#one of my dearest friends (squid)

[meamiki]

(You gently drop the flower in their open palm, and act like nothing out of the ordinary happened.)

(Loop does, too.)

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Tavi, having reached That Moment in Act 3: I have fought three gods, a Vampire Lord and the literal devil, how hard can this be?

The Absolute: *yeets Netherstones*

Tavi: Oh.

The Emperor: What have I been fucking telling you since the Nautiloid?

Tavi: Can you not backseat drive, for like, five seconds? Just five? Five seconds is all I ask. Also I'm betraying you anyway.

The Emperor: *outraged murder octopus noises* What?! How could you?! After all I've done for you! I have never lied to you, saved your life countless times...!

Tavi: You literally lied to me the moment you met me.

The Emperor: Of course I lied, I'm a mind flayer!

The rest of the companions: ...*Karlach popping popcorn with her fire and passing it around while they continue to scream at each other*

[uranometrias]

wait for your love, spencer reid (pt. 2)

this is the second part to this. tysm for all the love on the first part, as well as all the new follows. this literally took so long, and i'm literally so sorry. i suck, but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. xx

you can read the alternate version for jj right here.

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau! reader | spencer reid x bau! reader | s7 team x bau! reader (platonic)

summary: following the dismissal of the case against the bureau, you're trying to get back into the swing of things. that moment of realization that comes with discovering the love you feel for someone else isn't reciprocates is never fun. but it's a truth you're meant to accept nonetheless, with a bit of help from your dearest friend spencer, you find that through a conversation about the realities of music and their hidden messages getting the courage to move on is not quite as difficult as you might have initially thought. especially when there's someone like spencer reid waiting on the other side. except of course, things always get difficult when it seems now as you're moving on, the past object of your desires is believed to feel the same way you always have.

content warnings: this is the sequel to angst lol. it's still very kind of angsty, but not as bad! it doesn't exactly end with spence/reader running off into the distance together, but i think it has a very bittersweet & sort of hopeful ending, which i felt made the most sense for a storyline like this. sometimes people have feelings for people that don't like them back, and sometimes it's just something we have to deal with.. sad but true. && i didn't want spence to seem like a rebound for reader, so i tried to go the route of her slowly putting the pieces together that maybe spence had romantic feelings for her && going from there. still spencer somewhat confesses his feelings for reader, hints that hotch might actually like reader, jj/reader reconciliation, because it needed to happen soz! she might have feelings for y/n too idk... she's kinda pulling everybody. this feels kinda melodramatic, but also idk i want epic romance vibes so i tried my best xx

i also love how hotch was such a focal part of this story and never physically showed up once... hmm.

tagged the people that asked for part 2 xx

@stvrlitsky , @cocopuff213 , @aaronhotchnerlover , @ofagathachristies , @blurpleuni-squid , @wolf-phoenix-lover , @babyspiderling , @queermaxwooo , @jihyowrrld , @minkyungseokie , @silentjudger , @btskzfav , @barbeddreams , @ah-blossom , @darker-december

It had been about a week since the court proceedings, you'd been more than a little surprised to find that you all managed to walk away scot free. You still hadn't managed to work up the courage to place your resignation papers on Hotch's desk, probably because you still hadn't gotten up the strength to face him or anyone else for that matter. You weren't outwardly abrasive, you'd offer small nods of greeting when you showed up in the morning, waves as you left.

But everyone knew that it wasn't the same.

Penelope had been trying to get you out for a night of bonding with her, Emily, and JJ, and you'd been keen on turning her down. You don't think you were quite there yet, the wound however surface level was still fresh. Looking at Emily, only reminded you of your grief, how much you had missed her. Looking at JJ only reminded you of how she hadn't had the courage necessary to tell you the truth. You'd tried to take their positions into account, look at things through a different view, but it hardly worked. You just wanted to be left alone.

Spencer was still the only one privy to the thoughts you had about ending your career at the FBI, and everyday he seemed to be holding his breath. It had become a habit to catch him staring at you with his face pinched up like he was deep in thought. It was partially why, even as your eyes skimmed over a file, you knew that he was looking in your direction. "Spence." you mutter quietly, eyes not quite meeting his as you highlighted something of importance in blue.

He sits at attention, back straight, eyes wide. He looked like a puppy that'd been caught doing something bad and was waiting for punishment. "You're doing it again." you exhale, and then you finally manage to peel your eyes from your work, eyebrow raising as you take him in tiredly. "Do you need something?" and he bares down on his bottom lip, almost as if he was thinking over his next move. He stands tall, grabbing hold of his chair and tugging it until it was planted on the other side of yours, before he sat down politely.

"Are you okay?" he's talking quietly, likely to salvage a bit of your privacy. You'd become a bit of a walking attraction in the bullpen, everyone seemed to follow every one of your actions with their eyes. You tap your highlighter against your desk, head tipping to the side as you scrutinize the man. You didn't know exactly what was going on with Spencer, but you had a small inkling, it was nothing more than an internal feeling if you were completely honest about it.

Your sister had been asking about him quite constantly lately, and after learning that day in the courtroom that for some odd reason the duo spoke over the phone, it made you pay a bit more attention to the certified genius than before. "I'm fine, Spencer. Just like I was when you asked me yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that." you keep your tone light, not wanting him to think that you were by any means annoyed with him. "What's going on?"

"I guess I keep waiting for you to disappear." he admits, head nodding involuntarily. "You're here right now, and you look fine." he continues, and you like listening to him, even if he was breaking one of the rules, and choosing to profile you. "So shouldn't things feel different? Better at least, like before?" he asks, and you don't expect that. Maybe he wasn't profiling you at all, and instead was expressing himself to a friend. "At least a little bit?" he asks, and you think it over.

"I don't think it'll ever be like before, Spence." and you hate to be the Betty Buzzkill, but it's as true as you can be. "How can it?" and Spencer's eyes jump across the room, landing on Emily who was not so subtly watching the two of you speak. You follow his gaze, and blink harshly when Emily's eyes connect with your own. It forces you to look right back at Spencer. He looks pensive, and you wonder how long he's been working up the courage to say more than 'Are you alright?'

"She was dead... and now suddenly she's not. That's great, but I grieved my friend, and maybe I'm not done grieving the Emily I knew before." and it's the first time you're admitting this aloud. "Our Emily, not the- Interpol Superspy." and you huff. "And look, I know I should be grateful, how many people get back the people they love after death?" and Spencer doesn't answer. "But is she really back? Is she really still our Emily? And how long before she's ready to pack up her stuff and take off? I'm not opening myself up to that again."

Spencer thinks your point is valid, he at one point had insisted that he had the worse abandonment issues on the team, but you had been right there through most of it. You were, in your own way protecting yourself from being hurt again. He couldn't fault you for that, none of them should. "I understand." and truthfully he does, and he's glad that at least you trust him enough to be upfront about it. "There's nothing wrong with shielding yourself from heartache, I just don't want you to close off completely... not from all of us."

You falter, and Spencer hates that he can't just say that he doesn't want you to close off from him. He didn't want this situation to change the way you behaved with him, he couldn't handle losing you.

"I won't." you promise. "And I won't do anything to jeopardize what we do here, I've got enough self control to be civil." you add with a small smile. "I haven't quite decided what a future at the bureau will look like, but I am willing to give things here a chance to get better." and you do love your work, Profiling was something you enjoyed doing, you wouldn't toss it away, unless you absolutely had no other choice. "So you don't have to worry about losing me, Spence." and you hold your breath, mostly because it's a bit audacious on your part.

He offers you a half smile, and you notice the way he visibly relaxes. Still, he doesn't want you to feel obligated to stay somewhere just for his sake, so he feels the need to be honest with you. "I'm not worried." he promises you, and it's a tiny fib, one that could become true if he grew just a touch more confidence. "Even if you did decide to leave one day I would put in the work to keep you in my life." and his smile stretches across his face now, and reaches his eyes. "You're not someone anyone would want to lose." your stomach twists.

"You're not either, Spencer." and you say it firmly, mainly to show just how much you need him to believe it. "I'd just make it my job to take up all your free time outside of work." and his face feels incessantly warm, like he'd stuck his head directly in the stream of scalding shower water. The funny thing about you was that you were oftentimes one of the hardest on the team to read. He figured that because he spent so much time hyper focused on you that he'd get better at it. He still hadn't, and you still managed to leave him stuck.

Comments like the one you just made were common for you, but the meaning behind it always escaped him. Were you flirting with him or were you just being nice? Was it possible that you knew that he had feelings for you? Were you using him as a rebound after the mess you'd found yourself entangled into with Hotch just months ago? The thought of him merely being an emotional rebound made him sad, disappointed, and insecure. But then he's taking in your expression, how despite your confidence you still look shy, and reels it in.

You had never been that sort of person, maybe you were just as oblivious as he was. "I'd be okay with that now." and you look a bit surprised, but also pleased. You nod your head slightly, leaning forward just a little in your seat. Spencer isn't sure if he's moved too quickly, but he's got no room to second guess it now.

"We should do something." it's not at all what he'd expected you to say, and he's surprised, it's more than evident on his face.

"Who? Us? Just the two of us?" he asks, and you find yourself offering him an amused sort of glance.

"Yeah, it could be fun." you insist, and you're not trying to play with his feelings, at least not in the traditional sense. Spencer Reid was no rebound. "It's not often we have days off, you know?" and you lean against your palm, head tipping slightly to the side. "Only if you want." you add, hoping that this addition would make him feel a touch more comfortable. It seems to work, because he untenses just a bit.

"Y-Yeah." he nods his head slightly, hair moving with the action just slightly. "Yeah, we should definitely do something." he agrees, and your smile is bright, clearly pleased at the turn of events. "When would you?" his eyes jump to his watch, and he shakes his head. "Obviously, not right now." he says and you're staring at him a bit bemused, because Spencer Reid was nothing if not a bit unserious.

"There's this music store I've been dying to check out." you say, and you witness Spencer's eyes seem to brighten. "It's sort of right on the strip, if you don't mind going with me to look at some vinyls and cd's for my collection, we could just go-" and you're eyebrows are raised, "And see what happens? There's a lot you could do..." you finish, and Spencer's already nodding his head in agreement.

"T-That's..." and he clears his throat, you think to keep you from acknowledging the fact his voice cracked in his nervousness. "Yeah, I don't mind that at all." he agrees politely. "Did you know that in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, record stores only sold gramophone records, but over time they've sold other formats like eight-track tapes, compact cassettes, and compact discs." his hands curl into one another as he relays this message and you snort.

"Did you know that there's a national record store day? It started back in 2008." and he's a bit surprised that you're shooting him a fact of your own, and one that he wasn't actually aware of.

"Really?" he questions, and your eyes sort of crinkle, smile broadening enough to show off both rows of your teeth.

"Don't tell me that I know something the brilliant Doctor Reid doesn't." you tease, and his eyes roll, though his entire demeanor remains lighthearted. "So, what's your poison?" you sidestep, but just barely, your work ignored as you focus all your efforts on keeping this conversation with Reid going.

"My poison?" and his mind of course drifts to alcohol, a bit of a confusing pivot in the conversation. "I don't really see myself as much of a drinker." he admits truthfully, and he's confused when you're laughing, hand flying up to cover your mouth as his face contorts.

"I meant your favorite music genre." you correct. "And I know you're partial to classical," and you try not to stretch your eyes. "It's great when I need to concentrate, but I wouldn't exactly say I'm dying to put on Bach and Tchaikovsky in a regular setting." you explain, both hands resting against your cheeks as you await the hopefully longwinded answer he'd have to give you.

"What if that's my only answer?" he asks, and you scoff.

"It's not." you deadpan, and he exhales through his nose. "I know you and Morgan have that understanding about music..." you explain, head cocked to the side. "He got you to listen to Nas." you remind him as he purses his lips at the reminder. "And Garcia's always sending music recommendations." you proceed as Spencer shoots you a look that clearly reads 'What's your point?'.

"Are you really telling me that out of every genre of music that's ever been released to the entire world, the only genre that's ever stood out to you is the one where old men sit behind a piano and twinkle the keys to their hearts content?" Spencer's releasing another one of those quiet laughs, this one is clearly full of exasperation though.

"I think they're doing a little bit more than twinkling keys." he corrects you, and you know that. You'd only said it to get under his skin just a little, he was fun to mess with. "Classical music is one of the only genres that seemingly does so little and is able to express the full spectrum of human emotion and life experience." he explains, and you fight your smile, leaning in just a bit more to show you were focused. You weren't sure what was happening or if anything was really happening at all, and it was all in your mind.

But you were finding that you didn't mind just listening to Spencer go on and on about whatever he wanted. You thought a lot about what had happened outside of that court room, how he'd listened to you. Really listened to you, and had never once made you feel like the emotional failure you'd imagined yourself to be. You couldn't say that in the span of a week all of your feelings for Hotch had vanished. That'd be bullshit, because deep down you knew it wasn't that easy.

And sometimes you wished it could be, sometimes you wondered why you had to fall for Hotch when Spencer was right there.

Still, whether or not you were being forced to come to grips with the fact that Hotch was not, and wouldn't ever love you the way you loved him, you couldn't deny that it was nice to have a friend there. Spencer wasn't coming to you with heavy confessions and tear-streaked cheeks begging you to look and see that he was perfect for you, which is why you think you like him even more. You knew a lot of times it was hard, rare even to find someone who would just care for you without expecting anything in return. That was Spence to a T.

"Go on." you instruct, and you find that despite the way you'd baited him into this conversation, it was well worth it. He didn't get a lot of time to just be Spencer, and with no clock over your heads, no rush for time to solve a case, you figured it was the least you could do. Especially after he'd spent the last week trying to show you how much he cared.

"I just mean that in classical music, it's actually very common to have one piece of music encompass an entire host of emotions, experiences, and subject matter." he expresses, and you hum, nodding along. "And it's all because most classical pieces use a similar formula that uses textures, dynamic colors and key modulations to express things certain words can't properly articulate." he proceeds. "That's why certain sounds and notes manage to adduce certain reactions." he seems finished.

"Oh, yeah?" you press and he nods limply, seemingly awaiting the moment you offer some jab regarding his oversharing. "I guess Mozart and Beethoven were really onto something." you mutter, and he snorts. "Still, I'd much rather listen to something a bit more obvious." you admit, not that you had a real problem with Classical Music.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm just saying... music's always sort of been the perfect tool for expressing everything you might need to say." you counter. "And while I agree that music in any form does a great job of invoking certain emotions, sometimes you don't want to guess what someone means." you admit, and it's partially (mostly) because you had never been good at reading in between the lines. Things always made the most sense when they were plainly spelled out.

"Or maybe that's just a me thing." you correct. "I've found that I always enjoy things when they're a little more laid out... there's no way to misunderstand when it's spelled out for you, right?" you ask and Spencer's lips curve down into a slight frown. He's not pitying you, mostly just sympathizing with how torn up you must have been about everything. Especially as your eyes instinctively are drawn to the shut doorway of Hotch's office. Spencer thinks that's when reality sets back in and hits him like a brick.

Because he knew something that you didn't. Something that would probably make everything better for you, but would undoubtedly double his heartache. In truth, he, much like everyone else on the team tried their hardest to ignore just how obvious you'd been about your feelings for hotch. spencer more than anyone.

He remembered how things had changed a few months back, how you'd started to move on all for the rug to be pulled from up under your feet. It had been outwardly cruel, undoubtedly. because while everyone else on the team seemed to be just fine with 'don't ask, don't tell', Spencer had been unable to not pay attention to the way Hotch had actually changed too. Did he hate him? Absolutely not... and he knew you didn't either, because despite how idiotic the plan was, he hadn't done much besides give you more attention.

And Spencer guessed the act of giving you more attention had unsurprisingly ended with Aaron Hotchner realizing it was something he actually enjoyed. Hence the sudden change their boss underwent.

He supposed that was the worst part about it all, the fact that everyone had the right to tell you that "nothing had happened", and there was nothing you could do about it. Because in the grand scheme of things nothing really had happened. Hotch was no heartless womanizer, Spencer couldn't even imagine the man flirting with anyone, let alone stringing someone along for kicks. Still, that didn't change the fact that you'd gotten your hopes up, and now you were back to your own harsh reality.

Not because it wasn't a real possibility, more so because Hotch was self destructive, and sabotaged himself and his happiness at every turn. Spencer wants to stay quiet, to bask in the fact that you were slowly on your own terms getting over Hotch, and paying more attention to him, but he can't do that. He'd hate it if someone did it to him. So instead he decides to throw you a bone, push you in the right direction. "Why haven't you just talked to him?" it's not what he had meant to say. He had meant to play the role of the supportive friend.

He'd wanted to pat you on the back, mumble some agreeance that would validate how you were feeling, and possibly give him cool points. Instead, here he was about to push you in the direction of someone else. He supposed that's how stupid love made you.

"What?" you exclaim, and Spencer doesn't know what's so exasperating about his question. It was obvious that you needed to, it wasn't fair that you were slowly deteriorating on the inside whilst trying to maintain some semblance of being a "team player". He said 'screw the team' if it wasn't genuine. And clearly, from the way you'd still been icing out JJ and Emily, it wasn't. Not fully anyway. He'd never rush you to get over it, mostly because it'd make him a hypocrite. He still cringes at the thought of the tears he'd shed to JJ.

But, that was his own problem.

"Hotch." he lowers his voice a little, because it's just now hitting him that the two of you have been slacking off for a while now. Emily wasn't exactly focused in on the both of you anymore, but every so often, he'd find that she still look up every few moments. JJ, Derek, and Rossi had made a habit of leaving their respective offices, eyes glued to what was apparently becoming unit news. "You should talk to him." he says simply as your eyes cross dramatically.

"What's there to talk about?" you ask suddenly distracted by a smudge on the corner of your desk.

"What happened." he says simply. "I mean, don't you think there might be some explanation you might be missing?" Spencer tries, and you curl into yourself just a little bit.

"It's still work hours and he's still Hotch." you deny, and Spencer's lips push to the side, an obvious sign of his slight discomfort about what he was going to say next. "He's not going to want to talk about it." you admit. "And what exactly do you say in a conversation like that? Oh by the way boss, I was in love with you, and it kinda felt like maybe you felt the same, except oh wait, it was just a ploy to keep me from realizing you were lying about Emily being alive?" you say sarcastically. Spencer huffs in retaliation.

"Yes actually, you could say exactly that. Maybe you'll learn something you didn't know before." he deadpans, and your nose curls. You cut your eyes over at the man, who's not amused.

"I kinda thought you'd be the last person pushing for this sort of confrontation, you know?' you admit before you can really help yourself. You watch as Spencer's face seems to set into one of surprise, his cheeks and neck slowly gaining a red sort of tint to them.

"What do you mean?" he questions, and your mouth parts just slightly. And you think the same way he's been gentle with you is the exact same way you need to be gentle with him, so you pivot, head shaking from side to side.

"Nothing." you say firmly. "Forget about it." you say quietly, and then you're looking back at your paperwork. Spencer, embarrassed finds himself fiddling with his fingers, trying to scold his heartbeat back into submission. It suddenly felt way too cramped sitting at your desk.

"You should go after work." he says, and your eyes snap back to him. "Talk to Hotch after work, I mean." he says and your stomach feels a bit tight. "I think it'll be best." he proceeds, and you frown.

"You do?" you question, and you try not to sound despondent.

"Y-Yeah, I do." he agrees despite his stutter. "Things like this don't go away on their own, you know?" and you chew on the inside of your lip, and feel that gloom cloud from earlier making its way back.

"I thought we were supposed to be hanging out today, Spencer." you start and he blinks owlishly, long lashes nearly caressing the tops of his cheekbones.

"We could always raincheck." he says, and you stare at him just a bit blankly. "It's not like it was a date or anything. They were just plans..." he adds, and your teeth chomp down on your bottom lip. He doesn't really know how to read the look on your face, but he knows that he feels like he's being noble.

"Just plans." you shrug your shoulders dismissively. "Right." and then you pick up your pen. "Well if that's what you want, I guess it's fine by me." you add, body curling into itself as you position yourself away from him.

"Isn't that what you want?" he questions, and you cut your eyes.

"Do you think I'd be sitting here if it was?" you keep your voice level, but your leg is bouncing. You're not quite sure why, maybe because Spencer was being Spencer. You supposed your comment that made it clear that you knew that he had feelings for you had scared him. Now, he was trying to protect himself, but you weren't so hungry for a relationship that you'd string him along for the sole purpose of getting over Hotch. You would've made this call had you figured it out or not, and you supposed the fact he didn't get that was what sucked. "I'm not that pathetic." you add with a quiet scoff.

"It's not about you being pathetic." he denies. "I don't think that about you., I just know that you're in a vulnerable place. You had real feelings for him, and I think it'd be best for you to get it all off your chest correctly, before you start projecting all those leftover feelings to the first person you can." and he doesn't mean it in the way it sounds. In fact the statistics about rebounds would sound a lot worse, but as usual, he's horrible at communicating exactly what he feels.

You blink. Once, twice, three times.

"I can't believe you just said that to me." you say, and you're abruptly standing up, mostly because you're about to cry like the fucking baby you were. Spencer's certain this is a new record for how quickly things could go left just because he couldn't shut the hell up. What he'd been trying to convey was that after a rejection, it was much easier to mistake platonic feelings for romantic ones. He had been a consistent shoulder for you to lean on since everything went south.

He didn't want you to think that he was being nice to you only because he had feelings for you, and convince yourself that you felt the same all because you refused to fully shut the door with Hotch. But he'd never actually meant to make it seem like you'd be so desperate, and especially not with him. "Y/N, wait. That's not what I meant-" except you're already leaving, taking in the shaky breath that told him he'd stupidly made you cry.

"L/N?" Emily's calling as you pass her, but you don't respond to her either. Instead you're rushing off in the direction of the bathroom, likely to calm yourself down. Emily's eyes are immediately snapping over to Spencer, and her eyebrows are furrowed. He instinctively looks away, internally cursing himself out.

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"Y/N/N?" you're surprised to hear JJ entering the bathroom, and you're hurriedly moving to splash at your face with water to keep it from looking so puffy. Still, JJ was as perceptive as she was pushy, so it's clear she's already put it together that you're crying. "Hey, is everything alright?" she takes on that motherly tone she uses with Henry, and the rest of the team when they're feeling down.

"I'm fine." you insist, and she doesn't look convinced. She takes a tentative step towards you, standing beside the sink you were occupying. "Seriously JJ, please just leave me alone." you partially beg.

"I know you're upset with me, but you're still my friend." she reminds you. "I'm not going to leave you in here when it's clear you're upset." she exclaims. "So you can talk to me or not, but I'm not going anywhere." she deadpans, and you sniffle, rubbing harshly at your cheeks. They're sensitive to the action, blood rushing to your face.

"You're so annoying." you mumble, but there's no bite. It makes JJ snicker, and it's a step in the right direction you're sure.

"It's my job." she retorts with a shrug, and she leans her back against the sink beside you, legs crossing slightly. "Is everything okay?" she tries again, much more gently as you frown. No, everything was not okay. You hadn't actually expected to be sitting here crying over Spencer's remark, but you supposed that the fact he believed you'd ever use him as a rebound had kind of hurt. You supposed it also didn't help that he'd so callously canceled your plans.

You'd actually started to look forward to hanging out with him.

"Do you think I'm desperate?" you question haughtily, and JJ's eyes widen, surprise overtaking her features as she turns to you fully.

"Of course not." she denies firmly, blonde ponytail bobbing with all her intense animation. "What would make you think that?" she pries, and you cut your eyes just slightly.

"You guys could have trusted me with the truth." you counter, and she falls silent. "And even if you couldn't there were so many other ways to keep me from finding out about Emily. Ways that didn't involve making me look like an idiot to the rest of the team." you mumble crossly, and you blink enough that you feel like your lashes are crumpling into your cornea. it forces you to drag a hand over them roughly, rubbing harshly at your eyes until the sensation left.

"That wasn't what we were trying to do." JJ tries, and it doesn't really matter what exactly she was trying to do. What mattered was what had happened. "You know that." she adds, and you think she's trying to appeal to the part of you that knew the type of people she and Hotch were. The ones that had proven their loyalty to the team for years and years. "Is this about Hotch?" she says and you wince because the problem wasn't that simple.

And you didn't understand why everyone seemed to think so.

You weren't some girl that couldn't handle rejection, what bothered you the most was that Hotch and JJ had felt like they couldn't trust you, and it bothered you that Hotch had felt like he had to play along to some stupid fantasy to ensure you'd play your role. And it especially bothered you that you'd mourned your friend Emily and everything you thought you knew about her, and all anyone could focus on was the fact that you liked Hotch and he didn't like you back. As if your entire world stopped all because of it.

"No, it's not about Hotch." you deadpan. "I wish you guys would just stop being so casual about it." you add on as JJ's mouth parts.

"Y/N... it's not really something that you'd ever really been subtle about. Everyone knows." and she's still trying to be gentle, despite the fact that the words still managed to slice at you.

"So that makes what you guys did, okay?" you shoot back. "Is that really the hill you want to die on?" and you're growing crosser. "This isn't about not being liked back by a guy, this is about me believing that the people I spend most of my days with have my back. How are we supposed to be a team when I can't trust you?" you press. "Because you never would have done that to Spence." you add, and JJ blinks, mostly because she doesn't know how to counter that.

"You didn't have to do it to Derek or Rossi or Penelope either." you remind her. "So what was it about me, about this that made your only course of action rubbing salt in a wound that I was doing a damn good job of healing all on my own?"

"I-I don't know." she admits, and you suppose it was an answer.

"Yeah, well I don't know if I have the patience to wait around for you all to figure that out." you mumble.

"What are you saying?" and JJ's blinking a bit more, eyes misty but not quite showing any signs of shed tears.

"I'm saying that before I didn't know if I wanted to stay here anymore. I love my job, but I don't love how it makes me feel now." you say plainly. "When Elle got like that and ignored her gut it got someone shot." you say, and it sounds melodramatic, but it doesn't feel that way at all. JJ gasps, though it's faint. "I just don't want to wait around for that to happen to me." and you inhale sharply, shuddered breath wracking through you as JJ stares at you clearly gobsmacked.

"But-" and she can't quite grasp the words. "You can't just leave." she exclaims, and it sounds like she's pleading. "Look-" and she's starting to sound just a little desperate. "Look we never wanted to hurt you, okay? And-and none of us..." and she stops to make sure she's staring you directly in your eyes. "None of us want to lose you, Y/N." she insists. "I-" and she's shaking her head again. "Please don't do this." and she sounds the same way Spencer did when he said it. Your nose twitches, "We just got the team back together." she mutters.

"JJ, that's not fair." you huff at her, and she's not really trying to be fair. She just doesn't want you to leave.

"I'm so sorry that we hurt you." and while most apologies that start that way are usually rife with deceit, JJ sounds more sincere than she probably ever has before. "And I'm sorry if it feels a little flat, especially with you already having a foot out the door." she sighs, "It wasn't okay, but-but I know how Hotch feels about you. How the entire team feels about you." she reiterates. "We can't do this without you, we can't." she emphasizes sternly. "And maybe that's selfish to bring up, but we all care so much about you." she promises.

You want to cut her off, but she doesn't give you the chance.

Classic JJ.

"Do whatever you need to! Take as much time away as you need, hate us forever if you have to, but please don't- don't walk away from what you do here." she exhales shakily. "And-and for the record, whether it helps or not... we didn't sit around discussing your... feelings for Hotch." she tells you quietly. "It wasn't some master plan that we composed, and-and I don't know... it couldn't have all been fake." she whispers, and you wonder why she's changing her tune, because just last week she was telling you that 'it wasn't real'

"JJ-" you finally manage and she's shaking her head.

"I'm serious." she insists, and your nose crinkles up again.

"Stop." you deadpan. "You're being really mean." you huff, and you begin to click at your nails just slightly. JJ thinks you're a little bit exasperating. Too stubborn for your own good, but she wont push.

"Could you just listen for one second?" she exclaims, and you're pouting as she grows more overwhelmed at it all. "I wouldn't lie to you about this." she insists, and you wonder why she, and Spencer have taken this sort of stance with you. It should make you hopeful, right? Oh, there was some chance that Hotch felt the same way as you. Except you can't be happy about it, because he's not the one that was sitting here telling you this. It was JJ.

What had you told Spencer earlier? 'There's no way to misunderstand when it's spelled out for you, right', and emotionally exhausted or not, you meant it. Which meant you refused to do the work for him. If he couldn't say it, if he couldn't admit it, than it was as if it wasn't true at all. Which is why you exhale, blinking away whatever bleariness tried to keep itself latched to your eyes. "I love you for trying so hard, but I'd rather you didn't." you instruct sternly.

JJ inhales deeply, audibly expelling the breath from her nose. "That's what you're missing, Y/N." she begins, and she reaches out, hand cupping your shoulder. "I'm not trying to do anything. Everything I've said today I meant. You're important, and you're a lot to lose." she admits. "If you're going to leave, leave because you hate the job, do it because you don't feel fulfilled any longer. But don't let this be what makes you throw in the towel, Y/N." she says and you huff again.

You were doing a lot of that today. "We'll make up for it." she begins, and then she sighs. "I'll make up for it, however long it takes." and you think her pivot from sharing the blame to taking it all for herself makes you feel a little less like you were being ganged up on. She was no longer the spokesperson for everyone involved, and was back to just being JJ, your friend JJ. "Please?" she tries again, and it's not like her to beg, which tells you all you need to know about how serious she was.

"We should get back to work." you mumble, and it's not quite the answer she's expecting, but at the very least it was a promise that you both still had until the end of the day at the very least. She doesn't have the strength to fight her smile, arms looping around you in a move that's much too invasive for your still sour mood, but you don't slight her for it. You instead let her hug you, because obviously it meant a lot more to her than you knew. She'd missed you.

"Alright, alright. That's enough." you tease, moving to lightly push the blonde off of you as she exhales.

"Can you blame me? I thought you were gonna hate me forever." she admits honestly, and you crinkle your nose.

"Guess I'm softer than I thought." you reply, and she waves you off at the remark. Still, despite this slight turn in the direction of your relationship with JJ, you still couldn't feel all that settled. But, you know hiding out in the restroom was by no means the best choice. So when JJ moves to leave, you tail her, surprised when on the other side is a nearly pacing Reid.

"Spence?" JJ exclaims in surprise, the tawny haired man turns to you both. He's immediately looking past JJ to take you in. JJ follows hos gaze and whistles under her breath, deciding that her job was done. She offers you a hopeful sort of look before she continues on towards her desk, leaving you and Spencer mostly alone.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and you're subjectively alright, for the moment. You're better than you were, but not as good as you could be. You're not anywhere near where or who you were before, but you suppose after what the team endured there wasn't much that could be done about that last bit. "I'm so sorry." he's exclaiming, and of course, he means it. He always means it. "I didn't mean to-" and he doesn't really know how to articulate all his thoughts correctly.

He's good with words, knows facts and statistics and data, knows what runs through his mind when he thinks about you, and knows what he wants to say. It's when he opens his mouth that things go awry, because despite all his grand attempts, he always manages to screw up when it came to expressing the emotional side of things. His pep talks sometimes fell flat, and a lot of times he missed the mark when it came to cheering someone up. But, he'd never wanted to be a person who hurt you, so he needed to fix it.

Even if it ruined everything forever.

"I wasn't trying to insinuate that you'd-" and he motions between the both of you. "I don't think that you see me as a rebound." he finally vocalizes. "That would mean you'd have to see me in a potentially romantic way." Spencer's voice is as steady as it often was when he was giving a geographical profile or helping to relay some form of fact or evidence during a case. Which said a lot about his intentions, and how serious he was about you not misunderstanding him.

"I was merely trying to note that a lot of times in circumstances where we're faced rejection from someone we hold to a high regard, it's really easy to misinterpret our own feelings and latch onto people before we really mean to." he expresses, and your chewing on the inside of your cheek, albeit subtly. "For example, because you've established me as someone who you can trust during this time, it'd be really easy for you to misinterpret what you think you feel for me." he says, and your eyebrows furrow inwardly.

"How could I possibly do that? They're my own feelings." you retort.

"Because, the first thing people do after a breakup, is they seek validation, or a new way to boost their esteem and self worth." he doesn't quite lecture, but it's clear he's intent on your knowing all of this. "And that doesn't necessarily mean that you're vying for me as a potential person to bounce back with, but a lot of times when you don't process the end of a previous emotional bond, your view of the entire new dynamic can be warped." he proceeds, and you're still not really understanding his point, instead you're feeling more silly.

"What are you saying, Spencer?" you question quietly.

"All I'm trying to explain is that I don't want you to tell me that you want to go out and listen to me promenade facts unless it's what you really want to do." he says, "I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to play along, because you think we're in the same boat... where we- we love someone that we can't have?" he presses, and he winces once it's out, you think you may have started holding your breath. "Does that make sense to you?"

You nod your head limply, and you take in his words. You find that your little hunch about your dear Spencer was correct. You also note that it doesn't quite scare you the way you'd initially believed it would. "Spence, I wouldn't do that to you." you remind him, and he nods too.

"I know that." he promises. "At least not consciously, but our minds can play tricks on us. You could think that this is what's best, moving on... forgetting about- about everything that happened." he presses, and your lips form into a thin line. "And then wake up in three weeks and remember why you fell in love with Hotch to begin with."

"Or-" and his eyes widen.

"Or?"

"Or...I could choose to stop waiting around for someone to not be afraid to love me." you counter. "I could- I could choose to hang out with my friend, Spencer and be okay with whatever happens after that. I could- We could do that. And it could be okay." you purse your lips. "Because, it's what I want to do. Nobody's entitled to my feelings but me, and you know what that means, Spencer? It means that if you think that you might love me, you need to be okay with that." he looks a bit startled that you're saying it so bluntly, but stays quiet.

"And you need to know that sometimes your statistics are gonna be wrong, and sometimes the guy that's too scared to admit how they feel doesn't get the girl." it's a shock, you can't say that you've fallen out of love in a day, you can't say that you've fallen in love in a day. But you do know that Spencer Reid managed to invoke a hope inside of you that you hadn't managed to feel in a long time. He made you girlishly giddy, and you liked talking to him, you liked listening to him, you liked the way it felt when you'd made plans together.

And maybe there was no such thing as a happily ever after where everyone gets who they want, maybe in three weeks you would wake up and find that you and Spencer were better off as friends, but you weren't going to hold up your life in the hopes that maybe someday Aaron Hotchner would wake up and decide he was finally ready to love you out loud. Not when there was a chance to take your own life, your own emotions by the balls and do with them what you wanted.

"He doesn't?" Spencer asks, and you're not quite sure you can place what emotions are resting on his face and in his eyes.

"We can find out." you offer, and it's not some heady and heavy declaration of unyielding devotion, but wasn't that sort of how every relationship started? With some decision to take a chance. Maybe, you didn't really know. "There's this music store I've been dying to check out." you say, and for the second time that day Spencer seems to brighten right in front of your eyes. "It's sort of right on the strip, if you don't mind going with me... there's a lot we could do…" and the small change is almost everything. It's scary, causes a pit in your gut.

Still, it's a nicer feeling than uncertainty and the hollowness left behind by idleness. "Are you in?" you ask, and Spencer is already nodding his head, smile reaching his eyes as his pretty teeth reveal themselves to you, eyes twinkling in a way that's very very beautiful.

"Yes." he agrees with a simple nod. "I would-" and you think it's cute the way his smile refuses to leave, and sweet the way he's suddenly grown nervous all over again. "I'd like that-" and his voice cracks, and earns him a laugh, your own demeanor seeming to change as your excitement starts to brew in the depths of your chest.

"Good." you beam.

"Good." he repeats, and there's a small moment, a flicker where you're certain you both look nervous, frightful of what came next. But it only lasts a second, because you're both suddenly being called by Derek, a resounding 'Pretty Boy, Pretty Girl' forcing you out of your bubble and back into the fray. With another shared smile you find yourselves in step, making your way back towards the heart of the bullpen where the rest of the team is huddled. It's rare when work is so light, but you know as well as everyone else, you'll all take advantage of it.

When Penelope smiles at you, you smile back, and it's real.

When JJ plants herself on top of your desk, the two of you actually laugh, spilling secrets and trading gossip like nothing's ever changed.

When Rossi calls you Piccola, you relax even more into the familiarity of being surrounded by your teammates.

When Derek slings an arm around your shoulder and plants a kiss to the top of your head, you remember why you loved your job.

When Emily calls your name and waves you and JJ over to the group, you oblige, meeting Emily's eyes with no mirth left behind. When she calls you by your nickname, you feel that familiar swarm of familial adoration filling your chest, and recognize that things with her would be okay. You find that in the grand scheme she is still your Emily.

When you find yourself standing next to your boss, his usually stern and stoic persona shed in the presence of the team he considered family, you hardly bat an eye. When he smiles at a joke you make, you're pleased, but the anxiety, the panic that tormented you is all gone. The butterflies are too, replaced with the respect you remember.

And when you find yourself looking across the circle and meet the pretty brown eyes of one Spencer Reid, you feel it when your heart tremors, just a little bit.

And you think, in the end, you made the right decision.

[leeny-leens]

“I’m divorcing your sorry ass”

Pairing: Matthew Riddle x Reader

WC: 1067

Warnings/Content: No use of Y/N, GN Reader, Matthew being a little shit, Matthew embarrassing the Reader, established relationship, Reader is referred too as menace and lover

Note: First time writing something for Matt and also my actual first time posting my writing on here! I dont write kissing scenes often, or romance and i think it sorta shows- Lmk what you think of this stupid idea tho, any interaction is appreaciated <3

Matthew Riddle had a reputation, and he would never in a million years do anything to jeopardise it. For the last 6 years, the boy had been hellbent on keeping up the appearance of broody, cool and calculating asshole who’s never had a feeling in his life ever. Even after he started dating you almost a year ago, he kept the softness and adoration mostly for private moments, only letting the edges of his persona soften up a minuscule bit. So to sum it up, Matthew knew better than to engage in risky, stupid behaviour that would have his reputation crumbling faster than his guards when you looked at him with your caring soft eyes, right?

Wrong.

If there was one thing he loved more than his reputation, it was bullying the ever loving fuck out of you, lightheartedly of course. It was how your friendship had started really, insults thrown back and forth between snot nosed first years in Charms class somehow evolved in inseparable friendship with the same amount of bullying, if not more, as day one. Even after you started dating in your fifth year, the dynamic hadn’t changed much, he still told you you looked dreadful every morning, and in turn you’d grumble about how he looked like a cross between a rotten fruit and a deformed squid.

Young love is oh so beautiful, isn’t it?

Suffice to say, you both weren’t big on public displays of your affection for one another, or any of the too cliche couple things others did around you. The furthest you’d gone is wearing each others clothes, but you’ve done that since your first year.

Now, imagine everyone’s surprise -and your utter horror- as you watched Matthew enter the Great Hall, wearing the ugliest shirt known to man, plastered with pictures of you in a heart shaped collage, the words ‘I love my menace’ splashed below it in thick, red letters. Your mouth hung open, jaw on the table as Matthew strolled towards you with a grin plastered across his devilish features. The worst part about this? He looked good wearing that damn thing. The fabric hung loosely around his body, just the way you knew he liked his shirts to fit him, and the way his tousled hair fell over those beautiful green eyes, shining with mirth as his gaze never once strayed from yours, was downright criminal. How could he embarrass you and look good doing so? Preposterous.

Ignoring everyone’s eyes that followed him, Matthew took a seat across you at the Slytherins table, his elbows propped to support his grinning face. “Morning dearest,” he chirped, as if he didn’t just pull one of the top three most embarrassing things in the history of existence “Lovely day we’re having, right?”. Beside you, your best friend Lorenzo Berkshire was trying his best to not choke on his own saliva, half falling over the bench and leaned against Theodore Nott, your other traitor of a best friend who’d broke out in tearful cackles the moment he spotted Matthew.

You glared at the two, extending the venom in your eyes to the rest of your coughing and snorting friends before focusing on the cause of your misery. “What the fuck do you think you're doing, Riddle?” You hissed, your eyes narrowed at the sight of your boyfriend’s shit eating grin.

“What?” His tone and face, picture perfect innocence, had your blood boiling over in rage and regrettably, adoration for this idiot you called yours “Can’t a man appreciate his lover around here?”

The question sent Enzo on the floor, his body thrashed with choked laughter and tears as he grappled for air and you opted to grab the nearest cup of water to pour onto the bloody traitor. Your attention turned back to your annoying other half and you abruptly pushed yourself up, hands slamming on the table to rattle your friends’ attention. With a huff, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and tilted your chin up, your furrowed eyebrows and deep etched scowl evidence of displeasure. “I’m divorcing your sorry ass,” you declared firmly, and made haste to quickly exit the Great Hall in an attempt to escape the situation at hand. Matthew followed you, barley holding back his laughter as he yelled for you to wait, but you only sped up your pace, knowing that if he got to see your face, he’d tease you about the bright grin and soft twinkle in your eyes.

“He’s so goddamn lucky I love him,” you muttered to yourself before being promptly pushed into a desolate corridor to your left. A pair of ever so familiar hands gripped your hips, your back pushed against a wall as you come face to face with a smiling Matthew. Your heart gave an annoying flutter at the sight of him looking at you, his green eyes soft with affection and adoration and a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his pretty mouth.

“That I am,” he whispered into the silence between you. His face inched closer and closer to you, you could feel his warm breathe fanning against your skin as you gave him your signature eye roll, the one paired with the smile only he ever got to see. “So fucking lucky,” his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, before you finally decided to close the distance between you. Your hands wrapped around his neck by instinct as he sighed into the kiss, the feel of his lips against yours ever so familiar yet so inviting and warm each time. The kiss didn’t last long, and when he pulled away, he flashed you one of those smiles that made you weak in the knees, yet you only huffed and turned away, freeing yourself from his hold as you tugged him towards the dungeons.

“I’m still divorcing you.”

“Can we get married first at least?”

“If you change that horrible shirt, I’ll think about it.”

You’ve never once seen him rush to change that quickly, not even for quidditch practice, and it left you with pooling warmth in your stomach that spread to the rest of your body and mind, keeping you fuzzy and afloat with love for the menace that is your Matthew Riddle.

[ratspaguetti]

Agent 3/Captain 3 Mental State

Do y'all ever just think about how Agent 3 might actually have a different kind of problem mentally- like, I see a lot of people always talking about the brainwashing and the fighting Octavio and the Octarians as their "flaw/trauma to over come" and dont get me wrong I love these flaws in their character! But I've just been thinking-

What about a hero complex? I mean, it might be typical, but Agent 3 has been working for the New Squidbeak Splatoon ever since they where about 14, they've been put in death situations over and over again- so what if they tie in their worth to their abilities? To what they can bring to the table-

Yet every couple of years, a new agent, a new person who did what they did all those years ago, but...better at times, Agent 4 (that one oc) saved the great zap fish, beat Octavio, and they did it while fighting Callie, and now Captain 3 has been- basically replaced by Neo 3, who fought Octavio, and a bear in literally space! Captain 3s achievements slowly pale more in comparison, and Agent 8 went through everything they went through in heels

The rest of the squidbeak splatoon is similar, Callie and Marie are literally idols and the original agents of the New Squid beak splatoon, Marina is just Marina, smart with technology and good at musician and paved the way for octolings to enter inkling society, Pearl is practically a princess with the voice of a torpedo, deep cut isn't technically part of the squid beak splatoon, but they are also idols-

All to say...Captain 3 might feel the need to prove themselves, they did take up the spot of their beloved Gramps, and even if he is a bit of a nut job, he was a literal War Hero and legend, Captain 3 is in the shadow of so many great people- insecurity complex might be their new dearest friend!

Anyways, this was just a bit of a character study using nothing but my tired imagination- give me your thoughts and feed back please and thank yous!

[florenceafternoon]

━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Really, we shouldn’t be surprised by now but I have more amazing jily AU fics to share because the writers of this fandom are incredibly talented and I have my screen report to prove it.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

serendipity by desperateforsanity (on ao3)

Modern college/uni AU. Dearest Students and Staff, I am pleased to announce Hogwarts University’s fourth annual Pen Pal Program. Upperclassmen and sophomores likely remember and cherish the memories of their previous penpals and are excited to make another friend this year.

TW: for the later chapters for discussions of grief and its effects on one's mental well-being. For the most part, though this is a fun fic full of great banter!

The Frenzied Misadventures of Balcony Man and Window Woman by @clare-with-no-i

prompt: "It's 3am why are you outside my window- are you trying to rob me?"

It feels necessary to preface this entire thing with the fact that, yes, James had good reason to be dangling precariously from a third-floor balcony, and anyone who says differently is simply attempting to smear his good name.

At least, that’s the story he’s sticking to.

Hijinks & Shenanigans

mellow is the man (who knows what he's been missing) also by @/ clare-with-no-i

Earl's Court. 24th May, 1975. Led Zeppelin live in concert like you've never seen them before.

FEATURING: prolonged eye contact, deeply metaphoric descriptions of cigarette smoke, painful levels of detail about makeup, and a special one-time performance by Two Teens In Love! OR: the "we made eye contact at a Led Zeppelin concert but my friends pulled me away to mosh before I could come say hello" AU

So when I say that I saw this unfold frame by frame in my head, I mean the writing is on another level. The way that I could almost smell Earl Court ... I regret waiting so long to read it. Also, found out this is written by the same author as one of my favourite jily fics foreigner’s god so that explains it “I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” ― Sally Rooney, Normal People

but he’s a little bit too far away by @firefeufuego

Historical AU. A decade after they met as cadets for The Times, the toll of James chasing stories in war zones is starting to hit home for Lily.

Taking A Shot At You by @annabtg

Modern AU. Lily Evans, pharmacist, has to work all day and night on New Year's Eve - and ends up ringing in the new year with a bloke who just got himself a dog bite.

The Right Track by BeeDaily (on ao3)

Co-workers modern AU. When James is first handed the train ticket, his immediate reaction is to laugh openly in his father's face.

the horoscope by lirians

Modern AU. James stops momentarily to give way to a bunch of rambunctious teenagers on the pavement before he regains his step. Lily has come to a halt a bit further, waiting on him.

“Horoscopes?” he asks as they move onwards. He’s relieved that any awkwardness between them is apparently gone. “How so?”

“Marly sent me mine this week because it said I would meet someone from the past again,” she explains. “I’m still not sold on the idea of it, but isn’t this weird?”

I was inspired to read this by this art

The Falcon and The Squid by @jfleamont

There's a Lego Millennium Falcon that needs to be built. There's also a bet, a ring and a bike.

Put it all together and what do you get?

Leda's jily will always be a favourite of mine. They're idiots in love your honour

Glastonbury by elanev91 (on ao3)

Prompt: we're at a music festival and you crawled into my tent when drunk and fell asleep, now you've woken up bewildered and to be honest I should be more annoyed but you're just so good looking

One Day at Time by @sweeethinny

Single-mum-lily AU. One day at a time is the mantra Lily uses to keep peace inside her mind, but there are days when it's simply impossible and in the end all she needs is a glass of wine, a cozy hug with her boyfriend, and a serious talk with her son.

Note that you can read this as a stand-alone one shot but it's part of a series that takes place in this AU

For All My Life by aheartcalledhome & SecondJadeofLan (on ao3)

When saving the bees ends in a happy family.

pumpkins and blueberries by evotter (on ao3)

Modern soulmate AU. In which Lily Evans hates puzzles, Marlene McKinnon is a coffee-making goddess, and the stuffy manager with the unkempt hair just so happens to be Lily's soulmate. In the wise words of Mary Macdonald, nothing is scarier than a relationship. Especially if it's with your soulmate.

After Moon by lovesickjily (on ao3)

When the universe sent Lily back in time for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t realise that she’d fall for the charming, messy-haired Prince along the way, nor did she realise that she’d see him once again.

here's to never growing up by elixirsoflife (on ao3)

Chat fic where a group chat documents the lives of four highly dramatic teenage boys as they navigate their A Levels.

Or, like, die trying.

Okay, I rarely ever read chat fics, they're just not my thing. BUT this one had me wheezing on my way to school. It's crack. Just treat it like crack

Ice Baby also by elixirsoflife

Modern college/uni AU. In his defence, James never expected to meet his soulmate at thirteen minutes past eleven on a Sunday morning when he’s aiming a puck at Sirius’ balls.

Or: call me sweetheart again and I'll punch you in the throat.

Not a Clue by PotterandEvans (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily stood in the doorway of the flat, looking at the boy in front of her. She had spent most of the last two years keeping her distance from the annoying piece of work, staying away from his ego mostly. “Come in.” She said, stepping away from the doorway to let him into the flat that she usually shared with Remus.

"Ah, so kind." James muttered as he walked inside, his heavy bag weighing him down. This really was not the ideal situation, for either of them. But he had nowhere else to go, so staying with Lily Evans it was going to have to be.

they were zoommates (requires an ao3 account) by elanev91 (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily's on lockdown and, because she can't help herself, signs herself up for a whole bunch of extra (and free) work with her ad agency. Minerva, her boss, assigns a cheeky social media manager to her team to help her. Also, Marlene discovers TikTok (this is nowhere near as important to the narrative as its inclusion here suggests).

And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies!) by @wearingaberetinparis

Fame AU. Lily Evans is a Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and global superstar, who recently broke up from her latest and long-term actor boyfriend Amos Diggory. James Potter is a professional football player who plays as a forward for Manchester United and has never been quiet about his celebrity crush: Lily Evans. When Lily Evans thus plays at Wembley Stadium - a place he is more than familiar with due to his being part of the England team - he just has to go and see her perform, embracing his inner, besotted fan boy, while the woman on stage is completely oblivious to his presence. Or is she?

The most unrealistic part was man u winning (but it's James so that explains it). Regardless, I started this fic while waiting for my final grades from last year to come through, and while they were disappointing, this sure wasn't. I was crying so hard that I fell asleep. Then I woke up and continued the fic and suddenly I was giggling along with Lilly. Anything and everything Mary writes is a masterpiece. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story.

it continues (the beginning doesn't matter) by whitesunlars (on ao3)

She is the last person he expected at his door at that exact moment, despite feeling unsure about the fact that she managed to track down his address, he agrees to go out to coffee with her. A lot could be said about James Potter, but nobody could claim that he had good self-preservation skills.

They meet in a bar. Mistakes happen. They learn to keep going.

[bradshawsbaby]

Letters to My Love // Part IX

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: Bobby and Peach’s story continues! Hope you all enjoy this latest installment!

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.

The title of this chapter comes from the popular song of the same name. Click here to listen to the first ever recording of the song from 1931!

Dedication: As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter​. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!

Warnings: Alternating POV, allusions to the physical and emotional cost of war, lots of sweet fluff.

April 28, 1943

Dearest Peach (or is it Cookie now?),

I have to tell you, this game of tag might just be the best version of the game I’ve ever played. I sure was surprised—and pleased, believe me—when I opened your last letter to find another photograph inside. The other fellas on the carrier are starting to grumble about how they hardly ever get photos from their girls back home, so you’ve managed to make me quite a big shot around here. Tommy Boy told me just the other day that word’s spreading about how “Floyd’s always getting these pictures from a pretty girl back stateside.” In all honesty, I think they’re just shocked that a gal as pretty as you would be writing to a boring guy from the sticks like me.

Now I don’t want you to think I’m gloating or anything when you send me photos, Peach—although your pretty face DOES deserve to be on billboards, in my humble opinion. It’s just that carriers are smaller than you’d think, in terms of news spreading around, It doesn’t help matters that Benny is always looking over my shoulder during Mail Call, and that when I opened your most recent letter, he stood up on our bench and shouted “Bobby Boy’s got another picture, fellas!” Don’t you worry, though. I tucked your photo into my pocket, right over my heart, and wouldn’t let any of the others see it, no matter how much they begged. Serves them right for being so nosy.

All that to say, it’s a wonderful picture and it brought a big old smile to my face to see how happy you all looked at Christmastime. Please send my highest compliments to Dottie. You and your sister look so much alike, you could both be Hollywood starlets. I especially love your matching smiles—prettier than the angel on top of the Christmas tree. And Frankie is the spitting image of Paddy, my goodness! It’s funny, Paul, Jr. looks just like Paul, too. Maybe the boys will both grow up and go to Annapolis together. You know, following in their fathers’ footsteps and all that. Wouldn’t that be something if they both joined the Navy one day?

Speaking of us “squids,” as our Marine brothers are so wont to call us, I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed the photos that I sent with my last letter. Tommy Boy and Benny have been bragging to anyone who will listen that you have our pictures displayed on your desk. I made the mistake of letting them know that you think they’re very handsome, but don’t worry, I kept it just between us that you think I’m the most handsome. They’re good guys and I wouldn’t want to go bruising their egos or anything like that.

Mike is the name of the fella on board who has the camera and took the pictures for us. He’s hoping he can get his hands on some more film soon so that he can take some more photographs while we’re over here. He likes to send them back home to his fiancee in Arkansas. He’s a solid guy, Mike is. He even told me he’d be happy to take some more pictures for me to send to you when he’s able to—if you’d like that, that is.

I’m glad to know that you don’t mind me writing a little bit about you to my family. I received a letter from my mother the same day I received your letter, and she said you sound like the loveliest girl and that you’re more than welcome on the Floyd farm anytime you happen to find yourself in Linn County, Iowa. When I was writing back to her, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that nobody just so happens to find themselves in Linn County, Iowa. But the offer still stands! My mama would be more than happy to bake you all the pumpkin pies your heart desires. And she’d be more than happy to hear about that peach cobbler recipe, too!

Paul wanted me to tell you that you have no reason to be embarrassed about the punch spill, and that, in fact, you should put it out of your mind completely. He’s sitting across me from right now as I write this, writing his own letter back home to Natasha and the kids. Clara’s just learning to recognize her letters and read some basic words, and Paul, Jr. can’t read at all yet of course, so Paul includes little drawings for them when he writes. Natasha says they love them, and that Clara always carries his letters around when they’re running errands to show off to all the neighbors. “Look at Daddy’s pictures!” she tells them. He really is a good artist, you know. One of these days, I’m going to have him draw something for you. Anything in particular you’d like to see?

Oh, please don’t be embarrassed about my overhearing that conversation! That’s the last thing I want you to feel. You have no reason to be embarrassed, Peach. If anything, it’s that Eddie guy who should feel embarrassed for doing that to a lady. But like you—and Dottie—said, everything happens for a reason. I believe that, too. And I believe that good things can come out of even the worst circumstances. Take this war, for example. It’s awful. There’s no sugarcoating it or making it sound better than it is. It’s just plain awful. In the time I’ve been over here, I’ve seen and heard things that I’ll never be able to forget, things that make you question how human beings can do such things to one another. But I’ve also seen instances of such heroism and bravery, of people doing all they can to stick their necks out for each other and see each other home safely, and I think that that’s got to count for something, too. Don’t you think so, Peach? I know you’re all doing your part back home, too, and that means the world to us over here. We can feel it, and we appreciate it more than you can know. So you see? Good things can still come out of the hard times.

Like you and me meeting, for another thing. I can’t say that I’m grateful for this war, but I am thankful that it brought us together and allowed our paths to cross that night in Charleston. I’ll always be thankful for that, Peach. Not a day goes by that I don’t count my lucky stars that Paul finally convinced me to go to that dance that night. It was the last place in the world I wanted to be, but it turned out to be just the place I needed to be. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Speaking of that night at the dance, I had a dream the other night about dancing with you, Peach. We were at the USO dance at first, but then we were suddenly on the beach. As a farm boy from Iowa, you can imagine that I haven’t spent much time on the beach in my lifetime. But I suppose my subconscious remembers all the beaches I saw in Charleston, because there we were, dancing in the sand while the waves were crashing in. Do you like going to the beach? Like I said, there’s none in landlocked Iowa, but I’d be more than happy to let you be my tour guide when it comes to the best beaches South Carolina and Georgia have to offer.

It’s funny, I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I remember that one quite vividly. I woke up thinking I could still taste saltwater on my tongue and feel you in my arms. Maybe that sounds a little silly, but it’s true. It was the best dream I’ve ever had, I’m sure of it.

It does sound like little Frankie is quite the mischief-maker! Hiding keys already? Something tells me he’s going to give Dottie and Paddy a run for their money when he gets older! From everything you’ve told me, I really do think he and Paul, Jr. would make the best of friends. I imagine the two of them would get into even more mischief than Paul and I did when we were growing up!

Gosh, I wish more than anything that I could be there dancing with you, Peach. But I’m holding the thought of you dancing to “We’ll Meet Again” real close to my heart until we really can meet again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear that song without thinking of you now.

Please do keep me updated on your Victory Garden efforts! I’m looking forward to hearing all about it. Believe me, no one could have a browner thumb than me—just ask Paul, Natasha, and pretty much my entire family—so I’m sure you and Dottie will do a wonderful job!

And Happy Belated Easter, Peach! I hope you had a lovely day with your family. We actually had a bit of exciting news that reached us on Easter Sunday. The Royal Navy sent word that they managed to sink a German U-boat off the coast of [REDACTED], which is hopefully a good sign for all the rest of us. I hope this war comes to an end soon. It feels like we’ve been fighting forever.

I hope that the South Carolina sunshine is treating you right, and that you’re safe and well. I can’t wait until your next letter arrives (I’ll try to keep Benny from looking over my shoulder next time).

Most Truly Yours,

Bobby

May 24, 1943

My Dear Bobby,

Don’t worry, it’s still Peach to you, and it always will be. Frankie is learning so many new words every day that I’m sure I’ll only be Aunt Cookie for a little while longer. But I’d like to stay Peach for a good long while, if that’s alright with you.

I’m sorry to disappoint all the fellas on the carrier—particularly Benny—by not including any new photographs with this letter. I’ll try to amend that next time. But I absolutely do not believe that it should come as any kind of shock to anyone that you and I write to one another, Bobby. Boring? Who would dare call you boring? I’ll not have you talking about yourself like that, Robert Floyd, do you hear me? I could just as easily say that the people back in Charleston would be shocked to learn that a handsome naval aviator is writing to a girl as shy and mousey as me, but I know you wouldn’t like that. Just like I don’t like hearing you talk badly about yourself. So let’s promise one another we won’t do that anymore, hm?

Dottie sends profuse thanks for your sweet words about the Christmas photo—she actually blushed when I told her what you’d written! And I could tell that Paddy was all puffed up with pride when I told him that you thought Frankie looked just like him. Dottie agrees with you wholeheartedly, by the way. “Both my boys are so handsome!” she declared. I think Paddy blushed a little bit at that, though he’d never admit it.

My goodness, imagine Frankie and Paul, Jr. both joining the Navy when they’re older? I think you’re quite right that they’d make excellent friends—but heaven help the Navy with the double trouble those two would bring with all their mischief-making!

By the way, I asked Paddy about that nickname you said the Marines like to use—squids? I’ve never seen my brother-in-law turn so red so fast! “Oh, what do they know?” he demanded, waving his hands in the air. “They’re just a bunch of jarheads!” Squids? Jarheads? I never realized there was such a rivalry between you! No wonder the sailors and the Marines seem to stay on opposite sides of the room whenever the USO hosts an event! I hope you know that I don’t think you’re a squid, Bobby. But if you were, you’d be the cutest squid in the seven seas.

You’re very considerate not to bruise Tommy Boy’s and Benny’s egos, so thank you very much for keeping our little secret. Emily came over the other day—she’s still so excited about the wedding and she wanted me to help her go over some details—and she saw the pictures of you and the boys on my desk. She remembered Paul from the night of the dance, and she thought the rest of you looked familiar, too. She said to pass along her best wishes, and I passed along your congratulations on her and Eddie’s engagement. I hope you don’t mind.

That’s very sweet of your friend, Mike to offer to take more photos for you! Of course I’d love for you to send more, if you’re able to! Being able to see that you’re okay, even with all the miles and a war between us, makes me so happy.

Your mama is most generous and kind to extend that invitation! While I can’t say that I have any reason to be in Linn County, Iowa at the moment, I will be certain to look up the Floyd family farm if ever I should happen to be in town. And please let your mama—and all of your family—know that, should they ever find themselves in Charleston, South Carolina, the Sheridan residence is always open to them. Your mama and I can swap recipes. I know Dottie would love that.

I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear when I read the part of your letter where you talked about Paul’s drawings for Clara and Paul, Jr.! What a wonderful father he is! And an artist, too? I’m very impressed! Not to mention thankful to him for his unending kindness. I can see why the two of you are the best of friends—you both have the same good hearts. Hmm, now as for what kind of drawing I would like, I suppose that would depend on what Paul specializes in. Does he do portraits? In that case, I’d like to see him draw one of you. Does he draw cartoons? I can only imagine how he’d portray a conversation between Tommy Boy and Benny. If neither of those, then perhaps Paul can draw me some peaches—I always think of you now, Bobby, whenever I eat them.

Oh, Bobby. Yes, I do believe it counts for something when people try to hold onto their goodness in the midst of so much evil and bad. We know so little of what you’re facing over there beyond the small bits that we read in the newspaper or hear on the radio. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to be living in it every day. I wish that I could hold you tight and make all the bad memories go away. But since I can’t, I’m glad to know that you’re able to find the glimpses of good where you can.

Without a doubt, everything happens for a reason, and I believe there’s a reason that you and I met that night, Bobby. Maybe a reason that’s bigger than you and I can ever understand. I’m grateful that our paths crossed, too. So, so grateful. I know this might sound silly considering we’ve only actually been together in person for a few hours, but you’ve helped me come out of my shell more than you can know. I’ve always been so shy, Bobby. Painfully so. It’s not easy for me to talk to new people, or people that I don’t know very well. It’s especially not easy for me to talk to handsome boys like you. But that night at the dance and during our walk on King Street—you made me feel seen, Bobby. And heard. Hardly anyone outside my family has ever made me feel that way. And then we started writing letters to each other and you’ve just been so easy to talk to, so easy to share my heart with. Thank you for that, Bobby. It means more to me than you can possibly imagine. So yes, I thank my lucky stars for that night, too.

Did you really have a dream about me? I’m blushing to think so, but now I don’t feel so shy to tell you that I’ve dreamed about you, too. In my dream, we were back at the ice cream parlor on King Street, sharing an ice cream sundae with lots of whipped cream and cherries on top. When you come home, we’ll have to take a drive to Folly Beach and get ice cream on the pier. I’ll be counting down the days until it happens!

Now speaking of our Victory Garden, Dottie and I are quite proud of the effort we put in this year! You’d think the two of us were a couple of regular old farm girls. We spent about a week or so clearing out the beds from last year and resoiling them. One of our neighbors, Mrs. Patterson had a beautiful garden last year, so she gave us a lot of helpful advice. We ended up planting beans, carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes. It’s still a little too early to tell how they’ll end up, but they look promising so far! I think you’d be proud of us!

Things here on the homefront have been a little tricky as of late. I’m not sure if word has gotten over to you boys across the Atlantic, but some of the coal miners went on strike last month. It caused a bit of a crisis with regard to production and manufacturing. President Roosevelt delivered a fireside chat discussing the crisis earlier this month. He tried to remind all of us that it’s our patriotic duty to continue working and to do what we can for the war effort. I think Paddy was a bit worried about it, but the government has since taken control of the coal mines, and so we haven’t heard much more about it.

I want so badly to do my part for the war effort, Bobby. I think of you and Paul and Tommy Boy and Benny and all the others, risking your lives across the ocean to defend all of us back home. I want to do something, no matter how small, that can contribute and make a difference. There have been lots of women going to work in the factories ever since we entered the war. Some of them are filling their husbands’ and brothers’ positions while they’re off fighting. Paddy mentioned that they’re actually looking to fill civilian positions at Naval Air Station Charleston. It’s harder because of the background checks required, but I’d have a leg up, being Paddy’s sister-in-law. I’ve been thinking about asking Paddy to help me apply for a position. Do you think I should, Bobby? If it could be of any help to you and all the other men, I’d really like to give it a try. What do you think?

That’s wonderful news about the Royal Navy! Every time I hear about the Allies pushing further into Europe, or defeating our enemies in some way, it gives me a thrill of hope that maybe this all really will be over soon. I hope so, Bobby. I really hope so.

Even though there’s a few thousand miles between us, I hope you can feel all the good thoughts I’m sending your way. I can’t wait until I get your next letter. I always look forward to them.

Until next time, Bobby!

Most Affectionately Yours,

Peach

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[vonlipvig]

I write this from my panic room, hiding from the worm that kicks my ass every time it sees me…

Dearest Jules

This game is amazing and I love it. Also this game is a bastard and I hate it. I had to operate on FIVE people IN ONE GO who all had evil fish in their lungs. This went about as well as you could expect, and it took me eight attempts to get past patient No.2, fortunately here my glorious incompetence finally paid off, and in a rare moment of empathy, the game decided that I could stop at three actually, and help arrived to bail me out.

Then, as I sat, wrapped in a shock blanket and sipping a hot drink, THE FUCKING TRIANGLES CAME BACK WITH NEW GASEOUS THORNS!

Needless to say this drove me to my limit. The patented Eleanor Smith Method (TM) of nocking them out quickly with the grace and care of a back alley dentist was no longer cutting it for me. Brought to my lowest point I was driven to do the impossible and understand how Triti actually works. It took a lot of swearing, dead patients, and at least three separate YouTube videos, but Jules, I have done it! I finally understand these damn triangles now! All of gods secrets now are mine to know! (Then I lost two more patient because I went over the time limit)

Afterwards, Angie asked me (the surgeon who had to pause surgery to pull up YouTube) if things were getting easier for me. And surprisingly it turned out they were, because now the triangles were gone, and I could focus on the easier task of killing squid. I only lost two patients!

It was at this point, I realised how much I’m invested in this story, and how much I like these characters. I think the read hot crucible of back to back surgeries meant I’d spent a few days away from proper character interactions and narrative chapter parts, so when it returned I was like: oh I’ve missed this, this is great!

I love watching these guys interact, I kind of wish I could watch them just on a regular day. What do you think the office party is like? I bet the dialogue there would be great.

Anyway our New Dad (Sidney), seems to have fucks that he gives, and entered a new and exciting rebellious phase, effectively telling the political bastards to go fuck themselves because people are dying, and then calling Victor to ship out the new drugs regardless of what those assholes say. Victor was, of course, fully prepared for this exact scenario, and had the files all ready to go…. along with his own secret weapon, an anonymous tip to the press. Victor comes through for us so much, and I’m not just saying that because he’s kinda hot and let me take a break from surgery to play Professor Layton (a game I’m good at).

We also had a very serious discussion about our combat capabilities, and I love the looseness with which Tyler ‘I’m a healer but…’ Chase holds on to his Hippocratic Oath. Even having witness his final fuck disappear freely over the horizon, I was still a little surprised that Sydney agreed to his plan of catching these terrorists ourselves, with the only addition being to make sure every group had a combatant in it. I was also a little surprised that Victor doesn’t have a taser squirrelled away somewhere for just this eventuality, because honestly he seems the type.

Anyway the plan went like shit and Cybil got infect by an evil, worm who I hate and fear in equal measure, but I must press on for Cybil, who is cool, and who might tell me what’s going on between her and Original Dad (Greg) if I save her. The time has come to stop shaking and crying in terror, and step from my panic room a grown w- (the worm tunnels into my heart, killing me instantly)

we gather here to mourn the passing of our dear friend and mutual, eleanor bagadew, whose untimely passing at the hands of Evil Worm signifies a true loss, not only to ourselves, but to the entire field of medicine 🙏🏼.

OH MY GOD YES I REMEMBER THE 5X OPERATION. like, this game truly had no mercy at times. i'm surprised i didn't scratch up my ds screen with how furiously i was tapping and slashing at it with this, tbh.

oh, i'm really getting a kick out of derek, in the middle of the operation, going "ok angie, please hold the phone like this, yes, thank you, ok...triti tutorial, triti tutorial...here it is, let's go, quick! AH GEEZ THE ADS", miss thompson you have to deal with so much, thank you for everything, queen ♡.

YES YES i love these characters so much, sidney my MAN ♡ (love love loveeee his relationship with victor, ngl iiiii kinda ship them lmao, same with victor and tyler). they're all written so well, and sure, the story can get Wild and Crazy at times, but the characters really do ground it so much. and YES, what i would give to just have scrubs the tv show but with the caduceus gang lmao.

go forth now, save queen cybil, do it for all of us (and greg, of course ;3).

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Holiday Stories

Mighty Forest Keeper

Carol Cookie: La di dum… La di da… ♪ Carol Cookie: Oh? I’ve seen this tree before. Am I walking in circles? But according to Clover Cookie’s directions… Carol Cookie: Oh well! Why don’t I sit down and sing a song. Music will help me find the way, I’m sure!

Carol Cookie: La di da da! La la la! ♫ Carol Cookie: As the year comes to an end, ♪ Silent night falls across the land. Friendly faces come to mind… One by one… ♫ Carol Cookie: Jingling bells and laughter fill the town, ♫ Happiness will always be around… ♪ Carol Cookie: Ouch! What’s this? A choco acorn? Where did this come from…?

Pinecone Cookie: RAWR! Carol Cookie: A Cookie…? Hello there! What’s your name? Pinecone Cookie: I am Pinecone Cookie, protector and keeper of the forest! Pinecone Cookie: What are YOU doing in my forest? The trees can’t sleep because of you! Carol Cookie: Oh, I’m sorry! Carol Cookie: I’m Carol Cookie, singer of love and peace! I was thinking of what kind of story I should share with Cookies. Pinecone Cookie: Stories? Carol Cookie: Have you heard? ♪ The four seasons have had their turns and now it’s time for family to come together ♫ Carol Cookie: Filled with laughter and warm smiles you’re bound to have more stories and fond memories ♪ Pinecone Cookie: Family? What’s that? Carol Cookie: Oh? You don’t know? Well, let me tell you a story. Carol Cookie: A story about a holiday spent with loved ones. Pinecone Cookie: Hmm… Pinecone Cookie: Ok. But you can’t be too loud! I don’t want you to wake the trees! Carol Cookie: Of course! And so, my story begins… ♫ Pinecone Cookie: I said you can’t be loud! Carol Cookie: Ha ha, I’m sorry!

A Very Hollyberry Gathering

Princess Cookie: So we were escaping that horrible stinky pirate ship and then this HUGE squid appeared, and- Knight Cookie: Your Highness…! Stories are great and all, but please, you must eat! You haven’t even touched your food… Jungleberry Cookie: Leave her be. When her eyes shine like that, nothing can stop her. Hollyberry Cookie: Ah ha ha! Jungleberry Cookie, do I sense… excitement in your dough?! Hollyberry Cookie: Could it be that the festive lights have brightened up your spirits as well?

Jungleberry Cookie: It’s… possible. This year-end festival is the first one we’ve had ever since rebuilding the kingdom. It’s quite nice to see the palace so bright and cheerful once again. Royal Berry Cookie: Yes, yes! My queen, you’ve worked so hard to make this happen! Look at the delightfully adorable Berry Choir! And those LIGHTS! The entire hall is absolutely dashing! Hollyberry Cookie: Hear, hear! You two should enjoy this day as well! Hollyberry Cookie: So! Princess Cookie, I can’t believe that a young Cookie like you has had such an adventure! Hollyberry Cookie: Well, but then again! You were quite special, even as a freshly baked Cookie! Princess Cookie: What do you mean? Hollyberry Cookie: Your cry could wake up the entire palace! Once, you started crying in the middle of a ball and everyone started evacuating because they thought it was a dragon! HA HA HA! Knight Cookie: Wow, is that really true? Jungleberry Cookie: It’s true! And her curiosity knew no bounds! She insisted on tasting every singe* berry she laid her eyes on. What a child!

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Royal Berry Cookie: Yes, yes. Princess Cookie was the most adorable thing ever! Princess Cookie: Thanks to my early exploration days, I now can distinguish edible berries by their smell! Hollyberry Cookie: HA HA HA! Still, make sure you ask a friend for a second opinion before taking a bite! Knight Cookie: Yes, please do so! I am at your disposal! Jungleberry Cookie: The Hollyberry Kingdom has regained its spirit, and the whole family has been reunited… Jungleberry Cookie: …Truly, a day to rejoice!

Royal Berry Cookie: But dearest, why do you look so sad? Jungleberry Cookie: Do I? It’s just… With everyone here and all, I can’t help but think of that child… Royal Berry Cookie: Dear…

Wildberry Cookie: Lady Hollyberry Cookie. Hollyberry Cookie: Wildberry Cookie! There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Wildberry Cookie: I… had to send a letter to the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Hollyberry Cookie: To Crunchy Chip Cookie, I presume?! Wow, the two of you have grown really close, haven’t you! Hollyberry Cookie: How’s the Dark Cacao Kingdom these days? The snow mountains must be freezing! I hope their dough stay* dry and frost-free!

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Don’t Forget What’s Important

Crunchy Chip Cookie: Your Majesty! It’s your bravest soldier, Crunchy Chip Cookie! Commander of the Cream Wolves, reporting for duty! Cream Wolf: Arf! ARF ARF ARF! Crunchy Chip Cookie: Ever since we got back from the Republic, we reinforced the border security and patrols, bringing peace to the nearby villages! Crunchy Chip Cookie: Starving mountain beasts and roaming bandits posed the biggest threat. All of ‘em were OFFICIALLY taken cared* of!

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Cream Wolf: Arf! Arf ARF! Crunchy Chip Cookie: We taught those bandits not to mess with our Cookies, sire! Then we made sure the mountain beasts are well fed! Crunchy Chip Cookie: End of report! Cream Wolf: Arf! ARF!

Dark Cacao Cookie: Good. First Watcher, report. Caramel Arrow Cookie: First Watcher, Caramel Arrow Cookie, reporting as ordered. Caramel Arrow Cookie: In your absence, the Watchers have been focusing mainly on rebuilding and guarding the Wall. Caramel Arrow Cookie: The Licorice Sea is still a great threat to our kingdom… Caramel Arrow Cookie: But they are no match for the noble Dark Cacao Warriors. We’ve kept the Wall clean and intend to keep it that way! Caramel Arrow Cookie: End of report! Dark Cacao Cookie: I am fortunate to have such a capable First Watcher and reliable Commander for the Cream Wolves. Dark Cacao Cookie: This winter is… more vicious than usual. How fare the Cookies outside the castle? Caramel Arrow Cookie: The Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom are strong, sire. The winds may be cold, but they’re all busy preparing for the next year. Caramel Arrow Cookie: And everyone is excited that the castle gates will be finally open. Dark Cacao Cookie: ...I see. Caramel Arrow Cookie, keep a sharp eye on defending the Wall to ensure the civilian Cookies’ safety on the castle grounds. Caramel Arrow Cookie: By your command, my liege! Dark Cacao Cookie: And... Dark Cacao Cookie: Schedule the shifts so that all Watchers have time to rest. It’s the end of the year... The time to spend with your dear ones. Caramel Arrow Cookie: Your Majesty... Crunchy Chip Cookie: Y-your Majesty! If I may... Would it be possible for the Cream Wolves to have some treats...? Dark Cacao Cookie: I will see to it that Jelly treats are distributed generously. Crunchy Chip Cookie: K-King Dark Cacao Cookie...! Thank you, my king! Dark Cacao Cookie: We must not forget why we have taken up arms... What we are trying to protect... Dark Cacao Cookie: (...And what we failed to protect.)

A Dear Face

Dark Choco Cookie: ……… Dark Choco Cookie: …It’s silent. Dark Choco Cookie: I don’t remember the last time I’ve had… peace. Dark Choco Cookie: I do not know where this path will take me… But I do not feel as troubled as before. It’s… different. Dark Choco Cookie: …Father. Dark Choco Cookie: When I left… he looked like he was in… pain. Dark Choco Cookie: Perhaps… time will mend our wounds… And someday… he’ll forgive me. Dark Choco Cookie: And I forgive him… Dark Choco Cookie: Hmm. Is it normal for my mind to be… riddled with thoughts? I cannot recall what it was like before the voice took over my soul. Dark Choco Cookie: But even the roaming of my thoughts… feels refreshing. I feel… free.

Can’t Hide the Syrup

Custard Cookie III: I can’t believe someone from the Custard family invited me to visit them! I’m SO excited! Custard Cookie III: So this is the Custard Mansion?! It’s huge! They sure are a noble family! Clotted Cream Cookie: Custard Cookie III, you are here! Thank you for traveling all the way here. I am Clotted Cream Cookie. This here is my father, Custard Cookie. Custard Cookie: …Ahem… Custard Cookie III: It’s so nice to meet you all! I’ve never seen anyone in the family other than papa! Custard Cookie: Such disrespect towards the elders of the family… Custard Cookie III: Oooooh, is that the crest of House Custard?! It’s so cool! And noble! Ahem, ahem! Clotted Cream Cookie: Ha ha…

Custard Cookie: Now this is just ridiculous! Even if they didn’t receive any proper education, this is absolutely out of line…! Clotted Cream Cookie: …Father. May I suggest you to refrain from giving any lectures? Surely you did not invite our guest from afar to lecture on etiquette? Custard Cookie III: Who’s this? Is that… grandpapa? Custard Cookie: Just look at him! He’s prancing around like a pony! Tsk! Clotted Cream Cookie: …… Custard Cookie III: Err… grandpapa? Or is it… uncle-grandpapa? How should I address you? Clotted Cream Cookie: Custard Cookie is your great uncle, and since I am his son, you may call me uncle! Custard Cookie III: Okay! So, great-uncle was my grandpapa’s brother, right? What was grandpapa like? Custard Cookie III: I bet he was brave and royal, even as a freshly baked Cookie! He’d never abandon his fellow Cookies, even when things got crusty! Clotted Cream Cookie: We have never had a chance to become acquainted, but I am sure you are correct! He stood strong even in the most turbulent times when the Vanilla Kingdom was under attack. Custard Cookie III: I knew it! Papa told me so!

Custard Cookie III: I heard that even when the kingdom was crumbling apart, the grounds trembling, and flames blazing the place, he kept on shouting, “Don’t fall back! Save every Cookie there is! We cannot fail the King!” Custard Cookie: Hmm… Did he now…? Custard Cookie III: So I’m gonna be a great king someday and look over my faithful subjects? Clotted Cream Cookie: Spoken like a true descendant of the Vanilla Kingdom. Custard Cookie III: Of course! You can cover icing, but you can’t hide syrup! Papa always said that I took after my great grandpapa! Custard Cookie: Tsk. It’s no use imagining what kind of king you’ll become if you never become one! To sit on the throne, one needs power and the means to rule! Custard Cookie: (To find out that the lost successor to the family would be such a half-backed disgrace of a Cookie…!) Clotted Cream Cookie: “You can’t hide syrup…” Clotted Cream Cookie: If you will excuse me… I am afraid I have another place to be. Custard Cookie: Where do you think you are going? Clotted Cream Cookie: Custard Cookie III’s words reminded me of… someone. Clotted Cream Cookie: I will be taking my leave now. Custard Cookie III: Bye, uncle! See you again!

A Heartwarming Gift

Black Raisin Cookie: I see Pure Vanilla Cookie! Everyone, get into positions! Villager Cookie 2: We’re almost there! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Yes, yes. Hmm? What’s this pleasant and sweet smell? Villager Cookie 2: OK, we’re here! Pure Vanilla Cookie: This is… Villager Cookies: Surprise! Have the happiest of holidays, Pure Vanilla Cookie! Black Raisin Cookie: The Villager Cookies prepared a party as a gift! They want to thank you for taking care of everyone for the past year. Villager Cookie 1: Pure Vanilla Cookie, try this foamy raisin juice! I made it myself! Villager Cookie 3: And this raisin bun! I stuffed the raisin dough with a bunch of raisins! Pure Vanilla Cookie: What a heartwarming gift! I’m… I’m overcome with happiness. Thank you. Black Raisin Cookie: We have a long way to go, but I think these memories are something we can hold on to during hardships.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: I’m so lucky to have such good and dependable friends! Thank you, Black Raisin Cookie. Black Raisin Cookie: I-it was nothing! Who’s hungry?! I know I am! The Villager Cookies have been busy the whole morning! ??????: Yoohoo! Anybody home?!

Madeleine Cookie’s First Auntie: Aww, just look at that! Oh, look at THIS! What a quaint and adorable place! Madeleine Cookie’s Second Auntie: Indeed! It’s so warm and peaceful, it’s as if someone compressed the whole Vanilla Kingdom into this store! Madeleine Cookie’s Third Auntie: Oh dear… I hope we didn’t interrupt you all! Villager Cookie 1: No, no! Please come in! Will you be staying at the inn as well? Madeleine Cookie’s First Auntie: Yes, yes! Our nephew said we must stay at this inn when we visit the Vanilla Kingdom! Madeleine Cookie’s Second Auntie: Our boy is so smart! How did dear Madeleine even find this place? Pure Vanilla Cookie: You must be Madeleine Cookie’s aunts. I heard that you were very generous to our delegates when they visited the Republic. Pure Vanilla Cookie: Welcome to the Vanilla Kingdom. Would you like to join us? Madeleine Cookie’s Third Auntie: Oh, would that be alright? Villager Cookie 4: Of course! We have more than enough food to go around! Villager Cookie 5: Please, try the raisin jelly soup! I made it myself! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Did Madeleine Cookie join you in your travels? Madeleine Cookie’s First Auntie: He did! But he said that he was needed elsewhere. Madeleine Cookie’s Third Auntie: I think he said he was going to meet a friend. Black Raisin Cookie: Then let’s dig in before the food gets too cold! Villager Cookie 3: But Strawberry Crepe Cookie hasn’t arrived yet! Villager Cookie 1: I left the invitation next to the Wafflebot Laboratory… Do you think I should’ve given it directly to Strawberry Crepe Cookie?

Family

Carol Cookie: Pinecone Cookie, you look upset. Did you not like my singing? Pinecone Cookie: N-no! It’s just that... Pinecone Cookie: Did I get this right? Pinecone Cookie: So family is someone who baked me or has the same syrup running through their dough…?

Pinecone Cookie: But… I don’t know anyone like that… Carol Cookie: Well, you’re not wrong, but there’s more! Carol Cookie: Remember the Cookies of the Vanilla Kingdom? Carol Cookie: They didn’t know each other when they were first brought into this world… Carol Cookie: Yet, fate brought them together, so they decided to stand by each other no matter what. They’re each other’s family! Carol Cookie: I’m sure you have someone dear to you too. Just how every forest is different, every family looks different. Pinecone Cookie: Someone dear… Carol Cookie: Why don’t I tell you a story of how families brought together by fate spend the holidays?

One Exception for Inefficiency

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Wait, did you pull another all-nighter? Espresso Cookie: Yes, I was in the middle of deciphering an ancient formula… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: So that’s why your exhaustion levels have spiked up from 19% to 56%! Eh, whatever. When are we heading to the Crow’s Nest Inn? Espresso Cookie: Pardon?! Why should we go there?! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: The Villager Cookies have sent an invitation! They say it’s gonna be some kind of “year-end party?” Espresso Cookie: That does not interest me in the slightest. The end of a unit of time has nothing to do with my work. Strawberry Crepe Cookie: But they invited us! Doesn’t it sound curious? Espresso Cookie: Au contraire! I have far more important matters to attend. Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Like what? Lock yourself up in a room and read some old dusty book? Espresso Cookie: I’m thinking of modifying the shoulder junctions of the Wafflebots using this formula that I just deciphered. And I could use your assistance. Strawberry Crepe Cookie: M-me? Really? Uh, why not, I guess?

Madeleine Cookie: Espresso Cookie! Are you here? Espresso Cookie: …I didn’t expect to see you soon. TOO soon. Madeleine Cookie: What an odd way to say you’ve missed me! Madeleine Cookie: My aunts wanted to visit the Vanilla Kingdom, so I thought I’d accompany them! Madeleine Cookie: But what are you two doing here in this dingy lab? Haven’t you seen the streets twinkling in brilliant lights? Strawberry Crepe Cookie: We’re busy fixing Wafflebots! Madeleine Cookie: Oh… I see. I was going to tell you all about my travels over a cup of coffee… Espresso Cookie: …Coffee? Coffee. Right. It has been exactly 1 hour and 45 minutes since my last coffee break. Espresso Cookie: I must go to the Crow’s Nest Inn. Strawberry Crepe Cookie, will you join me? Espresso Cookie: If we discuss the outline of the experiment while drinking coffee, I think we’ll be able to finish the experiment just in time. Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Alright! We’re gonna be just on time for the party! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Oh, wait, wait! Let me go get the gifts I prepared for the Villager Cookies! Madeleine Cookie: Perfect! Then you can listen to my stories while they brew your cup of coffee! Espresso Cookie: …Just while they’re preparing my cup…

New Year’s Eve at the Museum

Eclair Cookie: I’m not sure if I’m comfortable asking for your help in something so trivial…! Surely some other important matter requires your attention…! Tea Knight Cookie: It is nothing. I simply had time to spare. Do not worry. Eclair Cookie: And thank you to both of you for lending a hand as well! Milk Cookie: We’re happy to help! Purple Yam Cookie: So what are we suppose* to do?!

*actual text

Milk Cookie: We’re gonna help Eclair Cookie and clean the museum! Purple Yam Cookie: WHAAT?! You called me for CLEANING?! Eclair Cookie: Towards the end of the year, I go over the entire museum for a thorough cleaning! But the relics we’ve received this year are rather big and heavy…! Eclair Cookie: Thank you very much for your help! Eclair Cookie: Oh, Tea Knight Cookie! You don’t have to lift the heavy relics. If you could just dust this area here… Tea Knight Cookie: If there’s anything that needs heavy lifting, then I too, shall help. Let us get this over with and have cup* of tea.

*actual text

Eclair Cookie: Oh, Sir Tea Knight Cookie…! So heroic as always…! Eclair Cookie: Then shall we get start* with the Hall of Magic?

*actual text

Milk Cookie: Sounds great! Purple Yam Cookie: Grrr… CLEANING. UP?! This is so boring, it’s making me MAD!! Eclair Cookie: Purple Yam Cookie, please don’t break the relics… Tea Knight Cookie: Let’s start with the bigger pieces. Milk Cookie, could you move the Giant Grimoire first? Tea Knight Cookie: If it’s too heavy, I can go get Purple Yam Cookie- Milk Cookie: Here we go! Tea Knight Cookie: Never mind. Tea Knight Cookie: Eclair Cookie, start moving the delicate and small relics. Tea Knight Cookie: Purple Yam Cookie, once Eclair Cookie moves all those relics, you may twirl like the whirlwind with this duster. Purple Yam Cookie: Huh? YEAH! DUSTER WHIRLWIND! Eclair Cookie: Wait, Purple Yam Cookie! UNTIL I get the relics all safe and sound! WAAAAIT!! Purple Yam Cookie: WA HA HA HA HA!! Tea Knight Cookie: This is gonna take a while…

Celebration in the Dark

Poison Mushroom Cookie: Huuuh... Is everyone ready? Licorice Cookie: I’m a very busy Cookie! Cut to the chase! Red Velvet Cookie: I can’t leave the Cake Tower unattended for long. Let’s get on with it. Pomegranate Cookie: I’m sure you’re well aware of Dark Choco Cookie’s despicable betrayal. Pomegranate Cookie: Which is why it is imperative for us to remember why we’re all here. Poison Mushroom Cookie: Yeah, because we’re all friends! Pomegranate Cookie: Nonsense. Now, let us show our undying loyalty to Dark Enchantress Cookie… Pomegranate Cookie: By exchanging tokens of our gratitude towards Dark Enchantress Cookie.

Licorice Cookie: Long story short, you wanna do a gift exchange. Bat-Cat: Meowever! I like presents! Let me open one! Schwarzwälder: I can’t wait! One… Poison Mushroom Cookie: Two… Pomegranate Cookie: Three…! Licorice Cookie: *cough cough* Poison Mushroom Cookie…! This again…?! Affogato Cookie: Ha ha ha! A poison mushroom! How… fortunate of you. Poison Mushroom Cookie: Affogato Cookie, have a shroomie! Actually, have three of ‘em! Affogato Cookie: N-no thanks, I’m perfectly fine! Don’t come near me! Poison Mushroom Cookie: Where are you going?! Have a shroooooomie! Schwarzwälder: WA HA HA! Avoided the mushrooms! Phew! So what did I get…! Schwarzwälder: …A butter cream bone treat…? Red Velvet Cookie: They’re the favorite snack of the Cake Hounds. Didn’t you say you like them too? Schwarzwälder: That was YEARS ago!! These are for freshly baked desserts!! Pomegranate Cookie: That means I have… Licorice Cookie’s… doll… Licorice Cookie: You’re WELCOME! That one contains a curse that’ll last ONE HUNDRED YEARS! Outdid myself, as always Pomegranate Cookie: Every one of these… things… are not related to Dark Enchantress Cookie whatsoever. Pomegranate Cookie: How are you going to serve her and her grand cause with such… audacity…?

Kingdom Full of Laughter

GingerBrave: Whoah, it’s snowing! And look at those colorful decorations! So pretty! Wizard Cookie: The streets smell sweeter than usual, don’t you think? Strawberry Cookie: Just looking at them makes my heart flutter…! Chili Pepper Cookie: Ugh, I grabbed a bunch of shiny stuff… Only to find out they were lights! GingerBrave: When do you think our guests are gonna arrive to our holiday party? ???: We’re here!

Pancake Cookie: Party time! P! A! R! T! Y! Acorn Jelly PARTY TIME! Snow Sugar Cookie: I… brought some Snow Sugar Jellies for everyone…! Vampire Cookie: Where’s the grape juice? Ooh, perfect. Let me just have one sip first… Mmm! This party is gonna be great! Sparkling Cookie: Ha ha, it’s been a while since we’ve had such a busy party! Clover Cookie: I’ve prepared a special song just for today! GingerBrave: Wow, so many of you came! GingerBrave: He he, with everyone around, I can’t help but look back at this whole year… Wizard Cookie: So many adventures… Strawberry Cookie: I wonder what everyone is up to right now? Clover Cookie: Then it looks like I have invited the perfect Cookie! Her songs will shine us a light! Not to mention that she’s a joy to sing with…!

Carol Cookie: Hello, everyone! GingerBrave: Carol Cookie! Welcome, welcome! Carol Cookie: Thank you! It’s such a beautiful kingdom! And thank you for inviting me, Clover Cookie. Clover Cookie:: You see, Carol Cookie and I have prepared a special duet for the party. Clover Cookie: It’s a story of the Cookies spending a warm holidays* with their loved ones.

*actual text

Clover Cookie: But first, why don’t we take a look at Macaron Cookie’s parade? Macaron Cookie: Oh boy! I sure have a fun parade planned! Macaron Cookie: It’ll go perfectly well with fireworks!

Macaron Cookie: Now, dear Macaron Animals! Follow my step! One, and a-two…! Cherry Cookie: Leave the fireworks to me! BOOM! BA-BOOM! Snow Sugar Cookie: Cherry Cookie, wait! Pancake Cookie: Wheeeee! Holiday parties are the best! Macaron Cookie: Louder! A-one, a-two…! Carol Cookie: What a beautiful night!

Brought Together by Fate

Pinecone Cookie: Brought together by fate… Tall Evergreen Tree: *Rustle… rustle…* Pinecone Cookie: Be quiet! I’m trying to think… Thick Oak Tree: *Creak… Creeeeaak* Birds on a Tree: *HOOT HOOT* *Chirp! Chirp!* Small Animal Friends: *Squeakity squeak squeak! Purr…* Pinecone Cookie: What? Of course, I love the forest and all the trees the most! Pinecone Cookie: …?! OH! Pinecone Cookie: I think I understand! Pinecone Cookie: I was never alone!

Pinecone Cookie: Do you like the scarf I got you? Is it warm enough? Lush Evergreen Tree: *Rustle rustle!* Small Animal Friends: *Purr… SQUEAK!* Pinecone Cookie: I’m glad that you like it! Pinecone Cookie: Did you know? You’re supposed to spend the holidays with those dear to you all nice and bundled up. Pinecone Cookie: Which is why I’m spending it with you! Because you’re all my family!

A Year-End Wish

Young Snowfall Villager: Wow, look at it go! Snowfall Villager: It looks like you’re getting your wish next year, ha ha! Young Snowfall Villager: Yay! I wished for another warm and happy year for our family! He he! Snowfall Villager: Ha ha, how kind of you! I’m sure we’ll have an extra warm and happy next year.

Cotton Cookie: Hello there. Young Snowfall Villager: Cotton Cookie! Cotton Cookie: Ha ha. I thought I’d fly a wish as well. Cotton Cookie: *cough cough* Snowfall Villager: Has your cough gotten worse? The winds are chilly today… Will you be okay? Cotton Cookie: Oh, I’ll be just fine. I’ve just grown a bit stale, that’s all. Nothing too dramatic! Cotton Cookie: It’s just that I have a wish I want to send before I get… too stale. Young Snowfall Villager: What do you wish for, Cotton Cookie? Cotton Cookie: My wish is to meet my dear old friend once again. It’s been a while, you see. Young Snowfall Villager: Ooh, I hope your wish comes true, Cotton Cookie! I’ll help you fly your wish! Cotton Cookie: Why, thank you! Young Snowfall Villager: One… two… three! Whee! Cotton Cookie: May it fly far and high, far enough that it reaches him… Young Snowfall Villager: A… ACHOO! It’s so cold all of the sudden! Snowfall Villager: Better head down! Can’t go catching a cold… Cotton Cookie, will you be joining us? Cotton Cookie: You sweetlings go ahead. I will sit here for a bit. Snowfall Villager: Alright. Don’t stay too late! Be careful. Cotton Cookie: Another snowy winter… But warm and soft. Cotton Cookie: I wonder where he went this time… Wind: *Whoosh* Cotton Cookie: ……Hmm? Cotton Cookie: Is it really you…? Cotton Cookie: Has my wish already come true? Cotton Cookie: What story have you brought me this time? He he… Old Friend: …… Sherbert Cookie: I’m back, Cotton Cookie!

[tazzykiki]

4, 6, 9. and 10. For the ask game! :)

Which tf character is your favorite in terms of personality?

Well obviously there's my man Store Bought Ice Cream. He varies so much across every continuity and yet I love each and every one of them. From devious scheming gremlin to noble warrior who needs a hug to fucked up guy who commits various atrocities. The bot's got range! He is such star much screaming <3

Bayverse Crosshairs is also fun. While I do like bayverse to an extent, it is a very immense compliment to say a character has a definitive personality in that universe lmaoo. But yeah Crosshairs there is so fun, I love his morally dubious nature and constantly having to be kept an eye on. Not to mention he's just an overall badass. Him, Hound, and Drift almost tricked me into rewatching TLK ahjsdk

Beast Wars and Armada Megatron are also very very fun! Yesss, their suaveness is so funny and I love how simultaneously badass and hilarious they can be. Beast Wars Megan is so dramatic, I'm still losing it over him wearing a wholeass judge wig just to decide if he should kill a traitor or not ahsjdkfg.

Armada Megan is also incredibly fun and is actually my favorite meg so far. He's got THE BEST design of all the megans and this weird complexity you wouldnt expect from first glances. The fact he was legit sad not only after Optimus died but also after Starscream died as well??? The fact he treats his men with some bits of respect and is so weirdly chill?? The fact he rightfully called Thrust a Squid-Head??? I love beetle megs <3

Speed Round:

Love Dinobot's scrunkliness, drama, and casual cannibalism.

Rattrap's rude ass who invented curse words.

Love Nightshade's entire theatrical vibe and elegant nobleness, can't wait to see more of them!

Rescue Bots Blades is a mood and also incredibly funny.

Chase is pretty much just Zane from Ninjago agshdjfkg, just with less dying and genocide.

Doc Greene is the sweetest dad and we need more of him in the world <3.

TFP Arcee is a badass whose growth throughout the show from loner, to angry vengeance lady, to chilled out mentor is so good.

Black Arachnia in every continuity I've seen because holy shit is she an amazingly complex character who I absolutely want to see more of.

Alexis Thi Dang is a badass who not only befriended DepressionScream, but also talked shit to both Galvatron and Unicron and came out on top.

and uh a bunch more there's like a million of these guys!

Which tf character do you relate to the most?

Fred from Armada because I too love food and will happily bring along supplies to make pancakes when running away with a group of my dearest friends who would never abandon me and the 3 parts of War Crime Gun From Space.

Which tf character do you think you’d get along with really well?

TFP Ratchet because I'm pretty quiet and keep to myself.

The Malto kids because I am their aunt now and I love them. Ice cream for everyone!

I think I could vibe with like every Optimus, he is my dad after all.

Fred from Armada, I would never abandon him and we could make food together for THOSE UNGRATEFUL MFERS WHO DONT APPRECIATE GOOD CUISINE.

Cyberverse Cheetor and I would just make random noises together for like an hour.

Which tf character do you think you’d get along with really badly?

I know Silverbolt gets better and chills out by the last half of the season and onwards(tho I havent watched Beast Machines yet), but I would have drowned that mfer in Respect Women Juice istg!!!

The moment I set eyes on Silas I send out my psychic death beams <3

I feel like there's like one or two more but I can't think of any

[thefluxqueen]

HIIII :) here to ask about the abyss tell me about it please please please love this sort of thing :3

HAIIII welcome :) to preface this im normal i swear. anyway The Abyss is what i like ta call my Horrible Horrible Maze, i made it w/ the goal of making the worst possible experience in minecraft to torment my friends ^_^

I enjoy putting people in situations and studying them :D 

On that note! everyone who runs the abyss (24 people at current count) I time and write a couple notes on them! the abyss is honestly half maze half personality test LMAO. at current moment the quickest time goes to @ghostpajamas with a baffling 03:24 (wild that he got out so quick, i win tho cause i haunt his dreams), and longest goes to the beloved @rendogdomesticated with 1:35:54 <3 special shout out ta my dearest @theoctagon tho wolff ur insane i love u. guy goes inta the abyss for fun and has like 10 pages and counting of insane person phsyical notes tryna map it out (hes reported that hes gone through the first one 60 times and the 2nd one 5 jesus chriiiistttt). the abyss is fond of Pilot :) also if wolff is the favourite than @potionofinstantdamage is the Least favourite, rude ass set the place on fire when he got stuck in there :( oof ouchie

Highlights from my notes include @quack-city running backwards and upon me asking Why, simply replied “what if there’s slenderman :(‘ ... cant argue w/ that! he also hadda stop mid run so we decided its funnier if he’s just stuck in there forever. @newtbeetle was in there for like an hour and would NOT shut up about Paul Dano the whole time which was a time (love u beebs. ur isnane). my two test runners are @kishdoodles and @officialgleamstar and they had about the same time but like Opposite reactions it was very funny, kish treated it like they were a streamer n kept a like constant chatter, and travvy was like DEAD silent the whole time n Intensely focused akjewkjr tbh outta all 24 runners trav’s been prob the most like, methotical bout it? LIKE I SAID personality test. i Love studying people. 

In regards to its origins I came up w/ the idea back in like feb/march ish of this year and from start to finish it took me like 2 weeks ish i was on the Grind. u dont understnad how much black concrete this thing took. hell on earth,,, darkwoods has an economy/shopping district and i bought out like All the sand/gravel available akjwekjr the rest i hadda gather myself n God gravel sucks. also ive killed So Many Squids. the 2nd abyss was much easier ta gather supplies for cause i could ask for help w/ supplies n i kept the first one a Complete secret minus my test runners (i hadda bitch at SOMEONE while makin it or i wouldve died i think. speakin of the first abyss has a death count of 13 and the 2nd one has like, 5 or somefin? rlly shouldve writen that down akjwerjk those are Entirely me dying in the process of buildin them btw. its not a true Spain Build unless its mildly dangerous <3) The 2nd one also made me learn redstone, notably i specifically studied Tango’s decked out process vids from s7, tho i really only stole like two aspects of it n i couldnt even get one ta work properly LMAO

The second abyss took me like, wayy longer ta make, bout two months ish (i finished it like mid july). not necessarily in actual like, time spent building but cause in the process of makin it i had Two month long events i was in (Voiceteam in may and Art fight in july) so that distracted me a bit wkwnekeneie Im a bit more secretive bout the second abyss in general since not That many people have actually ran it compared ta the first n theres actually like, Things that can be spoiled in there <3 i like seein peep’s initial reactions its much more satisfying.

This didnt happen w/ everyone but i think a like, Core part of running the abyss is getting emotionally attached ta weird things. i wouldve said just torches until a few days ago when Tac (onea the rat server mods) ran it and claimed the stack of pumpkin pies i gave her as family. But Prior Ta That several people have had very intense emotions bout the redstone torches, whether love or hate or both, key example ft dog: 

Also not everyone ive mentioned on this post is in darkwoods! ive got a server i world editted the abyss inta so non-server members can run it for fun and profit (more data for me) :) on that note ive been slowly infecting the rat gang server cause my friend’s in there alot n another friend of mine’s a mod so peeps in there’ve been runnin it lately :) shout out ta TalonMC for lettin me subject him ta the Horrors literally our first conversation, onea my more fun first impressions i’d say

In regards to lore the abyss is a parasitic entity that infects anyone who gets stuck in there n slowly compells them ta go build their own lmao. note that ive only called the second abyss the Second one and not Abyss 2, because its technically just The Abyss as well cause theres many of them i just made it second wowjdkenejd (a real example of this is Wolff gettin obsessed w/ the abyss n then goin n buildin his own build called the Tower :) very excited bout that) The Abyss has a weird like fucked up warlock bond w/ my goddess oc The Overseer :D Her design’s vaugely based off my irl friend @hotcollectionoftubs cause her creation The Hole on a creative world her n some other friends of mine are on was onea the main insperations for certain aspects of the abyss’ lore :D mainly the teal in the colour palette and the whole ‘the [hole/abyss] provides’ thing. 

(my reference images for her and 3rd pic's art i commissioned from the Lovely @opuntie):

my darkwoods chara, Snake, is a whole nother bag entirely (basic gist is they’re a dimension traveler not by choice and darkwoods is the 3rd world theyve been in, their deal’s worth a whole post of its own lmao) i built the first abyss entirely unrelated ta my chara just as like, fun weird build ta torment my friends w/o yaknow? but then as i was buildin the 2nd one i was like hmmmmmm. alotta things could make sense if i made this one built by Snake. so their retirement arc on darkwoods turned inta even MORE trauma! wahoo! poor guy deserves a break,,, (he will not be getting one). 

(pre abyss + post abyss. i gotta properly draw pre-darkwoods Snake at some point but this dudes changed Alot ill say that lmao. both crops from bigger pieces on my art blog @fluxydrawings)

Anyway thats basically it! ive got more details and things locked in my brain ill probably remember in like 2 days after postin this so theres a chance ill reblog this w/ extra shit later lmao, sides that tho the abyss is my babygirl n thank yall for showin interest ^_^

Memes n shit to end us off:

[eluxcastar]

Splatoon headcanons.

FEATURES: makoto narumi, guren ichinose, shinya hīragi, sayuri hanayori, shigure yukimi

CW: none they're no less literally squids than they were last time

WC: 540

NOTES: My dearest friend Father Wonderbread Xio who has no idea who any of these people are has asked for more, and so I deliver 👍

part one | part two

makoto narumi

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Picked it up to play with his friends, probably plays a LOT of Salmon Run because of this 💀

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Otherwise a Kensa Rapid Blaster main, barely uses ink bombs and runs around with his special fully charged 😭

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Does not own Octo Expansion and only sometimes plays the story to pass the time, otherwise he's a very casual player mostly Turf Wars and maybe ranked if Clam Blitz is on

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Low ranking, both in level and ranked, likely does not qualify for league (；へ：)

guren ichinose

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Uses the bucket just to shit on people sometimes but is probably a charged weapon main, something like the Splatling Deco

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Has never touched Salmon Run a day in his life and effective exclusively plays leagues on his own, except for when Yū bothers him enough to play that he decides to beat him with the bucket (it's Yū he's people)

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Plays with friends sometimes, but like usually only if they ask he doesn't exactly bother them to play. Plays with Shinya most tho

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He tried the brush once and couldn't figure out how to use it until half way through the match 💀 non-tutorial reader

shinya hīragi

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Another sniper main, Bamboozler 14 Mk I maybe? (gosh the name is stupid 😭) I say one instead of two because he seems like a tenta missile kinda person even though two has a lower special charge

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Plays with friends a lot taught Yoichi how to play and likes to target Guren (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) no one is safe

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Lore player, also plays Salmon Run a lot because it's fun to him, a bit of everything really, and he's better at some things than others, he's probably played several of the Splatoon games actually

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Played Octo Expansion to death and had lots of fun with all the different weapons in the story mode

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Genuinely likes using umbrellas

sayuri hanayori

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Another pacifist, Octobrush main, doesn't use her autobombs but always immediately uses her special

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Played through most of the story but maybe didn't finish it all (ﾉ´∀｀*)

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Trying to get into league and is doing alright, the master of Tower Control but can't figure out wtf is going on in Clam Blitz (me neither Sayuri)

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Can usually get 800 - 1000 on Turf Wars with not that many kills and is great at not dying 💀 she probably runs away from she sees someone else approaching to go ink a different area

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Owns Octo Expansion but has yet to play it (_ _;) says she's going to finish the story first

shigure yukimi

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Splattershot main, kills on sight peace was never an option (╥╯^╰╥)

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Only plays Salmon Run with Sayuri and Mito not really on her own with strangers, she's just not really interested in it as much as ranked games

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Plays a lot of Tower Control and Clam Blitz, plays league sometimes too, Turf Wars is an on again off again thing for her sometimes she's interested sometimes she's not

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Sayuri may have talked her into Octo Expansion, or at least playing a little bit of story, she played a few rounds but I don't think she really read much of it, it was mostly to try out the weapons

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Always tries her weapons before buying them so that she only owns weapons she likes

[gumnut-logic]

Wire (Bit 10)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4 | Bit 5 | Bit 6 | Bit 7 | Bit 8 | Bit 9 | Bit 10

In the car and in bed this time :D

Also, many thanks to @janetm74 @scribbles97 and @tsarinatorment for reading through this bit, the last bit and all sorts of other bits along the way :D

And many thanks to Thunderfam who are supporting this attempt to coerce my muses into writing again. You guys feed my pen so wonderfully ::massive group hug::

A touch of Pen and Ink in this bit.

-o-o-o-

Gordon stared at the holoprojecter as the subtitles announced that Virgil Tracy, pilot of Thunderbird Two, was critically injured and in hospital.

Various shots of his brother appeared, mostly his typically heroic, saving self, but it was the sight of Virgil at a children’s centre, crouching down to show a four-year-old how to draw Thunderbird Three that tore at Gordon’s heart.

His holographic brother smiled as the small child bounced at the red rocket appearing on the page.

He had his own memories just like that. Except the subjects were fish and squid and Virgil had been so much younger, less scarred, but still so much his gentle and kind brother.

Gordon refused to look back at the bed he was leaning on in that moment. Keep the illusion that his brother was animated, safe and himself.

As the story flicked over, Gordon physically flinched as the asshole politician from yesterday appeared snarling in the holoprojection. The lack of sound did nothing to hide his abusive arrogance.

The projection flicked again, this time bringing up his eldest brother, dressed impeccably in his business suit. His blue eyes haunted. Gordon could see the pain in their shadows. Scott was downstairs in front of this same hospital giving a press conference regarding the incident.

Despite the hurt and lack of sleep, Scott’s words were firm and cutting as he shredded the curse of a man on live broadcast. Both John and Eos had done a number on that nameless politician - Gordon refused to give him the courtesy of a name. Eos, in particular, had called in Penelope. The AI may not have any fondness for Gordon, but she certainly had admiration for Penelope.

Maybe it was shared lethality, because once his girlfriend was involved...John may be nasty, but Penny was vicious.

And Virgil was a loved one.

As if reading his thoughts, the ‘projector switched again to scenes of Virgil doing good. It even included an excerpt of a very brief interview with his engineer brother after a fairground rescue a couple of years ago. Virgil had been painting when the callout came and the streak of blue on his cheek was still hilarious as he typically told all children to brush their teeth after eating cotton candy.

This time it brought tears to Gordon’s eyes. Virgil hated the dentist.

Don’t forget to brush your teeth.

Gordon ran a hand over his face, tears smearing messily everywhere.

“Dearest...” And suddenly Penny was there, hand in his hair, an arm around his shoulders, perfect pink nails resting on his shirt. She drew him close, and while the gallant at the back of his head demanded he bottle it up, his honesty had him clinging to her.

He blinked at the blur of pink suit. “Penny...” Her name said everything he needed to express.

“You saved him. He has a chance and he’s strong, Gordon. Just like you.”

He closed his eyes and breathed in her perfume.

Gordon loved all his brothers. They were precious in each of their ways. Scott, the father figure who would do anything for any of them, include take on Gordon at his worst. The arguments were legendary...as were the quiet moments of shared military reminiscence and solidarity.

John was quiet, precise and devoted. No one touched a Tracy without feeling the wrath of Thunderbird Five. The current example exemplary.

And so many nights of helping Gordon through his math homework.

Alan was his best friend, his partner in both heroics and crime. His only little brother, his responsibility in making sure he didn’t grow up too serious.

And Virgil...

Virgil was always there. Less the father figure of their determined eldest brother, softer, calmer, just as loving and...there.

All his brothers had made him into who he was, but Virgil was always there, holding him up as he stumbled on those blasted parallel bars; watching from the bleachers at the pool, sketchbook in hand; hovering above the ocean in his beloved Thunderbird keeping an eye on Gordon as he swooped below the waves.

Almost all of his earliest memories involved Virgil in some way. His quiet presence, always there.

Except now.

Because not even Scott’s determined gutting of that asshole on live projection, not even Penny’s lovely perfume and the absolutely gorgeous pink of her blouse...could hide the fact that the man on the bed...his brother...

...was not there.

-o-o-o-

Next

[fistsoflightning]

she ain’t heavy

fluffuary day 13: night out

yes this is an AU. set post-6.0 MSQ, so endwalker spoilers ahead!

Though the days were sweltering and the nights terribly humid, Minfilia was already rather fond of Radz-at-Han despite only arriving three nights prior. The pure vibrancy that was suffused in the city walls seemed to bleed into her citizens, already overflowing with the joy of surviving the Final Days, the excitement of new discoveries for the alchemists of the High Crucible to pick at, and the relief of trade picking up once more now that Thavnair was rid of Fandaniel’s tower.

It was not so dissimilar to the Crystarium following the return of the night, the life of this city she sat in, idly turning over the amra in her hands as she looked up at the stars above Alzadaal’s Path. The century she had spent in that limbo between living and dreaming had erased the stars of the Source from memory, the space since dedicated to charting those of the First instead—but she had time to relearn them, now.

Given a second chance by none other than they who I offered one to in the first place, Minfilia thought, and looked over to find Zaya resting their head on her shoulder, head tilted to keep their horn from pressing too harshly into her skin. 

“I believe talking with Estinien is making you age, my friend,” Minfilia joked, pressing her fingertip to Zaya’s roots where jet black faded out to white; she supposed there was very little time to retouch one’s hair dye when the world threatened to end in the blink of an eye. “Has Tataru asked you to chaperone his trips to the market again?”

Zaya groaned and reached up to try and hide the worst of it with their hairband. Minfilia hid her amusement behind her hand, adjusting the blue ribbon when they had finished their blind attempt at guising the evidence of their hard-won battle with the Light, and waited as Zaya raised their hands before them.

“Vrtra should not feed him,” they signed grumpily, opening their eyes to peer up at her with their mismatched gaze as if to make sure she was following; Eorzean sign, thankfully, was not among the things her time away had faded. “Almost spent all his gil on squid.”

She’d heard of his fondness for surume in Krile and Tataru’s letters, and when she had passed him in Mehryde’s Meyhane on stumbling feet earlier he’d been snacking on some, but the way Zaya said it made the former Azure Dragoon almost sound like—

“Oh dear,” Minfilia said, trying her best to hide her smirk. “His financial skill reminds me quite strongly of yours.”

Somehow, Zaya made an exasperated noise that sounded more draconic in nature than what Minfilia imagined someone with weaker vocal chords could manage. “‘s been years,” her dearest friend grumbled, sitting up properly to level a flat (yet slightly amused!) glare at her. “This ‘s jus’ as bad as Raha ‘n Thancred bringing up m’ writing.”

Minfilia sighed, reaching out to place the uneaten amra in Zaya’s hands instead. “Forgive G’raha Tia and I our reminiscence,” she said, folding their hands over the fruit. The feeling of the scales covering the back of their hands was dulled beneath her fingertips, but Minfilia remembered the texture well enough. “The intervening years since between the you of the past and the you of now are yet difficult to reconcile, I suppose.”

She hadn’t any proper excuse for Thancred, who had ever been just a few steps away from Zaya’s side, but then again Zaya seemed willing to overlook Thancred’s gentle teasing so long as he was willing to endure their affectionate nature.

Zaya shook their head, and lifted their hands away from hers as they bit into the sweet fruit. “‘s fine,” they said, hand raised to cover their mouth. Unwilling to linger on the details of her time spent away from all but Hydaelyn Herself, the moment Zaya swallowed they asked, “Were y’u looking at th’ stars?”

“I was,” Minfilia said, and looked back up at the stars once more. “How wondrous, that the same skies and stars we gazed upon before the world asked much and more of us would be the stage of the Scions’ grandest adventure.”

She had only gleaned the broadest strokes of their adventure before Zaya swept her up in the business of returning to the Source, but she was aware of the lengths they had gone to save their star in the end. Diving into the aetherial sea for Hydaelyn’s guidance, besting her in combat and taking a Sharlayan starship off to the edge of the universe in search of a bird lost to despair… it sounded like a tall tale. Full of oddities and impossibilities, woven into something grander than even the Warrior of Light.

(But wasn’t she, too, here because of another impossibility turned upon its head?)

Zaya moved to stand in front of her and held their hand out like they did in that space between adventure and rest, asking without words if Minfilia was truly satisfied with her lot being to die after suffering so much for another’s sake.

The question, this time, was far more lighthearted: “D’you wanna look at th’ stars? Like before?”

Minfilia smiled, and took Zaya’s hand as she moved to stand with them. “Stargazing sounds—”

It was near immediate, the way her legs buckled as she rose from the fountain’s edge and put her weight on them. She was only saved from meeting the patterned stone beneath her by Zaya’s quick reflexes, the sweet amra forgotten in favor of looping their arms around her and tugging her upwards until Minfilia could coax her jaw to work again.

“Forgive me,” she said quietly, and frowned when her strength failed to return. “Though the body Vrtra’s alchemists have gifted me is nothing short of miraculous, I fear I still face a few issues on my part.”

It had been the same this morning, and the morning before, when she rose with the sun to prepare for a day of poking and prodding at the hands of the High Crucible’s alchemists; heavy limbs and failing strength, locked joints and stuttering words. A work in progress, my friend, Nidhana has assured her, lifting Minfilia up from the floor with sturdy hands when she failed to appear at the High Crucible in time for her appointment. Our satrap, his eye lent much of Varshahn’s mobility—and he required much less functionality, at that! Your soul is strong, but it will take time before you are as you were once. This body is yours, but it is you who must recognize it, not I.

No longer was she out of time—had an abundance of it, even—but the sting remained each time she stumbled and stuttered. Ever a burden resting on another’s shoulders, whether it be on the First or back home.

Zaya only made a small noise of acknowledgement as Minfilia gritted her teeth and forced her feet back beneath her, not even a flicker of pain radiating from them from the weight of her taller frame; the second she had steadied herself, however, saw Zaya turning around and practically sweeping Minfilia back off her feet, onto their back. It wasn’t quite surprising—Zaya had a habit of carrying around the Scions from back then, when most were too stubborn to admit weakness—but the difference between her stature and Zaya’s was enough to startle a strained grunt out of them.

Minfilia looped her arms around Zaya’s neck to balance her weight and prevent the both of them from toppling over. “Zaya, your injuries—”

“All healed.” Their nose scrunched up as they jostled Minfilia to readjust their grip, leaning forwards slightly as they turned their head. “Wouldn’ be here if not.”

“Just because they are healed does not mean you can freely strain yourself,” Minfilia griped, despite knowing full well that Zaya’s mind was not likely to change after all these years. “Just—I can stand, Zaya, I promise you.”

“We gotta jump ‘round t’ get on th’ roof,” Zaya said, flashing a toothy grin over their shoulder, moonlight catching on both the crystal in the horn and the points of their teeth before they took on a more serious expression. “And you’re not heavy.”

They both knew that was far from the truth—her construct body was heavier than even a Highlander of her size would be, according to the alchemists, and Zaya knew their own strength and its limits—but looking back at Zaya’s face had Minfilia pausing in her resistance with a sudden thought.

“If you’re certain,” she said, jaw stiff for reasons other than her newly made body, and clasped her hand around her other wrist to keep herself from falling. “I only beg that you refrain from straining yourself.”

“Not heavy,” Zaya repeated, and walked towards the crates on the other side of the plaza with Minfilia on their back.

[hachichimitsu2]

ABOUT ME

Hachi ✨ 20 ✨ She/Her ✨ 🇵🇭 ✨ INFJ 6w5

Hello, I’m Hachi! I'm a full-time freelance illustrator on Fiverr, and I hopefully plan to branch out in other artistic areas in my life! Expect me to dump all of my artistic interests over here : #hachichiart

I also have a children’s picture e-book that I self-published on Amazon. I made it as a requirement for my high school thesis, so while the art there is definitely a representation of my past, I still stand by the message I was trying to send. I hope to eventually branch out this series in a form of a webcomic of sorts, for people who can’t afford to purchase my e-book for financial reasons. These characters are extremely dear to me, and I can’t wait to expound on them when I have the time lmao. Here’s a tag regarding the series: #behindtheartistichand

Some note-worthy things to mention, this blog is generally 15+, but I do make sure to tag any NSFW content and general triggers out there. I often post and retweet adult animation, so I’d say tread carefully if you’re a minor. I’m also critical with the media I consume, but most of the time, I like to talk about why I like something rather than why I hate it. I just find it more fun to expound on the positives of my favorite things. I also don’t take everything seriously.

Please let me know privately if I did or say anything wrong. Sometimes I say things without meaning to, and I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you take offense with anything I posted, just send a polite DM and explain why it offended you so I can be educated regarding the subject. I’m also available for any questions, DMs and a genuine chit-chat.

MAIN INTERESTS

1. Character-Driven Storytelling

2. Adult Cartoons

3. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows

4. Pastel Goth / Creepy Cute Fashion

5. Coming-of-Age Stories

6. Magical Girls

7. Psychological Horror

8. Well-Written Children’s Media

9. RPG Maker Horror Games

10. Video Essays & Film Studies

11. Speed Metal / Vaporwave / Shibuya-Kei

12. K-POP / J-POP Girl Groups (Serotonin Babey!)

13. 4LT (MBTI), Typology, Cognitive Functions

14. All Types of Artistic Endeavors (OCs, FanArt, Comics, Film, Music, Fanfiction, etc.)

TOP 5 ANIME SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. K-ON!!

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Neon Genesis Evangelion

4. Ojamajo Doremi

5. Ouran Highschool Host Club.

TOP 5 CARTOON SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. South Park

2. Bojack Horseman

3. Moral Orel

4. Ed, Edd n Eddy

5. Infinity Train

FAVORITE MOVIES

1. Interstellar (Favorite Sci-Fi Movie of All Time)

2. Nacho Libre (Favorite Guilty Pleasure Movie)

3. Johnny Got His Gun (Scariest movie of all time due to the sheer existential dread)

4. Studio Ghibli Films (Particularly Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro & Grave of the Fireflies)

5. Perfect Blue (Favorite Anime Movie)

6. One Cut of the Dead (It’s hard to recommend this movie without spoiling it, but it’s an absolute must that you finish it in its entirety before you proceed to make any further judgments)

7. Coraline (I know almost everyone loves Coraline at this point, but it’s genuinely good.)

8. Interview with the Vampire (Favorite Vampire movie of all time that doesn’t seem overdone or cliché. It’s also really gay)

9. Get Out (2017)

10. Us (2019)

11. Up (2009)

12. Toy Story (Movies 1 to 3)

13. Hereditary (2018)

14. The Shining (1980)

15. Audition (1999)

16. Misery (1990)

17. The Green Mile (1999)

18. Shawshank Redemption (1994)

19. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

20. Mommie Dearest (1981)

21. The Others (2001)

22. The Platform (2020)

23. The Lodge (2019)

OTHERS

1. Homestuck (It’s been a good while since I read Homestuck, so my memory of the general storyline is fuzzy. I’ll re-read it once I have the chance)

2. When They Cry (Currently up-to date with the Higurashi anime and watched the live-action movies. Finally started to tackle the sound novels. Have yet to encounter Umineko and Ciconia)

3. Age of Youth (Favorite K-drama of all time.)

4. Squid Game (Battle Royale-type thriller series that tackles capitalism and the illusion of choice and free will? Sign me the fuck up)

5. Majisuka Gakuen (Favorite J-drama of all time. Also, yes, I’m biased because of my love for AKB48.)

6. Flight of the Conchords (Favorite live-action series of all time.)

7. Adult Cartoons (The Boondocks, Camp Camp, Superjail, The Oblongs, Bob’s Burgers, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies, Beavis & Butthead, Daria, Smiling Friends, Aggretsuko)

8. FilmCow (I absolutely love everything they put out. Currently up to date with VuloLives’s broadcasts)

9. The Eric Andre Show (A good friend recommended me this show, and I haven’t stopped since.)

10. Nathan for You (My humor condensed into one show)

11. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows (Sweetness & Lightning, The Amazing World of Gumball, Spongebob Squarepants, Gakkou Gurashi, Lucky Star, Gakuen Utopia Manabi Straight, Koufuku Graffiti, Hidamari Sketch, Pita-Ten, A Little Snow Fairy Sugar, Di Gi Charat, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Yama no Susume, Shirobako, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Saint Young Men, Gunslinger Girl, Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou, Osomatsu-san, Hey Arnold, The Peanuts, Arthur, Hibike! Euphonium, Nichijou, Asobi Asobase, Azumanga Daioh, Codename: Kids Next Door, Chowder)

12. Idol Anime (Love Live! School Idol Project, Aikatsu, Revue Starlight, Full Moon wo Sagashite, Pretty Rhythm, AKB600SEC // Will get into IDOLMASTER eventually)

13. Undertale (Will pick up Earthbound and Omori eventually)

14. RPGMaker Horror Games (Mad Father, Misao, The Witch’s House, Ao Oni, etc. Hoping to get into newer released games!)

15. Fictional Children / Adolescents Getting Trapped in Dangerous Scenarios (Digimon Tamers, Made in Abyss, The Promised Neverland, Alice Academy, Code Lyoko, The World Ends with You, Total Drama Island, Danganronpa)

16. Weird, Experimental or Slightly Disturbing Series (Serial Experiments Lain, Kuchuu Buranko, Invader Zim, Flapjack, Salad Fingers)

17. Shounen Anime (Yu Yu Hakusho, Mob Psycho 100, Dragon Ball Z)

18. Magical Girl Anime (Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mermaid Melody, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, RWBY, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, My Little Pony, Princess Tutu, Powerpuff Girls, My Life As A Teenage Robot, Bee and Puppycat, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Steven Universe // Will pick up She-Ra & The Owl House Eventually)

19. The Haunting of Hill House / Bly Manor (Don’t let the jump-scares deceive you. It’s a genuinely good character-driven horror series)

20. Sci-Fi Cartoons (Rick & Morty, Solar Opposites, Futurama, Bravest Warriors)

ROLE MODELS / BIASES / OSHIMENS / BEST GIRLS

1. Trey Parker & Matt Stone

2. Gain & Narsha (BROWN EYED GIRLS)

3. Hyuna (SOLOIST)

4. Sooyoung (SNSD)

5. Gyuri (KARA)

6. Hani (EXID)

7. Seulgi & Yeri (RED VELVET)

8. Sana (TWICE)

9. Yves & Olivia Hye (LOONA)

10. Shuhua (G-IDLE)

11. Yena (IZ*ONE)

12. Winter (AESPA)

13. SUZUKA (ATARASHII GAKKOU)

14. Shiroma Miru (NMB48)

15. Yabuki Nako (HKT48)

16. Takahashi Minami (ex-AKB48)

17. Kojima Haruna (ex-AKB48)

18. Shinoda Mariko (ex-AKB48)

19. Sayaka Akimoto (ex-AKB48)

20. Watanabe Mayu (ex-AKB48)

21. Shimazaki Haruka (ex-AKB48)

22. Matsui Jurina (ex-SKE48)

23. Sakura Miko (HOLOLIVE)

24. Natsuiro Matsuri (HOLOLIVE)

25. Oozora Subaru (HOLOLIVE)

26. Inugami Korone (HOLOLIVE)

27. Houshou Marine (HOLOLIVE)

28. Kiryu Coco (ex-HOLOLIVE)

29. Momosuzu Nene (HOLOLIVE)

30. Kureiji Ollie (HOLOLIVE)

31. Takanashi Kiara (HOLOLIVE)

32. VuloLives (INDEPENDENT VTUBER)

CONTACTS

• Instagram: @Hachichimitsu

• Twitter: @Hachichimitsu

• I take art commissions on Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/hachichimitsu

• I have a children’s e-book on Amazon. Make sure to download the Amazon Kindle app to be able to read it on your smart device: https://www.amazon.com/Behind-Artistic-Erika-Marie-Vargas-ebook/dp/B08789CW3V

[fralaxy]

Mimi version of weird asks

if you have a lighter, what color is it?  > “I don’t have one! They can be dangerous!!”

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange? >”Pepsi box blue! I have seen CiLi use cans of the drink for the practicing of knife throwing!! I love all types of blue, they all remind me of my dearest home <3″

do you like pasta? >”Oooh, I do like pasta!”

how often are you on tumblr?  > “Not very often, I’m afraid ):”

are you only doing this because you’re bored?  >”No! I’m doing it because CiLi did it!”

what blogs do you mostly interact with? >”My friends blogs and the ones in which the cute animals can be found!”

can you swim?  >”I’m a mermaid, of course I can swim silly!”

have you had water today? >”Lots!”

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake? >”I like both! Do I have to choose? It seems the most of unfair. Will not their feelings be hurt? ):”

bass or drums?  > “They are both instruments of the loud noise making, and so it does not seem to matter to me”

favorite tv commercial? >”I like the ones with the cute animals in!”

can we be friends? >“Oh of course! I do so love to make new friends!”

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky? >”I do! I look at the sky every day for lots of time! It is always so beautiful”

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you? >”I tried jelly, it has the most strangest of textures, do you not agree?”

a netflix series that’s your favorite? >”Oh I do so love to watch the is it of cake! I never know! I believe it must be magic!”

an earliest obsession you remember?  >”I’m unsure as to what this ‘obsession’ you speak of would entail?

do you play video games? >”I have played the games of video variety with my friends. They can be most difficult to conquer”

zombies or vampires? >”I have a dear friend whom is a vampire! She is called BonBon and is the most shy”

your first celebrity crush? >”I would not wish to crush any celebrity! That would cause much pain!”

do you have a collection of cool rocks?  >”-gasps- how did you know? Are you perhaps the teller of the fortunes?”

five words that describe you? >”Mermaid, princess, friendly, dreamy and lover-of-ice-cream!”

what have you learned about yourself?  >”I am the dreamer of day times!”

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? >”I have not yet to try this. Is this some important of ceremonies? Oh, I do have so much to learn!”

do you believe in aliens?  >“Yes! I am from the sea and so too people must come from the tallest of skies!”

books or films? >”I like to partake in the watching of the movies. I spend much of my young days in the library and now I tire of books”

an unusual song that’s your favorite?  >”Unusual? I am unsure as to this musical genre, could you show me an example please!”

the last thing you ate?  >”-smiles brightly- ice cream! it was of the mint flavour, it is much like the brushing of teeth but yummier!”

have you gotten bit by a dog? >”No! Is this common? Dogs are so friendly!”

do you write better with a pen or a pencil? >”I write with squid ink!”

a song that gets stuck in your head?  >”Any song from the highest school of the musicals!”

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of? >-the treaties of the peace! They are of the upmost importance!”

a school subject your good with? >”History and politics. As princess I had to be the bestest at them”

how many alarms do you have set? >”I wake up when the sun is upon my face!”

do you shop at thrift stores? >”Yes! thrift shops are good for the planet!”

is there wise words you live by? >”Smiles are infectious, so smile as much as you can!”

earphones or a speaker?  >”I do not like to make a problem and so I listen in my ears”

what do you remember from your childhood? >”Lots of studying. The sunshine upon the water making the most pretty colours”

do you collect anything?  >"seashells, hehe”

favorite tea? >”Oh! the flavour of strawberries or orange”

a christmas song you secretly like? “Are they supposed to be secret? I like them all and all my friends are the knowing!! Have I perhaps ruined the festivities of Christmas?!”

book stores or record stores? >”I like very much the feeling of bookstores, they are filled with the comfort”

how weird were these questions?  >”Would you like them to be weird? If so they were the most of weird!”

what scents do you like?  >”Vanilla!”