#ren faire and Halloween are coming up though...

[cryptid-crusader]

I was playing Baldurs Gate 3 but then my bf started talking loudly with his homies and it was distracting from the story so I stopped and now for the past hour I've been looking up elaborate elf costumes to try and emulate my character.

This is why I'm poor. 🙃

[sso-oc-events]

Upcoming OC events!

These are currently in drafts, but since it's been quiet for a bit I figure I should let you know what's coming up.

September - Medieval / ren faire theme October - Halloween (maybe general autumn theme too?) November - break month? December - Winter ball (fancy dresses, suits, etc!), and possibly running a general winter holiday event and/or new year's party even if they might have to run simultaneously.

Obviously nobody has to participate in any event, so running 3 events in December (winter ball, holiday celebration, and new year's) would just mean that you can pick and choose which event speaks more to you for your OC creativity. But I'm not sure about it, so feel free to let me know how you feel about December events. (The winter ball is a must for me, since seeing similar events on IG is what inspired this whole blog, and I want to see OCs dressed up in ballgowns and other fancy clothes... maybe I could schedule the ball for December 1st instead though, and treat it as November's event?)

[eastwindmlk]

8, 9, 11, 15, 17, 18, 20, 21, 23, and/or 30! :)

Hej! Thank you so much! That is a bunch and it really kept me thinking! 💛

What fic meant the most to you to write?

Oof! Okay, I think I have to say Ad Aspera Ad Astra for two reasons.

I got to work with an amazing artist in a reverse bang. This was my first time participating in an event like that. I really, really had a great time with it!

It was the first Prongsfoot and M/M fic I have every written. It really opened the door to another lovely community with amazing people!

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

That has to be one of my Galavant inspired fics! For some of the Jily Challenge challenges I wrote a Ren Faire AU and I love this world and the silliness of it all! It is al pretty much crack but it has made me very happy!

What fic was the most difficult to write?

For a Halloween gift exchange I wrote a little Twilight ficlet. As you might have guessed it is not my usual fandom and it was not my usual tropes either. But I think I wrote a pretty funny brother's best friend Alice/Jasper moment.

What was the hardest fic to title?

Any of my smut shorts were terrible to title, cause what do you even call them? Should I just start giving them cliché porn names? Some of them have absolutely atrocious names!

Also The Boy (in the bedroom) Next Door! I had a lovely friend of mine and one of my servers resident title queens come up with that one because I had no clue.

Share your favorite opening line

That has to be a hard hitter!

James Potter lived loudly, like he knew he was going to die young, that death would take him before he could accomplish everything in the long life his parents hoped for him. 

From Développement

Share your favorite ending line

Okay, this is harder because I am really bad at ending my fics. I think the ending of Harry's Mum is pretty good though.

If come morning Harry’s mum still had it going on, he might just be in for one interesting summer

Share your funniest line

So, I don't think I am particularly funny most of the time. Most of what I find funny is not captured in a sentence. Having said that. My little Molly goes to Tesco's is a hoot!

“UNIDENTIFIED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA,” it repeated a few seconds later and Molly snatched her basket away in the hopes of shutting the angry elf in the machine up. Her eyes darted around to see if anyone was staring at her.

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I don't know if this should have surprised me, honestly. But somehow in Recipe for Disaster (prongsfoot non-traditional omegaverse) the Sirius & Lily dynamic changed because there was just too much sexual tension.

I think it adds to the tension and the build up of the story and I feel like it shifted the mood/vibe of the whole fic a little. For the better imho.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Finishing TB(itb)ND for sure! That was supposed to be a microfic when it started. It then grew into 3 chapters, then 4 and it ended with 9 chapters written in about 5 weeks.

What would you like to write next year?

I have a list of works I want to start and hopefully finish! Which should be possible considering I am heavily restricting my fest participation!

Royal!AU Jily 1. (Yes, there is more than one) which is a dual POV vaguely Tudor era. There is a little forced proximity, annoyance to lovers, maybe an elopement.

Royal!AU Jily 2. Okay, so technically this is not just Jily. This is a choose your own adventure Jily, Lilypad, Jilypad. There are some fairytale elements, sweet and spicy options. Very Otome Game like.

Growing Together. It is a Jilypad plunny that has haunted me for over a year now. After the disappearance of James his pregnant wife and best friend do their best to carry on. In this process they fall in love. A decade passes and they are raising their family in the same cottage in Godric's Hollow when James reappears.

Ask me about my writing this year!

[mrprettywhenhecries]

ultimate ship meme | lewgrove

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general:

How long will they last? - once they get through some obstacles, they're endgame, baby

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - quicker than they expected, though neither of them wanted to admit it.

How was their first kiss? - angry and desperate

wedding:

Who proposed? - Billy

Who is the best man/men? - Steve

Who is the bridemaid(s)? - Max

Who did the most planning? - Win

Who stressed the most? - Billy

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Neil

sex:

Who is on top? - It's about 50/50 as to who's on top.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Again, it's pretty equal who starts things.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - 20 - 30 minutes

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - it's only fair

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

children:

How many children will they have naturally? - two, a little boy, Joseph William Hargrove, affectionately known as Joey & a little girl, Mira Jane Hargrove

How many children will they adopt? - none

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Billy

Who is the stricter parent? - Billy

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Billy

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Win

Who is the more loved parent? - i'd say they're loved pretty equally

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Win drags Billy to them

Who cried the most at graduation? - Billy

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Either of them

cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? - Billy, do not let Win into the kitchen

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Billy

Who does the grocery shopping? - they usually go together

How often do they bake desserts? - not super often, only for special occasions, like christmas cookies or birthday cakes

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat, though Billy tries to keep things somewhat healthy

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Win

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Win

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? -  Win

chores: 

Who cleans the room? - Win

Who is really against chores? - i'd say neither, though Billy somewhat balks at them

Who cleans up after the pets? - Win

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither of them

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Win

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Win

misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Billy lol, tho Win really likes to bathe with him, so that tends to make them take longer

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Billy

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - for the major holidays, but they don't really go all out, except for maybe halloween and christmas

What are their goals for the relationship? - to be each others' safe space, being there for each other when no one else is

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Win

Who plays the most pranks? - they both do, and they're very competetive

[nickgerlich]

Forks And Napkins And Burritos

Eleven of the twelve months have some notable day, either a federally observed holiday, or a socially recognized day worth noting, and as is often the case, celebrating. August is the only month with nothing; sometimes April joins August if Easter comes early, but it typically falls in that month.

Mothers Day and Fathers Day are in May and June, respectively. St. Patrick’s Day is a rite of Spring, even if we aren’t really all that Irish. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day fill the winter months, Valentine’s Day causes couples to get all amorous in February, then we honor our war dead in May, laborers in September, and independence in July.

That leaves October, and it can only mean one thing: Halloween. While the day is technically All Hallows’ Eve, and tied to the Christian observance of All Hallows’ Day on the 1st of November, somewhere along the line it was twisted into ghosts, goblins, tricking, treating, and silly costumes. And we love it, to the tune of $12.2 billion in Halloween-related sales last year. About 73% of Americans participate in the shenanigans, and I am betting few if any are concerned with the religious aspect once the calendar page is flipped.

So large is the business of Halloween that seasonal retailer Spirit Halloween has come to dominate sales. The chain, which is owned by Spencer Gifts, typically rents vacant storefronts in malls and strip centers for a few months each year, usually starting in August. It is so ubiquitous that it has even become the butt of jokes.

But it is also highly respected, which explains why Chipotle partnered with them to sell several bodysuit costumes promoting the burrito chain. As if wrapping burritos in foil weren’t enough, now fans can wrap themselves in skin-tight polyester outfits designed to spoof the Chipotle napkin, fork, water cup, burrito and to-go bag.

As much as I was scratching my head on this one, I am also high-fiving the marketing genius. When you can get people to pay good money to promote your brand, you know you have hit a high point. The costumes sell for $40 online via Spirit Halloween.

The academic in me wants to dive a little deeper, though, into the consumer psyche. What is it about Halloween that so captivates people to want to decorate, splurge on candy to give away, and dress up as someone they aren’t? If anything, it’s the intersection of creativity and fantasy. Maybe you manufacture your own costume, like those crazy head-turning ones that look like two persons but with only one person inside. Or perhaps you go as a celebrity, the opposite gender, a star athlete. The sky’s the limit.

And maybe that’s just it. You would never do that any other time of the year, but you can do—and be—whatever and whomever you want to be at Halloween. It’s ok. It’s socially acceptable. Forget about all those social norms you read about in text books that regulate what we can and can’t do, at least without raising the eyebrows of the general public. Furthermore, what many years ago was something primarily done by children, it now seems the adults have as much or more fun dressing up as their kids.

To be fair, we do that a little in March, wearing green and sporting shamrocks to honor a dead saint with a dubious story. But that’s about it when it comes to cosplay and all that, unless we are attending Comicon, a Civil War re-enactment, or a Ren Faire.

The level of participation in this seasonal distraction (some might call it an indiscretion as well) comes out to about $50.60 per person for the 73% of us participating. That should cover the Chipotle costume and a couple of bags of candy to hand out to the little ones. Not bad for a “holiday” most of us know little about, or even care to learn.

Maybe I’ll go as a fork.

Dr “Burritoful Idea” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[visd3stele]

magic and kids

summary:

A/N: I really hope you like it. Thank you for your requests. Loved writing it.

art credit: @phantomrin

TW: none

@britishbookworm2 requested (if you want to leave a request as well, click)

masterlist

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It's been four years since Taryn decided the mortal world would be a more suitable place to raise her child than Elfhame. Even if her sister was now High Queen, the fairies would still make life hard for her and her baby. Maybe not on purpose, she admits it. But magic runs wild, free and unstoppable. Used to it, the Fae Folk barely notices the dangers. And frankly, they don't care. Not allowed to use it on humans as cruelly as before, some meaner courts claim innocent ignorance. How can an entire society of enchanted beings change overnight? How could they be expected to adjust to human fragility all of a sudden?

So Taryn took her baby, promised her sister to visit and fled to Heather and Vivi's. It wasn't as hard as she'd thought. Getting used to the mortal world, that's it. And if her baby had longer canine than normal, or his ears sharpened to pointy edges to the top, it passed unnoticed. Her son certainly didn't stood out the way Vivi did, even with light brown eyes that looked orange in the sun and rusty red hair. He didn't need much glamouring either, not like Oak, Oriana or Madoc. By the time she sent him to preschool his hair was long enough to cover the ears and no one seemed to notice the teeth even without magic.

For all the talk Taryn did on how she wanted her son to be free of his father in all ways, snapping at Oak when the boy tried to teach him magic before he knew how to properly walk and forbidding her family to bring Fairyland up, she named him Renard.

Fitting, though not what she should have done. Maybe part of her can't let Locke go, not entirely. She knew he didn't particularly wanted the baby, that everything he promised her were pretty lies. But for a few months, it has been real. Their marriage, their love, their lives. She saw her dreams come true, one after another: the mistress of an important household, throwing parties for courtiers, motherhood.

Now that everything she wanted snaped broken in tiny little pieces carried away by harsh winter wind, Taryn Duarte couldn't phantom having her child become like his father.

"It has nothing to do with magic, for fuck's sake!" Vivi exploded once, after Taryn better than not threw Oak and Oriana - who came to visit - out of the apartment for trying to reach Renard's magic. "He won't become a sly, selfish fox if he can change appearance or grow horses out of leaves. It's all about his up-bringing!"

"I want him to be normal, Vivi! That's why I took him here!"

Renard has been barely one year old when the argument happened. But it was enough to take his mother's words to heart.

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Four years old Renard and twelve years old Oak played outside, jumping in crusty piles of autumn leaves. The princeling hadn't given up his plans to teach his cousin magic. He refused to let go of such opportunity: a friend he didn't have to hide of, one he could play with like he used to in Elfhame.

"Hey, Ren-Ren," Oak said, "check this out!" The older boy held up his hand, brows furrowed in concentration, lip grazed between his teeth. Nothing happened for an alarming amount of time. And then... the leaves twirl around the two cousins, splashing then with guts of wind and scarce dew as it swept them up in a friendly tornado.

Renard chuckled in delight, stretching to catch some of the closer leaves. But as soon as he touched one, the whole thing fell apart. "No!" Do it again, Oak. Do it again."

"I'm sorry, Ren-Ren," Oak faked a yawned and laid on the ground. "Magic is very serious business. Very consuming. I'm too tired to even move." He let his eyes close dramatically, watching Renard between his lashes. Truth be told, every time he did magic Oak felt good. Vibrant. As if the earth itself reached out and gave him life. But Renard didn't need to know that yet. He can definitely learn it by himself if Oak's plan works out.

The younger boy pouted and dropped on the ground. "Not fair," he muttered to himself.

"You know, Ren-Ren, you're half fae. That means there's a pretty good chance you're magic too."

"No, I'm not."

"You can't know that. Come on, give it a try!"

"No, Oak! I'm not magic. I'm not like Father, I'm like Mom. Like Mom, just like that."

Oak straightened himself, but didn't rose from the ground. "Ok, Ren-Ren. Listen up. Magic is not bad. It's fun. Don't you think it's fun?"

"Yes!" Renard nodded enthusiastically. "It's super fun. When you do it, Oak." At that the named boy own enthusiasm faded away in an instant.

"Thank you, Ren-Ren," he deadpanned. "But do you know what's more fun than watching me practice magic?" Not giving the kid a chance to answer, to even take in the question, really, Oak said "To do it yourself."

"Do you really think I should try, Oak?" Clearly, the little boy was attracted to magic. And clearly something was stopping him. But his older cousin slowly made whatever that was seem less big and scary, dragging him along in his qualms.

"Totally!"

Renard pushed his lips forward with his tongue, sticking it out through the gap in his teeth. Caramel eyes shone with desire, his red hair flown around by a cold, pleasant wind. "Ok," he gave in, as expected. "How do I do it?"

The smirk that lightened up Oak's face can only be describes as evil. Though no ill intention hid behind it. Only the knowledge his plan worked out, just like his sister, Jude's.

"Listen to me very carefully, alright? There is not just one way to make magic, Ren-Ren. You have to find your own. But for now, try the basics. Think really hard on what you want to happen. Something easy. Got anything in mind?" Renard frowned, then his eyes landed on a tree which still had some green leaves on its branches and nodded.

"Perfect! Now, imagine whatever you want to happen. Imagine it happening. Are you imagining?"

"Yes."

"No!" Oak groaned. "If you're paying attention to me, then it means you're not focusing on magic."

"But how will I know what to do if I don't listen to you?"

"I told you! Magic is your own, Ren-Ren. It comes naturally. So, dig it up. Use your imagination."

Renard tried to shut out the world around him, picturing the sole tree in his mind. A warm pull tugged at him and he followed. His magic, he tried not to dwell on the joy, but instead focusing on his practice. His magic reaching out. Because he reached out first.

The boy allowed the warmth to take control, guiding him through it. The tree now carved in his mind by detail wasn't enough. He needed action. But just imagining the leaves to fall wouldn't do. Renard couldn't say how exactly he knew it. He just did. Something more tender was needed. The half fae kid had to imply what he wants and trust his magic to follow his lead.

So Renard made himself cold. Chilly. Feeling a breeze of wind creeping inside his clothes, whipping his skin gently. Enough to rip a leaf off a tree, though. Which it did. The wind he summoned couldn't be felt, not really. Only by himself and the green leaves that departed one by one from their branch as if plucked by an invisible hand.

Oak gasped. Then grinned. And then he laughed. Renard broke free of his concentration, pleased to see his magic didn't falter. Not until every and each green leaf from his chosen tree didn't fall. The sight made him still in awe for a couple of seconds. But soon enough he joined his cousin with a bubble laugh, jumping up and down and running to tackle Oak in a tight hug.

"I did it, Oak! I did it!"

"Yes, you did, Rem-Ren. Indeed, you did. Congrats!"

"Can we show auntie Vivi? And auntie Oriana?"

When Madoc and Oriana first came in the mortal world, Taryn wanted nothing to do with them. But years of being cared for by the blue skinned, white haired, pink eyes woman showed their tale. She agreed to see her, but only her. She could be part of her child life, if she wanted.

"Sure. But don't you want to show your mom first?"

"Mom and auntie Heather work a lot. We can show them later." Renard said, but he felt his magic shrinking at the thought of his mother. His Mom didn't like his father. And his magic comes from his father. Is that why his magic doesn't want to reveal itself near Taryn? He hoped it was just him overthinking it, because he loves his Mom and wants to share this with her.

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Oak stayed with auntie Oriana, who was his mother, so Renard couldn't bring himself to be upset over it. He would want to be with his mother as much as he can as well. So he did a little trick for auntie Vivi, who told him to stay where he was, brought a camera and ordered him to glamour the tea cups again. Renard made them look like pumpkins, since the Halloween being over the corner made him impossibly anxious - in a good way.

Turns out even mortal technology can be fooled by fae's magic. Vivi showed the clip to Heather, who coed over him until Taryn came home.

"Hello, treasure. How was your day? Wanna give mommy a kiss?"

Renard jumped into his mother's arms, pressing a strong kiss on her cheek before starting to tell her about all the fun he had with cousin Oak. "And then he said I should try magic too."

Tamryn stilled. "And?"

"Look, Mom!"

Renard broke a vase, then, with a twitch of his fingers put it back together. "Auntie Vivi says I'm a natural."

"Does she? That's amazing, sweetheart."

But his mother didn't sound thrilled. In fact, her smile wasn't even a smile at all, but a thin line. "I'm sorry, mommy. I knew I shouldn't've done it, but I didn't know why. Now I know: you don't want me using my magic. It'll make me bad, like father."

Renard pushed his lips up front, scrunched his nose up, wiggled his toes, all in an atempt to stop the tears hurting his eyes from falling. When he realized it was in vain, he took off running to his room.

When Taryn entered minutes later she found her son curled on his left side in the middle of the bed, hugging a black goat plushie his uncle Cardan gave him on his birthday tight to his chest. She hated herself for causing the pain struck look on her son's face.

"Hey, sweetie."

"Hi, Mom." Renard wiped his nose with his jumper's sleeve.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. Mommy was just scared, but that's not your fault. You could never be bad. Magic is not bad. Of course you can practice all you want, but we'll settle some ground, basic rules first. Ok?"

"Really?"

"Rules you can never, ever break. Really."

"Thank you, Mommy! You're the best! Just wait until Oak hears about it."

A/N: Renard means fox in french. Also: oops, guess I finished it earlier than expected and didn't really felt like waiting days to post it 😅

[shewhospeakswiththunder]

Perhaps you’re feeling bored at home or, if considered an “essential” worker like me, you need a little fun and stress relief. Here is my masterpost of fic recs from my two years of reading so far. Maybe you’ll find something new, or reconnect with an old favorite. Either way--

Enjoy! 😷💕

Reylo Fics that Deserve All the Love

Near Kinsman by englishable

Englishable is just one of the best writers I’ve encountered in fandom. This historical western mail order bride AU is top notch quality.

The Masochism of Self-Defence by greyorchids

The Reylo dynamic in this Boston PD AU is steamy, but also heartfelt. 

So Much Thin Glass by walkingsaladshooter

Never knew I loved modern day Gothic AUs until I ran across this one.

Heaven Forbid by DarkKnightDarkSide

I was stunned by the author’s creativity in this Priestlo fic. So smutty. So... inventive 😉🔥

Sonder by deathbyhumidity

Two strangers passing each other by on the train. Soft, dreamlike, somber, poignant. Modern AU.

And Still I Would Remember by Inmyownidiom

A Victorian era AU of two souls that parted and come crashing back together.

So, You've Decided to Glamour a Human Girl. by selunchen

Faeries AU! Ben, a fae, and Rey, a human. Shenanigans ensue.

Live Long, and Prosper by SaintHeretical

For the Reylo Trekkies. Hell, even if you don't do Star Trek, read this. PHENOMENAL.

Mr. Solo & Miss Wellfound by LinearA

“Regency/Victorian AU, Ben sees Rey's stockinged ankle by accident.”

Diyari by Nervoustouch

Modern archeologists AU. Snarky banter with dashes of Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and Sahara vibes.

Drawn to the light of your burning sorrows by Kyriadamorte

The Mothlo AU you didn’t know you needed. Both gritty and soft.

Crown Glass by RebelRebel

Fantasy AU, with lots of beautiful imagery and engaging character dynamics.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA

NYC Jewish Leia and Ben. Skillfully layered plot, nuanced characterization. Smut is HOT.

By the Shores of Varykino Lake by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

Unhealthy dynamics, definitely read the tags. “There’s a lot of fucked-up-ness”, in the author’s own words. But it’s good writing. Fair warning.

Let Me Put My Darkness In You by ArdeaJestin

Canonverse. Hux is an insufferable, pompous ass and Kylo Ren writes terrible, melodramatic poetry.

Wintertide by Zabeta

Whimsical and primitive in turn, this lives up to the style of a true fairytale AU.

The Forty Thieves by PoetHrotsvitha

Peaky Blinders/Gangsters AU. Rey starts as Ben’s bartender and ends up as so much more.

I Said to My Soul, Be Still by LinearA

Dark!Rey takes her man. 🥵🔥💕

Hux's Rousing Pep Talks by Riels_shorts

This fic is hysterical. It’s not Reylo, and I don’t care. My list, my rules.

It's All I Can Do To Leave You Alone by TazWren

Office AU. Silly, spunky, with a bashful Ben. 

Sip the Honey Sweet by dietplainlite

Anne of Green Gables-esque/Edwardian era AU, the title really says it all.

The Pull to the Light by HarpiaHarpyja

Entrancingly macabre. This modern/fantasy/monsters AU catches your attention from the get-go, and never lets you off the hook.

lay then the axe to the root by sciosophia

All the Bronte goodness, plus smut.

The Golden Age by TourmalineGreen

Golden Age of Hollywood AU in which Ben is a jaded actor in serious need of an image fix, in the form of fresh-faced actress Rey.

Never Be Your Curse by Kate_Reid 

Kylo Ren is a go-go dancer in this AU. That was enough to get my attention 😘

Gallows God by Killtheselights

Bursting with deliciously grim imagery, an intelligent take on Norse mythology.

Thunderstorms, Clouds, Snow, and a Slight Drizzle by aNerdObsessed

Who doesn’t love an ugly sweater Christmas party? Ben Solo, that’s who. All the nostalgic wintertime feels in this modern AU.

Though My Soul Has Set in Darkness by englishable

It’s not long, but it’s good. A lyrical dive into the mindspace of child Ben Solo. A true gem. Also not technically Reylo. Still don’t care.

I Dare You by tinylittlebrain

Daredevil Kylo has pissed off ER doc Rey Kenobi for the last time. Spicy!

stuck in colder weather by redbelles

Professor Ren stops grad student Rey from biking home in a snow storm. And takes her to his home. You can guess where this goes 😉

Between Sky and Sea by nessalk

Serious Indiana Jones vibes with a Caribbean flair. Painstakingly researched, and moments of true beauty and joy.

But Before Tomorrow by Kate_Reid

Such good writing. Canonverse.

The Sword of Prince Hector by englishable

Exploration of what redemption might feel like for Ben, canonverse. 

if compassion be the breath of life, breathe on me by Victoryindeath2

All the angst and unknowns that we were left with in the wake of TLJ are soothed in this canonverse piece.

build a ladder to the stars by redbelles

An exploration of events post-Crait. Fantastic, beautifully written.

nor are we forgiven (which brings us back) by TolkienGirl

Both Kylo and Rey get to see what life would have been like if they both got exactly what they thought they wanted after TLJ. Fascinating read. 

Forsworn by Erulisse17

This Mando/ST crossover has everything you could want--action, witty banter, space romance! So much fun!

Reylo Favorites & Classics

One Shots

59 Minutes by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

For Science by KyloTrashForever, ohwise1ne

He Made It Through the Wilderness (somehow he made it through) by LovesBitca8

light carries on endlessly by lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora)

Grey by ocjones

The Idiot's Guide to Flirting by Violetwilson

High School/College AU

I Caught Fire by KyloTrashForever

Mountain Springs High School by animal

Epithumia by pontmercy44

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth

Office/Workplace AU

Sensual Storytime by andabatae

The Food of Love by LovesBitca8

Historical/Dystopia AU

Hiraeth by Ferasha

a manner of virtue by neonheartbeat

The lamb's thirst by animal

Wanted by Inmyownidiom

She Who Would be Queen by sasstasticmad

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives

ABO

Knot My First Time by KyloTrashForever

Canonverse/Canon-divergent

variations on a theme of you by diasterisms (Reydar)

i will be the wolf by diasterisms

Sky Marked Souls by AnonymousMink

The Death of Kylo Ren by nymja

World In My Eyes by sasstasticmad

i'm always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by diasterisms

Catch Me I’m Falling by violethoure666

Sword of the Jedi by diasterisms

You'll Be the One to Turn by postedbygaslight

Dark Crown by Violetwilson

Harry Potter AU

Nocturnal Studies And Other Peculiar Magic by WaterlilyRose

Otherwise Modern AU

Pretense by Celia_and

Insta-heart by slipgoingunder

Serotonin and Dopamine by pontmercy44

The Elusive Mating Dance of the Porgus Adorabilis by andabatae

Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter

WAR DOGS by fulcrumstardust

miles from where you are by Mooncactus

Charcoal by luvkurai

Stay by jeeno2

coarse and rough and irritating by frak-all (or_ryn)

Blades Crossed by the-reylo-void (Anysia)

Embers by sciosophia

Mitan, Midi by animal

Janus by englishable

Say My Name by Graendoll

Thank You for The Music by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

darling, so it goes by akosmia

This is the Sign You've Been Looking For by RebelRebel

Broken Things by midnightbluefox

One-Night Stand by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

The Rebel Side of Heaven by jeeno2

On The Bumpy Road (To Love) by violethoure666

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by Like_A_Dove

I’d Like My Obituary to Hint at a Sequel by Violetwilson

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson

Not Reylo, Still Awesome

Gingerflower/Gingerrose, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico 

Between Sand and Sea by Brit Hux-Tico (birchwoods01)

If Ever I Would Leave You by Weddersins

Her Yellow Rainboots by Weddersins

Merrical, Cal Kestis/Merrin (Jedi: Fallen Order)

The Stars Alight by FlyingMachine

Heavy Ice by FlyingMachine

Caltrilla, Cal Kestis/Trilla Suduri (Jedi: Fallen Order)

No One Else by xanderwilde

call it what you want by xanderwilde

tear you to pieces by xanderwilde

Dramione, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter Universe)

Now Is A Gift by SenLinYu

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll

Zutara, Katara/Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

oracle bones by an orphaned account

Fics by Me

Virtue Ethics

Reylo College AU (completed)

Dr. Ben Solo, adjunct philosophy professor and part-time martial arts instructor, discovers a young woman in his Intro to Philosophy course whom he thinks may not actually be enrolled at the University.

Chiasmus

Reylo Role-reversal canonverse AU (WIP)

Scourge of the galaxy, Kira Ren, is tasked by the First Order to eliminate the last of the Jedi. When she captures hotshot podracer Ben Solo to extract Luke Skywalker’s location from him, things do not go according to plan. 

This Dance of Light, This Sacred Blessing

Snapshots of a modern Reylo AU. Smutty, prosey one-shot.

Listen Up, Kid

Canonverse Reylo Post TLJ one-shot

The ghosts of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's past are back to haunt him with a vengeance. A well-meaning, familial kind of vengeance. Or, A Star Wars Carol.

Ben’s Body

Reylo Modern AU (completed)

Rey is an up and coming sculptor specialising in human shape and form. Her new next door neighbour has a body to die for and she's determined to preserve it in marble forever. Now she just has to convince dashing and reclusive Ben to model for her. Preferably naked.

Growin’ Up

Reylo High School AU (completed)

Ben Solo was supposed to only be ruining his own life with his bad decisions. Rey Niima was just trying to pay attention in class. Both get stuck in detention.

Seven Texts, 2 AM

Reylo Modern AU, smutty one-shot

Ben has good reasons not to have sex with his neighbor, Rey. She has other ideas.

Song of the Forest

Reylo Fantasy/BatB/Fairytale AU (completed)

Once upon a time, a girl with an unknown past appeared on the doorsteps of a lord’s manor, and now the forest at the edge of the lord’s property is calling to her.

A Season of Frost & Warmth

Modern Reylo P&P AU (completed)

When Ben shows up to a Halloween party with no costume, it only confirms Rey’s certainty that he is the world’s biggest jerk. Until it comes to light that maybe... he isn’t. 

Follow Me Home

Modern Werewolf Reylo AU (completed)

Rey gets stone drunk and brings home a big cute husky she found in an alley. The next morning, she finds a naked man built like a fridge sleeping on her living room floor, and no dog in sight.

The Gentleness That Comes

Reylo Modern AU one-shot

Underground boxer!Ben is resigned to his life of violence, until he meets a pretty new bartender one night.

Unlikely, Unbidden, Unbound

Gingerflower canonverse AU (WIP)

General Hux is imprisoned by the Resistance when the First Order falls. He had known his death was coming, it was simply a matter of course. He’s disappointed to learn the Resistance has other plans, and an unwavering policy of giving people second chances.

@thereylowritingden @reylofic @nancylovesreylo @grlie-girl @lilia-ula @greyforceuser @tazwren @mhcalamas

[cosplayinamerica]

Spiderman from Marvel 1602 // Cosplayer: kammospark

Tell us about Spiderman1602, I’ve seen many versions of Spiderman but  thiis is a new one to me! What led you to this concept of this version of Spiderman?

Well I've always had an appreciation for lesser know outfits of popular heroes. Looking through many wardrobes and outfits, the obscure ones always stood out to me, "Wow, I've never seen this one before!" I'd think to myself, and I figured others who know the characters well would love to see them brought to life too, or even people curious about the stories of them would enjoy seeing it. I feel everyone has a love for Spider-Man; he's such an iconic superhero and has so many suits, and even though they can be quite diverse, they still feel recognizable as one of the Web-slinger's costumes.

While I was looking at different Spiderverse characters for inspiration on a new Spider-Man cosplay, I saw Marvel 1602 and it immediately caught my attention; I thought it was such a fun looking design. Definitely away from a modern or futuristic look, it's charm won me over, and I had to put it together. And as a fan of the fantasy genre in general, thanks to many years as a GM from D&D as well as other media, I also enjoy Ren-faires and wanted something to wear to show my love for Superheroes and Renaissance.

When you wore it out to conventions, what was the response? Obviously they knew you were Spiderman because of the mask but were they confused about the rest of your outfit? What were some of their guesses?

Oh people certainly get a kick out of seeing the outfit. Some people have called Me 'Lord Spider-Man', 'Ren-Spidey', 'William Spider-Speare', a lot of creative names for it that never fail to make me smile as much as it does for them. Whenever I wear a Spider-Man cosplay, I always want to try and take pics with as many Spider-Men as I can find, and most of the time it's the other Spiderman cosplayers that recognize who the character really is. I love having people laugh and get excited over the character, it's part of that Con Magic where people just can't help but feel like a kid when they see something that fills them with joy; its my favorite part of this fun hobby, just making someone's day memorable, even for a moment.

Besides conventions , I see you wore the costume to a Renaissance Fair. What was responses there? Was it different from conventions?

Ren-faires in general are a great time! And when I started this costume, I was excited just thinking of the reactions from people and how happy they may be. I've taken 1602 to quite a few Ren-faires: Central Coast Ren Faire, NorCal Ren Faire, and Kingsburg Renaissance of Kings.

The first place I ever debuted it was as CCRF, and I was stopped by about 20 people before I could make it past the first 3 booths. It really does feel like a different environment going to faires. D

uring them, I'd be a bit more 'theatrical' and introduce myself as Peter Parquagh, and try my best to make people smile or laugh. I've gotten the opportunity to meet many wonderful people and people with stunning and gorgeous Renaissance outfits. Kids come walk by amazed that they actually got to see a Spider-Man at a Ren Faire.

One instance, a bard played the spider-man theme song on a lute as he traveled around me. At two different faires my presence was requested by the Queen, and I was escorted to her, one even knighted me! Everyone just has a blast role playing and getting caught up in the fun, the energy is so infectious and delightful! 

Take us through how the outfit was put together?

Well, I cannot take full credit on the cosplay. My mother was actually a large part of it. Growing up, my mom was always really involved and loved making costumes for Halloween for me and my sister. And one of her favorite aesthetics is period piece era fashion and she loves Jane Austen.

As I was looking for ideas for a new cosplay and showing her, she was drawn towards 1602 and offered to do as much as she could to help create it, and she loved helping putting it together. The suit is a handmade outfit following a 14th century cavalier pattern. The design called for detachable sleeves and very baggy slops, but we decided to have the sleeves attached and slim down the slops slightly, to give it a mix of authentic and Spider-man's sleekness.

We went looking online and found this wonderful blue velvet fabric with Fleur De Lis imprinted onto it and thought it'd really help the outfit pop! We had to make sure we kept the fabric in the same direction: it has a difference in shimmer if facing a certain way, and we wanted the Fleurs facing the same way as well, so we tried to be mindful of that. We pleated the red fabric in the front and it was quite stubborn, but we tried our best to make it look similar on both sides of the torso. The back has a spider and has legs that lead unto the front; we cut out red fabric and hand-stitch embroidered on, and was quite meticulous.

Me and my mom kept an eye out online for just the right buttons we wanted for the costume. Something antique and era appropriate but also thematic, and after a while, we stumbled across a web-designed antique gold button set. We also looked for a thick ruff rather than the costumes original thin look. The original costume look also called for the mask to have open eye holes, but I opted out of that, and felt that a traditional mask look better complemented the costume. After that I acquired socks and shoes and then it was finished! 

How did you discover cosplay?

As mentioned earlier, my mom loved making mine and my sister's costumes growing up. She's a seamstress as a hobby, and is so creative and artsy. Halloween was probably my favorite holiday growing up, and I was so happy I got to wear something made with much love from my family. Some of my favorite notable costumes growing up was a knight, an astronaut, and Pikachu.

As I got older, around high school, I still liked the idea of costumes, even bought a cheap Captain America outfit for The Avengers premiere night, but I mostly dropped off on dressing up. I grew up in a very small town, but eventually, after I moved out to the city, I heard about 'conventions' and I was interested and wanted to try and wear something to one. I decided to make a classic Punisher costume, and wore it for the con. It was a small venue, but even then it finally hit me, 'This is a thing people do. People love to dress up, go make friends, bring smiles and show their love for their Fandoms and interests. THIS is what Cosplay IS'. I finally understood what this little hobby of mine was, and I embraced it.

Have you discovered something about yourself through cosplay?

I've always thought of myself as a people pleaser. I'm someone who really only want others to be happy. I'm also someone who loves to share their interests and engage with others about things that we can share and discuss and geek out over.

When I was young, I often felt left out from social circles, due to my often eccentric personality. I found it really hard to make friends, and I am forever grateful for the friends that I have made and been with me for years.

Cosplay has opened up another avenue as far as friends and socializing. My first couple of cons I was initially intimidated, but I have to say that I'm so glad I got into this hobby, for I've met many people with interesting stories and wonderful personalities, and people I still talk to often. It's really helped me feel like I can make good friends and memories, and I'm sure that others have felt similarly and that's something I treasure.

What are your future cosplay goals?

As with most cosplayers I'm sure, I have way too many projects in my head with very little work on a lot of them. I suppose my current goal is to rework the headpiece of a cosplay I finished last year, my Bioshock Big Daddy Doll. The head was massive and too cumbersome so it needs to be redone.

As far as new projects, I would very much like to do a Prince Link cosplay, inspired by the creation of theLostSindar. Another idea would be to do more superhero variants and make a Blue Lantern Flash that 8ve been eyeing for a couple of years.

One thing I definitely want to get good at is working with foam. I am massively inexperienced with foamsmithing, and I strive to learn how to be good at it and learn how to make wonderful things with it. It's just like when I first went to cons; starting off can be a bit scary or even overwhelming before we really get it going, but that exposure to things we really desire is all we need to get hooked and make it our passion.

https://www.instagram.com/kammospark/

[pentanguine]

Events in my life

I went to the Ren Faire a...week and a half ago now? and I’m in love. This is my favorite place on earth. One day I will have disposable income and I will dispose of it at the Renaissance Festival. I want a cape; I want a hat; I want leather boots; I want a leather vest; I want leather gloves. I want to live in the leather shop and write in leather bound books by candlelight. (Also, less romantically, I got a turkey leg for the first time, and holy shit, they’re huge; I ate that thing for two hours and never hit the bone. It was worth the exorbitant price and I didn’t need dinner)

Dressed up as Goodsir for Halloween, and it was a rousing success. I made a cravat out of socks and pinned it in place with a pronoun pin because no one in my household has a safety pin to their name. A small child took one look at my beard and started walking very fast in the opposite direction.

I’m working three evening/night shifts even though I’m a dyed in the wool morning person whose ideal sleep schedule is from 10:30-6:30. We’ll see how this goes.

My computer is on the fritz again, so I have spent all my free time the past couple of days running around between my university’s help desk and the “local” (forty minutes away from me) Best Buy. They got the problem fixed briefly, but it didn’t stick, so I’m thinking it’ll be easier at this point to just buy a new computer. In the meantime, my loaner has a very fun extra-clacky keyboard. 

More than you ever wanted to know about my clothing:

I only own six long-sleeved shirts and six pairs of long pants, and since I now live in a place that experiences Actual Winter I should probably remedy that. I’m told thrift shopping is great...all I’ve ever found at a thrift store was a pair of ugly pants that was too small for me and a weird hat for a Halloween costume, but I will make the attempt.

Sitting in the library at night, directly in the path of the glass doors, I am beginning to see the appeal of sweater vests. I haven’t decided yet if this is a terrible idea, or just an inevitability. 

I keep telling people that my ideal wardrobe is to be a very dapper goth (I have a fashion inspo folder that’s literally 95% black clothing), but then the reality is that I’m buying shirts in white and orange, coveting pairs of pants in bright red and blue, and mostly wearing jeans and t-shirts and sneakers like I always have. Am considering, if not quite coming to terms with, the fact that maybe I have a casual sense of style and enjoy wearing colors as long as I don’t have to be a girl while doing it.

Multiple people have complimented me on my collection of button ups over the past couple weeks, and I find it strange and marvelous. I am used to my sense of style existing in the future tense in my head and as a slowly-growing hypothetical at the back of my closet, but now it just is, and other people see me when they look at me!

[silenceofthecookies]

Come in

So, it’s Halloween month, and I wanted to write some Halloween inspired scenarios this month! Here is the first, enjoy!

Pairing: Jinguji Ren x female reader Word count: 1183 Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Adjusting your costume once more, you left the staff-only area and returned to your place behind the bar. You kind of regretted your choice of costume, a fancy but itchy demon costume. It was a little uncomfortable and the skirt was a tad bit too short, but at least you looked great. Next year, you were definitely going for comfort though.

It was Halloween night, and the bar you worked at was throwing a party. You didn’t have anything planned, so you figured you might as well work through the night, earning some extra money. Your co-workers even believed they owed you for it, which made it all the better.

Looking at the clock, you realized there was only one hour left to go before the bar would close. Releasing a sigh of relief, you focused on the next patron. Even though you were doing this voluntarily, you were getting very tired and you couldn’t wait until you could go home, take off this costume and crawl into bed. Looking your next customer in the eye, you were a little surprised to see a familiar face, looking paler than usual with little fangs on the corners of his smile.

“Ren? What are you doing here?” “Well my dear, it’s a party, isn’t it? Of course I’d be here.” “Just you? Or did your colleagues come too?” “Just me, the others went to a more… let’s say, tame party.” “So you drove all the way out here and now you’re drinking?” “No dear, I took the bus. I know I shouldn’t drink and drive, I drink responsibly.” “Then how are you going home?” “The bus?” “Ren, it’s 2 am. There are no more busses here at this hour.”

Watching his face go from relaxed to shocked was rather amusing, but you also felt bad for him. You and Ren had been friends for a few years now, though you didn’t see each other that often, certainly not ever since he had joined Shining Entertainment and became part of the idol group Starish, you still saw him as a good friend. You couldn’t just leave him to his own devices tonight, now could you?

“You know what? I’ll be off in about an hour. Hang around here until then, and then you can drive home with me and crash on the couch. Then you can take the bus back when you’re awake.” “Y/N, you’re an angel.” “Actually, I’m a demon,” you gestured at the little horns on your head, “but thank you.” “No my dear, thank you.”

You exchanged smiles before you handed him his drink and continued serving other patrons. Ren went to the side of the party, relaxing a bit, and mostly waiting for your shift to be done. The hour flew by with how busy it was, and soon you sat behind the wheel of your car with Ren sitting next to you.

“Whoa, Ren! I didn’t notice inside because of how dim the lights were, but your costume looks amazing! You almost look like a real vampire!” “Thank you, my dear. I did put some effort into my appearance for the night.” “And it shows! Damn, if I didn’t know you already, I’d say I needed to watch my back! Or, well, neck.” You laughed at your own stupid joke, and Ren laughed with you.

After a short drive, you arrived at your house. You parked your car in the driveway as usual, and went inside. Noticing you didn’t hear the door close behind you, you looked back to see Ren still standing outside.

“Ren? Are you ok?” “Yes I am, my dear, but you should know vampires always need to be invited in.” Ren winked, and started laughing. “Well then, my fanged friend, you may enter.”

Ren smiled and entered your house as you both laughed about the stupidity of the joke. You brought him to the living room and went to get a spare blanket and pillow. Before going to bed, the two of you shared one more drink on the couch while catching up a little, it had been a long time, after all.

To be fair, you were a little excited. You had ben crushing on Ren for a long time now, but you knew he wasn’t allowed to have a relationship as long as he was part of Shining Entertainment. Over time, you had gotten the idea that Ren felt the same way about you, but of course you couldn’t be sure until either of you spoke up. Relationship or not, having him stay over for the night made our heart skip a beat. The thought of being able to see him first thing in the morning made you look forward to waking up. After finishing up your drinks the two of you wished each other good night and you both went to sleep.

---

You heard footsteps in your room. Thinking it was a burglar, you snapped your eyes open to see Ren standing next to your bed. “Ren? What are you doing in my room? Is something wrong?” You were about to get up when you felt Ren’s hand on your shoulder. “No, Y/N. Nothing is wrong, I’m sorry for waking you.” “Then why are you in my room?” “I woke up from a scream. I thought it was you but… I guess it was just in my dream.” “Nope, I didn’t scream. Guess all the Halloween stuff got to you, huh?” “Yes, I guess it did. Sorry for waking you, Y/N. I’ll let you go back to sleep now. Good night.” “Sweet dreams, Ren.”

As you turned around in your bed and almost immediately slipped back to sleep. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard Ren say one more thing.

“Thank you, Y/N. But actually, vampires don’t dream.”

You felt a pressure on your neck, which turned into a sharp pain, and then-

---

You jolted awake. What a dream, you guessed Halloween got to you, not to Ren. Your neck was stiff and sore. Guessing you had lied in a wrong position, you stretched your neck a bit before going to the living room to see if Ren was already awake.

You were surprised to find the room empty. The blanket and pillow you gave him the night before laid neatly folded on the couch. Checking around the house once more, you couldn’t find Ren anywhere. There was no note either, and you didn’t see any messages on your phone either. You tried to call Ren, but you only got voicemail.

Figuring he had to leave urgently for idol business or something, you started to get ready for the day. Apparently that dream hadn’t been the only one you had, you felt as if you had been hit by a truck. Weak, sluggish, still very tired,… not to mention that pain in your neck. After breakfast, you headed up to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Looking in the mirror above your sink, you finally saw the cause of your pain.

There were two tiny holes in the side of your neck.

[crypticalwitch]

A Halloween night! Bloody Code Au (Part 1)

Ok, this is crossposted (i really hope im using it right) to my wattpad, but there its a songfic to Victorious by Panic! at the Disco, but i removed that here, because i liked it alot. also this is a cliff hanger that i will update to add the link to the second one later. Also some bad language, booze and blood and vomit. not graphic or anything, just wanted to mention! 

Part 1/ Part 2

Grian smiled. Halloween was always one of his favorite holidays, since it was excuse to cause trouble, and a halloween party at a night club was definitely going to be fun. The costume He and Scar chose was also very fun. While most might have just bought something, they had two advantages over everyone else, 1) Demise ment they had the best ghost costumes, with little to no make up, only using it to bright colour to scar tissue, which is why the pair were grayscale while walking down the road, and 2)Vex and Fairy, enough said.

And so Grian and Scar walked down the road toward the club. Grian had brought his vex mask, while Scar had made sure to have small stash of regen potions incase someone over did it on the drinks.

“SCAR GRIAN!” Rens familiar voice called out from down the road. Grian began to run closer, Scar on his heels. 

“HI REN!” Grian yelled. Ren was dressed up a stereotypical wolf man, though he only had the wolf ears,tail and clawed gloves. 

“Ready Scar?” Ren asked, jumping up and down slightly.

“You know it!” Scar smiled, “Cub already inside right?”

“Yup!” Ren cocked his head to the side. “What are you guys dressed up as?”

Grian smirked.

“Were Dead!” Scar giggled

“OH!” ren seemed to notice the grey skin, the X-ed out eyes, and the scars. The outline of grains skeleton was highlighted, and scars lips and hands were a pale yellow-green.

“Well, lets go!” grian said, his impatience beginning to show.

“Yeah!” Ren smiled and began to pull the pair to the entrance.

The club was bright, loud, and chaotic, in a very different way than Hermitcraft, and Scar wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Grian seemed to enjoy the loud music and immediately went off to the dance floor after seeing Iskall, who was dressed up as a mad scientist. 

Scar met up with cub, who was dressed up as a vampire, and got a comfortable seat close enough to the bar and the dancefloor, but wasn’t two crazy.

Things were fine at first. None of the group really drank too hard, and Scar even went out to dance with grian for a while. And then the coughing started.

It was only a small cough at first, occasional and something he could ignore. And then he coughed something up. A very familiar taste, the taste that ended his Demise run. He grabbed a napkin and spit it out, the pale yellow color staining the paper.

Grian was in a similar boat. The scars from the blast always itched slightly, even when he was alive, but at some point in the night, the scars began to inch and ache like crazy. It wasn’t until he rubbed one of the markings and his hand came away bloody that he realise something might be wrong.

Scar ended up in the bathroom, Grian at his side, Coughing and retching up poison and blood while Grian slowly dripped blood from his arms and legs.

“Feeling better?” Grian asked, rubbing his boyfriends back.

“A little.” Scar smiled, pulling back from the toilet “has the bleeding slowed any?”

“Yeah, its done I think.” Grian giggled, “Could you imagine if someone saw us?”

“In the same bathroom stall? Or coughing up blood and poison?”

“Yes.”

“Grian that makes no sense!” Scar laughed, 

“Ready to head back out?” Grian smiled, wiping the blood from his hands off on toilet paper.

“Yeah,” Scar smiled. “I think so!”

Grian and Scar slid out of the stall, right into a very confused Ren standing in the doorway.

“REN!” Grian blushed

“Uuhhh how long have you been standing there?” Scar asked, blushing under the grey.

“Long enough to know you two were in the same stall, but not long enough to know why!” Ren said, followed by an awkward laugh.  

“Really nothings happening.” grian began to spitball. “Its all fine. Nothings happening. Everything's FINE.” Scar facepalmed.

“We’ll explain later.” Scar smiled, “But not right now.”

“I guess thats fair my dudes.” ren smiled.

“Im just gonna,leave.” Grian carefully moved past ren, and entered back onto the dance floor.

Grian almost didn't notice the man dressed up as the grim reaper among the sea of costumes, but the reaper certainly noticed him. When grian got a drink, the man watched from a corner of the dance floor. When grian joined up with iskall on the Dancefloor, the man watched from the corner of grian’s eye.

“YOU!” he shouted, his voice gravely, as if he had been decomposing.

“Me?” Grian felt his face go warm.

The man stepped closer, and drew a scythe from his long tattered cloak. He growled, “You…”

Grian was finally able to get a good look at him. 

“Grimdog?” grains stomach flip flopped over and over again.

“Hehe” He nervously chuckled as the reaper apoached, flipping the sythe expertly around, so that the point was up, and placed it to Grian’s neck. “No hard feelings, remember ol’ buddy?”

The reaper growled.

Grimdog removed the point from Grian throat, before giving it a hefty swing into grian’s torso area. Grian lept back, the bone blade only landing a light scratch across Grian’s chest.

“Ok, got it, hard feelings.” grian joked, before pulling his mask off its chain. “If its a fight you want Grimdog,” Grian smiled, placing the mask on his face. “Then its a fight you’ll get.” Grian shouted voice took on an echoy quality,like many hims speaking at once.

Across the club, Scar, Cub, Iskall and Ren hear this, though only one recognised Grian’s voice.

“Oh no…” Scar murmured into his drink, non alcoholic as usual.

“Has someone already started a fight?” Iskall swirled his glass while he leaned back in his chair.

“Sounds like it.” cub smiled, slightly buzzed, “Wonder whats it over.”

“Somthin dumb probably.” Ren said. “Scar are you ok? You look nervous.”

 “IIIIIII, recognise that voice…” Scar said, nervously drawing out his words. “And if im right….”

“...WE should probably leave the building.”

“What?” Iskall sat up in his seat properly. “Why?”

“Cause if he’s any sort of involved with a fight…” Scar blushed as Grian-vex cackled along with the clang of bone and metal. People began to rush towards the exits “Shits about to hit the fan.”

The table stared for a moment, suddenly serious. 

“Welp.” Cub stood up,  putting on his cheep vampire cape, “Scar swore, The sky is Green, Grass is blue, and i'm getting the hell out of dodge.”

“Ditto.”

“Right behind ya.”

The four only got a few blocks down the road when the sound of bricks exploding echoed through the streets.

“SCATTER!” Scar screamed, Cub and Iskall began running down alleys as Ren and Scar continued running the main streets.

“OH COME ON GRIM!” the voice laughed. “I thought you’d be better at using that thing!”

“really?” scar muttered, “taunt the reaper huh?”

“Is this guy really brave or really stupid?”

Scar rolled his eyes. “Both.”

“Oof”

The fight had made it to the pair, and scar pulled ren into an alleyway. Giving ren the first view of this mysterious man.

The man’s skin was a pale grey-blue color. His dark hair had many curls were supernaturally sharp, a look that didn't sit right with Ren. His eyes and mouth didn't help. Both were glowing white-blue, his eyes eerily pupiless and his mouth filled with sharp teeth, pulled into a frustrated and menacing smile. Behind him, a pair of white wings glowed, and in his hand, a loosely held an axe.

The Reaper, if he even was human, was worse though. His eyes were pitch black, and everything about was salow and decayed, like he had just risen from the grave. He was covered with a swirling cloak, and carried a large scythe that appeared to be the jaw bone of some large animal.

Ren looked up at Scar. Scar watched the battle with an nervous air. The pair were stuck. Ren didn’t know who to hope for. The Reaper with the Scythe or the Spirit with an Axe.

“I-swear-if-i-die-dressed-as-the-world-most-effort-put-into-bad-halloween-costume-i'm-going-to-haunt-someone.” he whispered, semi-serious.

The reaper and Spirt help up their weapons and charged at each other.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Lost Night

Switch AU

Everything’s been peaceful for a while. Well, relatively. That’s all about to change here. Something happens, and let’s just say Anti freaks out a bit. And then something else entirely different happens, and he freaks out again. And the story is very long. I dunno, it’s late and I don’t know how to provide accurate summary without spoilers rn. It also gets kind of intense at some points when Anti breaks down. Anyway, hope you guys like it :)

More of this AU found here

“Hey Dad, I think I see their car.”

Anti looked down at Will pulling on the hem of his jacket, then looked back up again, following Will’s pointed finger down the road. It was about four in the afternoon, which meant there weren’t a lot of cars driving in the area, which made the familiar blue car stand out a lot more. “Yep, I think that’s them,” he said, waving.

The car pulled over to the side of the road, and the backdoor opened. “Will!” Michelle burst out, tackling her friend in a hug.

“Ack!” Will stumbled back from the force of it. “Dad, she’s strangling me!”

“No she’s not, Will,” Anti said, smiling a bit.

“I’m so glad to see you!” Michelle was happily oblivious to any trouble she might’ve caused.

“I just saw you yesterday!” Will said, dumbfounded.

The driver’s side window rolled down, and Rama stuck their head out. “Hey kids, why not talk in the car? We still need to drop you off before we head out.” They nodded in Anti’s direction. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Anti said back. “Yeah, c’mon, get inside. We’re already kinda late.”

The two kids climbed into the back, and Anti walked around to get into the passenger side. As they headed out, Michelle piped up. “Why can’t we come too?” she asked, whining a bit.

Rama sighed gently. “We told you, it’s for grown-ups.”

“But it’s a birthday party, isn’t it? I want to go to a birthday party.”

“You just had a birthday party yesterday,” Rama said teasingly. “And you won’t be getting presents at this one.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” Michelle suddenly leaned across the middle seat and stuck a stuffed animal in Will’s face. “Look what Ren and Dad got me! After the party ended and you left and everything.”

“Oh!” Will leaned back, getting a better look at the stuffed animal. “Is that...one of those Beanie Baby bears that are kinda hard to get?”

“My teacher has one in her room, and ever since I saw it, I really really liked it,” Michelle chattered. “So I kept asking and asking and Ren and Dad got me one!”

Anti chuckled a bit, glancing over at Rama. “So. How much did that cost?”

“Not that much,” Rama said defensively.

“Alright, Little Mx. Money to Spare,” Anti laughed, settling back in the car seat. “Hey, how’s Jackie doing?”

Rama paused. “Better. Still living with Henrik, we’ll meet the two of them there. But we talk almost every day online, and Michelle seems to understand.”

“Good.” Anti nodded. He wasn’t exactly sure about it, but he thought that maintaining contact was a good way to keep up a romantic relationship. Just like a friendship. Even though he did have a bad habit of suddenly going silent in his own friendships...but he’d been doing much better at it. Case in point, actually going to this ‘party’ even if he wasn’t too much a fan of what they had planned. It would be much better with other people.

After dropping the kids off with the babysitter, it was a short drive over to the restaurant. Surprisingly, it was still fairly crowded at four o’clock, though not nearly as crowded as it would be even an hour later. Though perhaps part of the reason it looked crowded was because of the six people in the small waiting area, most of whom immediately stood up and walked over the moment Anti and Rama walked into the building.

“Anti! You made it!” JJ rushed over, pausing a moment before getting any closer. When Anti nodded, JJ closed the distance, giving him a quick hug. “We were starting to get worried about you two.”

“Yeah, well...you’ll have to talk to Rama about that, ‘cause they were late in the first place to pick me up,” Anti said jokingly.

JJ raised an eyebrow. “I see.” He turned to Rama, but then froze. “Well. Seems like they’re busy,” he chuckled.

Anti looked over as well. And he made a face. It seemed Rama and Jackie were talking...and more than that, actually. “Get a room, you two,” he said.

Jackie glanced over at him and smiled a bit, pulling away from his spouse. “Give us a break, Anti,” he said. Anti rolled his eyes, but secretly he was glad to see that Jackie was indeed doing better. Physically, he hadn’t changed much; he was still wearing the red hoodie that he hadn’t once taken off since his return, with its sleeves pulled far down, and his hair was just as short. But behind his glasses, his eyes were somehow...lighter. Apparently he started to see a therapist, and it must’ve been working really well.

Schneep appeared next to Anti. “You should see the two of them on the video chat,” he muttered. “It is almost insufferable. Too sweet.”

“Aw, Schneep’s just jealous,” Jackie teased. “I know you want a partner, zappy boy.”

“Oh, as if,” Schneep scoffed. “They would have to be able to keep up with me, and I know that is impossible, so unless I find someone who can—ow!” Anti had punched Schneep in the arm. “Ah, always so violent,” he muttered.

“Oh, you haven’t seen me being violent,” Anti promised.

“Hey, there will be none of this,” JJ said sternly. “It’s my birthday.”

“Your birthday was like, four days ago,” Anti pointed out.

“Yes, well, there were no good shows playing on a Wednesday and a holiday,” JJ said, folding his arms in an almost sulky way. “And this place closed early.”

Anti rolled his eyes. “Well. Happy birthday, Jackson. I’d give you your present but the stupid online shipping is taking forever.” Taking a step back, Anti looked around the waiting area. “Where’s Marvin?”

“I’m righ’ here.”

Anti turned back around. Marvin was sitting in a chair right next to the restaurant’s entrance, easy to miss when coming in. He was wearing his nice jacket, and also... “Are you wearing headphones?” Anti asked, surprised.

Marvin grinned. “Yea.” He tapped the side of the heavy black headphones. “Noise cancellin’. T’ese places get very loud an’ bright, y’know. I mean, not t’at they didn’, back...where I’m from, but we didn’ have headphones then, and jesus, they make it all more bearable.”

“I see.” A bit odd, but honestly, Anti didn’t really care. If Marvin wanted to wear headphones in a restaurant, that was fine, not like it was disturbing anyone. And it was then that Anti noticed the other two people sitting nearby. He vaguely recognized one as JJ’s stage manager—what was her name? Started with a D—which made sense, of course JJ would invite her. But the other one...Anti narrowed his eyes. “What’re you doing here?”

Stacy Davidson looked away from her conversation, expression immediately dropping once she noticed Anti. Before she could say anything, JJ stepped in between her and Anti. “I invited her,” he said calmly.

“What?! Why?”

“Well, because we’re friendly,” JJ explained.

Anti stared at him. “Since when?!”

“For about a month, now? Of course, she started by talking to Rama and Jackie, but over time she’s met all the rest of us, too, except for you, apparently.” JJ lowered his voice. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this, when from what I’ve heard, you’ve only met her once, and that’s not nearly long enough to build up resentment. Besides, the dinner’s only going to be an hour, and from there we’ll all be quiet in the theatre, so you won’t even have to talk to her if you don’t want. Understand?”

Anti was silent for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Stacy—it was that he didn’t trust her. To be fair, he didn’t trust most people. But there was something about her specifically that felt a little weird. Some American woman, taking a personal vacation for almost two months now? Who has the time and money for that? And why here? Why vacation in this random city that wasn’t even that much of a tourist destination? But Anti sighed. “Fine.”

One of the restaurant hosts came into the waiting area. “Jackson, party of eight?”

“That’s us!” Jameson said, cheerfully waving the host down. “Come on, everyone.”

The whole party followed the host to the table, chatting happily among each other. Except for Anti, who trailed behind, mood suddenly a bit darker.

———————

Hours later, Rama and Anti found themselves back in the car with each other, heading to pick up the kids. Anti looked out the window at the night sky and yawned. It really hadn’t been that bad. Dinner had been spoiled a little bit, with the presence of that Stacy lady. He’d spent a bit too much mental energy trying to forget she was there. But the theatre had been alright. It probably helped that the play they’d seen was a Halloween special, and Anti grudgingly had to admit it was pretty good, even if he didn’t enjoy sitting in a dark, uncomfortable audience seat with a couple constantly whispering to each other behind him.

“Here we are,” Rama said, pulling to the side of the road in front of a regular suburban house. “Let’s go get the kids.”

“You go ahead, I’ll stay here,” Anti said, already pulling out his phone and opening up a game.

Rama sighed gently, then said, “Of course,” and opened the car door to leave.

Anti watched them walk up the path and wait at the door. He made sure the old lady who owned the house (and frequently worked as a babysitter, apparently) had opened the door before going back to his game. A few turns later, he realized that it was taking a while for Rama to return with the kids. Grumbling, Anti glanced back towards the house, expecting to see Rama chatting with the lady. And they were. But something was...off. Sitting up straight, Anti watched Rama’s expression. They seemed...upset. Curious, Anti climbed out of the car and walked up to the door.

“See, he can tell you himself!” The old lady said, gesturing at Anti as he approached.

“Uh, tell them what?” Anti asked.

“Margaret says that you already picked up the kids,” Rama explained.

“What?” Anti looked between the two of them, searching for any hint of amusement, like this might be a joke. “Uh...well, I haven’t. So you can go get them now.”

The old lady, Margaret, paused, as if also waiting for a punchline. When nothing came, she looked confused. “But...”

“See?! That’s what I was trying to say!” Rama said, throwing their hands in the air. Behind the obvious exasperation, their eyes were wide, their voice shaking a bit as they continued, “Margaret, this has been all fun and games, but it’s late, and the kids need to get home.”

Margaret shook her head slowly. “I—I’m sorry, but...they’re not here.”

Anti froze. Then immediately started to laugh. “Alright, real funny. But we really need to get home.” He leaned past Margaret, looking into the house behind her. “Will! Michelle! C’mon, the joke’s up!”

“Anti...” Rama said in a low voice. “I-I think—”

“Oh dear, it’s all my fault!” Margaret suddenly gasped. “I’m so sorry, I could’ve sworn it was you. You showed up about half an hour ago, said you were going to take them home. You had a car—”

“All good, except I can’t fucking drive!” Anti suddenly snapped.

“Anti!” Rama snapped right back. “Margaret doesn’t know that! Don’t blame her for this!”

Anti took a few steps back, saying nothing. The ice cold realization was starting to sink in, and he was starting to physically shiver, as though he’d actually been hit with a bucket of water.

“What did this guy look like?” Rama asked, turning back to Margaret. “You said you thought it was Anti, but was there anything different, that stood out?”

Margaret shook her head. “I may be old, but my memory is clear as ever, and I am positive he looked just like Mr. McLoughlin here. And the kids seemed alright with it, too...” She trailed off, suddenly looking puzzled. “Which is a bit odd, innit? I’m sure that Will, at least, would know his dad couldn’t drive.”

Rama swore under their breath. “We have to—Anti?”

Anti was walking back down the path, pulling out his phone and hurriedly dialing a number. He paced along the sidewalk as he listened to it ringing on the other end. It was quickly picked up.

“Hel—”

“Did you pick up the kids?” Anti asked.

There was a slight pause on the other end. “Uh...I’m sorry, I-I don’t understand,��� Jackie said.

“The kids. When you and Volt were driving back to your apartment, did you stop by to pick them up?” Anti insisted.

“Um...no,” Jackie said hesitantly. “Why? What’s wr—”

Anti hung up before he was even finished asking that question, already dialing a second number. This one took a while more to connect. “Did you pick up the kids?” he asked again.

“Anit?” JJ said. “What’s this about?”

“It’s about the kids, I thought that’d be clear. Did you and Marvin pick them up when you were heading home?”

“Why would we pick up Michelle and Will?” JJ was clearly confused. “Oh, I suppose that’s not an answer. Well, no, we didn’t. Weren’t you and Rama going to do that?” He paused. “Anti? Are you still there?”

Anti wasn’t hearing anything beyond the sudden rush of panicking white noise in his head. Now very pale, he hung up without another word.

Rama suddenly appeared next to him. “Anti? What’s wrong?”

Suddenly furious, Anti whirled on them. “My fucking son is missing, that’s what’s wrong!” He shouted.

Rama’s eyes flashed. “Yes, well, my fucking daughter is missing! So maybe you should listen to me when I try to tell you that we should call the police, like I’ve been trying to tell you for the past five minutes!”

Anti suddenly laughed. “Oh yes, let’s do that, why don’t we? Cause they did such a good job when Jackie disappeared! Fucking grand, go ahead!”

“Well it’s better than doing nothing!” Rama closed their eyes, pressing a hand to their chest as they took several deep breaths. “Look, how about I drive us to my house first? This could all be some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe they walked home, it’s only a couple blocks.”

“They didn’t walk home,” Anti said bitterly.

Rama blinked. “Well, you sound sure, don’t you?”

“Because sure, a six—sorry, seven year old might think that’s a good idea,” Anti said, folding his arms. “But a ten year old has enough common sense to not go walking out when it’s pitch ass black outside! Or, y’know, at least Will does. And you know he’d stop Michelle if she decided to do that!” Anti balled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. “You go home and check, I’m going back to my home so I can blast Skillet through my headphones to calm down.” He scowled at Rama as they started to stay something else, then started to leave.

“Anti!” Rama called.

He didn’t look back. He had to get to a bus station and back home. Because right now, he was very conscious of the fact that he had a handgun in a hidden holster under his jacket. And that was something that he didn’t want to think about.

———————

It was almost nine o’clock when Anti arrived back at his apartment, after taking an almost-empty bus halfway across the city. Once inside, he elected to use the stairs instead of the elevator, not wanting to stay still for any longer than absolutely necessary. It took a moment for him to find the key to his apartment. And once he did, he found that unlocking his door was pointless: it was already unlocked.

Alarm bells went off in his head—no, more than that, it was a warning siren, the type of which you’d hear during a state of immediate citywide crisis. He never left his door unlocked, not even when he was inside the apartment. And with Will...with him having disappeared not too long ago...

Anti reached inside his jacket to grab his handgun, but then immediately let go; he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he found someone inside and had a gun in his hand. So instead, he threw open the door, hand feeling the wall for the light switch. “Whoever the fuck is in here—”

The lights flipped on.

Anti froze.

The inside of the apartment was ruined. The cupboards of the kitchenette were thrown open, their contents strewn about the counters, the sofa and chairs had their cushions and pillows pulled off and hurled about, and any available drawers had been yanked out of their places. But that was only a little alarming compared to everything else. The coffee table had been stabbed. Anti recognized all the knives from his collection, as well as plain kitchen knives, all driven point-down into the wooden surface. And the walls...someone had been drawing on the walls. They were covered in rough drawings of smiley faces. Some of the faces had their eyes X’d out, some of them had wide, gaping smiles, but they all were drawn in a red-brown liquid that, judging from the trails, had been dripping for a while and only recently started to congeal.

Anti stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. His eyes slowly trailed across the walls, tracing the drawn-on smiles. He approached the coffee table, bending down to touch the ruined surface. Who would do this?

Immediately, he knew. He was actually amazed he hadn’t realized sooner. Who would possibly have a motive for taking Will and Michelle? Maybe someone who’d taken people before. Who would draw smiles all over the walls? Maybe someone who’d never once stopped smiling as long as Anti and the others had known him.

“Oh my god...” Anti whispered. “You took Will.” His vision started to blur, and his chest rose and fell quickly, overcome with a sudden rise of sharp, burning, painful emotion. He grabbed the nearest knife, wrenching it from the surface of the table. And in one quick motion, he threw it at the wall. The point embedded itself in the eye of one of the smiley faces. “You took my son, you fucking bastard!”

He pulled another knife free, throwing it at the wall as well. He didn’t care that it merely bounced off the surface, he was already grabbing another and throwing it as well. “Fuck you!” He yelled. “Fuck you fuck you!” Words were not enough. He merely screamed as he yanked out another one of the knives. This one didn’t go into the wall. It went back into the table, stabbing it, again and again and again. His throat started to burn from how much he screamed, but he kept going. He grabbed a pillow nearby and slashed at it, feathers flying, again and again and again. He couldn’t clearly see what he was doing as the tears started to fall from his eyes, smearing his sight into mere colors. He turned back to the table, and down the knife went, again and again and again and again and agai—

Anti cried out, pulling back. The knife clattered to the wooden table surface. A bit of crimson stained its edge. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced down at his arm. The knife had sliced through his jacket, near his wrist. Blood was leaking from a cut. Anti’s eyes went wide, and he threw himself backwards, scrambling against the floor until his back hit a wall. His hand flew to his throat, rubbing a line across a specific part, hidden by the choker he usually wore.

“F...fuck...” Anti shook his head. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t be here right now, or he might do something he’ll regret. Pushing himself to his feet, he reached inside his jacket and pulled his gun out of its holster, throwing it across the room, as far away from him as possible.

There was a small ding! sound from his pocket. Before he even realized what he was doing, Anti grabbed his phone and threw that as well. He winced as it cracked against the opposite wall. Fine. Whatever. He’d deal with that later. He couldn’t be here right now. Spinning around, Anti flung the door to his apartment open and ran outside, slamming the door behind him.

———————

He didn’t know where he was going. It was nine o’clock—no, it was about nine forty now, when had so much time passed?—at night, and he didn’t want to be around people. He’d probably just end up snapping at anyone who saw him.

Actually, there was no ‘probably’ about it. He found himself back on another bus, heading...somewhere. He was sitting on a bench, arms folded around himself, shaking slightly. And there was a woman sitting on the bench across from him. Staring. He flinched, and growled, “Why don’t you just fucking murder me already?!” The woman jumped, and looked away. He got off on the next stop.

After that, he got on the next bus that appeared, not caring where it took him. He stayed there until it pulled into a small station, and the driver looked back at him and said, “Hey. Buses stopping for the night, buddy. If you need to get somewhere, the train station’s right here.” Anti stared at her, then stood up and walked off silently.

The city had a train system, though not a big or extensive one. There were only three major stops, and it appeared as though he’d arrived at the one in the center of the city. This station doubled as a hub for the buses. It should have been fairly busy, even this late at night, but there was no one there. It seemed all the bus drivers had clocked out, and there were no passengers waiting for the train. Anti walked up onto the station platform, looking up at the round lamps giving off an orange-yellow glow. After a moment, he walked over to the nearest bench and sat down.

It was never truly quiet in a city, but this is as close as it got. The small amount of traffic was just a distant noise. And there didn’t seem to be a train coming anytime soon. Anti stared at the tracks. What if he just jumped onto them? And then a train appeared? What would happen? Anti stopped himself before he could go any farther down that path. He knew exactly what would happen, and it wasn’t something he wanted. He didn’t even want to think about it.

Of course, that didn’t stop that thought from coming back into his mind barely a minute later. This time, Anti was already thinking about who would be around to clean up the mess before he managed to catch himself. “F...fuck...” he said, physically flinching. He curled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms. “Stop it,” he muttered. “You were doing so good with...these.”

Time passed. How much, he wasn’t exactly sure. He was too deep in his own head, trying not to think about the train coming, trying not to think about what might be happening to Will and Michelle, trying not to think about...a lot of things. 

Something was flickering in the corner of his vision.

Anti blinked, looking over in that direction. There was a large trashcan in the middle of the train station. And something was glowing inside it. Anti frowned, watching it. Had someone thrown away a glow stick or something? But then, what was the movement, and why was he just noticing it now?

Sighing, Anti stood up and walked over to the trashcan. Maybe it was a discarded toy or something that had just found a second wind in its batteries. Leaning over, he peered inside the can.

It was definitely not a glow stick or a toy.

Puzzled, Anti stared at it a while longer. And then it suddenly moved, and he yelled, stumbling back. “Wh—I’m—fuck—am I—?” He couldn’t even find the right exclamation to use. With wide eyes, he kept staring at the trash can, the glow still coming from inside.

There was a rumbling sound, and Anti looked over to see a train approaching the station. Quickly, he scrambled over to the platform, stopping just behind the yellow line that marked the safest distance to stand at. The train slowed to a halt, and as soon as the doors opened Anti jumped inside the artificial white light of the train car, grabbing the nearest pole for standing room. As the train pulled away, he kept staring at the platform while it faded into the distance.

———————

He was in the north part of the city now, and he had no idea what time it was. But judging by the emptiness of the streets and the fact that most of the businesses were closed, it was pretty closed. Anti walked for a while, taking random turns at crossroads, sometimes walking across the street whenever he felt like it. Eventually, he saw a building that was lit up, a tiny little corner diner with a neon sign outside advertising twenty-four hour service. He ducked inside, and it was only when he was hit with a blast of warm air that he realized how cold he’d been.

Strained pop music was playing in the air. The diner was fairly clean, most of the furniture made of wood—or at least plastic meant to resemble wood. A teenage boy was loitering behind the counter with earbuds in, though he snapped to attention when he saw Anti walk in. “Uh...hi, welcome to the Cup and Platter,” he said.

Anti didn’t even acknowledge him, walking over to the nearest booth and sitting down, immediately burying his head in his folded arms. 

After a moment, footsteps approached the booth, and Anti looked up again to see the teenager hovering nearby, holding a pen and a notebook. “Uh, sir, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yeah, why don’t you get some fucking better music in here?” Anti snapped. 

The teenager blinked. “Um...well I can’t do anything about that. But I can get you a menu? And talk to my manager about the music?”

Anti huffed, and slammed his head into the table hard enough to rattle the salt and pepper shakers.

“Whoa!” The teenager jumped. “I—sir, if it’s really bothering you—”

“Just shut up,” Anti growled. “Just...” He sighed. “A menu, fine. You do that, I’ll...yeah.”

The teenager hesitated, then nodded and backed up. He grabbed a laminated menu from behind the counter and walked back over to drop it off before going back around the counter.

Anti glanced over the menu. Mostly breakfast foods and sandwiches. Sighing again, he dropped it and set his head back down on the table. He didn’t want to eat right now. But maybe they’d kick him out if he didn’t order anything...fine, he’d get something small. In a minute.

Before he could...well, he didn’t know exactly what he was planning to do, other than space out. But before he could properly space out, the teenager once again walked up to the booth. “Are...you ready to order, sir?” he asked.

“Fucking...fine, can I have a black coffee and a plate of chips?” Anti asked. He instinctively looked across the booth to ask Will what he wanted, only to get a hot knife in the chest as he remembered.

“Got it.” The teenager didn’t even bother to write that down. “I’ll be right back, sir.”

It didn’t take long for the coffee and fries to arrive. Anti immediately grabbed the coffee cup and downed it. The bitter liquid was scalding hot, burning his throat, but he finished the whole thing in one go anyway, then slammed his head down on the table again. “Fuck everything,” he muttered. He folded his arms around his head, blocking out all light. Only a few minutes later, despite the caffeine in his system, he managed to fall asleep.

———————

“Oh my god oh my god oh my goooood.” Anti paced the room, folding and unfolding his arms. “Oh my fucking god this is the worst idea! Who let me do this?”

Jackie watched from the chair where he was sitting with some amusement. “You’re really nervous, aren’t you?”

“Oh, fucking understatement of the year!” Anti whirled on him. “I can’t fucking believe I thought this was a good idea! Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“Well, you really want to, don’t you?” Jackie reasoned.

Anti laughed. “Of course I do. But sometimes I also want to go skydiving without a parachute, that doesn’t mean I should. Fuck!” He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my god, I’m gonna fuck up. I’m gonna fucking...I-I’ll have to call CPS on myself, I’m done, I—”

“You’re not gonna have to do that,” Jackie said, standing up and walking over. He placed a hand on Anti’s shoulder, then quickly withdrew it when Anti flinched. “You’re very good with Michelle, why would this be any different?”

“Because Michelle’s three,” Anti explained. “And I’m not her dad. All I have to do is make sure she eats and doesn’t break anything. With a kid of my own I-I have to—to help him with school, make sure he stays out of trouble, make sure he never feels like I’m not listening to him, I gotta set a good example—I am the worst person to look to as a good example! Fuck!”

“Anti. Stop.” Jackie’s voice turned firm. “You are totally capable of all of that, no matter what you think. Clearly, you already know what to do. And you have the skills to pull it off.” He smiled a bit. “Y’know, you’re kinda like a hedgehog.”

That was strange enough to snap Anti out of his spiraling thoughts. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Cause you’re all pointy, but you can also be soft,” Jackie said teasingly.

Anti rolled his eyes. “I’m not soft.”

“But you can be. I’ve seen it,” Jackie said, smile widening. “Look, what matters most is that you love your kid, and you listen to him. And of course, there’s all the material providing for him, but the agency wouldn’t have let you through unless you could do that.” Jackie shook his head. “I’m getting off topic. Love and listening. Those are things you can do, and do well.”

Anti looked at him, saying nothing, but his expression obviously distressed.

“It might be a little...awkward at first,” Jackie said. “But if you’re open with him, and talk to him, then it’ll all turn out okay. Plus, you can always ask me and Rama for advice if you need to.”

“I just...fuck.” Anti pressed a hand to his throat, feeling his breath pass in and out. “What if I don’t do enough? What if he ends up lighting a fire behind the school dumpster? Or breaking a shop window and threatening people with the cut glass? Or messing with a computer until it sends emails to half the adults in town that is just a bunch of insults and swearing? Or—”

Jackie laughed. “Those are some ridiculous, and oddly specific scenarios.”

Anti glared at him. “I am literally naming events from my childhood, Jackie.”

“I...oh.” Jackie seemed momentarily taken aback by that.

“Yeah, I was a little shit and my mom did nothing about it, how am I supposed to know what to do?!”

“Well, I suppose that’s where you can ask for advice,” Jackie said slowly. “Also, if you really care about this kid, and show that you care, and teach and explain everything to him, you’ll never have to worry about him acting out, cause he won’t have reason to.”

Anti closed his eyes, breathing deeply. “Fuck.”

“Y’know that’s starting to not sound like a word.”

That caused a bout of laughter. “Yeah,” Anti muttered. He paused, rubbing his upper arms. “I...I guess I have some idea what to do...”

“And you’ll be great at it!” Jackie said encouragingly. “Say it. Tell me you’ll be great at it.”

“I...I’ll be great at it.”

Jackie paused, then put his hand on Anti’s shoulder again. “You can do this, Anti. Just know you can.”

———————

Anti woke up, and the first thing he noticed was that his back hurt. He groaned, and straightened, causing a sudden flare of pain as he shifted position. The second thing he noticed was that his eyes were wet, and he hurriedly wiped them and looked around. The diner looked almost the same, except now the teenage boy was gone, replaced by an older woman, who was currently shaking his shoulder. “Sir, you’ve been here for far too long,” she said.

“How long?” Anti asked.

“A couple hours. We’ve been patient, but you simply must leave now.”

Anti sighed. He looked out the window—

No. There was no way. He must be seeing things.

“Uh, yeah.” Anti dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing the woman a twenty, more than enough to cover what he ordered. “Keep the change, I’ll...go.” And he stood up and left, heading outside. He had to get a closer look at this.

It was across the street. His eyes locked on it. This had to be a trick, right? Maybe it was Distorter, he could cause illusions. “This isn’t funny!” He shouted. “Just come out and tell you what you want!” He barely noticed that the woman inside the diner was giving him several odd looks.

It moved.

Anti immediately jumped, and ran in the opposite direction.

———————

The run eventually slowed to a walk once Anti realized he’d outrun it. Though he kept walking. What the hell was it? Was he just losing his mind? “About time,” he muttered, laughing darkly. But though he joked, the thing was actually kind of scaring him. He didn’t want to start seeing things. He had enough problems as it was.

He walked through the city, heading vaguely south but not really caring how winding the path he took was. After a while, he ended up at the park. Which caused him to pause. He hadn’t walked that far, had he? Come to think of it, the sky was significantly lighter than it had been when he left the diner.

Well, he was here now. He sat down on the nearest bench, and once he did, he realized how much his feet and legs were actually hurting. “It’s always like this,” he mumbled. “Hey, body, why don’t you fucking, uh...let me know when shit’s happening to me? Isn’t that your job?” He fell silent for a moment. Then he shifted, laying down on the bench. He closed his eyes for a moment...

———————

Anti woke up to sunlight, red through his closed eyelids. Immediately, he realized he fell asleep, and he groaned. It had been years since he fell asleep on a park bench.

And there was something on his chest. Something rather light, but heavy enough to be noticeable, and clearly not a leaf or anything. He opened his eyes—

“What the fuck?!” He shouted, flailing and tumbling off the bench. The thing flew into the air, and stayed there. Anti scrambled to his feet and broke into a run again. What was this thing?! Why had he seen it three times so far?! What was he supposed to do about it?!

Well, either he was seeing things, or some magic shit was going on. And though he wasn’t much experienced in either of those matters, he knew people who did. Anti reached for his pocket, but then remembered how he’d thrown his phone, back in his apartment. He sighed. Guess he’ll have to head back.

———————

He ended up walking back to his apartment, because...well why not? Luckily, he hadn’t lost he key while he was out. Standing outside the apartment door, he hesitated, but took a deep breath and headed inside.

Nothing had changed. The room was still a mess, the table was still bristling with knives, and the smiles were still drawn on the walls. Anti tried to not look at any of this, eyes locking onto his phone on the floor as he navigated around the mess. He picked up the phone, examining it for damage. The screen was cracked, but it seemed alright otherwise. Relieved, Anti opened the door to his recording room and walked inside, not closing it behind him.

The phone was on low battery, so he rummaged around for a charger and plugged it in. While he waited, he slowly went about taking the knives out of the table and putting them back on the shelf where they were supposed to be. It seemed their glass case had been opened, but the lock still worked. Once all the knives, even the kitchen ones, were inside the case, Anti picked up his handgun and put it in there as well, closing the case and locking it. Quickly, he put the key all the way into one of the kitchenette cabinets.

Then he turned his head slightly and saw it.

Anti gasped, pressing against the wall, his eyes locked on it. “What the fuck do you want?!” He shouted. It didn’t respond.

Quickly, he rushed back to the recording room, unplugging his phone and turning it on. He glanced up and saw it in the doorway of the room. “No,” he said warily, backing up until he was against the opposite wall. When it didn’t move further, he sank down to sit on the floor, and opened up the group chat he had with the others.

The group chat was a fairly recent development. All of them were still getting used to using it, but it appeared as though there had been a string of new messages since he last used it. Not bothering to read them, Anti typed out, Hey anyone here?

Immediately, there were two responses: JJ sent ANTI??? and Schneep sent Anti?!?! 

Oh good you are, Anti typed.

Where the FUCK have you been?! Schneep asked.

Nevermind that, Anti replied.

Anti, I’m sorry, but you’ve been gone for THE WHOLE NIGHT, JJ stressed. What happened? Are you alright?

The whole night? Anti checked the time on his phone and—holy shit, it was a little after noon. Anti sighed. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’d disappeared. Though it had been a while...he couldn’t believe he did it again; he thought he’d fixed that. Long story, more important things, Anti said. How can you tell if youre hallucinating?

Schneep replied immediately. If you look at it in a mirror or cell phone and it’s not there, then it’s a hallucination. Or you can take a picture and ask someone else if it’s there.

Anti looked up at the thing in the doorway. Slowly, he raised his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to the chat. Is there a thing there?

The others took a while to reply, and then Schneep sent: Is this a prank? It is in very poor taste if it is, Anti.

What?? No! Just tell me if its there!

Yes, theres a floating green eyeball in the picture, JJ sent.

Anti looked up again. The eyeball was about the size of a baseball, and it was looking right at him as it hovered. It was also glowing slightly. As Anti stared at it, its iris squished a bit, and the optic nerve coming from it swished a bit. Well then what the fuck is it??? Anti asked. Jackson youre the magic man, what is it?!

I don’t know, JJ replied. I’ve never seen or even heard of anything like that before.

WAIT I THOUGHT THAT WAS PHOTO SHOPPED, YOU ARE SERIOUS?! Schneep asked.

The eyeball moved closer, and Anti let out an embarrassing shriek. It immediately stopped. “What do you want?!” He repeated.

After a quiet moment, the eyeball dropped down to the ground, bouncing a bit where it landed. It waved its optic nerve in the air. Staring, Anti started to take a video, then sent it to the chat as well. DOES THIS LOOK FUCKING FAKE, VOLT?!

I DO NOT KNOW, YOU ARE VERY SKILLED WITH TECHNOLOGY! Schneep replied.

Anti looked over at the eyeball again. “Can...can you say something?” he asked.

The eyeball wiggled side to side, like someone shaking their head.

“Was that a no?”

Another wiggle.

“Can you give me a yes?”

The eyeball bounced up and down.

Anti considered this. Knowing it could at least understand him made him a little less freaked out, though his heart was still pounding with the leftover adrenaline of thinking he was finally losing it. “Are...are you here...” He swallowed nervously. “...cause of what happened with Will? And Michelle?”

The eyeball tilted, then wiggled in another ‘No.’

“Oh...” Anti fell quiet. “What...are you doing here, then?” The eyeball didn’t respond, but instead rose into the air and inched closer. “Uh...not a yes or no, I-I get it. Uh...can you at least tell me if you’re here to hurt me? Are you here to somehow, like...I-I dunno, kill me or fuck with me?”

The eyeball stopped, pupil widening in an almost shocked way. It hurriedly wiggled a ‘No.’

“Okay...” Anti wasn’t sure where to go with this.

His phone started ringing. Anti looked down at the Caller ID, then picked it up.

“Anti?!” Jackie’s voice was breathless, as if he’d just run a marathon. “Anti are you okay?! What happened?! Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, Jackie,” Anti said.

“Are you sure?” Jackie asked.

Well, in actuality, ‘alright’ was subjective. Anti was tired, he had a cut on his arm that wasn’t covered, his body was aching in several places, and his heart was hurting, crying out. But was he in immediate danger? No. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Anti said.

“Jesus fuck!” Jackie shouted. “Y-you can’t just—I-I thought you were—we all thought you were—right after Michelle and Will, they—it was Distorter, I know it, he likes kids, I mean, not in a creepy way, or at least not in a way that’s creepier than he already is—fuck! Anti, we—Anti, I—h-he took—we thought he got you too, and I-I couldn’t—” A short sob interrupted the halting flow of words. “I couldn’t d-deal with...Michelle is gone, a-and you just—you were gone—”

“Hey, hey, Jackie, it’s okay,” Anti said, trying to sound reassuring. It was a bit difficult, but he tried. “I’m okay. And we’re going to get the kids back.”

On the other end, he could hear Jackie crying softly. “Not...give me a moment, Anti, I-I can’t do both these at once. Just...fuck, don’t do that again.”

“I won’t,” Anti said. He almost smiled. It was ironic, wasn’t it? Before he met Jackie and the others, he disappeared all the time. And nobody ever freaked out about him vanishing for a night or a day or even a few of them. If only Jackie knew. “I’m okay, I promise.”

There was another voice on the other end. Even from the distance, he recognized the accent. “Volt, I’m fine,” Jackie said, voice a bit quieter as if he was backing away from the phone. “I’m fi—well, no, but...just not that right now, I-I can’t do it.”

“Are you okay?” Anti asked softly.

“Not as not okay as I was a while ago,” Jackie said, returning to the phone. “You’re sure you’re alright? Volt says you thought you were hallucinating?”

Anti laughed. “I thought, yeah. But turns out it’s just...” He stared at the eyeball. It was closer now, just a meter away from him. “It’s just some weird magic shit. If it sticks around, we should call a meeting about it, but...I have to deal with this right now.”

“Oh. Okay. Sh-should I hang up?”

“If you want to.” Anti paused. “But...thanks for calling.”

“No problem,” Jackie said quietly. And he hung up.

Anti stared at the eyeball more intensely. “Is...is there any way you could tell me what you want?” he asked.

The eyeball swished its nerve. Then suddenly, it leaped forward. Anti jolted, trying to back up before remembering he was against the wall. The eyeball landed on his lap, then jumped up onto his shoulder, and...and stopped. It started to rub against his neck, like a dog or a cat nuzzling against its owner. Anti remained tense for a while, but when nothing happened, he slowly relaxed. “Uh...do you just want...to hang out?”

The eyeball appeared in front of his face. Its tail moved in a motion that could almost be considered a ‘so-so’ gesture.

“Oh...” Anti didn’t know how to respond from there. “Well...uh, feel free to.”

The eyeball bounced, and went back to sitting on his shoulder.

Anti stayed there, staring through the room’s open door to the ruined living room and kitchenette beyond. In just one night...it had all gone downhill. His son was gone, along with his best friend’s daughter. And he’d just...lost it. In a way he hadn’t in a while.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. Tears started to leak from his eyes. And his shoulders started to shake. And with the strange eyeball doing its best to cuddle against him, Anti started to cry.

[mostweakhamlets]

Renaissance Faire AU

This was really fun and I’ve been to one ren faire so I’m sorry for any inaccuracies

Aziraphale works there during the summers when he’s not in school. He kinda hates it. Nothing is historically accurate. It’s hot. The guests are rude. He has to push local history books in “ye olde bookshoppe.”

Crowley is an enthusiastic cosplayer. He goes with his friends (the hell gang) even though they’re not really good friends. But Crowley likes dressing up as Tauriel despite everyone telling him the Hobbit movies were shit. 

At one point, Crowley splits from the group. He wanders off for a cool place because he’s so unbearably hot in his outfit. He finds the bookshop and looks around, half-heartedly. 

Aziraphale watches him. A lot of people don’t put in that much effort into their costumes. He’s seen half-hearted attempts at various DND races (that he’s only aware of because the 11-year-old he tutors insists on trying to distract him with his DND manuals). He’s seen Game of Thrones characters that he can’t quite name. He’s seen people with cheap, Halloween capes. Most of that isn’t even the same time period. If he’s stuck in his Renaissance ruff, the guests should make the same effort. 

But Crowley has beautiful latex ears (you can’t even see the seam), his hair (which is… real?) is plaited perfectly, and he has a well-put-together outfit and a bow. He has a prop.  

He’s also being respectful and quiet. Aziraphale respects that a lot. 

Until his friends join. Suddenly, books tumble to the floor as Crowley gets berated for not being any fun. Books are placed in the wrong spot, some are left open. Aziraphale watches in dismay as the group leaves (sans Crowley) and a pile of pamphlets fly to the floor off the stand that stood next to the door. 

“I’m sorry about them,” Crowley says as Aziraphale picks up the pamphlets. 

Crowley is trying to fix the books. 

“It’s alright. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Still not okay.”

Crowley makes his way to the front with a book on the history of the local coffin factory that shut down 30 years ago. 

“Are you actually buying this?” Aziraphale asks. The book looks older than the both of them. 

“Might as well give you some business. Besides, it’s something to do. Can I read in here?”

“Sure. But why don’t you want to go back out?”

Crowley has a small satchel tied to his waist. He pulls out a debit card. 

“Too hot out there.”

Aziraphale can see his cheeks are flushed. He passes the debit card back to Crowley with a receipt.

“Do you want water?”

There’s a mini-fridge underneath the counter, full of bottled water for the employees. He figures one missing won’t hurt anyone. Besides, how would it look if a guest collapsed of heat exhaustion in the shop? 

“Sure.”

Aziraphale hands him a bottle. Instead of drinking it, Crowley immediately puts it on his forehead. Aziraphale tries not to smile. 

“Do you like The Hobbit?” he asks. And it’s a dumb question. Of course, he does. 

“Yeah! I liked the book better than the movies, but I like Tauriel and there’s not a lot of long-haired, red-headed characters to cosplay.”

“I thought the movies were a bit fun. Tauriel was a good addition.”

“They were! As long as you’re not overly critical. The movies and the book can serve different purposes.”

“Yes!”

And they spend an hour talking before Crowley leaves for the day, but he promises to come back the next day. And he does, in “civilian” clothing because his costume was too sweaty and smelly to wear again. But Aziraphale think he looks even more alluring in his dark outfit and his hair (now curly) piled onto the top of his head in a bun. 

[foofygoldfish]

faith & alice for the ship meme 💋

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Till they die, pretty mucy

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - oh, very quickly - alice saw faith and pretty much instantly went oh

How was their first kiss? - 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - You know that one video of the two girls at the zoo proposing to each other at the same time? yeah, that happened with them, too.

Who is the best man/men?/ Who is the bridesmaid(s)? - oh I actually figured this out - for their first wedding, they didn’t have anyone, but for their second... a full list of the wedding party is at the end of this but their bridal parties: alice’s MoH is mary may, and her bridesmaids are hurk, hudson, grace, and claire. faith’s MoH is jane, and her bridesmaids are elizabeth, kim, and carolina! nick walks faith down the aisle, and alice’s uncle walks her.

Who did the most planning? - lol mary may. she was not happy that the two of them were happy with eloping.

Who stressed the most? - Both of them were nervous wrecks, honestly.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - joseph and jake - john was only invited because he’s alice’s brother in law, and she was not happy about that...

Sex:

Who is on top? - Both of them, but usually alice

Who is the one to instigate things? - again, both of them, but usually alice - she’s always delighted when faith does, though

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Oh, they can go for a pretty long time - they can go quickly, but if they’re able to take their time? they’re very happy

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - absolutely. faith does like to spoil alice, though

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Between the two of them? zero. with help from staci, alice has three - david, aria, and nicholas.

How many children will they adopt? - officially? four - carolina, claire, briar, and eloise. unofficially? anyone that passes through hope county, for any amount of time, that needs a home? they have one with them.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - faith, but when alice starts getting restless, she gets stuck on baby duty to keep her in prosperity.

Who is the stricter parent? - faith - she worries quite a bit more

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - faith - alice enables them, particularly claire slkfdj

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - faith, but mostly because she’s the one who can be trusted in the kitchen lol

Who is the more loved parent? - i’m... not typing out each kids preferences lskdjf - they all love their moms a fairly equal amount, and they adore their uncle staci and aunt stella. however - alice is the one that lets them get away with more, and won’t automatically discourage them from doing stupid shit that she would absolutely do herself

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - in the no-bomb and no-cult aus... faith, because she is much more patient, and much better at bribing people with cookies

Who cried the most at graduation? - staci sdlkjf (and alice - faith keeps it together until they’re home)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - alice, but that’s just because of her connections lol

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Faith, but mostly because Alice can’t be trusted with the stove.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Alice will eat a variety of foods, but she can be particular about how certain things (like mac n cheese...) are made

Who does the grocery shopping? - for the no-cult or no-bomb aus - either will do solo runs over to the general store if they need something small/common, but their big stock-up trips to the city are all-day trips that they take together. faith usually does the list, though

How often do they bake desserts? - faith stress bakes. there’s almost always cookies in the house.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - faith slightly prefers veggies, but alice doesn’t care either way

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - alice, for a similar reason to chloe in my sherchlodine post - she doesn’t usually do the cooking. (to be fair - mary may helped her make the meal, alice just made it look nice lol)

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - alice - mostly because she’s so used to going to the spread eagle for food that it’s just... weird eating at home, y’know?

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - alice.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - they both will, though... see the next question lol

Who is really against chores? - alice isn’t against chores, but she tends to need to be persuaded

Who cleans up after the pets? - alice - faith loves the cats and boomer, she does, but if she doesn’t have to clean up poop? she’s not gonna.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - ....alice.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - alice, holy shit. she tells mary may it’s the one thing she inherited from her mom - the need for the house to be clean when there is company coming. faith tells her that nobody cares, particularly in the “canon” verse where it’s the literal apocalypse, but she can’t help it, she’s gotta.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - alice, but probably because she dropped something else between them - 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - alice, just because she usually touches up her hair when she takes a shower. though, for baths... faith usually tries to get alice to join her, which makes it take a while lol

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - alice, because faith refuses to pick up dog poo.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - oh god alice goes all out, especially for halloween - her excuse for halloween is that it’s the day after her birthday, they have to let her decorate

What are their goals for the relationship? - ...stay alive?

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - alice. she’s perfectly happy working night shift, honestly

Who plays the most pranks? - alice lmao - she doesn’t do them on faith that often though. she’s gotten a few too many 🥺 faces from faith....

[hclliish]

@aeipathic asked: LEGOHEL FOR THE SHIP MEME (i can't turn down a dare) Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

Yes Rhys I am answering an ask you sent like. 5 years ago. What of it. 

Long post so I’m putting it under the cut for everyone’s sake. 

General:

Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? Um forever????

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It probably took them a couple months, or at least, that’s how long it took to admit it to themselves

How was their first kiss? - I’m pretty sure it was spontaneous and more than a little amazing

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Legolas did!

Who is the best man/men? - Gimli and Eragorn probably, Hel would also try and talk Legolas into having Fenrir as a best man

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - Tauriel of course! And Sigyn probably

Who did the most planning? - They both did an equal amount of planning, probably with some help from Thranduil on the side. 

Who stressed the most? - I actually don’t know, maybe Hel??

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None!

How many children will they adopt? - One, a little girl named Ástrídr

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - They try and split it evenly in half, but since that’s not quite possible I think Hel might take on a few more diapers

Who is the stricter parent? - I think they’re mostly able to stay on the same page, but I can see Hel being a little stricter than Legolas

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Definitely Legolas

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Hel! 

Who is the more loved parent? - Asta loves both her parents equally

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - I can picture Legolas going to every single PTA meeting. Hel comes every so often (and probably shows up a good chunk of the moms with her baking skills)

Who cried the most at graduation? - Definitely going to go with Hel for this one, as much as she tried not to.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Either one of them, and then likely lecture them the whole way home (or uh. “lecture”, depending on what the crime they committed was)

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - This changes from week to week, both are good cooks. I’m sure a fair amount of times they cook dinner together (how much of this is them cooking together and how much is one person cooking while the other kisses them or sits on the counter stealing bites remains to be seen).

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - I can imagine Legolas is a bit pickier than Hel is when it comes to food.

Who does the grocery shopping? - I think it’s whoever’s got the time to, but sometimes they go out and do it together.

How often do they bake desserts? - Fairly often, I’m sure they both have a sweet tooth, and Hel really loves to bake.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Hel’s more of the meat lover of the two, although she’s not going to turn down salad.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - I can see this being Hel

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Legolas! Probably both for celebrating and for recognizing days when they’re too tired to cook. 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Hel when she was first learning to cook, but now I think they’re both competent enough to avoid nearly burning the house down while cooking. 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Probably who ever has time, or whoever’s turn it is (I feel like they would try and take turns with cleaning)

Who is really against chores? - I don’t think either of them particularly like chores

Who cleans up after the pets? - Hel does! If it’s the dogs I’ve basically made canon in Hel’s main verse they were her dogs first anyways, so she cleans up after them. 

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Hel, when she’s really in a rush

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Depends on who the guests are I think. 

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Legolas did, Hel’s never gotten so lucky

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Legolas absolutely takes longer, look at how long his hair is. 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Usually they do it together, but if only one of them can go it’s Legolas. Hel will take them to the dog park by herself though

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Not a year goes by without Hel insisting on decorating for Halloween, and leaving the decorations up for her birthday. And usually they decorate together for Christmas. 

What are their goals for the relationship? - I don’t think they really have specific goals except for like. You know. Be happy and healthy together for as long as they can.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Hel is, she’s such a night owl she’d be up late and sleep in if she had her choice. 

Who plays the most pranks? - Also Hel. She’s a trickster’s daughter, what would you expect. 

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

"prepping for the ren faire like it's still gonna happen" that's me too, friend. Using quarantine to doll-up a ukulele (which I can sort of play) to look like Jaskier/filivandrel's lute (which is expensive and I wouldn't be able to play) so I can tote it around the faire in late June. Will there be a faire? Idk, but I'mma paint my lutkulele any way. After all, we can always pull out our cosplays for Halloween, or next year's season, right? 💚💙 Good luck with your femGeralt and sword! 🪕🪕

Giving ourselves something to do AND something to look forward to. I sure do hope it works out, but in the meantime, I get to swing a sword around in my backyard. I can't wait to see your stuff come together, fam!

Next step for me is weight-training and cardio, as I would also like to look as though I could single-handedly take down a kikimora 💪🏽