#this post makes me Wheeze everytime

[crebbyhermit]

oc textposts :) 

[ghostly-cabbage]

I have officially edited and updated my DP fic recommendation document

I've so far only used it for friends but now I'm wondering if any of you guys would be interested...

[rgco413]

I WAS WONDERING WHAT SOMEONE WHO REBLOGGED MY POST WAS GOING ON AND YELLING ABOUT "PREVIOUS TAGS!" IN THE REBLOG AND I WAS LIKE "DID I SAY SOMETHING???" AND THEN I CHECKED THE REBLOG RIGHT BEFORE IT AND YES THEY ARE WORTH LOOKING AT FR FR HAHAHAHAHAHA

(Also fun facts in the tags!)

[covenists]

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red is indeed his color, but what if he switched to blue?

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[lilium-dell]

RANDOM MOUTHWASHING HEADCANNONS

This is going to be a long post...I apologise in advance.

And english isn't my first language, I apologise for any mistakes! (´；ω；`)

Captain Curly (pre-crash)

Used to be a rebel as a teen, have bad grades, drink, all the stuff. Because of that, he gave himself piercings and some hand poked tattoos.

He still has some scars from said piercings and hides the badly done tattoos he did at the ripe age of 16.

Hates science fiction movies. He thinks that they are super unrealistic and will spend the entire time criticizing them.

Loves romcoms tho.

Secretly loves punk music, the only thing left from his rebellious phase.

Works out as much as he can. He's sad? Goes to the gym. He's happy? Gym. He's stressed? Gym.

When he goes to the Tulpar, he always brings some weights so he can lift before bed/after he wakes up.

Gives the best hugs. You can't tell me this man will not bear hug you until you feel better.

Wanted to be a psychologist before studying to be a pilot, yet he gave up because he was too much of a people pleaser.

His favorite animal is bears, grizzly ones to be exact.

Captain Curly (after crash)

Spends the days thinking on what he could've done to make things different.

After he gets rescued from the cryogenic pod, he can't help but feel survivors guilt. All his crew was dead, except for the captain that should've gone down with the ship first.

After he gets his prosthetics, it takes him a while to get used to them and feels some phantom pain on the stumps of his arms and legs once in a while.

He regularly writes to his fallen crew members as if they are still alive. It helps him cope.

He also stayed in touch with the families of his fallen crew. Curly always apologizes for their death.

Anya

Left her cat on earth and the last words she said to him was "When I come back, I'll buy you wet food", as she would always buy treats for her cat after every excursion.

Her favorite thing to do on earth was to read with her cat on her lap and some tea.

Is a only child but always had pets throught her childhood.

Is a bad loser, everytime she loses at the game nights on board of the Tulpar she goes on a raging fit. Doesn't really hide it.

The only time the crew have seen her mad is when she loses at games.

Used to do combat sports as a teenager. Seeing the wounds of the people she trained with made her want to pursue medicine.

Is a really good driver. Just road rages a bit.

Wears contacts.

Her last thought on the medical bay was about her cat and how much he would miss her.

Daisuke

Loves shooting and RPG games.

Fluent in English and Japanese. Speaks mostly in japanese at home with his parents.

Has a younger sister. He used to let her do makeup on him when they were both younger.

Used to be a popular kid but never really had a girlfriend.

HUGE fantasy nerd.

He's actually a very smart kid, used to be an honor student.

Tried to teach Swansea about Pokemon and Kingdom Hearts lore on their lunch breaks. Swansea tried to understand.

Helps Anya take care of Curly, even if he doesn't have any medical experience.

Tried smoking once, started wheezing and gave up immediatelly.

Ties his hair when he needs to be super focused.

His playlist goes from Tyler the Creator to Lady Gaga to Bach in a click. The playlist is called Whiplash.

Swansea

Dog person. He definitely loves big dogs.

Sees the entire crew almost like family and takes care of them like family.

Listens to dad rock/country while reading the newspaper to relax.

He has a picture of his kids next to his bed. Unfortunately, everything got destroyed in the crash.

Was the one who brought the tabletop games for the crew. He's a huge tabletop games fan.

Girldad. He definitely spoiled his kids as much as he could.

Huge sports fan. Specially soccer.

Jimbabwe (I'm sorry)

Smokes two packs of cigarettes a day. Rothmans to be more specific.

He has a narcissistic disorder.

When he was a kid he used to torment his siblings.

Met Curry when training to be a pilot and got extremely jealous and spiteful when Curry got promoted instead of him.

Hates when Daisuke calls him every name under the sun except his. (Ex. Jimbo, Ji-man, Jimin, Jin).

Had an obsession with American Psycho as a teenager.

He was an edgy teenager.

I have so many headcannons but if I put them all here, the post would be gigantic...

[sidesteppostinghours]

so uh. hi. this was supposed to be a short fic for christmas that could be done in a day. it, in fact, was the longest fic ive worked on in the shortest span of time. im gonna post this on ao3 tomorrow, but because i play favourites, have nearly 5k words of cecilia being an absolute menace to all the ros, 2 days before new years lmfao

It's Christmas, which means Cecilia has to get gifts. Predictably, this is much easier to do when you're a wealthy, telepathic villain.

When Daniel sees Anathema dropping off to his rooftop, he nearly swears. He grabs his phone, guiltily explains to his friends that he might be late to their dinner, then flies out the door before he can wonder if it's a trap. In the chill of the December night, Anathema waits casually, greeting him with a waggle of her fingers when he arrives. She's holding what he recognizes to be a canvas wrapped in festive red cloth. Did she steal a painting? Why?

"Awful cold out here without a coat," she says, the cheerful tone coming through even with the voice modulators. "Wanna borrow my cape?"

He ignores her geniality, instead fixing her with a hard glare. "What do you want, Anathema?"

"Touchy, touchy," she tuts, clasping her cape back on. "It's the season of giving, so I thought it would be nice to give you a gift." Daniel can't see her smile through the mask, but he can imagine the grin when she says, "You know, to repay all the good you did for me this year."

"You're one to talk," he mutters not bothering to hide his bitterness.

"I'm serious," she insists, propping up the canvas and gesturing at it with a flourish. "I know we have our differences, Danny, but I really did want to treat you tonight."

"I don't want anything you have to give." His voice is harsher than he meant it to be, but he can't bring himself to care. It still hurts, the way she uses his nickname so casually. She acts as if nothing happened between them, while Daniel still has to turn off the news everytime her name comes up.

He's waiting for Anthema's reply, but after a beat of silence, he realizes it might not be coming. Was she... hurt by that?

"Well, you're free to reject it if you want," she says, the chipper tone a little too forced. She sighs theatrically. "And after all the trouble I went through to get it."

"What... is it, anyway?" he asks hesitantly, hating the fact he's actually curious. Anthema straightens, her usual bouncy energy coming back, and Daniel regrets asking.

"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but since you asked so nicely," she drawls. "It's some painting of a little known artist I came across. Honestly, I don't even remember the name. I think it was..." She taps her chin. "Mmm, Norma Lee, or something like that?"

He stares at her.

"Hmm, you haven't heard of her?"

He can barely collect his words enough to gasp out, "I can't accept this!" Then, he remembers that she's a villain and frantically adds, "Cecilia, return it now."

"Sorry, Danny boy, no can do. I have plans tonight– I can't deal with all that headache." She spreads her hands, the painting wobbles, and Daniel can feel his blood pressure spike. He's already instinctively clutching onto the tacky Santa wrapping, trying to slow his beating heart.

"Tell you what," she hums, "I'll give you the reciept, and you can return it in your own time. Sounds good?" She doesn't wait for his reply, pulling out a crumpled paper from seemingly nowhere. Daniel's hands are shaking, and he can't tell if it's from the shock or the cold.

"Did you actually pay for this?" He turns it over, desperately looking for any sign it was fake, finding nothing. Anathema laughs at him, the sound clear and crisp.

"Of course I did. You think I don't know you well enough to realize you would give it back immediately if I didn't?"

Daniel makes a sound between a hack and a wheeze. Did she actually expect him to keep this?

"You're not going to?" She cocks her head, stance relaxed as she keeps both hands behind her back.

"I..." He looks between her. The reciept. The painting. He can't keep this. He can't.

He groans, burying his face into his hand, crumpling the receipt further. He's going to, isn't he? She claps his shoulder, and he looks back up to glare at her.

"Have fun on your dinner! Tell your friends I said hi, okay?" Once again, she doesn't bother to wait for his response, and it's not like he was going to give her one anyway. She just walks off, not stopping when she reaches the ledge, and drops. For the second time tonight, there's a visceral spike of terror, and Daniel flies to the edge, frantically searching for Anathema.

She swings down, grappling hook caught on the roof of another building, and when she touches ground– which in this case is the roof of a lower building– she rolls, detracts the grappling hook, turns back to him and salutes. He huffs in frustration, hoping she can feel it from where she's standing. Not that he bothers to check. He turns back to the painting and groans. He is going to be so late to dinner.

–––

Chen inspects the package in front of him, debating throwing it out. It's a simple one. A box, wrapped in christmas-tree patterned wrapping. On it, there is a yellow sticky note. It reads:

To: Chen

From: Your Secret Santa ;)

PS: Tell Spoon Merry Christmas or I'm blowing up HQ.

He knows who it is from, of course. If the message below hadn't tipped him off, the handwriting would've. Cecilia hasn't bothered to mask it, which makes sense. Ever since it was revealed she was Anathema, she's hidden from them less and less, to the point where it's clear she's taunting them about it. Ricardo and Daniel, unfortunately, are falling for it. He's unsure about Argent or how much she knows, but since Anathema was already flirting with her before Cecilia, he supposes there's not much of a difference.

Spoon has come up to the table, sniffing at the package with interest. Chen pets him to stave off the excitement, contemplating his options. The threat is a joke, but it's concerning how Cecilia was able to get his address. It's also a testament to her telepathy or her armor that he hadn't spotted any trace of her when she rang the doorbell to deliver his package. In either case, her abilities alongside being able to dig information on the Rangers at will is a dangerous combination.

The package has been sitting with him for the past five minutes now, which at least proves it isn't a timed device. He can't be sure of the risk involved with it, though. Would Cecilia take this opportunity to set a trap? It doesn't sound like her, but while painful to admit, he has been wrong about her before. Is he willing to take a bet on a woman he could never understand?

He sighs, hand hovering above the present. Slowly, tentatively, he tears away the wrapping. As he does, Spoon's excitement grows, to the point where he stands pawing at the gift Chen unwraps.

He looks inside.

It's... sweaters.

He tugs one out and groans. It's clear these aren't meant for him. 'ANATHEMA' is printed out in bold letters, her visage swooshing her cape at Chen. A glance inside the box confirms that there are others, this time with each of the Rangers. All of them are, of course, dog sweaters.

Spoon keeps licking at the box, and Chen finally pulls out the last of the gift– a smaller box full of dog food. Fancy beef and very, very expensive, if the tag on the side is anything to go by.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. He should've known. This is hardly a surprise; it is exactly something Cecilia would do. Spoon is licking his hand, so he takes one of the packets out, heading to the bowl, Spoon padding behind him happily.

"Merry Christmas, boy," Chen mutters, as Spoon enjoys his gift.

–––

Argent brings her bonnet closer to her ears, tugging her scarf down as she speaks.

"I'm supposed to be taking you in by now, you know."

She spotted Cecilia on her walk home from the bakery. If Argent hadn't noticed the mix of blonde and grey peeking out from underneath the hood, she would've walked right past her. It's not everyday Cecilia Rider dresses in such drab clothing, after all. She's only wearing a grey hoodie over a simple shirt and pants, making her look like just another delivery girl serving last-minute shoppers on Christmas day. Her cane doesn't even have stickers on them, which is equal parts surprising and disappointing.

Cecilia tugs her cap down, raising an eyebrow at her. She fails badly at trying to keep a straight face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just here to make a delivery. For..." She pulls out a slim gift from her bag, pretending to squint at the letters. "Mrs. Angela Smith?"

Argent rolls her eyes, punching her shoulder.

"Hey!" Cecilia rubs at it, pouting. "Fine, I see how it is. Maybe you don't deserve a gift."

"Too late," Argent smirks, snatching it out of her hand when she moves to put it back.

"Damnit- hey, give it back!"

Argent holds it over her head and out of reach. As if that would stop Cecilia. She pulls Argent in and swipes for the present, nearly toppling the both of them over. Argent has to dig her heel into the ground to regain balance, Cecilia still on top of her trying to make a grab for it, and stuff it in her bakery bag in a single move. Victorious with her prize, she grins and finally pushes Cecilia off her.

"I can't believe you stole from me. On Christmas!" The look on her face is slandered enough to make Argent snort.

"That was supposed to be my gift. Technically speaking, you stole from me." She takes out a biscuit from her bag, chomping down on it. "What are you doing here, anyway? The project isn't finished until next month. Don't tell me you came here just to give me a gift?"

"Alas, it's true," she sighs, leaning on her cane dramatically. "I am but a humble woman doing my civic duty of giving to those in need." Her cheeks are rosy red when she smiles, highlighting the glint in her eyes.

"Hm." Argent takes out another biscuit, swallowing it in one go. "It's getting cold. does this humble woman accept her payment in apartment dates?" The idea of spending Christmas with somebody after so many years makes her mouth twitch a little, but who knows? It could be good for the both of them. Cecilia frowns at her, lips thin and pursed. Not upset, more... surprised. As if that wasn't a thought that even crossed her mind until Argent brought it up.

Looks like Argent's not the only one used to spending the holidays alone.

"I'd love to," she says, voice so wistful that Argent's almost surprised when she continues. "But I gotta run. I'm already late."

Argent shrugs. "Your loss." A thought occurs to her, and she narrows her eyes. "Wait. You're not going to make your plans my problem, are you?"

"Wanna find out?" The grin is wide enough to be a challenge.

"God, no," Argent groans. "Hurry up and go, I don't want to know."

"Coward," she teases, already walking off. When she reaches directly beside Argent, though, she hesitates. "We'll meet up later, okay?" Her voice is low in a way the two of them only share about the project, but this time tinged with a quiet longing. "I need to see what you think of my gift."

"As if I'd let you run away without giving you my thoughts," she bites back, voice equally soft. She pushes Cecilia away, not hiding the smile on her lips. "Go finish whatever evil scheme you've planned so I can kick your ass about it."

"Yes Ma'am." One more flash of a smile, a salute, and she leaves. Argent waits for her to disappear fully before trekking up to her apartment.

It feels too big for one person, the way it always does during the holidays. She sighs, dropping her coat off on the couch before flopping on it herself. She doesn't see the point in waiting– she sets her bag down, takes out the gift, and starts ripping the elf wrapping to shreds. It's not like she's getting any other presents tonight, afterall.

She stares at the gift, still with stray pieces of wrapping clinging to the edges. It's a movie, like she predicted. What she hadn't predicted was the ridiculous elf on the cover, a man and a woman on each shoulder. The title "The Shelf Elf" is emblazoned in almost unreadably curly font, and the slogan reads, "What do you do when you need to look after somebody on Christmas?"

"That little shit," she gasps, her voice too soft for it to be an insult. She talked about this movie to Cecilia before, how it ruined Christmas for her family because Argent would play with the elf on the shelf without fail every year after seeing it. She hasn't watched it in years– they stopped making copies, and for obvious reasons, she couldn't keep it once she left home. Did Cecilia steal it? Buy it? She doesn't want to think about either case. It leaves her feeling too sappy, and she's unexpectedly grateful Cecilia isn't here. If she picked up on that, the teasing would be insufferable.

"Fine, then," she mutters, taking out the tape and popping it in the TV before sinking back down onto the couch as the movie starts.

For once, she might actually enjoy this evening.

–––

Anathema is late. That should've been strike number one.

When she does arrive, she greets him with a flourish and joviality, then heads off, presumably, to enjoy the rest of the party. However, while Dr. Mortum was in the middle of conversation with a few guests, she failed to announce her presence as she snuck up behind him, scaring him half to death when she placed a hand on his shoulder. It was only a matter of luck that he didn't spill his drink. That should've been strike number two.

Mortum looks into his glass, silently wishing it held champagne. It was a safety measure not to include alcohol in the menu, drunk villains would be a disaster, but he firmly believes it would make dealing with the woman next to him much easier. As it is, the fizz of his soda will have to do.

"Mon amie, what exactly did you call me here for?" he asks, looking behind her to make sure nobody tries to enter the room she pulled him in. It still feels awkward to use that name for her– 'Ma cherie' had settled into his mouth quite nicely over the years he's known Ace. The damage of their relationship may have been repairing, but the smallest discrepancies tend to be glaring.

"I came to apologise," she says. It's impossible to tell her tone with the dissonance of the vocal distorters.

"Over...?" He circles a hand for her to continue. There are quite a few things Cecilia has to be sorry for, though to her credit, she has put in the work for most of them.

"Being late to the party, of course." She cocks her head to the side. "And for nearly spilling your drink."

"It's fine," he sighs. "Please just warn me next time. When you're going to be late and when you're going to pull me aside," he adds as an afterthought.

"It's not," she insists with an unusual heat that comes through despite the modulators. "I had a few appointments to take care of, but that's no excuse. So..." She reaches into one of the compartments in the side of her armor– he's still proud of that addition, and the fact she finds use in it– and pulls out a singular box, wrapped in a decorative ice skating pattern. "I got you this."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "Presents aren't allowed, Anathema, you know that." Another precautionary measure. Villains can be... touchy about what gifts they get, and prone to jealousy. He silently debates whether this should be her third strike.

"Good thing this isn't one. I told you, it's an apology." She holds it out.

"One might even call it an apology gift." He makes no move to take it.

"Consider it a bribe, then. For your continued good will."

"And if I choose not to accept?"

"Then I'll have to try harder."

Mortum pinches the bridge of his nose. That has the tone of a challenge, and if there is one thing he's come to learn about Cecilia, it's that she can never back down from one. A part of him wonders how far he can take it before she gives up, which is a silly thought, because she simply won't stop. He's forced to admit that it would be easier to everybody involved– including the rest of his guests– to take the bribe.

"Fine," he sighs, taking it out of her hands and stuffing it into his trouser's pockets.

"You're not going to open it yet?" While he can't be entirely sure, he's almost certain she's not happy about that.

"If we're considering this a bribe, then I'd prefer to be discreet about it," he explains, a thin smile playing on his lips. If he knows Cecilia, and he would like to think he does by now, she'd be dying to know his reaction to her gift, and Mortum is much, much more patient than she is.

"I can be discreet!" she complains, gesturing to the room. "I took you in here for a reason, didn't I?"

"And I appreciate that, but I like to go the extra mile." His teeth flash white, and Cecilia sighs.

"Nobody has any appreciation for gift givers anymore," she laments.

"You have a whole party ahead of you. That's more than enough appreciation, don't you think?"

"I wish." She steps a foot back and looks around, the cue that the conversation is over. "The party is lovely, but I have other matters to attend to tonight. Have some drinks for me, okay?"

"We don't serve alcohol here," he points out.

"Another reason I have to go, then. Who hosts a party without any alcohol?"

Without bothering to wait for his answer, she saunters off to the door. Just as she leaves, she turns to him, adds, "Oh, and Peak is starting a fight in the kitchen," and closes the door behind her. It takes him a moment to process what she said, but when he does, he's left desperately scrambling out of the room.

The party was mostly successful, aside from the brief scuffle between Peak and Chronos Claw. Peak had been handled appropriately, by which Mortum means he kicked them to the curb with a suitable warning for next time. He's finished cleaning most of the trash; the decorations he can deal with tomorrow. Mortum pours himself a well-deserved glass of wine and sighs contentedly, taking a seat at the dining table. As he does, though, something digs into his leg. Frowning, he takes out the offending object.

It's Cecilia's gift– in the bustle of the party, he'd forgotten about it completely. He purses his lips together, contemplating it, before giving in and unwrapping it cleanly. The box inside is a plain white, giving nothing of its contents away. Part of him is tempted to shake it for hints. The other part of him argues that if this is fragile, he could be left with no gift. The debate holds for roughly half a second before he reluctantly opens it without clues, adjusting his glasses to get a proper look inside.

It's a simple gold watch, chic and sleek. He takes it out, inspecting it, before noticing the small, almost unnoticable latch on the bottom of the watch-face. Intriguing. Suspicious. If this is a prank, Cecilia is officially banned from any future parties, and potentially his lab.

Against his better judgement, he flips it. A small holographic screen lights up, painting his arm in blue, and his eyes skim through the words.

He can feel himself smile. Oh, this is a fun, fun toy.

He recognizes it now: a compact EMP ray, capable of targetting and killing certain electronics. He turns the watch over again, and, ah, there it is– a button, just under the watches' crown. That should be the button to fire it. He'd considered getting one for himself before, or perhaps even making one, but he never had the time or reason to. Not to mention, in his lab, a stray fire could be disasterous. Now that he has it, though, it'd be much easier to deal with the more technologically advanced threats. Perhaps even clients, if some prove to be too risky. It's a wonder how Cecilia got this. Or why she felt the need to gift him it in the first place.

Mortum cringes, rubbing his eyes. He's been avoiding that line of thought since the party: the fact that Cecilia only went to it in the first place because of him. It was invite-only– did she feel obligated to come? To make up for everything that had happened between them?

'Consider it a bribe, then. For your continued goodwill.'

How much of that had been a lie?

He sighs to himself. Deeply. He supposes he can overlook Cecilia's strikes. For now.

–––

Ricardo dumps the marshmallows into his steaming mug of hot chocolate. Looks like he's spending Christmas alone this year. He's gotten too busy to take the drive to visit Mama at the Ranch. He thought about crashing at Chen's, but decided against it. He's not in a real holiday mood this year. A bitter thought that this could've been the first Christmas he's spent with Ceci since she came back worms its way into his brain, but he squashes it. He heads out of the kitchen, pauses at the fridge, then pulls out a bottle of bourbon. He's probably gonna need it tonight.

He heads for the living room, trying to decide if he'll get a book or not. Maybe the TV instead, he's not feeling like-

Movement?

He swivels to the couch. Somebody's there. Sitting on the armrest, kicking their feet, and...

He blinks.

"Cecilia?"

She looks up from staring at her own legs, waving at him.

"Hey."

Ricardo doesn't think. He carefully sets the mug and the beer on the table, turns back to her, and lets sparks fly.

"Wait, wait!"

She raises both hands up, abandoning the cane she's been twiddling with. She's a damn lucky bastard he didn't actually try tasing her. He's caught halfway between his punch, narrowing his eyes. He doesn't know why he let her speak– maybe instinct. Shouldn't have given her the opportunity, she'd take that as an invitation, and she loves the sound of her own voice.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is hard. He hasn't moved an inch, his fists are still raised, daring her to speak. She takes a deep breath.

"Have dinner with me?"

He has to pause to make sure he heard her right, staring at her incredulously. No, that was stupid to do. Of course he heard her right. Who else would have the audacity?

"Seriously?" He asks anyway. He's pretty sure he's in a fever dream.

She lowers her hands, but continues tapping them on her legs. "It's Christmas. I left my armor at home. I promise I won't try anything." She looks physically pained when she adds, "Please?"

There are a million questions swirling through his head right now. Where has she been? What does she want with him? Why now? Too many thoughts at once, so he does what he always does and blurts out the first one that comes to his mind.

"How did you get into my house without your armor?"

Ceci's smile is small, but it has some of the same mirth as her usual ones.

"Villain secrets. Sorry, Ric. Maybe up security a little if you wanna keep me out." There should've been a wink at the end of the sentence, but she continues fidgeting with her skirt, her cane, her fingernails. Anything she can get her hands on. He sighs, straightening himself up again and dragging a hand over his face.

"Give me one good reason I should have dinner with you instead of throwing you out right now." He glares at her, keeping his voice unyielding.

She's quiet for a second, the plastic bag on his couch he didn't originally notice rustling as she pulls out a bottle. "I brought beer?"

"I have bourbon," he says deadpan, gesturing to the table.

"...And gifts?"

Ricardo raises an eyebrow at her. "Paid?"

"Hey, I tried." She spreads her hands, irritated, voice stronger than it's been all night. "The seller tried to scam me out of it. That is not my fault. He got exactly what he had coming to him."

Ricardo holds his glare for one second. Two. Three, and he sighs again, deeply. "Soy un maldito idiota... fine, but you're helping me with the food."

She lights up in equal parts shock and delight, and he feel himself regretting this already. She swings off the couch in one smooth move, taking her cane and plastic bag with her.

"You got anymore of that hot chocolate?"

"Are you going to spike it?" Ricardo picks up his mug and bourbon, heading back to the kitchen. He can hear Ceci following behind him.

"Well, duh," she says, like he knew she would, setting her bag down at the counter. "But..."

"But?"

She takes out a single box wrapped with reindeer print and hands it to him. He frowns at her.

"We're not saving it till after dinner?"

"Just open it, jackass."

He shrugs. He's not going to deny himself a gift– some would say he's got a soft spot for them. He's not gonna deny that either. He takes it, ripping the wrapping, enjoying the feeling as it tears. The box that greets him is white, with a generous helping of teal and black. There's a bold heading and a picture at the front that...

"You're kidding," he says, hands working to open the box before he even finishes his sentence. There's no way Cecilia would do something like that.

Yet there it is– a goofy Sidestep mug, identical to the one sitting cracked on his shelf.

"They still make these?" It's the only thing he can say right now. His hands are settled on the counter, not touching it.

"No. I had to track down some asshole collector for it." She pulls out her own box as she talks, revealing a matching Charge mug in all its glory. She looks so pleased with herself it's hard to buy her annoyance about getting the mugs.

"Did you get that from your seller too?"

She snorts. "No, and he's lucky I didn't. I could get this one from the official store, it's just too overpriced." She holds up her mug in cheers.

"You don't even have the hot chocolate for them yet," he points out, but he's smiling. She lowers it, raising an expectant eyebrow at him.

"Then hop to it, Sparkles."

"You said you were helping!"

"I said I was helping with the food. I didn't specify how I would be helping." She does a sweeping gesture with her arm and a bow. "Consider me your moral support for tonight."

There's a mix of grumbles and curses before Ricardo reluctantly accepts his fate and gets the pot, while she sits on the counter beside him chatting about nothing and everything. When her cocoa is done– generously spiked with bourbon and beer– they clink their mugs together, Ceci with the widest, most honest smile he's seen in weeks.

"Hey Sparkles?"

"Mm?"

"Merry Christmas."

He can't help the small smile worming its way onto his lips.

"You too, Ceci."

[bulliness]

Blog one: *makes post about a bug they moved or an animal that they encountered*

Blog two: hey that was me actually :)

Blog one: okay well can you get out of my house please!

Blog two: :(

Me, everytime: *WHEEZE*

[elysium-the-true-faceofsalvation]

So, to celebrate me releasing all of the character profiles, i've decided to create a "silly" post with a bunch of trivia of all of the characters! Not all is silly

Silly Headcanons

(is it a headcanon if it's created by the writer?)

Aoi has an old tennis ball that is basically completely destroyed, but he refuses to throw it away.

Emari always walks around with a golden earring on her left ear, but she would never explain how she got it when anyone asks. And her favorite food is ice cream :3

Syouga always has a pen on his pockets that he keeps fidgeting with. Never let this man near a clickable pen, he will NEVER stop clicking it.

Reika has a diary that she had ever since she was 15 and she never misses a day of writing on it. Everytime that it got full, she would try to buy one that was basically identical to it.

Haru's gay gay homosexual gay and had a boyfriend he met in 8th grade :3. Also, he dropped out of highschool.

Harlow always wanted to have a child, but she has never met someone to do it with and never had the time to adopt one.

Genki doesn't know how to read, but he will never admit to it out of fear. But he will always try to practice every day, but he has a hard time with it.

Saki hates being at her school and at home, so, she spends most of her time on the streets doing nothing.

Eisuke is an elementary school teacher and works on 1st to 5th grade classes. He also has a very hard time falling asleep at night.

Even if it doesn't seem like it, Akari is a very introverted and indoor person. She doesn't really have any friends as she doesn't bother to make any. Weird for someone like her, right?

Numen is really bad at cooking, but only a few have the heart to reject what they cook, because everyone knows Numen would be heartbroken if that happens.

The Overseer is literally just a face on a TV. No one has seen him physically, not even Numen.

Lyrics of songs that really fit them

(That's a long name)

Aoi: "Support the family, don't stray, display, obey, you must be perfect, oh-oh You suffocate the ones you love, that's not just something you forget. But I'm done with your games, I'll go my own way"

Emari: "Wheeze through the night as my lungs burn inside. As I fake through the day that never subsides if I, Can't call to mind all the words or the lines, I'll try; To ride the train wherever it will go tonight"

Syouga: "Secrets you bury deep within the sand. Like truth trapped in the night. The fears behind your eyes. Tell me what's hidden deep within your mind."

Reika: "This is what I've come to be (This is what I shouldn't be) This is what I wanna be."

Haru: "Before I knew, it withers way too soon, that one word that rings true. And now, a fruit will bloom in my heart, I can't move. Within the mirror's sight, there's a painting inside. A sign of "makeup" lighting the loss in my life."

Harlow: "Come on, let's throw away our minds. Dance on cloud 9. Forget about the stress of life, ra-ta-ta. We'll fight the sun and have our fun until tomorrow comes. So wipe the tears from your face, and roll the night away."

Genki: "Deep inside I've always been Reaching out for a hand, so don't let this be the end."

Saki: "The mourning of one still alive."

Eisuke: "It's a fragile state of mind. Like I'm losing sense of time. And the world is moving on while I am left behind. It's a never ending wait. For a sign to change my fate. Like I'll never reach the end of this forsaken chase."

Akari: "Give me your love, give me your love, give me your love. More, oh more, oh. Give me your love, give me your love. Going insane by love so much."

Numen: "Both of us are hated by our own lives! As we're both intoxicated by a sad goodbye. Without ever knowing what it means to die. Both of us are hated and berated by our own lives."

The Overseer: "Look at how they crawl around Upon the ground like little ants. Yes, but how they fascinate, confusing fate. With what is merely chance."

(I wonder if somebody knows where each of those lyrics belong to.)

Voice Headcanons

Numen: [x]

Aoi: [x]

Emari: [x]

Syouga: [x]

Reika: [x]

Haru: [x]

Harlow: [x]

Genki: [x]

Saki: [x] (She hates her voice.)

Eisuke: [x]

Akari: [x]

The Overseer: [x]

Andddd, that's it! I hope that can keep you guys well fed while i'm working on the Numen Voice drama and the Undercover mv. I hope i'm able to release it soon!

[psychedelic-ink]

For whatever reason ppl keep reblogging that stupid “age gap is gorss” ask from me and every time it’s in the notes my brain processes “gorss” like it’s being said by the “dog that goes gorp” meme… which if you haven’t heard, just look it up. Its a sound bite of a dog falling on something and the noise the dog makes sounds like “gorp” 😭 idk where I’m going with this I’m very tired and I’m home sick rn so

I DID NOT KNOW THIS MEME AND I JUST WATCHED IT AND I WHEEZED OH MY GOD DFVDVFDVD

and yeah I keep getting notifs for that post, who would've thought that we would all be amused by a typo lmaodvfd but ngl I giggle everytime I see it

also very sorry that you're feeling homesick!! sending you the biggest hug and much love!

[two-red-lungs]

I'm telling u rn everytime I stalk look at your acc and just all this eddie content I feel at home, one with my people, I just love the shit I see and everything u post ily and you're doing great but also to add to this -

Imagine Eddie hiding @ Reefer Rick's place yk the boat thing and you're obv there with him to keep him safe and Jason and his goons are hunting Eddie cause of all the alligations and he's yk losing his shit and somethin about him with the broken beer bottle ready to pounce on anyone makes you want to pounce on HIM so you basically tell him to keep quiet while he's whimpering and moaning softly as you suck his dick, and he's like worried to get caught but at the same time he finds it so fucking hot because you're like "Look at me, baby, look at me, pretty boy" and he just whimpers and lets out the pretty boy moans and eventually Jason just leaves and shit and Eddie just goes ballistic and begins to thrust in to your mouth begging you to let him fuck you and how pretty you look with your cheeks filled up with his cock I- AM FERAL 👹👹👹👹

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU-

How does it feel to be the ONLY PERSON CORRECT ABOUT EDDIE???

NGL you’re 100% on the money seeing Eddie all weird and panicky and ready to defend himself absolutely Did Things to me so I can totally envision this happening (fans myself)

Your take on it is LITERALLY JUST PERFECT so I’m gonna AU a bit

The car door slams out front and there are distant voices: men’s voices.

Eddie hisses out a “shit” and drags you down with him against the wall underneath the boathouse window, free hand clutching the broken bottle.

You can literally hear his heartbeat from inches away, feel his hot breath on your face, how tight and ready his expression is, coiled and prepared to spring at any second.

His fingers are so tight on your forearm, crushing you against him, so you can feel his body heat and jesus, a girl just can’t help herself right? There is only so much temptation one person can be expected to resist.

Really, it’s his fault you feel this way. That sort of thing demands a punishment.

When your hand starts slowly, softly, like whisper-softly palming him through his tight pants he looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, opening his mouth to speak. You clap a soft palm over it.

“Shh. Wouldn’t want us to get caught now, hm?”

Physical touch is kind of a chemical overload for Eddie: he gets real stupid, real pliant, and real needy. So crushing him up against the wall, pressed between stacks of tarp-covered boxes, is easy.

He is literally huffing like he’s running a marathon the second you get his cock in your mouth, and every time you swallow around it he squirms: his knee hits a box with a thud so you use both hands to pin him in place (which is absolutely just making him harder)

He has no thoughts. Brain? Gone. His entire world has narrowed down to your tongue on the silky head of his cock, focusing on wanting to thrust up into your wet heat even while your painful grip on his hips stops him.

He’s chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” in a wheezing whisper, jumping and shivering even harder when one of Jason’s goon’s rattles the boathouse lock, calling to his friends.

And you just stuff a messy bundle of fingers into his mouth, pads pressing down on his tongue. He cums mutely, back arching on the wall, literally while Jason is peering in the window and scanning the empty boathouse/the untarped boat, you two just out of sight.

The dude has no idea that right under his nose Eddie “The Freak” Munson is getting the goddamn soul sucked out of him.

“Pack it up, boys. We got bad information.” You hear Jason say only inches above both of your heads. You’re still holding Eddie’s cock in your mouth, sucking so gently on the end and feeling his entire torso shake in overstimulation under you. Still he keeps quiet. Such a good boy, keeping quiet.

Only when the car engine turns over and drives away again do you give him reprieve, pulling fingers from his mouth and watching his chest heave, pulling yourself up to head height to drag sweaty strands of hair away from his face and croon accolades.

“Good boy, look at you, you did so good for me Eddie, holy shit. Kept so nice and quiet. My pretty, perfect boy. Taking orders like a champ.”

He just looks up at you with wide-blown pupils and cheeks so flushed with arousal they’re splotchy. “You’re fucking insane.” He says with a grin. “God, I love it.”

THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK ILY

[smallestapplin]

hello! can i request ingo, emmet, piers, and guzma (separately) with a crush who loves to try to make them laugh? personally, though i am not much of an extrovert at all, if i see someone who doesn’t look like they’d laugh very often/seems to keep to themselves a lot, i’ll do everything just to make them laugh (i do this with a guy at work and it’s my favorite thing). their crush tells them jokes that match their humor and they all realize that a lot of their time is spent laughing with their crush (or almost laughing depending on your interpretation) and IDK i just think it would be cute! making ppl laugh is my fav thing i’m like their own personal little jester and they are my kings

‘Somewhere my future boyfriend is fake laughing at his partner’s lame ass jokes rn, be patient king, a true clown is on the way.’

(One more after this!)

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🔲Ingo🔲

- A part of him understands, having been told he doesn’t have expressions or just look angry all the time.

- But he loves your jokes, especially train related ones are his favorites!

- If you are around he can always be heard laughing, it echoes throughout the station and your home.

- Your jokes are most likely what got you two together, having most likely battled his line and threw a joke or seven out there.

- He was trying to be professional but your jokes are too funny for him and he spent that whole battle covering his mouth, trying to keep it down.

- (He is the king of laughing without smiling.)

- Ingo loves hearing your jokes, his day is no longer complete without them.

🔳Emmet🔳

- He is the smiling conductor! A smile is always on his face.

- Your jokes make it genuine and a light reaches his eyes everytime.

- If you every tell him a joke while he is laying on his stomach he kicks his feet. (You know the one.)

- Prefers more cheesy flirty stupid jokes.

- If you can manage to land that he giggles like a school girl.

- Unlike Ingo, who’s laughs loud and gracefully.

- Emmet’s laugh is usual either choking sounds cause we was caught of guard, a dying mightyena, or a normal genuine laugh mixed with snorts.

- He will even give you a few of his jokes back.

- Elesa has made several posts about the ‘two moronsexual dumbasses that are making jokes in between making out.’

🎸Piers🎸

- You’ll get a few pity snorts from him but that’s it for a while.

- Once he actually starts bonding with you do you hear his laugh.

- Or better yet see it.

- He has a decently loud laugh that will slowly turn into a mime laugh, he is holding his side and moving like he is laughing but there is no sound.

- Piers’s jokes are usually a little on the more twisted side.

- Though he prefers more funny story type jokes.

- The type of jokes that make you put your phone down in a ‘what the actual fuck Richard?’ Kind of way.

💀Guzma💀

- you’re jokes are what made him like you.

- He was all threatening, then you hit him with a joke.

- He slapped your back howling with laughter.

- You probably guessed it, when Guzma laughs it’s loud and he’s smacking you like he’s putting out a fire.

- Doubling over and just wheezing.

- He likes jokes that are batshit crazy or completely horny.

- Guzma likes more ‘he asked me if it was whiskey or perfume so I downed the entire thing and said it’s perfume.’ Jokes.

- Guzma enjoys it a lot! Even more so if you think his laugh is joke.

- Ain’t nothing about him is cute! But it’s you saying it so he lets it slide.

- You make his day, hell his week brighter everytime.

[assortedvillainvault]

The Bloggening

Aight then, time to tell y'all what's coming up next!

As you can see, my asks are now disabled, and will continue to be so until I clear out my to do list. Said to do list is as follows:

Masterlists, Drafts, DV'Cule prompts, and OF COURSE, my ASKS.

Holy hell peeps I've got a lot of asks (thank you all sm!!)

In More Detai! The bloggening plan is as follows:

Masterlists To Be Created For;

Hades COMPLETE

Jafar COMPLETE

The Horned King COMPLETE

Captain Hook COMPLETE

Captain Barbossa COMPLETE

Davy Jones COMPLETE

Yzma COMPLETE

Drafts To Be Completed;

Breakdown of That One Arcane Scene that makes my chest hurt COMPLETE

C. Hook 'Teaching Reader how to Dance' Ask COMPLETE

Reblog of a @disney-android-foundation post that makes me wheeze COMPLETE

DV'Cule Prompts to Write;

Out-Cheating the Carnival COMPLETE

Frollo Does Not Approve of Anything, Ever, Pt. 1.5 COMPLETE

Frollo Does Not Approve of Anything, Ever, Pt. 2

Hades Has to Pick a Plus 1 COMPLETE

By Talos this Can't be Happening, Frollo Edition

ANOTHER Undead Sorcerer?!

Ask List, In No Particular Order;

Romance One Shot, Captain Hook X Reader COMPLETE

Imhotep Summons Pitch Black, Headcannon/Drabble COMPLETE

Fluffy Confession, Barbossa X Reader

Friends to Lovers, Hades x Fem!Reader COMPLETE

Dr. Facilier, Headless Horseman and Horned King. Fluff Headcannons

Pitch Black X Human!Reader, Headcannons COMPLETE

Married Life with The Horned King, Headcannons (two-part ask)

Retro Video Game Love, TFP Starscream X Reader

Witch/Mage!Reader X The Horned King, Headcannons COMPLETE

You're a DemiGod?! Jafar X DG!Reader, Headcannon/Drabble COMPLETE

Who's the Better Pirate?? Hook, Barbossa, Davy Jones. Headcannon/Drabble COMPLETE

Comfort Headcannons, Starscream OR Darksiders Character of My Choice (Undecided)

More Hades x Eldritch!Reader, Headcannons (Two requests) COMPLETE

Hades X OCD TransMasc!S/O, Headcannons

NOS4A2 X Electomancer!Reader, Headcannons

Imhotep X Insecure!Reader, Headcannons

Thieving Meet-Cute, NOS4A2 X Villain!Reader, One Shot

Hades vs Lost Kittens, Drabble COMPLETE

“Did you just bite me?” prompt, DV'Cule One Shot

“Keep screaming. No one’s gonna hear you.” prompt, Starscream x Human!Reader COMPLETE

“Don’t bleed on my carpet” prompt, Imhotep X Reader

“You licked me!” prompt, TFA Blitzwing X Reader COMPLETE

TFA Blitzwing X Chaotic!Reader COMPLETE

Family Kidnapping, NOS4A2 x Reader Headcannons/One Shot

"I remember you" prompt, Horned King X Reincarnated!Reader COMPLETE

"Comforting touches" prompt, Davy Jones X Reader COMPLETE

Return to the Resturant! DV'Cule vs Waiter Headcannons/One Shot COMPLETE

Imhotep X LovesPDA!Reader, Headcannons COMPLETE

“Don’t bleed on my carpet” prompt, Hades X Reader COMPLETE

That's Everything! I'll be Editing and reblogging this post as I go!

Btw in the absence of asks feel free to comment/reblog and say stuff in tags for that sweet sweet serotonin and writing juice to fuel me onwards. I cry with joy everytime someone takes the time to leave me a sweet message or say how much they enjoyed my work, means a lot!

Premptively I'm going to thank everyone for your patience as this won't be cranked out overnight XD

[ameliora-j]

twin flame ii // gw x reader

words: 2k

warnings: angst. like a LOT. bestfriend breakup, mention of blood

a/n: this one is significantly shorter than the first,, sry besties :)

part one | part three | part four

your heart twisted itself in pained knots, increasing the pounding of your head tenfold. it had been this way for days now. christmas with the weasleys came and went and the tension between you and george was thick. you could barely even look at each other without passing hard glares. you had all planned to go to the field at the back of the burrow and play quidditch, and you were currently tasked with collecting george. you knocked gently on the twins’ door before opening it. “hi georgie,” you beamed.

“hello butterfly,” he spat the nickname bitterly and you were taken aback. you ignored the twinge of pain in your chest as you stepped further into the room.

“um… we’re all gonna go and play quidditch. if you wanna join,” you offered a smile. “i need my broom partner,” you had never learned how to fly a broom. you figured life should be lived on the ground, the way merlin intended it to be.

“no thanks,” he grumbled.

“c’mon georgie, we’re the dream team!” you persisted.

“why don’t you ask charlie to be apart of your dream team. seems he’s already replaced me with everything else in your life,” the last part was muffled, not intended for your ears, but you still heard it. you furrowed your brows slightly before answering.

“don’t be silly georgie, i can’t play quidditch without my partner. you can’t break up the dream team,” you pushed, ignoring your confusion.

“yn, i’d really rather not watch you eye-fuck my brother. go ask him to be on your team. or better yet, learn to fly a broom. it’s truly not that hard of a task, even a simpleton such as yourself should be able to catch on quickly,” he seethed.

your heart skipped a beat as it sunk to your stomach and tears pooled at your bottom lash line. you nodded once and pivoted on your heel to leave the room. you sniffled quietly as you closed the door to his room and went downstairs. “george?” fred asked as you came into view.

“he doesn’t wanna play,” you murmured half heartedly as you pushed passed the group of people to go outside. you released a sigh as you plunked yourself down onto the grass, lying back and throwing your arms over your eyes as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.

“hey, ynn, c’mon you can fly with me,” charlie offered with a smile as he held a strong arm out to you.

“nah, ‘s okay charlie. i’ll watch with fleur and hermione,” you murmured softly.

charlie’s brows furrowed slightly. you had never called him ‘charlie.’ it was always ‘char char.’ “you okay?” he asked and you simply nodded in response. he released a sigh as he jogged to the center of the field where his other siblings, and harry, were at.

“what happened mon amour?” fleur asked you softly.

“he called me stupid,” you sniffled. “said i replaced him with charlie but i didn’t,” you whimpered softly as you confided in the two girls sat on your sides. “he hates me. this was a stupid plan. ‘m just gonna go home,” you sobbed softly, causing fleur to pull your head to her lap as she trekked her fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t know he would react like this,” hermione spoke softly.

“not your fault, mione,” you murmured half heartedly as you stood and wiped your eyes. “‘m gonna go home,” you released a shaky breath as you pushed yourself to stand.

you dusted your bottom off as you walked back into the burrow. you waved your wand, packing your stuff neatly in your bag before you wrote a note, thanking molly and arthur and left it on the counter. you grabbed your bag and headed to the fireplace, throwing the floo powder and taking yourself to your childhood home.

“hey yn!” your older brother greeted. “thought you were spending break with the weasleys?” he asked, confused.

“yeah,” you murmured despondently as you walked up to your room.

“okay?” his brows furrowed slightly. when you got to your room, you took out a pair of sweatpants and a gryffindor sweatshirt that you stole from george’s wardrobe and forced yourself to shower.

the water was hot. boiling even. you should have flinched at the heat. screamed. cried. something. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were uncomfortably numb. so you just stood there, unmoving, staring at the shower wall as the scorching hot water fell over your body. your breaths came out irregularly as you stood there. your body was screaming for you to get out. to turn down the heat of the water. to do something to stop the pain of the burns. but your mind told you that you deserved this. you needed to feel something other than the pain twisting around in your chest.

by the time you stepped out, your skin was tinted with a slight pinkish color. you took a ragged breath in as you dried yourself off and pulled on the sweatpants and sweatshirt. you didn’t even bother brushing through your hair as you pulled up the hoodie and tied the strings tightly. you whimpered soft as your tears made a trail on the floor on your trek back to your room. you crawled out of your window and climbed up to the roof. you ended up falling asleep on your roof, exhausted from the weight of your tears.

~~

you spent the rest of your christmas break—and longer—at your own home. you didn’t return untill fred had owled you telling you had three more days of paid vacation for the year. you flooed to your shared apartment with the twins and changed into your uniform, brushing through the knots in your hair that had accumulated over the days you laid in bed, sulking. you walked down the stairs into the shop as you pulled your hair into a ponytail and took your post at the till. “sorry ‘m late,” you murmured to fred, who appeared to be filling in for you at the present moment.

“you okay, bunny?” fred asked as he slid over so you could take over. you could only manage a despondent hum as you began working.

“thank you for shopping with weasley’s wizard wheezes, were you able to find everything okay today?” you asked the young wizard at the counter with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

that’s basically how the rest of your day went. forcing your tears back everytime george had to speak to you and being only half present with the customers instead of your usual lively self. when the day had ended and george locked the doors, you walked into the twins’ office and handed fred an envelope. “what’s this, bunny?” he asked you.

“my two weeks,” you murmured softly.

“you’re quitting?” he asked with raised brows.

“yeah,” you murmured. “found a job uh… closer to home. my brothers will be by to collect my stuff tomorrow,” you told him. “‘m gonna go pack,” you didn’t let fred say more as you quickly turned on your heel and walked back up to the apartment. “sorry,” you murmured as you bumped into george on your way up. he only gave you a distracted grunt in response.

as you walked up the stairs, you heard the argument brew between fred and george on your behalf. “fix her!” fred demanded.

“i didn’t do anything!” george defended.

“you broke her,” fred pushed back.

“she’s fine,” you could practically hear george roll his eyes.

“she’s quitting.” fred deadpanned.

“what?” george asked, shock lacing his tone.

“and she’s moving back with her brothers. so go and fix her. make this right,” you decided to end your eavesdropping here and rushed upstairs and into george’s room, where all your things were kept. you knelt on the floor as you took out your suitcases. you were halfway done when you heard the door creak open.

“butterfly?” your heart twisted and tears stung the backs of your eyes at the nickname you hadn’t heard in over a week. “whatcha up to?” he asked.

“packing,” you murmured softly, but he heard. and boy did he miss your voice like hell.

“for what?” he asked curiously as he sat on his bed.

“‘m moving back home. got a new job,” never once did you look up from your task, for you knew if you did, you would break.

“where at, butterfly?” he knelt on the floor in front of you as he began to help you fold your clothes.

“some muggle bookstore. ‘s close to the house,” your murmurs could barely be heard over the loud thumping of both of your hearts. however, george picked up on every word. he grasped your hands in his, effectively stopping your progress. “george please,” you whispered.

“look at me, butterfly,” he demanded softly.

“george,” you repeated a little bit louder.

“look at me. and tell me this will make you happy. and i will let you walk out that door.” you didn’t. you couldn’t. you knew that this isn’t what you wanted as well as he did. “you can’t, right? because it won’t,” he pointed out.

“i can’t be here, george. i don’t want to be,” you told him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“why? because of me? because i will leave. yn, if that’s what it takes to make you happy, then i will walk out of that door and go back to live with mum. you only ever have to see me in a professional setting. and i’ll communicate with you through fred at work,” he spoke seriously.

“i don’t want that, george. and neither do you,” you told him.

“i don’t, but if it makes you happy then that’s what you’ll get,” he told you.

“no george!” you shouted.

“then what do you want?!” he shouted back.

“you george!” you yelled, finally meeting his gaze. “i want you! i’ve only ever wanted you but you’re too fucking stupid to see what’s right in front of you! i mean merlin’s beard george i’ve been in bloody love with you since fifth fucking year but you’re never seen it!” you finally released all the emotions you’ve been holding in for years. “i just wanted you,” you whispered softly, your voice cracking as tears fell.

you pushed yourself to stand from the floor and waved your wand, packing the rest of your stuff as you grabbed your suitcase. “butterfly, i-“ you quickly cut him off.

“don’t, george.” there was acrimony written all over your tone. “i don’t want your pity.” you sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes. you passed fred on your way out.

“yn?” he asked softly.

“bye fred,” you murmured softly. “i changed my mind. my resignation is effective immediately. i won’t be in tomorrow.”

“yn wait,” fred called.

“please don’t,” you shook your head. “d-don’t try and get me to stay. please just… just leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“i’m sorry…” he spoke softly. you just shook your head and wiped your tears away as you flicked your wand to apparate back home. when you landed on the road a few miles away from your house, you let out a wail of agony. your arm had splinched during the apparition process. you took a deep breath and pushed yourself through it. you knew this was a bad idea. every wizarding book in history advised against it. even a muggle would know not to. but you pushed past the thoughts to apparate into your living room.

“yn!” your older brother shouted as he saw you, blood pouring from your splinched right arm. you were only able to take two steps before you fell to the floor of your living room. you let out a soft groan and a whine of agony before closing your eyes, letting the feelings consume you. the pain in your arm cancelled out the pain in your chest as you let darkness overcome you, falling into the void, listening to the frantic screaming voices of your siblings.

stupid feelings. stupid boys. stupid george weasley. stupid twin flame.

twin flame. it’s almost laughable now. what a lie.

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So i finished watching the first season of CBS Ghosts, so this is the sequel to my first impressions post. My brain is preventing me from coherently creating thoughts but i know if i dont post this now i will never post it ever.

My thoughts in a big unfiltered list (sorry):

--Isaac is still my favourite character and he is going to forever live rent free in my brain. Him constantly gasping dramatically, him saying Hamilton was “fiNEee” with an eyeroll as hes battling with his love for theatre and his hatred for Hamilton. Icon behaviour. And Isaac and Nigel are so sweet and i love them so much. Everytime he pushed Nigel away i was screaming crying throwing up, silly guy behaviour over here.

--Nigels accent made me fucking wheeze as a british person, its so posh its hilarious and i love him for it

-The contrast between The Captain’s repression and Isaac’s acception is really great and i love them both dearly.

--Trevor is better in my brain now, he barely hits on Sam anymore so uncomfortableness has been vanquished and his backstory made me like him more. I like the twist and how he’s different from Julian with the fact that he didnt die in the act. Im separating them more in my head

--Jay is slightly better i guess? yeah thats it. hes allowed to exist, his and sams relationship still dont really have the right vibes for me but idk its probably just me

—Isaacs and Hettys relationship is so adorable like go off besties gossip about men but very specifically nigel

--Okay im going to be honest some of the episodes dragged and werent really enjoyable for me? maybe its because i thought there were thirteen episodes and when i was finishing episodes ten i was like hyped like “ok im nearly finished lets go!!!!” and then i checked and saw there were EIGHTEEN.

--Episodes i liked a lot / loved:

8)DND

9) Alberta’s Fan

15) Thorapy

16)Trevor’s Pants

17)Attic Girl

18)Farnsby & B

(Mostly because they had Isaac +Nigel in some of them. Also you can see the massive gap which is when i began to lose hope in existing)

--Episodes i hated:

13)The Vault

(BURN IT WITH FIRE. Elias’ ghost power made me want to scream and i had to mute it and fastforward it at on point bc my secondhand embarrassment was too strong for me to handle. The only good part of this episode was when Elias went down -into hell im guessing- and the ghosts screamed collectively. That was funny )

--The humour is really different from BBC ghosts. CBS is less subtle and very outright! i did laugh out loud quite a lot (Mostly bc of Isaac tbh. Also “Oskar is squirrel”).

i do think that its more “in the moment” type humour, if that makes any sense? like i laugh in the moment but i cant remember any jokes from it that i would reference in daily life, BUT maybe thats just because im comparing it to bbc ghosts which i had an allconsuming obsession with and can quote whole parts of episodes off the top of my head and which i influenced my parents into watching it too so we both know the jokes. so yk. its probably just me (again lol)

--also, CBS ghosts treats the Ghosts deaths in a very lighthearted way. None are very heartbroken over their deaths and many easily tell the stories of how they died. I do like this but sometimes they try to have some emotional moments?????? i mentioned this before but they literally have no impact

compared with BBC ghosts which treats each Ghosts death with varying degrees of poignancy, its very different and a nice change

— im glad i got to see more of Sasappis and Flower, theyre both icons tbh. im still wondering where Crash is?? Ive seen him maybe three or four times and one of them was in the background?

UHHH so to conclude,,, i think its a mostly entertaining show with interesting characters! Ive been rewatching a few episodes ive really liked. The episodes i didnt like as much would serve as good background noise i think.

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Just an random ask: does observer have more ever-lasting scars like her lip scar, that can't be healed? And does scrap have them too? If yes, I want both of their families react to those scars (it's a headcanon that I thought of, because both of them goes into dangerous missions and fights, and there's no doubt that they get injured everytime :D )

They do actually!

Observer has some scars from The Incident because the Julieta from The Incident never gave her healing food, only food from others. (It never healed because it was never healed for a year)

Scrap is- actually I just remembered one from a post lmao, she has a lichtenberg (Lightning scar) on her back and left arm, they went to an AU and the first thing she did is to surprise Pepa lol. Although she forgot about it because of her bandages.

DRABBLE IT IS THEN

(I have to post it first just incase it kickc me out of tumblr again, it is NOT finished yet!)

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Ridiculous Scars

One used to wear her scars in pride, while the other laughed about their own.

They forgot about it, they really did, it brought them "funny" memories.

But then some idiots decided to be awake in the middle of the night while the other started a fight.

——♠︎◆♠︎◆♠︎——

The Observer Madrigals were sleeping, so Observer Mirabel herself got up from her bed and walked out of her room.

She wore a simple black tank top and black shorts, her poncho wasn't seen. She slowly walked downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water when she suddenly heard wispered voices.

"And then they were roommates!" "Oh my god they were roommates." It confused her on who in the world would be awake IN THREE AM.

She silently marches in, her eyes completely glowing red, she snaps her fingers making the ceiling have light, and surprising the two people.

"Why in the absolute FUCK are you awake!?" She fumed, she completely forgot about the fact she wore a tank top that shows her weird scars.

Oh.

OH.

OH THE PARENTS WERE AWAKE.

Observer Mirabel blinked in surprise, she noticed that everyone awake was gaping at her with wide eyes.

Agustin literally sputtered, Pepa had a massive raincloud over her head, Felix was calm but his eyes decieve him.

And Julieta looked close to tucking her into a blanket and giving her her favorite food and drinks, while Alma looks like she's about to have a heart attack.

Observer blinked multiple times and rubbed her eyes, five of them were staring at her arm scars.

She rose an eyebrow, "I'll fucking explain once YOU tell me WHY are you all AWAKE!?"

——♠︎◆♠︎◆♠︎——

Scrappy Mirabel was just roaming around the town/village when someone suddenly bumps into her, "Oi watch it trash." Out of reflex, she responded.

"Trash? That's the most common insult I have ever heard and you were the one who bumped into me behind me-" she clasped her hands to her mouth, she looked to who bumped into her.

Oh, it was two of her bullies, Ricard and Juana. Both of them looked furious at her.

Juana was the first to reply, "Why you little-!" She tries to land a punch on her when she dodged it, 'The punch is sloppy and not properly aimed.' Scrap thinks.

She was going to run away when Juana suddenly aimed for a punch again, the people around them already wanting to interfere.

Scrappy Mirabel dodged the punch again, she has no time for this, "Oh you want to fight? I'll give you one!" She excitedly exclaimed and jabbed her, sending her to the ground.

Ricard suddenly tried to interfere by trying to scratch her, making her left bandage come off and reveal a lightning scar.

Scrap's eyes twitch, Ricard tried to grab her collar when she reacted faster and dodged.

"Ooh your punches don't make a sense." Scrap said in confusion, they looked lkke they never saw a fight and started one for entertainment.

Juana was already up and tried to grab her by the hair, 'Oh hell no you won't' she kicks Juana by the legs, making her fall again. She punches Ricard in the stomach, making him wheeze in pain. She punches him again and again to the point he fainted.

She was focused on Ricard that she forgets about Juana that she hits her in the back of the head.

She stops, "What? Are you in pain now? Pathe-"

THUD

THUMP

"Idiot, you're too prideful to be like that." Scraps says, she looks at her fist, it had bruised knuckles from punching them hard enough to make them faint, but not enough to break a bone.

Everyone was looking at her lightning scar now, it was on her left arm, she could hear some of them saying the name "Pepa" repeatedly.

She quickly walks away, knowing that Dolores heard the fight and told her mom and dad- and maybe sisters- maybe tìa-

"MIRABEL!"

Oh so everyone?

Pepa was looking at her scar in utter horror, a dark storm cloud above her. Julieta and Agustin looked like they wanted her to be put in a blanket roll and give her her favorite drink.

She looks at them wide-eyed, then to her lichtenberg scar on her arm, she point at her left arm, "Oh wait you're staring at this? This actually has a funny story I'll tell ya-"

"HIJA WHY DO YOU HAVE A SCAR ON YOUR ARM STRAIGHT TO YOUR BACK-"

"DAMN IT MIRABEL THIS IS WHY I SHOULD TIE YOU UP IN VINES!"

"Hm! Now I'm starting to panic on how did it form"

"Clear skies clear SKIES-"

"MIRABEL!" Ah- abuela is also here.