#stange pictures

[dreamy-loser]

𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 ౨ৎ⋆˚.⋆

(2025 edition)

✰ = favourites

CR = currently reading

AB = audiobook

• an ember in the ashes

• the ABC murders (mostly AB) ✰

• a torch against the night

• the mystery affair at styles (AB)

• strange pictures

• the girl who fell beneath the sea ✰

[johnwickb1tsch]

picture of domesticity ~ john x wife!reader fix it imagine

So... what if you were married to John Wick and the writers didn't kill you off just to give the male protagonist the excuse to go on a rampage? And everything John goes through in the movies is so he can come home to you, rather than agonize in just the memory of you?

You're in the car with your new puppy Daisy on your lap when Iosef proposes to buy the 'Stang. John does not like it when he leans in the window, leering at you as much as the car. You don't understand the exchange the men have over your head, though you understand John's body language all too well.

When the creepy boy goes you turn to your husband, hugging Daisy to you. 'It's so hot when you speak Russian," you say, trying to lighten the tension in the car.

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, the corner of his mouth ticking up despite himself. You've always had that effect on your so- serious husband.

"What did you say?" you ask.

"I called him a bitch."

You giggle, scratching Daisy's ears. "John!"

"What? He said it first."

You sigh and reach over to take John's hand, feeling the tension thrumming down his arm. Usually you can calm him down with just a touch, but this time he remains wound as a spring. You have just been for a drive in the country. 'Let's go home, baby."

He does not calm down when you get home either, though. He is quiet in his agitation. But you know his every tell by now, and you know something isn't right.

He disappears into the basement for a little while. When he returns, he doesn't smell like book glue, but something more chemical.

Gun oil, you realize.

It's been a long time.

"Is everything OK?"

Now you are beginning to worry.

"I'm sure it's fine," he says, opening his arms to you. You snuggle on the couch with Daisy for the rest of the afternoon.

When you wake to the sound of a crash downstairs you almost are not surprised. John's side of the bed is empty. Daisy tries to dash away towards the ruckus, but you secure her in the closet, but not before withdrawing your Beretta 9mm from the jewelry safe.

It was a wedding present.

By the time you descend the stairs, the intruders have been rendered into corpses. John stands in the kitchen with a blood spattered face, looking feral. It catches your breath in your throat.

You are not half as horrified as you should be.

You have not seen that suit in a long time.

Only later do you find out it was the son of your husband's old associate, Viggo Tarasov.

John says the matter is closed, but you aren't so sure.

When a beautifully dressed Italian with impeccable manners appears at your door, your heart falls to your feet, and you just know they are going to try to take him from you again...

[werezmastarbucks]

running scared

masterlist - part 4 of 6

in which Yoongi comes clean

yoongi x reader

word count: around 3000

author's note: Yoongi's pov present

music: let me know by bts, instant lover by aleph

For the three weeks, Yoongi was hoping you'd call. He didn't hope for his baby, his favorite dog, to fall ill, or get hit by a car. But maybe... maybe he'd do something so unbearably funny that you'd want to call him on video and show. So he'd see your face. Hear your voice. He was feeling something apart from irritation and stress for the first time in a while, and it was good. Warm curling snake in his stomach, clear view inside his head. He knew he had to do something about it. Because at first, this feeling was like a mosquito bite. Stang and wouldn't let him focus on things, and he tried to shoo it away, but once he woke up at night to discover that it has spread into his body. He hadn't seen you for the whole September and then four months after, and somehow the imprint of your face was stuck on the inside of his eyelid. He still chuckled when he thought of Namjoon's birthday, and it bothered him. Finally he realized it's actually good. It felt right. A human to a human, what's so criminal about it? Doesn't he deserve someone smiling at him?

He cherished the feeling so rare for him, understanding it doesn't happen often, and he honored it, decided he has to know. The dogsitting op moved slowly and was kind of disappointing. Nothing happened, except he knew Holly was in good hands. The fact that he had to drive all the way to Daegu, beg his parents to give Holly up for a month, and then drive back all in the same day, still seemed a little insane to him. He hoped it didn't put a strain on the dog.

So, he decided that once he returns and sees you again, he'll ask you out. For once his idol card might be useful, he didn't care, if it helps him, then fine. He just needs one chance.

You didn't call. You texted him diligently, every other day, updating him about Holly. His camera roll once again was full of his dog's pictures which also felt right. He only wished you'd want to hear his voice like he wanted to hear yours.

He had big hopes for a show. If seventy thousand girls lose their freaking minds when he tilts his head and smiles, then surely one will be moved by it, too. The vibration of the floor, the loud music, him together with his band, this was the peak of what he could be. There was nothing else he could give. It's been three weeks of texts from you, and now he finally got to see you again after the show. He searched for the confirmation in the subtle movements of the other members, as if they could know. To some extent, they did. They were aware that Y/N was coming to see the show tonight. Namjoon was very happy about it, in his usual sibling way. That's great! Platonic and pure. Yoongi saw that there was nothing between him and you. Minji probably had knitted that out of the air, and the socials follow was friendly. If there had been something, Yoongi would've bowed his head and stepped away. He hoped he would have.

As he left the stage, the throbbing in his chest just started. The anxiety just now hit him. His heart was beating in huge gulps with the adrenaline and exhaustion, and yet his head only started spinning now. He puffed a portion of it away, wearing his usual post-show face: happy, relaxed, content with himself. He walked in line behind Jin and looked around once the stage and her blinding glow, and deafening wail, was out of sight. He spotted you hiding in the cavity between the two now-empty equipment boxes, in the shadow. People were running to and fro, the post-performance commotion in full. Somewhere, a bottle of champagne popped, and he nodded at Jin asking to scurry a glass aside for him. He stepped away from the course and waved at you.

You watched Yoongi emerge from blue light. Your heart was pumping fresh blood that was about to burst out of your nose because of how tense you'd been. The environment was so new, and you didn't have Minji with you to pacify you. And also this one, lower lip in between his teeth, still high from stage on which he just totally, completely shattered your world just half an hour ago. Your mouth went dry. Drama.

"Hey! How was it?"

Yoongi stood before you, glistening with sweat, his eyes wide open, wolfcut styled to compliment the shape of his face, and so picture-like that he could be a hologram.

"How was it!" you couldn't utter anything, "well, you guys suck, that's what I tell you!"

You slurred on your words trying not to sound too insane. Thankfully, Yoongi saw through you and gave the widest smile. Everything slowed down like in a music video. You felt like a goddamn overgrown princess while he smiled at you. People moved around, the light flickered, sounds drowned you, and he was the only stable thing, smiling so wide that he looked like a child.

"I get it now, I mean, the BTS thing, it's massive".

"Yeah? Did you see when I", he imitated his own gesture when he dropped the microphone at the end of a song you didn't know the title of.

"Yes. Badass. I don't know what else to say. It was really cool. You were all synchronized completely, the whole time. Whoever does your choreography is a lunatic".

He continued with laughter,

"It's Hoseok".

"O-o-oh".

He was still panting a little, mouth slightly open. You wanted out of here, your mind clutching you in iron fixators. Someone called his name, shrieking:

"Yoongii-i-i-iee-eah!"

You hoped he would fuck off and stop torturing you with his agape mouth, with glistening tongue mindlessly slithering inside, but he completely ignored it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say. I am really impressed".

He nodded like he was hungry for your words.

"Hey, if you wait a little, we..."

His chest heaved with a huge breath he took, and you put your hand up between you:

"I need to go home to Holly. I'm- I don't need to be here, I mean, you probably have your post-show routine".

He gave several small nods and finally closed his mouth. The huge body in front of you, the things it did for two hours straight, it should be dead now, but it wasn't.

"Yeah, of course. I'll pick up Holly in two days, alright?"

You agreed and thanked him for letting you see the show. You bowed to each other like you usually did, only, Yoongi still seemed agitated. As he was leaving, you said,

"Hey, tell everybody I said hi, and that you're great!"

He smiled again.

"I will".

You had to think about it straight. You didn't want freshly used goods and you didn't want anybody whose dick used to be inside your best friend. Simple. Minji meant much more to you. She was your comfort and your shelter, and your happy person. She was the protective shield around you against the world. You picked her up like a... human pet, and now she was yours. Yoongi wouldn't take it away. His stupid low voice wasn't worth it.

You bit your lips clean off and got to the meat by the time he came around. You were looking forward to never seeing him again and recuperating after him. God forbid they get married.

Minji looked happier than ever these days, so you didn't hold your breath. And even though she refused to speak about her affair, you saw that Yoongi did her well; she was only worried about her brother's reaction.

You gathered and packed Holly's things with a small sad spot glaring in your chest. He was a very good dog: sleeping with you at night, helping the quality of your sleep. Walking close to you on the street and always looking at you with these beady eyes. He wiggled his tail so hard that it hit against the furniture, and was playful like a little puppy. Yoongi took good care of him because he was a very happy and naive, carefree dog. It made you respect him a lot. Now it was time for Holly to go home, and you asked yourself, when there's a next tour - and it will come sooner or later - will he call you again?

Yoongi expressed a very similar thought that you had just an hour before he arrived:

"You should get a pet. They help a lot with PTSD".

You nodded gratefully,

"I slept very well with him. I actually feel less tired".

Yoongi raised his face and smiled.

"I can rent him to you from time to time".

He let Holly lick his face so that the dog calms down seeing his dad return. Yoongi wouldn't want to get one on the mouth, so he winced funnily and turned a little away from his long pink tongue.

"Listen, I'm sorry for how I acted after the show".

The eyes opened wide.

"I was honestly flabbergasted and really had no words".

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I'm just glad I set the record straight".

"Hmm?"

Yoongi smiled sheepishly.

"Every citizen of Seoul has been to a BTS concert at least once".

You chuckled.

"I wanna go see PSY now".

"I can arrange that", he said simply, and you got seriously impressed. Maybe not then, maybe you'll buy a ticket like people usually did.

"Can you help me get his things downstairs?"

Together, you went out of the flat, leaving Holly inside for now, hands full of his food, towels, blankets, his sleeping pillow, toys and clothes. You weren't even surprised to see Yoongi's Range Rover sitting out of place on your narrow street. The car was just too big and too clean for it. He took Holly's things out of your hands, brushing his fingers against the back of your palm. You felt like you had to ask something, make conversation, but instead, just kept silent.

You kept silent on the way back up in the elevator.

You kept silent when you opened the door to your apartment and let him in behind you. He gave you a moment to say goodbye to Holly.

"I am serious. If you want, I can give you contacts of a good shelter".

"I have always been a cat owner", you mused, "you don't need to walk cats in the morning".

"They have cats, too".

You got to your knees, and Holly, already used to your touch, and your face, put its snout on yours.

"I will miss you, Holly", you uttered and realized it was an actual problem. The withdrawal from having a pet in your apartment, and then not having it, was going to be real. It would get lonelier than before, by a fraction.

"You can always go on a date with him", Yoongi said in his usual low voice. You thought that somehow his English improved over three weeks.

"Or with me", he added.

Your throat got tense. For a second you looked at Yoongi from your knees, then stood up sharply. His mouth formed a straight line as he hid his lips, shy. He didn't blink and looked you straight in the face, making it impossible to pretend you didn't hear it.

"Oh hell no", you snapped. Your breath became hot in your nostrils. Yoongi's eyebrows flew up, eyes so innocent it was nauseating.

"Oh-kay".

His eyes were searching the rest of your face.

"You don't have to be that mean about it".

He finally dropped his gaze but still didn't budge.

"I love Minji too much. She is important to me", you said coldly. The same vigor in your fist that once made you pick up a soju bottle. Yoongi frowned and looked up again, acting amusingly confused.

"Minji? What's she got to do with this?"

"Tsk".

"What?"

"She told me about your relationship".

Now he looked scared.

"We're friends?"

"Sleeping with no strings attached is still a relationship, Yoongi".

If he could, Yoongi would probably detach his eyeballs and throw them at you, that how far his brow went.

"Mwo?" he almost yelled. No, he did yell. His mouth formed a perfect O. So local, perfect. Holly got scared because Yoongi probably never yelled in his presence. You blinked.

"Get out. Don't fuck with me", you demanded, and Yoongi changed his pose, putting one foot in front, so that you wouldn't be able to ram him out of the apartment even if you tried.

"Hold on", he said, his voice so high now that it must hurt his throat.

"Having sex with Minji?"

With his free hand, as he still held Holly's leash, he took out his phone. His sculpted face was slowly turning into expression of a stone. He avoided looking at you directly and only blinked blankly while he waited.

"Minji-ah!" he yelled again and crunched his nose like Minji could see him. This was all a little much for you. You were confused so hard that you barely understood the fast rap-like speech he gave her on the phone. Maybe he was scolding her for cracking their dirty secret to you. Maybe he was asking when he started sleeping with her, because he had no idea. You were hyperventilating a bit.

"Please leave", you said weakly, trying to push him in the shoulder. Yoongi moved your fist with the back of his hand.

"Wait. Wait a second. Minji!"

He turned on the speaker on his phone and looked at you. However, he was speaking with the girl.

"Minji!"

"Oh my god!" the phone nearly got torn apart with her squeal, "What the fuck you thought I was sleeping with Yoongi? I am so sorry, Y/N!"

Your heart dropped. You felt stupid. You were panting.

"I am so dumb! I was so drunk I must have told you it was Yoongi? Did I? Y/N, we never slept! Ew, he is my hyung!"

Yoongi was silently staring at you as if this whole thing was your fault somehow.

"It's Jin!"

Now he suddenly looked at the phone, dumbfounded.

"You're sleeping with Seokjin?"

"Yes, yes", she clarified, "is Y/N there? I can't hear her, is she there?"

"I'm here", you managed to utter, the walls of your throat glued together.

"We were sitting, remember? And Yoongi must have been in my sight, I was trying to say Jin, and I said Yoongi because I looked at him! No! No! He really likes you!"

Yoongi's ears went a little pink. But he was still in shock from hearing what he heard.

"You and Jin?" he repeated, "Does Namjoon know?"

"No", she said timidly. "Anyway, do you hear? He likes you, I even-"

Yoongi's swift finger pressed End and the call went silent. You couldn't look at each other for some time, but he was braver.

"Please leave", you said again, numb. The only sound was him unlocking and opening the door and Holly's steps. You hadn't cut his nails because you didn't know how. Yoongi's stare was still blank as he closed the door behind him, head low, like he was about to bow to you.

Minji nearly went crazy with guilt. You had a video call that afternoon, as soon as she had a free minute at work, and she rattled on about how she nearly messed everything up.

You watched her small hand with delicate nails cover her face. The gem in the ring on her middle finger (her own gift to herself for being the baddest bitch) flickered with white flash. For how knows which time in a row you thought that she seemed like a premium version of a human.

"I am so du-hu-humb!" she whined, "I am never getting drunk again!"

"You are", you retorted. Still didn't know how to feel. The weight of phantom guilt which turned out to be baseless after all, still had a grip on you, and in a twisted way, it was turning you off from Yoongi. You needed a big push now. It still felt really wrong, like his image was smeared.

"You see, he came to be after Hobi's birthday", she explained. The corridor with glass walls was flying behind her as she walked fast, searching for a vacant room to sit down.

"He said, I can't stop thinking about her".

Your heart fluttered somewhere in your stomach, an impulse so strong that you actually felt pain and wiggled, lying on your bed.

"Really? Are you for real?"

"Yes, I had no idea but he really liked you, like almost from the very beginning!" her eyes were huge on your screen. "And I was so stupid because I told him you liked Namjoon..."

You moaned.

"Minji... you pulled it out of me at the party".

"I know, I know, but I had to make sure, because who needs a love triangle! But then I reckoned you just said it because I pressed you. But Yoongi was like, super hesitant then. Then I told him you don't like my brother".

You did like him. Just, not the romantic way. Minji rolled her eyes at herself and continued,

"God, how did I manage to mess this up? Yoongi is a naturally hesitant person, you know. He takes time to make decisions. I don't wanna say he's slow or anything... but he did take six months to make a move on you, you see".

"Why did you tell me you were having sex with him..." you muttered. Minji gasped in suffering, theatrically. You suddenly thought that it's pretty similar to how Hoseok gasped sometimes, with a flare of overplaying it.

"I was so drunk... literally, I was pointing at Jin. And you were looking at Yoongi. I think I barely heard you, I thought you saw where I was pointing!"

You buried your face into the blanket and stopped breathing. You were, all three of you, in your thirties. How embarrassing: fools all round. No, not Yoongi. He was completely innocent in this. Did nothing wrong, was perfectly adequate and comfortable to be around. And he paid the most, for the both of you. You lifted your face, one eye wrinkled by the force you were pressing it into the bed. Minji was tensely looking into the camera at you.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Do you like him? He was trying so hard".

"I kicked him out, Minji".

She shook her head violently.

"Just drop him a text".

You chewed your lips hard, realized: there's no need to lie to yourself anymore, you can cautiously step out of this cage.

"I really really like him. He is so handsome, Minji. I was feeling so fucking guilty for liking him, because I thought you're DATING!" you yelled the last part, and Minji made the most adorable empathizing face.

"I am sorry... but that's awesome though, right?"

"Minji, is that why I was the dogsitter?" it suddenly dawned on you.

"Well, yes".

"Are you even allergic to dogs?"

"...no".

You turned around onto your back. The sun was filling the bedroom, empty without Holly's click-clack steps and quiet whining. The boy had a habit to hum under his breath like his dad. It was the first dog that liked to sing, that you've ever seen.

"You know what, I won't get further into this", Minji decided, "I feel like I've done enough. He is so angry with me. You're adults, work it out. Text him. I promise he is great".

You noticed that much. Yoongi knew how to keep his distance while teasing himself to you carefully. Knew his way around words, and even the way he used English, so focused on avoiding mistakes, never giving himself a break with the phonetics of it, was very appealing to you. You had a feeling he didn't just ask about the books you liked, to say something. That he really memorized stuff about you, even if he wasn't sure he'd need it. He almost seemed too good to be true.

You lay on your bed, body still unused to not having Holly in your hands. Miraculous how quickly you adjust to having a pet. Maybe you'll get to see him more and cuddle him again.

You spent your Sunday in thinking, and would've spent the whole night before a working week pondering how you can apologize to Yoongi without being needy, or if he will even want to talk to you. But in the evening, your phone screen lit up with a message which knocked the breath out of you. So, here we are, Y/N, you thought to yourself, huh. No drama, huh. That's how we react now to messages from him.

You tried to look at yourself from a perspective. He is an idol, someone you swore to never get involved with, even hypothetically. You were still sure the amount of headache this connection will entail will come back to bite you. You had no idea about the depth of trouble. With that, you took your phone.

I'm sorry I like you

It took away a lot of pride to tell him that he didn't have to apologize; your selflessness towards people usually manifested in acts of service, like saving their life or buying them a coffee; but you weren't good with words. So, when you texted him that phrase, you felt like you were growing, and actually had to make the choice to be serious about it. As long as he was. You decided to go on a date. You made a confession: I don't really like coffee. I'm more of a bubble-tea person. Yoongi took it well, like everything else.

I know a place I will pick you up from work on Tuesday, right?

[im-only-here-for-the-fandom]

Dead Twins

so a dpxdc idea that’s been floating in my head for a long time.

i’ve seen jason and danny being each other’s alternate selves from another reality or father and son, but never as twins, i’ve seen danny being a twin or look alike to all the other batboys (mostly damian) but never with jason.

so they could be the children of the fenton’s but it’s easier for me to write them as children of willis and sheila, willis taking one child and sheila taking the other so she can get child support or something and once she’s done with him she dumps him in an orphanage, where tye fenton’s pick him up as a friend for their daughter jazz.

jason and danny both grow up never feeling alone due to a twin bond between them, when one was feeling sad the other would send happy feelings to cheer the other up, but they couldn’t tell each other’s thoughts or location, their bond streched thin from their separation. so when jason dies, danny feels the bond snap and he feels jason’s last moments, his sadness, his fear, his feelings of betrayal and helplessness at his situation, and it sends him into a depression spiral that not even his sister or friends can get him out of. he could feel himself dying, slowly fading from existence his body failing him at every turn, it wasn’t just depression, it wasn’t just in his head as his sister tried to tell him, it was physical he could tell .so when his parents machine fails and his friends ask him to go inside to take a picture he doesn’t argue even though he knows how dangerous it could be, knows that many of his parents inventions malfunction or backfire in horrible ways. so he doesn’t notice the protruding wire on the floor and trips pushing the on button on the wall as he tries to stabilize himself. he dies and comes back not knowing that when he came back his brother came back with him.

the bond comes back but it’s weak barley stable only assuring the other that they were alive. both being connected to death, to ectoplasm, danny a halfa and jason a resurrected revrent with a core.

their reunion could go several ways:

1. The Ghost King Way

enter world ending threat that the JL can’t defeat and need to summon the ghost king to defeat. danny apears in all his space obssesed ghost king glory, and instantly feels a connection with this strange man wearing a red helmet standing at the back the same bond he has always felt since he was born. jason also feeling this stange bond is very confused as to why his bond leads to the ghost king. they end up hanging out as their alter egos neither knowing that they are in facr twins, their bond strengthening the longer they spend time together. they first start out hanging out at the watchtower but later start hanging out in gotham, jason finaly has himself declared alive again which makes into the paper, that danny ends up seeing.

2. The Jazz Way

Jazz ends up working at arkham asylum much to her brother’s dismay and manged ti make him promise her not visit for at least a month. que her bumping into jason at the library or a coffee shop and sees what she thinks is danny (who she can also sense because she’s liminal) stalking her after explicitly told him not to follow her to gotham and she is furious, she pulls jason by the ear and starts to lecture him in the middle of the road, ‘i trusted you’ and ‘how could you’ and ‘you promised me’ and ‘why did you dye your hair like that’ ,and jason is like ‘lady who are you?’, his siblings are standing to the side laughing at him. jazz realizes that’s not her brother, she shows them a picture of danny and they all agree that they ate identical, and agree to set up a meeting. when they meet they realize that that’s who their bond conects to.

3. The Ellie Way

ellie is traveling around the world visiting all the famous places and decides to visit gotham and ends up seeing jason thinking he’s danny she barrels into him sreaming ‘DADDY’ and jason is very confused, like WTF, she soon relizes that this isn’t danny despite their ecto- signature being almost exactly the same if not for the weird corruption jason has, but decides to be a troll anyways and pretend that jason is her dad danny. she pretends to be very upset that her daddy doesn’t remember her, and shows them pictures on her phone of her and danny doing father daughter things, cuddling, playing. jason on the other hand thinks ‘oh my god did i have a daughter that i forgot about’. they take her home and run a dna test just incase (ellie is just waching the chaos, she also wants to know why he feels so much like danny) and while not a match for a father it is for a close relative like an uncle. with the her act done ellie tells them about danny and how he was adopted and they realize that their related.

-ellie could either be aged up by vlad or rescued and raised by danny before she was aged up.

*** or it could be dan too, actually it would be way funnier if it was dan. grown ass man proclaiming that you are his father, with photographic evidence. they might think he’s from the future or something. dan it just doing it for shits and giggles.

*** or both, both together is also funny, because they would squabble like the siblings they are and jason would have to act like a dad to make them stop.

4. The Ellie Way 2

in this one it’s better that ellie is not aged up.

after danny let her go on a camping trip with his parents while he goes on a business trip or to attend ghost king duties, ellie is kidnapped by meta children traffickers, after seeing her float for a bit. maddie and jack don’t want danny to worry or be disappointed by them try to find her without telling him. ellie ends up in gotham and ends up rescued by jason, senseing his ectoplasm that feels almost exactly like danny, and clings to him fully believing that he is her dad danny, and the only reason he didn’t find her straight away is because his ecto became corrupted. jason is now stuck with a little girl that insists that he’s her father going off of nothing but that he feels like her father so he’s her father. he ends up taking her to the manor and takes off his helmet and tells her “look at me, do i look like your daddy” to which she insists that yes he is her daddy. so they ask if she knows her dad’s number to which she answers yes, they call danny and tell him that they found his daughter, danny is predictably worried and furious because his daughter had been kidnapped and his parents didn’t tell him, he rushes over and the batfam is like omg they look really identical. of course the reunion between danny and ellie is tear filled, lots of hugs and kiss.

5. The Vacation Way

they go on a vaction to lets say the beach, with all their family, jason with the batboys and batgirls and danny with his parents sister and dan and ellie included.

*** jason and danny go to a food truck to get food with steph and ellie. because of the large amount of food they’re carrying they can’t see so they need some one to guide them back, que ellie and steph taking the wrong twin back to their area. both jason and danny ate very confused, who are you people. both families think that something must have happened because neither twin knows who these people are. danny is confused but all for having more siblings and another father, while jason doesn’t understand why a teenager (ellie) and a full grown man (dan) are calling him dad. they both go back to the food truck so that they could maybe trace the problems back and end up meeting.

*** or they could be swimming and end up in each other’s area.

*** or a volleyball game that got too intense, either from the trained batfam or ghost strenght/ectoplasm enhanced family.

for this it’s funnier if ellie and dan were older.

6. The Business Way

danny started a company with sam and tucker, and is heading to a meet with wayne enterprise in gotham. he gets there a few days early just in case, and goes around site seeing and end up meeting memebers of the batfam along the way, he doesn’t know who these people are but they’re very friendly and it’s freaking him out, meanwhile the batfam are very sad that jason is pretending he doesn’t know them even though they had finally put away their differences. it isn’t until the meeting that they realize no that is not jason. or tim who is ceo could think that jason showing up for the meeting is a very elaborate prank

-random snippets that could fit anywhere-

danny telling jason that he felt him die.

for angst both jason and danny having Y shaped scars.

when talking about their death they find out that when when danny died and came back jason came back with him (i got this from a fic where jason and danny were soulmates on ao3, i don’t remember the name if anyone knows that fic tell me.)

the batboys and girls acting as uncles and aunts to ellie and/or dan.

comparing crazy family shenanigans.

/each way could be an entire fic really but im to lazy to be fully invested in writing these as actual fics with good grammar and consistent updates./

feel free to use these ideas, but tag me if you do i really wanna what others come up with.

[tavolgisvist]

So long ago Was it in a dream, was it just a dream? I know, yes I know Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

(#9 Dream)

Was I just dreaming, was it only yesterday? I used to hold you in my arms

(Real Life)

I thought I could hear, hear Hear, hear Somebody call out my name (John) As it started to rain (John) Two spirits dancing so strange

(#9 Dream)

Picture yourself in a boat on a river* With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

(Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds)

*'The imagery was Alice [Alice in Wonderland] in the boat. And also the image of this female who would come and save me—this secret love that was going to come one day.' (John Lennon, 1980, All We Are Saying by David Sheff)

On a river of sound Through the mirror go around, around I thought I could feel, feel Feel, feel Music touching my soul (nhoJ)** Something warm, sudden cold (nhoJ) The spirit dance was unfolding

(#9 Dream)

**nhoJ and luaP

add to this (mirror) and this (stange dances) and this (looking for you)

for @i-am-the-oyster <33

[episims]

So here's my allowance for this long ramble about why that last pic is important to me. Thank you @esotheria-sims ❤️

I played Jonas' first round knowing he was in a horrid state. He had fled from a mutually abusive relationship fearing for his life (he's never properly admitted that) and must've gone through alcohol withdrawal on his trip to Foxfire. Instead of processing what had happened, he went right back to his old coping mechanisms: numbness and approval drinking and men.

And so he ran into Julian. At the time, Julian was quite disconnected from daily matters and frankly full of himself (as was Jonas). Some might remember that it quickly came up that Julian was some kind of prodigy working on top-secret research.

It made Julian very appealing to Jonas. How to put this in short... approval had only ever meant anything to Jonas when it came from someone with the correct status. He's pulled to authorities and power figures and nothing turns him on like a little power play (by his own rules). Never mind that he already burned his whole life down once by doing exactly that.

But, as history and Esotheria remember, Jonas was impatient and Julian wasn't ready to hop in the bed with a near stranger. So Jonas ended up at this bar to mope about getting struck out.

Cloud, on the other hand, was indeed dating Mel. It worked great for him! It had little potential for anything beyond a casual fling but that's how he prefers it, as carefree as possible. He's that kind of polyamorous person who likes to have all the fun but none of the responsibilities of relationships.

Of course it stang Cloud a bit that Julian kept turning him down, but it wasn't very different from a kid with a bag of candies being sour about not getting a lollipop. He'd be able to get over it.

So I had one sim power-tripping in a self-destructive way and another chasing a permanent sugar rush. But you got to believe it didn't even remotely cross my mind that they could hook up. They have different personalities and Cloud surely isn't a power figure while Jonas is pretty much the opposite of carefree.

Yet I found myself staring at Cloud swooning over Jonas at the same literal second he caught the first glimpse of him.

It was shitty for Julian, of course. He had developed a crush on Jonas, even though he had turned him down. But at this moment, it didn't matter. Cloud wasn't aware that Jonas had been out with Julian and Jonas was clueless that Cloud knew him.

That's the essence of this picture, I think. Cloud and Jonas reacted to each other instantly and undeniably, without having ulterior motives to do so. It was just their in-game chemistry and it was so easy to write, too! Because (even as this is a big cliché): it wasn't the kind of relationship they thought they wanted, but it was the relationship they needed to get off their personal mental treadmills.

With time, it proved to Jonas that an easygoing biologist with more poor jokes than ambition was the most special person he'd ever meet. And it proved to Cloud that facing problems and enduring hardship only made his relationships better, not worse.

For anyone who read all the way here, thanks for joining my Ted talk!

[lestappenforever]

the viaplay picture is even funnier when you notice the locations of the drivers' names and numbers and the logos of the teams they belong to, and the Ferrari logo is next to the number 1 and yet they didn't notice anything stange 😂

Very true!

Not to mention the fact that you can barely even see the Ferrari logo on Charles' picture. 😂

[deathdetermineslife]

hiiii can i ask for things to do if your f/o is a maid/butler :3 (if you’re up to it!!)

ofc!

make a pinterest board of cute outfits they would wear to work!

make a collage or list of items they bring with them to the houses they go to (or, if they're a live in maid, what do they always bring with them?)

do they have a favorite scent of cleaner? make a list of their favorites and least favorites.

if they clean with their hands, make a list of moisturizers they use to keep their hands soft!

if they do cooking as well, make up a menu of what they would make on a day to day basis.

if they do grocery shopping for the people they work for, make a grocery list!

if they wear an apron, whats their routine to clean it? do they iron or steam it?

look into cleaning/cooking tips! it sounds silly, but, it would also be beneficial to you!

if they're a live in maid, find some pictures of what their room would look like!

make a list of some of the more stange orders they've gotten while on the job! or, the most fun!

im unsure of what else to put for this one...

[bubbleteycosplay]

yall are just purely hating amora without a reason at this point

There are actually moments where I wonder if people really know what real hate is!

Why do you think everyone and everyone hates a character?

Where does the belief that everyone hates a character begin?

When you read something where the character in a story is dead?

What if you don't chip the character with your own holy grail and instead chip with other characters?

When you read a picture or something where you portray who it is like that, let alone write it like that. YES, then the person must hate the character so much!

Unfortunately I have to disappoint you, really! I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't hate Amora!

I have been cosplaying Amora since 2020 and have played Amora in several Cosplay Marvel plays since the Comic Cons had to pause due to Corona. I also discussed Amora's career and development with participants long beforehand during a Marvel information workshop. I've been in the Marvel fandom for 23 years and I can tell you what real hate looks like!

Real hate is when no matter what characters do, you get threats over and over again. Being spat on, hit by other fans, having your cosplays intentionally destroyed at cons. When others treat you as a sexual object or you are actually sexually assaulted. If others constantly tell you "This character has to die, he has no right to exist!". If you're afraid to do anything at all for the character or create stories, cosplay or possibilities. This is the quality of life of Sigyn fans and Sigyn cosplayers. That is the word real hate as we can and must experience it on the Internet and cons! But yes, we all hate Amora, which is why a lot of Sigyn cosplay Amora because they hate her. It's a pretty strong contradiction in terms, I hope you notice that yourself!

And another big shocker for you. I chip Sigyn with Amora and a very good friend of mine also cosplays this chip with me. Just like I make Lady Loki cosplay for her when she wears her Amora cosplay! She even does Amora x Doctor Stange or even Amora x Thor with her husband. What a scandal, yes that must be real hatred for a character 🤔

And if you're wondering why Amora dies in one story or another at Sigyn Stories. Isn't it because we hate them! But because it is just as important a part of Marvel and should therefore be part of the possible stories. By the way, we also have stories in which Sigyn dies and Loki ends up with Amora. Or in which Loki kills Sigyn and Amora is the one who avenges Sigyn's death. But yes we all hate them 🤦‍♀️

I love you my Glorious Goddess of Magic.

Amora The Enchantress 😘❤🥰

[azurdlywisterious]

The Brainless Ones

AN: As per this poll here, Sir won so it’s time to unleash her on the Mojave. Bit of a challenge for myself trying to keep Sir’s seven different names straight in a way that’s easy to follow, but I think I did it.

Word count: 1.6k

CW: body horror played for comedy (idk how else to describe sir’s empty head), very unethical scientific practices

My eyes take a second to refocus after I’ve been teleported. The doctors made sure to fit my ears with long range walkie talkies so that I could answer their questions in the moment.

“SHELLEY, DID YOU ARRIVE AT THE CRASHED SATELLITE IN ONE PIECE?” Dr. Klein yells into mic.

“You know, you’ll blow out Azami’s speakers if you keep screaming in her ear like that, Klein,” Dr 0 comments.

“I made it one piece,” I inform them before they continue bickering.

Dr. Dala replies, “I’m so happy to hear my little teddy bear Shiloh is doing well.”

I hear the static of Dr. 8 talking, noises that roughly translate to, “Check the screen in your forearm, Lizabeth.”

So I do. It appears that I have a little map of this desert projected on it. There’s even a little “you are here” dot. I’m assuming it will update as I explore more towns and whatnot.

“And how is my granddaughter Dorothy doing?” Dr. Mobius’s voice crackles in my other walkie talkie set.

“How did YOU even get access to Vera’s communication channels, MOBIUS?!” Dr. Borous yells (though thankfully not as loudly as Dr. Klein).

I interject before another argument starts, “My map says that I’m next to a ghost town named Nipton.”

“REPORT ANYTHING INTERESTING YOU FIND, SHELLEY.”

“This is the Think Tank-” Dr. 0 begins saying before getting cut off.

“And Dr. Mobius!”

Dr 0 sighs, “-and Dr. Mobius, signing off.”

I hear them shut their walkie talkies off, leaving me alone in the Mojave.

My first goal: find an assistant. A lab partner if you will.

I poke around Nipton for a while, taking time to examine the dead lobotomites littering the quiet streets, before inevitably moving on. There’s nothing really of interest here. Radscorpions, maybe, but we have radscorpions back at Big MT. I pick a direction that looks promising and follow the road. It should lead somewhere with at least a couple of live lobotomites.

Eventually I am met with some massive lobotomite adjacent creatures. They’re much more muscular than me and their skin is green too. How peculiar. I snap a couple pictures with my eyes. The Think Tank will be thrilled to have pictures of these creatures in situ.

Before I could even attempt to talk one into coming back to the lab with me, I am met with the end of a club made out of rebar and concrete. Dr. Klein made sure to outfit me with gymnastic procedures, so dodging the club was easy. The LRADs Dr. 8 planted in my palms made quick work of them too. I’ll have to ask him if they can be retuned later. At a lower decibel range it might make good crowd control in order to take potential subjects back alive.

I zap the corpses with my Transportalponder for the doctors to examine later.

After walking a bit longer, I suddenly hear, “SHELLEY! WHAT ARE THESE BIG GREEN THINGS SITTING ON THE FLOOR OF THE THINK TANK?”

“They appear to have once been human,” Dr. Dala hypothesizes, “maybe. I will have to give them a more thorough examination.”

“Please try and keep the formography obsession to a minimum this time,” Dr. 0 whines.

The doctors continue their squabbling, but I don’t interrupt. I find their chatter rather soothing out here in this quiet desert.

Eventually, their chatter subsides as they return to their calculations and experiments, neglecting to close the frequency.

I hear Dr. Dala remark, “So they were human once. Fascinating. What happened to them?”

She must be examining those weird beings I found while walking.

“Dala! Allow ME to examine these STANGE CREATURES from the Mojave!” Dr. Borous interjects.

I turn the walkie talkie frequency off, since it appears that I have found more lobotomites.

Based on the movies Dr. 0 would show me, I can see that that is a rollercoaster attached to a hotel. I have no idea why someone would want to attach a rollercoaster to a hotel, though.

I feel a cool breeze descend upon my skin as the sun goes down. I must have been walking for quite a while.

I see an interesting looking lobotomite leaning up against the side of one of the other buildings. His hair is gray despite his young face. He opens his mouth and a puff of smoke comes out. Cigarettes are another thing I learned from Dr. 0’s movies. That and Dr. Borous’s war stories about his days at American High School.

As I approach this lobotomite, he raises his head from his cigarette.

“Now, what’s a pretty lady like you walking around all by herself this late at night?” he asks me.

“Fascinating,” I mutter to myself. “I didn’t know lobotomites could talk.”

He chuckles at my observation. “Now, last time I checked, I haven’t been lobotomized yet, so you should aim your insults elsewhere.”

“Insults?” I cock my head in confusion. “Are you not a lobotomite? Then what are you?”

“Not much these days.” He puffs another cloud of smoke. “Barely even a man these days.”

He takes another drag off his cigarette and I snap a picture of him with my eyes. I have no reason as to why. I don’t think the Think Tank would really care. But I care? Strange. I’ll have to export that picture with a caption about how I feel. Dr. Mobius would be the most likely to have an answer.

“So, if you’re gonna keep staring at me, can you tell me your name?”

What do I tell this lobotomite? The doctors names for me are theirs to call me. I can’t give him that. So what name should I give him? What other names have I been called?

I’ve got it.

“You can call me-”

“Dorothy!” Dr. Mobius’s sing-songy voice comes in loud and clear through the walkie talkie in my ear. “Have you made a friend? Do be sure to offer him a Mentat for me.”

I pop open my head to fish out a Mentat packet from my cranial cavity. I see the lobotomite’s cigarette fall from his lips as he watches with an expression on his face. I have no idea what expression that is.

I hold the Mentat packet out for him. “Dr. Mobius-”

Dr. Mobius cuts me off again with a clearly fake cough.

I sigh and start over, saying, “Dr. Grandpa Mobius wants me to ask you if you would like a Mentat.”

Before the lobotomite can respond, there’s a loud crash followed by Dr. Mobius hastily saying, “There’s been an accident with the roboscorpions in the lab. I have to go, Dorothy! Ta-ta!”

I realize that my head is still open so I shut it. “Would you like a Mentat?”

“Did… did you just pull that out of your head?”

“Where else would I store Mentats?”

“In your pockets! Or- by jove, what even are you?!”

He brandishes a weapon at me. I’m not to worried, though. I calmly put the Mentat packet in the pocket of my pants.

“9mm pistol,” I say. “Based on how heavy it appears to be with you holding it, you only have one to three rounds left in the chamber. It’s in poor condition, and I can smell the adrenaline seeping through your skin, so you’re more likely to miss. And you’ll need more than three bullets to take me out.”

“How did you-?”

“Likewise, I would rather not fight you. You seem like a perfect lab assistant.”

“Lab assistant?”

I roll my eyes and quickly disarm him. One shot goes off but it embeds itself in the wall.

“Sit down,” I say to him. “Drink some water.”

“If it’s also from your skull, then I’d rather not.”

“Suit yourself.” I shrug and sit down next to him. “What’s your name, lobotomite? Do lobotomites have names?”

“I have a name!” he yells with a force not unlike a soda bottle after the soda’s been shook up. “It’s Beagle. Used to be the deputy of this fine town; but well, things change.”

“Fascinating.”

“That guy’s disembodied voice called you Dorothy. Is that your name?”

“That not a name you get to call me,” I can feel my internal fans starting to whirr. “That’s Dr. Mobius’s name for me. You are not Dr. Mobius.”

“Okay? So what should I call you?”

“You can call me Sir.”

He smiles again. “Why Sir?”

“That’s what the Sink’s Central Processing Unit calls me and is the only name I go by that’s not been claimed by a doctor.”

“You’re one strange girl, Sir.”

“Really?” I cock my head to the side again. “The doctors say I’m quite normal.”

“Normal people don’t pull Mentats out of their heads.”

“What else do normal people do?”

His face flushes a delightfully pink color. “You put me on the spot with that one.”

“You’re saying that you don’t have all the answers?”

He chuckles again. “The people in this town don’t necessarily think I’m the smartest person.”

“Come with me, then.” I extend my hand to Beagle. “Be my science deputy.”

He laughs genuinely at that. “What even is a science deputy?”

“It’s a lab assistant, but I renamed it to sound more enticing.”

I pick up his gun and hand it back to him.

He takes it and says, “Well, I can’t have a big mouthed little lady like you roaming the desert alone. I’ll be your science deputy, Sir.”

“Excellent! We’ll start tomorrow. But first,” I pull that packet out of my pocket, “would you like a Mentat?”

[dissvicious]

Heh, don’t get me wrong I was completely aware of Chopper probably not even having eaten his devil fruit when the triplets where born but honestly I just COULDNT keep him out of this scenario, because the mental image of Red about to deliver, huffing and puffing, Kureha taking a big gulp of whiskey before putting on her gloves, not even bothering to take the cigarette out of her mouth and Buggy sitting in the corner….nervously glancing over at beastform Chopper who just seems to be…. THERE during the entire thing, sometimes assisting by bringing over towels or instruments, just sends me.

(But the idea of them meeting up years later and Chopper getting to have a proud Doctor ™️ moment at not only being recognized again but also at seeing the kids he helped bring into the world all be grown and healthy is… very very cute.)

Ok so you have to know I spent... Time doing maths to see how I could fit this in my AU timeline because... It's so funny and wholesome. Chopper age timeline is kinda blurry after all......

And yeah having Buggy assist to the whole scene would be hilarious but picture this.

Buggy and Red took some vacations on a snowy island to rest before the delivery. Buggy just planned to enjoy some time and relax with his pregnant girlfriend but the baby seemed to come earlier than planned. So here he is, waiting in this .... Stange old woman cabinet.... He wish he could have assist to the ceremony but after he yelled at her that she has to give Red painkiller as soon as possible otherwise he would tear her in pieces, he's banned to the waiting room. Nervous. Suddenly, a baby scream is heard. It's here ! It's finally here ! He's ready to become a father...

Emotion submerge him as the door open...

And a reindeer, bestial form chopper, walk out of the room holding a basket with two redhair babies with bright red nose crying and screaming their lunges in it.

Buggy tries to process the situation. He's a father. He had twins. Those twins are bring to him by a reindeer. As he takes the basket and tries to understand what happens with his life, the reindeer TALK to him :

"The third one is on the way!"

Buggy heart skip a beat and his limbs fall on the ground.

No more rum for at least a year.

(years later when the triplets meet Tony Tony chopper with the strawhat and Red explains casually how he was the little assistant of the doc who delivered them, buggy get PTSD flashbacks)

[thedurvin]

Great news for a very specific type of person: OpenLibrary has some of the old SubGenius stuff, including the VERY rare “Three-Fisted Tales of “Bob”” by Rev. Ivan Stang, a series of short stories set in the SubGenius mythos, providing a much clearer picture of their world than you usually get from their ‘parody of church pamphlets, conspiracy tracts, and advertising’ walls of text with collage illustrations. It’s the first time I’ve seen them humanize “Bob”; rather than the abstract embodiment of salesmanship, he’s more of a friendly trickster, Doctor Who played by Jon Hamm, kindly, red-blooded, stupid.

If you’re not familiar with the Church of the SubGenius I genuinely don’t know how to explain it and I have no idea if this would be a good place to start or not

[everydayzefron]

Some facts about Zac Which you may or may not know!:

1. He turned down a big record deal.

Jesse McCartney said Zac turned down a record deal, with six zeros attached to the end of it (huge $ offer) Due to his preference for acting. The deal wanted him to put out a solo album. Not sure how many offers he got, but it is known Simon Cowell of all people wanted to sign Zac.

Additionally it was Zac’s love for singing that opened the door for him into the acting world.

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2. He knows how to play the piano.

Growing up Zac has mentioned a few times very briefly that he knows how to play the piano extremely well. He took piano lessons as a kid, and it was his piano teacher who took notice of how talented he was and helped aspire his parents to get him involved in auditioning for roles.

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3. Taylor Swift herself taught him how to play guitar.

Even though he knew how to play piano quite well, Zac said he struggled with learning how to play the guitar. He stated his previous attempts have all been failures and nobody could teach him. Up until Taylor Swift of all people (who he calls a legend) volunteered to teach him. Since being taught by Taylor, Zac continued working on his guitar skills and has said he knows how to play almost every song with the four chords Taylor taught him. One of his go to songs he learned to play is Santeria. All thanks to Taylor Swift for being an incredible guitar teacher, according to Zac.

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4. He has frog hands.

Picture is self explanatory!

5. He’s into song writing! Says he wants to write his own album one day or even a musical!

One thing a lot of people don’t know about Zac is his interest in songwriting, or rapping. While working on his comedy film, ‘Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates’ Zac wrote (and is credited on) for writing ‘Stang Life’ which is an offical sound track song for the film. Zac additionally raps on the track. The lyrics are understandable if you watch the film, as it’s film-based inspired lyrics. Zac also co-wrote his collaboration parody duet with Taylor Swift and wrote Vanessa Hudgens a song for her birthday.

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6. He likes to write poems, and loves to paint & draw which he does really well.

A Zac fact that most people don’t know but something he mentions often is his love for poetry & painting/drawing which he is good at.

His (now removed, or faded) feather tattoo on his bicep was actually designed (drawn) by entirely him. Which he once mentioned in an interview.

Quote: “I actually designed it (tattoo). I like to sketch - it’s my favourite medium. I’ve done drawings and paintings for girls, but mostly I do comic books. Sometimes it’s just nice to put thought.”

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7. He is super nerdy which was a big shock to Zendaya.

In an interview while doing press for The Greatest Showman, Zendaya shared her first impressions on Zac. She never expected that Zac would be what she calls a “super nerd” since he’d go on telling her about Stranger Things, which he’d passionately deep dive about. Growing up, Zac wasn’t the popular kid in school, and sometimes bullied. Although he did community theatre which was an escape for him. His teacher once described him as “shy and quiet” and spoke about his passion and determination for acting.

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8. He did extremely well in school growing up, with high grades and never slacked off. Leading him to be accepted into the University of Southern California (USC) & University of California Los Angeles (UCLA)

Pretty self explanatory. Zefron is very smart, especially since USC has a very low acceptance rate. Always has been. Zac not only was a top performer in arts but also academically. Friends of his past said he would take studying very seriously since he doesn’t slack off anything he does.

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9. He is a huge animal lover! Who grew up with his Siamese cat Simon, and two dogs, Dreamer and Puppy.

This one is a more obvious fact! Since there are plenty of interactions with animals, since he is a big time animal lover. One of the very first pets he owned was a kitten he called ‘Cucko Kitty’ it was a kitten Zac found as a stray & rescued.

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10. He played on a baseball team while growing up and has a signed baseball from Dusky Baker.

Before he got into theatre, and singing & dancing. Baseball was one of the sports Zac would play growing up! Dusky Baker is also one of the players who signed his ball when Zac was only a kid. Promising after 35 minutes he’d return from church to sign it, which he did.

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11. He had a very large gap between his teeth while growing up, and has a whole lot of freckles!

His gap may be fixed nowadays! But time to time when he doesn’t wear his retainers his signature gap between his teeth makes a small comeback! Other than the bright eyes and gap, Zac also has a freckles all over his nose and freckles on his cheeks too.

[beanghostprincess]

Like I already said, I love how you see Buggy. I can so understand him and his reaction after the flashback. But there is something about Shanks in that moment that keeps me thinking. Everytime we see young Shanks he seems so determinded and happy for the future and he clearly sees him sailing with Buggy together.

But after Rogers death something seems to change in him. And his reaction to Buggy is a bit stange. He doesn´t just say they are not ready yet, something I think Buggy would have undestood. It´s as if there is something that bothering him, his carfree demeanor seems odd, like he tries to hide his true feelings. And I´m not sure if it is just Rogers death that let him think that he isn´t ready.(which would be reason enough) Remember, the Marines didn´t catch Roger he let them catch him. And I Iike to think Buggy and Shanks know that, because of what we see from them at Rogers execution.

And then there is that one picture where Shanks is crying in Rogers arms. Did he just tell him that he will leave, did he tell him he was sick? Or was there more? It wouldn´t be the first time, we think we know what happened just to later learn that there is more.

Shanks is still a mystery and I hope that one day we learn his side of view of what happened. But one thing is clear, he hasn´t forgotten Buggy and I don´t think he forgott his promise to Buggy. (Promises are very importent in One Piece)

Wow, that got longer than I thought. I just find this two so intresting, that I can´t stop thinking and rambling about them.

I love how Shanks is this mysterious character that has some deep, dark background we don't know anything about because it makes people think he's this evil and powerful entity and I'm just like- Wouldn't it be funny if he was just a good guy but with a secret that's been haunting him for years and actually the one who has been suffering the most bc of it it's just himself? We joke a lot about Shanks missing Buggy, but losing his best friend the same day his captain dies must've been pretty fucked up. And yeah, I also think there's something going on with him and it happened around that time, so let's just wait and see what Oda has planned for him!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi hello writer's block is kicking my butt so I'm turning to polls in hopes that it'll help.

So, I have about 6 requests in the WIP stage, some more finished than others. I want to finish at least one so I'll have three fics to post soon, but it's been a struggle ^_^'

And so:

More details on each WIP below the cut!

Option one: Requested by @/myreygn: Mattsun has wild taste in movies that usually leave the watcher in a state of Mindf*ckery. Kuroo doesn't get it and keeps asking questions, distracting him. Tickly shenanigens ensue.

Option Two: Requested by Anon: Kiawe accidentally spills strange incense on himself upon returning to his mountain spot. His Pokemon get a nice strong wiff of it and close in to investigate further, leading to the fire gym leader victim to some unexpected tickles!

Option Three: Requested by Anon: Baji is in a sudden ler mood and decides to take it out on Chifuyu; leading to what will forever be known as: "The Wreckening".

Option Four: Requested by Anon: Douma's bored without any immediate things to do and decides to play with Rui. A game of Hide and Seek is declared with a giggly twist!

Option Five: Requested by Anon: Asta decides to tickle Leopold, leaving our fire mage a giggly mess of laughter and Yuno left with the oddest feelings of jealousy.

Option Six: Requested by @/yae-mikko: Sae is a man who's good at remaining neutral. That is until Shidou enters the picture. Shenanigans ensue when the duel haired man wants to make his usually stoic boyfriend smile.

[elena-captain-of-the-stars]

A small drabble of after the Defection, where Elena and her Chief Engineer continue their work to find Beth after her disappearance

"Captain?" The words came out relatively quiet for the person who said them. Ewan Alsotte, the Chief Engineer of the Justicia stood in the doorframe, looking like he was about to give some bad news.

Captain Tarunt sighed as she beckonned him in to the Ready Room, putting her dataslate down for just a moment.

"A dead end, then." She said as he sat himself down. Had it not been, his introduction would have been vastly more animate and she knew it.

"I'm sorry." He confirmed, sighing before he continued. "Even our contacts on Tandis IV haven't had hide nor hair. And that's after paying them off something rotten." A thick silence fell, Elena not even looking at him as she kept her eyes down. "I guess . . Good news is we've gotten enough intel to make them think we were just harvesting our sources. Command don't care for now what we're up to."

Even with the supposed good news, the silence stuck, longer than it was welcomed. Another dead end in a sea of threads. She closed her eyes, it was hard to keep hold of hope, but she had to fix a broken promise. A promise to keep her safe.

"Even Lancer's got nothing. He said he'll keep his ear to the ground, but Sullust is still keeping him busy as ever." Hearing the name of the Lieutenant who used to be her aide before Beth was only a little jarring. Perhaps any other time she would have asked how he had been. She recalled her surprise in hearing his name in the circles once again, that him going MIA on Sullust wasn't all it had been made to seem, but was also his defection. She should have seen it coming, but didn't. Just like she should have seen this coming, but didn't.

The thoughts swirled around her mind, trying to desperately consider what choices were left, what more she could do. There was only one thing and the thought terrified her.

"Maybe we should contact Overser Vahlen." She suggested, her voice low as she continued to look at her dataslate intently, not seeing Ewan's eyes widen at the suggestion.

"Stang-! Sorry, Ma'am, she's Imperial. And even the untrustworthy bastards of brass would say it's an insult to include her in the untrustworthy bastard community!"

"I know, but . . . She isn't Imperial. She lied about being a Jedi in the Clone Wars, remember? Her and her Padawan? And I really don't think she has loyalty to the Empire, either. She's playing her own game, Ewan, I don't . . . And I don't see any other choice. All of our assets can't even find Beth since Fondor. She isn't trustworthy, no, but . ."

She recalled the Overseer, that smile that put you on edge, the web of lies that spun so effortlessly, the terrible 'little errands' she requisitioned the Justicia for, the things that were done in the facilities Vahlen commanded. Little and terrible, dangerous, not much in comparison to the big names, but enough. With all the games that the woman played, Elena couldn't even begin to consider her as trustworthy, or useful. But, desperate times . . .

Ewan sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "I don't like this, Captain. But, I guess you're right. Do you know how to get hold of her?"

"She has an Office on Callisto. Get Rosale to find out where, and secure a line." The voice of a Captain bled through for just a moment as she gave the order, rather than the tired voice of just Elena. "I'll give you instructions on how to encrypt it the Judicial Department way. It's outdated but should still work and would only put ourselves at risk if it doesn't. And I think . . Well, I think she'll recognise it if so."

Ewan tapped the table as he got up and nodded. "Aye." He answered, heading for the door. "I hope you know what you're getting into, involving her. Not much gives me this bad feelin' Ma'am, but she certainly does." And with that, her Chief Engineer left the Ready Room, leaving the Captain alone with her dataslate, as she turned it back on. The picture of Beth flickered alight and it was all Elena could do as she continued to stare at it, a hand gently stroking down the screen as if trying to get to her Yeoman's cheek to brush that one strand of hair out the way.

"I never should have let you leave this room." She whsipered, closing her eyes as she hung her head in defeat, doing her best yet failing once more to stop her tears from escaping.

"I'm sorry."