#Mel and Don Fic

[bo-loved]

remember the Don and Mel fic I talked about?

yeah so it might be happening, actually the prologue/first chapter is almost done actually so that’s cool

I’ve been slowly chipping away at it but once I get it beta read and finally finished I’ll post it for the world to enjoy

And y’know what.. how about a preview? BOOM!

[prythianpages]

Strange Love | Azriel

Azriel x Green Witch | Summary: In which your daughter, Alora, nearly sends Azriel into a mini crisis when she tells you she has a boyfriend.

warnings: fluff, Az stressing out over his baby girl

word count: 2,700

a/n: This can be read as a stand alone Dad Az fic! Here we have another fic inspired by a Bob's Burgers episode lol. I also wanted to show more of older Mel since we only got a glimpse of her so far.

The house is peaceful and quiet, save for the comforting rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock. A glance at it and Azriel knows the quiet won’t last much longer. Or the peace.

He leans back into the armchair, savoring the warmth of the steaming cup of tea in his hands—a special brew you created just for him many years ago. "A one-of-a-kind brew for a one-of-a-kind male," you had said. You sit beside him on the love seat, legs criss-crossed, with a spell book hovering in front of you, green magic surrounding you. Though it doesn’t look like it, the spells in your ancient book are endless, and judging by the darkened look in your eyes, he senses you must be reading about a new one.

His attention is once more drawn away from the book in his hands as his eyes land on the portrait that hangs over the grand fireplace. It is a family portrait you had commissioned from Feyre years ago. His lips tug up into a fond smile as he remembers the day you all gathered to pose for Feyre. It was hectic and chaotic and full of promises to your daughters to get them to stay still long enough for Feyre to complete her sketch.

It was all worth it, even if it resulted in you giving in to Mel's request and brewing a laughing potion. That she then slipped into Cassian's twins's drinks during your weekly dinners, driving everyone insane...

 You sat on a shorter stool than Azriel, perfectly situated between his legs. His gaze lingers on you, admiring the way Feyre captured your beauty. Your familiar, Binx, was on your lap while your pet spider, Pearl, rested on one of your shoulders. 

Unfortunately, Pearl passed shortly after the portrait was completed. You preserved her web with your own magic, allowing it to stand magnificently in the corner of your living room. Melaina, your firstborn, crocheted a replica of Pearl that now rests in that web, a touching tribute to the beloved spider that had spent so many years with you. Pearl herself was laid to rest in the forest, a serene place you visit often.

A young Melaina stood on his right, holding her pet scorpion as if it were a mere pup—the only reason she smiled for the portrait. Now a teenager, it’s a miracle if she smiles that brightly, preferring to don a cool mask instead. She’s just like her father in many ways.

Alora, your second born, had just turned three at the time. She was happy to clutch onto her father’s left arm, leaning into him, with the widest of toothy grins. Both of his wings were curled protectively around his favorite girls, a genuine smile of his own gracing his face.

It is a beautiful portrait, one that captures the magic and love in his little family well.

Azriel’s shadows begin to sing excitedly, the black cat curled up by his feet, lifting its head toward the door.

The door slams open, like it does every weekday at this hour. Mel walks in first, giving both him and you a nod in greeting. There’s a spark of mischief in those hazel eyes of hers but before either of you could question it, her shadows are wrapping around her and hiding her away from view as she runs to her room, still not having mastered winnowing. 

Teenagers.

Lor walks in next, hazel eyes bright and full of dreams. She’s mumbling and giggling to herself, making Azriel’s ears and shadows perk, straining to discern her words. She looks at Azriel first, then at you. “Mommy, Daddy,” she says in greeting, closing the door softly behind her and resting against it. She lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m in love.”

And there it was. That destruction of peace and quiet.

Azriel spits out his tea, choking on the curse he wanted to say but thought better against. His shadows are quick to run down his back in a soothing manner and you shoot him a look. The spellbook lands gently onto your coffee table, your full attention now on your daughter.

“That’s lovely, my pretty.” You tell her. “Who’s the lucky soul?”

“Lovely?” Azriel sputters, a small glare settling onto his features. He reluctantly accepted losing Mel to teenagehood, but Lor? Lor was eleven. She still had a year or two left. The mere thought of losing her too made his wings shudder.

“She’s just a girl!”

“She’s just a girl,” you repeat, tilting your head at him in further warning, that if Azriel wasn’t so worked up, he’d laugh at.

“I think he’s my boyfriend now. I invited him over for dinner!”

“Splendid!”

“No,” Azriel shakes his head. “Uninvite him.”

“Az, my love—“

The look he sends you has your words cutting off. You bring your hand to your mouth, covering up your grin, no doubt. There’s pure amusement dancing in your eyes. This moment was no different than the time Mel had her first crush.

Lor, oblivious or choosing to be oblivious to her father’s burning stare, runs to you with a squeal. She curls into your side and you smile fondly at her.  “I’ll make your favorite tonight, my pretty,” you say, running a hand through her long hair. “Tell me all about him.”

And though Lor’s favorite was his favorite, Azriel was suddenly dreading dinner.

He lets out a huff, standing from his seat. His shadows swarmed around him, mirroring his inner turmoil. He shoots you one last look– a look of utter betrayal–before leaving the room, unable to sit there and listen to his daughter talk about how someone else was vying for his little girl’s attention. 

Yet, a single shadow lingered in the living room...

**

Azriel knew this day would come, but that day was not going to be today.

It was similar to the way he felt when Mel first brought a boy home for dinner. But also different. Mel was strong-minded and had a well guarded heart. She had also been a couple of years older. Lor was naive and wore her heart on her sleeve. It was merely a week ago that she had come home crying from school because her classmate looked at her a certain way.

Love, crushes, heartbreak—they were all parts of growing up. Something you reminded Azriel as he helped you with dinner. He knew he had to let her experience them but boyfriends? Not now.

Lor was still too young. If it were up to him, there’d be a strict no boyfriend policy until both his daughters were in their second century.

Tonight, he would meet this boy, this intruder into his daughter's heart. He would be civil, for Lor's sake. Or at least try. He’d be watching the boy's every move, ready to step in at the slightest sign of trouble.

Azriel’s thoughts swirled as he chopped vegetables, his hands moving automatically while his mind wrestled with the reality of the situation. The protective father in him balked at the idea of her being hurt, her innocent heart broken by some boy who couldn’t possibly appreciate her.

A kiss on his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts, the knife in his hand coming to a stop. “You’re sulking, my love,” you said with slight humor in your tone, setting the knife down for him. You cupped his face in your hands, thumbs smoothing out the furrows of his brows. “Don’t worry, Az. She’s only eleven. I doubt this crush is anything serious.”

“But–”

“And if it is, we’ll simply have a talk with her.” You add as an afterthought, reassuring him that you were on his side.

“I love you, you know.”

You grin at him. “Well, that’s a relief. We have been mates for many years.”

**

Azriel watches with a slight frown as Lor literally buzzes with excitement, peeking through the windows of the dining room that face the street. Binx is seated on the window sill, his tail moving and reflecting his curiosity. You take the seat beside Azriel, saving the one beside Lor for your much-anticipated guest.

Mel is crouched on the floor, sprinkling a couple of crickets to feed her pet scorpion, Sprinkles. Her shadows still, wings tensing for a brief moment. She lifts her head, turning toward Lor. “He’s here,” she announces before excusing herself to wash her hands in the kitchen.

Azriel’s own shadows slither toward the door, following after Lor. He hadn’t heard the knock Mel did but he’s shifting in his seat nonetheless. Despite today being his day off, he chose to wear his fighting leathers for dinner, wanting to look every bit the menacing Spymaster he could be.

All seven of his cobalt siphons gleam proudly.

But then Lor walks into the dining room. Alone.

“Dad, Mom,” Azriel’s lips purse at the change of title, not liking the two letter drop from either of yours. She points to her side. “This is Jace.”

Azriel blinks. Once. Twice. His shadows flutter toward the spot Lor is gesturing at only to return to him with nothing. He looks at you. But you’re just as dumbfounded.

“Oh!” Lor giggles, eyes widening in realization. “I forgot to mention he’s a ghost.”

Even more confusion clouds Azriel’s features but that confusion slowly morphs into relief. He lets out a long breath—a chuckle almost. You place your hand onto his thigh, squeezing it in warning. “Just roll with it,” you murmur quietly to him, not wanting to upset Lor. The smile that forms on your face next is strained.

“Hi Jace. Have a seat please.”

Azriel says nothing, gaze narrowing at Lor. 'Jace' might be imaginary but it did little to ease his protective instincts. It was now the idea of his youngest daughter having a boyfriend that didn’t sit well with him. He has no intentions on being friendly to Jace, especially when Lor pulls back his seat for Jace to sit at.

The tension at the dining table was palpable. You were grateful when Mel returned, her presence breaking the uncomfortable silence.

But not in the way you hoped it would.

“Oh hey, Jace.” She greets casually, turning her toward his direction. There’s a gleam in her eye, as if she’s taking in the presence beside her younger sister.  “Nice shirt.”

Azriel feels another squeeze on his thigh but it’s different this time and followed by an awkward clearing throat sound from you. It had him tensing underneath your touch.

Azriel’s shadows could pick up on things others couldn’t but Mel? Mel could not only do the same with her shadows but she could also see things others couldn’t. Her first friend had been a ghost–the ghost of Rhysand’s little sister.

And now, it seemed that Lor’s first boyfriend was a ghost.

**

"That's it. She's breaking up with him now," Azriel murmured, shaking his head with a resolute finality.

The two of you had excused yourselves to the kitchen shortly after finishing dinner. A dinner that barely lasted half an hour, yet felt like an eternity with Azriel burning a hole into the chair beside Lor’s with his piercing gaze. She giggled at whatever Jace supposedly said and did most of the talking for him, with Mel chiming in occasionally.

 Azriel’s only comfort at the moment was that Mel remained in the dining room with Lor and Jace, knowing that if the ghost tried anything, Mel would happily take care of it. He looks at you, ready for you to disagree or offer a different solution. But you merely shake your head in agreement.

“Okay,” you breathe. “I’ll have Mel help me with a séance.”

“And I’ll talk to Lor.”

The plan was set then, the two of you walking back into the dining room. A stoic expression on Azriel’s face but a coy one on yours. 

Azriel clears his throat and you give his hand a squeeze in encouragement. “Lor, can we talk?”

“But–”

“Don’t worry, sweets. Mel and I will keep Jace company.”

Lor’s hazel eyes flickered between you and Azriel. She gave a soft sigh of defeat, mumbling something to Jace as she reluctantly followed Azriel into his study a couple of doors away. You waited until they were both out of view before turning your attention to Jace.

The chair he sat in slid backwards under your scrutiny.

Something hadn’t felt right about this entire situation. You didn’t have the same gift as Mel, but years of experience had left you with keen intuition and the ability to pick up on energies. When Mel started seeing Rhysand’s little sister, you had sensed that child-like energy.

But tonight, you felt nothing of the sort.

Your eyes landed on Mel, who remained seated at the dining table. Sprinkles was on her lap, and she ran a finger down the scorpion’s spine as she looked back at you. You raised an eyebrow at her and she did the same.

When you gave her that same scrutinizing gaze you had given the so called ghost, Mel caved in.

It was then that you saw it–a single shadow revealing itself as it crept up the arm of the chair Jace was ‘sitting’ in. It tugged the chair backwards again. The corner of Mel’s lips lifted into the faintest of smirks, a small chuckle slipping from her throat.

“You made up Jace, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” Mel replies with a shrug of her shoulders. “Maybe, I like messing with dad. Maybe, I like messing with Lor…though, Jace did make Lor the coolest girl in school today…”

**

Meanwhile, Azriel led Lor into his study, his demeanor more composed than he felt. As his shadows closed the behind them, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to find the right words...

“Daddy,” Lor began hesitantly, her voice soft but curious, “how did you know you were in love with Mommy?”

Azriel was taken aback by the question, his chest tightening at the return of his usual title. He hadn’t expected such a direct inquiry, but he welcomed it. He took a deep breath, his mind drifting back to the early days with you.

By the Mother, he had been such a fool in the beginning and he probably wasn’t the best at this. Something he would tell Lor once she was older–the same way he had told Mel when she had come to him for advice on similar matters.

“Well, it wasn’t something that happened overnight. I knew your mother was someone special to me the moment I met her. But it wasn’t until I got to know her better that I fell in love. It grew from the little moments we shared and the way she understood me.”

Lor tilted her head, absorbing his words. “She told me once that you were so brave you took an arrow for her.”

Azriel chuckled, surprised that you had shared that story. He wondered how much of your story you had told her already. “I did. I’d take many more for her.”

“Wow,” Lor whispered, her hazel eyes widening with the kind of wonder and admiration he adored seeing on her.

“I’d do the same for you too.” Azriel continued, shadows sweeping over her fondly. She giggled, squirming in her seat. “I’d do anything for my girls because I love you all."

"You see, love is a deep emotion. It’s difficult to explain as everyone can experience it differently. Sometimes, it can be overwhelming and complicated. But what I can tell you is that love is not just about excitement or attraction. It’s about truly caring for someone.”

Lor listened intently and Azriel could see her processing his words, the wheels turning as she considered her own feelings. After a moment of silence, she let out a sigh. “I don’t think I’m in love then. I mean, I like Jace, but I think I like him as a friend more.”

A wave of relief washed over Azriel and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “You’re still growing and learning about yourself. Love will come in time, but for now, you’re too young to have a boyfriend.”

Lor nods in understanding, surprising Azriel with just how easy this conversation had been. She sunk back into the velvet armchair, a hint of concern still etched onto her face. “But I’ll find love someday, right? Like you did with mommy?”

“Someday,” Azriel smiled at Lor, reaching out to ruffle the top of her hair. “Maybe when you’re two-hundred and fifty.”

Lor gasped incredulously. “Two hundred and fifty??”

“Hey, consider yourself lucky. I was five-hundred and thirty nine when I started dating your mother.”

Lor’s jaw dropped in astonishment. A shadow gently nudged it closed. She blinked up at him, her eyes still wide.

“Jiminy crickets, you’re old!”

Azriel’s smile dropped quicker than a potion bubbling over.

a/n: I could not for the live of me come up with a better simile for that ending lol so sorry it's kind of lame. I hope I was able to convey Azriel's inner turmoil well and that you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed the idea of it.

Mel is 6 years older than Lor. I honestly don't know how aging works for fae, like what's considered age appropriate but considering Az was messing around and underwent the bloodrite in his 20s, 17 is an okay age for Mel to have, had a boyfriend? Even if Az hated that too.

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General tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho

@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe

@loving-and-dreaming @azriels-human, @mrsjna

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - OC Namedrops & Mentions + Contest

As we get further into the fic, there'll be lots of 'slots' opening up for different characters in Zaun, as part of Silco's network and beyond! I'd be delighted to drop a few of y'all's OC's in there, because FnF is a shared soup, and we all contribute ingredients to keep it tasty<3

Slots are open for:

An OC (preferably a sumpsnipe with a tragic backstory) who's been taken in by Silco to manage his kitchens, but ofc has other 'under the table talents.' Silco likes them a lot, i.e. they are smart and can keep their mouth shut. Scarring on arms or a prosthesis is a plus!

A veterinarian who patches up strays. Adorableness is a plus!

A survivor from Bloody Sunday (formerly a member of Silco's and Vander's lookout squad. Might end up with disfigurements and don a mask later on?)

Three (3) OC's, mentioned one by one in an 'interview,' as narrated by a Piltovan reporter. Can be Zaunite-born or recent immigrants, with a brief blurb on how a free Undercity changed their lives (for better or worse).

A sumpsnipe teenager (distinct appearance is a plus!) who is basically like "Fuck Piltover and fuck the Police," during a street performance.

A shopgirl working at Skylight Commercia (distinct features/tattoos/markings are a plus! Will gossip about Jinx and the Eye of Zaun, and spill tea on Mel's outfit.)

A confectioner at Skylight Commercia, who sells choco-dipped cherries that Jinx likes (and sells shadier stuff too).

A teenage girl Jinx smooches (with maybe a peek of tongue!), who is part of her growing fanclub and helps her hunt down magic-related stuffs as part of a sumpsnipe gang.

I'm thinking of doing a little contest type thing? Like a fanart or fanfic piece in exchange for an OC namedrop at the appropriate chapter!

Let me know if y'all would be interested<3

[melonlthawne]

Oooh, how would meloni raising Thad change things? Bc I’d imagine it’d change a lot lol

HI. sorry this took a bit. im notoriously terrible at answering asks or like anything at a practical pace so i had to get my brain into the mood to answer. but thanks for sending i really appreciate it!

so yes the short answer is that A LOT changes. i think the main aspect here is that thad is actually raised as a wanted, loved child with his own thoughts and feelings that matter versus president's thawnes upbringing of him only being useful when he can be used as a tool to terminate bart or hurt the flashfam. though meloni definitely wasn't expecting another child in this au, she welcomes thad in with open arms knowing that if he's raised by eobard, thad won't be loved and she would never want that if she could help it. so the best option she has is to take him home and raise him herself.

she's not the best parent ever. no one is. but if there's one thing meloni can ensure she does is make sure thad knows hes loved and appreciated no matter what his origin is. when thad is older she probably explains the complex situation to him so that he doesn't have to find out in some other way that could be traumatic.

assuming things go to plan, mel would encourage thad in any way she could much like how she does with bart canonically in the very little time they have together. in this au/verse, bart's rapid aging either doesn't exist or is solved when hes still a baby which makes things a bit more normal though i imagine raising any speedster child can be a nightmare at times.

i'm sure some traits that thad has typically still show up, like him being very dedicated to whatever his tasks/responsibilities are, maybe being a little unintentionally rude or blunt, and he and bart would probably still bicker and fight a lot but not physically or to an extreme degree. just like typical sibling junk. but because from the moment they got him thad isn't "trained" to be evil or whatever he probably just ends up in a sort of chaotic good position or maybe even chaotic neutral but NOT evil. he still has the potential to be bad just like we all do but it would only end that way if he has some other influence outside of mel bart & don that is frequent and persistant enough to outshine mel's well intentioned upbringing.

he'd probably still end up as a hero. idk if he'd still be inertia maybe cause its just a cool ass name but maybe with a different suit that isn't inverted-color impulse since he has his own life now and has different interests and thoughts outside of his genetical coding being identical to bart. he's allowed to become his own person no matter what his dna says. he's not constrained to JUST be the better or inferior bart/bart-clone. and meloni and don would make sure thad always knows he is his own person and he's not just an extension of bart. they may be brothers but they are not the same person.

i could probably ramble even more on this and i will probably. i have that fic i plan on touching after like a year and a half of nothing. i have a surgery coming up and a buttload of time to recover so i might get some writing done soon. if you're interested in this stuff, keep an eye out! plan to get more art and writing in this verse asap : )

[the-ravening]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @zsparz and @six-demon-bag for tagging me! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3? Only 12, because I am a baby writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 86k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Winterbaron, or more accurately, Zemo/everyone

4. Top five fics by kudos: Let's do a top 3, since top 5 would just be like half my fics.

Something Sweet to Eat (142 kudos) Extremely underage Halloween fic, bunny boy Zemo shows up trick or treating at Bucky's house Adopt, Don’t Shop (123 kudos) Omegaverse, bratty teen Zemo is for sale at an Omega kennel and Alpha Bucky goes shopping Gift-Wrapped (113 kudos) This was the first fic I ever posted (just a few years ago) and I'm still pretty proud of it. Just a silly Winterbaron rimming PWP, but it's hot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, I always mean to, but I think I'm a bit behind right now. I know there are some amazing comments on Home to Me from last year that I still haven't replied to and I feel bad about it all the time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Under Lock and Key (what a mess we’ve made), the Heinrich/Helmut Zemo dadcest fic I wrote for @ex0rin where I followed her hurt/no comfort philosophy of leaving him on the floor crying.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't know if I really do happy endings? I have PWPs where the happy ending is they both come, if that counts. 😅 Let's say... Ink Kissed (with violent precision) where tattoo artist Bucky gives his client Zemo a dick tattoo, and Zemo ends up quite happy with the tattoo as well as the rest of the service.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only gotten one or two of the world's mildest hate comments. I guess my ships are sufficiently niche that no one cares about them.

9. Do you write smut? Yeah! Do I write anything other than smut? No.

10. Craziest crossover: I've only written one crossover, A Suitable Course of Treatment, Bucky Barnes/Laszlo Kreizler from The Alienist, which isn't crazy at all because as we all know, Laszlo has Zemo's face. (If it counts, I once started a Dir en grey x Sailormoon fic where the band members magically turned into Sailor Scouts, but I did not ever get far on it.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, the aforementioned Adopt, Don’t Shop was co-written with @violenciorp and @tales-from-a-maphia-don, because Vio lovingly bullied us into it, despite me and Mel ostensibly not being into Omegaverse.

14. All time favorite ship? I've jumped ship a lot over the years, but it's gotta be Winterbaron, since this is the ship that finally got me writing and posting and getting really involved in a fandom.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The first serious attempt I made at writing in this fandom was this teen Zemo necrophilia thing, and I wrote the necro part but none of the plotty stuff leading up to it. I still dream of finishing it, in an abstract way where I have no motivation to ever work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at rhythm and flow and making my prose sound musical? That's something I focus a lot on and I tend to read aloud while editing to make sure it sounds good to my ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably plot and dialogue, and figuring out how to include technical details of things I know nothing about. But most of all procrastination, my arch-nemesis.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally avoid it, because I find it annoying to have to look up the translations in the middle of reading. I prefer to just say they're speaking in whatever language but write the dialogue in English.

19. First fandom you wrote in? J-rock RPF in the early 2000s, but I mostly just did a bit of RP and never got far with any fics I started.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Sometimes it feels like every new thing I post is my new favourite, haha. But I thiiiink my fave has been Something Sweet to Eat since I wrote it (the Halloween fic mentioned earlier), because it's probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written to date. I am truly the main audience for that fic and I'm very happy with it.

No pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @evenmyhivemindisempty, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

[monstermaster13]

Corey and Oats in:

‘The Lost Episode of Corey and Oats Adventures’

Warning: The following is a creepypasta parody adventure and not to be taken seriously, it is not to everyone’s tastes and also makes fun of people who find transformation and real person fics to be grotesque or weird or creepy, please don’t read if are one of those types of people.

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We all know that lost episode creepypastas are made up stories people make online to scare people and we are not supposed to take them seriously some people are scared of them and think they’re real, Corey and Oats weren’t such people as they knew it was made up…one afternoon while at Nile Road, Oats couldn’t stop thinking of a dream that Mel had about an ominous narrator similar to DavetheUseless talking about a creepypasta that was somehow about her, she didn’t know why someone would do it or who wrote it but…it kept her up all night, and she was up all night thinking about it.

Oats asked Mel..’Mommy, why would someone write a Creepypasta about you?’ ‘I don’t know, I didn’t think there were any about us.’ ‘Let’s find out shall we.’ ‘I don’t know….’ Oats responded nervously, blushing as he examined himself. ‘Why not?’ ‘It could be scary.’

Corey comforted his equine friend and told him that it would be okay as he went into the bedroom and pulled out a magic item from the bedbox along with his torch which he gave a second torch to Oats, he told him that even if the ‘narrator’ came after them he’d protect him and the duo along with Mel used the item and the torch to go through one of the walls of their bedroom to go into a strange grimdark-esque city.

When they arrived in this particular city they felt kind of small as they walked past the massive buildings which all looked broken down, Mel listened as she heard the ominous narrator talking about a lost episode Creepypasta, the Creepypasta he was describing a ‘Lost Episode’ of the short-lived Dan Aykroyd sitcom Soul Man.

The creepypasta played out as most lost episodes often did with the narrator describing the episode, the ‘episode’ started out with Mike Webber played by Dan Aykroyd, and the narrator described that the episode was very ‘dark’ and how Mike looked disheveled and pale, and the episode showed Mike coughing in the bathroom only to see himself in the mirror - his reflection was one that gave him sharp vampiric looking teeth and glowing eyes like some kind of demon. ‘Mommy, is this usually what happened in that sitcom?’ ‘Uh no…Eukie has seen this show and she knows that he never got turned into a demon in any of the episodes.’

The ‘episode’ then showed Mike hissing and baring his fangs at the younger priest (played by Anthony Clarke), biting him on the neck as highly realistic blood dripped from the younger priest’s neck. Corey thought this was highly suspicious, he had seen this show and he KNEW there wasn’t a vampire episode either, he felt worried as the two vamped up priests began to go on a bloodlust frenzy.

“You know what, knowing this narrator I bet this was planned.”

“You really think so, pal?”

‘Why yes…the 1997 sitcom Soul Man never had episodes like this, not even on halloween.’ ‘Absolutely. This is no doubt the work of a creepypasta narrator.’

The narrator then brought up some elements they just knew he’d bring up such as skeletons…but not as frequent as the other times as he used that element, and ominous messages. One message was one telling them not to carry on for the story gets more gruesome.

Corey and Oats investigated as they looked around but Oats looked horrified when he saw a warped and distorted version of himself and his friend in the reflection of one of the windows, Oats’s distorted form was him in a torn dress with makeup running down his eyes as he was crying - with black feathery wings sticking out of his back, while Corey’s own distorted form looked like he had been possessed by a demon from another realm. ‘Mommy, I see what we would like if this narrator got to us.’ ‘Don’t worry, you can do it, be brave.’

Just then they saw a version of Mel in the reflection who had a ragged appearance, looking like an evil anthro dropbear which terrified Oatsie…’Mommy, I saw you, it’s not pretty’, Oats cried, sobbing as he looked up at her.

“Mommy, why do you look like that?”

“It’s a trick, the narrator is doing this to us.”

The duo saw a version of Nathan who was holding his hands over his eyes and crying…’What’s wrong?’ ‘The voice said I needed professional help and that i’m a freak.’ ‘You? A freak?’ ‘Yeah, the mocking voice said normal fans don’t act like me and that i’m not normal…what do they know, nothing.’ ‘Exactly, you’re not like normal people, we know that and that’s why you are special, you are such a good friend to us all.’

Nathan brightened up and he explained the reason he was there, he explained that he was suckered into discovering the Lost episode of Soul Man only for a spectral version of Dan Aykroyd to speak to him begging him to ‘release him’ from the episode. ‘So that’s why you’re here?’ ‘Yes, that narrator brought me into his realm and I am cursed to be here. I heard Dan’s voice calling me from the screen telling me to release him.’ ‘You released him?’ ‘That’s exactly what I did, little did I know, he was going to use his powers to influence me.’

“Did it harm your Were-Aykroyd powers in any way?”

“Sort of…yes.”

‘Can you still use them?’ ‘Oh absolutely but the thing is…my Were-Aykroyd powers act up here.’ He responded as he could sense something was wrong, and that’s when his eyes gave off a supernatural glow. ‘I remember the recurring nightmare.’ ‘Recurring nightmare?’

“Oh yes..”

The sequence Nathan mentioned showed him but with sharp teeth and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue and very much were reminiscent of the ending of the Thriller video. He panicked and then saw his hands trembling as he saw brown hairs growing on them while they broadened and his arms following suit, he tried to hide them behind his back. ‘Aaw crap, Dan…do you have to do this now?’ ‘Sorry, you know how I get. Being your were-aykroyd alter-ego and having to wait until it gets dark is a pain.’

Nathan sighed and then groaned as his chest and torso broadened, his skin maturing as he saw brown hairs growing on his chest and on his stomach…his stomach gurgled as this was happening…’Ick, I always get that feeling in my stomach when this happens.’

“Does turning into Dan hurt?”

“The first time I turned into a Were-Aykroyd it certainly did hurt…”

‘But not anymore, right?’ ‘It did, but then I got used to it.’ He sighed as his back broadened as did his shoulders, his stomach gained a bit of weight to it and he examined his clothing which miraculously didn’t rip. He blushed as he felt his rear plumping up….’Yeah, this form is definitely sexy all right. I know this reads like porn but I don’t care, if Dan didn’t want to be a sex symbol he wouldn’t have played such adorkable characters.’

The covid microbe and his equine buddy both knew this was a recurring thing, they knew of the Were-Aykroyd as Nathan’s alter-ego and that he had a psychic connection with him. Corey knew of Dan’s powers, as Nathan bulked up in height to 6’1 and his feet enlarged, two of the toes on both toes sticking at the knuckle, giving him webbed toes as he looked over at the duo.

Nathan always did have a soft spot for his Were-Aykroyd alter-ego, yes…he was a bit of a tease and he did make things difficult at times but he meant well…he explained this to them as his neckline altered and his hair darkened a bit while his brow altered and his eyebrows thickened, his hair lengthened as well. He examined his face as his nose broadened and his features took on a more Aykroydian appearance, his voice also changing to fit as well. ‘Whew…that was intense, I gotta say…even in nightmare sequences it’s intense and wild to even think about morphing here.’

The duo and Mel along with Nathan in his Were-Aykroyd form navigated through the grimdark city, dealing with all sorts of creepypasta inspired demons and monsters, and they solved a series of puzzles and eventually made it to where the ominous narrator was. The ominous director watched as they did so, attempting to send his minions after the duo but Corey fought them off. ‘The important thing to remember about creepypastas is that they aren’t real.’ ‘Right.’

Of course the ominous unnamed narrator of this world attempted to corrupt the duo, describing their actions as if they were in a creepypasta of their own but Corey knew they were just stories and weren’t real. ‘Narrator, your work may provide chills for your audience but it doesn’t work here. These stories you speak, aren’t scary for us, they get more and more ridiculous with each episode’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘All of your stories are the same.’

Corey and Oats used some supernatural abilities to fight off the narrator’s minions and let open some light which cleared the darkness from all around, turning some of the corrupted characters back to normal.

Nathan and a group of Dan Aykroyd characters worked on altering the ominous narrators scripts to reverse the damage that had been caused, turning more corrupted characters back to normal. ‘There we go…all better.’ ‘Yeah.’

“This isn’t how this story is supposed to end.”

“Sorry narrator but this is one story that shall be your last.”

Corey charged towards the narrator and used some of his powers to send him falling down onto the ground, the ominous narrator realized the error of his ways and apologized before losing all his energy and his powers and turning to dust…’Hurray.’ ‘We did it.’ ‘We defeated the narrator’. Oats hugged his best friend and whinnied. ‘Well done you two, you have defeated the narrator and restored the city back to normal.’

“Thank you, mommy.”

The duo hugged Mel and Oats looked over at her…’I’ve learned to conquer my fears today and it’s all thanks to the adventure we have just had.’ ‘I’m glad, now let’s all go home.’ ‘Yes, let’s all go home.’ Nathan looked over at the Dan Aykroyd characters…’Elwood, Louis, Grocer, Clifford, you guys are and will always be my beloved brothers, and i’m glad you’re going to always be there for me.’ ‘Likewise, Nate.’

Corey and Oats said goodbye to everyone before exiting with Mel, going through the portal from earlier and arriving back at their house in Nile Road. Nathan and the Dan Aykroyd characters stayed for a while to clean things up before heading back home as well. ‘I am delighted we were able to defeat the thing that was causing you those dreams, mommy.’ Oats responded as he cuddled Mel.

“You were very brave as well.”

“I was, mommy?”

“Oh yes, you were.”

The duo went over to the lounge and relaxed as they had afternoon tea, an hour later after that they had dinner, after dinner they relaxed and listened to music and played Webkinz, they emailed Jill about their adventure before having a karaoke contest.

When their karaoke contest was over for the night they went into the bedroom and relaxed, they got ready for bed by brushing their teeth and putting on their night-clothes, when bedtime came around they all got into bed and snuggled up with Mel, having nice dreams.

And another adventure has ended for our duo but don’t worry listeners, there are more ones coming.

[buttermynutter]

Don’t Call It Face Painting | Mel Medarda x Reader

Summary: (Platonic gen fic) Mel is more than happy to do your makeup for Piltover's Progress Day Warnings: None! Word count: 2.3K

Snap, snap, snap. 

You pressed the metal buttons of your suit vest together, each click more satisfying than the last. Giving the outerwear one last look, you moved on to inspecting your sleeves, the blouse much more loose and flowing compared to the sleak leather vest. It was embroidered with Piltover's typical teal and gold, mirroring the shoulder guards you were donning - the best you had, specifically polished for this year's showcase. 

Although you were still among the city's working class - a blacksmith - the day was still immensely important to you, as new inventions could lighten your labor greatly. You faced the mirror, your hands on your hips, a small detail gnawing at the back of your mind, though you didn't know what. 

A heavy knock on your front door broke you from your thoughts and a flash of worry began to settle in before you realized exactly who it was. You hurried out of the room to welcome your guest, their dazzling smile greeting you as soon as you opened the door.

"My, how beautiful you look! I was about to be worried that you weren't home."

Mel appeared pristine as always, not a single strand of hair out of place. She looked you from head to toe approvingly and you returned the movement, your eyes catching on her shoes. 

"Mel!" you exclaimed, a bit worried your observation would prove to be offensive. "Your shoes are muddy! Well, at least, more muddy than I've seen them."

She only smiled wider, drawing a line in the dirt with the tip of her shoe. "I know, I'll have to go back to my quarters for a change. My assistant just happened to be out and I didn't want to bother with scheduling a ship, so I decided to walk here instead."

You blushed, slightly embarrassed that she would do so for you. It was a long way from the council offices, and you couldn't imagine that she did something like this regularly. Although, Mel did seem to overstep her boundaries quite often for you. You had first served as merely her goldsmith, but after many months it proved that she enjoyed your company just as much - if not more - as your craft. 

"Do come in, you know your way around. I was just putting the finishing touches on my outfit." 

She strided past you, brushing your shoulder affectionately as she did, her footsteps already fading into your bedroom as you locked the door. 

When you walked in, she already had a medallion in hand - a token on the smaller side that was set with stones you had specially imported from Noxia, their fiercely vivid colors glinting as the eyes to the bird you had imprinted in the gold. 

"Your own work?" Mel questioned, a slender finger gliding along its embellishments.

You nodded, motioning to the bin of mismatched jewelry it had came from. "They were all either rejected by the customer or made for practice."

Mel sifted through the container, looking impressed. The metal clanked against each other pleasantly as she did so, seeming almost entranced by the trinkets.

She picked one out abruptly, its chain rattling against the side of the tin as she held it up to the light shining through the window. It rebounded flawlessly against the platinum, a three dimensional star clearly illuminated. 

If someone had asked you what it looked like when a person was in love, you indefinitely would've picked Mel at this very moment. Eyes wide, she asked you, "This was potentially turned away? Can I wear this to the event? I'll return it, I promise. You know I normally wouldn't ask something like this, but it's just too perfect."

You nodded, surprised she even thought it was wrong of her to ask. "Of course, you can even keep it. It's just collecting dust in my nightstand, and you've supported me so much, you deserve it. Plus, I think Jayce would like it."

She glowered at you, though her overall demeanor shone. "As dazzling as this is, I doubt how I look will mean anything to him when he's on stage. Though, I can't thank you enough, there must be something I can do for you. Also, I do like what you've put together. The blouse and vest is very Bilgewater-esque, a good change of pace from those high collars and heavy coats walking the streets." Mel rolled her eyes, continuing, "If I have to see either Salo or Hoskel wearing one more shirt starched to Zaun, I will simply push them through the council room's window."

You laughed in response, having shared her lack of affinity for the other council members solely from her stories. A moment of silence hung in the air before a thought popped in your head, putting a finger on both Mel's proposed favor and the missing element of your appearance. 

"Mel," you said slowly, her eyes immediately flitting towards you. "How would you feel about doing my makeup for the occassion?" 

She gasped, and though you didn't think she could look happier than when she found the star necklace, here she was proving you wrong. 

"I thought you'd never ask! Just as well, I can go home and change into something that matches this more," she replied, dangling the chain in front of her, "and we can use my cosmetics on you! Just when this day couldn't get any better, you give me another gift."

You rolled our eyes playfully, glad that her usual formal tone was now considerably more animated. 

"Well, what are waiting for then?"

You had guessed correctly that the walk between Mel's living spaces and yours was anything other than brisk, but soon you stood at the doorway to her quarters. 

She was still over the moon as she swiftly inserted her key, the door cracking open to the subtle but distinct scent of incense. Her home looked exactly as you had imagined them, regal but modern. Before you could properly gape at the lavish furnishings, Mel grabbed your wrist and swept you into the next room, a vanity on one end and a covered easel on the next. Several palette knives were strewn across its base, a heavy stained tarp between them and the floor. 

You turned your attention to the vanity instead, a tall mirror standing in the middle of its unusually wide desk, stacked with a myriad of ornate canisters and tubes. 

Mel beckoned you into the carved wooden chair that stood before it, so flamboyant that you were afraid to even lay a finger on it, much less sit on it.

You stared awkwardly into your own reflection once you sat down, almost missing Mel's movement as she heaved another chair over to the vanity, gesturing you to turn your own towards her. She smiled wistfully as she broke the silence.

"I'd love to know more about this choice you made, assuming my eagerness hasn't scared you off."

Having already anticipated the question, you quickly answered, "Work doesn't leave me much time to practice these things, not to mention the budgetary aspect. I'm aware that most beauty products are imported, so I simply can't afford to buy any just to wear a few times a year."

Mel nodded, nimbly setting a few of the containers in front of her on the table. "Well, in that case, I'll make sure to find more opportunities for me to work my magic on you."

You barely began to deny her before she shushed you, opening and closing drawers so fast that you weren't sure which objects she was retrieving from each one. 

"I'm confident you'd expect I would, but I'll be touching your face a lot, so is that okay?"

It was your turn to nod, Mel's fingers already hovering tentatively over your face. 

"Good, just making sure you'll be comfortable."

She picked up a crystal vial with one hand, unstoppering it with just two fingers while taking up a square of cloth in the other. As she tipped a bit of the liquid inside onto it, you questioned, "What's that? Some sort of anti-aging potion?"

Mel laughed, the sound like chimes in the wind. "No, I realize the flask would beg you to believe it's horribly fancy, but it's just spring water. Art always needs a clean canvas."

Thinking back to the festivals you used to attend as a child, you absentmindedly responded, "Oh, so it's quite literally face-painting."

She feigned a gasp, reeling back in her chair. "Don't insult me like that," she chided, though the smile never left her face. "Face-painting, the gall." 

You chuckled at her dramatics, enjoying how the warm fingers cupping one cheek contrasted the cool cloth that was pressed to the other. Mel thoroughly wiped your face before giving an affirmative hum, her hands moving to the canister nearest to her, a sturdy-looking circular container decorated with a pale blue design.

Mel opened it to reveal a glossy substance, almost ointment-like. She immediately held it up to your face, surprising you, before instructing, "Inhale."

You instinctively followed her orders, rewarded with a sharp but pleasant smell. 

"What's that?"

"It's what we're going to use as your base, darling. I believe it's especially imported from Bilgewater. They know moisture best, after all. Prepare yourself as it's a tad sticky, but that's all the more helpful with adhering to the next few layers of cosmetics."

The substance was indeed a bit tacky, but you felt it had the same enjoyable cooling factor as the water. Mel rubbed it delicately into your skin, saying, "How's business been? I expected you to be in your forge when I arrived."

"That's only because I decided to pause working for Progress Day. I'm glad I chose to do so, I've already told you about how goldworking isn't exactly enjoyable for me. I still miss bigger tools and weapons, so this break is good, even if it's just for a day. Although, that does mean I'll be behind for some orders," you sighed as she tipped her head at you sympathetically. "Business in general has been more than decent, though. I was even told by a recent customer that you had referred them to me, so thank you for that."

Mel raised an eyebrow, quickly wiping her fingers on the cloth she had first used before picking up another tin, this time much smaller. It contained a more creamy-looking substance which she studied for a moment. "Shoola? I'm surprised she's been genuinely listening to our conversations, though I suppose that she already wears half the gold in your studio around her neck."

You laughed for a moment before she waved the box in front of you, continuing, "You're lucky I have a cream exactly your shade, it was shipped to me by mistake ages ago." 

She quickly collected it with a large brush, the hairs of it almost ticklish against your faste.

"Perfect," Mel breathed, already reaching for another canister. "The next few steps will be easy, I'm quite familiar with your face shape."

Tins of cream and powder flew beneath your nose before she finally paused, tapping a slender finger to her lips. 

"I admit I'm unsure of what to do with your eyes. I have this pigment straight from Noxus which was actually given to me by my mother." She scowled for a moment before resuming, "I may not typically trust her judgement, but any cosmetic import from Noxus is bound to be more than satisfactory. However, I usually only add a touch of purple under my own eyes, so I haven't exactly been exercising my creativity." 

You studied what she held before you, a flat tin with powder packed neatly into square indents, their colors so vivid that you'd swear you could see them behind your eyelids after shutting them; the intensity made it seem they would permanently stain your face. As expected, the purple square was much more worn down, a few stray flecks of powder dotting its neighboring colors.

Your gaze flicked up to Mel's just in time to see her expression light up, no doubt a silent epiphany blooming.

"If I line your lips in a deep blue with a gold-tinted gloss, we can keep the Piltoverian theme and match your outfit perfectly by using a much more neutral color on your eyes, like this chocolate and dark brown."

You agreed, slightly confused but trusting in her judgement. The two of you chatted excitedly as she continued working, the anticipation of the holiday settling in. Time passed rapidly, each layer of cosmetics bringing new conversation.

"Have you seen Jayce recently?"

"Yes, though he's mostly been with his partner. I think they're even showing Heimerdinger something right at this moment."

"How do you tell all these products apart, each container's pattern is so intricate they start to look identical if I stare long enough."

"To be honest, I'm still learning. Part of me is afraid I'll apply the wrong one."

"It must take effort spending time on this every morning, not to mention wearing it for the whole day. I have to say I admire you, it feels heavy on me already..."

Eventually, Mel's hands left your face as she leaned back in her chair, nodding satisfactorily. 

"All done?" you asked, not daring to turn towards your reflection.

"My dear," she said, pausing for dramatic effect. "You were gorgeous before even without me, but with, you're simply perfect."

You didn't expect to agree with her, but the reflection that greeted you proved you wrong. The makeup accentuated features that you didn't even know you had, and you were practically glowing - you couldn't help but think that you had never felt more ready for Progress Day.

"Satisfied?" Mel asked, her voice filled with obvious glee.

"You're a magician." You barely got the words out before she clasped her hands together and sighed contentedly, making you even more happy about the situation. 

Maybe you did like working with gold. 

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Tell us a little, please, about Puppetier AU idea :}

Hi my dear! Thanks for asking. Well, tbh there does not yet exist a file for that one, though the idea unfolds in my mind and rests there till I get the time to sit down to conclude it.

This yet title-less fic is based on the movie "Lili" from 1952 with Mel Ferrer and Leslie Carron. I have watched it up and down as a child and the idea struck my mind some time ago, and since that, the yet untitled kristanna-fic lingeres in my head.

For those, who know the movie, it is easy to get the connections. Basically, Kristoff is a pupeteer on a wandering fairground (mind, it´s the 50´s). He is a former acrobat, but due to a severe leg injury has turned his back to public entertainment in person. He hides behind his four puppets and makes people happy with their charming performances. One day, an orphan girl of already 17 years appears on the fairground and will be employed first by the magician Hans. She serves drinks and food during his show. But she is a bit clumsy, though madly in love with the magician who shamelessly flirts with her. Anna finds out that he played with her and desperate with no idea of where to go, she thinks it better to leave. Only her way to do so is rather tragic. Little does she know that somebody had secretly been watching her...

But then, for your curiosity, I drabbled down one of the essential moments, that when Anna meets first with the one puppet who will become her best friends...

Hope you enjoy...

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„Hey! Hey, you!“

Anna had nearly come to the top of the vertical ladder, dangerously high she now realized but after all, that had been the purpose. She heard a voice from below, and she briefly stopped climbing the steep ladder, and then heard it again, more desperate this time.

“Yes, you, up there! Hey! Please, don´t go up so high. You could fall.”

Anna now understood there was somebody calling for her, and she dared to turn her head, though the height now made her almost dizzy. She clung to the bars and dared glancing down. But there was nobody. But yes, there was, somebody was waving fervently. But it was not a person, it was a… little snowman. And he looked up to her and yelled.

“Yes, you! Hey, please come down to me.”

“Why should I do that?” Anna almost cried, because now she was confused.

“I am so lonely down here, and I bet you are lonely up there, too?!”

“I am used to that. So please, leave me be.”

“No! I don´t like being alone. I like company. Please, could you not come down and spend some time with me? Pleeeeease?”

Anna now felt sorry for the little snowman. Maybe he was truly lonely and leaving him sad was not fine. And when he was down there, watching her, she could impossibly proceed…

Slowly, Anna started climbing down from her high position and with each step, for some reason, she felt relief. Maybe this was better so. Once down, she turned and stepped closer to the snowman, who was as tall as her lower arm´s length, and he sat on something like a little house with velvet red curtains, and on the canopy, there were other figures painted. Him, the snowman, a lovely girl with blond hair and blue dress, a reindeer, and a big rocky fellow. Were those his friends? The snowman spoke again, and he sounded like a child.

“Oh, thank you. How nice that you came down to me. I feel so much better now.”

“Oh, I am glad.” Anna stood with her hands clasped to her chest. She had never seen such a cute figure, with his red carrot nose and little stick arms. She like him.

“Let´s start over again. Hi, I am Olaf, and you are?”

“Oh, I am Anna.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna. Say, what were you doing up that dangerous ladder?”

Anna briefly glanced up to her insane idea and then turned back to the snowman. “Nothing.”

“Good, because I got scared, you know.”

“I am sorry.”

“Never do that again. Please, promise me!”

Anna laughed now. How concerned that sweet fellow was. “I promise.” And deep inside she felt like she had just met a true friend.

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Trouble with Time Travel

One moment Don had been helping his seven-year-old stepson Owen practise his reading while Meloni kept two-year-old Bart entertained, the next Mel and Owen had gone, and Don had tried to cling onto Bart, he tried...

The Speed Force said time was shifting. Dawn and Jeven had been affected too, and they could fix it. All they had to do was go back, save Eddie Thawne, and stop the father they'd never known time travelling too. (T, 1063 words)

The Flash (TV 2014), a few bits borrowed from the comics

Don Allen, Dawn Allen

To fill part of a prompt by 0, full prompt in end notes of the fic

Eddie Thawne had a ring. Their father had just promised to talk to Papa to convince him it was Ma’s decision, had encouraged Detective Thawne to ask their mother.

“Now what?” Don hissed, slipping into Flash Time. “Dawn?”

Her hands flickered again.

[Continued on AO3]

[equalseleventhirds]

quick disclaimer before fic: this is not meant to excuse or absolve melanie and georgie of outing jon; what they did was wrong and they should not have done it. instead it is an... examination of a character who is Maybe working some things out but, due to Internalized Issues, is harshly rejecting it both for herself and other people. (i’m aware i wrote something with the exact same FUCKING premise back when i was in the sh*rl*ck fandom dear god don’t read that linked fic it is from a deeply shameful time of fandom i only linked it as proof i did the same thing before. almost like i’m still working through the same stuff via writing fanfiction. hm.) (further discussion on THAT in post-fic notes; i wanted to keep it under the cut for personal reasons.)

furthermore: warning for discussion of sex (but not explicit depictions of sex), characters experiencing aphobia both internalized and not, mention of sexism wrt jobs, characters outing other characters without their consent (more than once, and more than just jon), and mention of consensual but unwanted sex (as in, consent was given, but the consenter did not enjoy it, and consented due to expectations).

- - -

It starts with: “I don’t, I, I usually can’t—Lately. I mean. Lately I can’t.” Melanie shuts her eyes so she won’t have to see Georgie, her hand on the sheets, judgment questions in her eyes. “Since I got—shot. It’s more difficult, is all.”

“Melanie—”

“You can still try,” she says, the words falling too fast, too panicked. “If you want, sometimes other people—and it’s fine! I’m always, it’s fine to try. Sometimes I do. I just might not. You know.”

“You might not orgasm,” Georgie finishes for her. It’s hard to tell how she’s feeling about it—until her fingers brush Melanie’s chin, turning her face up.

Reluctantly, Melanie opens her eyes, and then she’s glad she did. Because Georgie’s smiling, not a mocking smile, gentle. And they said this was just, just casual, just between friends (there’s too much going on with ghosts and the Institute and Georgie’s ex sleeping on her couch when he isn’t being kidnapped for it to be more than that), but Melanie’s glad Georgie is smiling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Georgie says. She’s sitting up now, not lying almost-not-quite between Melanie’s legs anymore. She looks gorgeous, naked and cross-legged on that horrible mattress with a microfiber sheet wrapped around her shoulders, and Melanie wants to curl up in the sheet with her and eat the leftover pizza from earlier and fall asleep together with grease on their hands.

No. Focus. “It’s okay,” Georgie says again, gentler. “If you can’t right now. If you don’t want to. You certainly gave me a lovely orgasm—”

“—or three—”

“—yes, thank you, and if you’d rather just call it there, I’m not pushing it. As long as you enjoyed yourself.” She frowns, suddenly, glancing down at Melanie’s hands. “You… did enjoy yourself? I hope we didn’t—”

“I did!” She always does, when it’s other people coming, when she gets to be touching warm skin and watching someone fall apart. It’s… nice. “It’s just, you know. I got shot.”

(And isn’t that a convenient excuse, she sneers in her own head, and it sounds like Toni refusing to come back to the team, it sounds like the most sarcastic videos about her breakdown, it sounds like Elias. Isn’t it convenient that now you can blame your little problem on blood flow, or nerve endings, or stress. Never mind that you didn’t have those excuses a year ago. Or two years. Or back when you had a real girlfriend, and you always said yes but she got tired before—)

Georgie tucks a strand of hair behind Melanie’s ear. “Okay, good. If we, you know, try this again sometime? If you’re feeling better? Then I can try.” She stops, licks her lips, watches Melanie’s expression. “Or I can… not try, if you’d still prefer that. Later. You know. If.”

“I’m not—” And she’s rushing again, always rushing, she doesn’t even know if she and Georgie will ever—

“No, I know! It’s fine! But like—Look, this isn’t exactly new for me, you know? If that’s something you want. Something you don’t want. Or I, I’m saying it’s not a problem, if you do or don’t want me to make you come in the future, or even if you don’t want to have sex at all, I mean, when we were dating Jon didn’t—”

That’s where Georgie stops, as if talking about Jon is too much, as if she hasn’t been speaking Melanie’s secret insecurities out loud in bed like it’s something they can talk about, as if all of this hasn’t already been too much and too terrifying already.

Melanie stands up, grabs the comforter as a makeshift cloak (because Georgie has the sheet, and suddenly she isn’t sure she wants to share the sheet with her). “Right.”

“I’m just—I have a friend. Who you might talk to, if you wanted to talk about this.”

She steps away from the bed, towards the door. “Sure. Pizza? I’m hungry.”

-

The problem is, Melanie doesn’t much like Jon. He was such a dick about the Youtube thing, and about her statement, and about Sasha. And even though she knows (sort of) that part of it hadn’t been his fault, she still isn’t going to talk over her disinterest in sex with him. It’s mortifying. Even if he wasn’t her boss. And Georgie’s ex. And currently out of the Archives, anyway.

But she wants to talk to somebody, about Georgie’s words running around and around and around her head, about the sheer panic mixing with almost-relief and then the visceral no no no churning low in her stomach that had made it a struggle just to choke down her pizza. She wants to ask someone is this normal, am I allowed, is it even enough to be halfway to ‘not at all’ or should I just suck it up. She wants to talk that out desperately.

It’s just… she doesn’t have many friends left, after her whole fall from Youtube ghost hunter grace. She’s not going to ask Georgie about it, any more than Jon, although for pretty much the opposite reason. Who’s left? Her shiny new coworkers? Tim, who seethes and hates everything and everyone in the Archives? Martin, who’s still upset that Jon so much as spoke to her while he was on the run? Basira?

-

When Melanie met Sasha—the real Sasha, the one apparently no one but her even remembers—she’d been the only woman in the Archives. And Melanie had chatted with her about haunted pubs, and maximizing SEO, and how to talk to people who’d seen a white dog while they were drunk and thought it was a ghost. And about their jobs, of course, which led to both of them scoffing about the sexist bullshit of academia and how someone like Sasha could be just an assistant and the only woman on her team.

And then Elias hired Melanie to replace… the thing that replaced Sasha. Hired another woman to replace the only woman. You learn to see patterns from the kind of person who might say diversity the same way as toilet plunger: something necessary, but distasteful. Melanie was filling a role he needed filled, and she could live with that.

And then Basira.

Who wasn’t there because she wanted to be, of course, but was still there. Was still another woman in the boy’s club of terror they’d apparently signed on for. Could maybe, maybe, be someone Melanie could connect with. Someone she could talk to.

Maybe.

-

“Do you know if he and Jon ever…?”

“No clue, and not interested!” She’s laughing, about to just dismiss it out of hand, but… maybe. She can feel the questions she never asked Georgie, the words sharpening their claws on the edges of her mind. The no, not me, not allowed sinking in her gut.

“Although…” Make it light. Make it interesting. Make it about someone else. How to hook an audience without having a public breakdown and becoming a— “According to Georgie, Jon… doesn’t.”

It feels wrong as soon as she says it. Like she’s dirty. Like she’s lying. Like a thousand eyes are looking at her, watching her, waiting for more. Make it a story. Engage your audience. Like it’s 2013 in a convention hotel room and Pete just told everyone Don’t worry, Mel likes girls actually, and even though they were all fine about it that moment of sharpshock terror in her throat as they all looked—

“Like, at all?”

The one thing she never learned was how to stop talking. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, that does explain some stuff.”

And that’s… it, really. That does explain some stuff. Jon is a dick, has always been a dick, overfocused on work and not on other people, and that does explain some stuff. Right. Yes. Like her last girlfriend had told her, about all you do is work, I can’t even get you off. An explanation, just like she always knew it would be.

It doesn’t really matter. She has a boss to go kill.

-

“I think,” she says, slow, like every word is being dragged out of her, “that I might not like. Sex. As much as, you know, people do.”

“You’re a person,” her therapist says, firm, and she has to bite back a sarcastic laugh.

“Right. ‘Course.”

- - -

post-fic notes: i myself personally have previously identified as: heteroromantic gray-ace, heteroromantic ace, aroace, aro gray-ace, aro bi, bi, arospec bi, aro bi again, and aro bi but sex ambivalent. part of that has been natural progression and change; part of that was bcos some people i considered friends got very into aphobic discourse, and i internalized a lot of what they said. in recent months i have been examining my sex ambivalence (sometimes repulsion) and considering what that means about whether or not i am on the ace spectrum. i’m still thinking about these things. i’m still, deep down inside, afraid of the aphobic people i respected and cared about hearing about this.

in part i wrote this to work through some of My Own Shit regarding this. in part i wrote this bcos i will get my grubby little aspec hands (bcos regardless of anything else, i am aspec, whether that’s ace or aro) on every character i can. yes, even the ones who did an objectively shitty thing to jon, the one canonical ace character. bcos sometimes people (like me) internalize things and make mistakes.

[elennemigo]

Creator meme

I was tagged by @marvels-universe thank you for that ;)

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works <3

It´s hard to pick favourites, I don´t think these are but for one reason or another I think they worth the mention :))

No particular order-

The lockdownlolly series. I love these! They were inspired by current events on 2020, and ppl seemed to liked them very much. ☺️

Doctor Strange + Favourite Quotes.  First time i did something like that, playing with the colors was fun. 

Sherlock stamps. These took me a lot of time and struggles but i liked the result. 

Benedict ´2020. Fortunately, i had many gifs to add in this post, it wasn´t easy but he made me smiled the whole year, so it worth it!

Boom Boom Whoosh!  This gif turned out better than i planned it to be, so yeah, goes to this list.

(Didn´t include from giftober20 and from the sherlockdown rewatch bc those are a lot but i like them too.)

Tagging (if you want to) @writingwife-83 @wndasmaximoff @mizjoely @aelaer @broadwaylover17 @ceruleanmindpalace @ravencatart @strangelock221b @musicprincess1990 @mel-loves-all @thelostsmiles @thisisartbylexie

And anyone else that would like to share their own fave creations, consider yourself tagged. 😊

[jjba-hell]

Black Velvet

Last day of prompts and I had no choice but to act a certain way.... So this is a somewhat yet another continuation of Take of Epitheus but it’s not as juicy. My fellow fic writers know that you usually get an idea and run with it which is exactly what happened here.

Some triggers: suggestive content, some self-loathing, mention of drug use and nicotine use and no proof-reading (we die like men, today) and that’s about it

Okay I swear this is the last one for a hot minute so: @lasquadraweek2020 @risottoneroo @giogio-gucci-gangstar

2K words and Reader is GN, Good Luck

You sat back in the bay window as you watched the water run down the window in streaks. The bottom window was open for you to hold your lit cigarette out and away from the kitchen behind you. The weather seemed to fit your mood perfectly- after everything you’d been through, everything you’d done- now you had no one to blame for your current situation other than yourself and the new level of self-loathing was taking a toll on your mental health.

Giorno Giovanna, despite his young age, held a cunning manner of getting what he wanted and luring you in with an innocent enough promise of freedom under a singular, seemingly doable, condition was how you ended up with a packed suitcase standing in front of your bedroom door.

What you had seen when your stand held onto Giorno’s soul was enough to warn you that you had sealed your own fate in the mafia. His father was someone...or rather, something... you’d thought belonged in the flights of fancy of Victorian era romance novels. His bloodline was as muddled and convoluted- his true identity of his father being hazy and unsure but you gave him direction into possible siblings and family he could have.

You believed that you did more than your fair share in finding the Speedwagon Foundation and Erina Pembleton’s descendants- how it connected with the name Jonathan Joestar.

But it wasn’t enough.

What’s worse, you had gotten what you wanted. Your team was healed and allowed to do as they pleased and had indeed disappeared from the mafia’a control- instead being used as nothing more than a tool to the Don and his team to get what he wanted.

You groaned, pinching the bridge between your eyes. Were you really being bossed around by a kid at this age?

The steady sound of a motor running outside your window among the near-silent street suddenly caught your attention.

If it was a car, it wasn’t big- in fact you wagered it was probably a motorcycle but why it was standing so close to the house you were close at, you were unsure.

You ditched the cigarette and stood up, slipping the revolver from your kitchen cabinet into your hand, double checking the bullets in the chamber before clicking it back into place and heading down the stairs to the front door.

Ever since you started helping Giorno you’ve had a myriad of people from rival gangs as well as some government-looking officials on your behind and as much as you hated the position you were in, the last thing you wanted to do was traverse more bullshit from anymore organizations.

Your door was locked but a bit too easy to pick. When the scratched in the door started you knew being on your guard was the right course of action. So you stepped closer to the wall and pulled back the hammer from the barrel.

Eventually the door clicked open and coming to stare at the end of your gun was a face you didn’t think you’d see again.

“Melone?” You frowned, not lowering the weapon.

You had heard through the grapevine that your old team had all retired and gone under the radar- so seeing Melone standing in front of you made your heart drop to your shoes. And yet...it felt so good to see a familiar face. You dropped your raised weapon to your side with a frown. “What are you doing here?”

The signature lustful smug slithered onto his face. “Am I not allowed to miss the most attractive person from my old team?”

You were about to roll your eyes but the comment only made you give a chuckle. “Oh please- I think Risotto takes that title a bit better than me.”

“Mmmm he is, but to me it’s like choosing pizza or cake.”

“Both good but for different occasions?” You sighed as you pushed the door shut behind him and grabbed a towel from the guest bathroom nearby.

“Exactly.”

You would usually not have stood for this bullshit, Melone’s lecherous comments wasn’t something you enjoyed but it felt good to see a familiar face until you led him to upstairs to towel off.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, knowing damn well he probably used BabyFace to track you.

His gaze was fixated on the suitcase outside your bedroom door.

“You’re leaving?”

You could only groan in response, stomping off back to the bay window.

“Y/n, I thought you were still working with the Don.”

“I am, they’re the reason I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

You gazed over at him as he approached.

“You know I can’t disclose that.”

He slid beside you on the seat as you lit your second cigarette- watching you as you angrily tossed the lighter across the floor. For a moment he let you sit there in silence, letting the itch to talk to him overwhelm you.

It did and with a frustrated puff of smoke you ran a hand through your hair. “I fucked up, Mel. I fucked up bad and there’s no one to blame except me.”

He didn’t respond- he was probably trying to get you to talk a bit more.

“I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I’m still stuck in this crap or that-“ you let out a hysterical laugh. “That I’m being pushed around by a kid almost 10 years younger than me.”

You wanted to pull your hair out and scream, raking your nails over your scalp and pulling the hair as you gazed down at you bend knee.

Melone’s hand wrapped around the wrist beside your head and gently pulled out. Your eyes shot up and for once in his life he seemed more somber than usual. “Y/n, relax.”

“You’re clean.” You realized out loud.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I’ve kinda been cut off when I left the mafia so you’re welcome to use my real name.”

“Who knows you’re here?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Stefan.” You were the one to grab hold of his wrist this time. “I’m not having you risk your freedom for some drugs.”

He gave a huff of laughter, his hand loosening from your wrist. “I know you don’t touch the mafia’s drug trade. I’m not here for drugs.”

For a moment you were just confused. Was he really here for you? You couldn’t believe it, not with his track record.

“So why...?”

He lounged back in his seat. “Is it so hard to believe I wanted to check up on my teammate?”

“You care?”

He seemed be taken aback for a moment, his gaze going down. “I know you think I was just half high all the time but I did appreciate you treating me with some dignity. Which is something I can’t say I experienced from the all of our old team. It wasn’t the drugs talking when I insisted you coming on missions with me.”

You sat there, kind of dumbfounded by it all. Melone off of drugs was definitely something you weren’t accustomed to- it seemed like his first thing in the mornings was to pop an ecstasy pill or two so to see him in front of you like this caught you off guard.

He cleared his throat and stood up, moving to the stacked wine rack.

“You’ve definitely not been here long, the wine rack is untouched.” He joked over his shoulder.

You got up and followed him as he was surveying the bottles. It was probably cruel of you to do what you did, you knew the only reason you were feeling anything for him, wanting to do anything with him was because you felt so alone and him coming to you, telling you he was still here, still cared about you...

You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Stefan, I like you too.”

His eyes widened for a moment and for a split second you thought you had misread the signals but what came out of his mouth was what you knew you wanted.

“You don’t have to like me.”

He put the wine bottle back into the rack, your hands finding his wrists to hold in front of your chest.

“No, you don’t understand. I do like you. And...I’m sorry I just...” you gazed up at his odd colored eyes- seeing another part of him you’d never seen. Was it vulnerability? You suppose it was selfish but you wanted to find more, explore more, be surprised by this new side of him. “...really want to kiss you.”

His eyes lidded as he leaned down slightly to bring your noses together, face to face.

“Just say when you want to stop.”

You let out a sigh as you pressed yourself into him, lips meeting into an intense kiss.

You never did say stop. Not when you were peeling his wet clothes off of him, not when you were pushing each other into walls, not when you both dropped onto the bed and found bliss in each other’s bodies. Not even when you were holding each other, pressed into each other’s warmth under the sheets like you were each other’s lifeline. You swept away a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, pressing your hand against the side of his face.

He smiled so warmly at you, so beautifully that you had to return it but your forced smile soon turned into tears spilling over your face.

He brought his hands to your face and wiped away the tears from your eyes.

“I wish I could help.” He whispered.

All you could do was weep into his shoulder. You had said your pained goodbyes at the front door. Only when you walked back did you notice he had left a piece of paper with his number scribbled at your landline. It only made your heart ache so much worse.

That night you stood in the house with the lights off and your suitcase fully packed.

“Why don’t you fight back?” An echoing voice called from the living room couch. You’d recognized it as your own voice so you turned around and faced your stand sitting on the arm rest of the coach.

“Why do you exist if I don’t have a will to fight back?”

They scoffed, turning their head to the side to look down the only lit hallway. “I exist to keep you alive, that was the fighting spirit you had.”

You scowled at them, narrowing your eyes. “I’ve grown out of the ‘save the world’ mentality I had when I was a kid.”

“Have you? Didn’t you say you felt like you had more to give the world.”

You stomped closer to your stand who seemed as unbothered by your presence as you were by other people.

“I’m starting to think what I had in mind and what that actually means are two VERY different things.”

They only shrugged, “Perhaps you need to start reconsidering how you’ll be contributing.”

You hated having your stupid stand bring up the parts of you you didn’t want to talk about. It was of course true you just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

So you picked up the number Melone had given you on a piece of paper at the landline and turned it around in your hand. You wanted to see him, you wanted to see your team so bad yet it only dawned on you then the reason why.

They’d become your family. Prosciutto had said that it was because you were so used to being the only ones watching each other’s backs that it became habit but you suppose when you’re staring your death in the face it hurts too much to call each other family.

You pocketed the number in the jacket you’d be flying in tomorrow. It wasn’t a goodbye. That much you were determined to prove- even if it was for yourself.

You left for Florida the next day- looking for the oldest Joestar descendant your research could find. Jotaro Kujo.

[secondgenerationnerd]

This is just a question, but what canon do you follow for Bart’s backstory? Cause in the comics there’s the whole raised in VR thing and aged rapidly (and didn’t ever meet Don and only saw Mel occasionally bc she’s from the 30/31st century) and in YJ he’s from an apocalyptic future, but it seems like he at least met both his parents before coming to the past in your verse.

That is an excellent question that I do not have an answer for. 

In all honesty, my universe picks bits and pieces from all the medias. I do have a few fics set specifically in Young Justice, Titans, and the DCAMU (which does not follow the last movie because no), but this universe is mostly whatever I want it to be with some cannon stuff thrown in.

I’m not sure what Bart’s history is in my universe right now. I would love to say that I have this whole like crazy story arch exploring that, but I don’t. I like doing the slice of life moments I do in the drabbles. What I can tell you is that I personally think he would have grown up knowing both his parents, Thaddeus Thawne definitely hurts him in some pretty fucking horrific ways, and he comes into the past when Irey and Jai are young. I brought up stuff from the comics mostly as a catalyst for why the Flash family would hate Thaddeus almost more than Thawne. 

I should point out that I tend to write more about their civilian lives. I like thinking about how everyday dynamics would change-- what are parent/child relationships like, what’s dating like, who compartmentalizes better, how do abilities affect your body through puberty, mental health, etc- than who’s the bad guy they’re fighting today

All that I need to know is that this sweet boy is loved and safe lol

[melonlthawne]

Fic idea of Mel giving the boys (Thad n Bart ) to don to watch for the day/a few hours so she can have a break or do errands or something else to be determined and it just goes haywire

[justicereborn]

eu vi a asks sobre outras fics e uma coisa que eu sempre quis saber é, com quem vc acha que o pessoal da equipe da JR se daria melhor nas equipes do DS e dos JV? quem seria amigo de quem?

Esse é um caso complicado porque eu vejo a maioria deles se apegando mais a seus irmãos interdimensionais. Então vou tentar dar meu parecer aqui sobre a situação que seria esse encontro.

JR/DS

Kat: Olha, acho que ela se daria melhor com a Cassy e a Mel. Sei lá, vejo ela como características de ambas então ela ficaria em um meio termo entre as duas, entendem? Damian nem vale tentar justificar as razões que afastariam um do outro. E vale lembrar o Kevin também por razões de que para todo o morcego tem seu super. 

Jon: Obviamente, Kevin né? Difícil imaginar outra dupla que se daria tão bem quanto esses dois. Acho que ele também se daria bem com o Apolo porque eles tem um jeito meio parecido também.

Artemisa: Kevin, Apolo e Scott. Acho que pela mesma razão das personalidades funcionarem bem juntas. O surpreendente é que só tem homem entre as opções de amizade dela haha. 

Don: Grace, obvio. Você quer uma dupla com mais quimica e intereção fraternal do que esses dois? Fora, que o Don sente falta da Dawn e poderia reviver os momentos de como é ter uma irmã ao lado da loirinha. Fora a Grace, ele se surpreenderia ao perceber que nessa dimensão também se daria bem com o filho do Aquaman, contrariando o relacionamento que ele possui com a Mareena. 

Olivia: Kate, Cassy e Zoe. Razões? Novamente, personalidades semelhantes porém não identicas e o fator de que a Olivia é uma pessoa que se adapta muito bem a um novo ambiente. Então para não por todo mundo aqui foi que eu escolhi essas três.

Mareena: Apolo e Natasha. Mas e o Scott? Então, esse é o único caso que veriamos dois irmãos interdimensionais trocando umas farpas e não se dando bem no inicio. Em contra partida, ela se daria bem com a Natasha pelas duas terem uma alma guerreira muito semelhante. Apolo por ela facilmente se identificar por ele ser o irmão da Artemisa. 

Jason: Provavelmente a Yuki. Eu acho eles dois personagens com uma alma muito pura e doce. Vê-los interagindo seria interessante e algo que eu aprovaria. Seria uma amizade inesperada.

Zane: Damian. Tá, estou brincando. Hum… Talvez fosse o Tony, mas só porque ele provavelmente sentiria que ambos são os antissociais e pessoas com a personalidade mais dificil dentro das equipes (mas o Tony consegue ser menos babaca que o Zane na maioria das vezes né) então… Acho que seria uma dupla a ser considerada. Ah, o Zane conheceu a Zoe e não iriam se dar bem não viu? Ele é muito rabugento para aguentar as brincadeiras dela… O que me faz pensar se ele não teria uma amizade com a Mel por essa repulsa dos dois a uma mesma pessoa haha. 

[akane171]

..Yeaaah... Best just skip past the romantic dialogue and watch the fights and Obi-Wan&Anakin's banter?😂🙈

I'm not judging, you are😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️

No supposedly🤷🏻‍♀️😅

Ohhh, GIFs?😂😂 Ohh, you know what's the best thing about Wandavision? The Song "Agatha All Along"😍😍

Nope, no ghost-kangaroos anywhere😌 And nooo, that Mon-El is busy being with HIS Kara and I didn't murder him anyway😏 And anyway, what was that about not being able to judge unwritten ideas?🤨 

...That's a very funny thing to imagine😂😂 

The lemon thing is weird...And WHY would anyone name that ship that, too? I was so confused I saw that in the taggs the first time and realized they meant Lena and Mon😅🙈

Honestly, by the end all characters were either dead or out of their mind😅🙈 And ohhhhhhh, do you mean "Survivor" and its first part by PencilPuppy? Cause if you mean that one, then HECK YEAH, IT'S SO FREAKING AWE AND SOME😍😍 (Fun fact: There's been a tab open on my phone for a few months now with that fic cause I over-binged the first part and by the time I was at the 5th chapter of "Survivor" my brain needed a break, but yesterday evening I finally got back to reading it😂😍🙈 I'm at Chapter 9 now😁)

Yeah, sorry?😅🙈🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait, you mean the curtain in that shower scene or what do you mean? (Btw, have you seen the vid of Katie's actress talking about that scene and how the shower curtains kept being not see-through enough?😂)

Ahh, yess, he got Mel from that so😍😁☺ But uff, yes, poor Chris, I didn't even realize how much hate he got for just existing... Poor guy, that's not cool, esp. with all the other stuff he already has (had) going on regarding his mental health🙈🙈😭😭🙈🙈

Ohhh, more christian symbolism and reference than "Illuminati"?🤔 

OH HECK YEAH😍😍 I'M SO HYPED FOR HIS ARRIVAL!😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻 (To be fair tho, I'm ALWAYS ready to jump, screech and party if LW updates so that might not be the best reference point😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️)

Haha, that's actually kinda sweet tho😁😂

Yes, yes, you too!😍☺💃🏻

xxx

tbh, the whoel movie could be about them bantering and fightng with bad guys/robots. I mean, come on, their relationship aka a dude who didn't really know how to show emotions because he was raised this way and thought they were wrong, but still cared deeply about the other and a dude who's never really learnt how to not have them and being baiscally boiling inside but treating the other as his father, and the whole relationship based on it - pure complexed shit i lust for. But, better approached in the tv shows and books than in the movies.

Bullshit. Check the other messages. You are moaning even more than me.

Have heard. lol Have also heard they are doing a spin off about her.

Ghosts are invisible but they are there.

Mhm, while having a PTSD in afterlife because of how YOU have treated him.

Don't remember but for sure it is your fault.

I mean, LeMon makes sense, I guess? What doesn;t change the fact I cringe everytime i see a real lemon. Also, who would want to curse poor Mon Mon with shipping him with that bitch.

YES, that fic and it for sure needs more lovve so GO AND READ AND SEND COMMENTS TO THE AUTHOR RIGHT NOW!!! And it's not updated as fast at it ws before and it's depressing ;______;

No, you are not.

i mean, the curtain in the story, not the curtain when they were filming, becasue for sure that was clean. But the curtain from the story? A shower in a fucking hospital???? For sure it was not cleaned for weeks? And how many people were using it? EWWWW?

So what? They caouldn't have aimed good enough and were kissing weird places? lol?

Yeah, sometimes I feell the only REALLY good thing SG did was making them meeting. Aside of probably saving Mel's life, when they moved to Van and You Know Who was left behind ==;

As for the haters.... there is a special fucking place in hell for them. i get hating character, but i don;t gettheir obsession with hating on the actor who did his job and how they treat a man they don;t even know, because this is a higher level of being obsessed/totally screwed up in the heads. Ugh, anyway.

Not sure what "illuminati" is? A book or a movie? (aside of the secret society, of course) I mean, the book is not flooding the reader with the christian symbolism but there are a lot (i mean, one of the characters is bascially the devil and there is the god's side etc). Still good even if you are not into stuff like that.

lol, just don't hurt yourself while jumping xD

If you say so =='

Have a ncie day! :D