#playing games relieves so much stress and helps me escape a bit from the insanity but im so invested in ME that I'm STRESSED playing-

[famewolf]

been really wanting to play games recently, but between my work schedule and general stress, I've been putting it off. I wanted to finish Mass Effect 3 before starting any other game, but it's so intense and high stakes that I put it down until I'm in a better headspace.

I keep thinking I'll be ready to play it 'next week' but next week never rolls around and the world gets more hectic.

might be time to find a cute, short, chill game!

[writingsbyari]

Sidereal | Ch. 1

Summary : Y/N Finstock never expected that her teenage years would be one that filmmakers would push towards an audience, but she expected it to be completely different than how they turned out. Being livelong friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall, and having a somewhat insane, loud lacrosse coach of a father, she had come to expect the unexpected. However, she truly did not expect for her friend to soon grow fur and howl at the moon, or the way her entire being was seeming to change with every passing day.                 

        She truly hated Beacon Hills.

Pairing : Multi Ship (Stiles Stilinski x Finstock!Reader, Derek Hale x Finstock!Reader)

Word Count : 2237

CHAPTER ONE : STUPID ADVENTURES MAY CAUSE BODILY HARM

sidereal : of, relating to, or expressed in relation to stars or constellations

  Highschool movies always were one of Y/N’s guilty pleasures. 

No matter how many times Stiles would complain or beg to watch something else while Scott just rolled his eyes and listened to the argument between his two friends, she couldn’t help but love them. Maybe she had already known she wouldn’t get the stereotypical teenage years, be stuck with something she had to settle for, so she tried to live through the movie.

She wouldn’t get the big glow-up the summer before freshman year started, wouldn’t be able to strut in with her chin held high, wearing stylish clothes and confidence oozing off of her. She wasn’t going to be able to somehow juggle almost all AP classes and a personal life full of parties and boys. God, boys.

There was truly only one boy she actually wanted, but it was far-fetched and a thought that shouldn’t pass through her head because every time it did, it left a pain in her heart and a slight queasy feeling. 

She knew she’d for sure only get one thing that the movies had, and that was game nights. And it wouldn’t be in the bleachers with a practice jersey and face paint, cheering one of the last names darting around the field against red mesh. No, instead she’d be right by the bench, a playbook in hand and having her father yell right into her ear, sharing bored looks with the bench warmers and frustration with the boys on the field. 

Now, however, she was sprawled across the couch in her living room, her father doing god knows what in his office down the hall. They had spaghetti a bit ago, the dishes still sitting on the coffee table. Her bowl had half-eaten seconds still in it, and the TV was playing the ID Channel, something that she only watched when she was absolutely bored, seeing as Stiles crammed the same things into her head almost daily. 

Y/N sighed, moving her eyes away from the screen to the dishes on the coffee table, debating internally if she really wanted to clean them now. It was undoubtedly the last home cooked meal for a while, seeing as school starting the next day also meant lacrosse started. On most nights, Y/N either stayed with her father during practices and they got something from the few fast-food and takeout places Beacon Hills had to offer, or she ate at Scott or Stiles’, which normally meant pizza of leftover Mama McCall dishes.

However, before she could fully come to the decision of whether she actually wanted to be a functioning human being, a sound outside her front door grabbed her attention. Her eyes snapped to the door, and then to her phone that was lying on the arm of the couch. The noise sounded again, causing her to jump. Craning her head to look down the hall, she could see the closed door of her father's office.

Knowing he was probably too engrossed in old lacrosse films, she stood up, grabbing her phone. She was quick in pulling up Sheriff Stilinski’s contact info, knowing he’d answer just as quickly as the operator if she were to call this late at night without prior warning. 

Y/N gulped as she walked to the door. Opening it slightly didn’t reveal a serial killer or kidnapper, and she pushed the door open more, taking a hesitant step onto her porch. The street lamps lit up the empty street, her brows furrowing. Her thumb was just over the call button. She stopped her steps just before her porch turned into steps, and she let her eyes dance around her yard and the sidewalk. 

After finding nothing, she lets out a relieved sigh, shutting her phone and turning on her heel, planning on going back inside to actually do the dishes again.

However, once she turned around she was met with two taller figures practically crowding around her. Her eyes widened and she let out a scream, throwing her fist out to hopefully catch one of them in the nose before they grabbed her. The two figures let out almost equally as high-pitched screams, and one flailed while the other took a step back.

Y/N’s heart rate slowed as she realized who the two people standing in front of her were, and she huffed, her brain only yelling the word “idiots’.

“Oh my fucking god! What the hell are you two doing? Trying to kill me?!” She screeched, now aiming for Stiles' shoulder with her fist. He flinched when it connected, whining out. Scott stared at her with his puppy eyes, and she lowered her hand to her side.

“We were trying not to bring attention to us! We know your dad is probably awake and-”

“Y/N! Where’s the thre-” your father yelled, pushing the door wide open and wielding a lacrosse stick. His entire posture relaxed when he noticed the two boys and the annoyed look on his daughters face, his shoulders drooping. “Oh, just you two. Dear god, can’t you just knock or something?”

You looked over your idiotic friends shoulders, nodding at her dad. “We’re good here, Pops. No threat for you to beat to death. I’ll be in soon.”

Finstock twirled the lacrosse stick, pointing it at the three teens in front of him. “School tomorrow. No stupid adventures that can cause too much bodily harm, and for all that is good no drugs. I don’t have time to deal with a daughter who has substance issues.”

Stiles smiled crookedly, giving a half-hearted salute as Scott nodded, his eyes wide at the prospect of Finstock getting mad at them for doing anything. “Yes Coach, we’ll make sure there are no drugs!”

Y/N raised a brow, not bringing up the fact Stiles didn’t agree on the whole “no stupid adventures” part. Her father seemed to notice too, and narrowed his eyes. He stared at them for a moment and then rolled his eyes, turning to go back in the house. “I don’t even want to deal with it. Be home by 2am.”

Once the door closed, Scott and Stiles turned to her. Crossing her arms, Y/N already knew where this was going. Almost a decade of friendship would do that to someone, she supposed. She also knew she was probably already growing grey hairs from the stress the two caused her, mainly the spastic one.

“My dad left about 45 minutes ago on a call.” Stiles stated excitedly, turning the girl around by her shoulders. Y/N sighed, slipping on the old boots that laid on her steps, letting Stiles lead her to the jeep. 

“He’s a cop, Stiles. That is not surprising.” She stated calmly, looking over at Scott with a raised brow. He gave her a knowing look, and she stifled a giggle.

The Stilinski boy sighed, looking over at her. “I don’t like that I’m rubbing off on you two, you know. But it's not the fact he left I’m interested in, it’s the reason why.” Y/N opened the door to the death trap her friend had started driving, humming to indicate to him to continue as she climbed into the back.

“They found a body. Well, only half of one, I guess. Stiles wants us to find the other half.” Scott rushed out, hopping up front. Stiles groaned, getting into the driver's seat as he smacked at his friends shoulder. 

“Dude, you totally stole my thunder there! My dad’s case, my epic reveal moment!” Y/N sighed as Scott began arguing with Stiles, leaning her head between the two seats, a small smile forming on her lips as she listened to the two.

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“I’m not actually walking through the woods to find a dead body, Stiles!”

“Half of a dead body, Y/N! And why?!”

She rolled her eyes, not escaping the comfort that the jeep gave her. “Because if there's half a body, then something had to rip it in half. And not to mention your father and the entirety of the Beacon Hills Police Force are out there looking too! We have school in a couple hours, and I don’t have time to be detained!”

Scott took out his inhaler, shaking it up, looking between the two with a slightly concerned look. “If Y/N doesn’t go, maybe we shou-”

Stiles pointed at Scott, eyes wide. “No! We are going to find that body! And anyways, you wouldn’t actually be detained! Dad would never detain you!”

Y/N crossed her arms, raising a brow. Her and Stiles stared at each other in silence and Scott sighed, putting his inhaler to his mouth. He hated when they did that. 

Stiles threw his arms in the air, with a small yell, and Y/N’s face broke out into a victory smile. Knowing she won, she held her hand out, Stiles griping as he dropped the keys to the jeep in her open palm. “Just...call Scott or I if you see something or if you get attacked, okay?” 

“And you or Scott call me when the Sheriff drags your asses back here so I can prepare my ‘told you so’ pose.” Stiles rolled his eyes, and with one last look over the girl, he turned to Scott. 

“Lets go, Scotty boy.” Stiles started off to the trees, and Scott gave Y/N one last look to make sure she was okay, and with a nod of hers followed behind him. 

Y/N sighed, leaning back in the passenger seat. She hummed, closing her eyes as she decided to sit back and wait for her idiotic best friends to show back up.

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It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes from when Stiles and Scott disappeared to when Y/N heard it.

Her head snapped up, looking around in the dark. Pulling her phone out and turning on the flashlight app, she hopped out of the car, huffing. She could feel the cold hit her, and with a quick look into the back of the jeep she found one of Stiles’s flannels. She quickly put it on, relaxing slightly at the warmth and the familiar scent of her friend.

Paying attention again to the noise she heard, she stepped away from the jeep, her voice annoyed. “Seriously boys, this isn’t funny. You already scared the shit out of me once tonight, let's not do it a second time.”

Silence.

Y/N’s brows furrowed and she gripped her phone tighter, holding it out farther as to see more into the seemingly never-ending darkness. “Stiles? Scott? Come on, idiots. It’s cold.”

A twig snapped behind her, causing her to spin around. Her heart was beating faster, and her eyes looked through the window of the jeep.

On the other side of the jeep, a little ways off of the side of the road was a pair of glowing red eyes. Y/N felt panic settle over her, her hand shaking. A growl emitted from the same direction of the eyes, and she felt a scream bubble up in her throat.

Backing up, Y/N had a plan to run. One that after thinking it over during her ride home she’d come to yell at herself for. Before she could set off, though, the eyes disappeared and she heard the loud voices of the Stilinski men. Shaking in fear, Y/N turned to face the sound, seeing the Sheriff dragging Stiles along. 

“Ah, there she is. I knew you had to bring one of them with you.” Sheriff grumbled, tossing Stiles towards the jeep. Y/N’s panicked eyes turned to her friend, and he shook his head slightly. 

“I had to have one of them, Dad. Scotty was boring and didn’t want to come, so I took the fun friend.” Y/N gulped, craning her head to look through the window in the jeep, slightly calm now that she wasn’t alone and the Sheriff (who had a gun) was there.

“I assume I don’t have to explain how idiotic and dangerous this was to you, Y/N?” The Sheriff stated, causing her attention to snap towards him. She gave a shaky smile and a small thumbs up. “Good. So, now that I know at least one of you two have common sense, you both need to get home and get to sleep. School in the morning.”

Stiles sighed, turning to head towards the jeep. Y/N tossed him the keys, getting in the jeep. It was only once they were already half-way to town did she take a breath, leaning her head on the back of the headrest.

“Scott will be fine, right? He undoubtedly is getting caught, or he called his mom. He’d call his mom, right?” Stiles rambled. 

Tilting her head towards him, Y/N nodded. “Scott knows not to be in the cold woods all night long. He called his mom or found a deputy. He may be a little naive, but he isn’t dumb.”

With Stiles now slightly more calm, Y/N let her eyes drift to the side mirror on her side, terrified that the red eyes would be following behind them. Curling into the flannel over her body, she felt the calm wash over her again. She didn’t notice Stiles’ eyes and slightly blushed face.

Neither of them knew just what trouble their friend was actually in.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Hawkins Is a Weird Place (Sriracha, Part 25.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: You told Jim about a crazy plan... Now, it was up to your parents not to let you down.

A/N: I'M NOT LEAVING MY MAN HOPPER BEHIND WHILST I'M ALL OVER PARKER.

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme

Master list: H E R E

"Lay down, baby, be a good girl." - You whispered to Eleven, letting her crawl on the backseat of your car. You needed to be as secretive about the whole thing as you could - not taking Jim's car, laying Eleven down and covering her under a blanket, playing dumb when someone asks you what's on your backseat and in the best case, not to speak to anyone.

"It's an insane idea, baby." - You heard Hopper mumble as you covered her up with a small smile on your lips. She was your baby; no matter what your momma is going to say. You told her that no matter what happens, you'll still be her mom. Then you kissed her forehead and hugged her so tight, that El had a problem with breathing for a second.

You already called your mom earlier that day, deciding to take Eleven to your household on a typical summer afternoon. As you usually did, you just told your mom that you need to urgently talk to her about something - freaking her out, as always, making her ready for spilling out the worst thing you could think of.

"Put some faith in me, Jim. I have a good feeling about this." - Your lips whispered as your palms circled both his forearms as you held them, looking him in the eyes. - "I trusted you the whole time and now, you need to trust me. If it works out, it'll help Eleven. She will have another place to hide at, with actual people and things to do. If it won't work... Nothing's going to change. Okay? It will still be us against the whole damn world." - You asked before leaning in for a kiss, not caring about Eleven seeing you.

"I do trust you. But this... Can go real bad, do you realize that?" - Hopper whispered back. Your family almost rejected him; how are they going to react about a child you'll bring to your house? Hard to say. It was just hard to say. But your mom already knew that you have something on your mind and she won't let you be until you'd tell.

"I realize that this is complete madness. And we're in this together. You, me and Eleven. We can make it." - You patted his shoulder and walked to sit behind the steering wheel. While Jim was sitting down next to you, you looked at Eleven one more.

"Tell me the plan again, baby." - You asked Eleven, covering her with the blanket even more. God, this just had to work. Eleven would go crazy if she would stay closed off at the cabin. And you refused to stand around and to just... Wait for the things to play out.

"Not sit up. Wait before she comes with you, mom. Speak when asked." - Eleven repeated in her broken English and you nodded, taking Hopper's hand off his lap, entwining it on the shaft. For a slight second, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before starting the engine, thinking about the whole situation over and over again. Your mom almost broke down when you told her that you got engaged to Jim. What she would do now, you couldn't say, even if you prayed to know. Or to at least have an idea. This was just one blind action that could go wrong.

You did your best to ride through Hawkins as fast as you could, taking the quiet and fast routes, not riding into any place where anyone your or Jim knew could've stopped you to talk with you. It almost seemed to be extremely easy when you pulled the garage door in your house down, letting Eleven stand up as well.

"You two stay here, I'm going to do the talking, okay?" - You asked, picking up the last bits of your courage. This was insane. Simply insane. Yet, you couldn't stop yourself from walking into the house, being as nervous as never before. Did you think that bringing Jim for the first time was nerve-wracking? Guess what. This was ten times more stressful. Your mom made her way to you as soon as she heard the garage door being opened. Aiden was home as well, just nodding at you as he walked to the swimming pool with a towel over his shoulder.

"What did he do again?" - Was the first literal thing your mom asked when she saw you being as stressed out as you were. Which made you chuckle to relieve some of the stress. If felt relieving to be hugged from your mom.

"Jim hasn't done anything. He's now trying to be a good man for me and he's just doing great, mom, I swear. But... You should sit down. And I mean it." - You led her to the kitchen, making sure she's really sitting before you took a deep breath to encourage yourself. Come on. It wasn't that hard to say it out loud.

"What's wrong this time? Don't tell me you're pregnant." - Your mom sighed and took her face to her palms, laughing unbelievably. You started secret-dating Hopper last summer, you moved in with him in fall, you got engaged this spring, so, why shouldn't you be pregnant? But you laughed as well, letting her know that you're not pregnant at all.

"I'm not pregnant, but I need to talk to you about a child." - You took her palm to yours and looked her in the eyes, making sure that she doesn't jump to quick assumptions before you tell her. - "You remember when Jim disappeared for the whole winter? Just like that?" - You asked quietly, waiting to get a nod from her.

"I haven't really told you why he disappeared. I told you he needed time to get himself together, which is true, but... There was a different reason for that."

"A child? Hopper has... A child?" - She whispered with shock in her voice and you nodded. - "I heard that he had a daughter back in New York, but I've never seen her here. I this what you're telling me? You're taking care of his daughter now?"

"He had a baby girl, Sara, yeah, that's kind of a sensitive topic and please, don't bring that up in front of Jim, okay? It's not what you think it is, because it’s way more complicated. Her name is Eleven and... She escaped from a lab near Hawkins." - You almost whispered, letting your mom a while to accommodate to what she had just heard. After a small moment, you licked your lips and made yourself talk again.

"This is the part where it gets even crazier. She's a government secret and they did terrible things to her." - You gasped your mom's palm even tighter, making her look at you. You were serious - you were even sobbing with tears in your eyes.

"I brought her so she doesn't have to stay in the cabin... But, mom, please... You can't tell anyone that you've seen her, spoke to her or that she's alive. She needs to remain secret, okay?" - You got up, still holding your mom's hand, leading her through the whole house.

She was terrified. And who wouldn't be? She had every right to do so. You always came up with such a surprise, with something extremely shocking to say the least. How on Earth could you be your mom’s daughter? She never did so many crazy things in a spawn of one year.

"Jim was looking after her since late November. I've joined him in February. And she's... So lovely. I do love her and she's already terrified to be here. If you send us home, do it, but don't be angry with her, okay? And promise me you'd never tell anyone about her?" - You asked before you took the knob to the garage door to your hand. That's when your mom's palm on your shoulder had stopped you.

"Love, you've already shocked me enough with bringing Hopper home. Do you think this is something that’d scare me off? What is that you want from us? I mean, what can I, Aiden and your dad do for you?" - She asked with a big smile. Your mom was such a good person and you adored every single thing about her. She was shocked by Hop, yeah, but she got through it. She flipped when she found out you're that you got engaged, yes, but she slowly learned to accept it. And now, she was willing to give El at least a chance.

"First off, we need to keep her a secret. Don't tell anyone. Don't tell Karen, Joyce, not even Mathilde. Anyone." - You repeated in a firm voice.

"Second, I just want you to embrace a small girl into the family. That's all. I know you'll freak out once we leave, but give us a chance. I'm kinda her mom, so, you can, just perhaps, be her granny?" - You begged and your mom sighed, opening up the door to the garage, giving you one funny look. The first thing she saw was Hopper's back, leaning to someone much smaller, telling them to wait here.

"Hey, Molly." - He offered your mom a handshake in the most respectful way you've seen him acted with someone. - "Did Y/N told you why we're here?" - Jim asked quietly, still keeping El out of your mom's eyes.

"She told me about a sweet angel that would like to have a piece of my chocolate cake." - Your mom answered sweetly and you were so taken away that you were about to cry. And it took Hopper's breath away too. Eleven turned around after the sweet voice, being scared as ever, carefully looking at the three of you. Your mom seemed to be lovely. And young. She was also pretty in Eleven’s eyes.

"It's okay, baby, come here." - You said quietly, motioning her to come with your palm. El did as she was told, looking at both you and Hopper with her big, brown eyes, waiting for what should she do next.

"Mom, this is Eleven, El, this is..." - You left out a small space for your mom to tell Eleven the nickname she wanted to call her. Your mom leaned to the girl, looking at your arms wrapped around her in a protective gesture. You cared for that child. This wasn't just some stupid relationship game you and Hopper were playing; this situation was getting serious.

"Call me granny, young lady. You want a piece of that cake?" - Your mom gave Eleven her palm, watching the girl caught it. She walked away next to your mom as you heard both of the girls making small talk. You knew what your mom's about to do once you leave and there was no wonder - this was just crazy. But just as she did with Hopper, she tried her best around that girl. You sighed with huge relief, hugging Jim's waist, putting your forehead on his shoulder, feeling a bit better than you did before.

As the whole day progressed, you noticed that your mom's cool with El and having her around. She wasn't just acting theatrics for that pour, lost soul. Your mom was genuine with Eleven, making sure she had everything she could need at any time of the day - a glass of water or something to eat, your mom made her put suncream once Eleven decided that she wants to explore more of the garden you've grown up in - there was an old treehouse, your father had a whole garden there, there was a pool and even your old dog Lady, was accompanying her. There was a lot of interesting stuff for El to see.

"You were right. She's sweet." - Molly told both of you as you, Jim and she sat in the kitchen, drinking water. Eleven was in the pool under the watch of your younger brother who decided that he's about to teach her how to swim. More than a swimming lesson it looked like they're trying to drown each other with a lot of laughs. At least they had some fun.

"She is." - Hopper agreed, seeing you standing up slowly. You went to change into your swimsuit, planning to join Eleven and Aiden in the pool, being watched by Lady from the terrace.

"Are you sure about this, Chief?" - Your mom asked Hopper, once she saw you joining the battle in the swimming pool, screaming along with the other two. Aiden didn't even wonder about the girl, he just decided to be the boy he always was around you. - "I mean... She's crazy for you. She clearly is. But she’s also so young, James. Do you realize that? Our moms were getting married at her age - she just seems to be taking everything so much quicker. I just don't want her to be sorry later."

For a while, Hopper really didn't know that should he tell to your mom - so he just looked into her face before watching you gently poking Eleven’s waist. You were extremely young to have a fiancé and to take care of a child, indeed, but to be honest, you knew what you were doing. You were doing great.

"Trust me that I'm tellin’ her somethin’ similar every day before we fall asleep." - Hopper looked at your mom. - "I told her that I’m trouble and she came back nonetheless, but honestly, I’m grateful for her every day. And that girl is too."

"If she decides that she doesn't want this anymore, will you let her go?" - Your mom sat on the chair next to him. She asked just to be calm; she knew that you won't ever leave until he really fucks up. And that would be extremely intricate for him since he showed you every flaw he had since day one.

"Would I have a different option than lettin’ her go? This isn't a debate - if she would like to leave, she is free to do so." - Hopper answered completely honestly, looking your mom in her eyes. At that moment, for the first time since November, she was completely cool with everything you did. You could think about the consequences before doing so, that was absolutely right...

But when she looked Jim in the eyes, she partially knew what you two are feeling on that rollercoaster - and it was making her smile. Plus, now she had a beautiful granddaughter, or someone like that, which was one of her secret dreams.

[wethepixies]

Welcome to the third and final part of our staff interview series! This set of interviews focus on some of our most social staff members - our Discord moderators and our social media team. Once again, these pixies had a lot to say, so we’re tucking all of it under the “Keep reading” link!

WTP’s Discord server is the main place for the community to come together - in fact, we just passed 6,000 members! It’s extremely important to keep the server as safe and friendly as possible, and that’s where our beloved moderators come through. Without them, we wouldn’t have the loving WTP community!

Our moderators are Lila Almondpetal, Gloria Flutterflower, Daphne Moonflower, Anastasia Foxheart, Rose Morningmist, and Kassie.

What are some of your favorite memories about the original Pixie Hollow? And what are some things that you’re excited to see again in WTP?

Daphne: If I had to choose only one favorite thing then it would be shopping in Pixie Hollow especially those GORGEOUS gowns from the Queen's Boutique. It was the luxury store of Pixie Hollow, and the gowns they had were on a whole different level. I used to play Pixie Hollow every day as a kid and I even convinced my dad to get me the annual membership. I was able to make a lot of friends from different parts of the world because of the game. My best memories of the game are of Camp Pixie Dust! As for what I’m excited to see in WTP, I am exhilarated about the Tearoom and Animal Derby coming back since those were the only places you could play with other players. They were always packed with other fairies and sparrowmen and I used to hang out in those two places the most.

In her interview, Daphne sent us some pictures of two of her favorite things in Pixie Hollow - a couple of screenshots of Camp Pixie Dust and her favorite gown from the Queen’s Boutique.

Anastasia: Honestly? As a kid, I spent most of my time attending the parties. The minigames there were always so addicting! Gameplay wise, I loved baking and tailoring! I wasn't as invested in it as other Disney MMOs because I never was able to get a Pixie Hollow Membership, but I still loved to play it! It influenced my decision to play the DS games, as well as the Fashion Boutique mobile game! I will say that my love of the original Pixie Hollow has benefited my life in many ways as without it, I wouldn't have so many memories with friends I've made along the way. Also, I would've never found WTP! I think one of my best memories from Pixie Hollow has to be from the one party where I won almost all of the party games. I was pretty young when I was really into Pixie Hollow, so although it's a bit silly, I just remember feeling super proud and feeling like the queen of the party, haha! As a kid, I never really appreciated the quests (although I did do them), so I am excited for those to come back & relive that experience. However, since WTP will not have a paywall for any of the experiences from the original Pixie Hollow, I am incredibly excited to explore The Wilderness for the first time!

Lila: My favorite part of the original game was honestly how open and free it was! There was always so much to do in the game, but I never felt pressured to do any of it if I didn't want to. I could go crazy one day playing games and doing quests, and then I could spend the next day flying around, just admiring the scenery and doing absolutely nothing in terms of progress. There were no obligations at all - I think that's why I remember the game so well. I was also really invested in it - I actually kept a journal about what I did in the game, can you believe it? I would say it's made my life better in a couple of ways - when the game was still open, it was a fantastic stress reliever, and even now I love thinking about it (plus, it led me to WTP!). As for my favorite memory… well, there are so many! I'd have to say my favorite was the time a Sparrow Man and I flirted in the Tearoom using nothing but those preset Speedchat phrases. I don't know who started it, but I'm pretty sure we were both non-members at the time - maybe we were drawn together by those Arrival Day outfits. We ended up drawing a crowd; I remember seeing a lot of clapping emojis and hearts. It was insane! Sadly, we forgot to add each other as friends, so we never saw each other again. I just got out my old journal to check if I wrote down his name - and I apparently did! Figfig, my guy, if you’re out there, I was either Twilight Olivemist or Karina Lightningflame at the time. As for what I’m excited for, I'm super excited for all of the meadows to come back! I loved just flying around and seeing all of the gorgeous artwork. And multiplayer, of course - Pixie Hollow was such a social game. I loved those little things like sitting on a branch and chatting.

Gloria: My favorite part of the original game was definitely the community aspect! I made a lot of friends in Pixie Hollow that were really special to me. It was so much fun to play games and throw parties with other pixies in the Hollow! I played the original game from January 2009 to its closing in 2013. I was really invested in the game and played very often! It definitely helped me embrace my inner child and hold onto magic longer than a lot of my peers, something I am grateful for. One great memory I have of the game was the events. I specifically loved the Silly Days Event, which allowed users to access the Mermaid Grotto. And Camp Pixie Dust, of course! For WTP, I am super excited for questing! It was a really unique experience every time and led to neat storylines which allowed players to unlock some cool items. I really liked the added structure of quests in game.

Rose: I was mildly obsessed with Pixie Hollow for a good majority of my childhood. I was picked on quite a bit when I was younger, so Pixie Hollow became this sort of safe haven for me, where I could express myself without fear of judgement. I spent a lot of my time roleplaying with online friends, pretending to be waitresses in the Tearoom, or secret agents fighting crime and protecting the Hollow – it was a lot of fun. Some of my first ever story ideas came from some of those roleplays, which lead to me starting a blog and later pursuing a career as an author, so I actually owe a lot to the game and the friends I made there. My favorite thing was probably decorating my home – I loved creating different settings with all the furniture I had, from cafés to ice palaces. It was a lot of fun. I'm super excited for multiplayer – I’ve made so many friends through the PBC (Pixie Blogging Community) and WTP, so I can’t wait for when we can hang out in-game.

Kassie: I played Pixie Hollow starting in late 2008 until it closed! Every day after school I would grab my snack and head to the computer to play for at LEAST an hour. Narrowing down my favorite part of the game is so hard!! But if I had to choose I would say getting creative with outfits and color combos! I loved going to fashion contests and seeing other people's creations- that's actually how I met a lot of my friends. I think Pixie Hollow benefited me as a way to escape from the stresses of the real world. Middle school and early high school were difficult seasons for me and it was nice to venture into a mystical land where I felt people truly cared for me. One of my favorite memories was when I met my friend Strawberry. We were mutual friends with someone and we both went to her house at the same time. However, our friend was asleep (remember the lil z's?) and so we started talking and suddenly we became the best of friends! Over 10 years later we are still friends and catch up with each other once in a while. We don't live far from each other so we hope to meet each other someday! Honestly, I’m most excited to have house decorating in WTP! I remember people would spend HOURS decorating their homes and doing the coolest designs- I always concentrated more on fashion so I'd love the chance to redeem myself and design an awesome home!

How did you first find out about the WTP project and what inspired you to start working as a moderator?

Kassie: A lot of my close friends started up the project and eventually invited me to be a part of it as a moderator! In our friend group I tended to be the one to mediate conversations, so I think it was a no-brainer to ask me to moderate.

Daphne: When I got to know about Club Penguin rewrites, I thought there might be a rewrite for Pixie Hollow as well and I stumbled upon a YouTube video which mentioned WTP. I really wanted to help out with the project in any way I could so that really motivated me to become a moderator.

Anastasia: I actually found out about the WTP project through Teresa, on another Pixie Hollow site where she first posted the Bubble Bounce demo! She even DM'd me about potentially helping out as an artist, which I've always wanted to do! However, due to my schedule being a bit too busy to consistently help out with game art, I never felt like I could apply. However, I've always tried to help out in other ways, such as when I was an Event Manager & hosted movie nights! When it was decided that movie nights were going to take a hiatus, I really wanted to continue helping out in the community, and thus, I became a mod!

Lila: I first found out about We The Pixies when I joined a Club Penguin rewrite. I hadn't thought about Pixie Hollow in years, but then I wondered if someone else had rewritten Pixie Hollow, so I looked it up and found WTP! As for joining the moderation team, I'd been pretty active on the server when the application opened up, and I really loved the community. I figured I'd give it a shot - worst they could say was no, right? Well, I ended up getting the role! It’s been a really great job ever since.

Gloria: I found out about We the Pixies while doing some Google searches and checking out the Pixie Hollow community this year. I definitely jumped at the opportunity to apply to be a moderator because I have so much passion for the project and wanted to help out and connect with others who also had interest. 

Rose: I found WTP through Phoebe Bumbleflip’s blog – she published a post promoting the remake and the Discord back in October last year. I don’t have any skills that can really help with the recreation of the game itself, but I wanted to contribute in any way I could, which is what inspired me become a moderator.

(Phoebe is a member of the WTP Hype Squad, you can find her blog here!)

The WTP community is mostly positive, but have you ever had instances where you felt like server members weren't being the nicest? If so, how do you deal with it?

Anastasia: Since I'm new to the staff team, I've only ever come across a handful of issues involving the members, and most of them resolve with ease. Typically, directing people to the rules and giving them a warning is enough.

Lila: With so many people in the server, it's not unusual to see something that isn't so friendly - usually, if an argument starts up in the chat, reminding people of the rules or starting a new conversation fixes things. If things are really bad, I might talk to someone individually and ask them nicely to be, well, nicer.

Gloria: In my time on the staff so far, we have had a couple trolls and people who haven't complied with the rules, and in that situation, we generally like to calmly message the person and ask them to comply with the server rules. In my experience thus far, this usually sorts out the problem. However, if the issue persists, the moderation team would consult each other and figure out how to deal with it further based on the severity of the behavior.

Rose: They’re very rare, but we have had to deal with some disputes with upset or angry members. Usually us moderators will talk and discuss the issue and then decide the best course of action together.

Kassie: There's always going to be someone unkind who comes across the server every now and then. I think the best way to handle it is to tell them what rule they're breaking and WHY it's important that they adhere to the rule. Ultimately, our rules are about respecting everyone in the community. If we can help them empathize and understand respect I think that's making strides not only in the WTP community but hopefully in EVERY community that individual is a part of.

We've had a few events in the WTP community, how does creating one come about and how do you plan it?

Anastasia: Excellent question! As a former Event Manager, I'm the right Pixie to ask!

It all starts with the approval of administration. Once the admins approve of it (and other staff have no issues with it), you can go forward and begin scheduling a time. We typically don't do events without having a proper schedule or time frame. We also try to accommodate other time zones as best as we can, since we know that WTP has Pixies from across the globe! Then, you need to designate certain responsibilities to people. This was the purpose of the Event Managers, since we were in charge of hosting Movie/Game Night. I have a lot of good memories hosting movie nights with Alchemist (Lavender) and Asteria! With other events, staff members are chosen to have either a leading role or a helping hand in making sure the event goes smoothly. Even if they aren't in charge, it is important to note that all events typically require staff supervision. Now, planning it typically involves a discussion among the staff (and any other WTP players that may be involved in helping out). We usually try to make sure that the community voice is heard, and that they can get involved! Our main goal is always to bring everyone together while having fun, and that is the foundation of all our events.

Daphne: The Hype Squad is the creative mind behind all the events we have. Since we can not have in-game events (which we definitely will once the game is fully developed), the Hype Squad tries to come up with flitterific events to keep us in the pixie hollow spirit while we wait. Our former team of event managers was behind the shorter events such as the numerous game nights and movie nights.

Lila: Starting an event is absolutely a team effort - no matter where or who the idea comes from, we like to talk about it for a while first. For example, I had the idea for Meadow Madness one night out of the blue, and I made sure to run it by the staff and Hype Squad before I started anything up. It ended up being a huge success - we had an average of 200 respondents per round, which was pretty neat for something I came up with in ten minutes.

Rose: There’s quite a bit of planning that goes on behind the scenes for events – a lot of events are actually planned by the Hype Squad (which I am a part of) or our social media team. An idea will be presented by a team member, and then we’ll all discuss it – what our thoughts are on the suggestion, and how we’d go about holding it if it were to become an actual event. If everyone on the team agrees and the staff are okay with it, we’ll then start deciding dates for the event and preparing things like banners and announcement posts. Sometimes we’ll also have one of our members act as coordinator too, to make sure everything is running smoothly during the event itself.

Kassie: I'm personally not one of the head honchos who puts events together, but it comes down to listening to a bunch of ideas and trying to figure out which one best fits the needs and desires of the community!

How do you fit working on WTP into your schedule?

Daphne: I finished high school in April and I can't really start college until quarantine is over, so I pretty much don't have anything to do at home right now so it's easy for me to make time for WTP.

Anastasia: I try my best to moderate whenever I can- usually in my spare time. We get a lot of newcomers each day, so there always seems to be someone who needs help getting verified, or a Pixie who needs some other sort of assistance. That's the thing about having such a large community: we always seem to have some moderating to do!

Lila: I actually have the apps I need for moderation (and social media work) on my phone - now that I'm not in school for the summer, I'm traveling a lot, so I don't sit down and use my laptop very often. I think I use Discord on my phone more than my laptop, actually. Using mobile lets me check the server whenever I have a spare moment, so I can keep up with things wherever I go.

Gloria: I have a really flexible schedule in general as school and life goes, so I am able to make time to moderate and spend a lot of time online.

Rose: Mostly by multitasking – I’m almost always online, even if I’m doing other things, so it’s not too tricky to keep an eye on the server throughout the day.

Kassie: It's hard sometimes, but the easiest way for me to stay connected is to keep my notifications on when I'm not busy with the mandatory things in life like my job, planning my wedding, and investing in relationships outside of the community. Giving myself the chance to walk away here and there leaves me refreshed for the next time I log on!

Two of our moderators, Kassie and Lila, also serve on our social media team, so we asked them a special question:

How do you use social media to grow the community?

Lila: Social media is a great place to post about game updates and community events. I've found that few posts get people more excited than posts about new game features. Update posts also let people know that, yes, we are still up and running! Sometimes people think we've shut down already, and social media helps us keep the project alive.

Kassie: Social Media is all about messages. I think what attracts people to join a community is to send a message they resonate with! In WTP's case, nostalgia plays a huge part in growing our community- we are trying to attract people who are excited about something they wish they had again.

One final question for all of our moderators: what’s your favorite part of your job, and is there a way it’s benefited you?

Daphne:  Definitely talking and getting to know so many people from across the globe. I'm always down for making new friends! For me, the most impact moderating for WTP has had is on my people skills. As a moderator, you have to ensure that everyone is following the rules and sometimes people need convincing to follow a rule. It also involves solving any issues related to the game/Discord server and communicating with the members in general, which really develops your people skills.

Anastasia: Honestly, my favorite part of being a mod is being able to interact with the other staff members. They're a really lovely and creative group of people, and it's fun bouncing ideas off of each other and figuring out what's best for everyone in this community! I wouldn't quit WTP for the world! Working for WTP has benefited me a lot as so far, it's helped me work on the ways I can help organize a community. Also, it is helping me work on my time management skills, as well as my ability to work in a team.

Lila: I think my favorite part of my job is, as corny as it sounds, watching this community grow! When I joined, we had maybe 500 users in the server, and we're well over 6000 now. I never thought that so many people would remember the game, but they do. It's remarkable, really. Working for WTP is probably the best volunteer position I've ever taken up. Moderating has really helped me learn how to think things through and get help when I need it. Working on social media has also been great for my writing and graphic design skills - I've got to say that I've gotten pretty good at color combinations!

Gloria: My favorite part of moderating is helping people in the player server and sparking interest and discussion among users. It's so much fun to reminisce about the hollow with other fans. Though I haven't been on the team for a very long time, it has already been lots of fun and I have really enjoyed connecting with the community even more and getting others interested in the revival project. And the other staff members are very cool people that are really rad to work with.

Rose: My favorite part of my job is welcoming new people to the server! Being a moderator has definitely helped with my problem-solving skills – working out ways to handle situations on the server.

Kassie: Being friends with the staff is my favorite part. It is always a joy to log on to laugh and learn with friends. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Asteria and I have created a pretty strong friendship (hopefully she agrees, haha). We've known each other for about 4 years now. She makes me laugh out loud and we've been there for each other in our victories and failures. Her friendship is one I deeply cherish and I hope we get to meet sometime in the future! I care a lot about connection, community, and friendship, so for me, being a part of this team is a way for me to foster those things and be a part of it! I think I've benefited from WTP by learning how to guide hard conversations and disagreements in a respectful manner. Many people think moderators just manage the community, but a huge part of our job is to aid staff in having constructive conversations. There are definitely ruffled wings here and there, but we always get through and I've really grown through those processes!

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Thank you all so much for sticking with us during our interview series! We had a lot of fun answering your questions, and we hope you had a flaptastic time reading them.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 6

The next part!

Some feelings ;)

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Thursday April 4

"You should have tell me sooner."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey rolled his eyes. As if it would have change anything.

"Archie and I have this shit under control. There isn't much you can do."

Even through the phone, he guessed she was annoyed. D.R didn't like to be kept in the dark. Especially on that matter. Archie had insisted : they had to warn her about Nate. And I guess he's right.

"The victim isn't from our college anyway." he continued. "You can't make further investigations."

"I get that." she sighed. "But I'm a specialist with a diploma. I know Archie must've been a good support, but he isn't trained. What if he reawken his own traumas ? You remember as well as me how hard healing him had been the first time... I never had a case like his before... And by judging his ever expanding pack, we can tell he isn't completely cured."

"Yeah but until now, he's fine. And I think he can learn from this experience. For fucksake, I'm not stupid."

Seriously it was so annoying. He knew how to help people, he wasn't some heartless jerk ! D.R was the kind of person to worry anyway.

"Let's say I'll trust you on this for now." she decided. "I'll send a girl to watch discreetly over him when he goes out anyway. Sadly, I don't have any boy working for me. And once he's ready to be seen, you bring him to me. Now let's talk about our second... matter. My team didn't manage to get to the root of the website. Our prankster is good and we can't do much as long as he remains anonymous."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey gnashed his teeth. Damnit this is so fucking frustrating.

"This hunt is totally unethical." he grumbled. "There is nothing you can do ?"

"Well, I agree with you. A bounty for a prey isn't something I can tolerate." she replied. "But what do you want me to do ? I can order all the hunters to stop coming close to him but that's include you. There's no way I will treat you differently."

But this baboon is mine ! I'm his fucking boyfriend god damnit ! It made him think about what Zack had told him. I'm not ready to admit it yet. Not that he wasn't happy with the baboon but... He could already imagine the reaction of the community. The laughs and the teasing. They would never let him go away with that. Everything he had built so far would be wrecked.

"Forget it." he mumbled. "Let them try to catch the prey and fail miserably. It'll be fun to watch."

After all, many of them had already tried. And nobody had succeeded.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey tasted his pancake. They were delicious. Of course they're... I'm the best. But still, he was a bit worried. It was their first date since Liam had discovered the truth about Nate, and the Dean's grandson couldn't help but be stressed. What if his baboon held a grudge against him for having lied ? Liam was probably too concerned about the midget to truly enjoy a date with his newly boyfriend anyway. They weren't that close and... Stop. Wait a fuckin second. What the hell ?! Was he, the best hunter, seriously thinking like a weakling ? This is... Man I just don't get it. Why am I stressing over something like that ? Is it because... It was so hard to admit it. The baboon wasn't any boyfriend. He was nothing like his precedent relationships. It was the reason Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey couldn't resolve himself to reveal the truth to the community. Because in barely five month, Liam became an important part of his life...

"Hey Dami, you okay ?"

Speaking of the devil, the baboon had arrived. Albeit against his will, the Dean's grandson ogled him. Damnit. Not only he had a great and unique (very unique) personnality, but he was hot for crying out loud ! Was it these strong arms ? Or maybe these thick thighs ? Or the eighth wonder of the world that was his ass ? It could've been these insane pecs or the little portliness of his belly... Anyway SOMETHING was attracting Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey like hell.  He wanted to cuddle Liam like... forever. At least feel his strong yet soft body against his. And his damn hands. Big and warm ! Okay. Let's breath and stop being such a shame for myself.

"Dami ? Are you talking with the alien forces ?" asked the baboon, who suddenly stroke his cheek.

"What the... No. No." he stammered, now more than flustered. "I was just thinking about some stuff."

His boyfriend smiled. What a smile. Damn I hate him so much.

"Nate and I talked a bit." he suddenly revealed. "It's kind of clearer for me. He doesn't want to tell me for now, he doesn't felt ready and I respect thtat. He assured me I'm important for him and this is why it's so hard for him to talk... At least thanks to Archie, I know what I have to do now. I was so lost and pissed... I owe you an apology for my behavior this night."

The junior looked at him with amazment. This dummy was apologising ? Seriously ? Baboon, when I'll be used to all your cuteness and not affected by it anymore, I'll teach you how to be a little less sweet.

"You owe me shit." he retorted. "Nate is your bestfriend for a lifespan. After what happened to him, you have the right to be mad or whatever. And I'm the one sorry for having lied to you like that. I know we ain't dating for long and I'm already failing... I told you I suck at being a boyfriend so I guess it's also your fault for..."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was so busy talking, he didn't notice the baboon move. Liam embraced him with both arms and kissed him softly.

"Trust me Dami, you are wonderful and I'm not asking for anything more than you being yourself. You're doing an amazing job at this boyfriend's stuff and that's pretty normal because you're the best."

Okay. I wasn't expecting that at all. The blond lad buried his red face on his boyfriend's chest. What should I do ? This is so nice and so corny ! He needed a way to regain composure. To take the lead again ! Because there was no way, absolutely none that the baboon was consoling him !

"I'm sure you're sayin' that only for the pancakes." he finally whispered, not convincing at all.

It made Liam laugh.

"I'm not." he stated. "But the pancake definitely help your case babe."

Liam Saturday April 6

Nate grunted. Well, he was grunting a lot since the... The rape. According to him, it was because he wasn't feeling like talking. Anyway, so he grunted. Liam had learnt how to distinguish a frustrasted grunt from a scared one. Or, although it sheldom happen, an amused grunt. This one belonged to the last category. Well, the situation was kind of amusing to be fair. At first, they had head out only to go to the stadium, were the football team was gonna play soon. It was the only event Nate had agreed to come because Archibald was playing and Liam had insisted. So they were casually walking to join Nick, Colton and Dami when they encountered the witch. Which was why they were now hiding behind a low wall.

"How long are we supposed to stay here ?" asked Nate.

"Not so loud bro !" replied (not so discreetly) his bestfriend. "I swear, she'll kill us if she find us. Let's crawl over there."

The shortest lad rolled his eyes but obeyed nonetheless. He certainly didn't want to be killed by the witch. She's very persistent. But I'm getting used to her tricks now. They managed to move for ten meter at least before she decided to come in their direction. Liam froze, and held Nate next to him. First, I protect Nate. Then I run. (Sure he was taller and way beefier than her but she had magical powers, remember ?!).

"Do you need help ?" asked someone.

The chestnut lad raised his head and looked at the newcomer. She was a tall but thin girl. Her pale skin planted an idea in Liam's head.

"We're trying to enter the stadium." explained Nate before he could speak. "But we need to avoid this woman."

The stranger looked at the witch and smiled. These teeth... That's no good.

"It's manageable." she assured. "Come with me. I'm Jolenne by the way."

Liam was very wary but well, they followed her anyway. She led them in a dark path, apparently to enter the stadium by the staff's door. I can't let Nate alone with her. There is no way I let him alone with a woman anyway. His bestfriend had tensed up quickly. She was isolating them from the crowd, and he didn't like it at all. Neither did Liam of course. (He wasn't brave but for Nate, he would be ready to fight and get his blood sucked.) (Because yeah, she was certainly a vampire.)

"Here we are." she finally announced. "The back door, as you asked."

The two boys sighed, relieved. She doesn't want our blood for now. We have a lucky escape...

"Well have a nice evening." Jolenne continued. "I'm looking fowards to our next meeting."

They politely thanked her and went inside. There is something fishy about her, I'm sure of it. And it wasn't only because Dami asked him to be prudent around girls !

Their team won the game. Liam enjoyed it. He was with his friends and they all seemed fine. Even Nate. Besides, his boyfriend was there too. Sure, it didn't show much affection because they were in public but it was nice anyway. Dami had surely opened his heart to the chestnut lad since their trip in France. Now, Liam knew what kind of person he truly was. And yeah, because he's a succubus he's still sleeping around but it doesn't matter that much. (Liam is very open-minded). They didn't attend to the party after, because Nate wasn't feeling ready for it. So they ended up at Dami's place to spend the evening. The hero had already cooked diner beforehand, and Liam thanked him a lot for that. He enjoyed himself. He's so good. The food is so good.

"I know I made too much." Dami stated. "But I also know you eat a lot."

He was right. Liam and Nick dug in pretty fast. Everything tasted so terrific. The chestnut lad went for second, thrid and fourth. He would've eat more if only there were some leftover, but it appeared they had emptied everything. Liam found himself cozily sat in the sofa, his boyfriend curled up next to him. He was pleasantly full and happy. (Honestly ? Yeah his inner desire asked for more food until he was about to burst !). (The idea of a swollen stomach made him kind of excited.). The group played games until Liam started to feel dozy. The young lad didn't want to ruin the fun but he was falling asleep. His filling diner wasn't helping.

"Do you want to sleep here with me ?" asked Dami when he noticed.

Hmhmh... The tone was hopeful.

"We won't do anything of course..." he continued while blushing. "Just... you know... it would be nice if you stayed for the night and all."

"I would love to stay." assured Liam.

He liked this part of his boyfriend. The one unconfident and shy. I think it's super cute.

The chestnut lad woke up because someone was hammering on the door. At 10 am. Who was nasty enough to do that ? Even the forces of evil wouldn't be that mean ! The lad yawned and spawled. Not only he's a hero with amazing cooking skills, but he's so nice to sleep with... Dami had a soft skin that Liam loved. Not to mention, his little plumpness made him very attractive.

"Open the fuckin' door you dam brat !" a voice shouted. "I know you're in there idiot !"

The junior swore from the kitchen. He was probably awake for awhile now and cooking breakfast. Anyway, he arrived in the bedroom kind of... stressed ?

"My father arrived baboon." he mumbled. "You need to get out of here before he sees you."

Liam frowned. Wasn't he supposed to meet him ? Then he remembered how unkempt he looked. His messy hair, his loose sweatpants and his dazed expression weren't appropriate to meet Dami's father.

"Go by the window." this one ordered. "I'll see you later okay ?"

"Sure. Love you."

Liam didn't care that they were on the first floor. Leaving by the balcony what somehow very fun !

Nicolas Sunday April 7 – Monday April 8

< Imagenius : Late mb !! Very sorry Sav pls don't yell. >

< Abeautifulwomen : it happens a lot lately dude ! Was it ur hunter thing again ? >

< TheSavior : and here we go. >

< Imagenius : well yeah it was and it sucked !!! I tried to catch a prey but u know what he said to me ?! That I am too fat !!!! looool >

< Abeautifulwomen : he ? So a man ? Gays >

< Imagenius : Shut up fke girl. I still think u're an ass becuz u don't wanna tell me what the big hunt is about. I know the reward is huge !! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Maybe one day you'll understand i do this for your own good you idiot !! This big hunt is only troubles i swear >

< Imagenius : as if i would trust ya ! You lie abut being a girl so... >

< TheSavior : Okay now you guys will shut the fuck up with this hunt thing or god be my witness i'll blow a fuse ! >

< Imagenius : sorry boss... I'm just so frustrated... >

< Abeautifulwomen : sorry too... let's play to calm you ok ? >

< TheSavior : at least you're coming back to your senses. Let's go. >

Monday lessons were easy and Nick didn't pay attention. Honestly, his mind was drifting towards Nate and things related to him. The feeling of being powerless wasn't gone yet. Liam and I talked with him but it's obvious he doesn't want us to know everything... He probably doesn't want us to think less of him. Anyway, truth must be told, Nick was getting paranoid. They knew it was a girl who did this. And now, the dark haired lad was seeing shady girls everywhere. There was this "witch" Liam had talked about. She was following them most of the time. And I'm pretty sure she's trying to seduce at least one of us... She wasn't the only one. There were girls at every corner of this damn college. Nick was certain he had noticed Leila, Colton's sister, watching them from afar. But he did not know what they wanted exactly. I'm just turning crazy that's it. His own experience with the girls here didn't gave him a reason to trust them either. Their professor announced the end of the lecture. Nick was about to stood up but Colton held him.

"Dude maybe we should wait a bit before leaving." he smiled.

Liam was slowly waking up. If he wasn't sleeping most of the time, the man would've been one of the three top students around here, no doubts.

"Why ?" asked Nick. "Is there a problem ?"

He knew his friend : he was probably trying to avoid a conflict or something like that.

"Well... your trousers hum... split on your back." revealed Colton. "I don't want anyone to embarrass you by seeing it you know ?"

It led to a blank. Nick felt his cheeks burn. Well this is awkward. But it explains why I felt relieved... It was time to go shopping again...

Colton decided to come with him after their last class. Liam was heading back at the flat to see Nate and his boyfriend. The duo ended in a specialized shop at the mall. I didn't know this kind of shop were real. A lot of things were plus-sized here.

"You're not really that huge, but since you like loose clothes this shop will be nice." explained Colton. "Here, let's try these pants."

Nick looked at him, surprised.

"If I was smart, I would say you are a regular... " he teased. "Oh wait. I'm smart ! Dude how the hell do you know your way around a plus-sized shop ?!"

His friend smiled softly.

"My step-brother is on the heavy side too and we used to go buy clothes together because my parents wouldn't come wih him." he replied. "So yeah, I'm used to it."

To prove his point, he started to show Nick many trousers and shirts which suited him just fine. More than used to it, he loves shopping... He's boyfriend material. The dark haired genius would've been interested himself if he didn't knew Colton was hetero. Well, it didn't prevent him from coveting this hot stuff. Once they had finished, the two boys decided to grab a quick meal for diner. Nick thought it would be nice before meeting with his virtual friends who were annoying lately. But they bumped into Rebecca and Barbara right after they had bought their hotdogs. The petite blonde tried to ignore them, but her tall friend didn't.

"Hey neighbour !" she smirked. "Enjoying a snack I see ? I'm not sure you need it tho."

Nick rolled his eyes. Why was she so mean ? What was her problem ?

"I have something to tell you bro." she continued. "For the old times sakes. If you ever want a girlfriend, you should really lose that gut. You're so fat, that's disgusting."

She pinched his belly.

"I mean, Liam's padding looks kind of hot but you... This is just pure blubber. What a..."

"I think we got your point Rebecca." intervened Colton. "You and Barbara despise chubby people, it's your choice and we respect that. Now we're leaving."

He took Nick by the wrist and led him outside the mall. The poor lad watched the two girls laugh. Seriously... But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder. Was she right ? Maybe it was the reason why Theo had stopped their affair ? Maybe he was just too fat after all...

To be continued

Well, well, well... Dami has feelings. Cute :D

Liam is dealing with the truth now, and do is best to follow Archie’s advice. Each person suffering from this kind of trauma will deal with it differently, Nate has his own way to do. A professionnal like D.R is what they need to find these ways.

It’s the turning point for Nick. Maybe it wasn’t clear enough before, but he’s a bit of a social inept, and the opinion of others matter to him. So yeah, with time, he started to doubt his body, and now, he wants to change back.

[ghostofviperwrites]

A Little Stress Relief

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing:  Tetsuya Naito/FC

Category:  Suggestive

“Good girl.”

“Y/N, we want to play a game,” Tetsuya Naito called across the room, smirking when you glared at him, not bothering to hide your annoyance.  You had taken this job because New Japan had thrown a lot of money at you to oversee the members of LIJ, given the alarming frequency in which their press liaisons either quit or were fired.  Their hope was that if they paid you enough you would tolerate the bullshit that came with the group.  You had thought so t0o, but sometimes, sometimes you just needed a break.

“What are you five?”  You rolled your eyes.  “You don’t need to play a game.  You need to study the notes I gave you for your appearance tomorrow.”  

“I don’t think any five year old should be playing the game we want to play,” Seiya Sanada spoke up, earning dirty laughs from his brothers.  You buried your head in your hands fighting through the urge to walk out that door and never look back.  It really was probably best for your mental health, because, deeply hidden in the very back of your mind, where you didn’t like to acknowledge, every day your defenses were getting weaker and you found yourself falling closer to giving in to their increasingly scandalous offers.  It didn’t help that each and every one of them was gorgeous and charismatic in their own way.  

You supposed you could find a bit of relief in the fact that Evil had recently entered yet another relationship and therefore was off your back a bit.  And you might, if not for the fact that this was one was just as crazy as his previous girlfriend and constantly called Evil, Bushi and yourself to check up on him. In the beginning she had called everyone until Naito told her in no uncertain terms to fuck off and Sanada outright just never answered her damn calls.  When she called Hiromu and made him break down in tears, she ended up with both Naito and Sanada laying into her, so she didn’t call him anymore either.

Though you really knew better you still found yourself asking “What kind of game?”  Regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth.  

“It’s the game where you get on your knees in the middle of us and we see who can get their dick in your mouth first.”  Naito said with an unrepentant grin.  And again, before your brain caught with your mouth a question escaped.

“How would that even work?”  You asked curiously, immediately wanting to bang your head on the table as Sanada and Naito exchanged triumphant looks.  This was more interaction than you had ever given them outside of business matters and you cursed yourself for giving them encouragement.  

“Why don’t you get on your knees and we can show you?”  Bushi spoke up for the first time in a while. “It’s kind of…hard…to explain.”  He giggled finding his pun hilarious as Evil smacked him across the back of the head.

“Man if she agrees, I’m going to be pissed.  Had to wait until I got in a relationship.”  Evil grumbled giving you a slow thorough once over as he frowned.

“That’s not going to happen.”  You said firmly, pushing away the twinge of disappointment you experienced. You had no idea what was wrong with you today. You blamed the fact it had been several months since you had sex. It was the only logical reason why you were lusting after these five men who drove you insane.  “I’ve got to go.  You guys behave please.’  You said quickly gathering your stuff and rushing out the room missing Naito pulling out a coin and flipping it while Sanada called heads.

“Tails my friend.  Looks like you’re going to have to wait.”  Naito said clapping Sanada on the shoulder and exiting as Sanada pouted about losing the toss.  

“Y/N!  Wait up,” Naito called as he exited the locker room, making you come to a stop.

“What do you want Tetsuya?”  You snapped, glaring at the man who was interrupting your get away.

“Tranquillo baby, I’m here to play nice.”  Naito said, raising his hands in innocence.

“You never play nice Naito.”  You told him with a disbelieving look on your face, making him shrug.

“Well, nice is really overrated.  Being naughty is so much more fun.”  He replied with a wink and a smirk.  Your eyes may have lingered a bit too long on his lips, judging by the self-satisfied expression that appeared on his face.

“Again, I repeat, what do you want?”  You said quickly cutting off any smart aleck remark he was about to spout.

“I want…” He began, dragging the word out as he perused your body.  “To help relieve your stress.”  

You were caught off guard with that comment, expecting something totally inappropriate instead.  You told yourself that definitely wasn’t a twinge of disappointment that he hadn’t propositioned you.    

“And how to you propose to do that?”  You asked glancing down at your phone as you received a message.

“By burying my tongue in your sweet little pussy and making you come until you beg me to stop.”  Naito said nonchalantly.  Your head shot up as you processed his filthy words, phone falling limply from your hands to be caught by Naito.  “You want that don’t you?”  He asked casually. “You want to throw your legs over my shoulders and squeeze my head between your thighs as I lick your clit, don’t you?”  

You opened your mouth to deny the statement only to find yourself pushed against the wall with Naito firmly pressed against you.  Your eyes darted around somewhat relieved to find the hallway completely empty.  

“Don’t lie to me anymore Y/N.  We all know you want us.  You aren’t very good at hiding it.  Stop playing around and tell me the truth.  Do you want my tongue in your pussy?”  He enunciated slowly his hands gliding up your ribcage and back down your ribs, distracting you.  

“Yes” You finally stuttered out feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you admitted it out loud.

“Good girl,” Naito said. “Now let’s go find an empty room and I’ll get on my knees for you.”  

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #361

“Licht and the Message, Slenderman, Azrael, and Insanity.”

-A bit of a cold wind rattles the shutters on Licht's house as a fog rolls over the sleeping neighborhood. The artifact in the bottom of her closet rattles ever so slightly against the floor. A tiny lizard pauses from scuttling across the kitchen floor to freeze fearfully in a patch of moonlight from the slightly open curtains.

The steps creak under the weight of something unseen and her computer suddenly humms to life. The messenger noise is sharp and she rolls over in her uneasy dreaming state. She feels as if something is whispering in her ears, promising her blue skies, green grass and freedom from all her ills...

The pain is sudden and stinging, meant to wound and wake. -

[Licht] Gasps awake and rolls over searching her room as she fumbles for her gun-

-The source of the pain is a quartet of shallow scratches on her chest. And the computer is showing a small window in the corner of the screen- "new message - sender unknown"

[Licht] Stumbles out of bed and over to her computer, curiosity driving her onwards and she clicks on the message-

- The message is simple-

-A clue for you, I'll see you there. -

-There's also an executable file.-

[Licht] Frowning, she starts downloading the file-

-Prompts-

-Choose a name and password-

[Licht] Hesitates, but she types in her usual combination-

-New account created-

-Shows a downloading bar. -

-There's a sudden noise from downstairs. A door opening and something hard tumbling on the floor of the entryway.

[Licht] Turns towards her door before retrieving her gun and opening the door, listening for any more noise-

-It's quiet apart from the hum of the computer. Everything else is muffled by the fog.

[Licht] Glances at the computer to see it's still downloading and so heads downstairs to see what made the noise-

-The little carved wolf head is laying in the middle of the rug. It looks like something burst out of the closet and trailed a few coats, shoes and an umbrella out as well. But the floor is clear around the artifact.

[Licht] - The hell?- She reaches down and picks up the wolf head, turning it around in her hand

-The surface of the stone is slightly warm in her hand. From the other room the computer finishes and there's the sound of quiet music.

[Licht] Puts the head in her pocket and hurries upstairs to the computer-

-It prompts for the info she chose, and then, new game? Y/N -

[Licht] Selects yes-

-The soothing music continues to play and the computer whirrs louder as the processor spins up and opens a new world. Her avatar dropping into a grassy plain with a few sparse trees under a robin's egg blue sky. -

[Licht] - I don't see how this is a clue...- She moves the mouse a little

-As she turns, a trunk comes into view. -

[Licht] It takes her a moment to get an idea of the controls, but she eventually opens the trunk-

-Inside is a book-

[Licht] Fumbles a little but does manage to get the book to pop up so it can be read-

-There's a bit of movement from her pocket and the computer spins up a bit higher as the book is opened. Only the first page has text. -

“In a square, ring gold round,

a cobble in a dungeon found.

Astride the top we make a cross;

of red-stone torch for Notch’s loss.

Crown the center, stone from Hell

Say his name and light it well.

For I am Herobrine.”

[Licht] - The hell is this supposed to mean?  And Mr, Perrson's loss?  What has he lost?  Well, other than his apparent sanity...

-Her eyes are drawn to the other name inexorably, it seems familiar also. -

[Licht] Scowls and manages to bring up the menu so she can open her web browser, trying to decipher what is going on

-There is some basic stuff on Herobrine and creepypastas in general. Mostly focusing on people reporting weird griefing, sightings, and the eyes, always the white, staring eyes.

[Licht] Frowns and starts looking up more on the game, trying to see if anything in the book ties into the game-

-There are a few results mixed in for Herobrine summoners -

[Licht] Finds the one she's looking for and looks at what it actually requires-

-The links lead into a wiki style article describing the ways to find the various materials. A cow moo's from the smaller game window. -

[Licht] Looks up ways to get the materials-

-The artifact in her pocket is starting to get rather warm, and it's an uncomfortable lump against her leg. -

[Licht] Pulls the wolf's head out and puts it on the desk, eyeing it warily-

-It's quiet now. But the crudely cut eyes seem to follow her movements with interest.

[Licht] Finds out how to enter creative and returns to the game to see if she can access it-

-The menus are normal and allow her access, a slight drizzly rain falls in game. -

[Licht] Starts grabbing the needed materials and she keeps pausing to check and make sure she's setting it up correctly-

-A pig wanders up and gets in her way a little bit.

[Licht] - Move stupid pink cube

[pig] Dumb look- oink.

[Licht] Finally finishes the summoner-

-The signal pulses outward from the seed-

-The sky overhead throws a bolt of lightning and the sun vanishes under the horizon. The summoner is the only source of light and the wandering mobs flee from it's call, as the carving on the desk rattles and suddenly cracks. There's a quiet chuckle from her speakers and an an icy shiver down her spine.

[Licht] - The hell!?

-There's a quick sensation of pressure on her shoulders and it makes her spin her avatar around to face a pair of glowing eyes nearly filling her screen. They're red rather then white and the Steve patterned face tazes sideways for a moment. Their creepy smile never fading.

[Licht] - What are you

[???] Does it matter?

[Licht] - I was told that this was a clue in regards to the case I'm working on

[???] It is. We are seeking the same thing. Entry to a hidden place.

[Licht] - What is your name?

[???] I can't tell you. You are human.

[Licht] - What does that have to do with anything?

[???] You would not be yourself anymore if I divulged it.

[Licht] - I need to know what's going on!  Is Mr. Persson in a cult?

[???] He has believers yes. Some call him a god.

[Licht] - So he's developed a following?  I'm guessing his old staff is in on it?

[???] Smiles even more widely - He has a whole world of devout worshipers.

[Licht] Scowls and stands up angrily- That fucking bastard!

-There's a sense of tightness in the air around her-

[???] You are angry... do you want to find him...?

[Licht] - Of course I do!

[???] Then we are... in agreement. - There's a sudden constriction around her throat and for a moment she struggles to breathe. The little carving has crumbled to dust, and the sound of neighborhood dogs barking wildly at something echos from outside.

[Licht] Struggles a little- What are you doing!?

[???] Gives a rather lugubrious laugh and the pressure retreats completely. -

[Licht] Rubs her throat- What...  What did you do?

[???] Nothing you need to concern yourself with. - The figure backs off a bit so the summoner is visible on her screen again.

[Licht] Looks at the time- Tch, I need to be getting some more sleep...  Will you still be here when I wake?

[???] Oh yes.... -indicates the summoner- You should make it again. No cheating this time.

[Licht] - If I have the time

[???] whispers- It calls to th- US.

[Licht] - There's more of you?

[???] So many more...

[Licht] Sighs- We can talk more later, do you want me to leave the program running?

[???] If it pleases you. It makes no difference to me.

[Licht] - Just be sure to stick around

[???] Is looking at the lightening sky in game. - I think I will look for water...

[Licht] - Whatever- She heads back to bed

[Slender] His static rolls through the forest preventing the rescue team from calling for help. He'd killed several campers and was now hunting their hopeful rescuers. Normally he wouldn't kill this much, but the stress had certainly been piling on-

[Azrael] Emerges quietly from a shadowed glen and watches Slender impassively, not wanting to disturb his hunt overmuch.

[Slender] Snarls as he catches the scent of a small child, perhaps a relative of one of the original campers he had killed? Either way, he wanted to consume it-

[Azrael] Consults a small life-timer before putting it away again.

[Slender] Teleports to the child, lost enough in the hunt that he rips them from the others and teleports them deeper into the forest, near where he had just left-

[Azrael] Regards his prey- STILL NOT SATIATED?

[Slender] Pauses, his claws barely grazing the terrified child's chest- What do you want?

[Azrael] I WAS MERELY PASSING BY AND YOUR BLOODBATH CAUGHT MY ATTENTION. YOU MUST BE HALF- STARVED TO TAKE SO MANY AT ONCE.

[Slender] Snarls- It's not a matter of hunger, but of stress- He digs his claws into the girl, ripping out her insides and beginning to consume her soul as it tries to escape

[Azrael] Watches the last few grains fall in the life- timer and sighs. -BE CAREFUL NOT TO ATTRACT THE WRONG ATTENTIONS WHILE RELIEVING YOUR STRESS. ARE YOU CERTAIN IT IS NOT INSANITY AFFECTING YOUR JUDGEMENT?

[Slender] - She is most certainly the cause

[Azrael] AND WE BOTH KNOW THE CURE...

[Slender] - That is not why. Do you recall my informing you that she was infecting more humans, but that neither Zalgo nor myself could find them?

[Azrael] I RECALL IT.

[Slender] - She's gathering them for my father, to ensure he will have an army already waiting for him

[Azrael] TO CAPTURE SO FEW?

[Slender] - He is taking no chance of something like this ever happening again. He'd keep the insane infected as spies, preventing any one from getting out from under his control again, including myself most likely

[Azrael] WHILE IT IS OUT OF MY... WE SHALL SAY JURISDICTION? I AM CONCERNED BY THIS. I HAVE WarDs To DEfenD FROm BOTH OF THEM.

[Slender] - She has not spoken to me in at least as month as well, my father must have done something to sway her so firmly to one side

[Azrael] HAS SHE ABANDONED THE ONES UNDER YOUR CARE? I WOULD BE  CONCERNED THAT THEY MIGHT BE TURNED AGAINST YOU AS WELL.

[Slender] - I do not know if she had abandoned them, they cannot hear her. But I do know their loyalty is to me

[Azrael] I WONDER IF YOU ARE ALSO ANGRY BECAUSE THE LITTLE DOCTORS INSTINCTS HAVE PROVEN TRUE?

[Slender] Snarls-

[Azrael] merely smiles as skulls are wont to do. - I rEcaLl thAt thEY haVe BEEn quITe egAr tO HaVe AN AgrEemeNT WitH yOu.

[Slender] - I have no need for it- He takes the child's corpse in a tendril and lifts it high, impaling it on a branch

[Azrael] LiKE FathER lIKe chIlD I sUppoSe. - he gives the smallest chuckle. - I THINK YOU'LL FIND THE DOCTOR IS FULL OF SUPRISES OF LATE...

[Slender] - They are the absolute least of my concerns at the moment

[Azrael] SUIT YOURSELF SLENDERMAN. BUT DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE CHILDREN.

[Slender] Growls-

[Azrael] Ruffles his feathers a bit- HOWEVER YOU MAY FEEL ABOUT ME, I AM ON YOUR SIDE FAR MORE THEN ZALGO'S OR YOUR FATHERS. I WILL SEE IF THERE IS ANYTHING I CAN Do tO  AssIT. - he departs without fanfare and reforms in darkness. His bare feet disturb the dust of aeons on a meteor far from the rays of Sol. He gestures faintly and the starry blackness ahead tears open to reveal a sunless bog under a smoke-filled sky. He's seeking something both alien and familiar and he doesn't have to go far before finding it.

-The figure is so tall they're almost like a white pillar against the sky. The form is featureless, naked and starkly white. -

[Azrael] Gives a strong flap of his angelic wings and rises up and up to get closer to the titanic beings face.

[???] Sweeps a gigantic hand to swat him away and is suddenly less two fingers. The digits dissolve into smoke long before they hit the ground-

[Azrael] CAn wE Not parLaY? FElloW DeAth?

[???] The words come from nowhere but still ooze menace and hate- THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCUSS INSECT.

[Azrael] I DIsagrEE. YOur peOPle pLaN to inVaDE mY lANd aND hArVesT MY sOuLS.

[???] IT WILL BE A GLORIOUS FEAST.

[Azrael] YoU'rE... Mad... I- he hesitates, unsure for the first time in centuries. He flaps back a little, thinking, and then even farther as the titanic being grips it's head in some kind of painful fit -

[???] Roars and thrashes, grabbing fistfuls of trees and tearing them out of the stagnant and brackish water.

[Azrael] Is gone in a flash, stepping out gratefully onto the familiar sand of the desert of souls. He sighs in relief and settles down in a lotus position on the warm grains to have a good long think.

-On the edges of his hearing however there is a slightly disturbed laugh-

[Azrael] Looks up with as much of a frown as he can muster. - I'M GLAD YOU THINK THIS BETRAYAL IS AMUSING...

[Insanity] - Who says it's betrayal?

[Azrael] Stands up with a flutter of wings- BECAUSE YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CORRUPT A FEW SOULS AS A FAVOR. THAT DOES NOT MEAN IT IS ACCEPTABLE TO ALLOW THEM TO BE WHOLESALE ANNIHILATED. AND YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH MY KIND. I FOUND A FELLOW DEATH WRACKED WITH YOUR MADNESS. IT IS BETRAYAL.

[Insanity] - I take offense to that. There is a difference between madness and myself

[Azrael] YOU MISS MY POINT ENTIRELY. SLENDERS CONSUME HUMAN SOULS. THEY REMOVE THEM FROM THE GREAT CYCLE. WHY ARE YOU HELPING THEM TO BRING MORE OF THEIR KIND HERE???

[Insanity] - Because the balance is upset. They all used to be able to come here, but once the little Slender's broke the portal, well, that's when humanity began to grow

[Azrael] Is obviously hiding something- YoU HaVe YoUR OpiniOn AnD I HaVE MinE.

[Insanity] Takes a human like form, her body seemingly made of nothing but light.  She's rather small compared to Azrael- You?  Having an opinion?  Careful, you may end up in trouble

[Azrael] IT IS MINE TO HAVE IF I PLEASE. YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES DEALS WITH MORTALS.

[Insanity] - This is true, but why make deals with mortals when you can make a deal with something more powerful

[Azrael] YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY AFFAIRS, AND EVEN LESS OF IT IS YOUR CONCERN. SLENDERS ARE TEDIOUS. THEY ARE HIDEBOUND AND OLD. I PREFER HUMANS. THEY ARE MUCH MORE INTERESTING WHEN THEY'RE NOT CONCERENED WITH BEING FOOD FOR NIGHTMARES.

[Insanity] - But that's what makes it fun- She reaches out a hand to touch the angel of death- Your eyes could be so much brighter

[Azrael] Watches as the sand gives under her feet, burying her to the ankles and preventing her from touching him- CAREFUL THERE. THE MEASURE OF SAND THAT HOLDS A GRUDGE INCREASES WITH YOUR OWN MISTEPS.

[Insanity] - They hold a grudge with those I help, not myself directly

[Azrael] Shrugs- MANY WOULD GLADLY CHOOSE MY COMPANY OVER YOURS.

[Insanity] - Then why do so many accept me?

[Azrael] FEAR. THEY FEAR WHAT LIES BEYOND THE SANDS. NOT UNDERSTANDING THAT ITS SHAPE IS OFTEN DETERMINED BY THE SOUL WHO APPROACHES.

[Insanity] Starts to laugh- They've faced you and survived!  It is those you cannot take that I claim as my children!

[Azreal] TAKE? YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME. LESSER DEATHS MAY TAKE GRIM PLEASURES IN DESTRUCTION, BUT I AM NOT AS SUCH. KEEP YOUR PETTY SCORES.

[Insanity] Flickers a bit brighter- But I also know that you know the one who has been taking my children from me

[Azrael] AND?

[Insanity] - I will get my children back, and I will take that one as well

[Azrael] Genuinely laughs, it's deep and mirthful, so utterly at odds with everything he is-

[Insanity] - You laugh? Then perhaps I should take one of yours as well

[Azrael] YOU DO AND YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT I GAVE HER IN RETURN FOR MY NEWLY FOUND INDEPENDANCE.

[Insanity] Scowls- Stay out of my way

-There's a distant rumbling in the distance-

[Azrael] Irritated glance- NOW YOU'VE DONE IT. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND STAY AWAY FROM THE DOCTOR AND THEIR LITTLE FRIENDS. I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE DEFENDING THEM.

[Insanity] - You think I don't know that?  Xophiel certainly surprised me with his flames in the one childs mate

[Azrael] Looks towards the noise- I ThInK HE's abouT TO suPrisE YOu  AgaIN.

[Xophiel] is in his titanic form and racing across the sand towards them, he's obviously furious-

[Insanity] Starts shifting to a larger form-

[Xophiel] Kicks out with one bare foot and punts Insanity hard into the distance- YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT SERVER!!!!

[Azrael] From below- HOW MATURE.

[spxderman-s]

Apple Fritters {Part 3}

{part 1} {part 2} 

word count: 2.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some swearing, some angst, more mentions of apple fritters, some PG sensuality

a/n: oooooohhh boy!! this one is probably my fav one i’ve written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! i can’t believe how much love Apple Fritters has gotten–i feel like it’s my child and im watching it grow lmao. you are all the reason i keep doing this, what keeps me writing!! i love each and every one of you guys. xxxxxx

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay 

Days flew by as you grew accustomed to your new life. The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. Pretty soon, August and September had bid you farewell, and October fell upon Queens in a blanket of falling leaves, cloudy skies, and crisp autumn air.

You didn’t have any more encounters with Spider-Man after that odd evening, but that didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him–or how he knew where you lived. You felt oddly drawn to the masked stranger, you longed to know the truth about his identity and his story. Did he know where everyone lived, in a protective vigilante way? Or was he just another creep, who happened to beat up bad guys on the side? But the one question that constantly burned the brightest in the back of your mind–who was he? You had kept the encounter to yourself, not confiding in your new friends just yet. You didn’t want to sound insane.

You were acing all of your classes, staying on top of your work as usual. You were the perfect student. Impressive test scores every single time, and your teachers were beginning to notice. Soon, most of your superiors had joined the growing list of people who encouraged you to join the Academic Decathlon team.

“I get stage fright easily!” you protested to Peter and Ned one day in the quad during lunch. The three of you sat in a circle on the grass, enjoying the chilly weather.

“You can’t even see the audience with all the lights that shine on you,” Ned urged, flipping through a comic. “Peter–tell her!”

You looked at Peter–who had become somewhat distant since the day he walked you home. He no longer walked you to your apartment, but rather the corner street where you parted ways. He was always in a hurry to be somewhere else. You were still reeling from that tender moment you shared with him, still feeling the fire his fingertips left behind on your skin when he softly grazed your cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about him either, or the way you suddenly felt very shy around him, or how his beautiful brown eyes looked when the sun caught them.

He looked absolutely worn down today–dark circles under his eyes, falling asleep, and wincing every time he moved, like he worked his muscles too hard the day before. You grew increasingly worried about him. When he didn’t respond to Ned’s right away, you quickly changed the subject.

“Do you guys want to come over to my place after school and study for a little while?” you asked, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around as a crisp breeze blew through the quad, shaking the red and yellow leaves from the trees.

“I’m free,” Ned said excitedly. “I’ve never seen your house.”

You grinned, looking at Peter in question. “What about you, Parker Pete?” Your nickname for him hung in the air.

Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I wish I could, but I’ve got the–my–my internship with Stark Industries.”

You bit your lip and turned your gaze away from him. “Yeah–yeah, it’s totally okay. I understand.” But you look like you seriously need a day off from that.

Before you could say another word, Ned broke the silence. “I could bring over my PS4, and we can play some video games!”

“I asked for you guys to come over to study,” you laughed, playfully pushing him over. “But bring it anyways–just in case.” You stole another glance at Peter, who was staring off into space, not paying any attention at all. The bell rang out across the quad, and he was the first one up and walking briskly back to his class without a hint of a goodbye. You stared after him, an unwelcoming feeling of anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s his problem?” you grumbled to Ned, standing up and brushing yourself off. “He was fine a few months ago–but now…he’s a totally different person.”

“He really is under a lot of pressure with his internship,” Ned replied. “Don’t take it too personally.”

“I just thought that he…that we…” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why were you crying?

Ned put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the main building. “Don’t stress about it, [Y/N]. Peter is…complicated. He’ll come around again.”

It was nearly midnight, hours after Ned had left your house after studying for a quick minute, and then spending the rest of the time playing videogames together. You wrapped yourself in a thick blanket, stole out through your window onto the cramped fire escape, and sat in solitude. You had brought your Biology textbook with you, to get some actual studying in, the light from your room filtering out over the pages. But you still couldn’t concentrate.

Your mind was swimming with thoughts of school, how Peter was acting, and trying to figure out Spider-Man’s deal. Your fingers restlessly drummed on the open page to the book, until you let out an exasperated sigh and closed your eyes.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you answered the call with a weak, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]? It’s Peter.” Speak of the devil.

Your eyes immediately opened. “Peter–hey��I….what’s up?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing how ridiculous you sounded.

“I’m sorry to call so late–I didn’t wake you up or anything, did I?” His voice sounded strained.

“No, no, I was still awake,” you replied. “Are you alright?”

There was a moment of silence before he answered. “Uh–not exactly….but I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m actually in your neighborhood–could I stop by for a second? Just–just to say hi.”

This was very strange. But he sounded like he needed help with something. “Of course, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”

You let him in when he arrived, noticing a very slight limp in his step. Putting a finger to your lips, he nodded and you bother entered your apartment, sneaking very quietly back into your room. He collapsed at your desk, sighing in relief.

“Peter,” you started, sitting on your bed across from him. Before you could finish what you were about to say, you noticed the purple, mottled bruises across his cheekbone. A few more peeked out from underneath his grey sweatshirt along his neck. “Peter, what the hell happened to you?”

He gave a weak smile. “Sorry–a guy got tough at the ATM this afternoon. I just got in his way.”

“I thought you were at your internship this afternoon?”

“I…I was,” he stammered. You knew he was lying through his teeth.

“You need to tell me what exactly is going on with you,” you demanded, crossing your arms. You could feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t look like one guy beat you up, you’re tired and slow every day now, you’re falling behind in your classes….” You bit your lip and looked away, silently cursing your emotions as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “I thought….I thought we had something, but–but everything you’re doing is telling me otherwise.”

Taking a shaky breath, you furiously wiped away your sorrow. Looking up at him, he was staring at you with those eyes….those damn, beautiful brown eyes–with a crushed, pained look on his face. His mouth was opened slightly, frozen, not knowing what to say.

“Please say something,” you whispered. When he didn’t–he just kept looking at you with that scared, horrified expression–you stood up angrily with your hands balled in fists.

He looked up at you, defeated. “[Y/N]….I can’t tell you. Just please–please trust me when I tell you that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired.” Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if in prayer. “In the few months that we’ve known each other, I feel like I can….I can be myself around you. I don’t have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I’m not. I feel–I feel safe when I’m near you….you have this aura, this presence–something about you that I’m just drawn to.”

You stared at him, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. Was he…confessing his feelings for you? You were speechless for a moment, until the anger and frustration sank back into your chest. “After all this time, all these days and weeks and months of wondering what you could possibly be going through, this is all you have to say? After putting not only me–but also Ned–through this unnecessary bullshit? We’re both worried sick about you, Peter. You can’t just change the subject and–and–”

He lurched forward out of your desk chair, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your cheeks. Before you could register what the hell he was doing–his lips were softly kissing yours. Completely and utterly taken aback, your hands fell to your sides. Your eyes closed, your heart was racing, and you gave in to the kiss–your hands sliding up and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You were enveloped in him, his scent smelling of musk with a hint of cocoa, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

You could tell he was trying to figure out how to kiss you as he went, his hands gripping your waist at first, but moving to the small of your back a few moments later.

He pulled back, all too soon. Your eyes opened slowly, to see him looking at you with a stunned expression on his face, his soft lips swollen from the kiss.

Peter took a step back, beginning to panic. “I am so sorry–I didn’t mean to–that was….that was crossing a line–”

“Peter….Peter, stop!” You reached out, your fingers gently tracing the bruise on his cheekbone, silently wishing you could take all of his pain away in one second. He froze, leaning into your touch with a relieved sigh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you that day on the subway,” he murmured, sending shocks of electricity to your very core.

“Me too,” you admitted with a laugh.

Peter leaned in towards you again, brushing your lips very softly. “I gotta go–although I really don’t want to….I’ll see you again soon.”

“Two apple fritters, please,” Peter politely asked the man working the bakery stand. After paying him and receiving the pastries, he handed one to you with a smile. “Now my debt is paid.”

You let out a laugh. “I guess now we’re even, Parker Pete.”

The two of you began to strolling along together, hand-in-hand, enjoying the brisk October weekend. It was nearly dusk, the lights of Queens beginning to twinkle in the dimming night sky. The two of you had a long talk about what happens next the night Peter had kissed you, about prioritizing everything correctly. You both agreed to keep your newfound relationship on the low, spending time together on the weekends–Peter had his internship during the week still, and you began to understand the importance and secrecy of it.

You enjoyed every minute you spent with Peter, your life finally feeling like it was back on track again. But you were dying to know all about his internship–you learned that Tony Stark was a genius, a billionaire, and philanthropist who doubled as the superhero known as ‘Iron Man’, a secret he came out to the press about. Peter gushed all the time about working under Mr. Stark, but he always kept it strictly confidential–and you were starting to get curiouser and curiouser.

“So,” you asked as you both walked together, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t tell me anything about your internship? Like, not even a tiny little detail?”

Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], you know how the rules are. I wish I could tell you, though.”

You knew not to push, but you couldn’t help it. “Do you work with that high-tech alien junk I saw in the news?”

His smile slowly disappeared. “You know I’m not allowed to say.”

“I know, I know,” you whined, giving up. “Top secret stuff.” 

A crash and a shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking up, you both saw three men clad in all black, complete with black ski masks, holding a poor shop owner hostage in his floral store a few blocks down.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, pulling out your phone. “I’m calling the police.”

Peter let go of your hand, taking off in a sprint towards an alley. “Call them! I’ll be right back!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Peter, stop!” you cried out, taking a step forward. “Where are you going?! Peter!”

He disappeared around the corner, shouting again, “I’ll be right back!”, leaving you standing there, utterly stunned and speechless that he would just leave you there, stuttering out a few words to the 911 operator on your phone. His words echoed in your mind. 

A group of people began to crowd across the street, watching the three robbers. You pushed past them, hearing the sirens in the distance–but you knew the robbers were going to get away before they arrived. Looking around, you had to do something.

“Hey!” you shouted, running full speed towards the three robbers. You had some pepper spray in your purse, and you quickly pulled it out, spraying the man closest to you right in the eyes. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees, clutching his burning eyes. The second man was stuffing cash from the register into a bag, and the third was holding the shop owner by the collar.

“Well, well, well,” the second man said, his voice sending chills down your spine. “Looks like we got a little hero.” He tossed the bag of cash to his partner, and moved quickly towards you.

Before he could take a step further, before you could blast him with the pepper spray, a flash of red and blue appeared and knocked him out with a swift kick to the face. The last man holding the shop owner dropped the bag of cash and tried to run, only to be stopped with one of Spider-Man’s web shooters.

Once the shop robbers were incapacitated, Spider-Man turned to you almost angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he bellowed, stabbing a finger at you. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

Your mouth opened in a shocked O, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. “I–I was only trying to help, the police were never going to make it in time–”

The masked hero shook his head. “[Y/N]–don’t do that again.”

“How do you know….” Before you could finish your question, Spider-Man ran out of the shop, and disappeared into the city with a few swings from his web shooters. You were completely shocked, and right back where you once were–who was Spider-Man?

The police asked some questions, took some notes, and turned you loose. Breathing heavily, you exited the growing crowd and immediately pulled out your phone, dialing Peter. He didn’t answer, so you left a very quick and angry voicemail.

“Peter Parker,” you growled into the phone. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

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MATS HUMMELS INTERVIEW FOR L’OFFICIEL HOMMES DEUTSCHLAND

MATS HUMMELS 

World Champion, Werbestar, "Wuschelkopf" ... The 28-year-old football profi often grows beyond himself. He goes fashionably with time - even when it comes to watches.

When Mats Hummels enters the Fotostudio, he has won the multi-headed team within seconds. The typical tension before the shoot gives way to a relaxed mood. Although his 1.91 m size and the athletic figure does not facilitate the styling, he is happy with the look selection. Neither attitudes nor attitudes, but charm and character - a connection that creates a positive charisma with the winner of the world champion, one can hardly escape. Fashion Editor Lorena  Maza puts it to the point: "a guy!" 

LOH With your hair dyeing action after a lost bet you have made headlines: The Süddeutsche Zeitung titled " Neuester Blondinenwitz" and  wrote of the "Heino der Bayern-Abwehr". 

MATS HUMMELS Oh, it's all over again. I personally was however surprised by the giant echo, which triggered the blond hair. Meanwhile, they look normal again. 

LOH We do not want to be hair-splitting, but the hairstyle is a topic, and the SZ  calls you in the same course also "sex symbol". 

MATS HUMMELS My hairstyle is not so important to me. In the morning, when I go to workout, the first ones to see my hair are, yes, just my fellow-games. And during training, I often pull a cap over it.

LOH As often as you speak in interviews about "Privy Councilors" ... 

MATS HUMMELS No, I am more likely to be concerned with it than to deal with it myself. And I only put in the secrets of the council, because they are easily available. 

LOH Is there a family disposition? 

MATS HUMMELS I am very similar to my papa from hair growth. Luckily he still has enough hair today. What makes me very confident for the future.  

LOH  Your mother has cited you as a fan of Zinédine Zidane, on the occasion of the World Cup 2006. He has no problems with his hair ... 

MATS HUMMELS ... because he has none. This can indeed keep a lot of problems from one (laughs). 

LOH  Her mother, Ulla Holthoff, was the footballer of TV station DSF (today Sport 1) ,  her father's youth coach at Bayern Munich. Is the key to your sovereign appearance in this professional stress field of your childhood? 

MATS HUMMELS In the F-youth one does not get with it. Since I've just walked the ball like any other 6-, 7-year-old. 

LOH Your special family constellation must, however, have occupied you. On the one hand loving parents - and then two professionals, who know the sport inside and outside perfect. 

MATS HUMMELS It was not clear to me that this was something unusual. I had no comparison. For me, I always wanted to play football. So if I had the choice of kicking a tournament at the age of 12, instead of going on a skiing holiday, then I did it - and I only followed the family later. And it did not even have to be a ball, but only a little round, and I already kicked it. Therefore, it was also not conscious about the motto: I have to do this or that to become a professional. The fun of this sport brought me there. 

LOH Was that even when his own father suddenly became his own coach in Bavaria's B-youth? Was it still fun? 

MATS HUMMELS That was indeed difficult. Because he treated me harder than the rest of the team, so that no one could ever think that he would prefer his son. And at 14, you're a little rebellious. I was used to living at home, and I was also able to say clearly if I did not like something - that's what I did in my training. So we lived on the square a complete father-son relationship, which was very emotional. But in hindsight it helped me, because he always changed me for example with a yellow card because of annoying. As an educational measure. He did not do that with any other player. And I still have not gotten a yellow card because of me. 

LOH But so wise one judges only with the look of a mature man, at that time it was certainly different. 

MATS HUMMELS It  was really a difficult constellation for both sides. I found this terrible. He even changed me after only one minute. That must be imagined. Because I had gotten yellow because of complaints. After a minute!

LOH In an interview in the SZ- Plattform "jetzt", you explained in 2007 that you wanted to create the Abi. If you look at your career, is the school drop at 18 your only loss?

MATS HUMMELS After I signed my first professional contract with FC Bayern, I wanted to go through it up to the Abi, but then had so bad marks that it would have been really hard to make it. So I then fully put on the football card. A difficult decision, but one that I had to meet then.

LOH There you sit your 12 1/2 years in the school, is shortly before ... 

MATS HUMMELS  This is what I am most concerned about. More than eight years at the Gymnasium, and then no Abitur. I could have given me at least three-quarters of a trio. 

LOH eloquence  seems you indeed to be congenital. Did you notice early that you can just articulate? 

MATS HUMMELS I like to talk about topics for which I am interested. I could talk about football for a long time - theoretically - because I have the knowledge, the memory and the energy for it. 

LOH Your mother calls you "Leseratte", even the intelligent comics - so Lucky Luke and Asterix - mentions them ... 

MATS HUMMELS  Oh, are these the intelligent comics? I did not know that. But I have also read LTBs ( Disney Funny Pocket Books ). Massively. Meanwhile, I prefer crime or biology. By Andre Agassi or Dirk Nowitzki ... 

LOH Is the attraction for you to compare yourself with the athletes? 

MATS HUMMELS Not at all. But from such athletes I know more about what they do on the pitch - but not the story behind them. What motivated her, what motivated her? Or what it is like for me - just the incredible fun of my sport? 

LOH  This fun is the reason that you do not crack underpressure easily from your lips. Because you have problems directly with yourself before you allow others to do it. 

MATS HUMMELS Yes, definitely. For that I am aware that when I do something wrong, I am talking about it myself. Even in the square (laughs). 

LOH Can you find friends as a player in the professional sport, or is everyone just an I-AG? Where there is nothing more than the business interest to have success together? 

MATS HUMMELS Part one of your question I can answer clearly: I have found through the football friends, who will hopefully accompany me for many years. Part two I see this way: If a player has a personal success in mind, in my opinion does not mind, if the team at the same time profit. There are also players who pay attention firstly to the overall strength of a team - both humanly and sportily - and it does not matter if they are doing well on their own. 

LOH  How was return after eight years at Borussia Dortmund to Bayern? Was it a home? 

MATS HUMMELS On a private level it was that. Munich is now my home, there I have a circle of friends since the youth. But at Vereinsebene, the phrase "Heimkommen" would not do justice to what I felt in Dortmund and what the team gave me there for years. Nevertheless, FC Bayern is still familiar with their colleagues. 

LOH How do you deal with it when you read something or experience something that annoys her insanely? 

MATS HUMMELS I find it terrible when consciously writing something wrong or even inventing it. It is often seen that words are turned a little bit and put into a different context. Or even, which one with the phrase "sensible" is put something indirectly in the mouth - there becomes borderline. 

LOH In the Trump era there are no lies, but only "alternative facts". 

MATS HUMMELS Yes (laughs) ... but if really deliberately lied, then I am against it. 

LOH Many of you are surprised that you have stayed in Germany so far. They had English performance, there were options. 

MATS HUMMELS I'm not consciously staying here. It has been so far that I have thought about each year anew, on what I like what I want to make. In short, I wonder where I could be happiest at the time. 

LOH Your advantage is that you are relieved of this feel-good factor. Because it is astonishing that money or material goods do not play a major role in any of your interviews. On the contrary. 

MATS HUMMELS Money? I do not know what to ask. Because I am not particularly conspicuous cars around the area or run in extroverted outfits. 

LOH Cosmopolitan  recommends you women for erotic fantasies, the SZ calls you sex symbol and GQ has you portrayed just twice big in fashion. Since you are now already inconspicuous, as you are perceived in the public ... 

MATS HUMMELS If you had seen me at 16, you would never have had the idea that I could be positive with fashion. It has evolved over time. 

LOH  They wear understatement rather than statement pieces. 

MATS HHUMMELS Definitely . I do not wear things that have multiple colors. Also no wild patterns. My brother is the complete opposite: I used to call him "rainbow" because he always carried such colorful things. 

LOH At 28 you are not a "rockie" anymore. What are your goals? WM 2018, EM 2020: Think so far? 

MATS HUMMELS Yes. 2018, 2020 I will still play in any case. But will I still be there at the World Cup 2022 - or even 2024, if the European Championship takes place in Germany? My God, I would be in the middle of 30. If I still play, the body makes the with, how well do I play then? Actually acute these questions are not yet for me. 

LOH From years to minutes: What about your sense of time on the pitch - do you know intuitively: now a minute has passed? 

MATS HUMMELS No, I have no feeling for that. Sometimes I have so much strength that I think after 40 minutes, it's only 20 past. But then there are days, I hope that already 40 minutes are played, although only 20 rum are - so I am then broken. 

LOH Jérôme Boateng has told us in the interview how deeply his relationship in the field is to you - and that at the 2014 World Cup always could rely on each other. How important and helpful is this familiarity? 

MATS HUMMELS It's already very good when you have the back of the head: I could be weak today, and my fellow players can compensate for this. Then one can say also times: "People, today is with me the worm in it. Look, you double-hedge me. "Fortunately, this is very, very rare. But in the final of the 2014 World Cup, I had big problems with my knee. I said to Jérôme, "I can not walk any more. I do not know why I'm still on the pitch. You have to protect me. "Has then worked quite well ... 

LOH There is a sentence that plays a role in your life: "Only one who goes his way, no one can overtake."

MATS HUMMELS: Did I say that? He was put into my mouth (laughs) ... 

LOH No. Your father should have given you this as a lifeless experience. 

MATS HUMMELS In football, this sentence hits me completely. To solve things in my way and not always to go the given way. I think this is the key to the way I have found myself and my way of playing. By imagining my ideal image of football. From then on, I worked in training and in the game in the way it was right in my eyes. Even if a coach says, "Do not go to risk now." Sometimes I do it anyway, if I think it's the best for the moment. This attitude led me into the national team and to titles. Often, I intuitively do what I believe will help the team at this moment. It may not always be what is viewed from the outside - but I believe,