#so Danny and Ruby are still figuring things out

[maideninorange]

Danielle sighed, looking up from her scrawling in her notebook, "And yet, 'little adventures' seem to be all I'm having these days..."

The look she gave her was that of a glare. No doubt meant to say "And a lot of them are your fault" without actually saying it out loud.

Ruby rubbed the back of her head, crossing her legs as the mattress beneath her threatened to cave in. For this was quite true. The most dangerous ones were actually Danielle's fault, but sometimes she forgets that going around any given village and helping out in small ways was not her idea of "using her time wisely".

"Sidequests", she called these bouts. And Danielle would much rather be back on their so-called "main quest" by now.

No matter how much of a fool's errand it turns out to be. But Ruby did not have the heart to tell her the grand quest Danielle is on is just yet another little adventure to her.

"...You do seem to like documenting the fruits of our 'little adventures' for someone who'd rather curl up with a book by the fireplace," Ruby told her at long last, teasing.

Danielle looked up from her efforts to jot down today's idea of one such adventure, wide-eyed and sputtering. The feather pen the hotel desk came equipped with almost knocked her tea cup over.

"Excuse me?! Someone has to document our findings, if not for our sake then for the sake of the next poor fool to end up in this world where our common logic holds no water!" She slammed the pen down in a huff, folding her arms, "And as the world's first magiscientist, I must take that task upon myself. Going on little adventures in order to track down lost merchants, who really should know better by this point might I add, in the bog marked 'Danger! Big scary swamp monster ahead!' was not a part of that last I checked."

As if she didn't spend most of that little adventure utterly entranced by the very Creature's magic. As if her observations weren't the reason no one died today.

And the less said about her recent escapades as "the Enigmatic Seeker" as the news had taken to calling her, the better. For someone who'd much rather stew in her very much not-soda chamomile tea, Danielle does an awful lot of adventuring.

May heaven help the person who points out the contradiction though. And Ruby knows better by now than to haplessly foist that role upon herself.

She stood up then, positioning herself behind the pouting excuse of a "magiscientist". She put her hands on the back of her chair, "And like it or not, keeping track of knowledge is important on any adventure, little or grand. Hell, I wager we'd both be in that damn bog monster's cave, strung up and bled dry of all our... our..."

Another sigh from Danielle, though this time softer and less like steam coming from her nostrils, "Our strength, exactly like you think. However, this one, befitting of something their danger level, wanted to bleed people dry because they feed on exhaustion for god knows what reason. And then eat them. I didn't make the rules. This alligator atavism..."

Both of their worries were swiftly swept away into the throes of the nightly conversation. And Ruby can't say she minded all that much.

Writing Prompt #2371

"What? Not the sort of person up for a little adventure?"

"Actually, no. I'd really rather stay inside and make some tea and read a book."

[clockwayswrites]

Birdritch part 2 Yeah, there's a subscription post now...

Danny pulled another sweet potato fry from his bag before refolding the top to keep it warm. He’d finish all the fries before he even got home, he knew that, but that was future him’s problem. Right then being able to munch on the sweet, salty goodness as he took a shortcut through the park was just what he needed. There was something about Robinson park that always settled him.

It was probably because of the park’s wild, otherworldly nature that came from Poison Ivy’s control. It almost felt ghostly in how unreal it was. It was another thing Danny tried not to think too hard on and just enjoyed. It wasn’t that Danny was ignoring the fact that he was half ghost (as he always tried to convince himself), he just wasn’t dwelling on it anymore. Ghosts had consumed his life for so long and he needed a break.

Even before his accident (it was easier to just call it an accident when people asked about his scars), his parent’s obsession controlled their house, family, and lives. He got now that it wasn’t normal to grow up not cooking because the food might eat you. Or because your parents were too busy in the basement lab to remember. His time away from Amity Park in college made Danny realize that Jazz and his childhood had been at best unsafe and at worst negligent.

It had taken Danny a lot of therapy to be able to say those words.

Being honest, Danny still needed a lot of therapy, but there was only so much progress he could make when he couldn’t really explain that he was half dead and had spent the end of his childhood fighting ghosts, the government, and his parents. He was half tempted to try and track down Harley Quinn and see if she was up to taking on a new patient. (Danny was pretty sure that she wouldn’t rat him out to the authorities.)

A vine thrashed suddenly in front of Danny, hitting the sidewalk with a meaty thump.

Danny froze.

Fuck.

His phone was out of power.

He couldn’t check if something was going on in the park.

While Poison Ivy was much more Pamela Isley than rogue these days, as seen by the city just letting her have control of much of the park, she was still temperamental and the right— or wrong— sort of thing could set her and her plants off. (Sometimes the plants went off on their own. Everyone knew not to be a sleaze bag in Robinson park.)

Slowly Danny started to back up.

Several more vines wretched themselves out of the ground around him.

He could hear shouting somewhere off to his left. Out of the corner of his eye he could see movement from the plants that direction.

Alright, not angry at him then.

Danny crept forward slowly, keeping his motions as calm and small as possible. Just because they plants weren’t angry at him it didn’t mean they weren’t a threat to him. His best chance was to stay on the path and head in the direction away from the noise.

And away from the over sized flowers.

Well fuckity fuck.

Most things Poison Ivy could do weren’t really a threat to Danny. He could phase away from vines, after all. But the flowers? The flowers had pollen and pollen was an unknown; one that Danny didn’t want to be known. Sam was rather certain that the pollens could effect Danny in odd and unknown ways due to his half ghost nature.

He had refused to let Sam experiment on him to figure it out. Comparing her fervor to his parent’s helped shut that idea down for good. Danny didn’t regret avoiding being a lab rat, even as he was staring down the ruby red flowers to his right. He still just had to keep his motions as calm and small as possible.

The flowers were only an issue if they let their pollen out.

Danny started to move in as wide of an arc as he could around the flowers.

While they were closed up he was safe.

Danny’s left hand spasmed.

The paper bag of food crinkled.

The flower petals unfurled.

Fuck.

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AN: I know there are issues, another no read through late night post, but I'm getting my serotonin where I can. Stay delightful, darlings.

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : Seven

Jake Kiszka x Rory (fem oc)

Warnings: drinking, language, subtle illegal behavior, subtle nudity, Jake is a man after all. (I don’t think I missed anything but feel free to dm if I did!)

Word Count: 2.8k I think idk

Author's Note: I— 🤭🫠 have fun babes!

Albuquerque, New Mexico | Day 1 

After the night we had, all of us slept in. When I got up, Josh and Rory were sitting in the front of the bus, sipping on coffee together. I had chilled out after talking to Sam for a bit, but she was already tucked away in her bunk by the time I went to sit with the boys. 

Our show wasn’t until tomorrow night, so we had all day to kill. Fortunately for us, the hotel let us park there early, we just couldn’t check in. The three of them take off to grab something to eat, and I don’t know what possessed me to linger behind with Rory. 

“You don’t have to hang out with me, you know?” She says, walking into the bathroom with her little makeup bag. 

I wander over, leaning against the doorframe, looking at her in the mirror, mumbling, “I know.” 

“Are you just gonna watch me do this?” She asks, making eye contact through the mirror. 

My arms folding over my stomach, I hum, “Mhm.”

She just laughs to herself before opening the bag, and starting to pull various things from it. Watching as she just gently rubs a few things into her face, I could see the slight redness on her face. Did she cry? 

“It’s weird to do this with an audience,” she says, peeking over at me. 

Knowing that she was actually upset bothers me. Not that I’m mad she knows what happened, she probably needed to know about it really. I just.. wish she could have figured it out on her own. The last thing I ever want to tell someone is that kind of information. 

I’ve been in enough situations before where I’ve watched men do heinous things involving women and wasn’t able to help. Now that I’m in a position where I can handle myself in a fight, I’m not going to sit by and watch anymore. She may piss me off, but I’m not going to let her get taken advantage of like that. 

“Whoops,” I let out, still watching her as she takes her time. Truth be told, I find it a little comforting. 

Grabbing a different brush, for whatever reason, she asks, “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” 

“The guys are figuring out where they wanna go right now, so your guess is as good as mine.” 

She chuckles quietly, breathing out, “Well, okay then.” 

We sat in a semi-comfortable silence for a bit, just the sounds of her opening and closing products. 

“Do you get sick of being on tour?” She asks, startling me. Frankly, I had zoned out by that point. 

Clearing my throat, “Um, sometimes, yeah.” 

“I looked up what you guys had done before and it seems like a lot,” she tells me. 

She looked us up.. she probably felt like shit after what I said to her. 

“Just lucky, I suppose,” I chuckle. 

Hours pass and all of us find ourselves at a bar nearby, per usual. The vibes in this one seemed decent so I have to give the boys credit tonight. 

Ever since Danny found that Ruby girl, he’s just been Sam’s wingman when we go out. Not that Sam really needed help getting girls attention, he has an aura about him that just caused heads to turn. It’s beyond me, they don’t live with him. 

I wander around with Josh after we grab some drinks. Rory decided to follow us around, which made sense since she seemed to gravitate towards Josh. 

The two of them whispered to each other as we found somewhere to linger. I couldn’t help but watch Sam try to pick up girls, of all nights— not tonight, bud. Please. 

“How’s that beer?” Rory pipes up, getting my attention. 

I look at the bottle I’m holding and it’s already practically empty, telling her, “Apparently, it’s hitting the fuckin spot.” 

Making her laugh, which is an improvement from last night. She sips on her drink and then turns to Josh.

It’s been a while since we had any sort of girl around us like this. She was the last one and I think we all needed time before anybody else joined us after that. Though it was nice when Ruby visited, she really is a sweet girl. Incredibly innocent from what I’ve gathered— or was innocent. 

“I think I’m gonna go grab a new drink real quick,” Rory tells Josh, and I glance over. 

“Do you want another?” Josh asks, grabbing my now empty beer bottle. 

I nod, “Sure, whatever you’re feeling.” 

Keeping them in my line of sight, I watch the two of them go up to the bar. It’s only a couple minutes before I see her shooing Josh away. He comes back with two glasses, holding one out for me. 

“You didn’t stay with her?” I ask quietly. 

He shrugs, “She told me it was fine.” Pausing to sip his drink and then following with, “Plus, I could feel you burning a hole in the back of my head with that stare of yours.” 

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” I breathe out. Looking around quickly, asking, “Can you figure out where the other two are? I’m trying to make sure nobody gets too loose before..” 

“I’m on it,” he says with a salute. 

Trotting off to go find Sam and Danny, I find myself watching Rory at the bar. She really is a pretty girl and it’s hard to deny it. I don’t know what it is about her specifically yet, but something is just captivating. 

Alternatively, I finally see my brothers emerge from the crowd and Sam is chatting up a tiny little blonde. She definitely seems into him, which isn’t shocking. The moment she touches his arm I can’t help but laugh to myself. If she only knew. Watching them has me entertained for a few minutes at least. 

When I look over and Rory seems like she’s searching for someone as this guy talks to her. She’s been nursing the same drink for a while and the fact she’s holding it so one of her hands is over the top, she’s clearly nervous. 

Moving a little closer, she spots me, letting her eyes get wide for a second. She looks back over to this guy and takes a little step back. Ahhh, she wants to be rescued this time. Quickly drinking what’s left in my glass and setting it on a random table, I walk towards her, waiting for her to notice. 

The moment she saw me, I could tell she was over whoever this person was, but couldn’t get away from him. Trying to decide what to do as I’m walking over to her, she turns her head when she sees me, her hand reaching out towards me with a smile. 

“You made it,” She says, in an overly happy tone. “I missed you.” 

Oh, okay, lay it on thick then. Feeling her hand slide around my waist, I pull her into me, her head tilting up slightly to look at me, as I tell her, “I know, I’m sorry baby. Work was crazy.” 

Glancing over, I reach my hand out, “Hey, I’m Jake. You are?” 

“Oh, uh, Matt,” he hesitates, shaking my hand.. sort of. “I didn’t realize–” 

Smiling at him, I cut him off, “Oh, it’s okay, bud.” I glance at her and then back to him, her hand lightly scratching my back as I say, “A girl this beautiful– I can’t blame you for wanting to talk to her.” 

I wasn’t anticipating her next move, but she turns into me, her face close my throat and she lets out, “Aww, babe.” 

“I’ll just-” Matt points behind him, turning away. 

Giving it a second and then whispering, “He’s gone.”

“Ugh, thank you,” she mumbles, pulling back from me a bit. Her hand grabs mine before I can pull it back, and she just.. holds on. “He just kept talking and wasn’t getting the hint that I wasn’t interested.” 

Distracted with the way she’s casually just tracing the veins in the back of my hand as she talks. I can’t help but look at the drink next to her and how she hasn’t drank almost any of it. 

“I just don’t want.. that.. to happen again,” her voice is small as she says it. She looks back up at me, her stare is soft, almost scared. I look  at her for a second, I notice the way it almost looks like she has gold mixed into the brown of her eyes. 

“Hey,” I mumble, my thumb barely grazing her wrist. “I won’t- I mean.. none of us are going to let anybody do that to you, okay?” 

She just chews on the inside of her lip, like she isn’t sure what to say. Glancing over, I see the time on someones phone before they lock it, realizing it’s just late enough. Looking back at her, I can feel the uncomfortable anxiety coming off of her. Now’s your chance. 

“Do you just want to go back to the hotel?” I ask her, moving a little closer. “It’s okay if you do.” 

She looks back at me, “I guess you guys don’t really need me here, right?” 

“I’ve hardly had anything to drink, so I can wrangle them later,” I tell her, hoping she takes the bait. 

Letting out a deep breath, she asks, “Can you come with me?” Pausing for a second, but then quickly adding, “Just like until I’m there, then you can leave obviously.” 

“I can if you want.”

“Please?” 

She holds onto my hand as I turn and start walking toward the exit, pulling my phone out to let Josh know what’s going on. 

Me: hey i’m bringing rory back to the hotel, let them know to be ready 

Josh: okay gotcha

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, I couldn’t decide if she was still nervous or just uncomfortable talking in an uber. Either way, I walked her back inside, wandering to the elevator. Standing on opposite sides of it on the way up to her room. 

She whispers, “Thank you, by the way.” 

“Yeah, of course,” I mumble back. 

Walking down the hall and finding her room, she lets us both in. She flips all the lights on, and seems to nervously walk through the room making sure nobody else is here.

“Are you always this timid in hotels?” I ask, a slight chuckle coming out with it. 

She whips her head around, telling me, “Well, usually I don’t have rooms to myself so it’s less scary. But, lets be honest here, I’m not winning any fights.” 

Watching her pull her arms up and pretending to flex, I feel corners of my mouth twitch, fighting the urge to laugh at it. I spit out, “We may need to work on that.” 

“Why?” she flops down onto her bed after successfully checking the entire room. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have said it like that. “That’s what I have the four of you for,” she giggles out. 

Looking at the floor for a second, I let a small laugh out, “Hah, yeah.” 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I slide it out to check. 

Josh: give us like 10 mins, well be there. 

Me: just lmk when i can stall in here 

“How late do you guys normally stay out?” She asks, pulling me out of my phone. 

Oh, you don’t wanna know. I mumble, “Ehh.. maybe like three at the latest.” 

She taps her phone, lighting up the lockscreen, she tells me, “Well, don’t feel like you have to sit here.” 

“No, it’s okay,” I start. Hesitating to sell it, but adding, “I just figured I’d hang out for a few minutes until you we’re comfortable.” 

She gives me a small smile, “Well… thanks.” She stands up, grabbing her bag and then looking at me, “Actually, I’m gonna change real quick if you don’t mind waiting.” 

“Go for it,” I tell her, sitting on the edge of the bed and waving toward the bathroom. 

Scrolling through my notes on my phone for a minute, trying to ignore whatever she is doing in the bathroom. It is only another minute or two before she walks back out. My eyes feel like they’re deceiving me, but I blinked a million times and it’s not going away. 

Rory walks out, just in a bralette and these shorts that are practically painted on her. Doing everything in my power to not just watch her walk past me, but my brain isn’t in control at this point. 

The hidden tattoos on her sternum have me struggling to keep my jaw together. A few pieces I couldn’t fully make out on her stomach as she passed by. The blur of her legs passing me and I guess I hadn’t looked at her hard enough to notice the tattoos on her thighs.

My head follows her as she passes me and bends to put her bag back in the corner, and the way her ass was barely hanging out of the shorts– if I didn’t need to leave in a minute, I would be sweet talking my way into her bed. 

Shaking my head quickly as she starts to turn around, my phone vibrating in my hands making me jump. 

Josh: we’re here 

Me: give me one second

“Better?” I ask, trying to look respectfully at her but, god, she’s making it difficult. 

She nods a few times, plugging her phone in and flipping open the covers. I try to stop her from getting too comfortable.

“Why don’t you come lock me out?” I ask. “That way we know you’re safe.” 

Standing up from her bed, I start to walk out and wait for her to come grab the door from me. Turning to face her, telling her, “Text one of us if you need anything, okay?” 

“That works,” she says. Whispering, “Thank you again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

My eyes drop from hers, glancing down at her body for a split second, before I say, “Get some rest.” 

30 minutes later.. 

“Ready?” I look back at the three of them, Sam pulling his hair back into a bun. 

I pull the door open, not hearing an alarm. We all make our way into the building, seeing a soft light coming from down the hall. The click of the heavy door shutting louder than I would have liked. 

“Hello?”

We all stare at each other as I shake my head silently. Moving through the halls of this building, trying to figure out where we’re supposed to be. It feels like years trying to stay as quiet as possible as we do this, but we finally get a grip on where we are when we’re faced with a problem. 

“Who are you?” they ask. 

Glancing back at the boys, before I answer, “I think you already know, don’t you?” 

“No,” the hesitation in their voice enough to know that tonight would be an easy night on us. “I don’t owe them anything.” 

Stepping toward them, cracking my neck on both sides, I smirk at them, “Sadly, I’ve been told that you do. So, we can make this easy or..” 

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Chapter 41 - Danny. Episode 3.

-----------Daniels point of view---------------

Daniel: I kept starring at Danny in the car, all the way to Ruby's house. We were planted on the back seat, the girls chatting in the front of the car. And the 10 minutes drive made me wish I hadn't agreed to come. It was strange seeing Ruby after what her brother did. Almost did. And I couldn't help but feel an anger towards her, although his actions had nothing to do with her. And I knew that. So it was stupid really. I don't know. Since that night I had just become very protective towards Sparkle, I guess that's also why I now was sitting here starring at Danny as if he was the devil. Still after 30 minutes I kept feeling like I was only ruining the mood.

Sparkle: Hey, are you okay? She planted a hand on my lower back and caressed me softly as she suddenly walked next to me. She had been walking in front of me chatting with the others all the time

Daniel: Yeah I smiled softly I guess tonight just made me tired. Evan really had a big breakdown. It reminded me a lot of how Andy used to crash before we got him to Congo's ranch last year.

Sparkle: She frowned gently Oh… I'm sorry you had to go through that again.

Daniel: Nah, I'm good. Don't worry.

Sparkle: Daniel… you're not made of stone. You know that, right?

Daniel: I sighed softly and lit a cig, blowing the smoke against the cold night sky. thousands of stars were spread on the sky high above us, and as I looked in her eyes I could see them reflect in her big dark brown eyes, making them… sparkle

Sparkle: She giggled lightly Why you looking at me like that?

Daniel: Like what?

Sparkle: Like… I dunno…like I'm your long lost sister or something?

Daniel: I don't have any sister?

Sparkle: No no, I know… you just looked at me like… I dunno… forget it she chuckled softly I'm gonna head up to the others again if you're sure you're okay?

Daniel: I nodded and smiled softly, and watched her run up to the others who walked a few meters ahead of us. We walked a couple of minutes, then Ruby came down to me. I sighed deep as I watched her walk towards me with her hands in her pockets. Sexy girl, don't get me wrong. But now all I see when I look at her is just… fucking shitface Parker!

Ruby: She smiled softly Can I bum a cig from you please? I forgot mine in the car, and Danny seems to only smoke pipe? She looked at me with a soft chuckle and wrinkled her nose

Daniel: Yeah I scoffed I noticed that too.

Ruby: Yeah, I mean, who smokes pipe these days anyway, huh?

Daniel: I shook my head lightly Right. I grabbed my cigs and held the package towards her, observing her smile at me as she grabbed one

Ruby: We had walked about half a minute before she spoke again so uh… I kinda need some

Daniel: What?

Ruby: She chuckled softly and grabbed my cig from between my lips, pressing it against the tip of her own cig and puffed a few times, and as her cig lit she pressed my cig back between my lips again Nevermind, a girl should be able to take care of herself anyway, right? She smiled softly

Daniel: Right… doh! Daniel you didn't give her your lighter.

Ruby: So… I can't help but feel you are a bit annoyed by me, did I do something wrong?

Daniel: I shook my head lightly No. It's not you, sorry.

Ruby: So, it's my brother then?

Daniel: I frowned at her in a questioning way

Ruby: I figured out when he came home with a broken wrist, as I was the one who had to bring him to a hospital.

Daniel: Sorry about that.

Ruby: No, please don't be. I added a broken rib to the list and threw his sorry ass out of my house. He has always been trouble Daniel. I'm just glad someone finally stood up to the jackass. Don't get me wrong, I love him, he's family right? But he's bad news. I was just waiting for a last excuse to get rid of him really, so you did me a favor.

Daniel: I sighed softly

Ruby: I get it, things are a bit weird now. I probably remind you of him. But I hope you know I would never hurt her. I'm not like my brother.

Daniel: I smiled softly

Ruby: She smiled softly and nodded at the stars Beautiful, right?

Daniel: I looked up at them a few seconds, then back at her So how did you manage to break his ribs? I mean, you're not exactly…

Ruby: Chuckled softly You mean how did I manage to break a full grown mans ribs with my spaghetti arms? She chuckled softly Baseball bat.

Daniel: I nodded softly Nice!

Ruby: Laughed softly You're weird, you know that right?

Daniel: I chuckled softly

Ruby: No no, that was a compliment.

Daniel: I nodded softly I know.

Sparkle: Hey guys, there's a bench over there next to that coffee shop… we were wondering if we should try to see if they are still open? We could grab a coffee and sit down on the bench, if you want?

Daniel: We? Ugh… she was already we'ing him

Sparkle: She looked at me questioning

Ruby: I'm game.

Daniel: I don't really drink coffee, ADD and all…. did you forget?

Sparkle: Oh yeah…

Ruby: Pushed my arm gently with her elbow

Daniel: I grunted softly and gave Sparkle a small smile Maybe they have hot chocolate?

Sparkle: Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, as she bounced like a little happy lamb, back to her spot next to Danny, and linked her arm with his

Daniel: I sighed softly and followed the leaders over the street, and only few minutes later, I was leaned against a tree, observing the three of them from a distance, each of them sipping their fancy coffees that most of all smelled like some hipster shit Gizmo would drink, while I glared at my hot chocolate. Mine didn't even have marshmallows. I suddenly missed Congo a lot. He would always put marshmallows in.

Ruby: What are you thinking? She walked up next to me with a small smile

Daniel: Hm… how empty this chocolate is without marshmallows.

Ruby: She smiled warmly I don't have any marshmallows… buuut she seemed to grab something from the waist band of her pants I have this though… if you wanna add a dash of magic she winked at me and shook a small bottle of alcohol

Daniel: I grinned wide My kind of girl!

Ruby: She chuckled softly and poured half of the bottle in my mug, and half in her own

Daniel: I returned my eyes to Sparkle and Danny, they were laughing and chuckling like they were long lost lovers, finally finding each other again. It made me want to vomit!

Ruby: So how long have you had feelings for her?

Daniel: I coughed in my mug and spilled a bit of hot chocolate on my hand, sighing out in pain as I quickly dried it in my pants leg I'm not in love with her!

Ruby: I didn't say that she smiled like she had just revealed the murder case of the year I asked, how long have you had feelings for her?

Daniel: I shook my head softly I don't have that either.

Ruby: So that's not the reason you have barely taken your eyes of her tonight, and you act like a jealous boyfriend?

Daniel: I scoffed pfft… I don't act like a jealous boyfriend I rolled my eyes

Ruby: Okay. Let's pretend that for a while. But humor me… you are having feelings for her, right?

Daniel: I looked at Ruby to try to figure if she was joking or not, but she seemed very serious Uh… I don't have feelings for her, or anyone for that matter… I never had feelings for anyone, actually.

Ruby: Really? I could have sworn you had feelings for her?

Daniel: I shook my head softly Sorry to disappoint. Wouldn't matter anyway. I'm not her type, and I'm not into relationships anyway.

Ruby: So you have never been in a relationship?

Daniel: Nope. I sipped my chocolate

Ruby: I just don't get that one… that you're not her type. Obviously you're enough her type to be her fuck buddy? And you pretty much live together at her house… so I don't get the not being into a relationship either?

Daniel: I'm too big of a whore to be in a relationship. It wouldn't last a week. And trust me, Sparkle wants a sweet, caring, down to earth boyfriend with lots of chest hair.

Ruby: Well I guess you are 2 out of 4 as I don't think you're the type to have lots of chest hair?

Daniel: I chuckled softly and shook my head No, I'm definitely not.

Ruby: But you're sweet, and caring, and quite handsome if I may add…. not to mention sexy too… and you have this boyish charisma which is almost unbeatable. So why wouldn't you be good enough for her? You're best friends anyway, right? Have you never heard the saying that a best friend is the best partner you can get?

Daniel: I shook my head lightly and sipped my chocolate

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{Sonic the Hedgehog} "Confronting Masahito" [For © KatarinaTheCat]

Sonic: Show's over, "Furball". I'm taking you in! Masahito Fujiwami: Curse you, Sonic. I won't allow you to take everything that I've worked for! Sonic: Y'know, we've done this dance plenty of times. But, I still don't know a thing about you. Why this? Why ANY of this? Masahito Fujiwami: I suppose...I owe you that much. You see, Hedgehog; A couple of years ago, I was a small kit who goes by the surname of "Ezofuji" meaning; "Sheep-Hoff Mountain" in my native language. My father was one of the few members of the Yakuza, and decided to take me out on a job. The Police were hot on our trail, and we had to climb a fire escape to retreat. But I couldn't pull myself up because of my height.* So you see, Kiddo. That's how I became the top rabbit you see before you ;) [Sonic says nothing] Masahito Fujiwami: Oh, I'm sorry-- Was my trauma not as thrilling as you hoped? Sonic: No, I mean-- I mean, Kind of... Look, I just don't see how that can be it. I mean, there wasn't anything afterwards that changed you in any way? Masahito Fujiwami: I, uh-- Got bitter? Sonic: No. No, I mean-- Like, did something happened to you personally that might've changed you in some way? I mean, not to get personal-- but, did your dad maybe, die soon after that, or something...? Masahito Fujiwami: NAH, no. He was-- He was fine. Actually, I saw him pretty much the next day when testified against me in court and sent me to prison for 10 years. Sonic: H-How are you gonna leave that part out? Of cours-- Now it makes sense. Alright, so your dad testified against you and that pushed you over the edge--? Masahito Fujiwami: Not at all. As soon as I got out, We did some family counseling and reconciled. We do scrapbooking every Thursday ^^ Sonic: Scrapbooking on th-- OK. So, you're telling me that you became this head honcho because you were a bit short as a kid? Masahito Fujiwami: I don't understand how this isn't clicking-- Tell me where I'm losing you; OK. So, I was short, right? Sonic: Ok. Masahito Fujiwami: --I needed to climb the ladder-- Sonic: Uh-huh. Masahito Fujiwami: --I couldn't climb up because I was too small-- Sonic: Yeah. Masahito Fujiwami: ...So, now I run pretty much all of everything in Tokyo, Japan.* Sonic: Why? How does THAT fix anything?! I-I mean, if that's genuinely the most traumatic thing that's happened to you, Why not focus on just THAT? Masahito Fujiwami: What do you mean? Sonic: Ugh, Don't do THAT-- Masahito Fujiwami: OH. so, now we're "Height-shaming", eh? Sonic: We've- We've done enough woke jokes, alright? Look-- Look, DUDE. You're pretty much the same as me-- Masahito Fujiwami: I'll have you know, Hedgehog. That what see before you...is in fact pure muscle. Sonic: -_- ...Really? Masahito Fujiwami: YES. You see, I- I just have so much muscle that it looks like I'm scrawny, But really, I'm super muscular and awesome, alright? Sonic: **** You.* Masahito Fujiwami: I'M SERIOUS. Sonic: NO. no, that's something Napoleon Bonaparte would say. I mean, for the longest time, I thought your surname was "Sheep-Hoff Mountain" Because your butt is shaped like a mountain, but with an actual tail that's shaped like a big ol' cotton ball. Just flippin' own it, DUDE. Masahito Fujiwami: I think you're just a bit jealous. Sonic: Oh-? Oh, I'M the jealous type? You kidnap men, women and children as a hobby-- Masahito Fujiwami: Oh, I've never heard anything like this from Danny Bloom.* Sonic: Yeah, probably because he'd figured that the amulet you've been holding for the past few day was actually fake the whole time...? [Masahito says nothing] Sonic: You know, it was fake, right? Masahito Fujiwami: But-- It's still pretty much the same shape, just like the REAL Rabbit of Ruby-- Sonic: Yeah, I know. That was pretty much part of the whole plan. Y'know, honestly, Now that I think about it... If anybody could make a fake emerald, I don't think being a wealthy business man is a really good excuse. I think maybe you just SUCK. I mean, what do you think about that? [Masahito's face turns red with anger]

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

@feral-fuqboi-danny​  continued from X

𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

Oh how she valued a direct approach. The words lining from his mouth simple, but baptized with honesty. The man knew what he desired and in what he believed in, no matter did it collide with the hope for the outcome. Ruby colored curls caressed with her pointy nail,  capturing one crimson strand and twisting it around her index finger.

“I didn’t take you for being old fashioned. Don’t get me wrong, nothing beats a rooted manners, but I’ll admit, I always presume it is a show for the thirsty crowed. Acting all humble and polite, but on the first sight of bare skin, a man jumps as a wolf. But clearly..”

A mysterious grin arose in the corner of her lips. Clare shifted her weight in the chair and mustered the words together, swallowing the unsettling feeling of forcing such an admission out. Once that never sees the light of day.

“...I was wrong.”

Redhead waited for a few ticks of the clock to pass by and let this sink in. Never did she admit defeat of any kind, specially being wrong in her judgements. However, with Jed it didn’t seem so devastating. The man swallowed his pride and nerves with every encounter with her so far, and yet, still was determent to grant her with this macabre night. And a souvenir from the  notorious killer himself. He deserved her good manners.

“ I believe even you know that is far from the truth. Far from boring, actually, quite fetching. Who can witness such bloodshed and be dull? I think we both can agree that from all the things you might be..boring ain’t one on the list.”

Her soft muscle licked the rim of the glass, collecting a few drops of dark red liquid with fruity undertones, scanning his words carefully. Of course, he was looking for some sort of a commitment. His age indicated as much, although Clare didn’t believe in traditional values. Marriage, kids..nothing on her list of wishes. Well, at least that is what she tried to convince herself to believe.

“ I find your work to be nothing less than exquisite. Something about the talent of writing draws me in. I cherish the beauty of the written word, even more some when the context is so gruesome. And your stories are even real, not some fiction.”

She cocked her head to the side, exposing a few pearly whites when she smiled.

“ I figured your talents go beyond the paper. If you choose to write about such stuff...I can only imagine what are your ‘intimate preferences’. “

A wink, teasing and challenging, filled with burning curiosity. Being edgy entertained her, pushing people’s buttons and seeing just how long they endure.

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

BNHA X DP Crossover HCs

After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general. 

Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more. 

Anyways, happy reading, folks!

Mr. Lancer

Hero name: Mr. Scholastic

Quirk: Bookworm

Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.

Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times. 

Danny

Hero name: Phantom 

Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)

Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.

Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!

Sam

Hero Name: Black Dahlia 

Quirk: Overgrown 

Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.

Tucker

Hero name: Tech Master

Quirk: Tech Core

Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.

Valerie

Hero name: Red Huntress

Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)

She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).

Jazz 

Quirk: Serenity 

Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.

She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)

Dash

Hero name: Rager

Quirk: Strength Magnification

Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore. 

Kwan

Hero name: Rallier 

Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)

Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output. 

Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.  

Paulina

Hero name: Enchantress

Quirk: Charm

If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.

Star

Hero name: Ms. Meteorite

Quirk: Comet

Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.

Poindexter

Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!) 

Quirk: Slapstick

His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense. 

Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items. 

Wes Weston

Hero name: Vigilance

Quirk: Deduction

He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and  exploit against problems. 

Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not. 

Amber Mclain

Hero Name: Ember

Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)

Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse. 

Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings. 

Dani

Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)

Quirk: Poltergeist 

Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.

Clockwork

Hero Name: Clockwork

Quirk: Time Keeper

Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.

Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period. 

Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker

Hero Name: The Green Knight

Quirk: Mineralization 

His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage. 

Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.

James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)

Hero name: Warden Wraith

Quirk: Plasma Apparatus

His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse. 

Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).

Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion. 

Skulker

Villain name: Quirk Hunter

Quirk: Tracker

The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.

Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous 

Nicolai Technus 

Villain Name: Technus 

Quirk: Technopathy

A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target. 

Vlad Masters

Name: Vlad Plasmius

Quirk: Vampire

Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.

Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival. 

Bruce Guiles (Bullet)

Hero Name: Bullet 

Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish

Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.

Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together. 

Vortex

Hero Name: Vortex

Quirk: Storm Warning

Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus. 

Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.

Petra Eris

Hero name: Pandora

Quirk: Butterfly Effect

Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle. 

One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor. 

Johnny 

Vigilante name: Johnny 13

Quirk: Unlucky

Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.

Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3

Kitty

Vigilante name: Kitty

Quirk: Lovesick

Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender. 

Pariah Dark

Villain name: King Pariah

Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation 

Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process. 

Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist. 

Frederick Kingsmen

Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight

Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion

Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still. 

Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as  scratch on the knight. 

Rodolfo Gonzalo  

Hero name: Wulf

Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)

Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past. 

Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf. 

Overgrown

Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown

Quirk: Plant Manipulation

Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question. 

Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.

That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover! 

[maideninorange]

How did Ruby and Danielle meet?

Oh! An OC question! I'm glad you asked! So I'll do my best to explain!

(Do note that since a lot of this isn't fully thought out quite yet, a lot of details are missing and may be subject to change in the future. This is more my idea of how I want it to go down.)

Danielle and Ruby ended up meeting about two weeks to a month (haven't decided a timeline quite yet, but somewhere around here) after the former ended up in Farside. The latter had been lonely wolfing it there for about a year and a half before then (so Ruby knows a thing or two about some stuff, though Danielle quickly catches up). As Danny had only been in Farside for so little time, she isn't anywhere near the level of troublemaker she ends up becoming by even the midpoint. This means that while she is certainly more on the cunning side, she's still a wimpy college student with only a bit of spellcasting knowledge and maybe one or two spell cards (which probably aren't hers to begin with). Ruby has four or five spellcards at this point, and knows nothing of the magic she is capable of. But since she's a really good swordswoman, she's more reasonably strong for the start, but can't cross the power gap a lot of does have over her like she eventually can later on quite yet.

Danielle and Ruby's first met when Danielle got attacked by a cunning pack of fairies, and found herself in over her head. Ruby, by a very lucky coincidence, happened to be on the exact same forest trail due to a bounty. As Ruby saw someone in danger, she quickly rushed in to fight them off. After one of those "Holy shit I'm still alive moments," Ruby ends up walking her to the next town (haven't decided what to call it yet), before continuing onto her bounty.

After that first meeting, Danielle and Ruby crossed paths on occasions throughout their stay in the same town. Not always on the right foot, since Ruby had an annoying penchant for catching Danielle stealing grimoires and more expensive ingredients she needs in order to run her makeshift shop. Though since (by this point in the story) Danielle was relatively harmless, Ruby regarded her as more of an annoyance than as anything worth worrying about.

It wasn't until after Danielle returns the favor that they start developing the close friendship (and eventual queerplatonic relationship) they eventually end up having. Due to a complex mystery solving gimmick Project Farside has that I haven't completely fleshed out yet, this arc will eventually accumulate into a major battle against a type of Creature called an Embodiment. An Embodiment of Wraith specifically. This Creature had been going around this sleepy village and subtly showing random people the thing guaranteed to make them angry, and then feeding off the wraith mana spawned from the resulting fights. This is a fairly weak Creature overall (as a stronger wraith embodiment is typically far less subtle), but it is the first time Danielle has had to actually fight a Creature. (That's not to say she hasn't encountered them before; she just always had to take the stealth route until then.)

Danielle eventually figures out who it is. And, knowing that it is eventually going to tear the town apart, ends up deciding to warn Ruby about it. Ruby, of course, decides to go teach them (haven't decided on a gender, if at all, for the Creature quite yet) a lesson. Danny actually was hoping she would go to deal with them, but there are a few problems with this she wasn't aware of.

The main issue here is that Ruby is a vengeful little motherfucker. She may have all the chill factor between her and Danny, but when she loses it, she really loses it. So what happens when she confronts a monster that can glimpse into her mind and gets a significant boost (and heal) from Ruby's own resulting anger and magic? Bad times all around.

Fortunately, Danielle realizes that deliberately trying to get that friendly swordswoman who saved her life to battle the monster she discovered for her could end pretty badly (especially since Danielle failed to specify a lot of details, just pointed her at them). Getting paranoid, she ends up running all over town trying to find her. When she does, she finds Ruby badly injured and on the cusp of defeat.

What proceeds can best be described as a puzzle boss for Danielle as she uses her wits to not only avoid being angered by the Creature, but to turn their strengths against them by effectively timing out all their spell cards (so it can't use the emotions released by Danielle trying to shoot them down). This part is effectively me trying to plan out a boss battle, so forgive the less detailed explanation. Writing clever characters (especially inconsistent and fickle ones like Danielle) is very hard.

After all that (and some cheesy antagonist motive reveal), Danielle ends up having to take Ruby back to where she is currently staying in order to patch up her injuries. It is here that she learns that Ruby is not only a fellow Nearsider, but that she's pretty much homeless and spends most of her days wandering Farside and using what money she learns to pay for essentials. Fearing the worst, Danielle makes the offer to let Ruby stay and work with her until her injuries get better.

Now, Ruby doesn't exactly like Danielle at this stage. Finds her good company, yes, but she still goes against a lot of Ruby's principles and objects to some of hers (mainly about murder). But since Ruby feels like she owes her a debt after she saved her life (as well as other factors like Danielle wanting to go to the same town next as her and just being slightly more stable financially than Ruby), she reluctantly agreed to assist Danielle at the shop. Just until her injuries are better and she can battle again.

Of course, that didn't end up happening. But that's another lengthy story! And so the odd friendship between some slightly unscrupulous college student turned magiscientist and a stoic upright swordswoman with a bloodthirsty side was born. There are a lot of other details (mostly tied to the undecided ideas mentioned) here, but this is the main idea I had in mind for their meeting!

[blizabrth]

Brio! SFW 7, 8, 11!

7. Would they go to the beach?

JFC I WANT THIS SO BAD I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN. I know 80% of my desire for this is that I am just so desperate to see the open ocean and feel the sand myself, I would just really enjoy getting to live vicariously though Beth and Rio out there, on some beach somewhere, vacation-lazy, their limbs turned liquid from the heat. I want Beth in the floppiest wide-brimmed hat and those ridiculous sunglasses from 3x09 and I want Rio in swim trunks with a really stupid pattern like tiny sushi rolls or skulls or something. I want them both to get sunburned so they have to help one other rub cool aloe vera salve on each other’s tender skin later (picture the sunkissed freckles Rio probably gets scattered across his nose, his shoulders!!!). I want a nighttime barefoot stroll along the black water and I want them to look at each other and his eyes will be deep and dark like the night around them and hers will be all big and moony and when they kiss they’ll still taste a little like sea salt and sunscreen and aloe and that too-sweet pineapple drink they ordered with dinner and and and and all of this for no other reason than I would love to see it.

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn't?

Impossible that Rio doesn’t know how to swim—he’s too sporty. Also I love the idea of him just taking tiny baby Marcus and shooting him into a pool 3-pointer style to teach him how to swim. SO, RIO’S OUT FOR THIS ONE.

If we’re running with this overarching theme in Beth’s life that no one explicitly teaches her anything (she basically raises her sister through adolescence, doesn’t even know how to drive when she literally crashes into Ruby’s life on her way to buy groceries [another thing she had to learn how to do on her own], and of course we know Rio likes a hands-off approach to guiding Beth through her life of crime)... let’s say Beth doesn’t know how to swim. And these days, no one realizes it unless they’re paying attention. No one questions when a mom at the community pool only wants to stick her feet in the shallow end, and anyway she can just brush them off with a laughed I don’t want to get my hair wet! If they take the kids out to the river beaches, she only wades into the water mid-calf. Kenny and Danny have figured it out—that she won’t come in after them after a certain depth, and there have been numerous tantrum-standoffs about it.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Answered here, but I can write more!!!

Rio knows how to treat himself, and he enjoys the finer things in life. You know that man has a thorough skincare routine. He has an assortment of refillable glass product dispensers in his shower, not a brand name in sight (a plastic bottle will ruin his aesthetic). DOES. NOT. LIKE. BATHS. To him, they’re gross. Sitting there in hot water, soaking in one’s own sweat? Hard pass for Rio. And don’t even get him started on hot tubs...

Also I think Rio would love to shower with Beth! He’s so touchy-feely I think he’d find a shared shower intimate but also a way to experience each other’s bodies that doesn’t exactly have to lead to sex, though it certainly could. Beth could be easily convinced, especially when she’s at his place and they have that wide walk-in shower and the rainfall showerhead to work with. Also, yes. Very sudsy.

ask me about some shippy headcanons!

[roast-ifs]

This has probably been asked before but how would the ROs react to mc knocking on their door late at night asking to stay with them bc they can't sleep?

This one is super late responding (not as late as sooome though :’D) and I figured these were similar enough I could mush them together???

Nico So, Nico would be surprised, seeing the mc there, but invites them in and asks what it is they need--if they need to talk it through or about something else, if you need time or silence or just the company, they want to make sure you’re comfortable and that they’re there for what you need of them. They’d be shy to offer physical affection pre-relationship, they don’t want to assume or make a motion bc this is dangerously intimate and they would never want to take advantage of you. After you’ve assured them they’d be happy to offer you comfort, still a little stilted and awkward but honest and genuine.

Post-relationship they’d coo and say of course, offering you all the physical comfort, bundling up under the blankets and pulling you in to cradle you close and murmur to you that it was just a nightmare and you’re not there anymore--you’re here, and they’re not going to let you go.

If Nico woke up to mc having a nightmare they’d want to pull you out of it asap. They’d like to think that they’d think of their medical training but let’s be honest, that’s probably not entirely true. So they’d touch you, on the shoulder, the cheek, trying to get you to wake up, even if it mean you waking up fighting, snapping, biting. They just want to get you out of that nightmare bc you’ve had enough of them. They’ll remember the ‘proper’ way to wake someone up with violent nightmares after the fact

Fatima

Seeing mc at the door after a nightmare would be a bit of a surprise but not entirely so--she knows you’ve got nightmares, she knows they’re bad, she’s maybe just surprised that you’d choose her. But she invites you in easily enough and sits down with you, liike Nico, asking what you need, but unlike Nico, she has no qualms with offering physical comfort.

She’d pull you in and hug you tight if you wanted her to and let you cry or scream into her shoulder if you need to. She’ll rub your back and trace her fingers through your hair and tell you how unfair all this is for you and that you can stay for however long you possibly need. This goes for just being friends with her or romance or whatnot, but she’d offer you to stay the night if you like and platonic/romantic cuddles can be had.

Post-relationship, she’d ask if you need a distraction, if so, what kind? She has many ;P Regardless, she’ll do whatever it is you’d need in a heart beat. Hot coco? check. A hot bath? Running the water now. Just some quiet and heart to listen to? She can do that.

If she woke up to mc having a nightmare she wouldn’t care about getting hurt just coos and calls to you to be that voice in the dark to lull you out of it. When you open your eyes, hot and stinging with salt, she’d smile at you and cup your face in her hands and tell you “welcome back” and wrap you in her arms--where you can feel safe.

Isla

Would honestly pretty damn shocked to see mc at their door bc uhhhhmmmm they’ve not been the nicest person but also.... they get it. They’ve heard the nightmares, they know what you scream about at night and if they can offer something to keep those screams away then?? Who are they to say no? Invite you in, offer to read aloud to you if you want bc they were probably working through a book when you knocked on their door.

A little awkward offering physical comfort pre-relationship bc they honestly don’t think they deserve it with the way they’ve treated you but they’d warm up to it eventually. They’d sit in bed against the headboard and read from their book while mc curls up beside them, head on their thigh, just listening, letting Isla’s voice lully them to sleep.

When Isla finally realizes you’ve fallen asleep they slowly fade out their reading in case an abrupt end wakes you and gingerly sets the book down on their table, looking down on you, for once, peaceful at rest.

And they wonder... well... they wonder about a lot of things.

Post-relationship they’re alot more physical. Offering comfort and carresses and cuddles as needed--its the getting there that’s the hard part.

If Isla woke up to mc having a nightmare they’d jump out of bed and get across the room probably from their own natural reaction to such movement--their first instinct is to flee--until they realize it’s just you and you’re having a nightmare. They’d talk to you, from a safe distance, ask you to wake up, to come back to them, only touching you when they think you’ve calmed down, rubbing their hand up and down your arm or back and cooing softly, shaking, scared, to wake up. Please. Soon.

Danny

Lol Danny’s first reaction to seeing you at their door is that you need help in the kitchen for a midnight snack or something, until you explain and they go OH! Okay! Uhmm--they’re surprised but pleased and eager to help, if you think they can then they must so they’ll do their best!

They’ll ramble away, talking shyly at first about random thoughts before graduating to full out chatter about the most inane things to distract you from your nightmares, pulling you inside their room to sit down and talk (or, well, be talked at) until you start to doze. They’d offer physical comfort a bit shyly at first but eager to do so bc they take one look at you and see so much suffering and they hate it so they’ll wrap you up in their wings and offer you any number of hugs and nuzzles, platonic or romantic.

And you can stay the night. If you’d like to? Tomorrow night too, if you’d want. They just hate to see you hurting so much.

Post-relationship they’re, of course, eager to offer whatever comforts you ask for. You can use them as a pillow, body draped across theirs as you both lay prone on the narrow bed, their wings a living blanket of ruby red and warmth. They talk to you, about things, mundane things, interesting things, until you doze off to sleep.

If you woke up from a nightmare they’d be absurdly worried and does all the wrong things--doesn’t shout but certainly speaks loud, frantic, trying to shake you awake, touching you, getting close. If you wake up in a frenzy, looking for the enemy that haunted your nightmares they’d be scared but no matter what happens they’d talk to you, reminding you of where you are, who you’re with,and that everything’s okay now, “I promise.”

[mytwilightimagines13]

Amnesia (Book Three)(Part One)

Proposal

Ten years it has been. And Maeryn found that being a vampire surely meant that time mostly stood still. Life was quite easy in Volterra, with the occasional mission. Maeryn mostly spend her days with Jane and Alec or in the library, reading every book there was. The masters had taken it upon themselves to teach Maeryn in different subjects such as the study of different languages, both modern and ancient and of course the history as it actually happened, with the vampire interferences.  “And that is how the Roman Imperium fell.” Caius finished. Maeryn had listened to his story with upper concentration and fascination. It was her favourite time period in the history and it was amazing that Caius could tell her exactly how everything was in that time period. “Thank you, Master Caius. It was once again most interesting to hear the history from your point of view.” Maeryn said. Caius gave her a very, very rare smile. “My pleasure child. Now, go on. I still have many things to do.” He said. Maeryn bowed and quickly made her way out of his study towards her room. On her way she was grabbed and pushed against the wall. Maeryn was ready to attack whoever had the nerve to push her against a wall until she felt a pair of all too familiar lips upon hers. Maeryn smiled and wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck and let her fingers roam through his brown locks. Soon his lips moved from hers towards her neck. “Missed me that much huh? It has only been a few hours.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Even a second away from you feels like a century.” He whispered against her neck. Maeryn rolled her eyes but could not help the smile that was forming on her lips. “You are such a drama queen.” She said as she gently pushed him away. Alec chuckled and pecked her lips lightly before grabbing her hand and walking through the door of her room. Maeryn pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let her natural curls hang loose while Alec walked towards her CD collection. He picked up a Metallica CD and frowned slightly. “Yes?” she asked, knowing him well enough to know he wanted to share his opinion with her. “Why do you listen to this? It’s just sound.” Alec said looking at the track list on the back of the CD. “Hey! Do not insult one of the most amazing bands there is! Besides, I am pretty sure if Mozart had speakers and amps, metal and rock music would have been born ages ago, as with classic music everything had to become more complicated and louder as possibly could.” Maeryn said as she snatched the CD out of his hands before putting it back on the shelf. “I am afraid I will have to agree with you on that.” Alec said before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards the bed. “Now, we got twelve hours to fill before Heidi arrives with our dinner. What to do?” he asked with a playful grin around his lips. “Hmm. I know a thing or two we can try.” Maeryn said, giving him a wink before gently kissing him on his lips… “That was a nice catch, Heidi.” Maeryn said after dinner was over. “Yes, they were rather juicy.” Heidi said grinning proudly. As Maeryn was making her way out of the throne room, Daemon along with some members of his gang walked in, ready to dispose of the bodies and clean up the room. Maeryn smiled kindly at him. “Hello Daemon.” “Good afternoon, Maeryn.” Daemon said as he slightly bowed for her. Maeryn rolled her eyes slightly but knew this was a formality he had to do, seeing as she was a vampire and superior to him. “How is the café doing?” Maeryn asked. Adolfo and Agnella both passed away three years ago, shortly after one another, and since then Daemon owned the café. “Business is booming. Many tourists love it and we even are able to expand the café. The dress shop next to it has gone bankrupt and we could buy it for a gentle price.” Maeryn smiled at the news. “That is very good to hear. How are the wife and kids?” Maeryn asked. Daemon married about five years ago to a beautiful redhead names Angel. And together they had a twin, a boy and a girl named Danny and Sandy. “They are all doing great.

Sandy is slowly taking her first steps and Danny said his first word yesterday. Although Angel and I are debating whether he said dada or mamma.” He said, Maeryn chuckled. “And what about you? Did Alec pop the question yet? I mean, mentioned a few months ago that you were ready if he would ask you.” “Not yet, but honestly it is Alec who wants to get married. It is what was usual in his era. And seeing as I am his forever, why not also make that commitment on paper and with golden rings.” Maeryn said jokingly. Daemon chuckled. “But on a serious note, no. He hasn’t asked me yet. But then again, we have forever, so no rush.” “That is true. Anyway, I better help the guys clean up. You guys have been quite messy today.” Daemon said before walking to the middle of the throne room, helping his mates to clean up the mess the vampires had left behind. Jane came skipping towards Maeryn, a happy grin plastered on her face. “Hello Jane, you seem joyful today. Did something, or someone, happen to you?” Maeryn asked. Jane rolled her eyes at Maeryn’s comment. Ever since the encounter ten years ago, Alec and Maeryn had been waiting for Jane to also find her mate, but Jane wanted nothing of it. She was happily single and had no intention of changing that anytime soon. “No. But Alec gave me the task of making you look pretty so come on. I already bought you a few new outfits and yes you have to fit them all.” Jane said as she grabbed Maeryn’s hand and dragged her to her room. “Please not another fifty outfits like the last time?” Maeryn asked horrified. “Nah, I got you forty-nine. Now come on.” Jane said as she closed the door behind her and gave Maeryn a few different dresses, jeans, shirts and shoes. Maeryn sighed softly but let Jane do what Jane loved to do. After all, what harm can it do, plus it makes her happy, Maeryn thought as she walked into the bathroom to change. “Aaaaand I am done! My masterpiece is a fact. Live my dear! Live!” Jane said. “Watched the monster of Frankenstein again, have you huh?” Maeryn asked. Jane gave her a goofy grin. “Yup. Now go look into the mirror.” She said as she pushed Maeryn towards the mirror. Maeryn was astonished. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful, dark blue dress that reached just below her knees and it was decorated with different stones. A matching pair of dark blue heels accompanied her dress. Her hair was in her natural loose curls and a small, with pearls decorated hair clip held one side of her hair backwards. Her makeup was light and subtle, and in her ears, golden earrings with a ruby decorated shined in her earlobes. “You have surely outdone yourself Jane. It is beautiful.” Maeryn said. “Good. Now go on. Alec is waiting for you in the garden. Have fun!” Jane said with a knowingly smile. Maeryn chuckled and made her way towards the rose garden. The garden where Alec and her shared their very first kiss. The garden where she found out what he truly was, yet she loved him when he said that, and she still loved him now that she was a vampire herself. The rose garden was filled with an endless sea of candle light, and on the very bench where they shared their first kiss, sat Alec. His hair all neat, and wearing his best tuxedo. Once Maeryn came into his view, a bright smile reached his lips and as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her close by her waist and kissed her softly, as if this kiss could be their last. Maeryn smiled and held onto his arms, kissing back. “You look absolutely stunning. Jane has outdone herself.” He whispered against her lips. Maeryn smiled. “She sure has.” Alec smiled and sat down, pulling her gently besides him while pouring both of them a glass of AB. They both took a small sip and watched as the small village of Volterra slowly grew quiet and the full moon lit up their faces and the garden. The hadn’t said much. Alec held onto her hand this whole time but he seemed slightly nervous. Although Maeryn couldn’t figure out why. “Maeryn?” Alec suddenly said, breaking the silence of the night. Maeryn looked up at him. “Yes, my

love?” “Before we went on our first holiday, I asked Adolfo and Agnella a very important question. I asked them for your hand. Now it has been eleven years since I asked them the question, and three since they both passed away. We have been together for almost twelve years and I can no longer wait.” He stood up, grabbed a small box from his pocked and sat down on one knee. “Maeryn, my love, my life. You are the sunshine in my life. Before you my life was a dark pit, with barely any love in it. We are bounded by our mate bond. But I also wish to be bound to you by marriage. I want to be able to call myself your husband, but most importantly, I want to be able to call you my wife. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” he asked, never breaking eye contact as he opened the box. Inside laid a beautiful silver sing. It was decorated with three stones. One larger white diamond accompanied by two smaller rubies on both side of the diamond. Maeryn smiled and felt tears of happiness burn behind her eyes. She kissed him gently, but with a lot of passion. “Yes. I wouldn’t want anything else.” She whispered against his lips. Alec smiled and gently slid the ring onto her finger before kissing her passionately. And both Maeryn and Alec where floating in their own bubble of luck and happiness.

[wanderingcas]

5 times Dean had work to do, and the one time he actually enjoyed it.  pairing: dean/cas a commission for @jensenackhles <3 2k words

One 

Dean first heard the phrase a few weeks after his mom died.

John had checked them into a motel—one of the many that they had cycled through in the past few weeks. Sam was asleep in the crib, and John was on the opposite bed. Dean had woken up to a strange sound; he rolled over and saw John at the foot of the bed, head bowed, shoulders shaking.

Dean had never seen his dad cry before. Even right after the fire, when he was telling the detectives what happened at the police station: completely dry-eyed. So seeing his dad cry was… strange. Dean wanted to make it stop. 

He pushed back the sheets and hopped off the bed. Walking on unsteady, sleepy toddler legs to his dad, he put either hand on John’s knees, looking up at him. John was clutching a worn picture of Mary between his fingers.

“Are you okay, dad?” Dean asked.

John continued to stare at the picture of Mary’s smiling face. After a moment, he sniffed. Wiped his face that was striped with tears with the back of his hand. He ruffled Dean’s hair and said gruffly, “Yeah, kid. I’m fine. Get back to sleep, okay? We got work to do in the morning.”

And the next morning in the car, when Sam was crying in his carseat and kicking up a storm, Dean patted his head and said, “It’s okay, Sammy, shh. Stop crying. We got work to do, okay? So you can’t cry. We got to work.” 

Sam just stared at him with big teary and trusting eyes. Dean didn’t even know what he was really saying at the time; what he was getting them into.

Two 

He didn’t make it a habit to say the words out loud often. He said them more to himself, as a mantra to keep himself on track. But sometimes they would slip out, when he really needed to orient himself: when he really needed to kick his own ass into gear and push down the emotions.

The second time he remembers saying it was when he was 25. He was driving to a case with Danny, the son of one of John’s hunting friends. John was out of commission from a nasty encounter with a wendigo, so they were tag-teaming the ghoul hunt. 

Dean felt his phone buzz, wedged between the driver’s seat and his leg. He pulled it up, glancing at it, just in case it was important. His stomach immediately sank when he saw Sam’s number.

Got to Stanford okay, in case you were wondering. Too hot here. Miss you and Dad. 

The muscles in Dean’s jaw jumped as he clenched it tighter.

“Who’s that?” Danny asked, cocking his shotgun. “Somethin’ about the case?”

“No,” Dean said. He pulled into the driveway of the house where the hauntings were taking place. Eased the Impala into park. “Focus up,” he commanded, cocking his own gun aggressively. “We got work to do.” 

Three 

The seal to the gates of hell are open. Ruby tricked them, and Sam triggered the apocalypse. 

Dean doesn’t know what to say. 

History is repeated again, where Dean is sitting helplessly on one hotel bed, Sam crying on the other. He’s bent at the waist, shoulders hunched, tears silently streaming. 

Dean knows that he’ll blame himself forever. He knows that this might break him. 

He knows he needs to say something.

Getting up unsteadily, he walks over to the bed and sits down on the other side of his brother. The bed creaks from his weight. “C’mon, Sam,” he says into the silence. “We didn’t know, okay? We couldn’t have seen it coming.”

Sam remains silent, glaring at the ground.

A lead in his gut, Dean reaches out a hand, and places it on Sam’s shoulder. “We gotta keep going, okay? We just… we gotta keep fighting. We can’t just sit down and take it.” 

“What’s the point, Dean?” Sam asks. He shrugs off Dean’s shoulder and twists around to glare at him. “Why even try, if I keep fucking everything up? Huh?”

“Because people need us, Sam,” Dean snaps. “We need to finish what we started. We gotta make sure the world is safe, okay? There’s no time to sit around and feel sorry for our damn selves.”

Sam stares at his hands, stonily silent.

Dean stands. Holds out a hand to his younger brother. “C’mon. We got work to do.” 

Sam glares at Dean’s hand for a moment before sighing resignedly. He takes it, and stands.

Four 

When Dean met Cas, a lot changed.

His view on angels not so much: he still thinks they’re a bunch of dicks. But the way that things aren’t always so black and white. That people—angels—can change. That Dean can maybe be… loved. Saved. Worthy of it. 

At least Cas seems to think he’s worth it, anyway. 

He tucks all these feelings into his back pocket; doesn’t want them to see the light of day. Because if they did… well. Then he would have more than his brother to be worried about. And in his line of work, any attachments are frankly a terrible decision.

Except, it’s Cas, and Dean can’t keep his eyes off him. 

And he stares at Cas a lot. He knows he does; it’s almost like there’s a magnet that pulls his eyes to Cas’s face and stays there. Sam notices it; Cas notices it; everyone notices it. Dean just… can’t seem to help it.

Maybe it’s that otherworldly look that he always has on his face. Maybe it’s the perpetual five o’clock shadow that paints his sharp jaw. Maybe it’s because Cas is usually staring right back at him, all up in Dean’s personal space no matter how much Dean complains about it (even though he really doesn’t mind. Not at all. He’d love to have Cas even closer, actually). 

Maybe it’s just because Dean has a damn crush on an angel and he doesn’t know what to do about it. 

“So, you’re sweet on my brother, huh?” Gabriel asks Dean with a leering grin.

Dean snaps his eyes back into the room instead of watching Cas’s back leave the room. “What the fuck? No.” 

Across the room, Sam puts a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. Dean wants to punch him so that he’ll finally respect his damn elders.

“Liar,” Gabriel says. 

“C’mon, that weirdo? In a trenchcoat? What are you smoking?”

“He has a… jeno se qua,” Gabriel says with a wave of his hand in the air. “A certain sexiness, if you will.” 

“I’m not sweet on him.” Dean can feel the blood rising in his cheeks, and he hates it. 

“Sure, Dean-o.” Gabriel winks. “Sure.” 

Cas walks back into the roomthen , looking adorably confused, and of course Dean’s blush increases. He tries to look casual as he leans against the wall with a glare, avoiding Cas’s eyes. 

Sam sputters as he tries not to laugh at Gabriel batting his eyelashes in Cas’s direction. 

“Okay, knock it off, you idiots,” Dean snaps. “We got work to do.” 

Cas tilts his head in that adorable way, asking, “What do you want me to knock off, Dean?”

“Your pants,” says Gabriel casually. 

Sam loses it then, bursting into laughter. 

Five 

The apocalypse is done. By some miracle, they all lived through it—Cas, Bobby, and even Sam, who managed to push Lucifer out before throwing him into the pit. 

There’s no imminent danger, no immediate threat—which is probably why Sam decides to bring it up.

“Are you going to tell him how you feel?” Sam asks. They’re sitting at Bobby’s table, each nursing a beer. Sam is still exhausted from his encounter with Lucifer, so he’s not getting out to hunt much these days; they normally spend their nights like this, just soaking in the quiet before the next inevitable storm.

Dean looks at his brother incredulously. “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid,” Sam says. “I’m not an idiot, Dean. I see the way you look at him.” 

Dean grumbles, sipping at his beer. 

“Dean.” Sam sets his beer down. “The world is quiet. For once. The apocalypse is avoided, Michael and Lucifer are in the cage, just—there will be crap that comes up later. It can’t be avoided. But at least now, in this quiet moment, you can figure things out. With him.”

“Just leave it alone, Sam,” Dean sighs. He doesn’t even have the energy to argue with him anymore. Snatching his beer off the table, he says, “Think I’m gonna finish this outside.” 

He ignores Sam’s worried eyes that follow him out of the house. 

Leaning against the porch railing, he sips at his beer, glaring out into the salvage yard. Something familiar catches his eye: a figure wrapped in a trench coat, head tilted back and staring up at the stars. 

Dean takes a steadying pull of beer before stomping down the porch steps. He stands next to Cas, the neck of his beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. Cas gives him a nod of acknowledgement before looking back up at the twinkling stars above them. 

Clearing his throat, Dean says gruffly, “So, you thinkin’ of going back there?”

“Back there?” Cas asks.

“To, you know.” Dean waves his beer at the sky. “To Heaven.” 

“Heaven is not in the sky, Dean,” Cas chides.

“Okay, whatever. Just answer the damn question: are you going back?”

Cas lifts one shoulder in barely a shrug. He looks at Dean then, blue eyes sparkling in the night. “I might not go back—if I have a reason to stay.” 

“Well, you might have one,” Dean says. “There’s plenty more shit to take care of down here. Rumor has it Raphael is pissed about you rebelling against the apocalypse, so he’ll probably stir some shit up that you have to—”

“Dean.” Cas turns to him, suddenly very serious. “Do I have a reason to stay?”

Dean can feel his breath catch in his throat. He realizes that he could lie. Could laugh it off with a joke or a snarky comment, like he usually does. But he knows it’s now or never. Cas could leave. He’d do anything to stop that. 

“Dean,” Cas says again. There’s a filter of emotion that comes through to his eyes—it looks like hope. That makes Dean crack. 

“Maybe you do have a reason,” Dean says. “Maybe we want you to, I don’t know—stay.” He looks at the ground. “Maybe I want you to stay.” 

Cas takes Dean’s hand. Dean’s heart rate increases as Cas rubs his thumb against Dean’s calloused knuckles. “I want to stay, too.” 

“Good, that’s, uh.” Dean smiles wide. Steps closer to Cas so that their chests are nearly touching. “That’s good, Cas.” 

+1

Dean asks Cas to marry him six months later on the hood of the Impala, burgers and beers between them. 

He doesn’t see the point in waiting when he just…. knows. Cas seems to know too, since Dean can barely get out the question before Cas is tackling him to the hood and kissing him senseless, whispering Yes between each breath. 

Sam cries when they tell him. Of course. Bobby pretends not to get emotional, but Dean sees him wiping at his face a minute later. The angels are, of course, pissed—but Cas couldn’t care less. 

Apparently Cas had been planning to ask Dean from the beginning—he and Charlie had even been making a wedding scrapbook with Charlie in the past few months.

Cas pulls out the scrapbook to show Dean the next morning, both in their pajamas and sitting at Bobby’s kitchen table. His cheeks are stained from embarrassment, unsure how Dean will take it.

But Dean finds it the least embarrassing thing in the world—he just flips through the pages and pages of wedding decorations, tuxes, and rings, and gets increasingly choked up. He almost loses it when he sees the Enochian words for “Forever” inscribed on a ring that Charlie made in photoshop as a mock-up. 

Dean puts down his coffee, and kisses his fiance soundly. When he pulls back, Cas is smiling, bright as the rising sun. 

Shutting the book, Dean stands, and grabs Cas’s hand with a wink. “Well, Cas. Looks like we got work to do.”

[rye-views]

Jumanji: The Next Level (2019) dir. Jake Kasdan. 7.3/10

The fucking horse gdi. It even jumped into the lake.

Yaaa at the guy feeling more pain than women. lmaoo.

We love this acting range. Jack black a1. Why was Awkwafina so meant for Danny Devito’s role? Still not used to Nick Jonas being in this.

Spoiler: [About the gang from the first movie all coming back to town from college. They agree to meet at the breakfast spot, Nora’s, the following morning. Spencer and Martha had been broken up. Spencer currently has his grandpa, Eddie, visiting. That night, Spencer tinkers with the Jumanji game and goes back in. The crew meet up and don’t know where he is so goes to his place where Eddie was meeting Milo, his estranged friend of 15 years. The crew rummage through the house and see the game and go in to save him. Bethany ends up not getting sucked in so goes to Alex to get his help. In the game, they never got to choose characters because it was broken so entered as different characters. Martha is still Ruby Roundhouse. Fridge ended up being Professor Sheldon, Eddie became Dr. Bravestone, and Milo became Franklin Finbar. The grandparents didn’t understand what was happening and will take some time to figure it out even though they are constantly being taught. Nigel takes them on a new adventure, which turns out to be the next level of the game. Their objective is to get the falcon jewel back from the antagonist, Jurgen the Brutal. He had taken it away from the natives even though the jewel brings in prosperity in crops and whatnot. The new crew are dropped into a desert and have to dune buggy off a cliff to avoid aggressive ostriches. They then end up seeing Jurgen and stopped a random thief from stealing the key for the jewel. The thief turns out to be Spencer. They fight their way out. They follow an ex girlfriend of Dr. Bravestone to figure things out. Fridge and Martha end up getting a jumanji berry and discovering a river that allows them to switch characters, but they still revert to who they started as. Spencer steals a camel and Milo has a new skill to understand all languages, including those of animals. They get away and end up fighting mandrills while crossing a maze of bridges. They meet up with Alex and Bethany, but Bethany entered as a horse. After struggling a lot, they kept dying. They find another river and change characters to what they’re suited for so that they have the best chance of beating the game. Martha is still Ruby. Spencer is Dr. Bravestone. Bethany is Sheldon. Fridge is Finbar. Milo is the horse, Eddie is Ming, the thief. They enter Jurgen’s fortress as Bethany and Fridge pretend to be the Brothers Kababik, who are guests of Jurgen atm. Spencer and Martha climb an ice wall to get in. Milo and Eddie are captured and imprisoned. Spencer and Martha save Eddie. Alex saves Milo from a boobytrapped cage after 2 deaths. Jurgen asks the brothers kababik where their sister is, because she is to be his wife. He was going to kill them until Martha shows up and claims to be the bride. As they are about to be wed, Jurgen’s butler receives a message saying the real brothers will be late in arriving. When realizing that they are impostors, a fight ensues. Jurgen leaves via blimp as he sees that Dr. Bravestone is in possession of the Jumanji berry. Dr. Bravestone stops the blimp and attacks hinm with the berry, which is his weakness. He falls to his death. Milo has wings, turns out, and Eddie flies on him to get Spencer. They got the jewel and Eddie flies with Milo to show it to the sun. The sun is what it needs to give the power. They shout Jumanji and win the game. During their journey, Milo and Eddie fixed their falling out. They were estranged because Milo went into retirement and sold their joint restaurant while Eddie wanted to work until he died. Milo came to restore their friendship that day because he is sick and dying. He requests to be left in the game because he finally has wings. Everyone gets back. Spencer’s mom comes home and Eddie says that Spencer taught him how to play video games. Eddie also gets rehired by the restaurant. At the end, the guy in charge of fixing the heater in Spencer’s basement sees the game. While Spencer and his crew are eating at Nora’s a flock of ostriches run by.]

[amerrierworld]

Curtain. (iii)

Carol (2015) fanfiction

Pt: 1 | 2

Word Count: 1,884

"Hey, T, you alright?" Dannie said as they got back to Therese's place. He leaned against the wall as she struggled to get her keys out.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, ya seemed a bit distracted during dinner. Did something happen? Was it Richard?"

Therese hesitated in answering as her hand halted on the door knob. Sure, Richard was always a pain in her ass. Their respective jobs kept them apart, thank God, but Therese was never the keenest on keeping exes in her circle of friends. In this case she had no choice.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, he's always been a misogynistic asshole, don't you think? I can only handle him for so long at any given time," Therese said, breezing inside with an air of nonchalance. Dannie wasn't having any of it as he followed her.

"Or was it a certain blonde boss that was keeping you from enjoying the night?" he asked as he followed her up the stairs.

"Shut up, Dannie," Therese quipped back without looking at him. "I'm stressed, alright? You might get a bit of a break now that the show's done, but I've got a new job coming up and that shit's never easy."

"Right, sorry, T, I didn't mean to upset you."

Therese sighed as they got to her door, turning to face him. "No, it's okay. I'm being weird, I know. It's just... well, sometimes I get confused, y'know? Like I just don't know what I want, and I get swept up in all these things and people around me, and I can't say no to any of it. Now what am I doing? I'm barely out, and barely paying my rent, and not doing the jobs I originally wanted to do. I never planned to be an art teacher of any kind. And it all just piles up."

She was staring at the ground, brows furrowed as she thought things through. Though she wouldn't tell Dannie the real aggressor of her overloaded thoughts was in fact the director, it was the only thing truly on her mind. She hadn't looked at anyone properly or found anyone as attractive as the blonde woman who she didn't even know the first name of. It scared her.

Two strong arms wrapped around Therese firmly and Dannie hugged her during her brief ruminating session.

"I can't imagine what it's like, T," he said, his chin on her hair. "I know it's probably tough, Phil's had a hell of a ride with figuring himself out and that took a toll on him. You've had it almost worse in my opinion, cause it took being with a shithead like Richard-"

Therese snorted.

"... to make you realize that you deserve more, and better."

"Being gay is the best thing in the world," Therese sighed. "But also the worst. No girls I look at ever know what they want. Or what they like. Or they're just experimenting. And, you know, homophobia..."

"Ignorance."

"Hate."

"Yeah, but girls."

"Yeah. Girls," Therese cracked a smile and Dannie did too. He bumped her arm playfully and she opened her apartment door.

"You wanna come inside for a drink?"

"Nah, I better head home. Phil's probably done his shift so I gotta make sure he eats at least something other than Redbull before he crashes on the bed."

"Gotcha."

"Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'm just a call away."

"I know, Dannie. Thank you."

"Goodnight T, have some sweet... blonde... dreams!"

Therese tried to swing her purse at him but missed as her best friend went cackling down the stairs.

-

September - before the first day

"Oh, Miss Belivet, is it?" asked the elderly lady at the front desk. Therese nodded, pulling at her skirt, her bag swung over her shoulder as she stood by the reception desk of the school- her new school.

She'd been working tirelessly the past week to really get herself in order. She even had a plan for the kids; themes accompanied with the crafts, and lessons in the art they were doing, not just mindless cutting and glueing. God, she definitely wasn't getting paid enough for this. Therese hoped her work would at least be appreciated.

"I was called to see the school today with Mrs... Robichek, I think it was?"

"Yes, you're right, I'll just page her down."

Therese waited by the receptionist, wandering a bit as she took in the school's architecture. Despite its clear technological advances of the relatively up-to-date phones, computers and printers, the school itself still had an old architectural feel to it, like something out of the 50s. The floors had a horrendous tiled pattern and the walls' pale green colours had faded into something ghastly.

Shuffling caught her attention and Therese turned to see a small, old lady with thick framed glasses in the doorway of the office. Though she looked just as ghastly as the school's design, she had a peppy smile on her face.

"Welcome, Theresa," she began. Therese's own smile faltered a little but she couldn't be bothered to correct her new colleague. Robichek, or Ruby as she introduced herself, gave Therese a tour of the small but well-regarded school.

"Now, you've got it easy, Theresa dear. You'll just need to be here everyday after school, no need for those 8am calls! Hah!"

Therese zoned out a bit as she watched the janitors and teachers bustle about the school, preparing for the new year and welcoming all the kids. Teachers with boxes filled with notebooks and markers. Desks being shuffled around and moved. The janitors cleaning the windows and floors thoroughly, making the tiles shine so brightly it gave Therese a headache.

"Here we are," Ruby suddenly piped up, entering a small classroom. Therese did a full turn once inside, noting the sink at the back of the room, handy, she thought. A selection of about 20 seemingly unused easels were propped up against the far wall, making Therese's hands itch with excitement.

"Now, usually this is Mr. Tucker's classroom. After 3pm, you've got it for yourself. You won't be allowed to move or touch his desk, but do whatever you like with the rest of the set up, as long as you move it back at the end of the day."

"What does Mr. Tucker teach?"

"Hm? Oh, during the school day he teaches the eighth graders, mainly. He's also coach and teaches gym, so he barely uses this room for his own things; that's what the gym office is for."

Therese wandered around the room for a bit, wondering if she was invading someone's space by being here. But no, she was only playing babysitter for kids after school. Administration insisted it still needed a curricular focus, according to Ruby, that's why they wanted an art-focused program rather than just letting kids waste their time for an hour or two.

"Between you and me, I think they're also doing it so they can cut some of the art funding during the regular day. This is technically outside of school hours so they don't have to worry about it, but they still count it as the curriculum being met," Ruby scoffed. Therese hummed in response, knowing how little arts were appreciated in schools nowadays, especially for younger years.

"Well, I think that's it, my dear! There's room in the teacher's lounge for your things once you start tomorrow. You needn't worry about taking up anyone's space, so do what you like."

"Thank you, Mrs. Robichek."

"Not a problem."

"Can I ask one question though? Where are all the art supplies?"

"Ah, that. Well. You see, I'm afraid this is as much as you're gonna get. It's an art club, Miss Belivet. The school board isn't going to be buying supplies for you."

With that, Mrs. Robichek walked out, leaving Therese to her own devices. She wandered about, checking the drawers in the cabinets and by the sink. A box of broken crayons and old Crayola markers was all she found. Some scissors, half a pack of construction paper, a couple glue sticks... The only real asset were the easels at the back of the room. Someone probably funded those with good intention, but no one seemed interested to use them properly.

As she crouched by the sink, rummaging through the last few piles of flimsy paper and boxes, the door opened. In walked a beanpole of a man- thin glasses framing his beady eyes. He was dressed in a suit that seemed to hang off of his body, old and boring in every way. He had a box in hand that he set on the desk before noticing Therese at the other end of the room.

"Who are you?" he asked immediately. This, Therese assumed, was Mr. Tucker.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Tucker. I'm Therese Belivet, I'm-,"

"The new art teacher, yes I know. I suppose we're sharing this classroom for the year, hm?"

Therese nodded bleakly as she got up, a forgotten glue stick in hand.

"I'll have you know I have a very strict way with my things, Miss Belivet. I will not allow you to move anything off of my desk. This need for art after school nonsense is ridiculous in my opinion, but I will mostly be in my separate office by the gym. Do what you like with those things,"  he nodded to the easels, "but don't make a mess of my classroom."

Therese was stumped by the man's arrogance and haughty behaviour so she clasped her hands in front of her instinctively, like she was a student back at boarding school. "Of course, sir."

He gave her a pointed look, not moving from his spot. Understanding the cue, Therese hurried out the classroom as fast as her feet would carry her.

God, what a weasel of a man, she thought, taking a breather as she headed back to the main office. She wouldn't be needed until 3pm the next day, which opened up her mornings nicely. She waved goodbye to the receptionist, who she learned was named Patricia, and walked out in the late summer evening air.

Therese hurried to get a cab, texting Dannie on her way back to her apartment.

met 3 new colleagues today. 1/3 was actually bearable

Dannie replied within a few minutes.

no shit, eh? what are they like?

receptionist is nice, does her job and didn't ask any questions. this one other lady teacher seems to be like everyone's overbearing grandma (good thing she teaches kindergarten i guess??) oh and the last guy seems like a total creep- really uptight

what does he teach?

gym. he's the coach of whatever teams they can even have here. it's such a small school.

damn, he's not ripped is he? if he creeps you again i could take him down, maybe.

lol nah he's a stick more than anything. doesn't seem to like me, or art for that matter. i have to share a classroom with him.

bummer. maybe paint the walls a sick fluorescent magenta? that might send him a message. kids would enjoy it too

Therese snorted at her phone, though the message gave her an idea. She hastily sent a reply to Dannie before directing the cab to the nearest art supply store.

A/N: Two updates in one day. I couldn’t help myself :3 Hope you like it folks. It won’t be long until our two leading ladies meet, I promise.

[nakedmonkey]

Holy bacon bits I shrieked when I saw you’d reblogged this shiz... 16 + 21 OR either one by itself :-) you pick 💋

<3 

“I thought you were dead” + “Pin my hands above my head” kisses

*****

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mick, for the 15th time, I am fine.” 

He helps her to the couch and is surprisingly gentle in setting her down, holding most of her weight so she doesn't have to strain.

“I don’t know–you’re bleeding. Kind of a lot.” 

“For a dude with multiple face tattoos, you sure are squeamish.”

“I don’t like blood.” 

“You’re full of surprises, Mick.”

He actually looks like he might faint, and Beth actually feels bad for the guy. He looks like Danny when he sees blood, and when Danny sees blood, the only thing that will keep him from freaking out is a chore.

“Will you grab me a glass of water, please?” 

“Yeah.” 

She lets him figure out where the glasses are himself. She figures the longer she can distract him, the better. Just when he’s opening the pantry, the backdoor is flung open and Annie storms in, still in her robe and pajamas, phone pressed to her ear, and Beth already knows that’s Ruby on the line.

The second Annie sees her, she rushes to her side, already scoping out Beth’s thigh for the source of all that blood.

“Yeah, I’m here, hang on a sec–oh, my god, are you okay? She’s bleeding to death, Ruby.”

“Jesus!” Beth snatches the phone out of Annie’s hand and steadies her voice as best she can when she speaks into it. “I am not bleeding to death, it’s just a scratch.” 

“I don’t know, man. Looks like Old Faithful to me–move so I can see.” 

“I’m sorry,” Ruby cuts in. “Old Faithful? Should you be in a hospital?”

“No.”

“I can handle it,” Annie says, like it’s obvious. “You’re gonna have to take your pants off.”

Beth waves her off as she continues to reassure Ruby, “I swear, I’m fine. Everything is fine. Just trust me, okay?” 

Ruby sighs heavily while Annie sits at Beth's feet, waiting for the call to wrap up.

“Fine. But i swear to god, if I find out you bled out, I’ll kill you.” 

“Fair enough. I will call you in the morning.” 

“Kay. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” 

“What about me?” Annie pipes in, but Ruby hangs up. “Rude.” 

The moment Beth drops the phone, Rio bursts through the front door, jaw set, eyes glaring at everyone in sight, but most directly at Beth, who is trying to seem like just sitting up straight doesn’t send a shooting pain all along the side of her thigh and leg. 

“She alright?” He asks Mick, who nods curtly. 

“Stray bullet grazed her. Bleeding a little, but she’s good.” 

“That’s too bad. Maybe if she’d lost a leg she’d learn that when I say she shouldn’t come, it’s not really a suggestion.” 

He’s looking at her when he says it, nostrils flaring with barely contained anger, but Beth hasn’t bled out and so she’s not about to back down so easily. 

“Excuse me, you didn’t say ‘you shouldn’t come’, I asked you who you were meeting, and you said ‘it doesn’t concern you’.” 

Annie snorts at Beth’s “Rio voice” but sobers up at the pointed glare Rio shoots her way, getting up immediately to excuse herself. 

“You know what? I think uh, I think you’ve got everything under control. You’re not dead, so. I’m going to skedaddle. I do have a house full of kids right now, so.”

“Yeah, where are the kids?” 

“Nance is with them, relax.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Mick offers, following Annie out of the house. 

The second the door clicks shut, Beth barrels right into it before Rio can talk over her.

“Before you say anything else, I just want to reiterate that if you just learned to use your words with the mere capacity of  like a five yeard old with basic communication skills, this wouldn’t have happened.”

He’s still glaring when she gets up and limps through her bedroom, into the bathroom, where she pulls a first aid kit from under the sink.

It hurts a little still. A radiating kind of pain, like a bee sting. A very big bee sting. But if she complains about it, she’ll never hear the end of it and she’s tired, so she makes quick work of pulling off her pants, only wincing a little when pushing past the wound because Rio’s right behind her, stopping in the doorway to watch her work. 

“It’s just a scratch,” she tells him. “It’s a big scratch. But just a scratch.” 

He crosses his arms and she hears him exhale.

“I mean, I was bound to get shot, right? To be honest, I kinda always thought it’d be by you, but -- best laid plans or whatever.” 

She cleans it quickly, then holds a wet towel to it, breathing shakily through the pain, her own rambling distracting her. 

“And before you start lecturing me, I wasn’t even there long. I left when you told me to leave, because unlike you, I can read a room. But the shooting started pretty soon after that and I just jumped in Mick’s car, because I’m what? Quick on feet.” 

She does hiss a little when she attempts kicking off her jeans, sighing with relief when she finally manages it before leaning back against the bathroom counter. She barely has a moment to register him moving, when he’s in front of her, and cupping her face, and then he’s kissing her. One, two kisses, and on the third he lingers there, hands on her face, and a little desperate.

When he pulls back, he swiftly wraps his arms around her, crushing her to him and she can feel him actively breathing her in, clearly unable to voice his concern, though there’s no need. He’s never held her, not like this, and the emotion wells up in Beth’s throat when she hugs him back, gently rubbing his back. 

“I’m okay,” she reassures him and he nods against her shoulder before slowly drawing back, his attention quickly returning to her injury. 

Now he kneels in front of her and turns her sideways so he can take a close look. 

Beth’s still processing the unexpected moment of tenderness when she hears him grunt his disapproval. 

“This is gonna scar, I hope you know that.” 

Rolling her eyes, she steps carefully around him and back into the bedroom. 

“I’m fine!” 

“Hard to believe that when you’ve got blood gushing out of your leg right now.” he gruffs behind her.

As she rummages through her dresser for a pair of shorts she can wear to bed, she hears him flop down on the bed, and when she turns around, pair of blue silk pajama shorts in her hand, he’s flat on his back, face covered with both hands.

“Okay, I feel like people need to calm down about this. The overmebellishing is...a little much.” 

“It’s like you’re incapable of hearing ‘no’. I say ‘don’t go’ and it’s like an invitation to you.” 

Beth sighs and drops the shorts on the floor in favor of carefully climbing astride him on the bed. 

“Look,” she starts, sitting low on his waist. “Don’t take this the wrong way because I’m obviously very fond of you for the most part, but please, just shut the fuck up.” 

His hands fall away then and his face scrunches into a hilarious grimace. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Do you want to keep barating me? Or do you want to have sex?”

She gasps when he flips her onto her back, and then laughs at the disgruntled look on his face despite evidence of the opposite pressing into her. 

“Careful, I’m injured.”

“Thought it was just a scratch, tough guy,” he counters, pushing her hands above her head and holding them there with one hand while the other ventures lover down her abdomen and under her shirt.

“Yes, but I’m fragile.”

She squirms when he grazes her ribcage on his way to cup and gently squeeze her right breast.  

“You’re a lot of things, but fragile is not one of them.” 

She tugs at her hands but he pins them harder, leveling his gaze to hers as he does so. 

“Just once, do what I tell you and stay still.”

She’s about to hit him with a surely excellent comeback when he kisses her. All smooth and mind-numbing. When he nips at her bottom lip, she moans softly, then grunts when another attempt to free her hands gets her a counter squeeze of her wrists, and when she feels his tongue do that thing that makes her head all swimmy, she relents, deciding it’s in her best interests to just let him think he’s won.

Just this once. Because really, they’re both winning. 

[spongebob-connoisseur]

i know this is mainly a spongebob blog but just curious what’s your other interests? 🙂

Oh I wasn't expecting this 👀 you've opened a can of worms anon!

Hmm spongebob consumes my thoughts a lot of the time but I do like anime. My favorite genre is the magical girl genre which I can't explain why but it's a lot of fun. My favorite magical girl anime was/is cardcaptor Sakura. I adored it as a kid. It got on Netflix during the summer and uhh it changed my opinion. Watching the original dub was shit, it cut out all sorts of details and stuff of the show but watching the true og show. Its messed up. It's weird because I'm between both liking it and hating it. There are still things I like about it but also left a sour taste in my mouth. If there could be a redub where they take out the weird shit would be nice. So anyways futari wa pretty cure is now my new absolutely favorite😔

Other anime I watched was soul eater, I recently finished it. I've been wanting to see it since I missed out seeing it back in middle school and well I adoooore lord death. Also I'm currently watching the 3rd season of Osomatsu-san. The show has been my favorite for years now. It's so rewatchable. My favorite trio of the matsuno boys is Karamatsu, Ichimatsu, and Choromatsu.

I also really like Jojo's bizzare adventure. I remember in high school finishing up rose of versailles. The ending was so sad and I wasn't over it yet. I was still attached to all the characters and my friend was like "you know what you should watch? Jojo" she now admits that was terrible advice and that she doesn't know what she was thinking but I think it was a good idea. Rose of versailles takes place in 18th century France I think? And Jojo begins in late 19th century England. The themes kinda felt close so it was easy to transition into except Jojo was really comedic and enjoyable. Speedwagon is best waifu.

I do recommend Rose of Versailles. It's so dramatic and extra. The sheer drama of avoiding talking to someone for weeks but then being forced to wish someone a happy new year and then having a mental breakdown?? Good shit.

I enjoyed cartoons a lot for a time. Like Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Adventure Time and Infinity Train, over the garden wall. I've sort of fell out of love with cartoons? The fandoms are so toxic that it makes it hard to enjoy. I know that fandoms don't ruin the show itself but definitely takes away from the experience. I enjoy discussions of shows and the vibe gets killed by the sheer bitterness and fake woke hot takes of people. I can talk a lot about this but I don't really want to.

I still kinda want to watch owl house. Maybe when it gets added to Disney+.

Some cartoons I liked a lot is Ruby Gloom and the 90s spiderman cartoon.

The 90s spiderman cartoon is crazy. I recommend watching. It has better continuity than most anime with the most craziest plot lines?? I can't believe it. The 90s marvel cartoons was the original MCU. The 90s spiderman finale episode is the original Into the spiderverse. I looove this show. It was my first favorite show before Spongebob.

I enjoy music, I've mentioned before my favorite genre is horror rock. I like the ghastly ones but I really adore creature feature. They're my favorite band of all time. I can go on talking about them or their side project Rufus rex. I also like oingo boingo. I like to draw Danny elfman in his oingo boingo days or his cool demon costumes. I also like Alesana? Each album is like a story that goes together so its fun to put them together and figure out the whole overarching story though I think they already published a book about it but I never came around to reading it yet. I also like Siouxie and the banshees, Leslie Gore, lemon demon, Cab Calloway, dead or alive. There are some bands I do like that are a bit problematic that I wouldn't recommend. I'm not paying for it but I feel like it would still contribute to them if I said I liked them or something.

I've mentioned before I liked a lot of Tim Burton movies which is true. I don't like him though as an individual. It kinda hurts how he said people like me don't fit the aesthetic of his movies and I grew up adoring his movies and aesthetic and everything. I think it's crazy. Anyways if you want to watch some for free just type "x movie name google drive" now you can enjoy all his movies without paying for it.

Anyways Danny Elfman made all his movies 💅 💅

My favorite movie from him was the live action Alice in Wonderland movie which I know isn't the best quality but nostalgia?? This movie hits different and I can't explain why. I also liked batman returns.

I like other movies like Coraline, and other movies.

Persepolis is one of my most favorite movie of all time. I also enjoy the persepolis comics. Idk it just hits so hard, its a biography of the author in comic form but her experiences was so relatable. I very much recommend.

I like studio ghibli movies, and anything under the genre of horror comedy. I'm a huge softie who likes soft cute things like I watched beetlejuice movie and I latched onto Adam and Barbara hard. Partially because I crushed on both but also because they were too cute. A couple that doesn't follow usual marriage stereotypes and genuinely loved each other? And how much they love their daughter Lydia?? How much they protect her like she was their own? My heaaart. I don't like the musical specifically because of how hard they nerfed them. I also watched the fly because Geena Davis was in it and she's just super pretty.

I like watching the Lupin the third movies.

I like vintage movies like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. My friend joked about how your parents introduce these movies to you because vintage movies were things they watched in their home country. Yeah that's pretty much it.

Also vintage horror movies. Have you ever seen the 1930s Dracula with Bela Lagosi? Its more funny than scary. Renfield got yeeted down the stairs.

I also like fashion. Some styles I like are from the early 90s, the 80s and 40s. I like the big shoulder look. I actually got my mom's leather trenchcoat from the early 90s with shoulderpads and I really love it. It's so extra but fun.

I also love cats, rats and corvids. Cats are free serotonin. Rats are super cute. Crows, ravens and magpies are all cuties. Its hard to pick a favorite from them. If you're friends with me then expect to be spammed with videos of crows, cats, and rats.

These are things I could think of off the top of my head. Its pretty much rambling but I hope you enjoy💜😜