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Buckle up folks, this is a long one

Some doubts and breakfast

"Alright, we can get the Journals first thing tomorrow. There's some of Bill's weaknesses in journal 3, those should come in handy." O,Ford says. it was already dark out when they came up from the basement

"Bill? You know what it's to late for this. let's just get you old geezers to bed." Y,Stan says with a grin

"Oh man, geezers? we're not that old!" O,Stan says. "I'll go find some blankets, be right back."

"You are ta me, you old geezer!" Y,Stan yells after his older self. Then it was just Y,Stan, and O,Ford in the living room. "So uh... You can have the couch." Y,Stan says

"You're hurt. You need it more than I do." O,Ford says

"It's your couch anyway, I'll be fine somewhere else." Y,Stan says

O,Ford's a bit concerned."Are you sure? It's really no trouble if-"

"I said I don't want it!" Y,Stan yells. What had Stan done in the future to make O,Ford so nice to him? Probably lie. That was the only way Ford would ever be this nice to him. If O,Ford knew the truth, he'd know that Stan was a no-good excuse of a human, not worth his time

O,Stan came back with some blankets. "Great, I leave for two seconds, and now there's even more tension in the air." O,Stan Sighs."l was doing that self-loathing thing again, wasn't I."

"I really hate that you're me." Y,Stan grumbles. None of his thoughts are just his own, now that there's two of him

"Yup, there it is." O,Stan says. "Kid, I didn't trick Ford into caring about me, or whatever other reason you've come up with as to why Ford doesn't hate you. You know I wouldn't do that."

"Stanley, I realize our relationship was rather, strained at this time, to say the least. But I can assure you, I'm being genuine." O,Ford says

"W whatever you say." Y,Stan says. He didnt need these old Stans to be worried about him. He needed them to be worried about the Ford that was still trapped in the portal. Y,Stan had been working weeks on that thing, and now Ford was right there, in front of him. well, a version of Ford at least. Y,Stan can't believe it

"What is it, Stanley?" O,Ford says

"Wh- oh, it's nothing," Y,Stan looks away, realizing he was staring."It's just... you look cozy."

O,Ford pats the couch indicating for Y,Stan to lay down, which he begrudgingly does

They finally settle down for the night O,Stan was on the floor with some blankets and a pillow

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O,Ford wasn't going to repeat his past mistakes. He'd thought a lot about what he would've done differently if given the chance. He always wished he could've prevented everything with the portal sooner. To stop Bill before weirdmageddon, before the fearamid, before the memory gun. O,Ford shoots his eyes open

O,Ford's carful not to wake the sleeping Y,Stan on top of him. Y,Stan's leg and arm were draping off the couch now, but he was sound asleep

Judging by the low light from the window, O,Ford would guess it's probably early morning now. But the Stans were both still asleep, and both of them were snoring loudly. Great, just what O,Ford needed right now, to be alone with his thoughts."Stan? You awake?" O,Ford tries, only to be met with more snoring

O,Ford breathes out slowly. Ookay, this is fine. he'll just wait for them to wake up. Simple. Why couldn't he just convince his brother (brothers?) to shut down the portal. True, they wanted him back, but should they? He wasn't exactly the best brother, even if he was actually trying to be now. Maybe he shouldn't help with the portal, was there even a way to Bill proof it?

But O,Ford knew the Stans wouldn't give up on past him. O,Stan had already opened the portal without him once. O,Ford knew the Stans would find a way to reopen the portal, with or without his help

The sun was rising now. O,Ford would feel slightly less bad if he woke up the Stans now. He looked at Y,Stan on his chest, he was so fragile in O,Ford's arms. When was the last time Y,Stan even slept? O,Ford decided against waking them up. Instead, O,Ford settled back in place and closed his eyes again, drifting back to sleep

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The sun was high in the sky before Y,Stan woke up again, but eventually, he began to stir. There was a smell of toast and eggs in the air

"Good morning Stanley." O,Ford says, putting down the book he was reading

Y,Stan remembers everything that happened last night and immediately falls off the couch, and consequently, O,Ford. "Aap-... So that wasn't a dream? You're still here."

O,Ford stands up and stretches. "Yes, that wasn't a dream. I'm not sure if that's fortunate or unfortunate." O,Ford says "Now come along Stan already made breakfast."

They go to the kitchen and find O,Stan setting the table."Morning. sleep well?" O,Stan asks

"Yeah, surprisingly." Y,Stan says as he sits down to eat breakfast

"This is, I'm a really good cook." Y,Stan compliments

"Why, thank you mini me." O,Stan says

"All things considered, you seem rather accepting of the fact time travel exists." O,Ford says

"Yeah well, in my short time in gravity falls, I've seen some things. If there was a place that time travel would exist, it'd be here." Y,Stan says

"You got that right. Though we weren't even in gravity falls when we made the jump." O,Stan says

"Right, the Stan o'war ll, you said?" Y,Stan says

"We're not talking about that! that doesn't exist." O,Ford puts his face in his hands."...I really wish I didn't tell you that."

"Ok ok I won't ask about the boat. at least not right now," Y,Stan mumbles

"Pretending I didn't hear that." O,Ford says. "So I think it would be fastest if we split up to get the Journals, Stan do you think you could go to the bunker to get Journal 3? Then me and Stanley can go near gravity falls elementary to get Journal 2"

"Elementary? Ford. Tell me you did not hide one of you Journals- Journals that, mind you, have extremely dangerous information in them! near an elementary school?" O,Stan says

"Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but when you put it like that- In my defense, I was running on like no hours of sleep at the time." O,Ford says. "...which, wasn't that long ago in this time."

"Wait, is that how Gideon found Journal 2." O,Stan says

"Gideon? that's a dumb name" Y,Stan says

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." O,Stan says

"Gideon had Journal 2? I thought you found it." O,Ford says

"Nope, I swiped it from him when he stole the deed to the mystery shack." O,Stan says. "Probably never would have found it otherwise."

"He stole what!" O,Ford yells. Making a mental note of that for when they got back to their time

"We got it back- it doesn't matter, alright." O,Stan says. "Yeah, sure I can go to the bunker, but why is he going with you?"

"I mean, you're welcome to take him with, but I don't think he's letting go anytime soon." O,Ford says

Y,Stan was holding onto O,Ford's arm. "I'm just fine going with Ford. Thank you very much." Y,Stan says. He wasn't going to let O,Ford out of his sight "Last time I left you alone, you built a portal and then got sucked into it."

"That's a bet of an oversimplification of our relationship. And that was a long time ago." O,Ford says

"Not ta me, it wasn't!" Y,Stan says

Thay finish breakfast and get ready to go on ther respective trips. They were at the door about to leave

"Ford if- when we get mini you back, well that- I mean, the kids aren't born yet in this time. Would bringing you back early change the timeline so they'd no longer exist." O,Stan says hesitant. That was perhaps the only thing that wasn't worth getting Ford back early for

"I'm afraid I don't know enough about time travel. If we're talking about the butterfly effect then us even being here could massively change the future, unless it's a closed time loop in which case we can't change the future in any way we haven't already, I theorize that's the kind of time travel the kids did. But if it is a time loop then we couldn't get mini me back and Stanley would have to forget ever meeting us, to preserve the timeline. There's also the possibility that there's multiple timelines at play, that's probably the best-casescenario, cause it'd mean we could both save mini me- man! that is fun to say. mini me, mini me- anyway, both save mini me and the children wouldn't disappear. But... there's really no way to tell." O,Ford says, forgetting to breathe

"Whoa, slow down there." O,Stan says

"These kids you're talking about, are they?" Y,Stan asks inquisitively

"It's probably best if we don't tell you any more about them." O,Stan says

"Oh, Stan, you don't think I could've- when I let things slip about the future, I mean-" O,Ford says, worry in his voice. He could never forgive himself if that were the reason the kids might disappear. Or rather, never appear to begin with

"Hay now, It's like you said, we just don't know." O,Stan says, trying to reassure O,Ford

"We should probably get going if we wanna get back before dark." Y,Stan says

On that somber note, they left the shack. O,Stan heading towards the bunker, and Y,Stan & O,Ford heading to the gravity falls elementary school

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Stuff for a Danyal Al Ghul au i haven't posted - Pit Beast Danyal

Damian, 13: Look, Danyal, -- I am so sorry for everything that happened between us in the League, I hope you can forgive me.

Danny, 10 (allegedly): (has been secretly plotting to murder Damian this whole time, is still gonna do it obvs, but is going to make it significantly less painful now)

Danny: I-- of course, older brother. :]

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Bruce: what do you have there, Damian?

Damian:

Danny: (a hulking 10ft pit beast standing beside him, growling idly with ram horns gouging out his eyes and a second set of horns jutting into the air, spines down his back, and a long, spiked tail with an animalistic, skull-like face)

Damian, who smuggled him in (they've made amends): a smoothie, father

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Damian: this is my little brother Danyal, i murdered him when he was five. He festered in rage for the last half-a decade, took over a League mountain base in Switzerland, murdered everyone inside and then tried to murder me when I went to investigate with Drake.

Danny: hello!

Damian: we're cool now

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Damian: thoughts on resurrection

Danny, (a full ghost): i will succeed in murdering you if you try it

Damian: we'll put a pin in it then

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Danny (still instilled with League values): why don't we just murder him??

Damian, on patrol (Danny followed him): we don't murder people, Danyal

Danyal:,,,,are you sick, Dami?? Have you been possessed? Why not!?

(There is raucous laughing through the comms)

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Danny, five, pre-death: Dami! :D

Danny, dead, vengeful: Older brother (:

Danny, post-forgiveness: Dami! :]

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For some actual context: Danny is fully dead in this au, its a result of the classic DPxDC Demon Twins "death duel" trope but instead of Danny getting revived, he stays fully dead. Danny was five, Damian was seven. His ghost lingered though, and due to the proximity of the pits his ghost steadily absorbed the ambient energy it was letting off. The pits are not corrupted ectoplasm in this au, it's just liquid ecto.

Which means Danny's corruption from an angry and hurt little ghost boy to an unrecognizable monster is from his own doing. It's a result of him stewing in his hurt and anger for years, it physically warped him. He's very powerful. Danny can travel between League Bases but chose a small, out-of-the-way base in the Swiss mountains to fester in and then just. Never Left.

His influence steeped into the very foundations of the building, allowing him to transform and warp the rooms and hallways for his own bidding, Meaning he could turn it into a seemingly unending labyrinth if he so wished to, and block the entrance.

Eventually, blinded (both metaphorically and physically) by his own rage, Danny grew powerful enough to appear physically in the living realm and attacked everyone in the base, slaughtering them all and leaving the base abandoned. He attacks anyone who dares enter -- whether that be other league members, or the unfortunate hiker who stumbled across the base. His conscious is steeped into every nook and cranny of the building, there is nowhere you can hide where he can't find. Nobody leaves without his explicit say so. Nobody ever does.

Him appearing as ten years old before Damian in the skits above is his own physical doing. First it was to prevent Damian from being suspicious of him. Damian initially thought Danny was revived with the pits, he was too busy with his own training afterwards to notice that Danny never showed up again, and when he did notice, he assumed it was because Danny was too ashamed of his loss to face him. He'd always forget to ask about him.

Then it becomes a personal choice to appear as ten. It's how old he would've been had he been alive.

danny forgiving Damian is kinda for an offshoot branch of the main au. Whereas the main au takes the form of a ps4 first person horror game where Damian and Tim are investigating the Base for Plot Reasons. There's no sign of the rumored "monster" living inside until the end, where Danny, who was found inside the Base and has been happily "helping" them look around, manages to persuade Damian into splitting off from Tim in order to "show him something."

This something turns out to be Danny revealing that he never really forgave Damian for that fight, and he reveals through a horrifying transformation, that he was the monster the whole time. Which the game subtly hints at throughout as Danny's strange behavior becomes harder to ignore.

First from his insistence to only refer to Damian as "older brother" (when before the duel he always called him Damian or Dami), to him right off the bat denying the existence of a monster when questioned. ("There's no monster here, older brother. It's just me.") To other various things, like his knowledge of the outside world not matching up to modern times or things going on with the league outside of the base, or what happened to the other league members.

This whole idea was inspired by the song "Scylla" from Epic the Musical, with Danyal being the voice of Scylla as well as Odysseus, while Damian stands as Eurylochus. The instrumentals after Scylla says "hello" is him turning into the pit beast, and Scylla's "drown in your sorrow and fears" part is danny, as the pit beast, snarling at Damian while he attacks him.

There's a Good Ending, a Bad Ending, and a True Ending. The Bad Ending results in Damian being killed by Danny, it happens when Damian decides not to question or suspect Danny and treats him kindly. The Bad Ending is a cutscene, where Danny kills Damian quick and painlessly.

Meanwhile the Good Ending is Damian killing Danny. This is a boss fight, and it happens when Damian treats Danny coldly and suspiciously the whole time. Danny as a result, decides to make Damian's death painful as he had planned to, which is why it's a boss fight because it only causes him to double down on his anger.

The True Ending is Damian escapes with Tim. It happens when you treat Danny warmly up until the last minute, where when Danny proposes to Damian that he wants to show him something, Damian goes to talk to Tim and finally, reluctantly agrees that something is off with Danny, and that he'll be careful going in. It starts off with the boss fight until a third through, where it then changes to a cutscene where Tim manages to get the door open and Damian escapes out. It's then a chase scene down a never-ending hallway as the building actively works to keep you trapped inside. But you eventually make it to the exit so long as you avoid all the projectiles and doors.

Remember when I mentioned that Danny only lets people leave when he wants them to? That's where the treating Danny kindly throughout the game comes into play. It causes him to second guess himself and, eventually, reawaken and strengthen the love and admiration he had for Damian prior to his murder. It's why in the Bad Ending he kills Damian quickly -- because by then, he loves him enough that he doesn't want him to suffer, but is still so consumed by his rage and need for vengeance that he kills him anyways. That quiet part is what allows Damian (and Tim) to find the exit, because some part of Danny still loves Damian enough that he wants him to live.

The True Ending ends with a cutscene of Damian and Tim tumbling out into the snow/grass outside of the base. Damian looks up back to the entrance to see Danny standing there. But rather than a ten year old boy, there's a little five year old Danyal Al Ghul instead. He stares at Damian emotionlessly, blood seeping from his chest, staining his clothes, and little, bloody sword in his hands and tearstains on his cheeks, before he turns away and disappears back into the building.

[rosenapppiing]

alright now hear me out: The Purple Incident inspires Uzi to start trying to diagnose the issue by digging deep into her OS, complicated by the fact that it’s organized completely differently than what she remembers. Eventually she digs deep enough and finds that the Solver program is quite literally running UziDoorman.exe in compatibility mode. Now, there’s probably a reasonable explanation, after all her filesystem’s been streamlined and her body has had some… changes (why would a robot need digestive organs?) so maybe the compatibility mode is just so she can keep running on her body? But then why can she see herself running? No other WD can see themselves running, and as far as she knows, the same applies to DDs too. An entire neural network, compiled and compressed into a single exe, what else was changed? What else was streamlined? Why isn’t Cyn listed here? She’s picked up some new habits too. Mild shift in clothing preferences, her posture’s changed, even anime she used to love now seems like trash. Drones change, that’s life, but are these changes hers, or someone else’s? Is she just a copy? An emulation? Nothing more than an increasingly self aware façade to be switched on and off like a light by something beyond her? And when V comes charging at her, claws outstretched, murder in her eyes, demanding to know the truth, how can Uzi answer when she doesn’t even know herself?

ive kept this one in my inbox for so long bc its just so cool. I have no experience w like. Computer talk. Idk anything about files and programs. But this is so inspirational to me that i just kept comin back n reading it for fun. Honorary purples drones contributer right here.

Uzi faces a lot of identity issues in this au- the program that murdered every human on two planets (supposedly), mutated worker drones into cannibalistic death machines designed to starve, infected her mom, infected her, fatal-error-ed her and her friends like 2 dozen times- the catalyst for every bad thing to ever happen to anyone she knows, is currently coursing through her programing. Theres a horrible feeling in her gut every time she looks at n and v, something that calls them inferior to her, that calls her to keep them in line, under her control, why shouldnt she? Its what they were made for.

She doesnt know if thats her tails voice in her ear, or if something broke in her.

Between that and the acquisition of world edit, she doesnt feel like herself. Its shameful feeling like she has no control when V and N have their new owners color branded on their visors, again. Her color. But its almost like cyn didntt die, only playing another game like v said. Just istead of v being the puppet, its uzi. Shes on edge and is near inconsolable for a good while as reality sets in.

[mscherub]

Witchy Ways 🕸️

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect, Y/N, Henchhuman(by Grim)

Warnings!:

My writing cause what was I doing while writing this—

Swearing

Half proof read

Part 4: “The Umbrella and the Black Cat.”

Previous part here <3

Next part here <3 (TBD)

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Part 4: “The Umbrella and the Black Cat.”

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The thing to do now…hide away, maybe? With those readings you got, you’re put on edge, that prickly feeling on the back of your neck people usually get when someone is watching them, though, you’re not sure if you’re actually being watched or not. That’s also concerning. So, now this, and the fear of your own practice, it’s like this world you’ve gotten plopped in to is taunting you or something!

Feels like it for sure. And, you guess now knowing something else is coming your way in the future, things aren’t looking too bright. Up your protection spell magic maybe? It’d certainly be the most beneficial option for your safety right now…damn, having to think of your own safety in general is just a wild thing.

Part of you doesn’t want to believe the symbols you seen, instead of taking them as insightful ones, which is how they are supposed to be taken, they seem more like warnings…or threats, both are plausible answers. And going back to the whole idea of your magic acting up the way it is here, it’s safe to say you can’t just push the thought away or take what you got with a grain of salt.

To even attempt to get these raging thoughts to cease, you’re bordering the edge of the forest by ramshackle, foraging for certain herbs while, in hopes of even finding any, and dangerously close to just banging your head off a tree. Money was, as usual, very tight, so here you are poking around and trying to scrap together any herbs you can find to make your own little protection charms to carry around on you.

“Ahhh…what am I gonna do? Maybe not think about it? Like I could do that…this is really, really cumbersome…” As if talking to yourself would give you an answer, but it honestly helps to clear your mind a bit more and get your thoughts set straight. You carry a little satchel, messing with the drawstrings on the bag as you scout around.

“Weighing the options of safety…I mean for sevens sake, it’s never safe for me here anyways, but thats not…ughhh! It’s one thing after the other anymore.” You mutter again as you bend down and look at a plant…it’s spiky and an awkward blue color, and almost looks like it’s pulsating. This is definitely not a plant you’re accustomed to. Maybe it’d be easier to just go rob the Botanical Gardens because you are not getting too far over here. Though, you’d have to avoid the people frolicking around in there, like the science club kids, sevens forbid you run into Rook, you’re just screwed at that point, or Leona, but he probably wouldn’t care, scratch that, he wouldn’t. Just in and out for what you need, walk in like you own the place and people won’t question!

With a quick look around, scanning the area and deeming it safe to head off to your destination, you start off your little journey. There are easier ways to do protection spells, yes, but your magic is a little unpredictable so to speak, and maybe something like a little protection spell jar or charm would work better, and for a longer period of time for you. For now, however, just drawing a pentacle with your own saliva on the back of your hand should be enough for now, hopefully. You kinda know your own magic…kind of…

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The botanical gardens are always nicely kept, the plant variety that’s housed in here is definitely in the 100’s, and it’s always nice to come here and look at the various life forms when you quite literally have nothing else to do. You walk along the paths that twist and turn in search of the items you need for just a simple protection satchel…you didn’t have an jars left, so you had to make do with what you had, easy since that’s the way to go anyways!

The organization system of the whole place was usually followed to a T, the rest of the science experiments being done kept away in their own little section and keeping them from cluttering with the other plants. You find “row” R, and you walk down, looking for rosemary, which shouldn’t be that difficult to find. You know, it is kind of calming in the gardens, of course because of how peaceful it can be. You can see how Leona can fall asleep in here—

“Ah! Bonjour, Trickster! What a delightful surprise to see you here!”

Ignore him.

Just…pretend he’s not there. Can’t hear him. You stiffen up and you look down at the rosemary plant which you just managed to find…why now?

“Trickster?” His voice drops slightly and you nod, giving in and turning around to face him.

“Heyyyyy, Rook…” you force a smile. You have to stop thinking of situations in your head because clearly they’re gonna come true.

He smiles back and clasps his hands together, his eyes narrowing. “What is your reason for being here today, alone nonetheless? I see Monsieur Fuzzball isn’t accompanying you on this fine and gorgeous afternoon?”

“He’s just with the duo, like usual. He’s uh, I’ve been dropping him off there a lot lately, I’ve been busy…”

“I see, yet that still doesn’t explain the fact that you are here.”

Why is this man on to you in an instant? Can’t you just be left alone for once? In all reality you knew that couldn’t happen, but I guess it’s time to lie— again. “I’m just trying to get things for, erm— skin care! Yea! That’s it! Skin care, mhmmm! Rosemary is anti inflammatory, did ya know that? Also promotes hair growth…I was just gonna take a little is all. You know me, money is not my uh, not my friend cause it likes to avoid me. Yea.” Convincing enough.

“Ou la la! Why forage around for such items when Rou du Poison has the items already processed that you are in search of! I guarantee that his products will be better than any others, though it is just beautiful to see how hard at work you appeared to be while searching! Ah! Beauté how you try to conserve and take matters into your own hands!” He was as eccentric as ever, clearly.

He slips his hand to the upper part of your back and drags you along out of the gardens, conversing with you the entire time as he drags you off to Pomefiore grounds which never fail to be breathtaking, but also frightening since you know who runs them.

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“You never fail to surprise me.” Vil quickly states after he hears the reiteration of what you were doing from Rook, who, sits looking too happy at the moment, a smile wide across his face.

“Well, I apologize for not squandering my money off—“

“Exactly, you don’t have money to do that. But are you so humble that you can’t bother to ask help from others? Especially with matters that I expertise in, genuinely, Prefect, you are quite odd.” He sighs as he inspects his nails, uncrossing his legs then standing up. His heels click against the ground as he gets closer to you, his eyes critical as he looks over your features. You were stressed so if you looked a little off that would be why.

“What would you like? I can give you a rundown on your skin type if you’d like. Here, follow along.” And you’re dragged off again. Vil takes you to his room and sits you down promptly at his vanity and he begins to test multiple products on your arms and back of your hands like some guinea pig, but it was all in the best of interest for your skin, obviously.

“Which do you like better of the products? I have a lot procured to multiple skin types…I have to have them on hand for any of my dorm members. And now respectively you, of course.” He hums softly as he begins to take the bottles of products that matched and reacted well with your skin and he ushered you up and brought you to the bathroom to wash your face.

This was not how you intend to spend your afternoon. Not that you were fully against the entire situation, it just wasn’t ideal for the problem you have at hand, the one problem only you know about, but still! Out of all the things you said to Rook you had to say skincare. You could have said cooking and he’d have probably left you alone.

“Pat dry, don’t do anything else, it’ll disrupt and irritate the skin.” He chides as he strolls out of the bathroom and back to his vanity, spinning the chair to face your direction. “Chop chop.”

Toner first, he applies it and lets it sink into your pores while he gets multiple bottles of serums and lists each effect, but you don’t have the effort to actually listen in and understand the properties. Off of serums then on to eye cream, placed prospectively under the eyes.

“Have you been sleeping well? Your eye bags are rather defined. Drink more water and sleep a minimum of 8 hours. No less than that.” Was all this necessary? Coming from him you knew it was just Vil being Vil, helping those around him so they could achieve beauty just like him, but in their own ways, and he was good at it.

“Moisturizer. I’d hope I don’t have to explain this.” He dots some around your face before he moves on to squirting some sunscreen and rubbing it in.

“Done. Did you mention something for your hair as well? At least from what Rook had interpreted your story to say…”

“Actually, no! Haha, just skincare, I gotta go, but uh, thank you?” You quickly interject.

“I see. Take these products then, and come back to me when they empty. Stay on top of your skincare or I will find you myself and remind you of the importance with a lecture.” He smiles, though his reminder is enough to get anybody to not think twice about it. He pushes the little basket of products into your hands.

“Of course! I’m just— I’m gonna go. Ok, bye.” You stand up quickly and you leave his room. Your skin is now soft and bouncy, revitalized, but that doesn’t really change anything about your predicament.

“Prefect!” Epel shouts from behind. You turn around and look at him.

“Hey…”

“The hell happened to you? Oh. Another Victim of Vil’s…you’ll get used to it.” He sighs, nodding along to say he understands. “I just wanna ask you about that jar you made! You think you can make any others like it…but you know, with different effects and in a different container? I’d like to carry one on me for a spell drive game…I tired to do that and I opened the bottle you gave—“

“You opened it?” You tilt your head.

“Yea? I was just gonna try and put the contents into a little baggie but…it stopped working. I dunno what you had set in place on that.” He purses his lips, moving his hands behind his back and smiling again. “I dunno…I’d just…like another one. It was a really helpful thing to have on hand!”

“Epel…it doesn’t work anymore because you broke the wax seal, and another possibility is that…” your voice drops down to a whisper as you think, “I didn’t put much intention into the jars to last for more than just a few days…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Yea, just don’t break the wax seal is all…” you clear your throat.

“Why’s that, though?”

Why does everybody have to question you anymore? “It kinda…how to word it? Gets rid of the effects?” That’s barely any information on it, but it sounds plausible.

“Huh, ok then. Can you make me another then?”

“I’ll think about it.” You nod. Epel gives you a happy closed eye grin and nods.

“Thanks!” His face almost instantly contorts to some sort of evil look and he smirks, chuckling as he narrows his eyes. “If I get that then I’ll beat them RSA suckers next time we play em! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces, and I’d get MVP of the game.” He snickers to himself. Ok, buddy, have fun with that.

You nod one last time and you finally, finally leave. Second times a charm for the botanical gardens, maybe?

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With the basket resting in the crook of your elbow as you walk, not had having enough time nor care to drop it off at Ramshackle, you head back to the gardens, back down the paths, back to row R, and back to the damn rosemary plant. You crouch down and you pick off a branch or two and stuff it into the satchel, worrying about processing it all later. Now to section L, and lo and behold, in the middle a tall laurel tree, but fate throwing more problems at you and most likely dying of laughter as it watches you suffer, ironically enough, another thing beginning with the letter L is also there, but it’s not a plant.

Leona and his “clever” sleeping spots never fail to surprise anybody. Tiptoeing around him wasn’t an option, cause he’d hear you, and he’s kinda in your way of climbing up and shaking down a few leaves. Whatever, you’re not letting anything else get in your way now, and especially not for one of the most prominent ingredients you needed. Bay leaves, also widely known to be as equivalently lucky to a shooting star, make a wish upon a bay leaf then burn it, and give it back to nature after. You were gonna use it for its protective properties, however.

You walk up to the thick base of the tree and kick against the side of it, the action causing Leona’s ears to flick and his tail to twitch as he cracks open one of his eyes to, oh so nicely, glare at you.

“What.” He murmurs gruffly, definitely irritated already.

“For one, hello to you two, and secondly, since you’re like already kinda perched up there…get me some leaves off the tree…I need them for uh…cooking.”

“Just go to Sam’s shop and buy some.” He yawns, turning away from you to face the other direction. “They’d be better anyways…already dried out, too…”

“That’s…bro you know I’m fucking broke and can’t spend my money on that, so can’t you do a nice thing for me? I’ll climb up there myself and step on you, so choose the better option…” you meet him back with the same attitude.

“You’re annoying today, huh?” He scoffs as his tail gives a warning flick, but he sits up and glares at you as he grabs his pen and uses his magic to send down—

And now there’s leaves everywhere. He smirks and he slips the pen away and gets back into a comfortable position, falling asleep again almost instantly and leaving you alone to look at the mess of leaves and branches on the ground. Whatever, this still works…you grab what you need and flip him off as you walk away, even if he can’t see.

You manage to gather the other things you need without too much trouble, then being the easier items such as the lavender and sage, easy and not that questionable. Students gave you many quick glances and eager hushed whispers as they watched you “rob,” which technically in this case could be considered borrowing, from the plants. But honestly, who cares, so long as people don’t know your main secret, all you have to say to them is: Fuck em! You don’t have any more left to give today…

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Hammer in hand you drive a nail into the wood on the outside of Ramshackle. The makeshift stool you’re standing on is…well, not super stable, but it gets the job done. You hang the horseshoe you got just a day ago right above the door in the middle, and of course you cleansed it before you hung it up, it’s just basic protocol anymore from being so on edge.

“Well, let’s see those readings come true now thanks to this bad boy hanging up above my door! I think this is the first time I’ve been happy in a while—“

“Henchhuman, why’re ya talking to yourself, and what are you hanging up?” Grim pipes up as he looks up at you…but it’s also not just him. Ace and Deuce stand behind him, looking up at you as well, clearly a thing or two on their mind that they want to say to you.

“You guys weren’t supposed to be back for like another 10 minutes…”

“But here we are.” Grim sighs.

“This,” you say as you motion to the horseshoe, “cultural thing. That’s what this is, don’t ask anymore questions. Shut up!” You spit out as you step down, looking up at your handiwork. Ace lets out a puff of air and stalks closer to you, looking up at the odd thing.

“We didn’t say anything though—“

“I’m just saying don’t ask. I wanted a…touch of home from back home, exactly. Thanks for bringing Grim back, now byeeee, I’m busy.” You pick up the stool and heave it back inside, Grim shrugging to the two boys and following along behind you.

“So, what happened today?” You question him as you walk into the lounge and head over to the mantel, checking over a few things and dusting away a thin layer of dust that somehow already was managing to form.

“They just complained the whole time about those jars ya made, said they stopped working, and then they did a deep dive as to how they even worked…it was a painful conversation I had to sit through, and no compensation or payment of tuna, either!”

Huh? Deep dived into the topic?

“What did they say about how the jars worked?” You slow down in your movements and peer over your shoulder towards Grim who was laying lazily on the couch.

“Dunno, tuned em out, but they said some stupid thing that you had a student enchant it, but they’re dumb cause I didn’t trace a single bit of magic on em. Then they went off that and started saying you enchanted it yourself, which couldn’t be possible since you didn’t have magic. I told em that.” He hums.

“And…they believed you?” You murmur as you walk over to the couch and sit down. “I mean…I don’t have magic…”

“They’re iffy about it, said they don’t know your world so they don’t know what actually goes on there or what you know. They’re just big doofuses…anyways, I need tuna, I’m hungry.” He hoists himself up and goes into the kitchen.

He stops midway and turns to you again, “oh, and Ace went around mouthing away to people about everything again.” And then he goes off.

That’s a lot of information in one go, and in such a nonchalant way, as well. The black cat…gossip, and if you really look into all the things that happened today, the umbrella, difficulty while you were trying to get the simple shit you needed for a protection spell. Yea…

Ok, distraction time, you know an easy way to be protected, you just have to get a little creative. You get up and grab one of your notebooks before heading upstairs.

Incense is lit and you take a seat in the armchair and begin to draw out a circle and label it with letters going around the perimeter. You write down the words “Strong Protection,” crossing out vowels and repeating letters, being left with “Strngptc” as your jumble of letters. Back to the circle, you draw lines and curves from each letter, making a simplified sigil. It’s still a sigil and will work how you intended it since intention is key. You move on to another group of words, just for a boost of confidence to hopefully hide any evidence of stress, you write down “Beauty and Rejuvenation.” Easier said than done.

You slap these sigils onto the skincare package Vil gave you and go through every step in order that he had applied all the products to your skin. Wash, uh, toner, serum, eye cream, yea? Whatever, then moisturizer and then look in the mirror and— well damn.

You certainly looked a lot better now, and felt a sense of calm. Even after what Vil had done for you just hours earlier, you honestly thought that looked good and helped out just a tiny bit, but you just amplified the products by like 50% and also while adding in the bonus of protection…it’s like you’re a whole new person…glamour magic is no joke, huh? You’ve outdone yourself, props to you.

That’s probably enough worrying for one day…at least for now that is. Maybe distracting yourself isn’t the best way to deal with problems.

…idk where I was going with this one, I’m getting of track a little, I fear…this was kinda just plot progression and a lot of filler shit and also a way for me to mention Pomefiore…all dorms will have their major moments, like Octavinelle in the second part…I just need to find motivation to do it 👍

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@w0nd3rhoy

@biumg-ie

[soaps-mohawk]

Not to sound rude (i hope it doesn’t sound like that 😣) but how many chapters do you plan for the a/b/o series to be and will we get all of 141 getting spicy with reader

You had me scared there for a moment, anon, ngl. (See previous asks to unravel that trauma over these last couple days)

Hehe, yeah, it's (as of this moment) looking like about 30ish chapters? 35 maybe? Idk honestly just kind of depends lol. It's gonna be a long boy though.

We will be getting spicy with all four, yes. It's sort of a bit unintentionally Price-centric right now. That's just due to the nature of how things have played out as well as how things work in their world. We will be getting much more of the others here after Chapter 13, though. Price will be fading into the background for a bit, and the others will get their moments to be front and center (yes including Ghost).

[godofthestupid]

Swan Lake

[wackywatchdotcom]

one day ill feel confident enough to post in more detail about my digital circus psychonauts crossover.... i think i wanna develop it more first

[qoldenskies]

April spending the night holding CC Donnie and rationalizing why her mom was wrong, it couldn’t have been the boys. Not her boys, and especially never to her boy.

HEY. YOU. JUST COMING IN SWINGING WITH THAT ONE HUH

BUT UGHHHH YEAH SHE DEFINITELY DIDN'T SLEEP. her confusion and fear was so obvious especially with how manic she was the morning after, her desperation to be comforting despite wanting to bombard him with questions. and yet she didn't have the courage to ask the other three, because if there was a slim chance that she was right.... she couldn't fathom it. ive always thought she sent one message to them that morning, and it was a lie that she didn't know donnie was there after he ran. anything to keep them away from him a little longer-- not knowing that saying that might have actually lead him into the jaws of death faster.

and she spent days after looking for him. she probably even skipped school in her desperation. her going to the lair was a last resort. she didn't expect him to be there, she just needed to get a little bit of the hurt out. to take it out on the people she knew at that point were responsible, as much as it hurt. she spent those days looking for him in the rain overthinking everything, overcome with numb horror at the realization of what she'd fed into. she came to a lot of conclusions that she hated to see proven right.

it was skipped over in miner's eulogy but i cant help but wonder what it must have felt like when she first saw donnie curled up in that cot. she forces herself to be so strong after because they all have it way worse (even if she is angry at them, of course she is, she still feels hurt and used and betrayed) but that sight had to have broken something a little bit. maybe she would have been able to do something if she didn't spend so long making justifications for them. maybe if she'd just known him a little bit better she would have been able to make true on her vow to protect him.

it was simultaneously reassuring to learn about the curse and the most horrifying thing she'd ever heard, especially since she learns after that they didn't tell her everything, only the things they could say out loud without hyperventilating or throwing up.

[fluffypotatey]

To be honest I am a huge Nalu shipper. But the thing is I want to know the difference between the way Natsu cares about his guildmates and Lucy. Like what is the obvious difference since that boy sees every as Nakama so how can we say that the wag he cares about Lucy is different?

Like even when Erza passed away? (All the way back in first season there was a segment where the guild was gathered at her grave and all) Natsu was still very reactive. Plus he was also said to be depressed even when Lisanna passed.

What's the difference between all of them and Lucy?

the fact that he stayed. the fact that before he met Lucy, Natsu wasn't one to stay in a group or even want to work with anyone besides Happy at the start of the story. hell, he was ready to just file Lucy down as "New Guildmate" once they reached Fairy Tail

but then, Lucy doesn't leave. she follows him on his mission to save Macao despite her not needing to or even really understanding everything about it. she stays and then fights with him and saves him. it's no secret that Natsu is strong and can take care of himself really well. he's been going on solo missions for years now, and no one has really stopped him, but that means he's been in a lot of sticky situations where he and Happy are on their own and have no backup. and yet, without asking, Lucy offers it

and i think this is the moment when Natsu considers that maybe it's okay to have someone there to have his back (sans Happy)

"but Natsu only needed Lucy for the next quest because of the requirements," well, Natsu also wouldn't have taken or even considered that quest if it weren't for Lucy, yeah? he was not a team player (in the picking job's sense) or really wanted other people to help him on his quests sans Happy. and then he goes and picks a job that caters to their team whilst ensuring that Lucy can't say no

or maybe i'm reading too much into it 🤷🏻‍♀️

or maybe Natsu's got horrible abandonment issues that he will latch onto people so fast (Igneel & Lisanna) but also cause him to distance himself so far when left behind (his 1st time at the guild, Lisanna's death). Erza and Gray are Natsu's closest friends after Lisanna and yet they cannot reach him when he closes himself off. and then we have Lucy, who stuck by and had his back, so who is to say Natsu didn't make some contingencies to ensure whether or not she'd join him?

but maybe it's the rose, colored ship glasses i have on

because yeah, Natsu cares for all of his guildmates. the power of friendship is his biggest motivator. when we meet Natsu, our first introductions of him is defending his guild's reputation from Bora (who was using it as a guise for human trafficking) and saving Macao. and our 1st big arc (Galuna Island), where Natsu adamantly refuses to allow Gray to use Ice Shell and sacrifice himself despite how antagonistic they've been to each other. we get Natsu 100% at Erza's defense throughout the Tower of Heaven and he is even ready to defend Wendy though they only met hours ago

Natsu is a character with a bleeding heart and cannot help but wear it on his sleeve, but we don't really see him allow others to fight his battles or have his back until Lucy comes in. to be honest, i don't even think he had his heart on his sleeve until Lucy. he still has a bleeding heart (i don't think anything could stop that), but he was not ready to be open in receiving company because he was so used to it being ripped away from him

that being said: of all the characters he interacts with, he finds Lucy to be someone compatible enough for him to start going on team missions and inviting her on them (for example, his 1st S-class mission, which he stole, he went to her house to show it to her. the fact that part of the reward was a celestial key might be a coincidence, but i wouldn't doubt it as Natsu and Happy's trump card in case she refused)

but yeah, the difference is that he stayed and didn't push her away at the beginning, but instead continued to invite her along with him to the point that doing a mission without Lucy wasn't his regular anymore. compared to the rest of the guild, of whom he spent most of his childhood with, even if he spoke to no one, they would still be around and talk to him anyway. he might not invite them on job and only challenge them to fights, but the guild is his home and a constant in his life, a constant he needs (bc heavy abandonment issues).

"okay, but he still pushed her away after he watched Igneel die right in front of him. and he left the guild for a whole year, too. so what's the difference there?" you may ask.

so 1) Natsu never thought the guild would disband. he returns to Fiore after a year and is the last to know that they disbanded. he assumed, like all the other times before and while he and others were sealed for 7 years, that Fairy Tail would still be there when he returned. he assumed that his disappearance would not impact so hard because the guild would still be around and Lucy would have the others with her

which, did not happen :)

and like, so many guild members go off on jobs, quests, or even just leave for an indiscriminate amount of time (which i, personally, believe was his rationality for leaving), so him being gone for a year was nothing! right? no harm, eh? his plan was never to be gone forever :))))

2) he just watched his father die and lost any chance of having some semblance of a long term reunion with Igneel. he literally lost one of his main driving motivations for getting stronger and taking jobs. before Fairy Tail, before anyone, it was Igneel. and to learn that a) Igneel was always with him to begin with and b) he only got to see him for less than a day after 14 years of nothing......i would feel lost too ngl

man's needed space from everybody. and he also needed comfort, but Natsu has been shown not to really be the character who asks to receive comfort (and when he does receive it, it's usually when he's already emotionally compromised). he is in the habit of shutting people out after being abandoned or losing someone close to him, with his next rationale being to "get stronger" in order to prevent what happened in the past to ever happen in the future.

anyway

what makes this different? well for one, he sent the letter only to Lucy (or it's implied since no one else is shown getting one) because of how the two spend most of their time together. even the line that goes with the panel makes it sound like Natsu is unsure on how the note will be received (maybe even hesitant? but that could be my own hopes)

and one of the 1st people he reunites with after a year is Lucy and we get such a similar parallel to the first chapter of Fairy Tail between the two as if the narrative itself is slotting them together to say "ah yes, now everything is back to normal and new journeys can begin"

but yeah, this is just a long way of saying, that Natsu does love his friends and guildmates but even when he is close to them, he kept to himself (and Happy) and sort of stayed in their orbit but always with some emotional distance because of his fear of abandonment. and then you have Lucy where he will stay for and allow her to orbit around him and he will invite to new adventures no questions asked

that's the difference

[rosewoodcafe]

I think I may slow down a bit on posting

Im thinking every Wednesday I'll try and upload as chapter from any WIP I have going on.

I just realize I spend nearly all my freetime writing (which isn't necessarily a bad thing) and I do need to spend time doing other things that bring me joy too lol

.

Thank you for everyone who has been tagging along and reading everything I've been pushing out.

I appreciate you all greatly

And once I have more of an idea of how much I want to put out on a weekly basis I'll make an update post

Happy June 💛

[fanboyzuko]

haha well i THOUGHT i was gonna skim over/skip the great divide but guess its getting LTF-treatment too 😂

[wildelydawn]

The thing about WIKTOBER is that I keep writing ridiculous things for my own benefit. For example: Kim finding out that Jackson Wang appears in WIK fanfics as a trope.

But then real life happens, like Jackson Wang stroking Jeff Satur's tail and Jeff Satur wagging his tail on live television

And like

What am I supposed to do with that? Because yes, I am definitely trying my hardest to keep Jeff Satur out of my very serious fic, but anything I write will pale in comparison to how fucking strange this man is in real life??????????

[bnnywngs]

WIP | cheng xiaoshi × lu guang | pwp 🔞

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It was cute to see Lu Guang trying so hard to pick up something from the highest shelf, tiptoeing with his arms stretched and fingertips barely scratching the box he wanted to get. Cheng Xiaoshi observed with trembling lips, him himself trying not to laugh out loud and consequently being on the end of his boyfriend's glare (they were really effective, after all). It wasn't that Lu Guang was tiny, it was because Cheng Xiaoshi just purposely out the stuff he knew was going to be needed today, a step farther than the other could reach.

Feeling like teasing Lu Guang, and feeling something warm starting to coil inside him, Cheng Xiaoshi stepped away from the wall he was leaning on and walked until his chest was almost touching his boyfriend's back, startling him a bit by the way he froze for a second and turned to look at him slowly, as if to confirm who it was.

“Cheng Xiaoshi.” Lu Guang called softly, almost in a sigh.

(and it was so amazing how soft Lu Guang always is - his voice, his eyes, his fingers, his skin, his hair, his kisses, his insides…)

Feeling the warmth getting hotter, Cheng Xiaoshi smirked, holding Lu Guang’s stretched hand with his own and using the other to cradle almost forcedly his boyfriend's chin, his fingers sinking in slightly on Lu Guang's soft cheeks as he dipped for a crooked kiss, using their height difference and the angle to his advantage.

Lu Guang gasped in surprise, but kissed him back with as much enthusiasm, tilting his head up and adjusting his position so they could fit better and let their tongues do their thing that was oh so delicious and made his knees go so, so weak.

Cheng Xiaoshi was such a good kisser, Lu Guang could never get enough of it.

The hand that was once helping him balance his weight against the furniture was now grabbing that thick dark hair, that damned ponytail stuck between his fingers and rubbing against his sensitive skin. Almost unconsciously, he angled the rest of his body against Cheng Xiaoshi, feeling the warmth against his back and feeling his cock starting to fill inside his pants, a low moan reverberating from his throat.

Cheng Xiaoshi let go of Lu Guang’s face to hold his stomach, pulling him against him and rolling his hips up, his own cock getting hard as well.

“We can't–” Lu Guang tried to say, nails digging into his boyfriend's scalp and making him shiver.

“Shut up.” Cheng Xiaoshi growled, biting Lu Guang's lower lip and dragging it in the most sensual way he could think of right now, drinking up the gasp the other let out.

“Work–” Lu Guang tried again, his own hips rubbing back against Cheng Xiaoshi’s crotch.

“Shut up.” he wasn't annoyed, just amused, so to try and convince his boyfriend to forget about work (even though they were still on the clock and the door was unlocked just a few feet away from them) for a few moments, Cheng Xiaoshi stepped back and manhandled Lu Guang so his back was against the shelves and their crotches could rub against one another and resumed their kiss.

[sabraeal]

i think i’m in love with man of progress. genuinely one of the best fics i’ve ever read in my entire life. thank you for blessing us with this fic 💗

Thank you so much!!! Man of Progress was mainly written as a gift for one of my friends, and it's ended up being on of the fics I'm most proud of, prose-wise. Mel's POV is technically demanding, but both her and Viktor are the kinds of characters I love to write, even if it ALSO makes me want to pull my hair out 😤

Chapter 5 is my big project right now; I'd wanted to get it out toward the beginning of February, but just about everything has conspired to keep me from getting good time to dedicate to it 😩 Hopefully if the kids can stay healthy next week...and we don't get buried by the predicted 9" of snow on Monday...I'll be able to really start peeling away some pieces of this

[scoldingdarjeeling]

“The order of nature must be preserved in all its iterations. Any force that would disrupt that order had to be defeated. The Enclave would always provide aid to anyone left fatigued or suffering injury.”

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"Halsin nudged Tempest awake and placed her gently on the hay-covered ground close to the fire pit. While he rummaged through the backpack Thaniel had provided.

Wasting no time. He unlatched a bedroll and rolled it out on the ground. Banding an arm around Tempest's midsection, lifting and plopping her on it. The action is unhurried and fluid. Leaving Tempest blinking in place.

He also found a drawstring pouch containing tobacco, a pipe, dried herbs—bingo, with medicinal properties, perfect for digestion, like a tea brew—nuts, and fruits. There was also gauze and a pewter bowl with a sponge. Lastly, a thick woolen blanket and a waterskin.

Once everything was laid out before him, he considered his next action, carefully,..."

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[taniushka12]

my ideal ilmo/saga fic would be an alternative alternative universe where she goes to live w/ logan in watery after her divorce and there's a slowburn bw her and ilmo but also on the other hand she can't help herself so she stars investigating the cult of the tree on her own so there's this Extremely funny juxtaposition of saga asking ilmo to help her and ilmo (The Cult Leader) being like Of Course Saga I'll Do Whatever I Can 😀👍 (😬😬😬😬😨😨). At the same time though all of this is happening in saga's dreams in between the Real Life case, so she's in a way """remembering""" her fictional life in watery while living it "in real time". Falling in love lingering on her mind when she wakes up, a fond feeling accompanying uncomfortable recognition, the buried knowledge of her kid's death hanging over her head in this other reality and the dread that comes with the question: what will happen when she wakes up believing that to be the truth?

At the very end maybe saga can hug ilmo after jaakko's death and ilmo can help in the final battle against the taken, and then, after all is said and done, maybe they could sit together and drink some coffee, clarifying what Was real and what wasn't, in a bittersweet reunion of could-have-been old friends and also lovers 😔