#the only difference is I know exactly how to play it with my uncle cause he's very ego driven

[imwritesometimes]

my uncle is the kinda ~leftist~ guy who will say shit like 'DEI is essential to ensuring women are properly recognized and compensated' and 'I'm pro-choice and donate to planned parenthood' and then 30 minutes later will say the most vile, misogynistic shit about his own mother & sister with the ease of someone ordering off the dollar menu at mcdonalds

[winniethewife]

In Spite of All The Danger

(Luke Skywalker x M!Reader)

A/n: A ficlet for Star wars month, and in preparation for Pride month! Unbeta'd so if you see errors, no you didn't. Thanks to @ierofrnkk for this idea months ago.

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The destruction of the Death star was the single greatest accomplishment of the Rebel alliance to date, or at least that’s what everyone was telling Luke for days after. He felt like he had walked around in a daze for a while after that. He had made many friends in such a short time, but one face stood out in particular. A pilot that he had flown with on that mission. He was one of the few people who didn’t treat him differently afterwards, someone who was just as nice to him the first time they met every day after that. He was funny and sweet and kind and the way he smiled… Luke would catch himself daydreaming about him every so often. The war didn’t exactly leave a lot of time to just hang out and get to know people. But every chance he could Luke would sneak away to find his new friend and talk. But what he didn’t expect was how quick he would fall for him.

“So that’s how I learned how to Play Sabacc!” He said with a grin as he finished his story. Luke looked up having missed the last few moments staring into his eyes, he laughed to try to cover up the slip in focus.

“That’s hilarious! I can’t imagine what your mother thought when she found out.” Luke grinned taking a bite of his food. They had decided to hang out over lunch one day between drills. His friend gave him a look and shook his head.

“She wasn’t thrilled but she eventually forgave me.” He chuckled. “Enough about me though, what about you? I’m sure you’ve got a few stories of your own.”

“Nah, not really, my life has been pretty boring until now.” Luke said with a sigh. He stabbed at his food with his fork as he thought about Tatooine and the moisture farm. How much he had longed for adventure and thrills taking the steady and stable life that his Uncle and Aunt had tried so hard to give him. The life that they ultimately died for. He shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind as he looked up at his fellow pilot. His eyes were gazing directly at Luke, a small smile on his lips, until the millisecond that he realized Luke was looking back at him. His eyebrows raised and his eyes quickly flickered over to something else, anything else, just so he wasn’t caught. Luke felt his face flush. This was nice.

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Later they were patrolling the forest of Yavin. The two of them trekking through the rainforest checking for imperial drones or other hostile creatures that might cause problems for their outposts. Luke was almost used to the unfamiliar terrain at this point, all though he had spent his whole life surrounded by nothing but endless sand dunes he had taken to the forest quite naturally. His companion however had a harder time traversing through the large tree roots and wild flora. He was stuck trying to pull his boot out from between two large twisted tree roots, muttering curses under his breath. He managed to pull himself out but not before he stumbled backwards nearly falling over, luckily Luke was there to catch him.

“Easy there.” He said as he grabbed the other man underneath his shoulders looking down at him with a smile.

“Oh no, he’s so very pretty. Kriff.”  Was the only thought running through his head as he looked up at the blonde haired blue eyes man who had just caught him like it was nothing. He felt a burn in his cheeks as he muttered a thanks and pulled himself to his feet. He instantly mourned the loss of Luke’s touch, a feeling he was unfamiliar with. They then proceed to follow the path that lay before them, and get unbelievably lost.

“Didn’t we already pass this Tree?” He asked as they pass a familiar patch of greenery. Luke sighs deeply and turns to look at him.

“I donno, this whole forest looks the exact same to me!” Luck said throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. They were good and lost. He put his hand on Luke’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

“Look Luke, I love you and all but-”

“You what?” Luke interrupted, eyes wide in shock. Oh no. That was his out loud voice.

“I…Should probably have picked a better time to tell you… but yeah, I’ve kinda fallen for you and that’s not great seeing as we’re currently at war and all that.” He stumbled over his words, his eyes drifting downward as he prepared for the inevitable let down. He was however very surprised when instead he felt a gentle touch of Luke’s finger pulling his chin up. His gaze meeting with those gorgeous sky blue eyes again, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I would argue now is the best time to fall in love, since we have no idea if we’ll even be here tomorrow to appreciate it.” Luke muttered softly as he slowly closed the distance between them and pressing their lips together. Luke was right. Why wait for the Empire to blow them all up without experiencing all life had to offer? He kisses him back his hand finding the back of his neck tangling his fingers in the other man’s blonde locks. When they finally pulled away from each other Luke smiles so brightly.

“Thank the maker we got lost, or else we never would have had this talk.”

“That wasn’t much of a talk...We should talk like that more often.”

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[burninface]

Hi Face, my video game loving friend!

Do you have any thoughts about the Gallaghers and Milkoviches playing Mario Kart? What do you think their go to characters would be?

Hi Sarah!! Thanks for the ask and omg I finally answered your ask! Sorry for the super delay…>< here I am!!

And yes I always have lots of thoughts about their gaming characters! But I only played mario kart on wii back when I was still in primary school and had played mario kart 8 on my bestie’s switch once or twice, and I don’t know the most of game terms in English, so I watched some videos and checked up wiki for reference. Hope I didn’t get anything wrong😵!

Ok so first, I tend to think that the first mario kart game for milkoviches will be Mario Kart: Super Circuit, cause teen Jaime or Colin would steal a GBA for fun (which was soon pawned by Terry, the younger siblings only got to watch them play). But for the Gallaghers it is more likely to be Mario Kart Wii, when Lip and Ian became teenagers and they got one from some dead people’s house. And of course they’ll play mario kart 8 for family entertainment after season11 hehe

And for their go to characters and in game personalities, here’s my thoughts:

Fiona: I don’t think she was very interested in video games nor she had time to play? But she’d join her siblings occasionally. She usually just picked a random character and played it as a driving game, using items once she got them and just vaguely knew what can they do.

Lip: He is definitely the kind of player who plays to win. And he’s also the only one who will change vehicles depends on the maps and pay attention to the stats of characters and vehicles. He knows a lot of game tricks and shortcuts, and will change his strategy to better counter his siblings (and later mickey, but at the time he would be too busy to deal with parenting and had no time to study the game like he used to do). His favorite character would be Donkey Kong, because he’s kinda meta in both mkw and mk8 (ok, I’m actually not very sure about this). And later for mk8 he liked Waluigi too, for the same reason. And sure, he prefers bikes than karts (his favorite bike is Flame Runner).

Debbie: She didn’t play video games much but different from Fiona, Debs has a gift in gaming. She figured out the best combo of characters and vehicles naturally, and found the playing tricks without playing much. She even won Lip sometimes, but her permanent enemy number one is Carl. Her game skills were better than him, but not her luck on items, especially when she was countering Carl. They keep recording the score between them from mkw to mk8 (it’s really close). Debbie’s favorite characters are Peach and Toadette, after Franny was born, she started to like Baby Daisy too, ‘cause she looks exactly like her baby girl.

Franny: Her favorite character is Dry Bones (She thinks they are cute), Yoshi (just like her uncle) and Inkling Girl (she plays Splatoon too!). And after watching The Super Mario Bros. Movie, she thought Peach is really cool too. Her uncle Mickey suggested she choose Tanooki Mario (raccoon suit Mario) to chase her uncle Ian once, they giggled together the whole game.

Carl: When Carl was younger, he thought Mario Kart was a game about speeding and crashing, so his to go character was Bowser. He liked to crash his siblings’ karts but soon found that he couldn’t touch them if he always fell behind. So, in order to crash more karts, he began to study how to drive faster. Then he found many shortcuts to facilitate him to chase up, and also found the fun of using items to attack others. And his favorite character became Wario and King Boo. Dry Bowser was cool to him, too. Carl’s a lucky player who always got nice items, but his game skill was not that good (he is more like a fps/fighting game player to me). And yes he seems Debbie as his biggest enemy in Mario Kart as well. Carl was also the best Gallagher in the ballon battle mode.

Liam: Liam is the one who always deliberately falls behind at first to get better items and prevent clashes, but suddenly boosts up at the last round and becomes one of the top 3. Just when you see the finish line and think you are winning, Liam will come from behind and silently drive past you. Liam is also the only one who will search for gaming tips as reference (Lip was too proud to do that). He always chooses Toad as character but his favorite one is Shy Guy, sometimes he uses his mii character too. He plays splatoon too!

Ian: idk why but my first impression is Ian will always move his whole body when playing video games, so for mkw, he always keeps tilt controls on while playing games and tilt his upper trunk sharply every time his kart drift. His favorite character is Yoshi, cause the cute dinosaur seems friendly and is easy to play. And later for mk8, he likes to use Villager (‘cause he seems like an Animal Crossing player) and mii with Mickey’s appearance (by pie @gallapiech) too. He knows the common tricks of the game and some of the shortcuts (learned from Lip) by experiences. Somehow Ian was always attacked by others unexpectedly (mainly by Carl and Mickey, sometimes Debbie when they trying to crash the other player, and by everyone when they use items trying to take down another player). His favorite item is Bullet Bill and every time he falls behind, he’ll keep praying for one in low voice (and he’s kinda jealous that Carl always got one). He is also the only one who will slow down a little to safely dodge all the obstacles on the track (that’s how he found that his crush and later his boyfriend and ex and husband looks exactly like a goomba).

It's another story when he plays against with Mickey though. They’ll physically harass each other, and since Mickey will always find him among all the players and use items on him deliberately, Ian has to become more aggressive to fight back. They always got place 11th and 12th in multiplayers game due to it (they still like to compete for the 11th tho, and winning the other one def feels better than be the winner of the game). Not only once Ian said they better play separately but the family love when gallavich play as a duo because that means easy win to them.

Mickey: Mickey’s favorite character would be Wario and Dry Bowser, because duh, he loves being a big bad guy (and Bowser looks a little dumb in his opinion). And later when he found out that Ian isn’t good with raccoon, he liked to use Tanooki Mario too. From all the Gallaghers and Milkoviches, Mickey is the best at using items. He was good at aiming other players, prejudging their movement, as well as calculating when to use boosting items to make the best use of them. He was also good at remembering shortcuts and mastered stealing others’ items (he mastered stealing in Ballon Battle too). But compared to winning the whole game, Mickey was always focusing at winning one people. Just, not letting someone to win is more fun to him.

While playing against Ian, his favorite things to do is waiting for him in front of items and driving sideways to eat all items up when Ian arrives, and bumping into him from time to time (in game and out game). He’ll use all the items on Ian (and he always accidently steps on the banana he set before because he is too focus on his lover). But every time when Lip is in game too, the highest priority will become “not letting Lip win” (and if Ian wins Lip, "that counts my win too ‘cause we are fuckin’ husbands").

Mandy: When Mandy was younger, she’s a Toadette/Daisy player, but later her favorite character had changed to Mario and Luigi (‘cause they are man with big nose?). Mandy’s gaming skills are quite alike to Ian, which makes them a perfect gaming duo. Her favorite item is super star (since all his brothers like to use items on others). She like to use physical harassment while gaming just like all the Milkoviches. Later for mk8, she got her love for Daisy back because she’s comfy to use. She also likes Link (“yeah he’s def the most handsome one”) and Isabelle (she plays Animal Crossing too, but not much as Ian, they often visit each other’s island).

Iggy: Surprisingly, unlike on other things, Iggy really have brain for video games, even Mickey had learned tricks from him. Iggy is the kind of player who can’t explain why he’s this good at the game, but he’s just good. He’s also lucky in game (and he believes the unluckier he was irl the luckier he will be in games), always gets the good items and dodges the attack from others. His to go character must be Waluigi, and he was one of the members who voted Waluigi to appear in the Super Smash Bros. He also loved Rosalina, she’s his first video game crush. But he’s too afraid to let Terry found out he’s using female characters in game so he never played as her back then (and he’s still confused about how’s that ”faggy” if you like a female character so you play as her just to gaib her more screem time). After mk8 came out, his favorite character became to Iggy (“Yo losers, none of you can play as yourself in game except me”).

And a little bonus about Sandy: I think she’s kinda like Debbie, has a gift for Mario Kart but not really interested in this kind of game, and unfortunately, she had never played against with Debbie in games (they didn't have time to). She likes to play fps games better and duos with Mickey sometimes (they play fps irl too lol).

Another bonus: young Milkoviches playing Mario Kart Wii!! (yeah I know mkw was released in 2008. But I just want chibi Milkoviches to play together🥺

Bonus after bonus that kinda digress: while I was writing the answer, Mario Kart Toys were back at McDonald's. I ordered happy meals for the toys and then started to think… Mickey is likely to be one who order happy if the toy in it is really cool to him. But he doesn’t want others to know he orders happy meal (even when he was kid) and he really doesn’t like the milk in it (other things are okay), so he always found another one to order happy meal for him and to steal their coke…

At last… sorry for let you waiting for so long Sarah…! Thanks for the ask again and hope you like the answer<3 I really love to imagine them playing video games🥰

[brucewaynehater101]

Fake Uncle is brilliant! Love it!

Bruce: so the uncle was real?

Tim: yup

Bruce: but he's an evil uncle???

Tim: yup

Bruce: why did you never tell me??

Tim *blinks: it never came up. Duh.

Well, for the Drakes. I was thinking they'd be aliens as well. But even within their culture they were aloof. Like maybe as strategists but not someone with a family circle. They had no clue what to do with a child. But, their king handed them a baby with his final breath. Earth looked safe, so that's where they went.

I'm sure they were baffled by earth human customs. I imagine raising children is different on earth. They were, however, good at negotiations, so they worked their way up the social ladder, hoping to give Tim a better life (not quite princely, but close).

I really like the idea about them searching for artifacts to teach Tim about their home!!! Good idea!! I'll have to use that!

The Drakes tried, but I think they mostly threw money at Tim. New bike? Sure. Want to learn Mandarin? Why not? Want a new nanny cause the last one was rude? Of course, your highness! Immediately!

New nannies happened all the time because timbo was a brat and fired them for petty stuff as a little kid.

Kori would be a fun add-on! Maybe she offers Tim slightly wrong advice culturally.

K: -and do this! It's very important!

T: does it.

Staff: Noooooo! This is WRONG!

T and K: confused.

Tim was trained that he was a prince, but he also was taught that it was very, very unlikely that he would take the throne. (The Drakes died later)

EXACTLY! That's along the lines I was thinking, but I'm not super great at making up funny traditions yet. Lol.

You are CORRECT about Tim "not being able to change rules" and "unstable position". It makes sense for the AU.

Ridiculous subjects are in the plan!

Subject: I have brought you this gift Your Highness. *bows with jar of slime.

Tim*is concerned: it's moving?!

Subject *shocked: Of course, Highness! I would only bring you alive Grummk!

Tim: .....ok....thank you?

Damian would be fascinated and JEALOUS me thinks.

I am so vibing with the Drakes trying their best and being so clueless as well. I'd love to see a scene or two of Janet and Jack just arguing with each other as toddler Tim causes chaos in the background.

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree in the backyard?"

Jack: "Yeah. I saw an article about human kids and trees or something."

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree that the gardener sectioned off for safety?"

Jack: "Yes?"

Janet: ".... I'm sure it'll be fine."

Tim ended up with a broken arm.

I liked the court scene you had! Stuff like that would be hilarious to read ^^

Are there any differences between Tim/the Drakes and humans? It would be funny if it's something small, especially that all humans have (like the ability to taste cinnamon or something). Just traits that Tim is able to get away with by leaning into his "I was neglected by my 'parents' and thus have no clue how to do normal human things like the human I totally am." Any physical traits (like a blue birthmark) could be cool as well.

Tim, if you wanted, could also bond with Kara and Clark about being an alien raised on Earth.

I think Damian could become an advisor for Tim. That would be kind of cute to see. They could also bond about being heirs of empires that they thought they would never actually inherit.

Dick could charm/be a court performer if he wanted to do that. Alfred would definitely get his hands on the kitchen staff to ensure Tim is properly being fed. Barbara would beef up Tim's security.

Cass would probably play pranks on Tim's "army" while Steph gathered blackmail on the planet's high society (and pull pranks on the ones that pissed her off).

I don't know enough about Helena Bertinelli, but maybe she would treat it as a fun vacation to intimidate rich people?

Duke might be interested in learning more about Tim's home world and what it's like to space travel. He would also be the one to accidentally set half the castle on fire.

I don't know if you'd like your AU to have all the Bats, but there's some stuff they could do.

[sirxlla]

Deja Vu

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Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Prompt: Part 2 to Past Misunderstandings, Tyler getting the reader to go around a horses again

Notes: gender of reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

It had been about six months since the rodeo incident and you and Tyler had fell back into that 'Peas in a Pod' attitude. The two of you inseprible again, Layin in the back of his truck in the middle of his dad's damn near ten acres. His feet played with yours, his cowboy boots pushing against yours.

Tyler didnt know exactly what had happened to Moonshine due to the fact he left and the fact you both didnt talk to eachother. He was curious asked about the gunsmoke colored horse and you told him what happened....

Bobcats weren't overly or exceedingly uncommon for the area but they usually stayed away from livestock in this area due to a lot of the farmers killing them or scaring them off with shotguns.

Unfortunately, a few years back one of them ran straight right for your horse, of course your sweet boy got scared and tried to buck you, a foot stayed trapped in the stirrup for a few feet before you came loose.

Regrettably, for you and Moonshine the bobcat kept going right after that horse, that sweet horse you'd had for damn near almost your whole life. There was nothing you could do but leave him because as soon as they had latched onto his backside another came out of nowhere and went for the neck...All you could do was save yourself. Everyday you wished there was something more you could have done.

After you explained what happened to Tyler he rubbed your back with a sad sympathetic expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Tiny. You loved that horse..." He smiles as a memory crosses his mind as he gazes at the clouds.

"You remember when we took him out to that field after we ditched school and we laid in the grass on that blanket all day. It was cloud watching, right?"

You smiled sadly, you know Tyler was just trying to make you feel better. Tyler always had a habit of knowing exactlt what to say to distract you.

"You cant say every cloud looks like a penis!" A laugh left your throat as you repeated what you had said to him, it wasnt just cloud watching...your had head spent that whole day on Tyler's bicep cuddled into him like he was your favorite teddy bear, not too different from how you were now.

The way your eyes light up just made Tyler feel so much better about how you felt right now over Moonshine. His heart swelled at the laugh that left you, music to his ears. He was so glad to have you back.

"Hey, I know you might not be ready for it but...My dad's just came into possesion of a horse who's really skiddish and he can't get her to come near anyone. I know your dad's horse Whiskey was pretty skiddish when y'all got him and you were the only one that got him out of that shell, you and your dad...Uncle's (You both called eachothers dads Uncle cause of the way you both grew up together) tried with this horse and she just wont budge. My dad asked me to ask you if you'd try."

"What's wrong with her?" You looked up at Tyler with a bit of worry as you spoke.

"He said something about her buckin' and stompin'. I think he also said something about her tryna bite." Tyler massaged your scalp as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah...I can. I can try." You told him with a bit of nervousness in your voice. Not only were you scared with how wild this horse seemed but letting a horse in seemed bittersweet after Moonshine. Cantaloupe (your brother's horse) was different cause you'd known that horse all your life but you know Tyler's dad and he wouldn't stop tryna break this horse, if done wrong he'd hurt her or himself bad at least.

A few days passed and Tyler picked you up and got you to his dad's farm. This barn was the same from that night but now the memory was fond because you knew it really had meant something to Tyler. He winked in acknowledgment of the spit you two had done it, which earned a blush from you.

You held Tylers hands with nerves as he guided you down to the horse, every step closer and noise that was made riled the horse up even more. You squeezed his hsnd with nerves, you knew horses like this were dangerous. Tyler's dad slammed something down in pure anger as he left the stable, his eyes fell on you. He had a black eye which you assumed was from the horse.

"TT, if you can get that damn horse to calm down then you can have the damn thing. I've had it up to here with the damn bitch!" Tyler's dad wasnt one to curse a lot but he was clearly pissed as he stomped off.

"You dont have to do this, Tiny." Tyler told you, he was clearly nervous about this after seeing his dad the way he was and hearing the commotion inside the stable.

"If I dont then what happens to her? Huh?" You asked, it was like all nerves had been stripped away and you went into savior mode. This was how you were when you were younger, determined and didnt back down from a challenge.

"Okay." He backed down cause he knew how you were, he grew up with you like this and it was good to see you step back into yourself.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes before opening them on exhale. You slowly slipped into that stable. 'Oh, she way beautiful' you thought, a Leopard pattern to her fur. She looked at you like you were a challenge but as soo as you saw that you bowed you head and bowed infront of her.

"Hey...Hey, Beauty....It's alright...It's okay, Mama. I aint here to hurt you." You spoke softly and stayed in place by the door. Invading her personal space without permission is clearly what Tyler's dad fucked up on.

"I know, Uncle was an asshole. He came ib here acting like he owns the place." You said with a smile, that day you didnt even get close enough to touch her. As much as you loved your uncle, he could be impaitent.

As weeks passed you and her got closer as did you and Tyler. You and Tyler had started sleepin at eachothers places, innocent little kisses and hugs turned into showers together. The two of you didnt have sex or anything, it was just intimate and close. His body pressed to yours as you leaned your head back as he pulled you closer to him with his arm around your torso.

You got closer and closer to this horse, your 'uncle' had given the horse to you. When she was ready for it you had saddled her up and rode around with her.

Tyler had been asking after the beautiful white and black spotted horse so you introduced her to him, made him go slow and respectful and before you knew it she'd cuddle her face onto Tyler's arm to get him to pet her.

Tyler was so damn proud of you, he pulled you close to him and kissed you deeply pushing you against that same interior wall of the barn like he did in highschool but this was more. It was more languid and passionate, your hands found his face as he kissed you.

"We doing this again?" You asked against his lips with a smile and whisper.

"You wanna do this again, Tex?" He asked just to make sure you he wasnt pressuring you.

Your eyes flitted back and forth as they ran through the possiblities, 'Was this a good idea? Should I?'

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[devilsrecreation]

The Secret Life of Neema: Sabotage

The flat rock was taken almost immediately.

Kiburi glanced up at the group of birds clustered together on the Phantom’s supposed spot, rolling his eyes at their obnoxious squawking. So many thoughts plagued his mind: Was this “Phantom of the Grasslands” really who he thought it was? What would Neema be doing here, then? If not, where was he and what was the phantom doing with him? Why were the royals not taking this Phantom seriously if they were so afraid of him? Why would they not listen to such a simple request?

Why?

“Hey Kiburi, over here!”

Tamka’s voice caused Kiburi to look up. The burly crocodile was smiling at him amongst the crowd, waiting patiently for him to walk over. Nduli was right beside him, staring at the stage while Wakali slightly moved around trying to catch a glimpse of her father through the different body masses of the animals. Kiburi made his way over, standing right between Nduli and Wakali, who beamed upon finally seeing him as she moved closer.

“Are you ready for the show, dad?”

Kiburi gave his daughter a lighthearted grin, “You know music isn’t my thing.”

“I thought you liked the last performance.” Nduli butt in.

“I said it wasn’t bad, that doesn’t mean I liked it.”

“Give it a shot, maybe you’ll change your mind after this one.” Tamka grinned, “I heard it’s based on some myth.”

Kiburi noticed his daughter shifting glances at the spot next to her, frowning as if the stranger next to her had taken someone else’s spot.

“I wish Uncle Neema was here,” she said, “He likes myths, right?”

“Yeah, he’s a big myth guy!” Nduli answered, “I just hope he’s okay.”

Kiburi smirked, “Somethin’ tells me he’s not exactly missing out on anything.”

The other three did not have time to reply when they heard someone’s “Shh! The show’s starting!” as the performers made their way onto the stage. Kiburi had already lost track of the plot, his eyes wandering elsewhere. The only thing he did notice was the cast. He swore they were the exact same animals playing major roles, much like in the last one. Mashuhuri seemed to be the lead character, with some of her cronies playing more supporting roles. Paka was among the rest, playing a background role with no speaking lines so far. His eyes fell upon his float, whose eyes were glued onto the stage. They seemed to be enjoying it at least, not that he knew why. He briefly followed their gaze, right on time for some slapstick humor caused by Mashuhuri at Paka’s expense. He could hear Tamka softly comment to himself,

“That should’ve been me.”

He could see Queen Muziki’s majordomo (Kondakta, was it?) give a small nod along with a gentle wave of his wing before all the background animals started humming. Mashuhuri gave a confident smile as she reminded her audience of her voice.

Great, now they were singing.

Kiburi had no idea why some of the audience members were moving their heads to the beat. Some were even mouthing the lyrics. Even his float were smiling throughout the song. How could they stand it? It was insufferable. He internally cringed, his eyelids lowering out of boredom…

That was, until a loud bellow erupted throughout the area.

His head suddenly perked up at the sound. Mashuhuri froze in shock as multiple gasps could be heard throughout the audience. Queen Muziki and Kondakta started to look around them, trying to figure out where the noise came from.

“Didn’t the phantom tell you that the flat rock was supposed to be kept empty?”

Nne and Tano had entered from each side of the stage. It was Nne who made the remark, followed by Tano’s “C’mon, you had one job”. Kiburi had to give them credit, their translation was accurate. He thought he could see the hyenas smiling a bit, as if they knew the show was going to be interrupted. A ball python finally spoke up,

“He’s here, the Phantom of the Grasslands!”

Paka’s eyes widened, “It is him!”

“Your part is silent,” Mashuhuri snapped, “little toad.”

A hiss was heard.

Tano chuckled, “He says you’re one to talk.”

Nduli turned to Kiburi, “You really think it’s Neema?”

“It might be,” Kiburi replied, “Then again, any croc could make those noises.”

The donkey huffed, strutting past the duo and near the end of the left side.

“Fruit.”

A young wildcat mindlessly pushed a couple fruits toward Mashuhuri’s way, jumping back a bit as she snatched it with her teeth. She glared at Nne and Tano, mouthing something which prompted them to exit the stage. She took a breath, smiling politely as she said Kondakta’s name. The egret nodded, once again waving his wings to start the music.

“Faithful subjects, away with this fool,” Mashuhuri sang, “you cannot speak, but kiss me in my-HAWWWW!”

The sound caused all the animals to freeze. Each of the cast and audience members alike began exchanging confused looks with one another. The brief silence was suddenly broken by a low sound from none other than the Phantom.

Laughter.

This was not the joyous laughter the crocodiles always heard in the Grasslands. It was deep, gruff, intimidating, almost like a rumble. Kiburi exchanged a knowing look with his float members, who simultaneously nodded as if they had read each other’s minds. There was only one animal—one crocodile—with that kind of laugh.

“Yeah. Definitely Neema.”

Mashuhuri started to sing again, her voice shaking a bit out of cautiousness. She tried hitting a note, only to make the same sound as before. Neema began to laugh harder at the donkey’s continuous braying. Laughter soon spread into the audience, as some of them started to giggle. Nne and Tano were practically falling over themselves laughing at a particular bray made by Mashuhuri, eventually prompting Tamka and Nduli to burst into laughter. Even Kiburi found himself smiling in amusement. Neema’s roar was soon heard amongst the noise.

“If she keeps singing like that, she’s gonna cause an avalanche!”

Finally, Mashuhuri ran off the stage with tears in her eyes, some of her cronies at her hooves. Muziki waved her trunk at Kondakta mouthing “Do something!”, causing the egret to fly to the stage. The laughter settled down as he spoke.

“Attention, citizens of the Grasslands, we greatly apologize for the interruption. The performance will continue in a few moments where the lead will be played by—by Paka! Yes, Paka!”

“Faithful subjects,” Muziki continued, “in the meantime, the cast shall be giving you the dance routine from Act Three.”

Kondakta shot the elephant a look, to which she gave a single nod in approval. Her majordomo flew to the cast, ushering his wings at certain animals to the stage while Paka ran behind it to review her lines. Kiburi kept his eyes fixated on to the right of the stage, ignoring the now prancing animals and squinting at something.

“What’re you doing, dad?” Wakali whispered.

“Just want to see something. C’mon.”

Wakali and Nduli started to follow. Kiburi briefly glanced back, noticing Tamka’s eyes glued to the performance. He rolled his eyes, loudly whispering.

“Tamka.”

The larger crocodile broke his gaze, quickly walking towards the others with a “I��m goin’ I’m goin’”. He turned his head to catch several small birds spinning around each other, forming a heart shape with their bodies. The three continued to follow their leader through the audience as the latter rudely grunted and snapped at the animals in the way. Kiburi couldn’t care less about the dirty looks. He was more concerned about what was offstage. He could make out a few fruits based on the various colors: yellow, red, green…

And he could have sworn he saw a hint of orange.

Meanwhile, Neema had peered out of his hiding place, studying the animals before him. Everyone seemed to be busy, either locked on the performance or performing themselves. Good. Just as he had hoped. He took one last look before slinking away, slipping into a nearby lake as discreetly as he could. Paka wouldn’t be on stage for a while, he had time to kill until then. He kept his body close to the bottom until he found himself in a more secluded area. He kept only his eyes above the water as he glanced around. A vervet monkey and a springbok buck seemed to be walking toward him, with the latter listening intently to the former’s talking. Neema grinned subtly before sinking back into the water. He watched as tiny bubbles floated up from his nostrils, eyes fixated above him. His mouth formed a grin upon hearing the voices getting closer. He squinted, barely able to see different colored blobs now forming in front of him. He almost immediately felt a tingling sensation on his snout, making him grin even wider.

It was time.

In a split second, Neema lept from the water and latched onto the bottom of one of the springbok’s horns. Both animals let out a bloodcurdling scream, one of fear, the other of pain. The crocodile quickly pulled back, dragging his prey into the water. He only clenched his jaws tighter as it struggled. He paid no mind to the monkey’s “PHANTOM!”, making sure he was atop the herbivore before rolling his body a full 360 degrees. The splashing finally stopped after a few more spins, prompting Neema to take a large bite out of the body. He looked up. The monkey was unsurprisingly gone. He shrugged nonchalantly. That was fine. One antelope was all he needed anyway.

“HEEEEELP!!!”

The animals stopped their dancing, some almost fell over from the yelling. Kiburi merely cocked a brow as the monkey kept running towards them, still screaming. Muziki looked down.

“What happened? What’s the matter?!”

“PHANTOM! IT WAS THE PHANTOM! H-HE GOT SOMEONE!”

Both the cast and the audience were now beginning to panic at the mention of the phantom. Muziki’s eyes widened,

“What?!”

Tears were flowing from the monkey’s eyes now, “It was so fast! We were drinking and then I saw a green thing jump out of the water. I don’t know, he just… appeared! Came out of nowhere! I think he killed him!”

“Did you see what animal it was?” Kondakta asked.

“It looked like a crocodile,” the monkey glanced at Kiburi’s float, pointing at Kiburi. “Like that!”

“Don’t look at us!” Tamka said, “We were here the whole time!”

“Then it’s gotta be Neema.” Kiburi stated.

“But Neema wouldn’t do that,” Nduli piped up, “…would he?”

For a moment, Kiburi said nothing. This was so contradicting. He had no doubt Neema was behind everything, yet this didn’t seem like him at all. He had thought that Neema wouldn’t kill out of malice, at least not on his own. His mind went back to the day the float was banished, how his float’s attempt to overpower King Simba was foiled. Yet Neema seemed to do the same thing on his own without getting caught. He wondered if the plan would have worked had it been Neema’s idea.

“It’s either that or he was just hunting. Then again…” Kiburi rolled a half-eaten orange towards Muziki, “he was behind that stunt with the donkey. So, we don’t know for sure.”

“But what’s the fruit for?” Paka asked.

“That’s not just any fruit, it’s an orange.” Nduli explained, “The juice is really bad for your voice.”

Mashuhuri glared at the wildcat who gave her the orange as the latter smiled sheepishly. Paka shook her head,

“It doesn’t make sense. He’s supposed to be a hero, not a murderer.”

Wakali looked up at Kiburi, “Dad, is uncle Neema still a bad guy?”

Kiburi scoffed, “You know what? I’ve had enough of this ‘Phantom’ stuff. We’re gonna find Neema and get him back.”

Tamka raised his eyebrows, “Duh, how’re we gonna do that?”

“Actually,” Paka smiled, an idea forming in her mind, “I think I have an idea.”

[darlenefblog]

Have you ever...

felt so emotionally worn out that your chest feels like an elephant is sitting on it making it hard to catch your breath? That happens to me, not recognizing it but taking deep deep breaths, in and out. Whether I exhale through my nose or mouth it makes a sound, it can't be silent. I'm doing a lot of it now.

The actual story I'm trying to tell is how I first realized it was happening. My mother died of cancer in 1996, or was it 1997, I'm fuzzy on it now. During all that were a series of blows God sent my way to test me. I hated him for it and wouldn't give him the time of day after that. We aren't on good terms right now. Here are the largest of events that created the breathing deeply action. Keep in mind that ALL this happened within 2 years max.

1) I was laid off from my job of 18 years. Computer companies were going under because the PC ( personal computer) was invented; creating and storing information was so easy you could do it in your home.

2) My mother died. It was about a year and 1/2 of torture for her and us. I finally used the Federal Express People Help program that hooked me up with a psychiatrist, grief counselor and Prozac.

3) A few months later my uncle died of cancer. Different kind. They cut out his voice box but it didn't stop the cancer.

4) My cat of 7 years died of kidney disease. Beau was my baby and confidant. His mama cat was overwhelmed and finally ran off. We managed to pawn off all the kittens except Beau, he played me like a fiddle. I spent almost 1,000.00 on his medical care & he died anyway. The vet never told me exactly what was wrong, so I kept paying. (later on my husband went to the clinic and screamed at the vet over the whole thing)

5) My car died. I'd had it forever, long enough to put 120,000 miles on it. **ALL original parts - this is important.** It died in true diva fashion. On my way home from work, very close to the house, stopped at a light I see flames licking out of the hood along with black smoke. I grabbed my purse, briefcase, glovebox contents (why?), and ran to the curb. *Huge production with people stopping to watch.* The fire department was on the way to a call, saw the flames, smoke, and crowd of people so they headed for my car. Turns out only the engine compartment burned & we sold it for $50.00 and the parts company towed it away. The *original* fuel line had died of old age therefore the gas met the hot engine and poof. So I lost my job and now had to buy a car. I bought a used one & then my husbands car died. Breath deeply or scream.

6) Knowing the right people got me a job at Federal Express. My department went through 3 managers in 2 years with months of no manager at all. My last boss was a woman from Chicago, Andrea. She was rude and frankly not learned enough to manage a department full of engineers with lots of degrees. That was the portal to hell.

Anyway, that's when I discovered I was breathing deeply, what caused it, what it meant, how to deal with it and by gosh - the panic attacks weren't a heart attack. Didn't stop my boss from threatening to fire me all because I was trying not to lose my mind.

[swftpoet]

THE CURSED DRAGON CHP 2.

Bet you thought I'd never do it Thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter Be somethin' easy to forget...

Zaldrīzesdōron (dragon Stone)

There was something heavy in the air that morning. Alyssane realized this when she woke up at dawn, after a nightmare in which her half-uncle, Aemond, hit her with his dark sister, the sword that slept next to her stepfather. It had been a while since his nightmares had disappeared, their return should mean something important, but with everyone asleep, it was kind of unnecessary to go after any meaning. So, she tossed and turned in bed for the rest of the morning, her sleep only returned when the first rays of sunlight entered her chambers revealing the morning, she knew there was no more time to sleep, so she waited for her lady-in-waiting to come to her .

The young woman from the Blackwood house came late, there was something in the look and the way she looked after the princess, it was different that morning, but Aly didn't know exactly what it was. She allowed herself to be bathed, perfumed and have her hair braided.

"It's different this morning, what happened?"

Despite rumors of cruelty, Alyssane was very similar to her predecessor, the Good Queen Alyssane, wife of Jaeherrys, she cared about the people around her and took care of them, often this care was not gentle, but that did not erase the value of it.

"There's nothing to worry about, your highness…"

Alyssane turned around, staring into the lady's black eyes as if she were trying to see through them.

"Do not lie to me…"

"I don't my princess. There is nothing to worry about."

Joanna looks at Alyssane in the mirror, affirmation in her eyes.

"I will believe you." Aly said finally, offering Blackwood a half smile. "Besides, I intend to fly to Driftmark, I believe my grandmother is arriving from Kingsland, and I want to be there to welcome her." The Targaryen turned to the lady, face to face now. "Would you like to accompany me?"

"To fly?" The lady questioned, a little surprised by the suggestion.

"And how more serious?" There was a certain irony in Alyssane's response.

"I'm better suited to being a spectator, princess."

Alyssane walked to the stone table room calmly, she had had her breakfast with Joanna in her quarters, leaving the entire morning free after that, the princess decided that she would like to spend time with her mother, and if she was dismissed , he could spend the rest of the day flying and running away from his septa Aura and the endless lessons about the greatest houses in Westeros.

She went about her everyday life without focusing on the people around her. Given the time it was obvious that Luke and Jace were training swords supervised by Daemon or some white cloak, the youngest Joffrey, youngest Aegon and Viserys must have been playing or causing panic to their nurses and nannies. The footsteps echoed across the stones of the castle, the dream still seemed very real and that didn't please her at all.

Silence was her worst enemy. And that morning, not even the dragons were roaring.

When she arrived at the hall, a pair of white robes she didn't remember the name of opened the Valyrian steel doors with almost no effort. The scene inside would remain etched in his mind forever; her lady grandmother, Princess Rhaenys dressed in her leather armor and Valyrian steel, speaking to her mother with great seriousness in her voice, Alyssane didn't catch the words at first, just the look of pain, thick tears that seemed to struggle not to fall from her eyes of Rhaenyra.

"She commanded you to kneel for your son?"

The words gave the youngest princess some idea of ​​what had happened, it was like a stab in her chest, a sharp, deep pain in her chest, something that if it were physical would make her body double over. Daemon shouted curses in several languages, offending and cursing Otto, Alicent and their children.

"Daemon is not the time to offend!" Rhaenyra said sharply, as if she wanted to be stronger and more sensible than the pain that broke her inside.

“They stole your throne!” Her stepfather quickly defended himself.

"And Viserys is dead; we have much more to do than curse the wind." Rhaenys said.

Her words were wise, but that wasn't what Alysanne noticed, it was confirmation that her dearly beloved grandfather was dead, gone forever.

"With Aegon sitting on the Iron Throne, what will we do?"

Rhaenys asked, at this very moment Rhaenyra groaned in pain, her hand running to her womb. "It's time." she murmured, and even inexperience would not blind that fact, her little brother was coming into the world, and by the old Valyrian gods, it couldn't be at a worse time.

The next few hours were the worst. Alyssane did not accompany her mother in her labor, nor her stepfather in the work of gathering his closest and most loyal vassals. She went in search of vermithor in order to clear her head, understand everything that was happening around her. The great bronze dragon, the conciliator's former mount, felt his tension, not approaching with affection as he normally did, but with caution. She climbed up in a hurry, not caring about securing herself safely in the cell, just gliding quickly tearing through the sky, when she reached a height good enough for no one to hear her, Alyssane screamed at the top of her lungs, with force, finally letting go of the pain. of loss hitting her hard. Her body shook like crying convulsions, thick tears streaming down her face. Her dragon roared too, as if they shared the same pain, and who in the seven kingdoms could say they didn't?

The bond between Alyssane and Vermithor was like magic forged in their blood, since the death of Jaehaerys Targaryen, no creature that approached him came out alive, the bronze beast seemed to live in total torment until the day of the birth of Rhaenyra's first daughter, when he was first truly cared for by the guardians of the moat, and until she rode him, there was nothing capable of calming him.

And like that afternoon in 112 AD, Vermithor released flames and roars that could melt a castle.

[livewireprojects]

Sonic Underground Stuff/Ramblings(Lost Prince AU)

It's been a bit since I worked on posts about this, thought I'd post some more.(Link to AU's master post)

So yeah this is about the Sonic Underground version of my version of the Sonic universe. Some stuff is going to be reworked, some stuff might get removed(the Egyptian ancestor episode is getting replaced).

I'm not fully sure what I'm doing but I want to give the characters some character development & bonding moments.

I dunno how to word this but I guess I'll start with Sonic.

Sonic use to be an adventure loving child playing in the woods he & his adopted parents lived in until Robotnik took everything. He became more like Nicky(ironically had no idea who that was when I set this up years ago) thanks to being haunted by losing everything which made being bullied/shunned for being different by kids/people living in the resistance worse.(Luckily he has uncle Chuck & members of the resistance he eventually worked with) By the time Sonic met his siblings he was trying to hide how he actually was by pretending to be confident & at times mimicking Manic's behavior due to not wanting to seem out of place. As time goes on he learns to actually be confident(even if he can still be nervous) & open up more to his siblings as the three grow close & gain each others' trust.

Manic is pretty relaxed & doesn't seem to care but has issues stealing whatever he feels like taking or thinks has value. Manic also trusts people even less than Sonic does who wants to trust but struggles due to the past. Manic is also slightly bitter due to Sonia's background living with the rich. Manic while still a gremlin goes on to learn to trust his siblings & learn you shouldn't steal everything especially after an incident with a music box necklace. Manic manages to be someone his siblings can lean on to talk to with Sonia talking to him when worried or needing advice & Manic noticing issues Sonic struggled with & sneakily helped him out.

Sonia is smart, confident & often serious however she's sheltered due to living with the rich & being spoiled. Manic is street smart & read people at points, Sonic knows his way around stuff thanks to working with the resistance & living in the woods, Sonia is book smart but doesn't exactly have experience leading. Luckily Sonia has a little experience in combat thanks to some of the classes she took & sometimes getting practice when she use to sneak out with friends. Sonia learns to be more careful with who she trusts & has learned how to be a better leader thanks to experience. When possible she uses her aristocrat status to help her siblings & sometimes whatever team they're working with if needed. While she doesn't enjoy getting dirty still she's learned to deal with it when she has to but also see that somethings that cause her to get dirty can be fun sometimes.

Here's the triplets when they unite at the start of the Sonic Underground. Admittedly I kind of gave them outfits they had as kids but I want to keep the Sonia's outfit(and my designs for later) from the actual show for time has changed over time like they eventually get them.(Admittedly I also messed up young they look, they're like 13) Sonic's bangs are weird cause Sonia had to fix them after he cut them, he also lost his glasses(the broke) & was too nervous to tell his siblings until they started to trust each other more.

I plan to turn the music gimmick into a family thing so instead of the triplets just randomly getting these are amulets each member of their mom's family has.

Also want to mention that in this Manic's real name is Maurice & Sonic's real name is Arthur.(Outside of the AU Maurice is Sonic's name though that depends on what's going on so Nicky might be used too) This is based off a fanfic called Sonadow Alliance, also kind of helps as who names their kid Manic(I'm aware people have odd names in this franchise) & I know in some stuff it's implied Sonic isn't Sonic's name.(Sonia is the only one with a normal name)

I'm also saying the events of Sonic Underground happened on Christmas Island since in the past that was Sonic's birth place so may as well shoe horn it in some how. That place is also has the biggest population of weremobians so wonder what the triplets will find.

Here's the preview images of Sonic to show how time passes

Left to right

Sonic during the events of Sonic Underground(Lost Prince AU ver), timid & unsure about how life is going thanks to Robotnik's actions

Sonic during a time skip & near the end of Sonic Underground, more confident & more comfortable with stuff now

Modern Sonic who is picking up the pieces of his scattered memories

[tacochippy]

Reasons for considering ocs an extension of you:

Blobby: Very philosophical ideologies that (I assume) are similar to your own

Skullina: ✨️T r a u m a ✨️

and you are so valid for this

yea akfhfhgj. Blobby is more based on just like, facts? that i gotta cope with? ig philosophical facts, maybe, it depends on how you veiw it.

Imo while yoy experience similar things, eat the same foods, laugh at ainilar jokes, itll never be exactly the same as the first time. Nothing ever is. Everyone is constantly changing, veiws and perspextives and ideas, and the world is constantly changing to reflect this. Time moved foward, people changed and others left, and thus it is different.

Like talking wirh yoy is still the same but its still different? Im older, my dreams have shifted, we play stardew together. Stuff like that. Cause yk. Time only ever moves foward, never back, never holding still.

(Also her uncle killed the god of time)

(also also her uncle kills HER. then she gets revived. and all she wants is to go back. where ahe knew nothing, ans her uncle loved her, and everything made sense. now shes sitting on her other uncles couch with maggots pressing into her skin and tear tracks down her face. the blood may be gone, the ichor isnt there anymore, but the stench lingers. the grimy feelibg lingers. blobby lingers, stuck gazing at the past thats never going to return and dreading a future that while she doesnt know it yet, will outahine the past with somerhing brilliant and new and loving. ans thats so mecore fr fr)

Ans skullina yeah janfnfnfnf just oure trauma babbaeyyyy

[a-tale-of-legends]

Ooooo, now that I'm thinking about her, maybe with Aiko, because she was always a battling trainer, she thought that battling was just throwing strong moves against the opponent and win. I mean, it has worked for Kenji, so it would work for her right? Well. Not exactly. I think by Ecruteak City, Aiko only really has 4 pokemon on her. Most of which she hasn't really trained or battled with outside of any encounters with Team Rocket. And again, she isn't taking the gym challenge either. Most of her battle experience is with team rocket or watching Kenji do his gym challenge.

I point this out because Ecruteak City is where I want Aiko and Kenji to have their first battle. Aiko is tired of Silver being a jerk to both people and pokemon, and challenges him to a battle. Originally, I wanted Silver to deny her one, not even sparing her a glance, but I think, just to prove his point, he would battle her. And absolutely destroy her in it. It's one thing to be actively ignored by the jerk. It's another thing to be ignored, then acknowledged, only to be told that "you were always weak, so don't even bother". Like that must have shattered Aiko's confidence at the time. And thus kick-starts her training. And going back to the beginning of this post, she genuinely struggles with it. Her marill, Louie, is arguably her strongest pokemon, but it's not as battle ready as the starters are. She doesn't have any gym badges either, so while her pokemon do love her, they aren't so easy to command in battle. And on top of all that, she just thinks she has to hit things until it dies. Not a bad strategy mind you, but it doesn't always work, especially for a newbie trainer like her. So she's losing way more than she's winning. And to tie all of this in a neat bow, Aiko starts to wonder her purpose in general. She's not a gym challenger like Kenji. She's not a professor's assistant like Beryl. She's not even some strong jerk like Silver. So what good can she do? Is she really sullying her dad's name by not taking interest in his work? She doesn't know. She doesn't know what's so special about Aiko Elm. ( Thanks a lot Silver...how the fuck did you two end up dating for a bit, like damn)

Also I should mention, Kenji also struggled with the " I should hit things until I win" mindset. The difference between him and Aiko is that 1) it still worked out for him well and 2) by Ecruteak City, he's been traveling and training enough to realize " oh I probably should think more when battling" , plus the general experience of the journey so far has helped him greatly.

Also also, when Kenji finds out how Silver treated Aiko in the burned tower, it quickly elevates things to " man, I wish silver wasn't so mean, but I respect him as a rival and potential friend!" To " fuck you, you treat your pokemon like shit and made my best friend cry, catch these hands" which is honestly very based of him.

Finally, I think after her loss against Silver, is when the kimono girls start to come into play. This could potentially lead to a group split....Kenji goes to face Jasmine and Chuck ( though admittedly it would be weird if Aiko wasn't there to see her uncle), Aiko gets picked up by one of the kimono girls ( one of them finds her crying) and Beryl heads to Mahogany Town get more pokemon for the pokedex/ check of Pryce, since Morty mentioned having not heard from him in a while( cause Rocket). Still, a big maybe, since Beryl was in charge of Aiko and Kenji by Elm, but I think she trusts them enough to go on their own.

Okay I think I got all my Aiko rambles out, I like where this is heading!

[manyfandomocs]

Hi I would like to know about your teen wolf characters (both the ones you are all about rn and the ones you want to work on) Tell me one important fact about each one and one fun fact please and thank you!

Yes yes absolutely as you wish

Avalon Ridley

Important: She's known about the supernatural aspect of Beacon Hills her whole life, cause she's always known she's a witch

Fun: She's been besties with Lydia since the second grade

Beckett Grove

Important: His birth parents didn't technically abandon him but he doesn't know that until (so far in my ideas) about s4

Fun: He was on the basketball team with Derek for like, half a season before he quit

Candace Monahan

Important: She's taken care of Gilead her whole life, but obviously it was more official when their parents died and they moved to Beacon Hills

Fun: She was a gymnast when she was younger

Caylin Hale

Important: When Peter came back and first saw her, he was planning on recruiting her for his pack

Fun: Her and Jackson have movie nights every week

Devin Parrish

Important: His parents are absent at best which is why he chooses to move to Beacon Hills with Jordan

Fun: He pretends to need Kira to tutor him to talk to her

Dylan Bradford

Important: Dylan's known about the supernatural since he was kid and saw a hunter shoot at a werewolf in the woods

Fun: He only started playing football cause he didn't make the lacrosse team and now that's why he actually has a lacrosse grudge

Ezra Brady

Important: Erica originally only was flirting with him to get to Scott

Fun: He only joined the lacrosse team cause Scott and Stiles were joining

Gilead Monahan

Important: He was the closest to his dad's best friend before his death

Fun: Gilead usually goes by Gil

Guinevere Bates

Important: She does ultimately remember who killed her uncle, which is what jumpstarted her banshee powers

Fun: She likes photography

Griffin Browning

Important: He's never been super dedicated to the hunting lifestyle the way his family wants

Fun: The only thing Griffin really likes about hunting is the traveling

Henrietta Atwood

Important: She's going after Scott because Peter asked her to, though around this time she has a huge crush on Peter that he is aware of and uses to manipulate her

Fun: Lydia and her had sleepovers every weekend in middle school

Julian Knights

Important: Despite the age difference, he really does see Chris as his brother and Kate as his sister

Fun: He does call Allison his niece which, while technically true, does kind of annoy her

Leon Hastings

Important: So far I'm thinking his mom chose to move to Beacon Hills on purpose, that with her mythology research she somehow found how much was going on in Beacon Hills

Fun: Jackson had a small crush on him

Serena Morgan

Important: Since I don't think it's been technically mention yet and just alluded to in her initial ask, she's a Siren. But I might change whether or not she already knows that

Fun: Isaac's dad does not like when she's over because she does not exactly hide her distaste for him

Vivian Bell

Important: Her name is on the dead pool which is how she really gets involved in everything

Fun: Mason is her neighbor

[fandomficsnstuff]

The King

(Warnings: This is pretty angsty but not in any major way, there’s a slight recalling of some slight SA experiences but again, I will never write the R-word. Not even in a flashback, I might mention it but I will never write it in explicit details)

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“Well, I think I’ve made my position very clear-”

“Oh, you have. You’ve made it more than clear,” Daisy stepped forward, ignoring any boundaries as she stepped closer, and closer, and closer, until she was just on the other side of the desk, in front of him as he sat in his fancy chair behind his fancy desk “you’re a spineless coward. You live in a big, comfortable house, all by yourself, not wanting to share it with anyone, just like Negan. You force people to do whatever you want, provide whatever you want, while you sit with your feet up, just like Negan. You think you’re better than everyone else, just like Negan-”

“And what do you think you know about Negan, little girl?-”

“My name is Delilah. And I’ll tell you exactly what I know; Negan is a psychopath. He lets everyone else do his work, forcing the people he thinks are ‘below’ him to work and provide for him so he doesn’t have to lift a finger. The only difference I see is that he’s got more balls and brains than you could ever imagine. Unlike you, he’s not a coward, and unlike you, he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. I bet you force Jesus to give you a manicure when he’s not busy saving lives. You don’t even know how many people are in the Hilltop. It’s just like my uncle said; either you’re with us, or against us, and if you’re against us… I’ll bite you” she stated calmly, Gregory laughing at her last words, except no one else was. “Turning him into a walker is not the answer” Jesus stated softly, Daisy scoffing quietly at him “at least then he’d have a use.”

“And why do you think biting me would turn me?? You’re not one of the dead” he asked through his laughter, once again being met with silence, his smile fading, his laughter dying down and his eyes widened a little as he leaned away from her “you’re the one Simon told me about…” he muttered, Daisy tilting her head at him before taking a few steps back, still keeping her eyes on him “I think I need some fresh air, I’m still healing” she stated without looking away from him, turning around, casting a brief glance at Carl before walking out of the office, Gregory swallowing the lump in his throat, his heart beating against his chest at the thought of her, a girl no older than thirteen, being able to turn him with a single bite or scratch.

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“‘King’ Ezekiel?” Daisy asked with raised brows, looking at Jesus who nodded with a smirk, Daisy scoffing quietly, the movement causing a fiery pain to shoot through her side, her hand reaching for it, covering the wound and Carl stepped a little closer, making her force a smile up at him “I’m okay” she whispered softly. As the car stopped and Rick and Jesus got out, Daisy turned to look at Carl, studying him before gently reaching for his hat, tilting it upwards a little so she got a better look at his bandages “you changed them… about time” she muttered, Carl smiling softly at him “I’m not as good as you, I barely managed to wrap it around my head” he admitted and she chuckled lightly “I’ll see if it needs to be adjusted, alright?” she asked and he nodded, just as Daryl opened the door and popped out “hey, what the hell’re we waitin’ on?” he asked, Jesus pointing in a direction “waiting for them” he stated, pointing at-

“Are those-... horses? And a sword?...” Daisy asked hesitantly, a frown on her brows as she tilted her head a little in confusion. As they were asked (ordered, more like it) to get out of the car, Carl noticed Daisy’s hesitation, a small smirk forming on his lips “what? Are you scared of horses?” he asked teasingly and she scoffed, shaking her head and playing it off, but he saw the look of genuine fear in her eyes before she got out. Had it been a different situation, and not one involving horses, he would’ve taken her fear seriously, but this? Horses? He allowed himself a quick laugh, a quiet one, before getting out of the car as well, Daisy standing well behind Daryl, which he noticed. “Line up” the man, Richard, ordered, Daisy’s heart starting to race and she shook her head “this is a waste of time” she stated loudly, turning to the others “come on” she stated in a calm and even voice, but her eyes were pleading. The last time they were lined up, two from her family died, she thought another one had died and her and her uncle were taken, Carl’s arm was nearly chopped off by his dad and she found out that her mom was alive, which she still put on the negative side of the list.

“Maybe you’re right. The King is a busy man, and it’s a dangerous world,” he stated, Sasha moving to line up, looking over her shoulder at Daryl and Daisy, who seemed to share the same sentiment that this was a bad idea, a waste of time. “We’re prepared, this time” Sasha stated softly, reaching a hand out and Daisy was actually shaking, her hand gripping the knife on her belt and she swallowed the lump in her throat, shaking her head “no-”

“Daisy-”

“No. No, I will walk back if I have to, I’m not getting in another line” she hissed at Rick, tears forming in her eyes, shaking her head “no” she muttered, turning around and walking off, Daryl studying her before whistling, catching her attention, watching as he tried to nod her over but she stayed in place. “Delilah-”

“No. The next thing that’s gonna happen is that one of us dies or is forced to cut off an arm… and I can’t watch that again… I memorized the route, walker’s aren’t a threat to me unless they tear me apart and they won’t. I’m going back, I won’t watch my family be executed again” she called before turning back around, continuing to walk and Richard frowned “you’re just gonna let her walk alone? What if she gets bitten or scratched??”

“I wouldn’t worry about that” Rick muttered under his breath not-so-quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, gently shaking his head and he looked at Carl who nodded, running over to her, jogging to catch up to her. “Daisy- Dais- Delilah!” he called and she stopped when he called her real name, her heart racing and she turned around to face him and he finally caught up with her, stopping in front of her “it’s not going to happen-”

“We said that before, didn’t we? And we lost Glenn and Abraham, you almost lost an arm! I thought Maggie and her baby were dead! My uncle was taken! I won’t stand in a line ever again, you can’t make me, none of you can make me-” she was cut off by Carl hugging her, her tears ran down her cheeks and onto his shirt but she hugged him back, forcing herself to wrap her arms around him, a frown forming on her brows as she felt a hint of discomfort, the image of that doctor creeping into her mind and she quickly parted from him, eyes shut tightly as she tried to ignore the clammy, horrible feeling that she felt. “Don’t make me watch you be executed” she begged quietly once she had suppressed the feeling enough to look back at him, her eyes searching his face desperately for any proof that he felt the same as her, maybe they could convince the others? Remind them that it wouldn’t work. That it would just be like last time. That they were signing up to be executed just like before. “It won’t happen… I won’t let it-”

“You can’t-”

“I can” he interrupted, Daisy about to shake her head again when he dropped one of his hands from her face, taking her hand into his own, interlocking their fingers and her lower lip trembled, she convinced herself it was because of her fear and sadness but the disgust build up in her throat again, and again, she suppressed it as much as possible “I don’t want to live in a world without you in it” she admitted in a whisper and Carl leaned his forehead against hers, the action making his hat tip back a little “you won’t. I won’t… we won’t” he put more pressure on the ‘we’ and she let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes in regret and Carl could read her like an open book, slowly walking backwards until their interlocked hands forced Daisy to follow him back to the others as they talked. As they arrived, Rick looked at Daisy, the empty look on her face, as though she was already mourning them “we have to hand over our guns-”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!!” Daisy snapped, a semblance of life returning to her “have all of you lost your fucking memory?!”

“Delilah! Listen-”

“No! No, fuck that! This is exactly what Negan did! He lined us up, took our guns and then he-...” she couldn’t even get the words out, breath heavy as though her body was getting ready to fight or flight, and knowing her, it’d be one hell of a fight “it won’t be like that-”

“The hell it won’t!”

“I’m handing mine over, too” Carl spoke softly and she looked at him as though he’d gone insane, shaking her head “don’t-”

“Delilah” she turned to look at her uncle as he finally spoke, her eyes wide in fear and she shook her head “no… not you, no…”

“Daisy, it’s okay” Carl stated softly, his hand still locked with hers as he got out his gun and gave it to Richard, who was still staring at Daisy. “We’re all walking into this like everything is going to work out!” she snapped, Richard’s face seeming to soften a little, as though he had just now understood how scared this girl was. This teenage girl. Not an adult, not a woman, but a teenager, still a child. “I promise, no harm will come to you or your companions, Dai-”

“My name is not Daisy to you, it’s Delilah” she snapped, looking up at her uncle, expecting him to be on her side when he gently shook his head “ain’t nothin’ like that ever gonna happen again” he whispered softly, reaching over and taking out the gun that was hidden behind her, Daisy staring at him with an open mouth and in shock as he handed Richard the gun. “Can she keep her bow and arrows?” Rick asked after taking in the look on Richard’s face and he nodded softly “just until you’re in front of the King” he stated and Rick nodded, walking over to Daisy “this is how we fight back… for Abraham… for Glenn” her entire demeanor changed when he said the last name, her hand squeezing Carl’s and she looked down, a frown on her brows but it was obvious that she was going to comply.

For now.

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“That’s a tiger.”

“It’s alright.”

“That’s a tiger.”

“We know, Daisy-”

“It’s a big tiger.”

“Daisy-”

“Holy shit…”

“Daisy, it’s okay-”

“That’s a tiger” she kept mumbling, eyes wide, body completely frozen in shock, Daryl looking awkwardly at the others, seeing as they had all walked a little closer while she remained frozen at the entrance. “Delilah-”

“It’s big.”

“Tigers usually are.”

“It’s really big…”

“I thought your mom took ya to the zoo when you was little? You ain’t seen a tiger before??”

“Momma was busy yelling at daddy and a horse tried to eat my hair and yanked me like five feet away from- it’s really big, uncle Daryl…” she interrupted herself, holding her breath and Daryl sighed softly, reaching for her, gently guiding her forward to join the others. “Fear not, fair maiden. Shiva will not hurt you-”

“Nope, no, no I’ll fear. I’ll fear. Definitely fear” she muttered to herself, still as stiff as a board as Daryl practically had to drag her towards the others, her feet stiff and almost rooted in place like a board. As Shiva huffed at her, she flinched, her heart racing, lungs aching for air as she felt like she was going to pass out. “Fair maiden, I give you my word-”

“Mm” was all she could say in response, an attempt to shake her head was made but she couldn’t move, her lips in a thin straight line, eyes still wide. “It’s okay, Daisy-”

“I’d rather take a needle to the arm” she admitted quietly, flinching as the ‘King’ stood up. “Please, approach” he asked and Daryl hesitated, gently shaking his head “nah-”

“It’s quite alright. I promise you, she will not harm you. I swear to you on my life, she will have to rip off my arm before I allow her to do any harm onto you and your companions” King Ezekiel stated softly, Daisy swallowing the lump in her throat as she nodded, settling behind Rick and Daryl. “You do realize I’d let it eat you so I can get away, right?” she asked in a whisper, still looking at the tiger and Daryl hummed with a small nod “better run fast, then” he muttered and she glared up at him, making him smirk and she sighed heavily, shaking her head as she tried to hide her amusement. He managed to make her unfreeze… or whatever it’s called. “This is Rick Grimes, the leader of Alexandria, and these are some of his people, and this is his son, Carl, and his… ‘companion’, Delilah.”

“Delilah, that is a most beautiful name” King Ezekiel stated and Daisy was quiet until she was nudged by Tara, making her hesitate before opening her mouth “thank you, sir- I mean, your-... h-holiness? Your-... excellency?”

“Be at ease, fair maiden, you have nothing to fear here” he stated and she let out a shaky breath, nodding to herself, wanting nothing more than to bolt out of the theater. “I welcome you all to the Kingdom, good travelers. Now, what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the King?”

Rick hesitantly stepped forward a little “Ezekiel- King Ezekiel” he corrected himself, “Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom… All three of our communities have something in common. We all serve the Saviors. Alexandria already fought them once, and we won. We thought we took out the threat but we didn’t know then what we know now. We only beat one outpost. We’ve been told that you have a deal with them, that you know them. Then you know, they rule through violence and fear” Rick stated, Ezekiel looking at Jesus with a slight glare. “Your Majesty, I only told them of the-”

“Our deal with the Saviors is not known among my people. For good cause. We made you a party to that secret when you told us of the Hilltop’s own trevails, but we did not expect you to share-”

“We can help each other!-”

“Don’t interrupt the King.”

“We brought you into our confidence. Why did you break it?”

“Because I want you to hear Rick’s plans” Jesus admitted softly and honestly, King Ezekiel turning his still burning gaze to Rick “and what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?”

“We came to ask the Kingdom, to ask you, to join us in fighting the Saviors, fighting for freedom for all of us.”

“What you are asking is very serious” his words made Daisy frown as she walked closer “several of our people, good people, my family, have been murdered brutally by the Saviors, by Negan himself… he took a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire,” her voice was shaking, her jaw clenched as she composed herself “and beat in the heads of my friend and one of my uncles, one who has been with us from the start, in front of his pregnant and sick wife. He nearly forced Rick to cut off his own son’s arm, he forced Carl to walk around others without the bandages around his face, mentally torturing him with it. He forced me to infect someone to turn them into a walker. He handed me periodically over to a doctor who had me take off my pants every now and then to-... ‘examine’ a wound I’d gotten- that he insisted should be there and not somewhere where I didn’t have to take off my pants!” she admitted through clenched teeth “he kept my uncle a prisoner, had him beaten, fed dog food, locked in a dark cell, forced to submit and kneel. He forced Carl and I to watch as he burnt the side of a man’s face off, he has multiple wives that he controls with fear as they’re forced to do whatever he wants and tell him that they love him, just so their loved ones are provided for if they need medicine, a doctor, food, if they’re pregnant or sick or old” her voice was shaking by now, as was she, her fear of the tiger long gone as she stepped a little closer “he gave me no choice other than to do what he said, making me a lab rat, having his doctor draw my blood so much that the crook of my elbows started to look like my drug addicted mother because I knew if I didn’t do what he said, he’d kill my uncle. He’d kill Rick, he’d kill Carl. He’d kill my family. He’d find out that the pregnant wife of the man he killed was alive and he’d murder her and her unborn child. He has his people kneel whenever he walks by, and if you don’t kneel? If you don’t follow his ‘rules’? Then you get the side of your face burnt. He forces ‘workers’ to work on the fence where he has walkers tied up, he has them mop up piss and blood and guts and has them maneuver around walkers with no weapons or protection at all and they’re not allowed to kill them for their own safety. They’re treated worse than vermin” she finished, still shaking, the tears in her eyes clouding her vision “he only cares about himself, he doesn’t care about if his ‘wives’ are happy or not. If his ‘workers’ get bit. If a thirteen year old girl has to take off her pants so his creepy doctor can-” she cut herself off, jaw clenched so hard that her teeth might break “Negan is a monster’s worst nightmare. I understand making a deal with him for the safety of your people, I do, and I respect that, but now you have another option. Freedom. A tiger doesn’t make you King, it just makes you it’s handler. Protecting the freedom and happiness of your people, looking out for them, keeping them safe, keeping them happy, that’s what makes a King” she finished, letting out a shaky breath as she kept shaking “if you’ll excuse me, I’m still healing from a gunshot wound, I think I need some air” she stated softly, turning around and walking out of the theater.

The second she was outside, she leaned against the wall, she felt like her throat was closing, her eyes shut tightly as she felt like she was back there. In that chair. Having to endure feeling his hands around the scratch on her bare thigh. She shut her eyes even tighter to try and wash the image away, shaking her head, as though it’d shake the memory out of her brain and she felt like she would collapse at any second now, everything was spinning and she could feel his hands again, see his smirk as he told her of how good her wound looked, how perfect it was at healing. How she was taking being away from her family so well. So good.

She felt her stomach turn at the memories and she quickly leaned to the side, holding her ponytail out of the way as whatever was left in her stomach came back up, the sour and bitter taste left at the back of her tongue and she spat to try and get rid of it, looking down only to groan in annoyance. “Fuck” she muttered, wiping her lips as she shook her foot, trying to shake off some of the vomit that had gotten on it. She groaned when it didn’t work, wiping her mouth again before leaning back against the wall, bending over, her hands on her knees to support herself as she shut her eyes tightly. She could almost hear him… his voice… that creepy voice, so she shook her head, shutting her eyes even tighter, frowning a little as she tried to block it out. She jumped back as someone touched her shoulder, her heart racing as she looked at Carl, only for a brief moment, before she looked away, going back to leaning against the wall, Carl eyeing the vomit on the ground next to her, and on her boots “are you okay? Are you sick??”

“No-”

“You just threw up-”

“She what?” Daryl appeared out of nowhere, walking over to Daisy, placing a hand on her shoulder as he leant down, trying to look at her face, which she had turned away. “I’m fine” she muttered, shrugging off his hand before looking up at the others “what’d he say?”

“He wants us to ‘sup’ with him, he says he’ll answer us tomorrow” Rick admitted, Daisy letting out a heavy sigh of frustration, running a hand over her face before turning her head to the side, spitting, trying to make some of the horrible taste in her mouth go away “I hope they have toothpaste” she muttered bitterly before walking off, needing to be alone for a while.

[toliveforthehopeofitall626]

You Can't Always Be Your Own Knight In Shining Armor

Five hours.

Five long hours.

That's how long you had been stuck in a room with dozens of other terrified omegas. That's how long it had been since the league broke into the college you were visiting and kidnapped a bunch of people. Students, faculty, visitors. You were all the same now, omegas shoved into a small, dark room, waiting for whatever would happen next. You weren't exactly sure what was being planned but you knew it couldn't be good. You had recognized several different League of Villain members. 

The door opened up and in walked Dabi. The pyromaniac who looked like he spent way too long in a sun tanning booth. His eyes scanned over the group of you before he stopped at the front of the room. "YN." He called out your name, causing your pulse to race. Why on earth were you singled out? He made eye contact with you, his piercing blue eyes staring down into your soul. "Come here" He ordered. You felt yourself slowly move forward, unable to really feel your legs beneath you as fear ran through your body. 

"The rest of you will follow Kurogiri and Compress out to another location. Your families are all coming for you." He watched the other two villains lead everyone out before grinning, bringing a hand onto your shoulder. "You, however, are so much less fortunate. You see we kidnapped you all to entice the heroes to come and play with us, but I figured we may as well get something else out of holding you all here. So, we send ransom letters out to everyone's family. It is a college known for the powerful and wealthy to go. However, you don't attend the school, do you?" He grinned as he let go of your shoulder and began circling around you. "You had no records. The only thing we could find was an application to be an apprentice to the school's healer. You have a decently impressive resume. Graduated top of your class both in Highschool and college. Lots of volunteer work. I imagine you could have had any position you wanted. Unfortunately, you have no record of any family history. No parents, siblings, uncles, nothing. No social media presence to speak of. If it weren't for your resume and public records, we'd have had no idea who you were. It's a shame that your hard work is all going to go to waste all because you're unwanted."

You narrowed your eyes and reached out to slap him, the offensive comment causing you to be a lot bolder than you'd ever been before. Before you could make the connection, he caught your hand. A sadistic grin spread over his face as he tightened his hand, crushing yours beneath his. You screamed out in pain, yanking your hand back to cradle against your chest as he released you. 

"Try that again and you'll wish you hadn't. The heat houses have plenty of healers that will put you back together once I'm finished with you." His grin widened as he saw the look of horror wash over your face. "Did your situation finally sink in? No one is going to come searching for you. No one knows your here." He stepped closer, running a hand down your cheek. "Maybe I'll just keep you instead. Keep you as my little toy, my plaything." You squeezed your eyes closed, begging for all of this to be over, for it to have been a terrible dream that you could wake up from. 

He took a step away from you and you felt your body relax ever so slightly. "Oh you're going to be a fun little thing to break." Dabi smirked before looking over as Mr. Compress walked back into the room. He was a bit less threatening as Dabi was, being a beta who was a bit smaller than the alpha who had been threatening you. Dabi walked over to him and the two spoke in hushed tones. "Alright little Omega, my friend here is going to make sure you get hidden away for me to have my fun with. I'll be back for you soon." He winked before making his exit. 

Alright this was your chance. You could do this. The door was not too far away from you. If you ran fast enough there was a chance you'd be able to make it through before Mr. Compress got ahold of you. You would just need to wait for the right moment. You watched as the villain came closer to you. You knew what his quirk was, anyone with a half decent television would have known all about the different LOV members. There was no doubt that Dabi was going to have Compress put you in one of his strange marbles before relocating you. You couldn't let him get his hands on you, but you'd use his attempt to catch him off guard. 

Just as you'd predicted he reached for you. You waited until he was moments away from contact before grabbing his arm and using his own momentum to send him into the wall. It caught him off guard. Clearly he wasn't used to civilians, especially omegan civilians, fighting back against him. It was perfect. You bolted for the door, going as fast as possible. 

It was a short-lived victory. You should have known the villains would be too smart to leave a hostage alone with only one other person to guard them. There were two other guards right outside of the door. That was it. This was your only shot at escape and it was already over before you could really even try. You heard Mr Compress groan as he got up and came back over to you. "Don't make this difficult." He spoke as he reached out for you again. This was the end. Game over. There was no hope for your escape now.

[paramoira]

@certifiedhorror (sam)

it's an odd sort of evening, the quiet sound of leaves rustling outside her window in-between crashes of distant thunder; the window is open, fractionally-- just enough-- for the breeze to flow through yet not allow rain inside. clouds turn the darkening skies a deep shade of gray, sunset soon to follow. the day had been contemplative, a needed break after the stress of everything life had thrown upon her over the course of the last few weeks. she had had a plan in mind for herself and her life when she'd decided to return to new jersey. she would be close to uncle nik (close enough to visit the estate and ride sherlock, the horse he'd gifted her upon her return) yet far enough to maintain an air of independence from the life he'd chosen to live and her own. she wasn't the type to let his choice of business and her own line of work obstruct her loyalty or cause her to abandon her family. they were separated entities on the professional front and anyone who truly knew her, understood that. still, she was aware that declining the initial offer to live at the estate when she returned was a needed separation for professional appearances. plus, frankly, she needed her own space. her own dwelling to make her home in the wake of some much loss. loss of her best friend, though not in a morbid sort of way-- he'd left her not died, and loss of mehmed. her move was supposed to be a rebirth of sorts, a new beginning inside of the shell of something familiar to build off of.

yet, that's not exactly how things had played out had it? no.

devin had been there, that first day at the medical examiners office and a great many truths had come to light in the weeks after which had made ariadne question her understanding of many things including them. "you know. it's really strange. mehmed never saw this house. the whole time we knew each other was in london. six months that felt like a lifetime... and yet, all these months later, somehow... a part of me still expects him to walk through that door. i'm not sure that ever will go away on days like this."

her voice isn't melancholy, just... perhaps, tinged with a kind of resigned acceptance of a simple fact. she has grieved and sought to continue forward. she understands life will continue and maybe one day she will love again. but one love does not erase another. just as reuniting with devin did not mean she still held onto the hopes she once had for them. perhaps their time had passed and only friendship would now remain.

life was complicated like that.

it was only going to grow more complicated now that a winchester was standing in her living room. a different sort of complicated; a kind of complicated that had become increasingly present in her life lately-- given her work with the bprd on occasion-- even if the supernatural had tinged it since her mother. "if you need to get in touch with my baba you'll have to get in line. haven't heard from him in over a month. uncle nik is a lot easier though. he's just a short drive away and i think he always had a soft spot for you when your father brought you by."

ariadne had known sam was coming though the reason had appeared unclear as of yet. somethings were best left off of a text chain papertrail. or maybe he was just coming to see her now that she was stateside. she didn't mind either case, such is why she'd told him to let himself in when he got there after he'd texted her to say he was twenty minutes out. "alright, i've done quite enough internal musing today." she states, slapping her hands on her knees before rising from where she'd been seated near the window, her expression becoming bright as she crossed the short distance to sam and offered him a hug in greeting. that gesture coupled with the fact she'd allowed her door to be unlocked and him to come in without a knock was a surefire signal he was someone she trusted well. "now tell me what's brought you here. i know it wasn't just my radiant smile."

[the-least-undefinable-ordinal]

for the music ask game. 11, 25, and one of your choice!

11. A song that you never get tired of.

Dividing By Zero/Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell by The Offspring.

They are strictly speaking two different songs, but they are next to each other in their release album and they are both part of the same official music video.

My favourite interpretation of these songs is that they portray a group of heroic soldiers waging a just and necessary war against an unabashedly evil force (whether this enemy is actually evil or just demonized by propaganda is, I think, intentionally ambiguous), this would be the first song of the two, Dividing By Zero, I think the title is meant to say "doing the impossible".

The second song seems to portray the heroic veterans of the first war as useless remnants of a golden past (there's the line "Cause there's nothing left for us to be, so give it up for the champions of greed"), their only current purpose seems to be entertainment for the masses who wish to sate their thirst for violence in a socially acceptable way (it's always right to kill fascists).

The music video ends with the veterans of the just war becoming the evil force for some other heroic country, starting the same process under different names.

25. A song by an artist no longer living.

Uncle Arthur by David Bowie. I wouldn't know exactly what I love about this song, he just has such a gorgeous voice and this song is so distinct from anything else I've listened to.

It also has a certain nostalgic value for me, I started listening to his albums while playing Euro Truck Simulator 2 and I just associate him with driving through empty highways at 3 in the morning. He's great company.

4. A song that reminds you of someone you'd rather forget about.

I think it's a tie between Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel and jar of hearts by christina perri (she seems to prefer lowercase on all her songs).

It was an amicable split (though entirely one sided) and I hold no ill will against her, so I don't really relate to the whole "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul" part of jar of hearts (though it is a great line imo) but the lines "I've learned to live half alive" and the whole section:

It took so long just to feel alright Remember how to put back the light In my eyes I wish I had missed the first time that We kissed

are just verbatim how I feel and I can't help how emotional I get every time I listen to this song, christina's voice is perfect here too.

Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel is sort of the opposite song in every way (different language, sexes reversed), it also has a part about how resentful he is against his former partner (which I also don't relate to), but it's a really upbeat song to hype oneself up to move on.

(Sorry this took a depressing turn, to be fair though, it has become an inseparable part of myself; having played disco elysium months after the breakup didn't help either lol)