#(sorry for the info dump it was for me to not forget)

[thatonechocogirl]

i think the most bittersweet thing about kenai and kodas relationship is that they both lost someone they loved so much but then they both became that exact person the other lost. like

kenai lost his brother = koda became his little brother

koda lost his mother = kenai became his parental figure (like sitka)

they lost someone they loved dearly, then gained someone that they absolutely love dearly

[lines-and-lies]

Canta !

[heart-eyes-motheracker]

Sera did a brief Instagram Live today, it was so nice to see her!

[tinyluvs]

imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily!! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

[aealzx]

(This one is pretty long info dumping. Warning: mention of mild gore)

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Prologue

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With the state of the one named Danny, the safehouse Barbara directed the group to was one that was a little more well stocked than the others. It was only because of Jazz that they were able to reach it, being the one to accept all of them being blindfolded after Jason had suggested they could hold each other’s hands the whole time and let the rest of his team put the blindfolds on. It made walking a little awkward with Jazz firmly hanging onto her unconscious brother’s hand, but it was an annoyance Jason was willing to accept for the comfort it gave them. It was only when they were in a room without windows that they took the blindfolds off, and pulled chairs over for the kids to sit on.

“Don’t touch me,” Sam hissed when Cass took her arm to start cleaning a cut she had, snatching her limb back and glaring.

“If it gets infected and you get sick then you’ll have one more of your team in need of care. That seems detrimental to your state of affairs,” Damian commented after catching sight of Cass’ sad expression.

“Robin,” Tim hissed, not wanting to stress this group of teenagers out more than they already were.

“He’s not wrong,” Jason interjected, keeping a hold of Danny not only because there was only one table open that he’d directed Stephanie to set Danielle on, but also because he knew the others would behave better with their seriously injured friend in obvious custody. “You guys should take care of yourselves too, otherwise no one will be left to look out for him.”

It was effective. Sam flinched before lowering her head and hunching her shoulders like a scolded puppy, then offered her arm back to Cass.

“Dude,” Tucker protested weakly, but didn’t say anything else and aso looked to Tim to accept his own check up. He had to wait for Tim to stop facepalming first though, a heaved sign from him before he decided not to further comment on his two brothers’ unnecessarily blunt comments.

“Are you feeling a little better sweetie? Sorry we roughed you up so much, but you were quite the fighter and it was hard to deal with you,” Stephanie decided to also ignore her brothers, resting Danielle on the table while Dick was clearing the other.

At first Danielle was about to be snarky about whose fault it was that she wasn’t feeling okay, but Stephanie’s expert inclusion about her fighting ability effectively changed her thought process. “Heheeh. And don’t you forget it,” Danielle chimed with a proud giggle. “I’m feeling much better now. Thanks for carrying me all the way.”

“No problem! Thanks for listening to your sister and not fighting us again,” Stephanie returned. “Jazz said you’re different from the others. Do you need anything? It doesn’t look like you’re injured anymore.”

“I heal fast, so I’m okay. But do you have any food? We haven’t really gotten much lately,” Danielle asked shamelessly. She didn’t need any bandaids or antiseptic like the others, but fights had still taken a lot of energy on top of being short supply of food for the past few months. If they were willing to finally give her a good meal then she was going to take advantage of it.

“Sure thing,” Stephanie giggled, appreciating the honesty. “I’ll be right back,” she bid, leaving Danielle on the table and heading to another room where they kept food supplies.

Letting Stephanie pass by them, Jason shifted towards the remaining table where Dick was finishing clearing the surface of spare parts and supplies. “Get two blankets, he’s cold as ice,” Jason directed Dick, the concern in his voice being the only hit to his hidden expression.

“...Still breathing?” Dick asked after obediently pulling a thick blanket from a nearby cupboard and spreading it on the table first. They were both keeping their voices on the quieter side, letting Stephanie and Tim take care of keeping the other three occupied. Jazz was the only one staying near them, having not let go of Danny’s hand just yet.

“Yeah, it’s weak though,” Jason confirmed, carefully setting Danny down and helping Dick spread the second blanket over him. “How long has he been like this?”

That question was directed to Jazz, who pursed her lips both in reluctance to answer and to fight back more tears. “Since we got here. He collapsed and hasn’t woken up since,” she admitted, almost a whisper.

“What?” Dick smothered his outburst so the others didn’t notice, but couldn’t keep it quiet completely. “He’s been comatose for months without life support?”

Jazz flinched and shrank back slightly at the outburst, but Jason rested a hand on her shoulder to keep her from fleeing. They needed her to talk if they wanted to be able to help them. “He’s not a regular human, remember?” he reminded Dick, speaking up to try and help Jazz feel a little less interrogated.

Jazz didn’t offer any further information, just pulled her gaze back to look up at Dick, lip wavering despite her trying to keep a defiant expression. She wasn’t looking for pity, but she wasn’t good enough at pretending to be a tough girl that Dick didn’t notice her distress. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to... I know you were doing your best,” he apologized, pulling back a little as well.

“Dr. Thompkins has reached you guys. Penny-one opted to call her after hearing Danny's initial condition,” Barbara’s report came over all of their comms, able to keep tabs on everyone through secure video feeds of the inside and outside of the safehouse. And as each of her team members got DNA samples from their captive rescuees she was also starting an identity analysis for each of them in the background.

“Robin?”

That was all Dick had to say, calling to the youngest who was leaning against the frame of the only door. Damian simply raised his hand in a brief acknowledging wave before he left to let Leslie inside. As he left Stephanie returned a moment after, a plate of warmed up frozen burritos in her hands and a bag of bottled water over her shoulder. The bag caught Jason’s eye, and he moved over momentarily to grab one of the bottles and bring it to Jazz.

“Our medical contact has arrived. We’ll have her look at your brother first. Just make sure you stay hydrated,” he commented, handing her the bottle and letting her open it so she could see it was still sealed and therefore wasn’t contaminated. If that was even a concern that crossed her mind. It was starting to quickly seem like these kids weren’t criminals at all, and many of them were starting to have a hard time treating them as such.

“...Thanks,” Jazz responded, taking a moment to be willing to let go of Danny to open the bottle. It was much needed, and she ended up drinking half of it before lowering it again.

Jason watched her for a moment, noting how tense she was and her reluctance to speak with them. He couldn’t blame her for being secretive, having no idea what had driven them to where they had been. But he couldn’t help notice it was strange they were all still distrusting of the group they were with. Didn’t they know Batman’s group of birds were a trustworthy lot? Were they still hiding something illegal? Or maybe… they simply didn’t recognize them. Where were these kids from? “Before the Doctor gets here, I just want to strongly recommend that you don’t keep anything from her, alright? I know it’s scary to reveal things about your brother to a stranger, but the more she knows the better she can help. Got it?”

Jazz looked up at him at the half request half demand, eyes trying to see him beyond the mask as she considered his words. She hadn’t thought about that yet, being so used to keeping everything about what Danny was a secret from everyone. But what Jason said made sense, and she wasn’t going to risk Danny not getting better just to stay paranoid. Two months was a long time for them to have tried to figure things out for themselves, only to have every attempt fail. But if there was one thing they’d all learned in the past months, it seemed ghosts were practically nonexistent in Gotham. So perhaps there was much less risk than back home. “...Okay,” Jazz agreed, giving a small nod.

“This way Doctor. The young meta is over there,” Damian was quick to return, refraining from entering the room for a moment in favor of allowing Leslie to get by, but still gesturing his open palm towards the group of four to the right side of the room from the entrance.

“Thank you, Robin,” Leslie responded, stepping into the room and heading over to them. She didn’t sound too happy to be there. But considering the circumstances it was hard to be joyful about it. She did end up pausing when she laid eyes on Danny though, momentarily taken aback. “If I didn’t know any better I’d be questioning your ability to tell when someone was still alive,” she commented, looking at Dick and Jason for a moment before setting her medical case on the edge of the table with a small sigh. “Let’s take a look. What kind of injury is under the wrappings, dear?”

Her voice had softened, being able to recognize each of the kids who were there from the rundown Barbara had given her on the way there. As she gathered her tools Jazz watched her, hesitantly nudging herself to respond honestly. “...Burns,” she said quietly, willing herself to move as she saw Leslie pull out some scissors to cut the bandages with. “From here to here,” Jazz added, rising from the stool to gesture the entirety of Danny’s left side of his torso, and onto his shoulder somewhat.

“Thank you, dear,” Leslie hummed, slipping the scissors under the bandages on the opposite side to make sure she didn’t aggravate any of the injuries. It only took a moment to cut through the stolen wrappings, and then she was very gingerly peeling them away.

Jazz still felt nauseous whenever she saw the blaster inflicted burns marring a good portion of her little brother’s body, and was glad she was already sitting. Leslie didn’t seem too phased though, simply humming once the wounds were revealed even as Dick and Jason made tense noises. “Hmm. Those are definitely third degree,” Leslie commented, slowly cutting away the rest of the bandages around Danny’s shoulder. But then she noticed something unusual that caused her to look closer. The tissue that wasn’t destroyed appeared irritated, as if exposed to an allergen or poison. “What caused them?” she asked, looking closely.

“...A shot from a Blood blossom blaster,” Jazz almost whispered, clenching her hand as the memory of her brother screaming when the red tinted blast had caught him in the side made her feel even more sick. She wasn’t sure if that was worse than seeing him stand up afterwards with a gaping hole in his side dripping green blood. At least in his ghost form there hadn’t been much to see in terms of insides. But after having expended all his energy to take out the GIW’s machines he hadn’t had any left to heal, and the injuries had carried over his human half.

“Wait, you said third degree?” Sam suddenly spoke up, the whole room having stopped conversations when Leslie had come in. “You can’t see his ribs anymore?” she continued, standing up and intending to check for herself before Cass stepped in her way.

“Don’t interfere. You’ll get in the way,” Cass directed, holding her hands out to block Sam’s path and ignoring the glare directed at her.

Tucker made a gagging noise at the question, covering his mouth for a moment. “Dude, could you not remind me of that?”

So Sam wasn’t just being dramatic? Dick and his team ended up looking at Jazz when they heard her draw a breath of realization, turning from Sam back to check for herself. “Oh-... Oh thank goodness. You’re right,” she breathed, sagging to her knees and letting out a sob of relief. “We were right. He is still healing.”

It was a strange thing to hear, but for the first time since they’d caught them Sam actually gained a small smile. Danielle also ended up giving a short giggle too, kicking her legs once. “Told you,” she commented.

It was admittedly a very confusing conversation, but Dick had to just remind himself once again that Danny wasn’t completely human. Following Cass’ lead, Dick gently helped pull Jazz back to the stool she’d been on. “Let’s keep out of the Doctor’s way,” he suggested. 

“Can you guys explain a little more though?” Tim spoke up now, trying to piece together everything that had been hinted at. Apparently Danny had actually had fourth degree burns, but they had healed despite him not having proper medical care other than clean dressings, and having been asleep for months. “I’m having a difficult time understanding how he’s not…. in worse condition,” he added, catching himself from being too blunt like his siblings had been before.

“You mean how he’s not dead?” This time it was Danielle that was strangely blunt with a calmness that made the others think she didn’t fully understand what she was saying. “That’s easy. He and I are both halfas. It’s harder to kill someone who’s already half dead.”

Tim’s brow twitched, and Jason didn’t miss the few glances taken at him. He doubted they were the same as him, considering he unfortunately couldn’t phase through solid objects or fly like they had seen Danielle do many times already.

“Halfas?” Stephanie repeated, pulling her gaze from Jason and looking back to Danielle.

“It’s short for half human half ghost,” Sam answered, as though it was an obvious connection to make.

“Yup. See,” Danielle confirmed, pushing off the table midmorph and floating in the air instead of landing on the floor as her now stark white hair wisped gently in a soft wind unfelt by anyone else. It didn’t look like much of a change other than she had different hair and eye colors now. But it definitely felt different. That eerie skin crawling sensation that people usually associated with ghosts that almost never actually existed.

‘...Huh, I guess it’s kind of like Captain Marvel, but with their ghost half as the other side,’ Tim thought after a moment of consideration after watching Danielle. “And being halfas give you guys accelerated healing, but… Danny’s is… hindered?” he asked next, clarifying that they were on the same page.

The nod from Danielle turned into a grimace, and she floated back to sit on the table once more. “Something like that. We have to have enough energy for it to work, and he used up a lot. This place kinda sucks too. There’s no natural portals to the Ghost Zone, and no ecto hot spots that we can gather energy from either.”

“The closest supplement we could find that we thought would work was the Lazarus water. But after getting a hold of some we decided we shouldn’t risk using it,” Jazz added, feeling the despair starting to sink into her shoulders again.

“Yeah, that stuff is freaky bad. I only took a little bit and it was horrible,” Danielle agreed, shuddering and wrapping her arms around her knees.

The others weren’t sure how to answer that fully, most of them being lost in thought about the unfamiliar data they’d been given. Eventually Jason shifted with a short comment. “We’re not too fond of the stuff either,” he huffed, then switched his gaze back to Leslie.  “Have you finished looking him over?”

While they had been discussing half ghosts Leslie had continued her exam and treatment of Danny, having cleansed the obvious injuries, rebandaged them with Dick’s help, and added a simple saline IV, oxygen mask, and heart monitor. When Jason addressed her she was making notes about her results. “Mm. Aside from the burns it looks like he’s been exposed to an allergen or toxin as well,” she began, turning to face them.

“That’s the blood blossoms. They’re poison to ghosts,” Jazz supplied quickly, then looked apologetic for interrupting.

Leslie didn’t seem to mind though, just nodding and continuing her report. “There’s also the expected signs of malnutrition. If the human half still needs regular human nutrients then Vitamin IV therapy would be of benefit. The strange part is it looks like all of his bodily functions are significantly slowed, similar to that of cryogenic stasis. That could explain why he’s still alive after so long.”

“That also explains why he feels like an ice cube,” Jason noted, “Could you tell what’s causing it?”

“It seems to be self generated. I imagine this ‘meta’ potentially has ice related abilities,” Leslie answered. None of the teens said anything, but their tight lipped reactions and expressions of sudden understanding were enough to confirm Leslie’s guess.

“Do you have the details of the Vitamin IV needed? We can get that brought here,” Dick requested, moving closer to Leslie to look over her shoulder at the notes she’d taken. Leslie just shifted the tablet slightly, letting Dick get a good look since it seemed he was trying to formulate the next steps of action.

“Alright, it looks like everyone is stable for now. We’ll keep two people here at a time to keep an eye on everyone, and make sure people get fed and taken care of. Unfortunately none of you are allowed near any of our technology still, so we can see about bringing you some books or something to keep from being bored,” Dick started to plan out, giving a sympathetic shake of his head when Sam and Tucker groaned about not being let near technology. Jazz felt like it was fair enough, she wouldn't trust them either and at least they were going to make sure they had food and water. Plus they seemed to be pretty serious about taking care of Danny. Even after learning about the unique difficulties in his condition they hadn’t abandoned them yet. “The rest of us will work on getting the rest of what Danny needs, that we know of so far. Something to neutralize the blood blossom residue, IV vitamins, and ectoplasm. Does anyone else have any unique needs?”

At that point Sam raised her hand, letting Dick gesture to her before speaking up. “Vegetarian,” she said simply.

“Not a problem. I’ll make sure everyone in charge of food knows.” Dick nodded, noticing how Damian very subtly gained a smile about that. “Do any of you have a picture, or description of the blood blossom plants? It doesn’t sound like anything I’m familiar with.”

“The only ones we’ve seen look like rosebuds, red with black leaves and stems,” Sam spoke again, seeming to be more favorable to them now. The same care for Danny that was winning Jazz over was winning the rest of the team as well.

“Got it,” Dick nodded, gaining a pleased smile when Leslie also passed over a sample of the blood blossom affected tissue that she had taken from Danny before covering the wounds again. A tiny sample encased in glass, but it should be more than enough for them to figure out how to neutralize the remainder of the toxin without hurting the lad further. “Orphan, Spoiler, are you okay with taking the first shift?”

“Sure thing,” Stephanie agreed, giving a thumbs up along with Cass.

“I’ll stick around too for now,” Jason added, for no other reason that he felt like he should stay there for a while. At least until they knew for sure who these Phantom kids were.

Dick seemed surprised, but didn’t argue. “Fine. Keep in touch, we’ll let you know as soon as we find anything,” he nodded, motioning for those who weren’t staying to head out. He knew Leslie would stay to double check their work on the other kids, so it ended up being just him, Tim, and Damian filtering out the door.

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I actually had this one all typed out before I even started the prologue one. So I just had to draw something today to get it all up.

Drawing this I looked up canon heights for the first time and found out that Danny is a tiny lil nugget, and that's adorable X'D

I also complained to Na about "having to draw Jason's stupid helmet instead of his pretty face" and she gave me the suggestion of having his face on the side.

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[hananan2]

Hello!! Hope this finds you well! 💖 Could I request Ace, Deuce and Epel with a Yuu who's autistic and info dumps (Like mega yapper level) on people once she trusts them? Can be romantic or platonic idc. Tyy!

YES OF COURSE!💕 I really hope I depict Autism correctly because writing a serious topic wrongly is my worst fear, my sons autistic though so I think I know what it’s like! I’m sorry this is short,. It’s 4am I’m drying🥀 (Btw assuming you wanted Fem!reader because you put she) Enjoy!💕

A/N: Call the chiropractor cause I’m BACK 😈

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade and Epel Felmier!

Summary: You have autism which causes you to have a habit of yapping and oversharing about your interests, how do they react to that?

info: Fem!Reader, Platonic or Romantic, fluff.

CW: cursing and probably Ooc and I don’t proofread at all.

Ace Trappola!

Ace gets bored easily, if someone is saying boring shit, he’ll tell them they’re saying boring shit. He thought you were were a little too quiet when he first met you being a janitor at the start of the school year, oh how things have changed now…

it started whenever anything happened that reminded you of your special interests and you went into a full pledge yap fest, he was gonna kinda overwhelmed…

“Huh?? What??” He looked at you with an eyebrow lifted

“Yes it’s and just like that and it’s AMAZING and fills me with JOY!” You squealed, talking about something from your home world, twisted wonderland has been missing OUT.

“So interesting… kinda bad I didn’t really get half of it…”

“I’ll tell you again!”

“You don’t have t- okay go.”

As stated, he gets annoyed when people talk to much about stuff he’s not interested in, he wasn’t annoyed with your talking though, more so confused, but hey, you listened to him rant too so fair deal right? But it’s different, you’re so entertaining. You’re so entertaining, your eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store is pure teasing material, but you look too happy to even tease! And he thought he could never hold himself back from teasing!

But it’s not only your reaction that gets him to seem interested, your interests actually seem fascinating to him that he ask questions and laughs at finding out new information. Haha you made him into a nerd you love him.

”Hey, you quiet, got any crazy stories for me? Your world was on something I swear…” please keep yapping, head is full of mental notes.

Deuce Spade!

Deuce had always been a good listener, no matter if it interested him or not he would try his best to be attentive! Though he gets a little sleep if it’s not the most mins provoking for him at least…

When you start start your rants to Deuce out of the blue, he’s a little startled since you were so reserved, but accepted it with open arms and understanding! And also indulging lokey.

“Mhm Mhm…That’s so cool you mention that because I remember reading something like that in one of my comic books! It was a short series but it was really good!” He bounced with joy

“Oh my gosh yes I love short series! That trope is so amazing I love when it’s used in books! Oh and besides books…!” You emitted his joy back, you guys will never stop talking, so evil.

Unlike Deuce, he isn’t the best at remembering everything with his mind, mental notes swarmed after a while by so much more. Which is what lead him to making a whole note for you in his notes app just about your interests!

22: She likes calico critters (little animals)

23: she REALLY likes tiramisu and the way it’s made

24: She likes collecting pins

He will NOT be forgetting.

Epel Felmier!

Epel himself is very quiet and reserved at first but is super out going and talkative with the people he’s comfortable with, so hey, he gets it!

Epel is really interested in your culture, by that I mean your world and what happens there, he likes to link events back to Twisted Wonderland, it’s fun, plus you care about his mall village, why should he not care about your literal world?

“Huh? Well lookey that! We’ve been doin that for a while here!”

“Really? I would love to go there! It just reminds me of own of my favorite places, and you don’t understand it’s SO pretty and landscapy!” You whipped out your phone to show him a picture

“Not better than my harveston!” He puffs his chest out with a proud smile

“Here look!”

Woah, gorgeous. Like you.

He giggles in his mind, with the most love and respect, you remind him of a little rooster that keeps croaking but can’t do it fully so it’s just high pitched.

he will ALWAYS stay tuned for the yap🙏🏽

[sualocin]

hiii could you maybe do a sweet/fluffy (or, if youre feeling particularly fun, misunderstandings/miscommunication, hurt/comfort) with sweets? maybe something focused on pining and getting together and maybe some jealousy of either side?

Lance Sweets x Reader

summary: he's been spending too much time with daisy. way too much time.

content warning: swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i cannot make a short and tidy fic for the life of me lmao. sorry for all the daisy slander (only some of it is personal) it just fit so well for this premise i'm sorryyyyyy. set in season four approximately, reader works with hodgins

not beta'd

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It pained you to see Daisy hanging off Lance whenever she got the chance. They weren’t even dating and she always needed to be touching him. You despised it because it felt like Lance was slowly forgetting you when she started interning at the Jeffersonian with Dr. Brennan. No more Friday movie nights, no more impromptu game times, no more sleepovers. It sucked to have everything stop suddenly due to Daisy dragging his attention away.

‘Oh I can’t make movie night, Daisy wants me to come with her to a bar’

‘I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow so I can help Daisy put together furniture’

‘Daisy’

‘Daisy’

‘DAISY’

You were tired of the excuses, tired of the late cancellations because she needed his help last minute. You were tired of her. If she came to badger you for some evidence or results? Instantly you would disappear from your little corner of the bug and slime room, leaving poor Hodgins to deal with her constant jabbering and hounding. It was all you could do really, when she came up in the intern rotation. The others were fine, hell you got along with the rest of them from the start! Vincent, bless his constant facts and info dumps, was still less annoying than her. You just couldn’t stand her. 

It was already a pretty crappy day. Constant cold rain, your car wouldn’t start so you had to hitch a ride with Angela, and now Daisy is here. She’s not even supposed to be in the lab today, it’s supposed to be Fisher. But he is apparently out sick so now you’re stuck with her. You have half a mind to turn around and use some PTO to get out of here, but a new body means new particulates that you and Hodgins have to analyze. And there are a lot of them on this body.  Having so much to do wouldn’t be so bad if Lance didn’t come and help bring the body in, which gives you a front row seat to all the touchy action they’re getting up to.

You don’t even realize you’re glaring at them until Hodgins startles you out of it by shaking your shoulder.

“Christ Hodgins!” You exclaim, hand shooting over your heart at the scare. Your glare turns towards him now, upset at the fact he somehow snuck up on you in your brooding mood.

“I called your name like five times Y/N. Are you alright?” Hodgins asks, hand still on your shoulder. He’s giving you such a quizzical look that you feel (slightly) bad for worrying him. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just tired is all,” You lie your ass off, giving him a smile-like grimace to hopefully appease him. The last thing you need is to tell Hodgins, who then tells Angela, about what is going on in your brain. Because no matter how sworn to secrecy they are, Angela eventually spills the gossip to Brennan and Booth. And you don’t need that coming to bite you in the ass. But you don’t even notice that Hodgins sends a look towards Angela at your response, too busy trying to glare and scrape for particulates.

“Okay then… I’ll stay here and collect more samples if you want to start on what we have gathered so far,” He says, handing you a tray and shooing you away from the body. You sigh in relief, and move towards the cave of bugs and slime with whatever you have on your tray. Before you can even get past the doorway, Angela stops you in your tracks by shouting your name. She jogs up to you and gives you one of her patented ‘I know something is up so you better tell me’ looks.

“You are not just tired sweetie. I saw the glare you were giving Sweets and Daisy, what’s really going on?” She questions, following you when you continue to walk back to your area. Her many bracelets jangle against the packed evidence folder as she tries to keep up with you. You scoff at her question, only responding when you are fully seated in your chair.

“Can you not see the way she hangs off him? He’s not a jungle gym… Or-or a rock wall,” You huff out, almost slamming the tray onto the table. Angela’s eyes widen at your words, the hidden meaning behind them makes something go off in her brain. She smiles and chuckles at you.

“Oh you like Sweets, don’t you Y/N?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You turn and stare at her, cheeks feeling hot at the accusation.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’ll just say it’s unprofessional to be acting like that in the workplace,” You fire back, hands moving on their own to separate the petri dishes into testing categories. Work distracts you, lets you ignore your feelings. Angela is making that impossible right now, with all her questions and talking.

“You really like him honey. Have you ever tried to see if he feels the same way?” She asks, trying to guide you in the right direction. Because Angela knows something you don’t. She knows how Lance feels about you, she’s known ever since she saw the way he looks at you. He doesn’t look that way at anyone else. Not even Daisy. You slouch in your chair, eyes gazing off into the distance as she speaks. If you tried to voice what you really felt, you would probably burst into tears.

“He definitely doesn’t. I mean, he has just stopped spending time with me. He cancels at the last minute, sometimes he doesn’t even bother to call and let me know he’s not going to make it. He definitely does not feel the same way,” You explain, taking a shuddering breath in to try and calm yourself. You are at work after all, and the lab is not the best place to have a breakdown. Angela pats you on your back and gives you a sympathetic look, trying not to give away too much of her plan to get you two together. Ultimately, Lance may have let it slip to her that he was madly in love with you when he had one too many after a case. But she wouldn’t outright tell you that, you have to figure it out on your own.

“That’s terrible Y/N. I know I usually give great advice, but I am struggling to think of a way to fix this. I’ll just leave you with this: If he can’t be bothered to give you the time of day, you don’t give it to him either,” She advises, giving you a few more gentle pats before leaving to go work on her pile of evidence. When she is fully out of the room, your head hits the table and you let out a long groan. This is going to be a hard case. 

You’ve been staring through this microscope for what feels like hours now, getting nowhere fast on identifying where this cotton fiber could have come from. It was on the body, but the clothes weren’t cotton at all, so how did it get there? Hodgins has come and gone like a summer breeze, most likely to lunch and then talking to Angela or Cam. Yet you remain where you’ve been seated for the past 4 hours. You rub your eyes at the realization of just how long you’ve been sitting and staring at a screen, half tempted to walk around the lab to stretch your legs. That thought dies as soon as La- No, Sweets walks into the room. His presence drives your tired eyes right back into the microscope in order to avoid him.

“Hey Y/N. I just wanted to check up -” He starts to say before you interrupt him.

“I’m still working on the cotton fiber, it’d do everyone good if I wasn’t rushed about it,” You snap, scowling into the microscope. Doing pretty okay to make him feel like him coming in was a bother. Angela did say not to give him the time of day, so you won’t.

“Woah, I wasn’t here about that,” He puts his hands up in surrender, trying to appease your foul mood. You pull your gaze back from the microscope and turn it to him. The defusing gesture does nothing for your mood as you really aren’t feeling up to dealing with Daisy excuses.

“Then what are you here for Sweets? To cancel our movie night? To give some sort of lazy excuse for why you can’t be bothered to hang out with me anymore?” The frustrated tone seeps through your rapid fire questions. You’re really putting Angela’s advice to good use only a couple hours later. However, you don’t notice the hurt that passes over his face at being called ‘Sweets’ over ‘Lance’. 

“No, I uh, was going to ask what movie you wanted to watch…” Lance begins, thoughts on how to respond to your questions slowly forming in his mind. His brows are furrowed as he rushes to try and think of a good enough response before you can dismiss him. When one finally comes to the forefront of his brain, he just throws it out there into the world.

“Why would you think I don’t want to hang out with you? I haven’t cancelled these for a while,” He says, genuinely confused now. He must not remember the past month of cancellations then.

“We haven’t had a movie night all month, Sweets… You missed every plan we had,” Your voice fades out as you speak. Emotions you’ve had bottled up for months trying to rise to the surface in the wake of your words. You can’t let them, at least not here. Not in front of him. The bottle feels like it’s going to break at any second, any slightest poke at it could make you sob. You watch his face fall at the realization of just how long he was absent from your life for. He missed so many nights, so many important dates, just to be with Daisy. But at least he sees it now, at least he can see what it did to you. 

Lance seemingly crossed the room in the blink of an eye. He wrapped his arms around your form so quickly, you didn’t understand what had happened until you heard his muffled voice.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you like this. I didn’t realize how pervasive Daisy was in monopolizing my time. You know I would never willingly miss our plans,” He rambles into your lab coat, squeezing you closer to his body in an effort to convey just how truly sorry he was. 

“Let me know how I can make it up to you. I would do anything for your forgiveness Y/N, anything,” He mumbles, face now nuzzled into your neck. You can feel the ghost of his lips against your neck. It drives you insane. If he would keep you in his arms forever you would forgive him after a bit of time. Christ, you might forgive him right now if he continues what he’s been doing.

It’s your lack of response that has him pulling away, much to your dismay. His eyes scan your face as he does, for any indication of discomfort or anger. He finds nothing of the sort, just something he can’t identify. Thinking that you aren’t responding because you can’t forgive him, he sighs and starts to turn to walk away. He is, however, stopped by your hand around his wrist tugging him back towards you. He stumbles a bit, hands landing on your shoulders to steady himself. You grasp his hands and guide them up to cradle your face, eyes remaining locked with each other the entire time. 

“You would do anything for my forgiveness?” You ask, hands still over his surprisingly soft and warm ones. He nods in response, cheeks rosy and mouth slightly agape. You smile gently at him.

“Kiss me then, Lance,” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he gently presses his slightly chapped lips to yours. It’s like fireworks go off when you touch, heat shooting up your spine and your heart racing. Kissing Lance is the best apology you have ever received, or ever will receive in your life. You pull away first, breathing heavily from the simple kiss, and a genuine smile on your face. Lance chuckles softly, his smile growing to match yours. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” He confesses, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Then do it again.”

ooof i hope this was to your liking anon! quite a long lil fic for my favorite fbi shrink

[geminiwritten]

what is your writing process like? how do you write so much so fast and how do you not lose steam? (i love everything you write and tbh you’re inspiring me to finish one of my wips)

AH OMG THANK YOU!!! i am inspiring you??? gah, that makes me so happy 🖤

ooh, okay... my process haha WELL once i have an idea or outline, i'll usually info dump into a word doc or notes app. it's absolute nonsense, but it gets me excited and sometimes forcing myself to write through the whole summary will help me discover all the little bits that tie everything together.

then once i've done that, i'll (usually just in my head or notes app) break it up into scenes / moments (this is the part that REALLY helps me stay on track and not burn out, because each scene or moment is exciting so i look forward to the next)

e.g., let's look at my fic 'the plan' (this is literally how i planned it) 1. apartment with phoenix, payback, and fanboy: introduce reader's crush on bob and come up with "the plan" 2. the run where he sees her underwear 3. the sleepover: tension (games), cream pies, borrowed clothes 4. in the kitchen (almost kiss) 5. brief intermission to revamp "the plan" 6. montage of jealous moments 7. group setting to tease bob and get his pov 8. the beach / the finale

so you can kind of see that each scene or moment has something delicious or tense that happens between reader x bob.

THAT is what keeps me going. breaking it into 'moments' where i know something fun is going to happen. sometimes the in betweens and bridging bits are unexpectedly good (when hangman joins in on 'the plan') OR sometimes they're boring... and sometimes (a lot of the time) i just put a dash (-) and cut to the next moment because i feel like a bridging bit will make the fic too long.

and that's pretty much it! i struggle big time when i don't know what's coming next, which used to happen a lot. i used to just start writing and see where it went, but now i feel like i've got the rhythm down!

i know 'planning it' sounds like... duh. but planning out moments is what works. moments that lead up to the BIG moment. and making each little moment delicious is the best part!

other tips and tricks! (that help me, so maybe they might help others)

TALK DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF (i do this when i walk my dog or clean the house or shower, it helps SO much especially with fight scenes or big confession scenes where characters need to bounce off each other, because you can naturally respond without thinking too much which is what would happen with the characters if they were real! then don't forget to write it in your notes or something)

if you're not sure about your 'moments' use headcanons / tropes!!! or watch movies / shows with two love interests who have a similar dynamic to your characters (i get lots of cute moments from friends, b99, the office) even small bits of dialogue that you could build a moment around!

WRITE A FULL SCENE OR MOMENT, THEN READ IT BACK / EDIT. don't lose the momentum to edit as you go, but also i like to edit each section before i move on so i know it's flowing well. then i do an overall re-read / edit a day or so AFTER finishing.

take breaks! watch edits! go for a short walk! it all helps, because once you're not staring at the screen, it'll probably come to you

in saying that though... i write BEST when i'm at a desk, in my study, no noise. so if you're struggling on the couch with a movie playing and someone talking in your ear... i'd say give the quiet a go! (although, i'm a bit of a hermit and i talk to myself so much while writing, i can't possible be in the company of other people)

I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS WAY LONGER THAN IT NEEDED TO BE BUT I LOVE SHARING AND I LOVE HELPING OTHER PEOPLE TO WRITE WHEN I CAN SO I HOPE SOME OR ANY OF THIS IS HELPFUL 🖤🖤🖤

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Explanations

part 4 of MM ao3

Danny winced, overwhelmed for a moment at the emotions Hood was projecting. A flurry of fear, anger, not again, pain being shoved at him as forcefully as if someone were screaming in his ear. 

Danny raised his hands in surrender. “Look, we don’t mean any harm. I honestly have no idea what pits you’re talking about, but I do know a lot about the being dead thing.”

Hood didn’t move, just kept glaring at him.

Danny took a chance and projected peace, want to help, it’s ok. 

Hood’s angry aura faded and he stumbled back a step.

“What was that?” Hood growled and Danny gulped as Hood’s aura flared again with anger, confusion, fear.

“Sorry.” Danny said. “I forget that new liminals aren’t used to projecting, but it’s just another form of talking. And you don’t need to worry, I’m also dead adjacent. “Though,” Danny paused, “I don’t know what the lazarus pits are.”

Hood was still tense but his aura had pulled back a little. “The Lazarus Pits are lakes of glowing green goo.”

“Huh.” Danny gleaned at Jazz. “We call the green goo Ectoplasm. But if these pits are what brought you back, I think they might be rancid. You stink.”

“Excuse me?” Hood took a step back as his aura flared with indignation.

Jazz cleared her throat.

“What my brother means is that the ectoplasm that brought you back may have been polluted. He can tell because he also has ectoplasm in his system which allows him to sense other sources of ectoplasm.”

“Explain.” 

“Look,” Jazz said, “Why don’t we all sit down and I’ll make some tea and then Danny can explain better.” she sent a pointed look in his direction.

“Fine.”

Jazz nodded and turned and walked toward the kitchen where there was a table and some chairs. Danny followed her and so did Hood.

Danny fiddled with his hands as Jazz was making tea. Honestly, Danny was trying not to comment on the fact that the fully dressed vigilante looked kind of ridiculous sitting at their kitchen table.

“Would you like some tea?” Jazz said, looking toward Hood.

Hood paused before responding. “No thanks.” 

Jazz nodded then turned back toward the kettle.

“Soooo….” Danny started. “Before we go on, i do need to know if you actually died, or if you just encountered some green goo.”

Hood didn’t say anything.

Danny sighed. “If it helps, I actually died and was brought back to life via green glowy stuff.”

Danny waited and was about to give up and wait for Jazz to lead the conversation when Hood finally spoke.

“I died, I’m not sure what brought me back. But then I was dumped in a Lazarus Pit.”

“Huh.” There weren’t a lot of things that could bring people back from the dead as far as Danny knew, but with all the craziness he’d already experienced in his own life, he wasn’t surprised. Though it was interesting that Hood had been exposed to ectoplasm afterward. What would that make Hood? A liminal, or a halfa like him? But as much as Danny would like someone else like him, since it wasn't ectoplasm that brought Hood back the man was probably just a liminal.

“Here you go, Danny.” Jazz said, setting a mug in front of him and then taking a seat next to him.

Danny inhaled the warm scent of spices and then looked at Hood. “So, how do you want to do this? I can do a quick info dump and then you ask questions, or you can just ask questions and I’ll answer them?”

“Info first, then I’ll ask questions.”

Danny nodded.

“First of all, ghosts are real.” he paused, but when Hood didn't say anything he continued. “They live in an alternate dimension and are fueled by and made of ectoplasm, the green glowy stuff. There are various things that can make a ghost, but we don’t need to get into that now. This is just the basics. When a human has a near death experience, or is exposed to ectoplasm they have the chance of becoming what we call liminal. That just means that they lean a little toward the ghostly side.” he glanced at Jazz, his gaze questioning and she nodded. “That’s what me and Jazz are. And that’s what I think you are.”  Danny waited for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Any questions.”

“How did you heal me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Danny shrugged and sat back. “As liminals we actually need some ectoplasm to survive and it can help heal us. Usually, the ectoplasm in our bodies heps us heal ourselves, but I think yours can’t since,” Danny wrinkled his nose, “whatever source you got yours from is obviously rank.”

“What does that even mean?” Hood said, but he sounded tired not angry.

Jazz smiled gently at him. “Ectoplasm that stays too long in the Living Realm, here, can absorb pollutants. Think of it like,” she hummed and tapped her finger against the table, “like air in an improperly ventilated area. If air isn’t allowed to move and flow it can become stale. The same with ectoplasm. It’s a form of energy that needs to flow and be filtered in the Infinite Realms, where the ghosts are, or it needs to be filtered by ghosts. But if it’s allowed to just sit in one area and build up, continually absorbing energy, but unable to filter or release it then it grows rank.”

“It’s complicated.” Danny said. “And neither of us is the greatest at explaining since we’re still learning. But yeah, ectoplasm is a form of energy that flows between dimensions.

Danny smiled at Hood, there were faint feelings of confusion, disbelief, denial, no true, not true, I’m alive. But Danny did his best not to push anything toward the other liminal. He didn’t want to scare the man.

“I need to go.” Hood said, standing abruptly. 

Danny startled, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Jazz stood. “You’re welcome back here anytime if you have questions.” Jazz smiled. 

Danny felt the briefest glimmer of attraction come from Hood and while Jazz was good at not projecting, Danny could tell from her face that she was feeling similarly toward Hood.

Danny smirked. This would be fun.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

One For The Road [1]

Cecil Dennis x AFAB!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• masterlist • ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: Cecil forgets he invited you over.

A/N: The biggest thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading this and fixing some of my British-isms <3 I owe you my life!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, weed use, fleshlights, Cecil talking about 'Catcher In The Rye', fingering, Cecil coming in his pants, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 3404

You Sit and Talk to Me on the Floor

You lean back against the sofa, getting comfortable as your high pleasantly buzzes in the back of your head.

You’d been pretty pissed when you’d got here and Harry was nowhere to be found. (You, him and Cecil and Harry’s new girlfriend Mary-Ann, who you hadn’t met yet, had plans to hang out and watch a film. Or at least that’s what Cecil had told you.) He’d grinned when he’d opened the door, “What are you doing here?”

Turns out he’d been high (unsurprising) when he’d messaged and asked you. And had promptly forgotten all about it without letting Harry or Mary-Ann know. 

And now Harry was ‘working’. Or something. Cecil wasn’t exactly clear. 

Ever since he’d been dumped by his girlfriend Cecil had been staying with his cousin to ‘get back on his feet’, or more correctly, ‘make a mess, panic, tidy the house in a crazy rush to a standard that would put a professional kitchen to shame and then repeat’. 

He’d apologised for a good fifteen minutes when he realised his mistake, and had offered you a brownie as he ushered you inside. 

“Is there weed in this?” 

He stared at you like you’d grown an extra head. “It’s a brownie.”

“You know pot isn’t a standard ingredient, right?”

He’d pulled a face that made you laugh. “What’s the point in that?” 

.

Cecil sits on the floor, leaning against the sofa and lolling his head back as he talks to you, “I’m really glad you came actually, sorry again,” he smiles shyly, “I was kinda lonely.”

“You can hire people for that.” You tease and he snorts.

“No, that’s not what I mean. Besides,” he shrugs, “I’m broke.” 

You giggle, finding it far funnier than you normally would. 

He grins and takes a swig of his beer before another hit from his bong. 

“How many brownies did you have?” You ask, interested, you’d only had one. 

“Two… and a half.” 

“And you’re smoking too?” 

“Yeah? I mean,” he puffs up his chest proudly, “I got a high tolerance.”

“If there were an olympics in getting high you’d probably get a gold.” 

“I definitely would get a gold, I bet they used to have that, weed consuming, in the olympics I mean. They used to have poetry and people competing naked and everything, and then it got ruined.” 

“With clothes or lack of poems?” You smile.

“Both.” He nods confidently. “Though maybe some clothes is a good idea…” He ponders for a moment, “I bet if you run and you got no pants on your dick just,” he flops his hand around like crazy and you giggle, “I mean, that would hurt. And boobs!”

“Boobs?” You wheeze out. 

“Yeah, I bet some boobs would hurt too, you need those high impact bras and all that.”

“How do you know about that?” You run your hand through his hair absentmindedly, he always did have such soft, rich curls. 

“I’m a guy of knowledge, you know. I know many things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“Like what then?” 

He leans a little into your touch, smiling as you stroke his hair. “Erm, I know that this,” he taps the part of the sofa he’s leaning against, “is called a sofa skirt.” 

“Is not.”

“Is too.” He grins at you when you poke out your tongue. “I know the sky’s blue because of Rayleigh scattering-”

“What’s Rayleigh scattering?” 

“Why the sky is blue.”

“Cecil…” You roll your eyes playfully and he giggles. 

“Okay, okay, it’s to do with light particles and how they,” he waves his hand to the side making a buzzing noise, “move about when they’re in a wavelength.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugs, “I dunno. Just do. Something stuck once I guess.”

You nod, “Pretty impressive skill.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I don’t control what sticks, I’ve literally read every single math book I ever could on how to do algebra when I was in high school and nothing.” He pauses and then smiles, “I can quote Catcher in the Rye to you though.” 

“What?” You shift a little, leaning closer. “Like the whole thing?”

“Mostly,” he shrugs again but he puffs his chest out, obviously pleased at your interest. “But I guess I could just be making it up if you don’t know it word for word and don’t have a copy in front of you.” 

“I trust you.” You say kindly and he beams. 

“Well, okay, look, first paragraph, because it’s easy,” he swallows and clears his throat. 

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.” He puts on a voice as he speaks, at first it’s jokey as he tries to poke a little fun at himself, but as he continues it relaxes, becomes more like he’s inhabiting the voice of the character. 

“That’s very, very cool.” You grin and he smiles shyly, looking down at his hands before taking another hit. “Yeah, well, doesn’t help much.”

“You like Catcher in the Rye?” 

He nods. “Got an A+ on that report.” He grins, “I always thought it was sad, you know? The story I mean. Just a kid trying to be an adult because that’s what society implies, when really he just wants to be… you know… enjoy his childhood.” He nods a little. “I like that his little sister is more mature than him, that he has this innocence to him. That even though the story is about a loss of that, in the end, I dunno, I don’t think it fully happened.” 

You incline your head, staying quiet so he’ll continue.

“I mean, I think he’s still innocent. Still playing at being an adult. Like everyone is.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “But whatever.” 

You give his shoulder a light shove, “But whatever? Cec,” you lean forward, your hand still in his hair, “that’s so good, like insightful.” You say sincerely. 

He gives you a bashful smile, his eyelashes fluttering a little as you compliment him. “Yeah, you know, thanks.” There’s the smallest flush to his cheeks. “You’re so smart and everything so that means a lot.” 

“Cec,” you say softly, shaking your head, “you gotta think better of yourself.”

He nods halfheartedly.

“Really, you got to, you…” You pause, trailing off as something catches the light and inadvertently, your eye. It’s shoved to the side, on the floor between the right hand side of the sofa and the wall. 

Cecil looks around to where you’re staring, mildly interested for a moment before his eyes widen. “Oh, shit, sorry!” He goes to push it further under the couch and out of sight but doesn’t reach far enough and ends up falling onto his side and flailing about. 

“Is that what I think it is?” You giggle, unable to stop yourself. 

“Erm…” He looks up at you, trying his best to give you a winning smile from the floor. “That depends on what you think it is?” His voice is hopeful. 

“A flesh light?” 

He groans and puts his hand dramatically over his face. 

You laugh harder. 

“Ugh.”

“It is?” You ask excitedly, unsure why this is amusing you quite so much. 

“Mhmmm.” 

“Yours?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh my goooooood,” you lean down and ruffle his hair until he has to take his hand off his face to bat you away and starts laughing, “Cecil getting it on in the living rooooooom.” 

“No!” He lies.

“Ohhhhh, is that what you were doing before I got here?” The glee in your voice is palpable. “Is that why it took you so long to answer the door?” 

“Stop.” He tries to pout but keeps laughing. “I hadn’t got that far yet.”

“Yet?” 

“You came over! That’s more important than jacking off.” 

You snort loudly. “I’m honoured.” 

He pulls a playful face and lightly smacks your calf. 

“I wouldn’t have stopped having a wank just because you came over.” You joke and Cecil bursts into hysterics. 

He manages to calm down long enough to spit out his next words, “I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” 

“What?” 

“If you wanted to get down and whatever, that’s fine, I’d just hang in the kitchen.” 

It’s your turn to have a laughing fit. “Oh, you’re so slimy.” You tease, adjusting your skirt as you move.

“No, no,” he sits up, still giggling, his cheeks flush. “I wouldn’t watch or listen, I’m not being a perv.” 

“Sure, sure.” 

“Hey! I don’t need to spy on people, I can, you know.”

“What?” You grin.

“See it on the TV whenever.” 

You start laughing again. You had been expecting a bit of macho, ‘I can pick up willing partners whenever I want to’, not ‘I’ll watch some porn’. 

“Yeah?” You prod him in the arm playfully. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “that’s what I was doing before you came over.” 

“Oh, good to know.” You chuckle. Part of you knows it’s the weed that’s making you a little less guarded than you usually were, but you can’t help yourself. “What were you watching then?”

“Well, I hadn’t decided yet.” He shrugs, but he’s grinning, obviously quite happy to talk with you about this. “I was having a look.” 

“On what?” 

“PornHub,” he shuffles towards the TV on his knees and grabs the remote and then his phone. “I cast it, see,” the screen mirrors his phone as he scrolls through. “I was just browsing.” 

“You say that so casually.” You goad him playfully. 

“Yeah, well, I mean why not? Most people look at porn.” 

You nod.

“Don’t you?” He asks, quite innocently as he cocks his head to the side. 

Heat rushes under your skin. “Well, erm, yeah, I mean.” 

He grins, but not in a gloating way, more pleased that you’re both sharing something. 

“What, erm,” you squirm a little, feeling foolish and trying to push the focus back to him. “What do you normally watch?” 

“Like porn wise?” 

“Mmhmmm.” 

He grins, “lots actually, my tastes are very varied.” He says like he’s talking about wine. “Sometimes two girls, sometimes a guy and a girl, sometimes two guys, sometimes a group. Sometimes just someone by themselves.” He shrugs and looks up at you, when he sees you’re still listening he swallows and continues, “I got a favourite.” 

You nod, your mouth dry. 

“It’s two girls, erm, it’s not even like, that,” he waves his hands, “it’s just, it’s quieter, I guess? They sound more… natural. Like it’s not being put on for show, and they got like, these suits. It’s not like latex or anything, not that there’s a problem with that, it’s sort of like body suits, skin tight, but hands are free, and boobs, and,” he motions to his crotch, “down there, and… they sort of… like just…” his face reddens a little more. “They, rub together in like missionary and come and… and it just sounds so nice. They look like they’re really enjoying it.” 

He looks up at you again and fidgets, his eyes dark. 

The nervous expression, the flush to his cheeks shouldn’t be endearing, shouldn’t make you feel a twist of heat in your stomach. 

“I could… show you?” He says quietly, like he’s trying to tiptoe around something else. 

You find yourself nodding once, saying, “Okay.” before you even realise it. 

He finds it quickly on his phone and sits down next to you on the sofa, a hands width away. 

You stare at the TV while looking at him from the corner of your eye. 

“This reminds me of high school.” He says quietly, biting his lips together. “A group of us used to, when porn was harder to get hold of, used to like, watch it together and smoke.” 

You nod, a quick reply simply not coming. 

The video starts, the two women posing for the camera before they make their way to the bed.

“I used to worry,” he continues, “because sometimes weed makes me really horny.” He shrugs, flinching inwardly at why he said that. 

“I get that.” You swallow. 

One woman climbs on top of the other. 

“You do?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” why are you speaking, why can’t you just shut up? “The horny thing.” 

“From smoking or watching porn?” He asks innocently. 

“Both, I guess.” 

He hums, nodding. “Me too.” 

You both continue to watch for a moment in an odd silence, the air is thick with an oppressive weight. You want to look at him again, want to see his soft eyes and plump lips. 

Cecil shifts a little, fidgeting once before he pushes the heel of his hand against his leg and… wait… not his leg. 

His erection is straining against his jeans.

You can’t help but look, going over the shape and outline and- You freeze. He’s looking right at you.

“Sorry.” He gives you a sheepish smile as if he was the one that had been caught perving. “Guess it’s a bit more obvious on me.” He jokes, but the tips of his ears still flush. 

“No, yeah, I mean…” you stumble over your words, trying to fill the gaps as the moans from the TV grow louder and… they did sound like they were having fun. “I mean,” you swallow and start again, “I, if I had a dick, you’d see it,” you motion your hand upright. 

“Yeah?”

You nod. 

“Not just saying that to make me feel better?” He asks, gently nudging you in the shoulder.

“No… I would.” 

He gives you a sweet look, but it’s still disbelieving. 

“Cecil, I’m not lying.” 

“I don’t know…” 

“Why would I lie?”

“You’re too nice all the time, it’s not lying it’s ‘sparing my feelings’.” He motions with his hands.

“Well, I’m not,” you fold your arms. “I’m being truthful.”

“Okay.”

“Cecil.”

“I said okay,” he teases. “I’m agreeing with you.”

“But you don’t believe me.” 

He nods. “That’s true.”

You huff air through your nose, exasperated. “I’m not lying.”

“Sure.”

“There’s no point to me lying.” Your voice raises a little at the end, which only makes it sound more like you are lying. 

“Okay.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

He laughs, “just because you’re a dirty and bad liar, doesn’t mean-”

You don’t know why you do it, but you grab a hold of his hand and press it forcefully between your legs. “See?” Your voice sounds sure of itself, like a gloat. But your mind is just only catching up with your actions. And the sensation of Cecil’s warm, thick fingers against your core. 

You’re wearing a skirt, the only thing separating your skin from his is the thin material of your panties which are undoubtedly damp. 

“Oh,” he breathes, his cock twitches. “Yeah, you’re…” 

You freeze, still holding his hand against you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

His fingers brush a little against the cotton. The action takes you by surprise and much to your dismay a weak gasp leaves your lips.

He glances up to your face as you keep your eyes closed, screwing them shut to avoid his gaze. But seemingly he finds what he was looking for. 

He moves his fingers again, a little firmer this time, tracing a soft circle against your clit and you shudder. 

There’s a pause, a fraction of a second as he waits for you to stop him, to tell him no. 

You don’t. 

So he does it again, and again, and again until you’re squirming. Your breath is coming out fast as your hips shallowly move in time with his fingers. 

He inches closer to you, pressing his chest against your shoulder and resting his forehead on your temple. 

Cecil moans softly in your ear as you whine, your lip between your bottom teeth as you watch the two women fuck on screen without really seeing. 

He slowly presses on the damp patch, rubs along your core before he slips your underwear to the side and touches you lightly. 

You jolt, gasping, turning your head to press your forehead to his. 

He groans as he traces his forefinger along your slit, marvelling at the slick that coats the tip of his finger before he lightly pinches your clit. 

“Cecil,” you breathe. 

“It’s okay,” he mutters, kissing your cheek and then your lips gently, “it’s okay, it’s just a friend helping another one out. Just helping…” He drapes his free arm around your shoulders, his fingers mirroring the pattern of his other hand on your arm. 

He kisses you again, soft and sweet as he lightly teases you with the tip of his tongue. 

The second you part your lips he inhales deeply, angling his hand and pushing two fingers deep inside while flicking your clit with his thumb. 

You gasp, your moans music to his ears as he kisses you wantonly as he curls and strokes your walls. 

“Oh, god, you’re really wet,” he bites his lip, grunting as he presses closer, curls deeper until you’re bucking and practically sobbing. “Really tight, mmm, feel so nice inside.” He mumbles, not really registering what he’s saying as he pants in your ear. “Thank you for letting me, oh,” he shivers as you whine, grabbing hold of any part of him you can reach and clinging on, silently begging him to continue.

“Is that good? Is that where it’s nice?” He swallows, stroking the same spongy spot again and groaning when your thighs quiver. 

You nod rapidly and he coos, “oh good, good, mmm,” he kisses your neck, breathing deeply to fill his lungs with your scent. “God, so nice and warm, bet you got the cutest little pussy? Fuck.” He groans, moving so he can rub his crotch against your thigh, “you’ll let me look sometime? I would love to see it, bet it’s so sweet.” 

Your eyes roll back, your muscles tensing as he keeps moving, keeps pulling you closer to that edge. Your moans are overshadowing the sounds of the TV, the squelch of his fingers fucking you relentlessly bouncing around the room. 

You can hardly think, hardly form words, your mind obsessed with the reaction that all consuming pleasure that is so, so near. 

“Bet it’s the prettiest pussy I’ll ever see,” he groans, the friction of his jeans burning deliciously against his cock as he rubs himself over your thigh, making him lightheaded. Being near you is making him lightheaded. The fact that you’ve let him touch you, and be in you is dizzying and those sounds you’re making are enough to make him come on the spot. Right now, so close. Just a tiny little more friction and-

You clench around his fingers, crying out as your orgasm is pulled expertly from you. Cecil whines, keeps moving his thick fingers in that blinding pattern and pressure, as he follows you instantly. Your blissed out expression driving him clean over the edge. 

You shiver, your thighs shaking as you come, as the pleasure seems to stretch onwards and as Cecil moans softly in your ear. 

You both breathe, Cecil’s fingers still inside you as you stroke a hand through his hair. A wet patch starts to bleed into his boxers, but he doesn’t care. Not when you’re so close and he feels so happy.

He opens his mouth to speak and-

There’s a key in the lock, and the front door opens. You both jump, moving away from each other to the opposite ends of the sofa as Harry comes back. 

You feel oddly empty without his touch, without his fingers buried inside. 

Harry pokes his head around before he comes into the room, he looks at the bong and beer and porn still playing on the TV. “You guys started the party without me?” He kids. 

You laugh, not entirely convincing. 

“Cecil, man, what’re you doing showing off your porn playlist huh?” Harry jokes and Cecil shrugs. 

He’s using his forearm to cover any signs of his softening erection and wet patch, while he dangles his other hand off the arm of the sofa, out of Harry’s sight. Where his cousin can’t see how he rubs his slick covered fingers together.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with my partner of four years who I live with?

sorry this is a long one but I don't want to leave stuff out and make it seem biased.

My partner (22F) and I (22F) have been together since senior year of high school, just before COVID hit, and have lived together for a bit over a year now.

It's her first time living outside her parents' house, and early on she was a really crappy housemate. I ended up nagging at her a lot and having to use gentle parenting techniques to get her to do basic housework and do her share of responsibilities. We had a fight around six months in, where I told her I felt like I had to parent her, and she understandably took it poorly. Since then, she's put in a lot more effort around the house in a way that felt less like it was a product of caring, and more like the product of fearing abandonment. I pointed this out to her, and she said that she was trying harder because she loved me and wanted me to be comfortable in our home, though she had made several offhand comments that she was always worried about pissing me off.

I've been clinically depressed for a long time, and one of the chief ways it's manifested is irritation and anger. It developed into a problem, and I started getting therapy/ medication. Often I would end up being pretty mean to her. I felt bad about it, but she would get on my nerves a lot. I get overwhelmed and overstimulated easily. She has unmedicated ADHD and often comes in and starts hyperactively info-dumping about her day without a greeting or anything, knowing I had just woken up (I work nights).

She stopped doing that only after months of me asking her to and enforcing that boundary. Sometimes I was hurtful about it, but when I was nice about it she tended to ignore me or "forget" I'd asked her to stop doing that.

The last six months she's been better about things, but the first six months of living together kinda killed my feelings for her. At first, I thought it was stress from school, work, and other things related to the house (bug infestations, things breaking constantly, standard Landlord Special bullshit). But more and more I found myself annoyed with her. I'd often make rude comments about her behavior out of frustration. When I tried to discuss things more maturely, she'd break down crying and panicking, and I'd reassure and comfort her afterward instead of getting to express my feelings. She'd rarely express hers, just start sobbing and apologizing and saying she'd change, which made me feel awful and like I couldn't express grievances to her.

I'd try to get some space from time to time, and she'd get extremely anxious and seek reassurance, which I'd give to her because I didn't want to start anything. I thought I'd come back around and find happiness with her again. She'd been extremely patient with me throughout the relationship, with my moodiness and temper. I'd tried changing that about myself, but I found that the only thing that ever seemed to help my moods was getting space from her.

In late 2023/Jan 2024 I ended up having to get a couple surgeries, and she was supportive and caring in a way not many people would be for their partners. She made time to take care of me while I was more or less disabled and gave me grace as I worked through the emotional aspects of my health issues.

During this time I started having feelings for her again, but within a week of recovering, I was back to feeling the same sense of vague irritation and resentment as before, even though her behavior had changed and she was objectively being an amazing partner.

I realized I wasn't happy in this relationship and felt tremendous pressure to be responsible for somebody who had fallen behind me in terms of emotional maturity. I couldn't discuss big issues with her without her breaking down and panicking, and I felt like I had to walk on eggshells because of it. I was hurtful to her because of it, and it wasn't fair to stay a relationship I was no longer emotionally invested in.

Before I left for work one day, she ended up pressuring me into talking about what was on my mind after I told her I didn't feel the time was right to discuss it. I told her how I felt and that a breakup seemed like the healthiest way forward for us. She shut down, started crying, panicking, saying that we could work it out and go to couples therapy, etc. By this point, I had kind of lost faith in her ever fulfilling any promises related to therapy. I had to leave for work and she wouldn't stop talking about it, so I ended up apologizing, taking it back, and saying we could work it out.

A busy week or two went by where I was noticeably less nice to her, hoping that when I tried to break up with her again she wouldn't get emotional whiplash from it coming seemingly out of nowhere. I wrote out what I wanted to say in a letter and told her that I had things to talk about, but put them in a letter so she'd have time to process it instead of shutting down. I told her this, as well, to give her something of a warning.

I asked her what she thought we talked about during that big argument, and she said she honestly couldn't remember. We then went to a concert where I got drunk to try and enjoy things (I did) but she couldn't have a good time due to worrying about our conversation. I gave her the letter two days later, left it for her in the morning to read and process while I was in class that day.

It understandably went poorly, and she blames me for being a shitty partner, for being mean, for ruining the concert which was the one thing that she had looked forward to us doing as partners, and for treating her like shit in the weeks leading up to the breakup, and has indirectly asked if I can stay elsewhere on the nights where we'd be sharing a bed. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[call-sign-shark]

SPOILER ALERT GoT AU: for @peakyswritings @mischievouslittlecreature and @justrainandcoffee . Thank you for letting me bother you with my idea girls, you are angels. TW: this is Heaven’s awful, abusive and emotionally manipulative vengeance.

Since I’ve decided to turn our GoT AU into a full-fledged story as well as embracing that Ben Barnes brainrot, I reworked a few details and added more depths to the characters’ relationships. Here’s what we know so far: while dark romance-coded and sprinkled with a few red flags revolving around obsession and co-dependency, Heavenerys and Amos are genuinely in love with each other. Something I didn’t convey properly in the premises of our AU is that they are incredibly loving and soft around each other. Even in public, one can see that Amos is fond of his wife — certainly a bit too much for he’s always looming nearby.

But we also know that he lost control one time and ended up hurting Hev in a horrifying way when he caught her with Aerthurys. What he did was awful and unforgivable, even though regrets devoured him afterwards and that he spends the rest of his life trying to make amend for it. Despite everything, Heaven remained by his side, hopelessly in love. She kinda punished him in their bedroom but, let’s be honest, Amos enjoys all that BDSM stuff so it’s humiliating but not punishment per se. But here’s the thing: Heaven didn’t forget nor forgive him. That night when he and his men assaulted her, she promised she would do something to balance the scale and make them even… Now: HEAVY TW for abortion.

Heaven knew that Amos wished to be dad so so bad, so one day they decide to try for a baby. It works and Amos is on cloud 9, like really. People around him notice that he’s a tad bit more understanding and in a lighter mood. He’s also even more caring with his wife and often hugs her, putting his hand on her belly while kissing her forehead and goes “How’s my little puppy (the baby) doing?”. He plans the baby’s bedroom himself and is often caught smiling as he daydream about his child when he sees Hev. And after waiting a few months, Heaven aborts with drinking so much moontea she almost kills herself in the process. I’m not going into details ‘cause I’ll write about it but Amos discovers it and his whole world crumbles. He has lost his puppy and almost his wife too. Wailing like a wounded animal, Amos fells on his knees, his cries blending with a mix of “Why? Why did you do this to me?” / “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. He’s broken in billion of pieces, as she was when he had hurt her.

This is when Heaven gently grabs his chin, forces him to look at her and says in a soft but so sadistic tone “Now we’re even, my Night and stars.”

Following this, they FINALLY allow themselves to heal and try to slowly but surely render their love healthier, both acknowledging that they went too far. Only for Aerthurys to raise hell a bit later. :)

And if you reached the end, congrats! Thank you so much I really needed to share it. I’m sorry for info dumping you with something that awful. I’ll give them an alternate good ending (to balance the White Walker one) in which they just flee and hide in the North, I promise. 😅

Here’s something for your heart:

[itsjustmebluesilly]

ok so apparently my blog was like…hidden. So, Introduction Re-Do!! Hiii! I’m Blue!

All about About me:

avid gamer

Diagnosed with ADHD(and probably has autism-)

very very silly.

birthday is on October 23!

she/her!!!

loves fettuccine Alfredo. It’s so good. Like actually.

sleep deprived

artist (in more than one way)

loves genetics

sometimes gets a lot of nature pics

can I put whatever I want here?

chicken.

very disorganized (sorry)

chair chair chair chair chair chair 🪑

fav emojis: 😛😔😳😊😦🤪😡🪑🩵

also I love asks please PLEASE gimme some.

What I do:

I write fanfics, some original writing, draw, make headcanon for my fandoms and remix songs! (Plus some og songs but like…I barely make any-) Speaking of, I should probably list my-

FANDOMS!!!

Legend of Zelda! (In particular, BotW, TotK, OoT, ALBW, I’ll add more as I beat more games-)

Pokèmon! (In particular: Gen 1, 2 and 4, Pokèmon Legends, Scarlet/Violet, Sun and Moon)

Friday Night Funkin’

VOCALOID (I’m relatively new to the vocaloid fandom, please please PLEASE info dump on me about it. I’d love it if you did!)

Undertale and Deltarune

Cookie Run (Kingdom is my main focus but I do play Ovenbreak)

Cave Story

Kirby

Sonic (I’m not too familiar with a lot of Sonic content/Lore but I really like the series as a whole! One of these days I’ll get around to leaning the lore, one way or another-)

Hollow Knight

Starbound

ENA (Joel G)

Probably something else I forgot to mention because I am into way too many things-

What this entire thing is for:

I want to spread happiness with my art and drawings (though if I’m sharing angst…😈 [I love angst-]) ok but besides that, I want to make people smile and to share what I love with other people! This blog in particular is where you can ask about my OC’s, headcanons, give me short writing prompts and such, or just ask something in general, I don’t mind. Most of my post will be about my fandoms, character development/characterization, reblogs, and just whatever I feel like honestly. Might focus more on my Blue Crew thing I got going on though tbh.

Favorite Characters:

(Characters in Bold are the ones I’m likely to talk the most about.)

LoZ:

Link/Wild (BotW, TotK)

Zelda/Flora (BotW, TotK)

Link/Time/Shade (OoT)

Malon (OoT)

All of the Champions and their Descendants/TotK Sages (BotW, TotK)

Cookie Run:

Shadow Milk Cookie (CR:K)

Pure Vanilla Cookie (CR:K)

Wizard Cookie

Black Sapphire Cookie (CR:K)

Mystic Flour Cookie (CR:K)

Dreamweaver Cookie (CROB)

Dark Choco Cookie (CROB, CR:K)

Sugarfly Cookie (CR:K)

Pokèmon:

Gold/Blake (Gold - Silver Edition, Blake - SoulSilver)

Dawn (Platinum)

Red

Silver

Grey..? (Don’t quite know where to put this goober, he’s from an FNF mod but he’s also a Pokèmon trainer and I gave him a game?)

Undertale + Deltarune:

Mettaton (UT)

Papyrus (UT)

Alphys (UT)

Frisk (UT)

Chara (UT)

Kris (DR)

Noelle (DR)

Susie (DR)

Friday Night Funkin’:

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Pico

QT

Senpai

Big Brother

Soul Boyfriend (From the corruption mod, love that mod sm…)

Cave Story:

Quote

Curly

Kazuma

Misery

Toroko

Kirby:

Kirby

Adaline

Ribbon

Meta Knight

Susie

Magolor

Sonic:

Sonic

Shadow

Metal Sonic (HOW DID I FORGET MY HUE HUE HUE WHEN FIRST WRITING THIS POST?!)

Tails (And Nine)

Silver (Can I say that even if I haven’t played 06? I really like him he’s a skrungle..)

Hollow Knight:

Grimm

Hornet

Ghost (Or The Knight)

Myla

ENA:

ENA (Worker)

ENA (Webseries)

Shepard

Froggy

Coral Glasses

OCs:

Fandom specific: (so many..)

Melody (LoZ, Malon and Time’s daughter)

Aryll (LoZ, reused name because it seems to be fancanon that Wild’s sister has the same name as Wind’s.)

Sojul (LoZ, Gerudo OC)

Akai (LoZ, Yiga OC)

Mabel (LoZ, Wild’s mom)

Dark Chocolate Cookie (CrK)

Feta Cheese Cookie (CrK)

Blood Hand Cookie (CrK and CrOB)

Max (PKMN Sun & Moon)

Ma and box (Ma is an ENAsona and box is just her companion oc ig-)

I have plenty more from different fandoms but I’m just gonna post this as is for now, I’ll edit more in when I get the chance.

True OCs-: (They spawned from my last braincells.)

Blue (Also my Sona and pfp)

Soul (Blue’s big brother)

Eliz (Blue’s bestie, full name is Elizabeth)

Amy (Full name is Amethyst, she’s Soul’s wife)

Nightmare (Completely unrelated to anyone mentioned above lmao)

Show

Eternal

Rachel

Pi

(not actually an oc but im so good with naming characters totally.)

Other Details: Kinda important!

Currently the only blog I have for writing is Re-Writing Cave Story. Also I am not open for commissions YET, but sometime in the future I will be! Also, just a heads up that my art might be uploaded poorly. I’ve tried everything I can to fix it, but every doodle I try to upload ends up looking really bad. Paper drawings seem to work better, and hopefully when I get my online artworks that will be at least acceptable quality. Sorry in advance :(

I HAVE AN AO3!! I have no idea how to use it yet so I won’t link it but yayyy!!!

My subblogs:

Linked Universe Daycare AU - LU AU with the chain at a daycare, Malon and Time watch over the chain kiddos. Babies. bajshjskoh

ENA Subblog - lol my ENA stuff ig

uhh,,, I forgot lmao

My tags:

#blues silly yapping (me just well, yapping, also sometimes reblogs with thoughts)

#blues silly writing (ignore the fact that this didn't work for the one writing i did post-)

#blues silly art (self-explanatory-)

#The (silly) Blue Crew (My favorite lil guys)

#blues original headcanons (also self-explanatory--)

#blues silly songs (my music :) [both og and remixes]

Anyway haiiiiii :D welcome to my blog sillies

[simder-talia-blog]

Info here

The hard part about these type of things is knowing I will forget people. Just know that if I reblog your posts I appreciate you so much and what you do!

For anyone new to the world of CC, I highly recommend these creators, and remember that if you find a creator who has made some things you like, go browse the rest of their catalog! Chances are there is lots more that you're going to love.

@herecirmsims - Makes wonderful, amazing pose packs and has a fun story going as well!

@ellemant - Gorgeous, gorgeous screenshots. Ellemant has also made some of my favorite, and oldest CC that I have in my game!

@eslanes - A longtime favorite account. You have got to check out the amazing Sims version album covers that eslanes has made as renders!

@xsavannahx987 - Awesome CC!

@rebouks - Amazing poses and storytelling! Also builds & sims dumps

@creamlattedream - So much fun MM clothing for your sims, & lots for male sims!

@xldkx - Incredibly cute & useful deco sims and more!

@the-dew-of-the-sea - makes some of my favorite CC that I have in my game!

@saruin - Superb and creative creations!

@anachrosims - Beautiful, gorgeous historical CC and in game shots that take your breath away!

@elfydrell - Loads of WoW CC!

@yooniesim - A creator of incredible CAS details for your sims, and lots of them! (and other things too! check out the "carry-bears" backpacks!)

@hamsterbellbelle - If you're looking for cyberpunk aesthetic, you must browse this creator's catalog!

@serawis - Another lovely CC creator (I especially love the skin overlays!)

@cinamun - Storytelling & gorgeous shots! (I added cinamun after I posted, I have a terrible headache this morning as I was finishing this post, I am sorry for accidentally leaving you out!)

@surely-sims - So much fun & unique CC, if you haven't yet, you must go look!

@simkoos - Again, so much fun & cute CC!

@aira-cc - More MM / kawaii CC that I absolutely love

@lilis-palace - Gorgeous MM historical CC

@twentiethcenturysims - Gorgeous MM historical CC, and even some witch hats for your cats!

@gothoffspring - More lovely CC (and tie dye!)

@simmillercc - More adorable CC

@nolan-sims - another one of my longtime favorites!

@simverses - Tons of wonderful Medieval CC!

@coatisims - All the groceries!

@bodegababysims - MOAR groceries!

@aroundthesims - Another longtime favorite! Sooo many useful and unique items, some of which inspired by her personal life and things she loves, which I love.

@moderncrafter - Lots of really nice vehicle CC (check poly for older computers)

@marsosims - More wonderful MM CC, I especially love their hairs

@peacemaker-ic - Can't make a favorites collection without mentioning Peacemaker! Maxis Match CC of all kinds!

I also want to say how much I appreciate anyone on here that has ever made me burst out laughing with something funny that they've posted (screenshots from your game, glitches, a meme you made relating to tumblr website nonsense, commentary on this or that, etc) You're all so funny 💗😆😭

Happy Holidays, everyone! Take care, pls stay healthy & safe, and thank you so much for the past year of simming fun!

EDIT! @crazy-lazy-elder-sims & @helloavocadooo I am so sorry I also forgot to tag you in this. I've had a bad headache for days due to very crazy barometric pressure where I live and I just am not thinking properly. I love that I get to be part of this community with you!

[nyewclear]

If you feel comfortable, could you talk about Artemis’ trauma? I’m all for hearing creators info dump about their characters/work!

i would love to talk about this!!! thank you so much for asking hehehe i’ve been waiting a long time for an excuse to dive deep into artemis’ character. this is going to be a really long response, so sorry in advance!!

much of artemis is kind of a mystery throughout the story of the game because they have a tendency to sort of… piecemeal information about themself to you. you get to know them quickly, but you don’t really know them despite the fact that you become quite fond of them just as fast. i truly believe the only time that you as the player get a crystal clear look into who they are is when you go back to their childhood home, meet their family, and witness that nasty argument between them and their stepmom nevaeh. i’m very aware that many players managed to skip over the argument you and artemis can have after they go upstairs to their room, whether that be intentional or not, but i can firmly say that the argument you and artemis get into is one of my favorite parts of the entire game because i think it tells you so much about them in so little time. they can get so nasty with you, which is often times pretty painful considering the fact that the two of you are basically honeymooning throughout the entire game, but i believe that it’s a very important side that needed to be seen in order to understand who artemis is in their entirety. i highly encourage everyone to try fighting with them if you feel comfortable in doing so!

trust me, this has to do with the ask lol i’m getting there… walk with me, walk with me…

the person that artemis was before they moved away from their hometown is someone they don’t recognize anymore, but everything painful that they experienced while they were there is locked up very deeply inside of them, almost like they’re protecting it even though it hurts them to do so. who they were, and who they are now, is elusive to many, including themself. many of their problems stem from their undiagnosed adhd and their grief— they weren't very good in school because of their adhd and after their mom passed away, everything kind of spiraled out of control and they haven't been able to get anything back on track. they hold on to the pain of her passing so tightly because they worry that if they manage to move on and try to heal from it, they'll forget about her.

obviously all of this got worse once nevaeh and gavin got married. as you guys know from the game, nevaeh is very clean-cut, very smart, put together, and straight-laced. she's always wanted to push artemis to be the best that they can be, to help them heal, but they were really stubborn and still in so much pain that they couldn't handle it. as you guys also saw from the game, this dynamic still causes problems in the present time. they've always felt like they suck at everything (being good in school, holding a job, staying on task, etc) and nevaeh would always remind them that they sucked at everything, even if she didn't mean to. she would say things like, "you're doing really bad at [thing], but i know you can do better. i know that you can be better than this," and they hated it so much because it would always feel like she disliked them, like she wanted to change them into something that they never had the capacity to be. she would always try to help, but her way of helping is quite aggressive, which always made things worse, but honestly, it wasn't entirely her fault, as artemis reacted just as poorly. unfortunately, she's right about the fact that they're self-destructive and unproductive when it comes to their own self-growth, but her delivery is always terrible, which causes a significant rift. i think it's important to point out that nevaeh and artemis have very different viewpoints on what they consider success. there's no right answer to what success is, but the fact that the two of them can't find a compromise or middle ground on that answer makes their relationship with each other very hostile. nevaeh is so successful and so self-made, and artemis is actively floundering even though they know that they have dreams, goals, wants, and desires.

however, i think the biggest points of contention between the two of them is not all of that... it's diana. diana is so young and doesn't understand why her sibling and her mom fight. even though artemis sees her as their little sister regardless of the fact that they aren't related at all, she's nevaeh's kid and artemis is not. to make things even worse, diana is everything that artemis isn't. diana is so good in school. it's stressed a lot when you meet her— she excels, she has all these friends, she thrives in an environment that's so small and so inhospitable, and she knows nothing of the horrors and sadnesses of the world yet. artemis loves her so, so, so much and they want everything that's beautiful in the world to happen to her, but sometimes they look at her and they just see what they could've been if they had just tried harder. they hate to look like a fucked up failing role model in front of her. they feel like everyone sees them as a failure, but they don't ever want diana to think of them that way. of course she doesn't, because all she thinks about is how much she loves artemis too, but artemis gets all in their head about it. they want to be everything that they haven't been. if not for themself, then for her. i think this is even worse because artemis knows that without their mom dying, they would've never had diana in their life. diana is so important to them in a way that they can't even begin to say, but selfishly they want their mom back so badly. but if she had never died, artemis never would've had diana. it's a whole thing.

yaritza, their first girlfriend (who artemis talks about briefly when you ask about the polaroids in their childhood bedroom), was dating artemis in a time where they were really mixed up mentally & emotionally. they really liked her and she really liked them too, but she was much more motivated and competent at things than they were. because of this, they would get all up in their head like, "gods, i'm such a horrible partner, i can never be what she needs because i'm so weird and stupid and distracted all the time," which inevitably led them to break up with her a couple months into their senior year of high school. they made a deliberate effort to not tell her anything about how they were feeling or what was going on in their life because they thought that it would protect her, but they were really just trying to hide themself because they found themself shameful. yaritza always knew that something was going on and that they were packed up with all these bad feelings, and she would try to get them to open up, but they would always brush her off and tell her that it was fine. she speculated that they thought that they didn't want to drag her down but never actually thought that they would break up with her because of it, so she was really sad when they ended up doing exactly that. she was really heartbroken— all she ever wanted was to be there for them... kind of exactly in the way that you, as the player, want to be there for them now.

the only person that artemis ever felt comfortable telling all of this too was albie, their boyfriend before they met you. contrary to popular opinion, albie was a rather good boyfriend despite his flaws, but sometimes those flaws would really outweigh all of the good things and make him into a really bad boyfriend. when artemis finally cracked and told him everything about their mom and their weird brain (they don't want to admit to themself that they have adhd... more on that in a minute) and how the world seems to be against them in all the worst ways, albie was kind of like, "huh... okay. that's why you're like this," like it was all making sense now, and artemis was like, "... what?" albie got it but he didn't understand it, you know? and he didn't understand it because he didn't particularly desire to put in the effort to actually understand it. in a way, he knew artemis in a way that was very surface-level, despite the fact that artemis was finally begging for someone to know them, finally opening up something they'd kept locked up for so long. he was like this a lot... recall the issues about artemis' hobbies and the issues about the band. he would often be like, "yeah, whatever you're doing now is cool, i support you," but he never actually put in the effort to be there for artemis or with artemis when they needed him.

so artemis spends a year and a half in this relationship with this man that they're horribly in love with, but is also so hurt by him all the time, and they would often grieve the relationship even though it hadn't even ended yet. they broke up because albie had finally verbalized that artemis was "too much," and that really broke them because it was one of the first times that they had dared to show someone who they were. this relationship with albie then becomes yet another part of artemis' life where they're too weird or too fucked up or too much and somehow also not enough for someone, and they feel like they're failing at everything and can't get anything right. they lock themself up really tight after this. they take the breakup really hard because they think that it's their fault that they broke up, even though it probably was just that they and albie weren't too compatible as lovers in the first place.

one year after artemis and albie break up and about a decade after their mom passed away, artemis meets you. what starts going through their mind as they're starting to become very close to you and starting to fall for you— they like you a lot, they want to be with you, and they want you to see them for who they actually are. but at the same time, they're (1) terrified that you're going to think they're an unfixable mess, like nevaeh and albie did, (2) worried that they'll lose the memory of their mom even though they're so deliberately holding onto the pain of her being gone, (3) scared to open up again and share their pain with someone, only to be disregarded, and (4) to be treated like all they can ever do is fail and not amount to anything. obviously, the player doesn't think this way, but artemis is thinking this.

the aftermath of the argument with nevaeh is the peak of this conflict within them. they want to tell you so much, but also want to keep it all back so that you won't think that they're beyond saving. they want to tell you everything, but they've just been burned so badly before by others and themself, and they're really scared of being left alone again. this is why they tell you so much about themself but somehow not tell you anything at all. even so, artemis has this desire to be "chased" by people. they want to be actively pursued, to be shown that they're really cared about at the very core of their being because they want to be known so badly, but as soon as someone expresses that, they want to run away because it all feels too real and too scary. they genuinely need to have people in their life who know them very personally, but their wants and actual behaviors are at war with each other. they're hoping that if they start to pull away, the person trying to get to know them will still care enough to chase after them. they're so afraid of getting hurt like they've been hurt before (particularly with albie, the one that they might've loved in a way they're not sure they'll ever love again) that it's actively hurting their relationships with others. artemis is a very emotionally intense person, which i think gives them a lot of dimension. when they feel, they feel so all-consumingly. it's in their brain and in their heart and in their soul and it takes over their life. when things are good, they are so fucking good, but when things are bad, its like the world is crashing around them. in the game we get a lot of that really good, cheesy, mushy stuff, but despite all of that sweetness, i felt like i had to write a scene where it really does feel like everything is crashing down. artemis is so complex! they feel so much.

the player doesn't verbally say this at any point, but i wrote the whole "going back home" scene to feel like you're an outsider in a world that you don't particularly understand. you know that there's a layer to artemis that you don't know, something that they don't tell you, and you know you're missing a lot of context as you interact with both them and their family.

back to the topic of artemis' mom though— it's notable to mention that in the few times that artemis brings up their mom during the game, it's almost flippant and not dwelled on for very long. however, artemis' grief overcomes almost every part of them, but it's almost a subtle nuance that the player doesn't really notice, especially because you spend so much time getting these little scraps of who artemis is since they hold so much back for so long. their mom haunts the story, to the point that artemis doesn't want to drive. the majority of artemis' life is centered around the fact that they don't drive. the whole game is centered around places that you and artemis can walk to, places you two can take the bus to... they make themself an inconvenience to others because of their grief. are they afraid? are they doing it to honor their mother and her passing? they're not even sure the answer to that. the people that know them well know that their grief is very obviously a burden on them, but they shoulder it almost with pride even it though wallowing in it kind of kills them. but at the end of the day, it's not really their mom that's haunting the story. it's just artemis holding onto her. they're doing it to themself, and by extension doing it to everyone else in their life.

for the longest time, i didn't want to illustrate the polaroids that you find in artemis' room. i wanted to leave it up for the player to envision what they looked like as they were described to you, almost like they were a ghost of a memory, a scrap of something long gone, because you'll never be able to grasp these things like artemis does. the player mentions at some point during the whole "going back home" scene that it's so hard to imagine artemis younger and i wanted to keep that mystery. i decided to illustrate them with the newest build because i started to feel like it was important to show artemis' loved ones from when they were younger— despite how alone they felt inside of their head, they had people that cared about them so deeply. it was important to show that, i think.

okay... now for the whole beast that is artemis' adhd. i very intentionally wrote the game so that artemis never says that they have adhd even though they definitely know that they're neurodivergent. it's something they actively ignore because they think by having a concrete adhd diagnosis it would mean that they were just born to be a fuck up, which is absolutely not true in the slightest. everyone else in their life knows that they have adhd, but artemis is very insistent to really ignore it even though getting on meds would probably help them more than they're willing to admit. there was once a time when kurou mentioned it offhandedly, like, "dude, i think you have adhd. have you ever been to the doctor about it?" and artemis got so livid. no one brings it up because of that. i think eventually artemis would be open to getting an adhd diagnosis, but i think they would have to work through so much to be able to get there. the internalized ableism is really hurting them in a way that everyone around them can see, but they ignore it even though they can feel the way it hurts them too.

but yeah… that’s artemis in a nutshell. they’re a very complicated person!! a bit traumatized and has a lot to sort through, but we love them anyway. i know that a lot of this is subtext written into the game rather than things that are overtly stated, but i feel like being able to think deeply about artemis’ character both as a developer and as a player of the game is important :-) hopefully this was insightful!! let me know if you have any follow up questions— i love talking about this kind of stuff!

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Why does Gen talks in pig Latin Theory

I did info dump on a reblog of a post of @ kaibutsushidousha

and I wanted to show it on the main tag…sooo I'm posting it as a post, here you go!

HI!! I have a theory, but I cannot confirm it as canon.

I have investigated so many things about gen I even bought a book exclusive to Japan only, because it mentions a bit of his past

With the information and another theory's I discover many interesting things

Here is a bit that I translated with an extension of Google (Very likely to have mistranslations, sorry!):

"Gen Asagiri's Biography "When my parents had a fight, I understood what my nephew was saying and made compromises. It stopped the quarrel." "He begins studying magic in order to manipulate people's hearts the way he wants." "His social media account, which shared "psychology for exploring adults," went viral, and he made his debut in the entertainment industry as a mentalist."

Source: Riichiro Inagaki, & Boichi. (Aug 4, 2022). Dr.STONE 公式ファンブック 科学王国事典 (Jump Comics Digital & Shueisha, Eds.). Jump Comics Digital - Shueisha. https://bookwalker.jp/de3d7b532c-2fe5-4a31-af57-7695f7d01857/ (Page:62-63)

And with the question about the pig Latin

I like to look at it as something he learned for living in abuse as a child, I say he lived in abuse because of the previous citations I did.

I can reinforce this theory with another theory that could be canon, which is that Gen has Canities subita

(Before I have to mention I'm not a doctor or professional on anything of psychology, I'm only a person who loves to investigate)

This is an alleged condition

"is an alleged condition of hair turning white overnight due to stress or trauma."

 Trüeb, Ralph M. (2013). Female Alopecia: Guide to Successful Management. Springer Science & Business Media. p. 132. ISBN9783642355035.

"The syndrome has been hypothesized to be a variant of alopecia areata diffusa or autoimmune non-scarring hair loss that selectively affects all pigmented hairs, leaving only the white hair behind. Canities subita is caused by high levels of emotional stress, which, in turn, causes less pigmentation of the hair.[3] These form the basis of most uses of the idea in fictional works. It has been found that some hairs can become colored again when stress is reduced.[5][6]One study[7] with experiments on mice found that stress caused white hair even if the immune system was suppressed (ruling out auto-immune response) and if the glands producing cortisol were removed. The study concluded that over-activation of the sympathetic nervous system was causing stem cells to stop producing pigment cells in hair follicles.[8]"

Canities subita. (n.d.). Wikipedia. Retrieved January 25, 2025, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canities_subita#cite_note-1 (Is the part of "Causes"

So with that (and other thing I didn't mention because this is a Tumblr post) I believe Gen lived in abuse for a big part of his life, also this is reinforced with the fact that Gen used to dye his hair fully black, which could be interpreted as him wanting to forget his past.

And now with that, He learned Pig Latin as a way to survive in his childhood, I based this on the next citations.

"An 1866 article describes a "hog latin" that has some similarities to current Pig Latin. The article says, "He adds as many new letters as the boys in their 'hog latin', which is made use of to mystify eavesdroppers. A boy asking a friend to go with him says, 'Wig-ge you-ge go-ge wig-ge me-ge?' The other, replying in the negative says, 'Noge, Ige woge.' ""

Pig Latin. (n.d.). Wikipedia. Retrieved January 25, 2025, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pig_Latin

Wakeman, George (1886). Sound and Sense (in "The Galaxy: A Magazine of Entertaining Reading, Volume 1"). p. 638. Retrieved 13 December 2015.

"it can also be used to hide conversation. For example, a conversation between two people in the presence of an unwanted "

Pig Latin. (n.d.). Wikipedia. Retrieved January 25, 2025, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pig_Latin

With that information that I found, I created the theory he used Pig Latin to communicate in secret with people (probably with the “nephew” That is mentioned in his biography…not sure if it could be a mistranslation, sadly I don't know Japanese yet so if anyone knows what it actually said, I would be so thankful!)

In short;

I believe that Gen lived in abuse as a child and learned Pig Latin so he wouldn't get in more problems, and he kept using it mostly when in stress!

But I'm just an internet user who loves this character so much that went very far to use a Japanese VPN to only buy a book he couldn't even understand only because it has a bit of his favorite character backstory and then went on rabbit hole!

So this is like really summaries because I'm planning on adding it on the website I'm making, because I love making essay about things like this on my free time! So yeah, thanks for reading it! If you want to talk to me, feel free! I love talking about the deep of history's mostly cartoons/animes

(Last note: I wrote this really fast so the citations maybe wrong in their format, and it may have some writing mistakes my mother language is not English!)

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The page's of the Dr.STONE Official Fan Book Science Kingdom Encyclopedia (MANGA SPOILERS ON JAPANESE)

62-63

page 62

page 63

Edit: There is no nephew, it was a mistranslation of my translator! So yeah take that into account! Sorry about it, and thanks to @kaibutsushidousha for telling me!! :3 (sorry for tagging you so much ;w; )