#uh idk if i should specify but

[daily-odile]

time loops going on for years scare the hell out of me to the point i cant get into ISAT, but i am very attracted to odile, so thank you for running this blog so i get to stare at her without playing/watching the game <3

luckily for us odile's too good to get stuck in a timeloop

funnier a6se version:

[obnoxiousarcade]

im thinking again

[ysrjune]

ok james kelly…maybe him and reader have had an on an off thing since high school or something…..also something something criminal by britney spears…….also smut ‼️

(idk if this is specific enough if not lmk 😭😭😭)

-🌪️

ᯓ HE'S A BAD BOY

. . . WITH A TAINTED HEART .ᐟ

a/n: College student James Kelly. I didn't specify a major for reader! That's all up for you to imagine. I don't remember if James parents were named in the movie, so I gave them names. This is more James pov.

15-year-old James Kelly and 15-year-old you were friends since the first day of high school. Sharing the same algebra class and sitting next to each other started all this. James wasn't shy, but he wasn't talkative.. and you were. You were talkative, so he had no other choice but to talk back because he didn't want to be rude and cause any drama.

“James, can I borrow a pencil, please?”

“James, do you have the notes from yesterday?”

“James, what are you doing today?”

James, James, James, James, James! Always asking him a question or telling him something. He never minded it. He actually appreciated that you wanted to talk to him.

Towards the end of freshman year, James and you started going out. On weekends, he'd take you to the park or to see a movie, or really anything you wanted to do. But things didn't really go the way you wanted them to. You broke up two times over the summer, once your sophomore year, again in 11th grade (and closed a 3rd time that year), and then twice again senior year. Everyone called your relationship toxic and confusing. But they just didn't understand. You weren't toxic.. confusing, sure, but not toxic. Or so you thought.

Those breakups were dumb and unnecessary anyway! You didn't even consider them breakups. They were just breaks.

Now you've been in college for a year, and coincidentally, James attends the same school. Your freshman year was chill. He didn't go up to you at all since your breakup back in senior year. The last one. For real this time. You were done with him, and he respected your wish of not wanting him to sweet-talk you back into a relationship.

James' major is Mechanical Engineering, which is way different than yours. There's no way you'd cross paths with him, and if you did, it's not like you'd try to talk to him. Both of you are busy. Way too busy for a relationship. James doesn't just go to school. He also has a (part-time) job at a body shop near his house.

After a long day at school, James returns home and is greeted by the family dog and his mother. “How was school, hon?” His mother asks. “Tiring. A little stressful. Same old same old.” James stretches and cracks his back. “Hey ma, 'M goin' out in a little while, so I won't be here for dinner.” He leaned against the counter where, on the other side, his mother was making dinner. “Are you off to see a girl?” His father asks from the dining table as he flips to the next page of the newspaper.

“No,” James responds. “Good. I want'chu to focus on your studies and not a girlfriend. The last one you had was no good.” His father responds. “Marty,” Mary says his name with a hint of anger. “Don't you talk about that sweet girl that way. You know, I ran into her at the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, and she's still respectful and very nice.” Mary stirs the pot of pasta. Mary has always liked you.

James's eyes shot up from the counter to his mom. “Did you? What did she say?” He was obviously eager to hear about what happened between you and his mother. “Oh, not much. She said hello and we hugged.. I asked her how her studies were going, and she told me a little bit about them. She asked how everyone here was doing, and then that was all.”

“Did she.. uh.” James hesitantly starts. “Specifically ask about you? No, son. She didn't.” Mary sighs. “It's okay that she didn't, Jimmy. You two should keep your minds off each other. What's done is done.”

James sighs and returns his sight to the counter. “Yeah, you're right, ma.” And then Frankie walked in. “Hey everybody.” He says, and Marty groans: "Gahh!" throwing his head back. “Can we have peace for five minutes?” Their father complains. “Come on, pa. I only said hi.” Frankie moves over to the kitchen to snag a water out of the refrigerator. “Oh yeah? Oh yeah?! You says hi, and then what happens, ah? A whole fight breaks out between you and ya brother, and who's gotta break it up? Me! Ya mutha' cant do it so I have to!”

James and Frankie give each other a confused look. “Dad, there ain't nothin' to be fighting about,” James says. “Yet.” Frankie chuckles and stands against the refrigerator. “What is this, what you doin' to my refrige'ra'ta? Awf Awf of it, boy! You see what I mean?! No peace! You're givin' me a heart attack!” Marty was making no sense with his complaining, but the boys didn't want to argue with him.

“Jimmy, where did you say you were going today?” Mary suddenly asks. “Oh. I'm just gonna sell some car parts to a guy. I won't be too late.”

That was sort of true. He was selling something alright, but not car parts. He was selling illegal drugs to teenagers in an alley. “Do you want it or not, kid?” James asks in a low, rough voice. He was frustrated. These high schoolers were practically chickening out. “Yeah, but..” One of the boys says nervously. “No buts. Look, if you take this, all your troubles are gone. You're relaxed and don't have a care in the world. Don't you want that?” James persuaded. The boys all look at each other and agree, then give their splits of money to James. And the deal was done. Well.. that one was. He still had 4 other ones to make.

By the end of all of them, it was already late night and he was tired, but he was hungry.. and he wasn't in the mood for pasta, so he went to some burger joint that was 24 hours. James heard the burgers were amazing because they were big, packed with add-ins, and their fries were amazing.

He pulls in through the drive-thru and places his order, then drives to the window. As he waited, he zoned out on whatever was in front of him until the window opened. “James.” A familiar voice calls his name. It sent chills up his spine. He looks over to the window to see you. “Y/n.” He calls back, and he can't help the grin that possesses his face. “You work in fast food? I thought you said you'd never do somethin' like this.” He laughs. You smile warmly. That laugh brings so many memories back.

“I guess I lied.” You reply. “Yeah, big time.” James keeps smiling. You give him the bag of hot food and a drink. “Here's your order.” James takes the food and drink and puts them to the side. “Thank you darlin'.”

Your heart stops. “Don't say that.” You mumble. “Oh come on, it ain't hurtin' nobody.” You shake your head. “James.. It's just.. not the time, okay? I don't think there will ever be a time for it either.” James looks down at the concrete wall and nods his head. “Yeah, okay. I get it.” He taps his finger on the wheel. “I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset ya.” He apologizes. “See you 'round school.” He gives you a small smile. “See you around.” You said back. See. Not talk, not catch. See.

Later that night, James was up thinking about you. He messed up so badly. It was the first time he talked to you in two years, and he screwed it up by making things awkward. What he didn't know was that you, too, were thinking of him.

Why did he have to call that name again? Your mind went back to fetch the memories of how loving and affectionate he was, how nice and such a gentleman.. even the fights and breakups were coming back, but you would still find your way back to each other, and it just proved how much you loved each other. Or at least that's how you thought of it.

He didn't actually see you around. His classes are way on the other side of the campus and were also in the morning, and yours were at noon.

It's a Friday evening, and James didn't work after school, which was great. He could just rest. No deals anything to make either. The only thing he had planned out for later was going to a house party that his buddy had invited him to. Did he think of you? Unfortunately, no. He was more focused on what drinks there would be, what snacks, and which of his other buddies were going. It was going to be fun, that's all he knew.

When he got home, it was just him. Peace and quiet. Great for a nap. He has a whole thing for when he naps. He closes the blinds, turns the AC on, locks his door, and gets all comfy in his bed. He has a big, warm, thick blanket as well. He likes his room to be cold so that he can go underneath the blanket. It's a little odd, but it makes him comfortable.

“Jimmy” knock knock

“Jimmy.” knock knock knock

“James!” knock knock knock knock knock

“JAMES!!!!!!” KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The yell of his father and banging on the door were heard outside, and it woke James right up. “What pa?! I'm busy!” James whines sleepily. “Busy doing what? Messing with your pecker, you disgusting perv? Get out here and take this trash out!” His dad yelled, and his stomps were heard leaving. James groans into a pillow and forces himself to get up from his comfy environment. He shivers at the cold air and digs into his closet for a hoodie.

He looks at the time.. oh, he took a long nap. He came home at 2:30 and it's almost 7.

James walks to the kitchen and grabs the trash bag out of the can. “I don't want any of that disgusting trash juice on the floor. Your mutha just mopped.”

James tunes Marty out and steps outside to where the garbage can is. Frankie is outside smoking a cigarette. “Dad's right inside, you know? If he sees you smoking, he'll have a cow.” Frankie removes the stick from his mouth and blows out the smoke. “Nah. He dont care no more about what I do and dont.” He leans against the stairs. “A little birdy told me you're planning to go to a party.”

“How do you know about that?” James asks. “Don't worry 'bout it,” Frankie replies and digs in his pocket to give James a few bags of something something. “I told a few folks you'd be there. You sell these to them.” James takes the baggies and puts them inside his hoodie pocket. “I don't know if I can do this tonight, Frankie. I'm supposed to be having fun.”

Frankie sniffs and takes another puff. “I wasn't asking for you to do this. I'm telling you. You bring me half the money, and the rest is yours.” Frankie points a ringed finger. James sighs and hesitates. “Frankie, I wasn't supposed to be doing any deals tonight. I just wanted to take a break and have fun with my friends.”

The older man stands up and looks down at his brother. “There ain't no breaks in this business, Jimmy. No bitching out. Do you wanna stay affording college? Cause that man in there ain't gonna help you, he dont care.” He points to the door. James rolls his eyes and inhales a deep breath. “Them old heads don't give a fuck about you or me, James. You're 20, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

James was staring at his brother with angry eyes but they also had the 'okay' look. “That's a good boy, Jimmy,” Frankie says and pats his brothers cheek. “Remember. Half.” He says and then walks away.

James stays in place for a couple of seconds and walks back into the house to get ready.

He showers, throws on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket over it. He wore regular everyday shoes to pair with. His cologne wasn't doing too much, but just enough for someone to smell when they or he walked past. He got a ride from his friend.

James was only at that party for 10 minutes before some guy went up to him for business. They went out to the back and dealt. It went smoothly. He was just wondering how many more times this was going to happen. In the span of 2 hours, he had sold all 3 baggies. Now he could finally have fun and drink as much as he wanted.

He joked and laughed with his friends for a while as they drank out of red plastic cups with liquor in them, they sang along to songs, and flirted with a couple of girls - they were just young men having fun at a party. “Hey isn't that Anthony?” Gerard, one of the guys in the group, asks. “Yeah, they call him ATM now, ya know? Because of his initials.” Someone else adds.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. That's kinda stupid if you ask me.” Gerard laughs. “But who's that girl he's with? I've never seen him with her before.” All the guys look over at Anthony and the girl. “He's always got a new girl every month,” James states the already known information. “She looks kind of familiar.”

“What if it's your ex, ah? She's got the same hair and everything.” Tony tries his best not to make it look like he's staring. “Nah, man. Every girl looks the same from the back. Plus, I doubt she'd even be at this party or any party at all.” James says, but even though he said he doubted it was you, it was a lie. He just didn't want to seem anxious about it in front of his friends.

“Are you sure?” Tony smirks as the girl turns to the side, showing off her side profile that was.. yours. James furrowed his eyebrows as Tony said that, and he looked right at you. His heart dropped. Why were you with EBT, Anthony? Whatever the hell they call him. Anthony isn't your type at all. You don't like guys who have a new girlfriend almost every two months, so what are you doing with him?

“Mister steal your girl.” Lucas laughs and puts a hand on James's shoulder. “What are you gonna do about that?” James turns his head to Lucas. “Man, get your dirty hand off of me. I don't know where that's been.” He tosses his shoulder, making the hand fall off. “I ain't gonna do nothing about that. It's not my business. She's not my girl anymore. I left her in the past.”

“Come on, we know you're not over her, Jimmy,” Gerard says after sipping on his cup. “You told us you talked to her the other day, right? Do it again. It won't hurt to catch up.” “You think AKA is gonna let me near his date? Get outta here.” James scoffs. “Let them be, I don't care.” Yes, he did. He cared a lot.

For the next half hour, James kept glancing over at you and ATM. His group of friends noticed, but they didn't say anything. They knew James would probably punch them in the throat if they tried bringing it up. As for Anthony, he also noticed James watching. The thing was that James didn't know that Anthony knew.

Anthony says something in your ear that James obviously and unfortunately couldn't hear or read from his lips in the room that was only lit up by dozens of different colored lights. You raise an eyebrow and look behind you to find James looking. He doesn't stop. He just lets the eye contact go on. “I don't know him.” You tell Anthony with a small shake of your head. James has an idea of what you're saying. “I think you're lying to me. James has been staring at us forever..”

You sigh softly. “Okay fine. He's my ex-boyfriend, but we haven't spoken since high school.” You weren't counting the time a few days ago. Anthony glances at James, who isn't staring anymore. “Change that. Go tell him to stop staring and mind his own business.” Anthony taps your ass and nudges you to walk off. “What? Why..”

“Because it's obvious he wants to say something. If talking to you again will make him stop being a creep, then go. This is the only time I won't be mad about it, though. I don't want you talking to your ex ever again.” Anthony says and nudges you again.

“God, you're so annoying,” you mumble as you head toward the corner where James and his friends are standing. The boys notice your approach, and Tony smirks. “Look who's coming,” he says to James. When James turns to see what Tony is talking about, his heart sinks again. “No, there's no way she's coming over here,” he says.

“Well, she is, so you better not embarrass yourself, tough guy.” Tony laughs. “Shut up,” James replied and tried his best not to look at you as you approached them.

Awkwardly, you stand in front of the group of young men. They don’t say anything; they just remain in place, waiting for you to speak first. “Hello,” you manage to say. “Hey,” Gerard responds. “Do any of you mind if I borrow James for a second?” You say and make eye contact with James.

James kept his gaze on you. Were you actually serious, or was this just a sick trick to embarrass him? The group of boys looks at each other as if they really needed a moment to think about it. “We don't mind at all, sweetie.” Tony gives the green flag.

“Thank you,” you say, looking at James expectantly. He exhales through his nose. “Lead the way,” he replies, following you to the back of the house, where fewer people are gathered. Outside is the best place for a conversation since it isn’t loud with music.

James is leaning against the tall brown fence. “Why did you bring me out here?” He asks. “Because Anthony told me that you wouldn't keep your eyes to yourself. He said it was because you wanted to talk to me.”

James raises an eyebrow. “I don't have anything to say.”

“Then why were you staring?” You shoot back.

James crosses his arms and replies, “Do I really need a reason?”

“Yes, you do. Obviously, you have one; you just don't want to tell me.”

“I don't know. I guess it's just weird seeing you with another guy, especially Anthony. At a party.””

“So you're saying that you're jealous.”

James huffs a laugh. “Am I?” He shakes his head. “Darlin', I ain't jealous of no one, okay? All I said was that it was weird. Don't put words in my mouth.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“You should stop worrying about what I call you and start focusing on how dumb this is; us going back and forth. If we're gonna talk, I wanna have a nice conversation, not an argument.” James confesses.

You look down at the ground and mirror his stance. “Okay, okay.” You sigh. “Okay.” He repeats. A few awkward seconds pass by before he starts to speak again. “So, Anthony,” He brings up. “Are you really going out with him, or are you just friends?”

“I knew you were jealous.” You smirk. “I told you I'm not jealous.” He grumbles. “Just answer the question. I'm only curious.” You smile and uncross your arms. “Yeah, we're seeing each other.” James nods. “How long?” “Almost a month.”

Okay. It's not too serious.. James thinks.

“And what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” You question. James shakes his head and licks his lips before answering. “No. I'm focusing on school, and I get busy with work and other things. I don't have time for a girlfriend.” He responds.

“Ah.” You nod. “So you don't have a hookup buddy either?” That catches James off guard, but he laughs. “No.. I don't.” He says with a grin. “Not a hookup buddy.”

“So then it's usually just random girls?”

“Not totally random. It's only happened two times, and both girls are ones I know from last year. They're nice.. and I mean, it's not ĺike they wanted a relationship out of me either, so.. they were fine with just..”

“Getting dicked down and you leaving right after?” You offer.

“Yeah.” He responds. “Except I didn't leave right after. I stayed until the morning.” He says. “It wasn't awkward after we did it, so we would either just talk or go get something to eat, go back home, and then sleep it off.”

You hum in response. “I haven't done anything with Anthony.”

“How come?”

“Because I feel like that's all he wants, and if he gets it, he'll leave me right after.” James's face relaxes into a small frown. “You shouldn't be with him, then. If he doesn't like you for who you are, then you should leave and find someone who does.”

“I'm just gonna see how long we can last. Maybe he'll eventually not think like that.”

Oh, here we go. The “I can fix him” mentality. You're so pathetic.

“That's the stupidest thing you've ever said. You can't be serious.”

“Excuse you?” You give him a weirded-out expression. “Who are you to tell me that I'm stupid, James?” “An even stupider person.” He declares. “Y/n, he's not good for you. He's not good to you. Fuck, hes not good to anyone!”

“Don't take his bullshit. You need to realize that you dont deserve a douche bag like that. You need a guy who's gonna love you for who you are no matter what. A guy who wants to be there for you through everything.”

“Oh yeah, so you? You're describing yourself?”

James let out a frustrated groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I distinctly remember telling you to stop putting words in my mouth,” he said, his voice edged with annoyance. “And for the record, no, I'm not describing myself. The reality is that you and I are finished, and there’s nothing either of us can do to change that. I’m not the right person for you, and you’re not the right person for me. We simply don’t match. Im just trying to help you realize that LOL over there isn't a guy you should be with if you want something serious.”

“Really? You mean ATM?” You exhale sharply, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “ATM, LOL, EBT, whatever—Anthony isn't a good guy. I know you’re not naïve, so please don’t pretend to be.” He grips your shoulders, his expression earnest and concerned. “Seriously, just break up with him before he ends up hurting you.”

“James, it's clear we can't have a nice conversation like you wanted. So before this turns into something it shouldn't, I'm going to walk away. Please let me go.”

James removes his hands and sighs, lolling his head to the side. “Alright.” He mumbles. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“You too.” You say and walk away. James watches you and bites his lower lip. He wished he just minded his business. He wished you didn't have to bring up relationships and hooking up. It really could have gone well if it hadn't been brought up.

For the rest of the party, James stayed in a corner where he couldn't see you. Tony was the one who stayed with him while the other boys were on the dance floor. James told him everything that happened. “No dude, she was in the wrong. She's being an idiot.” Tony says. “Don't call her an Idiot.” James defends you even though you were being an idiot. “My bad.” Tony chuckles.

“Can you give me a ride home? I just can’t deal with this party any longer. It’s even harder with her here,” James said, glancing towards the crowded living room where laughter and music filled the air but failed to lift his spirits.

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Are you really sure about this? Don’t let a girl ruin your night, man. You've got to stay and enjoy yourself, at least a little,” he replied, trying to gauge James's mood.

James sighed, the weight of the evening pressing down on him. “I appreciate it, Tony, but I really need to go. I just want to get home, crawl into bed, and forget about all this for a while,” he admitted, his tone firm but weary. “Okay, let's go then,” Tony says.

Back at the house, James locks himself in his still-cold room. Already changed into sweats and shirtless, he replays the whole day in his mind

The day at school, receiving a reality check from Frankie and then dealing to his customers, having fun.. and then arguing with his first love. He tosses and turns in bed as he remembers. He can't sleep. He's overthinking.

What if she hates me now?

Should I have kept my mouth shut? Yes. No. Maybe. Somebody had to check her.

Is she right? Maybe I am jealous.

Jealous? What am I talking about. I'm over her. I can't get back with her anyway. I told her that already. If I asked, I'd look pathetic. I'm not pathetic.

Am I?

He falls asleep after hours of hundreds of thoughts. Hopefully, soon, he can apologize for upsetting you and OMG.

This will eventually have a part two, I just want to take a break from putting all my attention on this so I can work on my other asks. I wanted to really put in a lot of smaller details in this without smut because I wanted to prove to myself that I could write a good story without it having something sexual at the end. (Yes, there were sexual references in this, but hopefully, you know what I mean). I think this turned out well, and I hope you do too. Please let me know if it was boring and if I should leave those smaller details out and just stick to what I usually post haha.

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[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Cauldron of the Reborn: Escape from Black Castle

a fanwritten Halloween event

summary: when Malleus receives an invite from a distant relative to a historic castle in Briar Valley, he can't refuse characters: malleus, lilia, sebek, silver, vil, rook, epel, jamil, kalim additional info: reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

well... by popular demand, here's more of this! I may rework the first one in the future idk. and add a prologue. coughs

prologue / chapter one / chapter two

taglist: @whatever-fanfics @chloemari-e @frog-fans-unite @sugar-sprinkles

Diasomnia Lounge - Day

"Are you sure about this?"

Lilia pats Silver's head and floats over to Malleus, taking steps over the air like he would on solid ground.

"If I may remind you, I looked after the young prince long before you two were around. One weekend is but the blink of an eye!" the elder fae says. "Someone needs to stay behind and oversee the dorm's Halloween preparations, anyhow."

Sebek shifts uncomfortably. Silver sighs.

"...You're right. I just... I have a bad feeling about this,"

Lilia grins, his fangs pressing into his lower lip. "Khee hee. How chivalrous of you, Silver. But I assure you, with both myself and Malleus, there's little that could stand against us... should the occasion arise. You know that."

Another sigh. "...I do. I just suppose I would feel better if it wasn't only the two of you,"

"He makes a point," Malleus says, closing a suitcase. "The invitation did specify I may bring along an entourage of my choosing."

"That's not really what I-"

"Now there's an idea!" Lilia chimes. "A weekend getaway with friends. Malleus, is there anyone you'd like to bring along?"

Malleus holds his chin between his fingers and thinks.

Then, he smiles.

Ramshackle - Day

"Me?"

"Us?" Grim says, giving Malleus an unamused look, paws on his hips.

Malleus nods, a proud smile on him. Lilia stands behind him, leafing through an ancient leatherbound book as if it were a travel guide.

"Yes. I am permitted to invite any guest of my choosing, and I choose you," Malleus says.

"And, in return, you may invite any of your own friends."

You think for a moment, standing in Ramshackle's door, Grim tugging on your sleeve and whining for breakfast.

"...What do you think?" you ask the direbeast at your feet.

He sighs. "Will there be food?"

"The invitation does specify good food, yes. I imagine there will be a banquet waiting for us upon our arrival," Lilia chimes in.

Grim's pout turns into a grin, his tune changing completely. "Why didn't 'ya say so? We're in,"

Malleus beams as you scoop Grim up in your arms. But who else to invite...?

Heartslabyul Lounge - Day

"Nah, we're on Halloween duty. Housewarden's orders,"

Ace smacks Deuce upside the head and whispers loudly in his ear: "Dude! They didn't need to know that!"

You look between the two of them as they bicker. Trey passes behind them, carrying a stack of dirty dishes. He smiles.

"Sorry, Prefect, but Deuce is right. They royally failed Trein's last exam and Riddle is keeping them on dish duty as punishment. And speaking of-"

He dumps the dishes in Ace's arms, the weight of the stack nearly toppling him over.

"-And there are more in the kitchen."

Savanaclaw Lounge

Jack scratches the side of his head. "I'd, uh... I'd love to, but Leona's got us all doing extra Spelldrive practice, so..."

"Bring us back some souvenirs and food, will ya?" Ruggie calls from behind you.

Ignihyde Hall

"A Halloween trip? How exciting!" Ortho chimes. "The search I just performed shows only thirty five results for a remote county of Briar Valley- this may be an excellent exercise in data gathering!"

You and Grim exchange smiles.

"So you'll come?" the direbeast says.

"Sure!

...If Idy comes!"

Both of your grins immediately fall. Before any of you can get another word in, Idia's voice comes from within the depths of the room behind you.

"Uh- what? Nuh-uh. No way. No internet for a weekend? No way,"

Ortho gives you both a sympathetic look. "Sorry, guys. Maybe next time,"

Pomefiore Lounge

Epel looks between the two of you, his hands on his hips and his eyelids lowered.

"Busy?" he repeats the word dryly. "Busy."

You shrug. "Everyone's busy. It is Halloween weekend,"

"And it might not've occurred to 'ya that they're not so busy as much as they don't wanna go to a remote, secluded part 'a Briar Valley with Malleus Draconia?"

You and Grim share a look. Oh.

"Well..." you look back at Epel. "Do you wanna come?"

"What kinda question is that?!"

You feel something gently brush against your side, and then a cool, collected voice.

"Excuse m- oh, Prefect. What are you doing here?" Jamil asks, breezing into the room.

"We were just 'talkin," Epel mutters. "You-"

"Kalim left his wallet here yesterday," Jamil sighs. "He's lucky it was this dorm. Does Vil keep a place for lost items?"

"Just down there,"

"Thank you," he says, and disappears down the hall.

You turn back to Epel. "Are you sure you don't want to come? I'm allowed to bring anyone I want."

He shakes his head. "Even if I wanted to, Vil would never allow me to go unchaperoned,"

"Unchaperoned?" a voice says from behind you.

Both you and Epel jump, and Grim skitters away in surprise. Lilia's light laughter follows, and he rests an elbow on Epel's shoulder.

"Khee hee. My apologies, I couldn't help myself. Now what's this about Schoenheit thinking you'd be "unchaperoned"?"

Epel huffs, still flustered from the surprise, and Grim pathetically crawls back to you, his fur bristled.

"I just don't think he'd be keen on letting me off on vacation for a weekend with no one 'ta look after me,"

"Did the Prefect not specify that I will be "chaperoning" this trip?"

"They did," he puts his hands back on his hips. "Vil wouldn't trust 'ya with watching a sack 'a flour for a weekend."

"I don't blame him," Jamil says, returning with a wallet in hand.

"Khee hee. How cruel. I'll have you know I'm an excellent babysitter,"

You look between the three as they go back and forth. This is getting you nowhere.

Epel crosses his arms. "What's the deal with this place, anyway?"

"The deal?" Lilia repeats, hands on his hips. "Is the promise of a weekend at an ancient castle with no internet, electricity, running water, or heat not exciting enough for you?"

Epel stares blankly.

"...Khee hee. Fair enough. The deal, my dear underclassmen, is that this castle is related to a popular children's bedtime story from Briar Valley, one of the only to feature magicless human heroes."

You turn to look at him, your own interest suddenly piqued. "What?"

Lilia looks back at you with a fanged grin, and then he makes himself comfortable on one of the fancy couches in the lounge.

"Gather round, gather round, children. This is an old story, an ancient story, which predates the Thorn Fairy herself by hundreds of years...

Long, long ago, in the land of Cymur, now a small county in Briar Valley, there was a king. He was a distant relative of the Thorn Fairy, but you wouldn't have known- he was greedy and cruel, and sought to conquer the land with an army of the undead. His reign was ended, however, by three unlikely heroes: a farmhand who became a great warrior, a scullery maid who became a powerful mage, and an unlucky minstrel who became a beloved poet. And their fuzzy, hungry direbeast companion, of course,"

A silence follows. Though not one of you would have admitted it, you had all become rather captivated by the story. Everyone waits for Lilia to continue. He hums and picks at his black nail polish.

"...Well?" Jamil finally speaks, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Well what?"

"Whaddya mean well, what?" Epel says. "You aren't gonna tell us the rest? How did the farmhand become a warrior?"

"And how does a scullery maid become a powerful mage?" Jamil follows.

"And whaddabout the direbeast?" Grim tugs at Lilia's loose sleeve. "I bet he saved the day, didn't he?"

Lilia's lips quirk into a smile, and he crosses his legs.

"Hmm... it appears I can't recall. I suppose you'll just have to find out on the trip,"

Everyone lets out a collective groan, and Lilia giggles into the palm of his petite hand.

Epel jumps to his feet, a frown on his lips. "Vil will never let me go, 'ya know that? Never!"

"Please, no shouting in the lounge. We've discussed this," a cold voice comes from behind him.

Epel goes pale and stiff, not unlike a corpse, and Vil rolls his eyes.

"Might I inquire what this little gathering is about? I can't seem to recall giving permission to hold club meetings in my lounge."

Lilia waves him off, unflinching under his cold glare. "Oh, just chitchat about our trip,"

"Your trip?"

Epel turns to Lilia with wide eyes, shaking his head quickly, but Lilia goes on anyway.

"Why, of course! Prince Malleus has invited Epel to join him on an educational trip to Briar Valley!"

Vil raises an eyebrow. "Malleus invited him? Personally?"

You open your mouth to speak, but can't get further than a quiet "Not exac-" before Lilia confirms.

"Hmph," Vil says, shifting his weight from one hip to another. "I see. Well, if the Housewarden invited you, it would be rude to decline."

Epel lights up as if he had just won a golden ticket, and then-

"Of course, Rook will have to accompany you. I wouldn't dream of sending you without proper supervision,"

"Wh- Rook?"

"Bonsoir!" Rook chimes behind all of you, as if summoned by the mere sound of his name. You and Epel flinch. Vil rolls his eyes.

"Yes. I'm far too busy with the event preparations to go myself... I also do not want to. Rook, however-"

"It would be my honor and privilege to discover the hidden beauties of a mysterious and isolated land with my own hands and eyes!"

Epel goes whiter than the delicate lace of his blouse.

"It's settled, then. We're leaving midday tomorrow, don't be late!" Lilia says, hopping up. "And Jamil, shall we be expecting you?"

The second year scoffs, as if uninterested, though he had sat through the entire story and ensuing discussion without moving from his place against the wall.

"No. I have to see to Kalim's relatives over the weekend. I won't have a moment to spare,"

"How unfortunate," Lilia sighs. "But I suppose our little Pom Duo will please Malleus enough."

Rook cheers a faint yay! and Epel groans.

Mirror Chamber - Morning

"Ready, all?"

You hold your small suitcase close to your side, tucked neatly under your arm. Mirror travel is short but rough at such distances. "I am,"

"Oui!'

"As I'll ever be,"

"Certainly," Malleus nods. "I've been looking forward to this all night. I could hardly sleep."

Calm and collected as he is, his excitement is unmistakable- at least for Lilia, who smiles.

"Alright! We'll go as far as we can by mirror, and the rest by carriage and foot, so make sure you have water and snacks,"

"Worry not, Monsieur Curiosité!" Rook chimes. "I have brought more than enough nuts and seeds for everyone!"

Epel mutters "Vil's diet snacks" to you, and you nod.

"Khee hee, I should have expected as much from Pomefiore's vicewarden. Then we're off-"

"Wait!"

Everyone turns to the mouth of the chamber. The sound of hurried footsteps on stone comes before a panting Jamil Viper, suitcase in hand.

Lilia grins. "Changed your mind?"

Jamil answers that with a glare.

"Someone told Kalim of the trip, and he ordered me to take the weekend off. Of all the ridiculous things..."

"Khee hee. Isn't that unfortunate?"

Another glare. "At least his family's security will be around. I only worry for the state of the dorm after he hosts them for the weekend..."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Kalim's a bright boy!" Lilia says. Malleus gives him an odd look, but doesn't comment.

"Now that we're all accounted for- shall we?"

[mega-ultra-so-awesome-it-hurts]

Mean it Twice?

GIF not mine! Credits to @soulfuldecoder

MINORS DNI THIS IS AN 18+ PAGE

pairings: abby anderson x woc reader (all my writings are for the girlies of color unless specified otherwise)

A/N: oh heyyyyy guys!! guess who couldn't sleep so YOU lucky ducks get a teeny tiny part 2 on this fine morning.Anyway, PART 2 EVERYONE! also i kinda hate the title but fuck it.

summary: the aftermath of the confession is now! abby and reader start to get a little closer, but then reader notices something that makes her think twice.

word count: roughly 5,453 words

warnings: ... uh idk abby? none i don't think but lmk!

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It's been three weeks since Abby drunkenly confessed to harboring some type of feeling for you.

That night wasn't discussed any further.

Neither was the following morning.

Not for lack of you and her wanting to, and certainly not for lack of trying. It wasn't brought up because neither of you knew how to bring the event up without making things awkward.

It was like it'd never happened.

Except for sometimes Abby would stay over at your place, sleep in your bed. Your roommates all knew her by name now, because she was in your dorm many mornings, eating breakfast that belonged to someone else and leaving a mess.

One particular day, she shows up at your door at one in the morning, piss drunk and practically falling over. You wrestle her out of her outside clothes and make her change into a spare pair of pajamas she keeps at yours.

She, however, being Abby, refuses. She ends up just falling asleep on top of your sheets in her bra and boxers. Your cheeks are on fire as you spread a blanket over her so she doesn't get cold, and you're blessed enough that she isn't sober or awake to tease you about it, because if she were, she would. You slide into bed beside her, your back facing her as she begins to snore. You drift off to sleep within minutes.

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You’re still half-asleep when you feel her stretch.

Abby lets out a groan like she just got tackled by a linebacker, which—honestly, given her profession, she probably has. You don’t move at first. Just lie there, still, eyes shut, listening as her elbow thumps against your headboard and her leg flops dramatically over yours like she owns the place.

You should probably say something.

Like, good morning.

Or hey, remember how you kissed me sober and everything kind of imploded?

But instead, you stay silent. Because saying anything means facing it. Facing her. And right now, your heart is somewhere between that night’s high and this morning’s consequences.

“Ugh,” Abby mutters beside you. “My mouth tastes like a crime scene.

You snort.

She turns her head toward you, cheek mashed into your pillow. “Did you poison me in my sleep?”

You open one eye. “No, but I considered it around 3am when you tried to spoon me with your hockey stick.”

She grins, all teeth. “Well, you do look like someone who needs protection.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already smiling. Dammit.

“Here,” you say, pushing the water bottle toward her. “Rehydrate, disaster lesbian.”

She chugs like it’s holy water and she’s been wandering the desert. You try very, very hard not to notice the way her throat moves, or how her arm flexes just a little when she tips the bottle back.

“You staring?” she asks, not looking at you.

You whip your head away. “No.”

“Liar.”

Silence.

Then:

“I meant it, you know.”

It’s so soft you almost miss it. But your heart doesn’t. Your heart latches onto the words like a koala to a tree, stupidly stubborn.

You glance at her. “You remember?”

She nods, biting the inside of her cheek. “Pretty sure I embarrassed myself thoroughly. Might’ve told you you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You blink. “That… was accurate.”

“Oh,” she says. Then quieter: “Good.”

It’s the kind of moment that should end with a kiss.

But this is you and Abby. So instead it ends with her groaning dramatically and rolling off the bed like she’s been fatally wounded.

“Do you have bacon?” she yells from the floor.

And just like that, the spell is broken.

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The kitchen is too bright.

Or maybe you’re just too aware of her, sitting across from you in your hoodie (that she’s claimed via the ancient lesbian law of finders-keepers), eating your last slice of sourdough like she didn’t just detonate your entire emotional stability last night.

“You’re doing that thing again,” she says, mouth full.

“What thing?”

“Staring at me like I’m a complicated math problem."

You snort into your coffee. “You are a complicated math problem. One with too many variables and a history of bad decisions.”

“Rude,” she says, licking jam off her thumb.

You try not to combust.

It’s quiet for a beat. Then:

“You know I’m not great at this stuff, right?” she says, not looking at you.

You nod, more to your mug than to her.

“But I wasn’t lying,” she says. "That night. This morning. All of it.”

You look up. “Okay.”

She sighs. “Okay?”

You smile, soft. “Yeah. Okay.”

Her grin could outshine the sun.

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It starts small.

She texts you more. Dumb stuff, mostly. A meme of a cat in a beanie. A blurry picture of her breakfast with the caption she’s beauty she’s grace she’s eggs on my face. A voice note of her fake-sobbing because her roommate ate the last pizza roll.

But then it gets a little less small.

Like the time she calls you at 1am just to say she missed your voice. Or when she invites you to one of her games and insists on looking for you in the crowd before every face-off. Or when she pulls you aside at a party and says, very seriously, “Don’t let me flirt with anyone else. You’re the only one who gets to make me nervous.”

You’re falling.

Hard.

And for once, she’s not running.

Except… she’s not exactly staying still, either.

Because it’s Abby.

And Abby has a past. A present, sometimes, too.

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You don’t mean to see the text.

You really don’t.

She left her phone on your kitchen counter while showering, and you were grabbing a spoon for the ice cream she swore she didn’t want but is definitely going to eat half of.

And there it is:

Tori 💋: missed u last night. u disappeared on me.

And below it:

Abby: Yeah. Had to take care of someone.

Your stomach twists. You want to laugh. Or scream. Or throw her phone into a blender.

Instead, you put the spoon down. Quiet. Careful.

She comes out a few minutes later, hair damp, cheeks pink from the steam, wearing another one of your hoodies like it’s nothing.

Like it doesn’t mean anything.

She grins. “You get the ice cream?”

You nod. “Yeah. In the freezer.”

She doesn’t notice the shift.

Not yet.

But she will.

Because for all the pretty words, all the kisses, all the promises she swears she means—

She’s still Abby Anderson.

And you? You’re not sure that’s enough.

Chapter notes: Ohhh my poor babies they have no idea what it is they're doing 😭. Let's root for Abby and reader to figure it out in p3!!! Also, who is Tori?? Gosh, can't wait to find out next Wednesday, as that is going to be the publishing date for each part of this series!

[l1p2t1ck]

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏' 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖!

𝐹𝑡. 𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝐼𝑡𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔!

Wc ; idk 💔

A/N ; First post guys !!! It's short, but it's late and I'm tired 💔

Enjoy !

Itto was currently pacing about outside in the hot sun of Inazuma. What was he thinking about, you may ask? 𝐘𝐨𝐮. You were just so different to the Oni. You'd stuck out to him like a sore thumb, and 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 you were in for a treat.

The gang had noticed their bosses odd behavior, but soon decided to brush it off. It's 𝘐𝘵𝘵𝘰 we're talking about here, he's an odd guy. But an oni as big as him should not be this red at the sight of you. It was pathetic! Itto swore he was doomed.

"Shinobuuu, you've 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 help me! I mean— have you 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 how much of a mess I am?! I'll be such an embarrassment! And 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 how are they gonna hang out with me, huh? Look— I just.. Need some assistance, okay?"

Shinobu just stared at the Oni in disbelief. Archons, he was pathetic. She sighed, letting out a breath of exhaustion before getting Itto ready. By ready, she means training him not to be a total loser in front of you.

Right now, you were busy at the shops. Using whatever mora you had to pay for food and what not. Though, on your way back home, you weren't expecting to be stopped by none other than Itto, who was dressed so nicely. Of course, the gang wasn't 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩. The flowers Itto held were handpicked, and some still had some dirt on them, but.. It's the thought that counts, right?

You looked up at the Oni, cocking your head as he avoided your gaze. He could only stare at the gang, who were hiding behind a building. Taking a deep breath, Itto forced out his words in a bunch.

"𝙎𝙤𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩??"

You stared at the Oni for a second, your mind deciphering what to say before you smiled. Itto was cute when he wasn't causing chaos..! To be honest, the Oni wasn't that bad. So, you happily agreed, giving the Oni a big smile that he happily returned.

"𝘏𝘢𝘩— I knew it! I mean– who wouldnt wanna be with 𝘵𝘩𝘦 one and Oni? But uh... Just to specify.. You 𝘢𝘳𝘦 being serious right?"

The giggle that escapes you makes him worry, but you're quick to assure him that you would love to go out with him. He gives you a soft smile, and is quick to drag you away to some restaurant.

You made sure to ignore the gangs happy cheers.. For his sake. ♡

First post guys.. Kinda nervous.. Heh. Guess you could say I'm.. Jorking it..

[nora-is-very-cool]

Anything Goes

Episode 2

Idk what it's called but this is a 'transported' fic. Where the character is a modern person (gender not specified nor mentioned) that fell into the Harry Potter/ Marauders universe. Shenanigans ensue.

I honestly don't know what this is right now. This is completely self indulgent, and my very first fic. Please bear with me. Please forgive any mistakes, it's 1 AM. Also this is just a preview/ part one.

Blinking rapidly, you try to rationalize where you are. The walls are exposed brick with thick maroon tapestries covering them, the floors in equally peculiar red antique rugs all with various patterns and designs. There’s a fire crackling in front of you, rain pattering against the windows, catering encompassing the room, and the strange smell of cinnamon rolls, vintage leather, and gunpowder? What the hell? Where are you? How did you get here? What happened?

“Mate.” Huh?? That sounded like a teenage boy. You whip your head to your right and are met with icy blue eyes, long black hair, and an incredible jawline. Damn. Is he a model? Because he should be. “Hello?” 

“Oh uh hi. Who are you? How did I get here?” 

“I think we should be asking you that. You’re in my spot.” He sounds serious, although there’s no malice in his eyes, only mischievous joy. 

“Sorry,” you introduce yourself, “I honestly don’t know how the hell I got here. One minute I’m watching criminal minds,” You gesture to your laptop, ”the next I’m in some Hogwarts looking room. Oh god, this is it. I’ve finally lost it. I knew this day would come.”

The sound of laughter, not just from the model-looking-boy, but from three others, too catches your attention again, “Okay mate, I’m Sirius Black, this is James Potter,” gesturing to the bespeckled boy next to him, “Remus Lupin,” sandy-blond hair behind him,” and Peter Pettigrew,” your face falls as he gestures to the last boy, putting all of the pieces together. Oh my god. This isn’t like Hogwarts, this is hogwarts.

‘Oh fuck what the shit am I gonna do?’ you panic to yourself. ‘This is fine, just uhhh do what all the fanfics and brain rot has trained you for.’

“I need to talk to McGonagall. Right now,” the boys glance at each other.

“I’ll take you,” Remus announces, stepping towards you. You take it back. HE should be the model. You turn to grab your laptop and phone. When ready to go, you notice them staring.

“What?”

“Nothing, its just, what are those?” Peter speaks up from your left.

“What? Have you never seen- oh. Right, I forgot it’s the seventies. This is a laptop,” holding my laptop up with my left hand, “and this is my phone,” subtly shaking it with my right hand, “I’ll explain it all later,” I say to their confused faces. “First, I need McGonagall.”

Episode 2

All line separators/ headers are from: @saradika-graphics and @uzmacchiato

[winnie-wine]

Minish cap thoughts part 4!

The top of mount crenel is such a fun section! You're there on an overhang, and you just see forests below in the background it's so cool. And then you grab a mushroom to launch yourself across and the music changes Forgot to put that in part three so it's here. Moving on! @interlink-au has pointed out to me that the feather tails seem to be a forest minish only thing, ergo potentially a fashionable accessory.

This does appear to be the case, as the mountain minish do NOT appear to have a feather tail. Also, more dialogue implying that Link was afraid!

Image: Ezlo saying "Hm? What? After all this, you don't expect me to believe you're scared!"

And Ezlo being a smartass.

image: Ezlo telling Link "Flip them over before you strike!" While Link stands right next to the turtle thing i'd literally just flipped over already

fuckin' thanks dude and finally, idk if i went somewhere first but i got the compass before the map and knew it was about to be hilarious

Image: Chest and boss locations on black screen really helpful for navigation lmao. I also picked up that Ezlo seems to be the only minish so far who calls Link "child" and treats him as one. Kinda. He did also jump on Link's head and continuously sends him into battle, but there's the beginnings of carign for Link at this point in the game. I wouldn't say they've got a grandpa/grand son or a mentor/mentee type dynamic yet, but it's getting there. I WILL point out that the section of mt crenel where you use Ezlo to glide for the first time, he says "hop in that whirlwind" and doesn't fucking explain anything, so that shows that Link DOES trust Ezlo. Whether that's bc Ezlo earned it or childish default-to-the-nearest-adult idk but that's there. Lastly for this post, I want to point out that Malari, the minish smith, already knows Link is coming. He was expecting him and already knew about Link's quest. Who told him? Is there a mail system? Does one minish just fucking book it from town to town? Cause he got from the Minish Woods village to the mine in the time it took Link to clear one dungeon, which only took a few hours. I said lastly for this post but i lied because there's more I want to say. I joked in the tags of a prev post that MC takes place in one day. The evidence for that is the Picori festival, and the "gate opening once every hundred years" thing, both of which are typical of one day. A festival could be a few days, and it doesn't specify how long the gate is open, but this is the kind of thing assumed to only be a day.

Further evidence for this is how the town changes. Before Deepwood, nothing in town is open. Then, he completes that dungeon and comes back and the shops are open, but the library isn't, yet. This slow waking up of the town implies that your progress is on a scale of hours, not days.

Of course, the Picori festival happened, and I had joked that it took place then they kids were sent to school in the afternoon, but preponderance of the evidence now suggests that the Picori festival was day 0, and Link was KO'd by Vaati so hard he slept until the early morning of day 1 (the only day) of his quest.

Why would the king wait so long to establish a game plan for dealing with Vaati? Well. He uh. Also got ko'd pretty hard. It was funny to see bc his sprite never changed pose or expression but man was fully LAUNCHED across the garden by Vaati. So things we know about this Link: Recovering from a VERY CONCERNING concussion, overachiever, and also a bit afraid. He is so adorable i love him and please take him to a hospital he was unconscious for almost a full day. If i were this kids guardian, he would not be leaving my SIGHT nevertheless delivering swords to magical Hyrule brownies. I've absolved the King of demanding the impossible of Link but it comes at the cost of Grandpa Smith's reputation I fear. I liked him but now im questioning whether he should reaaaaaalllllly be in charge of children.....

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s5 episode 15 "travelers" thoughts

long day. i want scully and mulder time.

ooh, looks like this episode will be about mr. mulder! mr. william mulder, i should specify; i am not just referring to OUR mulder with that title.

will we also see baby CSM?! will the puzzle pieces fit together, or drift further apart?!

i think mr. mulder is kinda cute. like a clean matty healy.

(WORDS I LIVED TO REGRET TYPING!!!!!)

now, what mischief has he gotten up to today? killing people? i’m not really shocked. 

so, it looks like we will not actually get any scully and mulder time, but i’m open to change after the CSM episode. it was really interesting. let’s see what is in store.

‼️HATER ALERT‼️i should not have been open to change. this episode pissed me tf off. what do you mean we are changing mr. mulder’s face and making roy cohn put spiders in your belly? HELLO? can you even hear me? did i really just watch this? 

we begin in 1990 in wisconsin. strange place to be. a sheriff is here, coming to get someone who is locked in a house.

“i don’t much enjoy evicting old folks”, says the sheriff. wow. almost a conscience there.

but the guy he is with promises this old person shall change his mind. and from the spooky music that is playing, i am inclined to also think something is about to go down.

edward skur is being evicted, and he is not opening up his door. but something in the house smells very bad. uh oh. this is never a good way to start an episode.

this house is very messy and dark, and mr. skur seems to be watching from a distance. it’s covered in bugs. icky.

the other guy sees something horrible and throws up!! let me guess: a body? 

UGH! i wasn’t technically WRONG, but it’s a MUMMY in the bathtub!!! it looks really old!!!! like, ancient kind of old!! 

which raises the question: do mummies smell bad? i kind of assumed after a few centuries it just went sort of… neutral

i need to research this later.

anyway, skur tried to grab the sheriff, but he fired his gun. he hit mr. skur, and as he dies on the ground, foaming at the mouth (??), he calls for MULDER????

huh??

idk if either of the mulders can help you with your smuggled mummy... i just really do not know 💔 i fear we may need to call the authorities to get that mummy back to its sarcophagus or perhaps bog home

(i assume it will be some kind of alien, but you have to admit it looks like the result of a tomb robbery)

intro time!!! yeah yeah yeah make some noise!!

and they shortened the intro again...! must be for a good reason?

(NO. NO GOOD REASON)

so it’s still 1990 here. and mulder is going somewhere…. to an apartment. looking for arthur dales.

he introduces himself as a profiler with the behavioral sciences unit (aww! baby mulder! he looks pretty much the same as current mulder, but with longer hair)

oooo, this dales man used to work for the bureau… he opened up a case on edward skur in 1952!!!

arthur claims he doesn’t know what went down

mulder brushes some hair out of his face (aww, the slightly different hair style, they really want us to notice it)

“do you know what an x file is?!” “it’s uh… yeah, it’s an unsolved case” <- ohohoho, do i, the viewer, ever know what an x file is!

arthur clarifies: “no, it’s a case that’s been designated unsolved” <- hmm okay. so they basically didn’t want to bother solving it because it might be incriminating. pretty important distinction if he's telling the truth.

apparently, skur disappeared many years ago after killing a bunch of strangers and removing their organs. most of the report on the matter is censored. but now he was found and shot last week, and a man in his bathroom found with all his soft tissue removed. yuck.

so NOT a stolen mummy nor an alien. for the sake of historic preservation, i am glad skur was not a guy who kept mummies in his bathtub. we need those for research purposes.

ohhh!!! arthur tries to shut him out, but mulder asks how tf skur knew his name!!! an excellent question. 

“you ever heard of HUAC, agent mulder, the house un-american activities committee?” <- not sure if i knew before this that HUAC was pronounced “hew-ack”, which is a really terrible way of pronouncing a word, but i guess it makes sense for the time.

arthur says mulder wouldn’t know about HUAC… girl, that man is a walking encyclopedia. don’t doubt him.

“they found practically nothing. you think they would have found nothing… unless nothing… was what they wanted to find?” <- very cryptic. i like the idea that the red scare was a coverup for alien stuff. makes more sense than what actually went down. but on the other hand, it kind of undermines the senseless destruction that came with mccarthyism by giving it an in-universe purpose.

so i changed my mind. maybe i don't like it.

mulder again plays with his hair (lmao) and says that he’s sorry, but doesn’t see the connection. aww, he’s a little baby! he cannot even see a connection! and then arthur slams the door on him. rude af.

mulder is watching news footage from the mccarthy era to research this case. roy cohn is mentioned, and every time i remember that roy cohn was a real person, i have to take a deep breath. 

apparently the term “fellow travelers” referred to those sympathetic to the communist cause back then? i genuinely had no idea. damn, my modern history knowledge is lacking! listen, they don't teach you much past WWII in US history 101 and 102

god. roy cohn mentioned, again. he is said to be the man who “brought the rosenbergs to justice”. this makes my skin crawl.

(little did i know what this episode had in store for me...)

mulder has a little card that identifies edward skur as a member of the communist party. now, i understand that was a controversial group to be a part of, but i fail to see how this leads to stealing organs. we’re missing some context.

look at mulder with messy hair and glasses!!! he rewinds the tape and recognizes someone in the background of the hearing!!!

good lord…. he’s attractive.

(perhaps the highlight of this episode was mulder in glasses. it gets me every time)

anyway, it’s his dad he recognizes. which is obviously very shocking.

AWW, he brings mr. dales some coffee the next morning :,) he shall not be deterred!

mr. dales tells him to go ask his father, and mulder says “my father and i don’t really speak” <- damn… are we going to get the story behind that?? i mean, we know a decent part of it. maybe that is enough.

BAHAHA dales slams the door again and i was thinking “buddy, he will subpoena you” and then mulder says just that lmaooo

and this works on him; he opens the door back up and says that edward skur worked for the state department just like mr. mulder. our mulder must have known that, but said nothing! 

OHHH he asks if his father was involved, and dales just lets out a big sigh. (shocked mulder voice) how??

and how did he remove the organs but not the skin??

is mulder smoking right now?? i guess hearing your father was involved with a bunch of murders is stressful enough to make a guy open up a pack.

(i literally could not figure it out. it just looked vaguely smoky. i didn't see a cigarette being brought up into his mouth. does anyone know? because if mulder smokes or smoked at some point, i'm going to need to add that to my internal list of facts about his character and then analyze what that says about him. please tell me, and thank you)

dales says he can tell you how the organs were removed, but not why. what do you know?!?!

in regards to the communist allegations- that is what "they" all said "they" were!! this clears up very little

way back in the olden days, dales is arresting mr. skur!! they plant a communist card on him… or else they really did find it as soon as they arrested him, which i find hard to believe. his wife and kids watch this happen :( poor kids

dales is at the bar getting a drink after busting reds all day. someone calls the bar looking for him!! it’s his partner!!! skur was found dead! 

this is stressful for dales…. he drinks his bourbon.

he has to go tell mrs. skur that her husband died, and it was his fault for arresting him. drinking and driving is not advisable, but this is not stopping dales. he’s waiting outside the skur’s house trying to find the words when he sees edward skur run by!! this ought to be impossible!! due to the dying!!

chase scene!!! WHAT THE FUCK DOES SKUR HAVE LIZARDS IN HIS MOUTH??? he pins dales down and SOMETHING emerges???

the neighbor hears them scuffling and skur runs away!!!

HUH??? MOUTH LIZARDS?

okay.

dales clocked in the next day after almost getting eaten. his partner has something to tell him. now he has pictures of the dead skur taken BEFORE dales was attacked last night!

dales clarifies he didn’t have *that* much to drink. and his partner says to leave him out of the report, but he already turned it in!

the justice department is calling him!! they need to chat! oooo dales is in trouble...

(these scenes are very bright and foggy to indicate they take place in the past and it’s a little distracting lmao)

HE’S GOING TO SEE ROY COHN?? HE’S A CHARACTER IN THIS SHOW???

woah… he sits next to dales. scarily. and asks if he knows who he is. “then you know how important my work is” yeah. they must expel the communist vermin. sure, sure. 

“everything is political, agent dales” <- very ominous. 

dales seems to be the only one that can identify the man who attacked him as skur, because his wife and the neighbors sure deny it.

does roy cohn know about the aliens???

he’s just staring at dales. he knows he has to edit skur out of his report, but he’s not sure why. “you’re not supposed to understand; you’re supposed to follow orders” <- damn. very very creepy guy.

(tbh, i don’t really know what real young-ish roy cohn looked like, so i cannot comment on if this guy is the spitting image of him or not. but he is very unsettling)

so, dales changes his report, saying the suspect is unknown. and all the information on skur is blacked out, just as we saw in present mulder’s hand!

but skur was already out doing murders, so dales cannot leave this mystery behind. they go in the murder house where they find a german song playing, and a picture of the house's owner- a doctor- shaking the president’s hand. hmm. who is this german doctor guy?

it smells like hospital in there, his partner reports. not a great smell.

and they find the german guy’s body… it’s really grotesque!!!

the cops arrive at the scene, telling the agents to put up their hands. they have no idea who tf these agents are. then who called them there?!?!

ohhh, dales finds a coaster from the bar that says “come alone”….. secret code....

he’s in this little secluded booth thing at the bar (what? i thought it was a confessional at first? did bars back then have a random little private booth section? what was the purpose of this?)

anyway, this new guy says he was trying to SAVE the dead german doctor, but he was too late, and skur killed him. and dales will be next. 

meanwhile, his partner is at home bringing in the groceries, and i can imagine what will happen next….

OHHH HE HAS A CUTE ORANGE KITTY. highlight of the episode.

back in the booth at the bar, mystery guy says that skur and “the others” are patriots who work at the state department. skur, gissing, and oberman. and now the other two are dead by their own hand!! they couldn’t live with what they’d become!!

they (cohn and the government?) had to put out a story to cover up what they did to skur…. what did they do?!

WAIT, THIS GUY IS MR. MULDER? he looks different than the other mulder actor!! did he get a new actor?? did they just change?? am i crazy? is that the same guy? is he lying?

(i was second-guessing myself so much that i went back to rewatch the part of apocrypha that had him in it and i KNEW. i KNEW that was a totally different guy. one that looked like a clean matty healy and who i had grown attached to. this dude is just someone else entirely! is it some sort of plot trick? a recasting? what is afoot?!?!?)

((if this WAS done for plot reasons, you can tell me. because it would make me feel far less annoyed. even if the reason is a later surprise like "gasp! turns out bill and william mulder were DIFFERENT PEOPLE". you don't have to specify anything. you can just say they did it for a reason. but i have a feeling this is not the case)

“mulder” (i am suspicious) claims that he cannot keep this secret any longer, and he risked his family to come here and tell dales. 

meanwhile, his partner sits down to watch mccarthy do his thing on the TV, but the cat knocks his beer down

mr. bill mulder says that mr. cohn and mccarthy are involved in this…. skur wants revenge for what they did to him. and skur thinks that dales and his partner are involved!!

dales gets up and asks for the phone, and he’s calling his partner, whose number was “klondike 5 0133”, making me realize i know nothing about how old phone numbers work. but his phone has been unplugged!!!

 and skur is going lizard or bug mode or something on the partner!!

WHAT THE HELL?? I REALLY REALLY REALLY DISLIKE HOW THOSE LEGS CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH AUGHHHH

the next day, the coroner is trying to examine the body. and who rolls in but roy cohn! he says that they can’t take the body to the morgue. 

OH SHIT: “what are you talking about, i’m no communist” “you are if i say you are” daaaaamn. that is crazy. backed right into a corner there. 

roy cohn, how did you turn that guy into a spider on the inside…

“when your partner dies, a piece of you dies with him” <- okay so mulder and scully, take notes. you can’t die on each other, okay? thank you.

dales needs to avenge his partner’s death!! so dales must find out what happened to the other two men who mr. bill mulder said are now dead, but also had that “thing” done to them.

OH this secretary put the info on one of those guys in an x file!! “why don’t you file them under ‘u’ for unsolved?” “that’s what i did until i ran out of room” <- LMAO queen… THE x file creator!!! everyone say thank you to her

(i feel this is a definite retcon of the x file lore, but whatever. what do i care? they already changed this dude's whole face)

gissing was found dead with his doctor, but the don’t know how the doctor just… collapsed.

gissing had some recent surgery… his body is still in the morgue. dales says CUT HIM OPEN NOW even though the coroner says the family will yell at him he does, in fact, do the cutting open

waugh… something in the esophagus… EAUGH I CANNOT LOOK. IT’S A SPIDER??? SPIDER SEWN INTO HIS STOMACH?? 

i do not like that.

dales runs back to mrs. skur to try and explain her husband was discredited to cover up roy cohn putting spiders in his belly, i guess.

“it’s called xenotransplantation” <- that doesn’t sound gooooood. at all. THE GRAFTING OF ANOTHER SPECIES INTO THE HUMAN BODY??? augh. and i was going to have dessert after this. 

so it’s a nazi thing, and the german doctor must have been continuing his experiments in the US! yes, operation paper clip, we have spoken of this before on this TV program

dales wants to expose the truth, and he needs skur’s help to do so. he leaves mrs. skur the coaster with a mysterious message….

when who pulls up but mr. cohn!! telling dales to get in the car. and mr. bill mulder is there, too.

mrs. skur is sneaking out the back door, lifting up the hatch to a fallout shelter, going to find her husband. he’s in incredible pain, and he starts to go spider mode and eat his wife!!!!

roy cohn takes dales to the FBI. damn. and the lore dumping begins from mr. hoover. there are more soviets than capitalists now, btw, and this is very bad. 

dales points out that those random men who were experimented upon were not communists, which makes hoover counter that they must do even what their enemies would be afraid of. like put spiders in your belly.

dales has one chance to save himself. he is to go meet with skur and then the other men will come get him. so that is why mr. bill mulder was sent to talk to dales! not out of the kindness of his heart. “i follow my orders”, he says, and that famously is *not* a good reason to do terrible things. 

dales is alone in the bar, waiting for skur, pouring a drink. and skur arrives, saying his wife is dead. 

“they’re not coming, you know. they wanted me to kill you, or you wouldn’t be here” oh shoot… is he telling the truth…? is dales being set up?

now skur is going after dales, with mr. bill mulder having to be restrained from going in the bar to save him!!!

dales manages to handcuff skur before the spider can emerge, but he runs away and hides!!

cut to a baffled present day mulder. “i can’t believe my father threw in with these men (very deep sigh) he let them dictate his conscience” <- well, that seems to be a reoccurring theme with bill mulder

“you keep digging through the x files and they’ll bury you too” <- that is promising! /s

but how was skur able to get away and live in obscurity? was he kept in a lab? maybe someone let him go?

MR. MULDER GAVE HIM THE CAR KEYS AND LET HIM GO!!!

in the hope that the truth will someday be exposed??

the end.

huh. what am i even supposed to think here? 

well, all i can think about is how different bill mulder looked.

i can’t even fully articulate WHY this episode made me so mad beyond its sheer absurdity and the fact that i am obsessive about details and a recasting always gets under my skin. except that i am also darkly fascinated by the comic book villain level hijinks that the real roy cohn got up to, and using him as a prop in the alien show could have been kinda interesting, but i feel that making him the spider guy was NOT the move. who did this benefit? anybody? was there not another case for mulder and scully to tackle? who on the writing team said “you know what this needs? mouth spider”

and putting aside the whole new body mr. bill mulder somehow obtained- perhaps there is a good reason for that, and i am being judgemental without knowing the full story, but still, you cannot fool me- he let the spider guy go?? knowing that he would be slurping insides for the rest of his life? and is this supposed to be heartwarming? because my heart isn't warmed.

i mean, if skur managed to go most of his life without slurping, until the very end, that is... good, i guess? but then he slurped once more and an innocent guy died. so. uh.

earlier i spoke about the different categories of x files episodes, specifically the bad ones. i have copied those notes from before below:

"category a is: this is blatantly offensive. who approved this? (gender bender, excelsis dei)

category b is: this writing is so out of character i feel disgraced (3, the parts in oubliette where scully is just mean af to mulder and tells him to stop trying cpr??? and rift-era episodes)

category c is: just kinda boring af, monster isn't even camp it's just weird, also tends to be overly dark in theme to the point where no one is having fun (calusari, the walk)"

i'd place this in category c. if you were going to use some of the most notorious figures in 20th century history as plot points, DO something with them beyond "he puts spiders in their tummies to fight communism". i am not compelled by this. i do not think anyone would be. and if i am supposed to think "oh, poor mr. bill mulder, he was so morally conflicted" i guess i just don't... really care that much. at least not in this particular instance. choosing between his kids was intense and fascinating, plot-wise. choosing to free the lizard guy helped no one but lizard guy, who went on to do more murdering.

and there wasn't even scully!

[randomsloredrops]

Random's Lore Drops - Papaya the Grate.

(I said I wouldn't post today, BUT I LIED) Alright Nyehers, Hehers, and people that only see Papyrus as the type of guy to never say a single mean thing, here is...

Papay- I mean, Papyrus, the Great Papyrus. So anyways, I usually see Papyrus depicted as this guy that'd never even so much as insult someone, let alone say something is bad. But, uh... He outright tells you that you're a 'freaking weirdo' in the Genocide route, and he also tells Undyne, RIGHT at her face...

Although, there are a few 'childish' things about him, like how his favorite food is Dino Egg Oatmeal, calling swear words "CURSED WORDS", and also being read childrens books to sleep by Sans. But then again, he's also a master of psychological manipulation (/j). He uses reverse psychology against Undyne, as well as using a psychhological technique found in "Yes! 50 Scientifically Proven Ways to Be Persuasive" (yes this is a real book. I found out about this book through this post.) against YOU, the player, in the genocide route. Not only that, but he's MUCH stronger than he's made out to be, as well as a slight confirmation to having blasters (not specified to be Gaster Blasters though) through aborted genocide, where, during the "date", he says...

There's also the fact that, in the pacifist pre-boss cutscene, where Flowey arrives, everybody has 2 vines around them... Everybody except for MOTHERFUCKING PAPAYA BENEATHSTORY

WITH A WHOPPING FOUR FUCKING VINES AROUND HIM! Now, would this be because he's tall? Nah, explain Asgore, Undyne, and Toriel with their 2 vines? EXACTLY. Now, note that it is canon that Papyrus is "friends" with Flowey, and presumably has been for many MANY resets, so Flowey knows Papyrus' true strength. Not just that, but Undyne calls him "Pretty freakin' tough!" And it's just because he's so much of a BITCH (pacifist) that she won't let him join the guard. After all, it'd be too dangerous... (WOMP-FUCKING-WOMP, he still joins in post-pacifist as the last guard (because it's not the royal guard anymore)). So yeah, he's brutally fucking honest, he's most definitely not some weakling, he's just a bit childish and naive in his interests. He also canonically tries to avoid sleeping, or sleeps an unhealthily small amount based on the phone call of "room-fire-1", or the first hotland room, where you get to see Sans as Undyne hunts you down. He also, uh... Within "room-fire-rpuzzle", or that weird wacky vent room where each jump puts you on a pressure plate and changes the places that you can jump to, and you have to find the right pattern to head forward, if you call him (after hanging out with Undyne), Papyrus first tries to hand Undyne the phone, before telling you to call Alphys, who made the puzzle, with the exact dialogue: "WELL, ALPHYS MADE THE PUZZLE, RIGHT? YOU SHOULD JUST CALL HER UP... AND SAY IN A HOT VOICE... ALPHYS... I NEED HELP WITH A... (AUDIBLE WINK) PUZZLE..." before Undyne basically goes "wtf no????", and Papyrus offers to do it himself, with another resounding "NO????". Anyways I did this despite needing to do hw because lmao idk I just, uhh...... procrastination lmao. Anyways, I'm not scheduling this for shit. BUHBYE.

[rumlnated]

regarding USAmericans and consumption/climate change though

something something womanhood capitalism something

[frog-plague]

Hey uh very fucking random of me and please don't kill me (or do, your choice really) UHHH but like I'm not gonna say alot bc like ik you've been like getting harassed by random blogs (noah) but literally besides all that I'm pretty sure I may or may not have some form of Disassociative disorder as well...

idk I'm really sorry and I know it's really shitty of me to like ever talk to you again lol um but like your kinda the only person I've ever known to be confident enough to identify these kind of things in yourself and be open about it, I'm not gonna trauma dump but I have experienced levels of trauma as well including neglect, and I'm not really sure how it shows but I'm too scared to tell anyone because I know I have BPD and C-PTSD as that has been diagnosed but I feel like I always experience this level of derealisation and that I can't recognise myself when I look in the mirror, sometimes the tone of my voice changes and like ejejejejen idkkk

I didn't know who to ask because if I try reach out for professional help I'd feel really embarrassed and my parents definitely won't agree and won't let any diagnosis through and ahhh how do you deal with it or identify alters (in like the most non-personal way) like should I do more research or... idk.

[Feel free to block me after I'm just kinda confused :(]

To my knowledge (please know I am not a doctor and cannot diagnose you), disassociation is a common symptom of cptsd and bpd

I feel like before jumping straight to the CDD label you should try to do your own research on the different types of CDD that can cause a system (maybe look more into p-did and osdd both 1a and 1b if you really think that there's a possibility that you're a system)

If you think you've identified an alter then try to get to know them, write notes to them and try to improve internal communication, they could help with understanding what possible diagnosis you could have (that's what happened with Atticus and Aaron. Both are dormant now but that's not the point here)

under the cut I will copy paste the sys info channel in a server I'm in

Diagnoses There are 4 diagnoses that can include Complex Dissociative Disorders (Systems);

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder

Other Specified Dissociative Disorder

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder

Only 2 of these are CDD specific; DID and PDID. PDID is often less known, as it is only a diagnosis in the ICD-11 and not the DSM-5 OSDD is split into multiple parts, and is used when you don't meet the full criteria for another dissociative disorder (eg, depersonalisation without derealisation), and partially covers CDDs. This section is widely known as OSDD1 (osdd1a/b are actually community terms!). UDD is a temporary or emergency diagnosis, as is used when there is insuficient information to make a full diagnosis.

Diagnostic Criteria DID A. Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states, which may be described in some cultures as an experience of possession. The disruption in identity involves marked discontinuity in sense of self and sense of agency, accompanied by related alterations in affect, behavior, consciousness, memory, perception, cognition, and/or sensory-motor functioning. These signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual. B. Recurrent gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events that are inconsistent with ordinary forgetting. C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. D. The disturbance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted cultural or religious practice. Note: In children, the symptoms are not better explained by imaginary playmates or other fantasy play. E. The symptoms are not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behavior during alcohol intoxication) or another medical condition (e.g., complex partial seizures)

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PDID A. Disruption of identity characterized by the experience of two or more distinct personality states (dissociative identities), involving discontinuities in the sense of self and agency. Each personality state includes its own pattern of experiencing, perceiving, conceiving, and relating to self, the body, and the environment. B. One personality state is dominant and functions in daily life (e.g., parenting, work), but is intruded upon by one or more non-dominant personality states (dissociative intrusions). These intrusions may be cognitive (intruding thoughts), affective (intruding affects such as fear, anger, or shame), perceptual (e.g., intruding voices fleeting visual perceptions, sensations such as being touched), motor (e.g., involuntary movements of an arm), or behavioural (e.g., an action that lacks a sense of agency or ownership). These experiences are experienced as interfering with the functioning of the dominant personality state and are typically aversive. C. The non-dominant personality states do not recurrently take executive control of the individual’s consciousness and functioning to the extent that they perform in specific aspects of daily life (e.g., parenting, work). However, there may be occasional, limited and transient episodes in which a distinct personality state assumes executive control to engage in circumscribed behaviours (e.g., in response to extreme emotional states or during episodes of self-harm or the reenactment of traumatic memories). D. The symptoms are not better accounted for by another mental disorder (e.g., Schizophrenia or Other Primary Psychotic Disorder). E. The symptoms are not due to the effects of a substance or medication on the central nervous system, including withdrawal effects (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behaviour during substance intoxication), and are not due to a Disease of the Nervous System (e.g., complex partial seizures) or to a Sleep-Wake disorder (e.g., symptoms occur during hypnagogic or hypnopompic states). The symptoms result in significant impairment in personal, family, social, educational, occupational or other important areas of functioning. If functioning is maintained, it is only through significant additional effort

OTHER DIAGNOSES As a questioning system, we will always support you in your journey of self discovery, however it's important to look into other possibilities!

There are many disorders that can superficially mimic or have symptoms very similar to a CDD;

DPDR or other dissociative disorders

Personality Disorders

PTSD

Psychotic Disorders

As you know your symptoms best, it's important for you to do your own research into these! As you do, it is important to also keep in mind that these are also commonly comorbid with CDDs, so if your symptoms match both, it may just be both.

Good luck!

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

ppppaart like. 4??? of the hero and basil thing. ummmm

taglist for this one should jusr be

@n3hmof1sh (idk?? im writing it for u so i figured 😭😭)

@pepperpeltz

ookaydoky i wrote A LOT today but heres some small tws

Neutral ending VAGUELY mentioned (no graphic descriptions (if any at all)), one/two instances of swearing, major character death, ‘delusional’/‘crazy’ used as derogatory terms

okay!!!!!!!!!

Hero followed behind Sunny, Kel, and Aubrey as they walked to Basil’s house. Kel was chattering to the other two (mostly Sunny) and Aubrey shivered a bit. When Kel quieted down for a moment, she said, “I hope it doesn’t rain. I re-dyed my hair last night…”

Kel rolled his eyes. “Oho, your poor pink hair… whatever will you do if it gets ruined?” He elbowed her playfully.

She scoffed. “Oh, shut up…”

They eventually reached Basil’s front door. Kel went up and knocked.

…It was not Basil that opened the door.

“Oh, hello, everybody!” Polly said.

Kel grinned. “Uh, hey, Polly! D’you think Basil could hang out?”

Polly leaned against the doorframe. “Ah, sorry, Basil’s in the hospital.”

Everyone froze. 

…What?

“What?” Kel asked, voicing Hero’s thoughts.

“Oh! Let me specify- he’s visiting his grandmother. She got taken in last night.” Polly said. “Sorry about that!”

There was a collective sigh of relief. “Thank god, that scared me half to death…” Aubrey muttered.

Polly smiled sympathetically. “Sorry, again. Maybe you can come back later?”

Kel nodded. “For sure!! Thanks for letting us know, Miss Polly.”

Polly nodded in turn. “Of course. See you later!”

She closed the door. Hero frowned. “I hope Basil’s okay.”

Kel rubbed his arm. “Yeah. Me too.”

***

“Basil? Please let us in… we’re worried about you.” Aubrey said, standing in front of Basil’s bedroom door. The house was dim, as it was late in the afternoon. 

…There was no answer.

Aubrey let her head fall against the door.

“...damnit, Basil.” She mumbled.

Kel sighed. “Hey… Basil. If you’re listening. We’re gonna stay the night, to check on you…”

Hero nodded. “Good idea, Kel.”

Kel turned to Polly. “Is that okay?”

Polly nodded. “Yes, it’s alright. I’m glad you’re all such caring friends. Basil’s lucky to have you.”

***

Hero woke up to Aubrey letting out a cry of shock.

He sat up. Sunny was asleep, and Kel and Aubrey were nowhere to be seen.

He got up, walking towards Basil’s room.

Polly, Aubrey, and Kel were all in the hallway.

Basil’s door was closed.

“Kel? Aubrey? What… happened…?” Hero asked.

Aubrey shook her head, pointing towards the bedroom.

Hero slowly walked over. He had a suspicion, and he was hoping he was wrong.

He was scared of what he was about to see.

Hero placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly twisted it…

…he gently opened the door…

And then he closed it.

“Oh my god…”

He stepped back. He felt sick.

Sunny came through the doorway, his eyes tired.

“No… Sunny… you’re supposed to be getting a fresh start. You shouldn’t see this…”Hero muttered.

Sunny ignored him, glancing at everyone else and then walking to the door.

He opened it, and then closed it as immediately as Hero.

A small whimper escaped his lips.

He stepped back, turned, and ran.

Kel stepped forward, his eyes teary. “Sunny, w-wait…”

The front door slammed.

***

Hero stood behind Kel and Aubrey as Kel knocked on the door of Sunny’s house.

“Maybe he’s sleeping. Let me try.” Aubrey said.

Kel stepped aside.

Aubrey raised her fist and banged on the door. “SUNNY SUZUKI!!” She yelled. “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED WE’LL—...we’ll…”

She trailed off as the door opened to reveal Sunny’s mother, her eyes puffy and red.

“Um. Miss Aiko.” Aubrey mumbled, awkwardly.

Kel held back a laugh.

“Are… you okay?” Aubrey asked.

Aiko shook her head. “My son is dead.”

Hero stepped back in shock. “What?”

“I came to pick him up and he wouldn’t come out of his room. And when I looked in…”

“No…” Kel muttered. “No, it can’t be… why does this keep happening to us…?”

Aiko sighed. “I’ve called an ambulance, but… come inside.” She stepped back to let them in.

***

Hero stared at the text from Kel.

‘Basil left a note.’

It had only been a week. But it had taken the whole week for someone to notice?

‘You’ll wanna read it in-person. Polly found it on his pillow- I don’t know how none of us noticed.’

Hero got up. Kel was at Basil’s house, with Aubrey, he knew. He’d head there… and read the note.

He was curious, he had to admit.

***

Hero set the piece of paper down.

‘I’m sorry.’

Really, Basil? You’re sorry?

‘I hope you’ll forgive me.’

I want to, but how could I? Mari was the love of my life. And you lied to us for 4 years about her death. How could you do something like that?

Basil… Sunny… why did you do it?

Aubrey huffed. “Get it? I don’t hate them but I’m angry. 4 years is a LONG time to mess with our brains and lie about something so major- if the cops didn’t know, at least we should have.”

I don’t get it. Why didn’t they call for help? Maybe we could have done something!! Maybe we could have saved Mari!

Oh, Sunny. You could have told Mari you didn’t want to play anymore. It didn’t have to end this way…

But…

“I forgive them.” Hero said.

Aubrey looked up at him. “Really? That fast?”

“Yes.”

“...I want to… really… but I need time. I need to think about this.”

Aubrey sat on Basil’s bed, next to Kel.

“Why did it have to go this way? It’s… awful. They’re both dead and there’s nothing we can do about it.” 

Kel looked down at her. “Oh, Aub… it is awful, but- at least Basil thought to tell us everything…”

“Yeah, at least. Would have been really frickin’ selfish of him not to.”

“Well, Basil’s not… selfish.”

“Sunny is.”

“What?”

“He chose to get violent instead of venting his frustrations!! If he’d just thought for a moment, maybe Mari wouldn’t be dead!!”

Kel flinched back. “Well- look, Aubrey, just put yourself in his shoes. You don’t know if he told Mari how he felt or not. What if Mari just didn’t listen?”

“Oh, don’t make Mari the bad guy here.”

“I’m not!! Mari just wanted the recital to be perfect- you know her!! Maybe Sunny was just overwhelmed!! But of course, you wouldn’t know because you never thought to ask how he felt, did you?!”

Aubrey fell silent.

Hero stared at the note.

‘Please, don’t hate Sunny; he did nothing wrong. It’s not anybody’s fault- it was a freak accident.

Basil’

I won’t.

Sunny was a great friend to everyone… How could I hate him?

“Aubrey, Kel, just look at what Basil said here at the end.” Hero said.

Aubrey and Kel looked over. Aubrey leaned in close to the table.

“...Just because Basil says that doesn’t mean anything. He also said this.” She said, pointing to a different part.

‘I don’t want anything bad to happen to Sunny. Be sure to have him read this, okay? I need him to know he’s a good person and I trust him with my life. He’s incapable of hurting anyone, even if he breaks promises sometimes- that’s only human. I forgive him for everything he’s done, to me and to you, and even Mari.’

“It’s like he’s in love with Sunny or something.” Kel said.

Aubrey frowned. “What? No way.”

“Anything’s possible, I suppose… but I don’t think that’s really it.” Hero said.

“See? Exactly.” 

Kel scoffed. “Either he loves him or-”

“-Or he’s delusional.” Aubrey finished.

“That’s not-...” Kel trailed off.

Hero held up his hand. “Let’s… not call Basil delusional, okay?”

“..Ugh. Whatever. What’s this about, though?” Aubrey muttered, pointing to the note again.

‘That awful Something- blaming every fault and evil on Sunny, as always. Sunny didn’t push Mari. It was Something behind him. Surely you’ve seen it, lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike another one of us down. You can’t trust anything it says, it can only speak lies. Lies to turn you against Sunny and I.’

“...Well, it’s odd, but that shouldn’t justify your words-” Hero started.

“What the hell even is Something? Never seen it.” Aubrey interrupted.

“There’s this drawing here.” Kel said, tapping the paper.

“Ew. Looks like a pile of leeches with an eye.”

Kel shuddered. “Eugh. Just looks like some creepy demon to me.”

A demon…

Wait, trauma-induced hallucinations.

“It’s not real.” Hero said. “It’s not real.”

Aubrey looked back up at him. “What? Yeah, clearly not.”

“What is it, then?” Kel asked.

“Trauma-induced hallucination.” Hero replied.

“...Oh, hey, that makes much more sense.”

“Uh-huh…” Aubrey said. “So, they’re both crazy?”

“What?” Hero was appalled. “No?? That’s not what I said. They just weren’t mentally well, after witnessing something like that.”

“They’re crazy.”

“No. You shouldn’t call them crazy until we have proof that it’s clinically correct.”

“You are so lame. Basil seems pretty loopy to me.”

Hero pinched the bridge of his nose. “Basil is not crazy.” He said, firmly.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “Whatever floats your boat.”

“Aubrey, you could stop being so mean. Is that any way to talk about the deceased?” Hero asked.

“I’m just saying.”

“I don’t care what you’re ‘just saying’.”

“Why? I’m really not that far off.”

“...Basil was… a little messed up. Not crazy.”

Aubrey got up and walked out. “He was crazy!!” She called over her shoulder.

[telugxrl13]

Brooo yk how u do them follower events (super fvcking cool btw) but like how do u think of ideas??? Cuz idk if I’m gonna do one but I’m close to 50 followers so I thought “MAYBE”

So uh help pls😭

I DON'T

I NEVER HAVE ANY IDEAS

I LITERALLY NOT EVEN JOKING STARE AT MY SCREEN FOR HOURS TO GET INSPO

also congrats!

im gonna make an organized list of random stuff so its easier to read because i was gonna yap but then i was like thats not legible...

Pick a theme! I like picking themes based on one of my fandoms! It makes the entire event so much more fun! You can also pick themes based on the season, a color (you could literally do green), or just not pick a theme at all!

If you have a theme, then assumably, your prompts should somehow coordinate with the theme. For example, I didn't actually stare at a blank screen, I stared at the Camp Half-Blood map, since thats the theme of my event. For each area (eg. the cabins, the amphitheater), I tried to write a prompt that coordinated with it. (eg. the fact that the bonfire in the amphitheater changes color based on mood, so that prompt is a mood board!)

So you can just list a bunch of random prompts. Writing oneshots, drawing, creating collages, etc. Whatever you're good at. Or even just matching people to characters, or songs. Each prompt needs to have a corresponding name or even an emoji, so instead of writing out the whole prompt, your followers can just write the name of the prompt! And it's more fun! The emojis can literally be anything you want (e.g. if your theme is green then you can have a tree emoji or a frog emoji or whatever)

Write the necessary information! Start date and end date, how many prompts per person, etc! (Don't forget this, if you don't specify you're event could turn to chaos lol)

Anything else is pretty much your own personal touch! Hope this helped!

(sorry this was posted late i had guests over last night)

[test-url-please-ignore]

HUH????!

I- gosh uh idk what to say,

Thank you all so much for 100 followers!! I can't express how thankful I am to you all for helping me get this far! Seriously thank you so much!!!!

I guess I should finally make an intro post huh,,

I guess since the poll is practically finished, Please feel free to send in asks to any of my goobers and I’ll try to draw stuff for all of em!! (Including Lovebug au!!(just specify that it’s for the au if you do)) 

I’m also working on another au that once I’ve finished the art for, you can send in asks to them too!

yeay !

art soon :)

[scarlettcryptid]

no idea what im naming the every officially coloured dabi panel blog. that is too much of a mouthful. i also wanna specify it's coloured panels bc i don't want it to get mixed up with the black and white blog idk if the owner of that one would get mad about that but i still don't want it to get confusing

everycoloureddabipanel actually should i take out the 'u' it looks so ugly but if someone's looking for it they might not add it and

everycoloreddabi the double d is kind of ugly..

dabicolored uh..........

i hate all of them HELP??