#took me a few plays for me to like it

[canarydraws]

Andromeda 💙💜🩷

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[taffingtons]

december arrives in the commonwealth.

featured mods // winter redone + seasons change + splash of pine trees + xxray's winter tree addon + true grass + true grass winter retexture + vivid waters + waterworld + REACTOR ENB + NAC X

[scoriarose]

My absolute favorite part of this video is you can literally see the moment she decides she's going to get into mischief!

Look at how she moves, slowly and carefully toward the gap at the end of the pillow. Before this she'd been wanting to dangle down in that gap and have a look around- however that's dangerous as she could fall behind the bed and that wouldn't be the easiest place to retrieve her from. After first blocking her with my arm, and gently scolding her when she neared the edge after that she'd quickly turn around and come back to me.

The time in the video above is different. Her curiosity overpowered her and she decided she'd go for it. Once she made that choice, all her focus goes on that gap and she goes a bit faster. Her body language indicates excitement about the fun thing she is going to do.

They have a lot of quirks they share with cats, and keeping a hognose from exploring something they are curious about is like trying to keep a cat off a bed. A moment later they'll be back where they were. The easiest way to stop this, especially when they want to go off the edge of a fall hazard, is to "play airplane" where they can safely see what they were curious about, sate that curiosity, and then immediately give them something else to play with. So long as they got to see whatever they wanted to investigate I haven't had the diversion after fail.

It's also good to let them see this way, that way you show them you are there to help them achieve their goals- not restrain them or prevent them from their achievements. You are able to get them to the areas they want to see, so they don't need to be sneaky about it. (I did, in fact, let her look around and she really enjoyed herself. Hognoses absolutely love dangling down and slowly rotating around to look at everything. She enjoyed the opportunity very much. Sometimes I give her tours of the house, and she likes that too.)

[retrogradedreaming]

Forgot to post this here, but this is my entry for @/veed_arts 10k DTIYS on IG!

[mitskiluvr]

watched the persona 5 proof of justice ova from years ago and was getting acid reflux with how queer everything was... what do you mean its just 20 minutes of joker mourning his boyfriend. that's the entire ova.

[seiwas]

instagram dump with your selfship! (model/actor!au sel x satoru ver.)

seltoru behind-the-scenes dump — work days and winding down~

liked by sstoru and others

sellybelly last week's shenanigans ✨ 1: shoot day! 📸 2: nails sponsored by mr. gojo satoru 💅 3. loved our outfits for the awards 🥺 (thank you dior! 💫) 4. that feeling when you change into home clothes tho >> 5. maybe he's pretty sometimes 🙄 6. caught him in the act (texting me during a meeting 😭) 7. satoru in hair & makeup (some good sleep he's had there 🤧) 8. our lil treat to end the week 🍓😋 9. phone hijacked by mr. gojo satoru 🧿🧿 👁️👁️

sstoru knew you were obsessed with me 😌

thanks for the tag my love @tteokdoroki this was so so fun 🥺 tagging: anyone else who wants to do this!! it's so pretty and so fun 🥺

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello Stranger. Whom I have never met.

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[gemallass]

Accidentally made a 1,198 words ficlet as a sequel of sorts to this post

Cross-posted on Ao3 too if that's more comfortable

Can you imagine that's how Stan finds out that Ford regresses? 🥺

Without waiting for a proper response to his knocking he barges into Stanford's room, after all, Stanley is a man on a mission right now: Making sure his very intelligent but also knucklehead of a brother doesn't miss on a proper meal, which, could end up in two different ways.

Case one, he has to wake him up. Or at the very least get him conscious enough that he can get a bearing of his surroundings, and, hopefully, not feed the floor too much of his food.

Stan doesn't care if Ford ends up falling asleep on the table while he cooks something up for the both of them. He doesn't care if Ford blinks one eye at a time and eats even slower, which delays the task of washing the dishes and has him counting the stains on the ceiling for the next hour. And he certainly doesn't care if he has to guide or even carry Ford back to his room when he, inevitably, ends up falling asleep at the table again.

So long as he's not starving and overeating later, anything is fair game.

Case two, he has to convince him to get away from his work, which is never easy. And after having had a few arguments over eating (turned) cold hard food, bringing the meal to said room and leaving him to it isn't an option anymore.

They both know hot meals are a privilege, why waste it?

But they also know that the habits that once helped you make it to another day are hard to get rid of.

Stanley also isn't balancing the plate on his lap, either, when there's a perfectly fine table in the kitchen. Thank you very much.

He complains, mostly to himself, no doubt, about how he can feel his stomach disintegrating due to not having put anything in it--never mind the fact that he merely woke up minutes ago--but stops abruptly when he's inches away from the end of the bed-couch. And with a hand still hovering above the covers, he finally takes in the scene before him.

His brother, the interdimensional criminal, certified badass, owner (and creator?) of a hundred spacey-looking guns and the man that went through hell at the hands of a yellow demon--who Stan also wishes he could turn into his personal punching bag to use until the end of times--and still got out alive, with most of his sense of self intact, even, was sleeping with a goddamned plushie of half his height.

And with a dark blue pacifier in his mouth.

Oh, he's so not letting dear ol' Sixer live this down any time soon. He rubs his hands together while a mischievous grin appears on his face at the mere thought of a few remarks and jokes he could do.

After all, Stanley is not going to miss the chance to expand his arsenal of things to tease Stanford with. I mean, c'mon, he looks utterly and completely adorable! What's Stan to do? Ignore it and break the sacred sibling's code? Blasphemy in its purest form, he says!

Plus, the guy looks pretty relaxed too, a whole change from the usual deal. And vulnerable, which, did also differ a bit from the usual.

Hm.

That last thought brings his previous scheming and snickering to a sudden halt. He takes a seat on a free spot on the couch, careful to not touch the sleeping man at his side, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to let the peaceful atmosphere continue. Maybe even keep it from being disrupted.

Yeah, he could do that.

Because at last, Ford hadn't woken up at the slightest sound, and started pacing as if he hadn't been asleep moments ago. At last, Ford didn't seem to be fighting for his life when he was supposed to be the most relaxed, according to normal people (and verified by his fellow nerds). At last, Stanford hadn't jumped out of bed and taken the stance of a threatened wild animal when his brother, his twin, Stanley, entered his space. Something that he seemed to have learned for survival purposes--which Stan can also relate to--and that he doesn't really fault him for, yet that it came with a price when people close to you were involved. Hurting them one way or another.

Which, speaking of, he isn't sure if Ford would take kindly to him knowing about... This... That he does.

Stanley doesn't think anything about it. Really. Specially since it seems to be so effective on helping Brainiac sleep for once. And it appears to be harmless, so, who cares? Not him, that's for sure. But, if Ford had wanted him to know, he would've spoken or at the very least mentioned it, right? Back on the boat, there were nights where they slept on the same bed due to old not-so-happy memories resurfacing, or even just nightmares involving either them or the other, and they could use the reassurance that everything was and is okay and also that the other was safe and relatively healthy (some habits did start to catch up with them and did not mix well with the old man problems. (Cursed be the nicotine manufacturers on Stan's case)).

Did Stanford need it then and there but abstained from it to not seem "weird" in his brother's eyes? Please! Stanley ran a business in Gravity Falls for 30 years, for Moses’ sake!

Surely he knows that the jokes he throws at him are just harmless banter and that he never means it as a genuine attack, right? He must know he wouldn't judge him for something like this, right? Jeez, Pointdexter, I wouldn't hit you so low. Stanley thinks. Not again, never again.

Were it not for the--quite painful--pang and literal growl of his stomach, Stanley would have continued studying his sleeping brother and thinking about how to approach the topic. If at all. But alas, he's needed somewhere else. Somewhere with fresh food. And maybe coffee.

As gently and slowly as he sat down, he gets up, but freezes mid-way through when the still figure decided to not-be-so-still anymore. His brain scrambles for a way to book it out of there without making a sound while his heart beats in his ears. Finally, when he sees that Ford was definitely still asleep, and that he also feels his soul come back to him, he gives the rest of his body permission to continue working as usual. His lungs being the first to get back into action with a big release of air and subsequently an intake.

He glances back at his brother with a soft smile one last time before deciding to take his leave.

Stanford can have his secrets. Stanley would make sure to guard and protect them (and him). Ford didn't have to know that Stan knew, if that's what he had wanted in the first place. Stanley could keep his mouth shut.

Besides, it wouldn't be lying if it was never brought up. Nothing for him to deny, so, Stan is on the clear here.

. . .

Hopefully.

[tohruies]

i'll give you a piece of your favourite candy if you can tell what happens next ! ! 🍬

um 🥹 . what happens next is that . we . um . we kiss . um and . and when we pull away from each other, i cradle his face in my hands and look at him in distress, “yao, i think we need to kill femi.” he nods slowly, a bit concerned, but still takes me in his organic arm and uses his bionic one to propel us out of his house and to femi's location (yes he breaks the roof in the process) (yes we are still half naked) (yes we time-skipped into your plane of existence). he sets me on my feet and i run and break down the door to your house and hold you at gunpoint. <- gun that shoots out heart-shaped bubbles (they will kill you from how cute they are). you grovel at my feet, tears in your eyes. “coco, it had to be done, there was no other way!” i don’t care anymore. i hold the barrel to your forehead and then... the scene cuts to black before anyone knows what happens next. christopher nolan style ambiguous ending. period exclamation mark justify paragraph save as pdf upload file. aaand submit.

there, i told you what happens next … MAY I PRETTY PLEASE HAVE MY CANDY NOW 😒 /SILLY

[renatogpadilla]

Of Fear and Fireworks.

It was just supposed to be a standard patrol.

Nothing out of the ordinary, thought Lux, just to get the locals' minds at ease. Supposedly, there had been reports of a monster in these woods, something that took the unaware at night and left only mutilated corpses in its wake...

Lux wouldn't even have taken the job if she hadn't noticed the sightings were getting closer to Isha's neck of the woods. She'd enjoyed her friend's company too much to let some monster (If that's even what it was, it could have been just a rabid wolf!) get the drop on her. Or worse, give her a reason to run... Though Lux didn't think she would run anymore.

She'd taken two guards with her tonight, some of her brother's company, just in case. To look official! She'd have to learn their names after this... It didn't feel right to face the unknown with someone if you didn't even know how to call them other than "Soldier". Duty first, then she'd buy the boys a drink!

She'd also taken a little rucksack with her... Just in case she needed the staff she kept inside. She hoped she didn't... She wasn't sure how these two would react to being saved by a Mage, if it came to that. And she couldn't really swear them to secrecy, since they were har brother's men...

She REALLY hoped she didn't need the staff.

They reached the edge of the woods as night started falling. Lux thought to herself that maybe she could get rid of the guards after that drink... Pop over to Isha's hut and spend some time with her friend, tell her all about the monster she'd vanquish tonight! Yeah, she was looking forward to it now...!

So when they did their rounds around the area and almost struck midnight without coming across anything other than the occasional ominous crow, Lux started to feel the blues coming on.

"If this is just a mangy wolf," she thought to herself "I will light up this whole forest, secret be damned."

By the end of the night, Lux would wish it had just been a mangy wolf.

They were about to leave when one of the guards spotted something.

"Over here, my lady!"

Lux still wasn't used to that... 'Lady Lux' had a nice ring to it, sure, but the implications of that...

When she reached the soldier, she couldn't help but notice that there were more crows around than before. That didn't feel right...

"What is it?"

"Doesn't seem like something that should be here, does it?"

He pointed a torch towards a small clearing in front of them. There, with crows all over the trees, lit in such a way that the moon seemed like a spotlight, stood a squalid, raggedy scarecrow. It didn't seem too good at its job, considering its company...

"Was that there before?" Lux asked... She would have seen it, right? It was obvious!

"I'm pretty sure we would have-" The soldier started, but was cut off by a scream from the other side of the clearing. The voice of the other guard that had come with Lux. The older one. Screaming like he'd seen a ghost... And then sharply cut off.

The two didn't need to say anything. They just bolted to where the sound had come from.

Not a mangy wolf, then.

The crows had started cackling. Not cawing, mind you. Cackling. It sounded like laughter. The kind of laughter when somebody knows something you don't and is clearly enjoying your cluelessness... Lux was really starting to hate crows.

When they arrived at the source of the scream, they saw nothing. No monster, no guard... Not any indicator of a struggle of any kind.

Then something dripped unto Lux's hair... She checked what the liquid was. Red, sticking to her fingers. Blood. Fresh... The crows finally shut up.

She wished she hadn't looked up. She'd never forget what she saw.

Up in the trees, hung and with limbs twisted in directions limbs should never twist, bleeding out of a gaping hole in his mouth, was the missing soldier, massacred, dangled from a tree.

She had to resist the urge to throw up.

"Gods, no." The other soldier's voice came. "What the FUCK even does that?!"

"Stay vigilant. Whatever it is, it's not gone!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Shield was up and sword was out... Brave little soldier, Lux thought...

"Do you see anything?"

"Nothing." He answered. "Though the laughter is getting on my nerves.

"What laugher? The crows are quiet."

"You don't hear it?" He said, clearly terrified. "But it's so loud! I hardly hear anything else! Wait! That voice..."

Lux was fighting every urge in her body not to light up. Her hand clutched the staff inside the rucksack.

"What voice? Soldier, what do you hear?"

"I just wanted to do right, mom..."

"What?"

He wasn't talking to Lux. A crow in one of the lower branches was looking at him, and he seemed in a trance, talking and crying like a scared little boy.

"I wanted to do right! They're Mages! They deserve what they got! They're not people!"

Before Lux could even process that, she was splattered with red again.

Clean through the armor, a hole the size of a bowling ball, clean through the boy's torso...

"Not... people..." Was the last thing he wheezed out before he dropped. Lux wanted to scrape the blood off of herself... Too much... Too young...

She should have learned their names.

She felt something move behind her, and she lit up on the spot.

Jinx, on her hut, was exceedingly bored. When's she coming over? I want to see her light something up! She was beginning to realize how much she was starting to depend on Lux for entertainment. Before, she'd have been able to find something to shoot and call it a day, but now that she had a friend...

Well, at least she'd gotten some tinkering done! Pow-Pow and Fishbones were in the best shape they'd been in months! She figured maybe it was time to show Lux... She knew she was good with machines, but she really did want to show her her babies! These two were her most wonderful works! Even if they were weapons of mass destruction, Lux would like it if it was hers, right?

Right...?

She didn't have time to ponder as a scream ripped through the night.

Now, Jinx lived in the middle of the woods. Wild animals were a common occurrence! People got mauled ALL the time! And that voice had sounded too deep to be Lux, so what did she care who got gobbled?

She took a few steps to the window, and turned down the lights, just in case.

Then, at the far end of her vision, she heard another scream, higher-pitched, and every single hair on her body stood on end. She saw the woods light up from here, brighter than she'd ever seen Lux get... She would see her work tonight.

She grabbed a big backpack she kept under her workbench and bolted out the door, into the night, in the direction of the voice as fast as she could possibly go...

The voice sounded like Sylas... Lux thought that would be the worst part.

It wasn't.

The vision was infinitely worse.

"Hello, Little Light." Oh, that voice was NOT as pleasant as she remembered... "What's wrong?"

She didn't know when they'd moved. One moment she was in the woods, now she was in... Demacia City. The main street. People in hoods all around, and the floor littered with blood and bodies... Civilians. An absolute massacre. She knew the people in hoods were Mages. She knew this was her fault... She thought she saw Garen among the bodies.

And at the center of it all, Sylas.

His hands were on her shoulders, and that voice that was his and wasn't at the same time boomed again...

"We never could have done this without you."

Her hands were covered in blood... She tried to scream, but her voice was gone. She tried to cry, but blood came instead of tears... Blood she knew wasn't hers...

Gods, it wasn't hers... She couldn't breathe... Like she was choking on thin air...

Sylas spoke again.

"This is what you were born to be. This is what you will always be... Don't worry, Little Light. We see you... We love you."

And somewhere in the distance, she heard the crows laughing again... Enjoying her pain. Her dread. Her fear... And she would have wept if she could have. But she couldn't. It was all blood... It was all blood.

And then... Another noise reached her ears. Like canon-fire, but lighter. Faster. Incredibly fast.

And then a voice she would know through any Hell.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!!"

Isha... Wild, mad, beautiful Isha! She followed the voice and realized there were cuts on her. Her legs had been... Bit? And then her mind cleared.

Crows. All around her, diving her body and taking small bites whenever one passed her by. Crow bites littered her legs like tattoos, her sleeves and arms tattered and bleeding. She could live with that. She would live with that! If she didn't, she couldn't get back at whatever had done this to her.

And then she noticed the crows thinning out. The light cannon fire was louder. A LOT louder, and then she noticed a crow drop at her knees (Oh, she was kneeling... That wasn't a good look.), dead and with a hole in it's wing and head.

Then another and another and another, multiple dropping a second. She saw small flashes in front of her. Tiny projectiles of pink and blue moving almost faster than the eye could track. Bullets. Demacia didn't use those a lot...

But she wasn't Demacian.

Lux had never been so impressed or so glad to see anything in her entire life.

There, standing her ground, with an absolute mammoth of a gun, multiple barrels worth of firepower spinning rapidly, muzzles flashing like fireworks, dropping crows like she was born for that exact purpose, and pissed out of her mind... Was Isha the Witch.

Fireworks... Yes. That was the word. That was her magic. And Lux couldn't help but be inspired by it.

Jinx, on her end, was absolutely fucking fuming.

Who dared? Who had the GALL to hurt her friend?! And a block away from her hut?! The NERVE on this bitch! She'd make sure to let them know they weren't shit before she put a bomb in their mouth!

"DROP DEAD, YOU FILTHY FLYING BASTARDS!"

Pow-Pow was working like a charm... Good! Nothing like a good first impression!

Lux got to her feet. Her hands shot up and light burnt about 10 crows back to Hell where they belonged.

Atta girl! Jinx was so proud! The little Flashlight seemed a whole lighthouse now!

The crows finally got the memo and started to fly away from them, getting lost in the dark and scattering into the night.

That hadn't been it. She KNEW that. She could FEEL they weren't alone...

Lux threw her arms around her before she could process that, though.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." She sounded exhausted. Ragged breathing. Panic attack. "I don't know what I would have done."

"And you won't have to figure it out. We're not out of the woods yet, though!" Stay on track, Jinx. There would be time for hugs later.

Lux nodded her head. Then she grabbed Isha's face and planted a kiss on her cheek. Gods, she was so glad to see her!

Then she jammed her hand into her rucksack and pulled out her staff. She didn't notice her friend having to reboot her brain.

"Where are you! Show yourself, coward!" Lux exclaimed, with as much authority and vitriol as she could muster, which, as it turned out, was a lot at this moment. Jinx was shocked she could sound so mad!

The thing didn't take long to answer.

There, coming out of the woods, shambling like it was being puppeteered rather than walking on its own legs, was the scarecrow from the clearing. Now that they could see it more clearly, it felt... weirdly patchwork. Even for a scarecrow! Like it didn't belong in Demacia, or even in a field doing its supposed job or anywhere the two had known. Three metal keys hung from its neck, and what seemed to be a sickle dropped lazily from its hand. They tried not to think about how similar it was to Isha's hoodie...

And the girls wouldn't show it, but every bone in their body told them to run.

"Alright, creep. You went TOO FAR!" Jinx opened fire before she had gotten that last word out.

Pow-Pow started blasting at full throttle, bullets shredding the form of the scarecrow until it was nothing but a rag on the floor.

"There you go, that's what you get!" Jinx exclaimed.

"WhAt... YoU... gEt..." Came her own voice back from the rag, and the scarecrow started pulling itself together like nothing had happened. Holes in the rag closed, stitched together by some black mist that emanated from underneath its form. And then, when it got up and had its sickle again, it... smiled. A wicked smile. A wrong smile. Rows of sharp, razor-like metal teeth glistened in the maw of the creature that had taken the full brunt of a tricked-out gatling gun and just... Shaken it off.

"Oh... F-"

"Fiddlesticks." Lux's voice was small. Pure fear. Jinx realized she knew what this was, and whatever it was scared her friend shitless. "Like the nursery rhyme."

It was supposed to be a story. A boogie man to keep children from staying out too long... It couldn't be real!

It seemed to acknowledge Lux. Like it liked the sound of its own name... It responded in a deep voice. A dark voice. And the girls dared think that might have been it's own.

"FiIiIiIdDLe... StIiIiCkS...."

Gods, that smile could have given the Devil nightmares.

"Lux what is this thing?" Jinx asked. She didn't even try to hide the fear in her voice.

Lux didn't have time to answer before it pounced. And this thing was fast!

Isha was faster. A flash of purple met a flash of red and suddenly, before her gatling gun had even hit the ground, the witch and the scarecrow were jabbing and tackling each other so fast Lux couldn't even tell who was winning. She clocked a sickle slice on Isha's leg here, a knee to the face there, a missed bite, a nail-rake... Both seemed to be evenly matched.

Eventually, the two crashed into each other and ended up rolling on the ground. Isha was banged up. It was about this moment that Lux noticed the other bag she carried with her, tied to her back. Her witch wasn't out of tricks yet... But Fiddlesticks got up quicker. Its tattered form reconstructing itself like it hadn't just been fighting for it's... Life? Gods, Lux hoped it was life... How do you kill it if it's not alive?!

It seemed too tired to run. Good. That meant she could aim.

A blast of light came out of her staff before she could even think of doing it. Good. The staff helped. It felt more natural this way, like an extension of her body rather than a tool...

When the light connected, the scarecrow actually winced in pain. Magic hurt it!

"LiTtLe LiGhT...!" Ugh! That voice again!

Lux was going to enjoy this way more than she should.

"Don't touch her!" A blast of light. Concentrated, nothing too crazy, just enough to give Isha time to breathe.

It dodged the first one. The second one grazed it.

She blocked it's sickle with her staff, but not without getting a nick on her shoulder... That would hurt later. Now she pushed with all her might to get the monster off of her.

"NoT pEoPlE!" It moaned. Deathly. Hollow.

"SHUT UP!"

A kick sent her rolling away. She saw the sickle come down on her before she knew what happened next.

A flash of blue hit him in the back. A lightning bolt from Zapper that sent the scarecrow reeling into shock. She knew her chance when she saw it.

Point-blank. She put the staff on Fiddlesticks' torso and let out a beam of pure, concentrated light directly to its chest.

The voice-eater did NOT like that.

The whole rag caught on fire as he was sent flying away... Rolling on the floor, it pointed a curved finger at Lux, and the crows returned.

She knew they weren't a problem now. She lit immediately and started shooting them down.

Take care of them quick! Get to Isha!

Where's Isha...?

Between the storm of crows, she'd lost sight of her friend. She caught a glimpse amidst the murder.

Isha. On her knees... A black tendril connected from her chest to the scarecrow's mouth. Like it was... Oh, Gods, it's fucking FEEDING on her.

Jinx tried to get up. She struggled, as hard as she could. She'd made one slip and Fiddlesticks had taken advantage. He was burnt and ragged and tattered, but whatever he was doing to her, it was making it laugh... Like he didn't have a care in the world.

She didn't know what it was, but this feeling in her chest made her mind go back... To Zaun. To when she was strapped to a chair, getting pumped full of Shimmer.

The thing got closer to her, and from it's mouth came a voice she didn't dare hope she would hear again...

"Is ThErE aNyThInG sO uNdOiNg..." Said the scarecrow, getting closer and closer. And it didn't feel like a scarecrow anymore.

"...As a daughter...?"

And now she wasn't in the woods anymore. She was in Zaun, on a moonlit night. At a tea party. She knew it by heart.

She'd set it up herself.

And of all the people to be in it, it had to be him.

"Jinx?"

"Silco..."

And there he was. Standing in front of her, just as she remembered him. The same way she left him.

Pumped full of holes, and with water in his lungs.

"Don't cry..." He said, and he seemed to smile. A hollow smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You're perfect. Just the way you are..."

Water started coming out of his mouth. And the holes in his chest... And everywhere was flooding at once.

She couldn't breathe.

Two steps back, she hit something. Someone. Big. Strong.

"PoWdEr..."

Vander was every bit the man she remembered tall, buff, righteous... And blown to bits, pumped full of Shimmer, his body cracked under the building she'd brought down all those years ago.

His hands dug into her shoulders. And then they weren't hands. They were claws.

And then it wasn't her dad anymore.

The monster the media had named "Warwick" simply had the face of her dad... Nothing of the man remained, she knew that.

But the tears in his face, red as fire, followed by the sobs in those dog-like eyes had taken whatever sense Jinx had left.

The claws dug deeper... And deeper...

She felt herself tear her shoulders getting away. They were freely bleeding now. She didn't care. She just couldn't face him. Not again. Not after last time.

She ran, so fast and far that she didn't notice she wasn't at the tea party anymore. She knocked herself against the counter at The Last Drop.

Home sweet home, but not as it should be.

She knew who the next voice would be before she even showed up.

Sitting next to her, in her stool at the bar, was her sister Vi. Fully decked out in Enforcer gear. Jinx couldn't tell if it hurt more or less that Caitlyn wasn't here to take her anger out on...

Her sister (Not her sister, she knew... But it felt so real!) got up from her stool.

She still couldn't breathe.

"YoU rUiN eVeRyThInG yOu ToUcH!" She said. "You're a JINX!" And with every step closer she got more hurt. Wounds she knew. A nail rake here, a scar there... The marks Pow-Pow had left on her the last time they'd fought. "My SiStEr Is DEAD!"

Back away... Back away!

She felt her fist connect before she saw it, and it sent her world spiralling. She expected the floor... But instead she dropped on grass. A completely different place this time. She thought she recognized it, but where...?

She shouldn't have looked around. There, in front of a bunch of destroyed huts, were Clagor and Mylo. Their faces were crushed. Their bodies burnt... Their expressions a cruel faccimille of the people they had once been. They didn't say anything. They didn't have to. The small blue orbs they held in their hands were message enough.

She still couldn't breathe...

She couldn't stop the tears. The screams that wouldn't leave her throat, no matter how hard she tried to make them...

What followed was a sound like a ticking clock.

"AlWaYs A dAnCe WiTh YoU..." This was wrong in every way shape and form. She shouldn't turn. She shouldn't follow the voice... But she had to see him again. Just once. Just for a moment!

Bad call.

When she turned, it was indeed Ekko's face she saw. Normal at first. Handsome, brave... A flash of green around his form, and a scar appeared on his jaw. 1, 2, 3, 4... Flash! Another scar.

1, 2, 3, 4... Flash! Burnt hair and skin...

1, 2, 3, 4... Flash!

And her boy saviour didn't have flesh to burn anymore. She felt a part of her die inside...

She crumpled to her knees. She had just figured out where she was in all the panic. This was Viktor's camp. His little cult-haven where he turned the less fortunate of Zaun into subjects of his Glorious Evolution.

She had just put the pieces together when another ghost came to haunt her... Who else? Just one word left her lips... Small and almost not there, but enough that Jinx would remember it forever.

After all, it was the only thing she'd ever heard her say.

"MoM...?"

Oh, Isha... Sweet little Isha. There she was. Just as she remembered her. She was holding an orb too.

Please, no. Not again, I can't! Not her! PLEASE NOT THIS AGAIN!

Then the lights turned blue. That cursed blue hue those damned magic marbles took with them everywhere they went... And her Isha slowly, harrowingly, faded to dust in front of her. Soft smile and a tear the last thing Jinx saw upon her face.

And now she didn't want to breathe.

Lux got free of the crows. She could barely explain how. She'd started blasting as hard as she possibly could, and then, eventually, the feathered bastards had dropped her.

Fiddlesticks stood over Isha, and its expression... Gods, he looked delighted. Like it was the greatest moment of its life. Isha was the opposite. The grief in her face, the pain... Lux could make out a few words here and there as she went to them, but nothing that really made sense in the moment.

"Don't touch Isha." She said, light flying from her staff. She didn't have to scream for the scarecrow to turn to look at her. The first hit severed the connection. And again...

"DON'T TOUCH ISHA." Louder... Angrier. BRIGHTER! She felt like every single speck of light around her was saying 'DO IT! LET US FLY! LET US AT HIM!'. She would have done it anyway. A second blast. Harder than the first. It lit the cloak on fire again immediately. Good.

Luxanna Crownguard finally let everything out at once. And she didn't have to scream... She did anyways. For herself.

"DON'T. TOUCH. ISHA!!!!!"

Jinx's body reacted before she did. She didn't know what her name was for a moment after coming out of that hellish vision Fiddlesticks had put her into, but she looked away instinctively. She had a feeling whatever Lux was doing would burn her eyes off if she dared glance. So to her, it was all a big flash. A moment, where holding her head down in the woods at night felt like the sun had come out to wake her up, and then it was gone, just as it had arrived.

Not the sun. Just a Flashlight.

She did hear Fiddlesticks scream in pain, though, and that brought her immense satisfaction...

But she wasn't done with that cheap rag yet...!

When she looked up, Fiddlesticks barely looked like a scarecrow anymore... He still had bits and pieces of the sack that was his body and head, but all the straw was set ablaze. The metal teeth were the only things not scorched, and they glowed red with heat. And underneath where the torso had been, covered by half a rag and the three keys around it's neck, was a small metal cage where that dark thing that kept them tethered a moment before writhed in pain.

So now she had a target.

She threw one hand in a small pouch on her belt and another onto the sack on her back. She jammed the little blue marble into Fishbone's loading chamber with all the rage she could feel.

She braved a glance at Lux. She was still glowing, faintly... But she was on her knees. The grass around her burnt off like a nuclear scorch mark. She tried to blast the monster again.

Nothing.

Not a tiny glimmer of anything came out of her hands. Lux was absolutely spent.

She still got to her feet and clutched her staff again. She was ready to take this thing on magic-less if she had to.

She didn't have to.

Fiddlesticks lunged at her. Slower. Too slow.

It was Isha that pushed her out of the way and onto the ground. Facing the scarecrow with a... Strange contraption on her shoulder. It was long, like a cannon, but the front was painted like the head of a shark.

Lux couldn't make out more before it started glowing blue. Bright blue. Magic blue.

The scarecrow got one more word out.

"POWDER!"

Isha let out a primal, furious scream and fired.

Lux saw the... thing that came out of Isha's weapon connect with the cage point-blank, and in the blink of an eye, the scarecrow and the projectile were sailing off into the night sky, framed by the moon. A streak of bright blue light, carrying its nightmarish payload as far away as its power would let it.

Lux didn't get up. She remained on the ground, looking up at the moon, at the light... At Isha.

She saw her friend lift a pair of fingers in the direction of the scarecrow, like mimicking a gun.

She didn't say anything. She didn't take her eyes off it. Not for a second.

And then her finger gun fired. Just a gesture, nothing more, and the payload exploded.

Lux couldn't believe what she saw. The blast was enormous. Big enough to overtake the moon from where she was sitting. To paint the whole night blue for one brief, beautiful, absolutely incredible moment of pure... Relief. By her estimate, that explosion could have leveled a building all by itself, easily.

And in the center of that blast, looking back at her, framed by her own destruction, by her own power, exploding like fireworks, was Isha. Lux could admit it: She was in awe. Completely and utterly.

The moment lasted way too little for her liking.

After the boom of the explosion had left the night sky, Isha dropped her weapon. The metal cannon had done its job and now she couldn't carry it anymore. She took a few steps forward.

"Isha...?"

She didn't get another word out. The Witch just screamed. A scream so painful, so full of grief and loss and pain that it made the monster they just fought feel like a nice daydream. A scream of immeasurable hurt.

A scream that would haunt Lux for the rest of her life.

And then... She crumbled. On her knees, sobbing openly, crying like she had just undergone the worst pain imaginable, and she probably had, the witch of the woods, who seemed less a witch and more a lost, grieving child, finally stopped holding back the tears. Not because she wanted to... But because she couldn't.

And she had to force herself to breathe.

Jinx didn't remember anything after firing Fishbones. One moment, she was crying in the woods. The next, she was in her hut. In her sad excuse of a couch, with Lux dropped next to her, like a ragdoll who had seen too much play.

The two stayed in silence for a while. What the Hell could they even say?

It took what felt like forever, but Lux finally broke the silence.

"It killed my guards."

Jinx didn't respond.

"I... I- I have to get their bodies home. Their horses too... Star is still out there, and she's probably terrified."

Still not a peep.

"Listen, I won't be gone long. I'll just..." How could she explain what she felt in that moment? She did NOT want to leave the hut, but the dead deserved their dignity. "I'll send them home and then..."

Jinx just scooched over and grabbed her hand.

No words. Just a silent approval. Go. Let them rest. Be you. I won't stop you.

Lux squeezed her hand back, leaned in, under he friend's hood, and kissed her cheek again. She stayed there a little longer than she thought she should, but she really didn't care at this point.

"You saved me tonight. More than once. What that thing made me see... I won't ever forget. And I will want to, but I don't think I can. But I'll always remember that you saved me from dying to it. Thank you".

She'd spoken from the heart. The smallest, meekest curl of a smile appeared on Isha's face for a fraction of a second. That was enough, for now. That's all she could ask.

Once Lux was out the door, Jinx finally let herself think.

There weren't a lot of things in the world that could shake her. After the life she'd led, she was pretty numb to terror in general.

But tonight awoke something in her that she had desperately tried to keep repressed. Regret? Homesickness? The soft, irritating, terrifying cackle that asked 'what could've been'?

Maybe it was a mix of all of that and more. She took slow breaths. Like she was realizing she could breathe again, and slowly daring to, at her own pace... Her head craned to Pow-Pow and Fishbones on the corner of the hut. Had she dragged those there? Had Lux? She couldn't tell anymore. She couldn't care.

Oh, and then there was Lux... Jinx knew what she'd seen. What she'd faced. She had some semblance of an idea of what had been forced into Lux's head, and she felt for the poor girl. Gods, she was grateful she was here tonight! She'd risked her life, given her absolute all to keep her safe... Faced this terrifying effigy of horror, then gotten knocked down, and gotten back up and faced it again for her.

And now here she was... Alone by herself. She'd grown close to Flashlight. She hadn't meant for that to happen. And she really hadn't wanted Lux to go. She understood, as much as she could in that moment, that she had barely survived tonight by mostly luck. One missed bullet, one missed bolt of light, and they'd be scarecrow food. Or worse...

So, what now? She'd be back in a day or two, and they'd have to pretend tonight either hadn't happened or was just another wacky adventure in the woods! Like it hadn't opened every wound they had and poured industrial amounts of salt into them...

She knew one thing for sure now, though: As far as she could trust anyone, she could trust Lux. That girl was special. A fighter, like her. She could take it. Whatever they faced, Lux could take it...

Maybe, she dared think, she could take who she was without running away...

She had been terrified of telling Lux about her past in detail. The comparison to Sylas was too painful. She didn't know who it sucked more for... The girl who had to risk losing her only friend, or the girl who had to come to terms with the fact that the friends she made were a type, and that that type was 'deranged criminals' and 'I-can-fix-them's... She would have chuckled if she hadn't been so absolutely exhausted.

Then she thought some more.

A terrible idea, really.

About the things Fiddlesticks had shown her. Both her dads, dead. Her sister, better off without her... Ekko, who would kill himself trying to save her if he could... Isha...

Isha.

She'd picked her name of all things. She wanted to honor her...

She wanted to have her back. She couldn't be alone anymore! She couldn't take it!

If she had lived, Jinx would have taken her away from Zaun with her! She would have lived in the woods with her little girl... She would have... She would have...

The door stopped her from spiraling. Though honestly, it could have been Fiddlesticks coming back for round two and she still wouldn't have moved from the couch. She was done tonight.

But it wasn't Fiddlesticks, or any other monster from the dark.

It was Lux.

"I sent a message." She said, letting herself in. Her accent was in full effect. She didn't have the care to hide it. Not here.

She jammed her staff on the rim of the door. Not a lock, but it would do for now. "I told my brother not to worry about me and that the worst had passed."

Jinx wanted to ask why she'd returned, but Lux beat her to it.

"I know this is selfish of me, but..." She plopped on the couch again. "Would it be alright if I stayed the night here?"

Her eyes must have been huge the way Lux's expression changed.

"I don't mean to intrude but... It didn't feel right to leave you alone tonight. And to be completely honest, I don't think I could have ridden all the way back... I sent Starfire with the bodies. She's a brave girl. She'll see them home."

Home. For the first time, Jinx thought the hut may have felt like one.

"It's okay if you can't talk right now... I understand." She put her head on her shoulder and her arms around her neck. There was no implication about it. Just... Softness. Now that they both needed it. "I'll shut up too, but I wanted to tell you you're not alone. Maybe it's obvious with me here, but I still wanted to say it. Thank you, Isha."

Stop running Jinx. It's time. Now, while you can.

"Not... My name."

Her voice was hoarse, and little more than a breath, but she got it out.

Lux actually sat up. Jinx couldn't look at her. She was too afraid of what those eyes could say, but she was glad to tell the truth tonight.

Lux just stared for a little while. Then, after a moment, she spoke. "I figured. Fiddle-" No. Don't say it's name. Not now. Not ever. "That thing called you 'Powder'...?" She was trying to stay as quiet as possible.

The witch spoke again. "My birth name. From back when I was little. Before I hurt-" She felt herself starting to choke up. "It's a name. But it's not the name I chose."

No words had ever mattered to Lux more than these. There was something about her opening up that enraptured her. The vulnerability. The trust... She would have fought that demon again if it meant her witch... Huh.

Her witch.

She guessed she was, now. And she was her Flashlight. Not her most glamorous title, but probably the one she was the proudest of.

"Why 'Isha', then?" She asked. She felt like she could ask... Maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to hear her talk more.

Nothing could have prepared her for the words that came out of the witch's mouth.

"To hear it again. To know it wasn't a voice in my head..." And Jinx let herself be human for once. "Oh, Lux..." She said, tears dropping from her eyes as she finally looked at her friend.

"Isha was my daughter."

[imerian]

Aaaaand i decided to post more of my f1 crafts here so here landoscar edition (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Onse again photo without doodles under cut and some rambling in tags

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.

[bixels]

If you're getting back into a portal kick and want something that has the same vibe while also being fresh and still Portal, I would recommend you check out the Portal 2 mod "Portal Stories: Mel". It's very good and takes place just before the events of Portal 2. You play as one of the athletes Aperture used in the early days who was testing out a cryostasis pod that no one remembered to set an alarm for.

I've played it! It was pretty good, I enjoyed the experience.

[azureblooet]

Separate cotl opinion/headcanon

The fight with Nari was not close. The Lamb kicked his ass.

thats all thanks for coming