#oh? the mug came with lore

[wrathyforest]

Is there a story behind office robbery?

Okay, due to your curiosity, the office robbery lore :D

It was a stupid (because I'm dumb) and funny situation (though later when I was re-watching it in my head, I was terrified). It was time when I worked in the office, and my office was a filiation of another department. So, my office's work hours are till 17:30, the department's - till 18:00. Usually every worker at ours wants to go home early, so at 17:30, maximum 17:45, the very last worker left. The thing is that back then the department's secretary was sick and there wasn't anyone who could do that work, so they asked my boss to give them a capable worker for a few days or a week (you may guess it was me even though I tried to refuse, but huh life is a struggle), so I ended up at that place. During the lunch break I always went back to my original office to drink tea. That day I was in a hurry because there was a lot of work, so I drank my tea, but forgot to wash my mug (back then we also had an invasion of cockroaches), so I had worries someone can decide to sit there in my mug, so I decided to go wash it after work (which is after 18:00). Also an important detail: I was one of the few people who had duplicate keys - keys was given to me because of my unmatched punctuality (even office janitor lost to me when tried to come earlier 💀 ), so I thought that it was convenient to peacefully wash my mug after work and then go home. So. It was 18:10 or so. When I came to the office door, I put the key into the lock, BUT IT DIDN'T TURN. I was confused, I tried the door handle and it was open. And then straight out of the dark room to me a tall guy rushed out! I wasn't terrified, I was confused (yeah, sometimes I realize stuff later), he was obviously nervous (another funny thing that it didn't scare me but rather made me extremely chill like oh poor guy what's the matter? I know I'm so dumb), so I asked who was he. He began to vaguely tell me that he's fixing an internet?? And here another gag in my defense: that week my colleague invited some IT-guy to help build a web-site and some days they could stay for a few hours after work, so it confused me, because I have never seen the guy. Okay, so I asked who let him in, he vaguely began to explain but I haven't heard a single name of the people working here. I was asking a few questions like, "who let you in, come find me the person", to what he was answering sm like "YOU come find" and I was like ???? are you ok, dude? At this point I was rather pissed off by the situation.

So again. A dark 4th floor, with no one around. Me and him, and then I just came into the office room to check if everything is okay (back then we didn't lock out laptops in safes, everything were right on the tables lol). Everything visually was fine. The guy just went away, and there I spotted that he left his phone on the chair 💀 lmao and on the phone someone named "Melon" was calling him :D I giggled a bit and in a second the guy RUSHED BACK HERE AND WAS LIKE OMG I FORGOT MY PHONE!!! And I was like: is this it? Here. Anything else you forgot? And he: no, thank you, I'll come back tomorrow, And I was like: Okay, goodbye. Him: Goodbye.

Lol. After I immediately contacted my boss to clarify if there was someone staying in the office, and she told me that no, and like I GUESS SOMEONE TRIED TO BURGLARY US. And I was like whoa damn,,,, I need to check everything. I went into the office room again, turned on the light AND SUDDENTLY A LIGHT BULB EXPLODED. And only at this moment the thought "damn, some real shit is going on" crossed my mind💀. I tried to remember if every laptop is in place. Haven't noticed anything unusual, so I locked the office and went home thinking stuff like "what if the guy had a knife?" :DDDD (actually it still might not consider as a successful preventing robbery, because the next day it turned out that the guy has stolen a photo camera..... but who knows if he'd stole more)

The funny thing is that my mug was left unwashed that day.💀

[supernaturalfreewill]

Cas set the mug of steaming hot tea down beside you and took his seat in the chair next to you again.

"Thanks, Cas," you said distractedly, still staring at the lore on the laptop screen. Your brow was furrowed just a little, enough to make that little line appear by your left eyebrow, and you were chewing on your bottom lip as you often did when concentrating.

Cas wasn't sure why it happened at that moment, but it suddenly did, and he couldn't hold it in anymore as he traced the shape of your profile with his cobalt blue eyes and memorized the way your hair was falling. "Y/N—" he began, gulping.

"Hmm?" you asked, clicking around on the screen.

"You know I love you, right?" the angel said.

You suddenly froze entirely, still as stone, and then looked over at him with your lips parted and wide eyes. "....What?!"

Cas looked both confused and stunned by your reaction. "You—you didn't know?"

Your expression was incredulous and you suddenly stood abruptly, your chair nearly clattering over backwards, all work on your laptop immediately forgotten. You stared down at him, shaking your head. "No! I didn't know! Since—since when?! What are you talking about?!" you demanded.

Cas stood up awkwardly now too, wringing his hands and stuttering. "Oh—umm—well, I—" His head tilted thoughtfully. "Since always?"

"WHAT?!" you repeated. "Since—since—" Now you were stuttering and you paced a small circle in front of him. "Since always?! And you're just telling me this now? Now of all times?" You glanced back at your laptop and the stacks of books and papers littering the table.

Cas glanced at the workspace too, perplexed. "I—is now an inappropriate time?"

And then the absurdity of this moment hit you and wondrous bewilderment gave way to a wild joy in your chest and a laugh bubbled out of you as you looked back at the angel. "Cas, you absurd, wonderful weirdo," you laughed. "Only you would just announce that the way you just did."

The angel gulped and his mouth opened as if to say something else, but no sound came out.

You laughed again and shook your head, a staggering light in your eyes. "I love you too. Since... always." You stepped forward and gently gripped the front of his trench coat. "And now I'd like you to kiss me."

Cas didn't need to be told twice, and he'd never felt any such burst of warmth or happiness in his entire existence.

"You know I love you, right?" / "...What?!" / "You—you didn't know?" / "Since when?!" / "I don't know... since always?" / "WHAT?!"

[spn-exp-on-file]

I came to pretty instantly.

The first thing I noticed is the feeling of a fork in my hand, the metal sticky and uncomfortable to hold- so it gets dropped onto a platter of half eaten pancakes almost drowning in syrup, I don't even like pancakes.

"Where am I?" My voice is scratchy, practically crawling out of my throat.

It hurts to talk.

"Well we're in Georgia at the moment-" Sam gets cut off pretty quickly by Dean, who's giving me a look that would have made me shit my pants in fear if I didn't somewhat know these people.

"What the fuck are you?"

I didn't really think this far ahead about what I was going to tell them, especially considering I still needed answers on a lot of things, but the look in Dean's eyes told me not to fuck around with this.

"You're not gonna believe me." Maybe I was a bit overwhelmed with it all, keeping my gaze down on the plate of a breakfast mess in front of me- but could you really blame me?

"Try me."

I knew I wouldn't magically be better with my words in this weird alternate dimension, but the idiotic "uhhhh" that left my mouth was still an unwelcome surprise. I am destined to embarrass myself in every universe.

"So- uhm, first of all what year is it?" I couldn't make up a cover story with something that hasn't even happened yet, so I needed to make sure I wasn't about to lore drop on these two.

"Uh, 2011- why?" Sam answered quizzically.

Oh god I hated being stared at.

"So- uhm, do you guys remember being sent to an alternate dimension where you were both actors?" They're gonna think I'm crazy but then again at this point everything's a bit crazy for them, so even though it's not entirely true what I'm about to tell them- it's an easier pill to swallow than what actually happened.

If I was a normal person I'd hold back my laugh at seeing the two Winchester's faces drop- but I'm not, so I had to cover my snort up with a hackled cough.

"You've got to be kidding me." Dean deadpanned.

"I- I don't know how, but I keep getting blipped here or something." I was, yet again, temporarily distracted by a cup of coffee on the table.

The black liquid began to sway back in forth in the white mug, spilling over the edge and splattering onto the table.

Sam and Dean could have been saying something, to be honest it was pretty hard to tell when my ears began ringing and my vision started blacking out.

As soon as I took my glasses off to rub at my eyes I woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

All of it was a pretty big "what the fuck" for me.

[st-va]

The latest Hunter: the parenting ep was so fucking cool, i think I was watching it for 2/2.5 hours with a friend cause we were analysing it so much. Forgetting the plot and all the amazing lore jam-packed into that ep, the ANIMATION? Holy shit! I didn't know that it could get better AND keep its quirkiness!

Who is the Ghoul analysis after the cut!

Okay so there are two forces at play in that house, throughout the whole episode there are hints of a werewolf - in the first room, that is the dinning room, there is a wardrobe that has scratch marks and the door underneath the first floor stairs(the one that big D came through) ALSO has them. Oh, it's also a FULL MOON.

Now, the ghoul and the warewolf could be working independently, completely unaware of eachother, but it is my theory that the warewolf is Matilda and the ghoul is Amanda.

There is a little time jump that skipped some interactions. After Elise stole the smokes and keys (staff access) from Giles, she must have given them to Grim. She, in turn, went to the Security room through the vents (she was said to be good at going through them and they said that the security room is the most ventilated room). In the map it is said that Matilda came to the kitchen from the security room and she has acquired Giles' smokes, meaning that she prob caught Grim sneaking and Grim gave her his smokes in exchange for silence.

Why was Matilda going to the Security Room? And moreover, when Kitten came to the kitchen Amanda said that they could let him in to the Security room (Matilda being against the idea). When the topic of the Hunting came around, neither of them really looked scared. Amanda was just standing there, looking a bit sad or maybe disapprovingly at Matilda, and Matilda was a bit disgruntled, but nothing more really.

Matilda also brought out the subject of "Is the Ghoul really that bad?", which is honestly sending red flags all around for me, to be honest. Sure, she might genuinely be afraid and is trying to be strong, but, honestly? She looked sad.

I honestly do not know how Matilda would have gotten access to the Archives. She couldn't have stolen Remoud's keys cause D stole them seconds before unlocking the door, sure as hell couldn't have stolen Occam's so that leaves Lord Fatigue and the doctor.

Lord Fatigue was with the boys and there was such a small window of opportunity to yoink the keys that it seems impossible, but the doctor is the other option and she hasn't gotten that much screen time, plus it would make sense to get rid of the Lord later. So I'm sticking with Lord Fatigue being the one who got mugged. Again, this part of my theory is very loose, I couldn't find any evidence.

I want to call attention to how fucking furious Matilda looked after they found Occam incapacitated.

I don't think that is the face someone being sad that her employer is knocked down a peg and won't be able to pay her on time hhh. Amanda's expression is on point, she looks terrified but I will choose to believe that she is seeing the consequences of her friend's actions, in order to help her. Remember, Amanda is the Ghoul and Matilda the Warewolf.

Matilda's expression could also be a symptom of a withdrawal. Now, I will be honest. I know the bare minimum of the lore surrounding Vampire: The Masquerade and my friend couldn't find the exact thing that happens to warewolves during a full moon in this setting, so I'm basing this on pure speculation, but she could be trying to refrain from transmutating and, without her smokes, that could be more of a mental feat.

Moving on, the most damning information that we got out of the episode was after Amanda was fried, she said Baba Yaga. Holy fuck. With how the Arcanum is, there is no way in hell they would let the "Help" know of such a powerful vampire. I really couldn't think of another way she would acquire this knowledge if she isnt connected to the Masquerade in any way.

When the gang went to the pub, Matilda looked tilted as all hell.

The Ghoul is currently incapacitated, there's no way in hell that Amanda did this. This kill was the work of the Warewolf, with how fucking violent it was. Connecting this with my previous conjecture that Lord Fatigue was the one that got his keys stolen, he is a fucking Lycanthropy professor! I think, in Matilda's eyes, he was a threat and she wanted to get rid of him because it was only a matter of time before he found out. Plus, she had to turn at some point and she would have already been furious that they have been torturing her friend.

It was a golden opportunity as well. From the beginning of the episode, we know that Spit has been experiencing Delirium, the fear that comes with seeing the supernatural and that fear is accompanied with memory loss of the actual event. Git was locked in the bathroom and so Matilda could go ham on taking her rage out on Lord Fatigue.

Whoo! This has been a long one, lastly I want to point out some small things that I appreciated.

Big D going into the Harry Potter room in order to investigate the claw marks.

Marcus and Harry being complete bros and going to lift instead of dealing with an emotion situation.

Boy

Brock not sitting down when they were all gathered in the Dining room at the beginning and later saying that his kneecaps were flattened.

D's booty shorts

Honestly, this series is amazing, I don't think I've ever watched something this high quality with this much love, thought and humanity being put behind it. The work that Alfabusa and the gang are putting into making every single frame a banger is phenomenal! I really do not understand how they keep on improving.

What did you guys think? Am I mentally deranged, or am I and my friend onto something? Please tell me what you think of my lil Game Theory and if I missed anything!

[writingrenna]

"Learn to Love" (Pt. 1)

Jacq x GN!Reader

You finally catch the Capsakid that likes to bully you, but he doesn't listen, so you go to the world-renowned Jacq for some advice.

Also, you're also a shy nerd that draws in your free time so THIS IS THE FIRST FANFIC WITH ART ACCOMPANYING IT BAYBEEEEE--

If the lore seems fake, it's because it sorta is, but it's based on actual lore, if that makes sense?? I'm pretending the games aren't games basically, I'd S C R E A M if someone said my dog was on "Level 5", lmao

Tone/Ending: Frustrating, Hopeful

Warnings (for the whole fic): It's implied Capsakid directly attacked you before this, then he bullies you for a while, causing you to get frustrated by him and your lack of progress for a bit. You also risk your life and get really depressed at one point. You cry during the first half-ish, a bit more than intended

Word Count: 5,000-ish?

_\V/_

You're running down the hallway, hands behind your back, not caring about the eyes on you as you do so. You had an important question to ask the resident biology teacher about a little... situation of yours. It was the first day of summer classes, which you had enrolled in at basically the very last second in a desperate bid to solve your problem.

You make it to the door, classroom 1-A. You don't even bother knocking, striding right into your homeroom class 45 minutes early so you'd have a better chance at talking one-on-one.

"Mr. Jacq!"

The man chokes on his coffee, having been startled by your abrupt entrance.

"Eh-" he coughs, putting the coffee mug down and hitting his chest. You give him a moment, adrenaline flushing out your body as his reaction grounds you.

"...sorry..." you say rather meekly.

He makes a flapping gesture with his hand to dissuade you.

"Nono, not to worry, I-"

He clears his throat one last time.

"...just..." He coughs, getting the last bit of spluttering out of his system. "...wasn't expecting anyone yet..."

He sits up, looking at you.

"You are..." He squints and says the first name on his mind, and you nod, confirming it. He seems relieved to have remembered your name and face from orientation.

"So! How may I assist you this fine morning?"

You're suddenly nervous for some reason. You almost forgot why you came in with such a fiery passion, but then-

"Oh, right! I caught my first ever Pokémon two months ago. Problem is-- it's kind of a jerk."

He snorts.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Look at this thing!"

You pull your arm from behind your back before he could really respond, showing him a Capsakid silently staring out into space. At first, neither of you say a word, but after a few moments, Jacq gets curious.

"Wh-why is it like this? Did something happen?"

"No? It's just been like this lately. I don't know if this is better or worse than what it was like before, though."

He looks up at you.

"What was it like before?"

You grumble, remembering the start of your rivalry.

"Well, before, whenever I left the city to go towards Porto Marinada, it'd run up and attack me! Now, it doesn't really attack me anymore, it just doesn't listen..."

Jacq nods, looking the little bud directly in the eyes. Capsakid seemed to be staring right through him as if in deep thought, not making a peep. It takes him a moment, but he realizes something.

"Wait, you caught it near Cascarrafa, right? In the Asado Desert?"

"Yeah?"

"Aaand this is your very first Pokémon, right?"

"...yeah?"

He looks away from you, unsure of how to say this.

"Well, uh..."

He looks up to meet your eyes.

"...I... I don't think it respects you yet."

"WHAT!?" You reel back, Capsakid still in-hand.

He winces.

"I'm sorry. You need to get a bit more experienced first, maybe train up a weaker Pokémon or two so it can watch you get better? Pokémon in that area are fairly strong, they need the right kind of trainer to tame them. It'll be harder for beginners to get through to them."

He waits for your response. You haven't made a move yet, still holding Capsakid, who looks to be falling asleep. You grunt, shaking your head a bit before finally saying something.

"Ugh, fine.

He smiles. Meekly, but he still smiles.

"Great! I'm rooting for you, I hope to see you two getting along this semester..."

You nod, defeated, walking out of class, Capsakid still in-hand.

_\V/_

It was lunch time. You made your way outside, placing the Capsakid down in the grass, where it immediately started running around. You were sitting in the shade so it could refuel in the sunshine as you ate. You pull out an apple slice.

"Hey, Kid!"

The Capsakid continues to spin around, as if it didn't hear you. You know it did, however, as it quite obviously smirked when it noticed you. You grumble.

"Hey, your loss!"

It continues to bask in the sun as you angrily munch on your sandwich, glaring at it.

You don't notice the pair of eyes on you.

"Hello, hello, there!"

You turn to the man, who looked to feel bad about your predicament.

"Hm?"

He walks over to you, looking at Capsakid.

"Looks like it's enjoying itself..." he comments absent-mindedly.

You nod.

"I guess so..."

He looks down at you, then back up at Capsakid.

"Hey, if you want to feed it, do this."

He gets a Poké Block out of a little container in his pocket before holding it up.

"Hey, Capsakid!"

It stops, turning toward him.

"This is for you, eat it when you want to, okay?"

He places it a little ways away from you on a napkin. Capsakid watches his every move before looking up at him... and then going right back to running around.

"See??"

"Nono, that was the point. It'll come to you when it's ready, and it will most likely keep its distance. Buuut, it'll still eat if it's hungry, and probably even appreciate you letting it have its space."

You look at Jacq, before looking over at Capsakid, who doesn't look to be done quite yet. You decide to trust his word, though.

"...okay..."

He grins.

"There ya go, patience is key here. I know you'll do great."

You can't help but doubt him, but you take what he says to heart.

_\V/_

Classes were over, and you were at the library. Capsakid was watching you read a book on Pokémon obedience. Sighing, you look over to it, and it looks at you... and smirks. You grumble.

"Yeah, I don't think this book will work for you, you're a strange one for sure..."

It just giggles at you. It was melodic, even vaguely familiar, but you were too preoccupied by its audacity to think about it. You snap the book closed, causing it to jump a little.

"A'ight! I think it's about time we head to our dorms."

You get up, making your way over to the shelf you got the book from. Capsakid watches you again as you struggle to push the row of books back to slide it in. You grunt, but you manage, sighing and turning to the juvenile (and you do mean juvenile) spicy pepper.

"Ya ready?"

It blinks, not giving an answer. You simply walk over and grab him, but not before thinking of something.

"...y'know, the school store might have something that can help us."

Capsakid tilts its head as you commit to this little change of course.

_\V/_

"MR. JAAAAACQ!!"

You run into the biology room, catching him off-guard as he was studying the terrarium he kept at the back of the classroom.

"Wha-"

"It's doing it again!"

You hold Capsakid out to him, who was staring out into space like that first morning before classes started. Jacq looks at it.

"...uh-huh... what did you do right before this started?"

"I-I dunno! We were watching a movie in my dorm, and it wasn't paying attention because it was eating a snack! I thou-"

"A snack," he mumbles to himself. You pause your explanation, looking at him. He continues, turning to you.

"What was it?"

"A Poké Bean?"

His eyes light up.

"OHHHHH! That explains it."

"Huh?" You don't know what he means.

"You gave it a bean, those usually endear people to Pokémon because they start to associate you with the good feelings they get while eating them. But with you, it feels conflicted, since it still doesn't respect you..."

You take in his answer... and it makes sense.

"Oh. So he just feels neutral instead of actually liking me more."

"Correct."

He looks at your defeated expression and solemnly smiles.

"I take it Capsakid ate a bean before you came in on the first day, too?"

You nod once. He huffs a little. Capsakid is just lazily relaxing in your hands, so he decides to do a little test.

"Hold it up to your face?"

"Eh? Okay..."

You do as you're told, holding Capsakid up and turning it around to look at your face. Jacq walks behind you to see it staring directly into your eyes, neutrality evident.

"Ah, yeah, see? It needs consistency. It wants to listen, it knows you're trying, but you don't have a commanding enough presence yet. It can tell you're unsure of yourself, but it still sees you, see?"

"It... sees me?" You move it to the side a little. It turns its head to keep staring at you, eyes widening a little. You aren't sure what this means.

"What do you mean?"

"Heh, it's easier to notice as you get to know it, but it sees who you are, and it wants to trust you enough to let you command it, but it needs to see that you know what you're dealing with."

You nod. You think you get it. Just get strong and keep being nice. You can do this, even though you've never trained a Pokémon before. You didn't even really help in training your mom's Dachsbun when you were growing up, but you'll still try.

You nod.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

He beams at you.

"Nice! I'm glad you're sticking by its side, even if it's a little f-frustrating..."

You nod at this, idly staring at the Pokémon in your hands. Guess this is it, no turning back now, lest you end up enrolled for absolutely no reason.

_\V/_

It's the end of Jacq's class. He had asked you to stay behind for a little bit, so here you were, poking Capsakid with the eraser side of your pencil to keep it from tearing your notes out. Jacq comes over, pulling a stool up on the other side of the table to study it.

"So, how have things been going?"

"Bad." Is all you say, keeping your eye on your little troublemaker.

He hums in response, looking at it too. He shoots it a stern yet gentle glare, so it plops down on the table, looking out at the posters near the door to seem occupied.

"Well, it's obvious it still causes mischief, but perhaps it's just in its nature," he adds while getting a good look at it. Getting a better, calm look is making him notice things about Capsakid he didn't before, but he can't be sure without a more thorough analysis.

Capsakid grunts, or at least, you think it does, as Jacq gently puts a finger on its head to see how it reacts. It's still able to move, so it turns its head to get a look at him, a surprised expression on its face. It intimidates you, seeing Jacq so effortlessly calm it down just by being there. Perhaps Capsakid can sense his strength? His ability to tame?

You hum, deep in thought, looking down at the table. You needed a game-plan, because it's quite obvious it won't trust your abilities more in any way but to show it how commanding you can be.

After a bit of silence (which you thankfully don't notice), you sit up.

"Jacq?"

You notice him quickly looking down when you bring your attention back to him, Capsakid looking at him curiously.

"Yes?"

"I think... I'm gonna go out for a few days, catch a weak Pokémon and start from the beginning. Have it watch me, even."

He nods, keeping his eyes trained on the tiny pepper.

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe this is the thing it needs to trust you."

You huff a little and simply say "Hopefully..."

_\V/_

"CAPSAKID, USE HEADBUTT!"

The little green baby, bless its heart, actually listened... until it decided to run away from the Pawmi about halfway there.

"WHAT THE-"

Capsakid runs before unceremoniously falling on its face. You stare for a second, not sure if you should go over and help when it sits its head up.

"...you good?"

It stands up on its own before running toward you. You don't move, watching it to see what it does. It just looks up at you.

"...um..."

The Pawmi isn't quite sure what to make of the situation, looking over at the little group of Pawmi she was once apart of before quickly turning back towards you two, still on-edge.

You grunt.

"Ok, use Headbutt!"

The Capsakid aims for Pawmi... before using Bullet Seed, the same attack it used on you whenever you entered the desert back home. Pawmi actually takes quite a thrashing, but it holds it together, shaking off the move and avoiding the next onslaught the best is can despite being fairly inexperienced. You take this moment of weakness as your chance to catch it, throwing the Pokéball at the creature and watching it shake... shake... shake... until...

She escapes?

"Oh no!"

Pawmi lets out a mighty cry before running over, using Thunder Shock on your partner. Capsakid tanks the hit with ease despite being quite a bit smaller than it... actually, why is it so small? They're usually about the same height...

You make a mental note to ask Jacq about that later.

"Capsakid, use..."

You get an idea.

"...Zen Headbutt?"

Capsakid perks up in recognition before simply swaying a little, closing its eyes and yawning.

Right, it seems to know Zen Headbutt. You had read somewhere that the Capsakid that live around the area you met may know that one.

You grunt, readying a Pokéball.

"Capsakid, use... um..."

Your hesitation makes Capsakid emit that same melodic little giggle. A villain in the making, really. You growl, trembling, looking up to yell out into the sky before turning your attention to Capsakid. Your shadow looms over the creature, words forceful and eyes showing a fury it hadn't seen before.

"CAPSAKID, USE BULLET SEED!"

It flinches instead, which causes you loosen your stance as the Pawmi uses this opportunity to Scratch it, quite badly, actually. You jump back, yelping in surprise and worry, but it shakes it off and throws a quick yet intense Bullet Seed her way, which seems to do the trick. You throw the Pokéball, and finally, you catch your second Pokémon.

"All right! Now we're moving!"

Capsakid turns around, staring up at you.

"Hey, you did great, Kid! C'mon, let's go back. It's getting dark, and you need a recharge."

You recall it before running to a Poké Center to heal your team members.

_\V/_

You run back to the academy, excited to settle in and start your new life tomorrow, a life with a new friend, and a life where Capsakid might actually listen to you.

You knock on Jacq's door, where you know he'll be lingering, probably with a coffee and a stack of papers. And you're right! He answers, a puzzled look on his face when he realizes you look like you just ran a marathon.

"Eh? You all right, there?"

"I went-" *Huff* "-to the place-" *Huff* "-down there, w-with th-" *Huff* "-the people-!"

He furrows an eyebrow, unsure of what you're trying to convey there as you continue to steady your breathing.

"I... see?"

You take a deep breath before perking up, breathing still a little haggard.

"Yeah! Here's my new Pokémon, Mimi!"

You let Pawmi out of its Pokéball, emitting a squeal as she materializes. She then looks around, eyes full of awe and wonder as she studies her surroundings. Jacq can't help but smile.

"Oh, great job! How'd catching it go?"

"Well, I uh... eventually Cap... kinda listened?"

He has a face that betrays the fact that he's a bit skeptical, but he's a professional, and he's there to listen and figure out what happened.

"Tell me, what do you mean by, uh, 'kinda'?"

You start to remember the fight, how it almost listened when you commanded it to use Headbutt, which it seems to have stopped using in favor of perfecting its slightly stronger alternative. How it didn't use the move you called out until...

...until...

Your eyes widen momentarily as you get a sinking feeling of guilt in your stomach. You were aggressive. It flinched. You didn't want it to be trained or raised fearing you, no matter how bad it can be. You just wanted to get along and grow closer.

Jacq notices the pained look on your face as it drastically falls. He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay, tell me what happened, I'll understand."

Your voice trembles a little.

"I-I-" you take a deep breath in through your nose, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Jacq goes from worried to mildly panicked, leaning in a little more.

"...I yelled... at it, I-"

You take in a few rapid breaths, guilt clawing at you with no end in sight. Jacq clears his throat a little before guiding you towards a chair in front of Pawmi, who was now sitting on a desk, looking rather excited for its new life amongst these weird lights.

Jacq kneels in front of you as you continue to try and hold back your tears, one arm hovering in front of your face.

"Okay, okay, it happens, even experienced trainers slip up sometimes, don't feel too bad..."

But it's too late. You shudder as the tears fall, a pitiful noise escaping your lips as you curl in on yourself a little.

"Bu-but, it's just a- a little guy-y-"

Jacq gently places a finger under your chin, lifting your head up as you sniffle and babble to yourself, staring off to the side and recalling how Capsakid flinched under you, which elicits a whimper. He's lost in the moment, not thinking about how bad this would look, even if you are an adult student. He just stares, your eyes now squeezed shut as you get sucked into your sorrow. It takes him a few moments for him to even remember where you two are, and when he does, the rest of the situation comes crashing back down on him. His eyes go wide and he reverts back to instructor mode.

"Okay, stay here."

He stands up and walks over to his desk, which is when you take the opportunity to turn and sob into the one in front of you. This catches Pawmi off-guard, who worriedly pats you on the head and squeaks, bending down to try and catch a glimpse of your face. He returns with what you assume are tissues. He pulls your arm a little so your body is facing his again, before kneeling like before, taking your hands in his and placing some on top of your hands.

"Remember this moment..." he begins, eyes closed and thumbs gently rubbing your hands over the tissues. "Remember, that you're trying, and sometimes you make mistakes. That the road is winding, and confusing, and sometimes, a path that brings you closer to the finish line might end up being a dead-end..."

You sniffle, finally cracking your eyes open and looking at the bunch of tissues.

"...but you're still trying, and improving despite it all, because for whatever reason deep in your heart, this is all worth the effort, the effort of even trying. What happens next is not the goal, this step right here is..."

And then it hits you. Why... are you trying? It's not like you HAD to keep Capsakid, you didn't need to dedicate your life to a troublemaker that got some sick joy out of tormenting you, watching you hesitate to leave the city and cackling with glee. You could've given it away, let it loose far away from you, kept it under your bed, even registered yourself a storage box using a PC and put it there until the end of time...

But for some reason, this made your stomach churn and left a bitter taste in your mouth. You even winced at this realization, face twisting into one of mild discomfort for even thinking it.

Capsakid, for whatever reason, didn't fight back when you caught it. You didn't even HAVE to fight it. You borrowed a Larvesta from a local rental service to accompany you to the pier, but you didn't need to use it, awkwardly hesitating to call out a move before deciding not to fight it at all, throwing the Pokéball and tempting fate.

And it worked. You assumed the wide-eyes it had as you threw it were of surprise, but now, your mind is saying something else was there as well. It almost immediately took to destroying your place, causing mayhem for you, and overall being a little menace.

But it stayed, for whatever reason. And you wanted to understand it, for yet another unknown reason.

Jacq notices the scowl on your face and grows worried. He leaves the tissues in your hands before gently, but firmly rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

"Please... please don't give up on this little guy..."

Your eyes shoot open before looking puzzled, almost shocked he'd even ask that before realizing he doesn't know what you just went through internally. You shake your head.

"I won't."

He smiles, rather uncontrollably at that.

"Good."

_\V/_

You're yawning, barely holding it together as you stumble your way towards homeroom with a coffee from the Seabreeze Café. Capsakid strides ahead of you, a deadpan look on its face, although it seems to be smiling a little. Pawmi is sitting on your shoulder, holding on tight and looking around. Jacq walks out carrying a small stack of papers before spotting you, face lighting up and grinning.

"Ah, hello, hello, how are you today?"

You groan, eyes closed, leaning forward as if you're about to fall over. Mimi squeaks in surprise, eyes shooting open and tensing up before collecting herself.

"I think Cap has Insomnia. Like, actual insomnia," you start. "I wanted to spend time with it last night, but..."

You yawn as Cap simply gives up and walks into the classroom without you.

"I... I thought that meant it was only resistant to moves that put it to sleep, but... I guess it leaks out into day-to-day life, too?"

Jacq nods.

"That happens. In fact, it's perfectly normal, being the case more often than you'd think."

You nod, eyes still closed. You manage to force them open after squeezing them shut for a moment. When you do, Jacq has a fond smile on his face, trying to hold back a laugh. You flinch, not expecting to see him like this. He chuckles a bit.

"Ah, you should go inside. I'll be back after I make copies of this assignment, sooo, sit tight, all right?"

You yawn again, nodding before walking to your usual spot. Putting your head down, you felt sleep quickly overtake you, so you allow yourself to take a little nap.

_\V/_

A little while later, you hear Jacq's voice calling your name.

"Heyyyy... hello?"

You snort and sit up, drool on your face and eyes closed. As you wipe it away, you hear snickering. It's really close, so you open one eye a tad to see him looking down at you.

"-eh?"

He's sitting backwards in a chair, arms resting on the back of it and laying his head down, staring at you with an amused expression, a strange twinkle in his crinkled eyes. Or, maybe it's there because your vision is blurry...?

"Yoo-oou mumble in your sleeeep~" he said in a sing-songy voice.

You make a weird whimpering noise before sitting up some more.

"Yeah...?" you say, squeezing your eyes shut before shaking your head, blinking a few times to see better. It was as you were doing this that you realized--

"-CRAP!" You panic, looking around the room. This catches Jacq off-guard, but he quickly realized what was wrong when you looked under your desk.

"Oh, your Pokémon! They're both OK, we just had lunch."

You sigh with relief.

"Oh, thank gooooooooooo--"

You squint, processing the previous statement.

"...did I... sleep through like, half my classes...?"

He nods, leaning in again, bottom half of his face covered by his arm as he looks off to the side. His voice is muffled slightly, but you understand him.

"Mm-hmm, you just wouldn't wake up. But even if you were able to get up, I couldn't send you to class like that, so I let you stay in here..."

You grumble, sitting up.

"I... see..."

You stretch, face contorting a little as your eyebrows furrowed. Letting out a little yawn, you hunch over, eyes closed.

"Ok, now what? I gotta... get myself together, hold on-"

Jacq gives you a moment to figure out a game-game-plan as he pulls out his Rotom Phone.

You didn't know why missing class felt so bad. You were only here to learn how to raise Cap, and you guess Mimi now. Plus, your schedule was flexible to the point of it being comedic. Your heart really wasn't in your studies, but that wasn't the school's fault.

As you sit there, thinking to yourself, a man walks into the room. You don't think to open your eyes or look at whoever entered, but when you hear the familiar cries of your Pokémon, you turn to see Mr. Saguaro pointing in your direction. Mimi runs along his arm with a few happy little squeaks, hopping from table-to-table with Kid on her back, who jumps off at the desk directly next to yours as Mimi comes to nuzzle you.

"These little ones were certainly a handful, but I enjoyed making food small enough to accommodate them. It was..."

He looks off to the side, a thoughtful expression on his face before nodding with a smile.

"...adorable."

You nod, saying "I can imagine!" before thanking him for taking care of them, looking at your duo as he leaves. Mimi was rubbing on your arm, obviously happy despite how the day started, while Capsakid... is looking at you, mouth slightly tilted to the side as if realizing something.

"Eh?"

Jacq notices, too. Turning in the chair so he's facing Capsakid, he makes an observation.

"Hm, seems like it's thinking hard about something."

You turn to him.

"Huh? Like what? It just got here..."

He nods.

"True. It may be something already on its mind that's just starting to make sense."

You squint, leaning back.

"Wha-"

You look at Capsakid again, who's eyes seem to widen when you do. The little tilted frown on its face deepens, eyes now slightly furrowed, prompting you to frown as well, a little worried. Jacq turns toward you.

"I wouldn't worry about it, it doesn't seem to be stressed about anything, just pondering something. But if anything changes, be sure to take note of it, okay?"

You nod, still facing Capsakid, observing how it watches your response.

"Will do."

_\V/_

You grumble a little trying to come up with a route. Capsakid is eating a bit of potato tortilla, sitting on your desk and looking up at you as you study your map. You then turn to Pawmi.

She was resting under your window, taking in the sunlight like Capsakid would usually do. You look at the clock. It's almost time for you to head out and start your week-long training session.

Grabbing your bag and your empty belt, you give them a little warning.

"Ok, you two! 12 more minutes and we're out of here!"

Mimi seems to take what you said and decides to use this time to mentally prepare herself, nodding with a determined face. Capsakid, however, just keeps on munching, no change in energy or even a sign that it heard you. You aren't worried, but you feel a bit bummed starting off like this. You decide not to let this change anything, simply going to the man that's helped you the most so far.

You leave your Pokémon in the room, going to the biology room, where he's currently in-between classes. Giving the door a few good taps is what it takes to get his attention. You feel the smile in his voice, as if he expected and even knew it was you.

"Ah, hello, hello! Come on in!"

You do so, walking into the classroom.

"Hi..." You shyly wave at him.

"Yooou ready for today?"

You nod.

"Yup! Super ready, ready to get it done at least."

He... nods, hesitantly.

"Ah, I see."

You realize what you said.

"Uhp- kidding! Kidding. No, really, I'm kidding! It's just... I dunno."

"Hey, no, I get it. New chapter, very overwhelming stuff." He flashes a toothy smile.

You feel uneasy, looking at his smile, but you ignore the feeling.

"S-sorry, just dropping by 'cause... well, I-I don't know why."

You fiddle with your belt a little.

"Hey, it's all right, you don't need a reason to come see me."

"Oh! Okay, then uh..."

You awkwardly point finger guns at him.

"...see ya next week...?"

He grins just as awkwardly.

"Yeah? Of course."

You nod before waddling out without another word towards to your dorm room. 'Why are things weird now?' You can't help but ponder this as you slam your door shut.

"Ookaay, you ready?"

Mimi chirps affirmatively, but Kid ignores you entirely, laying on its side and pretending to be asleep. You wait a few seconds before groaning, the realization that it's doing this on purpose hitting you. You simply recall it back into its Pokéball and call for Mimi.

"C'mon, Mii! We're off!"

You walk out your dorm room, making sure to lock it. Pawmi on your shoulder, you begin your march toward the entrance hall. This was the first time you really left the school for an extended period of time, so you were a little nervous. But at this point, you'd do anything to get Capsakid to respect you.

During your talk the other day, Jacq had reassured you that Capsakid actually does seem to like you, but that was hard to believe since it doesn't see you as worthy of being its trainer. He said it's normal for this to happen, that both can be true at once, but it still felt bewildering, so you didn't get your hopes up.

Sighing, you step into the great hall, looking around one last time... as you heard footsteps approaching, along with your own name. Turning around, you saw Jacq, face red as he caught up with you.

"Ah, thank goodness you're still here-!"

He stops for a moment, hands on his knees as he bent over to catch his breath, mumbling "I really should've remembered- while you were still in my class-" to himself. You stand there, unsure of what to do. Mimi makes a little cooing noise as she stares at him, also uncertain. He finally sits back up, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a phone you've seen a lot of your peers using.

"I can't help but notice you have an older model of Rotom Phone," he starts, causing you to jump slightly at how embarrassingly blunt his comment was for a second. He continues, saying "-it's no problem in day-to-day life, but, you might want a newer one while out exploring. It could very well save your life!"

You think about this, not quite sure what he means. He can see your confusion, so he explains.

"Ah, this model has the ability to do many things! It can even power other items in the Rotom line. And if you ever fall, it will sense your velocity and slow your descent, no matter where you are."

He looks away, sheepish.

"I-it also has the latest edition of the Pokédex app. Fun fact! I, uh, developed it myself, back before I was in education, hehe..."

He seemed so timid stating his accomplishment, but you're honestly more curious now.

"Okay, how do I upgrade my phone, and where should I get one?"

Jacq smiled, holding the empty shell out.

"Just let your rotom possess this! All your data should transfer over, but it'll take a little while for it to adjust to the new one, it'll have to sync up with all its capabilities..."

"Wha- aren't those expensive?"

His face stays the same for a moment before morphing into one of sheer panic.

"Oh! Don't worry about it, really! You're starting your journey from the very beginning, i-it'd be easier if I aided you along the way... I have a few spares, the lab can be a mess at times, and uh... y-y'know..."

He closes his eyes as he finishes, grinning nervously. It seems like he didn't even think about it, so you hesitantly nod, holding your phone up. Jacq does the same, holding up the new one with a smile.

Your Rotom emerged from your old phone, leaving it a husk before entering the new one. The screen lit up in an instant, successfully making the move.

"Oh! Now what?"

He hands it to you.

"You just wait for it to boot back up to your lock screen..."

It's actually fairly quick, and soon enough, you see a familiar sight: a weird doodle of Pawmi blepping.

Jacq raises an amused eyebrow at this. You nervously chuckle, but remain silent otherwise.

"Ah, there you go! Now, you may have to wait for certain apps to update, but they'll all be available soon... any questions?"

You shake your head no, but you do offer something.

"I-is it weird to... exchange numbers?"

He tenses up, but he shakes his head.

"Well, I suppose not. I mean..."

He looks away.

"...of course... we can, I mean."

You nod before allowing your phones to exchange contacts, sending each other your default greeting messages.

"Thanks, might need a bit of advice while out on the field," you say, pointing to and holding your phone up, shaking it a little. He nods, grunting a little.

After this, curiousity gets the better of you. You check to see if the Pokédex app had updated, and it did, so you check it out on the spot. Jacq, upon hearing the little jingle, grew panicked, holding his hands up.

"W-wait, right here??"

You look at him, confused as the app loaded up.

"Oh, I wanted to test it out... maybe I can register Pawmi?"

He doesn't respond verbally, but after a few seconds, he gives a single nod.

You look at Pawmi, who nods as well before jumping off your shoulder, politely sitting down on the ground in front of you two with a little smile. She seems to know what the Pokédex is already, as if she's seen other Pokémon be, or even been scanned by it herself. You huff in amusement.

"Huh, even wild Pokémon seem to know about this. Great job, Jacq!"

You playfully rub his side with your elbow, eliciting a little chuckle as he turns away, limply holding the side of his left hand up to his mouth while rubbing his head with the right, flustered.

You hold your phone up, scanning the mon, heart pounding as you register your first Pokémon in quite a while, as well as the first time registering a teammate, something you were quite content not having before, but now couldn't wait to get to know more-

"Pawmi, the Mouse Pokémon. It has underdeveloped electric sacs on its cheeks, as well as electricity-discharging organs on the pads of its paws. The sacs on its cheeks will only produce electricity when furiously rubbed using its paw pads, while its stance is unsteady when firing electricity from said forepaws."

Pawmi sits up with pride, while your eyes sparkle with a newfound ardor.

"Whoooooah, this is so coool! No wonder people are always running around filling these things up!"

Sure, you had used the old app to identify Pokémon before, but to learn about your new friend sparked something in you.

"It's so convenient, too! You kinda blessed the world here-"

You turn to him, but now his entire upper half is facing away from you, head rubs now furious in intensity. You immediately go silent upon this revelation. His voice cracks a little when he responds.

"O-oh ye-ah?"

He then clears his throat, fist flying up to cover it.

"Thank y-you."

He turns away entirely. You tilt your head, but Pawmi has a glint in her eyes, paws flying up to suppress a giggle. You idly wonder what she saw when he coughs.

"Well then, b-be sure to have fun out there! I have to go, class starts soon, but uh, you have my number! Goodbye."

He then power walks off, head down.

You stand there confused as to why he was so apprehensive about you using the app in front of him before shrugging. Developers know best after all. Maybe he was in the process of fixing something, the previous edition doesn't get updated much. Pawmi seems to be staring at you with a devious smile, as if she knows.

"Paws, you may need to be my eyes sometimes."

She closes her eyes and chirps, seemingly happy with that idea.

_\V/_

End of Part 1

A/N

POV, you watch me slowly give up and start making up my own Pokélore

Also the ending of part one makes it seem like he's super duper into you already, HE ISN'T! But it is a start. I have such a cute explanation for why he's so fond of you already though and I cannot WAIT to get to that part oh my god

Also, sobbing/j, just realized why the spacing is weird when I upload these while trying to find a place to post this part. I think it's because it counts a line break as a space even if it isn't visible in my notes app, so one space for me is two for you, crying and bawling/j

[goobus-central]

(tw dark shit. dont read if you're too sad for it pls)

au facts: hero mode 2 edition because i want one of those mugs/tshirts that says "i <3 ____" but it says i <3 marie angst

also i asked if you guys wanted to see this ina previous au fact post and it got a lot of notes so i assume thats a yes

edit: forgot to mention being an idol was fucking hell. theres a little more in an old post but not much bc i dont have much about it

-the way callie disappeared is she had a fucking mental break and left the apartment to cool off and never fucking came back

-also the squid sisters dynamic is way different but basically marie makes sure callie doesnt forget to eat and accidentally starve herself and callie makes sure marie doesnt have a panic attack upon experiencing a moderate emotion

-so marie is completely by herself with a lot of big feelings she doesnt understand or know what to do with so what does she do? ding ding ding!! shes just mad at everything now

-so now all 3 people she likes/tolerates have fucking vanished and shes completely isolated and nobody does fucking anything to help (yeah remember that from canon where nobody gave a shit?) so shes isolated for like months and is probably going insane

-agent 4 just kinda hung out at octo canyon bc he didnt realize it was a military base and then marie got there and was too exhaused to really do anything abt it

-marie was known as agent 2

-marie didnt really make him an agent he was just there and then after hero mode agent 3 was like "is that an agent 4" and 4 was like "ok cool"

-he didnt help until like 3 months in because he was like "oh holy shit this is not getting better i should probably provide some like human (inkling) contact so agent 2 doesnt khs"

-marie was too tired to tell him not to help so he just kind of awkwardly followed her until he figured out what to do

-she was just kinda vaguely mean to him because she was barely a person and incapable of much else

-you might be like "huh if marie had it this bad what happened to callie" and to that i say none of your business!! its my special lore that only i get to know. she was sad too tho dont you worry

-marie slept for like 4 days when callie got back lol

-callie could not put the shades back on even if she wanted to!!!! marie burned them

edit 2: i almost forgot the best part! marie stabbed octavio with a boxcutter until he stopped screaming

[dangelqueentmnt16]

Hat box ghost x autistic reader 💕

Based a real story from my dear friend with autism! 

My name is Y/N I'm 18 and I live in Louisiana, in an old mansion. I'm walking home after school, you see people are ignorant asshols! I was in class today talking to my bff. We were walking down the hall to lunch.I was talking about my favorite game plants vs zombies! The lore is actually very coated and detailed! But suddenly my stupid classmates intruded in our conversation! "Hey Y/N, how's it going!?" They taunted me, my bff scrunched her nose in annoyance. "Go away, I'm not dealing with your shit today Claire!" I snapped at her. But little did I notice the air horn Maggie had in her hand, suddenly she blaired it in my right ear! Scarring me shitless, my bff saw me collapse and cover my ears on the floor. She snarled at the tow twits, and began yelling at them, but all I could hear was ringing… my hands and body felt shaky…. My voice began to stutter in mumbles and sounds without illegible words. My bff saw this and knew that moving me would only over stimulate me more! But she sat with me for the whole hour, even though the teacher eventually made us go back to class…

You see, I have autism, and I'm very known for being overstimulated easily in school. Due to the one year I had an attack during a fire drill! You see, sudden loud noises tend to make me over-stimulate… and my classmates think I'm faking it or I'm just crazy! The only real friend I have is my bff, who has OCD! To say the least, the rest of the day was hell! I was fumbling over myself, and put myself into my drawing trying to keep calm. It didn't really help much, but my teachers were understanding. but mostly I just wanted to go home! 

I'm now on my way home walking down the dirt road, the air is crisp and cool. Autumn is in motion and the air feels free with lively energy! As I walk down the lane to the front of the house, i noticed my parents cars weren't in the driveway. Mom must be at work, and dad is probably getting groceries. I walk up the steps to meet the door, inserting the key and turning it with a click. I push the door open with a eary creek, and close it behind me trapping the cool air outside! "HELLO, IM HOOOOME!!!" I yell out to the house my voice, bouncing off the walls. There was no answer, so I sighed and turned to the kitchen tossing my coat off on the kitchen table. I go for the  cabinet, and grab the hot coco mix. I then put some water in the electric kettle, and set it to warm up "tisk tissue tissue, young lady put your jacket away!" I smile softly, but not much. I didn't feel great today… I turn to the direction of the voice, "hi hatty!" Before my eyes he materialized. There stood my favorite ghost with a goofy grin and hatbox in hand. He looked up at me with a smile, but it fell quickly " my dear, why do your eyes seem so sad?" I sighed a beep echoed in the room, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured the warm water in the mug. Mixing in the hot cocoa packet, I took my first sip and let the flavor take me away from my sorrows… "Y/N?" Hatty asked again and I sighed, placing my cup down on the counter. "Claire and Maggie blew a blow horn in my ear and I got over-stimulated at lunch time.." I silently confessed. His eyes widened, and his face grew with some anger. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry Y/N!" He came over to you scooping you in a cold embrace, you let the tears fall and cried into his chest. He held you like the moment he let go you'd disappear, little did I know he was plotting a great revenge! CLAIRE AND NAGGIE WILL PAY!!" The rest of the night you two spent your time in your room on your bed, cuddling watching markiplier get scared shitless from fnaf jump scares!

Part 2 eventually. I'm very busy with packing "my boyfriend & his fam r moving", and studying the G.E.D. so srry but I promise part 2 will come soon luv yall 🤗💕

[satellite-sims]

5,10,12 and 13 for the ask game ^^

hiiiii <3 thank you so much for sending me these. i'm kind of sick right now but i really want to write smth about my lore :D

5. Are there any scenes in your story that you enjoy re-reading?  

Definitely! I really enjoy scenes in bar with Gera & Hanna. They do have a special chemistry. And of course i adore scenes with comfort talking between Hanna & Antje. It was so reassuring to write them. I think i can add some piece of my writings here (i'm sorry if there might be some grammar errors, the text was translated from russian by me)

...Antje put aside her mug and slightly hug Hanna by her shoulders. – You are welcome to stay. I live alone, anyway. – Antje suggested. Hanna cuddled silently by Antje's chest. – But…there's a problem. – Said Antje suddenly. – Which one? – Hanna strained. – I have only one bed. Hanna moved over. – Oh, I- i can sleep on the floor or there on a couch. Antje laughed. – I'm joking! My bed is double-sided, you can stay wherever you want. – We can sleep in one bed? – Hanna asked unsurely. – Well, after what we were going to do yesterday i think so. – Antje smiled. Hanna blushed like a tomato and giggled. – And we were both sober. Are we serious for that? – Nielsen joked. – You know, the more i spend time with you the less i'm sure! – Antje laughed aloud. – How dare you?! – Hanna rushed resentfully on Antje and fell above her. They met their eyes. Nielsen was absolutely enchanted with Antje's crystal clear blue eyes. It seemed that time had stopped so they can enjoy each other in an absolute silence.

10. If you could choose to be one of your characters for a day, which one would it be? 

The best option i can choose is Hanna :D but she is actually me so...i guess i just like the way i am and don't want to be someone else.

12. What is your favorite thing about the simblr story writing process?

Fake scenarios! Alternative Universes! Everything i can imagine with my plot heroes because they have so much to do outside their "canonical lore". Recently, i was inspired by a simple thing and created a small scenario where Hanna and Antje in some kind of fight club? They did ballet at the daytime and by night time they go boxing. I want to do some illustrations for it so bad! And have no time for it. Sucks.

13. What characters do you feel most connected to? Why do you feel connected to that character?

I think every character in Deep End either way is connected to me because i put part of my soul into every of them. But i can't deny that the most relatable for me are Hanna and Antje. Because they're resemble me sometimes in some actions. They're like ying yang - Antje is an adult woman who want to stay child for a while and Hanna is a young girl who grew up too quickly. They both trying to be serious but as deeper we came to end of a story the faster their masks fade.

Thanks to everyone who found this interesting to read! <3

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

On Air [Chapter Four] Tick Tock [Alastor]

Warning(s): original female character, concern, OC is a serial killer, Hazbin Hotel Lore, magic, infatuation, master/pet, manipulation, demon powers, despair, plans in motion.

Tag List: @dndmaniac

No Minors Allowed!!

To say that Aelia was nervous about the outing that Alastor had spoken about was an understatement. She was tense; her feathers stood on end. And to make matters worse, she was more nervous about voicing her concerns to him. She was meant to trust him, wasn't she? 

While she wanted to believe that the outing was no more than a means to familiarize herself with the city, she knew based on a statement that Alastor had made that it was not.

“There is a series of projects I am passionate about. It's time to initiate them, and the first involves you.”

What did he mean? 

This question plagued Aelia the following morning as she got dressed in a cream-colored drop waist with floral lace. Alastor constructed it for her using magic, insisting that she wear it during their stroll. While it was gorgeous, it looked like it was styled based on attire from the early 1930s.

Just how long had he been in Hell? 

Aelia put the question in the back of her mind and left her room. The sound of her heeled shoes clacked on the hardwood floor as she sauntered through the living room to the kitchen. Alastor did not seem to be awake; either that or he was in his broadcast booth. She decided to make him a cup of black coffee since he disliked tea, a little-known fact she found out last night.

Once the coffee was done, she poured some into a pinkish-red mug that read ‘Oh Deer’ and took it to the booth. Hesitantly, Aelia knocked on the door, hoping that she did not disturb him.

“Master Alastor, I made you some coffee,” Aelia announced.

A moment later the door came up, but she was met by no one. Movement on the floor caught her attention, and she noticed the sinister shadow that sometimes occupied Alastor. It motioned for her to follow, then slunk across the floor like a snake back to where she assumed Alastor was. Aelia closed the door and followed it. 

“Morning,” she greeted as she approached the antlered man. He looked more awake than she felt. 

Alastor widened his grin. 

“Good morning, bèt kay (pet).” 

Her heart raced. She was not aware of the hearts in her eyes as he took the cup from her and motioned for her to sit. 

“We will be leaving shortly,” Alastor mentioned. He took a sip of his coffee and hummed. 

The tension she felt earlier crept back over Aelia. Her wings spread a bit, brushing Alastor’s arm but he did not comment on the action. He did however notice her apprehension. 

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Aelia flinched. She knew better than to lie to him. 

“I don't know what to expect today.” I don't want to disappoint you. 

“You don't expect me to spoil the fun, do you?” Alastor asked. 

His bright eyes glowed with amusement as Aelia shook her head. Whatever he had planned for her, it meant a lot to him, or so she reckoned. 

“I trust you.”

She knew that this was an ignorant thing to say to a demon such as Alastor but given her contract with him, she had no say so when it came to his plans for her. Luckily for Aelia, the owner of her soul seemed to get a kick out of her answer. 

Alastor laughed. 

“Your loyalty is charming.” 

As was her delusion. Alastor had never seen a minion so loyal, aside from Niffty. Reaching out, he grasped her shoulder and pulled her down onto his lap, allowing her to rest her head on his thighs. 

Aelia was in shock. Her heart raced as she felt Alastor pet her head. Was this real? Did it matter? She bit her bottom lip and nestled her face against him. 

“Continue to amuse me, bèt kay (pet),” Alastor encouraged. “I would have accepted ‘Boss’, but ‘Master’ flatters me.”

A deep heat consumed her. Aelia was not sure why, but she was happy to have pleased him. If he rewarded her like this, then she never wanted to upset him.

“Thank you,” she cooed.

Alastor yanked on her wing to peel her off his lap, then stood. The cup in his hand vanished before her eyes as he motioned for her to get up. 

“Come along now.”

Aeila stood in excitement and let Alastor lead her to the front door and outside the house. As she learned the previous day, the lodge, sitting atop stilts, was the only structure she could see beyond the dead trees, whose eerie branches reached out like hands as they followed a narrow fog-covered path away from the lodge. It was eerie, a scene straight from a horror film. 

While she was curious as to where they were heading, Aelia did not ask. She strolled silently behind her boss until the sound of gunfire reached her ears. Coming to a break in the tree line, she glanced out at a worn and derelict city. It was nothing like Cannibal Colony or the area in which she woke up; those were rather charming compared to this. 

“What is this place?”

“This promising little area is Butcher Town,” Alastor answered. “Don't let its decrepit appearance fool you, my dear. It's rich with the souls of the desperate.”

A cruel smile tugged at his lips as he thought fondly about the Sinners in Butcher Town he made deals. There was always more to go around and while not powerful, there was an advantage in numbers.

He looked over his shoulder at Aelia, curious as to what she was thinking. While he wanted her to pick his brain, he also yearned to see her shocked expression when he revealed a smidgen of his plan to her. 

Alastor knew that she would not displease him.

The knowing look on his face made Aelia feel faint. When he turned, leading her further into Butcher Town, she let out a shaky sigh. What was he thinking by bringing her here? It was odd. 

Based on his statement, I have a guess. But…what does it have to do with me? 

“Are you soul searching?”

Alastor widened his eyes in excitement. She did not know half of it, and yet he found her curiosity riveting. As much as he wanted to spill the tea, he refrained himself. 

“Perhaps. Wait and see.”

Aelia tightened her jaw. Why could he not give her a straight answer? Was he getting off on her apprehension? The suspense was eating her alive. To take her mind off it, she took in the sites of the town. While the majority of the buildings were burned down, there were a few establishments that seemed to be in use; mostly shady motels and unsavory saloons. 

The few denizens that Aelia saw were either ruthlessly attacking one another, or mean-mugging them as they strolled passed. One thing that struck her as odd, was the fact the townspeople seemed to give Alastor a wide berth, as though they were afraid of him. Perhaps it was because he was an Overlord. 

It was the same fear or respect the people of Cannibal Colony seemed to have for Rosie, except she was slightly more approachable than Alastor. Aelia glanced at the said man, looking him over. What sort of power did he have?

She followed him into an abandoned building and up to the roof. At the edge of a broken parapet, Aelia peeked down toward the ground to see several Sinners running amuck, attacking one another in brutal fashions. 

“This is a war zone,” Aelia pointed out. 

“A battle of territory,” Alastor corrected. “Sinners are more resistant than you might think, my dear. It takes a great deal of power to kill some of them.” 

The power of an Overlord, Aelia reckoned. She watched the battle wage on below her, unaware that Alastor was gauging her.

“I want you to make a deal with one of them.”

Aelia glanced at him in shock, an action that made his smile widen. There was no way he was serious.

“Is that even possible for me?”

“You doubt me?” Alastor asked. He narrowed his eyes. 

Aelia shook her head. She didn't.

“I just mean that I'm already in a contract with you. I wasn't aware it was possible to make deals that way.”

Alastor laughed. Her sensitivity toward him was admirable. Her concerns were valid, though he knew it was possible. 

“That will be your first task for me, bèt kay (pet).”

Within reason, of course. Alastor planned to manage the number of souls she made deals with. 

“How do I make a deal?” Aelia asked. 

“Every Sinner wants something; power, money, sex. You just have to find the one who is willing to sell their soul for it, my dear,” Alastor answered. 

He offered his hand, which she took without question. With a wide smile, he tucked his cane and began to lead her in a dance that Aelia was unfamiliar with. She was in no way a dancer, Alastor knew this, but it was not the point. 

As she struggled to match his smooth movements across the rooftop, Aelia felt strange. Her body was light and her feathers stood on end. She could feel every bard in them tingle as though they were alive. What was this? Was it Alastor’s doing? Before she could ask, the said man twirled her and then guided her into a dip.

Aelia was starstruck. Hearts appeared in her eyes as she stared up at him. Alastor was so close; the ends of his hair brushed her heated face.

There was something seriously wrong about this, however. In her wonder, she did not realize that her toes were the only part of her feet that were on the ground. Peeking over her shoulder, she realized that she was dangling over the edge of the building. 

“Alastor…”

To her horror, he released her, and she fell with a scream. The ground quickly rose to meet her, but her wings spread on instinct, and her feathers rotated to allow air through like slants on a Venetian blind. Once her momentum had slowed, Aelia twisted around and launched herself into the air, soaring above the rooftop. 

I'm flying…shit. 

She was curious as to whether she could or not. What else would the wings be used for? But did Alastor have to throw her off a roof to test it? If that was his motive. 

The delighted expression on her master’s face made her feel ecstatic. Aelia flew down and landed on the roof with a smile; her wings folded beside her. 

“That felt…invigorating.” 

Alastor widened his smile. 

“Invigorating indeed.”

He strolled over to her and yanked a feather from her wing, balancing it on his finger. 

Aelia whined in protest, but remarkably, even though it had been removed, she could still feel the barbs tingling. What was this? She felt it the moment Alastor touched her. Willing the feather to lift into the air, she watched it descend like a whirlybird a moment before she reached out and caught it. 

“Is this your doing?”

Alastor laughed.

“Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my dear. Or in this case, a powerful Overlord.”

Aelia paled. She did not mean to sound rude. 

“I'm not being ungrateful. I am honored that you shared some of your power–”

“Don't worry your sinful little head,” Alastor interrupted, tapping her with his cane. His eyes glowed with sinister intent. “You can atone to me by making a deal. I gave you the means to do so; the rest is up to you.” 

Aelia shook her head in understanding. She did not want to disappoint him, but it was not like she knew how to go about making one. It was something she would have to think hard about, in addition to finding the right Sinner. 

“I won't fail you, Master.” Or at least I hope. 

Alastor laughed and leaned on his cane. 

“You have five days to impress me, bèt kay (pet). Five days before the extermination.”

The extermination. Didn't Rosie’s partner Franklin mention something about this? 

“What is the extermination?” Aelia asked. She had a bad feeling about this. 

Alastor widened his eyes in excitement. 

“Did I not tell you? Oh dear, my fault indeed. You see, it is an annual event in which those unsophisticated Exterminators in Heaven descend on Hell to cleanse Sinners like you and I.”

That's insane. 

Why would Heaven do that? Aelia frowned. That was unfortunate for her. She did not have much time to make a deal with someone. Her wings sank in despair. 

“Hide, and pray to Satan they do not find you,” Alastor stated with a wide grin; the buzz of a radio made his statement much more eerie. Then he shrugged. “Or so they say. I'm looking forward to seeing what you do, my dear. Don't disappoint me or I might put you out on Extermination Day.”

Easier said than done. Aelia pouted.  

I'm so fucked.

[bazzybelle]

Current Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @phinofthestorm @windsweptinred and @mentallyinvernation

Current time: 11:17 AM

Current mood: Honestly, emotionally drained. It's been a week.

Current activity: Answering this questionnaire, listening to Speak Now (Taylor's Version), procrastinating cleaning my house.

Currently thinking about: That's a loaded question my friend...Let's see: My rabbit's food intake (he's had a VERY rough week), cleaning the house, my WIPs...

Current Obsession: In general, definitely Sandman. I had wanted to read this comic series for years (since meeting my husband in 2012), but it's a very heavy series. Essentially, I wasn't in the right headspace to dive into Sandman's many existential themes, until 2020. So I listened to the Audiobooks and feel deeply into the lore and the characters and the amazing world building. Then the Netflix show came out last year and Dreamling became a Thing.... Yeah sorry, I'm stuck here.

On a smaller note... I'm way too currently obsessed with how much Hades is eating and pooping. He was in GI Stasis on Tuesday and we almost lost him. It's been... it's been rough over here. He's ok. Death is a mug's game for him apparently. But now husband and I are just obsessively checking his food intake and how much he's pooping while he recovers.

Current favourite song: The same one it's been for like the last decade. Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

Currently reading: Dreamling fics (specifically You create me against your lips by @delta-pavonis) (GUYS... THIS FIC!) (no but seriously... it's SO GOOD, and the art by @teejaystumbles makes me feral).

I also bought this beautiful Jane Austen anthology, so I'm making my way through it (currently reading the intro/biography).

Currently watching: I got Disney+ recently and it's got BOTH Boy Meets World and Criminal Minds so... randomly watching eps from both shows.

The next shows I'm planning on watching are Silo and I wanna watch Nimona.

Current favorite character: Hob Gadling from Sandman. He's just SUCH a guy. I already liked him a whole lot from the comics, before Ferdinand Kingsley rocked on up all "yes, but what if you loved him MORE?"

Not only do I love Hob's zest for life and hunger for everything, I love what he represents. He's the Human Everyman in a story about eldritch beings and supernatural magical beings. Hob's just there loving life. On the other hand, he is also the representation on what it means to be human. He is NOT a good man, but he keeps trying to be. Like humanity, he keeps trying to be better and to learn. Like humanity, he strives to grow and experience. He serves as a grounding presence for the otherwordly beings we meet in The Sandman series.

I dunno... I just think he's pretty neat.

Current WIPs: Oh God... Ok... so... I've got two in my Carry On list (Youth Without Youth and No One To Save) and three in my Sandman list (Hob Hanahaki, Reincarnation AU, and Grey's Anatomy AU). I also have a Renaissance/Queer coming out novel that I've been plotting out.

Tagging (no pressure): @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @amywaterwings, @ninemagicks, @namistrella, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @wellbelesbian, @yellobb, @tryan-a-bex, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @stardustasincocaine, @blackberrysummerblog, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @forabeatofadrum

[definesanity]

One of The Many Tales of The Tomo Family.

Or: One Of My Tutors Wants To Know About My Lore.

Philip's day started, and he then heard someone falling down the stairs.

By this point, he has developed something of an additional sense to figuring out who fell down the stairs. But this time, a deep, feminine groan of pain told him it was Gunn.

Getting up, he made his way over to do his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, do his hair, put on his clothes; and as he looked at his mirror, and his reflection gazed back.

He was skinny. Nearly anorexic. Yet, his white hair fell back gracefully down to just above his knees, as deep purple eyes gazed back, little lavalamp earrings glittering. His everyday ensemble was extravagant to some; a greyish-purple tailcoat suit, with grey pants, boots and a large, purple cape.

The cape kept a little something he has as a surprise tool in check. But he'd have worn one anyways. If a bit smaller. Because he looks like Batman and not Ezio.

Philopator Agronium Isekaiden Tomo. And yes, his father was drunk while naming him. And everyone else.

He went downstairs, where he saw M'Gunnhildr Midorri Misstral Tomo, or Gunn, on the floor sprawled out. Short, dyed green hair and damp green eyes looked at Philip, herself dressed in a casual ensemble of pants and a t-shirt that says, 'yes i'm gay, was it the vibes that told you?'.

"Having fun?" Philip dryly asked.

"Oh, an amazing time." came Gunn's equally as dry reply. "Mind helping? I really can't be bothered this early in the morning."

Roll his eyes he did, but Philip still helped her up. Gumi's long ribcage expanded around her body, similar to an endoskeleton, and gave her the defence of a brick wall. Thankfully, not the intelligence.

"So, what's your work for the day?" Gunn called from the table, as Philip started to make breakfast. And with Gunn, it's always milk and cereal. In that order.

It's 2026 AMV, give her a break.

"A sudden Cocen meeting; I have to find Llo'Llo and An."

The Coven is the unofficial government of Diianas, and more of a talk show. Llo'Llo, the pint sized Ghoul Huntress, is a member, with her daughter Llo'An, or just An, as a guest, her daughter a Ghost Soother.

The point is, they have yet to come home after a late night ghost hunt. Normally, it wouldn't be a concern, but it was one ghost.

From behind the frame of the door, Malikuth Jiyuux Lilliean Tomo, her Marfan Syndrome riddled body coming into line of sight, looked at Philip, light blue eyes dead and her long blue hair in loose twintails lifeless.

Philip pushed the coffee mug to her and she nearly drank it all in one gulp. After a moment, and a silent "'Scuse me", Maliku looked up, eyes now less dead inside, as she tried to smooth out her creased suit and trousers.

"Thanks, I feel like I just hit by a bus." Maliku's voice wasn't as deep as Gunn's, mostly part to her being born female sans having the male reproduction organ, and more due to her tiredness in the morning. Usually, she sounds like someone who gets things done.

"Didn't you, though?" Gunn asked, a small quirk of her lips at Maliku, who blinked and sat down at the long table.

"'Bout a year back."

Another yawn, and as Philip exited the kitchen, T'hœmaas Makalinotol Tomo sat down, dark blue hair short minus the long wolftail at the back, along with dark blue eyes on an effeminate face. He wore his usually outfit, a suit over a blouse, and took a sip from his Darjeeling tea.

"Ah, excellen'. 'Ow are ya'all?" he sounded suspiciously like Mòrag from Xenoblade Chronicles 2. And that wasn't even a joke, he literally just sounds like her.

"Just about to head out, Thomas. I should be back in... call it an hour or two maybe."

"Righ', righ'. Off ya trot, troublemaker." that wry grin came upon his face, and Philip rolled his eyes, but a small smile was on his face.

"Sure, sure."

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He first checked out the Bridge of St. Sophie. Llo'Llo is short, about 4'0, and her skittish personality off work doesn't help show she's 59 years old.

He did, however, find a short, black-haired girl and a taller, brown-haired girl.

Saiori, now called Heir Saiori of Haravin, and Nakitchi, the disgraced noble of Obliviution.

"Kcantro, lovebirds." a simple wave was all that was needed. "Enjoying the morning sun?"

That was something of a inside joke; Diianas was in the Frozen North, and many mountains, including Mt. Kiiriel, blocked out most of the sun. In this, enjoying the morning sun was more akin to, enjoying when it starts getting slighter brighter and before the Luxz turned on.

"Philip. And, eh." a nod and a shrug from Saiori. "The heck are you doing up so early?"

"Coven meeting in two hours; trying to find Llo'Llo."

Saiori's eyes, a molten gold, squinted. "You have got to be aljiralfrin joking me."

"Omaru, language." Nakitchi quietly spoke up, pink eyes glittering as she looked at her fiancé. Turning to Philip, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but no. Last I heard was she was in the Garden."

"That helps, and nice talking to you both. See you later on, Saiori."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

They're nice, really. Just not in the mornings, heh.

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Next was Llizel's Garden.

Finding the pale green of Llo'Lo's hair is difficult enough, even when her yellow eyes glow like traffic lights.

Even then, he next came across the stranger visitors of Diianas, from the neighbouring Minor City of Twerkana.

Trisha, X, and Ar'qil. Trisha was a regular human, with X an alien and Ar'qil on the same boat as X.

He quickly walked past them No offence to them, he just needs someone who gets around a lot and not just around the bedroom.

Which led to the blond magician and her black-haired helper, Marie and Mary.

Marie was very... flamboyant. Mary was quiet. And also very gay for each other.

It's 2211008 AD, give them a break.

This then led Philip to the Neon Streets, and to Katrinka, the debt collector, who actually had seen Llo'Llo earlier that day. Following the trail then led to Charlie, a newreporter from the other City, Will, who is Charlie's father and has a relationship with his son that Philip realky doesn't want to try and figure out, Shovai Noir, the resident goth, and Reii, the person who might be the eldritch being, Omega, but that's a story for another day.

Finally, he reached a small building, and inside was numerous supplies. Philip himself was no Ghoul Hunter, but he could tell that the two were pulled into an illusion cast by the Ghoul.

Quickly and efficiently, he used the limited resources--Thank you, paranoia of Llo'Llo--and made a door. The goal of the door was to appear in the illusion and get them out.

And a moment later, Llo'Llo and An came tumbling out.

"W-WHY DO I KEEP THIS JOOOOOOOOB?!" came Llo'Llo's cry.

An shrugged. "More fool us, heh."

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They sat around in a circle of chairs.

Professor Kanae Severus, Dynol Cyn, Roshiua, Xaltrin, Llo'Llo, and Saiori.

"Everyone here?" Cyn's calming voice echoed throughout the room. Nods were given.

"Excellent." she smiled. "And then, with this, The Coven shall converse."

[misterdeplume]

What if Simon's mad rambles was turned into a Magnus Statement?

"Hey, if there was any crossover you could chose, which ones would you want to see together?" - friend asks me as my mind completely blanks on all the different crossovers I've already rambled about.

So, I completely forgot I wrote this during the Fionna and Cake release! I still really like the concept, so in light of the Magnus Protocal release, here:

(slight spoilers for Adventure Time season 3+? unless you know the lore)

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John sat down by the desk, feeling exhausting already threatening to overwhelm his senses. In front of him was the peculiar tape sent in by an anonymous stranger regarding his old archaeology professor, along with an even more peculiar note that read 'if you find it- DON'T PUT IT ON'- whatever that meant...

Well, if the sender didn't want anyone to listen, let alone an institute designed to sort out any unexplicable occurences, they really shouldn't have sent it in the first place, should they?

Martin had already voiced his own ridiculous concerns about this particular statement, claiming it to be quote un quote "cursed", but of course that was as ridiculous as the interns incessant tea drinking habit.

While it was no more clear who'd sent the tape as the whereabouts of this professor in question, the tapes were new enough to certainly be a fabrication or a prank of some sort. Either way, someone would have to sort them - new tapes weren't exactly common unless they came directly from the witness.

And John as usual, had to be the one to take care of it.

He unpacked the tapes, put his mug down and pressed the button.

"Statement of Simon Petrikov, regarding the, in his own words, 'unforseen' inflicted and psychological damage caused by a…. 'magical' crown… right. One of those… Welp, this is going to be a long night."

"It was supposed to be a joke. Just a harmless little gesture, nothing more. I just wanted to make her laugh that's all. I just wanted to make her laugh. I didn't know what would happen. I didn't. know. I swear it. I should have never brought that stupid thing with me in the first place if I'd-… if I'd JUST known… "

"I never saw her again… and also my skin is blue now. My temperature is going down steadily. I… I would go to a doctor but, something tells me that won't turn out well either"

"I tried to let it go, to ignore it, told myself it wasn't real, that it wasn't real- I was real. I was… but I could still hear them. The crown… the voices.. They encouraged me, made me such wonderful promises. How could I just let it go? All that power..? The source of all my pain and yet… it lured me with such temptation, I don't know how to describe it. It's power its… euphoria."

"And then I was gone. When I woke up, the crown was on the floor and I did not recognize where i was. What I'd done, what I'd said. Just like with Betty. If I'd somehow hurt anyone… If I'd done something I- I I wouldn't even know of it. The thought alone, it made me terrified to even look at myself in the mirror. I could barely recognize him. I wasn't me anymore, that much was certain. But even now I choose to believe that part of me is not completely gone. I have to. I owe her that… I have to believe there is a way to save me still, to make things right!."

"I forgot her name yesterday. I barely even knew I'd done it. Apparently I'd started hanging missing person posters on the ceiling but I'd forgotten how I got up there in the first place. I forgot her name for some time…. I'm so sorry, Betty"

"I heard it whisper its secrets to me. How it would save me with its frost… I don't know why I believed it. The voices compelled me. And the crown… I can't let it out of my sight. Sometimes it felt like it knew me better than I knew myself…I'm… I'm really scared"

"I don't suppose you would believe me. And in some sense, maybe that would be for the better in the long run. The crown is my burden to bare. A cage of my own doing. Oh princess… what if I made it snow for you? I can do that.

Angels of snow all for you… freeze you in time if i have to wouldn't that be just the most wonderful feeling?

Frozen forever in etherial snow, together as one- to learn the secrets…

I'm sure you'd still love me if you just gave me another chance… where was I? Oh… he was writing something-"

"Princess… where are you princess? When will you come back to me? When will you come back"

"It's too late now… no one can save me anymore. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!!! No one can save any of us anymore… just… snow. Snow and ice. No… you'll never leave me. Not again."

"Just watch over me until I can find my way out of this labyrinth in my brain and regain my sanity!"

"If you find her, please… tell her I'm sorry"

John puts down the recorder and lets out a long exhasperated sigh after the sounds of static pour out from the old tape. He rubs his temples, before turning it on again.

"Betty Grof was reportedly last seen leaving her apartment during a snowstorm near her and Mr. Petrikovs private residence. Neighbors heard her and her fiancee screaming, probably from an argument, though Miss Grof did seem particularly startled. Anything before or after is unknown. She's been missing ever since. As for Mr. Petrikov, there has been records of this 'crown' as well as an older artifact from his more famous exploits to find the 'enchirideon', but of course any suspision of supernatural conduct would probably go to anyone's head if they lost their fiancee. I don't think it's too far fetched to conclude that Mr. Petrikov must have suffered a psychotic breakdown as a result of losing his girlfriend and blamed the affects on his last recovered item. However, notably, the statement was delivered by an older gentleman of anonymous origin. Possibly a relative? Details are unknown. Mr. Petrikov has refused to show himself."

Hearing that familiar static sound come to a halt John leaned back and began to repack the tapes into proper filing assortments. He barely even noticed the small clanky piece of something wedged between the inside of the envelope and the tape.

"What.."

John quickly dumped it on the table, thinking it was a shard of glass. It wasn't until he touched it, he realized it was frozen ice. Still intact.

Still unmelted.

Perfectly frozen as if sculptured from the ice.

"Huh..." John muttered under his breath... "must be snowing outside"

[starsarefire824]

2 Sides of the Same Coin snippet Madwheeler

"I miss them." Mike glumly says, blankly staring out into the distance.

"Me, too." Max blows on her hot mug of tea flavored with honey.

Both are standing on their apartment balcony. It's not that big of a space. When Lucas and Will were here, the four of them would pile up on the narrow width and squeeze together as best they could. Their landlord surely would consider it a fire hazard if they were caught. Max sat on Lucas's lap and Will on Mike's to make a comfortable fit. Now, it feels too empty with just Max and Mike its occupants. Their boyfriends are off having fantastic adventures probably.

Who wouldn't when the opportunity to travel overseas arises?

Max scoots closer to Mike and he instantly wraps an arm around her waist. She needs it. The extra warmth from Mike's always running on hot body. Similar to Will, once she was saved from Vecna, a certain cold stuck to her that refused to thaw. Only in the hugs and snuggling of her friends, of Lucas, could she pretend to not shiver as she borrowed Will's sweaters (that actually belonged to Mike).

Physical touch used to unnerve her, it not really being her thing after her parents divorced and suddenly her mother reserved all her caresses for the men she loved, men like Billy's dad. Through Lucas, Max started to appreciate snuggling with someone, and then El came and they were fused together during sleepovers when Max finally thought "I never want to share a bed alone ever again".

Having Mike and Will as roommates changed Max for the better, as well. Their affection for each other bleeding over to her when the apartment's heater conked out, prompting the quartet to crowd on the couch, and she was draped across all three men's laps as they split a large blanket. So, currently Max doesn't mind Mike holding onto her amid their wallowing in self-pity on a balcony that's much to big for them when in actuality it's honoring the building code.

She can't finish her tea for it has grown lukewarm, but it's fine because she trusts Mike to drink the rest for her. He's always doing those little things for her, especially since Lucas and Will prefer coffee. That's one of her and Mike's things. Being tea connoisseurs. When it comes to wine, then it's Max and Will, her favorite drinking buddy.

____

A little bit more into their lore and dynamics. Oh the woes of a multishipper but I looove it so.

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

[darckcarnival]

“Hey,” The blonde drawls, fidgeting lazily with a pen, rolling it atop the surface of the vampire’s desk. Glancing up, he grins, a shit eating, cheeky smile before he continues. “So . . . I was wondering — for vampires, don’t they have that whole thing with not being able to cross running water?”

Leon goes silent for a moment, lips twitching as he braces.

“. . . How do baths work exactly?”

@braverybled

Darck had been chilling at one of her safe houses in the city, taking some time to simply have a breather, as well as a few meetings and paper work. As a result it allowed friends of the more normal variety to drop by for a coffee, a visit, some sort of showing of just living. Being normal, for once.

At least, as normal as could get for Darck and any one of her friends.

It's what had the woman sitting at her temporary work desk in the small office room next to the kitchen, reviewing a bit of information sent her way from contacts in DC. Those with eyes on whats usually hidden or secret, or ears to hear things spoken behind closed doors or hushed whispers. After all, someone like her had to be aware of these things, to keep herself and her people safe... as well as know where to be, or try and help, from behind the scenes. So much easier this way than it had been years ago, just flying by the seat of her pants! And working off the fly.

So there Darck sat on one side, reading a paper while Leon, whom had come to visit, sat on the other side. Coffee cups still warm and half full, conversations having been had and jokes shared. Just... Enjoyable company.

But, just as Darck was lifting her mug to take a drink, Leon spoke again. Earning a soft 'Hm?' With his question of water. Eyes flicking over the typed words on the page in her other hand- Only for that gaze to snap up and stare at Leon with a confused and surprised look. Sputtering on her coffee and coughing. Paper shoved aside and coffee mug clacked down on the wood top.

"Wh-BATHS?!"

Should have known better, the woman releasing an exasperated laugh. He always asked random shit like that when it came to old school lore about Vampires. Last time was coffins, and before that gravity and wall walking. And here they were even worse. Leaving the brunette huffing a wheezed laugh as she caught her breath.

A shake of her head as she recovered with a sharp inhale. "Okay mister smart guy, oh my god... Okay, okayokay. For one, a bath is not running water! Hahaha, and yes, I take baths. Well, mostly showers... Actually yeah just showers. And that IS running water! The whole running water thing only truly affects certain breeds of vampire, incredibly rare. And I am thankfully not that kind."

"What, you saying I need a shower? Mister smelling of gun powder and coffee half the time~?"

[fiberglassandflowers]

Hey hit me with the Mortimer lore :3 [if you want ofc]

YAYYY okay so this isn't gonna be thattt long because in all honesty i havent thought toooo much about the way it all works for them but ill tell it like i know it

[also for the record: this literally all came to me in a vision while listening to friends in low places by worthikids lmao]

so mortimer was alive in like the 1800s [i really really wanted latin to be their first language but apparently it just had to die out following the fall of rome sigh] and things are going pretty well for them. idk the specifics of anything but they're just out there living their best life

and then, oh no! one fateful day they end up getting mugged :-( but it gets taken a step way too far and he ends up getting his eyes. cut out. and also they get killed. oops

so then after they die and they're in. whatever like purgatory or something. but technically whatever heaven and hell are in this universe thing are controlled by laplace's inc [which i need to do a looott more worldbuilding on i dont know shit about it tbh]. so laplace [or whoever else, i doubt laplace himself would be doing the talking] is telling it like, Oh well if you don't wanna die for realsies and you still wanna stay in touch with the world we could make you a new death guy

[i havent figured out what else the death guys should be called so im calling them well. guess]

being a death guy is pretty much just grim reaper business. like not killing people per se but just. i dont actually know lol he's just one of the death managers thats the only way i know how to describe it because i dont really know myself

so mortimers like Yeah alright beats dying [!!!! trip parallels btw] so he becomes a new death guy and, well, the rest is history

also, it kind of travels sometimes from like place to place to do this stuff; even though mary bell is like its home its not where they always are. in fact people don't even see him around town all that much because its a pretty busy guy

annnnnd thats it i think other than the whole trip business but that's a different post. yay!

[daily-davenport]

Davenport Headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo ft. Battle Stuff & The Mug Saga

Here we go again! (Sorry couldn’t draw today)

Davenport worries about being taken seriously but also consider: Davenport is extra and enjoys a flair for the dramatic at times. Remember Merlsula? How Merle’s just basically a cosplayer? Davenport is the exact same way, if not worse. Dude showed up to a Candlenights party in a full suit of armor. Either he and Merle are a menace together for parties or they have a long-running rivalry.

Davenport didn’t go into the Stolen Century knowing how to fight-fight. He knew basic self defense and had general strength training that was required at the IPRE, but after the first cycle, Davenport sat down with Magnus to learn.

Davenport learned how to throw darts from 1,999 party points Merle Highchurch and then taught himself knife throwing from that. 

Merle absolutely lost it when Davenport asked him to spot him when he first started practicing (*davenport voice* “Hey Merle? I’m gonna go throw knives, Ca- Can you come make sure I don’t die.”)

Davenport uses the environment around him to fight and causes some of the most collateral damage of the crew when fighting.

Davenport and Lup are the fastest flanker group. If they add Magnus or Taako, they can get more raw destruction, but Dav n Lup are good at sneaking fast (taako prefers sauntering) behind lines and striking the essential points.

Davenport, Lucretia, and Merle are the best defensive group (Magnus is a bit more, offense is the best defense SC timeline-wise) Between Lucretia’s shields and defensive spells, Dav’s illusions and commandeering, and Merle’s sometimes buffing/healing, more often aoe attacks, they can tank their way back to the starblaster. 

Davenport literally backpacks Magnus (for their size difference, it’s just safer in fights) and Magnus loves it. It’s only for last resort really cause Dav hates it and doesn’t have nearly as many assist spells as Lucretia or Merle.

Lucretia and Davenport have the least amount of deaths, and even though Davenport has more deaths overall, Lucretia died before him first.

Taako can get really popular on planes if they’re not careful (we’re talking cults n junk) but on one plane the crew found a “Taako Look-a-Like Contest” run by some fans. So you know Taako enters. And loses. Most of the crew enters for funsies and (after a disguise self spell) Davenport wins a very cheap mug reading “#1 Taako”. Taako refused to talk to him other than to demand the mug. 

Dav drinks from it exclusively. 

(Lup could’ve entered but why? She’s the cooler twin.)

In a Modern au Davenport would be a speedrunner and I honestly don’t know what to do with this information. It’s too powerful.

Davenport knows where everyone’s hidden stash of something is. He helped build the ship, he knows all the best hiding spots. He and Lucretia share a wine stash after they both found each other’s.

Davenport cycle 1: Hands clasped uncertainly behind back as Magnus cries - would patting him on the shoulder be inappropriate? Should he get Merle?? Should he maintain a professional distance in a situation like this???

Davenport cycle 72: Fell asleep on Taako who is gleefully using him as an excuse to not do things again.

Davenport stays around the edge during team dogpiles. Not because he’s uncomfortable (close quarters with the same people for 10 years knocks that out of you) but because somehow no matter how they start, Magnus always ends up on top and crushes whoever’s in the center (normally Barry cause he doesn’t learn).

About seven cycles in Davenport just started drenching all his food in hot sauce. No one could figure out why cause he clearly couldn’t handle it but he just. kept eating it anyway and built up a tolerance after a few months.

(I imagine gnomish food is spicy and Davenport just got hit by homesickness and did it to feel closer to home)

(Davenport probably got a lot of flak for being a “Bad Gnome” back in their original plane.)

After a crit fail on both their parts, Magnus accidentally punted Davenport into a lake once. (He lived no worries but Magnus almost died out of shock/guilt)

Someone confessed their feelings to Davenport once, and in a moment of controlled panic, he threw his arm around Merle (who was closest) and said, I’m in a relationship already. Without missing a beat, Merle threw his arm around Dav too and winked/finger gunned at the other person and told them his side of the relationship was open and to call him.

(It works whether if you ship Davenchurch or not: cause you know Merle keeps the ruse going and Davenport isn’t gonna be cowed he’s been messed with before this ain’t his first rodeo. Set up for a terrible romcom that cycle)

Davenport has too many mugs. Taako decided to tempt him into using another equally terrible mug and everyone took to it.

(They all broke when the Starblaster crashed on Lucretia’s year alone. She dug through and found the #1 Taako mug shards and repaired it, and used the other shards as weaponry and traps to conserve spell slots. Davenport didn’t mind and was very proud)