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Welcome to the valley!

Spring week one

Pride valley au! Hazbin hotel x reader

Warnings? This is more of a heads-up instead of warnings: Stardew valley logic and currency, Yes I did give you my dog as your pet, this is pretty lackluster because first few days in the valley probably aren't the most exciting so it's mostly introductions and farm preparation! Also the formatting is a little off, plus OOC.

You were tidying up your desk when you found the letter your late grandfather wrote and left for you, he had left his farm in a darling little town located somewhere in Pride valley, you had went there every summer when you were younger, you remember running through the fields, away from your grandpa's chickens who you swore were evil, they had red eyes! That's pretty evil looking for a small child!

You hadn't visited since Grandpa passed but you were overworked, underpaid and genuinely tired of the hussle and bustle of city life, and so you did what any overworked person dreamt of, you quit your job, packed up your apartment and belongings and booked a ticket straight to the town where your grandfather's farm was.

It was a smallish town, with only around 100 or so residents, calling it a town was in all honesty, very very generous but it was beautiful, at least from what you could see it was, with lovely greenery and fresh air, you were the only person on the bus aside from the bus driver, a old woman who you weren't quite sure should be driving, honestly she looked like a corpse, the name tag on her jacket read 'Susan' in cursive letters.

You soon came upon the bus stop, you were barely off the bus when you were greeted by an excited woman greeting you,

"Hello! You must be [Name] right?" You nodded, clutching onto your bags as she grinned "Great! We spoke on the phone, I'm Charlie, the Mayor, And this is my assistant, and our local radio host Alastor!" She said motioning to the tall, smiling man dressed in muted reds,

"It's a pleasure to meet you my dear! Quite a pleasure," he held out his hand for you to shake, you moved one of the bags you were holding into your other arm in order to shake his hand,

"Likewise?"

Once you were done exchanging pleasantries you were escorted to your grandfather's farm, on the way the mayor gave you a quick run down on the town, like where the local shop was, where the local mines were, the saloon where you could get meals and a good drink at a relatively cheap price!

As you passed through the gates of your grandfather's farm you realized it would take more work then you originally thought to fix it up, from the overgrown weeds to the ruined remains of what looked to be your grandfather's old greenhouse and barn,

"Honestly we're so happy that you decided to move here and fix up the farm, I remember this place being a lot more organized when your grandfather was alive, I bet you can definitely fix it up!" Charlie said putting a hand on your shoulder, "We spruced up your grandfather's cabin, to make it more of a liveable space, and our lovely local shopkeep Molly was so gracious as to leave a little farmer starter kit of sorts!" Alastor popped in gesturing towards the cabin with his cane that looked like a microphone, Your grandfather's cabin used to look so big when you were younger.

You took a few steps towards the cabin, a smile broke out on your face, It was small, and a man died in it, but it was yours now, all of this was, and you were hellbent on making sure you'd make your grandfather proud.

"Well, We'll leave you to get settled in, I'll check in on you later, have fun!"

You turned around and waved the two goodbye, "Thank you! See you around!"

You waited until they were gone from view to take in a breath, you made your way into the cabin, the door creaked open, inside was a old outdated TV, a bed [that thankfully was NOT the one your grandpa died in, that one had been burned], a small little kitchen, a small bathroom, and some old pictures of you and your grandpa hung on the walls.

The furniture you had wouldn't arrive until a few months from now because of the stupid delivery company having a delay on delivering to the middle of nowhere, so you'd have to stay like this for awhile, but that'd be okay.

The farmer starter kit as Alastor had put it, was wrapped and placed on the old wooden table that you were pretty sure Grandpa had made, you placed your bags on the floor and walked towards it, gently unraveling the hot pink ribbon it was wrapped in, parsnip, carrot, and potato seeds, a nice starter spread to start your farm! Along with some fertilizer and the such.

You supposed you'd get started on the farm work later, how do you even start a farm?

You awoke early in the morning and changed into the classic farmer outfit of overalls, your grandfather's old sunhat and work boots, and after watching farming several videos on the Internet you were somewhat ready to begin, you found your grandfather's farming tools away in the shed that wasn't as damaged as the barn or the greenhouse, the tools were in decent shape.

You began to cut down the grass and toil the soil, digging small holes to toss the seeds in and covering them back up, making sure each seed was spread out properly.

It was a grueling process but it'd pay off when all the crops grew big and fresh and you could sell them and hopefully make bank.

Once you were satisfied with the small garden you had, the rest of the farm would take much more then just a couple of hours but for now this was great for a couple of carrots that would be grown within the week.

You supposed you should go explore the town, see what exactly they have and maybe meet some of the residents, having friends would be good, wouldn't it?

You decided to go shower beforehand because you were farming, in the sun, in the beginning of spring.

Once out of the shower you heard a knock at the door followed by a bunch of mumbles, confused you open the door to a woman dressed in 1920' style clothing,

"Good mornin' doll face, you're the new farmer? I'm Mimzy, you've probably heard of me," you hadn't, but she didn't give you a chance to say anything when she presented a rather large dog to you, the collar on his neck with a shiny plant themed tag that read 'Barnaby'

"This gorgeous doofus showed up on my doorstep a couple weeks ago, but I don't have the space to take care of him, you want him?" She asked gesturing to the dog who stared at you with the most big, droopy puppy-dog eyes.

"Uh, Sure why not, I could use the company," you said as she immediately shoved the leash he was on, "Great! Thanks, bye-bye farmer!" She shouted as she disappeared through the farm's gates.

You blinked staring at the dog underneath you, you reached out to pet him and he immediately flipped over to his stomach.

You had a dog now, at least you wouldn't be lonely if you didn't manage to make friends!

Once you got the barnaby settled in, you began your journey into town, the dirt pathways eventually turning into cobblestone, it was a quiet town, you didn't see many folks wandering out and about but then again it was the middle of the day and the majority of folks were probably working or doing whatever the hell they did in this town.

You look around passing by the clinic, and going into the store beside it, the sign read 'Molly's' in lovely pink letters.

"Welcome!" A blonde woman said from behind the counter with a cheerful smile, her heterochromic eyes shining so bright that it was almost blinding.

"Good evening," You greeted before going into the aisles, grabbing supplies like dog food, some stuff for your own consumption, And some more seeds for your farm.

Heading up to the counter with your goodies the woman tilted her head for a second before grinning, "Oh! You must be the new farmer I've been hearing so much about!"

"I suppose so? The name's [Name]" you say reaching a hand out to shake hers, "Molly! Super nice to meet'cha', did you get the seeds I left ya'?" She picked up one of your items to scan,

"Mhm! They're coming in handy, thank you so much," another item was scanned, "No problem! We haven't had anotha' resident in who knows how long, I know the mayor's just so excited with your arrival, we-" she excitedly chattered on as she scanned your items until eventually she ran out of things to scan, and the two of you bid goodbye, she seemed nice enough, maybe the two of you could be friends one-day?

When you returned to the farm you were greeted by the Mayor knocking on your door before noticing you, "[Name] there you are! I was just stopping by to see how your doing! So, how was your first night in the old cabin?" She said hopping down from the porch, "It was alright, I can't wait for my stuff to get here so I can make it more homey, you know?" She nodded, "Right! I'm sure you'll make it all your own! Since you've started the farm, you probably plan on selling some of the results right?" "Yeah, that's the plan."

Charlie walked over to a wooden bin that was next to the cabin, she patted it with her hand,

"Just place anything you want to sell in the shipping box, and I'll stop by to pick them up leaving you with the profits, I can't wait to see what kinds of things you put in there!" She said before checking her watch, "Oh! Will you look at the time I gotta get going, have a good night!" She waved you a goodbye before leaving through the gates.

You were tired from yesterday mornings work, but you didn't have time to lay around, if your crops didn't go well you would likely starve, after all you can't get by on just your savings forever now can you?

You turned on the radio listening to the radio man talk about local ongoing like a reminder for the locals on how Molly's shop would be closed tomorrow and how Joja mart was cheap junk and how it was ran by the disgraced former CEO, rich boy on a time out, Adam, before he smoothly transitioned into music.

Normally you wouldn't listen to jazz or the radio in general but you didn't really have Wi-Fi at the moment and you didn't want to use up all your data.

You hummed along to the music as you got ready for the morning, pouring your new furry companion a cup and a half of dog food for his breakfast before making yourself a nice breakfast of toast and an energy drink.

The day was mostly filled with you tearing down the excessive growth of weeds, cutting them out with vigor, taking out all the years of stress out on them before putting them in a big pile for you to burn later on.

You yawned as you pulled the last bit of the weeds out of the ground, leaving ground to be prepped for farming, well aside from the rocks you'd have to move away, but that was a job for another day, for now you'd go inside, feed barnaby and microwave yourself a frozen meal.

You decided to look around at the remains of your grandfather's greenhouse, broken glass was scattered across the ground, you remembered being a child and helping your grandfather water the plants he had growing, he'd lift you up and help you water the plants, patting you on the head afterwords telling you that you were the best helper he could ask for!

You missed those days, maybe one day you'd have your own child or grandchild to help you water the greenhouse plants, or maybe you wouldn't, who knows?

Brushing off the nostalgic feelings you began to move around the broken glass putting them in an old tarp that you were planning on tossing it away eventually, after all broken glass and rusty nails had no use.

You didn't know how much it'd cost to build another greenhouse but that was the least of your worries at the moment.

The clock stuck twelve and you decided to go out onto the town again, maybe check out that saloon that was mentioned the first day you got here and get lunch, you put on a fresh pair of overalls and made the journey there.

The sign read "The cat's saloon" with a craved out kitten next to it, it sure was a mouth full.

You entered the saloon, music was playing, there was casino themed items on the walls, and a older scruffy looking guy was manning the counter wiping glasses as a guy that looked alot like Molly chatted away to him, dropping pick-up lines while sipping away on some type of drink, the one that looked a lot like Molly spoke up, "Hey Husky, it looks like ya got a new customer," the scruffy looking gentleman shook his head, "Don't call me that," he turned towards you, "Welcome, there's menus on the other side, call me over when you figure out what you want." He gestured to the container holding a bunch of menus all organized.

You ordered pepper poppers to go,

The guy that looked similar to Molly took the time the scruffy guy went into the kitchen to fetch the pepper poppers, introduced himself and by extension the guy who just left, Husk, was that his real name? You didn't know but you hoped not because that is a horrible name for a child.

You figured out that he's Molly's brother after he mentions that she talked about you.

Eventually your pepper poppers were done and you skaddled out of there, maybe you'd come back when it was more lively and not empty.

Your first crops was ready! A bountiful harvest of parsnips and carrots, you pulled them out of the ground, putting them all into a bucket before bringing them inside to wash, Barnaby followed you, watching intently as you washed off the produce, they were pretty good for your first time growing these, you wondered how much money it'd make you.

Hopefully enough to get more seeds, because you'd need them, maybe you'd grow some flowers this time too! Maybe some kale?

You separated the produce, leaving the more bruised and less pretty things for yourself and put the more decent looking stuff in the shipping box for Mayor Charlie to take, after that you'd stop by Molly's to buy more seeds.

You hummed as you waltzed through town, taking the day to rest and explore, you stumbled upon the abandoned community center, Charlie stared at it, her eyes fixated on it as she held her chin in her hand before noticing you.

"Oh! Good morning [Name], You're in town early, huh? Finished with your farm chores already?” she asks, you nod, technically they were done, you had harvested them and just needed to plant more.

"Mhm, what's this?" "The old community center, a Storm came through here a couple years ago, destroyed it and it's been like this ever since, it used to be the pride and joy of our community, always bustling with life and now it's just... Lifeless." You nodded looking around at the building, there were holes in the roof, plants growing on the sides, it was wrecked.

She sighed, "I could sell it, the money would benefit the town sure, but I just can't give up on it, you know?" You nodded once more, "Let's go inside, see what the damage is." She said pulling out a ring of keys, shoving one of them into the door.

As you stepped through the threshold of the door, the water damaged floor creaked underneath you, the smell of moist hit your nose.

"Huh? What's this?" Charlie muttered looking at a little hut in the corner, "I guess the kids have been playing in here, that's not really safe for them.."

Looking around she sighed once again, "This place is worse off then I remember," you stared at the little hut, jumping in surprise as you saw what looked to be a little egg scrambling across the floor.

Charlie looked behind her, "What's wrong? Did you see something?" You nodded, "Yeah It was white and ran across the floor,"

"Damn it, it was probably a rat," she said before checking her watch, you heard her mutter a swear before she moved to leave the building, "I'm late for something, I'll see you later!" She held the door knob for a second, "I'll leave the doors unlocked, maybe if you have spare time and want to practice fixing things you can come in." She added before leaving you alone in the rotting community center.

"Yeah."

Maybe you should explore, see what you can find.

You woke up in the morning, everything was going as usual, you made yourself breakfast, gave Barnaby his breakfast, watered the next round of crops and got ready to go explore the town again, you still had people to meet, it was good to have good connections in a small town like this.

Unfortunately your plans were disrupted by a letter in the mail, written in ye olde English and signed by a 'Zestial' a name you didn't recognize, a invite to head to his tower, he had been watching you interact with the community center.

That wasn't creepy at all, and you having no sense of fear decided to visit.

It was only about a 15 minute walk away from your farm, the tower was pleasantly easy to find, after all you can't exactly not notice the tower colored with haunting blacks and greens.

You knocked on the door gently, and it was opened up by a tall man in a long cape, reminding you of old vampire movies in a way.

"Ah, thou hast arrived!" He spoke, opening the door he gestured for you to come in, closing the door behind you.

"Hi?" You said,

"I am Zestial, seeker of the arcane truths, mediery 'twixt the corporal and ethereal, master of the seven elements-" you blinked, you didn't get enough sleep to deal with this man's yapping, you were regretting your decision to come here "Keeper of the cha- thou get the point," he said with a wave of his hand,

"And thou [name], thy arrival I hast forseen, hither, I'd like to show thou something." He snapped his fingers as the star beside him lit up, holding one of those egg creatures you saw the day before with Charlie in the community center.

"Behold! Thou've seen one of 'em before, haven't thou?" He said, you could barely understand the olde English he used, you blinked at the egg creature floating.

"They bid themselves the junimos, mysterious spirits, for some odd reason they refuse to converse with me," he snapped his fingers again the egg creature disappearing, "I am unsure of why they decided to move into the community center, but thou hast nought to fear.''

You nodded, deciding to tell him about a golden scroll you stumbled upon after Charlie left, the man spoke more olde English, telling you to stay still before teleporting away.

You questioned if you had accidentally ingested any drugs, maybe you accidentally hurt yourself on the farm and this was some weird way of your mind comforting you in your final moments?

Within the moment he returned entering through the front door,

"I hast found the note, the language is obscure but I was able to decipher it!" He said.

"We the junimos, are happy to aid you, in return we ask for gifts of the valley. If you are one with the forest you will see the true nature of the scroll." He muttered before muttering some more and moving around his cauldron, sniffing around before excitingly cheering and beckoning you over.

You hesitantly moved closer to him, peering into the cauldron of pure green, he spoke of the ingredients his cauldron held, all from the forest, baby fern, moss grub, toadstool and more.

He poured some of it into a glass and handed it to you.

"Drink up, let the essence of the forest premente thy vessel." He said, you shrugged, "Bottoms up I guess." You muttered before downing the drink.

The green liquid was cold down your throat, and tasted like ice cold minty green tasting lemonade.

It took less then a moment for the dizziness to kick in, you stumbled, the glass in your hand falling to the ground and shattering leaving Zestial to shake his head that had seemingly doubled? Was it always like that?

A green haze began to flood your vision with trees, and little egg boys floated around, you attempted to speak but nothing came out of your mouth and before you knew it, you had passed out on the cold ground.

When you would awake in your own bed hours later you'd second guess the experience of the night before, deeming it as a bad hallucination, but alas the egg creatures running around your floor with your farm themed mugs would say otherwise.

What a unhinged end to your first week in pride Valley! Oh, what fun awaits for you next?

Good evening folks! I'm glad to finally get this out! Sorry for the delay I decided to rewrite some parts, so a couple of concepts got scrapped and some got added, like the egg Bois being junimos but they came out better, Also husk and Angel had more dialogue but I wrote Zestial's part before finishing theirs and he took it out of me.

Also I wrote a little over 3k words I am proud!

Also does anyone know how to get those colored fonts that aren't like the ones we have on here? Because I saw some folks with like pastels and I want em' anywho, Thank you for reading and goodnight!

Psst! You want snippets, a peak at what I have planned for this au? or maybe chat with a bunch of awesome people? You should join our discord!

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Crepic: Letters

Synopsis: What if Cross’s ‘secret admirer’ was none other than Epic, a scientist attempting to establish communication with alternate universes?

Rating: Teen (just in case because of swearing and the characters’ backstories)

Pairing: Cross/Epic

Word Count: 1,567

Chapter One: Dear Stranger,

There was a letter on Sans’s desk.

He paused at the sight of it. He usually didn’t get letters, most of the mail directed to XGaster from the King and Queen. The letters he did receive were usually from Frisk, the human prince. Frisk was his childhood best friend and would often write to him either for playdates or for casual conversation. Usually the latter consisted of him gushing endlessly over the spider monster in the Guard, Muffet.

Sans thought his obvious crush was adorable, and couldn’t help the twang of pity he felt for his human friend who remained in the body of a young child even as the monsters around him shed their stripes, unable to receive anything other than rejection for his apparent youth.

Addressed to “Anyone On The Other Side”. Quickly inspecting the letter and flipping it over with an inquisitive hum.

What a strange term. ‘Anyone on the other side’ of what? The fence? An allude to the ever classic joke of the chicken crossing the road?

Or…

Sans gasped.

Wowie! Could it be? He finally received his first fan mail as part of the Guard?!

He knew he looked too cool in his badass armor, and with this letter he (potentially) held within his hands definitive proof! At last, he would bathe in the shower of magnificent affection he deserved!

Any recognition of his character would always brighten his day. Especially when his father, XGaster, gave so little of it…

Sans eagerly and carefully began the meticulous process of removing his armor, dismantling the pieces one by one until they were nice and clean. Gingerly hanging it into its suit container in his closet, he picked up the letter and sat down, ripping it open with a phalange and slipping out the singular piece of paper from the inside. A small blue square the size of his thumb metacarpal slipped out of the envelope as well, falling onto his desktop with a tiny clink.

He dismissed the strange tile after a quick once over ensured it was not some kind of bug or malignant spyware and turned his attention back to the paper. Unfolding it, his eyelights began to read.

Testing, testing, 1 2 3

…Huh?

That was certainly an interesting choice for a starter sentence, though Sans had to admit it got brownie points from him for its ingenuity.

Whelp, here we go! Hopefully this spooky action at a distance doesn’t get me ghosted. It would really lift my spirits if this actually reached somebody, and if somebody wrote back.

Sans chuckled. Although he wasn’t sure what the writer meant by ‘spooky action’, he did appreciate solid puns and clever jokes.

Theoretically, if my math mathed right, this should arrive in an alternate re—

Written in black penned ink, whatever the other had written was scribbled out.

—whoops, can’t say that. If I am right then I’d kick off some kind of butterfly effect, knowing my rotten luck. Can’t have that. Anywho, if somebody does get this, do me a solid and write a letter back. Put the pod, the little thingy I’m sending over, inside the envelope when you’re done after you push the tiny button in the middle. And hopefully this’ll be a two-way trip and send it back.

If not, oh well. I tried. Ya miss all the shots you don’t take, amiright?

…My name’s not Frank, but I’ll be real with ya pal, I really do hope this works.

Laters gators, A Friendly, Far-Off Neighborhood Bruh

Sans flipped the letter over just to be sure that was it, and let out a small, perplexed noise. No further writings or any other strange devices. He picked up the pod and dangled it across his black-gloved fingers and gently tapped the letter in his other hand.

It wasn’t a letter of admiration he’d been hoping for, but it was a letter that had him no less intrigued. The casual, almost informal way the sender wrote, the purposeful witholdance of a name or address. All this, including the odd device he was currently running across his digits, he should probably take it to father and let him inspect it for himself before Sans did anything.

He felt himself whither a little inside after that contemplation. He could already picture the quiet, sullen disinterest. Maybe leaving with a curt remark that he is busy, or needs to resume his work. No, Sans should be a good soldier son and leave his father be while he thought about how to address his impromptu pen pal.

For starters with a pen or pencil, he thought, snickering at his internal quip. What would be the harm? He’d greet the mysterious author back, perhaps make his own joke, and hope the letter successfully reaches them since they implied it might not.

Sans couldn’t help but hope that it did work.

Frisk had been…distant, for quite some time now. The Royal Guardsman wasn’t sure what had happened, only knowing that ever since they were kids, there’s been this sadness in the human’s eyes, a contradiction of both sullen resignation and steely determination. The moments of time they spent together in joy farther and farther in between.

He missed his best friend.

He missed having a friend.

Mind made up, he opened his drawer up and searched for his favorite pen with the tacos decal that Papyrus had got him for his birthday and a piece of paper and unused envelope. Uncorking the cap, he set to work, pen scratching along the paper as he hastily wrote his reply, the scritches filling the silence of his empty room.

Elsewhere, the co-Royal Scientist idly spun around in his swivel chair, languidly kicking his feet in and out to repeat the cycle whenever his momentum slowed. The clock ticking by behind him echoing in the otherwise empty room. Machines of various designs hummed with electricity. The others had already gone home for the day, long discouraged by the same unsatisfactory experiments depicting the same depressive results.

The Barrier was unbreakable. No one monster, let alone all of Monsterkind, could escape.

While the others including his dear old man (ugh, gross, just jokingly saying that gave him the ick) sought the comfort of whatever idle fancy they desired outside of work, Sans preferred anywhere that wasn’t there. Under the same roof with the same cold, aloof man he had the sincere displeasure of calling ‘father’.

And he couldn’t help but stay and hope that his gambit paid off. He didn’t care all too much about saving the Underground. Gaster’s metaphorical heart was as dark and cold as the prison all of monsterkind found themselves entrapped in. He’d fought long and hard his entire life to make sure none of that darkness ever put out the bright light of his younger brother.

If he was right, if this worked, he could get him and his brother onto the Surface. And potentially, eventually, all of the Underground.

A soft buzzing hum of static. Probably one of the appliances, he mused. When did they last get that fridge checked out? He’d make a note of it.

Instead of trying to get everybody out all at once and failing, Sans would do it one by one and succeed.

If this worked, that is.

It had been months. Who knew if he was even successful?

Then again, who knew if time was constant for every individual universe? For all he knew, his message could’ve gotten lost in the stone ages. Although it would be the coolest thing ever if he could ride a T-Rex, Flintstones style.

He spins around, practically slouching completely back onto the swivel chair. There’s the wall again. The fridge. Gaster’s creepy as all hell determination extraction machine. The wall. His desk. Fridge. Wall. Creepy doohickey. Wall. Letter on his desk—

Wait. Letter?

Sans sat up so fast he fell up and over his chair with a yelp. Landed flat on his face with his legs and lab coat over his head. Ever grateful no one was around to witness his embarrassing tumble he quickly stood back up to grab the envelope and rip it open with slightly trembling phalanges.

Dear Mystery Writer,

Receiving your letter was quite the pleasant surprise! I’m not sure what you meant by ‘spooky action at a distance’, but don’t worry, I don’t have any intention of leaving you at a dead end, and if you are open to it, would like to continue these messages. From what I’ve heard, nothing lifts the spirits like clever wordplay over the grave-vine.

Sans chuckled, tentative grin widening further. So they liked jokes too, huh?

If so, I can promise I’m not too boo-ring of a conversationalist.

Another small buff of laughter. Well, they sure did uphold their word. His crummy mood was all but gone now.

What do you say, mystery writer? Fr—

Scribbled out blurb for the rest of the word and the sentence continued.

Penpals?

Sincerely, A Magnificently Friendly Neighborhood Dude

Sans couldn’t believe it. He was right. He was right.

He’d successfully established communication with another universe. With someone from that alternate reality.

Holy multiversal theory, Batman!

Sans’s soul pounded in his Soul like a drum, joy unrestrained as he scoured his messy desk for an unused envelope and a blank piece of paper. He had a letter to write.

And a penpal to befriend.

[miitarashi]

Could u do a some headcannons about Tintin laughing, like, his sense of humour, how contagious his laugh is, what he would do if we had a contagious laugh or a weird sense of humour. Just wondering coz I was watching an episode from the series and his laugh is acctually so adorable, like bro I just wanna hug him and give him literally anything he wants ❤️

AWWW THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE TO BE IGNORED I MUST DO IT WITH ALL THE CUTENESS IN THE WORLD! (sorry got a little excited here lol)

☆Tintin laugh headcanons☆

For starters.

He and Haddock have the worst sense of humor possible.

I can't take this out of my mind-

Like,he'll laugh at dad jokes or will not undestand because he'll try to seak sense into the joke.

You know when you tell a self-deprecating jokes in front of your parents and they scold you?

Yes,he'll do it.

Not exactly scold you,but will wait until you stop laughing to ask if you're ok in a worried tone.

His normal sense of humor goes for that one joke of the chicken who crossed the road to make """funny""" comments about something. That normally is funny just for him in the most of the times he does it.

But,Tintin of course laugh at silly things too,like if you trip in front of him he'll do this little cute laugh while helping and saying for you to be careful.

It's not exactly the type with loose laugh,but definitly not the difficult one either.

This when we talk about the Tintin from the series,but Tintin from the movie is a bit different (since unfortunaly in the movie we didn't see he really laughing and this hurt me 🥲)

He probably is a bit complicated to laugh, his sense of humor mostly making puns, sarcastic or ironic comments about something.

Being more funny when he do without noticing because he's a little menace in his own way. We can easily see it when he talk with sakharin for the first time (his face when he simply say "i don't have it" is the best lol)

Now,the best for the last.

His ✨Laugh✨

He have three types. Wait,hear me out-

The one he try to hide,that little laugh cleaning the throat and looking away you know?

The second and most normal is that small laugh. Quick and polite.

The thrid. This one. This one is hard to get. It's random so something funny and random had to happen.

i headcanon that take a really good while for Haddock hear Tintin (from the movie) really laughing like,really bursting out laughing.

And just like i said,it was random. Haddock was trying to help Tintin with a hint about some old mistery and he terribly pronounced an entire sentence with so much confidence to the point of making Tintin ask him to repeat it, when he did, Tintin stared at him for a few seconds, connected the dots and broke out laughing.

Bro wasn't really expecting lol.

And his laugh is good to hear,like that heart warming type of laugh that makes you smile and wanting to hear it again as much you can you know???

He do it so less often that makes him weak when he laugh like this,he hold onto someone to keep still lol.

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A/N: HERE IT IS! I loved doing this one lol. i hope that when the next movie come out WE WILL BE ABLE TO HEAR HIM LAUGHING OR I'LL COMMIT WAR CRIMES- i feel robbed 🥲. Thank you for the delicious idea unknow person,love u 😌❤️

[kimaswork]

Could you pretty pleeeeeaaaassseee do a work of Thoma x Male!reader?? Or a Tighnari x Male!reader?

I love them both so choosing between them was really hard, buuuuut I had to go with my fennec fox baby. For the good luck on hopefully losing a 50/50 to him lol

"Dammit..." You mumbled under your breath as you picked through bushes to get berries. You were currently gathering ingredients for Gandharva Villes... medic? He was a the main forest troupe, leader, person, thingy, you didn't keep track of his titles very well. But you knew he was important and that he took care of the forest, the scouts, and most importantly, you.

Tighnari had recently started dating you, having asked you out nearly two or three months prior.

Hearing your quiet curse with his fox-like ears from the other side of the river, his head perked up. "You okay over there Lo?" He asked, his voice clearly concerned.

'Lo' was his nickname for you. You were his little lotus that bloomed and grew more beautiful everyday. You adored the name, it quickly became one of your favorites.

"Yea- Just these darn thorns, always pokin' me..." You responded, your voice growing more quiet near the end as your answer turned more into complaining.

Softly chuckling he walked through the shallow water, the ripples making the nearby golden bass swim away. "Here-" He said softly, his voice smooth. You could tell he was close by the way you could feel his warm breath on your neck, making a light blush creep up your cheeks. Turning you saw he was giving you his gloves. "Oh babe no, you need those-" You began before promptly getting cut off. "My hands will be fine Lo, I've gotten scratches before. But I want your hands to be okay, Archons knows how clumsy you can be." He says with a playful smirk as he pulls the gloves onto your hands for you, not giving you another chance to refute.

"And I don't want to have to treat my little lotus for a few scratches if I can help it." He mumbles as he pulls your hands up to his mouth and kisses your knuckles, his long ears sticking out and tickling your nose as he did so, making you laugh.

Once he had finished with his affections he released your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "There- all better." He states confidently.

A quick glance to your basket later and he has you by the hand, walking to another bush full of berries. "This one here is full of ripe ones!" He says as he kneels down and picks at the miniscule fruits with you, throwing them into the basket.

Time passed slowly as the two of you gather ingredients for the infirmary, but you were content, you were with your boyfriend, so you saw this as a date. Over the span of multiple hours the pair of you gathered berries, lotus', sweet flowers, mints, and many other plants. Each plant the two of you picked was a new conversation starter, 'Nari had so many facts about medicinal properties and plants to tell you and you just let him go on. Truth be told you had no clue what he was going on about, but his voice was so soothing to you, so you simply listened to his rambles.

After the sun began going down you returned to Gandharva Ville to be met with a warm welcome from Collei. "Master Tighnari!" She said with a smile. He smiles back at her and the two began chatting away which had a massive grin crossing your face.

You were so thankful for the traveler, thanks to them Irminsul was saved and Elizar is a disease of the past. You had never seen Collei so upbeat and happy before, you were estatic you could see her as such.

You went to Tighnaris hut and began making the both of you dinner to share, this had became your routine. Tonight you were feeling a but lazy however, so you made simple chicken mushroom skewers. As you were setting the table 'Nari came in and helped you finish up then sat down to eat with you.

Mundane as the day was, it was sweet. Being with your boyfriend made your heart soar and it only got better when he said. "It's late. You should stay the night."

Oh Archons. When you say your heart was soaring.... Clearly you said yes and before you knew it the two of you were curled up in his cot, all cuddled up and cozy. His fluffy tail was draped over your waist like an extra blanket and your arms were around his neck.

Peeking over him you saw you still wore his gloves. "Oh, one moment." You whispered in his ear as you sat up to peel off the gloves and set them on his nightstand before lying back down in his arms with a smile. "Better?" He asked. You responded with a nod. "Thanks for letting me use your gloves, though I'm sure I would've been fine with a few scratches. Even if I had to wait in line to get patched up, I'd live." You chuckled. With a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head he kissed your nose to grab your attention.

"Lo, you wouldn't wait in any line for me to patch you up and of course I'd give you my gloves." He says, his gentle green eyes gazing into your soul. "You are my priority. My main priority. My first and foremost." He states, honesty in his words.

You knew you loved this man, but now you were pretty sure you wanted to marry him on the spot. He tenderly kissed you before pulling you close and cuddling you to sleep for the night.

I think I might like to try to get into trying some headcannons of some of the characters, so gimme ideas of scenarios and characters that you'd like to see!

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: Food

Some of my time period posts will be more researched than others, ones like this one are more of a quick reminder/research starter. This is just a quick burst of general information that might help out with writing and used by my general knowledge. I didn’t feel the need to get off into the weeds with this one as it’s a smaller detail and food is usually mentioned in works and not the point you know?

Entertainment/social food-

When we think of food in the 1960s there are two things to keep in mind; Post ww2 and the rise of convenience.

This is the age of drugged out of your mind jello nightmares people! Whole lot of reasons for that, drugs plays a part but additionally is a rise of a lot of new products and companies throwing ideas at the wall and seeing what recipes stick/people actually make.

However, if you think all food during this period was disgusting and weird that’s not exactly the case. A lot of the gross options are ‘stunt’/ entertainment food. The jello molds and weird shaped foods were usually for throwing parties and having something new or nice to look at, not what was eaten everyday or exactly enjoyed by anyone. The 40s-60s were a huge time for parties, dinner parties, hosting and entertaining people - usually middle or upper class adults. Soc’s would have a ton of new appetizers and finger food related stuff, cooked instead of just chips at a party (though included).

Grape jelly meatballs (which are great), pigs in a blanket, onion dip etc.

They were really into onion dip it was the hot thing for some fucking reason.

Convenience -

The 1960s also saw a huge rise in snack foods, fast food and quick canned or boxed food. Tv dinners started in the previous decade but particularly took off during this time- images of the family gathered around the television set for a nice program eating off trays etc.

Lunch meat! Rise in deli meats but also some more processed stuff such as baloney, olive loaf etc. (if you want to get into class a Soc might bring a turkey sandwich where a Greaser would bring a baloney sandwich for lunch)

Meals for the large part were still homemade, cake mixes were becoming a bit more of a thing but making from scratch was still a preference for most people.

I really recommend looking up recipes from the period, not just the stunt food/marketing strategy stuff but things people would actually make on the day to day. (Like for example the Brothers made a regular baked chicken dinner)

Fast food goes alongside convenience however they were more of a treat than the day to day, people would still prefer a slower sit down dinner setting. It’s a third place! Teens at dinners, drive ins (both kinds), malt shops, soda fountains etc as not only a place to grab grub but hang out!

- like how the socs and greasers each have their own bars and dinners as hang outs.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi - Quick Reacts (CHAPTER 9: ORCS)

On today’s installment, we’re eating-- OH NO

HMMMMMM.

You reap what you sow. You carry what you reap.

noooooOOOO OH MY GOD 

SENSHI. AN UNMANNED VEGETABLE STAND? IN A DUNGEON? That’s the most Japanese-countryside thing I’ve ever fucking heard oh no....ooooh no. 

she’s right though. look at that cabbage. 

this is how some people in real life be reacting when you bring up eating healthy too. 

GET UR HANDS OFF OF MY GIRL SHE MIGHT BE A NERD BUT SHE’S RIGHT

maybe the orcs want the vegetables. 

Marcille was looking............respectfully. 

.......she’s such a handsome girl, that dragon. I know she ate Fallin but man. I love her.

wHEEZE “Man, she’s ugly” Yeah, hairless and without tusks? Makes sense. 

these guys don’t play around. I guess I kinda get it but.

he had a plan. The plan was - BREAD. 

Initially I was surprised that this encampment seems so... barebones. But I suppose this isn’t their permanent housing. They’re literally fleeing from a dragon, so it makes sense that this is more like a refugee situation. 

I’m INTRIGUED I tell you. 

AND THEIR LITTLE TAILS OOOOOH

Absolutely incredible. Dad really said “It’s Critical Race Theory time, buddy.”

The awkward atmosphere is PERFECT but what’s more perfect is that the chicken don’t give a fuck. 

oh she’s being SMART about it. They’re totally using this kid as a way to bargain. 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I will nitpick ONE thing. ONE THING only. 

Unless you’re buttering those biscuits, it’s stupid for basic bread to be so fluffy and shiny. This part, at least, is very specifically coming from the fact that Japan has very few breads that are hardier than Wonderbread. It frustrates me to no end that every single bread I pick up at the store over here comes in only two varieties - White Fluff or Stone-hard Baguette.

Bread made from basic flour (is it refined? I somehow doubt it. It should be whole grain.) and water and starter should be sourdough-like This bubbly bread-imposter has never met a sourdough loaf in its life, and I resent it. 

love a good paneling without any dialogue. 

Don’t worry Laios, I believe in you. 

[receival]

castlevania, season 1 starters.

the following is a collection of starter sentences from the netflix original, castlevania.

you bang on my front door because you want to daub chicken blood on peasants.

don’t mistake me for a witch. everybody out there already does that.

i believe in science, but … i need to know more.

what have you to trade for my knowledge, (name)?

perhaps i could help you relearn something manners.

i cross the threshold of your home, and you haven’t offered me a drink or even to take my coat.

i want to heal people. i want to learn.

you are definitely different to most humans i have met in recent times.

maybe i can teach you to like people again. or, at least tolerate them. or … stop putting them on sticks.

they won’t be superstitious if they learn how the world really works.

and it had to come to this?

don’t hurt them! they don’t understand!

perhaps i’ll say a prayer for her. a small one.

they don’t know what they’re doing!

be better than them. please!

are you (name)? she talked about you.

it’s not right what happened.

she’ll be dead by now.

ah, there. quite a show.

off to heaven with him, eh?

what have you done?

you are not real.

you took that which i love, so i will take from you everything you have and everything you have ever been.

what do you mean, no?

that woman was the only reason on earth for me to tolerate human life.

there are no innocents! not anymore!

i won’t let you do it.

you had your chance.

kill everything you see. kill them all.

what’s that on your chest?

just one more drink and then i’ll leave, alright?

listen, just forget it. i’ll just go.

this is all your fault.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

i think you know exactly whose fault that is.

i’m leaving, okay? i’m leaving.

confess, and i’ll make it quick.

i used to fight fucking vampires.

would you please leave my testicles alone?

i’m (first name) fucking (last name), and i’ve never lost a fight to man nor fucking beast.

i hope you all bleed out.

no one’s getting in, and no one’s getting out.

i warned you. you can’t say i didn’t warn you.

are you talking back to me?

so, now i’m stupid?

why don’t you go and get that looked at?

look, i don’t like priests at the best of times. i mean, i really, really don’t like priests.

if you leave now, we’ll say no more about it.

last warning. this will get nasty.

seriously? i’m out of practice, but i’m stone - cold sober.

someone will get hurt.

the violence wasn’t necessary. but … it is appreciated.

thank you for your kindness, and i think … your restraint.

please, come inside.

(name), we were worried about you.

i’m a little out of practice.

they’re both still alive.

i’d prefer something to drink.

maybe you can just tell me why you’re here.

but you didn’t answer my question.

you know we can’t turn away from those in need.

dying is not absolute.

you feel no compassion?

there’s always a choice.

don’t be crazy. leave now.

if i go and recover your kids body, will you please leave?

they’re going to come for you soon.

it’s not the dying that frightens me. it’s living without ever having done my best.

i don’t care.

anybody home?

i can hear you.

i’m armed, and a lot less happy than you are … so you want to stay well out of my way.

reflexes like a cat.

god shits in my dinner once again.

did you — did you climb on me?

yeah, yeah. come on. time to go home.

who are you?

your messiah isn’t down there.

what makes you so sure?

i don’t know what’s down there, but it’s not a messiah.

i cannot begin to repay what i owe you.

i could pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer.

i could slip and take your eye out.

i don’t think i’m allowed in churches.

look, if i enter the church and i catch fire or something, it’s your fault.

you could undo everything by your very presence.

my god. you really believe it, don’t you?

by the way, you’re all going to die.

i don’t think we can leave these people, not in their time of need.

these people believe you’re causing their time of need!

you fought your battle and you decided you lost.

if we truly are the sort of people who will kill one another at the behest of a madman’s fantasies, then perhaps it is right and proper that things from hell should rise up and wipe us out.

you should leave now.

i swear it just moved.

so you’re going to die for nothing? for people you don’t know?

dying has never frightened me.

the sun … is already down.

you cannot enter the house of god.

god is not here.

your god’s love is not unconditional. he does not love us, and he does not love you.

this is all your fault, isn’t it?

no wonder he has abandoned you.

i serve no demon and i do no evil.

you never asked.

i didn’t ask you to fight for me. i fight for myself.

oh, for god’s sake.

i didn’t do that.

why are you here?

i fell down a hole.

that’s fact. there’s no ‘belief’ involved.

i’ll call you anything you like if you’re gonna show me your teeth.

say what you mean.

what i think … is i’m going to have to kill you.

i don’t like your tone, (name).

my defenses were not for you.

i asked you a question — do you care.

am i going to have to kill you?

you’ve got nothing but insults, have you?

stone the fuck up.

please. this isn’t a bar fight. have some class.

do you have a god to put a last prayer to, (name)?

i can still rip your throat out.

killing you was the point.

we are all, in the end, slaves to our families wishes.

[star-quill]

me normally: really big age gaps are not okay most of the time! the power dynamic is bad

me after reading that blurb: I want to be peter’s sweet seemingly innocent young little plaything

mmhm mmhm mmhm!!!!!!

maybe a few people around the neighbourhood find him attractive too, not knowing that you're his girl, the one he comes home to every night. you still stay at your place every so often but most nights you're in his bed, wearing his shirts, his dog tag necklace around your neck.

mornings with him were just heavenly. on the hot summer nights, the pair of you usually slept naked and peter still ran warm, but it was a nice kind of warm. when he wakes up, his arm starts to move, then his hand is roaming around your body. it finds its way between your legs and you then slowly wake up, whining when his fingers slide between your folds. he's kissing your shoulder, your whimpers in his ear are only egging him on.

but nights with him are even better. sitting on his lap, his hands on your waist while he's kissing you. to him, you're absolutely the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he's just absolutely obsessed with you, obsessed with everything about you.

it takes a while for you both to even really think about going out in public together as a couple, fearing the looks people might give you, or the comments people might make. it's not until a fourth of july barbecue at peter's that you kiss him in front of everyone. he's at the barbecue, flipping the chicken and the burgers and you go up to him, ask him if he needs anything. he asks if you can grab him a beer from the fridge inside and you happily oblige, leaning up to kiss his cheek. only a few people notice, but word gets around quick and you soon feel everyone's eyes on you. peter's about to put his hand around your waist before you run out the back gate and over to your place. he tells a friend to keep an eye on the food before he's gone to check on you. he finds you in your bedroom, crying into your pillow.

"baby.. hey, what's wrong?"

"everyone was staring.. everyone.."

"honey.."

he sat down beside you, his hand on your waist as you lay on your side, wiping your tears.

"they can look and stare all they want, you know it's just jealousy.."

"you'd be better off with any of the hot moms in the neighbourhood.. not me.."

"not true.. i hate the nights that you spend here, feels weird wakin' up to an empty bed without you there.."

you smile a little when he says that.

"i want you to come back to the barbecue.. i don't care who stares at us, i want you next to me.. you're my girl and i want the whole neighbourhood to know it.."

you just roll your eyes, smiling and taking his hand as he brings you back over to his. and you do as he says, you stand next to him, one of his arms around your shoulder while the other flips the meat around. a few of the moms are glaring at you but then you realise, you don't actually care. he could be fucking them, but he comes home to you (almost) every night. you then think of how to piss them off even more, getting back at all the times they've made fun of you for saying you think he's attractive. the food's all cooked and served and he's sitting on one of the garden sofas in the backyard. you walk past him and go inside, taking some of the cold food inside to keep cool. you don't even realise one of the moms has followed you until she turns you around.

"oh.. hi.."

"are you fucking him?"

"who? peter?"

"yes."

you just smile and laugh a little.

"well.. yeah.. why?"

"why did he choose you?"

"well, for starters.. he wasn't going to fuck someone who didn't have a tight pussy.. plus, he thinks i'm cute.."

"you know he only sees you as some sort of plaything, someone he can fuck and throw away.."

"yeah? is that why he keeps coming over to mine so he can put his dick down my throat? or put his head between my legs? or push me down onto my bed and fuck me until i'm numb?"

she didn't even say anything then. you just smiled and walked back outside, sitting next to peter on the outdoor sofa, legs tucked underneath you as you lean into his side. his arm slid behind you and around your waist, his hand coming to rest on your hip. maybe at first you were a plaything, someone he could fuck just to let his frustrations out, but now you were well and truly his. more importantly, you were his girl.

but it didn't hurt to mention about being just a plaything to him when everyone was gone, straddling his lap while you grinded down into his lap.

"plaything, hm?"

"mmhm.. i can officially be your girlfriend but what if, on occasion, you fuck me just like that.."

"yeah?"

"mmhm.. yeah.."

[tommyshelby87]

Dear Lovely Men (question for each of you),

I've invited you over for dinner. What am I cooking, and what should I be wearing when you come over (if anything 😈)?

Thomas: Dont wear anything, for starters. You can cook a goose if you like, but I think I'll be eating you.

Jackson: I usually eat take out, so any homecooked meal would be greatly appreciated. I...I feel a little touched, actually...Maybe you can put on a pretty dress...and an apron? I'll ravish you before the food.

Jonathan: I like filet mignon and green beans. I'd like you to wear

Robert: I like oysters, it will be easy and quick, so you dont have to waste time in the kitchen. Wear your flashiest outfit and jewelry.

Neil: Aw man, can we have mashed potatoes and fried chicken and corn? I love that! Wear your PJ's, we'll both be nice and comfy!

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @saulweissberg at Dee's house

Sleep didn’t come easy to Dilara, and while Saul had done an amazing job of exhausting her physically, her mind soon drove back to thoughts she couldn’t escape and memories of the past. After about four hours of honest sleep, she pulled the blankets down and let out a breathe. It was always the same when she had a couple of days off work. Luckily she was returning later that night for a full sixteen hour shift. Climbing gently out of the bed as to not disturb his sleep, Dee found a large t-shirt in her drawer and slipped it atop her naked body. It was early in the morning - about seven thirty or so Dee assumed - so she made way towards her chicken coup to refill the feed and collect her daily eggs. It had only taken her about a week to get used to doing it all on her own. The collecting of the egg being the scariest part for her as she had to reach into and sometimes beneath the chickens in order to retrieve them, but once she got over the fear of her hand being pecked off it had become much easier. She had Terry to thank for that. Eggs in hand, Dee moved towards the kitchen and began the rigorous process that was her cooking. Pulling everything she needed out of the fridge, portioning and organizing it all before her just as he had taught her. Steak and eggs was on her mind for that morning so she turn on her coffee maker and got to seasoning and cooking her meat. It wasn't long before she heard the unfamiliar sound of footsteps walking down her stairs. She offered a smile and uttered a quick, "Good Morning." turning towards freshly brewed coffee kettle and pouring him a mug. "Breakfast should be done soon, if you're hungry." Dilara had made enough for both naturally as she often met friends out for breakfast and never spared the time to cook just for herself.

[antielevator]

@punishdsin ( starter call )

Sebastian can't say he's particularly surprised by the presence of creatures that aren't human. Just as he'd been surrounded by nightmares of all shapes and sizes in STEM, he'd surmised it was only a matter of time before Silent Hill caught up with the rest of his memories. That's all it's been, after all: old ghosts, scenarios that made his skin crawl and his survival instinct peak, monsters and gore and a confusion so familiar it'd be an old friend if he didn't hate it so much... and just like the last time he'd been in STEM, he's repressing all his fear with frustration at the situation, instead.

The only times he feels especially terrified are whenever the ghost of his daughter finds him. The last time he'd seen her, her face had been burned clean off and her right leg had rotted, and she'd wept about how you hurt me, Daddy. You let them take me away. While a part of him wonders if he owes James an explanation, the more cowardly part of him decides he won't talk about it unless asked. James hasn't mentioned it so far, so that's how it's going to stay.

They've tried for two days now to leave this godforsaken place, but the town feels huge when you're hiding from creatures along the way. After discovering the south edge of Silent Hill had simply crumbled away-- Sebastian had even tossed a pebble off the apparent cliff the border became only to find it hurtling endlessly-- he suggested they try getting to the highway on the north side of town instead. Much as Sebastian had done his best to avoid Toluca Lake and the lighthouse on the other side of it (in the fog, sometimes it reminds him of Beacon more than the town he'd moved to), it seemed like the only option.

They were lucky to find stores of water before the sirens started blaring again; Sebastian had been quick to shove what he could in his pack, deciding there was no-one to steal from with how empty the town was, anyway. Food, though, is scarce, and what supplies they'd found so far had all gone rotten amidst the blood and the rust. Though he'll never admit it, not eating for two days has started to get him a little dizzy. So Sebastian suggested they hunt something to eat, and regardless of how James reacted, it's what has him perched on the roof of a building now, aiming at a big, crow-shaped monster before it sees him.

This one, he thinks, must be more a product of his own mind rather than James'. It's no doubt a bird, but with the white, glowing eyes reminiscent of the Haunted. Brows furrowed, Sebastian's eyes are sharp as he aims his crossbow (he'd laughed when he first found it, then muttered that James wouldn't understand why it was so funny), and once his aim is true he sends the bolt flying.

James should be waiting on the ground below if in the end he decided to help Sebastian out with his seemingly insane plan. The bolt whizzes to the crow's head straight through the brain, and with a piercing, dying shriek it plummets. Sure, it looks like its head and part of its wing has melted off-- almost like someone had poured acid over it-- but Sebastian likes to think the meat inside should still be fine. It's an animal, after all, and he decides it's convenient the bizarre forces at work in Silent Hill have turned it more chicken-sized than crow-sized.

[rayofsunshinc]

STARTER for @ripkaspbrak from Richie 🎈

❝Eds.❞

While Richie had dreamed up some grand, romantic speech for when Eddie was released from the hospital, he was at a loss for words. And that was a rarity. He swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat, hands shaking as they landed on the little bar that was around Eddie's hospital bed.

❝The doctor said that you could leave today. I fuckin' hate hospitals. Let's get you the fuck out of here.❞ Very grand and romantic. He tapped his fingers against the bar. He had to mention it before he chickened out. ❝I wanted to ... show you something. If you're up for a quick trip with me before you ship off to New York.❞ At least, that was what Richie assumed would happen. Which was why it was important for him to ... well, do what he needed to do. Wrap things up in Derry for real.

[kxllerblond]

Hey besties, as you have likely noticed-—I haven't really been active. Truth be told, I had a pretty bad depressive low followed by some really bad burn out that left me unable to do anything more than a few scattered short things here and there and even those took a lot of like energy to push myself to do. I've been in a very frustrated and restless place with my blog in the aftermath of this.

My drafts are stressing me out. Knowing that I owe shit and can't remember with who or where we were in the thread is stressing me out and kind of hindering any attempts at coming back and trying to be active again. Coupled with the typical Tumblr RPC thing of more or less having to rebuild your blog engagement from the ground up again after taking more than a few days off is very energy-consuming.

With that being said, I want to come back and be active and consistent again. I refuse to give up on this hobby and I love my little bastard man still. However, I think I'm going to have to make some significant changes going forward to make that happen.

DRAFTS.

Unless we have a multi-note and plotted thread going, assume they have been dropped. It's just too much to try and track everything down and remember where I was going with a lighter thread months ago or whatever when I was replying to it initially. It's making me freeze up and so nothing is getting done. Following this post, I'm going to be working on fully culling my drafts and likes of any threads I owe.

ASK MEMES.

I am going to be leaning on these heavily. Not much is changing here as this is my usual. I just will likely not be posting any more starter calls or attempting plotting calls or liking them. I'm going to be 99.9% ask meme interaction orientated. Any plotted or long form shit is going to be naturally pursued when I'm interested or have ideas instead of trying to force myself for the sake of it or because I feel expected to as I have in the past.

NEW THREADS.

Here is where I'm going to lose some of you. I'm going to be a burst RPer more than I have been in the past. That means I am going to be relying on shorter note interactions that may get dropped pretty quickly. I'm going to rely on no pressure threads that we can just mention and build off of in new interactions. A quick but gradual development through shorter lifespan threads, if you will. Sort of like climbing a lot of stairs to a certain point of development instead of trying to climb one giant mountain of a single heavy plotted thread at a time.

Does this mean I'm not going to do ANY plotted point A to point B threads? Nah. I'm just going to be very, very selective with them and I'm going to need both of us to be at the same level of passion, ig. Plotted shit and long term shit takes A LOT for me to keep going and so I need both of us to be 100% interested in the story and each other's characters, etc. I think, at this time, I only have 2-3 of those threads/storylines active.

NEW FOLLOWERS, NEW INTERACTIONS.

I'm not going to close myself off completely to following new people or taking on new followers...but I am done more or less screaming at walls or low key begging people to stop being anxious or intimidated and interact with me. I'm mega anxious myself but I do the bare minimum of being the first to send a meme, to like interaction calls, etc. If I am doing this and being the one to make the first step and I still don't receive any sort of energy returned...I'm dipping. I don't have the time or patience anymore to play chicken with people or to coax them into threading with me and I've caused myself plenty of issues in the past by trying to stick it out in the hopes things change.

IN SUMMARY

I know this portrays me as that dreaded flake RPer who starts shit and never finishes anything. I am hoping dearly that building off these unfinished threads will compensate for that lack of long form threading. I am aware this is going to not track with some of you as it's not an RPing format that is compatible with everyone and I accept that and I totally get it if some of you stop reaching out or unfollow or whatever. However, I'm going to be doing what I need to do in order to actually BE here. I'd rather be a tad bit of a flake but still get something done and enjoy this hobby somewhat instead of just sitting here frozen and getting nothing done because I don't want to be seen as a flake or dissuade people from interacting with me further.

Thank.

[kidwcnder]

@ahogechef said: ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ -ahogechef :3c ( throws my doter at u HEHEHE )

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | Accepting

"Hm?" Red hues looked up from his meal, french fries and chicken nuggets with a soda drink for starters after a good workout with Motoha at the best restaurant in Shibuya. The seat across from him was empty, true, but then with a quick glance, he noticed that all the other spots were taken in a short amount of time.

"Um, sure... go ahead." He gestured for the girl to sit down with a small, polite smile. She didn't look familiar at all, but perhaps that's about to change. "Did you order something already?" He queried out of curiosity.

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Hey gamers, wanna see some cringe? *starts showing you my Mary Sue self insert*

I made this back when my hair was blue oof.

This is Mono. She's from the burning gates of hell AKA England AKA Galar.

Basic run down of her backstory.

She is from Chirchester. Both her and her childhood friend/rival, Gunner, struggled to get sponsorships to start the League challenge.

After sometime, they were eventually sponsored by Mono's uncle who ran a small business. But to Gunner and Mono, it felt like they were sponsored as a favour rather than because they were recognised as strong trainers.

They were completely overshadowed by the other trainers in the gym challenge. No matter how many gym badges they got or how many battles they won, they weren't seen as 'marketable' by the media.

Gunner believed it was because they saw her as weak and began to train harder. Soon her rivalry with Mono became toxic. They were pushing each other too hard and Gunner started taking her aggression out on Mono.

It got worse when Gunner and Mono were battling and Gunner continued to attack after Mono was defeated. She kept chanting about how Mono needed to get stronger and she was making her look bad as her rival.

Gunner ended up damaging Claus's leg and knocking out Mono in the process. They were saved when Sam (Mono's cinderace) was able to get them to the nearest pokemon center.

Mono was too scared to talk about what happened. She was so used to being ignored by the media, she believed they wouldn't listen.

During her journey, Gunner learns more about the darkest day and how a captured eternatus is kept at Marco Cosmos. She breaks into the facility during Mono's match and summons eternatus.

Mono helps some trainers take down eternatus and stop the darkest day. Gunner is arrested, however she is released as, due to eternatus going on a rampage, there isn't any clear records of how this all happened. Gunner was able to claim they were 'controlled by eternatus' and because there was nothing proving otherwise, she was let off with a lenient punishment.

Mono was too scared to come forward about Gunners pattern of shitty behaviour. She couldn't take the guilt and paranoia and she ended up running away from Galar. She's traveling around different regions but for now, she's staying in Kitikami.

She's slowly working up the courage to go back home but she chickens out every time.

Some fun facts

She's a dark and fire type specialist but also works with ground types.

Her outfit is based on Piers because she's primarily a dark type user.

Because she's a dark type specialist, she's nocturnal.

Theivul and Cinderace are her comfort mons and she takes them with her to every region (even if they aren't aloud)

Zamazenta is also a comfort mon for her (sort of like Kieran and Ogerpon but less obsessive) however, she doesn't believe she's worthy enough to capture zamazenta.

She worked for the subway bosses for a bit, as a night staff announcer.

She was originally an announcer during the day time but she kept swearing into the mic and they moved her to night shift to stop her from scarring the children.

Her pupils glow red from dynamax energy. All galarians can do this.

Her first pokemon was a growlithe names Sam who was the family pet. She wanted him to be her starter on her journey but Sam died of a heart condition before they could go. She instead named her starter (a scorbunny) after him.

Her Galar team consisted of Sam (cinderace), Blue (corviknight), Claus (theivul), Rocky (obstagoon), Harpoon (boltund) and Jake (noivern). She switches them around with other pokemon when traveling different regions.

She's a reck. She's constantly anxious and is quick to run away from her problems.

She needs therapy.

Please ignore any spelling errors. I'm not very smart.