#uhhh yeah mine looks a little messed up in the eyes but it's got spirit right that's what counts

[wigglesdtuff]

Panel redraw for some expression practice... Oda is very good at this

[safertokiss]

Concentrated Interests

A/N: Hola my friends! This fic was my entry for the Secret Fic Swap I participated in with a couple of close friends on here and it was written and dedicated to @nerdgirljen​. It was so much fun to write and thank you guys so much for all the support and love!

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 3.3k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer had never really understood the concept of soulmates or love at first sight.

In his mind, it defied pretty much every scientific law about human interaction out there and was simply a coping mechanism for those who were romantically unlucky. At least that was what he had thought until a certain tech analyst walked through the BAU’s doors and into his life. 

He was frozen. Totally and utterly enamored by the woman his eyes were currently attached to. He watched her stumble into the bullpen, a large box situated in her arms, seemingly impairing the entirety of her vision and coordination, evident by the way she kept bumping into things in her path. It wasn’t until she hit a particular desk corner and spilled the contents of the box, her belongings scattering across the floor, that Spencer broke out of his stupor and took action. 

“Woah there, let me help you with that!”, he exclaimed, immediately rushing to her side and starting to collect some of the fallen items to put back into the box.

“Oh, thank you so much. Gah, this is so embarrassing. I promise you I’m not always this uncoordinated and clumsy”, she explained with a nervous chuckle. After everything was picked up and they both had stood up from their crouched positions, she hurriedly straightened out her skirt before outstretching her hand. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” She immediately noticed the slight panic that crossed his features at her gesture and was momentarily confused.

“I-uh-I kind of don’t, um, do the whole hand shaking thing. Yeah, uh, the number of pathogens spread through a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to...oh god I’m sorry you didn’t ask for a full-out science lesson. It’s, um, really nice to meet you, I’m Reid. Doctor. Spencer”, he sputtered out nervously.

Chuckling softly, Y/n retracted her hand, opting to instead lightly nudge his shoulder. “Well Reid Doctor Spencer, it’s nice to meet you too”, a teasing smile adorning her face as she spoke. Spencer quickly felt a warm blush spread across his features at the absurdity of his introduction.

“S-sorry about that. What I meant to say is that my name is-”

“Pretty boy!”

Both of their heads swiveled towards the sound, searching for the source, before landing on a man across the room.

“Hotch needs us in the briefing room. Stop flirting with the new girl and get your ass in here!” They watched him walk away chuckling before turning back to each other.

“Pretty boy huh? Well I guess it’s fitting, I mean you do have really nice cheekbones and dimples. And your eyes are kind of beautiful. Not that I ummmm-not that I think you’re beautiful or anything, it’s just uhhh...um...I’m gonna stop talking now.” Spencer could feel the blush returning to his features, watching the same happen to her, from the frenzied rambling that had just poured from her lips, but he found it endearing on her and quite honestly, really adorable. 

“I-uh I gotta go, you know, um deal with that, but it was very nice meeting you”, he sputtered out, sending a small wave in her direction. She shyly giggled at his nervousness which was surely reflected on her end as well. “See ya around Reid Doctor Spencer.”

“Spencer. It’s um-it’s Spencer.”

“Spencer”, she repeated back softly, nodding him off with a gentle smile on her face.

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Spencer Reid was in love. The longer she was around him the more he realized he was completely and utterly in love with her, all of her. She was perfect in his eyes, intelligent, funny, a bit nerdy and just so adorable. The problem was just that he had absolutely no idea how to tell her how he felt. He had never really been the type to express his feelings to someone, especially to a girl as beautiful as Y/n. 

The female species wasn’t exactly his strong suit and he was very aware of that fact, painfully aware. However, he stayed hopeful that someday soon he’d muster up the courage to express his affinity for her. Realizing that today was definitely not that day, Spencer tried to push his conflict to the back of his brain so he could try to get some work done. Not before noticing that Y/n was slightly late, though.

Less than a minute after he noticed her absence, she came bursting into the bullpen with the largest grin adorning her features, an obvious pep in her step. Spencer watched as she skipped over to the rest of the team who were gathered around Emily’s desk, close enough where he could pretty much hear the majority of the words exchanged and profile their reactions.

He heard JJ ask what was making her so chipper this morning, and he chuckled softly to himself as he heard her immediately start rambling about whatever had her so elated. 

“Oh my god guys, you’ll never believe it! So a couple of weeks ago a good friend of mine asked me to help her with her website, because well...tech geek and all, so I got to mess around with all the software and went crazy! I was able to fiddle with the source code a bit and authorize a super high CRO and SEO to get her website out there. Not to mention all the growth hacking I was able to curate! Cool right?”

Y/n stopped to take a breath and noticed that the entirety of the team was staring at her with vacant expressions on their faces. She looked on with widened eyes as she asked, “What?”

“CRO?”, JJ questioned. Morgan awkwardly chuckled out a similar questioning tone, “SEO?” Of course that left Emily to bring up the rear. “Did I hear growth hacking in there?”

Her face scrunched up in confusion at all the questions that had just been hurled her way so suddenly. “Huh?”

“Baby girl we have absolutely no idea what any of the things you just mentioned are or what they do”, Morgan explained with a sympathetic smile on his face, as the other members nodded in agreement.

Spencer watched as Y/n’s face quickly morphed into one of utter disappointment at the knowledge that her colleagues had no clue what she was going on about. She had seemed so excited when she entered the bullpen earlier so he assumed she was probably very much looking forward to getting to talk all about it with her friends.

“Oh...that’s ok. Sorry for bothering you guys, sometimes I just get a little too excited and tend to ramble. I’ll um-I’ll talk to you guys later.” Y/n flashed them a small smile before making her way over to her desk, situated across the room near Spencer. 

“Hey Spence”, she shyly waved as she passed, a deflated look on her face. Trying to lift her spirits at least a little, he returned her gesture with a huge grin and wave, happy to see her smile brighten a bit at his enthusiasm. 

Once she was seated and facing away from him, he immediately found himself feeling overwhelmingly upset over her predicament. He hated seeing her look so defeated and down, she didn’t deserve to ever feel like that. She was simply too angelic for those kinds of feelings to permeate her mind. 

Spencer wished more than anything that he knew what she was talking about so she could go to him. He’d let her ramble to him for hours on end if it meant he could listen to her melodic voice and see her beautiful face up close. 

All of sudden Spencer slapped his hand against his head and groaned, “Of course you dipshit”, before pulling up a couple tabs on his computer.

For the next few hours his work was forgotten as he studied and learned pretty much everything there was to know about technical analysis and the programming that Y/n seemed so ecstatic about, anxious to give her, at last, a companion to discuss her passion with. 

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“See you later Reid!”

Spencer’s head snapped up as he heard the people around him saying their goodbyes and goodnights, realizing that he had been distracted by his screen the entire day and that it was already time to go home. He watched as his friends walked out together, all laughing about something that Morgan had said, before noticing movement in the corner of his eye. 

As he turned his head he noticed that the only person who was still there in the bullpen with him was Y/n, and she was staring at the posse that had just exited the room, a longing look plastered across her features that broke his heart. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was now or never, he rose up from his seated position and made his way over to her, hoping that he had learned enough to lighten her mood.

“Hey there!”, he exclaimed when he had found himself right behind her. As soon as the words started escaping his lips, she jumped in her seat, her hand flying to her heart.

“Jesus Christ Spence! You scared the complete shit out of me!”

Chuckling softly at her overreactive response, he moved to sit on her desk, facing her heavily breathing sitting figure. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you that you were still here and was wondering why you hadn’t left with everyone else?” She quickly looked down and blushed at his questioning, embarrassed of her answer.

“Oh I-um they just looked like they were having a lot of fun and I didn’t really want to interrupt so I thought I’d stay back for a little bit to-uh finish up some stuff.” Once she finished her unconvincing explanation, Spencer leaned back a bit and studied her. While this was something he found himself doing often, always getting distracted by her spectacular figure, he focused on her body language more than anything, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Y/n, you look absolutely exhausted. Have you even been sleeping lately?”, he asked, genuine concern laced within his words.

“Y-yeah I haven’t really. I’ve kind of been pretty preoccupied in the last few days helping out a friend. It’s really fun, but it’s also very time consuming”, she stuttered out, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Oh right! I had heard you mention that earlier today! That must be awesome getting to basically build your own website!”

“I swear I feel like a kid in a candy store doing that kind of stuff. I just find it so relaxing and exciting at the same time!”

“I totally get it. I was really impressed with how well you were able to manipulate the site’s conversion rate optimization-did you know that a site’s CRO and SEO are considered as two of the most essential tools required to run a thriving website or online business. It’s actually astounding how much the results differ between competition depending on their efficiency.”

All Y/n could do, while Spencer rambled on and on about her most passionate subjects, was sit there in complete awe. The sound of the tech-geeky words that spilled from his beautiful lips was simply orgasmic. Never had she met someone who seemed as enthused as her when it came to all her technical endeavors, and she didn’t know exactly how to react. Her biggest crush on the entire planet was sitting in front of her spouting off facts like they were going out of style.

However, amidst all the wonder that circulated through her being, confusion washed over her.

“Wait hold up! What’s going on Spence?”

“Uhhh, what do you mean?”, he questioned shyly, a blush coating his face.

Narrowing her eyes at him she expanded her questioning. “I’ve known you for months now and I can guarantee I have never once heard you mention anything even remotely technical. In fact I’ve heard you explain time and time again how confused you are by the complexities of the simplest of technology. Spill, pretty boy”, she demanded, maintaining eye contact with him.

Figuring out that he had been caught, he shyly lowered his head as the blush on his face deepened, embarrassment coursing through his veins. “I-I noticed how excited you were this morning when you came parading into the office, the wide grin that adorned your face, the skip in your step. And I heard you ramble on and on about your friend’s website and you just seemed so damn happy and then they basically just shut you down right away because they didn’t understand and I-uh I hated seeing you like that and wanted you to have someone to talk to. So I spent all day today researching and learning so you could have someone to talk to, so you wouldn’t feel alone. I-I’m sorry if that’s creepy or if it’s too-”

Spencer was suddenly cut off mid-sentence as lips smashed against his own, effectively shutting him up. His eyes immediately widened at the bold action, before he melted into the kiss, desperately responding to her fervent advances with an equal passion. 

Y/n moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed at her wet lips, begging for entry. The feeling of their tongues entangling was euphoric and they both wanted, needed more. Spencer gently grabbed her and, turning so they were both facing it, lifted her onto the desk and stood between her legs. As the kiss deepened, their hands began to tear at each other’s clothing, Y/n hastily undoing his tie and dress shirt as he all but ripped off her blouse, groaning at the sight. 

“God Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.” He watched her eyes roll back into her head at his words as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Please Spence, I need you. I need you so much baby.” His eyes sparkled at her desperate plea, mirroring her need wholeheartedly.

Backing away slightly he unzipped her skirt and dragged it down her legs along with her panties, quickly reaching up to also unclasp her bra. “You’ve got me baby, you’ve got me.”

She surged forward and reconnected their lips, her hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging hard. The groan that escaped his throat lit her body on fire and further ignited her need for the man in front of her. His hands, that had been cupping her face, drifted downward stooping to briefly toy with her breasts before reaching his intended destination.

She moaned loud and deep as his hands cupped her sex, gently rubbing his fingers against her. He could feel her buck her hips slightly, searching for more. Receiving the message loud and clear, he inserted his pointer finger into her, reveling in the throaty groans that poured from her lips. As he added more digits into her and gently rubbed her clit, their lips moved rapidly against each other.

Y/n needed more, letting her hands lower to the obvious bulge that was straining against his slacks, palming him incessantly. Moaning hoarsely, he pulled away and quickly undid his pants, desperate for some sort of relief. As he stepped out of his slacks and boxers, he watched her eyes widen as they took in the sight in front of her.

“Woah.” He nervously chuckled at her response.

“Uh t-thanks?”

Giggling at his uncertainty she reached out and dragged him in once again, feeling his swollen tip bump against her, both of them moaning at the euphoric feeling. Realizing how fast things had moved, he pulled back slightly to search her eyes. “Are you sure baby?”

Falling even more in love with him, her smile widened as she nodded. “I am so very sure Spence. I-I love you.” She watched the grin that spread across his face at her confession.

“God Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he lined himself up at her entrance and swiftly thrusted into her dripping heat. The overwhelming feeling caused both of them to let out matching groans of pleasure, Y/n latching onto Spencer and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to get a grip. Once he was sure she was ok, he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, soon setting a steady pace.

“Oh Spencer! You feel so perfect inside of me! So, so good!”, you exclaimed, cries of pleasure leaving your mouth.

“Baby you’re so warm and tight around me, I love you so much!” 

“I love you t-too!”

He gradually increased his already brutal thrusts, Y/n feeling herself fastly approaching the brink of ecstasy at the hands of the resident genius. Leaning back on her elbows, Spencer used the opportunity to pound even harder into her wanting body, his own release just around the corner. 

“Are you going to cum for me pretty girl?” She couldn’t control herself after hearing his dirty words, unaware that he was capable of such a thing, feeling her eyes roll back once again. She nodded fervently, about to crash over the edge. All rational thought was out the window once his fingers found her throbbing clit, rubbing incessantly, catapulting her into her climax, her pussy clenching around his rigid cock as she came.

“Oh my god Spencer!”

Her reactions were simply too much for him, groaning and moaning uncontrollably, finding his thrusts sputtering out of control as his cock twitched deep inside of her, quickly reaching his highly anticipated orgasm. She felt his seed fill her up completely as he panted out her name over and over again, both of them coming down from their highs, breathing deeply.

“Wow. Fucking wow,” she blissfully sung, a wide grin coating her lips.

“Y/n, baby, that was insane. You’re insane.”

He helped her off the desk so they could redress and finally leave the office, noticing how late it had gotten. They couldn’t help themselves from sending each other giddy smiles as they put on their clothes and eventually made their way down to their respective cars. 

Neither one of them seemed ready to leave each other just yet, some unspoken feeling crackling in the air between them. Taking the initiative, Y/n leaned forward, gently connecting their lips in a kiss that held the same passion from earlier, but was much more relaxed and romantic. Pulling back after a few moments, Y/n’s eyes sparkled up at Spencer’s as she spoke.

“Spence, what you did earlier...no one’s ever done something like that for me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you would go out of your way just to make me feel comfortable and happy.”

“Y/n, I promise you I wanted to wholeheartedly. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness. I just-I just love you so damn much. I think I have since you walked in and dropped all your shit on the floor”, he said chuckling. 

“Heyyyy, that was one time jerk”, she defended, a matching chuckle evident in her voice. “But I know what you mean. I think I’ve loved you since you introduced yourself as Reid Doctor Spencer, that memory will forever be embedded in my mind.” She couldn’t stop the light giggle that fell from her lips at the thought of their first meeting.

Meeting her eyes, suddenly a bit shy, he gently cupped her face, “What if, from now on, I introduced myself as your boyfriend?”, he asked cautiously, anxiously waiting to see how she reacted to his proposition. Instead of answering right away she jumped forward, throwing her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

“I would love nothing more, my gorgeously intelligent boyfriend.”

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[twixtandshout]

Tagged by @pidgeonpostal! And not tagging anyone else because I have SOILED the original template (soiled it!!) in deference to my [brushes off skirt] mostly clean public-facing appearance.

...I’ve been making a lot of Spongebob memes lately for someone who has not seen Spongebob.

How many works do you have on AO3?

71!

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

...306,834. Jesus.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Uh. Many! I do a lot of one-offs (and/or start long things I never finish) in many different places. My top three fandoms by fics written are RWBY (29), Undertale (25), Gravity Falls/Transcendence AU (4).

Bet you can’t tell where my hyperfixations have fallen. 

I’ve also got some Pokémon and Sonic the Hedgehog fics back on my ff.net account, or I think I still do, anyway, but let’s never go back there pls

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Sweeter Than Honey (Undertale): Taking a Completely unsurprising first place, with over 600 more kudos than the runner-up, the haphazard Underswap fic featuring a post-college self-insert I wrote just after high school! I shake my head some at how overblown and ridiculous the gap between this and all my other stuff is (c’mon, guys, I’ve written way better fics), but this is also the fic which prompted me (and at least one other person!) to start using they/them pronouns. I’ve gotten a lot of really sweet comments about how seen and appreciated it’s made people feel, so I can’t get down too far about it.

2. To Be A Hero (BNHA): I don’t count myself as part of the BNHA fandom, for a number of reasons, but for something that’s arguably the main motivation for the entire plot, Midoriya’s quirklessness is something I’ve never thought has been handled well. This fic marked the first time I (somewhat tentatively) claimed the disability label (thanks again to Sweeter Than for prompting that realization) to hold that lens over canon. It also really shot up my chart, dang! It’s the only thing here I’d consider “recent.”

3. Three-Sentence Shipping (Undertale): Self-explanatory.

4. Brothers Beyond Bonedaries (Undertale): Ah, the way-overcomplicated AU³ I got nowhere close to finishing. One of the things I really like about Undertale is the interface screw, how Toby Fox uses the medium of the video game to pull off crazy things and enhance his game, but most of the fic written for the fandom seems dedicated to explaining it away, grounding it, rather than taking it to the next step and messing with the medium of fanfiction when you keep the story going. I tried to do something cool like that here, playing with questions like narrator and authorship and breaking the fourth wall, even taking the “final boss” fight to a “totally separate” fic reached through the first by link – but, well, then I never finished it, which probably didn’t make anything less confusing for the poor folks who missed the intent.

5. Spirit and Such (Gravity Falls: Transcendence AU): A whole fic written to line out a particular image I had, which, naturally, never made it to the page. I consider it a bit of a cautionary tale for myself when it comes to writing (near-)original content; there’s a lot I look back on and cringe. I still love the characters, though – well, the important ones – and I think just stepping away from the tried-and-true Mizar formula nets it a star sticker here.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

>w>; I try, but a lot of the time I just don’t have anything to say? Like, oh, you liked it? Neat. There’s not much to respond to in comments like that, and then I’m weighing falling down on an ~obligation~ to respond to every message in my inbox vs annoying people with copy-paste fluff responses all down the page. Plus I know I make more of an effort to comment on things that didn’t get the attention I feel they deserve, so if I’m driving up my own comment count with nonsense, am I preventing myself from being in a position to receive more comments later? And then if I do comment, am I being too effusive or running people’s ears off explaining things they don’t actually need to know? Sometimes people just want to express interest or admiration and don’t necessarily want a whole peek and guided tour behind the curtain.

Can you tell I have anxiety? x3;

Anyway, I do respond when I can. And I keep most of the comments I’ve gotten to go back and reread. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm, hmm. Lots of stuff in the TQ Nonsense series would probably qualify! I’m thinking of Unfixable, Wolfsong, and Ethanol. And there’s Bursting Through A Blood-Red Sky (I Can Live, I Can Breathe), of course, but that was always intended to have a fix-it epilogue. It’s just that I wrote it in a couple of hours day-of, stared at it, and decided I didn’t wanna just then. But now that’s As Long As You’re Still Burning Bright (I’m Still Awake), and that’s probably the best romance I’ve written, so that one worked out.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Now and then! When the urge strikes. Uhhh, I’ve got a series of Doctor Who x Undertale crossovers I actually made a whole dang verse for that never made it to print. Get a couple great comments on that every few months or so. I think the World Trigger x Undertale crossover is probably weirder, though, by virtue of WT being a very small fandom. My enthusiasm kinda sputtered out on that one.

Mostly I just daydream crossovers with whatever happens to catch my eye at any given moment. I have a lot!!!! Though odds are out on whether I manage to remember any of them once the initial thought’s passed, lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Gotten a couple eyebrow-raising comments, but I think mostly I’m just too small a writer to draw that kind of attention.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t? think so? Think my tastes are a little niche for most people to bother ^^;

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone apologize once for any language mistakes in their comment cause they had to run it through a translator! That’s not what you asked (the answer is no), but it’s very flattering to think that someone liked my fic enough to read and comment despite the language barrier.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! :D @pidgeonpostal was gracious enough to agree to co-write Five Nights at Denny’s with me off an idea about shoes. This has fulfilled a long-held dream of mine (collabing with someone, not the shoes) and also introduced me to some lovely people.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Who has time for just one? ;3c Honestly, I care more about the characters and how the relationship – any relationship – between them changes them than I do about ~A Ship~ as a solid, bounded noun-object. I’ve got characters I like more and less and feelings about who does and doesn’t have chemistry in which directions with whom, but finding anything that agrees with those preferences is hard, harder when you take alloromanticism into account. I’ll play in any sandbox with cool toys, especially if other folks have already built sick sandcastles there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

[kicks every single unfinished fic further under the bed] What nooo no WIPs here, everything on my account is either finished or does not exist

I’ve got a couple extra chapters of Sweeter Than floating around unposted, but 1. that fic’s a mess 2. high school Twixt and post-college Twixt are different people and trying to contort myself into three other me-shapes just cause people Like this fic is not something I’m super interested in 3. it’s headed for an emotional dip and I’d rather leave it where it is than post two chapters, stall out again, and leave folks with a bad end.

As for other fics... it’s looking more and more likely that v7 of my Yellow Brick Road AU will never actually make it out. >w>; I’ve got some really great ideas, but not enough to make me feel like I know what I’m doing, and that’s a big roadblock. Plus trying to engage with RT’s Atlas-Mantle worldbuilding in any serious capacity is... a headache. I can’t recommend the Happy Huntress Cinematic Universe enough, but it leaves some pretty big shoes to follow! And I’ve got small feet. <w<;

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue’s fun, probably as an extension of characterization. I love tearing into what makes people tick, especially against the backdrop of their environment, the story they’re in, and the people they’re up against. Voice is a double-edged sword; I’ve been told my writing is really recognizable and individual, but on the other hand, I’ve been growing frustrated with with the limits of my narrative ability. There’s a strong rhythm I keep when I write (you might notice it here, even) but that leaves me feeling predictable and stale. I’m not sure I’m great at setting as a matter of course, but I’m pretty good at describing setpieces where the need comes up; that comes from my background in poetry, as does the fun I have with sublimating and abstracting complex imagery. And I think I bring some needed nuance to the universal. For good or ill, I don’t do what “everyone else” is doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, writing, for one thing. If I don’t know how something’s going to go and don’t have the urge to write it, it isn’t getting done, which means there’s a billion things that will never see the page and a few hundred more that are never getting finished. I lose momentum easily and have a hard time getting started, and I put way too much standing on finding a foothold with other people; as critical as I am of my work, I have high expectations for the stuff that passes muster, and it never seems to measure up. I’m also really uncreative. Yeah, I can mix up elements and extrapolate events, but coming up with things wholesale is really hard, which is why I avoid it wherever possible and steal/reskin stuff from other places instead.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Something along the lines of “Hoo boy, I am Not qualified for this but hopefully it’s decent anyway.” Maria’s Spanish lines haven’t been a big deal – I’ve used it sparingly and, as a Latin language, it should be easy for English-speaking audiences to pick up on the gist – but I’ve had a harder time with Tai’s Chinese, both because I have Even Less background there and because it is, of course, an entirely different language system. If I write it out in English or Romanized italics, am I colonizing it or changing the meaning? If I write it out in the presumed-original characters (presumed because it’s Google Translate and who knows if I’m even barking in the right forest), am I confusing or alienating my presumed-majority-English-speaking audience? Where should I put the translations? Should I put the translations? And for Frisk’s sign language, thinking back, are the brackets I used instead of quotes alienating/infantilizing? I like that different characters give the text between a different feel, but I’m not an ASL speaker – and I’m pretty sure the word is “speaker,” which would only reinforce that that demographic would rather I didn’t do that. It’s important for all these characters, I think, that they use non-English language where it makes sense; it’s part of who they are. But as a white monolingual English-speaker, I don’t think I can really weigh in.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Thaaaat’d be Pokémon, followed closely with Sonic the Hedgehog. Whether those fics are still on my ff.net account or not (pretty sure I’ve purged them, but you never know) I’ve still got a couple saved to a folder on my current laptop, ostensibly so I can look back and see how far I’ve come and more practically to allow for the possibility of furthering group cohesion through public shaming.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I still like the idea behind The Man Who Is Atlas, and Burning Bright (Still Awake) gets props for being my current fic, though it’s currently in that spot where I’m excited to get new chapters posted but also quietly marking everything up in red pen. I think Harbinger gets the crown here, at least for now.

[katierosefun]

author interview tag game

thank you for the tag, @pandora15! <3

Name: caroline

Fandoms: mostly the clone wars, but i also have some marvel stuff, and waaay back in the day, i wrote some doctor who and merlin stuff!

Where you post: primarily on ao3! i mostly just write on tumblr when i’m accepting prompts from like...ask games or something.

Most Popular Oneshot: real

Most Popular Multichap: to these memories (this fic only recently hit 1k kudos, and my heart?? w h a t)

Favorite Story You’ve Written: def. to these memories because a) longest fic i’ve ever written, and b) oh, the hours i logged into writing this fic, and c) oh, the outlining that went into this fic...i’m very proud of myself for completing the fic, and of course, i credit this to everyone who showed their lovely support for the story. :’)

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: uhhh definitely too far just because it’s...rather personal. i sometimes say that there’ll be a scene or two or just straight up a line or two that’s plucked out of my real life, and i think it’s inevitable for writers of any kind, including fic writers, to isolate their real lives completely from whatever they’re writing, and?? this fic is probably the most personal for me because of that. i remember kinda hem-hawwing about posting it, because i was like whoa, maybe this is a little too personal? but then i steeled myself and was like, “okay, well, would this have lifted my spirits when i needed a story like this??” and then decided to post it.

How you choose your titles: i def. toss and turn between titles! there’s a few fics of mine that are straight-up song lyrics (no surprise there), but to my surprise (as i was looking through my catalogue of fics just now), i realize that a lot of my fics are usually just words or two about what i think might have been extremely important to the story. (or captures the overall tone/theme of the story, anyways.)

Do you outline? for multi-chapter fics and relatively long one-shots with lots of moving parts, i’ll outline. but for shorter one-shots and prompts, i’ll usually just stick with the image that compelled me to write the prompt/one-shot in the first place! (and then kinda write around that.)

Complete: uhhhhh, i’m gonna answer relatively for all my clone wars fics, because in total, i have 74 completed fics. (make that...75, hopefully in a few minutes or hours!) but out of clone wars fics, i have 46 completed fics! (and again, hopefully 47 in a little while.) a part of me is lowkey hoping that i’ll get up to 100 total fics by the end of this year. a part of me highly doubts it, but given how much i was able to write over summer break, i’m...intruiged if i wind up somehow writing another twenty or so fics by the end of this year. (asfsf my wip list is long enough to fill in for another twenty fics. caroline finish all your wips challenge.)

In Progress: okay, so officially, time, wondrous time is in progress and online. but in terms of the works in progress on my laptop...i have...*mutters, counting* fourteen official wips. (ten of them are one-shots, and the other four are longform fics. one of them, i’m hoping to release next week (!!!), and another, i’m hoping to release hopefully around mid-december. uhhh so fingers crossed??)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: oops, i guess i kinda already answered that question, but eh, might as well! the one coming out next week (hopefully!! caroline get your shit together challenge!!) is titled most ardently, and it’s an obitine au based off pride & prejudice because i cannot and will not shut up about obitine being the period drama ship out of star wars okay--

and then the other longform fic that is very overdue is called getting lost in a big galaxy, which is a fix-it of sorts taking place after season 5. anakin’s gone missing, and obi-wan winds up going on a galaxy-ride road trip with ahsoka (who, remember, has left the order) to find their idiot. this is honestly my excuse to just write more obi-wan and ahsoka content. hopefully, that’ll be posted in december!! (despite the fact i...originally meant to post it in august oOps.)

and then there’s this other longform fic which...might be coming in early 2021 called red, underlined, which is essentially...uh. everyone’s a stressed out law-school student, and anakin might have accidentally murdered professor palpatine, and now anakin, obi-wan, ahsoka, padme, and rex are all trying to find out what the hell to do with themselves because they’re all in on it. (def. influenced by how to get away with murder except without the criminal justice professor to lead them through the ropes. so more chaos. kind of a dark comedy vibe, if anything else? anakin no is major theme in this one. uh, i mean, maybe anakin was justified in murdering creep palpatine because our gang’s gonna find out what was going on in the background, but either way! lots of “holy shit are we good people are we bad people what are we doing”. lots of questions about morality! ethics! law school student study nights with anakin sprawled out on the floor and obi-wan wearing glasses (which he pushes up the bridge of his nose whenever he’s about to lecture anakin that no, that’s not how that statute works, dumbass) and ahsoka just bringing snacks and rex catching paper airplanes and padme being the one to supply everyone with very neat flashcards. this fic is gonna be an absolute beheamoth, and i’m estimating about 45 chapters? like...130K+ words? help? yeah idk either this really blew up in my head

and then...this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job, which is...office x tcw au. only not? it’s very, very loosely based off the office, but not really. obi-wan moves in as a new manager of a company, and we’ve got anakin being like “lol new guy i’m gonna mess with him”, and ahsoka being the one who’s both like “please don’t mess with our new boss” but also being like “actually, wait, lemme help”, rex being in hr and being like “i don’t get paid enough for this”. (also there’s some parts that are written like actual interviews like you would find in the office, so there’s this one bit where uhhh

Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to the cameras in silent question before turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, if you need to call maintenance, then I hardly think you need my permission—”

“Thanks!” Ahsoka says quickly, and she’s about to disappear from the doorway when Obi-Wan stands up.

“Wait, Ahsoka, what exactly—”

Ahsoka re-appears at the doorway. “Oh, right,” she says. “Um—maybe just stay away from the men’s bathroom for a little bit.” She pauses.

“Actually, just stay away from them for the rest of the day.” She hovers by the door for a minute longer, and then she adds quickly, “And maybe also avoid the breakroom. Everything’s fine!”

And with a perfectly not-fine smile, Ahsoka disappears from the doorway.

Obi-Wan stares at where Ahsoka was just a moment ago, and the he turns to the cameras in disbelief. “Did she just—” Unable to finish his own sentence, Obi-Wan starts out the door. “Ahsoka?”

The camera follows Obi-Wan out of the conference room and into the breakroom. There are only muffled shouts—Anakin’s shouts, and then Rex’s, and then Ahsoka’s frantic “no, sorry, everything’s fine!”, and then Obi-Wan’s loud, “What is going on in here?”

surprise y’all just got a snippet i’m sorry can you tell i’m weirdly into this au?? i need to rewrite some scenes but uh there you go

Prompts: for the most part, yes! i have some stuff in my faq about prompts that i’ll probably turn down (mostly anything that’s...above a certain rating/really, realy heavy themes that i just don’t think i can tackle with justice or with enough education on my end). i can be a little slow with prompts, but i’ll get to all of them in time!

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: uhhhh i have too many that i’m excited about. literally i can write a mini essay on every single one of the fics i’m working on? but uhhh i guess since i already talked about all my major longform fics above (asdfasdfsd didn’t mean to do that, i’m so sorry for everyone who had to scroll past that word-vomit), i guess the one i’m most excited about releasing is the post season 7 obi-wan-and-ahsoka-finally-talk-about-how-they-miss-each-other-also-sorry-for-fighting-with-you-i-know-you-were-just-trying-your-best fic. (not a whole ton of spoilers for this one, but uh. i’m looking at some of these scenes and making frustrated sounds because there’s this one particular instance where i’m like, ahsoka. ahsoka just talk to him just ta lk to him but then lol no talking :)) also maybe some h/c? lowkey sickfic might be involved in this somehow? might have accidentally served as a precursor to to these memories? help? this fic just ballooned. caroline keep your ideas contained challenge!)

No Pressure Tags: @lightasthesun @soplantyourownflowers @ohhellokenobiand anyone else who wants to join!

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Teen Wolf- Wolf Moon (1.01)

Pairings: Stilinski siblings, Scott McCall x Allison Argent, lowkey Scisaac 

Summary: Scott is attacked in the woods and develops new skills. While the Stilinski triplets try to figure out what’s happening, Scott hones in on the new girl, leaving Isaac feeling dejected.

Warnings: blood, cursing, animal bites, uhhh... wolf?

Word Count: 7793

“Ya know, that guy kinda looks a lot like you, Gabe.” Stiles pointed at the screen as a boy with a red school jacket and headphones made a face.

I looked from the TV to one of the boys. Their faces were alike, and they were probably the same height. Gabe’s hair was longer, and his face wasn’t as worried.

He snorted, “He does not.”

Stiles reached over and ruffled his hair. “Does too.”

Gabe uncurled himself from my side and pulled the pillow from me, hitting Stiles in the face with it. Stiles shot up, throwing his blanket over Gabe. The taller boy ran to the living room, positioning himself on one end of the round table. Gabe struggled to rip the blanket off before running after Stiles.

“Stiles, you dickhead!”

“Language!” My dad yelled from upstairs.

I laughed and got up from the couch, shuffling over to see my brothers circling each other around the table.

“Boys, come on.” I chuckled, seeing the playful snarl on Gabe’s face.

I rolled my eyes as Stiles growled. I decided I would film the disaster and ran upstairs to get my phone. I heard Dad on the phone with someone. I leaned against the door of his room.

“A body in the woods?”

“Yeah, two joggers found it.”

“But only one half?”

That sounded strange.

“Yes, sir.”

“So let me get this straight. Two joggers went for a run in the woods, and they found half of a twenty something year old girl’s body?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. I’m on my way over now.”

“Okay. State police will meet you there.”

“Okay. You have a nice night, now.”

“You too, sir.”

He hung up the phone before getting ready to leave. I ran and got my phone before scrambling back down to the boys, hoping my dad wouldn’t catch me.

“Lup, some help?” Stiles made a face.

“No.” I laughed and pulled out my phone so I could start to film.

Gabe turned and flashed a pearly white grin at the camera before talking himself up.

“Stiles, I’m gonna take you down.”

Dad came down the stairs, raising an eyebrow as he walked right into the middle of Gabe’s attempt to tackle Stiles. Stiles gasped as our father hit the ground, followed by the youngest Stilinski.

“Dad, are you alright?” Stiles and I rushed to his side, both stepping over Gabe.

He grunted as we helped him sit up. “I’m okay. Gabriel, what the hell was that?”

Said brunet flinched at the mention of his full name.

“Sorry Dad.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“I don’t know what you kids are doing, but I’ve got to go. I’ll be back by morning.” He groaned as Stiles helped him to his feet.

Gabe sighed as I pulled him up, ruffling his hair.

“What? Why?”

“Work calls, kiddos.” A pat to each of our heads.

“Dad, come on. Can’t it wait? Stiles and I play tomorrow and we won't be able to go out afterward if you're too tired.”

Dad placed a reassuring hand on Gabe’s shoulder and squeezed.

“Being the sheriff isn’t easy, Gabe. I’ll be back in time to see you guys tomorrow morning.”

Gabe huffed as Dad walked to the closet at the front, pulling on his jacket.

“Lupus, can you order some pizza for tonight?” He called.

I wandered over to him, shuffling on my feet.

“Sure.”

“I’m sorry, kids. I promise we’ll go out some other night.”

Stiles dropped his head onto mine. Gabe chewed at his cheek and nodded. Our dad grabbed the keys before opening the door.

“Oh, and kids?”

He turned back to see us. Our three heads snapped up, eyes wide.

“Make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time.”

He shut the door without another word.

Stiles let out a small sigh and Gabe let his shoulders slouch. He looked up at Stiles before looking down at me.

“What kind of pizza do you want?”

I only looked up at Stiles, who was staring holes into the door. “I wonder where he went.”

I grinned.

“We’re not getting pizza, are we?” Gabe asked as Stiles grabbed the keys to the jeep.

                                                          ***

“Wait, half of the body?” Gabe leaned forward, looking from Stiles to me.

“Yeah, they only found half of a girl’s body. Are you gonna make her say it again?” Stiles looked at him in the rearview mirror.

Gabe rolled his eyes. I ruffled his hair. He pulled back and fixed it before leaning forward again. I went to mess with it again, only to have him catch my hand and hold it.

“Are we stopping by to pick up Scott?” I asked.

“Yeah. You guys wait in the car.” Stiles said as we pulled to a stop in front of Scott’s house.

“Fine.” Gabe scoffed as Stiles left.

I climbed over to the back, leaning against my baby brother.

“Isn’t Dad gonna yell at us for this?” He asked, looking down towards me.

“Only if we get caught. And if we do, we’ll blame it on Sti.”

“Like hell you will.” Stiles popped back into the car, Scott sitting shotgun.

“Hi guys.”

“Hey Scott.” We spoke in unison.

“Do you wanna get Isaac, Lup?”

“No, I don't wanna drag him into this mess in case we get caught.”

Stiles scoffed. “We’re not gonna get caught. But fine.”

Stiles drove off to the woods. The ride consisted of Stiles making jokes and Scott rolling his eyes while Gabe and I stared out the windows in the backseat. Stiles parked in front of the sign stating that entering the preserve at night was forbidden.

“We're seriously doing this?” Scott jumped to the ground before helping me out of the car, Gabe following behind me.

Stiles grinned as Gabe shut the passenger door. “You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.”

Gabe sighed and shoved his hands in his jean pockets as we walked past the sign. Stiles turned his phone’s flashlight on.

“So what did we drag you from tonight, Scott?” I fell into step with him, my brothers ahead of us.

“I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” He answered.

“Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles called over his shoulder.

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.” Scott said proudly.

“Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” Stiles called again.

I rolled my eyes and patted Scott’s shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

Scott smiled before speaking, “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?”

“Huh! We didn't even think about that.”

“And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something we didn't think about.” I chewed at the inside of my lip as we climbed over a small hill, Gabe stumbling over his feet and muttering a curse.

“It's… comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.”

“I know.” Another sarcastic grin from Stiles as I helped Gabe steady himself.

Scott stopped to take a puff of his inhaler. I stayed behind with him as Stiles kept walking.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?”

Gabe noticed something and threw himself at the ground. I pulled Scott down as I dropped too. I realized there were officers right in front of us. Stiles got to his feet and started to run.

“Wait, come on!” He called after us.

Gabe and I exchanged looks before going after our brother, leaving Scott behind. We could get caught and be fine, but if Scott’s mom found out, his life would be over.

“Stiles! Wait up! Gabe! Lupus!”

Stiles was still ahead, Scott somewhere behind us once on his feet. One of the policemen shone a flashlight at Stiles, telling him to stop where he was. I yanked Gabe to hide behind a tree with me, Scott having the same idea a few yards back. I heard Dad speak as he approached his only visible child.

“Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me.”

“Dad, how are you doing?”

I heard Stiles’s nervous chuckle and stifled a giggle. 

“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?”

“No, heh. Not the boring ones.”

“Now, where’re your usual partners in crime?”

Before Stiles could mention Scott, Gabe and I left our spot, Gabe dragging me to our father. 

“I told them it wasn’t a good idea.”

“So it was you who listened in?” He shone the flashlight at me.

I only glared at Gabe, hopefully giving Scott time to get away undiscovered.

It didn’t work. “Where’re the other ones?”

I knew Scott was probably still behind the tree.

“Scott didn’t come along.” Gabe started.

“Yeah, he wanted to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow’s game. I didn't grab Isaac. He's probably at home.” I added, not lying.

“It’s just the three of us in the woods.” Stiles said.

“Alone.” We smiled.

Dad took his light off me and aimed it towards the woods.

“Scott, you out there? Scott? Isaac?”

No answer, not even leaves shifting around. The three of us bit back grins, knowing Scott was still there, just well hidden.

Our father sighed and looked back to his three children before staring me down. I faltered and gave a nervous smile.

“Well, young lady, I'm gonna walk you and your brothers back to the car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.”

I knew I was in for it, but hey, at least Scott got away and we had fun. Gabe managed to lighten the mood as our dad walked us back to the Jeep, making jokes about how tomorrow was gonna go for him and Stiles. We piled into the car, Gabe in the back, Stiles driving, and me in the passenger seat.

“Be careful driving home, okay kids?”

The three of us nodded.

“Bye Dad.”

He sighed and shook his head slightly.

“Bye.”

I rolled my window up as Stiles drove away. Gabe sighed as our dad fell out of sight.

“How’s Scott gonna get home?” He asked.

Stiles only shrugged. “He’ll be fine.”

                                                         ***

I rolled my eyes and held the door of the Jeep open for Gabe as he got out. Jackson had just hit Scott with the door of his overpriced car and was now scowling at him. We walked towards Scott and returned Danny’s wave. Jackson smiled at me but I rolled my eyes again. Everyone on the lacrosse team wanted to be good with the manager, even the captain.

Scott had called us last night to let us know that he had lost his inhaler and had been bitten by some animal when he went to look for it.

“Okay, let’s see this thing.” Gabe nudged Scott, eager to investigate the wound.

He had always had an affinity for things like that, and he was probably gonna be some sort of first responder when he grew up.

“Ooh!” Stiles grimaced, having always hated the sight of such grotesque things.

“Yeah.”

Gabe reached out to peel back the bandaging, but Scott moved back.

“Whoa! It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.” Scott shouldered his bag and we started walking.

“A wolf bit you?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.”

“No, not a chance.” I shook my head, the only one of the four without a lacrosse stick.

“I heard a wolf howling.”

“No, you didn't.” I shook my head again.

Scott scoffed, “What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?”

“Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like 60 years.” I laughed at him.

“Really?”

We stopped walking, “Yes, really. There are no wolves in California.”

Scott shoved his free hand into his jean pocket. “All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body.”

“You… are you kidding me?” Gabe jumped in.

Scott shook his head, “No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since-” Stiles’s attention turned to the popular girl as she walked towards us. “Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia-”

She walked right past us without even glancing at him.

“You look…like you're gonna ignore me.” He turned to Scott. “You're the cause of this, you know.”

“Uh huh.” Scott smiled.

“Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association.”

The bell rang and we started walking again.

“I've been scarlet-nerded by you.” Stiles accused Scott.

                                                         ***

Stiles took an empty seat in the back and I sat behind Gabe, next to Stiles. Scott took the only free seat near the middle of the room.

Mr. Kent started writing on the board as the late bell rang.

“As you all know, there was a body found in the woods last night.”

Scott looked at us, and I grinned softly while Stiles winked and Gabe shook his head. Isaac wasn’t in class yet, which made me a little sad, because I would’ve liked to see his reaction to the news.

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened.”

Multiple girls were preoccupied with their lip gloss and passing notes.

“But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody,”

Scott glanced at us, but Stiles only shrugged.

“Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

A bunch of kids groaned as we started to flip through the pages. I noticed Scott flinch out of the corner of my eye, but I shrugged it off. Maybe he got a paper cut. He looked around frantically. I caught his eye, asking if he was okay. He only waved my attention off, focusing on something through the window. I stared at him, confused by his strange behavior.

“Is there a problem, Miss Stilinski?” Mr. Kent asked.

A few people laughed. I sighed and mumbled a response, redirecting my attention to the papers on my desk. My eyes skimmed over the syllabus, but I didn’t really read it. I kept my attention on Scott, now curious as to why he was acting so weird. His eyes trailed from outside to the door, just as it opened. The vice principal walked in, followed by a beautiful tall girl with dark curls that cascaded down her shoulders.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”

Scott’s eyes followed her as she took a seat behind him. He smiled to himself as he turned around, handing her a pen with puppy dog eyes. She seemed confused at first, but she finally accepted it was a grateful smile before thanking him. Stiles and Gabe were oblivious to the situation as Mr. Kent spoke, “We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133.”

I rolled my eyes just as the door opened. I looked up to meet blue eyes and a head of curls. I grinned as he took the empty seat next to me.

“Who's that girl?” He pointed with his pencil, opening his textbook.

I grinned and leaned over, flipping his book open to the right page.

“New. Name’s Allison. She's already got Scott wrapped around her little finger.”

Isaac grumbled and stared wearily at them as Mr. Kent gave us a lecture on today's topic.

                                                         ***

The hallway quickly filled up with people as the bell rang, and I clung to Gabe’s side in an attempt to not get separated. Isaac patted my head as a farewell before venturing off to his locker. We made our way to our own lockers, Stiles close behind. Scott was already by his own locker, backpack slung over his shoulder as he stared across the hallway. Gabe followed his line of sight and scoffed as he opened up his locker.

“Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?”

“Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together.” Stiles said as he popped his locker open.

Jackson joined Allison and Lydia, which made Stiles glance away. He was in love with Lydia, and Lydia was going out with Jackson. Gabe tossed his books into his bag before grabbing his lacrosse stick. Gabe and Stiles began to argue over something, probably who was going to make first line and who wasn’t. Gabe had always been better at sports than Stiles, but Stiles was faster in a classroom sense. I grabbed the books I needed and slid them into my bag, slamming my locker shut. Scott jumped, eyes wide as he looked in my direction.

“Scott, are you alright?”

He snapped out of whatever trance was holding him and nodded as he watched Allison get dragged away by Lydia.

                                                         ***

“But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?” Stiles wheezed as we ran to catch up to Scott.

“I can't sit out again.” He tossed his bags onto the bleacher. “My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.”

Gabe tossed his bag by my feet before making his way onto the field. Stiles sat down next to me, already knowing that he had no chance of playing. Scott was smiling at something behind us, but I didn’t feel like turning around. My guess was that it was Allison.

Coach Finstock came up to me and my brother.

“I want McCall on goal today.”

“Coach, he’s never played.” I answered, confused.

“I know, that’s the point.”

I nodded and marked it down. “Okay.”

Coach went to Scott, shouting his name before tossing him a goalie’s stick.

“You're on goal.”

“I've never played.” Scott brought up the same point I had before.

“I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up!”

“What about me?” Scott asked.

“Try not to take any in the face.” He slapped Scott’s cheek lightly before turning to the rest of the team and clapping his hands. “Let's go! Come on!”

I sighed and got comfortable on the bleachers as Coach signaled for me to blow the whistle. My lips instantly dropped it when I realized that Scott was groaning and holding his head, his stick on the ground in front of him. Isaac stepped out of his place in line to shoot me a look, probably about Scott. I dodged his glance. Something was wrong. It didn’t stop Jackson from stepping up and launching his ball at the goal. Scott, unfocused and disoriented, took it to the face. I groaned as he fell backwards. Everyone, Coach included and Isaac, my brothers, and I excluded, laughed.

“Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” Jackson called out through his laughter.

It stopped when I glared at them. Stiles shook his head at Scott as they made eye contact. Scott got up and brushed himself off, picking up his stick and moving his head from side to side. He nodded at Gabe, who let out a short breath before running and aiming for the goal, right behind Scott. Scott caught the ball in his stick and nodded to himself. The guy behind Gabe seemed impressed that Scott McCall had actually caught a ball.

Stiles blinked as he realized what had happened.

“Yeah!” He called out.

Coach blinked twice, obviously confused. Gabe stepped aside to let the boy behind him shoot, eyeing me. Scott had terrible hand-eye coordination, we all knew that. He stopped shot after shot, surprising us all. I had long since abandoned my clipboard and pen, now focused on Scott’s newfound skill.

A boy stepped up to go next, but Jackson shoved him back using his lacrosse stick, practically baring his teeth and growling as he ran towards him, making his shot. Scott caught it with little to no effort. Stiles jumped to his feet, flailing slightly. Everyone on the bleachers clapped and Gabe and I grinned, happy that somebody had finally managed to be better than Jackson. I noticed that even Lydia was cheering for Scott, which only added to Jackson’s anger towards him.

“That is my best friend!” Stiles shouted.

I saw Jackson shoot Lydia a stare, and she only responded with a face before slowly looking back to Scott, her smile reappearing. Coach seemed impressed and I made sure to make a note of how Scott McCall had managed to stop Jackson Whittemore’s shot.

                                                         ***

The boys and I were in the woods, hastily going back to the spot Scott had been attacked. Stiles and Scott let the bottom of their pants get wet, but Gabe and I decided to jump the final stretch instead. I landed on solid ground, and Gabe slipped, getting one foot stuck in the creek. Scott turned and pulled him out without a problem.

“I don't…I don't know what it was.” Scott continued the conversation he and Stiles had been having earlier. “It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I, I can…hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what?” I joined in, popping my head between their shoulders.

“Like the mint mojito gum in someone’s pocket.”

Gabe and I exchanged glances. My leggings didn’t have pockets, and his were empty. We both looked to Stiles.

He shoved his hand into his jean pocket. “I don't even have any mint…mojito… ”

He stopped mid sentence as he pulled the piece of gum from his pocket. I snorted and turned back to Scott.

“So all this started with a bite.” I said.

“What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott started to panic.

I grinned at Stiles. You know what? I actually think we've heard of this.”

“We have?” Gabe raised his eyebrows.

I elbowed him.

“It's a specific kind of infection.” Stiles finished.

“Are you serious?” Scott stopped walking.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy.”

“What's that? Is that bad?”

“Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month.” Stiles explained.

“Once a month?” Scott was still frantic.

Gabe rolled his eyes as Stiles spoke again.

“Mm hmm. On the night of the full moon.”

Stiles and I howled at the same time. Scott pushed Stiles back by the chest and flicked my forehead.

I laughed and followed after him as he started walking again. “Hey, you’re the one that heard wolves howling.”

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me.” Scott exclaimed.

“I know! You're a werewolf!” Stiles let out a little growl.

Scott ignored him and kept walking. I trailed after him, Gabe at my side.

“Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon.” Stiles said, hands on his hips.

Scott stopped walking and Stiles ran straight into me. I pushed him back as Scott spoke.

“No, I…I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

He bent down, searching through the leaves and sticks for his inhaler. I bent down near him and helped him look.

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” Gabe offered, toeing through leaves to see if he could find the inhaler without using his hands.

Gabe hated bugs.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks.”

Stiles suddenly hit Scott’s shoulder and adjusted himself. Gabe and I popped to our feet, followed by our hypothetical werewolf.

There was a man a couple of years older than us standing not too far. Black leather jacket, black pants, black shirt, black shoes, black hair, glowing pale skin. He walked towards us, looking upset.

“What’re you doing here?”

None of us spoke. Stiles scratched at his buzz cut hair.

“Huh? This is private property.” He spoke again.

I snuck a glance at Stiles, who was staring at the man, mouth open. Gabe must’ve noticed too, because he was the first to speak up.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know.”

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…” Scott trailed off.

The man’s expression turned expectant, as if he wanted to know what we were looking for. It hit me then that he looked familiar, and it was only because our father had worked a case in which his whole family was involved.

Scott shook his head, “Uh, forget it. Uhm.” He just shook his head again.

Derek Hale looked Scott straight in the eye and tossed him his inhaler. Scott caught it. Derek turned tail and left.

Stiles stared after him. Gabe sighed and I let out a breath.

“All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Scott nudged Stiles, who snapped back into attention, his hand smacking at Scott’s chest.

“Dude. That was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?” Scott looked confused.

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.” I jumped in.

“I wonder what he's doing back.” Gabe mumbled.

Stiles scoffed, shaking his head before walking off. “Come on.”

                                                         ***

“Stilinski!”

Stiles, Gabe, and I turned at the sound of Coach’s harsh call. He rolled his eyes and pointed at me. I patted my brothers’ shoulders before running over to Coach.

“What’s up?”

“Go find Jackson. This thing starts in five and I still haven’t seen him. Find McCall while you’re at it, too.”

I nodded, “Yes Coach.”

I turned back to my brothers and rolled my eyes. “I’ll be back in a few.”

They nodded and made their ways to their respective spots. Stiles on the bleachers, Gabe on the field. I went back inside the school, going for Scott first. I found him at his locker, but before I got to him, Jackson came up and slammed his locker shut.

“All right, little man. How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice?”

I closed my eyes and bit my tongue. Whatever was happening to Scott was going to get him in some very big trouble.

“What?” Scott shook his head.

His eyes darted my way, like he somehow knew I was there. But then his attention went back to Jackson.

“Where are you getting your juice?” Jackson left a pause between each word, speaking as if Scott were stupid.

Scott looked confused, his eyes squinting before he looked back at Jackson. “My mom does all the grocery shopping.”

I bit my tongue again, trying not to laugh. I knew he was being sincerely pure and not sarcastic, but it was funny.

“Now, listen, McCall. You're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

Realization dawned on the hypothetical werewolf, “Oh, you mean steroids.” His eyes danced around Jackson’s figure. “Are you on steroids?”

Jackson shoved him up against the lockers. “What the hell is going on with you, McCall?”

I wanted to jump in, but I wanted to know what was up with Scott. He told us less and less about what happened every day, so maybe something he would let slip here would help.

“What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my fucking mind!”

Jackson blinked a few times, confused. Scott let out a huge breath and leaned his head back against the locker.

“You think you're funny. Don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.” He punched the locker, right by Scott’s head.

Scott flinched. I stepped into sight, my teeth clenched and my eyes dead on Jackson. He scratched the back of his neck, eyeing me.

“Hi, Lupus.”

“Get your ass to the field. Coach’s been looking for you.” I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder and he ran off.

I went up to Scott.

“Are you alright?”

Scott nodded, obviously shaken. “How much of that did you hear?”

I grabbed his shoulders. “All of it. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Scott forced his breathing to calm and nodded again, this time more genuinely. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

I nodded. “Alright, let’s get you on the field so you can make first line.”

We ran out of the school, Scott speeding up so he wouldn’t be late. I ran after him, catching Stiles and Gabe eavesdropping on our dad’s phone conversation. I yanked Gabe by the back of his jersey.

“Aw, come on. I was listening to that.”

“You’re playing, now come on.”

He sighed but picked up his lacrosse stick as he walked over to Scott. Stiles came sprinting, his voice high. “Scott! Scott, wait up.”

“Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?”

Stiles grabbed ahold of his shoulders, “Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!”

Scott pulled free. “Stiles, I gotta go.”

Stiles called after him as he ran out onto the field. Gabe quickly followed suit. I sighed at Stiles and started walking off to join the team.

“Wait, no! Lu! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!”

I sighed again and turned to him, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“It was a wolf.”

I shook my head in order to clear it. I patted his cheek as Coach blew the whistle.

“Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!”

Scott put his hand up in the air. I followed his line of sight to Allison Argent.

“Got a question, McCall?”

“What?” Scott snapped out of his reverie, now back on Earth.

“You raised your hand. You have a question?”

“Oh. No. I was just, uh…Nothing. Sorry.” He averted his eyes to the ground.

“Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season.” He patted Stiles on the arm.

“You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya!” He grabbed hold of Cole’s helmet and shook his head from side to side. Ouch.

“Huh? Everything else is, uh. Cream cheese! Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!”

Jackson screamed first, trying to pump the boys up. “Let's go! Let's go!”

Jackson and Scott ended up on opposite teams, against my pleading. Of course, as soon as Scott got the ball, Jackson knocked him flat on his back. Scott laid for a few seconds, angry. He sat up quickly however, ready to kick Jackson’s ass. Scott got the ball first, leaving Jackson in his dust. He dodged every defensive attack, finishing with a backflip and a perfect shot.

Everyone on the bleachers stared. They slowly began to clap with Stiles, and the gentle clap reached roaring cheers.The rest of the team ran up to him, congratulating him. Gabe hung behind, glancing at a pissed off Jackson before looking at me.

Coach blew the whistle. “McCall! Get over here! What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?”

“No, Coach.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don't know. I…I was just trying to make the shot.”

“Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're startin', buddy. You made first line. Come on!” He slapped Scott’s cheek before running off.

Everyone in the crowd applauded again, standing. Stiles looked from Gabe to Scott to me, a worried look on his face. I patted his leg.

“I know.”

Gabe caught my eye and mouthed something at me. He had to repeat it once or twice, but I soon understood what he was saying.

That’s not normal.

I shook my head. He was right. Whatever was happening was anything but normal.

                                                         ***

Gabe was sleeping on his bed, laptop still on his lap as his head fell back against the headboard. Stiles was sitting at his own desk, printing out article after article he thought could be useful. I was sitting on Stiles’s bed, a mythology book open in my lap. I had highlighters and sticky notes, all thanks to Stiles. I was working on wolfsbane while he tackled lycanthropy. Gabe had been on silver before he had fallen asleep. There was a knock on the door. I shoved my book off to the side and made a leap for Gabe’s bed, slamming his laptop shut. Stiles closed his at the same time the door opened. I fell next to Gabe, expecting our dad.

It was Scott.

I sighed and Gabe grumbled, now awake.

“Get in. You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading. Websites, books. All this information.”

“How much Adderall have you had today?” Stiles asked with a small smile.

“A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen.”

Scott sat down on Stiles’s bed, tossing his bag aside. Gabe sat up straight, now listening to what Stiles was saying. I sat at the foot of his bed.

“Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” Scott asked.

I shook my head. “No, they're still questioning people.”

“Even Derek Hale.” A grumpy Gabe added from behind me.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?” He flailed his hands.

Scott was still smiling. “What, then?”

“Remember the joke from the other day?” He attempted a laugh, but only a sad wheeze came out. “Not a joke anymore.” Lines appeared on his forehead, but they only made him look younger.

We were only 16. If any of this was real, why did we have to deal with it? We were just kids.

I jumped in for Stiles. “The wolf. The bite in the woods. We started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?” 

“Should I?”

Stiles jumped to his feet, clearly taking over again. “It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.”

Scott leaned forward, and I couldn’t differentiate sarcasm from genuine wonder. “A whole pack of wolves?”

“No!” Stiles paused. “Werewolves.”

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.” He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Stiles reached out and stopped him, hand on his shoulder. “We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”

Scott looked hurt, maybe even a bit taken aback. “Yeah, so I made a good shot.”

“No, you made an incredible shot, I mean…” He took the backpack from Scott and threw it back onto the bed. The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight.” Stiles said.

Scott sighed, looking down at the ground.

“There’s also the vision and the senses, and don't even think we didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore.” I piped up.

I get the feeling Gabe would’ve added something if he hadn’t been so tired.

“Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?” Stiles grew more frantic.

“What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me,” Scott got closer to Stiles, who sat down at his desk again, “And everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

Stiles scoffed and pulled out a paper. “We’re trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.” Stiles spoke nonchalantly.

“Bloodlust?” Scott repeated, incredulous.

“Yeah, your urge to kill.” Stiles shrugged.

“I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.”

Gabe scrambled for something on his desk. “You gotta hear this.” He opened a book and took his seat behind me once more.

“‘The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.’ All right? We haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”

I sighed. “Scott, it pains me to say this, but you’ve gotta cancel this date.”

“I'm gonna call her right now.” Stiles said, taking Scott’s phone from his bag.

“What are you doing?” Scott let out a high pitched complaint.

“I'm canceling the date.” Stiles went to drop back into his chair.

“No, give it to me!”

I felt the tension rise seconds before Scott pinned him against the wall, fist aiming for Stiles’s face. I leapt up as Scott redirected his fist for Stiles’s desk chair. It fell flying backward. Gabe pulled me back to him, all eyes on Scott.

“I'm sorry. I…I gotta go get ready for that party. Guys, I'm sorry.” He shouldered his bag before quickly leaving the room.

Stiles thumped his head against the wall. I ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He didn’t resist. Gabe pulled the chair up, staring at it. Stiles tensed up.

“What’s wrong?” I pulled back but my hands didn’t leave Stiles’s.

Gabe angled the chair towards us so I could get a better view. The back of the chair had four long scratch marks.

I sighed. Stiles was right.

                                                         ***

I noticed Scott near the pool, struggling to keep upright.

“Ise.” I cut the blond off. “Just give me a second. “

I ran over to Scott, hands on his back. I tried to steady him and waved my hand in front of his face.

“Scott, are you okay?”

He didn’t seem to hear me. I followed him into the house, dragging Gabe along with me to make sure he didn’t fall flat on his face.

We brushed past Stiles, who instantly noticed something was wrong with his best friend. “Yo, Scott, you good?”

Another girl saw it too, “Are you okay?”

Scott kept going, in his own world.

Stiles shrugged his “nothing we can do now” shrug. I sighed and followed after Scott. Allison came behind me, watching with me as he got into his car and took off. I ran off to get Stiles, only to run straight into Gabe.

“Where’s he going?”

I pushed past him, dragging him along. “I don’t know.”

“Are we getting Stiles to drive us to his house?”

“Yeah.” I looked around, trying to find him in the crowd of people.

“Lu! Gabe!” He was standing near the snacks.

“We need to go.”

“Now?”

“Now.” Gabe took the cup from his hand and put it down on the table.

“Hey!” Stiles whined as we pulled him out to the street.

“Scott left.” I said.

“Uh, guys?” Gabe stopped cold.

I looked up at him. He pointed. Allison was getting into a black car. I realized Derek Hale was in the driver's seat. He sent a wink our way before driving away.

“Okay, let’s go.” Stiles tugged at the hood of my jacket.

Gabe climbed over the seat and into the back. Stiles started the car up before my door was closed.

                                                         ***

“Where’s the spare key?” Gabe asked as he put the rug back in place.

I looked over at Stiles, who produced the key from his pocket, a shy smile on his face. He unlocked the door and ran up the stairs, Gabe and I following. Stiles knocked on Scott’s door.

“Go away.”

“Scott, it's us.” Stiles pressed his forehead against the door.

The door opened slightly, but it didn’t budge any more against Stiles’s weight.

“Let us in, Scott.” I tried as Gabe and I joined Stiles against the door.

“We can help.” Gabe pleaded.

“No! Listen, you guys gotta find Allison.”

“She's fine, all right? We saw her get a ride from the party.” Gabe ran a hand through his hair.

“She's, she's totally fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is.” Scott sounded like he was in pain, but he was obviously strong enough to hold the door back against the three of us, who were pushing on it.

“You just let us in. We can try-”

“It's Derek! Derek Hale is the werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

My blood ran cold and the three of us stopped struggling with the door. Stiles looked at me, then at Gabe.

“Scott. Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party.”

There was a second of silence before the door slammed shut. Stiles instantly tried the knob, but it was locked.

“Scott!” I slammed my hand against the door.

There was no noise. Gabe sighed.

“Guys, he’s not gonna let us in.”

I sighed and shook my head.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just go check on Allison.” I ushered the boys down the stairs.

                                                         ***

Stiles pulled into the Argent driveway. We scrambled out of the car. I knocked on the door. Stiles pushed in front of me just as her mother opened the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um… you have no idea who we are. We’re friends of your daughter. Uh, look…this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um…really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe-” Stiles ran his hand over his hair.

“Allison! It's for you.” Mrs. Argent cut him off.

Allison appeared on the stop of the stairs, a look of disappointment on her face. I felt Gabe let out a breath. I smiled softly and waved. She waved back before making her way down the stairs. She said something to her mother, who left.

“What’s up, guys?”

“Uh…” Stiles licked his lips before looking down to me.

“We just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“Right. Because Scott left me stranded.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Which was totally not cool. That’s why we wanted to make sure you were okay.” Gabe grinned.

That seemed to get a genuine smile from her.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for checking in, you guys.”

The three of us nodded, similar smiles gracing our unsimilar faces.

“Do you wanna come in?” She moved back, opening the door further, giving us access to the house.

“Oh. Thank you, but we can’t.” I gave her a sympathetic smile.

“You have to go check up on Scott now?” She put one hand in her pocket.

We all nodded.

“Sorry.” Stiles mumbled.

“It’s okay.”

“Um, we should go.” Gabe backed down the steps first.

She nodded, wished us luck, and closed the door.

                                                         ***

“There he is.” Gabe leaned forward and pointed.

Stiles stopped the car next to a shirtless Scott. I climbed over into the back as Scott got into the passenger seat, looking like a lost puppy.

“You were gone all night.” I rested my chin on the seat, looking at the not-so-hypothetical werewolf.

Scott sighed, clutching at his arm. Gabe took his jacket off and handed it to him.

He gratefully accepted it and slid it on. “You know what actually worries me the most?”

Stiles looked at me in the rearview mirror before turning his eyes back to the road.

“If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head.”

I glanced at Scott, who looked like he was suffering.

“She probably hates me now.”

“Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology.” I patted his shoulder. 

Gabe jumped into the conversation, “Or, you know, you could just…tell her the truth.” 

“And revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a fucking werewolf.” Stiles cut him off.

Scott and I glared at him.

“Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if we have to, we'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and I’ll feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

Scott scoffed a laugh, and Stiles grinned. I smiled and leaned back into the seat.

                                                         ***

“Lup! Hey!” Isaac ran to my side.

“Hey!” I pulled him in for a hug, my eyes still on Scott, who was talking to Allison.

“I haven’t talked to you all day. What’s up?” He sat next to me on the steps.

“Not much. What’s up with you?”

He followed my line of sight.

“Oh, you’re watching over your new star?”

I rolled my eyes and looked at the blond next to me.

“Speaking of Scott, what happened to him at the party the other day?” He looked back to Scott, who was leaning in for a kiss with Allison.

“He got sick.” I answered.

“New girl still got him?” He asked, a bit of distaste in his voice.

“Look for yourself.” I leaned against him, looking at the not-so-hypothetical werewolf and the new girl.

Before they could kiss, Allison ran off into a red SUV. Scott turned and started to walk our way. He stopped in his tracks before turning around and looking at the man who was presumably Allison’s father. Scott waved meekly, and the man smiled back.

Scott turned back, a look of fear and confusion on his face.

“Lupus?” A pair of fingers snapped in front of my face.

I turned, looking back at Isaac.

“What’s wrong?”

Isaac shook his head in response and got to his feet, holding a hand out to help me.

“We gotta get to practice. Come on.”

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★ INTERVIEW THE MUSE

“Squirrel powerrrr!”

► ARE YOU SINGLE?   ➭ “Tragically so! But, to be fair, it’s not like I’m really looking for anything. So sorry Spirale hopefuls, but this gal’s off the market.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY?   ➭ "Well, sure! Most of the time, anyways. I’m going back and forth sometimes, but I think I’m getting better. No one can be happy all the time.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY?   ➭ “Aren’t we all? I try not to wallow in it too much, though. Unless Hazama is involved, fuck that guy.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭  "Gosh, I sure hope so. I haven’t really been able to contact them in a while. But everything was great the last I heard, so I’m sure it’s all fine now!”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE   ➭ "The good ol’ Hierarchical City of Shinatsu. They call it number 11, but it’s number one in my heart!” ► HAIR COLOR   ➭ "Just shades of brown. I got these cool stripes though, they run in the family. They are also brown.” ► EYE COLOR   ➭ "Brown again.” ► BIRTHDAY   ➭  "April 2nd! Let me tell you, I am so glad I dodged that April 1st birthday. Can you imagine what a pain that would be?” ► MOOD  ➭ "I’m... just vibin’ right now. Takin’ it easy, takin’ it sleazy. You know how it is.” ► GENDER   ➭  "Just a girl. Who is also a squirrel. I only say that because it rhymes.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER   ➭ "Gotta be summer! Beach days, bustin’ watermelons, picnics in the shade, it’s all better when it’s sunny out! When it gets cold I just wanna... bury some nuts, for some reason...” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON   ➭  "Morning’s my time, because I just love to watch a good sunrise. Also a nice time to do some training before everyone else wakes up and gets in your way.”

EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?   ➭  "Sure! Not, like, a romantic love, though. Was that the question? Oh, then I don’t think so.” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?   ➭ "That’s just called infatuation. How can you love someone you don’t know? Love’s all about getting to know someone inside and out, and the bonds you make over the course of that. I-I mean, if I had to guess!” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP?   ➭ "Uh, work. I know that’s kinda boring, but our schedules just didn’t match up. No loss, though.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?   ➭ "Gosh, I hope not. But, y’know, I am really hot and unavailable, so the answer is probably a tragic yes.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ "Nahhhh. I mean, probably not? Y’know, I don’t know, I’ve never really had to think about it... Now that I think about it, going out with someone would probably cut into my time with my friends, so would that really be worth it? Oh, I gotta think about this now...” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ "Man, I hugged someone on the way here! You just can’t have too many hugs! Life’s too short to not let people know you care about them, you know?” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?  ➭ "N-no, I don’t think so. I had a lot of secret haters in the Academy though. Well, it wasn’t exactly secret, but- anyways, let’s move on.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART?   ➭ "I... I don’t... I’m not really sure how to answer this one. I guess I have, in some ways. I don’t know if it was in a romantic way, though. At least, I don’t think it was. Man, this love stuff’s harder than I thought...”

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST   ➭ "Why not both? Both are fun, both are nice. Even if it’s been a while since I did the ol’ horizontal innuendo...” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA   ➭ "Lemonade, but only because the caffeine in tea is a little much for me. You’ve seen me, right? I don’t need a second reason to be bouncing off the walls.” ► CATS OR DOGS   ➭  "All the animals of the world are my kindred spirits! Even... even the snakes. Even though the creep me out, I still appreciate them.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS   ➭ "I got both, baby! If I just need some best buds, I got Tsubaki, Noel, Mai, people like that! And if I need someone for a casual hangout, I got plenty of people like that too! Man, it is just great to be me.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN   ➭ "Oof, some extremes here, huh? I do like the nightlife of the city, but I don’t really have anyone to spend a ‘romantic’ night with. You gotta have both, y’know? Sometimes you gotta stay in and charge your batteries so you can burn ‘em all the next day!” ► DAY OR NIGHT   ➭  "I know I said morning earlier, but I prefer the night. I used to do a lot of my work at night, so I did a lot of overnight shifts. I guess I’m just kinda used to it now.”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT   ➭  "Yes. By Tsubaki. It was very difficult to get past her since we lived in the same dorm.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS   ➭ "Almost never. You’re probably surprised, right? Well, let me tell you that this tail of mine really does wonders for my center of balance. It’s almost unfair!” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT?   ➭ "...Yeah. And we got her back, so... that was nice.” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR   ➭ "When I was younger, sure. I always thought that I just had to put up with all the bad shit in my life, and sometimes you just wish it could all... go away. But then I met some people who helped me move past that.”

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES   ➭ "This might be kinda corny of me to say, but I love to see people smile. A real smile, like with a laugh thrown in too. Really just warms up the heart.”  ► SHORTER OR TALLER   ➭ "Well, I’m the tallest of all my friends, not by much though. Most of the guys I know are taller than me, most of the girls are shorter, so... both?” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION   ➭ "What, like brains or body? Uh, well... I’d prefer someone who takes care of themselves, and everyone’s smart in their own way so I guess I’d go with the latter.” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP   ➭  "Haha, uh. Tsubaki, don’t read this one. I’ve had both, and the former is just a little more stress-free, you know? As long as everyone’s going in without any expectations, it’s just a nice time. Relationships are kinda tricky, I haven’t really had one that worked out.”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ "Oh sure! I love my mommy and daddy, and all my sibs too! Mekoto, Mikoto, Mokoto, Mukoto, and even Mykoto!” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE”   ➭ "Uhhh, sorta? I mean, first, when I was younger, I had to deal with a lot of hate just because I was a beastkin. That never really ends, you know? And then when I thought stuff was getting to be ‘normal,’ I discovered a giant governmental conspiracy, and my best friends got brainwashed two separate times, and it’s just been very messy overall.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME   ➭ "Nope! Not like there was a lot of places to run to down there.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ "Let me tell you something. Growing up, family was all we had sometimes. And we never turned our backs on each other, not once.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS   ➭ "N... No. How could I? Even if a lot of them are from noble families, and they’re all humans too, they’ve all been... really good to me. I don’t hate them, it’s just... I can’t ever forgive how some of those people treated me.” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS   ➭  "Sure! I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone I didn’t think I could rely on in a pinch. And I’d do the same for them, of course.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND   ➭ "Noel! Tsubaki! Those are my top two! I’ve known them for years and years, I love ‘em with all my heart, and I’d do anything for ‘em! If you were to ask me ‘Makoto, what’s your goal in life?’ I’d tell you it’s to make sure that they’re living their best lives! I mean... they saved mine. I owe them everything.” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU   ➭ "Welllll, Noel and Tsubaki probably come closest... But there’s some things I can’t tell them. Like, you think I can tell Tsubaki how I lost my virginity? That’s probably kill her outright. And I could never tell Noel what I think of her ‘cooking,’ if you can even call it that. That would just break her heart. Besides, no one can know everything about another person. There’s some stuff everyone just keeps to themselves.”

tagged by: the spirits of christmas tagging: no one since meme day is now over

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Endless Summer Christmas headcanon thread

Because I am scared of and done with whatever is happening in the game.

Long post but since I am on mobile I can’t add ‘keep reading’

-Michelle wants to hold a party for her friendos - She planned it all out and asked her parents if they could hold it in their giant house , three stories, two pools inside and outside - She wants this to be special after the whole … experience on the island. She makes cute little invitation cards. All from scratch - Michelle and Sean are back together so he helps her out with the preparations. - (sorry Sean fans don’t hate me I have suffered enough) - so she goes to invite everyone. - even contacts Jake in Costa Rica and he agrees to come - “hell yeah I could use some Christmas spirit right now” said MC - “Rad. I was already planning my annual accidental reboot of Home Alone for Christmas” said Diego - “Sure I’ll come ! I’ll make gingerbread houses !” Said Quinn - “Oh uhhh I have never been to a Christmas party,,, this will be fun” Said Estela - Raj just cries happy tears and hugs Michelle - “What is that nonsense , Christmas is a celebration of Jesus Christ’s birth and should be celebrated in a chur–” said Aleister “a Christmas party sounds awesome, Meech!” Said Grace “I-uh- I mean yes of course we’d love to come” frantically answers Aleister. - (also I agree with Aleister in my country Christmas is a strictly religious holiday , the gifts and awesome dinners are during New Year) - “You know I’m Muslim, right?” Said Zahra “oh, Zahra I’m so sor–” “nah I am just messing with you , I will come, I am an atheist anyway.” - Michelle keeps knocking on Craig’s door but he doesn’t answer so she calls Sean - “hey, Sean I think your best friend has barricaded himself” - “Nah he’s out of country, visiting his parents in Taiwan” - Meech is a little upset not everyone will be there but she’s fine - Christmas Eve comes , Michelle is nervous about her party but Sean calms her - “hey, you did amazing, I am sure everyone will love this” - the door bell rings. Michelle jumps to open the door. - It’s Quinn “Hey, Meech! This is for you!” She passes Michelle a box full of beautiful gingerbread houses and other cute pastries" She enters and sits down on a couch “Hey, Sean!” Sean gives Quinn a friendly wave - MC and Diego arrive next they greet and hug everyone and Diego looks around the fancy house decorated with snowflakes and other winter things and whistles - “a real Winter castle” he says and approaches Meech “are you the ice queen” she lightly smacks his shoulder and shakes her head. - Jake breaks through the door, shivering from the cold “Can’t believe I replaced Costa Rica with this wintery mass” he shakes snow from his coat “Hey , Maybelline” he gives a quick hug to her and waves at Sean “sup, Cap” also waves to Diego and Quinn at the couch and approaches MC - “fancy seeing you here.” He says flirtatiously “at a party with all our friends” she answers with a laugh “was hoping I’d bump into you” he gives her a wink and they stare at each other. - their gaze is broken by Diego slipping his hand in between them and raising it - he has a little mistletoe. - “see this?” this is my stop-teasing-and-kiss-already…nator - Jake chuckles and wraps his hand around MCs waist and pulls her into a kiss. - (prepare for a lot or shippy moments btw) - Grace and Aleister arrive and Aleister’s nose that is like a dark shade of red from the cold becomes the laughing stock of the evening. Grace hugs him to keep him warm tho - Michelle offers him hot chocolate nearly spilling it from the laughter. - Estela arrives with Raj and they are both wearing reindeer ears - “… he convinced me” was all Estela said - Quinn exploded into a fit of giggles upon seeing Estela but the latter didn’t mind that much - and lastly Zahra arrived, late, she was wearing a Santa hat and a sweater that said “All I want for Christmas is your absence” - “wow , your sweater’s very jolly” Meech says “yeah my grandma gave it to me when I was 17” “Wait , really?” Michelle asked confused and Zahra rolled her eyes “of course not” - Zahra greeted everyone and looked around. - “so where’s uh.. ” she asked “Craig?” Michelle continued and Zahra protested “pfffft that was not what I was gonna ask I was gonna say uhhh where uh… Cocaine! Aren’t we having a White Christmas ?” - “yah sure.. to answer your initial question he’s not gonna come he’s in Taiwan” - “not like I was interested” - so the evening starts they have snacks and hit chocolate they discuss what they’ve been up to during the break and they play games until the Christmas dinner is preparing. - suddenly someone knocks on the door, Michelle opens it and it’s a man in a Santa costume. - “ho ho ho, children!” The man enters and drops a bag of presents on the ground - “Santa Claus brought you some gifts and could use some reward” Santa stood next to Zahra and wiggled his eyebrows , Zahra snorted and pulled the beard and let go so it snaps his chin. - “Ow!” Santa pulls the hat and the beard off altogether and reveals Craig - “Craig!” Sean exclaims and hugs his best friend “dude, you flew all the way back to here from Taiwan?” - “Sure, bro! spending time with family is cool and all but you guys are my family now too!” - “aww, that’s so sweet , Craig!” Quinn said “Yeah that was a very cliche Christmas thing to say” Jake continued - “anyway, open the gifts, guys!” Craig said - the bag was full of expensive alcohol jewelry and other souvenirs and gifts. - Everyone pulled out some gift and Jake hurriedly picked up a bottle of Whiskey. - “Hell yes, I could really go for some if this right now” - Zahra pulls out a necklace with a polished obsidian and puts it on. - “I got something else for you too” Craig told Zahra and gave her a cute teddy bear that was holding a heart. - “are you serious?” she smirked “press it” she pressed its center and nothing happened she tried pressing at different places and finally pressed the area that could be referred to as the ‘crotch’ of the toy - and it said “I love you” , he was already chuckling and she soon joined him. - “did you change the place of the microphone yourself” he nodded while laughing “wanted to get something funny and unique… just like you” he said. - she rolled her eyes and looked down at the ground to hide her blush - “you know I got something for you too…” she said “what?” -Zahra snapped her fingers and Diego approached, one hand behind his back and the other holding up a mistletoe “I have been at this the whole evening…” he said - Zahra and Craig laughed and Zahra pressed a soft kiss on Craig’s lips. - he kissed her back passionately but she broke the kiss soon - “Merry Christmas” she said. - the dinner was ready and everyone sat around a table to eat the food which was delicious - “this is delicious, Michelle!” Grace said moaning a bit. - “All thanks to Raj’s advice!” She answered patting Raj on the shoulder - after they were done Michelle got very excited. - “okay who’s ready to hang out at the pool” - everyone cheered - “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Zahra said “What ? I specifically advised bringing one didn’t you read the invitation?!” Michelle asked and Zahra chuckled nervously. - Meech sighed “I’ll give you one of mine.” - the girls went upstairs to change , Grace wore a mustard colored bikini with a green flower print, MC wore a strapless blue bikini, Estela wore a cyan one-piece Quinn wore a white bikini with a silky small swimming robe over it, Michelle wore a purple bikini with Louis Vuitton logos all over it. - “okay Zahra let’s see what I can give you” Michelle passed Zahra a black one piece with cuts in some places and Zahra almost didn’t complain about it. - “i still don’t understand the need of swimming in a pool during a Christmas party.” - the guys were already in the pool. Besides Aleister who was waiting by the wall for Grace, his eyes lit up when he saw her and she ran up to him. She ran her hands down his abs and whispered something with a seductive look on her face. - Jake noticed MC and smiled, she dived into the pool and swam up to him wrapping her hands around his neck. “Doesn’t this feel nice” he said , she ran her hands threw his hair and kissed him passionately “I’d bring the mistletoe but it would get wet!” Diego shouted from across the pool making the couple laugh. “Hope he’s not going to stay in our room holding up a mistletoe while we–” “shut up, Jake” she rolled her eyes. - Zahra sat on the edge of the pool , her legs in the water. Craig splashed her with some of the water “you’re asking for it” she said but he continued splashing her. She rolled her eyes and ignored him, he pulled her into the water making them both go under the surface , he kissed her while they were underwater and when they returned to the surface they were still kissing, she broke the kiss and they stared at each other before she splashed him “okay, okay fair enough” - Raj brought a water gun and was spraying Diego, Quinn and Estela. - Sean wrapped his arms around Michelle - “what a successful party, right?” Sean said - “wouldn’t happen without your help, big guy” she stroked his cheek and was ready to kiss him “wait wait wait wait wait wait waaait” Diego shouted running up to them with the mistletoe “there, now kiss” -Michelle and Sean laughed and gave each other a quick kiss

The End, where everyone is healed, no one is dying and they’re not on a deadly island, yay

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. What type of criminal would you be? I wouldn’t be.

2. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video.

3. If you had to choose a stripper name, what would it be? I’ll spare everyone from having to see this body of mine.

4. If your phone started ringing, who would you hope is calling? I don’t hope anyone calls. I get anxious when my phone rings.

5. Do you drink? Not alcohol.

6. Do you smoke? No.

7. What is the first thing you notice in someone? It’s not the same on every single person. <<<<<

8. Do you get attached easily? Yes. And I fall too hard, too fast.

9. Do you like your eye color? I wish I had blue or green eyes.

10. Have any stupid human tricks? What would be a “stupid human trick”, exactly? Whatever they are, I’m sure I don’t have any. I have no talents.

11. Humor me. What physical ideal do you imagine in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? I don’t have an exact type, really. I’ve been attracted to guys of different builds, heights, hair color, eye color, etc. Initially their physical appearance may catch my attention, but it’s the personality and we connect that I really fall for.

12. What type of personality traits do you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? Sense of humor, kind, caring, patient, understanding, helpful, trustworthy, loyal...all that good stuff. Someone I vibe with and just have that connection with, ya know?

13. Any other essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? I mean, they’d have to be able to put up with me for one thing. I can be moody and irritable. I’m annoying and sensitive. I have health issues they’d have to be understanding of. Someone who doesn’t mind just chillin at home and binge-watching together. Oh, and someone who respects that I need my alone time.

14. Any romantic gestures you really like? Compliments are nice, doing little things that let me know they think about me are nice, but I don’t care much for big romantic gestures. <<< I like this. Same. And bringing me coffee and/or food is good. ha.

15. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one? Nah.

16. Have you ever been in love? Yes. Twice.

17. Do you have a crush/romantic interest in anyone? Alexander Skarsgard.

18. What’s your sexual orientation (if you feel comfortable answering)? Straight.

19. What’s your favorite color and why? Yellow, teal, mint green, and pastels.

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? Blah.

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Yes. Quite often.

22. What were you like when you were a kid? I was quiet and shy. Not a whole lot has changed.

23. What would your dream house be like? Uhhh. Wooden floors and spacious enough. It doesn’t have to be a huge house with a bunch of rooms and such, but just one that my family and I could live in comfortably. Nice backyard.

24. What last made you laugh? Something on Tumblr.

25. Do you have a place you like to go to collect your thoughts? No, not particularly.

26. What is your favorite/least favorite word? I can’t stand the c**t word or the p***y word.

27. What turns you on? Blah.

28. What turns you off? Bleh.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

30. Would you go bungee jumping/sky diving if given the chance? Noooooooooooooo.

31. Do you have any siblings? I have two brothers.

32. Do you like to dance? No.

33. What is your definition of cheating? …probably about the same as everyone else’s. <<<<< Right? 34. Have you ever stolen anything? No.

35. Do you regret anything? A lot of things.

36. Do you have any phobias? Yes.

37. Ever broken any bones? Yes.

38. Ever come close to death? Yes.

39. What is your religion/spirituality, if any? Christianity.

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? No, but I’ve been wanting to for a long time.

41. Are looks important in a relationship? They’re not the most important thing, no, but I feel like there’s got to be some physical attraction. There’s more important things that keep the relationship going, but I can’t say looks don’t matter at all.

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. The negative ones.

43. What is your favorite season? Fall.

44. Do you have any tattoos? Nope.

45. Do you have any piercings? Just my earlobes.

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? One with the title, but I don’t really feel like it was a relationship. The one that felt more like one in some ways didn’t have the title because we weren’t actually together. Basically, zero.

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows.

48. What is your favorite thing to do? Read and study the Bible, drink coffee, Tumblr, watch YouTube videos, read, and do surveys.

49. If you could only visit one place outside of your hometown, where would it be? Hmm. There’s a lot of places I’d like to visit.

50. Do you get jealous easily? More envious than jealous, really. I need to work on it.

51. What is your favorite type of food? Chicken tenders, burritos, and pizza.

52. Do you ever want to get married? I don’t know.

53. Who was your first kiss with? Derek.

54. How many people have you kissed? Three.

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? Just being with the person and enjoying each other’s company. If there’s food and/or coffee involved, that’s good, too.

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

57. Do you believe in life on other planets, ghosts, or mythical creatures? I don’t know about life on other planets. I believe there are demonic spirits that you shouldn’t mess with. I don’t believe in mythical creatures.

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? Having a talent would be nice.

59. What is your saddest memory? Blah.

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

61. Do you believe in soul mates? I don’t know if there’s one person out there you’re meant to be with.

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? Many, many, many times over the years. I’ve dyed it once a month for the past two years, Well, I’ve slacked these past few months, but yeah.

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? No.

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? I don’t think so.

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? It’s 4:09AM, I don’t feel like thinking about it.

66. Have you ever been diagnosed with depression? Yes.

67. Have you ever contemplated suicide? Yes.

68. How long was your longest relationship? Sigh.

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? Half-empty.

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Play me a song on the piano or guitar.

71. Who is your most loyal friend? My mom.

72. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, what is your favorite thing about him/her? --

73. What is your favorite thing about your body and your personality? I like my red hair when the color looks good and my roots aren’t showing. I just wish I had the energy and motivation to do something with my hair besides just throwing it up in a pony tail all the time. I don’t know why i get it done and let my hair grow out (it’s really long now) when I don’t even do anything with it. What a waste.

74. Are you a bad person? I feel like it sometimes.

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? A lover.

76. What did you do on your last birthday? My mom made my favorite dinner on my actual birthday and we had cake. Afterwards, I opened presents. Super chill and lowkey and I liked it. The following day we went to my favorite restaurant and invited my older brother and his boyfriend to join us.

77. What is your favorite quote and why? I don’t know.

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? I hate this question. I means seriously?

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? Gah just one thing? Though, I suppose there is one thing that led to a series of other things that I’d like to change.

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? I’d be too upset and scared to do anything else.

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? I’ve had many.

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? I’m just not happy in general. A relationship isn’t going to change that. I need to work on things within myself.

83. Who were you in a past life? I don’t believe in past lives.

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? Just being a kid.

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? That’s the only kind I know. Both times I’ve been in love, the feelings were not returned.

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? No.

87. What is the story behind one of your scars? Spinal surgery.

88. What is your ideal career? I don’t know. That’s the problem. 89. Do you want kids? I don’t know.

90. Are you conservative or liberal? --

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? Who am I to say.

92. How do you feel about PDA? I don’t mind some PDA.

93. If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? No hate.

94. Where would you like to live? I’m not sure, but it’s not here. By here I mean the city in which I live.

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation? Sweden.

96. Describe yourself in one word. Sensitive.

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. I have make things complicated.

98. Where do you see yourself in five years? I gotta take it a day at a time, buddy.

99. What is your greatest accomplishment? I don’t feel like I have one.

100. What is the meaning of life? That’s for you to find out.

[hgfstreamchats]

Atlantis

*flop* Night human, hello! Hello I'm just beat I know the feeling. ...And it might be impeccable timing! Looks like the site is down. Awwwww, no We could... watch a movie instead? Did I somehow manage not to miss anything? A movie sounds excellent. Any suggestions? Hmmmmmmmmmmm let me check my list How about... Atlantis? Works for me! I have no objection.

Apparently we are watching Jeepers Creepers, and we are going to like it. Hmmm. Hmm, it's opening just fine in another tab. Here, try this instead https://www.watchcartoononline.io/atlantis-the-lost-empire

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Oh, watchcartoononline, why don't I ever refer to you first? Just, uh, ignore the ads. I forget they're there, having blocked the hell out of them long ago There we go! Beautiful! The end. That is not really a warning. hello! Hello! Whoop, glowy eyes of foreboding! And then they drowned. Shoosh. Uranium! Either that, or we forgot another relic on Earth. Earth is like a gosh-darn magnet for anything you carelessly shoot into space for some reason It may be due to Unicron being the core. He attracts chaos. Is that a shrine probably Oh my gosh Oh my gosh he's like Linguistics Mulder He does not realize this is always a setup to being murdered. At least he's being delightful about sending Milo off to almost-certain doom They really go all out on every facial expression. They do! I do not trust this weird human. omg kity This little human's adorable. Does he have a match in his mouth Hello main villain, probably That's not a trustworthy chin. No indeed. Exactly. Why was he crossing his digits behind his back? Oh my god what .... Apparently Milo's body belongs to the crew and they'd like to make that clear right off the bat. It's like everyone on this ship stopped giving even a single shit. Serpents do not have limbs. Not with THAT attitude, they don't She taunted Murphy. Well, that man is dead. And now they all die. oh, yeah, this movie has an incredible body count Excellent. Fun! This thing sure is... crabby. Good to get the cannon fodder out of the way early. That way no one misses them. yeah, it's really put them in a pinch Something something... shell? How fortunate they are that the air is still breathable down there. That's nothing, don't you remember Treasure Planet Treasure Planet had 'space technology' as a cheat. hahahha Awwww. dude, ASK qué es esto Wheeljack! Red! Hello, hello same ... Fireflies. Of course. Uh Oh What about, uh Their explosives And then they died. Heh. i like this guy Well Convenient power in the short term, but overuse will give you cancer. uhhh Shhh, shhh, that's definitely how language works. The surface dwellers also introduce new viruses into the local population. why is that human magnus Called it We don't trust his chin. I'm pretty sure that's going to turn out to be an enormous slur on Magnus GOOD Peaceful explorers, with lots of explosives I do not like the king's voice. Does this story really require the little ratman? heh. that's a man???? Who wouldn't want a story with a bizarre earth-fetishist rat-man Without the ratman, who else would grind in the obnoxiousness? i feel like my boy the explosives guy could give us everything beepbeep How does the linguist fail at pronouncing a name given to him? i think humans have a tongue swelling thing when they see someone pretty Less Ratman and Dr. Touches, more explosive human. more explosions general bring on the booms A convenient history of Atlantis. And then he died of the bends. Tragic. Shoosh, the bends don't exist, just like there's magically fresh air down here oh frag Whoop damn Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, Magnus. Indeed I'm tellin' ya, the mech's gonna turn OH a BIG STATUE Or maybe, uh literally in his head His eyes DO look kinda crystally yeah so do mine Well, that looks safe ...Oh. It's because he looked This is probably not a good sign. Ohhhhhh my This is probably fine. Huh. It was fine. ALSO probably fine W What flowers why Smoke up what air they have left. That's helpful. Nobody we knew I love explosives human. How are they planning on getting back to the surface? OH HEY Oh great there goes alpha trion He sounds like Sentinel. I dislike it. He got that story out pretty smoothly for someone half a minute from death. He died on purpose, to get out of dealing with this mess. explosives guy is high all day every day Truly your spirit human. i love him They just so happened to bring tiny planes with them. Just in case. apparently! You never know when you're going to need tiny planes under the ocean. HA ohhh brutal How is she alive after that She did not survive that fall. damn magnus hahahaah his face oh scrap hahahah wow Nice wow Here comes Magnus! now magnus can't talk scrap about me bein' on crystals Hah! And they flood Atlantis with lava. Perfect. Well then They have known each other for about two hours. But it felt like three. ha GIVE HIM A HUG. Now wash that hand. That hand will never be clean. oof seaspray used to crack my spinal strut over his leg if i whined about it enough Nice. "But we WON'T say that, because it's SECRET" how did humans put magnus and me in this so well Dumb luck. There's apparently an awful sequel. technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? Or will knowing it is out there haunt us relentlessly? uho h I'm up for it if you folks are. Welllllllll... Sure, I have not been tormented enough. Sure, why not watch something to viciously mock It probably is not worse than the pig sequels. Nothing could be worse than the pig sequels. Gotta run, Red. Thanks for the party Always a pleasure! See you! Behold! Atlantis on a tenth of the budget And then they died. Remember those beautiful shots from the first movie? None of that here! Lava whales. Lava whales. Of course. So it heals rock, too? I should know better than to ask why, and yet, it is the only question. Wasn't that thing... bigger? You probably aren't. Oh, it's crying His rock looks upset at what his city has become. their smiles look unnatural She looks weird OH JOY. A PET MASCOT The lava tubes. And a giant crab. No. Not allowed. Ew. I hate their relationship. All the food is just, like. Bowls of dyed pasta. You live in Atlantis, you eat noodles. Forever. Oh, Kida, what have they done to you? That's ridiculous They live UNDER THE OCEAN Surely they're familiar with, like, swimming, floating, drowning Yes, make sure you bring the animal with you. Where would they be without their mascot Perhaps less drowning. The real kraken is that grim faced weirdo. Gettin' a little Shadow Over Innsmouth here ewwww, don't touch it t's like watching animatronics Why do they even have an inn if they hate visitors so much what's with her FACE . . . She cannot actually focus on anyone. Will-o-wisps? Heh Rat-man's grimace will follow you to your dreams I despise everything about Rat-man. W...what Maybe he just has one of the magic life-extending crystals I hate that Rat-man is contributing more than he ever did in the good movie. He should never move the plot forward. and yet, he is "Ha, now you can't complain that he's useless!" I will complain regardless. Kray-ken. It like... patted him gosh, maybe he's not the one in charge here I never thought a story about a tentacle monster could be so unappealing. Stop moving the plot forward, Rat-man! How dare he contribute? And they crush their friend with roof debris. Gasp. Uh... ... Ominous. I thought there was going to be a twist where it was a tiny tentacle monster they do not get paid enough for this Also I feel like nothing was really... explained Of course it wasn't. Milo who showed up three weeks ago knows more than her, of course. Are they just planning on investigating nonsense around the world? Why not use the magic healing crysta on him Too much work. gosh it's ALMOST like the coyotes are MADE OF SAND, animated by some magic force Jinkies! ... This bit is older than I am. Oh, Kida... So there's no theft in Atlantis, huh Had not been invented yet. Well, HE'S evil Because you know the writers of this nonsense wanted to be timeline accurate. Him? No! Every problem is going to have a spooky old man. I keep expecting to see Wile E Coyote and the roadrunner in this landscape This seems offensive to someone. You think? I can't get past how weird everyone looks I mean, Rat-man took a lateral move, but still Gosh, who's surprised Wait, did Rat-man just contribute to the plot again More than old man Kakashi. Because surely he won't just go to the cave and steal everything. Rat-man's carrying the plot and I'm not okay with that. ... oh wow. He's the most important character in this story It's, like, all about his dirt-eating Oh so it's a big museum The adventures of Rat-man and friends. wow his voice will just never stop cracking, will it Stop touching each other. And then he killed them. WOW who would have GUESSED Of course we have to have silly implausible knockout gas. Why even bother tying them up? Just kill them while they are unconscious. Likes gloating? Please, please kill them while they're unconscious. I don't like Milo's little pantaloons or shapely calves. Someone had to draw them. Guess SOMEbody's about to get sandblasted But for the pot they broke, they must die. Don't do it, Kakashi! Tell me your secret. "well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it" "We love you, old man Jicama." ... Did Odin broke into his house. Did Odin break into this guy's I mean I sthis where theis is going What even is this premise? I mean I guess he can have it None of this could have less to do with anything. Oh dude you are WAY off they wanted to do a multi-season tv show like this ...Or, uh. Maybe not Then he is simply an insane man who is good at training birds. Dead. Pffffff . . . . . . . "The cum filling?" ...What I also heard that. And again, ratman is essential to the plot. ....Ewwwwww, he dressed her I think he is very confused abou this mythos, also I feel concussed. ...Did anyone else just see the explosives human disassociate out of his body? They've all been doing that The image bleed has been very prevalent. I haven't seen it get quite as bad as that. Uh... huh. So they're like boiling the ocean That's a little grim Rest in peace, fishermen. Or not. Rejoin the world, just in time to participate in a World War. Excellent plan. Wait there's a child? And contract polio. Was she like born DURING the thousands of years under the sea? Not quite as bad as the pig sequel, but still too reliant on the ratman. well that was... underwhelming That was wretched. I'm on the cusp of powering down, but thank you all for coming and enduring this. Thank you for hosting this terrible assortment of bad ideas. Well. It's what I do! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Thank *you* for the movie suggestion, night human!