#or Clive....... hm... no...

[quantomeno]

After I did that Professor Layton To Be a Princess video, I've been thinking of who would be whom if I tried to cast all the Layton characters in it, and it's hard to decide for most of them, but one choice is certain: Descole would be Preminger

And the image of it was stuck in my head so I ended up making this with Flipnote Studios on my DSi:

(in case you're curious, Preminger was voiced by none other than Martin Short in what was possibly one of his best performances ever and I mean that quite seriously)

The original scene is here

Transcript:

Layton/Julian: Perhaps I can help you look for her?

Descole/Preminger: Why don't you stick to your books, school boy. Wouldn't that be fun? AHAHAHAHA!

[justkillingthyme]

Happy Terrorist Tuesday and Clive Chewsday :3

This was on a whim actually. I’ll have something prepared next week

[bluehattedapprentice]

so apparently you can just.... walk back in the time machine facility with Clive in your party.

you know the one that has the warehouse full of dangerous weapons just lying there.

[smile-files]

guys. i need your opinion of this. because i'm genuinely so confused now

what time period is the professor layton series in?? the prequel trilogy and the main trilogy. when are they supposed to be taking place

i could've sworn one of the games (though i forget which) mentions that someone's been to the moon already which would put them at least in the late 60s into the 70s going by our world's timeline... but i don't know maybe space travel was discovered earlier in this universe???

[ashton-slashton]

I wish Pinhead had spoken more like the way the Cenobites speak in the book?? Like...

Don't get me wrong, I think the Pinhead we got was like. Incredible. But I love how there's just sliiightly more humanity apparent in their speech? Idk how else to put it. They still speak very formally, but there's something almost unnerving about hearing a creature from Hell say phrases and contractions and use a manner of speech common for the area and the time period.

[blissfulalchemist]

clídna x karlach and HK x jill & clive cross universe spouse swap for the alt love interests:3

Oh these are some good ones! Thank you Liz!

Okay so like sake of argument here HK just being a weird human dude for this scenario like Clive and Jill know Clídna is capable of killing and merciless and have seen it happen, HK however would come out of nowhere to them. Like man would just be so upbeat and positive and like soft that for him to just suddenly turn around and just turn into killing machine would be jaw dropping! I feel like it wouldn't happen until Barnabas that you really see the scary side of him, like don't get me wrong HK isn't happy about kupka either but he's gonna let it happen and believes Clive deserves the satisfaction of the kill. Same with Jill and the Iron Kingdom, like HK is epitome of holding their purses and earrings while they do what they gotta do, very "I gotchu boo. Now go fuck 'em up." Like idk man idk imagine that this person you love because they lean much more soft but understand you and really only fighting because people are leaving you with no choice in the matter just one day going killer mode just things make so much more sense. idk I feel like for this universe like HK would have also worked under Barnabas for a long while being an unfeeling killing machine and escaping to Cid eventually so he would have a big bone to pick with Barnabas.

Clídna and Karlach could also work in a romantic relationship if they were together before Karlach's heart became an engine. Meeting after the fact could work out potentially but it would take a lot of work due to Karlach missing casual touch and Clídna being a bit more aversive to it, and Clídna wouldn't want to be with her if she couldn't give everything she wants/needs it feels unfair. But they could very much make the cute battle couple and I think there would be less self consciousness on Clídna's end with her scarred face because Karlach would show how much she loves her for all that she is. Also those two would switch weapons and teach the other how to best wield them and frankly Clídna with a big axe/hammer and Karlach with a sword and shield just man that is doing something to my brain, it would be so hot. But those two would also be so sweet with one another and would do all the exploring and helping of people, I could also see them dragging Wyll along with them and that just being a very loving dynamic that isn't romantic between them all, like different levels and not as equal as it is for Clídna, Jill, and Clive if that makes sense. I do also think that Clídna would have the biggest heart eyes when Karlach is showing off her teddy bear, whereas Karlach's big heart eyes moment is seeing Clídna bloody and fighting and just her own version of raging in battle, like those would be the "I'm so in love with this woman" moments.

[reaperkaneki]

my bfs brother came by to drop off some belongings for him, but he also left his copy of ff16 bc he “doesnt have time to play it”. which, whatever, but my bf set the voiceover to jp (as we typically do) and uh. the jp lines are muuuuuch different than the en. like, completely changed the tone, occasionally the entire line is dropped. insane localization choices.

[astrxealis]

i will ignore ffvii until i play rebirth myself bcs just looking at art makes me want to cry (good) already

[awlimagines]

Automatic Writing - Flora

Her classmate gurgled feet from the door before collapsing, unmoving to the ground. Olivia remained still. Her body flattened against the smooth laminated grain of the flimsy school desk. Nathaniel sat near the doorway, also frozen in fear. The curved scythes of Shota’s distorted legs settled in her field of vision. Rivulets of red coursed down the legs, leaving little pools of blood where he stopped. Olivia was aware of a dangling arm brushing against her back as the monster’s body lowered. 

This was where your work had ended last night. You were sure of it. You had finally decided to write horror. The lifelong passion and interest in all things spooky spurred you into action. You had managed to complete the majority of the research but got stuck in the action last night. The method to move forward had you stumped. Now, paragraphs followed. The scene was beautifully ended, and the story progressed while you slept. 

You stared at the blinking indicator. In your half-asleep mind, you wondered if this was automatic writing. Was automatic typing a thing? Either way, your work somehow advanced when you were unconscious. The thought of a ghost or spirit having borrowed you to tell the story while you slept was fascinating. It was also terrifyingly skin-crawling to think about. You were only glad the spirit didn’t decide to carve their story into your flesh. The chair clattered to the floor as you startled, hitting the floor alongside it. 

The pain in your rear hardly registered as you watched the blinking cursor move across the document page. You felt relieved that the keys on your keyboard were not sinking in as an invisible weight landed upon them to type words. Would a ghost still have to press the keys? Or would they possess the computer’s programs to work? You needed to check with Rock or Daryl about how the paranormal used electronics. But first, you needed to show Flora! 

She never seemed overly interested in the ghost stories you told her. This was a physical (or close enough to physical) ghost that the archeologist could see. You rushed to the dig site, waving a quick hello to Carter, stretching near the waterfall before bursting into the tent. Flora blinked up at you from the laptop nestled in her lap. All thoughts of the ghostly typist left your mind as you asked Flora about the bags under her eyes.

“Oh, I just worked later than I realized,” Flora explained. She turned the compact computer over to you, asking for your opinion. 

“Why do you have this?” you questioned, staring at your horror novel. Flora looked confused. She explained you had shared the document with her last night. You had previously discussed co-writing something and sent this without anything else. Flora thought it was the first part of a shared work. She had stayed up late trying to match the research and amount you put in the document. 

Flora blushed when you laughed. It had taken you weeks to organize everything there. You were happy to share the project, but she shouldn’t sit working on it instead of sleeping. Flora said she didn’t realize the time until their alarm went off for the morning. You smiled at the blonde, excited to share this project with her. Flora's meticulous work would ensure the piece was amazing!

[shittyclive]

deranged ideas from the land of me

many such cases. do i turn clive into a paintinf or do i subject him to the horror labyrinth

[ofgeneticperfection]

🔪

She feels the blade press to her throat while arms wrap around her from behind. Hands of no one she knew, a scent of no one she recognized. She draws in a calm breath with a languid smile. "Nice to meet you as well.."

She stands unfathombly still, not even a twitch of a muscle. Her usual stature when she doesn't know someone or when she is calculating. "You do not even know me, despite who may have led you here. Are you so certain that you want to find out what happens when you spill my blood?" She raises a brow.

@outlaws-legacy

[cidnangarlond]

anyway I got the it's over 50,000 achievement in ffxvi yayyyyy why are titan's abilities BUSTED

[pinkkittysaw]

Fearless

Based on this request. Clive Rosfield x fem reader Established relationship, fluff 1,220 words

You’ve always been good at putting on a facade, holding your nerve in life or death situations – part of everyday life, really, since joining the Cursebreakers – but as you grow closer to your destination, it’s getting harder to make your legs comply. “Are you sure, Clive?” You slow in your walk, your voice soft, but he still hears.

Clive stops in his stride then, steps in front of you and places one hand on your shoulder and his other warm palm cups your face with a sympathetic smile. “I promise it’ll be fine. Have I ever led you astray before, my darling?”

“No, you haven’t… but I must confess I’m still nervous.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead in his reassuring way – he’s all about soft, sweet touches. “I’ll be with you the whole time, all right?”

You nod, though you know it’s not coming across as a confident one. He smiles, encouragingly, and moves his hand down from your cheek to tilt your chin upwards so he can kiss you chastely on the lips. It’s all too brief, a distraction perhaps, as he then wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight to his side and continues to lead you down the path into the clearing he’d scouted out for this particular excursion – free of fiends and blight. It would be a nice spot for a romantic picnic, you think… or literally anything else than what Clive has planned.

Once you’ve reached the centre, he slips his arm away and takes a step back, facing you with a look on his face that reminds you of how excited Torgal gets for one of his treats. “Ready, my lady?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He holds his fingers up to his lips and lets out a long whistle. It’s almost like magic, really, with how quickly the silver white chocobo appears out of nowhere. She charges into the clearing with impressive speed and you quickly sidestep to stand behind Clive’s stature. The chocobo’s head is bowed down low, squawking, until she comes to an abrupt stop a few metres away from you both.

“Hello, Ambrosia.” Clive greets, rubbing her head softly as she bows it to him, now letting out soft, sweet kwehs. “How have you been, girl?”

For the majority of your life, you’ve been terrified of chocobos. It’s an understandable fear – as Clive had repeatedly reassured you upon discovery – considering your past.

You’d made it to your seventh Name Day before being discovered as a Bearer, quickly Branded and sold off to a noble in the countryside who made his gil through agriculture. The days were spent toiling in the fields - turning over the soil, planting seeds, harvesting - and the nights were spent sleeping in the chocobo stables. Unfortunately, your former master treated both his Branded and chocobos with the same amount of affection – forced to share the same dirty water trough and the same buckets full of food scraps.

There was some sort of unspoken bond between you and your fellow Bearers to share everything equally – favours repaid to one another in the field, throwing a couple more vegetables in their basket at the tally count to avoid a lashing. But chocobos have awful sharp claws to go along with their hungry stomachs.

You’re torn from your daydreaming by Clive saying your name, catching the tail-end of him introducing you. There was always a certain glint in his eye when he told you tales of growing up in Rosaria, especially involving Ambrosia. The young Rosfield had raised her from a chick, for Founder’s sake. She’d saved his life at Phoenix Gate, lost her eye in the process… so if there’s a chocobo to like, she’s definitely the one to like.

She draws up to her full height then, flapping her wings and your heart pounds – a flashback to a night where you very nearly lost your fingers to a sharp beak.

“Can you lie down for me?” Clive asks the bird, softly. Ambrosia folds her wings back to her sides, immediately lying down, tilting her head quizzically at her master. “Good girl.”

You remain standing behind the Fire Dominant, using him as a shield, but you know it won’t last much longer as he turns to you.

“Will you say hello?”

You take a breath – you’ve faced far scarier things, you know you have – a morbal, a couerl… Tarja’s wrath when you returned to the Hideaway exhausted and wounded.

“H-hello, Ambrosia.”

The chocobo kwehs loudly, thankfully staying settled on the ground. Clive slips an arm around your waist, squeezing your side.

“She likes you already, you know? I’ve told her a lot about you. She’s a very good listener.”

“Mm.”

“Would you like to touch her?”

“I…” Your hands are trembling at the thought.

“I would never force you, you know that, but you’re doing so well.” Clive grabs your hand, squeezing it. “We could do it together.”

“All right.” You’ve come this far after all, but there is a definite waiver in your voice.

“Ambrosia won’t peck you,” he laces his fingers through yours then. “But we’ll do it like this, so she’d only get me if she did. But you have my solemn vow that she won’t.”

You trust Clive with your very life after all, so you swallow – your throat incredibly dry – and nod. Clive grins, stepping behind you then, wrapping one arm around your stomach to pull you back into his chest. He begins to guide your intertwined hands up to the bird’s side, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand in reassurance the whole time as your fingers brush against her feathers.

She’s incredibly soft, is the first thing you notice. Different from the sharpness you’ve always associated with chocobos. Ambrosia swivels her head to watch, softly kwehing away.

“She’s beautiful, Clive.” Your fingers relax a little into a gentle stroke.

“As are you, my darling.” He murmurs in your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple as he does.

The two of you stand there a little while longer, continuing to stroke Clive’s loyal steed. Ambrosia tucks her head against her chest, seeming to nestle down for a nap. It’s incredibly sweet.

You don’t even notice when Clive moves his hand away, slyly – only realising when you feel his other arm wrap around your waist.

“I’m so proud. You truly continue to astonish me every day with how remarkable you are, and how lucky I am to bear witness to it.”

“No,” you pull your hand away cautiously, but continue to look at Ambrosia. “I’m not-“

He spins you round in his arms then – Ambrosia doesn’t even move, content in her slumber – and puts on a pout. “Beautiful and brave and I will not hear otherwise.”

You can’t refuse that particular face, even when he’s not being entirely serious, and caress his cheek, and stare into his stormy blue eyes. “I wouldn’t be able to do it without you - truly. I love you so much, Clive.”

He sinks into your touch. “I love you too, my darling.” He pulls you even closer, if it was possible, and embraces your lips passionately – your reward – teasing your bottom lip with his teeth. His kisses still leave you almost dizzy and he knows it.

“Now, how about a ride?”

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[pokemonshelterstories]

What's the funniest Pokemon urban legend you've ever heard?

hm...a lot of the urban legends out here are more scary than funny. yknow, stuff like paradox pokemon coming out of tera dens or what happens if you touch one of the weird stakes scattered throughout paldea. i guess we do have the legend of the ladrón de pan, a man with a ghostly fidough who visits houses where people have left out their bread. if the bread is good, he steals it, but if it's bad, he has his fidough breathe mold onto it...i remember my mom telling me about it when i was little, but i think that was just so i wouldn't leave the bread out.

they're not specifically pokemon related but i've heard some weird stuff at naranja-uva academy, though. like the rumor that there are pokeballs hidden in the floor of every single doorway in the academy? not with like. pokemon in them. just pokeballs. i think the one of the strangest is the fact that some people insist there's a student named clive with a weird haircut who never takes any classes. there are rumors he's involved with team star in some way (i've heard people say that he's a spy??). somebody showed me a pic of him once though and i'm pretty sure it's just director clavell with a wig photoshopped onto him...

[rosf1eld]

Jealously’s Dagger

Joshua Rosfield x reader

a/n: chat forgive me, this one took so long. I was actually forcing myself to finish this. ANYWAY I hope you enjoy, and as always I did NOT proofread this. Also I apologize if some parts seemed rushed, I was getting tired of writing this. Apologies for ending this so abruptly I could not handle writing it anymore. I MAY make a part two, only if anyone wants. I fear this isn’t my best work…

———

“Come on, atleast let me try it out eh?”

Gav’s voice pestered you, asking the same questions over and over again.

A scoff left your mouth, “Alright Alright! I get it…

This is so stupid.

do as you please Gav.”

I mean…there was no harm in it…right?

As much as you were sure Joshua held no romantic feelings for you, you were quite curious how he would react. Gav gave a silent cheer, as if applauding himself to finally winning this back and forth.

“right then, i’ll get on it. I’m telling you, this will work.”

Gav gave a wink before he hurried off, quite excited…too excited.

—

The scout made his way to the shelfs, assuming that was where Joshua would be. The phoenix seemed to spend most of his time there, other than the infirmary. Right he was, he immediately spotted Joshua with his head in a book.

With confident yet mischievous, strides he got in front of Joshua.

“eh em…

Gav cleared his throat, getting the attention of the focused man.

…Just the man I was looking for!”

Gav smiled wide, earning him a soft yet curious smile from the younger rosfield ahead of him.

“May I ask why?”

Joshua’s voice as polite as ever. The soft spoken man slowly shut the book, setting it off to the side. His blue eyes gaining full attention of the green ones ahead of him. This question made Gav smile even wider, gosh was he excited.

“Well you see, I was just wondering how do you go about confessing to someone?”

Joshua was quite surprised by this, not expecting anyone to come to him for this. He was always used to the more intellectual, history questions, not ones of feelings.

“Confessing? hm..I suppose it is best to just tell them your feelings, though it is easier said than done…”

Joshua looked away just slightly as he spoke his last statement. Gav, who was already intensely watching every reaction, picked up on this immediately.

“Easier said than done eh? I feel that brother.”

the blonde let out a chuckle, almost forgetting his actual goal.

“right then, the lady I intend on confessing to is none other than lady ____…so I reckon it’d be a bit more difficult.”

The green eyed man spoke, as he mentioned your name he eyed Joshua for any subtle reaction, and oh did he get it.

Joshua suddenly, yet subtlety tensed up.

“Lady ____…you say?”

Joshua looked away, but just for a moment. He asked as though he didn’t hear Gav correctly.

“That’s right…now how do you suggest I go about that?”

The kind hearted man held his polite smile, but it was threatening to falter.

“Apologies, but I don’t think i’m the right person to be asking…”

He was avoiding the question, he seemed as if he wanted to get out of there. The phoenix stood up, ready to leave.

“leaving so soon?”

The braided man was surprised by Joshua’s sudden hurry, though was he getting giddy about it. It was his goal after all.

“I should return to the infirmary, Tarja will scold me if I do not take my medicine.”

With a nod of the phoenix’s head he had made a swift turn, heading out the shelves. Gav had a smirk, yet he couldn’t help feel a tang but bad for deceiving the warm hearted man.

——

“Goodnight Clive !”

A farewell left your lips as you stood on the main deck of the hideaway. You, Clive, Jill, and of course Torgal had gone on a mission, clearing out akashic near Martha’s Rest as a request of Martha. This of course had left you exhausted, day after day killing more and more akashic, it was never ending and oh so tiring.

You had just bid farewell to Clive, leaving you alone on the main deck. Some lingered around in the ale hall, but most had gone to rest.

I wonder how Joshua’s been…

A soft sigh escaped your lips, throughout every moment he was always the one on your mind.

Maybe I should visit him? No it’s far too late…he’s probably resting.

You thought, though that didn’t rid of the want to see him.

Just for a mere moment…

The thought plagued your mind. Since you have to pass the infirmary to get to your own chambers, what would be the harm in popping in?

With that you pushed off the railing of the main deck, turning and moving at a steady yet faster pace down the stairs. Returning to your usual speed as you made your way to the other set of stairs. Once up you passed the hunt board, giving a slight pat to the moogle. Finally you got up the third staircase, which contained the infirmary’s door.

A quiet creak could be heard as you slowly opened the door. Since it was late Tarja had gone to her own chambers, leaving just Rodique to check on the patients before heading off.

You walked in, quietly closing the door behind you. You gave a nod to Rodique, not speaking so you didn’t disturb patients. Which there weren’t many patients, Joshua behind the curtain and two bearers on the opposite side. The curse seemed to be spreading…

Quiet footsteps made their way to the other side of the infirmary, where Joshua sat at the edge of his bed.

“Can’t sleep?”

Your soft voice broke through the silence, yet it remained quiet. The rosfield turned his head, his expression softening at the sight of you.

“Unfortunately…”

The man sighed before starting up again, “What do I owe the honor?”

A soft smile appeared at his words, if only he knew the effect even the smallest of things had on you.

“Just paying a visit, it can’t be easy being in the infirmary most of the time. Have they not allowed you move to chambers of your own?”

You moved slightly closer, so you were standing in front of him.

“I’m afraid not, at least not on my own. I need to be…supervised, like a child.”

Joshua muttered the last bit, but you heard it. It made your heart ache just a tiny bit, you knew he probably felt weak right now. Maybe you could attempt to make this better? A thought popped in your head, you tried to shake it away, but there was no harm in…suggesting the idea?

“Joshua…If you do not mind the…suggestion. Would it be easier…if maybe..”

You hesitated, not knowing if you were allowed to offer such a thing.

“hm..?”

Joshua eyes locked with yours, his full attention in you awaiting your words.

“…a mere suggestion, if you would want to stay in my chambers? just until you can have your own of course, you can totally refuse! it’s just an offer, forgive me if-“

Your nervous rambling made Joshua smile as he watched you.

“My lady, I understand. Though I would not want to be a bother…You have already so much to deal with, I wouldn’t want to pile on that.”

You sighed, if only he knew…but alas.

“Joshua, you are anything, but a bother…”

“I suppose if I would be no intrusion…or bother, I would not refuse.”

His mind went to Gav, he had stated his feelings for the lady and here he was intending to share chambers with her. Would that stop him? Nope.

Your face brightened. Wouldn’t refuse? He would share chambers with you after all !! Wait. He would share chambers with you. Suddenly you began to get a bit nervous, but of course you weren’t gonna back down.

“I was hoping for that answer, I’ll let Rodique know. If you need help gathering any belongings let me know.”

You walked over to Rodique who had just finished checking over the bearers.

“Rodique, a word?”

His eyes turned to you, a soft smile formed on his lips as he greeted you.

“Lady ____, Can I help you?”

“Indeed. I was hoping to move Joshua to my chambers, he seems to be having a hard time being here all the time. It’d be good for him.”

You quietly explained, which the healer had a nervous look.

“Well…Tarja trusts you and so do I, just keep watch of him will you?”

He spoke as he went over to Tarja’s desk, handing you a pouch, containing bottles of liquid and mixed herbs.

“His medicine, the potions are for the coughing, soothing his throat and easing the blood loss. The herbs to ease his pain and regain his strength.”

You listened carefully, making sure to take mental notes as you grabbed the pouch.

“Thank you Rodique, leave him in my hands.”

You smiled and nodded as a farewell. When you turned Joshua was up and ready, clearly he seemed to want out of the infirmary.

——

A click was the only heard as the door of your chambers shut. Joshua had sat on the bed, clearly tired. A comfortable silence fell upon the two, he seemed more relaxed in a different setting.

“Did you want any water…or anything?”

You broke the silence, hoping to make him as comfortable as possible.

“Thank you, I’m alright.”

He smiled at you then placed a hand onto his chest.

“Are you well?”

“Just…hot, It feels suffocating having this sealed into me…”

His voice was so quiet, he was hesitant to tell you this, but comfortable enough to do so. You went over to the windows, opening them to bring cool breezes in. When you turned around Joshua had his scarf off, his chest glowing.

“Maybe it would be best to leave it uncovered?”

You suggested, though you did just want to see him shirtless.

“Hm…I suppose you’re correct…”

With that he had slowly pulled off his shirt, the last thing you’d expected him to actually do. You turned your head to give him the privacy, even though you’d be sleeping in the same bed.

Joshua blew out the candle next to him, the room illuminated only with moonlight.

“Any discomfort?”

“A lingering one…it is not a bother.”

A usual discomfort lingered always, that physically pained you. You only wanted the best for him, for him to have nothing but goodness. Seeing him like this was difficult.

He laid his head on his pillow fully, pulling the blanket over him.

——

After a bit of time you had gotten dressed in sleep wear, your usual tank top and shorts. You assumed he’d fallen asleep as you got into bed.

Your eyes fell upon him. His chest rising up slowly, and down. His peaceful expression as he dreamed away. Your mind raced with thoughts of only him, what was he dreaming of, was he in pain, what did he think of you?

A sigh escaped you, shutting your eyes you finally attempted to sleep. It was hard knowing the man of your dreams slept right next to you, your husband in your mind, but a friend in reality.

——

As you awoke in the morning Joshua laid facing you, he was still asleep soundly. You watching him, like he was a painting. Something so elegant, you couldn’t believe he was real and in YOUR bed.

And this is how it was, for days. He spent time in your room almost all the time, he would go by the shelves from time to time.

As you hoped this would give you opportunities to speak to him more you couldn’t help but notice he’d been distant. He would only really speak to you when you gave him his medicine, or asked about his symptoms.

This was…slowly driving you insane. You figured you’d had done something wrong, but he wasn’t being rude. He was so kind, so thankful all the time. Just the lack of speaking bothered you.

As Joshua was in the shelves you leaned against the railing of the main hall, glancing out to the ocean.

“Something on your mind?”

The cheerful Gav walked next to you, standing beside.

“It’s Joshua, he’s been so…distant?”

You sighed, “Maybe i’m just being overdramatic. He’s probably just tired.”

An awkward, nervous chuckle escaped the Figure standing beside you.

“…Right, lady ____…”

“Gav. What did you do?”

You asked suddenly tense, standing up straight.

“Look, I didn’t think he’d be this bothered. Remember when I tried out that thing, to see if he’d get jealous? well…I wanted to take it a step further so when he was in the shelves, I found him again…again maybeeee I told him I would be confessing to you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, was Joshua…jealous?? No…that’s not like him, but if it was…mayhaps you have a chance!

“You know, I would be mad, but actually this is…I have to go, thanks Gav!”

You patted his shoulder before hurrying away as he tried to speak, though he failed unable to get his words out since you’d left so fast.

You made your way to the shelves searching for him, no sign of him. He was probably in your chambers then, he usually was. You hurried along to your chambers, when you walked in you saw him leaning against the open window.

“Joshua, can we talk?”

You asked as you shut the door behind you, going towards the window where he stood.

“Yes, my lady?”

Oh his words could make you melt, his voice…his everything.

“It’s about Gav-“

“Did you say yes?”

He had cut you off, which had surprised you.

“Say yes? What? Oh no Joshua, that whole thing…was a…ploy, Gav is just a friend, like a brother honestly. He has no feelings for me nor do I for him, he was only-“

“You don’t love him?”

You could see the relief in his face though he tried to hide it. It warmed your heart, if you could you’d just shower him with kisses.

“No no, It was this stupid thing, he wanted to see if you’d get jealous, I know it’s dumb…I don’t know why I let him…”

You say, awkwardly looking down. A chuckle escaped Joshua, making you look up at him.

“A ruse to see if i’d get jealous? Well i’m relieved to know it was just a ruse I don’t think I could bear if true.”

He spoke with a smile on his lips, his eyes focused on the sight outside. The last part he had mumbled under his breath, intending for you not to make out. Your eyes flickered from his lips to eyes, the warmth in your heart only growing as your heard the words he hoped you didn’t.

“Joshua…”

You breathed his name before, without thinking, cupping his face and locking you lips with his. A soft kiss, full of love. Your lips on his soft one’s, forever savoring the taste. You had figured he’d pull away by now, but his lips slowly moved against yours.

As the kiss came to an end you pulled away slowly, looking up at him with wet lips looking at his glistening ones.

“I’m sorry-“

Before the apology could be fully delivered he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hand went to your hip, the other to your face. Your mind was blank, the only thing you could possibly focus on was the sweet, tender, loving kiss and oh you basked in it. You wanted this to never end.

Your tongue grazed the opening of his mouth, but before you could seek entry he pulled away.

“I have yearned for your kiss since the moment I returned to you. Would that I had the courage to just tell you before, but it does not matter now. I need you my lady, I’ve always longed for you…”

Your knees felt weak. If only he knew how you truly felt about him, but it was impossible to get into words. As you opened your mouth to respond, his lips met with yours again.

Oh did he seem hungry for you…

——

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Roast

Laird Barron: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of more dark Barron: it's about this reclusive horror writer called Tom L Barron: no wait that's too obvious Barron: let's just call him T Ligotti

Barron: anyway, this horror writer, Tom L, everyone thinks he's so great Barron: but actually he's a totally dorkwad poser Barker: ah ha ha ha! Barker: oh man i love a good roast! Barker: he's really got your number, tom! Thomas Ligotti: hm

King: how do you know it's about tom? Barker: how do i know... Barker: laird, tell us more about Tom L Barron: he's a reclusive horror writer who loves to write about puppets King: i just don't see it

Barker: hey tom how do you like getting roasted? Ligotti: i neither like nor dislike it Ligotti: events transpire regardless of human desire Barker: Barker: that sound exactly like something that Tom L would say

Barron: so i was at this horror event with my good friend John L Barron: who was wearing his "women want me, fish fear me hat" and his rubber waders John Langan: [wearing "women want me, fish fear me" hat and rubber waders] that's nothing like me

Barron: hold on john i didn't say it was you Barron: it could be any John L Barron: just cuz i happened to describe you with uncanny accuracy doesn't mean the character is actually intended to be you Langan: Langan: ok then Barron: anyway then John L went on this real boring lecture about fishing

Barron: you know who else was at this event? that clueless boomer dad Steve K King: haha this steve k sounds like a real loser! Koontz: Lovecraft: Poe: Barker: Barker: steve- Poe: no no let him figure it out for himself Poe: he'll get there in the end

King: hey wait a second!! are these characters based on us? Barron: i didn't say that Barron: if you recognize asshole Clive B or lovable dog-obsessed doofus Dean K as eerily reminiscent of people in your life, well, that's just an amazing coincidence King: that is a pretty amazing coincidence

King: laird, you can't just do that! King: you can't just make up fictional characters based on famous horror writers and then just put silly words in their mouths to make fun of them! Barron: Barker: Poe: Lovecraft: Koontz: Barron: damn how meta can you get