#take travis...... and make him fuzzy

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merry christmas!

featuring... tecchou suehiro, jouno saigiku, chuuya nakahara, nikolai gogol, kinich, wriothesley, lyney, kamisato ayato, kaedehara kazuha, boothill.

description... what do you guys do on christmas day??

authors note... MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS GUYS i wanted to write small little things about each of my favs from my three main fandoms lolllll! i hope all of ur guys christmas is going so well so far :)))) quite literally wrote this by alternating between hyaena by travis scott and tyler durden by madison beer so this might be all over the place

*i do take requests by the way!!!!! i'm just writing my own thoughts for now

warnings... none! some do lean towards fem!reader tho

🎧 all i want for christmas is you : mariah carey

tecchou suehiro

really, all the man wants to do is take the day to sleep and hangout with you.

there's some gift exchanging, you both picked out a few little things for each other that you passed over during breakfast. but then it was straight back to bed for both of you. all he wants to do is cuddle you all day. it's so cold out, and when does he ever get to have a day off????

you watch some christmas movies and make a nice dinner in the afternoon. he's mainly just watching, hanging out next to you (and accidentally getting in your way, but that's alright) because seriously, who would trust this man to cook.

to the both of you, it was a very relaxing day. staying inside, drinking tea and hot chocolate while snuggling up to each other. he just wishes he didn't have to get right back on his work schedule tomorrow...

jouno saigiku

he's so used to getting up early, that the day starts at 6:30 in the morning (if you're lucky).

like tecchou, he doesn't go full out with gifts. you've pretty much got everything you need, and he only heard you mention just a few things you've been looking at. so he got that for you.

you both exchanged gifts before you got out of bed. and when you did, you went out for a nice little breakfast and took a walk around the city. it was very pleasant; you got coffee and had walked to look at all the christmas displays (although he may not be able to see them, the most important part of it all was getting to spend his day with you).

dinner isn't very big at all. you were out all day, and you got a nice breakfast, so dinner was just what it could be any regular day.

the night was ended with cuddles to sleep! he's not one for physical intimacy, but sometimes, during times like these, it's nice.

chuuya nakahara

oh, what a lavish christmas you had.

the tree was piled with gifts. all for you. you insisted it was far too much, that what you'd bought him would never amount to this, but he waved it off, taking the gifts you got for him out of your hands and opening them with gratitude.

he made breakfast while you opened the rest of the gifts. a nice set of earrings, a new expensive handbag, you name it. you thanked him with a fat kiss on the lips before digging into breakfast.

it was a pretty chill day. he took you out for a very nice dinner later on, saying it was the "grand finale" to his gift giving. he was sure to order the most expensive red wine on the menu, letting you indulge in whatever you wanted (even though he never looks at the prices).

he ended it off by opening up a wine he treasured and sharing the bottle with you when you both got home. you were curled up on the couch under a fuzzy sherpa blanket, before eventually falling asleep on his shoulder.

nikolai gogol

an interesting christmas, to say the least...

he was so excited! he looked like a kid in a candy store, which made you laugh. he got you gifts that he absolutely knew you'd enjoy, making sure to compare them to things you tend to gravitate to and going from there.

he was also all the more grateful for what you got him, of course.

somehow, it was a more relaxing day. but he was extremely clingy.

when i say extremely, i mean extremely. if you needed to get up to grab something from the kitchen, or you were hungry, or whatever it may have been, he wouldn't let go of your waist, slowly walking with you to wherever it may be you needed to go (besides the bathroom. but he'd still put up a fuss about you leaving him in the "freezing cold").

it kinda stayed like that the whole day. you eventually had dinner, and that felt like the only separation you had from him (which, in the nicest way possible, felt like a breath of fresh air. but you could never be tired of him, right?)

you ended the night with a warm bath, sitting in his lap as he gently washed your hair. gentle was a huge contrast to who he is and what he'd usually do, but it's nice for a change every so often.

kinich

honestly, it felt like a regular day to kinich. he never really got a true christmas when he was younger, so he never viewed it as something he needed to celebrate.

that was until you came along.

all you both wanted to do was sleep in, but there's no way in teyvat ajaw was going to let you. he woke kinich first (because your his favorite human, and he's just there to annoy kinich) and demanded that kinich wake you up.

the day started with gift exchanging, as it usually goes during christmas. you gave your gifts to kinich and ajaw, and ajaw and kinich gave theirs to you. ajaw was seemingly very satisfied with the tiny little green scarf you knitted him.

you made a light breakfast before going into the inner city of natlan and joining in on the small christmas festival that was going on. you met up with mualani and kachina, and ajaw showed off his brand new scarf (a good way to keep him occupied from being a total bitch. you and kinich were very proud when mualani asked you what you changed).

it was like that up until dinner, where you stopped at a small little restraunt on the way home. kinich put ajaw in timeout, so you could have this moment together. the walk home was even more peaceful, and after getting home, it was straight to bed.

wriothesley

if i'm being honest, he probably forgot it was christmas...

he had gifts ready, but being down in the fortress almost every day screws up the sense of time, it seems. that was until you hurried up the stairs to his office, a few boxes in hand. he took the ones he had for you out from under his desk, and you opened the gifts while chatting over tea.

sigewinne came by to wish a merry christmas and handed you two little cards before heading back to work. they were the same cards, just different little messages on the inside (sigewinne is so sweet i love her so much i just had to include her...)

you both went up to the surface and took a walk around fontaine before heading off to have an early dinner. lyney and lynette were having a little christmas special magic show, so you bought tickets, and would see the show after dinner.

dinner was pleasant, and so was the walk to the opera epicles. you both found your seats and intently watched the show, performed by the one and only, lyney and lynette.

after the show was over, it was about time to head home. he normally would have stopped by the fortress once more, but chose not to because he just needed to have the rest of the night with you. there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and though it was a little chilly, the night ended with a little bit of stargazing.

lyney

he's so excited!! christmas is his favorite holiday, mostly for the fact that it brings all of his family and friends together.

he couldn't wait for today, specifically because he put his blood sweat and tears in finding you the perfect gift. when i say perfect, i mean something that you've mentioned a bunch, while also resembling him in a way.

and when he saw your face after you opened it, full of shock and gratitude, he almost died of a heart attack.

you spent the day with him, lynette, and freminet. you and freminet were making the food for dinner while lyney and lynette were performing little magic gigs in the inner city. it gave you some time to bond with freminet, and he turned out to be quite the help in the kitchen!!

dinner between you four was very pleasant. there was idle chatter, along with some nice jazz music in the background. the food was all devoured with only a few leftovers, which you decided you'd reheat them for lunch tomorrow.

lynette and freminet went back home, leaving you and lyney to yourselves. you cuddled the night away, eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

kamisato ayato

the morning started by sleeping in. he really enjoyed that he was able to allow himself that joy for at least one day.

he didn't go crazy on gifts, just got a couple little things that may be small, but are very luxurious. bracelets, maybe a nice necklace, a hand-made kimono by the one and only chiori (although you wonder how he made that happen).

you both decided to have a slow morning. a little breakfast, then getting ready for the day. you both went into town, simply taking a little walk in order to pass time.

ah, but dinner was very luxurious. you had it with ayaka and thoma. the chefs had worked multiple hours, just for a bunch of food that may not even be eaten... but that's okay. there were so many options, and once you took your pick you sat down next to ayaka.

after dinner was over, you fell asleep almost instantly. you quite literally handed in your empty dish, bid ayaka and thoma a goodnight, and headed to shower. once you got out, you found ayato lying on his side. the night ended when you curled into his chest, shutting your eyes.

kaedehara kazuha

he started your day by waking you up with breakfast in bed, and a fresh cup of tea to go with it. after you finished eating, you both grabbed the presents you had for one another and exchanged gifts. he didn't splurge, he got you something that would be meaningful to you for the rest of your life. he's not one to attempt to buy your love.

you took a long walk. it was very refreshing - the harbor was bustling, and the breeze was cool and crisp, perfect sweater weather in your opinion. you took a break on a cliff, watching the waves, and eventually watching the first part of the sunset before walking back home.

dinner wasn't very big, making smaller portions that you both knew you could eat and going from there. he surprised you with a bottle of nice wine, and you drank that with the steak that was also served.

while cleaning the kitchen, there was christmas music playing in the background, and you both were dancing along a little bit. eventually, a song you both enjoyed came on, and you dropped everything and started to slow dance.

slow dancing ended up laying on top of one another on the couch, your head on his chest. and eventually, you closed your eyes. another successful christmas, you think to yourself.

boothill

this could go two ways. he could absolutely forget the holiday even existed and goes about it on a normal day, or he'd be super excited about it.

if it goes the first way, you'd just continue your day as if it was any normal day. you'd give him a small little gift though, and he'd immediately feel bad because he forgot. please reassure him that the gift isn't the thing that matters the most to you.

he'd take you out to a nice dinner, though. penaconys fanciest restraunt. he thinks it's the least he can do to make up for him being forgetful, and it worked. you completely forgot about the fact that he forgot the gift, and he eventually made it up to you by finding something really worth it and bringing it back to you.

if it went the second way, he'd probably wake you up pretty early to show you your present. you'd be scrambling to grab his and he'd be right up your ass until you saw everything he gave you (who can blame him? he's proud of himself).

he wants to spend all day with you. he also made sure to establish a while ago that there must be a tree. to really get into christmas spirit! you'd make a fire and watch some movies before he has you come with him to a nice dinner.

it's not the nicest place in penacony, but the food is certainly amazing. you chatter over your food, catching up with one another since he had just arrived from a pretty long mission.

the night ends with cuddles, cuddles, and even more cuddles! he hasn't seen you in a while, he's obviously gonna want to be all over you for the time he has with you. he falls asleep immediately, which leads you to slumber, as well.

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4500 Follower Celebration Bingo - The Vet: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Tagging: @readmetosleep @kierawashere01 @Hangmanscoming @1-fuzzy-squirrels @nerdypinupcrystal

Prequel to upcoming September piece Broken - Travis Wheatley

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

 If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.

Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.

Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Rip’s at the Foreman’s House when he hears the gunshots echo over the pasture in the darkness. He’s just uncorked that bottle of that red you like from the winery in town because it’s been over a year since you stole this old cowboy’s heart and he wants to do something special to mark the occasion.

“I’m on my way.” You had promised him only a few minutes earlier when you’d called him. “I just need to check in Artemis.”

Gina’s horse had injured it’s leg during a barrel racing exercise a week ago and you’d been treating her since. Her cottage is less than a mile down the lane from Rip’s residence so he knows it won’t take long for you to arrive.

The instant he hears the two gunshots, something twists in his chest because they’re close, too fucking close. Both his home and Gina’s are on the Dutton’s land so he knows no one would dare go hunting in these fields. He tucks his own gun into the waistband of his jeans before he snatches up the keys to the truck and hurtles out the door.

Gina’s driveway is unusually busy when he pulls up outside her residence. There’s a black SUV he doesn’t recognise parked alongside the stables and your pickup blocks his path, the engine still running, the driver’s door thrown open.

Already he can hear the sounds of scuffle coming from the stable, shadows flicker against the warm illumination as a man curses and wood creaks.

“Touch that fucking horse and I will fucking kill you.” He hears you spit as he swings into the stables, his own gun drawn.

The scene before him is far from the one he expected.

Teal Beck is sagged against the door of Artemis’s stall, cradling his right arm close to his chest as blood jets from his badly broken nose. Dislocated shoulder, Rip assumes as Artemis paces her stall, tossing her head and grinding her teeth.

You’re standing with a Glock clasped in both your hands, finger on the trigger, weapon trained on Beck. There isn’t a single waver in you, your feet are spread apart, shoulders aligned just like they taught you when you signed up for a career in the Army as a miliary veterinarian. You’d done three tours before you resigned your commission and returned to Montana to take over your daddy’s practice.

“He was coming in here to kill the horse.” You tell Rip with a tone that could freeze the rivers of hell.

Of course, you’d go this crazy over a fucking horse. You leave and breathe for the animals under your care, every charge takes a tiny piece of your heart and you’d protect them with your life.

“You need to check on Gina.” You tell him, inclining your head slightly as you keep your eyes Teal. “Where there’s one Beck brother…”

There’s usually another.

Malcolm Beck’s been making his displeasure about his ex-wife known ever since that rodeo journalist had published the article about her come back. They’d all thought she was down and out after being kicked to the curb by him but now she’s back on the circuit, winning for the Yellowstone. She’s been spotted in the company of the rodeo king himself, Travis Wheatley.

It must have pushed every single one of that SOB’s buttons to see she was succeeding without him.

“Go.” You say again, this time more urgently. “I can take care of Teal, but Gina needs help.”

Rip’s already in motion, rushing from the stable as you keep the gun fixed on younger Beck brother.

“You better fucking hope he hasn’t laid a hand on her.” You say to Teal, your finger tightening on the trigger. “Otherwise you won’t live to see another sunrise.”

Teal smiles at you through bloody teeth.

“If that girl ain’t dead yet, she’s gonna wish she was by the time my brother’s finished with her.”

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Could you please do headcanons of trapper and frank with an affectionate reader please ✨❤️👍

A/N: YES! REQUESTS! MY LIFE SOURCE. Anyways, thank you lol. For the hell of it, I'm adding David from the guest bc I love him too & that way they can all be on one page. I hope you liked it, I kinda dove more into how they show affection but tried to include you being affectionate where I could.

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: Frank being a tough guy, Trapper being a golden retriever boyfriend, David being a big gentlemanly teddy bear

Frank:

Public Affection/PDA

Frank would, at the very least, pretend he hated it in front of others. Especially if you ended up hanging around any of his criminal contacts, though I doubt he'd let that happens. You'd probably be his source of goodness in the world & he wouldn't want things to mix.

Stuff like you'd hug him & he'd freeze, sighing, "Y/N..." dragging out your name.

Peppering kisses all over his face he'd try to push you off as lightly as he can.

You'd try to pull him into a kiss by his jacket lapels & though you succeed you'll hear a muffled "We're in public" against your lips, only causing you to laugh.

You know he's just being dramatic, he really doesn't care too much, it's just a matter of keeping up his tough guy image. If there were ever a time he really didn't want PDA he'd let you know & you would respect that. It's just a quirk of his to pretend he doesn't want it no matter how much he relishes in your every touch.

Behind Closed Doors

Now, here he feels a lot more comfortable, especially in either of your homes. He may not reciprocate exactly what you do but he will show you how much your affection brings him joy. It somehow ends up horny a lot.

Whenever you watch tv or movies together he likes to have a hand on your thigh, around your shoulders, or massage your feet. The couch is one place where he's always attached to you. He lives for the pleased hums you make when he relieves your tension.

Frank likes to sleep closest to the door when you two sleep. Without thinking about it, it's a way to show he cares about you. Frank has the facade of only caring about himself, always thinking about number one & all. But really you mean more to him than he means to himself. Frank would happily throw himself in the line of gunfire just to see you smile one more time.

Trapper:

Public Affection/PDA

Trapper becomes the world's cutest little ball of sludge. You compliment him & he's already down on one knee.

You swear when you hug him he gets all warm & fuzzy. He tells you it's because he loves you so much, that & he never wants to see you cold so him being a human heater is just another reason you guys are a perfect match.

You'll somehow weasel your way into the trip into hollow earth, one of the many conditions being you sit next to Trapper on the way down. When he teases Bernie he'll immediately turn to you & smile, making sure you know he was joking about possibly being able to swallow your own tongue. You just continue to hold his hand & laugh quietly.

If, at any point, you fall asleep in the jet & happen to have your head fall on his shoulder he will lose his mind. He will turn to Ilene & get her attention, pointing to how adorable you are until she agrees. His heart is beating so fast, butterflies in his stomach. He glances down at you with admiration, holding you tight.

As you guys walk through the forest, you hug into his side to keep warm. If that's not enough he will give you his over shirt & won't stop commenting about how amazing you look in it.

You definitely bought him at least one of his necklaces & no he won't stop talking about how much he loves it, especially with other people. "You know, my partner Y/N got this for me. It's my favorite of all my necklaces, I don't know what I'd do if I lost it."

Behind Closed Doors

Trapper is all over you. You definitely take turns sleeping on top of each other. When he sleeps on top of you he 1000% drools on you.. When you sleep on top of him, he gets so incredibly giddy. He has so many photos of you, with your permission. A particularly cute one is his phone wallpaper so he sees it every time he opens it.

He likes to cook you dinners because he likes doing things for you, but your reaction is a huge motivator too. The smile on your face, the amazing look you give him after the first bite, the endless praise of his cooking.

Trapper would definitely find the time to, on occasion, bring you breakfast in bed for the same reasons.

David:

Public Affection/PDA

David is very gentlemanly, so he doesn't like much PDA. No matter who you're hanging out with he keeps the affection to a minimum, but he always makes sure everyone knows you're his partner. A hand on the thigh is his go to, if you're sitting in a booth or on a couch his arm may find its way over your shoulders.

When the two of you get a moment alone, falling behind in the group, turning a corner, whatever it may be. You find the time to give him little pecks on the cheek, mouth, forehead, etc. David will lightly grab your arm & give you a little smile, before his hand drops down to yours & the two of you continue walking.

David is a talker, he can get anything he wants with his words & control any situation. The only time he starts to stumble is when you show him affection.

One time he was trying to intimidate a guy who flirted with you at the bar. You came up behind him & ran your hands across the expanse of his chest before pulling him into a hug. He actually began stuttering a little. This is something you would tease him about for a long time.

Behind Closed Doors

David is all over you, his hands never leaving your body in any situation. As soon as you step past the door way, sometimes even before that, David is kissing all over you.

David didn't get much sleep before meeting you. He doesn't really need it, but it was also because of a little fixation of his. He can't fall asleep without holding something. Sometimes pillows work, but he'd get teased for cuddling a pillow in his sleep in the army. So he stopped for a long time, getting as little sleep as he could.

The first night he spent at your house, he let you know he probably wouldn't sleep much & you were fine with that. But once you got tired, you curled up in his side & draped your arm over his chest. With one big yawn, you nestled your head into his shoulder, murmuring how much you care about him as you drifted off. David wrapped his arms around you to provide you comfort while you try to sleep. He smiled down at you as you slept, slowly feeling his eyelids grow heavy. He then got the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had.

When you wake up he has you trapped in an iron grasp, it's not hurting you in the slightest but there's no way out. You simply have to wait for this big teddy bear to wake up.

He likes to cook with you, happy to cook for you if you need to relax. But he really enjoys both of you being in the kitchen together. He especially likes to come up behind you while you're preparing the food, holding your hips & kissing down your face & neck.

A/N: If you'd like more please request! I'll do my best!

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라이즈 ; FOOD PLAY

PAIRING non idol riize , reader (no gender specified)

GENRE 18+ , slight smut , fluff

SYNOPSIS you mention bringing food play into the bedroom, these are their reactions

WORD COUNT 983

WARNINGS food play, kissing, fluff, mentions of puppy play, food in general, making out, oral fixation, i ♡ sub!sohee

♫ strawberry skies - kid travis

a/n day six of kinktober! not proofread, just little thoughts that flooded my mind so i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ♡ please consider liking and reblogging if you enjoy! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

shotaro his latest obsession has been the snack, sponge crunch. you’ve watched him get into the car and then run all the way back into the house just to grab a baggie of them, telling him he needed an intervention. however he’s bent on making you understand the obsession because in his words, “they’re life changing.” one night he sits you down telling you that he will make you love them (which you didn’t dislike, you just loved to see shotaro passionately explain his snack to you) letting him bring them up to your lips hand feeding you one by one. jokingly you tell him you still don’t see the hype, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout before his eyes light up, bringing one to rest between his lips bringing it up to your own. it surprised you, staring at it before taking the hint to take it into your own mouth, humming at the taste as he placed a hand on the back of your neck to steal a chocolate covered kiss. now, this, this is something you could understand the hype for; climbing onto his lap letting him pass chocolates into your mouth the sweet flavor mixing heavenly with his tongue swiping across yours stealing a taste.

eunseok you mention one evening that you’d like to try food play, eunseok pretending to be oblivious (to tease you) asking why you’d want to play with your food instead of eating it. groaning you explain what you meant him asking if pasta was a contender for this activity making you want to strangle your boyfriend. he makes it up to you by buying you candies and letting you place some into his mouth before kissing him; bent over in laughter as he asked again.. “can we try this with pasta?”

seunghan loves, loves, loves those biscuit snacks filled with chocolate in them. every year for his birthday you’d get him various kinds, his favourite being the chocolate filled koalas. the two of you never verbally introduced the idea of food play in the bedroom, simply one day making out softly while sharing the snack, chocolate intoxicating the both of you. it quickly becomes a habit, you or seunghan bringing a snack towards the other, the other person stealing it from in between your lips eating it before kissing, the sweet taste on each others lips and tongue making it easy to get lost in each other for a few hours.

wonbin there's not many sweets he likes, preferring salty over sweet. he also doesn’t enjoy having sticky things against his skin from sensory overload. however, he will consider doing anything at least once with you wanting to respect your wishes and needs as you do the same for him. he carefully placed jellied gummies onto your body doing your best not to giggle at how cute he looked fully concentrated on placing them down. his lips brush against your skin making you shiver, the tip of his tongue dragging up your skin as he hooks the gummy into his mouth. he’s so handsome making your head spin as he finished the gummies quickly, kissing and leaving love bites all over you making your brain fall fuzzy.

sungchan your boyfriend loves salty food, a dilemma that left you sitting on your bed pondering on how you’d bring up the idea of food play in the bedroom. he walks into the bedroom, sitting down next to you asking if you’re alright since you were spaced out not replying to him moments ago. you nod, placing your hands balled up in your lap asking if you could ask him something. concern covers his face instantly reassuring you that you could ask anything. you blush profusely explaining your question, the wide smile on his face making your skin cover itself with goosebumps. sungchan offers the idea of the sea salt chocolate you two had in the kitchen, blushing once more as he pressed a kiss on your forehead telling you to get comfortable as he warms it up.

anton such a foodie, loves his sweets. food play being introduced into the bedroom because he’s trying to eat some ice cream but you will not leave him alone! pressing kisses against his lips telling him he tastes so sweet trying to climb into his lap, giggling apologetically as it gets onto your thigh. usually he’d be annoyed by someone interrupting him while eating but he’s genuinely so adorned with you that he lets it slide.. loosely. he pushes you onto your back, kissing up and down your thighs before going to the left one to lick the ice cream from it, loving the way you shiver and gasp underneath him. you’re so receptive, so unbelievably sensitive to his touches and it turns him on so much knowing he can get you going after only a few touches.

sohee he’s so endearing, his pretty eyes widening when you bring up the probability of bringing food into the bedroom; clarifying you meant sexually. sohee reminds you of cute, pretty things, placing a small bowl of strawberries next to his lap, his eyes fixated on the can of whipped topping. he’s so puppy coded the way he cocks his head to the side letting you move him as you pleased, carrying a strawberry to his lips, telling him to open wide. the feeling of his tongue brushing against your fingers causes you to shiver, watching him slowly eat the strawberry. you all but nearly pass away as he grabs your wrist, sticking your whipped topping covered fingers into his mouth, sucking on the digits until they were cleaned nicely. pressing your thumb against his tongue cooing as his pretty lips latching around it humming at the sensation. he’s just so endearing you can’t help but cover him in strawberries and cream, kissing and licking him clean until he cums untouched.

[kn-1013]

Exploratory Surgery #1

Sal notices that Travis is a bit space-y like he is, but it's a bit different.

Rating: E Word count: A thousand and something Pairing: None/Gen Warnings: Use of homophobic slurs

A/N: welcome to my new series called exploratory surgery. idk how many more of these i'll post but the general concept of this series will be me posting plot bunnies, darlings or drabbles that i can't/won't/shouldn't otherwise put into full fics, or they just haven't become full fics yet. you can think of them like 'sketches' in the same way that someone posts art sketches or whatever. idk i haven't slept, this one's vaguely about a niche headcannon i have for travis being able to see ghosts. please enjoy, or don't

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It wasn’t unusual for Sal to be found staring off into the distance about something, what with the ADD diagnosis, chronic dissociation, and now these new episodes, where he’s getting fucking visions from god or something. His friends had started calling him Space-y Face because of how often they had to wave a hand in front of him to get his attention. ‘Hey, Earth to Sally!’ It was a whole thing.

That’s why he noticed that Travis seemed to have the same problem.

Some teachers seemed like they didn’t want to call out Sal for spacing out, they seemed reluctant to want to put too much attention on him, which was kind of annoying when he actually wanted to pay attention in class, because then he had to get his notes from other people or ask questions after. At least he could kind of appreciate the thought.

But they weren’t afraid to call out Travis when he was staring out the window, and make him answer questions in front of the whole class when he wasn’t paying attention. Considering he was a known problem child, it seemed like some kind of sadistic humiliation tactic to try and push him back in line or to punish him for being such an asshole, or maybe even because they simply didn’t like him, and they used him as some kind of scapegoat. Some teachers certainly hated their lives enough to do that.

Though, there was one thing that kept bugging Sal.

When Sal zoned out, he could sometimes be like a mola-mola fish, floating through the ocean, going wherever the current takes him without a second thought, or even a first one. Eyes visibly unfocused, blinking slowly, speaking slowly, mouth sometimes left agape if he wasn’t talking, (which made him glad he wore a mask, because he sure looked stupid like that). The entire time, it would kind of feel like he was moving backwards through a brick wall; it was hard to think or move, and everything felt so distant. On really bad days, it honestly felt like he took something, his head was so fuzzy.

Other times, he could be like a possum playing dead: completely frozen. Hours could pass that left his body sore and aching, where he hadn’t moved a muscle or thunk a single thought. That happened a lot around August 16th.

Either way, the big thing about Sal’s zoning out, according to how Todd’s described it, is that he seems incredibly distant and unfocused. It looks like he’s ‘inside’, as he described it—inside his own head.

Travis wasn’t like that at all, in Sal’s observations. When he stared off in the distance, it was like he was looking at something far away, even when he was staring at an empty corner. When the teachers called him out, he sometimes did some kind of double take, or his eyes kept drifting back into the spot he was staring at. He didn’t seem like he was inside his head, he seemed like he was looking at something that was right there, but Sal couldn’t really be sure what.

It reminded him a lot of whenever Gizmo started staring randomly into the distance, like he was seeing something nobody else could. He always wondered if animals could see ghosts.

Now he was wondering if Travis could, especially with the way he was currently staring at that roadkill.

Sal had been going for a walk around town on a Saturday afternoon and had ended up in a nicer part of town, the part that Ashley lived in. He was thinking about stopping by to hang out with her, when he spotted Travis, who also lived in this area.

Travis was across the street from him, on the other sidewalk. He was completely frozen, staring straight down at a dead cat near the curb.

Sal decided he felt like being a pest that day, so he walked across the street nonchalantly to over just behind Travis, who continued staring at the ground.

His gaze, shifted near his feet as Sal began approaching, but Sal’s mouth moved before he could process it, and his subsequent greeting startled Travis out of whatever daydream he was having about that dead cat.

“Hey, Travis, what’cha lookin’ at?” Sal said, almost instantly regretting it. He should’ve waited a bit longer to see what was going to happen next.

Travis jumped hard enough that his hair seemed to stand on end for a second, before he realized it was just Sal. Then he slumped his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

“What do you want?” He spat.

“Saw you blankly staring at a dead cat for no reason, thought I’d see what the fuss was about.” Sal tilted his head to the side curiously. “You know that cat or something?”

“No, never seen it before.” Travis’s voice was cold and bland.

There was a beat of silence, where Sal was staring directly at Travis. Silences like this tend to make people uncomfortable, and often makes them volunteer information they wouldn’t have normally simply by being asked. It was one of Sal’s special tactics for extracting information from other people, and it typically worked especially well, because most people already found Sal’s presence discomforting.

“Anyways, bye.” Travis began walking away.

Travis was weird though, it didn’t always work on him.

Sal caught up behind him, patting him on the back of the shoulder to get his attention again.

“You stare at stuff a lot, you know that?” Sal said, walking beside him.

Travis walked faster. “What, are you stalking me? Freak?”

“Is that a question?” Sal cocked his head to the side, appearing nonchalant as his legs struggled to keep up with Travis’s long strides.

“You’re a freak, no question about it.” Travis huffed, adjusting his book bag irritatedly and turning his head.

“It’s not hard to notice things about other people if you just pay attention. You can learn a lot about people by just watching them.” Sal’s voice was calm, factual, as if it were normal to just watch people all the time.

Travis had felt dread before, but not quite like when Sal had finished letting that sentence out of his mouth. Sal was about to describe some of his unconscious behaviors, and it was going to make him deeply uncomfortable, and there was nothing he could do about it, because Sal seemed to just love making him as uncomfortable as possible in every imaginable situation. That blue haired faggot just had to stick his plastic nose in everything.

“Like, you read a lot—like a lot, a lot. You’re ambidextrous, but I’ll bet you’re naturally right-handed because that’s the hand you punch with. You’re not very familiar with computers, and you like to be outside, but you’re not really jock levels of athletic, so I think you kind of just hang out there, usually in trees, 'cuz of the callouses on your hands. You ever been hiking? You might like it.” Sal’s voice was way too cheery and overall normal to be saying these things. Nobody knew these things about Travis, because nobody paid attention to him. They all hated him, because he was an asshole, and that was kind of the point.

The fact that Sal could just swoop in and watch him like a hawk when he wasn’t paying attention and learn all these things about him without even talking to him was terrifying in the same way he was terrified of God.

Travis recoiled harshly. “Ugh! You’re such a creep! Don’t watch me like that, what’s wrong with you?”

“What, it’s a bad thing to pay attention to your friends?” Sal sounded a bit disappointed. After that, he was disappointed? Over what? That Travis didn’t like being watched? He sure hoped this was just God working in mysterious ways somehow, because he hated this.

“I’m not your friend, you fucking stalker. Leave me alone.” He began to walk faster, and Sal started to trail behind. “To be fair, I’ve kind of just been seeing you around for a couple of years, now. I’m not even paying that much attention to you.” Sal shrugged, shortly before tripping on something on the pavement.

“That doesn’t make it much better, you fucking weirdo. Stop watching me!” Travis began racing back to his house, his face burning red at how much Sal had seemed to learn from him when he wasn’t even trying that hard. What would happen if he tried much harder? He really needed to stay away from this guy.

Sal gracefully recovered from his trip and stared off at Travis’s disappearing form, head cocked to the side. He just didn’t quite get that guy.

But boy, did he want to.

[max-a-max]

ALPHALORE HEADCANNONS! (3 hc’s per character! [excluding Bartholomew, + I could only think of one hc for Kane I am SO sorry guys I tried… 😭‼️])

[Taglist : @agentmel8 , that's it for now ahdhdgfhbfv ]

Ink! [Sadly no magenta text on Tumblr :(]

★ He canNOT use an oven. At all. Every time he’s tried, he’s almost burnt the entire apartment complex down. He does own an air fryer, though.

★ Hate hate HATES Wahoo World with a burning passion. I mean, I don’t blame him because WWhAT IS THAT LAYOUT.

★ When being “set free” by Wrath, he was completely beheaded imo. I mostly based this on the fact one of his Super Cool Clone Traits™ was intelligence/quick thinking, which you use your brain for (and your brain is well. In your head).

Billy! [No yellow text on Tumblr :(]

★ He ate the Alterna snow at one point. Like, he was just chilling near the squid sister’s camp, and he saw the fluffy, white snow and just. Mmmm yummy chemical crystal snow go brrr

★ He tried to take up crocheting at one point to make little sweaters for Batholomew!

★ I feel like he’d be pretty decent at baking! Like, he’d know the basics, and maybe a few other skills, but yeah I think he’d be able to make cookies and other things :]

Wrath!

★ Has a permanent resting “:3” face imo. He just seems like the type of guy to do that,,

★ This 1 is kinda gross but. I feel like Wrath has very little or no skin underneath the bandages on his face. Also, his left(? Camera right I think?? Idk) eye is just gone-

★ I feel like his favorite food would be waffles w ketchup on them. Not sure why I think this, but eh

Travis!

★ He is Transmasc. To Me™.

★ Drank motor oil at one point when he was a kid bc he wanted to know what it tasted like. Yes, he liked the way it tasted (and still occasionally drinks it to this day). No, I’m not elaborating on this one.

★ After the 1st bluefin depot incident, his eyes got a slight magenta tinge bc of the fuzzy ooze in the poison he was shot with,,

Dave!

★ I feel like this was kinda implied in one of the alphalore episodes, but methinks he has a LOT of college degrees. I’m talking 12 degrees over 6-ish subjects? Nobody knows how he got so many in such a short period of time,,,

★ He reads a lot in his free time! Like, there’s 176 (170 that he hasn't studied) subjects in college that he could be reading up on when he has the chance!!!

★ Has absolutely TERRIBLE posture when he sits down. This man will wonder why his back hurts, then will sit like a shrimp at his computer, reading away at whatever subject piqued his interest that day [he js like me frfr]

Alpha! [No dark blue text option on Tumblr :(]

★ Knows every single star constellation by heart and is PROUD of it!!

★ absolutely despises sea cucumbers and anything resembling them because of the deepsea metro (tbf CQ cumber is pretty annoying, and it did quite literally make alpha instantaneously explode many times.. 😭)

★ Acquired a variety of large scars on his back, shoulders, etc. during his time in the deep sea metro. Most of these scars are from girl power station specifically-

Kane!

★ This man is scarily tall imo,,, I feel like he’d be around 6’1 (around 186 cm)

[inkyycapp]

Phasmophobia Au

Sally Face Edition

(Alt ! Au)

ft: sal, larry, travis (,ash, todd, and neil) tw: ghosts, murder, violence, demoniacs, weed, implied romance? i have never smoked weed can you tell? not beta read forgive me edit: it was beta read now yay a/n: i'm writing this up on my laptop rather than my phone, which i lost. anyways, feel free to request. this was heavily inspired by mark, bob, wade, (jack/sean) i also rewatched sally face fandub, it's pretty neat. you should watch it too. i added travis cause he's silly

after high school, after everything at the addison apartments, things you all knew you couldn't just leave the paranormal life behind. enrolling in collage, school went about the same. you moved in with your friends, and life was relatively normal.

normal.

you were laying on the wood floor, mind feeling a bit fuzzy. larry talking nonstop, sal sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. an odd silence filled the room, then larry spoke up.

"dudes, wait, wait, actually, hear me out on this one," larry slurred sitting up on the beanbag chair. "what if we like hunted ghost? ghostnabbers 'n shit." he waved his hands around dramatically. "larry, what. man, wait, what?" sal sat up as well. you turned your head to look over at larry not getting up from the floor. "just hear me out! like, i got this flyer from some dude talkin' about his ghost hunting job, showed me all his ghost tracking shit." larry stumbled to his feet, rushing to his desk dropping the flyer on your face. the paper covering your face for a moment before you grabbed it off, looking it over. in your high mind, this looked like the best idea that could have ever been said. "no way." you dragged yourself to your feet, plopping on sal's bed, showing him the flyer. sal looked it over as well. you were a group of unsupervised, high out of their mind, teens. of course, you were going to do it.

the others took some convincing, but they were in. it seemed it wasn't just you three that missed your paranormal fascination.

how you managed to get travis involved? he saw a flyer, thought it looked stupid. but, the more he looked at it, the more a strange fascination fell onto him. he knew ghosts were real, but actually searching for the things, solving their mysteries. he heard the ghost group talking about them, and tried not to eavesdrop, but couldn't help himself. (also, he heard you say it was pretty cool.) he called for the job and nailed it. now he has to deal with all of you and you all have to deal with him.

you, sal, larry, ash, and travis are usually inside the haunting grounds while todd, and neil stay in the truck, watching over and keeping equipment in check. they also often make sure you all get the objectives done. (you all refer to them as papa eagle. they share the title.)

"papa eagle, what're the objectives? over." "papa- what? over." (todd) "objectives are witness an event, capture ghost on film-" (neil)

(todd warms up to the title while neil owns it out the gate.)

(probably w/ travis) "why won't you listen to me, i already said the objectives are-" "cause you're not papa eagle." "papa huh-? i'm not calling todd or neil-" "papa eagle." "sorry, i'm not calling papa eagle- wait." "..." "..."

...

if you chose to partner with sal he always makes sure you got good equipment, doesn't want you to draw the short end of the stick. he cares very much.

while the idea sounded crazy at first, sal got into it after some convincing via you and larry. he nails the interview. he sees his friends did as well, and he's glad to have them onboard. though, when he sees travis is here, he had to do a double take. he's not opposed to it, just surprised. actually laughs, and nearly gets hit. larry, and ash wants to hit travis. you are the peacekeeper.

he's actually really good at this. he's had many experiences at the apartments, so the ghost violent attempts don't really phase him much.

sal likes to use the walkie even when he's in the same room as you, or anyone. finds it funny. everyone, but travis, join in.

"look, there's footprints, over." "roger, over." cue giggling. ...

"guys, you seein' this bullshit? over." "affirmative. over" "mhm, yeah. over." "i can practically smell it from here. over." "i wish i couldn't see it. over." "get off the line we're literally all in the same room. >:(" (travis) "buzz kill. over, and out." more giggling.

this man has no fear. will actively seek out the ghost, using the cursed objects. though not scared of them, he makes no room to provoke them. he's very chill with them. whether you're scared of them or not, sal's always sticking close to you just in case.

sal always ends up with a shit flashlight, or even a uv light to see. he always makes sure everyone has a good flashlight and ends up with the bad one. please help this guy. one time he got stuck with a candle. you made sure to keep close to him so he can share yours. he was very grateful.

sal has each ghost type, and behavior memorized, and actively adds to it, the twist is, they're memorized in such goofy ways.

"it's the one that can't touch the salt, finding no green stuff on the purple light, and it's talking to me over the ghost phone. over." "what- wait, huh? go again. over." "wraith, it's a wraith. over, and out."

he finds them all fascinating in honesty. if you share this interest, he tends to come to you with any, and all new information. enjoys talking to you about the kinds of ghosts and demons. you both like to take your ghostly conversations to todd, who also has everything memorized.

...

if you chose to partner with larry, i'll have you know larry is the instigator. this man will provoke, provoke, provoke. and will freak out when something goes wrong. he's really mellowed about it though. you, ash, and sal running in with the smudge sticks or a crucifix, trying to get the ghosts attention. travis is laughing over the walkie, todd and neil are watching in the van. he will make sure you're in the safe even when he's being stupid.

"harold wilson, harold wilson, harold wilson." "..." "..." "what a puss-" loud banging, chair is thrown but missed him. "haha. shit."

he's on a thin line between skeptic, and believer. he's always so surprised when the ghost shows themself, or if they give them evidence. he also just barley passed his interview. if it wasn't for all of you vouching for him, and being friends with the boss, he probably wouldn't have gotten the job.

larry hates mimics. hates how they give an extra piece of evidence and makes things difficult. literally calls them the try hard of the ghost community.

larry probably pulls pranks on everyone (travis). always dragging you into his pranks, sometimes pulling small one over you. larry just gets a good laugh at spooking everyone, claiming he's just "keeping you on your toes."

the ghost is always after him and travis. like, they always have it out for them. during ghost events, you could be standing right in front of it and the ghost would sidestep you and chase after them instead. everyone always pokes fun at it. secretly make sure to keep a crucifix on you at all times for him, just in case.

never leave larry alone with cursed items. he will use them without a second thought.

"and i pulled death." "you pulled what?" "death." "please, tell me you aren't using the cards." "..." "larry..." incoherent ghost noises

larry will bet on things. he would put money on what the ghost is. he will bet on chores, and such, and somehow, he always calls things. claims it's just luck, but after so many times everyone grows skeptical. he's always so lucky with the bets. probably the luckiest member out of the group.

larry is always throwing hands with travis. they can never, and i mean never be on the same page. the only time they are is during a hunt. you have to keep the peace.

...

if you chose travis, please be patient, he is trying. travis knows a lot about ghost, and the occult, but not about teamwork. at first, he will deny he needs a partner. it isn't until he gets the scare of his life, and you have to deter the ghost will he even consider it.

always cursing out the ghost once they are in some scary shit. he will go feral. please keep him in check.

ghost breaks the lightbulb above him "you piece of shi-" "travis, buddy, pal, friend, chum, i think it's hunting." "..." "..." "bitch."

travis keeps a tough front but will get anxious. he can deny it all he wants, but he sticks a bit closer to you, making sure to keep his flashlight on at all times, including in bright lights.

if it isn't larry getting targeted, it's him. can't explain the thought process. travis is always mumbling curses under his breath when the ghost is hunting. travis will claim he will use you as a human shield, but he doesn't. literally all his threats are empty threats. he will deny everything though. claims he didn't have the time, or something along those lines.

he oddly knows his stuff. very smart in this field of work, but 'hates' being praised for his knowledge. he brags a bit about it, only with you though.

you make travis open up a bit, he's nicer with everyone. you're not really scared of him, scolding him before he has a chance to say anything bad, or offensive to the group.

he doesn't join in any pranks, or walkie talkie jokes. he is the designated buzz kill. though, one time he did make a joke during an event. literally made you promise not to tell. blames all of you.

"make sure to take the picture of those bones. over." "wilco, taking picture now. over...wait"

always gets mad when your 'stupid' rubs off on him. but in all, he does want to make sure your safe. can't have your stupid get you in trouble, can he? he's stuck with you. (he actually isn't he just says he is cause he likes being your buddy.)

e/n: i only wrote for sal, larry, and travis cause it's going on 3am, and i'm eating shrimp stir-fry. i might do a part two, or something similar. thank you for reading :) (the beta reader is my brother{s} sue me) beta reader note: funni funni haha

[redheadspark]

Can I request some smut with Jack Russell × Reader that they try for a baby, please?

P.S. I love your writing so much!!! xoxo

A/N - YAS! Sorry for not writing this sooner, I briefly had a minor mental breakdown, but now I'm back to writing! It'll be nice and short, I hope you like it

Try

Summary - Jack is never afraid to try anything, including giving you a baby.

Warnings - SMUT! 18+, No minors allowed in this one!

Your breathing was slowly coming back from gasping for air, gasping to come back to reality after living out the intense high that you were feeling. Eyes still closed, hair askew all over your pillow and along the cool cotton sheet below you, sweat gathering along your skin. Your senses were on fire and heightened, yet the one thing that was grounded and keeping you connected to reality around you was the pair of lips along your skin and calloused fingers along your bare hips and thighs. Salt and pepper hair ticking your chin and cheeks, stubble touching the underside of your jaw, and a warm body against your own.

"Amor.....oh Amor, you'll be the death of me,"

You grinned and finally opened your eyes lazily to see the man perched above you, watching you with love and a hint of alluring lust in his bright eyes. His own body language was still filled with electricity, sweat along his forehead with his hair plastered there along his skin, he too was gasping for air and yet sounding as if he could go again. Maybe he could, since this was your third time cumming that night.

Your husband, werewold and monster hunter Jack Russel, brought it up actually.

You two were visiting your best friend's house earlier that day, your best friend Emily from college just having a baby and was finally letting friends and distinct family come see her newborn son. You were itching to see her and to meet your new "Nephew", getting a massive shock when you arrived at her house that you were now his Godmother. Such a massive title and responsibility was now on your shoulders, but you took it in stride as she handed her son over to you. You were instantly in love with your Godson, inheriting his mother's light hair and his father's cheeks.

As you were tending to the baby, Jack was chatting with Emily and her husband Travis, catching up with Travis on their careers and what was coming up next in your travels. You were rocking newborn Aiden gently as he slept, content on soaking up some time with him and simply enjoying the newborn in your embrace. Yet you never saw Jack out of the corner of your eye watching you grin and hum to Aiden, a smile on his lips and his heart swelling with the sight of his wife holding a baby.

When you two made it home after another hour of visiting, Jack immediately wrapped you in his arms and peppered you with kisses. You thought he was simply being coy, Jack was always affectionate and willing to love on you when you two were alone. It was a sweet side of him that you never wished to diminish. The way he held you close as you were against the counter, about to make dinner, it made you grin widely as he was behind you and pressing kiss after kiss along your shoulders and neck.

"I want one," he said against your skin, you leaning against him as your fingers were interlaced on the countertop.

"Do you?" You asked coyly, though he grinned against your neck as he kissed it softly as a teasing gesture, "And here I thought we were going to wait and take our time together. That was the plan right....mmph,"

His half-hard cock was along your ass, rubbing against you as he licked your neck lightly and you almost collapsed from the touch.

"Maybe I had a change of heart after seeing you hold that little one...picturing in my mind you carrying our own little one and us being parents," Jack whispered against your ear as he kept rotating his hips against your backside, your mind going fuzzy, "I think we should try, Amor,"

"T-try?" You asked in a squeak as his spare hand snuck to the front of your jeans to pop the button open, letting his fingers sneak under the jeans and against your panties to feel how warm you were. You moan, Jack chuckling from hearing you crumble.

"Trying for a baby is the best part, isn't it?" Jack hummed against your neck, "Plus...I think I'm a bit rusty. So what do you say, Amor? Wanna try for a baby?"

"God yes," You sighed, Jack turning you around and kissing you hotly against the counter as you were leaning into him. Your mind was running so fast, thinking only about Jack and being this close to him. It wasn't that you two never had sex, your sex life was quite healthy and a bit active. But this new side of Jack, almost primal and organic, was making you feel that drive too as he hoisted you up and planted you on the countertop.

You yelped, sitting on the countertop as he hastily stripped your jeans off your legs to throw them behind you while he sunk to his knees. You were in a daze, seeing this dominant side of Jack as he caressed your bare thighs and saw the light purple panties that were right in front of him.

"I don't think I can't wait, my love," he growled, kissing up your thighs and having you tremble and try to grasp onto something on the kitchen counter, knowing you could turn into jello from how he was making you feel, "But I wanna get you ready first."

He paused between your legs, looking up at you with his nose barely touching your panties and feeling how wet you were getting as his bright eyes were looking at you as if he was a predator about to pounce. You lost your breath for a long moment, seeing Jack on his knees in both a submissive and dominant way.

"Hang onto something," he softly commanded you. Then within a second, he pushed your panties to the side and dived into your legs, having your moan out loud in your empty home.

That was just the beginning.

"We've been going at it for hours, baby," You said to Jack as he wrapped you in his arms, you both still bare under the cool sheets and yet running hot with the open window nearby to help take down the heat in the room. The room alone smelled of sweat and sex, plenty of water bottles that were empty scattered along the floor with your clothes and lingerie as Jack caressed your belly gently with the tips of his fingers.

"Can't help it," Jack mumbled along your lips as you grinned, "The thought of you with a round belly, becoming a mother with my child, had me feeling hot all over,"

"You're downright sexy talking like that with me," You hummed, feeling his hands touch your bare chest all over to get you worked up all over again, "You've always seemed to have a higher adrenaline than me,"

"It's my wolf side, the side you like apparently," Jack teased as he licked his lips, "Plus, I wanna make sure I got you pregnant tonight,"

"After the first two times on the living room floor, I think it's safe to say I am," You reassured him as he nuzzled your noses together. Jack kissed you hotly, building up that heat again as he made your thighs part once more. Reached down to pump his cock again between the pair of you.

"Can't be too careful though, can we?" He asked in a tease, then having you lean back in the back as he pressed the head of his cock against the folds of your already sensitive and swollen pussy, "I wanna try one more time, baby. Please let me? I wanna really make sure we're gonna be a mommy and daddy after tonight,"

Mewling, you nodded your head, thinking of nothing better. You two loved each other fiercely and with no hesitation, for as long as you two wee together there was no doubt that you two were an item. Jack showed it in his kindness to you, in his actions as a gentleman, and in bed when he would take you apart in the best ways.

You both talked about having kids in the past, children will be in your future. Jack wanted to be a dad as much as you wanted to be a mom, and you both decided to wait on that chapter until you both felt it was right. So maybe it was finally right, and instead of being hesitant about it, you were going toward it in the best way.

And as he sunk into you again, you moaned and whimpered in relief as he rolled his hips deeply and intimately, The mood of love was still in the air for the pair of you as you both orgasmed two more times before finally calling it quits.

3 months later, Jack finally got his wish as you gave him the positive pregnancy test.

The End

[ameagrice]

Capsize

chapter twenty | back to camp

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Camp covered in snow was a strange sight, but not an unwelcome one. Since the climate inside the border was controlled, it always had been pretty sunny and warm. This winter, snow fell lightly like icing flour through a sieve on a cake. The cabins in the far distance were decorated with tiny flickering lights, with no visible strings, so you guessed they were some kind of magic. If camp had done this before, you hadn't been around to witness it.

The woods lit with the same circular balls of light, giving the trees a warm but slightly eerie glow. Nico, however, seemed to think everything was amazing.

"Woah!" he said, clambering down the bus steps. "Is that a climbing wall?"

"Sure is," you nodded. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"You bet! Let's go now!" He grabbed your sleeve, and you hummed.

"Uhh, we should wait a bit. I think Chiron might want to talk to you..."

"Who? Oh, awesome! Is that real lava?"

You gently pulled your arm away from Nico's hand. "Go ask Percy. I'm sure he has the patience."

Percy's deadpan brought a sly smile to your face.

The Hunters headed off to the Artemis cabin, the reason behind having it finally making sense.

"Take care, sweethearts!" Apollo called after them. One of the girls turned and pretended to vomit. Apollo turned to Percy, still standing next to the bus. "Watch out for those prophecies, guys."

You pulled a face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Instead of answering, Apollo hopped back in the bus, standing in the doorway. "Later, Thalia. And you...I can't remember your name." Your mouth dropped in slight offence. The guy gave you serious nightmares only to not remember your name at the end of them? "Be good!"

You all looked away as he drove off. Looking back, the bus was a red Maserati instead.

Nico sighed childishly next to Percy. They both looked as equally upset, Percy a little more downtrodden than sad.

"Who's Chiron?" Nico mumbled. "I don't have his figurine."

"He's a talking horse."

"He's the activities director," Percy corrected, giving you a look. You couldn't help snickering. "He's...well, you'll see."

"If those Hunter girls don't like him, that's good enough for me," Nico grumbled.

You turned and started walking, hands in your jacket pockets. "Those Hunter girls don't like anyone."

--

You set off walking up the hill. Halfway there, you caught Travis and Connor thinking they were being sneaky, attempting to pick the lock on the camp store door. You didn't shout for Travis, just wanting to see how far he would actually get into the store.

The last two winters since being introduced to camp, you had spent with your family at home or in Sydney. Compared to the summer, camp was relatively quiet. All you saw on your walk to the Big House was a couple of Ares kids having a snowball fight at the edge of the woods.

The Big House had been turned into the perfect lounging pad. It smelt of hot chocolate and was decorated with red and yellow lights which, upon closer inspection and a humoured "try not to touch them, child," from Chiron, you figured out were real fireballs.

Inside, he and Mr. D. were playing a card game in the parlour. Mr. D. as usual was pudgy, red-eyed, and drinking a can of Coke, dealing cards like his life depended on it. Chiron's brown beard was shaggier than in the summer. His curly hair had grown a little longer. He wore a fuzzy sweater with a hoofprint design on it, and he had a blanket on his lap that almost hid the wheelchair he sat in completely.

"Ah!" He smiled. Mr. D. rolled his eyes. "You're back. And this must be--"

"Nico di Angelo," Percy said. "He and his sister are half-bloods."

Chiron breathed a sigh of relief. "You succeeded, then."

You chuckled humourlessly. "Well..."

His smile melted away when you turned your eyes back to him. "What's wrong? Where is Annabeth?"

"Oh dear," said Mr. D. in a bored voice. "Not another one lost."

He talked as if this was a perfectly normal case as a sock going missing in the laundry. Surprisingly, it filled you with anger.

"What do you mean?" Thalia stepped forward, a harsh line between her brows. "Who else is lost?"

The door behind you flung open, and a cold bout of air hit you in the back. You all turned. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you.

"What happened to you?" you smirked, looking him up and down.

Grover had a black eye and a mark on his cheek that looked unmistakably like a slap mark. Just imagining it forced you to hold in your giggles. You met Percy's eye above Nico's head, and his solemn expression twitched. He looked away quickly.

"The Hunters are all moved in," he grinned crazily.

"The Hunters, eh? I see we have much to talk about."

"Which one slapped you?" You asked, still grinning wickedly. You couldn't help it.

"The tall one, Zoe. Ah..." he sighed, smiling like a lovesick fool.

"Grover," Chiron frowned. "Perhaps you could take our young friend to the den and show him our orientation film."

"But...Oh, right. Yes, sir."

"Orientation film?" Nico asked, looking between the elders in the room. "Is it a G or PG? 'Cause Bianca's kinda strict."

"It's PG-13," Grover said.

"Cool!" Nico dove under Grover's arm holding open the door.

When it closed, and quiet took over again, Chiron turned to you. "Now, perhaps you three should sit down and tell us the whole story."

—

You hadn’t ever taken much of a fancy to being under scrutiny. Nobody really did. But there was something about the way that Chiron blinked at you as Percy explained your poisoning and Annabeth’s saving trick that had you uncomfortable in your seat.

“Look,” you said. “I know I shouldn’t have wandered off—”

“You young ones never listen,” Mr. D. sighed, dealing out some more cards.

You side-eyed him. “But Nico and Bianca wouldn’t be here otherwise. If I had left them with Thorn, they’d have been either killed or taken to some army the guy talked about. I did us all a favour.”

“You made us lose Annabeth,” Thalia sneered. “If you had just waited for us—”

“Like I said!” You burst out, leaning forward in your seat to look at her on the other side of Percy. “If we waited any longer the kids wouldn’t be here! I mean, Bianca joined the Hunters, yes. But at least she’s alive, right?”

Chiron nodded slowly, in thought. Percy was weirdly quiet. He had this odd, solemn look on his face, and you had a feeling it had to do with Annabeth.

“Come on, guys,” you leaned back, resting your elbow on the armrest and setting your head on your clenched hand. “Annabeth’s smart. She can survive. But until then, I say we go look for her. Why wait?”

“Yes, we should start a search for her immediately,” Chiron agreed, looking to Mr. D.

“I’ll go!” Thalia burst. “The three of us will. That’s enough for a quest, isnt it?”

“Certainly not!” Your attention fell back to the old god in the corner. Your eyes narrowed. Instantly, Thalia and Percy began complaining, but Mr. D. simply held up his hand for them to fall quiet. He had this angry look in his eyes that said if they didn’t quit arguing with him, something bad and godly was going to happen. “From what you have told me, we have broken even on this escapade. We have—ah, regrettably lost Annie Bell—”

“Annabeth,” Percy bit sharply.

“Yes, yes, and you have procured a small, annoying boy to replace her.”

“She’s not an object!” You fumed.

“So I see no point risking further half-bloods on a ridiculous rescue,” he raised his voice to cover yours. “The possibility is very great that this Annie girl is dead.”

“Annabeth may be alive,” Chiron said, but you could tell he was having trouble sounding upbeat. He’d practically raised Annabeth, Percy had told you one day. “She’s very bright. If...if our enemies have her, she will try to play for time. She may even pretend to cooperate.”

“That’s right,” Thalia said. “Luke would want her to be alive.”

“In which case,” Mr. D. said. “She will likely have to be smart enough to escape on her own.”

Percy got up from the chair, running his hands through his hair. Something wasn’t sitting right with you. He and Annabeth had been on the quest last year together. They were bound to be closer after that. But he was acting like Annabeth was more than a close friend, here. The stress on his face told you a tale.

Something twinged in you, and it wasn’t worry.

“You’re glad to lose another camper!” He exclaimed, waving his hand at Mr. D. briefly. “You’d like it if we all disappeared!”

Mr. D. stifled a yawn, looking at him with bored eyes. “You have a point?”

“Yeah,” Percy ground. “Just because you were sent here as a punishment doesn’t mean you have to be a lazy jerk! This is your civilisation too! Maybe you could try helping out a little!”

For a moment, everything turned still. Mr. D’s expression changed from boredom to anger as quick as match could be lit. Just as he opened his mouth to say something—

The door flung open again, hitting the wall. You and Thalia turned.

“SO COOOOOL!” Nico roared excitedly with a lot of hand movements. He held his hands out to Chiron. “You’re a centaur!”

Chiron managed a tense smile. “Yes, Mr. di Angelo. Though I prefer to stay in this wheelchair for, ah, first impressions.”

“You didn’t for me,” you lazily cast your gaze to him.

“That was—”

“Woah!” He yelled, “and you’re the wine guy!”

Mr. D. turned his head slowly. “The wine guy?” He didn’t sound impressed. He gave Nico a look of pure loathing.

“Dionysus, right? I’ve got your figurine!”

“My figurine?”

“Yeah, in my game Mythomagic! And a holofoil card, too! And even though you’ve only got like five hundred attack points and everyone totally thinks you’re a loser, I think your powers are sweet!”

“Ah. That’s…gratifying.”

“Percy,” Chiron said quickly, while Mr. D. was caught on Nico’s comment. “All three of you go down to the cabins. Inform the campers we will be playing a game of Capture the Flag—” You groaned, and he smiled gently. “Tomorrow evening.”

“But we don’t have enough—”

“It is a tradition,” Chiron said. “A friendly match whenever the Hunters visit.”

“Friendly?” You jabbed your thumb in Thalia’s direction. She glowered. “Have you seen Thalia talk to them?”

“Yeah, they’re real friendly,” she looked like she was about to smash you with her shield.

Chiron jerked his head to Mr. D. who was caught up with Nico, still frowning as the kid explained his attack powers. “Run along, now.” He turned his eyes to you as yourself and Thalia stood. Your back popped as you stretched. “I believe Travis Stoll has been looking forward to your arrival. I suggest you drop by the Hermes cabin first. It would do all of our ears some good,” he smiled.

Percy was the first to burst out the door.

Thalia went next, and then you, rushing after your friend. You couldn’t get his anger off your mind. Anyone would be able to even feel the waves rolling off of Percy. He was livid inside, you could tell.

“Don’t listen to the old bag,” you ran up to him. “Who really gives a—”

“Why does he act like a life is disposable?” Percy fumed. “Annabeth is a person. She’s our friend. She’s not something that can be thrown out like—”

“Alright, dude.” You set your hand on his shoulder. It was hot under your own colder one. “Getting angry over things isn’t going to help. We need to use our brains and figure this out.”

The three of you slowed to a stop outside the armoury. Thalia joined your side. Percy sighed, looking out over camp.

“Sorry. I just couldn’t help it. It’s so unfair.”

The pine tree guarding camp was covered in snow, and the Golden Fleece glittered settled on its lowest branch. Your hand came up to your camp necklace, two painted beads on it now. One for Percy’s appearance, and the other for the quest they went on last year to get the fleece.

“Percy, lots of things are unfair. Sometimes I wish…” Thalia trailed. You looked at her, but she didn’t look at either yourself or Percy. She seemed in lost in a trance, some kind of memory.

“Let’s not get mopey, guys,” you settled on, trying to lighten things up. “We’ll find Annabeth. A hundred percent. Things always work out, don’t they? She’s my sister. We’re not just going to leave her wherever she is.” You looked between he and Thalia.

“You’re right,” Thalia agreed for once, shockingly. “We’ll find a way.”

The basketball court in the distance was raging. Some kids were arguing, a taller boy shoving a younger one.

“I’ll go sort that out,” Thalia said. “You guys circulate around the cabins and spread the news about Capture the Flag.”

“Alright. You should be team captain.”

You tried not to let your emotion show, but it almost always slipped on your face. Why Thalia? It felt a little childish, but why should Thalia be team captain when you were stood right here, holding the brains and the smarts strategising capabilities. Thalia had never faced camp games before—and simple as they could be, she didn’t have experience with them. If anyone had the best bet at getting the team to win, it would be someone from the Athena cabin.

Why purposely pinpoint Thalia to be the head of something, when you were standing right next to her?

“No, no. You two have been at camp longer than me. You should pick between yourselves.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You waved a hand Thalia’s way, looking at Percy.

“Right. We’ll…co-captain or something.”

CO-CAPTAIN?!

“Sure, Percy. Whatever floats your boat, man.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” you drawled. You stepped around them, heading off down the hill. “That I’m going to find Travis.”

“You’re not coming with me?” Percy frowned thoughtfully. “Meet me after?”

You threw up a peace sign and turned back around, starting your hike to find your friend.

—

Travis could be found in the most random of places. He’d told you once that maybe his love to wander was something inherited from his dad. The outdoors was a love of Travis’s.

Which was probably why, you thought, he looked bored now. You’d both retreated to your empty cabin, laying on your bed with your back to the mattress and feet on the wall. It was a bit of squeeze to try and fit Travis’s taller figure out the way of the ladder, but with your sides pressed together and your elbows knocking, you managed.

“I thought you joined them, at first,” he said, unafraid to be loud in the empty space. You guessed your siblings were out there doing something, some class. “The coat sort of sent me into shock.”

“Well,” you said, wriggling to try and get more comfortable. You hit Travis in the ribs and he knocked his bony ankle with yours. Boys were always skinny at this age—along with having great eyebrows and eyelashes. It wasn’t fair. “I heard they have to swear off of boys for life and I thought nope.”

“That’s good to know, Brains.”

You turned your head to look at Travis. He had his eyes pinned to the wall. You had one blue sock and one yellow one, while Travis’s were a plain black. The meaning of his words settled on you, and your heart jolted.

“Is it?”

He hummed. Since you’d been gone his voice had changed too, like Percy’s had. Except Travis’s was definitely deeper than the last summer. You missed his fifteenth birthday, unfortunately, but there was no negative emotion on his part. You had shipped over a kangaroo plushie for laughs, with one of those detachable hats with the corks on the edge, and a letter. He wrote back and said it was the best gift he’d ever had.

“You can’t get rid of me,” you muttered, trying to change the tension. “I’m here to stay, sorry to say.”

“Oh man, I was starting to think I’d finally gotten rid of you.”

“No such luck, I’m afraid,” you smiled.

“Damn,” you looked at him, eyes widening; he was already looking with a peaceful expression. “Guess I’m stuck with you.”

You smiled. “Guess so.”

I didn’t know where to end this, so have some Travis action. The interactions with Travis does add to the plot, don’t worry guys. It’s not completely random :D Percy x you is 100% this fic, it’s coming.

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[bisluthq]

My "hot" take is that the alchemy also reads as a Matty song to me. Like, outside of the sports metaphors, it paints a picture of two people who had a prior relationship like rekindling. Like it can basically be summarised as, "Remember how last time we hooked up (though Guilty As Sin? makes me question whether they actually did hook up) you were addicted to heroin and acted like a TOTAL asshole? WELL, you're not anymore, and we're both doing GREAT actually. I've NEVER been better, and neither have you! We Were such kids back then anyway!"

But also the Sports metaphors are so nauseatingly constant that if it is not written about Travis I've got to hand it to the "She manifested him" Swifties, because JESUS.

it’s possible it started as a Tatty song when they were together and she rewrote it for Travis? Because she was working a LOT while with Matty. So it’s possible instead of throwing it out completely she changed it into a Travis song. Again, she does that - it’s HER music not babies men put inside her.

re guilty as sin all she’s saying there is AT THAT POINT she was just wanking to him. She had dated him before so obviously stuff happened and the timeline is fuzzy on when it became physical this time but clearly there was a period where she really wanted to but couldn’t bring herself to because of Joe.

[kaelma]

Since the bombs will fall on this day in 2077, and since we're building up to the World Series in baseball, here's a quick fic I wrote a while back combining the two. It's from my Sherlock Holmes/Fallout 4 crossover, but you don't have to have read it to enjoy this short.

Or, you can read the whole thing here, under the break.

(radio static)

Voice: Good afternoon, Commonwealth. This is the Voice of the Minutemen, here with the host of Diamond City Radio, Travis Miles.

Travis: Hello, everyone. This is the first ever joint broadcast between Diamond City Radio and Radio Freedom.

Voice: And what a perfect occasion for it, Travis. The first ever honest to goodness baseball game in over 200 years, played with the original, pre-War rules.

Travis: Diamond City residents have devoted time, energy, and resources to constructing the field and stands, small but sturdy, and packed full.

Voice: Travis, it’s a lovely job. We’ve got people here from all over the Commonwealth. I see a small contingent from Goodneighbor, including Mayor Hancock himself.

Travis: Really? Where?

Voice: The ghoul in the tricorn hat in the left side stands.

Travis: With the gangsters around him?

Voice: That’s the one. Interesting fellow, Mayor Hancock. Friend of the General’s, and was originally going to play today.

Travis: What happened?

Voice: Disqualified for chem use. Apparently it’s a lot easier to hit a fastball when it’s moving slow on jet.

Travis: Yeah, I guess it would be. We’ve also got quite a few Minutemen in the stands, and some Brotherhood soldiers, along with plenty of settlers, scavvers, traders, farmers, and anyone else who calls the Commonwealth home and could spare an afternoon to relax.

Voice: Travis, I’m not very familiar with the sport, and I’m sure the same can be said for many, if not most, of our listeners. Can you give us an idea of what’s going to happen?

Travis: Ah, I have a small confession to make. I don't know the rules to baseball.

Voice: I would have thought being from Diamond City…

Travis: Well, a lot of knowledge is bound to be lost after 200 years. We keep a lot of the heritage close to our hearts, but the specific rules themselves are a bit fuzzy. Fortunately, there is one Diamond City resident who has enough pre-War memories to help us out today. Nick Valentine has graciously agreed to join us.

Nick: (amused) Afternoon.

Voice: Mr. Valentine, I’m a little surprised you weren’t recruited for the team.

Nick: I didn’t think it was fair for a person who can calibrate his arm’s sensitivity to play.

Voice: (laughs) Good man. Now, how exactly does this game work?

Nick: The two teams take turns being in the field trying to catch the ball, and at bat trying to hit the ball. If a player hits the ball, they have to run to each base, that’s the white square things on the ground. If they make it around to all four bases, their team gets a point. If the other team tags them or the base with the ball, they’re out. Three outs, and the teams switch who’s in the field or at bat. They switch nine times, and whoever has the most points at the end wins.

Travis: This sounds complicated, Nick.

Nick: It’ll make more sense once they get started, trust me.

Voice: And Team Blue is coming out into the field. Pitching for Team Blue is Colonel Preston Garvey, the Minutemen second-in-command. General Holmes himself is on the field, between second and third base.

Nick: That position is called shortstop.

Voice: The first batter for Team Red is coming… it’s the team captain, Piper Wright. Acting as referee - er, umpire - for the game is the General’s personal robot, Codsworth.

Travis: The General’s personal robot?

Nick: He knows all the rules. Trust me, he takes his job very seriously. If Holmes orders him to be impartial, he damn well will be.

Voice: As we can see from the first pitch. Ball one.

Nick: Means there was no way she could have hit the pitch. Four of those and Piper walks to first. Three strikes, and she’s out.

Voice: And there’s the first strike!

Travis: But she didn’t swing!

Nick: You get a strike if swing and miss, and also if you could have hit the ball, but didn’t swing.

Voice: Ball two. Here’s the next pitch…

Travis: Oh that’s a hit! Straight up in the air… and caught by the… um. Catcher?

Nick: (chuckles) That’s right. Fella that crouches behind home plate in the mask and padding to catch the pitches is called the catcher. And catching a ball before it hits the ground means Piper's out.

Travis: Who’s the catcher for Team Blue? I can’t make out his face under that mask.

Voice: The new Lieutenant Colonel of the Minutemen. Oh, next up is a Diamond City resident, isn’t he?

Nick: (quickly, with a little too much gusto) Vadim Bobrov, owner of the Dugout Inn, and purveyor of the Commonwealth’s deadliest moonshine.

Travis: Come on, Nick, it’s not that bad.

Nick: I’m not even human, and you should have seen the number it did on my internals the one time I was dumb enough to play guinea pig.

(everyone laughs a little)

****

Voice: Say, Travis, who’s catching for Team Red?

Travis: One of Diamond City’s security guards… I think? I’m pretty sure that’s where I’ve seen him before.

Voice: Well, it’s a tied game here at the bottom of the ninth, with two outs and bases loaded. MacCready is taking a pretty far lead out on second, practically daring them to pick him off. There’s no place for him to run unless Garvey on third steals home, and that seems unlikely.

Nick: Holmes is coming up to bat. MacCready knows Piper won’t take her eyes off him, so he’s just trying to irritate her - goodness! I stand corrected.

Voice: That was close. MacCready took a dive into the dust and managed to get safe back onto the base, but he won’t be taking quite so big a lead from now on.

Travis: Here’s the first pitch… ball one. Second pitch… ball two. Piper’s pacing around the mound a little bit, now she’s winding up… it’s a strike, no swing. Holmes disagrees with the call, but he doesn’t argue. Oof, the next pitch is a foul ball into the left field stands. Mayor Hancock shouts and points in the direction of the outfield. Two strikes, two balls… and the next pitch is ball three!

Voice: This is it, either Piper strikes out the General on this pitch and gives her team another chance, or he makes it to a base and Team Blue wins. The whole field is silent, the crowd on the edge of their seats…

(deathclaw scream)

Oh, hell.

(scramble)

(static)

(click)

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

Wed 7:30 🕢 am pt 26 April 2023

I currently have no beef 🥩 with Travis McCoy. It’s not the part that I have beef 🥩 about. It’s the part Incubus sang. But it don’t matter anymore. 7:33 pmpt

8:58 am pt when I met Scott the first time, I scowled at him to discourage any s*xual relationship btwn us Bcz I was VERY attracted to him physically but we both had boyfriend/girlfriend. Jessica was very sweet and a little shy ☺️ a little quiet. An architect major at the time. 9 am pt she called him sunny 🌞. 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧🎸 I said are you gonna be my girl? 1 2 3 take my hand 🤚 and come with me Bcz you look so fine I really wanna make you mine 4 5 6 come on and gets your kicks 🦵 [...] big black boots 👢 long brown hair she’s so sweet with her get back stare 🎶🎼🎵🎤 9:03 am pt

6:02 pmpt right butt cheek flared 🔥😞😖😭. Smelled 👃 acetone in the bathroom 🚽. Smelled 👃 like nail polish remover 💅🏼 6:04 pmpt. We don’t wear nail polish 💅🏼 currently.

6:05’pmpt might be retailiation for my blog. I mentioned nail polish 💅🏼 recently. 6:06 pmpt

6:07 pmpt around 2 pm pt I tried to take pictures using Instagram, Facebook, & tumblr of when I was around 4 years old. It wouldn’t post after I selected to “use photo”. 6:09 pmpt incubus doesn’t want me posting it I guess. I wonder 💭 why .

8:08 pmpt I don’t believe in the incubus anymore. I 💭 think he’s twisted. Making child rape happen. He knows how to make people weird and make them forget right from wrong. 8:10 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ why. He likes torture? Of children 👶? And he likes rape? I remember b4 my birthday 🎂 in 2000 probably, after school 🏫 probably, I was laying on the couch 🛋 (right jaw bone 🦴 pain 😖😭😰😱 feels like he might snap off the corner of it! 😭 he also attacked my vag multiple times probably last 48 hours with acid again!) mtv was on, the lady who said she had boxes 📦 of old vintage toys 🧸 for toy fairs was my neighbor, Carson Daly was on and they were was Avery young woman 👩🏼 naked? on tv 📺 with only whipped cream covering her vag. And a man also was ther and they rubbed their private parts together. Carson said someone’s dad is going to be very upset. 8:15 pmpt I got h*rny. I wonder if the incubus was around. I wasn’t even 15 years old yet. 8:15 pmpt

8:23 pmpt it was probably that same school 🏫 year that I found the ring 💍 (cramps 😖😭😫) in the girls bathroom 🚽 and strangely 💭 thought it was for me. 8:24 pmpt. 8:25 pmpt I didn’t wear it for years. I wore it recently though in the last 3 years. 8:26 pmpt

8:28 pmpt a pipe was changed a few days ago. Unfortunately the people who changed it seem to intentionally put a lot of dirt in the pipe. I have very sensitive skin so I reacted to it. Right shin pain. I’m guessing they are Cano’s friends. I am guessing that some of Cano’s friends are staying in the hotel 🏨 and are mocking me Bcz they know all the tiny secret architecture stuff of the hotel 🏨 and are using it to poison ☠️ me through the air and maybe 🤔 the water 💦. 8:31 pmpt

11:10 pmpt incubus (left heel pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) god planned dugard’s stolen life. A very ugly awful reality to live. He faked her out every day. She could have been saved quickly but she wasn’t. She was naked sitting 🪑 on a bucket 🪣 in a shed with fuzzy/fluffy handcuffs (porn stuff) 11:14 pmpt it would have been obvious with his history what he planned to do. But cops 👮‍♂️ followed what demon angels told them to do. It was very obvious that what they were told to do was wrong. Yet they did it. Cops 👮‍♂️ of all people, you would think 💭 it was obvious to them. Which means they intentionally let bad things happen Bcz they have no motivation to do the right thing. 11:18 pmpt what decency? Their god is heinous, but they have all sorts of reasons. Now I’m wondering 💭 what is true???? Are all people bad? Are all people good? How did we survive b4 god? My brain 🧠 is getting attacked by acid again now it’s significantly attacked. I’m very scared 😱 when will be the last attack? 11:21 pmpt how do you prove you’re good? Greeks say friendship is a slow ripening fruit. Why Scott is expecting me to trust him and automatically trust any feelings (acid throat pain 11:23 pmpt) how many ways did he intend to use “fell for”? Love 💗? Tricked? (Left hip bone 🦴 pain 11:25 pmpt. He very early on drew my name looking like I was going to get fat and fall with 6 backward 7s. I think 💭 he planned to not elaborate/explain much, withheld information ℹ️, and pretending that he was thinking 💭 one way publicly, but it is obvious to me after the fact when I reviewed things that happened that he is portraying himself the opposite of what he really is. 11:28 pmpt pretending to accidentally get cat 🐈 hair on the condom. But when I told the doctor 👩‍⚕️ the doctor 👩‍⚕️ saw through it and thought 💭 it was intentional. 😤😤🥵😤🥵😖😭 chest heart ♥️ pain 11:30 🕦 pmpt 11:31 pmpt

11:32 pmpt he said the Bible was “interesting.”

12:21 am pt incubus probably helped the man 👨 who s*xually assaulted and murdered Jon benet Ramsey. Maybe he was actually there in person. 12:22 am pt

incubus hurt my spine I felt something stab inside and push in. Right jaw pain left shin pain. In 2021? Someone broke into our apartment and spoiled our food. How do I know? It was a coconut 🥥 (acid throat pain 12:25 am pt. The shell was hard when we bought it. When we came back the shell was only soft on the bottom as if someone stayed a while to soak it until it turned to mushy soft shell. 12:26 am pt every apartment I lived in from 2020 to 2022 had weird realtor lock 🔒 boxes 📦 on the stairs. 12:28 am pt. I thought 💭 someone was trying to toy 🧸 with me. 12:28 am pt some of our things spontaneously got broken. 12:29 am pt. Food was also stolen in 2020/2021. Neighbors behaved strangely and had very minimal furniture 🪑, uncluttered apartments. 12:31 am pt end of 2020 I think 💭 they moved out. 12:31 am pt. Those lockboxes are weird. Left hip bone 🦴 pain left shin pain. Why would incubus toy 🧸 with me all my life to fake me out in the end? I was miserable 😖 😭the way I was. I wanted to be genuine authentic and happy with friends. Why would he do something so cruel? Why is there child rape? Bcz he is cruel. Simple. 12:34 am pt

12:40 am pt I guess garrido might have been 100% zombie 🧟‍♂️. Bcz he seemed to have a multiple personality disorder. Switching btwn sobbing 😭 saying sorry (so that god incubus looks better to people) and then 180 degrees change in mood and all of them did had lapses in memory on specific events. And Bcz the cops 👮‍♂️ let it continue that’s confirmation that it was all coordinated by incubus god and they all agree to do it. 12:45 am pt rough acid pain brain 🧠. If that isn’t proof enough that he’s the devil and you should not do what he says if you’re a cop 👮‍♂️ or a doctor 👩‍⚕️? Then I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what else to say. 12:47 am pt but I guess Bcz they keep doing it, then they’re resigned to the design of this is how life ends. You do what the devil says then it means you should know you’re at the end of your life. It’s not only the person you do wrong but it’s also yours. We are all designed to take out each other then. I was going to write ✍️ something but I forgot... if you have very good abilities to think 💭 I guess. There are things you knew that a lot of people don’t know Bcz of mind control, then you’re very guilty. Like probably Scott -> scottservo. 12:52 am pt. A lot of people only know a little Bcz they’re usually very distracted that they don’t connect the dots and they don’t realize a lot. 12:53 am pt I tried to explain the way I saw 👀 and dealt with things. 12:54 am pt

12:55 am pt is this way of life neverending? You will know when I don’t have something/a part of my body anymore. I don’t want to live broken anymore. 12:57 am pt. I am the secret symbol for whether child rape ends or not Bcz I am sacrificial lamb 🐑/cow. Jon benet Ramsey. Japanese r = L sound. Left hip bone 🦴 pain acid throat pain 12:59 am pt. They groomed me to possibly be raped when I was 4 years old. If you believe in the test. Otherwise we have a cruel twisted god. 1:01 am pt. Why let someone be born to torture them? Heinous. 1:02 am pt

[scatcrccio]

NATALIE TURNS HER FULL ATTENTION TOWARDS JACKIE THEN when she speaks, her expression once again stern and almost defensive in the sense of what she's about to say next. But it takes her a moment, allowing the ghost to finish. At the very least, she owed Jackie that much. But when she was done, all bets were off the table and Natalie's anger was fuming. Not only did she not care about whatever beef was there about Jackie and Shauna's overall conundrum, but she sure as shit didn't care about all of the things that went along with the girl's overall story because in truth, it was far beneath her at this point as far as things that really mattered.

❝ Eating you was a fucking necessity. ❞ She exclaims, with words laced in filth and spat out like spit on the floor. ❝ I don't regret eating you. I enjoyed it… ❞ no, she didn’t, ❝ you had your final purpose in life and what you did before then… fucking Travis, that's not the same. You can't compare fucking him and us literally eating you within a similar context, Jackie. Because they're vastly different. ❞ She also doesn't like how tears begin to suddenly pull within her eyes once more, or even when they begin to fall, each one felt against her cheek in such a way and yet, she can't even bring herself to wipe them away because it'd be an admittance of acknowledging them.

So, was that what this was? Her way of making sense in regard to eating someone upon an initial basis and trying to justify its overall reasoning? Maybe, in some fucked up way, it was. ❝ You were pissed about Shauna fucking your boyfriend so much that you had to go and fuck someone else's, is that it? Did that make you feel better? No…? Oh, ❞ she nearly laughs, ❝ so fucking good to know. Thank you, that just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Because at least you didn't die a fucking virgin. ❞

She nearly slams the glass in hand back down upon the kitchen counter in anger, but doesn't if only because she doesn't want to actually break the glass. But it's with enough force that she walks away, hands pooling through her hair as she releases a heavy sigh of breath while taking an initiative to pace. ❝ Fuck you, Jackie. Fuck you and everything that you fucking stand for. Because I can't take this shit anymore. ❞ Hands crawl over her face, curling into it as if with a gentle scratch down its frame before she finally turns and looks towards the ghost again.

❝ I don't care about your gay awakening, alright—? Seriously, I don't fucking care. I don't even care that you fucked Travis when you did. I just want to be OKAY! And I can't. I want to pretend like everyone else. I want to believe that all of this shit doesn't matter anymore, but it always will. ❞

"No one deserved any of what happened out there, if you ask me," Jackie shrugged. From the first moments after the crash -- leaving Van, discovering the coaches -- to the days after, through every waking moment of that miserable experience. Laura Lee didn't deserve to die, nor did Jackie. Lottie didn't deserve to be made a prophet just because she was off her meds. Van and the wolves. Coach Ben, trapped with all those girls. Travis, running through the woods, high off his ass. Even Shauna...

Well, she couldn't shake the sense that Shauna had consequences for a very stupid, cruel choice she made. But Jackie knew she didn't deserve to suffer in the wilderness like that.

And whether surviving, being forced to (or choosing to) survive, through unimaginable squalor, starvation, and cruelty was ultimately seen as a 'good thing' or not... Her teammates didn't deserve to have that burden on their shoulders.

Jackie didn't exactly count herself lucky for going out early, but it helped the others survive, didn't it? She couldn't decide if she was glad not to have gone to waste, or if she was horrified how quickly they fell to the temptation.

"At least it's your life. I mean, look at me -- my prefrontal cortex wasn't even developed by the time I died and all that exists of me is memories and the stories you people tell yourselves about what a fucking princess I was," she said, watching Natalie drink more to soothe herself. "You saw how fast everything fell to shit out there. My own best friend had a whole life I didn't know about. And I never got to figure out my shit, and I think..."

Jackie groaned. Maybe, mercifully, Natalie might be too drunk to remember much of this later. Especially if she thought this was a hallucination, which it still might be. Thankfully as she drank more, Jackie wasn't getting all blurry and hard to imagine -- the guilt reception was nice and clear.

"Eating me was fucked up and you all still powered through that one," she fired back coolly. "I was so hung up on this stupid idea of not 'dying a virgin' and I was really strung out about the whole Shauna fucking Jeff thing..." The girl groaned, as if she shouldn't believe she was about to admit this to Nat Scatorccio, as if it would make anything better.

"I don't even think I liked sleeping with a guy that much. Yeah, I didn't die a virgin or anything but it didn't exactly rock my world. If I'd just had a little longer... I don't know. I didn't really get to figure myself out."

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Port in a Storm

[Campaign Skyjacks, Gable/Travis, 2k words, G]

There was a light on in the captain's quarters when Travis slipped past the night watch and approached. He tried pushing it open with no real hope of success and sure enough found it locked; doubtless Gable kept it locked to avoid anyone barging in and seeing the captain staring dead-eyed at the wall in the middle of the night, but Travis couldn't help but feel like they also did it to keep him out. They took such glee in keeping him from getting his way.

The joke was on them, though; Travis wasn't one to let a little inconvenience stand in the way of inflicting himself on someone else. Especially when it could so easily be passed off onto someone else. To this end, he simply sat down, fluffy white tail wrapped primly around his paws, and started clawing insistently at the door.

In a game of irritating chicken, Travis was confident in his ability to win out over Gable every time. Sure enough, he only had to break out the tactic of pausing just long enough for them to think he'd given up and then redoubling his efforts once before he heard a sigh followed by heavy footfalls inside the room and the door eased open, revealing Gable's best unamused face.

"What do you want, Travis?" they asked, resigned. "It's late."

(read on ao3)

"Booty call," he said flippantly, as he slipped in through the cracked door and past their ankles to jump up on the bed, ignoring their huff. There was a book laying open on the small nightstand beneath the hanging lantern, and Travis leaned over to inspect it out of principle.

Gable shooed him away before he could make out more than a spare word or two, reclaiming their place on the bed. They picked up the book again and resumed reading, apparently content to ignore Travis entirely. Well. They'd see about that.

"Speaking of booty calls," he said, pleased at the dirty look Gable shot them over their book, "How did your time with Helga go?"

Gable went very still, their hands flexing around the book. Interesting. Pretending not to notice, Travis settled himself comfortably along their thigh, resting his head in their lap and sighing contentedly. The captain's bed was really just so much nicer than the crew hammocks.

"Hildred," Gable finally said in a low, tightly controlled voice. "Her name was Hildred."

"That's what I said," Travis sniffed. "Helga."

"Travis," Gable growled.

Travis rolled his head sideways and looked up at them with one eye. Their new short hair was ruffled, framing their face like a halo cast in shadow by the flickering light of the lantern. It was a fun sort of irony and he kept looking, basking in their glower.

"Well, are you going to tell me?" he asked when they didn't continue.

Gable maintained their glare for another few seconds to really hammer home their displeasure before finally they sighed and broke eye contact. "Shut up, Travis," they said wearily, dropping one large hand from the book to his head to shove him away.

Travis allowed himself to be pushed, then pushed back, pressing his head into their palm. Gable made a sound in the back of their throat somewhere between annoyed and amused and relented, lightly running their hand down his furry back.

Travis gave a satisfied hum, his eyes sliding closed. He was terribly comfortable, squeezed between Gable's warm bulk and the hull of the ship, fur prickling with pleasure under the weight of their hand and attention. "It's alright if you don't tell me now," he said, his words starting to run together. "I'll find out eventually. We have forever, after all."

Gable's hand paused its strokes and Travis flicked an ear in protest. After a second they huffed and started scratching with dull fingernails around its base, right in his favorite spot. Travis sighed in pleasure and tilted his head to give them better access.

"You said something like that after your fight with Tiberius," Gable said softly. "Forever, huh? You wanna talk about it?"

Well. He most certainly did not, and he also rather wished he'd done a better job of keeping a lid on things that night. Though in his defense, he had just been through a rather traumatic experience. Not to mention all the blood he'd been losing. He had less of an excuse now but, well, he was just so comfortable, things… slipped out.

"Travis?" Gable asked when he didn't reply, lightly shaking the fur at his ruff. They sounded amused, damn them. This sort of teasing was supposed to go the other way, and Travis didn't care for a flip in the dynamic.

He let out a loud, theatrical snore. Gable laughed, a single short, surprised "Ha!" and tugged lightly on one of his ears. "Fine," they said, struggling to maintain a facade of irritation. "I'll find out eventually."

Travis snored again.

After a moment, Gable gave a soft, "Alright," and took their hand away. There was some quiet rustling for a few moments, and then Travis could sense the cabin going dark. Gable shifted, jostling Travis as they laid down on the bed. Travis squirmed around until he found a comfortable position with his back pressed against their side, his muzzle resting on their bicep as they curled their arm loosely around him.

"Good night, Travis," Gable said, warm and close.

Travis would respond, but he wasn't sure what would come out of his mouth if he opened it right then. Instead he pressed himself more firmly into the space between their arm and their body. He felt a nigh-inaudible laugh as a vibration in their side and smiled to himself, relaxing into a puddle of warm coyote as he let himself slide slowly into sleep for real. He figured they'd got the message.

--

Being back on the ship meant being back to potato duty, and this time Jonnit had been given strict instructions not to help. Travis was of the mind that if the boy was gullible enough to be talked into doing math for him he deserved it, but of course Spit didn't care about what Travis thought was fair. So it was up to him to count the potatoes.

Heavy footfalls signaled Gable's arrival. Travis glanced back to see them leaning against the doorframe to the storeroom out of the corner of his eye, but didn't turn around.

"If you want a potato, you'll have to wait," he said airily, picking one up and weighing it in his hand. "If Spit sees any unauthorized potatoes around he'll complain at me for hours."

"I don't want a potato," Gable said, pushing off of the doorframe and ambling over to lean on some crates beside him instead. They sounded amused, but with that edge of exasperation they so often had while talking to him.

"Well I haven't counted anything else, so I guess if you just snuck something while my back was turned no one would notice. Not that I would ever encourage such behavior. I'm a very responsible quartermaster, after all." Travis put the potato back in the crate and turned to face Gable, brushing his hands together. 

Gable snorted. "I'm not here for food, Travis," they said. "Not that you should be offering me any," they added with a stern look. Travis smiled innocently back in response and they shook their head. Travis couldn't help but notice the way their short hair moved in new and interesting ways around their face as they did. "I wanted to... talk. To you."

"I don't know, I'm just so busy with these potatoes," Travis drawled with a broad grin, leaning back against the crate and making no move to return to counting.

Gable gave him a look and his grin widened. Then they shifted back against their crate and broke eye contact, casting their eyes upwards towards the ceiling. They crossed their arms, the fingers on one hand tapping restlessly against their bicep. Travis mirrored their pose but kept looking at them, eyebrows raised curiously.

"After your fight with Tiberius, when you were… injured," they finally began, and Travis tensed, eyes flicking over to the exit and back automatically. Leave it to Gable not to leave well enough alone. "You said a lot of things, most of them… strange. But you also said… that not being able to die wasn't so bad, because you would have me." Gable looked back at him, their piercing gaze pinning him to the crate he leaned on. "Or something like that."

Travis swallowed, breaking eye contact to carefully study his fingernails instead. "Well, you know, I was delirious," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I was losing a lot of blood, after all. You can't take anything I said too seriously."

Gable hummed in acknowledgement, but Travis could still feel their eyes boring into him even without looking. "And then last night, you said we had forever. Are you planning on sticking with me that long, Travis?"

Travis looked over at the door again, trying very hard not to make it look like he was planning an escape. The animal in him wanted to run, very badly, but he felt pinned in place, unable to break away with Gable looking at him like that.

He swallowed again. "Well," he said, drawing out the word. "I think you can forgive me a little hyperbole but, ah… I mean, we have a good thing going here, don't you think?"

"Travis," Gable said, their voice a low, serious rumble. "You don't know anything about me."

Travis scoffed, finally making eye contact just to give them a disparaging look. "Please," he said. "You're not that mysterious."

Gable straightened up. Now besides looking troubled they looked annoyed. Travis felt a little closer to being back on familiar footing; there was clearly something going on here he didn't know about, but Gable being annoyed with him for not taking something seriously enough? That he was intimately familiar with. "You don't even know why I'm here," they said, slowly pacing over until they were in Travis's space, looming over him.

Travis rolled his eyes, and Gable took his chin in one large hand and forced him to look them in the eye. "What if I did something terrible?" they asked in a low, heavy whisper.

Travis looked up at them, at those eyes like lightning, and laughed. "Gable," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Who cares?"

Gable's eyes darted across his face, searching for any signs of artifice. Travis let them look, for once with nothing to hide. Who cared what crime Gable committed that had them stripped of their wings and cast down to the earth? What mattered to Travis was that they were here, and would remain so. He wasn't alone. Wouldn't be alone.

Gable must have seen something of what he was thinking, because some of the tension in their shoulders relaxed and they let out a laugh that was mostly just an exhale. "You really are just awful, aren't you?" they said, with more genuine fondness than Travis was used to hearing from them.

Travis grinned at them. "I'm just so understanding, is all. A paragon of virtue, really."

Gable tightened their grip on his chin, a smile threatening to mar their dour expression. "Shut up," they said, and leaned in to kiss him.

Travis maintained enough dignity not to throw his arms around Gable's neck and climb them like a tree, but he did lean ever so slightly into their hand as they shifted from holding him in place to cupping his jaw. "So?" he asked as Gable drew back just a little, staying firmly in his space.

"So what?" they asked, raising their eyebrows.

"Are you going to tell me what you did, or not?" Travis asked, mirroring them.

Gable laughed, the sound surprised out of them. They looked down at him with nigh-unprecedented warmth, thumb sweeping across his jaw. "You'll find out eventually," they teased. "We have plenty of time."

"Forever," Travis said with less irony than he'd really intended, finally reaching out to touch, laying his hands on Gable's broad chest.

Gable smiled. "Forever," they agreed, and kissed him again.

[syrianna-blackstone]

Zanvis head cannon #1

I like to think that these two had the weirdest start to their friendship.

It started when Zane had to get something from Garroth and Travis was having a bad day. He was pissed since everyone kept being loud, where bugging him, and were questioning his clothing choice too much. He was wearing a oversized fuzzy hoodie and sweatpants that had the white stripes down the side. His hair was messier than usual, and he had eye bags. When Travis opens the door he expected Zane to question him but Zane didn’t bat an eye and just asked if Garroth was home before he came inside. Travis was confused. Zane just went straight to Garroths room, grabbed something while Garroth protested, then went and stood right in front of Travis, who still hasn’t moved from the door. The two just kind of stared at each other, Zane slightly taller than Travis. Garroth, Dante, and Laurence where looking at the two in confusion now. Finally Travis spoke up.

“ Um...Do you need something or...?”

“ Put your shoes on. Your going to the cafe with me.” The other three watched yelled out in shock as Zane left the house, Travis standing there with his mouth open before leaving the house with him as well. The two walked in silence before Zane started speaking again.

“ So what happened to you? You look dead?”

“ What? Oh I um...I didn’t get much sleep.” The two where silent again before Zane answered Travis’s unanswered question.

“ Aphmau wanted me to bring you to the cafe since I was already going to your house. I don’t know why she wanted me to though.” Travis nodded in understanding and the two entered the cafe, only to be pulled into a hug my Aphmau. To Zane’s surprise, Travis quickly and gently pushed her off with a sorry look, but Aphmau just smiled and squeezed Zane for a second before letting go. Zane looked at him in confusion and Travis let out a nervous laugh.

“ I’m not THAT big of a fan of hugs...” That shocked Zane. He didn’t expect that. He had always seemed like a touchy person. Then again, he could agree that hugs where very annoying. Travis and Aphmau went to grab a seat and Zane started leaving. He did not want to be in on whatever those two where talking about. If it was anything like high school, it was going to be weird and make absolutely no sense.

To his surprise, and Travis’s, Aphmau dragged them both to a table and sat them down before dismissing herself to go get their orders. The two just stared at each other awkwardly for a bit before Travis spoke up.

“ You know I would just go on my phone but I sort of left it at home... so...this is really awkward.” Zane rolled his eyes and gave him a ‘no duh’ look. The two really didn’t have anything to talk about. They where barley even friends. Although, Travis was still a bit confused on what was going on.

“So...what’d you get from Garroth?”

“ None of your business.”

“...Do you know why Aphmau-”

“ No.” It was silent again before Zane spoke up, quietly, as he intended for Travis not to hear. Travis, being born with practically supernatural hearing, heard him anyway.

“ I still can’t believe how clean his room was...”

“ Oh that’s before I made him clean it. Honestly, I don’t know how someone keeps it that messy.” Zane raised an eyebrow.

“ YOU got Garroth to clean him room?”

“ And Laurence. And Dante. And for them to clean after themselves. I swear they are so messy. I also banned them from making food. The only time they’ve cooked for me is when I first got here. It tasted like burnt coal, and the kitten smelled smoky. I now make the food. They really need to learn how to take care of themselves.”

“ You do, all of that? How?”

“ I dunno. I just glare and they listen. Add a bit of magic for intimidation and boom.”

“Smart.”

Just then Aphmau decided to come back with their orders. She placed a Expresso infront of Zane and a Mocha in front of Travis. Travis looked at her weird.

��� I thought it was pretty clear that I don’t like coffee?”

“ I know, it’s just you look like you haven’t slept in years. I got like the sweetest thing and asked for extra sugar so you won’t taste the bitterness, trust me.” Travis just sighed and slowly took a sip. It wasn’t bad, a bit too sweet, but he was fine with it.

“ Well anyway, you know how Vlyad’s birthday is coming up?” The two nodded.

“ Well I need your help planning and setting up a surprise party.” Travis got confused.

“Wait why am I here then?”

“ Uh, cause we all three where not alone buddy’s? Plus, you are really good at keeping secrets. Both of you are!”

“ And i’m here instead of Garroth because? Other than the secret part. We all know that idiot can’t keep his mouth shut even if his life depended on it.”

“Cause, don’t tell Garroth I said this, but you kind of know him better. And your a better planner.” The two just looked at each other and then Aphmau again, having a silent agreement to not question anything, just to make life easier.

They ended up planning for three hours before calling it a day. The sun was already going down and they needed to get home. Aphmau had already made Travis and Zane exchange numbers so they could talk and created a group chat so all three of them could chat before leaving with a smile on her face. The two went their separate ways, having mixed feelings on what had just happened. Zane didn’t think it was too bad. Not that big of a deal anyway.

He didn’t expect them to start texting everyday because Travis couldn’t stop sending him memes at 3 in the morning due to his, probably self induced, Insomnia.

[mohs-aphmau-hcs]

What are your appearance headcanons for the main boys?

- cw SH mention, bodytype mentions -

Travis - very squshy face, shortest of the boys, swimmer body type? I headcanon that he looks a lot bigger in his demon form, also that his demon form is very very fuzzy/furry! When his eyes are purple they kind of work like cat eyes, I like to think he has longish, about bellow the jaw length hair(which I think might be canon??)

Garroth- very strong body type/build, slightly chubby!!, very curly/wavy hair, dimples, tallest of the boys, post waf his tail is /very/ fluffy it is 90% fur, around his mid 30s the tips of his ears start to turn white

Laurance- stereotypical pretty boy of the group TM, vvvvv long hair down to his back, he still keeps a hidden piece of his hair in the back dyed to match cadenza, already said this before but meif'wa laurance, freckles on his back and shoulders especially in the summer

Aaron- also v strong but less of a body builder build like garroths, has an eyebrow slit that's actually a scar, had sharper nails and teeth before being able to transform, self harm scars from scratching himself in highschool and college, has a thinking face TM, also vv fluffy but mostly fluffy ears

Dante- taller then travis thats it, very messy hair, werewolf, never knows how to take care of his fur so his ears are a bit matted, canines are slightly dull, dimples

Zane- slightly bigger hc but I like to think his scarred eye isn't that bad because of the snowball garroth threw, I think it was originally a minor injury that had a healing forever potion tested on it that failed making him blind. Very tall but not as tall as garroth, v chubby, hipdips, freckles everywhere, more of an aesthetic hc but I hc him to be into scene as well as emo styles,he has self harm scars from highschool

Bonus- vylad

Runner bodytype because of how much he travels, dimples, tight curls, reddish brown hair, scars from falls and scrapes, missing a tooth, kind of short

Side note- I headcanon all of the forever potion group to have various scars from failed potions