#NOW THIS IS MY KIND OF FLUFFY BOYO

[heartfullofleeches]

Locked out of heaven

Yandere Demon (Nephalem) - Baron

[Little blurb exploring an idea for my demon boyo]

It's over isn't it.

His hands are stained in a liquid he can't even recognize - mind lost in the fog that's been casted since their departure. It mixes with his own black blood leaking from holes in his chest. The entire room is covered in the golden fluid. He's so tired.

Their gone... forever

His master. His mate.. Y/n. A kind soul who never caused harm to a single person. Who cared for a creature like him. Such an angel was too good for this earth, and it seems others would agree.

Why..

Why did they take you from him? You still had just a long life ahead of you - one that hadn't even ended when they stole you away. The laughter from the angels as they hauled you off to heaven told Baron just what they were thinking - he didn't deserve you.

His fist tighten - crushing the feathers in his hand to small wisps. How fucking dare they. Those rats with wings. Those flying maggots. They've already taken so much from him. His arms. The only family he knew before you. It pissed him off - anger the only emotion more powerful than his grief.

"Fuck!"

Baron pounds on the floor, slamming his hand into the symbol on the floor - the mark of the angels. It burns his knuckles, but he doesn't care. He needs something- anything to release the agony in his heart. He was pathetic; weak, and this was all that he could do. Tears pour down his face from all four of his eyes.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"

Baron hits the floor with each shout. He feels like a child throwing a tantrum, but he doesn't care. It hurts so much - like his heart was ripped from inside and spat on before being burned to ash. You were asleep the entire time they carried you away - oblivious to his screams. Your eyes opened just as the gateway to heaven was closing; locking with his as a spear went through his chest.

"God damn it!"

How noisy...

He slams both fists into the floor - a burst of white light crackles from the broken ground. Not just the ground, but the seal. The light increases in intensity, burning so brightly it causes Baron's arms to blister as he shields his face. The charred flesh chips away, revealing golden, oozing muscle beneath. Ribbons of white wrap around him, dragging him into the opening crater in the floor. He kicks, trashes, screams your name, but is powerless to stop as he's pulled under the glowing tide

-

Baron wakes to that bright light enveloping him. It's less saturated, allowing him to see his surroundings clearer. They're.. clouds. Baron sits cross legged on a fluffy, white cloud. Something zips from the corner of his vision as he turns his head. He rubs his eyes, the skin along his arms still burnt - and golden. A faint noise buzzes in his head. Like laughter.

"What the fuck?" Baron turns his arms over. The decoloration stops at his forearms, but the black markings that wrap around his entire body are now streaked with that same honey color. The hell? He places a hand to his throbbing forehead, something hitting him in his face as he shakes his head. A finger feather falling onto his lap.

"Huh-" He touches the sided of his head. Four, thin strips of feather cling to him, pain shooting through their nerves as he gives one a hard tug.

"Ow! What the shit is going on?"

Baron's questions are to be left for a later date as a spear is pointed to his neck. An angel stares down at him.

"Halt! Who are you, and what gives you the authority to stands at the gates of heaven."

Heaven?

The spear comes closer to his skin. "More importantly... what are you?"

Baron doesn't reply - slowly standing despite the guardian's protests. He easier towers over the angel, looking over at the golden gates behind him. He doesn't know what's going on, nor what to do next - but he can feel your presence behind them.

And he'll slaughter anyone who tries to stop him from getting you back.

[callsigncrash]

Bam here I am again-

Yakumo boyo and ur fav characters with a shapeshifter s/o that in real form is basically a squishy slimy moomin and whenever they're really tired and sleepy s/o gets into their real form and just snuggles up with the Cc

I think it would be kinda funny too for some day the Cc see s/o shapeshifted as them just trying on some clothes they were thinking on buying/gifting to said Cc or shape shifting into something big and fluffy and soft to cuddle up with them and be the big spoon

Anygays, have a good cycle of 24 hours:3

“Would you still love me if I were a moomin?”

I had to do this edit. This was the exact image that flashed into my head when I read the ask 😭❤️

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Tokyo Ghoul

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Yamori

He’s…stunned…to say the least. That’s at first! After a while, and some explaining, he understands.

He finds you very interesting and endearing.

The day that he finds you, well him, trying on his clothes, he just kind of laughs. You like him so much that you’d try and be him? Well alright then!

If he’s got something important to go to, he might ask if you could shapeshift into him so he could compare and see what looked better for the event or meeting.

Doesn’t mind any of the sleeping arrangements you have. He’s just happy to have you.

He’s very interested in how you came to be, your past, and your general background. It’s all very new and exciting from a scientific standpoint.

Naki

He’s convinced that it’s a joke at first, and then you turn into him, and then into your moomin form. That’s when he gets it.

He gets used to it after a while and he gets so many ideas.

You can help him with outfits, for pranks, his mischievous plans, etc.

Much like Yamori, he loves cuddles, a lot more openly anyways, so he’ll be excited for sleep, regardless of what form you take.

He also finds your moomin form adorable so expect to see little doodles of you on random slips of paper.

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The Boys

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Black Noir

Compound V is doing some seriously weird stuff to supes.

He’s somewhat confused but then he realizes that it’s just shapeshifting powers so he understands now.

He has to remind himself off and on that when you’re tired or just relaxing, that you’re not human.

You shapeshifting into him comes in handy for those days where he has to do appearances but is on a mission or just not available.

He has fun with the shapeshifting thing with you. He just finds it really interesting.

He likes hugging and cuddling regardless so he’s really happy that you want to do the same!

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Side note, I’m so sorry for the slow turn around times. I really enjoy doing requests but it’s been taking me a while. So sorry!

[magic-hcs]

can I just say u love your blog so so much and it makes me go YAYAYAYAYAYAYA6A6A everytime I see it?

well anywho, I would like a matchup :>

i am a fairly tall 6'6 male who is slightly chubby,I have very fluffy blonde hair and I wear glasses. i tend to wrar either trenchcoats or hoodiea most of the time with a few basic accessories like chokers, and I'm asexual, I crave the closeness of relationships the most and the most valuable things to me are the small little things that people do for you. I can be best described as someone who is very kind and gives lots of people second chances, even if I think I don't deserve one myself most of the time. I enjoy making art and animations as well as just sitting down and listening to music for hours on end

It makes me very happy that you love my blog and get happy every time you see it! Makes me feel like I’m doing right with this little place. *happy wiggles*

Let’s do this!

Matchups are closed!

~~matching…~~matching~….~matching~~…~DING~

You match with Raven!

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(AT Sans) Raven:

Now you might be thinking, ‘why this boyo?’ Well, let me explain. First things first, Raven is a sucker for mates that are taller than him (most are but still). Second, this boy is very affectionate to his lover. You’ll be getting lots of nuzzles, preening, cuddles, hand holding and more!

When you’re wearing a trenchcoat be prepared to share it because Raven loves it when the both of you are tucked in it.

Raven often makes flower crowns for you (or if you don’t like flower crowns, wreaths made of flowers) and brings back all kinds of stuff he finds while he’s out exploring.

He is one very curious boy, meaning he always wants to see what you’re doing. He loves what you create and gets excited whenever you finish a drawing or an animation.

Raven doesn’t listen to music often, but he has come to really appreciate the music you play throughout the day. It somehow slows his mind down a bit, making it a bit less hectic.

You two balance each other out quite well. Raven can be a bit snarky and holds grudges. So you show him other perspectives and be a bit more polite. He does the same for you, showing that you don’t always have to give people endless second chances.

Raven loves your soft hair, to him it’s addicting to touch. He just can’t help but nuzzle his face into your hair. It’s soft, it’s you, it’s perfect.

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Hope you enjoyed.

[sunlitmcgee]

A Simple Thanks

Typing this up the day before my graduation so it isn’t too rushed. It’s long, but if you’ve followed me from AO3 or just chill on my blog in general, feel free to glance under the cut and to witness my sappy rambles.

 So...me, huh? Most of you know me. Most of you probably only know me through my various endnote rants on my AO3 works. You know my thoughts on the block people, mainly. As well as perhaps very vague details about my traumas and how they’ve influenced my views of the block people story, specifically c!Tommy and all he represents. I have always tried to be vague in those rambles. For privacy reasons, mainly. But also just coz I know that I don’t owe you guys anything more than what’s written in my silly little fics and the triggers in the notes on the top.

 But, as I’m sure a few of you have noticed, I am actually gonna be graduating from high school soon. Tomorrow, to be precise! Crazy, ain’t it? Bet at least a few of you are surprised to know that the guy behind those feelsy fluffy stories is barely an Adult TM.

Or maybe you aren’t surprised. IDK.

Adult. I am an adult. I was not an adult when I first started on my fics. When I started on Heal What Has Been Hurt, I was still not yet an adult. I have become an adult over the course of me writing the story, as well as others like it, but even still, I am only just now taking that government-mandated right of passage into proper independant adulthood. I ain’t a kid anymore! And boy, that’s fucking terrifying.

I’ve grown a lot, since I found the Dream SMP.

I’ve learned a lot about myself. About my traumas. About my past relationships. Both through the canon source material, and through the hours and hours and hours spent tip tapping away on my phone or keyboard as I poured a bit of my soul out into a Google Doc and sent it off for the world to see.

I haven’t been shy about how bitter I am towards DSMP canon. You all know my thoughts. CCs cut the shit and treat the abuse plotline with respect, c!emerald duo die in a hole, c!beeduo be nice to the boyo again or so help me I’mma disown yo asses, etc, etc...

But...despite all of that...I am genuinely so happy that I discovered this story. That I met these characters. That I got to see them, know them, watch them struggle and fall utterly in love with everything they had to say. C!Benchtrio are my darlings forever. And no amount of horrible writing can ever take that away from me. And no amount of horrible writing will ever stop me from loving them enough to write them over and over in my own stories, whether it be in something long running like HWHBH, or shorter one shots where I just get to have them there As I Fell In Love With Them, and hopefully in such a way to where you all can still Be In Love With Them, regardless of canon or ccs being stupid.

I’m glad I am in this fandom. I am never going to leave. I am never going to stop writing, for myself firstly, and for all you lovely people secondly. 

Even if I get busy with adult things.

Even if I get worn out and need to take breaks.

Even if I cry about lore every time I think of it to the point where I get a headache, I will NEVER give up on the DSMP as a whole. Nor will I stop writing for it. Nor will I stop loving what it meant before the ccs gave up.

And it’s gonna sound cheesy, i know. But were it not for all of your kind words of support, I doubt I’d ever have stuck with this story for as long as I have, nor that I would’ve ever come to love making stories of my own like I did long before my own exile.

And for that, I simple say, “Thank you. For being quite pog.”

But yeah. That’s all. I’mma go stand in a football field in a stupid robe now. Wish me luck, yall! :D

[ad1thi]

If your still doing fic recs, could u rec any soft stevetony ones?

absolutely!! this got pretty long so ive hidden most of it under a read-more so i don’t annoy people. a couple of authors feature more than once. ive tried to avoid that as much as possible, but if an author features more than once - take that as a sign that they have rly good stuff for soft stevetony

disclaimer: don’t forget to leave kudos and comments for every author!! (a disclaimer i regrettably forgot to add to previous fic rec lists but will be adding from now on)

soda pops: @starklysteve

If anybody asks, Steve would smile and say it was very romantic. Very Tony. Because if he went into any further detail, nobody would quite believe him.

Tony, on the other hand, would laugh and say that Steve’s in love with a man in a can. So, really, it wasn’t outside the natural progression of things.

me voy pa’l pueblo: @firebrands

two times steve walks away, and one time that tony walks with him.

/ or, my very fluffy take on my bingo card prompt "farewells." steve is on vacation when he meets tony.

fill for my stony bingo prompt: farewells; also for bookworminaslump on tumblr who asked for a tourist/knowledgeable local au!

Tumblr Ficlets:  @omg-just-peachy (this is 115 chapters of stevetony being soft!!)

A collection of enough tooth-rotting fluff to last a year, all in one place.

tender offerings: @omg-just-peachy

Five times Steve carried Tony to bed.

the best thing (is that it’s happening to you and me):  @captainstarkreportingforduty

Or, five times the team saw Steve Rogers and Tony Stark in love.

Sweet On You: @miniblackraven

It’s the 1940’s and Tony is working as a Donut Doll for the Red Cross. His job is to go around to various military bases and offer comfort food and conversation to homesick soldiers. He’s come to expect a lot of things in this job, but he doesn’t expect to fall in love with Captain America, the hottest most awkward soldier Tony has ever met.

Bespectacled Avengers Society (Membership of One):  @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah

Tony gets glasses. Glasses get a Tony. Steve loses his mind and walks into walls.

a flower crown for your love: @anthonyed

"There, there," Pepper cooed. "Tony likes flowers?" she said with a shred of doubt in her tone. But when Steve peered up, she's smiling her bright toothy smile. He squinted and she sighed, dropping her hand from his shoulder. "He does." she insisted. "Even more so than me."

if this was a movie: @omg-just-peachy

“One of our seniors is being generous with his time this year—by force of his own actions, but generous none the less—and he’d be happy to help you, I’m sure. Tony Stark? I’ll set something up for later this week. I think between the two of you you’ll be able to pull your average up enough to make it through to playoffs,” Coulson said, with that ever-hopeful lilt in his voice.

Or, Steve needs a calculus tutor, Tony is available, but how is Steve ever supposed to focus when he's been in love with Tony for ... his entire school life?

you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands

tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list

amore mio:  @brucewaynery

Tony has had it with Steve being dumb and reckless out in the field, he has a family to think about now, Steve promises him that he'll be with him, kingdom come.

(initially based on that one headcanon about Italian Tony yelling and gesticulating at Steve but Peter thinks he's doing some weird dance and tries to copy him, but it got very fluffy very quickly)

Lost My Mind in a Coffee Shop: @betheflame

“Boyo,” Bucky muttered to his best friend. “I swear to God that if you don’t ask that man for his number soon, I will create a Grindr profile for you and you will not like it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I am here to finish grading, not hit on men.”

“Can you not do both?” Natasha smirked. “Nearly tenured, historical genius, feels like something you should be able to multitask.”

&&&

In which Steve is a history professor and Tony's an engineering one and Bucky owns the joint where they have their meet cute.

AU-gust Chapter 7: @iam93percentstardust 

stevetony, childhood friends AU

Right Up The Road: @gottalovev

The day at the senate committee in Washington DC wasn't supposed to end with Tony and Steve transformed into animals by a baby witch. That said, the 350 miles trek back to the compound to get help promises to be quite an adventure too!

(or the adventures of Cat!Tony and Wolf!Steve - and how to readjust when you're back to human!)

i’ll take care of you: @elcorhamletlive

“Hi.”

Steve blinks. The sound of loud thunder roars outside, but he doesn’t jolt, too focused on the image in front of him to be startled by the noise.

He has no idea what to say, and he isn’t sure if the shock is because of Tony’s absolutely sodden state – his hair glued to his forehead, his clothes dripping with water, forming a small puddle in front of Steve’s door – or because he wasn’t expecting to see Tony for at least three more days.

“Hi?” he says, a little tentative, before his brain catches up to reality. In his defense, he was getting ready to sleep when Tony knocked. He looks at what Tony is holding – a wet mess that seems to have been a flower bouquet at some point. “What are you doing here?”

The Tally System:  @betheflame

Everyone on the team knew about the tally system.

Whenever Steve would save Tony - whether from a monster or from his own stupidity - he’d say, “tag”. Whenever Tony do the same, he’d say, “your turn”. Thor thought it was adorable, Clint thought it was ridiculous, Bruce refused to register an opinion.

Natasha thought it was something she could work with.

what’s mine is yours: @robertdowneyjjr

5 times Tony stole Steve’s clothes, and 1 time Steve returned the favor.

or

For a billionaire, Tony Stark really doesn't pay for a lot of what he wears.

I like Shiny Things But I’d Marry You With Paper Rings: @betheflame

Rhodey: I just confirmed with Sam that he’s going to make sure he cooks tonight and that his entire team is briefed. I’m heading over now to strategically arrange a fuck ton of ficus trees to block them from gen pop.

Pepper: They’re not getting engaged in a prison, Jimmy.

Rhodey: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers show up to Circe on a Saturday night in May and you watch every person in that restaurant turn into someone I’d rather arrest than eat with.

****

In which Tony and Steve get engaged, but they're kind of extra about it, because they are always themselves

the road to the stars: @shell-heads

Tony is seven years old when he sees the ballet for the first time and meets his future pas de deux partner.

His father is invited to sweet-talk politicians into a new weapons deal and explain his latest idea for their program, and his mom goes to catch up with old friends she hasn't seen in years, but Tony goes because his mom had smiled down at him and told him he would love it.

His mom's never wrong.

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In which boy genius Tony Stark meets girl wonder Natasha Romanoff at the ballet, and they fit their broken little pieces together to make something beautiful on the dance floor.

Steve? He's just a dumb, awful, chaotic, extremely supportive older brother that really should just shut up and admit he likes Tony a lot more than he pretends, because Natasha only has five people in the world she likes; it only makes sense her two favorites would fall in love with one another.

They always were a little slow, though.

A Second Chance To Take it Slow: @omg-just-peachy

Tony loves his adopted son, Peter, but that doesn't stop him from wishing he had someone to do this whole parenting thing with. After a failed one night stand, Tony's parent-teacher conference with Mr. Rogers comes with quite the surprise.

Wake Up!: @randomstufffromotherblogs

Tony came home from a business trip and is woken up by his husband and their three-year old.

pull me closer to love:  @captainstakreportingforduty (part of a series)

“A Mother’s Day card? For... Tony?” Steve clarifies, and can’t help the smile on his face as six familiar little heads nod in response.

“But... guys, Tony’s not—“ he pauses and takes a breath, any explanation dying in his throat against the excited gleam in everyone’s eyes. “Why do you guys want to do that, hmm?"

compromises:  @robertpattisons (when i looked up OP on tumblr, this is the blog i was directed to - but i sincerely apologise if ive gotten it wrong)

Steve should have expected it, he really should have.

There were regulations that came with dating Tony Stark. Things that were clear and things that they needed to work through.

Things like how Steve always got strawberry ice cream, while Tony got rocky road. Or when Steve needed to get his homework done before he was down to make out - even though Tony always got his way.

Things like that were clear

all that you are is all that i’ll ever need: @natasharxmanov

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers announced their engagement on Good Morning America through Tony Stark’s previous secretary now CEO, Pepper Potts. And over this past weekend, I got the chance to sit down with them both, to visit their home and attend their gala, all to write this article about the most powerful couple in the world.

(Or, the fic in which Tony and Steve get married.)

(i won’t ever) trade my mistakes: @brucewaynery

Toddler Peter, painting a masterpiece with his dad.

aka: a dumb amount of family fluff to help you power through the week

[deniigi]

will we be getting anyting spooky for this year? "ain't afraid of no ghost!" fed my halloween loving soul.

hi!!

I’m a little burnt out with writing right now, BUT I do have a piece from the Selkie Verse that’s a little bit ghostly/scary. I can’t remember if I posted it here already or not, but I’ll give it to you (again?)

It’s like 8k so be prepared!

Title: ember ghosts

Summary: Flash forces Peter, Ned, and MJ to go ghost hunting in a local cemetery. Peter decides to add a little pizzazz to this trip in the form of Resident Dead Hero Jack Murdock to get back at Flash. Things, as they are wont, go terribly wrong.

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Matt’s new coat was white and incredibly heavy; Peter learned that last part upon dragging MJ and Ned over to catch Matt in the act of grooming it.

He barked at them and the volume of the sound locked Peter into place for a minute before he came back to himself and hustled in to go flop down next to Matt and ask him if he needed help first, and then secondly, if his dad was busy.

Matt felt for his chin and then jerked his face close.

“What business do you have with him?” he asked.

Stories about baby seals, obviously.

Matt tossed him away.

“You’re not borrowing my father’s spirit to scare Flash,” he said.

MJ and Ned came over to join the pleading session.

“But Mr. Murdock’s the biggest ghost ever,” Peter lamented.

“He’s a normal sized spirit, not a ghost,” Matt sniffed at him as he gathered up his fur rug from the floor and started picking through it in his lap.

The gesture he used was mesmerizing. He dragged the fur back the wrong way until he found something he didn’t like, then used the last three fingers on his hand to scrape at it until it was vanquished. He pulled his whole hand over the place again and carried on down the stripe he was making until he found another knot or bit of dirt or something to scratch at.

“Can I try?” Ned asked.

Matt’s face jerked his way and he dragged even more of the coat into his lap.

“No touching,” he said.

“I thought Foggy’s coat was the white one?” MJ asked.

Matt gathered his coat even further in offense.

“It will shed,” he said. “It is a new coat.”

“It’s baby fur,” Peter told the others. “Foggy said—”

He got a face full of baby fur and could now confirm that it was soft and fluffy and amazing. He could sleep in this.

“It’s a new coat,” Matt emphasized. “Annoying me will not unlock access to my old man.”

Boo on you, sealman.

“I’m gonna ask your mom then,” Peter declared.

He got yanked down before he was even all the way up.

Matt held his chin again.

“He’s a spirit,” he said. “And a hero. Say it with me.”

“He’s a spirit and a hero,” Peter repeated.

Matt shoved him away.

“If you ask him very nicely, he might be interested in having some time away from the church. But not too long. He can’t be away from Mum for too long, you hear?”

That was permission.

“We hear,” Peter promised. “Should we bring Sister Maggie an offering?”

Matt huffed and stood up. He left his pile of coat behind him and the urge to pet it behind his back was insurmountable. Peter met Ned and MJ’s eyes and bounced his brows. MJ shook her head.

Matt returned from the table and held something out towards the coat. MJ leaned forward and plucked it out of his hand.

“A comb?” she asked.

“Tell her its teeth are too wide,” Matt said. “Go get a bouquet of flowers—no roses, Peter. Go for hyssop if you can find it.”

Copy that.

“Be gone with you.”

“You’re my favorite teammate,” Peter said.

“I said begone,” Matt sniffed.

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 “You think he should have just kept it anyways?” MJ asked on the way to May’s friend Tonya’s place.

Ned took the comb from her and held it up to the sun.

“What do you think it’s made out of?” he asked.

Knowing the selkies? Probably teeth.

The other two stared at Peter.

He shrugged.

“Johnny says selkies are obsessed with guarding their teeth,” he said. “So maybe it’s whale bone or something.”

Ned huffed.

“Maybe it’s turtle shell,” he said.

Maybe.

“Why not roses?” MJ asked Peter.

Oh, well that was easy enough.

“There’s not really a kind of rose that isn’t a curse for Mr. Murdock,” he said. “It’s all friendship this, scorned lover that. And from the sounds of it, he doesn’t like them. Hyssop is a sacrifice flower, so you know. It’s an offering for both him and Sister Maggie.”

MJ tapped at her lip.

“Do you think we should cover our basis with a can of sardines, too?” she asked.

Well, it couldn’t hurt.

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 Tonya, upon learning that the flowers Peter was seeking were to be given to a ‘selkie and her young man’ (in her words) went a little overboard.

She stuffed the hyssop in as an afterthought among a tryptic of sunflowers in a bed of bursting blue cornflowers. She mused on a pink rose or two to top the whole thing off, until Peter informed her that the son of the recipients had warned against it.

She said hollyhock would have to do, and then she gave Peter a basket of herbs for drying back home. She said to leave them outside when he went in to talk to the selkie.

Tonya’s apprentice said nothing the whole time and stared at Peter like he was scum while she snipped the low leaves off the stems of black-eyed susans. Peter resolutely didn’t look at her or her fancy, pale-eyed familiar.

She was a poser, anyways.

“Tell me how it goes,” Tonya hummed, draping herself across the desk and humming. “I wish I could bag a selkie. Imagine it, Missy. Strong handsome man comes up from the banks and—”

“The banks of the Hudson, Ms. Rice?” Missy said scathingly.

Tonya considered this then shrugged.

“He’s shower first,” she said.

Peter and the others said bye.

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 Sister Maggie was suspicious of the flowers. But to be fair, she was suspicious of pretty much everything. She accepted the comb back much more comfortably.

“You want Jackie?” she asked once that was done.

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter said.

“What for?”

A reckoning.

“One of our classmates is a jerk,” MJ said. “He’s forcing everyone in our club to go ghost-hunting with him even though no one wants to. So we thought we’d give him a run for his money, but we didn’t want to like, disturb anyone or raise the dead or whatever.”

Sister Maggie’s eyebrow arched and Peter swore that she was going to start in for a lecture. He braced himself.

It did not come.

“That’s considerate of you,” she said instead. “How long do you need him for?”

“Like, just a few hours? Fourish?” MJ said.

“Let me ask him,” Sister Maggie said. “I think he’ll be interested, he’s been rolling balls back to the wains all day. It’s only fun for the first five times.”

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 Mr. Murdock was a good four inches taller than Matt and around forty or fifty pounds heavier. He looked like he could carry all the babies at St. Agnes’s all at the same time if he wanted to. But, having seen the guy in action (i.e. hopelessly lost in the tunnels of the great seanchaidh), Peter now knew that he was kind of a St. Bernard burdened with a troublesome wife and son.

“Have fun,” Sister Maggie said.

Mr. Murdock huffed at her and said that he ‘shan’t’ and it made her laugh as she closed the door behind them all.

“I’m not a ghost,” he told Peter, ignoring the other two’s shock and awe.

“A spirit,” Peter said. “Yeah, I know. But Flash is a dick and you don’t like bullies, right?”

Mr. Murdock’s jaw worked.

“What kind of bully, now?” he asked.

“He calls us names and talks shit behind our backs and runs into me on purpose in the hall during passing period,” Peter said.

“Easy fix for that,” Matt’s dad said with a hand wave.

“Mr. Murdock, I can’t fight him. I’ll break him in half,” Peter said. “Fighting is only for spiders.”

Mr. Murdock did not understand. That was okay, he and Matt only understood the language of hitting people. It was genetic.

“If you can just like, do the glowy thing right behind him tonight when we go to this crypt, that would be super helpful,” Peter said.

“You glow?” Ned asked Mr. Murdock.

Mr. Murdock was not convinced.

“How will me standing over a guy get him to stop bullying you?” he asked.

That…was maybe a fair point.

“It’ll scare him,” Ned said. “And it’ll be all his fault and everyone will blame him and he’ll feel stupid for having made everyone go along with his dumb idea.”

Mr. Murdock considered him and then looked back to Peter.

“Just go with it,” Peter said. “It’s a teenager thing. It’s how we keep each other humble.”

 ---

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-

 Mr. Murdock didn’t want to wait with them until nightfall. He wanted to be with Matt. That was his second favorite place to be, apparently, after hanging around Sister Maggie, but Peter got the feeling that Matt would talk Mr. Murdock out of some good, honest revenge and into some Catholic guilt if they were stuck together. So he gave him the next best thing.

Foggy was basically a vengeful spirit.

He laughed really hard at the idea of Mr. Murdock going around scaring kids in a cemetery.

“No, no,” he said. “Here, you must—Jack, can you hold things?”

Peter snapped his head back to Mr. Murdock.

“Some,” Mr. Murdock said.

“How much can you lift?” Foggy asked.

Mr. Murdock squinted at him.

“I don’t like the question,” he said.

Foggy abandoned them all to go dig through one of his kitchen drawers. He came back with tiny bottle and held it out to Peter.

“Mix it with some lamp oil,” he said.

Peter took the bottle.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Ask not what you don’t want the answer to,” Foggy said. “Just mixy-mix, boyo. Here, I’ve even got a lantern around here somewhere. Jack, we need to dress you for the part.”

Peter paused and turned to look up at Mr. Murdock’s dark eyes and thick hair.

Dress? Him?

You could dress a spirit?

“Why not?” Foggy said. “You, my dear sir, need a coat and a flatcap.”

Mr. Murdock’s whole expression dropped.

“I’m not playing some ghostly lighthouse man in the middle of New York City,” he said.

“You are,” Foggy said seriously. “For your people, Jack. Think about your people. And fix that accent, I know you’ve got a brogue in you.”

 Peter took Mr. Murdock home with him when he and the others split off to reconvene at the cemetery at 8 o’clock. Mr. Murdock rode the train like a champ. It was cramped from the rush hour traffic and Peter entertained himself by watching Mr. Murdock lay his hands tenderly on top of those belonging to douchebags who were plenty tall enough to hold onto the upper bar but who couldn’t be assed to look away from their phones to realize this.

One guy yelped at Mr. Murdock’s touch on his knuckles and ripped his hand off, only to see nothing there. Everyone around him stared at him.

He coughed and reached up for the overhead rail.

Mr. Murdock abandoned him to squeeze through the carriage to the back. He found a pregnant woman standing beside a group of teenagers all listening to music. Peter watched as he inspected the lady’s phone in her hand and then her face. He tapped on the top of the phone so it fell right out of her loose grip, and the woman jumped. The kids all startled at the sound of the phone hitting the ground and two jumped up to pick it up for her. One offered her his seat.

She thanked them and carefully, carefully sat down.

Mr. Murdock watched this with no expression.

Peter swallowed a giggle.

Jonathan ‘Jack’ Murdock. Lighthouse Ghost Impersonator and Subway Manners Enforcer.

 ---

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-

 “Oh, hey there, long time no see,” May said to Mr. Murdock when Peter got home. “You’re going with Pete and the others tonight?”

Mr. Murdock said nothing.

Peter recounted his poltergeist from earlier for him. May thought it was just delightful.

“I told him to take Johnny,” she said. “But you might be even better.”

“They should just fight it out,” Mr. Murdock said.

“Mm. School authorities won’t go for it,” May said. “So I’m afraid we must stoop to witchcraft.”

 ---

--

-

 Mr. Murdock didn’t know the full glory of Youtube, so Peter spent the next few hours snacking and showing him clips of old vines. Then, when it was time to go, he turned to google how to use an oil lamp. Mr. Murdock watched him struggle for a good five minutes before reaching over him and showing him how.

“Did you and Matt not have electricity in Ireland?” Peter asked him.

Mr. Murdock huffed.

“No, I just uh. I guess I had an interest in maritime shit since I was a kid.”

Ohhh.

“Is that how you met Sister Maggie?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock’s lip quirked up a little.

“No,” he said. “But we got there anyways, didn’t we?”

 ---

--

-

 “Do you not like roses?” Peter asked him on the way to the train station.

“They all smell like soap,” Mr. Murdock said as he followed Peter down the steps to the station. He was wearing the hat that Foggy had impressed on him. It was a strange thing; Foggy had marked it with a piece of chalk under the brim before handing it over and it seemed to have made it ghost-apparel. He didn’t have a big scary coat, but he did have a scarf and between that and the hat and the lantern, Mr. Murdock was plenty old-timey lighthouse man.

“Not all of them,” Peter said. “Some smell like lemon.”

“That’s what they want you to think,” Mr. Murdock said over the heads of folks by the train. “S’all soap.”

 ---

--

-

 “Did you every hunt for ghosts when you were a kid?” Peter asked when they were approaching the gates of the meeting place. May had given him a bag full of offerings to place on graves when people he was with weren’t looking. Some mandarin oranges and little bouquets of lavender and zinnias with sprigs of baby’s breath. They were pretty. Peter had something like twenty in among the fruit.

“No, the dead never bothered me half as much as the living,” Mr. Murdock said.

That sounded kind of angsty.

“How did you become a hero?” Peter asked.

“Kind of a long, boring story,” Mr. Murdock said. “The short of it, I guess, is that I did a lot of shit for the fae and they appreciated it.”

“Johnny’s starstruck of you,” Peter pointed out. “He thinks you’re like, super cool. He told me you smell really good.”

Mr. Murdock glanced down at him.

“It’s a sign of status for the fae to be attached to a hero,” he said.

Oh???

“Am I a hero? Does Johnny get a boost from being with me?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock shrugged.

“You’re both pretty young to be able to know or tell,” he said. “And you’re a witch. So unless you’re a hero-witch, I got nothin’ for you.”

Ah, well. It was worth a shot.

“There’s Ned, that’s our cue. Here, you can take the lantern. I’ll point Flash out to you,” Peter said.

Mr. Murdock took the lantern Peter held out to him without complaint while Peter fumbled through his pockets for a lighter.

He held it out.

“Do you want me to light it or are you okay?” he asked.

“You light it,” Mr. Murdock said. “This is heavy for me in this shape.”

 ---

--

-

 Mr. Murdock took the lantern and left Peter to go meet MJ and Ned. The light had vanished by the time Peter looked back.

“I think Mr. Murdock’s a little sad,” he told the others.

“Ghost separation anxiety?” MJ offered.

“Maybe it’s harder for him to be with people who aren’t his family. Maybe he’s tired,” Ned said.

Yeah, maybe.

“Or maybe he’s a softie who doesn’t like scaring people,” MJ said. “But that means that Matt got his nonsense gene from the nun side.”

It wasn’t implausible.

“Hey, are you guys coming?” Abe tossed back at them. He was prepared with two flashlights and a backpack with a bulky mobile charger in his pocket. He’d said that he wasn’t falling for ‘any ghost shit’ that night and no one was making any ‘dumbass mistakes’ on his watch.

Peter thought that Abe might try to punch Mr. Murdock in the gut. He and MJ agreed to separate him from Flash as soon as possible.

 ---

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-

 Flash insisted on leading the charge—of course he did. Peter hung back a ways so that he could set offerings on graves. Ned told kept reminding him that he didn’t have to do it for every single one, and obviously Peter knew that. But some of the graves deserved stones on them and a quick prayer. That was just being polite.

Flash caught him at it and asked him if he was scared. Peter told him to mind his own business.

“We’re here to find ghosts, not feed them,” Flash volleyed back.

Peter pointed at him in a way that he hoped was dramatic enough for Mr. Murdock to catch sight of it from wherever he was.

“If they’re eatin’ these, they aren’t eatin’ me,” he said. He offered Flash an orange. “You want one?”

Ned snickered.

“You’re not funny, Parker,” Flash sighed. His breath clouded around him. “Come on, it’s not too much further.”

 ---

--

-

 The ‘crypt’ was actually a mausoleum, as Peter had expected. It was tall and made of stone and Peter could tell immediately that it was of no one of import to the local necromancers.

Even the vultures had declared the folks in this one too boring for their rituals. It was probably a family thing. A bunch of folks who were ordinary but devout. Maybe they had a little money and chose to spend it in death.

Everyone had their own thing.

Peter had oranges and flowers, for example. He snuck around the corner to set one onto the ground by the stone.

His breath puffed out around it and misted away and Peter paused before standing up out of his stoop. He could feel a breeze on his cheeks. He looked up and around.

“Mr. Murdock?” he breathed.

Nothing.

No lantern light.

“You’re not my ghost,” Peter whispered. “I’m just leavin’ a snack, okay?”

The breeze seemed to vanish.

Cool.

“Don’t mind my spirit friend. He’s big and kinda glowy, but he’s not one of you,” Peter said.

“Peter?”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “But this other idiot is gonna try to climb onto your grave. Sorry about him. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.”

The leaves at his feet blew up and scattered around the orange.

“No problem.” Peter said. “Bye now.”

He hurried back to the others.

 ---

--

-

 The main problem was that none of them knew how roman numerals worked and, surrounded by ghosts, looking it up on the internet was kind of challenging.

MJ and Ned gave Peter pointed looks when he came back to join them.

They knew Peter could read roman numerals. He was assigned the task of keeping his mouth shut without anyone having to tell him.

“Maybe they don’t want to be read,” Felicia said.

“Correct,” Abe agreed. “No reading. I can’t read. None of us can read. This is a blessing of ignorance, given to us by the Lord.”

Flash stared at them.

“X is ten,” he deadpanned.

“Damnit, Flash,” Abe said.

“What’s L?” Flash said. “And M?”

“Code,” Ned chimed in.

He got flat eyebrows all around.

“We live in the twenty-first century,” Flash told the stone. “Just use normal numbers like everyone else.”

The wind kicked up a bit in offense.

“Alright, well, now what?” Abe said. “Not a single ghost so far. Only a creepy stone in a creepy yard with a creepy—oh shit. Turn off the light.”

Say what now?

“Keeper,” Abe snapped over his shoulder, pointing away from them towards a floating light. “Turn ‘em off or we’ll get kicked out.”

Oh.

The lantern.

Peter joined the others in turning off their lights and hiding on the other side of the mausoleum.

“You’d have thought it would be too late for working,” Felicia whispered.

“It’s a graveyard,” MJ whispered back. “The time you need the most coverage is night.”

“Are they still there?” Abe asked.

Flash peeked out from around the stone.

“No,” he said.

Peter untensed his shoulders and stepped out.

“What if it’s not a keeper?” he asked. “What if it’s a—”

“Huh-uh. No,” Abe snapped. “We’re not asking stupid questions tonight, remember, Parker? I specifically said this not 10 minutes ago. No stupid questions.”

Abe had seen a few horror movies, it would seem.

“Alright, alright. No stupid questions,” Peter said. “It’s just—that doesn’t look like a flashlight to me.”

Ned made a show of looking around.

“It’s gone, it doesn’t look like anything to anyone,” he said.

“This is exciting,” Felicia anxiety-giggled.

“It’s not,” MJ sighed. “Well, we’re already here. Might as well keep going.”

The others all turned towards her.

“Wait, you mean, go further?” Flash asked.

MJ shrugged.

“We’re only like, part of the way in,” she said.

Peter surveyed the space beyond their current alley of monuments. The light from the two floodlights at the gated entrance was already weak. Further out, there wouldn’t be light until they hit the war memorial way, way in the back.

That was a plenty big enough stretch.

“Guys? Did it get foggy?” Felicia asked.

Peter shivered.

He had about ten oranges left and an equal number of flower packets.

Welp.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Before it rolls in thicker.”

 ---

--

-

 The grass seemed to get wetter and wetter with every yard and Peter had started to see things out of the corners of his eyes. Shadows. Little flickers of light.

He felt MJ’s fingers sink into his jacket sleeve as he watched an extra set of legs follow behind them in the jerky shadows jostled around by the flashlights.

Abe froze twice, each time to take a deep steady breath and to remind himself that he was not asking stupid questions.

Flash laughed at him, but the sound was strained and a little hysterical. Felicia had grabbed ahold of one of each of their arms up ahead. Ned touched Peter’s shoulder.

“Where is he?” he whispered.

Peter shrugged.

“He’s lantern man,” he said. “We’ll see him.”

“In the mist?”

Mmmm. Okay maybe they should have brought Johnny after all.

 ---

--

-

 They were halfway to the war memorial when the lights above it suddenly went out. MJ’s fingers dug deep into Peter’s sleeve. Ned gasped.

“Dude,” Flash’s voice said in the dark. “That’s not cool. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t you talk to it,” Abe snapped. “Don’t you dare talk to it. Just walk. Don’t ask questions. Just walk.”

Peter felt wind against his cheeks. He shivered.

Mr. Murdock wouldn’t fuck with the lights, would he? Was he that strong?

Peter thought he was supposed to be a spirit, not a ghost. And he’d seemed kind of tired earlier. Surely he hadn’t fallen asleep or something, right?

There was a loud rustle to the right of their group and Peter jumped, which made MJ jump, which made Felicia yelp.

The rustle carried on. It was punctuated with a horrible, wet-sounding slap all of the sudden.

“Wh—what was that?” Flash asked.

Another slap rang out, then another. Followed by the sound of something dropping into leaves. Something…heavy.

“Nice try, slugger,” Mr. Murdock growled.

Actually growled. Like an angry tiger or something.

Peter shivered hard.

This guy hadn’t been scared at all. He’d been preparing himself.

To fight.

Fuck.  

Abort mission. Abort, abort, abort.

“We need to leave,” Peter said sharply.

“Agreed,” MJ said.

“Yep,” Ned said.

“You speak my language finally,” Abe said. “About-face and—”

“Don’t move,” Mr. Murdock said dangerously.

Peter felt his body turn to ice.

“Who’s there?” Flash asked.

“They’re mine,” Mr. Murdock rumbled. “Hands off, ya fuckin’ lowlife. Yeah, get back to your hole. Go on.”

Oh, okay.

Fun times with the undead. Peter should have brought holy water.

“Wh—who’s there?” Flash asked again in a cracking voice.

The sound of metal clanking met them and then an orange flash crackled into sight. And there was Mr. Murdock. Six foot two and missing his hat. He looked huge and solid and his shoulders glowed ever so slightly.

Flash and Felicia and Abe gasped.

“Y’all better be moving along,” Mr. Murdock said, meeting Peter’s eyes seriously.

“Are—are you a ghost?” Felicia whispered.

Mr. Murdock flicked his eyes down at her and they didn’t reflect the light from the lantern.

“Folks call me ‘Jack,’” he said, holding out the lantern. “Or they used to. Nowadays, the little ones call me ‘John.’ This is a ritual grounds tonight, kids. Bad night for a hunt for the living. Go on, I’ll see you out. Take this; your lights won’t work.”

MJ took out her flashlight and it clicked as she turned it on and then off.

“What kind of ritual?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock’s lips thinned.

“Go,” he said.

Peter’s chest expanded.

“Where are they?” he asked.

Mr. Murdock shook his head.

“Go,” he said again. “This isn’t for you, little witch.”

Peter heard the others’ shape intakes of air, but he held firm.

“You’re a spirit,” he said. “You can’t stop them.”

Mr. Murdock sighed and his shoulders fell slowly.

“I’m not just a spirit,” he said. “I’m a hero. I’ll see you out. Tell my son the name of this place. He’ll come in the morning.”

Wh—

No, wait.

“Don’t go,” Peter said.

But he was already gone. Felicia was left holding the lantern.

 ---

--

-

 They ran-slipped-fell all the way back the way they’d come. This time, Peter held his breath at the sound of too many feet hitting the wet pockets of mud around them. He heard Felicia sobbing and the lantern clanking dangerously ahead of them.

The floodlights at the entrance had gone out.

They had to carefully climb the fence and pass off the lantern one at a time until they were on the other said, panting.

Peter realized belatedly that he’d dropped the bag of grave offerings.

He dipped his head and clenched his fists.

He’d have to go back for it in the morning.

“You’re a witch,” Flash suddenly snapped at him.

“Lay off,” MJ said immediately.

“You’re a witch and you brought that—that guy with us?” Flash asked.

“It was supposed to be a joke,” Peter said.

“A joke?” Abe said. “You—Peter, witches aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Who was that?”

“No, you, a witch, thought it would be funny to bring some kind of spirit with us to a graveyard?” Flash demanded.

Peter huffed.

“Hey, you were a dick about this first,” Ned said. “The ghost dude is harmless.”

“Harmless?” Flash said. “Harmless? Yeah, fuckin’ streetfighter ghost is harmless.”

“He’s not a ghost,” Abe said, “He’s an actor. Peter that’s not cool, man. That’s not cool.”

“He’s not an actor,” Felicia said quietly.

The rest of them turned to see her holding the still-burning lantern. She was staring into it.

“His hands were so cold,” she whispered.

Abe executed a full-body shiver.

“Well, now what?” he asked. “We’ve trespassed, found a ghost, and nearly got ritualed to death. What else do we need to do to learn that this was a bad idea all along?”

Peter looked up at the gate.

“Dark magic,” he said.

MJ and Ned turned towards him.

“Peter, you’re not going back in there,” Ned said.

“I took charge of the spirit,” Peter said, setting his jaw. “I’m not going back on my word to a selkie.” He jerked back. “I need my familiar,” he said. “You guys can go.”

“Your…familiar?” Abe said slowly. “Peter. Peter, you are not a witch.”

“He’s not a familiar like others are, maybe, but he’s mine,” Peter said. “And he’ll know how to help the spirit.”

Ned and MJ exchanged glances.

“Okay?” Ned said. “Well, where is he?”

 ---

--

-

 Johnny answered his phone and said he’d been 20 minutes. They were the longest 20 minutes of Peter’s life and were spent primarily being interrogated by Abe, Flash, and Felicia.

They were understandably upset by the set-up, and then understandably upset by the fact that they were, in fact, living in ignorance of a whole multi-dimensional plane.

Abe demanded to know if genies were real, and Peter could only say that they probably were.

“Just so I’m clear here,” Flash said. “You went and borrowed your local seal-person’s husband for a jump-scare for us and now we are waiting on a fire demon to help us rescue the seal-person’s undead husband from some evil witches trying to raise the dead?”

Peter chewed a few fingers.

“That’s the gist of it, yeah,” he said.

“PARKER.”

“PETER. OH MY GOD.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Abe sobbed.

“I was appeasing the spirits,” Peter snapped at them. “Why do you think I brought all those oranges? Do I look like I’m vitamin C deficient?”

“You’re a witch,” Felicia said. “You’re a witch. That’s insane. How do you—”

“I’m not a witch,” Peter sighed. “I’m—I’m a—I’m almost a witch.”

“Clearly,” Abe said.

“Hey, leave him alone,” Ned jumped in. “It’s no one’s fault this happened. We all thought we were walking into a totally different situation.”

“Yeah, except Mr. Ghost Man,” Flash said. “He knew what was up. Why didn’t you listen to him? Or, I dunno, read the undead-people signs?”

“Because he’s not my family spirit,” Peter snapped at him. “And he’s not a ghost. He’s a spirit, and not like a spirit, even. He’s a—it’s hard to explain. I don’t even know what he is. He’s just different. He’s like an inbetween kind of—”

“He’s a hero.”

They all looked up to see Johnny standing there in blue with a black knitted scarf wrapped triple around his neck. His eyes flashed orange and red and gold. The ground swayed around him, light up by his internal lantern.

Everyone around Peter recoiled.

“What does that mean, Johnny?” Peter asked quietly. “I don’t understand.”

“It means that the spirits of the sea granted him another life in exchange for the protection he offered their people during his human one,” Johnny said. “You should know by now, Peter; the fae work in exchanges.”

“He already made his deal,” Peter said. “I don’t understand.”

“His deal as a human was fulfilled. His soul is safe with his selkie, only she can shepherd it. It will go to the Otherworld, where he will stay in comfort. But he’s chosen to stay here--as a hero. In this world. And as long as he is here and not in the Otherworld, his purpose is to protect humans and fae, to protect them from each other if he must, as he stands now with a foot on both sides of the line.”

Peter felt his breath coming slowly again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“Because,” Johnny said with a sudden smile. “Your soul is already mine—we share a heart remember? I don’t need you getting stupid ideas—imagine if you decided to become a hero, then died and decided to stick around these parts instead of letting me take you to the Otherworld. You’d drive yourself mad, Peter. You’d never sleep ever again.”

Peter blinked.

“You lied to me?” he asked.

“I’m a fire demon,” Johnny said. “We listen to truths. We don’t have to tell them.”

Wow.

“Know that I’m really upset with you right now,” Peter said.

Johnny bobbed his head.

“But you’re more upset about the hero,” he said. “No need for that. He didn’t become a hero by dumb luck, and anyways, look at his kid. He’ll be fine; he’s the original material. A little dark magic isn’t gonna tear him up. He’s probably just gonna—”

There was a flash like miniature lightening through the bars of the gate.

“I take it back,” Johnny said. “Whoopsy-daisy. Come on, now, heart-boy. Up and over.”

 ---

--

-

 Peter landed on the other side of the gate right into mud that hadn’t been there a moment earlier.

“What’s going on?” he asked as Johnny hopped down with him.

“Big, wet,” Johnny said. “Dark, dark magic. Gross. Sticky. Here, we need more light.”

Little embers glittered in the throw of fire that expanded Johnny’s lantern lights. It brightened the space substantially and when Peter looked down, the ground was dry.

“Dude,” Flash said. “You know what? I’m convinced.”

“Johnny Storm is a fire demon,” Abe wept into his hands.

“Stay here,” Peter told Ned and MJ, we’ll be—”

“BACK. BACK. BACK.”

Johnny slammed Peter against the fence and let out a hiss that sounded like water hitting a scalding piece of metal. Peter’s heart throbbed. Johnny slowly released the pressure on him and made a clicking noise.

“I think,” he said after a moment. “That perhaps I am not a big enough fire.”

Dude, what?

Johnny turned to him.

“Sorry,” he said sadly. “More and more are waking up every second. They’re heavy.”

Dude, what?

“I’m really sorry,” Johnny said. “But uh. I think I need to, uh—”

“Need to what, Johnny?” MJ demanded on the other side of the fence.

Johnny looked like he was going to cry.

 ---

--

-

 “JONATHAN STORM.”

Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary.

“Sue,” Johnny pleaded. “Not here. Not now. There’s hero in the—”

“Oh, I see him,” Sue Storm said, looming. “He’s doing just fine. He’ll hold on for long enough for me to—”

“It’s my fault,” Peter blurted out. “I called him here.”

Sue Storm’s blue eyes seemed to blaze in the dark.

“Don’t blame him,” Johnny said. “I’ll take it. He’s my human. I’ll take it.”

“This is dark magic,” Sue said. “None of you should be here. This earth will turn sodden under the spell of these monsters. The hero will return it to balance. You two, in the meantime, are no heroes. Not even halves of one.”

Peter felt his face burning.

“He’s the selkie’s, Sue,” Johnny said quietly. “He’s not long a hero. Please help him?”

Sue Storm chewed her tongue, gazing holes into Johnny’s face. Johnny looked away first.

“Which selkie?” she demanded.

“Her name is Margaret,” Peter said.

Sue’s face jerked his way. Her eyes widened and she turned back out towards the cemetery.

“Oh,” she said softly. “That selkie. She’s more like us.”

Peter frowned.

“I don’t—” he started.

“She honors the earth and its fae even though she’s sea folk,” she said. She sighed heavily. “Alright, fine. I’ll help. But for the hero, not either of you, you hear? Johnny, you’ll need to make things right with the selkie. She’ll be furious. She’s been nothing but kind to our people. We can’t repay her like this.”

“Will do,” Johnny said.

“Stay here,” Sue said. “All of you. The curse has got into you. We’ll break it all at once.”

Oh shit.

MJ and Ned turned slowly towards Peter.

“Curse?” Ned asked.

Peter groaned.

---

--

-

 “It’s a friendship circle,” Johnny bubbled as Peter shoved him, once again, into the sigil he was trying to draw in the dirt at the cemetery entrance.

“I’m gonna salt you in and I will not regret it,” Peter threatened him.

“Johnny, come sit,” Ned said, patting the place between him and Felicia.

“Never,” Johnny hissed at him. “My heart is right—”

Peter left him to finish the circle. Johnny hurried to keep up with him.

Flash watched after him with furrowed eyebrows and a fist pressed to his mouth.

“This is not how this night was supposed to go,” he said.

“We didn’t even ask any stupid questions,” Abe sighed.

“What’s she doing out there?” Felicia asked.

Peter shoved Johnny’s flailing body towards her and finally finished the circle. He’d never made one this big. He started in on the protective signs around the interior.

“She’s a boggart!” Johnny chirped. “She’s boggart-ing!”

Peter felt the pause of the others more than he heard it.

“What does that mean?” Felicia asked.

“Oh. She’s a faerie of darkness,” Johnny said. “So she’s probably winding her way through all the posers and chasing them back to their hovels so that she can go chase the witches away from the hero and let him rest for a bit. She’ll guide him back if he’ll let her—which he might not. You never know with heroes. He might not want her smell on him.”

Peter had the feeling that Mr. Murdock was made of more sense than pride.

“How long will that take?” Abe asked.

Johnny made happy crackling sounds.

“Who knows! Depends on the witches,” he said. “Depends on how many people she needs to terrify. Boggarts get power through fear. The more spirits she scares, the faster she’ll be.”

Peter moved Ned’s backpack out of the way and carried on.

There was a lull.

“Peter, what are you doing?” Felicia asked.

“Protection circle,” MJ said for him.

“Oh.”

There was another silence.

“Where did you learn that?” Abe asked.

“His aunt’s a full witch. She does business in herbs, potions, and materials for their part of Forest hills,” Ned said.

“Oh.”

Flash and Abe scooted forward to let Peter in behind him. They watched him.

“That’s pretty cool, actually,” Felicia said. “Thanks for that.”

A mumbled thanks went around the whole group. Peter finished the final marks and stepped carefully over them into the circle.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed, flopping down and dragging Johnny away from Ned. “I should have known better. I think the ghosts were trying to warn me from the start. I should have listened better.”

More awkward silence.

“Well, it sounds like the fighting’s calmed down,” MJ said. “Mr. Murdock should be okay.”

Yeah.

“Wait,” Abe said. “Isn’t that your boss, MJ?”

Welp.

“Ghost man is my boss’s dad,” MJ sighed.

“Oh my god,” Felicia giggled. “You guys roped your boss’s dad into a practical joke?”

“He didn’t even want to scare you guys,” Peter groaned. “Man, I gotta learn how to read spirits. Johnny, how do I read spirits?”

“No idea. Spirits don’t like me. I’m too bright and obnoxious,” Johnny said.

“I’m un-bonding us,” Peter said. “You have nothing but bad advice and secrets.”

Johnny made kissy noises at him then scrambled up straight.

“Sue’s got the hero,” he said. “She’s arguing with him. Ahahaha.”

Peter cleared his throat. Johnny startled.

“Right, sorry,” he said. “She’s uh. Trying to convince him to come with her, but he’s refusing to look at her. Smart guy, you know that? Name a boggart and they’ll go off on you. He doesn’t want to chance it. Sue’s telling him that she’ll do the invisible thing so he doesn’t see her and he’s not into it, guys.”

Peter took it back. Maybe Mr. Murdock had too much sense for his own good.

“Can you talk to him?” Felicia asked.

“Who? Hero-man? Nah. I can just feel Sue’s frustration,” Johnny said. “Sibling bond, forever. You know?”

No, Johnny. No one knew. The only people with siblings in the circle were MJ and Abe.

“You’re so annoying,” MJ said.

“Aw, I like you too,” Johnny tittered.

Peter yanked him back and prayed that Mr. Murdock would give into the inevitable soon.

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 “Look? See? No trouble. Not even a little trouble. Did I lie to you?”

Peter snapped awake and shook himself. He blinked into the dark until the shapes of bodies appeared before him as the other woke up too. They all turned around to see the dark outline of Sue standing on the other side of the fence.

Mr. Murdock’s tall shape was there too.

They looked…uh.

Kinda scuffed up, actually, hair-wise and scratches and bruises--the whole thing.

“Lord, she’s still talking to me,” Mr. Murdock said, facing away from Sue, now that Peter could see better.

“God is smart enough to see through you talking to him to talk to me,” She pointed out.

“Lord, you are so unknowable,” Mr. Murdock said pointedly.

“You know, for a fae hero, you’re sure religious.”

“Please see me through this period of suffering,” Mr. Murdock carried on. “And safely away from this hostile body and place.”

Johnny leapt up.

“You found him!” he cheered.

“Yes, of course I did,” Sue said. “He was fine, by the way. Meat-head here has anvils for hands.”

“I keep hearing voices, Lord,” Mr. Murdock said miserably. “Whatever sin it is I’ve committed, I’m willing to repent. But you’ve gotta help me out, man; the priest is convinced I’m a demon in his confession box.”

“Move,” Sue told Johnny. “Come one, Hero-man. We’re going through a fence. I dunno if you’ll fit with all those muscles.”

They all watched as Sue got a handful of the back of Mr. Murdock’s shirt and dragged him through the largest part of the gate uncomfortably.

“You did it!” she cheered. “Successful hero. Another quest fulfilled. Look at all these living children. And you even picked up a rock! That’s good for a young guy like—”

“I’m going back to the church and I’m never leaving,” Mr. Murdock finally told her directly.

“Oh,” Sue said. “You’re a church hero. That’s new.”

“I’m done. No more seals. No more mountains. No more lakes. No more cemeteries,” Mr. Murdock said, shaking himself and dragging his hands through his hair to smooth it out.

“Oh, wow, you’ve really been through it, huh?” Sue asked his back as he left them all in place.

“No more superpowers either,” Mr. Murdock said over his shoulder at her. He moved on ahead purposefully.

“I want him,” Sue told Johnny forcefully.

“He’s taken,” Johnny reminded her.

“He’s sturdy is what he is,” Sue said.

“Reed is sturdy,” Johnny pointed out.

Sue contemplated this.

“But he’s not fae,” she said.

Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Sue, we can throw your boyfriend into a graveyard of dark magic and let him fight his way home,” he said. “That’s something we can do. We can even time him.”

Sue drummed fingers across her face and slowly wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulders until his cheek was smushed up against hers against his will.

“You are so smart, little brother, sometimes I forget how smart you are,” she said.

She threw him away and straightened herself out.

“We’re hours from dawn,” she said. “We’re going home. Baby witch, you and my brother will apologize to the selkie tomorrow. I don’t think the hero wants to stay with you until then. I’m 90% sure, actually, the hero is already catching a train without you. The rest of you--”

She rounded on all of them.

“Do not play with ghosts, witches, spirits or any receptacle of them, do I make myself clear?”

Peter shrunk under her finger.

“Yes, ma’am,” they all mumbled.

She sniffed.

“Good,” she said. “Now we all need to go talk to baby’s witch’s mom. You have one hell of a curse hanging over you.”

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 May was not pleased.

May doused them all in six different herb waters and made them eat something foul that tasted like charcoal and rubbing alcohol.

Then they had to get sprayed off with the hose in the backyard until all the cemetery mud came off and only then did May send everyone home.

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 “Hey Peter?”

Peter looked up from his grinding in the doorframe the next morning—it as far as he was allowed at the present moment—and jumped at the whole group from the night before staring down at him.

He scrambled up.

“Uh, hi,” he said.

“Did you say sorry to the selkie yet?” Felicia asked him.

He almost wanted to shush her and check for passersby. May swore at something in the kitchen behind him. He edged forward and closed the door as far as he could without closing it all the way.

“No, not yet. What are you all doing here?” he asked.

He got a wave of eyebrows all around.

“We wanted to go with you and to say thanks. To the hero guy. You know. For uh, saving us from certain and horrible death,” Abe said.

Oh.

Oh.

“Let me, uh--give me just a second,” Peter said.

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 Matt was at his apartment and he opened the door at the third knock. He heard MJ clear her throat and started cackling immediately.

“Don’t be a dick,” MJ said. “Let us say thank you.”

Matt remained inarticulate.

“Oh my god,” he finally choked. “Do you know—I haven’t—He hasn’t been this mad since I ate fries off the street—hold oh. Oh my god.”

Ew, man. That’s disgusting.

“Pops, come on out,” Matt coaxed, wiping tears from his eyes and skirting fingers across his kitchen counter until he got to cupboard under the sink. “They just wanna say sorry, Dad. It’s okay. There’s no secret second quest.”

Mr. Murdock refused to exit his newfound home.

Matt snickered so hard his shoulders shook. He stood up and found his counter to lean his elbows against.

“No harm, no foul to us,” he said amiably. “Mum’s been trying to keep a straight face in Mass. He came here for sympathy that I’m afraid I don’t have.”

Man. It was a wonder that Mr. Murdock stuck around at all.

Peter puffed himself up anyways.

“Mr. Murdock,” he said. “I know you can hear me. And I wanted to say that I’m sorry for roping you into the whole thing yesterday, but I’m also super glad you were there. ‘Cause we would’ve been screwed otherwise. So thank you.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Felicia said. “You’re really nice, and I’m glad you were there, too.”

The others added their thanks to the pile and Matt grinned in the direction of the cupboard.

“Come onnn,” he drawled. “I can feel you giving in, in there.”

Nothing.

Matt muffled a round of giggles in his sleeve.

“He accepts your thanks,” he said. “He’s just allergic to sunlight and gratitude.”

The cupboard door rattled violently. Matt shoved a foot against it.

“Mum isn’t mad either, she thinks it’s healthy for him to do quests without her,” he said. “So you’re all good with the three of us.”

Peter wasn’t positive that they were actually. But okay, sure?

“I guess we’ll leave you guys to uh, brood? Baseball? Whatever it is you do together?” He said.

Matt hummed and nodded and waved them out. Peter shut the door behind them.

“That was easy,” Flash said.

“Man, I hope my dad just dies the once,” Abe said.

“My dad isn’t cool enough to fight zombies in a graveyard,” Felicia said.

MJ considered this.

“My mom could do it,” she said.

Ned snorted. Peter swallowed a laugh.

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 “So,” Flash said as they passed by the church that Mr. Murdock usually called home. “I know it was all kind of an actual nightmare, but like. I dunno.”

Peter stopped.

“You want more fae bullshit?” he asked in shock.

Flash rubbed at the back of his neck and even Abe and Felicia refused to make eye contact. Ned and MJ stared at them, then Peter in shock.

“It’s just really cool,” Flash admitted. “Like, there’s all this stuff that I thought was fake. But it’s all happening here, all at once—you know. Heroes and zombies and fire demons and witches.”

“This isn’t a tv show,” Peter said. “You know that right? Like, we don’t always win? Yeah, there are heroes and witches, but there’s also really bad magic. Dangerous fae. There are turf wars and tricksters and everything you do is a deal and you always owe someone something. It’s not always fun.”

“Okay, but isn’t it better to know?” Flash asked.

Peter closed his lips.

He didn’t have an argument for that.

“I’m not teaching you,” he sniffed. “I’m already apprenticed. If you want a mentor, it can’t be me—and you can’t have my demon.”

“But he’s Johnny Storm,” Abe blurted out. “Johnny. Storm. Peter, how did you even swing that? And why does he listen to you.”

“He doesn’t,” MJ butted in.

“He does,” Peter corrected.

“He really doesn’t,” Ned said. “Peter’s an amateur witch at best who bound himself to a fire demon with impulse control issues.”

Wow. Betrayed by his own family.

“I’m leaving, I’m grounded, you guy go get a grimoire or something and learn your magic bullshit yourselves,” he said.

“Aww, come on.”

“They were just joking, Peter.”

“Come backkkkk.”

Mr. Murdock had the right idea. Peter had a cupboard to find.

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 Hope this hits the spot, boo!! And Happy Halloween, y’all!

[azrcxlfatale]

under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] : 

   CHWE SAINT: 

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love. 

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around. 

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS. 

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff. 

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS. 

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature. 

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports. 

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all. 

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros.  sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd. 

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper. 

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime. 

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd. 

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself. 

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!! 

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj. 

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU. 

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??: 

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it. 

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too. 

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

[marblehoenets]

11 & 13 ^^

11. What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?

Close friendships and fluffy domestic stuff. Maybe some poly stuff because Representation. 

13. Name three favorite characters to write.

I don’t write many people I feel (mostly just mapping stuff out to never write it whoops) but my fav 3 right now are probably:

Luke Skywalker - He’s sweet, he’s babie, and I’ve been in love with him since I was like five?? Honestly, I might characterize him better than they did in the sequels--

Tim Wright - Please just let me write him fluff. He deserves it the poor boi has been through,,, so much just let him be happy p l e a s e

Older!Dipper Pines - Ooh boy. I fucking loveeee post-GF headcanons for him and Mabel, and he’s really interesting to write- a very nerdy, awkward boyo with a fair amount of trauma. 

Bonus - Twilight Princess/BOTW!Link - He’s very soft and sweet and wonderful and could probably kick my ass but he wouldn’t cause he’s sweet. Also a Gremlin at times but it’s okay cuz I love him. 

[thekingsphinx]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

This should not be as hard as it is

1. My kindness. I strive to be kind to everyone I encounter, even if that means simply holding the door

2. My green eyes. They’re more rare than blue, and they look pretty. Thanks mom!

3. My hight. I am a very tall for a girl, I like being able to hug someone from behind and rest my chin on their heads or just like hug any smol person fluffy fanfic style

4. My ability to see music. I honestly didn’t know this wasn’t normal until recently but it makes listening to the radio waaay better. It’s also why I like alternative music so much because of the wide variety of colors in every song but that’s not important

5. My dyslexia. Now this one needs more explanation than the others because for most people, this is a negative learning disability. I have learned that some of the smartest and most creative people in history did some of the things they did because of their dyslexia. It makes my mind work in different, more creative ways to do any seemingly ordinary task. Yes, it makes me work 5x harder than the average student, but that gave me a good work ethic. Yes, I read extremely slow compared to others my age, but that means I comprehend it better. And yes, I can’t do math very well, but who the fuck likes math anyway

Tags: @celeste-tyrrell @books-andbiscuits @eggy-boyo @ashrain5 @martemis1

[thebiasrekkers]

No Words - Interlude iii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Poly!Idol!AU, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: continued mention of the racist situation from the previous interlude. Sexual tension.

A/N - And it all goes to hell with a kiss. 

Words:  2288

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Random spin the bottle, truth or dare, and pepper eating moments ran late into the night. Poor Minjae lost Tasha to Namjoon; she was too happy to pick the leader’s brain.

She was happy to put the incident behind her, relishing in a well earned moment with this makeshift family. The older member slowly, but surely, began to make their escapes. Suga bowed out with Namjoon, much to Tasha’s dismay. Although, she did manage to score a kiss right on a dimple before he left. Minjae collected the gooey remnants as Jin stood to leave, Hoseok following behind. The maknae line was full of energy and vigor until Jimin decided he needed some hot water for his aching joints.

He put his hands on her shoulders, wrapping her in a warm embrace. His head rested on the side of hers as he whispered to her. Her hand sat atop his as she nodded softly. Tae managed to keep his jovial demeanor as he saw this out the corner of his eye. She turned a wobbly smile to Jimin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He clapped the younger members on the shoulders, “Don’t be too long, yeah?”

“Yesss.” The two replied in unison toward the dancer, and he was off. It was getting extremely late. But it had been too long since they’d all been so exuberant like this. Luckily, everyone planned to sleep in for the next day or so.

Everyone began to gather their things, as the shop owner started to shoo them away. Minjae and Tasha were leaning on each other, giggling like teenagers. “Uh, I’ll uh, catch you later!” Tasha waggled her brows before giving her a tight hug. She watched the two of them, fingers interlaced, leave out into the winter night.

“You should ride with us.” Came the sudden vibrato of Tae’s voice.

“Ah, no. It’s fine. I can ride wi-”

“Us.” Jeongguk interrupted again. Her mouth fell open as she tried to figure out something to say. They didn’t look like they were in the mood to go back and forth. She held up her hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. I suppose I’ll be riding with you then.” One of the TDs laughed as she acquiesced to the troublemakers.

“You’ll learn not to argue with them.” He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Another PD smirked, “Or run before they get a chance to corner you.” They laughed as they began to file out.

“Hey, this is helpful knowledge to have before this happens!” She half yelled, waving her hand between the two. Everyone laughed because they knew better already. “Aish, these smartasses.” Tae and Gguk smirked at each other, and she just caught it. She raised both hands, and with a flick of the wrist, they both got a slap to the sternum.

“A-ah!?” Tae blinked as he looked ready to curl and hit the floor.

“Ow, ow! So mean!” Gguk turned to rub at his pectoral.

She looked between the two of them with a smirk. “Serves you right, jackass. Be quick if you’re going to be sneaky.” She stuck her tongue out, and with a fluff of her curls, she got the headstart to the van.

“I think I’m in love,” Tae muttered as he pocketed his phone. Jeongguk laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulder as they filed out. Music, fresh air, and a bit more laughter soothe things over. She realized how much alcohol was consumed when they were shrugging out of their coats. They piled, giggling, out of the car and into the dorm. It was just a massive space with the students on one side and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” They reached the split in the hallway that would take them in different directions. The boys were leaning on each other as she moved away. Their laughter ceased as they turned to look at her. Her fingers clasped as she rocked back on her heels. “For tonight. I..,” She sighed. “..probably would have come back here to mope. Then pretend like I didn’t care about it, as usual.” A curl tucked behind her ear as she smiled at them. “Thank you for changing my mind. You’re right. I’m not a coward.”

The boys looked at her, prepared to brush it off as nothing - then she kissed them. Both. Right on the cheek, so close they could smell the coconut on her skin. She bit her lip as she stepped backward, spinning on a heel with a wave. “G’nyte, boyos.”

It was a full two minutes before they stopped staring in that direction. They turned to look at each other, their mouths agape as they pointed at twin sets of red ears. Embarrassed about their own embarrassment, they covered their ears while turning away from each other.

“We should shower.,” Tae mumbled.

“…yea. Good idea.” Jeongguk replied as he made haste toward their side of the building. Tae turned to follow, his feet dragging into the tiled floor. His hands rubbing against the nape of his neck before he turned on his heel - cursing.

The dorm was actually a complex in Hannam-dong that BigHit purchased. It was an easy way to keep staff, bodyguards, and the boys in one spot. It kept everyone close and in contact should things need to happen before shows and schedules. Everyone had their own apartment to occupy, even though she and Tasha spent a lot of time in each other’s spaces.

She let her keys fall into a basket by the door. Hopping out of her shoes, jewelry, wiggling out of her clothes, and jumping into a fluffy hoodie and sweats in a matter of minutes. The electric kettle started as she pulled a giant mug from the cabinet. A jar of citron tea from the fridge, a bowl of fruit was settled on the counter. She pushed her hair into a lazy puff on the top of her head. She reached for her glasses after taking out her contacts.

She stared at the clear lenses for a moment, the echoes of conversation threatening to eat her good mood. She shoved the lens case in a drawer. A tired reflection in the silver of the kettle had her huffing. A piece of melon popped into her mouth as she filled her cup. She thought about going to sleep, but their thesis projects were coming up. They had the next few days off, so getting a head start was more her style.

Knock, knock

Her head tilted to the door, “Tasha, go to bed!” A laugh as she set the kettle down. “I’ll hear about your escapades in the morn-,” She flung the door open to find Kim Taehyung filling the space. “V? I’m sorry, I thought you were - Uhm, what are you…doing here?” She stopped rambling before asking him the question that mattered the most.

What was he doing here?

“I just..” His arm braced on the frame as his fingers played over his lips. “Can I come in for a second?” She looked hesitant but nodded while stepping aside. “Thank you.” He murmured as he moved inside.

He’d been inside a few of the staff apartments - they looked lived in. While hers? It felt like nothing. It didn’t look like she had tried to make any kind of home out of the place. His brow furrowed as he turned to face her. His gaze traveled from her feet all the way to that ponytail at the top of her head.

“I was making some tea if you’d like?” She offered, moving by him. In her shoes, she was about equal height with most of them. But without? It put her just a hair shorter. “V, I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about.” A couple spoonfuls of the citron concentrate before a quick slurp tested to her liking. She turned to put the jar in the fridge, turning back as he had the cup lifted to his mouth.

“Really?”

He took a healthy gulp, rolling the liquid before chewing the peel gathered in his mouth. “Mm. Just how I like it.”

“I don’t want your cooties.” She made a face as he handed her mug back to her.

“Cooties? Are you five?” He almost choked laughing.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been!” A soft whine as she reluctantly took a sip from her cup. “What is it you want, anyway? I have studying to do. Like I said, I’m fine. You don’t have t-..” He rounded on her suddenly. Long fingers trailed against the countertop as he moved in front of her. “What are you doing?” The whir of the heater was so loud in that thick silence.

“What I’ve wanted to do for some time now.” The treble of his voice sent shivers down her spine. His fingers danced over hers, causing them both to turn their heads to the sight. His thumb sailed over her fingers, rubbing at the soft skin of her knuckles. Those long fingers wrapped around her wrist, the shock causing the artery to throb as her pulse spiked. He rubbed the skin there as she turned back to him with her brows furrowed.

“V.”

“Shh.”

She pulled her hand, and he held on to it. “Please don’t.” A soft sigh as she kept her head lowered. “I’m nobody here. Plus, I’m years older than you.” A scoff as his thumb ceased its movement. Suddenly, his hold tightened as another long finger tilted her gaze up to his.

Of all the things she thought she’d be experiencing in her life? This wasn’t in the sourcebook. Because this wasn’t anything, she would have fathomed. There was a pink tinge to his skin from the alcohol. But there was absolute clarity in his gaze that had her taking a hesitant step away from him.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Cocky confidence in his voice. He undid everything with that question.

“Listen here, V. I don’t cater to the rumors and backstage shenanigans I’ve heard from others, ok? But I have heard some things. I will not be apart of that rumor mill. Got it?” His features fell as he realized his folly.

Shit. shitshitshit. That’s not what was supposed to happen! That’s not how he meant-? Stunned at her, even considering that’s what he meant?! “Look, I appreciate you extending a hand and all, but -” She removed her arm from his hands while stepping away. “I have a lot of work to do. And it’s almost Christmas time, so I’m sure you guys have planning to do.” Turning on heel to go to the door, he followed. Before she could pull the door open, he closed in on her again.

“V didn’t I just say…” She turned. He put his hands on either side of her head, pinning her back to the door.

“Why are you so scared of getting close to anybody…to us..” He leaned in. “…to me?”

“Because that’s not what I’m here for. And if you haven’t noticed?” She raised a hand to wiggle her fingers, just as long, in front of her face. “It’s not been exactly easy.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought about what they walked in on.

They didn’t think they were going to make it dine with the staff. But, with the next few days off? The holidays upcoming? They figured now would be the best time to start having the big dinners before they broke off to visit family. The leads and supervisors, along with BTS, crept in through the back of the place. The conversation was so loud that they had easily gone unnoticed. They were approaching the table when some rather unsavory topics had come up.

They were mortified when the professor wanted to rush toward the table. The head PD, TD, and Namjoon stopped her. They wanted to check for something these situations only let you see. Jimin frowned deeply; Jin sighed softly while shaking his head. Suga let his head fall back as he looked off, a vein in the side of his forehead, throbbing with his anger. Namjoon, Hobi, Tae, and Jeongguk were boiling. Tae had to grab onto Jeongguk’s arm to keep him in place.

And from what they were to understand? That wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Apparently, they tried to go out to a club in Itaewon, only to have the girls harassed and denied entry. This was in the first six months of their arrival. They didn’t want to bring it up or talk about it - choosing to just move on. They chalked it up to only one of many life experiences.

Their classmates, on the other hand, weren’t keen to let it rest. They reported it to their supervisors and their professors. There were some learning curves with this program, and blatant racism wasn’t one of the boxes on that checklist they had. But, it was one they kept watch over.

She didn’t want the pity or the strange atmosphere that speaking on it could bring. So she clammed up, kept quiet, cordial, and separate. It was good to really enjoy the camaraderie of her work family. Maybe she could try to loosen up a bit. But always in the back of her mind, even if she didn’t want it to be there.

It was.

“You’re not a coward.” He vibrated the air, snapping her back to the present.

“No, I’m a realist.” She bit back. “This is against the rules you even being here, V.” She put her hands on his chest to push him away.

He leaned in and kissed her.

[darknytemare]

No Words -interlude iii-

BTS - V Imagine - Tall Girl - Interracial - Interlude [Flashback continued]

TW: mention of a racist situation/racism

Random spin the bottle, truth or dare, and pepper eating moments ran late into the night. Poor Minjae lost Tasha to Namjoon; she was too happy to pick the leader’s brain. 

She was happy to put the incident behind her, relishing in a well earned moment with this makeshift family. The older member slowly, but surely, began to make their escapes. Suga bowed out with Namjoon, much to Tasha’s dismay. Although, she did manage to score a kiss right on a dimple before he left. Minjae collected the gooey remnants as Jin stood to leave, Hoseok following behind. The maknae line was full of energy and vigor until Jimin decided he needed some hot water for his aching joints. 

He put his hands on her shoulders, wrapping her in a warm embrace. His head rested on the side of hers as he whispered to her. Her hand sat atop his as she nodded softly. Tae managed to keep his jovial demeanor as he saw this out the corner of his eye. She turned a wobbly smile to Jimin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He clapped the younger members on the shoulders, “Don’t be too long, yeah?” 

“Yesss.” The two replied in unison toward the dancer, and he was off. It was getting extremely late. But it had been too long since they’d all been so exuberant like this. Luckily, everyone planned to sleep in for the next day or so. 

Everyone began to gather their things, as the shop owner started to shoo them away. Minjae and Tasha were leaning on each other, giggling like teenagers. “Uh, I’ll uh, catch you later!” Tasha waggled her brows before giving her a tight hug. She watched the two of them, fingers interlaced, leave out into the winter night. 

“You should ride with us.” Came the sudden vibrato of Tae’s voice. 

“Ah, no. It’s fine. I can ride wi-” 

“Us.” Jeongguk interrupted again. Her mouth fell open as she tried to figure out something to say. They didn’t look like they were in the mood to go back and forth. She held up her hands in surrender. 

“Fine, fine. I suppose I’ll be riding with you then.” One of the TDs laughed as she acquiesced to the troublemakers. 

“You’ll learn not to argue with them.” He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Another PD smirked, “Or run before they get a chance to corner you.” They laughed as they began to file out.

“Hey, this is helpful knowledge to have before this happens!” She half yelled, waving her hand between the two. Everyone laughed because they knew better already. “Aish, these smartasses.” Tae and Gguk smirked at each other, and she just caught it. She raised both hands, and with a flick of the wrist, they both got a slap to the sternum. 

“A-ah!?” Tae blinked as he looked ready to curl and hit the floor.

“Ow, ow! So mean!” Gguk turned to rub at his pectoral. 

She looked between the two of them with a smirk. “Serves you right, jackass. Be quick if you’re going to be sneaky.” She stuck her tongue out, and with a fluff of her curls, she got the headstart to the van.

“I think I’m in love,” Tae muttered as he pocketed his phone. Jeongguk laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulder as they filed out. Music, fresh air, and a bit more laughter soothe things over. She realized how much alcohol was consumed when they were shrugging out of their coats. They piled, giggling, out of the car and into the dorm. It was just a massive space with the students on one side and the boys on the other. 

“Thank you.” They reached the split in the hallway that would take them in different directions. The boys were leaning on each other as she moved away. Their laughter ceased as they turned to look at her. Her fingers clasped as she rocked back on her heels. “For tonight. I..,” She sighed. “..probably would have come back here to mope. Then pretend like I didn’t care about it, as usual.” A curl tucked behind her ear as she smiled at them. “Thank you for changing my mind. You’re right. I’m not a coward.” 

The boys looked at her, prepared to brush it off as nothing - then she kissed them. Both. Right on the cheek, so close they could smell the coconut on her skin. She bit her lip as she stepped backward, spinning on a heel with a wave. “G’nyte, boyos.” 

It was a full two minutes before they stopped staring in that direction. They turned to look at each other, their mouths agape as they pointed at twin sets of red ears. Embarrassed about their own embarrassment, they covered their ears while turning away from each other. 

“We should shower.,” Tae mumbled.

“...yea. Good idea.” Jeongguk replied as he made haste toward their side of the building. Tae turned to follow, his feet dragging into the tiled floor. His hands rubbing against the nape of his neck before he turned on his heel - cursing. 

The dorm was actually a complex in Hannam-dong that BigHit purchased. It was an easy way to keep staff, bodyguards, and the boys in one spot. It kept everyone close and in contact should things need to happen before shows and schedules. Everyone had their own apartment to occupy, even though she and Tasha spent a lot of time in each other’s spaces. 

She let her keys fall into a basket by the door. Hopping out of her shoes, jewelry, wiggling out of her clothes, and jumping into a fluffy hoodie and sweats in a matter of minutes. The electric kettle started as she pulled a giant mug from the cabinet. A jar of citron tea from the fridge, a bowl of fruit was settled on the counter. She pushed her hair into a lazy puff on the top of her head. She reached for her glasses after taking out her contacts. 

She stared at the clear lenses for a moment, the echoes of conversation threatening to eat her good mood. She shoved the lens case in a drawer. A tired reflection in the silver of the kettle had her huffing. A piece of melon popped into her mouth as she filled her cup. She thought about going to sleep, but their thesis projects were coming up. They had the next few days off, so getting a head start was more her style. 

Knock, knock

Her head tilted to the door, “Tasha, go to bed!” A laugh as she set the kettle down. “I’ll hear about your escapades in the morn-,” She flung the door open to find Kim Taehyung filling the space. “V? I’m sorry, I thought you were - Uhm, what are you...doing here?” She stopped rambling before asking him the question that mattered the most. 

What was he doing here?

“I just..” His arm braced on the frame as his fingers played over his lips. “Can I come in for a second?” She looked hesitant but nodded while stepping aside. “Thank you.” He murmured as he moved inside. 

He’d been inside a few of the staff apartments - they looked lived in. While hers? It felt like nothing. It didn’t look like she had tried to make any kind of home out of the place. His brow furrowed as he turned to face her. His gaze traveled from her feet all the way to that ponytail at the top of her head. 

“I was making some tea if you’d like?” She offered, moving by him. In her shoes, she was about equal height with most of them. But without? It put her just a hair shorter. “V, I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about.” A couple spoonfuls of the citron concentrate before a quick slurp tested to her liking. She turned to put the jar in the fridge, turning back as he had the cup lifted to his mouth.

“Really?”

He took a healthy gulp, rolling the liquid before chewing the peel gathered in his mouth. “Mm. Just how I like it.” 

“I don’t want your cooties.” She made a face as he handed her mug back to her. 

“Cooties? Are you five?” He almost choked laughing.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been!” A soft whine as she reluctantly took a sip from her cup. “What is it you want, anyway? I have studying to do. Like I said, I’m fine. You don’t have t-..” He rounded on her suddenly. Long fingers trailed against the countertop as he moved in front of her. “What are you doing?” The whir of the heater was so loud in that thick silence. 

“What I’ve wanted to do for some time now.” The treble of his voice sent shivers down her spine. His fingers danced over hers, causing them both to turn their heads to the sight. His thumb sailed over her fingers, rubbing at the soft skin of her knuckles. Those long fingers wrapped around her wrist, the shock causing the artery to throb as her pulse spiked. He rubbed the skin there as she turned back to him with her brows furrowed.

“V.” 

“Shh.”

She pulled her hand, and he held on to it. “Please don’t.” A soft sigh as she kept her head lowered. “I’m nobody here. Plus, I’m years older than you.” A scoff as his thumb ceased its movement. Suddenly, his hold tightened as another long finger tilted her gaze up to his. 

Of all the things she thought she’d be experiencing in her life? This wasn’t in the sourcebook. Because this wasn’t anything, she would have fathomed. There was a pink tinge to his skin from the alcohol. But there was absolute clarity in his gaze that had her taking a hesitant step away from him.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Cocky confidence in his voice. He undid everything with that question. 

“Listen here, V. I don’t cater to the rumors and backstage shenanigans I’ve heard from others, ok? But I have heard some things. I will not be apart of that rumor mill. Got it?” His features fell as he realized his folly.

Shit. shitshitshit. That’s not what was supposed to happen! That’s not how he meant-? Stunned at her, even considering that’s what he meant?! “Look, I appreciate you extending a hand and all, but -” She removed her arm from his hands while stepping away. “I have a lot of work to do. And it’s almost Christmas time, so I’m sure you guys have planning to do.” Turning on heel to go to the door, he followed. Before she could pull the door open, he closed in on her again. 

“V didn’t I just say…” She turned. He put his hands on either side of her head, pinning her back to the door. 

“Why are you so scared of getting close to anybody...to us..” He leaned in. “...to me?” 

“Because that’s not what I’m here for. And if you haven’t noticed?” She raised a hand to wiggle her fingers, just as long, in front of her face. “It’s not been exactly easy.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought about what they walked in on.

They didn’t think they were going to make it dine with the staff. But, with the next few days off? The holidays upcoming? They figured now would be the best time to start having the big dinners before they broke off to visit family. The leads and supervisors, along with BTS, crept in through the back of the place. The conversation was so loud that they had easily gone unnoticed. They were approaching the table when some rather unsavory topics had come up.

They were mortified when the professor wanted to rush toward the table. The head PD, TD, and Namjoon stopped her. They wanted to check for something these situations only let you see. Jimin frowned deeply; Jin sighed softly while shaking his head. Suga let his head fall back as he looked off, a vein in the side of his forehead, throbbing with his anger. Namjoon, Hobi, Tae, and Jeongguk were boiling. Tae had to grab onto Jeongguk’s arm to keep him in place. 

And from what they were to understand? That wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Apparently, they tried to go out to a club in Itaewon, only to have the girls harassed and denied entry. This was in the first six months of their arrival. They didn’t want to bring it up or talk about it - choosing to just move on. They chalked it up to only one of many life experiences. 

Their classmates, on the other hand, weren't keen to let it rest. They reported it to their supervisors and their professors. There were some learning curves with this program, and blatant racism wasn’t one of the boxes on that checklist they had. But, it was one they kept watch over. 

She didn’t want the pity or the strange atmosphere that speaking on it could bring. So she clammed up, kept quiet, cordial, and separate. It was good to really enjoy the camaraderie of her work family. Maybe she could try to loosen up a bit. But always in the back of her mind, even if she didn’t want it to be there. 

It was.

“You’re not a coward.” He vibrated the air, snapping her back to the present. 

“No, I’m a realist.” She bit back. “This is against the rules you even being here, V.” She put her hands on his chest to push him away. 

He leaned in and kissed her. 

[markistarr]

Monster Mash AU // WKM+Present+Septic’s, suggestions & ideas welcome!

Okay, we’re back peeps! UPDATED RENDITION OF MY MONSTER MASH AU

Gonna start off with the WKM peepos! :D (Please note that Benjamin, Chef, and George are NOT included in this list.)

Actor!Mark: Mr. A-hole over here--not his fault, the house corrupted him, but still, it’s fun to call him Mr. A-hole--is a demon. Yup. ~>->~

Just as an fyi kinda thing, demon’s do NOT have wings; tails, horns, and extra appendages (this also includes eyes) are fine and optional, but they do NOT have wings whatsoever.

Damien: Mayor boyo is a selkie! However, he has NO siren attributes, since then, he’d basically just be Dark if he were to have any. (@foxtamer113)

Celine: The untrustworthy seer is still a siren.

William: Our lovely colonel boi remains a classic werewolf. Why? Because, he’s a scruffy, vicious, wolf boyo™.

District Attorney: (Included here because we were this character, so it’s only fair) Skinwalker. Obviously.

Abe: (I have a feeling we’ll be seeing Abe in at least one of the up-coming Warfstache vids, so that’s why he’s included here) Draconian; lizard-man!

Now, onto the present day Iplier egos! ;3 (feat. my own, Milo! Along with other fan-based ones that aren’t truly cannon.)

Mark: Angel of neutrality; basically just a human but w/ fluffy wings.

Milo: Angel of wrath, due to merciless passage of rite.

Please note that angels of sin (of which Milo is, however he is of a specified sin) are basically just winged demons but minus the (optional) horns, tail, and other extra appendages.

Also, he was inspired by God of War ;n;

Dark: Zelren Walker--official name of just wtf this 2 in 1 edge deal is xd Mix between a selkie, siren, zombie, AND skinwalker (may remove zombie portion, but I dunno. We’ll see). (@foxtamer113 w/ skinwalker realization xd)

Is more of a shape shifter than the traditional selkie; can become a siren w/ bottom half seal whenever, but usually when he’s off for a swim.

Wilford: Still a werewolf...dunno why this would change.

Host: Spoopy boogeyman; boogeyman can take many forms, so...yeah. Shuddap!! ;u; I actually like this idea anyways.

Google Brothers: Djinn’s; Neil/Blue and Jasper/Red use this for their own advantage far more often than Hunter/Green and Oliver/Yellow do. Lil’ sneaky bastard bots... >__> (@yintsunami)

Dr. Iplier: Goody-two shoed vampire; prefers drinking from small animals or from blood bags; will drink from others if starved. (@foxtamer113)

Bing Bros.: Leprechauns! No, not the sterotypical kind! No sterotypes here, not for my Bing Bois ;v; (@yintsunami)

Trimmer: Wendigo. Obviously. ;v;

Jims: Brownies; lil’ elf peeps. Honestly, they’re adorable. (@yintsunami)

Silver: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

King: Low lil’ fae; squirrels seem to love him, for some odd reason. (@yintsunami)

Yan: Tanuki transgirl, ‘cause kitsunes are overrated! ~>->~

Mask: Spirit boi; what else would this spoopy boyo be?? xd

Bop: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Goop: He’s just...a pile of goop...he’s all melty and stuff, and...yeah.

Potato: Fairy; because why not???? Not even gonna do much w/ this guy anyways, but still wanted to include him ‘cause I actually thought that vid was funny xd

Chef: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Artist: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Now for them Septic bois! :p

Sean: Angel of neutrality, just like Markimoo. ;v;

Anti: Spoopy centaur, but w/ lower-half spoodr. Specified species is Black Widow.

Still a demon-virus thingy, but now w/ bonus of partial spoodr bod.

Six legs, two arms, pincers on inside of mouth, acid saliva (can change how acidic it is, however, so kissing him is still plausible w/out harm), and (optional) eight eyes.

Chase: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Marvin: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Jameson: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Schneeps: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Jackieboyman: Ideas? Send ‘em in!

Robbie: Is already a zombo, so...I dunno. Ideas? Send ‘em in! I guess?? ;n;

Now it’s time for them ships+their lovechildren that they may or may not have! :D

Marline (Married; they never did get divorced) (this ones kinda obvious tho. May do fluff or angst w/ this one; we’ll see how my mood ends up being when I write it lol) (@foxtamer113)

Dilliam (Ex-boyfriends)

Marmien (Side) (just a blurb or two; most likely sometime before WKM transpired ;v;)

Darkstache (Married) (obvi)

Evanna: Werezelren Walker. Dear Lord... Has more selkie and skinwalker attributes than Axum.

Axum: Same thing as big sis, but w/ more wolf attributes.

Also, yes, of course the darkstache kiddos are gonna have fancy names; who do you think I am?!

Antimark (Married) (yup xd)

Cristian: Spoodrangel. Yup; more like how Vivziepop draws. Imagine Angel Dust but w/ wings and more human features.

Because of her heritage, Crissy’s part angel (specified in neutrality) AND part virus-demon.

Also, yes, her name IS intentional xd

Six arms, two legs, fluffy (feathered) wings, pincers in mouth, acidic saliva, and (depends on if Anti drawn/written w/) eight eyes; just like Anti but w/ wings and is basically just an anthro spoodr xd

Chase Brody x Niel/Blue (Boyfriends)

Teal x Jasper/Red (Ex-boyfriends)

Teal x Hunter/Green (Boyfriends)

Host x Dr. Iplier (Married) (don’t know proper ship name; sorry lol)

Meggie: Mash-up between boogeyman creature and vamp; wooo, this sounds fun! xd But seriously, she’s just like her pops, preferring to drink from animals such as rodents or drinking from blood bags.

Also, got the name from a series of books entitled Inkheart!

Tobi: Joi’s identical twin bro; has more of Host’s creepy boogeyman attributes than Meggie.

Joi: Tobi’s identical twin sis; since they’re identical, they’re both the same in physical attribute regards just w/ differing personalities.

Got any idea’s for any other ships and possible lovechildren? Would love to see those too! :D I’m open to anything; just make sure to tell me a name, and I’ll update this from time to time.

Oh yeah, also, if you think I missed any egos, feel free to tell me those as well; willing to add onto this list! ^^

PLEASE NOTE THAT ANY SHIPS MENTIONED W/OUT LOVECHILDREN WILL MOST LIKELY NOT BE HAVING ANY UNTIL A STORY IS PROPERLY DEVELOPED; THANKS!

~Eddie the Trash-Queen/King/Dad

[liltouch-moved]

hai io ! hope you've been well <3 i just got home from my trip yesterday, for whatever reason i couldnt log in to tumblr while i was in moscow so i couldnt get back to u until now, im so sorry :-(

ah i love to travel too, though i have to admit im not a super touristy person ^^" i dont really like sightseeing that much, but i love to wander around and learn what the locals' day to day lives are like if that makes sense? like, if you took me to paris i'd prefer to just wander around and explore the city on my own, visit local shops, markets, parks,,, rather than go see the eiffel tower or something, that kind of thing ! what are some of your favorite places you've been to? and are there any places you would like to visit, something you'd like to go do or see someday,..? i love love love hiking in the mountains too so i really hope you get to go this summer <3

omg yea,,,,,, 17yo in the middle of my edgy rebel phase, suddenly developing an interest in these cotton candy sweet boys singing about puppy love ? VERY CONFUSING i guess that dissonance is why i was so hesitant to get into them the first time around. at the time i was like.. how ???? can i like cute stuff ???? im a cool punk kid ??????? wouldnt that make me a poser ????? 😳😳 when you're a teenager everything seems so much more complicated than it really is lol and then you grow up and realize, who cares !! i can like whatever i want even if its two polar opposite things !! character development 🌱

ahh clap era was so good i agree ! clap mv is still one of my faves and the album is SOLID ! my favorite era is hands down oh my though; ymmday was the perfect soundtrack for summer '18, idk what it was but there was something in the air that summer and it was magical <33 its not necessarily my favorite album (it was at the time but svt's released even better albums since hehe) but oh my remains one of my favorite title tracks, along w very nice and adore u ! what about you? ^^ oh and speaking of songs ! the assignment for this week is to create a playlist based on one of the provided themes right? i would love to listen to yours, if you want to make one of course <3 personally i really struggle w making playlists so in case you're like me, i'll let you choose the theme ^^ no pressure though, if you dont want to do it or it takes some time, thats totally fine ! 🌼

ohhh sure,, guessing my bias sounds really fun !~ <33 maybe i shouldnt have given u the vocal unit hint so soon tho fhfjfj ah well ^^" performance unit was originally my favorite unit too hehe theyre team dynamic is so cute and brotherly <33

by the way !! u mentioned going to uni?~what are you majoring in/did you major in, if u dont mind me asking? ^^

hope u had a nice, relaxing weekend and have a great week ahead <3

from: your carat anon 🦋

hello <3 don't worry about it, i'm also SO sorry for taking so long to get to your message!! i was traveling and only had my phone w me and in the past tumblr has messed up (or straight up deleted) asks i tried to answer on my phone so i didn’t wanna risk it ;-;

glad to know you arrived back safe and sound <3 i hope u had a good time in moscow and got to do all the things you wanted to do ✨ “i dont really like sightseeing that much, but i love to wander around and learn what the locals' day to day lives are like” oh i really love that! i’m exactly the same way <3 touristy areas are all so... fake. anyways. my favorite place i've been to is the italian countryside 🌼💖 and as for cities, vienna is my favorite so far. as for my dream destinations: singapore, sydney/melbourne, lisboa, yerevan and buenos aires! wbu, what are some of your favorite places you’ve been?

lmao it must have been such an identity crisis for your younger self to suddenly be interested in some kpop boyos doing fluffy concepts 😹 and so true!! it’s really not that deep, you can like whatever ~ i’m so glad you decided to give svt a chance... twice 💞 and not to sound like an annoying carat but honestly i feel bad for ppl who are into kpop but not into svt... like what are you doinggg you’re really missing out!!!

you're so right, something about oh my is really special ✨ i absolutely adore it too and totally believe that it’s one of their best eras <3 oooh what’s your favorite album nowadays, then?

my favorite titles are oh my, clap and fear! and my fav era would probably be debut era bc i have such fond memories of it... basically everyone on my dash/tl was really excited about svt finally debuting and bc i was still a kpop newbie, it was one of the first big things i've experienced <3 not to mention how fun adore u was ~~ (and how good 2015 was for kpop in general aaaaa take me back 😿)

ooh i must be completely out of the loop bc i didn’t even see anything about a playlist rip </3 i’m not good with playlists either, can i maybe recommend u some songs instead? please tell me what kind of genres, moods, languages u like (and what u don't like at all) and i'll make a small list of recs for you if you want to :> i want to know what music u like first so i don’t rec u something that u end up hating...

and don't worry about the bias thing, i really have no clue who it might be so far 🥺 give me another hint please 👉👈 tell me what you like about him most or what era you think was ‘his’, whatever u want ~

yesss i’m in uni ~ i'm majoring in translation studies. work is my main priority tho (girl’s gotta eat and pay for the roof over her head) so i'm taking it slow with uni. what are you majoring/did you major in? 🌼

hope u have a good day dear anon and once again my apologies for making you wait!! 💖

[thesestrangeimagines]

Can I get a fluffy yet angsty Steve x reader where the reader drops out of high school and becomes an EMT and completely adores the party and Hopper is like a dad to her and El calls her sister and she’s tough but so so kind and just wants to love Steve but after the gate closes she’s depressed and anxious about the party bc “don’t fucking touch my kids” and she and Steve bond over that and it’s been a silent slow burn and I need desperate breathless kisses and grabbing and smiling and KSJD

Ummm okay so I love this. The first time I read it it was like hmmm idk how I’m going to do this, but now, OH BOYO, I have ideas and I ~think~ is going to have to be a multi parter,, I will attempt to get the first part out tonight, but at the latest tomorrow!! This is my favorite request ever oh my god I hope you like how I write this oh my god

[bullymagnet]

DAY FOUR: An Imbecile And A Fool

WHAT? DAY FOUR IS A FIC? yeah, here comes a quick sort of thing about max and johnny becoming boyscouts. nah not really

               Don’t get Max wrong, he lo—he li— well, he’s at least a little fond of Johnny. You know? Which is good! Because they’re apparently boyfriends now and that’s… how that… should work. So that’s good.

               He’s fond of Johnny, but he was slightly less than eager to be doing a school project with him. For reasons that should be clear if one is familiar with Johnny.

               He steps over a trip-level tree root and continues on the path, glancing around at the undergrowth for any distinct plants that aren’t poison ivy or like… generic grass-thing. Or spirit algae. No such luck yet. But keeping his gaze firmly on the plants around him is giving him a pretty good excuse to not shoot obvious stares at his travelling partner.

               “We got clovers and acorns,” Johnny mumbles with the sound of flipping paper, breaking through Max’s shield of awkwardness and pretending Johnny isn’t there, “We still need ramps, purslane and—m-morels. This is takin’ forever.”

               Their assignment? Become foragers in the woods of Mayview. Collect samples of wild edible plants and take them back to base without eating them. Simple! But for the past rough hour or so, Max has been awaiting the storm of team-crippling behaviors because Johnny.

               “The good news is, Johnny, that you probably won’t die when we find and you inevitably eat the plants we’re looking for.” He stops, shakes his head at the irresponsibility of encouraging children to find potentially edible things in the wild. “Unless we find mushrooms that aren’t morels. Then you will die.”

               “Says we’re not s’posed to. Eat the stuff, I mean.”

               “Exactly, J-Boy.”

               Johnny farts at him in response. And nothing else. His boyfriend. … God, stop saying that word. When he asked you out it was probably a joke it’s still probably a joke just stop thinking about it and—

               “Are these ramps?”

               Max turns to look toward Johnny’s voice. He’s standing in a little patch of curved, pointed leaves sprouting out of the ground and staring down at his paper. Tiny radish-shaped spirits whiz around his head like pesky flies. He approaches to investigate and kneels by the little plants.

               Looks right to him. “Yeah, there’s a 90’s kid getting mad air off them.”

               He goes on to say that they’d have to dig one up to know for sure, really, so that’s what they do. Well, it’s what Johnny does. He just tears that sucker out of the earth before Max can even begin to get out the trowel they’ve been supplied with.

              And the science paper they’ve been supplied with says yes! These are ramps! Johnny places it in their quaint lunchbox and they both check ramps off their lists. That��s another one down.

               “We’re making great time!” Johnny declares. “How ‘bout a siddown?”

               Max cocks his head in question as Johnny sits himself down on a felled tree and roots through that same lunchbox. “You just said this was taking forever…?”

               “Yep. Perfect excuse t’ be discouraged into procrastinating with a soda break!”  He replies jauntily, abruptly pulls an aluminum can out of the lunchbox and wings it Max’s way. Max gasps as the projectile draws near, and fumbles it several times before securing a steady grip on it.

               He looks down at it in his hand, studying it more than he really should be thinking man, I really could use a soda, actually! “You brought soda?”

               “Yeah,” Johnny grins, taking out a second one for himself. “I mean, a lunchbox without sodas is like a beach without seagull wrestling!”

               “I—would… question both of those things, but one of them a lot more than the other…” Max slowly says, but eventually gives in and sits down next to Johnny on the log. And immediately, this warm feeling spreads in his chest. Oh shut up, you sucker.

               Both cans are opened simultaneously with that ultimate satisfying sound of an unsealing soda can. And for a few minutes or so, they remain in silence, enjoying bevvs of negative healthiness and sitting in the yellow and greenish light of the sun filtering through the trees. Soda in the woods.

               It may come as a shock, but ever since Max and Johnny started hanging out as friends without—well, with less animosity, there would come times between them where silence would fall and it wouldn’t be awkward or uncomfortable. It would just be there, without a fear of breaking it or an overwhelming need to break it.

              It’s always really been something else to Max, when he considers the dynamic he shares with Johnny, how easy it is to hang out with him like this.

               Even after Johnny dropped the whole “I’m gonna ask you out outta nowhere and act like it’s not a big deal whatsoever and not bring it up except in ways that you can’t really tell if I’m joking or not?” thing on him.

              He almost smiles to himself, but pushes the fluffy thoughts down before his brain can get stupid on him. He needs to be on his A-game in case Johnny sets their project ablaze for funsies by… well…

              Max looks over at him and sips his soda. … Well, that actually hasn’t shown signs of happening yet.

              “You’ve been surprisingly patient with this project.”

              “Ya think I can’t look at a plant?” Johnny asks, squinting intimidatingly at him. “Ya think I can’t find a stuff in a woods and mark it off onna piece of paper?”

              Max chuckles. He hasn’t been scared of Johnny in a while. He puts his hands up defensively. “Hey, it’s a school assignment. You like to be contrary to authority. You know it’d be right up your alley to totally ignore this project.”

              Johnny deflates, but he deflates into a grin. “‘Kay, it is right up my alley.” And for a moment, he thinks. “… Welll, it’s not about the project, really.” And he gives a simple shrug.

              “It’s about th’ date!”

              Max slowly begins, knowing what his brain leapt to but only guessing what Johnny’s meant. “Tueeesday, theee—?”

              “No, you megadork,” Johnny interrupts, shaking his head. He throws his arms out and gestures like… outwardly. “The date we’re on! This date! We’re in th’ forest, we have soda, we’re boyfriends, it’s a date!”

              NOPE, apparently his brain and Johnny’s brain meant the same thing! A date? Is it a date because they’re “dating” and that automatically makes it one? Maybe Johnny thinks so.

              But again, there’s that tone of his. Talking about it so casually like it’s not a big deal, almost like it’s funny… What is Max supposed to say to something that? What could he say that wouldn’t potentially make a fool out of him by… taking it more seriously than Johnny does?

              “I-I don’t—” he stammers. And the words just kind of come out. “I don’t think this is a date.”

               “No?” Johnny mumbles, suddenly very invested in and trying to peer into the depths of the can in his hand. And now Max instantly regrets what he just said for some reason. He scrambles for words.

               “I mean, like,” (I don’t think you think it is.) “The school made us do this,” he goes on, trying to force the jest into his voice. But his heart is thumping. “They partnered us up to do this but didn’t explicitly say ‘go on a date.’ If they did, that’d be a different story. A—a date story.”

               Johnny is quietly smirking at the forest floor for a while. “… You… think a school would do a project and have it just be like, ‘go ask someone on a date an’ bring ‘em back here to prove it?’”

               Max thinks that’s already a thing. It’s called highschool prom. But he’s so relieved that the topic is off the two of them, specifically. He snorts and decides to add to the non-joke, “ Yeah. ‘Take your loved one to a park and write a five paragraph essay about it.’”

               Johnny straightens up, piling on more. “‘Find yer idiot butt a boyfriend for ten extra credit points. And hecka street cred.’”

               “‘Don’t even come to school. Just flipping ask someone to see a movie with you.’”

               Johnny laughs, grinning off into the distance. He tilts his head and after a moment, goes to check his phone. Max takes the time to shake his soda can. Empty. How long have they been sitting here chilling?

               “Aright.” Johnny clunks his empty can back into the lunchbox and puts Max’s there too for ups to mother nature. He stands from the log, brushing the dirt off his butt and sort of half-smiling down at Max. “You wanna keep going, boyo?”

               “Sounds fine to me,” Max murmurs, standing too.

              They’re on their way again, walking through the pine needles and the warmth that Spring has graciously brought them early. As Johnny takes the lead ahead of him, whacking through the underbrush with a stick, Max stretches and sighs and puts a hand over his mildly aching… left… chest-ish area.

              He can only hope that whatever they have left to find throws itself at their feet so he can take a break from hanging out with his new boyfriend. Because it’s so hard. Sometimes.

               … And it’s so hard sometimes because it’s so easy, most of the time.

               Which Max doesn’t get at all.

[rassasassalin]

Cool, starting out with Lillian.  Sweet.

U-S-A!!!  U-S-A!!!! U-S-A!!!!!!!!!!

God, I miss San Diego.  Look at that Sky.  I bet it’s a perfect 75 degrees out.  I miss the shit outta that.

Lookit all them squidly’s cheering for the Shield.  Love it.  Gonna be a great match. Oh, oh, JBL’s there.  Makes sense.  This is kind of his baby.  S’cool.   Ehehe, Squids love Joe too.  Noice.

Man, I hope that Sheamus got all sunscreened up.

AHHHHHH!!!!  See!  Great Minds think alike!!!!!  That’s so fucking cute, I love it!

Man, I love Tribute to the Troops.  They’re always such a great crowd.

Noooooo!  Sheamus what are you doing???  The folks just want to make sure you stay healthy!!!  What a heel!  What an uncaring for his own skin heel! (I love Sheamus, what a goof)

Good job, boyos.  Wonder what Dean was climbing the ropes for at the end, tho.  Was he gonna jump onto Joe on the outside of the ring?  Probably.  What a loon.

Seth’s so fucking modest.  Tell us how you really feel, kiddo.  Ehehe

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamil!  But when can we have Mark Hamil come on to be a guest commentator?  That’s the real question.  Could you imagine?  I can.  I can very vividly imagine.

Who is not surprised that San Diego loves Charlotte?  Not me.  Is that... is that dazzled up camo?  No.  No, surely not.  I’m just going to say no, it’ll make me feel better.

Natty, Natty, what are you doing?  You know you’re not actually going to be able to make friends with all of the lumberjills.  And Charlotte is actually pretty difficult to play mindgames with.

Yeah, I love watching Charlotte go.  I’d really enjoy watching her and Ruby go actually one on one.- Oh, hey, look, it’s Lil Natch for the ref.  Come on guys, we know who’s going to win.  I mean, we know anyway, because like, Faces always win on TttT, but like, when the ref had a storyline once of being your Daddy’s biggest fan, you can hazard a guess he’ll be a mite biased.  Or, would be, if we still had Refs be involved with Storylines.

Vince, please let us bring back heel and face refs.  I know you want your wrestling to look more “legitimate”, but come on, you tell stories, and letting refs be involved again just gives you more tools with which to storytell with.

!!!Sargent Slaughter’s there?  Are we gonna see him tonight?  Please????  I love him.

Looking forward to Bright.  Love urban fantasies, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one where all the magical and fantastical beings seem to be out in the open instead of a only barely kept secret.  Plus like, Will Smith, you know?

Will Paige wear a shirt?  I hope so, she’s so pal- OH! Gable and Benjamin are on the Heel side of the match!  Getting closer to my hope that they become just straight up heels!  Maybe Jordan can join back up with them when he makes his full turn.  Kurt having to deal with three bad boys that all took serious inspiration from him- his former protege, his son, and the guy that we all thought would be his son.  It could work.  It’d be ridiculous, but shit, this is wrestling.  Why not?

MotherFUCKING YESSSSS!!!!!  THAT’S MY SARGENT!!!!  Oh, oh, Miz????  Oh god, oh my god,   “You’re not really a marine, you just play one in movies,” And Mark Henry!  I love it, that’s great, I’m so happy~~~~

Awww, oh my god, can we all do the USA chant to the New Day Rocks chant from now on?  Because that’s fucking aweseome.  I love it.  We probably won’t, but I really fucking wish it’ll become a thing.

Do my eyes deceive me?  Does Aiden have a bit of a tan???  HIS GOOSE!  AIDEN NO!!  GOOSE DIED,  AND IT’S AN INSULT TO RUSEV TO COMPARE HIM TO TOM CRUISE!!!!

Fucking Rusev, how dare you be so cute, you need to stop it.  Stahp.  Pls.  Let me have some peace you big brute.

Seriously though, I really dig Benjamin and Gable.  I’m looking forward to see where they go.  They’ve got serious potential, and some good chemistry from what I’ve see so far.

Ah, omg, Chad looked so confused, why are they chanting U...S-A against him, he went to the Olympics for America, he’s an all American hero.

..619...  When is Rey coming back?  I miss Rey Mysterio.  I miss him so much.  I remember hearing rumors, and they did that piece on him on the Network, so surely?  Please?  I miss him so much.

Oh no!  What happened to Fluffy’s doggo?  I hope it’s okay!  The Cone of Shame suuuuuuuucks.

l really wanna see Sonya go up against someone like Nia, who has an obvious power advantage over her.  See her try and overcome with her submissions, and see what she comes up with when the other woman can, at least at first, just power their way out of them.  Would she give up early on and resort to cheating?  Or would she just keep beating away until she tires the other woman out?  I can see her being the second type.  One of those heels that has their own Code they stick to, you know?  Lines they won’t cross.  She might gang up on you, but she won’t smack you in the back with a chair.  That’d actually be cool, if she was the first one to back out of Absolution, because Paige and Mandy were willing to stoop to levels that Sonya just refuses to.  Probably overthinking things tho.

Oh, a heel win.  Rare.  Was Paige singing with her theme for a second there?  Cute.

ATAT Ahahaha!  Love those!  Aaaaand I’m gonna cry every time I see Princess Leia.  Great.  Fantastic.  That’s cool.

Hey look, the first real boos of the evening, and they’re directed at Jinder and KO and Sami- well some boos for Kevin and Sami.  Seeing a couple cheering for them.

Yeah, dude, I understand, Randy does have a great theme.  God, he looks so bored, tho.  Somebody let him go heel already.  He’s so weird as a face.

Oh my god, look how happy those boys were to get to hold Shinsuke, they’re so pumped, ehehee.

And here come m’boy.  Love seeing him tag with Nakamura, but you know what I’d like to see even moooooooore....?  Him fighting Nakamura.  Give me that Feud.  Give it to me nooooow.

Guys you can’t chant for an RKO, it has to come outta nowhere.

Another singles match I’d love to see?  Sami and Shinsuke.  I mean, I know I’ve seen it already, but I would be more than happy to see it again on like, a bi-monthly basis.

My poor Singh bros.

Yaaaas, Zayn Nakamura~

 Sami is such a beautiful seller.  It’s honestly a gift.  An underappreciated art.  Whatta man.

Shinsuke dancing to AJ’s theme.  That, too, is a gift.

Good show! Good crowd.  Good shit, man, good shit.