#TBO for short

[nameless-victory]

Belatedly answering the 50 Lamb Questions posted by @transtistic in regard to tbos!Lamb/Butcher !!

I've had this rotting in the drafts for way longer than intended, and I just...completely forgot about it. Oops. Well, better late than never! Some of the answers here are left a little vague on purpose as I intend to expand on them more later. Also beware this is EXTREMELY long </3

Feel free to ask me other stuff about my Lamb that aren't related to this as well! I love talking about my strange and off-putting son-daughter /aff

// Usual tbos AU warning for mentions of cannibalism and a bit of body horror and the general stuff discussed in cotl + the 50 questions

1. Does your lamb go by any name other than The Lamb? If so, what?

Obviously, we mainly call them Butch or (the) Butcher, and their official title is "The Butcher of Souls", but in-universe they usually go by Butcher or just "the Lamb". They also still identify with their birth name, but they haven't shared it with anybody.

2. How old was your lamb when they were sacrificed?

In their mid to late 20's.

3. How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice?

Around ten years.

4. Did your lamb kill anyone prior to their first death? If so, who?

[Answered!]

5. When your lamb mourns a dead loved one from their past.. who is it?

Mainly themselves. Lots of identity issues with this one

6, 7, 9. Who raised your lamb? Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run? How or where was your lamb caught?

They were raised by a flock of other sheep in a village buried deep within Darkwood's forests. It was far away from the Old Faith's gaze, so their life was rather peaceful and unaffected by the heretics' antics. That is, of course, until The Horrors happened👍

8. Did your lamb have any specific skills pre-sacrifice?

They learned how to sew, chop wood, wield an axe, and do a few other things when they were still alive. Those skills still show their uses today.

10. How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal? Afraid? Relieved? Angry?

Scared, betrayed...And shortly after, absolutely furious.

11. Does your lamb have any notable or unique features?

I assume it'd be the sideways horns and the fully red eyes! And that their execution scar is thicker on one side than on the other because of the way their execution went, though it is covered by the bell regardless

12. How tall is your lamb?

They are tall for a sheep...which is to say average, slightly leaning towards short. The most threatening creature you know has to look up to talk to half of their followers /j

13. Is your lamb petite? Curvy? Fucking jacked?

They're just pretty average, kinda skinny(?) They're strong enough to wield a battle axe as well, but it's not really visible + part of it is just the godhood power-ups anyway. I just like how unassuming they look when they can actually kick your ass. Even if it doesn't make too much sense, it ties into the whole wolf in sheeps clothing motif which I like for them. Idk the words to describe it sorry, just go look at their ref💔

14. Is your lamb's wool pure white?

Nope, it's grey! And the lighter patch on their head is supposed to be the result of a birthmark. Idk if either of those things work like that irl, but I make the rules here /j (also fun fact the actual color I use for their wool is a desaturated purple, so I've also joked about them being straight up purple before)

15. How does your lamb prefer to keep their wool? Short and shorn neat? Wild and untrimmed? Be honest are there branches in that bitch?

They keep the wool on their head/their 'hair' very long! They have completely refused to cut it after their sacrifice. This has lead to a couple deaths in Anchordeep, because when their wool gets wet it becomes so fucking heavy that they literally cannot swim out if they're pulled under water, but it's sentimental. (Also...yeah, probably.)

16. Do you base your lamb on any specific species of sheep? If so, which?

Unfortunately no </3 somehow they draw inspiration from both a bull and a wolf in certain aspects but not any actual sheep...Huh.

17. Do they use their own wool for anything?

Not really, not much of it to use if they never cut it in the first place

18. On a scale of one to ten how floppy are their ears?

It' a 1-4 I fear, stiff as hell ears smh </3 (Their ears do move a lot when they're emoting though)

19. Do they bear any traits of forced domestication? Is their tail docked? Was their ear tagged? Do they have scars from being shorn (and nicked) against their will? Were they ever painted with or assigned a number rather than a name?

Yes, their tail is docked.

20. What do their horns look like?

They're based off bull horns! I just think it looks cool :3 They do kind of function as weapons as well, so that also comes in handy. Except when they get stuck on the doorframe.

Insert joke about them being just as prone to anger as a bull

21. Was your lamb born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on their sex at birth?

That's for them to know, and for you to never find out /j

22. Does your lamb use pronouns other than they/them? If so, which ones!

It/its as well! I don't correct people if they unknowingly use she/he for them because in-universe they honestly wouldn't care, but they do prefer the neutral ones. Still, they don't mind too much about being called by other gendered terms (sir/miss etc) in either direction.

23. Are they capable of having children and would they want to have children?

I assume they cannot (thanks to unknowingly getting themselves "sick" with The Horrors Beyond Mortal Comprehension and in turn fucking up their body to an extent even they are still unsure of) but I am certain they wouldn't want to even if they could.

24. If they were to be a parent or are, what epithet would they have their child use? Mom? Mama? Dad? Baba? Nony? Abba?

As I said they wouldn't want a kid, but hypothetically...no it'd probably still be just "Lamb"☠️

25. Do they wear something other than the canon cloak?

Yes! They got the beserker fit because I thought it would fit their personality, and also their whole TOWW-inspired outfit under that. They sewed it themselves from scraps + pieces of their old clothes the first night they spent at the red crown's cult.

26. Does your lamb wear jewelry or makeup?

Nah. If you'd call either the bell or the bell silencer jewelry then yes, but those both have practical uses so to them it probably wouldn't count.

27. Is your lamb flirtatious?

Generally polite/charismatic for the sake of getting their way? From one point onward, yeah. Actually flirtatious? No.

But hey, do violent threats also count as flirting? If so, then maybe, but only towards a select few.

28. Did your lamb have any partners pre-sacrifice?

Nope, didn't get much time to look into that before things went to shit. They're also aromantic, so even if they did have the time to think about that, they probably would've preferred not to engage in romance either way.

29. Did your lamb take any followers as a partner?

Followers no. They did not take anyone else either but one could still argue the opposite /hj

*Additionally for the last 3 questions, they do value the platonic relationships (or sometimes secret-third-things that do not conform to common labels, take your pick) + family they have more than they could value (or really understand) romance, and that's enough for them to feel fulfilled, or at least as fulfilled as someone in their situation gets. This is also just me hitting them with the arofication/irl projection beam. Can you guess my own stance on romance /j

30. Who is your lamb's second in command or closest follower?

Tulip and Sfish, their two (and only) disciples! Tulip is a black palla cat, Butcher's first follower, and works at the cult's morgue. Sfish is one of the gods who went into hiding during the god war, whom Butch ran into in Anchordeep and eventually befriended. He sometimes helps with crusades and co-leading the cult. He has existed longer than the Goat but is basically our version of the Goat. Sfish is my friend @//maddiespadez's OC and Tulip is also based off my other friend (@//tin1xxia on insta) who helped with parts of her design process + ideas for her story :3

However I think it would be blasphemous not to include the Fox in here as well. Fortunately he's not in the cult, nor does he even know where it is, but he's had quite the influence on certain decisions being made.

31. Is your lamb ever honest about their feelings or past? With who?

No <3 they've mentioned some small aspects of their past to trusted friends, but only one person knows about their whole past, and it's not because they told them.

32. Is your lamb merciful? Did they ever refuse to spare someone? If so, why?

To their loyal followers + their family/friends? Yeah! Very much!! To anyone else? Well let’s just say they hold their grudges.

33. Is your lamb trustworthy?

No!!!!!! That doesn’t always mean they’re actively out to get you or cause you harm, but they will mostly just do whatever they decide is best and not tell you if they know you’d disagree.

34. Is your lamb quick or slow to trust others?

Very slow. They're polite to their followers and the other vendors/npcs, and they obviously do place some trust in them, but they only actually fully trust like three people they've known for centuries, and even then they keep some secrets.

35. If your lamb could pick a cult job other than leader what would it be?

If it was up to them, they would not be working. But if you insist, they'd be either a musician/bard or a lumberjack.

36. Is your lamb a good cook?

They must be at least somewhat good at it to have kept the followers fed in the early days of the cult, but I don't think they have any special talent. They did eat mainly grass and berries before the cult though, so I imagine it was Ratau who lent them a recipe book so they could learn to actually cook for the cult. Also, it's mostly the followers cooking for themselves now, and Butcher doesn't cook any of the food they themselves eat either...so I suppose there is a genuine chance my guy has literally forgotten how to cook after so many centuries of not cooking.

37. Does your lamb let cult members cook or heal or do they restrict them from certain duties?

They have a dedicated cook, I think it's actually Yarlen! And I've not really thought about it, but there's probably doctors too, and followers are expected to handle more trivial/common health issues without help from the leader or their inner circle, but super serious stuff is handled by the disciples due to them having greater experience, being centuries old and all. And also sometimes you gotta keep secrets. Potentially dangerous materials, like mushrooms + ambrosia for example, are also locked away from the access of regular followers.

38. What is your lamb's favorite food or dish?

Heretic hearts were the best. But since we kind of ran out of those a while ago, God Tears or just fresh meat also act as a good replacement.

39. Does your lamb eat meat/fish/eggs?

They exclusively eat follower meat because anything else just doesn't sate them anymore. The Horrors Beyond Mortal Comprehension👍

40. What is your lamb's stance on cannibalism?

It's dangerous and harmful to both your body and your mind and it's entirely prohibited in their cult and discouraged!

...Unless you're Butcher or like 2 of their friends, then it's a-ok. No hypocrisy in this house.

41. What about their stance on torture?

Not worth the time usually, they'd much rather just get things over with if they have to kill someone. There's approximately 5 exceptions to that rule, but even then they were not directly involved in the torture for the most part. Trapping people in the psychological and literal hell that is purgatory can occasionally be an accident.

42. Would your lamb ever kill a cult member?

Yes, and they sure have. They do prefer to dispose of them in ways aren't as messy for them through.

43. How does your lamb deal with dissenters?

Eating them is of no use because they lack any devotion for them to actually feast on. When they were newer to the leader bizz, they lacked the charisma needed to properly reeducate them, and by the time their leader persona improved they had already found a simpler solution, so they don't even bother anymore. Sacrificing them would concern the followers. Killing them directly gets their cloak dirty. So they just lure them away from the cult in the night and throw them to the Fox. It shouldn't do much for him either, but for whatever reason he enjoys it more than them. He is just weird like that...but it has proven useful. It also gives them an excuse to visit him.

44. What is your lamb's favorite weapon? Their least favorite?

They main the battle axe because it was familiar to them from even before the sacrifice. I headcanon the crown defaults to whichever weapon best suits its bearer instead of starting as a sword, so Butcher naturally just got the axe from the beginning. They also like the dagger, but more so for intricate work rather than combat, and they probably enjoy a few other weapons (gun/blunderbust + mace/hammer), but the axe is on top.

I also think their least favourite would actually be the sword. They're so used to wielding heavy weapons that when they try to lift a sword they horribly overshoot it and throw it straight into the ceiling, Noelle Genshin Impact style.

45. Would they ever let a follower embrace their dark desire to eat poop?

No, for hygiene reasons. But also you're getting fed to the wolves for asking that as well, second worst sin after dissent /j

46. What is your lamb's favorite season?

I don't think my AU has seasons, at least not in Butcher's lifetime (because of the whole theory that the god responsible for the seasons changing was killed alongside the others so they just kinda. Froze on the spring/summer we have in-game) but maybe that'll change with the next game update?

47. Is your lamb's favorite color something other than red?

I think it would be green.

48. How does your lamb really feel about death?

Funnily enough, I think they're pretty chill about it most of the time. You live and you die. Unless you're special, then you live and you live. They've gotten used to that cycle a while ago, not much to stress about. The only people they care about now are immortal anyway.

49. Does your lamb use substances? Are substance banned from cult grounds?

[Answered!]

50. Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want!

Well they really love music! They can play the drums and a mandolin as well :3

They're self taught on both of them and way too stubborn to ask for help though, so I assume (especially for the mandolin) that they got good at playing exclusively through years of trial and error and fucking around until something worked. Fortunately, when you're immortal, you get a lot of time to practice. They're hoping to learn more instruments in the future, maybe a lyre or a violin but they'll probably need to find someone to teach them that.

[pikselis]

The 101st Marriage Proposal

(the name is based on real life love hotel which apparently ether don't exit no more or has changed it's name. I thought it was the best name ever. The love hotel's name is based on a movie?)

More pictures in this and this post. Looks so mutch better at night!!

It's CC free, and no Ikea stuff back needed.

You will need CEP.

Some defaults that I have (not required, but pictured):

The road deafult that I’m using ~

The grass default that I’m using ~

Clear class default

I also have resources page that I edit quite frequently.

I dunno if it's ok to share hotel lots. So for safety just download the normal community and -> changelotzoning hotel. I didn't have any issues with just the hotel download so i'm sharing it 🤷‍♂️

DOWNLOAD in two flawors:

Normal Community lot:  MediaFire - Sim File Share

Hotel Lot: MediaFire - Sim File Share

SPECIAL INFO FOR HOTELS: If you want your sims to be able to sleep on the lot use this mod by numenor. I also shared some good to know things about hotel lots in normal hoods in this post -long story short- don't visit hotels with only teens (pretty sure kids are the same), you can't leave and will be stuck. So teens/kids will have to bring adults (makes sense for this build tbo). ALSO! Build this in mind of the NPC EVRYWHERE PATCH -mod. So without it the food place is just empty. This mod will give you free food and place to work.

[silversupremacy]

New TBO short out, go watch it

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star also congrats!

personally: pretty open-minded but also stubborn and ngl hold grudges easily. lowkey a ppl pleaser but we don’t talk abt that. my friends say i’m a good friend but can also be distant when needed :) also infp personally type and libra moon and sun and sagittarius rising. i’m also like a extroverted introvert where i love being around friends and ppl who make me happy but also need alone time

appearance: 5’7 almost 5’8 with blondish brownish hair and hazel eyes- mid size? maybe smaller but i’m around 145-150 lbs and have body dysmorphia so lol

things abt me: love music (am a swiftie and love lana and phoebe bridgers), i love cats and harry potter(specifically marauders if u look at my account), i read a lot and hope to be a writer plus i love books. also love baking

my style is like downtown girl w slight indie/hippie vibes.

i def do have a preference (if u look at my account) but yeah i hope that was enough info and tysm <33

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with! Congrats Kat, you got 1/3 of the special drabbles.

Ink and Secrets

Prompt: A little of enemies to lovers, where you and Remus, two individuals with a history of conflicts, gradually build a mysterious bond through secret notes on books. Word count: 2.6 k Warnings: None, (a bit of enemies to lovers).

Hey love, I ship you with Moony!

The first thing Remus noticed when he met you was your hair; he thought it looked incredibly soft, and when you sat in front of him in Charms, he couldn't help but pull on it.

"Hey!" You complained, and he just gave you the most charming smile you'd ever seen in your life. So you frowned and turned back to pay attention to class.

Later, during your first week, you got paired with Peter in Potions, and you became close. He introduced you to James, Sirius, and, in the end, Remus. Peter wasn't very good at Potions, nor was James, and Sirius was great if he decided he wanted to pay attention to it, but most of the time he didn't. Therefore, the person Peter was always calling over to your table was Remus. It was always Remus. You were not particularly great at Potions either, but you studied extra hard so Peter would stop calling his damned friend. You did not like Remus butting into your business as much as he did. And you stared daggers at him whenever he came up to your table because of Peter's request. Peter was so oblivious to your quarrel with Remus that he even assumed you had a crush on his friend, so he called him over even more often.

"Stop calling him, will you?" You told him one day in the second year while you worked on a particularly complicated potion.

"But I thought you liked him?"

"Like him? Like hell I'd like Remus Lupin! He's an entitled little pushover, I don't wanna see him."

Peter was so impressed with your words that he was speechless; he genuinely thought you had a thing for each other. So eventually, he stopped calling him, and whenever either of you needed any help, you'd call Lily instead. Sooner or later, the famous Gryffindor group was created, and everyone was friends with each other, everyone except for you and Remus. You still kept your distance.

So much distance between the two, that in fourth year when you discovered there was a person who had borrowed the same books as you had at the library, you started to fall for them, completely oblivious to the fact that "Moony" was actually Remus. You started leaving little notes on the books you found, and he would answer them, always diverted to see your opinion. He decided not to tell you he was Moony because he was scared your little secret text exchanges would disappear. He'd even asked the boys to call him by his nickname when you were around.

When you finally discovered Moony was Remus, it was because of James.

"Hey Moons, you're coming to Kat's party, right?" You pulled your head from the book, wondering who James was talking to; Remus ignored James, trying to maintain his identity a secret, "Moons?" he insisted.

Remus finally threw a warning look at James. "Moons?" You asked, not having noticed, since your head was turned back to the boy in question.

"Yeah, short for Moony."

"You know Moony!?"

"Of course I know Moony, it's Remus!" He answered as a matter of fact. Remus banged his head over the table. You turned to him, feeling like you'd been played with, and stormed out of the common room with a frown.

"What's with her?" James asked, confused.

"You're an idiot mate," Remus responded, sighing and looking to the side.

You ran to the library and picked some of the books you and Moony Remus had exchanged notes in, and you cursed yourself for being so dumb. It was obvious it was him, his slightly sloppy handwriting, the way he drew his "a." Moony was Remus, and Remus was Moony, and you wanted to die for falling for his trick. You were too focused on your despair that you didn't realize when Remus entered the library. You only realized it was him when he pulled back a chair and sat down in front of you and all the books. "Hey!"

"You've come to gloat? You got me, I fell for your prank, congratulations!"

He sighed. "I wasn't trying to prank you."

"Yeah, and elephants fly."

"I'm serious, I... didn't tell you it was me because I thought you'd stop exchanging notes. You're not exactly my fan #1."

"Of course, I'm not Remus, but it's not like me either!"

"I do." He corrected.

"You don't! The first thing you did when you met me was pull on my hair!"

He looked at you in shock. "In... the first year?"

"Of course! You don't remember?" You asked, annoyance growing on you.

"I did it because I thought it was... pretty."

You stared directly into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of a joke; he seemed sincere, but then again, he also seemed sincere when he pretended he was someone else. "Don't ever toy with me again, Lupin!" You told him as you stood up and left the library. But once you were back in your room, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his pretty hair and his broad back and how beautiful he actually was. You cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. He's the enemy, you tried to remind yourself. But what if Remus is more like your Moony than he is the Remus you had made up in your head?

You had to get your head off of him, so you decided to go to the kitchens and asked the elves to lend you some space to bake something. They did, a small elf named Jayis had even offered to help you, and between the two of you, you ended up baking a cake, cookies, and even a pie. When you were done, you were even more pissed because you had only managed to make yourself think even more of Remus Lupin. You packed the things you had baked in a box and walked out of the kitchens, quickly realizing it had gone dark. You'd lost track of time.

You tried to maintain yourself in the shadows and hid behind a statue when you heard some steps from behind, but Remus found you.

"Hey luv!" He said with a soft smile.

"Remus." you acknowledged.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you said before turning around and attempting to continue walking. He grabbed onto your arm. And you accidentally dropped the packet of food you carried. You quickly leaned down to pick up the stuff you'd dropped, he did the same, your hands brushing against the other as the two reached for a cookie. You turned to him, with a frown. "What are you playing at, Remus?"

"I'm not playing." He affirmed, tightening his hand around yours, "I like you." You stared at him, trying to decide if it was some sort of trap. "I'm still the same Moony you've been talking to through books. You just hadn't seen that side of me because you never gave me the chance. I had no clue you were still hung up about me pulling your hair."

"Well, that was a rude thing to do!"

He ignored your comment and continued "When I figured we were reading the same books, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you directly; it was easier to talk to you through the books. And you were more than happy to respond to Moony, I…"

"Didn't want it to disappear," you finished, your own feelings perfectly resonating with his feelings. He nodded, and you chuckled lightly. You couldn't believe you'd fallen for Remus Lupin of all people. "At least Moony's handsome; I was scared you'd be someone like Severus."

Remus laughed, but once he caught up with the meaning of your words, he turned to you, asking, "Did you just call me handsome?"

"Please tell me you're not going to be insufferable about it."

He smiled cheekily. "If you kiss me, I'll forget about it." You gasped at his forwardness, and he leaned closer to you. "So?"

You laughed and shook your head, picking up some of the things you'd dropped and placing a quick kiss on his cheek before standing up and running towards the common room. His smile widened as he saw you run, and he stood up, running behind you, a bright smile plastered on his face.

A/N: I hope you liked this little Drabble (came out a lot longer than I had planned, clearly I don't have any sense of self restraint).

Much love, Lilly xx

MASTERLIST

[jamtoasties3316]

motogp riders generally have shorter careers than f1 drivers… motogp riders being mostly omegas and after their careers are over they’re sent to the f1 paddock for the f1 alphas

Oh yes! The motogp riders almost exclusively Omegas (maybe a few betas, sometimes an Alpha if fia has a f1 drivers who is into other alphas) who get to have careers but rather short lived. After proving potential, they are given to f1 drivers as toys or mates because clearly the race potential is there so the pups would be great!

Some Omegas have been destined for a particular alpha from the moment their career started, others have tbo clear match but as long as they are knocked up, everyone is content so they are just given to th3 f1 drivers as toy until their belly is nice and rounc

[bitbot360]

TADC: THE BLACK ONION MASTER POST!

⚠️it's very much a work in progress still so bare with me-⚠️

🎚️What is this au about? Well I'm glad you ask my sentient grey-face!🎚️

⚀ Tadc: The Black onion (or TBO for short) is a game all about redemption baby! For all the sick and twisted fucks out there, TBO has a the right level just for you! The higher lever you get, the worse of a person you are! You scumbag :D!⚀

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The Characters!: P1, P2, P3(still wip) and P4?(maybe?)

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What are the "Levels?"

Level refers to the different realms within the game. They are meant to organize sinners based on certain criteria the souls match. There are 8 levels and the higher the number is, the deeper they would go to.

Level Specifics

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Characters Cards!: Under-construction :(

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Other Cool Shit: nuh uh uhh!(also Under-construction :[)

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Concept stuff: will be updated soonish

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UhhHh thats all I got at the moment- Not really sure what Im gonna add to this or what needs to be added since this au is STILL kinda small? I think? Lmk if I gotta/should add some thingies or if stuff doesn't make sense lol. Anywho I hope you all enjoy of what I have to offer in the future :D! Until then, cya my lil goobers! (was that weird? im sorry if it was weird-)

[unastrawberrywolfartist]

Here's My Own Fan Created Non Canon The Broadcast Objective/TBO Short Film: Lizzie The Bloody Vampire Beet: A The Broadcast Objective Movie.

Transcript: Lizzie the Bloody Vampire: A The Broadcast Objective Movie

[Opening Scene: Exterior - Sunny Day in Transylvania, Romania]

(The camera pans over a picturesque Transylvanian landscape: rolling hills, quaint villages, and a looming gothic castle in the distance. The TBO cast—Apple, Worm, Rachel, and the other 15 contestants—are unloading from a colorful bus, stretching and chattering excitedly.)

Apple (Host):

"Welcome, everyone, to our well-deserved vacation in Transylvania! Land of mystery, culture, and… vampires?"

Worm (Co-Host):

"Uh, Apple, you sure this is safe? I’ve heard some spooky stuff about this place."

Rachel:

"Oh, come on, Worm! It’s just a fun trip. Let’s explore the culture—maybe meet some friendly vampires!"

Lizzie:

(smirking darkly) "Friendly vampires? Heh. We’ll see about that."

(The group heads into a village square where local vampire objects—a candelabra with fangs and a velvet cape-wearing wine bottle—greet them.)

Candelabra Vampire:

"Welcome, travelers! Vampires have roamed these lands for centuries. We’re creatures of the night, sustained by… well, you know." (winks)

Wine Bottle Vampire:

"But don’t worry, we’re civilized now! Mostly. Want to hear about Vlad the Impaler?"

(The cast listens, fascinated, except for Lizzie, who looks intrigued in a sinister way.)

[Scene 2: Night - Exterior of the Dark Gothic Vampire Castle]

(The gang decides to explore the ominous castle. The moon glows full, casting eerie shadows. Inside, cobwebs drape the halls, and bats flutter overhead.)

Rachel:

"This place is creepy… but kinda cool! Look at these old portraits!"

Apple:

"Careful, gang! Let’s stick together—where’s Lizzie?"

(Cut to Lizzie, alone in a shadowy chamber. She finds a dusty mirror and stares at her reflection. Her sharp teeth glint, and she grins wickedly.)

Lizzie:

(to herself) "This place… it’s calling to me. Time to embrace what I really am."

(She stabs a strawberry from her pocket with a dagger, letting the juice drip like blood. She drinks it, chuckling evilly as her eyes glow red and fangs fully emerge. Her body shifts—bat wings sprout, and she cackles.)

Lizzie:

"I’m no mere murderer anymore… I’m Lizzie the Bloody Vampire!"

(She takes flight, switching between bat form and her vampire self, disappearing into the night.)

[Scene 3: Interior - Castle, Moments Later]

(The rest of the cast stumbles into the same chamber, finding the stabbed strawberry and a trail of juice.)

Worm:

"Uh… is that strawberry blood? Guys, something’s wrong!"

Rachel:

"It’s Lizzie. I knew she was up to something! Look—vampire stuff everywhere. We’re in trouble."

(Suddenly, Lizzie swoops in, eyes blazing red, fangs bared.)

Lizzie:

"Surprise, fools! Your blood is mine now!"

(She lunges at Rachel, biting her neck. Rachel screams as the others scatter in panic. Lizzie bites a few more victims— a teacup and a lamp—leaving them dazed.)

Apple:

"She’s a vampire! We’ve got to stop her!"

[Scene 4: Interior - Castle Showdown]

(The gang regroups, armed with anti-vampire gear they’ve scavenged: garlic cloves, a wooden spoon stake, and a rosary made of beads.)

Rachel:

(weak but determined) "She bit me, but I’m not down yet. We need sunlight—that’s her weakness!"

Worm:

"Garlic first! Take this, Lizzie!" (throws garlic, which Lizzie dodges)

Lizzie:

"You think that’ll stop me? I’m unstoppable!" (flies at them, claws out)

(A chaotic fight ensues: Apple swings the rosary, Rachel jabs with the stake, and Worm tosses more garlic. Lizzie laughs maniacally until Rachel spots a window.)

Rachel:

"The sun’s rising! Everyone, get that curtain open!"

(The gang pulls the heavy curtain aside. Sunlight floods in, hitting Lizzie. She screeches, her wings smoking as she collapses, defeated.)

Lizzie:

"Noooo! Curse you all!" (fades into a pile of ash)

[Closing Scene: Exterior - Sunny Day in Transylvania]

(The cast, battered but relieved, enjoys the rest of their vacation. They’re laughing, eating local snacks, and taking selfies in the village.)

Apple:

"Well, that was… eventful. Who’s ready to head home?"

Rachel:

"After Lizzie? Definitely. But Transylvania’s pretty cool—minus the vampire part."

Worm:

"Next vacation: somewhere with zero castles. Deal?"

(They all laugh as the bus rolls up. The camera pans to the castle, where a single bat flutters away, hinting at a possible return. Fade to black.)

[End Credits Roll]

I Hope You Like This Short Film!

[optionperks]

73% IPOs trading above issue price as primary market shines in H1, four turn multibaggers

After a hectic last year, the domestic IPO market continued its momentum through this year as well with as many as 34 listings so far in the first half. This was higher than the debuts seen in H1 of previous year.

The fundraising of Rs 26,272 crore, however fell short of the previous two years likely due to the absence of mega issues. Investors' reception also remained positive with only one failed IPO.

These are Jyoti CNC Automation, Exicom Telecom, TBO Tek and JNK India. Jyoti CNC saw a healthy response to the IPO with an oversubscription of 40 times and the stock is currently trading 300% over the offer price.

Meanwhile, the shares of Exicom Telecom, TBO Tek and JNK India are higher by 220%, 107% and 100%, respectively above the IPO price.

Other notable mentions in the list include, Bharti Hexacom -- one of the marquee IPOs this year --- whose shares are trading 96% higher than the offer price. BLS E Services and Let Travenues Technologies are other companies, which are doing well at the bourses with a gain of at least 60% from the issue price.

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star :

very funny/makes jokes, sarcastic, can be closed off but only about backstory, sweet, can be cute but mainly sarcastic

slim with freckles on my back, 5’6-5’7ish [people putting they’re elbows on my shoulders like they’re a table or stand is shockingly hot okay 😭], short black hair, shockingly blue eyes that are apparently pretty

writing [fanfiction omfg], reading [romance novels]

open to polyamorous relationships

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I ship you with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. You have been friends with the boys since you started Hogwarts. You really enjoy hanging out with them, and they equally enjoy your company, especially because they find you absolutely hilarious, yet also very small? Sirius used to say you were like an evil squirrel, too cute to pose a threat, but with claws sharp enough to blind someone.

"Hey Moons," you said one day while chilling with him, both of you engrossed in reading your respective books, both of your feet rested on the boy's lap. Sirius lounged nearby, lost in his music.

"Yes, dove?"

"What do you think about poly relationships?"

"Poly… what?!" Remus asked, confused, peering up from his book.

Sirius laughed from the side, “Means you’re dating more than one person at the same time. Of course everyone is aware of it,” he explained. "Why the sudden interest, Fluffs?"

Sirius had playfully given you the nickname shortly after likening you to a squirrel. Originally it had been "Flufftail," but he thought it sounded to much like Wormtail and he didn’t want to aoscieate you with him, so he switched it to Fluffs.

"Oh, it's just this book," you said, indicating the one you held, "It's about a poly relationship. Seemed like an intriguing conversation starter."

"Well, I'd give it a shot," Sirius chimed in.

"Shocking!" you teased.

"Only with the right people, though."

"I've seen you hook up with plenty of girls, what do you mean 'the right people'?"

"Hooking up isn't the same as having a relationship, Fluffs. You'd know if you tried," he said, smirking and gesturing for you to come closer with a suggestive smile. Instead, you threw a pillow at his face.

"I guess I’d have to test it to give my opinion," Remus replied with a nonchalant shrug, returning to his book.

"I guess it's the same for me," you mused.

Suddenly, Sirius had an idea, a metaphorical lightbulb illuminating his brain. "Let's do it!"

"Do what?" you asked, perplexed.

"Let's test it, the three of us."

"Like a throuple?" you questioned with a slight frown.

"Exactly, a throuple!" he affirmed. "We'd be exclusive with each other and see how it goes."

"For how long?" you inquired, setting aside your book.

"Three months."

"You won't last three months without hooking up with someone."

"What do you mean without hooking up? I'd have both Remus and you! I could kiss your pretty faces whenever I want. Sounds perfect to me."

"Now you're just trying to charm me into it."

"And is it working?"

"A little," you admitted, smiling. "What about you, Remus?"

"Count me in," the boy responded, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

Long story short, those three moths extended into six, and those 6 into a year, and eventually you all decided that you'd just stay together, you just didn't want to go back to how things were before. Becasue this, this was perfect.

A/N: Hope you like this darling, I had lot's of fun writting it!

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

MASTERLIST

[snailtowne]

In case anon (or anyone else for that matter) sees this -- here's a short list of incredible, worthwhile shows from the last two years:

The Broadcast Objective

TBO capitalizes on the "show" part of object shows, though as the plot develops it seems like this production is not what it seems -- and there are other, darker games at play here, too.

Coco-Cup's Risk

Coco-Cup's risk is (as I've said before, and I'll say it again) one of the most fascinating, unique take on the concept of living objects. Non-competition, revolving around a small cast of objects as they struggle to understand what exactly is going on.

(I'd also like to say that this show is EXTREMELY under-seen. Please watch it. I need people to go insane over it with)

Love of the S*n

Love of the S*n is a fascinating non competition show that explores ... honestly I'm not entirely sure yet, but I'm here for it nonetheless. Not only greatly appealing in its plot, but in its beautiful artstyle as well!

Give them a chance! Maybe you'll find one to your liking :3

modern shows are kinda lacklustre and i can see why people stick to the “og’s”

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[transurgender]

OH YEAH here's the full character portraits for that previous post btw

[kentuckywrites]

TBOS: Siren AU

Captain Fudge Carson of the RSV Deniable and his crew come across treacherous waters full of sirens. When one pulls Fudge overboard, his crew saves them both, and an unlikely friendship is formed. 

The seas preached danger in the night, their waves signals of a threat beneath the surface. Captain Fudge Antonio Carson knew this danger all too well, and as his trusty ship plowed through the water, he kept his eyes glued downwards to the waves below. The sirens never once thought about how their shadows would reflect against the ocean surface, no matter how many times they attacked the incoming ships down this route. His harpoon gun in hand, Fudge turned to face his second in command, a stern and powerful woman named Rebecca Emeraldia, whose focus was set straight ahead of her.

“Perfect weather for sirens,” Fudge commented with a sigh, the skies stormy and dark above their heads, “I’d tell the others to hide. Things will get messy.”

“And what of yourself, Captain?” Rebecca asked.

He smirked. “I’ll be more than alright. Remember, their song doesn’t affect me. Only those who have a particular desire for women.”

“Yes, Captain,” She said before turning heel and walking down the stairs to the major portion of the deck, where the crew were preparing the ship for what was to come. They all knew these waters now, what fate they would encounter if they didn’t take the right precautions. The sirens were cunning with their songs, but they had all been taught in the naval academy that all sirens were female, that they could only seduce men. He was one of three men aboard; the other two knew they had to hide. The other four crew members were female, and he believed that their combined strength would be enough to navigate, at first. But the first night they’d sailed this route together, he had almost lost two of them to the sirens’ clutches. It turned out that men weren’t the only target - it was any man or woman who had a sexual preference for women.

It was a good thing that Fudge was gay.

He never stated it outright to his crew, but he got the feeling they already knew. A gay man, one of the most renouned captains to sail the Tilapitas Sea. Now that was something that would make the front headlines of the newspaper. But it didn’t need to. It wasn’t something to write about, not to Fudge. He was content being praised for his work and continuing to live up to everyone’s expectations. He hadn’t even been shooting for a promotion when the academy promoted him to captain. He had gone into the academy looking to become a ship technician, someone to fix the damages on the high seas, but being a captain? Now that was more of a challenge for him, and a challenge he had accepted in a heartbeat. 

Fudge heard Rebecca commanding the crew members who were targets to head inside, put their earplugs in, get some good rest. When he turned around from his position on watch, she and Chloe remained on the deck, staring up at Fudge. Chloe was almost finished adjusting the sails for the new decrease in wind speed; her hands shook on the rope line she was loosening. She was the youngest crew member on board, having just graduated from the naval academy, and she was the younger sister of Eric, one of Fudge’s best crewmen. She hadn’t yet found her place on board and was following everyone’s footsteps where she could. Fudge admired her willingness to learn and couldn’t help but be reminded of himself in his first days onboard a ship when he looked at her. This would be her third night dealing with siren-infested waters.

“Alright you two, you know the drill,” Fudge told them, leaving his self-determined post to step down to the deck and address them, “Eyes on the water, harpoon guns drawn. If either of you need help at any point, scream as loud as you can and we’ll come running. Do NOT, under any circumstances, try anything brave. This is about survival, not heroics.”

“Yes, Captain,” They sounded off in unison. Rebecca walked off to the right side of the ship, removing her harpoon gun off of her back holster as a gentle breeze pushed her hair to the side. Chloe remained, hands letting go of the rope she was holding. 

“Ah, Fudge - I mean, Captain?”

“Yes, Chloe?” Fudge said.

“Have you, um...have you lost anybody to the sirens before? Other crew members?”

“No one so far,” He told her, “Let’s hope it stays that way. Just remember what you learned and you’ll be fine. Rebecca and I are both here if things get hairy.”

“Thank you,” She said with a nod before going to her post on the left side of the ship, drawing her harpoon gun with hands still shaking. Fudge walked up the back stairs to the ship’s steering wheel, his hands floating over the wooden pegs. They were maintaining a straight course through the sirens’ territory, a somewhat rocky outcropping created by ancient volcanic activity. The island they were sailing for wasn’t far, but that made it all the more perfect for sirens to attack. 

They went silent and remained silent, even when they had made it to the heart of the rocky outcrop. Fudge’s hands were steady on the wheel, pushing gentle turns as to avoid any damages to the ship. He’d navigated this terrain what felt like a hundred times before, and he’d navigate it a hundred more times before his retirement. He’d be damned if things didn’t go smoothly.

After passing through the first half of the outcrop, the sirens began to sing. He heard the song, but they only sounded like whispers to his ears. Chloe twitched at her post but remained steadfast, and Rebecca hardly flinched. Fudge smiled to himself. The worst would soon be over.

But then he heard something new. Amongst the whispers of siren songs, there came a new set of vocals, deeper, filled with anguish. Fudge’s eyes widened as the music reached his ears. Was this a siren? No, it couldn’t be, they couldn’t affect him. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Chloe, who yelled as if on cue.

“Siren abeam to starboard!”

Fudge acknowledged her with a stern nod. “Watch it. If it comes too close, shoot it. We’re not having any attacks tonight.”

“Yes, Captain!”

And so she returned to her watchful duty, all while Fudge racked his brain for the reason why he could hear the one song above all else. Was this a new breed of siren, perhaps? Curiosity got the better of him, and he jogged down the stairs towards Chloe, his harpoon gun drawn and at the ready.

“Do you hear it?” Fudge asked her.

“The one song that’s louder than the others? I do,” She admitted.

“This is the first time I’ve heard it, I don’t -”

And that was when the water shifted beneath them. Fudge looked down at the waves, and there it was. A siren, figure distorted beneath the water, a pair of glowing purple eyes easily mistaken for stars, had it not been a cloudy night. Without hesitation Fudge aimed his harpoon gun over the deck, finger hovering over the trigger, waiting patiently for the siren’s next move. This was the one singing; the song felt so close to him now, clawing at his skin, begging for him to jump in, to give up his mortal life. Even though this one pulled at his heart in a way the others couldn’t, Fudge resisted the pull.

“Captain?” Chloe pulled his attention away for a second, and when Fudge’s eyes returned to the siren, it had surfaced above the waves. Its glowing eyes were clearer now, but what was also clear was the fact that this was no ordinary siren. 

“You’re a male siren,” Fudge breathed, gun still pointed at the siren’s head, “Fascinating. The navy’s going to have a field day with this.”

Keeping his stare dead on the siren, he ordered Chloe, “Wake the others and get the fishing net. I want this one on board.”

He could sense Chloe’s hesitation. “What? Why?”

“We’ve never encountered or logged an experience with a male siren in all of history,” He said, “I’m not passing up the chance to learn more about him. This information could be crucial for the navy.”

“Yes, Captain,” And off Chloe went to retrieve the others. 

Fudge started to observe the siren, who he realized was staring just as intently as him. The siren’s hair was dark, his skin pale and slicked with seawater, and even from this distance Fudge could tell his tail was long and powerful. But that detail was obscured not just by the water. There was a dark cloud surrounding him beneath the waves, and upon closer inspection, Fudge realized what it was.

The siren was bleeding.

There were wounds all over his body, scrapes and cuts of all shapes and sizes along his torso and arms. One had even pierced his face, leaving a scratch along his cheek. Fudge’s harpoon gun lowered, his brow furrowing. The siren hadn’t attacked him even though he was in clear view. The siren only sang, only watched. Was it...was it asking for help? No, that was more impossible than the fact that male sirens existed. But Fudge couldn’t help but wonder what was stopping the siren from attacking. 

He wasn’t sure what was keeping his crew so long to get the net, but something compelled him to lower his hand for the siren to take. Fudge was convinced that this wasn’t the song at work, no, this was of his own volition. The crew were taking too long and a siren was hurt. The siren watched him extend his arm and hand out, and though the distance between them was still great, the siren leapt forward and took his hand as the water parted around him. Fudge’s hand wrapped around the siren’s wrist, trying to maintain a good grip on his wet skin without falling overboard. He heard his crew behind him yelling commands to each other, prompting Fudge to call out to them.

“The siren’s bleeding! Quick, help me!”

Rebecca came on his left side and Cicada approached his right, both holding two of the ends of the net. Rebecca saw what he was trying to do and immediately dropped the net, screaming, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m not entranced, I promise!” Fudge responded, throwing his harpoon gun to the ground so he could use both hands to keep the siren in his grasp, “Just help me get him on board!”

And finally his strength faltered, and his feet were no longer on solid ground. He toppled over the side of the ship and landed back first into the water, his hand slipping from the siren’s. As the ocean embraced him, Fudge was hit with a wave of incredible cold, and his arms wrapped around his body, his legs curling up to his stomach. His eyes squeezed tight as he sank, with little care about returning to the surface.

Hands pressed against his cheeks, holding his face. When Fudge’s eyes opened he was met with the glowing gaze of the siren, whose face was mere inches away from his. Fudge released a breath in surprise, bubbles flying up and out of his mouth. The siren saw this loss of crucial oxygen and swam around him, his long arms wrapping around Fudge’s torso. He unwrapped himself and the siren dragged him up towards the surface, where the shadow of a net loomed close over their heads. Fudge drifted out of consciousness just as they broke the surface.

~

When Fudge woke up again, it was unceremonious. His eyes opened to the familiar wooden boards of the ceiling, under the blankets of his own bed. A window was open to his right, allowing the sun to shine on his covered legs. He yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms outwards. How long had it been since he’d gotten a proper night’s sleep? He shook his head, trying to remember all of the details from the night before. Fudge had made it on board, that much was clear, but what had happened to the siren? He pushed himself out of bed, intent on finding out. 

Fudge made his way upstairs and towards his quarters, ignoring the fact that he was wearing nothing but a simple white shirt and shorts, stripped of his uniform. He opened the door to his quarters and found Eric hunched over a tall table, a roll of gauze in his hands. A long purple tail decorated the end of the table that Eric’s silhouette wasn’t covering. The siren. Eric had dressed most of the siren’s wounds. There were more bandages wrapped around his body than Fudge thought there’d be, around his torso and his arms and his tail. Eric smiled as Fudge approached the table, wrapping up the spare gauze in his hands. 

“He’s been through hell and back,” Eric observed, “I don’t know what could’ve done this kinda damage to him. Maybe other sirens, maybe a sea monster.”

“We won’t find out until he wakes up,” Fudge said, “Do we have the tank set up? I’d rather not keep him out of the water for too long.”

“Putting him in the tank isn’t the best of ideas right now, not when I’ve applied a good chunk of ointment to his wounds, and the bandages aren’t exactly waterproof. I’d recommend keeping him out on dry land for at least today so I can see how his wounds heal.”

Fudge nodded in understanding. “Alright. Still, ask the others to set up the tank here in my office. I’ll keep watch over him while you work.”

“Are you sure, Captain?” Eric finished putting away his medical supplies, “I mean, he almost...when he pulled you over last night -”

“He didn’t kill me then, and I didn’t fall overboard because of his song,” Fudge reassured him, “If anything, I’d like to be the first to question him when he wakes up. There’s so much I want to know - that we need to know.”

Eric sighed, unsure of how to answer. Fudge didn’t blame him - they’d all been trained to be wary of the sirens, and having one on board put a raw and heavy feeling inside Fudge’s chest. He swallowed to alleviate some of the tension as Eric answered.

“Just yell for any of us if it looks like trouble, Captain. Remember what they say about handling sirens -”

“The more, the merrier,” Fudge chuckled, “Now get back out there and take your post.”

Eric nodded and left without another word, and when the door shut behind him Fudge took a deep breath, exhaling out his mouth. He had a spare uniform stowed away in his desk, so once he changed and patted down the folds, he returned to the siren’s side. Its eyes were closed, but the steady rise and fall of its chest gave away the fact that it was breathing. Sirens were mammals, like their upper bodies suggested, and they still needed air to breathe. The navy had used that to their advantage when it came to the hunts last year. 

Turning away, Fudge sat down at his desk, staring at the blank sheets of paper on his desk. The amount of paperwork this would entail was astronomical. Better to get started on it now while he waited for the siren to regain consciousness. He arranged the loose papers before him, grabbing his quill to begin writing. Every so often he glanced up at the siren to see if there was any noticeable movement, but every time he did, nothing had changed. The siren still slept soundly, chest rising and falling with every breath. Fudge eventually concluded he wouldn’t be waking up any time soon and kept his focus on his work. 

At one point he realized that the report would likely need a visual reference, seeing as this siren was completely new and foreign to naval history. Fudge looked back up at the siren, still sleeping, and attempted to eyeball what he looked like. Half human, half fish - a strong torso, a long and powerful purple tail that shone in the sunlight, fins attached to his outer arms and poking out of where his ears should have been. Long black hair that had fluffed out with the absence of water, and glowing indigo eyes that could pierce the darkness of the night, staring into him with such a curiosity that -

Wait a minute.

Fudge blinked a couple times, realizing that the siren’s eyes had opened. They stared at each other in silence, neither moving for quite some time. Fudge eventually returned his quill to the inkwell and folded his hands on the desk, careful not to smudge the drying ink on his papers.

“Good morning. This must be something of a shock to you.”

The siren’s gaze shifted down to its body, noticing the bandages wrapped around his arms and torso. He lifted his arm to get a better view of one of the wraps on his hand, obscuring his eyes from Fudge’s view. Fudge stood up, walking around his desk and approaching the siren.

“We had one of our medical officers patch you up. When we found you, you were seriously injured. What attacked you?”

He kept his voice stern, though his curiosity was killing him inside. The siren’s gaze returned to him, lowering his arm back down to the table. His expression never changed, and he made no move to speak. Fudge wondered if the siren could even understand what he was saying, if his questions were falling on deaf ears.

The siren extended his arm outwards again, towards Fudge. A faint hum emanated from his throat, and though it was weak, Fudge felt his heart beating underneath his uniform, his shoulders stiffening. He took a cautious step back, unsure of what the siren was trying to do, scared that in this moment that he’d be taken advantage of. He wasn’t about to let an injured siren kill him on his own ship. When he stepped back, however, the siren paused his quiet hum, and something in his expression shifted towards hurt, hurt not from his wounds. His arm retracted ever so slightly, still holding on to some unknown hope. Fudge tried to piece two and two together and decided that maybe, just maybe, this siren was trying to do something that wasn’t harmful. He’d saved his life last night, after all, and there was something so gentle about his movements, so innocent and peaceful.

Fudge walked back towards the siren, taking his hand in his own. The siren’s skin was cold to the touch, mostly dry now that he’d been out of the water for so long. The siren grinned, showing a hint of sharp teeth underneath his lips. He hummed a few quiet notes, and Fudge felt his body relax. There was no imminent danger besides the one he was imagining. 

“This is unlike anything I’ve ever done before,” Fudge mumbled, “Holding hands with a siren...who knew?”

The siren tilted his head, now lifted slightly off the table. He continued to hum, a low and quiet tune that still hit Fudge’s ears with an uncanny strength. Of course he’d never expected to encounter a male siren, but he had to admit that it made sense that he was bewitched by the song. It wasn’t to the point of being controlled, but to the point where he acknowledged its power, what the song could make him do if the siren sang any louder. On edge, Fudge released his hand from the siren’s, trying to maintain his stern tone from before.

“Can you even understand me? Can you speak English?”

The siren blinked, the song continuing. He nodded once, and only once. 

“So you can only understand me but not speak English?” Fudge tried to put together the pieces.

The siren nodded once again.

“That’s good to know...well, ah, how about this. I’ll give you a few questions, you answer yes or no by shaking your head.” When the siren looked puzzled, Fudge added on, “It’s not often that we have sirens on board. I’ll admit, this is in part due to my own curiosity, and in part to document this encounter.”

The siren nodded at that, and Fudge took a step back, pressing the outer edge of his pointer finger into his chin. What would the navy want to know first? What did Fudge want to know first? He decided to try and mix the two together.

“So, do you know what attacked you? We found you injured last night, but we couldn’t tell what hurt you.”

The siren nodded once, his hum growing sad and wistful. Fudge wanted specifics, so he tried a few different options.

“Were you attacked by a shark?”

The siren shook his head.

“A sea monster?”

A hum mimicking a laugh, then he shook his head.

“By one of your own kind?”

Another head shake.

“Did humans do this?”

And there it was, the nod of confirmation. Fudge wasn’t sure why he was surprised to see that he was right, but after a moment of silence he concluded that it was because the siren was so trusting at first, that if humans had indeed attacked him, then why would he go to humans for help? Fudge adjusted his goggles, biting his lower lip in thought. This didn’t make sense, but it wasn’t like he could ask for the specifics.

“So humans attacked you. I, um...I’m sorry about that. I know that probably doesn’t mean much, coming from me, but…”

The siren smiled, an understanding in his eyes. The song grew louder, and something in Fudge’s stomach went heavy, as if he’d eaten a stone that gravity was trying to reclaim. He couldn’t deny that the siren was beautiful, but he tried to shake himself clean of the thoughts, attributing the sudden interest to the power of the song. 

“So are there more male sirens out there?” Fudge continued his questions, doing everything in his power to seem unfazed by the song.

The siren hesitated before nodding, and Fudge’s eyes widened. “Really! This is the first time we’ve ever seen a male siren before. You guys are good at hiding, though I’m curious why this is our first time seeing you considering your kind lure people down to the water for a midnight snack.”

He chuckled at his own little joke, but the siren’s expression shifted to a scowl. Even though it was hard to tell due to his pupiless eyes, Fudge could see his gaze shift away and the song took a sharp turn in key.

“You can’t be mad at me for stating the obvious,” Fudge protested, “Sirens eat humans. They have for a thousand years and will continue for a thousand more.”

He didn’t know it was possible, but the siren’s shift in song sent a crackling noise through Fudge’s ears, like a swarm of bees had surrounded him, invading his mind and all his senses. He didn’t have to understand the siren’s language to know that this was frustration, this was an anger beneath the surface. 

“Moving on, then…” Fudge said, his limbs tense. “I suppose I’m rude for not asking this first, but do you have a name?”

The buzzing noise resided, prickling at the back of Fudge’s mind. The siren nodded once, and his mouth opened as if he were about to speak. Instead of words, a screech emanated from his throat, and Fudge covered his ears from the added pain. Well, that explained not being able to speak English. The siren quickly silenced himself when he saw Fudge growing agitated, and a soft hum indicated something close to an apology. Fudge straightened his spine, sighing.

“Is there any way you could tell me what your name is without doing that again?”

The siren raised a hand to his mouth, hiding its melodic giggles. It was a heartwarming thing, one that sent Fudge into a panicked blush. It was getting harder to resist this siren’s song - perhaps there was something about the male siren’s song that was more powerful than the female’s? He would have to investigate that at a later date.

The siren then pointed to Fudge’s desk, towards the inkwell and the parchment he’d been writing on minutes ago. Fudge couldn’t hide his surprise. “You can write?”

When the siren nodded, Fudge shrugged and walked briskly to his desk, picking up a spare piece of paper and one of his more well-used ink pens. He carried those in one hand, and the inkwell in the other. By the time he looked back to the siren, he’d propped himself up on the table so that he was sitting upright. His tail swished against the ground, long enough that it stretched out a decent ways from the table. In the light of the golden sun, his scales were a dark indigo sky, stars that came out of hiding to dance in the break of day. Fudge’s return was slow, for he found himself admiring those scales, wondering why he still felt entranced despite the pause in the siren’s song.

“Here you go,” Fudge placed the paper and inkwell onto the table to the siren’s left, but he held the pen so that he could give it to the siren directly. He smiled, finally showing his wide array of pointed teeth, and when he reached for the pen their fingers touched for the briefest of moments. His hand had been cold before, but now the contact left Fudge warm and wanting.

The siren bent over, albeit somewhat awkwardly, over the parchment. His grip on the pen was forced, but he still managed to write with the ink, though his letters were slow. When he finally sat back up, he gestured to the paper, and Fudge saw a single word, written in incredibly messy handwriting.

Pong’netai-opta.

Fudge frowned. “Pong...net eye...ahpta?”

The siren nodded quickly, excited. Fudge bit his lip, knowing he was going to butcher that name every time he said it.

“Is there...do you have any nicknames? Something a little shorter? That’s a bit of a mouthful…”

He blinked once before returning to the paper, crossing lines through his name until only five letters remained. They spelled out “Pongo”. 

“Pongo!” Fudge chirped, “Do you mind if I call you that?”

Pongo raised his hands, staring down at them with a strange concentration. Then he created fists with them before raising both thumbs up. Fudge watched how he grew excited with his own discoveries, his own memories. How had he learned how to give a thumbs-up? Was that something sirens did too?

He supposed he would have time to learn more. After all, Pongo seemed sociable enough. 

“Right then, Pongo, I’m Captain Fudge Carson of The RSV Deniable,” Fudge stuck out his hand to shake again, secretly hoping Pongo would take it so he could feel that warmth again. 

Instead, Pongo’s mouth opened, and a similar screech to before echoed through the room. Fudge flinched, but grew curious when he realized that it sounded like Pongo had said his name. Straightening his spine, he offered another smile as Pongo took his hand again and they shook.

“Perhaps I’ll teach you how to speak English while you’re recovering - it’s the least I can do for you after you saved my life. For now, I do believe we’ll get along swimmingly.”

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heyy, the last kdrama I saw airing was Run to you and after that I was off the kdrama game for a while. Since I trust you and your top tier taste can you recommend me smth that I could watch? Is there something that you loved or what is airing currently that is good enough for you;D? everything suits me actually so thank you a lot in advance!!<33

OK I was toooootally going to say you should watch Hometown Cha Cha Cha since it's so close to the feels of Run On...

but with the whole Kim Seon Ho scandal going around right now imma put a pause on that for now...

I still really loved Hometown Cha Cha Cha for so many reasons more than just the main couple, but it's really hard to watch a rom com lead knowing that they might be a jerkface. I'm sure more news will be released in the next day or two before we all jump to conclusions either way.

UGH his scandal totally hijacked your ask anon!

First off, thank you so much for saying such lovely things about my taste! I really do like to think of myself as a garbage human who just loves romance lol.

Since you haven't seen much since Run On, I'll rec a few I loved!

Rom/coms and Romance I loved since Run On:

A Piece of Your Mind (Soft couple alert)

Into The Ring (Goo Se Ra for President!)

My Roommate is a Gumiho (for the second couple and Lee Dam!)

Where Your Eyes Linger (still my favorite bl)

Light On Me (actually this one is now my favorite bl)

Imitation (this one is garbage fluff tbo)

Other Great K-Dramas since Run On:

Beyond Evil (super dark)

The Great Shaman Go Doo Shim (short and fun!)

Sell Your Haunted House (good solid ghost story)

Flower of Evil (the romance, the mystery!)

Extracurricular (amazing!)

The Uncanny Counter (underdog super heros, found family)

I hope this isn't TOO many recs! If you're unsure, try A Piece of Your Mind, Flower of Evil or Into The Ring - You'll probably like one of those three!

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hey luvv!! can i please request a romantic matchup for marauders era :) ? you don't have to rush it, take your time in writing! 🪽💕🌸🤍

i'm a capricorn, infp, and an asexual sapphic. though i don't mind being matched up with a man because i'm sapphic and not lesbian :) maybe you can match me both with a girl and a boy hehehh

i'm 173 cm, i have brown long hair (with bangs) and brown eyes. i love doing skincare/just taking care of my body. i love the colour pink! i'm quite girly and feminine. my clothing style is basically this fashion brand called ozlana. i love wearing pearl jewelleries. i feel prettiest when i do my hair well. i also love barbie fashion! i'd love to be a fashion designer and have my own fashion boutique one day.

i'm a good listener and i can understand people well. i consider myself as open minded. i'm a huge feminist (gender equality and really just social equality in general 🫶) and i resent people that makes fun of others for being excited over something they love. i love reading (preferably english classics). i love the wizard of oz a lot. i would love someone who respects women and a gentleman.

i consider myself as quite smart :) (don't wanna be too self indulgent tho). my hobbies are reading, stargazing, and making dresses/clothing. i love plants and flowers <3 i also love fruits! my favs are strawberry, grapes, and blueberry. i enjoy baking too! love making french desserts recipes. i'm scared of being a failure. my biggest fear actually. so i tend to push myself as hard as i can to ace what i want.

i think that's all!! don't wanna make this too long. if you don't want to write this then i totally understand 🌸🤍💕🪽🫧

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form &lt;3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Chasing Butterflies

Pairing: James x Lily x reader Prompt: The story of how you ended up dating James and Lily. Word count: 1.5 k Warnings: None, (bit angsty / what feels like unrequited love but actually isn't).

Hey beatiful! I ship you with Lily and James! The first time you saw Lily, you thought she was the prettiest girl you’d seen in the world. She was wearing this beautiful flowery pink dress and looked so in awe of everything around her that you couldn't help but stare. Having been born into a magical family, it was interesting to see it from a different perspective. You were just about to approach her when she said hi to a disagreeable-looking boy that stared down at you as you took a step forward, which deterred you from doing so. Instead, you scurried away inside the train. That’s where you met James Potter and Peter Petegrew.

James was a very well-spoken boy who saw you wandering the train by yourself and invited you to sit along with him and his friend. He had been the one to introduce you to Peter and had also bought a bunch of treats for everyone once the Trolley Witch came around. James had been so nice to you that day that you felt like a princess. When both of you were put in the same house, you became close. James was always really, really nice to you, and you liked that about him, especially compared to the way his friends treated you - Sirius always trying to flirt and Peter being so awkward all the time. You also became close with Remus, and he would lend some of his muggle books, and you would borrow some magical ones to him. It became a habit, and Sirius would call you both nerds for it. You didn’t mind it all that much; you knew it was all playful banter.

In 5th year, when you discovered your passion for making clothes, the first person you told was Lily. You politely asked her if you could design a dress for her, and she felt honored. Once you handed her the dress, she instantly put it on, and it fit her like a glove. That weekend, when you went to Hogsmeade, she wore the dress, and even though you thought she looked absolutely lovely, you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach whenever you realized people were staring at her. It was as if you didn’t want them to look, and their staring was affecting you somehow.

“That sounds an awful lot like jealousy to me,” Remus had told you. You gasped in that moment, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe you didn’t just like Lily as a friend. Maybe you liked, like her. Romantically liked her. And it made you feel miserable because you were very aware, like pretty much the entire school, that James was absolutely hung up on her.

At Marlenes’s party, organized by Mary a year later, someone had the brilliant idea of playing spin the bottle. When Lily had to kiss Marlene, she didn’t budge, which made you both jealous but also a little curious. Could that mean Lily was interested in girls too?

You, in turn, had to kiss James, and even if he was your friend, you had to admit he was a really good kisser. You were both panting a little when you separated and awkwardly went back to your places in the circle. From that day on, James stuck to you like gum, following you around and carrying your books and bag a lot more often than he did before. And even if you appreciated how nice he was, making you feel like a princess again, you were also bothered because you felt like you were his second choice, his consolation prize after he gave up on chasing after Lily.

“I’m not a pity prize, James!” You told him one day as he tried to hold your hand.

He looked at you, hurt in his face. “I’d never see you as one, kitten. I thought you knew.”

You looked at him taken aback. “What about Lily?”

He averted your gaze. “She… She’s like a star. Unreachable.”

“And I am within reach, right?” You continued, a little angry still.

“That’s not what I…”

“James, I like her too!” You somehow blurted out.

He looked at you in shock, eyes wide open as you told him the truth. “You like–" he started, confused "–like I do?”

You looked to the side and nodded. “Yes! Like you do.”

“And you don’t like boys like that?”

“I… I wouldn’t say that either…”

“Then what’s the issue?” He said, reaching for your hand again. You stared at him with a frown, thinking of pulling your hand away. But his hand was warm, and just as James always did, it made you feel nice too.

Both you and James started to spend a lot more time together since then. People would find him sitting beside you at dinner and in some classes. He made sure to always keep some kind of contact with you, whether it was holding your hand, having his arm over your shoulder, or a hand on your waist. You actually grew to like it; you felt appreciated and loved. Maybe you really weren’t a second choice to him, maybe he really had chosen you over Lily.

But then it was Halloween, and somehow you convinced him to dress as Ken while you'd dress up as Barbie. You designed both of your outfits, and he even hung out with you while you were sewing and adding beads and glitter to both of your costumes. Even Peter was helping you with the costumes, since you’d promised to help him with his. You were all sitting in the common room, and you were on the floor, sitting between James’ legs and resting your head on his chest as you sewed some details onto a coat when Lily walked in.

You smiled and waved at her, but she just looked at the two of you, looking hurt, and stormed out. “What’s with her?” Peter asked with a shrug. You and James looked at each other with a frown and nodded, both getting up and chasing after her.

“Lily!” You shouted as she picked up the pace.

“I’ll take a short cut,” James told you. “We’ll intercept her.”

Soon enough, James was blocking Lily from the front, and you stopped her from behind. “Hey! Lils, stop running, will you?” You told her, breath a little ragged, as she tried to walk past you. Her eyes started to water, and you looked at her concerned, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Hey love, what’s wrong?” You asked.

She started to cry then, and your heart broke. Whatever you had done, you were sure to never ever do it again; you could not bear to see her cry. James looked as mortified as you did.

“Evans,” he said, not daring to place a hand on her, like you already had. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asked softly.

“I… I don’t know… I…” She started between sobs. “I just, I suddenly felt so angry at the two of you being together like that. I just… I didn’t…. I’m an asshole.” She said as she placed her hands over her face to hide it from the two of you.

Realization hit you like a truck. “You like James,” you said dryly. James looked shocked at the two of you. “You’re jealous.” You said with a bitter laugh. “I’ll leave you to talk,” you said as you started to leave.

Lily finally raised her head from her hand and shook her head, you couldn't be more wrong. She grabbed your arm. "I wasn't jealous of you!" You turned surprised. "I wanted to be James!" You looked at the two of them, shocked. James looked so confused in that moment; if it hadn't been for the situation, you would've loved to capture that expression in a picture. "Or rather, there, like… in between the two."

You looked at her even more shocked. "Does that mean you like… both me and–"

"–Me?" James finished.

Lily just looked at the two of you in desperation. "See? I AM an asshole!"

You shook your head and exchanged a glance with James. He nodded, and the two of you embraced Lily in a tight hug. You buried your head on Lily’s shoulder, relishing in the smell of her signature lavender perfume, while James wrapped his long arms around the two of you, drawing you both towards his chest. From that moment on, the three of you somehow started dating each other. Lily was the perfect companion; she understood and related to all of your girly needs, gifting you a pearl necklace on your birthday and wearing all the dresses you made for her. James always cared for the two of you like you were goddesses, giving you the best cuddles in the world and enjoying all the desserts you prepared for him. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you baked. You were so happy together; you almost couldn’t believe it was real. But it was, and it was beautiful.

A/N: Hey sweetie! I really hope you enjoy this little ship (it totally got out hand and ended up being a mini ficlet, but I hope you like it); also I really hope all the cuddling doesn't bother you &lt;3

Much Love, Lilly xx

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