#I THOUGHT I HAD IT SORTED OUT THIS TIME but nooooo

[unnonexistence]

i swear to god the universe is trying to prevent me from getting on anxiety meds

[goomyloid]

"when noelle finds out kris hasn't been 'kris' this whole time, how will she feel when she realizes she's been reconnecting with someone completely different?"

this sentiment i've seen a lot is an interesting thought but it never actually clicked with me all that much for some reason, and i wasnt sure why or how to put it into words until somewhat recently.

like, i guess i think about it in similar terms to kris's relationship with susie; i think it's unfair to say that kris and susie aren't really friends or something just because that person is 'not kris.' at least by this point, they clearly enjoy being around each other, it's a two-way street. kris is still there, and is always there... on a normal route. that's when our role (so far) amounts to merely 'opening up opportunities' for kris, i.e. giving them a reason to go on Epic Adventures (with the goal of closing dark fountains) all while winning battles with the Power Of Friendship, etc.

sure, we control their specific movements, which will always feel limiting to them (which leads into my assumption that no matter what we do, kris will always hold some level of resentment towards us -- no matter how luxurious the prison cell is, you will always be trapped).

all of this is my long-winded way of explaining that when the two work in harmony, the boundary between kris and the player becomes less distinct. that's why the separation between the two didn't feel as important in chapter 1, where there wasn't really an opportunity for things to go 'wrong,' so to speak. so if we follow the path of least resistance -- how the story 'should' go -- then i think it's fair to say that at least SO FAR, kris is still there, working with us when they have to, not shutting anything out in particular, becoming real friends with susie, and reconnecting with noelle.

the time they spent together in cyber city wasn't 'fake' -- kris is still there, emoting, our voice going through their mouth, they're having fun with noelle (i always think of kris saying "Nooooo" when noelle asks if they need a dog treat, they had no reason to actually howl like that, i swear to god they're just enjoying being a little goofy like old times)

(there's also plenty of other examples of our prompts (presumably) coming out of kris's own mouth in their own voice, they're just in control of HOW it comes out, i.e. yelling "NO" or barely muttering "yes" after spamton neo. but this post aint about that so im moving on)

all of this is the normal route, of course. i dont think i need to explain how much this differs in the weird route, lol. we force kris down a path they Very Much Most Likely Don't Particularly Want to Go Down, but we make them. they dont want to say Proceed, but they have to, which is when that voice comes out as US, not them. from the soul or something, probably, a voice beaming commands into noelle's mind regardless of whether or not kris actually says anything out loud, hence noelle still hearing us even when kris is down in battle.

this disharmony is what manifests as friction between kris and the player, and while we dont Really know what all is happening inside kris's head, i sort of always imagined it as kris closing off/almost going dormant, as some form of protest maybe, maybe to at least communicate to noelle -- the only one who can see something's wrong, not just different -- that this isn't them, it's something else. kris wouldn't do this, and she knows this. that's why when it's all over and berdly has been ice'd, all we know is that they "look kinda..." out of it, distraught, barely there, maybe. i heart dissociation and all that

basically, the split between kris and the player (in my own probably-not-end-all-be-all-correct interpretation of the story thus far) becomes more rigid only when our interests conflict, and the more we work together, the less reason kris has to dissociate, for lack of a better term, and the 'kris' that susie comes to know and noelle comes to reconnect with isn't exactly the wrong 'kris' at all. sure, they're being controlled but that doesn't mean they aren't still THERE.

and if the story continues down along the path of us micro-managing everyone's goals into fruition (noelle getting close to susie comes to mind), kris will still work against us in some ways no matter what we do, but finding some kind of 'happier path/ending' is probably far closer to what they want rather than Manipulating Their Childhood Friend into Killing Their Classmate. just a hunch

anyway the TLDR is i don't really know if the initial question will end up being a problem in the same way that everyone thinks it will, on a normal route. sure, they'll all be shocked and maybe horrified to find out kris is being controlled and whatnot, but that doesn't make the time they spent together any less real, because despite it all, kris was still there.

[raileurta]

A continuation of this post

Looking back on it Miko should have just told the truth. Sure yeah it's extremely embarrassing calling your resident overlord addict "dad" by accident but it would not have snowballed into this hot gaslighting mess.

Oh who Miko kidding she is reveling in the complete chaos she's caused.

Scrolling back to a few weeks ago Miko had just finished school. The girl had just previously pulled an all nighter to catch up on all her work and studying. (Got to stay in her exchange program somehow) So Miko was completely exhausted. She didn't even have a chance to sleep during school as for some Primus forsaken reason there was an important test in every class! Miko had planned on sleeping at the base but nooooo the universe had other plans. That day the decepticons decided to try to tail them without them noticing and try to find out their secret base. Of course her best bestie in the whole universe noticed them and quickly diverted his course. They drove for a few minutes before Bulkhead quickly went behind some rock transformed and did a surprise attack on them. It probably was an interesting fight but Miko was too tired to care or pay attention to.

Iterable now and still unwillingly awake they were ground bridge back to base. Jack being the good mom friend he is asked if she was okay. Miko doesn't really understand what happened in her brain that day that made her give that response but sleep deprivation is a scary thing. She had responded,

"Yeah yeah I'm good just some of Dad's goons being annoying again."

Silence greeted her. She looked around weirded out by everyone's shocked faces. They were staring at her like she had just grown another head.

"What's wron-" and apparently that's when her mind registered what she had just said. Miko's face twisted into the definition of abject terror and her brain in all it's horrible glory decided it would best to follow that up with,

"Scrap you weren't supposed to know that."

What the hell brain?!?? Could you have worded that any less suspiciously? Could have said something like "I didn't mean to say that." Jesus Christ.

Miko obviously knowing on some instinctual level she fucked up big time immediately tried to book it. She didn't get too far of course, getting caught by Arcee real quickly. (She's slippery but not that slippery.)

The girl was half questioned half interrogated about what she had meant by that. Deciding it was a good idea to dig herself into a deeper hole Miko "revealed" that Megatron was her father. For obvious reasons they didn't believe her bs. Miko then decided to back up her claim with "evidence" if you can even call it that. She said she can understand Bee for instance. Bumblebee then chipped at her which had translated into, "What?? No way! If that's true what's my favorite dinosaur?"

She simply responded "Triceratops."

Everyone freaked out especially Bee. Miko couldn't really blame them. As she's been "acting" like she didn't know Bee's language and been lying to them since day one. The truth though was that Miko had in secret actually been practicing to understand him for a couple months now. It was going to be a gift of sorts and she was just fed up with not understanding him.

They still needed more evidence from her through. Yeah it was extremely suspicious that Miko hasn't said anything about this but Raf could understand Bee and he's a regular human. She then brought out the big guns and told them,

"Well I also know Megatron and Optimus are exes." Miko had bluffed. She didn't know 100% for sure that was true. She mostly just got this vibe from those two and nobody acknowledged it. It honestly was kinda annoying if she was being honest with here. The team instantly threw up protests and looked to their leader to disprove her claims. But they were met with a slightly blushing Optimus who was turned away. Ratchet making a comment under his breath about how did she know?

If Miko thought they weren't fully freaked out about the language thing they were totally freaked out now. It was really chaotic. Bulkhead was frantically asking why she didn't say anything and was Miko just using him for some evil plan?! At the same time Arcee and Bee were trying to get Raf and Jack away from her at the same time. While Optimus was kinda breaking down about not knowing anything about this and Ratchet was consoling him. She thankfully managed to convince Bulk that yes they were in fact best friends and no she wasn't going to hurt anybody. Being the saints they are autobots tried to look past her "heritage" and still be a family. Optimus even giving her a grand speech about how your blood doesn't define you and what you choose to be.

God was that awkward.

After a bit of more talking Miko finally was permitted to rest and once the best sleep of her life was over reality hit hard for her. If she wasn't freaking out about the whole situation at the time Miko would have laughed herself dizzy at how easily the bots were fooled. They didn't even ask about her quote unquote "creation." Calming down a few minutes later Miko started to really think about what to do now.

And well in for a penny in for a pound, she decided to double down and commit to this weird bit. So for the next few days Miko started dropping "lore" about herself and in general messing with everyone. Ratchet even made a comment about how it was kinda obvious looking back as Miko apparently was a mini Megatronous with her personality.

Okay wow. She was kinda offended by the comment but really couldn't say anything.

She did however get some cool information about Megatron. Like apparently how he was a very lively prankster. This info would come in handy about two weeks later.

Miko had ran through the ground bridge as usual, got caught up in some dangerous battle, then to shake things up was caught in another cave in. (Those are never as traumatic as the second time around) As fate would have it she was sorta saved by buckethead himself. Holding up a huge rock preventing them both from being squished making him unable to harm her. Not one to waste this opportunity she tried to recruit him into her scheme.

It went something like this:

"Okay look I need for you to hear me out."

"No."

"I didn't say anything yet!"

"I don't care to listen to the ramblings of a filthy organic."

"Ugh why couldn't it have been a different pretend dad decepticon?!"

"what...?"

"Long story short I have been gaslighting the autobots into believing your my dad- well sire for the past few weeks."

Megatron was rendered speechless.

Well briefly anyways.

"I'll be damned Starscream was right. All you insects are completely insane."

"Probably. But that's besides the point; I need your help to keep this lie going."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on....."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"NO."

"YES."

"IT'S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE!"

"Does it look like I care????? The autobots believed me and that's all that matters!"

"Wait a minute- you got the autobots to believe you?"

"Surprisingly yes. In all honesty it was too easy."

"....."

"Don't you want to fuck with them?"

"Imagine how much psychological damage Ratchet and Optimus would take."

"Aren't you tired of being nice?"

"I'm never nice."

"Don't you want to go ape shit?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why go through all this effort to keep up this lie?"

Miko should have said that it was because she didn't want to be caught lying and was scared about revealing the truth; but that would be a lie.

"I'm doing this because I can. I do it for the love of the game."

"Your psychotic........"

"It's nice to meet you daughter."

Cew evil canned laughter.

[Part 1] - [Part 2?]

[pelova4president]

To your rescue

Lauren Hemp x Charles!Reader

summary~ You get into an argument with your girlfriend. You’re stubborn, and Lauren is too, but luckily another Charles is there to help.

Being Niamh Charles’ little sister you were meant to be a footballer too. You grew up playing all sorts of sports with your older sister. Your household was very competitive, not just sports, card games too and that’s what got you to where you are now.

Niamh always had your back. She joked and complained a bit about you whenever you were with her. But you knew she spoke highly of you to others. Your bond had grown even stronger through your shared love for football.

Niamh ended up playing for Chelsea where as you ended up at another blue club, Manchester City. You got to play with your sister’s bestfriend Lauren.

Lauren is a very interesting person. And that might’ve been what got you to love her so much. Nobody really knew what was going on in that head of hers, if there was even anything going on at all.

You honestly don’t remember when they started to be friends but Lauren was always near. Niamh and Lauren were always together, it was like they could know what the other was thinking without even saying anything.

Lauren was already part of the family by the time you started dating. No matter how many hints you gave her, she didn’t seem to notice them, Lauren was absolutely oblivious to them.

You’d absolutely had it by the time you admitted your feelings out loud. You had taken her out to a coffee shop after training, it wasn’t commen for you to get some alone time with her.

You sat her down after ordering and got straight to the point. “Lauren i really like you and i’d love to go on a real date sometime.” you told her.

Lauren was a bit shocked at your confession. “Uuh okay, yeah same.” she answered.

You had to laugh a little at that. She didn’t expect it but it didn’t necessarily surprise her either. But as fast as your question was answered she went to another subject.

Lauren didn’t have to think much about accepting your offer. She had talked about you a few times too many to your sister. Niamh caught on and asked Lauren about it. She may not have realised she was in love with you but when Niamh asked her it all clicked. She has loved you for longer than she knew.

Niamh was okay with it and there was nothing stopping her but she just didn’t have the balls to ask you out and she didn’t know if you liked her anyway.

But god was she happy you asked her, otherwise this would never have gotten any further than longing stares.

If you hadn’t asked her you wouldn’t be in a longterm relationship, footballing together, living with each other and loving each other so openly and passionately.

And if you’d ask what Niamh thought about your relationship she always said ‘Lauren was always like family now she’s just officially family’.

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You and Lauren never really have arguments, if there were any they were tiny. Those arguments were about what show to watch or what chocolate to buy and you’d just end up buying two different chocolate bars. There was always an easy solution.

But now it was about something important. You needed a new couch in your shared home and Lauren thought a mustard coloured one would look good. In your eyes this was fugly, yeah you said fugly and Lauren was beyond offended.

“Lau, baby i just don’t think a yellow couch would look good in our home. It just doesn’t match anything babe.” you pleaded with her.

“Yeah it does! Look, we have mustard in our fridge and yellow flowers!” she tried to convince you.

“Come on, that doesn’t even count!” you told her annoyed.

“I’ve let you pick out almost anything in the house, i just want the yellow couch.” Lauren said irritated.

“That’s not even true! We’ve done half half plus the couch is like a big deal, we can’t just buy one that doesn’t match anything Lauren.” you started to get a bit angry at Lauren. Why couldn’t she get that the couch would look so ugly with the rest of your furniture.

“Whatever.” Lauren said coldly and walked out of the front door.

You knew she went to your sister, she always goes to your sister. But right now it seemed like the right move, Lauren was never so upset about anything and it bothered you that you were the reason.

It was 10pm and Lauren still wasn’t home. The argument was really getting to you. You had texted Lauren about ten times but she didn’t answer any. Was she really that mad at you?

You just needed to know Lauren was okay and safe so you texted your sister.

you

is Lauren with you? You don’t have to tell me anything, just wanna know if she’s safe

charles #2

yeah, she’s safe

You texted ‘i love you’ to your girlfriend. That was really all you needed before you went to bed.

You woke up at 2am by your bedroom door opening. You turned your bedside lamp on and rubbed your eyes to your girlfriend standing in the door opening. Lauren held a bouquet of flowers in her hands and a little sad smile displayed on her face.

Looking at the ground Lauren broke the silence. “I have flowers for you.. because i’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. You can have your couch if you want.” your girlfriend apologised.

There grew a little smile on your face too. “Thank you Lau, i’m sorry too. Come cuddle with me please.” you asked her with your best puppy eyes.

The English forward gave in and crawled into bed with you. You clicked the light off and Lauren spooned you from behind, her face in your neck and your limbs tangled into each other.

You let out a happy sigh and closed your eyes.

“Do you really not want the yellow couch though?” Lauren asked tiredly.

“No baby, we can do something colourful just not yellow, okay?” you tried to negotiate with your girlfriend.

“That’s okay. I love you.”

“I love you too Hemps”

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[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day 5: Night Time Walk

Late in night after many exams and an annoyingly long lecture, Ruby finds herself yearning for escape. She’s never been a terrible test taker, but she’s also never had a teacher like Dr. Obleck. No sane person makes a 250 question exam. Even Weiss of all people looked nervous taking it, which only made Ruby fear for her own grade.

With that nightmare behind her, she now walks aimlessly through Beacon’s courtyard until the slightest tug on her hoodie makes her whip around into karate chop position.

Ruby:Back off before I can Y- oh hey Jaune.

Jaune:H-Hello…ya good? You were walking like a zombie one second and ready to attack the next.

Ruby:Sorry. I’m…a little fried. *delfates* How’d you do on exams?

Jaune:Pretty good. I split them up between yesterday and today.

Ruby:That was an option!?

Jaune:Ummm

He watched the girl crumple over against him. She looked like Ren when people make too much noise in the library.

Jaune:How about we make a trip to a vending machine?

Ruby:That sounds nice…

She allowed herself to be taken by the hand and follow behind Jaune like a kite on a string. At the breeze was nice. The courtyard at night was always a pleasant place to be.

Jaune:So I’m guessing you were out here to cool off?

Ruby:Yeah. Walking helps sort out my thoughts. What brought you here?

Jaune:You.

Ruby:Oh. Hehe, my bad.

Jaune:It’s fine. I like being around you. It’s cozy.

Ruby:*red* What the heck man? My brain has enough to deal with right now. I’m out here to cool off! Not heat up!

Jaune:Ruby, I’ve said nicer things about you.

Ruby:Yeah well the more we spend time together, the less resistance I get to it. You’re like reverse poison.

Jaune:That’s called an antidote. Not how that’s used, and I’m positive that word was used in the exam. Are you confident in your grade?

Ruby:You get what I mean!

Jaune:Yeah I do. Maybe that’s what my dad meant by being persistent.

Ruby:Is that how he got your mom?

Jaune:Actually it was the other way around. She was like the most vocal supporter of him and always popped up to chat for one reason or another. Apparently she knew how to really draw a crowd and stick out.

Ruby:Sounds like a pretty cool woman. Personally I prefer trying to fit in.

Jaune:You blew up on the other side of this courtyard.

Ruby:Memememe shut up. You could’ve brought up my awesome display against a Nevermore, but nooooo. Had to be the first impression. I don’t bring up you puking on Yang’s shoe.

Jaune:What’s my collar ID in your scroll?

Ruby:….Touché.

The duo finally made it to one of many outside vending machines. Jaune swiped his scroll over the scanner and went over to sit at the bench while Ruby was free to get whatever she liked. He leaned back to get comfortable while a sudden thump against his lap made him flinch. It was giant packaged chocolate muffin. He looked at Ruby to see her holding one in her left, and two drinks in her right. She actually waited this time before tossing him a drink to catch.

Jaune:This was supposed to be your treat.

Ruby:Like I was about to let you sit there with nothing. Call it even for your company on this night.

She sat right next to him and wasted no time opening a blueberry muffin to devour while he ate his slower.

Jaune:Never thought my company would be worth a blueberry muffin and two bottles of juice.

Ruby:That’s pretty sad.

Jaune:I was being sarcastic!

Ruby:Yeah but you made it sound so sad. Also, it’s worth way more.

Jaune:More than Crescent Rose?

Ruby:That’s certainly a question with an answer.

Jaune:Wow!

Ruby:I’m joking! Of course it’s worth more! You chat with me about everything and…call me cozy. That’s a little bit more pricey than a scope. Maybe.

Jaune:Hey Ruby, do you miss your friends?

Ruby:Course I do. Some don’t keep in touch anymore but that’s fine. Others send a text every so often.

Jaune:Like your best friend.

Ruby:Didn’t have one of those.

Jaune:Really? Who was the me before me?

Ruby:Nobody.*shrugs* I had friends and got along with people but I’m serious when I say I can talk to you about everything. Not to knock the people at home. Maybe it was because so many people knew my family? My uncle did teach after all. Also… my mom drew a crowd easily too.

Jaune:Guess it runs in the family.

Ruby:Heh, maybe? They were pretty nice people to hangout with. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wonder if some might’ve felt sorry for my family’s situation. It’s actually pretty weird how the transition here felt pretty-

Jaune:Freeing? Yeah, I definitely had my fair share of estranged friends back home. Wasn’t exactly Mr.Cool Guy. If I was drawing a crowd it was because I was probably landing on my face or losing a fight.

Ruby:Those people clearly need an eye exam. You’re plenty cool to me.

Jaune:Thanks. You’re cool too.

Ruby:Pfft, I know. Like I said earlier, do you remember what I did to the Nevermore? I ran up a cliff and reverse guillotined it. I’m awesome!

Jaune:Yeah you’re pretty cool when you’re not stressing over exams or blowing up.

Ruby:Hey!

She shoved him lightly, only to immediately receive one back. This prompted war! Both of the continued lightly nudging against one another, laughing the entire time at the meaningless “battle” they had.

Ruby grinned in victory as Jaune finally bowed out. She stuck her tongue out to gloat, failing to secure her muffin from him. Then he had the nerve to play to one weakness; height! Jaune raised his arm straight up out of reach. He was about to stand, but Ruby quickly tugged him down by his hoodie as she reached up. She might’ve scrambled too fast. Her own feet stumbled over themselves and she found her body falling forward. Her arm came down swiftly to brace herself against Jaune as he leaned back on reflex in an attempt to catch her.

His free hand now held her by the left shoulder, stopping Ruby inches away from his face. The two just sorta…stared in silence as their brains tried to keep up with the situation.

Ruby couldn’t explain what she did next. After a long day of thinking, she went on instinct, tilting her head slightly and closing her eyes. Then…she waited. Thank goodness it wasn’t for long. A subtlest, most delightful warmth gently pressed against her lips. Her head leaned forward just a little bit more to encourage the same attitude Jaune brought when he shoved back a minute ago. He didn’t back down this time either. Finally, Ruby leaned back and sat on the bench properly.

Thoughts quickly caught up with actions, and her hood came over her head in silence as she stared at her lap. Why the hell did she just go for it like that!? Ruby was seconds away from dashing off until a hand brought her stolen muffin back into her lap.

Ruby:Th-Thanks. Umm, you sure reverse poison isn’t the word?

Jaune:Honestly? Not sure of much right now.

Ruby:Same! Hehe, I’m so sorry. I just sorta…I don’t know.

Jaune:It’s fine. It…tasted like blueberries. What’s there to apologize about?

Ruby:*deep red*…..THANKS FOR THE TREAT!

She ran away faster than she’s ever had.

Jaune:Wait! Don’t- I’m sorr- *covers face* Whyyyyyy am I like this?

Before he could spiral too far into self sabotage, a gust of petal filled wind came by. Jaune looked up to see Ruby. She put the muffin right in hands, then kissed him again with both her hands holding his face, catching him off guard completely. This time when it ended, Ruby grabbed the chocolate muffin before running away again.

Jaune:…What?

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Weiss:But why was it 250 questions!? You would have to answer every question in under a minute!

Yang:Weiss, let it go. The battle is over. Be like Blake.

Blake:Zzzz

Ruby walks into her dorm room briskly with her hood still up and muffin in hand. Without a word, she hops onto her bed.

Yang:So the walk didn’t help.

Weiss:Umm, excuse me!? Remember the last time you ate on the bed? Your meals are my crumbs!

Blake:That’s how Faunus talk about your family.

Weiss:Go back to sleep.

Blake:Stop yelling and I will.

Yang:Let Ruby stress eat. It’s been a long day. We just need to all zone out. Though I’m kinda surprised. Blueberry is your go to. They run out in the machines?

Ruby:…I just had a taste for it tonight.

[apomaro-mellow]

I saw a tiktok of steve asking kas!eddie what he wanted to eat and it's the vine audio of "the souls of the innocent" "a bagel" "nooooo" "two bagel" with eddie saying a bagel and vecna as the other voice. And now I'm like a craxk steddie fic from vecna's perspective would be soooooo funny. Like imagine he resurrects eddie as kas and thinks he'll be this great asset and spy, but he's just too *heart eyes* at steve to ba a) useful and b) controlled lmao. Eddie will be sitting in on some sort of planning session and vecna piggybacking in his mind is like "finally! an advantage!" But then steve will stretch or something and eddie just hones in on the sliver of his stomach he can see and his horny thoughts are too loud for vecna to hear the "master plan" anymore

hehehehe here's the vine for anyone that wants culture

His body was badly damaged. But his mind was as strong as ever. It was child's play to connect with Eddie Munson and use the forces of the Upside Down to repair his body into something usable. The boy fought, but then he reminded him of all of the pain he'd gone through, all the regrets, the people he had to leave behind and soon enough, their goals were one. They made it to the surface and sought out those he knew.

Surely they were already planning their next counter. But he couldn't allow that. With this body though, he could blend in seamlessly. They would welcome their resurrected friend with open arms.

"Steve?"

'Ah yes, Steve.' Eddie had quite a few regrets when it came to this one. Henry didn't realize it yet, but most of his problems would come from Steve Harrington.

When he considered the biggest obstacles, of course that title went to Eleven. Among the rest, Nancy Wheeler was probably the most dangerous after that. But beyond her, the rest were mere ants. He only knew as much as he needed to know for his own ends. It was why he knew Steve was important to Eddie.

He had simply underestimated how important.

He also overestimated his control when it came to this body. He was a mere passenger. And try as he might, he just couldn't get Eddie to tap into that rage and fury that had brought him back to life.

'They left you for dead! Kill them!'

"Eddie, how's this one look?", Steve asked, turning around in the outfit he'd chosen.

Vecna found his voice drowned out with Eddie's heart thumping in his own ears. Apparently there was something fetching about Steve in his summer shorts.

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"Hey Eddie, what d'you feel like eating?", Steve said as he perused take out menus.

'Tell him how you hunger for flesh. How you wish to rend him limb from limb and feast on his blood.'

"Chinese sounds really good right now."

'Noo!!'

"Can we get orange chicken?"

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He had thought they'd all but given up on trying to defeat him earnestly but was proven wrong when a meeting was called. Vecna felt vindication rising as everyone gathered and Nancy took the helm, laying out what had happened and what they'd done so far. And Eddie was listening intently. He knew he'd be important to their plan. He had new abilities and a connection to the Upside Down now. This was perfect! Now he'd know exactly what they were planning and they would be none the wiser. Still, no one had figured out he was looking through their trusted friend's eyes.

"Alright, listen up because there's more phases to the plan this time", Nancy said. "We've got more people and that's more ground to cover, but it's important that everyone knows their part and sticks to it." She gave Eddie a meaningful look.

'Yeess. Yeeeeeeeessssss', Vecna grinned as she began to lay out the first part of the plan.

And then Steve had to go and yawn and stretch his arms and suddenly Eddie's eyes weren't on Nancy's face anymore but on that tiny sliver of stomach as Steve's shirt rose.

'Noooooooooooo', Vecna wailed as Nancy's voice was drowned out with how much Eddie wanted to nibble on that stomach.

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He was losing his patience with his predicament. Every time he called Eddie to heel went unanswered. It was infuriating to be reduced to this. His forces might not be ready quite yet, but it was time to put an end to this.

"I got the popcorn!", Dustin exclaimed.

"Sodas on deck", Lucas announced.

"What's the flick?", Steve asked, sitting down next to Eddie.

Vecna would call upon the powers he had and open up another portal. One that would spell the end of Hawkins and the world. Movie night be damned.

"Secret of NIMH", Dustin said, putting the movie in.

....He could wait another day. He hadn't seen this one yet.

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hear me out for the blurbs?

jackie and wilson (aka single dad!driver!reader) and being a totally chaotic parent in the paddock? like he's just wandering around with marceline on his shoulders and crouching comically low to get through doorways and stuff maybe?

Coming right up!!

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How did you go about races when your baby was newborn? Baby Sling.

Unless you were in your race suit you had Marceline on you or near you at all times. Easiest get out of awkward media questions card EVER.

When Marceline became a toddler the total chaos begins. There are several videos of you or Oscar chasing the runaway toddler through the paddock.

This resulted in you having to find creative ways to keep her entertained. Keeping her on your shoulders seemed to be the number one way to keep her entertained.

Hope you’re ready to have your hair stuck up at the back 24/7 from Marceline tugging at your hair because she will not let go.

Rip to anyone who wears glasses, hearing aids or earrings because they are also being pulled at to begin with (Obviously she will grow out of that)

Also Rip to your hips and back, between racing, any underlying conditions and then having to crouch through doors to get through them because you created a velcro child your hips are so fucked by the end of a race weekend

There are several clips of you having to get down low just to get through a door safely without causing a concussion.

Press conferences were absolute chaos. Due to you and Oscar both racing and being drivers you were granted special circumstances to have your child with you at certain things.

Your first race back after a 6 month absence was an utter nightmare. You were exhausted, Oscar was to but not to the same extent.

Marceline fell asleep mid press conference and seemingly you did too. You were so fucking tired and the No.1 advice you had been given was you sleep when the baby does, apparently that just became instinct.

Alex Albon had to gently slap your face to wake you up before sending you to go find Oscar while he took up his duty to distract the press.

The amount of times you’ll turn around to your daughter tugging at your leg because she needed to escape her current carer to get you to open something.

“You can’t just run away from Lando like that baby, I thought Oscar was in McLaren. Why can’t he open it?” Only to be met with baby Doe eyes and a very convincing “You do it better though”

Real chaos ensues when your daughter realises that anyone with a microphone will listen to anything she says she goes a bit evil.

“Anything you wanna add Marceline? About Uncle Lando?” “My daddy say’s Lando is a cun-“ “Okay, lets not finished that sentence” you interjected quickly interrupting you daughter who just got you told you off on international tv.

This became an ongoing streak of things she says unknowingly exposing your home life to the hungry fans.

The following ate things Marceline probably exposed you for when accompanying you and/or Oscar in interviews.

“Yeah, daddy took me out to pick a nice ring for Osc.” “Baby remember when we had that talk about secrets” You sighed

“Daddy and me and Osc play princess tea party all the time at home. Daddy and Osc have matching tiaras” She said casually.

“Daddy says Oscar is my Mummy now (IYKYK)” she’d beam, not quite realising how funny that sounds out of context (You had to put out a tweet to explain this one)

“We went to holiday with the nice redbull man, Oscar had a meeting with him” “Who Max?” “Nooooo, Mister Horner” “MARCELINE! That was a secret” That was a really fun conversation with PR, Zak and Andrea.

Also not quite chaos but the internet 100% breaks when you post any sort if family photos. New pet (I’m giving you a ferret, take it or leave it)? Trending in 20 mins. Family outing? The fanfic girlies (gn) go wild.

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OK MEOWRTHER FUCKER WHERE DOING THIS WHERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN

aka my favorite moments and notes on the new hc:bc: “[S] 8r8k.” done right after i watched it because I AM GOING TO IMPOLDE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!

MEGA FUCKING SPOILER WARNING! OBVIOUSLY!

(ignore how this is in windows media player i needed to slow it down a bit)

ok first frame up we got 3 preexisting scenes to ground us

with the calliroxy + john panel im not exactly sure why that little stain is there but probably just some like texturing idk id be surprised if it was relevent

sollux. soooollllluuuux >:[ this is a pretty funny gag though itll come back later

awwww little fork and knife dude! someonell probably think of a clever punny name for them so im not gonna bother right now

also it could just be the way the lighting affects colors here but that sort of looks like lime more than jade or olive to me. it seems too yellow to be jade but too light to be olive

would be cool if it was but i doubt it

with afformentioned knife and fork dude and swiffer and cliper and now this dude we seem to be getting a lot of greenish blooded background trolls

is that…. THE PINK KILOMETERS !!!! :0 lol

clear parallel to hic here

ok seriously what the hell is that?????? i wouldnt say its thief of life shit cuz then it’d probably be light blue but if were going by colors this would be a fuchsia blood thing?? i need to fucking know pleeeeease <<;;

neeeeever mind seems to be a thief of life thing though i would’ve thought stealing someones life to give to others wouldve been more of a rogue of lifes thing? whatever its still cool

cool ass shot

he still fucking uses those????????

those lil wrist things vaguely remind me of the signless’s handcuff association but these are a different kind i think so eh

ahhhh i get it ;3 its a bloodpusher

SHES GONNA FUCKING GET ME SCRAM!!! 0_0 (lol)

has (vriska) always wore knee high converse? if not thats a funny thing to add

NOOOOO DAVEPETA DONT EXPLODE YOURE TOO AWESOME D:

LMAOOOOO THE TROLLS FACE WHY IS HE SO D:,

ahhh partners in D:,-hood

GET EM GIRL WOOOOO!!!! KILL EM! yiffy 4 the win

indeed tavvy, indeed 0_0

im imagining him saying “GET DOWN TAVVY” in the same cadence one would say get down mr president

can someone with the genesis project put that code in to see what it has (first ones a 4)

(i love this little fourth wall addon with tavvy youth rolling across the scenes)

LMAO THE LITTLE EYE POP OUT also uncle? is this vrissy’s or yiffy’s? considering jade had it im going with yiffy

think about him next time you have boba….. smh

come on tavvy hit a corner cooome on (i like the video shaking here)

OH NY GOD ITS A JOHN METEOR PANEL FUCK DAMMIT

they are drawn so cute here in a panel so hard to pause on with 0.25 speed on T_T yiffy here is pfp gold

holy shit? of course they pull out the fucking painting for something that stupid. it’s beautiful

aw shit hopenado time

:0 godtier revives are always so pretty

IS THAT FUCKING BEC BLANC??????

(yes i think thats a good pun)

some one tag the gun identification guy we need to figure out what gun vriska is using on (vriska)

:o he’s actually controlling the hopey shit!!!!!

part 2 cuz the image limit:

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 16 “chimera” thoughts

i may have missed easter by a few days, but!!! here i am, watching the episode that says it takes place “over the easter holiday”

how is everyone doing?? honestly, i’m really excited to get to the next episode. but the last 2 have been super good, so hopefully we’re on a winning streak. 

look, i can recognize patterns, though- the streaks never last too long on this show. god love it. bless it, even. but it’s just the way it works. that being SAID, i have heard a few things about the next episode, and i am SO excited to see what happens.

so! mulder is hunting for a creature!! i hope there is scully time, too, but maybe she’s busy with her family doing easter stuff. 

post-episode thoughts: not a bad episode at all! it had some VERY cute moments, and some of the most blatantly wrong plot predictions i have ever made, which is always fun to read back, LMAO. screw that adderly guy for real though. and shoutout to mulder's vague definition of "significant other" for getting me to make a squealing noise akin to a baby animal in distress.

let’s see what this episode will bring!

it’s easter sunday in vermont. and this brunch looks crazy. michelle found some eggs, and also the easter bunny is here #yassss! this looks so expensive. although, i’m scared of people in holiday costumes after the killer santa episode, but still. i can appreciate the effort that went into this. the kids will remember this forever, says one lady, later revealed to be named ellen, to the host of easter brunch. “i hope there are some things they won’t remember” says the host (martha) with a pointed look at a new woman approaching… what is their tea…?

ohhh, this woman is named jenny. and ellen tells martha to be nice- but jenny does NOT say hello to her, LMAO

michelle is hunting for more eggs, yay, i love an egg hunt!! but i’m scared she’ll find some sort of beast or ghoul. she’s wandering into a wooded area… careful, queen…. she hears some birds and finds a raven. and it flies at her!!! when the bird scares her and she runs, jenny is right behind her!!! LEAVE MICHELLE ALONE??

the poor girl drops all her eggs and runs away :( why is this GROWN WOMAN chasing a child into the woods?!

at night, martha says it took two hours to put michelle to bed because she was so scared!!! and while martha personally didn’t see a bird, whatever michelle saw spooked her. she wants to be with her dad. who cannot come home early. 

the window is open and the curtains are blowing. ellen shuts them. but a bird got in the house!!! and it’s cawing!

and then… the window or a mirror smashes or something?? it’s hard to tell. and someone is IN THE HOUSE. GIRL. IS IT JENNY???????

oooooo….. now i wanna know why jenny and martha have such a fight going on!!

the hawk outside my window is back :) everyone say hello!!

intro tiiiiiime!!!! spooooooooky!

is mulder staking out a strip club? what’s he doing all that for? while popping bubblegum. 

(he chews bubblegum? is this a new alternative to seeds? we must analyze this development!)

oh, scully is here too!!! bringing some coffee. it’s 8:42 pm and they’re looking for… someone. he is sure she will come.

AWW, look at scully sitting… she's so cute

LMAOOOO “well, i hope you realize there’s no evidence whatsoever that this mystery woman of yours has even committed a crime… although her wardrobe comes close” <- i’m howwwwwling. get her, scully!!!!

oh, i think she actually has tea, not coffee in her cup :,) as she lounges here. mulder explains that 6 people were seen with this mysterious individual at the strip club and then never seen again. he thinks she might be a serial killer (a female one! very rare!), AND twice police have raided the club to arrest her. 

but scully points out that twice the police turned up empty handed. so, hmm.

NOOOOO, scully is talking about how depressing this whole thing is when he gets a phone call and just… GETS UP AND LEAVES. WHERE IS HE GOING?!?? leaving her in this strange and dirty room with a half-eaten sandwich and a bunch of photos of the suspect!!!

well, it was skinner who summoned him, so it must be pretty important, and i guess i can forgive him for ditching her. skinner has a photo of martha on his desk. why doesn’t he want scully here to accompany him????

martha disappeared two weeks ago, and no one has seen her since. mulder points out that he is already on a case, and skinner replies, no, you’re on a stakeout, and scully can handle it.

(suspicious mulder look) “why, what did i do?” <- awww, he thinks he’s in troubleeee. makes you wonder how many times he has gotten put on weird sounding assignments as skinner punishment. (obviously the stuff with kersh doesn’t count- that man was torturing them both!)

LMAOOO, skinner says it may play to his “strengths as an investigator” and then asks about the significance of ravens in mythology. when the boss requests that you infodump… you comply.

michelle claims she was attacked by a raven earlier that day and then heard one again before her mother disappeared. “no really, what did i do?” mulder asks again <- LMAOOOO. punishment of birds be upon ye

skinner says it’s the only lead that hasn’t been explored! and also, martha’s father is a federal judge- it has been made clear that finding her is to be skinner’s top priority. so off you go, raven boy.

i’m always so sad when our agents get separated. 

mulder has arrived to vermont to meet a sheriff named phil adderly. he’s using a newspaper as an umbrella. king!! that seems really ineffective and like it will make a soggy mess, but he has to protect that perfect hair. mulder seems apprehensive about if he can be any help to the case. 

so adderly’s wife is ellen, who we saw at the brunch before the disappearance, and she is martha’s best friend- and also the one who told her to be nice to jenny. martha is admired in the community. adderly assures mulder that martha’s husband howard has nothing to do with this. suspicious!

mulder is staring at howard and michelle. “what do you know about a raven?”, he asks adderly. mulder says it won’t be necessary to talk to michelle. i wonder why…. does he think he’ll be in and out that fast? or does he just not wanna talk to a traumatized child today?

oooo, but he does find some weird marks in the house. “how many talons would you say a raven had?”, he asks. the sheriff cannot have expected to be asked that question upon waking up in the morning, LMAOOO. mulder realizes the error of his ways and quickly throws in a “never mind”

and also, there was a mirror that was broken at the scene. so keep that in mind.

howard comes in, meeting mulder and admitting he wonders if this whole thing is a waste of his time- the police have been coming and going, which is not great for crime scene investigation. is howard a suspect? hmm… 

and he says he found something. hands it to mulder to investigate. “uh, birth control pills?” <- that’s really funny out of context.

make mulder react to uncomfortable family secrets more often. i always enjoy it.

it’s not a laughing matter for howard, though, who says he thinks martha was having an affair. well, that’s a pretty big jump…

howard is telling mulder about his vasectomy and he’s just nodding along. listening. ohhhh, poor king… dealing with this…. separated from his scully and listening to a random guy talk about his marital problems.

listen, i’m sticking up for martha here, though: i have read FAR too many stories of people managing to have children after a vasectomy to EVER feel comfortable believing that a simple surgery can take care of all risk. HORROR stories. mostly on reddit. things that will send a shiver down your spine. team martha.

and then howard hands mulder a key, saying he found it in martha’s favorite coat, and he doesn’t know where it goes to. nah, howard is def sleeping with jenny, and martha’s mysterious disappearance is to cover up what’s going on there. i’m onto your tricks, howard. you may fool the sheriff, but you won’t fool me.

howard thinks that maybe martha ran away with this affair partner she must have, and that is why they haven’t found her. ummm… if she wanted to leave, she could do that without breaking the mirror and screaming and faking evidence?? unless she wanted to make it look like a kidnapping, i guess. howard seems to be jumping to a lot of conclusions and i do not trust him.

ellen is sticking missing posters on cars as she pushes the baby in a stroller. and she hears a raven…. when jenny approaches!!! “cute kid”, she says.

ellen asks jenny if she wants some posters to put up on her side of town, which… yeah… doesn’t sound great, even if she just really innocently meant they live in opposite geographical areas. she then apologizes for how that sounded. “no, it just naturally comes out that way when you think you’re better than everyone”, jenny spits back. DAMN. 

and then she stalks away. 

ellen sees this HORRIBLE ZOMBIE IN THE CAR WINDOW??? and then the glass SHATTERS

what is jenny doing….?

adderly is fully on board with the “martha was having an affair” theory and tells mulder as much.

“according to your audubon book here, a raven has four talons”, says mulder. STOP!!! again, that is so funny out of context. adderly wants to know if martha was hurt and he’s like no, let’s have some bird facts.

now he’s going into what ravens and broken mirrors mean in a spiritual sense like it’s the most natural thing in the world- it’s true, i love this man!

ellen comes home with the daughter. and also, they’re letting mulder stay in their house. has that ever happened before?? staying with a family instead of booking a hotel? and he agrees to it. to be fair to him, though, they didn’t offer much of a choice

so now he’s sleeping in the guest room, i guess. dinner is fancy as hell and ellen is like “oh this is typical for us :)” <- she’s trying to flex on him

his phone rings! is it scully? OHHHH IT IS, AND SHE WANTS TO GO HOOOOME :( the furnace broke in that weird like stakeout room and she’s cold!!! and she doesn’t want to think about the things she’s seen staking out a strip club!!!

LMAOOO “hey scully, tough it out; whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? (turning to ellen who is serving him dinner) no, no, no, no, no capers, thank you” “i’m sorry, what?” “i said ‘what… a crazy caper’, i’ll talk to you later, and keep warm, bye”

AWWWWW, POOR SCULLY :( LOOK AT HER POUTY FACE, OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOD I’M GOING TO YELL!!!! she is COLD, damnit!!! get her a blanket!!!

look at this fancy new england boy mulder putting his napkin in his lap as they eat this… meat creation. what a gentleman.

back at howard and michelle’s place, michelle won’t eat dinner because mommy didn’t make it. and dad offers to get hamburgers instead. but she is terrified and says “it’s back”. she is so scared!!!! someone help her!!! the bird is right at the window cawing!!

he leaves to go scare it off, but i’m scared he’s not coming back. there are soooo many birds in the yard…. eating something….. A HAND??? HELLLLL NO. 

mulder is on the scene. the ravens were eating martha. so was she in the garden the whole time? how did they not notice her there?!

adderly is refusing to arrest howard, saying he didn’t do it, even if the body was buried in his backyard and all signs point to him. he didn’t do it. which makes me think adderly might be covering up for howard. ellen comes and starts crying seeing her friend's body. and she confesses to seeing the beast earlier. 

she thinks the claw marks on martha’s face could have been from the creature. mulder believes her. adderly basically telling him to stfu about the spirits. mulder thinks someone summoned this creature, and asks if martha had any enemies. 

they go to talk to jenny, who viciously denies the claim. OHHHH, she’s shading adderly right there in front of mulder… something about a town secret. but she fesses up to hating martha and how perfect she thought she was, and she heard that she was stepping out on her husband, so look into THAT.

so she has a criminal record. adderly says he thinks she didn’t do it- he sure has a lot of opinions on this case- but why did she lie about her alibi, mulder asks. “i got that vibe pretty clear” <- OHHHH!! is adderly cheating on ellen with jenny?!? this is so messed up

LMAOOOOOO, SCULLY CALLS: “mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up, staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you… and how i’d like to kill you” <- tell him how you FEEL, sister!!!

she sounds like she has a cold :( poor thing!!!

he’s talking about how there’s the same seedy underbelly in this fancy vermont town as there is in that strip club in DC.

she keeps seeing a van with writing about jesus on it, and this distracts her from hearing mulder’s autopsy request. HIS EYE ROLL, LMAOOOO... these two deserve each other.

ravens!! at the adderly house!!!! ellen is vacuuming. finds that key from martha's pocket stuck in her vacuum thingy!! and there is lots of cawing!!!

the raven got in the room with the baby!!! and then she sees the scary face again in the mirror and it shatters!!! AUGH, it gave me the CREEPS! she takes the baby and runs, hiding in a closet from the scary person who seems to be right outside. and then her husband bursts open the closet door and she’s sobbing. so is HE the beast...?

mulder will investigate. he looks so handsome. sits down to ask her what happened. adderly glares at her when she says "it" chased her. and then tells mulder to stop encouraging this. he thinks she broke the mirrors. but! mulder finds the key that was on the ground!

mulder sits next to ellen and her very large baby and asks about the key. she hasn’t seen it before that morning. adderly takes the key to figure out where it goes to. so if she found it and then was attacked….? and then ellen found one….  

the question is who will find the third copy of the key and be attacked, if the pattern is to be followed. and also, where is adderly going as he leaves ellen in bed at night?

OH, off to see jenny? who lives at house 6? she hugs him and he says he can’t do this anymore. and then they’re kissing. oh. okay. there are mirrors on her ceiling as they hook up. 

ellen is making mulder breakfast. and he ironed his shirt! saying it relaxes her to do housework. is she hitting on him or just very nice? and adderly is, of course, not here. 

OH, she is hitting on him, i do believe. “do you have a significant other?” “um, not in the widely understood definition of that term” <- QPR MSR WRITES ITSELF 🥰

(gosh, my heart is still melting from this...... i need to go sit down. he doesn't say NO. just "not in the way you normally would think to use that word" OHHHHHH... i love that MSR blurs all boundaries of romantic vs platonic- it is just Love all the way down)

she's assuring him the right woman will come along and change all that, and that he shouldn’t miss out on home and family life, and he nods… apprehensively… when in walks adderly, who claims he was doing paperwork. at night. and then tells mulder that they’re short handed, got a deputy out, and yes, it lasted all night.

OHHH, this is juicy…. mulder shares the news that martha was 4 weeks pregnant when she died. he asks who the father might be while taking a bite of bacon. “just say what’s on your mind, agent” <-he KNOWS mulder is onto his ass...

mulder wants the key back!!! he says it is evidence!!! see, here i was thinking it was a “a key shows up before the raven monster eats you” thing, but maybe it was just one key to jenny’s place all along. 

mulder is mad as fuck at this adderly guy, who runs off to the shower, leaving mulder the very awkward situation of “do i tell this woman her husband is cheating on her?”

jenny is buttoning her clothes back up, calling a child, saying mommy had to work a double shift and she’ll be home real soon. when she hears the ravens!! they’re fighting outside her place. and then all her mirrors on the roof shatter!!! and the demon thing grabs her!!! swipes her with it’s terrible claws!!!!

mulder is here at the crime scene. is adderly responsible for this demon??? adderly was having an affair with jenny AND martha? and they knew about each other!!! but ellen doesn’t. “but even if she did, she’d find a way to rationalize it” <- OH!!!! what a horrible thing to say about the person you are married to

he claims ellen baby trapped him so he couldn’t get a divorce, and i think this guy is just a sleaze of the highest order. also, mulder needs to shave, but… i don’t hate it.

oh, NOW adderly wants to hear about the ravens and the broken mirrors. HE THINKS HE MIGHT BE THE REASON THEY ARE HERE AND NOT EVEN KNOW! that is actually a very interesting concept

back at the house, adderly calls, saying he needs to talk to ellen, and mulder is on his way over to discuss whatever it is that is going on. but where is she??? she's just getting home, saying the baby needs a nap.

so she didn’t hear the phone……

creepy music plays as she puts the baby to bed. OH SHIT!!! SHE HAS A STAB MARK ON HER NECK!!! FROM WHERE JENNY GOT THE DEMON THING WITH GLASS!!!!!!

not gonna lie that plot twist got me. gaaaaaaaaag!

ellen is getting in the tub. is mulder still on his way over? oh! she didn't know the wound was in her neck!!! but she gets flashbacks of being stabbed as the scary wild beast???

NOOOO, mulder comes home while she’s getting in the tub. oh god. his phone rings. it’s scully. she solved the stakeout mystery!!! the mystery blond is a guy named mark who is taking the 6 missing people to a halfway house! “a wolf in sheep’s clothing. or i guess in this case, a sheep in wolf’s clothing” <- a happy ending for all involved. except for mulder. who is stuck here while this lady who was hitting on him a few hours ago is in the bathtub.

scully may now shower for 8 or 9 hours and sleep until spring- her words <3 i am very happy for her

but this makes mulder realize things…. 

he knocks on the door of the bathroom. ellen asks him to go away. he tells her that jenny is dead and her husband is in custody- but he doesn’t think adderly did it. he’s asking her where she went that morning. she says it can’t be her. 

ohhhh, he thinks that if she can’t face her other side, that would explain the mirrors being shattered… 

she’s crying. if she comes out, everything she thought she had is over. and her eyes are all black. he’s gonna get attacked!!

aaaand sure enough, she comes out swinging at him in full demon mode, slashing the mirror with her talons. dunking him underwater and drowning him!!!! but then she’s gone??? bro is very wet, fully clothed in the tub. 

oh. she’s in the corner panting and shivering. 

at a psychiatric hospital, mulder is sitting with ellen, then gets up and leaves. he comes out to see adderly. allegedly, she has a split personality. maybe ellen’s changes were far more extreme than the typical case. and mulder thinks she had to rationalize adderly’s cheating somehow- she was trying to protect her family.

ohhhh. that makes her words to mulder about family being a refuge all the more terrifying.

she sees a raven outside the hospital and approaches it, placing her hands on the windows.

the end

woaaaaah. 

okay, well that plot twist got me, LMAO. i didn’t see it coming even if it seems obvious in hindsight. ellen, i was rooting for you!!! we were all rooting for you!!! martha, i defended you!

adderly is evil. 

not a bad episode! it’s not an instant classic for me or anything- hard to get that when the agents aren't together- but not a bad one at all. the drama of people who are well off is always gonna be interesting to me. rich people problems and such!

interesting to get scully as comedic relief!!! this has been wildly underused in this show, but we should get that more often, because it does work well <3 poor thing!!! she was so cold!!! he just left her!!! i was so mad at first, until we learned it was because skinner told him he had to!!!

their little stakeout was so funny, too. makes you realize that they must have so many boring cases like that we simply do not get to see in between all of the exciting ones we watch. it makes you think about long hours in a small room, nothing but hot tea and each other's company, conversation absentmindedly treading into vulnerability... swapping stories of high school classes, bad dates, favorite books... there are fic ideas everywhere for those with the eyes to see them.

oh, mulder. you can tell this man desperately wants to have some sort of peaceful life, but then this sort of thing happens to both of our agents and it’s like, well... maybe domesticity is just another front for evil. 

if you need me from now until eternity, i will be thinking about his unconventionally significant other <3

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title : four bottles and a maybe kiss

pairing: Jameson Hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis : you are at a bar with the Hawthorne brothers who you’ve grown up friends with. But being with Jameson Hawthorne has always been a little different than the others, it’s always felt like there is something more…

warnings : drinking and alcohol

a/n : this is my first ever time writing in this platform so idk if this is too long or really rubbish, I just hope you enjoy and I’m always open to feedback

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The music was so loud I could feel each beat in my chest. The pounding of the song was beginning to match the pounding in my head. I could feel my limbs beginning to ache. I needed to get out of hot, sticky, sweatiness of this place. I knew I wasn’t even the slightest bit tipsy, I’d only had one drink and I’m glad, it was easy to get lost in this place. Eventually I find the door to exit. The cold air laps my exposed skin, drinking up the humidity greedily and I’ve never been more grateful. I tip my head back, shutting my eyes and take a deep breath in. I allow the oxygen to fill my lungs and feel a little calmer, a little less achy. I exhale, thankful for the cool breeze of the night. But it’s not longer before my kind begins to wander as it often does when the rest of the world is silent and it always directs me back to the same train of thought. Jameson Hawthorne.

I’d grown up by his side and him by mine. We had always gotten on, always been like minded people with a high aptitude for various subjects. Tobias had always had a liking for me, approving of one of the family’s few outside connections. I’d always been close to all the Hawthorne brothers but Jameson… Jameson was so different. It never felt like just a friendship, the bond was too strong, too emotional for just that. His familiar smirk often laced my dreams and his bright eyes constantly plagued my imagination. Things like that don’t just happen. From the day we met and every day after, there has been a spark. I can feel the electricity pulsing through my veins when I’m around him and I don’t know if he can feel it too. So I say nothing and of course he says nothing and so we live on. Me, imagining the impossible and Jameson… being Jameson.

Suddenly, reeling me out of my thoughts quite literally, my body jerks forward as I feel something hit my back with force. I slam into the pavement, the impact hard, but break my fall with my hands.

“Oh shit shit shit, I’m so sorry,” a familiar voice says.

My head whips around and my eyes widen, “Jameson?”

‘Huh just the person I was thinking about…’ I think, ‘Fate? Nah.’

I look up. There he is, standing there. He’s just fallen out of the door of a bar but somehow still looks like some sort of Greek god. His face so perfect it’s unfair, eyes so bright it gives the sun a run for her money, a smile so alluring that I’d sell both my kidneys just to see it once.

“Oh hey there Y/N!” he grins as I stand up wiping my hands on the bottom of my dress, “didn’t see you there.”

“You don’t say,” I reply, analysing him. His face was red and rosy, his eyelids drooping slightly and I could see the sweat dripping off of his forehead.

“What?” he asks, cocking his head to one side

“You’re drunk,” I state.

“Nooooo,” he slurs, grinning as he stumbles towards me. He’s about to fall over before I act fast and catch him. I underestimated his weight and falter slightly but managed to pull him back as he’s wheezing with laughter.

“What’s so funny Jamie?” I ask, not bothering to suppress my smile.

“I fell over,” he laughs, “and this is the second time now!”

I sigh, “How many drinks have you had?”

“Four…” he says, hesitating a little while, “…bottles.��

“Jameson!” I exclaim.

“Y/n!” he yells, mocking my shocked tone.

“Four whole bottles!”

“Nash had double,” he defends, putting his hands up. His hair, as unruly as ever, look particularly good tonight. I don’t know what he’s done with it but it made him look so beautiful.

“Is that why he’s cowboy dancing?” I ask, recalling the routine if previously witnessed, that will be engraved into my brain for the rest of my life.

“And screaming Taylor Swift,” Jameson tells me, “I believe when I left it was ‘picture to burn’ but by now it could be anything.”

“Damn I missed that,” I say.

“Gray probably got it on video,” he shrugs, tapping one hand on his leg in a rhythm, like he often does when he’s nervous or distracted or just needs to burn some energy.

“Where’s Xander?” I ask him.

“I don’t knowww,” Jameson slurs, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again, “but I know where you are!”

I smile softly, folding my arms and leaning on the wall behind me, “and where am I?”

His eyelids fall down and then pry open slowly before he slumps down against the wall, hitting the concrete with a thump. That’s going to be a painful bruise tomorrow.

“You are here, with me,” he laughs, “and I’m really happy you’re here with me.”

“You are?” I ask, my eyebrows flying up, caught off guard at the comment

“Yep, can I tell you a secret?” he asks me, his green eyes sparkling as my stares up at me, clinging to my forearm.

“What’s your secret?” I whisper.

“You have to come down here to hear it,” Jameson giggles, tugging twice on my arm. I oblige and sit down next to him, my back against the wall. He takes my face between his hands and I’m taken by surprise. He’s so gentle and soft. My brain is telling me to pull away but our eyes connect and my brain doesn’t seem to work much after that. I’m staring into pools of lush green emeralds, hypnotising me from any logic I may have had. All I can hear is my heart is thumping loudly in my ears.

“What’s your secret?” I whisper, our faces inches apart, almost touching but not quite there.

“You are my favourite person,” he murmurs, “ever!”

His hands no longer cup my face and instead the tip of his finger is booping my nose. I scrunch up my face and try not to laughs. This was probably the most drunk if ever seen Jameson.

“Really?” I ask him.

“Yep,” he nods.

I can’t believe what he’s saying. I can’t let myself, it would be too cruel. He’s drunk. So very drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He won’t remember a word of it and he probably doesn’t mean it. But he possibly does. Hope blossoms in my chest and it feels so much better than the doubt. My heart is still racing, my cheeks from heating up. Thank god he won’t remember.

“Well that’s nice to know,” I say, “you want to know my secret?”

“Yeah!” he says, like an excitable puppy, practically jumping up and down in anticipation. It’s adorable. But I can’t afford to think that.

“You’re my favourite person as well,” I tell him quietly.

“Really?” he makes her, tipping his head to the side.

“Yuh-huh,” I say.

“That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” he muses, “like a kitten.”

I can’t help myself as I let out a giggle. Drunk Jameson is completely random, spouting absolute nonsense but I love it. I love him. But I can’t love him because he’s just a friend. My smile fades slowly and I sigh silently staring up at the stars in the night sky. Maybe in another life, some other universe we’re written in the stars but in this one… no.

“Don’t stop,” Jameson says suddenly.

I stare at him, confusion painted across my features, “Don’t stop what?”

“Smiling,” he replies, “you’re so pretty when you smile…I mean you’re pretty anyway,” he rambled on, “but that smile…” he sighs as he trails off.

“You’re definitely drunk,” I scoff, getting to my feet.

He quickly scrambles up after me, grabbing my arms so I’m staring right at him, “this is the most sober I’ve felt all night.”

“After four bottles?” I chuckle, “yeah right.”

“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are,” he asks suddenly.

“What?” I ask, getting whiplash from the turn of conversation.

“Your eyes…” he murmurs, his finger grazing my jawline.

“Jameson stop this,” I say, pushing him away despite wanting nothing more than his fingers on my skin, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I can’t afford to have my heart broken again. I can’t take it. I won’t let myself fall. I replay those sentences in my head over and over, sounding like a mad woman but not caring for a second because I’m too stubborn to let myself go through the pain again.

“I think I do,” he replies, “I could talk about you for hours.”

I have to keep reminding myself he’s drunk. No matter how hard I want to believe that this is real, I know better than to be fooled. Things like this only happen in fiction, not in the real world. Never lose your heart to a Hawthorne, the words are etched into my brain and yet somehow I’m managing to ignore their overbearing call.

“That’s very sweet but you should probably go home and get some rest,” I say, wishing I didn’t have to take responsibility, wishing I was more reckless and selfish so that I’d just take this as my opportunity. But I’m not like that.

“Come with me,” Jameson shouts, a clear desperation in his voice, despite the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere and didn’t plan to. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

I shake my head, “no Jamie, not today.”

“But I’ll miss you,” he pouts, his hands travelling down my body and stopping at my waist, “and then I’ll get sad.”

I bite back the shiver that is begging to run through me. We’re so close. Butterflies dance around in my stomach, almost as chaotically as Nash when he does his cowboy routine to Taylor Swift. My rational mind is telling me to break free from his grasp but I feel so nice, it feels too natural that I stay.

“You’ll manage,” I tell him quietly.

“I don’t think I will,” he says. I can feel his thumb rubbing circles on the small of my back, “when I’m without you I’m so…” he struggling to find the right word, “down. Nash keeps telling me I should just tell you how I feel but what does he want me to do? Tell you that when you’re not around everything that’s meant to be colourful looks grey or that I spend most of my time thinking about the way your hair curls in the rain or the way I’ve noticed that you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re nervous. Or the dreams I’ve had about you dancing in my arms, your voice calling me yours and the sunset beaches we lay on whole we talk about everything.”

“Jameson…” I whisper, reaching out and touching his cheek tentatively.

“I love you Y/N L/N,” Jameson tells me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“You’ve had a lot to drink,” I reply sharply, shaking myself from his gasp. I’m suddenly cold without his warm hands situated on my waist, but I refuse to shiver.

“No! Listen to me! It’s always been you, I truly think it has been,” he says, so convincingly I almost believe him, “from the day we first met there’s always been something there. I felt it and I know you did too,” his voice, so determined, so passionate, “there was no way you couldn’t have. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you all of this but it’s only taken me this long to express it because I’m too much of a coward to try when I’m sober,” he admits, honesty in his shining green eyes, “but I know what I’m saying, I know what I’m doing and I’m so crazy on this high of love that I don’t think the alcohol is even working anymore.”

“I want to believe you, really Jamie, I do,” I murmur, “you don’t know how badly I want this but…” I trail off, unable to finish what my brain wants me to say, getting distracted by the way he’s looking at me.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks me softly, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips.

“Jameson-“

“Your lips look so beautiful,” he says, “Can I kiss you?”

a/n: find more like this on my TIG Masterlist

[saltlickmp3]

☕how the writers delt with river song

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THEY DID MY GIRL SO DIRTY there are so many. good river song moments. and there are so manythat make me want to tear a strip off steven moffat like every goddamn episode with her they have to make some obnoxious sex joke or some Honey Im Home type shit & i understand this is like. A Moffat Theme & i dont always hate it but goddddd its so reductive like there is so much!!!! that could be done with her character !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is overshadowed by haha what if she was sexy like STOPPPPPPPPPPPP.

like silence in the library was a really good character lead in & i like her!!! as a character !!!! even the overly flirtatiousness unfortunately that would work on me but even aside from that. she is a good character let down but the sheer pull-it-out-of-your-ass writing of her backstory. like?? she could regenerate cos she was conceived in the tardis okay thats really cool much weirder stuff has happened when it comes to tardises & making babies but then WE SeE THIS FOR LIKE. ONE OR TWO EPISODES BEFORE THEYRE LIKE WHOOPS THAT DOESNT WORK ACTUALLY COS SHE'S DEAD UHHH SHE BETTER UHMM IDK SAVE TH E DOCTOR OR SOMETHING WHATEVER> COS HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS TO REVOLVE AROUND HIM. HASHTAG MARRIAGE AMIRITE like even the fact that her entire life was shaped around him isnt a Bad Idea it just feels like no one considered the tragic impies (implications) of this, & simultaneously doing amy so dirty in the process as well like??? she loses baby mels & then discovers she was her (never previously mentioned) childhood friend but then she uhhhh dies & turns into this woman you already know and them????? barely eveer mention it again???? holy shit?????????????????????? amy & river is a freaking horror story but one that the writers seem imcapable of dealing with because sOMEONE is too busy making obnoxious jokes about married life

a lot of thsi is specific to the General Vibes of the eleven era stuff as well which was in general so so weird about women & while its not like twelve or any of teh other doctors are expemt from this eleven is a massive dick to people quite a bit & a lot of this falls on river b/c he is seemingly (iirc i havent seen some of this stuff for a while though it Haunts Me) almost careless? with her? like a sort of 'welllllll she's here now so it was all okay in the end :)' sort of attitude ignoring that she went through A Fuckton Of Stuff before she was even a concious human(mostly??) being

even the husbands of river song is tragically guilty of some of that stuff like. she's seen some wild shit & she should have known it was twelve wayyyyyy way way quicker. like i understand why she didnt for plot reasons but she is in fact very intellegent like. she's allowed to show that. unfortunatley sometimes women cant be smart & have their boobs out at that same time I GUESSSSSSSSS

also the nine & river audios from earlier this year? i really like archipelago i listened to that a couple of times & i thought it was really powerful but AGAIN the writers make river So Fucking Obsessed With Romance like. you'd let it go by that point. nine had literally just proved he's the most aro guy in the universe (good for him) and shes stillllllll flirting at him. which. imo she wouldnt do anymore because, shock horror, she does actually like him as a person & values his company and you would think you would be friends wit hthe guy YOU ARE GONG TO MARRY OR WHATEVER. NOT THAT THEIR MARRIAGE WAS PARTICULARLY ROMANTIC EITHERIM GONNA BE SO REAL. obviously sex is important to her & good for her but yikes. it doesnt need to be mentioned so often.

like its the whole 'inherent tragedy of waiting for a time traveller' stuff which i do eat up every time meeting her in silence of the library & knowong that there is so much more there - VERY COMPELLING !! really good character intro augahagaauuaajaaajahhahahahhhh but nooooo her Entire Fucking Goddman Life has to revolve around being manipulated & The Doctor AS WELL AS !! the completely uncalled for ohhhh im a PSYCHOPATH ( <- unfounded & demonstrably untrue lowkey this is saneism right. thats an ableism there yes? ) thing they alllwaysssss have her say like well!! shes not !! theres 'youre talking about commiting a murder'/'no im not, i'm actually commiting a murder' which i like & is funny & she would say that and then theres teh vauge oooohhhhh im so Freaky & I Have A Gun or whatevr like augsugsaihuahahaouoauauoouauoauoauoauuo

also twelve & river had freaky t4t bi4bi aroallo sex after the end of husbands of river song but no actual dw writer is enlightened enough to see that because they have to flatten her into The Doctors Wife & she would have had a far better dynamic with 12 than with 11 (not that i'm biased) i wish they got more time togetherrrrrrrrrrr also you should listen to the bekdel test (diary of river song audio with missy)

[aldisobey]

🕳️ WIP Wednesday (on Thurs) 🕳️

edit: full release on AO3

Tagged by @heylittleriotact

WELL this one was supposed to be released by now but I have had the absolute delight of needing to write confronting truths to the worst sorts of people. Menace is a way of life. I bring you this. I don’t know what to title it. Weeping Lizards? Sodden Hole? Muddy Salt? Help. I blame @emmg for its creation this is your fault. We’re in Hossberg and Emmrich is crying over a muddy hole that reminds him of Worne (Rook).

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“Now, please, I have to see to Emmrich, shoo. Everyone’s off.” Rook motioned it with a flick of his hands this time; well aware he might have better luck physically urging the ground below to trot on before budging the Qunari. Thankfully Taash needed no further encouragement and long strides were soon taking them past Emmrich. They paused at a shout from behind.

Rook, calling like a concerned parent, “And get something nice for Lace first!” Taash waved back, looked over their shoulder, regretted that once the Warden started mouthing further instructions, what was he saying? “Floooowers.” And he was pointing at himself, and at Emmrich and. Taash rolled their eyes. Took a moment to turn and mouth back an exaggerated but silent, “Nooooo.”

Rook flipped them off, they sent two back. Rook’s eyes went wide, and he pointed a stiff finger at them. Taash groaned and rolled their head full round. Mouthed a “Fiiiiine.” And finally disappeared down the path back to Lavendell.

The Warden quickened his step. Emmrich hadn’t moved in the time it took to send Taash away for errands. The mage remained locked in place, red and wet faced, staring long at a muddy hole.

Rook didn’t question it, did his best to not startle him, that hazel gaze was far, far away. “Emmrich.”The hushed tone was followed by a soft touch. Fingers entered at waist, trailed up the spine until they went up to hold that opposite shoulder steady, gave a firm grip, a gentle pull towards the rogue. The necromancer was trembling, Rook eased into a shape that fit close, that first touch a needle of first stitch, and like thread he pulled them flush together.

Emmrich didn’t startle, seemed to expect him, subtle movements meeting Rook as he settled into the Warden’s hands finding their way to their places. Still, he kept a bit tense, hands tight together in front. White knuckled as he spoke sniffing,

“Rook. Darling, it’s…look, I…” and then Emmrich laughed, piercingly loud, a wincing crack that made Rook flinch to a confused smile. But the noise was manic prelude, and it was swallowed in the sob that drove it free. The mage’s eyes welled, wet trails provided easy paths for fresh tears as flood resumed. He turned his head down and into Rook, lips quivering to recall words. Shine on his face wrenching the rogue’s gut, Rook listened, attentive as possible, but the necromancer’s trembling smile stretched the sounds.

Emmrich’s hands unclenched from each other and dove round Rook in a desperate clinging embrace. The Warden answered with whispered soft ‘shhhh’s’ and diligently caressed the tall man’s back. They held there for long moments, Rook bearing their weight as the quivering necromancer eased into fewer wails and more whimpers.

Blubbering, mumbling, further shuddering chuckles, but eventually, helped by Rook’s firm embrace, calming touch, and steady pace of lungs, the breaths came even enough for thoughts. Emmrich squeaked out, “...it reminded me of you.”

He gestured towards the filthy hole. And then a lizard popped its head out. Mud obscured its sight, some kind of weed stuck to its chin, and its big dumb face was wide, letting nary a thought bother its whim. Emmrich snorted. Then started weeping again.

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[recurring-polynya]

hello! i was wondering what are your thoughts on Ichika wearing a shihakusho at the ripe age of seven? i’ve been thinking about this a lot, wasn’t she supposed to graduate from the shinigami academy? sure her parents are amazing but she couldn’t be that big of a prodigy to not need any kind of education. and again she’s so young… i have so many questions actually

Ichika was born four years after a war that decimated the Gotei-13 to two captain class parents. At the time she was conceived, her mother was acting-captain during a shortage of captain-class officers. Personally, I think Rukia and Renji were strongly encouraged to get on with things sooner rather than later, if you get my drift.

Nooooo, I hear someone wailing. Why would Rukia and Renji have a baby who was born to be a weapon? I dunno. Maybe because they hang out with Byakuya all the time, who was also born and bred to be a weapon. It's for the sake of Soul Society.

As far as wearing the shihakushou, Soul Society loves to let kids wear shihakushou. Akon was in prison at her age!! Ichika trains with Ikkaku, and presumably also her parents and presumably also Byakuya. She's only at some minimal fraction of her eventual potential, but with the power differentials of the Gotei being what they are, I'm sure she's already capable of beating up your average Joe Shinigami. She calls herself "a cadet" which feels like some sort of internship program--I don't think she's a full member of the Gotei yet. I had always assumed that Nanao had something similar going on during her appearance in TBTP, when she shows up for Lisa to read to her, but according to the more recent TYBW episode, I guess she actually joined Squad 8 at the (apparent) age of 9 or whatever. In any case, I suspect that post-TYBW, the Academy is offering accelerated tracks and the Gotei is allowing a lot more internships and work-study type things because there's such a shortage of manpower.

Oh, also, either Ichika's got some weird aging thing going on (and she very well may!), or Kubo doesn't know how kids age, because, as someone who has children, she acts way closer to 9 or 10 than 7 (and yes, there is a big difference), but I don't think that's really the main point here.

[rita-repulsa-ke]

rain check

More Agatha/Rio content, kissing, a discussion of sex. Features my ongoing headcanon that Agatha has violent commitment-phobia and also speaks incredibly anachronistically for whatever time period this is supposed to be in. Something about witches and time, one imagines.

Agatha walked into their shared room at a crummy country inn to find Rio sprawled on the bed, absently spinning her knife. She looked up when she saw Agatha, watched her as she moved around the room, finally said, “Ags.”

“Hmm?” Agatha, who had been sorting any number of vials out of her bag, asked, with a glance at her lover.

“Read my mind.”

Agatha pursed her lips, sauntered over to clamber on the bed, straddling Rio without making contact. She lowered her head until her hair brushed the other woman’s cheeks, then screwed up her face and pretended to concentrate, both of them aware she couldn’t actually touch Rio’s thoughts. She hmmed to herself, shifted her weight to one elbow, toyed with the top button of Rio’s shirt. “You’re thinking you want me to kiss you very slowly and sweetly, and cuddle you while I undress you, take my time holding you, before I—“

Rio’s hand locked tight around her wrist. “Yes. Do that.”

Agatha burst into delighted, obnoxious laughter as she tumbled off, sprawling next to Rio. “I am so good at that!” she said. “Got you going, huh?”

Rio drew in a breath so deep it stirred the air in distant countries, then scrambled atop her lover, tapping her cheek with her knife. “We could do it my way.”

Rio’s way was forceful, rough, demanding, take or be taken, much more to Agatha’s taste except she really preferred to be in control and that was one of the few battles she’d never successfully won. Also, once Rio really got going, she often didn’t stop until Agatha was worn to the bone and had to turn to magic to satisfy her.

Though that was hardly a bad thing.

“Neither,” Agatha said, looking up at Rio, preening her hair in a way she knew the other woman liked. “Sorry, babycakes, rain check? I want to perform a waning moon ritual and this is my last day for it.”

Rio made a low, predatory growl that would have sent sensible people fleeing. It only made Agatha laugh and tug her down to kiss her, an unhurried working, the transmutation of gentle pressure into the feeling of being adored, protected, cared for.

“Liar,” Rio said when she pulled away and Agatha laughed, kissed the tip of her nose.

“Come along and help me, and afterwards, I promise we will go to bed and make the kind of love they write sagas about.”

Rio blinked, then burst into shrill, seemingly unwarranted laughter. By this point, Agatha was used to it, only sighed and petted her until suddenly Rio’s lips were on hers, kissing her like an invasion, her tongue inside Agatha before the other woman even realized her defenses had been breached. She fought back, of course, but she was glad that she couldn’t make sound, because she suspected she would have been making very stupid ones.

When Rio pulled back, leaving her mouth red and bruised, she chased after, aching for more. The other woman rolled off her, came to her feet, then glanced over as Agatha flopped back with a groan. “Change your mind?”

“Nooooo,” Agatha snarled, forcing herself to sitting. “But good effort.”

Rio’s laughter came out in little bursts, like she were expelling something from her body. “I could convince you,” she said between giggles.

Agatha, about to voice a challenge, looked up and met her lover’s eyes, found herself caught by what she saw in them, power and hunger and the potential for an evening spent experiencing any number of little deaths. She pressed her teeth into her lower lip, imagined them as Rio’s teeth—

“How important is this ritual, Ags?” Rio purred, flicking her knife back and forth like a cat flicking its tail prior to pouncing.

“No no no, we are doing this, I am not waiting another cycle,” Agatha said, scrambling out of bed before Rio leapt, knowing that if they made contact again, she was doomed. “Come on, it will only take a few hours. We don’t even have to make it back here, what’s more witchy than being naked in the woods?”

“You complain about the bugs and rocks and sticks—“

Agatha held up a hand to forestall this litany, once Rio started making lists, sometimes she forgot to stop. “I promise I will not complain even if a spider is crawling up my ass. Scout’s honor.”

Rio burst into snorting laughter, but reached out to take Agatha’s hand. “What kind of ritual is it, anyway?”

*****

When they crawled back into the room at pre-dawn hours, caked in guts, even Rio hollow-eyed with exhaustion, Agath stumbled into the bed, and collapsed face-first, too tired to even wash off the remains of that which she’d called up and then had to hastily put down.

A heavy weight crawled onto her back and Rio nuzzled at the back of her neck. “The kind of love they write sagas about,” she murmured.

“You have got to be kidding,” Agatha said. “I’m disgusting, you’re disgusting and I’m not sure I can roll over.” Even speaking felt exhausting.

“You didn’t tell me we were summoning a manticore, Ags.”

“Chimera. It was a chimera.”

Rio shrugged, disinterested.

“I needed a fresh chimera liver. Easiest way is to get it from a fresh chimera.”

“Out of curiosity, what would you have done if I weren’t there?”

“I had things under control,” She ignored the way that made Rio shriek with laughter. “You being there was helpful, though. So thank you.”

“I have a suggestion for thanking me.”

“It’s not happening. I can barely move and I’m too tired to even do the magic thing. I’d lose control and no one wants that, not again.”

Rio lay there for a minute, so long that Agatha started to drift to sleep, when there was a flare of pain along the back of her neck, the sudden heat of her own blood on her skin. She made a mumbled exclamation of surprise and then Rio’s tongue pressed into the wound, dragged along it, lapping up her blood in a way that was—

If the exhaustion had been a little less bone-deep, she might have at least managed to make the kind of love that someone would have written amateur poetry about. But as it was, all she managed was a rumble of intermixed protest and desire.

Rio’s attentions closed the wound she had created and the other woman slowly toppled off her. “Enough for now. When we wake up, though…”

“Yeah, yeah. Baths, then the other thing.”

“Other thing first.”

“Ew. No. The guts don’t do it for me. Wait, they don’t do it for you, right? Please tell me you’re not into that.”

“Night, Agatha.”

“Ugh. I’m dating a freak.”

There was a long beat of silence where they both realized what she’d just said. Agatha began to fake-snore, too loudly, as she felt Rio worm toward her, against her.

“Dating,” the other woman hissed in her ear. “Daaaating.” The giggles were back, interjected between breaths. Fingers tugged at her hair, her clothes, excited, slightly too frantic. Agatha continued to valiantly fake sleep, desperate to avoid having any sort of conversation on this subject. Rio’s tongue licked over her cheek once and then she subsided, giggling to herself, still glued to Agatha’s side.

“Sleep well, love,” Rio said and pretended not to notice the way that made Agatha’s fake snoring stutter for a moment, which was almost kind for her.

Agatha managed the energy to slide a grime-encrusted arm around the other woman and felt something in her chest ease as she sank into true sleep, dreaming pleasant, erotic dreams of Death.

If you enjoyed this, consider reading scars or for something angstier, the present

[theythembehavior]

(first time submitting an ask ever sorry for the length of this thing or if there’s an expectation I didn’t follow! so do feel free to ignore or delete! - on mobile it looks really long - also might be more angsty rather than hurt I’m not sure if I know the difference writing wise)

you say hurt/comfort

I say step 2 for sure or the transition between barely civil qiu and tamarack to friendly or even friends qiu and tamarack - warning that this is not necessarily a healthy dynamic and probably ooc I’ve only played the demo twice, platonic in mind

something along the lines of a mc that really wants to bring back together the cul de sac kids and keeps trying to hang out with qiu and tamarack at the same time with not the greatest results

and over time they get more and more tired of being the glue of the “group” and get to the point where they stop trying with the group and individually with the both of them as well, maybe even self isolate fully

that is what brings together qiu and tamarack again although begrudgingly

I would think tamarack would reach out to qiu first (would depend) and then they both plot to do something (I’m not really sure what) to try to learn how to communicate and mend their relationship between the two of them and then with mc as well

I am ecstatic about this ask. I do not have a writing skills to do justice to exactly how much I love this idea. Don't be afraid to hit an OOC moment. We don't know too much about our lovely characters yet, but we can dream! There are very slight differences in the handful of lines we can get with both of them in the preview.

Also love, don't worry about the length, it feeds into my thoughts more <3

Slight layout for any warning considering friendship problems (Basically possessive and jealous behavior between Qiu and Tamarack, arguing)

Note: For the sole reason of updating, this is only one part of this ask. I'll do the other part when I'm feeling it and have the time!

It sucked, pretty badly.

They couldn't even hold an conversation together. Getting them in the same room was difficult if it wasn't in your house. It was like having divorced parents with split custody, if both of your parents were sending you back and forth every hour. You could swear that it became a competition to who could find you first for lunch. And ever since Tamarack had to switch lunch period, she acts defeated around Qiu.

It was almost sickening, this game a push and pull of theirs. You didn't want this jealousy in the cul-de-sac kids, they were supposed to be friends. There was no winner or loser for your attention, you were both of their friend, and they should be friends too.

One star moment was when you went to one of Tamarack's band practices, and Qiu insisted on coming as well. You thought that you and Qiu would just watch and enjoy the band play all sorts of songs for an oncoming assembly, but nooooo. Qiu spent the entire time trying to distracte you. Leaning on you, poking you, trying to get your eyes on them. And it couldn't be that they just love attention, you would notice, they don't act like that around Ren. At most they would lean on you but nothing else, it's only with Tamarack.

Not to say Tamarack's in the clear either. It's the same thing at Qiu's ballet practices. She's not as persistent, at some point she just draws on your arm, not that you really mind too much.

This consistent unspoken dispute the two was exhausting, you don't remember the last time you had to put so much effort into a mutual friendship. Perhaps it was unfair of you to try and force them to be friends, that's what your mom said. You couldn't say you disagreed but it didn't change the fact it was taking a toll on your mental health.

It was obvious to everyone that distance had built since your burn out, even Qui and Tamarack tried talking to you about it, only to be dismissed. It wasn't your fault! You have better things to do than be an object of their seemingly never-ending game of tug-of-war. Ren was merciful enough to spare you the questions.

It actually allowed you the chance to focus on other relations with teachers, peers, other friends, even your mother. While you did miss both Qui and Tamarack, they were currently both just.... you couldn't now with them.

But not being able to became simply ignoring them. Perhaps you were in the wrong, maybe you shouldn't have pushed too hard. It wasn't your life but you hated being a subject in which they fought over. If they didn't want to be friends, then they didn't have to be. You would've let it go if they simply told you that, but they chose to fight.

Of course, you always thought about apologizing, but how sincere would it be if you felt like you didn't do anything wrong?

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Theory about BJBJBJ

When it comes to the prospect of BJBJBJ, I've seen fans mention five things:

Lydia should realize her feelings for Beetlejuice.

Lydia and Beetlejuice should become a kick-ass team against something big.

More Delores, she was under utilized. (Even if that means some Delores/Rory.)

The third wedding has to be different than the previous two.

Beetlejuice can't be enthusiastic about the prospect of marriage this time.

Which all make sense. Rule of three, more bad ass character developments, fool me three times, etc.

But what if you combined them?

Here's what I'm thinking:

At some point, some how, Lydia confesses that she's had a devastating crush on Beetlejuice this entire time and has been too terrified to mention it. Either because she didn't want to disappoint the Maitlands, or Chuck and Delia, or just basic self preservation and the hopes that he'd go away. But something has happened recently and now she's got to admit it to someone. And how much it has screwed up her mental health for not admitting it and facing it.

The someone she talks to (Astrid? Delia? Jane?) mentions that she needs to talk to Beetlejuice about this in order to get on with her life.

Lydia agrees. Then she doesn't.

Delores shows up and now she has a way to drastically hurt/kill Beetlejuice. (Possibly with Rory's help.) Her first attempt to do so is unsuccessful, but it shows that the Ghost With The Most is on a ticking clock, unless someone comes up with a solution. He mentions this to Lydia and asks for her help.

She says, sure, let's get married.

He says it's not going to work this time.

Whatever Delores did, it closed a part of the original marriage loophole for Beetlejuice. Sure, there are other ways for breathers to bring the deceased back to the world of the living via marriage. But those require both the living party and the dead one to be desperately in love with each other, and BJ admits that Lydia's lukewarm feelings means he doesn't qualify for that.

Lydia, like a liar, agrees.

So they agree to team up together to save Beetlejuice's life. Lots of shenanigans in the world of the living while Beetlejuice hides in the world of the dead to ensure Keaton's No More Than 17 minutes rule.

Eventually the plot corners them into a situation where the only option is to get married. Lydia is in a black dress (important!), Astrid and possibly Delia are with them, and all is lost. But there is some sort of church or justice of the peace nearby and, with everyone but Beetlejuice aware of Lydia's feelings, they go for a Hail Mary play.

Beetlejuice fights them the entire time. The bylaws of the underworld state that it would kill Lydia, him, or both of them to attempt a loveless marriage right now. But he knows they're running out of options, perma-death is inevitable for all of them, and the romantic in him would like to die marrying the woman he loves.

So Lydia more or less drags a "We can't! Not that I don't I want to. We'll die! Ooo, nice wedding rings, babes. Nooooo!" Beetlejuice to the altar.

Bonus points if Lydia says something like "C'mon, c'mon..." or "Let's keep it rolling, rev!" during the ceremony to mirror what Beetlejuice said during the first movie.

The terrified officiant reluctantly, barely, marries them.

They kiss to seal the union. Something otherworldly, lovely, romantic happens during the kiss, proving it worked.

Then Beetlejuice and Lydia suddenly and dramatically get dragged back into the world of the dead.

Lydia's black dress turns red the second she's in the underworld.

And anything she wears immediately turns red every time she re-enters the underworld moving forward.

Why?

It mirrors the poncho dress Lydia wore in the cartoon when she visited the underworld.

It implies that BJ thought that he could engineer true love by finding someone who was a good match on paper, dressing them like someone who loved him, and hoping for the best. (Which is why alllll of his past weddings failed.)

It implies that the most important part about loving and building a life with someone is giving them the option to choose you then letting them make that choice of their own free will. And that true love doesn't happen unless you do that.

It gives the audience a new red wedding dress without there being another red wedding.

When she's in the world of the dead, Lydia is better off wed.

Wolf or another dead denizen explains that their marriage has given them the extra juice they needed to take on Delores in a Boss Fight. It also allows the two of them to travel freely between the world of the living and the dead without repercussions. (With a few extra bells and whistles so we can get a bunch of cool action sequences with practical effects.)

As they're given their marching orders for the movie's climax, BJ is just... stunned.

"Wait. You actually like me? How long have you liked me?"

BJ eventually focuses on the task at hand, but as they fight for their lives, every so often Lydia looks over and sees him grinning like an idiot and doing this: