#or Simon Evergreen I suppose

[multiversal-madness]

Accesso-Swap Au - Another Simon and Marcy swap Au but with a different twist, that twist being they swap roles but Simon is still the ice one and Marcy is still demon related.

Marceline was a famous musician before the war, until she found an amulet that slowly transforms the wearer into demon, it’s original wish to become like Hunson Abadeer making the wearer insane. When modern Ooo comes around, she’ll be known as the Demon Queen.

Simon is the half human half avian son of Urgence Evergreen, ruler of the Wintosphere. He was raised by Evergreen’s dinosaur assistant Gunther until the war happened and Gunther died, leaving Simon alone.

When Marceline finds Simon, she gifts him a penguin plush he named Jackie and the two travel together until Marceline fears the amulet’s influence is growing too strong, which causes her to leave Simon alone for his own safety. She decides to leave her guitar with him as a sorry, Simon takes extremely good care of it and learns how to play it.

Simon also gets a dog of his own in this au, a companion he found a few months after Marceline left. A dog he named Magwood.

[inbarfink]

You know, it is kinda funny sometimes…. I joined the Adventure Time fandom around mid-way through Season 5. And from what I remember back then, most of the popular headcanons and theories around the origin of Ice King’s Magic Crown played a very similar tune. Some sort of Evil Ice Wizard creating a Magical Artifact that will allow him to live forever, or maybe just create a legacy of Evil Ice Wizards that will freeze the world. You know, kinda on the same vibe Farmworld Finn was going on about when he was under the Crown’s influence.

But then ‘Evergreen’ came out, and revealed not only that the Crown’s origins lay in a time period much more unique and strange than the Generic Medieval Fantasy a lot of people were imagining

But that the thing standing at the very core of the Magic Crown’s Curse was not just simple Villainous Hubris or an intentional desire to cause Icy Evil - instead the theme surrounding the Crown’s origin and its Curse is the Cycle of Parental Abuse.

Urgence Evergreen is not your run-of-the-mill Evil Wizard, and he wasn’t trying to create a Curse, but he was an Extremely Bad Dad. I mean, he didn’t consider himself a dad at all - but it’s clear that he raised Gunther since he hatched and the Dinosaur saw him as a parental figure. The only parental figure he had in his entire life. And through Gunther’s entire life, it’s clear Evergreen was emotionally distant and deprived him of the familial connection Gunther needed and he just constantly belittled and insulted him

And generally showed very little concern for both his emotional and physical well-being.

He didn’t even do the thing he was supposed to be doing with Gunther, which was teaching him Magic.

And yet Gunther still loved him like a father, and craved his admiration and approval, and wanted to be just like him.

And we see this Cycle of Abuse happen a bit more literally before we even get to the Crown. Gunther clearly loves his pet Nina a lot, but sometimes he channels his own frustrations with Evergreen at her - mirroring the way Evergreen treats him. Because this is all he ever knew.

And so, when the Crown granted Gunther his ‘deepest truest Wish’ and made him just like his beloved Master Evergreen, he became a perpetually-angry madman shouting nothing but ‘Gunther no!’.

Because for all of Evergreen’s pride in his role as the Ice Elemental and his aspirations of being the one to Save the World, this is what he always was in the eyes of his son. Add to it the fact that he never taught Gunther any Magic Basics that could help him control the Crown… Evergreen’s abuse of Gunther literally became a Curse.

One that has not only hurt Gunther and backfired on Evergreen… but keeps hurting any poor soul who comes across the Crown. Generations after Master Evergreen was left as barely even a distant memory, his abuse is still responsible for turning others into Hurt People Who Hurt Others.

And then the Crown ends up with Certified Dad Simon Petrikov.

And, now, Simon’s Good Dad Qualities did not, like, automatically negate the Crown’s influence. But.. he tried, he always tried. He knew what he needed to do to be the parental figure Marcy needed, and even when the Crown made it hard for him, he tried to fight through it and do his best.

And even when he totally lost himself to the Crown, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.

But also.... it's important to remember that Marceline is not the only child-figure Simon raised while under the influence of the Magic Crown.

Ice King’s relationship with Gunter the Penguin was always kind of a fatherly thing - I mean, that is why he named him the same name he’s given to Marceline, the name that’s ingrained in the Crown as the name of the Evergreen-Clone’s son. But in earlier seasons in the show, it was very… fraught. Ice King would shift rapidly from being very caring, affectionate and sweet towards his lil’ Gunter

To very Evergreen-esque moments of callousness, neglectfulness and just… venting his own frustrations at his misery as unnecessary anger and cruelty towards the penguin.

Misery that is, of course, caused as a result of the Curse of the Magic Crown. The Curse that only came into being through Evergreen’s mistreatment of his own Gunther. The Curse that is also subconsciously pushing Ice King into being just like Evergreen. It torments Ice King and ‘teaches’ him to vent this torment out on others - but especially at his Gunter. Simon’s natural nurturing instincts were still trying to fight through it, the same way he did with Marceline, but it was not always enough. It's important to note that Ice King still always gave Gunter the Penguin more genuine care and affection than friggin’ Evergreen ever gave to Gunther the Dinosaur, but it's just as important to also note that the Curse still affected his treatment of Gunter in all kinds of harmful ways.

But as the show went on, and Ice King started to become more stable, and started to get the help and support he needed… he also became a better father to his Gunter. Like, without Betty’s interference, Simon was not able to overcome the Curse as a Dementia Metaphor, or the Curse as an Addiction Metaphor… But as for the Curse as a Cycle of Abuse Metaphor? Ice King/Simon, through his strong pre-Crown parental side, and through his love for Gunter and his genuine desire to be a better parent - he was breaking the magical Cycle of Abuse that Evergreen started through entirely mundane means.

He grew past his bad-tempered outburst and bouts of neglectfulness, and just became this extremely doting and loving and sweet father to Gunter.

And so, next time a Reset Crown lended into the clutches of a Gunther, ready to grant a new Wish, the Gunther once again chose to become just like his beloved father figure

but rather than an irrationally angry madman who cannot say anything but “Gunther, no!”… The very first words Ice Thing says are a reminder of how much he loves his Gunter. How much Gunter knows Simon loves him.

And he just seems like this sweet, harmless and happily content silly lil Ice Wizard. Maybe not the person Ice King always was, but the person he was always trying to be. I mean, he literally achieved Ice King’s original goal of being happily married to a princess.

But also just in a general sense, he’s happy and satisfied with his life and he’s not hurting anyone. And just like the original Curse is the legacy of Evergreen’s abuse, this is the legacy of Ice King/Simon’s attempts to do right by Gunter despite his struggles. He has broken the Curse and now it will never torment anyone ever again. Because, well, because Gunter seems to have fused with the Crown so it’s unlikely anyone else will ever be able to wear it. And if someone could, the ‘Curse’ that will be inflicted on them will not be nearly as destructive as Evergreen’s Curse.

(And let’s not forget that Simon’s Honest Attempt at Good Parenting didn’t just neutralize the Curse, it also neutralized a literal eldritch abomination. The Orgalorg Stuff isn’t directly related to the point I wanna make, but that’s also Pretty Cool)

Of course, we also know that although Ice Thing seems happy and content now, this status quo won’t last forever.

I mean, a thousand years in the future is a long time for things to change. But also, maybe it’s very Thematically Appropriate that the person who seems to be responsible for Ice Thing’s degradation is Gibbon.

Who is himself a result of a Whole Separate Series of Parental Issues.

[habit-poxly]

always forever

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!reader

description: you and Simon spend the evening together in a rented cabin, taking a hard earned vacation while he’s on leave. 

domestic fluff, unedited

word count: 1.6k

A bright display of pinks and oranges broke through the thin kitchen curtains, the setting sun nearly halfway gone behind the reaching tips of the evergreens in the distance. Fireflies danced in the wild grass outside, the smell of campfire wafted in the air, the mountains in the distance kissed the darkening sky, and the old cabin creaked in the wind.

The drive out to the mountains had been tedious: unmarked roads, unhelpful locals, and no working GPS certainly hadn’t created a vacation environment. Nevertheless, you two had arrived- albeit 2 hours behind schedule- and it had been decided to be worth it immediately. A swimming lake sat only a 5-minute walk from the lot the small cabin was sat on, although you don’t see you and Simon swimming at the public dock area; walking together until you find a tucked away beach would be much more preferable to him anyways.

“ ‘right lovie, what do you need me doing?” Simon slips his hand around the curve of your waist, fingers gently rubbing back and forth, waiting to be helpful. You had been preparing dinner for the past half an hour, now peeling the potatoes you had just washed. Simon had already unloaded the car and brought the bags to the locations they were supposed to be, he had lit the firepit outside and changed the sheets on the bed- frankly you were running out of things to get him to do.

“Wanna roll up the meatballs, baby?” You hum, leaning up and pecking Simon on the jaw as he leans over you to watch want you’re doing. His other hand moves to rest on the other side of your waist; he squeezes and nods, his hands staying firmly on your hips. Peering at his exposed lips you see a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, you knew how much he adored small moments like this- if he could he would hang them up as pictures in your home, each one held so close to his heart.

After washing his hands he begins rolling the spiced ground beef in his palms, enjoying the fading sunset shoulder-to-shoulder with you. So many times on deployment you had been why he fought so hard to come home- as cheesy as it was, it was you and him forever. Two people forever entangled until the end. That's how he saw it at least. 

“Do you want to go on a hike or to the lake tomorrow? The weather is supposed to be perfect” Your gentle voice had always sent shivers down his spine- reducing him to a puddle in your palm at a whim.

Simon let out a hum, attention still focused on not making the meatballs horribly misshapen.

“You wanted to use that picnic set you bought, yeah? Let’s take a walk down to the lake tonight and find a spot for the morning.” He glanced up at you, the smile gracing your face making you glow in the sunlight- the way it fluttered off your eyelashes making his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

“Sounds romantic, had a whole little date planned in your head, hm?” You teased, pink flushing your face. He chuckles, bending down to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Got tons of ‘em, love” He adored the person he became in your presence: calm, caring, romantic, free of heavy burden for the time. You adored him for it, too. The way his hands- calloused and rough from a lifetime of hard work- would run down your body like you were the most valuable thing in the world, the way he would breathe life into you and build you high. 

“How are none of them the same fucking size?!” Simon places the last meatball down, none of them lumpy yet most of them are either a tad bit too large or a tad bit too small.

“I’m hopeless at cooking.” He huffs, turning on the sink to wash his hands again. Choking back a giggle, you poke your finger lightly into his side. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ve done a wonderful job, look!” You point at the much smaller group, “I prefer Swedish meatballs anyways”

A wide grin plants itself on his face as he shakes his head at you.  The rest of dinner hadn’t taken much longer to make. It was very good, as Simon always finds your cooking. Tonight it had been homemade meatballs, mashed potatoes, and gravy- he suspected you had planned every meal this week around his favourites. He adored the way you tended to him like that: filling his glass, sneaking more food into his plate, encouraging him to go for seconds, storing away leftovers so they’re easy for him to pop in the microwave later- it all. As a child, he had grown a fear of appearing like he was overeating, something that would have warranted punishment in his earlier years, yet the way you would take care of him made all that melt away.

After cleaning up you two moved to sit by the firepit outside wrapped in a thick quilt. You had your own camping chair, intact it sat right beside Simon’s- something which he set up. But the second you got close enough he had slithered his arm around your waist and pulled you into the warmth of his lap. This was one of, by far, his favourite things to do with you. He had a cigar he had been gifted by Price in his hand, taking large puffs in between pauses in your stories or his jokes. His hand ran soothingly up and down your thigh under the blanket, his lips kissing up your neck and whispering breathy sighs into your ear.

“ it’s a beautiful property, we should rent this cabin again next summer” You muse eyes dancing over the darkened tree line, Simon hums into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

“Inside could use an update.” He adds, “Not sure if we’ll be having sex on the bed this week, love. ‘Afraid the old thing will fall apart.” Simon grins as you elbow him in the stomach, scoffing with a smile at the comment.

“It’s an old cabin, I think the broken furniture gives it character.” You lean your weight back, rolling your head so it rests on his shoulder. Your eyes dance over the strong features of his face- deep bags still chiselled into his under eyes from his latest deployment.

“I know what you mean though. The paint colour choices are ridiculous- who paints a bathroom that horrible orange? It’s wonderful architecture- that kitchen would look beautiful with the blue that’s in our bedroom at home.” Simon had been nodding along to you as you spoke, interior design was something he had struggled with his whole life- his apartment bare before you moved in.

 Regardless of how many times he had told you that you still always made him feel included when it came to decorating. It was both of your homes, not just the house he pays for and you decorate as so many other men like him had. “It’s too small, we’d need more room if we were going to buy a place like this. You want a Green House, yeah?” Simon's head turns back to look at the outside of the cabin- it was one bed one bath, perfect for the two of you for the moment but his mind was set on the future. His arms moved to wrap around your waist- holding you tight to him.

“Yeah-“ you nod “ I’d want something with a cute wrap-around porch too. We’d have to have room for your office- if we got a house with a nice big basement we could get that pool table you want. Put a bar down there too so you and the boys can watch football.”

He hums happily, nodding along with you. “Next time I’m on leave I’ll take some more time off, we’ll go look at some houses and find something we like- ‘wouldn’t worry about renovations, I could have all that done.”

He understood the commitment that would be, a commitment he never felt the want to take on until he met you. Things like settling down, getting married and starting a family never seemed on the table for him- until you waddled into his life and cracked his hard exterior. He wanted it more than anything now- to come home to a bustling young family in a beautiful home.

“Simon- really?” You mutter, the surprise lacing your voice and causing nervousness to bubble in his stomach. For a brief moment, he feared he had messed it all up- that you would pull away from him for such a recommendation and inform him you would never dream of spending your life with him. But, he nods anyway; anxiety clear as day spread out across his face.

Shifting in his lap you move to straddle him, arms snaking around his neck as his hands settle on your hips- pulling you tighter against him.

As if on pure instinct his lips move to meet yours- the kiss being instantly reciprocated with desperate noises and your fingers tangling through his messy blond hair. He had long slipped his tongue into your mouth, as if he was consuming you- or trying to. Simon was a starved man, starved his whole life until you came with the offer of endless fullness; how could he ever possibly deny you?

His strong hands pull your hips into his, making your legs shake with under the warmth of the blanket. Pulling away leaves a small string of saliva between the two of you- which a quick peck from Simon fixes.

“Are you sure?” You whisper lips still mere inches from his own. He has never expressed any desire for commitment other than the relationship you had now. You were his, his partner, you had been for quite some time, yet there had been no mention of anything similar to this.

“I’m sure, darling.“ he kisses you again, this time deep and slow, “ I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

[thenightlymirror]

Trying to unpack today

Was supposed to be off at some meeting all day. They decided I didn’t need to go. I didn’t. But I was sort of looking forward to seeing some old friends. They said they missed me. That was nice.

Started work and all management and admin staff were at the meeting. The sales manager was late. Two counselors weren’t coming in, and the others were late. The superintendent was asked to help at another cemetery.

Two burials were basically ready for tomorrow.

Irina calls me to say that a big stone they were waiting until today to install for the family has a giant scratch in it. $25,000. Something like that. I get there and the superintendent is filling it in with black marker. She’s watching.

I call the engraver to see what he can do. He’s out somewhere else all day. He’ll come in tomorrow.

No one is doing the paperwork I’ve asked them to. And now there are suddenly two more burials for tomorrow. (Guess it was a good thing I was there.)

Ricky is missing a permit for the burial that is about to happen that he isn’t here for. Nice. Also, he has a signed document with no space number on it. Also for tomorrow. He sends me a cellphone pic of the document via text message. I print it out on the Konica.

I come over to help the sales office and get stuck there for the rest of the day.

I’m mostly trying to get the burial paperwork finished, but if they make me wait, they can also make me do their jobs as I wait. Bit of a pickle.

Family comes in and their marker is backwards. Woman comes in to yell at me because her monument isn’t installed. Who said it would be? New guy. November 2nd. Amazing guess. Wrong.

A woman calls and says she needs proof her mother and grandmother were buried in the Jewish parts of the cemetery. I can tell her where they’re buried, but she can’t have our documents. What the hell for? Rabbi needs them or else her daughter can’t get married. She just keeps telling me to xerox some legal documents “for Jewish purposes.” Oh. Well if you put it that way.

The thing is, I want to just make her a map, and maybe say, yeah they’re here. Signed, Me. But I cannot find documentation for her mother anywhere. Fucking anywhere. I try fucking everything. Finally, she just goes to work. I say I’ll call her tomorrow. I’m going to have to get up on this ladder and just go through interment books to find her.

So of course there’s a line now. It’s only me in this office. I have a totally different job that is managing the headstones in this giant cemetery, which would just be a golf course, except for all the headstones. But I’m here. Woman wants to by evergreen grave coverings, for a couple people. A little cash. A couple credit cards. Wants to see the silk flower collection. It’s in the back and no one’s pulled them out in a month.

Sometimes people come in asking about markers and, I swear to fucking God every time, yes, they bought one, but they never designed or “ordered” it. It’s just money sitting in a bank. Every fucking corporation these days is just the First Bank of Starbucks. So they’re like “Where is it?” and it’s like, Did you say Simon says? I’m sorry. Then it doesn’t exist. It’s still just frog eggs in the swamp.

They aren’t doing my blind checks still, they’re out standing services.

A woman comes from Arizona having a panic attack and wants her mother’s unused plots. Just because. Maybe she could have called for a thing like that. She’ll wait for the manager.

I end up staying an extra hour. One file for a burial tomorrow just hid on a counselor’s desk for hours. Woops.

One still isn’t done. The other never got dug. It’ll get done tomorrow. Instead of getting more stones in.

New guy said “…You’re so calm.”

I don’t show my face much in the other office, because they just expect me to be the receptionist when I’m there. New guy’s never seen someone in that space not writhe in hysterics immediately. I was. I was.

[diskaywrites]

𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 #𝟐𝟏: 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑮𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌 (𝒐𝒄) 𝒙 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 (𝒐𝒄) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇: 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕, 𝑳𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒚 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏

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Giddeon Braddock was aware of the role he played in Spike Trivet's Dominatus Regnum. Moreso than that, Giddeon Braddock was aware of the role that he played in Spike Trivet's life. The Braddock men had always been trained to tend to the Trivet's, acting as butlers and bodyguards at least since the days of his great grandfather. Giddeon had accepted that lot in life since his days in finishing school. It was simply how he knew how to live life.

Giddeon was also extremely aware of the role that the beauty who was Carmen Evergreen played in Dominatus Regnum.

Giddeon found Carmen's penchant for violence almost as breathtaking as her beauty. She was a woman who, despite looking every bit a model, had no issue being covered in blood. It marred her porcelain skin more often than not these days, but that was what she preferred. It made her dangerous as a tiger, a sleek and formidable hunter just waiting to use her claws for her own devices.

Carmen was usually seen in the companionship of Trivet's former teammates who had moved on to the wrestling scene in the US: Lysander Buchard and Schuyler Hendry. The there were a sight to behold when seen together, beautiful and well-dressed. It was like watching models on the catwalk, the three commanding any room they were in. It let Giddeon know the sort of men that Carmen found herself interested in. She wanted men who were of the upper crust, the men who could call themselves beauties. Men who were so unlike himself.

It was why Giddeon was surprised when he looked up from packing Trivet's gym bag to see Carmen staring at him. There was something predatory in those dark hazel eyes, as if she had been watching him for a while. "Missus Evergreen," Giddeon spoke up, giving a bow of his head before tending back to his duty, "Lord Trivet isn't-"

"I'm not looking for Simon," she spoke simply, the sound of her high-heeled boots echoing as she crossed to stand before him. She crouched to his level, a pink crescent-shaped nail reaching out to just under his chin to raise his gaze, "I'm looking for you."

Gidden felt his lips part, almost nervous in his closeness to the princess of Dominatus, "Me, Missus Evergreen? Whatever could you want from me?"

"What are you doing with yourself, Giddeon?" Carmen questioned softly, a soft sigh leaving her pink parted lips.

"Lord Trivet needs me to pack his bags for the next show, and then I-"

"Packing bags. Picking up his suits. Driving him around. Don't you ever get tired of doing his bidding, Giddeon?" questioned Carmen with a small shake of her head, "Aren't you tired of not being your own man?"

Giddeon pursed his lips, head bowed in thought. Of course he was tired of serving Spike Trivet. The little lordling was all of the worst traits a person could inherit from a terrible father. Cowardly, cruel, calculating. These things had never bothered Giddeon before the situation with Bullit in Wrestling Resurgance. Bullit had been one of Giddeon's closest friends, the monster of Dominatus. When Bullit had won the world title in Wrestling Resurgance, no one had been prouder than Giddeon. Trivet, instead, had challenged Bullit with insults and hatred. It had proven to Giddeon that, given the opportunity, Spike would turn on any member of Dominatus.

"I am," he admitted, voice soft as if he was afraid of being so selfish, "I'm supposed to be his guard, but-"

"You're not being treated correctly," Carmen sympathized as she stood, gesturing down at Giddeon, "Simon has never treated anyone around him with any respect. So, would it be so bad if...well..."

Giddeon stood to his full height, towering over Carmen, even in her high heels, "What are you suggesting, Missus Evergreen? That we-"

"Yes," she interrupted him, before he could finish the statement, "I'm suggesting that those who have always done the work finally reap the reward."

Giddeon took a deep inhale of a breath, "What's stopping me from telling Lord Trivet?"

"You won't tell, 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏," Carmen stressed the use of Spike's real name, "because you're sick of seeing good people get hurt. You're tired of this disrespect, Giddeon. You're just 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅."

It wasn't until that word, tired, that Giddeon realized those crescent nails rested on his chest. She was standing close, close enough that he found his hand resting on her hip. "And your boys? Triv's boys?"

"Lysander and Schuyler will understand, Giddeon," she soothed with a wicked smile, "we'll take Progress as our own. Dominatus, of the people without lords. So, what do you say, Giddeon? Ready to prove what the world knows?"

[amajorsystem]

ok so basically to sum up our points.

we don't know what winter king was like directly after the transfer, or the circumstances it happened in. all we can gather is that he did it while still insane, thus it's debatable how much agency he had in this event. we do know that he didn't go back once it happened, which is the real decision.

how did he react, to suddenly be sane? does he feel bad initially? does he know immediately what happened, or does he piece it together because he didn't do it with a sane mind? we don't know. we have no information on the event or his initial reaction. all we know is that it happened 100 years ago and presumably he doesn't feel bad anymore, if he ever did.

now, for the actual events: personally, I don't like the theory that he killed marceline. with the narrative throughline of the star being a marceline without simon (and how that impacts her ethics), it makes the most sense for wk to be a simon without marceline and how that impacts his ethics. what happened is up for debate but him killing her post coming back doesn't make sense w/ the parallel. it's unclear what happened to betty, but presumably she didn't come to the future and thus probably died in the apocalypse. this is a simon who came back alone.

now, the crown. if we look at the ice king in the retelling of events, we can see that he's a lot angrier than the ik we know in the show. this could be due to a lot of factors, losing marceline, not having betty, etc but what really matters is that the crown's curse is supposed to make you like master evergreen. ice king never quite got there because simon's love persevered in some aspects of ice king. but if wk lost that love in some way, then it makes sense that the curse would affect him differently as ik.

it's possible also that when he transferred his madness, he also transferred the sadness attached to these relationships (due to madness/sadness being linked with magic). however why would he have ice marcy if he didn't feel some negative feelings about not having the real marceline (however you believe that happened)? we know through meta information that some of the curse still lingers, but to what degree?

if you believe the winter kings ik was cursed the same as mainworld simon, then he may have transferred that version of madness to her. but with the way she talks about him, and the plan to blend them together, it seems likely that her obsession stems from subconsciously knowing they "belong together": her madness belongs to him. this part in particular and how/if the curse differs and what that means for cq is up for debate. I think the marceline aspect is way more important than the throwaway betty line anyways.

personally, I think the reason he doesn't have empathy for her is simple: he's had 100 years to get over it. if you spend 100 years living in a bubble (snow globe if you will) where everything is perfect and everyone loves you and you don't need to face the consequences of your actions, while getting to live your life to the fullest after your whole self was taken from you... well, you might get a bit empathetic to the suffering of people outside your bubble. he's in full denial mode because he doesn't want to go back to being ik, so he just completely avoids unpacking any of it to live in his fantasies

so basically this guy is soooo fucked

[rainbowsandalchemy]

Color Observation 6: Hazy Shade of Winter

This observation took place at 4:15pm on a late-February afternoon. The weather was mostly cloudy and the sky actually appeared to be gray with a slight blue undertone. As you can see in photo 2, the camera added light and muted blue to the sky that was not visible to my eyes. The camera also darkened the gray shades on the underside of the clouds by approximately one to two steps on the value scale. It’s too bad, really. The smooth, monotone gray look was gorgeous. Unfortunately, the camera did not capture the atmosphere of the day either. It seemed as though I was looking at everything through a misty haze which muted the colors significantly. 

This time, color matching the sky was a fairly quick process. I initially created a too dark and then too saturated shade of blue before settling on the cool gray of the clouds (5-6 on the value scale) and the sky (#9 on the value scale). That progression appears on the top row of photo 1. The mountains in the background of photo 2 also seemed fairly straightforward in the light. My first attempt to match them (row 2, photo 1) landed on the shade of yellow present in the golf course grass behind the putting green. My next attempt produced the brown hue visible on the side of the mountain containing exclusively deciduous trees. The undertone in this brown appeared to be a muted shade of red-orange very similar to rust. There was definitely a bit of dark blue in it but not as much as during previous observations. I suppose that has something to do with how achromatic the sky was. The relative lack of blue seems to have given whatever hues are prevalent in the soil/branches an opportunity to show off. In the next swatch, I settled on the deep, almost black, shade of green that I could see in the few evergreen trees dotting the right side of the mountain. 

In contrast, the putting green was very tricky yet again. I saw the same red patches that appeared in color observation 5. This time, I was more successful in relating their presence to the muted green putting surface. To get there, I had to find the green of the trees at the back edge (left 3rd of photo 2). I matched them on my first try and proceed to go too yellow, too green, and then on a bit of a wild mixing goose chase before getting as close as I as going to get in swatch 4, row 3 of photo 1. This swatch contained a muted shade of green, teal, a dark shade of red and a dark shade of yellow. I think the proportions are what I struggled with the most. I had to reduce the red and yellow and add more teal to get a more correct level of value and saturation in the green. This was definitely contrary to my expectations because I was sure that they gray of the sky and the haze in the atmosphere meant that I would have to add a lot of red to tone down the green. Alas, we must live and learn. 

The most satisfying result of this process was the fact that the weather reminded me of, arguably, the best song The Bangles ever recorded. My surroundings, however, offered a much more Simon & Garfunkel vibe. I suppose I will let you decide which version you prefer. 

[snowflakesincalifornia]

I actually remember seeing a theory on Tumblr way back in the early days of Adventure Time that the crown was sentient and in love with Simon Petrikov. This was way before the Farmworld arc. It said that that was why it chose Simon to curse and keep under its madness. It called to him even when he took it off. It didn’t work on Jake when he tried it on and shot ice around jokingly for a minute in Season 1, because it wasn’t in love with Jake, so it didn’t bond to and curse him. And on the Shelf of Penitence in that jokey Season 1 ep, this is why it was sorry. This was an old, old theory even before Farmworld happened.

Then we got so much stuff that seems like confirmation for this theory— the crown apparently froze over Farmworld’s version of Earth for a hundred years because it was mourning Simon after he died stopping the Mushroom War. So… it was alive and could think for itself and did care about Simon. Then in the Evergreen ep, Evergreen explained the crown would bond to One Person and grant their wish. Which offers another explanation for why it didn’t bother Jake, but also, the call to bond-to-one-person-at-a-time could give it another reason to get attached to people and look for someone to attach to.

And in the episodes with Simon and Marcy rummaging through the apocalypse, as well as the bonus materials, like Simon’s diary in Marcy’s Super Secret Scrapbook, whether that’s meant to be canon or not, Simon often feels a compulsive need to wear the crown and describes it as calling to him even when he wasn’t wearing it. And especially in the flashback in the Fionna and Cake episode, Simon is compelled to use it when he doesn’t need to,and Marcy has to stop him, it’s like an allegory for addiction. Everything seems to line up with this theory and what it says.

Plus, Betty can’t find a way to decode the crown no matter how hard she tries, and in the Temple of Mars, this is represented by Betty seeing a large, complex equation on a board, representing the crown. But every time she makes progress solving it, a bird above the chalkboard changes the numbers around, keeping it unsolvable. Which reminds me of what happened when Betty infected the crown with a virus that was supposed to break/change it, but failed— the crown kept changing the internal mechanics of its circuitry to make it impossible for the virus to break it, and all Betty’s virus did was mess with it uselessly until PB and Marceline had to travel inside IK’s head/the crown to fix it.

How is it possible for the crown to keep changing its own makeup deliberately to prevent tampering and keep Betty from breaking its curse, if it’s not, a little bit, a living organism on some level? It’s really like it’s a sentient creature that knows what Betty wants and is trying to prevent tampering to keep Simon to itself.

This could also explain why the other people in the Crown’s internal maze seemed as if they lived lives mostly unaffected by it— they just took it off and were done, but the Crown kept calling to Simon after he took it off, and it was so much harder for him to resist it, and, presumably unlike them, it froze over the Earth for a hundred years in the world where he died— because it wanted Simon.

TLDR the theory that the crown is alive and in love with Simon has been around since pre-Farmworld days in the AT fandom, the show seems to support this, and it’s possible the crown was calling to him even when he took it off, and choosing to mess with its circuitry to keep Betty from breaking the curse.

What Have You Done is a fascinating episode, probably my favorite of season one, it has so much. Like... the shelf of penitence or whatever it's called that Finn and Jake put the crown on. The crown is... crying??? And saying "I'm sorry" like what?!? What would the crown be sorry for, at this point in the show? They definitely didn't have Simon planned out by this time so it's just a silly gag but it's just so interesting to think about. (Is it sorry for driving the wearer of it insane?)

Makes me think about the theories about the crown from before we learned its origins in Evergreen, that it had an evil spirit or just malicious intent or whatever

ITS NOT EVEN THE ONLY TIME THEY IMPLY THE CROWN IS LIKE, SENTIENT, EITHER. there’s the way that in farmworld the crown supposedly caused an ice age because it was “mourning” simon. also the way both simon & farmworld finn act like it talks to them but that could be a lot of things. its so. like i can totally believe that too. i think if you make a magical object and then let it exist for literal millions of years it’s going to develop its own form of consciousness eventually. but its so funny like fucking what. why are you alive. why are you sorry

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

[love-bokumono-fics]

WIP Wednesday - Pioneers of Olive Town

Being such a new game, Pioneers of Olive Town doesn't have a huge selection of fic, much less multi-chapter fic, but that doesn't mean there aren't some gems to be found in the WIPs already out there!

WIP Wednesday is a chance to focus on those fics still in progress, and send some love and encouragement their way. Keeping up with a Work in Progress, much less a long running one, is no easy feat. So let's shine the spotlight on the Pioneers of Olive Town WIPS!

Daybreak, Hope and a Hairstylist - by BabyChocoboAlchemist; Pioneers of Olive Town, A New Beginning; 6k, WIP, 3/5

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply, Category: M/M

Relationships: Allen/Ralph, Allen/Emilio, Allen/Jack, Allen/Damon, Allen/Iori; Characters: Allen, Ralph, Damon, Emilio, Jack, Iori, Sally

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Love, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Feels, Psychological Trauma, Male Homosexuality

Summary: Allen, Echo Valley's notorious hairstylist, leaves the comfort of the valley behind for new beginnings. Carrying with him a world of heartache and burdens from the past, he reaches out in the hopes of forging new bonds and finally finding his other half. He begins a new life as Karina and Jeanne's new hair stylist, hoping to find the one mean to complete him-and the one he's supposed to become. Will his other half be Ralph, Damon, Emilio, Iori or Jack? Watch as our hairstylist encounters Olive Town's bachelors on a series of romantic escapades. (Why am I writing a bunch of crackpairs? Well, because Allen intrigues me, I'm going to play Olive Town soon, and I want to make someone smile.)

How a Single Tree lives in a Forest of Change - by Mya_Stone; Pioneers of Olive Town; 15k, WIP, 9/20

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other

Relationships: Ralph/Player, Ralph/Reader; Characters: Ralph, Jacopo

Additional Tags: Budding Love, Slice of Life, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Adding Flavor to a Plain Character, Protectiveness, Canonical Character Death, chronic injury, Slow Burn Romance, So Much Pining you could call it Evergreen, Sorry tree jokes, Mild Angst

Summary: Ralph was a man of few words, and that made him suited for his solitary job as a forest ranger. When he did have to entertain Olive Town's tourists, they took up more of his time and energy then he cared to spend, but their donations made it worth it. Even if his life wasn't everything he had ever dreamed it would be, he could admit that he was content. When a new face shows up to town, intent on taking over the abandoned farm in the valley, it hardly phases him. After all, that farmland is mostly forest anyway, what use could you have for a ranger? But as seasons pass and Ralph realizes there's more to you than just your winning smile and endearing attitude, he also learns your reasons for moving here aren't as simple as you originally let on. With your arrival, the town begins to change, and Ralph can't say it's always for the better. With his quiet, content life thrown in disarray, Ralph has to decide if Olive Town is better off with or without you. If he doesn't speak his mind, that decision will be made for him, and the quiet life he'd learned to love will be lost to him forever.

Lady Of Grasstrail Farms - by FromADenOfBeasts; Pioneers of Olive Town, 43k, WIP 34/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Relationship: Female Farmer/Lars; Characters: Original Female Character(s), Female Farmer, Lars, Laura, Angela, Clemens, Damon, Jack, Emilio, Reina, Victor, Gloria, Simon, Jesse

Additional Tags: My First AO3 Post, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, spoilers obviously, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Supportive Big Brother, honestly the best big brother ever

Summary: Pioneers Of Olive Town AU where Lars is single. That's not all that happens but it is the reason I wrote this. A young woman named Vallon quits her job and follows her heart to Olive Town, where her family has roots deeper than she ever thought. Now she has to contend with new neighbors, ancient magic, and getting the hang of farming a wild land. Can she cope on her own, or can she at least find someone to share it with? Formerly titled "Why Not, Lars?" (Please note that this AU was planned so that absolutely nothing has occurred between him and Beth.)

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere!Purge!Izaya Orihara

(Kinda thrown together? I pieced this mess together based on the ending of the blurb. I hope you’re okay with that! I decided if I was gonna sit around doing nothing because of my wrists I might as well try to write! After all, ‘tis but a scratch! I also apologize if the tags are sparse. They’re kinda limited and I don’t know if I can make some of my own and I don’t really know how tumblr works so I’m sorry! I know that I already placed an ask too but I accidentally clicked on this instead of archive and wanted to try it out! Oh, and I think this is gender neutral. I guess I was going for a female reader but I don’t think I used any gendered pronouns towards the reader! Just in case I did though I’m not gonna label it as gender neutral. I’m sorry from rambling I just don’t wanna offend anyone and this is how it always turns out! - Existential Bean)

         "Happy hunting, Y/N. I’ll be waiting for you, my love.“

   A chill ran down your spine. That couldn’t be him… right? If it was, you needed to run, fast. He was already too close as is. You couldn’t afford to be caught.

   Running down the street at a brisk pace, unable to mask your anxiety as you nearly ran to your apartment. You wouldn’t completely run so as to not attract any attention, though it was risky, especially with the fact he could be anywhere, though likely near you. There had to be a few things there you could pick up, and maybe a few would help. It would be the first place any yandere would look, though, so you had to hurry.

   You had your phone, a few knives, a set of clothes, and a gun from your standard purge kit given to all the unfortunate souls with a yandere. You didn’t want to actually kill anyone though, yandere or not.

   Reaching your small but relatively decent apartment, you climbed several stairs before reaching the evergreen door you needed. Maybe this was a bad idea. It wasn’t exactly the safest place, so you couldn’t exactly hide out here.

   Opening the door, you entered the entry hall, passing multiple doors, the kitchen entry being the last, closest to the dining room at the end of the hall. There was a homely coppery wooden dining table and matching chairs, with black legs and backing in the small but cozy dining room, being the first and only thing you would see, as you had everything laid out in advance. The pepper spray, flashlight, and small stun gun in the guise of a small cell phone, had all been left on the table, as you were only allowed to bring your phone and keys to the purge announcement.

   There was occasionally a different punishment for not following purge rules every year, but usually with was being locked in a room with the yandere, with purge immunity included. Generally, it was never a good idea to ignore the rules, as it always backfired, even for the yanderes.

   The people who set this up considered this a game. The time it took for the darlings to go back to their home for anything else, if they chose to, would be used to help the yandere track their love. That’s why the ones chosen by the yanderes were only allowed to bring their phone and keys.

   Deciding that this had been more than enough time spent and you should most certainly leave, you turned around, only to find someone leaning in the doorway. They were turned away, so you couldn’t see anything more than the back of their fur-lined jacket, but it didn’t take much to hedge a guess.

   "I’m glad to have found you here, as predictable as it is! Of course you would come back, you even laid everything out for your return! I would expect nothing less from my Y/N, though,” a hint of pride seeping into his tone.

   You recognized that slightly smug voice. It was the announcer, and your yandere.

   Your apartment was small. All you had was a small balcony to the fire escape in your kitchen, but you’d need to get closer to him. 

   "Playing the quiet game now, are we? I expected more. You’re not so much different from the rest of the humans after all.

   “You’ve disappointed me.”

   Suddenly, he turned around, and started walking calmly in your direction, a mildly annoyed expression on his face. You could see his admittedly handsome features- dark hair, brown eyes and a sharp jaw, set in determination.

   You wouldn’t stay long enough to admire them.

   Darting in the direction of the kitchen, you slammed the door open and shut behind you, before darting over to the small balcony connected to the fire escape, making sure you shut that door behind you as well. Leaping over the rail, you heard the entrance behind you slam open and footsteps angrily march to the fire escape.

   "Oh, Y/N, you making this hard on both of us. You’ll have to be punished twice for that. It was a smart move, I’ll admit, but I’ve already considered this.“

   By now, you were already a few levels below him, but you weren’t necessarily athletic, and you were running out of stamina fast. You could hear him catching up.

   Fortunately, you had by now made it to the ground, and was making a run for it out of the alleyway.

   You were yanked back. You had been caught.

   "It was pointless, you see now? I suppose it’s good for you I’m rather bored, and Shizu-chan hasn’t been any fun lately. I blame you for that.”

   And, as suddenly as you were grabbed, he let you go.

   "Oh, and don’t take this as me letting you go! I’ll have you by the end of the day, I’ll just give you one more chance to make yourself different from the rest of the humans. Just make sure to be more talkative next time!“

  Booking it out of the alleyway just in case, you looked back and didn’t see him again. By now, it was 12:00 P.M. and you knew you were most likely going to be taken. It started at 8:00 A.M. and if he already found you, then there was virtually no hope.

   But you had to try.

   You could run to another city, but even then there was a chance he could follow. Maybe the best option was just to roam for a while, sticking to the crowds and staying alert.

   For now though, you needed to find somewhere to eat. Something fast.

   Deciding that Russia Sushi would be the best place for now, you walked hastily, constantly looking over your shoulder. Several times you could’ve sworn you saw that jacket again, but it had to just be you. It had to be.

   Finally arriving in front of the restaurant, greeting Simon on your way in. Everyone who had lived here for a while knew him.

  "Ah, Y/N! Good to see you! Purge bad, sushi good! Come have sushi!”

   Nodding to him, a slight smile on your lips, you responded, “I think I will. I hope you have a good day yourself, Simon.”

   Opening the door and immediately walking to a table, you quickly figured out what you wanted and ordered it as quickly as possible. There was no fire escape this time, he could easily corner you and nobody could do anything, not even Simon.

   Practically inhaling your food, you looked up halfway through your meal and actually saw the jacket this time. He sauntered into a booth just behind you, but not before sending you a smirk, taunting you.

   Eating even faster now, it wasn’t too long before you finished everything, paid, and literally ran out this time.

   You didn’t know what else to do. By now, it was only 12:23 P.M. and it seemed the likelihood of surviving was next to none. 

   Maybe the best option was stick to crowds, get no attention, and run if necessary.

   For the next few hours, you had simply wandered. It was fortunately 3:56 P.M now. You hadn’t seen him again, not even his jacket, and you were starting to think you had lost him. You had even seen other unfortunate people being dragged off by their respective yanderes.

   Finally deciding it was safe enough to take a break for a few minutes, you found a bench, sat down and rested your feet.

   "I don’t think you realize just how much trouble you’ve been,“ a voice breathed in your ear, before snatching your wrist and hauling you off to the nearest alleyway.

   You sent a pleading gaze to the people around you, but they simply averted their eyes and kept going. If anything, they helped by getting out of his way, knowing exactly what was happening.

   "Let go of me! Don’t touch me!”

   Finally deep enough in the alleyway nobody would hear or see you, he turned around and said in a smug voice, “Oh? so you finally decide to say something? It was about time. You had started to bore me.”

   You had tried to yank his hand from his grip, but despite his lean frame, he was rather strong.

   "What is wrong with you? I don’t even know you! Why can’t you leave me alone?“

   He shook his head, almost as if disappointed. 

   "Oh, but you do know me. Don’t you remember? You had stood up for me against a group of thugs. Not that I needed your help, but silly little you didn’t know that, now did you?”

   That was… him?

   "Oh, you’re so forgetful! I’ll just have to make sure you’ll never forget me again.“

   He tugged on your wrist and pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and staring sultrily into your eyes.

   "I’ve been watching you this entire time, you know. You’re a bit of a hypocrite! You stare pitifully at the others being taken, but you make no attempt to help them, yet you almost expect yourself to be helped. I suppose it’s just one of the many things I love about you…”

   He started to lean down, trying to force a kiss.. You squirmed and squirmed but to no avail.

   "Fuck you,“ you said, headbutting him on the forehead.

   He groaned and turned away, holding his head. Unfortunately, he didn’t let go of your wrist. If anything, he tightened his grip on it.

   "I’m done playing with you, Y/N. We’ll just have to sort this out when we get home. You’ll regret being so disobedient. It’s almost as if you’re asking for some fun.”

  “IZAYA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING NOW?” a loud and obviously very angry voice interrupted.

   The man now dubbed as Izaya looked back, still holding his forehead, and glared at you.

   "Look what you’ve done.“

   Just then, a blond haired man in a bartender’s suit turned the corner behind him and charged full force, wielding a street sign.

   Just before the man reached the two of you, Izaya scooped you up and darted down the allyway and into the street, still being pursued by the blond.

   "Come on, Shizu-chan! Can’t you leave me alone? All I want for now is to take my Y/N home!” he taunted, obviously wanting him to follow.

   "You psychopath!“

Izaya only hummed in response. He weaved through the alleys, over rooftops and through streets, and you didn’t dare let go, not wanted to be potentially killed by the blond behind, though halfway through you decided potential injury was better than being stuck with him all your life. 

   Unfortunately, blondie seemed to be lagging behind, if his distant roars of anger and frustration were anything to go by. Izaya wouldn’t be distracted at all soon.

   Soon enough, you couldn’t hear him at all anymore, and your struggles increased tenfold.

   "Ah, don’t worry, Y/N. We’re here already!”

   He abruptly set you down and grabbed your wrist, dragging you along behind him.

   "No, please! Let me go! I don’t want to-“

   "No. You’re mine now. You’ve been disobedient enough. I need to put you in your place, and you will let me!” he rudely interrupted, far past his breaking point.

   There wasn’t any point now. You were his.

   He dragged you into the elevator, yanking you around and slamming you into the wall, pressing his body against yours.

   You could’ve sworn you felt… something… pressing against you down there.

   "What will I do with you?“

   There was no sign-wielding man to save you now. He firmly pressed his lips against yours in a needy, desperate kiss, keeping your body pinned between him and the edge of the elevator.

   All you could do was squirm and whimper in the kiss, while he greedily stole your breath and forced his tongue in your mouth.

   Ding.

   The elevator saved you this time.

   He reluctantly pulled away, taking your wrist again and dragging you to his penthouse.

   He didn’t waste a second in bringing you to a bedroom, slamming the door and releasing your wrist.

   You immediately backed up, facing him.

   He slowly turned around, excitement and… lust gleaming in those brown eyes of his.

  He slowly, purposefully walked towards you, keeping you pinned with that look of his.

   Suddenly darting forward, he snatched your wrist and pulled the two of you on the bed, twisting so he was on top, pinning you down and ensuring you can’t get away from him.

   That something you felt earlier? You definitely weren’t imagining it.

   Hooking his fingers in your pants, he announced, "It’s time for your punishment.”

(He might be a little ooc though because it’s been a while since I watched DRRR!! but I think I still have him down decently. The only thing I don’t really like about this is Shizu-chan, I feel like it’s kinda cheap and I don’t like it but I don’t remember his nickname from the dubbed version if he even had one. Oh, and this may not be important, but Namie wasn’t there because she was chasing her beloved Seiji. A tad gross tho cuz she’s his sister :\)

*looks at the fortunately-still-brother/sister relationship between Namie and Seiji*

*banjo music plays in background*

(oh and I want you guys to know this is 6.9 pages lmao)

((BEAN I LOVE THIS!! YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB!)))

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

oh i was always under the impression that because simon leaned more heavily in humanities, his lab was more of him using gunther's memories of evergreen

i mean there are startling similarities:

multiple tables with assorted beakers

shelves with books and doodads

and the crown gizmo at the center

i always thought it was supposed to be a callback

You know, I wonder if the Candy Queen was so romantically obsessed with the Winter King just because it's literally Ice King's madness shoved into her brain and Romantic Obsession is kinda his thing.

Or if it’s at least partially fueled by some subconscious understanding of what was done to her, which is why she seem to be a lot more personally obsessed with just the Winter King than Ice King was with his favorite Princess.

Since you know, she was kinda right, she and the Winter King do kinda belong together. They complete each other. She because she has his missing piece.

His missing madness.

[fantasyandromancelover]

Marriage and Family: How it all started part 1

Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Juvia, Jellal, and Erza were having a cook out together to kick off Summer vacation for the kids. The men were grilling and drinking beer, the women were cooking and chatting, and the kids were playing in the Dragneel's backyard.

"Are you sure we should be doing this to Happy?" Nashi said.

"Yeah that looks dangerous." Sylvia said.

Simon, Igneel, and Winter were planning to tie Happy to a little rocket Igneel had made.

"Relax ladies this is perfectly safe." Simon said.

"Igneel I thought Dad said you couldn't experiment on the cat anymore?" Nashi said.

"Only if it's dangerous." Igneel said.

"I got the matches." Winter said.

"Great I'll tie up the cat. Wait where is he?" Simon said.

"Happy? Happy!" Igneel called. "Hey Mom! Have you seen Happy?"

"No dear."

"Oh...I hate it when he runs off. I wonder where he could be?"

In one of the rooms in the Dragneel house baby Ur was fast asleep in her playpen while clutching Happy close to her like a teddy bear.

"Well at least this one isn't trying to blow me up." Happy thought in annoyance.

"Great now what are we supposed to do for fun?" Winter said.

"You could play catch." Natsu suggested.

"No we can't. Igneel blew up all our balls." Nashi said.

"You know when we were kids and we had nothing to do our parents would tell us stories." Juvia said.

"Mom we're not four. Stories are for little kids." Winter said.

"Not if they're true stories that are exciting." Lucy said.

"What kind of true, exciting stories do you guys know?" Simon asked.

"How we all ended up here with you kids." Lucy said. "We've never told them the story have we?"

"No I don't think so." Erza said.

"Well I think it's time we told them." Lucy began. "It all started ten years ago, the six of us were already friends, Jellal and Erza were getting married after they got their teaching degree, Juvia, Gray, Natsu, and I had just graduated high school and we were getting ready to celebrate our future."

Ten years earlier...

Eighteen year old bridesmaids Lucy and Juvia were helping twenty one year old Erza get ready for her wedding. Erza was wearing a strapless organza ball gown dress, her hair was something between an up do and down, and underneath the dress she wore sandal heels. Her something new was her dress, her something old was her late grandmother's silver charm bracelet, her something borrowed were Lucy's favorite earrings that were hoops that held diamond pendents in the shape of stars, but she didn't have anything blue.

"I need something blue!" Erza said in a frenzy.

"Erza don't panic we'll find something." Lucy said.

"We better other wise my wedding is doomed. Juvia give me a lock of your hair!"

"What?!" Juvia gasped.

"That can be my something blue! It's perfect!"

"No!"

Erza pulled a pair of scissors out from her vanity drawer.

"Come on just one little lock."

"Erza put the scissors down." Lucy said.

"She won't miss a few strands of hair."

"I have better idea." Juvia said cowering behind Lucy. She then pulled a blue ribbon out of her hair and handed it to her. "Here."

"Thank you."

The two bridesmaids continued to do her hair and makeup then gave her, her bouquet of red roses and they went to the plaza hotel where the wedding was held. Jellal waited nervously at the alter with his groomsmen. Gray was the best man but Natsu had been chosen to give Erza away since poor Erza had never known her father and Natsu had always been like a brother to her. Lucy and Juvia shared the role of maid of honor because they had both been Erza's best friends for years.

"You nervous?" Gray asked Jellal.

"Yeah. I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Well I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

The wedding march started to play. Lucy and Juvia walked down the isle wearing their red bridesmaid dresses while carrying bouquets of white roses, making way for Erza and Natsu to walk down together hand in hand.

"Can you believe it Natsu? I'm finally getting married." Erza whispered to him.

"Yeah. Seems like only yesterday you were that crazy nine year old girl who would beat me up all the time."

Erza giggled.

"Jellal better take care of you or I'll kick his ass."

"He will."

Natsu gave Erza away and the ceremony began.

"Do you Jellal Fernandes take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or worse, in sickness and in health til death do you part?" The priest asked.

"I do." Jellal said gazing lovingly at his bride.

"And do you Erza Scarlet take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

"I do." Erza replied in a voice full of love.

"Then by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

Jellal and Erza then kissed each other lovingly and passionately while all the guests clapped and awed. The reception was wonderful, delicious food, great champange, and strawberry wedding cake for dessert. After dancing with Lucy and Juvia she shared a waltz with her husband and then with Natsu and Gray.

"Alright ladies are you ready to catch the bouquet?" Erza called.

All of her bridesmaids gathered around eagerly waiting for their moment to seize a chance at matrimony by fate's hand. Erza turned around and threw her bouquet.

"The bouquet is mine!" Her bridesmaid Cana called.

"You better back off sister because it's mine!" Her other bridesmaid Evergreen said.

"Why don't you make me!"

Evergreen then tackled Cana. Lucy and Erza's fourth bridesmaid Mirajane immediately tried to break up the fight. And due to Evergreen and Cana fighting and Lucy and Mirajane having to break it up, Juvia ended up catching the bouquet which made Gray tug on the collar of his suit nervously.

"Now for the garder!" Jellal announced.

As soon as Jellal removed Erza's garder and threw it all the groomsmen ran out of the way to avoid catching it because a lot of them were afraid of commitment.

"Hey guys you gotta try the shrimp." Natsu had just walked in after gorging on shrimp at the buffet table when the garder landed right in his hand. "Huh what's this?"

When all was said and done the guests went to watch Jellal and Erza drive off to their honeymoon, wishing them a long and happy marriage.

[wittyvitale]

Of Bandits and Breastfeeding (A Jerza Baby Fanfic)

Summary: Erza briefs the guild on a battle plan while breastfeeding her son. Awkwardness ensues.

Author’s Note: Don’t take this one too seriously, I just randomly thought of the idea and turned it into a drabble. I can picture Erza doing something like this. In terms of this new Jerza baby, Simon Scarlet is 3 years younger than his sister Juliet. And while Juliet is a carbon copy of Erza, Simon looks like a scarlet-haired Jellal. Enjoy!

Erza entered the Fairy Tail Guild Hall with her 4-month-old son, Simon Scarlet. She held him tightly because of the unusual threat outside; Magnolia had recently become infested with magic-wielding bandits and she had just come back from assessing the situation. There were 50 of them in total around the city. It was nothing Fairy Tail couldn’t handle, but the guild still needed a strategy so they could defeat the bandits without the townspeople getting caught in the crossfire. Erza came up with a strategy and was about to present it to her fellow guildmates.

“Listen up, everybody! I have an announcement!” Erza exclaimed, grabbing everyone’s attention. Silence permeated the guild hall and all eyes immediately went to Erza. “As you know, bands of thieves have been entering Magnolia and terrorizing the citizens. I’ve come up with a plan of action to eradicate them. So listen up because I’m only going to say this once.”

At that moment, Simon began to whimper and fuss. Without missing a beat, Erza lowered part of her dress and brought Simon up to her breast, showing quite a bit of skin in the process. Simon immediately stopped whimpering and latched on, eating happily.

“A band of 10 of them have appeared on the southwestern corner of the city,” Erza continued as she slightly readjusted Simon in her arms. “Another 15 are on the north. And a select group of 3 are trying to take over Kardia Cathedral.”

The men in the guild hall began turning red, feeling very awkward looking at Erza. The women were surprised and impressed that Erza was brave enough to breastfeed while giving an outline of a battle plan, but they didn’t feel it was anything worth commenting about.

“Elfman and Lisanna, I want you to- is there are problem, boys?” Erza asked menacingly as she realized that half of the guild was staring at her with mouths agape. Everyone began to panic at hearing Erza’s tone. The guild once again went silent.

“She’s a man!” Elfman shouted, breaking the silence before it even had a chance to settle. Evergreen slapped him hard in the back of the head.

“You moron! This is the absolute worst and most inappropriate time for you to spout that garbage!” Evergreen yelled. Everyone else began to murmur awkwardly until a very brave/stupid Iron-Dragon Slayer spoke up.

“Yeah there’s a problem! You have your boob out in the middle of a battle plan!” Gajeel exclaimed “How the hell are any of us supposed to concentrate on what yer saying when yer half-naked?!”

“Gajeel! Don’t be rude!” Levy exclaimed as she elbowed her husband in the ribs. Erza shot Gajeel a death glare to end all death glares.

“My son is hungry and I’m feeding him. It’s what mothers naturally do when their children are hungry. Are you suggesting that I neglect my son and let him starve when he’s crying to be fed?” Erza asked ominously.

“Er, well, I mean,” Gajeel said, starting to turn uncharacteristically red.

“Ha, serves you right, dummy.” Levy whispered to him.

“Does anybody else have a problem with me feeding my son?” Erza asked threateningly.

“No ma’am!” everyone replied in unison.

“Good. Now as I was saying…” Erza continued to inform her guildmates about her strategy and Simon continued enjoying his lunch, completely oblivious to everything that had just occurred.

[peace-coast-island]

#ChoicesCreates28: Choices Crossover

Title: Eshajōri (#LoveHacks) - Part 2 Summary: Eshajōri - “people meet, always part”; the concept that expresses the idea about the impermanence of all things, that every human relationship will end someday due to the transient nature of life. Part 2 of Julie’s article where she interviews various people she met around the world. Featuring MCs from TRR and THoBM and other OCs from HSS and HWU. (Part one)

Prompt: Talk about someone who is special to you. But not just anyone, it has to be someone who isn’t really a part of your life anymore. Think about this person and why they left an impact on you.

Enid Zuberi

About her: Hi, I’m Enid and I’m from New York. Currently in Cordonia and there’s a lot of things going on so I’m just here for the ride. I don’t know what to expect but at this point I’m prepared for almost anything that comes my way.

Her story: One person who meant a lot to me, and still does, is my best friend Ollie. We’re still close but he’s busy with is life while I’m busy with mine so we don’t really hang out as much anymore. We also had another friend, Sera, who passed away a few years back. The three of us were inseparable and I couldn’t have asked for better friends than these two.

I’ve known Ollie since we were little kids. He’s kind of like my little brother and I still kind of treat him like one and although he won’t admit it I think he kinda likes it when I fuss over him. We’re from completely different backgrounds as he comes from a wealthy family while I came from a middle class family. Since his parents usually leave him with the housekeepers, he’s usually at my place or Sera’s. My parents treated him like a son and did more for him than his actual parents, no offense to them, just stating the truth. Though I’m happy to say Ollie is civil with his parents, which isn’t much but it’s better than nothing.

In college we started sort of doing our own thing as I stayed close to home, Sera went to Eagle U in Eden Villa, and Ollie went to Harvard. Doing the summer we’d go to our special place, so we’d bring out a boat, go sailing until we get there and set up a picnic. But after Sera died, it was hard for me and Ollie to go back there because of the memories. We did eventually but it’s been a few years since then.

Anyway, Ollie and I are kind of in our own world. He’s busy with his family’s law firm and I’m out here. I’ve been texting him a lot since I came to Cordonia to keep him updated on everything. He’s been really supportive and I wouldn’t know what I’d do without him. Since this trip was kind of last minute, we were bummed that we didn’t have time to say goodbye and stuff. I really miss him and once I get back home, however long that takes, I’m gonna make plans for us to hang out more.

Finn Dobrev

About him: Hey my name’s Finn and I’m kinda new here. I just became an actor thanks to my pal Lauren, you might know her, she’s um… well she’s nice once you get to know her. My home is at Bubblerum, which is like in the middle of nowhere so like no one has heard of it.

His story: So I grew up with my brother Cloud, who’s a ghost. No, he wasn’t alive before, he’s part of this species of ghosts who are just…ghosts. I don’t think I explained that well. He’s um…a standalone ghost I guess. Anyway I grew up with him and our mother, who adopted us, which is how we met. We were like two peas in a pod because we were different. His species is endangered and I’m not like completely human. Seriously, look, my limbs are cyborg parts and also I can time travel. You want proof about time travel? I can show you!

(What happened behind the scenes, aka someone had to spend a few extra hours editing this since she had to cut a lot of stuff out while trying to make sense of this mess…

Finn: You want proof about time travel? I can show you!

Julie: Um…is that safe?

Finn: Sure it is! What’s the worst that could happen?

Julie: A lot of things, actually.

Finn: Don’t worry, I won’t pull you through a time loop, this will only take you a few years back.

Julie: Wait a minute. What do you mean time loop? And this is just an interview You don’t have to - and you’re gonna do it anyway…

Time travel stuff happens. Surprisingly nothing is destroyed and everything is back to normal.

Finn: How’s that for the article?

Julie: Yeah I’m afraid i’m gonna have to cut that out.

Finn: Well the time travel is actually relevant to my story. And the time loop thing. It’s actually a very long story…

He wasn’t kidding)

So about the time loop thing. Cloud and I accidentally released this evil spirit which attacked this island where I found my bio mom and my sister, who I never knew because we were separated a long time ago, and that’s another story so I’m gonna skip that part. Anyway evil spirit destroyed the island several times. So Cloud and I decided to be heroes, well we kind of are back in Bubblerum and I should really get back to the main story.

Okay so Cloud and I locked the island in a time loop because if we didn’t the whole island would be dead and i wouldn’t be here talking to you. By doing that we went back in time several days before the attack so we could have another chance at defeating the evil spirit. And if we all get killed, the timeline resets so we can try again. Except it took like bajillion tries and for a while it seemed like no matter what we did it was hopeless and we kept dying horrible deaths. Time travel is pretty complicated, especially when you remember everything that didn’t happen.

And guess who broke the time loop and freed us from all these horrible deaths? It was Cloud, who sacrificed himself to destroy the evil spirit at the cost of his own life. By then it was like our final chance because you can only do so many do-overs so it was a lot of pressure. Cloud was a brave guy, the only one who has stuck with me for so long, so now it feels kinda weird without him. At least he died a hero, just like he always wanted. Google “Cloud the ghost fights evil spirit” if you want to know more about it, but ignore the articles by DailyTango because they never get their facts right, including our names.

Aminta Beaumont

About her: I’m Aminta, I live in Evergreen Oaks and I’m currently taking a gap year. I’m a student at Hartford majoring in finance with a minor in psychology and I hope to run my own accounting firm one day.

Her story: About a year ago I was going through a rough time in my life. And then I met Eleanor, who helped me open my eyes and face my problems. Although we only knew each other for a short time, our lives weren’t the same after that. It’s one of those little things that may not seem obvious but it ends up leaving something big.

When I first met Eleanor, I was lost and scared. I was haunted by my brother’s death and it was difficult. Eleanor was going through a rough time too as she went through a lot and goes to great lengths to take care of her siblings. The fact that we both were dragged down by our pasts brought us together.

For a while I stayed with Eleanor and became a caretaker for her siblings Clarissa, Thomas, and Simon. It took a while for them to warm up to me, can’t blame them though since I was a complete stranger who suddenly appeared, but soon it was like I was part of their family. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I didn’t feel like I was being weighed down or held back. But at the same time I knew that I was supposed to be looking for answers and for a way to put my past behind.

Confronting my demons wasn’t easy but I knew that I couldn’t keep running away. Eleanor was the type of person who was selfless, always giving and willing to protect her siblings no matter what. That’s another thing we had in common, wanting to protect our families because the truth was too painful. So we take that truth and carry it ourselves, shouldering the burden so no one else would. We had good intentions but even that can do more harm than good. Once we opened up, the burden fell away.

After that we went our separate ways. I didn’t know her for long but at the same time it felt like we spend a lifetime together. I wish we had more time together but it was time for us to start living again and our paths just don’t cross. I still think about her and the kids from time to time, wondering how they’re doing now. Maybe one day our paths will cross again but for now I hope she’s happy and at peace.

Viktor Maksimov

About him: My name’s Viktor, I’m from Moscow and staying with my aunt in Peace Coast Island. I’m an athlete, which is another reason why I’m here and I like to do gymnastics, sing, dance, and skate.

His story: My mother was my number one supporter. She encouraged me to work hard, do my best, go for the gold, all that motivating stuff. I’m a competitive athlete so I travel a lot, and no matter what, my mom was always there. We come from a family of competitive athletes, my mother and my aunt were dancers. Mom retired after getting married and later became a dance instructor. You might have heard of my aunt, Anna Nikolaev, the one who was on that show Cooking Competitor. So, yeah, we’re a pretty athletic family.

It’s been over a year since the worst day of my life, and that was Mom’s death. She went to watch my aunt perform at Nationals while the rest of us watched the competition through a livestream. On the way back to the hotel they got into a bad car accident that involved two other cars. Mom didn’t make it, Anna and her dance instructor were badly injured. It was a difficult time knowing that Mom was gone and Anna’s life was hanging by a thread.

I think it was Mom who helped me through that difficult time. Or at least her memory. It’s not easy being a competitive athlete and there were times when I wanted to quit because the pressure was too much. Mom was the one who helped me when I felt that way. She taught me how to confront my fears. That it was okay to be scared and unsure. That even when things don’t go well, in the end everything will work out. She also taught me how to deal with stress like through meditation and mindfulness. The first few months without her were tough but by remembering what she taught, I somehow managed to pull through.

So Mom, wherever you are, I hope I can make you proud. You’ve done so much for me and I want to return the favor.

Sapphire Landry

About her: Name’s Sapphire. I live in Peace Coast Island with my besties Spencer and Steven. I like to sing and dance and I have a big sweet tooth. Trilingual, blind right eye, lazy, musically inclined, fashionista, sassy, I think you get my personality.

Her story: A long time ago, okay so not that long ago, I had a partner in crime. Her name was Lizzie and she was my BFF. As you can tell from the fact that I used past tense, she is sadly no longer with us. I still find it hard to believe.

This actually happened a long time ago, four years, when our lives changed forever. By accident Lizzie and I became time travelers. No, seriously we were doing a project, accidentally knocked something over, stuff exploded, we woke up in a hospital and bam! time travel. I’d show you but my powers are kind of unstable but it’s been a while so maybe it’ll be okay. Here I go…

(Julie: That won’t be necessary, thank you. So I’m guessing time travel is relevant to the story?

Sapphire: Yeah, probably bad idea… Besides my powers are kinda inactive, not since the illness but that’s another thing but it’s also kinda relevant…)

So we become time travelers but because of how we got our powers it means that we’re unpredictable. But no worries, we went along with this time travel scientist and her son Spencer who was our classmate so we got things under control. Well most of the time. The four of us were a great team!

Then last year, things went downhill. We lost half the team so Spencer and I were left. His mother took us to a clinic, can’t remember too much about it, but there was some mystery illness causing an epidemic. No one knew how bad it was until it was too late. We were visiting Spencer’s father, who’s a huge jerk by the way, and then we all got sick. There was nothing the doctors could do and Lizzie died. I never even got to say goodbye.

Lizzie was more than a best friend, she was a sister. I practically lived with her, in fact I tried but ended up getting in trouble. We were always attached by the hip, maybe sometimes a bit too close. She was the one who kept me out of trouble even though we ended up in it anyway. She always knew what to do when things got chaotic. Hell, I even miss the things I don’t like about her like when she nags about things or go all snarky when she’s mad. She was one of a kind.

Losing her was like losing a huge part of me. We were always known as Lizzie and Sapphy. Now it’s just Sapphy. I’m still not used to it but I’m trying.

You know, maybe it’s a good thing Lizzie isn’t here right now because if she heard what I just said about her and being all mushy and stuff I bet she’ll make fun of me for it!

Owen Rahajaro

About him: I’m Owen and I’m a student at Hollywood U and a regular performer at Starlight Theater. I like to sing, act, dance, and perform stunts. Starlight has been my home for over seven years and I recommend if you have the time, stop by and watch a show.

His story: Growing up I was raised by my father, who was a traveling musician. He’d visit many places, playing his sitar. I was surrounded by music so obviously my life revolved around that. We didn’t have much except for each other, and music, of course and that was more than enough.

Dad passed away when I was nine after being ill for months. By then we settled in London where he became a teacher. His health had been slowly declining by then, which is why he decided to stop traveling. I didn’t find out about that until much later, after he died. I remember pacing around the hospital, not fully understanding what was going on expect that my father was very sick. Never in my life had I felt so scared.

It’s still painful to talk about his final weeks. Seeing my lively and outgoing father lying in a hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to him, is something that will always be hard to think about. But I didn’t want his last memories to see his son sad and scared so I did my best to make him happy. Because if he was happy, then so was I. He did a lot for me and now that he wasn’t going to be here for much longer scared him. I made a promise to him and to myself that I would be strong and I’m still keeping to my word.

One thing I remember about my dad’s final weeks was how much he talked about my mother. She died when I was a baby so all I have is pictures of her and stories dad told me about her. During long nights at the hospital, he told me about her, things that you don’t hear in stories. Like how she started the day by opening the curtains wide open to bring in the sunlight or that she was a perfectionist who would spend hours banging on piano keys writing a song and driving her neighbors crazy in the process. It was then I realized that soon he won’t be here anymore.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that he’s been gone for almost fourteen years. There are days when I can remember him clearly and days when I struggle to remember. He was a big part of my life and I miss him every day. I bet he’s happy up there with mom.

[ghost-forests]

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Name: Elliot Nickname(s): Marco, Death, Jem, Alec, Simon, Nico, Kid Zodiac sign: Virgo Height: 5’ 9" Orientation: Pansexual/romantic I think Ethnicity: Italian and French Canadian Favorite fruit: Persimmon! Favorite season: Summer, I’ve grown to love it Favorite flower: Peony, I suppose (I like a lot of flowers) Favorite scent(s): Lilac, honeysuckle, hydrangea, petrichor, evergreen, woodsmoke Favorite color: Burgundy/shades of red Coffee, tea, or cocoa: Tea. I become downright scary when I have caffeine and I’m not a scary guy Average sleep hours: idk? Maybe four? Five? I’ve abandoned clocks Cat or dog person: Doggos all the way Favorite fictional character(s): Jean Kirschtein, Dirk Strider, P much all Simons, Blake Basinger, Malek Solh, Lola from Degrassi, Gabriel from Supernatural, Dale, Hershel, and Beth from TWD, Nico diAngelo, Reyna Arellano, the whole cast of Magnus Chase, James Carstairs, Tessa Grey, and many, many more How many blankets you sleep with: one or two, I have so many pillows tho Dream trip: Iceland I don’t even know why Number of followers: I actually don’t know? 100? Maybe?

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