#its my favorite ask i think ive ever gotten

[codecicle]

swaggot

[gorgynei]

"The trans werewolf guy", aka the basic ass quintessential average af tumblr girl.

can you imagine trying to insult someone for liking trans werewolves on THE trans werewolf website

[yongseungkim]

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[shiningnightstars]

best icon ever btw. Ur right! Starlo IS xenogender!

anon this ask has actually made my day. your dont understand how happy this has made me.

for a bit of context, im fictionkin, and i happen to be starlo fictionkin AND xenogender. its like a double identity validation. anon i love you /p <2<2<2<2

[81folklore]

heaven - PIASTRI - final part

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams + pinterest)

summary: on the 2 year anniversary of oscars first win in f1, everyone’s favorite couple has a surprise

type: social media au (smau)

note: well this is it!! the final part to heaven!! this ending has always been the plan and im so pleased i can finally post it, this win has been a longgg time coming and i am super stoked for oscar!!! obviously not the best race (esp for mclaren fans) but we got through it and oscar won!!!! super duper proud of my mclaren boys and i cant wait to see many more 1-2 with them!!

i honestly cant believe this is the last part to this series, this was one of the first fics i ever posted and its crazy how far its come!! to this day i get notifs that people have found the first part to this series and it blows my mind how big this has gotten. i know ive been inactive for a long time but i hope by finally finishing this fic i will find love for creating fics again!!!! love u all🩵

heaven masterlist masterlist

set 2026

youruser

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two years ago my best friend asked me to marry him, i said yes immediately. how could i say no to spending the rest of my life with someone i love so deeply?

today marks 6 months of him being my husband and i feel so incredibly blessed to be able to call him that, to be able to say that someone i love, loves me back just as much

but today is also the anniversary of my boys first win, which seems crazy now that he has many more under his belt but its true, its been two years since that crazy day in hungary and one that changed us forever

i have grown so much in the time we have been together and im so pleased i was able to do it with you, osc. i love you forever and always!

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oscarpiastri my favorite forever🤍

oscarpiastri marrying you was the best decision i have ever made

youruser my boy🌟🌟

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oscarpiastri

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i cant believe i get to call this gorgeous girl my wife, and i’ll be able to do so for the rest of our lives

you had never shone as brightly as on our wedding day, however youve continued to shine ever so bright since and i hope it never goes away, seeing you happy and content makes me feel like the luckiest man alive

thank you for saying yes all those years ago and thank you for trusting me with your heart, ill love you forever and always

your osc x

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youruser i love you so much osc

youruser you mean the world to me

landonorris congrats mate x

logansargeant i miss you guys :(

youruser we miss you too logie!!! we’ll be home soon and we will take you to dinner!!

logansargeant oscarpiastri promise?

oscarpiastri we promise

georgerussell63 happy for you both!

frederikvestiofficial come back soon i think logans withering away

oscarpiastri he’ll be fine for a few more days🙄

logansargeant nu huh!! i cant last much longer☹️

user66 oh my god she looks gorgeous 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri she is

user72 YOUR OSC😭😭😭😭

user6 im never getting over them☹️

user91 THEYRE MARRIED☹️☹️😭😭

user10 remember when yn said they werent getting married yet because they still had so much growing to do,, look at them now☹️

user47 i feel like everyones being too calm, WE DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE ENGAGED?!?!!?!

user64 LIKE WHY ARE WE NOT MORE SHOCKED

user22 bcs they are written in the stars and we all knew this was going to happen!!! liked by youruser

user30 yn with all the little babes oh i cant do this🥹🥹 liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri

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lewishamilton so happy for you mate, it was a gorgeous ceremony💜

logansargeant my favorite people in the whole world

oscarpiastri we love you

logansargeant 🥹🥹 (i love you guys too)

youruser my boy forever and ever and ever

oscarpiastri 🤍🤍

landonorris you guysss😕😕

youruser love you lan!!!!

youruser

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a story told in many parts💐

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pinned youruser to osc, my best friend, my love, my husband i will love you until the end of time. i will hold your hand through everything and more, until death do us part x

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story song added heaven by niall horan text reads: my 🏠

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user72 OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

user19 I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOU TWO 😔😔😔😔

user63 ur literally perfect for eachother wtfwtfwtf

user90 I FEEL SICK THIS IS SO CUTE

user6 oscar is so sweet🥹🥹

youruser the sweetest!!!!

[tsumuus]

₊✩‧₊˚ 555 follower event ! ˚₊✩‧₊

i just wanna start off by saying tysmmm for even being able to reach this many followers😭!!!!!! i never would have thought my silly little stories would have even gotten as much engagement as they have been. truly so shocked. even tho ive started my senior year and my schedule is starting to fill up i really want to free up some time to do this event for you guys. ive received nothing but support and encouragement from you all and its more then i could have ever asked for! <3

as for the actual event itself, i really don't have a theme, i just want to give you guys a chance to request anything that you'd like (just don't be weird and keep it pg, im 16😓).

this event will last from 9.2.24-9.23.24! feel free to start sending in requests beforehand so i can plan accordingly!

i typically write for mha and hq, but i am willing to write for other fandoms. just ask in your request the character, and if i write it, just depends on whether ive seen that show or not lol!

(follow my first tag to stay updated with this event !)

reblogs are always appreciated <3 !

prompts and event masterlist under the cut !

₊✩‧₊˚ prompts ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

in your request, send the character of your choice, your top love language, + any other specific details you'd like me to incorporate

here are some fics i've alr written that follow this prompt: physical touch w bakugou; words of affirmation w kirishima

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

in your request, send the character of your choice, and any sort of dialogue or quote or something of the sort

examples:

"im not in love with you anymore" "i didnt know you ever were"

"you were everything" "you were a wonderful experience"

"i would've been there for you, through everything" "i thought you knew"

(yes i know these are all tiktok sounds idc its all i could think of)

prompt #3: song lyrics

very similar to prompt #2. in your request, send the character of your choice and any song lyric or song in general you'd want me to incorporate

ive written a good amount of these before but i never really liked how most of them turned out, yet here are a few of my favorites: falling behind, bakugou; pleaser, kaminari; reflections, atsumu

prompt #4: character matchup!

this is something new that i havent tried doing before. in your request, answer the following questions, and add any details you think i should know to help me figure out your perfect match! if you request this prompt i'd prefer you don't do it annomous but it’s up to you!!

questions:

what fandom/anime(like mha or hq) do you want the character i match you up with to be from? would you prefer a character whos male, female, or do you have no preference?

romantic or platanoic matchup?

describe your personality.

your top love languages.

your hobbies/pastimes.

and anything else about you i need to know!!

please be kind and patient with me as i try to figure out and plan everything accordingly thatll also not interfere too much with my schedule! any hate or negativity will result in you getting blocked! that being said, i also dont want to have to deny or delete any requests but my creativity does run out and i do get hit with writers block sometimes so if your request for prompts #1-3 happen to not be working w my brain capacity(???) im sorryyyyy!!

₊✩‧₊˚ event masterlist ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

₊✩‧₊˚ akinori konoha + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ tenya iida + quality time ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ hitoshi shinsou + physical touch ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ keiji akaashi + words of affirmation ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

₊✩‧₊˚ toru oikawa + “you don’t hate me” “i could never hate you” ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ neito monoma + "im not in love with you anymore" "i never knew you were" ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + “i wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair’ ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #3: song lyrics

₊✩‧₊˚ izuku midoriya + sailor song ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #4: character matchup!

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #1 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #2 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #3 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #4 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #5 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #6 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #7 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #8 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

[artstatues]

Tangled, again? - n.i × k.k

wc: 423

pairings: nazeera ibrahim x kenji kishimoto, from shatter me.

synopsis: it's kenji and nazeera's movie date night. unfortunately, it's kenji's movie pick tonight.

warnings: nothing <3 oh a tickle war and a plushie being thrown

a/n: ive been thinking abt making this for daysss and its a bit short but its my first shatter me fic!! so yippeeeeee!

taglist: @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @kozumesphone, @sophiesonlinediary, @lxvebelle.

@shuhuaspookie, @off-to-the-r4ces, @flowers-for-em, @starrynightsxo, @ant-thebooknerd. ( you didnt ask to be tagged but i think ur a stan so 🤷‍♀️ )

Every friday night was Nazeera and Kenji’s movie date. They’ve never skipped a single one before, it was one of the little things they did to keep their relationship– alive, you could say.

Though unfortunately, tonight’s movie was Kenji’s pick. That means he’ll pick one particular movie: Tangled. The movie was his favorite, it was superior above others, yet Nazeera still didn't get why even after all his explanations.

“Tangled is not a cartoon, Nazeera. It’s a movie about love and independence and charm and–”

“Mhm. Got it.” 

Nazeera placed the popcorn bag into the microwave, then pressed a button before waiting, arms crossed. Kenji snuck up behind her and immediately found refuge in the crook of her neck while his hands wrapped around her waist. Nazeera gave a small, knowing chuckle before the microwave beeped and Kenji removed himself from her. 

Nazeera poured the popcorn into a bowl before finding her way to the couch and plopped down comfortably. Kenji held the TV remote with a grin she knew too well. “Soooo…..what should we watch?” Kenji questioned sarcastically, as if he’d opt for any of Nazeera’s movie recommendations. She was convinced this man had never liked nor watched any other movies besides Tangled before dating her.

“Ah yes, here we go!” Kenji smirked playfully while he clicked the play button on the remote. “Wait–” He ran back to the room, before grabbing a pascal plush he had gotten for Nazeera because he said “it suited her personality” He threw the plushie towards Nazeera’s direction, thinking it’d surprise her. She caught it with the smirk he used when he hit the play button.

“Tangled, again? Seriously Kenji–” Nazeera made an attempt to complain but Kenji cut her off, “Nazeera, it’s the best thing the cinematic universe has made. I’m gonna stick with my choice.” He grinned while an annoyed Nazeera rolled her eyes.

At this point, she’d nearly have every dialogue memorized, but it was worth it to see her boyfriend laughing and smiling. 

After a painful hour and 40 minutes, the TV screen finally turned black as the last of the end credits disappeared. “I think that was the best movie I’ve ever watched.” Kenji jeered sarcastically. “I’m choosing the worst movie possible next week.” Nazeera promised, only for Kenji to tackle her into the sofa and begin tickling her. “Nuh uh.” He smirked while Nazeera was wheezing and writhing against him. “I’m so– sick of Tang- Tangled–” Nazeera managed in between laughs. “Whatever, Pascal.” Kenji playfully rolled his eyes.

[theonekrafter]

I really liked the new chapter of Fluffy Clouds! It showed up on a Monday of what's going to be a very stink week at work (they are restructuring my job to oblivion) so it was a great distraction and I've read it three times. I think the thing I like best is the difference between how Seiko thinks of herself and how others do when we get their POV. Like, Jiraiya has all the official files talking about 'prodigy' and 'leadership' and Seiko is all "welp. Gonna lose my legs so I better save up)

i'm glad i've given you something fun to do during a bad week! i really hope that the restructuring isn't too awful.

seiko is absolutely a flawed pov, mostly in reference to how she thinks of herself. not that it's super negative, she tends to be right about the level of her capabilities, but she is so much more. normal and pragmatic about everything compared to everyone else.

none of what she is doing is about being a good leader or being prodigal to her. she doesn't care about that. great leaders and prodigies die all the time, and if they're lucky they just lose a hand or something. she doesn't perceive herself as being more special than anyone else, other than having a much higher than average intellect and being reincarnated. which she is wrong about! she's extremely fatalistic, which comes out as being very reasonable in a world as violent as naruto.

jiraiya in contrast looks at her and sees orochimaru, which im glad people have pointed out in the comments! orochimaru, a once in a generation genius. orochimaru, the third hokage's favorite and a brat that's been just ahead of jiraiya his whole life. jiraiya is also flawed in his perception of seiko, because it's heavily tinted by his own experiences. he's only really known one genius who was seiko's age, so that's the first guy he thinks of. he's trying to fit kushina, minato, and seiko into a more understandable mold.

all this being said, these two are gonna have a fun dynamic for sure.

TY FOR SENDING AN ASK! i really love talking ab this fic its the furthest ive ever gotten with planning out one, and im excited that so many other people like it!

[definitelynotshouting]

Ask game #25?

mcytblr writer ask game

25.) What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

OH MAN..... GODS OKAY well this is about to become me gushing about my friends, but i think everyone and their mother should be reading @raichett, @droidofmay, @good-chimes, @sillyfairygarden, @sisyphean-writes, @renardroi's writing. Like holy shit i know some incredible authors. Grim in particular went and fully changed my brain chemistry with his fic Total Apogee of the Heart, which i do believe i described to him as "like reading an oil painting," and "like you've taken an axe to my chest and deftly split it down the middle to show me the inner workings of my heart," which is truly the palest of terms i can use to describe something that ended up feeling so soul-shocking to me /pos. The skillful way he twists words to layer these rich, saturated themes into his stories makes me INSAAAAAAANE, its pretty much the epitome of how i want to write when it comes to thematic elements and imbuing my narratives with symbolism. I genuinely dont know how to describe it, but the way he crafts sentences and weaves in references to other media is like reading a fairytale, and it leaves me feeling like ive just resurfaced from a dream every time.

And, ofc, my very good and dear friend Raichett with their ACP-verse-- oh my gods what an incredible read. Reincarnation fic with modern minecraft worldbuilding FUCKING SIGN ME UP..... i think this might be my favorite fic in the fandom because truly you can just feel the heart-wrench of how long Grian has been waiting, of all those words left unsaid during his and Scar's initial conversation that we the reader happen to be privy to. AND THE SEQUEL!!! THEE SEQUELLLLL THE ONGOING SEQUEL RAAAAAAAHH okay im normal im normal im normal <- lying. It just manages to hit every fucking trope i love all at once so i start frothing at the mouth whenever it gets updated or they send me snippets. I could read Raichett's writing for hours and hours and just feel so warm within it, truly beautiful prose and characterization :]

And ohhhh Sisyphean my beloved..... if you havent been reading their anonymous scarian fic series then please please do so, especially Bread and Butterflies, a fic they gifted me that made me simultaneously want to cry and also curl up into for the rest of my life. Something about the atmosphere in their fics, along with the juxtaposition of their unique form of humor, really just knocks it out of the park for me. And, of course, the gut-wrenching wing scene-- trust me, you need to read this fic. The reveal is so incredibly well done that it feels like a gauze being lifted from your eyes so you can finally see more than the lurking silhouette of what's been hinted at. Beautiful fic and evocative writing, i dont feel like i can do it justice you're just gonna have to go read it for yourself >:]

Sorry i told you this was gonna be me gushing so i am going to gush can we talk about Droid's fucking fics please. Can we talk about those. I've always been captivated by their writing, worldbuilding, and the way they so deftly weave implications into their prose to present a fic that feels so neatly-woven it practically breathes. Every work i've ever read from them, regardless of fandom, is some of the most engaging writing ive ever read before. Not to promo a fic inspired by hunger au, but im especially enamoured with their gift will the curse be reversed if you say it backwards. Reading that was like getting kicked in the chest a billion times until it ached, and the way they portrayed the two Grian's dynamics brought me perilously close to tears multiple times while reading, which is admittedly very hard to do. Also i think reading that fic is the closest ive ever gotten to what yall experience whenever i upload a new hunger au chapter-- i stg the dread i felt as the fic progressed had me HOLLERING in their dms like "IS THIS WHAT THATS LIKE. OH MY GODS" truly just a phenomenal fic all around

Thello, oh Thello, my beloved friend, her fic you are here to risk your heart had ME heartbroken in the best of ways when i first read it, and every reread since has only solidified it as a stunning cross-section into 3L!scarian's dynamic. Thello's writing in general is always so deeply elegant and refined-- reading it feels a lot like shoving the world's richest, gooiest, most delicately-layered cake into my mouth to melt on my tongue. She just gets intimacy in a way i rarely see done, highlighting the fragile way people can come together while straining to stay apart. Her writing is so deeply, utterly human in the details she chooses to focus on, and that level of groundedness paired with her fantastical prose makes me feel like what im reading is both very real and also the whisps of a beautiful, colourful dream.

And, last but very much not least, my wonderful friend Telk. Telk's writing is so utterly unique, bursting at the seams with both humor and a quiet rawness that punches me right in the ribs every single fucking time. They're also so deeply, insanely skilled at being able to say so so much in a story while dancing around the actual core of it, drawing you into understanding whats really going on below the surface like an event horizon. Their fic A Certain Je Ne Sais What is, in my mind, a particularly good example of the subtle and skillful way they weave implications into their work-- im perpetually in awe of how meticulously they poured Grian's cognitive dissonance between how he really feels about Scar, and how he wants to feel about Scar, into the narrative. That, and their characterization is genuinely flawless, im not sure ive ever read better character voices that capture the inherent humor of their owners than in Telk's writing.

Gods i have so much more to say about so many more of my friends and their fics but i'll stop here otherwise i will never shut up. Local guy loves his friends so fucking much i will shout it to the sky any chance i can take<3

And as a bonus, here's the hermit/trafficshipping collection i run on ao3, affectionately nicknamed The Body Count!! Its chock-full of incredible authors and writing, all of whom are my close friends, and its recently expanded to contain 60+ fics!! 60+!!!! INSANE. MY FRIENDS ARE INSANE AND I LOVE THEM PLEASE GO READ AND COMMENT ON THEIR WORKS BC THEY DESERVE THE ATTENTION :] THANKS FOR THE ASK AAAAAAAAAA OKAY BYE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[cyberdragoninfinity]

If you haven’t gotten him yet for the ask game: syrus? Vehicroid time….

SYRUSSSS nobodys asked him yet but i will happily go off...

Why I like them/why I don’t: SYRUS TRUESDALE MY ACTUAL FAVORITE YUGIOH CHARACTER IM NOT KIDDING he's another one of those characters ive howled and wailed a thousand times about but god. i love him so much. character who resonated deep with me, he's such a good depiction of the sort of teenage self-consciousness neurosis an anxious terminally shy not many friends kid can stew in, and then he has a genuine character arc!! and it's a great one, one of the best in the show! he really is like the joey of gx and it pains me that people dont gaf about him half the time. he actually grows and develops and his dynamic with his brother makes me insaneo craayayayaayzaayy. also hes FUCKING MEAN AND IT'S HILARIOUS?!? YOURE LIKE 4'11" CHILL OUT i love him to bits!!! if i ever meet wayne grayson im gonna be in tears.

What I like about their appearance: honestly it's the glasses. i love the canon (from tag force) factoid that syrus changes his glasses when something big happens to him but nobody notices. I'LL NOTICE SWEETIE!!!

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? sorry im a dub name enjoyer 193489523984% here. "syrus with an S" is like absolute peak 4kids dub name its been stuck in my brain since 2006. im obsessed with it. like hell yeah man thats a syrus if ive ever seen one they were right.

OTP: WELL IM UNWELL AND MADE UP A SHIP FOR HIM THAT I GOT ATTACHED TO. SO. my kingdom for syrus/mana i think they could be autism4autism weird kids who match each others' freak so well. syrus deserves to be someone's lameass boyfriend. schoolbusshipping. fuck it.

NOTP: again not into jaden/syrus. but also if you ship him with zane i hope you explode ten thousand times

OT3: i dont think i have one for him??? hrm

Favourite card they use: POWER BOND. WAHHHH. i do also love the vehicroids theyre all SO so goofy. his little chevron cars.

Favourite moment they were in: will forever love his season 4 duel where he uses the cyberdarks and kicks that Jinzo guy's ass but honestly i think one of my all time favorite sy moments is the dub exclusive "YOU TRADED MY BED FOR A CARD." theres so many funny syrus lines this kid is hilarious

Least favourite moment: i dont think i have any moments that i just severely dont like with him but sometimes he is a little weird about women. stop that. sprays him with a hose

Something I associate with them: this post

[headkiss]

its been a minute since ive been by your ask box! how are you darling! <3 i hope your february is starting off on the right foot :)

here are some vday ideas rattling around about my favorite stranger things boys:

soft steve harrington that gets emotional bc hes never been treated so well before

friends to lovers neighbor!eddie that sees reader get stood up by date

steve & reader both in denial about their feelings, so the kids try to scheme & get them together

its been years since high school at a vday singles party, eddie spots reader getting into some trouble when jason cant seem to take a hint

i’m alright lovely!!! tysm for requesting i had a hard time choosing one but i went with r getting stood up and neighbour!eddie noticing </3 | 0.6k fluff!

Eddie doesn’t mean to keep an eye on you, but he does.

He’d like to say he has better things to do on Valentine’s Day than look out his window every couple of minutes to see if you’re still outside, but he doesn’t. He’d gotten home from a drive and spotted you stepping out onto the porch of your trailer.

At first, you’d been standing, hands tucked in your jacket pockets and your hair still intact. Then, you were leaning against the wall, hugging your coat around yourself.

Now, you’re sitting on your porch steps, looking at your watch constantly.

He can’t even believe what he’s thinking: that you’ve been stood up. He can’t believe it because what person in their right mind would ever skip out on a date with you.

Eddie remembers meeting you when you first moved into the trailer park months ago, he remembers noticing how pretty you were and how warm your smile made him feel. He remembers thinking about asking you out.

He didn’t, and sometimes, he still wishes he did. He’d like to say you’re friends now, but the way his heart flutters around you isn’t friendly at all. He likes you. A lot.

That’s probably why he puts the kettle on, why he shrugs his jacket on, why he grabs the softest blanket he has.

With one more glance through the window, Eddie walks outside with a blanket draped over his arm and two steaming cups of hot chocolate. He has to walk slowly and carefully over to you to avoid spilling any.

You can hear the crunch of his boots in the layer of snow that coats the ground, the February chill leaving you shivering by now. Getting stood up is embarrassing enough, but waiting outside trying to pretend like it isn’t happening is even worse.

When you see Eddie walking towards you, you shut your eyes and hope that you’ll open them to find it was all a dream. Instead, you open them to find him standing in front of you, holding out a cup of hot chocolate.

You take it from him and hold it in both of your hands, warming them up.

“Thought maybe you could use some warming up,” he says, setting his own mug down on the steps beside you and draping a blanket over your shoulders.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say. “I probably look like an idiot right now, huh?”

“You couldn’t look like an idiot if you tried.”

Eddie sits down next to you, not the least bit concerned about his ass getting wet from the snow. He’s close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body, the brush of his thigh beside yours.

You stare down at the mug in your hands and try not to lean into him.

“Wanna know who is an idiot?” He asks.

“You’ll tell me either way.”

“Whoever was dumb enough to make you sit out here, freezing—still pretty—but freezing and upset. Whoever did that is the biggest idiot ever.”

Your stomach does a stupid jump. Eddie’s a good person and he’s let you see it from the moment you met. You think, if you had been going on a date with him instead, things would be much better.

Though, with him sitting next to you, they aren’t so bad now either.

“Think I’m pretty, Munson?”

“S’there a problem with that?” He feels braver than ever now. Fucking Valentine’s Day.

You scooch closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder. “No problem at all.”

Eddie rests his head on top of yours and something shifts, right then. He was never one to think Valentine’s was all that special, but this might just change his mind.

[cromearts]

so i watched interview with the vampire.

and you're gonna be like "laila, i thought you like to watch things after the hype has died down" well i thought so too but they put it on netflix and the brainworms got to me. i watched both seasons in a weekend. i'm gonna read the books next. usually i really don't like shows where the characters you follow are just "so complex!!!1!!!!1" and "hard to understand!!!1!!!!1" because a lot of the time this is just a cheap copout for people who want to fuck very surface level villains with very surface level writing (a lot of you have let fanon make you think some characters are deeper than they actually are but thats a story for another day) but i am SO happy to report that this is NOT the case for interview with the vampire. you have so many conflicting feelings for all of these characters (except claudia. i do in fact support her every decision. love that queen. my princess.) and it's just so good. this is the true drama people are looking for on tv. kind of wish it was on during the era of cable cuz you KNOW it would've been craycray. going into this, i really was expecting to completely dislike lestat but honestly i can't even say that. i love him and i hate him. the same way i love and hate louis and i love and hate armand. claudia and daniel are really the only characters that i love unconditionally. but there are so many scenes that just really pull on my heart strings. the finale where lestat says "armand called me, did you hurt yourself?" with those SAD ASS EYES. i don't know if people have already said this but whenever lestat is really sad sam reid puts on these puppy eyes that practically FORCE you to feel bad its insane. and louis.......... the man who is fumbled over and over again constantly. my favorite unreliable narrator. seeing how the "turning of claudia REALLY went down lowkey rewired some neurons. "please ill do anything ill be anything please please please." the guilt was literally eating him alive to the point of no return. that had me really gagged. jacob anderson lowkey best actor ever? like where are the awards we need them right now. and armand......... oh armand. biggest fumbler ive ever seen. its okay though cuz he's gonna fuck that old man. i know he is. but him lying over and over again to louis is actually so crazy. like bro is a pathological liar AND a gaslighter. you've been alive for over five hundred years and i can tell you havent gone to therapy not one time in your entire life. like for him to take the credit for lestat saving louis is what REALLY got me. like lowkey that's worse than the betrayal itself. like 70 years of mending back together our relationship after you killed my daughter and almost me only for me to find out MY EX SAVED ME? AND NOT YOU? like oh i would've really crashed out. and my dear claudia.... my favorite. it's so crazy like i will absolutely not allow any claudia slander because i can defend her from anything. like i genuinely do not think any "bad" thing claudia does is her fault because she literally did not ask for this. like you can argue that it made her life WORSE! instead of simply dying in that moment, she had to die later after suffering so much and THEN proceeding to experience happiness for one moment (insert the have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? no. but i once got very close quote here). claudia did nothing but suffer, was treated seriously by NO ONE in her life, and the one time someone picks her, they both proceed to die immediately after. that genuinely upset me so much i wanted to turn the tv off. and the crazy thing is we ALL knew claudia was going to die because they talked about her in past tense THE ENTIRE INTERVIEW! LIKE I KNEW SHE WAS DEAD THE ENTIRE TIME! AND I STILL WANTED TO SMASH THE TV! it's actually insane. at least in her final moments madeleine chose her. which was done very beautifully in my opinion. "my coven is claudia." goosebumps man. because a lot of people probably would've chosen the other option but no not madeleine. she loved claudia more than she wanted to live. i love this show man.

[poniko-w]

Sorry if this is out of nowhere, but thank you quite genuinely for the adubachi brainrot, even if it is uncontainable, as just seeing it on my dash brightens my day vro 💖 the rot has spread also 🔥🔥 i dont know how to elaborate on this. its good its awesome, and i love wretched characters who love and hate

when i first started posting about adubachi as much as i did i wasn't even sure if people would genuinely like it or if i'd just come off as weird so getting this ask made me really happy.. thank you.. but also you're welcome i guess..? idk doesnt feel right to say just one or the other. i will never shut the fuck up about adubachi!!! i was sentenced to 8 long months of being too scared to talk about my genuine favorite ship on tumblr and now the beast has unleashed!! 😁 *sees opportunity to ramble*

*goes on semi-related but mostly something completely different ramble* and i am so so happy that other people love it just as much as i do even if im almost certain im the most annoying person about adubachi to roam this planet. i do not stop talking about it. all of my aus have a variant of adubachi when i dont do that with literally any of my other ships!! these girls have taken over my brain!!! seeing just how much more popular the ship has gotten over the past few months makes me so happy. i've had a lot of people attribute that to me but i honestly think it was smth a lot bigger than that.. i might be the most vocal adubachi fan.. like, ever, but i still think other people who've posted art of them (who are my mutuals that im somehow too shy to mention by name? im going to be so embarrassed if they read this and realize im talking about them) still deserve just as much credit.. i think the only difference with them and me is i never shut the fuck up about adubachi in particular because of jst how long ive been waiting to talk about them, ill make longass textposts about them(like this one) or draw them doing literally anything. someone could ask me to draw adukin and bachikin folding laundry and i probably would. other people still think about other things. my brain is mostly or even just almost completely occupied by adubachi. nothing will ever get worse than my complete and total love for kashikin but my fucking god has adubachi gotten extremely close. sorry about the big ramble i completely lost it for a minute there. i need to learn to shut up... this isnt even as long as some of the rambles i send to my friends about my stupid little random adubachi scenarios. thats scary. i talk too much i need to never speak again

[knightzp]

Hi - For the fic ask game!

🍥 What's your favorite fic you have written?

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write?

how did you guys manage to ask almost all the same questions.......

aldjaksk anyways i hope you dont mind me answering them all here @raeygina-george

🍥: ough this is such a hard question ive written quite a few by now.... (ao3 says its 17 and honestly i cant believe i wrote so many so far damn.) but i think its definitely between the forgotten lyre , every season is full of memories of you with me and false steps !

🍙: yeah........ i kinda feel like this with the forgotten lyre mentioned earlier.... its not like it didnt get attention at all but i spent many months working on it every single week, i put a lot of time and effort into that fic and i really like how it turned out in the end! so it was a little frustrating that it didnt get much attention (or at least less than i expected, mostly while i was posting the chapters) and also especially being a piece i did for a bigbang event. but anywayyys i dont care that much now i did have a lot of fun writing the fic and working with my team and that along with the personal satisfaction of ending another long piece in time and just the way i wanted it to be is what i value the most (plus i know some of my mutuals Did read it even ones who are not in the fandom and that made me really really happy <3)

🍜: nah not really. i Did feel a bit pressured writing the forgotten lyre bc it was for an event so i needed to have it finished on time and it also happened with another of my long fics that i used to update weekly. but now i only write when i really want to and have the time and energy for it lol

🍛​: GOD YEAH quite a few comments ive got have made me laugh out loud when people get really excited and ramble and scream in the comment section i start gigling and kicking my legs its always the best feeling!!!!! also i can remember at least one comment that made me cry too.... this person was just saying how much they loved my multichaptered fic and how sad they were that not many people were reading it and was underrated and 🥺 god it just made so emotional to read those feelings i teared up

[spookberry]

got three things I want to know:

If you were to be cooked, what type of meal would it be, how would you be prepared, and what other food would pair well with you?

show a picture of something you think would do marvelously as a candle

something that would shock a person that’s known you for years

This is the weirdest ask ive ever gotten.

1. I dont know how human meat tastes nor its texture so I feel inadequate to decide upon the best way I should be consumed should a cannibal ever come across me. In my honor whoever eats me gotta also eat all my favorite side dishes alongside me tho. So steamed brussel sprouts with butter and hand mashed potatoes.

2. I Genuinely do not know what this means. Like something i think a candle should smell like or something a candle should be shaped like??? I need more information.

3. The wording on this one is throwing me off too cuz i just keep thinking "all the people ive known the longest wouldnt be shocked by like anything about me tho?? Theyve known me for years?" I think you just want a randon fact about me tho and worded it weird. Idk. Um... i cant think of anything that doesnt make my life sound profusely sad for some reason ajcksbs. Uhhh i actually really like wearing high heels and i used to find them really comfy actually. I only stopped wearing heels everywhere cuz all my heels were black and they dont match my current style

[green-ville]

Run Boy Run Part 2

Who Is She?

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             Wednesday Addams stared, which wasn't unusual for her, but normally when she stared the person she stared at walked away, freaked out. It was unusual to be able to stare at someone without them walking away. Less fun. She liked when they put up a fight.

           "I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you here."

           Wednesday turned; black eyes on Xavier Thorpe. His leg was in a cast, he was leaning on two crutches in the doorway. Consequences to his heroics, he suffered a broken leg.

           "You do have a habit of getting yourself involved, don't you?"

           She turned back around, staring at the girl. She greeted him like she greeted most, with an accusatory, monotone dialect. "You've seen her too."

           He stood beside her, hands holding the crutch handles while hers were crossed over her chest.

           He nodded. "I have."

           "And?"

           "And," he drew out the word, "what?"

           "Don't play dumb, its beneath you."

           His head tilted. "That was almost a compliment. Enid's been rubbing off on you."

           The thought frightened her. She had been going for insulting.

           Her finger tapped on her arm. Her calculating gaze swept to the heart monitor. Steady. She assessed her injuries again, wishing she could see beneath the bandages. They were on her hand and her head. Tape pulled the smaller cuts together. An IV ran into the back of her right hand. She had a face mask on, infusing oxygen. 7 liters. She was having difficulty breathing. Likely the broken ribs.

           "I don't know what to think," Xavier finally admitted. "When I saw her, she was in danger." He nodded his head back and forth, inner turmoil battling, before he further conceded, "and my last dream of her wasn't the nicest."

           "You saw her die."

           "I saw her fall," he corrected. "Does this match up with what you've seen?"

           She had gotten better control over her powers. She could almost sense when something was going to reveal itself to her. It took some of the fun away, she had liked the surprise of suddenly passing out to a vision, but she supposed this was better for other people.

           For example; now.

           She knew, without a shadow of a doubt and she loved her shadows, that as soon as she touched the girl, something was going to happen. She hesitated because there was a sinking (another thing she adored) suspicion that that it wasn't going to turn out well. It wasn't that Wednesday minded torture, she'd consider it a favorite hobby actually, but the last time she tortured someone things got messy and she was working on being tidy.

           She hated sloppy work, and she hated it even more when it came from her.

           "What's going on in that head of yours Wednesday?" Xavier asked, looking down at her leering figure.

           She glanced to him, then glanced back. "I didn't see her fall."

           "What did you see?"

           "I. . ." she paused, realizing with disgust that Enid was rubbing off on her, because she was about to do the worst thing that had ever been invented. Share. "I saw her die. She should have died."

           "Maybe she did? I mean, sometimes people's hearts stop?"

           She shook her head, and moved away from him, needing space. She stood at the foot of the bed, staring her down. She moved to the opposite side of the bed, as if the different point of view would offer better insight.

           Xavier coughed. "You uh, you gonna do your seer thing?"

           This is why she didn't make friends. They never shut up. Couldn't he figure out that she needed silence in order to think? Was it that difficult to perceive?

           "How did you know she'd be there today?" Wednesday settled for asking.

           Xavier shrugged. "I didn't, but I've been walking past the main doors a lot. Guess I was nervous. You?"

           "I like to sit on the roof when it rains. Helps me think."

           He did his version of a smile; a smirk with a downward shake of his head. "So come on, tell me what you're thinking. Another interesting semester ahead of – "

           Wednesday's eyes blew open, her back arched, arms going rigid, reaching out towards the ground. Her head bent back, her feet stumbled in a half circle, and she collapsed to the ground, hitting a chair on the way down.

           Xavier yelled out her name, got a crutched step towards her, and then the girl on the bed moved. He faltered, staring at her, panicked, as she arched off the mattress. Her head bent back, her wrists to the bed, her heels to the bed, supported in a way she shouldn't have been able to support herself. Her heart monitor spiked, and he yelled for the Doctor – just as the door slammed shut.

           Fire burst up from the ground along the wall, crawling up high and raging with a vicious passion. He bumped into the bed to get away from it, then remembered Wednesday, and stumbled over to her, pulling her away from the wall.

           The fire blocked out the surrounding world and managed to darken the room. His heart raced, fear seeping into his veins, and then he realized that, despite the fire, he wasn't warming up.

           He straightened up, no longer crouching besides Wednesday, she'd hate the proximity anyway, and looked at the fire.

           The walls were morphing. He blinked, thinking he was imagining it, but no, he wasn't. The walls were fading away, which was difficult to see because of the fire that encompassed it. Behind the flames there was a background of red. . .red and black. . .a large open space?

           Huff.

           He whirled, almost tripping over his crutches. No one was there, but he had definitely heard someone. When he turned back around, he saw it.

           A black creature running towards him, horns long, eye sockets a soul sucking abyss, claws wicked and gleaming. It jumped, about to make its way through the ten foot high wall of fire.

           Xavier fell back, crutches discarded, and hit the bed. Bumped the girl on the bed, who was still arched off of it. The second he came into contact with her the world returned to normal. The fire zipped back down, eradicating itself. The demon thing disappeared. Walls and windows and opened doors formed around him.

           The girl behind him plopped down onto the bed, heart monitor slowing down.

           Xavier still hadn't moved when Wednesday stood. Her eyes narrowed at him. His accelerated breathing. His shock slapped face. His unstable position.

           She was clearly going to ask him a question; he beat her to it.

           "What the hell was that Wednesday?" His voice was strained, hoarse from fear. His dreams had never been like that before. Was that what hers were always like?

           "You were there?"

           "Yeah! Where the hell were you?"

           "I didn't see you."

           "Well I was definitely there, and this demon thing almost killed me!"

           Her lips pierced. She opened her mouth, prepared to speak, likely offer some non-answer, but she didn't even grace him with that. Her gaze shifted to directly behind Xavier.

           Xavier fumbled into a stand, grabbing his crutches, and when he turned around, his suspicions were rendered true.

           She was awake.

           She took the face mask off, the sound of air still pushing through it but louder now without her wearing it. She looked from Xavier to Wednesday, back again.

           "Who are you?"

           "Who are you?" Wednesday asked right back. "And why aren't you dead?"

           Xavier gave Wednesday a look. She didn't break.

           "What day is it?" The girl asked.

           "What was chasing you?" Wednesday asked.

           "September 2nd," Xavier supplied.

           She blinked at him, surprised. "The 2nd? Really? It's not the 1st?"

           "No? You've been asleep since your accident yesterday."

           "How did you get onto the roof?" Wednesday asked.

           "It's really the 2nd?"

           "What is with your fixation on the date?" Wednesday asked.

           She exhaled, filled with soft, fine crackles. "My. . .my head hurts. . .what happened? What roof?"

           Xavier spoke before Wednesday could hit her with another question. "You showed up at Nevermore Academy, ended up on the roof? You were dangling from the gutters. Do you remember this?"

           Her forehead furrowed. Her hand covered the lines. It was clear even without verbalization, she was struggling to think right now. There had been a lot of blood under her head. He knew she had hit it; he just didn't know how hard.

           "I. . ." She looked Xavier, then flittered away, staying on Wednesday. "I'm supposed to be dead."

           Wednesday nodded, arms crossing over her chest. "Finally," her voice was dryer than sand. "Something we agree on."

~

           Giavanna was helped to sit up straighter; it aided her breathing. She refused to put the oxygen mask on again, it was annoying and got in the way. Because of this, she felt short of breath, but she'd deal with that.

           Just like she'd deal with all the other pain she was in, and it was a tremendous amount.

           The two kids, really teenagers her own age, were told to leave the room. Replacing them, a Dean of a school, a Sheriff, and a Doctor.

           At first there was an assessment. Cognitive, physical, emotional. She had to rate her pain, she had to identify her name, the date, the place she was in, and the current president. She was asked how she was feeling.

           "I'm supposed to be dead."

           "Why is that dear?" The Dean inquired, a lovely lady with brunette hair swept into a 40's style fitting for her makeup.

           Giavanna frowned. "I. . .I don't know. I knew, but I. . .I can't remember. I wasn't supposed to live past my 16th birthday."

           "When was that?" The Sheriff asked, voice gruff. She would've believed him disinterested if she didn't first believe he always looked and sounded like that.

           "Yesterday. The 1st. It's the 2nd today. . .I was being chased, and. . . and I got out. I made a portal-"

           "So you're an outcast?" The Sheriff cut in.

           "Sheriff Galpin," The Dean smiled, politically polite, eyes oozing pointed correction.

           The Sheriff coughed. "You, er, have magic?"

           "I'm a witch," Giavanna agreed. "I, I made a portal, to get away. I was being chased."

           "You said that already," Sheriff Galpin said.

           "Sheriff, normally we let the patients talk freely," The Doctor, who wore a nametag that identified him as 'Johnson', responded.

           The Sheriff nodded. "Apologies." He didn't seem apologetic.

           "I messed up the spell, and I, well," she frowned. "I don't know where I was trying to go. I've never heard of Nevermore, but that's where I appeared?" She looked to the Dean for confirmation.

           The Dean nodded. "Yes dear."

           "Well, then I guess I'll be on my way then? I should go find my parents," that phrase felt wrong on her tongue, but she had no idea what else to say. She swept her legs over the edge of the bed, felt a wave of dizziness hit her, and still would have kept going if Doctor Johnson hadn't put a hand on her shoulder. "I can't discharge you yet Miss. You're not stable."

           Giavanna may not have had the best memory right now; what she did remember? She hated, beyond all else, being told no. Any form of it. Straight out, indirect "you can't do this!"; it didn't matter how it was said, the ending was the same.

           Giavanna hated it.

           Her lips curled. "I don't recall asking for permission, Doctor Johnson. I've already stayed in one place for too long, I've probably lost most of my distance."

           The Sheriff picked up on this. "You think you're still being chased?"

           "I know it."

           "And how do you know this?"

           "I. . ." she stopped. How did she know this?

           The Sheriff nodded, making his point. "You're disoriented. You hit your head pretty hard. You have no parents or family nearby to my knowledge. Even if the Doctor discharged you, as the Sheriff I can't just let you run away. It's either stay here, or I'll be driving you to the nearest major city for CPS."

           "What?" Giavanna demanded. "You can't do that!" Her hand went to her aching ribs. She shouldn't raise her voice.

           "I can," the Sheriff corrected. "You're an unaccompanied minor that's got some serious damage. Three broken ribs, a bruised sternum, a bruised back, a cracked head and a minor concussion. Lacerated palm with three stitches," he assessed his notes. . . "oh, how could I forget, and you fell four stories. You would have died if Mr. Thorpe didn't break your fall," he paused, "with his body. While I can't say parental abuse off this alone, I can make a very good case for negligence or abandonment – "

           "Sheriff Galpin," The Dean cut in, that painted smile the picture of perfection. "A word outside, please?"

           He paused, clearly considering saying no, but nodded, and stood. The two adults left the room, abandoning Giavanna to Doctor Johnson.

           He checked his watch. "Well, if you'll allow me, I'd like to do your vitals again."

           Giavanna snapped her fingers. The Doctor's eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

           She shut off the IV infusion, and then disconnected the line from the j loop. The j loop was the catheter into her vein. She kept that in place, not feeling comfortable pulling it out. She stood, and immediately sat back down, overwhelmingly lightheaded. She also got a wash of cold from the back of her gown being open and her plans changed; she wanted to put clothes on first.

           Her clothes were nowhere to be found. She looked down at her gown. It would have to do, but that didn't mean she couldn't restyle.

           "I haven't looked good in a long while, turn this gown into the latest style," she commanded, and sparkles reigned down from above her head. She didn't look, wanting the surprise, but she did feel the difference. Feel the fabric tighten around her chest, disappear from her waist, and tighten at her hips. When it was done, she looked down at her outfit.

           Same fabric, but a short sleeve crop top with extra padding in the chest to support the girls. A matching skort (skort, not skirt, that was very important) that definitely said early 2000's Clueless girl. Shorter than she normally wore but beggars couldn't be choosers.

           "Good job magic," she praised, which was basically praising herself. "Now we just have to get out." And that was easy enough. She went to the window and cast another spell.

           "Before my past catches up to bite me in the ass, dissolve this window and take me to the grass!"

           The glass puffed into sand, coating the windowsill and falling onto the floor in front of it.

           Giavanna leaned out of the window, assessing the situation. The coast was clear. She started climbing out, grabbing onto the outside, and then began to shimmy down. It was a bit of a breezy day but she was safe thanks to her trusty skort. She was one floor down when a head appeared out of her window.

           It was the Sheriff.

           "Damnit kid!"

           "It's wrong to swear!" Giavanna informed, continuing to climb down.

           He cursed again, leaving the window. The Dean poked her head out, saw the situation for herself, and then disappeared as well.

           Giavanna got her way safely down, grateful for the older exterior that offered a multitude of places for her to jam her hands and feet. On the ground, she wiped her hands together and started to jog. No, she wasn't barefoot. She had been wearing her grippy socks (standard for every patient, actually disproven for lessening fall risks) and those morphed into converse. Because in a time like this, what she needed? No foot support.

           At least it wasn't flipflops.

           She turned down the street and almost body slammed an elderly man. "Sorry!" She called out, swerving just in time.

           She found a motorcycle free for the taking and swung her leg over it.

           "Don't make me find this key, start this engine and let's flee!"

           The engine thrummed beneath her and she kicked up the stand, shifting out of neutral into first gear. She pulled away from the curb, and that's when the knife landed into the front tire. It deflated, air seeping out, and she almost lost her balance.

           Giavanna separated herself just before the motorcycle tilted over, and she scrunched up, hating the sound of it hitting the ground.

           Her hands went to her hips. She looked at the girl in black. "I hope you plan to pay for that tire."

           "Stop running, we can help you."

           "I don't need help; I need to get out of here."

           "And what are you going to do after that?" The girl demanded. "Keep running? If you were supposed to die, whatever was sent after you won't stop until its fulfilled its purpose. You'll be on the run forever."

           "This doesn't concern you at all."

           "When you interfere with my life, clouding my visions, then it concerns me," the girl was getting closer, but Giavanna wasn't stepping back. She was off the sidewalk now, fifteen feet away.

           Giavanna picked up on that. "Visions? You have. . .you're like me?"

           "We all are."

           She whirled, backing up, finding the cute boy from earlier. The one with long hair and his leg in a cast.

           "That's Wednesday Addams, I'm Xavier Thorpe." Thorpe. The Sheriff had mentioned him. He broke her fall? "We're both seers that go to Nevermore Academy," he explained, and she was more okay with him, because he hadn't bombarded her with questions she couldn't answer. He answered her questions. "It's a school for outcasts."

           "What a nice motto," she snarked.

           "We can help you," Wednesday Addams said, closer yet again. Ten feet away. "Whatever's chasing you, we'll help you stop it, and kill it. That way you don't have to run. Or do you prefer to cower?"

           Her face twisted. "I wasn't cowering."

           "Then what were you doing? Why isn't it already dead?" She had one tone, and it was accusation.

           "It's not as easy as it looks."

           Xavier nodded, "so you need help. Let us help you, please. You don't have to do this alone."

           She took a step away from the both of them, not liking the proximity. Her arms wrapped around her exposed torso. She liked the offer, which is what scared her, because deep down, she knew it wasn't safe. "I. . .I can't. It's not safe for anyone to be near me. Just, please, forget you ever saw me."

           Wednesday stepped closer. "I promise that I will help you. If you run away, understand that I will follow you. So you can either stay here, and we can grow stronger on familiar territory, or you can make everything unnecessarily difficult by engaging in a meaningless game of cat, mouse, and mouse trap. You," pointed, as everything out of her was, "being the mouse."

           Giavanna stepped back again. She glanced to Xavier. "Is she always like this?"

           He smirked. "This is her playing nice." Then he nodded. "But we can help you. Please. This uh, isn't our first rodeo with monsters."

           Unease set in, a chill sweeping up her arms. She knew, without knowing why, that they had never faced her issue before. Hadn't even come close.

           "Why do you want to help?" Giavanna asked, specifically to Wednesday. "Why are you so adamant on it?" Saying even that she'd follow her just to help? It didn't seem in character for the detached girl.

           Wednesday grinned, painted lips pulling up. "It's a hobby."

           "Helping people?"

           "No," Xavier sighed. "Murder mysteries."

           The Sheriff burst around the corner; the Dean hot on his tail. He saw the group of teenagers and stopped, the Dean barreling into his back. He was stable enough to not fall, and she righted herself, pulling down her coat.

           "Ms. Addams, Mr. Thorpe, you've, you've stopped her?" The Dean seemed surprised by this, like she couldn't fathom the two of them doing anything helpful.

           "She hasn't agreed yet." Wednesday took another step closer, pinning her with her black gaze. A black gaze so different from whatever creature vaguely circled in her mind. Her hands crossed in front of her, folded over each other. "So, will you stay, and accept help, or will you run, and begin another chase?"

           It kinda felt like she wanted Giavanna to run just for her own personal fun. Giavanna had known Wednesday Addams for five minutes, and already it seemed as if the girl had an altered outlook on life, which included different definitions of fun.

           "It's either stay or CPS," Sheriff clarified.

           Giavanna scowled. "I don't like you."

           He put a hand over his heart. "Owe."

           She stifled a smile, then looked around. Avoiding gazes, taking in the scene. She was shaking from the cold. When she did answer, it was slow, hesitant, uncertain. She was making a terrible, horrible, decision. And yet, she didn't see any other choice right now. She was disoriented, her thoughts jumbled, and having a seer on her side could prove helpful, even if it did mean endangering everyone. "Well. . .seeing as I don't really have very many options right now, then. . .I will stay."

           "Great choice kid," he nodded to her. "Now, who put the knife in the motorcycle and why was it Wednesday?"