#The Fun They Had Class 9 Question Answers

[broke-on-books]

Was gonna post this on the ig spam I never use but decided that joke was too bad for ppl irl so uh. Here you go.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5

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“So you’re that dead kid everyone’s talking about.”

Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. “You can pick up the glass.”

“Wait, I’m just here to-”

“Bother me when I’m working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.”

Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoiler’s bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.

“I’ll help clean if you answer some questions!” Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Danny’s managed to gather. He nodded.

“Alright. At least you’re helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.”

Spoiler snorted. “I’m Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?”

“Sure. I don’t really care what his name is,” which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. It’s just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldn’t clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. “But if I catch him leaving shit in the waters again…”

Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.

“Whatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?”

“I'm pretty sure that's evidence?!”

“If you could call it that.” Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.

“So, what brings you to Gotham?”

Danny pointed at the water. “Came for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.”

“You go to school?”

“Hey, that’s discriminatory.”

“Oops! No, sorry! I meant-”

Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, what’s the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?

“It’s fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?”

Even if Danny wasn’t too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?

"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"

Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"

"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"

"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."

Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."

Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."

"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.

'Careful,' Black Bat signed.

"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"

Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.

'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.

"You know sign language?"

"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."

He knew ghost-sign first, after all.

"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."

----

Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.

"You two can come back anytime."

Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.

"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."

"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"

"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."

Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.

----

"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"

Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.

"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."

"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.

"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"

"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.

"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.

"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"

"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy

I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because there’s nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.

Today we’re going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because –

NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If you’re into real-time stalking, you’re in the wrong blog. But, I’m sure there’s a Discord for that.

It’s because I’ve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait – people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, that’s actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying –

Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.

By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional – charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments – and Luke played her likeable counterpart to “Book Colin” perfection – bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.

The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major “Electric Love” radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadn’t yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you haven’t heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least – hopefully – put you in an upbeat mood for the day.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes – was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?

Absolutely.

Do I know why?

Absolutely not.

Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, “What is love?” I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadn’t bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Luke’s “Maybe it’s, like, connection.” Well, they seemed to be missing the “connection” that day.

Honestly, no one can explain their “don’t stand so close to me” vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a bird’s eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people – when putting a puzzle together – start with the side pieces, right? You’ll get my joke in a moment (I hope).

In March 2024 – I don’t know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) – Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. I’ve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldn’t tell you which is true, and it really doesn’t matter because it doesn’t necessarily add or take away from today’s story.

Before I get started, I wanted to give a “hurrah” to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.

Moving along…

On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number “95.” On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using “End of Beginning” as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so don’t feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.

I’m not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, I’m sure Nicola’s comment, “’Friends’…sure Jan,” on Luke’s April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, that’s cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicola’s April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, “I will bite off anything that dangles.”

By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Let’s start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, “We’re very, like, giving…I’m not talking about those scenes…” Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, “[y]ou can’t keep a good girl down,” and, in response, Luke’s lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a man’s shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, “You’re the funnier one,” when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the “Nicola-in-the-green-dress” day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicola’s hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire “green dress” day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, “the best foundation for love is friendship,” which mirrored the bracelet “someone…in Australia” gave Luke that read, “Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?” Because that’s not suspicious at all. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of Australia – but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Luke’s April 27 Instagram post with “Ready for the next?” and Luke replying, “Absolutely.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.

Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a “ring truther,” this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a “ring truther” is, that’s perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, that’s Day 1 of the Italy interviews.

But, before we get to May 9, let’s pause on April 29. That was the day Luke’s InStyle spread was published – yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid – in fact, Nicola commented, “Yess dude!!” on them – but those aren’t the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, “…the actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos he’d taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.” The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number “95;” and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available – you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.

Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?

Oh, that’s right, because they were.

Remember that April 7 post of Antonia’s I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and – only after InStyle posted Luke’s polaroids – fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Luke’s polaroids.

I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antonia’s April 7 post. Could it have been a “blind” like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Let’s not worry too much about it right now, though.

After trying to write out my “general” opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.

I started by showing Luke and Antonia’s three “matchy” pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.

Me: “So what do you think?”

Dad: “About what?”

Me: “Ugh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?”

Dad: “Well, to show she’s part of the ‘in’ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.”

Me: “Uhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Luke’s were published.”

Dad: “See! I’m not as dumb as you think.”

Me: “Whatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?”

Dad: “Yeah. Why else would she take them? They’re not the kind of photos you’d take normally. What’s she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, ‘Look, I sat in Luke’s chair?’ Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Luke’s pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesn’t make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.”

Thanks, Dad.

You do not have to accept my father’s thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antonia’s pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasn’t recognized then).

Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, let’s summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.

First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.

Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Luke’s pictures by the end of the month.

Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.

Fourth, based on Chupi’s own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.

Okay, now we’ve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.

Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?

Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” to her TikTok account.

Uhh… Huh. Interesting.

I mean, it’s possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Luke’s version of it. Or, it’s possible Antonia knew that “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Luke’s team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was “Yellow” by Coldplay “because of Penelope’s dresses.” Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antonia’s “copycat post” went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate – and maybe even from Nicola.

But, that’s not the only thing that happened on May 9.

Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, “Chatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.” Nicola commented, “Yessss,” and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part – about Luke tagging the location in Hackney – apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive of…Nicola’s backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Luke’s pictures were taken at her home.

Hmm, I didn’t realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?

So, which came first – the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost “Yellow” to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? I’m sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed “off” in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that “Yellow” was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.

That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.

[asjjohnson]

A Mr. Lancer ficlet for the Danny Phantom Phic Phight 2025

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After Mr. Lancer’s stroke, the substitute had the class create a get-well card as a group project.

Danny had signed his name, and drew a smiley face beside it. It wasn’t as nice as Sam’s vining purple flowers along the border of the poster-sized card, or Paulina’s Sayonara Pussycat stickers, but it was all Danny could think to contribute.

When Mr. Lancer returned one morning with his usual optimistic smile, the class cheered. Like during a football game. Though Danny was pretty sure Dash and the other jocks just wanted to make as much noise as possible for the fun of it when they started letting out ear-piercing whistles and stomping their feet.

Lancer actually sniffed and used a finger to wipe away a tear, before asking the class to quiet down.

He thanked everyone for the card and well-wishes, and said he was feeling much better and was eager to get back to teaching them all.

Then he turned to write on the chalkboard.

As he filled the board with writing, the class started whispering. And once he was done, and turned around to tell the class that the page numbers and questions to answer were on the board; Star had hesitantly raised her hand and delicately told him that none of the class could read it.

It took a few minutes for Lancer to be convinced that the class truly couldn’t make out his writing. Then he paled. And went back to the hospital.

He didn't come to school the next day, but did return the day after.

Each time he picked up the chalk to write something on the board, he paused, and then put the chalk back down.

Even Lancer’s notes on their returned assignments were unreadable to the class. But, as the weeks passed, people stopped mentioning it.

The thing was... Danny could read it.

For the rest of the class, Lancer’s writing was nothing but odd squiggles—a lingering side-effect of his stroke; maybe brain damage to the language part of his brain, or nerve damage in his hand messing up his fine motor skills. But to Danny, Lancer’s writing was as clear as day.

Lancer was writing in Ghost Script.

---

He, Mr. Lancer, glanced around, pulling the collar of his coat a bit higher around his face, before entering the door to the old warehouse.

He couldn’t let anyone from Casper High know about his extracurricular activities. About his secret double life after dark.

---

When Danny got an invite from the Ghost Writer to join a book club, his first impulse was to shred the invitation.

But he managed to keep from destroying it—barely.

The last time he’d destroyed something of the Ghost Writer’s and mocked the guy, he’d stuck him inside a story. Danny thought he’d never get out of those rhymes!

So, Danny, with gritted teeth, took the invitation politely, and thanked him for the invite.

If the Ghost Writer saw Danny’s eye twitching, he said nothing.

---

After a week of his eyes randomly landing on the invitation sitting on his dresser, Danny decided to go and see what that book club was like.

Even if he didn’t particularly like reading.

When Danny got to the rusted door, he double-checked the address.

Was that a 6, or a 9 that got loose and flipped upside down?

No, it really was a 6.

Danny tried the doorknob, but, though it turned, the door wouldn’t budge. When he shoved his shoulder against it, he heard a little rust falling, but that was all that happened.

Eventually, he sighed and went intangible through the door.

He’d gone to the address as Fenton, not wanting to draw attention by going as Danny Phantom, so he’d of preferred not to need ghost powers. But it did look like an abandoned part of town, so it probably didn’t matter.

Entering the warehouse, and letting his eyes adjust for a moment, he looked around and saw the Ghost Writer and several other ghosts sitting in midair in a circle, glowing books in their hands.

Then Danny squinted at a ghost he didn’t instantly remember. His back was to Danny, and Danny traced his eyes across the ghost’s pointed ears and bald head, and his maroon shirt.

Johnny called out to Danny, grabbing his attention for a moment, and all the other ghosts turned their heads to see Danny as well, waving or welcoming him to the club.

The mystery ghost looked over his shoulder, and Danny’s eyes widened. “Mr. Lancer?”

Lancer’s mouth dropped open.

Then the Box Ghost asked, “The teacher often found at your school?”

The Lunch Lady said, sweetly, “The one who took all the meat from the poor students?”

“The one who keeps hiding the boxes?” The Box Ghost added.

“The one who tried to give me detention for riding my motorcycle in the halls?” Johnny asked boredly.

Lancer glanced around, wide-eyed, at the ghosts in front of him, and at Danny Fenton.

“Fuck!”

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I used these prompts:

@pennerjones "Mr. Lancer returns to school about a week after suffering an apparent stroke and needing to be rushed to the hospital. He's feeling much better and is ready to get back to teaching...only, when he tries to write anything on the chalkboard, all he can seem to write is a series of odd squiggles. --- Only Danny realizes that Mr. Lancer is now writing exclusively in ghost script"

@higgidigs "Mr. Lancer has a secret double life that nobody else knows about."

@ecto-mochi "All the ghosts decide to make a book club. To their surprise, Lancer shows up!"

@finwe77 "The incident that gets Mr Lancer to use actual curses instead of just book titles."

[juanarc-thethird]

I am proud of my body! #2

Continuation of this nonsense. -----------

It's a new day and Jaune stands outside his classroom door. He can hear that all his classmates have already arrived at class. But after what happened yesterday he's nervous. What will they say about him when they see him? Will they make fun of him? Will they treat him badly? A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. But within all that negativity a phrase his grandfather used to tell him resonated within him. "Dignity always prevails."

Gathering his courage and holding his head high, he enters the classroom. At that moment everyone falls silent and turns to look at him. Without losing confidence, he walks to his seat next to Pyrrha. She looked a little flushed and hadn't looked in his direction since yesterday.

Jaune: (It must have been embarrassing to have a partner go through such humiliation)

He told himself.

In the case of Nora and Ren, they still treated him the same. But he could feel like they were figuratively "walking on mines" when they talked to him. But it's better than nothing.

Above his sit Ruby was sleeping while waiting for the teacher. Next to her was the rest of her team. Weiss watching him closely. He turns to look at her and she immediately looks away. It would be a lie to say that this didn't affect Jaune, but he resisted. Yang and Blake on the other side can't seem to stop taking glances at him, especially his lower area.

Moments after sitting down, the others in the classroom began to whisper among themselves without taking their eyes off him. Some looked annoyed, while others giggled at something they said. The conversation continued and continued, the stares wouldn't leave him alone. Jaune felt like he had a target on his back. So he decided to do something.

*Slam!*

He stands up quickly, slamming both palms of his hand on the table to get attention. He walks over to the teacher's desk, looks at everyone with a brave look, and speaks.

Jaune: I know many of you saw what happened to me yesterday. So rather than let you talk behind my back, I'll save you the time.

Jaune takes a deep breath and looks around at the class. They all seem to be paying close attention to him, as if they're curious? No no no, Jaune shakes his head. Why would they be so interested in that? He must be reading the atmosphere wrong.

Jaune: Yesterday Cardin pulled down my pants. Showing everyone my… *Ahem*.. my little Jaune.

Classmate: HA!

One of his classmates all the way in the back laughs, and immediately shuts up.

Jaune: I know my size is not like the rest. I was always embarrassed going into the gym showers here with the other guys after training because of that. I mean, how many people have you know whose penis size is only 9 inches long?

Yang: Damn!

Yang yells quickly in surprise.

Jaune: Well... A-Anyways, I'm proud of my...

At that moment he is interrupted by one of his classmates who raised her hand.

Classmate: I have a question?

Jaune: A question? To be honest, I didn't expect to answer any questions. But okay, what's your question?

Classmate: Is that measurement when flaccid or erect?

Jaune: Um... flaccid.

Classsmate: Follow up question. When erect, is it bigger? And by how much?

Jaune: Well… it's a little bigger… I'd say about 10 to almost 11 inches.

Yang: DAMN!!

Yang yells again but this time in astonishment.

After sharing the information, people began to talk amongst themselves about it. There were so many people talking at the same time that Jaune couldn't understand what they were saying. But he knew he had to regain control of the conversation. So he raised his voice.

Jaune: Anyway! Now you know. I'm proud of my body and I wouldn't change it for anything. And if someone could tell the teacher that I'm not feeling well, I'd appreciate it.

He walks towards the exit, leaving the classroom. For a moment the class was silent until Ruby spoke.

Ruby: *Wakes up and looks around* What did I miss?

[persevereforahappyending]

A Beacon in the Dark |16|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: Bullet Wound, Blood, Medical like procedure

Word Count: 6.1k

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Ana ran the towel through her hair as she got out of the shower. She had been in the military, been through boot camp, survived being attacked by a fucking vampire, and had survived countless monster attacks with you, but training with you was the most she had broken a sweat. She understood what you were trying to do, she appreciated that you wanted her to be prepared for anything, she still couldn’t imagine ever hurting you. Maybe at one point in time she could have, she wasn’t afraid to do everything she could to survive the first time she saw your other half, but now, after getting to know you, she wasn’t sure she could pull the trigger, even with you in your wolf form staring back at her.

Ana checked her phone, she still had just enough time to change and head out to pick up Caleb. She couldn’t help but wonder if you planned it that way. You knew what time Caleb’s school started and got out, it was why you were so timely, almost concerningly so. This time you not only got Ana there in time, but you got her there with just enough time for her to get a shower in.

Ana quickly changed, making sure her hair was dry enough before heading out. She walked quickly down the street and got to the school’s entrance just as they opened the doors to let the students out. She waited patiently, instantly finding the top of Caleb’s head as he made his way down the steps, waving goodbye to his friends once his eyes found her.

“How was school?” Ana asked as they began the walk back home.

“Fine,” Caleb answered with a shrug.

“Got lot of homework?” Ana glanced down at Caleb.

“Mostly math,” he kicked a little pebble that was on the sidewalk.

Caleb did well in school. Ana was an average student, getting mostly B’s and C’s if she struggled with the class. She wasn’t sure where Caleb got his brilliance from since he tended to bring home A’s and B’s at worst. Despite knowing the stuff and doing fine when it came time for tests and quizzes, Caleb still seemed to despise math. He struggled with a few problems and would eventually have to ask Ana for help. Ana was always more than willing of course, even if she herself had to google the formulas because the method Caleb was supposed to use was different than what she learned or she just didn’t learn the stuff. Once Caleb was shown how to do it though and he saw the problem broken down he quickly mastered it and would finish the rest of the homework in no time.

“Well,” Ana started, though her breath caught in her throat. Things had been better between them, but she was still nervous to just ask Caleb if he wanted to do something fun or just spend some time with her. “I heard about a carnival not too far away, was wondering if you’d maybe want to check it out?”

Caleb’s footsteps caught on the sidewalk, but he quickly caught himself. To anyone else it would have looked like he had just gotten tripped up, but Ana knew her son and knew he had been caught off guard by her question. As the seconds ticked by as she waited for Caleb’s answer, she couldn’t help but question everything. Just because they were in a decent place didn’t mean Caleb was ready to do anything fun with her, then she started questioning whether kids still found carnivals fun. She loved the carnival when she was Caleb’s age, the rides, the games, and all the deep-fried food.

“Sure,” Caleb finally answered. Ana waited because it didn’t sound like he was done yet. “I’ve never been to one before,” he whispered.

Ana thought her heart was done breaking over all the mistakes she made with her son, but apparently not. She had missed so much of Caleb’s life she hadn’t ever even taken him to a carnival. It seemed stupid but she didn’t know a kid who didn’t go to a carnival, a festival, or a fair of some kind, and yet she had yet to do that with her son until now.

“Great,” Ana smiled. She would make sure this was the best carnival Caleb had ever been to. He would have all the experiences she had failed to give him until now. This was also the first time Caleb agreed to do something fun with her, she couldn’t risk screwing this up and have him pull away again.

“We can leave in a few hours, give you some time to get some homework done.”

Caleb nodded and they continued their walk in a comfortable silence. Ana took note of the small smile on Caleb’s face. It was just a simple carnival but how the night went would decide so much. If Caleb didn’t have fun, then he could pull away from her again, stop talking to her besides one-word answer, but if it went well, it could lead more to strengthening their relationship and maybe allow Caleb to want to do more things with her, maybe even one day even go on a nice vacation.

After they got back home Caleb went straight to his room to get started on his homework. Ana smiled to herself; she had never seen him so eager to get started on schoolwork. She made her way to the kitchen and began preparing a small snack for each of them, keeping it simple with sandwiches and chips. She might not win mother of the year but that wasn’t going to stop her and Caleb from indulging in all the sweet treats and fried food the carnival had to offer, she would make up for it by fixing a nice healthy meal tomorrow night.

As she gave the sandwich a diagonal slice and was putting on the finishing touches when she felt her phone vibrate. She frowned when she picked it up and saw your name, she had just been with you. “What’s wrong?” Ana asked, not wasting any time on hellos.

“Nothing,” you chuckled. Ana narrowed her eyes; it was never nothing when you called. “Just got a potential job. Might be something, might be nothing, just need to do recon.” Ana let out a hum, she had never done any recon with you, whenever you called her for a job, all the research was already done, you knew where you were going and had some idea what was happening. “Want to join?”

She opened her mouth but hesitated. She did want to go; she wanted to experience more of what you and Grace did. She loved the freedom she had, not having to do anything until a job came around but she was curious about the whole process. One day she wanted to ask Grace how she found cases, what determined which case they’d take. From the sound of it there were many cases, but you prioritized some over another and from experience she knew the two of you sometimes waited years before making a move.

She let out a sigh, she had a prior commitment though and her son was more important than any job. “I promised to take Caleb to a carnival tonight,” she said. You knew how important her son was to her, there was no reason trying to be vague, if anyone would understand it would be you.

“I can see if he can go with a friend,” Ana began talking more to herself. She was sure she could convince one of his friends’ parents to take the kids, especially if she was floating the bill. “Or maybe take him tomorrow.” The carnival was there all weekend, there was now reason they had to go on Friday night.

“It’s fine,” you said before she could come up with anymore solutions. “It’s just recon. It’s all good.”

Ana hesitated once again. She didn’t know what recon entailed; she wasn’t sure how dangerous it actually was. There was still a risk though, you’d be going to a place that had reports of danger, and you’d start investigating, maybe even staking out a few people. There was no telling what you’d find though, if you stumbled on the wrong person or into the wrong place it could go from a simple recon mission to something that was a whole lot worse.

“Are you sure?” Ana asked. She didn’t want to give up time with her son, not when they were making such good progress, but it didn’t sit right the with her, letting you go out there on your own. She knew you were a werewolf, but you weren’t invincible.

“Yes,” you assured her. “Enjoy the carnival. You deserve it.” Ana couldn’t help but smile to herself. She could hardly think of something she did that allowed her to enjoy something like this, but she didn’t argue with you.

“Okay,” she finally said, though still a bit hesitant. She couldn’t help the thought of something happening to you and her not being there from crossing her mind.

“I’ll be fine.”

Ana let out a huff, hardly anything good ever came from someone saying they’d be fine. “Be careful.”

“And you have fun.”

The call ended and Ana had to shake her head, she didn’t realize she had been smiling. It was a small thing; it was so simple and insignificant, but it was still very you. You were about to go who knew where, investigating who knew what, and one of your priorities was still making sure Ana had fun with her son. She wasn’t sure which life and death situation it was that made her start to see all your good qualities, everything past the annoying asshole persona. You were still very much annoying, but Ana had never met someone who cared so deeply for people they barely knew.

Ana finished up the sandwiches and gave a small knock on Caleb’s door as she took him his snack. She waited for the okay and then she entered. Caleb was at his desk, his laptop pulled up and his notebook out as he wrote down formulas and put the answer into the worksheet online.

Ana sat the sandwich down on the side of the table and almost instantly Caleb’s eyes flicked to it. “Made a snack,” Ana said.

“Thanks,” Caleb mumbled.

“Need any help?”

Caleb shook his head. “I think I have it figured out.” He reached over and grabbed a chip before popping it into his mouth.

Ana smiled and made her exit. She grabbed her own plate and took a seat on the couch. She grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until she found some old movie that was on. She wasn’t big on TV watching but it was a great time killer while she waited for Caleb.

After about an hour Caleb came out of his room, instantly putting his empty plate in the sink and then stood before Ana. Ana glanced up from the movie. “Ready?” She asked.

Caleb nodded and Ana grabbed her own empty plate and sat it on top of Caleb’s. She ordered an Uber and grabbed her wallet and keys before they made their way out the door. It was less than a five-minute wait before the Uber was pulling up for them. They got in the car and then they were off. The carnival was only about twenty minutes away, but Ana couldn’t stop checking her phone, she kept expecting a message from you or Grace saying something happened.

When they pulled up to the carnival it was in full swing, the rides were going, and Ana could already see lines for the ticket booth and a few snack stands. They hopped in the ticket line, which was moving quickly and before she knew it Ana was buying two tickets. When they crossed over the threshold to officially enter the carnival Ana glanced down at Caleb and saw his eyes wide as they stared at everything.

Bright lights were coming off of almost every surface, they could already smell the popcorn and funnel cakes frying, the sound of the rides running and kids screaming in joy filled the air. There was a loud ding as someone won a prize and was handed a large stuffed animal.

“Where do you want to start?” Ana asked.

Caleb looked all around and then pointed to one of the rides. They walked over and it was one of the ones where they got in an apple and spun around while the ride itself spun around as well. Ana handed the guy their tickets and they chose one of the apples and locked themselves into place. While they waited for the ride to start Caleb didn’t seem to blink as he took everything in.

The announcer said the ride would start soon and then there as a loud buzz and they were off. Ana made sure to spin the wheel, so the apple spun faster and faster. Caleb’s giggle was the only thing Ana could hear as they continued to spin around. The ride slowly came to a stop, but Caleb’s laughter never died, he continued giggling until they were well off the ride and walking around.

“Want something to eat?” Ana asked.

Caleb nodded and Ana led him to one of the food stands. They waited in line and when they got to the front Ana ordered an assortment. She wanted Caleb to experience everything and if he didn’t want something then she’d just eat it. She ordered two corn dogs, chili cheese fries, two large sodas, and even some loaded nachos. She figured once they were full, they’d ride some rides, probably play some games and then before they left try the various desserts.

Ana stacked the fries on top of the corn dogs and carried the nachos in her other hand while Caleb took the sodas. They found an empty picnic table and laid their food out as they sat across from each other. Caleb’s eyes widened at the amount of food and the large proportions of the nachos and fries.

“If you don’t like anything I know there’s a pizza stand nearby,” Ana said, she didn’t want him to feel forced to eat any of it.

Caleb nodded and then picked up one of the corn dogs, tilting it in his hand as he gave it a curious look. Ana couldn’t believe he had never had one before, she was sure he had seen them, but trying them was a whole new experience. He picked off a bit of the breading and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly before he smiled. Ana chuckled as he took a large bite off the top of the corn dog.

“You know what’s really good?” Ana asked.

Caleb tilted his head as he continued to take another chunk out of the corn dog. Ana reached over and grabbed a packet of ketchup and drizzled it down the other corn dog then took a bite. Caleb’s eyes lit up as if he didn’t realize he could add ketchup. He quickly grabbed a packet of ketchup and added it to the last half of his corn dog.

When they made it to the chili cheese fries, they were still warm, and the cheese had perfectly melted. Ana grabbed a small handful of fries and shoved them into her mouth then smiled as Caleb did the same thing. Ana rotated between the fries and nachos, but Caleb had still seemed hesitant on the nachos. She was sure loaded nachos were a little intimidating for a kid with not only cheese but peppers and various other things on it. Caleb wasn’t an overly picky kid, but it was still a lot for someone trying them for the first time.

Caleb grabbed a nacho, managing to have a glob of cheese and a small pepper on the chip. He slowly brought it to his mouth and even closed one eye as he took a bite, clearly expecting it to be hot. When he realized they weren’t too hot he shoved the rest of the chip in his mouth.

“Which was your favorite?” Ana asked when they were all done.

“Chili cheese fries!” Caleb answered instantly.

Ana chuckled; he really was her son. “Mine too.”

They threw their trash away and continued on their way to more rides. They didn’t do anything that spun or dropped since they just ate but they had a blast at the other things. There was even a fun house they went through with various dead ends and clowns that seemed to pop out of nowhere. By the time they were done they felt okay enough to get on the ride they took them all the way up and dropped them. As they got to the top of the ride Caleb leaned forward, trying to take in the entire view of the carnival. It was a decently sized carnival, and they could see everything from up there, see all the games and lines of people, the lights shining below them.

After their last ride they grabbed some ice cream, Caleb getting classic vanilla with rainbow sprinkles and Ana opting for chocolate and vanilla twist with chocolate sprinkles. During their time there Ana couldn’t help the way her mind drifted back to you and how she knew you’d have a blast if you were with them. She had a feeling you’d be eager to go on every ride and would eat nearly everything on the menu with your werewolf metabolism. Something also told her you would be extra competitive, or at least just that cocky that you’d insist on playing more than one of the games and winning the big prize that you’d have no real use for.

They did pick out a couple games to play, even though Ana knew they were a waste of money the majority of the time. The first game they chose was one of those little water squirter ones, where they raced and who’s ever rocket got to the top first won. Ana smiled as she heard Caleb’s laughter over all the sounds of the game.

When Ana’s little rocket reached the top a flashing light went off and the ringing of a bell went off. Caleb turned to her; his smile widened than she had ever seen. The guy running the game pointed to the wall of smaller prizes Ana was allowed to choose from. He also gave her the option to play again because if she kept playing and winning, she could keep upgrading her prize until she got to one of the oversized ones.

“What do you think?” She asked Caleb.

Caleb tilted his head and rubbed his chin as if he was giving this decision some serious thought. Finally, Caleb smiled and pointed at the little fuzzy black wolf plush. The man behind the counter unclipped the wolf from where it was hanging and handed it over to Caleb with a smile. Caleb held the wolf out and then gave it a tight squeeze.

They continued on with a few more games from ring toss, which they each lost, to a basketball game, though Ana only managed to make one basket. Lastly, they played the game where they had to knock down all the empty milk bottles with a softball. Ana was more than happen to let Caleb throw the ball, but he handed it over to her. She gave him a playful eyeroll but happily took it. The first ball she threw knocked down all the bottles, the second one knocked down all but one, and the third knocked them down but not off their little podium.

Ana sighed, to win one of the big prizes they had to knock down all the bottles and they had to fall off the podium. Since she knocked down one set of bottles though the man behind the counter pulled out a box of small prizes and held it out for her to choose from. She dug through the box and finally pulled out a little mermaid keychain. Ana couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she was reminded about the job that involved hunting down sirens, despite the trauma she still felt for the ocean because of all that she took the keychain.

To end their night, they ordered a funnel cake as their last dessert. Ana decided to keep it simple, getting one with powder sugar and chocolate fudge drizzled over the top. When they sat down Ana ordered their Uber for home, knowing it should arrive by the time they were done eating.

Ana handed Caleb a fork, even though she’d preferred to pick it apart with her hands she didn’t want either of their chocolate-covered hands making a mess in someone else’s car. Caleb looked at the dessert that took up the entire paper plate with wide eyes. He waited until Ana ripped off a piece with her own fork and popped into her mouth before trying some himself.

When they were all done Caleb still managed to get his hands covered in chocolate. There was a small outdoor makeshift sink near the bathrooms that she used to help him clean off his hands. By the time his hands were completely free of chocolate they were rushing to the entrance where uber would be arriving in less than two minutes. They had just made it and weren’t even waiting thirty seconds before the Uber pulled up and they hopped into the vehicle.

Caleb dozed off almost immediately and Ana couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked as she brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes. She saw the little plush wolf tucked under his arm, she noted how similar it looked to you in your wolf from, though not nearly as terrifying. She was sure you’d enjoy knowing her son chose a wolf that reminded her of you, though she would never tell you that, your ego didn’t need that kind of boost.

Ana gently nudged Caleb awake when they got closer to home. Ana was sure she was strong enough to carry him, he didn’t weigh that much, but he was way too tall for her to be doing that. When they pulled up outside of the apartment complex Caleb sleepily slid out of the car and dragged himself up the stairs and all the way to his room. Ana followed close behind making sure he actually made it to his bed which he just flopped down onto.

Ana shook her head at her son’s ridiculousness. As she was about to shut the door she noticed Caleb roll over and open his sleep filled eyes. “That was a lot of fun,” Caleb whispered.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Ana whispered back, a soft smile on her face.

“Can we do it again?”

“Of course.” Ana thanked the universe that the night went well, this was going to be the start of something good, they were beginning to make real progress. “Get some sleep sweetie.”

“Love you,” Caleb mumbled, his eyes already closed and drifting back to sleep.

“Love you too,” Ana quietly closed the door and couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

Ana rubbed her eyes; she really did have a long day. She was debating whether she wanted to take another shower for the night or just wait till the morning. She sighed and decided to wait for morning and was just about to drag herself to bed when there was a knock at the door. She was tempted to ignore it; it was late and nothing good could come from her opening that door but whoever it was seemed insistent.

The knocking stopped as she entered the living room. She paused in her steps, suddenly on high alert. She tiptoed into the kitchen and silently opened a drawer and grabbed her gun. She inched her way towards the door, making sure to peek through the peep hole first. When she didn’t see anyone, she furrowed her brow. Everything was telling her not to open the door, but she still gripped the doorknob and gave it a twist.

“Oh my god,” Ana gasped when she saw your slumped over form on the ground, already having lost a lot of blood and still bleeding out.

She dropped down next to you; you turned your head, but it didn’t seem like you were actually seeing her. You barely managed to whisper something about silver before you lost consciousness.

She peeled back your jacket to see a nasty bullet wound. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled to herself.

She shoved the gun in the back of her waistband and instantly wrapped an arm around you. She used all her strength to haul you up, leaning most of your weight onto herself as she dragged you into the apartment. She tried to be as quit as possible, not wanting to wake Caleb up, she wasn’t sure how she’d explain this to him. She managed to get you to her room without bumping into too many things then plopped you down on the bed. She quickly closed the door and flipped you over, getting you into a better position so she could assess the damage.

While she ran to her bathroom she called Grace. She mumbled to herself as the phone only continued to ring. She dug under her sink, pulling out a small med kit, bandages, gloves, and a few more things she might need. The only thing she didn’t have was anything to sanitize the instruments or to numb your pain, but she couldn’t exactly take you anywhere else. When Grace didn’t answer she just called again, she was sure Grace knew you were missing by now, she never ignored one of Ana’s calls before.

“Joey,” Grace’s panicked and slightly out of breath voice answered after a few rings. “I don’t have time to talk something hap-”

“I have them,” Joey cut her off.

Grace let out a sigh of relief and Joey could hear her taking several deep breaths. “Where are you?”

“My apartment,” Joey juggled everything in her hands, keeping the phone between her ear and shoulder so she didn’t miss anything. “They’ve been shot, said something about silver.” There was a loud squeal, like what tires would make if someone made a sharp turn really fast. She didn’t know where Grace had been headed but she had a feeling Grace was on her way to her now.

“Fuck.” Joey dropped the things at your bedside then began placing them on her nightstand and anywhere else she could easily reach but wouldn’t be in the way. She made sure everything was open, and all her instruments were in reach because she wasn’t sure what she would need yet.

“Where?” Grace asked. Joey could hear the strain in her voice as she tried to remained detached from the situation.

Joey didn’t bother with the scissors in her med kit and just grabbed your shirt and began ripping where the bullet hole was. Once your shirt was thoroughly ripped in half Joey pushed the two halves to the side and had a perfect view of the wound. She had her room light on but flipped the light on the nightstand on, trying to get as much of a visual as she could.

“Shoulder,” Joey mumbled, already putting on her gloves. “Fuck,” she whispered as she put her fingers next to the wound then lifted you just slightly to see the back. “It’s not through and through.”

“Fuck,” Grace whispered. “You need to get the bullet out, even if it didn’t pierce their heart being in their body is dangerous.”

Joey nodded; she was quickly falling back into doctor mode. “They’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“It’s fine,” Grace’s voice shook. “You just need to move quickly. Once all the silver is out of their body, patch them up and they will begin to heal.” Joey nodded, despite the fact that Grace couldn’t see her. “But all the silver needs to be removed. Even the tiniest bit is deadly.”

“I don’t have anything for the pain.”

“It wouldn’t work anyway.”

Joey ripped off her bloody gloves and tossed them in the trashcan by her bed. She rushed to her closet and dug around until she pulled out a portable x-ray machine. She didn’t do shady underground surgeries anymore but that didn’t mean she was getting rid of her equipment, it was too expensive, and apparently way to useful.

“I’m on my way,” Grace said. “I’ll clean up any messes left.”

“Thank you,” Joey mumbled, that hadn’t even crossed her mind. She was sure you somehow managed to drive yourself there so your car was a problem, and you definitely had been bleeding out in the hallway. If it wasn’t so late one of her neighbors could have come home and seen what would have looked like a crime scene in the building. “I’ll update you with any changes.” She hung up with Grace and dropped her phone on the nightstand.

She booted up the machine as she made her way back to you. When she got everything ready, she held the machine steady over your shoulder. She furrowed her brow as the x-ray came on the screen. The bullet didn’t seem like it went too far but it looked like there was a small fragment that broke off. She sat the machine on the ground and ran to the bathroom again. She flipped on the water and squirted an excessive amount of soap into her hands before she began scrubbing her hands and arms. She should have done that before, but she was in a rush, though she was sure germs and infection were the least of your worries at the moment.

When her hands were thoroughly clean, she looked around, rolling her eyes when she realized she didn’t have a sanitized towel. She grabbed one of the fresh towels off her shelf and began drying her hands. It was basically undoing all the cleaning she had just done but at least it was something, if she was working in a hospital she would definitely be fired.

She grabbed a new pair of gloves and slipped them on. She took one last look at you before grabbing her first tool and got to work. She also knew she should be wearing a mask but there was no time for that, if Grace was right then Joey could literally just go in and rip the bullet out of you, as long as it was removed, you’d heal, that’s what she said at least.

 You winced when she began digging for the bullet. She couldn’t help but glance at you every time you shifted. You were a werewolf who was just shot, if you woke up there was no telling how you’d react, if you’d even recognize Joey or just lash out. A small part of her was also worried about you making too much noise, at the end of the day saving you was more important, but she really didn’t want Caleb waking up and to come into her room only to see her removing a bullet from a seemingly random stranger.

There were beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, you didn’t even sweat after an intense training session. You let out something in between a groan and a growl, yanking your arm away from Joey in the process.

“Relax,” Joey whispered.  “Relax.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking more to herself or to you, but you did seem to relax, at least slightly.

She let out a shaky breath and got back to work. It took a second, but she finally felt the bullet. As gently as she could she pulled it out and dropped it on a small washcloth. Now it was time for the hard part, getting the fragment out. She glanced at the x-ray again so she could at least be in the right vicinity before she just started digging around in your open wound.

The door creaked open; Joey’s eyes widened as she whipped around but her shoulders quickly relaxed when she saw it was just Grace. “I cleaned the hallway and the blood trail in your apartment,” Grace said. “I’ll need to move their car before everyone starts waking up.”

Joey nodded. “I got the bullet out,” she said. “Just one more piece.”

Graced walked around the other side of the bed. She was careful not to sit on the bed and make sag and risk moving you. She did reach out and feel your forehead, Joey could already tell you had a fever. Graced caressed the side of your cheek and let out a sigh.

“I thought it was just a recon mission,” Joey commented, flicking a glare at Grace. She knew Grace would never have let you go alone if she truly knew the risks were this high, but she was still supposed to be the one watching your back.

“It was,” Grace whispered. “It was a trap set up by hunters.”

“Hunters?” Joey furrowed her brow.

“Werewolf hunters, vampire hunters, anything and everything sometimes,” Grace shook her head. “I knew something was off; I should have waited.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“The attack was planned, well-coordinated, when they wake up, I’ll get numbers.” Joey didn’t even think of that, she hadn’t thought of the shooter at all let alone that there had probably been more than one. While she was out having fun at the carnival you were running for life. “They won’t get away with this.”

Joey let out a sigh of relief as she pulled out the fragment. “Got it.” She saw Grace physically relax as the last piece was dropped next to the bullet.

She ripped off the gloves and tossed them into the garbage can just like she had done with the others. “No stitches needed. Just patch them up, they should be healed by morning.”

Joey nodded, and let out a shaky breath. If you weren’t a werewolf, if you were only human, you would have been dead, you wouldn’t have even made it to her. The one time she didn’t go with you on a job, and you almost died. Both of you had life and death scenarios before but this one felt different.

Joey went back to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under some water. She used it to clean you up and once you were no longer actively bleeding, she grabbed a large bandage from her med kit. She managed to grab your bloody shirt and toss it in the trash as well. Joey wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, you were in her bed, patched up after nearly bleeding out, her garbage can was full of items covered in your blood, and her medical tools she hoped to not need again were all laid out perfectly.

“They can stay here for the night,” Joey found herself saying. “I know you’d probably say they’d be fine, but I’d rather not move them.”

“Okay,” Grace agreed. “I’ll get their car back to the house, call me when they wake, and I’ll be by to pick them up.”

Joey saw Grace out, noticing that her apartment and the hallway were spotless now. “Thank you,” Grace said, spinning around abruptly. “I know you wanted to keep this,” she gestured to herself and Joey. “Separate from your life but you have no idea how much I appreciate you for saving them.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Joey smiled. “They’re a pain in the ass,” she looked back down the hall where she knew you rested behind a door. “But they’ve really grown on me.”

Grace let out a knowing hum and had a look on her face that Joey couldn’t quite decipher. After saying her goodbyes to Grace she popped her head into Caleb’s room, seeing he was still sound asleep. She went back to her room and began cleaning and packing everything up. When she was finally done, she glanced at her phone and saw it was well after three in the morning. Joey ran a hand through her hair, the only way she’d get close to some proper sleep was if she went and crashed on the couch. Joey plopped herself down in the chair in the corner of her room. She relaxed into the cushion, her eyes only looking at you until they slowly fell closed.

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FABLE AND TRUTH | intro & playlist.

୧ ‧₊˚ love was the law & religion was taught.... ↳ summary: you had always been raised on being poise, feminine, classy. but what was most important to your family was your religion— and it had embroidered itself into your daily life. but when it’s time to pick between feelings and faith, which will you choose? pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. religious backgrounds & guilt | mature language | sexual content | substance use author's note. chapter one will be posted right after this, this is just a little intro!

playlist: 1. fable, gigi perez 2. the gold, phoebe bridgers 3. your best american girl, mistki 4. love me not, ravyn lenae 5. sailor song, gigi perez 6. creep, radiohead 7. puppet, tyler the creator 8. girls, girl in red 9. good luck, babe!, chappell roan 10. never be like you, flume

you woke up every morning to the soft hum of the alarm on your phone, its subtle vibration rattling on your wooden nightstand. sunlight seeped through the thin curtains, painting streaks of gold across your small dorm room. you’d wake up, make your bed, and slither onto your desk chair to pray. that’s how all your dawns and dusks were spent, night and day, everything had to fall into a routine. 

your Bible sat on the corner of your desk, bookmarked and worn from countless mornings spent reading the same verses over and over, letting their memorized words settle into your heart like an old friend.

faith was the thread that tied your life together. it was in the way you prayed before meals, even in the bustling cafeteria where no one else bothered to bow their heads, or on the way to class, while people scrolled on their phones and listened to music. 

faith had been the only thing you could take refuge in. it was everywhere, it was even in your playlists, full of soft gospel tunes and acoustic worship songs. it was in how you spoke— gentle, careful, always trying to reflect the grace you believed in. but it wasn’t easy. not even a little bit. 

you had a quiet life, one defined by structure and conviction. classes, study groups, sunday services, and the occasional volunteer shift at the community center. you never complained, though. this was the life you wanted— or at least the one you believed you should have. being a good person, a good christian, meant staying on the narrow path, even when it felt like the world was pulling you in a dozen different directions.

and you felt like it was what shaped you, your thoughts, actions– everything. it felt good to have a modest mindset, always giving to others, being sweet and gentle-hearted, and it didn’t bother you that you hadn’t experienced everything that others had. you always focused on higher things, like your future, your well-being, and of course, your relationship with God. 

then there was emma. your best friend, your opposite in every conceivable way. emma was wild, free-spirited, and unafraid of anything or anyone. her laughter echoed down the hallways, loud and unfiltered, the kind that made people stop and turn and whisper to others around her, but she never cared. 

she was the type to dance on tables at parties, to flirt shamelessly with anyone she found remotely attractive, to live every second as if it were her last. she’d drag you along to all her adventures, insisting that you needed to "loosen up" and "have fun for once."

and sometimes you wanted to. sometimes, when you watched emma throw her head back in carefree laughter or saw the way she lit up a room without even trying, you felt the smallest pang of envy. you wanted to be like her, to let go of the weight you carried and just live. but every time you tried, something stopped you. a voice in the back of your mind, a knot in your stomach, the ever-present reminder of who you were supposed to be.

the struggle wasn’t just about faith, though. it was also about the questions you didn’t have answers to. questions about yourself, about your identity, about the things you felt but couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. you’d grown up hearing that love was sacred, that it was meant to be between a man and a woman, that anything else was forbidden. but what about the nights when your thoughts wandered, when you felt things you couldn’t explain? what about the way your heart raced around certain people, the way your cheeks flushed at the slightest touch or glance?

it was a constant push and pull, a war within yourself that you couldn’t escape. you wanted to be true to your faith, to the values that had been instilled in you since you were a child. but you also wanted to understand yourself, to figure out what it meant to be you without the fear of judgment or condemnation. it felt impossible to reconcile the two, like you were being asked to choose between the life you’d always known and the freedom you secretly craved.

emma didn’t know. not about the questions, not about the doubts, not about the quiet nights spent crying into your pillow, begging god for clarity. she’d never understand. how could she? emma’s world was black and white, filled with sharp lines and bold colors, while yours was a sea of gray. she loved you, of course. she’d be the first to defend you against anyone who dared to say a bad word about you. but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her. you couldn’t bring yourself to tell anyone.

so you carried it alone. the weight of your faith, your doubts, your fears. you buried them beneath layers of prayer and routine, hoping that one day, the answers would come. but deep down, you weren’t sure if they ever would. and as much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was terrified of what those answers might be.

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[parasolladyansy]

Howdy there again ^^

Say wanted to ask... not trying to pry but... if you guys ever did runs for ansy and ikrit in alola... what starters would you two both pick?

Oh, and for the sake of asking... when it comes to making stories that are pokemon and trainer focused ,like most stories are, how do you usually go about your pokemon choices... other than for types or team combos and stuff.... I feel like you have answered this before... but i just had to ask

I'm making my own original stories with specific ideas and headcanons and I would love to hear more ideas from another creative

*also it me the guy who asked about ishi before*

Hi again!

So. Kinda off-topic, kinda not. >u> I REALLY wanted to like Moon / Ultra Moon. I have some ties to Hawaii on my mother’s side, & a lot of the Pokémon there seemed interesting. But I (& Ikrit) just couldn’t get into it. I feel like part of it was the lack of a traditional Pokémon League? Either way, didn’t get very far ^^;

On our short-lived runs (plot-wise we joke they just had a short vacay to Alola 🏝️), we actually both picked Popplio - I almost always choose the Water Starter, & it’d be fun to have a Water / Fairy (Rowlet was a very close second, because I also like birds). I feel like plot-wise, trainer-Ikrit would probably choose Litten instead, being a more fitting match =w=

That brings us to the second part of your Ask: it’s the Pokémon we used when we played those games, &/or Pokémon that seem to fit them.

For Sword x Shield, I probably took the most creative liberties for both Ansy & Ikrit’s teams. For Ansy, I combined my Gardener run (where my girl Leafeon, Moss, led the team instead of Rain) with my standard Parasol Lady run. For Ikrit, I added a Lunatone to represent his Hoenn roots as well as his working for a meteoriticist investigating the Wishing Stars.

Meanwhile, Diamond x Pearl REWRITE are our literal teams (for me, my 3rd run - I usually do a practice run where I get the lay of the land & just do what’s natural, then do a more themed run. BDSP needed a third one because I didn’t know Castform was available & I HAD to have Sora!)

Basically, I would observe the teams your trainer uses, what Pokémon you / they are attached to, maybe their trainer class or personal history, all to pick a fitting team for them.

Actually maybe a good example for that is Emmet:

Obviously he can’t his usual team in Sinnoh due to customs (my personal HC on why we can’t have certain Pokémon in certain games), so I had to invent his entire team. I noticed Emmet seems to like Electric, Bug, & Steel types, as well as Fossils going by his Archeops, & like all train worker Classes out there (Depot Agent, Rail Staff, Subway Boss), he’d have at least one digger.

I picked Electivire for him since his yellow fur might’ve reminded him of his precious Galvantula (& Joltiks). His Bastiodon is both a Fossil & a digger. Ingo has a Magnezone in place of his Klinklang, which Emmet has a twin of, so I gave him a Magnezone to match. The rest matches up more with what I observed about him.

So yeah! Hope that answers your question, & I look forward to see what you (or anyone else this helps out) come up with.

—

PS: oh! Editing to add that I also make sure the teams are still viable in battle with the help of some Pokémon team builders. My favorite was Marriland, but there’s a bug that happens whenever I use it now that crashes the site. If anyone has an alternative that works just as well up to Gen 9, pls lemme know! ^o^

[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept. 

No. 

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

[theprinceandagcd]

20 Fanfic Author Questions

Thank you so much @anincompletelist and @caterpills for tagging me!! These are fun and I haven't done one in while, so :)

1. How many works on AO3?

77 !!

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

481,726

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

but daddy, you love him

this is the first time I've felt the need to confess

we broke all the pieces (still wanna play the game)

can this be a real thing (can it?)

one single thread of gold tied me to you

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White, and Royal Blue now! I have written for others in the past but I'm a hyperfixation girlie at my core so just that one :)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I haven't always, but I do now! Sometimes I get behind but I try to go through my inbox and knock some comments out at least once or twice a week.

6. Angstiest Ending?

I don't really do angsty/not happy endings - it's not in my capability, honestly? you can run (but only so far) was angsty up to VERY close to the ending but that's probably the best I can do

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

I ALMOST answered this with gay chicken just because they do get a... happy ending. i'm SORRY.

Probably the but daddy, you love him universe - the third installment especially is just sob-worthy happy. (although, perhaps that third installment isn't their final story, either)

8. Do you get hate?

I did get one guest comment once telling me to kill myself? But otherwise not really - I'm really grateful for it, too.

9. Do you write smut?

I do!! I didn't in previous fandoms and didn't when I started with RWRB, but I've got a few now and have a multichap coming soon that is VERY smutty. I've gotten a lot more comfortable with it and it's a nice tool to have, although works don't need smut to be good and I like choosing to do stories without it still, too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I do not - the hyperfixation is too real.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few, yeah!! it's super cool. I'm always very enthusiastically supportive of people doing this.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not yet!! but there may be a doc that exists where someone says "okay hear me out" every five seconds

14. All time favourite ship?

excuse you

probably captain swan but don't tell firstprince i said that

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oooh. i have a handful of multichap ideas/outline docs that like, just odds are that not all of them get written. not sure which ones, but I'm sure at least one of them will wind up not working out.

16. Writing strengths?

Dialogue!! my go-to beta thinks it's because I did theater in college and took script writing classes which are dialogue heavy, but I LOVE putting dialogue together. sometimes when i'm in the process of writing, I'll do dialogue skeletons just to feel successful in writing and go back later to add exposition and fill everything out.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

other than having sort of favorite words that I tend to overuse, I think my main weakness is emotional weight in stories. I've read so many fics where I'm practically gasping for breath at the end because it's really hit me in the heart, and I just don't think my writing has that? I tend to think my best writing is when I'm being funny or cute, writing in banter and etc, and when I try to do something heavy or emotional it never feels like it's quite got the same punch to it as what I wanted.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Love reading it - I don't typically write it because of time and not knowing any languages other than English and American Sign Language - which isn't easy to put into a fic. I've looked up small lines before for specific purposes and checked with someone who knows the language, but it's not something I typically have the time to do right - and I am NOT going to do it wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh my god. high school musical. don't fucking look at me.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Can I say a WIP that I haven't posted yet?? I'm gonna say a WIP I haven't posted yet :)

no pressure tags! @agostobuwan @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @clockwrkpendrxgon @dreamtigress @everwitch-magiks @fckngyrs @firenati0n @fullsunsets @henryspearl @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jmagnabo92 @kj-bee @miharaikko @milowren29 @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nontoxic-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @orchidscript @pinkamour1588 @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @read-and-write- @softboynick @sophie1973 @stellarmeadow @suseagull5914 @thesleepyskipper @thighzp @thinkof-england @tinyarmedtrex @wordsofhoneydew

[cha-melodius]

20 Fanfic Author Questions

Hello! I emerge from the desert and return to civilization (and am no longer responsible for 10 undergrads lol). Thanks for the tag on this one @loki-is-my-kink-awakening!

ETA: I thought I remembered doing this one and I did, here, about a year ago. Interesting what has and hasn't changed. Why are some of my answers almost verbatim even though I didn't look at this before. 😂 Oh well.

1. How many works on AO3?

136.

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

1,576,928

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

(these are all RWRB, surprise surprise) Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood Nova, Baby Class(room) Warfare All the Old Showstoppers  Always Where I Need To Be

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White and Royal Blue

Loki

The Man from UNCLE

5. Do you respond to comments?

I mostly respond to comments when I'm publishing a long multichap, so I can chat with people about the fic. I'd love to respond to all the rest and in my head I say I'm absolutely gonna do it someday, but... I have a backlog of about 4k unanswered comments lmao.

6. Angstiest Ending?

Black Moon (TMFU, Napollya) @heytheredeann recently reminded me that this is actually kind of an unhappy ending. More like... it's an open ending and the unhappy ending is implied by circumstances lol. But I think it's also my angstiest because of those circumstances.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

This is nearly impossible to answer because so many of my fics go for maximum fluff at the end. But really any of my long multichaps because I feel like the endings are more fleshed out/we see an epilogue of them happily together in the future.

8. Do you get hate?

I've gotten my share of unkind comments, but I don't think any of them would classify as hate.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, though I don't really consider myself a smut writer. I don't do PWPs (no judgement to those who do! just not my jam).

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, though not for quite a long time. I think they're fun, but the audience on them is very narrow.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

There was that weird 'audible for fanfic' website not that long ago that was ripping off fics and putting them up, and I had at least one on there. Side note they made these horrible AI covers for them and I kinda wish I'd screenshotted mine before it got taken down because it was so absurd.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a handful of TMFU fics, and @donghaian has translated 12 of my RWRB fics into Mandarin!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. @cricketnationrise and I have fic that's been all planned out but we've not gotten around to trying to write it.

14. All time favourite ship?

UGH IMPOSSIBLE. I refuse to answer lmao.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If I want to finish it, I will. The things I won't finish are fics that I started and then either drifted away from the fandom or decided I didn't like it that much.

16. Writing strengths?

Action, dialogue (especially banter), plot. I've been told that my fics play out like movies in people's heads, which is an incredible compliment.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Lyricism? Idk how to put it. I think my writing is more utilitarian than beautiful.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Sure! If it's more than a few words I like to see a translation somewhere, though. Unless the POV character isn't supposed to understand!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Xena: Warrior Princess. Er... 28 years ago lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

UGH AGAIN. You're asking me to choose my favorite child! How am I supposed to pick?

Ok, it's Body and Soul(mate). 😂

No pressure tags @pippinoftheshire, @justabigoldnerd, @cricketnationrise, @welcometololaland, @alasse9, @caterpills, @heytheredeann, @rmd-writes, @too-young-to-fall-in-love, @faketrex, @anincompletelist, @read-and-write-, @porcelainmortal, @sparklepocalypse, @blueeyedgrlwrites, @eusuntgratie, @ninzied, @firenati0n, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine, @sherryvalli, @liminalmemories21, @kiwiana-writes, @iboatedhere, @thesleepyskipper, @noahreids, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @14carrotghoul, @orchidscript, @clottedcreamfudge, @three-drink-amy

[lambasi]

An Interview with Vivayth

Inspired by Bernard Pivot's and James Lipton's Questionnaire

What is your favourite word?

"There are a.. good number of them! Huh. Fervor, sterling... I think- my favourite word has to be an insult—I dare you to call me predictable for this. Anyway, if I really had to pick a favourite, it would likely be sarmissonays'um. There's no direct translation, but it means something roughly along the lines of 'wretched, unholy thing', or.. something like that."

2. What is your least favourite word?

"'Fetid', without a doubt. There is just- something so... I don't know, I don't like the way my mouth moves when I say it, I don't like how it sounds when people say it, I don't like the baggage- like, I keep hearing it be used in reference to swamps, and- well, I don't like to think of my home as a.. 'fffetid swamp', to say the least. Ugh."

3. What turns you on?

"Ambition! Passion! Just- spirit, I suppose? Nevermind the fact that is a seriously personal question, it will never not swell my heart when I can see the light in someone's eyes shine so brightly. We have all come from ash, and there can be no ash without fire, and through fire do we return to the ash from whence we came. And there's few things so beautiful to see someone glow with the energy and- and- the warmth that fire brings."

4. What turns you off?

"I can't stand excess. I look to the people losing themselves to their extravagance, the heaps of luxury that immerses our society at every class, and- there are still ways for some to impress me with their overindulgence and debauchery. Like- congratulations on just-... the emptiness. At least the body and mind are occupied? Ah... just- pitiable, is how I'd describe it. At best."

5. What sound or noise do you love?

"Not everyone would agree with this, but- growing up in Ebonheart, the rumbles of Ash Mountain were something so soothing to me. One might think- 'oh no, danger!', but it's hard for me to feel the shaking ground and think of anything but... life. The land is alive. I'd be worried about silence and stillness. 'Stasis asks merely for itself, which is nothing'."

6. What sound or noise do you hate?

"See, I would say loud noises, broadly speaking, just- bad. But that's not so much a noise as it is a volume. Anything at a high enough volume can be impossible to deal with, but that doesn't mean it's one particular noise, see? I think for me, a noise I really don't like is just- absence. The absence of noise. It's maddening. It's still, it's silent- no, no, worse than silent. It's nothing. Stillness does not belong to this world, it indicates there's something deeply wrong."

7. What is your favourite curse word?

"Seeing as I already sort of cheated with the earlier question, I'll just- answer for my second favourite curse word, which is 'nchow'. The 'oomph' that it has when you say it out loud after hurting yourself, or you run into some frustrating roadblock or- something like that, it's just- fun, I guess, to say, on top of relieving some of the anger. Nchow! That's the sound of something being kicked, I bet."

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

"I've been told I'd make a good mehra. Delivering sermons and offering my sympathies to the despondent... I'm told I've the lungs and passion to inspire the faithful of ALMSIVI. Were circumstances different, and the climate better, I would've considered it, maybe."

9. What profession would you not like to do?

"You could not pay me to be a caravan guard, or- worse yet, actually, a netchiman. It's not that there's something inherently wrong with the herders and their profession, it's just- I couldn't do it. The smell, the sting-barbs of the damn creatures... and I've heard enough about their temperament to, generally speaking, want to steer clear of them. That sounds like it'd be all sorts of stress that would not be worth the pay, however much netchimen net on average. Like- see, I wear the netch hide, I use their beaks and whatnot, like everyone else- I'm not some sort of... anti-netchiman— I feel like I'm rambling. Can we just move on to the next question?"

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God the Ancestors say when you arrive at the pearly gates beyond the Waiting Door?

[long pause] "...'You did well', and... that's all."

[seriouslycalamitous]

Okay, first of all, I’m absolutely in love with your writing style, it’s so good and you’re so incredibly talented!! I’m really enjoying your shapeshifter fic, and am very excited to see where it goes.

Secondly, I was wondering how you manage to write so much each week? I’m an aspiring writer myself, and would like to start writing my first long fic, but I’m having trouble with the long part…. Do you have any tips?

Again, love all your fics, am very excited to see how the shapeshifter one will end (my brain is theorising so many random things), and I wish you a very lovely rest of your day!

-✨

AWWW this is all very very sweet!! I’m so happy you enjoy what I try so hard to write for you guys, that really does warm my heart! I’m beyond excited to post the ending soon!!!!

And those are some really good questions! I can definitely answer, though i might ramble a bit!

Personally, I’ve been a writer for a really long time. Ten years — so i’ve got my fair share of experience with writing.

English is my line of study, something I could rant about for a while if asked. Because of this, some stuff comes more easily for me than it does for a lot of people. Practice and time are the best ways to improve, whether you have traditional school backings or not.

And, secretly, I actually DON’T write a chapter every week! I prewrite the majority of my fics, and I only start rushing if I post before my fics are completely done. With my last fic, BTDOM, I had only prewritten 4/9 chapters, and I started speed-writing like 9k words a week once the updates caught up to me.

It was rough, I don’t recommend putting yourself on a scheduled deadline like that unless you’re confident. I know I can write pretty consistently, so I don’t tend to worry. For example, two days ago, I decided to add 3.9k words to Ch5 of CWTT and i wrote it in under 24 hours and then slept SO HARD.

While I don’t think i’m out of this world crazy, I definitely am NOT the standard for a regular fanfic writer. I practically write every hour of the day. I have the google docs app downloaded on my phone, so I can write while I wait for the bus, write between classes, so on and so forth. When you’re used to operating like that, and it’s your only hobby, you become kind of obnoxiously quick.

As for advice, a general rule of thumb is to try and write a little every day. A friend of mine has a writing goal to write 1k words a day - but that could be shortened to 500 or even less depending on your comfortability, it’s just constant progress!

When it comes to long fics, you should sit down with yourself and figure out what exactly you mean by long. My fics are long in word count, but short in chapter count. This is ideal for me, as it takes away the pressure of planning things that I think might never end, and it makes it easier to reach a goal without carrying on certain plot elements for longer than is necessary. I really honestly do recommend this!

Something else that is important is not biting off more than you can chew. Especially for your first long fic, don’t try to add too many, if any, side plots should they be avoidable. Smaller cast lists can help with this. You want to make sure you can complete the main story itself without having to stress over a loose end you forgot was there. If you finish writing, and you realize there’s wiggle room that won’t interrupt the main plot, going back and adding things, or making spin-offs in the same universe can be a fun treat!

You don’t have to plot EVERYTHING either. I tend to start with the end, a few generalized middle scenes in my head, and the beginning in mind. The fluff in between is where cute scenes like pirates debating their captain’s love life can come in! It’s recommended that these fluff scenes still add something into the plot, obviously, like showing the reader how a relationship is developing, how outside people view it, how this person interacts with a magical feature, etc.

A scene of, say, Scar doing paperwork without acknowledging anyone else or anything else beyond the paperwork for a thousand words is boring to read and will be boring to write too. Spare yourself!

Anyway, as you can tell, I’m super big on writing and I know a lot and I CANNOT stop talking. If you have any more questions or want any more advice on specific things, I love analyzing writing, especially in fanfic, and I’m happy to help!

Good luck with your fic!!!

[nyxie-puffs]

Remember me Pt.1

Characters: Jamil Viper x GN! Reader CW: Angst, Amnesia, Reader is Yuu. 1/?? summary: You're back in your world but you don't know why everyone is so worried. You never left.... right?

Two years, they said… You’d been missing for two years. You lay in the hospital bed, confused out of your mind. The bright lights of the room shine into your eyes, just bright enough to cause a headache. The doctors, cops, hell even your own parents had been questioning you. “Do you know how worried we’ve been?!” or “Where were you?”, were just a few of the questions thrown your way by the many, many people in the room, hovering around your hospital bed. Acting as if it were a miracle you were even alive. They poked and probed you running tests of all sorts. They interrogated you, each question same as the last but worded differently. Trying to get you to give up information or to catch a slip of the tongue. However your answer remained the same, “I Don’t know”. You had woken up in your room this morning, comfortable in your sheets. You swing your legs over the side of the bed. A shiver shooting up your spine when your feet hit the cold, hardwood floor. You throw on the clothes left in your drawers for the day. Picking up a pair of pants and examining them before deciding that they'll have to do. You make your way down the stairs, blinking feverishly, acting like it would blink the sleep away. As you turn to face the kitchen your parents stare at you, shock written on their faces. You stare at each other unblinking before chaos erupts. They are rushing towards you, grabbing you and hugging you. Amidst the shocking smothering of affection you spot your sister. She’s standing in the corner, she looks different. More mature, older, was her hair shorter? The longer you stare the more you notice, and right before you look away, you see her eyes begin to tear up…. Your boyfriend sits in his room, staring at the photo of you in his hand. Stained with his own tears. It had been less than a day since your departure and he already missed you. You didn’t belong here. He knew that. Then why? Why does it hurt so much now that you’re gone? He glances at the time 9:34pm. He should be sleeping. He has class at eight. He has to make breakfast, care for his boss. He needs sleep… Yet he can’t, the feeling in his chest is unbearable. Tears streak across his face, tainting his beautiful tan skin. His hair, usually long and silky, pulled into a perfect ponytail, lined with braids, is now messy. It hasn’t been this way since… Well since the incident. The difference is after the incident he had you. You were there to comfort him, lift him up and support him. That’s why he loved you. You never left his side, even when he snapped. He hurt you so much and you forgave him, you accepted him. No one else had, not his family or friends. You noticed him behind the mask, the facade he wore. Now you’re gone. Gone forever, back to your own world. To the family you talked so much about, the family he’d listen to the stories from and wish he could meet. From making fun of your sister to fawning over your dog. He listened, hoping one day you could see them again. He wanted you to see them again. Not like this though. Never like this

[antinousletmehit]

Ugrhrhrh I HATE WHEN TUMBLR DOESNT LET ME ANSWER ASKS NORMALLY

1. When he started making money, it wasn’t a lot but it was enough to feed and clothe both of them. He mostly just bought clothes, food, and other necessities, he didn’t really approve of buying wants.

2. If pandora wanted to try and help provide, he’d tell her to shut up, and tell her that a little girl can’t go alone and make money.

3. It’s more nature, see she thinks he’s kinda dumb, so it’s funny to make fun of him.

4. When antinous does it, it’s more nurture. Antinous is only being harsh because “he wants what’s best for his sister.”

5. If she’s acting differently from normal he’d drag her off and ask her why she’s being “difficult.”

6. Antinous was getting hurt left and right, so he was constantly bandaged while pandora was worrying for him. Though they both had a shitty little place.

7. By the time they came, I’d say they were pretty middle class

8. Nope, but he does go play wrestle with the suitors, or go hunt to keep him in shape.

9. Let’s say Pandora was somehow alone during this, Pandora would panic seeing this complete stranger came up to her, and she’ll think he’s there to try and steal something from her. If antinous was there though, he’d scare Telemachus away

10. There’s a bunch of early palace scenarios on my ag masterlist with Eury and pandora interactions.

11. They’d still be out, and their father would be pissed that their mother let them go away, since they kinda need kids to continue their family line. Not much would happen besides them having to be careful on where they go.

12. When she first came, antinous scared off any potential suitors she might have, besides they’re too busy trying to court the queen to really care

13. Antinous would probably not approve, he’d tell her that all the suitors want is to sleep with her and nothing else.

Also TYY! If you get anymore questions feel free to send them, I love answering asks about ag:3

[ofmdrecaps]

9/10-17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Pt 3

TLDR; David Fane; Lindsey Cantrell; Nat Torres; Damien Gerard; Dominic Burgess; Fan Events: OFMD Rewind; S2 Trailer (Because the Night, Belongs to lovers); Trends; Fan Spotlight: Relax I'm From The Future; OFMD Colouring Pages/Paper Pete; Love Notes;

Part 1 / Part 2

== David Fane ==

David is teaching at ICAN International! Check them out on their website!

"ICAN’s focus is to help create opportunities in work force development, build infrastructure and establish placement goals by amplifying training with extensive ongoing master classes, by bridging connections beyond Hawaii." More videos on the Repo

Source: David Fane's Instagram Stories

== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Our beloved set designer, Lindsey Cantrell has so much going on too right now! Did you know she's going to be at Comic Con LA! Our friend petrichor (aka gheyandwoke on twitter) is spreading the word about the OFMD Panel happening Oct 6, 1 PM PST featuring none other then Linds Cantrell!

Source: GheyandWork on Twitter Oh and in case you are a fan of Only Murders In The Building, it just won an Emmy for Outstanding Music Composition For A Series! This was another great show she worked on and if you'd like to check out some BTS/other things she shared for it, feel free to visit here!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our fabulous writers, Nat Torres making a quick appearance.

Source: Nat Torres Instagram Stories

== Damien Gerard ==

Damien, our dear Father Teach has some WONDERFUL NEWS. Five Years Clear of Cancer! Congrats sir!

Source: Damien's Twitter

In other news, he's on Dragon Age: Vows of Vengeance Episode 1! Listen in if you're interested!

Source: Damien's twitter

== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic, (aka Jeffrey Fettering) keeping up with the current events!

Source: Dominic Burgess Twitter

== Fan Events ==

OFMD Rewind Eps 5-8 with @adoptourcrew and @astroglideofficial is happening tomorrow, 09/19/24! Did you miss out on the fun on twitter on the 12th, or just don't have access to twitter? No problem! You can see the whole thread here on the repo.

"Join us and @astroglideofficial for our rewatch of Episodes 1-4 of S1 of #OurFlagMeansDeath! We’ll see you on Twitter at 2:30PM PDT to talk it through…as a crew 🏴‍☠️ #LubeAsACrew#OFMDRewind#ofmd"

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Instagram

== S2 Trailer Anniversary ==

Adopt Our Crew lead the charge with the S2 Trailer "Because The Night Belongs To Lovers" S2 Trailer, anniversary on Sept 14th! They asked some fun questions to boost engagement! Feel free to reach out to them to answer any of the questions! Don't know which trailer we're talking about? Check it out below!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Trends ==

Oh and great job everyone, looks like some great trends on twitter from the 14th!!

Source: Politest Menace's Twitter

Source: AOC's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Relax I'm From The Future! =

So this is VERY late because of my delays but I was given permission by the fabulous @citrussyndicate and all folks involved to share this phenomenal Relax I'm From The Future Cosplay w/Rhys! Thank you so much for allowing me to share this, it's so cool!

Source: @ CitrusSyndicate's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages / Paper Pete! ==

Our fantastic friend @patchworkpiratebear is back with more colouring pages, and something new and exciting-- Paper Pete! These were all done as part of the @ofmdaction event, and they are awesome!

Source: Patchwork Piratebear's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. Gosh, I can't believe it's been a week. I have to give it up to the ofmd fan crew cause they do week long reports and oh my god is it exhausting. I tip my hat to you lovely folks for all the work you did for so long with weeklong updates. Tonight, I wish I had more in me so I could properly express myself. I am so very grateful for all of you wonderful crewmates who have been patient, and kind and supportive over the past week to me. It's been a lot, and I try to keep people up to date, but I also try not to go too crazy cause it's a lots of heavy stuff going on (not just with me, with everyone on a personal level, with the world, etc), so whether you left passing hugs, or a kind word, I just want you to know you are so very incredibly appreciated and it means so much to me. So please accept so many hugs coming your way from me, and some ghostly forehead kisses.

Sometimes life hits us with some of the absolute craziest shit, and you know what helps get us through it? Each other. A hug, or a kind word makes a world of difference. Someone checking on you, or reminding you to drink water, it can honestly save someone's life/sanity and it kept me going this week. So please know that you make such an amazing difference, in my life and so many others. <3

But also, please remember. if you need support too, reach out, I know sometimes it's hard to ask for help, but we're here for you <3. We only have this one life, and there's no use going through it alone. Love you so much crew, thank you again for being such a wonderful group of kind hearted, compassionate folks. I am so honored to know so many of you <3.

Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr

Source: BloomWithChristie Instagram