#seriously though this would explain why every single time i think i have a hold of a gender identity that fits me

[harpdoodles]

YALL

My gender is literally Rickrolling

This honestly would explain so much 💀

Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

[aryxchse]

First of all... 🎉SO SO GLAD TO HAVE MY DELIGHT BACK!~ -I literally missed you🥺-

There has been lots of things I wanted hear your take on about. So I am pulling up my 'gotta share with my Delight' folder. And the first one I remembered is about when I was watching one of my obsession cartoon. There was this swimming competition scene and gUeSs WhO dId I tHoUgHt AbOuT?🤗🤭

-uh i know it's impossible to guess😒-

PERCY JACKSON -fangirl screams as if she is getting murdered🫠-

Headcannons or Blurb doesn't matter. Reader supporting him. Telling him to slow down or catch back up to help confused son of Posiedon.

Like that scene in Incredibles. Confused Percy trying to understand whether he should slow down because he is way to good or catch back up because he slowed down to much. Reader being supportive jumping and cheering while trying to hold her laughs because of how confused he is.

And then Percy comes out winning -duh-. Looking perfect after being in his element -🧎🏻‍♀️-

And ADORABLE celebration. Hugging, twirling fluffy stuff.

P.S.: Sorry I was keep getting lost at imagining it didn't know how to put into the words. I hope I am making sense. Very excited for your take on this one!

💋

winner takes it all. / percy jackson x female! reader.

a / n : oh my gods hi, im back 🤭

warnings : cursing and let me know if there's another

you were more excited than your boyfriend.

it was percy's one of important swimming competitions, and you were obviously there to watch it. you didn't had any doubts on your boyfriend winning, and it should be boring for you to watch him win his every single game at this point, but you can't help it. it makes you feel like a normal teenager again, watching your normal -totally not the son of poseidon- boyfriend doing his best to win his match.

before the game starts, you find him to have some chit-chat. little motivations that you're sure he doesn't need but loves it anyway. but then, you hear two guys speaking. you're not the type to eavesdrop on someone unless you're on some quest, but this was different. because even the first sentence made your blood boil.

"that jackson thinks he's some type of god," one of the boys scoffed. "there wasn't anyone professional enough to beat him, that's why. watch me carefully, because im gonna beat him so bad that he'll walk with shame." and two of them started laughing like they're some type of cartoon villians.

you leaved the changing room angrily but quietly, trying to find percy. he was on the bench with sally and paul, laughing about something estelle said. you smiled, seeing him so sure about himself made you calm.

"hey," you said, approaching to them. as percy's attention focused on you, sally and paul let you talk in private, giving their attention to poseidon. yes, he was here. he comes watching every match of percy's.

percy smile got wider. "hi sweetheart, i was wondering where you were." he said. "where were you, really?"

you shrugged, hugging him. "looking for you." you explained, not fully a lie but not the truth either. "so, what are your plans for today's match?"

percy paused to think for a second. "what do you say? im winning all the time, should i lose? oohh, that would make a huge scandal!" he said excitedly, smiling. you mirrored his expression, getting serious the next moment.

"no, you have to win this one."

your serious expression and even more serious tone made percy serious too. his smile dissapeared and he made a focused face, like he's talking to his coach, not his girlfriend. and you like that he take this seriously.

"why?" he asked, even though he was already ready to do what you say.

"because your rivals are shitty persons who thinks you're not good enough, just your previous opponents were bad." you explained. "i.. kinda heard them while i was looking for you in the change room."

percy gave you his famous smirk. "yeah? i'm becoming a bad influence for you, really. usually im the one who does the mischief."

you hit his arm playfully, but laughing. "hey! my intentions weren't bad, i was really looking for you. and im glad i heard them!"

percy laughed along with you. "so, what's the plan ma'am? should i go with the easy win, or?"

"the hard win." you smirked, pulling him close to you so that you could tell the plan.

🏊🏻‍♂️

as the game start, you cheered for percy, even though he wasn't going to hear you.

the plan was simple, he was going to give that fucker what he wanted until the last moment, that's why poseidon cursed when he saw percy got behind him.

"like he can't win!" he yelled, holding his head. sally put a hand on his shoulder to calm him, and it worked instantly.

the guy was about to win when percy suddenly speed up, passing him with no effort. the guy was so confused that he had to stop in the middle of the swimming, already losing his balance.

you screamed happily when percy got out of the water, and they announced that he was the winner. poseidon sighed, smiling and cheering for his son as well.

you went down to hug him, not caring if he or the floor was wet. sally and the others were behind you, following right after.

"percy!" you called, jumping his arms. you could already see the other boy walking to the eliminated place with full of shame, and you smirked with pleasure.

"did i do good?" he asked you, spinning you around with the medal on his neck. he took off the bonnet, shaking his head and making his hair fall to his face. it was a sight to watch, really.

"you did amazing!" you kissed his forehead, still in his arms. poseidon immediatly hugged him, or technically hugged you both, and cheered for his son. "that's my boy!"

percy had to put you down eventually to hug his family, but never once he took his eyes off of you.

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

The Big Question on Blitzo

Yeah, I forgot to put this in my last post so I'll put it here. You see, everyone goes on and on and on about how Blitzo needs the grimoire to do his business and just the grimoire and Stolas holds it over his head. Now, what Stolas does is despicable but there's something else that I hardly hear anyone else mention. The most buzz about the matter to any capacity that we got was soon after Unhappy Campers aired.

I made an anonymous ask before about why Blitzo doesn't try escaping from Stolas and yeah, getting an explanation from another commenter, it made me embarrassed that I even asked. Like I asked something so incredibly obvious and I legit needed someone to spell it out. But there's still the other thing I was wondering that, as far as I know, hasn't been answered.

Why the fuck were the Asmodean crystals not a thing at the start?

I mean, yeah, Viv isn't good at writing, but that's the out-of-universe reason. In universe, though... we got nothing.

Seriously, there's so many instances where Viv and the other writers don't put in even some throwaway lines as an explanation for shit. Maybe they'll explain this but that's a very strong maybe. Because at this point, my expectations are so lowered that I know that I have to stop hoping for things that I want to see. Like how I hoped the Ozzie and Fizz mid season special would show us how those two met and got closer, only to get Daddy Issues number 5 or something.

But anyways, Unhappy Campers showed that the crystals are better than the grimoire in every single way. More portable, more abundant, doesn't require reading the spells or anything, just need a touch of the button or something, imps are apparently allowed to have them if Barbie is any indication, they even readily provide human disguises. Really, it's the whole shebang.

So really, in universe, what reason is there for Blitzo to not have a crystal from the start? Why did Blitzo think it was more worth it or at least less trouble to go out of his way to break into a demonic prince's home and steal something that said prince WILL eventually notice is missing, if only because of the Harvest Moon Festival? What reason is there for Moxxie or Millie or even Loona to not have any crystals themselves?

Maybe Blitzo lost all legal permission to use crystals and is blacklisted or something. Maybe there's a very specific and exact process to make it okay to own and use a crystal and Blitzo doesn't have the patience and/or time, not if he wants to survive NOW. Maybe there's something in the crystals that let higher-ups know that they're being used illegally so Blitzo and the others can't just mug a succubus or incubus or their crystals. Maybe Loona is too young and then too lazy to bother, especially since she's not let out into the field by her dad. Maybe Moxxie just cared about getting away from his father and took the chance to leave, having no time to really get anything from his home to make surviving and getting by easier, including any Asmodean crystals. Maybe Millie is influenced by her parents who have pride in thinking more with fists than with actual brains so it never occurred to her to get any crystals.

Then again, it's not good writing if I have to guess or speculate all the reasons why Blitzo and anyone else in I.M.P. don't have a better version of the grimoire. And this is a super fucking important question, why don't they have any crystals right from the get go?

Apparently, Viv and the other writers want to make it that Blitzo has a messy, complex affair with Stolas because the owl has something that the former is interested in and needs to secure having it. If that's what they want to do, then obviously, they can do that. Except if they're going to include something that ultimately makes the grimoire worthless in the grand scheme of things, then we NEED an explanation for why things are the way they are. And as far as I know, Viv and no one else on the writing team even said why on twitter or a youtube livestream so we don't have an answer both in the show and outside of it

Really, as long as Blitzo is still going to rob a demon prince and take something that the absence of WILL be noticed eventually, then it's only natural that he suffers for it in some shape or form. It's stupid for him to expect getting away with it, especially if he's going to, for whatever fucking reason, think that it's better to do that than to just take some damn crystals from some ordinary succubi and/or incubi. Considering how Blitzo doesn't deserve the sexual coercion and really could never have seen it coming, though, I guess I just wish the writers could have made him suffer different consequences for his poorly thought-out plan

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: Coast

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x black!reader

Summary: You are an aspiring music artist who is sharing an apartment with Hailee. You both attend a party where Hailee is hosting it and you notice she invited Jeremy, your celebrity crush, to the party.

Inspired by: Coast by Hailee Steinfeld ft. Anderson Paak.

Word count: 2.2k words

Warnings: Language, fluff, implied sexual content.

Author's note: You have social anxiety and you aren't really used to parties, just to let you know.

2nd person POV:

You were sitting in your bedroom, writing some lyrics for your second album that you were going to announce at the next award show. Your first one was a huge success, making you win Best Newcomer at the MTV Music Awards.

Just then, your friend Hailee came into your bedroom wearing a beautiful purple dress with her hair down to her shoulders. She closed the door behind her and looked at you in confusion.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing?” She asked you, putting on one of her earrings in her ear.

“What do you mean? I’m staying in tonight.” You responded.

“No, you’re not. We are going to a party.”

“Why?”

“Because this will be your first celebrity party and I’m hosting it. Also, you’re my best friend.” Hailee explained.

“Not a good enough reason.” You simply said as you looked back down at your notebook.

Hailee just sighed. ‘Well, time to bring out the big guns…’ She thought to herself.

She cleared her throat as she went over to your wardrobe and began to say, “He’ll be there.”

You looked up instantly. You knew exactly who she was on about. 

Her co-star and your celebrity crush. Jeremy Renner.

“Wait seriously? Did you invite him? Please don’t tell me you’re lying. You did that last time.” You said to her. 

“I know I did it last time, but this time I’m telling the truth Y/n. He’s going to be there.” Hailee replied, holding up a red dress that you owed. She threw it to the floor and continued to browse through your clothes.

“Hailee… You know we met on my first music video and he agreed to be my backup dancer for Best Behaviour. He probably won’t remember me.” 

Hailee then stopped in her tracks. She turned around and walked towards you. She then took your notepad and pen out of your hand and placed them besides you.

“Don’t. You’re doing it again.”

“I’m doing what again?”

“Doubting yourself. I think, by the end of the night, he will ask you to do a duet or something. And maybe something more…” Hailee wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, winking at you before going back to your wardrobe.

You just laughed at her predictions.

“Yeah. Right. I would rather not go and embarrass myself again, thanks.” You chucked silently, shaking your head.

“Oh come on Y/n!”

You sigh as you look up yet again.

“You’re not going to leave it alone until I say yes, aren’t you?”

“What do you think?” Hailee turned her head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. You decided to admit defeat, putting your head in your hands.

“Fine. But I don’t have anything nice to wear though.”

Hailee chuckled. “And that’s why you have me as your best friend. You can borrow one of my dresses.”

“Really? Thanks, Hailee.”

“Anything for my best friend.”

➽─────────❥

Later on, you both arrived at the party. You were wearing a short dark teal-coloured dress with leather lace-up white boots. You also had your y/h/c afro-textured hair, up in a bun. Hailee insisted on you wearing contact lenses, but you disagreed; mentioning that you wear them every single day for music videos, photoshoots and interviews.

Hailee left your side to become the host of her party and you went straight to the bar. You weren’t used to going to parties. Especially to the celebrity ones, in which you know everyone there. 

Speaking of, where was Jeremy, you thought to yourself. Hailee did specify that your celebrity crush was going to be here. You didn’t know what he was going to wear. Possibly not a suit and tie. It wasn’t that kind of party.

You decided to order a lemonade; you didn’t drink as you didn’t trust yourself with alcohol. Just then, as your back was turned, you heard a very familiar voice.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” 

You slowly turn around, sipping your lemonade through a straw and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

It was him. Standing in front of you. 

He was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, a black leather jacket, denim jeans and white lace-up trainers. 

Thank God you didn’t have to go up to him and say hi yourself. That would’ve been bad for your social anxiety.

“Jeremy! I can’t believe it’s you!” You said to him, as calmly as you could without freaking the fuck out. You already met him but he was still your celebrity crush.

Were you dreaming or something?

“It’s been a while.” He chuckled. “This isn’t your scene?” He asked you, gesturing towards the people dancing in front of them. 

How the hell did he know that? Were you the only awkward person there?

“Yeah, no. It’s not. I’m more of a staying-in kind of person.” You confessed, laughing awkwardly.

“Hmm.. same here,” Jeremy replied.

You weren’t surprised. He was more of a private than a public person than his co-star and your best friend, Hailee. 

“So, why are you here exactly?” You asked him, continuing to sip your drink.

“Oh, well Hailee told me you were here and I had to come, you know?” Jeremy explained. “Your cover of ‘What I’ve Done’ was amazing. Rock songs fit your style.”

“Oh thank you. That’s amazing, coming from you. You’re a great singer as well.” You blushed. 

“Thank you. Barely anyone listens to my songs though…” Jeremy mumbled.

“Well I do, that’s something, right? I bet a lot of people do!” You reassured him, placing your empty glass down.

Jeremy just smiled at you as he drank from his glass.

“You know… I would love to do a duet with you someday, instead of you being my backup dancer in a music video.” You managed to get the courage to ask him. He would probably say no, but it was worth a try, right?

“I would love to do that too. I did promise Hailee a duet as well.” He chuckled.

You remembered that interview where they were both asked who the better singer was. And that was when the interviewer mentioned them doing a duet at some point. 

“Oh yeah… she did mention that to me as well. We are kinda best friends. Ever since she did the first season of Dickinson. We met on the set and I was a makeup artist on there.”

“Wait, a makeup artist? You know how to do makeup?”

“Yeah… you were kind of my inspiration for doing makeup.” You blushed even more and ordered another drink, trying not to make eye contact with Jeremy.

Jeremy just smiled and laughed.

“Really? That’s good to hear! Anyways, do you want to dance, or is that not your thing either?” Jeremy asked you.

“No, no! I love dancing, don’t worry!” You laughed. “I would love to dance with you.”

As Jeremy held his hand out for you to take, you put your drink down and chuckled. You notice Hailee staring at you and Jeremy. She gave a thumbs up to you and you shrugged your shoulders, laughing back at her.

Hailee got the DJ to play your song Best Behaviour as you and Jeremy made it to the dancefloor.

You chuckled embarrassingly but you started to move your hips to the music, throwing your hands in the air.

As you got into the song, you started to sing and you made eye contact with Jeremy, who was also dancing. You had dance lessons recently and you made him impressed with your dancing.

“You’re a good dancer!” Jeremy shouted over the music.

“Thanks!” You shouted back.

You then weren’t expecting Jeremy to carefully touch your hips and move simultaneously with yours. You weren’t uncomfortable with it at all. Well, you were as if he was your crush, but he has done it before.

The eye contact between the two of you was inseparable. Your y/e/c eyes were gazing into his grey ones. Or were they green? 

Blue? 

You couldn’t tell to be honest.

“You wanna get out of here?”Jeremy asked you, his mouth near your ear. You flushed as your cheeks went red. “Is that a yes or a no?” He added on. You saw his smirk as you chuckled.

“Why would I say no to that?” You responded. ➽─────────❥

Back at his place, Jeremy was looking at you as he came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You didn’t mind if he had a shower once you both got back to his house.

You sat on the sofa, watching some TV whilst you wait for him. After a moment, you paused your show and looked up to see him staring at you. You just looked at the TV again and pressed play on the show again...

"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?" You asked him.

"Just.. wondering what you're doing?" He replied, crossing his arms.

"You didn't hear me screaming and shouting whilst you were in the bathroom? I was watching a fight on my favourite TV show."

"Sounded like something else to me..."

You looked up to see him in only a towel. You hesitated a little bit as you saw his body. His dad-bod was fully showing but you could tell he was training for Hawkeye. You didn't notice that you were staring at him with such a cute face, according to Jeremy at least.

"Stop doing that with your face, someone else might snatch you up," Jeremy mumbled.

"What am I doing with my face? And… 'someone else'? I'm not yours, you know?"

"You know damn well what you’re doing and well not yet anyways..." Jeremy mumbled to himself; you didn't hear the second part of what he said. 

He then cleared his throat as he continued to say, "Anyways, the bathroom is free for you to use. If you need it of course."

You hummed and nodded your head in acknowledgement as you got up and went into the bathroom.

You asked Jeremy if you could have a bath beforehand. And he agreed, of course.

After a while, you went to have a bubbly bath, spending about an hour in it. You got out of the bath eventually and wrapped a towel around your y/s/c body. You then stepped out of the bathroom and you instantly saw Jeremy lying on the bed in his boxers, reading a comic book.

Was he teasing you?

"Did you enjoy your bath?" He didn't even look up as he asked that, still reading his comic book.

"I did. Just.. going to get my clothes from my suitcase." You replied. Hailee managed to pack you a bag with spare clothing and stuff, just in case you did stay at Jeremy’s. You went over to the bag and got some pyjamas from it. It was a tank top and shorts that were purple and black. You took the towel off and started to put them on.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he quickly looked up to see you naked, but respectfully looked down. 

"Are you seriously dressing in front of me?" Jeremy asked you, hiding his face behind the comic book.

"I can't be bothered to go back to the bathroom, just to get changed." You replied.

"Then why didn't you take your clothes into the bathroom then?" Jeremy pondered.

"And get my clothes wet? No thanks."

"Do you want some privacy or something?" He looked up to see you topless. You already had your shorts on and were putting your tank top on.

"I don't mind. If it makes you uncomfortable, then you can leave the room..." 

You blushed as you realised Jeremy was looking at you whilst you were half-naked. 

“Could you not? I’m half-naked!” You exhaled slowly and heavily.

“Not my fault. You’re the one that is in front of me, getting dressed.” He answered.

“Wh – what? Jeremy, this is serious!" You sighed.

“And I’m being serious as well.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you put on your tank top. You then looked at the obvious tent in his boxers. You looked away quite quickly, so he wouldn’t notice.

But it was too late.

He noticed.

You watched with your y/e/c eyes as he put down his comic book and got up from his bed. You slowly got up from your kneeling position as you faced Jeremy. 

He slowly walked towards you. He then stopped you from getting up. You kept the kneel position from before, realizing that your face was quite near his dick.

“It’s hot when you talk back, you know that?”Jeremy said with a growl in his voice. He then went to grab your hair softly, making you stand up to look at his face. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

You couldn’t talk as he then placed a hand underneath your chin.

He noticed you stammering and stuttering every word that was trying to get out of your mouth.

He just chuckled softly.

“It’s okay baby. “ You shuddered at the nickname. “I like you staring at me. Now… What are we going to do about this beautiful face, huh?” He stroked your face with his left hand, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

You looked at him, with such lust in your eyes.

“Anything you want…” You whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Unfortunately, he did.

“Anything I want, darling?” A Southern twang was heard in his accent; a twang you thought was so attractive and sexy. That was what you loved about him.

All you did was nod, biting your lip.

[peakdeer]

Ello! :D your post intrigued me and I’ve had this hc rattling around in my brain since Witchcraft smp started and I’ve wanted to share but I’ve never had the opportunity.

Ok here it goes. When Scott did the magic thing to try to bring the person he want to back back from the dead it summoned Lady Death (which is Mumza cause she is literally death and I hold her in a vice grip). This ruffles her feathers quite a lot and she starts going oof at him, saying how foolish he is for trying to bring someone back from the dead and such. He then explains to her is his reason to why he did it and beg her to bring his love back. Though it is still a foolish endeavor, her heart is softened by his pleas due to her understanding his pain but can’t just bring people back to life; however she does give him the ability to perform the magic needed to back his love back from the dead. In exchange however, Scott has to give a piece of his soul to her and when he dies his soul is forfeit. He accepts and after a very painful handshake she give him the power of necromancy. This left him with stark white hair also she straight up took a piece of his soul and dipped. He later dyed it black cause it gave him a bad feeling but when he does really powerful magic it will turn a lock of his hair white. I have a n e e d to give every single one of my Scott designs a lock of white. Idk why I just think it looks cool :3

Sorry for the block of text, I am quite excited

Scott wasn’t sure how he’d messed up the spell. It was supposed to bring him back—not whoever this woman with the black hair and the fancy hat and the long dress was. He kind of wished he could send her back now—she’d started ranting at him the instant she appeared, and she hadn’t stopped since.

It wasn’t like it was anything new. It was the same thing he’d heard from the townsfolk in his old village, and the same thing he’d heard from everyone else who knew what he was trying to do. “You can’t bring some one back from the dead, Scott! That’s wrong! You’re upsetting the balance, Scott! You’re so selfish, Scott, dragging them back! That’s weird. You’re creepy. Everyone else who did that suffered worse. What, do you think you’re better than them, Scott?”

And you know what? Scott didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore! None of it mattered!

He just wanted him back.

At least he’d done something right to summon this… woman? She had wings, actually, now that he noticed. Perhaps she was an avian?

Oh well. He flipped through his book, trying to find out how to send her away. Her stature left him feeling dwarfed, and he hated feeling small. He also hated being scolded like he was a child.

If only his stupid book would tell him how to get rid of her!

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” The woman’s voice was clipped, clearly annoyed. Scott glanced up at her once before turning back to his book. He needed to send her away now—

“I said—“ a cold presence strayed his throat, stealing his breath. His eyes darted to the woman—she was clearly more than an avian, more powerful than him even. He—he wasn’t sure if he could send her away. “Are you listening?”

“I am now.” Scott snapped, though it sounded more whiny than he’d meant it to, as if he were a little child being scolded by his mother again.

“What are you doing? You’ve got a circle and everything, do you know how dangerous those are? You could bring back something a whole lot worse than me—” She ranted, waving her arms as if to illustrate her point.

“I’m trying to bring someone back, obviously.” Scott answered her, annoyed. Clearly she already knew what he was doing, so why waste her words? He didn’t regret it. Not at all. Not when it could bring him back.

“You shouldn’t. Life and death is something to be taken very seriously, not with this callous sort of carelessness you’re giving it. Those who die do so in their time, and those who live do so in their time.” She sighed, her eyes piercing into his soul. “People can be brought back,” She admitted guardedly. “At great cost—with the disruption of the balance. It’s not smart, though—you’re still young, you still have life left. When you die, you’ll be reunited. But isn’t it worth it to live, even without him? To have your time above the surface?” She beseeched him.

“I know that. I know—I do!  I’ve heard it all before. But I can’t—I have to bring him back! I have to. I can’t… I can’t live without him.” Scott’s calm voice was quickly falling apart, his vulnerabilities laid more plain than he’d ever cared to have them be before—more than he’d ever even let him see.

“If you know, then why are you asking?” Her face looked hard as stone before she sighed, and the sharp lines of her face softening. “No, I know why. I can’t, though. Well, I could—but I won’t. There is more at work than you understand, little mortal.” Her tone was soft, but the hard truth in it hurt. He couldn’t give him up. Not yet! He’d barely even tried yet!

“Please. You’re clearly affiliated with death—couldn’t you help me?” He pleaded, all his dignity left to rot in the wake of this one chance, this one person who could bring him back when Scott couldn’t.

“I’d love to help you—I would—it’s not like I’ve never done it before—but that’s not how life is supposed to work. It throws off the balance, and doing it once was quite enough. I can’t risk any more.”

His eyes are wide and pleading, the absence of anything but desperation—a human brought to their last reserves, and, if she was reading his trembling correctly, to his knees also. Pity bloomed in her heart for the small, sniveling creature before her. She’d always been too soft on the mortals.

“…I suppose I could do something. But—no—don’t look at me like that. I can’t do it. That would destroy the balance. But… you could. For a price.”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning the human. This wasn’t smart—giving power over death to a mortal? It was unheard of, and decidedly stupid.

But it could work.

And wasn’t she willing? He’d keep trying even if she said no, anyway, and it’s not like she could (or would) take him before his time.

“I don’t give power freely, and I give favours even less so. Had you not managed to summon me, I never would have done this. Nevertheless—I can give you the power to bring things back from the dead, and to kill them again. It will take practice. Control. Effort. It will take more from you than it gives, and every spell will come at a price. But, one day—one day it can bring him back. If it does depends on you, and how far you’re willing to go. Would you risk that—for him? Would you accept that?” She extended the offer cautiously, eyes searching his expression for any sort of greed. She found none.

The human straightened. He still looked shaky—still looked afraid—still looked hopeless. But he was trying, bless his little heart, to look brave. His expression was determined, resolute; his mind already made up. “Yes,” He agreed, his voice clearly shivering but strong enough to be sure.

“Good, because there’s more. I don’t only have to worry about the balance—the other gods would have a fit if they found out, and I can’t have that, not after… Well, you don’t need to know. I have to make this look like I need you—and for that, I need your soul.”

“You need… my soul.” The mortal spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the words.

“Yes. Just a piece—though it’ll all be mine when you die—relax, I’m not a bad goddess. You’ll be fine. You don’t have to take the deal, though—only if you want the power. Only if you want him back that much.” He seemed to take her words as a challenge, as if she were accusing him of not caring enough. Whatever reservation he had left vanished, and his face set into hard lines.

“Yes. Yes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.” His voice was made of the same steel, his decision set. He would not be changing his mind anytime soon. And if he did—when he did—it would be too late.

“Then take my hand.” She stretched it out almost nonchalantly, her fingers hanging daintily in the air, dangling as if moved by an invisible wind. After all—some of the most dangerous things could be the most beautiful, the most inviting.

The mortal reached his hand out, and took it—a mistake, but one she could forgive. Wouldn’t she have done the same thing?

She saw the moment it hit him, the dark power racing up his hand, into his bloodstream, towards his head. Always towards the head, and then the heart. It was a gift, not a curse, though you might call it one. Curses went for the heart first.

She watched him fall, the power all too much for his small, sensitive little body, and unable to cope with that little something extra—his debt.

That little piece of soul.

She was sure, as she watched him shiver and convulse, that she’d take good care of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Scott heaved himself up off the floor, clutching his hand to his chest. Not that it mattered—the pain was in his whole body, equally miserable everywhere. He staggered around the room before his fingers hit the wall, which he gratefully leaned on for balance.

He glanced around, perplexed to see that the Death Goddess was no longer here. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised—deities go as they please, and she’d already gotten what she wanted.

But he had also gotten what he wanted. Or, almost. He had to learn how to, but… he could bring him back. He could! He just had to…

He stormed out of the room in a fury, ignoring the raging pain that caused. He had to get started, had to start studying—he wanted him back as soon as possible. He’d figure out how to do it, and nothing, nothing would stop him.

He nearly walked right past the mirror before he noticed it. Just a flash in his peripheral vision—something white?

He turned, looking at the mirror with a perplexed expression. His reflection looked back at him with the same expression, the same pale-set face and long robes, the same green eyes and… black…

Why was part of his hair white?

He hurried to the mirror, his hand already reaching up and tugging at it. Why was his hair white? His hair was black, and he was still young. None of it should be white!

Had he spilled something on it? Maybe cast a wrong spell? Perhaps—

A wrong spell.

Scott gasped a little, his hand falling to his mouth.

She’d done this. She’d left him a little mark, just enough to remind him of this deal and what he’d agreed to.

Just enough to haunt him.

He stood there staring for a long time until he moved.

He didn’t have time for this. He finally had the power to bring him back and he wasn’t going to waste it on something this silly.

He shot his reflection a dark look as he walked away. He’d just have to dye his hair back later.

The color didn’t match at all.

And if he was honest… it unnerved him. He hated owing people things; it made him feel vulnerable.

And he owed Death herself his soul.

Perhaps he hadn’t thought this through.

No matter—it would all be worth it when Scott got him back.

[kquil]

🧁 : cupcake

tell me about yourself, as much or as little as possible and i will ship you with whichever marauder i think you will go well with!

I've never done this before so I apologize if this is bad haha

ok so i am 5'9, i hate summer (i am suffering lol), i love to bake, i am currently learning how to crochet, I like to read, I love musicals and will sing along to them, I am a jeans and a hoodie/plaid person and its all I wear lol, I love cozy games like stardew valley and animal crossing

I think thats it I don't know what else to say

don't worry darling, you did great requesting this -^7^-

you sound like an absolute cutiepie and since im a sucker for opposites attract, i'm shipping you with regulus black

i. regulus doesn't like summer too and adores whenever you get all bundled up to go outside during the colder months; he thinks you look adorable. he also likes the fact that winter gives him a lot of excuses to be close to you i.e to hold your hand and keep them warm, cuddle you to keep you warm and offer you his jacket...to keep you warm XD

ii. you spoil regulus with your baking, he was never really one for sweets but he gives all your baking creations a try and now he's grown quite the sweet tooth, he'll only admit it around you though

iii. you also spoil him with your crochet creations. you're still learning so you focus on small little trinkets first and he adores all of them, even the ones that don't quite look right or turn out lopsided. he doesn't openly fawn over them but shows his silent adoration by keeping every single one in a small treasure trove he's created using a box.

iv. you both love reading and it always ends in the two of you cuddled against each other. the peaceful silence is welcome but you'll occasionally come across a scene in your book that draws a reaction from you that you instantly have to explain to regulus. throughout your entire explanation, he's looking at you with love eyes. he loves listening to you and seeing your passions about something

v. regulus never really had a chance to watch musicals, he was mostly subjected to suffocating operas and ballets. when you heard this, you made sure to take him out to watch several of your favourite musicals, which were a good change of pace. he doesn't know how to feel about them other than he likes how excited and passionate you get about them; you're just always so adorable to him

vi. one day, he asks why you always wear simple jeans and a hoodie and you explain 'they're just so comfortable to wear', his upbringing has robbed him of such experiences so when you let him borrow your plaids/hoodies and buy him a pair of jeans, he feels as though he owes you so much - until he gets his own hoodies and plaid shirts, he's borrowing yours

vii. you make him get his own nintendo switch so he can start animal crossing and work on his own island as well. he doesn't take it seriously at first but when you offer to go to his island to help him, he seriously steps up his game to impress you and so that he doesn't look lazy - his island is immaculate as well! omg! you're jealous but impressed

viii. honourable mention : i also, lowkey ship you with Remus Lupin, you two cinnamon rolls would be cute together. he's the calmest out of the marauders but he's stressed all the time; you are the only person who can make him feel at ease, especially when you pull him into your relaxing and cosy hobbies to do together. he also thinks your adorable and feels a protectiveness over you so i feel as though he would be very hesitant to tell you about his lycanthropy

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 14th - Felix

pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

genre: soulmates

synopsis: Felix breathes Christmas and as the holiday approaches he gets more and more excited each day. That is why it comes as no surprise that he becomes the leader of the Christmas party committee for his company, JY Publishing. His friend, unfortunately, doesn't have the same jolly experience and Felix is determined to fix it.

warnings: -

words: 1135

14th day of SKZMAS

December 14th

Distracting you has been fairly easy so far. Felix has done everything that came to his mind; texting you with evening plans in the morning, organizing dinner dates whenever he could, then asking you to pick him up after work. The less time you spend on your own, the better.

As the technicalities of the Christmas party were coming in, you were most welcome to stay at the office, though. Felix made sure you knew that, and keeps reminding you that you are an irreplaceable part of the team – and he really means it.

The fact that he introduced you to his coworkers as his best friend made him a little uncomfortable, though. Because you are, you really are his soulmate, there is no question about that… but seeing random people in the office look at you as if you were up for grabs makes him restless.

“Hey, could you help me in the kitchen?” he asks you with a fake smile after you get flirted with by someone from the PR department.

“Of course, love.” You smile at him as you follow close by. The inevitable quarter life crisis seems so far – despite it happening a week ago – and it's all thanks to Felix. Not only are you preparing for your shared and most favorite holiday together, but you are spending every single minute together too.

You get to the empty kitchen together, and it being around half past 4, it's not that surprising. Most of the office is empty now, only the decorating committee and some workaholics are left. Felix spots Chan caught up in some reports and he really hopes he is okay… but he is not as concerned as he is about you.

“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly as they put down the boxes of decoration they have carried to use here.

“Yep.” You nod excitedly. “Your work place has such a nice atmosphere, I see why you like it so much.” you smile at him sweetly. “How about you?”

He feels his heart warm up as he looks at you. Dammit, he loves you so much. “I'm- okay. Yeah. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of… some people.”

“I’m comfortable as long as I have you.” you explain to him, booping his nose. He is so lovely, it makes him so kissable. But you hold back, like many times before. “What is your vision here, master?”

“Jeez, don't you call me that.” he chuckles, cheeks warming up a little. “Well, I was thinking you could do the garlands on the counters and the holly between the windows. Just don't climb too high, leave that to me, yeah?”

“Do you not trust me?” you ask with a cocked brow. “Oh you wound me, Lee Yongbok.” you gasp dramatically.

“Nooooo, that's not it.” he smiles at you with the most beautiful, sunshine-like smile you've seen from anyone. “I just don't want anything to happen to you. You are so cute, what do I do if you fall off a chair?”

“Put a plaster on me. Or call an ambulance. It really depends on the fall.” you say with forced seriousness. “Nothing would happen to me, Lixie.”

“Yes, and I'll make extra sure by putting up stuff myself.” he says, gently trying to take some of the holly from you.

“You are no fun, grandpa.” you stick your tongue out at him. “But fine.” you give in cause who could resist those sweet puppy eyes?

“Good.” Felix says with a huffed chuckle. “I'm sorry, I just can't not be protective of you.” he explains as he gets on a chair to put the mistletoe up. “That's why I needed to get you away from that colleague. It's like watching someone flirt with my little sibling.” Felix says and he instantly scolds himself. Why the hell would he say that???? You are anything but a sibling to him.

“Your little sibling?” You ask coldly, completely baffled and feeling your heart shatter to millions of pieces. “So what? I'm an adult and I can flirt with whoever I want. Don't be so jealous because someone is finally interested in me.” you huff, words cold and mean with intent to hurt him back. That is if he cares at all.

“No, that's not what I meant!” Felix says quickly, fear spilling in his guts because what has he done?! “I'm so sorry, of course you can flirt with anyone but-” he cuts off, watching you with pleading eyes.

“But?” you raise your voice. “You always do this. You baby me to the point where I feel useless and incompetent!” you erupt. There is a split second of eerie silence settling between the two of you and you are fuming. All these years of pent up frustration, the realization that Felix will never see you more than just a friend all mixed in your rage.

“I’m going home.” you announce, not wanting him to stop you as you pick up your bag and leave.

Felix stands there, shocked and hurt and feeling like the ground might swallow him. He is actually hoping for the latter because the silence that surrounds him now makes him hate himself. Fuck, what has he done?

The next moment, though, someone is shuffling towards the kitchen and soon, Chan appears in your blurry vision.

“Hey,” he greets before freezing in his tracks. “Are you okay?”

“Ask Felix.” you sob and hurry your steps to the elevator.

Felix is already off the chair by the time Chan comes into the kitchen.

“Are they gone?” Felix asks in a whisper, staring at the ground in front of himself, ashamed.

“They were just heading for the elevator.” Chan says. “Why are you still here? You should go after them.” 

“What?” Felix asks, expression broken and he is about to cry. “I'm sure I am the last person they want to see right now.”

“Don’t say that. They love you, Felix, and you love them.” he shakes his head. “What happened even?” 

“I- I was just being an idiot…” Felix mutters, but he cannot shake the words Chan said. “What do you mean- they love me?”

“Dude…” Chan sighs tiredly. “It’s so obvious that the two of you are in love… what are you waiting for, seriously?” 

“They-” Felix starts but the words ignite something in him and he nods. “You are right. Thank you, hyung.” he says and he rushes past him, with one goal in mind. To catch up to you, to hug you and tell you he loves you more than anything in the world. He has to stop to get his coat on the way out, and he rushes to the bus stop.

He gets there just as the bus is leaving, with you on board.

to be continued...

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

"#and honestly i don't think this stunt will ever end" my exact sentiment. I realized this when the kid turned two and I stopped caring. I accepted we are going to deal with "dad" Louis forever and moved on. I've decided I will be here for his and Harry's music and career and I will just ignore everything about their personal life. I don't care. And now 5 years later I'm glad I did. It's much better than holding onto hope only to have it crushed every single time. I would probably even go and see the doc if it was showing in my country but it's not lol

I just know this stunt is never going to end but I haven’t really processed this information because every time that this subject is brought up I still get sad/mad/tired.

It’s just that there were so many ways they could’ve ended this over the last seven years and yet… We still have the DNA test to maybe one day prove he was never his kid, but if Louis were ever to take it, this kid would still be a thing imo, because you don’t just raise someone as your son for seven years and then one night you find out you’re not actually related to the kid and you’re like “well, it was a good ride but now we part ways” I mean what kind of person would you be if the only reason that made you raise this child was because you thought you two were related?? and also if that’s all it took for you not having to deal with the kid anymore, then why did it take you SEVEN years to take a DNA test??? Idk, there’s so much we don’t know and will never know, but this is a messed up situation and I don’t see it ever ending. There’s no way out except the truth and I doubt we will ever get that.

And yet, I’m still here. I’m too stubborn to leave, and whether I like it or not, I have spent the last years of my life following every second of Louis (and Harry’s) every day life (literally), and not just because I want to or because it’s fun (spoiler alert: it’s not always fun) but because I care so much about them, like SO MUCH (I don’t need to explain to you this, it’s tumblr, we all get it). So I’ll always take the good with the bad (for now).

What really frustrates me though is that every time a stunt happens, we (larries) get to be the punch bag and everyone and their mother start calling us crazy or psychos, and that really pisses me off, because I don’t even think the problem is that this is just an absurd theory/idea (believe me, I know it is!!!!!) the problem is that if you think Louis and Harry are together, and god forbid, think that Louis is not a dad, people will call us “delusional teenagers” or if you are older, you’re just a jobless woman who is probably lonely, cause this has always been the culture when it comes to boybands (and fandom culture in general) and was the culture 1dhq, and eventually lthq and hshq, always encouraged. so we are not taken seriously, we are called hysterical and we are narrowed down to some stereotype that it’s probably not even true (and if it is then SO WHAT??).

I know it’s probably not easy to navigate an artist’s image when not only he’s gay, but he also has years and years of “proofs” that he’s dated several women, had a kid, made some homophobic comments, etc and is also currently dating one of the most famous person in the world right now (who is also in the closet and also has years of doing the same thing). And I’m sure as hell it doesn’t help when we keep pushing the buttons and saying no he’s not a dad, yes he’s gay, when you have his team always doing the opposite: “he has a new girlfriend” “the kid is in his doc”. But it’s awful because that’s they way it’s been since the beginning, all due to the fact that Louis and Harry are gay. It all comes down to this one fact. There’s just no way out.

(And just to make myself clear, I don’t think this is Louis’ fault, I don’t think he wants this, I honestly believe he only has so many choices he can make and he does the best he can with it, but I wonder what’s the point, is this all worth it? lmao I do truly hope he has made peace with himself and with this situation (and Harry too tbh) because if it’s hard on us, I can only imagine how hard it is for them and their families. As I always say, I can always leave this fandom and leave this bullshit behind me but they can’t. So yeah…)

[hinatastinygiant]

63 | Peter Pan

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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KOKONOI'S P.O.V.

After I follow Y/N outside of the school, the two of us walk across the street towards the library and sit on the steps out front. "You're back," I then remark as she looks down at the ground beside her feet.

"Guess I couldn't hack it in that group," she shrugs.

"Is that the truth?" I ask, wondering what it was like spending time with people quite literally the opposite of The Wanderers. "Or did you leave on a whim again?"

"I'm beginning to sense you all think I have issues with ditching people," she shakes her head softly, trying not to smile as though it wasn't true. 

"You have a pattern of leaving and returning, Y/N, just like a boomerang. And I'm pretty sure you could relate that to abandonment issues..." I try to say gently without offending her.

"Seriously, can you just cut to the point of why you wanted to talk to me?" Y/N scoffs, brushing off the truth in my words. I don't really know much about her, just what Wakasa and the others have told me, but from what I do know there is definitely something she does not want to share. "How come you didn't tell the others where I was going?"

"Cause after you left I made up my mind, too. I want to join that group as well. I can't sit around here all day and worry about whether I'm going to overcome the night. They stay up every single day and I am so fucking tired of it. I want to be part of something different. Something that'll make me feel like I'm really alive, not just breathing," I explain to her.

"Koko, that's not a good idea," she shakes her head. "That group is fucking evil. They've done so much shit I can't even begin to explain it."

"I'm sure they have," I shrug, "but, like I've said, I made up my mind. I want to do something with my life since we're going to be here for possibly the rest of eternity. If doing terrible things keeps me alive, then so be it."

"Seriously?" she scoffs before shaking her head at me in disagreement. "And what would Inupi say about that, huh? You can't just turn your back on him like that."

"You were the one who already left! What the hell are you even saying? Besides, he's weak. This whole group is holding both of us back. You know that, it's why you left. I need to get rid of him," I sigh. As worked up as she makes me, I manage to keep myself calm so she doesn't find out I'm lying about having this all planned out. The truth is, I hadn't given it much thought since she last left but now that she's alive, I'm dying to know what being there was like.

"You can't just kill Inupi," Y/N then says rather loudly, forcing me to shush her like a child.

"Y/N!"

"What?!" she answers. "It's fucking true. He's like your family!"

"It's the only way, Y/N. I'm sick of this place. If you're not going to help me then fine but don't you dare get in my way!"

"Please don't do this," she pleads once more with widening eyes. "You don't have to do this."

"I've already made up my mind. What should you care? Once you find your friend you'll be out of here anyway, right?" I roll my eyes. But instead of giving me an answer, she walks away without another word. "See what I mean?!" I shout after her. "You're a fucking boomerang!"

Y/N tosses up her middle finger as she crosses the street without bothering to give me a moment's glance. 

DAY 25

The following afternoon Inupi and I go out for a walk around the surrounding area together. Up and down the streets we look for a body that might match Y/N's description but after two hours we have no luck. On our slow walk back to the school, Inupi starts to get on my nerves.

"So what do you think about Y/N being back?" he asks, causing a vein to stick out on my neck.

"What do you mean, what do I think? I think she's going to leave the second she gets what she wants out of us. Just like last time after we saved her damn life," I roll my eyes.

"No... That's not it," he hums, thinking aloud.

"Look, I don't really want to talk about it, okay?" I grumble.

"You know the reason why she left, don't you?" he continues to ask. I grip my gun, pissed off that he keeps bothering to ask.

I turn around, glaring at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" I scowl.

Inupi looks down at his feet. "I think you do. And I think, for some reason, you're not telling me," he asks hesitantly. My fists clench tightly, my anger boiling over inside of me. God, I really could kill him right now.

"Oh, and why would I not tell you? Do you think I'm hiding something from you? You're the one I've been with this whole time, not her," I snap, my voice full of venom.

"Because you're afraid," he says, looking back up at me.

"Afraid of what?" I ask him, confusion in my voice.

"Of her," he replies simply.

"Oh please," I roll my eyes. "In this world, there's far more to worry about than a girl who reappears every now and then."

 "Koko," he calls out to me softly. He's no longer looking in my direction but through my anger, I can't tell that his tone has changed.

"The hell would I have to be afraid of her for? She runs away from her problems instead of dealing with them like I do. That's not scary, that's stupid," I ramble on. I don't know what I'm saying anymore. It's like the words are coming out of my mouth before I even realize what they mean.

Inupi starts to walk ahead of me, slipping around a corner into a dimly lit alleyway. He's done arguing with me. Instead, something else is on his mind. Ahead of him is a dead body with several parts missing, as though it had been chewed off. He calls out to me, but just as I turn, he trips over a stubborn branch sticking out of the ground and falls to the hard ground. Ignoring the dead body beside him, I rush to his side.

I call out to him, hoping he is okay, but there's no response. Inupi had hit his head on the pavement below and was now lying lifeless with a large gash on his head, beside another dead body.

My anger immediately fades into shock when I realize what had happened. Tears fall from my eyes, holding his lifeless body, knowing that I had just lost the closest person in my life.

I can't remember how long I sat there, holding him. All I know is that it was well into the night before my tears finally stopped flowing and the stars came out to shine upon me. Some of the blood on his head was dried up or pushed away from my tears, but the large gash was still there.

His eyes were closed, and I knew he wouldn't be opening them again. I slowly backed away from him until my back hit the opposing wall. My mind raced with thoughts of what had happened here today. Quietly, I then left to get some backup from the rest of the group and Y/N to verify the other body. After all, there was no way I could cart them back to the school by myself. And some time away from Inupi's body would do me some good.

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Taglist: @pikagirl2001330 @romaka344

[ferni-mothofprophecy]

DISTORTED THREADS

Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Character Designs

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The next couple of weeks passed with minimal fuss or bother. Sasha had been right, Jon was being nicer, but Martin was pretty sure this was because he himself was acting more competent at work.

He had written a statement about the doors the next day, more out of a wish to see Jon in his sleep than anything else but Sasha looked happy that he had done it and that was good.

Jon had just called them into his office to collect their work for the day when a voice sounded in the archives.

"Hello? I'm here to make a statement.”

"I'll take it," Sasha said, looking at Jon.

"Thank you Sasha," he said.

The three assistants filed out of Jon's office. A woman was standing there, dark hair with a single white streak near the front. Martin distantly recognised her as Naomi Herne. He wasn't sure why Sasha was the one taking her statement but he had given up trying to puzzle out every difference between his old timeline and this one. As long as there were no major changes it should be fine. 

"Our recording software isn't working at the moment so I hope you don't mind if I use this tape recorder?" Sasha asked smoothly, evidently having swiped it from Jon's office. 

"That's fine," Naomi said, only looking a little put out at the old recording equipment. 

"Great, then let's begin!" Sasha smiled enthusiastically,

"What happened?"

Martin kept half an ear out to listen to Naomi as she told her statement to Sasha. The details all seemed to be the same as what Martin remembered and he breathed a sigh of relief. 

When Naomi finished she turned to Sasha.

"Do you believe me?" She asked. 

Sasha tapped her finger against her chin a couple of times, pondering. 

"You know what? I think I do."

Naomi breathed out a sigh of relief. 

"Thank you."

"I would make sure you aren't alone for the next while," Sasha recommended, "Perhaps get a roommate, or a pet."

"A pet?" Naomi asked. 

"Whatever you encountered seems to thrive on the loneliness of its victims," Sasha said seriously, "I have heard that cats make good companions. Or dogs, but I prefer cats myself."

Martin's eyes widened, Sasha had seemed to catch onto what had happened to Naomi remarkably quickly. He wondered how different things would have been if Sasha was chosen as Archivist rather than Jon.

"I'll consider it," Naomi said to Sasha as Sasha led her out of the archives.

"How did you know that statement would be one of the ones that didn't record?" Tim asked.

"Just a gut instinct," Sasha shrugged, "She seemed shaken up enough that I doubt it would be a fake statement."

"Yeah," Martin said, then froze. He could have sworn they didn't know why some statements didn't record at this point. He had considered (and discarded) the possibility of Jon having come back to the past with him but what about Sasha. Would she have come back at the point she died? It seemed most likely. But then she wouldn't know about the entities - assuming she did right now. Her interaction with Naomi could have been based off intuition.

"Talking of pets though," Tim said, "We should get an archive cat."

He grinned mischievously.

"Jon would hate it."

"Isn't that a reason not to get one?" Martin laughed. 

"On the contrary," Tim said, holding a finger up. His nails were painted a variety of neon colours, Martin noticed.

"Annoying our dear boss is one of the many delights of working in the archives."

"And the cat would catch the spiders he seems to be so afraid of," Sasha added.

"Poor spiders," Martin said, but he was grinning too.

The door to Jon's office creaked open.

"What's all this chatter about?" He asked.

"We're thinking of getting an archive cat," Sasha explained, "To eat the spiders for you."

Jon grimaced.

"That is a terrible idea. Do you know how much a cat would mess up the papers in here. I doubt the spider plan would work either, it certainly did for Carlos Vittery."

"Who?" Tim asked.

"Guy from a statement I was reading," Jon waved a hand dismissively, "Just a bad case of arachnophobia if you ask me."

"Says the man who runs out of his office and hides whenever a spider appears there," Tim scoffed.

"Whilst spiders are not the most pleasant of creatures to be near, I doubt they would be involved in anything supernatural," Jon said.

Martin bit back a chuckle, oh if he only knew...He paused. Jon did know. The Leitner was the whole source of his fear of spiders in the first place. Jon had acted exceedingly skeptical of all the statements at first, even though he had to have believed some of them though. He was probably doing the same with this. 

Martin brushed it out of his mind. Focusing on this wasn't his top priority right now.

"I almost forgot," Jon snapped his fingers, "It's Martin's birthday in a couple of weeks isn't it?"

"It is!" Martin said. He had quite honestly forgotten.

"We should have a party in the institute," Sasha exclaimed happily, "Hopefully Elias won't turn up to steal some of the cake."

"Who're you kidding," Tim said, "Of course he will. Double-Boss never misses out on an opportunity for free cake."

"True," Sasha lamented.

The rest of the day passed without too much bother. 

It was raining when they finished up that evening. Martin could see Jon looking out at it dismally. 

"Do you not have a coat?" He asked, "Or an umbrella?"

"I left them at home; I did not anticipate the weather," Jon muttered as if it was a personal failing of his, "But I'm sure I'll manage."

He stepped out into the street. Unfortunately, the heavens had decided to unleash a heavy wave of rain at that moment and Jon was soaked within seconds. 

Martin sighed and pulled Jon back into the archives despite his protests that he could, in fact, walk through the rain-drenched streets of London without an umbrella or coat.

Sasha and Tim, who had evidently not left the archives yet glanced over at them as they entered.

Tim let out a cackle, "You look like a wet cat."

"I will assure you I do not," Jon grumped as Martin disappeared into the back room. He came back out holding one of his jumpers. Well, in the future it had been Jon's so he didn't particularly think of it as his particularly. It was knitted out of chunky, dark green wool and zigzag patterns of lighter green streaked across it.

"Put this on otherwise you'll get a cold," Martin told Jon, handing him the jumper. Jon's cheeks darkened, but he slipped the jumper over his head. It was way too large for him of course: the sleeves hung several inches off the edge of his hands.

"Thank you, Martin," Jon said, "I really appreciate it."

"Do you need an umbrella?" Sasha asked, "I have a spare."

Jon accepted it with a few words of thanks and set off, more prepared this time, back to his flat.

"He looked so cute in that jumper," Sasha said happily after Jon had left.

"Yeah," Martin smiled.

Tim sighed, "I'm stuck in an archive full of people simping after our boss."

"If you're so annoyed then join us," Sasha grinned.

Tim laughed, "He is good looking, but I prefer you, Sasha."

Sasha bopped him on the nose.

"Not interested."

"One day you'll succumb to my charms," Tim sighed, then yawned. 

"I'm going to head off now. Goodnight everyone."

He turned and walked straight into a wall.

"Ouch," he said, stumbling back.

"Are you okay?" Sasha asked.

"Yup, just thought there was a door there," Tim laughed, "Guess I haven't learned the layout of the archives yet."

****

Martin dreamt that night. He was spotlit in a wide, dark space. Vague echos of distorted laughter swam among a few yellow doors. He knew what this place was. The towering figure of eyes that Saw and Watched him as he sat there gave it away. He knew it was because he had made a statement.

However, in this space, he couldn't help feeling comforted by the presence of the Creature Covered In Eyes.

"I'm probably not a very good meal for you," Martin told the figure, "Not enough fear in me for you to feed on, neither in the statement I made or by your being here."

The creature Watched him, quiet.

That was fine, Martin was good at filling spaces with conversation.

"You're welcome to stay in this dream as long as you like of course."

This was true.

"It's nice having you here."

Also true.

"I miss you, you know," Martin's voiced teared up, "This probably isn't even you, just another manifestation of the Eye that likes to Observe the dreams of others. You're probably nowhere near powerful enough to be here yet, Archivist. So why do I feel so soothed by your presence?"

That was more than he was planning to say. Maybe it was because the Eye was trying to get more information out of him. If it was Jon, he would let it be taken from him willingly.

"I just want you back," Martin whispered softly, and that was the truest of all.

The strangest thing though, was that the creature didn't feel like Jon.

Chapter 4

[flowersarefreetherapy]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thank you @soheavyaburden for the tag!

1. Are you named for anyone?: Yeah, I actually am! I’m named after a person who was murdered in Rome during the reign of Nero (I think he was the one ruling during that time …. Now I’m second guessing that)

2. When was the last time you cried?: what is this! I have been tricked into attending therapy! Lol, anyway, it was a few weeks ago, when I attended a wedding. It was sweet and sentimental and very fun to attend (and then I realized a whole lot of things, starting with dresses and I are not friends)

3. Do you have kids?: Nopey nope nope nope. Perhaps at some point on the future I would like to, but kids and I don’t usually click, so who knows

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: no, no, totally not at all. No clue why anyone would even ask this, not at all.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?: usually their sense of style. I’ve never been able to really get/understand that, so when I see someone, I’m usually drawn to what they wear

6. What’s your eye color?: Dark brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings all the way. Scary movies and I don’t click (though if the storyline is good enough, I will forgive the suspense). But I want to know that the characters are going to have a happy ending, that their world (and mine) isn’t hopeless, that there is always and hope, no matter how dark the night has become. Yeah, call me sappy, but happy endings all the way (or endings that make sense for a character and completes their arc)

8. Any special talents?: I can lick my nose with my tongue, if that counts???

9. Where were you born?: Mitten state!

10. What are your hobbies?: I’m still counting reading as a hobby, since middle school me would combust if I didn’t. Writing is also a big hobby and a weird form of stress relief that I absolutely love. I occasionally will pick sewing back up again, but it’s mainly reading and writing as hobbies. Though I did have a fun period where archery was a hobby and I did that nonstop

11. Have you any pets?: I do! A golden retriever named Guinevere whom I love dearly and who makes it her mission to get dirt and blond fuzz on every single pair of pants I own.

12. What sports do you play/have played?: absolutely none. I was a bookworm through and through as a child (though there was a period when I begged my parents to let me play softball. It didn’t happen)

13. How tall are you?: 5 feet, 2 inches. Yes, I am short. Yes, I will steal your kneecaps if you mention it

14. Favorite subject in school?: History!!!! It has been my favorite subject since elementary school and is now my minor! I love love love it and if you get me started, I can and will talk for hours about it. Now that I know the fancy words to explain it better, I tell people I study social history with a focus on 18th century revolutions (fancy words!)

15. Dream job?: Okay, so I have a few. So I kinda am going for a degree in my dream job, which is cool and something I never thought I would get, but aside from that, I would love to be a reenactor. Seriously, if I could just wear an 18th century soldier’s uniform and tell people about that time or act out battles and all while doing it in character, I would be happy for life

Okay, tagging people, alright! (If you’ve already been tagged, I’m sorry) @blood-is-compulsory @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds @whumpcereal @eatyourdamnpears @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @winedark-whump @lonewhumper @hold-him-down @justplainwhump @straight-to-the-pain @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort @boxboysandotherwhump and @darkthingshappen!

[themiracleofteddybearmanifestos]

Spoilers for Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF

I've finished reading TGCF in record time (for me) and now idk what to do cause it was my hyperfixation and now that I'm done I'm depressed.

Anyways all that aside, since it's literally permeated my brain to the point it's rotting, any song I hear makes me think of it and here are my top few recent ones that I really love

Without further adieu, Songs That Remind Me of Heaven Official's Blessing:

1) Everything In You - HalfShy, Adventure Time. Lyrics:

You and me We got something to lose Boy, you got your dreams I got everything in you And I'll be there through all the reveries 'Cause I believe in you more than I ever believed in me Ooh, and I love you, love you, love you No, it's not so hard to tell And I love you, love you, love you Is it obvious to everyone else?

And maybe this is killing part of me But it ain't called love without a little tragedy

Explanation: Pretty straightforward, it's Hua Cheng's perspective. He's dedicated to the max. Though the intention here differs from the original context of the song in AT, it still applies. The tragedy here is not stemming from their relationship, but damn these two are poster children for tragic back stories.

2) J's Lullaby - Delaney Bailey. Lyrics:

Darlin', I'd wait for you Even if you didn't ask me to Tie a lasso around the moon And bring it on down to you I'd bottle the feelin' you give me And shelve that stuff for years to come 'Cause, baby, when your arms are around me I'd swear that I'm holding the sun I'd give you the sun if you asked me You could have all of the time You could have the stars and the trees When dividin' up the universe You could have mine You could have mine Darlin', I wish that you Could give me some more time To herd the whole sky in my arms And release it when you're mine

Explanation: again, very applicable to Hua Cheng's perspective. This song is one of the most intensely dedicated and heartfelt love songs and Hua Cheng is maybe the most loyal person to ever exist (800 years and not a single negative thought about Xie Lian, never a doubt in his mind of how much he loves him or if he should give up). Seriously, this song fits SO well I feel like to explain it would be redundant.

3) Little Life, Cordelia

Explanation: So, this one for me made me think of Xie Lian and the domestic little life he has with Hua Cheng and how much that means to him. This one isn't just lyrical, it's the whole sound and feeling of the song which is why I included it instead of writing the lyrics.

4) Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA/Meryl Streep (both versions are good). Lyrics:

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

Explanation: This one's a lot different as this actually made me think of Xie Lian's mom. Seeing her son grow into a god and witnessing the distance grow between them. She was fully supportive and had so much love for her son, but he grew further and further away from her. This one gets me real sad, even if his mom wasn't super present in the story it's still heartbreaking.

And yeah, basically every song will remind me of the series ATM bc it's literally all that's on my mind but these 4 especially did and made me want to edit videos but I don't have that kinda time or energy or talent lmao. But the series is just.... Ughhhh it's such a beautiful story, even with any questionable moments/details, it's genuinely such a fantastically written series and GOD the love between Xie Lian and Hua Cheng is painfully beautiful. I don't love codependency but idec with these two they're both so supportive of each other and both fully want to be together at all times and you know what I also want them to be together at all times, they deserve it. I knew there was a lot of trauma since I first watched the show in 2021 and have been a fan, but actually reading all the books and learning everything is gut wrenching and heartbreaking and yet so beautiful and satisfying.

[mugchild]

Why I am a feminist

Because i dont know hwere else to post this and i had to because of my therapist to write about this here it is

It’s funny how most of the time it is men asking me this question. And I always have the same answer. The patriarchy.

And let me explain. I’m sure many of you, many men will think ‘Oh here we go again, another feminist’. And that’s true. I am a feminist. And I do hate men. Men as a class are despicable. And you might not understand this, but this class, the patriarchy is also keeping men down, especially if they’re not white, middle-aged, able-bodied and cishet. So ask yourself, do you fit in this category? Do you adhere to all these norms? My dad doesn’t. So be a feminist. Stand with women who are your daughters, your sisters, your wives…because it may not be all men, but it is all women.

I have never, ever met a woman who hasn’t been harassed or doesn’t know a story about a friend being harassed. I have never met a woman who hasn’t felt the fear of walking alone at night and seeing a man out too and walking extra fast.

‘But it happens to men too!’ yes. I’m not denying that. But funny how you never think about that until women start to talk and suddenly you know a lot of male victims. ‘Well, you’re a manhater so it must mean you’re just jealous and single’ And why should the status of my relationship invalidate any argument I say? Is it because of the long history of men accusing women of being hysteric and beyond reason to invalidate their voices? Well would you look at that, the answer is yes. ‘But, but how can you hate every single man?’

Fine. You want to know why I hate men? Why I’m a feminist?

Because I was 9 years old when I was harassed. And you may think, ‘What? That’s not possible, you were just a child, are you sure you’re not exaggerating? You’re probably exaggerating, you’re overreacting. Your brain is changing memories!’ Would you really say that to me? Not now, but use your imagination. Imagine a little girl, shaking, her eyes red from crying coming to you and obviously terrified, saying that she’s scared because of a boy and needs your help. Would you say that?

Yeah. But the thing is, I didn’t realise at the time what was happening. And it wasn’t until many years later that I realised that I’d been harassed. That it wasn’t just teasing. That it wasn’t just ‘boys being boys’. This was a boy being a predator. Abusing his power to terrify me. So what happened?

Well, it happened at summer camp. I wasn’t supposed to be there, you had to be 11 to go, but my sister was going and my parents didn’t want me to feel left out, yadda yadda we had family helping organise it so we pulled some strings – it almost sounds like we’re some mafia but I swear, we’re not. In short, I went and was going to have a grand time. That’s what I thought at least. The first day went by we had dinner and there was a boy. And he proposed to me suddenly, out of nowhere even though we’d just met. Naturally, I rejected him and thought that was it. I didn’t know him and he was two years my senior.

And I thought this was normal because it happened all the time at my primary school. We’d hold ‘weddings’ almost every other day and it’d almost always be the same guy with a different girl. We didn’t really take the sanctity of marriage seriously if you can’t tell. But it was what all the adults did so we did it too. That’s normal child behaviour, it’s healthy even.

But then it happened again, the next day. And I rejected him again. And again. And again.

And it didn’t just stop at proposing. He started following me around the campgrounds. He’d run when I’d run. He’d stop when I’d stop. He’d go where I’d go. And it got so bad, and I got so terrified, that I didn’t dare move on my own anymore. I refused to go anywhere alone and had to have another girl with me at all times, and preferably as many girls as I could rally to go with me. At some point, it got so bad I’d send one of them ahead to check if he was there.

At this point when I tell this story I’d often laugh. Because it seems silly, even overdramatic, does it not? And sure maybe it does seem strange and overkill. But now that I look back at it, those girls saved my life. If they hadn’t been there to help and protect me, then I don’t know what would have happened and frankly, I don’t want to think about it.

So I had my squad to protect me. They’d told me he’d passed through the left door a few minutes earlier so I decided we had to take the right door because 1, I hated the thought of having to walk where he had walked, and 2, surely he couldn’t be in two places at the same time?

I was wrong. He was there and as soon as he saw me, I ran. And he ran too, one of the girls tried to contain him, but it was too late. He screamed my name begging me to come back and I just focused on the stairs ahead of me because that’s where I would be safe, where he could no longer pass because that’s where the girl’s dormitories were. I would be safe there. Safe from him. Safe from anyone else.

He climbed the stairs. He stopped halfway and I turned around yelling at him to get back and leave. He didn’t. Instead, he said that he’d see me tomorrow, that he would get me then.

This wasn’t a promise. This was a threat. And it worked. I ran to my room which I shared with my sister and two other girls and once they had caught up with me and found me, I cried. And I told them what he’d said. And they swore to protect me even better.

That week went by and eventually, I learned to run faster. I learned to look the other way. I learned to ignore him. And then he went and chased another girl. She was older than me and actually was one of the girls who’d been part of my squad. But all I could think about was that finally, I wasn’t his target anymore. I felt relieved. I was glad. She was older than me, she was 16 so she could handle a boy of 11.

But could she? I don’t know, I never asked and I never saw her again. And perhaps a better question is should she have to handle a boy of 11? Where are the men in this story? Where are the men who are supposed to protect, hm? Men are so fond of saying that the man’s role is to protect when often it is men who do the harm. So from what can you protect us? Your own rage? Your own hands? Tell me. Try to convince me that you would have helped me.

None of the men, none of the camp counsellors, protected me. None of them saw what happened. Not the female ones and definitely not the male ones. Why? Because all they saw was boys being boys. Because they were both taught that this is the way it should be. Because of the patriarchy.

So don’t come to me talking about how great the patriarchy is, or how it’s not all men or how I’m exaggerating and just looking for trouble.

No! I’m done babying men and making up excuses for them, and walking on my tiptoes when I’m trying to bring up problems women face, because ‘Oh no! What if a man hears us talking about it and wants to interrupt our precious conversation to say that it’s ‘not all men’.’

Because fuck it, yes it is all men!

As long as men won’t hold other men accountable, it is all men. As long as men will shove the blame on women and tell them that we have to raise our sons better, it is all men. As long as men belittle, diminish, terrify, and objectify women, it is all men. And as long as men deny that they are the problem, I will hate men. Because I was 9.

[darcyxpalmer]

Lokni stared at her for what felt like a long time after her question, and then the first thing he said was a simple, drawn out "yee-haw" and that certainly made Darcy freeze. Was he-- she was struggling to hold her laughter in, but she couldn't actually tell if he meant it as a joke or if he meant it fully and seriously - laughing into the face of the person whom you were tied together for a time being at least was probably not the best idea, and still, it was a struggle.

Thankfully Lokni spared her and admitted that it actually was a joke, and Darcy burst into laughter then, letting the feeling take over her and giving him a bright smile once it calmed down, "That was a good one." And it felt good, to be able to find a way to laugh, even in the mids of a situation like this. Not something Darcy thought would be possible, but Lokni was full of surprises.

He then explained what his job was like, what was actually part of the routine and what wasn't. "Damn, I really hoped you were one of those outlaw cowboys, it was always part of my bucketlist to meet one. Guess I gotta keep looking," she shook her head, her face serious for a moment before she added, "That was also supposed to be a joke." His was better, though, for sure. "But yeah, the apron and the coffee is pretty accurate. Though the coffee offering happens usually only during downtown - during the rush hours there weren't that much time to just be offering up coffee."

He said he liked his job, which was as much as anyone could ask for, really. "I definitely agree with that sentiment - any kind of corporate desk job just feels so foreign and alien, I don't think I could ever imagine myself in any of those either."

So she was absolutely asking a stupid question - learning something new every single day, even when you wake up on a cruise ship and have no memories of how you actually got there along with a bunch of other people. At least she gave a good moment to Lokni, if nothing else. "Chenoa is your horse?"

Darcy gave a small nod. "Yeah, I think part of the reason why I never got to learn while growing up was the money, even as not doing it too seriously, taking horse-riding lessons were expensive. And then I grew up and-- well, life happened, I guess. Not a lot of time while working and trying to figure out how to just move forward."

Lokni didn't shy back from sharing what happened to him right before he woke up on the cruise ship, and Darcy listened quietly, her chest tightening more and more and he kept on talking, kept on explaining. She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but she was certainly not expecting this. "No, no, you're not rambling, it's just-- I'm so sorry you had to go through that, that-- that sounds horrible. You having to-- having to put the horse down is horrible." Part of her wanted to ask if something like this happened often or if this was the first time he had to do something like this, but she decided against it. It was probably more than impolite to ask something like this, and it really didn't change anything.

It made her take another, deeper look at him, however, and the next words she couldn't hold back, "Is it bad that knowing that makes me feel a lot better about being stuck here with you?" Probably not something she should say, but it did give her a sense of calm. He was capable, even if she froze if anything happened.

The conversation shifted towards her job and she gave a small shrug at his question. "Never really knew what I wanted to be, I don't know. I never had one of those big dreams, and my mom was a waitress, so when I was old enough, I took a summer job as one and then I just kept on doing it. At this point I am not sure if I just like it because it's familiar or actually like it, but it's nice. I like knowing the regulars, I like having conversation with them, listening to them if they want to talk about something.

"If I could choose, though--" she paused, pondering for a moment before she said, "I think being a runner, like professional runner, would be interesting. Not that I'd be any good at it, mind you, I am no professional level, but I really love the act of running itself. It calms my mind." Which was a nice segway into his next question, what she did in her freetime. "Running is definitely one, a day when I didn't go on one would feel unfinished or missing something. I also really like doing my Duolingo lessons in the evening." It felt almost stupid, saying that, but it slipped out before she could think twice how ridiculous that really sounded. "What about you? What do you do in your freetime?"

The conversation was abrupted, however, when they reached the choice, and while she was leaning more towards the lighter path, Lokni wanted to check out the darkness, so she took her phone back out, and turned on the flashlight. "Let's go then," and despite her preference, she climbed up the ladder without any hesitation or second guessing.

Once she got up to the next level, she flashed the phone around - there wasn't anything new, it was just another hallway, and yet, something was different. Darcy couldn't quite explain it, it was probably nothing, and yet there was something of a pull she felt from-- something. Saying it was the darkness was probably more stupid than anything else she said in this conversation alltogether, and still, that was how it felt. But she shook it off and pushed it to the side once Lokni made it up next to her too.

"Let's be careful not to trip onto anything," she muttered, her voice quieter for some reason as they started making their way down the hallway - it felt like it would never end, if Darcy was being honest, or maybe it was just the trick of the darkness, really. But they were going and going and going with no end in sight, until--

A loud creak and Darcy barely had time to look up, realize what was happening and grab onto Lokni, pulling him forward, before the ceiling was falling practically over them, closing up the way back. "What the--" Darcy screamed. "Are you okay? Did any of it hit you?" Another creak and groan, "We need to get out of here. Fast."

"Yeah, let's try to get higher up, that might be the first step to getting some signal, if any." Lokni agreed with Miss Palmer's suggestion. They worked together to clear the kitchen out of any salvageable supplies. Looked like it was gonna be beans and corn for a good while, not the best combination. Well, beggars can't be choosers, and at this point, they weren't even beggars, they were scavengers. Two little coyotes running around trying to find anything edible.

After they had scrounged up what they could find, including a nice pot that Lokni shoved in his bag, they began to make their way upwards. Despite what people say about survival, containers and bottles in general, were game changers; that, and having something to cook with. Miss Palmer struck up more conversations, which Lokni was thankful for as he wasn't that great of a conversationalist. As they got to the top of one ladder, Lokni offered Miss Palmer a hand at the top and she asked, "I know this is going to be a stupid question, but is it similar to how the job is depicted in movies? Like, do you wear the hat and the boots and are riding horses for most of it?"

Lokni stared at her blankly before slowly saying, "yee-haw." A period of silence passed before he finally said, "that was a joke." He looked down at his dusty boots. He was partially outfitted for the part currently. "I guess it's pretty accurate to the movies- but I don't go chasing after stagecoaches and shooting up banks. I just herd cows and spend a lot of time with my horse. We do wear hats and boots, although modern attire is a little different from what you might see in the movies. What about you, do you wear a little apron and walk around offering coffee to everyone?" he asked earnestly.

"Do you like it? Your job, I mean?" Miss Palmer asked sincerely.

"I do. It pays, and I'm not suited for much else if I'm being honest. I much rather be in the saddle than desk jockeying. Don't think I'd be much use in a corporate setting." Lokni explained as he surveyed how many more ladders they still had to climb. They were making good progress for the most part, working together to navigate the wreckage of the ship's halls.

Then, Miss Palmer said the funniest thing Lokni had heard in years. "Did some snakes actually show up and cause trouble? Or is it more of a farm expression?" Miss Palmer asked and Lokni couldn't hold back the laughter that followed. The mental image of a bunch of snakes just showing up and raising hell was very amusing to him. After he managed to regain some control, he straightened, "it's an expression, means 'to cause trouble,' or something like that. To answer your other question, horses don't fancy snakes too much- their movements overall are the kind that startle horses. Not that they would startle my Chenoa." He said with a bit of pride at the last part. He had worked hard to bomb-proof Chenoa over the years, and now, she was as calm as they come.

Miss Palmer talked a lot, but it wasn't a bad thing, he appreciated having her there to fill the silence. The ship seemed a lot less eerie with her here. She spoke about wanting to learn to ride horses, to which Lokni replied, "it's not a bad hobby, but it's expensive if you go the hobby route and not the professional one. I know especially if you get into a lot of the English stuff, like dressage and showjumping, you gotta' have deep pockets to back it up." She listened to what Lokni had to say, taking it in before something else seemed to cross her mind, ""Wanna talk about what kind of things went wrong before you got here? Just if you'd like, of course."

Lokni nodded, might as well get it off of his chest, who was Miss Palmer gonna' tell? The seagulls? "I'm not opposed to it, as I mentioned, mother nature decided to wake snakes. There was a fire, and by the time I had woken up, it was already dangerously close to the herd I was managing with my boss' son. Shit hit the fan basically. We made it back alright but Andy's horse Ole' Red stepped in a hole, broke his leg, Andy got thrown and knocked out in the chaos of it all. I got Andy up on my horse, but I had to put Ole' Red down because he couldn't outrun the fire with a broken leg. Didn't want him to die a slow, burning death, so I did him one last favor. Still didn't sit well with me. Ole' Red was a damn good horse, a shame to see him go." Even talking about it made a bitter taste form at the back of his throat. It was part of the job, but that didn't make it easier. "I'm not trying to ramble, it's just a lot happened and I don't know how to break it down well." Lokni apologized, he did want to ask her about who she had been visiting in the hospital, but that might be too forward. Now wasn't a good time for that.

Hearing Miss Palmer talk about her days as a waitress was interesting. He knew some diners in the nearest town. He could picture the job being pretty hectic at times. "Did you always want to be a waitress? If you could choose any line of work what would it be?" Lokni asked, curious to hear what she had to say. Miss Palmer also explained in-depth about some of her work experiences, "It's not too detailed, it helps me get an idea of what it's like through your eyes. My customers are all cows and horses, I don't have the first clue about how hard it is to work with people every day." Lokni chuckled in reply "what made work a good day for you? Outside of work, what did you do in your freetime?" He wanted to get more information about her and if there was a correlation to them being 'chosen.' However, Lokni still had his doubts. At one point they arrived at two ladders, one was dimly illuminated while the other seemed to ascend into darkness. "Do you have any preferences? I know the one with the lights probably goes to a lower floor, but I am not sure heading into complete darkness would be the smartest. What do you think?" Miss Palmer asked, eyeing the darkness above the other ladder curiously. "Well, we're trying to get to the top right? I'd like to find out what's at the top of the darkness. Does that fancy phone of yours have a flashlight, Miss?" Lokni asked, pulling his knife from his belt, "I'll go first and take a look around." He said as he held the hilt of his hunting knife between his teeth and began to ascend the ladder into the maw of darkness.

[sophiewritesworld]

Dating Eddie would include ...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader A/N: It's part of my grieving process.

Dating Eddie is a BIIIIG Adventure (Yes, capital A).

You had the biggest crush on him ever for the longest time possible but since you hang with the popular crowd, the only way for you to get close to him is through drugs.

At first, he thinks you're just making fun of him so he refuses but you insist, almost begging him to meet you in his regular spot. Thinking about it, you cringe at how desperate you sounded.

You buy from him. Once. Twice. Five. Ten times. Each time, you talk more to each other, you laugh more and just that makes you happier than ever.

You never use whatever you buy from him though. You hide the tiny bags in a metal box underneath a broken floor board in your closet.

It takes you a while and a whole load of courage to tell him the truth. Again he thinks you're messing with him, which lowkey breaks your heart because you thought you built some sort of trust overtime. And when you're sad, you get frustrated and just run away because you know you'll start crying. “You know what? Forget about it, I shouldn't have said anything.”

But it's Eddie and he is not the type to run away from things (we wish he did in volume 2). “Why would you like someone me?”

You find yourself sitting on the wooden bench listing every little thing you like about. From his insane hair to his incredible confidence. You do it in one go, you even gesture him not to talk when you see him about to say something, you don't want him to cut you off, you need him to listen. “You couldn't just talk to me like a normal human being would do, could ya?”

That's how it all started.

Eddie teaches you how to play guitar.

One afternoon while chilling in his bedroom, he grabs his guitar and starts playing one of your favorite songs of his.

“Teach me how play. Something easy though.” You say when he finishes playing.

So he does. Whenever you have a moment, he'd sit behind you on the bed, holding the guitar on your lap and guides you.

You're a fast learner and before he knows it, you also play songs he taught you.

And D&D.

Your interest in the game grows bigger each time you see him plan a campaign and be so invested in it.

His passion shows and you just want to share this with him.

So you ask him to explain the rules one day.

It surprises him that you even show the tiniest bit of interest in the game but as he explains, he clearly sees how interested you're in it.

He helps you create your character but you refuse to join Hellfire. “But why?” “I don't wanna make a fool of myself in front of the others.” “Seriously baby, they're the last people on earth to ever make fun of others.”

You eventually agree to one campaign.

One leading to another, so that you find yourself part of the group.

He makes you a Hellfire Club shirt.

You help him with school.

You take matter into your own hands to help him pass not only Ms. O'Donall's class but get better grades in the rest.

It is complicated to keep him focused for a very long time so you bribe him. “For each good answer, you'll get a kiss. How about that?”

It works like magic.

You are the one to say "I love you" first.

It slips out of your lips while you're both laying in bed, him mindlessly tracing random patterns on your bare back. You're half asleep against his chest.

Eddie doesn't register what you say right away. Neither do you.

“What did you say?” He asks after a moment.

You repeat yourself, this time looking at him.

It knocks him breathless to hear those words coming out of your mouth. He never heard anybody say these words to him.

“I know I'm asking for too much but could- ” “I love you Eddie. I love you so much.” He flips you over on the bed and smiles, the brightest smile he ever had on his face. “I love you too, baby.”

From then on, you make sure to remind him how much you love him every single day and every single moment of it.

Wearing his clothes.

Eddie melts whenever he sees you harbouring his clothes be it just around him or in public.

The first time you dared to put on his t-shirt, he swore his heart almost stopped beating. “You are never wearing anything else but my stuff, doll.”

At school, you often steal his vest or have his bandana wrapped around your wrist showing Hawkins High that Eddie was yours and yours only.

He doesn't wear your clothes, for many obvious reasons, but he always has one of your hair ties on his wrist.

Pet names.

He is so into giving you different pet names - depending on his mood really.

The more often, he calls you ‘sweetheart’ or ‘baby’.

When he is in the mood, it's often ‘baby girl’ or ‘doll’.

You call him ‘my love’ because you know it makes him all soft and sweet - which he is 101% of the time - but this just makes him extra soft and sweet.

You don't have to switch names, just tones.

If by any bad luck you're mad at each other, you never call each other by your full names but just nicknames.

Kisses and more.

Eddie pours his heart and soul into his kisses, they're always warm and full of love.

He either has his hands on your face or around your waist so he can pull you as close to him as he physically can.

Forehead kisses in front of the kids. “We don't want to traumatize them now, do we?”

But some of his kisses can be rough and extremely demanding. You're dating Eddie Munson after all.

He would kiss you until you're breathless.

He adores it when you moan against his lips, he feels so proud that he has gotten you to lose some self control by just kissing you.

Hear me out, Eddie is definitely an ass man. When you're making out, just expect him to grab your ass. And if he gets too carried away, the very next day, you'd find light bruises from his fingertips digging into your skin.

When Eddie kisses your neck, be certain that he won't go without leaving hickeys. He has a thing for marking you - not that you mind anyways.

He is so into teasing you to the point that you're a begging mess in front of him then he gives you what you want.

Eddie is an experienced man. He didn't have a real relationship but one night stands? He lived on that until you.

Hand holding.

Eddie won't take a step if you are not holding his hand. It's vital.

Driving, sitting, sleeping, cooking, whatever this boy is doing, he would be holding your hand in one way or another.

He feels safe.

Getting matching tattoos.

The idea comes many months after you start dating.

He is the one to say it, as a joke in case you find it too rushed or too much.

You agree under one condition. “We'll do it after you snatch that diploma from principal Higgins in a few months. Deal?”

You get something small and simple but meaningful to both of you.

Even if you don't last forever, this will always be a sweet reminder of the most beautiful thing that ever happened to you.

Movie nights are a ritual.

Every Friday, Steve sees you at Family video to pick a movie or two, alone or with Eddie.

It's often in his place since his uncle works at night most of the time but if your parents aren't home, you'll crash in your living room and enjoy your horror movie together.

When you get two movies, you'd either be asleep by half of the second or you'd be busy making out.

Listening to music together.

Music is a big thing for Eddie.

You knew it before even exchanging a word with him.

It's not surprising that your styles are polar opposites but again, you learn to enjoy what he likes and the other way around.

Going to every single performance of Corroded Coffins.

You're his number one fan.

He writes songs just for you which only make you fall in love with him even more.

Most of the time, you bring Dustin with you.

Eventually Mike, Lucas and the rest of the group start to come as well.

Late night drives and camping in his van.

Some nights are rougher than other, so Eddie drives you around Hawkins, music playing on the radio with the volume down until you're knocked out, snuggled in his leather jacket.

Some other nights you just like going on rides, singing your favorite songs on top of your lungs.

Eddie often takes you on week-ends in his van.

It's nothing luxurious but he does his best to make everything comfortable for you.

You sleep with the doors open, cuddled against him, stargazing and all that.

Meeting his uncle and him meeting your parents/siblings.

When Eddie brings you up to his uncle, the man can't believe his nephew has finally found happiness. Wayne can tell from the way Eddie's eyes are shining as he speaks about you and his inability to suppress the smile on his face even when he stops talking about you.

“Ready?” Eddie asks you before you both get in the trailer that you visited countless times before. You're nervous but Wayne is very welcoming and makes you immediately comfortable around him.

He even brings up some embarrassing memories from when Eddie was a kid. “You really have to do this, uh?”

You, on the other hand, have to tiptoe on your words to tell your parents you have a boyfriend. But the hardest part is to tell them who the said boyfriend is.

“Munson? Wayne's nephew?” Your father asks and you nod, looking straight at the vegetables in your plate. He doesn't say anything else.

It's only a few days later that your mother casually says “Why don't you bring Eddie over for dinner tomorrow honey?”

“What am I supposed to wear? I can't wear this to meet your parents.” Eddie is panicking.

But once he meets your parents, he relaxes. They welcome him just as warmly as Wayne - or uncle Wayne as he asked you to call him - did.

If you have siblings, they'll love him. Despite the look, Eddie is a big softie and he is amazing with kids.

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prompts for fun and profit

My friend it seems as though you decided not to get a cart. And are now struggling. How about you check out ahead of me- no I insist, I appreciate your gallantry but you look like you’re about to cry

Hey I know you’re pretty busy but would you like to defeat the invading aliens with me please answer quickly things are kind of time-sensitive

What’s up lately? I know it has been, kind of, four months, maybe. Okay six…six months. In my defense…no, I've got nothing. Please know I still adore you deeply

Hey, I love you. You know I love you? But if you bring another lean cuisine to work I am going to start cooking for you and just charging you a flat fee and you do not get to refuse

Oh so you spend your money on plushies? Like, often? You spend your money on plushies and can lay them all out on your bed and flop into them and get so snuggly and cozy? I’m. not jealous at all I’m so mature haha I don’t have a single plush friend to snuggle at night, like you do, 

So you said “eyes emoji” out loud with your mouth. No I know exactly what you meant, I just have to address that first, and make a permanent record of the occasion, and then I will spill the beans

My cat um. Is in love with you? I know you only came over for that project that one time, but literally since then he has been wailing at the door and will only respond to intense bribery. Please I cannot afford that many treats, what if we got into a fake relationship. For my cat. 

I know you shouldn’t believe or spread rumors but I have to know. Are you or are you not into literal Disco

You’re probably just being nice but your comments on my youtube videos are so kind I can’t stop thinking about you and kissing you on the mouth

 I’m actually not into art at all, me and my friends just started going to art exhibitions as an excuse to dress fancy and eat our weight in cheese cubes but. I'm staring at this piece and feeling something stir in my cold dark soul and I could have played it off as an ironic joke if you didn’t catch me having emotions about your art

No I promise you’re supposed to pay for it actually. Obviously I won’t rat you out but like, that was worth money

I’m very used to being miserable over the holidays and you stole me away and I’m sitting here in a fucking sweater doing a puzzle with your mother and I Do Not Know how to process this

My hobby is getting into the Wildest Possible Arguments in public and I will drag you into it because it gets you every time. No really if you drank half of a five hour energy would you get shitty energy for five hours or 2.5 hours of energy. I need to know this right now while the previews are playing at the movie theater, why would I wait? No seriously if I bought the Mona Lisa should I be allowed to eat it

I gotta say I was in love with your outfit already but when you smacked that asshole with your cane it was head over heels baby are you. Free later. 

Oh no, shoplifting from Hobby Lobby is always morally correct. I have no interest in reporting you at all. No i just have to know what you’re intending to make with all that stuff I just watched you pull out of your bag, please I Must know

So I’ve been trying to be less chronically online and you know, find my People out in the public. Because real human beings are way more important than numbers on a screen. It’s just that this dating app is full of guys holding fish and/or guns, and I’m so, so ready to quit, so I have to know right now immediately what your whole deal is because I’m absolutely enchanted already

Okay so maybe I do “work here” but listen,

No, I think the spite is worth it. Yep.

I’ve seen people of all kinds try to fuck with me with the whole “3 things to freak out your cashier” thing. This takes the cake. Explain yourself Right Now.

My love, my heart, my one and only, you have to stop crying or we won’t make it to the hot air balloon half of our anniversary celebration

I know you were disappointed about your favorite author turning out to be the asshole to defeat all assholes. So I have concocted a scheme,

Hey I love you and still very much do want to marry you but I need you to elaborate on these last few amazon purchases with my credit card?

Okay so the truth is [runs away]

I’m coming to terms with the fact that I might like you enough to play this stupid board game you’ve been explaining the rules to for twenty-eight minutes now. And god save me, I listened to all of it???

Oh I know you’re always willing to light things on fire for me. Yes I am. Actually very aware of this. On the one hand, I know it’s a terrible idea. On the other, romance has never burned so bright as that lighter in your hand and the glitter in your eyes,

Please. Please tell me what podcast your horse is listening to. Please tell me, in excruciating detail, why, and how you chose this, and whether or not the horse in fact notices

Hey beautiful this super is literal poison. Just so you know

Point of order, that does fully contradict what the news said about you twenty minutes ago. No of course I believe you

So is bleeding a regular part of this hobby? Or like,

Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??