#he fully assumes it’s the food fairy

[spacedoutcowgirl]

who is cooking adrien dinner. is he just eating kid cuisines every night. let’s investigate.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you think it is possible to adapt the events of Twisted Wonderland for manga someday?

As much as I’d personally love for the event stories to be adapted into a full-blown manga, I really don’t think it’s feasible outside of maybe one-off specials (similar to the anthology comic) or references (like how the Episode of Heartslabyul features Master Chef Riddle as he’s making an apology tart). There are many reasons for this (these also apply for why I don’t think vignettes would be fully adapted into “full” manga):

Firstly, event stories are purposefully limited time in the game; this is to induce FOMO (fear of missing out) and creates a psychological incentive to get in on the hype while the associated story and banners are available. This time exclusivity does not “translate” well into manga, which can be consumed at a far steadier pace.

To add to the last point, TWST is constantly coming out with new events, and at a rate far faster than the main story releases, even if each event is typically short in length. This means a hypothetical event manga may never be able to “keep up” with the new content (assuming the manga’s pace is 1 new chapter per month), unlike the main story which gets far larger gaps of time between major updates. If TWST were to start an event manga at this point, they already have 20ish events and counting to adapt compared to 7 books of the main story (and that’s not even counting minor ones like Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles) 💦

When you really think about it… not a lot actually happens in some events, which wouldn’t make them that exciting to read??? This is most noticeable in hometown events where the bulk of what happens is the characters going around and eating the local foods. Once we have that trivia the first time (via the game), it loses some of its impact in another format.

The stakes are not high enough (most of the time) to warrant dedicating entire volumes to a single event and resolving its conflict. (The main exceptions to this would be the Halloween events.)

There could be some confusion associated with timelines and/or could spoil the main story for som people. For example, events like Fairy Gala: What If have some ties to the ending of book 6.

Lastly… what would we do about the Yuus? The manga adaptation introduces a new Yuu for every main story episode; is there supposed to be a new Yuu for each event…? Do we bring back the manga!Yuus and distribute them among the events? But then what’s really the point when Yuu’s role is greatly diminished in the majority of events??? (Again, this is most notable whenever they visit a new area; Yuu just randomly pops up to each group of students and says/does nothing of note before walking away again. They typically also do not contribute to the resolution, whereas you can at least say Yuu is somewhat involved in the main story.)

As I said at the beginning of this post, I think the events being relegated to short anthology chapters and/or cameos in the main manga, as these formats would resolve many of the issues I identified for a “full” event manga. The anthology chapters thus far do not feature Yuu and instead focus on the boys, and the chapters are short enough that it can cover multiple events in the span of one volume. The cameos would also allow for event outfits to appear without the focus shifting so much into events where not a lot may happen story-wise. Those are my thoughts! 💭

[crazylittlejester]

(I apologize in advance because this'll be a long one for I have so much to say)

Malon proposed to Time and it was the cutest thing ever and it made Time so red he thought he caught a fever.

Warriors may look thin, but that man could easily carry both Time and Twilight (with their armor on) without breaking a sweat. My man swings a huge ball and chain around that could easily be a few hundred pounds, he's shredded beneath those clothes.

Twilight has both the triforce of courage and power, and often uses the blessing from the triforce of power more often.

Hyruke has all three segments of the triforce. He uses the blessing from the triforce of wisdom the most.

Wild does not have a triforce price, neither does Flora, as in their era the triforce has been hidden away in the sacred realm.

All the Zeldas are taller than their Link. Even if by an inch, they are taller (With the biggest height difference being between Time and Lullaby, as she towers him by a good foot. The hardest to see is Sky and Sun, as she is only an inch taller.)

Four has a fear of every insect except for spiders, which makes him the only Link to not have arachniphobia.

Legend has fist fought a child before. No I will not elaborate.

If sleepy or pissed off, both Twilight and Warriors shift into their native tongues (I like to think Ordon is based in an Eastern European country, so I will happily be spreading my Hungarian Twilight agenda thank you very much.)

The most passive aggressive person in the group is Sky, as he gets tired of being all nice when somebody is being a prick but doesn't want to be outright rude.

Wind thinks Time's and Twilight's facial markings are cool and wants his own.

Time is short and his boots make him taller. He is around the same height as Sky without them, and Malon is taller than him too. It's because the lost forest didn't really have enough food for him to grow properly, so he's short now.

Wind, Warriors, and Time all have some sort of PTSD relating to the FD mask. (Warriors nearly died during battle because a possessed young Time didn't realize he was a friend and not a foe. Wind was forced to wear it once during battle and doesnt want to be near it after the pain it cause him. Time is basically fusing with the Deity with how often he wore it in his youth.)

Wild is not fully mortal and is considered half dead, so certain beings either like him or hate him more for it. (Fairies tend to avoid him while spirits tend to trust him).

Four can still see the Minish despite being considered to old to. They sometimes help if the chain gets lost.

Hyrule is not the field medic, it's actually Legend and Warriors.

Sky talks about Sun so much that everybody assumed they were already married. It surprised everyone when he revealed they weren't engaged yet.

During the events of the story, Malon is pregnant with her and Time's first child. The child is born after Time returns permanently, and it is Twilight's mom!

Everybody has cuddled Twilight, either it be when he was Wolfie or not, he has been cuddled.

Warriors is his Ganondorf's son, and the only ones to know is Time, Wind and Twilight. Wild somewhat knows due to the ruins he and Flora once found from his era, though he isn't quite sure.

Wild is not the only foodie in the group. All the boys can eat their own weight and not gain a single pound afterwards. They all love food and love trying different dishes from all places.

Certain Hyrules have myths and folklore about monsters we know about (such as ghouls, vampires, werewolves and such). For example, Hyrule thought Twilight was a werewolf after learning he was Wolfie and kept placing silver objects on top of him while he was on bedrest. (Which did nothing since Twilight isn't a werewolf.)

Hylia heavily favors Wild and Sky the most out of all the boys. (Since I like the idea of BOTW and TOTK being direct sequels to SS instead if further down the timeline)

Dark Link is an amalgamation of all the Link's darkest desires. He also has the ability to shift into any of the others if he focused enough of his energy to do so.

Twilight has committed cannabilism before. His wolfish instincts got the better of him, and the guy was trying to hurt Legend. Legend hasn't spoken about it since the incident, and only they know.

All the Links have eaten something inedible and every time they do it infront of Malon she does the clutching her pearls gesture and it's really cute.

I have so many more but I'm to tired to continue. I hope you're taking care of yourself ♥

You have no need to apologize I absolutely LOVE reading people’s headcanons, feel free to stop by my ask box and tell me ur headcanons whenever you’d like :)

1. I firmly believe this was the case, Malon absolutely proposed to him. I also believe she can pick him up and carry him around

2. I have a post I’m planning on making soon about body types but I am a FIRM believer that just because Warriors is thin doesn’t mean that man isn’t strong. He’s incredibly thin looking, the kind of guy you’d assume you can see his ribs, and people underestimate his strength because of it. Yes, physically there isn’t a whole lot of him, but that’s because he has very low body fat because it’s all muscle. To me he has a build similar to female ballet dancers. Very small and you wouldn’t assume he’s capable of much if you just saw him out and about, but when he’s in his element, NO ONE doubts his strength

3. EVERY ZELDA IS TALLER THAN EVERY LINK REAL. Personally I think Sky and Sun are like the same exact height from a distance, but if you look real close, she’s taller

4. The concept that Four is the only one who wouldn’t scream and absolutely loose it at the sight of a spider made me laugh. I wholeheartedly agree with you on that one

5. Legend vs. Child (chid won)

6. Hungarian Twilight is super cool! I really like that headcanon :)

7. Sky is FOR SURE the most passive aggressive because all the others would probably get at least a LITTLE snappy but Sky would whip out a customer service voice but there would be no light in his eyes

8. Wind absolutely asked for a face tattoo and Time definitely had to shut him down.

9. THE IDEA THAT TIME IS WALKING AROUND WITH LIKE 3 INCHES OF HEEL IN HIS BOOT IS HILARIOUS. I personally think he’s about 5’8 and roughly Malon’s height in Jojo’s au, but for my own interpretation of him He Is 5’5.

10. I have a headcanon that Wild’s eyes are more of a glowly sheika blue since he was brought back. I think there’s probably something slightly off about him that gives people and animals an uncanny sense about him, even though he’s very sweet and nice, something about him just feels odd

11. Four can always see the minish, I firmly believe that

12. WARRIORS IS THE FIELD MEDIC AND I’LL DIE ON THAT HILL. Sure the others know basic first aid and such, but Warriors has the most medical knowledge and training, though I like to think he teaches what he knows to Hyrule because Hyrule is curious

13. My personal headcanon is that Twilight is Time’s great grandson, but Time lived long enough to be able to meet his son’s daughter, who is Twilight’s mom. I like to think Twilight’s mom would’ve sung him songs she learned from Malon

14. Twilight is definitely one of the more cuddly members of the group, he’s definitely down for hugs you just gotta ask him first

15. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a headcanon that Wars is Ganondorf’s son but that’s cool! I headcanon that his father died in the army💀💀💀 He just gives me absent/dead father energy

16. I think Hylian folklores and myths are definitely wildly different throughout the eras, and it probably extended to the heroes as well! Like imagine an ‘Old Hylian Myth’ and it basically says that Sky is a giant or something and the others all meet this great hero of the skys and he’s 5’4

17. I can imagine Malon being like “Wild what are you making?” and he just goes “Monster parts stew :3”

I loved reading all of these! I hope you’re taking care of yourself as well :)

[strawbs-screaming]

The boxers during halloween

(sees christmas decorations being put up) HALLOWEEN. HALLOWEEN!!! HALLOWEEN!!!

Glass Joe

- has a vampire costume and is giving out candy himself since "hes too old for all of this"

- buys those big family size packages of candy to give out, he likes them because he can snack on candy when halloween ends

- purposefully calls obvious costumes dumb stuff to get reactions out of people

- "oh yeah did you dress up as my moms curtains??"

- "IM A GHOST AND YOU ARE FRENCH!!"

- drinks a glass of tomato juice with his costume for extra realism

Von Kaiser

- He dressed up as the frankensteins monster, only for his students to dress up as him

- He gives out raisins and toothbrushes for halloween along with fruit (NOOO!!)

- does scary roaring sounds to scare people, only to get laughed at, thats what you get for giving out healthy food during halloween

- tries telling scary stories and gives up halfway through

Disco Kid

- dressed up as a fully functional disco ball (functional almost autocorrected to father LMAOO)

- goes out trick or treating himself but gets bored

- watching bad quality horror movies with Mac to laugh at them

- helps the kaisers students toilet paper his house for fun

- carving pumpkins with the others

King Hippo

- dressed up as a Hippo (how creative of you)

- does trick or treating with Disco kid, after disco got bored he went all out on his own and got a lot of candy

- He ate the pumpkin he was supposed to carve, no remains left, also totally unrelated: has anyone seen Joe's pumpkin carving knife?? That he was supposed to carve pumpkins with??

- his dentist will not be happy

Piston Hondo

- dressed up in sailor moon cosplay, rocking it as he should

- is the one giving out candy because imagine if a famous boxer dressed up as sailor moon came to your house for candy,seems like a fever dream

- helping Kaiser un-tp his house

- attempting to call bloody mary for the 10th time, She probably blocked your number already leave her before she gets a restraining order please

- sad that he has no one to match with

Bear Hugger

- dressed up as the lorax, matching with someone else as the greedler (im not spoiling it shut up) the squirrel is joining them dressed up as those bear things in the movie

- giving out entire bottles of maple syrup during halloween, people dont exactly hate it but its kind of a jumpscare seeing someone dressed up as a maple tree hand you maple syrup

- tried to sit on a pumpkin, only to break it instantly

- people keep assuming he dressed up as a Cheeto puff

Great Tiger

- dressed up as a fairy princess, yes hes a fairy, yes hes a princess and no he will not share his magic with you, jealous ass

- using his flying to his advantage by flying around with fairy wings on

- throwing "fairy dust" (glitter) around, people keep finding glitter in their food, costumes, socks and basically everywhere

Don Flamenco

- who'd you think was matching bear hugger? hes dressed up as the greedler and rocking it, how bad can he be anyways?

- loses 10 years from his life eveytime someone doesnt notice the refs he makes to the movie

- if anyone actually gets the ref he'll break out into song like hes in a musical (a punch out musical would go hard actually)

Aran Ryan

- a demon witch, matching with great tiger and also throwing "evil dust" (Hot pepper flakes) around, aran i think youre just assaulting people

- robbed Kaiser from his actual candy he hid away

- evil cackling as he attempts to fly on his broomstick, only to fall on his ass

- chasing Joe with the carving knife

Soda Popinski

- a fridge, he deadass just wore a entire fridge with soda in it

- pulling out random stuff from the fridge and handing out to people, Water? Drink up, tomatos? Here you go!!

- keeps getting stared at but in a good way

Bald Bull

- hes just in a bull onesie because he lost a bet, embarrased but he finds it comfy secretly, fell asleep in it at some point

- people keep calling him a cow and its driving him crazy

- "moo"

- "IM A BULL GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU ALL BLIND ASS BITCHES"

- watching movies and falling asleep

- carved a pumpkin with Joe and ended up laughing at it with him for 10 minutes

Super Macho Man

- himself, hes not giving out any free shout outs today

- fuck you super macho man

- carved himself into a pumpkin

- He cant keep getting away with this

Mr Sandman

- dressed up as a mummy since he didnt have enough time to think about it

- hes the only one who can actually scare people with and without his costume

- tried to put a pumpkin on his head, sad because it didnt fit

Extra

- kaisers students did the trenchcoat gag, dressef up as him and tried to buy a car with 10 dollars and a dance performance

- mrs bear dressed up as a princess and did her make up, looks stunning

- carmen dressed up as a flamingo

- soda has to pay back that fridge now

[ssa-sapphic]

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × (POC)fem!oc

Next Chapter: part two

Summary: When the bodies of several women show up all around LA, it's Garcia who aids the team in making the shocking connection that all of the victims look exactly like one of her favorite actresses, Sloan Hudson. Upon making this discovery, the team soon realizes that this famous celebrity might just be the unsub's final target, meaning that she is now in grave danger and needs to be protected. Unfortunately for Emily, her days of being a profiler are soon put on hold when Hotch assigns her to be Sloan’s personal bodyguard.

Warnings: Basically all that an episode of CM consists of. I don't really know what to specifically list, but if you have any additions or specific triggers, please let me know

Word Count: 4.3k

"Fairy Tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." - Neil Gaiman

A bright burst of lightning lit up the empty streets of San Francisco, nearly blinding a young woman who was running through the pouring rain. She had just clocked out of a late night shift at the local diner, and from afar, one could only assume that she was in a hurry to escape the cold rain and get home as quickly as possible. In reality, however, it wasn’t exactly the severe storm that she was trying to run away from at all.

Due to the overly obnoxious thunder—which seemed to echo indefinitely—it completely deafened the heart-wrenching screams that were escaping the young woman’s lips, as she quickly rounded corners and leaped over the puddles in her path. She didn’t dare look back, knowing that it would only slow her down and that the figure in the dark hoodie was more than likely still chasing after her. Besides, she didn’t need to glance at her attacker in order to know who he was. She already knew.

It was him.

The very same man she had seen earlier in the day, watching her closely as she waited on tables. She had felt his eyes on her as she carried plates of food to and from customers, yet, the mysterious man had vanished just when she was about to take his order next. She had thought that he just changed his mind about wanting to eat there. However, it was clear now, that the man hadn’t actually left like she’d originally assumed. Instead, he had waited patiently across the street until her shift was over, opting to watch her through the open window of the diner.

When closing time came around, she waved goodbye to her colleagues like she did every night, before she walked over to the bus stop.

Unfortunately, this night hadn’t ended up like the ones beforehand, where the woman would catch the public transport, find a window seat somewhere in the middle, and plug in her earbuds to provide herself with a little source of tranquility during the lonely ride home. No, this night completely took a turn for the worst, because as she waited at the bus stop, the mysterious man had followed her and took that opportunity to grab her from behind, attempting to shove a rag over her nose and mouth. It had completely surprised the young woman, and she immediately tried to yell out for help, but her sounds of distress were muffled from the piece of cloth covering her face. Within seconds, she had found herself getting lightheaded as the chemicals seeped through her nostrils and infiltrated her lungs.

Thankfully, though, with one last burst of energy she had managed to elbow her attacker in the gut, before fully breaking free from his grasp. She instantly ran in the opposite direction back to the diner, hoping that her colleagues hadn’t all left yet. However, deep down she knew that those odds were slim-to-none.

Her drowned out screams of help soon turned into agonizing cries as she finally arrived back at the restaurant, only to find it completely dark and deserted. Everyone had already locked up the doors and left for the night, meaning that she truly was alone, with no one there to help her. No one there to save her from the hooded figure that was drawing closer with each and every sob that broke past her paling lips. Any hope that was lingering in her chest, had now vanished, leaving her consumed with nothing but anxiety and trepidation. Her limbs trembled as she continued tugging harder and harder on the diner’s doors that just wouldn’t budge. She was locked out of her safe haven, like a sinner locked out of heaven itself.

She knew that she had to move though. She couldn’t continue standing there like waiting bait, she had to keep running. It was the only way to make this nightmare end. She prayed that some convenience store or shop would still be open at this hour where she could find refuge. Then she could borrow their phone, call the police, and finally be rescued from the sick bastard chasing her. It would all be over and she could go back home to where she knew her parents would probably be worrying themselves sick, wondering why she had yet to return.

But unfortunately that wasn’t the case for her, because sadly, the young woman took a wrong turn and was immediately met with a dead end. A dark and closed off alleyway that was ironic for the situation she had found herself in. She’d seen the movies, the crime shows, it never ended well for someone who was trapped in an alleyway after a suspenseful chase. It was definitely not what she had in her plans, but then again, none of this was. She didn’t plan to be stalked and attacked by some psychopath. Does anyone really?

All she knew for certain, was that she didn’t have enough time to turn around and go back the other way. In fact, she knew that she probably didn’t have much time left at all, because he was already drawing near. Whatever luck she had left was slowly dwindling away with each and every second that passed, and it didn’t seem like there was any other way out for her. At that point, she knew that she only had two options:

Surrender, and accept her unknown fate. Or, hide and get ready to defend herself with whatever makeshift weapon she could get her hands on in the junk of the alleyway.

It was now a life or death situation for her, which didn’t take a genius to figure out, and the young woman wasn’t about to give up just yet. At that moment, her initial shock and fear took a back seat, finally allowing her survival instincts to take the wheel. No matter what was to become of her fate, one thing was for certain, she’d be damned if she didn’t go down without a fight.

“Hey!!” JJ whined in protest, her mouth full of buttery popcorn. “Pen, why would you pause it right there? She was just about to kick his ass! ”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” Emily gave her a doubtful face. “The guy’s totally gonna kill her.”

JJ looked at her peculiarly, her hand halted in mid-air after pulling out more puffed kernels from the bowl in her lap. “Wait, are you actually rooting for the bad guy here?”

Her question immediately made the brunette return the same look. “Of course not, Jayje.” She deadpanned. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. I mean it’s so predictable. You know what? Garcia hit play, would you? 5 bucks says I’m right.”

“Sorry gal pals, I paused it because this queen needs to take a trip to her privy chamber. Be right back!” The blonde replied, apologetically, before tossing the remote on the coffee table and making a beeline for her restroom.

“I told you not to drink the rest of the wine!” Emily called out after her, teasingly.

Penelope only waved her off as she reached the door at the end of the hallway and quickly disappeared behind it, leaving the other two agents to bicker with each other some more.

The three ladies were currently having a girl’s night consisting of wine, snacks, and gossip, something that certainly wasn’t new to their friendship. It had been Penny’s turn to choose what they watched next for the evening, and it was no surprise when she ultimately decided on a dark thriller starring one of her favorite actresses. JJ and Emily hadn’t seen it yet, nor any other movie that the actress starred in. However, they were already hooked on the one Garcia had queued up for the night. It was entitled, “Dining Out”, and though Garcia had spoiled half of the movie already, they still were intrigued to see how it would end.

Within minutes, the flamboyant blonde had returned and was quickly taking back her previous seat on the leopard-printed sofa.

“Alright, I’m ready.” She cheered, reaching for the remote once more.”

“Wait a minute,” Emily stopped her. “What’s this actress’s name again?” She wondered out of the blue.

“Sloan Hudson. Why?” Garcia answered immediately, before a sly smirk slowly made its way to her face. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

The suggestive wink that Emily received next threw her off guard and made her stumble on her next words. “Oh, uh, well yeah...sure. I-I mean, I guess, but that’s not why I was asking.”

“Mhmm. Really?” Penelope questioned, doubtfully. “So you weren’t planning on searching her name up on google and stalking her IMDb profile?”

“Or setting a photo of her as your new lock-screen?” JJ added on to the teasing, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Alright, you two. Knock it off.” Emily rolled her eyes with a smile, as she pretended to throw popcorn at them. She knew that they were just messing around with her though, so the atmosphere still remained lighthearted.

Truth be told, Emily had recently come out to the team, though they already had their suspicions about her preferences for women. (I mean come on, they’re all profilers. Of course they knew. That, and the fact that she wasn’t very good at hiding it anyway.)

Since then, however, they had soon become aware of her “type” and it was clear that this “Hudson” girl definitely fit into that category. Her hair was dark, and her eyes were light, a contrast that balanced so well against her warm and evenly toned skin. Her features were soft, yet accented with perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nicely shaped eyebrows that made it seem like she was personally chiseled by the finest renaissance artists in history. Her raw beauty was natural and effortless, which was something that Emily always found herself drawn to in a woman. She fit her type to a T, so of course JJ and Penny would tease her about it.

“I swear, I wasn’t asking with creep-like intentions.” She defended herself. “I just thought she looked familiar. I don’t know, maybe I actually did watch something she was in before.”

“Well she’s done a little modeling too.” Penelope added. “You might’ve seen her face plastered at the mall or something.”

Emily thought for a moment, trying to wrack her brain for a possible answer. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe that’s it.”

“Shall we get back to the movie? Perhaps it will jog your memory a bit more.”

“Actually, we might have to take a rain check.” JJ cut in, looking down at her phone seriously. “Hotch just texted. Looks like we have a new case and we need to be at the BAU first thing in the morning, which is weird considering nothing came across my desk yesterday.”

“Wait, what?” Garcia pouted. “But you all just got back from a case. Now you have to leave again? We were supposed to have brunch tomorrow and everything.”

“Sorry, Pen.” Emily sighed, patting her thigh comfortingly. “I promise we’ll continue where we left off as soon as we get back, okay? Right, Jayje?”

“Yes, of course.” The blonde smiled reassuringly. “I still gotta know if I was right or not about what happens next.” She added, nudging the brunette’s shoulder with her own. “But until then, duty calls. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

The next morning, the team arrived at the BAU and wasted no time in filing into the roundtable room just as requested. They had no idea why their presence was needed on what was supposed to be their day off. However, they were certainly aware of what their job consisted of, so they knew it had to be serious. Hotch was already in there when they took their seats, and being the one in charge of the briefing, he stood at the head of the table and wasted no time diving right into it.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m sorry to call you all back in, but you know I wouldn’t do so if it wasn’t urgent.” He stated, before clicking a button on his laptop, making three different images instantly pop up on the large monitor behind him. Each image held the face of three different young women seemingly young, all with dark hair, bright eyes, and tanned skin. “Jessica Dunning, Rina Mendes, and Sofia Lombardi, all went missing a week apart from one another at the beginning of the month, and each of their bodies were found the exact same way: A single stab wound to the chest, and various traces of poison in their systems.”

“Well it’s clear this unsub has a type.” Rossi pointed out, noticing the similarities in each of the victims. “Was there any signs of sexual assault?”

“So far, none.” Hotch quickly clarified, before clicking to the next slide depicting pictures of the actual crime scenes. “But the unsub did position all three of their bodies in the same way, post-mortem. They were found laying on their backs with their hands crossed over their midsection, and a bouquet of flowers in their grasp.”

“Seems like a sick and twisted version of Snow White, if you ask me.” Emily mumbled. “Only the prince never showed. Maybe it's linked to the unsub’s childhood? Could’ve read the story as a kid and favored it over the other fairy tales for whatever reason.”

“That would actually be a plausible theory.” Spencer chimed in. “Afterall, in the original story the Evil Queen orders the huntsman to kill Snow White using a dagger, which could explain the stab wound in these victims. Not only that, but she later on uses poison as well in the apple that she gifts her. It seems highly unlikely for those two specifications to be coincidental.”

“Why is it that crazy psychopathic killers always have to ruin sweet little innocent things?” Garcia mumbled to herself.

“Guys, maybe the unsub is a woman.” JJ spoke up. “I mean, if we’re really linking this to the fairy tale, it could all be an act of vengeful jealousy where the unsub is targeting women who might seem more privileged or better than her in some way.”

“That could very well be a possibility.” Hotch replied, nodding in agreement. “After all, the acts of remorse and tidiness shown here are typically all signs of a female’s work, so until we know for certain let’s not rule that out. Whether this unsub really did get inspired by a childhood fairy tale or not, there’s definitely a pattern here.”

“Uh, Hotch?” Derek questioned, suddenly catching the attention of the other agents in the room. “Don’t get me wrong, I agree that there’s obviously something going on here, but you mean to tell me we were called in for only three murders? Doesn’t it usually take more bodies to show up for us to be even thought of?”

“Normally yes, which is actually what brings us to our main concern.”

Hotch clicked the button on his remote and immediately a different young woman with dark hair just like the others showed up on the screen. “This is Kayla Shafer. She was reported missing last night when she never returned home from her usual late-night shift at the diner.”

“A d-diner?” Garcia stuttered out, nervously, before glancing at the other two women in the room.

“Yes, that is correct.” He nodded, before continuing the briefing. “She’s been a waitress there for a little over a year now. Her parents just assumed that she had gotten caught up in the severe storm that occurred last night but when she never made it home, and they never received a message from her, they called the police. It hasn’t been 24 hours yet, so they couldn’t file a report, however it’s safe to assume that the unsub has her. Meaning, that we only have a few days to find her before its too late. The LAPD needs all the help they can get so that’s why the Chief has requested our immediate assistance. We can discuss more on the flight there but for right now we need to leave as quickly as possible. In the meantime, Garcia, I need you to run background searches on all of the victims and see if they have anything in common.”

“Yes, Sir.” The blonde replied, already beginning to type away on her laptop.

“Thank you. Everyone else, please collect your things and meet at the jet. Wheels up in 20.” Hotch stated, before exiting the room and leaving the others to gather their files.

As everyone stood up and dispersed, Garcia managed to quickly grab ahold of JJ and Emily, pulling them to the side.

“Okay, please tell me I’m not the only one who is rightfully spooked here!” She whispered, anxiously.

Frowning, Em glanced over at JJ in confusion, before turning to face Penelope. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the latest victim, Kayla Shafer! She was attacked, in the rain, after her shift at a diner. That doesn’t seem the least bit familiar to you?”

“…Ohhh, the movie we watched last night…” JJ slowly came to the same realization. “Wait, are you saying you think that it’s somehow connected?”

“I don’t know, you guys are the profilers, you tell me!” The blonde exclaimed. “I mean she even looks exactly like the main character!”

“Hold on a minute,” Emily put her hand out to try and calm her. “I’m sure it’s just a crazy coincidence. It would surely cause alarm if all of the victims were waitresses at diners who were abducted the same way, but Kayla was the only one.” She pointed out, before flipped through the case file. “You see? Jessica was a barista, Sofia was a wedding planner, and Rina was unemployed.”

“Emily’s right, Pen.” JJ rubbed her shoulder, comfortingly. “It’s just a crazy coincidence. But if it makes you feel any better, you can tell us how the movie ended so we can be aware if anything else suspicious comes up in the field?”

“Yeah.. okay.” Garcia sighed. “I guess th— wait a minute. Jennifer Jareau, you better not be tricking me into giving away the ending! Our girl’s night shall resume as soon as you all get back, and only then can you find out. Emily, don’t you dare look it up either! As a matter of fact give me both of your phones. I need to install a firewall that will prevent you both from researching spoilers.” 

The two laughed as they sidestepped Penny’s awaiting hands, and began rushing away. 

“Oh, I see how it is.” She called out after them. “Just remember that I can hack into your search histories!”

The flight was around 5 hours, so there was enough time for the team to come up with a game plan. Together they all gathered towards the center of the jet as Garcia’s face popped up on the tablet before them.

“My sweets, you have been gone a total of 4 hours and I already miss each and every one of you. This building is not the same when all of your presences are lacking from it.”

“Garcia,” Hotch spoke in a friendly, yet stern, tone that told her she needed to focus back on the case.

“Right! My apologies, Sir. So, I ran the backgrounds of each victim like you requested but they literally have zero connections to one another. I searched from A to Z starting from the day that they were born, but the only thing they seem to have in common is just their physical appearances.”

“Alright, so he chooses random targets who all look the same.” Emily voiced her thoughts. “It could be that the victims remind them of an ex-girlfriend or family member in one way or another. Or, maybe they do remind him of a fairy tale, and he felt obligated to come to their rescue in some dark and twisted way?

“Actually,” Spencer cut in, meddling with his fingers. “I was thinking more about the Snow White theory and some of it just doesn’t add up. The huntsman never actually harmed the princess, he let her go. So if this really was related to those key details, it doesn’t make sense that each of the victims actually had stab wounds because that wasn’t in the story. Not only that but according to these reports, the poison found in their bodies wasn’t ingested, but rather, inhaled. If this unsub really is trying to replicate the story of Snow White, they’re surely doing an awful job at it. I mean, it’s completely inaccurate.”

“Well, Snow White was known for her purity and innocence right?” Derek asked. “It could have something to do with religion. Just like Mary was criticized for being a pregnant virgin, maybe the unsub is targeting morally clean women who he thinks are actually sinners.” He shrugged, before looking down at the tablet. “Garcia, were any of the victims tied to a church or youth group of some kind?”

“Give me one second,” She uttered, as she began typing away on her keyboard. “No, they weren’t. But fear not, my beloveds, because after a bit more digging into their lives I did find out some very interesting things. Jessica Dunnings, the 24 year-old barista, also doubled as a babysitter for her next door neighbors, Darrin and Claire Anderson.”

“Alright… so she was just trying to make a little extra cash. How is that important?” Derek questioned, causing Garcia to smirk.

“Well Sugar, if you call ‘doing the devil’s tango’ with Mr. Anderson while his wife is at work a way of getting a ‘little extra cash’, then consider her heavily rewarded.”

That piece of information made every one of the team member’s eyes widen in surprise. They knew Garcia was never one to beat around the bush, but her lack of a filter never failed to catch them off guard.

“Ah, okay.” Derek nodded, in understanding. “So you’re telling me these girls were the opposite of pure, huh?”

“Not necessarily,” Garcia replied. “Rina was actually as innocent as they come. She had good grades all throughout high school and even graduated with honors and multiple scholarships. She literally had no mean bone in her body and was actually a volunteer at various homeless shelters.”

“Definitely seems too good to be true.” JJ commented under her breath.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Garcia continued. “Her life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. When she was 15 she was diagnosed with Leukemia and the doctors didn’t think that she’d make it to her 18th birthday. It was an uphill battle and she was constantly in and out of the hospital, causing her parent’s medical bills to skyrocket. Thankfully, she beat the cancer and made it to adulthood, and she even started a GoFundMe page to assist her parents with the bills.” Garcia’s voice suddenly fell quieter, as a slight whimper was heard from her end. “But it wasn’t even a month after her birthday that she was murdered.”

“God, that’s terrible.” JJ sighed, deep in thought. “I can’t imagine what her parents must be going through. The poor girl didn’t even get a real chance at life.”

Emily suddenly sat up, and let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before quickly trying to change the subject. “Okay, so you were right, Garcia. These girls have literally nothing in common, other than the fact that their lives could literally be made into movies. I mean, the mistress and the cancer kid. I can probably think of five different films with those same story arcs. I don’t even have to hear about Sofia and Kayla to know that they probably had similar eventful pasts.”

Everyone nodded at her words, but it was Garcia who was immediately hit with an epiphany. It was a stretch, she knew that, especially given what Emily and JJ had told her before they left. However, it was seeming less and less like a coincidence. Now, she just had to muster up the courage to share it with the group without sounding ridiculous.

“The only accurate lead we have is in knowing that this unsub is clearly targeting young women with dark hair and light eyes, all with similar skin tones and features.” Hotch concluded what they already know. “They have a designated type. That means whatever the motive is, it’s most likely personal for the unsub, and we can see that they continuously show remorse with the bodies. Garcia, I want you to run traces of every woman in California that resembles the victims.”

“But Sir, that’s probably gonna result in thousands of women--”

“I know, but we have to start somewhere. The killings didn’t start until the beginning of the month so look into specific women who have any significance to the time frame. It’s a needle in a haystack, I’m aware. However, until we can gather more information at the scene enough to narrow it down, it's all we have to go on.”

“Well, actually, I, uh, may have some valuable information already for you.” Garcia mumbled, nervously. “I didn’t want to say anything, but the lives of these victims all seem extremely familiar to me. Like Emily mentioned, it's almost as if their lives could’ve all been the main plot to major-hit movies, and…I kinda think they were.”

“What are you saying?” Hotch asked, his interest certainly piqued.

Meanwhile, JJ and Emily both glanced at each other knowingly, wondering where she was going with this. They had assumed the latest victim was just coincidentally similar to the main character in the movie they watched last night, but they couldn’t deny that each and every one of the victims looked exactly like the famous actress that starred in it. Which is why, Garcia’s next words didn’t surprise them at all.

“Sir,” She continued. “I think this unsub could possibly be targeting a famous actress named Sloan Hudson. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but the resemblance to all of the victims is uncanny. The real kicker, though, is the that it seems like every victim so far has lived the real life of some of the fictional roles she’s played in the media. For instance, Kayla Shafer was a waitress at a diner, and Sloan’s character in the movie “Dining Out” was a waitress at a diner too, both end up being attacked by someone. I originally believed it was just a coincidence, but after more digging and finding out more information, it’s not the only one. Sloan was also casted as a mistress, just like Jessica, in another movie entitled “Secret Secretary”, as well as a cancer patient, similar to Rina, when she guest starred in a surgical tv drama. I know it’s a stretch, and I’m probably not even right. It was just a thought, and I’m sorry. I’ll stop talking now.”

“You know, I actually think you might be onto something, Garcia.” Reid assured her, sitting up in his seat and already coming up with different theories himself. “If I remember correctly, Hudson was also casted as a wedding planner in that romantic comedy you dragged me to see last summer, and Sofia Lombardi was a wedding planner as well. So, without any other current leads I think it’s safe to assume that the unsub could very well be targeting her.”

“Okay, so I’m not just going crazy,” Garcia smiled to herself in relief. However, it wasn’t even a moment later that her smile completely faltered, knowing that Sloan was one of her favorite actresses. “Oh no...Hotch, if this is true we have to warn her. She could be in danger!”

 Hotch furrowed his eyebrows in thought as the others looked towards him.  “Alright,” He nodded. “This is definitely something we can work with. Do you know where she resides?”

On the other line, the rapid clicks of Garcia’s keyboard could be heard, and in less than a minute she already had her answer. “According to Google, she owns a luxury apartment in New York, but she’s currently in LA for her next film.”

“When does the filming start?”

“It actually started filming a few weeks ago. Her fans have been buzzing about it all over social media ever since the beginning of the month.”

“Well it fits the timeframe. So that could have been the trigger.” Emily pieced together. “It definitely seems personal. Perhaps an obsessive fan? Though, that still doesn’t explain the M.O or the end goal for all of this.”

“I think it’s safe to assume that Sloan is his end goal.” Hotch added, before turning to everyone. “Alright we need to know more about each of the victims and why this unsub positions them the way that he does post-mortem. Morgan, Prentiss, I want you both at the latest crime scene. Rossi, Reid, you two head to the M.E facility and examine the other bodies. JJ, you're with me as we meet with the LAPD. I need you to ensure this doesn’t reach the media before we get in contact with Miss Hudson. And Garcia?”

“Yes?”

“Good work.” He gave her a small smile. “Find a way to reach Sloan’s management team if you can, but in the meantime, I’m gonna need you on the next available flight to Los Angeles. You’re officially on this case.”

A/N: i’m really excited to continue this, so please let me know your thoughts and what you would like to see happen!

[regaliasonata]

Also character ask ZIGGY

Character Ask: Ziggy Grover

First Impression

-Definitely falling under the average green ranger stereotype of being the silly but less engaged member of the team, though that is quite alright cause he'll probably give some positivity to the team due to the state they are in via the season

How I Feel About The Character/Impression Now

-.....I love this twink and honestly me and everyone else should love him, the fact that he was in a mafia, managed to escape, gave medicine and supplies from said group to orphans in needed AND GOT OFF SCOT FREE WITH HIS TOASTER BOYFRIEND speaks volumes.

Favorite Moment

-So far has to be that scene between him and the cartel where he's got that serious face, I'll have to go back and fully complete RPM but seeing Ziggy look so cold is amazing.

Idea For A Story

-okay think of this....Ziggy as a Peter Pan type character who was reborn in another world that raises orphans or children who've passed early and they live in this alternate world with magic, at the same time he's an assassin that's teaming up with Dillon and Tenaya(who also have powers based on fairy tales) to steal ancient treasure from a tyrant king in order to rule the rule, Once Upon A Time walked so this can run.

Relationships

OTPs

-Ziggy/Dillon....obviously, can't have a happy twig without his grumpy muscular emo boyfriend.

-Ziggy/Scott, Ziggy/Flynn. Both these work really well in my opinion.

-Crackship idea if this crossover was ever a thing...Ziggy/Jarrod/Dillon/Casey, imagine all that chaos together with those four like(I'd pay to see a one shot of this tbh). Heck not even a crossover needed because JKP exists in the RPMverse and assuming the entire team is alive then this could fly, crazy twinks and the emo duo.

BROTPs

-Ziggy/Dr.K, honestly feel like he understands Dr.K and they are really close when it comes to hearing each other out, plus Ziggy might actually get her to enjoy some hobbies.

-Ziggy/Casey...seriously Disney fucked us over from ever getting this interaction, be happy with marvel I guess but imagine the send off you could've had.

-Ziggy/Tenaya, she needs earplugs every time he talks about Dillon...

Unpopular Opinion

-Kinda wish we got even more of a backstory for him or seen Ziggy encountering other green rangers. I feel like both him and Trip would get along quite well to be honest.

One thing I wish would/had happened in the show

-....We serious? That Jungle Fury/RPM crossover obviously because ALL THOSE INTERACTIONS AND SUCH WOULD'VE BE LEGENDARY.

-Even if he didn't end up with Dillon we should've had Ziggy kissing some guy.

-Imagine a scene of Ziggy hacking Venjix down with his axe after he found out the program's intention for Dillon, or if Venjix succeeded and Dillon died...it would've been brutal like Ziggy would be shown Venjix why the cartel kept him around🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡

Headcanons

-The RPM team technically has sentient zords because in reality they hold secret Engine Souls like their Go-Onger counterparts. This is actually a result of humanity evolving and without the vitality from Earth's nature so their animal spirits evolved into Engine Souls, thing is the team hasn't unlocked them but when they do the zords will be able to talk(a little fib of my JFAU movie arc idea with RPM cause we deserve that crossover).

-Ziggy's fingernails can turn dark green because of Venjix exposure, some humans after being exposed to the virus during their apocalypse developed small traits via their survival(Scott having sharper canines, Summer being able to detect metals for tools, Flynn when growing out his hair has white highlights and can absorb radiation, Gem and Gemma can see people's dreams and Dillon can purify dirty food and water).

-Ziggy sleeps with a huge dolphin as a pillow or just something to hold whenever he's sad. If he can't morph then he'll fill it with rocks and beat down venjix monsters with it.

-Sometimes when he would leave the dome(before the world began to return to normal) he'd walk miles until making it to the ocean since it wasn't fully destroyed and enjoyed watching the waves. Plus that spot is the only one in the world where the stars in the sky are still viewable.

-After RPM Dillon, Tenaya and Ziggy ventured out into the world to see what needed to be fixed, they built a railroad and it oddly began to glow with energy. This led to the team getting powers via trains and soul power with imagination, humanity's will to keep going(ToQger adaption), villains born from the deceased malice of humanity aim to take advantage of this world and others leading to the team having bigger stakes than last time.

[touchtranscendslanguage]

Okay, so... (sorry if this gets long again 🙈)

My favorite OC is called Lilith. She's the titular daughter in my Remus and His Daughter series. Basically she is a little/younger girl that Remus has a kind of paternal bond with in a few of my AUs (mostly just in my head, I've only actually integrated her in one other story.) She is in canon compliant AUs a creation of Remus' in the Imagination, in other AUs though, she usually is some sort of outcast like Remus and they find comfort in each other.

For this AU, I see her as an Unseelie that is not really unseelie-like and therefore literally cast out. I don't know how exactly the territories of the Seelie and Unseelie connect, I'm guessing they're in the same realm and there is a sort of border or no man's land between them.

This next part takes place before Virgil enters the picture and before Janus' capture. Remus is fighting the Unseelie, for whatever reason, at the border/ in the no man's land and gets injured (not seriously but he needs to retreat for a moment.) He ends up concealing himself in like bushes or something while his knights continue the fight and he ends up passing or zoning out, only to wake up to a young Unseelie sneaking up to him with food or herbs for his wounds. He grabs her, assuming that she's an enemy and she just... gives him her name. Like immediately, not hesitation.

Remus is stunned, asking her why she would do that, if she doesn't understand what she's just done since she looks like she's only around 12 in human years. She says she knows fully well what it means, she is a lot older than she looks though she stopped growing past being a young teenager. She lives here on the outskirts of the Unseelie territory alone, has for a long time and saw Remus being injured and just wanted to help. If giving her name was what it would take him to trust her, she didn't mind. If it means her death, she accepts that.

Remus still doesn't really know what to do but the battle is still going on, so he accepts the food/herbs she gave him, which do help him recover and tells her to hide. She does so and Remus goes back into the fray and ends up winning the battle.

Afterwards he does go home and doesn't tell anyone what happened. After a few days of thinking it over, he goes back alone to where he met her and searches for her, ending up using her name to get her attention. They talk about her situation, and she tells him that she was cast out of her family when she was about 80 since she wasn't growing anymore and just wasn't very unseelie in nature. Since then she's been hiding out here at the border, sleeping in a hollow tree and mostly sort of hibernating, her magic keeping her alive mostly.

They bond over their families not really accepting them and while Remus leaves eventually, he comes to visit her occasionally (like every few months if he can but could also be a year or two.)

This could be where it ends, the present being just that, or Remus ends up building a little hide-out for here in his fairy circle, like a little cave under a hollow tree where she lives now but that might be too personal. Remus also might have thought about claiming her but he knows that would only be more trouble for both of them...

I love the name Lillith. Fun fact: that's Moongazer's real name!

I remember that series! I've gone through all of the Dad Remus tag, it's one of my favourites! Yours is a good one, I forgot that was you!

You are correct, the main territories for the seelie and unseelie are in the same realm. They also claim different realms as part of their territories and some of them just belong to the fae in general and are essentially no man's land. Which territories belong to who changes from time to time, based on conflict and negotiations.

As a fae, Lillith would have been born with the instinctive knowledge to keep her name safe, which I think makes her giving it to Remus even more powerful. Kid or not, she knows exactly what she's doing.

Looking twelve when you're eighty is actually pretty standard for the fae.

I could see this. I could also see Remus taking her home and getting help from his family. I can't imagine him leaving a kid out there on their own. He might be able to adopt her himself, but she wouldn't be a princess. He also couldn't claim her because she's not a human or human-hybrid.

Have you considered making her a human-hybrid? It would explain why she's so different from the other unseelie and give them even more of a reason to outcast her. It would also mean Remus could claim her and I think he would.

This is really cool, I like it a lot!

[stoobfoobnoob]

‘Closed for Remodeling’

Vernon x reader, Mingyu x reader

ANGST! angst! angst!, unrequited love, best friends, university au

Mentions of smoking, drinking, food, y/n is a bit bitter in the beginning

Synopsis: Do you believe in the “right person, wrong time”? Vernon and Y/N have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but what happens when one realizes their feelings too late? 

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This is probably one of the most pathetic things that you ever put yourself through in your 20 years of life. Maybe if you woke yourself up and listened to the countless pieces of advice that your friends have given you, you wouldn't be sitting in front of your best friend and his new girlfriend. 

The song playing in the back, faded as you watched him put his arm around her. You could feel your eyes rolling back into your head as she lays yet another peck on his cheek. 

What does he see in her? You thought to yourself. 

You and Vernon found this restaurant on a random December night when the streets were covered in fairy lights and candy canes. The two of you have been held up in the library studying for hours when he tapped your shoe and convinced you to finally get out of that hell hole. 

He was wearing the same oversized leather jacket that Seungcheol gave him on his birthday that now lies on his girlfriend's lap. 

"I'm genuinely going to kill myself if we keep studying for this goddamn test!" You screamed into the air, seeing your breath in the winter weather. Vernon just laughs at you as you lose your mind. 

He could hear your sniffling and the fact you'd been rubbing your nose for the past five minutes. 

He couldn't remember the last time you guys had a proper meal that didn't consist of caffeine, beef jerky, and peppermint candy that the librarians had around the library. 

You kept rambling on and on about how you wanted to drop out and that you didn't even notice the little restaurant.

He pulled your arm and turned you around, 

"Let's eat." His eyes were glistening in the twinkling lights and his skin looked like it was shimmery. 

You walked into the restaurant and the two of you were instantly hit with the smell of kimchi tofu stew. 

The old lady at the front desk got up from her seat to happily greet the two of you and brought you over to the booth. The restaurant itself was small and had two booths and about 6 other tables and there was only one other person eating inside. It was covered in old family pictures you could only assume were the old lady's family and a tiny little Christmas tree in the corner. It was wilted and dry which you took note of because you told Vernon.

"Are you sure you wanna eat here?" You pouted your lips, judging the restaurant and he just looked at you and laughed 

'We're already here, Y/N. Who knows maybe we'll like it," he shrugged

Vernon never fully judged anything until he tried it, the complete opposite of you. Lo and behold, the old lady made the best food you've ever had. 

The flavors hitting your mouth and filling your very very deprived stomach made you dance in your chair and Vernon just watched you with a little smile. 

"I told you it was gonna be good." he teased you as he took another bite.

When the two of you were sufficiently full the old lady brought over the bill and you went to grab it when Vernon's cold fingers touched yours, 

"I got it," his fingers lingered on yours a little too long.

"Your hands are really cold." You chuckled.

He quickly pulled away and insisted that he pay for dinner. 

It was small things like that that really made you aware of your stupid infatuation with him. 

He insisted on paying for the dinners, the coffees he bought you before class without asking, and the notion of doing things together without talking about it first. Maybe he was just a nice guy and liked treating his friend out. 

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"Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be back," his girlfriend told him while patting his thigh. 

He nodded his head and watched as she moved across the room.  

You could hear someone shifting next to you, 

"You're really bad at hiding the way you feel," 

Mingyu whispered in your ear, you met him last semester and found out that you ran in the same circle. 

Mingyu was conventionally attractive and had that nice guy reputation, but when your friends decided to have a small get-together a few weeks back your first impression of him was that he was a bit dorky?

"What are you talking about?" you question, eyebrows furrowed together.

He presses a finger in between your tense eyebrows and you automatically relaxed them. 

"That's why. Your facial expression says it all-" 

That action took you aback. 

If Mingyu across the room could see it then Vernon who was sitting right in front of you could too. Right?

"It's the end of finals, we are officially on winter break. Why are you so upset?" Mingyu asked while opening a bottle of soju with a spoon for Dino. 

"I'm not upset" You tried to shrug off his comment, tried to smile and lie it off.

He made the gesture of holding up the soju as if to ask you if you wanted to drink and you shook your head, 

"Y/n I think I know you enough to know when you’re upset." He leaned in looking you in the eyes. 

The two of you had studied a few times together and occasionally got lunch as you both waited for your next class, but you never told him anything personal like that. 

Maybe he's just really observant. 

You open your mouth to say something before Seungkwan pulls him away to talk about some funny incident that happened to them. 

You didn't even notice that Vernon was staring at you.

'What?' you mouthed at him. 

He nudged his head towards Mingyu and gave you a sly smirk before his girlfriend finally came back and got too distracted to talk to you again. 

Minghao who was sitting next to you tapped your shoulder and you hummed in response. 

"I think Mingyu likes you," 

You loved Minghao, he was sweet and a great listener. However, he's always gonna stir the pot when he wants to and today was no exception.

Perks of being the quiet observer. 

You just looked at him like what was he even talking about? 

"It's the way Mingyu keeps looking over here, and I know he's not looking at me." Minghao took a sip of tea looking at you suggestively. 

Mingyu glanced over in your direction every few minutes while Jeonghan and Seungkwan were mercilessly teasing him. 

He saw the way your jaw clenched when Vernon and his girlfriend whispered in each other's ear. 

Taking a step in your direction, Hoshi intervened.

"Oh my god! Y/N this is our song!!" before dragging you out of your seat and into the middle of the restaurant. 

There was an old karaoke machine that the old lady had brought out for Christmas and Hoshi took your hand to put a mic in it, shaking your head at him. 

"No, I am not singing!" Hoshi was yet again the drunkest person there and was not leaving until you had this duet with him. You could hear the others cheer for you and yell your name as the girl's part was coming.

The heat found its way to your cheeks and lifted the mic to your lips, shyly singing the lyrics. You turned around to see that DK was filming Hoshi who was so immersed in the song that he forgot to sing his part. 

Vernon was watching you. He watched you sing for the thousandth time and was still shocked as he was the first time you sang in front of him. 

He remembers when it was just the two of you in his car when this very song came on and you just sang at the top of your lungs while the windows were down. That was the day you both got accepted into the same university. He remembers that day because he couldn't stop thinking about you that same night. 

Vernon glances to see that his girlfriend was on her phone not paying attention to the free entertainment that always made him and his friends laugh so bad it hurt. He doesn't pay too much attention. 

Here it comes, he thinks to himself. The best part of the song- is the bridge. He likes this part because it has a quick build-up and the rhythm just makes his heart jump and the lyrics really suit well with your voice. He only likes it when you sing it. 

The others know it's coming, you know it coming, and it is hands down one of the guys' favorite songs to hear you sing. 

But Vernon's girlfriend was still on her phone. 

Vernon notices that Mingyu got up from his seat, he walked over to where DK was filming Hoshi and Vernon could just see it. The way he was looking at you, it was the same look he gave you in his car that day. 

Everyone quickly moved on to the next song as Woozi and Seungcheol pour Hoshi yet another shot. 

The adrenaline that rushed through your body a few seconds ago finally comes down when you excuse yourself from the table. Opening the old door, the winter wind harshly hits your face. Sitting on the curb, you pulled out the cigarette from your pocket. 

A nasty habit you picked up from Wonwoo about 6 months ago now, when the door opened again. 

"Since when did you start smoking?" the familiar voice asked as he sat next to you. 

You started smoking when he got into a relationship. The sting of smoke in your lungs felt better than the unrequitedness of it all. 

"Oh you know, not that long ago." You shrugged, taking a long drag.

You had sworn to Vernon when you were both 16 that you would never smoke when he confessed to you that he hit his friend's vape in the bathroom sophomore year. 

Going on and on about how smoking is bad for you. 

You hope he doesn't remember that.

Vernon wants to talk to you. Have a conversation like he used to. He wants to tell you that you shouldn't smoke, but he doesn't. He just sits there with you in silence until you finish your cigarette. 

"I think-" 

"I-"

"you go first," He says. 

You stare at him. Looking into his eyes, you feel like your cheeks are going to burn. He's patient with you- always has been. 

You let out a sigh,

I'm in love with you, but it's too late.

"I'm gonna head home." You say before going back in. 

Your head hurts, your heart hurts, and all you wanna do is get past Vernon's girlfriend so you can get your purse and go. 

"Hey, y/n?" she mumbles. 

You wanted to turn around and snap at her, but what did she do wrong?

"Yeah," You tried not to sound mean. 

"I was wondering if you could send me the address to Nonie's favorite bakery?" She smiled. 

Nonie? Nonie? Who the fuck is Nonie? 

A sigh escaped from your mouth before you nodded and agreed. 

"Thank you so much! You're literally a life savor, Y/Nie" she said. 

Who was she to call you by your nickname you thought. She was nice, great even. There was no real reason for you to be this mad at her, but you are. 

"Hey, I'm gonna head out." You told Minghao who gave you a nod which was soon followed by a line of goodbyes and hugs from everyone else. 

"get home safe!" Seungcheol waved, 

"Wait, you're walking home?" Mingyu stood up, everyone looking at the tall man. 

"Yeah," god you wanted to leave. 

You could see Dino and Seungkwan look over at each other as if wondering why he asked. 

"It's late, Y/n and cold let me walk you." 

This makes Vernon's ears perk up. If he wasn't with his girlfriend he would be leaving with you, no questions asked. He would walk you home and make sure you got to your place okay. 

But he couldn't this time.

"What no! It's fine it's like 15 minutes from here." You assured him, but Jeonghan had to chime in too. 

"Yeah, let Mingyu walk you. You've had a couple of drinks anyway." 

Rather than arguing, you reluctantly agreed for him to walk you. 

It was the middle of winter and the sun had set hours ago, so having some company was actually not a bad idea. 

"Do you wanna talk about it? The thing that was bothering you earlier?" He remembered. 

"How observant of you." You sarcastically replied. 

"I'm just a nice person, but if you don't want to it's fine." His pace was slow and his voice felt genuine. 

He was much taller than you expected now that you were walking next to him, and the scent of his cologne was seeping through his sweater. 

Sandalwood and violets. 

The walk wasn't awkward as you would've thought. Walking on the side closest to the road, you could feel Mingyu's hand on your shoulder moving you inside of the sidewalk. 

The small gesture makes you feel some type of way. 

"I didn't know you could sing like that." The comment made you laugh, it made it sound like it was something you were serious about.

"What? You're good, Y/Nie!" He nudged you with his arm,

"I'm only good when I've had a few shots." You joke, looking at the street ahead of you.

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkward. It felt nice just being in each other's presence.

Mingyu suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at you,

"I hope whatever it was that was bothering you... doesn't anymore." There was sincerity in the way he spoke, it sounded like something straight out of a romance movie. You couldn’t help but laugh at the corny vibe it gave off. 

“I appreciate it Mingyu, but I’m fine.” You were getting tired of having to prove to everyone that you were okay. 

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That night the images of Vernon being so sweet to his girlfriend plagued your thoughts as you tried to sleep. It didn't help that your old fridge was making that buzzing noise and no amount of music could drown it out when your phone started to blow up. 

Seungkwan was sending videos and pictures from dinner, you swiped through the pictures to see Vernon and his girlfriend holding hands and you groan at how much you wished that it was you. 

The other pictures were of the guys making little kissy faces at each other when a picture of you and Mingyu popped up. 

The picture was of you smiling and Mingyu looking at you,

You remember that you were looking in Hoshi's direction because he was doing something insanely stupid while Mingyu looked at you. 

Little did you know that Vernon was staring at the exact same photo. 

Why did it bother him so much? He wondered. His girlfriend was in his bathroom getting ready to sleep in his bed and yet here he was getting all bothered about another man sitting next to his best friend. 

Vernon convinced himself that it was just him being a good, concerned best friend, but was that really the reason?

Looking at you and Mingyu made him scroll through his own camera roll, finding old photos from a few years back where the two of you made silly faces, or the two of you at the prom, and the ones from graduation. He smiled endlessly reminiscing back to when the two of you were in high school. 

Until he found a video he secretly took of you.

It was two years ago and you slept over at his place, the video was of you in the kitchen the next morning singing that song. You had just woken up, so your hair was a mess and you were wearing his shirt. 

He hates to admit it but he's fallen asleep to that video too many times he could count. Your voice just made him feel safe enough to sleep too. 

Vernon's girlfriend makes her way to the bed and he quickly exits from his camera roll. 

He felt like texting you. 

He doesn't. 

So instead, he listens to you sing in secret.

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Hiiii! I am new to writing on Tumblr, but I have been on the app for a while. This is only the first part of this story! 

[holding-monsters-hands]

First KKFOS HC request whoo! (>u<) I was thinking since the Klowns are assumed to be a whole ass race who need partners and stuff to reproduce, do they have special mating rituals? Possibly wearing a flashy outfit, special dance, gifts, decorating a specific area? Maybe each individual Klown has their own thing? What do you think? 🎪❤️

Woo! i’ve vaguely talked about klown mating rituals and my thoughts on how it’d work in the past, but having it tailored differently to each klown is intriguing!

The klowns different mating rituals

I think jumbo would leave you specially curated gifts on your bed every morning, and you’ll notice that he incorporates your favorite color into his outfit more and more through time- and the previously mentioned gifts would include snacks, things that have very very special meaning to him, and items that might involve memories of times you’ve shared together!

Rudy has the mindset of making himself extremely dependable and looking tough, so then his potential mate can see he is more than capable of taking care of them and providing for all their needs! So naturally, he will hunt food for you, leave snacks at your door step, and sacrifice any extra pieces of his clothing to keep you warm.

fatso would not only shower you with gifts, but he would also surprise you by decorating your room! he won’t sneak into anything private while he’s in there of course maybe, but you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you see pretty fairy lights and fun posters with all your interests on them strewn across your walls!

chubby gives you snacks and foods! similar to rudy, he wants to show he can provide for you- but he’s far less aggressive about it for the sake of not wanting to scare you off, unlike rudy he is fully aware that you might not be immediately interested in a super hunting-aggressive mate.

spikey challenges any other klowns that might have that romantic interest in you to fight! he’s trying to be the bigger klown, and if he wins? he will bring you a little gift that might literally be a piece of a klowns outfit to show you he can protect you! but if you’re not interested in senseless fighting, he’ll settle for spoiling you at a nice dinner.

Slim would wear much brighter clothes than usual, doing his best to be incredibly eye catching- and I think he would certainly do a little dance to show his devotion to you, even if it looks a little silly! he’s just trying to prove his love through a interesting, choreographed dance.

jojo would shower you in gifts of all kinds, whether it’s from different planets they have been to in the past or if it’s stuff from their own culture! these gifts can range from food, clothing, jewelry, or even a sacrificial offering devoted to you! what a guy!

[ya-mi-la]

hiiiii!!! i haven’t interacted with you much but i was wondering! if you perhaps had any personal hcs/lore for nnt!! i’m writing a melban fic and currently begging for lore so!!!!!! hi! hope you have a wonderful day/night!!!

Hmmmmmm I think the main hcs that I have for the characters are influenced by other people's AUs/hcs so...

For Mel, it's mainly just the demon form cat stuff. I think at some point I read about someone saying that maybe demons get to pick the shape of their wings when they get them? I also like thinking of Meliodas having double horns (a pair coming out of his forehead and a pair on either side of the top of his head) that have grown in with time (maybe takes 100-200 years to grow fully?) And he has the typical demon tail and bla bla bla. Mostly physical appearances. There's fangs in his mouth, not like.. Vampire fangs, but fangs that can tear through meat easily (I haven't drawn him like that yet I think). Also - extreme flexibility, but that could somewhat be established in the show.

For Ban, I don't have too much? Maybe he has a super soft spot for Meli or smth. He likes cuddles about as much as he likes sparing, he looks kind of intimidating but he's super chill. He gets freaked out when Meliodas does contortionist type shit. He also teaches (or at least tries to teach) Meliodas how to cook properly by making the food the right way, but Meliodas very rarely listens completely because he has the attention span of less than 10 seconds OR he fucks it up to mess with Ban.

Anyways Ban is malewife and Meliodas is his pet cat. I think that's all for what I think about those two?

In terms of lore (like, story wise), I think that Meliodas didn't know how to write or read in English or whatever language they use in Britannia (which I assume is, like, anglo saxon or smth), and when he did learn, he developed an Irish accent because I am a strong believer in him being Irish (cuz, y know, Britannia). Demons and Goddesses speak semitic languages because of me thinking about religion and stuff and how Christianity, Judaism, Islam, etc originated in the Middle East, Fairies are Eastern European to me idk why, Giants are..???? Whatever you wish, and humans are everywhere as expected. Vampires are also Eastern European because I searched it up and liked it. They have traditional dances and such - demons and giants have their dances connected to their fighting (giants dancing makes them stronger, demon dancing is just fusion dance w martial arts, like capoeira.), fairies create more lively atmospheres with dancing, I guess, and goddesses, since they're more "elegant", would have smth real classical. Fairies didn't really involve themselves in war too often, giants and demons involved themselves the most, and goddesses did it because of their VERY strained relationship with demons. Ehmmm, what else..... Meliodas never opened up to ANYONE. Like ever. Until he fully gained their trust (which could've taken months, years, decades even.) Ban's on the same boat. Anyways, after the sealing of the demons and the destruction of the goddess race (I may be incorrect, it's been a while since i watched the anime or read the manga), and since the humans are selfish and also gullible, they made history all about how bad demons were. They didn't see demons as actual people, whatever whatever, bla bla bla, you know the rest. Led to incorrect depictions of both races in history and what not.

That's just me, though. You can write whatever you want.

[rene-is-an-insomniac]

I'm wishing...

Could all this be nothing but a dream?

-Billy (Polar express)

Minty's Drabbles☆

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You awoke to the sound of a clock ticking. Your eyes adjusted to the white wall of the ceiling in your room. Lazily you closed your eyes again until you heard humming coming from somewhere in the next room. Your eyes widened fully adjusting to the room around you. The objects in the room were familiar but that voice wasn't. You assumed it was one of your relatives but none of the men in your family matched that one you heard.

You were about to roll off the bed to investigate when the door opened. A male with short purple hair wearing foreign clothing entered the room. His violet eyes looked at you with a soft glance. In his arms were a few blankets and some food wrapped in plastic. "You're up." His soft voice filled your ears as he put down the items on the nightstand. The male took a seat next to you.

" Good morning." He nodded. You tried to roll off the bed only to kick him in the back.

"Honestly? Can't you bend your legs so you don't hit me stupid?" He scolded you. His face dropped into an annoyed look.

"Sorry." You mumbled making him sigh even more. After a few moments the room went silent once more.

Sitting up, you dangle your legs making it hit the bed frame. "So.." You dragged the word making him raise an eyebrow.

"What?" You shook your head smiling. "Are those for me?" You pointed to the food and the blankets. "Yeah, you were the one that suggested making a blanket fort, as childish as it is." He mumbled the last part as you picked up the items he bought. You got up and began making the fort as he watched.

When you were done you sat under it eating the food he had brought. The fairy lights in the background of the room made it look aesthetically pleasing. The male got down on his knees scooting into the fort with you. The warmth of his body and the fort made your eyes drop. He noticed and pulled you close to his chest. He hummed an old melody you knew. You closed your eyes enveloping his warmth.

Opening your eyes you saw the same ceiling to your bedroom. Getting up you heard no humming from that male you remember faintly. You checked the entire room and called out for him. There was no trace of his existence anywhere in that house.

Later as you got dressed to leave, you noticed a doll sitting wearing a large hat, foreign clothing that the man had. You noticed the name written on the back of it.

"Kunikuzushi."

Your eyes widened before you smiled.

Dedicated to @teyvattales

[raiiryuu]

HEADCANON: Bane Particle Exposure

Laxus was fully prepared to not make it back, once he'd made the decision to try and save the others. His life wasn't as important, as long as they lived. You can see the absolute desperation in his face when he's swearing he won't let anyone else die on his watch. His guild has hurt enough, and part of it was his own fault -- like hell is he going to just watch it happen again.

Freed is more resistant to those particles than the others due to the nature of his magic, similar to Laxus himself. They both know that. So Laxus gives him what, at the time, he assumes is his final order: get them home. Not us, he's not included in his thinking at all. [Also, HUGE fucking props to Freed for managing what he did, holy shit. King.]

Not a lot was going through his head while he did that, after that conversation. He didn't have time to think; that level of intake meant he pretty much immediately went down. But the last thing he expected was to wake up. It was brief, at first, just flashes of semi-consciousness and pain, but he recognized he'd somehow survived, and that he was hearing voices from the guild. He finally did wake up, in a hospital instead of the guild's infirmary, in the scene where he grabs the Raijinshuu. That is a rough point, as things are catching up to him. His team is fine, that's the most important thing, but they almost weren't. It's in that moment that he's looking back on everything that's happened, on the things he's done (and hasn't), and finding new resolve.

Laxus didn't hear about what actually happened in that town until later. A small part of him had known, on some level, but hearing of the damage and the death toll left him feeling hollow for a while.

He could never do enough.

This line of thinking and his newfound determination to actually keep his family safe is part of why the team goes to Blue Pegasus, after Fairy Tail is disbanded. Despite the initial misery of the more host aspects, he could tell even just from the Games how pretty much the entire guild looked to Ichiya as a reliable ally, and he was there to find out why, to follow that example.

What he didn't expect was for the Raijinshuu to, once again, connect with the guild in a way he couldn't seem to.

Very few people outside the Raijinshuu themselves and Porlyusica know anything of just how bad he got fucked up, after what he did, Gray being one of them. The flare-ups that still plague him can affect various things, though the most common is his breathing. Sometimes it's stomach pain and nausea, not being able to keep food down for days. Sometimes it's more general chest pain, feeling like something huge is trying to crush his ribcage. Sometimes it's just strain, that horrible sensation that he can't get air into his lungs despite him breathing (mostly) fine. The side effects are fading slowly but surely with treatment, but it's very likely it won't ever fully heal, and he's accepted that. If having this new lease on life comes with a few caveats, he'll take them in stride, and he knows his team will have his back. Part of his resolve has come from them, as well -- though it's not something he enjoys, he doesn't hide when he's feeling off from them. He's surprisingly open about it, though he does still tell them it's nothing to worry over.

[Interaction dependent: All three are aware of the general prognosis and treatment, for Laxus and for themselves, and likely have some kind of reminder system for each other when it comes to it.]

But the worst, to him, isn't any of the medical symptoms. It's that sinking sensation that this is all some sort of comatose delirium, and that he'll wake up and find everyone else dead around him. It's that biting, blood-freezing terror that makes him get up in the small hours of the morning and check that the team's okay -- even if he has to travel to do it, if they're not close by. He knows he's not the only one that feels that way -- sometimes he meets one of the others in the hallway, and there's a meaningful glance shared, but rarely any words. Nothing needs to be said, on nights like those, but sometimes he does anyway:

I'm glad you're okay.

[mattypattypinky]

🎀 Denzel Crocker Romantic Headcanon's 🎀

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He's a hopeless romantic, and he's incredibly inexperienced. Combined making him incredibly awkward. It's very easy for things to go over his head. He might not pick up on the advances made because he's very inexperienced.

He might also not pick up on it because he is very negative, and automatically assumes that no one would ever like him in that way.

I feel like if he were to realize, he'd get extremely flustered.

If he were to go on a date, he'd ask his mom for money for it. He'd try not to tell her what he's getting money for.

"Mother! I need 40 dollars!"

"Oh Denzel, what do you need that much money for?"

"I need money for... Uhm... Uh - The Unsuspecting Van!!! I need to renews its registration!"

if she found out he wouldn't hear the end of it. And his mom would tease and coo relentlessly.

"Oh, Denzel! You have a (bf/gf/partner)! - When am I gonna meet them???"

"Mother, you've met enough people in my life😞"

A lot of his dating knowledge would be like from the 80's/90's. He'd probably dress in a bowtie and flowers and a box of chocolates. He'd have his hair slicked back... He looks silly. He'd even wash up beforehand. If he's too unmotivated to take an actual shower he'd use washclothes on important areas.

He'd probably take you out to get sea food, and he'd order Shrimp Puffs. He'd try to order it discreetly because so many people hate Shrimp Puffs in the town 😞 The waiter would repeat his order loudly and he'd desperately beg them to shush but his date would figure it out anyways😭

From the beginning of the date his face is so red. If you pointed it out he'd blame it on a hot flush, or that he's getting a fever. Sure.

Principal Waxelplax was the last real date he'd had in ages, so he'd be really rusty. Also, he'd probably mention her date a lot, comparing it. Not in a "shes better" way, but in a "oh god am I doing it as good as I did back then?" way.

He'd be worried he's too old, especially if they date is younger. He'd say stuff like "You could do better than an old man like me" even though he's not that old😞

He'd be a very gentleman. He'd hold the door open for his partner, and he'd probably take his coat off and put it on a puddle so your shoes don't get wet (what a dorkus. You can just walk around it you know😭 You don't have the heart to tell him that though).

He'd pull out your chair at the restaurant, he'd refuse to let you pay as he believes he should be the one doing it.

He'd be visibly straining himself to not talk about fairies, but he wouldn't want to put his new partner off. He's trying to hold himself back from launching into a three hour discussion about the existence of fairies. He doesn't want to make his partner uncomfortable or put off, or even worse, laugh at him and leave the date.

He'd try to keep the conversation off of him. He'd ask about you constantly. He's worried he's unaccomplished, and he doesn't want to accidentally trauma dump due to him constantly being negative. He wants his partner to think he's cool and attractive, and not a bummer to be around. He doesn't have many happy memories to share and he doesn't have many fun stories or anything he would find worthy to tell you, besides fairies, but that might drive you off.

He doesn't want you to think he's sad, or mean. If you pass a child, he'd do everything in his power to avoid the kid so that the child won't call him mean or laugh at him in front of the date, or worse - Make fun of you for being seen with him. He'd be so scared of having his date being a target of the jokes. He'd apologize in advance if anyone made fun of him, or you.

He'd give a lot of compliments. The first thing he'd do is compliment your hair, and clothes. He'd be a little nervous about physical contact. He's not used to physical affection, so if any form of physical affection happens I feel like he'd go all red, flinch or go stiff and not know what to do.

He was fully expecting his date to just - Not want to touch him.

His hands would definitely be clammy. Very sweaty. He's probably got hyperhydrosis or something. He'd wipe it aggressively constantly, you can tell he doesn't hold hands often and that he really enjoys it.

He'd be even less used to hugs. At the end of the date he was fully expecting to drop you off and just leave with no words besides a see you later, but if you wanted a hug or kiss he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd probably stiffen like a board.

Full straight line stiffening. He'd be so nervous. He probably wouldn't hug back the first time just because he's so shell shocked 😞 If you wanted a kiss you'd have to make the first move, because he's so worried you'll be disgusted by him if he tries. He views himself as a monster 😞

He'd flop into his bed and swoon when he gets home He'd draw pictures.

I feel like if the date went super well, he'd think its a trick, or that it was the cause of fairies. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought that you had fairies. Nobody in their right mind would want to date him. It had to be the work of fairy godparents, right? It might make him even more obsessed with you though.

He'd want to call and go on a second date, but he'd be so nervous. Twirling the phone line wire, and he sounds like he has a frog in his throat when he's asking if you want to go on another date. He'd probably accidentally get his finger stuck in the phone wire. Also, his mom would call upstairs😞

"Denzel, honey! Who are you on the phone with?"

"NO ONE MOTHER!" and he sounds so mad 😞

He'd use his home phone and his mom would pick up to overhear the conversation 😭😭😭 She'd be soooo nosey.

I feel like if she ever met you, she'd make a cake. To celebrate her sons first partner in YEARS. I feel like she'd be the type to ask about grandkids or show baby pictures. Denzel would be HUMILIATED😭😭😭

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little pookie wookie bear <3

[coyote-kiddo]

30 Days of Agere (all at once because I can)

I found it initially on Tumblr via the aesthetic "babycore", and I assumed it wasn't for me so I tried pet regression (to cope with a situation I was in at the time) and then slowly got more into agere :)

Usually 1-8

No, I'm fairly independent when I regress

Home alone, able to watch cartoons and use little gear as I please around my house, decorating my headphones and a long nap in the middle of the day,,, food prepared beforehand by big me so little me doesn't have to :)

I have loads of stuffies, toys and coloring supplies from when I was a kid, and some sippy cups (also from when I was a kid), but I'm hoping to get a paci and some other things soon :))

Yes !! I petre to multiple animals, usually ragdoll kitty or fox but also puppy, bunny, and I'm thinking of trying goat, lamb and/or wolf !!

Big me wears lossa eyeliner, big clothes and is very very irritable, little me is super sleepy all the time and only wears pjs

Both !! I don't do much when I regress but sometimes I color or draw :)

(will tag when I remember their users)

Both. I usually voluntarily age dream/fully regress and involuntarily half-regress when I'm anxious (and I have halfway kitty regressed during panic attacks before??)

Yes ! I often do it to help me slip, but also just to calm down even if I don't regress

I would say so, I have also seen and used pacis in dreams before

Banana milkshakes, Cheerios and goldfish :)

Yes of course, I have over 100 of them

My stepmom knows and she's very supportive, my dad also knows but he just kinda gives it the side eye

Prince/Princett, Kiddo, Nugget, Pup, and Angel :)

Nothing really makes me "instantly regress", but SFW little content, blanket burritos, my little playlist, and my little gear help quite a lot

No, my living situation kinda sucks right now and I have chronic (medically diagnosed) anxiety that makes it hard to stay regressed.

Sometimes kinda sucks (as it is plagued with discourse, people claiming to be "nsfw agere", literal gr00mers and people who make fun of other regressors for not fitting into the stereotype of "physically small, a girl, feminine, pretty, pastels, etc.") but I stay mostly to the safe side of the community

No

Yes and I hate being tickled with a passion :(

Alphys and/or Mettaton from Undertale :)

Mostly dark colors for the walls, carpet floor, a tent, fairly small, places to organize my toys and craft supplies, a tv, lots of blankets and pillows, and dim fairy lights for lighting :)

Not really, as an autistic regressor I find it hard

Mostly to take my mind off of things, but also to cope with severe anxiety and (as a transmasc regressor) to relive my childhood :)

Yes !! I can't regress without it, I have a playlist on Spotify with some songs that help me regress

Since I don't have or want a cg, not really, but big me has some rules for little me, i.e. no hurting myself, be safe online, be ready for bed by 10, etc.

Sleepy and "soft" I guess ?? I'm kinda fuzzy brained and can't do much

No, I don't think I could be a cg

I have a document in my phone (Notes) about my regression that I like to add to, I find it very helpful and fun :)

[9-tales-of-wandering]

Hello people of rotomblr!

I'm Marius! I am a writer of travel reports and gay fiction for all age groups and a huge history nerd. After completing my studies at Uva-Naranja, I was actually expected to return to my home region and work a different job. However, thanks to a very supportive group of friends and my partner pokemon Spot, I decided to pursue my dreams and Spot and I have been on the road ever since.

I am also somewhat of a trainer and have competed in a couple of gym challenges... to mixed results. I will admit me and my pokemon are not the strongest team out there but we have heart and we do pretty well being constantly out on the road.

My askbox is pretty much always open and I don't bite (and Spot only bites when you don't acknowledge her status as supreme diva of the universe) so please feel free to reach out whenever!

(More team info for people who depend on screen readers plus other pokemon I have caught on my journey and some fun facts about me and my team under the cut)

My team

Spot (Alolan Ninetales) (Ghost Tera type)

Piotr (Poliwrath)

Gregory (Gengar)

Precious (Altaria) (Fairy Tera type)

Lucien (Roserade)

Romeo (Umbreon) (Fire Tera type)

Other Pokemon I caught (and where they currently are)

3 Eevee (I gave these to my siblings as my family can't afford to just get them starters as accessibility where I'm from is hard)

Cyclizar (my trusty Cyclizar, Zooms, is currently enjoying lots of running around at his own leisure at my aunt's place in Paldea)

Monferno (currently with my family being fed lots of good food and keeping them warm)

Camerupt (same as with Monferno)

Piplup (also with my family. mostly because my mum loves the little one)

Luxio (my dear Luxio, Eduardo, is always up to something)

Arboliva (she's beautiful, she's grace, she's in Mesagoza)

Fun facts about me and my time

✨️ Spot and I met during a particularly harsh winter in my home region when she (still as a Vulpix back then) followed me on my way home from the school I went to prior to the Academy in Paldea.

✨️ Spot likes it when we just sit somewhere cosy and I brush her fur for hours and talk to her (and somehow it kinda feels like she talks back).

✨️ Eduardo was my second ever pokemon and is always up to something.

✨️ Gregory was fully evolved when I caught him.

✨️ I am constantly on the go and don't exactly have a huge budget (not doing badly financially - just feeding a full team and myself and having to find accommodations) so when I have some extra cash I really like putting that into a spa day.

✨️ I got gifted an Ice Stone for my 5th anniversary of being with Spot and that's basically the story of how she evolved.

✨️ Lucien has an intense rivalry with my friend's Meowscarada.

✨️ Piotr was the only time I ever saw a pokemon egg hatch and raised that myself.

✨️ Piotr likes to imitate my movements when I cook.

✨️ Spot looks like a shiny when she terastalises (and on that note - no I have no idea why here Tera type is Ghost but before I met her I wanted to be a Ghost-type specialist)

✨️ Precious is the only wild Tera pokemon I ever caught and I got given my Tera Orb because I talked the teachers into it after catching her.

✨️ Precious likes to come out and stare at the moon for hours during nighttime.

✨️ Romeo was given to me as an Eevee by a very eccentric playwright.

✨️ Gregory has such a soothing presence.

✨️ Romeo knows Flamethrower. A move I'm 100% certain he shouldn't know. I've always assumed it's linked to Terastalisation and Tera Blast not working outside of Paldea.

// OOC

This blog is being run by a queer adult (20-something). The admin of this blog uses he/they pronouns. There will be no explicitly sexual content but mild explicit language is possible. Mentions of violence will be tagged but are also just extremely unlikely. I just like pokemans. Me and my OC, Marius, have a lot in common.

[caleism-1]

Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man walking down the street in a banana suit. The llama standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in front of the car window. The fact that all of this was actually happening and wasn't a dream.

There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but Rachael could see movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of the movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she peered, however, the more she thought it might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of staring again.

Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.

Debbie had taken George for granted for more than fifteen years now. He wasn't sure what exactly had made him choose this time and place to address the issue, but he decided that now was the time. He looked straight into her eyes and just as she was about to speak, turned away and walked out the door.

Betty decided to write a short story and she was sure it was going to be amazing. She had already written it in her head and each time she thought about it she grinned from ear to ear knowing how wonderful it would be. She could imagine the accolades coming in and the praise she would receive for creating such a wonderful piece. She was therefore extremely frustrated when she actually sat down to write the short story and the story that was so beautiful inside her head refused to come out that way on paper.

There was a reason for her shyness. Everyone assumed it had always been there but she knew better. She knew the exact moment that the shyness began. It had been that fateful moment at the lake. There are just some events that do that to you.

The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had become a daily ritual, one that he could not fully explain. From the outside, it was a wonder that he was able to get up so early each morning for someone who had absolutely no plans to be productive during the entire day.

She's asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer, she wondered if she had heard him correctly.

One can cook on and with an open fire. These are some of the ways to cook with fire outside. Cooking meat using a spit is a great way to evenly cook meat. In order to keep meat from burning, it's best to slowly rotate it. Hot stones can be used to toast bread. Coals are hot and can bring things to a boil quickly. If one is very adventurous, one can make a hole in the ground, fill it with coals and place foil-covered meat, veggies, and potatoes into the coals, and cover all of it with dirt. In a short period of time, the food will be baked. Campfire cooking can be done in many ways.

Sleep deprivation causes all sorts of challenges and problems. When one doesn’t get enough sleep one’s mind doesn’t work clearly. Studies have shown that after staying awake for 24 hours one’s ability to do simple math is greatly impaired. Driving tired has been shown to be as bad as driving drunk. Moods change, depression, anxiety, and mania can be induced by lack of sleep. As much as people try to do without enough sleep it is a wonder more crazy things don’t happen in this world.

Debbie knew she was being selfish and unreasonable. She understood why the others in the room were angry and frustrated with her and the way she was acting. In her eyes, it didn't really matter how they felt because she simply didn't care.

The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so he would never have to see it again.

His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since they refused to believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who had been dead for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter in the chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.

Should he write it down? That was the question running through his mind. He couldn't believe what had just happened and he knew nobody else would believe him as well. Even if he documented what had happened by writing it down, he still didn't believe anyone would still believe it. So the question remained. Was it be worth it to actually write it down?

The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road. It wasn't obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed. They were just all too afraid to ever go and see it in person.

Waiting and watching. It was all she had done for the past weeks. When you’re locked in a room with nothing but food and drink, that’s about all you can do anyway. She watched as birds flew past the window bolted shut. She couldn’t reach it if she wanted too, with that hole in the floor. She thought she could escape through it but three stories is a bit far down.

Wandering down the path to the pond had become a daily routine. Even when the weather wasn't cooperating like today with the wind and rain, Jerry still took the morning stroll down the path until he reached the pond. Although there didn't seem to be a particular reason Jerry did this to anyone looking in from the outside, those who knew him well knew exactly what was going on. It could all be traced back to a specific incident that happened exactly 5 years previously.

Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her fingers. This was the weapon her father had shown her how to make when she walked alone to her car after work. She wished that she had something a little more potent than keys between her fingers. It would have been nice to have some mace or pepper spray. He had been meaning to buy some but had never gotten around to it. As the mother bear took another step forward with her cubs in tow, she knew her fist with keys wasn't going to be an adequate defense for this situation.

There are only three ways to make this work. The first is to let me take care of everything. The second is for you to take care of everything. The third is to split everything 50 / 50. I think the last option is the most preferable, but I'm certain it'll also mean the end of our marriage.

It really doesn't matter what she thinks as it isn't her problem to solve. That's what he kept trying to convince himself. She was trying to insert her opinion where it wasn't wanted or welcome. He already had a plan and even though that plan didn't correspond with what she wanted him to do or what should be done, it wasn't her decision to make. The question now became whether he would stick to his convictions and go through with his plan knowing she wouldn't approve.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow in more detail at our meeting, but I think I've found a solution to our problem. It's not exactly legal, but it won't land us in jail for the rest of our lives either. Are you willing to take the chance?" Monroe asked his partner over the phone.

It had been a simple realization that had changed Debra's life perspective. It was really so simple that she was embarrassed that she had lived the previous five years with the way she measured her worth. Now that she saw what she had been doing, she could see how sad it was. That made her all the more relieved she had made the change. The number of hearts her Instagram posts received wasn't any longer the indication of her own self-worth.

There was a time in his life when her rudeness would have set him over the edge. He would have raised his voice and demanded to speak to the manager. That was no longer the case. He barely reacted at all, letting the rudeness melt away without saying a word back to her. He had been around long enough to know where rudeness came from and how unhappy the person must be to act in that way. All he could do was feel pity and be happy that he didn't feel the way she did to lash out like that.

They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river was green. The river likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was and had always been the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this day the green river was a fluorescent pink.

It wasn't that he hated her. It was simply that he didn't like her much. It was difficult for him to explain this to her, and even more difficult for her to truly understand. She was in love and wanted him to feel the same way. He didn't, and no matter how he tried to explain to her she refused to listen or to understand.

It had been a late night. To be more correct, it had been an early morning. It was now 3:00 AM and George was just getting home. He wasn't sure if it had been worth it. He was supposed to have been finished by 10:00 PM, but his boss had implored him to stay and help when it was clear they weren't going to meet the 10:00 PM target time. So, he had stayed an extra 5 hours and lost a good night's sleep for something he didn't really believe in, but he did anyway because he was afraid if he refused he might lose his job.

Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to believe her. She had done everything right and she knew she would be rewarded for doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big lesson in life, but not the last.

Brenda never wanted to be famous. While most of her friends dreamed about being famous, she could see the negative aspects that those who wanted to be famous seemed to ignore. The fact that you could never do anything in public without being mobbed and the complete lack of privacy was something that she never wanted to experience. She also had no desire to have strangers speculating about every aspect of her life and what each thing she did was supposed to mean. Brenda was perfectly happy with her anonymous life where she could do exactly as she wanted without anyone else giving a damn. Thus, her overnight Internet celebrity was not something she was thrilled about as her friends told her how lucky she was.

The red glow of tail lights indicating another long drive home from work after an even longer 24-hour shift at the hospital. The shift hadn’t been horrible but the constant stream of patients entering the ER meant there was no downtime. She had some of the “regulars” in tonight with new ailments they were sure were going to kill them. It’s amazing what a couple of Tylenol and a physical exam from the doctor did to eliminate their pain, nausea, headache, or whatever other mild symptoms they had. Sometimes she wondered if all they really needed was some interaction with others and a bit of the individual attention they received from the nurses.

They had made it to Las Vegas, wide-eyed and with so much hope and energy. They had planned the trip for more than a year and both were so excited they could barely control themselves. They still hadn't realized that Las Vegas promised a place where dreams come true, it was actually the place where dreams came to die.

The kids were loud. They were way too loud for Jerry, especially since this was a four-hour flight. The parents didn't seem to be able, or simply didn't want, to control them. They were yelling and fighting among themselves and it was impossible for any of the passengers to concentrate or rest. He thought about politely tapping on the parents' shoulders and asking them to try and get their kids under a bit more control, but before he did he came up with a better idea. Sure, it was a bit sinister, and he'd probably end p in a lot of trouble, but he really didn't care at that point.

The time had come for Nancy to say goodbye. She had been dreading this moment for a good six months, and it had finally arrived despite her best efforts to forestall it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep the inevitable from happening. So the time had come for a normal person to say goodbye and move on. It was at this moment that Nancy decided not to be a normal person. After all the time and effort she had expended, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

He swung back the fishing pole and cast the line which ell 25 feet away into the river. The lure landed in the perfect spot and he was sure he would soon get a bite. He never expected that the bite would come from behind in the form of a bear.

It all started with the computer. Had he known what was to follow, he would have never logged on that day. But the truth was there was no way to know what was about to happen. So Dave pressed the start button, the computer booted up, the screen came alive, and everything Dave knew to be true no longer was.

He couldn't remember exactly where he had read it, but he was sure that he had. The fact that she didn't believe him was quite frustrating as he began to search the Internet to find the article. It wasn't as if it was something that seemed impossible. Yet she insisted on always seeing the source whenever he stated a fact.

The cab arrived late. The inside was in as bad of shape as the outside which was concerning, and it didn't appear that it had been cleaned in months. The green tree air-freshener hanging from the rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or not strong enough to overcome the other odors emitting from the cab. The correct decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to call another cab, but she was late and didn't have a choice.

Dragons don't exist they said. They are the stuff of legend and people's imagination. Greg would have agreed with this assessment without a second thought 24 hours ago. But now that there was a dragon staring directly into his eyes, he questioned everything that he had been told.

There was nothing to indicate Nancy was going to change the world. She looked like an average girl going to an average high school. It was the fact that everything about her seemed average that would end up becoming her superpower.

The water rush down the wash and into the slot canyon below. Two hikers had started the day to sunny weather without a cloud in the sky, but they hadn't thought to check the weather north of the canyon. Huge thunderstorms had brought a deluge o rain and produced flash floods heading their way. The two hikers had no idea what was coming.

It was hidden under the log beside the stream. It had been there for as long as Jerry had been alive. He wasn't sure if anyone besides him and his friends knew of its existence. He knew that anyone could potentially find it, but it was well enough hidden that it seemed unlikely to happen. The fact that it had been there for more than 30 years attested to this. So it was quite a surprise when he found the item was missing.

Sarah watched the whirlpool mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off the water swirling around and around. She stuck in small twigs and leaves to watch the whirlpool catch them and then suck them down. It bothered her more than a little bit that this could also be used as a metaphor for her life.

Matt told her to reach for the stars, but Veronica thought it was the most ridiculous advice she'd ever received. Sure, it had been well-meaning when he said it, but she didn't understand why anyone would want to suggest something that would literally kill you if you actually managed to achieve it.

There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all worked together. The problem was that neither was all that appealing. One would likely cause everyone a huge amount of physical pain while the other would likely end up with everyone in jail. In Sam's mind, there was only one thing to do. He threw everyone else under the bus and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to take the fall without him.

It was a simple tip of the hat. Grace didn't think that anyone else besides her had even noticed it. It wasn't anything that the average person would notice, let alone remember at the end of the day. That's why it seemed so unbelievable that this little gesture would ultimately change the course of the world.

Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air. She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.

I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an apology for how out of line you have been.

Greg understood that this situation would make Michael terribly uncomfortable. Michael simply had no idea what was about to come and even though Greg could prevent it from happening, he opted to let it happen. It was quite ironic, really. It was something Greg had said he would never wish upon anyone a million times, yet here he was knowingly letting it happen to one of his best friends. He rationalized that it would ultimately make Michael a better person and that no matter how uncomfortable, everyone should experience racism at least once in their lifetime.

He was aware there were numerous wonders of this world including the unexplained creations of humankind that showed the wonder of our ingenuity. There are huge heads on Easter Island. There are the Egyptian pyramids. There’s Stonehenge. But he now stood in front of a newly discovered monument that simply didn't make any sense and he wondered how he was ever going to be able to explain it.

At that moment he had a thought that he'd never imagine he'd consider. "I could just cheat," he thought, "and that would solve the problem." He tried to move on from the thought but it was persistent. It didn't want to go away and, if he was honest with himself, he didn't want it to.

There were a variety of ways to win the game. James had played it long enough to know most of them and he could see what his opponent was trying to do. There was a simple counterattack that James could use and the game should be his. He began deploying it with the confidence of a veteran player who had been in this situation a thousand times in the past. So, it was with great surprise when his opponent used a move he had never before seen or anticipated to easily defeat him in the game.