weight back against him. “You’re…not entirely wrong. Everything…everything with you was – is – so different from what I was used to. It was…amazing to feel listened to, and feel thought about and appreciated, and I was afraid of messing that up by asking something…something that you might think was dumb, or be told the same thing again a-and just have…have something he told me get confirmed by you.” You took a breath, closing your eyes. “A-and if he was right about something as insignificant as dancing, then he might be right about the other things he told me, more important things, things that…” Your voice quivered. “…that would make me unworthy of you. Th-things that might make you decide to leave. And as our relationship grew, and then Gaster got added in, I just…buried the desire to dance and forgot about it because it wasn’t important enough to wreck things over.”

“But dancing was important to you. And it would have been important to me as well, because you are important to me,” the elemental said. “I wish…I do wish you weren’t so worried about what I’d think if you asked me things, but I also understand the fear. You were told to repress your wants and feelings or be judged for them for so long. I understand how those thoughts can get ingrained in your mind.”

You hummed in agreement. “I-I’m sorry that I still have stuff to work through.”

He kissed your temple. “But you are working through them, just like Gaster said. That’s the most important thing. But if you really feel you need to make it up to me, you can give me this next dance.”

(needs events)

“You’re a natural! A few more lessons and we could go to a dance hall!” Gaster called.

You whirled to face him. “Oh, please, no!” you squeaked in horror. Both Monsters burst out laughing.

[silenthillmutual]

8, 13, 19❗

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

I'm mostly working on a bloodborne fic that's meant to explore what beasthood feels like, but i don't...know how i feel about what i have written so far, so i wind up rewriting it every so often. i was going to do just 1k per four characters and how they change over the course of the night. we'll see what it looks like when i actually get back to work on it! and then i also have something i wanted to write for pathologic with artemy & daniil going to check on clara post-game, because there's a lot about artemy checking on daniil and some of daniil checking on artemy and like none of either of them checking in on her. i also am writing a surprise thing for the x-files i don't want to get into because i am fairly certain one of the characters is kind of a hate sink in the fandom. but those are my top three priorities out of like...fifteen works in progress. i'm a little insane.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

more and more the older i get, honestly. i do most of my planning in my head, though i do have outlines for a few fics that i sometimes pull up and toy with. sometimes the rough drafts are part of the planning process, because i get to see what works out and what doesn't before i trash it all and start again. been kind of writer blocked recently. i think the most planning i do is when i talk about possibilities with my friends, especially if i'm writing something for them. brainstorming > outlines in terms of what works for me.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

oh god. uhm. here's something from a bloodborne wip i have that i haven't yet gone "i hate this" and deleted it:

Central Yharnam has a scent. Or it had one, until this hunter arrived. It was never the bold incense of the Cathedral Ward, the dankness and grime of the sewers. This section was a stronghold, the last of the remaining sanity behind closed doors, self-appointed guards parading in the streets. But it isn’t humanity he smells here, perfumed or soap-scrubbed to hide the animal musk. No; he smells smoke before the fire, singed fur and flesh, and blood. Cloying and rancid. Human and beast.

thank you for questionnn!!!!!!

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[kneltnotbowed]

dibbeast:

Beast's shoulders continue to relax as if all of the nerves of this reuniting finally begin to fade as they sat snuggled close together and he got to just listen to the beautiful life of Dibkins that he had missed. It sounds happy, beautiful, full of love.

"I'm glad to hear that about 257 — does he prefer Sorbet, now? I think that's a much nicer name," he replies, accentuated with a squeeze around Dibkins against his side. "And honestly what you just gave me is solid proof that you aren't undatable. That's so goddamn beautiful. I don't even know how to respond, it's just... I'm so fucking happy for you."

When Dibkins wiggles and chirps, Beast can't help the affectionate grin that tugs at his lips and he finds himself wiggling into the movements too. Energy.

At the mention of the florpus, Beast fully laughs and nods. "Yeah, I heard about that one. Definitely bizarre, I thought we about reached our limits of multiverse splits but, here we are. I definitely am jazzed to hear and see more about them. Kind of exciting to be back while things are so fresh and different but still the same in lots of ways." He shrugs and gives his companion another squeeze. "And yes, I do know about discovering new loves."

Beast's voice softens, smile turning wistful and nostalgic, but only a little sad. "Enjoy them and love them hard. All of them." A shake of his head. "Gods. I can't wait to meet everybody."

kneltnotbowed:

Dibkins is very comfortable, snuggled up with Beast. He idly pulls a few blankets and pillows closer, slowly building up a cozy nest around them on the couch.

"He mostly goes by Sorbet now, yeah. Feels more like him to him, these days." And Knelt is glad of that. Sorbet had taken a long path to where he is now, with plenty of turmoil, but he's living a good and happy life now.

"Hey, hey, I just said I am still undatable. You are all just wrong." Knelt playfully huffs, gently bonking his head into Beast. He doesn't understand it, how so many people have not just fallen in love with him, but chosen to be with him. Well, there were a few bumps along the way that he left out, but it's mostly the happy and ongoing stuff he wants to share right now, the rest will come up if or when it does.

"The multiverse does like surprising us." He sighs and leans back into relaxing on Beast. "I hope you do get to meet them, I bet there are some you'd really like. I think it would be fun to have Seeker and you in the same room." Knelt giggles to himself. The chaos would be unstoppable.

"I am, I do love them. All of them. I let them know as often as I can." He nods firmly, well aware that at any moment the multiverse could decide to tear away someone he loves for no reason at all, with no warning at all. How many times...? He doesn't take any of their time together for granted.

"I... haven't really had many people over, since meeting this new wave of people. Hunters visited once, just recently, but no one else who is currently around. I got a bit spooked, because the new people got a... bad impression of my life, at first." Well, Beast would know how that goes, it had sort of happened last time as well, just- Less strongly with Beast's group. "I do go visit them in their timelines, though. I have even started giving some of them magic lessons, the ones who have discovered an innate skill and power for it spilling out into their lives, who were seeking guidance and help with understanding and using it."

Visit with Beast

@dibbeast

Dibkins, more commonly referred to as Knelt these days, paces back and forth in the living room area of their suites. The suites belonging to Birb and Sorbet, where they all and their children live. It's a large, bright, airy space, with a nice big window and cozy seating next to that, as well as pillows and small clusters of furniture scattered about the area for comfortable seating. On some edges of furniture and corners of walls, little stick-on lights are attached. The whole thing has a mixed human and Irken design aesthetic. One can see through to the kitchen from there, full of the best of the best cooking equipment. As well, a balcony is visible, high up in the living room area.

Knelt is wearing a simple enough dress, by his standards. Flowing and deep blue silky fabric with white flower patterns, a high belt, and silver trimming. Nothing for curious baby hands or gums to pull off and attempt to swallow.

He's nervous. Jittery. It's been so long, and some part of him is convinced- This can't be real. Some kind of sick joke, or a trick of his mind. That no one is going to show up as he sends Beast word that he is ready and where to show up.

But he does anyway, and now all he can do is wait.

[eveenstar]

Hello! I do hope this isn't intruding but I'd like to request a EJ dating head cannon? I've read your others and love that their not ooc. If you have time of course! < 3

Hello dear! I'm so glad you like my headcanons <3 Did you know you were my 1,000 follower? Just a little fun fact that I noticed and made my day. Hope I didn't disappoint with these, enjoy! ♡

Dating Eyeless Jack | Headcanons

TW: soft gore, Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of force feeding (sort of? Only once). This entire post is just weird

Sheeesh. Very long and dramatic shesh. I could do a Buzzfeed Paranormal episode out of this, or a really bad comedy movie. A cryptic and a human dating? I'm getting a deja vu.

'Eyeless' Jack is a monstrosity of a being. He might appear human over all those layers of clothes and his mask, but don't be fooled (and DON'T approach him!), he's more animal than human. His brain is 60% beast and 40% human, so I am actually not that surprised he has some sort of feelings for you.

Being considered a cryptic, Jack is a very lone and territorial creature. His mind is often foggy, cracks and flashes of who he once was spread around like papers in a messy office. It's not often when he goes out in the daylight, especially human habitats - however like I said, he is still 40% human and sometimes Jack gets weird episodes where he finds himself lingering around parks or stores. He feels like he's dreaming more than anything.

That's how he found you. A simple human minding their own business at the park - and I'm not kidding, what attracted him to you was your beauty. Jack is a curious creature, your looks merely got him trailing after you with rapid throughts.

Please, don't think his curiosity equals a puppy's curiosity. It might look like it, by the way he circles you and tilts his head whenever you do something he finds odd but Jack's curiosity reaches morbid limits. He doesn't understand humans - I mean, he knows they have everything handled to them easy, and that they work in groups. But actual details? His knowledge of humans is the same as our knowledge of the ocean.

With that said, once you're within his grasp, Jack won't let go of you. You remind him of someone he once knew, a long time ago, and that's probably the only reason he hasn't killed you yet.

Also with "within his grasp" I mean, he kidnapped you from your house and took you to his dent - a small cave system hidden away deep in the woods, covered by moss and vines. It used to be a mine, but like I said, that was a long time ago. There was no way you'd possibly want to go willingly.

Jack doesn't talk despite being able to. He has a voice, he has some words memorised in his brain, such as 'food' and 'hurt'. He doesn't talk because he doesn't remember how to, the closest you'll get are his growls and hisses.

What happened to him in 1943 was...an incident. It shaped Jack into who he is today, 78 years later. But you will never know that, no matter how long into the relationship you both are. Jack will never tell you, nor there is anything laying around good enough to tell you what happened.

Even if you do somehow find out, I beg you to never mention WW2 to him, or anything that could be related to his past. It will send Jack into a spiral of episodes and worst case scenario you end up as his next meal.

Anyways, back to his curiosity. It's a bit tricky how you're going to eat - Jack will give you his food, consisting of organs, and he'll probably force you to eat it in the beginning. However after some time he'll hunt an animal and bring it to you. There's a small campfire inside his cave so you can use it for cooking.

His body adapts to the weather. It keeps him cool during summer and warm during winter. That honestly might be the only good thing about him, if you ever get to cuddle him.

Speaking of cuddles! You'd have to introduce the concept but I doubt Jack would like it. He's very weird about being touched despite being constantly touching you - but he never actually holds you close. However, you'll get to see Jack without his mask. He really doesn't use it much inside his den.

I'm not calling him ugly but he's also not the prettiest sight to look at. Jack's empty eye sockets are painful to see, especially when he has that black goo leaking from them - it doesn't happen constantly, it's sorta like a bleeding nose, but when he does...Or how his cheek bones are incredibly skeleton like. Maybe his sharp like a knifes tip teeth are enough to scare you down?

For this, Jack is a unique cryptic. He looks both human and a monster, unlike Laughing Jack or Jason the Toymaker. His body easily presents as a human male in his 20s except for the claw like nails. It's probably the only thing left of him that shows he was a human once.

Speaking of other creepypasta's! Jack's hideout is too deep into the woods for any other pasta to come around. You might see SlenderMan, who has a fond curiosity of Jack and has reached a point where there was an actual confrontation (which could've easily killed Jack), but he doesn't care about you, surprisingly.

Sometimes, old Jack comes around and it's so weird when it happens. He tries to act human around you by doing simple gestures, but it always ends up in Jack isolating himself like a wounded animal. It's clear how he's still suffering.

There's a locked box somewhere in the cave. You can try to open it but there's not much inside besides a letter ripped to pieces and an old picture dated '1938' of three people, one resembling Jack and another one surprisingly similar to you, like a long lost twin. You can try to read the letter but it's not written in English so unless you know German, good luck.

A little fun fact; Jack will draw you on the walls. It's not over the top art but it's something. It's like a hobby? You're probably the only thing he draws.

Also, Jack is not a light sleeper. He flinches a lot and makes very soft snores - also moves a lot in his sleep, but always ends up curled up in a ball. Good luck getting some sleep unless you decide to hold him, that might be the only occasion you get to do it and he has no issue with it.

Still, being in a relationship with him is both sad and terrifying. You can see through visible actions, like how sensitive to noise he is, that there is still a human inside Jack, battling whatever has become of him now. Some days it gets worse, Jack exiles himself to the depths of the old mine for days and the only thing you'll hear that tells you he's still alive are the screams and growls. As much as it might pain you to hear it, don't approach him unless you wanna turn this into a kill or be killed situation.

Okay, from all this, you might be convinced Jack is the worst to date but despite all, he still has his 'soft' moments. He's not a beast, not completely. He sees humans gifting their special ones flowers or things they enjoy and tries to do the same for you - small flowers he found through the woods, or clothes/objects from his victims.

Jack will never let anything harm you. There is a high chance he'll fight a bear if you're out hunting with him and just so find yourselves face to face with a larger predator.

To end this with a cherry on top; Jack is a special yet sad case. He's messed up and he knows this. He still tries to be human but all those memories come back flooding to him and it's overwhelming. I can see him letting you go at some point, the 1940s Jack inside him wants you to live the life that was taken from him.

Honestly I wanted to delete this and start over because I didn't like how it turned out lol

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[beauleifu]

headcanons for reader being in a poly ship with macaque and swk? (love your writing btw!! amazing!!)

aww thx! And of course! Note that I'm not too familiar with the in depth aspects of polyamory but i did some research and hope you enjoy! <3

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SUN WUKONG X READER X MACAQUE

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Some headcanons for above ask, the animatronics (animals) do tend to get a bit quirky at night- HA joking but seriously, there will always be some tension between these do and you've got your hands full

TW: None. Pure fluff bois

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Both are in love with you - and won't admit it, but at this point have gotten over their hatred for each other. Of course, there's still the harsh glare and snarky comment, but it's working so far.

We don't talk about how it happened. You were with Macaque first, but then something happened with Sun Wukong along the way

You sat down with Macaque, making sure he was comfortable with it. You just want both to feel safe in this relationship

Macaque agreed in the end - if a safe word is put in place. The idea is understandable and acted upon immediately, so three of you sat down, talked it out, and now, here we are.

Present day bois-

If they're in a good mood, Sun Wukong and Macaque will make breakfast together. Sometimes they'll ask you if you'd like to join, and other times you'll peek into the kitchen to see them cooking the biggest breakfast you've ever seen. And you don't miss their fluffy tails brushing every so often.

Ever since getting together, Sun Wukong and Macaque have made it a goal to work out their differences so there's no insecurities between them to make the relationship turn to hell.

They do this for you, honestly.

Macaque struggles with this the most. Whenever he catches you and Sun Wukong having a moment, he'll accept it, but it will make him upset a tad.

Honestly, he's such a touched starved boi it's no surprise he'd be frowning all day.

You and Wukong then devise a plan to cheer your partner up. This could include various activities like training (angry monkey boi likes training), chilling, or just plain cuddles.

He won't ever refuse these. He loves you guys too much.

Yes, he and Sun Wukong get over their differences soon enough, allowing for less stress and tension, and more peace and FUN.

Will take turns entertaining the other in their indulgences, and Wukong has some weird ones.

Whatever. He's a fluffy dude and you can't deny him.

Whenever Wukong would go off to do his weird things or go chase ducks, it would give you some time to walk in silence with Macaque. He likes it when you slip your arm through his, tail swaying behind him in a relaxed fashion.

Ever since the relationship became poly, it's weird but Macaque's a lot better.

Perhaps overcoming his hurdles with Wukong helped him tone it down, and give strangers a rare smile.

You + Wukong = troublemakers

Honestly, that's only 'cause he's a goofball and you get dragged (willingly) into everything he does.

Macaque is the parent who cares but doesn't care.

Not until you get hurt, of course.

Hell, this even goes for Wukong. Sure the dude is immortal but Macaque would growl out if the Monkey King is all right before telling him off.

Both of them love your laugh.

Macaque's a night owl, would prefer staying up late with you watching movies. Wukong tries to stay up, head in your lap as his eyes drift closed. He never makes it, but he's a trooper for sticking out for as long as he does. You and Macaque always smile fondly at his peaceful expression.

Wukong is a morning bird. Will wake both of you up super early either to go walking, watch the sunrise, go bother people, or make breakfast.

Most of the time Macaque would grunt out his refusal

Would definitely try to drag the high and mighty monkey beast back into bed

Oh, yes, you guys share a bed. Macaque is touched starved and Wukong loves cuddles (also touched starved, being immortal), but you've got a big mattress and can't complain.

Will wake up at 2am sometimes to see the two of them close together. Their tails are the only things touching

but it's sweet. They're wrapped around the other, fluffy tendrils soft and warm.

Whenever that happens, you creep out of bed to make them breakfast.

They love it when you try your best. They love watching that determined look on your face.

Yes, there will be arguments, but they're always resolved. Always. Wukong might not want to discuss the topic, but you and Macaque are well aware that if it's not fixed, tension will arise. And eventually Wukong comes around.

Macaque's pretty much the same way when he's on the defensive.

Both realize that problems are meant to be solved.

They adore your moments of insight

Are always willing to try new things in the poly relationship as long as they're comfortable with it. Wukong's never afraid to offer new ideas/activities, but Macaque's more on the reclusive side. Won't offer suggestions unless you specifically ask him.

Wukong is tallest

Will DEFINITELY brag about it and be a huge tease. Macaque hates it but you bet he likes the attention.

Wukong finds it cute

PROTECTIVE FLUFFY BOIS WARNING

omigawd these two dorks would destroy the world if it meant you'd be safe.

You're too precious, too valuable, and if someone made your day difficult at your work/while shopping, the two would team up, and gang up on whoever caused you to be upset.

Like, in the end you're faced with a puffy-eyed stranger apologizing on their knees

But Wukong and Macaque look so damn proud of themselves (they even fist bump while grinning wickedly as their victim scampers off), you can't stay mad at them.

In fact, whenever they do something to hurt you, they won't notice unless you show your pain externally. Macaque is the more emotionally intelligent, but both will stop and stare if you start crying at something they said. It might've been a joke, might not have been, who knows. Next thing you know they're both either cupping your face gently or sitting you down on the couch and asking what's wrong.

Always listen when you vent. Wukong will provide a few commentary but besides that, will remain silent.

These two, incredibly strong monkey demons will sacrifice their time and effort to see you smile

what more could you ask for?

[yesterdaysproblem]

Deja Vu Eddie Munson

Summary: eddie lost the beauty and she found another beast

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings/Notes: based on the song from Olivia, bisexual, girls kissing, 17+

masterlist | requests are open

Eddie was well aware of what he was doing to you but frankly didn't care. Everyone talked about how he took her to skull rock and fucked her brains out but little she know that was you a month ago.

     You knew this was all a act to get you hot and bothered and honestly it want working, if anything it made you sick that he'd even think that shit turned you on.

        The only thing that made you upset about this was him doing everything he did with you wit her. She be history to him next month just like you were this month. He gave her his jacket, shared he's pretzels at lunch, let her touch he's hair, go to pops for the amazing strawberry milkshake you loved so dearly. it was all deja vu.

        You'd even bet he already told her he loved her. Eddie didn't know real love and never would if he kept going at this rate. He looked and sounded like a man whore. Jealousy wasn't a good look on you though so fuck him. fuck her.

        "well don't you look smokin' as always" Robin was your new kissing buddy and she was really sweet and gentle and you knew she wouldnt hurt you and you damn sure wouldn't hurt her. "Rob I'll kiss right here" you pointed at your current location. Her eye brows raised at the idea was kissing you in public and not the back of family video or your car. Robin came out a while ago so it wouldn't be a surprise, not that it would've been in the first place.

          "do it." Oh she was a bold on, for sure. But so were you. She was slightly taller than you so you got on your tippy toes, taking her cheeks in your small hands looking at her to make sure. With a box your lips were locked in one of the most passionate kisses you'd had. "Oh break it up, you guys make me sick" Steve had put up with a lot from you and Robin, but mostly you.

          He was there when you cried and needed advice about Eddie and even after. You appreciated him to the fullest. "you love us together Harrington" you smiled hugged Robin, you're face on her chest. She smiled wildly at Steve. She felt like she'd won a medal. Which technically she did because everyone wanted you, guys and girls.

       Eddie stood at he's locker watching the whole thing go down. He didn't think you'd get over him this fast, and honestly he wanted to take everything back, he didn't mean anything he said to you that night.

      "You're a fucking slut, why would i want to pursue a relationship with you." He huffed. "I look so stupid with you wrapped around my arm, all you do is nag and flirt with everyone" it was true, it was your personality. you were kind hearted and wanted everyone to like you.

       "Fuck you eddie, I didn't do shit for you to treat me this way." The anger growing in you told you that you had to leave. "We're done". "Oh you're damn right we are, your not going to step on me like I'm some fucking door mat." You yelled slamming the door to your car.

         "So she's with Robin now?" Eddie often went to Dustin about this things which really was stupid because he was a child but he was always with you and the two weirdos. "Why does it matter, it's clear she's done with you, drop it." Dustin's mouth dropped realizing what he said and how he said it. "maybe you're right, she looks happy." He nodded in your direction

        She caught it and nodded back waving. Robin would know uptown girl now and get strawberry milkshakes after school. Eddie was history to you.

      "i love you guys." you smiled leaving the hallway with your arms around Steve and Robin