#stuff or whatever that would make sense to be called that... maybe... when he covered his face and said 'miasma'...

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One ThirtyFive

prompt from @justsearchingformystory and @starthecozy

Eddie’s speaking and reading and writing and all that stuff has come on massively, but he still doesn’t quiet grasp all the nuances of...well, humans. So, sometimes he does things that are just...kind of slightly to the left of normal.

He hasn’t yet grasped that he is really, really not at all subtle. Steve hopes he never works it out, prays quietly that Eddie remains brash and obvious for the rest of their lives. Eddie has a catalogue from somewhere, one of those cheap badly printed things you pick up at the mall. They’re everywhere this time of year, trying to pressure people into buying yet more gifts. Like stuff is the only thing that could possibly bring happiness at Christmas.

He sits close enough to Steve that they’re squished together, flipping the pages. He’s pretending to look but the way he’s holding the book, it’s more like he’s showing it to Steve.

“I like this sweater,” Eddie says, not at all nonchalantly, and then he stares at Steve. Waiting. Holding the page open to show a man and a woman in matching sweaters.

“Yeah, not really your style any more babe, but I’m sure you’d look great in it.” It does, in fact, look exactly like the kind of thing Steve would wear.

Eddie blinks, and Steve knows his plan just hit an unexpected roadblock. Steve can almost hear Eddie thinking. Then he frowns, and turns the page.

“A remote control car,” Eddie reads carefully, “comes with batteries,” he’s showing Steve again.

“I guess you’ve never had anything like that,” Steve grins sweetly, already sensing Eddie’s growing frustration. Whatever the opposite of subtle is, Eddie is it, “I could get you one for Christmas, if you like,” Steve offers, trying to play this as normal as possible, doing his absolute best to school his expression. He’s not sure he’s succeeding, but Eddie doesn’t seem to realize, so near enough.

Eddie turns a couple of pages, “snow chains?” He’s frowning at the book now, “what are snow chains?”

“For the car tires, so you don’t slip around in the snow, I’ve already got some,” Steve smiles sweetly. Eddie’s frown deepens, and he abandons his tactic, and the magazine, heading off in a huff.

Steve wakes up slowly. It’s not urgent, part of his brain telling him that it’s just Eddie that woke him. He can feel Eddie holding his hand, doing something, and Steve shifts sleepily under the covers, blinking his eyes open just as Eddie shuffles something into his pocket. Steve frowns, Eddie’s already dressed. “What you doing baby?”

Steve rubs his thumb between his fingers, rubbing away the ghost of Eddie’s touch, “nothing!” Eddie replies, way too fucking fast, and way way too enthusiastically.

“Uh hu, that isn’t suspicious at all. You’re dressed.”

“Yeah,” Eddie leans over and kisses Steve on the forehead, and when Steve presents his cheek, Eddie kisses him there too, “Chris will be here soon, we’re going Christmas shopping.”

Steve yawns, “can I tag along? I could do with getting some gifts.”

Eddie immediately looks shifty, “uhm, no.”

“I know you’re getting stuff for me baby, you keeping it secret?”

“Maybe.”

“How about I call Robs, I can do some shopping with Rob, you can do some shopping with Chrissy, and then we can swap, I need to get Rob something.”

“And I want to get Chrissy something,” Eddie smiles, seeing Steve’s plan, “you gotta get dressed.” Eddie drags the covers unceremoniously off Steve, making him groan at the loss of comfort, “I’ll call Rob, going soon.”

“Okay okay. I’m up, I’m up,” Steve groans, dragging himself out of bed as Eddie thuds down the stairs.

“Can we get lunch?” Eddie asks, leaning forward as far as he can given his seat belt. Chrissy is driving, so the girls are sitting in the front, “the food court,” he says, with the utmost reverence. Steve remembers very fondly the first time Eddie went to the mall, wandering around with Steve, mouth open, not sure where to look because there’s just so much stuff. Technically it wasn’t the first time Eddie had been to a mall, since Steve carried him through half of Starcourt when they made their escape, but Steve’s pretty sure Eddie doesn’t remember much of that. To be honest, neither does Steve since he was high on Russian drugs and beat all to hell.

The nearest mall is now near the city, so that’s where Steve took Eddie. And then he saw the food court for the first time. Eddie had made a noise Steve’s sure he’s only ever heard when they’ve been having sex.

Chrissy laughs, “of course we can.”

“Okay,” Steve checks his watch, “we meet here at twelve thirty, get lunch, then trade off, yeah?”

Robin salutes him, “aye aye captain.”

They go opposite ways, Robin immediately quizzing Steve, “so what is Eddie getting you?”

“I...actually have no idea. He’s brought his savings with him through, so,” Steve shrugs, “he’s got to buy for his secret Santa too.”

“Who did you get?”

“I am not telling you-”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours-”

Steve shoves her, laughing.

They don’t mean to find Eddie and Chrissy, but as they walk into the store and spot them, Steve and Robin both instinctively duck down out of the way, hiding.

“Oof, I hope that isn’t for either of us,” the sweater Eddie is holding up was an almost rabid confusion of pink and yellow.

They can hear Chrissy and Eddie laughing, “oh no,” Robin sighs, “they’re going to weaponize the sweater.”

“We should go, there’s no way I’ll be able to act surprised.”

Robin breathes deeply through her nose, trying to see where they’ve gone now, “okay, I think we’re safe, pretty sure he left the sweater.”

“Doesn’t mean they won’t be back for it,” Steve grumbles.

“They’re late,” Steve checks his watch. He isn’t worried; Eddie’s with Chrissy, and it’s only the mall.

“Not that late...there they are,” Robin goes on tip toe, waving to get their attention.

“Where’s all you stuff?” Steve can’t help but notice they’re empty handed.

“In the car, hidden from prying eyes,” Chrissy tells them with a knowing look.

“It’s a secret, Stevie,” Eddie informs them solemnly, “Chrissy is keeping my gifts at hers. We can wrap them in the dark.”

Chrissy snorts a laugh, “no honey, we need to keep Steve in the dark.”

“Right right,” Eddie frowns vaguely, but clearly has other priorities, “lunch food?”

Steve collapses onto the couch, simply walking around all the stores can be exhausting, maybe because of all the thinking and planning involved. Steve managed to get a couple of records and band shirts for Eddie; things he knows he will like.

His guitar playing has been coming along too, Eddie picking that up just as fast as everything else, and Steve managed to find a book of Metallica tabs at the record store, plus a red guitar pick necklace that he’s certain will be a winner. The red plastic has the faintest of sparkles to it, and Eddie is such a magpie Steve’s sure he will like it.

“Close your eyes Stevie love!” Eddie hollers through the house.

Steve snorts a laugh, but does as he’s told, not moving a muscle otherwise, still slouched on the couch, “okay! They’re shut!”

He can hear Eddie moving around, rustling things on the coffee table, “okay, open.”

Eddie’s laid out a bunch of...stuff...on the table. Crafty looking stuff. In the middle there are two Christmas stockings, the kind you hang on the mantle. One is red and green candy cane stripe, and the other a dark blue with little glittery starts printed all over. They look extremely cheap, but no less charming for it, “what are we doing baby?”

“We’re going to make hot chocolate, I got fancy marshmallows, and we’re decorating our socks.”

“Stockings.”

“Sure. That.” Eddie has scissors and felt and a little bottle of Elmer’s glue. There are tacky plastic gems with paper backs, and sheets of little foil stickers; angels and snow men and Christmas trees and stuff. “They have to have our names on, so we can cut out letters?” Eddie holds up a little sheet of colored felt material.

“I...you know. I’m pretty sure I see your vision, this looks fun. Lets go and make the hot chocolate.”

The smile Eddie gives him is brighter than the godamn sun, and they end up making out in the kitchen, waiting for the milk to heat.

Part ThirtySeven

[kalims]

ㅤlikey likey

premise. certain situations bring out the realization that they like it, and they can't help but appreciate it.

featuring. vice dorm leaders + ruggie

content. gender neutral reader, fluff

note. can we all agree that ruggie is savanaclaws vice dorm leaders at this point

trey likes it when you accompany him when he's in the kitchen, or anywhere for that matter but he's got a pretty big preference for his favorite place. maybe he thinks it's endearing to witness you acting like a little helper and following him around when he's just lowering the heat on the stove.

but he's used to the kitchen being so empty, with you there. the sound of the ticking oven is overshadowed by your light chatter, he'd thought he would perform better in a quiet environment to focus but turns out his treats come out more delicious than ever with the thought of you.

ruggie likes it when his hand brushes against yours, it's his personal favorite when he takes certain items from you. be it dangling your phone away from you, or a stray donut you just happened to be eating and didn't even think to share with him! :( .

initially he was just stealing stuff from you as a way to mess with you, he thinks it's funny. (it's totally a ruggie love language trust me. he'd never rob someone so obviously.) but now it's just another reason to use so he can cover up the 'I wanna touch you but idk how without getting called out.

jade likes it when you're both up in the mountains scouring for dangerous mushrooms to take home and claim as pets. you're a pretty prominent figure if he's actually telling you that you can't take that one home because it releases a poisonous spore when touched, but he says that there's another way of taking then home..?

especially when you're just crouching down, admiring them (from a distance usually because you've grown a fear from how many times he's warned you about a variety.) you're too immersed in it and jade can't pinpoint whether to be pleased or iffed that your attentions not on him. well it's always a pleasure to see his two favorite things together.

jamil likes it when you see him midst conversation and he sees you visibly brightening up. it doesn't matter if it's in a sense that everyone can tell but to him he can see your energy jolt when your eyes seem to sparkle. even better when you come up with some half-assed excuse to get out of said conversation and instead approach him to start another conversation.

the fact that you'd be so willing to abandon a talk with someone for a talk with him sends his soul ascending to the heavens and doing cartwheels. you're lucky cause he usually avoids talk with other people but he can't seem to make a lie to get out when you're looking a him like that.

rook is an eccentric man so his like for you is a little.. strange? he likes it when you greet him, weirdly simple for someone like rook but wait! he likes it because over time him speaking up from some random place like a tree, or a window doesn't scare the shit out of you as it used to. so to be short you're accustomed to his antics so you just greet him casually.

he always grins brighter when he hears it, his eyes crinkle and he always comes up with the poetic compliments before giving a variety of greetings each time. he doesn't mean to scare someone when he does it, they usually all run away when he wants to talk so you're just so fantastic! <4

ortho likes it when you visit. actually he likes you a lot! you're one of the few people in the entirety of nrc that are 1.) isn't scared of him or 2.) not weirded out. you're just like another big sibling to him! his favorite time of the day is around 8-10 PM because that's when you usually come around for your daily visit to catch up with him, gossip, or whatever. ortho will support you in whatever.

a crime? he expresses concern but is fully willing to aid you with whatever :) (HES SO CUTE.)

lilia likes it when you kiss his nose. he loves any affection you show him at all, kisses on the lips, fingers, temple whatever. he's gonna gobble every single second of it. his personal favorite though? for some reason its the nose. he insists its the inner bat in him, since bats do show affection through rubbing each other's noses together. you aren't one though so a kiss there is probably the closest to that.

plus points if you do it when he just jumpscares you after dropping from the ceiling, hanging upside down in his favorite position while you kiss his nose? oh goodness, he's in heaven! plz don't hold back, kiss him more... if you don't wanna he's gonna trick you either way (with love ofc)

note. HIHIHI sorry this isn't much but I figured I better feed the vice dorm leader stans 😭 not pr its midnight rn hel

Ill just link this tom, I'm gonna sleep 😓

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Sleepover

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

masterlist

Summary: Bucky sleeps over.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Should be good as new,” Bucky sits back on the footstool and rubs his neck. “Don’t know about me, though.” 

You lean on the counter with a sheepish smile, “I told you, I’d call the landlord.” 

“Uh huh? And try to light this thing in the meantime? You’d set yourself on fire,” he closes the over door and stands. “I like you unsinged, dreamy.” 

“I have a microwave,” you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, you mean the one that sparks and sounds like military tank?” He challenges as he packs up his toolbox. 

“It makes the food hot,” you rebuff. 

“Uh huh. Maybe the radiation is getting to ya,” he teases as he puts the box on the counter. 

He stretches his arms and as he brings them down, he yawns, covering his mouth. He turns his other wrist to check the time. 

“God, it’s late,” he says. 

“Is it--” you choke on your words as you see the time on the stove. “Oh gosh, Buckyyy.” You whine. “You shouldn’t have stayed so long.” 

“And let you burn this place down? You’re going to give me flashbacks. God, I think it was... 1938. Steve was living with his ma still, taking care of her, and he left some newspapers by the stove...” 

“1938...” you echo. “Right, I’m not going to say it.” 

“You better not,” he pokes you in the ribs playfully. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t waste any more of your time. You know, I’ll be just fine walking through the dark. I might get overtime pay if I can wrangle in some hoodlums--” 

“Oh, stop,” you huff, “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow. I know the couch is a bit small.” 

“Ah, doll, you don’t gotta--” 

“God, you sound like such an old man. ‘Doll, you want a lozenge?’” You mock as you throw your hands up. “Can’t anyone do something nice for you?” 

“What? What do you mean? I’m joshing ya,” he follows you as you spin and march out of the kitchen. 

“Sure, I know. Always a joke with you.” 

“What is this about? The date?” He asks. 

“Well... I thought you’d be more excited,” you shrug. “I was really excited for you. Now I feel like I’m forcing you.” 

“You kinda are,” he leans again the wall as you open the closet, the door blocking him from your view. 

“Forcing you to go out with a sophisticated, gorgeous, woman? I know, it’s torture.” 

“Trust me, I know what torture is. It’s not a joke,” he crosses his arms. You blanch. 

“I-- sorry, I didn’t mean--” you stutter as you kick the door shut. 

He laughs, “got ya again.” He taps the end of your nose then takes the blanket from you. “Relax, I said yes. I’ll put on a tie and comb my hair. Look human.” 

“Awesome,” you smile and he squints. 

“Mm, and you always do that,” he accuses. “Those puppy dog eyes.” 

“I’m more of a cat person,” you giggle. “There’s a pillow on the back of the couch and—oh, want a hot chocolate. I usually have one before bed.” 

“Hot chocolate?” He repeats as he goes to the couch and drops the blanket on top. 

“Sure! I got the oreo stuff.” 

“Nah, I’m good,” he sits and rolls his shoulder. 

“Well, you snooze, you lose. More for me,” you tilt your head and skip back into the kitchen. You flip the kettle on and sweep back into the living room. 

“What about you?” Bucky asks before you can leave him. “You still coming? You find someone?” 

“Oh, I’ll be there but I’m still looking for a date,” you say. “Don’t worry, I got a few ideas.” 

“Right, lined up the block, huh?” 

You stick your tongue out and flit into the bedroom, “whatever.” 

You close the door behind you and change into your pajamas. The fluffy pink shorts go perfectly with the tee with the bunny on the front. You step into your slippers and go back out. 

As you come out, Bucky pushes his hair back and groans. He has his shirt off as he sits back and pushes his arms wide. He cracks his neck again as your eyes meet. 

“Last call for hot chocolate?” You offer. 

“No thanks,” he says as he leans forward. 

You smile and scurry into the kitchen. The tension rises with the steam of the kettle. You weren’t expecting to see him like that. Well, it’s just his chest and his abs. Abs? He has abs. Holy moly.  

You look down and poke your pudge. Maybe he can give you some tips. You peel back the lid from the canister of chocolate powder; a start would be cutting down on the sweets. 

The hardwood shifts and his footsteps circles around to the kitchen door. You glance over as you spoon the mix into a mug. You put the lid back on and shove the can back into the cupboard. 

“Water?” He asks. 

“Sure, fridge,” you point. 

The kettle clicks and you take it of its heater. You pour and glance over as Bucky pulls open the fridge. He bends to search the mostly bare shelves. You’re overdue for a shop. 

“The jug should be--” the water laps over the side of the mug and hits your fingers. “Ow! Ayeee!” 

You slam the kettle down and shake your hand. Bucky’s so fast, you squeal as he grabs you and spins you to face the sink. He flips the cold water on and shoves your hand under the flow. You whine again at the frigid splash. 

“Ah, Bucky, I’m fine. It’s just a little water,” you tug but he keeps a hold of you. 

“I told you to be careful,” he huffs. “You should pay attention.” 

“I was trying to help,” you say. 

“And I’m tryna help you stay outta trouble,” he reproaches. 

“I’m okay. Really, it’s nothing.” You shut off the tap and wriggle free of his grasp. “See?” 

The burn stings but it’s nothing you can’t handle. You’re more affected by his suddenness. You can feel his hard strength throbbing in your wrist. If he didn’t want to let go, he wouldn’t have to. That thought needles behind your ears. 

He drops his shoulders, “sorry, dream. Really. I was just... you scared me, you know? I hear ya make those noises and I get a bit... uptight.” 

You exhale and give a small smile, “no, I... appreciate it. I mean, you can’t turn hero mode off, can ya?” 

He chuckles and the air thins, “yeah. Guess that’s what you can call it.” 

[guabie]

Wait so the wild hunt is following traces of lenores blood not scent seeing as it zeros in on the misfits hands (they did their blood pact) and not other places like dukes entire back from when he slept side by side with Lenore.

so now I wanna know why was the ring bloody? Is it something to do with their deaths like her blood got on it through splatter? But that wouldn’t make sense since Annabel would have blood on herself too and the stag would be more inclined to chase her rather than the ring.

So maybe before that in the manor when she burned everyone and ran away with the ring but again the ring seemed intact and was even covered by the ring box.

Or was there an incident in their lives where her blood gets on it that is yet to be revealed? Like maybe she made a similar blood oath with Annabel but swore on her engagement ring or sum. (I’m pulling shit out of my ass but it’s a pretty cool hc)

or is it a history with her ancestors rather than her since the curse is generational and that was a family ring.

Maybe the stag isn’t following her blood but more so her devotion? Like a strong presence of herself, For example with the blood she doesn’t touch everyone (but her blood could trickle onto the others hands) but regardless if we focus in on that maybe it’s not the blood but the simple act of devotion. Her faith and whatnot since it is a curse maybe it targets a certain aspect of herself. Or it’s that devotion that she gives and pours out that sticks like in a concentrated area.

That would make more sense as to why her ring is what the stag followed because she put a lot of hope into her plan of marrying Annabel and running away, (she would most likely die if the plan didn’t work) and so strong emotions would naturally stick. Especially when in an afterlife aspect because if we think about it both events (the burning manor stuff and blood oath) happened in states of I wouldn’t really say mortal panic but in the sense that death was prevailing. And a renewal of life, when she runs away Lenore dies and becomes Leo, when the blood oath happens it’s that she’s no longer alone and has people by her side? I’m a bit iffy with the oath on that, I’ll have to go reread that chapter but I think yall get what I’m tryna reach, it’s a new way of living for her who was alone most of her life, to have people by her side willing to stick by her.

And people just before their death or in their lives always have items that they kept dear to themselves or latched onto, e.g. the stuff in their briefcases. These items often become haunted in movies or resolve conflicts in media yk like Annabel the doll. So I think she put so much of her will or herself or soul or whatever you wanna call it into these acts/items that they latched onto her and became apart of her yk?

So yeah 👍

I just woke up and read the chapter as soon as my eyes opened so I don’t get spoiled and I need to get this word vomit out asap and can’t quite find my words. It’s 5:00 am when I’m writing this so bear with me 😭🙏.

Can yall tell I like to hyper fixate on shit?

[greenduvet]

flowers she gave him pt. 1

A/N: Hi loves!! So excited to finally share this story that has been brewing in my head for what feels like forever. I haven’t posted any of my writing publicly for years! So this is a big step for me, and I just couldn’t keep these thoughts to myself any longer. I want to say the biggest thank you to @luiscarrutherss and @galarian-weezing-on-prep for not only reading the early draft but making me feel excited to write and share my story. Also my girlfriend for helping me edit and watching succession. This will be a friends to lovers slow burn, so if that’s your jam like mine stick around! Anyways, enjoy mwah!

The floor was silent. Most people had gone home hours ago, the lights off in most offices. It was always so odd this time of night — looking out over all the different worlds happening just below, life continued on so vividly yet it felt so stiff and halted here.

It wasn’t the plan to have been here this late. Really he should have picked you up hours ago, the dinner reservation that had been made earlier this week now way past check in.

The reservation was Roman’s idea. Maybe a poor attempt at an apology, the only way a Roy knew how to apologize — dance around it yet never letting it fully resolve. You were used to it by now, a lifetime of Roman had made you well familiar. Yet this time felt different. Roman for once in his life was being distant, independent. He would blame it on work, family, stress, but you knew him better than that.

Tearing your eyes from the window, you look at your phone. Still nothing from Roman, not even a heads up that he would be an hour late to the aforementioned reservation. The thought of sending another ignored text filled you with a sense of irritation. Why wait here when you could see him face to face?

Without a second thought you haphazardly throw your things into your bag, muttering softly to yourself. The lights of your borderline clinical office flick off as you shut the door.

The way to Romans office was nearly tattooed in your brain from years of walking back and forth. Though your office was just down the hall, tonight it felt like a dreadful journey into unfamiliar territory. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

Turning the corner you could see him through the thick glass walls. He was staring at his computer, full attention to whatever was on the screen. You swear you had never seen him work so hard in his life… or at least pretend to work this hard. With a soft sigh, you walk into the office and stop in front of his desk, his eyes not once glancing from the screen.

“Late night?” The tone of your voice is dry, maybe a bit sarcastic. You weren’t used to this Roman, the detached, focused type. He had always been clingy, willing to throw his work down as soon as you had walked in.

Even standing directly in front of him, his eyes still never move from the screen. Moving his free hand from the desk to run through his already tousled hair, he hums softly, not bothering to give a full response.

Another sigh leaves your mouth and you turn to take a seat on the piece of foam covered in velvet they called a couch, there more for decor than actual comfort.

~~~

While your back is turned, Roman’s eyes glance quickly to you. The perfect image of a long day, he watched as you slowly dropped your bag without a thought. The whole day he had fought the urge to text you and watched the minutes tick past the planned reservation. He didn’t understand why he was doing this, pushing you away and trying to hurt you. Yet he felt like he was the only one hurting here.

As quick as his eyes lingered on you they were back on the screen, looking at the same report sheet he had been rereading for over an hour now. The sight of you settling on the couch out of the corner of his eye made his brows furrow softly. Why was he doing this again?

“Uh, ya know, Dad had me do some stuff.” He mumbles softly in response, his voice high in octave and almost tense. God, he didn’t even believe himself. He rips the hand in his hair down and begins to rapidly type something on the computer, trying his best to sell his stupid ‘busy’ act. You weren’t buying it, but it was unspoken that you and Roman never really did feelings — maybe that's why you were still so close.

~~~

Sighing, you pull your phone out and slip off the uncomfortable shoes you were wearing. It seems like Roman won’t be finished anytime soon, so neither will you.

The two of you work in a tense but comfortable silence, you clearing old emails and roman rapidly slamming keys. It was routine, though it didn’t keep you from noticing that what was once so familiar was now slowly changing. The silence still comfortable, yet more deafening than before.

“We had a reservation for tonight, did you forget?” Your voice breaks the silence, addressing the elephant in the room. Panning your view to roman, you can tell the question makes him squirm. The vein on his forehead bulged, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the screen.

You wait to hear some poor excuse, something around how it wasn’t his fault or to fuck off… but it never comes. Roman just continues to slam on the keys, the discomfort only growing on his face.

Sitting up, you nearly roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time of the night. You didn’t have time to waste sitting twiddling your thumbs to expect a coherent response from Roman when he obviously wasn't interested in giving you one. Slipping on your tight shoes, you grab your bag and rise wordlessly.

You look at Roman, hoping for something. For him to look at you, acknowledge that you were here for him. His eyes remained glued to the screen, though it seems like there is a deeply rooted panic there. 5...10…30 seconds go by and he does nothing.

The voice in your head repeating a mantra of fuck this over and over finally wins, and you turn to the door to leave. Though it hurt, you were tired of this back and forth. That, and your bed sounded much more appealing than the stone couch.

~~~

The second you leave Romans office, his eyes tear from the screen to your disappearing figure. The feeling of panic that had been bubbling in his chest all week started to explode into a deeper fear — you were walking away. He knew he deserved it, but still — what the fuck? Part of him thinks to leave you be and ignore your texts again, but his heart is screaming at him to follow you, chase after you and stop pushing you away like he had been for weeks.

He rises from his desk, leaving his computer unlocked and hastily makes it over to where you’d gone off to.

~~~

It feels like the elevator is taking forever on purpose. Maybe to taunt you for waiting for Roman, or maybe because deep down you had hoped he would come after you. Still, you waited for the doors to open so you could forget about today and the weird feeling in your chest at your best friend ignoring you. Why did it feel like you might actually lose him this time? Roman had seen you through your worst, and you’d seen him through his. But this dynamic was new, and didn’t feel like something you could recover from.

Finally, the high pitched ding breaks you from your thoughts, the doors sliding open to the luxury elevator awaiting you. Stepping in, you scan your badge and wait to be taken to ground level once again. Wine sounded good tonight, lots of it.

The doors begin to close, but before they can shut a hand is shoved between them, forcing them to open. Roman. He was there, face slightly flushed. It was funny, because Roman had never been the one to chase after you originally.

~~~

The sun felt hot – almost scorching. It was the end of June and finally it was starting to feel like summer in the hamptons. The backyard seemed to stretch on forever and was decked in long tables covered in lavish meals. This was a yearly event Logan held for his “partners” and their families — It was for the people who knew where the bodies were hidden. The whole ‘get away’ was to keep them close.

Though the event was mostly filled with adults, a few children were scattered around. A boy almost in his older teens, one a few years younger doing his best to fit in with the adults. An even younger boy with messy hair and big eyes, a young girl with fiery red hair, and lastly another girl who didn’t really fit in with the others. Yet that didn’t stop her from trying.

“Roman! Look at this – it's a worm!” You held out the stick with a worm dangling from it, the soft blue dress hanging on your tiny frame most definitely ruined. The wide grin on your face only grew as Romans eyes widened in disgust as he turned in the opposite direction. You would only start to chase after him again in response, as you had all afternoon.

This was a game between just you and Roman — you bugged, poked, nagged, and in response he would run away, gag, and ignore. For some reason your tiny brain just never got the memo that he couldn’t stand you. Things were easier back then. Innocent.

The sound of a loud bell stops you in your steps, Roman halting ahead of you. Dinner time. Placing the worm gently back to the ground you follow the children you came to know as the Roys.

The feeling of eyes on you from your parents and other bodies burnt like fire on your skin as you approached the dinner table. You hadn’t meant to dirty the dress, but running through the vast yard with the people you called “friends” had made you forget — forget that this was a performance, and that you needed to set a good example so that your family could stand out. Your mother would have words to say about this later.

Each child slid into their assigned seat at their own table away from the adult conversations happening at the other, longer table. You couldn’t help but feel a little relieved — you didn’t fully understand that whole world yet at the ripe age of 5, but you knew enough to be bored. Shiv felt the same way you did, her face more relaxed now than it had been at the sound of the ringing bell.

Roman’s seat was the one next to yours, and it was made obvious by the soft groan that left his mouth when he saw the tag of his name next to yours. Dramatically, he pulled his chair from the table, each action over dramatized and nearly throwing his body into the seat. Though the sour look didn't last long on his face as his eyes panned over to you and your dirty blue dress.

“Mommy and Daddy won’t be very happy with that, now will they?” The sour look fades from his face, a devilish grin replacing it. His tone is teasing and rude. It wasn’t anything new with Roman, though. The only attention he spared to give you was the more unpleasant kind. But it didn’t stop your obsession with trying to break him down and play with you.

You return his comment with a pout and look away from him, your hands finding themselves busy undoing the neatly folded table napkin at your place setting. Gently your fingers pull it apart, corner by corner. Finally you place it gently on your lap, your head high as you reply. “It was an accident. Maybe if you played nice, I wouldn't be messy.”

Roman was almost surprised with the response he was met with, a little smirk filled his lips. He couldn’t help but feel put in his place. He nodded to himself, taking the napkin and ripping the cloth out of its fold. Vastly different from the way you had done it with so much meaning. Maybe you weren’t as annoying as Roman thought.

The dinner was pretty tame. The children made soft conversation about various topics — the summer vacations they had planned, the extracurriculars, the movies they wanted to see. While the adults stuck to business conversation, how it always was and would be. It felt nice though, for once being around other children who somewhat understood your lifestyle. That, and it was a lot better than the company of your au pair.

After dinner, you find yourself with Shiv in the garden playing a game of fairies while running around the well maintained garden of roses. The sound of your feet against the gravel and shared giggles is all that can be heard — a pure moment of childhood innocence. Your dress slowly changed into one more brown than blue, Shiv’s own dress dirtying as well. It didn’t matter though, because for once you were just girls playing.

Logan’s booming voice rips you and Shiv from the moment. You can’t make out anything he is saying, but the both of you know it can't be good. You look to Shiv but her eyes are already on your face, wide and crystal blue. Then you hear it clear as day, the only word that mattered. Roman.

Looking around, you find a flower from one of the many bushes and pluck it gently, making sure to not damage any petals. You didn’t know Roman well yet but you knew well enough that this was normal. The sound of Logan's booming voice most times directed at him, as he seemed to always be the easiest target. Though, there was something about this time that felt worse than the others.

Without a second thought you run off, away from Shiv and the flower garden, carefully cradling the small white flower in your palm. The soft sound of sniffling guiding where to go, eventually leading you to the side of the oversized house.

There he was — sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, and a hand holding his cheek in pain. The spitting image of a kicked puppy.

This was worse than the other times.

Wordlessly you sit next to Roman, eyes not daring to look at him, but glued to the wall with ivy overgrowing. Before Roman can protest or run away, you bring the small white flower into view. A smile fills your lips before placing the flower onto his knee with all the care in the world.

That was the moment everything changed.

~~~

The elevator doors open fully and Roman steps into it with you. Your name falls from his lips as his hands comb through his hair for the umpteenth time that night. “Look– Fuck. Let’s just grab dinner, okay? There’s gotta be someplace still open and half edible around the block.”

You can tell he is trying his best to contain his expression and stay in control of the moment, but he's failing. Miserably.

His hazel eyes watery and nearly pleading, begging you to look at him and forgive him for being a total ass.

Looking him up and down, you hesitate. Maybe to make him sweat or to make him feel how you did all day, you weren’t sure.

“Wherever we go, I want hashbrowns.” You tear your eyes away from roman and click the button that would take you to the lobby. Immediately there is air in the elevator again, Roman’s pleading eyes vanishing. He always seemed to get his way with you.

[silverflqmes]

Any HCs for Sephiroth with an s/o that's afraid of thunder? 👀💖

໒⦂ 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi, i did my best to compile some headcanons, personally i think sephiroth might also be scared himself, so a little comfort will go his way too :’)

genre. hurt + comfort

sephiroth x gn!reader.

⌗ the fear of thunder and lightning, otherwise known as astraphobia, is commonly shared among most and completely understandable to sephiroth whenever you find it in yourself to tell him.. unless you give yourself away on accident.

⌗ i feel that due to his enhanced senses and of all the bullshit hojo put him through, he might have developed a sensitivity to loud noises and flashes — but he has learnt to grit his teeth and bear it.

⌗ on some nights it can be a little harder for him, but he feels at ease if you are around and does his best to protect you since you are suffering from the same — if not, worse.

⌗ if you take it upon yourself to speak up about your fear, rest assured, it’s a judgment free zone. sephiroth neither has the place to judge, nor does he shun you for it because he understands it well and wishes to do all that he can to help you through your fear.

⌗ if you have difficulty telling him, trust me with how observant he is, he’s likely to put the pieces together pretty easily. but even still, he will wait until you are ready to tell him.

⌗ but if a thunderstorm comes and you have failed to do, he will take matters into his own hands and at the minute he catches wind of your discomfort.

⌗ it could be a flinch, the tiniest whimper, you ducking to cover your ears or a haphazard excuse to leave the room — but sephiroth will know.

⌗ he would give you a moment if you left the room, but when he doesn’t see you return, he will approach and either join you wherever you are hiding, no matter how small the space is ( this man will cram himself in there like a cat don’t underestimate him ), or pull you into his hold for you to hide in his chest while he soothes your shaking body with his touch.

⌗ from the day he discovered your fear, he would regularly check the weather, making sure to be home whenever a thunderstorm would take place to comfort you through it.

⌗ if he’s away or cannot be home on time from either a mission or meeting, he’s got you on speed dial and keeps you on call for however long you need.

⌗ if he cannot call you at all because fuck shinra sometimes ( all the time ), he took it upon himself to buy you one of those weighted anxiety plushies — or even a normal plush for you to cuddle to feel safe. personally i’m uh.. thinking a gray kitty with cerulean colored eyes to remind you of him :’) so that you feel like he’s still there in a sense.

⌗ another thing is maybe audio recordings of him ( probably just random stuff about his day and sweet nothings ) for you to listen to if you need to hear his voice in the case again, that he cannot be there or phone you.

⌗ throughout a thunderstorm, he would do his best to take your mind off it and make it a little more bearable if at all possible.

⌗ me personally, i like rain but i’m no good with thunderstorms that come with strong winds — the sounds give me a bit of ptsd, especially if i’m on my own. but i try to do things to take my mind off it, which i will list through sephiroth<3

⌗ thunder is a sound which can be solved by playing something over it. whether it’s a show, movie or music, even conversation — you bet your boyfriend is providing whatever he can to mask the unpleasant noises outside.

⌗ rainy days can be nice to get all bundled up in blankets with tea, hot coco or coffee — any warm beverage that you personally enjoy, and sephiroth is willing to use that as a way of making the storm a little easier to handle. pairing the experience with a good book or poetry is also nice — certainly if he offers to read to you. goodness his voice is so nice..

⌗ furthermore he has the curtains pulled in your shared apartment if you find it easier not to see what’s happening outside and he takes it upon himself to make homemade soup for dinner<3

⌗ when the storm drags into the evening, he takes you into his arms and holds you as tight as he possibly can, shielding you from the world beyond his windows.

⌗ even as you tremble and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, you can hear sephiroth humming, the gentle and steady pitter patter of his heartbeat as he smooths a hand down your back. gradually, it relaxes you and your eyes begin to get heavy.

⌗ you hold on tight to your beloved, allowing his protective hold to envelope you wholly as you at last give into sleep, aware that he would keep you safe throughout the evening and remainder of the thunderstorm.

⌗ bonus for sephiroth.. on the rare occasions that his own fear gets the better of him, you do your best to muster whatever courage you can throw together and hold him closely.

⌗ you card your fingers through his silky hair, allowing him to bury his face in either your neck, shoulder, chest — wherever he feels most comfortable — as you rub his back as tenderly as possible, vowing to be there through the very end as he has with your moments of fear.

notes. i may have gotten a little too detailed and indulged a little more than i should have.. but i’m hoping it’s to your likings, tysm for requesting again<3

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[taffycandyqt]

Hi taffy!! Idk if anyone has done this but its been on my mind for a while now. YouTuber reader and editor donnie. Where Donnie has a little avatar that pops into videos and reader talks in the video to him for when he edits (kind of like a Markiplier and Lixian kind of thing?) Thanks soo much! Lots of love!

Yesssss!!!! I absolutely love Marks and Lixians dynamic! Oh this is gonna be so fun!

You didn't specify what version you wanted so I'm just gonna assume you want rise Donnie and do that👍

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Little Editor Boy

You found your video editor a couple years after starting YouTube. He's great at his job and you enjoy talking to him. You never met him in person though, so imagine your surprise when you find out he's a giant mutant turtle!

Rise Donnie x gn reader

Headcannons

Fluff

Before dating

Othello was the best person you had ever worked with and one of your closest friends.

You hired him after he had edited one of your videos for his own channel.

It was purely for satire but you loved his sense of humor and he was good at what he does.

Now you guys call practically all the time and he even feeds you ideas for new videos.

You loved pushing your dynamic on your videos too!

Talking to him like he was in the room with you and teasing back and forth like he was there responding to you.

It was fun!

You hated watching your videos but you loved to go to the parts where you "talk to him" just to see his witty comebacks.

He never ceased to make you laugh.

With all this though you've never met in person, nor have you ever seen his face.

He always avoids the topic or makes some sort of excuse.

No he doesn't have a working camera on any of his technological devices despite his fluency with the stuff, yes he really does live in Zimbabwe even thought he consistently talks about going to places exclusively in New York

Yes he is busy Ninja training, no that is not a lie, unfortunately he is planning on being sick the next two weeks that your free so guys can't visit each other.

Safe to say, you were done with his bull.

So on your next phone call you cornered him for the truth.

Little did you know that the truth was, he did want to meet you, but he couldn't.

Now it should be known that Donnie isn't ashamed of how he looks.

Is he aware? Yes.

Does he care? No.

If someone else has a problem with it, it's just that, their problem.

But with you, he wants you to like him, and he HATES that.

He wishes that taking the chance to meet you in person didn't scare him so much.

He doesn't want you to scream, run, call him a freak, and fire him!

So when you put him in tight position to meet you, he was kinda freaking out.

Not that his "bad boy" persona would ever let him show it.

Donnie's knee bounced under the table as he waited for you to come into the shabby diner you both decided to meet at. Purple hoodie and mittens with black jeans and sneakers. Normally he hated wearing all this junk but if he could avoid the inevitable freakout as long as possible then so be it. With his hood pulled up to shield his face from the occasional passer-by. The yellow lights flickered periodically and it made him wish he was back at his lab fixing up whatever project he felt like instead of watching that persistent technological annoyance.

The minutes ticked by and he was starting to wonder if you were coming at all. Maybe you had seen him from afar and decided you didn't actually want to meet him? Maybe you were freaked out? At this point he couldn't decide which one would distress him more. The prospect of meeting you or the idea that you no longer want to meet him. Panicked thoughts started rushing through his head and the plasticy covering of his booth seat was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the longer he sat there alone. If felt like he was in the splash zone waiting for a wave to smack him.

Before he can go any deeper into this panic though, you say down in front of him.

"Sorry I'm a little late. Hopefully five minutes wasn't too long a wait!" you laughed to yourself as you slid into the booth seat across from him.

"N-nope! All good here! A ha..." he mumbled awkwardly.

You both talked as your food came and he stayed draw in on himself and refused to let you see his face.

He would get more comfortable with the conversation as you talked and things seemed to be getting into a better note but his body language still seemed to stay uncomfortable.

You just kept the conversation up and hoped he would come out of his shell.

Nothing seemed to be working until you got on the topic of Jupiter Jim and you mentioned how underrated Atomic Lass and Atomic Lads dynamic is within the franchise and fanbase.

He'd sit up so fast that his hood flew off is face as he released an exasperated "EXACTLY!"

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

You didn't know what to expect but it wasn't green skin and less than human features.

Your bewildered staring clued him into his fatal mistake.

He'd sink back into the booth seat choking out an awkward forced laugh.

You so badly want to ask "What are you?" But that seemed a tad dehumanizing. Though you guessed he wasn't really human.

So after the initial shock wore off, you decided to say something a bit different.

"There's the face I've been dying to meet," you smiled.

"Pardon?" He looked up at you a tad surprised.

This was the first time he made eye contact with you since you got here.

"I haven't been trying to meet you in person for so long just so I could catch a glimpse of your fashion sense you know,"

After that he played it off like he knew you would react that way and immediately straightened his posture at the table.

The time there also got a bit more comfortable as you both chatted freely.

He still kept the hood on but was no longer using it to obscure his face.

Eventually you noticed his hands had been degloved and saw his green three fingers.

You didn't stare like you did at his face but you made a mental note to ask him about it later.

You were still curious okay?

While Dating

Once you two start saying it becomes increasingly obvious to you followers.

Your interactions with Donnie's little character slowly went from boss employee teasing to ridiculous romantic jokes to just straight up calling him pet names.

When you find out about Donnie's family and their mutant situation you were actually really interested.

Though it did make you a little sad at the realization that his behavior when you first met in person was because he thought you'd think of him differently.

Because of this one of your favorite names for him becomes "handsome boy" or "handsome man".

You'd ask him to edit something for you in one of your videos and when you were done explaining it you'd say "thank you my handsome boy!" And continue playing the game.

The first time this happened he was just watching the video to edit it like he normally does, only to get jump scared by the nickname.

Don't get me wrong, he loved the name, but he just didn't know what to think.

It took him a good ten minutes to recover from his flustered state of mind.

After he got out of it he would consider just editing that part out.

For.... reasons.

But ultimately left it in since the cut would be too awkward.

Needless to say your followers are BEGGING for an Othello face reveal and you just have to keep saying no😭😭

Outside of that you are like the OTP for Internet couples.

It gets to the point where you guys kinda become a meme

Some fan of a different streamer will talk about how that streamer and their partner and perfect for eachother and then one of your fans will just be like "yeah but are they as perfect as y/n and Othello von Ryan?"

It even evolves I into "peanut butter and jelly are the perfect pair" "not as perfect as y/n and Othello tho..."

or "UGH! GUYS! My fit EATS! Almost as much as y/n and Othello!"

It's all in good fun, and you find it absolutely hilarious.

Donnie is amused and anytime you show him these memes he simply nods and says something along the lines of "well I cannot disagree with objective fact."

Overall, very cute, very fun.

[revserrayyu]

3.1 Amphoreus thoughts [part 1]

***Spoilers ahead*** for everything covering the first trial, the fight at the grove and the quick bathhouse scene after, so don’t read any further if you haven’t finished. At the time of writing this I’ve completed the full story quest so be wary if I mention any details that may happen later.

Having us start off with Mydei’s pov and allowing us to use him in a couple fights was so cruel, if only because I spent quite a while getting distracted by his presence and simply admiring his.. everything. His voice actor did such a fabulous job this patch too.

I think it’s kinda endearing how fond his is of his mother and so ready to defend her at any moment. His father on the other hand, not so much.

So, it turns out it really was him that Phainon went ahead and “stabbed.” I figured it was during the trail, but the silhouette threw me off a bit so there were times I thought he was maybe just fighting himself instead.

No harm done however, not because Mydei is immortal or this whole fight is dreamlike, but because Phainon didn’t really hit him.. or Mydei blocked it off to the side. Either way, it’s something I didn’t while watching but yeah, it’s clear that sword didn’t even slice him.

I know people have their concerns when it comes to Aglaea, but the more plotting we hear of her off to the side, the more I enjoy her. I mean, it’s not entirely bad to believe that Phainon would fail his trail sense it just makes more sense for Mydei to own the coreflame of Strife given his lore.

On a less serious note, seeing him chat with some of the kids at the bathhouse and sorta scolding them from being away from their parents was cute. Who knew our tough king could be good with kids? This makes the whole situation of the 3.1 banners kinda funny since we got this tall, strong and handsome as heck man running alongside being Tribbie, Yunli & Huohuo, who are all on the smaller side.

I gotta say that whomever was voicing Mydei’s mother totally nailed it. The anger in her voice was spot on.

No offense to Castorice, but if I woke up and had literal death staring right back at me, I’d be terrified and probably pass out again right there. But huzzah, the notorious Penacony question makes its return.

ot gonna lie, but I’m actually quite pleased with Hyacine’s model. I didn’t have any strong opinions from the few teasers we saw of her previously, but she’s real cute in-game. She’s 100% gonna be an Abundance unit though, yeah? There’s no way a nurse could be anything else.

The amount of hate I see for Mem simply because the thing is pink is wild. I’m starting to enjoy them more and more and I always love catching whenever they’re able to actually speak words.

I can’t wait to learn more about whatever kind of history there is between Aglaea and Anaxa. We see them interact very briefly towards the end of the patch, where he forgets she’s even around and her thinking of him as an annoying child, so the tension is definitely there. I can only imagine how many times she threatened to end him if she treats Anaxa worse than us.

Well, too bad! Rules are made to be broken, ANAXA.

The way they worded this moment of disappointment was funnier to me than I could’ve anticipated.

It must be because the scholarly type of vibe I get with Dr. Ratio, but I originally thought Anaxa was going to be this self-centered guy, but at least he cares enough to put himself at risk for everyone else at the grove. With the mention of alchemy before and “equivalent exchange” now, I can’t help but think of FMA.

So we saw this image last patch too but it’s clearer now that Cyrene was killed by the Flame Reaver. It’s fair to assume she was a Chrysos Heir because of the golden blood, yea?

I know death is Castorice’s whole gimmick and her primary weapon is a scythe, so I wasn’t really expecting some ooze/poison/whatever we’re calling this stuff to appear. If it was shown in a previous trailer, then I don’t remember. Also love how we cycle through all our weapons. We saw the lance earlier while fighting alongside Mydei, we see us pulling out the feather-pen and Mem later on, and now we have our trusty bat back with us.

The Flame Reaver takes no time sending some powerful slashes our way, knocking everyone back in pain and we somehow manage to get those close to Castorice, even holding her up, without triggering her deadly curse? That’s concerning.

I’ve seen her combat, I’ve heard about the passive and I know Castorice is gonna be such a broken unit.. but I just don’t have it in me to pull when her banner drops next patch. She just.. doesn’t appeal to me at all? I enjoyed her more this patch than in 3.0, but that’s it. I see all the purple, the butterflies and the scythe and it just makes me miss Seele more, so to heck with meta, I wanna pull for my favorites! (I regret not pulling for her back in 1.4 each and every darn day.)

I know Cerces was sorta controlling Anaxa here and giving him some extra power to damage the Flame Reaver, but this arrogant smirk is doing something to me. Although Erudition units are probably my favorite, do I really need another wind dps if my E3 Feixiao exists? Who knows.

I remember last patch they said that Trianne only had enough power to launch a couple more century gates, so you bet I got hella nervous whenever a new one was opened. She really came in clutch to save us though.

Returning to the holy city and informing people that their relatives perished during the attacks at the grove was rough, but I’m like 95% sure this old man was voiced by the same dude who did Tiernan back in Penacony.

I like that they do mention the contact we made, but it’s a shame we don’t delve much into how we managed to survive holding death’s favorite daughter in our arms. I suppose there’s plenty time to learn more about this girl next patch when her banner drops. It’s bound to happen again anyway, so long as that one scene of Castorice coming to shield us with open arms in the Nameless Faces trailer actually happens.

Well, I’m so incredibly glad you had some quiet time to yourself without any life threatening chaos to deal with, Dan Heng.. how about next time you take the lead hm?? I volunteer you to be the protagonist next patch.

To think they would hold a silly challenge to see who would stay in the hot baths the longest right after returning from Phainon’s failed trial. It’s even better hearing how he claims Mydei only won because the guy is wearing less clothing.

Sorry to say this but I haven’t a clue on what y’all see with Aventurine and Ratio, but this is a guy pairing that I can get behind. The bickering these two constantly have going on and their endless competitive rivalry is fantastic.

And we’re gonna stop here for now. I think I’m good for only two more posts. Thankfully this parch seemed shorter than 3.0 and I can get a head start on jotting everything down sooner since I actually took a day off of work. (yes it’s because I was excited for Pokemon Day.)

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

The Flowers Died On Monday

Short one shot off of the following prompt: the flowers died on monday.

I didnt know everything about you. In fact, the mystery was what drew me in. What made me want more. You were a rich adopted kid, who stayed to himself, showed up with bruises and cuts and wore clothes similar to street kids. You were educated .. yet just like me. I didnt go to school. In fact, when we met, you watched me pickpocket someone. I was hungry. I needed the money. I needed to survive. Gotham isn’t the city where you ask nicely and gain a roof over your head. You gave me a tip. “Try a distraction, next time. Twinkle Toes.” He chuckled. “Twinkle Toes?” I growled. “Because you’re not soft on your feet” he laughed. Who do you think you are? Making Jokes about me when you don’t even know my life. I tried to fight you, you let my punch connect. You weren’t phased and you sure as hell wasn’t angry. You…understood. You stopped by the grocery store, bought a whole bunch of food and brought it up to “my” apartment. If you could call it that. It was abandoned, don’t know why. Its gotham. It was actually really nice, aside from the broken windows, tattered wallpaper, busted pipes…etc. You didnt judge though. You simple set the food down and watched me eat. You asked me about myself and I told you very little. Orphan, check. Poor, check. Misfortunate, check. Dumb, check. All the usual boxes, checked. Somehow i’d fallen asleep. You had this sense of comfort within you. Like i had no reason to keep my guard up. When I woke up you were gone. But, I’d seen some wood, and other stuff scattered on the floor. I didn’t see you for the whole day, but at 1 am, you’d showed up. You looked slightly bruised and even tired. But you also had some things with you. A blanket, an air mattress, some school books. The little stuff. You used the wood to cover the windows, you’d got some tape and covered the leaks. You blew up the airmatress and made my “bed” and then you gave me a book and told me to read it, throughout the day, so im not bored. I felt like I was a true human being. I told you more about me. How I ran away from everyone because they all mistreated me. They didnt care for me. They hated me and they told me it. You told me about your past. How Bruce had taken you in because he saw some potential. How you think, Bruce would maybe see some potential in me. I shut it down immediately. That’s your thing. You have someone who cares for you and im not about to ruin it. Maybe you sensed that I was about to break? Whatever the case was, you switched the conversation. We kept it smaller, you asked me if I think batman and robin were heroes. I told you that I think they’re doing the right thing in their own way. I told you that it’s admirable to do something, knowing nobody knows your identity. Especially robin, he’s young and he’s brave enough to do all of this. It’s really amazing. You just simply shrugged and told me to go to sleep. That morning you’d came back except you had a man with you. His name was Bruce. Your Bruce. We had a short conversation and he told me to grab my things because im going to come with yall. I told him that I ruin everything I touch and I don’t want to be responsible for breaking up his family. He simply smiled and said that the manor was big enough for everyone. And he was right. It was huge, id never even seen anything like it. He showed me up to my room, which was decorated pretty plainly but it was a room nonetheless. Id taken a warm shower and got cozy in my bed. You’d came in with some flowers and put them on my desk by the window. You said that even though the room is dark, the flowers lighten it up. I laughed and said it was stupid, one thing doesn’t change everything. You said that I was wrong, that one small step is all that’s needed to change everything. Like if you wouldn’t have met me, then none of this would’ve happened. And you were right.

The flowers died on Monday. I’d gotten back from school and they were burnt to a crisp, leaves wilted like they were already preparing for their demise. You said that it’s okay and you’d get me some more later. But I was feeling like those flowers. Id been to school, and I didnt belong. I felt like the biggest outsider and even when I got back to the manor it felt like there was some huge secret I didnt know. But when I told you that, you said it was probably because I needed to get used to it but your eyes said that I was right. That i either didn’t belong or wasn’t apart of whatever secret there was. But never mind, we both went to sleep.

My heart cracked that Tuesday. It was that morning when I asked where you and Bruce were. Alfred said yall had gone on a trip and would be back soon, but something about the way he said it made me believe otherwise. Later that day, it was just Bruce who came back. I asked him where you were but he simply muttered that you’d left and went straight to his study. My heart cracked. It felt like you’d abandonment me. You did abandon me. You did all of this for me and you left me. I ruined your life and I will never get the chance to tell you that Im sorry. I felt almost numb, except for the stinging sensation in my chest. I knew this would happen but you gave me hope. Me and hope were never ones to get along. Our story more like mortal enemies but you bridged our gap and somehow you slipped through the crack and fell through. And it was all my fault.

My eyes cried that Wednesday. I was wondering through the night, and Id seen bruce. He looked upset so I wanted to sneak over and see what happened. You’d always said I wasn’t light on my feet. He just looked over and sighed. Like he was going through an inner battle and lost. He’d taken me down a dark room and when the lights turned on I realized that it was THE cave. The bat cave. Usually I would be excited but.. id seen the news lately. Batman and Robin were missing after the joker fight on Monday. And there’s been no news since. If Bruce is batman then.. I asked him if you were robin. He simply nodded his head. My eyes watered before I even got to speak next. I asked him where you were? What happened? Why won’t you come back? He told me that you were gone. That he’d been too late to save you. That there was nothing he could do. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That there’s risk with the jobs and no matter what i know he fought as hard as he could. But, I couldn’t speak. I tried to open my mouth, to even make a sound but it was gone. Silent tears flowed down my face like rivers and that is how we stood for what felt like forever. So it wasn’t my fault..but i still couldn’t protect him.

My hands bled that Thursday. Bruce told me, if I wanted to, that he would train me. I wouldn’t have to be “robin”, it could simply be self defense. I wanted revenge, I wanted to take down any evil out there. I told you, I didnt believe in heros and villains but I was wrong. Some people are destined to be evil and they must be taken down. Your soul was pure and you didnt deserve what happened. You were kind to a nobody like me..and this happened to you. I told Bruce that I didn’t want to be robin though. I wanted to be a canary. I wanted to have a separate meaning because I could never live up to your shoes. Because i wanted your memory to remain the same. So that Thursday, we were out all night. “Fighting” crime. I wanted everyone to remember my cape. I wanted you to.. wherever you were, to see it yourself.

My heart broke that Friday. Joker had released the video of what happened to you, that day. It was all over the news, it was everywhere. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to take away your pain, I wanted to switch roles. I wanted to be the one that died just so you could live the life that you were supposed to get. The life that it seems like i stole. Unfortunalty life doesn’t work that way. It’s a series of unfortunate events. And i wonder if i had just made yours worse?

My soul left that Saturday. You’d came back. But it wasn’t you, but I knew it was you. Everything I saw, was you, Jason Todd but my heart knew that you weren’t Jason Todd. You were Red Hood. That wasn’t just a new name, that was a new you. You barely even recognized me as we fought. You said twinkle toes but it sounded malicious. You weren’t the boy I’d fell in love with. You were a stranger, a vigilante. You were simply a person that life dug its claws into. You changed and once again you left me in the dust.

That Sunday I knew what I had to do. I felt like I was the ghost of you, like everywhere I went the ghost of you followed me and I was forever reminded that I can’t live up to your shoes. Like i was an outsider who would never fit in. I felt hollow, Id lost my best friend and basically gained a new identity. And then I saw you, and you glared at me. You hated me…and that was my biggest nightmare. Literally. So I knew what I had to do. Id been thinking about it for a while. I stood on top of the clock tower, watching the whole town. Watching the cars, and hearing the sirens, and seeing the moon at its brightest. In moments like this, there would be reminiscing. Thinking about the good times..but i didn’t have much. All i saw was you. And then I fell. It didnt go in slow mo like the movies said, it was very fast. I even regretted it near the end. Not because i wanted to change my mind but because I saw you. Not Red Hood, but my Jason Todd, you tried to save me. But I knew it was too late, it was something I had to do. Goodbye. My love.

Uhm yea that’s it..sorry i haven’t posted. Writers block and what not!! I wanted to add pictures but i’m not really sure what to add…

[dangerous-fighter-fairy]

So I love gravity falls, don’t get me wrong, but now that I’m an adult and a writer myself, I feel like one of the few things it fumbled was the Ford reveal. Anyone who theorized that Stan had a twin would have been written off for reaching, the “Gideon is a vampire” theory had more substantial evidence (I’m joking but also kinda not). The foreshadowing to the Ford reveal are things like “Stan finds an extra pair of glasses in the spare room” and “Stan’s license plate is ‘Stanley mobile’” which is kinda weak for such a clever show? They make no sense until you rewatch them, I feel like stuff like that reveal had to be something you could guess without sounding insane. No one pre-Ford reveal would have EVER guessed that Stan had a twin which made it feel a little bit like a cop out to me unless you REALLY reached for it.

Don't get me wrong, l like it, but for a show with so many details hidden in the background, it's a surprise that they didn't allude to it any better than that. No photos in the background with Stan and Ford as kids where the Stan half of the photo is covered so all you see is Ford, who looks wayyy nerdier than Stan would look as a kid, but there's no way it's not him, it looks exactly like him, just nerdier. Plus, isn't that weird, it looks like he has six fingers? Maybe it was an animation error. Besides, current Stan doesn’t have six fingers or a scar from a finger getting taken off. Maybe you get one scene where Mabel finds it and goes “HAHAH Grunkle Stan, look at you, you looked like such a dweeb!” And Stan snatches it out of her hand and grumbles something like “I’m the only one who calls Stanford Pines a dweeb.” Dipper gets confused and goes “you know it’s really weird that he was a nerdy kid, I wouldn’t have guessed that” and Mabel’s like “well he was really smart in college, right? People change.” Now the question is “what changed? Why isn’t he like that? It seems so opposite of how he is now.” It makes being hit with “he’s been masquerading as his twin brother” make a little more sense.

And never ONCE did Dipper say "my parents told me you're a well accomplished genius who had a lot of scientific potential and you CANT see how weird this town is?" only for Stan to get all withdrawn and go "that was a long time ago, it was a different life, things are different now.” Dipper, being a nerd, would definitely be intrigued by Stan's past as "an up and coming genius who suddenly went quiet for a while & now runs a bogus tourist trap" SOMEONE WOULD HAVE POINTED THAT OUT. DIPPER WOULD HAVE INVESTIGATED (Mabel probably wouldn't care because "come on dude, people change, and isn't he cool now?" but Dipper would care). And their parents never pointed out how weird it is that Stanford went from this genius his parents were so proud of to this weird reclusive conman?? That's WEIRD, right??? Isn't conman stuff STANLEY-level nonsense??? Maybe they didn’t know much about him since he’s their reclusive uncle or whatever, but surely they’d know the bare minimum about him. “Yeah he was a real genius back in his day, went out to study something, I don’t remember what, and he’s still out there” which would mean Dipper and Mabel finding this old conman who couldn’t even tell you the Pythagorean theorem is Weird For Sure

I just feel like they could have done wayyyy better in the build up. It wouldn’t have taken much time to establish something more substantial than “Stan freaks out when he sees Mabel’s wax figurine” (which I always brushed off as “wax figurines are scary and he’s a weird looking old man”)

[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - Chapter 11

Summary: The summer break has officially started for Y/N and rest of the cast. What Y/N thought would be a bland summer quickly turns into fun, and some scary situations arise...

Word Count: 3489

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader

Warnings: A scary situation

A/N: Thanks for coming back to read more and sorry for the wait!

3rd person POV

"Honey, I've been doing some thinking," Danneel said, Jensen humming as he looked at her with a smirk, "Jensen, not that kind of thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to that kind of thinking either," he said, Danneel smacking his chest playfully and a groan emerging from behind the couch, a disgusted look on Y/N's face,

"Just... Let me fill up my water bottle and I'll be outta here. Jared asked me to come over to help him with something so you'll have the house to yourself to do... Whatever... Ew," she made a disgusted face, Jensen laughing,

"It's normal, kiddo. Don't have to be ashamed of it."

"Yeah, I'll remind you of them last words of yours when a fourth Ackles comes into picture. Or fourth and fifth, given mom's history with twins," she said, Danneel falling into a laughing fit while Jensen rolled his eyes,

"First off, fifth Ackles," he said with a glare, making Y/N roll her eyes, "No rolling eyes and no twins. And second, there's protection, y'know?"

"Yeah, cause that always works out," she rolled her eyes, "I'll be over at the Padaleckis. Call if you need anything. Now... Just continue whatever you were doing," she made a fake gagging sound, leaving the house.

"She's got a sense of humor," Jensen said,

"Mhm. I particularly like the fact that she can roast the hell out of you," she smirked, "Now, that thinking you mentioned..."

"Oh, who's got their mind in the gutter now?"

 Y/N's POV

"Moose!" you exclaimed as you caught a glimpse of a figure in the garage, sporting its usual dumb attire, a long sleeve, and some pants. It wouldn't be dumb if it were February, but it was July and at 9am you were already sweating your ass off. That's Texas, gotta love the heat. And it seems Jared particularly loves it as he hadn't thought of changing. He turned around, waving as you approached him, finally finding some shade in the garage,

"Munchkin!" he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you gently, which you returned,

"What's up?" she asked as she broke off the hug, "You broke some shit or did something bad? I gotta cover your ass from Gen?"

"No. I promised her to clean the garage and... Well... I need help," he sighed, "I didn't realize this much stuff was inside. Bad move to say I could do it by myself."

"Oooh, so you're aware you're getting old," you teased, Jared sending you a glare, "Alright alright, so you need help moving all this stuff?" you asked and he nod, "Why didn't you call dad-I mean Jensen?" Jared smiled, ruffling your hair,

"I told you not to hide from me, I ain't your dad and I ain't a snitch. I won't tell. Now, I was gonna call him too, but I figured he missed Dee."

"Yeah," you said, making a disgusted face, Jared laughing,

"That's completely normal kiddo."

"Whatever," you waved your hands in the air, "Where do we start?"

"I began over there," he pointed, "Maybe you go to the opposite end? We meet halfway?"

"You mean, I'll meet you somewhere in the corner of your pile," she said with a smirk, "Alright let's get to work."

"What are you gonna do this summer?" Jared asked, making you shrug your shoulders,

"Nothing," you said, lowering a box down,

"What do you mean nothing? It's summer! You don't have work, school. What did you do back in Y/H/C over the summer?"

"Hang out with friends, watch movies and TV shows. Read, play the guitar," you said, getting a hold of another box with a grunt, "I'm no fun."

"That's okay, you don't have to be partying every day to have fun," Jared said,

"Y/N!" Shep's voice called out, making you turn around and smile as the boy approached you and almost tackled you into a hug,

"Well hello to you to Shep. Now, who gave you permission to be almost as tall as me?"

"I did," Jared said with a proud, dorky smile on his face,

"Sure thing," you giggled, "How was basketball practice?"

"Good, it was really fun. Oh, we're playing on Thursday. Can you come to watch me?" he asked excitedly and you nod,

"I'll be there in the front row. He'll be in the back, he's way too tall for the front," you said, pointing at Jared and making Shep laugh, "Well your dad and I were just talking about summer break so, any other fun things you have going this summer?"

"I have nature and basketball camp," he said, "I'm super excited about that. And that's about it."

"You should join him in the nature camp munchkin," Jared hopped in, "It's really fun."

"I'm too old for that."

"We take in people of all age. There's some really old people at the camp," Shep said,

"Yeah? How old are we talking?" you asked,

"Like, daddy old," he said, pointing at Jared who made a pouty face while you were trying not to die of laughter,

"Okay kid I owe you ice cream for that one," you said as you calmed down from your laughing fit, "I'll-I'll see about the camp," you added, taking a deep breath, "Now go take a shower. You stink like your dad after moving a grand total of..." you turned around, counting the boxes, "Five. Five boxes," you said, looking at him, "You really are an old man."

"Told ya!" Shep called from the door before closing it,

"That kid," Jared huffed, "I'm no old man!"

"Okay okay," Sara giggled, the door to the garage opening,

"Now if I recall correctly, you said you could do it alone," Gen's voice rang as she approached you, "She's a plus one. Hi honey," she smiled at you, hugging you which you reciprocated,

"She barely even counts, look at how tiny she is!" Jared tried,

"This tiny thing here moved more boxes than you did. Plus, you had a head start of two, old man," you pointed out, making Jared roll his eyes,

"Old man? Where did that come from?"

"Shep."

"Shep!" Gen said surprised, "Damn, that kid is becoming witty!"

"He is," you said, giggling, "Come on, someone's pride is hurt," you nod at Jared and Gen rolled her eyes as she walked over to where he was and gave him a kiss,

"I love you," she said with a smile, "Despite you being so old," she added, Jared groaning as you giggled, "Kidding."

"Where are other kids?" you asked,

"Dot is with her aunt and Tom should be back after soccer practice. JJ's waiting for him to finish up. Now, you, what are your plans for the summer?"

“Y/N!” Tom’s voice exclaimed, making you turn around and wave at the two. You hugged Tom as he came closer, rolling your eyes at the fact that he’s as tall as you are despite being way younger than you,

"Jared and I were just talking about it. Nothing, really.”

"What do you mean, nothing? Don't Jensen and Danneel have some plans?"

"If they do, I'm not invited."

“Sup guys!” you said, smiling at JJ who nod at you, “How was soccer practice?”

“Was fun,” Tom said, “I gotta do some drills to practice a bit more.”

“Could you practice with us Y/N?” JJ asked, making you smile, “You helped me with my passes a lot. Maybe you’d want to help Tom too?”

“You play soccer?” Tom asked and you nod,

“I used to play when I was around your age. A thing or two stuck around,” you said, “Of course we can practice. How about after lunch?”

“Sounds good,” Tom said, “And… What’s dad doing?”

“Dead lifting,” Gen said as she giggled while looking at Jared, “And failing.”

“He’s not deadlifting, he's dying,” you added, making everyone laugh, “You two go inside, refresh. I’m taking you to ice cream when the twins come back from soccer and dance,” you said, watching as the two walked away,

“Well JJ warmed up to you a little,” Gen noticed,

“Yeah. Nothing much, really. She actually practiced with me only because Jensen talked her into it. She does say good morning to me. It’s progress though,” you sighed, “I’ll go help your old man so he doesn’t throw his back out,” you teased, Gen giggling,

“Alright. Jensen and Danneel are coming over for barbecue tonight, just so you know.”

“Oh, food, fun!” you said with a smile, Gen rolling her eyes as she walked back into the house through garage, “Sup, old man?” you said as you approached Jared who sent you a bitch face, “Don’t frown too much. You might throw a face muscle out,” you teased, Jared stopping and pulling his sleeves up playfully as you began running away from him, laughing.

3rd person POV

While Gen and Danneel were setting the tables for dinner later that day and Jensen was helping Jared smoke the meat and not eat any raw pieces in the process, Y/N was playing soccer with Tom, JJ, and Zepp. They did some drills for soccer, and she also showed Shep a few of those for basketball as well. Arrow and Odette were sitting on the side, probably plotting an end-of-the-world situation, as they usually do.

“Man, you ever thought of sending Y/N to soccer camp?” Jared said as the two looked at the kids playing, “You see her? She’s holding her own against Tom who’s as tall as her, and is even stronger than she is.”

“I mean, I’d love for her to do some sports,” Jensen said, “We do train together, but I can tell she loves soccer. Seems to enjoy it at least,” he said, “I can always offer it to her. It’s up to her if she’s gonna take it or not though,” he added,

“True. She’s also good with basketball, but I see she finds more joy in soccer,” Jared analyzed, “Now, you better tell me you have something planned for the summer that includes Y/N.”

“Everything that we planned for the summer includes Y/N, what are you on about?” Jensen asked confusedly,

“Well she mentioned today she’s probably not invited to whatever plans you might have, so I’m just making sure you haven’t lost your mind,” Jared said, “What is it?”

“Disney World,” Jensen smirked, “Dee planned the whole thing out. Too bad I said yes, she was gonna bring you if I didn’t want to go.”

“Take it back!” Jared exclaimed, pouting, “I wanna go too!”

“You got your own family doofus. Go figure it out,” Jensen teased, watching as Y/N approached them, talking to the kids as she was walking backwards towards them, “Stuff your face with that raw meat or I swear to God-“

“I hath been sent by the hungry tribe to ask when’s dinner gonna be done?” Y/N asked,

“Well if your uncle Jared doesn’t eat any of the remaining raw meat, it shall be done in about half an hour,” Jensen said with a smile, “Having fun?”

“Yep. Tom is really strong,” you said, “Barely keeping up with him. I think next time we come to Texas he might be taller than me.”

“That’s perks of being a Padalecki,” Jared smirked, “You like soccer, munchkin?”

“Yeah,” she said, “It’s fun. Lets me blow off some steam. Why?”

“You played when you were younger too, right?” Jensen said and she nod, “How does soccer camp sound to you?”

“I mean… I dunno,” she said, scratching her head, “I’m, like, too old. Too small. You should also be in a team to join, right?”

“Actually, no,” Jared said, “You gotta play a test match to determine your skills, but you don’t have to be in a club or to actively train in order to join. Everyone’s accepted. Now you might be placed with younger kids, but only because you’re smaller built than the kids your age.”

“I think I might be the first person they’ll turn down,” she giggled, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let the kids have fun.”

“But you’re a kid too,” Jensen frowned, “And you should have fun too. And this is obviously fun for you. Try it out.”

“You really think I could do well?” she asked, Jared rolling his eyes,

“Tom!” he exclaimed, Tom whipping around and running up to the three, “What do you think of Y/N as a soccer player?”

“She’s amazing!” he exclaimed happily, “My coach said I’m becoming real strong compared to my teammates, and I shouldn’t push with all I have all the time, but she’s holding up so well!”

“Do you think she’d make it to the camp?” Jensen asked and Tom’s face lit up as he looked at Y/N,

“You wanna join?”

“Your dad and uncle think I should,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m not so sure though.”

“You’d do amazing!” he exclaimed, “Come on over tomorrow morning, when Zeppelin has practice. We do rounds for the camp then.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, nodding,

“Y/N! Tom!” Zeppelin exclaimed from behind, “Come on, I wanna practice shooting!”

“That’s our cue,” Y/N said, “Tag, you’re it,” she slapped Tom, running away as Tom began chasing her,

“Look at how fast she is!” Jared exclaimed, Jensen giggling,

“She overtook me a few times when we went running together back in Vancouver,” he said, “Embarassing to admit, but it is what it is,” he added, “I hope she tries out tomorrow morning. I’d love to see her have fun for once. She’s too wound up.”

“She’s scared, it’s normal,” Jared assured him, “Let’s just hope she tries out. Incoming, ten o’clock.”

“Have you eaten any more raw ribs, Jared?” Danneel asked as she approached, Jensen giggling as Jared rolled his eyes,

“Y’know that’s becoming old, right?”

“What? The fact that you ate raw ribs a couple months ago, again? Nope, not getting old, like, at all,” Jensen teased, “Honey, I got a question,” he said as Danneel sat in his lap,

“Yeah, what is it?”

“What do you think about Y/N joining the soccer camp with Zepp, J bird and Tom?”

“Oh, I’d love that!” she exclaimed happily, “I noticed she’s having fun. And when y’all finish filming, she can join their soccer team too. I think she’d blossom, to have some sports that isn’t overtaking her old dad when they go running,” she teased, Jensen rolling his eyes,

“Yeah yeah, you didn’t think I was old this morning,” he smirked, Jared making a fake gagging sound,

“That’s disgusting,” he said, handing Danneel the plate with meat, “Here ya go. We got just this to finish up and we’re done. Salads done?”

“Yes sir,” Danneel said, “Bring it over and then we need to wrestle kids into coming to eat.”

“I think they’ll be wrestling us for big pieces of meat when we call them,” Jensen pointed out, “They’ve been running all day straight. They’ll eat like Jared, just not raw meat.”

8 days later...

“Okay, you three sure you’ll be okay?” Danneel asked, making you roll your eyes,

“We’re gonna be fine mom, we got this,” you said,

“We’re gonna kick some ass!” Zeppelin exclaimed as he ran up to you, making Danneel gasp and Jensen snort,

“Zeppelin Bram Ackles, language!” Danneel said, making you giggle,

“English,” JJ added, everyone turning confused looks towards her, “Language. It’s English.”

“She’s got her humor down,” you said with a laugh,

“Just like her mom,” Danneel added, Jensen sending a bitch-face towards her,

“Okay guys, you have fun. Call if you need anything and we’ll see you in fifteen days on the games,” Jensen said, hugging JJ tightly, “Love you birdie,” he whispered while Zeppelin hugged Danneel and you stood back, watching them with a smile. As JJ ran off to find her friends, Jensen walked up to you and gave you a hug too, “My big girl,” he murmured, making you roll your eyes,

“Shut up I ain’t going to military,” you responded, Danneel laughing as he let you go, “Thanks for letting me go.”

“Thanks for trying something out of your comfort zone,” Danneel said, hugging you as Zeppelin jumped into Jensen’s arms, “Have fun out here. Don’t be a big sister all the time.”

“I’ll try,” you smiled, watching as they turned back around and walked to their car, driving off. Zeppelin tugged at your hand, grabbing your attention,

“Let’s go unpack and then we can eat!”

“You got an appetite of your dad, silly,” you giggled, grabbing your duffel, “Come on. Let’s figure this out.”

Six days later...

Okay, Jensen was totally right.

This camp was so much fun.

You haven’t made much friends, as a combination of you being an introvert and younger kids you were playing with who have other fun things to do, but you’ll lie if you said you didn’t enjoy all the games, drills, matches you played. And, of course, all the food.

JJ and Tom had made it into the mixed squad alongside you, so you had some extra work on top of regular stuff, but you didn’t mind. JJ wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but she wasn’t exactly happy to see you there either. You knew she was upset that you joined on the same boat as she did, and you knew she probably felt a little jealous because soccer in this league used to be just her thing. Maybe if they let you play with kids your age, she wouldn’t be as upset as she is. But you couldn’t go against the rules of the camp, and you certainly knew you couldn’t go against the kids that are as tall as Jensen, regardless of their gender.

The downtime you had usually consisted of reading and listening to music, occasionally taking a walk through the wooded area not far from the living area.

On the other hand, you were really happy to see Zeppelin make some friends and have a lot of fun, he settled very well, finding kids that loved legos and dinosaurs and all the little random things he did, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Of course, Jensen and Danneel texted daily, making sure everyone had everything they needed.

You were sitting on the window frame, the bedtime for little ones, including Zeppelin, had long passed. You were taking in some of the evening breeze when you saw a kid, no older than Zeppelin, approach you with another kid behind,

“Hey, are you Y/N, Zeppelin’s... sister?” he whispered, making you widen your eyes as you looked at the two boys,

“Yes, I am. What are you two doing outside? You’re crossing over the curfew.”

“Uh…” the kid scratched his head as he looked down,

“What happened? Is Zepp in trouble?” you asked as your heart picked up faster pace,

“We were playing truth or dare,” the other boy began, “And he got dared to go into the woods alone-“

“What?!” you whisper-yelled, turning around to look at all the other kids asleep, “Wait here,” you added, walking over to put your shoes on, grabbing your flashlight and your phone, and you walked back, jumping out the window, landing easily, “What direction did he go to?”

“Behind the dorms, there,” the other boy showed you,

“Okay, you two get back into your rooms and keep your butts still. If I don’t show up within an hour, go wake an adult up and tell them everything you told me. Tell them I have the phone on me and they can locate it. You understand me?”

“But-“

“No buts,” you said sternly, sneaking to their living area, “You already messed up enough by doing this stupid dare in the first place,” you said, “I can go wake someone up right now, but I’m willing to let y’all slide if I find my brother. Go. Inside.”

The two quietly jumped back up to their room through the window and you took off to the woods, swearing internally.

You had totally forgotten about her.

What if she’s here, what if she found you?

What if she took him?

He must be scared out of his mind to be with someone like her.

Of course you were gonna get happiness swept right beneath your feet.

You shouldn't have relaxed this easy, you shouldn't have let your guard down like this.

Even if he wasn’t taken, he’s still alone, in the dark woods.

There shouldn’t be any animals around, but you were scared for the kid nonetheless.

“Zeppelin?” you called out for what seemed to be the hundredth time since you stepped into the woods, you definitely lost track of time and you knew your legs are running on pure adrenaline as you knew how petrified you were. You could see her, clear as day, kicking the small boy you loved as if he's your blood. The sights in front of your eyes were at times so real and vivid that you had to slap your face to bring yourself back to reality.

Time was ticking and you couldn't find him. With every moment that passed, you were more and more assured that your mother took him. He's a smart kid and he's got hearing of a hawk. He'd have heard you calling him by now. You didn't know what to do first, you were calling out for him, praying to whatever there is to keep him safe, battling ugly scenarios in your head, until you snapped,

"Listen to me, you bitch," you called out into the open as you came to a stop, "I know you're here and I know you can hear me. Come out of your hidey hole, let him go and I'll come with you. It's time we put an end to this."

You were about to move further down the path but you heard something snap to your left.

A/N: A little cliffhanger never hurt nobody, right? ;D Now don't kill me @crasmuna, and everyone else, there's more to come ;D

[the-s1lly-corner]

Loving the digital circus content! Digital crew x tiger!reader. The are basically a tiger that can walk on two feet and talk but can still run on all fours. Their suppose to do tricks like jump through rings of fire or so super cute tricks for entertaining people. But they have a dark sense of humor and a temper. Not wanting to be there. Their kind to others who treat them nice tho. Ex: Jax makes a poor joke or tries to mess with them expect one of another crew members turn the corner to see Jax neck in between their razor sharp teeth with a nervous smile. “Heh guess they don’t like jokes.”

TADC cast x feisty!tiger!reader

...is feisty the right word..? I dont think so but I'm drawing blanks

This one may be a little all over the place and this isnt exactly written with romantic stuff in mine !! Hope that's alright anon !!

Side thing I just noticed the anon icons have shades

That's so cute

CAINE:

Honestly I think he would constantly compliment your stripes! Thinks they look cool..... and given that hes a ringmaster, hes definitely going to be using you for circus acts... sure you're not a lion, but hey, beggars cant be choosers. As for your humor, I'm a little stumped on whether or not he would enjoy it... I think it would depend on the joke!

Would kind of just stand there watching you bite jax. Kind of just

Strolls off while whistling, pretending he didnt see anything

Likes calling you "spitfire" thanks to your personality as well as the whole fire loop trick

POMNI:

I mean, you're a big cat. And also physically large, probably. You're fast and you're agile. Pomni understands that in reality youre a person and this is your digital body, but shes still getting used to this world. Obviously very wary around you, and I don't think shes an enjoyer of your little jokes. Probably has a genuine freak out if she walks in on the jax thing. Like actual genuine fear

Does not enjoy your temper either, I think she may avoid you tbh. Like she would still be polite but. You know?

RAGATHA:

Probably also not a fan of your temper and sense of humor, but since this is ragatha we're talking about shes still going to be as nice to you as she can be and include you in things. probably one of the one of the only people to actually try to fet you to back off of jax. Purely basing this on her intro thing where she literally shrugs off an axe to a face. Ragatha has balls of steal and a few bites arent going to stop her, I think

Polite to you but I also dont think you guys would be close

JAX:

Honestly jax looks like he would make a squeaky toy noise while you bite him. Jax being jax, hes going to antagonize you. Probably calls you "kitty". Does the 'pspsps" and "here kitty kitty *Pat's thighs*" thing when hes trying to get your attention

Sure you biting him cant kill him or leave any real damage, but it's definitely not comfortable

Is a dark humor enjoyer though so at least you guys share that in common

KINGER:

Attends some of the little shows you and Caine put on. Claps very loudly and probably very cartoonishly since hes not bound to.. well having arms..! Your sense of humor does freak him out, though, since hes scared that one day you're going to get sick and tired of this digital world and start a rampage... I mean you've already demonstrated you're more than willing to be aggressive

Overly polite to you, trying to make sure he stays on your good side. Squeaks and runs off when he walks in on you biting jax

ZOOBLE:

You dont mess with them, they dont mess with you. You guys kind of just stay in your own lanes. Does enjoy some of your dark humor. Also likes your stripes, they think they look nice! Maybe they start wearing striped limbs more often!

I know I'm leaning heavily on the jax biting thing but I think if they walked in on you biting jax they would huffed out an amused but short laugh before carrying on with whatever they were doing

GANGLE:

You know how gangle covers her mouth when zooble is taken apart by the gloinks? She does that when she sees jax in your teeth

Vefy very intimidated by you.. but also.. has a weird crush on you.. maybe I'm self projecting on gangle, a lot, but so far I've said that gangle is into:

Mysterious broody guys

Monsters

Gentlemen

And now, big strong intimidating folk

She just like me frfr

Like would she be weird or straight forward with her crush on you? Hell no. Is she good at hiding it? No not really. So.. I guess her snd Caine are the only two that have the potential for romance..

Honestly gets a crumb of satisfaction with you biting jax, given how much he messes with her. Does feel bad about feeling satisfaction

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TMA - Chapters 91-100: Criminals, weirdos and one (1) wet cat

I said we were back and here we are, back again with ten more episodes.

This season started with a bang and I can’t wait to learn more, so let’s not waste too much time and jump right into it.

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MAG 91 - The Coming Storm

It’s Michael time! I mean, Michael Crew time! And he wants to talk about stuff! But only after dissing Jon too, because dissing Jon is apparently a hobby among these supernatural shits.

So I was right regarding Michael’s past: he’s the child struck by lightning and that event helped him “connect” to The Vast. And I love how he talked about it. Actually, I really like all the times humans talk about their connection with the supernatural entities: there’s always a mix of longing and reverence in their stories, they are always searching for that connection and, when they get it, they experience freedom and a deep sense of liberation. Michael literally searched among all the cursed Leitners to find the right one and get the exact kind of liberation he wanted.

And while doing it, he offers us more names! The Filth (which I don’t remember if I already saw before - and if I did, please help me remember), and the one he calls his “tormentor”: an “arcing branch of the Twisting Deceit”. What a fucking cool name <3

I also really like how Michael talks about this entity as a tormentor or a figure “chasing him”. It’s as if, after “marking” Michael with that scar, the entity kept searching him for years - and Michael chased the entity too, trying to find a way to bind it to the book.

Actually, that’s the part I don’t really understand. Why did Michael “bound his tormentor to the book”? What does that mean? Didn’t he bind “the tormentor” to himself? Jude told us that, if you kill yourself, you get closer to your god - and that’s what Michael did, right? But the book played a role too? Maybe I’m missing something.

So: Daisy woke up, went to the bar and ordered a coffee with a spoon of extra violence and a side dish of hitting Jon, because this season is apparently the “let’s beat Jon up” season. Thank god Basira was there to save his ass again, otherwise he would be a mush on the floor by now.

Shit, Daisy, calm your tits: it’s not Jon’s fault, and I’m not saying it because I’m biased. Can’t you see this man? He radiates the strongest wet cat energy ever, he's not the criminal mastermind here.

Elias, on the other hand…

Wait, what? What do you mean by “grab a spade”? Did you kill Michael, Daisy? My man Michael Crew just died?! What the fuck, Daisy, you can’t just kill characters like that! What about The Vast, now? Also, are we sure he really died? You know, there’s always a chance these little fuckers pop back alive and well.

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MAG 92 - Nothing Beside Remains

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS INSANE

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Growing up means loving Elias

This MAG taught me something very important: that growing up means accepting and understanding what someone does right and even more what they do wrong. And this is why Elias is my favorite character now.

Look at him. Just look at this smug bastard. First, he calls the police because he knows Daisy is coming - and of course he knows, since he’s The Eye or its high priest or whatever. And once he gets his ass covered, he makes a statement (because it’s always feeding time for Mr. Eye), and casually comments it, by talking to Jon.

And here we can see Elias casually telling us that Jonah Magnus was also an Archivist or a servant of The Eye at least. Good to know that supernatural shit kept lurking around for centuries.

Look at this little shit. He’s The Eye (more or less) and he’s so satisfied because, for the first time, he experienced the influence of his own power on himself.

And you know what? I get the appeal. If I were a supernatural know-it-all who can compel others to talk, I would be curious to try that power on myself as well. Also, it works for the kind of supernatural god it is: since The Eye is characterized by endless love and search for knowledge, wanting to know how its own power feels sounds right up its alley.

Not only Elias is a smug bastard, but he’s relatable now. I am in love.

So:

Elias casually reconfirms he’s The Eye, since he’s the heart of the Institute and the institute is inextricably tied with The Eye.

That basically explains why Tim cannot leave. Since he became part of this “organism”, trying to leave would be like cutting an arm off: the organism survives, but the cut arm cannot. It dies. And that’s why Tim had to come back. I LOVE that there’s such a great explanation.

Elias fucked up everyone, all while hiring more people to work for him.

Elias fucked Daisy too and saved his ass exactly as he planned.

Elias is an insane bastard and I love him.

"Our master” what? You are The Eye, you little shit. Or maybe, since you’re, like, its embodiment on this planet, you are not exactly The Eye but like… a representation of it?

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Melanie is my spirit animal

Melanie’s comments throughout the whole MAG have been peak. I loved everything, from her casually commenting “Uh… good?” after Jon told everyone Elias is going to confess his crimes, to her “Bloody hell!”, to her constant sense of confusion about everything.

I love her. So. Much. She just wanted a job and first she got weirdos as colleagues, then her boss admits he killed some people, then she finds out she’s stuck in that weird place because of some supernatural shit, then a police lady draws out a gun and all Melanie wanted was to just have a normal day and come back home all in one piece.

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The Unknowing!

And now Elias gives us some answers! Okay, now I completely forgive him for killing Leitner. It was a dick move but hey, everyone has flaws and Elias is a clever, smug bastard, so he gets extra points and a free pass on a couple of killings.

So, the Unknowing is a ritual and it’s a way for The Stranger to change reality enough to make it closer to the place where it is.

You know what? That’s FUCKING COOL and I wish to see it. It would be insane and maybe destroy life in the universe, but it sounds so incredible!

Also, it kinda answers one of my previous thoughts, when I wondered about how those entities feel regarding our universe. Well, apparently one of them (aka The Stranger) likes it enough to try and make it its own. Now I wonder if we’ll get to know what other entities think about our world too.

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Elias is everything

Oooh, so the war is between known and unknown. Well, that explains the two sides of the battle a little more: I get why one side is made of beings like The Dark, The Vast (aka part of the Twisted Deceit), The Distortion, the creepy dolls and so on. They’re all beings that thrive and are associated with the hidden and the unknown.

And now I get it why The Eye is on another side. But still don’t know who is could be on its side among the ones we know: maybe the Spider Gang? And what about the Lukas family? Do they stick around because of the connection between their ancestors and Jonah Magnus?

I am so excited, there are a ton of things I still need to know.

How could I even hate this man? He confessed he killed two people and yet, he got everything he wanted, he got new people attached to the Institute, he got his ass covered, he got his Archivist back and made him work on saving the world from the Unknowing. All of this in the span of 30 minutes more or less. What an icon.

And in the end, he casually tells Jon that hey, there’s no problem with form and notes, he will get everything covered in no time ;)

Also, “I have work to be getting on with”: oh, Elias, we all know it’s not true because you don’t work. You sit on your lazy ass all the time <3

I apologize for all the bad things I said about him in the past: I was young and naive and still didn’t know Elias is a little bitch. Now my eyes have been opened and all I can say is that I stan him and his insanity <3

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MAG 93 - Contaminant

So, the statement can be resumed as “Mouldy Entity took over Greg Russell” and I have no idea what the Mouldy Entity is - even though it reminds me of The Filth mentioned by Michael Crew, so… maybe they’re parts of the same?

What’s truly important here is the umpteenth mention of Breekon & Hope, our favorite delivery boys. And apparently, Jon is asking the same questions I am asking myself: are they part of The Stranger or a third, neutral party that just loves going around and moving stuff? Are they the Uber drivers of the supernatural entities?

But what really matters here is the conversation with Georgie, which can be resumed as follows:

Elias, by being the wonderful bitch he is, took the first people he found and gave them random roles they were not qualified for, just because they had the perfect psychological profile for his deeds.

Jon proved he knows nothing about his job and its requirements. But don’t worry, apparently no one does. The Magnus Archives are run by a bunch of desperates who have no idea what they’re doing and I love it.

Jon’s resume of the situation is: there are weird gods outside our universe and they push through in the form of monsters. And they choose people as avatars, who gain super abilities, but lose their own self. Yep, pretty accurate.

These gods are considered patrons by their avatars/servants. Again, pretty accurate, considering they are seen and described as entities who help, support, and give freedom to the people they choose.

The Stranger's servants want to perform a ritual meant to remake the world, by bringing it closer to their master. And since Jon has to stop it, he’s literally trying to save the world. Jon is our hero… and it’s because the bad guy gave him this role. Or is Elias a good guy now? Are there even “good” or “bad” guys? I love it when a story plays so much with common roles and concepts like good and bad.

What happened with The End? What did Death/The End ever do? Did it do something bad to Georgie? Please no, she seems such a sweetheart.

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MAG 94 - Dead Woman Walking

Clearly the dead woman was an avatar of The End or a smaller servant or whatever. And it’s really interesting how it affected Georgie: the idea that there’s no difference between present and future and everything is destined to end reminds me of the philosophy of presentism, a theory according to which the only existing events/objects are those that exist in the present. And yes, the importance, the weight of realizing how everything is destined to an end truly seems to hint at the importance and power of an entity that is literally called The End.

I also really like how this realization didn’t just affect Georgie in the short term: she got influenced by it, she recovered, but the effects are still here, in the form of an inability to fear anything anymore.

Understandable: once you realize that everything is destined to an end, there is no eternity after, the end is already here and it will always be part of everything... well, it makes said everything much less intimidating.

And yes, Georgie is right when she says she feels as if fear was stolen from her. Because can you really live and experience life, if you don’t feel any fear anymore?

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MAG 95 - Absent Without Leave

O-oh, a statement about an Italian guy! And he’s from Teramo, so he’s close to my city too! That’s cool :D

But even if the guy is close to me geographically, we’re separated by an abyss when it’s language time: “Sono andanti marcio” is exactly the kind of terrible, wannabe Italian only a shitty computer translator can produce XD

Mr. Sims, ask me next time: as it is now, this sentence means “They going rot”, which almost makes sense in English, but it makes zero sense in Italian :P A much better translation would be:

“Stanno marcendo” (they are still going rotten)

“Sono marciti” (they are already rotten)

Bad translation aside, this statement reminds me of something else, especially the introductory part, which seems to refer to the song “La guerra di Pietro” by Fabrizio De Andrè. This song is a beautiful poem and, even though it's hard to convey the same depth and beautiful musicality in another language, this translation on Genius.com is quite accurate. I also suggest listening to the original song here on YouTube, just to get an idea of why this is still one of the most beloved songs and why De Andrè is one of the greatest Italian artists (and one of my personal favorites).

Basira is productively spending her time! Is she a prisoner in the institute? No problem, the situation will change in the future, so it's much better to spend time gathering more info and doing something, rather than whining and protesting. Great mentality, I really like her.

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MAG 96 - Return to Sender

As soon as I heard the name “Alfred Breekon” I jolted: o-oh, will we listen to a statement from the boss of Breekon & Hope Deliveries? I’m ready for it.

Okay, despite being not particularly important, this statement was still quite interesting: first, we found out Hope isn’t a real person, but another name put on by the original owner of the company. Then, that our two favorite delivery boys were never hired. They just followed this plan:

appear one day

scare the shit out of Mr. Breekon

steal his name and truck

start delivering stuff everywhere

???

Profit, somehow

Cherry on top, this statement has been left for Jon by Elias, whose job is now to anticipate Jon’s next steps. What a bitch, I love him.

Okay, so now Jon and Daisy are a dynamic duo that goes around, beating the shit out of the avatars/servants (and occasionally killing them), to stop The Stranger and the Unknowing? I didn’t know I needed this in my life but it turns out I need this a lot. Please, more of Daisy radiating killing energy and Jon radiating wet cat energy together.

One last thing, as a personal reminder: one of the ingredients of this ritual is the oldest piece of taxidermy in the world, aka gorilla skin from Carthage. I hope to get all of these ingredients, I’m curious to see if I can deduce what happens during the Unknowing just by knowing them.

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MAG 97 - We All Ignore the Pit

I like that this statement’s title is an advice. The people who survived the most in this series are the ones who ignore everything, so yes, I will gladly ignore the pit with… whoever you are.

And so did Mr. Ellis. And he survived, thus proving my point: ignore the weird shit happening around you and you will come out alive. Unless the weird shit grows interest in you. In that case, you’re fucked.

The statement per se is weird and mysterious. I have no idea about this pit, even though the constant “earthy movements” reminded me of the supernatural meat. Also, who are the old lady and the guy with deep blue eyes? Are they important? Is Gertrude and someone else? No idea, but I’ll try to remember them.

Glad to know I’m not the only clueless one: Jon has no idea about what this statement means too. At least we’re together in this. Now, if only Elias would be so kind to give us more clues, it would be great.

But he’s also having so much fun, throwing bits of info… oh, I can’t stay mad at him, he can do as he pleases <3

OMG Nikola Orsinov paid Jon a visit! And she’s adorable, creepy and adorably creepy! I loved the aghast “No!” when Jon asked her if she wanted to kill him, only to be followed by “I mean, yes”. Ah, good old supernatural shits, always trying to kill Jon. Seriously, this season is the “Jon keeps asking if others want to kill him” season: that’s what he says most of the time!

Soooo… the gorilla skin is basically a ball dress? That’s hilarious. And Nikola wants to wear it when she “dances the world new”. The implications are beautifully terrifying and it keeps reminding me of Azathoth at the center of the universe, surrounded by endless dance and music.

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MAG 98 - Lights Out

Oh, some time with the other characters! Tim, it’s been an eternity since I saw you!

AAAnd this is why you're still great. I love Tim.

Sure, he’s 300% done and every time he appears, he’s more done than the last. And yes, he has “DEAD” written all over his face. But since he’s still alive for now, I will enjoy every second of him.

I love the meta of sentences like this, because I know Martin is talking to the recorder and, indirectly, to The Eye. But we can also see it as Martin scolding us, the listeners. We are like The Eye, hungrily listening to every private conversation these people have.

The statement per se is okay: we have another story regarding Maxwell Rayner, the ex avatar of The Dark. And we also get some sort of… physical form of The Dark, I suppose: a long, thin figure with an open mouth from which pours down an endless amount of black sand. Pretty cool, I like it - especially the sand detail and the associated sound. I can almost hear this soft hiss of the falling sand.

And then, just like every other woman in this series, Melanie too decides to wake up and choose violence. However, her violence comes with a side dish of stupid, so she decides to poison Elias. The magical know-it-all.

Bless her clumsy attempt, she's too precious <3 Even Elias knows it and forgives her: Melanie must be protected at all costs.

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MAG 99 - Dust to Dust

The statement per se is kinda useless: a weirdly magical sand associated maybe with the Spiral and Gertrude talking about The Hunt, The Buried and Jan Kilbride. No idea what those things are, but whatever.

What’s important is that Jon is sure Gertrude’s assistant is Michael. Okay, but which one? Micheal the Good Boyo or Michael Crew? I suppose Michael the Good Boyo, even though I cannot be sure - I suck at recognizing voices. Anyway, something happened to her assistant and he became an avatar. And Jon is clearly afraid something similar is gonna happen to his assistants too.

That’s very fascinating. Will they become avatars too? Elias is one already and Jon feels he’s becoming one too. But what about the others? Will Martin become an avatar? And Melanie? And Tim? Maybe I had the wrong impression about him and he won’t die, but become an avatar? Or maybe I was right, since you have to die to become an avatar.

This also explains Jon’s fears and why he’s trying so hard to escape from everyone else. Once again, his psychology and actions make sense, thanks to a clear, logic explanation.

And since Jon is a well-written character and he’s a clever guy not an idiot, he realizes what he's doing is wrong, he accepts Georgie’s advice and says he will try to stick with the others and help with “Elias’ new management style”.

The laugh I gave when I read this. The utter laugh. What does “new management style” even mean? Hiring random people was his old management style, so what's the new one? Actually doing something for once, instead of sitting on his ass 24/7? I love Elias, I want him as my boss too.

Holy shit the ending! Breekon and Hope literally kidnapped Jon, to bring him to the creepy puppet lady. And this reconfirms:

This is truly the “let’s beat up Jon” season

Jon is even more of a wet cat than ever

All the supernatural shits want to kill Jon

The puppet lady will come back in all of her creepiness and I can’t wait for it

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MAG 100 - I Guess You Had to be There

So that’s “Elias’ new management style”? Making everyone record statements? Well… why not? He hired these bunch of people not because they knew how to do their job - actually, no one knows how to run this place, not even the Head Archivist.

So, being the thoughtful boss he is, Elias decided that:

They should do the only job that matters, which is feeding time for Mr. Eye the archivist’s job

Everyone should do it, because that’s the most chaotically evil thing ever - and it makes me laugh

Everyone is being efficient all day, so Elias can sit on his ass and do nothing as always

The more time passes, the more I stan Elias.

So, let’s see these wonderful people who came to the Archives with their totally real stories:

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Lynne, aka The MoneyGrabber: she went to the Institute just to get some money. The ghost story is probably just some stupid shit she dreamt and decided that hey, why not try and give it to these people? She can make easy money for that!

The idea could’ve worked, unfortunately the Magnus Archives is not the kind of agency she hoped for and all she got from her story was something like 20 cents for a coffee.

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Mr. Smith, aka The Conspiracy Theorist: when he said the Government kidnapped his friend, I died on the spot and came back alive, just to laugh more.

I can bet my ass the true story was something like: Mr. Smith & partner tried to steal something, then his friend got rightfully arrested or got lost somewhere because they’re clearly a couple of idiots, so now he thinks it’s the Government’s fault, it’s “they”, it’s the New World Order, it's whatever, what’s important is that they’re hiding something from us, wake up people!

Unfortunately for Mr. Smith, the agency that could’ve helped him wasn’t the Magnus Institute, but a mental hospital.

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Robin, aka The One Who Wants To Get Killed: Basira got tested and she got severely tested, because if I were her, I would’ve sent this guy away right after he started to ramble the first time.

He clearly has some death wish and his story was an attempt to get killed by Basira. Unfortunately for him, she didn't fall for that - even though the temptation was very strong. So she just sent him away to bore someone else to death.

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Brian, aka The Fucked Up: but not because The Web & Spider Gang attacked him, oh no. It’s because there’s another goddamn Lukas, who did something weird to him.

And, wait, is he the same Peter Lukas mentioned long ago? Let me check.

*one check later*

Yes, he was mentioned in MAG 33, in the story about the supernatural fog! Wait, is the distorted sound associated with the same fog? Is that what he did with Brian? Did he stick this guy in the supernatural fog or something similar?

Also, I know the Lukas family is creepy, but I like this guy: he introduces himself with such a happy tone, he gives funny vibes. And he’s searching for Elias because I suppose they’re pals, so I hope he will be a funny guy - albeit creepy and scary and associated with some other supernatural shit.

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In conclusion

The more statements I read, the more this series becomes funnier.

The characters are amazing. I love every one of them, from Nikola Orsinov in all her creepiness, to this Peter Lukas filled with happy vibes. I want to know more, I want to see The Stranger and the Unknowing - and I want to know about Peter Lukas too. Is it finally time to learn more about this creepy family and the supernatural fog? Will we also learn more about Michael? Will Jon escape? Or will his friends come to save him? Will Elias ever stop being a chaotic bastard?

I hope not for the last one.

-> Next post

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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Just Friends: Missed Shot

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: you and Bucky go on a double date.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The pumpkin patch is bustling. Your excitement is palpable as you approach the archway wrapped in vines and bundles of straw. Hay stacks mark a low barrier and there are tables covered in jugs, jars, and all sorts of goods as vendors show their wares. 

As you enter, you latch onto Bucky’s forearm and point across at a flying pumpkin. It splats against a huge board, hitting the ring marked ten on the painted bullseye. You squeal and jump up and down. 

“Oh my gosh! Bucky! Look!” You say. “I wanna do it!” 

“I don’t know. We came here for pumpkins...” he says. 

Your heart drops and you look him in the face. His cheek dimples as his lips curve slightly. His beard is thicker and adds shadow to the angles of his face.

You hit his shoulder and release him, “ha ha. Very funny.” 

“You’re just so easy,” he muses and pushes back his hair. 

“You need a hat,” you say. 

“I don’t like ‘em,” he argues. 

“Yeah but it would keep your hair out of your face and your ears wouldn’t be so red,” you stick your tongue out. 

“Maybe I like my hair in my face,” he shrugs. “No one wants to see that.” 

“Oh, boo, don’t be such a grump,” you sneer. “Fine, how about you pick out a pumpkin and I’ll go hit the bulls eye!” 

“Ha, you really think you can?” He snorts. 

“I’m gonna try,” you declare. 

“Well, I have to see this,” he stomps ahead. 

You scurry to catch up with him, “you know, you can’t brag if you do better. You’ve been trained at hitting targets, so...” 

“I see. Already making excuses,” he chuckles. 

“No, I’m just saying, like it’s not big feat, because I’m like a civilian or whatever,” you argue. 

He stops at the end of the line and you come up next to him. The laughter and oohs and ahs as another pumpkin flies fill the air. You look over at the splatter and gape.  

“Oh, man! You shoulda brought your friends,” you say. 

“My friends?” He glances at you. 

“Sam, Steve, they’d probably be better competition,” you bounce on your toes. “I’m so excitedddddd.” 

You almost growl the next word as you move with the line. He laughs again. “Nah, they’re lame. They don’t like this stuff.” 

“Really? Sam seems... I don’t know. You would know,” you cross your arms and sway. “Oh! Pies!” You look over at a nearby table. “Definitely getting one of those. AH! Apple butter.” 

“Focus,” he snaps his fingers. “We haven’t even smashed a pumpkin.” 

“I’m focused,” you insist as you swing back. 

One of the workers in their overalls comes over and you pay for your go. You’re handed a pumpkin as you move up into the queue for the next shots. You peek at Bucky. 

“You wanna go first? Show me how it’s done?” 

“Nah, you go ahead,” he grins. He’s mocking you. 

“Whatever,” you step up as the signal comes.  

Another worker helps you hook your pumpkin in the sling and gives you tips on how to shoot. They step back and you pull on the elastic cords. You plant your feet as you lean into your shot and narrow your sights at the board. Lower. 

You let go and land on your butt as the pumpkin goes hurtling. You sit and watch in awe as in spins and splats against the board, just on the line between the center rings. You throw your hands up. 

“Whooo! Beat that, Barnes!” You holler. 

“Barnes,” he appears next to you and offers his hand, his own ammo under his arm. “Since when you do call me that?” 

“Your turn, Sergeant,” you challenge as he brings you to your feet. 

“Alright, alright, watch it,” he turns and a worker comes to help him. They don’t have to explain as much to him.  

You stand aside and watch his easy stance as he aims and draws taut the cords. He lets it go and it flies straight and true, though it hits the same orange spot left by your own shot. You let out a guffaw. 

“Tied,” you say. 

“What do you mean?” He steps off the platform and approaches you, “I was aiming for your mark, not the centre.” 

“Sureeee.” You roll your eyes. 

“If it makes you feel better, it can be a draw,” he smirks. 

“It doesn’t make me feel better, it’s the truth,” you frown. “Jeez.” 

“Ah, come on, Dreamy, I’m only kidding.”  

“Yeah, well, it’s not very funny. I did pretty good.” 

“I know. You did. Great shot, kid.” 

“Kid?” You huff and twist on your heel, “whatever. You win. You always win.” 

You stomp up to the table of pies and smile at the women behind it through your agitation. They don’t deserve to feel the consequence of his behaviour. It’s not just the slingshot, that’s nothing. It’s everything. He always has to be better than you. 

He’s braver than you, he doesn’t scream on the rollercoaster. He’s stronger than you, wealthier than you, older, wiser, everything better than you. He’s so much better than you that he couldn’t just be nice to your friend. You still haven’t gotten a response from Charlize despite your apologies. 

“Dreamy,” he mutters as he steps up beside you. 

You’re silent as you lean in to read the handwritten labels; blueberry crumble, apple crisp, pumpkin cream, maple tarts... 

“What do you want?” He asks. “My treat. That pumpkin spread looks interesting.” 

“I can pay for myself,” you insist. “Excuse me, ma’am,” you say to one of the elderly sellers, “can I have a tin of the apple butter and this pumpkin pie. Thank you.” 

You get out your coin purse and hand over your only bill. You wait for your change before you collect your goods and don’t wait for Bucky as he orders the spread and a pie of his own. 

When he catches up to you, you’re glowering at the group of kids taking a picture with the skeletons band; The Rolling Bones. It would be funny if you felt like laughing. He sighs as he sets his feet. 

“Look, Dreamy, it’s only a joke--” 

“I don’t care about the dumb pumpkin,” you turn to him with a pout. “I’m mad at you.” 

“You are? For what?” 

“You ruined the date. You didn’t have to like Charlize but you could’ve been nice, you know? Just for that night.” You snip. 

“I... I was--” 

“No, you weren’t. And now she isn’t even my friend,” you say. “Maybe I shouldn’t have tried and I’m sorry for making you do that but you can’t just bring me coffee and expect everything to be fine. It’s not fine.” 

“Dreamy,” he winces. 

“Take me home.” 

“But... we haven’t even got a pumpkin--” 

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be here. With you.” 

“Please, we can talk after and--” 

“Fine, you don’t want to drive me, I’ll walk,” you harrumph and turn away. 

You march across the grounds and hear him following you. You know he can stop you but he won’t. He’s not an Avenger here. He’s just a stubborn old man. 

“Hey, you can’t. You’ll be walking for days--” 

“I don’t care.” 

“I know you care, Dreamy. You care about everything--” 

“I do! I care about you and you ruined it!” You snap over your shoulder as you pass through the gates. 

“Dreamy, I--” He grunts as you speed up and kicks gravel as he follows. “I’m sorry.” 

“Too late. I’m mad. I’m real mad. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad!” You nearly shout as you charge through the lot. “Leave me alone.” 

“I can’t--” 

“Leave me alone!” You screech and refuse to look back. “Don’t talk to me, Bucky Barnes.” 

He stops. You hear his heels crunch on the ground as he plants them and you keep going. You’re not entirely happy he listened. You know you’re not being practical. You’re all the way out in the middle of nowhere. Yet, you’re too upset to care. 

[tofumiarchives]

┊STORMY CALLS┊˚✧

┊DRABBLE┊DAZAI OSAMU X GN!READER┊

Words: 244

Warnings: ooc (?), cringe, thunderstorms

requested

(A/N) I'm very picky when choosing which stuff to post on Tumblr so maybe that's why I barely publish here 🐺

Rain clouds covered the sky where the sun was supposed to shine. The thunderstorm had been going for minutes now, covering the world in a rather depressing gray. God, you hated the noise. The loud, repetitive drops of rain. The flash of lightning followed by a fierce crackle of thunder.

Stormy weather was the bane of your existence.

You decided to sit in your bed, going to work was the last thing in your mind when the weather is as shitty as this. The rain is making you feel gloomy. But you didn't need the negative thoughts. No one does.

His number was on speed dial, on the screen was a name you’ve long gotten used to.

Dazai picks up almost instantly, already prepared to talk with you. You would be lying if you said his voice didn't bring comfort to your weary thoughts, soft words calming your nerves.

The call was the sanctuary you needed. It was like a peek of sunlight shining through the vast, bleak storm that was seeping into your mood. 

The rainy morning turned into a fleeting thought. No main thing to chat about, just a bunch of topics in one bundle, stringing from one to another. But that was more than enough.

Maybe it was how his voice sounded so pleasingly soothing when he tried, maybe it was simply his presence, but whatever magic was laced over this simple phone call brought a sense of tranquility over you.

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

[lovesodakid]

shadows of the dark

matt sturniolo x reader

1 2 4 5

summary : growing up in the ‘middle of nowhere’ small town in lochcliff, colorado, stories were heard of multiple strange disappearances, murders, animal attacks, and more. when you were younger, you never paid attention to that stuff. now at the age of 17 it’s all you ever hear about. what happens when you realize those ‘stories’ you heard growing up, may not just be scary fairytales people tell their kids.

warning ⚠️ : contains mature themes, smut, gore (nothing insane), angst, etc. this warning is for all chapters.

(this does take some inspiration from tvd !)

chapter 3 : attacks

the rest of the school day didn’t amount to much. every class just explaining what we were going to do and learn for the first semester. i would see matthew out of the corner of my eye, occasionally with christopher and the other one but other than that, nothing.

the second i got home, i decided to take a shower. so i grabbed whatever looked the most comfortable from my closet and made a b-line for the bathroom.

as soon as i stepped into the warm water, i felt my muscles relaxing almost instantly. as if every little droplet was its own pair of tiny hands messaging every crook and tense area in my body.

i did my whole shower routine and after almost an hour, i stepped out and got dressed in a pair of wide leg sweatpants and a grey hoodie.

“y/n! you out of the shower yet?” corbin’s voice calls out. he ended up having a ‘first of the year’ football meeting and practice after school, which ended up causing me having to walk home from school. although i didn’t mind it one bit. the cool air of the colorado afternoon working as the fresh air i’ve been in need of for a long time, the sun hiding behind the cover of clouds causing a scenic landscape with the yellow and red leaves overspreading the ground.

“yeah!” i shout back, exiting the bathroom before making way to my bedroom.

i shut my bedroom door, the click of it indicating to me that it fully shut. i walk to my dresser, pulling out a vanilla scented candle and lighting it, creating a cozy orange luminescence to coat my room. the sound of rain beginning to fall pattering against my window.

i then slide into my bed, covering myself with the white fluffy comforter my mom got me for christmas last year, instantly bringing me to a sense of comfort and relaxation. i pull out my laptop from my nightstand, turning on netfix. after scrolling through the endless options of the app, i decide on putting on a random movie as background noise as i opt on just scrolling through various social media platforms on my phone.

my mind starts to wonder back to matthew and the conversation i had with jayde earlier that day.

“don’t you think it’s a little strange that these two guys - whom have the same last name that no one has even heard of anyone having in years, just..come out of nowhere?” i question her.

“not really. probably just moved away forever ago and just decided not to tell anyone, then move back.”

“yeah maybe.”

it just doesn’t make any sense to me. the last name ‘sturniolo’ hasn’t been talked about in years. let alone someone with the last name living here again. in my whole seventeen years of living on earth, i’ve only ever heard of the name, just making me think that it was a fun little tale to tell everyone to give the boring city of lochcliff a little more character.

could someone just coincidentally have the same last name? sure. but someone with the same last name, living in the same town? it’s all just so strange and confusing.

maybe i’m thinking too much on it and it’s really just nothing and perhaps they’re descendants of their ancestors who once used to live and roam the streets of lochcliff. but, the sturniolo’s were known for never wanting to leave the city they helped found.

which is where my thinking leads to now, my fingers quickly typing ‘carmilla sturniolo and the sturniolo family of lochcliff, colorado.” i click on the search button, the screen instantly bringing me to a page of a newsletter written in 1877.

the lochcliff paddler

march 7, 1877

in the town of lochcliff, colorado, residents celebrate the 2-year anniversary of the founding of the city. james whitlock giving a speech

“yeah not interesting” i mumble to myself as i continue scrolling through the archives of the town.

i continue passing by multiple vintage newsletters, until one catches my eye. causing me to pause and read over it.

a death in lochcliff

october 21, 1898

police in the city of lochcliff warn locals to be aware of an ongoing investigation in the death of carmilla sturniolo. sturniolo was discovered in the home she shared with her husband, theodore, and her three sons. sturniolo was known as the first woman to be a member of the towns council, and her family’s help in founding the city. investigators haven’t shared any specific details with the public on how her death occurred. although, rumors speculate that the people whom stood outside the sturniolo residence as emergency personnel pulled her out of the home, say she looked as is if she had been “mauled by an enraged bear.” police suspect there may have been foul play that took place, their reasoning being the residence looking like, quote on quote : “a bomb went off. glass and bookshelves broken and shattered around the home. two windows completely destroyed.”

theodore hasn’t spoken out about his wife’s passing. the three sons they shared completely disappearing from the town. accusations of the three sons being the cause of death to carmilla sturniolo. others say that they think the sons were kidnapped.

i finish reading the newsletter and turn off my phone with a sigh after learning no new information i didn’t already know. i feel my stomach rumble with hunger, so i stand up and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

“hi sweetie! how was your first day?” my moms voice chirps as i enter the kitchen. her already cooking as the aroma of spaghetti lingers in the air.

“same old same old. i only have a couple classes with jayde which is a bummer.” i say as i take a seat at at the kitchen island.

she hums as she nods understandingly. “i’m sorry kiddo. did you meet anyone new?”

“technically i didn’t meet him but there’s a new kid in my class. i think he’s a triplet.” i take a sip of my water.

“a triplet? how fun! what’s his or their names?”

“matthew and christopher sturniolo. i don’t know the other one’s name.” i respond, crossing my arms over the table as i watch her draining the water from the noodles.

“sturniolo? huh, haven’t heard that name in a while.” she says, mixing the sauce in with the droopy noodles.

“yeah, i thought it was weird too.”

“what’s weird?” corbin’s voice interrupting our conversation, sound of him now coming down the stairs into the kitchen.

“just this kid in my class. he’s new.” i sigh, as my mom hands me the plate of spaghetti she fixed for me.

he nods his head, taking his own plate of food and plopping down beside me. the next few minutes are filled with silence as corbin and i chow down on our dinner.

the sound of clicking of a remote cuts through the quietness as i see him turning the tv on, the local news being the first image to show up on the tv.

“breaking news, this just in. a teenage girl, seemed to be around the age of 16 to 18, found dead in the woods after a party thrown by high schoolers took place.” the tv anchor reports. “an animal attack being the reasoning of her death. more details will be shared shortly.”

a/n : the newsletter was so much fun to write tbh. anyways hello new part :) i have so many plans for ts im so excited