#meet "my" decorator

[softcarabiner]

need to be a college professor so I can have a little office decorated with little trinkets and where my little students can come hang out with me

[carvinglies]

Soulmate au part two: Creepypasta

part 1 || part 3 || part 4 Requests are open!

tw: mentions of flesh eating in EJ’s part

Sharing tattoo’s: Jason the toymaker

Jason didn’t think he would ever have a soulmate but desperately wanted someone to be with him and play for eternity. In that desperation, he stole many soulmates from their other half which went on for a while until Jason was tinkering with his newest doll adding on his “special” additions, when he felt a stinging sensation on his upper thigh. Pulling up his pant leg, he stared at the new ink on his leg confused before it hit him– he had a soulmate! A playmate for eternity was destined to meet him, that overjoyed Jason. He dropped his project to go find this soulmate of his, the blue door in his workshop beckoning him as he stepped inside to search. Days long searching ensued before Jason found himself standing in front of his destiny bound soulmate.

“Would you play with me forever?” The burgundy haired male asked the person as they stared wide eyed.

First words to soulmate written on their body:Bloodypainter

Helen never had time to worry about soulmates when he was younger but when he found his passion for painting the idea of being bound to another inspired him to no end. Ever since he was a kid Helen had the words, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.” Written on him, anyone he showed would laugh at it but Helen just found it confusing who says that to someone they just met? Well that’s what he thought before knocking over someone in the street when he went to go buy art supplies.

Before he could get out a sorry the person grinned bashadly loudly speaking, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

Words that describe their soulmate are written on them:Jeff the killer

Jeff honestly never gave two shits who his soulmate was thinking they just had some weird words scribbled on them due to their method of connection. He had no reason to go out looking for his soulmate. Thinking and I quote, “if destiny really wanted us to be soulmates they would meet me themselves.” So that’s exactly what destiny did. Jeff was forced to go out for snacks by BEN grumbling through his mask he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around he glared at who disturbed him. “Sorry to disturb you but you kinda look like my writing,” they looked around before continuing, “I was wondering if you were, y’know, who I think you are?” 

Gravitational pull towards their soulmate:Laughing Jack

It pissed Laughing Jack off when it began the constant feeling of being pulled in a direction even if it’s easy to resist gets annoying. He can’t even escape it inside his box! Jumping around from house to house especially is harder if you no longer can stay long from the pull forcing you away. Laughing Jack was relieved when the pull wasn’t as harsh anymore when he was at the nearest carnival looking to terrorize kids, well that was the case before the pull suddenly ramped it up and flung laughing Jack colliding with someone else who seemed to have been thrown too.

The person held their head as they awkwardly waved blabbering out the first sentence that came to mind, “So hey soulmate? I guess?”

Ink marks that move towards your soulmate:Eyeless Jack 

It was hard looking for your soulmate while being swamped with work from medical school, and even harder after being sacrificed and turned into an unwilling flesh eating demon. While past Jack would have loved to meet his soulmate the one that’s here now feared the possibility of eating them accidentally the ideas of the what if’s flooding into his head as he stared at the smoke like tattoo’s decorating his arms. Sometimes when Jack was a child he would play this game where he would walk forward watching as the tattoos reached out towards the direction his soulmate was curling around his arms before receding when he stepped back. Eyeless Jack while a recluse craved normality so he finally exited his cabin towards the nearest store. While checking out his items, ones he didn’t really need but anything to feel normal he supposed, the cashier's hand touched his tattoos burned as the burning sensation spread all the way to his hand. Jack assumed the cashier felt it too watching they gawked.

Regaining their composure they began to tease him, “what took you so long?”

Seeing the world in black and white till you meet your soulmate :Ticci toby

Toby was always curious about how colors looked, what if he was wearing a horrendously color matched outfit and couldn’t tell because he couldn't see it? What if his favorite knitted sweater from when he was little was a piss colored yellow? So many questions have gone unanswered it still annoys him that he can’t see colors what if yellow was a whole different color then what he thought it was, well Cupid decided today he would find out as leaves crunched under his foot as Toby walked the woods coming across someone sitting on the cliff looking out at the city below them, when he stepped on a particular damp twig they whipped their head around locking eyes with Toby. Colors flooded both of their senses overwhelmingly so, Toby swore he could smell them too at the beginning.

Overwhelmed with shock his soulmate jumped up running towards him stopping halfway before beginning their sentence feverishly, “Nice to meet you!” They extended their hand for a handshake, Toby cautiously stepped forward before recorpirating 

[clairdelunelove]

heart on the court

basketballplayer!itadori yuuji x reader

genre: fluff! (basketball drabble!)

warnings: slight cursing, slightly suggestive?, mentions of injury (not graphic tho!)

synopsis: yuuji's the best on the court. athletic, reliable, and great sportsmanship. unfortunately for you, though, is that he's from the rival school. but suddenly he's spotting you in the crowd and you're patching up his injury. so of course he's getting your number.

a.n. noticed I missed writing about fics surrounding school so I went back to my roots lol. I stumbled across a pic of yuuji in a basketball jersey and felt COMPELLED to write this. so enjoy :3

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literally drooling at the thought of how itadori yuuji, who's on the rival school's basketball team, manages to get your number after the game.

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animated chatter buzzed throughout mobs of students at the promise of this evening’s basketball game. it was supposed to be a friendly match— doubling as a scrimmage so the players had some practice before the strict season games. a time where coaches put in their substitutes to introduce them into the team's dynamic. try out a couple skills, run some drills, and build up morale. but you, along with everyone else, knew what this game ensued when your rival school’s name was posted on the campus’ bulletin board. it wasn’t just your school that was hypervigilant either. word quickly spread that the other school’s roster had their infamous ace on it. known to sway the game’s outcome just by his presence on the court. you had missed the last game, caught up in a club meeting and the fear of missing out tugged at you to attend this time. the game was an event that the entire student population eagerly looked forward to. banners were made, glittery pieces that had some sort of motivational quote plastered on it, confetti was cut, and balloons were blown up to decorate the school’s gymnasium. and, of course, girls’ crafted signs to cheer their boyfriends on during the match. the game was a huge, notable affair that deviated from the school's mundane schedule– and you wouldn’t miss it even if you had to scurry right after film class ended. 

basketballplayer!yuuji who audibly gasps as he steps into your school’s gymnasium. the building is enormous– clean– and students are already occupying a majority of the bleachers. he’s clad in his team’s warm-up gear; branded sports jacket and baggy sweatpants that are ideal for practicing. the male would’ve blended in well if it wasn’t for the sleek headphones around his neck and how he expresses an impressed, “woah.” hand reaching up to push down the hood over his head, he shakes off the remnants of rain that cling onto him and does his best to rub the bottom of his sodden shoes on the entrance’s mat. he expected it to rain. packed an umbrella in the red gym bag slung over his shoulder but couldn’t be bothered to take it out. his teammates weren’t so prepared, however. raising their bags over their heads to stay dry and patting themselves off from the heavy sprinkle. just a small disadvantage from not being the school’s home team. unfortunate that the weather was gloomy for such an anticipated game. though, it doesn’t dim the team’s enthusiasm and the gymnasium’s atmosphere. just encourages the crowd’s ovation when the rival team saunters into the place. “they’re all fired up,” one of yuuji’s teammates remarked with a pleased smirk. 

basketballplayer!yuuji who warms-up with heavy music blasting through his headphones and a basketball in his hand. dropped his bag off near the sidelines before rummaging for the sweatband he usually wears. it’s a plain black fabric that helps keep his unruly hair away from his face. but really, the girls’ can’t help but notice how the sweatband emphasizes his dark undercut when he pushes it through his blushy hair. attractive in a way that captivates not only his school’s following but also the home team’s admirers. compensation, as some would call it, for watching the game. yet, yuuji never views it that way. puts himself in the zone while the rest of the team idle around; they’re likely found chatting with friends or winking at the girls on the bleachers. he strides on the court, politely waves to his school’s traveling fans before habitually dribbling the ball beside him. practices a couple layups and free throws to get the blood pumping. isn’t a huge fanatic of the attention that he gains from how precise his movements are but he’s aware that’s the price of being the team’s ace. 

basketballplayer!yuuji who, from the corner of his eye, spots you scrambling into the building. you freeze immediately. eyes widening at the sheer amount of people that crowded around the doors; most were dawdling while waiting for friends in order to grab a seat together. you pressed the stack of film books closer to your chest to endure the feverish pushing that came with the thrill of the evening game. wasn’t anything worth panicking about. just a couple elbows and shoulder nudging until a figure parts the loud crowd. “need some help?” unbeknownst to you, the rival school’s ace separated the sea of students to reach you and provide some assistance. well-mannered, polite, or considerate ought to be his middle name. you blink, speechless because you’re face to face with the attractive male. even has a pretty voice to match. yuuji allows you to blatantly stare– forever the patient person he is while grinning abashedly. “‘gonna take that as a yes,” he chuckles and raises his voice so you can hear him over the noise, “follow me!” ends up walking you to the slot of empty space where his duffel bag resides. his teammates toss a sleazy whistle over their shoulder which compels yuuji to mutter, “shut up, man,” before ushering you along. he’s still in a good mood by default. while accompanying him, you’re unable to refrain yourself from gawking. he’s all sharp features that melt into boyish charm when he interacts with you. “good movie, by the way,” he points to the book in your hand. “oh!” you glance at the film’s cover before smiling, “right? I finished it over the weekend and really liked it.” upon noticing that you’re chatting with him, he promptly slides off his headphones so he can hear you clearer. it’s a seemingly insignificant gesture but it warms your heart nonetheless. having genuine courtesy to others was utterly irresistible to you. the guys at your school didn’t hold a candle to him. begs you to wonder; who was he?

basketballplayer!yuuji who waits until you’re situated before hollering out a quick, “later!” dribbles back on court to join the team’s practice drills before the match and only shoots you a grin when he notices you’re staring. doesn’t bank on gaining anything from you– he’s authentically chivalrous. you, on the other hand, are absolutely intrigued by the blushy haired male from the rival school. wide, glimmering eyes on him as he’s zeroed in on passing the ball. the crowd’s clamor is only heightened when the warning whistle shrieks to indicate that– finally– it’s game time. yuuji shuffles over to pack his headphones and sweatband. ends up slicking his spiky hair behind his ears and earns a couple squeals of delight. he sheds off his jacket and sweatpants next; so he’s clad in the team’s official dark uniform. his sleeveless jersey cuts into a deep v-neck to unveil pretty collarbones that have you squinting to admire. even his baggy shorts can’t conceal the strength of his physique. as expected, he’s all lean muscle that overshadows anyone else on the court. yuuji shoots a good-natured thumbs up to your school’s players, places his hands on his thighs, and does a couple stagnant stretches before tip off. and gosh– can he play. remarkably, he’s everywhere on the court. rebounding shots, gaining points from layups, and taking the responsibility of every free throw. it’s impressive because he’s deemed as average height for a basketball player. yet, he’s the power forward that teams fantasize about. zips up and down the court without a hint of fatigue. the audience is glued to his every move too, becoming uncontrolled whenever he has possession of the ball. whistles and cheers whenever he manages his infamous dunk. hangs off the rim with a single hand while grinning gleefully at the crowd. bright eyes blazing with the kind of adrenaline a person only experiences from being unrivaled in their expertise. you’re even reveling in the ambience. cheering wholeheartedly for him (a player that’s not from your school) but sheepishly dialing back your enthusiasm when yuuji glances in your direction. 

basketballplayer!yuuji who’s unstoppable on the court. so unstoppable, in fact, that the only time he’s subbed out is when he’s on the receiving end of an offensive foul. catches a solid body-slam while he’s turned around so he scrapes his knee as an attempt to steady himself. the audience buzzes with distress when yuuji slowly picks himself back up. a teammate claps him on the back as he limps to the sideline bench at the next opportunity. he doesn’t seem like he’s in pain, though. cheerily waves and says, “hey!” when he recognizes you in the crowd. fortunately, the seat he found for you was perfect because now he’s situated a bleacher row below you. the coach hands him a damp towel which he uses to apply pressure on his bleeding knee. pressing the rag down to control the minor injury, he whirls around to ask you, “enjoying the game?” a gleam in his stare conveys a hope of praise that you’ll offer him. “I am!” you cup your mouth with a hand so you’re audible over the crowd, “you’re great!” lifting an arm to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, he smiles broadly, “am I?” and the tone in his voice reveals genuine curiosity. he’s not attempting to coax more compliments out of you, no, yuuji’s real intent is to keep conversing with you. you’re nodding right away, head bobbing so vigorously that he ends up chuckling. “how’s your knee? that was a nasty fall.” you point to where the rag has splotches of crimson on it. “fine,” he smoothly replies with a casual shrug to ease the worry written on your face, “I’ve dealt with worse.” then, you reach into your backpack to hand him a bandaid while sheepishly avoiding his gaze, “I have this if you want to use it.” the patch is a soft-hued color and has an animated character cheering on it. yuuji decides it’s cute– like you. his cheeks are set aflame as his slender fingers work to press it over his scraped knee. pats it for good measure to demonstrate that it’s better. you made it better. “thanks!” ill-timed, his coach advises him that he’ll be back on the court soon so he extends his legs to stretch the muscles. he’s guided to the substitution area but before he hops back on the court, he turns to call out to you, “will I see you after the game?”

basketballplayer!yuuji who’s reduced to clumsy pauses and splutters when he finds you waiting for him after his game. it was a formidable match but his flawless performance just gave his team the upper-hand. the crowd was satisfied, though. buzzing with compliments for yuuji and his athleticism– the usual revelation that causes his supporters to steadily grow. slinging a towel over his shoulder, he grabs his duffel bag, takes out his umbrella, and tosses in a couple praising remarks to his teammates before ambling over to the gymnasium’s exit. he’s in a grand mood; the crowd was wild, his teammates/coach were pleased with him, and the endorphins consuming him after the spectacular game were pumping through him. yet, the rival school’s star player literally stumbles on his feet when he finds you patiently waiting for him. you’re all soft, delicate features that are only enhanced in the building’s fluorescence. a beauty that he’d be damned to remember if he saw you passing through his school’s hallways. although, his favorite part of you was the sparkling smile on your glossy lips when you caught a glimpse of him. blindly, he makes his way over to you. and boy is he a stuttering mess. red-faced and sweaty, yuuji manages to get your name and immediately mentions that it matches you. “it’s pretty,” he clarifies when you tilt your head in skepticism. overall, the two of you are interrupted multiple times (with students asking for pictures or chatting post-game with him) and he’s hastily apologizing for the inconvenience each time. dark brows shooting up, he’s the epitome of panic as his gaze darts to the line of people waiting for his regard. “sorry!” yuuji sheepishly bows his head while explaining, “it’s usually not, uh, like this after games–” and his hand reaches out to guide you to a spot that’s less crowded but you’re giggling at how ruffled he is about the whole ordeal. “they seem to like you a lot,” you bring up as his hand gently closes over your wrist after leading you to a place outside of the building. it's sprinkling, droplets catching on your lashes and he hastily opens his umbrella for you. slowly, you’re drawn closer to him and the warmth he exudes. your fingertips move to graze over his calloused knuckles, a spellbound guise in your gaze. he chokes on his breath. “how about you?” he inquires, unexpectedly meek and tender now that the two of you are alone, “I mean, how do you feel about me?” and it’s safe to say that when you slip your number into his hand, the adoration is mutual. 

[cranberrv]

so high school

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you run into your high-school sweetheart, darrel curtis.

( a/n : this isn’t my best work but not every piece has to be my fave! hope u cuties enjoy nonetheless, sorry i have no idea how to write darry )

his brown eyes met yours from across the classroom for the first time since grade 12.

your heart sank. you thought darry would’ve left by now, started his career as a successful football player or something even better, but he was standing in your classroom, still in tulsa.

your entire teenage years flash before your eyes — running on the field to kiss the quarterback, playing kiss marry kill, driving to parties, meeting his family. he looked the same.

darry’s eyes widen as he sees you. he elbows ponyboy. “you did not tell me that y/n l/n was your geography teacher.” he whispers.

“you’d of freaked if i had told you, man,” ponyboy whispers back.

tonight was parent-teacher interviews. one of your best students was ponyboy curtis, little brother of your high-school sweetheart. they were greasers, and you were a soc, but that never stopped you from going over to their house everyday, back when you were bittersweet 16.

“darry curtis,” you say softly, smiling gently. “long time no see.”

he avoids your gaze, his cheeks glowing pink. “yeah, nice to see you, y/n.”

“feel free to take a seat,” you offer, and they sit in front of your desk.

you begin talking about ponyboy — his incredible grades, your insistence on him participating more, assuring darry that ponyboy has a high chance of getting into a good post-secondary school.

you look at darry again. you have to address the elephant in the room — it would be weird not to. “this is weird, isn’t it?” you ask, voice soft. “i mean, we met in this school, and now i’m teaching your younger brother.”

“yeah, i guess so,” he agrees. “i honestly thought you would’ve left this dump by now, you always talked about wanting to move to new york city or toronto or somethin’.”

“yeah, plans changed.” you shrug. “i thought you would’ve moved by now, too.”

“plans changed,” he repeats, quoting you. you smile at him.

“what have you been up to since high school?” you ask him. “still play football?”

“i roof houses.” he answers. “but yeah, sometimes i fool around with football. not as much, though.”

“you were good,” you compliment.

“thanks,” he answers. he is never this awkward, what is happening? “you still into reading and history and stuff?”

“yeah,” you answer. “i mean, ponyboy can tell you, i never shut up about it when i’m teaching. always got a new book to talk about.”

and there we go. the conversation is back to ponyboy. “oh, that’s nice. pony only talks good about you. just never pieced together that it was you.”

“yeah, well, guess you thought i would’ve been gone by now.”

“guess so,” he agrees. “glad you’re not.”

you smile at him.

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the following weeks, you’d notice ponyboy talking to you a bit more whenever he could in class, talking to you about darry. and when you walked into the DX, sodapop asked if you were “darry’s chick,” and you had no idea how to respond.

flowers started blooming at the local park in your neighbourhood, so you decided to take a walk and pick some to decorate your classroom and decorate them for spring.

everything reminded you of him — you walked past a small punch of pink tulips. he got you tulips for your grade 11 semi-formal. he got them for a discount at the gas station, it was all he could afford. they were beautiful.

while you were walking, you spotted a gang of greasers. darry was with them, he was the tallest and stuck out like a sore thumb among the pink and yellow flowers and blossoming trees.

sodapop and ponyboy spotted you instantly, catching your eye and then telling the rest of the gang that you were here. they all excitedly started pressuring darry to go talk to you. you overheard the giggles and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

darry walked up to you after a few moments of resistance. you looked stunning — your hair gently waving in the warm breeze, a handful of wildflowers in your grasp. and you were smiling at him!

“hi darry,” you greet. he starts walking beside you, leaving his friends behind.

“hey, y/n,” he says. his voice is deeper than it was when you knew him. “it was real nice seein’ you at ponyboy’s parent-teacher thing.”

you agree, and then he speaks again. “i just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

“what about?” you ask with a tilt of your head.

“okay, so i know we dated back in high school and stuff,” he starts. “it was real fun. we had some good times.”

“yeah, we did.” you agree.

“do you want to try again?” he asks you. his muscular body and his intimidating looks would be nothing if you heard how he was speaking now. it felt wholesome, shy, like how he asked you out in high school.

you take a second to think. you remember how you felt when he took another girl to prom 3 weeks after you broke up, you remember how that hurt you and how you wanted to kill him. but you remember watching shows with him on saturday nights, you remember kissing in the backseat, you remember his mom, mrs. curtis, kissing you on the cheek the first time you met her. you remember cheering when he got a touchdown, you remember him kissing tears off your face when he got hurt in a rumble. you remember the good and the bad. and when you look back up at him, you feel so high school.

“yeah,” you say softly. “i would love that, darry.”

[mayuslob]

Leander character analysis but i am 100% wrong

Okay so disclaimer this is most probably a huge stretch and me going insane over every detail BUT i need to get it out my system

Yapping below the cut be ready 🦭

Starting off with what made me start this, the Bloodhounds’ motto. When i was playing the demo for the first time, i was very caught off guard when they mentioned the sentence “as above so below” due to its religious context and meaning. This sentence is mostly linked with the character Baphomet, a satanic figure written by the author Éliphas Lévi on the book “Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie” translated to english “Dogma and Ritual of High Magic", written between 1854 and 1856. It can be portrayed in a lot of different ways, but the most embraced is that there cannot be heaven without hell (thus Baphomet pointing up and down), good without evil and viceversa. Now here it gets more interesting.

At first i thought they just chose this sentence for other motives, but then i started to dig a little deeper and realised that every single detail in Leander’s character is very much on purpose, specially his color palette and abilities. Let’s start with the colors which are directly linked to his powers:

Leander’s distinctive color is green, a dark desaturated emerald green to be exact. Emerald portrays good luck and balance in common symbolism, but it also can be tracked to this. See the thing is, the sentence “as above so below” doesn’t come originally from Baphomet, rather Lévi quoted it from a — not known to really exist— text called “The Emerald Tablet”, a story with different theories around its origin; the story revolving around a fictional character named Hermes Trismegistus (this is important for later). So here we have that the color emerald is directly connected not only to Leander’s palette but to the Bloodhounds’ motto. But wait!

there’s more

See this is where you ask, okay but what does The Emerald Tablet tell? well around the years it was most referenced, it was used by the islam and european alchemists and considered fundamental. Of course as time went by, the text was implemented in other practices such as occultism and magic. This is where the figure of Hermes is pretty interesting regarding Leander, due to his character being described as a “physician, a magician and a spiritual person”. That’s right guys, a fucking magician much like our beloved Leander.

Going further into Hermes’ character, he is a syncretic combination of the Greek god Hermes and of the Egyptian god Thoth, the god of the night, wisdom, magic, and the final judgement (plus others but these are the ones we’re gonna focus on). With this we have some things that could describe Leander, specially wisdom and magic due to his vast knowledge surpassing the Senobium (as mentioned by MC if you choose The Alchemist path) but we still have two things left, the night and the final judgement.

We know from the game devs that Leander is not a good person to say the least, just showing a façade of his true self. So i think that the fact that his fatal flaw is crossed out and this fundamental detail could be related to those two attributes Thoth has. PLUS if you see Leander’s outfit he is wearing a belt decorated by two moons, linking him to the night.

Leander is mysterious but strangely sweet to the MC, even after being aware of their power and danger, even to a point of growing overly interested in them. He promises us balance, a normal tranquil life, the answer to all of your problems. From what he has shown us so far he is very protective and even a bit obsessive, always insisting on Mc coming to him for help, giving us an impression that maybe he is more than meets the eye.

In conclusion, i think Leander will be a wayyyy darker character than we expect, greedy for knowledge — fact shown in his trailer silhouette quotting “mages lust for power, it’s always their downfall” — which is why maybe he’s so obsessed with MC. He wants wisdom he’s thirsty for it to insane extents we might see in his route. Also not forgetting Bloodhounds’ motto and its meaning, i believe we’ll see his version of what justice is and how if he is so good with us in the beginning, how dangerous is he in reality?? specially if both Vere and Ais have tried to kill him. I’m super excited for this game.

Im a 100% sure there’s things i’ve missed, so if anyone wants to add any info or theory they have PLEAASE do id love to hear.

Little detail i left out because i think it would be too much but Leander wearing a key on his outfit is so made on purpose i can’t elaborate.

[itscherrylipsforme]

A love story yet to be written: Jason Todd x Vigilante!bookworm!fem!reader

Summary: The mysterious Red Hood has been your loyal teammate since you became another one of Gotham's vigilantes. Many literature puns and "subtle" flirty comments later, he has decided that it's time to meet you when you two are not covered by the city's darkness and your secret identities

Warnings: Just dozens of references to my fave classic lit authors and novels

Requested: yes

Words: About 1570

Author rambles: God, this has been on my drafts for so long. Glad I was finally able to publish it. Thanks to the anon who sent the request, hope you like it 🫶🏼

Masterlist Characters I write for

Likes and reblogs are appreciated ღ

I do not authorize any of my works to be copied, translated or plagiarized ✗

Gotham’s skies were pitch black when you submerged, like every twilight, in its streets and roofs. Masked face, combat boots, dark sweater and jeans paired with a black leather jacket and a bulletproof vest under all of it. Pointed daggers on your belt, a pair of guns attached to your back harness just in case. Being a vigilante was not an easy side job, but you needed to do it.

Some people simply can’t watch their whole world fall apart and stare blankly. And you would certainly not stay back when your beloved city was drowning in corruption and crime. Growing up you had always been aware that they were others protecting you. Batman, Robin, and the other peculiar crime fighters that had joined them with the pass of time. But being honest, Gotham was a criminals dump, and all the help they could get counted.

 So, you decided to do you your bit. Trained hard, learned how to hide in the shadows and started to feel that what you did matter to your people. Recognition was not long in coming, although fame was not what you were after anyway. One night a camera caught you beating up one bastard who was trying to assault a young girl, next day you were on the news. Dusk they called you and you were not annoyed by the nickname, it suited you in a certain way.

You soon became another no-faced admired warrior to your neighbours. Not bad for the girl who used to be bookworm theatre kid back in High School. Becoming one of Gotham’s saviours was not one of your dreams job as a child, but life has surprising turns waiting for us. What was even more unexpected is that you ended up meeting one of the other vigilantes and that he had become an interesting fellow during the otherwise solitaire superhero’s nights.

“Nice to see you here in the dead vast and middle of the night, darling” He greeted you, after hearing your feet landing in the same rooftop he was in. Didn’t matter if he was backwards, you had started to think he had developed a sixth sense to notice your presence. You could almost bet he was smiling bellow his metallic helmet.

“Good night, Hodd” You answered coming by his side. “Shakespeare, wasn’t it?”

“Smart girl. Hamlet, more precisely” You agreeded “You arrived later than you use to”

“Missed me, geekie boy?” A little chuckle broke the silence of Gotham.

“Of course I did! I would not wish any companion in the world but you” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his gaze locked in the city’s sky. “And admit it, you are as much a nerd as I am”

“The Tempest? Have you been rereading Uncle Willy’s plays again?” The question ended up sounding like a half-joke half-teasing “And you are right, bookworm and proud. We wouldn’t get along so easily if I weren’t. I declare after all that there is no enjoyment like reading”

A slow nod was the only answer you received. You were certain that a smile was decorating his face at the moment. But not in a million of years you could have imagined that his usual smirk was now followed by a pinkish tone in his cheeks. How long he had been like this around you? He couldn’t recall exactly. This flirting slightly hided between book quotes and glances had been part of your friendship for quite sometime now.

The only problem? He couldn’t bear with being just a friend anymore. When it had all started? He didn’t know. Maybe the night he met you. And when the two of you started patrolling together like every other night, he couldn’t help coming back to those sweet memories still fresh on his mind.

“Another superhero wannabe” that’s what he thought when he first saw you moving from celling to celling without the grace and rhythm that only years of practice can give you. And he was not wrong, you were an amateur, one who still need to practice, but you definitely were determinate enough for that. Jason was not aware of this, therefore he decided to have some fun.

“What are you doing here?” He asked jumping to your side with a voice tone much deeper than his usual one.

“Patrolling” You managed to say in a whisper, rising your head to look at him directly. Shivers run through your spine, not knowing what to do. But you would not allow him to notice your fear.

“Scared of me darling?” He leaned a little so he could be nearer to your face.

“Not even a little, I know who you are” You answered and somehow the most daring and wittiest part of your mind chose to add the next sentence “And also there is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.”

“My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” He finishes almost instinctively.

He stared at your for some instants, not believed the words that had just come out of your lips. Another vigilante? Who quoted Austen? The night was turning up to be quite interesting.

“You are a sharp girl, with a good book taste” He resolved. “Red Hodd, at your service” He offered you his hand and his presentation, although it was no needed.

And that’s how all started, now a few months later you two keep protecting Gotham from whoever and whatever treats it. This night had been tranquil, a seldom occurrence, and Jason hadn’t talked to much, his mind was focused on a matter which had been troubling him for weeks. When the first rays of light threaten to appear, it’s time to farewell. Not without cracking some bad puns first of course.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Dusk is the sun.” He smirked once again.

“First, that’s contradictory. Second, you seriously have to get over your Shakespeare era”.

“Does that mean I don’t get a proper goodbye?” Even with his voice modulator you could hear the teasing edge on the question.”

“Of course, you do” You tried to come up with something silly, yet sweet. “Good night, sweet prince, and flights and angels sing thee to thy rest!”

With that you made a small joking bow and left the rooftop to go back home. It had been enough; Jason had made out his mind. He was going to look for you. He needed to see the unmasked face who had been able to be the first one to win his heart. Luckily, one of his many siblings is a professional hacker.

A bookstore, somehow, he was not surprised at all when Tim found your worked there. In his jean’s pocket there was a small piece of paper with dozens of cheesy books lines that made him think of you. "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read." "We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how” … And those were only the first ones. There were not enough words in the books from your bookstore to describe how nervous he was and how much he wanted to tell you he loved you. But he could at least try.

Your elbows were resting on the counter, another novel laying in front of you. When the doorbell rang announcing another client, you immediately smiled and looked at Jason. You left your seat to meat him by the door, the book long forgotten.

“Took you long enough to find me, geekie boy” You gritted him.

All his speech and quotes banished in the air with just a single sentence of yours. He finally came to himself.

“Wait, were you waiting for me?”

“Of course, I did” You chuckle, God he loved that sound “For almost two months, after all your bad pick-up lines I thought you would be ready to come and met me in person”.

“But… How have you recognized me?” Confusion was still seen on his face.

“Easy. Looked for the libraries and bookstores that had your favourite tittle. Cheeked the names of all the men who borrowed or bought them. Looked for their photos on the internet and compared them with the physical description I had from your” You shrug your shoulders as that work was nothing to you “I am a vigilante after all”.

“I have a brother who would love to meet you, you know?”

“Maybe later, but I guess you came here because you had something to tell me”.

He took a deep breath. Just a few hours, that was all he needed to win you over this time. "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.” He said softly, but determinate “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you.”

Just after he finished your lips were meeting his in a soft and sweet kiss, like the ones written in romance novels.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul” You whispered to his ear.

“Actually, that’s from the movie, not the book”.

You had to kiss him again, this time with more passion, to shut him up.

[chokarubi]

late night adventure — a birthday SMAU and hcs featuring boyfriend Haitani Rindou x fem reader

authors note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINNIE 💓 wasn't planning on writing anything but the influx of Rin posts and art for his birthday inspired me. enjoy my shot at smashing together a SMAU and hcs (do text-convos count as a SMAU?); also this got way longer and tbh the first half could exist on it's own since it's not particularly birthday related, but we're gonna run with it (─‿‿─)♡ posted: 10/19/24

Rindou really did show up at your house 5 minutes after he sent his last message

he stopped his bike in front of your house, dismounting and leaning back, waiting for you to come outside

opening the door and running out to meet Rin you were met with a cocky grin

when he saw how huffy you were he chuckled, "just wanted to see my girl as fast as I could, cmon you can't be mad on my birthday huh babe?" as he got up to wrap his arms around you

weak to his advances, you conceded "fine, but only this one time since it's a special occasion (￣ヘ￣)" nuzzling into his arms that shielded you from the cool night air

Rindou continued to tease, "so you got me out of bed babe, did you have something you wanted to do or you just couldn't wait until the morning to see me?"

"didn't have anything super specific in mind really, just wanted to spend some time with you. can we ride around and maybe grab a snack? I love riding on your bike Rinnie"

Rindou and you stopped by a FamilyMart, grabbing a few snacks before driving around with you aimlessly, just enjoying the night atmosphere, lights and how empty the streets were

Eventually feeling your arms loosen on his waist, Rindou knew you had gotten tired, likely from staying up all night to wish him a happy birthday at midnight and then further proposing a late outing

gently shaking you awake, not wanting you to fall off his bike, he took you back to his place

Rindou planned on cuddling with you and waking up at a more appropriate time, ready to celebrate his birthday

carrying you up to his and Ran's apartment, Rindou plopped you into his bed, nudging you to change into one of his shirts, adorably oversized on your body

wrapping his arms around you and you nuzzling into his neck, he fell asleep content, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms

he fell asleep quickly, comforted by your familiar warmth and weight

who knows what you and Ran had planned for his special day? he needed to rest up and shore up his energy stores

waking up; it's time for birthday festivities!

waking up, Rindou was surprised that you weren't in his bed

groggily getting up to search for you, he stepped out of his room to be met with a puff of confetti thrown into his face

"Happy Birthday Rinnie!! Happy Birthday little bro!"

Rindou shook the mountain of confetti out of his face and hair to see that you and Ran seemingly had woken up before him and decorated the apartment

on the kitchen island, Rindou saw an assortment of his favorite foods, some bought from bakeries + stores, some homemade by you

smiling, he gave Ran a hug, enduring his teasing to briefly show his grattitude

moving to you, Rindou leaned in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist

giggling, you reach up to remove a piece of confetti he missed from his hair, Rindou leaning into your touch

the plan was to eat a late breakfast/early lunch, meet up with the S-62 boys at a club that was headlined by a DJ Rindou liked and then spend the rest of the night back at the apartment, drinking and watching tv

you gave your gift to Rindou at the end of the night, a lingerie set and a promise of a good night ♡(>ᴗ•)

final authors note: hope the whole quoted speech for reader and Rindou worked out, still experimenting to see what style I want to go with when writing; also feel free to comment! I love to hear people's thoughts on my writing!

[astrronomemes]

THAT '70S SHOW: STARTERS

a collection of my personal favorite quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1998-2006 television sitcom, That '70s Show. change & alter as needed.

"Well, damn, [name], I can't control the weather!"

"If I could run across a beach into my own arms, I would."

"Yelling is the only part of being a father that I enjoy."

"What did you eat for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?"

"Why do you think the Martians won't land here? Because they're green, and they know people are going to make fun of them."

"It's every little girl's dream to get married out of spite!"

"We keep our Christmas decorations down there! Baby Jesus was watching!"

"If this van's a-rockin'... we're in there, doing it."

"Well, I'd like to help, but not as much as I'd like not to."

"Anyone else feel like a rainbow?"

"My heart aches with pain. When I see you, I vomit. Die away from me."

"The beautiful cannot be held responsible for the havoc our looks create."

"My foot is shaking, it wants to kick his ass so bad!"

"Just once, I want the right thing and the topless thing to be the same thing!"

"If you don't get caught, everything is legal."

"I am not drunk! I am upset! ...And drunk."

"Where Zen ends, ass-kicking begins."

"Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you."

"I'm a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-ass son of a bitch."

"[Name], get in the car. We're going on a freaking date."

"When I go to the hospital, I like to not die."

"Crack a book, you lazy son of a bitch."

"If you really do love her, there's only one thing to do, man. You got to dump her, and live free."

"I'm going to go out, meet some boys, and crush their hearts one by one."

"I'm like ketchup. I go good on everything."

"I was never happy. I was just less pissed off."

"So that's what an adulteress is! I always thought it was a tiny adult."

"For your information, I'm already sorry I was ever born."

"What are you gonna put on your résumé? Dumbass?"

"I'd get up, but my back is still sore from that knife you stuck in it."

"I don't want to go outside! There are people out there!"

"I cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth!"

"Oh, no. Now I have to act normal."

"You can hit him in the groin with a banjo."

"Well, I've got to go to sleep, because I have a big day of misery ahead of me tomorrow."

"I don't need another friend. I've already got two."

"Seeing you work hard and take pride in what you do... I lost respect for you, man."

"I wanted to get you a card, but they don't have one for our specific situation. So, here — happy first communion."

"I could kill you without making a sound."

"I can't go outside. I'm allergic to pollen. And social situations."

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 16

Finnick x Y/N

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As a thank you for 400 followers here’s a bonus short chapter for tonight! Enjoy :)

Content Warnings - None

The doctors asked you every question imaginable about the treatment you received in the capital; what the medicine tasted like, what it smelled like, how long did it make you sleep for. You did your best to answer their questions but not being a medical professional yourself you honestly didn’t know most of the answers.

“Can we do a brain scan?” Johanna asks. “There has to be something to explain all this!”

“Miss Mason,” the doctor states. “We do not have the technology for that but based on all of our available tests we have performed and the discussion of the treatment I think she’s fine.”

Suddenly there is a knock on your door and Plutarch enters.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but Miss Y/L/N is needed in command,” he states. The doctor allows you to leave, much to Johanna’s protests, and you walk with the older man towards command.

“Don’t stress it’s just wedding planning,” he explains as you walk the long halls of District 13. “The whole district is very excited!”

You are met with the faces of Coin, Effie, Katniss’ prep team, and Katniss herself when you enter command. The prep team seems scared of you but you give them a gentle smile and take a seat next to Katniss. You can’t help but notice the way she subtly shifts away from you.

“Well my dear I am so excited for you,” Effie chimes. You give her a quick thanks and she continues to blabber on about ideas for the wedding. She talks about everything from which flowers to decorate the tables with to how the guests should be seated.

“Oh and I almost forgot!” she chimes. “Katniss has agreed to take you to twelve to pick out a dress for your wedding! She has some of Cinna’s designs there and we could make alterations so they fit!”

“Are you sure?” you ask Katniss, surprised she agreed.

“Of course,” she responds. “We can go this afternoon if you would like.”

You return that evening to your hospital room, having picked out your dress. It’s a sage green gown that flows eloquently from your shoulders like water. It’s simple, which is exactly what you wanted. The prep team brought back some of Peeta’s suits to fit Finnick with as well.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Finnick grins as he enters your room. “What did you get up to today?”

“Not much,” you shrug. “Johanna made the doctors run a bunch of tests on me cause she thinks I’m crazy, then I sat in on a two hour long wedding planning meeting, then Katniss took me to 12 to pick out a dress.”

“Sounds busy,” Finnick sighs, sitting down on your bed next to you.

“Finn?” you ask, catching his attention. “What is it that I’m not remembering? Everyone seems to know but me.”

He turns to you with worry covering his face.

“I don’t want you to remember,” he states. “It was something very bad that happened to you. It’s for the best that you don’t remember.”

“If it happened to me then I should know!” you exclaim, frustrated that nobody would tell you.

You would get your answers, you would just have to find them elsewhere.

Repeat end quote bc I didn’t have one I liked for this chapter lolz

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[thedivineflowers]

Middle school reader should cover Crowley's office with sticky notes. And all of them should have messages on them. Also it might have been right before a meeting for Crowley.

Idk what happened or why the ask looks like it does rn but it looks funky on my screen when I clicked answer so I'm sorry but 🧚‍♀️

I feel like Mc would like write either every creative curse word they could think of with the help of Epel and Leona or they'd write cheesy inspirational quotes depending on how they feel that day.

Like imagine Crowley put you in detention because you ran your broom into a window. You'd sneak into his office and convince the paintings to tell you when his next meeting would be and then on that very day you'd write the most atrocious stuff on the sticky notes

Or if you wrote convincingly enough and did some spooky shit around him you could convince him that ab unknown entity was after him because he cut you short on your allowance.

And decorating would be done so quickly. You didn't even use magic. Crowley would leave the office to go meet his guest or whoever he has a meeting with and you'd be left alone in there for just two minutes. Enough time to even put a stink bomb under his chair and add glitter inside.

If you probably bribe the paintings they'd just tell Crowley that the sticky notes appeared all over the room and that you were away when it happened.

[myromanempiree]

gυιℓту αѕ ѕιη…?

a/n: its secret santacotar time!! My beautiful recipient is @shadowsingers-mate with an elucien piece! I really hope you like it <3

PLEASE NOTE: this is in no way related to the guilty as sin drama, the song just fits :)

Summary: what made Elain return the necklace? 1.1k words

Warnings: mentions of elriel, nipple play, elain is lwky a horny mess

Elain stood there in the living room, alone.

After what she had perceived to be the perfect to start something, something to distract her from the dull singing in her chest, Azriel had left her alone. Not even a whispering shadow to keep her company after his abrupt exit, paired with a nearly panicked, yet cold, "this was a mistake."

She couldn't help but wonder if the shadow singer had been correct.

It was hurtful, at the least. She didn't particularly feel anything magical for the male— aside from the sensation in her lower region— but how he departed was jarring. It was rather rude, even, providing no explanation after nearly kissing her lips which previously had been untouched for a time just shy of two years.

With a long, drawn out sigh, she began making the trek back to her room,not bothering to look back into the corridor in hopes he'd come back and finish what he started. To be frank, a lingering part of her, a traitorous part of her that sings along to the melody of the warm glowing thread strung to her rib, rejoiced that the male didn't come back.

She ran lithe fingers along the wall, gaze trained on the jewel-toned ruby slippers that Mor had so intently stated matched her complexion, quote— 'gorgeously.'

A low huff leaves her lips as she dreamed open the door leading to her bedroom, the room decorated abundantly in all sorts of fauna Rhysand and Feyre had so graciously provided. Wide, heart-shaped leaves from the tropics of Summer drape over a macrame hanger, vines decorate the walls, and flowers from every part of the Continent and Prythian sit patiently in clay pots. Waiting for the warm glow of the sun that currently hides in the night.

She could resonate with them, sunlight always cheered her up and cleared her hazy mind from any lingering visions.

As Elain walked to her bed, she unclasped the necklace the Shadowsinger had given her and placing it on her desk. Looking at the delicate glass rose, its pink tint turning pale from the silver-white light of the moon. Now that she looks at it, without the haze of lust, the night diminishes its beauty.

With a deep, slow breath, she pushed the thoughts aside and slipped off the slippers, climbing into the welcoming embrace of her bed, bringing the pink, yellow and blue quilt up to her chin and falling asleep.

The sunlight filters in through the stained glass of her greenhouse, the lush greenery steadily moving in the warm breeze, and the comforting scent of soil fills her nose. Her gloved hands bury into the soil to properly distribute the damp clay and slit. Patting the top of her creation with a contented smile. Leaning back to peel off the gloves, delicately setting them down onto the glass table. 

A familiar click of slightly heeled boots along the cobbled paths, echo in the otherwise quiet greenhouse. Strong arms wrap contentedly around her waist, a warm face burying into her neck. “Hello, my love.” Lucien said softly, kissing along the gentle curve of her neck.

“I apologize for being late, Helion dragged on the meeting.” he murmured, pulling her against his chest, “You’re alright… I suppose.” She said, smiling up at him, dimples forming into her cheeks, turning in his gentle embrace to wrap her arms around his neck, guiding his lips to hers.

“You suppose?” He began with an amused chuckle, before sobering “I missed you dearly, Petal.” He said, thumb circling along her waist, kissing her again before his soft lips travel down her neck, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I’m desperate, my love. It’s been so long without holding you in my arms.” He said dramatically, pulling her closer. 

“It's only been two hours.” Elain chirped back at him, running a hand along his cheek and twirling a stray braid from his mess of hair. Eyes meet, the male's gaze anything but expectant, only full of adoration and hunger. A roll of her eyes caused him to immediately loosen his grip on her, blinking away the lingering hunger. A dash of mischief fills her eyes, her hand gently tugging on the collar of his shirt. 

“I never said no, my love.” 

With that simple permission, he kissed her passionately, pulling her closer, taking bits of her skirts into his fists, almost to restrain himself from eating her alive. A soft sound escapes her lips as he nibbles on her bottom lip, urging him to pick her up, pushing her gloves off the table and setting her on it. “Lucien–” she said, gasping and nosing under his ear as he kissed her pulse, feeling her heartbeat creciendo under his lips, causing him to groan in her ear, a soft croon more than anything.

“Mother, I love you so much it hurts.” He said, grinning against her neck as she shivers in his hands. He immediately began pulling at the laces of her corset, huffing against her skin as it fell, pulling the puffed chemise down with it. Exposing her to the warm air of the green house. Lucien eyes (eye?) dilate at the sight of her exposed for him, only to let out a soft groan as she teasingly tugged on the golden thread intertwining their souls as one. 

Lucien looks up at her again, eyes quietly asking her if she is alright with this. When she nodded, he began to kiss along her clavicle, teeth slowly and delicately dragging along her shoulder, encouraging a soft moan to fall from her lips. Gasping softly as he took her breast into his mouth, running a warm tongue along the bottom and coming up to suckle on her hardened nipple. 

         He  held her against him and continued his ministrations, large fingers moving up to pinch at the spare his mouth wasn't on. She could feel his heartbeat under her fingers as she set her hands onto his chest. Pressing her face into his hair. “Darling” she weakly cooes. Kissing along his forehead lovingly.

But just as he descends lower, her eyes flutter open, revealing her dark bedroom, everything the same. 

        Her hand flies up to her heart, feeling the beat against her fingers, matching that of Lucien's in her…rather erotic dream. A searing blush kisses her cheeks, all of sudden feeling hot. She stood up out of her bed, shucking off her lace robe, and beginning to pace around. 

       ’Why on earth would I have such a dream?’ she thought to herself, flapping her hands to urgently fan at her face. Though, deep down, she knew why. And it only little had to do with the glowing in her chest, it was because of the male attached to the other end of it.

        Eventually, her legs grew tired from pacing, and she was sure she wore a divot into the floorboards. So she sat down on her bed, staring at her shaking hands. Before eventually looking up, a dull glimmer caught her eye. Turning to look at it. It was the rose necklace Azriel had gifted her, it was beautiful, but in the wake of the fluttering butterflies in her stomach that the mere dream of her mate, it felt…abysmal. 

       So she stood up, scooping the glasswork into her hands, taking the trek back to the living room.

Upon seeing the glimmering tree, she set the necklace back into the pile of presents. Walking away without looking back.

a/n: it feels good to get the pen out :))

[adsosfraser]

10 First Lines

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

(I'm going by latest updated not by the last "published" dates because that's too much work to search through.)

Eventide (everlark): Peeta lunged forward on the decorative rug stretched out before him for what was probably the fifth time that night.

Da mi diebus mille (jamieclaire): Claire Beauchamp stretched her legs up the three steep steps towards the entrance of the plane.

She Moved Through the Fair (everlark): All around, dandelions that have gone to seed whip around us, dotting the edge of the landscape of waving green grass where train and prairie meet.

I would recognise you... (jamieclaire - also longer line since the first were straight up book quotes): “I was dead. Everything around me was a blinding white. And there was a soft rushing sound like the wings of angels. I felt peaceful. And bodiless. Free of terror. Free of rage. Filled with a quiet happiness.” A soft warmth brushed my hand.

Blood Pearl/Neamhnaid Fola (jamieclaire): Jamie played with the scratchy ruffles sewed to the cuffs of his sleeves, impatient.

Wild Rose (everlark): The blue sky stretches for miles, letting the heat sneak in and saturate the air with a clinginess that can only ever belong to the final long stretch of days of the summer season.

The Sassenach Faerie (jamieclaire): The sun had not yet peaked over the grey monoliths up on the hill.

Soup of Life (outlander fix-it): It was a veritable feast for a small creature such as him.

Chocolate, churros, princesses, and scarves (jamieclaire): “Claire, mo ghraidh, mo Sorcha, I love ye so verra much-” Jamie gulped, the bob of his throat catching Claire’s eyes. “Will ye-” 

roses love sunshine, violets love dew (everlark): In and out. In and out. The blond lashes steady me.

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[incesthemes]

HELLO! I have to know, what did you think of Madhouse at the End of the Earth??? What were your favorite parts?? :3c pls share your thoughts

OMG THANK YOU i will say i have literally not stopped thinking about this book since i finished it early last week. i have a normal amount of sticky notes marking my favorite quotes/events and other notable moments.

(pictured: exactly 120 sticky notes.)

literally i don't even know how to move on from this book, it made me so insane. i NEED to do horrible and illegal sex acts to adrien de gerlache. there isn't enough de gerlache rpf to satisfy my desire to see him stepped on. he's so utterly pathetic and useless and stupid. no redeeming qualities whatsoever. just a soggy idiot who gets them stuck in the pack on purpose and then has the audacity to regret it. like how do you get any better than this. i cannot believe this man was real and actually existed in the same world i live in today. what the hell man.

anyway. favorite parts are probably. de gerlache and lecointe getting the belgica stuck in the pack on purpose was like, an unparalleled reading experience; i physically yelled out loud while reading it because i couldn't believe my eyes. but here's my full-ish list of every part i marked for being completely deranged:

lecointe SLEEPING on the tonite to thaw them out. literally what an insane man. ok girl (secondarily: lecointe thawing out the tonite by holding them close to the fire. GIRL)

that time cook and amundsen tore apart a seal and drank its blood directly from its veins while tollefsen watched in horror

every single time sancton described cook's nose (the "peninsula" comment got me bad)

"strangely enough the thing in sir john's narrative that appealed to me most strongly was the sufferings he and his men endured," amundsen wrote. "a strange ambition burned within me to endure those same sufferings."

and by god he did. even if he had to force the issue (the iceberg plan is a particular fave)

everything about the penguins, from de gerlache's petulant, childish refusal to eat them because he was salty the men didn't like the food he picked out, to amundsen's obsession with eating raw penguin meat, to the fact that they lured the penguins to the ship with van mirlo's godawful cornet playing

the time they caused a fire on tierra del fuego and had to go put it out, only to return to the ship to see it decorated for christmas. nothing says season's greetings like the minor destruction of someone else's land

they ran the ship aground. TWICE. before ever even making it to antarctica. TWO TIMES!!!!!!!!!!

cook and amundsen's first date climbing up a mountain and nearly plummeting to their certain deaths once each

de gerlache hosting a meeting about what to do when they were out of the ice, being pathetic about it, then begging lecointe to let him change the minutes so he'd sound cooler

DANCO'S BODY STANDING UPRIGHT AT HIS FUNERAL AS IF IT WERE POSSESSED

the fact that everyone hated michotte's cooking and yet no one bothered to even do anything about it. like what. if you hate it that bad make your own food cmon girls......

the unexplained random screaming that amundsen, cook, and koren heard but no one else did............. okay! #normalthings #sanitywin

cook going off the rails worshiping the sun. antarctica claims yet another victim (cook's sanity)

speaking of cook, the fact that the most likely theory for why everyone went insane was cyanide poisoning. from cook's photo developing solution. the DOCTOR did all this. it seriously doesn't get funnier than that

cook hanging penguin carcasses along the belgica's hull as they made to escape the pack. like imagine being in puntas arenas and seeing this ship no one is expecting come into port and everyone has these crazed eyes, some of them are screaming and in the throes of a full mental breakdown, and there's fucking penguin carcasses hanging off the ship like some kinda charms. the mental image alone sent me into hysterics i swear

and most importantly, the fact that all of this happened and they still managed to keep the ship. i think sir john, crozier, and shackleton (et al) are rolling in their graves over this expedition. most incompetent freakass men you know got to keep their ship and yours is at the bottom of the ocean. i can't even believe it.

on a serious note this was just genuinely a great book, it's written so well and in such a particular way; reading nonfiction has never been so fun—sancton made these cold boys sound like shounen anime characters, for real. it was awesome seeing the steps they took to ensure survival and the mistakes they made which undermined the expedition. there's a lot to learn from this expedition and a lot to admire about it, for what it was. it was also just an insane ride from beginning to end—everything went wrong, nearly every guy on that ship was in way over their head and completely wrong for the job, and they kept making the worst possible choices at every turn. the fact that they survived is a miracle and honestly i do think, even though cook was probably accidentally responsible for how crazy they got, he deserves a lot of praise for keeping the ship together and being so proactive in their survival. and never have two people matched each other's freak the way amundsen and cook did, oh my god. they're calling tollefsen the madman while yearning to plummet from an antarctic mountain or live on an iceberg. but sure tollefsen was sooooo crazy.

anyway sorry this is really long but holy shit this book made me so crazy. it's gonna take such a long time for me to get to a point where i can be normal about the belgica after reading this. holy shit man.

[blazingstar400]

Incorrect Scarlet and Violet Quotes Part 5

Part 5 of scarlet and violet incorrect quotes let’s gooooo!!!

Juliana: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Kieran: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Penny: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Nemona: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Arven: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Lacey: Truth or dare?

Kieran: Truth.

Lacey: How many hours have you slept this week?

Kieran:

Kieran: Dare.

Lacey: Go to sleep.

Kieran: I don’t like this game.

Juliana: Hello friends!

The sv gang:

Juliana: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling—

Penny: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Arven’s been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out…

Penny: I have a science headcanon.

Florian: Can’t you just say you have a hypothesis like a normal person?

Penny: …

Penny: So my science headcanon is—

Koraidon: Pretty cool Halloween decorations! Where’d you get all the fake skeletons? :D

Miraidon: …Fake?

Nemona, holding an Ekans: Guys I impulsively stole a snake, what do I name him?

Arven: You did WHAT–

Juliana: William Snakespeare!

Penny: Time for plan G.

Nemona: Don’t you mean plan B?

Penny: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Juliana: What about plan D?

Penny: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Carmine: What about plan E?

Penny: I’m hoping not to use it. Drayton dies in plan E.

Kieran: I like plan E.

Koraidon: Are we going to a sandwich shop?!

Ogerpon: No! We just ate, and besides it’s nighttime! Sandwich shops are closed.

Okidogi: So we’re gonna ROB a sandwich shop?!?!

Ogerpon, sighing: No—

Kieran: What's it like seeing Juliana everyday and being really close friends with her?

Penny: Well, this one time Juliana ate an entire bag of 50 pizza rolls.

Penny: She then asked Arven what he was making us for dinner.

[Clavell being called into a meeting at Director Cyrano’s office with Juliana, Florian, Nemona, Penny, Arven, Carmine, and Kieran]

Clavell, pacing around and staring at the sv gang: Why is it whenever a problem arises or gets resolved it’s always by you seven?!

Juliana: I’m just as confused as you are.

Florian: Sometimes I wonder how we’re still alive.

Kieran: Love makes people do stupid things.

Juliana, beaming: I love everything!

Kieran: That explains a lot.

Kieran and Juliana: *physically fighting each other as the crowd chants ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ around them*

Carmine, pushing her way through the crowd: This isn’t what I meant by ‘expressing your feelings!!!’

I headcanon Koraidon being the kinder, lovable, sandwich-loving legendary while Miraidon is the more violent one. Also Juliana is the one who has Koraidon while Florian has Miraidon. Florian didn’t fully except Miraidon into his team though until the legendary became less violent.

[inkspiredwriting]

Chapter 3: Klaus

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I find it sad that many people don't like this story. But to the people who like the story, thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means to me.

Warnings: none

The photo of Klaus Herschberger set the tone for the next phase of their search. Max and Y/n worked late into the night, building a profile of the man behind the yoga studio. Klaus had settled in Pennsylvania, where his classes catered to anyone seeking “inner peace” or “a trip to the metaphysical beyond.” His studio was decorated with crystals and vague motivational quotes, and he had a reputation for being... eccentric.

Max couldn’t help but smile at the descriptions in the online reviews.

“Sounds like a handful,” Y/n commented, glancing over his shoulder.

“Sounds like Klaus,” Max replied, the name feeling strangely familiar on his tongue.

Y/n noticed the wistfulness in his voice but didn’t say anything. Instead, she patted his shoulder. “We should book tickets. Pennsylvania’s not that far, and it’s better to meet him in person than just stalk him online.”

Max nodded. “You’re right. But this isn’t going to be a simple reunion, Y/n. If he’s like I remember... Klaus is unpredictable.”

Y/n grinned. “Unpredictable? Sounds like a guy I’d love to meet.”

The flight to Pennsylvania was uneventful, though Max spent most of it in silence. Y/n tried to lighten the mood, cracking jokes about how Klaus might be some sort of yoga cult leader, but Max’s mind was elsewhere. He kept replaying fragments of memories: Klaus sprawled on a couch, chattering about ghosts; Klaus taking Drugs; Klaus crying because he is afraid of all these ghosts.

“Max?”

He blinked and turned to Y/n, who was watching him with concern.

“You’ve been staring out the window for ten minutes. What’s going on?”

Max sighed. “I’m just... nervous, I guess. What if Klaus doesn’t remember me? What if I’m the only one who has these memories?”

Y/n reached over and squeezed his hand. “Then we figure it out together. But I’ve got a feeling Klaus will remember. From what you’ve told me, he sounds... unforgettable.”

The yoga studio was tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, its bright purple sign standing out against the muted brick buildings surrounding it.

Klaus’s Yoga & Spiritual Healing Center

Y/n tilted her head. “Subtle.”

Max chuckled despite himself. “Classic Klaus.”

They stepped inside, greeted by the scent of incense and a wall of eclectic decorations—tapestries, dreamcatchers, and a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. A small group of people sat cross-legged on mats, listening as a tall man with shoulder length hair gestured animatedly at a whiteboard covered in squiggly drawings.

“Now, remember,” the man was saying, “chakras are like little disco balls inside you. If you don’t keep them spinning, your energy gets all... clogged up. And trust me, nobody wants clogged chakras.”

Max froze. It was him. His eyes were lined with eyeliner and his fingernails were painted, unmistakably Klaus.

Y/n nudged him. “You gonna say something, or just stare at him like a creep?”

Max took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Klaus.”

The man stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Max. For a moment, there was no recognition, just confusion. Then something shifted.

“...Five?” Klaus whispered, his voice cracking.

Before Max could respond, Klaus sprinted across the room and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Oh my God, it’s you! I thought I was losing my mind, but it’s really you!” Klaus pulled back, his hands on Max’s shoulders. “Wait, you look... older. Or maybe younger? I don’t know. Time is weird. But you’re real!”

Max couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. “Yeah, it’s me. I go by Max now, but... yeah, it’s me.”

Klaus’s eyes flicked to Y/n, who was watching the scene with an amused smile.

“And who’s this?” Klaus asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Your assistant? Girlfriend? Secret government handler?”

“Y/n,” Max said, his tone warm. “She’s my partner, and the only reason I’m here right now.”

Y/n extended a hand. “Nice to meet you, Klaus. Love the studio. Very... you.”

“Thank you, darling,” Klaus said, shaking her hand. “I’ve worked hard to create a vibe, you know?”

The rest of the yoga class watched the exchange with wide eyes, clearly curious about who Max and Y/n were. Klaus turned to them with a theatrical wave.

“Class dismissed, my lovelies! Remember to keep those chakras spinning!”

They spent the afternoon catching up, sitting in the back room of the studio. Klaus brewed them tea—though Max suspected it was laced with something more potent—and shared his story.

“I thought I was going crazy,” Klaus admitted, his usual bravado faltering. “The memories started when I was still a child. Little things at first—faces, names, this overwhelming sense of loss. But when I saw you, it was like a floodgate opened. I remember everything, Five. The Academy, the apocalypse, all of it.”

Max nodded, relief washing over him. “You’re not crazy, Klaus. I’ve been having the same memories.”

Y/n watched the exchange quietly, fascinated by the dynamic between them. There was a raw honesty in the way they spoke, a bond that seemed unbreakable despite the years—and lifetimes—that had passed.

“So what’s the plan?” Klaus asked, leaning back in his chair. “Are we reuniting the gang?”

“That’s the idea,” Max said. “But I don’t know if the others will remember like we do.”

“They’ll remember,” Klaus said with certainty. “Trust me, you don’t forget something like our family.”

Max smiled, a small but genuine expression. “Then let’s find them.”

[mrs-weasley-reid]

COLORED BULLETS•••

bau team x bau!reader

Sypnosis: all fun and games until one of the BAU team members gets shot… with a paintball. WARNING: paintball guns. mentions of shooting. silly time with the BAU team A/N: nothing, enjoy!

None of you knew how things ended this way. Not even someone who pranked death like Emily could explain the maroon smears that horrifyingly decorated every crook and cranny in the bullpen.

"I don't think I can take it anymore," Spencer cried as he leaned his back against the foot of his desk, hiding under his once peaceful workplace.

A bruise was forming on his temple and another by his neck. He was a mess. His hair flew out like a bird's nest.

"You better not give up on me, Reid. Or I will shoot you myself." Emily growled, peeking out to fire a shot. Her ponytail was loose, dried yellow paint spreading on the left side of her head.

"What the fu—" Derek groaned from another end, also hiding under his desk. He felt the pang of Emily's bullet on his shoulder, wondering when everything went wrong.

In fact, all of you were taking shelter under your desks. Well, you shared yours with JJ, who had a maniac smile on her face as she fired her gun in whatever direction she could.

The bullpen was painted red. A dead battlefield. God knows what the midnight janitor would think when he finds the place drowning with fired bullets and various bright paints.

And just before you were about to shoot Spencer's ugly, crying face, Rossi swung the glass door open.

"I don't want to know." Rossi immediately stated.

All of the agents stood up, with Derek hitting his head midway. You snorted at that and continued to laugh when he glared at you.

Rossi's eyes roamed all over the bullpen, taking note of your bruised faces and paint-splattered vests. He looked at all of you disappointedly, "None of you can wait for tomorrow's paintball match?" He immediately knew that asking was a big mistake.

"Derek started it!" You roared immediately.

"What?! It was Emily! She shot me—" Derek pointed a finger toward the dark-haired woman.

Emily rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't have started it if JJ hadn't pulled the trigger and accidentally shot me." She air-quoted with her gun clutched under her ring and pinky finger.

JJ's jaw dropped, frowning her eyes at Emily. "It was an accident! Spencer was asking how to use the paintball gun." 

"And I regret it. I don't feel like joining the team tomorrow." Spencer placed his small gun on his desk and hooked his messenger bag over his shoulder. He survived worse before, but a war with his friends without hesitation was more traumatizing than being kidnapped.

And all of you began to blame each other like children, shouting over one another. Rossi winced at the sound of all of your voices. He couldn't believe that after three wives, the thing that made him want to smash his head on the wall was all five of you.

“And I just had to ask,” Rossi muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he placed a hand over his forehead. He silently retreated back to his office.

But before he could even step on the first stair, a hard impact spread on his back. Rossi turned around with furrowed eyebrows. Someone did not just mess with his suit.

Everyone’s index fingers synchronously pointed towards you, a fake innocent look over your face as you held your paintball pistol.

"You will regret this, Kiddo." Rossi sped to his office to grab his paintball gun, simultaneously dodging the fire that ran after him.

And you finally got to shoot Spencer, much to everyone's enjoyment. He took his gun and hit you back, straight in your chest. "Oh, you're on, smarty pants!" You scoffed, reloading your weapon as fast as you could.

Meanwhile, Hotch just stepped out of the elevator, coming back from a meeting and unaware of what lies behind the double glass doors. “Of course, Jack. You can wear my vest for tomorrow’s paintball tournament.” He was about to walk in the bullpen when Penelope blocked him.

Hotch knitted his brows, giving her his signature stern, confused look. "Save yourself. It's war in there." Penelope said in horror, peeking through the glass door and squealing at the sudden splatter of red paint right in front of her eyes.