#“I'm never gonna fall for this trick again” says man about to fall for this trick again

[jayflying]

And why is Martyn... Like That? (No Stranger Curses AU)

[Part 1] (Part 2: "Spiraling in unreality.") [Part 3]

The first thing Martyn realizes is that he's not dead. This is a horrifying premise, considering the last thing he remembers doing was blowing himself up on purpose.

The second thing he realizes is that he remembers. In the first game, he had remembered nothing. In the second game, he'd remembered the first, but the memories were sparse and hazy. This time, though? He remembers everything.

He remembers how he met with BigB. He remembers how they found the games. He remembers how it felt to wake up without remembering anything at all. He remembers forsaking the morals he had once fought so hard to rebuild, and making an enemy of the friend he had come here to find. He remembers building, and learning, and loving, and lying, and fighting, and dying, and waking back up to do it all over again.

Is he about to do it all over again? Where is he, anyway?

A quick scan of his surroundings informs him, a hill. A closer look clarifies, a hill in the middle of a forest. He finds this significantly less helpful than he was anticipating. A search of his inventory leaves his hands buzzing with magic but doesn't turn up anything useful either.

The communicator strapped to his belt chimes all too cheerfully. Welcome to Double Life, its notification declares, and his heart sinks.

It takes Martyn two minutes to read the rules presented to him in their entirety, twenty seconds to process the implications, and three hours to realize that something about this new game is wrong.

Maybe he's just being paranoid. Maybe it's just his mind playing tricks on him. Maybe his fear has him chasing shadows.

But the afternoon sun has no warmth. Animals behave like they barely notice him. The wind through the trees sounds more like static– in fact, nothing sounds quite right. His surroundings seem to waver whenever he looks away. And when he finally runs into other people, only some of them seem to recognize something is off.

(None of them seem to hear it. The blank lack of recognition in their eyes makes his heartbeat stutter with a sudden panic. He doesn't mention his concerns again.) Either his senses are failing him, he's losing his mind, or not all of this is actually real. Maybe even some combination of all three. He decides on the spot that, as much as the thought of isolation still hurts, still makes a tight knot out of something deep in his chest, he'd rather be having this imminent mental breakdown as far away from other people as possible.

(Something in his mind screams at him desperately, no, no, no, why are you leaving, you'll never see them again– and yet he grits his teeth and keeps moving forward. For all he knows, they could still all be ghosts. He can't bring himself to check.)

Pearl's inability to take a hint is her own damn fault. He remembers now, so why doesn't she? Why doesn't she know him well enough to recognize how his excuses ring hollow? Going to the Nether, in the first week— screw that! What rational reason would he have to actually want that? And yet, even without remembering him, she looks him in the lie and follows him regardless. Well now he has to commit to his own stupidity.

(They talk as they go. She describes the soulbond as a heartbeat in time with her own, a comforting background noise in her head. Martyn doesn't feel it. Which is fine. He doesn't need anyone else in his head.)

…Cleo. His bond is to Cleo. The heartbeat thing really should've been a hint. He presents his efforts to her and is resoundingly rejected. Her words cut straight to the heart, and his face burns. There is so much venom in her words, in her posture… but there's nothing in her eyes. No emotion at all. (Maybe he's just being paranoid.)

The more he looks for it, the more he finds it. While some of them seem to be real, others have that hollow gaze, and with it, other things that aren't quite right. None of those empty stares seem to fear death. None of them seem to remember. Oh, they speak and smile and act well enough, but that's all it is. Acting. He refuses to fall for a trick he's already mastered. He can just keep his distance. He won't fall for this.

Cleo backs down, even if only in secret. She doesn't apologize as much as she traces the outline of an apology and leaves him to read between the lines. He knows for a fact that's the best he would ever get from her, even if any of this was actually real.

He shouldn't care about her approval. It shouldn't bring him as much relief, as much hope, as much happiness as it does. It makes him angry to feel his own heart soar at such a little thing. His pride knows he's better than this! He can't be chasing shadows. He can't be falling for an echo, a specter, a lie.

It takes three months for his patience, his sanity, his willingness to play along with this delusion, to snap. He's not quite sure what does it. Maybe it's the fact Cleo finally apologizes to his face for the way she rejected him. Maybe it's because he knows she would never do that. His chest feels tight with the turmoil of it all. His whole body shudders with every beat of his heart, and for a moment, he wonders if the thing pretending to be Cleo can feel the way he shakes.

Martyn pushes her, and there is no remorse. He watches her fall as he tries something he hasn't attempted since the end of the Southlands. He prays for salvation. To whatever might be listening. To whoever might be there.

(In his defense, he would've tried it earlier if he'd known it was going to work this time.)

[thestrangesthell]

"Let's get married on your favourite holiday."

"Will you marry me on Halloween?"

"That's in two days!"

I re-watched Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (casually, this time) and ended up slowly descending down another theory stairwell.

Rory's pathetic proposal uncovers a previously-unknown (though unsurprising) fact about Lydia:

Halloween is her favourite holiday.

While this detail comes as a shock to absolutely no one, it triggered a brand-new headcanon to emergency land straight into my brain.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice could have been set at literally any time of year. The season has very little impact on the plot (with the exception of adding to the overall atmosphere and aesthetic). The main driving force is a few comedic gags with the Shrink Heads, Trick-or-Treaters and sets up the plot device for Astrid to fall head-first into Jeremy's trap.

Why does that matter?

Well, let's talk "psychic" connections.

Now, whether you believe Betelgeuse truly has a "psychic connection" with Lydia or not, it's fair to say the man is 100% spying on her.

Black and white motifs appear throughout the movie, insinuating a persistent presence of Betelgeuse. The first time we see this is during the Ghost House footage. A painting can be seen on the back wall and, in the night-vision camera, appears to be black and white stripes (or wiggles - if we're going to get really specific).

Again, we see black and white stripes on the man in the audience (whom Lydia "mistakes" for Betelgeuse) and later with the clown costume kid at Astrid's school.

Lydia also outrightly says:

"I feel this [his] presence."

There's not much more I can say here to convince you that Betelgeuse is an omni-present false protagonist.

The long and short of this point is that Betelgeuse is constantly checking up on Lydia. Whether it's to make her see him, sense him, miss him - it's all a part of his plan. The key thing is that he is able to do it.

Now, let's jump back to Rory's shit attempt at a proposal.

In this scene, Rory specifies Halloween is Lydia's favourite holiday. If we consider that fact that Betelgeuse is omni-present, he learns this too (although I'd place a lot of money on the fact he already knew and/or assumed this).

Now, let's jump in the line again, but this time, to the scene where Lydia summons Betelgeuse.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

After confirming that Lydia's daughter "is screwed," Betelgeuse bargains with Lydia for something in return in exchange for his help.

No where in this scene does Betelgeuse suggest or directly insinuate marriage. He simply asks for a way "to get away from her [Delores] permanently."

This could range from any number of things from Lydia's help putting a stop to Delores' plans to an outright exorcism.

It's Lydia who assumes that marriage is what he is after.

But look at him. He isn't going to complain. The man is delighted.

Anyway.

My point is that Betelgeuse must know that Lydia is engaged. Rather than make it awkward for her, he lets her make the call as to whether or not marriage is on the table.

Although I'm sure he also knows she's not exactly enthralled by the prospect of marrying Rory.

Now, let's cut to the wedding itself.

"If I don't do it now, I'm never gonna do it!"

I can't help but wonder, was Lydia talking about marriage in general, her marriage to Rory, or her marriage to Betelgeuse here.

(Side note: I headcanon that Lydia never got married. Not even to Richard. But that's a post for another day...)

After making make Rory make a fool of himself (say that three times fast), Betelgeuse sets the scene. He knows time isn't on their side, (yet still sings 90% of MacArthur Park like a lovesick idiot) and does some very specific things that round off my entire point:

He changes Lydia's original dress to something more of Lydia's taste. We know he was present while Lydia and Rory talked wedding plans in Charle's study, so we can assume he also saw what Rory ordered in from Soho.

He pulls out a lipsynch/floatation number à la Jump In The Line (which Lydia begs the Maitlands to do in the 1988 movie).

He gives her his literal heart.

And (most important to my point), he "crashes" Lydia and Rory's wedding to make sure it still takes place on her favourite holiday.

The wedding in Beetlejuice (1988) is as romantic as it is slow and steadily paced. That is to say, it's a complete shit show.

Betelgeuse is a manic mess of pleaseletmeoutintothelivingworldpleasepleaseplease and rushes everything in order to get his freedom. The idiot even forgets to have a ring at hand...or, ya know...finger.

Another sidenote: While I (personally) DO believe he has some type of strong feeling for Lydia in the first movie, he clearly wants his freedom more than a wife. He's been hurt by love before and literally snorts at the idea that he has to get married in order to get out "for good."

So...why is Halloween so important?

It's a day that's special and meaningful to Lydia.

And Betelgeuse is trying to make the wedding special and meaningful to her.

With a dress she would love, a song, floating in the air with her, calling her "one of the loves of my [his] life", taking it slow, throwing in a cheeky head spin to keep it strange and unusual - doing it all on Halloween.

He pulls out every single stop to make it as perfect as he possibly can.

Plus, if my headcanon that Lydia has never gotten married is true, the least Betelgeuse can do is embarrass Rory even further and make his attempt look even more pathetic.

So...yeah. Halloween was more than just a spooky setting. In my heart, anyway.

Happy Halloween 🎃

[andrevasims]

Here's the text that can appear in pop-ups when a sim watches the weather channel:

— Summer: —————————————————————

• When it's a really hot Summer day, sometimes I think about cold things, and my mind tricks my body into thinking it's cooler than it really is. Except one time I thought about too much ice cream and it made my stomach hurt.

• Sorry, but I can't help you today. I'm out at the pool.

• Why do they call us Meteorologists? I have never predicted a meteor in my whole life! They're scary. If you see one, let me know and I'll tell people. I'm on TV, you know.

• I'm having a bad day. Just go outside if you want to know about the weather. Stop bothering me.

• I've wanted to be a weather man my entire life. Sure other kids thought I was weird playing with my barometer during recess but I knew I was meant to affect people's lives.

• Weather prediction is a serious science. I have a college degree in it. At least I think it was a college. It was all done on the Internet, but I got a shiny certificate in the mail!

— Fall: —————————————————————

• My advice for today? If it rains, wear a jacket.

• I used to like playing in leaf piles. But not as much anymore. They're itchy.

• You know when people say things like "It's raining cats and dogs out there!" Well, that doesn't happen. Trust me. I've checked.

• Oh, what's the big deal? It's hot, it's cold, it's raining, it's snowing. Who cares? It still doesn't change the fact that my job is basically to look out the window. You know how depressing that is?

• I was struck by lightning once. It didn't feel so good. I put a lightning rod on my roof after that and it hasn't happened since.

• I just love playing in a great big pile of leafs. Burning them is fun too. Except when you accidentally set someone on fire. Poor grandma. Her eyebrows never grew back.

— Winter: —————————————————————

• It's Winter. Wear a sweater. Does that help?

• Sorry. Couldn't make it into work today. It's too cold out there!

• When I was a kid, I made up my own superhero. I was "The Boy Weather - Master of the Forecasters!" My mom made me a cape and a mask, and I ran around my house shouting things like "Chance of Showers: 50 percent!". I fought off evil tornadoes and powerful hurricanes with my powers of prediction. I didn't have many friends.

• I had the worst Nightmare last night. I dreamed I was being chased by a penguin and he wanted to hit me with a fish.

• Did you know Penguins can't fly? They also have a natural resistance to polar bear attacks.

• I always wanted a pet penguin but my mother said that I was too young. I asked her again yesterday, but she said that I should let it slide.

— Spring: —————————————————————

• Can you help me out with something I've always wondered about? If you're in the pool, and it starts raining, do you get more wet?

• It's allergy season out there. The pollen count is off the charts! I'm sneezing just thinking about it!

• I have the greatest job in the world. I can be completely wrong nearly all the time and never get fired. When I make a mistake, I can just shake my head and say, "What are ya gonna do? It's the weather!" How sweet is that?

• Don't look to me for all the answers! The knowledge you seek is just a small step out your front door.

• We've been hearing reports of lightning striking tall trees in the neighborhood, so be careful out there!

• Hello. You have reached the Weather Station. We're not in right now, but if you leave a message after the beep…

[starmieknight]

Stars Align

Headhunters Pt. 3

17 Again AU: After a disastrous first day with the twins, Stan swears to do better as an uncle. But fate loves playing tricks on him and the magic 8-ball in the attic is more than it seems.

Now on top of having a pair of twelve year olds around the house while he tries to finish the portal and bring his brother home, Stan has to deal with being back in his seventeen year old body! Summer has never been weirder in Gravity Falls.

AO3 link

Concept Art

Legend of the Gobblewonker (Art)

Prologue, The Legend of the Gobblewonker, Headhunters Pt. 1, Headhunters Pt. 2 (previous)

Wendy and Soos ended up staying over, everyone piled into the twins' room for the night. It felt safer that way, especially since someone had gotten into a locked house and escaped without a trace. It made Stan's nerves feel like they were on fire and he desperately wanted to sneak away to the basement in search of the security tapes, but as far as the kids knew, there were no cameras in the living areas. They had already checked over the gift shop’s security footage and found nothing to help the case, but Dipper was determined to solve it come morning.

The boy in question was passed out atop Stan's chest, snoring softly like a living teddy bear. Soos was sprawled out on the floor between the beds, much like a faithful dog, the air mattress he was using having long deflated. Stan stared at him blankly for a while before tossing a spare blanket his way. It only landed on the young man's shoulders, but Soos immediately latched on and wrapped himself up like a burrito.

In the other bed, Mabel and Wendy were curled around each other. The younger girl had her grappling hook tucked against her chest like a toy. Wendy had her boxed in against the wall, her body twisted to face the doorway and her hand resting on her little axe even in her sleep.

Everyone had unanimously agreed that barricading the door was the best option for the night ― at least until Wax Stan's murderer was caught. 

Still, Stan forced himself to stay awake.

No one would get their hands on these kids as long as he had anything to say about it.

But laying in bed with the human furnace that was his great-nephew was getting too comfortable and damp to bear. Stan was exhausted after his little freak out and both he and Dipper sweated too much to share a bed.

As stealthily as he could ― which he did with a lifetime of practice ― Stan slid Dipper to the side and covered him up before getting out of the bed. He easily stepped around Soos and then froze as he found himself nose-to-blade with Wendy's axe.

The girl in question stared at him for a long moment, her eyes as cold as ice, before the sleep faded from her gaze. Her brows rose minutely before she sheathed her weapon and leaned back. Behind her, Mabel snuggled into the blankets obliviously.

"You're pretty quick with that thing." Stan mumbled, clutching at his racing heart. The poor thing was lucky he was so young again ― he'd been through more excitement in the past week than he had in thirty years. It might not have handled the strain so well if he was still normal.

"Gotta be in my family." Wendy shrugged, not even attempting an apology. She looked pointedly at the circles beneath his eyes. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now? Thought you were gonna pass out when I got here."

Stan grimaced at the reminder, tongue running over his teeth with disgust.

"Yeah, well, I just realized I forgot ta brush before bed." He ran a hand over his lips, brow furrowing. "Normally I just drop my dentures in some mouthwash before bed..."

Wendy made a disgusted face. "Gross, man."

Stan shrugged unashamedly. "I'm old and already had to deal with my teeth fallin' out once. What's the point of brushing them if they're fake?"

Wendy covered her ears and shook her head. "Nope! I don't wanna hear it! C'mon ― you got any extra toothbrushes around here?"

"The upstairs bathroom has a new pack."

He'd bought them for the kids, along with some of those little pipe-cleaner ones for Mabel in particular. The twins' mom had mentioned them and Stan remembered having braces himself. Being able to clean between the metal and his teeth would have been nice back in the 60s. 

Wendy sticks with him while he brushes his newly regained teeth and even bears with it when he sticks his face up to the mirror, marveling over how solid they felt in his mouth and how imperfectly perfect they were. 

Losing his teeth had hit him hard when he wasn't playing it off like it didn't bother him. They were the first thing people noticed when he smiled and, as a businessman, they were important. They were also one of the few things Pa had paid for him to have without too much fuss. He broke his glasses too often as a kid for the man to keep replacing, but Stan had been meticulous when it came to maintaining his teeth. At least until he'd been kicked out. 

Brushing your teeth in the car is kind of awkward and toothpaste wasn't always on hand. Chewing your way out of a trunk didn't do you any favors either. 

"So," Wendy said carefully, treating the word like a loaded gun. "How're you handling being young again? And the whole... wax you getting beheaded and all?"

Stan shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, it's what it is. Nice to be able to move without cracklin' like a log and I get good tips around the Shack. Kinda weird when it's those middle-aged housewives, but I'm older than them anyway."

Wendy shuddered at the memory of Stan flirting with older women. "Don't remind me. They've got some serious creep vibes when they look at you like that, man. I mean, they don't know you're not a kid."

Stan's brow furrowed at that. "When you put it like that... Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've done questionable things for money!"

Wendy didn't look at all reassured. If anything, she looked downright distressed.

"Dude..." she breathed, brow furrowed like she was watching a movie where the dog died or something. "You've really been through some serious shit, haven't you?"

Stan was officially done with this heart-to-heart. It hadn't been too terrible to stomach at first, but now they were venturing into dangerous territory. Stanford Pines wasn't supposed to have spent all the years on the streets that Stan talked about. He was supposed to have been living it up at college, breaking records when it came to graduation and getting grants to fuck off to the woods to study the wildlife.

Stan couldn't even remember setting a foot on a college campus. He'd been too busy running shady business deals and slogging through the jungles of South America. But he couldn't let Wendy know any of that.

Pull one thread and the rest will unravel fast.

"It's all in the past," he said gruffly, missing the extra gravel age put in his voice. He'd sounded the same since puberty, but years of smoking had put a note in his tone that made people less likely to fight him on certain things. Like, a John Wayne effect or something. Sean Connery.

Pines. Stan Pines.

Heh.

"And what if whoever killed Wax Stan was aiming for the real you instead?" Wendy challenged. "We haven't figured out how they got in or if they even left the house... oh shit."

Stan was bolting for the door ahead of her, the cold realization that they'd left the kids and Soos alone and asleep in the attic dawning on them.

They're still asleep, oblivious to the miniature heart attacks he and Wendy had shared over their potential fate. 

Stan can't help but slide down against the door in relief, using himself as a shield against anything that might burst into the room in search of his family. The only way he'd allow anything to happen to them would be over his dead body. And, even then, ghosts were a thing around Gravity Falls. 

Wendy snickers as she sits next to him, only a slight tremble in her hands betraying her nerves. Her fingers are white around the handle of her axe.

Well, even ice melts sometimes.

"I don't think I'll be getting back to sleep tonight." She confesses in a whisper, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "You wanna get back in bed?"

"Comfy enough right here." Stan denies easily. He crosses his arms and tucks his chin against his chest.

Wendy just hums in acknowledgement, kicking her legs out in front of her and mirroring his pose, the two of them like sentinels at the door.

Between the two of them, they'd be fine.

And if anything did happen to take Stan out, it'd have to make it through Wendy next.

It still made his nerves itch, the idea of something happening to that spunky lumberjack-in-training, but she was a lot like him in some ways.

Pig headed determination was just one of them.

They'd be fine for the night. They had to be.

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"I told you having another teenager around was a good idea."

Those are the words that greet Stan as he wakes. 

Soos and the twins are staring at him with disgustingly cheesy looks on their face and Mabel has the widest smile, her camera going a mile a minute.

Stan blinks away the starbursts left by the flashing light as she snaps picture after picture of him and then takes stock of the situation.

Against all odds, he'd fallen asleep. A fairly peaceful, blank sleep that left him a little more clear headed and calm, if a bit sore for spending it on the floor.

The entire right side of his body feels like a furnace and he realizes with a jolt that it's Wendy, slumped against his shoulder and drooling all over his shirt. 

"Ugh," Stan grunts, crinkling his nose and gently pushing her off him. Thankfully, her hatchet slipped onto the floor during the night and someone had the good sense to move it out of the way. No chopped toes for them first thing in the morning.

"Bwah?" Wendy jerks to life, a massive red spot on her cheek from where she'd had it shoved against Stan's shoulder. 

"What were you guys doing on the floor?"

"... nunya." Stan grunted, pushing to his feet. 

"Nunya?" Dipper repeated, already looking like he was regretting the answer.

"Yeah," Stan flicked him on the nose. Gently, but enough to make the boy yelp. "As in, nunya business. And get rid of those pictures ― they'll give me hives if I gotta look at them later."

"No way!" Mabel cried defiantly, clutching the camera to her chest. She looked like a mother with a newborn. Or like Ford with his journal. "These are perfect scrapbook material, Grunkle Stan!"

“Perfect for me to get a rash from!” He rolled his eyes, but made no move to reach for the camera. “Just don't let me catch you showing them to tourists. Again. I'm not a model anymore.”

“You were a model?!”

“Yeesh, forget I said that.” Stan grimaced and bolted for the stairs. “Gotta use the john ― don't wait up!”

“This isn't over!”

“Oh yes it is!”

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After breakfast and multiple dodges about his less than pleasant past in front of the camera lens, the kids bolted to town in search of Wax Stan's murderer.

Good. Those two would be a worse sentence than even the most rabid raccoon Stan could get his hands on. And Mabel had an axe, so they'd be fine.

Stan had other business to attend to.

“Wendy! Give me a hand with this thing!”

The redhead in question eyed the coffin he had obtained (through completely legitimate means, of course…) and raised a brow.

“Don't you think you're taking this whole thing a bit… far?”

Stan let the coffin rest against the Stanleymobile's bumper and turned to frown at her, hands on his hips.

“Whaddya talkin’ about? Wax Stan was a loved member of this family! He deserves a service! Something small, but classy.”

“I'm gonna help,” Wendy sighed as she lifted her end of the coffin. “But only to keep you from crawling in there with this thing. It's just a wax figure, man.”

“Nah,” Stan said quietly. “He was more than that to me.”

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“Kids, Soos, Wendy, lifeless wax figures ― thank you all for coming.” Stan clasped his hands solemnly atop the podium, wondering how on earth he’d found himself back here again. It wasn’t the first time he’d given a eulogy for himself, wearing this same suit and his brother’s name. It was the first time he’d have something to bury though. Besides the rocks gathering moss in the local graveyard. At least there were more than two people in attendance this time. Wendy and the twins looked rather bewildered by the whole thing, but Soos was crying like it really was Stan’s funeral. “Some people might say it’s wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself.”

“They’re wrong!” Soos shouted impassionately, leaping to his feet.

Stan held up his hands to calm him down. 

“Easy, Soos!” he cleared his throat and turned to the coffin. “Wax Stan, I hope you’re ―”

Ford stared back at him accusingly from within the padded interior. 

Lights flashed before his eyes and suddenly he was the one below the ground, freezing and hurt. His brother was floating away from him, illuminated by unnatural light and screaming his name.

“Stanley! Stanley - help me!”

“I, uh-” he stammered, words failing him. He blinked and he was back in the Shack’s parlor. Ford was gone and the headless wax figure in its proper place. “I gotta go―!”

Wendy stood from her pew, only managing to take a half step in his direction before Stan was bolting down the makeshift aisle and out of the Shack.

Moses, he couldn't stay there another minute. Not in his brother's house, not in what was basically the man's grave.

The kids and Soos were shouting for him, tiny figures fading as he put more room between himself and the Shack.

Stan had never gotten a body to bury. Not even his own. Just an empty grave with his name and a brother the world never noticed was missing. The Mystery Shack was no better than a tomb scarred by the name he'd made for Stanford Pines.

Ford should have been remembered for some great scientific feats or discoveries ― not as a conman running a kitschy tourist trap. 

He'd be mortified to find out the legacy Stan had burdened him with. How would he ever recover or regain his place with the scientific types he loved so much?

Stan stumbled over a tree root, nearly landing flat on his face before regaining his balance. He could hear someone calling his name in the distance, but that never boded well for him while he was on the move. He quickened his pace, leaping over a fallen tree trunk in a way he would have never tried as an old man.

How would he ever recover from everything Stan had ever done to him?

How was Stan ever going to get him back?

“Look out, man!”

Stan barely heard Wendy before he was tumbling over the side of a small drop off, rolling through rocks and gravel before landing at the bottom with a yelp.

He wheezed desperately, feeling that fog settle over him again. He couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't breathe! 

Cantbreathecantbreathecantbreathe―

“Stan!” 

Wendy was on him in a second, having slid down the drop-off with ease. With strength that belied her slender frame, the girl hauled him up into a seated position and shoved him forward until his head was between his knees.

Panic flooded him at the manhandling, but Wendy really was stronger than she looked.

“I'm not trying to hurt you, man!” She growled, voice straining as she held him in place. His body felt at odds, jittery with panic while simultaneously going numb. “I'm trying to help you. You gotta breathe or you're gonna pass out!”

“Lugging me around like a sack of flour isn't helping!” He managed to gasp, twisting out her hold like an eel in water. He'd gotten away from nearly every attempt anyone had ever made to hold him down and he wasn't going to let that change that now.

The last time he failed to get away, it had cost him a kidney. He didn't have anything left to take.

Wait, did he have both his kidneys again?

Surprisingly, that was the thought that snapped him out of his panic.

Stan flopped backwards against the grass, lifting a shaking hand to poke at his stomach. It was still soft, baby fat clinging stubbornly to his stomach and hips, and all he could feel beneath his fingers were the outline of his ribs.

Which, come to think of it, didn't feel funny anymore like they did after that time he broke some of them in Memphis. Ugh. Tennessee. They'd had good moonshine there, at least. And Dolly Parton ― whadda fox.

“Can you feel your kidneys?” He asked suddenly, staring at the sky. It was a lot later than he'd realized. Just how long had he spent putting together that funeral? Was this daylight savings or something like that?

The grass was wet with dew and he could swear the night was getting brighter.

How long had he been running?

How long had Wendy been chasing him ― and just what did Dan Corduroy feed His family to make them so… Corduroyish.

Wendy looked at Stan like he'd grown another head.

“Did you have a stroke or something?” Her brow furrowed. “Do you think you hurt your kidneys or something when you fell? I mean, I know you're really old, but I thought you had your teen body.”

“Yeah, that's why I'm asking if you can feel them. I had one cut out in a motel in Texas.”

“... what the fuck, man.”

“Language!” Stan barked sharply, turning his head just enough to glare at her. The girl was pale, eyes wide and glassy, and maybe telling her he was a victim of organ trafficking was a bad idea…

She was only like, sixteen, right?

“Stan… just what is your life?”

He turned back to the stars. They were beginning to fade as the sky turned to shades of pink and yellow.

“It's a regular horror story, kid.” He sighed. “Sorry to drop that on you like that.”

“‘s fine.” Wendy shrugged, scooting over to lay beside him. They stared at the coming dawn and avoided looking at each other. “Guess I didn't realize how rough you had it. Dad said you've been running the Shack for longer than I've been alive. Kinda thought you’d always been here.”

“Yeah, well, those first few years on my own weren't the best.” Stan raised his hand enough to flap it dismissively. “Didn't really have a place until I came here and made one. Everything before that doesn't really matter in the long run.”

“Does the model thing come into that somewhere?”

Stan grimaced at the reminder of his slipup and contemplated it for a moment.

“It was… I got strapped for cash and had to come up with something to keep from starving. This face ain't the prettiest, but people don't always care about that when it comes to certain forms of… entertainment. Which is why I want Mabel to forget I ever said anything.”

He didn’t like talking about this with the kid, but it was better to warn her off now than for her to go snooping. Who knew what you could find on the internet these days?

Wendy shuddered. “That's something I can help with. We'll find her some new boy to fall in love with and she'll forget all about it.”

Stan snorted. “Yeah, she is pretty boy crazy right now. I'm glad she's getting it out of her system now. I went through mine kinda late ― dated this biker called Jimmy Snakes until I realized I was better off without him.”

Wendy sat up to stare at him. “You know, your life story gets weirder and weirder every time you open your mouth like this. You never said this much about yourself when you were old.”

Stan sat up too, feeling his stomach begin an acrobatics show. 

She wasn't wrong.

Stan had managed to keep his life under wraps for nearly thirty years. He was guilty of occasionally dropping a fact about his drifter years from time to time, but he'd never actually come out and admitted them to someone in conversation like this.

That led to questions with answers he couldn't give.

“What's happening to me?” He mumbled, looking down at his hands, calloused with years of boxing and not with the hard labor that came with living on the streets. They didn’t feel like his own anymore.

“... I dunno,” Wendy said quietly, standing and offering him a hand up. “But we'll make sure you come out of this okay, man.”

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They returned to find a few shingles knocked loose and the parlor in disarray. 

“I decapitated Larry King.” Dipper said matter of factly, his flat delivery causing Stan to crack up into laughter.

“You kids and your imaginations!” He snorted, eyeballing the wax puddles on the floor. Living wax figures, huh. Explains why they creeped him out so much. 

Which made Wax Stan a bit creepier in theory. He'd have to keep an eye on that one. He’d keep it, of course. The guy was too handsome to throw out.

“You done good, kids!” Stan grinned, pulling the twins close. “Now line up for some affectionate noogieing.”

They shrieked and laughed, but couldn't get away from him. 

It was nice, being able to hold his family close for once and laugh at the local cops for spitting coffee on each other. 

It made him wish this summer never had to end. It made him hopeful About all of them coming out of his plans okay in the end.

Even Ford.

[odditycircus-2002]

Medusa!Reader Intro Banter

In my last post, you may have expected to have read some intro dialogue for the banter. Initially, I was gonna put a few characters for the intro, but then as I was thinking of the dialogue in my head, it expanded to more than just a few characters. And why deny me of that sort of fun? That's why the intro dialogue gets its own post! So for context, the reader is a Medusa-like creature, able to turn other beings into stone, and is married to Shang Tsung. If you'd like to read more about them for context, you can go ahead and check out these head cannons below.

TW: Suggestive and mentions of death and gore. If you're a fan of MK, you know what you're getting into.

First

Second

Third

Bonus

Yourself (Mirror Match)

Y/N 1: Am I correct to presume that Shang Tsung made you?

Y/N 2: How do I know that YOU'RE not the construct?

Y/N 1: We and Shang Tsung are going to need talk after this.

/

Y/N 1: Are you of my past or future?

Y/N 2: I've come to warn you to take out both Quan Chi and Shao Khan.

Y/N 1: Say no more.

/

Y/N 1: I was unaware you're still alive after all these years, sister.

Y/N 2: From what I've heard, you were the one behind my "illness".

Y/N 1: It was nothing against you. I had to test whether my medicine worked on humans somehow.

/

Shang Tsung (Your Hubby💕)

Shang: This takes me back...

Y/N teasingly: Why so sentimental?

Shang: We had a similar confrontation before making love under the moonlight.

/

Shang: Did you mourn for me, my sweet?

Y/N seriously: It took every ounce of my will not to completely spiral into madness when Shao Khan took you away from me.

Shang taken aback: I am... so sorry to have caused such pain.

/

Shang: Are you so surprised, princess?

Kitana: I find it impossible to believe you found someone like Y/N rather than clone her.

Shang: There's no use in replicating anyone like my wife.

/

Sonya: Is your wife aware of how much you've been chasing my damn tail?

Shang: She knows I'm having fun before I collect you for her garden.

Sonya: No way in fucking hell, Shang Tsung!

/

Y/N: I'm not usually the vengeful type of woman, as I find such reasons to be not worthy of my time.

Shao Khan: Is there a point to your insistent prattling, wench?

Y/N angered with all her snakes hissing: You are the exception and more than worthy of my fury.

Mileena

Mileena: You helped Shang Tsung create me?

Y/N fondly: I remember the day you opened your beautiful eyes.

Mileena trepidatious: Do you think the same with the rest of me?

/

Y/N: We shared the same pain of grief.

Mileena: yet YOUR lover came back, MINE didn't!

Y/N: I could help remedy that... for a price.

/

Mileena: Do you really believe I'm a fine Khanum?

Y/N: Better than your father, although you could do with a healthy amount of grace during your rule.

Mileena: *gives a growl in irritation* Like my sister?

Sindel

Sindel angrily: Never again will I be your or anyone's puppet.

Y/N: Aw, such a shame; you were and are my favorite puppet.

Sindel: You will be executed for the good of all the realms.

/

Sindel: Once upon a time, I thought that, like me, you were forced into a marriage by a cruel man.

Y/N: And now, your Highness?

Sindel: Now I know you and Shang Tsung are equals in evil.

/

Sindel with her voice trembling in rage: You killed Sheeva!

Y/N with a tranquil grin: Technically, you did so with your hands, not me.

Sindel: I will repent for her by wiping that smug grin off you before you can even blink!

Baraka

Y/N: So beautiful and fascinating...

Baraka squints his eyes in suspicion: What is your trick this time, Snake?

Y/N: No trick, just admiring a fine specimen.

/

Baraka: If you are so "fond" of Mileena and Tarkatans, where were you when Kotal wiped us out?

Y/N: In hiding lest I had the same fate fall upon me.

Baraka: Spineless coward!

/

Y/N: I would like to observe some of your rituals for research purposes.

Baraka: Only if you can beat me mercilessly in Kombat!

Y/N with a wide grin: It should be no trouble at all, then.

D'Vorah

Y/N: Such a fascinatingly resilient species.

D'Vorah: Appreciating how This One's the epitome of the ultimate species?

Y/N: Indeed. The perfect test subjects for my experiments.

/

D'Vorah: This One must ask if your snakes are all part of you?

Y/N: My "hair" and I all share one mind if you're dying to know.

D'Vorah: Even so, the Hive outnumbers you by many.

/

D'Vorah: You say This One reminds you fondly of your youth?

Y/N: I remember coming across insects resembling you while watching them feast upon the deceased fauna, as a little girl.

D'Vorah: Then may it comfort you in your last moments while This One uses you to feed The Hive.

Kollector

Y/N: You have the most beautiful eyes.

Kollector: Flattery or not, these eyes will never be for sale.

Y/N with a wicked grin: I never intended to buy, Kollector.

/

Kollector: Shao Khan demands your head.

Y/N: I will not give that brainless brute even a single scale from it.

Kollector: The choice is not for you to make, milady.

/

Y/N: I will not give Shao Khan, not even a single root from my cabinet.

Kollector: I must collect ALL that the Empire requires.

Y/N: Then I'll take four of your arms as compensation.

Kano

Kano: Well, color me gobsmacked, and I thought I had some out there tastes.

Y/N: Shang has far more manners and dignity than you ever will; you waste of air!

Kano: It doesn't make him less of a freak for marrying a literal snake lady.

/

Y/N: I require your services.

Kano: I don't DO that sort of thing, well, unless I've had enough grog.

Y/N irritated: I meant for you to steal from the Khan's gardens for its rare herbs.

/

Kano: Oi! I thought you were supposed to take care of your hubby's island.

Y/N: It was too empty for my liking after my love's passing and his followers requested the most potent poisons I had in storage.

Kano: Eh. Thanks to you, its treasures were free for the taking.

/

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Y/N: Once, I was desired and sought after by all the men in my village and beyond for my beauty.

Hanzo: It is only fitting then that your outward appearance reflects your wretchedness.

Y/N: You can thank the Elder Gods for that.

/

Hanzo: I should have never come to you for your help.

Y/N: We both wanted Quan Chi's head, no matter the price.

Hanzo: The consequences afterward were far worse than I could have ever imagined.

/

Y/N: You cannot achieve your goal by yourself, and where did that bring you? Right back to me.

Hanzo, desperate: Please, Y/N, my clan has fallen ill with a long-extinct illness that only you can cure.

Y/N: I am sure you already know what sort of boon I will ask of you?

A/N: Don't forget to like this post, share, and repost! 😁😁😁😁😁Stay Weird, my fellow humans.

Playlist while Writing this:

"The Scorpion and the Frog" featuring Marc Senter,Jessica Lowndes, and Terrance Zdunich

"Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tail" featuring Emilie Autumn

"Babooshka" by Kate Bush

"Zydrate Anatomy" by Terrance Zdunich

"I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters

"Such Horrible Things" by Creature Feature

"Bad Blood" by Creature Feature

"Here There be Witches" by Creature Feature

"Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez

"Tag You're It" by Melanie Martinez

"Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez

(for more like this)

Part II

[alex-rambles]

Can you make a oneshot of yandere Bill x Reader and he overhears the reader saying something to Dipper like “I wonder what it feels like to be possessed.” And Bill, wanting to impress them or whatever decides to possess y/n’s body without their permission and once he does, he can’t understand why the reader gets frightened and upset about it when he thought he was doing them a favor and making them happy by satisfying their curiosities. Also can you add Bill admiring and praising the reader’s body and appearance as well when he possesses it? (Not in a nsfw way. Like he’s in awe that he’s in our body and tries to be careful not to cause harm to something he loves and admires despite him being a sadomasochist and willing to do whatever it takes to make us love him back.)

Ngl tho, thinking about this is pretty sad because I bet if Bill ever truly did fall in love with someone, especially a human, he wouldn’t know how to show that love or affection at least in a healthy and non traumatic way. And even when he has genuinely good(ish) intentions, he would be absolutely dumbfounded when the reader ends up not wanting to ever see him again when he gives them what he thought was the best display of his affection and love for them. I can imagine him giving the reader something messed up as a gift and although he doesn’t show it, he’s secretly excited to see our positive reaction by his very thoughtful gift but when the reader starts to cry and not out of happiness he’s just like “…what the helllllll” he might even think we’re the weird one. 😔

AAHH, THIS WAS ROTTING IN MY INBOX BECAUSE I DIDN'T SEE IT I'M SO SORRY-

He had to trick you for access to your body, of course. Simple enough. What annoyed him was the feeling of guilt while he lied to you by ommission.

But it'll be worth it, after all, he's fulfilling your "wish," after all!

"Man, sunspot, two eyes never fails to confuse me, y'know that?" he laughs, feeling up everywhere he can. "Not used to it, after all!"

You float there, in a stunned silence. What just happened? Seriously, what just happened?

"Hey, toots, ya take really good care of your teeth, did you know that? Loads of people I've done this to have the most rotten teeth, and- hey, why the long face?"

You stare in shock. "My body- you-you-"

"What about it? You'll get it back! I just happened to hear you telling that Pinetree kid you wondered how this felt, and hey, I'm a nice guy, so I had to help you out!"

Of course he had to help you. Only you though. No one else would get this as a privilege, only when he needs a temporary puppet.

They'd also have a few random scars by the end of it too. Not you, though. He can't bring himself to hurt your perfect, fragile little human body.

"Pinetree? You mean Dipper?" you ask.

"Ahaha, is that his name? Silly me!"

Bill goes back to admiring your body. "Your skin is nice! It's not perfectly smooth, but the only humans with "perfectly smooth" skin are mysteriously only seen on the internet!"

Many oddly placed compliments later, Bill begins to get confused by your obvious fear. You should be enjoying this. Why aren't you?

"Hey, if you're gonna act like your puppy died, at least explain yourself!"

Unfortunately for him, now you're just pissed. "Get out of my body, now."

"Whaddaya mean? You wanted this!"

"No I didn't! It was a hypothetical thing!"

"Well, now it isn't! C'mon, where's my 'thank you'?"

"GET OUT AND NEVER, EVER SHOW UP IN MY DREAMS, OR MY BODY AGAIN!"

He flinches. You screamed at him.

His mind thinks he should be angry, but somehow, he just feels sad.

"Alright then, sunspot. My bad."

A few seconds pass, and you find yourself back in your entirety unharmed body.

Underwhelming, but so comforting.

Bill just stares intently, trying to figure out what he did wrong.

[tengenscvmbvdd1]

what the hell are we.

sukana x black reader pt2

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Last thing he said to me was i gotta earn his heart. That's sum bullshit. I dont even care no more, Dick wasnt even that good. He fucked me and left me, like some whore, I can'g believe that shit. But it's been 3 months already. I decided to date a man by the name of Muja Akutski. He's my everything for real, buh he be playing with my feelings and ofc niggas ain' shit gurl so i shit you not, Dick ain' good at 'll. I can't stand that shit.

" Yo, y/n, bring yo ass up in here." He called out from the living room, my living room btw. " Whats up baby?" He stared at me for too long, and i could tell he's pissed off, and i was confused of why, as usual. " Why u ain' clean tha kitchen." I was quick " Cause i ain mess it up muja, the fuc', Don't bring yo goofy ass ova here, of u gon fuck my house up, u gotta clean shit up." Slap!!

i looked up teary eyed, As usual, i get hit by him, But i cant leave him, i leave imma want sukana dick again, i can't get ova it, as much as i want to. But back to the problem.

" Muja what the fuck? ." He looked at me crazy, " Crazy ass bitch ain' gon b talkin crazy to me when i fuck yo pussy righ." I rolled my eyes and replied quickier than a rat eating a crumb " Yo dick lame anyways boy, Get the fuck out my house muja."

" No bitch." i know how to get his ass though y'all. " I'm calling Yujji and gojo if you dont get out." He had a bit of fear in him but then he's seen as bold for a minute, " Call them bitchass niggas ova y/n, I dont give a fuck."

i pull out my phone nd dial they number. Burrrrr......burrrr, Burrrrr..."uh hello"

" toru' , this nigga keep hitting me and calling me names, please come over and beat his ass toru". he looked upset in the phone but he rains hell on me the next minute, " y/n, i'm sorry, me and yujji are on a mission, and i'm showing him stuff out here in yokohama, Call ryomen."

thats no.

" Its fine toru, i'll hand-." Yujji pops up and he says " Y/n if u dont call ryomen i will, I'm not letting this gremlin touch u nm! Call him y/n."

" Muja leave.". I already know what he's gonna say. " Why should i leave im not scared of a punk ass nigga, Bring ryomen, Such an ugly ass name, Tell him i whoop yo ass."

burrrr....burrrr.....burrrrr.....

" wsp mamas?"

i hate when he does that. " Sukana, can u come to my dorm." i turn away from muja and cover my mouth to the phone, " I am being hit by muja again-." Muja starts breaking stuff in my room and house in general. " Yeah im on the way."

Muja finally decided to throw a vase ag my head, " ja, Stop this shit please, sukana gonna handle yo shit, Act like u have sense or you gon die, Stop breaking my shit!!!!!!!! I work hard for all of this." he goes breserk, " What to fuck gojo for the fucking money to but u all of this? Ur a dirty ass hoe, U bitch, U AINT NUN BUT I USED UP SEX TOY TO ME ANYWAYS, I AINT NEVER SEEN SOMEONE SO EASY-."

we hear a laugh from the front door and see sukana already invited himself in " your sex toy is funny. i suggest u leave right now.".

Muja raises his hand to me, " U fucking bit-." i hear a slice. and i see muja head fall to the ground. but he still capable of breathing and talking. " U wanna talk about sex toy and shit, I rmb last time y/n called me a lil boy, well u have one right here mamas..". " lets give him sum rq."

We were already in my room, when ryo start touchin on me, " Sukana stop ! You left me last time and now u wanna put ur dick inside of me again? Nigga your crazy as fuck, Get out.!"

" Mama i aint leave u."

"thats exactly what u did."

" lemme make it up.".

In no time, Im faced down, Ass up, In front of the living room mirror with sukana fucking my brains out again. " 'kuna...mghn, can't take more, sensitive.". "nu uh baby, we gotta let this broke trick see how good i can fuck you, show u how yo real man fuck u other than a little side shit.".

His head infact is set up prettily on the nightstand next to the couch, stilk alive watching this unfold with tape on his mouth. Im clenching around his dick, about to cum, but i know better, he tells me when to cum, i dont call the shots.

" dont know why u left this bitch in my pussy anyway y/n, yk i'm the only to hit this shi, so i need you to count after each lash upon ur ass mama, and count."

SLAP !

" ah ryo."

"count"

"Mghn ahh! one."

As he keep putting lashes across my ass while fucking me senselessly, my pussy is clencing around him so good, i start feeling him tighten up and his rhythm gets sloppy.

" kuna can i cum."

" nu uh, come ride this dick for me baby."

he slides out and sits on the couch, sukana puts his hands on my waist and turns me around, I have my knees on the couch, and i'm still facing the mirror, as i lower myself down, my pussy is still senstive, so i try not to sit completely but sukana pulls me down. " baby, dont fuck with me, dont run from the dick baby, sit the fuck on the dick and take it, U took fuck bitches dick well, whats wrong with mines, bouce on this shit."

i start crying for real now, i feel everything.

" s'kuna please, Please i cant, 's too much."

" u can baby, ur strong, strong enough to shut up, and fucking bounce."

as im bouncing, moaning and crying and whining. I feel it, fucking.

" kuna kuna kunakunakunakuna AH MNGH AH OMG."

squirt all over his dick, the mosy lewd noises start, when i go back to boucing, sobs, moans. i hear sukana groan in my ear, and he praises me, he pulls me back while i ride, pinching my tities while fingering my clit, he keeps fucking my pussy.

" f-fuck, y/n, g'na make u a mama, tired of playin'"

muja starts losing his shit but sukana didnt care, He nutted in me, still going.

" gonna look so pretty with my baby y/n."

muja lifeless head now rolls, and stops in front.

" are u staying this time kuna."

" yeah, i'll stay with u."

[stxar-pvnk]

I wanna make a fic about runaway Sam who runs away when he's 9/10 because John hits him and the only place he thinks to stay at is bobbys.

They've only met twice and it was brisk and short. Nothing nice. Sam didn't even know if the guy would open the door for him!

But still, he hitchhikes his way to bobbys house exhaustedly making his way to the front door and knocking.

Out comes bobby with a scruffy lookin' beard and a used, weared cap, looking down at a bruised and near dead on his feet kid.

Bobby grabs him by his shirt dragging him in

"Im-im sorry uncle bobby- I just-I didn't have anywhere to go and dad got bad again, but he got bad again to me-" bobby cut the boys rambling off.

He had though that this had been a bad hunt gone wrong but..

"Your daddy did this to you?" Looking at the purple bruise on the boy cheek

Sam looked away horrifyingly embarrassed. Ofcourse bobby wouldn't believe him. John was his friend.

But Sam nodded anyway his lips pulled back in a grimace

"Son of a BITCH! I'm gonna kill that bastard." The older man scowled his knuckles going white from how tight he was holding himself.

"You.. believe me." His voice came out as a whisper

"Course I do. C'mon kid, you look like you could use a nap."

For the next few years (11 to be exact)

Bobby taught Sam everything he knew. Archery, researching, demons,vampires, wearwolves, how to fight (with more parental concern for its use and not just to hunt.)

When Sam had asked when he was 12 to go on a hunt bobby said no.

2 years later anexhausted bobby complied with his wishes and went on their first hunt.

Bobby couldn't be prouder when Sam comes up to him, barely a scratch on him

"See! I-i listened to that trick you taught me and-and I sweeped his leg, dad that was amazing!" Sam beamed like an excited animal

They both stilled in the car

"..oh." Sam looked out the window exceptionally embarrassed by his words.

Bobby was a gruff, not all talk about his feelings guy.

So when he said

"..you can call me that, boy if you wanna."

They left it at that..

Sam was enrolled into school taking the name Samuel singer.

He felt...nice about that.

But not all things worked out how we wanna.

And proof of that was the impala rocking up out of the blue in years on Bobby's property.

Sam was sixteen now, working on a car bobby had just newly gifted him for his birthday when he heard the car pull up.

"Sorry guys-we don't do walk ins her-" Sam stood in his tracks.

There stood a 20 year old concerned dean and a half guilty half relieved John.

Sam knew what his first instinct was

"daAAAD!" he yelled running into the house to grab his shotgun, bobby thinking the exact same thing.

Bobby walked out cocking his shotgun and aiming it at john's head

"What are you doing here." Bobby demanded.

"I want my son back, bobby. Now."

"Your son?"

"Yeah. My son." John sneered

"I'm his daddy. I cook him food for school. I have him *in* school. Couldn't say the same for you. Sam's good here. Actually no. Sam's great here. Cause hes my kid. Because he's *Samuel singer*, bastard." Bobby growled

Sam walked out and dean finally got a good look at the once scrawny boy.

Samuel had grown muscle, was probably just under 6ft and had grown out his hair funnily enough. If this was a lighter circumstance dean would punch his little brothers arm, ruffle his hair and tell him what an idiot he was.

But..it wasn't.

Sam was looking around with suspicious eyes, his body stuff and his arms crossed over his chest.

6 years it had taken. 6 years it had taken to find this kid. And he was right here with bobby. John had refuse to look here, after the last time he had seen bobby they had an falling out, presuming he would never help the winchester family again. He was indescribably wrong. He willed down the feeling of betrayal as he stared at the kid with a kind of shock in his eyes.

The kid called bobby dad now, went to school, had friends, had a social life.

"Sammy-" John turned over to see his son and Sam didn't even flinch his eyes just narrowed

"Sam." He corrected

Dean stepped up showing his hands in surrender as bobby Highers his gun properly

"Hey-hey look. Sam. Dad messed up. We get it i-c'mon kid. We want to take you back home you know? You've—you got you driving licence buddy? I heard about that, you wanna drive the impala the way there?" Dean was pleading, his knees about to buckle, if Sam wanted him to beg he was ready to put his pride aside.

"Dean.."

"Sammy please."

"No. I can't. Me and dad-"

"Bobby." Dean harshly snapped

"Dad." Sam snarled.

Johns jaw clenched and Sam's did too

"Your only so forgiving because he never hit you dean." Sams lip quivered as he fought back angry vicious tears.

John took a step and bobby aimed the gun it hitting johns forehead.

"You touch my kid and it's gonna be the last thing you do, John winchester. And I don't neccisarily want to be lighting a corpse on fire when me and Sam are going for a late birthday dinner." Bobby glared.

I will be writing this ff, 1st chapter will be coming out soon (today or tomorrow.)

[iwantanywayyy]

dad and i are sitting on the couch together watching tv. it's Friday night so neither of us should be worried about getting up early tomorrow. i honestly always feel on edge when i have to stay at dad's for the weekends. he watches me do things i know dads shouldnt but he says it's because he loves me and wants to make sure im healthy and safe.

as we're watching the movie he keeps hinting i should go to bed because it's late. every time he talks he presses his toes up against me...i shudder every time and cant help clinging onto the side of the couch. i swear sometimes i see him smirk. he seems annoyed every time i tell him i want to stay up and shakes his foot against my pajama shorts before slightly relieving pressure.

after the fourth time hinting he got up and started muttering to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

i quickly shoved my hands under my panties and checked and oh gosh im so wet why am i wet?! im scared because i know dad does bad things but i can never remember anything i feel crazy and if im wet does that mean i like it? does he know i like it? i hear his footsteps coming back and i quickly squirm back into the position i was in before he left trying to make my face cool down.

he has a cup of water in each hand and i smile in appreciation as he gives me one. taking a few sips i go to put it down but dad tells me to keep drinking because it will make me go to bed quicker. he says he's tired and will do the same but he cant sleep until i do so he counts us down and we both finish our waters before he puts his arm around me and lets me cuddle against him. honestly it made me kind of uncomfortable but dad is so big and he was so warm and made me feel safe at the same time.

as the movie goes on i feel my eyes starting to get hazy. i didnt think the water trick was gonna work that quickly (i didnt think it would work at all honestly but dad's old and maybe it works for him) i mutter out to him im sleepy and try to stand up to bring myself to my bedroom but in my efforts dad firmly grabs my thigh and plops me back down next to him. i dont know why but this made me giggly  so i tried standing up again just so he'd do it and i stumbled back on the couch letting myself fall all the way back.

my eyes were closed for i dont know how long and i felt so sleepy but dad woke me up when i felt his teeth biting into my neck making my eyes flutter open and i couldnt help but cry out i didnt know what was happening i looked down and my tits were pulled out of my top and dad has two fingers trying to shove their way into my little pussy as i squirm against him starting to cry pleading with him over and over to stop but he just hushes me and grabs my neck pulling me up with one hand and pushing me flat against the couch as he strips my pajama shorts off my flailing legs as he tried to force them apart but i fight against him which i shouldn't have because he took his second hand and brought it up to my neck choking me so hard i thought i was going to die!

when he let go i gasped for air and laid there as he easily picked up my legs and placed himself between them. i started crying when i looked down and saw his face pressed against my pussy and felt his tongue drilling my little hole.

"mmmmm little girl stop crying this little pussy is so wet for your daddy isnt it? ive tasted this cute little cunt before you know that sweetheart?"

he shoved a finger inside me making me cry out and beg him to stop i couldnt think at all i felt so weak what was he doing and why didnt i want him to actually stop?!

"you've got no fight left babygirl? you want daddy to breed that tight little teen pussy?"

i laid on the couch exposed and dripping, crying, feeling defeated as my dad pushed my thighs against my chest and lined his big cock against his daughters pussy that he just ran his tongue all over like an animal not caring what im feeling just taking what he wants.

"I'm a filthy fucking man baby im gonna rape my seed into your little teen cunt do you know what that means sweetie?"

i stopped writing there dangit i wanted to know what happened next :/

[agirlwithachakram]

locking in Reyes' romance is objectively ridiculous

the flirts are fun and cute, and he obviously really fancies Ryder, like genuinely believes in them as a leader and a capable problem-solver without idolizing them in a dehumanizing way. and he's hella charming, and it's easy for Ryder to fall for him and to be impressed with the work he's done in the quagmire that is Kadara, plus his respect for the Angara, that Sloane does not share.

But then we get to High Noon. absolutely bizarre quest. Sloane's like "i can't trust anyone but you, Ryder" and you can't say "why would you trust me, I've literally been undermining you the entire time, I'm hooking up with, if not your top rival (although! possibly?), then at least a major agent of theirs, we stole your booze like yesterday, I think you're a shit ruler, you are dumb as hell to bring me as your second to a duel."

at this point it is more than plausible for Ryder to have at the very least wondered if Reyes IS the Charlatan, though they do express surprise when he reveals himself. Then again, the line delivery is ambiguous enough that you could say Ryder is just announcing it to Sloane.

and then your boyfriend is like "let's draw!" and Sloane says "okay!" which is! so stupid! ma'am he lured you here to die! why would you trust him!?! and me? HIS LOVER? we have been spotted sucking face in your storage room quite recently!! girl WALK OUT. Blow this joint!

and then SAM's like "she's gonna die"

So you have seconds to choose between letting your boyfriend pull a dirty murder or letting this terrible leader keep going.

Ryder, who does NOT have a renegade route, who can be cold at times but for the most part doesn't really have "win at any cost" options, who is relatively young, who never faced the reapers, has to stand there and watch as Reyes has Sloane murdered, after Sloane said she was relying on Ryder to prevent any such tricks.

And then you get two options. Reyes says "I liked the way you looked at me. I didn't want that to change."

You can say "You're not the man I thought you were," which elicits the heart-shattering response, "I wanted to be." this ends the romance.

Or you can say, "Nothing's changed," which is really fucking improbable, and in response he shoves you into the wall and kissy kissy

Neither of those strike me as particularly plausible! MAYBE the first one, it's not how I'd do it but fine, the response is cute and sad. but the second one is ridiculous. Ryder is getting their hands dirty, yeah, making some harsh choices, but that one is such a shitty thing to pull on your sweetheart, that no, you can't say nothing's changed! Something's changed!

It would make a lot more sense to say, "congratu-fuckin-lations, you get kadara. can I have my outpost?"

"Are we going to talk about thi--"

"Not right now we're not, liar. I can't deal with you right now. you got what you wanted. I'll...come see you when I'm ready. IF I'm ready."

and then you can come talk things out later, you can even do it after a major mission like Hunting the Archon or something. TELL him it sucked to have that thrown on you, but you do understand that survival here is messier than you might've hoped, stuff like that.

plus it's juicier that way because you can continue the romance AND get his sad little :( i want to be good enough for youuuu Ryder *sniffle* and that's delicious.

[umi-adxhira]

hi this is my first ask :D what about an mc who's also cursed 0-0?

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐌𝐂 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I know that Jude can make people fall asleep when he taps their forehead, and Ellis can like move stuff idk... so, for MC, you can bend the elements like my boy Aang from Avatar, but when you use it, it comes at the expense of your own consciousness, making you faint or just drained

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

Woah, you're cool. He never really expected a simple writer to have control of something so powerful, but he was pleasantly surprised

He often asks you if you did something cool with those powers of yours, like a cool trick like bending water into a cool shape or something

He enjoys listening to you talk about whatever you discovered with your curse, he finds it calming that you don't see your curse as a curse but rather as a superpower

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Was literally like: "oh wow you're cool, I like you 😏"

Wants to see you reach your limit, he wants to see your full potential until you drop dead, let's see if you overpower him (you do slay bestie)

I feel like he’s the type of person to see worth (in the Crown) based on how useful/powerful your curse is

Is happy to carry you back if you're spent from using your curse too much

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Gets worried for you whenever you use it. It could literally be making a soft breeze if it's too hot and bro will be on your ass

He doesn't want you to use it too much if it's gonna hurt you, so you have to calm him down and explain that you wouldn't do anything if it hurt you

Loves to hear you rant about your curse like William, he finds it so cool, he wishes he had something cool like that

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

Bro's gonna start making you commit crimes

If he finds something he likes, he'll probsbly ask you to use your wind breathing (slay Shinazugawa) to help him take the little trinket without paying

That man is in crippling debt it's not even funny anymore. At one point you stop... but he acts like a grumpy kitten

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

Interesting... muahahahhahaa

Uses you (if you wish so) in his schemes, mostly in pranks

He didn't realising it was taking a toll on your body until you fainted on the streets. He felt partially guilty, but then again you didn't tell him, so this was also on you I guess

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

Will force you not to use it. No need to get your pretty hands dirty, he'll take care of all the dirty work

If you didn't have the side-effect, he wouldn't really mind if you use your curse (just not in front of people), but you do, so he cares

Will allow you to rest on his shoulder if you're tired... but next time he'll punish you

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

This man could not give less of a shit

Only until he sees what you can do he's like "wtf they can do that??"

You probably fainted on him one time, so he huffed and carried you back to the manor and let you sleep on his bed until you wake up

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

He always has a cup of water on his bedside. Whenever you can't sleep, he asks you to bend the water and make it swirl above your hand, making a ring. He holds you close and lulls you to sleep by kissing your face lightly (I would know I'm his wife)

When you're knocked unconscious, the water splatters down on your hand and possibly his lap, so he takes a flannel and wipes it until its dry

Also likes listen to you talk about your curse, it makes him happy :)

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Doesn't really care. Will probably only mention it if you use it in front of him, maybe he'll ask a few questions if he's curious

Don't really know what else to say... maybe he'll ask you to wet his hair if he's too lazy to take a shower?

©️umi-adxhira [09/07/2023]

[mxtxfanatic]

As I'm reading and re-reading through your post, it just hit me that a lot of people have this idea that YZY and JFM were engaged for a long time. I've read many fics and some meta that try to excuse YZY a bit because they accuse JFM of cheating on her essentially. That he confessed to WWX's mom while they were engaged and already set to marry, uncaring of her feelings. When, in reality, he didn't say yes to the match until after WWX parents got married. I'm not sure if there were ever genuine feelings on YZY's side of things but the fact that she's that pressed over him liking other people before they were involved is pathetic and weird honestly.

On another note, what would happen if a sect heir was discovered to not actually be the leader's son? Specifically in C-novels, are there any common actions taken?

Yeah I already covered all that here. Idk why people invented some spurned lover backstory for them except because the donghua (and cql, maybe?) kept tryna make her seem unsympathetic by playing sad music around her. Like bro, I see her whipping a child, I promise you I do not care if her husband really cheated on her, a child abuser, or not. On the other hand, the idea that Jiang Fengmian "cheated" on her because he liked another woman (false) who went on to marry someone else at a time when he, himself, was not engaged is the type of possessive you'd see on a "signs your partner may be abusive" chart.

As for the second part, in a cnovel that includes a conflict where the heir is not actually the leader's biological son, either they are keeping that shit real hush hush (because the leader doesn't care, cares more about not being labeled with a green hat more than he does about revealing he's been tricked, or just really needs that "son" as an heir for whatever reason) and killing/imprisoning/divorcing his wife or, uhhhh, they're definitely killing mom and child. In a novel with this type of plotline happening amongst people of similar status and wealth as their mdzs counterpart? The man is definitely disappearing his wife and "son." His wife is gonna fall "mysteriously ill" so as to need to go to the countryside "for recovery," and his "son" is gonna have a convenient accident far away from home while the rest of the clan and probably the officials look the other way. But if this was just mdzs, I think Jiang Fengmian would just quietly divorce Madam Yu with an explanation to her family and an agreement that they both be quiet and Madam Yu never be allowed out of her natal clan again, and the kids still get to keep their "legitimate child" statuses, likely without ever being told the truth about their mother. If this was mdzs but written as a dogblood, the kids would definitely be told by the elders that they are not Jiang children, and if Jiang Fengmian fights for them to stay in the clan, he definitely could not fight for their right to inherit or else risk being outsed by another branch with accusations that he is trying to give up the Jiang Clan to the Yu Clan by allowing Yu children to inherit.

[lazodiac]

It's time once again to ramble incoherently about magic cards. Lets try and divine where each of the cards of Outlaws of Thunder Junction are from, why don't we!

You can find the first two parts here and here! And today we're covering...

BLACK

Starting us off with a native to Thunder Junction. God this critter is spooky looking. Love it though!

Aaah, the Hellspurs. I'll get more into them once we meet our first creature Hellspur, but for now just accept that this magmatic thread of doom is native to Thunder Junction.

Another native creature of Thunder Junction! Vultures are important and regal birds and shouldn't be so villainized, I think... but I can't deny they do sometimes look this nasty.

While we've seen a number of vampires in magic practice ye ol' Sanguimancy, the plane most often shown to do this (and the plane most likely to pop their collars THIS ridiculously) is Innistrad.

As mentioned with ghosts in the Blue cards, dead and revived means you're bound to the plane- zombies are native to Thunder Junction, regardless of where they're from previously.

Sweet lord kill it with fire! This abomination is from Thunder Junction and if it's not I never wanna see where it's from. Snorses are wonderful an idea but god they look comfortable.

Gonna say something controversial about this one- the way the lady is posing, her culty robe, and the predominance of ash in her fire, makes me think this is a deep-cut to Azgol, last seen in MOM. It's got similar vibes to various Hellspur aesthetic stuff, but the woman is clearly just too alive to be one of them- more on that later.

Okay this is probably the best place to bring this up. Hellspurs! One of the criminal factions of Thunder Junction. Lawbreakers, murderers, and thieves to a man. Each follows the brutal scorpion-dragon outlaw Akul, and almost every single one of them is mutated beyond all belief by the Chaotic Thunder of the plane.

As a result, much like with zombies and ghosts, these guys have fully stripped away all of their previous life in exchange for lava hands and shit. So, there's gonna be a lot of folk who are native to Thunder Junction purely by this metric, and it'll skew things a little. This is why I'm counting the numbers by colour, since the Hellspurs are predominantly red and black.

A natural (and very spooky!) magical mirage of death. I love this art.

See? This is what happens when you don't "lower" yourself to feeding on animals. You end up shoving your stupid ass face into a cactus. This is a Ravnican vampire, since we've seen before they're often stupid enough to pull this exact trick.

*Dry bones falling apart noises* Tinybones' funny trick and/or prank! This is from Dominaria since that wonderful friend is from Dominaria too.

Raised on the plane, native to the plane. This skeleton owns by the way, this is a good ass skeleton.

Gisa Cecani is, much like her brother, one of my favorite characters in Magic. She's Innistradi born and raised, and seems to fit in like a glove on this plane.

Really unsettling art on this one! Ghost, so native to Thunder Junction... though we can actually, likely, identify the body here; four arms suggests a Mirran Vedalkan. Neat!

Our first actual look at the main antagonist of the set (for as much as that means in a villain focused set). Akul, the Scorpion Dragon of Gastal- a fact revealed right before I started doing this!

Kaervek! The Merciless! The Conqueror! The "too big a deal to be dealing with this shit", imo. Everyone's upset at Marchesa being here but Kaervek is the one that bugs me the most- this man is a country-conqueror, not a petty crook!... but, it's fine, because it's clear in the story Kaervek is insulted Oko's recruited him for such trivialities.

Anyway, he's from Zhalfir. I hope he gets to kill Oko.

Swing your partner round and round, rip their corpus from the ground! Gisa doing a barn-raising in the most literal sense, a uniquely Innistradi way of waking up the dead, with a Thunder Junction flavor.

A hellspur bursting his way out of a shallow grave- oak box included. Funny, and native to the plane.

No real way of figuring out where this guy is from or his gaseous death-cloud... so I'll say Eldraine, based purely on the fact that it's the plane most likely to have such a simple burst of "sleeping" poison.

An easy one! He may be a rat man but he's called out as a Nezumi and that's a Kamigawan thing.

There are a couple places this delightful fellow could be from... but given the pickpocketting and the general demeanor, he's from New Capenna.

Azul, laying a horrific waste to his "friends" to benefit. The scorpion claws being a vent for his breath weapon is exceptional a design, incidentally.

A ridiculous piece of art for many reasons, this one is native to Thunder Junction purely by the fact that this is where the gang was born.

The reason why this is ridiculous is because every single height here is wrong. Vraska is taller than basically everyone to the left of her. Oko is using magic to make himself look taller that's literally canon so that's fine, but Kellan? Annie? One's a baby (described as small for his age) and one's a grandma. Tinybones is also probably far too big. The only person here who is the right height is Rakdos, whose height is "whatever height he wishes to be he can change shape depending on how excited he is". Wild shit.

The only plane with actual snakes-for-hair gorgons is Theros, and even then only half of the time. So this lady is from there. Fitting too, apothecaries making booze and poison is within Pharika's perview absolutely.

As fun as it would be to say this is a raven from Dominaria, implying the presence of Omenpaths are allowing the (currently suppressed and trying to fight his way out of Lili) Raven Man is doing some work, naw. This is just a normal raven.

An all-natural undead member of the Hellspurs, double erasing his identity. God dangit.

This being an ASSASSIN vampire suggests New Capenna. It's kind of their jam, you know?

Gisa showing she is more impulsive than a monkey-goblin obsessed with explosives is why this story spotlight (that isn't given a story spotlight tag) is happening. Innistradi magic running wild and giving us a real Train to Busan energy.

A later card explains that the demons that are natural to the plane grant gifts like this, so this scorpions and their soon to be scorpionman friend are native to the plane.

Fun fact; scorpions do just glow like this. Bio Luminescence is fun!

Jana has the exact same vibe (and the same demon-snake familiar) as Elnor from Yuma's story, so I'm calling it for New Capenna here. Also, funny flavor text AND reminder text. Fantastic work.

And that's it for part 1. Tune in momentarily for part 2 of Black!

[rentalboos]

Loml - A breakdown (while I try not to break down because this song is so fucking sad)

Since Swifties continue to be blind to the truth, here's an entire lyrical breakdown for why Loml is about Matty Healy (whether I like it or not - And I do not)

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway We embroidered the memories Of the time I was away Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"

-> Taylor and Matty had a bit of a will they, won't they situation since they first met in 2014 (when Taylor was 24 - "We were just kids, babe").

I said, "I don't mind, it takes time" I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

-> "I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed" Throughout the entire album, we get the idea that Joe was her safe option, while Matty was the wild one. Fresh out the Slammer and Guilty as Sin in particular refer to how Joe started to bore her and feel like a prison, while Matty brought fresh wind and passion into her life.

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time You low-down boy, you stand up guy Holy Ghost, you told me I'm The love of your life

I'm sorry, but "you low-down boy" being a reference to London Boy is a reach, when she has explicit songs about London on the album, she's clearly not trying to code anything. Low-down simply means "mean and unfair", it goes along with her calling him a conman later on. She's saying he tricked her with false promises. Matty knew all the things she wanted from Joe but wouldn't get (mainly promises of marriage, kids, etc) and used that knowledge.

"Low-down boy" vs "stand-up guy" is a play on words - he was a low-down boy but he presented himself to her as a stand up guy.

In fact, refers to Matty coming back and telling her he'd changed a couple times, most significantly in this very song, and then again and again referenced to him "needing the drugs more" - So he hadn't changed or put her first at all.

You said I'm the love of your life About a million times

-> This goes hand in hand with what I said above - he made her false promises and then dropped her.

Who's gonna tell me the truth When you blew in with the winds of fate And told me I reformed you

-> Exactly this - Matty told her he'd grow up for her (like she had wanted in "Peter") but it didn't turn out to be true at all. He wasn't "reformed", he still abandoned her at the first sight of trouble, after insisting again and again that she "needed a brave man" (and then proceeded to play him)". She refers to his broken promises all over the album, you guys. When your impressionist paintings of Heaven Turned out to be fakes Well, you took me to hell, too And all at once, the ink bleeds A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme But I felt a hole like this Never before, and ever since

-> "A get love quick scheme".

I don't know how many of you have come out of a seven year long relationship lately, but I can only imagine how scary it was for the woman who literally wrote The Prophecy. Like she said in So Long, London, it must've felt like she wasted her youth on someone who she was never going to end up with. Matty sweeping in at the exact time, promising her security and a love to fall back to, someone who wanted her forever, must've felt like a cheat to her, like using motherlode in Sims, y'know? A get love quick scheme. But he was a conman, he didn't mean it, he ghosted her (as we know from Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.)

Note that she also explicitly says "All at once" - It was a sudden ending, not the long-drawn out goodbye she had with Joe.

If you know it in one glimpse It's legendary What we thought was for all time Was momentary

-> A seven year long relationship isn't "momentary" in any sense of the word or metaphor, by the way

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried

-> This clearly refers to the fact that they were never quite over each other. Peter references this - So does Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus. She waited for him for years and years, changed herself, waited for him to change, waited for the right timing, etc. Never quite buried.

You cinephile in black and white All those plot twists and dynamite Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry You said I'm the love of your life

-> More than one person can be a cinephile. As far as I know, Black & White aesthetic is a big 1975 thing. She references his suit in The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived. I believe the reason she brings it up again and again, is because he uses it for his show - it's a costume. He was playing dress up for her, pretending to be reformed. It's the conman thread coming back.

"Plot twists and dynamites" refer back to him being the "wild" choice over Joe being the safe one.

I've also seen Joe truthers say the "Mr. Steal your girl" line is about Tom, but if you listen to Guilty as Sin, you'll realize he's not the only one who stole the girl. (It's not an active act of the man "stealing" her anyway, as Taylor very much has her own agency. It's an Ivy situation. His ivy grew all over her stone house with Joe - and yes, I'm sorry, I fear Ivy is about Matty Healy too. It's bascially Guilty as Sin in less horny.)

You shit talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all

-> Again, I see people repeatedly point these out to be clearly about Joe, when - no. If anything, we have sufficient proof that Joe avoided these topics like the pest ("I wouldn't marry me either" </3). Matty was the one who put her "ring on the finger people put wedding rings on" (and that's the closest she's come-), he's the one who made all the promises Joe wouldn't make and then broke them all within a month's time. Which leads us to the rest of this devastating bridge!

Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed? Cause something counterfeit's dead It was legendary It was momentary It was unnecessary Should've let it stay buried

-> It's interesting because she brings up watching the phantoms of her and Matty a couple times, actually. In Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, she talks about watching his "Hologram", but she also says "can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses".

So yeah, obviously, this is about all his false promises finally coming to fruition. She's left with nothing but Phantoms and fake portraits of heaven. He left her. It was a momentary thing that felt too legendary to just forget it. She wishes she had left it stayed buried and never found out (You could even say... regretting him was like wishing she never found out that love could be that strong...)

Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies "I'll never leave" ... "Never mind"

-> "What a valiant roar / The coward claimed he was a lion" So people aren't going to like this, but this directly references The Black Dog.

"You said I needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him, until I believed it too // Tail between your legs, you're leaving."

(yes, this song is also about Matty, yes, I'm probably going to break that one down too, because Swifties are even more infuriatingly determined not to see it when it's even MORE obivous).

It could not be made more clear from these lyrics - The person in both songs LEFT HER. If you listen to So long, London, How did it end and You're losing me, you'll find that SHE left Joe. Moreso, their relationship ending was a brutally slow, painful death, while this is a sudden abandoning (Or "desertion" as she so beautifully put it) that she's describing in virtually every song about Matty. Down Bad, The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived, My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, TTPD, Fortnight, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson's match your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life

-> He's the arsonist. She's saying it very clearly. He burned all their mutual dreams down ("The magic/tragic fabric of our dreaming").

And for all the people who don't understand why she'd attribute the "loss of her life" to Matty instead of Joe: Not only did she wait for this man her whole life, and in the back of her mind always thought she'd one day fall back with him, he also played a large part in her feeling trapped by her relationship with Joe and feeling safe enough to leave it. She jumped right from that relationship to Matty, then lost both in the span of a month. That's a gigantic loss for her.

She lost the Peter to her Wendy (We know, by now, that Cardigan wasn't all that fictional, right?) and the man she decided to settle for instead ("Better safe than starry-eyed"). She lost all the promises he made her of everything she ever wanted. She lost all the prospects for her future that she thought she had with Joe, then thought she had with Matty, in the blink of an eye. He gave her hope than took it away.

With that context, relisten to The Prophecy. It's so fucking heartbreaking. (Thank fuck for Travis man). I genuinely, truly, think that Taylor did a very intentional, meaningful thing, where the only songs *directly* about and at Joe are So Long, London and How Did It End (aka both track 5 songs).

[mrs-toohot]

This week's episodes: Live react

Candace is taking my man on a date? I'm gonna have thoughts.

(Also my MC's name is Sophie)

Firstly, he'd better say no.

Okay, so he can't say no. Fuck.

Awww 'the look on his face turns from shock to reassurance when he notices your expression'

"You know you have nothing to worry about, right? You and I are solid." aw omg stop??? so cute

"I'd never break your heart, Sophie, you know that, right?"

Oh we're getting three stress tests

"What if Wesley is already making out with Candace?" Nora STFU you bitch lol. If we were friends that would be funny, but we're not so shut your slut whore bitch mouth.

How insecure do you have to be to press the button because you found out that she's 22 and American? Like wtf? Yeah cool she's a model, but Jesus Christ, do you really think your man is going to fall over himself that easily? HE'S ON TV! HE'S BEING JUDGED FOR HIS ACTIONS!

'No, I trust Wesley' is obviously my choice.

"There's nothing hotter than a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go for it."

Yeah, cool, but this is just telling me that she wants him. Again, I am not phased.

Again, trusting Wesley. This is easy af

'Candace is perfection incarnate' Yeah but she's also got pink hair and my man's a CEO like fr he wants a WOMAN not a GIRL.

Okay as predicted, Candace is Cassia's ex (Lucky Candace... damn...)

'If she sees even a small opening with Wesley, she'll jump on the opportunity'.

Um yeah but she's not gonna.

God, this would be so much harder on a loyal Ryder route. I'd be genuinely shaking in my uggs rn.

Yay, I passed the easiest test in the world

Seriously you would have to be insanely jealous to fail this, the fuck???

Oh sweet we get $10k!!!

Ancient Greece Party!!! Writers should've made it a Roman Empire party just to keep it current and up to date

Amari - I've always wanted to dress like a goddess Antoine - You don't do that already? Could've fooled me.

EXCUSE! ME! SIR! YOU'D BETTER HAVE THOSE LINES ON MY ALTERNATE ROUTE!

Why is Wesley literally in underwear tho

NO HE DID NOT JUST GREET ME LIKE THAT

"Sophie! There's my girlfriend!"

"I'm not interested in pursuing a taken person".... Why does this fill me with dread. What is she going to do? Is she gonna try and break us up and THEN pounce on him?

Cute toga, omg that one hairstyle (you know which one) it is CUTE

"His jaw goes slack as he takes you in" dear god who is writing these LIs and can you please take over LITG

OH HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT FJDKHGSBF

HE'S GOT A LITTLE LIGHTNING BOLT EARRING GUYS LOOK AT HIM

You suddenly feel shy under his smouldering gaze. (Oooof)

'I can't remember if I've ever mentioned, but my parents own a hotel nearby'

Yes babe you did but please take me aside and tell me exactly what you're planning on doing to me once we get there.

I am teetering on the edge of BFFs with Cassia, and then I'm hoping I can jump her bones. She's so hot I stg

Amari's outfit is so boring

NORA'S OUTFIT IS SO CUTE

Elena's outfit is so mid

ANTOINE'S GOT WINGS bhfkdsfasdhvdbs HAHAHAHHAHAHAH he's so fucking extra I can't

SLAY NAOMI I LOVE YOUR BUTTERFLIES

ONCE AGAIN ZAYN'S OUTFIT IS TOO MUCH he's got a lion head as a dick cover wtf hfkdbsahs

Excuse me while i thirst over cassia deeply

Blah blah blah playing beer pong with Wesley

WYM YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE NAOMI

WHY YOU BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH HER

THIS IS MAKING ME MORE JEALOUS THAN THAT DATE EVER DID

bdhsfksdahfsd me distracting him though ahehehehehehhe

"That was a dirty trick, love."

Yeah, I know, that's why I did it. Now do it back.

OH ANTOINE'S TELLING AMARI HE LOVES HER aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww

Since when are they that serious the fuck

"Should I say something to Amari?" About Antoine being noncommittal? When he's been all in for me since day one in my other playthrough? Nah babe, I'm good. I believe it.

Aww Wes brought me brekkie. OJ.

AWWW HE WANTS TO LEARN TO COOK FOR ME BECAUSE HE'S SHIT AT IT of course he is, he's never had time to cook because he's been too busy working.

WESLEY SLEEPS NAKED WESLEY SLEEPS NAKED OH MY GOODNESS HE'S GOING TO MAKE ME BREAKFAST WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON

Oh Lana's got snitching to do sigh.

WHAT THE FASHIONNOVA IS ZAYN WEARING HSKADFHBSDA

Oh Zayn and Nora in the suite?? I see I see.

okay i forgot to write during the workshop because Wesley

Literally stop Antoine and Amari are wearing matching outfits CEASE

Okay wait...

I decided to stay out of it, and Zayn and Nora got back. Lana annoucned they broke the rules, and then the game glitched back to my conversation with Amari about Antoine in the bathroom???

URGH i had to restart the episode.

skipping skipping skipping

Even though I'm replaying this i still forgot to take screenshots of the workshop. But trust me Wesley's dialogue is REALLY CUTE

muaahahhaha the benefit of getting a glitch is that now I know NOT TO TRUST ZAYN AND NORA

ha 'IMMEDIATELY WESLEY IS ON YOUR SIDE'

They learned from last season where people got SO MAD at Liam & Henri hahahahah

AW IS RYDER GOING!?!?!?

UM UM UM WHAT THEFUCK IS WESLEY GOING ON ABOUT? "What if Sophie walks away once I tell her?!"

BABE TELL ME WHAT!??!?!?

SOMEONE GET A BETTER SCREENSHOT THAN THIS PLEASE HUFDSHKAVFSBJASD I NEED A NEW SCREENSAVER

[sketchehm]

Omg I saw your master post, and it's beautiful. I didn't even realize you answered my red like roses ask from a bit ago. While I have opinions on rwby and rvb, I've loved the music sooooo much. Jeff Williams is an amazing musician, and he's always made boys. I think of a couple of songs from volumes 1-3 for the baby au, but I'll do that later if I feel like it. (I also made a rwby and rvb au so long ago with dsmp members, but that was long ago lol)

I'll definitely need to make a fun thing about shadoune and sapnap making traps together in the baby au. Sapnap would be the small baby devil on shadoune's shoulder. It wouldn't be killing anyone cause they don't got infinite souls, and baby sapnap has a little heart under there. I think they would just have honey at the bottom and people would get stuck for a bit, and shadoune letting out his deviousness with baby sapnap is funny to me. He tells sapnap not to do anything on his own to make sure that sapnap doesn't get hurt or waste a bunch of resources.

Sapnap then gets other mafia members to help him with these pranks, and there's a prank war in the midst of dedsafio. Truly, sapnap is a bad influence, but a very cute one, so he gets away with it lmao

Please do share songs (if ya wanna!!)

Man I think I got up to season 7 with rvb I can't even remember, but I loved both series (at least the beginnings/up to what I watched(I did hear rwby didn't have the best plot line at some points but I never got that far))

I can accredit those two shows being one of the reasons I pursued 3D in the first place :D!

Back to Baby Sapnap

It's just him on Shadoune's shoulders and screaming "FIESTA FIESTA" over and over again about the dumb dirt pit fall trap they created pfft. Nothing even remotely creative, the most simple thing Shadoune could've thought of that Sapnap could make (it hurts no one except maybe sylvee since she is also tiny and can't float instantaneously, she's gotta concentrate for that still me thinks cause she still a baby)

Like I'm imagining this thing barely like 5 blocks deep, enough to inconvenience someone cause they gotta build up/dig their way up. Just the *SMACK* "UGH." sounds that Baby Sapnap hears from people falling in makes him go hysterical. He's a truly the most devious there. He could probably defeat Reviil with his trap, he will tell Eon about it his next trip to the mountain yes yes.

Though babies get this thing where if someone gets really hurt/show sad emotion, they feel really empathetic and start feeling sad and start crying too...so Sapnap getting to trick Sylvee in one and she starts crying cause that Really hurt :'(((

Shadoune patching her up and Sapnap is standing there crying next to Sylvee saying he's sorry. Sylvee has already stopped crying by that point but Sapnap is so devastated, he just feels guilt and anxiety a lot he's just a baby orz Sylvee calls him dumb and says not to do it again >:'(

Sapnap will say okay.....

Anyways he begs Shadoune for more "Fiesta" the next day pft (they lure in Daarick since he was gonna reprimand them for getting Sylvee hurt yesterday.....Shadoune running away with sapnap after he falls in lmao)