#still beyond belief that this is literally out the back of my house :')

[w0lfspider]

wild Carneddau ponies in the snow

[butmakeitgayblog]

god that gif set goes so crazy every time, no one is doing it like them. Heda wanted her SO. BAD. ‼️

Listen I get it ok. I was there in the camp of losing my fucking mind when this happened. But man I just... it's a shame that we get so lost in the gay sauce over this moment —

— that we really don't give enough credit to the rest of what's going on

Cuz like,,, at no point was Lexa actually afraid of Clarke. She'd just had her storm her ass into her tent in the midst of a hissy fit while holding a gun to a warrior's back, and Lexa's only response was to be offended that her makeup regimen got interrupted

Literally the girl was not fazed beyond just, "... what the fuck 😒?" And you know that because Clarke continued following her around the tent while they argued, HER PISTOL STILL VERY MUCH IN HAND, and the whole time Lexa is just flat out sassing tf out of her.

I just cannot stress enough how not at all intimidated by Clarke Lexa was.

But when Clarke called her out on her facade of having no feelings? When she blatantly called her a liar for pretending that she didn't care about the losses of her loved ones as deeply as she clearly did???

That's when Lexa's demeanor changed.

That's the moment Clarke became a danger.

Not because she ever thought Clarke would physically hurt her, but because she knew in that moment that Clarke actually saw her.

And it terrified the hell out of her.

Because you have this strong, fearless warrior. One who has accepted the reality of her own death since she was a child. One who has done everything she can to push away everyone and anything that makes her feel vulnerable. One who has spent years trying to bury all these feelings that she's convinced herself are a weakness.

And then this smartass, reckless, blonde little 👏menace👏to👏society just takes the very boot that Lexa had given her, and kicks the whole thing down.

And you see that in that moment. Not a fear for her safety or any intimidation of Clarke. You see that brave little toaster trying to keep it together while feeling the entire house of cards come tumbling down.

Because she already cared about Clarke. She admits that only a moment later. Because she is emotionally flailing here.

Desperately clinging to this mask with her normally regal tip of her chin that now only manages to come off shaky and unsure.

Every step she backs up is another piece of that facade falling, but she can't stop it because if she lets Clarke actually touch her, then that facade wouldn't just fall.

It would completely shatter.

And oh, oh this sweet summer child. She tries so valiantly one last time to save herself. Back pressed against the table, and clinging to her belief that to be alone is to be strong. But that snarled "Get. Out." through beared teeth and trembling lips is nothing more than the death rattle of that mantra, because the damage has already been done. Because the second Clarke even begins to include herself in that people that Lexa says she doesn't care about, Lexa immediately has to correct her.

Cuz the jig is up, and she knows it. Clarke has invaded her lands, stomped her way into her personal space, and terrifyingly made a place for herself in Lexa's very fragile heart.

And there was just nowhere left to run.

[oscinhaslandito]

Bloody Chaos

Warning: ik some of the parts are a little out of touch and unrealistic but it's all in good fun for chaos please don't send hate

Y/N wakes up feeling a little off, but she assumes it's just morning hunger. She slowly pulls the covers off, trying not to wake Oscar, when she sees it— a huge bloodstain pooling underneath her on his crisp white sheets.

Panic sets in. Her eyes widen in horror, her breath catches in her throat, and before she can think, a small, accidental shriek escapes her lips.

Oscar, still half-asleep, grumbles and shifts next to her. "What? Who died?"

"ME. I JUST DIED. LOOK AT THE SHEETS."

Oscar cracks one eye open, blinking in the dim morning light. His gaze drops to the stain, then drifts lazily back to Y/N. "Oh. Okay. No big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL??" Y/N screeches, face heating up in mortification. "I JUST BLED ALL OVER YOUR BED, OSCAR."

He rubs his face, sitting up, looking frustratingly unbothered. "Babe, it's fine. Happens, right? At least we know we don’t need Plan B pills after last night, now."

Y/N gasps, launching a pillow at his face. "I AM GOING TO END YOU, PIASTRI."

Oscar catches the pillow mid-air, smirking, before suddenly reaching over and scooping Y/N into his arms.

"Oscar! Put me down!"

"Nope. You’re going straight to the shower. I’ll handle the bed."

Y/N kicks and squirms, but he carries her effortlessly, striding into the bathroom. He places her down inside the shower, steps back, and before she can react—he shuts the door and locks it with a chair under the handle.

"Oscar, what the hell?!"

"You’re not escaping until you shower," he calls out. "I got this covered."

Y/N bangs on the door, mortified beyond belief. "OSCAR, WAIT—I DON’T HAVE ANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS."

Silence.

Then, the distant sound of music turning on from the speakers outside the bathroom.

Y/N groans. "You have got to be kidding me."

Thirty minutes later…

Oscar finally realizes his mistake, sheepishly jogging up the stairs.

"Oh shit, you're right, you need hygiene products."

Y/N, still trapped in the bathroom, is one second away from combusting. "YA THINK?!"

He sprints out of the house, drives thirty minutes to the store, and returns looking way too pleased with himself as he holds up a pack of… cotton balls.

Y/N blinks at him. "Oscar. What is that?"

"Tampons," he declares proudly.

She stares at him, then at the literal pack of cotton balls in his hands. "Oscar, those are cotton balls."

"Yeah! That’s what tampons are, right? Like, little cotton things? You just… y'know… use them?" He gestures vaguely.

Y/N buries her face in her hands. "Oh my god."

Oscar tilts his head. "What? My mum told me once they’re just cotton you put in there when you’re bleeding."

Y/N groans. "Oscar. No. No, no, no. That is not how it works."

A pause.

"Oh."

Another pause.

"In my defense," Oscar adds, scratching the back of his head, "I moved to a different country super early, and I went to an all-boys boarding school. How was I supposed to know? No one ever taught me tampon science."

Y/N gapes at him. "Tampon science?"

Oscar nods solemnly. "I feel like this should’ve been in the curriculum."

Y/N sighs. "Just… go back and get the right thing. And for the love of god, get pads."

Another trip to the store later…

The moment he returns with actual pads—albeit the smallest size possible—Y/N finally emerges from the bathroom, exhausted and grumpy. She snatches the bag from his hands and rifles through it, her irritation bubbling over when she sees the tiny pads.

"Oscar, why are these so small?"

He shrugs. "I thought it was like clothes sizing."

Y/N exhales sharply, staring at him in sheer disbelief. "Oscar. That is not how this works."

Oscar scratches the back of his head. "Should I go back again?"

Y/N crosses her arms. "What do you think?"

Cue another thirty-minute round trip, and this time, Oscar returns with an assortment of pads in every possible size. The cashier had apparently given him a knowing look, and he'd fled the store in mild humiliation.

The rest of the day…

Oscar spends every second trying to make Y/N laugh, but she’s not having it.

Determined to make her feel better, he insists on making her tea, only to immediately burn himself on the kettle. Y/N watches, unimpressed, as he yelps and shakes his hand dramatically.

"Are you okay?" she deadpans.

"I need a hospital," he groans, clutching his wrist like he’s just lost a battle.

"You need common sense."

Later, as a final attempt at redemption, he announces that he’s going to bake her a cake.

"Do you even know how to bake?" she asks, still skeptical.

"No," he says with a confident grin, "but how hard can it be?"

Famous last words.

By the time he’s done, the kitchen looks like a war zone, flour is in his hair, and the cake is…questionable. The batter somehow ended up on the ceiling, and the frosting is a runny mess, but Oscar beams at his masterpiece like he’s just won a Michelin star.

"Tada!" he says proudly, presenting the lopsided cake to Y/N.

She raises an eyebrow. "Oscar… is it supposed to look like that?"

"Absolutely," he lies.

Y/N sighs, gives in, and takes a bite. It's terrible. But when she looks up at Oscar, who's watching her expectantly, his face full of hope, she swallows it down.

"Good, right?" he grins.

"Mmm," she hums, forcing a smile.

He narrows his eyes. "You hate it."

"I love it," she corrects, even as she struggles to chew. "Best cake ever."

Oscar leans forward, smirking. "You’re lying to spare my feelings."

"Duh."

With a laugh, he pulls her into his arms, ignoring her protests. "Well, too bad, because you’re stuck with me forever. Period stains, terrible cake, and all."

Y/N groans but doesn’t push him away. Because at the end of the day, despite all the chaos, she’s maybe—just maybe—falling in love with this sweet menace of a man.

[llilyrose]

Doodle for @the-bitter-ocean's In Cycles and Cessation au!!!!! (Alt. Version and writing under the cut!!)

{You pat the spot next to you.}

{They take it, albeit a bit hesitantly.}

"Mira? What's, um... What's this about?"

{What's this about, indeed...}

>"You like the stars, don't you?"

{They hum, simply.}

"... Yeah."

>"Well,"

{In the past you've struggled with sharing your thoughts, and the processes that lead to them. There's just -- there's SO MUCH going on in there!}

{At least you're good at remembering lines.}

>"I've noticed that you like to skygaze. A lot. And, you know, there's nothing wrong with that! But."

>"But you're not cloudgazing. Isabeau told me you're looking at the stars - the twinkly things in the sky?"

{He nods. It's permission.}

>"He also told me that, er, that thing you say sometimes - it roughly translates to stars in Vaugardian."

{He nods again, though it's more reserved. It's still permission. You haven't messed up yet. You continue.}

>"So I thought!! Um!!! Maybe you would want to skygaze with me?"

{Their smile is fond.}

"Mira. You didn't have to go out of your way..."

{No! You do!!! You absolutely do, because you know this means a lot to them, you know they're yearning, you're achingly familiar with their anxieties --}

{Change!! He won't even let you help him if you don't get anything out of it yourself!}

{... It feels like cheating. A bit selfish, to impose your problems on him, in a moment that's meant to be his. So you'll just... repeat your lines. Repeat it, Mira.}

>"The stars. Are they important to you?"

{Silence drags on. You hear the rustling of fabric. You're not sure if he's rubbing his arms or shifting to get a better view of the sky.}

{The lack of response urges you to bring a nail to your teeth. You make the beginnings of the motion, but Siffrin interrupts you before you get the chance.}

"Kind of. I think? I'm not ... entirely sure."

{It's the same thing they've always said.}

{The lack of change hurts you. The lack of change is comforting.}

{You...}

>"It's okay."

{A breeze brushes past you. It drowns out the gentle sounds of their breath.}

>"This kind of thing is . . . complicated. For me, too, if you can believe it."

{Hook. You hear him turning his head towards you, curiously.}

>"The change belief is home, for me. Growing up in a House of Change, of course, probably influenced a lot of my thinking, but."

>"As important as change is, as close as this ever-shifting belief sits to my heart, I have a complicated relationship with it."

>"The housemaidens... each of them has Changed, at least once. We have festivals to embrace it! And I'm happy for them! I'm so, so happy for them."

>"But I'm disappointed. In myself, I think? Because... Because I haven't changed. Or, I have changed, but I've never Changed, capital-C."

{Line. You hear a disgruntled "hrmpf" from beside you. You keep going.}

>"And nobody is pressuring me. I don't have to. But, I feel like- in this belief, this belief that revolves entirely around changing myself, changing the core of my being, into something completely different, completely new-"

>"I like me as I am, Siffrin."

>"But sometimes it feels like I'm missing out on key experiences in my culture."

>"So... yeah. It's complicated. These things are complicated. It's okay to be complicated."

>"Is it-- are the stars something like that, to you?"

{Sinker. You look back, and Siffrin is staring at you, sadly. He notices you looking, though, and shifts his gaze back towards the sky. The stars. They're thinking.}

"... Yeah."

{They pause. You wait. You'll give them the time.}

{You have plenty of it! Hahahahaha!!!!!!!}

{No. Positive. It's okay.}

"It's complicated for me, too."

"You like to say I'm easygoing. I think it's just the way I was raised."

"To say I follow my belief is more literal than anything."

"The Universe leads. We follow."

>"The Universe?"

{Wait for your cue.}

"The Universe. It's... everything. It's everything at once, and also everything beyond?"

"It's... the stars, in the sky, I think. It's the waves crashing onto a beach, the whistle of wind in your ears."

"It's not like everything is predetermined. We just... if something goes wrong, or you think you see a sign, you can throw your arms up and say 'the Universe willed it.' And you wouldn't be wrong."

"I... don't really like that idea? That some higher force makes the decisions for me. That I can't shape who I am on my own."

"I don't like the idea that-..."

{They snap their mouth closed. You don't miss the way their voice cracked.}

{It hurts. It hurts you every time. Every time you help them it just resets. You're not sure how many more times you can do this.}

{It's like all your change never mattered in the first place...!}

>"You don't have to share, if you don't want to!!!"

{You won't complete his quest if you do this. You won't get his ability if you do this. You won't be family if you do this. But you can't anymore. You can't.}

{But.}

"... It's okay. I just..."

{There's no backdoor anymore.}

{Your gut clenches as they speak the words you've toiled over for loops, now.}

"I don't like the idea that forgetting everything about my culture was for some greater purpose. I don't want that. I don't want to forget who I was, I don't want to forget who I am, I don't want to forget you! Any of you!"

{His voice is wet. Something pangs in your chest.}

"If forgetting is all I can do, if forgetting like this is the path set out for me, then..."

"What kind of person can't remember their home? Their childhood? What is a person without their memories?"

"is this what the Universe wanted from me? Is this all I'm for?"

{You've heard it all before.}

{And yet. And yet.}

>"Don't talk about yourself like that!"

{He flinches. You yelled! Why did you yell???}

>"You don't...! You don't deserve to treat yourself like that!"

{You can't stop yourself. The thoughts you bite back flow out of you like a river.}

>"'What kind of person am I without my memories?' You're Siffrin, that's who! With or without your memories, we love you as you are, the person you are!"

{You pause. He's scared of you, isn't he? You're being loud. Too loud. You're derailing the conversation.}

{Change is good. Change should be good. But it feels like every time you try to change your situation, it bites you back and turns tail!}

{You messed it up, you messed it up, you--}

{You feel a tug on your heart.}

~~

"-is this all I'm for?"

{You smile, softly.}

>"Of course not, Siffrin."

{He tenses. You always notice it.}

>"You... don't have to deal with this alone. Why didn't you tell me? Or anyone?"

"It-"

{They pull their hat over their face.}

"It, um... didn't really matter."

{It still hurts you. That he didn't think he could tell you.}

>"We'll never forget you, Siffrin. And you'll never forget us, either. I'm sure of it."

>"Memories or not... you belong here. With us. We love you, you know that, right?"

{They shrink back, flustered. It hurts. You've seen it before. You've seen it.}

>"If you're so worried about your lack of memories, we'll just... make new ones!!! Together!!!"

>"You're not alone in this anymore. You're here, with us, and we have a future to look forward to, together."

{He's crying.}

{That look in their eyes. You know.}

{You know he knows he is loved.}

{You hate that you're getting tired of it.}

[repulsiveliquidation]

hey :) first of all love love love your writing, literally never fails to make me drip lol

also don’t know if youre up for ideas atm but if you are i have an idea for a short (or long) leah blurb based on THAT suit. i can’t get this scenario out of my head: her coming home after the event and riding r’s strap with her open shirt and the tie still around her neck. and just her being needy and desperate to cum.

good excuse.

Leah Williamson x Reader [SMUT! blurb.] not formatted, I did this on my phone. God my head is burning from the bleach. Hope you like this one, that suit was 😩😮‍💨

“You dressed love?”

“Yes, can you help me with my tie?”

“Mm, c’mere.”

You stand in front of here, undoing her collar and tying her tie for her. She smiles, you lean in and give her a kiss.

“There. All done. You look smashing babe.”

“I’ve had it in my wardrobe for a while but I needed a good excuse to wear it, today seemed fitting.”

“You look hot. Like you mean business.”

“You go be a pretty girl on the red carpet and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of after babydoll.”

//

Leah comes home way past midnight, a little tipsy from the celebratory drinks she’s had with the girls for Mary’s big win. Alex drops her off, grinning when Leah throws herself at you and immediately starts kissing your neck.

“You’ve got an interesting night ahead of ya. She couldn’t stop talking about coming home to you and having some fun.”

“She did, did she? Naughty Leah, discussing our bedroom habits in public.”

Alex leaves with a loud chuckle, yelling about how she didn’t want to know any more than Leah had already blabbed. Leah had started to strip already, her shirt half open and tie partially undone.

She stands in the door frame, blonde hair framing her face. Her curves are illuminated by the dim lighting throughout the house, casting a soft glow around her magnificent body.

“Hi baby, missed me?” She asks, sauntering over to you while sensually swaying her hips.

“Mhm, did you have a good time angel?”

“The best. But I missed you.” She whines, arms wrapping around your neck with a pout on her lips. “Mary won, did you see?”

“Yes darling, watched the whole thing lovey.” You tell her, gently picking her up. She wraps her legs around your waist, kissing your neck gently.

“Looked so pretty on the red carpet, my girl. Made me jealous I couldn’t go with you.”

“Next time, I’m just gonna bring you with me. Don’t care who sees. Wanna look pretty on your arm.” She slurs as you sit on the edge of the bed. She crawls off your lap, kneeling in front of you. She nudges her head into your lap, resting her head against your thigh. You stroke her hair, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“What did you tell Alex and the girls we were going to do, sweetheart?”

“Told them I wanted to ride your cock. Maybe have you pound into me from behind while holding the tie because I’m a slut.”

Alcohol made Leah Williamson bolder than she already was. A direct Leah always got what she wanted.

“How about we make that little dream of yours come true hm?”

You stand, pulling out your strap. She liked this one, it filled her in all the right places. You strip and put it on, she watches with glossed over eyes. You sit back down on the bed, she presses her face back into your crotch and begins to kiss the toy. Her lips wrap around the tip, sucking softly.

You run your fingers through her hair as she sucks, her eyes locked onto yours. Your hand rests behind her head, pulling her onto the cock more. She gags, pulling away and grinning.

“I love that sound baby,” you tell her, leaning down to her ear, “do it again.”

She nods hard, sucking deeper on your cock. She gags three more times, slurping noisily on the spit-covered toy. You pull her up, kissing her passionately. She immediately clambers into your lap, cock nudged against her pussy.

Three fingers slip into her, meeting little to no resistance as she’s aroused beyond belief. You grin, fingertips pressed to her sweet spot.

“Oh darling, you’re soaked.”

“Please baby, really need your cock…”

“It’s all yours, baby girl. Go on and ride it, I know you wanted to.”

She suddenly climbs off your lap, turns around and grabs your cock. She whines as she slides down onto it, gripping your thighs tight as she begins to ride.

“Oh fuck…!”

Leah bounces harder, throwing her head back as your cock brushes up against all those lovely little spots inside her. She cries out for you, grasping your knees tighter. You have a tight grip on her waist, helping her ride as your eyes never leave the place you’re both connected to.

A hard spank to her ass makes her legs give out, slumping back onto you. She’s panting and whining, before your hands pull her legs open and pick her up while standing.

You open her legs and hold her up, thrusting up and bringing her down on your cock. She screams, one hand holding onto you as the other fondles her dripping clit.

“Fuck, fuck, please!”

You move her onto the bed, arching her back deep as you immediately begin to pound into her. You grab the spot-soaked tie around her neck and pull on it tight, fucking into her pussy roughly.

With a leg propped up on the bed, you angle into her sweet spot, she cries out and desperately tries to find something to hold onto. You pull her back against your chest, hips grinding into you sweet spot.

“This what you were telling our friends we were going to do baby?”

“Y-Yes!” She croaked out.

“You’re gonna come for me, hm? Gonna come all over my cock, Leah?”

“Fucking hell, yes!”

You pick up the pace, gripping the tie and her arms tight behind her, pushing her back down onto the bed on her front. You bruisingly grip her hips instead, hips jack-hammering into her sloppy pussy.

“Y/N!” she screams, coming hard. She shudders and smiles in pleasure, your hips gently turning into a deep grind to drag out her high.

She slumps into the bed satisfied as you pull out and begin to clean her up.

All tucked into your side in bed, she slips her leg between yours and holds on tight. She’s got fluids in her and two Advils on the bedside table for when she wakes up with a little hangover.

“I love you,” she mumbles quietly into your neck, eyes heavy with sleep.

“I love you too, my girl,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss on her temple, “sweet dreams, my silly girl.”

[ornii]

Greetings,could i request Lucy Maclean x Male reader?,Thanks

Funny enough I was gonna do a short series on it anyway. Cause God Damn Ella Purcell takes the cake in beauty. So here’s—

The Wasteland Love Guide #1

Part 1: The Couriers Eye

Love, Betrayal, and tale as old as time.

Dim lit, you awoke in the rank scent of a sewer. The cold concrete against your back you felt a beating pain in your face. You sat up, the beating pain was too much to bear and you felt your face, and you felt, something in your.. eye. “Fuck..” you mumbled, pushing yourself up you looked around, it was too dim to make out anything specific, adding blindness only made it worse.

You literally had to shake off the potential concussion and walked along the concrete wall to a large exit, stumbling out you felt sand in your palms and and fingernails. Stumbling out into the sandy beach you looked around for any form of help. It was nearly endless sand, besides a few rundown houses. You walk your way towards it, trying to remember the last day of your life to recall what Happened, but nothing came to mind. Pushing a door open into a rundown place you spotted a furnace. Somehow the water was running.

You cleaned up your face and painfully washed the blood off your face. Breaking up old floorboards and wood you tossed it into the furnace to start a fire. Giving you minimal light you checked your body for any open wounds or cuts. None you can see thankfully. Sitting down near the fire you calm yourself and relax, and try to sleep off the pain. Nightmares echo and scream in your head, and in the last moments of your nightmare, you could remember one face.

Moldaver.

Your eyes open to a face, of a woman trying to see if you were still alive, panic kicks in and you push her away and reached for a weapon, a baseball bat. You cocked back and gripped the handle ready to swing, before you could, the barrel of a syringe gun was right at your neck. You had no idea just what it could have and taking the risk of acid or drugs shot into you would be bad. The moment was silent, only the cracking fire illuminating both of you. You clenched the bats grip hard, and you spoke sternly.

“I don’t have anything you want… why are you here?” You asked.

“I just wanted to see if you were alive. You, don’t look so good.” She responded, you noticed what she was wearing, a vault suit. It’s a dumb question but it was the only question you could muster. “You a vault dweller?” You said in disbelief, she dusts herself off, and actually stood up to shake your hand.

“Yes! I’m Lucy.” She smiled, you still in disbelief and probably losing blood, slowly put the bat down and shook her hand. “Are you here alone? I just need help looking for my Father.”

“Why are you.. telling me all this? I can’t even think straight.” You sit back down, holding your head.

“It’s probably hard to think straight with metal in your eye.” She said, and knelt down in front of you.

“You seem a bit, hurt.. but you also know your way around the place. I can help you with your eye if you can help me.” Lucy offered a deal you probably don’t have the luxury to deny. “Fine..” you relented. “How bad is it?” You asked her, Lucy leaned in to look at your eye, you saw her made a face that you didn’t particularly like.

“What?” You said.

“Damage mostly to the eye itself, your cornea is probably intact!” She said with hope for whatever reason, “thanks? Can you just take the metal out?” You replied. Lucy nods and begins to unravel her pack of shit she had. Small tweezers and bandage gauze. What proceeded was pain beyond belief as you tried to keep your eye open as Lucy, as gently as possible pulled shrapnel from it.

“MOTHER OF—“ you catch yourself before you can scream and bite your tongue.

“Sorry! Medical wasn’t my best, mine are nothing compared to my dad.” She drones on, and as the pain slowly began to subside you were interested. “You know… I always thought Vault dwellers were nutjubs for running into a hole in the ground but, fuck maybe I was wrong.” You admit, Lucy finishes your operation and patches your eye with gauze. “Our Mission is to repopulate the United States of course, it’s what we’re all supposed to do, to be a part of a better tomorrow.” Lucy said it as if it’s some slogan.

“Right..” you shrugged. And put the eyepatch on, but it’s just makeshift string with a patch of cloth. “I gotta ask you… besides wanting to find your dad, why help me? People don’t do this in the wasteland.”

“Well because it’s the Golden Rule.” She smiles, which made you, somehow happy. You smiled, but gave her a bit of brutal honesty. “You seem like a nice lady.”

“Why thank you—“

“So you’ll die a very horrible death.” You add in, and she tries to stay positive but looks a bit stunned by it. “Being a good person is gonna get you killed. The Wasteland doesn’t abide by the “Golden Rule” you aren’t gonna survive out there.” You warned her, but that dumbfounded look on her face.

“I really appreciate your concern for me, but I can’t.. a group of raiders went to our vault and, did a lot of bad things, I have to get my dad back.”

“A group of raiders… to our vault.. bad things.” You quickly came to the realization of just what happened. It seems That she went with the plan. You saw the hopeful look in Lucy’s eyes and, it made you feel hope in a world full of such evil. Were you, falling in love? Or is this her Lady Killer perk activating. You smiled, and hit your Idiot Savant perk and nodded.

“I’d be a real bastard if I just let you deal with all of this alone. Mind if I tag along?” You said, Lucy happily obliges.

“Of course! The more the merrier as they say!” Lucy turns and walks off, you shake your head and smile, following her.

“She’s gonna get herself killed.”

[666writingcafe]

Strange Behavior

A Text Conversation Between MC and Solomon

MC: Asmo's acting weird.

Solomon: How so?

MC: Ever since Simeon and Luke arrived at the House, he's been spacing out frequently and looking rather sad, and yet whenever I ask him what's wrong, he brushes me off and quickly changes the topic, trying way too hard to seem upbeat.

Solomon: I see. Perhaps he's homesick.

MC: That's what I'm thinking. He probably doesn't feel right being here in the Devildom. Unfortunately, him returning to the Celestial Realm is out of the question.

Solomon: I can relate to Asmo on a certain level. While I miss the place where I was born sometimes, I've lived too long a life for it to still be recognizable to me. But unlike our demon friend, I'm not sure I want to go back even if it WAS the exact same place I left.

Solomon: The only reason I would is to witness the nature there one last time. It was the sort of place where the earth and the sky seemed to go on forever. The vast meadows, the deep blue sky, the shadows that fell over the valley...it was truly magical.

MC: If circumstances were different, I'd have liked to go visit it with you, but I understand if the memories are too painful to retread.

Solomon: *blushing crow sticker*

Solomon: The last time I was in my hometown was also when I first met Asmo. I'd come back home after being away for several decades, and I decided to pop in a local tavern to grab something to drink. Asmo was sitting at the bar, drunk beyond belief.

MC: Good or bad?

Solomon: ??

MC: Was he having a good time or not?

Solomon: OH!

Solomon: He was rather depressed. Apparently a human he'd been pursuing rejected him, and so he was sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, so I tried talking to him. That was a choice I immediately regretted, because once he started talking, he just wouldn't stop, and I hadn't intended on staying at the tavern for very long.

MC: That sounds about right.

Solomon: The good news is that I was able to propose forging a pact with him, and the rest, as they say, is history.

MC: *shocked crow sticker*

Solomon: What?

MC: No wonder this version of Barbatos doesn't like you.

Solomon: Now what's THAT supposed to mean? *angry emoji*

MC: You LITERALLY took advantage of someone while they were drunk!

Solomon: It wasn't like I slept with him!

MC: It doesn't matter, Solomon. You shouldn't have made a pact with him while he was drunk and heartbroken.

Solomon: I didn't think I'd have another chance.

MC: Save your excuses.

Solomon: Well, OBVIOUSLY I wouldn't do that sort of thing now, MC.

MC: Really? *eye roll emoji*

Solomon: Yes, really.

MC: Prove it.

Solomon: What?

MC: I dare you to make a pact with Asmo without manipulating him into it.

Solomon: While we're here???

MC: YES

Solomon: I suppose that wouldn't interfere with the timeline TOO much...just as long as I still have my seventy-two pacts when we return, it shouldn't really matter what order they occur in.

MC: I'm being serious, Solomon.

Solomon: I know. You didn't exactly consent to all your pacts, so I can only imagine how Asmo might have felt when he sobered up and realized what he'd done.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[futurewriter2000]

Something Universal - pt. 1

A/N: I was just listnening to an Audiobook that really highlights subconsciousness and spiritual laws and I thought how cool would it be if Professor Trawlaney had a daughter that is very similar to her. I also am at the seaside and have literally nothing else to do than waste my phone battery and read.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

XX

When it comes to unseen, invisible and unknown power of the Universe, people like to turn a blind eye. People, Muggles, Wizards and Witches run from the universal power, simply because they cannot accept that there is something more powerful than them.

You’ve transformed yourself to suit other people’s beliefs but the urge, the curiosity in you just didn’t let you be that.

You were the apple of your mother’s eye, witty, beautiful and spiritual. You’ve never shown any gift of seeing beyond the third dimension but you have tried. You have tried so many practices but it just wasn’t in you. The gift just didn’t descend and though you were frustrated, you were also relieved. A part of you wanted to carry on your mother’s legacy, another part was relieved you wouldn’t witness the horrors the gift can bring.

Your mother was the greatest mother to be. Your childhood was brought up in muddy feet and much joy-brought adventures. There was so much light in your child years, where you can remember painting freely with your fingers, shaped cut out potatoes, sponges, brushes and anything your eye could find. Every single moment with your mother was colourful and happy- as if every day was a holiday, something worth celebrating. Your mother always asked you, each and every day, what were you thankful for and your answers were easily answered; the food, the grass, the rainy day so the two of you could spend time inside, cleaning with music on, dancing and especially… her.

Until- just a few years before your Hogwarts admission a tall, magnificent man walked into the house.

*flashback*

“Professor Dumbledore. To what do I owe this visit?” your mother smiled through an unexpected surprise.

“Mrs. (y/l/n), good day. May I come in?” He gestured, flicking his eyes to you and seeing a small glint in it. Back then your mother still had your father’s last name… all before this day.

Your father stepped in front of you, tall as he was also magnificent, he smiled and held your chin in his large hand. He smiled gently, reassuringly. He brushed his thumb over your cheek before walking to the visitor. “Professor Dumbledore, to what do we owe this late pleasure of the evening?” He smiled widely, showing his famous, charming smile.

“Well, I come on some private business- the one I think is meant for more adult ears.” He said as he walked to you, squatting to your level.

Though he was, he still intimidated you with his presence. You could almost feel the strength of his aura, blasting you away with it but you stood firmly on the ground. “You’ve got strong magic in yourself, miss. I hope you will bless our magical school with it.”

This time it was your mother that stepped in front of you, blocking the view with her long skirt. Her eyes weren’t surprised anymore, they were protective. “Go to your room, (y/n).”

And with that you ran up stairs and stopped at the end to listen. You knew you should go to your room. Your mother’s voice changed tone only when she was serious, when that was on very rare occasions.

You still stayed and listened- your intuition told you so. Your ears missed most of Dumbledore’s proposal but your mother and father talked loud and clear enough for you to hear.

“I do know I owe you my education, professor but I do not wish to tap into the future for your purposes- not for what you are about to ask me.”

“Your gift, Mrs. (Y/l/n), is extremely rare in this world. It is not to simply tell the future, it’s the prophecy of the war.”

“Exactly, the prophecies do not work as readings. They have their own power- they are simply dangerous to mind and soul.” She said frustrated and you could feel your father comforting her.

“I know of prophecies.” Said Dumbledore. “ I know I ask many of you but I also offer you, no matter the consequences or results, you and your family will be taken care of.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning your daughter would be under my protection if her gifts develop as yours did.” He said. “And this has been a thought as well before my proposal but I will be in a need of a Divination class when the old centaur retires.”

“That is wonderful news.” Your father exclaimed and you could see the smile on his face. It wasn’t easy to forget. “Sybill…” he pleaded. “Think of our little girl- wouldn’t you want to know that she is safe in the near future? In this world… in this war…” his voice got quieter.

“I never want to read into her future…” she said and you smiled because she promised you she would never and you knew you were safe forever.

*end of flashback*

Yet she did. Arguments after arguments with your father, who pleaded for stability, meanwhile your mother pleaded for safety. Your father reassured her how strong she is, that nothing can break her, not this prophecy, since she had survived many before. But she was weary, your mother, because becoming cocky didn’t belong into her character and she was afraid.

But what was one more prophecy. She promised him this one, the last one, and never again. She did not want to put the mother of her child in danger. To lose herself, you as well.

And you knew, you felt it. Something was in the air that day. It was and you knew it was a bad thing to do but she smiled and reassured you. You pleaded with your father, but he cupped your chin as always, he brushed his thumb over your cheek and he smiled. It worked like a charm. You were safe. You were always safe.

Until you were proven right.

Your mother wasn’t your mother no more. You lost her slowly. The day after, she felt “under the weather” but one day turned into one month soon after. She was pale like the wall behind her. She had no shine whatsoever.

Nothing was happy and colourful after that day. Your father tried but he never did his safe movement. He smiled but his eyes never did. Must have been the guilt.

You tried but it was like talking to a stranger.

Your mother almost went blind from the prophecy, so your father made sure she got the prescripted glasses, which took all of her facial features. Her whole appearance changed and you knew, your father didn’t recognise her as well. But he tried and he tried until there came a day when he saw the burdon it took upon you.

“I am thankful for today’s sun.” You said just before you were turning 11. You took her hand but she moved it away, her eyes bulging through those horrible glasses. Your heart broke and you could feel something hard form in your throat. “I went out to buy some school supplies with dad… we had fun so I am thankful for that too…” your voice starting to wander off as you realised you are talking to a stranger.

“That’s wonderful, dear.” She said as if she knew who you were. “And your mum?” She asked and you felt tears form in your eyes. “Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you. Is she not in the picture.”

You smiled through the tears. Memory loss was present for a few months now but still you weren’t used to it. “She’s not herself lately. She couldn’t come.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” She said, her voice wandering off as she looked into the sky. She then looked at you, confused and disoriented. “Dear… where am I exactly?”

And that was pretty much the last normal conversation you had. She had her memory of her childhood and her life at Hogwarts but you and your father were very much out of the picture.

Your father felt guilty for it. You knew. He wasn’t himself and he took up drinking. It was your auntie, his sister, that sobered him up and he turned to be hard as a rock. The guilt was there… but he hid it behind a hard exterior. He said he had to be tough for the both of you but the truth was, you needed him to be soft again. You needed his smile, his gentle hand raising your chin up when everything felt low. That never happened.

Now you sat in the Divination class, looking at your mother scrambling her things into her large purse and silently talking to herself.

You smiled… you smiled because she did that whether she was crazy or not and that comforted you. It did. It gave you hope that maybe she was still in there- after all these years.

“Khm…” you heard somebody behind you and you turned around, startled.

There was a completely different lightning when you spun around and you couldn’t see whether there was a brown-haired boy- no, red-haired, looking down onto you or a tree, taller than ever.

Until he squatted down to your level, his brown comforting eyes setting on yours and his smile, charming as ever. The feeling of seeing his face felt almost familiar… felt warm. “Thought you might now that the class is over.” He spoke softly and you smiled just as back.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You said, scrambling your things as well and holding tightly onto your bag. “I just got lost in thought.” You got onto your feet and almost knocking yourself down as your foot got stuck onto the robe.

His hand placed itself on your waist, pulling you slightly back up. Despite that you didn’t fall, he was still ready to catch you.

He removed his hand to avoid discomfort but he eyed your mom and grinned. “Spoke to her about my last assignment. Let me go easy for not turning it in.” He said as he gestured your hand to walk in front of him.

You kindly took to gesture.

“I saw you sitting up there, thought you might entered some universal state from the way your eyes were fixated on the professor.” He said and you felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment.

“Like I said… I got lost in the train of thought.” You replied.

“Yeah, thought I might do a good deed there and check if you were alright.” He smiled and you let out a short laughter.

“No wish to go to hell?” You eyed him.

“That wish evaporated a long time ago.” He whistled for the effect and both of you laughed. “You seem to admire her though… professor Trawlaney, I mean.” He said and you stopped to look at him. “I saw it in your eyes when I looked up. Usually, people-“

“People are cruel.” You finished for him. “And she does have a special place in my heart.” You continued to walk slowly. Nobody knew she was your mother, not even the staff in this school… nobody except the Headmaster and your father. “And that’s the truth.”

He stopped at the intersection and continued to look at you. “Something… something…” he started but it was as if he was lost for words.

“Something what?” You laughed.

“I can’t put words together but something about you…”

[stellarshifter]

hiii! so, before I found out about shifting, in my country there was a trend where people would see their past memories, and i thought "why not?" and there was a guidance meditation where a man talks trough the whole thing and want to add, i had my headphones, was literally in other place, house, another bed with a person beside me, my sisters in law, little sister (we were just chilling) and basically trough the guidance i expected something but also nothing, and I felt myself being detached and attached at the same time to my body and saw light that was fully wrapping me but I got backed out cause of fear, and then found out about shifting but the thing is in my past memories experience i FELT it and now when i try to shift it's like "well i don't feel what i felt and everyone feels the shift that means it won't work" doesn't help that I still feel my current reality too, so my question: can I still shift without feeling anything? (also, annoying thing is i doubt shifting when I almost saw my past memories LIKE GIRL YOU ALMOST SAW YOUR PAST MEMORIES) thank you!!!! hope you are well!!!! have a good day or night!

First of all, babe, you literally almost accessed your past memories, and now you’re out here doubting shifting?! We can't let that happen. I've been there, the horrid overthinking. Buttttt, can I level with you? Honey, you're freaking out over nothing! You’ve already had an experience that proves your mind is fully capable of doing things beyond the "limited" or “normal,” so let’s throw that doubt out the window.

Now, to your question: YES, you can absolutely shift without feeling anything. Not everyone gets that super intense detachment or floating sensation. Pft, I didn't the first time I shifted! Some people shift and feel nothing leading up to it, and then boom they’re in their DR. The whole “you have to feel it happening” thing? That’s just a bullshit belief people spread who wanted to put rules on something that has none. It's not a requirement at all!

Think about it, when you had that past memory experience, you weren’t sitting there overanalyzing if you felt the expectations of sensations. Right? You just let it happen! That’s the energy you need to bring to shifting. Let go of the expectation that it has to feel a certain way. Your body might feel the same, but that does not mean shifting isn’t happening.

So, the verdict? You can shift, you will shift, and honey, you’re probably way closer than you think. Trust yourself. You’ve already proven you can do extraordinary things. Now go shift, babe! You got this!

Have great night/day as well okay? ♡

✨ Okay, love you, byeeee

[yandereocs]

*Slides in like a greased up otter*

Yan harem with a darling who favors one of them over the others. Like darling ditching (character) to hang with (favorite).

If you want a specific fav character i’m saying karro bc i’m very biased but it can be ambiguous or you can choose ~~

* GREASED OTTER??

* BUT ANYWAY THIS REQUEST IS SLAYTASTIC LET'S GO

Yandere Harem with a Darling who has a favorite

Chaos. Chaos. Chaos.

You can't ever get a moment's peace in this god forsaken house, mansion, THING. The details don't matter. It's hard to focus when there's SIXTEEN PEOPLE fighting for your attention. All of them insane in their own ways.

Some are more bearable than others. Zack and Obedient are nice enough, not touching you without your consent, although their words are a bit much.

Andras is surprisingly not at all bad, despite being a literal demon. Andrew seems to be the most lucid of the harem, not that it makes him stop.

Forgotten, Husk and Logan are pretty safe. Quiet and keeps their touches to a minimum. But you always feel their eyes on you no matter where you are.

Strawberry Boy and Lucky are difficult. They could be worse, but they are definitely could be nicer. Lucky's harsh words and Strawberry's uncomfortable worshipping of you is a lot to handle. The Twins are in a similar boat, always tugging and biting you but can be sweet enough when the time calls for it.

But then it just gets worse. Royalty and Villain can't get along at all and they're so AGGRESSIVE. Both of them constantly fighting over who gets you for the day, marking your skin with bruises and love bites constantly.

Although the worst was BY FAR Elijah. Everything about him was terrible. His non-existent morals, his manipulation and his horrible touches. You can handle a demon and a literal super villain, but not Elijah.

His sister was just as bad, having learned her ways of love from her brother. So it's like two Elijahs constantly having their hands on you.

Today was no different. Another day with all these unhinged people fighting for you.

Elijah sank his claws into you and was tugging you, with the help of his sister while Zack tried to pull you away from him with a snarl.

"Let go, Elijah!! I don't want my darling near YOU!"

The wolf hybrid rarely got aggressive, but Elijah just irked him beyond belief, for good reason.

"They're OUR darling, dumbass!"

Bonnie snapped back at him, still helping her brother in trying to take you away. You felt like you were being torn apart. You probably would have if Villain's tentacles didn't wrap around you and pulled you away from the three hybrids.

"You three get on my nerves."

The villain growled and began dragging you away while you squirmed in her grasp. It didn't take long for Husk to snatch you up and silently walk away with you in his arms while Villain angrily snapped at him.

It was a lot of this back and forth, one of them taking you before another immediately grabs you. It was exhausting and hearing their bickering was too much.

"I need to go to the restroom!"

You said abruptly, shoving yourself out of the Twins' arms and speedwalking to the nearest restroom and slamming the door before any of them could follow. You could hear them all shuffling and arguing behind the door. You slid down on the wall, letting out a sigh as you finally got a moment of brief peace.

"Hey."

You yelped in surprise when you heard the familiar soft, monotone voice of Karro. You turned your head and saw the blood-drinking monster sitting in the bathtub, looking at you with his half lidded eye.

Karro has always been your favorite. He's pretty relaxed and he hasn't hurt you since you normally don't fight against him.

"Hey."

You whispered back. You glanced at the closed bathroom door, seeing the shadows of your other 'lovers' under the crack of it. You didn't want to go back to them. So you turned your attention back to Karro and crawled across the cold tile floor, sitting in front of the bathtub.

Karro blinked slowly as he watched you approach. Silently, he pressed himself up further in the tub and patted the spot in front of him. He didn't take up much space, so there was plenty of room for you. You obeyed his silent command and crawled into the tub, sitting in front of him. And now you two were in silence as you stared at each other.

"They are quite the rowdy bunch."

Karro suddenly commented, glancing at the door before looking at you again.

"Yeah. I needed a break."

You said softly, shuffling in the tub. It was uncomfortable and cold, but it was better than being out THERE.

"You're always welcome to have a break with me."

Karro tilted his head, his magic scarf reaching over and wrapping around your body, pulling you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement. Karro was never this touchy. But you haven't been able to talk to him in a while. Maybe he was jealous. Who am I kidding, of course he is.

"Thanks."

Karro didn't offer much body heat. Not that he was even actually touching you. But you were practically pressed up to him and yet there was no warmth coming off him. It made sense. His skin was pale and an off-color and he did wear heavy clothes. Aren't vampires super cold? Not that he is a vampire, but it's close enough.

"Is this fine?"

It's almost scary how well Karro can read your thoughts. He seems to always know what's on your mind. You blinked at the humanoid monster and nodded.

"Mhm."

The two of you sat in silence, but it was a comfortable one. It's how most of your time with Karro was spent. That's probably why you like him so much. But of course, the silence had to be disturbed.

"Hey! Are you done in there?!"

Bonnie was never fond of you leaving her sight for too long. After her shout, there was heavy pounding at the door like someone was furiously hitting it with their fists. You looked at the door, startled.

"G-Give me a minute!"

You stammered, looking at Karro again. You would much rather be with him then with the lot of them. You figured he felt the same, considering how his scarf tightened around you. Things settled for a moment before the racket started again.

"It's been a minute!"

One of the Twins jeered before a heavy slam hit the door. Maniac was trying to break into the bathroom.

"I can slip you out."

You shuddered at the sudden feeling of Karro's warm breath on your ear, his voice more hushed than normal. You looked at him, eyes slightly widened before you nodded.

Karro stared at you before turning his attention back to the bathrooms door that was dangerously close to breaking. His scarf tightened around you once again and the air grew cold, his gaze dark.

After a moment, the noise stopped.

"What did you do?"

You whispered, your body shivering from how cold the air was now.

"Not important."

Karro was always vague. He stood up and used his magic scarves to drag you out of the tub, the fabric being surprisingly strong. Once you were back on your feet, he led you out of the bathroom.

The rest of your little 'harem' were still standing around the bathroom, but they didn't seem...present. Their eyes were hazy and their bodies slumped over, most of them gripping their heads and groaning in pain. Karro paid no mind to their obvious suffering and continued walking through the house, expecting you to follow.

Which you did. You were close behind him, shuddering as you walked past the hunched over bodies of everyone else. You started to piece together what Karro did. His magic. His weird...illusion magic. He's never once used it on you, but he's threatened to use it on the others before.

You never thought he would actually do it, though.

Karro continues to lead the way to the attic, his favorite spot in the ridiculously large house. Once you two were safe from everyone else, the air returned to it's normal state, no longer freezing. Karro must have stopped using his magic.

"Does it hurt them?"

You didn't really expect an answer, but you asked anyway as you crawled into the bed that's hidden away in the corner with Karro. The humanoid monster stared at you before making a vague motion to his skull.

"Their head."

It was all he said, and you figured that was the best you were going to get. You simply nodded, not pushing the topic before laying on the bed, letting out a huge sigh of relief. It wouldn't be long till the others recover and look for you, but it was nice to enjoy this moment of peace.

Karro was staring at you with his usual unreadable expression as you laid next to him. He didn't exactly join you, opting to just sit as you laid. But you didn't mind.

"I love you."

The words caught you by surprise and you looked at Karro, your eyes wide and blank as you processed what he said.

"Huh."

He's never said those words before. Although the words are normally so sweet, they sounded awkward coming from Karro's monotone voice.

"You heard me."

He clearly didn't want to repeat himself. He stared at you expectantly. Karro was one of the more lucid ones, fully aware of what he did and how unhealthy it is. But he doesn't exactly care. He's aware it's a bit of a long shot to expect an answer but he stares at you anyway.

"Oh. I, uh. I love you too..?"

It's the first time you've returned the words to one of these maniacs. Sure, the others tell you they love you all the time, but this felt different. It felt a bit...eugh...to return the affections of one of your captors, but Karro was nice to you! Call it Stockholm Syndrome, I suppose.

If Karro was pleased with your answer, he didn't show it. Like always. He stared at you blankly some more before suddenly bonking your forehead with his in a gentle manner. You let out a semi-awkward laugh, not sure how to react to the strange action.

"Haha, what was that..?"

You snickered, looking at Karro with mild confusion.

"I can't kiss you."

Was all he said. It took you a moment to piece together how that was at all relevant before it clicked. He can't kiss you so he bonked your head as a sigh of affection. Like a cat. You let out another soft laugh, less awkward than the first.

"Ah, I see. Well, uh...thank you?"

You laughed again. Karro blinked at you slowly before nodding. His magic scarf wrapped around your body again as you laid on the bed. Even after his confession, he still didn't lay next to you.

But that was fine. You two stayed up in the attic on the little bed in the corner, enjoying the comfortable silence before the usual racket started.

It was nice.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Compiling some Peppino-centric hcs i have bc i would like to have something to look back on as a point of reference 😌 (this is so long. SO fucking long. Im sorry)

- starting w the basics: hes a short king; 5’2 (157cm). Hes like late 40s-early 50s to me. Hes got brown eyes i never draw bc i like drawing him w dots lol. Hes particular about his appearance and grooms very consistently. Has literally no issues w balding (exposed to balding bears in his youth; thinks they are hot now 😌) and it helps that he can literally cave someones skull in if they speak ill of him. He does have a couple of comfy hats incase his hair decides to be unruly in bad weather.

- very bulky build; think of olympic strongmen/ highland games but short. Visibly muscular arms and broad shoulder, fat chest and stomach, smoother legs (fat layered over muscle; v thick thighs and calves). Hes got surgery scars on his lower back from a bullet wound (only entry/no exit point). Debated giving him a scar around his sternum from heart surgery or some other crazy injury he had but im not sure yet; the bullet extraction scar is definitely staying tho.

-does NOT work out; he used to wrestle in his late teens/early 20s but otherwise he was (still is) a man who did lots of physical labor around his childhood home and grandparents shop. Continued the cycle when he got his own home and his own restaurant; cheaper to do his own (extensive) repairs than call for specialists/contractors when u are Fucking Poor.

- he DOES exercise; he is fond of jogging. He does this alot postgame, usually in the early mornings before he opens, and at the beach on his days off. He had it drilled in v early in his life that he Needs to stay active, so he will roll out of bed and do this almost daily. On his days off he will have random people come and join him; usually pepperman or noisette. Its too tedious/boring of a task for gus and noise, and vigi is out cold until sunrise at minimum.

- he owns a HOUSE; he does not rent an apartment. This is bc i think it would be reasonable to assume that anyone who OWNS a restaurant was at some point, well off enough to own a house instead of renting. And i like the idea of him using this house as collateral; if the shop goes under, so does his home (more stress for him…). (Ive seen other people treat his shop like a duplex ie shop on the lobby level and an apartment/living space on the second floor. This is ALSO v good and coincides w my want to have his home tied to his restaurant)

- the house is small; two bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, and a basement (where the 1/2 bath is located). BIG kitchen, small livingroom. It is surprisingly well furnished bc of his family donating things to him when he bought the house in his 30s. Lots of older wood based furniture. Hes not grossly messy (like food, bugs, etc) but he is disorganized beyond belief. Lives an ‘organized mess’ lifestyle bc of his high stress. Also extremely apathetic to his living conditions until postgame when his restaurant starts to take in profits again; less stress -> more positive time at home -> aware of the clutter as he spends more time at home.

- drives a beat up lookin car to and from work. Its his BABY; his ol reliable. He has to do lots of work to keep her intact and functioning. Eventually gets a newer car with his profits, but its rlly to help ease the strain on her so that he can take her out for drives occasionally.

-eldest of like 6 siblings; will not try to name them all just know that hes the only boy. Eldest daughter is only a year younger than him. Good relationship w all of them and his immediate family. Very matriarchal immediate family. Only a handful of uncles, his dad, and his grandpappy. Stubbornly cut off contact w everyone after the horrors (war) and refused to accept help w his failing restaurant (prideful). Eventually his (eldest) sister reaches out and he makes amends one at a time. (Gets an earful from his momma)

- works LONG hours. Awake by 4am, in noisettes cafe by 5am, in the shop by 6am. Preps and calls until opening at 9am. Closes at 9pm. Closes up FOR REAL at 10pm. Rinse n repeat. As the shop does better financially, he starts opening later and closing earlier (at the insistence of Gus). He still does his walks and his morning routine, just a little later, and he has enough time at home in the evening to cook for himself.

- on the topic of cooking, he is a good chef all around; pizza is just easier to market and consistently do Correct. Likes food alot. So much…..he isnt picky but he does go 😬 when eating something. Bad. And it happens Often.

- stress baked often. He felt bad about throwing out his food afterwards so he would give it away to his neighbors. No longer stress bakes but he will cook out of boredom which is not as bad but still not the best 😭 luckily he has so many freeloaders that will eat anything he makes (gus and noise)

- this is his second shop; the first one was in a larger city (think similar to pig city). Closed down due to insufficient payments, but reopened on the outskirts of the city (close to the forest) after putting up his house as collateral.

-first shop is where he first meets pizzahead. Hes offered a generous sum of cash to sell the business (which would then be converted into a ph brand shop). Obv declined. Later offered a position in pizzaheads business instead; nearly killed the man when scaring him out of his shop.

- Peppino is NOT some aggressive out of control beast (despite what pizzahead believes). He is vaguely neurotic and it is exacerbated by extreme stress and bouts of anxiety. So funny how removing the extreme stress and sources of anxiety makes him more Normal. (Somewhat encouraged by an official image i saw after i made this hc of peppinos attitude outside and inside the tower. He is relatively apathetic and inside the tower he is borderline manic. More hcs about that too)

- he is relatively fun to be with otherwise. He has some extremely dry humor. Hes incredibly sarcastic. He LIKES customer service…otherwise this would be impossible for him to endure. It helps that he Owns a shop, instead of only being a worker; he can yell at people who are rude and annoying to him and he knows (at least postgame) that he has loyal regulars.

- he is a bit of an asshole; he make snide remarks he shouldnt and hes been in his own fair share of fights bc of it. Has mellowed out drastically as he got a better grip on his emotions postgame. Only the most tolerant could really deal w him prior to postgame (gus) in part due to his anger (response to exacerbated neurosis and ptsd)

- also autistic. Extra stress bc of this. Easily overstimulated and the response to this is anger. Completely undiagnosed lmao but hes like late 40s; he just learned how to deal with it.

-common stress responses: bites on anything, usually his hand (Tried stopping this bc people would TOUCH him if he did that in front of others and that just made shit worse). Grinds his teeth. Jaw clenching. Making A Fist So Tight You Accidentally Cut Urself. Flappy hands, usually w hands balled up into a fist (specifically eyes closed; jaw clenched; head ducked, flappy hands over his ducked head). It looks ‘worse’ than biting but at least the excessive movement deters people from touching him.

- on a more positive note; knows quite a bit of magic tricks. Sleight of hand stuff is his forte. It is good for the anxiety and it keeps his hands busy. He is will consistently say that he is not good w kids but he loves entertaining them; they say the funniest shit and he likes being a bad influence on them 😈. Also teaching them tricks and letting them see behind the curtain is so fun for him; like they are so excited about silly tricks and it makes him feel a little cool….

- he is the kind of person whos like (dad voice) ‘not gettin a damn cat in my house’ and then has blackmail of him passed the fuck out with a cat on his stomach. He feeds the local strays by his shop and he cant help but feed the strays that end up by his house. He doesnt feel confident enough to take care of another animal when its so hard for him to remember to take care of himself so for now he just feeds them. But maybe soon he will take them inside…he also baby talks cats but if u caught him doing that he would kill u i think. (Pov u are the noise)

- silly hc that he has a real last name but he keeps it as spaghetti bc its funny to fuck around w people who ask him. No i dont know what his last name would be but i think it would be funny to have him ‘change’ it for branding and have people believe it. Also i think its funny to think of peppino saying this to ph somehow and he completely runs with it as gospel. Like ‘granny did u KNOW his last name is fucking spaghetti??’

- wrt young peppino, i say that w him being 20-23 in mind. Worked in his grandparents shop during this time. Worked as a line cook for some other restaurants as well (and saved up money to buy his own home while he lived w his parents and sisters). He was generally a sweetheart, just a bit odd (the Autsim and Anxiety), but that was (and still is) his charm point lol

- (SUGGESTIVE) cannot stop thinking of him as a little otter that hung out w older bears in the leather scene. He prob had his best years w them before he had to focus on other shit. He still keeps in contact w some of the peeps that were around his age postgame, and they meet up sometimes to hang along w vigilante. Now that hes older it is a bit surreal to now be the bear he used to look up to in his younger years. But its a bit flattering. Noise and Pepperman are younger than him and they both regard him w the same kind of wonder he used to give older bears. He thinks its cute lol (pepperman bc thats his muse and he sees his body type as PEAK human form, and noise bc i hc him as a bit sheltered despite the fame)

- (STILL SUGGESTIVE BUT THATS IT I SWEAR) adjacent to this; its weird for him to come back to this side of him bc hes been living in survival mode for over a decade. Got his house in his early 30s -> WAR -> comes back traumatized -> leaves family to cope -> dumps money into a restaurant to cope w leaving family. So he kinda missed it alot. Its fun to explore it w gus heehee and sometimes noise when he behaves.

-other things i wanted to mention but didnt know where to fit it. Peppino is a decent artist; he drew the logo for his shop and in general he is good at caricatures (another thing he can do to entertain a crowd; helps w anxiety to know how to not be awkward).

- Peppino is a bit of a mechanic (aka he learned bc he was broke and didnt want to call them for minor problems). Hes not a tinkerer but he likes the joy of creating sm and will make little. Creations. every once in a while. One of these creations is Peshino! He is a wooden windup toy made as a prototype for a more mechanical, mass produced version. He was intended to be sold as a cute little toy to help cement the branding for Peppinos shop but he never got the time or money for it, so peshino is collecting a bit of dust in his basement. Postgame, he takes peshino out and cleans him up; he feels a bit guilty about him….and the Big Peshino found in the tower plays music in Peppinos shop :) He also takes the time to clean him up and keep him functional.

Okay i think thats all i got for now byebye

[motelroomjesus]

Final Love Sea Ramble ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

spoilers ahead!

Guys, I'm fucking siiiiiiick. I can't believe it's over. 😭

Yeah, I definitely got attached to the characters, especially Mahasamut. He's never been wrong in his life ever.

Anyway

I already knew how this ep was gonna go. I knew Mut was gonna take a chance since his time there was running out, and I definitely had a premonition (💆) that Rak was gonna have an explosively negative reaction. Tongrak is very predictable. He's so stuck in his ways and in his past that it makes it easy to map out his reactions. But I appreciate Mut's unwavering belief in Rak. He believed that there was still even the slightest chance that Rak might make a change for himself and take a chance on him, on them and Mut's willingness to let go of Rak had he just said "no not interested". He stood steadfastly by him even if Rak tried to push him away. But, y'know, Mut is only human, too.

I knew that break up was bound to be explosive, but Rak throwing such a thoughtful and unique gift, that he saw Mut explain to him with stars in his eyes, almost literally in Mut's face was like kinda crazy. The things he said, bro.... Mut is bearing his heart, and I understand that's really scary for Rak, but fuuuuck. I fully get why Mut's tone turned to a bit of anger and genuine upset. I would feel like my feelings were being made less than too. I think the worst part is that despite it all, even through the argument, Mut is still trying to leave the door open for him until the moment Rak just fully crashed out. Once Mut fully turned his back to him and walked out, I think Rak realized he fucked up big time. But he still expected Mut to stay, to approach him first, to fix things like he always has. Selfish even then, when things were falling apart and the obvious solution was in his hands, at the tip of tongue. He was not thinking about how Mut was feeling or how that truly affected him. His trauma blinded him so much. Poor Mahasamut.... oh the angst of it all omg.

I'm glad Vie ended up intervening for Rak. Vie is such an amazing friend. I think if Rak had been left to his own devices, he would've chosen to rot away from the heartbreak in his house. Vie, my beautiful mischievous lady, I love you. IDC what ppl say about you.

I'm also glad that Mahasamut did not give in when Rak first showed up. I'm glad he barely even let Rak get a word in during that first encounter at the beach at night. I'm glad he scared Raj by pretending to throw the gift out into the ocean. Mut has maintained his composure for the most part. Seeing Rak follow him after not just breaking his heart but also hurting him beyond that, must've stung so bad. I'm happy Rak was forced to suffer the consequences of the very ditch he dug himself. It forced him to acknowledge the way he hurt Mut. It was obvious that he was never conscious of the way his actions and words hurt those around him. Even if his outbursts and reactions were not intentionally malicious, he has to take responsibility. So, I'm glad that's how it played out. He really had to put in the effort for Mut.

I, for one, really really enjoyed this series. I saw some opinions that said they felt the story fell flat and lost substance as the show went on, and while I agree to an extent, I don't think the fall off was that bad. It was still fun to watch, and characters like Mut, Meena, and Vie really kept me seated. Now, my biggest gripe is with the VieMook side plot. What the fuck was the point of it if they didn't even give us a full resolution for them? It was genuinely so frustrating. I think it might actually be my only gripe

All in all, it was a fun series. It was engaging for me and a pleasure to watch. I'm hoping to see fortpeat outside of the mameverse one day, but I'm not forecasting that for the near future.

8.5/10

maybe it's because Fort is in it or maybe it was actually really good.... the world will never know

[catflowerqueen]

You know, it is kind of funny to see Solar Flare being Eclipse's emotional voice of reason considering that he isn't very emotive himself? At the very least, he hasn't really expressed any desires beyond stopping Eclipse, and that was purely because he was worried about KC. I mean, I guess technically attempting to stabilize Eclipse is another way to work in pursuance of the goal of ensuring KC's safety--because I am not entirely sure Eclipse is actually aware that KC is off living in the woods and working in soup kitchens, since I don't remember him talking during Eclipse's visit to set up the spell, so Solar Flare also probably doesn't know, and a stable Eclipse is one who won't go after KC. So.

It was hilarious how annoyed Solar Flare sounded when reminding Eclipse of the fact that it has been six months since he took over his body, though. Mostly because of the aforementioned lack of emoting he generally displays.

And all this discussion about Lunar and Puppet finally having gone on the mission to retrieve them make me hopeful that we will see them again soon. And that they might even get some closure regarding Eclipse, one way or the other.

Though that also means they're going to find out about Moon's amnesia, which... it's probably going to really hurt, considering how close the two of them are. And how much this Moon really does act like them, with less trauma--trauma which they themself also contributed to.

And on that note, I wonder when Glamrock Freddy is going to find out about the amnesia. Because unless Gregory talked to him about it like he did Roxanne, I'm pretty sure neither of them know. And even in Roxanne's case, I don't think Gregory actually mentioned the memory loss, just the fact that Sun and Moon weren't evil.

It's just... going a bit off my original topic here, I know, but it's just... very weird from an in-universe perspective that Freddy isn't looking in on them more. He literally just blindly trusted that Earth would monitor them, even though he doesn't know them. And he expressed a desire to "go back to the way things used to be"--because for some reason Eclipse did leave happy memories, and just altered the memory of who was responsible for the maternity chip--but hasn't actually done anything to try and re-forge a relationship. And he is the one who would really have the most reason to interact with them, considering he is sort of kind of their boss. And I'm pretty sure he is among the only ones that don't have possible ongoing world-ending scenarios to deal with. So it's just extremely weird to me.

(And, yes, I know the out of universe reason has to do with scheduling and whatnot, and that they can't tie everything too closely together because of stuff like that. In-universe, though, it just makes me upset and frustrated. And furthers my belief that Sun, Moon, and Earth should just move out entirely after the Eclipse situation is dealt with.

I'm pretty sure they do still own their own house! Like, that is still a thing that exists! And it has labspace! Sun and Lunar moved all of Moon's lab equipment once, he and Moon can do it again! And Eclipse obviously didn't touch Moon's bank account or block access or anything, so it isn't as if they don't have the money for it!)

[lostjudgmnt]

having an intense emotional roller coaster of a week so far. im writing down what ive been doing/experiencing the last few days

saturday: began packing for my apartment

sunday: got most preparations done

monday: really hard and exhausting day at work. apartment ready for move-in once i got back. everything was in order except for the one (1) thing i left for my roommate’s family to handle. couldn’t get in contact with them for several hours and wouldn’t have been able to move in without them finishing what they needed to do. cried four times. stressed beyond belief about money and if im actually going to make it. finally got it worked out and began moving in. still stressed about money and if im going to make it. immediately passed out on my best friend’s couch when i went over to get some of the stuff i was stashing there. made it home to my parents’ house eventually and am already mourning my old bedroom even though i havent fully moved out of it yet.

tuesday (today): another long day at work. got pretty much everything moved in to the apartment already. got really sad about how im leaving my dogs. i dont know if i’ll get to see them much ever again after i leave. best friends and partner helped me begin unpacking. my desk, clothes, and dishes have all been put aeay at my new apartment. i cant believe thats my new home yet. i have to tell my parents everything. they are out of town. i have to send them my letter (over text) by tomorrow so they can refund the plane ticket. i am so scared and so stressed that i have been dissociating too much to properly think for the past hour and a half. literally paralyzed, couldn’t move or speak, for over an hour. having a psychotic episode too, i think. best friend eventually managed to ground me enough that i could at least write an outline for the letter, as well as make this post. i cried while writing the letter. i dont think my mom will love me anymore. i cant stand permanent change, and everything is changing

i want to go home and sleep in that bedroom while i have the chance to (i have until friday) but i dont know if i can or should.

[xplrvibes]

part two. Ive decided to make comments as i watch big bulks so i don’t forget what i’m thinking.

1. the more sam and colby talk abt cody and satori… the more i believe them. like maybe im just a chameleon to opinion but they genuinely seem to believe in c&s and i wasn’t there, i haven’t experienced any of this so i think i’m back to ‘hey maybe it wasn’t all bs and this might be real’. I also firmly do not believe cody was cracking joints bc how? they felt it in the floor, heard it in the walls.. doesn’t make sense. also if the house ever goes up again they need to put an offer down. i get what sam was saying and it not being practical (properly value 300k but asking for 1.4m? that’s steep). it’d be a great investment tho.

2. with sam and colbys luck, one of them would get the most undeniable evidence of the paranormal (someone levitating, thrown a distance, possessed…) and people would still be like ‘fake!’ Lol Also gram (?) just mentioned a similar experiment to what we were discussing the other day! except he said take random people and not tell them which is haunted, we were saying put snc in a place and not tell them its haunted and then see what happens. they liked that idea so who knows… they might lol

3. i will always be so fascinated and proud of colby for how he handled and continues to be so transparent about his cancer journey. i say journey bc it will continue to be apart of his life for years to come, whether through medical appointments, anniversary anxieties, or just talking about it. mad props to him, mad props.

4. i just got a series of flashes in my mind of black and white photos of snc respectively announcing engagements to their partners and births of their children and it made me smile. one day, boys. one day that’ll be your future, your “purpose”.

done.

- aussie anon

always nice to listen to podcasts where everyone knows each other well, its less interviewy and more just a convo with friends caught on camera.

Also I hope their merch is still in stores next time i’m in the usa bc i would definitely grab a hoodie. just don’t wanna pay the insane conversion rate and shipping costs. i priced it, a hoodie + shipping works out to be $149aud. sorry boys… can’t do it 😂

1, I believe that they believe in Cody and Satori. I've never called snc's credibility into question with that whole mess, and it kind of annoys me that others do - not cause I think they are above reproach or something, but because people love to say "oh snc never bothered to even try to debunk these guys, so they must be in on it." Like, WHAT? They literally flew back across the country weeks later to try and debunk it cause they knew full well that there were a lot of ways out and around this. When the controversy started, they reached out to C&S and asked if they could run more tests and C&S said no. SNC, having done all of that, came out still believing them while also fully acknowledging that they could be faking - not much else they can do besides that right there, so why they are still coming under fire about it when C&S are the "frauds" is beyond me.

Literally, do y'all want them to kidnap these two people, tie them up, remove their shoes, and force them to do this barefoot? Do you want them to release this additional footage they have that C&S did not give them permission to release that they could probably get sued over (since releasing it would be done without consent) and possibly blacklisted from the entire paranormal community, just so reddit can have their fucking jollies? Like...?? Go after C&S and let snc continue to have their beliefs on the whole thing, since they did everything they felt they could to disprove this before making their decision on where they stood on the issue.

Sorry for the rant, that whole situation just annoys me.

As far as them almost buying the house - that made me laugh, cause we joked about the possibility of them doing that on here back when the house went up for sale. So knowing it almost happened is not only funny, but also explains some vague shit they said back in the day about possibly owning a haunted house lol.

2, You know, Sam's exuberant insistence that he wants to have some horrible thing happen to him so that he could have the experience and finally know for 100% that the paranormal is real is exactly the problem with Sam, and I've been calling that out for years. The fact that he can so casually say it out loud made me both feel vindicated and perturbed by him and his hubris (here's a good example of his hubris again lol).

But yea, I hope they take the idea and run with it!

3, I thought it was interesting to hear him be honest about the fact that this whole situation with the cancer is hitting him harder now than it did while he was in the thick of it. That is trauma. That is shock and adrenaline wearing off, and hindsight creeping in. I think it's important to be able to come out and say, "Yea, not all of this is a positive, and some of this will stick with you for years." Colby tries his damndest (to a fault sometimes) to always come across as a glass all the way full and overflowing kind of guy, or a stoic soldier who doesn't complain and keeps his head up, but then he's also very open about his emotional state, and vaguely alludes to his deep mental health struggles from time to time and I just think there's a well of really dark emotion buried deep, deep inside of him that would be healthier for him and everyone to let out every once in a while.

Anyway, that was a side tangent to the main point, which is that it is very impressive that he continues to put himself out there and speak so candidly about such a stigmatized topic.

Although, I don't think he grasps what the word "celibate" means, but he tried and that's what counts lol

4, I think it's high comedy that these two act like they've never given thought to their kids growing up together when they literally were just joking about this on xplrclub a few months ago. These two have brains like sieves lol.

Also, the looks on their faces when the host said "you should have girlfriends that are friends with each other" like yea, they are working on that right now, as a matter of fact.

And I think they'll be in Zumiez for a long time, so you should be good!!

[sm-writes-chaos]

Immediately my thumb hovered over the 'block' button.

This kid, Dr. Kane, has stumbled over in his attempts to impress me in the year he's worked here. Unfortunately he is in my station and phone communication is required for optimal team respondence. I held in my hand an official NASA device meant only for this purpose, and it could not be turned off. To my ultimate displeasure.

My feet dug deeper into the sand, as if to keep me from being physically dragged away. The seagulls produced their usual cacophony, yet they sounded more mocking than ever. I did not disturb my sleeping partner in the wicker chair beside me and reluctantly dragged sand into the beach house. Rented of course, I did not get paid enough for that and even if I did I don't like the idea of paying for something you'll only use once. But after years of, admittedly difficult as all hell, work my partner did convince me to take one deserved vacation.

I opened a few drawers before finding a small crank radio, the static I found more soothing than the glare of the TV. And no, you are not allowed to make fun of me. I turned the dial until voices could be heard above the static.

'No official reports have been confirmed....swimming, yes swimming, its way to Earth....Mars rovers have spotted blurry footage of the creature....Pluto has certainly surprised us time and....posts of memes have already surfaced and gone viral over...'

Perhaps Dr. Kane is supplying correct information this time around...

My NASA phone buzzed with ajillion calls coming in at once. I declined them all and called only one person, my other colleague Dr. Lenson. I say colleague but I really mean best man, in friend and wedding terms, since high school. If anyone was going to convince me of such an event it would be him.

Ring ring...

"Winston? I know you're-" His voice came out breathless.

"Pluto hatched?"

There was a pause before, "Pluto hatched."

I grunted and hung up. My vacation lasted one day and seven hours, more than I'd gotten in ten years at least. My partner walked in and could immediately guess the situation, it was a familiar one.

"Listen, Lou-" I started.

He held a hand up, "just say where."

I smiled, another reason to love him. He was a test pilot and helicopter enthusiast. You can guess how we got here.

I explained the ridiculous situation as he hopped in his helicopter, paint a bit chipped but he liked it that way. It would take two hours to get back, in that time I hoped they'd learn this was all a fantasy but something told me to keep an open mind. My phone kept buzzing and as soon as we took off I threw it out the window.

---

When I arrived NASA was in shambles. Not literally torn into bits but everyone was acting like it was about to be. Me and Lou maneuvered through everyone's lunatic speed walking. We entered a main control room, at which point I realized we were still wearing our vacation shirts and looked like confused tourists. Dr. Kane and Dr. Lenson rushed over to us, Kane struggling with a large stack of papers and Lenson relieved beyond belief.

"Thank goodness you're here, hi Louis, we have more footage, Kane drop those papers already! Dr. Lenson spoke in a hurry and we all shuffled to the screens in the front of the room.

The screens were filled with one image. A giant chick floating in space.

I looked at Lenson like I was considering giving him a good bump on the head.

"Where's the footage?"

"Is this your wallpaper?" Lou asked.

Dr. Kane relieved his arms of the papers, looking incredibly hesitant to answer our questions.

"That....is the footage, sir."

Lou laughed. I lunged for those papers and shifted through them as quickly as a tornado topples a house. They were strings of code and back and forth messages between the rovers and us. I never accepted any records unless they were paper, and Kane had learned it well. The papers flew to the ground until I reached the last one, panting.

Lou placed a hand on my arm and I lifted the page with shaky hands. It had two lines.

Unidentified flying object Received: Got you

"This has got to be a joke."

"I think that's the point, sir." Said Dr. Kane.

I looked back up at the screen. A perfect replica of a baby chicken, bright yellow and as big as five semi trucks combined. Or perhaps three elephants. It was floating comfortably between Jupiter and Mars, making a squiggly beeline to Earth.

"Team K is working on sending a transmission back-" Said Dr. Lenson, typing on three computers at once. "-We don't know exactly where it is and teams A-J are busy within the chicken-"

"Back? Send back to who?" Don't say aliens...

"Aliens!" Exclaimed Kane with wide eyes. He was the type to believe in fantasies. He had a fake sword at his desk for Pluto's sake.

Lou laughed again, my first 'bring your partner to work day' was becoming a mockery.

He spoke up, "Well what are teams L-Z doing?"

Lenson scratched his five o' clock shadow. "Well they are..."

"Building the net." Kane finished.

---

We stood outside one of the many buildings at one of the launchpads. Except, instead of sending something off we were going to be receiving something. Teams A-J had calculated the chicks landing to exactly this spot, and now we were running around putting together a net like children. Or to be more fitting, headless chickens.

Lenson carried a laptop with footage of the floating chick, he never was without a screen. Me and Lou attempted to organize the plans, as everyone seemed to have a different idea on how nets were built. While Kane ran back inside to grab some more things. A rough estimate was that the chick would land in less than twenty minutes. The work was easier as the shadow of this beast reached us first. Whenever it quacked, and yes it quacked, a gust of wind would come through.

"Just like vacation Winst, shade and a breeze." Lou said in between pushing boxes of supplies around, while I scribbled and erased on a paper.

"Except the only foul I had to worry about were the seagulls."

"The world might end today, but I'm still having fun." Leave it to him to make light of things.

I scoffed. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Come on winner, you work too hard." He wiped a bit of sweat off my brow. He always called me a winner, even when I failed. Especially when I failed.

"That doesn't exactly apply in an emergency."

He sighed, "I know. But we finally took a vacation and now here you are back at work."

"That's not fair."

"I mean-"

"I got it!" Interrupted Kane, waving his...oh no. Waving his sword, which he called ancient but was clearly made last year by the tag on the bottom.

"Kane, no offense, but you are an idiot." I said.

He ignored me. "We might have to fight Spartacus."

"Excuse me?" Said Lou as confused as I was.

"The chicken! He might be a mean chicken."

"You named it?!"

Lenson came up to us, "T-minus ten minutes until the chick-"

"Spartacus." Corrected Kane.

"-lands here, be ready and...do something? Just be useful."

We were all lost, (some more than others), and all we could do was stand and wait. In silence. Almost.

"What if the landing cooks Spartacus?"

"Shh!" I shushed him though there was no reason to be quiet.

"Lets not think of upsetting things." Added Lou.

---

As hoped, the giant chick landed safely in the net. Somehow not being affected by space's atmosphere or the heat that came with landing. There wasn't really much to say, it was a chick. A seemingly indestructible chick. I heard many rounds of conversation over cooking it or sending it to a zoo. Kane relented his sword and hugged it. I pulled him away. The chick stood there looking curiously at us all.

Lenson announced that team K had figured out where the alien aircraft was and was able to send messages back now.

"You should ask them what kind of sick joke this is." I said.

"We're aiming for a bit more professional than that." Lenson said typing furiously.

But what on earth do you say to aliens for the first time?

NASA headquarters Transmission: ???

"Is three too many?" Inquired Kane.

"I think it portrays our confusion quite well." I replied, though I would've preferred to cuss them out.

Soon a beep was heard around the time the chick was getting a bit too close to me.

Unidentified flying object Received: ;)

"Now this is really a joke."

I was expecting to hear Kane say his 'I told you's' but he didn't, instead there were cooing noise behind me.

"Not again-"

Not only was Kane petting the chick but Lou too.

"Lou don't touch it!"

"But he's nice! Come pet him."

The chick started down at me, standing closer than I'd like it to be.

Lou grabbed my hand to lead it up to the chicks feathers, so big I could probably use one as a blanket.

I protested. "We don't know what kind of diseases-"

"He's from Pluto! There's nothing to fear."

"That's a pretty good reason to fear-"

My hand pressed onto the chick and I felt its soft feathers. The chick quacked again and leaned its head down to my level.

"Oh no you don't!" My eyes widened as its shadow enveloped me. It nuzzled its beak against me, poking my sides in a ticklish manner.

"Spartacus likes you!" Said Kane.

Too much.

—-

There was more discussion on what to do with it. The aliens did not give much more explanation other than three condescending ‘hahaha’s.’

Kane kept petting it and I didn’t bother to stop him, he was an idiot. However my own partner betrayed me and showed a fondness for the creature, as the creature showed a fondness for me.

Lou practically begged me to not let NASA hurt it, and really I can’t say no to that face.

“We could take care of him!”

“We? I have work.”

He frowned, “that’s what you-“

“Always say, I know.”

I thought for a moment. Chicks didn’t eat more than grain, but how much would it need? And don’t even get me started on living space or the potential of it growing even larger or suddenly getting a taste for blood or-

Lenson interrupted my thoughts. “Winston, your team’s waiting for an answer.”

Sometimes I hated having power.

“We, me and Lou, could…take care of it?”

Lou brightened. Lenson raised his eyebrows.

“How would you even do that?” He questioned.

“Make it my new job.”

I’d had the same job for over fifteen years straight, ‘new’ wasn’t exactly a word an older man like me used. I didn’t regret it though.

Everyone agreed and a plan was set. NASA would provide a space for the chick to live and fundings as long as I studied and took care of him. Humane studies, only observations.

Lou was beyond happy and considered this a permanent vacation. He helped me of course.

Spartacus became a new part of our family.

You are a scientist working for NASA. In the middle of a well-deserved vacation, your relaxing week off is interrupted by a short, urgent text message from one of your colleages: “PLUTO HATCHED.”