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Breaking my silence to say that I need everyone reading Fairy Oak because I’ve needed fanfics for more than ten years and the lack of fanwork should be illegal. Honestly these series are just soooo good, I don’t understand how they’re not popular everywhere THEY HAVE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. Such a whimsical magic little town with such a great world building and the people and the story everything is just so good. I’ve been wanting to live in fairy oak since i was a kid and the closer i would ever get is through fanfics and fanart but there is almost nothing 😭😭😭 I’m serious go read them, they are beautiful and written with such care 🥰🌱🌸✨

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Adult Education Part 23 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake has found everything he needs in one person. He knows deep inside that nothing is going to change Jessica's love for him, but he's nervous to tell her what's been on his mind. When he opens himself up to her even more, she gives him everything he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, pegging, anal, language, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part Two

Five more months later...

Jessica was just settling down on the couch with a mug of tea when Jake got home from work. "Hey, Baby," he said as he undid the top buttons on his khaki uniform shirt. "How was your day?"

"Not bad," she replied, absolutely loving that her Fridays ended early this term. "I started making a list of what we need to pack for Cabo, and I printed out my final exam sheets. Dinner's in the oven, and I'm about to email Luca back. He asked me if I wanted him to stop by with his skateboard next week. Isn't he adorable?"

Jake smirked as she reached for him. "You made dinner? Seriously?"

She rolled her eyes as she said, "Don't be silly, Smart Boy. I took the pan of lasagna that you left in the refrigerator and put it in the oven."

"Yeah, that makes more sense," he drawled as she looked up at him from the couch. 

"Your uniforms are ruining my life," she whispered as she ran her hands along his thigh and took his zipper pull between her thumb and index finger. "Ever since I actually flew with you in your flight suit, I can't get enough of all of these things. I've been enjoying all the role playing."

Jake pressed his lips together, a thoughtful look on his face. "I noticed you've been having a lot of fun bossing me around lately."

She hummed as she kissed his zipper. "That's an understatement. I loved it when you called me Admiral Reed while you wore your dress blues. Speaking of which... I haven't seen them recently."

"Special occasions, Baby. Can't wear them every day," he told her, and she made a disappointed sound as he took one step away from her.

"Where are you going? I was about to give you a blowjob."

To her knowledge, Jake had never turned her down. Ever. Not once in over ten months with him. She sat still on the couch and watched him rake his fingers a bit nervously through his hair. The more she looked at him, the more she realized he didn't quite seem like himself, and she hopped up from the couch and went to him. 

"You can tell me what's wrong, Jake," she promised softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," he replied with conviction. "You didn't do a damn thing wrong, Baby. I've just had something on my mind."

"Oh." She was trying to think of a single positive thing that would get this reaction out of him, but she could only come up with negatives. Her mind was supplying scenarios that would be enough to break her heart as he studied her with pensive green eyes.

"I really like that," he muttered, gaze falling to the floor. "When you kind of... take control." His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Jessica couldn't stop staring. He was so obviously nervous, and he didn't meet her eyes until she pressed her palm to his warm cheek. "I like it when you do that."

"Okay," she replied with a little nod. "Then I'll do it more often."

He huffed out an exasperated breath and looked up at the ceiling now. "Jessica... I've never asked for anything like this before. And I don't really know how to do it now."

She used both hands to tip his face down again so he was looking at her once more. His pupils were wide, and his lips were set in a firm line, and she had no idea what was running through his mind that was making him react this way. "You can tell me anything, Jake. You can ask for what you want. I do it all the time. I ask you to buy me lingerie and toys, and you always do."

"This is different," came his immediate response. "I don't know if you'll like it. Hell, I don't even know if I'll like it."

She scraped her nails gently along his stubble and tried to imagine what he wanted. She'd give him anything. "Is it something kinky?" she asked, tracing his lip as he nodded. "You're just going to have to tell me then, and I promise I'll at least consider it."

Jake seemed to be gathering his thoughts as her hand drifted down his neck to his shirt where she slowly traced the letters in SERESIN over and over again until he whispered, "Okay. Baby, you know how we bought all those toys from that one website?" When she nodded, he added, "And you know how we kind of skipped the one category?"

She could picture the night they were curled up on the couch with her phone, adding things to the shopping cart with reckless abandon until they'd spent over five hundred dollars. She could also clearly picture the collection of dildos and straps that were available that they didn't touch at all. 

"Oh."

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide as he started to pull away from her. "Yeah."

But Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter against her body. He was getting a little hard, and then she whispered, "You want me fuck you like that? With a strap-on?"

She really didn't even need the verbal confirmation, not with the way his body reacted and the soft moan that came from the back of his throat. But she kissed him as soon as he said, "Yes."

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Jake was waiting for things to shift. He was bracing himself for Jessica to look at him differently or change her mind. There was a difference between wants and needs, and he knew that. He wanted to experiment with her, because he trusted her. She brought out emotions he'd never felt before which opened them up to some exciting exploration in the bedroom. He was nervous to tell her what he wanted, but he did it anyway. 

But what he needed was for Jessica to say yes when he proposed on vacation in Cabo with the three carat diamond ring he bought. He needed her to say she'd spend the rest of her life with him before they went to Texas for Christmas. But if it were possible for someone to fulfill all of his needs and his wants too, it was Jessica. It was always going to be Jessica.

So he was surprised but not unpleasantly so when after dinner, she stretched out on the couch with her head on his thigh and brought the topic back to the items she mentioned earlier. She looked up at him and said, "We should make sure you're happy with what we pick, but there are a lot of options. And I guess if we buy something and you don't like it, we could always try again?"

"I love you," he whispered, now knowing he hadn't done anything to change the way she felt about him. She smiled softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, too," she promised. "And I'm really excited about this."

Jake sighed in relief. "If you don't think it's fun, we definitely don't need to try it a second time." But she was already pointing out a few different dildos that she found on her phone and holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, Jake," she said with a grin that made him pulse with need. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a great time. And this one comes in navy blue... I'm just saying, it would match your uniforms perfectly."

That comment alone left Jake in a state of constant need for the next week while he waited for the goods to arrive. The box was dropped off the following Friday, and Jessica was wearing his robe and smiling like the cat who got the cream when he got home from work. "How was your last day of the semester, Dr. Reed?" he asked softly as she held up the pink box.

"It was good," she replied easily. "And it's about to get even better. We leave for Cabo in the morning, and the new toys are here."

Jake swallowed hard as she handed him the box, and when she untied his robe sash, he was treated to the sight of her in her navy blue lace bra and thong set. "Jessica," he croaked, already turned on and beyond excited. 

"Look in the box," she told him, and he realized she had already cut it open. Everything was the same blue color as her lingerie, and he moaned softly when he ran his hand along the smaller of the two dildos. He didn't know if this would feel good or not, but the idea of his girlfriend wearing it was making him hard. 

He met her eyes as she said, "If it looks good to you, I'll clean everything and get ready while you change into your dress blues."

"My dress blues?" he asked as she took the box from him. 

She bit her lip and moaned. "Do it, Lieutenant Seresin. Put on your dress blues and wait for me in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted, heading right for the closet without delay. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his uniform from the hanger. He was so excited, he could barely get the tie on himself. He looked at the shoes. Would she want him to wear the shoes? Did he want to skip them and hope for a reprimand? Would she reward him more if he was wearing the full uniform?

He ended up putting them on, and when Jessica walked into the bedroom, he was standing at attention. But his jaw dropped when he saw that she was already wearing the strap-on. No sound came out, but he was gasping for air as she ran her hand up and down the length, casually strolling closer to him. 

"This looks good on you, Lieutenant," she purred, and his cock stirred a little more. "I like it when you're dressed for the occasion."

"What's the occasion, Admiral Reed?"

She took his hand in hers and turned the palm up, and then she squeezed out some lube. Then she guided his hand to the dildo, and he helped her coat it up. "You're the one who told me this uniform is just for special occasions, so I'll make it a very special one for you. I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you come."

Jake gasped, his hand tightening around the length, pulling Jessica closer to him. "Please," he whimpered, and she adjusted his hat on his head with her clean hand. 

"I can't guarantee this will stay on," she mused, grabbing him by the bicep and turning him so he was facing the bed. Her hands came to rest on his hips from behind, and the toy poked him as she said, "And these definitely won't be staying on." 

She reached around and started to undo the front of his pants. This was his Jessica. This was the self assured, beautiful woman of his dreams, and she started jerking him off as his pants fell to the floor. The strap on was rubbing his backside. He could come simply from this.

"Bend over, Lieutenant," she demanded, squeezing his cock with her slick hand before releasing him. He did as he was told, and when his cheek met the bedding, her hands met his ass. "Don't forget, Jake," she said softly. "If you're not enjoying it, the safe word is Sam Adams."

"Thank you, Baby," he whispered, actually feeling a lot more at ease than he imagined. And that's precisely when Jessica's hand landed on his ass with a hard slap. 

"Lieutenant Seresin," she barked out. "Your uniform is sloppy. Your pants are on the floor. I have told you so many times to straighten this out!"

"Yes Admiral Reed, ma'am," he replied, his voice shaking with need as his cock twitched against the bed. "I'll do better next time."

She laughed, and Jake could hear her uncap the bottle of lube just before he felt her squeeze it onto his backside near where she spanked him. "You need to be taught a lesson. Or you'll keep strutting around here like the rules don't apply to you."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped as her fingers slid through the slick mess before easing from his balls right up to his asshole. He was already bucking back against her fingers as she teased him, and he'd never been more aware of the fact that he'd never had anything inside him before. 

He looked back at her over his shoulder, his blue jacket all bunched up on his body along with his shirt and tie. When she met his eyes, she smirked and said, "Relax, Lieutenant. Be a good boy. It will all be over soon."

The words Sam Adams were right there on his tongue, and he was ready to shout them out, but he found himself relaxing at her touch as she eased her fingertip along while she whispered, "Just be a good boy."

He grunted at the stretch, because it felt incredible. "Admiral Reed," he whined as she inserted her finger deeper. God, he'd wanted this in the worst way, and it felt so fucking good. Her other hand rubbed circles along his lower back, and when he pressed his hips back for more of her finger, she started to withdraw it instead.

"You want more," she whispered, a statement rather than a question. She could tell he did, but he nodded against the bedding and told her yes. Then her finger was back, slipping inside him as he took fistfuls of the blankets. This was different than he usually felt when they were intimate. Not better or worse, but a different kind of pleasurable. She was easily gliding along a spot inside him that left him a little short of breath, groaning her name.

After long enough that his cock was starting to ache for relief, she said, "I think you're ready for the strap, Lieutenant. And I can't wait to give it to you."

He knew she would be gentle amidst the roleplay, and she was. Jake could feel her coating him up with more lube before she leaned down and kissed his back through his uniform. Then she eased the blunt silicone head to his hole and swirled it around while he did his best to try to relax. Jessica's other hand wrapped around to his cock which was devastatingly hard, and she started to slowly jerk him off again while she pushed. 

If the stretch from her finger felt good, the stretch from the strap felt both incredible and also alarming. He was gasping, knuckles white as he clutched the bedding. Jessica pushed deeper and deeper, still stroking her hand along his cock as she filled his ass completely. Her hips were resting against him as he moaned and whined loudly. 

He squeezed his eyes closed, sucking in air as she paused, fully seated. "How does that feel, Lieutenant Seresin?" she asked, voice breathy as she kissed along his back again. 

Jake tried to find the words to describe the juxtaposition of pleasure mixed with slight pain along with the thrumming desire for more. More of Jessica's voice, more movement, and more pressure. "I like it," he managed, and that was all she needed to hear.

Inch by beautiful inch, she withdrew until that blunt tip was the only thing inside him, and Jake moaned loudly as she thrusted into him faster this time while his body grabbed at the length. "Oh god," he whined when he was full again. "Feels amazing."

She slid her slick hand along his cock and whispered, "You're my good boy," while she fucked him. "You're doing great." She rolled her hips, fucking him with rapid, shallow thrusts while he grunted her name and balled the bedding up tighter. She stroked his length slower as her hips went faster, and Jake's hands shook with anticipation. 

"Baby," he moaned as her hips pressed against his ass, holding herself in place as she filled him completely. 

"Admiral Reed," she corrected, letting her hand drift slowly back down his shaft so she was squeezing his balls. She rolled her hips back and snapped them forward in one fluid motion, and Jake buried his face in the bedding as he cried out. 

"Admiral Reed! I'm close! I'm so close!"

Without slowing her tempo, Jessica grabbed him by his hips, and Jake's cock pressed against the bed. She was rubbing him in all the right places, keeping him full with thrust after thrust, and his cock was throbbing in need. 

"Come, Lieutenant. You earned it," she promised, grabbing at his hips and waist and grunting as she finished him off with all of her remaining strength. Just a few more thrusts as she found every spot inside of him that needed relief, and he was coming all over the bed.

"Fuck!" he growled, lifting his upper body slightly to chase that perfect pressure, and he watched his cum shoot across the bedding as Jessica rubbed his electrified skin. Jake collapsed back down onto his own mess, the sticky warmth on his hands and cheek as he whined and whimpered. 

He felt Jessica remove the strap one inch at a time until she was free of his body, and she hugged him from behind, kissing at his shoulder. "I love you, Jake. I love you so much," she crooned breathlessly, and he at least had the wherewithal to realize she might need some relief now as well. But he couldn't stand up yet. Not when she was whispering the sweetest things in his ear while his legs shook.

When he lifted his head, she kissed his cheek while he tried to formulate words. Then she moaned and licked the cum from his face. Nothing had changed. She was still his in the same way she had been, and if anything, he loved her more for what she just did with him. 

"Jessica," he whispered, kissing her lips, finally. She tasted like him. She tasted perfect. Then he stood, and she was smiling up at him, wearing that pretty strap. And Jake knew. He fucking knew damn well that it was time to ask her. 

"Where are you going?" she asked when he reached for his pants, pulling them up high enough so he could walk. 

He rushed out to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that contained all of the spices and seasonings. She was still apprehensive about cooking on her own, and this was the last place she would have looked for anything. He grabbed the small box and popped it open as he ran back into the bedroom as quickly as he could. Jessica had removed the strap and set it on the bed, leaving her in that sinful looking navy blue set. She adjusted her glasses just before her gaze fell to his hand, and then he dropped to his knee in front of her.

"Jake?" she gasped as her eyes went wide.

"Marry me. Please, Baby. Marry me. You're a need. A necessity. But you're also somehow the only thing I want. I was going to propose in Cabo, but I can't even wait until tomorrow. Will you marry me?"

Her pretty face crumpled as she sobbed, but she was nodding and reaching for him. Her voice shook as she smiled through her tears. "Yes. I'll marry you. You're my needs and wants, too."

Jake stood and scooped her up as he laughed. She ended up beneath him on the bed next to his cum, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair while he tried to get her to hold her hand still. "Let me put it on you, Smart Girl," he whispered, unable to stop smiling as he took her left hand and slipped the ring into place. He loved the way it looked. And then, as if the massive diamond didn't matter much to her in comparison to him, she had her hands back in his hair. And he kind of loved that, too.

"I can't wait to tell everyone how we got engaged," she said as she laughed and buried her face against his neck. 

"You can tell them anything you want, Jess. Just make sure you pack that strap for Cabo along with the rest of the toys."

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Thank you so much for coming on this little journey with me! It was really fun to fit Jake and Jessica into the Beer Boy and Sugar universe, and I hope you'll stick around to read about Bob and Anna soon, too! IYKYK...if you follow along with Beer Boy and Sugar, you already knew about Jake and Jessica's upcoming nuptials. More surprises are in store in every corner of this universe soon! Big thanks to @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @sylviebell for all your help!

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got the sudden urge to re-read 'work song' this weekend after years of not really being into spideytorch anymore. the fic is still incredible, it's reminding me why i used to love them, but it got me wondering -- was there ever any canon fallout from sue, reed, and the kids being gone like that? i had already stopped reading the comics at that point.

It's funny, I've been thinking of Work Song recently too. I obviously like to get into the guts of canon in a lot of my fic, but Work Song was really an exercise in getting into the emotional fallout that comics tend not to deal with -- for both good and bad reasons. (I think the modern lack of dealing with pretty much any emotional fallout is bad, but also if you have a serial story you have to keep a certain amount of action going. Idk, complicated thoughts about pacing and sacrifices made for genre standards and the shifting of those standards from decade to decade, etc., etc.)

And the answer to whether the fallout is ever addressed in 616 canon is... kind of no? I think there were attempts made -- both Zdarsky in his Two-in-One series and Bendis, somewhat, in Infamous Iron Man were sort of digging into things, albeit notably before Reed and Sue were actually back. (Both of those series deal HEAVILY with their absence, though.) But both of those series were also cut short, and they have finales I'm not quite satisfied with, which in this case is the fault of neither author. I think Zdarsky tried with his final two issues of Two-in-One especially, especially the one that focuses on Johnny and Sue, but just didn't have the space to address the issue of Reed and Sue essentially leaving Johnny and Ben with the gravitas and nuance that it deserved. And given that Johnny is, you know, flat out suicidal over this issue in the first ten issues of Two-in-One, that's a problem. (IIM also has a disappointing final two issues, but it focuses much more on Ben and Doom than on Johnny. Hell of a setup, wish it didn't feature the biggest copout resolution of all time.) And again I don't think this is either writer's fault -- they were both clearly trying to do something interesting and emotional, and 2n1 had a really good set up and character work. It just wasn't given the space to stick any kind of landing before everything had to be wrapped up in a tidy little bow so Slott could write some mystifyingly bad stories. (I don't believe Slott ever seriously addresses the fallout, but I could be wrong. I skimmed the back half of that run hard.)

And also I think this was something of a foundational problem that sprung from Reed and Sue and the kids going missing not as an actual story point but as a hissy fit over film rights. There was never any solid plan in action for where they were or what they were doing or what Ben and Johnny fought over that caused Ben to leave for space and Johnny to spiral out of control -- it was all just "this is happening now because we canceled the Fantastic Four comic because we want the film rights." It's very hard to build a story on shaky ground like that when you've got multiple writers, all who seemed to have slightly different takes, and apparently no one on an editorial level actually managing all of that to make sure there was a cohesive story in place. Even if the reader doesn't have that information, there should be some kind of established story for the writers to follow, and it kind of seemed like there just wasn't. (I say "kind of seemed" because obviously I wasn't there and I don't know for sure, but also like, we know for sure that there wasn't. By reading the comics it was very clear that there wasn't.) It's frustrating to think about it now because it could have been some really great storytelling, and instead it was addressed just barely and then kind of rushed along. And I feel similarly about Superior Spider-Man's fallout, except they keep resurrecting that concept every two years and kicking it around like it has anything interesting left in it.

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The Past is Beyond Our Control

Chapter 1: A Sheep in Wolves' Clothing

Rated T | Vio/Shadow | Modern Slasher AU (Heavily Inspired by Until Dawn (2015) | 4,241 words, more soon

"Six."

“Fuck me,” Vio groans as he finally grips the handle. Is he seriously about to run from a real-life actual murderer through a creepy basement, all while barefoot and wearing a fluffy purple robe?

“Five.”

Yes, Vio decides, ripping the door open. Yes, I am.

My entry for @fsfrightfight week 3! Look out for the second chapter next week. I apologize for posting like this, but the first half of my October was insane. Glad I can share work I'm genuinely happy with, now that I have a bit more time on my hands.

Read it on AO3 (RECOMMENDED) or under the cut (with author's warnings AT THE END):

11:04 P.M.

Coming tonight was a bad idea.

Vio pulls the fluffy purple robe tighter around himself as he pokes his head out the door. “Seriously, guys?” he shouts, to no immediate answer. “Even the scrunchie?”

Vio runs a hand through his hair, still damp at the edges from his bath. Great. He’s stuck for the night in a creepy massive lodge on an isolated snowy mountain, owned by the parents of a friend whose brother mysteriously disappeared one year ago. One year exactly, actually, hence the group reuniting while home their own families on college break.

It still makes no sense that Shadow would invite them all to return for the anniversary, but Vio just couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Not when it had been Shadow asking, and not when he still felt partially responsible for Link’s death.

Even with his low hopes for the evening, he still found himself disappointed. The second they all entered the lodge, after a long and cold walk from the cable car station, Zelda and Blake had been immediately at each other’s throats. Reed gets, like, exhaustingly emotional any time Shadow speaks, and Shadow is being weirdly avoidant despite him being the one to invite them all back. It’s cold, everyone either hates or feels indifferent towards each other, and the memory of Link—now assumed dead—looms over them all.

So Vio took a bath to avoid their bullshit. Sue him.

“Blake?” Vio calls into the dark hallway. The lodge is simultaneously open-concept and cramped, with a second floor revolving around the lower foyer’s fireplace and massive chandelier. Vio looks over the railing and furrows his brow. Where the others had been arguing around the fireplace just an hour or two ago, there is only darkness. “Reed?”

Vio flicks the hallway light switch, only to be confront by a single red balloon floating near the stairs. “What the hell?”

A grandfather clock chimes loudly. Vio thinks of the jumpscares in horror games he, Shadow, and occasionally Link used to play in middle school.

Shaking his head, Vio steels his nerves. He passes the balloon on his way down the stairs, half-expecting for the others to perform a jumpscare of their own.

“Guys?” Vio calls out again, his voice weaker than before. Not scared, but not exactly annoyed, either. Unnerved, for good reason—the lodge’s main floor is empty, dark, silent, and cold.

He spots another balloon across the foyer, next to a closed door. The home movie theater, Vio recalls from years of staying with the Farore twins over winter break. A chill runs down his back as he opens the door.

More silence and darkness greet him. Vio reaches for his phone to use its flash, but realizes that it must have been confiscated along with his clothing.

“Oh, come on!”

He turns to go back upstairs, but faces a closed door. Vio releases a startled yelp and reached for the handle, but somehow…

“I wouldn’t bother with that,” mocks an unfamiliar voice. It echoes around the room from an unseen origin, so distorted that the speaker is unidentifiable.

Vio stumbles backwards, bumping up against a leather recliner.

“I have so much to show you,” the voice promises. The giant screen comes to life, illuminating the framed posters from Mr. Farore’s most famous horror films. It seems to show some kind of camera feed, although it can’t possibly be live. Vio watches himself, from just a few hours ago, hiking up the mountain trail in a heavy winter coat.

“What the fuck?” Vio exclaims, gripping the nearby seat.

“A lost little lamb,” the voice narrates with almost deranged fondness. “Do you think he has any idea of what lies ahead?”

Vio watches himself leave the frame. “Why are you showing me this?” he cries, yanking on the locked doorknob.

“Why are you watching?”

The shot abruptly cuts to a new location and subject. Vio forgets his escape at the sight of Shadow, restrained against a wooden board in dingy dark shed. He struggles against the ties, glancing over to Blake, tied up in the same manner beside him.

“Shadow!” Vio cries as the modulated voice speaks again. Not to him, though—to them.

“Now for this experiment,” the voice says, “we'll need the cooperation of our two test subjects, Blake and Shadow.”

They both cry out in fear and rage, completely helpless. The camera pans away from them, now focusing on—

“Reed!” calls out Blake, shaking in his bonds. “Holy shit, get me out of here!”

The kindest of Link’s former friends stands behind metal bars, paralyzed in front of a large metal lever.

“But we’re going to need our brave participant to help decide,” the voice calmly continues, “which test subject will live… and which will die.”

Vio slams a hand over his mouth. Now visible in the shot is… is a fucking circular saw, on a track, which splits between Blake and Shadow. Both of them continue to panic, the camera fully fixed on their reactions.

“Shadow,” Vio says, his throat dry. Is this happening right now? Has it already happened?

Will it happen to him next?

“Please,” the voice says, with good humor. “Please please, everyone calm down. It's all very simple, Reed. All you have to do... is choose who you will save!”

There’s a loud noise as the saw begins to move, the grinding of metal almost drowning out the screams. Many thoughts run through Vio’s brain, but none of them matter—this is Reed’s choice, and it’s obvious who he will pick.

“I’m sorry, Shadow,” he says, pulling the lever in Blake’s direction. “I’m really sorry!”

Vio winces as the saw changes its track. Shadow’s screams echo through the room as sharp blades meet flesh, producing the exact sort of viscera one would expect from such an interaction.

As in, it cuts the man in half.

“I’m going to give you ten seconds,” the voice informs Vio, reminding him of his own predicament. “Nine…”

“No,” Vio whimpers, trying the door again. Still locked. “No, no, no…”

“Eight.”

There’s another door in this room, Vio remembers, reaching through the darkness behind the seats. It doesn’t lead upstairs, but it will get him the hell out of this room.

“Seven.”

If he could ever actually find the goddamn door.

“Six.”

“Fuck me,” Vio groans as he finally grips the handle. Is he seriously about to run from a real-life actual murderer through a creepy basement, all while barefoot and wearing a fluffy purple robe?

“Five.”

Yes, Vio decides, ripping the door open. Yes, I am.

The door behind him bursts open, revealing a sliver of light and a person’s silhouette. “Vio,” says the killer, his voice still modulated behind some kind of Halloween mask. He holds a large metal cylinder at his side, and clearly doesn’t intend to keep his ten-second promise.

Vio screams.

“Vi-o,” the maniac repeats in a singsong voice. His movement appears to be somewhat slowed by the weight of the heavy object.

“Shut up!” Vio growls, picking up a nearby vase and throwing it in his pursuer’s direction. He doesn’t stick around to see the aftermath, slamming the door behind him and entering the depths of Farore Lodge.

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8:39 P.M.

They make their way down the basement stairs, leaving the others to argue in the foyer.

“Still use that home theater?” Vio asks, glancing over his shoulder at the room behind them. “You and your parents?”

Shadow smirks just a little, immediately calmer and much more like himself. This whole evening, he’s had an energy Vio can only describe as manic—forced enthusiasm that’s deeply off-putting, especially given the occasion.

“Mom and Dad don’t come up here anymore,” says Shadow.

“But you’ve been living up here for a while, like a gap year?”

“Sure. Like a gap year.”

Silence falls between them, again. Ever since Vio went away to college, things have been silent. And even before that, after Link’s disappearance… Shadow hadn’t exactly stayed in touch.

“You know, Vio,” says Shadow, just a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Vio matches it with a small smile. “Yes, Shadow?”

“I just wanted to say…”

“What?”

“It really means a lot to me that everyone came back this year. And y’know… that you came, Vi.”

Vio softens at the sentiment, despite his discomfort with the overall situation. “Shadow,” he says, “I’m here for you, really. Whatever you need, whenever. I understand that you might have needed your space this past year, but—”

“Watch your step,” Shadow warns, holding out an arm to stop him. So much for sentimentality.

“I think I can handle a set of stairs,” Vio scoffs. He pushes it away as they reach the basement.

Shadow opens the boiler cabinet and get straight to work, leaving Vio to look around. He and the Farores hadn’t spent a lot of time down here during their adolescent years, save for a few games of spooky hide-and-seek. Shadow and Link’s parents had always discouraged the boys from going beneath the lodge, and the boys mostly obeyed. It was all pretty much just storage down there—props from Mr. Farore’s horror films, Shadow had said, which were not dangerous but were very, very expensive. At some point Link had also mentioned a hotel or something down there too, connecting the lodge to the abandoned asylum on the other side of the mountain.

Seriously. Creepy basement.

“Sorry to drag you into the bowels,” Shadow tells Vio, surprisingly competent with the equipment. Although, Vio reminds himself, Shadow has always been good with mechanical stuff.

“Bowels,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Gross.”

“You’re cute.” The response is automatic, which Shadow seems to regret. He clears his throat and tries again. “I just wouldn’t want you coming down here by yourself, y’know?”

“It’s definitely creepy down here,” admits Vio.

“Yep,” Shadow teases. “Not a place to be on your own.”

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11:16 P.M.

Vio almost trips on that damn step.

“Shit,” he says, narrowly avoiding the hazard as the killer rips the door open above him. Vio thinks fast, cloaked enough in darkness to hide but not with enough time to make it much further. He presses himself against a pillar by the water heater, where he’d just been with Shadow only hours ago.

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8:44 P.M.

“What’s this doing here?” Vio asks, reaching behind a nearby pillar. He spins the wooden sword in his hand and then points it in Shadow’s direction. “I haven’t seen this thing in years.”

Shadow’s expression shifts at the sight of it, a strange mixture of fondness and sadness. “Guess it’s been a while since we play-fought. I dunno, things just end up down here sometimes, especially if they’re not being used. Not sure where Link’s went, though. Not that it really matters.”

Vio’s face falls. He lowers the sword. “Shadow—”

“I know,” Shadow says, holding up a hand. “Save it for the couch.”

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11:19 P.M.

It’s still there.

“Why are you hiding?” asks the killer as he makes his way down to the boiler room. That metal cylinder, whatever it is, hits each stair as he goes.

Vio weighs the wooden sword in his hand. No blade, of course, but it has some heft. He holds it against his chest and presses himself even tighter against the pillar.

“Why prolong the inevitable, Violet?”

Vio flinches at that. No one calls him Violet anymore, unless it’s on a legal document. He wouldn’t call it a deadname exactly, but there’s only one person who’s ever said it in a way that actually felt right.

Zero now, though, because Vio just watched that person get cut in half.

“Gotcha,” says the killer, peeking around the side of the pillar. He yanks the struggling Vio backwards against his chest, trying to keep him still. “So sorry.”

Vio freezes as a plastic mask is pressed against his face. It’s easy to recognize the familiar sensation of nitrous oxide, but this seems to be significantly more potent than what he’d get at the dentist. He’s terrified to realize that he’s getting dizzy already.

Weakly craning his head, Vio is finally able to get a good look at Shadow’s murderer. A cheap Halloween mask obscures his features, but it’s not your average creepy clown or werewolf. It’s like… some kind of demented elf, with a pointed head and a goatee. What the hell was it called on the package, Guy You Definitely Don’t Want to Talk To at the Renn Faire?

Vio isn’t sticking around to find out.

Channeling every ounce of strength he has left, he shoves the wooden sword backwards into his attacker’s gut. The masked killer doubles over in pain, releasing him with a monstrous roar.

Vio’s head feels fuzzy as he runs across the boiler room-slash-cellar. He reaches for the door, but—of fucking course—

“Are you kidding me? NO HANDLE?!”

Removed and hidden, probably by Mrs. Farore, to keep the teens from exploring any further. Vio has to improvise.

The wine rack—he can work with that. Vio yanks it downwards, creating an obstacle for his pursuer. Among puddles of wine and broken glasses, a small metal object clatters to the floor.

“A-ha!” Vio sticks the handle back into place, passes the threshold, and locks the door behind him. The killer slams himself against it, but it’s not long before he gives up on that particular approach. His noises cease, leaving breathing heavily in an unfamiliar room.

His mind is clearing, which is good, because it’s pretty much all he has. He left his sword back near the boiler.

Vio turns to assess his current location, no longer familiar from his years of staying at the lodge. He sees a very dirty bed and a very broken dresser—must be one of the abandoned hotel rooms. One door to his left, and another straight ahead. The killer could, hypothetically, be making his way to either right now.

Vio moves forward. If this is a hotel, the door to the left likely leads to a bathroom. He’d be like a sitting duck in there.

His chosen path leads him to a long hallway, lined with several more doors and what looks like a defunct elevator. It’s one of those old-timey cage ones, with it cab stuck just a few feet above the bottom of the shaft.

He feels a hand over his mouth.

“Vio,” says the killer, noticeably out of breath. “Vi, holy shit, just let me—”

Vio bites.

The killer rears backwards, his mask shifting slightly and obstructing his vision. Vio sees his chance and literally runs with it.

He heads down the hall, but doesn’t go through a door. Instead, he slides through the crack beneath the elevator cab, pressing up against the wall at the bottom of the shaft.

Don’t move, Vio thinks to himself. Don’t. Fucking. Move.

From the hallway above, he hears loud pacing. The sound of doors slamming open and shut. Various curses and grunts of frustration.

And finally, thankfully, impossibly—

“FUCK!”

The footsteps reside. The hallway falls silent.

Vio stays still for the next twenty minutes.

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11:44 P.M.

One Year Ago

Vio had been perfectly happy reading.

“We know your secret, bookworm,” Blake teases, holding the paperback out of his reach. The lodge’s warm fire illuminates Vio’s scowl.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demands, looking from Blake to Grant to Zelda to Reed—his ‘friends,’ or rather Link’s friends, invited to the lodge for a weekend of teenage shenanigans.

“We’re helping you with your crush,” Reed enthuses, a little tipsy but earnest nonetheless. “It’s going to be soooo sweet. Like a movie!”

Vio raises an eyebrow, only growing more suspicious. They’re all high school seniors, can’t they be done with the stupid hormonal preteen nonsense? “I don’t have a—”

“Listen,” interrupts Grant, leaning slightly forward towards Vio. “We know you like him. And he obviously likes you. Prom is soon, don’t you want a date?”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“Aw,” Zelda smirks, cocking her head slightly. “I think he’s blushing.”

Reed elbows her. “Don’t be mean!”

“You don’t even have to lift a finger,” Grant continues, just as much a leader here as Link says he is on the lacrosse field. “We’ve arranged it all for you. Left him a little note on your behalf, told him to meet you in the guest bedroom at midnight, alone.”

“A promposal in the moonlight,” Reed swoons. “It’s perfect.”

Vio shoots out of his seat. “This is extremely inappropriate. You people have no idea—”

“We people might not have years of friendship with the Farores,” Blake says, “but we still care about them. And they talk to us about stuff.”

The implication, Vio knows, is that he is ‘stuff.’ A Farore has a crush on him, and he’s been running his mouth about it to his friends. Which Farore, Vio could easily guess—the same one he’s been secretly crushing on since eighth grade.

“It’s none of your business,” Vio argues, balling his fists at his sides. “Even if I… had feelings for him, I’d want to tell him on my own terms. Or he should tell me.”

Reed’s face falls, but Blake seems unfazed. “Too late. He’ll be there now, waiting for you.”

The grandfather clocked chimes midnight, as if on cue.

Vio wants to bicker more with these near-strangers, to explain how serious his feelings really are compared to their trivial promposal nonsense, and to make them feel terrible for assuming they could try to intervene. But Blake is right about at least one thing—it’s too late now. Vio’s crush is waiting for him, and he needs to minimize the damage of this ‘prank’ as best he can.

“You guys suck,” he tells the four, turning on his heel.

“Have fun!” Zelda enthuses, giggling. Vio flips her off and heads for the guest bedroom.

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11:44 P.M.

Now

Eventually, Vio finds the courage to leave the elevator shaft. But with one or more of his ‘friends’ dead and a killer on the loose, it seems foolish to head back the way he came.

He knows that these hallways eventually connect to the abandoned asylum on the other side of the mountain. He could escape through there, hide out for the night, but then what? It isn’t like a serial killer is just going to give up at dawn. And who even knows what’s inside that asylum, or in the woods? There could be, like, wolves or bears or something.

Hiding or fleeing still seem like better options than fighting, though. Vio isn’t a fighter, he’s a thinker—but still, he probably can’t exactly out-think a murderer. Especially not one so meticulous with his use of audio, video, and elaborate death traps.

But something does still tug at him. During the chase, the killer was presented with several opportunities to quickly kill Vio. He could have strangled him, snapped his neck, or hit his head with the heavy metal gas canister. But instead, for some reason, the masked man had been determined to knock Vio out.

If only he had shown Shadow the same courtesy.

“Oh, shit,” Vio groans, finally glancing down at the ancient hotel carpet. Bloody footprints, in a steady trail, lead back the way both Vio and the killer came. With the amount of blood Shadow produced, Vio wouldn’t be surprised if his murderer is still tracking it around.

Oh Jesus Christ, it’s Shadow’s blood.

Vio refuses to let himself picture the most recently deceased Farore son, who went silent for nearly a year after his brother’s disappearance. However Vio had felt about Shadow before Link’s presumed death, none of it mattered after. And now it matters even less, because Shadow is dead too.

He supposes he should be more concerned about the others. If the killer has given up on him for now, does that mean he’s now hunting Grant, Blake, Reed, and Zelda? Vio doesn’t like any of those assholes, but he doesn’t want them murdered, either.

But… he isn’t about to throw himself in harm’s way to save them. At least, not right now. There had only been one person present at the beginning of this nightmare that Vio would have fought to protect, and his blood is staining the carpet.

“NO! NO, NO, NO!”

Vio freezes at the sound of a voice—his own voice, panicked cries from the theater playing on repeat.

What the actual fuck?

He picks up a fallen wooden beam, complete with a nail sticking out the end. Vio isn’t sure if he’ll be able to stomach using it, but hopefully he won’t have to.

He has to know. This is just too weird.

He follows the path of footsteps back into the hotel room, where it continues back towards the cellar. But other footsteps diverge, leading through the side door Vio hadn’t taken the first time.

The sound of his voice is coming from there.

Taking a deep breath, Vio pushes it open. It is indeed a small conjoined bathroom, leading to another bedroom. Vio slowly approaches a chair in the center of the space, only lowering his weapon once close enough to examine its occupant.

The killer has tied up a mannequin wearing Vio’s clothes—the same clothes he’d been wearing before he dozed off in the bath, whose absence leave him so vulnerable now. Beside the chair, a small speaker blasts his cries for help.

Vio was supposed to be bait. That’s why the killer wanted to knock him out. And in Vio’s absence, he improvised using a prop from one of Mr. Farore’s films.

It was smart, Vio has to admit.

Too bad he’s smarter.

Back in his jeans, sweater, and boots, Vio feels much more prepared to indulge his rising suspicions. Something is definitely wrong here, and it’s not just the murder.

“Oh, right,” Vio mutters, giving the mannequin a final once-over. He retrieves his scrunchie from its wrist and ties up his hair. “Okay, yeah, I can do this.”

Pointy beam in hand again, Vio follows the footsteps into another hallway down some more stairs. It’s completely silent down here, which honestly might be scarier than any kind of ambient noise.

He seems to have found himself in some kind of utility area. While the other parts of the hotel were decrepit and abandoned, Vio can still imagine them looking nice in their prime. Here? Not so much. These interconnected rooms are clearly not meant to be seen by guests.

But the killer has been down here recently, if he isn’t already here now. Again, Vio considers turning back— but more and more, he begins to question the danger of what lies ahead.

The first room he walks past is a meat locker. A freshly-gutted pig hangs on a rack, its blood dripping onto the tile floor. Footsteps, of course, lead in and out of the doorway.

The second room is not at all like a bloody meat locker. It’s strangely modern, full of modern equipment and furnishings. The surfaces aren’t dusty at all. There’s even a mini-fridge.

“Oh, no,” Vio mutters, examining a blueprint pinned to a corkboard. It depicts what the creator crudely named a ‘death machine’—a long board with straps, hooked up to a track with a saw. A fake prop torso is attached, beneath a hole for someone’s head to poke through.

Under the blueprint, Vio finds a stack of newspapers. He startles at the headline, which is accompanied by an image of Link’s year-old missing person poster.

SUSPECTED KILLER ON FARORE MOUNTAIN - COULD HE BE RESPONSIBLE FOR LOCAL TEENAGER’S DISAPPEARANCE?

“They’re fake,” Vio says, glancing down at an invoice from a printer. “It’s all made up. How could he—”

He winces at a nearby buzz. A very familiar phone rests on the workbench, its black case decorated with a pop-socket shaped like a ghost.

Vio still remembers the passcode—although in this case he kind of wishes he didn’t.

The most recent text is from someone named ‘Dr. Arrghus,’ who appears to have been communicating with the phone’s owner for a few months. Vio scrolls back to the beginning of the current day, trying to get a gist of the conversation between them.

1:34 P.M. A: Hi Greyson, it’s Dr. Arrghus. I hope you don’t mind me texting you, but this is important. I got your email. I don’t think that your plan is going to help. I think you need to stop what you’re doing and come to see me. 4:13 P.M. A: Please, pick up your phone. I’m getting worried. G: LEAVE ME ALONE A: When is the last time you’ve spoken to a person in real life? G: I’m fine. People coming later today A: I am concerned about your safety and theirs. 6:48 P.M. A: Greyson? 12:00A.M. A: Greyson, please respond.

Vio drops the phone, his hands shaking.

Holy shit, Shadow has lost his mind.

Holy shit, Shadow is ALIVE.

“I have to tell the others,” Vio says, because of course he does, what other option is there?

A response comes in the form of the pop and fizz of an opened soda tab. Vio turns to face the would-be killer, now unmasked, offering him a can of chilled root beer.

“Are you sure you need to tell them?”

Specific warnings of possibly upsetting things, but some are pretty spoilery. I HIGHLY encourage you to skip over if you want this to be experienced as intended:

A character has their clothing taken while bathing and wears a bathrobe for the majority of the first chapter. There is a reason this happens, and the character is not sexually harassed.

Gore is mentioned but not described in any detail.

Someone attempts to knock out a person with gas by forcing a mask onto them, but they're quickly fought off.

A character sees a disemboweled pig. Again, not described in detail.

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General…

cage is becoming a main character….

sadly, cage and auggie seem to have more chemistry than reed and auggie do. this is sad because i root for auggreed. auggreed was so fluffy and cute. i loved them. i mean i love them

and then benjamin came in again.

yippie!! story time :)

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one day at lunch, benjamin tried his hardest to push auggie’s buttons, and he eventually succeeded. benjamin tried super hard to be an asshole to auggie, but auggie wouldn’t let him. (benjamin was trying to get auggie to fight him, but in doing so, he was making himself look like an idiot.) auggie kept telling him to go away and he walked away, but benjamin followed him and kept telling auggie to fight him. — auggie kept telling benjamin “i’m not gonna fight you. unless i really, truly, have to, i’m not gonna fight you. and if i do, i’m not punching back.” — benjamin kept pushing it, kept pushing it, and just kept on pushing it. he kept telling him “just fucking fight me already.” — eventually auggie said “if you really wanted to fight me, you would have tried by now.” and then benjamin punched his arm. not very hard, but he punched him. auggie shook his head at him with disappointment (it was funny) and benjamin punched him again.

after benjamin’s many, many attempts at punching auggie, and his repeated “fight me back”s, auggie finally told him “fine, i’ll fight you. but here up is a no-go.” he motioned from above his shoulder up to his head with his hand. benjamin nodded and kept on swinging at him. — vee came over to the two (finally) and yelled at benjamin to fuck off, but auggie told her “i can handle it, vee.” vee nodded hesitantly, but stood back and watched. she trusted that he had it under control. everyone who was watching was on the top of their toes. — auggie let benjamin keep swinging. he didn’t punch back yet. he waited long enough for him to think that he really wasn’t gonna do anything, that he wasn’t gonna punch him back. then, when benjamin threw another punch at his arm, auggie dodged again (as he had been), grabbed benjamin’s wrist, used his arm and swung himself around to where they were back to back now, then elbowed him with his other arm, still holding his wrist. then he swung back around to face him and stomped on his foot. (he did say that he wasn’t going to punch back. ^^) benjamin finally stopped trying to fight him after that.

auggie grabbed benjamin by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, looking him dead in the eyes with no hesitation and no blinking. (benjamin was totally taken aback. everyone was.) auggie gave him the most dirty look he could give, (his rbf/normally serious face became more intimidating), and talked to benjamin extremely sternly, “you got your fucking fight. now what’s your goddamn problem?! why do you keep tryna fight me? there’s no goddamn point. i haven’t done shit to you.” benjamin was wide-eyed and auggie sounded waayyy pissed off. more pissed off than he actually was inside. he asked, “do you hate me or something?? i don’t even fucking know you, benjamin, and you don’t know me. i seriously don’t get how you could even hate me. what could i have possibly done to you to make you want to get on my goddamn nerves so bad?? and, guess what? you kinda did. you kinda got on my nerves, benjamin.” benjamin was trying to think of words to say. auggie pulled him closer again, this time with more irritation, and asked “are you happy? satisfied? what the fuck do you want from me?!”

benjamin stumbled on his words for a few seconds, but then finally got some out. “yah, ya know, i do fucking hate you. i do hate you. and you’re right, auggie. i don’t know you. you don’t know me. but i don’t have to know you to hate you. and you know what i hate about you? i hate how much people fucking adore you. i hate how great you are. everybody loves you. they probably even praise you for fuck’s sake. you’re that cool guy. that guy who everyone is probably jealous of. the guy who can keep his shit together. the guy who even fucking.. stands up to people. you can just. get someone to fuck off. you got me and wil to stop fighting that one time. all you said was ‘shut up’. that was all you had to say, and we both backed off. not everyone can fucking do that. you’re just.. you’re just so goddamn amazing to everyone. you’re.. you’re great at volleyball. and a great coach for it too. coach hart even told you you could be a volleyball coach if you wanted. you turned it down. and you’re a good runner. you could be on the cross country team if you wanted. you turned that down too. you’re.. kept to yourself. you don’t care what other people think about you. you’ve got great advice. dude, you tried to give me advice. me. i’ve been nothing but an asshole to you, and yet you want to help me. i mean, i’ve tried to be an asshole, but you don’t even.. like, let me. you don’t let me get on your nerves. and you told me how i could make friends. you’ve been telling me that i look like a fool. and fuck, i do look like a damn fool. but i just. i just want you to.. to have something. something! one goddamn thing that’s bad about you. i want you to be shitty. i want you to be a dick. i want you to.. to be..” auggie let go of his shirt a little bit and his face was less irritated now. benjamin wasn’t talking loud anymore. “i want you to not be 100% great like you are. i want you to have some bad thing. i want to prove that you aren’t 100% amazing. because you can’t be. you just can’t. nobody can be that great. but.. but you’re like, proving to me now that you basically are that fucking great.”

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Inside your mind (Chapter II)

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pairing: Wednesday Addams x male!hybrid!oc (Reed Turner)

summary: Wednesday goes to confront Reed about his absence and to finally question the boy about the attacks. In the end, she gets the answers she needs… but also new questions.

warnings: language, mentions of injury death, underaged drinking, and fight

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Wednesday knocked twice on Reed's door and waited for the answer.

— Said I'm fine, Eugene. I just don't feel like going to class again — Reed answered without opening the door. His voice was afar, but still audible. — I'm just tired, mate.

— It's not Eugene.

It was just this simple answer that made Reed stop in his tracks. The boy was walking, or better saying, limping through his room. He had a pack of ice on his ribs and was returning to bed and heard the voice. Suddenly felt like he wasn't in pain for 2 days in a row when heard the voice of the raven girl. He practically ran to the door.

— Addams — he said still in disbelief when opened the door. The smaller one looked down at his entire body, landed attentively on his shirtless body, and then fixed her dark brown coloured eyes,  almost black, on the boy's face. He was haggard and bruised, but she was looking at him with her expression completely unreadable. As always, except for that night.

— Hm, at least you seem hurt indeed.

— I'm happy that you're okay too, Addams — the boy cracked a half smile and stepped aside to give her space. — Do you want to come in? I'm sorry it's a mess, I wasn't expecting visitors.

— That's not an excuse to be not organized — she simply responded and entered the boy's dorm.

This place was the exact idea of what a teenage boy would look like, except for the uncommon amount of books.

The bedroom had a single bed in the middle of the messy room. It was unmade too. There were lots and lots of books filling the space, some on the floor, by the bed, filling the bookshelf, and everywhere else Wednesday's eyes spotted. There was an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall, some posters of movies and rock bands and... clothes all over the place.

— Make yourself at home — Reed said after he pulled on a gray old shirt that was on the floor.

— I highly doubt that — she said directly once again.

Okay then... The boy thought but didn't say a word.

— What are you really doing here, Turner? What are you up to?

— Hm… you're the one in my bedroom, Addams — Reed chuckled.

— I know that you don't bother to attend class, but you're not stupid, so don't play dumb. I hate when people do that. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why didn't you kill me right there when you had a chance? — she spat the haunting thoughts. — I mean, no one would catch you and now that I know your secret, you don't seem to mind that I could just tell Weems or the police that you're the killer.

— C'mon, Wednesday... seriously? I can't believe you came here just to accuse me again — the boy rubbed his forehead interrupting the girl's talk. — I'm not the monster, I was fighting it.

— That's the answer I was expecting, the lack of creativity of the people here shouldn't disappoint me at this time.

— It's the truth, Addams. Why do you think I was all fucked up before I found you and your friend… Enid, innit? How is she doing, by the way?

His piercing ocean-blue eyes seemed carrying and interested, Wednesday stared at them thinking how could he be such an actor.

— She's just fine, stop changing the subject, please — she finally took the chair from the desk and placed it in front of his bed, sitting with her legs crossed and leaning her back against its backrest. — I'm just going to ignore the fact that you were probably trying to murder another person when we got there at the exact time and will carry on — Reed just sighed, rolled his eyes and then got the pack of ice again putting on his hurt ribs.

— I saw you the day before Weems informed us that you were a new student. You were hurt too and were assisted by Eugene. What is your connection with both of them? They clearly know something else about you or they wouldn't cover it up for you.

What didn't make sense in this whole story, was that neither Eugene nor Larissa looked like they would compact in order to protect a murderer. Hell! Reed could hurt one of the Nevermore Academy students and Weems was just simply devoted to the institution and its students. She wasn't just the principal of the school, she was like a guardian to everyone there.

— You really are intelligent, Addams, connected some dots, but not so slick at stalking — Reed responded. — But you actually saw me back then or you already have put your pet to spy on me?

Alright. Wednesday was taken aback. He knew he was being watched all of this time.

— You knew about Thing?

— Of course. This whole time. I knew that you were suspicious about me as well since day one, to be honest. I noticed that someone was watching me in the hall that night and the next day I saw the class I recalled it was you.

— Well... you being the taciturn kind and always alone feral creature here, when a massive attack starts to occur, could make anyone suspicious, Turner — Wednesday said in a flat tone. 

The Addams girl couldn't believe she was caught. She thought she was being smart but Reed was one step ahead of her. That was the first that something like that happened to her, she was never overtaken before.

— Yeah, but look who's talking. You're not so far from all you've just said. If the monster wasn't so tall and strong I'd think you're the most capable of killing anyone. 

— That's the most flattering thing someone told me here.

— You're funny, Addams — a smile appears on the boy's face until it turns into a laugh, which didn't last long because of the pain in his ribs. He hissed and shrank a little in pain.

— I thought hybrids had a fast healing system. Why haven't you recovered yet?

— Worried? — the boy raised one eyebrow.

— Absolutely not. But it wouldn't seem fair if had to extract the answers I need from you by torture if needed. You're already hurt — Wednesday simply said crossing her arms.

— I always suspected you were the kinky kind — the boy chuckled quickly.

He then stood up and put the ice pack which was starting to melt, on the small fridge that was in the bedroom and returned to his place in front of the raven girl.

— But I don't know either and that's kind of concerning me lately if I'm being honest… I don't know why I'm taking this long to recover… well, I'd love to see your torture methods one day, but that won't be necessary, I'll answer whatever you want.

— Simple as that?

— It's called conversation. We could have done this before you go jumping to conclusions, stalking me, and most importantly, almost getting killed in a forest — he pointed out the obvious facts.

— Will you be honest? — she ignored his sarcastic tone.

— 100%.

— What's your connection with Weems?

— Whew... okay. I knew someone would notice sooner or later, course it had to be you — he lifted his thick eyebrows quickly and smiled. — She's my mother.

— What?

— She's my mother. What was the other question again?

— You said you wouldn't lie — Wednesday clenched her jaw.

— I'm not, Addams — the boy rolled his eyes. — You wanna see my ID? — the taller one received nothing but a deadpan stare. He scoffed and shook his head, but pointed at some place on his desk nevertheless. — My wallet is right there. You can go get it if you want, I'm not standing up again.

He carefully laid his back on the bed and adjusted the pillow under his head, watching Wednesday heading to the place indicated.

Reed Weems Turner.

There was also other information about him and the headmistress’ full name alongside his fathers' name. Wednesday couldn't believe it. Wednesday guessed correctly that no one was aware of this, otherwise, Morticia surely didn’t know that her ex-roommate had a child. And Wednesday’s mother would definitely tell her.

They had the same colour of eyes, but the resemblances just stopped there.

— Why did she not tell anyone about it? Why haven't you always studied here? — she put the wallet in the previous place and sat on the chair again.

— This is a bit personal, Addams — he looked away. — But I guess I answered your previous question, you have anything else?

— Yes — Wednesday decided to brush it off. For now. — The night I saw you, past midnight, being carried by Eugene… What happened? 

— Oh, that… you see, nothing serious. I was just a little bit drunk and ended up in a fight with my old mates. I'm not proud but that's what happened.

— Why was Eugene helping you?

— Weems asked him to — he shrugged. — And also asked him to not tell that to anybody. She didn't want anyone to find out that one day before I was presented to this school I was drunk and got into a huge fight, which was bloody idiot, it was 5 against one.

— Why?

— Because… I'm still underage and that's illegal? — he asked half unsure, half confused if he understood the question.

— Not this, idiota — Wednesday sighed deeply. — I mean why did you drink? 

— You know, just trying to be cool — he shrugged one more time.

— Don't lie to me, Turner.

— Fine! — he sighed. — My father passed away. That's why I'm here now. I've been living my whole life just me and him and then… he just… — Reed shook his head and swallowed dryly. — Anyways, I was sad, drank a bit too much, and got into a fight, that was it. Nothing exciting like killing anyone, I'm sorry I disappointed you. I'm just a bibulous idiot.

For the first time Wednesday sympathies for someone other than Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid, or Pugsley. But she only felt that way for her own brother once when he stopped breathing for 1 minute. Her emotion only lasted minutes then they were both doing dangerous things again.

— And before you ask, the night I went to the forest I was looking for the monster, I saw a strange movement out there and went to investigate. And as you can see, we fought, but I couldn't see its face, it was way too dark. It was too quick and agile as well. Then I saw it ran away and almost ran over you two when it was trying to escape so I let it go, it wasn't important anymore. I had to make sure you were okay.

— I'm sorry about your father — the tone of the girl made Reed look up at her again. He thought she wouldn't believe him, that she would say that his father's history was a lie as well as the story he just said, or she would make more inquiries, but that wasn't the case. Even though her stoic face was showing any emotion, she was being sincere.

— Thanks.

— And... thank you — she stood up.

— What for?

— Well, for the time to answer my questions. I know you didn't lie. And to… helped me and Enid.

— Anytime, Addams — he smiled. — Whenever you need my help, you know where I am.

— I won't need it. That was just an unusual casualty.

Reed laughed a bit. That was the pure form of the Addams girl he had heard about.

— Sure, Addams. 

— I hope you recover well, I'll let you rest.

— You don't have to go yet.

— And be here and do what? 

— I don't know… talk?

— I thought I heard you say you were tired — she was leaving already when turned back to look at him.

— I thought you were Eugene — the taller one mumbled.

— Why do you want me to stay?

— Because I feel like I'm being interviewed. Everything you say starts with “why…” — he joked. — But honestly, I liked chatting with you.

— Is that so? — Wednesday raised an eyebrow quickly and crossed her arms. — That's a first.

— See? I love that mistrust connection we're building here — he gesticulates. 

Wednesday almost, almost showed a faint trace of her smile. She did not allow herself to, though.

— I can stay for 30 minutes. Then I have to go to practice my cello.

— That's more than fine for me — Reed smiled and Wednesday stared at it. Puzzled again by this boy.

She did believe him now, but why was she feeling weird looking at his smile?

[cranberrytaboo]

4, 8, 12, 15, 17, 21, 24, 33, 25 for whatever ships come to mind for each!

Katya voice: THAT WAS A LONG ONE

all under the cut!

4 - Where it hurts WangXian "Wei Ying... Why did you let yourself be branded?" If Lan Wangji had expected Wei Wuxian to take his question seriously, he would be seriously disappointed. Wei Wuxian smiled, still dazed and drunk from the agony of his burning flesh. "And let poor MianMian be marked forever? Such pretty skin as hers should always be protected. It was not such a great sacrifice in the defense of true beauty."

But the only true beauty here is you, Lan Zhan wanted to say. He forced his tongue into stillness, so as not to let the errant thought run out of his mouth. Instead, he continued his ministrations, tending to the angry raw skin on Wei Wuxian's chest, letting his eyes sharpen with hate as he beheld the Wen crest tainting his Wei Ying's perfect body. As Wei Wuxian drifted in and out of consciousness, Lan Wangji bowed his head, pressing his lips tenderly to the wound.

The smell of burning flesh branded itself likewise into his mind.

8 - In secrecy HarryKim

Kim rested his elbows against the balcony at the Whirling-in-Rags and looked out towards the bay. There, the sun was slowly climbing down from the sky, painting the ice and snow soft pinks and creamy oranges. He lifted one hand to rub the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"It is... difficult, to try and balance your love life with secrecy. I'm sure you remember just how *avoidant* your friend, the Smoker, was, even in his own apartment. It's called the Homo-sexual Underground for a reason. You have to keep it quiet, you can't *show* it. I don't know... Do you think you're ready for a life like that?" He finally turned to face Harry fully.

Harry, who had only just recently remembered what homo-sexuality *was*, stood looking nonplussed. "So, if I wanted to hold you, or kiss you, I couldn't do it in front of everyone?"

"That's what I'm saying, Harry. In public, you have to act as if nothing at all is going on. There are *tells*, yes, signals, but it all has to be discreet." Kim wondered briefly if Harry was even capable of discretion.

"That seems like an awfully painful way to live."

"It is." Kim turned his head away again, not wanting to show his partner that much vulnerability. Thus, he was surprised when Harry approached, guiding his chin with one hand to press a kiss to his mouth. The sun itself slipped beneath the horizon at that moment, as if to give them privacy.

"But painful sounds worth it, if it's you."

12 - In grief ChengXian

The reeds in all directions whispered in the wind and crackled under the weight of Jiang Cheng's body, rustling as his shoulders racked with great, heavy sobs. As quietly as he could muster, so as not to disturb the tension, Wei Wuxian knelt beside his sworn brother, eyes reddening.

"Mother...! Father!" Jiang Cheng's teeth gnashed bitterly, lips pulled into a wrathful snarl for a brief moment before he continued to wail, unable to even hold on to anger in his grief.

Wei Wuxian lowered beside Jiang Cheng and turned to face him, hands gripping at the arm nearest him as tears finally spilled past his lashes. Everyone in Yunmeng Jiang is gone. You, and Yanli, and Jiang Cheng, are all that is left. It was not a vacuousness that Wei Wuxian was unfamiliar with, but one he had prayed night after night that he would never feel again. And now, Jiang Cheng was feeling it too.

He leaned on his elbows to lift up his own weight, drawing close to Jiang Cheng and kissing away the tears, not caring when the other flinched.

Jiang Cheng seemed at a loss for a moment before gripping at Wei Wuxian's back and pulling him close, desperately, like Wei Wuxian would turn into smoke and dissipate if he didn't.

15 - Passionately JohnnyV

Before V met Johnny, he didn't think such an intense form of self-love was possible. But now, with an entirely separate psyche hanging out in his head, V was finding creative ways to show Johnny just how much he meant to him, even as they cohabited his body.

He knew Johnny could interact with him physically, at least in theory- the punch Johnny had thrown when they first spoke had sent him flying- but it was awkward to try and show affection to someone who nobody else could see.

Thus, he asked Johnny to work with him, to try new things. Johnny could take over control of V's body- so surely, he could take control of just a part of it, right? His legs, or a hand, for example. They tested this theory-- then tested it again, and again, with satisfying results each time.

And every time, V would lean in to feverishly kiss the palm of his own hand, showing appreciation for the specter that lingered with him.

17 - To distract MariAli

"I know what you're here for, and the answer is no." Alice folded her arms and frowned, her foot tapping impatiently.

Marisa flashed her a winning smile. "What do you mean? How could you possibly know why I'm here, when I haven't said anything?"

"You don't have to say anything. Every year, I make plum wine when the season turns, and every year, you and Reimu come and steal it to drink back at the Hakurei Shrine." Alice's Shanghai and Hourai dolls stood before the jars of honey-colored liqueur, guarding them with their tiny lances.

Marisa folded her arms and grumbled, making a show of frustration while cutting her eyes to Reimu, her partner in crime. The witch's eyes sparkled with an idea, and Reimu slowly nodded her head in recognition.

Recklessly, Marisa swept Alice into her arms, dipping the magician low to the ground. "Now!" She crowed, before pulling Alice into a deep kiss. Alice's limbs tensed, then slacked, her head spinning.

Flustered and high on a giddy sort of energy, Alice's mind muddled until she was finally released. As she collected herself, she looked to the window, where Marisa and Reimu were beating a hasty escape, arms laden with jars of plum wine. The Shanghai doll moved to give chase, but Alice simply lifted a hand.

"Ugh... Let them go, this time. If Marisa is willing to go that far, she must really need it." Alice couldn't help but entertain the idea of making more plum wine, this time to be traded instead.

21 - On a place of insecurity CyGate

Cyclonus had noticed, in even the short time he had known Tailgate, that he had a great number of insecurities. Surely, Cyclonus thought, anyone would recognize this in him, but he seemed to be the only one who really paid attention to how Tailgate clung so desperately to any sort of validation, any sense of belonging or being a part of something greater.

And one of the places where Tailgate's insecurity most manifested was in his Function. On his forearm were carved carefully the words "Waste Disposal," and it apparently caused Tailgate no end of resentment. On a quiet night, Cyclonus resolved to confront the little bot about it.

"It's so degrading," Tailgate finally admitted, his optics gleaming as he averted his gaze. "Everyone else has such grand purposes, but me? I'm just a janitor!" He held his head in his hands. "Every time I look at my arm, I feel so humiliated that I just wanna tear it off." He sniffed. "I would, if I weren't such a coward."

"Wait, listen to reason." Cyclonus tried to force himself to speak gently, knowing just how jarring his voice could be. "First of all, there's nothing wrong with cleaning waste. It is a necessary task like any other, and we wouldn't be able to live in a place full of garbage." He paused, realizing that might not have been what Tailgate wanted to hear, even if he needed it. "And two, your Function is not indicative of your worth. I have seen you, Tailgate, and your intense spirit, and you are worth far more than most any bot on this ship."

"You really think so?" Tailgate finally looked back up at Cyclonus.

"I know it." Cyclonus carefully took Tailgate's hand, lifting his arm and brushing his mouth across the lettering. "And I will keep telling you so until you believe it."

24 - In danger Sufferer/Disciple

Each day in hiding, the Sufferer grew more distraught. Even as many times as they relocated, however many of their pursuers they killed and however often they covered their tracks, he knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. He watched as his beloved mother, the Dolarosa, retreated to a place of solitude in the cavern they inhabited, lifting her hands and praying under her breath. To his side, the Disciple sharpened her claws, dragging them against the rocky floor and watching them file down to shape with marked intensity.

"Why is it that you continue to follow me?" He looked to the Disciple with a mix of sorrow and resignation. "If I asked you to run, to let them hunt me while you escaped to live your life safely, would you?"

"Never." She replied plainly. "I have chosen this path, knowing it would be hard, because of my endless devotion to you. Why do you think I would flee now, just because we're nearing the end?"

The Sufferer lowered his head, teeth grit. So, she was aware, just as he was, that they did not have long. "I only wish that... that my actions here had caused any change."

"They did." The Disciple moved close to his side, nuzzling her cheek against his. "You may not have changed the highblood's minds, but you have moved the hearts of those who struggle like us. It won't be immediate, but you have invited a wave of change."

"I would have liked to be around to see it." The Sufferer laughed, bitterly, before pressing a kiss to the Disciple's cheek. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day for bringing you into this."

"I already have." And yet, she could not help but wish that they could remain curled together in the vague warmth of that cavern until the end of days.

25 - As a Yes HecaJun

Junko couldn't remember half of the catalysts of her pure rage. She couldn't remember the faces of her husband and son, nor the face of Chang'e, who took them from her. She couldn't even remember her name from before she became a vengeful spirit. All she could remember was the concentrated rage that boiled in her throat.

But she was slowly making new memories, and most of them were of Hecatia. Hecatia, smiling and agreeing to fight at her side. Hecatia, laughing and playing with Clownpiece, dancing across the crater of a dried-up lunar lake. Hecatia, pushing back a lock of Junko's hair and asking her if she would be interested in trying to love again.

Junko didn't quite know how to answer. She wanted to say yes. Desperately. But her lips threatened to betray her, as they quivered behind years of near-forgotten heartbreak. So instead, she closed the distance between Hecatia's mouth and her own, agreeing in a silent sort of way.

33 - Forcefully HarryJean

"Jean, please look at me."

Rather than give in, Jean continued to stare daggers at the floor in front of him. It was all he could do to keep his attention focused on that one spot, eyes burning as another wave of despair welled in his chest and threatened to crush his lungs.

"Listen! I want to apologize, but I need you to stop acting like I'm not *here*, can't you even pretend to hear me?" Harry pushed a hand through his own hair, his initial repentance giving way to frustration he knew he didn't have the right to feel.

Jean's fists gripped at his knees where he sat, teeth digging into the inside of his lip until he could taste blood. "I get you feel like shit. I can sympathize. But that doesn't mean you get to treat the rest of us like shit till you feel better..!"

"This isn't about the others. I'll talk to them later, but right now, this is about me and you." Harry's fingers twitched. "You knew what you were getting into when you started getting closer to me, I warned you about the kind of man I was becoming."

"Is that supposed to be an apology?!" Jean's eyes snapped upward to stare at Harry hard. "Because that sounds like excuses."

"I'm *getting* to it!" Harry exhaled, too harshly, trying to force out the anger in his stomach. "I *am* sorry! I hate hurting you!"

Jean's eyes narrowed, and he looked back down at the floor. "Then stop hurting me."

The same frustration that Harry tried so hard to repress flared back up. If only it were so *easy.* Why was Jean convinced that he could just change in a day? And why was Jean not looking at him? The aloofness made him *sick*.

It was so easy to stride across the floor, to grab Jean by the jaw and to turn his head upward, to lock their lips.

He wasn't sure what he expected in return, but it wasn't a hand tangled into his hair, keeping him close, as Jean's mouth worked against his own. He could faintly taste blood on Jean's tongue. When he pulled his head back, Jean chased him, briefly, before leaning back again.

Harry let out a ragged breath. "Let me start from the top."

There was a moment's silence before Jean nodded. "Yeah. Please do."

[daphnebowen]

season four episode three!

TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET BAHAHA M

richard Bowen in a hat is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

RINA CUEEEE

what is ricky wearing on his feet his shoes are… yikes 😬

Awwww!!! Emmy brought muffins for everyone! That’s so sweet!

AWWW GINA LOOKS SO CUTE

“the tension is fierce but also appropriate for all audiences” LMAO WHAT

THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS HOLY CRAP

ricky looks so amazed and tbh so am i

they sound so goooooodddddddd together how can anyone ever compete like tbh I almost like their version better than the og Troy and Gabriella’s

the whole cast is so involved in their song and I am absolutely here for it

“No notes” PREACH CARLOS PREACH

”my boyfriend 😃🥰”

maddox’s smile is so pretty!

STOP IM CRYING IMAGINING GINA AND RICKY SAYING GOODBYE I REALLY CANT DOES SHE KNOW WHAT SHE JUST DID

Ashlyn’s laugh is so awkward omg

me only just now realizing that Jet saying he was in love with the girl playing Elsa (aka Kourtney) could be because of the RCOSL episode where Carlos tells her to pretend to be in love with her for the drama 💀 BUT OMG ITS ALSO TRUE HEHEHEHE

Seb and Carlos fighting is physically hurting me

did Carlos even pay for that coffee or did he just walk away?

”richard, sit. Faster.”

MACK IS NOT TALKING SMACK TO ALYSON FREAKING REED OHHH ITS ABOUTTA GO DOWN

”totally forgettable in every way” not with Kourtney wearing a whole candy shop or something. Seriously why does everyone look semi normal but Kourtney??? Is the the candy land Sharpay or something??

AWWW MADDOX IS SO CUTEEEE

”disasters might be” looks right at Ricky

ricky: repeats Gina’s famous lines. Also Ricky: it’s me *pulls down glasses*

okay but in all honesty why is everyone freaking out about ms darbus leaving especially if Bailey (the character that Gina is playing) is a senior like how does that make sense??? Yes it is sad but I feel like you would get over it…?? I mean obviously it parallels with Ricky and Gina but still

“making sure you don’t fall in love with your costar” “barebones production of Romeo and Juliet” OMG DARBUS REALLY DOES KNOW EVERYTHING

rickys infamous words ! “Wow.”

kourtney: Ricky!!!! Ricky: looks behind him in confusion

“keyboard smash”

”too much sunshine. I found it depressing.” “That tracks for you, actually”

Awh I think Mazzy is a little bit jealous of Mike and Jenns relationship

“like a dog?” He’s so naive what the heck

maddox and Ashlyn flirting while kourt is just standing there awkwardly is absolutely cringe worthy

“security be d*mned!”

jets been there for less than a day, didn’t even see the “can i have this dance” duet, and still somehow knows that Ricky and Gina are “not dating.” Man this boy is the biggest supporter of rina that there ever was

the way mr mazarra just reads silently except for “hmm. Hmm. Hmmm…”

she used two thesaurus’s???

I want one of those Ricky and Gina hugs like COME ON MAN WHY AM I SO SINGLEEEE

omg when Gina said she never gets things right the first time she told him that AFTER him and nini had kissed AND HE STILL REMEMBERS AKDNFJEJHAIWIXNEJSJS I CANT THE PINING IS CRAZY

”secret make out times” YESSS RICKYYYYYY

he has absolute faith in her and her in him and i freaking LOVE IT!

omg miss jennnnnn stoppppppp interferingggg it’s driving me nuts

the tension between Jenn and Benny boo is crazy

AWW KOKO IS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME!!

yesss Kourtney go get your therapy I’m proud of youuu 😻😻

most of the parents in this show absolutely suck but kourtneys mom is lowkey the best (ninis moms are also pretty cool but Gina’s mom, Ricky’s parents, Todd, and ejs dad all suck)

dani is FLIRTING WITH RICKY BACK AWAY GIRLIE

The look of disappointment on Gina’s face when it was Mack showing up at her trailer instead of it being Ricky :((((

NONONONONO THE WRITING THE NUMBER ON THE HAND IS SO TERRIBLE but also really cute if I actually shipped them

ginas face- girl is absolutely SHOOK

[misskriemhilds]

Reed and Skadi for the ask meme?

reed

sexuality headcanon: bisexual! favorite ship(s): ...with ebenholz, of all people. this is mostly due to the post-lingering echoes fic i'm writing in my head that develops their relationship and interactions together. i think they could have the potential to get along very well. brotp: reed and saileach. their interactions in the main story really endeared me. notp: while people will certainly disagree, i'm not very fond of reed/bagpipe or romantic reed/saileach (mostly for personal reasons that i'll not get into) - though i wouldn't exactly call it a notp so much as i dislike it. a random headcanon: when she was extremely little, she really wanted to become a ballerina. her family signed her up for ballet lessons and she did really well, but after (vaguely gestures) everything she never really got an opportunity to pursue that as a full-time career even though i think she would have liked to. general opinion: i really like her! i always liked her when i first got her in my pulls, but seeing her role as deuteragonist in the main story and watching her growth in "what the firelight casts" really endeared her to me.

skadi sexuality headcanon: bisexual favorite ship(s): you knew this was coming - her and specter. they're probably the reason i actually started playing arknights to begin with, and when i did get to see them in action i was not disappointed. i love how truly comfortable they are with on another; specter the unchained's operator record made me gremlin screech because of their interactions. they're just married to each other in my eyes. brotp: grani and thorns! grani is pretty understandable considering the side story, but the case of thorns is more hypothetical. i think they'd be really good friends together. notp: it's not so much a notp so much as 'not my thing' but i don't care for the abyssal hunters as an ot3 either with gladiia or andreana (i like both gladiia and andreana as individual characters, for the record. it's simply that i can only really see skadi and specter with just each other.) a random headcanon: she really likes collecting plushies. it's not something she talks about very much, but considering those really cute plushies we get with both of her skins (seriously, with the new one, is alchemaniac a mind reader because i've imagined skadi wearing an outfit super similar to that?) it's something i could see. general opinion: i can't even begin to describe how in love i am with this fictional 2d orca woman both from a "she's attractive and i am enamored by her stoic personality with a secret soft side" but also "i love seeing her character play out on screen". also she really needs a hug after everything she's been through.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me a story about the time you got excommunicated

I do not have the story of the time I got excommunicated. They don't teach you this at Reed. I mean, I did get excommunicated, but for the right things, not for the wrong ones. We'll get to all that in a minute.

I don't know how I'm supposed to tell this story, really. I can't just say, "On the night of Sunday, December 2, I stayed up late playing Cave Story." It's not as though anyone's going to believe me or be impressed. They'll ask, "Sure, but what did you do to get excommunicated?" And my answer -- or, rather, my nonanswer -- won't make any difference to them.

What I really want to say is: "One night late in September, I stayed up playing Cave Story, and I couldn't sleep. So I played some more. It was almost one in the morning when my roommate, who had stayed up watching movies and playing games, came to wake me up. He was mad. He asked me what I had been playing for so long, and when I said I was just playing it for myself, he was madder. 'You can't just play things for yourself for a whole night,' he said.

I told him I thought I had a headache. He thought I wasn't taking it seriously enough. I told him I felt fine. He decided he was going to get on his computer and play something for himself. He told me he would tell me when he was done playing.

Then he put on the computer, and his computer immediately opened a game that wasn't even on his list of games that he played -- a game that wasn't even on the game list that he had printed out and saved. It was one of those old browser games like Solitaire or FreeCell, and it was like the world's ugliest version of a Minesweeper game. And it was about an hour and a half long, and it was just ugly enough to make it impossible to put down. And then once he was already in it, he got mad at me for playing Cave Story the night before instead of playing this thing.

He thought I wasn't taking it seriously enough. I told him I think I had a headache, and he told me that, yes, the game was hard, but he was only playing it for 15 minutes a day, which is not so much worse than not playing anything at all. I think the problem was that he thought that this was the best way for me to spend a night. If he thought it was the best way, then my problem was that it wasn't working.

It didn't work. Not with my roommate's attitude. It didn't work at all, no matter how hard I tried to get him to go to bed. So I told him to shut up. I told him that I knew I had the choice, and I had chosen to play the way that I chose, and I knew he was supposed to be the one getting on the computer, and he knew that he was supposed to get off the computer when he was done, and that was what he was doing, but it wasn't enough for him, so I decided to spend my night playing, and we could both have the computer, but no, I was going to play. It wasn't fair.

So he said, "You're ruining everything!"

He was ruining everything, but it wasn't my fault. I told him he was ruining everything, and he got really upset and said that I would never be happy again in this world because I was too stupid to ever do anything right. I told him, "You're not ruining my happiness, but you are ruining your own happiness if you don't leave me alone," and he said something that ended with the word, "excommunicated." I asked him what that meant, and he told me that it meant his game was over for the night, he had played it all, and now it was time to go to bed, it was midnight, it was time to stop playing.

I said that I didn't think that was fair.

I didn't get on the computer and play for more than five more minutes that night, though I did spend some time reading about the lore of Cave Story. That was a real disappointment, though. It was the first part of the whole story -- the part where Reed College told him he was excommunicated -- that hadn't been true, but it seemed that if my roommate wasn't reading the lore, he wasn't really reading Cave Story at all, and that he was just being a dick about everything. This was the thing that Reed College did -- or, to be more accurate, Reed did this to my roommate -- that they said, "We are going to expel this guy because he is acting like a dick. We are going to tell him he is not allowed to go out and play games without being dicked at by others -- and then we are going to let him leave campus because he is not allowed to go out to play games!"

In a way, this made sense to me. In the same way that a really terrible insult can come from someone who has never met me, a really good insult can also come from someone who is just acting like a dick, because in both cases I don't have much control over whether I'm being insulted or not. I might want to be insulted (or not!), and I might want them to do it (or not!). This was why my roommate kept telling me I had a headache, because my headaches were all his fault. This was why he kept telling me about the lore of the Cave Story, because he was just being a dick.

In the next breath, my roommate told me, "You're not going to be happy."

What he meant by that was that I was trying to do this, and it just wasn't working out. So the way I put it back to him was, "Then what the fuck am I doing?"

He told me the world was terrible. He told me the world was so terrible, it was not the world he wanted. He told me the world was so terrible, and my problem was that I wasn't listening to anything that was important and that there were so many things in the world that I wasn't supposed to listen to. This was the part where he started talking about philosophy and how philosophy meant nothing.

When I said, "So what the fuck am I supposed to do?" -- he told me that I just had to give it up, that he was really sorry, and I shouldn't expect him to do the right thing. It was his fault. I shouldn't expect him to do the right thing, because no one could really do the right thing. I should give up, because it wasn't working, because he wasn't giving me a chance to do the right thing because he was trying to do the right thing, and no one could do the right thing, because it didn't work. He told me how everyone was terrible, and I would be the same, and people were terrible and were going to be terrible forever, but that was not his fault, it was mine, because I wasn't listening.

At first, he seemed really sincere. But then he told me that the way I was looking at things was the wrong way, because looking at things that way was not going to work for me. I told him, "No, I'm going to try to do the right thing, because I am me, and I really want to get on the computer and play Cave Story."

He told me the world was awful.

"But I want to play Cave Story, and everyone is really awful," I said.

[samhainmade]

ragdollsaal​:

Saaliha never quite could get used to Shona’s forwardness. In a way, it was both admirable as it was daunting. The raven haired girl raised her eyebrows at the other’s actions, a nervous laugh leaving her lips. She wondered what it must be like to live life with such confidence. “I never said I was disappointed to see you Shona, you just caught me off guard is all.” And it was true. While Saal won’t deny that the whole trio of Shona, Luis and Barrett rattled her nerves, especially combined with the fact of their loyalty to Oz, there was a spark in each of them that was commendable. “I don’t doubt that,” she laughed, “you’re quite the live wire. I’m fairly certain that fun follows you everywhere. Even if your own personal definition of fun worries me sometimes. And for what it’s worth, my roommates are plenty fun! You should give them a chance.”

It felt as if the cogs in Shona’s head were practically ticking out loud. Saaliha could tell the girl was hoping for more of a bite to her prior remark than she gave her. Regardless, she definitely wasn’t anticipating Shona’s next comment. “Mayor?” Saal repeated in surprise. “Wow, I had no idea you’d be interested in such a position.” Mason Reed was a worry wort indeed, but he really cared about this town. Sometimes too much so for his own well being. “Thats very cool! But if you want my honest opinion, I think you already are a leader, Shona. Though something tells me that arson wouldn’t be very beneficial for your future campaign,” she giggled. Her smile only widened at the other girl’s attempt to scare her. Saaliha never was afraid of monsters. At least not the literal kind. “Oh, I’m sure krakens are seriously misunderstood creatures. Encountering one would definitely be a sight, but I wouldn’t want to disturb it’s peace.” Saal hummed softly in amusement at the thought, but her smile faded as she re-opened her journal. Turning to the page she was originally on, she tore it from the book and handed it to Shona. It was blank.

“If that’s your way of saying you’re excited to see me then we should take this elsewhere.” Shona winked, giving Saal a rough nudge with her elbow. Even though Shona was well and truly spoken for-- that could not stop her from a little harmless flirting every now and again. After all it was really no different from sliding her hand into the back pocket of a drunk in the casino. Saaliha had a way with her words Shona only envied. Every time the other girl spoke it was like liquid sunshine, all warm and friendly. Even if she hated you, which Shona doubted was even in Saal’s programming of being human, you’d probably never know. “Ah shucks-- you’re gonna’ make me blush.” Shona teased with an overdramatic roll of her eyes. “Oh no thanks. I’ve seen both of them in .. social situations, they’re useless.”

Shona often liked to think of her theoretical election campaign, mostly she liked to envision the look on Mason Reed’s face as she wins with a landslide of votes. And then it was straight into decorating her new office of power, of course. “It’s not that I care about the job I just care about beating him. And I mean how hard can it be to cut ribbons and lie to people’s faces? I’ve already got most of the politician shit perfected.” Shona explained, waving off Saal’s sweet comment of her being a natural leader-- of course she’d find something nice to say about it. “That depends on what get’s set on fire.” she added. Shona folded her arms across her chest in annoyance, no matter how much bait she dangled in front of Saaliha’s face the other girl never seemed to bite. It was aggravating and brilliant, and Shona couldn’t really figure out if Saal was just a really nice person or just really good at playing the game. “Yeah you would say that.” she mumbled crossly. Shona picked up the paper and frowned at Saaliha. “Am I supposed to fill this in?”

ragdollsaal​:

Saaliha recognized the voice before she could turn around… but it certainly wasn’t a voice she expected to hear. A slight chill ran through her body with the realization that it was Shona she had just mistook for one of her roommates. “I’m sorry, Shona I assumed you were Jack or Zane…” she trailed off, a soft exhale escaping her lips as she prepared herself for the other girl’s mischief.

Saal wasn’t naive by any means, but she did always try to see the good in people. That being said, she had a feeling Shona’s answer was mostly just an attempt to scare her… but she also didn’t doubt the girl’s rather pyromaniacal desires. Either way, Saaliha couldn’t help her instincts in closing her journal and pulling it protectively in her lap. The last thing she wanted was for her inner thoughts, feelings, etc. to be used as kindling, or worse… to become Shona’s next read. “A legal answer would have been more appreciated, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers… Don’t you have any more amiable ambitions?” she asked, trying her best to pull some kindness out of the other girl. “Orphaned dolphins? I’ve never even seen the ocean… although if I was presented with the opportunity I don’t think I would say no.” Disregarding Shona’s sarcasm, Saal contemplated the idea anyway. “Oh I have too many that I can’t figure out where to start. Just trying to make up for lost time.”

“Tragic for them as I’m way hotter than both of ‘em.” Shona sighed as she dumped her body onto the space next to Saal with a abrupt thump, slapping her own thighs. Ugh Jack and Zane, how boring and awful her life must be only having two idiot boys as company. Oh.. that sounded a little familiar, perhaps that was why Shona seemed to be so invested in Saaliha. Maybe the girls had more in common than she thought. “You don’t have to sound so disappointed about that either. Me and you could have more fun together than they could.”

Shona rolled her eyes and scoffed at Saaliha’s commitment to being good and sweet, if they were just fucking around with hypothetical dreams or scenarios why the hell couldn’t she dream of setting fire? It’s not like she would judge Saaliha for having something similar in mind. “There is literally nothing I can say that will give you any kind of peace. But while we’re talkin’ about ambitions you think i’d be a better leader than Mayor Reed, right?” Shona asked with a playful grin. She’d known Mason was close with Jack, but not where Saaliha fell into the social circle of men with adequate ideas. “The ocean is full of deep trenches, fish with big teeth who live in darkness and giant kraken starved for the taste of human flesh! You should totally take a trip to see it.” Shona shook her head at Saalhia’s musings. “You can’t bring back shit you lost. You just have to move on or else you’ll be unhappy forever. And that’s my thing so-- what’s first on that list?”

[talzane]

Highly disappointed that the “Infinite” Realms is always just full of ghosts. Monster AUs have so much potential, especially with all the DC crossovers. Vampires that can subsist off the pure energy of ectoplasm present in the air, so they’re never hungry. They can grow/hide/exist all by themselves. Alternately, the realms could act as a base of indefinite preparation for them if they decide to do anything to an infinite number of worlds. Werewolves that are free to play like wolves, to hunt the game they seeded their own dimension/realm with, to be perfectly free. The Yetis who used their magic to make their own home in the Realms as the Ice Age began to fail them. Duulaman’s Egypt, home of an entire sorcerous people, capable of casting the souls of their people into an eternal realm where they could thrive forever in, essentially, the field of reeds. The Mummies found there reanimated so that their revered ancestors could walk amongst them again, or their bodies rejuvenated (good plot there if Hotep-Ra, a traitor, was left as a mummy by his people when everybody else was brought back to life). Pandora, Guardian of Hope, and her Realm of Elysium, a home for all the monsters of Ancient Greece who were cast out/shunned/destroyed by society. A place of healing for the traumatized Minotaur (he was raised to kill people in a dark maze, that’s gotta be traumatic), cursed Medusa, etc (seriously, a rehab center where you can literally hold Hope in your hands when you have none...hek). Not to mention, since she guards Hope, it could be a literal object, and Vlad stealing Hope but not knowing how to use its power is a *highly* interesting plot to me. Somewhere that Desiree, a djinni, can avoid the people who’d only attempt to abuse her power to grant wishes. (There are so many more things to add...Liches, Witch Covens, Dora and Aragon’s Kingdom of Mattingly [dragons], other creatures) Sure, some beings there--like Skulker--want to fight, but by the very nature of Lairs/Realms, he can’t follow others into their homes and expect to survive, so they are safer than anywhere else. The ghosts and creatures that love to battle are free to do so in the regenerative chaos of the realms. The ghosts who want to be left alone can find their own slice of infinity. It truly is, or at least could be, a paradise for everybody... Which makes Pariah Dark so much eviler. The moment he awoke, he destroyed people’s homes so they couldn’t hide from him, he enslaved entire peoples to make thralls for his army, he devoured ghosts--absorbing their essence--to rebuild his lost strength, he used those armies to attack the realms capable of resisting him for a time, he pulled a resisting city into the Realms as an act of aggression. Everything he did was in stark contrast to the path of existence the nations of the realms had chosen, and his will was absolute; all the beings capable of being compelled were compelled to serve him, every lich lost their phylactery to him and were forced to submit to him, every free group was under threat of slavery or extinction. Even Vortex and Undergrowth, two incredibly dark beings, resisted as well as they could, but had Danny not attacked Pariah Dark’s center of power, even they would have fallen. Essentially, Danny stopping Pariah Dark would have far more of an impact, yet also none at all as it would be mostly behind the scenes. Danny, all of fourteen years old, battled the evilest being to have existed at that time in a fight to the death without any guarantee of survival. Frostbite and the other beings, feeling the weakness of Pariah’s forces, since he was occupied with Danny and the attacking ghost forces, launched their own counterattack and arrived before Danny’s duel was over to see Danny, still so small even in the battle suit, fighting the titanic mass of Pariah Dark, King of all Ghosts. Frostbite, left arm shredded by a summoned beast, watched in fascinated horror as Danny’s strength waned, but he still forced Dark back. Pandora, Guardian of Hope, watched a tiny child stare down a stone-face goliath. Vortex, for all his wrath, couldn’t have stood against Pariah, but that diminutive whelp was a storm unto himself and nothing, not even Pariah Dark, it seemed, could stand against a force of nature. Nocturne, Lord of Sleep, King of Dreams, and once a slave to Pariah Dark, had suffered from nightmares since Pariah’s return; his dream realm had fallen, his sleepwalkers obliterated, his precious, harvested dreams destroyed, and Pariah had once again enslaved Nocturne, yet the power of Pariah’s ritual was waning, and Nocturne felt himself awakening from his nightmare. He watched a tiny child, someone who should be dreaming instead of facing down a nightmare, deliver the dream of the king of dreams; Pariah was being forced into his sarcophagus. For Frostbite, Danny became the Great One; to Pandora, he was a child of Hope, a miracle (it didn’t hurt that he locked a great evil in a box either); to Vortex, he was a little storm, a squall; to Nocturne, Danny was a savior and a dream come true, surely, Nocturne could repay him with good dreams...maybe even for the little one’s entire Lair... All I’m saying is that context is everything, and having Vortex be a literal embodiment of storms and nature rather than just a ghost with storm powers is a lot more enticing to me. Pandora being Danny’s ghost mom is great, but her seeing him as a child of what she embodies rather than just “he is smol, I must help,” seems richer. Then there’s the DC crossover potential once Danny inevitably begins letting the peaceful individuals stay in Amity Park under his protection, or sending those who’d fit in to the Infinite Realms (Mr. Freeze and Nora relocating to the Far Frozen where he can get all the help he needs, not live in his suit, and either turn Nora into a ghost or cure her, Poison Ivy to live with Undergrowth [kinda like that island she had in the Bahamas], Killer Croc most likely to Egypt, Harley would fit in with Kitty and Johnny’s level of crazy, etc.). Imagine Batman investigating all his missing rogues, but when he eventually tracks them down, he finds them living peacefully in an infinite realm of places where they can’t hurt anybody permanently, and the people there are similarly obsessive/crazy. But also, Ghost King Danny, Protector of the Infinite Realms, etc., etc., leading an army of “monsters” to defend Earth from Darkseid, or, since Darkseid is always after the Anti-life Equation (considering all their different abilities, it would make sense for ghosts/ectoplasm to be the essence of the equation), defending the Infinite Realms against Darkseid/the Anti-Monitor. That’s all neglecting the chaos potential of Jack and Maddie believing all things not expressly human are ghosts. I also firmly think that since the Infinite Realms connect all universes, there can only ever be one ghost/ectoplasmic entity of any given individual regardless of the universe(s) of origin, and I have written pseudoscience for it (using some computer science and physics ideas, so it makes sense with less hand-waving). That’s neither here nor there, so I will end this before it gets any longer. Anyways, that’s the thought I just had, figured I’d share it with y’all and see if y’all were interested.

[shititbe]

Anyway, Peter Parker is Bi, and I Won’t Be Convinced Otherwise.

Firstly, we have to get our bases covered. What exactly is Bi-sexuality? What is sexuality? 

Sexuality is defined as a persons identity in relation to gender(s) they are attracted to. Why is this important? Peter’s sexuality has never been specifically stated in the comics, nor in any other form of media. It’s assumed that he is straight because of his popular relationship with Mary Jane Watson in the comics, and the movies. 

Now that we have a bases for what exactly sexuality is and how it’s defined, let’s go over Peter’s partners. 

Obviously Peter and Mary Jane are a piece of comic book history. They eventually get married, though sadly, during the events of Civil War II (I think, don’t quote me) Peter and Mary Jane sell their marriage to Mephisto in order to save Aunt May

They later had their memories of their marriage restored, they have yet to get back together and it’s been a few issues if I remember correctly. Next we have Peter’s first, and most unfortunate love, Gwen Stacy. 

They dated in high school where she later died. Of course, Peter has dated other people (namely, Black Cat, Betty Brant, Carol Danvers, Anna Maria, Cindy Moon, Lian Tang, and so on). Since we have his known history of heterosexuality out there, we need to move onto another important part of Peter’s Bi-sexuality. An important implication in any media, especially queer media though, and that is the homoerotic subtext. 

Homoerotic subtext is important part of queer culture, a lot of the time it’s used to portray a characters queerness without saying it out (see: Dorian Gray by Oscar Wild or Great Gatsby By Fitz). In current decade, homoerotic subtext is often used for queer baiting or creating more realistic male friendships. 

So what’s the difference between someone creating a health male friendship (or a character comfortable in their heterosexuality) and implying a character is queer? 

Here are some examples of a healthy male character, both with himself and his friendships.  

Clearly he’s just taking the shit, and messing around with Reed. He’s comfortable enough (or as I like to see it, so traumatized because good god this guy has been Spider-Man since he was 15 good god that’s awful. He probably doesn’t care anymore). Here are some examples of Peter a little more than just a straight man shooting the shit. 

This has three meanings. Two of which I will take, one of which is just deeply embarrassing. Despite Peter’s history with humiliating events, I don’t think he would get his own spunk in his eyes. Leaving the other two options, he has experience getting spunk of - some kind - in his eyes, and/or he’s taking the shit again. Which is very likely. 

Kissing a cop? For....no reason? A little not so hetero of you Peter. 

You can practically hear his disappointment in his voice. Also could be read as taking the shit, but why would you. 

Making out with The Thing? Gay. 

This one is the most important. Peter is clearly tired, annoyed by his teammates (see wolverine being wolverine in the corner). Shits on fire, its mid battle, and Peter has the audacity to mutter “I hate men” to himself. The only people I have every heard say this in that was are lgbt and straight women, and lgbt men. This kind of expression only comes from people who date, or deal with men in a completely different world than straight men. Straight men use this phrase as an endearment, “Oh have you seen Bill today, I hate that guy.” “Man Jerry can do so many push-ups, I hate that guy.” Very different language, and implications (I also, obviously don’t know how straight men speak). 

 Now that we’ve gone over our bases, and homoerotic subtext. How else could we gather that Peter Parker is Bi? There are many tropes in media - queer media - that allure to a characters queerness. Like homoerotic subtext, there are ways to tell an audience something without specifically saying it. 

This is a gay wedding Peter went to in the recent comics. I don’t know if any of you have been to a gay wedding recently, but Peters face (the first panel above the wedding) is the same exact face I made at my first gay wedding. It’s the face of excitement for not only the couple, but for yourself. The hope that maybe, you too can actually be in a same-sex relationship. 

I’m also going to allure to queer tropes as stated previously. Such as the real, and fictional trope of lgbt people sticking together. Thousands of years of belittlement and oppression will make groups of people not want to wonder out, and subconsciously look for others like them. 

Johnny Storm (and Wade Wilson since he comes in later but I couldn’t find a picture of the confirmation) is cannon Bi-sexual (Pan-sexual). 

Their friendship is deeply homoerotic as most queer friendships in media and real life are. Johnny flirts with Peter on many occasions (saying his ideal women is a female version of Peter, inviting him over to watch is sex tape, and so on) and of course oh my god they were roommates. 

Some other popular queer tropes are: Found Family, Soulmates, and Enemies to lovers. Because it’s superhero related, this includes the Identity Porn tag as well.  

Peter Parker and Wade Wilson have a famous Love/Hate relationship. I mean, how could you expect anything less when your first meeting with this known mercenary is him throwing your civilian persona out the window of a car. Now, Wade still doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in the current run of comics, but that doesn’t make anything about them any less gay. 

For the Found Family Trope: 

Because it’s Peter and Wade, their whole development can be read as Enemies to Friends to Lovers, so I wont bother backing that up because, uh, it speaks for itself. One panel really does to add that cause though 

I’m not going to explain what a free-pass list is.

The Soulmates part I know I have to back up. 

For SoulMates:  

Now this panel requires a little explanation. Wade kills Peter, not knowing he’s Spider-Man. Weasel takes over for Peter (they don’t know its him) so no one suspects he’s dead. Deadpool begins to feel guilty he killed his best buds best bud, so he tries to bring Peter back to life. Losing his stunning good looks (switching back to how he looked before Weapon X making his wife Shiklah estranged (then she married Dracula but thats beside the point)). Spider-Man is Peter’s “true self” or patronus for Harry Potter fans. Wade is stupid and hasn’t connected the dots yet, effectively making him the biggest simp in history. Seriously, who destroys their marriage for the c h a n c e for getting some with their idol? A Simp, that’s who.

Peter forgives Wade for killing him (and for saving him from killing their genetic daughter itsy-bitsy). If someone killed me they better be hot as fuck before I even thing about forgiving them. Ignoring Peter’s super sexy forgiving nature, uh, he’s kinda simping. 

Died in each others arms. Nothing else is needed. 

They’re heartmates. From what I read, the feeling has to be mutual in order for it to work. The witches (long story, comics are hard to explain) that captured deadpool were expecting his wife so they could get the headmistress back. Instead, they got Peter. Basically Heartmates = soulmates but chosen for you instead of chosen by you. 

To conclude my point: 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

[f4johnnystorm]

"I seriously don't remember buying a ring or going off and actually getting married. Like where would we even do that? Did we get married by an Elvis impersonator? Where's the paperwork? We need certificate right? That's how marriage works, I think." He huffed and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment before glancing over at Cordelia whom now he noticed was completely topless. "What do you think, Tits McGee? You think we're actually married or did we just get drunk and pop off to a jewelry store?

He chuckled and shook his head. "I could pick out a ring like that! Jesus, now I'm highly offended. I have taste, Cordie." When she moved the blanket and asked him to hop under the covers with her, he chuckled again but didn't waste a minute doing as he was asked.

"My head is still splitting. I've been drunk before but this is like next level..." He was staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head, replaying the night's events over and over again in his head. "I mean we could ask Reed to run a blood test. I mean it's gonna be kinda embarrassing letting them know what happened but maybe we were taken advantage of or something? Fuck if I know."

A loud belch came from his bed partner and Johnny cringed. "Ugh. Gross. Yeah there is no way I woulda married you. I like my ladies classy!" He looked over and shook his head disapprovingly but had a smirk on his face. He couldn't help but grin wider when she said that she wasn't disappointed that she married him. It was kinda sweet, actually ... until she made the comment about Cap.

"Oh! I am sick of hearing about him! He's so overrated. Just because what? He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a great ass? Guess who else has all that and a fucking awesome sense of humor?" He tapped his chest. "This guy right here."

Now Cordelia was a relative ‘normie’ on the scale of average human being to omnipotent powers. It struck her just now that if both she and Johnny were KO’d by this booze, it had a little more than a possible trace of a worm in its contents.

The thought, however, left her mind immediately when Johnny kept talking. “I wouldn’t joke about this, Firecracker.” At long last, she sat up and opened her eyes. Hawkeye was naked, save the new ring on her finger, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She and the Human Torch had been friends with benefits for a while now, so even in this state, she didn’t cover herself with anything.

It in the moments afterward that she finally glanced at the ring. She’d seen enough fake and real stones to know the difference and this…this was a real solitaire diamond. On a delicate gold band. “I must have had some input,” she thought aloud, showing him the ring again. “Your taste is not this good.” Even a small quirk of her brow hurt her head, so she had to lay back down.

“At least get in here,” she murmured softly while moving a second soft pillow from under her arm to the other side of the bed. “Cause we clearly need to recover some more…” She remembered now. “…and maybe see about a blood test cause there is no way both you and I get this blitzed and there’s not some shenanigans behind it.”

A loud belch suddenly emanated from the archer and she couldn’t help but laugh. But not too hard, she soon was reminded, or else the headache would cause her even more grief. “Hey,” she called over to him. “If I have to get completely sloshed and marry a superhero drunk out of my mind, you’re a pretty fine choice, Johnny Storm.” Cordelia closed her eyes. “Not like, S-tier Steve Rogers level, but still really good.”

The laughter that followed was the first time something didn’t hurt her head that day.

[jackoshadows]

Do you know what the first Jon/Arya theory post was? Is there a link to it? Did not know who else to ask, love your blog!

Sorry to disappoint, but no.

Jon/Arya theory posts have been around since forever on sites like Westeros.org. There's always been resistance to it because a) Incest ship b) Arya is so young c) the tendency to not see Arya as having a romantic arc compared to Sansa d) Arya being reduced to psychopathic, damaged killer who will die and end up in Nymeria blah blah... etc.

But Jon/Arya also gained traction after ADwD considering the important role Arya plays in Jon’s storyline.

For example this was a 2014 Jon x Arya discussion thread before OG outline got leaked...

https://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/topic/105392-jon-and-arya/

I was around on Westeros.org, when the OG outline was leaked and I remembered it was a time of great catharsis for especially two groups of readers/theorists - those who predicted Jonrya, and those who maintained that Sansa was secondary to characters like Jon, Dany, Tyrion and Arya.

The OG outline seemed to confirm those two speculations. Even if GRRM has now changed his story, Jonrya fans were not reading it wrong when George wrote book one with Jon x Arya in mind.

And then there was the con at which a Jonrya shipper more or less badgered GRRM about it 😂 and his answers made some shippers despondent. I was in the Jonrya group that the shipper privately messaged later on - she was indeed sad, but also she was going to continue shipping them and be hopeful.

So anyways, here are some metas/theories on Jonrya:

By IceTurtle:

Jon & Arya - hints and overall significance of their relationship: Part I

Jon & Arya - hints and overall significance of their relationship: Part II

Jon & Arya - hints and overall significance of their relationship: Part III

Ashotofjac's meta about Jon and Arya

And even though there is a lot of resistance still to Jonarya on Westeros.org, I will always enjoy the casual readers there thrashing the Jonsa shippers anytime they spout Jonsa nonsense. If you want some entertainment, check out this thread,

https://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/topic/157502-arya-jon-and-arya-still-endgame/#comments

where a poster wants to discuss Jon/Arya, there is some debate about Jonrya vs Gendrya and as usual the thread soon gets invaded by tumblr Jonsa shippers like Elegant Woes and Rose of Red lake. Hilariously Rose of the Red Lake pretends to be just a casual reader who thinks that Jonsa maybe possible. Keep in mind that I think it was Rose of Red Lake who made up the entire nauseating Political Jon theory!

Response:

Rose of Red Lake:

Response:

And it goes on and on. I was pretty much Michael Jackson eating popcorn.gif reading that thread lol. Seriously, read the whole thread, especially the Sweetsunray Vs Rose of the Red Lake comments on pages 5,6 and 7.

Rose of Red Lake tries to rewrite Jon Snow's story as revolving around Sansa and gets absolutely thrashed by Sweetsunray

These Jonsa/Sansa stans pretending to be Jon Snow fans and rewriting his story got shown the door by casual book readers. And that's why they hang around here in their tumblr echo chamber. On tumblr, they can keep manipulating the text and writing total nonsense and get away with it.

Also this was in the TWoW discussion thread...

Ghost Jon is going to the Vale you guys! Forget the trauma that comes with death and resurrection and him being a possible wight and the North and Winterfell and mutiny at the wall and all that. Jon’s story is in the vale....

Oh and also Shadrich is Howland Reed...

[katatonicimpression]

Marauders #27

This was somehow a culmination of all the bad things in the series but also the best things....? I'll explain.

The bad:

1. Lourdes:

The horses are back. I literally said "fuck you" out loud when I saw them.

More seriously. Look at this dialogue. What does Lourdes' education have to do with anything? She was an accomplished, fully grown businesswoman in her own ri-

Oh.

So Duggan's retconned Lourdes' career to make her only be successful after Emma helped her. Wow. Such feminism.

2. Sebastian:

This is pretty bad you guys. I think this insert sums it up.

What we see here more of the same character assassination we've seen the whole time. More cartoonish sexism. There are a few flashes of good character writing - yes, he would conceptualise government as corporations and see that as a positive thing. And the email about Shinobi is genuinely fun.

Likewise this is funny. "Will somebody please take this child away from me."

But in general, duggan has a really poor grasp on this character and the whole lourdes retcon is just uncomfortable. You want to root against the abuser, but you also don't accept that he did abuse her because it was so poorly written. And it's not like duggan!lourdes has any unique charm that makes you care about her, sorry.

Oh and this panel. Duggan's fem dom fixation strikes again. Honestly, out of context it's a pretty apt Shaw panel.

3. Bobby:

Jesus this was lazy. I'll rant about this separately at some point but at the moment just let the record state that I'm unhappy with it.

The surprisingly great:

4. Pyro and Bishop:

So this is what duggan had been going for.

This is a really fun action scene and the comedy really works? He builds on the joke, the line about the novels, the twist that pyro didn't make this up, the gag about jumping off the side. It's really good and it makes you wonder what this series could have been like if they'd achieved this energy all the way through.

I also appreciate pyro doing something more with his powers than just shooting things with a flame-thrower.

The meh:

5. Christian:

So this ties into the Bobby thing. He just rocks up and says he's leaving. For Christian himself, this isn't a problem as he's a less important character.

But what is this? Oh, is he resolving his issues with his relationship with his dad? Dealing with past abuse? If so, this is LITERALLY the first time this has come up the entire series.

Also he doesn't actually need a mutant name. Loads of them don't have one. That's not a problem to be fixed. It's fine.

6. Kate:

This is a petty thing but... Kate's looking for technical solutions to her gate problem. She commits some light treason to do so (bringing in Reed Richards and sharing krakoan tech with him). I bring it up because this kind of misses the point.

Kate not being able to use the gates isn't (or shouldn't be) a very literal, technical in-universe obstacle. It's an emotional conflict. Any changes (any progress in finding a solution) should come with a character beat. And this didn't.

On the plus side, I liked her, Emma and Lourdes on the boat. Like with the Bishop and pyro stuff before, it feels like a more fully realised version of the team dynamic. Also this is the first time Duggan's pulled off the alcohol joke effectively imo. It's funny, it's got a good rhythm to it. I enjoyed it.

7. Callisto, Masque etc:

This neatly tied things up I guess.... I just didn't care about that evil child. Similarly to the Lourdes thing, the retcon is so badly conceived AND implemented that I was just never on board for this story line.

Closing thoughts:

Wow this series was a disappointment you guys.

Like, really bad idk what to tell you.

Terrible, cheap attempts at girl-power that just circle back around to feeling sexist again

Pointless bad retcons that improve nothing

Routinely undermining any narrative tension

Poor pacing and plotting

Ignoring and/or erasing the canon abuse of queer male characters.

Straight-washing queer male characters.

Sidelining the gay man from the team antics because only the two "straight" dudes can have banter

Sidelining the Black characters in favour of retconning in sympathetic backstories for villainous white women

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OK I'll stop but just because I'll be here all day.

I don't want to make this into something it's not. The series had a lot of really good ideas and, to be fair, a lot of the more pernicious things I mentioned aren't immediately obvious. They're also, if I'm being completely honest, milder in reality than what it sounds like when I list it like that.

All in all, there are things that Duggan's Marauders did that I liked, but I'm really glad it's over. Hopefully, the reshuffling will work out well for these characters.

But I'm not holding my breath.