#let me tell you about this cave art mom

[bethanydelleman]

I'm going to tell you about a pro-vaccine commercial that plays in my head all the time and I wish I could create.

We start with a counter on a black screen, it's Humans vs. Smallpox and our score is zero and their score is super high and it just keeps going up. Then we see flashes of physicians from the past saying in various languages, "There's nothing we can do."

Then we go to all these soldiers attempting to fight this rampaging representation of smallpox. Think of the cave troll in Lord of the Rings. But the soldiers don't have any weapons and everyone is just screaming and trying to run away but they get stomped on:

(my excellent art)

So then we see Dr. Edward Jenner invent the smallpox vaccine and moms lining up with all their lil' babies (in old timey outfits) and we flash back to the counter and look, the smallpox side starts slowing down! Progress!

We go back to the soldiers. A scientist runs in with a glowing vaccine needle and they finally have weapons and they start to defend the townspeople from the big smallpox blob and he's getting smaller.

And then we see the World Health Organization announce that we will eradicate smallpox. The soldiers keep fighting and smallpox gets smaller and smaller until it's in a lil' jar:

(this looks more like a jug but stay with me)

and then we flash back to the counter and the numbers freeze on the smallpox side and on the human side a huge needle smashes down through our zero to be a 1 on the human side. We killed it!

Then a copy writer says something more clever but along the lines of "We've killed one once, let's do it again."

Honestly, I don't know if it's possible to move the needle on vaccine hesitancy and denial, but I'm like, super proud that we've managed to kill a disease. Diseases have been killing us, without mercy, for thousands of years and we killed one back! We did it! That is so amazing and I wish we talked about it more. We got revenge. We were persistent and strong and we finally defeated our oldest enemy.

I want other people to feel that pride and accomplishment. I want dramatic music as we vaccinate the final person. I want all the people of the past marvelling that we now grow up and live without fear of being killed or scarred for life by smallpox. It is a miracle. 40% of babies used to die but we live in the age of miracles.

Anyway, that's my vision. Let's kill polio! Let's kill them all!

[princess-glassred]

Losers Club Minecraft Headcannons

Richie

Constantly hopping up and down with out any signs of stopping. He is literally unable of walking anywhere in minecraft, and he constantly crouches and uncrouches whenever he has to stand still. If he stops being stimulated for one moment he wants to punch things.

Had a serious tnt and flint and steel problem at one point, now it's a server rule to limit his tnt usage and keep it far away from everyone's base.

Built a lot of penis shaped buildings before the novelty wore off.

Basically just a minecraft parasite, never gathering materials of his own and just constantly going "is for me 👉🏻👈🏻🥺". Stan's not even sure he wants to play the game, just wants to hang out with them.

constantly decked out in gold armor until he realized how shitty it was.

names all his animals stupid shit because he knows it annoys the crap out of Eddie

Mic quality is ABYSMAL. he sounds like he's conversing with them from the marianas trench.

His frame rate is also pretty ass

Dies A LOT.

Minecraft skin is a creeper in suit

Ben

Very good at redstone and building houses, sometimes using Redstone to create really cool effects around his base.

Has been approached multiple times by Eddie literally BEGGING him to build him a secret space so Richie doesn't touch his shit.

He really likes the End but hates the Nether for some reason

has a collection of secret little redstone projects somewhere he won't let his friends see cause they're kinda personal.

Wrote poetry for Bev in one of those minecraft books then threw it in the ocean.

Master of the command block

Extensively checks the minecraft wiki

Trades with villagers the most out of everyone

Knows all the mods cause he's addicted to watching minecraft mod showcases

The only one who can figure out what the fuck education edition is

Minecraft skin is just a space texture

Eddie

-Constantly nervous about going caving or being out at night, he will start SPRINTING the second sundown hits

Utterly terrified of minecraft cave noises

Overfeeds himself all the time since the hunger bar makes him anxious

freaks out if he's under the water for even a second

Keeps his chests well organized but not nearly as much as Stan

One time Richie pranked him by telling him he better set his spawn point in the nether by sleeping and then the bed exploded, killing him. He's dreaded going to the nether ever since.

Plays minecraft the least since his mom doesn't want him on the computer too much

Spent his first night in minecraft cowering in a hole

In a weird fued with Richie where they only communicate through passive aggressive signs "Why would you keep your mom in a cage, Eddie?" "STAN FOR FUCKS SAKE BAN HIM".

Minecraft skin is literally just him, fanny pack and all

Bev

Simply adores doing little art projects on the server. She particularly loves pixel art but if she wants them to have cool effects she'll ask Ben for help red stoneing them sometimes.

Base is absolutely riddled with flowers, she really has an eye for that kinda stuff.

Really good at combat actually, especially when it comes to bows and arrows. She's had to go down and save Eddie and Richie from dying in the mines multiple times.

She fucking loves cherry wood, her whole house is cherry wood

Has like a million dogs with different colored collars

The queen of the dyes, everybody comes to her for dyes and bonemeal 24/7

Hosted a minecraft fashion show using armor stands and all the boys were surprisingly into it.

Minecraft skin in her in a white dress and flower crown

Bill

Whenever they wanna take a group screenshot he's the one to do it.

gave everyone a big rallying speech before they went into the end, only for Eddie to get glitched into a block and die right after

Very good at building mob spawners for some reason

Didn't even build his house, just went to a village and stole one of theirs

Richie dared him to write an entire novel in one of the minecraft books so he's ACTUALLY DOING IT

Loves his minecraft horse more than anything. Sometimes you can just find him riding that thing in a circle for funsies.

Always making sure to check on everyone's needs "B-bev you got enough f-fuh-food?" "Mike is your h-health good?" "Eddie is your p-pickaxe almost broken?"

Likes to type messages instead of talk since he's a little embarrassed by his stutter

The only person who knows about the poem Ben through in the ocean, he saw it but he's keepin quiet about it because it was awkward as fuck.

Minecraft skin is some random novel character nobody has ever heard of

Stan

The best at minecraft by far, and has beaten the game about a hundred times.

Ate a porkchop one time and everyone freaked the fuck out

Doing the most work out of everyone on this server

Punches Richie anytime he's gettin too rowdy

Has like a million safety things set in place around his base to protect himself from Richie's grubby little hands, including a moat.

He actually owns the server they're on, which makes Richie crack a lot of "Get off good christian jewish minecraft server!!" jokes.

The very first of the bunch to get Diamond armor, followed by Bill

Gear absolutely stacked with enchantments

Minecraft skin is just a much more detailed and higher quality version of the steve skin

Mike

Doesn't get to play often since his uncle makes him work

Because he doesn't enjoy killing animals for his uncle he's become the biggest animal lover in minecraft

He has EVERYTHING and he'd adopt a creeper if they'd let him

He has a chicken named Richie, a dog named Bill, a cow named Ben, a mooshroom named Beverly, a horse named Stan, and a sheep named Eddie.

He's also trying to do a vegan let's play cause he really really doesn't wanna hurt the cute little minecraft mobs. He really doesn't even wanna kill slimes.

New to video games in general so Stan is patiently and delicately guiding him through the step by step process.

Everyone's constantly losing track of where he is and then finding him again on like Bev's roof or inside a random hole.

One time everyone got hungry so in a panic he hid all his animals underneath his house.

Accidentally blew up one of Bev's projects and let Richie take the blame cause he was scared

Minecraft skin is default Steve, but Stan's working on a custom one for him.

Feel free to reblog/reply to this with some of your own i would love to hear em.

[nhl-stories]

. – Quinn Hughes

Summary: Ignoring the pain of a break up is a lot easier when you're not best friend's with your ex's brother

Author’s Note: A song title being a period is very annoying for writing, prepare for angst below

Word Count: 4.4k​

Album Series Masterlist

It's been so hard Ever since you broke my heart But I'll never tell Honey, I'm not doing so well

It’s like a rite of passage to get a crush on your friend’s older sibling. There’s some sort of forbidden love chemical that goes off in your brain and you just can’t help it.

You never expect anything to happen with it, maybe some embarrassing moments of staring or a few ridiculous confessions in a diary, but nothing more.

Lux wishes her crush could have been more aptly named, and the puppy love had been squashed before anything actually happened.

“Can I get into my house and wash the car off of me before you start bothering me,” Lux tries to sidestep Jack who’s sitting on her porch.

After a five-hour drive, the last thing she needs is to deal with a needy Jack. She’s physically exhausted and doesn’t feel like becoming emotionally exhausted on top of it.

“No, you ignored my texts.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” she rolls her eyes.

She tries using her suitcase to box him out and make it to the door, but of course he’s faster than her and grabs her ankle pulling her down onto the porch into a heap. She sits up with a huff, but can’t help but notice how serious Jack looks.

“Are you gonna ignore me all summer? Because you graduate next year and you may never get a summer off again!”

“You can’t expect me to just happily go hang out at the lake all summer.”

“She’s only gonna be there for like two weeks, she has a job to go back to,” he says it like it’s a selling point.

“You know it’s not just about her, but since I can already see you’re not going to stop unless I say yes, I’ll see you in two weeks,” she tries to escape again, but Jack grabs her wrist.

“Luxy, please come to the party this weekend, my mom would love to see you,” she wants to kick him for playing the mom card, “and I’ll even drive you home so you don’t have to spend the night.”

She narrows her eyes, “Yeah right, you’ll get drunk and then I’ll be held captive in the house of testosterone.”

Jack’s eyes dart around because he can’t deny the possibility of that happening.

“Don’t let Quinn ruin our summer fun,” he settles on that dagger.

“Fine,” she caves and Jack does a fist pump in response, “but you have to stay here for dinner because my mom keeps peeking through the curtain and she’ll be pissed if you leave.”

Lux wouldn’t be in the position if she had never befriended Jack in the first place. Or as she usually referred to it, Jack begrudgingly endeared himself to her.

It had started in middle school, when Jack had chosen drama class as his art elective and of course Lux had gotten assigned as his scene partner for the semester. It was the classic partnering of the ‘class disruption’ with the ‘class delight’ in hopes they’d balance each other out.

Jack was loud and brash and loved to rile up Lux, making fun of the way her cheeks would burn red in exasperation. Lux was the quiet girl in class, but one on one she could hold her own with an acid tongue that could easily rattle Jack’s demeanor. Their teacher thought she couldn’t have made a better pair.

The first time Lux went to Hughes’ house to practice lines, she fell in love.

Quinn was only a couple years older but with her tween brain rotting with hormones; Lux thought she was seeing a man for the first time, when she was always surrounded by mere boys.

Lux decided being Jack’s friend was something she needed in her life, if only for the proximity to her new crush. And when Ellen learned Lux was good in science, she recruited her to tutor Jack and the girl became ingrained in the family’s life.

For Lux and Jack their friendship grew to be a nice escape from usual social circles; a comfortable space where there were no expectations to act or talk or think a certain way.

And Lux got the extra benefit of secretly glancing at Quinn. Sure, her mouth turned to sand when he would merely say hi, or her face cherry red when she had even the slightest physical contact with him. Even if was just ruffling her hair in an older brother sort of way. But it all felt worth it for those miniscule interactions.

It was the one thing Jack never made fun of her for, maybe he thought it would fade away over time, like all of his crushes. But it never fully disappeared, even when she dated boys in her own grade, her heart held a special place for Quinn.

And against the odds something happened.

Lux went to Michigan for a college visit and Quinn offered to show her around a little.

“I can even give you a non-parent approved tour,” he had joked.

It was the first time they had spent any time alone, and something just clicked. They laughed at the same jokes, especially at Jack’s expense, talked about their futures even when Quinn’s was clearly more set in stone than Lux’s. By the end of the visit, they didn’t want to stop talking. So, they didn’t.

Texting went from occasionally, to daily. Texting turned to phone calls. Phone calls turned into visits to Quinn’s dorm to hang out and help him study.

Neither made a move for a long time. Lux, because she was worried that she might be reading too much into it. Quinn because she was still in high school and one of Jack’s friends.

Nothing happened until Jack’s graduation party. Jack was preoccupied with his other friends from hockey as they talked about the upcoming draft. And Lux was about to duck out to go to another friend’s party after she finished a piece of cake.

“Congrats valedictorian,” Quinn says, of course, while Lux has a mouthful of cake.

“Congrats on dropping out of college,” she laughs, hoping her wit covers up her nerves.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry, I spend too much time with Jack and that means keeping his ego in check.”

“The world thanks you for that,” they both laugh.

There’s a long silence, Lux fills it with finishing her cake before she gathers some courage.

“I was going to head out to another party, want to come with?”

They never made it to the party; they ended up pulling into a parking lot and making out. It was a start of a summer romance, something to enjoy before Quinn went to Vancouver and Lux to Northwestern. It was a bonus making Jack constantly annoyed by their PDA.

The summer ended and they didn’t, a long distant relationship tided over by games in Chicago, spring breaks, and summers off.

Things were great. And then they weren’t. And then they were over.

It’s been months since the breakup, but the wound is still fresh for Lux. Her grades started slipping in the last semester, she began losing weight in the bad kind of way, she stopped going out with her friends as much.

Lux wishes she was doing better. Not to show Quinn, who already had a new girlfriend, up.  Rather, to prove to him (or maybe herself) that her world didn’t end when he ended things. Most days it felt like it had.

She checks her rearview mirror for the thousandth time to make sure she looks well-rested and her eyes aren’t puffy and red from crying on the way over.

“You can do this, there will be other people and you don’t have to talk to him more than hello,” she gives herself a pep talk.

After another deep breath she gets out of her car, grabbing her overnight bag because deep down she knows she’ll end up staying.

She lets herself into the house like normal, and is surprised by how quiet it is. She walks further into the house and finds Ellen in the kitchen chopping fruit.

“Lux, it’s so good to see you!” She puts down the knife and engulfs the girl in hug, “I’m glad someone’s here to help keep them out of trouble.”

Lux follows her eyes to where a group of man-children are outside.

“That’s a lot to ask of one person,” she chuckles before meandering around the kitchen island to avoid going outside, “do you need any help?”

Ellen’s eyes soften giving Lux a sad smile before pulling her into another hug.

“I know it’s hard sweetie, but it’s going to be okay,” she squeezes her once more, “and there’s some veggies you can cut.”

Lux can’t help but notice how at home she feels here, she knows where everything is like it’s her own place, which last summer it sort of had been. She had helped the boys move in and decorate and organize.

“How’s school? Your mom tells me you’re taking the MCATs next?”

“I’m taking them, but I don’t know if I want medical school or grad school or what,” she doesn’t mention that her breakup with Quinn has her second guessing every life choice.

 “My dad thinks I should take a year off to figure it out."

"That’s not a terrible idea, you work too hard.”

“Luxy!”

“Lukey!” She laughs at the lanky teen and pulls him into a hug, “Do they feed not feed you at college? You’re all bones.”

She thinks she hears Luke mumble under his breath, “I could say the same about you,” but Ellen speaks up before she can dwell.

“He’s like a bottomless pit, we’re banishing him to Jack and Quinn’s cause he’s eating us out of house and home,” Ellen laughs from the counter.

“Good call, they got that NHL money now.”

“Why didn’t you come out and say hi?” Jack calls out when he and the boys start entering the house.

“Because I’m a polite house guest and I'm helping your mom with food,” she stabs the knife in the air to make her point.

Jack comes over and gives her a hug and a spin.

“Glad you actually came,” he whispers as he sets her down.

Some of the other boys from the National program come and give her hugs, they were never close friends but friends by proximity.

The back door opens again and Quinn comes in, hair wet from the lake and leading an equally wet girl by the waist. She knew she would see them but it doesn’t stop her heart from deflating a bit.

Lux can already picture how Quinn picked her up and jumped in the lake with her, then kissing her when they resurfaced until she wasn't mad anymore. Maybe they'd gotten more handsy under the water, until one of the guys called them out and they separated a little flustered but not enough to completely detach.

Lux knows from experience.

She feels a pinch on her side removing her from conjuring her own nightmares, “Lux, I said why didn’t I see you at my last game in Chicago?”

She looks over and blushes, embarrassed she’s been caught, she tries to pull it together before she gets any sad eyes. She’s sick of the pity everyone has been giving her.

“I had finals Z,” she rolls her eyes at Trevor.

Lux knows Z only invites her with hopes she’ll bring a cute friend with her.

“And this goes for all of you stop giving me tickets to Chicago games, I don’t care about hockey or you guys enough to go every time. I barely want to go see Jack and he only plays the Hawks like twice a year.”

She tries to ignore the fact that Quinn is standing by the island now, wrapping a towel around the new girl's shoulders while looking towards Lux.

“What about me? We went to prom together!” Cole says with fake offense.

“You only asked me because I make you look tall!”

She hates how comfortable she feels, laughing with the boys and making fun of them. Then she makes the mistake of making eye contact with Quinn’s new girl.

“Hi we haven’t met, I’m Samantha. I’m Quinn’s girlfriend,” she gives a shy wave.

To everyone’s credit they act remarkably chill about the moment, pretending there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’m Lux.”

“Oh, you’re Jack’s girlfriend, he won’t shut up about you,” she smiles brightly.

Lux and Jack can’t help but let out loud, awkward laughs at the same time. Nothing has ever sounded more ridiculous.

“Jack and Lux no way,” Trevor starts to open his big mouth, “it’s Lux and–“

Lux elbows him in the ribs.

“It’s Lux and me all the way,” he puts an arm around her shoulder, “Or at least it will be when she moves to LA.”

“LA?” Quinn speaks up for the first time.

“I looked at some schools down there, it’s a maybe.”

She shrugs like it’s no big deal but feels a little smug that Quinn is so curious.

“I’m still lobbying for Princeton or Columbia,” Jack says.

“Just what Lux needs, you within driving distance all year round,” Ellen chides her middle son, “Quinn why don’t you start grilling the hamburgers.”

Quinn and Ellen head outside carrying some food supplies. Samantha thinks about staying for a second but everyone else must have a weird fake smile like Lux, because she mirrors the smile before following her boyfriend outside.

As soon as the door shuts behind her, Lux pinches Trevor on the shoulder where she can tell a sunburn is coming in.

“Ow fuck!”

“What the hell was that?”

“I wanted to help out, make Quinny jealous,” Lux furrows her brows at him, “It was working for a bit.”

“Did I ask for your help?”

“No, but you looked like you could use a win,” he shrugs.

She looks around at the other guys, they aren’t really making eye contact. She realizes she doesn’t just feel like a pathetic loser, she must look like one too.

She picks up the vegetables she sliced and carries them outside, determined to show them that she’s not broken. Even if that’s not true.

People start trickling in and it starts to become a real party. She mingles with some girls she’s met in previous summers who live in cabins nearby. She even talks to Samantha when she looks a little lost as people start interrogating Quinn about hockey.

In another life Lux and Samantha would be great friends. Lux hates her a little for that. And she drinks a little too much in response.

A haze fills her peripherals, she’s wobbly on her feet but not quite to the level of falling over or getting sick.

“Quinny!” Lux and Samantha say in the same tone when he comes by with a cup of water handing it over to his girlfriend like he used to do for Lux.

“Why didn’t you tell me how great Lux was?” Samantha says a bit too loud and too fast, “I would have made my plans to overlap with her more.”

Quinn awkwardly laughs and raises an eyebrow to Lux.

“What can I say? I’m very lovable. You know that Q,” she feels herself try to wink, but it’s not quite right.

“Luxy come be my pong partner, I need someone to drink for me,” Luke helps the girl out of the chair, he’s not allowed to heavily drink while his parents are around.

“I don’t think she needs to drink more,” Quinn warns.

“That’s none of your business anymore Quinn,” Lux says with a sharper tone than she realizes she’s capable of.

Luke is extra good at pong because he’s practically sober, while their opponents are on par with Lux. Which means there’s not much drinking to be done on Lux’s part. She can feel herself sobering up and she hates it. She hates it even more when she sees Quinn and Samantha making out by the fire pit.

“I don’t feel well,” she mumbles but Luke hears her.

“Want me to take you home?”

She looks over to see Jack didn’t hold up his end of the bargain and is too drunk to drive her home. She’s probably good to drive herself but she thinks she might drive herself into the lake on purpose.

“Um– no. I drove so it will be a whole thing with my car. I’m– I’ll just– I’ll find somewhere to lie down.”

“You can sleep in my room if you want.”

She’s silent for too long thinking about what to do, she should just go home. Ask Ellen for a ride. Anything to get away from here. She could just sleep in her car.

Instead of doing anything she pulls Luke into a hug, he wraps his arms around her. It’s like he’s holding her together.

“Whoa, are you trying to collect Hughes brothers?” Jack says loudly from across the lawn, he’s too drunk to realize it’s not exactly a funny joke.

Everyone knows what he means, Lux whips her head towards Quinn and Samantha.  She looks thoroughly clueless, but Quinn is fuming.

Lux runs into the house, she doesn’t care if she cockblocks Jack or makes him sleep on the couch, she takes his room and buries herself under the covers and sobs.

She didn’t prove to anyone that she’s doing well.

The next morning her head hurts and she can’t tell if it’s from drinking or crying too much. Jack is snoring in a makeshift bed he made on the floor, she thinks about kicking him in the ribs on her way out.

No one is up when she makes her getaway.

The next time she goes to the lake house is by accident.

She’s out with some friends from high school who go to Michigan. They start out with brunch and it spirals out of control from there.

They’re out getting pizza, all on wobbly, baby deer legs, and deciding where to go next when her friend Kylie’s fiancé comes to pick her up.

“Refueling for round two?” He laughs at the group and tries to gather Kylie.

“More like round three,” Kylie giggles and tries to plant a kiss and misses leaving a sloppy, wet kiss on his neck.

Lux and her other friends ‘aww’ at that even though it’s definitely not cute and more embarrassing.

“And you’re you sure you guys want to continue on?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Lux gives him a thumbs up.

She isn’t entirely wrong, they make it to the next bar with little issue, though maybe the bartender shouldn’t serve them at this point.

They’re talking about planning Kylie’s bachelorette party in the way drunk girls do, too elaborate to actually be executed.

The conversation switches to their current love lives, which is not exactly the topic Lux wants to broach. At least when it comes to herself. She tries to keep the spotlight off her and that works for the most part, it’s nice to hear about her friends falling in love and their bad hookups.

“What the fuck Lux? I’ve been waiting outside for 10 minutes.”

Jack is standing over the table trying his best to look mad, but having a hard time with the four girls staring up at him in a drunken stupor.

“This a is girls’ night, you’re not invited!” Lux slurs and takes a sip through her straw, going back to her friends.

“You texted me an SOS,” he thinks for a second, “or it seemed like it cause you texted me gibberish followed by your location pin, so I thought you needed rescuing.”

“Well, you can see I’m fine so see you later,” she waves him off and her friends laugh.

“Not happening, I haven’t seen you in weeks and I drove all the way here, you’re coming with me.”

He leans forward to grab her arm only to be assaulted by a chorus of ‘nos,’ so he backs off for a bit, reaching for his wallet and taking out a few bills.

“Next round is on me.”

“She’s all yours Jacky boy,” her friend Ashley winks and grabs the cash.

“Traitor,” Lux sticks out her tongue as Jack helps her out of the booth.

“If a Hughes is gonna take you home, we’re glad it’s him,” Ashley makes a stern face, “tell Q he sucks for us.”

“Quinn doesn’t suck,” Lux says protectively, like he’s hers to protect.

“I’ll happily tell him Ash,” Jack cuts in before anyone picks at that scab anymore, “C’mon Luxy I’ll buy you some pizza.”

She reluctantly goes, blowing kisses to her friends. Jack helps her get into the car and she splays out in her seat.

And that’s how she accidentally ends up at the lake house.

“This isn’t my house?” She mumbles through a mouthful of pizza that she snuck during the drive.

“Obviously, if I have to kidnap you to hang out,so be it.”

Lux rolls her eyes, she’s too hungry and getting too sleepy to argue so she just gets out of the car, carefully because she can’t lose any precious pizza.

“Pizza delivery!” Lux yells out and makes a beeline to the fridge taking out a drink.

“Should you really be drinking more?”

“My knight and shining armor brought me to safety,” she ungracefully rubs a hand across Jack’s face, “so I might as well stay this drunk until I fall asleep.”

Jack jokingly puts a hand on her face and grabs the drink out of her hand, “then let me catch up with you a bit first.”

That’s when Quinn and Luke come into the kitchen, with Jack and Lux awkwardly holding each other’s faces.

“Girls’ night?” Quinn smirks, having been on the other side of that hand many times.

“Oh, I thought Lux was settling for the worst Hughes brother,” Luke laughs and Quinn kicks his shin.

“Lux would be so lucky,” Jack grabs a piece of pizza.

“And there would be a murder-suicide,” Quinn rolls his eyes.

If Lux was sober, she would be able to appreciate the normalcy of this moment.

“Lux can hear you and Lux,” she forgets her point for a moment, ”Lux is drunk and over Hughes brothers. Do the Tkachuks need a new friend? They even have a sister it’d be a better fit.”

“I can put a good word in for you with Brady,” Quinn snickers at the drunken rambling.

Lux grins at him and even through her drunken haze her heart does a little flip, this is what it feels like to be with her Quinn.

“Let’s get you to bed before you really embarrass yourself.”

Jack hooks an arm around her shoulder. Lux is smart enough to know what he’s implying, that’s not her Quinn anymore and she’s inebriated enough to say something she regrets. Jack won’t let that happen on his watch.

“There’s even a guest room with your name on it.”

Jack gives her some clothes to wear and tucks her into her bed.

“I know I’m your favorite Hughes,” he kisses her forehead.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, it’s really embarrassing.”

Lux wakes up an hour later desperately needing to pee, she scrambles out of bed only to realize she’s still heavily under the influence. She tries to wanders the hallway in the dark, pretty sure she’s familiar enough with the layout to find her way.

She’s wrong.

Opening a door she walks into Quinn’s room, who’s just walking out of his ensuite bathroom toweling his hair, naked.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” she slaps a hand over her eyes, “I was looking for the bathroom and this is the one I’ve used the most.”

He lightly chuckles, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“That’s true,” she opens a crack between her fingers and peeks through.

“That wasn’t an invitation to look Lux,” he tinges pink before thumbing towards the open door, “bathroom’s free.”

“Oh right, I’ll be a second then out of your hair.”

When she comes back out, Quinn is sitting on his bed, the side that used to be hers. She can feel hot tears boiling in her eyes and tries to make a quick exit.

She trips over nothing, her faculties still not her own, and finds herself flopping her legs out and leaning against his dresser. Admitting defeat and letting herself cry.

“You okay?” Quinn gets up and takes a seat on the floor next to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“For falling down?”

“No for us. I’m sorry I cut you out and didn’t tell you how I felt and was just a shitty girlfriend.”

“You weren’t a shitty girlfriend.”

He wraps an arm around her shoulder, Lux flinches at the contact before relaxing into the familiar warmth.

“I didn’t know what I wanted and I let get in the way of a good thing,” she kicks her legs like a kid having a tantrum.

“You’re 21, unlike the weirdo Hughes brothers it’s pretty normal to not know what you want Lux.”

He gives her a little squeeze, “I also think us not being in the same city or even country for almost our whole relationship didn’t really help either.”

They sit in silence after that, they’ve always been good at reveling in a quiet moment.

But his hand is so warm on her arm and Lux can’t revel, she can’t hope, she can’t pretend that there’s more to this than just Quinn being nice. And that means fighting her drunken thoughts that are telling her to kiss him or tell him she loves him.

“Samantha seems nice.”

“Yeah?” He looks towards her, trying to hold back a smile as they make eye contact for the first time.

“And it’s nice to see you so happy, I like happy Quinn.”

“I like happy Lux; I have a feeling she hasn’t been around much.”

“No,” she squeaks out, trying to keep the dam of tears together, it doesn’t work for long.

“I’m not dealing with the breakup as well as you.”

“It’s okay,” he pulls her into his chest and lets her cry.

“I’m dealing with it a lot better than I thought I would, and I’m the one who broke up with you,” his voice sounds pinched but Lux doesn’t dare look, “and you’re gonna be okay, I’m not that great.”

Lux gives him a little slap at that comment.

“When you do finally figure out what you want, there’s going to be no stopping you.”

Lux pulls back and kisses the corner of his mouth. There’s no romance in it; it’s a goodbye to what they were.

“I wish we could have worked out, but I guess I’m dodging a bullet by not becoming a Hughes,” she lets out a laugh.

“There’s the Lux, I know,” they’re both grinning like idiots.

He gives her hand one last squeeze as she leaves, hands slowly parting until they’re too far away to touch. It doesn’t fix everything, her heart isn’t completely welded back together, but it’s a start.

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x22

Can't say I feel sorry for Genevieve bc that woman was nasty but Lana just got another thing added to the huge pile of trauma she already had😬

oh hey Lex, so what happened here was-

bunnyyyyy💕

"I had this one last week, really scary. This... guy wearing a red cape." "Wow, that sounds horrible Lois."

I can't do this they're so?????

STOP HAVING EYE SEX IN FRONT OF THE PARENTS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

I'mskSJkslKSL Jonathan's face kills me

Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I just wanted to say thanks for everything. You guys are like the Mom and Dad I've always wanted to have.

Lois bby🥺😭😭

"Lois, we want you to know that you are welcome back here any time."

"Actually-" "We'll all miss you, Lois."

SHUSH Clark, we're having a moment here😭

blushing kicking my feet

"Oh, come on Clark, your future is laid out right in front of you. You're gonna go to community college, major in agriculture, probably minor in law enforcement. And then you and Lana are gonna have a nice little church wedding."

I can't😭

He's such a menace around her it's EVERYTHING

"Even if I could spell, the last thing I'd wanna do is spend my time in a newsroom. With my luck, I'd probably end up across the desk from the most bumbling reporter on the masthead."

OMFGSAHSAJDKHA

so much eye contact I'm going insane

If you hear faint screaming in the distance, that's me I'm losing it

CLARK YOU CAN'T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT I'M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE HERE

i already know I'm going to hit the media upload limit and have to delete stuff, ugh😭

this episode is feeding me so well

my beautiful family😭😭😭 they raised me actually, true story

"Because you have a way of getting things in half the time a normal person gets things done." "And I'm not normal?"

Chloe really didn't do this one on purpose but OUCH😬

Lois with her "the general said/ taught me..."🥹

now tell me why this interaction fills me with so much joy😭

I love them so much it makes me look stupid

CLARK WILL U STOP BLAMING YOURSELF JESUS STOOOOP

✨and then I paused the episode and didn't continue until over a month later, my brain is wired like that I fear✨

Jor El is so unserious I'm sorry, if he wasn't so vague and cryptic all the time a lot of messes could've been avoided🤡

I just imagine the actual Jor El watching this go down in the afterlife and facepalming so hard

Clark is sad = I'm sad, it's the law

Lana giving Clark the stone without even removing the blood first lol

I feel so bad for her😭 I swear whoever made the plot decisions on this show got off on Lana being in pain and I'm getting more and more angry on her behalf.

and that's on good instincts

(I've seen people say that Lana going to Lex instead of Clark after killing Genevieve is further proof that she doesn't trust Clark at all and it's like... how tf was Clark going to help her in this situation???😭 I agree that Lana and Clark have trust issues ad infinitum but in this case she just did the logical thing, come on now)

I have to respect this man for the level of unhinged he's reached, truly

Lois is so cool😩 Once again I am free on Saturday-

"Before you leave this earth I want you to know... you did create the son you always wanted."

Lionel when I get my hands on you

NUH UH JASON YOU TOUCH MARTHA ALL BETS ARE OFF

I need Lex to chill and stop manhandling Lana & Chloe please and thank you💀 He's joining the unhinged club

Martha & Jonathan against Jason?? Yes please I love fights between people without powers or martial arts training

🎶somebody save meeeeeee🎶

the way Chloe pushed Lex against the cave wall was hilarious I'm sorry

Fortress bestie we're almost hereee🥳

:(((((

Lois is sad = I'm sad, again, those are the rules

seeing the only place she ever considered a permanent home getting completely destroyed, IT'S A LOT. This whole episode was a lot.

And let's not even get started on Lana JESUS CHRIST. Smallville writers I think we need to sit down and have a conversation about her because WTF?

I don't even care that the witch plot was wacky and Jason's character arc was really badly executed, this season was so much fun.

[kafus]

"video games rumors" anon here, the type of rumor I'm curious about your opinion on are the kinds of rumors you'd hear in a playground; i.e. something like "If you groundpound the fountain star 2401 times you can unlock Luigi in super mario 64!" or "If you do all of these super convoluted steps in pokemon you can get mewthree!" etc etc, if that's too broad then maybe just playground rumors specific to pokemon.

My original ask was spurred by a video by midnight krick, covering a pokemon iceberg from an alternate universe where the last pokemon games were gold and silver. Do be warned though that the video heads into creepypasta territory, especially near the end.

OHHH okay yes i get you now! sorry maybe that was obvious before but i felt like there were multiple directions that ask could have gone lmao

i am old enough to have experienced a good chunk of video game rumors firsthand, though not to the extent of proper 90s kids - i kinda got the tail end of it i think? and most of the rumors i heard were strongly proliferated through the internet, like the experience of seeing one of those fake Mewthree videos during pokemon gen 3 on really early youtube when i was too young to understand how those videos were made and couldn't tell the difference between romhacks and reality yknow. while i heard about rumors outside of pokemon (i was fascinated by some animal crossing ones back in the day because i had a brief stint with wild world for instance) i have to admit i've been This Autistic about pokemon since i was little and most of them... were pokemon rumors lol

eventually around age 9 i found out that most of the rumors i had seen floating around were edited images or romhack videos and i actually got into really early romhacking at that age... and made my own fake pokemon rumor video and uploaded it to youtube and everything, but i felt so guilty immediately after uploading it that i took it down. which i regret now because i genuinely think it may have gotten a couple people to fall for it. here's a reupload of it, i rescued it from my mom's ancient PC:

i'm kind of enamored with this thing i made because even at the age of 9 i tried to make it thinly believable and intriguing - lugia was only available in gen 3 through events or xd gale of darkness, so it was a pokemon people would want but couldn't find, however not a mythical or a made up fakemon. the three kanto birds being a requirement ties into the 2nd movie, but since they're in kanto and not hoenn it becomes infinitely harder to test and disprove this, not just because of the level requirement but because of the need to trade them over. i was really thinking about it i guess lmao. of course the audio glitch making the cave and lugia battle silent hurts the believability.

unfortunately there's no "unregistered hypercam 2" in the corner cause i used some other software... i think it was called camstudio? idk i might be wrong and i'm too lazy to look it up rn. anyway sorry for going on about that so long this ask just made me think of it and i wanted to talk about it lol

@ the second bit of your message, i have not seen that video in my suggestions and now i'm probably gonna watch it later, ty! i appreciate the warning but let it be known that i love pokemon creepypastas, i met my qpp and my closest friends through pokepastas, a certain pokepasta character when searched on google has like three pieces of my art near the top lmao - point is i'm REALLY desensitized and instead of being offput that actually makes me want to watch it more, i unironically love that shit to this day

[bigherosevensilversamurai]

Here’s a full body drawing of Jazmin, a.k.a. the silver samurai in her normal clothes and a brief description

Jazmin is a 14-year-old art prodigy who goes to SFAU She meets Hero and his friends during a school tour by the professor, when both of their schools have financial problems and are forced to combine, as the Dean (who is really a celebrity known as Justin, who was the leader of a boy band in the 90s-80s and now is solo celebrity and secretly the Dean of a school that he was gifted by one of his old boy band friend as a joke)of the school is giving a tour to big hero 6 they stop in the art department to introduce their own 14-year-old prodigy while she was at work painting, she throws a bucket of glitter onto a caves, revealing a beautiful portrait of a scientist to show school camaraderie as she turned around and let her hair down, glitter star falling from the air all around her Hiro instantly start having a crush on her and she with him when they first lay eyes on each other, but little do they know about their secret identity with Hiro and his friends being superheroes and her being the newest villain in town (even though she’s being forced against her will and it’s looking for a way out hopefully big hero six can help her escape a life of crime) she joins the group on their tour around the school and introduce her own group of friends in every department. There’s Joe the popstar bad boy who was the leader of his and his brother‘s boy band in the performing art music department who is going to school after the band broke up and is now studying directing and there’s also Austin the Australian(and yes, he knows how that sounds but there’s actually a romantic story to his name), he loves learning about history but also wants to be a professional comedian and actually works at a stand-up club and he also has a nac for playing pianos and singing then there’s Lucy from Chicago (she was actually raised in Barbados but born in Chicago and came back during middle school, where her and her sister and her parents work at the family bodega) and her cute but fciteierce and convenient fashion but she also loves to sing only if she can get over her stage fright and finally but not lest a redheaded New Yorker who is also the deans daughter Anne she is a ballerina dancer she’s been dancing since she was five when her dad would go and take her to practice his stage dancing for music videos and concerts. She stared taking ballet classes when she 6 and when she was 12 moved to Paris with her mom and attended a prestigious dance school for ballerinas and move back to New York with her dad to attend high school (PS her parents aren’t divorced. They are still very much in love their work just keeps them apart for long periods of time)she works as a ballerina in San Francisco ballet house, and also as a background dancer, not just for her dad or Joe music video but for other celebrities as well

OK everyone I think I got carried away with the other characters background, but don’t worry there’s more to come to learn about Jazmin and her situation. In the meantime I hope you enjoy her friends and I will be coming out soon with their portraits to but until then like and tell me what you think, thanks 😄😄



[lucky-clover-gazette]

and they were hallmates (oh my god they were hallmates)

modern college au • 3153 words • general audiences

this is my first entry for the 2022 @fsadventanthology! look out for another fic of mine on the 6th, as well as art and writing from the fandom throughout the month of december. a special thank you to @vagueandominousvibes for organizing this event, and to @kaenith for giving shadow’s emotional support bearded dragon her name.

read it on ao3 or under the cut:

So maybe they won’t be home for Christmas. 

It’s 11:00 P.M. and the remaining residents of Hyrule Hall have gathered in the common basement, still recovering from final exams. It’s a nice space, much larger than their doubled-up rooms, with several questionably stained couches, a broken pool table, and a monitor someone brought for multiplayer gaming. There technically is heating in the building, but residents still often end up in the basement to conserve warmth once the snow begins to fall. 

 “Any updates?” asks Blue, who spreads out on the least questionable couch and hugs a pillow against his chest. It says LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE in sequined letters, the exact kind of tasteless dorm decoration a student would leave behind. 

Green shifts under the blanket he shares with Zelda, raising his phone so they both can read. Zelda shakes her head at Blue, who’s already fidgeting with the pillow’s sequins. 

“Sorry. At least a foot anticipated, still.”

“Dammit.”

“The forecast could still be wrong,” Red says, turning away from Stardew Valley on the communal gaming monitor. “It’s been wrong before!” 

Blue rolls his eyes. “I should call my parents.” 

He dials his mom’s number but pauses before pressing the call button, staring suspiciously around his circle of friends. “Please don’t be weird.” 

Everyone turns to Vio and Shadow, who share the basement’s only decent piece of furniture. It showed up about a month ago, on a night Shadow and Vio told their friends they were out late studying, and looks oddly similar to the armchairs in the student hub. Shadow grins from his spot on the armrest, glad to be recognized, and nudges Vio, who reads in the seat. “What,” Vio says without looking up. 

“Blue wants to make sure you’re not gonna say anything weird while he’s on the phone with his mom.”

Vio scoffs. “I don’t think I’m the one he’s concerned about” 

Shadow shrugs, turns back to Blue, and zips his lips. He then zips the much tinier lips of his emotional support bearded dragon, Skirrsa, who perches on his shoulder. 

Blue sighs and makes the call. He scowls at the dial tone—one ring, two rings…

“Hi Mom,” he says, already blushing. “Are you guys still planning to drive up tomorrow?”

The others can’t make out the response, but from Blue’s grim expression they can guess. “I mean, the forecast isn’t looking good. It could be dangerous. I don’t think you understand what snow is like here.” 

“Aren’t you from, like, a state away?” Shadow asks, staring down at his chipped black nails. Vio swats his shoulder without breaking concentration. 

“Just keep an eye on it, okay?” Blue says into the phone. “If flights and stuff start getting canceled, you shouldn’t be on the road. Love you. Bye.” 

Blue hangs up and scans his friends’ faces, wordlessly daring them to make fun of him. 

“Give me your phone,” Red says, reaching out his hand. “You’re driving yourself crazy, let me—”

“Your health is low!” Green interrupts, pointing at the gaming monitor. “Did you seriously not bring any healing items into the caves?” 

“Ah, sorry,” Red stammers as he turns back to the screen. “Someone else please take Blue’s phone while I—oh, well, never mind. I’m dead.”

Blue hands his phone over to Red, who places it upside-down on the floor beside him. 

“Didn’t think you’d give it up so easy,” Green teases Blue, followed immediately by a simultaneous “that’s what she said” from Shadow and Zelda. Vio swats Shadow again. 

“You know, you’re lucky,” Blue tells Vio, who reluctantly lowers his copy of No Exit.

“And why is that?” 

“You’re taking the train. That’ll run regardless of weather.” 

“Yeah,” Vio scoffs, “for nine hours. And then I have to take another train from New York City to a station in the suburbs, where my parents still have to drive across state borders to pick me up.”

“Glad I’m not you,” Shadow says. “Nine hours with nothing to do would actually kill me.” 

“As would a flight in a blizzard.”

Skirrsa hops off Shadow’s shoulder and lands in Vio’s lap. “Oh god Shadow, what do I do, what if it—stop laughing!” 

“You’ll be fine,” Red says, gaze still fixed on the screen. 

Shadow grins. “If the pre-vet says it’s fine, then it’s probably fine.” 

“It’s your pet!”  

“She’s an emotional support animal, Vio, you know we’re not allowed to have pets in the dorms.”

“Whatever she is, can you please just… Shadow!” 

Shadow laughs as he removes a very confused Skirrsa from Vio’s lap, petting her with two fingers on the side of her face. “There, there. Poor baby.” 

“The lizard looks just fine to me,” Zelda observes. 

“Wasn’t talking to her,” Shadow says with a smirk. Vio scowls but remains seated nonetheless. 

Green groans. “Red, if you die in the mines one more time I’m undocking your Switch.” 

“Please don’t!” 

“What sword are you using.” 

“Uh, the rusty one I found in a chest?”

“Ohhhhhh my—”

“Okay!” Zelda interrupts, removing herself from the blanket huddle. “We are clearly all bored and restless. Let’s actually do something. We won’t be back here until the end of January, let’s spend some quality Hyrule Hall time together!” 

“I’m down if y’all are,” Shadow says. 

“Y’all,” Vio repeats under his breath. 

“If you want the charming Southern accent, darlin’, you have to accept the vernacular.”

“So what should we play?” Blue asks the group, pointedly ignoring Shadow and Vio’s usual bullshit. “Truth or dare?” 

It’s a joke, really, but to Blue’s horror his friends seem to actually consider it. 

“Fine by me,” Zelda says as Green nods. Red gives a thumbs up, Shadow’s answer is assumed, and Vio…

“Nothing leaves this basement,” he mutters, already fidgeting with the purple scrunchie on his wrist. 

“Great,” Zelda says, clasping her hands together. “Green, make room in the blankie pile, I’m cold.” 

“Well excuuuuuse me, Princess, you’re the one who stood up.” 

“I think better on my feet.” 

She rejoins her high school sweetheart and kisses him on the cheek. Everyone groans, except for Red who keeps his eyes on the screen. He sends his farmer to bed, pauses the game, and turns to the group. “Who’s going first, then?��� 

“Not it,” Vio, Green, and Blue say in unison. 

Shadow shrugs. “Truth or dare, Red?” 

“Oh, that backfired. Uh, truth? No, dare, actually. Dare.” 

“You positive?” 

“Yes. Absolutely.” 

“Great,” Shadow says with a coy grin. “I dare you to text something spicy to a random person in Blue’s contacts, and then say the message was meant for someone else.” 

“Jesus Christ, Shadow!” Blue exclaims, while Vio quietly chuckles. 

“Define spicy,” Red says, picking up the phone. Blue gawks. 

“Red, you’re seriously not going to—” 

“Rules of the game, friend, I’m just playing it.”

“Wait, Red,” Green says, “how do you know Blue’s passcode?” 

“We’re roommates,” Red shrugs. “And we always order pizza from his phone so we can pool rewards points.” 

“Goddamn free cheesy bread,” Blue mutters under his breath.

Red opens up Blue’s contacts, closes his eyes, and scrolls. He points at a random name and grins at what he sees. “Hey dare-giver, define spicy.” 

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “You want the ace answer or the normie answer?” 

“Forget it, you’re no help.” 

Red taps something onto the screen, reads it over, and then passes the phone to Shadow. Shadow smirks and hands it back. “Looks good to me.” 

Blue grits his teeth as Red hits send, and a second later Green’s phone vibrates. He reads the message and turns to Red, impressed. “Wow. If I wasn’t already with Zelda, I would consider taking you up on that offer.” 

Red winks and Blue sighs with relief.

“Truth or Dare, Green?” Red asks as he places Blue’s phone face-down again. 

“Truth.” 

“Did you ever date anyone before Zelda?”

“I had crushes before we got together, like, in middle school,” Green admits, “but we started dating when we were fourteen, and that’s pretty much been it.” 

“I wasn’t even out when I was fourteen,” Vio blurts, causing Shadow to perk up by his side. 

“Zelda,” Green says fondly, “truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” says Zelda, “within reason, please.” 

“I dare you to kiss Shadow’s bearded dragon. As long as that’s okay with her, of course. And Red clears it.”

“Weird, but not unethical,” Red says with a thumbs-up. “Just don’t use tongue.” 

“You’re really letting loose tonight,” Shadow praises Red, and then turns to Green. “I don’t think she’d mind a little forehead kiss.” 

Zelda nods and stands, making her way over to the armchair. She leans down and gives Skirrsa a tiny smooch, barely grazing her scales. 

“Now me,” Green says, eliciting another collective groan from the room. 

Zelda returns to the blanket, grants Green his kiss, and turns to Vio. He catches on immediately with a sigh. 

“Truth. Also within reason.” 

“Coward,” Shadow teases, getting a little closer as he shifts on the arm of the chair. Vio does not appear to mind this.

“Hmmm… what’s the most embarrassing book you’ve ever voluntarily read?” 

Blush fills Vio’s cheeks so fast he could win a prize. “I don’t know,” he stalls, “I read a lot of books. “Does… does fanfiction count?”

Zelda raises an eyebrow. “Do you want it to count?” 

“God, no.” 

“Then you can stick to books.” 

“I’ll go with Twilight,” Vio says. “All of them. Multiple times.” 

His admission receives a lukewarm response. Shadow even shrugs. “Vampires are hot. I get it.” 

“They are objectively garbage books.”

“Objective garbage you looooove.” 

“Truth or dare, idiot?” 

“Dare, of course.” 

Vio and Shadow maintain intense eye contact while the others exchange tired glances. This has been going on for several months, ever since they all met during orientation. Green is just thankful Shadow was assigned to room with him, while Vio has his own single due to a vaguely-mentioned anxiety disorder. If Vio and Shadow actually lived together, they would probably forget the world outside their room even existed. 

Vio takes his time to formulate a dare, obviously pleased to have this power over Shadow. After a moment he smiles, and begins to lay out his demands: “Shotgun an entire can of root beer—” 

“Lame, I’d do that for breakfast.” 

“—and then run outside, write ‘VIO IS MY GOD’ on the nearest car’s iced-over window, take a selfie with flash in front of the clearly legible window, and post the selfie captionless on every social media you have.”

Shadow gawks at the request.  “What does shotgunning the root beer have to do with that?” 

“Nothing, I just think you look silly when you do it.” 

Shadow groans, removes himself from the arm of the chair, and hands Skirrsa to Red. 

“Root beer’s in my minifridge,” Vio says helpfully, crossing his legs and resting his arm where Shadow had been perched. “You’ll need my ID, darling.” 

He tosses the keycard to Shadow, who looks like he’s about to rip the thing in half. It’s not the dare itself that pisses him off, but the way Vio stares him down, so smug and annoying and hotter than he has any right to be— 

“Be right back,” Shadow says, turning on his heel towards the stairs.

Silence hangs in the air as the five await Shadow’s return. Red takes the opportunity to pass Blue his phone, allowing him to check the weather again. 

“Hey!” Blue exclaims. “That’s… wow!” 

“Good news?” Green and Zelda ask in unison. 

“It’s going to warm up a bit in the morning, and precipitation is estimated to stop around 4 A.M. Roads and airspace should be totally fine.” 

“That’s really great,” Red beams. “I told you it’d work out!” 

Green frowns, something occurring to him. “Hey, Red? Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” 

“How are you getting home for break?” 

Red’s face falls. He opens his mouth to answer, but immediately closes it at the sound of Shadow’s heavy Doc Martens on the stairs. “Check Insta, asshole,” Shadow says as he crosses the room, swatting Vio off the armrest and dropping a crushed can into his lap. He notices Red stroking Skirrsa, obviously in need of some emotional support, and lets him keep her for the time being. “What’d I miss?” 

“Storm’s canceled,” Blue says bluntly. “You should be good to fly home.” 

“Amazing,” Shadow says, looking over Vio’s shoulder as he checks the post. Vio nods, confirming the completion of his dare. 

“What’s next?” Shadow asks. “Round two?” 

“Red was actually about to answer a bonus question,” Blue says, looking hesitantly at his friend. “If it’s okay, that is.” 

“Yeah, no pressure,” Green agrees, and Zelda nods. 

“I’m… actually staying here over the break,” Red admits, unable to meet even Blue’s eyes. “Home just isn’t the best environment for me right now. The school lets people stay in the dorms if they’re special cases, so I asked, and they said I could. Sorry I didn’t tell you guys anything sooner. I just didn’t want you to feel bad for me.” 

Blue gets to his feet, crosses over to Red, and envelopes him in a hug. They are, of course,  both very careful with the bearded dragon between them.

“It’s good that you’re doing what’s best for you,” Vio says from the armchair. “But it sucks that you have to be here alone,” Shadow finishes his thought. 

“You know,” Blue says, pulling away with a smile, “you could always come home with me. My moms are driving, no ticket purchase necessary. There’s a guest room. You’d like the dogs and I’m sure they’d like you too. We could even start that co-op farm you’ve been talking about, since we won’t have exams or anything.” 

It should be a more private moment than it is, but then again it’s midnight and it’s college and nothing leaves this basement anyway. 

“Are you sure?” Red asks, eyes wide. “I can pay for my own food, and gas, and—” 

“Stop,” Blue cuts him off. “I’m sure. You don’t have to say yes, of course, but the offer is open.” 

Red doesn’t need long to consider. “I think I’d like that.”

“Me too. Now show me how to play your game.” 

The room settles into a contended silence as the snowfall outside dwindles. Red returns Skirrsa to Shadow, while Vio does his best to not flinch as the lizard changes hands in his physical proximity. 

Green breaks the silence with a loud yawn. “Well,” he says, “it sounds like we’re driving tomorrow after all.” He stands and offers Zelda a hand, which she graciously accepts. “Shadow, is it okay if Zelda crashes in our room tonight?”

“Fine by me,” Shadow shrugs, “as long as she’s in your bed and not mine.” 

And it seems settled, that the Hyrule Hall six will finally retire to their rooms for the night, until Vio tugs on Shadow’s sleeve. “Actually, wait. You could… if you wanted, I mean… since we won’t be seeing each other for a month—”

“Oh my fucking god, it’s finally happening,” Blue says at full volume, because oh my fucking god, it’s finally happening. 

Vio doesn’t seem to hear him, though, as he desperately struggles to hold his nerve. “Sleepover is such a childish word, but—” 

“Of course I’ll sleep over,” Shadow says, placing his hand over Vio’s. “Although unfortunately, Skirrsa will have to stay in my room with her heat lamp. I’m sure you’ll miss her dearly.” 

Vio gives him a relieved smile. “I think I can live with that, as long as I get to be with you.” 

And as an act of mercy, a collective holiday gift from the friend group, not a single person makes fun of his earnest admission. Shadow, of course, is too busy being stunned to tease Vio himself—and with the blush he’s sporting, Vio looks like he’s about to become the new Red. 

“Well, I should probably call my moms with the good news,” Blue says, following Green and Zelda’s lead. Red grabs his Switch from the dock and nods in agreement. “And I should pack! Good night, everyone!”

“Night, y’all,” Shadow says with a yawn, waving to the four as they head for the stairs. “See you tomorrow morning.” 

Shadow and Vio share their stolen armchair as midnight strikes, only a few inches and a reptile between them. 

“We’ve been real stupid, haven’t we,” Shadow says slowly, glancing down at the rainbow bracelet on Vio’s wrist. He only started wearing it a week ago, after snagging it from the campus pride center’s table by the dining hall. Shadow had taken two bracelets of his own, as well—one blue, yellow, and pink, and the other purple, grey, and black. Vio definitely knows what the latter means, and yet he still wants him in his bed. 

Not to be sappy, but it’s the best holiday gift Shadow could have possibly received. 

And Vio, who only left the closet his senior year of high school, who got a crush on the first guy he met during orientation, who isn’t quite sure how he feels beyond liking Shadow and wanting to kiss him a whole lot, is nothing short of joyful on this moderately snowy night. 

“We’ll figure it out,” Vio says, taking Shadow’s hand with intention. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.” 

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

“Okay, now you’re just bullshitting me.” 

“Maybe. Yee-haw.” 

“Please don’t ruin our first kiss by preceding it with ‘yee-haw’.”

“Our what?”

Vio raises an eyebrow until Shadow understands. It’s awkward, uncertain, built up by months of tension and banter and words unsaid. The kiss ends but they keep their foreheads touched, unwilling and unable to widen the space between them. 

“Boy howdy,” Shadow remarks, and Vio’s groan is music to his ears. After break, he looks forward to hearing it as often as he can. 

“It’s late,” Vio says, glancing down at his phone. “Let’s go to bed.” 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep,” Shadow admits. “I feel like there’s so much we need to talk about. Also, you made me drink an entire can of root beer.” 

“That’s okay. I can rest on the train, you can rest on your flight.”

“You’re so smart… and kind of evil for the root beer thing.” 

“Like you wouldn’t have dared me to do something equally outrageous.” 

“Well,” Shadow says with a smirk, “I can think of a few things.”

Vio smiles back and stands, offering Shadow his hand. After months of hesitation, Shadow finally takes it. 

The holidays are a special time of year, and both Vio and Shadow look forward to visiting home. They’ll get some much-needed rest, spend quality time with their families, and undoubtedly text each other all break long. But there’s another home for them now, all six of them, and it’s right here in the basement of Hyrule Hall. 

So maybe they’ll be home for Christmas, after all… but January can’t come soon enough. 

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Note #1: 

Southern Shadow is a direct reference to the fan translation of the manga, in which Shadow repeatedly says “y’all.” As a Northerner I originally poked fun at this, but decided to embrace it in this fic. You can assume that the gang’s college is based in New England, perhaps the snowy state of Vermont, hypothetically inspired by personal experience. 

Note #2:

Vio is reading a book called No Exit, which could actually be one of two books called No Exit that I adore. The first is No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre, a French existentialist play about three characters whose purgatory is to annoy each other for eternity. The second is No Exit by Taylor Adams, one of my favorite books of all time, a fast-paced thriller about an idiot (affectionate) college student snowed in at a rest stop with a dangerous criminal. I don’t know which No Exit Vio is reading in the fic, but I do know they’re both worth checking out. 

[cheemken]

Already crying over Geeta and Arven, you already know I love the whole idea of the villain taking in the hero’s child. God he will just be devastated and untrusting of the AI professors. Probably demanding the truth from Geeta once they get back

Another thing I wanted to ask, you said you know a little bit about ATLA from the few scenes you’ve watched, so you should know about the four elements

Which elements do you think the Champions would bend if they were benders? Or do you think some would be born as non-benders?

Pfft dope right uvo

No fr, Arven would probs go home to Geeta crying his heart out, almost yelling at her but at the same time he just wants to run to her and let her comfort him and tell him it's going to be okay. That she's the one telling the truth. Right? Yeah, of course, Geeta has been nothing but kind to him, and Geeta took care of him, and she's like a mom to him now yknow. Geeta taught him everything he knows, even supported him in his passion for cooking, and even got him to meet his friends. And he looks up to her, tears still in his eyes, his words were caught in his throat, but Geeta knew exactly what to say.

She pulls him close, gives him the comfort that he needs, and quietly says "your parents had always been so paranoid.. they didn't trust me nor any of our friends.. perhaps before they died, they created those versions of themselves, so if anyone were to find them, they could tell them what happened." Then she pulls away, looks at him straight in the eyes, "but what they told you were lies. Their pride wouldn't let them admit they're the ones in the wrong." And ofc Arven believed her, and ofc it broke him even more that even beyond the grave his parents never really cared for him. And he let Geeta hug him, and it reminded him of his first night staying w her

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As for the other ask, ah, air earth fire and water?? Did I get that right? Hahah

I've heard there's like,, lightning and metal and such, but idk much abt it so I'm just sticking w the first four hahah

Lance - Fire. Like, idk, I was going for air bc yeah he's like a Flying type trainer more than a dragon, but he has that vibes that he would bend fire hahah

Steven - Earth. Idk it'd fit him maybe hahah like his interest in stones and such and bending the earth around him would make it easier for him to navigate in caves and such

Wallace - Water. I yeah this one's a given hahahah

Cynthia - Earth. Tho Air also works hahah. Earth for the same reason as Steven, since that would be handy for her exploring caves and ruins too, plus her ace Mon is half ground type. But air also kinda works mainly bc she gives off the vibes hahaha

Iris - Air. The,, vibes. Hahaha. Idk, like, the main charac, Aang, she has that vibes, so ofc me being me just goes "oh, yeah, he's like Iris" plus it'd be dope if she's the only air bender amongst them and no one could really teach her much abt her own nation's bending art or smth so whenever she air bends the way she moves are similar to the other nations bending style and such (pfft imagine if she's the avatar in this too hahah)

Diantha - Fire. Solely for the fact that in my hcs she's terrified of fire since ofc her skin got burnt, and in this she can control fire (tho I also wanna add she doesn't ever use?? It?? Like she doesn't ever fire bend much bc the last time she did she panicked and accidentally burnt someone else, since then she stopped and people believed she's a non bender)

Hau - Water. Again, the vibes, it'd be cool to see him water bend tho, like him and Iris just training w each other and teaching each other what they know while the others are busy, and if we do go w avatar Iris concept imagine if that's how Iris learned how to water bend, all thanks to Hau. Idk it'd be cute if these two bonded and such and water being the first other element Iris learns bc of him hahah

Leon - ouughhh Earth or Fire. But I'm leaning more towards Fire bc of Zard hahah. But I also wanna say he doesn't ever use it much like Dia too, bc he knows people are kinda afraid of fire benders

Geeta - Earth. Again it's the vibes cbdndn tho I also wanna say the doesn't ever use it much, no angsty reason, for her it's just tiring and it takes a lot outta her, she'd only ever earth bend if the situation calls for it, any other day she'd probs just fight enemies head on hahaha

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 rewatch 2023 ep 1.6

His Sister's Keeper.

I do not know how I got behind again but I got behind again. I think it's because I need to start by a certain time and if I'm still working by then, then it doesn't happen. anyway I don't think I have time for a double feature, but it's possible. Stay tuned.

Let's get started with Bellamy's backstory, the fallout of Raven's arrival and the culling and Octavia's meet cute with Lincoln

Ohhh. Baby Bellamy. REALLY baby bellamy. Ittle bitty baby. And his mom giving birth to O. Damn. Aurora catches her own baby and then promptly passes out. B names Octavia. Sweet family moment. Now she gives him the responsibility for his sister. Yes parentification of a child, but the reality of life in poor desperate families is this.

Back to real time and Bellamy is searching for Octaivia. Now we understand his attachment to his sister. He finds Clarke to find her. "She's probably chasing butterflies." That is not the O WE know now after all this time. Chasing butterflies. I wish she could have stayed that girl.

Oh here she is, in an old subway tunnel it looks like. TBH it looks like the set where Roan took Clarke and Bellamy caught up with them. But who knows. Probably, actually.

She's terrified of Lincoln and he's.... cauterizing her wound. Looks like torture. Isn't.

Bellamy is setting up a search party "arm up. We're not coming back without her." Jasper wants to go even though he's scared. Good for him. Bellamy calls Finn as tracker. But Raven is cutting his hair. Too bad. He loses all his attractiveness with his hair. And he doesn't tell her about Clarke.

He tells Clarke "we should talk about this." Clarke is like nope. "I care about raven, but you and me, we started something."

I'ts nothing we can't stop." Clarke is not at all interested.

"Are you sure? Because I'm not." Creep.

Uh oh They see the falling stars. And raven calls it. It's not a meteor shower. It's a funeral. Hundreds of bodies being returned to the earth. Honestly very sad and Raven is mad at Bellamy. "And now he has to live with it." Focused on O because that's easier maybe. We know it hits him hard for a long time.

Raven needs a parts depot for a radio to talk to the Ark. Clarke remembers the Art Supply store and backs out of the O search to go with Raven.

Raven is like, why is Finn not being romantic with me after we just reunited. and Clarke is taking her to the bunker being all self sacrificing. Listen. I already said. PRINCESS. MECHANIC. Much better short term relationship than ANY available to either of you two. Y'all are a power couple.

O in the cave. Mice squeaking. lol. She sees a hole and breaks the bar over it, falling down and whimpering. SHe certainly gets a lot tougher in the future.

John finds O's ribbon and B sends a rope over the edge... not his last cliff diving expedition. Aw. Jasper is next. Blood. ohno. Finn is third. Finn the tracker identifies deeper prints. "He's carrying her." So much mystery. Now it's nothing because we know who it is.

O trying to escape. Digging through the walls? Yes digging through the walls. I remember this. It very much seemed like a rebirth of O. Through the birth canal of the earth out into the world. A new life. Symbolic.

Creepy skeletons. Grounder warnings. Bellamy goes anyway. Jasper says "I'd walk into hell to find her." Total crush on O

Teen baby Bellamy giving baby O pony rides. "Mom tell us how you're never surprised by surprise inspection." Now they put her under the floor. I forgot about that. O really hates it. Aurora tells us that fear is a demon and you have to slay it.

Ew creepy guard. Aurora returns the uniform. He grabs her ass while she asks for Bellamy's guard recommendation. He's hiding O's tassel with his foot but the guard demands he come. So he knocks the sewing kit over. And the guard tells Aurora to come to his quarters later to get the rec. Great. Perv.

O is squiriming through a tiny tunnel into the open. I told you. Birth canal. She's born again, not afraid.

Clarke and Raven "hurry up and save the world. You're just like your mom. Abby's a badass." "mother of the year." Raven talking about her mom who traded in her rations for moonshine and saying the boy next door saved her life. Finn He's her family. What a dick. Sorry Raven you had such a crappy lot.

Finn loses O's trail. John #1 gets swiped into the trees. Dead. That's what you get for being a weasel. I've forgotten the names of all my minor delinquents.

Raven finds a radio operated car. Sweet. AND the little metal two headed deer he made Clarke. Not so sweet. Clarke makes up a story. Raven is too sharp for the bullshit.

The delinquents are being herded. Bellamy. "I'm sick of running anyway" Yikes. One guy gets like idk what trebucheted or something. Roma is running like a chicken who is about to get a blade in her skull.

O is there too but Lincoln picks her up and hides her behind a tree to avoid the hunters. Oops i was wrong. Roma is spitted through the chest with a spear like Jasper. But she doesn't make it.

Flashback. Baby O but teenager now. Bellamy is going to take her to the masquerade dance. Aw the smile. First time out of the quarters? Yes. Lots of solar flares to show us how dreamy it is. She sees the earth from above for the first time.

Jasper in his goggles. He sees O. "Another girl who won't notice us."

Cut to her following Lincoln. She needs to rest. So he picks her up bridal style. She tries to talk to him. He's pretending he can't speak English. Another cave. Now he's locking her up and she's panicking. The worst. Girl under the floor chained in a hole under the ground.

They find dead Roma. B closes her eyes and clenches his jaw. She only came because of me.

Jasper starts yelling for the grounders to get it over with. AND there's the poison gas horn. They run away. Thanks Lincoln. They learn that trick later.

Back to the masquerade. UH OH. Solar flare alert on the starboard side of the ark. All citizens must report to the nearest shelter. They have shelters? Shumway comes in. B is creating a distraction except O doesn't know how to get home. B begs Shumway to let her go. "I'll do anything you want. Anything." Like his mom, is what I've always thought. But later it turns out he wants him to assassinate Jaha.

Our buds are hiding from acid fog in a tent but theres no fog. they track Lincoln.

Raven confronts Clarke about the necklace. Yes. She was screwing your boyfriend as you were risking your ass to come down there. R can be mean. Poor Clarke. "Do you think I wanted this/ I didn't even know you existed."

That's FINN's fault. "he coulda waited more than ten days." Yup.

Do you love him?

I hardly know him. It's not Clarke's fault and R knows it. It's Finn.

O bashes LIncoln in the head with a rock and grabs the key and IN COMES BELLAMY. Monroe. That's her name. My memory is crap. She was always one of Bellamy's soldiers.

Janitor Bellamy in empty quarters. Shumway calls in his desire to protect his sister. Drop ship. The 100 including O. Shumway will get him a seat on the dropship. It's doubtful those kids will survive but if you're there, at least she won't be alone. Kill the chancellor." Ooh he puts the gun to Shumway's head. "Kill me and O goes alone and you're floated like your mother. 20 minutes. we have to leave right now."

Finn sees the foghorn on Lincoln and makes the connection but Lincoln wakes and stabs Finn. Jasper knocks Lincoln out ! They come back to camp calling for Clarke to save Finn. She says she needs her mother and tells Raven to fix it.

Bellamy is mad that O protected Lincoln, she says he saved her life. B says no I saved your life. And then she gets so mean to B. Blames him for Finn getting stabbed, the delinquents killed, mom getting floated. herself getting caught. YIKES.

"My life ended the day you were born," Bellamy says. They don't pull their punches do they?

He chases everyone inside at the gates and sees the big storm clouds. "Storms coming."

A good solid episode. About personal relationships. The blakes. The Raven Finn Clarke love triangle. Even some Jasper and his fears and motivation in there. The flashbacks to baby bellamy and O humanize Bellamy and BOOM he's no longer the villain. It was fading before but here it's completed. Still morally gray but not a villain. We see his motivation and everything starts to be put in a different perspective.

The back and forth between the ark backstory and the hunt for missing Octavia is a great structure, giving us the sweet family story that turns into a kind of nightmare, contrasted with the nightmare on earth witht he hunting grounders and dying delinquents with hints that Lincoln is NOT the nightmare but is actually good. He saves O, he heals her leg. He hides her from the hunters. He blows the fog horn. He doesn't kill B when O tells him that's her brother.

Rising tension with Raven and Clarke. The need to reach the ark intensifies when Finn is stabbed and Clarke needs to talk wiht her mom, a real doctor. Then we see the sweet childhood story of B and O coming apart at the seams as she blames him for EVERY BAD THING IN THE WORLD and he tells her that her life ended his. Now add in the oncoming storm.

Phew.

[yourmomsandy]

Pointing at things as I see them:

The art market diss track part 1

-nobody is safe.

💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

Let me paint you a picture. You are an arts student:

Hahahahah what a dumbass 🤡. This was your first mistake 🤣. You should have done something else with your life like your dad told you to.

What do we do now that we are already here, though? Will all of us be broke? I know many struggling artists, but I also see many rich ones in gallery openings and online. Which of us will be which? Today we are talking about money moves.

*sniff* *sniff*...what's that smell? Do I smell a POOR?????

Let's start with the simple stuff:

Are you a painter?

Do you work with sculpture?

Potery?

Printing?

Drawing?

(Any other traditional medium ?)

If you said all of the above or any one of them, then congradulations!! You are very easy to SELL. Your work will forever be stuck to sales because the very medium you use was birthed via some sort of exchange. Maybe you could connect back to neolithic cave paintings, but let's be real. Painting/ sculpture/ other traditions as we know them today began with commission work. Face the music 🙈.

If you do anything else, then don't worry. You can also SELL. Capitalism is very clever, and we have found ways to sell even the most untraditional mediums! EVERYONE CAN BE A SELL OUT!!! You, me , your mom, your uncle Steve, talkative bus Jen.

That's right! Performance people, "new media" people, ""digital"" hommies, land art lovers, conceptual hotties. Don't you dare think you have escaped the pits of money laundering just because you decided to be different halfway through your degree.

RELAX

Your art, too, will be part of a tax evasion tactic.

I know some of you may be shocked or distraught by this realisation but it is fundamental you strip these flawed self notions of highness before we continue.

Leave it in the clothing hanger by the door please.

...

So much lighter right?

Ok.

Let's dig in >:)

If there is one thing art does well, it is selling. It is the key concern nowadays. Before even fully defining itself, art is quick to sell. Why is that?

If surviving off of selling my art alone means chaining the work to the market (whichever one you pick), then should I choose not to be successful? -Assuming I have the choise. HA. I'm really whipping out the comedy show today.

QUICK, google if it's too late to turn back now and become a painter whose work doesn't address anything but pleases the eye . Call it "painting about painting" or the term I coined "visual pornography." I WANNA SELL. I TAKE IT ALL BACK.

Just kidding.............

Lately, I have paid CLOSE attention to this trend. A lot of art is looking to sell. Previous dissociations of art from the market have been undone, if they ever existed to begin with. All art is in the market no matter what Marina Abramovic may tell you. Artists with a "career" or looking to get one may not be selling in the same places, but they sell nonetheless.

Some sell paintings,

Some get grants,

Some auctions,

Some have private investors (this is very real just go to london for a weekend)

Some apply to residencies, competitions, etc

Join any art group, and you will see that this will be the hot topic. Going through ways of income. "Opportunities."

Is there really any difference between selling out to a commercial gallery or selling out in the art market or selling out for an arts grant application? OR selling out to a museum??

Do you remember when NFTS happened and people shat on them. The same artists that did were selling at Sotheby's. They were just trying to pull focus, you dummie 😜. Don't get me wrong, they were horrible, but it's FUNNY, to say the least. Hearing oil painters talking about the ecological impact of NFTS. QUICK, where does your oil rEAlLy go ????

Are you showing at (insert big gallery)? Oh, ok...........

Right.

The NFT moment only revealed how much people were focused on them dolla billz.

*Megan Thee Stallion* Ah 👅

🤑🤑🤑 Artists who never touched the digital because they fetishized the analogue (and feared anything that didn't allign with historically defined mediums) were suddenly morphing into middle-aged reddit tech bros. The Marina nfts were... something. Not necessarily within this category of profiles, but I am writing it down so you know I have not forgotten.

I always looked at the academic scene as the contrasting force to this issue. See? I am bad, too. Booboo, the fool.

The more I progress in life, the more I realise it all works in similar ways. Just different fonts to the same sentiment.

M

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And they copy each other's structures. Employing exactly the same methods of "employment." Briefs in open calls reflect what the market is looking for, BIG institutional shows do the same. Content loses meaning, as artists jump from viral term to viral term.

Example:

I never thought about the antropocene much, but I guess, for this application, I could connect my art to it by drawing loose comparisons over the overarching impact of human society.

LOL

Note: I'm not saying the work would be bad or good. Nor am I commenting on the antropocene. It's the thought process that seems poor. If one is passionate about something, let that be out of a need to dissect, deconstruct, or maybe look at, or simply enjoy. NOT to snag the next big opportunity. Where is the critical lens, anyways? If you only looked at the antropocene or any other contemporary train of thought AFTER a brief then what? What are you really doing?

The amount of AI usage in catalogues/ shows I have seen from people who could care less about tech is WILD. WE GET IT, you wanna feel new... just go to the club bestie and order a tequila shot. I saw a show that, granted, was a massive slay, but it didn't address AI (with all due respect). It used it in one of the pieces, but it dialogued very little with technology. Why then would the artist feel inclined to frame the work within that discourse. It couldn't possibly be discourse because nobody was talking 😶🫥. The artist had nothing to say about this. Addressing something on mute 🔇. Maybe using AI as a work/conceptual accessory at most. This was done for__________(I'll let you fill in the blank)

You know what especially IRKS ME??

Not only is art an atm machine, but it is ALSO a best friends race?? Curators, art dealers, facilitators, or the recent it girl term "cultural producer" (LMAO). Call yourself what you wish but often times you are

SOCIALITES.

It has little to do with the work. Just selective v.i.p 4th grade birthday party invites. Survival of the friendliest? Not even. Perhaps of the most passive. Probably.

Anyways... I'll put that on hold. We'll talk about corruption in another post.

Back to money talk.

I thought perhaps I could do the classic fine art career tangent. Anyone into starting a micro buiseness and using our transferable skills ? 🤓

Inspo bellow:

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[merrrrrrrrry]

hiiii ✨

we love a good public transit system!!!! truly makes everything so mych easier!

that all sounds like so much fun!! what colors of nail polish did you get? i bet they’re all super pretty 🥹 im actually pretty good at applying nail polish i just never do it djshsj but i used to paint my moms nails all the time when i was younger 🥺 i had no idea who Sabyasachi was but i looked on instagram and im in awe!! everything is so pretty!!! the caves sound amazing!! did you take a lot of pictures or no? we don’t have anything similar near where i live but i would love to go somewhere like that in my life. was there anything super special down the trail not meant for tourists?

it sucks that you weren’t able to try Marathi food but it sounds like the trip was still amazing!! and it’s good that you were able to go to the seafood restaurant and have a good experience✨

i do cook!! im basically the only person in my family who knows how to cook/enjoys cooking. my mom used to do all of the cooking when i was younger, but i really started enjoying cooking when i was 16/17 so i kinda took over. my favorite and my family’s favorite is fettuccine alfredo! i make the alfredo sauce myself and add broccoli and chicken and it’s always so good!!

im late responding to your last reply so i hope the rest of your trip was just as enjoyable as the beginning and your journey home was safe 🫶🏻✨

-✨holiday pal✨

Hellllo

There were so many colours - I'm currently wearing two of them, very badly applied. There's orange and blue and green and black in addition to these

Sabyasachi makes lehengas very well. As well as those little clutches of his. Saaris are a hit and miss. But we did Not like his gowns and suits and kurtas. We stood there criticising knowing full well we wouldn't buy a thing akdbajksks

This time around i didn't take as many photos during my entire vacation. I just let myself relax a bit and take everything in rather than rush to take photos like i usually do. Here's a few for you

This is the iconic CSTM station facade at night

Here's the Taj and Gateway of India as seen from a ferry. That tall building behind Gateway of India is continental, the ugly (in my opinion) new expansion of Taj hotel.

Here's the view from very close to the topmost point of Gharapuri island where Elephanta Caves are located

Here's a photo of a sculpture of Ganesh from inside the Elephanta Caves. This sculpture was in a cave that was inside the main cave, hence the bad lighting

Here's a cat near Jahangir Art Gallery

Here's my favourite photo from Kanheri caves

And here's a monkey from on top of kanheri

Sorry I went overboard 😬😬there wasn't anything super special about that trail other than that it was narrow and precarious. But there were some pretty wildflowers💕💕 couldn't risk taking out my phone to take a photo for fear of falling but they were very pretty

I cook pretty rarely so i don't have a lot of practice and i take a lot of time. I'm planning on cooking on Christmas for my family. I've already got my recipe for the pavlova that I'll make in the microwave. I want to make a chicken and pasta dish and make the pasta from scratch but I'm struggling to find a recipe 🥲for it

We spent the last today in Navi Mumbai just in a relative's flat the entire time. It was lovely to catch up with Aita (Grandma) and Koka (Grandpa). They're not blood relatives but close family friends on my father's side that have become like family. They're getting really old now but it was delightful to see how they're still getting along despite their ailments. Our train back home was more than 12 hours late💀 but i didn't mind. It allowed me to take the cstm photo that I've shared with you

That fettuccine Alfredo sounds so good. Tell me more about your cooking experiences.

Look at what my keyboard suggested when i typed that sentence☝🏼💕🥺

[themorguepoet]

reading too much history is all fun and aesthetics until you are hyper-aware of the contextual significance of an event but have no one to geek over it with-

[silly-thinkings]

Another Batmom angst. With a good ending? I’ve been working on this for a hot minute and it’s a long read cause I didn’t wanna make this a two-parter.

Plz enjoy :) ~Jokers Bad Joke~ Keys: S/N = Sons Name

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“S/N? Where’s my phone?” You asked looking around the seats of the Jet.

“It’s right here mom. I want to talk to dad before he goes out on patrol.”

You smile as you walk back to your seat. You buckle your excited 8-year-old in first before you do.

The phone rang once before one of his brothers picked up “hey superstar! How’s the trip?” Dick took off his domino mask while he spoke to his youngest brother.

“It was alright. Wish it was an actual trip instead of a business one.”

S/N jumped a bit in his seat “where’s dad? I have something to tell him.”

Both of you watch Dick place a hand on his heart “but what about me?” He let out a dramatic gasp “Am i not good enough for you?”

“Relax drama Queen. It’s probably important.” Jason yelled in the background.

“And I’m not important Jay!”

The phone got snatched “Ummi, I require your assistance for an art project. Do you think you can pick up oil pastels on the way back?” Damian asked while dodging someone’s hands.

“Yes I can baby. You’ve been good while I was away right?”

“Of course- HEY!”

“he’s lying! He broke my coffee cup mom. The one you gave me for Christmas last year.”

“ TT well maybe you shouldn’t have spilled your drink on my work Drake.”

You slightly shake your head with a smile “your brothers.” You say nudging your son.

He chuckled before clearing his throat causing them to stop. You took the phone from him “when I get there both of you will be able to explain everything to me alright?”

The phone got passed again to the man already in his suit. You smirk “ honey, isn’t it a little too early to suit up? The sun is still out ya know, what if you sizzle.”

Laughter from The two eldest sons could be heard in the background. Bruce smiled in return “yes well, somethings come up. Headed to the watch tower.”

S/N took the phone back “dad! Just wanted to tell you that I completed my mission.”

You looked at him with pursed lips “you had a mission.”

You could see Bruce blushing on the other end of the call “good job S/N. But the mission isn’t over till you report to the cave.”

“Oh right right. Got it.”

You lean over “and what was the mission?”

S/N puffed out his cheeks “it’s top secret mom. You can’t know.”

You were about to say something when alarms began blaring through Bruce’s end. A part of him felt relieved that his conversation got interrupted. "Ill see you soon Hun. I love you.” You gave him a teasing grin “And I love you Mr. Wayne.” "Kick butt dad!” S/N slightly kicked his legs in excitement before hanging up. “So… what was that mission your father put you on?” S/N sheepishly looked away “maaaa you’re cheating. You are using your authority to get answers out of me. It wont work.” “Alright” You let out a defeated sigh before putting on your silky Batman sleep mask over your eyes “Guess ill just have to hide your gift till we get home.” S/N crossed his arms “Thats not going to work” You didn’t respond, only relaxing further into the seat making your son a little restless. He was just like Bruce and Damian in this regard. Wanting to know about everything. This was going to be a long flight for him. ~~~~ Bruce had never felt so annoyed. So useless. The jokers cackle filled the room. “Oh Bats! I’m so happy you’re here. This trap was made for the birds but having you here makes my night so wonderful.” Dick hugged an unconscious Jason. Tightly. His eyes teeming with rage at the laughing clown. He, along with his two brothers were chained to the wall while Batman sat in the middle of the room on a metal chair. The barb wire keeping him tied Pearce his skin as Joker rolled a TV in front of the family. “What is the meaning of this!” Robin pulled at his restraints making the Joker laugh “Oh you’ll see. This is part of your surprise!”

RedRobin let out a ragged breath only his arm was chained to the wall. Which was a cruel joke. He was pretty sure he had a cracked rib. He pulled out a battering and threw it towards the clown “leave him alone.”

The Joker dodged the attack “Oh~ would you like some attention too? Good good.”

“Joker! This is between me and you. Leave them out if it.” Batman’s voice boomed from where he sat. He had to find a way to get Jokers attention solely on him so that his sons could find a way to escape.

The Joker let out a sigh “alright alright batsy. Let me get the show started then. Just for you.” The clown walked over to the tv and turned it on, the screen flickered to life. The image shown was of Gothem city.

“I want you to pick senário A. Or Scenario B.” He pulls out two remotes “this one releases Joker gas throughout the city~ and this one goes boom… but stops meee. The joker.”

Jason slowly stirred awake. He felt his breath quicken as soon as he made eye contact with the joker.

“Oh! Glad for you to join us.” He let out a ridiculous laugh “my old friend. Would you like to pick which button I press?”

****

Y/N felt unease settle within her body. She got up from her seat and slowly moved towards the cockpit.

“Excuse me. How long till we land?”

There was no response. She slowly walked closer into the room only to see both pilots with wide grins flying the plane.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her hands infront of the men. Both of them continued to stair, void of emotion. She tried to pull their hands from the yoke but it was as if they were glued on.

The pilot slowly turned his head. His smile trembling “Mrs.Wayne. You should take a seat.”

The man pulled the Yoke towards him causing Y/N to fall towards the back of the plane. She quickly grabbed onto the seat her son was on.

“Mom!”

“Stay in your seat! And hang on”

The jet twirled as they acended high into the sky Before free falling. S/N held onto his seatbelt for dear life. While you desperately reach for the parachute under his seat.

“ S/N listen to me. You have to let go. Take off your seat belt.”

“WHAT!”

“Trust me!”

S/n began hyperventilating but slowly complied. As soon as he removed his seatbelt you grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

You efficiently began putting the parachute on him.

“Mom? Where’s yours?!”

You looked over to your seat then back to the cockpit. You notice your speedy descent and looked at your son. You only had one thought

‘Save him.’

You hold him tightly as you pushed yourself to the emergency doors. You struggled with it before opening the hatch sucking the both of you out into open air.

S/N had a tight koala grip onto your body as the wind rushed through the both of you. The jet then exploded beneath the two of you.

You felt for the pull strap on his backpack only to feel a warm liquid.

When you looked at your hand it was covered in blood. "What? When?” Time seemed to move in slow motion and S/N’s eyes began to feel heavy.

A wide-open gash along his arm continued to bleed out. You look down at the ocean coming closer.

“Clark… CLARK! take S/N! PLEASE! SAVE HIM FIRST.”

S/N’s grip began to loosen “mom? Uncle Clark isn’t here.”

You felt tears well in your eyes and you place a final kiss on his head “not yet…I love you. My little prince.”

It felt as if everything moved in slow motion. You pulled at the strap allowing the parachute to open up.

S/N felt his body abruptly stop. The pain in his arm finally kicked in as he looked down. His eyes widened as he watched you, his mother, continue to fall “no… no MOM NO MOM WAIT! MAMA!”

You watched your poor panicked boy reach his hand out. His cries were distant. The last thing you saw was a flash of Blue and red taking your boy away. You close your eyes. accepting your fate to the deep ocean.

*****

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA that was AMAZING! Honestly, they need to make more tv like this. No wonder everyone’s going digital.”

And he thought losing Jason made him a broken man. No, what he watched. What the whole family watched shattered all their spirits.

Jason couldn’t. He scratched at his helmet in an attempt to pull his hair as he rocked back and forth “I’ll kill you. IM GOING TO MURDER YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH.”

Dick shook his head. No way is she dead. No way he witnessed another murder like that. He took deep breaths as memories from his time at the circus invaded his mind. But S/N was fine. Right?

Damian felt tears trickle down his eyes as he just sat there. He held his head down as his shoulder began to shake.

Tim opened and closed his mouth . He had no words. When the joker prompted Redhood to pick a button it was him that decided to make that choice. He thought it was a logical choice. Stop the joker could’ve meant anything. If he had known….

He was the one to press the button. He caused her death. It’s his fault.

"We are receiving reports that S/N is still alive. He was saved my Superman! However, we have yet to find Y/N Wayne’s body.”

“Aww poo. The kid lived. Oh well, I guess the shows over.” Joker had a dance in his step as he turned to leave. The door burst open reviling cyborg, Wonder Woman, and Superboy.

Wonder Woman stepped up “you aren’t going anywhere clown.” As he attempted to run he was promptly lassoed before Superboy knocked him out cold. He then attended to Robins.

Wonder Woman went up to Batman while Cyborg attempted to calm Redhood down.

“ S/N is in the middle of surgery” Wonder Woman whispered, “we need to get you home.”

Batman couldn’t say anything. His eyes were distant as she placed his arm around her shoulder.

***

Alfred watched as each member of the family was assisted by a hero in the cave. He tended to all of them, cleaned their wounds and bandaged them up. S/N didn’t speak. The whole time he was there he only looked to the ground.

“This is your fault.” Jason's voice was low. His anger seethed through his teeth as he stood up. Roy placed a hand on his chest “hey hey relax. Nows not the time to-“

“Fuck that! If only he killed that clown when he took me out! Now he took mom away from us!” Jason gripped his hair “there isn’t even a body. They couldn’t find her…”

The silence in the cave was loud. Louder, than it ever was. Bruce sat on the chair in front of his many monitors. He didn’t respond to Jason’s outburst. How could he.

S/N got up from the metallic bed and began walking up the stairs towards the manor.

Dick quickly walked to him “where are you going.”

S/N lips trembled “I can’t… be in here. I can’t do what you guys do.”

Dick knelt down in front of him. His brows furrowed in confusion “what do you mean?”

“I can’t… I… I failed. I went to protect mom and I…”

Dick immediately brought him in for a hug. Now it was S/N’s cries that filled the cave. He screamed into his brother's chest as he was finally able to greave. Damian approached the two and hugged S/N as well, followed by Tim. The boys all sat on the ground and held each other as they grieved for the loss of their mother.

Jason couldn’t stay in the cave any longer. He and Roy left at some point.

Alfred managed to convince the boys to head upstairs. Bruce sat in the cave alone in silence. Tears of his own tricked down his face. Anger filled his heart as he swept everything clean off the table. He then walked to one of the wooden dummies and punched it. He punched the wood over and over till his knuckles bled.

“Honey~ this isn’t the way to deal with loss.”

Bruce slammed his head on the dummy. How is it that he heard your voice. “it’s my fault. My fault you’re gone. I shouldn’t have left you.”

Bruce fell to his knees. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up expecting to see your face. Only to see Diana with a somber expression.

****

Jason checked another one of his guns as loaded up his suit

“Jason. Get out of the suit. You need to relax.” Roy leaned against the door as he watched his best friend check yet another gun.

“Screw that. He killed my mother. I’m doing something that man would never do.”

“And what would your mom say? You know how she felt about you killing. Hell, that’s why you went to rubber bullets. Now that she’s dead you’ll just go against her wishes?”

Jason took a breath “this is different.”

“Is it? This is revenge. Something she’s told you not to do.”

Jason had his head low. Of course, Roy was right but he couldn’t sleep as long as that clown was still breathing. It had been two weeks since that day. Two weeks since Y/N’s reported death. Two weeks of sleepless nights. The manor hasn’t been the same. Hasn’t been lively at all with you gone. S/N doesn’t even talk anymore.

Just then a knock on the door caused both men to look at each other before Roy answered it. Dick, Tim, and Damian all stood outside the door in their vigilante outfits.

“What are you guys doing here?” Roy asked. His question was ignored by Robin who stomped towards Jason “you’re going after the joker are you?”

Jason looked at him then at his two other brothers “yes. And you won’t stop me.”

“No, we won’t.” Nightwing walked past him and opened the window “we’re coming with you.”

“What?!” Roy shook his head “all of you are going after the clown.”

“He took Mother away from us. He’s made a ruin to my father and brother. Of course, we’ll be after him.”

Roy looked at the four of them properly stunned. He then let out a sigh “do you guys at least have a plan.”

****

Red Robin, Nightwing, Redhood, and Robin all stood atop a building.

“He escaped Arkham again. He’s been tracked here.” Red Robin said typing on his wrist.

“So, what’s stopping us from going in there and taking him out.” Redhood huffed in his mask.

Nightwing pointed to Harly Quinn happily skipping towards the door. She opened the door wide before walking in.

“What is she doing?” RedRobin scratched his head.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s practically letting us in.” Robin grappled a street light and made his descent.

“Robin wait!” Nightwing quickly followed suit.

The four stealthily made their way inside. They expected the joker to be laughing and scheming like he’d always done. But he actually seemed to be in slight distress.

Harly laughed “you should see the look on your face Mista J. It’s priceless."

“H-Harly, please. You have to help me out. I-I’ve been good to you.”

A boomerang and a gunshot flew past him. “Ha! Yea right. Funny how your shaking in your boots.” Captain boomerang emerged from the shadows followed by dead shot.

King shark landed behind joker “king shark… is a shark.”

The brothers looked at each other all confused. Why were they ganging up on the joker? Their answer came through the sound of click clacks.

Harly blew a huge bubble from her gum “you kicked the hornet's nest Mista J. Bwahaha”

Jason and Dick froze upon hearing the soft melody of a familiar voice. Your voice. singing the Hickory Dickory Dock tune slowly

They looked at the woman calmly walking towards the scared psychopath. She wore a black suit with yellow stripes along the side. Her weapon was a mace, the pointy yellow ball dragged across the floor as she slowly walked towards him.

“Who is that.” Tim whispered.

You swung your weapon over your head before slamming it to the ground “do you remember what happened last time. You took my baby from me.”

Joker got on his knees and bowed “I-I’m sorry. That wasn’t part of the plan you see. I meant for that to be just for show.”

You swung the metal down on his knee hearing a satisfying crack. “I told you what would happen joker.”

Another crack was heard as you swung the Metal down.

“Oh oh oh hit him where the sun don't shine!” Harley cheered.

You grabbed his neck and smiled “I won’t kill you Joker. That’ll make things too easy. I expect the best. Of. Jokes.”

Redhood and Nightwing looked at each other. It seems like the robins didn’t connect the dots.

“Let’s get out of here.” Nightwing whispered.

“King shark is a shark.”

The four slowly turned around to see the suicide squad member looking down at them.

Robin immediately reached for his battarangs only to be stopped by the shark's next action. He put a finger over his mouth and shook his head.

“You want us to stay quiet?” Red Robin shook his head “this is a setup.”

The shark only pointed “scary.”

Nightwing looked back to you. He’d never seen you so mad. So psychotic. Tim pulled up a file on his wrist and showed it to the team “that’s Yellow Jacket. It’s said she’s the most deadly anti-hero in Gothem. What did he do to piss her off?”

“It is mother.” Robin whispered. They all looked over to you. You whispered something into the joker's ear before motioning for king shark to take him away. The beast did at told and you turned to walk away.

Damian couldn’t hide anymore. He felt betrayed. You were alive for two weeks and you didn’t tell anyone.

“STOP!”

Robin jumped out from where he was hiding and marched right towards you. “I- we thought you were dead! How could you leave us like that.”

You turned to face him. How long was he there for? Then your three other sons appeared from the shadows. “How long we’re you there.”

“Answer me first…”

You opened your mouth to answer but Harley beat you to it “on no YJ here just woke up from a coma. Ya see, when sharky found her two weeks ago she was like. Out out.” Harley did a twirl with her hammer “of course we patched her up. If not then I’d be a horrible bestie. Anyway, she just woke up, and can you believe the first thing she wanted to do was to hunt the joker down. My gosh she can get scary.”

Redrobin quickly went up to you. You thought he was going to be mad but instead he gave you the tightest hug “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault. I’m the reason why-“

“Shhh no honey. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.”

Then Jason ran to you “Ma… don’t you ever scare me like that. don’t leave me alone with B.”

You felt something squeeze in between you and Tim. Damian looked up at you before stuffing his face on your stomach. Dick finally joined the group hug.

“Awwwwww can we do that?” Harley looked at dead shot with big dopey eyes.

“No. I’m against it” captain boomerang tried to walk away but the shark picked him up “king shark is a shark.”

****

S/n stared at the grandfather clock leading to the cave. He really couldn’t bring himself to go back down there. But his father needed help. If he couldn’t save one parent then maybe he could save another before it’s too late.

“Master S/N you’re out of bed.”

“Hmm.”

Alfred frowned. He too was affected by the dramatic loss. However, he had to care for S/N. He wasn’t eating properly, he’s lost significant weight. But this was the first time out of the master bedroom.

“Do you wish to speak to your father?”

S/N shook his head “he’s probably… mad at me.”

Just then the clock shifted to the side. S/N immediately stepped back a couple of steps as Bruce emerged from the door. He wasn’t looking too great either. He smelled funky, his hair was a mess, beard slowly growing.

Bruce looked down at his son before looking at Alfred.

The butler gave a curt nod before walking into the cave. Leaving father and son alone.

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce stated as he knelt down in front of S/N. This is the first time he’s spoken to S/N.

S/N only shook his head. He attempted to run off but Bruce quickly grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry. What happened…. Jason was right. If only I had done something, your mother would still be here.” Bruce slowly let go of his hand. S/N felt his lips tremble as he looked at the state of his father. He was suffering too.

S/N wrapped his arms around his dad, surprising Bruce. “I’m sorry… for running away. Mom wouldn’t want this. She’d want us to stick together.”

Bruce felt S/N hug him tighter. He stood, picking his son up in the process “have you eaten.”

S/N shook his head as he rested his head onto the crook of his neck.

“How bout we eat some PB&J”

S/N looked up “Alfred would be mad. It’s not proper food.”

“No, but it’s something.”

S/N and Bruce walked into the kitchen. S/N smiled as he watched his father flounder with one hand in an attempt to make the classic sandwich. “Dad. You’re bad at this.”

A slight chuckle escaped S/N’s lips. Bruce’s lips crooked up into a smile himself “well. It’s the thought that counts right.”

A sudden crash came from the main hall. Bruce instinctively hugged his son close to him.

“Alfred?”

When there wasn’t a response Bruce quickly put his son down. He opened one of the cabinets “get inside.”

“N-no no no. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I will not lose you too S/N”

“Dad please. Don’t leave me. Mom did this. she did the same thing before she-"

Bruce looked at his son. This is probably how Y/N felt at that moment. The need to protect his son. “I’m sorry”

S/N cried as the doors closed on him. He slammed his hands “DAD! DAD STOP. DADDY COME BACK!”

Bruce took a deep breath before running towards the sound. He was honestly expecting the worst. He was expecting to find Alfred taken away from him too. But to his relief, he found Alfred embracing the one person he’d never thought he’d see again.

Bruce’s legs felt weak. “Y/N. Is that you? Is that really you.”

Alfred moved himself to reveal a disheveled Y/N. Your hair was a mess, you had bruises and stitch marks along the sides of your body.

“Bruce.”

Bruce stepped back before leaving the room. leaving you and Alfred confused.

Bruce returned with a shaky 8-year-old in his arms. He sped walked towards you and immediately wrapped you in a tight embrace.

“Mom. Mom it’s you.” S/N said through shaky breaths

“Yes, it’s me. Nothing will take me away from you.”

That night You took care of your boys who were in much need of a shower and some food. You explained to them what had happened after the plane exploded. You apologized for taking so long.

After tending to all of your boys. You took a shower yourself. The warm water felt nice on your skin. When you got out you were surprised to see all of your children.

S/N, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Dick sleeping soundly on your bed. S/N and Bruce were snuggling together. You smile as you made your way onto the grand California king-sized bed for a night's rest. Ready to retire from such a traumatic experience.

[daisys-gard3n]

If you’re not busy can you tell me more about Ghiaccio in your art school au?

Ghiaccio came from a family of lawyers, prime arguers. Every night there was an argument, whether it would be his parents arguing over a case, him yelling at his brothers over them annoying him or taking his things, his parents arguing with him, etc...It doesn't do good on the psyche.

Being in a family of lawyers, hell even his older brother and sister were in law school right now, Ghiaccio was expected to become a lawyer like them. His parents chose his school course for him, chose his extracurricular activities, even chose his friend groups...They wanted Ghiaccio to be successful in the world, but this was too much. It was unbearable. But Ghiaccio found comfort in one thing: art. His parents put him in a drawing class to fulfill his arts requirements and he loved every second of it. Even his art teacher was impressed by his skills. He even made friends with some of the art students...It felt more genuine than any friends his parents made for him. It came around the time where his parents were preparing him BAR exam study guides and books...He couldn't do it anymore. At dinner, with his family all around him he said.

"I don't want to be a lawyer...I want to be an artist."

Arguments flew at him: that he'll be starving out in the streets, that his parents wasted all these resources for him, that being an artist doesn't pay the bills, that he'll be in debt until he's 50, etc. Everyone was yelling at him, his mom and dad...All of his siblings...But for the first time, he didn't yell back. He was quiet, just letting them yell at him and calling him a stupid and selfish child. Waiting for them to let it all out and send him to his room. That's when he quietly packed his things, grabbed all the cash he had, and ran out - blocking all of his family members, getting a new phone, and so forth. How can he be a selfish child if he wasn't their child anymore? He's only giving them the best option, just so that when he parks his car in a motel parking lot, he lets out his rage and sorrow that he was now alone.

He managed to stay in motels and make a living off of digital commissions, even being the guy who drew people on the street for money. His skills were still so remarkable, it caught the eye of the head of the Art School's drawing department - Straizo. Getting to see some of his work and some of his digital portfolio, Straizo recommended him to the digital arts apprenticeship program and Ghiaccio managed to start living at one of the school's dormitory while he completed the emission portfolio to become a full-time student. All expenses paid for with the scholarships he managed to throughout high school and the ones that came to him thanks to Straizo and his digital illustration professor, Jobin. He eventually became a minor in metals because the professor and head of the metals department, Wamuu, saw that he was practically boiling from the inside with rage and lead him into the shop to let him have it with metal sculpture. Learning the process and beating hot metal really helps Ghiaccio cool himself down.

His digital style is very swiss inspired, yet he also blends in modernism with it very well. His metals projects are very rugged and grunge-feeling since he tends to beat his emotions into them.

He gets attracted to you for how gentle you are with him, by that I mean he's never really been around someone who treated him this kind and never argued with him until he caved into their personal choice. You encourage him to make his own choices, to have his own opinion...Yet you also calm him down when he's getting too heated, letting him come down to earth...There's no one else in this world like you. Things he found annoying if other people did it...It became cute when it was you...He'd grumble as he'd bring you snacks because you forget to eat, or tells you to lay on the couch in the illustration room if you're sleep deprived. Be lucky he's here, its a wonder how you can care for yourself. How does he handle these new emotions? Not well, he turns to art and blacks out, only to look down and see some deranged art of you and his desires. How can someone like him love? He's nothing but a ball of anger and unresolved emotions his parents never cared to teach him. There was no way you'd like him back...

There was no way...No way at all...

Eventually, he'll snap. All his years of being under intense lawyer training come back to him...He'll just have to manipulate you into being his. No lawyer is ever a good man, they just lie with their opinions and give a smile to seem charming.

[soulmate-game]

Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

—*—*—*—*—*

“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.