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I made a BSD fic

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THE GIRL FROM THE CROSSROADS.

AUTHOR NOTE! just thought of this @somnolenthour, what do you think? i haven't seen any writing with this plot yet and feel like it would slap in a fic <3 P.S.S. plz, don't send me hate for this. ( i know and fully acknowledge the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. ) i'm just sharing a idea that popped in my head to a friend cuz dm messages ain't enough.. pairing: Remmick x Crossroad Demon! Reader prompt : There's far worse things lurking in the dark than Remmick. word count: 1, 000+ words

There was always folklore and stories that rumbled around of men selling their souls to a crossroad demon⎯for fame, money, power. Hell, even stupid shit like an extra three inches downstairs. It was meant to be a warning, an omen to never strike a deal with evil or else you’d pay a unpleasant price. Of course, as time past, roads being renamed, and demon deal’s became less and less made⎯a demon had to evolve with the times. It was in your nature of course.

At first, it was changing the way you looked⎯choosing more appealing and comforting appearances to lurk them in⎯someone who looked like their Mother, someone they loved, someone they lost, someone they lusted for. Then, came the wandering just a little from the crossroad to make a deal⎯dive bars being built on back roads and crossroads became a gold mine. The final change was how the deals were made. You couldn’t just bluntly make a deal anymore. People weren’t coming to you already knowing what they were stepping into. So, you went to them. 

The Juke Joint. Now, it was the perfect place to make deals. The people. They came here to dance, to drink, to gamble, to lust, to have fun. No one would bat an eye if you made a deal under the guise of playful banter during a card game. Humans..they were just so stupid, so trusting, so wanting to connect with one another, too willing to see the good in each other. It wasn’t hard to blend in. You were once human and could fake emotions, the fake connections that they sought out within each other. It was a bonus that it was close to a crossroad, any deal would be valid and hard to break. 

Leaning back in your seat, you fake a groan of displeasure, dropping down your cards. The table letting out scoffs and protests. You had been playing for hours, meticulously feeding them rounds of gin and packs of cigarettes to loosen them up. Tucking back a strand of hair from your face, you cross your legs, pulling down your skirt to maintain a false sense of modesty. 

You’d been playing the role of some poor maid for some stuck up hotel, just wanting to play a card game after a rough week. Shifting your eyes to each man, you had yet to make a deal, waiting for the right moment to steer the conversation in that way. It had to be natural, so natural that they would forget how the conversation even started in the first place. 

"Oh, that ain't fair! That some bullshit!"

“Read em’ and weep boys. I do believe that is my third royal flush, now.” You joke, grabbing the pile of cash from the center of the table.

“How the hell did ya’ do that?” 

“Ya’ know, I've been playing this game for a long time. How the hell am I getting my ass handed to me by a girl half my damn age?” 

Shaking your head with a fake chuckle, you slide your cards down to Bo Chow, letting him shuffle them. Lingering your eyes on him, you knew that you wanted him, he had more openings to make deals on than the others at the table. His wife, his daughter, his shop. Plus, he was on his third cigarette of the night, he was all loosened up. Taking a sip of your glass of gin, there was no taste to it, your tastebud's dead from years of never touching food or drinking. You fake a grimace, pretending like it gave a burn as it went down.

“Say, I’ll tell ya’ what, how about you and I make a deal, hm?” You smile friendly, “Let’s say, a ten year deal, just for now. Unless you wanna make it shorter.”

“About what?”

“I help ya’ expand the shop, get more profits in. Won’t that be good for Grace and ya’ little girl?” You hums, "Think about it. Better life for them, get to stick to em' snobs in town."

“What do you get from it?”

“A good feeling in my gut for making a good deal, and I’ll collect what is due later on. Don't ya' worry about it right now.” You extend your hand out to shake, “What ya’ say, hm? Shake on it?”

Gnawing at the inside of your cheek with your teeth, you try to be patient, to let him think it over, to not show your restlessness. But, it was hard to do so. It was like there was an insatiable itch spreading throughout your body, the only cure being a deal. Tasting blood in your mouth, you swear sweat started to trickle down your temple, the anticipation nearly killing you for a second time. You needed this deal. Fuck, you needed it so badly. 

You needed it like a sinner needed church, like an alcoholic needed liquor. You needed him to shake your hand, to say those sweet little words, ‘I accept’. You’d get on your knees and sob, beg, say whatever he wanted to hear to get him to accept it. Zoning in on his hand, he puts down the playing cards, fingers drumming over the table. Thump. Thump. Thump. Was it your heartbeat or the sound of his fingers drumming, you didn't know, didn’t care.

“Ten years?” He raises a brow, humming.

“Mm-hm, I’ll see ya’ in ten years from now. You’ll know when I’m coming, so don’t fret on it.” You smile, “I just wanna help ya’. I seen how good ya’ are, providing for ya’ family. Help me help ya’ provide so much more for them.”

“I..” He hesitates, reaching his hand out to yours.

You could feel his fingertips brush against yours, the hairs on your whole body stand alert. Yes. Yes. Yes. He pauses, as if thinking over what you had just said. Come on, Bo. Don’t fail you now. Nodding his head as he grins slowly, he leans forward in his seat to reach your hand better, the glimmer in his eyes clear that he was accepting. Come on, say those sweet little words, ‘I accept’, and all was done.

“Bo, we leavin’. Finish ya' game up.” Grace cuts in, causing his hand to pull away at the last second. 

“But⎯” He tries to protest, but still complies with her order.

“We leavin’ now.” She argues, making your recoil back.

No. No. No. That bitch. That vicious little bitch. She was cheating you out of a deal. Holding back the urge to lunge forward and rip her throat out with your nails, you let out a soft nervous chuckle, the persistent itch returning back. You needed this deal. Fuck, you were gonna make this happen. 

“Bo, what about our deal?” You stand up with him, “I’ll give ya’ what I earned tonight, and plenty more tomorrow. Ya’ just need to accept.”

“I can’t, ya’ know how Grace gets when I keep her waiting⎯” He tries to protest, but you cut him off.

“Come on, now, just shake on it, accept it.” You try to pressure, “Before ya’ go. Ya’ can’t just leave me hanging here.”

“Bo!” Grace calls, her voice stern.

“Look, how about you come around tomorrow at the store and we talk, hm?” He shakes his head, leaving you behind.

“Ya’ can’t just walk out of deal like that⎯” You shake your head, desperation seeping in. 

Clenching your jaw tight enough to make your teeth crack, your eye twitches, nails digging into the palms of your hands. It took everything in your willpower to not explode, to burn the whole damn Juke Joint down to the ground and make deals to save their lives as they burnt. You wanted to deal with him. Married men⎯good men⎯like him were always the sweetest to trick and oh so rewarding when you collected. Sucking in air through your teeth, you abandon the table, leaving the cash behind. You didn’t need it, you had no use for human money. You needed their souls.

“Aww, shame, he had to leave. Was just about to start another game..”

“You can always play with me.” 

“No, no.” You shake your head, “No need, I’m done playing for the night.”

Walking out one of the open back doors without a second glance, you kick a rock hard, running fingers through your hair. A frustrated grunt escapes your lips, anger so hot it makes your blood boil. You needed a new plan. A better one. You couldn’t wait until sunrise to make one. 

“Stupid fuckin’ little bitch!” You curse under your breath, “Fuckin’ up my god damn deal!”

A beat of silence fills the air, crickets softly chirping. 

“I oughta’ gut her and feed her god damn heart to her!”

Taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself, you pace back and forth, mind spiraling to try to find who else to target. You could try a drunk in the parking lot. Fuck, maybe Stack or Smoke. Nah, those boys were too smart for their own good. Maybe, Mary? Play on her feelings for a while.The sound of a twig snapping, halts another string of curses from escaping your lips. 

Snapping your head in direction of it, your eyes flash a pitch black, senses on high alert. Something was out here with you. Tilting your head to the side, the shadows of the night were enough to hide your eyes, making it look like a trick of the lack of proper light. A man emerges from the woods, banjo in hand, eyes glowing a dark red. A little vampire, how pathetic. 

“Back off, buddy. This is my joint.” You snap back, voice harsh. 

“Now, now, no need to be rude, Miss.” He chuckles, drool trickling down from the corner of his lip.

“Oh, but I have plenty of reasons to be.” You sass back provokingly, “Why don’t you tap dance your way back to where you came from, buddy? These suckers are mine tonight.” 

“Now, that’s not kind.” He forces a smile, the darkness clear in his tone.

“Neither is stalking my prey for the night. So why don’t you scram, before I have to make you uglier than you already are.” You mocking motion from him to walk away.

You didn’t like his kind, the undead. Not because of some stupid superiority complex or anything like that. But, because he was of no use to you. No soul, no deal. No deal, no use to you. Hearing two more footsteps come from around the corner, you don’t flinch, amused by their little attempts to intimidate you. You’d lived a thousand lives before this one, they were babies compared to what you’ve endured⎯what you’ve seen. A slow grin spreads on your lips, hands twitching at your side.

“You..You ain’t living, are ya’?” 

“Me?” You chuckle tauntingly, “Oh, honey, you’ve got no clue what else lurks in the dark alongside ya’, do ya’, hm?”

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once again, plz, don't send me hate for this. ( i know and fully acknowledge the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. )

i'm just sharing a idea that popped in my head to a friend cuz dm messages ain't enough..

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family B-Side (6)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

Hi it's been a fucking minute since I updated this one orz thank you so much for your patience, y'all

Anyway, this fic was line-jumped, and it's one of two jumps I received on kofi. If you'd like to learn more about line-jumping your favorite series, you can read this post

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As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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The first time Steve got expelled, his father picked him up from school while his mother stayed to chat with the principal. He was twelve at the time, confused about what he'd done wrong, and feeling validated by his father's ecstatic praise of his initiative.

He'd wound up in Grandmama's kitchen, sitting cross-legged on the island while Wednesday added spider legs to a mixing bowl. Fester had gone off the find Gomez after telling Wednesday to keep an eye on Steve. She'd immediately turned away after Fester left the room.

"So," she said, idly stirring, "you've been expelled. What for?"

"I brought rattlesnakes to class."

"Why?"

"We were learning about snakes. I thought the teacher would appreciate live examples."

"How many?"

"Twenty seven. One for each student."

"Did they bite anyone?"

"No," Steve said, frowning and not bothering to conceal his disappointment at the fact.

"That's a shame."

Steve nodded, watching Wednesday for a few minutes before asking, "What are you making?"

"A cake for Joel."

"Why?"

"He insists on celebrating our anniversary."

"What kind is it?"

"Cinnamon with walnuts."

Steve thought for a moment, trying to figure out why that specific combination sounded familiar. Finally, he said, "I thought Joel was allergic to those."

"He is allergic to many things," Wednesday said, looking over her shoulder to smirk at Steve. "But especially cinnamon and walnuts."

"How come you're making it then?"

"To make sure he remembers how breathless I made him when we first met."

Steve thought that might be one of the most romantic things he's ever heard. He carefully filed the idea away in the back of his mind, hoping he'd one day find someone with an allergy severe enough to use it.

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Eddie can't stop looking at Steve's parents, his gaze moving between the two as he tries to figure out how the fuck they ended up together. He feels like someone is about to jump out and tell him he's on a prank show. What else could describe the sheer polar opposite natures of Steve's parents?

Debbie looks exactly like the kind of woman who'd live in a Barbie Dream House: blonde, perfect makeup, pastel dress, the refined air that just hovers around her. Fester, however, looks like he belongs next door. Eddie had noticed how pale he was the first time they met, but he's positively corpse-like now that Steve and Debbie are around for comparison.

He'd almost believe Steve wasn't their child if not for the fact that Eddie can see every way he is. Steve might look like Debbie on the outside, but he's undoubtedly an Addams on the inside. He has Debbie's fashion sense and air of elegance. his eyes get the same crazed light sometimes that Fester's do when Debbie speaks, and the words they speak are similar.

"Eddie," Debbie says, snapping him out of his thoughts. At some point, he'd started staring at Steve, and he feels his cheeks flush at getting caught. "Steve tells me you play guitar. Did you recently learn?"

Oh. Eddie feels his shoulders relax some at the familiar topic. "My mom taught me when I was younger. She used to play for me whenever I had nightmares."

"She doesn't play for you anymore?" Debbie asks, spearing a piece of chicken with her fork.

"Oh, uh, she died a few years ago," Eddie says, smiling apologetically for such a downer of a topic. "Cancer, you know."

"That must have been excruciating," Steve says, a soft sigh accompanying his words, and Eddie isn't sure if he's sympathetic or jealous.

Debbie nods as she inspects her chicken closely before putting it in her mouth, her eyes narrowing slightly as she chews. "I said no poisoning the food, dear," she says, looking at Fester with a somewhat strained smile.

"Aww, it's just a nightshade reduction, Mother. We didn't even put any on Eddie's plate," Steve says.

Now that Eddie is actually paying attention, he realizes the dark sauce drizzled across their chicken is missing from his own. "Why don't I have any?" he asks, figuring it can't really be a nightshade sauce.

"You haven't worked your way up to nightshade yet," Fester explains, his eyes lighting up as he adds, "But don't worry! We're getting you started with just a dash of chalk in your rice."

Eddie blinks, glancing down at the half-eaten rice on his plate. He didn't notice anything weird about it, so maybe they're joking. But then he hears Debbie's put-upon sigh. "Fester, dear?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"I'd make you sleep in the doghouse, but you'd just enjoy it."

"Eddie doesn't mind, I'm sure," Steve says, looking at Eddie with a smile that makes his heart speed up and his palms sweat. "It's okay if you do, though. Just be honest."

"I don't mind," Eddie replies, wondering where the words come from. If he'd been anywhere else, with anyone else, he'd definitely be losing his mind over a light poisoning. Somehow, though, he can't bring himself to be that upset about it. Maybe, if he tries hard enough, he'll even build enough of an immunity to kiss Steve when he's wearing that raspberry lip gloss.

The blinding smile he gets in return eases any lingering doubts he might have. Steve leans close enough for their shoulders to brush, Eddie's skin tingling through the fabric of his sleeve. "We Addams are experts at acclimating people to poisons. You'll be enjoying nightshade in no time," he says, his voice light and reassuring like Eddie was somehow impatient.

And then, without thinking, Eddie's eyes glance down at Steve's lips. They have a suspicious sheen to them, and Eddie's only half-certain he's not imagining the artificial raspberry scent. "What, uh, what about raspberries?" he asks, the words tumbling out before he can stop them.

If anything, Steve's smile just gets wider. "I'm sure we can figure something out," he replies, his tongue briefly swiping across his bottom lip.

Eddie looks away and grabs his glass, gulping down half the water inside before he says anything monumentally stupid in front of Steve's parents.

"Steve, stop torturing Eddie. You know that's dessert conversation," Debbie says, her voice light and breezy.

Steve sighs and pulls away. "Sorry," he says, not looking the least bit apologetic at all. In fact, he even glances at Eddie again and smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and Eddie thinks he's about to die of thirst.

"Eddie," Fester says, mercifully giving him a reason to look away from Steve and try to gain some semblance of chill. "What are your interests?" Fester glances at Debbie, practically preening when she smiles and offers him a subtle, approving nod.

"Well, uh, music. I like heavy metal and play in a band. Dungeons and Dragons, too. I play that with my friends."

"Dungeons, you say?" Fester asks, suddenly looking more invested in the conversation. "What's your favorite kind? I'm partial to the French Revolution era dungeons myself."

"You just like the guillotines, Father," Steve says.

"Now that's an instrument of death. Nothing inspires fear like the glint of the blade in the sun, don't you think, Pumpkin?"

"Yes, dear, but you know I'm partial to electric chairs myself."

Steve leans closer again and says, "Mother nearly killed Father's family with electric chairs, you know."

"A splendid attempt it was," Fester adds, looking over with a bright smile.

Eddie glances between all of them, taking in their expressions and trying to figure out if they're being serious. He watches Debbie drag a carrot through dark sauce on her plate; he briefly looks into Fester's eyes and sees the manic joy lying in them; his heart speeds up at Steve's soft and contented smile. Eddie then glances around the dining room. He notes the shotgun placed on the wall with a little plaque beneath that reads "Attempt 12" in flourishing cursive. He looks at the window and sees the black, molded wood of the house next door. He thinks of Nox the spider and Kas the taxidermy rat and the ornate dagger and everything else he's found in his locker.

And he realizes something.

They're serious. They're all completely serious about everything. Steve and Fester weren't joking that first time he came over and they talked about the oven being big enough to fit him and a roast. Steve really has fought all of his siblings and was gifted a trident at his bar mitzvah. Pubert doesn't protect his kidneys.

Okay that last one maybe isn't as important, but it's one Eddie savors nonetheless.

He has two options here. One, he gets the hell out of dodge, makes some strained excuse to leave after dinner and avoids Steve in the hallways and hopes he doesn't wake up buried alive. Two, he embraces it, starts eating a little chalk with every meal, and lets Steve introduce him to whatever freaky shit will earn him another blinding smile.

"So, how did you two meet?" Eddie asks, looking at Fester and Debbie with a smile as he shovels more rice onto his fork.

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"I approve."

Steve blinks, and then his mother's words process, and he stands a little straighter. "That's good. Though, I would've been happy to follow in Romeo and Juliet's footsteps if you hadn't."

"You wouldn't even need poison," Fester says, his voice ringing from the kitchen as Steve helps his mother gather up dessert plates. "Just wear the raspberry stuff."

"No star-crossed suicides for you, mister," Debbie says, playfully tapping her finger against Steve's forehead. "Anyway, he's a very nice young man, and he adapted rather quick, don't you think?"

"He thought it was a joke before, but he doesn't think that now. And he didn't run away screaming!"

"Not that you would've minded, I suspect."

"Well, no," Steve agrees, flashing a grin as he puts the plates on the counter next to his father. He then pulls down Tupperware, ready to pack up the leftover chicken and rice.

"He seems like a tough nut to crack, but he's nearly there," Debbie says, leaning against the island with a thoughtful look. "I mean, he seemed ready to do whatever you said at the dinner table."

"Then why hasn't he done anything? Am I being too obvious? Should I play hot and cold?"

"No, I don't think that would work here."

"Just tell him," Fester suddenly says, looking at Steve as he washes a plate. "Wouldn't that be best?"

"Would it?" Steve asks.

Before Debbie can do more than snort derisively, Fester nods. "Just think about it, son. You tell him, but leave it all up to Eddie after that. He'll torture himself trying to build up the courage to even hold your hand, especially if you catch him when he's midway."

Steve can't help the way he lights up at the thought. "That's a great idea! Thanks, Father. I'm gonna go plan my confession right now," he says, disappearing from the kitchen not a moment later.

"When did you get so good at this?" Debbie asks, a little pride tinging her words. When Fester lights up, she decides to reward him that night with an extra ten minutes of cuddling before bed.

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Macklin Celebrini: an overview reading. (Plz lmk if you want something more in depth and detailed!)

Big three:

Sun: Gemini (identity) in ascendant

Traits:

- curious

- adaptable

- great communicator, very very social

- loves learning and sharing what he’s learned

- can get bored with routine

- unfocused, scattered

- charming, youthful

- lively

- very intelligent

- loves exploring and new experiences

- magnetic energy

- lasting impression

Moon: Capricorn (emotional nature)

Traits:

- Discpilned

- responsible

- hardworking

- ambitious

- practical

- emotionally unavailable/ reserved

- Seeks validation for his achievements

Rising: Gemini (how people perceive you)

Traits:

- charming

- witty

- informative/ intelligent

- engaging

- socially adept

- youthful/ energetic

- annoying

- talkative

- superficial

Planets and houses:

Mercury: Cancer at 15.81, in the second house: (communication, intentions, intelligence)

- empathetic

- intuitive

- influenced by previous experiences

- sensitive

- knows how to make money; very smart with money

- materialistic

- arrogant/ cocky

Venus: in Taurus at 17.55 in the 12th house (love, beauty, values in relationships)

In friendships:

- loyal/ reliable

- stability

- supportive

- often has to have similar activities/ hobbies in common

- Takes a while to warm up

- love language in friendships: acts of service

- generous

In romantic relationships:

- prefers long term commitment/ monogamous

- affectionate

- sensual/intimate

- takes things slow going into relationships

- generous

- prefers private relationships

- Can be stubborn and resistant to change

- Trouble opening up

- can idealize his partner

- possessive

This type:

- feminine

- artistic

- optimistic

- more dominant

- has more luxurious taste

- confident

Mars in Leo at 5.88 in the third house: (desires, energy, action):

- adventurous

- confident

- loves the spotlight

- passionate

- protective

- prideful

- expressive does well in competitive/ performance oriented spaces

Jupiter in Scorpio at 9.75 in the sixth house and in retrograde (wisdom, work):

- emotionally intelligent

- idealistic/sensitive

- focused on health/knowledgeable about health (interesting considering his dad is a doctor)

- intense

-focused/passionate

- charitable

- successful

Uranus in Pisces at 14.82 in the tenth house (activism, rebellion, individualism):

- empathetic/understanding

- intuitive

- likes understanding emotions, wants to challenge how you express your emotions

- unpredictable

- inspirational

- imaginative

- leader or trailblazer

- works in an unconventional/creative environment that’s unpredictable and changes a lot (perfect bc he’s a hockey player)

Neptune in Aquarius at 19.69 in the tenth house and in retrograde: (spirituality, beliefs):

- idealistic/ big dreamer

- progressive, loves community helping the community

- Big emphasis on equality and unity

- Humanitarian

- may work in a job that helps the community (or greater good) or that allows him to leave a mark and be inspirational.

- May set his own expectations too high

- Can get lost in his own head and begin to self doubt

Overall, Macklin is a lively, magnetic guy you want in any social circumstance. He really lightens up anywhere he goes, but can struggle with being emotionally reserved and putting on a front to hide any emotions he doesn’t want you to see. He has a big heart and cares a lot for others. He also cares a lot about his career and can sometimes develop a big ego if he’s not careful.

If you guys want a more detailed reading, please let me know bc this is just scratching the surface. Also lmk anyone else you want a reading for!

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@liam-and-alice-rant (blog for dumb rants)

@the-vinki-slugcat (fanmade blog of the vinki from rain world)

@anonymouse-the-anon (blog made bc of a silly in @dollking081 ‘s blog)

@crab-thief (gimmick blog where i steal crabs)

@thursday-frog (the frog of thursdays)

@toothpasteshadowpolls (poll blog where people vote between characters with white and blue color schemes vs red and black color schemes)

@stuck-in-the-tumb1r-code (try (and fail) to save this guy from the tumblr code! one of my only rules though is no godmoding or being too OP got that?)

@0dividedby1haha (post limit blog)

please don’t judge if i don’t reblog something or interact with something in the wrong way or if im not supposed to interact with it, my natural instinct is to like posts while looking at blogs and sometimes reblog, i might skim over a post or not look too close and im sorry for that, as for the reblog part i dont reblog posts that are reblog bait as often anymore as im not a big fan of reblog bait and don’t want my mutuals to have to see reblog bait

interests/fandoms/special interests (keep in mind this list is VERY INCOMPLETE and i plan on hopefully updating whenever i can): epithet erased (i do not support jelloapocalypse anymore after they made death threats aimed at the creator of the manga one piece), dandy’s world (i do not support rox), moshi monsters, yo-kai watch (my fav is ykw2 bony spirits), ni no kuni, pokemon, regretevator, skylanders, roblox, persona (currently playing q2 and persona 5, will move onto p3r after persona 5), bocchi the rock!, video essays (specifically video game ones), jjba, roblox pressure, among us, minecraft, fortnite, the nintendo wii u, the nintendo 3ds, dougdoug, the minecraft server hoobs live, bofuri, by the grace of the gods, kuma kuma kuma bear, hi-fi rush, lego marvel superheroes (the one on wii u with the cosmic bricks), lego dc supervillains, the lego movie, lego, music, the duck paradox, deltarune, undertale, and inscryption.

[rainthespiritual]

pt 1 , pt 2

Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill

summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!

sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."

His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.

You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,

"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.

"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.

"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.

"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.

"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.

It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..

"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.

"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.

"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.

"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.

"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.

"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.

"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.

"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.

"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.

"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.

" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.

you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.

"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.

"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.

"your house?" you gulp.

"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.

"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.

"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.

"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.

"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.

"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.

You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.

"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.

"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.

"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.

"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.

"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.

"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.

"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.

[smallishzine]

Just a small heads up, if you include shipping you may wanna make it clear that there are ships and what ships are there. A lot of people aren’t comfortable with shipping, especially since I’ve seen people say Joel thinks it’s a bit weird to be shipped with anyone other than Lizzie (needs to be fact checked, this is just what I’m seeing in boat boys comment sections). Maybe consider making the ship stuff a separate section or just telling people in advance (pinned post, bio, anywhere clear works) that it includes shipping so those who don’t like it can walk away.

important info about the zine plz read even if you didn’t send the ask:

thank you for the heads up! We’re about to get super rambly and vaguely off topic but we promise all your points get addressed. This is actually a great opportunity to clarify, because I realized I didn’t explain myself particularly clearly, if some one does choose to include shipping, its all going to have to be subtext (as always except for shadowbeans whose alternate ship name I still refuse to use), but that is for non-canon ships. Regardless of how people feel about it, c!Joel and c!Jimmy did in fact kiss in Real Life smp, and c!Joel and c!Sausage did in fact have a child together in esmp2, so we’re not gonna rewrite events. Basically when I say shipping in the context of this zine I mean taking relationships the c!Joel had with other people and creating moments that didn’t necessarily happen but feel plausible for the characters that are able to be interpreted as romantic as well as platonic. Also, everyone’s definition of ship art is different, so the level that I was thinking is pretty mild (and btw I’d like to interject here that this is not me dissing on shipping or ship art love shipping so much that I found a ship called the relation and I never left it, but I also know that people have all sorts of comfort levels with different things so this zine is going to be dry docked but I assure you that out there on my super secret personal blog we are very much lost at sea). Like, to give some examples of what would be okay versus not okay for the zine: kissing is pretty much off limits, honestly mostly because that’s a pretty boring zine piece, there’s nothing going on except the ship, but anything where any sort of romance is up to the interpretation, such as hugging, handholding, spending time with, these are all normal things, but also this can’t be the focus of the piece. Please no one just draw like Joel and someone hugging and call it a day. Implied shipping is allowed to feature in your piece, not be the main focus of it. That’s just not an interesting zine piece. Valid art/writing, still amazing stuff keep sharing it on the internet it’s very interesting, just not in the context of this zine. Anyway, you are correct about not everyone being comfortable with that stuff, so if any piece comes off as really shippy without violating the guidelines we’ll make sure to label it correctly, but also, I should make it clear, I’m really hoping that shipping doesn’t become the focus of this zine. It is a Joel zine, so Joel should remain the focus, and any shipping would be subtextual and not central to the zine. There are many great Joel ships out there with lovely content to consume, but that’s not really the focus of this zine. Also, that aside, if Joel doesn’t want his character (because we are talking about shipping cs here. Cc!Joel is a lovely person, but this zine is going to be in-character. Also while cc!Joel should absolutely be respected in what sort of fan content he wants people making about him, his character is, well, just that: a character. Its like saying you can’t ship two characters from an animated tv show because their irl voice actors aren’t comfortable being shipped. It’s just two different things) shipped with characters who don’t belong to his wife, he should probably stop making his c! kiss all those men. And have children with them. And send them love hearts in the mail. And call them babe. If he did it in canon it’s probably safe to say we’re good having them do it in fan content. But again shipping should be an extremely small part of the zine if it’s there at all and should be subtextual enough that even people who don’t ship can still positively engage with the zine!!! If it needs a warning, it’s probably too shippy.

also all this aside if I’m handling this wrong guys I’m sorry I’m only one person and it’s really stressful trying to please everybody I promise I’m trying my best but I just wanna get together with a bunch of other people who share this strange fascination with the bean man and make art and writing about it I don’t wanna get canceled or something I promise I’m trying my best. I’m really struggling to balance my love of creating shipping fan content and realizing that not everyone is comfortable with that and it’s really difficult and stressful I just can’t we all just draw and write what makes us happy I just want this to be a fun experience and being yelled at on the internet for drawing two characters who’s ccs aren’t in an irl relationship being something other than friends is not my definition of a good time. I’m not accusing you anon of doing anything like that the ask was very respectful but I’m worried this post will prompt less polite people to come and yell at me.

-mod Dinn

[partiallysame]

idk if im valid enough to put my opinion on price lil mister (?), im intersex and genderfluid, who prefer to read male!reader from time to time

also, im shy so ill put my thoughts in anon ask instead-

i lovee the oversized tshirt+undies combo, personally i like boxers more, coz brieffs often came with wedgies :/ and i often found myself discreetly shoving my hand down to fix it (bet Price love lil mister in brief for that reason tho lolol)

for smut, tbh it depends on the mood it set, dick sounds neutral, shaft sound softer (imo), and cock sound.. nasty in a hot way (loveee rimming, then licking the taint before playing with balls and go back and forth like that yum)

FAV COMPLIMENT!!!!

pretty lil thing is more than finee (even if the mister himself isnt little, could be taller than price but i still wanna be coddled ok sorry- daddy issue :( )

i never get ppl saying 'pretty boy' like its an insult, like no, plz call me your pretty boy. and baby.. darling.. O////O

i personally dont mind being a docile househusband at all (strictly for fictional men).

while i like to think im more than capable, ik i actually suck at shit. Yea sure i can fix stuff.. what do you mean its barely holding up, just dont touch it, if it works it works (like my programming). But i wont complain when hubby gave me that look (again with the daddy issue) before fixing it himself.

Watching him doing it is hot and all, but i like to be helpful by uh.. holding the light 🧍, and maybe asked him prettily to teach me how to do it properly ehhehehe

If I could give you my soul I would this was so helpful thank you. Also yes YOU ARE VAILID ENOUGH (always) TO ANSWER THIS. you and everyone else who is unsure of their input is wanted. It is very much so

[starlightshadowsworld]

I feel this bares saying but I don’t make prediction posts because I think they’re gonna be correct.

I love this current arc of Bungou Stray Dogs and I love speculating and making theories and sharing them.

My predictions are always just for fun. I don’t assume that any are going to be correct. Even if I’m like 99% sure and can’t see any other way.

This is a very unpredictable series and I love it for that. I love seeing how I would frame things and how Asagiri does.

Is it nice to be proven right? Absolutely. The validation? The let’s gooo! The people yelling at me in my comments.

It’s beautiful.

Is it also, because it’s Bungou stray Dogs, absolutely soul crushing to be right? Absolutely.

The validation? The…let’s…go? The people yelling at me in my comments.

It has on a few occasions been mildly annoying to be right like I knew Fyodor was coming back…sigh.

Being wrong also comes with its own kind of crushing irony too.

Nothing will ever beat that time I was like oh and then Gozen is gonna attack Kunikida or Junichiro and Atsushi will show up in time to block the sword strike.

Show up in time…ah.

My favourite response to my prediction posts is definitely this is so good but respectfully I don’t want any of this to happen.

I dunno if it’s an accomplishment that at times I’ve made sadder things happen in my predictions then in canon.

But I’ll take it as one.

Also given again how unpredictable things are I can go even wilder with things and it still won’t be as bizzare as what we get.

And I mean that with the highest honour one can bestow.

Just to add though if you ever see a prediction I make and wanna be like hey you got that right or wrong.

I welcome it I just ask that you guys wait until you’ve seen me post about the chapter.

I think it’s sweet that people get excited and wanna tell me but plz wait till I’ve read the chapter myself.

At least let me read my crimes before the tomatoes start flying.

[minzart]

Finally got around to listen to "I have no mouth and I must scream" and am yet to finish seeing a gameplay of the game but I love how the narration of the book makes AMs voice... well.. robotic, like it tecnicaly is to human ears, but so full of emotion in the game, the diference in media and in perspective is making me vibrate

Also one of AMs speech about how he literaly wants to fuck weirdly validated my aroace ass, a machine that has no means but wants anyway, and then there is me, having the means but absolutely zero want if I could I would get rid of it plz and thank you

Yes it is written by a human and wtv but the concept of it is really cool it scratched the right areas of my brain

Not something that I would recomend but it's cool, at least I read it by my own initiative than someone forcing me wich is a excelent bonus

[rmd-writes]

for the '24 in review plz 14, 28, & 30

hello!! thanks for the ask 😊

14. What were your go-to writing songs?

I don't really listen to music while I'm writing, unless I'm on the bus and then it's just whatever playlist I'm in the mood for to drown out the sounds of other people.

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

honestly, it takes a village. Fandom is a community and there is no way I'd have written what I have managed to write this year without being able to bounce ideas off friends, or sending them snippets and getting validation and encouragement back, having people beta read for me (or allowing me into their docs to beta read and cheer them on too). And all the times I've had to check what word Americans use for a particular thing, or for help titling fics, and, of course, actually co-writing and collaborating on fics!

I'm lucky enough to have a bunch of stellar people in my corner cheering me on and inspiring me - my ride or die @welcometololaland, @celeritas2997, @howtosingit, @lightningboltreader, @three-drink-amy (is tumblr still doing the weird thing where you can only tag 5 people in a paragraph?)

Also @kiwiana-writes, @indestructibleheart and my OGs @clottedcreamfudge, @everwitch-magiks, @indomitable-love,

And the people who've written fics that I've loved this year, because reading good fic is always inspiring and the people who've left lovely comments on my writing because the encouragement is everything 💖

30. What would you like to write next year?

There's a Tarlos [redacted] fic that Lola and I have been planning to co-write for a while now that we will hopefully write next year. That's the main thing on my list!

[2024 in review]

[soratonin]

sora when ur shoujo bf isagi longfic drops u will have to restrain me (pos) i will be ON IT like mouse @ cheese ………….. i’m so excited to read ur works in general since i haven’t had the chance to yet………. i knowwww it hits. also kissing u on ur kitty head your feelings are valid i am beating the negative ones up with a large hammer though 💞💞💞

ari my most beloved T__T !!!!! i gatekept this ask in my inbox for a bit to move my heart UR SO SWEET TO MEEEEEEEE ;v; <333 I APPRECIATE U SO MUCH MY FRIEND!!! ;___; thank u for sending this i really needed to hear it <333 and whenever the longfic does drop i do not expect u or anyone to read it PLZ LMFAOO but i love u so so bad for saying u would ..... T_T ur my sweetie pie ... ily .......

LET'S.... LET'S WRITE FOR OURSELVES... TOGETHER 🫴

[levichouphys]

My Musing of Ribbon - Ribbon in K64 Cutscenes and Other Official Material

So if you've ever read my fanfic "Star, Angel, Crystal" or seen my Kirby 64 fanart, you might've found out that I have a quite unconventional characterization of a certain cute fairy—Ribbon from Kirby 64. This post would be focus on how I see Ribbon in in-game materials, and perhaps one day I might talk about Ribbon's characterization in the fanfic itself.

Warning: This post would also include me screaming at a fictional character for being cute because we're talking about Ribbon.

Warning 2: This post isn't mean to invalidate other interpretation of Ribbon's characterization, but rather than me validating my own yee yee ass interpretation. We hug all flavors of Ribbon in Ribbon Land.

Warning 3: Please pray to our almighty Kirby 64 cutscenes before reading.

She is brave as hell, since she is the only fairy who didn't panic when Fire Nation Dark Matter invaded

LOOK AT MY GIRL

THAT DETERMINED NOD BEFORE SHE TOOK FLIGHT

Ribbon: (-`_´-)

Also she went into the portal almost first in all cutscenes except one (before Ripple Star), and that's because Kirby tumbled and she had to carry him.

Is she more terrified or more distraught by Dark Matter in general?

SOMEONE HUG HER PLZ SHE IS SADGE

I don't really know the fuck I am doing as I am now screenshotting sadge Ribbon and giggling my arse.

I think both (Ribbon being afraid of Dark Matter vs Ribbon being distraught at her homeland's state) are valid and can co-exist. But my reading would be leaned toward distraught, as she definitely cares about her friends. Like I think she was genuinely afraid for her friends when she saw a dark cloud engulfing your homeland.

As for what expression Ribbon would wear if you draw vs Zero Two fanart... it's up to personal interpretation but I might one day draw a very pissed Ribbon carrying Kirby.

Probably would be this pissed.

The Mom of the team even though she is more depicted as a child in official material

She was worried for 64 Dee as he was about to tumble

My reading for this small moment is she was checking if Kirby and Dee were about to tumble but you can also argue she was just chatting with them

Checking her new homie!

Checking out the Queen

So Kirby 64 has many slapstick humors like the gang using Kirby as a springboard, Kirby being hit by his own Warp Star... And just Kirby being hit in general. That said, I think Ribbon in particular has the most moments of she rushing to others to check if there are alright. Such a sweetheart. Would hug.

She would keep you at arm length despite being nice

The only one not eating in a group picnic.

LOL why was she so chill when a HUGE ahh wave was about to hit?

In Kirby 64, the gang had group bonding activities a lot, like the picnic at the end of Rock Star and the throwing stones competition at the end of Aqua Star. If you observe closely, Ribbon seldom joined such team activities, like she was the only one not eating in the picnic scene, and she didn't partake in the stone-throwing either.

So I think she is generally more reserved, even distanced, though I can see the arguments that she A. Might be a member of royalty B. Is the newest member in the gang depending on whether you accept "Adeleine = Ado" headcanon or C. She had eaten a bug before the Rock Star cutscene.

But I think writing Ribbon as an introvert would be my go-to because Kirby is definitely an extrovert.

Also see this Easter egg picture in Star Allies, she positioned herself the most left in this half-circle/half-ring line because she is left-handed. So she sat the most left to prevent bothering others, which is a common issue for lefties as Lefties often have this awkward thing where their left hands bumps into the right hand of the person next to them... While there are literally a dark knight and a rat she didn't know too well.

Yes I head canon Adeleine initiated this group bonding activity rather than Ribbon and Ribbon was there out of politeness and I will die on this hill—

Personally, I Don't Think Ribbon is A Member of Royalty

I think she is probably just a higher-ranking servant rather than the princess, although I would still hug Queen Ribbon. Her mannerisms, while more distanced than others in the gang, don't radiate "Yes I am a prince/princess" like Prince Fluff.

Plus, I think making Ribbon too important during K64 opening cutscenes would undercut her bravery. I would prefer that she was just naturally brave rather than being TOO important, which is the core of her character—A reluctant hero who chooses to step up not because she is special or powerful, but because she HAS to.

The ending kiss?

So if you dig up some older Kirby 64 material, I think it reads more like Kirby is into Ribbon rather than the other way around. I know this would be bad news for "Kirby is ace/aro" gang, but I would say one can argue 2000s media was allergic to platonic relationships in general. It's 2024, and Kirby is our ally and he is gender-less anyway.

THAT SAID, nowadays it's very rare to see Kirby/Ribbon is written in the way that Kirby has feelings much earlier than Ribbon, and "Kirby is oblivious to Ribbon's feelings" is a common route. I take that route as well to be fair, but my reading is more like this: She wasn't entirely sure about her feelings for Kirby, as she kissed Kirby out of gratitude, guilt of burdening him, and many emotions altogether.

Conclusion

My reading of Ribbon is that she is nice and would rush to you if you tumble, but will keep you at arm length. Also she is brave as fuck.

And I will HUG HER SO HARD YET GENTLY THAT SHE SQUEAKS— (got vaporized by the Crystal Gun)

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Now It’s time for me to pitch to everyone the Greatest Crossover of all time

(more popular than whatever the heck Infinity War and Endgame was).

TGCF x ATLA

Spoilers if you haven’t read and watched TGCF and watched The Last Airbender. Now here’s the worldbuilding!

-First things first, Avatars can’t ascend, because they keep reincarnating to continue the cycle, but they’ll occasionally be summoned to Heaven to help bring that 3rd realm balance with whatever help they can offer.

-Fire Lords can’t ascend because… they attacked.

-Heaven didn’t do jack squat to prevent the Air Nomad Genocide mainly because they were busy trying to defeat ghosts plaguing the land.

-The Windmaster wouldn’t be worshipped by the air nomads, but the Earth Kingdom worships Shi Qingxuan. Shi Wudu is worshipped in the Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom, same as the Rainmaster. The Earthmaster? You guessed it, Earth Kingdom. My OC, Leishi Ying, the Thundermaster is worshipped in the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation. Tl:dr, all Elemental Masters are worshipped in the Earth Kingdom because of it’s diverse Geography and inspiration from ancient China.

-Toph could be a good candidate for the next Earthmaster, she wouldn’t need the shovel but a lot of the Heavenly officials would low key remind her of her parents. So Bumi would totally be valid as the next earthmaster since he’s very intelligent with his creative mind. Heck Katara would be a good candidate for the water master, look at how far she’s come in Book 3.

-I don’t think Sokka would ascend as a martial god, I think he would totally ascend as a Civil God because he’s a strategist. An interaction between him and Ling Wen would be similar to the time he trained under Master Piandao. Now imagine an interaction between him, Fu Yao, and Nan Feng.

-During Xie Lian’s 3rd Ascension to Heaven, a certain Cabbage Merchant happened to be really close in his vicinity… yeah I’ll let you guys guess what happened next.

-Aang and his friends wouldn’t need to ascend, they could just fly straight up there on Appa

Yeah, this was fun. Plz expect Thoughts I had on TGCF Season 2 February! Should I or shouldn’t I, do a part 2?