#but yeah. I’m just. going crazy. i know I should be doing my own research but also god would it kill you to even try.

[taketheringtolohac]

what if I just screamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and cried!!!!!!!!

[cosmerelists]

If Era 1 Mistborn and Stormlight characters met each other…

If the Era 1 Mistborn gang and the Stormlight characters happened to meet up, what would that be like? 

[Includes spoilers through Rhythm of War & Era 1 Mistborn!] 1.  Dalinar & Elend

Elend: And THEN the council voted ME out! Man, democracy is just so hard!

Dalinar: Have you considered straight-up tyranny?

Elend: A-actually, yeah. Unfortunately.

Elend: It just…works so well…

Dalinar: I know.

Dalinar: Let’s not dwell on it.

2.  Shallan & Vin

Vin: My mom tried to kill me.

Shallan: Same.

Vin: Luckily I had my brother who cared for me. But he also had a cruel streak.

Shallan: Yeah—trust me, I know.

Vin: I trained as a thief & con artist for a while.

Shallan: Oh hey, me too! And that’s fun, but I also like wearing nice clothes and marrying someone socially above my station, you know?

Vin: Yeah, same!

Shallan: But also…I’ve murdered, just, so many people. Including family!

Vin: Killed my boyfriend’s dad.

Vin: And ex-fiancee.

Vin: And brother.

Shallan: Yeah, the murders just keep coming!

Vin: Crazy how that works.

3.  Straff & Sadeas

Sadeas: Knifed in a hallway by my nemesis’s son. Right into the brain. Eye popped and everything.

Straff: Literally cut in half by a giant sword wielded by my son’s girlfriend. My horse, too.

Sadeas: Bro.

Straff: Bro.

4.  Breeze & Sebarial

Breeze: Well, it certainly is nice to relax with a glass of wine & let the other characters make the jokes, isn’t it?

Sebarial: …why did I just get you wine??

5.  Sazed & Sigzil

Sigzil: And as a Worldsinger, I learn about other places and then share that knowledge to bring people together.

Sazed: That’s simply wonderful! I think feruchemy would work so well for you!

Sigzil: It does seem like an amazing power.

Sazed: Also, do you ever want to, just…

Sigzil: …strangle Hoid?

Sazed: Yeah.

Sigzil: Yeah.

Kelsier: Yeah!!!

Sazed: Kelsier, get to your own section! 

6.  Spook & Lift

Lift: So you…eat metal. And it gives you powers?

Spook: Yeah. I get my power from burning Tin.

Lift: After you eat it?

Spook: After I eat it.

Lift: Sucks to be you! I get my power from PANCAKES. 

7.  Marsh & Navani

Marsh: …and with these metal spikes piercing my body, I gained a number of powers. Also immortality. Apparently.

Navani: I am so horrified. And so intrigued. You’re going to make SUCH good research!

Marsh: The horror doesn’t, you know, put you off?

Navani: Nah, you should have seen my last research partner.

8.  TenSoon & Kaladin 

Kaladin: So you are a…puppy?

TenSoon: Well, I have the ability to consume the bones of a canine and then take on this shape.

Kaladin: [nodding]

TenSoon: That doesn’t…disturb you at all?

Kaladin: I don’t know enough about dogs to judge.

9.  Zane & Szeth

Zane: And basically, with the voice of God constantly in my ear encouraging me to kill, I did that! Kill, I mean.

Szeth: Obeying an unknown disembodied voice because you thought it might be god? What foolishness.

Zane: Didn’t you obey a rock?

Szeth: That was DIFFERENT.

10.   Kelsier & Moash 

Kelsier: The thing is—aristocrats just gotta be murdered, you know?

Kelsier: You look into their faces, see the reflection of their endless crimes, and just think, “Yup. Murder time.”

Kelsier: And some people are like, “Kelsier, stop murdering everyone!”

Kelsier: And it’s like—do I tell YOU not to do what YOU’RE good at?

Kelsier: I’m good at three things! Survival. Starting cults. And murder.

Moash: …

Moash: I think I love you.

[pix3lplays]

Did someone say Dottore?

Something that makes me laugh to think about Dottore is that he has a daughter, specifically a girl

And I'm not referring to when he was Fatui, I'm referring to the fact that he had a daughter at the Academy and he is a tough dad.

It makes me laugh to think about Dottore who, although he is not a good father at all, seems like a human for the first time with his daughter around him

The daughter came out just as crazy as him, experimenting and murdering, defying the order imposed by the Gods and simply being true to herself, almost in the same way as Dottore

Ah, but put them together in the same room and they will talk with friendly smiles, talking happily about their discoveries and how happy they are for each other because of the great progress they have made lately

"Ah, father! How nice to see you again, you won't believe how well the last experiment went with the strange mud of the Chasm next to the pillars of Celestia."

"I'm glad, my daughter! You're going to love hearing about how the deception and experimentation on humans of various physical abilities has gone, it's excellent material for the future."

And Scaramouche is watching in the background while he's almost dying, having to put up with two mad scientists

One more

"Father! This is a disaster!"

"Huh? What's wrong honey? Did any test subjects escape? Don't worry, they'll die from the poison of..."

"It's not that! Who cares about that rat? The person I like to buy fresh dates from won't be coming anymore! Ah, now what will I eat on my breaks? We should go to Sumeru right now! And while I'm there, I'll make sure the experiment with forbidden knowledge is going well and the deal with the Hermits remains on track"

"So that's it, don't worry, I'll tell other me to come with you, don't forget to bring me something interesting."

I don't know, it's just like they did CTRL + V on Dottore but it came out female, so they get along great

+Bonus with Paimon and Traveler

"A clone of Dottore! Nahida said there were no more!"

"A clone? I guess I really look too much like Father... Anyway, don't worry either, that's not why I'm here, do you know where there's a good desert date seller?"

"What do you mean with that...?"

"Well, let's buy dates, they are very delicious if seasoned with roasted Sumeru flowers... Ah, I don't think you're really going to say anything because of your face... Don't look at me in that way, it's not my fault that my father almost kill your friend"

Anything that makes Dottore act with even a modicum of humanity makes me laugh

I think that if Dottore had a daughter from his first years of Fatui or Academia, they would get along genuinely good, the daughter is going to turn out like a Sparkle mixed with him, but they get along wonderfully

— 📦

Dadttore lol.

Dottore acting like a human being is. Yeah. But I’m very charmed with Dottore and his daughter being close to as crazy as he is, that’s so adorable somehow??

Like?? Nah he’s not a good dad but MEH she doesn’t notice, lol. She just wants to do her little experiments and do her research!!

Also if I saw Dottore had a kid I would have the, “where the HECK did you get that from??” moment. She looks like him but…no. No there’s no waaaay. Dottore??? Nooooo. This child just spawned into the world one day there is no other explanation. That or he created her in a lab. Or like you said. CTRL + V except make him a girl. I’m crying. Where did this child come from. And I refuse to believe anyone’s taking responsibility for that lol.

Local single dad Dottore with his little daughter on his lap while he reads her a dissection manual. Lovely.

One day his daughter, young but already an expert in biology like papa, is all, “wait. Where DID I come from?? Who the heck is my-”

And he tells her to not worry about something like that. Doesn’t matter. She only needs him, right?

She’s so cute ugh I’m imagining her in her own little mask and her own little evil lab coat.

Yeah, perfect.

He’s got his own style of ‘hands-off’ parenting. Which goes just as well as you’d expect. He’s like I’m not worried about her, she’ll come home when she’s hungry.

Sir, please-

Comically bad dad Dottore is also entertaining to me oh my goodness I’m sorry.

And when she’s a teenager?? Oof he’s not ready for that.

She knows her dad. She knows to not bring anyone home to meet him, lol. Like she still loves him and they get along great but she’d like to keep her boyfriend around for at least a few months. Maybe once she gets bored of them though…

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching It’s a Terrible Life

Welcome to “Sam and Dean are Just Steps on the Bossman’s Ladder: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e17: It’s a Terrible Life

Dean Smith works a middle-management white-collar job at Sandover Bridge and Iron, and Sam Wesson is a grunt in the IT department there. Sam thinks something about this life is wrong, and when he runs into Dean he could swear they’ve met before. But Dean brushes him off until employees start dying real weird in the company. When Dean witnesses an IT tech stab himself in the throat during a panic attack over filling out a form incorrectly, he accepts that Sam might be on to something. The two work together to research the company and the deaths, eventually realizing the ghost of the company’s founder is compelling workers to kill themselves if they don’t give Sandover their all. Smith and Wesson dispatch the ghost (after finding some helpful tips online from the Ghostfacers), and eventually Dean’s boss reveals that he is actually Zachariah, an angel who arranged this little interlude for Dean to help him remember that he is and always will be a hunter at heart. Dean doesn’t take kindly to this interference from the angels and promises that one day he’ll stab Zachariah in his face.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Lor: bounces I love this one

Mace: 

it is a good one

he looks so ridiculous in that shirt and tie

Lor:

and I love that this show is like "ep 16: torture, hero almost killed by a demon who tortured him in hell for 30 years. ep 17: alternate universe shenanigans"

mmm. someone should maybe take him out of them

Mace: 

they like to mess with us

Lor:

yep

Mace: 

LOR.

Lor:

wot?

innocent

Mace: 

simmer down

Lor:

NEVER

Mace: 

omg this guy plays such a hilarious weirdo on Psych

Lor:

Zachariah?

Mace: 

yeah

Lor:

omg Dean Smith. you do not need to lose any weight. eat a cookie

kill a ghost

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

LOL Sam's face

Mace: 

SAM IN THAT POLO

Lor:

YES

even Dean Smith makes "no homo" jokes when no one else brought that up pets him go to therapy, baby

Mace: 

it’s crazy to me that Sam is uncomfortable in this fake life but Dean suspects nothing

YEP

Lor:

DID YOU TRY TURNING IT OFF AND THEN ON

yeah it is WEIRD

Mace: 

HAHAHA

Lor:

but it fits with his "I can fit in anywhere thing"

Mace: 

hm. I wonder if it’s more “I’m so unhappy in the life my daddy forced me into” thing

Lor:

oh definitely

Mace: 

my god he FITS in that shirt

Lor:

YAAAS

he should really stop being work buddies with this asshole

Mace: 

(omg I am seriously wearing almost EXACTLY that other dude’s outfit right now)

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA I LOVE IT

poor Sam doesn't fit in his cubicle

Mace: 

graphic t with ratty flannel over

Lor:

it is the BEST outfit

Mace: 

oh Sammy, sweets, I’ll nap with you

Lor:

MACE

simmer down

Mace: 

I love how he does NOT fit into that cubicle

Lor:

YES

Mace: 

Dean’s profile. just DAMN, son

Lor:

YAAAAAS

they made him extra pretty this ep and I love that they bothered

Mace: 

he cleans up super nice

Lor:

Dean, you know you have some vampire romance novels under your perfectly made bed

Mace: 

SNORK

“you overshare”

HAHAHA

Lor:

the tiny montages of the workplace mundanities

Mace: 

YEP

“I hope they spank me” this boy is naughty

Lor:

LOL

look, we've all been where he is. no evil ghost needed

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

EW

Mace: 

oh GROSS

SHOULDERS

Lor:

YAS

omg Dean's pretty pretty face. his LIPS

Mace: 

RIGHT?!

Lor:

omg Sam and Dean are both researching it and asking the same questions on their own. i love it

Mace: 

YES

“did you shave?!”

Lor:

lol

"the dash-Rs"

Mace: 

“hey, guy”

Lor:

omg his back in those suspenders

Mace: 

right?

omg EW

Lor:

RIGHT?

i always forget this one has some serious ew horror moments

poor Dean so shook

Mace: 

but not as shook as a normal person, which is kind of awesome

Lor:

the way his voice kinda fails on "neck"

YES

I love the way he just totally took charge with Ian (even though it didn't work)

Mace: 

why did he bring his bag?

yeah

Lor:

security laptop. it makes him feel safe

Mace: 

emotional support laptop

Lor:

YES

"NOT NATURAL"

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

"no that would be nuts" HAAAAAHHAHAHAHA poking fun at their own show history

Mace: 

SNORK

Lor:

"some skills I happen to have"

Mace: 

okay settle down, Taken

Lor:

I admire from afar

Mace: 

Dean’s arms in that shirt

Lor:

HEY. SETTLE DOWN

Mace: 

“right?!” BOYS

Lor:

"I am dying to check this out." "Right?" YES

Mace: 

SNORK! Look, I’m always like this. It’s weirder when you do it

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Fair enough

Mace: 

your desire to trot at any given moment is, like, lukewarm

Lor:

at best

Mace: 

which is, of course, completely cool - PUN INTENDED - I’m just saying that when you bump it up to hot-trotting, it’s just different

Lor:

LOLOLOL

I get it

Mace: 

whereas my trotting enthusiasm always runs at toasty, minimum

Lor:

except for the GIANT BOWL OF APPLES

eat a food, Dean, I beg you

Mace: 

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL toasty trots

DON'T BE A SNOB DEAN SMITH

Mace: 

right?!

(also, their NAMES)

Lor:

your daddy raised you better'n that

Mace: 

did he, though?

I think you mean Bobby raised him better

Lor:

(YES I am kissing whoever decided to give them OTHER gun names platonically on the head)

Mace: 

(HA)

Lor:

Bobby is his dad in the universe, that's what I meant

Mace: 

omgomgomg

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA GHOSTFACERS

"instructional videos"

Mace: 

GHOSTFACERS

I forgot they were in here!

Lor:

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST JOKE that they learn how from them who they hate who learned it from them

I LOVE IT kicks feet in glee

Mace: 

YESYESYES

Lor:

nrrrrrf Dean's dumb buttondown tucked into his dumb dress slacks

Mace: 

YES

“yeah now sucks"

Lor:

his portfolio is in the sewer. poor rich baby

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

"useless douchebags the Winchesters"

"possibly all states"

Mace: 

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

and Dean's face at the idea of digging up bodies

Mace: 

YES

omg Dean hiding

Lor:

YES

oh man another super gross bit coming

Mace: 

UGH

“…what?” SAM

Lor:

YES

eeeeeeeeew

Mace: 

EWEWEWEW

poor Bean

Lor:

poor sammy

"take the stairs"

Mace: 

HAHAHA

Lor:

aw Dean's little swallow

Mace: 

YES

Lor:

"I have no idea"

Mace: 

oh boys

Lor:

hey! stop throwing my Dean around into things!

ooo the teamwork

Mace: 

YES

Lor:

I love that Sam immediately clocks that the way to help Dean is not to help him but to dispatch the ghost

Mace: 

YES

so smart

“that was amazing!”

Lor:

HE HAS A FIRST AID KIT IN HIS OFFICE

pets him

Mace: 

yeah

“how would we live?”

HEALTH INSURANCE

Lor:

"you don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance" I LOVE HIM

YES

Mace: 

I LOVE that Sam instinctively knows who he is

HE WENT TO STANFORD

Lor:

YES

RIGHT?!

And his family is Bobby, Ellen, and Jo

Mace: 

well, Bobby at least

“you don’t know me, pal” ooof

Lor:

"you should go" sigh

YAS SAM

Mace: 

YAS SAMMY DO IT

Lor:

GOD HIS ARMS

Mace: 

YES

he BENT the poker MY GOD

Lor:

YES

Dean, hold out for your own angel

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

gross

Mace: 

yeah

Lor:

THE WAY THE COLOR DROPS OUT

Mace: 

OMG YES

Lor:

"my GOD am I hungry"

Mace: 

HAHAHA YES

Lor:

trots in with a bag of cheeseburgers and fries and pie

Mace: 

HA

Lor:

"gross. no thank you"

Mace: 

“gross” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lololol Dean

ass clowns in monkey suits

Mace: 

how did they not realize how he would respond to this?

Lor:

his idiolect! I cannot

RIGHT?

Cas coulda told them. No way they ran this by him

Mace: 

nope

daddy issues

he’s not wrong there

Lor:

"I will stab you in your face" AND HE DOES

Mace: 

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

his face journey after "fornicate with women" is something else

look, Dean, I'm here to tell you you can hunt and still have the lattes

Mace: 

HAHAHA YES

and fuck all of them for doing all this to Sammy too but not bothering to explain

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace: 

and HE’S THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY PASSED THE STUPID TEST

Lor:

like Sam goes from "my brother is beat to hell in a hospital bed" to being mind fucked and then no one bothers to tell him what's up

RIGHT?

Mace: 

so mean. he needs comforting.

Lor:

I think we've talked before about how if they'd given Dean a life HE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE HAD, like running his own auto shop, restoring cars, with either Cassie or Cas, he would have STAYED THERE FOREVER

Mace: 

YEP

[densi-mber]

We Need A Little Christmas

***

“Hey guys, glad you guys made it back,” Fatima called out as Kensi and Deeks walked back into the mission. They’d left long enough to pick Rosa up and eat dinner before returning.

In that time someone had supplemented the basic Christmas decorations from earlier in the day with enough garland, sparkly ornaments, and lights to make Nell proud.

“Where’s Rosa? I hope you didn’t leave her at home all alone.”

“Well, I’m sure Rosa would appreciate the solitude, but you can relax,” Deeks answered. “She hanging out at a friends house.”

“Good. She needs to hang out with someone her own age for a change,” Sam teased, appearing with a mug of egg nog, and gave them each a hug.

Callen strolled in behind him with a beer. He had a small reindeer pin attached to his shirt.

At the table set up a few feet away, Rountree handed out glasses of various drinks. Unlike Callen and Sam, he’d gone all out with a Frosty adorned sweater, Santa hat, completing the look with a string of flashing lights around his neck.

“Hey you guys want some egg nog?” he offered. “I made it with my Nana’s family recipe.”

“I love Grandmas’ egg nog,” Deeks said, accepting a glass.

“It’s not quite up to Nell’s standard,” Callen commented. “But it’s good.”

“Which means it’s not capable of taking down a small elephant,” Deeks interjected.

“Thanks Rountree, but I’m going to pass right now,” Kensi decided. “I’ll just grab some water.”

“Sure thing. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“By the way, where’s Kilbride?” Deeks hadn’t seen him lurking anywhere and his office was dark.

“He wished us a Merry Christmas, requested that we not cause any international incidents between now and New Years, and then escaped,” Callen answered. “He also left that fruit cake.” He gestured to a sturdy looking package on the far end of the table.

“Of course Kilbride would bring fruitcake.” Shaking his head, Deeks glanced down at Kensi, who was sipping at her water.

“Hey, are you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My stomach’s just been a tiny been funny all day. I think I ate too much habanero chicken last night.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did.” Kensi leaned her head on his shoulder for a second.

“You want me to get you some Tums?”

“No, I’m ok. But I think I should probably wait on the egg nog til my stomachs feeling a little less rumbly,” she said with a faint grin that reassured Deeks she wasn’t feeling all that bad. “Besides, we’ve missed enough things this year with all the craziness, I don’t want to skip out on another.”

A few minutes later, Fatima gathered everyone over to hand out Secret Santa gifts. Although she didn’t celebrate the religious aspects of Christmas, Fatima fully enjoyed the more secular components.

Kensi received a chocolate lover’s subscription to a local confectionary. It could have come from anyone in the office, given her well documented sweet tooth, but Deeks would put his money on Callen.

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Fatima gasped as she opened her gift to reveal a succulent patterned scarf. “Thank you, Kensi!”

“How did you know it was her?” Rountree protested. “It could have been any of us.”

“Really? Would any of you guys feel comfortable buying me a scarf like this?”

“Nope,” Deeks said immediately.

“Exactly.

“You’re welcome,” Kensi said, smiling as Rountree and Fatima continued to bicker.

After all the gifts were opened, Kensi settled into Deeks’ arms, watching the shenanigans in front of them.

“This really does make all the craziness worth it, doesn’t it?” Deeks mused.

“Yep.” She held out her water and clinked it against his glass. “To normalcy.”

***

A/N: Since Fatima tends to where colorful and unique scarves (like the one with skulls on it), I didn’t think a succulent patterned one would be too out there. From my research, it seems that giving them as gifts isn’t generally frowned upon, but if I’m wrong, not offense is intended.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Lock On The Lost Night - Chapter 12

Translation of chapter 12 of the event ‘Lock On The Lost Night’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Oscar: Rest well, Brad-sama, Keith-san. I pray that this will get resolved soon.

Keith: Sigh….. What do we do, ‘m gonna die from sleep deprivation at this rate……

Brad: If you want to sleep, then sleep.

Keith: Aah? ….What are you gonna do then?

Brad: I’ll take care of some paperwork since I can’t seem to fall asleep.

Keith: Naw hold on, yer being way too much of an idiot now. Don’t start working if ya can’t go to bed.

Brad: ……..

Keith: Geez…

Brad: …..!

Keith: Sleep. Laying down and closing yer eyes is enough to get some energy back

Keith: That much you oughta know, yeah? You’re the one that’s dozen of times smarter than me here, yanno

Brad: ………..

Keith: Haah, ‘m seriously beat. What the hell kinda day was this……

Brad: ….Goodnight

Keith: Yeah yeah, g’night. See ya tomorrow.

---The next day

Brad: You’ll receive information from the research department tomorrow. We will go over the concerns that were raised now at that time too. That’s all.

Keith: ………

Brad: Oi, it’s done. That should be an end for any short notice meetings. We’ll return to my room for the time be--

Keith: Do ya seriously not wanna get outta these handcuffs or sumn’!?

Keith: Why are ya working again today!? Yanno I put up with it ‘cuz I thought that was all for yesterday only!?

Brad: Today has its own fair share of work.

Keith: You workaholic! Square bastard! You oughta be cuffed to work instead!

Brad: I’ll attempt to finish work earlier than I did yesterday. You focus on finding ways to relax.

Brad: That aside, I need to prioritize the work in front of me. There’s also another meeting in an hour. We’ll have lunch until th--

Keith: I’m at my damn limit!!!!!!!

Brad: ……!

Keith: If that’s how yer gonna act, then I’ll do whatever I feel like doin’ too

Brad: Oi, what are you up to now. Do you want to go somewhere?

Keith: Wanna go drinking

Keith: For me that’s preeeeeetty important. The same amount as work is to ya… nah, way, way more important than that.

Brad: Wh- Wait! Where are you planning to…

Keith: That sports bar. Since the owner knows ‘bout us already

Brad: Once this is over you can go on your own.

Keith: I ain’t gon’ wait for that! Making me work without breaks, I’ll go crazy if I don’t get a breather…

Keith: Besides, won’t those handcuffs slip off by getting stupid drunk? That’s the best way to relax in my opinion

Brad: Stop messing around. I told you I can’t neglect my---

Keith: Shuddup

Brad: Wha….

Keith: If ya won’t be quiet and come with me, then I’ll have to drag you through the air like this

Keith: Heh, come over here, there’s nothing to be scared of

Brad: S-stop! Put me down, Keith!

-

Keith: ~~~~♪ Al, cohol, alcohol~... Ah

Brad: ………..

Keith: Knew that yer pride wouldn’t forgive ya for being treated like a balloon.

Keith: Heheh, it’s my win. Looks like I’m gonna have some of the best alcohol 

Brad: I will shove each and every negative consequence from abandoning hours of work in your hands to deal with, you bastard.

Keith: Oooh, scary…. I mean it’s just a half day? I can handle that much, y’know

Keith: More importantly, it’s time to drink. I’m ready to dive in any second n---

(Phone rings)

Keith: Hm? If it ain’t the owner calling me now

Keith: Yo, what’s up?

Bar owner: “Keith, can you come to the bar now?”

Keith: Ooh, how timely. I just happened to be on my way there now---

Bar owner: “I finally realized where I saw that rosary of yours from yesterday…..!”

Keith: Eh…..

[untoldstories54]

Wish it was a love story

Chapter 1:

-Fiona Sinclaire?

-That’s me.

-Hi, nice to meet you. Let’s go to my office.

-Sure, After you.

I was quite nervous when following my shrink to his office. It was my first time seeking help for my deteriorating mental help. Maybe I was too scared to face the fact that I am having depression and anxiety. I should have sought help beforehand. But how can I open up to somebody completely stranger to me? I hardly tell my problems to my own family and friends. How am I supposed to confront him? Will I be able to completely honest with him?

-Is it okay if I call you Fiona? By the way, I’m Daniel Bennet. You can call me Dan.

My train of thought was interrupted and I came back to reality.

-Sure. Nice to meet you, Dan

-So, how are you feeling?

-Ah, nervous. I have never seen a shrink before. So, I have no idea what happens here and how things work out. So, yeah a bit nervous maybe. (Wow I was honest, Good job Fiona-I thought to myself)

-HaHaHa. I guess there is always a start to everything. And no worries, we’ll figure things out some way. So, Fiona would you like to tell something about yourself?

-I’m from Cambodia. I’m an international student at Celestia University. I joined as a Ph.D. student here last September.

-Wow, that’s crazy. You must be a really bright student. Taking up a Ph.D. is not everyone’s cup of tea. What’s your Ph.D. about?

-I’m doing it in Mathematics, mostly in applied mathematics. It has bits of fluid mechanics but my work is mostly analytical.

-Dude. Ph.D. in mathematics. Salute to you. I used to be so scared of math while I was a child and here’s you doing a PhD on it. Hats off to you.

-Thanks

When Dan was praising me, I was feeling so happy. Although deep down I knew maybe it was just the most basic aspect of Dan’s job to make his client make special. But still, it felt nice, it seemed like I wanted somebody’s validation, to tell me I am doing something really meaningful. I was longing to be appreciated. But maybe I would be the happiest if it came from my people, not someone whom I know for just a few minutes. But still, it felt good.

-So, are you liking it here?

-Yeah, it feels nice. I took some time to settle down, but eventually, I’m loving it here. People are awesome, they are super helpful and friendly. They didn’t really treat me like an outsider. That’s the best part.

-Wow, that’s surprising, because mostly have super difficulties especially when you are shifting to an entirely different continent with different cultures and people. But I am so glad that you’re coping quite well.

-That’s because most of them are comfortable living in their home surrounded by their friends. But I had none left except for my family, no friends. I was left with a bunch of toxicity around me. I wanted to run away, so far that no one could reach me. It was hard for me to breathe there. When I came here, I felt easier to breathe. A fresh new start with a new me.

-I see, So, Fiona what exactly brought you here? Would you like to share?

-I am wasting time, a lot of time. I keep watching movies, and series for a long time like 12-13 hours straight. I spend hours on the Facebook and Instagram reels. How the 24 hours pass I don’t even realize. I can’t concentrate on my research. It seems like my brain has stopped functioning. I used to be so good at math, I could solve so complicated problems within a minute and now I find it so hard to even solve a simple undergraduate-level calculus problem. I spent hours in front of my laptop and phone screen, and still, I feel so tired. Basically, my routine is like waking up, eating, watching movies spending time on social media, and sleeping. I don’t study at all. And it has affected my academic life so brutally. I am in constant fear of losing my scholarship and that I have to get back to that hell from where I escaped.

-What about your sleeping pattern? Are you taking enough sleep?

-Yeah, in fact, more than enough. I almost sleep for 12 hours or more a day. Not like straight 12 hours. But as I said my brain feels too occupied, whenever I close my eyes, I fall asleep. I don’t even like the idea of waking up. It seems like my life is simpler when I’m asleep. But when I wake up, it seems all problems are running towards me.

-It seems like you’re well aware that these problems are because of your excessive use of social media. Have you done anything to get rid of social media apps?

-Yeah, I have uninstalled the apps several times. But then after a while I reinstalled them.

-What makes you to reinstall the apps?

-I start feeling lonely.

-I see, Fiona. Would you like to take me back to your life a few years ago?

-Sure, maybe I'll start from my freshman year of the freshman year of college where everything was different, I was different.

[inkofamethyst]

June 19, 2023

Before I get into anything else, I first have to rave about the animated show Pantheon and whine about how streaming seems to be ruining the best shows out there.  I watched Pantheon completely on a whim as I crossed the Atlantic (along with Crazy Rich Asians which was also great and Black Adam which was just okay), not knowing a single thing about it, I’d never even heard of it before, but the cover/title slide looked interesting and gave me scifi vibes so I tried it and let me tell you: probably some of the best scifi I’ve seen recently.  The plot was really the star of the show here, it was interesting, original, thoughtful, just a little creepy (as good scifi should be (remember when I watched that movie Archive???  same kind of creepy)), and a whole lot of fun (as great scifi should be).  Certainly a bingeworthy series, and a terrible shame that streaming companies sloughed off the (apparently completed) season two.  Despite that, I would recommend the series to others (if caveated), which is a big thing for me because I generally don’t recommend unfinished works that likely won’t become finished, but it really was just that good.  

So, yeah.

Family vacation was lovely, but by the end I was definitely ready to have my own personal time in my own room, a privilege I do not take for granted.  The trip was beautiful, varied, educational, exhausting, delicious... I do hope to return to the Mediterranean sometime.  It’s a little hard to believe that this might be my last family vacation where I’m not really in charge of financing my own trip.  It’s difficult in general to think that I’ll be moving so far away from home in a bit over a month.

I had quite a bit of time to sit and think (and read some nonfiction, on which I have thoughts), and I found myself flipping wildly between being really excited and being utterly terrified about the endeavor I’m about to pursue.  Most of the time spent on the latter.  I think... had I really thought about it, I probably would have tried going for a gap year doing something cool and interesting.  I can’t say if I regret my choice yet, and, I mean, “things are working out” in the sense that I’ll be, in theory, living the academic dream in grad school, but I just feel like there’s a lot of things I’m not nearly as prepared for as I could be.

All that said, while I was in one of my “utterly terrified” moods, “Keep You Safe” by The Crane Wives started playing, and that really helped, honestly.

Okay, now about the book I’ve been reading (which I promise I’m going to actually finish and not just bingewatch myself into a stupor (I’m so close to finishing House it’s not even funny)).  It’s really interesting, about genetics and human evolution, but I noticed pretty quickly that there was a bit of academic classism going on.  The author often attributed recent research to the PIs leading the efforts which is great, but they would only mention their institutional affiliation (in most cases) if they were a professor at Oxbridge, UCL, one of the Ivies, etc, and just kind of handwave away anyone else’s university (ex. “so-n-so did xzy with their team at Yale” vs. “so-n-so who leads a Californian lab did abc”).  I dunno, it feels weird because I will, in theory, benefit from academic classism, even while knowing that the main thing separating a Columbia from a CUNY is money and perceived prestige when good, impressive, groundbreaking work can be completed almost anywhere.  And maybe I’m overthinking, and maybe this is just the way the world works (plenty of adults would likely say this) and maybe I shouldn’t rage so hard against it because all research into this academic classism or whatever says that I’m probably going to get a boost in the job market because of it, but it just doesn’t seem fair and I hate that.

Today I’m thankful for a wonderful family vacation.  I’m thankful for the privilege of being able to do a vacation like this, and I’m thankful to be back home safe.

[creaturebehavior]

like i used to be better at masking and i fully burnt myself out

also btw. i know i do have bpd, and i haven’t mentioned this in awhile, and maybe it is just bpd, and maybe everyone with bpd feels like i do (i am still researching and trying to learn about my diagnosis) but, i still wonder if i’m autistic and i just don’t know what to do about that. it also could possible be adhd. i feel autistic as fuck and i have for a long time and for many years that’s what i thought was my main issues but i have so many issues it’s just so hard to know.

either way, even if it’s just the bpd + cptsd + ocd + ed + addiction which is plenty, i have wasted all my energy all my entire life masking and i even got fully clean and sober and i masked my ass off for nearly two years before u burnt out so hard i literally was like if i don’t leave school and start smoking a little bit of weed i’m gonna literally commit suicide or worse so.

God i need help. i don’t feel ready to start trying to heal again.

being sober was a nightmare. feeling is going to kill me someday. bpd famous last words? lmfao god i wish i were dead god i wish i weee dead.

i’ve gone to therapists when i wasn’t ready in the past and they fired me as a client after a few sessions and it was a waste of time and money and resources

the world wants me to be ready for them. the world only wants me to go to therapy so i can get a job and every time i try to work with people i get so burnt out and i go crazy and i start getting all these thoughts about hurting them and hurting myself

no one cares about me being ready to heal and to process just for me. i’m not ready and i don’t want to. but i have to take medications and go to therapy so i can work minimum wage right? that’s the only reason any of us are alive

i’m so unhappy

i thought i was pursuing my career and i actually thought i was going to press on and push through it like i just needed to vent and get re-motivated or some extra support whenever my therapist suggested to me that maybe i made the wrong decision in picking the career i did she started questioning my passion because school was stressing me out so much. i was mad at first that she would suggest such a thing instead of encourage me through the next couple minths until graduation. but yeah instead i began to reconsider everything and as much as i realize she was actually projecting her own feelings about her career onto me (she shared openly about her own insecurity in college since she changed her career so late into life and about how she’d been putting off taking the final exam to get her license) i still am just sick enough to distort whatever it is she may have actually said to me into me feeling like what she said to me was “you’re not making any progress. you should give up.” and i heard her loud and clear on that one. i tried to ignore it and tune it out and try to get my brain to think rationally and “she didn’t say that and why would any therapist say that that’s not how she meant it.” but my brain keeps saying back to me that she was suggesting i chose the wrong career and i feel insecure enough to agree with her.

like this is how insane my brain is. like it’s know it’s crazy but ever since she said whatever it is she actually said, all i can remember is how it seemed like she was suggesting i give up

and so one day i said to myself she’s right i chose the wrong career. i won’t ever be successful in this career. because i already believed these things.

i already believed i wasn’t good enough and that i wouldn’t be able to make it through so whenever she suggested maybe i made a mistake in choosing my career path i was like i guess all i needed was one person to agree with me but of course it had to be my therapist who suggests i made the wrong decision

we lost touch shortly after this. it became harder and harder to see her

and yeah i am highly suggestible and yes i believe that’s a symptom of whatever is wrong with me

i already believed i couldn’t do i just needed someone else to agree with me

[sammtoland]

I watched a YouTube video about Jordan Casteel and I’m going to type in my responses/notes here.

*(4:19) Jordan mentions how her paintings are to give people (her subjects) a platform and a voice that they may have not had before. This connects to what I’m trying to do with my series; While my dogs are not people they represent something that I want to bring attention to. Just having pets and holding onto them through their whole life is important to me, Giving them a good home even when they’re “bad”. Countless amounts of pets are abandoned daily; Cats, dogs, Bunnies, and every other type of pet you can think of. The idea of your pets being family and important beings worth care/patience is important to me. So painting them as my subjects is my way of telling you (the viewer) these are some of my family members that mean a lot to me. They’re not little furry jesters that exist to keep me amused, they each are their own beings and should be viewed as so. —— I couldn’t find the words to describe this idea earlier when I was presenting my proposal and listening to how Jordan described her subjects and why she chose them kinda clicked something in my head.

*(12:30) “I wanted to paint the people I felt were universally unseen…” - Jordan Casteel — I really like this quote, the way she continues to explain her subjects is standing out to me. I know she’s painting humans and I’m painting pets but the profound love and respect she’s holding for her subjects reflects the feeling I’m trying to get across but with dogs. I feel like for a lot of people it’s hard to fathom dogs or pets in general as these super important beings. I take a lot of personal time learning about the history of pets and the role pets play in our lives and for me it’s like yeah of course they’re important but I’m constantly realizing that’s just MY view not the worlds view. I’m realizing that’s what I want my series to be about, the more I hear Jordan talk about her reasoning behind her subjects I’m better understanding why I gravitated towards my subject choice so much. (Around this point I decided I wanted to also incorporate research into the history of pets, pets treatment in society, and stuff like that because I feel like that is informing my decision and thought process so much.)

*(28:10) Jordan begins talking about the “push and pull” of the different effects created by how thinly or thickly packed on the paint is in certain areas compared to others. This is something I tend to enjoy to make use of as well almost like treating acrylic /oil painting as you would a watercolor painting in that the base color is meant to shine through and be worked up from rather than completely hidden. I love to start with some kind of color usually something not too crazy bright but just something to get rid of that intimidation of this stark white canvas.

*(29:14) They then begin talking about the way that Jordan paints her subjects tends to bring them forward and bring the relationship/moment that they’re sharing forward.

*(30:05) Jordan starts talking about how the point of her making her paintings (specifically referring to early in her career) is to eventually get them out into the work and out of her possession. This isn’t exactly related to my project or not but I just never really thought about this fact. As an aspiring artist the goal IS to get your work out into the world but I have never really connected those dots like I wanted to become successful and obviously make my way into the world, into galleries and so on; But I never quite allowed myself to separate from my painting especially not my favorites. I guess I never really really thought about the fact that the goal is to give your paintings…away? I get attached to my works and I don’t want other people to have them because they feel like they’re personal. Idk this little moment made me self reflect a lot about myself as an artist and how I approach my work. Again this notes wasn’t about the project so much as it was about me as an artist overall.

*(44:00) This note isn’t so much about the content of what’s being said at this point more so of my amazement with just how beautiful Jordan’s exhibit is. Absolutely stunning, these huge canvases with such amazing life size (or close to life size paintings) is just breathtaking. I could only imagine seeing this in person.

*(50:23) Silly note but Jordan starts talking about what she listens to when she paints (crime podcasts or audio books) and she explains that it’s because music can be TOO emotionally driven and that she doesn’t like to have to think during painting. I 100% agree I always need something (not to say I never use music) whether it be Netflix, podcasts, or in todays case this “Artist Talk” video on YouTube.

Overall I really enjoyed watching this video I feel like it informed a lot of the things I want my series to be and to represent. There are a few things I want to research more into primarily I want to research more into the history of pets whether it be pets relationships/treatment that I find interesting or I wanna bring attention to or the history of pet portraits. I want this series to be a bit more informed because I’m beginning to realize more why I wanted to make this so much and I want to share that information with you guys (as well as use it to inform my ideas when doing this series).

[terristack]

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But yeah, often it's just the inability to go to the actual location ahead of time. And we hear this a lot from folks that kind of stumble upon us out of a need. So it does not take a rocket scientist to see why dealing with your new duty station from your old one is not the best, right? But I'm sure you've seen some pretty dramatic examples of times this has been a huge problem. That's right, who needs clothes? It's fine. Great, right? Wardrobe, a toaster and my Margarita glasses probably. Well, first that we didn't even know the words "household goods." Like what we own could not be called household goods, those days. Oh, the days when all of our household goods. It was like take eight trips and get it done. Like filling up your laundry basket kind of move like not like, not you hauls in big moving trucks and stuff. Okay, but were you at the same college or. So um, yeah, I moved a couple of times when I was a kid and then like almost every eight months in college. But I counted back with my non-military moves. Okay, so you threw me off on this question because I usually say seven, which is our number of official PCSes and we did most of those in, like, three years, a three year time span, which is kind of crazy. Start by telling us how many times you have personally moved with the military or otherwise. Today, Kellie is going to give us her best intel on setting up your new home from afar. Kellie Artis is an Army spouse and part of the brains behind Millie, a wealth of information and help for duty stations nationwide, and a real life army of military spouses from all branches whose only job is to be your eyes and ears on the ground at your upcoming duty station home. How would you really know what you want if you've never spent significant or often any time there? Today's PCS with guest is a top expert on dealing with your new duty station while still at your old one. On the other hand, putting together your new life from a distance is basically a trust fall. On the one hand, nothing is better than the feeling of knowing you've got housing all locked and loaded before you even watch the movers pack the van. But of course, you're also doing this from afar. Where should you live? What schools should your kids attend? Where is the nearest Target? And is it or is it not a Super Target? In short, only the important stuff. If you're anything like me, the second those military move orders, or even the rumor of military move orders hits your radar, you're researching the heck out of your next duty station. The following is an edited transcript of this episode of PCS with.

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ITunes | Google Podcasts | Spotify | TuneIn Artis is the chief operations officer of Millie, a company that helps military members move by connecting them with resources and local insight on their upcoming location.įollow and Subscribe to the PCS with Podcast In this episode, Army spouse Kellie Artis shares her best tips and tricks for understanding your future home and dealing with all of the things you need to know about it without actually being there. The Pentagon doesn’t pay for house-hunting trips or new duty station fact-finding missions. The woman said they were ignoring her questions, too.īut she did receive a new package in the mail - and this time, it was a box of cigars.One of the challenges with any military Permanent Change of Station (PCS) move is that you likely won’t ever see your new home until you actually arrive with your stuff already packed away. UPS wouldn’t answer any of WREG’s other questions. The state added that this incident is “extremely unusual,” and it “will not cause issues or delays.” “We are now working with our common carrier to help us determine what happened.” “We are still investigating this issue,” a spokesperson for the state said. The state, however, would not disclose the identity of the intended recipient of the plates, or whether they believed this incident was related to a crime, or simply an accident. They showed up at her house shortly afterward and eagerly took the plates. Hours later, state agents contacted WREG for the woman’s information.

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[ithebookhoarder]

Could you do headcanons about Steven and Marc with an s/o who’s a Black Widow? Like from the Red Room?

Marc and Steven with an ex-Black Widow!Reader

A/N: Um, of course I can?! I love this idea, especially the more I thought about it. So thank you for putting this in my head and distracting me all day at work 😅 I'm glad there are people out there as obsessed with these dysfunctional messes too - Hope you like it...

Masterlist:

It depends how and when you meet but I feel like, realistically, someone may have taken a hit out against Marc - and poor Steven as a result. Most likely Harrow, to be honest, or someone else from Marc’s past. 

And sure, you’re a talented assassin and spy, but even you would struggle to handle a literal god, and a magic healing suit. That is not something that was mentioned in your agreement. 

Neither was the fact that your target appears to be two people? In one body?

You honestly think you’re being drugged again, or taken for a fool, so you get the hell out of there and tell your client you’re out. He can find someone else crazy enough to handle things but you doubt he’ll be able to. 

Still, that doesn’t mean you weren’t curious about the man you’d almost killed and the whole insanity that came with him. 

So you do a little poking… a little stalking… a little research… and try to build a better understanding of Marc Spector and Steven Grant. 

Eventually, you finally decide to approach them when you hear whispers of a possible new hit being taken out against him - them? You’re not exactly sure. Either way, the crazy duo have grown on you and begun to get under your skin.

You blame your time working as an independent gun for hire for your growing conscience - that and your own experience since breaking free of the Red Room.

So you decide to warn them.

And of course, it wouldn’t go well at first. It would probably take the new assassin actually showing up and trying to kill them for them to believe you were telling the truth.

“This… this isn’t real… stuff like this only happens in bloody spy films!”

“Says the man sharing a body with the avatar for an ancient Egyptian Deity? Really? This is what you struggle to believe?”

“You… you have a point there, love.”

After helping save their lives, they agree to some kind of truce with you. 

Marc would be angry, defensive even, whenever he saw you - and Steven … well he’s just scared shitless of you. He’d stare at you when he dared take control of his body, like you were some kind of predator that had strolled out of london zoo and into his home. 

But then the ice would begin to crack between you all… the truth would pour out and you’d realise that the three of you aren’t so different. 

When it comes to it, you actually have a lot in common. Not being in control of your body and mind at all times? Hearing voices in your head? Being forced to kill and act as a servant for some higher master? 

Yeah… you know all too well what they’re going through, and you’re only too eager to help them. 

This involves sparring with Marc. It also means helping him teach Steven some of the basics when it comes to defending himself, just in case things go awry. 

However, given they have a literal god on their side and bullet proof magic suits, it’s more likely they’d be the ones protecting you if it came to it. 

You also come in handy when it comes to having contacts in odd places. You can provide new identities, connections, and means of transportation at the drop of a hat- which is why Khonsu would permit them to keep you around. You're useful. 

After all, not even they speak over 12 languages - and you can offer a hand in the field. 

“Do I want to know how you know about this place?”

“Probably not.”

“Ok… well… you’re both terrifying and impressive. I feel like I should make that clear. I’m also not sure if I should be running away or hugging you right now.”

“I’m fine with either - dealer’s choice, but I will say I give pretty decent hugs if you’re willing to risk one.”

You also bond with Steven over sleeping tethered to a bed, afraid to wake up and have your body take over control. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with, which makes Marc feel shitty for both of you. 

You try to help, including rubbing lotion on Steven’s ankles when he insists he needs to use the restraints. 

You also promise to try and wake him if it happens. Interestingly he and Marc promise the same in return for you. 

You’re not used to being taken care of and would find yourself pinching yourself daily to make sure this wasn’t another kind of hallucination.

You’re not used to Steven’s kind words and gentlemanly like demeanour - he opens doors for you, offers you his fluffiest blankets to sleep with, and always ensures a hot cup of tea is on hand. 

“Here we are, m’lady. Two sugars - just as you like it.”

(You also really like the vast collection of novelty mugs Steven has, but you refuse to tell him)

You’re also not used to Marc’s warm embrace when he insists on holding you close, normally after you wake from some terrible memory. 

He’s strong, and doesn’t care if you lash out at him. He can take it. He’s dealt with enough demons of his own before to know what to do. 

That’s the thing. You take care of them and your boys take care of you in return, the three of you learning to dance around the relationship growing stronger with every passing day. It quickly becomes the best thing in your life. 

You’re always there for one another and there’s nothing too crazy that you can’t handle between the three of you. You save each other's asses in a variety of ways.

Basically, it’s like two bad ass, ninja parents, and their child, who they take on all their dangerous adventures. 

It’s your family, and though dysfunctional at times, you wouldn’t change it for the world. They're your home.

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Can you do the Yandere idol au with 4nemo. Cause they’re all beauties nothing can change my mind😤

Wooh! First ask! Here is a little drabble I made for you, enjoy! (Might also make headcanons for the group)

Tw: Yandere, mention of violence

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not a healthy crush.

Made, finished, and posted same day.

A Dream of Coffee and K-pop

(Not my art)

Sunlight shone through the window, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, it was truly beautiful. You and your best friend had decided to stop for a drink break and found yourselves here. Honestly, you were thinking about becoming a regular here, the atmosphere has heavenly and the food and drink were delicious. Then you heard camera clicks and squealing. You let out a slight sound of confusion and irritation. Forced out of your state of serenity, you looked back at your friend to see what happened. Their face was red and they seemed to be holding back an almost terrifying grin. It didn't make sense to you, all that happened was that four men and a bunch of other people entered the cafe. "Holy archon of idol groups! It's 4NEMO!" Your friend was now shaking you, making you look even closer at the four men who had just entered. Even on further inspection they only looked like rich people with hair dye, you didn't see anything special. "Who?" You blinked, just annoyed that your peaceful coffee break had been interrupted. "I swear to God, you uncultured swine. That's 4NEMO, the hottest new K-pop group. I sent you a link to their newest album, you know, the one I've been going crazy over because they had a collab with DCKZ and Lumine from ABYSS?" They facepalm at your obliviousness to the literal celebrities that are in the same place as you. "Sorry, I forgot to check it out yesterday, I was studying." You apologize for not at least trying to see what was so good about these K-pop bands that were your best friend's newest obsession. But you did have a life of your own, you were studying to become a surgeon so you never really had much free time. "Hello, there! I was wondering if you two could share some space? seems that there's nowhere else for us to sit in this place." Out of nowhere, a young man with braided hair that faded from dark brown to teal and emerald eyes that almost made you want to trust him, was at your table, asking if he and his three friends could sit with you all. "Oh my lord, 4NEMO is asking to sit with us! Squee! Please say yes, my dear best friend who has brought us both insane luck, please?" Resistance was futile when your best friend was almost begging you to let them sit with you two, trying to do the best puppy dog eyes they could. "Yeah sure, you all can sit with us, just squeeze in." You relented and moved further into the booth to create space. The one with the braids and a guy with mostly white hair that had part of it dyed red sat on your side of the booth while a blonde with golden eyes and a man with an edgy vibe to him sat with your friend. The before almost empty cafe was now bustling with people and you swore you could feel a couple of people glaring at you. You gave a close-eyed smile and a small sigh, this could've been worse. The six of you ended up getting along quickly, talking the day away. Your friend was malfunctioning most of the time from being in the same room as their idols so you tried to calm them down from the shock but it didn't work. You found that the 4NEMO boys were actually quite sweet and easy to talk to, maybe excluding Xiao who wasn't one for small talk, or any talk. All of you exchanged numbers before you had to leave and even gave your super fan best friend some signatures. Kazuha then handed you both VIP tickets and backstage passes for their next concert saying that you could be his plus twos. But only because all the boys were allowed to give out two free tickets to whomever they chose. You all said goodbye and you made a mental note to check out their music once you got to the comfort of your apartment. But as you left, you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with your new friends no matter how many times you tried to brush it off. (On the other side.) Kazuha was the one to first notice you. A serene being in the middle of the cafe, face illuminated by the evening light. On your face was a beautiful smile more genuine than anything he had ever seen. You were the only one whose head didn't turn as they

entered, even ignoring the obvious adoring look on the person beside you's face. He confidentially alerted the other members of his group to your presence. All with some variation of curiosity and something that he could only describe as a breath of fresh air on their faces when they completely took you in. "I don't think they even know about our band." Aether supplied, you had a true expression of complete cluelessness even when he heard your friend explaining who they were just loud enough for him to hear. You were much too enticing and adorable, especially for someone who he just saw. "Why does it matter, we're here for public appearances, coffee and desserts, not some random person," Xiao mumbled, loud enough for the rest of them to hear. He didn't understand what was so special about them, just another attractive stranger. Though, part of him did understand why his group mates felt this way. "Who cares, I'm making a move," The lead singer of the group, Venti announced, making his way over to their table after looking around for anything they could use as an excuse. Ah, of course, because of their appearance, the little cafe was now packed. He brought himself and the others up to your table, acting charismatic in hopes you would let them stay. Though the idol group didn't even need an excuse as your best friend would have convinced you either way. Surprisingly, everyone in the group almost immediately warmed up to you, even Xiao. Kazuha was the one to give you his plus two tickets mainly because everyone else had already invited other people but luckily, Kazuha hadn't used his yet. The 4NEMO boys were a good distance away from the cafe and we're finally able to freely talk. "So, we're sharing them?" Aether asked, getting a nod or a yup from everyone in return. "We should do more research on them. What if they're already dating someone?" The composer of the group, Kazuha supplied. Noticing how the other boys' expressions got just a bit more malicious at that. Xiao looked around, being sure that they were completely isolated. "Then I'll give them a threat or a concussion." Xiao threatened, the other members were mostly in agreement with the statement. Any of them would already do appalling things for their new friend and future lover. "I'm sure as long as we don't scare them away they'll fall head over heels in love with at least one of us. We just need more time with them." Venti assured, not the fondest of using violence to settle his disputes. "Well one thing's for sure, they will learn to love us and will be ours." Aether voiced the idea on everyone's mind as they stepped into their shared studio apartment that could comfortably house about eight people. Leaving them all to individually plan how they would make you theirs.

[incendiobrock]

The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy! 

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits. 

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation. 

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection. 

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe. 

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic. 

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!”  You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you. 

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby. 

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess. 

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising. 

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hmm can you do a licorice cookie x reader human au? Idk if this is an au but basically their humans and not cookiesbut maybe reader works at library and Licorice comes often but strictly so that he could see reader? Basically reader being oblivious to licorices obvious crush on them, sorry if this is not specific enough!!

"Hello, where can I find your most sinister--I-I mean most informative books on necromancy?"

As you were all done shelving the books, you turned around to meet the eyes of your customer.

You never knew what to expect when people entered the library, often coming from distant lands with their royal outfits and crazy hairstyles. From knights to bandits to actual werewolves...everyday was a surprise.

This man in particular might as well be the grim reaper, wearing a robe that looked hastily-sewn together and a skull necklace. His licorice-black hair fell over half his face, showing only one golden eye.

Intimidating for sure, but you simply smiled. "I don't know off the top of my head, but I can show you where our horror fantasy section is."

"That'll do." He grinned, not at all sounding as menacing as he did previously.

"I should let you know, though, that we have a policy against bringing large weapons in here." You politely explained, pointing out the bone scythe he was holding and a nearby sign. "We just don't want any books or displays falling over."

"Awh.." Grim Reaper Man pouted. "Guess one of my minions can hang onto it outside. Schwarzwälder!!"

Then he bolted away very suddenly, leaving you standing there alone. But you just waited for him to return, now scythe-less.

"I feel less evil without it.." He sulked a bit, though when he heard you chuckle he tensed up, feeling his chest fluttering.

'What was that? What happened just now..?'

"Even evil knows when to follow the rules. Now lemme show you where-"

"L-Legion."

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name...n-not that I would tell you my real name anytime soon." He sneered, trying once more to keep his image up.

"Oh, that's a cool name." You chuckled once more as you both walked to the horror section. "I'm [y/n]."

'Th-They think my name is...cool????' Once again, Legion got that funny feeling in his chest.

A feeling that wasn't good nor bad, but simply foreign.

'Are they cursing me?? No, no..they're just being nice. It's their job, stupid.' While distracted by his own confusing thoughts, he didn't realize you both arrived and you were currently searching for a book similar to what he asked for.

Finally you found one and handed it to him. "Well you're in luck. This is only the first volume but.....Legion?"

"H-Huh?! Oh..right. Thanks." He took the book from you, looking at the title. "Ah yes..this shall serve me well. Is there a chance you'll get other volumes?"

"I'll look at our database, but until then you can check back over the next few days in case anyone returns them. I'm here all week so if you need any more help don't be shy."

"Shy? Me? Hah! I would never shy away from an opportunity for more power....o-or rather knowledge of how I can replicate this power, of course..."

God, why was he getting so tongue-tied over nothing?

The moment he turned to leave, he felt his face growing warm as he stared down at the book. Though when he overheard you helping another visitor he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Hero was asking you about some chemistry mumbo jumbo.

He scoffed, but then wondered why he instinctively scoffed.

Was he...catching feelings for someone he just met? Who was only doing their job and may not actually be this kind at home?

Legion knew he shouldn't let his emotions go astray. Not when he's trying to win the Dark Enchantress' favor. She comes before all else...

Or so he convinced himself until now.

After checking out the book, he exited the library with a huff, much to Brute's confusion "What wrong, master?" He handed the scythe back to him."

"N-Nothing."

"...you seem interrrested in-" Bat-Cat began.

"Silence."

No. He wasn't going to let any silly emotions or thoughts about you get in the way of his quest.

All he'll return to the library to do is research and find the books he needed. Nothing more.

............

As it turns out, you were the only reason Legion kept coming back to the library. He found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

If you were on break or not immediately available, he would browse around until Bat-Cat spotted you or used his echolocation to pinpoint your footsteps.

Yeah..that's a little creepy to anyone who knew, but being creepy was the dark sorcerer's specialty!

Despite denying it again and again, his two main minions weren't that dumb. They knew their master had a crush on you and came up with several plans to push him to confess, while still maintaining his villainous image. Perhaps you could be his evil sidekick!

The only problem?

You were oblivious to all their efforts.

It never occurred to you how flustered Legion got when he asked you to help him find something..only for you to jokingly remind him he asked you the same question just yesterday.

Even when Bat-Cat and Brute encouraged him to partake in the "ritual of exchanging phone numbers" and hang out at a nearby café, you just saw it as him wanting to be close friends. Nothing more.

But he, on the other hand, saw you as someone who could fill that gap in his cold and almost-empty heart. Unlike the enchantress he often complained about in his journals, you paid attention to him when nobody else did.

Not to mention...you were actually sweet to him even outside of work, once you got to know him better and learn why he turned to dark magic. Of course he fibbed some of his "tragic backstory" simply because he wasn't ready to tell you the truth.

All the while he fell for you more and more.

Part of him was scared that he's setting himself up for heartbreak. He was already alone enough and didn't know much about love. Heck, he refused to even ask others who were more knowledgeable about this because of his pride.

He wasn't sure if you realized yet...or if you even saw him that way, too.

Until then, though, he'll keep trying.

For once, he wanted this plan to work.