#literally it's mostly just thunder noises

[michimonie]

If anyone wants to see the full Haunted Mansion x Ducks timelapses with Haunted Mansion: Swinging Wake background noise behind it:

[stargazedwinchester]

Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

[crystallizsch]

a thunderstorm woke me up and now my veins are running on pure caffeine and (unfortunately) i have jamil on the mind.

so now i'm thinking about what if yuu has an extreme fear of thunder

imagine there's a thunderstorm in the middle of the night.

you've just been weirdly anxious, and when jamil inquired, you begrudgingly admit that you're afraid of thunder.

it's embarrassing. why would you be scared of thunder, they're just loud sounds. it’ll pass.

jamil had to stop himself from making a judgmental remark. even if jokingly.

he’s deathly afraid of bugs, he literally has no place to make fun of you for it.

at least with bugs you can get rid of them, but you can’t just fight the weather unless you’re a powerful mage.

so the least jamil can do is to comfort you.

maybe listening to music sharing headphones.

or make you focus on his voice instead so you don’t pay attention to the loud noises. either by chatting or reading a book together.

of course, maybe he could also use snake whisper on you so your mind would effortlessly cease those fears.

jamil would if you asked. but he’s not going to offer it himself.

(besides, it’s a bit weird if he’s using his unique magic on you again, considering whatever your relationship is at this point.)

and it’s not like that idea would even cross your mind when all you could think about was the agonizing dread of oncoming thunder.

plus it kinda sounds crazy knowingly asking someone to put you under mind control.

every time thunder boomed you found yourself clinging to jamil's clothes. burying your face in his chest. as if you were holding onto him for dear life.

he'd laugh if he knew you weren't deathly afraid of it. so he'd make soothing gestures instead.

the thunder was still unbearable, but eventually you found comfort in jamil’s warmth.

it really helped to drown it out. at least mostly.

this seemed to be a better outcome anyway than forcing you to just forget about it.

and it would’ve been easier, sure. but how many times could you get the chance to cozy up to jamil

and on the other hand, jamil kinda wanted this moment to last. how many times could he have an excuse for "relaxing" with you.

as much as it makes you suffer, him wanting this moment to last longer meant wishing for the thunderstorm to last longer as well.

jamil hopes you can forgive him for being selfish in that regard.

[forestryfae]

chaos lord hcs i consider canon cus thats what hc means lol

chaos lords tend to take a few traits after their familiars.

klarions pupils work the same way cats do. slits when hes relaxed, big and round when hes excited. he may purr on occasion but its usually only directed at teekl when shes snuggled into him. he likes to push things off of tables but thats not a familiar trait thing, he just saw teekl do it once and thought it looked fun.

child is cold to the touch and if the light hits her right her skin seems opalescent. her bones are partially transparent and looks like its made from opals and white quartz despite being solid bone

chaos lords need their familiars to be concious to stay properly on the mortal plane. thus, they need to sleep when their familiar is asleep. e.g. klarion wont ever discorporealize from teekl taking a catnap but he has the option of phazing in or out of the mortal plane for a while (annoying but harmless), waking her up (worse) or taking a nap w teekl (best choice)

in fact pretty much all chaos lords (and lords of order if the shoe fits) revolve their daily schedules around their familiars sleep schedules, despite familiars sleeping far less than normal animals

child cant sleep because of flaw. this does not affect her in the slightest.

sometimes klarion (specifically) will just drop dead. you know when cats loaf and suddenly their head just drops so theyre loafing face down and asleep? yeah, teekl fell asleep and klarion didnt notice and now hes fallen face first on the floor and is snoozing away. he could fall off the empire state building and not notice until after teekl wakes up

you cant wake him up. hes dead to the world until teekl wakes/is woken up and even then he might keep snoozing for a while before he wakes up on his own

vandal has, more than once, had to deal w his snoring during a meeting

his snoring isnt actually that loud if hes lying down properly. he tends to sleep like a cat tho. literally Wherever

lords of order generally dont have to be on the mortal plane very often and actively avoid it, unlike chaos lords who delight in being able to go, so its rarer for them to need anchors or familiars. nabu was basically their get out of work card

chaos/order lord language is mostly consistent of loud humming, hollow noises, and clear tones. the way electricity sounds, ice cracking, thunder rumbling, tuning forks, and so on also appear on occasion, and its easy to compare the noise they make to the sound of a planet spinning. there is a mild telepathic aspect of it used to convey mood and feelings as well. its like body language but psychich, and no actual words, thoughts or images are spoken psychically

its common to choose what noises are used based on favourite sounds and tones, hence the need for the telepathy. telempathy?? yeah thats a word now. gender is also linked to noises.

gender isnt really a thing the way it is for humans. sex as well, but genetics are. lords of whatever reproduce by deciding "i want a kid actually" and then manifesting a soul for that child. ideally you want between 2-5 lords manifesting at once so theres a variation in the powers used to bring them to life, if you only manifested a child from one lord youd just get a badly made copy of that lord.

manifesting a child is not seen as sexual, its more like witnessing a birth, so its not uncommon for children to just pop up out of nowhere in public. generally this has few reactions from others beyond congratulations. the knowledge of how to do it is still kept from children and young lords to prevent bad copies or irresponsible duplications from inexperience. not to mention that parenthood is kind of a big deal, you dont want a lord who was born last millennia try to make a shit duplicate, fail, and essentially rip themself in half, erasing them from existence

it is seen as. vulgar. to ask someone to help create a child. you generally say out loud "i want a child and need help" and suitors will offer their help. after that its pick or choose.

biological sex isnt a thing due to the way children are created, but gender still is there to some degree. some dont have one at all, while some have very strong feelings of it. its linked massively to noises and is seen as an accessory, like wearing a favourite bracelet or a cool tshirt. for some only hollow and humming tones is the perfect gender, for others low thundering rumbling with highpitched tones is excellent, and some might prefer using all the noises or stick to just one, and some may change periodically

physical bodies tend to be malleable enough to fix if they dont like what theyre given or alter if they change their mind, but they generally view genitals and sex characteristics as aestethic functions and do as they see fit based on what they feel looks nice and is more useful for them

nabu views the host body as just a host and therefore does not ever alter the host body. hes content w whatever he gets, he just lives there after all

lords of chaos and order have different dialects. its unclear to everyone else what the difference is though.

lords may take the soul of a mortal and turn it into a chaos lord/lord of order. this is called adoption :)

due to personal reasons, klarion may or may not be adopted depending on what backstory i want to use

(born as a chaoslord sometime between the beginning of the universe and roungly 5000 years before meeting vandal and was never human or anything else VS born in Limbo Town 2; The Adaption To Make It Less Lost Tribe Of Roanoke And More Homo Magi + Fae Cross Species From A Place Called Limbo Town, became a very powerful but chaotic magic user, chaos lord said "i want that one" and approaching him, klarion accepting and upon his death hell ascend, got murdered in cult ritual, became chaos lord and adopted by his mother (he has 2 now) and some time space power shit happens so he ascends into the past where his new mom who knows time chaos adopted him)

chaos lords are always red and lords of order are always yellow but the hue and saturation varies. some are more pink, some are kinda orange, some are blood colored, some have specks of different colors or ombres or stripes, some are very light or very dark, and so on etc etc

klarion has more than once refered to lords of order as "piss rocks from space"

[littledollll]

Casually sliding in here to introduce myself as @littledollll number one stalker and to request something from you love.

Prompt~ so this can be lucifer or Larissa I’m not fussy I see it more as Larissa tho😂 r has the ability to manipulate weather. But when r is stressed their ability tends to go haywire. This one particular day r had a tough day and it comes to Larissa’s attention when the weather snaps into a storm which (ironically) r hates and is terrified of. So she sets out to find r and they are absolutely freaking out massively overwhelmed and unable to regain control over themselves so Larissa comes in with the comfort and love respecting that if she immediately held r it would worsen her condition so settled for words of affirmation and praise until she was calm enough to be held. Maybe ends with r exhausted falling asleep in Larissa’s lap as the weather returns to it’s natural state

Here comes the sun

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: guys this is my friend pls check her out she’s literally amazing. So lovely to see you👀 I’m sorry this too so long to write, you know all about it.

No warnings I think!

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Larissa knew it was never a good sign when the weather changed out of nowhere, specially when it only seemed to be surrounding Nevermore.

It was alot harder to control your abilities when things got overwhelming, Larissa learned that very early on, and it seemed like today was not treating you kindly.

She didn’t immediately make her way home, knowing you could handle yourself but when thunder struck Larissa knew things had gotten more complicated, not only did it mean your state wasn’t improving anytime soon, Larissa knew how much you hated the thunder. She quickly made her way home to you.

After many hours, and days, of her trying to convince you to take the time you needed to decompress versus you trying to convince her that you’d be perfectly fine in a group full of students and no space for yourself, Larissa ended up winning, so thankfully she knew just where you’d be.

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It was apparent that self soothing wasn’t being of much help, you seemed to be hiding from the world, head on your knees and arms wrapped around yourself when she came in to your shared room.

It became a spiral. A stressful day made a rainy day, those were fine until rain was accompanied by thunder, you hated it. All the noise and the warning flash of light that came before it only causing you more anxiety, you settled for curling into yourself and trying to distract from the overwhelming storm.

Larissa knew better than to act anxious herself. It was her steady calm demeanor that helped you down most if not all the time anyways. She called your name in a soft tone, mostly just to announce her presence and not risk freaking you out more.

All she got back was a whimper in response, and quietly, she made her way to stand next to you, “would it be okay if I sat with you?” You said nothing, a nod, and she sat a comfortable distance from you, as to not overwhelm. “I don’t need to know what happened now, not ever if you don’t feel like talking about it actually. Take your time to breathe, place your hand on your chest and feel your heartbeat calm, I will be here if you need me.”

You followed as she said, her soft voice and reassuring words helping you steady. Eventually you reached a hand to her, which she took in hers with a smile on her face.

She allowed you to do things in your own time, mindlessly tracing patterns on your hand with her thumb, a comfortable silence surrounded you both and you shyly shuffled to sit closer to her side. “can I- will you hold me?”

Nothing could have made Larissa happier. She tugged you over her lap, planting a gentle kiss on your head before wrapping her arms around you. Nuzzling into her neck with a sigh you gave her a quick kiss, just as a thank you, before you relaxed into her warmth and let your eyes rest.

Just out the window Larissa could see the clouds clear away as the thunder stopped and eventually the rain, it was late enough to see the sun setting, creating an air of peace in the room. Harsh winds replaced with soft breeze, and a dark sky turned orange and pink.

You took a deep breath, shuffling slightly to hug Larissa closer. From then your breathing turned calm, you didn’t say a word or move an inch, Larissa guessed you’d fallen asleep, she got comfortable in her spot, there’s no ways she’d risk waking you up now. Later, maybe in an hour or less since you were truly exhausted, she’d carefully carry you to bed and fall asleep along side you.

[hugsandchaos]

Arthadow concept/AU???

I made this last summer and realized I never shared it. So here you go! While I work on the oneshot! And the rest of my WIPs, which I think is… 3? I’m bouncing between fandoms like a dang ping pong ball machine, so please forgive me for my all-over-the-place-ness.

Anyways, after Little Shadow was launched in the escape pod, his emotions got really out of control and started affecting his chaos abilities. When it all burst out of him, Little Shadow was transported back to Arthur’s time. More specifically, when Arthur was a kid as well. He just sat and cried as the pod crash landed somewhere in a forest just outside of Camelot. After the crash was over, Little Shadow curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep.

He remained there for days, ignoring the hunger biting at his stomach and relying on the chaos energy to sustain himself, until he finally went outside and started to explore. More days passed and Little Shadow had learned, much to his horror, that he wasn’t on Earth. At least, not that he knew of. Last time he learned, Camelot was a kingdom from centuries ago, and magic wasn’t real. There was chaos energy, but not magic. Little Shadow also took one look at the knights and instantly feared that they’d be just like the G.U.N. soldiers. He didn’t know why they were after him, but he’d heard Gerald saying that he was scared they’d experiment on him or use him as a weapon.

Little Shadow became something of a petty thief, but could you blame him? He was starving! Besides, they’d literally left the food behind, and it was only about 8 times! He always returned to the crash site. The pod may not be in its best shape, but that and the stars were the closest thing the young hybrid had to home now. Every night, he’d look up at the stars and cry. He was supposed to see them with Maria. They’d spent so much time excitedly waiting for the time they’d look up at the stars from Earth, and now, he’d give anything to return to them.

One day, Young Arthur finally managed to sneak out of the kingdom unnoticed and made a dash into the forest. He just had to investigate that fallen object from weeks ago! The knights hadn’t decided whether or not to go yet for whatever reason, and Young Arthur had grown tired of waiting for the news.

He approached the crash site with great curiosity and some caution, but mostly excitement. He looked at the wreckage in awe and confusion. Metal and glass? What kind of strange object had come down from the endless cosmos above? Was it made by unknown divine beings? Young Arthur soon noticed that the cylindrical structure was hollow near the ground. He got down on his hands and knees, something he’d most likely never do if he wasn’t alone, and looked inside.

He came face to face with Young Shadow.

•Shadow has a near irrational fear of thunder and other loud noises, especially sudden ones (Arthur started to cover his ears with his hands if things got loud or if he knew things were about to get loud. At some point, Shadow started going straight to Arthur during thunderstorms for comfort.)

•Arthur is terrified of being submerged in water, so when he has to attend swimming lessons, Shadow tries to be as close as he can be (Shadow is an amazing swimmer as it’s one of his favorite activities, and he once tried teaching Arthur how to float on his back, which worked. When he first saw Arthur fall into the pool and heard him scream, he bolted into the water and got him out as fast as he could. Arthur still hates and fears having to swim, but Shadow being in there with him helps.)

•Most look at Shadow’s obvious, not-so-hedgehog-like features with disgust or fear, but Arthur is fascinated by them (He has so many questions and is one of the few people allowed to touch Shadow’s tail. Shadow also stays still to let Arthur look at his second row of teeth and forked tongue.)

•Shadow is grieving the incident and tends to cry a lot, and Arthur has no idea why because he hardly ever speaks, also thanks to the incident (The last time anyone tried telling Shadow to shut up and that it’s not a big deal because they didn’t know why he suddenly started crying nearly got really hurt when Shadow screamed and lunged at them. They got away with a few cuts on their arm from where Shadow grabbed them and dug his claws in, but they wouldn’t have been able to get away at all if Shadow hadn’t been pulled off. Shadow disappeared for two weeks after that.)

•Arthur is absolutely in love with him and doesn’t realize it yet, but everyone else besides Shadow sees it (The knights made a bet on when he’ll realize it and when he’ll confess.)

That’s all I’ve got 😐

[wigglesdtuff]

any domestic headcanons for hanahone?

Ohhh this is a fun one - I'll try and come up with some stuff it's mostly just nebulous in my brain!

It's simple, but they just enjoy each other's presence even when they're not talking. The soft noises of knowing someone else is there especially late into the night are comforting to them both, and neither of them have to say anything. They just know.

They have the most pleasant tea gossiping sessions in the mornings before a lot of the crew are fully awake. It's all in good fun, but one of them will say some of the meanest shit and follow it up with "oh but I hope they're doing well/I don't wish them any ill will"

They use a lot of quiet sounds to communicate when they want to be private about it (little rhythmic taps on Brook's bones of a song they both know etc).

They talk about the West Blue a lot, Brook having grown up there decades before Robin was born and before Ohara was destroyed. He probably knows a bit about Ohara's reputation. He probably talks a lot about his memories, maybe to help stop them from fading altogether with new ones - she's happy to record what she finds interesting.

Perhaps the most morbid on the crew, they would be the worst (best) duo to hang out with Usopp, Nami and/or Chopper for long periods of time because they'd take turns thinking of ways to purposefully rile them up together. They think everything a fuckin game.

Robin does steal bones from time to time to either sketch them, roleplay a digsite, or just to mess with him. She does not explain ahead of time which one.

She started out barely tolerating his skull jokes but now she frequently makes them herself. This is good for Brook because he has someone more morbid than him to bounce off of, or he falls to dust when she steals his thunder.

Almost any time they cuddle, she can't help but bluntly point out that he's not comfortable, and he will politely remind her she doesn't have to stay where she is (that she got into in the first place), but she always indignantly refuses to leave (because she wants to be there) and they just get creative with pillows if it's an issue.

Brook may have his panty gag, but I can guarantee you the stuff Robin whispers to him is worse on purpose. No one will believe him, or they do they just don't care.

They love quiet nights and duets together when they can't sleep. Brook knows so many songs that Robin recognizes, but can't place. They both lament that memory is such a fleeting thing.

He makes her curious, so she often checks what he is and isn't capable of the second she has the thought. "Does this hurt?" "Can you smell this?" "Do you feel cold?"

He's like an old dog - notsomuch a puppy, but like he has the literal undying loyalty of someone who has been there for a long time and has no intention of leaving. His patience is endless.

Okay that's all I can come up with for now, but I'd love to hear what other folks come up with!! I don't even know if this counts for domestic but I just rambled about them.

[ohtobearandomftblog]

fear/trauma headcanons because i want them to suffer

gray and juvia have violent flashbacks whenever they see collars like what invel used

gray is far more violent than juvia

gray is more likely to attack anyone who tries to help him viciously unless its juvia but then hed think she was like the ur that neinhart summoned and will be cautious to the point of weak attacks meant to keep her away

juvia will lash out wildly but eventually will curl into a ball (as a human or as water depends on if she could hear gray) and simply cry. rain is summoned

canonically gajeel views crucification as his worst memories. headcanonically he gets shaky and stuttery and he cant tell if its a panic attack or not but he doesnt really tell anyone bc he thinks he deserves it for what he did to levy jet and droy

natsu gets very anxious around any flame

when natsu was with igneel he would have a complete meltdown whenever he saw fire. made it very difficult to learn yknow fire dragon slaying magic.

after natsu got to fairy tail he was mostly fine with his own flames but like. macao. noooooooo. hell even the fireplace. noooooo no no nonononono

he never knew why until he got some memories unlocked during the alvarez shit. then he still had a fear of uncontrolled fire/his fire becoming uncontrollable

wendy will stay awake all night sometimes, trying to find/cast enchantments that will protect her mind and body from ever being taken over/altered ever again

erza used to get angry whenever she saw any chains. even the tiny ones for a necklace. she got angry to cover her fear of them. a pickaxe also gets her angry

levy will avoid going near long pieces of anything hard. shes scared shell trip and fall and impale herself on them. jet and droy used to be like that but after the 7 years they just became super careful around it

lucy is so close to making a deal with the celestial spirit king to allow gate keys of all kinds to be requip-ible. she doesnt care what the price is she just wants to make sure she will never lose her friends again. unless the price is losing a friend again in which case she might just murder the fucking king

after the last acnologia thing at least gray lucy and happy are afraid of literally Everything when someone's behind them. if the person laughs if they talk if they walk if they trip if they do nothing. they think theyre either being attacked or kidnapped or killed

laxus and erik (maybe sting and rogue too) are scared of lacrima

when the communication lacrima, the only one they ever bothered with, was big enough that youd have trouble carrying it with both hands, they were mostly okay. just had to have it across the room with no one else in the room

after the com lacrima became tiny phones they just. never use it. or if they are forced to then its as far from them as possible. they wont hold it. its great bc if the phone is close to their ear then its way too loud but its terrible bc they have to yell responses unless its another slayer

pantherlily will not go near laxus. if someones holding him and they go to walk past laxus he will get out of their hold and fly in a big circle around him before going back to the persons arms/shoulder/whatever. he knows logically that laxus wont summon thunder just bc lily got close but also big boom noise reminds him of far too many awful things from edolas

carla happy frosch and lector are also scared of thunder. all exceeds are. those four have just been on earth land long enough to know itll most likely be okay. happy has been near laxus enough to know hell just absorb it if it gets close to the guild

cana hates hospitals. even a medical area or something where the injured/sick rest. too many bad experiences there. too much death. it doesnt help that her fortune telling is itching to show how people will be affected by what ails them

all of the dragon slayers have a fear of abandonment. be it their first human families, the dragons (if applicable), the second families (again if applicable), the guilds, the exceeds (you get the gist), friends, whatever. they have been left too often to expect people to stay for any amount of time, but by the gods does it burn when anyone leaves even for a moment

mystogan and porlyusica feared an anima would drag them back to edolas every single fucking day.

now porlyusica fears it, even after they all reassured her mystogan took care of them all.

and mystogan fears that he didnt stop the animas, and hell suddenly have a lacrima of his family back on his doorstep

[batsyforyou]

How I Think the Elves Will React to a P90

Gildor

Describes it as “Thunder on the wind but with no clouds in sight.” Or “Thunderous roar of noise and echo. And dragon fire.” He is weary of it and distrustful. Mostly concerned with finding ways of defending against it. 

Elrond 

Slack jawed horror on his face. As a healer this is his literal worst nightmare wrapped up in a pretty black bow. It might be best if you briefly inform him of armor-piercing bullets and energy weapons that burn literal holes in people. Examples like Ronon’s gun or Goa’uld staff weapons. While weapons like that could be considered similar to dragon fire. The idea of wraith stunners and Goa’uld zat’nik’tels (zats) will both alarm him but also put him at ease. Knowing that not every weapon of your world is meant to cause as much damage as humanly possible. Though the zats ability to stun with the first shot, kill with the second and completely disintegrate the body on the third where there is literally nothing left. Adds to his PTSD and gives him many more sleepless nights and nightmares then he already had. Though he isn’t forgetting the fact that if the men of your world fight with these weapons against their enemies it isn’t too much of a stretch to say that they fight amongst themselves with the same weapons. Therefore if men from your world were to cross over and chose to wage war against the elves and other known peoples of the world there would be heavy losses. 

Glorfindel 

Lets not vibes *uneasy smile* He doesn’t like it. Mostly because the loud roar the gun makes reminds him (slightly) of the Balrogs/dragons that attacked Gondolin. So, it mostly brings up bad memories. 

Bilbo 

Absolutely not. The living (polite) embodiment of “get that thing back where it came from or so help me!” 

Gandalf 

Neutral: “Hmm, it is a formidable weapon.” He stroked his beard in thought, “It is unfortunate that such a weapon exists and I am quite glad that it is not of this world.” (He has the “Just don’t use it often or near me" vibes. And when explaining the gun to him and about the wraith and other threats of your world. Gandalf has a knowing look in his eye that tells you that despite you not telling him about the original purpose of the weapon, he knows that its likely that the men of your world fight and kill with the same weapons and that the purpose was not for the wraith and other enemies, much like Elrond.) 

Erestor 

Glares from a distance. He is 10/10 the most judgmental of the weapon out of all the elves. His first and only thought is how the weapon was probably being used for men against men conflicts. And since men fighting against each other isn’t uncommon it was usually understood that they’d have each other's back when defending themselves from Sauron like Rohan coming to aid Gondor. Though there was a time where men had problems with food, disease and starvation and had turned on each other. So he takes it as an example of the weakness of man, the weak will of man or the overall frail nature of men.  

Lindir 

*Faints* Has nightmares. More anxiety. And looks toward Elrond with an incredibly worried expression on his face. When he considers all the possibilities and worst case scenarios he can’t really handle it. And he rationalized it to himself by saying that he trusts Elrond’s judgment and will follow his lead. 

Elrohir 

*Winces* It is an interesting make, noise aside, I wonder . . . What went through the creators mind? . .  Why would someone have need of such a weapon? What enemy could be so fierce that such an extreme weapon had to be made? (Considering that the original purpose for the weapon was to kill other humans it would probably be best if you only mention the wraith killing part. As the notion that the same weapons were being used against other men doesn’t really cross his mind.) 

Elladan 

He is drawn to it and is curious but doesn't want to use it. He is the most open minded about it and laughs at the offer of firing it. He lifts his sword and says he would rather stick with what he knows but he thanks you for the offer. He doesn’t think much about its purpose: who, what, when, where and why doesn’t cross his mind. He just thinks it's cool human ingenuity. 

Arwen 

She is scared of it and rightfully so. She does mention though that you should refrain from firing the weapon around elven ears. As she herself does not enjoy listening to the ringing of her ears. Because elven ears are highly sensitive and can hear a great deal more than the average man. 

Thranduil 

Considering you probably meet this elf while either being attacked by spiders or simply captured with the rest of the dwarven party and being lost in the darkest forest you’ve seen in your life. You probably don’t get many opportunities to actually demonstrate the P90s firing ability or any of your other gear. Though when explaining what your strange weapon does and about other weapons like Ronon’s or Goa’uld zats be prepared to find a very protective, angry and concerned elf. He will most likely interrogate you about all the possible weapons, enemies, and different ways of defending from such weapons in the hopes of defendings his people. Considering that's actually very reasonable and how you (probably) don’t want to spend the rest of your life stuck in jail, I don't see why you wouldn’t share such information. Thranduil doesn’t trust you though, as you are from another world and could have brought new, strange and (possibly) stronger enemies to Arda. 

Legolas 

He doesn’t like it. But when you explain the wraith and other enemies to him (keeping the original purpose of the gun from him) he understands the need for having such powerful weapons and wishes you luck in defending your people. He later tries to help you return home but with little luck. When the two of you become friends he will offer you a place amongst his people and promises that his father, the King, won’t try to have you jailed or killed. You don’t really believe him. 

Feren 

Your presence in Mirkwood disturbs him and with the kinds of weapons described to him. He is on high alert. He questions you constantly day in and day out about weapons and defense methods. In the middle of the night even! He's possibly even more persistent about it than Thranduil. While on one hand he can sympathize with you about the enemies you face in your world but on the other hand he is more concerned about you having brought those enemies with you. 

Meludir 

Poor thing. He has such a fear of the weapons you tell him about. However, he puffs up his chest with courage and says if his king asks him to fight he would.

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yet ANOTHER 'fWhip can't take care of himself and refuses to rest' - ScottfWhipJimmy

You guys said you wanted this so I wrote it :} (I might have been watching Martyn's vault hunters streams as background noise...)

Jimmy's favourite part of the emperor's meets at Grimlands was when he could leave and no longer listen to Joel complain about how the count was dressed. Mostly that it did not suit a noble, not to say an emperor with the Crown. Who cared if fWhip lived his life in dusty and muddy, too-big-for-him coats and falling-apart scarves? Jimmy certainly didn't, especially since the whole conflict between them has ended.

"I think I left my notes," he sighed to Lizzie, Joel and Scott. 

"I'll wait here," the elf said, already leaning against a wall. They did have a meeting scheduled to talk about some stuff - mostly so Scott could have a break from his brother and advisors.

Since Lizzie and Joel had their own things to get back so they left - Lizzie did threaten Scott to make sure Jimmy was not hurt. Not that many things could hurt an eight feet tall demigod who could at will strike all his problems with thunder. And so Jimmy hurried back to the meeting room.

To his shock fWhip was still there. Jimmy expected he went to discuss some WRA business but he was just slumped in his chair. "Sorry, I forgot my..." Jimmy started to apologise, just in case fWhip was actually doing something important, but froze when the Lord Emperor... snored and shifted a bit. 

Was he really asleep or messing with Jimmy? When would he fall asleep even? The meeting ended barely like five minutes ago. And now that Jimmy was thinking about it fWhip did look a bit tired and even yawned a few times. But to fall asleep this fast? He must have been exhausted. And... maybe looked a bit cute all wrapped in his coat, scarf and draconic wings with his mouth slightly open. But no matter how cute he looked or how comfy the chairs in the meeting hall were it was probably not the best spot for a nap.

He did have Scott waiting for him but there was no way he was leaving fWhip like this. So after grabbing his papers and shoving them into his bag Jimmy gently shook fWhip. "fWhip? Don't you have a bed somewhere?" he asked just quiet enough so anyone walking past the room wouldn't - hopefully- hear him, and shook the half-dragon. 

Nothing so plan B it was - calling Scott so he was not annoyed he had to wait and explaining the situation to him. 

Scott was quickly back in the meeting room and sighed as soon as he saw fWhip. "He's overworking himself again," he said and poked fWhip. Not even his cold hands could wake the slumbering dragon. "I found him like this a few times back when Rivendell was in the WRA," he explained. "He'll overwork himself and then sleep in the most random places. Like the top of his workbench and then pretend he's fine. We definitely should move him somewhere more comfortable."

Luckily they were literally inside fWhip's manor so all they had to do was find a bed. Any bed. And put fWhip in it. All while avoiding any staff and guards so they would not alert fWhip's siblings and allies. They wanted to put him somewhere comfortable. Not start a war. Luckily they didn't have to wander too much and there wasn't that much staff in the manor. Maybe because of the meeting? 

"I think it might be fWhip's bedroom," Scott hummed looking about as Jimmy set the sleeping count on the bed. "Looks like no one slept here in a while," he explained but Jimmy had a different problem.

"Scott? He's not letting go of me..." Jimmy whispered, at this point afraid to wake fWhip up. And got pulled even closer as fWhip mumbled something in his sleep. Low and growly but illegible. "Scott? Help... please..."

"How exactly am I supposed to help? I'm sure you're strong enough to break out," Scott chuckled. "And it's nice to see you two not arguing without Gem and Lizzie around," he added and sat on the bed.

It was a mistake as fWhip's arm which was not holding Jimmy hostage for fear of breaking the count's limbs, grabbed his long braid and pulled him into the hug. Mumbling something just for a second and shifting with an annoyed half-growl until he was comfy enough between too shocked to resist Scott and Jimmy.

"I think we're stuck here," Jimmy whispered, giving up and cuddling fWhip. He was not fighting long, covered in deep dark red scales tail wrapped around his leg. Scott sighed and said nothing but also gave up to the tight grip the living furnace that fWhip was, had on him. It was quite a pleasant change from the constant chill his affinity for ice magic came with.

*several hours later*

fWhip had no recollection of ever leaving the quickly tossed together by his staff meeting room and going to bed. Or Scott and Jimmy ever joining him as pleasant as it was to be stuck between them despite Jimmy's sharp scales and how cold Scott always was. His dragon part was happy and it took him a second to register that he was purring. Not something he did often, growling at annoying people was a more common presentation of his dragon instincts.

"Had a nice nap, sunflower?" Scott hummed, shifting a bit but not pulling away. "You're purring..."

"It's cute," Jimmy yawned from behind fWhip pulling both of them to himself. "Morning, firecracker."

fWhip could only hum as his dragon brain melted in all the affection. Dragons were as he discovered shockingly clingy and cuddly which made his day-to-day life a bit miserable as it made him constantly touch-starved. It was so bad he wasn't even questioning why Jimmy and Scott were in his bed anymore. Just hoping they'd stay a bit longer.

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POLARIS - North Star [short fantasy snippet]

A character introduction for a story co-created with @heirmyst about personified immortal Stars secretly living on Earth. Previous posts: [SUN] [ARCTURUS] [VEGA] Next post: [ABYSS] Word count: 1492

Polaris strummed to drown out the island’s panic. 

He strummed so intensely that a string snapped with a sickening metallic reverb, for the third time that week. Normally, this would have been when he stopped, took a moment to breathe as he replaced the string, and calmly put the guitar aside until he needed it again. But as it happened, he called into the empty, cavernous meeting room far ahead of time, and now was supposed to be when others began to come in. He had to be present at the head of the table to greet them. It would be painfully awkward to leave now.

Besides, the king was missing. All normality went out the window, did it not?

Before the horrific implications of the thought had time to sink in, Polaris assaulted his own ears with a haphazard, five-string melody, still preferable to the alternative. “Don’t think,” he warned himself. “Just keep going...” 

Impossibly fast footsteps pierced through his sound bubble. Polaris placed them immediately from the speed, but was allowed no time to brace for the nonsense before the door flung open.

“Oh,” Arcturus said, perpetual frown deepening as he realized they were the only ones in the room. “It’s just you.”

“Unfortunately,” Polaris agreed. He shoved the guitar below the table so no inconvenient questions would come his way. “How have you been?”

He blinked. “You saw me literally just a few hours ago for a mission report.”

“Ah.” Had he? Polaris couldn’t remember. Time and conversations blended together into white noise lately. All he was sure about was that four days ago, the sun went dark. “Well. Clearly, your ‘report’ was only part useful information and mostly undue criticism, then.”

Arcturus stiffened, letting Polaris know the accusation was on point. Though frankly, it was not a hard guess. “It’s completely warranted, actually. How long do you plan to sit around and—”

“For skies’ sake, Arc, leave him alone.” Procyon entered, hand in hand with Sirius. “I swear, the world could end and you still wouldn't stop sniping pointlessly.”

Arcturus stepped back to let both of them through, still scowling at Polaris. “He started this one.”

“Sure he did,” Sirius said, though the strained smile beneath his mask did not reach his eyes. He nodded toward Polaris. “All set?”

By now, Polaris knew the question was a formality and the answer carried just as little significance, but he met it with an affirmative smile regardless, moving his guitar even further out of view. 

Stars filed into the room, each with their own extended opinion piece on the situation. Polaris listened, because that was his job. He had to make a conscious effort to avoid mentally compiling the information into easy reports for the king.

Focus. He isn’t here right now, Polaris kept telling himself. You, however, are. Make it count.

Just as he was about to begin, one glaringly empty seat gave him pause. He addressed the gathered Stars, all occupied in talking amongst themselves. “Has anyone seen Ri—”

The skylight burst open, allowing in a freezing gust of wind. The building’s walls lost their glow for a moment, flickering dangerously. Stars closest to the center of the room ducked for cover, but they didn’t need to, because Rigel flew in. He promptly summoned a temporary net above everyone’s heads to stand by as he pulled the skylight securely shut. Furious raindrops, successfully stopped, continued to splash across the panes. 

Relief filled the room, cut short by a thunderous peal from within. Everyone’s heads turned in Polaris’ direction.

“Hey!” Arcturus grabbed Polaris’ hand before it drifted below to reach for the guitar, fixing him with an impatient glare. “Get it together. Start the goddamn meeting.”

Polaris straightened up, face warm with embarrassment as he collected himself. The unintentional booming sound he had let loose subsided. “Thank you all for coming,” he said, eager to move past the moment of weakness. “Rigel, I believe we should begin with you.”

Rigel, still recovering and taking his seat, snapped to attention. He cursed under his breath, not quietly enough to slip by Polaris. Though, to be fair, not many things could evade his hearing unless he wanted them to. Sirius gave Rigel an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder. 

“Uh. I didn’t find Bett.” Rigel pointed at the mess above the skylight. “Obviously. Cyon tracked the explosions well, but every time I got to a place… Bett was already somewhere else.”

“There’s no way for me to account for the storms either,” Procyon added.

Polaris nodded. “Stars keep falling to this… Abyss sickness. The few we were able to catch are contained in the cell block for everyone’s safety. More powerful ones evade us, like Betelgeuse.”

Methuselah cleared her throat from the far end of the table. “Forgetting to mention someone, are we, North Star?”

Polaris sighed. “It’s hardly a matter anyone can forget,” he said carefully. “Our searches for the king have come up empty. We have at least one scouting group out for him at all hours, and yet…”

“This is a problem,” Arcturus said, as if anyone needed to be told. “And clearly, sitting around isn’t an option. If we don’t take this on now—”

“We don’t know what we’re up against!” Polaris retaliated. “The only person on this island who would is…” He trailed off. There was no need to finish.

Rigel stared at him. “Are you saying we should give up? Be okay with losing our people?”

“That isn’t what I—” he began, but it was no use. 

“Whether or not we want it, they are gone,” Methuselah said. “Lost causes, if the Abyss has tainted them so.”

And that was it. He’d lost them. The room devolved into panic and heated argument. Rigel’s panic, Procyon’s emergency data, Methuselah’s call to tradition, Arcturus’ need for immediate action, everyone’s terror about being the next to fall… all of it collided in a cacophony, transcending the peace and diplomacy that had been the lynchpin keeping together Polaris’ stint as North Star. Worse, he didn’t have the king to back him up.

Polaris heard every shouted point in exhaustive detail and finally had enough. He brought a fist down hard on the table, the boom shocking everyone into silence. “Stop,” Polaris said, “acting like he’s gone!” 

When he looked up, every Star’s eyes were wide, trained on him. Usually, that amount of attention would be accompanied by smiles, because it would be directed toward a song Polaris played, or a celebratory announcement of the king’s entrance.

Now, all he saw in those faces was desperation laid bare.

“The darkness that overtook the sun lasted one hour,” he went on, speaking from the heart. “Because he is still out there. The sun goes on rising, clouded as it might be, because he will return to us! This is a difficult time, but if you’ll all do everyone a favor and have the slightest modicum of faith in the eternal pillar of Stardom… well. That will do us a far greater service than endless, futile dispute in the eye of a storm, don’t you agree?”

Polaris sat back down, tentatively studying the reactions. Rigel and some others, he’d successfully calmed, while the rest at least got something to chew on. Even Arcturus eyed him with some small amount of surprise.

Sirius slowly raised a hand. 

“Please,” Polaris said, motioning for him to go on. It was only right for the highest ranked Star present to speak. “The sky is yours.”

“Your words are all true,” he said. “But still, as it stands now… tomorrow marks our fifth day with no sign of the king in sight.”

Polaris’ prepared reassurance died on his tongue at the strange emphasis Sirius placed on the time. He wasn’t the only one who noticed, either. Rigel’s eyes regained the light they’d lost in the past days. Arcturus sank deeper into his seat with a quiet “Shit…”, while Methuselah hardened her gaze, as if warning everyone present to choose their words wisely.

“Polaris,” Sirius continued. “As North Star, you’ve sworn to be the voice of the Stars and Sol’s trusted second. His crown is still formally in your keeping, right?”

He nodded, confused about why he was being asked. Of course he still had it; Sol had entrusted it to him during the Equinox and tasked him with renewing its light. More whispers drifted across the room, but instead of panic, they carried… hope.

Why did that scare Polaris even more?

“Then it’s settled,” Sirius said, and looked at Polaris as if to apologize in advance for what he was about to say. “If Sol’s not back by tomorrow… you take the throne until he is.”

Arcturus let out a disbelieving laugh. “Acting king Polaris,” he said, with a note of abject horror that matched Polaris’ own. “We’re doomed.”

When overwhelmed voices began to crowd the room once more, Polaris could only meet them with stunned, paralyzed silence. 

[pyrookami]

Demon's Run 6

The fight goes on but what's it for

When a good man goes to war

Gru was having a good day. His territory was unopposed by any other males, his mate was with eggs guarding them at this very moment, and the tide had just gone out leaving plenty of edibles for him to gorge himself on and still bring his mate plenty. As a bonus, the red sun was beaming down warmly on his scaled back warming him nicely. He paused as a noise drew his attention, but where was that noise coming from? Not below the ground wasn’t vibrating so that also meant not from the beach. Warily gru scanned the slowly splashing waves but no sign of anything aside from them. That could only mean from above! There were few predators large enough to fear from above but that is what made looking up necessary. Moving slowly so his natural coloring could give him as much camouflage as possible gru cast a wary eye to the slowly darkening skies. Up above him wasn’t a predator he had ever seen before! Odd, not many predators would have such an easy to spot color. To gru it looked like a piece of the land was flying, like one of the many gods thought it would be fun to throw a piece of the ground lichen and all through the firmament. Then as he watched another predator seemed to materialize in the sky! This predator sent a small shiver down his body as its swept wings and light coloration mimicked his most feared predator, the winged and taloned kind. Yet this one moved differently than any of the normal predators, its wings never flapped and from its tail was light bright like the sun. both predators seemed to be doing an aerial mating dance weaving around each other in complex patterns so fast gru could barely keep up with his eye. The just as suddenly another appeared in the sky and the pattern grew even more complex and frenetic. It dawned on gru this was no dance or mating ritual; these creatures were struggling to survive.

The display went on for what felt like all day to gru but was mere moments before it ended with the shiny predator that reflected the ground like the water reflected the sky suddenly losing all its former grace and dropping from the sky. As it fell it left an inky darkness behind it, gru guessed it had been wounded somehow but besides the constant roars and multiple peels of thunder in the clear sky he had no idea what could have wounded it without touching it. The remaining predators circled until another thunderous boom was heard. With a mighty roar both disappeared back into the sky. Gru shook himself from his daze brought on by witnessing something literally not of his world, before he scurried off following the inky black trail in the sky, forgetting completely his original purpose for being on the beach right then.

The sun was significantly closer to the edge of the horizon by the time gru was within sight of the grounded flyer. Yet, he was not disappointed when he laid eyes on the silver craft jutting out of a long trench dug by its unwanted landing. Surprisingly the thing seemed to be mostly in one piece, and no matter how gru strained his sight he could not see blood of any kind from the multitude of injuries to the skin of the craft. Movement caught gru’s attention from the top of the creature. A smaller creature was moving around on the silvery skin of the predator. It seemed like a panicked worm freshly dug up and while it didn’t wriggle like one was most definitely distressed. Then another of the things was moving around the ground around the predator. Gru tilted his head both seemed so small here, but he was still many body lengths away. So, that must mean like the trees that grew as he came closer these would probably grow until the downed predator was larger than his largest known predator, the many teeth.

AS gru curiously observed the strange site of creatures climbing out of the downed predator they began moving about it with some sort of purpose. What that purpose was gru couldn’t understand but it seemed vital to the strange grey creatures. Another loud noise this time loud enough for gru to be blown off his clawed feet and slightly down the rock formation he had been perched on. Looking up from his landing point Gru couldn’t believe what he saw. In the air above the downed predator and its apparent parasites hung yet another flying creature, this one was blockier and less elegant than the first two, yet its presence sent the gray creatures into an even more panicked state. And upon its landing its shell cracked open revealing a dozen or so carapaced creatures dark green in color holding something in their paws. Gru sat frozen, this insect was large enough to have its own hive defenders? He saw no stings and yet the things the defenders held filled him with worry and dread.

Almost as one the defenders split into two groups and ran to angled flanking positions, each raised the narrow ends to point at the gray creatures and a cacophony of sound erupted and then was silent. Gru both blinked and licked each eye in succession to make sure he was seeing properly. All the gray creatures were down no longer moving and unlike their host they were leaving a blue substance gru guessed was blood. It wasn’t green like his or even the muted red of the fish he so loved to snack on. Their apparent job done, the defenders turned around and reentered the creature they had left in the same way, its shell closed as the last one entered, and it rose into the air once again. Oddly unlike its predecessor this creature moved to hover over the silver creature and a group of tendrils dropped from its belly all latching onto the downed creature. Gru realized they must have been a mated pair with the male hunting and the female using her hive defenders to deal with parasites before gathering their kill to eat. Still fascinated gru watched until the two creatures were no longer in sight.

[darkimpala1897]

Completely canon qoutes from my season five au aka the au from my story warmth.

Jason taking his frustrations on a dead demodog using ammo they can't spare. Steve grabbing onto his shoulder frustrated,

Steve: "That's enough Carver, we don't have the ammo to do that. Now come on."

Steve going back to the front of the group, Jason throws the empty clip frustrated.

Jason: "Fucking cracker."

Two hours later.

Jason eating with Robin, Nancy and Andy, Steve was telling everyone his plans. Once he was done he looks towards Jason.

Steve: "Oh and Jason I'm not a cracker I'm better than that.

Everyone burst out laughing including Jason.

Gareth getting side swided by a bat, Eddie immediately ran to his side.

Eddie: "Gare!"

Gareth was alright he was just frazzled, he looked towards Eddie.

Gareth: "I'm alright, am I alright?"

Eddie nodded immediately hugging him because that scared him more than Gareth.

Their first winter in the end of the world, they have been walking for hours everyone was tired it wasn't even funny. Eddie trying to cheer everyone up. He looks towards Chance.

Eddie: "You got extra socks?"

Chance so confused knowing he must have missed have a conversation a little while back.

Chance: "Extra socks?"

Everyone snorts knowing what was coming.

Eddie and everyone: "Yea extra socks for feet, hands and balls."

Chance snorts so confused mostly because he was so tired.

Eddie clapping so happy everyone remembered: "Yay everyone remembers that one."

Jason watching everyone eating, it was snowing slightly. It made him happy seeing people laughing again, he had a medic's arm band around his jacket that Eddie made for him. Robin was coming around passing around beans and very stale ginger snaps. Eddie puts out his mug wanting more.

Eddie: "Robin, Robin me me please."

She dumps more into his mug before continuing on.

Andy completely grossed out: "This smells like my armpit."

Steve looking at a ginger snap wondering if he could use it as a weapon: "At least you're armpit is warm."

Robin being a smartass looking at them: "Would you like syrup with that ladies?"

Steve having a feeling Robin was lying about it being beans and was instead heated up dog food.

Steve: "Robin be honest with me, what is this?"

Robin holding back laughter: "Nothing you wouldn't eat in the real world Steve."

Andy: "I wouldn't eat Steve."

Everyone bursts out laughing because they were tired and cold.

Everyone talking about wounds with each other.

Eddie: "I'm missing a nipple."

Jeff trying to one up him.

Jeff: "Kevin got bitten in the ass back in Hawkins."

Chance decided to jump in on this.

Chance: "I almost lost my nuts crossing that highway those dam bats, but hey I have the coolest face scar so suck it."

Steve shaking his head listening to them, he looked towards Robin who was snickering.

Robin: "You most family traditions are normal, no ours is getting bit in the ass."

Steve bursts out laughing because it was so true.

Jason looked towards Chance: "How are those nuts Chance?"

Chance: "Their fine Jay so nice of you for asking."

The group finally finding house after months after being outside, there all sitting together in the beds which were pushed again. They hear one little noise and they take off cockroaches. Even though it was literally thunder. They started hiding up tables cabinets if it could fit them they climbed in. Everyone once they realized it was thunder bursts out laughing.

Dustin: "I think that was just thunder."

Everyone absolutely dying at each other.

Andy holding onto his hat looking at Lucas: "You scream like a girl."

Lucas gently shoving you: "I think that was just you."

The first time they managed to hot wire a school bus just to drive around, Nancy looking towards Robin wondering what she was doing.

Nancy: "Robin what you doing?"

Robin looking up from her notebook: "Um writing."

Nancy: "No shit, I can see that. What you writing about?"

Robin: "About the upside down."

Nancy completely curious: "Why Ro?"

Robin who's very tired and not really there.

Robin: "Well appears the upside down is bad, I thought I would write about it. Very bad stuff Nancy."

Eddie who was overhearing looks at her: "You don't say, the upside down is bad uh."

Eddie looks towards Steve who was just trying to brush his teeth because they had the supplies.

Eddie: "Hey Steve, Robin is writing about how the upside down is bad."

Nancy smacked him one well Steve was laughing.

Jason reading a book in his, Eddie and Steve foxhole, Eddie popped his head in looking at him.

Eddie: "What you doing?"

Jason: "Reading, taking a break."

Eddie: "Oh really, I love to read."

Steve appears out of nowhere looking towards him shaking his head knowing Eddie was just trying to impress Jason.

You're welcome I love just building a little universe around certain stories of mine, that I'm super proud of.

[starkcanvas]

Ooh some baby Sunny phobias could be

1) Needles: Really just pointy things in general. Mari will have to hold his hand every time he gets a shot.

2) The dark: Mostly only when he’s young. With his over active imagination he sees monsters in the dark that are usually just normal objects

3) Being alone: Kinda carried over from base game. He just likes the presence of somebody and will get very anxious when nobody is around.

And a bonus Mari one

She has fears of abandonment from her father. She wants to overachieve and be ‘perfect’ due to intrusive thoughts that tell her her dads will abandon her if she doesn’t due well enough. Of course it’s all in her head, but she still scarred from Jin.

Love all 3 of the Sunny ones :) and I honestly relate to the needle one ^^ they still freak me out too lmao

Trypanophonia (Needles), Nyctophobia (The Dark), Arachnophobia (Spiders, and Autophobia/Monophobia (being alone) for Sunny sound good ^^

Although for the Mari one- that’s a really good one, but I’m assuming this develops AFTER her and Sunny learn they’re adopted and are a bit older? Because since Mari and Sunny were abandoned at such a young age, I don’t think Jin thought of applying any sort of pressure on Mari because, well, he decided he wasn’t gonna keep either of his kids. So the perfectionism Mari had in game didn’t really form due to there being none of Jin’s toxic mindset being forced onto her as she grows up.

That and the reason for the abandonment was due to Jin blaming Sunny’s literal birth for the death of June. Something a 3-year old Mari couldn’t really control ^^;

I like the fear of abandonment :O but jsjwbuwdhufeij idk I’m stroking out and having a hard time putting it into words how I want it to work 🤔

Although, one fear I can see Mari having due to the night her and Sunny got abandoned is a mix of Astraphobia and Ombrophobia:

A fear of Thunder and Lightning, and a fear of Intense Rain respectively.

It was late October so the weather was pretty crappy and cold ;-; plus the blurry memories of being yelled at to shut up while in an environment that’s making you freak out, holding your crying baby brother in your arms, and sitting in a damp and chilly cardboard box leaned up against a wall all while slowly getting sick with a fever.

Just… Mari hates thunderstorms and typhoons… if one ever happens, Klaus and Del get her noise-cancelling headphones and shut all the curtains in the manor so she doesn’t see the weather of lightning flashes.

[nanjokei]

top five genres of music 🫡

no particular order

1. denpa - genre is still alive in my heart. god will strike down kawaii future bass with his righteous thunder. i genuinely think that its kawaii future bass's fault— i know a lot of people blame it on denpa singers becoming vtubers but i dunno, the denpa singers that i know that took on those careers still do denpa stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ on the other hand all the singers that have pivoted to kawaii future bass don't do denpa anymore. I HATE KAWAII FUTURE BASS AHHHHHHHH AHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH ITS SO HORRIBLE IT DOESNT EVEN SOUND GOOD STOP WITH THE FINGER SNAPPING AND POPPING NOISES AND GARAGEBAND LOOPS LITERALLY THE MOST BRAINDEAD MUSIC POSSIBLE *gets hit over the head with a mallet* anyway. sorry about that

2. shoegaze - SHOEGAZE NEEDS TO COME BACK!!! where is MIKGAZER II!!! i fucking love shoegaze. incredibly good and underrated genre i will not let people make it the butt of every "lol average nerdy white boy music" STFU!!!!!!

3. folk/fantasy/traditional/whatever the person tagging the music is calling it - are you seeing a pattern here. i just really like stuff thats kind of sequestered to doujin music, niche or kinda dead... i love both vocal songs and instrumentals of this genre. i just want to feel like im in a 16 bit console or ps2 jrpg at all times. yes specifically those descriptors. please understand

4. synthpop - i feel like this has been dead since the early 2010s but when jpop and kpop were into this sound >>>> (think lovegazer (album) btw its really fucked up how much deco seems to hate this album. ik some of the songs are on the 2008-2014 comp but not all of them... he wants to erase this and his gumi songs so bad. but to me i love this so much its such a strong album)

5. eurobeat - i know god is kind because eurobeat exists

h/m - not really a genre but, DTM music in general - i really fucking love DTM music from the early 90s to mid 00s. i fucking love amateur midi music. i think its natural bc i grew up in a time where midi music was still really common + a lot of my interests (largely subculture) have crossover into music and a lot of producers started off as desktop music nerds or had love for such a subculture. (and ofc a lot of early post-miku vocaloid music had that charming sort of DTMer midi touch to it so its triple the nostalgia) this isnt the most subversive example, but i really love this album like crazy

also another h/m is 2nd gen kpop. i am not a kpop guy, i only had friend's recs in the early 10's— but i have a lot of love for that music and that is what kpop is to me. i don't really like a lot of the current trends (songs almost entirely in english, egregious rapping where none of the members have any flow, everything being girl crush) its just not fun to me. i think current kpop needs to be fun again its too serious, then i might actually get more into it or at least enjoy it as a bystander. more songs like this please

another h/m, mostly cause its such a jumble of genres to me— in general im not good at identifying genres. but i love moody rock stuff, all the soft rocks, folk rocks and alternative shit but i also love grunge and emo and all that. just the pure vibes but im mostly talking about the stuff that usually falls under alternative barring grunge and emo. idk how to describe it...

also gothic stuff like whatever ali project is on

[waaboozwiiyaas]

a little chopped garlic blended by hand into ground beef before grilling on the flat top

juicy yet charred just enough

topped with candied jalapeños and pineapple, swiss cheese on a flat top toasted butter bun

fries fresh from the fryer oil and shake-seasoned in a chili garlic salt and garnished with fresh green onion

pickle spears on the side

and a cherry cola float

ketchup bottle on the table

the diner jukebox plays songs you think you've never heard yet you know almost every word coming before they're sung

your mind might be a swiss army knife but your memory is sharper swiss cheese and you don't remember when you've last eaten or been on stable ground before today or why you haven't

and the waitress is restocking napkins at other tables all empty and she smiles at you like an old friend might with eyeshine and softness

no wallet in your pockets just wads of cash

almost all fifties you think

and a soft soft rabbit foot dyed a tangerine orange and a cold hard metal flamingo shaped bottle opener on the same keychain with keys you don't recognize

an empty heart-shaped locket and a knife you should probably rinse at the very least

your old boots were missing

lucky the tread to town wasn't too rocky didn't have too many sharps mostly soft soft grass

you have shiny new shoes to break in

and a long way to go to you don't know where yet from an open 6 foot hole in a field with multicolor eye static fuzzies floating all around

and the rest you only remember as a literal roller coaster past and through fast cars on long highways, hospital machinery, grocery store fluorescents, shopping mall fountains, casino and bar lights at night, sunlight on rippling water, tree swings, fireworks bursting into the shimmering of stars getting closer and a void

all throughout passing vague shapes of people through the haze

dirt ashes glass shards needles sharp rocks grit shred

all set to constant electronic noises aside slamming of doors and shattering glass and thunder cracking or is it that rifle

lightning flashes through your skull anyway

distortion and reverb

hand to stove

hand to stove

hand to stove

let go

stop being so

and the soil and the burnt sugar cotton candy and gunpowder smell linger on you like the cat hair and dirt and grass stains on your pants - too clingy, sticky

'least your hands washed easy

you feel rested like you'll never need rest again

you sip your float

and holy heavenly fuck you're beyond relieved to wash the taste of metal and dirt out of your mouth

and to find this comfort in the way the sun shines through the window not too harsh just right and golden like that locket

you eat and try not to close your eyes for too long again