#walleye asks

[cannibal-walleye]

askin u about your imp n skizz band au: what's goin on with scott? id love to hear your brain thoughts lol

YIPPEE I ACTUALLY GOT AN ASK :D I spent all day drawing this lol

Scott is (obviously) part of Gem and the Scotts!

He plays bass and sings accompanying vocals :) He also does most of the makeup, outfits, hair dye, and paint for the group, especially for Impulse, who is absolutely clueless about those things lol.

He's a blizz hybrid, which is a cold version of the blaze, so he gets little blizz rods around his head and ice powers. When using his powers, the ends of his hair and tail freeze, giving him frosted tips (hehe get it? frosted tips-), and his eyes glow icy blue. He's also dating Jimmy in this au! They were roommates in college, started going out their junior year, and have been together since <3 He even has a feather sticker on his bass to remember his bf when on stage for encouragement. Scott likes to steal his shirts, and doesn't care that they have holes in the back for Jimmy's wings

That's what I've come up with for Scott thus far!! I'm still figuring out timelines and how the band actually got together. Feel free to send in more asks if you're curious about anyone or anything!

[cannibal-walleye]

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh I so happyyyyyyy :)))))

I'm like, a year behind on replying to messages like this but I'm so so happy that you love my fic!!!!! Stuff like this FEEDS me :D

Also I'd absolutely love fanart and would commit crimes and things to have some, please and thank. If crimes aren't good enough, I guess I'll try being a little less normal about the two idiots (if it's even POSSIBLE at this point, probably not)

and if even THATS not enough, I suppose I may or may not have the next chapter soon. I will say that things are spiraling a teensy bit out of proportion, I have more ideas in my brainium than I had planned to write, but just know that next chapter. oh boy. y'all are getting FED

To @cannibal-walleye !!! Sending this on anon because the idea of being perceived scares the living shit out of me and I have crippling social anxiety. But! You're amazing! Stumbling ass-backwards into finding your skizzpulse fic This Side of the Screen was one of the best (accidental) decisions I've made in a while. I'll never forget the moment I connected the dots and realized you, the artist, was also you, the author lol. Expect more fanart soon, and, you should totally be even less normal about Impulse and Skizz. For fun <3

@cannibal-walleye !!!

[i-give-you-a-fish]

I wanna silly le fishe, can I have it pls????

Goober

You get a Walleye

Sander vitreus/Stizostedion vitreum

[nevesceramics]

I wanna start off by saying that you’re an amazing sculptor and artist! Went back through your blog and was gushing over all your work! Also noticed you’ve done a lot of fish pieces in the past. So I was wondering, which do you prefer to create: fish or furry animals (like dogs and bears)?

Thank you!! That is a tough question, though I have been drawing animals (mammals mostly) pretty much since I could. I've loved fish ever since going fishing with my dad at about 3 yrs old, but I never thought to make art about them until experimenting while studying ceramics in college a few years ago.

TLDR is I love them both too much to choose, but I tend to think more about mammals in fall/winter (we hunt/trap for furs and meat all through this time), and spring/summer is fishing time so they are on my brain more during the warm months. Furry mammals are def my comfort zone tho.

[anyarose011]

Bah, Humbug! {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: Realizing you are stuck over winter break in the school your father (with many nicknames such as: Rat Bastard, Colossal Asshole, or the most popular, Walleye) teaches at, you try to make the best of it. Or, at least the best you can make it with five other boys your age

Part 1 of 10 (Masterlist)

Warnings: Swearing, period typical sexism, feminism (abandon all hope ye who enter if this has to be a warning), sarcastic reader, Teddy Kountze, and casual racism (a subsection to Teddy Kountze)

You've heard of "Paul Hunham being a father figure" now I present to you: "Paul Hunham being a girl-dad and an academic rivals to lovers with Angus Tully". I became obsessed with this movie, and decide to add my own spin onto it. It's also my first time writing for Tumblr, so I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 4.8k

“You said we were going to Copenhagen this year.”

The first nine words you said to your father after he told you about the predicament the both of you were in.  He sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I know.” You haven’t heard him trying to be this understanding since…you couldn’t recall. “I don’t want to be stuck here just as much as you-.”

“-So then just say no.”

He scoffed, yet still smiled. “It’s a stupid lottery, and my name got picked.”

“Bullshit-.”

“-Hey.” He warned.

Sighing, you glanced out your window. Thin specks of snow were falling onto the already pure as white ground, cascading down the roofs of houses. At least it was snowing and would resemble somewhat of a nice Christmas.

“Can we at least do something fun?” You questioned.

“I thought you said men don’t deserve to have fun the same way they think women don’t deserve rights?”

“Do the boys you teach think the same?” You looked at him.

He shrugged. “Not really in my field of work to get to know them.”

“Wonderful.” You rolled your eyes.

Your father squeezed your shoulder. “Yes, we can have little activities that children your age would consider fun. Still, I vow to enhance their intellect and schoolwork, considering that most of them are…lackluster.”

“Does this mean that I’ll get to drag their asses in mythology trivia?”

“In colloquial terms, yes.”

That brought a smile to your face, and you got up from your bed. “I think I’ll make dinner tonight if that’s alright?” You didn’t wait for him to answer as you left the room. “Maybe pie? I know Mary taught me-.”

“-Woah, woah, woah.” He followed you out into the hallway, stopping you. “We’re not eating here.”

You blinked, the only sound forming from your throat being. “Huh?”

He sighed as if going to tell you the worst news in the world (at the time, oh boy, was it). “They’re cutting the power to the faculty housing, so we’re going to be living at the school over winter break.”

Your face drops along with your heart, shock settling in. “Say that again?”

“We’re going to be living at the school-.”

“-No I heard you.”

“Then why did you ask me to repeat myself?”

“You’re telling me,” you bring on the drama, raising your voice. “I have to lodge with teenage boys?! The cursed sex?!”

He sighed. “You won’t be sleeping in the same room as them-.”

“-I can’t even look at you right now.” You pushed past him, going back into your room and tossing yourself onto your bed.

“Countess Natalya,” he taunts tiredly, knowing you hope your melodramatic attitude would wear him down. “we don’t have a choice.”

You point at him, not bringing your face up from your pillow. “Don’t you dare bring Natasha into this, she would react the same way!”

He laughed. “You get your stubbornness from your mother.”

“I get it from my father!” That’s what made you turn and bring your head up.

There’s a silence with tenseness lacing it like icing on a cake. Paul Hunham’s sigh of frustration broke it, approaching you. “Whether we like it or not, we’re stuck here. Whether we like it or not, we’re going to have to endure the attitude of pubescent boys who, I guarantee you, even when their frontal lobes form at twenty-five, will still be inconsiderate, full of themselves, and not know what true hard work is…We don’t get to do things we want all the time, that’s the reality of the situation.”

You still wore the same, spiteful look on your face as he told you this; as if you were a little girl being told, no, you can’t stay up until midnight tonight. Then, once he was finished, the look subsided only a little.

“I hate you.” Was your reply.

He ruffled your hair. “You’re the light of my life too, Jo March.” With that, he stood up with a pleasant smile. “But no worries, I don’t expect you to deal with the inadequacy of the male testosterone.” He then left the room, and you could hear his voice echo. “Now pack your things; clothes, toiletries, your books above everything, I know.”

He still continued to ramble, but in all honestly, it wasn’t important enough to this day for you to remember. All that was going through your head, was that you were going to spend almost a month in a musty, falling apart, preparatory school, with who knew how many musty teenage boys.

It was then you started planning how exactly you’d fly to Copenhagen by yourself.

That only lasted for about two minutes when you realized that your father had your passport locked in a safe with his, and you weren’t really in the mood to lockpick that day (or learn how to for that matter). So instead, you spent the majority of the time packing your suitcase, and your father was right; your books were the most important ones you’d pack.

You didn’t initially plan on socializing with the boys, so you nearly brought your entire library of books to entertain yourself; the only thing stopping you from bringing all of it was, besides your father, the copious amounts of clothing. You didn’t quite like planning out what outfit you’d wear for each day, so it was better to be safe and bring choices.

Your father had gone ahead of you to help the Boys Left Behind (a title you wouldn’t tell anyone for a few years), settle in. Settle in being him being your father and setting the ground rules whilst running that school like the damn Navy. So, there you were, walking through the ankle-deep snow with your backpack and suitcase that was meant for Copenhagen.

The school only had a few buildings; two dormitories for the boys, a small shack for the maintenance, the chapel, and one large building consisting of all the classrooms, dining hall, infirmary, and whatever else was needed for a rich, all American boy education system.

Perhaps you’d gotten a taste of what the American Revolutionists felt at Valley Forge when you heard a voice call.

“Hey!”

You looked up from where you stood and saw five boys near the courtyard by a pickup truck. Your blood, if not already freezing from the winter snow, ran cold at the sight. The same boy yelled again.

“Do you need help, are you lost?”

You shook your head, pitching our voice up a bit higher and shouting back.

“No, thank you!”

Trying to continue on your way, you looked up again to see one of them running towards you. Cursing to yourself, you tried to keep your head low and pick up the pace, but you got to see him one he was closer to you. His face was boyish, and you first thought he was a sophomore at first. His hair to his shoulders, something you didn’t expect to see for someone attending such a prestigious school. And…damn it all, he was attractive (for a boy your age).

“Hi,” he greeted you warmly with his hand out. “Jason Smith.”

You looked at it for a moment (still a bit blindsided how someone at this school could be so genuine) before shaking and giving him your name. He shook his head, chuckling as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

“You’re Hunham’s daughter?”

Oh…perhaps you shouldn’t have told him that. Still, you tried to let it roll off your back and played it cool, laughing along with him. “Yeah, I’m stuck over here with you guys.”

“Well, hopefully we won’t get on your nerves too badly. Do you want me to carry that for you?” He offered.

“Oh.” You looked down at your suitcase and handed it to him. “Go ahead, thank you.”

Jason took it, and the both of you began to make your trek up the small hill with the truck. He was being a gentleman, so you decided to keep the conversation going.

“So, why’re you here?”

He shrugged. “My family usually goes skiing for the holidays, but my old man won’t let me go until I cut my hair.”

“That’s really mean of him.” You stated.

Jason snorted “You should tell him that.”

“I will.”

“Oh yeah?”

“For sure.” You went ahead of him, turning around and walking backwards up the hill. “Give me his number and I’ll give him a stern talking to.”

That only made him laugh harder. “You should study to be a lawyer; you make a great case.”

“My father said the same thing once; I just personally have a theory that all parents tell their children they’d be good lawyers because they argue with them. As if it’s not a child’s right to argue.”

“You’re well-spoken too.”

“For a woman?”

You saw panic pale his face. “What?”

A smile couldn’t help but make its way to your mouth. “Only teasing.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Scared me for a moment.”

“Yeah?” You joked, turning back over your shoulder as you felt yourself at the top of the summit. “I usually get that a lot. That’s why my da-.”

Once your eyes drifted up to see the rest of the Boys Left Behind, your words fell silent. The youngest ones, who you assumed to be freshman, you did not recognize but knew immediately they would be kinder than the two whom you already knew.

Teddy ‘I only lost because I went easy on you’ Kountze, and Angus ‘I know more than you’ Tully.

These motherfuckers.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Angus groaned.

Teddy merely blinked, as if he couldn’t believe it. “What’re you doing here?”

“She’s Walleye’s kid, idiot.” Angus pointed out. “Of course she’d be here.”

Jason looked between the three of you. “You know each other?”

With whatever self-control you had (and you barely had any), you kept calm. “They’re just sore losers I met months ago.”

Teddy rolled his eyes. “Hunham wasn’t proud of us after one test, so he called in her one day, and we had to basically go up against her in some bullshit trivia match.”

“Wait,” Jason looked back at you. “so it was you versus the entire class?”

You stood proudly. “Uh huh.”

“Lost to this dickwad of all people.” Teddy slapped Angus’ back. “We couldn’t believe she met her match; she tore apart almost everyone else in class.”

 “So then why are you acting like you did any better?” You tried your best to sound as if you were joking but were also dead serious.

He scoffed. “Doesn’t matter if I did; you still lost.”

Rolling your eyes, they soon fell onto the youngest pair, staring up at you as if in study. You smiled, holding out your hand, introducing yourself. “What’re your names?”

The one with glasses and black hair shook yours first. “Ye-Joon.”

Then the boy paler than a lightbulb and cheeks turning red from the cold. “Alex.”

“And what’re you two doing here?”

Ye-Joon spoke first. “My family is in Korea, and they think it’s too far for me to travel alone.”

“I figured it was because your rickshaw was broken.” Teddy snickered.

“What’s a rickshaw?”

You shrugged, despite knowing what it was. “Not sure, I am sure that he’s an idiot though.”

Teddy acted as if you were flirting with him. “Highest compliment I’ve ever gotten from you.”

“What about you?” Jason questioned. “You’re Hunham’s kid, but do you go to school in town or…?”

“Homeschooled.” You weren’t the one who responded. All eyes went to Agnus Tully, still smoking a cigarette and averting his eyes from everyone. “Which checks out.”

You tilted your head, hiding your growing nerves with a surprised smile. “Aw, look at that; Frankenstein’s Monster does have the capacity to memorize things.”

The only one who laughed was Teddy, and you almost wanted to take it back.

Angus just shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what kind of schtick it is to be the angry girl, but it doesn’t look nice on you.”

“Hey, leave the lady alone.” Jason stepped in.

“Lady?” He said the word as if it was foreign to call you that.

“Yes,” you agreed with Jason despite how much you didn’t want to, but your desire to humble Angus Tully outweighed your morals (a reoccurring theme for the Winter of 1970). “I’m a lady.”

“For how much you start fights, I wouldn’t call you one.”

“Ladies do not start fights, but they can sure as hell finish them.”

He merely rolled his eyes and went back to smoking. Fair enough…him not engaging only made him look like the bigger person. Still, it wasn’t worth it for you to continue beating a tall, dead, dumb, horse with curly hair.

“What’s your story?” Jason asked Alex.

“Oh,” he sounded shocked. “my parents are on a mission in Paraguay. We’re LDS.”

“Mormons, right?”

Teddy asked before he could respond. “Do you guys wear some kind of magic underwear?”

You turned to Jason and whispered as Alex went into an explanation. “I’m going to slap him into next semester the next time some stupid shit leaves his mouth.”

He tried to hide his smile. “I don’t think any of us would mind, to be honest.”

“Hey,” Teddy interrupted. “what’s with the townies?”

Everyone turned to the chapel and saw two men carrying the Christmas tree out. Agnus yelled. “Excuse me! What are you doing with our Christmas tree?”

“The school sold it back to us!” He responded. “Scotch pine, still fresh.”

The other one added. “Yeah, we’re gonna put it back on the lot. Do it every year.”

“This is the most bullshit ever.” Angus shook his head, then looking at you. “Did you know about this?”

You couldn’t even respond right away, the question was so ludicrous. “I had no idea about being stuck here with you idiots until about an hour ago, so I naturally knew the townies would steal your Christmas tree.”

“Unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath, putting out the cigarette and heading towards the main building.

The rest of the boys’ gaze drifted to you, and all you said was. “Do you think he’d believe me if I told him they worked for the Grinch?”

You were more than halfway through A Christmas Carol when you were in the room you shared with your father in the infirmary. He was chatting with Mary, the head cook and the closest woman you would have to a mother figure, downstairs, leaving you by yourself.

Not exactly.

In the next room, you knew Alex, Ye-Joon, and Angus shared one, and then Teddy and Jason. They were quiet for the most part, save for Kountze tossing a tennis ball against the wall, but it stopped bothering you after a few minutes.

 You’d read the Charles Dickens’ tale a million times, but you couldn’t help and see how many similarities Angus Tully shared with Ebenezar Scrooge. It would be a lie if anyone were to ever claim you didn’t have hobbies; what would they call you assigning fictional characters to real people?

You found yourself beginning to pace around the room the more you read. Whilst voices raising in the background grew louder, you didn’t know exactly what had been happened until you wandered in on Tully and Kountze having a fight you could only summarize as it being straight out of Lord of the Flies.

You knew how that story ended, so with one look, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Finding a quiet corner outside of the infirmary, you thought you were safe when-.

Your father yelled your name. “Could you come here, please?”

Roling your eyes, you yelled back. “You told me not to deal with the inadequacy of the male testosterone, so that’s what I’m doing!”

He called for you again, and you groaned, bookmarking where you were and marching back to the infirmary. All five boys and your father stood before you, and you leaned against the doorframe, making it known you wanted to be anywhere but there.

Paul Hunham sighed. “You wouldn’t happen to know who started this ‘Not fight’ mister Ollerman described to me?”

Your eyes drifted to Tully (for reasons, you had no idea), who simply glared back at you. You could’ve done it…lied about him starting it even though you had no idea; it’s what he deserved for being an ass you to that day, and for winning months ago.

But, where you were a bitch, you were also just.

“No,” you stated. “I don’t know.”

He thinned his lips, turning back to everyone. “All right then, we’ll do it like the Roman Legions. Absent a confession, one man’s sin is every man’s suffering. For every minute the truth is withheld, you will all receive a detention.”

“And I thought all the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.” Angus mumbled.

“Stifle it, Tully.” Your father refuted.

You shrugged (this somehow being the first time you agreed with Angus Tully). “He’s got a point; you’re breaking the Geneva Convention if you do.”

“The what?” Teddy scrunched his nose.

“Well,” Your father sighed as he said your name. “if you want to have an opinion on the matter, you can join them as well.”

“I don’t even go here!”

“Well, you’re standing under the roof right now. Now in the first of said detentions, you will clean the library. Top to bottom. Scraping the underside of the desks, which are caked with snot and gum and all manner of ancient, unspeakable proteins. On your hands and knees, down in the dust, breathing in the dead skin of generations of students and desiccated cockroach assholes.”

“It was Kountze!” Little Alex pointed to him. “Kountze started it!”

While the guilty party in question’s face had dropped, you watched as your father’s brightened. “Bravo, Mister Ollerman. Bravo.”

It must’ve off put Mary how you were smiling in the kitchen when you picked up the pitcher of water and bread as she got the platters of chicken and potatoes and asparagus.

Still, she asked. “How bad of a day was it for you to be smiling as you serve the men at the table?”

“Eh,” you began. “I would rather be on a plane to Copenhagen right now, but being stuck at this hell hole with you makes it tolerable; better, even.

Mary smiled at that. “Feeling’s mutual, Jane Bennett.”

“I’m Lizzie.” You playfully whined.

“And I can’t be bothered to finish that book.” She teased, and the two of you were beginning to make your way to the dining hall.

“Speaking of books, do you have another one I could borrow?” You asked.

“Already?” Mary sounded surprised. “I gave you that book last week.”

“And I finished it in a few days, I just haven’t had the chance to ask you.”

She shook her head as you pushed through the door out into the dining hall, holding it for her. “I’ll recommend the Bible next time to keep you occupied for longer.”

“I think I’ll stick with James Baldwin, if that’s alright.” You jested, then seeing Jason’s lips move as he asked a question, Teddy responded, and then your father spoke quite loudly.

“Consider yourselves lucky. During the third Punic campaign, 149-146 B.C., the Romans laid siege to Carthage for three entire years. By the time it ended, the Carthaginians were reduced to eating sand and drinking their own urine. Hence the term punitive.”

You and Mary set down the food, and you scrunched your nose in disgust at your father’s ‘fun fact’ while sitting beside Jason and facing Angus. It took everything in your bones not to burst out in laughter to see Teddy Kountze sitting at the edge of the table like a toddler having a silent tantrum.

“Thank you, Mary.” Your father greeted as everyone began to serve themselves. “Would you maybe care to join us?”

Oh, the look of distaste on Teddy’s face nearly made you lose it. Mary took notice immediately, and she offered a meek smile. “No, I’m alright, thank you.”

The same moment the door to the kitchen closed when she left was when Teddy turned to all of you, whispering as if it would help. “I mean…I know she’s sad about her son and everything, but still, she’s being paid to do a job. And she should be doing it well, right?”

If it weren’t for the fact you were chewing on a piece of chicken, and that your father was just two seats away from you, you would’ve given him a piece of your mind. The glare in your eyes would have to suffice.

Still, he opened his dumb mouth to continue. “But I guess, no matter how bad of a cook she is, they can never fire her.”

“Will you shut up?!” Your father hit the table so hard, silverware flew. You’d seen this rage from him before…but it still made you jump. “You have no idea what that woman has been through-!”

His gaze turned to you, and saw the look that could only belong to you in moments like that; where you stiffened yourself and hardened your eyes to look as if you did not know what fear meant. Yet, there was still an undeniable amount of terror even within those eyes you tried to have been the most fearless.

He reigned himself back in. “You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder; shitty and short. You were born lucky. Maybe someday you entitled little degenerates will appreciate that. If you don’t, I feel sorry for you, and we will not have done our jobs. Now eat.”

The boys obeyed, keeping their heads low. You felt your heart go back to itself, and as you were returning to eating, you heard an irritating voice mumble.

“Not our fault her kid was one of the poor bastards to be drafted.”

It took you three seconds to find Teddy’s foot under the table, and one for you to step on it with all your weight.

He jolted, cursing under his breath before looking at you. “The hell?!”

You feigned innocence, a potato on your fork. “Oh, was that your foot? I’m so sorry.”

Teddy’s eyes tried to burn through your skin as you continued to eat, but you barely felt them. The eyes you did feel on you were soon gone when you looked across from where you sat.

There was Angus Tully, keeping his head down as if he was a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

…Interesting…

What else were you supposed to think?

You finished A Christmas Carol by the time your father forced you to turn out the lights (and then confiscated your flashlight from under your bed…had to think of a better hiding spot). It always took you a while to go to sleep (still does, some nights).

As you laid in darkness, your mind would rush with the worlds you vowed to lose yourself in through the books you read. Frodo had Middle Earth, Emma had Highbury, and you had…Barton, Massachusetts.

Not even Concord like the March Sisters, just plain old Barton.

So, naturally, when your mind had tired itself from living these fantasies, and as you were about to drift off to sleep, your father’s snoring awoke you.

You hadn’t even noticed he came into the room, only when he started snoring to wake the dead. Sighing heavily, you tossed yourself out of bed, and used what moonlight coming in from the windows as your guide. Not long after, you saw that Angus and the freshmen boys drew the short end of the stick in their room choice; there were no curtains to the windows, causing the lamplights to bleed into the room, making it an unfavorable color of piss yellow.

That’s when your eyes drifted to where Jason and Teddy were; a little light peering in from their window facing the moon, and correspondingly, the other bedroom, but still quite dark. Closest to the door…a spare bed.

Yes, it was by Teddy, but your father’s snoring being fainter in that room was enough for you.

But again…it was by Teddy.

So, swallowing your pride, your eyes darted around for a solution, and they landed on Frankenstein’s Monster right behind you. Sighing to yourself, you turned back around into his room, and after thinking of what to say, you shook him awake.

He was somehow relaxed at first when he opened his eyes to see you; but that was just shock, he nearly fell out of bed when his vision adjusted.

“What the hell?!” He gasped, sitting up.

You shushed him, sitting on the edge of his bed. “I need a favor.”

He blinked, looking around to just double check where he was; nope, it wasn’t a bad dream, yep, he was still at Barton. “You appear like one of the fucking ghosts from A Christmas Carol, what could it possibly be?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, Ebenezar Scrooge, my dad snores like he’s trying to be the Giant from Jack and the Beanstalk, and I can’t sleep in there. So, I’m gonna go sleep in the other room, and you gotta wake me up or I’m dead.”

Angus Tully stared at you as if your head had grown horns. “I have no idea what you just said right now because you woke me up at,” he turned and looked at his watch. “oh look, 1am.”

Sighing you bit back a response only because you needed something from him. “Look; I want to actually be able to sleep, and I know I won’t at all if I’m stuck in a room with my dad all night. I’ll sleep in the extra bed in the other room, and you wake me up so that none of us will be killed if I oversleep in a room with teenage boys.”

It’s more than obvious he understood, but he then asked. “Why not just ask one of the guys in the room you’re sleeping in?”

“I don’t trust Kountze with anything and Jason…”

Damn your exhaustion for not being able to come up with a good explanation besides-.

“You like him.” Angus’ face lit up with a teasing glee that unnerved you somehow more than Teddy’s entire existence did that day.

“No!” You immediately deny. “I mean, yes, but in a way that of course I like him because he’s the only one of you assholes who are nice to me. So, I don’t like like him.”

You liar.

Angus scoffed, yet his shit eating grin was still on his face. “What are you, twelve?”

“I was about to ask the same thing since you’re so interested.” You rolled your eyes.

“So why me?” He asked. “You like the freshmen, don’t you trust them more?”

“I like them and actually want them to sleep.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Sighing you said. “I’ll give you whatever you want; not whatever you fucking perve but-.”

“-I never even thought of it like-.”

“-Sure, you didn’t.” You interrupted. “But I got a friend in town, so I can always go and get you stuff. What do you want?”

He took his time thinking; so much time you were tempted to wake Mary up and beg her to let you sleep in her room (you knew she would've let you, but you didn't want to disturb her. You also never questioned your father why he didn't initially have you sleep in Mary's room; more than likely just to give her her own space). Finally, he answered.

“Chocolate and cigarettes.” The look you gave him would’ve made you laugh if you could see it. It only made him scrunch his eyes. “What?"

“That’s it?”

“I'm running out of both, big deal." He scoffed. "Am I allowed to change my mind after each time you pay me? Besides, when will you?”

You shrugged. “I can’t go out every day. I’ll see if he’ll let me the day after tomorrow, so I can stock up then. How about…every three days you wake me up, that’s when I give you stuff. Sound good?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Holding out your hand, you were surprised he shook it right away. You looked him dead in the eyes when you said. “If any of them try to do anything to me while I sleep, I’m using their own pillow to suffocate them; that goes for you too, clear?”

“Crystal.” He drew his hand away. “I won’t say anything either.”

You nodded in thanks, standing up. Before you could tiptoe to the other room, you looked back at him. “Wake me up at six-thirty; he’ll wake you all up at seven.”

When you turned your back again, he asked in an unsettled fashion. “How?”

You knew that he hated the light flooding the room for a different reason now; to see your smile of mischief before you left.

[smallishcats]

Lils au galactic translations and theories 2!

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Here I am again, I will be translating days 8-14 of @enkays-den and @cannibal-walleye’s silly stupid lils au which I love dearly…

So, as usual, spoilers ahead, I don’t know if I’m gonna go in as much detail as last week’s, but we shall seeeeee

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4663420

This group of hermits shows a bunch more relationships and oddities that Skizz is learning about, and we learn some… things about Mr. Enigmatic Skizzlypants

Can skizzpulse kiss yet

Day 8: Hypno

VI (6) Intentionally quiet, not shy.

A survivor in general, considering he sails and judging by the stories I heard.

Experienced with combat.

Don’t underestimate anyone here.

-First of all, love Hypno’s boob window Walleye that’s great

-Anyways, Hypno, Joey, and Joel is definitely an interesting trio. Is Lizzie an ocean creature? Maybe she follows them as they sail who knows

-I bet like… $2 that Joey’s first interaction with Skizz involved him flirting… it’s Joey c’mon

-“Don’t underestimate anyone here” is Skittle saying that to himself or does he intend to give this to someone for information? I’m probably overthinking it he’s probably just reminding himself but I’M JUST THINKING

-Are survivors a threat to Skizz? Harder to kill if he’s thinking of that…

Day 9: Martyn

III (3) very arts focused, no mention of fighting, but he definitely has a strong build from something.

Has a strong spirit, very confident.

No special abilities as far as I can tell.

-By the way Skizz writes the definition of polyglot down it makes me think he didn’t know the word beforehand, which it is a weird word so I guess if someone doesn’t know it that makes sense but Sizzle is Sizzle and I feel like he’d know that word… then again, I think too much.

-Ren, Doc, and Martyn are so silly, Ren has two hands and Doc and Marty will kill eachother for him anyway

-Martyn with a 3 is weird—but also, Skizz hasn’t seen any combat stuff from him. He may not know much combat or he does, and it might surprise Skizz at some point.

-“He definitely has a strong build from something” what does this man do… maybe it’s all the running around stage/j

Maybe he has some weird lore idk Martyn always has that stuff

Day 10: Gem

VIII (8) More skilled than Impulse in combat but no size or resistance advantage.

Probably not experienced in true combat.

Fae magic can only be used if making a deal, has no effect on combat.

Should be careful when speaking to her. 

Can become small and easily sneak around.

Can probably fly.

Impulse would probably kill or die for her.

-Fae Gem! Even without her magic (as long as Skizz chooses his words carefully) she’s ranked pretty high!

-If Skizz wants to take out Gem, he has to deal with dad and sister uh ohhh

I love girldad pulse

-Also, by true combat Skizz means fighting for harm or death according to Enkay, so Skizz doesn’t think Gem would know much on actual killing

-Even with that she’s still an 8, maybe cuz she’s Imp’s daughter Skizz thinks that she is very formidable (she probably is)

Day 11: Cub

VI (6) Seems pacifist, reported to not leave his lab very much.

Nevertheless, intelligent and perceptive.

Unknown how skulk infection could augment or disable vex powers.

Him and Scar kept asking very specific questions and looking at each other when they thought I wasn’t looking. I can’t tell if it’s because of whatever they think my history is or they’re suspicious.

-I love the stupid assistant doodle, I thought it deserved glasses (Enkay was HATING on it (meanie)/silly but I think it looks even more like it’d piss off Skizz)

-For the last sentences, I think scar was just being snoopy and a little suspicious but cub was really trying to figure out what Skizz’s deal was

Or they were actually both on the same page but who knows with the Convex boys

-I love skulk Cub

-Skizzy Wizzy doesn’t know what a firework is presumably, so we need a scene of Skizz seeing a firework show maybe that would make him less suspicious (or more because oh my god they have multicolored fire shooters or smth)

-We’ll see if Skizz ever learns the skulk history, whether that’s Cub’s personal history with the stuff or the actual history of skulk (assuming Skizz again does not know what it is) idk-

Day 12: Pearl

VII (7) Skilled in combat in human form.

Wolf form very large, strong, and fast. Smelling and hearing.

Maybe enhanced senses in human form.

Impulse would probably kill or die for her.

I don’t think I could hurt either of them.

-So the last line… it scares me, because either Skizz likes the daughters and doesn’t want to hurt them, OR because Impulse will kill for them, he can’t touch them

I told this to Enkay and just got-

Evil

-From “I’m not sure what their exact ages are, since they have lils” I don’t know if this has been addressed and I’ve definitely not been told, do lils like… spawn at a certain age? Or do you just gain the ability to summon some at a certain age? Interesting… so if you don’t make it past like age 20 you can’t come back! Dead and gone loser LMAO

-I love the Poppyseed doodle, since these notes are in like ink or pencil or something I wonder if Enkay just doesn’t erase any mistakes, makes it more authentic Skizzy that way

Day 13: Joel

VII (7) Genuinely confident in his abilities.

Strong build, plus sailing requires being good at a lot of different things.

No visible powers, but tanukis are known for having special abilities of any kind.

-As an avid Joel fan (even though I do not talk about him ever) I love the singular Jeremy he would definitely do that

They look like a Jeremy anyway

-I wonder if Joel does have any powers, or if he is just good at combat enough to compensate for that. But Skizz does say that tanukis can have special abilities—whatever they are—so we shall see

-Swizzle I think if you ever touched Joel’s tail he would just try to murder you LOL

Day 14: B

VII (7) Non combatant, usually only in or near the forest and easy to keep an eye on, but still great for spying.

Don’t think the cookie thing was a poisoning attempt, they already knew my allergies by then.

How many creaklings are in this area?

Sprites are very small, again a good spy.

Don’t escape through the woods.

-Skizz planning on escaping at some point? Or is it if he needs to escape, don’t go through the woods? I don’t know the map of the hermit settlement but I feel like there would be woods all around. Probably if skizz needed to escape, his best bet would be the water or even flying out.

But he doesn’t need to escappeeeee idiot…

-I hope there’s a chapter in the fic with lots of Jimmy Skizz interactions cuz he keeps talking about him and I love Jimmy and Skizz

-B’s lils are so cuteeee stupid spider

-Skizz is always gonna be edge around the forests- maybe he’ll try to talk to B? I hope so I love them

-Dude why would the cookie be a poisoning attempt who hurt you Skizzy

Andddd that’s it-

Uhhhhhhhh oh my gosh I RAMBLED sorry guys that’s a lot- uhhhhhhh hopefully I’m not boring…

Skizz what is UP with you

ANYWAYS hope you enjoyed! I’m excited and scared for these next few ones…

Cya in 7 days!

[iwritewhump]

nausea | "why did you come here?"

april is the cruelest month day 11

characters: whumpee, whumper, (very minor, unnamed) caretaker, sheriff

warnings: cursing, kidnapped whumpee, vomiting, young whumpee

2336 words

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Whumpee stares at the rocks and the tractor tracks on the side of the road, his head leaning against the cold window. The radio blasts, playing some old CD Whumper had started hours ago. His legs are drawn up to his chest and he holds a hand over his mouth, hoping it would be enough to fight the bile rising in his chest. 

“We’re almost there, Whumpee!” Whumper says, his hand reaching over to pat Whumpee’s shoulder. “I know you’re itchin’ to get outta this car, but it’s just a few more miles.” 

Whumpee blinks and tries to ignore Whumper’s hand lingering on his shoulder, the pad of his thumb rubbing his collarbone. He turns more toward the door, pulling his shoulder out of Whumper’s grasp and tears start to form in his eyes. He sniffles and wraps his arms around himself. 

A car appears in the side mirror, a white truck with a light bar on the top of it. Whumpee looks at Whumper out of the corner of his eye and sees his smile fade. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. His feet move and the car starts to slow down just enough for Whumpee to notice. “Nobody’s ever on this fucking road.” 

The lights turn on and the siren wails for a few seconds. 

Whumper hits his fist on the center console and starts to slow down more. He turns to Whumpee and points a finger at him, “If you say anything I’ll kill you and the fucking cop.” 

He pushes the back of Whumpee’s heels until his feet fall off the chair and Whumpee’s stomach lurches with the sudden position change. 

The car pulls onto the side of the road and the truck falls in line behind it. The door opens and a sheriff gets out, one hand on her hip and the other slamming the door to her truck. 

Whumper rolls his window down and plasters on a smile, he leans out of the window and calls to her, “G’day to you, ma’am, sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention. See, my sister’s kid and I are trying to get to our cabin and still have time to reel in a few fish before nighttime and there’s nobody on the road, I promise I was watching for cars.” 

He pulls himself back into the car when she gets to the window and he flashes the same plastered-on smile at her again. 

“That so?” she asks, peering around him to Whumpee. Slowly, Whumpee looks at Whumper, who’s still staring at the sheriff, and then to her. He shakes his head and bites his cheek, tears threatening to spill over. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Whumpee says, voice breaking. 

The sheriff nods to him and looks around in the car. “Why did you come here?” 

“I just said,” Whumper snaps, looking at the sheriff. “To fish.” 

Her eyes widen and her arm raises until her hand is right at gun-height. “I mean what were you planning on fishing? Some trout, snapper? Maybe some walleye, I’ve heard that the walleye are biting good now.” 

Whumper’s jaw clenches and he takes a deep breath, “Just whatever bites. The nephew needs a few days without his damn phone. I practically had to pry it out of his hands before I had to throw him in the car!” he laughs and looks back at Whumpee, hand patting his shoulder again. “Isn’t that right?” 

This time, he pulls his hand back, but he stares at Whumpee, eyes boring into him. 

“Yeah, I really wanted to stay home.” he snaps his mouth shut and looks out the window. Whispering, he lowers his head to Whumper and mumbles, “I’m gonna throw up.” 

Whumper’s eyes widen and he unlocks the door, “Get out! Don’t get any in my car!” 

“What’s going on?” the sheriff asks, leaning over to look at Whumpee. 

Covering his mouth, Whumpee opens the car door and practically falls out of his seat as vomit spills out of his mouth. It splashes on the ground and against the interior of the door, collecting in the cubby on the bottom of the door. It drenches old receipts and take-out menus, eventually spilling over onto the ground. 

Whumper groans and pushes Whumpee the rest of the way out of the car, sending him tumbling into the slightly flooded ditch. 

“What the fuck!?” he shouts, looking at the mess in his car. “This is going to take forever to get out!” 

“Oh my god,” the sheriff says, walking around the car and sliding into the ditch. She lands somewhat controlled and pulls Whumpee to his feet in the mud, “Are you alright, kid?” 

Whumpee groans and shakes his head, he leans against the sheriff and whispers, “He’s not my uncle. I don’t want to be here, please don’t let me get back in his car.” 

“Oh, honey,” she says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and rubbing his back. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.” 

Whumpee wants to beg her to just put him in her truck and drive away, Whumper’s going to lie, but he can’t open his mouth without feeling like his stomach is trying to escape through it, so he shakes his head and tears spill down his cheeks. 

She helps him up the side of the ditch, holding his arm as he side steps the entire way to the top where Whumper waits for him on the side of the car. 

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he says, ruffling Whumpee’s hair and smiling. “I just got the car cleaned, I guess I freaked out a little bit.” 

He holds his hand out to the sheriff and pulls her the rest of the way out of the ditch. Whumpee takes a step closer to her and looks at her, his lip trembles as she sighs and shakes her head. 

“You just pushed him out of your car, had him tumble down into a ditch, rolling in his own vomit, because you just got your car cleaned?” she accuses. “Do you see my issue with that?”

Whumper chuckles nervously and takes a step toward them. He puts a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder and pulls him forward. He cowers next to Whumper, arms crossed in front of him protectively, and stares at the sheriff. 

“He says he doesn’t want to get back in that car with you,” She says, eyeing his hand still on Whumpee’s shoulder. 

“I play the music a little loud, he’s been complaining about it the whole time,” he turns to Whumpee and lowers his voice a little, but he’s still loud enough for her to hear, “I can turn it down a bit, kiddo. Just say the word.” 

“He also says you’re not his uncle,” She says slowly, taking a step closer to the pair. 

Whumper chuckles and nods, “Not by blood, but I practically raised the kid. We spent summers camping while his mother…struggled to get the money to pay bills.” he looks at the ground and Whumpee’s stomach turns at the implication that his mom couldn’t provide for him growing up. “But he’s right, I’m no uncle, just an old family friend.” 

The sheriff sighs heavily and shakes her head. She reaches into one of the pockets on her vest and pulls out a business card. She hands it to Whumpee and pats him on the shoulder, “Sorry, kid. Nothing I can do, call me when you get some service, let me know what’s biting.” 

Whumpee pockets the card and looks at the ground, he sniffs and shakes his head before Whumper squeezes his shoulder tightly. 

“Well,” he says, pushing Whumpee down into the car, “We should get going. Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll watch my speed the rest of the way. You have a good one.” 

She watches him reach over Whumpee to click the seatbelt, lingering for a second too long over him before pulling out from the car. 

She nods to him and inhales deeply, “You just make sure he calls me, I’ll be waiting for it, got it?” 

“‘Course,” Whumper says with a tight smile. “As soon as we make it to the cabin, as long as you’re alright with it being a little late.” 

“I’m working all night.” she shoots back. 

Whumper gets back in his seat and puts his seatbelt on, “Then these roads are surely safe. You have a nice one.” 

Before she can even answer, he drives away, turning the volume up even louder. 

Whumpee stares ahead, his eyes trained on a chip in the windshield from when Whumper was on the interstate. Every few seconds, he swallows the saliva accumulating in his mouth and looks over at Whumper, still seething. 

“What the fuck was that about?” He asks, rage boiling in his voice. “You’re lucky I didn’t kill her after what you pulled.” He pounds his fist on the center console and looks at Whumpee, “I bet you fucking made yourself throw up, didn’t you? God fucking damnit you’re a little prick. You have no idea how close you both came to being shot in the fucking ditch.” 

Whumpee stares out of the window, eyes glazing over as a pheasant runs across the road and under the tire. The car rolls over it, making a “bump” noise at the impact. Whumper chuckles, “Stupid bird.” 

Whumpee pulls his knees to his chest and closes his eyes, he folds the card in his hand and turns it over in his fingers, feeling every sharp corner of it with the pad of his thumb. 

“You’re gonna have to clean out my car in the morning,” Whumper says, disgust painted on his face. “That was fucking disgusting. You’re lucky I don’t pull over right now and make you scrape it out of the carpet with your hands.” 

He pushes himself up and scans the road with the rear view mirror, nodding to himself when the coast is clear. He slows down and pulls off into a service road into a pasture. The bumps in the road pick up and Whumpee’s stomach begins to twist again. 

“I’m gonna throw up again if you don’t slow down,” he whispers, breath fogging up the glass. 

Whumper looks over at him and the car slows until they’re crawling along the road, one of the cows in the pasture outpaces them. 

They drive over a cattle-grate and Whumpee opens his eyes again, this time surrounded by trees and overgrown weeds. He rests his forehead on the cold window and sighs softly, watching as birds take flight from low hanging branches in their path. 

A small cabin comes into view and Whumper parks the car in front of it. He hops out of his seat and walks around to Whumpee’s door. He opens it and Whumpee almost falls out of the car, saved only by his seat belt locking. 

“Here we are,” Whumper says, bending over Whumpee to unbuckle his seat belt, “Home sweet home.” 

Whumpee swallows thickly and looks at the cabin, mossy and damp looking with one window next to the door and an outhouse a few yards downhill of it. 

Whumper pulls him out of the car by his hand and leads him up to the door. He pulls a key from somewhere on him and inserts it into the door. 

Pulling Whumpee in, he lets out a contented sigh and looks around the cabin. There are three cots set up in one corner, a small cooking area set up in another, and a few stacks of blankets by the cots and three piles of clothes set around on chairs. The furnace is burning already and a chill runs down Whumpee’s spine. 

The door opens again and Whumpee turns on his heel as someone walks in. They drop a leather bag on the floor by the door and look at Whumper, then Whumpee. 

“You’re late,” the person says gruffly. She drops a rifle down from her shoulder and places it in an open safe by the door. Locking the safe, she turns to Whumper and raises her eyebrows at him. 

“There was a sheriff, we got stopped,” he explains. “Don’t worry, I dealt with it.” 

“This him?” she asks, making a tight circle around him. “He’s a scrawny thing.” 

Whumper chuckles, “He just looks it. He’s tough.” His hand falls down on Whumpee’s shoulder and he clears his throat, “Aren’t ya?” 

Whumpee stares at the floor and blinks slowly. 

“That was a question, goddamnit,” Whumper snaps, shoving Whumpee away from him. 

The woman smacks Whumper’s arm, “Let him stay quiet. We don’t need another big mouth here.” She stands between him and Whumpee, feet spread wide and hands on her hips, “Now you apologize. He’s not here for you to beat on him.” 

Oh now that’s interesting. 

Whumpee looks up at her and furrows his brows as Whumper shifts on his feet in front of her. She steps out of the way and Whumper looks at him, “I’m sorry.” 

The woman sighs and the mood of the entire cabin shifts. Whumper toes off his shoes and kicks them on the pile by the door. 

“What’d you catch us for dinner?” He asks, unzipping his jacket and hanging it on the antler coat rack. 

“Shot the boy and I a few rabbits, you’ll have to check your traps,” she turns to him and her face curls into something like a cross between teasing and disgust. “Since you think they’re so much better than the old fashioned way.” 

She pushes Whumper out of the door and locks it behind him, “Don’t come back till you find something to fill you up tonight.” 

Whumpee stares at her as she kneels down next to the leather bag and pulls out three rabbits. 

“Come on, we’re gonna skin these and then cook ‘em.” she tosses one to him and carries the other two to the kitchen area. 

Whumpee looks at the dead creature in his hands, at the blood staining its fur and leeching onto his hands, and decides its best to do what she says.

~

part two | part three (working on them for likely days 15 and 18)

[user2772636]

Moon River

(And me)

No matter how annoying, rude, or diabolical he is, he's still Angus Tully, your best friend and the boy you've been in love with since you learned how to.

Angus Tully x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Moon River - Frank Ocean (Cover)

"I wanna go to Boston."

Angus Tully was a wildcard. He's rude. He doesn't think before he speaks. He can be a hell of a pain in the ass. One second, he's quiet and all by himself in a corner, then the next he's spewing out words from his mouth that'll make you wish you were currently six feet under.

But he's really thoughtful. All those times he spends by himself, he thinks. About life. About school. About people. How we came from where we're from. How we breathe air and feel the soil in our feet.

No matter how many failed classes, how many times he was set back, Angus Tully is a smart boy with loads of potential. You just wish he saw himself that way.

"Why?" You ask, flipping the magazine between your fingers.

You were almost the exact opposite of Angus.

You studied hard, aiming for Ivy League schools and doing as much extracurricular activities as you could. You prioritised school, your work, your reputation. You rarely get in trouble, only getting called in offices for the reports you've sent.

So, why out of all the people in Barton, the only girl there ends up being his closest friend?

To put it simply; when you heard about Barton accepting girls for the new school year, you wanted to go. One, because, as your mother said, "It would do your reputation good for being a part of the first batch of girls in Barton," and two, because your best friend Angus Tully studied there.

Yes, you got in the school. Yes, you're part of the first batch of girls in Barton ever. What they didn't mention was the fact you were the only girl in Barton.

"You know why."

Angus's dad was put in a hospital after something happened in their home. Apparently, he was sick. At least, that's what Angus's mom said.

"We can't exactly leave. Hunham's gonna kill you." You finally put your magazine down, folding the corner of the page you were in to bookmark it.

"Not unless he doesn't find out."

"You know for a fact he'll find out."

"He'll find out too late. I know that for a fact."

You roll your eyes, sighing. You shuffle to your side of the bed to his. You pushed both your beds together. The excuse Angus used was that it gets cold at night. You didn't really mind.

You settle your head on his chest, arm wrapping around his slender waist. You exhale deeply when his arm lowers to rub your back. It felt nice in moments like this; The dark room illuminated by the orange hue of a streetlight outside. The wind howling and blowing snowflakes towards the west.

"I know it sucks we didn't get to go with those guys to ski, but they're jerks anyway. I'd rather spend my entire Christmas with you." You tuck your head into his neck, closing your eyes as your tiredness encapsulates you, as well as the warmth of Angus's hold.

"Well, we're not exactly doing that." Angus clicks his tongue. "Wish it was just me and you. No Mary, and no stupid fucking walleye."

You groan. "You gotta stop calling him that. He seems to be trying his best, even when his "best" is annoying." Angus adjusts underneath you, lying both of you down and draping a blanket over your bodies.

"Yeah, whatever." He relaxes onto the bed, eyes closing as well. His breathing is still manual, you can tell he can't sleep just yet. There's something in his mind.

"Angus... you okay?" He moves a bit, arm still wrapped around you. He doesn't answer right away, but when he does, his voice is a bit strained.

"Don't you ever get tired of me? Even just a little?" You wouldn't have heard him if it weren't for your proximity right now. You stay still.

"Of course I get tired of you. Almost all the time." He scoffs when you giggle a bit. You open your eyes and peek up at him, seeing a small smile on his face.

From the light that barely lit the room, you could see his eyes were glassy. You sit upright, cupping his face. His hand goes up to hold one of your wrists, his cheek leaning into your touch.

"How do you put up with me?" He sniffles, leaning his head down. "I can't even put up with myself sometimes."

There was only one answer to his question. You knew well in your heart what it was. Maybe it was time to tell him.

"Angus." You whisper, caressing his face your thumb. "Look at me."

He looks up, eyes a bit damp from tears. You wipe them away gently, keeping your eyes locked on his pretty brown ones.

"You're my best friend, Angus. But I see you more than that." You can see the emotions shift on his face, but he stays quiet, so you continue.

"I'm serious about what I said. I'd rather spend my entire Christmas with you. Over anybody in the world." You smile softly, taking your hands off his face to hold on his own.

"I'd also spend spring break with you, summer, the weekends. It's gotten to the point that I'd spend the rest of my life with you."

"The thing is, I'm never gonna leave. No matter how annoyed I am, no matter how fed up. Because I love you, Angus. I've loved you ever since I learned how to. And I learned from you."

He only stays quiet after. You're afraid you said the wrong things. Maybe you shouldn't have told him that. He's simply staring off into space, eyes glued on you. You try to take your hands back.

"Wait." Angus says. He keeps his eyes on you. There's this spark in them, and you can't tell what it is. You've only ever seen it in times like this; when you're alone with him.

This is a lot more different, though. There was so much intensity that-

His lips felt plump against yours. They were so soft. You could even somehow taste the pink in them. You couldn't get enough.

The moment you lean in, his hands cup your cheeks, just like you did to him moments ago. You bet he could feel how warm they were.

He tilts his head to kiss you more, adding a bit of force that just highlights his hunger.

Your hand finds his lap, and you rest them there. He pulls away, hovering a centimetre off your lips. You feel the way he breathes against you.

"If you wanted to take my pants off, just ask." He laughs, trying to ease the heat of the room.

You lean in just a bit, lips brushing. He tries to lean in too, but you pull away only slightly.

"If you wanted to kiss me, just ask." It was your turn to laugh as he rolls his eyes.

"Well, can I kiss you again?"

You didn't even need to say a word. A curt nod was enough for him to go back to kissing you silly.

A best friend is someone you hold dearly in your heart. Your best friend is already far above that.

The love you hold for someone close is something you never let go of. You can make a choice of holding that feeling a little while longer or giving it to them with everything in your being. Trust me when I say the second option is better.

HOLA CHICAS I FINALLY WROTE SMTH FOR ANGUS!!! If u followed me way b4 yk i was talking abt this man and saying how them white boys r ruining me (tbh they still are but im not complaining) i love this boy sm I WANT HIM SOOOOOO BAD UGHH. Anw this is short asf but its all i got for now 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ HOPE U GUYS LIKED IT!!!

[changingplumbob]

Glenn: So how do you feel about your first child

Silver: Pardon?

Glenn: Oakley, the treefish. He's technically our furbaby

Silver: But he didn't look like he had fur

Glenn: I know but still, accepting a child with me, that's a good step towards family right

Silver: I suppose but he's not exactly a dragon. Ah ha, a walleye. You'll let us cook this one right

Glenn: Yes Beefcake, we can cook that one. But...

Silver: You have a nice butt

Glenn: *laughing* I was just going to say I already had some fish set aside for tonight

Packing up the pair head back to Glenn's house. This time Silver holds Glenn's hand the whole way, rather than simply waiting for when they need to cross the spell barrier. It's warmer inside so the sweaters come off before dinner time.

Silver: Another plant shirt

Glenn: I like pretty shirts

Silver: Well they look good on you

Glenn: Thanks

Silver: They'd also look really great on your floor

Glenn: I know I have dinner already set but it doesn't make the fish you caught any less impressive, or you any less impressive

Silver: Are you trying to flirt with me

Glenn: That rather depends on if it's working

Silver: Oh it is. In fact I-

*GROWLING STOMACH*

Glenn: Shoot, what were you saying

Silver: *laughs* It doesn't matter because your belly clearly needs food

Glenn: Stupid belly. Fine, I guess dinner it is

As he got up and gathered ingredients Glenn wondered if some of the stories he heard about werewolves were true. I mean, who better to ask than a werewolf?

Glenn: Hey Beefcake, you don't have to tell me if you don't want but are you like allergic to silver bullets

Silver: Do you think my mum would have chosen my name if I was

Glenn: Right, stupid question

Silver: Are you worried about me heading off

Glenn: Maybe

Silver: Don't be. It's pretty easy to avoid the hunters just by myself

Glenn: And what about wolfsbane

Silver: Yeah... that can do lasting damage. Like Grayson's scar

Glenn: Oh

Silver: But I don't plan on going near anyone with wolfsbane weapons

Glenn: And I don't plan to trip over my own feet but it still happens

Silver: I'll be careful. And use the phone smart

Glenn: Everyday? You'll tell me about all the plants you see?

Silver: I mean if you want to talk to me everyday, sure

They sat down to dinner and Glenn tucked in immediately.

Silver: Been wondering about werewolf myths have you

Glenn: *swallows* Mmhmm. Spellcasters don't have much research on other occults

Silver: It seems like most of the occults stay separate

Glenn: I think it's been safer that way

Silver: Since you want me to share I should tell you... male werewolves can get pregnant

Glenn: Wait, what? But you said same sex relationships were all hush hush back when you had your pack

Silver: Maybe romantic ones were but it was something we all knew and were taught about. For survival. Sometimes a pack would be wiped almost completely out save for a handful of males. So it became necessary to be able to reproduce in those conditions

Glenn: So I could get you pregnant *raises eyebrows suggestively*

Silver: Definitely not, it's werewolf specific

Glenn: So Oakley won't be getting any siblings?

Silver: Look, kids and all that, if that happens it'll be in the future. Far future. Like after we've decided what we are to each other future. I just... thought you deserved to know

Glenn: Wait- how do they get the babies out

Silver: Caesarean

Glenn: Oh well we couldn't let them cut your abs, it'd be such a waste

Silver: You seem a little ab obsessed

Glenn: Guilty. I like them okay! And yours are very impressive

Silver: I could stand to hear more of that

Glenn: You must know you're attractive

Silver: Not really. It's been ages since I've been intimate with anyone and styles and fashions have changed so much

Glenn: Well you carry your ancientness well

Silver: As opposed to what? Being a dust pile on the floor

Glenn: You're good looking Silver, I promise

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[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Four: Unexpected

Mentions of: Dubcon/noncon themes, stabbing, death, and murder, etc.

A/N: some more pervy Johnny for you lmao

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

“I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How are you? How is everything?” Rachel asked as the two of you exited the building together and walked to the parking lot.

“I’m good. Work has been pretty good. Jed is a great partner.” You admitted with a shrug.

“I’m sure he is. You guys getting along good?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Yeah- what’s that look for?”

“Nothing. So you guys are close?” You don’t like where this is going.

“I mean, yeah- but..” You scoffed when you noticed Rachel’s smug grin. She’s onto you.

“Will you quit it? He and I are just friends. He’s like a brother to me.” You lied.

Rachel laughed at that. “Bullshit. I’m not dumb. I can tell when two people are fucking, and you and Jed totally are. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. No judgment here.”

Before you could finish your conversation, the two of you split up, and she went to her car, while you walked home. You looked over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before you called after her.

“Jed and I aren’t- we’re not fucking, okay?! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe!” She called back. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you walked off, trying to ignore how flustered she had gotten you.

It’s fine. She won’t tell anyone. At worst she’ll just keep teasing you like this. Even if it was annoying, there wasn’t much you could do about it.

—

Once you got back home, you changed your clothes and had a glass of wine to wind down. But you didn’t relax, no. You never relax anymore. How could you when you know he’s still out there, harming more innocent people? Jesse, Lucia and Nate all deserved justice. You weren’t going to rest until you got it for them.

As you ate your dinner, you stared at the bulletin board you put up on your wall, with pictures of Ghostface’s victims, reports of his last sightings, and anything you could find. You managed to make some connections as to where he would find his victims.

You did find quite a few that went to Walleye’s but there were still inconsistencies here and there. All you knew was that most of them were average people, middle class and normal, which makes it even harder for him to figure out who he’s after next.

You stared at the board for a little while, before sitting down on your couch, running a hand through your hair. With all the time you had been spending with Jed, you haven’t been able to focus much on this. But today, he was out sick, giving you more room to think about Ghostface, even if you didn’t want to.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the remote, clicking on the TV.

“Breaking news: Couple Marie and Carlton Thomas have been found dead in their home this afternoon.”

You stared at the screen in complete shock as a photo of them flashed onto the tv, listening as it continued. “The couple was found by a neighbor this evening when they noticed that their back door was open and their dog had escaped. They were stabbed to death, both having almost twenty wounds each. So the question we’re all wondering is: could this be another Ghostface murder?”

“We’re still figuring out motives, but the possibility is there. We’re working as hard as we can to catch this guy and all we can say right now is follow the curfew and lock your doors at night, and if you see anything suspicious, don’t be afraid to say something.” The sheriff said.

You couldn’t watch any more of this bullshit. You reached over and shut off the tv, sighing softly. Staring at the black reflection of the screen, you realized someone was standing behind you.

“Boo.” You sprung up from the couch, gasping in surprise. You turned on your heel trying to face him straight on. You moved so fast that you stumbled forward, causing him to catch you.

“Careful there, sweetheart, we don’t want you getting hurt do we?” Ghostface cooed in that same condescending tone. You tore yourself from his grip, glowering at him.

You stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and raising it threateningly. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

How did he even get in? How did you not notice him? He has been standing behind you while you were watching, and you were completely vulnerable. He could’ve easily killed you, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

“Oh, come on, Dollface. Don’t be like that. I missed you. And from what I can tell, you missed me too.” He gestured to the bulletin board on your wall, before walking over to you. He took slow steps, like a predator ready to pounce.

Just because he didn’t want to kill you didn’t mean he didn’t want to hurt you..but you knew attacking him would only end badly. You lowered the knife slightly, but didn’t let it go.

He moved swiftly, grabbing your wrist and slamming it against the wall, making you drop the knife. “There you go. Good girl.”

“What do you want from me?” You couldn’t help but ask, angry and fearful. “What? Can’t we just have a nice little chat? You’re the one who pulled out the knife.”

He released your wrist, letting you go. “I think it’s time we catch up. You’ve been doing a lot lately, haven’t you? Had a lot of fun with your little Boy Scout?”

“Boy Scout? You mean-”

“Your little boyfriend? Jeb or Jed or whatever? The one who’s helping you write articles on me? Yeah, him. I’ve been watching you two..and you really seemed to be enjoying yourself, slut.”

You felt yourself grow flustered from humiliation and embarrassment. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Awww you want to protect him, how sweet. Don’t worry, toots. I’m not planning on it. As long as you behave, that is. Though I will say, I am jealous.” You felt his other arm hook around your back, the cool blade pressing into you and making you arch forward and into his touch, and his hand moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head upward while he examined your body.

“Such a pretty thing. I wouldn’t mind having you myself.” He pressed his knife into your back, forcing your waist to press against his, feeling his hardness.

He forced your shirt upwards, and you tried to stop him, but he smacked your hands away. He smirked. “No bra? How naughty.”

He eyed your tits, while you squirmed slightly in his grip, trying to get him to stop, but the harsh press of his knife and his groin managed to get you to still. His gloved hand caressed your breasts, before sliding down to your stomach.

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna have some fun later.” You could hear the lust and smugness in his voice.

“What makes you think I would want to do any of that with you? I don’t even want to touch you! I hate you!” You hissed in disgust.

“Oh, I know you do. But you don’t have a choice do you? Not if you want your friends to live.” He leaned over and pressed his mask to your ear, his voice lowering. “You think Jed’s good? I’ll have you screaming and crying for me. And you’ll love it like the good little whore you are.”

He slightly ground his hardness against you, and you bit your lip to hold back a whimper. He removed his knife from your back, pressing it against your front instead. With the flick of his wrist, he cut your stomach, causing you to cry out.

“Just something to remember me by. Don’t worry, I’ll be back, and we’ll have fun very soon.”

He let you go, stalking off into your bedroom, and leaving out the side window onto the fire escape.

Yeah, you need to change your locks.

[cannibal-walleye]

Theoretically, if I started doing commissions (art and potentially writing), would people be interested in that? Idk how much I'd charge yet, but here's some examples of my art + link to my writing to help decide:

More examples under the cut! Varying backgrounds, shading, styles, etc.

[melsie-sims]

"Hey man, you been here long?" Gunner asked, finding Rohan at the river, fishing away.

"Most of the morning," Rohan replied. "I only caught a few walleyes, nothing special," he added.

"Yeah, last time I was here fish weren't really biting," Gunner nodded.

They kept trying for a while, but the results weren't great.

"Maybe we should find another fishing spot," Rohan suggested, finally giving up.

[corsair-mercenary-companies]

[Begin Video Playback]

{Morse stands before a massive crowd of CORSAIRs. A funeral. A funeral for an operation she authorized.}

{Finally she speaks}

CORSAIRs.... We have not had an easy lot these past months. We have been burned. We have turned guns on one another. We have defended our home, and hunted those who seek to harm us.

Every loss of a CORSAIR is one loss too many. Every page detailing a death in the Book of Legends is a page that should be a reminder that... I... have to lead better.

Operation Queen's Pardon was meant to be a victory for us. A removal of something that has blighted us since our early days. But I see the loss of life... for little more than a symbol of hate.

In tradition the names of the allied fallen have been inscribed on the rounds of gunnery to be fired off as names are read. I have ask Callsigns November, Starbright, Beth-Anne, and.....

{She chokes on her words}

Signal. To all assist in the reading of the fallen.

{Angry shouts, murmurs, sounds of insult and hate are shouted but the names begin to flow}

{First it's infantry, so many names, so many bodies. Automatic flak shells fired one after another in rapid succession.}

{Then Air Wing Pilots}

Of Monarchy Wing Callsign Envoy, Callsign Jester, Callsign Sovereign

Of Barony Wing Callsign Willow Callsign Whisper Callsign Walleye

{The Names go on and on all 5 voices reading in succession, heavier shells fired off one by one with each name}

Of the DoJ/HR who served with us

{Some vitriol boils over with further shouts, some call Morse a bootlicker, others still rage over Murphy's involvement in the funeral readings.}

Of Coriolis Callsign Ash

Of Wyvern Callsign Hoplite, Callsign Crusader

Of Fortitude Callsign Vacuum, Callsign Bunker

{Thunderous anti ship kinetic missiles are fired off names painted and exploding like violent fireworks}

To the pilots we lost

{The voices are blurring together, growing hoarse with the hours worth of names the list growing ever the longer the crowd exhausted, crying, in a frenzy, grieving, all at once}

Bullwhip Squadron

{Names are blurring}

Shamshir Squadron

Catapult Squadron

War Scythe Squadron

{Entire squadrons lost in the blink of an eye and the names are slipping}

BillhookBlackjackMaul

{Anti ship artillery rounds crack off}

Callsigns Heliotrope, Meissner, Handwell, Wellingham...

Atrophyhypoxiawalkmantyrandonhelixpostmanwatermantechnoquinaoaleshy

{The endless cacophony of gunfire, screams, crying, choking for air, it's all coming apart. And then the last 4 names are for Morse to read. Her sin to bare}

Callsign: Macguyver. Blowing the gates to the fortress

Callsign: STABBY. Fending off TRS to buy the rest of Mercy time

Callsign: Landshark. In a direct duel with Signal

Callsign: Roadburn. To bring down the Something Wicked

{Four Apocalypse Rails from Barbarossa's standing on the outside of the station. The rumble is felt throughout. Four perfectly timed shots}

[End Playback]

[bestnootella]

What is Naya's favorite season? Also if she had to fight someone who would it be (in her universe)? :3c

[v1neyy]

Hey, so like. Did you know that, you. yes you, and cannibal walleye are like. The skizzpulse writers ever. Like. Ever ever. Like, I think about your guys' characterizations of them, constantly. They take up ALL of my thoughts, I want OUT (im lying. I crave more. Make them suffer. I hate them/aff)

Uhhh ummm uh throws a gold star at you and runs away

ANONNNN WHST THE FUCKCKKK im gonna actually cry happy tears i love when people are kind

imp and skizz are my favorite to write and knowing that ppl actually really like how i write them makes me so happy oh my god😭

and being put on the same level as WALLEYE???? im actually so honored i love walleye’s skizzpulse so much. thank you anon you have made my day and im gonna go cry about it now /pos

@cannibal-walleye hi i thought you should see this ask as well ;P

[smallishcats]

Lils au galactic translations and theories 5!

Previous theory post

WOOOOO! I’m done and I’ve learned all of galactic for this stuff! So! Here’s days 29-38 of the galactic translations for @enkays-den and @cannibal-walleye’s lils au!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4663420

Spoilers ahead!

So this first one is Skizz, and it is in English but really weird cursive

Soooo here’s the more readable version :) (thanks enkay)

Day 29: Skizz

I can’t see most of the top line, maybe it’ll show up again so I can read it

Of infection in subsequent weeks.

Lil diagram:

~20 mm

-Levitation

-Telekinesis

-Light projections

-Very talkative

-Friendly, like Skizz

-Skizz treats it well, with that + have fun

-Injuries (i), (ii), (iv) all healed long ago. To impulse, (ii), are both very uniform, straight

-Impulse suspects they are not natural; repeated injury precision. C + S? Will ask later

-Nearly left untreated infection risk. Impulse demanded that he be allowed to treat. Red + irritated initially, but (on a future page?)

(i) animal bite, healed

(iv) puncture?

(ii) slash shaped, healed

(iii) ender claws, treated T-45 by Impulse

-So this was most likely written by either a doctor or X/Pix

-It is to be assumed that everyone who comes upon the hermitcraft area and stays has a similar entry to this, diagram on their lil, themselves, etc

We may see more of these papers in the future, since the top of this paper is cut off

Same with Skizz’s Hermitcraft journal entry, we may see more later

-No clue what C + S means, from what they said before with “repeated injury precision” it could be like them thinking torture or abuse or smth but I have no clue

-The ripped piece of paper was definitely written by Impulse

-“I think he escaped” it’ll be interesting to see what more impulse has to say on that, either he escaped somewhere that they know (some place that’s known to be bad, a general enemy, etc), or it’s just that he thinks Skizz escaped from somewhere that they do not know

Day 30: Doc

VII (7) Very tall and strong, tough and defensive personality.

Possibly suffered from zombie infection in the past.

Something similar to Cleo?

Mechanical arm has built-in functions.

Plotting type, absolutely has follow through on his ideas.

-Love imagining the stupid little Hive things with stupid little helmets

-Also love Doc and Zed being brothers, silly whimsy sheep and evil brooding goat

-Doc having a past zombie infection is an interesting theory, that could be true (or he’s a freak)

-He’s definitely a threat with his mech arm and being a “plotting type”, but noting how he softens when he sees his partners could be seeing how they’re his weakness

Day 31: Etho

V (5) Non-social recluse

Doesn’t seem to have much physical ability, unknown as to whether he has magic or powers from the sculk infection.

Does have proficiency with potions, same as Shubble.

Seems more likely to retreat than engage in conflict, if his personality in conversation is any indication. He disappeared without a word and even I didn’t notice.

-“Non-social recluse” rude Skizz LMAO

-Black eye from a sculk infection

It seems like in this universe zombie and sculk infections are actual threats and they seem to be decently common/things people have seen a decent amount of times

-I love Stink-E’s, they look like weird sushi bugs

-He’s pretty low on the Skizz scale since he will just run away and hide instead of trying to fight

Day 32: Lizzie

V (5) No apparent defenses but I’m not too familiar with aqueous species.

Can go on land, but will dry out.

Likely strong from swimming.

Her and the others survived swimming alone in the ocean before joining the pirates. Survivor.

-Lizzie is SO CUTE I love her smmmm

-Love Enkay’s little doodle of her lil too!

-XB, Oli, and her are survivors, they have lived out in the ocean for however long, and if something happens they can and will avoid it and be able to swim away

Day 33: Oli

VI (6) Doesn’t seem like a fighter.

Sirens have dangerous psychic magic.

Pretty slow on land but tentacles mean he can climb almost anything.

Needs to stay hydrated just like the other two.

-SIREN OLI I love him dearly

-Skizz doesn’t know what a PANDA is (Scar would be proud)

-Jealous Impys…. Impulse is jealous too that people like his weird guy that he found >:)

-Sirens may have dangerous physic powers, but it’s Oli and he’d never do anything wrong 

-He’ll sing “Oli and Jim” or “MCC do you know the words” or “Ender rail” or smth and sing Skizz to death

-https://youtu.be/84zZIaTwKrE?si=T0A4vyxh2jyu3r7X

Day 34: Scott

IX (9) Not human. Some sort of shape shifter. I saw his frame became smaller and less threatening from a distance.

Unknown what else he can do.

Cunning. Acted very friendly and held a conversation while managing to avoid telling me anything about himself.

Also very perceptive, asked questions that were difficult to answer without revealing too much.

Even if not physically dangerous, he just feels like a threat. Something he shares with his dad.

-Skizz doesn’t have much to say on Scott that isn’t secretive, but a LOT of other stuff

-Scott and Skizz’s first conversation to eachother will very much be them talking circles around eachother trying to pry info from eachother and giving eachother threatening looks because they’re catching on to what they’re trying to do

-“I saw his frame became smaller and less threatening from a distance.” I wonder what Scott’s true form is then if he presumably has a larger form than his human one.

Day 35: Pix

V (5) Very well rounded intellectually.

Much slower than B. I don’t know if the connection to the creakings make B fast or ents that belong to large trees like Pix are more lethargic.

He seems to dedicate energy in order to not let his powers run amok. Could be an indicator of strength.

I wonder how much knowledge that library has. On how they recover all those books and articles.

-Makes sense that Pix was the one who gave Skizz the book, if Pix got ahold of the book after Skizz started writing in it… he’d definitely want to research the language that Skizz has been using

-This is probably stupid but I wonder how slow Pix really is 

-“He seems to dedicate energy in order to not let his powers run amok.” Is interesting, dunno what powers he could have

-Brains, I think he very much could figure out the language Skizz uses if he tries hard enough and knows (if he doesn’t already)

Day 36: Sausage

V (5) Seems mainly focused on his animal duties, but that doesn’t mean he’s not just as strong as Beef.

Good people skills.

Despite their obvious physical strength, neither him or Beef really feel aggressive.

-I have such a soft spot for the empires guys and I love seeing them so much……..

-Does sausage have a cult he needs a cult or some weird fuckass bar or some weird thing he can do because he is a freak <3

-Skizz comes out to meet Sausage and Beef and he sits down at a table and Sausage just piles it with more and more food they’re sooooooo

Day 37: Katherine

VIII (8) Extremely dangerous fighter, lot of experience slaying all types of monsters.

Fae can be extremely sneaky by nature.

Proficient with many weapons.

Her and Wels are not usually within hermitcraft itself most of the time. That doesn’t mean they couldn’t return very quickly if needed. Might need to learn more about how far their nether portal networks go.

-KATHERINE!!!! I love her wings she will kick so much ass

-Need to see Skizz’s reaction to her pink house with lots of sheepies

-When/If Skizz needs to like… fight the hermits, he needs to figure out the nether portals (pro tip Skizz: trap em >:])

Day 38: Fwhip

VI (6) With the underground network, he could be anywhere.

Strong, agile, and small.

Lots of experience fighting monsters from the deep.

I thought the Lumps might belong to him, but they aren’t. Still a mystery.

-TINY GUY!!!

-That Lump is like 1/3 of his size he is SOOOOO tiny!!!

-He will bite people’s ankles

-This is the last of the entries for us and for Skizz (until he finds the mystery hermit with the Lumps) and we can see he’s using lils and Big for those two :D

-“And took a bath in a cup of coffee.” So silly

-There is an underground system, wonder if TFC lives down there or if he has separate tunnels

And yup that’s it!

My brain is mush I do not know if any of the things I’m saying makes sense or is any good

My final thoughts is that I do not know what Skizz is thinking o-o

With these galactic translations, he’s definitely analyzing their threat level

And I don’t know if he is planning on fighting anyone, or it’s just a “just in case” type of note, but we shall see

I think if he is wanting to literally take down the entire hermit settlement, that it won’t really work very well- but if he wants to try he can if he chooses

Okay bye I don’t know what I’m talking about, if you want to talk about this au to me I’d love to I love this au :D