#wibble wobbles the wonder ... dog?

[littlemisspascal]

Share My Moon

Part of The Fox, The Mage, and The Cupboard

Pairing: Din x Female Reader // also referenced Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Word Count: 3200+

Summary: If you’d known then of the upcoming hell, you would’ve savored the brief taste of heaven significantly more.

Warnings: Magic AU with mages and familiars, Reader has a backstory but no name or description except having hair, Reader's mother makes an appearance, worldbuilding, Ginger Ale being the supportive friend I wish I had, language, angst, grief, mentions of death, passage of time is kind of wibbly wobbly here

Author Note: I've missed this little universe and felt like pouring out some angsty feels. Expands a bit more upon events referenced in Young Love. Hope someone out there likes it 💜💜💜

Pics in moodboard found on Canva + Pinterest. The Omera + Din pic is merely used for aesthetic purposes and does not depict Reader's physical appearance.

Share My Moon - Candle Cocoon

The times that we exist together. Words not needed. Words not said. Memory past. Baking frenzy, harvest night. Pause, look up, the window is bright. Share my Moon. Feel It’s light. Always know that wherever you go. You just need to know that we share the same moon.

~~~

For as many people called Eldergrove home, there were twice as many who no longer did. They moved on and never looked back. The village and its inhabitants nothing more than tiny specks in the rearview mirrors of their lives. You wondered sometimes, if despite the miles of separation, they ever could feel it when their name was spoken by reminiscing villagers. A pinch of nostalgia in the center of their chest for a chapter of their lives they’d closed. 

Maybe that was what led a handful of souls back to their old stomping grounds, even after some swore they’d never step foot on Eldergrove soil again.

The Miller brothers upped and left after the deaths of their parents. Ben was barely fifteen at the time, too stubborn and too emotionally damaged to be abandoned by his older sibling. Years later they returned out of the blue, bringing with them Santiago and Frankie, and moved back into the Miller household alongside their cousin like they’d never left. You were reminded of a pack of feral dogs, dangerously codependent and easy to spook, distrustful of the friendly hands offering to help them. 

Pero Tovar and William Garin stuck around long enough to graduate school before they packed their things and disappeared. Nobody in the village could figure out for sure where they went or what they did the eight years they were gone. But once William’s ability to kill any prey with a bow and arrow in one shot and Pero’s complete lack of reaction to bloodshed were noticed, the rumor mill blazed with conspiracy theories each more outrageous than the last.

And it hurt to think about how each of these boys who left came back different. They came back as men. Damaged, bloodstained, and exhausted men chewed up and spit out by the big bad world.

It hurt even worse to think about Din this way. Din with his unwavering faith. Din with his impenetrable armor. Beaten and scorned. Unvalued. He deserved a softer life than the one fate had handed him. Nothing could ever convince you otherwise.

On paper, Din had no reason to return. He’d never called Eldergrove home. He’d never called anywhere home. Mandalorians weren’t meant to form attachments outside of their family bonds. Weren’t built for the apple pie and white picket fence domestic lifestyle. 

Still, like the ocean drawn to the shoreline, he came back to you over and over.

You thought that was a constant you could depend upon in your ever-changing life.

And maybe it would have remained one, if not for your brazen act of selfishness. If you hadn't been drowning in grief over the deaths of your loved ones and overwhelmed by Din’s kindness, his fidelity, his everything and stopped yourself from lifting his helmet high enough to slam a kiss against his lips.

If you’d known then of the upcoming hell, you would’ve savored the brief taste of heaven significantly more.

If, if, if…They seemed to multiply like rabbits, invading every corner of your brain.

You’d known it was a mistake in the fragile seconds before he pushed you back, so it wasn’t surprising to find him gone by the time you’d summoned up the nerve to walk out of Ivers Forest. His constant absence the several following months without a single word of contact was another puncture driven through your tormented heart. The kind that kept you up at night, white hot and unbearably tender, but deserved all the same for fucking everything up.

It had made sense back then, in its own twisted way, that the anguish would stick with you forever, infiltrating every last atom you possessed. But life had the annoying tendency of moving on and on and on, uncaring of who it pissed off in doing so, and even the most gruesome of wounds stopped bleeding eventually, leaving behind a couple of jagged scars as reminders of lessons learned. 

And boy did you learn yours the hard way.

You and Din? The shortest of love stories summed up in four words.

Wrong place. Wrong time.

~~

You were a mere shadow of your former self in the aftermath of the funerals and Din’s departure. Shattered without a plan of how to glue yourself back together again. People noticed, of course they did, looking at you with pity in their eyes and offering paper-thin smiles. Turned you into a bit of a recluse to avoid facing them, feeling too much like an object or statue to gawk at rather than a real human being. Though there were some days you didn’t even feel like one of those either.

Your relationship with The Cupboard was a love/hate one, switching back and forth depending on the week or day or hour. It was funny in a pathetic, tragic sort of way how a building you’d known since birth became almost unrecognizable once it stopped being your grandmother’s shop and now belonged to you. You spent days refamiliarizing yourself with every tool and ingredient, the contents of each drawer, the ‘hidden’ nook beneath one of the floorboards you once stuffed shiny pebbles and bird feathers in like your own personal treasure trove. Nothing in there now except a couple of dust bunnies.

Inheriting the shop also meant inheriting your grandmother’s loyal mass of clientele. They sent in their orders by mail from afar, knocked on the shop door if you had the light on, or asked through your mother when you made yourself purposefully scarce. No one commented on the unpredictable hours. Grief could be used to excuse all types of strange behavior.

Wearing the same clothes for several days in a row? Grief.

Locking yourself away in a tiny room with nothing but molds and candlewax for hours on end? Grief was the explanation.

In your defense, you did spend time outside of the shop and your bedroom. Quite a bit, actually. Not your fault there weren’t any witnesses in Ivers Forest to see you collecting herbs or tending to the graves there. Sometimes you’d personally deliver orders to customers who lived beyond Eldergrove’s boundaries rather than send them by post–Rosedale, Bogcaster, once even Sassashire Falls for a woman with a particularly nasty reaction to a bee sting.

A good night’s sleep was hard to come by, no matter the candles which burned on your bedside table. You’d dream of what you’d lost. Who you had lost. And if you weren’t dreaming, you were having a staring contest with the moon outside the window, full and white, a guardian against the worst of the hungry shadows. Stared until your eyes burned and the questions beating against your skull fell mute. The clock numbers ticked by from midnight ‘till dawn. Life went on and on and on.

Mornings were easier. You’d make tea while Ginger cobbled together a little breakfast meal from whatever could be found in the fridge. She knew better than to comment on your tired eyes or frumpy appearance, instead just nudged her elbow against yours in a silent I’m here if you need me. 

You stuffed your mouth with food and stacked the dishes and silverware in the sink to deal with later. Wished Ginger luck on finishing her newest invention designs.

Then back to The Cupboard you went. Same old, same old. 

~~

Your mother worried about you–well, that was always a fact. But she worried even more so that year, had a concerned crease between her eyebrows every time you stopped by, hugged you an extra bit tighter as if she could somehow absorb the negative emotions and take them on herself. 

“You know, darling,” she told you one evening, a couple glasses of wine too many loosening her tongue, “that boy could never hate you.”

Your mother was your closest confidant–boy troubles, irritating customers, crippling insecurities, she knew just what to say to make every problem shrink down into manageable ones. Easy to fix.

But not this. 

“Mom–”

“It was obvious from the minute you brought him home you were tied to each other. He may not be your familiar, but your grandmother and I both knew you would always be in each other’s lives.”

“Not anymore.” You shook your head, a wet sob stuck in your throat. “He’s not coming back. Not again.”

“I know it feels like an ending, darling. Like all hope is lost,” she said, hands squeezing your shoulders. Her eyes were bright and expressive, impossible to look away from. “But sometimes things fall apart because there’s no other way for them to go. And it’s natural to feel hurt and confused and angry. Those challenging moments are meant to teach us new things though, open our stubborn eyes and change us into us. Din will come back when the timing’s right. When you’ve both grown up a bit, walked your own separate paths for a few seasons. Trust me.”

So that’s what you did. 

You grew up, settled into your own skin. You made a name for yourself as a skilled mage and chandler. You started smiling a bit more. 

Missing Din became easier–felt less like the throbbing absence of a limb, more like the yearning ache of homesickness. Curious, since you were the one who had a roof over your head and a mailing address. 

There were still some nights you’d find yourself watching the moon, its waning and waxing. And it became a comfort, imagining Din somewhere out there in the wilds on his own path, sharing the same view.

Take your time, you would think in the lulling seconds before drifting off. I'm not going anywhere.

~~

If not for the stone markers, the graves in Ivers Forest wouldn’t look much like burial sites. The dislodged piles of dirt had been reclaimed by the earth, smoothed out and replenished with green tufts of grass dotted with dandelions doing what they did best. Thriving where least wanted. 

Sunlight trickled in through the overarching tree branches, shimmering beams igniting the dust and pollen floating in the air. The only movement in an otherwise frozen patch of wilderness. Not even the birds or crickets sung their songs there. Used to make you feel nauseous–the silence so still your heartbeat hurt to hear. 

You craved quietness these days. Wished you could preserve it in the wax of your candles somehow, then burn its essence and inhale its effects until your racing thoughts permanently settled down. But every kind of magic had its limitations.  Capturing the hush of a soul’s final resting place, raising the dead back to the realm of the living…it was all too much for you.

The lit candle cupped between your hands flickered, reacting to the negative dip of your mood. An infusion of lavender, bergamot, and a hint of lemon meant to invoke calmness–one of your grandmother’s favorite recipes. Except it didn’t smell like hers, missing the unique, spicy aftereffect of her own magic that you would never in your lifetime be able to mimic. It was a plain and simple fact: you could run her store, you could copy her recipes, but you couldn’t ever actually be her. 

Didn’t stop you from trying to fill your grandmother’s shoes though, to be everything she was remembered and loved for.

A talented mage, a successful businesswoman, a respected member of the community. Accomplishments which matched those of a happy life. Accomplishments you’d earned for yourself, checked off each box through hard work and stubborn persistence. 

You should have been happy. 

But the feeling remained elusive to you. Hovered just beyond your reach, enshrouded in a mist of uncertainty, not so different from a certain bounty hunter you were dearly fond of. 

It was foolish, thinking of him at the same spot everything shattered to pieces. You rubbed at your nose, grimacing against the phantom sensation of blood leaking from your nostrils. If only you’d mourned the loss of your grandmother and Aunt Bunny the way most people did, instead of nearly getting yourself killed trying to bend the rules of the universe to your whim, maybe then things would have been different. Happier.

Your candle’s flame flickered again, angrier this time, nearly snuffing out. 

“Sorry, sorry. Brighter days are on the horizon, I believe you,” you muttered to yourself, staring down at your grandmother’s marker with a rueful half-smile. Some days it felt cathartic to speak out loud, other times a little ridiculous. Regardless, nobody ever replied back. 

“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” a familiar voice agreed from behind. 

Until then, apparently.

Ginger was a great roommate. She was tidy, thoughtful, far more brilliant than everyone else in the village combined. She also knew how to find you when you didn’t want to be found and when it was time to bring you home again. Even when you weren’t ready to admit so.

You greeted her with an arm nudge as she stepped up beside you, shoulder pressing back against yours. She adjusted her glasses, then neatly held her hands in front of her. The stance of someone who intended to stick around for a while.

“Caught up in the past again, hmm?”

“Guilty,” you answered with a sigh. “Can’t seem to shake the habit.”

“You ever think about, maybe, finding someone to anchor you in the present?” she asked, like the question had an easy answer. 

“Someone like who?”

“A boyfriend.”

You hummed a dismissive note. “No. Not even once. Why the hell would I want that?”

“It’s called dating, hon. Lots of single fish out there in the sea, including some of Merlin’s friends.” Ginger tilted her head to meet your gaze, an encouraging look in her dark eyes. “Could be good for you. Why not give it a shot?”

Why not? Because you were still grappling with the consequences of the last (and first) time you kissed someone. Why not? Because dating meant opening yourself up to someone, allowing them to see you. Every crack, every shadow, every shortcoming. Why not? Because someone already had seen you like that…and you’d lost him.

You bit into your lower lip, stared down at the pooling melted wax filling the jar as if the words you lacked were stuck there, waiting to be pulled free. But nothing could be found.

“Change can be scary,” Ginger said after a moment. There was a note of sympathy in her voice, and you didn’t want to hear it. Not there, where out of the corner of your eye you swore you glimpsed the glint of beskar, where the dividing line between past and present had never been blurrier. “But…you’re not happy with the way things are right now, are you?” The expression on Ginger’s face told you she knew the truth. She just wanted to hear you say it.

It wasn’t an easy thing to do. Something about actually giving voice to the problem that had been weighing down on you so long felt akin to tearing your heart out of your chest. Exposed for one of your closest friends in the whole world to gawk at.

“No,” you answered, shoulders curving with defeat. A sour taste in your mouth, you choked out, “I’m not happy.”

“The first step’s admitting it.” Your roommate slung her arm around your back, squeezing your upper arm. Then: “The next step’s taking a leap of faith and doing something about it.”

~~

Later, you convinced a stubborn Pero Tovar to make you a cottage out of The Cupboard. (That’s a whole other story on its own). 

Later, Pero kissed you beneath a sky full of shooting stars. It was unexpectedly sweet. Romantic. (Another story for another time.)

Later, you broke Pero’s heart because (beware of spoilers) for all the potential reasons you might’ve been happy together, there was one glaring detail you couldn’t overlook no matter how hard you tried. 

He wasn’t Din.

And life went on and on and on.

~~

On one shelf in The Cupboard, towards the back where you kept your wax molds, there was a row of candles—different colors, different infusions, each created with a different person in mind. There was a pink one for your mother, a grey one for your stepfather, light blue for Ginger and green for Benny and yellow for Frankie. Din’s was gold, Will’s a dark shade of purple and Santiago’s a vibrant orange. Pero had a black one, though with the unpleasant awkwardness still lingering after the breakup his had become the least burned in your collection—well, actually that was not entirely true. There was one you’d never lit at all. An earthy brown shade and still as pristine as the day you made it for a familiar you’d yet to meet.

None of these people asked for a candle. They didn’t pay for them or choose their colors or infusions. You made the candles in your own free time of your own volition. Because there was something about the process of melting wax and adding scents, about infusing strength and peace and creativity and protection that gave you a sense of purpose, of being a positive force.  

You burned them sporadically, sometimes for hours while you finalized orders, sometimes for under ten minutes as you drank a cup of tea. You burned them when your magic sensed something was needed, a void only it could help fill. You burned them because nothing hurt you worse than when the ones you loved most were suffering, the hopeful vibrance in their eyes dimming and waning. 

There were some tragedies which could not be avoided. Some hardships that must be endured and overcome by one’s own strength. Life was never a smooth path for anybody. For every sunny day there were also moonless nights.

But light would always come again.

Afterall, even the biggest of shadows were powerless against the smallest of candle flames. 

~~

Monday: breakfast at your mother’s house, yummy biscuits and troubled lines along your stepfather’s brow, news of a sick relative, a grey candle burned to bring him peace of mind.

Tuesday: lunch with Frankie, tired smudges beneath downcast eyes, discussions of nightmares, the dancing flame of a yellow candle promised sweeter dreams.

Wednesday: stacks of orders, piles of laundry, Ginger lent a helping hand, a blue candle lit over dinner in gratitude.

Thursday: Santiago and his restless spirit, the notes of an acoustic guitar played by scarred hands, new song lyrics in black ink, an orange candle ignited to summon enlightenment of life’s priorities.

Friday: woke up before the sunrise, magic tugged at your chest, a gold candle grabbed and lit before you even registered its meaning, heartbeat dangerously frantic.

It’s happening, you thought with a laugh verging on hysterical. It’s really happening.

Din was coming back.

~~

Night had descended upon Eldergrove by the time Din approached The Cupboard. It was reassuring to learn his preference for the cloak of darkness concealing his presence hadn’t changed. Helped appease something ruffled deep inside you, eased the tension in your spine. 

He knocked on the door–and that hadn’t changed either, the achingly familiar thud of leather-gloved knuckles against the wood. Even without the gold candle still burning away on your kitchen table, you would have known it was him by the mere sound alone.  

Electricity seemed to thrum along your nerves, pulse spasming and fingers trembling as you gripped the doorknob. Your mom had told you Din would return when the timing was right, and you’d believed her. Except absolutely nothing felt right about then and there. It was an impossible clash of too soon and too long without any middle ground to stand on.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped outside. A leap of faith. 

And for the first time in over a year, you and Din shared the same moon.

[wobbledogz]

I would like to bestow upon you great knowledge (brought to me by Tom Astle's dev logs):

Tom Astle accidentally made the dogs 8 feet tall. By the time he realized this, he was too far into making the game, so he had to adjust the gravity so that the dogs didn't seem as floaty due to their scale. The gravity is actually about 3x normal for them, unless they're walking, standing, or attempting to stand, at which point the gravity is returned to normal until they fall over.

Basically these things are not only strange, they are freakishly huge as well. A lot of the smallest wobbledogs might just be the size of a normal dog.

Source: "Wobbledogs Dogtech Deep Dive" by Tom Astle on YouTube

LOVE your energy of perusing the dev logs.

also, FASCINATING. no wonder they wibble wobble so much (as it says on the tin) with their affected gravity.

i've honestly wanted to know their scale for my own headcanons (and daydreams of being a wobble-ologist with an office full of these beasts), so to know they are (i'm guessing by default) eight feet tall...

the dinosaurs are walking among us and they go woof.

[blue-rose-soul]

Love your au! You have so much interesting analysis and all your takes always feel really in character.

I was just curious, what would some of Lucifer’s bonding attempts look like? Would Nicaise—once she arrives— try to encourage Alastor to get to know Lucifer? Even if she doesn’t know the real relationship between herself and him?

Thank you so much! I'm glad you think so. I do try to keep true to the characters, but I worry I tend to be a little biased, so I appreciate you saying this.

(Forgive me, but I'm going to blabber a little bit before I properly answer your question.)

So, as I've been going along, I haven't really had a set timeline for the Devil's Bastard AU because I've mostly been thinking of scenarios and how things would go in response to the asks I've been receiving. As a result, the timeline for this AU has been kinda wibbly wobbly. At first, Alastor knew and he was keeping it a secret, then he didn't know but Lucifer figured it out. Then Nicaise became a real character in the AU and she got involved in events, and there was something about a dog...

As of now though, I'm getting a sense of how I'd actually like the timeline to go.

First being that nothing comes out until after the finale. Nicaise meeting Charlie in Heaven is sort of the catalyst for everything, but it's not until after she falls from Heaven that any secrets start coming out. Once it's known that Nicaise is Alastor's mother, and he makes the connection that Alastor was born later that same year, the gears in Lucifer's brain start turning and he starts wondering about the missing time from the night he and Nicaise met. That leads to him doing some digging on Nicaise's life, (my mental image is talking to someone he's on good terms with in Heaven who has access to records of mortals' lives on Earth), which in turn leads to him finding out that Alastor is in fact his kid.

I think once Lucifer finds out, there's no way for him to try bonding with Alastor without revealing that he's Alastor's dad, and once Nicaise learns that, it doesn't take her long to realize she's Alastor's mom. Even if Nicaise hadn't realized Alastor's on her son by her own at that point, she's able to piece together what happened based on what Lucifer's told her of their first meeting and Alastor's behavior towards her. So in any scenario where Nicaise sees Lucifer trying to connect with Alastor, she's already going to know the reason why.

(Okay, now to actually answer your question! Apologies for the word vomit.)

Lucifer definitely fumbles a lot when it comes to trying to form any kind of bond with Alastor. With Charlie, he seems to try to bond by showering her with gifts and offering to simply take care of her problems for her. It's a bit of a shallow foundation for a relationship, but Charlie at least seems to appreciate that he's trying, even if she's a bit uncomfortable with it and wants some actual support. But Alastor is proud, independent, and seems pretty uninterested in grandiose displays of wealth, preferring a more moderate lifestyle. If anything, Lucifer's attempts to bridge the gap by giving gifts would just be taken as him rubbing his power and wealth in Alastor's face. Alastor does compare Lucifer a lot to the man who kidnadopted him; a rich white man who had a fondness for champagne and caviar.

Nicaise's feelings on the matter are a bit complicated. As much as she likes Lucifer as a friend, she knows he's not really Alastor's parent at the end of the day. He didn't raise Alastor, didn't even know he had a second child until recently. She dresses both of them down when their behavior becomes unacceptable (insert a mental image of both of them on their knees with bowed heads while she's standing over them with her hands on her hips) but Nicaise isn't about to force her boy to see Lucifer as a father figure. Instead I see her telling them that as long as they're going to be under the same roof they're going to be civil whether they like it or not. (Cue Vaggie breathing a sigh of relief.)

Sadly, she doesn't really know Alastor either, not anymore. Not since Heaven took away her 'painful' memories. She knows she died when Alastor was still young so she encourages Lucifer to give Alastor space, "Let him come to you." It's a struggle for Lucifer because after his shutting himself off left his relationship with his wife and daughter so threadbare, it's hard not to feel like he's just giving up on his son. But over time they do reach a point where they can at least coexist in the same space. This is probably the real starting point for Lucifer and Alastor to form any kind of bond.

Of course, there's still the matter of whatever ulterior motives Alastor has for the hotel. The fact that his mother is now there... Is something he will have to figure out along the way.

[aquato-family-circus]

in the spirit of talking abt characters i dont usually consider for one reason or another:

do you think crispin and sheegor get along at all. i cant remember if they interact in the game but i think at least after thorny towers blows the fuck up they should talk.

i honestly dont think ive ever rly seen crispin characterization outside of his relation to loboto or his antagonism toward fred... which makes it harder for me to think abt him when it comes to what happens after the game.

its hard to tell what his deal even is as opposed to the inmates or sheegor and linda. i know we see him in a padded room/in a straight jacket but thats such common place "scary asylum" imagry that there could be 100 billion reasons someone just decided was grounds for putting him in there. especially if you want to consider he got put in the asylum back in the wibbly wobbly past of the pre-psychonauts protections age

i dont think he'd join up w/the thorny towers main 4 bc of said antagonistic relationship with fred

so maybe crispin can come to psychonauts hq with sheegor (bc let sheegor be sashas new assistant! justice for my shivering wet dog of a woman)

and maybe someone can get that. mind barrier? implant? loboto put in there? taken out?? bc oh brother

he should play chess with compton sometime. aka someone i assume wont go into a spiral rage after losing a board game to an asylum patient. maybe he would enjoy bowling. gruloky. something

this had no real end goal except wondering out loud abt who is this man

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: Bigger on the Inside

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Tags: Doctor Who AU

A/N: Am I on a roll of working up the weirdest AUs I can get my grubby fic writing hands on? Yes.

--

It's kind of funny that just yesterday he was a uni student reading law. There'd, or there is, a pile of books he had to finish up on before he started his internship with UNIT that is parked on his study table. Just two hours ago he'd been at a party getting into a fight with someone who called his conspiracy theories about this strange man who was sometimes a woman that had popped up throughout history at significant moments in time

More than that, half an hour ago, Fang Duobing was just shaking his hand out, walking home when a strange man with a tiny lotus leaf sticking out of his breast pocket had gripped him by the arm, eyes big and dark. "Run," he said. And run, Fang Duobing did.

It takes three dead Weeping Angels, two almost lost limbs, a cliffhanger (literally) and a showdown between some weird masked entity and a robotic dog later, did Fang Duobing thought to stop and consider how he and the man who called himself The Doctor could fit in the blue 1960s police box they'd been apparently running around in.

"It's..." The Doctor starts, hands flapping about as he gestures around him. "A bit wibbly wobbly, timey wimey. Too complicated to get into. Point is, there's a swimming pool in the library."

Fang Duobing blinks.

The Doctor shakes his head, grinning -- the look of someone who thrives off being as absolutely mysterious as possible. "I'm sure we have or had bunk beds somewhere... The TARDIS will take you there. If you're staying, of course."

"Staying?"

"Travel with me. You humans do that sometimes," The Doctor says. Fang Duobing catches the way that he tries to nonchalantly press some buttons on the console and fiddle with a couple of switches.

Fang Duobing crosses his arms. Tilting his head at him. "If I say no?"

"If you say no, I drop you home. You go to bed and the next day you go about your life and I'll hopefully be someone you can think of sometimes." The Doctor shrugs, looking up at the central column that hums in an almost response to him.

Fang Duobing thinks about the pile of books. He thinks about the classes and the path ahead of him and wonders what it'd be like to see the stars instead.

He steps up. Pressing his shoulder to the Doctor's and lets him take his hand with a laugh and position it on a lever.

"All of time and space, and this funny blue box to take you to all of them. Where do you want to start?"

Unable to stop the big smile on his face and the stars in his eyes from catching in the light of the TARDIS' central console, he pulls down on a lever, laughing when the TARDIS trills in response.

"Let's start everywhere!"

[randomclam24]

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The night I brought it up late at night, I said in my head there was a shoehorn against me sleeping if I watched

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Update: Buttplug inner society Phineas and Ferb's Brick commercial pitch: It's about Yahweh They only told me Become as gods, and do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law! They didn't tell me about that

Update: Looking back to the time of that post which was two seconds ago Focus on the thing Alright here - no - Alright look here kids you don't post That wasn't even the right commercial within the episode, and the actual sequence as a self affirmation, that was the gayest shit "It does nothing, so you can do whatever you want with it

"Well it all started when Mario, the Prindess and I came to dinosaur world for vacation (wibble wobble) - implied jew snarling: *is this what the white man thinks of his psychotic break

Update: DiC was neocon Update: At dinner tonight, or something, I remembered peripherally - and no one cares about that Pirate Doom 2's canonical acking point is where it shows a temple with the cannibal pygmys and the head has blood on it. This implies death intended, and pilpulists are the good guys on that fence. My only safe haven is to masturbate to B movies or just Qentin Tarantino, wherein the only lasting memory is my mom gangstalking spitting bars or something, because that's what lasts in what's going

he is a NSKAE Spell that out [not] wrong snake I rightly get rizzed for going out. My public personality for just barely not invoking the underlying karma of moloch satan which - the explanation already barely just doesn't invoke the wrath of the people, given who it's talking about is probably why anons actually all call me a Nigger

Update: No, anons call them a nigger! They see my dad, they call him a nigger! They see my mom, they call him a nigger! GTA cars drive you by real slow ass, and you like that black dick? Update: For the sake of time and derailing, I will only going with Reservoir []dogs (These are the movies not *everyone* has seen

Update after above and later: We're waiting for the nuke on dead nigger storage

Update: It ain't the coffe aefwaefwaer Update: On soyjak.party, the only content is that whenever consciousness happens, it takes the formatting of a new stonetoss, which is called a 'toss Update: I think I'd be a little more than a little worried if a file arrived on my computer labelled new 'toss

[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 83: Apples A Bunch

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The crisp autumn air whipped through the forest of Ebonvale and Malakar decided that it would be wonderful to take everyone out for one of his favorite autumn activities: apple picking.

He had always loved apple picking. Even when he was a little boy, he would always make him and his siblings have contests to see who could pick the most apples and of course, he would often come out as the winner.

Now that he was older and had adopted Aurora as his own daughter, he wanted to share this experience with her and his own little, and slightly unusual, family.

So, after a hearty breakfast, the family gathered baskets, satchels, and buckets and headed down the forest path toward the apple orchard. Aurora laid comfortably inside her pale yellow baby sling strapped onto Malakar's chest, Grimble, Flord, and Tibber trailed behind Malakar clumsily carrying wicker baskets and wooden buckets, Corvus flew above them with Pippin sitting inside a saddle on Corvus's back made from a small hat box and some twine, and Roisin ran in front of everyone trying to catch the autumn leaves in her mouth. 

"Hey, boss," Grimble grunted as they passed through the final stretch of the towering redwoods and into the orchard. "These apples better be worth the trek this year. I didn't forget the time we found them all covered with worms."

"They’ll be perfect, Grimble. Trust me," Malakar replied, shifting Aurora gently in the sling. "Besides, it’s about the experience, not just the apples."

"Yeah, the experience of walkin' miles to pick somethin' I can buy in the village marketplace," Tibber muttered, earning an elbow nudge from Flord.

"Zip it, Tibber. Y'know the boss likes makin' things with his own bare hands."

"Exactly," Malakar said. "And this time 'round, Aurora gets to watch."

Corvus swooped down to perch on the branch of one of the apple trees, allowing Pippin to climb off his makeshift saddle.

"Alright everyone," Malakar called out, handing each of them a basket, satchel, or bucket, "You all know what to do. Let’s fill up those baskets. We'll meet back here just before sunset."

The gang spread out and fanned out among the trees, shaking the branches to let apples tumble down, some a little clumsier than others.

Malakar stayed close to Aurora, picking only the ripest fruit within reach. She watched him, eyes round with curiosity, and grabbed for an apple when he held one out to her.

"Look at this one, love," Malakar cooed softly, holding the shiny red apple close to her. "It’s just as sweet as you." Aurora gurgled and took the apple in her little hands, suckling on its side as if it were a pacifier.

Meanwhile, Pippin and Corvus darted across the apple trees, nibbling and pecking on the stems to let the apples fall into their bucket. Roisin gathered some apples with her mouth and dumped them into the bucket. When she found some on the ground, she ate them (apples are one of the safe foods for dogs to eat outside of dog food).

Tibber, Flord, and Grimble stood on each other's shoulders, trying to reach an apple on top of the highest branch of one of the trees while also balancing some baskets with their arms and feet.

"Almost… got it…" Flord grunted, reaching out to grab the apple.

They wibbled and wobbled as Flord tried to catch the apple. When Flord eventually got it, they wobbled and wobbled until they all collapsed with a loud thud.

They groaned and picked themselves up and brushed themselves off.

"Well, at least I got the apple," Flord grinned, holding up the apple.

When the baskets, satchels, and buckets were finally brimming with fresh, red apples, Malakar gave the signal for them to head back to the lair.

Upon arrival, Everyone got to work washing and drying the apples in the kitchen before preparing them for a special apple feast for their supper.

They had apple juice, apple cider, apple sauce, and of course, a freshly baked apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream.

It was very rare that they had dessert for supper, so, everyone took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

As the fire crackled and the scent of apples and spices filled the lair, everyone enjoyed their slices of pie as they warmed themselves from the autumn chill.

This was what he lived for—the simple joys of family, of tradition, and the warmth that came from sharing it with those he loved.

[just-pineapple-responses]

Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉ 

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

MORE

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

r

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

[virtualrenfaire2020]

Virtual Ren Faire 2020 Calendar

We have activities and themed days, plus we’ve compiled a bunch of livestreams from some fantastic performers to enjoy during our Faire. The calendar is updated daily, so stay tuned for more events!

Saturday, March 28

Opening day!

Join us on Opening Day for a day of faire activities. Share photos, videos, and stories relating to your ren faire experience! 

Submissions will be open starting today for the Costume Contest!

O.W.L. Fest - 7:30 AM PDT

An all-day series of concerts with a wizardly theme. A new artist is live every half hour until 7:00 PM, so tune in anytime! Don’t forget to refresh the page between concerts to listen to the latest stream. The current lineup is: Tonks and the Aurors, Lauren Fairweather, Ashley Hamel, Hawthorn & Holly, Grace Kendall, Kalysta Flame, Pussycat Dolores, The Purebloods, Flitwick and the Charmers, Losing Lara, Muggle Snuggle, Percy and the Prefects, Ludo Bagman and the Trash, Draco and the Malfoys, The Mudbloods, The Lovegoods, Alas Earwax!, The Blibbering Humdingers, Abby Ritter, The Swedish Shortsnouts, Kirstyn Hippe, POTTÖRHEAD, The Arkadian, Karl-Johan, and Toucan Dubh.

Check out the Facebook livestream concerts here.

Ye Banished Privateers Virtual Release Party - 11:00 AM PDT.

“Let’s party like it’s 1720! Borders are closing, people are being forced to shut their doors. Our global world is growing smaller, but Ye Banished Privateers believes in staying connected through the crisis. On march 28th we were planning to throw a big release party for our new album Hostis Humani Generis in our home town Umeå, Sweden, which naturally had to be cancelled due to the corona pandemic. Instead we’ll be hosting a live streamed event, at 19.00 cet 28/3 that will be worthy of an official release concert. We want to try and make this something special and grand . . . let’s stand together in all safe ways possible.”

Check out the Youtube livestream concert here.

Pub Crawl - 1:30 PM PDT. 

We’ll be hosting a BYOB pub crawl. Keep an eye out for the tag vrf2020 pub crawl for more info. Please follow local drinking laws and drink responsibly!

Cyrus Pynn (The Swordsman) - 2:00 PM PDT.

“I am a self taught professional sword swallower who perfected the art at the Coney Island Sideshow School, where I learned to present it in an entertaining and classy manner. Since then I have pushed the limit with this dangerous feat as I have traveled across the United States performing with Carnivals, Festivals and Variety Shows . . . Demonstrating the world's most dangerous stunt in an entertaining, classy manner featuring comedy, audience interaction and, of course, death defiance! ‘Down the Hatch without a Scratch!’“

Check out the Facebook livestream show here.

Andrea Beaton - 4:30 PM PDT.

“Andrea grew up in a musical family in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.  Both the Beaton and MacMaster sides of her family are well known and respected as some of Cape Breton's finest musicians, dancers and composers. She has made 6 solo CDs, a duo album with her father Kinnon, and published 3 books of tunes.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

The CRAIC Show - 5:00 PM PDT.

“The CRAIC Show is an intense & wildly entertaining act, made up of five international travelers who, in 1541AD, were banded together on an ancient battlefield. This unique merging of music from far away lands brings a sound that is unlike any other . . .  Ever-changing and constantly blending styles, The CRAIC Show is always bringing a fresh, high energy blend of World Medieval Music to a modern audience.” 

Check out the Facebook livestream concert here.

Erin Rae - 7:00 PM PDT.

“Gifted with a unique ability to fuse musical genres and influences to craft songs that feel fresh and wholly her own, with her new album Putting On Airs, Erin Rae has thrown down a direct challenge to the stereotype of what a Southern singer should be. Both lyrically and sonically, she strikes a fiercely independent chord, proudly releasing a deeply personal record that reflects her own upbringing in Tennessee, including the prejudices and injustices that she witnessed as a child that continue to impact her life to this day. According to Rae, ‘this album was born out of a need to do some healing work in my personal life, in order to address some fears and patterns of mine to allow my true feelings to come to the surface.’”

Check out the Instagram livestream concert here.

Sunday, March 29

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Alistair McCulloch - 11:30 AM PDT.

“Alistair is one of Scotland's best known fiddle performers and teachers.  His trio features Aaron Jones of Old Blind Dogs, and former Capercaillie whistle wizard Marc Duff. Alistair has taught a generation of rising stars at the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Linda McRae - 1:00 PM PDT.

“Linda’s love of Canadian, American and British music early on in her career resulted in multiple band configurations from roots-rock to punk to folk . . . When Linda steps onto a concert stage, into a recording studio, workshop or mentoring session, there is an effortless passion, a love of what she does and a connection with fans and friendships built and treasured. A multi-instrumentalist Linda works tirelessly as a touring singing songwriter, performing at premiere venues across Canada, the US and Europe while turning out new works.”

Check out the Facebook livestream concert here.

The Glow Bubble Show (Meadow Perry) - 4:00 PM PDT.

“Meadow Perry is a Philadelphia based Magician, Bubble Artist and Actress. Known for her beloved children's character, Meadowlark the Faerie, Meadow has been performing in various genres from the stage to private events for over 15 years. The Bubble Magic of Meadow Perry is a show that takes the visual art of bubbles, theatrical storytelling, enchanting magic, thrilling music, & a touch of sophistication to create a unique and entertaining show that has been described as ‘A mesmerizing, spellbounding experience! Charming and interesting, Meadow takes the rules of bubbles outside the box!’”

Check out the Instagram livestream show here.

Monday, March 30

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Merchants’ Monday

Show our wonderful shops some extra love today!

Shannon Lay - 12:00 PM PDT.

“There is an entire sub-genre of poetry devoted to rivers and their persistent, meditative flow . . . For transcendent folk-pop artist Shannon Lay, the river is all of the above: It’s the metaphor driving her latest album, the exquisitely uplifting August (Sub Pop Records, out August, 23rd)—which doubles as an aural baptism renewing her purpose for making music. ‘I always picture music as this river. Everyone’s throwing things into this river, it’s a place you can go to and feed off of that energy,’ she says, ‘and feel nourished by the fact that so many people are feeling what you’re feeling. It’s this beautiful exchange.’”

Check out the Instagram livestream concert here.

Jesse Linder, Bard - 5:00 PM PDT.

“. . .'Singer of Songs, Teller of Tales.’ Jesse performs as a solo artist and as a member of 3 Pints Gone, and has been a member of Separated at Birth, CrossRogues, and Tippler's Way. Jesse sings at Renaisance faires, American reenactments, Irish pubs, and coffeehouses throughout the Midwest. He currently has three solo CDs and five group CDs in print.”

Check out the Facebook livestream concert here.

Steven Greenman - 6:00 PM PDT.

“Steven has worked with some of the world’s leading klezmer ensembles, is a founding member of Cleveland’s East European ensemble Harmonia, and has been a guest soloist with the Cleveland Pops Orchestra, performing his own arrangements of gypsy and klezmer music.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Tuesday, March 31

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Time Travel Tuesday

Share your favorite photos and costumes from any time period, from Ancient Greece to 2265. After all, in quarantine, time all feels a little wibbly wobbly!

Jonathan Cannon - 5:30 PM PDT.

“Jonathan has studied klezmer, Romanian, Celtic, and American fiddling, performs regularly, with award-winning Boston klezmer band Ezekiel’s Wheels, and for contra dances.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Wednesday, April 1

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Anne-Mari Kivimäki & Palomylly - 10:00 AM PDT.

“Anne-Mari Kivimäki & Palomylly is an impressive sound mix with stories, archive recordings, jouhikko, double bass, vocals and accordion. Kivimäki’s music has a hypnotic pulse and it’s made for the love of old stories. Kivimäki has gathered her Palomylly band from the musicians on her successful Lakkautettu Kylä (A Closed-Down Village) album.”

Check out the Facebook livestream concert here.

Troy MacGillivray with Sabra MacGillivray - 4:30 PM PDT.

“Troy is a brilliant fiddler, pianist and stepdancer from Nova Scotia.  He’s been featured at many festivals including Celtic Connections in Scotland, East Coast Music Awards, Celtic Colours Festival in Cape Breton, the Barbados Celtic Festival and the Edinburgh Fiddle Festival.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Thursday, April 2

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Cookie Segelstein with Josh Horowitz - 10:00 AM PDT.

“Founder of Veretski Pass, and fiddler with many other top klezmer bands, Cookie has taught workshops round the world, and has been featured in an ABC documentary and a film starring Robert DeNiro.  Josh founded the band Budowitz and has played with Vienna Chamber Orchestra, Theodore Bikel, and accompanied Itzhak Perlman on PBS.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Oshima Brothers - 3:00 PM PDT.

“Raised in a musical family in rural Maine, the brothers have honed a harmony-rich blend of contemporary folk and acoustic pop. On stage, Sean and Jamie create a surprisingly full sound with dynamic vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, octave bass, loops, and percussion. The brothers live in Maine but are often on the road performing, producing music videos, and dancing.”

Check out the Facebook livestream concert here.

Friday, April 3

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest!

Furry Friends Friday

Ever dressed your pet up for the faire? Show us your photos and costume ideas! Or show us your faire-themed fursuit. You do you.

Let’s Get Traditional (The Minstrel Rav’n) - 4:00 PM PDT.

“The Minstrel Rav'n travels the lands Telling Songs and Singing Stories about Taverns, Pirates and Elven Lasses. Songs of Adventure, Drinking... and things a bit on the Naughty Side!”

Check out the Facebook livestream here.

HST (Ed, Lilly & Neil Pearlman) - 4:30 PM PDT.

“HST (Highland Soles Trio) is 3/5 of a family band, with dancer Laura Scott and Jesse on whistle. HST has toured the US and Scotland with new and old tunes in the Scottish tradition.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Saturday, April 4

Gráinne Brady - 12:30 PM PDT.

“Gráinne is an Irish fiddle player from County Cavan in Ireland and currently based in Glasgow where she leads sessions and plays with Top Floor Taivers, string group The Routes Quartet, and Gaeilge/Gàidhlig supergroup LAS.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Pub Crawl - 1:30 PM PDT.

We’ll be hosting a BYOB pub crawl. Keep an eye out for the tag vrf2020 pub crawl for more info. Please follow local drinking laws and drink responsibly!

Costume Contest Judging - 6:00 PM PDT.

Submissions remain open for the Costume Contest until 6:00. Winners will be chosen between 6:00 and 7:00 PDT.

Sunday, April 5

Jenna Reid - 11:30 AM PDT.

“Jenna is a member of the great fiddle bands Blazin' Fiddles, and RANT.  Born & bred in Shetland, she learned fiddle from the late Willie Hunter. Following her music degree, Jenna performed with Dóchas and Deaf Shepherd before joining her current bands.”

Check out the Zoom livestream concert here.

Closing Day

We’re sad to see you go, but we hope to catch you at an IRL faire next season!

[nodesiretogrowup]

it’s time for my play-by-play review (put some breaks in so it’s not a giant wall of text):

“Here in Duckburg, life is like...a hurricane?” Ha ha theme song reference.

El Pato is Spanish for the duck and that amuses me. Although we call our version of that storm system El Niño, so shouldn’t it have been El Patito?

Mr. Chunk’s EXTRA CHUNKY Chili Chunks

“Could you give us a hand?” *All laugh* In hindsight, he probably should have helped them instead of using the time tub again. He’d still get in trouble for stealing, but he probably would have gotten a less harsh punishment.

“We should have plenty of food we won’t get sick of.” “I said sick from and you know it.” Classic kid logic.

Are the chili dogs a Sonic reference, since Ben is playing him in the upcoming movie?

“Chili dogs put the ‘hooray’ in ‘hooraycane’ party.” That was an awful pun and we should all be mad at Della for it.

“And we all get scurvy. Again.” This is why they need Donald home.

“Is that your parenting strategy or did you get that off a bumper sticker?” Beakley keeps in real.

Beakley and Della have a great dynamic this episode. I honestly think Beakley sees a lot of herself in Della and is trying to teach Della what she wishes someone had taught her when she had her own kid(s).

Louie pushing Huey to the center of the room so that nobody notices him leaving, smart.

“My brother’s gonna be a professional nerd.” Hooray for supporting your brother!

Mary Poppins-CONFIRMED MEMBER OF THE MCDUCK CLAN.

The wooden cane reminds me of Hop Pop’s

“That boy’s up to something.” Crazy thought here but maybe you should be proactive about that and follow him YOURSELF.

Launchpad never ceases to amaze me. How did he nail wood to STAINED GLASS?

That’s coming out of his paycheck.

“You’ve got your own tub?! Lucky.” GET THIS MAN A TUB, STAT!

I hope we get more Louie and Launchpad stuff. The way they play off each other is great.

Louie’s little presentation is great and runs on kid logic.

Bubba is adorable.

BWAMP. Nice sound effect.

“Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie Inc. It’s not a crime if it’s lost to time.” Cute, but I doubt that would hold up in court. 

Also, did Louie’s plan/most of the episode remind anyone else of Bender’s Big Score? Bender pulled a similar scheme at the end, only his time traveling caused a rip in the fabric of space. So they got off lucky here?

I totally buy Launchpad keeping a shower cap and rubber ducky on his person at all times. I WANT HIM TO GET HIS BUBBLE BATH, DAMMIT!

“HEY COOL. A DEAD GUY!” Dewey, you really shouldn’t get that excited over corpses. I know Bubba is actually alive, but did they?

Webby, Bubba is taller and buffer than you. I don’t think he qualifies as a “little” guy.

I DEMAND to know about the times Scrooge was frozen in an iceberg! Is Webby counting the time he and Goldie were frozen together?

Metaphors and hypothetical situations don’t work on Della. Maybe it’s a pilot thing. 

“HISTORY IS ALIVE!” I LOVE MY NERD SON.

I love when people meet someone who doesn’t understand them/speaks a different language, they think talking louder will help.

“He’s got a hat like a person!” Is that racist?

Of COURSE Dewey turns the hat backwards.

“Your Funky Fresh ways” These kids have watched waaaay too much 90s media. The little hip shimmy was great.

Chili dogs>tree bark 

“Man, I am learning SO MUCH.” Me too, Webby. Me too.

Did the exchange between Louie and Launchpad about the ethical nature of Time Treasures remind anyone else of when Jim and Launchpad discussed Jim’s plan to get himself into the movie or am I seeing parallels where there aren’t any?

Louie went to the school of Katara. (Both agree it’s ok to steal from pirates)

NOTHING is ever 100% safe

Dewey reeeeeeally wants another sibling. I bet someone is gonna push his mom into the dating scene.

OG DUCKTALES REFERENCE FTW

Bubba-a lyrical genius

Launchpad looks SO LOST while all of this is going on. Though he seems pretty lost in the whole episode.

“At least make him wear a helmet.” Safety lessons!

“SHUT UBBA, MAN.”

“Don’t think about it too hard.” A rule of thumb when dealing w/ time travel.

Poor Launchpad is having an existential crisis.

 And THAT is why we leave time travel to the professionals, Louie. Next time just ask Uncle Scrooge.

How did they make a graphic for Timephoon so fast?

Roxanne is salty, but of course the source is McDuck Manor.

I DEMAND MORE FRANKLOON. Maybe Fenton could write a musical about him. Sidenote: I REALLY WANT a Ben Franklin musical. 

Bubba-an artistic MARVEL

Shimmy that board clean!

The little head stroke she gives Louie. MY HEART!

I...don’t think that is how to do math.

“I see how you turned this into a lesson in parenting and I’m impressed.” THAT’S HOW GRANDMAS ROLL.

Gyro-the most USELESS TWINK. I love him.

I love the way Bobby says “oh boy” for Louie.

“HE IS OFFENSIVE TO THE FIELD OF ANTHROPOLOGY!” Time travel in general is probably offensive to anthropology.

Is it wrong to enjoy Huey going FERAL AS FUCK? Because I thoroughly enjoy it.

Why would you listen to Dewey on research?

“Did you SEE that finger progression on that solo?” 

Bubba-MASTER MUSICIAN! Also, KEYTARS ROCK!

“COME HERE, YOU HISTORICAL ABOMINATION!” Not saying Huey’s killed a man, but he knows how to and how to cover it up.

 Pretty sure Webby and Dewey are trolling.

“Definitely not cloning an army.” I have SO MANY QUESTIONS. 

Louie’s in hoodie-ville.

“He could be anywhen!” Time travel jokes.

I like that they all assume it’s Gyro at first. WHAT CRIMES HAS THIS MAN COMMITTED?!

“It’s one of the kids.” “I’ll get Dewey.” I could see Dewey stealing the time tub, but he’d just try and change the name of things into Dewey puns.

Ninjas,worse than termites-Scrooge Mcduck, 2019 

MORE BEAKLEY/DELLA TEAM UPS PLZ

“Even good kids do dumb things.” And good adults. No one thinks Louie is a bad kid, but he was pretty dumb.

What was with the log?

SANTA TRAP

“Oh no, they may be French.” That line made me laugh.

Launchpad falling asleep when the tapestry was over his face-hilarious.

“Don’t ask.”

Launchpad-always asking the right questions.

“Thank you past and/or future me.” 

I love Huey trying to make sense of Bubba.

“I hate this.”

Poor Huey.

Bubba-an amazing animal tamer

I really like how much Della admires Beakley.

Webby shouting “GRANNY!” T_T

So is that picture of Scrooge, Donald, and Della fighting pirates a time travel related adventure?

Hi Woody and Jessie

“I’VE IMMEDIATELY FAILED YOU.” Mood

Launchpad is so wise. But I think time is more timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly, right Scrooge?

Della’s angry mom voice

The fight is cool.

“AH, ME SCURVY!” BRICK JOKE FTW!

Not the time for time travel logic, Dewey. Plus they seem to be coming from different countries so anywhere would still work.

Bubba-A HERO

“GO, YOU FREAK OF HISTORY!”

#youtriedLaunchpad

“EVERYTHING WE DO HAS ALREADY HAPPENED!”

Della shouting “KIDS” and Louie shouting “MOOOM” really hit me in the gut.

Let’s pour one out for Bubba.

I PRAY TO GOD someone writes fics about what each character was doing in the time period they ended up in.

Della was giving me MAJOR Joan of Arc vibes in that armor.

Yeah, this scene hurt. But it needed to be done. Louie still seems to think that it was all a good idea. He hasn’t learned his lesson yet.

That scene also reminded me of Merida and Elinor’s fight in Brave. Both sides have a point, but both went too far.

I’m glad Louie didn’t instantly accept his mom. It’s more interesting that way and feels real.

I love that Launchpad looks around at everyone before he reacts. He most likely knows nothing about the Spear of Selene incident so he has no idea of how hurtful Louie’s comment was.

Gyro had NO REACTION to any of that fight.

That broke poor Della.

“I went to the future. I’ve seen how the world ends.*pause* It was neat! See you there soon!” 

I wonder why Launchpad was the only one who went forward in time. Could it play a role in stopping the invasion?

“Some people aren’t ready for the truth.” So wise.

Bubba-THE FIRST OF CLAN MCDUCK

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Rounding out TNG with a "WTF" Season 7

by Ames

The final season of Star Trek: The Next Generation manages to scrape the bottom of the bucket for ideas, because why refill the bucket when you know you're about to not need it anymore? There are still a couple great episodes in there, but more than a fair share of backwash.

Your A Star to Steer Her By hosts made it through season 7 to give you our top and bottom three episodes, with the most season overlap (and thus the fewest screengrabs) yet! As usual, you can see them all below or listen to the double-long podcast episode (S7 wrap up starts at 1:03:52) featuring special guest star Liz, also including our full series winners and losers, a Kirk/Picard captain debate (spoiler: Captain Spot wins), and a whole lot of nerd rage.

[images © CBS/Paramount]

Bottom Three Episodes

Season 7 has some of the worst episodes since we saw seasons 1 and 2, and there's really no excuse the Trek team has other than the series reaching its natural end of life. It was probably for the best.

“Emergence”: Ames This episode is a literal trainwreck that changes what the point of it is every couple of scenes, and that was flagrantly overwritten just to squeeze out another holodeck misadventure that no one asked for.

"Journey's End”: Caitlin Wesley Whiteass saves some Native Americans in space! And Picard loses a good number or ethics points by letting Boy Wonder here be the one to stand up for injustice instead of doing it himself. Yikes.

“Genesis”: Jake Science fiction tends to use DNA like some kind of magic totem that does whatever you want it to, but when that's to turn your characters into lizards and jellyfish and spiders, someone's got to call shenanigans. "SHENANIGANS!"

“Phantasms”: Ames, Chris Sci-fi horror is just not in TNG's wheelhouse and they never accepted that. The surrealist dream nonsense just didn't work either and everything became so annoyingly literal. Worst of all, that cake just didn't look great.

“Masks”: Caitlin, Chris, Jake Well, now we know Data and Picard are into some weird roleplaying, and that's about the only good that came out of this clusterfuck of an episode that puts mythology in a blender and dumps it all over everyone.

“Sub Rosa”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake This is the only episode in the whole of TNG on ALL of our bottom lists, and that's very indicative of how awful it is, and how sexist it is, and how rapey it is. You're not Star Trek! Star Trek's dead!

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Top Three Episodes

There were still a couple good episodes tucked away for the final season, and we actually agreed on at least a couple of them!

“Gambit”: Chris If you like zany, campy heist stories, TNG has just the absurd hijinks for you. As one of the few two-parters in which BOTH parts actually work together, this story knows how to cross you, doublecross you, and double-dog-cross you.

“Parallels”: Caitlin Rejoice! Alexander no longer exists! Even if it's just one version in another parallel universe, we were so happy to get rid of that little twerp, and also get a really good dimension-hopping story!

“The Pegasus”: Chris, Jake Don't tell Admiral Pressman what he can't do, because he's gonna break all kinds of Federation-Romulan treaties about phased cloaking whether you want him to or not and look damn great doing it!

“Thine Own Self”: Ames, Jake Cultural contamination is at its best when carried out by an amnesiac android – it's just common sense! Also Troi gets to do a thing! Chocolate cake all around!!

“All Good Things...”: Ames, Caitlin The series finale does such a brilliant job bookending the whole show by bringing us back to Judge Q's courtroom for a final romp that wraps everything up in a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey bow.

“Lower Decks”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake Another rare instance of total agreement for the fresh-faced youngsters at the center of "Lower Decks." It's always refreshing to see things from other points of view on this show, and this episode got it so right.

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All that's left to do now is to wrap up the whole series, so check out our top and bottom fives of all of Next Gen as we move on to the next phase of our trek through the stars. Keep your eyes here, catch new episodes on Soundcloud, follow A Star to Steer Her By on Facebook and Twitter, and get rid of that damn candle!

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i was tagged by audrey (@amesandjake ) to participate in a positivity chain, so here I am, spreading all the positivity!!!!

pick 5 mutuals you like & explain why you like them! then if tagged, pick 5 mutuals and do the same thing (also if you’ve already been tagged, that’s cool, but I love you and I’m trying to express it)

ALSO, I definitely got too carried away and essentially wrote sililoquies for all of you, but you’ll just have to deal with it. You’re lucky they’re not in iambic pentameter, because you KNOW I would.

@jordanjaspermcgreen Saumya, you fucking MENACE, I love you. You’re one of the most ridiculous, funny, clever, remarkable, wonderful people I know, not to mention you rule this site/app like it’s your own personal kingdom. Your angst and your fluff and your crackposts all give me life. You’re a demon, but honestly you’re my favourite of all the demons, so I’m cool with it. If you need my soul (or my kidneys) for anything, I’m always here to be your sacrifice. 

@youleftme-clarke oh lord, P, where do I start? You flirt, far too much... with everyone... but I love you to bits. And your pick-up lines are undefeated and legendary, so there’s that. I’m the captain of all your ships, and I love gushing about them with you. I can’t go three days without talking to you, because one of us always ends up sending a message that is essentially the text equivalent of jumping up and down and pouting, and you cheer me up just by talking. You’re an amazing human being and you deserve the absolute world, so don’t let anyone (or your brain) tell you any different. Also, like, your blog is dope. 

@grumpybell  Your icons, your gifs, your fanfics, your attitude, your devotion to the things you like and to yourself and your mental health, the fact that you have dogs, the fact that you prefer the RIGHT Pride and Prejudice, your positivity - honestly, you’re perfect. Also Don’t Wake Me I’m Not Dreaming is still my favourite Bellarke fanfic because it made me remember what pure unadulterated joy felt like, which is something I haven’t experienced for over a decade, so thank you for (at least temporarily) beating my mental illnesses into submission... am I a tiny bit in love with you??? Yes, obviously. 

@clarkgriffon THAT’S MY WIFE! The first woman I ever married; now everyone I date in real life will have to stand up to a checklist of “are they as good as Mira and Abby tho?” and if they don’t, they will get kicked to the curb. Your gifsets are FUCKING PHENOMENAL, your sense of humour is nearly identical to mine, your saltiness is off the charts and not only are you a great writer yourself, but you’re unbelievably supportive of my writing, to the point where I may or may not have cried at nice things you’ve said. You and your blog are AMAZING and I love you.

@fen-ha-fuck-you  Last, but not even remotely close to least (because this list does not run from top to bottom, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, lovey dovey... stuff) MY WIFE ABBY! Where do I even begin? I love you with my whole-ass heart. I love your Bellarke crumbs, and your sense of humour, and literally every single thing you posts makes me smile. Sometimes I laugh at a post and then have to scroll back up just to confirm that, “yep, that’s abby’s” because you’re so fucking funny, and smart, and not only your original posts but your reblogs are phenomenal. You’re also FUCKING BRILLIANT at all the film analysis you do on The 100 and everything else (and no bitchy arseholes will ever say otherwise or I will THROW HANDS) and you’re just one of the best people on this hellsite, as are the other four babes on this list.

I LOVE YOU ALL, AND YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT. I NEARLY WENT FULL SHAKESPEARE ON ALL YOUR ASSES, THIS IS ME BEING RESTRAINED.

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Harry Potter and the Lost Girl - Chapter Seven

Chapter Six Chapter Five Chapter Four Chapter Three Chapter Two Chapter One Prologue 

Harry Potter and the Lost Girl Chapter Seven – The First Task By: Konekochu

It was Tuesday, the day of the first task. Alexa was walking down to the Great Hall from the secret room she had found. Being careful not to run into anyone as she didn’t want it discovered where she had been sleeping at night and be forced back on the ship. It had proven difficult to maneuver around unnoticed as the castle was a buzz with students from all three schools excited about the first task after lunch. She was nervous and excited about it as well, she didn’t know how she was going to compose herself while in Charms and Transfiguration that morning. She got through breakfast with small talk with some of the other students from her school on what the first task would entail. She not once let on that she actually knew that the first task involved dragons. Time that day was definitely going all wibbly wobbly as it seemed as though as soon as she was getting up to go to her first class she was sitting down eating lunch with Krum.

“Getting nervous yet?” Alexa asked Krum while playfully jabbing him in the side with her elbow when they finished up eating. Krum gave her a grim look, he was nervous but trying hard not to show it in front of the others. “I need to get down to the grounds now.” Krum said standing up, Alexa got up with him and gave him an encouraging smile. “I’ll walk with you.” Alexa offered Krum hesitated and nodded. “Lets go.” he replied. As they walked over to the doors of the great hall the weight of everyone watching them leave could be felt. Alexa knew they weren’t necessarily starting at her but at Krum but she couldn’t help feeling very exposed and uncomfortable in that moment. Alexa noticed Harry and the others sitting at their table as they passed by.  She couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him as he looked pale and quite nervous, she wondered if he had any clue about what he will face in the first task.   Harry looked up as she was about to look away and their eyes met for a brief moment. Alexa swallowed hard and nodded politely in his direction before walking with Krum out the door. Between the Great Hall and the grounds Krum was stopped quite a few times by fellow students to wish him luck and shot a few glares at her. When they got onto the grounds they finally got a chance to speak again. The wind was chilly, Alexa shivered and pulled her robes more tightly around her. “Have you considered the Conjunctivitus curse?” Alexa asked Krum who looked over to her and nodded.

“Yes, that is one of the options that the Highmaster and I have discussed.” Krum replied. Alexa’s body tensed involuntarily at the mention of Karkaroff. They reached the Champion’s tent beside the Quidditch pitch and walked inside so far only the Beauxbatons champion and their headmistress were there whispering quietly to each other in a far corner.  It wasn’t too long after that did that the Hogwarts champions showed up.  Alexa helped Krum into his first task robes and as she slid the robe over his shoulders Alexa was jerked back. She looked over her shoulder in terror as she noticed that Karkaroff had grabbed her hard by the shoulder.

“So this is where my little mouse has been hiding. You have been a very naughty little girl.” Karkaroff growled into Alexa’s ear. Krum not going to allow any more mistreatment of his friend stepped forward and pulled her back. He was about to talk back at the high master when there was blight flash and the sound of a camera going off. Which made them all turn around and notice Hermione had snuck into see Harry and they had been hugging. The flash had been from Rita Skeeter’s camera man taking a picture of the two of them.

“Young Love...” Rita started as she came strutting into the champion’s tent. “How… Stirring.” she continued while in thought then looked at Harry and Hermione. “If everything goes unfortunate, you may even make the front page.” said Rita. Krum pushed passes Karkaroff and gently pulled Alexa along over to to Rita. “You have no business here!” He stated firmly. “This tent is for Champions and friends!” Krum glared at her intimidatingly. Alexa looked up at him and held onto his arm in comfortingly, though she wasn’t sure if it was to comfort herself or him. She looked over Karkaroff who was glaring daggers at her before making his way over to the officials who were slowly making their way into the tent. Rita looked over Krum making note of the slight jealousy in his voice and that Alexa was holding onto his arm. Alexa turned her attention back to Rita and scowled at her. Diggory had also wondered over to see what was going on and looked like he would interject if need be.

“No matter… We got what what we wanted.” Rita said to Krum while her quick quotes quill feather flicked his cheek. She also shot a wink at Alexa. There was one last flash of the camera of the group of them before she and the camera man strutted off out of the tent. It was then when Dumbledore and the other officials and headmasters wondered over. “Good day champions!” Dumbledore greeted the champions. “Gather round please if you will!” he said point to the space around him and so they gathered around him. “You have waited and wondered and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you will fully appreciate...” It was then he noticed that Hermione and Alexa were in the tent. “What are you two, Miss Granger, Miss… Karkaroff doing here?” He asked quickly.

“Oh! Just.. Leaving.” Said Hermione as she ducked out of the tent quickly to get out of the way. Alexa quckily let go of Krum’s arm and went to follow Hermione out. “Me too, sir.” Alexa said quickly making her way out. She was briefly stopped by Karkaroff. “You wait outside that tent girl if you know what’s good for you!” he whispered harshly in her ear as she passed. She went red and the face and clenched her fists in anger and left the tent. Once outside she stood there for a moment she looked around and saw Hermione making her way up into the stands. She  had two choices, to do as she was told or to not do as she was told. She wasn’t. The moment her mind was made up she was running up into the stands, she wanted to get as mixed in with the crowd as possible. She managed to get herself up near twin boys who looked about a year older then her asking people to place bets on the out come. It was when she got up close she realized she recognized them as the boys who tried to get passed the age line with an aging potion.

“Hey! I’d like to take a bet – I’d like to make a bet on the first task ending in a tie.” Alexa said waving over at them getting their attention. The pair had huge grins on their faces. Alexa handed them the gold she was placing down for her bet. “Ooo, what is your guess on the tie going to be?” One asked looking from Alexa to his brother.

“Durmstrang and Hogwarts tied for first in the first task.” Alexa said.

“That is a good wager, but which Hogwarts champion?” replied the other twin. “I’m Fred Weasley and this ugly bloke is George.” Fred introducing himself and his brother to Alexa to which she smiled. “Potter, I’ll bet on the underdog surprising everyone tie for first place with Krum. I’m Alexa... nice to meet you!” Alexa replied. She had decided in that moment that she wasn’t going to mention her last name anymore unless she had to. The twins looked at each other in surprise and smiled.

“Well that’s curious bet.” they twins said in unison closing their bet collection bin.

“Are you sure that’s the bet you want to place?” George asked Alexa. “Are you sure you’re not just going to bet for Krum?” Fred then asked leaning over and placing an arm on George’s shoulder. Alexa smirked and playfully put her hands on her hips.

“Yes.” She said confidently. “I have a knack for these things.” Just then the crowd started cheering after a cannon went off. Alexa turned to look towards the arena and Cedric Diggory could be seen coming out from the champion tent. She then quickly looked over where the staff were coming out of the tent. It was very clear that Karkaroff was not happy that she didn’t wait like she was told to. Alexa ducked down quickly as he turned to look in her direction which didn’t go unnoticed by the twins and without missing a beat helped conceal her from the Durmstrang Highmaster. She looked up at them in genuine appreciation mouthing the words ‘thank you’ and in reply they winked which made her blush. When the coast was clear the twins motioned her up by which point Cedric had been battling the dragon for about 5 minutes. He wasn’t doing too bad, he was holding his own. Some of his ideas to get pass the dragon were pretty good, she acknowledged.

“Someone been a naughty girl?” The twins asked Alexa in unison smiling at her. Alexa gave them a sheepish grin then looked back at Cedric who just got knocked back by the dragon.

“Clever move – pity it didn’t work!” Bagman could be heard commenting.

“You can say that, I’m trying so hard to stay out of trouble, but trouble has its way of getting me in trouble.” Alexa said darkly. “I don’t know what to do, I’m in trouble to matter what. There is always something.” Alexa wrapped her arms around herself while watching the events going on in the area. “We understand you a little on that one, we’re always getting into trouble.” Said Fred. “We must spend more time in detention than not.” Finished George. The twins moved so they were each standing on either side of Alexa. She shot a playful look over at George. “I can sort of see why… Aging potions and gambling…” Alexa said pointing to the collection bin. “Oh, you have seen nothing yet...” said Fred. The twins laughed, Cedric then managed to transfigure a boulder into a Labrador dog which successfully got the attention of the dragon giving him the time he needed to grab the golden egg. Just then the crowed burst into cheers as Cedric got the golden egg from the dragon. After the judges gave their scores he left the enclosure. The judges spoke briefly and then showed their scores which added to 38 points. A few minutes later the cannon blasted again and Fleur Delacour emerged from the tent. Alexa rolled her eyes as she saw that the Beauxbaton’s champion was trembling and clutching her wand. Alexa looked at the twins beside her. “I don’t doubt it, I will certainly need to get to know you two better.” Alexa said laughing a little. The twins playfully jabbed her in the arms with their elbows. They continued to watch as Fleur eventually managed to charm her dragon into a trance. Alexa couldn’t help but laugh when the dragon started to snore and flames came out of the dragon’s mouth setting her robes on fire. She got her golden egg at least. Alexa’s attention got claimed by the Dragon keepers when they showed their scored and missed what she got. Judging by some people’s reactions it wasn’t a high one. Alexa stood straighter up the next champion would either be Krum or Potter coming out of the tent next. There was another cannon blast.

“And here come Mr. Krum.” cried Mr. Bagman as Krum came slouching out. When he was in full view of everyone he put his fist up in the air making everyone cheer harder.  The Chinese Fireball emerged and crouched over her egg staring intensely at Krum. He lifted his wand and shot a spell at the dragon which made the dragon emit a horrible roaring shriek and everyone gasped.

“Oh, wow he actually used it.” Alexa thought out loud. “Kinda feel bad for the Dragon though...” She continued looking at the dragon sympathetically.  The twins looked at her curiously. “Oh, he used the Conjunctivitus Curse. It causes irritation in the target's eyes and causing them to swell shut. It’s very annoying and painful.” The twins made a pained expressions on their faces. “Ouch!” the boys said together, Alexa nodded in agreement. “Very Daring!” Bagman yelled as Krum was maneuvering around the thrashing dragon. The Chinese Fireball blasted fire towards Krum in fury but missed him as he ducked to the side. There was a definite crush as the dragon accidentally crushed a few of her eggs. Krum lunged for the eggs and grabbed the golden one before it also got crushed. “That’s some nerve he’s showing- and – yes, he’s got the egg!” Applause burst from the crowd.  Alexa then took a moment to look around the arena and who was around her. She was mostly surrounded by Hogwarts students and a bunch of Harry’s friends in the row below where she stood with Fred and George. On the opposite side of the circle enclosure she saw the section where the officials and teachers were sitting. She saw Karkaroff who was whispering back and forth in what looked like an augmentative manor with some of the officials. Must be cause they knocked some points from Krum due to the smashed eggs. Alexa thought to herself. If he had noticed her at any point she didn’t know. Everyone drew quiet as Dumbledore and the other officials stood up and relieved their scores it all added up to 40 points. The highest score so far.

“Three of the Champions have now faced their dragons and will now proceed to the next task. Now our fourth and final contestant. Harry Potter” Dumbledore announced as the final canon blast went off. Everyone watched the entrance of the arena intently as Harry made his way out of the tent and into the enclosure, he tried to make a quick grabbed for the egg but the Hungarian Horn-Tail emerged quickly from where it was hiding behind a pile of boulders. It was quick to start thrashing it’s tail at Harry sending dodging it about trying to avoid it. “YOUR WAND HARRY, YOUR WAND!” Alexa heard Hermione shout from the row below hers. “Accio Firebolt” Harry said which wasn’t heard by many by the cheering. It was several intense moments waiting to see if his summoning charm had works as he tried to avoid getting hit by the dragon’s tail and the blasts of fire from the dragon.  The broom flew over and Harry jumped on it flying up into the air. The crowd gasped with shock and fear as the dragon broke free of the chain around it’s neck keeping it in the enclosure.

“Well, I don’t think that was supposed to happen…” George said in surprise, Fred laughed nervously.

“Makes for a better show at least?” Alexa replied a little uneasy as well. They watched as the dragon and Harry flew around in circles around the arena before Harry shot flying in the direction of the officials section. Where the dragon proceeded to smash through it with it’s horned tail making several of the professors jump out of the way and fall over. Several students especially Fred and George burst out laughing at this and she couldn’t help but laugh as well due to the look of terror on Karkaroff’s face.

“Woohoo! Well done Dragon!” The twins cheered. Harry was dodging the dragon and skillfully flying around impressing the officials, he was impressing her. Almost, as good as Krum… Alexa thought. “Great Scott, He can fly! Are you watching this Krum?” Yelled Mr. Bagman. Alexa shot a look in Bagman’s direction not that he could see her. Harry dove down and managed to avoid another blast of fire from the dragon but then got knocked in the shoulder by the dragon’s tail and was nearly knocked off his broom. A few more spectacular maneuvers to confuse the dragon and finally he managed to dive down and grab his golden egg. The crowd burst out cheering the loudest it had yet. “Look at that!” Bagman yelled “Our youngest champion was the quickest to get his egg! That’s going to go in his favor!” Harry left the enclosure as the dragon keepers emerged and subdued the Horntail. She noticed then Hermione and Ron made their way through the stands and back down towards the Champion tent, off to meet up with Harry she assumed. Alexa looked over at the judges expectantly as they announced their score’s on Harry’s performance… 40 points! Alexa gasped and her hands shot up to cover her mouth.

“Bloody Hell!” She yelled behind her hands. Krum and Potter actually tied for first place. Fred and George were in shock as well as none of them really actually think that was going to happen.   “Wow, ‘Lex looks like you take the pot… You were the only one to bet that outcome.” Fred said. George handed her her winnings. Who looked at it shocked it was more than she was expecting, she also had no idea what she was going to do with it as she has never had any gold of her own to spend before. Let alone allowed to go shopping for anything other then her school robes which she needed to be measured for. Her face turned sad one at that thought.

“What do you think you will do with your knew found fortune?” George joked.

“Buy my freedom?” Alexa joked. “I’m probably just going to keep it aside till the need arises for it. I know boring. Haha.” With the task over everyone started to make their way back to the castle for some free time and dinner.  Alexa walked back to the castle with Fred and George who kept pitching fun and silly ideas on what she should spend her winnings on. A few of them she found quite tempting. Every few minutes or so she couldn’t help looking over her shoulder. Afraid of Karkaroff catching up to her. She didn’t like the fact she felts as if someone was watching her. No one was paying any particular attention to her as far as she could tell. She was being paranoid, she kept telling herself. She wouldn’t let herself completely dismiss the feeling, if her life up till this point has taught her, it’s if something feels wrong it, something is usually up. “Well, it was nice to meet you ‘Lex!” George said as they got into the castle Alexa smiled. “Yeah, it was very nice to meet you, we should hang out again. Now though we need to go be sneaky” Fred continued. “Don’t get caught!” Alexa said giggling. The twins feigned innocence. “That would ruin Harry’s surprise party, so that’s can’t happen!” Laughed George. They made a dramatic bow and then headed off towards the kitchens. Alexa then began her own sneaky journey through the castle to her secret room.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went up to the Owlery that evening to update Sirius on what happened during the first task. Harry and Ron managed to make up from their brief falling out over Harry getting picked as a Champion. Harry also filled them in on the conversation that he had with Sirius about Karkaroff.

“Fits, doesn’t it” Ron said. “What Malfoy was saying on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. Bet they were among the masked men at the World Cup burning everything down and tormenting the muggles. I bet Karkaroff feels stupid right now if he was the one who put your name in the cup. I hope the other two tasks are not as dangerous as this first one was.” Ron went on as he tied Harry’s letting to his owl’s leg and sent him on his way through the window. “I reckon you could win this Tournament, I’m serious!” Harry smiled he was happy to have his friend back he missed him. He knew he was saying most of what he was to make him feel better, it was kinda working.

“Though Harry, that brings up another thing.” Hermione started. Harry and Ron turned to look at her. “Alexa Karkaroff, the Durmstrang girl we spoke to a few times. She’s Karkaroff’s niece. We are going to need to be weary of her in case she is in on it. She was with Malfoy alone at The Three Broom sticks as you know Harry. She could be just as bad as him.” she expressed. Harry thought for a moment going through his encounters with her in his mind. “I guess. Sirius was going to look into her cause as far as he knew Karkaroff doesn’t have a niece.” Harry said thinking. Ron gave Harry a weird and Hermione also looked puzzled. “I guess the next thing we do while we wait for Sirius to get back to us is obvious.” Ron expressed. The other two looked at him confused. “Take matters into our own hands?” Ron finished not as confidently as he started. Harry and Hermione laughed. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to see what we can find out on our own. There may be some information from old copies of the daily prophet in the Library. Though we need to make preparing for the second task first priority.” Hermione thought out loud and expressed. “Sounds reasonable to me.” Harry replied. The trio watched as Ron’s owl disappeared into the darkness as it flew away. Ron then suddenly grabbed Harry and Hermione by their arms pulling them towards the door heading back to the castle.

“Come on, Fred and George have probably stolen enough food from the kitchens by now. Time for your First Task after party!” Harry went wide eyed and stopped just outside the door. “Wait, what?!” Harry said in shock. Ron rolled his eye and pulled him to hurry up. “If you didn’t think we weren’t going to celebrate your survival of you near brush with death you are bonkers.” Ron answered Harry rolled his eyes back at Ron. They were most of the way back to the castle when they noticed Karkaroff wandering around looking pretty annoyed.

“Where the bloody hell does that worthless girl keep disappearing to?!” they heard him mutter to himself. He suddenly stopped and started looking around as if he felt them looking at him. They managed to duck behind some bushes. He started rubbing is lower left arm before continuing on into the castle. The trio looked at each other and waited a few minutes then Hermione started off.

“Come on you two, the coast is clear.” Hermione called from a few paces a head of the other two. They  made their way back into the castle without anymore weird encounters and they all agreed that what the saw was indeed strange. Sure enough when they got back to the Gryffindor common room it was decorated and filled with food. Everyone burst out cheering and clapping for Harry as he walked into main area. He couldn’t help but to be touched by everyone’s kindness. He also blushed a bit from the bit of embarrassment of the situation. After filling up on food and joking around about the task did people start demanding Harry open the egg. So he did, a horrible noise emitted from the core of the egg which was painful to the ears.

“Shut it!” Fred bellowed. Harry quickly obliged and shut the egg as fast as he could.

“What the bloody hell was that?” George asked. “Kinda sounded like a banshee, maybe that’s what you face?” “It sounded more like someone being tortured” a white faced Neville expressed. “Maybe you have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!”

“Don’t be a prat, Neville, that’s illegal,” said Fred. “They wouldn’t use it on the Champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy’s singing… maybe you’ve got to attack him while he’s in the shower, Harry.” They all burst out laughing at the thought.

“That task may be a little too deadly for students to contend with.” Harry jokingly replied making the others laugh harder. “We just might fall down dead the moment he starts to sing.” “Oh! Harry, you are never going to guess who ended up winning the all the gold from the bets that were being made on the outcome.” Fred said leaning over to Harry slightly. “It was kinda brilliant, she was the only one to bet you and Krum would tie for first.” Harry stared at the twins in brief disbelief. “You guys were taking bets on the outcome of the task?” Harry asked. “Never mind, who was it?” Harry decided not to be bothered by the twins taking bets as it was something that they would do and if he thought about it, he was okay with that. “A Durmstrang girl, named Alexa.” George answered. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at the twins in disbelief before looking at each other thoughtfully. “That certainly is strange.” replied Harry. They celebrated until quite late before they all slowly began to turn into bed. There were still classes to be held the next day. Harry climbed into bed and he lay there staring at the ceiling. Ron had fallen asleep as fast as his head hit the pillow and was already snoring way. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, he couldn’t keep that girl off his mind. There was something familiar about her but he couldn’t put his finger on why. It bothered him. He wanted to follow the plan to avoid her till he knew more but his curiosity was killing him now. He knew he was going to have to speak to her again sometime soon.

End of Chapter.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story so far, it will get better, I promise. ;)

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Pixels: Untold

This wacky ass thing happened out of something on here someone said about Pixels!Josh (Ludlow) x Dracula Untold!Luke (Vlad), so I wrote the thing! It’s set after the events of Dracula, and during the events of Pixels. 

This seemed like such a crack pairing, but they’re actually kinda cute together guys 😭

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It's been centuries. Vlad Tepes is enjoying a coffee in NYC one day when the entire town falls into anarchy- lucky for him, the most ill-equipped, insecure, and clumsiest man he's ever met is determined to save the day...

Ludlow Lamonsoff may have no luck with Lady Lisa, but if he plays his lives right, he may have a little with this sexy ass vampire who seems to be the one protecting him at the moment.  

Vlad sat on the patio of the coffee shop, sipping the cappuccino he had been enjoying for an hour or so. It was a lovely day, one of the loveliest times of year, Vlad had noted over the centuries. This decade was a particularly nice, albeit busy one, everyone bustling by him on their mobile devices- he owned one just to keep up with the times, but rarely used it at all.

Everything seemed ordinary about this spring day... until he heard a  window crash two streets down, and the sky began to cloud over with strange looking ships.

What in the fresh depths of hell is going on?

Vlad had never seen anything like it.

The vampire just took another sip of his coffee- he'd seen worse in his time, and he'd be damned (again) if he was going to leave this delectable square of cake they called 'banana bread' he had bought. It was a marvelous substitute for human blood, truly, and it made him wonder frequently how he or his people got on without it back in his native time.

Taking another bite and humming to himself thoughtfully, he saw another chunk of the building across the street fall off as a gaggle of pink pixels smashed into it.

Curious. Hopefully no lives were lost... Vlad thought about doing something, but he was hesitant. He had already spent decades building up a respectable persona in this city, he didn't need superhuman speed, morphing into a colony of bats, or fangs to ruin it just yet.

As he was licking the sweet residue of the bread off of his thumb, he heard the sharp sound of footsteps approaching in a run. He calculated they were far away but fast approaching, and prepared himself for an attack.

That's when he heard the loud, high voice running right in front of him.

"Come with me if you want to li- HOLY SHIT, WHAT AN ATTRACTIVE MAN!"

"I beg your pardon?" Vlad asked, eyeing the short man with the ray gun in front of him. He had curly black hair, glasses, and a fuller figure. Narrowing his eyes and inspecting him closer, Vlad raised an eyebrow. He wasn't bad looking, in that dark blue and black jumpsuit... he was intriguing, and his scent was uniquely sweet, something Vlad hadn't come across before.

"No, no, no, let me start that over, I messed it up." The man cleared his throat as Vlad frowned at him, then he lowered his voice a couple of octaves and roughened it up, posing with sucked in cheekbones.

"Come with me if you want to live." After the line, he beamed widely, displaying a row of white teeth with a small, adorable gap in between the two fronts. "Better?"

Vlad considered this, stirring more sugar into his capp. "Significantly."

"I've always wanted to say that. I mean... let's be honest here, you probably won't live if you come with me, but I'd be really happy if you did, 'cause... you're kinda perfect."

Vlad looked back up. "Am I?" he smirked- not smugly, just in amusement.  

"I don't get many run-ins with perfect men." The short man thought for a second. "Y'know what, no, that's a complete fabrication. I do, but it usually involves laughter and/or mocking. On their part."

"Mocking?" Vlad asked, finishing off his coffee with a slow gulp. "Why would anyone mock you? You seem like a..." he searched for words that would suit these times, "Cute, capable fellow."

"You think I'm cute?" the man asked, a huge smile blossoming on his face. Just then, a huge pixilated block dropped right beside them, and Ludlow screamed at the top of his lungs. Vlad raised an eyebrow.

"Cute, yes... possibly less capable than I initially imagined."

"Come on," the man suddenly said, scrambling forward to tug Vlad up, "Capable or not, the city's under attack and Brenner and President Cooper sent me to help civilians."

The vampire rose, if only to appease the man, and followed him inside the cafe.

"Oh. I'm Ludlow," the man grinned, holding out a hand as they hid under a booth, "Ludlow Lamonsoff." Vlad shook it, nodding once politely, but tensed slightly as Ludlow's eyes rolled back and his mouth opened.

"Ohhhh my god, your handshake is so firm," he murmured, biting his lip, and then grimaced. "I'm sorry. I'm not smooth. I may be a good gamer, but don't expect A game from me in that department."

Vlad's interest was piqued again. It was no secret he was a sexual creature, and if Ludlow interpreted their interaction as something more than friendly, then... he wasn't opposed to anything.

"Pleased to know you. I'm Prin- I'm Vlad Tepes."

"Jesus Christ, please tell me you were born with that name. I won't judge you if you changed it, because that's totally something I would do, but dude- that is badass."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, like something out of a game!"

"A game," Vlad deadpanned.

"Yup... Vlad. Huh- wasn't that Dracula's name or something?!"

Vlad opened his mouth slowly, unsure of how to answer that, but thankfully (or not) a huge pixilated block fell behind them, caving the roof in. Ludlow let out a piercing, effeminate scream, and Vlad grabbed his arm, pulling him out from the wreckage and leading him out. They looked up, and dodged just in time another few pixels that ended up crashing and setting aflame the table Vlad had just been occupying.

"Damn mushrooms. They're not supposed to fall..."

Vlad began to get very confused.

"We've gotta go, Drac," Ludlow mumbled, tugging Vlad's sleeve, "Now."

They both ran down 5th avenue, dodging cars that were flying across the street and  more burning pixels dropping from the sky.

"It appears you know a lot more than I do about what's going on!" Vlad called, "Care to enlighten me along the way?"

Ludlow whipped around, expression nervous and eyes wide. "Umm... you're going to think I'm nuts."

"If I told you my entire life story, you would think I was mad as well."

Ludlow seemed to take comfort in this, and after a few seconds of mulling it over, he came out with: "Okay. Aliens kind of found a time capsule we, as a nation, collectively shot out into the sky in the 1980s, and interpreted it as an act of war. Now, they're challenging us to these... games?"

"Aliens," Vlad muttered, running a hand through his shoulder length black locks, "And I thought Turks were bad."

"Turks?" Ludlow frowned, "What the f-" Just then, Vlad grabbed him roughly by the collar, yanking him out of the way of a toppling hot dog cart. Ludlow blinked up into Vlad's eyes, then his gaze flickered down to the red lips that were inches away from his own...

"That wasn't a moment, was it?" he squeaked softly, still far too close to the taller man, "I'm imagining this. It was just you saving me, right? Not a moment..."

"It could... be a moment," Vlad swallowed, eyes never leaving Ludlow's, "If you... wish it to be one."

Ludlow breathed out, hands closing around Vlad's biceps, but they were interrupted by the obnoxious honking of someone's van.

"Hey! Lud! Fuck're you doing to that poor civilian?!"

Ludlow's eyes slid closed, and Vlad looked up to see a man, middle aged, almost past his prime, squeal to a halt in a tech repair car. The man got out, and shook his head.

"Sorry sir. He gets this way sometimes with beautiful people, it's a condition- I've seen him lick arcade screens before, be glad he hasn't gotten that far with you yet. Anyway, jesus, what the hell were you doin', Lud?"

"I was... uh..."

"Saving me," Vlad cut in, shrinking his proud, princely posture just a little for effect, "This man was saving me. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when out of nowhere- aliens! And then Ludlow here came along, and told me to come with him if I wanted to live. Who was I to argue? So I did, and he's saved my life multiple times on the way here."

The guy who pulled up blinked in disbelief, and turned to Ludlow. "That true?"

"Fucking ass, Brenner, of course it's n-"

Just then, a radio crackled inside the van, and Brenner cursed. "There's a situation in Central Park. Keep sharp. Gotta go!"

"Yeah, you... go!" Ludlow called after his friend weakly, then slumped back.

"That wasn't a... fabrication, you understand," Vlad smiled slightly, "You're incredibly brave."

Ludlow deflated, looking genuinely dashed. "Yeah, sure... in the video game universe. I could fight Pacman with a joystick, easy, and my Mario could probably get the Peach... but in real life... I'm just a loser who lives in his grandmother's basement."

Vlad was about to offer him some sort of consolation, but he really had no case to- he was born in a castle.

Ludlow went on ranting. "I mean, that's not even mother's basement level weird- that's like, one generation weirder. And she's always asking me for diet root beer, like I don't have a life or something."

Vlad studied his mannerisms, his nervous ticks, and was surprised to find himself growing fond of this man and his slightly nasally voice. Just as they resumed their intent stare from before, something huge passed over them, and seemed to hurtle down directly toward them. Vlad knew what he had to do.

"Wait!" Ludlow shouted, "Don't do anything to their bodies- it's all in the headshots!" With this, he shot at the creature's head, but Vlad had already transformed- he circled the pixel centipede with his colony of bats, and tore it apart- into six more centipedes.

"Shit on toast," Ludlow muttered, not knowing if he meant the extra centipedes or the fact that the hot guy who saved him that he was crushing on just turned into a bunch of actual bats.

"Ah..." Vlad murmured, once he had morphed back into human form, "I didn't mean to..."

"There's six!" Lud shrieked, "I don't know how to... I c-can't- I'm- when I was a kid, the most I ever took in this game was four, but-"

"Wait," Vlad said, grabbing him by the arms and fixing with a stare. Ludlow tried to ignore the fluorescent red he saw in Vlad's dark eyes- he was imagining this, right? It was just another trick from the aliens, don't fall for it, Lud. "You said you were working for this country's leader- how did this come to be?"

"What?!"

"Why are you working for the president?!"

"I..." Ludlow swallowed, then thought about it. Vlad was right. He was working for the president. And for what reason? "Because I'm a badass," he nodded, locking and loading his gun, "Here comes the Wonder Kid, baby!"

With that, he ran underneath the centipedes, blasting away as purple and green pixels fell around them like dead flies. Vlad helped deflect the debris so that they wouldn't fall on Ludlow, incinerating each piece. Soon, the skies were clear... for now.

"That's what happens when you mess with me and motherfuckin' Batman!" Ludlow shouted at the sky, opening up his arms cockily, "YEAH!!" He sighed, and scratched his head. "Wow. That happened." He suddenly looked over to Vlad, cautiously this time. "Hey. Was that... god, please tell me I imagined that."

Vlad shook his hair off of his face, and exhaled. His chest wasn't rising and falling nearly as much as it should be, and he should have a lot more scratches all over his body after that... "I'm afraid you didn't. I'm..."

"You're legit Dracula?!" Ludlow squeaked, "Fangs and the whole deal?!"

"Well," Vlad murmured, "I'm known to the Elder as Dracula, yes."

"The 'Elder', oooh, sounds like some boss you've gotta beat to move onto the next level."

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Vlad, are you actually... a vampire?" Lud asked hesitantly.  

"Aliens and such falling from the skies and attacking us? I could argue I'm not the strangest thing here," Vlad shrugged, smirking.

Ludlow huffed a laugh. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the US army turns out to be highly trained werewolves." He squinted at Vlad. "You're sensitive to silver?"

"Coming in contact with it is less than pleasant."

"And what about sunlight? It's sunny today."

"I've grown accustomed to it over the years."

"Dude... this is fucking awesome!" Ludlow screamed, and Vlad walked a little closer. They shared a look, and the shorter man began to stumble over his words. "Now I get why you're so handsome... you're other-wordly." He suddenly teared up. "Why is everyone I like either 8-bit or undead?"

"Listen to me- I find you... interesting," Vlad told him, reaching out to fix Ludlow's crooked glasses.

"Seriously?" Ludlow asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"Mmm. You see... there has only been one other person who has intrigued me in this way. We were husband and wife at the beginning of our time, before she..." he looked down, as if centuries did nothing to dull the pain of it, "Slipped through my fingers." Ludlow sniffed, and wiped his eyes at the story. "Over the lifetimes, we've grown apart, and our destinies have aligned separately- I was told it was a possibility. But you," Vlad's eyes narrowed, "You're new. Refreshing."

"Refreshing," Ludlow managed out, voice cracking, "You make me sound like I'm sangria. Human sangria."

"I escaped the... drinking aspect of the curse, if that is what you mean," Vlad smiled assuredly, "I no longer crave blood. I do, however... crave a date with you."

Ludlow blinked, suddenly dumbfounded. "Did I just get hit on... by a sexy vampire? Furthermore, did a sexy vampire just use a cheesy pickup line on me?!"

"It appears one did," Vlad nodded, allowing his fangs to grow a little teasingly as he grinned. Ludlow swooned, then righted himself.

"You're really charming, and this is absolutely crazy. I'm inclined to say yes, but the last time I said yes to a stranger, I accidentally spent $4k on an old Atari console that only ended up playing the Super Mario 3 theme on repeat. There was no off button, Vlad. Made me wanna fucking end it all, until I discovered my grandma's shovel. Buried the bitch, 6 feet under. The console, not my grandmother."

Vlad tried to mask his confusion again with a smile. "W-well, whatever you're comfortable with. I've got nowhere to be for a long while, so I'll always be around."

Just then, Ludlow looked across the street at a couple who were crying and kissing each other in relief, hands all over each other, and his eyes narrowed.

"On second thought? I'm not gonna let this one slip through my fingers." With that, Ludlow stood up on his tippy toes, and brought his lips to Vlad's. The vampire breathed in, filling his lungs with that sweet scent of the man in his arms, and kissed back with a passion he hadn't reciprocated in decades. After a few blissful moments, Ludlow pulled away, grinning and wishing this uniform jumpsuit wasn't so tight on his dick.

"Well... we may have beat this game with barely any XP to spare... but it looks I'm gonna high score tonight!"

Vlad winced. "Never say that again, as long as you live."

"Yeah, sorry."  

You can also find this oneshot on ao3 haha. 

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