#ask box is always open

[polyamorousmood]

Poly mood is trying to figure out couch sitting positions for a movie night where everyone can be next to their partners, and using actual math (Ew)

There's an XKCD for everything

[abubblingcandle]

Do you have any small/mundane headcannons about anyone from the show? Like just little things that aren’t huge to the plot but important in your mind

Ooo I'm going to assume you are the same Ted Lasso anon and go with that!

I have a lot of completely inane Jamie Tartt headcannons based on growing up in in the early 2000s in Northern England, like an ungodly amount really that get snuck into my fics when I feel like it

Here's a few:

Jamie got a Blue Peter badge when he was a kid for some sporting challenge for Sports Relief and it is one of his most prized possessions. Roy is pissy about it because he never got a Blue Peter badge because during his early playing days he was "not a good role model for children"

Jamie really wants to go on Strictly Come Dancing mainly because of the sequins but his footwork in football does not help with the salsa

He knows this because Ted made them all go for salsa lessons to help the players work on their footwork and speed at changing directions. Jamie just couldn't keep with the music. Roy filmed it and shows it to Jamie whenever he's been a unsanctioned prick

Jamie has 17 "cousins" who are just his mum's friends children who he ran riot with as a child. Roy and Keeley have flashcards. Too many of them are called Jack.

Jamie had a childhood phase of wanting to learn how to do parkour. He still owes a lot of his old neighbours money for broken roof tiles and infamously once cut his leg up falling through a storm porch roof.

Jamie likes having children around but doesn't want one. He likes being able to be the fun uncle and then give the children back when he needs a nap. He very much doubts his ability to say no to a cute little face. Phoebe knows this and weaponises it.

Jamie wears the little bags as he has no object permanence and hates carrying things in his hands. If he puts something down it no longer exists for him.

[heaven-lee-elven-embers]

I just found your blog and immediately fell in love! If requests are open then can I request a King Thranduil x wife reader she didn’t come from a royal background and they’re having a celebration and his wife is just beaming with excitement and asks him to dance with her to which he happily accepts!🤍✨

ᎠᎯᏁᏨᎨᏁᎶ ᏖᎻᏒᎾᏬᎶᎻ ᏕᎬᎯᏕᎾᏁᏕ

The grand hall of the Woodland Realm shimmered with the soft glow of lanterns, their warm light reflecting off the intricate carvings that adorned the grand pillars. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming silverleaf flowers, lovingly arranged for the occasion. As you stood before the mirrored glass, you took a deep breath, smoothing down the elegant gown that felt both foreign and strangely comforting against your skin.

Nerves fluttered in your stomach as you rehearsed the moment in your mind. What if he doesn’t think you’re enough? you wondered, your heart racing at the thought of facing the elven king. Today was a celebration of love, yes, but it also felt like an unveiling—an unveiling of your insecurities beneath the weight of his regal presence.

As the music began to play, the grand doors opened, and you caught your first glimpse of him. Thranduil stood at the end of the aisle, his ethereal beauty more breathtaking than you had ever imagined. His silver hair flowed like moonlight down his back, and his emerald-green robes seemed to harmonize with the lush forest surrounding him. For a moment, time stood still. The world faded, and all you could see was him—the majestic king who had somehow chosen you, a mere half-elf, to be his wife.

Memories flooded your mind—the countless encounters leading up to this day when you first met in the glade where wild blossoms bloomed during the spring and summer. His laughter had resonated like a melody, charming you with tales of ancient times while he watched you with a thoughtful gaze. Each meeting was a strand woven into the tale of your love for him, and you could see how he had gradually let his walls down, revealing glimpses of the kindred spirit that lay beneath his royal façade.

The soft chime of the elven bells brought you back to the moment, and you began to walk forward, each step steadier than the last. It was then that you noticed the warmth in Thranduil's eyes—the flicker of admiration, affection. In that fleeting instant, you realized that what had begun as a hesitant dance of courtship had flourished into something deeper—a bond neither of you had expected but both had yearned for.

With your heart in your throat, you approached him and felt a gentle smile grace his lips. As he extended his hand toward you, you took it, and the world around you blurred as if you were the only two souls destined for this moment.

"Fear not, my love," Thranduil said softly, his voice a soft caress against your anxieties. "Together, we shall weave our own tale among the stars.”

As the celebration unfolded in the grand hall, laughter and music filled the air, creating a symphony of joy. You stood slightly apart from the throng of elven guests, sipping your drink as your gaze wandered over the elaborately decorated tables piled high with delicacies—glimmering fruits, rich pastries, and fragrant wines. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, and the flicker of candlelight danced across the room, but insecurities tugged at your heartstrings like an unseen shadow.

The regal figure of Thranduil dominated the center of attention, surrounded by guests who appeared beyond delighted in his stories. His presence was magnetic, a true beacon of beauty and grace that captivated all who beheld him. You marveled at the way the light caught the angles of his face, highlighting the sharpness of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips—a king in every sense, embodying the essence of the Woodland Realm.

Yet, amidst the celebrations, a subtle fear lingered within you. You were no longer just a guest in his world; you were his wife. What if you weren’t worthy of standing beside him? As you watched him mingle, the full weight of this realization settled in. Your heartbeat quickened and your palms grew clammy. It felt almost surreal to think that the magnificent Thranduil had chosen you, a mere half-elf, as his partner for life.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves. The music swelled around you, a melody that seemed to echo your thoughts. The cheerful strains beckoned you, inviting you to join the revelry, but you felt fixed to the spot, a blend of admiration and self-doubt rooting you in place.

As if sensing your turmoil, Thranduil’s gaze found yours across the room. For a heartbeat, the world faded away, and it was just the two of you. His expression softened, and a smile played on his lips—a silent assurance that melted the tension coiling within you. The warmth of his gaze wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, urging you to take a step forward.

Gathering your courage, you stepped from the shadows, the soft fabric of your gown trailing behind you like a whisper. With each step toward him, the fluttering in your stomach grew more assertive, but resolve surged with it. You could do this. You had to ask him for a dance.

“Thranduil,” you began, your voice barely above the music but firm with determination as you reached his side.

He turned to you, his keen blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Yes, my bride,” he replied, as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. “What is it you wish to say?”

Taking a steadying breath, you found yourself smiling in return. “May I have this dance? As husband and wife?”

The laughter around you hushed for a heartbeat, and an expectant silence fell in the wake of your request. But in an instant, Thranduil’s expression shifted to something different well beyond the exterior of his usual regal demeanor; he extended his hand toward you, intertwining his fingers with yours. “It would be my greatest honor.”

As you placed your hand in his, a rush of warmth surged through you. He led you to the center of the hall, where the music swelled to a lilting tune. Thranduil pulled you close, his touch gentle yet commanding, guiding you as you swayed together. Time felt suspended, every note and movement weaving you deeper into his world, and in that moment, the anxieties began to fade, replaced by the undeniable connection binding your hearts.

With each step you took together, the silence of your self-doubt began to dissolve, and you allowed yourself to simply enjoy the dance—your dance. Thranduil’s lips tugged into a small smile as he expertly twirled you beneath the stars that glimmered through the hall’s high windows, and you couldn’t help but grin, your worries lost in the rhythm of the moment.

In that embrace, under the shimmering lights and the gaze of those around you, you knew one thing for certain—together, you could forge a path that was uniquely yours, filled with love, laughter, and whispers of forever.

“Thranduil?” You spoke quietly, your voice barely audible, but the king's keen ears could hear every syllable, every beat of your heart, every shaky breath. He gazed down at you, his icy, silvery eyes locked upon yours.

“What is it, my darling dove?” Thranduil gazed down at you. His usual intense, unwavering gaze held a rare softness. A softness designed only for you to witness. Your heart fluttered in your chest, feeling as though it were ready to burst.

“Why me? You could have fallen for any other elf in the realm. Why a mere half-elf like me?” The question left your lips with such an ease that it made your heart clench. The sharp lines of Thranduil’s face soften. He slowly brought his hands to gently cup your cheeks, brushing his thumbs against your cheek bones.

“Because you still loved me even when I could not love myself. You brought a light into my life that could puncture through any darkness. Most importantly, you taught me how to love again after centuries of guarding my cold and broken heart. That is why I chose you.” You felt a warmth spread through you, a light chasing away the lingering doubts. As his thumbs glided over your skin, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in that sacred space.

“Thranduil,” you whispered, emotion thick in your throat, “I never expected to find such a bond. You’ve given me so much more than I could have ever hoped for.”

With a tender smile, he leaned closer, his forehead brushing against yours. “And you, my beloved, are everything I never knew I needed.”

In that moment, all the fears and uncertainties evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging. The laughter and music of the celebration faded into the background as you lost yourself in the depths of his gaze.

[frostedclock-writes]

hello I'm the one that asked about the Alastor pov! super excited for it ehehe

While reading the latest chapter I was imagining how Alastor could've felt when seeing reader with hanahaki and how he could've felt when she finally told him and the angst in my head was yummy which is why I asked lmao

in my head, Alastor would be ready to kill whoever hurt the reader via hanahaki (+be hella jealous) only to realize, oops, he's the cause of it

Alastor definitely felt a multitude of feelings in that moment.

Here a special treat anon ♥️

Wrote this real quick (flip side of the last chapter)

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Alastor stopped the elevator, a simple bit of his magic caused the old elevator to stop in its tracks. She wasn't going to slip away so easily. He slipped through the shadows to the small confined space. His left hoof sank into what at first felt like a wet ripped up sack, but the scent was unmistakable. Blood and magnolia blossoms. Sickly sweet to his nose.

His ears twitched. His smile deepened into a stretched grimace as he pulled his hoof up from the mess with a squish kind of sound.

" How unsightly. "

His eyes moved to his target. Y/N.

A small image of her hugging onto Vox's arm cross his thoughts and his nails dug into his palms. He kept his poise, though. He moved away from the puddle and his eyes were trained on her. The woman who has been at his side for so long, his drinking buddy, perpetual dance partner, faithful friend. Someone who waited for him for so long. And then didn't even question where or what he had been doing other then simply stating how she had worried for his safety. Someone like him. Who has countless times used that faithfulness to his own gain.

" You think you can just slip away like that?" Alastor kept his tone as even as he could. His eyes darted to the mess in the floor.

How long had this been going on?

" and now I can see why you haven't been feeling yourself. "

Had she been like this since she arrived? This affliction happened to those in hell who held feelings for one and wouldn't speak them. Was there someone in life that she had held dear and he didn't notice? Or perhaps she developed it in hell. Vox perhaps? Or someone else. Y/N often had been seen at Husker's bar.

" It's nothing." She spoke with such weight in her voice.

A spike in anger hit Alastor like a ton of bricks. She was hurting herself over someone and hadn't even shared it with him! She shared everything with him. Or so he thought.

" Nothing?!"

He moved without much thought. Anger and the instinct to close the space brought him towering over her. She didn't falter. She never seemed frightened of him, even when his temper flared like this.

"Do you even really care? Did you ever care? About me?"

How could she even say that?

He never cared for many people. But she was one exception beyond one woman Alastor knew he wouldn't ever see again. He sat up and looked down at her. Was he missing something?

" What?"

She was crying. No, he liked the smile she usually saved special for him. He felt his own smile twitch. " Or was i just some fun thing to have around? Or did you just like the idea of having someone around that would do anything for you?"

No not just that. More than that.

" Cher..."

"No. Don't... Cher me, Alastor. " She spoke so broken.

" Y/N..." Alastor's couldn't believe this is how she had been feeling, he stopped her from rubbing again on her already reddened cheeks. " How could you ask me that? I care a great deal about you. " He held her trembling hand, cold and soft. Small almost.

" But not in the way that I want you too. " Her hand slipped from his.

He realized in that moment. Alastor placed his hand on her cheek, cold and wet from her tears. He ran his thumb across the track, erasing it. He didn't like the sight of it at all. He enjoyed the sparkle in her eye when he told her a silly joke or when the two of them danced the night away. He took a small breath and he looked into those tear riddled eyes.

He had been hurting her. Without meaning to. Or realizing. She had been keeping him in the dark for decades. Hurting in silence for the sake of him.

" Y/N.... You fancied me?"

[jamiesfootball]

Also do we think that Jamie has some sort of shark toy/plush somewhere? Is it wearing a little jersey with his number on it? I mean, people are out there going JAMIE TART DOO DOO DO DO DO DO 🦈 they could even sell them

I think once the IKEA shark plushy became popular, Jamie started getting a ton of them in with his fanmail. It's turned into a really good community outreach opportunity, Jamie Tartt visiting sick kids in hospitals and signing shark plushies for him. When he does zoom interviews, he always makes sure to have at least one of his now collection of sharks in the background.

"These are my Jamie Sharks," he says, showing them off for the camera

The fans have gotten mad creative about it. He's got one with a custom made Tartt kit that's even got slits in it for his fins. He's got one that has a plush crown on it's head that he loves. He's got one that came with a stuffed football that velcros onto its tail

(He actually has a plushy he's had since he was a kid that he brought with him when he moved to London. It was in the box along with the boots he burned in the curse fire and some photos of him and his mom from their trip to Amsterdam. He'd not really thought about his old plush in a while, until all these sharks started showing up. Recently, he's dug it out of the box and given it a wash. He doesn't sleep with it per se, but it sits on the side table where he can see it, and some times when he has trouble sleeping, he reaches out and grabs its hand.

He doesn't show that plush off during zoom interviews. That one's just for him)

[midnight1nk]

EPISODE CONCEPT #3

What if... SMG3 had the courage to confess his feelings for SMG4?

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No context this time, the only thing I will say is that it will be a long one ;)

"Before it may be too late."

SMG3 stared at the ceiling, his fingers fidgeting with the trim of his bed sheets. Those words haven't stopped bothering him for hours. An answer to his question. Not of would've or should've, but could've.

SMG4. No, Four.

But it'll never be your Four.

It was already a mess when he realized he had feelings for the blue idiot, and now, of all things, he wanted to confess.

If he doesn't reciprocate, will it leave things awkward between us?

He turned to his side and patted Eggdog, who was sleeping peacefully, letting out a defeated sigh. What was he supposed to think? The way they talked, the slightest touch of their hands. It should mean something, right?

What if it's too good to be true?

Three looked over to the shelf that stood on the other side of his room, to a familiar picture frame. Terrence. His first son, first friend. He cared for him so much, and he had to say goodbye. To save the world.

And since when did a villain deserve love?

Months, years have passed. He earned a fresh start, a new home. Eggdog. His role in the Crew, his role as Meme Guardian. And...

Once a villain, always a villain .

...Right. Eggman just had to come in and remind him that Three was a villain. Admittedly, it did feel good to create some havoc. That was until he was tasked to kill Four. And... Four may have believed him when he said he might've thought about the idea itself. Of course, it wasn't true but...

What makes you think he could ever love you after what you did to him?

Well, hey, if the ping-pong game inside his head would let him sleep, that would be great, thank you very much. Not that he could shove it back in his mind again as he thought back to his past. There was indeed one moment; the one he prided himself on when he was a villain and the same one he would rather forget now.

The Youtube Remote.

Oof, it was something alright. It was when he was taken seriously, when he was an actual threat. Perhaps if the Crew failed to take him down, he would've gotten what he wanted. Heh, if only his past self could see him now. Three wouldn't care, he found out what he actually needed. Even so, he's still SMG3.

As he dozes off, one person comes to mind. The one who saw how he grown from his past, who gave him advice earlier today.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Three was going around the near-empty cafe, a small tray in hand. Just as he set a cup down, Four called out to him. Four waves and said his farewell, thanking him for the latte. Three did the same before he accidentally bumped against the table close by. Fortunately, nothing spilled. But Three did earn a giggle from Four. If only Four knew how much his presence lights up Three's world. His shooting star.

Four was long gone but Three's eyes were still glued to where he once was.

"Are you okay, SMG3?" Melony asked, startling SMG3.

Well, it seems he wasn't that good at hiding his crush. Also because Melony was sitting at the table Three just bumped into. Three reassured her that he was fine.

Oh boy, the Crew. They suspected that he had a crush on someone. And ever since "Girls' Night", he might've slipped up a confirmation to the girls, only referring to Four as "That Person". I mean, could you even blame him? The girls were so kind to invite him to one of their exclusive sleepovers, welcoming him with open arms. He felt strangely comfortable sharing this with them. And they didn't judge, promising to not tell a word to the other boys. Melony was there too.

Three looked down at her table to see her Axol plush sitting nearby. Indeed, he felt bad for her after Axol was gone, they weren't able to have the relationship they could've wanted. That loss, he understood it well with what happened to Terrence. But he was impressed by how strong Melony was in handling it all. You could almost say he was proud.

Seeing his face, Melony could already tell. "It's about them, right?" 

"Well, no. I mean..." Three sighs in defeat. "...yeah." 

"Do you love them?" 

 "I've literally risked my life for them. Of course, I do. But... I know they don't feel the same," Three explained, picking up an empty plate.

 "How do you know?" 

 Three stops, flabbergasted. "Wha...? It isn't that easy, Mel, I can risk my life all I want for them but I'm not going to risk... this. Besides, I'm sure someone better would come along and treat them well, more than I can offer. I'm content with what we have now, and that's enough for me."

A pause. They were lucky to be the only ones in the cafe but it only made the silence almost unbearable.

"Here's your receipt. Enjoy your drink." Three solemnly says, dropping the piece of paper on the table. He turns to leave.

"Whenever Axol and I hung out..." Melony starts to recall, SMG3 stops. "I felt like we understood each other, even though we haven't said anything about it. I cared for him as much as he cared for me. I felt safe, loved. But then... that happened. Maybe we could've dated if we had the time. Sooner if we just talked." 

Three turned to see her bittersweet smile. "Don't make the same mistake as we did. Tell SMG4 how you feel before it may be too late." 

"What?" Three's eyes widened. "How did...?"  

She giggles."It takes one to know one. And if it doesn't work out either way, know that your friends are still here for you."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

His phone alarm goes off, stirring him awake. Any doubt he had before, it somehow vanished overnight. "Before it may be too late." Melony was right. Who knows what could happen tomorrow? He faced worse things before, they fought off eldritch monsters for memes' sake. He could handle this. Eggdog nuzzled his hand, prompting Three to give his son head scratches.

"It's now or never, Eggdog... Could you stay by me, just in case?"

Eggdog lets two encouraging barks, giving Three a bit of comfort.

Just as he does every morning, Three sets up the tables and chairs. The coffee maker set, the clean dishes are ready to go. Finally, Three stands behind the counter, looking at the second hand on the clock.

4...3...2...1...

Right on cue, Four comes in with his laptop.

"'Morning SMG3, the usual for me please," Four greets Three, already walking to his favorite table.

Three proceeds to take out the milk from the mini-fridge. "And when are you going to pick something different?" 

"Oh, c'mon, I'm not getting special treatment for being your most loyal customer anymore?" 

"Hmph, and a little bluejay told me you didn't like coffee way before I opened my cafe."

Four shrugs. "What can I say? I like the way you make them."

SMG3 shakes his head fondly as he prepares the order, one he memorized by heart: one Cyanide Supreme Latte with ten shots of espresso and five spoons of sugar. All in the usual blue mug with constellation decals. Oh, and not to forget the latte art. It was what Four always ordered and it was the reason why Three started doing latte art in the first place.

That blue meme lord was always curious about what new art he made, and that fact never failed to warm Three's heart. While working on the order, they did their usual talk: memes, streaming, and video editing. A bit of banter here and there.

SMG4 usually works in the Castle but there were moments when Four brought his work here in the cafe. At least, he isn't in his room all day and Three could remind him to take breaks off the screen. Three brought the warm cup to Four's table. Taking his eyes off his work, Four looked at the latte art his purple guardian partner did.

"Oh, that's a good-looking rose! A lot better than last time." 

 Three placed a hand on his hip. "Hey, that was my first time doing it. Give me a break."

That is true. But also because it was his first attempt to drop a hint to Four that he had romantic feelings for him, he was so nervous that his hand was shaking. It failed miserably either way due to Four being completely oblivious to his "hints". Not this time though.

"Anyway, thanks, SMG3." Four takes a sip. "Mhm, just what I needed, great as always, dude." Without another thought, Four returned back to his work.

Three glances at the door, seeing that no one was at the door. Then, to Eggdog, who was standing ready to be his emotional support.

Three inhales some courage. "SM... No. Four, I need to talk to you about something."

Four looks at Three, puzzled. "Uh, sure. What's up?" 

"I... I don't know if there's going to be another tomorrow, but I need to tell you this. Either that, or I going to start regretting doing this and use the memory wiper on you again," Three muttering that last part. 

"SMG3?" 

"Four... I'm in love with you."

Silence. Internally, Three begged, ...please, don't go.

"I...I have for some time." Three averted his eyes. "I don't know when it all started but I guess it was back in the 'perfect' incident when I realized I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. And... those feelings have grown much more after that. I didn't say anything because I value our friendship, I do. I was willing to do whatever it takes to keep it that way. But, you have no idea how much I wanted to get it off my chest, to tell you this. I know this may be something out of the blue for you, all I ask is for you to take what I say as true. However you respond to this, I can take it. I understand if you want us to continue as friends. Or not, if that's what you wish..."

More silence. Please, say something. Anything.

Three has been avoiding seeing Four's face, terrified. If he took one look, his world would surely crumble. To heartbreak, to hope. It'd be best if he didn't know. He just wants Four to believe him.

Four asked, "...So the 'that person' everyone else was talking about, that was me all along?"

SMG3 slowly nods.

"Heh, I thought I was the only one."

Three dares to finally look at SMG4. Four was smiling. Surprised, sure. But smiling.

"I'm not sure when it started for me either," Four confessed. "The 'perfect' incident, WOTFI 2023. But spending time with you made me realize a lot of things. That I enjoy it, that I wanted to be with you. Just being... us." He takes Three's hands into his own. "I... love you too. To be honest, I was also scared that you might not feel the same way." 

"This... isn't a dream, is it?" 

Four shakes his head. "No. It's not, I promise."

The two stared at each other for a moment, lost in the other's loving eyes, before they slowly closed the gap they had. A soft kiss they shared, and it was all Three needed to believe Four.

It didn't take them long for them to become a couple. In the weeks that followed, they planned out so many dates. Picnics, carnival days, movie nights. Watching sunsets, seeing stars. Just enjoying each other's company.

Being them.

And, of course, they tell the Crew about their relationship. "We knew" was what they responded. And then something about everyone owing Mario money from a bet. Three would roll his eyes at this but he couldn't care less. This was the happiest Three has ever been.

Four. His shooting star, his sweet prince. His boyfriend.

It felt wonderful and no one could take that from him.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Well, at least, that's what he thought.

If only he knew that he wasn't at home, in the Showgrounds. But rather, in a dark isolating room. Away from the rest of the world. With his limbs tangled in wires, he laid on a table. Unmoved, asleep. In the corner sat Mr Puzzles, looking through a monitor.

For a former villain, Puzzles expected Three to act on his wishes to be back to his past glory. Three said it himself, "I'm the best villain". So, he figured Three should be given a "chance". Puzzles kidnapped him on the night Three was debating on his final decision and put him in the simulation Puzzles created.

He figured that the simulation would be the push Three needed to be a villain again, destroy the Crew for Puzzles. Why put in the effort when they could do it to themselves? Besides, he's curious to see Three's face when his villainy phase fades away and realizes what he has done. Well, Puzzles would've.

Instead, he got.... this. Not exactly what he expected, but it was also risky to pull Three out of the simulation without creating suspicion. If SMG3 found out he was behind this... No, he couldn't let this happen. He'll just have to add something into the simulation to really push Three over the edge. Hmm, perhaps he could made the digital SMG4 hate him. Or better yet, kill him right off.

A flashing red light interrupts his thoughts, warning Puzzles of intruders entering his hideout. It was them. How...?

On the other side of the room, a tired Eggdog let out a hopeful bark from his cage. He knew Beeg4 must've found the message he left behind before he was caught by Mr Puzzles.

Augh, no matter, Mr Puzzles will just have to deal with them.

Outside, the Crew busted down the gate and built a buddy system to cover more ground. SMG4, the real one, turned on his flashlight. "Hang tight, Three. We'll get you home, I promise."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Mhm, what more could he ask from this?

Three looked down at Four, whose head was resting on his lap. Four kept his eyes closed as instructed by Three, he needed to relax away from his screen. Three was passing a hand through Four's hair. It was nice to just be the two of them here in the game room.

"Can I go now?" Three asked.

"Nope, you're stuck with me forever." 

Three laughs before going all dramatic. "Oh no, whatever should I do. Hmm, I guess that's what I get..." 

Three's hand suddenly stops, prompting Four to open his right eye and see Three's conflicted expression. "Is something on your mind?" 

"I just... I still can't believe you're my boyfriend." 

Four opens both of his eyes. "Well, no regrets on confessing?" 

"I wouldn't change a thing." Three reaches down and kisses his partner's forehead, before continuing what he was doing. "I'm glad you stayed." 

"It's because of you I did."

Three hummed. Yep, he decided. He's definitely going to marry Four.

"But, for real, can I get up? I want to grab something from the kitchen." 

"Aw, party pooper." Four groaned in disappointment. He sits up, letting Three get off the couch.

"Want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

SMG3 proceeded to head for the door but as soon as he went to grab the knob...

"SMG3! Can you hear me?" 

SMG4 looked at the ceiling, confused. "...Tari?"

Suddenly, the door was glitching, its shape distorting to an extreme.

Three jumped back. "What the...What's happening?"

The room followed suit, bits and pieces being replaced with a white void. Deleting itself.

"Four, c'mon, we gotta get out of..." When Three turned around, he saw his partner calmly standing before him, unfazed by the chaos surrounding them. As if he was expecting this. "Four?" 

Four(?) slowly took his hand. "No, Three. I'm not..." Four attempts to explain but ultimately sighs. "Remember back when you asked if this was a dream? I promised you then that it's not and I promise the same thing to you now. This isn't a dream. It's a simulation, created by the person who kidnapped you and put you here."

A beat. But the world waited for no one. Not even them.

"...Who? Why?" Three searched Four's face, the digital Four, hoping the answers would just appear.

"I don't have access to that information. I wish I could." Digital Four looked over to see the growing cracks that peeked into the white void. "Looks like your friends have found you and are taking you out of here."

SMG3 looks back at him, conflicted. He yearned for this life for so long, only for it to be a complete lie. Whoever placed him here was playing some kind of sick joke on him. Perhaps, it was too good to be true...

The two look down at their hands, only to see Digital Four starting to fade away.

"I'm just sorry it had to be this way. That you had to be part of it at all," Digital Four says, his voice starting to distort. "But I will tell you this: a simulation can't be made out of nothing. Me, the Crew, everything, it's an exact copy of the real thing. What I'm trying to say is, don't let this bring you down. You've been through so much, Three. You deserve to love and to be loved. Your SMG4, the real one, does feel the same as you do. I would know." 

"...What if it doesn't work out?" 

"Who knows? It happened once, it could happen again. Besides, remember what Melony said, you won't be alone. Your friends will still be there. And I'm sure he'll still be there too."

SMG3 pulls Digital Four into a hug, leaving Four taken back by this. Sure, they've been dating for weeks, if you can even call it that, but usually when people find out this is a simulation, they would leave. They try to forget. Digital Four smiles and hugs back. He should've known better with SMG3. In the middle of the hurricane of deleting pixels and code, there they were with tears silently falling down their cheeks.

"Promise me something: Don't lose the same courage you had when you confessed your feelings to me." 

Three nods. "I promise." 

"Goodbye, Three..."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

SMG3 let out a gasp, his lungs searching for air, as if he was swimming underwater for a long time. He covered his face with his arm, his eyes unable to stand the bright lights.

"SMG3!" 

 "Thank gosh, you're okay!" 

 "Guys, quiet down, he just got out of the simulation."

He could feel several hands helping him sit up from what seemed like a table. He wanted to speak but instead let out a harsh cough, his tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"Woah woah, take it easy. It's okay, you're safe."

He knew that voice. A familiar hand grabbed his, a thumb rubbing his knuckles in comfort.

"He looks so pale." 

"Dude, it's been weeks." 

"We should get him to the hospital." 

"Who did this to him?" 

"Whoever it was, they got away."

Slowly, Three's senses were coming back, and he immediately turned to the one who comforted him. Four. Three wanted to reach out, be in Four's arms. To let Four kiss him. Let Four tell him "I'm here". But he stopped himself.

It's the real SMG4, not his Four.

Melony took Eggdog out of his cage and handed him to Three, who comforted his son with a tight hug.

Mario asked, "SMG3, are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really," Three responded, his mouth feeling dry.  

Four looked at him concerned. "Then, why are you crying? Did something happen in the simulation?"

Three reached to touch his face. Four wasn't wrong about that. He swiped the tears away with his gloved hand. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

The Crew looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. Four didn't either, but he gave Three's hand a squeeze. "C'mon, let's go home."

SMG3 could only nod. With a bit of help, SMG4 and Mario carried Three with their arms while the Crew followed behind. Three looked over his shoulder, seeing the simulation contraption completely destroyed, before leaving the hideout for good.

Goodbye, Four.

Part Two

[cartwrong]

I did #13 here :) from this prompt game

this now has a sequel here

19. “Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

Lamb almost didn’t pick up. 

When he saw River’s name on his mobile, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, exhaling loudly. Jackson Lamb had done a lot of horrible things in his life and he would answer for those one day, but until then, he was cursed with River Cartwright. It was almost half past four on Saturday morning, and there was no good reason for River to call him. 

“You better be dead, Cartwright.”

“Lamb?”

The voice was laced with pain and something Lamb couldn’t place, something he had never heard from River before, something close to terror. 

“Lamb. It hurts.”

Lamb pushed himself from the couch with a groan, his body making more noise than the old radiator clanging in the corner of his office. He stumbled to his desk, putting River on speakerphone as he dialled Ho’s number from his office phone. 

“River? Where are you? Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

“I don’t know,” River slurred. “I can’t see anything.”

“Yeah?” Ho answered the office phone pressed between Lamb’s ear and shoulder.

“Track Cartwright’s service phone. Now,” Lamb barked. 

“What? Why? What hornet nest has Cartwright kicked now?” Ho asked. 

“Because I fucking told you to,” Lamb yelled. “River, are you alone?” 

“I think–I think so,” River said, his breath echoing from the phone in stuttered gasps. 

Lamb rifled through his drawer for his gun, loading it methodically, bullet by bullet. “River, I need you to try and remember what happened. I’m going to come and get you, but I need to know what I’m walking into. Is whoever did this to you still there?”

“I–I don’t–I don’t know,” River stuttered. “I think so.”

“How many men?”

“Three? Yeah, it was three,” River said, then was cut off by a groan. “Fuck.”

“Ho, you need to hurry the fuck up if you don’t want me to break this phone off in your fucking arsehole.”

“Yeah, I got it,” Ho said with an air of annoyance only he could muster. “Texting it to you now.”

Lamb dropped the office phone and was already half way down the stairs before Roddy’s text came through. 

“River? Stay quiet but don’t hang up. I’m on my fucking way.”

The Slough House door clanged shut behind him as Jackson Lamb rushed to his car to find his lost joe. He didn’t know how badly hurt River was, but he did know he was going to kill every last person responsible for it.

[gege-wondering-around]

Fourth Penny Prompt work is out!

Antlers&Fangs

Summary

Stiles decided that following a mysterious woman with antlers in the wood is a good idea, until he finds out that it might be the best thing he had ever decided to do.

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale | Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Weredeer Stiles Stilinski | Established Relationship | Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale | Non Canonical Immortal | Were-Creatures | Flirting | Protective Derek Hale | Soft Stiles Stilinski | Play Fighting | Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale | Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski | Implied/Referenced Sex | No Smut | Romantic Fluff | mature tag for some scenes | No Angst Language: English Collections: Penny Prompts Stats: Complted Words: 5,078

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ahhhhhhh @meelopee i finally managed to this for you and im so sorry for the long wait! i hope i lived up to the expectation with this and dont worry, if you liked this fic and if you got more prompt the ask box is always open!

and as usual i send my sweet 'hey a work is out!' tag for @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion

[ask-mangle-the-sad-one]

*tick tick tick, chonk, the clock struck 9:59, spring Bonnie was sound asleep, everyone else was asleep as well, except for mangle, the anticipation was killing her...*

“I need to find something to do…*looking around she saw toy Chica and toy Bonnie sleeping on the stage toy Freddy was sleeping on the floor next to the stage and balloon boy was sleeping where he normally sat mangle was getting more bored when*” “hahahahah i am so sorry but I just hahaha it’s hilarious how many times you forget that I exist it’s *weaseing laughter*”-ebo “well do you have any ideas?”-a slightly annoyed mangle “no…”-ebo “I thought so.”-mangle *getting really bored mangle starts humming*”hm hm hm hmhm hmhmhm hm hm hm hmhm hmhmhm hm hm hmhm hm hm hmhm hm hm hm *starts over*

[polyamorousmood]

Are we doing confessions? Here’s one

For so long I thought “dating” meant it was fine to go on dates with multiple different people at different times, because I thought the goal was “narrowing it down,” with a possible end goal of “going steady.”

I remember the first time it was a plot point in a show I was watching when a character found out a woman he was dating went on a date with someone else and he was big mad

I was so baffled by this, everything I thought I knew about dating was wrong

Yet only like two years ago did I actually realize that I’m poly

This was sent at the time of the big confessional wave, I think, and just got buried. 🤷sorry

This is something I fully relate to even though I never experienced it. It just makes so much sense to me and I could see how if my early life were just sliiiiiiightly different I could have reached the same conclusions. This is a certified PolyamorousMood™️

on that note, I'll confess that I don't own a vacuum. Lived here for years, floors completed unvacuumed.

[abubblingcandle]

Sob ❤️

Thank you dear anon!

From Cuddlepollen Ch6

Jamie flinched at Roy’s calm and even approach but he didn’t fight. His body was as tight as a coiled spring when Roy pulled Jamie’s head to rest on his shoulder. “It’s ok,” Roy grunted, loosely holding Jamie so that he could escape whenever he wanted to. The relief from a hug was like nothing else under the influence of this drug, it was like a shot of morphine and even Roy was trembling under it. Roy didn’t want to be earning pleasure from Jamie’s pain. It was sick. But it was what Jamie needed. “It’s going to be ok,” Roy repeated, and this time he got a response. Jamie squeaked, any words catching in his throat and morphing into a noise of distress. The shaking intensified and he could feel the shoulder of his shirt getting damp. “Let it out,” Roy whispered. Jamie started to sob.

[max-the-silly-guy]

about time I redid the designs for this au tbh

for comparison ><

[silhouette-cosplay]

fyi I looooove answering questions about my costume builds and processes so please never be scared to ask me stuff!

[jamiesfootball]

I’d like to get you started about Jane…

Jane is textbook ‘it’s not abuse when a woman does it.’ Full stop.

She stalks him at work. She stalks his friends to ask if he’s cheating. She threw his keys in the river. She threatened to shred his passport. She regularly exhibits behavior that is jealous, controlling, and borderline violent. She has a clear lack of sense of boundaries.

The only reason any of this is passed off as comedy is because it’s a woman doing it.

And what hurts even more is that the characters in the show even seem to know that this is fucked up behavior. That the relationship isn’t good for him. But I’m also pretty sure he thinks that it’s about as good as he can get — not to mention as much as he thinks he deserves.

At least with her he feels alive

Which is not an uncommon sentiment, from people that are or have been abused. Thinking that the strength of the emotion matters more than the emotion itself. When you’re use to the world coming at you at a ten, it’s easy to think that anything less than a ten isn’t enough to live off — and we’ve seen too with his various escapades (Piggy Stardust, his history of drug use, his current drug use, his risk taking behavior in Beard After Hours) that Beard is someone who chases that high

Which is all to say that if she’s okay throwing his keys or threatening to shred his passport, then she’s probably going to be equally okay with throwing or shredding other things, because escalation is going to be the only way to keep that high on both their parts. It’s a when, not an if, before something is thrown at him. A plate. A hand.

And as of the s3 finale, that’s the mother of his child

[midnight1nk]

EPISODE(???) CONCEPT #2

What if… the Tender Tunnel was a mini-game challenge in WOTFI 2024?

For context: this was written before WOTFI ‘24, when I thought Mario and SMG4 would have to save their friends one by one by winning mini-games. It’s not an episode rewrite or concept, more of an AU of sorts. Listen, I just wanted an SMG34 moment, okay.

Oh, man. What have they gotten themselves into this time…

Mr Puzzles has trapped the Crew in Puzzle Park, claiming they are "the missing pieces". The Crew, except for Mario and SMG4, are under his control. And now, this lunatic wants them to "test" these mini-games before the official opening in 24 hours.

Mario and Four could hear the crowd waiting outside, the children curious about the bright and flashing attractions. They feared he might do the same thing as he did in Puzzlevision, trapping them all in this park. The duo demanded Puzzles to set them free. Unfortunately, according to Puzzles, the only way to free them was to beat the mini-games. "Hmph, I doubt you can" was what he said to them.

Well, he shouldn't have underestimated them. The blue and red duo already managed to save Karen and Bob, and were now off to rescue SMG3.

NEXT CHALLENGE: THE EVER-TURNING DILEMMA OF MR. DYNAMITE

[Woah oh, Mr Dynamite is going off the rails again! Hit the red X's on the rotating target he's tied to using these blades without hitting him. Be careful! If the timer runs out, his dynamite vest will make him go "pop"!]

Thanks to Bob and Karen being experts of the blade, they completed the mini-game, and Three's free of Puzzles' control. Four removes the rope that held Three's limbs and carries him down.

Still dizzy from all the spinning, Three placed a hand on his head. "Oh, what happened?" Coming to his senses, he grows annoyed to see Four here. "Oi, didn't I text you guys to get out of here?"

Four explained."Mr Puzzles is controlling the entire carnival, we didn't exactly have a choice to begin with. Besides, we aren't gonna leave you here."

Three blinked. "You stayed... to save me?"

"Why wouldn't I? Dude, you were literally going to explode if we didn't."

"I...uh..." Three's face grew warm. "Augh, never mind. Why did I even send that text?"

"Aww, didn't know you cared about us," Four teased.

Three muttered, "Shut up, baka."

A door nearby opens up, leading them to the next challenge. They ran, passing by some mirrors. Three caught a glimpse of himself, in the clown costume Mr Puzzles had him in. 

He struck a pose. "Heh, still got it."

NEXT CHALLENGE: LOVE IS BLIND [Grab a partner and test your bond in the Tender Tunnel! Each player will be assigned a lipstick of the color that matches their partner, show how much your partner means to you by giving them a kiss!]

Of course, Mr Puzzles chooses his pair, Tari and Saiko, for his side. For the Crew, it was a bit more difficult to choose. Bob opted out because "none of them were sexy". Karen was more worried for her children, whom she could hear from the outside. Mario decides to go with his one true love, spaghetti. Four went against it, thinking that Mr Puzzles wouldn't even allow it. And this was a big one, they could save both Tari AND Saiko. They can't risk it. Mario ignores him and gets on the boat anyway.

Mario, also being the wingman that he is, suggests that Four and Three pair up. Before they could even process what he said, Mario extended his arm and pulled them into a third boat. Mr Puzzles, or at least controlling a robot arm, hands out the lipsticks and reassures them not to worry, the lights will be dim in the Tunnel. There's no need to feel embarrassed. Besides, with Mr Puzzles knowing how the blue and purple duo are, they won't be able to win. Four and Three looked at each other, feeling the awkward tension between them.

They've been through this before. The elevator... the...

We don't talk about what happened years ago.

But, to save their friends...

After a while, the boats come out of the Tunnel. The camera first shows Tari and Saiko with their kiss marks on the back of their hands. It counts for two points for Mr Puzzles' side.

"Wait, we could've done that this whole time?!" Four exclaimed, off-screen from the camera's view.

The camera pans to Mario and his plate of spaghetti, somehow in wedding attire. Where did that wedding cake come from? The wedding bells ring...

Mario puts the lipstick on and pronounces, "You may now kiss your partner."

....uh, before Mario proceeds to do his usual antics.

Mr Puzzles shouted, "CUT THE CAMERA CUT THE CAMERA!"

The camera hastily moves away, going into static. Without Mario being the picture and disqualified, the last pairing is Four and Three!

...Well, the camera is pointing at where they're supposed to be standing, but they're nowhere to be seen. The camera moves, trying to search them.

"Just skip us! You win this time, Mr Puzzles," Four lets out a nervous laugh, his voice seemingly getting further away.

Three also joins in. "Uh, yeah, let's just go to the next one..."

The camera turns to the pair walking away from the scene, suspiciously covering their faces with their hats. Failing miserably not to be seen by anybody. That was until one of them trips for not seeing where they were going. The camera zooms in to show what exactly they were hiding:

There were dozens of kiss marks smeared on each other's faces, purple for Four and blue for Three. The two yelp in embarrassment, trying to hide with their hands and tempting to clean them off.

Well... to Puzzles' dismay, the Crew clearly won this mini-game as well as saved Tari and Saiko. Mario gave the pair a supportive thumbs-up while the pair wished they could die here and now.

Goddammit, it happened... again!

[cartwrong]

”You’re mine.” For the prompt game!

thank you my anonymous friend <3 this one turned a bit more fluffy (after I put River in the ICU):

from this drabble ask game

“Louisa?”

His voice was barely above a whisper. She hadn’t even realised he had woken yet; almost didn’t hear him over the beeping machines and the thundering of her heartbeat. The surgeon said he’d likely still be under the effects of the anaesthesia for a couple more hours. They told her she could go get a coffee, go for a walk, stretch her legs. But Louisa knew better. She knew one thing River Cartwright was going to do was the opposite of what someone expected him to do. 

Stubborn, brave, idiot. 

“Hey, I’m here. You’re okay,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure why. It just seemed like something you did in the ICU. 

“I missed you,” he slurred, reaching clumsily for her. She intercepted his hand before he could pull out his IV or something similarly River-like. 

“I missed you, too,” she laughed lightly, relief bubbling out of her. She wasn’t sure she would see him again and then when they found him – fuck she couldn’t even think about it if she didn’t want to collapse into a puddle. 

“You know,” River coughed, and Louisa held up a spoon and tilted some ice chips into his mouth. He sighed and licked his lips, his tongue taking a bit longer to retract into his mouth than it would normally. “You know how at the zoo they have, like, cheetahs that are nervous, so they have to give them emotional support dogs? Like they give them these puppies with the cheetah puppies, and they grow up together? But the cheetah needs the puppy?”

God, he was high. 

“Yes, I think so,” Louisa said, vaguely recalling seeing something online about it. 

“Well,” he coughed again, and Louisa spooned more ice chips into his mouth. River answered with a sigh, and she felt her lips turn up into a smile. “You’re mine.”

“What? I’m your emotional support dog?”

“Yup,” River answered, popping the end of the word. “I’m the nervous cheetah.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Louisa laughed, pushing a strand of sweaty hair away from River’s forehead.

“Good,” he sighed, nuzzling into her hand and closing his eyes. “Good.”

“River?”

He let out a contented sigh, murmuring, “hmmmm?”

“You're mine, too.” 

“Good,” he mumbled again, already back asleep.