#i love clunk dude

[jash-updates]

Best Character Ever Just Dropped

[With a lotta lore scattered across way too many damn conversations ]

The Recorder Saga:

Okay long post over.......clunk <3

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

if i was absolutely FORCED to go back in time to high school i think the one thing i would change would be. being more involved w the theatre kids

[offical-ouroboros]

dude your unknown x readers are SO. HOUGHHHHH /POS,,, there is so little content for it anywhere but yours is utterly DELECTIBLE, if u do post the singularity thing you wrote i would be more than happy to read it bc i also love that freaky lil chewed gum looking son of a bitch 🩵🩵🩵 - a-monsters-chew-toy

yesyyeysyeysyeysyeysyyeysyeysysys I love finding other people who enjoy monsters like me (*´꒳`*)

Please note this entire thing was written with me in mind and I didn't actually expect anyone to be interested... And it's a bit of a three parter! If you like this one, I'll post the second piece as well :3

Feel free to request anything specific you'd like for future posts!!!

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Should or Shouldn't - 1

CW: yandere stuff idk, hux kidnaps you lol, heavy projecting on reader character because this was from my docs fanfics, not proof read cos these are my late night rambles, slight nsfw implications through speech??? man idk I'm crazy for hux, male pronouns for reader lol

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Thunk.

You dropped the pallet down, stunning the creature.

“You should not do such things.” Its glitchy, monotone voice uttered.

You paused.

You didn't even really have time to run before it spoke.

And for some reason…

“S… Sorry.”

It paused.

Then its sleek, metal leg crushed the wooden planks under it.

And you didn't move.

And it didn't hurt you.

“Is this the part where I run?” You speak up, half jokingly.

“No.” It says plainly.

“Calibrating... Your refusal is futile.”

“I- Sorry…?” You say again.

“You are not fit for this experiment. I will be taking you now.”

“W-What?!” You cry out, trying to take a step back.

It quickly grabs you, clutching the back of your shirt with its claw.

“You should thank me for this.”

You tense.

“T-Thank you…?”

You're so confused.

“Good worm.”

Things just continued from there.

You stayed in its grasp as it brutalized the others in the trial, mangling their legs so they'd just bleed out.

And then, when the realm was about to collapse…

You just went unconscious.

+

Waking back up was a nightmare.

At least, you wished it was.

You were somewhere in its realm still- The Entity’s hand picked wreckage of whatever planet the Singularity had come from.

You were on the floor. It was cold. But on the bright side, there seemed to be… Some kind of fabric near you. Large enough to cover most of your body, if you curled up.

You start to stir more, pushing up before falling flat back down as your limbs buckle under you.

Yelping in pain, you can't help it but cry.

Your pain is only worsened when you feel… Something… Coiling around your ankle.

It's like the fleshy plants of this planet. Like the nasty growths of skin covering the Singularity’s robotic form.

You whimper and tug on it, panic setting in.

There's a few odd clunks- Getting closer.

But you're too terrified to process them.

“Stop struggling.” Its voice suddenly speaks up, shocking you out of your efforts. You scramble back, still laying on the ground.

“Refusal is futile. You are safe now.”

In what world was this safety?

"What are you talking about?"

“Your inferior mind was no match for future experiments.”

“Lemme go-” Your voice cracks and you break down into a sob. “Lemme- Lemme go!” You cry out louder, quivering as you do so.

“You are emotional. It is amusing.”

You shake as your fists ball up. Leaning back against the ruined barrels and such behind you, you simply break down sobbing.

It stares at you, motionless.

“You should not be crying.” There's… It almost sounds genuine. Like it can't understand why you'd be upset with it.

You don't respond. Just cry.

Shuffling closer, its scythe arm brushes against you.

Of course, you flinch away, whimpering. But…

Its head tilts slightly.

“Stop it.” It utters. “Your whines are irritating.”

You keep crying, curling up slightly.

“ . . . Analyzing situation.”

“Calibrating.”

“What is the problem?”

You scowl, glancing up at it.

“You took me.” You hiss.

“Incorrect. I have saved you.”

“You kidnapped me!"

“You were going to get yourself killed. I have saved you. You thanked me.”

You tense.

“Why are you acting up now?”

You tilt your head down, feeling just barely calmer.

“You scare me.” You mumble.

“A logical response.”

“So you'll-”

“You are never leaving.”

Shudder.

“Fuck you! I hate you!” You scream.

“Your emotional blabbering has lost its charm. I advise you to stop. Or I will make you.”

A harsh huff leaves you. “What? You'll kill me? Good. I don't want to be-”

You're slammed against the barrels behind you. A quick breath is forced out.

“It will be slow. Painful. You will not die.”

You're back to sobbing, completely hysterical.

“There. There. Be a good worm.” It's pressed closer to you… Oddly intimately. Its right arm is behind you, forcing you to lean into it or risk being cut.

“I hate you.” You whimper.

“Your emotional outburst…. Is valid. You will not be punished for them. If you stay put.”

You swallow, lower lip quivering. And… Hesitantly lean into him, nuzzling softly.

“There. Good…”

It seemed to stop itself from saying something.

“P… Please get- Get my leg out.. Out of th… Please?” You struggle to find the words. “I'll- I'll stay right here. I just… Don't like being tied up when I don't wanna be…”

“Beg for it.”

“ . . . I'm- I'm not gonna-” Your ears move in embarrassment.

“Then it stays.”

“ . . . Mh-” A weak sound escapes you. “Okay.” Your voice is so quiet.

“Little worm is deceptive. He stays until his superior can trust him.”

A little whine escapes you, and you nod.

It's not like you could do much else.

Maybe it would kill you. Maybe, like it said, it would just torture you. The Entity had already allowed it to take you. To remove you from Her trials. Maybe forever. Maybe just until it got bored of you. And by then, She'd likely be bored too. And you'd finally, truly die.

But no.

The Singularity would keep you.

Forever.

You were human.

Bound to have some reaction to anything it did.

The slightest change could spark a massive, brand new reaction.

And it would love to…

Study you.

That's all this was.

Right?

[cloverque]

up on tokio hill (msby bj)

masterlist, ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)

upon arriving in tokio hill, a misunderstanding occurs the moment you show up. your new housemates seem like a lot to deal with– and a lot more handsome than you expected. but things will work out, will it not?

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“I swear I’ll call security on ya if ya don’t leave right now!” The blonde man before you shook his phone in the air, ready to fulfil his threat. His orbs were flaming with the fury of a thousand suns and his face was pulled back to a snarl– he looked like he was ready to drop-kick you out of the house itself.

“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. I don’t even know what’s going on!” You held up your hands defensively and stood firmly (as much as you could without shaking).

The urge to take flight in the face of a livid, insanely handsome dude was so strong that you may just leave the country altogether. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first day at the share-house would go.

“Everyone calm down!” Another man begged. Behind the silver haired man is an oven with smoke leaking out of. His hands were held up as well, like the scene in Jurassic World and the raptors.

For the love of the gods, Uncle Tai, what have I gotten myself into…?

(A few hours ago…)

Tokio Hill was a quiet suburb in the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t exactly what it sounded when Uncle Tai had introduced it– you’d imagine it was a bumpy piece of land with tall grass and mice scurrying about. According to Google, it was home to plenty of rich folks, celebrities and some of Japan’s biggest sensations. It used to be a paparazzi hotspot until the local authorities decided to protect the inhabitants by conducting regular security checks. There were even a couple of police outposts in the area.

It was a wonder how a normal person could afford living in such a high end place. If it weren’t for your ‘niece discount’, you would never have moved into the area. Uncle Tai barely told you about the other tenants, but they must have been loaded. With that said…

“How on earth did Uncle Tai bag this place?” You wondered aloud as you stood outside a gated property, a pet carrier in one hand and a luggage bag in another.

This house was unlike the (extravagant) others down the road. An off white coat of paint with a deep, navy blue roof. It had a number of floors, you guessed three altogether. The fence had barely any gaps between them, preventing you from peeking through. It did a splendid job obscuring the ground floor from public view, but the other floors were visible.

A meow came from the carrier. You peered inside; a stubby Sphynx sat comfortably inside, whiskers twitching curiously. You slipped your fingers through the gaps to rub its hairless head.

“Oh Meru, I guess our new life starts today,” you whispered. Its bright blue eyes twinkled with (what you assumed was) curiosity. Your pet mewed back as you returned your focus to the house.

It all starts here. A fresh start. You inhaled deeply then exhaled. It’ll work out– it has to.

You approached a smaller gate that was off to the side of the entrance. A silver intercom was built into the gate. You pressed the biggest button, probably the doorbell. It didn’t take long before you got a response.

Static buzzed from the intercom. A man’s voice crackled, “...Ello? Hey, hello?”

You straightened up, “Hi! I’m new here. Today’s my first day, and–“

“Oh, I know you! Yeah, come on in,” The man interrupted. The crackling stopped and you the gate clunked. Gingerly, you pushed it open and entered the estate.

The front yard was huge, accommodating two shiny cars and a front yard. Concrete seemed to extend around the area, tall enough that you doubted you’d be able to see the other side without a ladder. Lining the walls were hedges; green and freshly trimmed. Off to a corner was a grassy area with an outdoor swing and bird fountain. A fish carved from stone spewed a steady stream of water into the pool.

Your eyes wandered around as you moved towards the main door. Footsteps thudded inside the house before the door swung open. A giant loomed over you and Meru. Your pet cat and you simultaneously tilted your heads up to look at him– a man with silver hair, peppered with grey tips. He was all smiles in a frilly apron.

This guy must be almost two metres tall! Both your cat and you stared in awe. You stared holes at the super girly apron. A magical girl was printed on the front. M-Moe gap…

“I was expecting you! Come on in,” he patted his hands on the apron, “I’m in the middle of something, so you can just do the second floor first.”

“Okay. Wait, what-?”

An alarm sounded inside the house. The man whipped his head towards the source before turning back to you. “Uh oh, we gotta hurry! Come on in already,” Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You clambered in, luggage and all, and Meru screeched from its rocking carrier. Full of apologies, you tried to console your pet whilst he shut the door. He noticed Meru, who stood on its haunches at the salt and pepper haired man.

“You can leave your things here first,” He gestured where you stood. When you set Meru on top of the shoe cabinet at the entrance, he reached out to you. His larger hand enveloped your wrist effortlessly and he began pulling you along. His hold was gentle enough so as to not bruise, but secure enough to make sure you couldn’t run. The unwarranted warmth on your wrist gave you goosebumps.

What on earth was going on? This was some sort of misunderstanding, right? Before you could process that thought, he stopped at the end of the hallway, where a closet awaited. He rummaged through it and produced a few items.

“Here’s what you’ll need. This, this– oh, this too…” Without looking, he handed you cleaning tools: bleach, sprays, gloves and more.

As he progressively piled more into your arms, the alarm continued beeping in the background. You practically cradled the load, “Umm, mister, I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I’m actually-”

The man ran off to the kitchen, where a cloud of grey began seeping from an oven. He screeched incoherently and began fussing over whatever it was inside. As he began murmuring to himself, you sighed. There was no way of getting through to him. At least, not now.

You took in the living room slowly. In the corner of the house was a flight of stairs. The rest of the place was split into three areas: the lounge, dining area and kitchen. The lounge was furnished with a massive flat screen television and a long couch. In-between was a paper strewn coffee table and magazines haphazardly stacked. Meanwhile, the kitchen was occupied by none other than the silver haired man, who stood by marble countertops. There was an island table as well, though it seemed counterintuitive when there was a dining table present.

The layout of the place was exactly like the photos Uncle Tai had sent you. And the place was big. As expected of a private estate in a posh area. Again, how did your good for nothing uncle score this place…?

You looked at your cleaning supplies. He said just the second floor, right? Maybe he’d listen to you afterwards. You waved goodbye to Meru and began your way up the flight of stairs, tools in hand.

When you reached the second floor, you peered around the corners to view the hallway. There were three rooms available, two on either side. One of the doors had a little sign that read ‘bath and laundry’. You peeked inside: there was a common area with a sink and mirror that stretched across one wall. Laundry machines and baskets were on the other end, with one of the baskets piled up with off-white sheets. You walked deeper in and into the connected shower room, which had a huge bathtub. On the shelves built into the walls were a mess of different bottles of miscellaneous hygiene items.

There was a lot to be done, you realised as you walked out of the shower room. You approached the laundry and realised there were jars of different powders on the shelves hanging above the laundry machines. There was even a note, a handwritten one with a few annotations. You scrutinised it with a squint.

“For every extra bedsheet, use a third of a cup of detergent. Only use this brand of fabric softener for the sheets. I will come after you if they are not properly washed,” You read aloud. A giggle escaped you, “What the heck? They sound like a troublesome person.”

You eyed the baskets– you could start with this one. The instructions written by the troublesome person could guide you for your first task. The counters and shelves could do some wiping and reorganising as well.

“Guess I better get started,” You left to return downstairs, “I better set these things down first before I drop them.”

While you laid out your cleaning appliances, a man entered the laundry-cum-wash room. The man pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his blonde hair. It fell to the floor, along with the sweatpants he had shimmied out of. He swooped up his clothes and hung them over one of the baskets. Quietly, he closed the bathroom door behind him, forgoing the decision to lock it. After a shower, he stepped into the bathtub for a soak. With a long arm draped over one side, he closed his eyes and began dozing off. Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the door, you had begun to do the laundry.

　The tumbling of laundry filled the room. You watched the sheets toss and turn inside the machines as you squatted, hands on your knees. Thanks to the meticulously written notes, it was easy to figure out the buttons and amount of detergent to use. While they were washing, you wiped down the counters and surfaces. Your cleaning rags were coiled up in the bottom of the pail beside you.

While cleaning, you came to the conclusion that the guy in the kitchen had mistaken you for a cleaner. Uncle Tai must have told the tenants that you’d be here, right? There’s no way that bozo would forget to inform them… right?

“Knowing him, maybe it’s not out of the picture,” you sighed and rested your face in your hands.

You heard footsteps from the hallway and your face lit up. Was he finally free to speak? You turned expectantly but came face to face with another stranger. A half-naked man wrapped in a towel around his torso stood at the doorway of the shower. His hands tried to hide his exposed chest and his face was…

Oh– This isn’t good.

He let out an ear-piercing scream.

. . .

Oh right, so that’s what had led up to this situation.

You blinked at the blonde who droned on about the cops and trespassing. This guy was a broken record, nothing was going through him. His shoulders heaved up and down aggressively. Was it from anxiety or anger? It was hard to tell.

“Tsum-tsum, you gotta chill out! It’s the new maid Taichii hired, remember? He told us about it last week!” the silver haired man clarified. He still adorned the frilly apron with the magical girl.

“The new maid’s only supposed to be here when we ain’t around, ya moron!” The blonde man said, eyes wide. “I can’t believe ya let a stalker into the house, Bo-kun! Besides, it looks like she’s moving in, not cleaning for the day!”

He jabbed a finger in the direction of your luggage. Meru, who had been anxious throughout, flinched. It hissed in the direction of a frowning ‘Tsum-Tsum’.

You blocked his line of sight to Meru, “Woah there, you’ve really got the wrong idea. I’m not your stalker because firstly, I swear to the gods that I don’t even know who you are. And secondly, I’m your new housemate– I have the contract and texts to prove it!”

The blonde raised his brows before returning to his scowl. He seemed to ponder it over.

“Huh? So you aren’t our new housemaid?” The man named ‘Bo-kun’ blinked incessantly.

“Or a stalker?” The blonde folded his arms crossly.

Before you could retort, the main door clicked open.

“I’m home!” You heard a voice call out. Footsteps thumped in the hallway before another man appeared in the scene. This person carried a bag of groceries in one hand, and a cap in another. His bright ginger hair contrasted against the cream walls of the living room.

“I saw another pair of shoes at the entrance. Is (l/n)-san finally-“ He made eye contact with you and the others, “–What’s going on?”

“Hinata! Help–” Apron guy cried as the ginger hurried over. “Tsum-tsum thinks our new maid is a stalker-!”

“For the love of– How many times must I tell you guys that I’m neither!” You threw up your hands in desperation.

The ginger blinked once at you before looking at the others, “Did you guys forget? Taichii-san’s niece is joining us here starting today. Isn’t this (l/n)-san?”

The three men turned their heads to you. A long sigh escaped you. It seemed like they would finally listen. Thank the gods for this man named Hinata.

　Meru roamed freely in the living room, sniffing the kitchen counters. It approached the oven, which was half-open. A tray of burnt cookies sat inside, and your cat ran off after a tentative sniff. Meanwhile, you stared at the men sitting across from you. They had introduced themselves briefly, and the three men across from you were known as Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.

Uncle Tai forgot to mention that I’ll be living with a bunch of dudes, you side-eyed your sphynx. As if it could hear your thoughts, the hairless cat mewed back.

“I’m so sorry, (l/n)-san,” Bokuto blushed. He sat across you at the dinner table, his forehead practically squished against the surface as he bowed apologetically. His form was shrunken with embarrassment, his broad shoulders drawn in.

Atsumu sipped on his mug of coffee. He appeared indignant over the situation, as much as someone could be after accusing an innocent person of a crime. He would send not so inconspicuous gazes your way too. As you stared pointedly, your eyes met and he averted his gaze. An irk mark formed on your head.

This guy hates to swallow his pride, huh? What an asshole.

Whilst sparks flew between the two of you, Hinata scratched his cheek. He sat in between the others awkwardly. “This vibe makes me feel like I should apologise too…”

“It’s been a while since I heard of the news and I… completely forgot… and mixed up the housecleaning visit with your moving in. I’m terribly sorry for making you clean the place up–!” Bokuto added, still grovelling.

You held up your mug of coffee, “It’s fine now, Bokuto-san. And please, there’s no need for you to do this. It’s okay.”

He lifted his head cautiously and you reassured him with a nod. You took a tentative sip.

“How can we make it up to you?” Hinata spoke up, to which you rubbed your chin.

Meru mewed at the foot of the table. You lit up and turned to the trio, “Oh, I know. How about you show me around the house?”

It didn’t take much convincing for a house tour. Although, a certain blonde had slipped away during the tour, refusing to entertain your questions. The remaining duo properly showed you around the house, including the backyard. They shared that sometimes, they would have barbecues with friends, though rarely. You learned that Atsumu and Bokuto stayed on the second floor, which probably explained how the former had entered the bathroom without you knowing, due to it being right across his room. Meanwhile, Hinata, another tenant and you stayed on the third floor. As for the toilets…

When you enquired about it, the guys exchanged a look before Hinata sheepishly said, “Taichii-san had specifically requested that you use the third floor’s bathroom only… Um, he mentioned that it wouldn’t be right for a lady to share a bathroom with men she had no familial relation with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being a bother,” Your eyes widened.

“It’s totes fine. We’re not at home much... Besides, we only have toilet fights when Tsum-tsum’s in the kitchen. Which is rare-” Bokuto rambled before Hinata slapped a hand over his mouth. The man with salt and pepper hair blinked in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it!” The ginger grinned. You raised a brow. That wasn’t reassuring one bit.

They led you to your room and the duo retreated downstairs. You watched them leave with Meru in your arms. You stood outside a room, the only one with a sign hanging on the door. It was your name arranged in hiragana with wooden blocks. A flower was even glued to the end.

Does Uncle Tai think I’m still in preschool? You tried to take it down only to realise it was superglued to the door. An irk mark formed on your head. A certain bozo was about to hear it from me later on the phone…

You closed the door behind you and set Meru down. Its tail trembled curiously as it inspected the floor. Gazing around the room, you noted the stacks of cardboard boxes in a corner. Huh, Uncle Tai really wasn’t lying when he said this place was bigger. You sat down on the bed. The naked mattress was soft yet firm, awaiting to be clothed in sheets. The evaporated stains of cleaning liquid on surfaces notified you of its recent cleaning. And much to your pleasure, the room was modestly furnished the way you had requested it to be. Just a table, wardrobe and cabinet.

Suddenly, you were reminded of your luggage at the door. You had forgotten about it during the chaos. It was the least of your worries when you were dealing with the probability of being arrested. You opened your door and peeked out of the room. Unexpectedly, your luggage bag was waiting outside. You glanced around the hall and at the stairs.

Someone has helped you out! You watched for any movement at the stairs but neither saw nor heard anything. With gratitude, you muttered thanks and wheeled it in.

You spent the rest of your time unboxing and decorating your room. Meru helped by laying on the bed and its new sheets. It dozed off in the warmth that filtered through your windows. You made quick work of unpacking clothes and arranging your decorations and merchandise. As you finished setting up your monitors, you pondered over the earlier argument.

Why did the blonde guy react so explosively earlier? Was he a celebrity of sorts? You were certain that you were up to date with pop culture, but neither his face nor name rang a bell. Though you wouldn’t doubt if he wasn’t famous. He was as prickly as a sea-urchin but undeniably a handsome man. You rummaged through your pop culture schemas but produced nothing.

A thump outside your room broke your train of thought. You peeked past your door to investigate and found yet another giant in the hallway. What did the tenants of this house eat…? This man was dressed in a stylish turtleneck and coat, and he stood across you, fiddling with the keys to his room.

Suddenly, Meru mewed. The man in the coat spun around, keys in hand. Your cat yawned and nuzzled the bed. You met his obsidian eyes nervously.

“Umm, hello…” You started. He stared back.

Despite wearing a mask, he was also quite the looker. Why was this house full of good looking dudes? Was he a celebrity of sorts too? The man had a mop of curly dark hair atop his head and two moles above an eyebrow. Wait, two moles? Your eyes widened in recognition, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!?””

Sakusa knitted his brows together. His mask twitched as he spoke, “Do I know you?”

“Are you for real? We attended class together in highschool . Remember, with your cousin Komori-kun. I was with you for all three years!” You gestured at yourself. He stared hard, as if considering what you had just said.

Heavy footsteps filled the stairway and Bokuto reappeared, “Oh! I see you guys have met already. That’s awesome,” He grinned and gestured over his shoulder, “C’mon, we’re heading out for dinner!”

“Huh? But I just got back,” Sakusa rubbed his temples with a sigh.

Bokuto simply placed his hands on his hips, “It won’t be good if you miss out, Yoomi! Besides, we’re having a welcome party!”

　By the time you set foot, it was already evening. The restaurant they intended to visit was within walking distance, on the outskirts of the city that edged towards the suburbs. Rows of shops were situated on one side of a river, where cherry trees lined along. With spring fleeing from Japan’s grasp, the trees had already lost most of their blossoms. That didn’t stop you from catching a lone fluttering blossom as you stood outside a restaurant. Warm light filtered through the paper screen doors as the sign above read Onigiri Miya.

The guys opened the doors and a windchime rang in the doorway. You peeked past their broad shoulders to take in the place. The interior was a modest mixture of Japanese and modern design, with cream walls and wooden floorboards. Customers dined at the counter that looped around the kitchen or on the floors, at the low tables. The clamour of conversation and oil crackling was almost homely, like the izakayas in back home. As your eyes scanned the place, a waiter with freckles practically bounded towards your group.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you guys!” The boy said. He must have been in high school with his doe-like gaze.

“Sup,” Atsumu grinned. He was surprisingly cheery despite the earlier situation, “Is Samu here?”

“He left earlier for a catering event. The boss has been busy lately!” He noticed you and quickly added, “Oh, who’s this?”

“She’s our new housemate. Taichii’s niece,” Hinata added, gesturing at you with a smile. You nodded shyly and the waiter beamed.

“Arighty! My name is Yuuma and I’ll be your waiter for the day!” He swooped up a few menus and gestured, “Please follow me!”

Yuuma led everyone to the back of the restaurant. This area was partitioned off with screen doors, and it was far quieter here. These rooms must be reserved for special customers. You entered the room last and everyone took their seats, leaving the only open spot next to Atsumu. It wasn’t your intention to sit beside him, so you made it clear by respectfully scooting an inch away from him. After inspecting the menu, and with thoughtful insight from the guys, you decided on a warm bowl of curry udon, with a side of a speciality onigiri.

An awkward silence fell in the room the moment Yuuma left to place the orders. You half-heartedly scratched the fabric of your clothes when Hinata spoke up.

“We haven’t had a proper opportunity to introduce ourselves, so let me start,” the ginger smiled. His amber eyes held a homely warmth that could melt the barriers of anybody’s heart. He gestured at himself, “I’m Hinata Shouyou. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“I’m (l/n) (y/n). The pleasure is mine,” You bowed your head. Mirroring Hinata’s smile, you added, “Uncle Tai and I share the same family name, so feel free to call me (y/n), if you’d like.”

“Can I call you (y/n)-chan? That’s such a pretty name!” Bokuto straightened up and thumbed at his chest, “Ah– And I’m Koutarou Bokuto! It’s real nice to meet ‘cha!”

Bokuto’s gaze arrowed at the blonde beside you. The former seemed to be staring expectantly for him to introduce himself. Maybe because of the awkward incident from earlier. Ah… this awkward introduction gave the vibe of adolescents during a mixer, or something.

“Miya Atsumu,” the blonde practically exhaled. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. He thumped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on it, “Nice to meet ‘cha, I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s nice to meet you, Miya-san,” Your smile wavered. Even if he mistook you for a stalker.

“Atsumu will do just fine.”

A half hearted sigh escaped you internally. Then there was Sakusa, who seemed disinterested in the conversation from the start. He had his gaze fixated on the wall behind you this whole time. Your eyes met for a brief second.

He spoke up softly, “Sakusa Kiyoomi. But you seem to already know that.”

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me. I was the class president in all our years in high school,” You leaned forward a little. Would that be enough to jog his memory?

Sakusa looked up at the ceiling, seemingly disinterested. You sighed with a dejected smile. Figures. It had been a number of years after graduation. So this reaction wasn’t much of a surprise. Your shoulders drooped in defeat.

“Sooo… does that mean you attended Itachiyama Institute?” Hinata spoke up. “What was Sakusa-san like?”

“I’ve attended since middle school all the way to high school. I may be wrong, but Sakusa-san transferred at the start of his first year of high school,” You lit up. Grinning, you cheekily added, “Girls were all over him for the next three years. It was never a boring day.”

“It was annoying,” Sakusa admitted. His focus remained on anything but you, but he indulged in a half-smile. “The only good memories I had were on the court.”

“Somebody’s shy,” the blonde beside you sniggered, “I’m surprised he had chicks when he’s this much of an asshole– Ow!”

Something thumped under the table. You could only assume Sakusa had kicked Atsumu under. A nervous smile creeped up on your face. Beneath his mask of calm he must have been riled up a little by that comment. Who knew he’d grown to be so petty.

Meanwhile, Atsumu grinded his teeth, “Fall over and shrivel up!”

The waiter returned with trays in hand. In a sing-song voice, he said, “Atsumu-san, please keep it down.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes and pouted. What was he, five? While Atsumu hyper-fixated on a dent in the floor, Bokuto helped Yuuma place the dishes on the table while Hinata began distributing cutlery. You took a pair of chopsticks and pulled your meal closer to you. The five of you shared a quiet meal, as much as one could when a blonde was seething beside you.

After some time had passed, you asked, “So are you all from the Kansai region? Except for Atsumu-san, the rest of you don’t sound like it.”

“Yoomi and I are from the capital, but Hinata’s from Miyagi.” Bokuto responded with a mouth full of ebifry. He took a swig of beer before exclaiming, “Woo! This stuff is great!”

Sakusa leaned away from Bokuto, a disgusted expression on his features. He shifted his meal away from the guy, who dropped a shrimp tail from his mouth. Meanwhile, Atsumu nagged at the guy to eat less sloppily.

Hinata chuckled before turning to you, “Yup, I’m from the more rural side of the prefecture. What about (l/n)-san?”

“I also lived in the countryside up until grade school. That’s when I moved to Tokyo,” you took a bite of a potato. It was soft and tender, like the rest of the veggies in the curry.

“I totally get it,” Hinata grinned. I can imagine it was a big change!”

“And now you moved from Tokyo to Osaka.” Bokuto prodded with half another ebifry sticking out from his lips. “Why’s that?”

You stopped mid bite. You raised your head to meet Bokuto’s eyes. The others were preoccupied with their food, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t listening. Like wisps of steam on a hot day, your appetite dissolved. Suddenly your curry udon and speciality onigiri didn’t smell so appetising anymore. With a far off look in your eyes, you managed a timid smile.

“I… guess I needed a change of pace.”

. . .

“And then she said to me… ‘Who do you think you are, asshole?!... And- Oh, I don’t feel sho gud…’” Gurgled Bokuto, who remained limp in Hinata and Sakusa’s grasps. They were practically dragging him at this rate, with how in and out of consciousness he was.

“He’s a goner,” Sakusa announced. He jabbed a finger into Bokuto’s face before clicking his tongue, “I even told him to hold back a little.”

Hinata chuckled. The tips of his ears were dusted pink but not as saturated as Bokuto’s. “He’s the life of a party. You’d know by now that Bokuto-san can’t stop once he starts.”

“I’m well aware of my teammate’s awful drinking habits, but we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. He’s going to whine about his hangover during practice…” Sakusa trailed off.

Night had long fallen upon Osaka, and the way back was arduous with a passed out drunk in your party. You laughed light heartedly as the trio in front of you stumbled over a pebble. A flurry of insults at the unconscious man in the group spewed from Sakusa. Poor Hinata tried to defuse the situation on behalf of a man who was too drunk to care. Frankly, it was hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Atsumu mumbled beside you. He was also tipsy, but not as bad as Bokuto. The two of you trailed behind the others.

Your smile fell, “Umm, it’s nothing.” You didn’t want him to misunderstand, so you quickly added, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I’m really happy.”

He hummed, seemingly in thought. A few moments of silence passed, and just when you figured that was the end, he muttered.

“Hey, about earlier.”

“Earlier…?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the blonde said quickly, jamming his fists into the pocket of his hoodie. The warm light emanating from the street lamps cast a gentle glow on the contours of his handsome face. His brows furrowed, “I’ll be honest with ya, I jumped to conclusions and said some pretty awful things, my bad.”

He must not have been used to this– he was chewing on his bottom lip. It looked like it took everything in him to apologise, if you could consider this an apology.

The corners of your lips tilted up, “It’s okay. I would’ve been pretty spooked if some stranger appeared in my bathroom too. I may have done the same.”

“Oh, I mean. It’s not like ya did something wrong. Something like this happened before… sorta.”

This had happened before? Your surprised gaze was missed by Atsumu, who fixated on the path ahead. His eyes were downcast, and you frowned. With a face like his, it wouldn’t be out of the question to have obsessive fans. But stalkers were a different thing, no?

“I think I misjudged you,” you commented. “You seem like an okay guy, Atsumu-san.”

He gave you the side eye, “Hey, just because I apologised doesn’t mean you can make fun of me.”

“You call that an apology?” You chuckled when Hinata called out suddenly.

“(l/n)-san, Atsumu-san! Can you help buy us some painkillers? We ran out and need some for Bokuto-san tomorrow!” He gestured at the FamilyMart nearby.

Atsumu groaned. He flashed an okay-sign to the guys before looking at you. “Boy, yer going to witness an ugly sight tomorrow. We’re going to buy five different types of painkillers only for Bokuto to refuse to eat any.”

He entered the store first. Staring at his back, you looked behind your shoulder at Hinata, Sakura and Bokuto. They were fussing over the guy in the middle whose eyes were barely open.

A smile crept up your face. Who knows? Maybe living with these guys is going to be alright.

“(y/n)-san,” Atsumu called. He stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

“Be there in a second!” You hurried over, shoes clacking on the pavement.

With the trio waiting outside, Atsumu and you searched the aisles for medicine. You took a handful which Atsumu dumped into a basket. As the two of you waited in line, your phone– which you had left behind on your desk– buzzed with notifications.

[maddie0101]

Skinny Love Series (Thomas TMR x OFC)

Summary: The greenie learns that there aren’t just boys in the glade and Blake can’t seem to take her eyes off of him.

Warnings: Language, Inappropriate thoughts?

Word count: 1,512k

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The greenie leans against a beam as he gazes towards the maze doors curiously, as the curly haired boy beside him rambles. "It's basically the same story for all of us." He hears the boy say—catching his attention. Chuck tightens the makeshift hammock behind him as the greenie keeps his golden eyes on the entrance.

"We wake up in the box, Alby gives us the tour...then here we are—Don't worry, you're already doing better than I did." Chuck says placing his hands on his hips. "I clunked my pants three times before they got me out of the pit." The boy continues rambling on as he then turns around to see the greenie no longer listening. Instead the greenie walks towards the maze.

Chuck lets out an annoyed huff before running after the newbie.

"Dude, where are you going?" Chuck's voice calls as his heavy and rapid footsteps sound from behind the greenie.

"I just wanna see." The greenie grunts in agitation.

"You can look around all you want but you better not go out there." Chuck warns as they continue walking to the center of the glade.

"Why not? What's through there?"

"I don't know. I just know what I'm told." Chuck stops the greenie before he gets any closer to the maze opening, reaching an arm out to stop the boy. "And we're not supposed to leave."

Just as the boy fell into step beside the greenie— three figures emerge from the entrance, running past the two gladers as the greenie narrows his eyes at them. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the third person in the middle, who was hidden behind the two boys.

A girl??

As the three people run past, the greenie stares at the beauty running towards them, her bright green eyes connecting to his dark honey brown.

Minho turns back to the two boys, adverting the greenie's gaze away from the girl. "Hey Chuck. New greenie, huh?"

"How's it feel to be promoted?" The other boy beside Minho asks as they continue jogging.

"Feels great, Ben!" Chuck yells back with a bright smile.

"Did he clunk his panties?" Blake asks as she walks behind Minho, referring to the greenie beside the youngster.

"Just about!" Chuck laughs

Blake eyes the new greenie staring at them as she continues running, noting his gaze on hers as she passes by.

From her quick glance, she notes his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His warm, chocolate eyes and his soft hair brown hair fall over his forehead as her green eyes scan over him quickly. He’s hot. Like bend me over hot.

Turning her head back in front of her she decides to ignore his presence, as she isn't one to take care of the greenies on their first day. They all annoy her and the others with questions she didn't know or couldn't answer.

As she can't help but not disobey what she had just thought to herself as she glances back behind her again. Okay, but seriously. What do these people feed them?

His dark brown eyes twinkle as Blake notes the specks of gold that surround his irises... are they honey, whiskey, or chocolate? The greenie's face has a few moles that litter the sides of his cheeks, a sharp jawline clenches as, he mirrors Blake's gaze.

I’m in trouble.. Blake thinks to herself.

Minho catches the brunette girl staring as they walk closer to camp. "You're drooling, Princess." The boy teases they walk side by side. Blake's gaze turns into as glare as she continues walking.

From the other side of the glade, the two boys stand by the entrance of the maze, the greenie still watching the runners—more specifically the female runner.

"Who's that?—And I thought no one was allowed to leave?" The boy questions as his eyebrows furrow

Chuck grins immediately—knowing who the greenie is referring to. "That's Blake, she's the only girl in the glade—and I said we're not allowed to leave, but they're different. They're runners—They know more about the maze than anyone."

"Wait, what?" The greenie finally takes his attention away from the girl, turning back to Chuck.

"What?" Chuck asks innocently, knowing he made the mistake of telling the greenie about the maze.

They weren't supposed to tell the newbies anything about the maze till they were settled in. Of course, Newt made that mistake when Blake first arrived, but that was quickly made into a new rule.

"What?—You just said the maze"

"I did?" Chuck tries to play it off, scratching the back of his head, nervously.

"Yeah" The greenie lets out a dry laugh, inching closer to the maze he stares into the entrance. A brand new set of questions flood the greenie's mind as he gazes between the concrete, intrigue floods his body.

From afar, Blake watches as the greenie nears the entrance gazing in, as Chuck rushes behind the boy to make sure he doesn't go in. "Curious one ain't he?" Blake blurts out to turn her gaze to Minho, who stands beside her.

Minho's arms crossed over his chest, as he lets out a scoff, watching the curious boy. "Reminds me of someone—" He hints as he turns his head to the girl with an eyebrow quirked.

Blake rolls her eyes but freezes when she sees Gally charging straight for the greenie. Great, here we go.

The girl pushes off of the ground as she jogs towards the boys who stand at the entrance. Barely making it twenty feet away before Gally pushes the greenie off his feet—sending the boy flying backwards. The greenie lands on the hard ground, squirming onto his back as Gally towers over him, screaming.

"We gotta stop meeting like this, greenie." The builder shouts as his veins protrude out of his forehead. Blood rushes to his ears as they turn red from agitation.

Blake skids to a stop next to the curly haired youngster as they watch Gally scream at the greenie. The newbie pushes his hands off of the ground to stand up, feeling the builder's frame towering over his hunched figure, the boy screams—"Get off me!" As he pushes the taller boy back.

"All right! Calm, calm, calm." Gally urges raising his hands up in surrender.

"Don't touch me!"

"Hey, just relax!" Gally continues urging the boy, trying to calm him down.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" The boy shouts angrily scanning his eyes around the group.

Newt and the rest of the gladers soon jog up to the frightened newbie, from hearing the commotion and screaming. "Just calm down, all right." Newt coos as his hands also fly up in surrender.

Blake stands off to the side watching the scene unfold, unamused. Her eyebrow arches at the greenie's obvious agitation and terror as the rest of the boys fall beside her.

The greenie freaks out even more.  "No, okay! Why won't you tell me what's out there!"

Alby raises his hand up trying to calm the boy down, inching towards him cautiously. Blake knows the doors are about to close, so she doesn't say a word.

She lets the boys handle it, as she does not have the energy to argue or explain. Usually, the girl has a lot of energy, but after her runs she gets tired and doesn't feel like dealing with it.

"We're just trying to protect you. It's for your own good." Alby says inching to the frantic boy.

"You guys can't just keep me here!" The newbie continues yelling.

"I can't let you leave." Alby tries to tell him.

"Why not?" The greenie questions angrily.

Suddenly the gladers hear a click coming from behind them, turning their heads towards the doors, the maze rumbles, making the walls start to move. A gust of wind blows through the opening as the greenie stares into the maze.

"What the hell?" He mutters in confusion

The doors to the maze creak, slowly closing as the gladers all stand by watching the doors close.

Blake stands in the same spot with her arms crossed, still watching the greenie. As the maze doors finally shut, making a loud echo sound—the gladers turn their heads back to the greenie.

"Next time, I'm gonna let you leave." Gally says walking past the group of boys formed at the doors.

The greenie turns to look at the gladers starting to head back, as he sees the girl still stands there with her arms crossed.

"Curiously kills the cat."

The greenie furrows his eyebrows at the girl's statement as she walks back to camp. Not realizing he’s staring at the girl walking away, the boy watches intently as her hips sway.

"Don't even try it." Chuck's voice startles the boy. "Minho will kick your ass."

The dark haired boy turns to face Chuck, making a frown as he clears his throat. "I—I wasn't—" he begins.

"Yeah you were—It's okay. She's hot—only girl in the glade, I get it...Just don't do anything stupid." Chuck warns him.

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Author’s Note: Short chapter, I know…I’m sorry. But I am editing the fourth, so that should be out here soon! The writing could be better, but it is what it is, I guess. 😅 Lmk if you would like to be tagged!

[startswitheff]

You Will Be Loved

Rating: E

Word Count: 22870

Relationship: Dean/Cas

Summary: Dean makes an ill timed wish. Inspired by this amazing post by @boyworstie.

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Sam set the overfilled box of curios on the kitchen table, heedless of the fact that several items spilled out onto the shining surface, and made a beeline for the fridge. He reached in and grabbed a bottle of his home-made cold-pressed kale "superjuice" and started chugging it. 

Dean turned around from where he was polishing the countertop and regarded his brother cramming his face full of green shit with distaste. Then his eye fell on the dusty items cluttering the tabletop that he had just cleaned and his grimace deepened. "Dude. We are about to have lunch."

"Awesome. I’m starving." Sam tossed the now empty bottle in the sink and stepped forward eagerly. "What’re we having?"

"Nothing, until you can clean that crap off the table." Dean folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, but dutifully shuffled back to the table and started haphazardly tossing items back in the box. There was a loud clunk and then the tinkle of broken glass, and Dean glanced up from his garnish to see Sam enveloped in a small cloud of sparkling pink dust.

"The fuck?"

Sam slowly turned around, looking sheepish and ridiculous with glitter all over his dumb face. "I broke something."

"Sam, that’s Asgardian itching powder. If you let that sink in you’ll scratch off all your skin within three days," grumbled Cas, bustling into the room with a pile of books in his hands. He nodded in the direction of the hall. "You should shower. Now. With holy oil!" he added as Sam hurried from the room.

Catching sight of Dean’s disgruntled expression, Cas sighed and set his books carefully on a far shelf before approaching the table. Dean tossed his rag on the hook and joined him, nudging his shoulder into the angel’s and peering down at the box. "What is all this stuff, anyway?"

"Cursed objects, mostly," Cas replied, eyeing the contents warily. "Sam and I were cleaning out store room 98 in advance of that shipment from Bobby’s old storage locker, and we found all these things that need to be safely contained in curse boxes." He sighed deeply. "But as you know, Sam gets a little… careless… when he’s hungry, so I sent him up here to eat before he caused too much damage. Clearly I was too late," he muttered, cautiously reaching towards something that looked like a gnarled tree root and setting it gingerly in the box.

Dean was feeling helpful, so he grabbed a set of three interlocked golden rings. "What’s this? It’s beautiful."

Cas tensed next to him before whipping a handkerchief from his breast pocket and opening it across his palm. He used his covered hand to quickly pluck the rings from Dean’s grasp. Wrapping the rings up snugly with a satisfying clink, he jammed the cloth bundle deep down one side of the carton. "Please be careful, Dean. Those were wishing rings. Who knows what the consequences would be if you’d expressed any wants or desires while holding them?"

Dean gulped and stepped back, wiping his hand across his shirt. "Jinkies, Cas. So that was like one of them Hand of God, Monkey’s Paw kinda things?"

"Indeed," Cas nodded. "Please be cautious which items you allow to touch with your bare skin until Sam and I get all the curse boxes sorted."

"Yes, dear," Dean smiled, and winked. "But you know that the only thing I want or desire touching my bare skin is you, right?"

Cas huffed and rolled his eyes, but Dean knew when he watched the pretty blush color his husband’s cheeks that he’d gotten to him and he took advantage of the moment to reel Cas in by the tie for a kiss. Smiling, he then pecked Cas on the nose and stepped back to grab the rag and spray again as the angel finished clearing off the table. He carefully set the box next to the books on the shelf and Dean spritzed the tabletop once more before washing his hands thoroughly. 

Dean gestured with his chin for Cas to sit and set a plate with a club sandwich and side salad in front of him before sliding in next to him with one of his own. 

"Thank you, beloved, this looks delicious." He took a bite of the sandwich and hummed in pleasure.

"Yeah, well, Sam’s will get cold, but that’s his own damned fault." Dean applied himself to his own lunch and the two men ate in companionable silence until only a few crumbs remained on their plates and Dean leaned into Cas, patting his belly. He closed his eyes, settling further against Castiel’s shoulder, and sighed when the angel looped an arm around his waist to hold him steady.

"You know, I don’t think that there’s anything I could wish for that would make me happier than I am right now," he murmured, opening his eyes to stare unseeing at the ceiling. "But I have done so much stupid shit, and made so many mistakes, that I would love a do-over for so many things in my past."

Cas demurred. "I think we both know that altering the past is… inadvisable."

Dean nodded, turning his head a little so he could bury his face in his husband’s neck. "Yeah, I know. And really I only did the dumbest crap when my back was against the wall and I was all alone and thought that nobody was ever gonna come for me. Not like you did," he mumbled, pressing a kiss just above the collar, and Cas shivered and tightened his hold.

"You have spent much of your life caring for others, Dean. I’m so happy now that you can allow me to care for you." Dean heard the smile in Cas’s voice when he spoke next. "Even if my sandwiches aren’t half as good as yours."

"It’s the thought that counts, sweetheart," Dean replied, pulling back to press a kiss to Castiel’s cheek. Cas grinned at him indulgently, but then his eyes became serious.

"I do regret that your childhood and even the first years of your adult life were so lonely."

Dean sighed again, his thoughts drifting to the past. "I would love to have a conversation with my past self, you know? Sit him down with a beer and tell him that he’s not gonna be alone forever. That he’ll be happy someday. Just to give him something to look forward to." He looked over at Cas, whose blue eyes shone with sympathy and understanding. "And who knows," he continued with a smirk, "maybe it would give him enough hope to get his head out of his ass earlier when he finally meets you, and avoids the whole will-they-won’t-they-for-over-a-fucking-decade-thing."

Cas chuckled softly. "I rather like your head where it is, Dean. And your ass," he added with a raised brow. "But yes, I would agree that our ‘courtship’, as it were, was unnecessarily drawn-out."

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[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #598

Top Ten Star Wars Droids

I wanted to do something this week to commemorate the release of Ahsoka, the brand new Star Wars TV series about, er, Ahsoka. She’s the padawan who was trained by Anakin and who ended up leaving the Jedi Order just in time to not be massacred by, er, Anakin. And she’s popped up in live-action in The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett, played by Rosario Dawson. And now she’s back! In her own show! Which hopefully won’t require me to have watched a trillion episodes of Clone Wars and Rebels to understand its various nuances. Because, er, I haven’t.

Anyway: Star Wars. I’ve written a little bit before how the bloom’s come off the rose for me, and how I’m just not very arsed anymore about anything to do with a galaxy far, far away. Having said that, I’m still quite excited about Ahsoka, even though the last time I was really excited was for the slightly disappointing Obi-Wan Kenobi, which left me wondering if I could ever feel the way I felt about the second season of Mando ever again. But Ahsoka has more Hot Jedi Action and David Tennant as a droid.

Which brings me to this week’s list. Because I do love Star Wars; the history and mythology and the breadth of the films and spin-offs. And I think one of the things it does really, really well is Give Good Droid. Here’s a fun aside: Star Wars owns the term “droid”, which I just figured was short for “android”, but is technically a Star Wars Term. Anyway, Star Wars has the best of all kinds of robots, which is quite a claim to make for a Transformers fan. I think what seals the deal is how weird, outlandish, and varied they are; not just valve-headed automatons, you’ve got men-in-suit type dealios, but also humanoid robots that are impossible – hollow-limbed, skinny, composed of irregular shapes; droids that could only be droids. Then you’ve got a variety of bucket-headed contraptions, clunking around on stubby legs or wheeling about; beeping, whirring little suckers. Then there are teeny tiny things, or spider-legged things, or flying things; all sorts of robotic buddies. It makes for a wild and wacky universe, and helps sell not just the fantastical nature of Star Wars, but also the in-universe ordinariness of these things.

So this is a list of my favourite droids from Star Wars. Mostly the films, coz I’ve not really watched much of the animated series.

And, for the record, I do actually think Ahsoka looks pretty ace.

C-3PO and R2-D2: yes, of course I’m cheating and sticking them together; how could I not? Long before those two women whose names nobody knew kissed for eighteen frames of Rise of Skywalker, we had the franchise’s premier gay couple; the bickering old marrieds of Artoo and Threepio. Like a classic British sitcom double-act, Threep’s all hifalutin and priggish and big-headed; whilst his cooler, cockier other half is the real brains of the outfit. But despite their contrasting personalities and temper tantrums, there is genuine love and affection between the pair; so much so that it make the franchise’s treatment of droids feel incredibly dark.  

K-2SO: a bandy-legged, towering figure, a former “bad droid” programmed to be good but still with a rather dour demeanour. His deadpan hatred of Jyn Erso and matter-of-fact pronouncements of doom is a source of great humour, so when he does eventually show her affection it means something; his heroic sacrifice is the throat-lumpiest moment in a movie full of sad, tragic, early deaths.

B1-series Battle Droids: I’m trying to stick to individual droids but that can’t always happen; here we have the whole lot of them, those beige “Roger, Roger” dudes with their adorably droopy faces, silly walks, and delightfully clanky sound effects. I just adore them; they really took a technology that couldn’t have existed (CG characters) to make something that felt of a piece with the old, classic Star Wars universe. They were funny but also felt like a threat; the moment they unfurl from their troop carrier has real menace. Shout out, too, to their bigger brothers, the B2, with their mean-looking sunken heads and gun-arms.

L3-37: a droid with a circular head, a real sense of character, and perhaps a bit of a delusion (or perhaps not…?). Like Alan Tudyk’s Kaytoo and Athony Daniels’ Threepio, there’s a lot to love here due to the droid’s performer; Elthree feels so Phoebe Waller-Bridge. She’s funny but also adds a lot of pathos to the film, with her championing of droid rights and (again) her tragic demise. She gets to live on as, essentially, the Millennium Falcon, which is pretty cool. But at the end of the day, it’s her weirdly sexual relationship with Lando that earns her a spot; although thinking about it, everyone’s relationship with Lando is weirdly sexual.

DUM-series Pit Droids: again with the entire series, but what’s not to love about these flat-headed collapsible robo-Stooges? Dorky little dudes who get into fights, carry heavy loads, and generally dick about causing a mess. They were funny in Phantom Menace and – if anything – even funnier on Mando. I just think they’re neat.

IG-11: another one of the newer droids, and another one who’s greatness may just be down to the really cool actor playing him. But we get a few different shades here; the murder-bot whose only function is to kill; and the nurture bot who will do anything to protect his charge. Again, he’s a droid who bows out tragically, but then – sort of – comes back again. And he remains funny and deadpan, his every deliverance in a soft, staccato Kiwi accent. It’s a bit gross that they used his body as a statue though.

R4-P17: perhaps an obscure one, but I adore her; she’s Obi-Wan Kenobi’s ill-fated little astromech droid, popping up in his Jedi starfighter to help guide him round the galaxy, release a tray of pots and pans to confuse Jango Fett, and transmit a message to the Jedi Council care of “the Old Folk’s Home”, something I’ve found intriguing and delightful since 2002. She has to put up with Obi-Wan’s grumpiness and – frankly – his dose of droid-racism, as well as living in the shadow of Anakin’s droid, Artoo. She dies tragically, too, decapitated by a buzz droid; it’s not played quite as heroically as some of these other droids.

EV-9D9 and 8D8: another couple; and I may be wrong (can’t be arsed trawling Wookieepedia) but I think they may actually be a couple, too. Anyway, these are also a touch obscure, but they’re Jabba the Hutt’s fantastic torture-droids. EV (Eevee?) is the red one with the cool flappy mouth who checks Artoo and Threepio in when Luke “gives” them to Jabba; “you’re a feisty one, but you’ll soon learn some respect”. 8D, meanwhile, is the lanky white one who’s cruelly burning a Gonk Droid and pulling the arms off a protocol droid. Together, they’re an ace pair of metal bastards; and I had both toys. Yay for torture!

GNK Power Droids: Gonk Droids; these are Gonk Droids. They’re massive cuboid things with fat little square feet, farting about in slow motion making stupid comedy sounds. Apparently they’re mobile power batteries, but who cares? They’re just a box on (short) legs, with no distinguishing features, and they make a silly noise and I love them to bits.

MSE-6 series Mouse Droids: ah, of course; how could we forget the remote-controlled toasters? Talk about your world-building, the fact that these tiny shoeboxes on wheels were tear-arsing around the Death Star corridors, utterly ignored by everyone, was another major facet in establishing the lived-in nature of this universe; these kinds of small, everyday droids were utterly commonplace. They also make a funny noise, and get scared when a Wookiee roars at them, and they’re just delightful.

Blimey, ten droids already! And that’s with me cheekily sticking some together in one entry. I know what you’re all thinking: no BB-8, what a travesty. But really I’m more gutted I couldn’t find room for one of those exploding Imperial probe droids; or even better, R5-D4, the little astromech who blows a gasket in A New Hope leading to Uncle Owen buying Artoo instead. I once read a story where Arfive was the first droid to develop the Force, and he foresaw the need for Artoo to be placed with Luke, and so heroically sacrificed himself. Anyway, he turned up again in Mando, so he can’t have been too poorly. So yeah: top droids. Sorry, BB.

[void-speaks]

And here are my thoughts on Episode 3:

Boy oh boy am I nervous as hell haha

Man.

IMAGINE IF RANBOO FACE REVEALS ON GENLOSS I WILL GO CRAZY

IT'S LIVE IT'S LIVE IT'S LIVE

The music rocks dude.

Also no more Showfall Media???

Maybe it's a bad idea to watch a horror project at 1 am but what else am I supposed to do lol, move the stream?

This music makes me think a saw trap will go off as soon as the timer ends.

I have no snacks so I had to grab bread.

Imagine if Ranboo completely disregards the "The Protagonist™️ must live until the end of the franchise" rule and kills his character 😭

I will never regret sacrificing my sleep for this.

3 MINUTES BOYS.

ONE MINUTE ONE MINUTE ONE MINUTE ONE MINUTE YOOOOOOOO

Kinda miss the elevator music.

30 SECS.

10!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S STRATIFJFNFJFNFKFNDKDKFKFKJGJFJFJFJFJFJF

LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

what the fuck?? Where did they get an entire mall??????

Anime intro opening slay

TV MAN TV MAN TV MAN DIFJDIRKFODKELIFIFID

YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYO HATCH????? HETCH??????

AUDIENCE POG POG POG HEHE

TURN OFF THE AUDIENCE???? NO DON'T TURN US OFF!!!!!!!!

TAKE OFF THE MASK TAKE OFF THE MASK TAKE OFF THE MASK.

I LOVE THE TV MAN HEHEHEHEHEHE

Why do I feel like he's evil.

Dude be walkin

Yo Ran fix that back pls.

Ooops. Sorry Ethan.

Why is he talking like that...

I no longer like TV man.

How did they get an entire mall to them?????

Oh no survivor's guilt moment.

Mmmmmmmm pots.

Wait is that Alex?? I still can't tell.

Slay. Hehe.

LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR.

TV MAN IS EVIL I'M SURE OF THIS!!!!!!!

I love when Ran zones out hehehe

HOLY FUCKING SHIT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

WHAT IS THAT ENNARD ABOMINATION LOOKING THING.

I think TV man is evil. Hate it eirhdjdbbfbfbrbrb.

They be standin lol.

People hehehehe

Oh? Another camera?

SOMETHING MOVED IN???????

When Ranboo hid behind the bush I thought they fell 😭😭😭

Okay wait so if these people are not the company then who is the company?? Or what is the company? Is the message of Genloss just be like: "Destroy Capitalism. Capitalism bad."?

WAIT ARE THEY LITERALLY TEASING RANBOO FACE REVEAL OH MY LORD?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Ranboo stare creepy

I SAW SOMEONE MOVE

Reassuring much huh

SINCE WHAT????? SINCE WHAT TV MAN?????????

Strong man bug arms strong boo

Just smash all of this. Literally just pour water everywhere lol.

Destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW FUCKING THANKS TV MAN.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MONONDOFKSIFNFIFNFIDJFICNDKDKCJFJFKFKKFKF PEOPLE OH NOOOOOOOOOOO

HOLY FUCK BLOOD OH NO I'M TERRIFIED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

NO DON'T YELL.

Oh em gee????

So is the message streamer industry bad?!?!?!?!?!?

YOOOO CHARLIE!!!!!!

EHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHREHHEHRHEHEHRHEHRHEHEHEHEHRHRHHRHEEH

CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE

Rip the Puzzler lol

DON'T YELL!!!!!!!!!!!

Was Charlie actually streaming???

SUBA OFNFDIDB3KJFDKFNCJFJFJFJDJDJRKRIFJFJDJNDNDMFLDLEJFJGN

Clunk and Wacky's lol

HOLY SHIT SOMETHING KILLS THE PEOPLE LORD OH NO

AAAAASAAASASSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAJSJAJSJSAASAAAAAAAAAAA

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN

IRKEKEKDIDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJJDJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFJFNFNFNFNNFNFNFFNFNFNNFJFJFFJJFJFJFJDJFJFJGJJFDJJD

I AM GETTING SHEEVERS DOWN MY SPINE DOFNDKDJDJFHJDJDJDJDJFJFJFJDJJDJDJFUFBDBDU

LORD DEAR GOD EIDNTJK4BDJFJFNFJGNFJDKDKFIJFJFJFJFJFJF

KNIFE TJME KNIFE TIME KNIFE TIME KNIFE TIME YOYOYOYOOYOYOYOYOY

They're so awkward lol

NOT THE PAN LOL

THEY'RE LITERALLY IM THE BACKEOOMS

They a runner they a trackstar

PEPO RUN RUN RUN!!!!!

What the fuck is heppening eith the glass bri??????

Who dat??

TV man!!!!!!!

WAIT SNEEG?!??!?!?!?!?!?!???????

Who are you?? Yeah who are they??????

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. TV man is not evil. TV man is dead.

Ranboo??? Ranboo??????

RANBOO????????????

KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAY >:D

Charlie is going through ut rn

OH LORD OH NO

RANBOO SAVE CHARLIE

KILL

Oh? No kill? :(

Not the Little Nightmares music.

This is not real is it.

Where's Charlie????

Wait no where IS Charlie????????

This is not real. This is definitely fake bro.

OH LORD

TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!

I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU EVIL MAN.

Squiggles!! Hi!!! :D

PLEASE LIVE!!!!!!!

NO DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE NO DON'T DIE!

BREAK FREE

BREAK FREE

BREAK FREE

BREAK FREE

BREAK FREE

NO DON'T DIE PLEASE NO DON'T DIE

Oh....

They wanna die. Okay then! Die is die.

Goodbye Ranboo!

Bye bye Ran! Was a pleasure!

Oh my lord... he dead.

So they really just crucified them huh.

No more Hero I guess!

Oh lord. 8 of them huh? And this one was the sixth one. Holy moly.

THIS WAS EPIC.

Can't believe we got both Swearboo and Faceboo holy shit!

Tho honestly at this point, in my eyes the mask is the face lol.

My head hurts lolz.

[heavy-metal-axe]

I have ambiance for Thai one boys

Poptarts and monster

Hey rented out a ducking mega mall

Four stories good god

I don’t trust this fella

Charles?

He just lied to ranbus how Tf do you expect me to trust this fella

Sub A

I love the two standing by the water cooler

Wanna make the key card so so much

I already have a WIP of ran’s mask

No how long has he been there

I need to know

A year? Like the first video

Or more like the first concept in real ranboos head

How many of these masked did they make

It says red on the board above must be the red one then buckaroos

No way we are already at the heart

I DONT LIKE THIS GUY

Btw I could never act as one of the mask guys my hands are way too ansy

I want the best for u

FUCK YOU DUDE

I DONT LIKE SEEING MY FAVOURITE GUYS BE SAD AND STRESSED

Makes me sad and stressed

WARNING VIDEO GAME IN PROGRESS Hahahahaha

GAMING MOMENT

AT TEN SUBS ILL GET MY BALLS OUT

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY

The puzzler actually died?!

NO NO JERMA WHY

JERMA FUCKING DIED NONONO

guys this is such beautiful cinematography

Sub A my boy you got mentioned!!

My favourite stores clunk and wacky’s

WHAT THE FUCK

RUN MY SILLYS

YOU GOT THIS YOU BUFF MASTERPIECE CHARLIE HOLD TAHT DOOR

the slime bucket is just blood

It’s hashtag confirmed

Stop making jokes I’m actually fucking tearing up at my

RUN AT LEAST DO A LIGHT JAUNT

back we’re we started. Fuck.

Getting some foot action from the camera

You were doing stuff to me NO PLEASE DONT REMEMBER THAT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Oh god.

Hetch a name that most likely has meaning but without it sounds like a emo middle schoolers oc

Ranboo is going beast mode oh gosh

This isn’t the end right?

Oh my god it’s the cabin

CHECK IN ON CHARLES did we do something wrong

Is this our fault

Please

SHUT UP U EMO OC YOU

fuck.

I’m such a loser why I’m a shaking and crying

I care far too much about this person and a character of his dying leaves me in shambles

God damn it man.

[the-clockwork-three]

Swan Lake is a classic for a reason. Beautiful story. Amazing music. Incredible choreography. I do wish Ireland had... Literally any other ballet playing. Our cultural scene is incredibly stagnant. Just Swan Lake and the Nutcracker. Anyways this is musing from the production I saw today (technically yesterday)

The set for this production was very Greek (???) to me, especially in Act 1. (Not in the sense of the phrase but actually like Greece). There was a lot of pillars, and marblesque seats and fancy pots full of flowers. The lake was a lake in the even acts and the Act 3 ballroom is very plain. However the costume design was normal, which is to say they could be from anywhere in western Europe. But they were all sparkly so that's a plus

Act one. That's a pas de trois. You cannot convince me that that dance with the bestie and the two girls is not a valid Grand Pas de Trois. A dance together, everyone gets a solo, then they are together again. Swan Lake says polyamoruos rights. And this polyamory really want a fourth, but Seigfried keeps being like "nah it's alright, you go ahead I'm going to stay here". He is NOT interested in their advances.

Random half-joking headcannons aside, the crossbow was like really pathetic. It was pure white with what looked like delicate carvings and gems and I genuinely thought it was a pickaxe for a second before I remembered the plot. It's just.... My dude that's not going to hurt a fly it looks like your mum bought you a nice decoration. Also, if your mum gives you a crossbow in the first scene I expect you to have shot it at the evil wizard by the last one. Chekhov's gun,,,, or what I like to call it, Seigfried's stupid little crossbow

Anyway MIME STRIKES BACK. We all know that ballet is incredibly tied to mime as an artform and so the only way I'll my communicating the concept of marriage from now on is by laying one hand over the other and giving loaded looks. Anyways ballet is so silly and I love it

Act 2. Cygnets. I love cygnets. Give me more cygnets. I've also performed a lot of act 2 so the music is a little burned into my brain. Watching it made my feet hurt from remembering standing still for 3 solos

Anyways, here we meet Seigfried's first, but certainly not last, cringfail moment. He is the lands worst marksman. God help us all.

Also he proves himself to be an absolute wife guy. Odette has this lovely solo and he's just on the sidelines giving her heart eyes.

Act 3 <3 I've said it before and I'll say it again. I LOVE WHEN BALLET IS CLOSER TO ITS FOLK DANCE ROOTS. Character dance? Yummy. 3/5 of the folk dances were character. AND TARANTELLA. I LOVE SPAINISH DANCES. Rad grade 4 dance f (maybe. Possibly) is my favorite dance I have ever done for a ballet exam. If you take nothing of this watch RAD grade 4 dance f. The tamberines in the fourth dance were clearly missing their cymbals though. You can hear the dancers pointe shoes clunking against the stage, you would be able to hear the tamberines. And when they smack the thing there was the merest clink. Again as I have done the tarantella in rad grade 4, I can tell you that dancing with tamberines is LOUD

And then we have Odile. My boy you're so fucking stupid. I love you, but you are good of heart, dumb of ass. But the dance was breath taking. Of course. Fouttetes<3 and then Seigfried's pirouettes à second<3 I do think the ballerina fell out of the last fouette so she might not have done the full 32, or if she did she needs to work on her technique of stopping. Show stopping though. And? Then? At the end of the grand pas de deux????? The way Seigfried gripped Odile's hand and pressed it to his cheek. Raw devotion. It made my heart wrench. My boy is just so fucking stupid.

It's also really interesting to me that the Grand Pas de Deux goes to Odile. Odette does not get the dignity other tragic heroines get. The main dance in her story doesn't even go to her. She doesn't get the fouettes. Her love, her spotlight, her story was stolen from her. I think that's what made this veiwing of swan lake different from my earlier ones, as I understand the structure of ballets now. Also this one I'm seeing live

Act 4. May have laughed when Wizard Man crawled off stage. He was so wet and pathetic. Can neither confirm or deny.

Alright back to the idea of devotion. Seigfried to his last breath looks to the sky for Odette. He tries to give her what he gave Odile by mistake, his declaration of undying love. He presses he head to her hands with a desperation. He would try a thousand times over if they had the time. Odette for her part forgives him. She raises him from the ground when he feels the weight of his sins pressing down on him. She does not hold a grudge, but that doesn't change that she is scared. She knows Rothbart is coming, and the other swans are anxious with her. But they stay together, because that's what love is, right? Staying by someone's side, through good and bad, and forgiveness.

I'll be honest, I was not expecting a kiss. Not every romance needs one yanno. Sometimes pressing one's cheek to their loved ones hands communicates just as well as a smackeroonie. And if someone never kissed me but did the hand thing, I'd believe they liked me (note to self, possible solution to icks the idea of kissing gives you.). But then they did kiss and :D tbf it's implied that they are both super dead and on the way to heaven but that's a happy end in my books

Anyways watch swan lake. It good.

[gu6chan]

im petty over a lot of meaningless stupid shit but letting me have my salt, one thing from the past year???? two years ago????? that makes me even MORE salty now that im actually trying to play dod3 is when i was doing my usual autistic bitching to someone like "yeah i loved the weapon wheel, the little clunk-clunk-click noise it would make and the personality it had and that they changed it with a quick-press system in dod3 is abysmal to me. "iTs MoRe CoNvEnIeNt" BITCH WHERE'S THE PERSONALITY??? WHERE'S THE FEELING"

AND THIS BITCH S W O R E, UP AND DOWN WITH THEIR WHOLE LIFE AND SOUL THAT DOD3 HAD A WEAPON WHEEL

And I'm like "bitch no it does not" and they were like

"Simon, I swear to god, Drakengard 3 HAS a weapon wheel"

And I was like "It literally does not you click a button and a new weapon appears that is a quick press system"

And they were like "NO, SIMON IT DOES HAVE A WEAPON WHEEL, IT LITERALLY HAS A WEAPON WHEEL"

And I'm SO 🤨 at this point because i SWORE i did not see any fucking weapon wheel, ive seen plenty of people bitching about the lack of a weapon wheel, BUT HERE IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER, SAYING IT HAS A WEAPON WHEEL so I'm like "ohhh, it has a weapon wheel, hmmm bitch? IT HAS A WHEEL THAT DROPS DOWN LIKE DOD1 AND 2????? WITH THE CLUNK CLUNK AND THE CLICK CLICK???? WHERE YOU CAN CHOOSE UP TO LIKE 8 WEAPONS???? THAT WEAPON WHEEL?????" AND THEY WERE LIKE "YEAH DUDE IT LITERALLY HAS A WEAPON WHEEL. DRAKENGARD 3 HAS A WEAPON WHEEL" and they were SO insistent I was finally like

"i dont Believe you......... but because you are my friend and have actually played this game, i will take your word for it : ) <3"

And so through unrelated circumstances and the usual passage of time, ive found myself attempting a playthrough of Drakengard 3

Bitch????? Where's the weapon wheel?????

THAT IS A FUCKING RHOMBUS.

[theboysfromaustin]

Part 2 of 3 of the Manchester trip

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December 13, 2009

The clunk of landing gear locking into place woke Ian from his drug-induced stupor, “Dallas?” “You slept through Dallas AND London.  Welcome home.” “Home?” Ian stared out the window.  It had changed in over 30 years, but it was unmistakable.  He gripped Kazuo's hand, squeezing, lower lip trembling.  Kazuo had spent a great deal of money to get them there, refusing Ian's offers to pay him back.

Kazuo kissed him, “You've made it.” “This means a lot to me…” “You mean a lot to me.  I want you to be happy.” Ian pressed his head to Kazuo's, “I'm so fucking hungry.” “Yeah, you haven't eaten since Austin.” “We'll go to a chippy.”  Gav yawned, stretching, “Food?” “Dude, we just ate breakfast at Heathrow - and you ate a ton.” “It's after noon, it's lunch time,” Anders tapped his Scooby-Doo watch.  “He has a point,” Maureen removed her eye mask, “Travel makes you hungry.”

Ian winced as the plane touched down, bouncing before settling on the runway, “I'm…home…” ‘What are we doing first?” “We should go see my parents…where I grew up…Jezza's house…was next door.  We'll see him tomorrow…”

—--

“Mum?  Dad?”

Ian knelt down in front of the stone, touching it gently, “It's been…30 years?”  Wow….um, I've got a lot of people to introduce you to…” He looked back, “That's Kazuo, and Gav - my beloved partners.  That's Maureen, she's my adopted mum.  And…that's Anders.  My son.  I wish you could meet them…..I love them all so much…”

Kazuo was the first to sit, leaning on Ian, “We're all taking good care of him.” “We love him dearly, he's helped each of us,” Maureen hugged her son from behind. “If it weren't for him,” Gav settled down.  “We wouldn’t have made it this far in life,” Anders embraced his father.  “So you can see, I’m doing very well,” Ian smiled, before his expression faltered, “Except…I didn’t come here just to see you.  Jeremy…you remember Jezza, well, he….I was able to love him, at least…”

Ian trailed off, “We're going to visit him tomorrow.  We're going to go see the house today, show them where I grew up, and hopefully not….run into…” Ian grimaced.  Kazuo squeezed Ian's knee, “It's nice to finally be able to speak to your parents.” “Yeah,” Ian sniffled.

He stood, “The house isn't far off.  Just a few miles away.  It's….gonna be weird seeing it again….” “Lead the way, big man,” Gav patted his shoulder.  Ian remembered the way there, eyes scanning the scenery, sniffling softly.

He pulled up to the curb, hands shaking.

“Dad?” Anders leaned forward, touching his shoulder.  “I…” Ian raised his head, before unbuckling himself and stepping out of the vehicle, staring at the row of houses, “It hasn't changed…neither has…” He lowered his head, “I'm sorry, Jezza.” 

The others got out, Kazuo taking Ian's hand, squeezing, “I get that it's weird, after all this time…even I, y'know…when my dad died…it was weird to go home.” “Yeah…” Ian moved up the path, staring at Jeremy's house.

Where he'd lived until his death.

He moved forward, gently touching the gate. “Do you want to go knock on your old door?” Maureen leaned on her boy.  “No…” Ian's voice was soft, “That's just one more wound to reopen.  I don't want to bother whoever lives there now…”

Ian sighed, “We should go to the hotel, get settled.  Today's been….difficult.  Tomorrow…I…” Ian shut his mouth.  He didn't want to worry anyone, but he had a theory.

A theory that maybe Jeremy didn't succumb to cancer.

He had a terrible feeling…

That he was correct.

[ghostleywrites]

A search for what is lost Ch 2

Ch 2- Ambush TW- Guns, lost siblings, violence, blood, vampires, dnd nonsense, tell me if I am missing anything thnx

Thanks for reading!

“Malachi, shouldn't we make a plan?” Lilith spoke, her breath forming clouds of fog in the chilly air.

“It's one guy why would we need a plan,” He spoke back, “two of us, one of him, sounds like a good enough plan to me.”

“I don't know dude.”

“We'll be fine. He's probably asleep anyways.”

“I guess you're right,” she said, looking at the watch that hung from her belt the sun would be fully set in one hour; “But just in case something happens-”

“Which it won't,”

“But you know I love my backup plans,” She quipped back.

“Yup,” He said, popping the ‘p’.

“Just in case, split up and meet back at the village. They will have to choose one of us to chase and we can both hold our own in a one on one.”

“Gotcha,” he held a thumbs up to her with a bright smile, “now we ready?”

“I guess.”

The two siblings approached the snow-covered cabin, surveying the area for any proof of life.

“This place looks desolate,” Malachi spoke, shuffling around the yard of the cabin and peering in through the half-broken windows.

“Maybe they got news of us coming and they ran?”

“Maybe, let's head inside; get some more information,” Malachi spoke while forcing open the door. The door opened with a squeak as dust fell from the frame. Inside the cabin, it looked worse. Furniture was knocked over, and covered in tarps and cobwebs.

“False report?” Lilith asked while dusting off a small picture frame.

“Probably, head back to the village to gather information?”

“What did I say before we even came in here?” Lilith said with a snarky tone.

“Oh shut up,” as Malachi finished speaking a loud creek sounded throughout the whole cabin.

“That wasn't us,” Lilith spoke softly, pulling her gun from her holster. Malachi didn't respond as he pulled his sword from his belt. The two carefully walked through the rest of the rooms clearing the whole place.

“There's nothing here,” Malachi said disappointedly.

“We didn't clear the perimeter so let's do that before we head out.” Lilith spoke, holstering her own weapon. The two walked out and carefully wandered the perimeter of the cabin and its land before stumbling upon something.

There, covered in snow, sat the entrance to a cellar. Malachi pried open the door, it opened with a loud clunk and revealed a dark tunnel.

“Ladies first,” He stepped to the side and motioned for Lilith to enter.

“What?” She responded shocked, “you have the short range weapon you go first.”

“I know, I’m messing with you.” Malachi climbed into the tunnel and carefully made his way deeper followed by the shorter sibling. “This is definitely it, Lil.”

“I have to agree so be on guard,” she whispered back, “being in this place makes it easy for us to get caught.”

“Then we'll just have to be fast.” The two made their way to the bottom of the tunnel to see a large poorly lit room. A few lanterns littered the room that was filled with blankets and pillows.

“Interesting layout,” Lilith said.

“Interesting indeed.”

Suddenly the silence was broken with a loud creak. It was the same loud creak that they heard earlier but this time louder, and followed by footsteps.

“They're here,” Malachi spoke softly, reading himself for the fight.

“Malachi, something is wrong.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Listen closely, that's not just one pair of footsteps.”

The two listened in silence, and sure enough, two, three, four. Four people walk towards them from different directions.

“Lil,”

“I’m on the same page.”

The two ran towards the tunnel, they couldn’t take that fight in tight quarters. As they ran, so did the footsteps, and they ran fast. Malachi got out first, he was always faster than Lilith, he was taller and had longer legs.

As she approached the door to the outside she felt a hand grasp her ankle, turning around she finally saw the face of her prey. Only she felt like the prey now. She froze at the look of the man grasping at her leg. He didn't look evil, other than the look in his eyes. He looked like just another man, with deep brown hair, pale skin, and deep burgundy eyes.

Lilith couldn't move as the deep red eyes pierced into her mind sending her into a frozen trance.

She was ripped out of the trance as Malachi pushed her shoulder down and fired his gun into the vampire's face. The smell of black powder filled the air, the strong smell of smoke and now blood was a nauseating mix.

“Lil!” Malachi shouted, pulling her backward, “let's go.”

Three more to go.

“Thanks,” She breathed out harshly.

“You owe me,” he laughed stiffly.

Two more crawled out from the tunnel after them.

“I take the one on the left, you get the one on the right?” Lilith spoke looking at the two in front of them.

“Sounds good to me.”

The two began fighting separate battles, Lilith used tree cover to stay at a distance whereas Malachi fought up close and personal. The two were doing well.

Forgetting about the fourth was their mistake.

Suddenly Lilith was tackled by a large body and pinned to the ground, her now smoking gun flying away in the snow. She yelped as her body hit the ground with a loud thud as she was pinned down by a large vampire, he looked the most sane out of the four meaning he was most likely the leader of this group. He had stringy silver hair that fell over his pale skin and bright red eyes that stared into the girl.

“Lilith!” Malachi shouted, turning around and seeing his sister on the ground under the beast.

Lilith pushed against the stronger beast as he smirked, “you're a lot weaker than the others, little Whitlocke.”

Malachi quickly slashed one of the beasts in half before he charged at the one pinning his sister just to get cut off by the other beast.

Lilith shivered as the beast got closer to her neck, “I wonder if you taste like your siblings little one” his breath tickled at her neck. His fangs glistened as he bit down on her shoulder harshly. Lilith reached down grabbing the small dagger from her belt and plunging it into his shoulder. He released her stumbling backwards hissing at the pain as he ripped the dagger from his shoulder.

“You taste even sweeter than your siblings,” The vampire’s face cracked into a wicked smile as he threw the dagger to the ground, “maybe I should keep you as a little trophy.”

Lilith turned, seeing Malachi fighting against the other beast. The girl ran towards her gun that lay in the snow, as soon as she grabbed it she turned and fired at the vampire chasing towards him. He dodged the bullet swiftly clawing at the girl's face before she could dodge. His sharp claws dug into her face creating a deep gash across her nose as she screamed falling backwards and clutching her face, the deep red blood splattered against the pure snow.

“You know, I was hoping for one of the others to show up,” He spoke walking towards the girl who lay on the ground clinging to her face, “but you are quite a surprise; who knew the Whitlockes had a little runt and another puppy running around. Let me introduce myself. My name is Athan. May I assume your's is Lilith my little runt?” He spoke harshly, grabbing her chin, wiping at the blood that trickled down her face, and licking it off his fingers.

Our conversation was cut off by a scream as Malachi sliced through the other vampire before staring daggers at the vampire holding his sister's face.

“I wonder if you taste the same,” He released Lilith's face standing up to face the taller twin.

“Back off my sister,” Malachi hissed at him.

“What a good protective pup,” He said with a sickening smile.

“Mal!” Lilith shouted to her brother, “do this together!”

“Yup,” Malachi said, readying his short sword as he stared at the vampire between them. Malachi charged towards the vampire.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ummm how about spamton x reader where spamton feels like finding true love from the reader made him free of his strings, he's finally free and they share a moment together and its all very sweet

I know its cheesy but 🥺🥺🥺🥺

No plot is too cheesy for me! (Under cut bc of spoilers)

......

"Spamton, that's enough!"

Silence rang throughout the basement's chambers as Kris, Susie, and Ralsei ceased their attacks and looked towards you. Even the roller coaster-like carts came to an abrupt halt as Spamton lowered his cannon, confused by your outburst.

"Don't you see it? We haven't been hurting you, we've been cutting your strings loose." You pointed out.

At first he didn't believe it, but as he wriggled around he realized...you were absolutely right. All but one wire remained hooked to his body. It was no wonder he was able to attack more freely during his turns.

"[Y/N]!! YOU..HAVE BEEN DOING THAT THIS WHOLE TIME?!! EVEN AFTER ALL THE [FREE KROMER] AND [LIFETIME SUPPLY OF] AGONY I GAVE YOU??" His grin faltered as a second realization hit him:

He was so blind to his obsession with acquiring your SOULs that he didn't see you were all trying to help him.

Yet he repaid you with bombs, spam mail, and pipis..

"I understand you're desperate, but you can be free without SOULs."

".....I can?"

"Here. If you'll allow me to finish this..." Glancing at Kris briefly, you smiled as they gave you a simple nod. A final ACT to snap the wire. And with your weapon you cleaved through the green string no problem.

Spamton landed on the tracks with a clunk, stumbling a bit to keep himself grounded. He was surprised his NEO armor didn't completely fall apart. But as you approached him, you stopped when he suddenly fell to his knees, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"I NEVER [Wanted This] TO HAPPEN, BUT...I-IF I DIDN'T [Shoot for the Stars] NOW I'LL NEVER GET THAT CHANCE AGAIN!!! YET....I REALIZED WHEN I TARGETED YOU AT YOUR WEAKEST, I HELD BACK."

"You did?" Come to think of it...he didn't attack you as ferociously as the others, even though you channeled your SOUL to produce many "big shots" to protect yourself. "I thought I was just good at dodging."

"[Y/N], I KNEW YOUR HP WAS SO LOW...MY PIPIS COULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN ONE SHOT. I-I DIDN'T KNOW [What You Were Doing] AT THE TIME BUT I COULDN'T BRING MYSELF TO FINISH YOU OFF. AND I GET IT NOW..I GET WHY I DIDN'T: YOU SWEET LITTLE [Hot Single In My Area] WON A [Free Ticket] TO MY HEART."

"The hell's this guy on about?" Susie grunted in confusion, only to be shushed by Ralsei. "What? Kris tells us absolutely nothing about meeting this----woah dude, are you...crying?"

Sure enough, the robotic puppet was indeed crying. Tears trailed down his cheeks as his hands shook. You stepped closer, smiling a bit as you weren't afraid anymore. You didn't have to be.

"Y'know as they say "if you love someone, set them free"."

"LOVE. YES!! THAT'S IT! THE BEST DEAL THAT COULD'VE COME OUT OF [My Life Savings]. YOU MADE ME FEEL...LOVED." He put a hand to his chest, the mechanical heart looking like it wanted to burst out again. "THERE ARE NO STRINGS ON ME...SO LET ME...REPAY YOUR....GENEROSITY."

All of you stood on your guard in case it decided to malfunction, but you were stunned when something else happened:

Spamton was encased in a glow that made him shrink back down. When it receded, he was back to normal, being taller than before and his suit taking on a multi-colored pattern like his armor. No wings or cannon were in sight, but he didn't care about that.

Only the person who saved him. The Lightner who didn't abandon him like all the others.

You.

He ran over and hugged you tightly, making you drop your weapon. His body wracked with sobs of happiness as he held you in a death-grip, though Ralsei healed you to make it a bit more bearable while you hugged him back. You could feel your neck grow wet with tears, but you didn't care. He needed this badly.

"I'M BACK AND I'M LIVING FOR MYSELF NOW..A-AND FOR YOU." He cried. "I PRAYED EVERYDAY THIS DAY WOULD COME."

"Now it's here, Spam. You're free." You chuckled as you patted his back, before gazing at the others, who smiled as well.

Ralsei was pleased that the power of love resolved things.

Susie still had a dozen questions about this guy but was otherwise happy for you.

Kris was glad they went through with the bizarre "deals".

[sinunamor]

Code: Keekers

(probably not as funny as I thought but oh well 😅)

Okay okay serious note. No pressure and if you decide to do this take all the time you need. Could I request some soft Arthur and Matt? And/or that omegaverse au you came with?

I know we have never talked but I love your art and your interpretations of these relationships (Specifically Arthur's and Al's). I just hope you're doing well my dude.

HEY YOU ACTUALLY DID THE uh fucken uhh the fuckEN THING

Now I'll post both 1 art and 1 part of the omegaverse fic I've been working on for a hot bit now:

here we have the fambly and the preview of the fic. see, ive been messing around with OV dynamics cos i really really d i s l i k e the standard...expectations? i guess you can say, on how an OV fic is typically presented? so bear with me. this is very experimental. you'll do me a grand favor of acting as my test audience! yay or nay if it even makes sense : D

all things related to this project will be tagged "epigraphes"!

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Projected Title: Èpigraphes

Projected ao3 Rating: M

Ship: FRUK

CW: OV, omegaverse

They had to abandon the paved, stone-cut wilderness for whispery fields and emerald hills. Whatever was left behind could not fit into 5 traveling trunks, every tight corner used for a few quilts, a kettle, a pot to boil potatoes, winter furs, a case of bottled oils, pigments, and graphite, a tea set, and the pups' clothes and shoes.

Clothes and shoes which will surely be outgrown next month.

Francis cleanly tore a tiny sliver of skin from the side of his thumb with his front teeth.

Arthur had not allowed for one possession, no matter how saturated it was in happy memory, to leave with them if it could not fit into a trunk. The only exception being Francis' wooden easel. It was a nuisance, however, to carry around crowded train stations and onboard ferries, but Francis could not bear to part with his treasured thing and so carried his extra burden without complaint. Oftentimes he wondered if he was merely lugging glorified kindling, from the way his omega was sending resentful glances as it clunked its way with them. Surely after 17 years, Arthur must have thought of many creative ways to be rid of it by now.

Francis began gnawing the other side of his thumb when he felt cool, calm fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand down towards his lap. Without much of a tired smile, nor a huff of disapproval, Arthur wove his fingers around Francis', anchoring him center on his lap. The omega's other hand continued to be occupied, rhythmically patting the back of their napping pup’s back.

"Ha-how could there be a house out here, when there's nothing around for miles!" 

Both parents looked at their overdramatic, secondborn omega pup seated across. Their reddish, wind kissed cheek pressed heavily near the horse-pulled cab window's edge. Sights of a patch of virgin forest and herds of grazing sheep were of no interest to this little pup of 6 summers.

"We only left the fishing village not too long ago," the eldest, keener alpha pup responded, not sparing anyone a glance as they read from a tattered copy of a favorite book. "And we did pass 3 houses, I know. I counted them."

Alfred groaned in mental agony, sliding down on their seat towards the floor while puffing their cheeks in an indignant pout. "When are we gonna arrive to our house?"

"Alfred, on your seat this instant," Arthur hissed, pulling away from Francis and reaching down halfway only to quickly realize he'd smother the other little omega loosely swaddled on his lap and disturb their sleep. He frowned. "We'll go over a nasty dip on the road and then we'll all be sorry." He went back to tending to his heavily napping pup.

Alfred's defiant frown matched that of their omega father's, which was more of a response to his tone than anything else. They obeyed however, deciding then to pester Arthur instead.

"I'm booored."

Arthur sighed heavily. He could not blame Alfred for being so fastidious. Traveling here has proved challenging for all at various points and Alfred had been holding themselves well enough until now.

He smoothed down brown wavy locks of his napping pup before answering.

"Darlingheart we are nearly there," Arthur patted the pup's back once more. "Soon enough you'll know the place where I grew up. I'll show you how far our property goes. We'll have access to a fresh stream, an-and woods and rolling hills–" 

Mathieu, the alpha pup, stared blankly at the words on the page, their ears focused on the strange lightheartedness in Arthur's voice.

"--and when day is clear enough, we'll have a pretty view of the sea," Arthur nodded. "You'll grow to love it here as I did when I was a pup."

Alfred's attention was captured just enough from them to keep quiet and silently mull over Arthur's words. The cab rolled over uneven terrain, jostling the family inside. Alfred scrambled to sit upright and tucked their back into the corner of the cab.

"S'not like back home," they mumbled thoughtfully, tiny finger plucking at a threadbare patch of the once plush interior.

Francis could only feel heavy disappointment from his family. It was in Alfred's sad little blue eyes and in the way Mathieu pulled their book higher in front of them to pretend to read.

"It won't be,'' Arthur answered truthfully, his strong brow contorting slightly as he gazed upon his pup, neck and heads moving about with the sudden unsteady terrain "But we will take home with us." His hand found Francis' again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Wherever we are. Together.

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SUPER LATE, but if there's any of these you haven't done for the WIP game i would love to know more 👀 "to eat well - sequel" || "TMA S1 - Token Straight" || "MAG what if dating??" || "TMA Self Indulgent Time Travel AU"

Hello hello! Thanks for sending me WIPs, and sorry for the delay!

I've answered TMA Self Indulgent Time Travel AU here and MAG what if dating?? here, so I'll focus on the other two.

to eat well - sequel

As the imaginative title suggests, this fic is a sequel to to eat well, in which Jon and Martin's developing relationship over the course of S1-4 is explored through food and the preparation thereof. When I outlined to eat well, my intention was to end the fic with a final scene of Jon and Martin cooking one of the recipes Jon prepared for Martin together in the safehouse. However, this fic was for an exchange, and I was working on the fic at the absolute last minute, and there ended up being a natural stopping point before they could cook together.

After posting to eat well, I almost immediately outlined a sequel based on my first experience making kibbeh, in which I had to keep substituting ingredients since the store near my parents didn't have several of the more traditional ingredients the recipe I had called for. Cue me texting my friend whose family recipe it was frantically, asking what substitutions would be okay. I'd really like to return to the fic, because, well. It's fun, and Syrian Jon holds a special place in my heart.

Here's the start of the fic:

“Well,” Martin says, already beginning to unpack the groceries before Jon even manages to fully detangle himself from the blankes, “they didn’t have lamb, so I got beef instead.”

“That’s fine,” Jon says, eyes tracking the array of spices Martin is lining up on the counter. “Many recipes call for either.”

“And, um, they didn’t have harissa, but I asked one of the grocers and she looked it up, and apparently sriracha is an okay substitute, and you can add some of the extra spices in yourself? So, I got that, too, and the spices that I could find.”

“Well, that’s--that’s not ideal, but we’ll manage,” Jon says. He frowns at the sriracha that Martin clunks onto the counter.

“And, well, they didn’t have bulghur wheat, and I couldn’t find the grocer again to ask, so I got, um, well. Couscous and quinoa? Maybe one of those will work?”

Jon blinks at the duo of bags, feeling vaguely unsettled. “Ah,” he says. “That’s. Hm. I’m--I’m honestly not sure if we’re making kibbeh at this point.”

More below the cut!

TMA S1 - Token Straight

This fic was born out of conversations with @dathen in which we both were peeved by how common it was in fic for the Archives crowd to assume Jon was straight, and how it seemed like it was becoming a trope for them to (affectionately?) bully him into coming out to them. The fic was gonna address how unfair it was to make assumptions about a person's sexuality to them in a way that essentially forced them to come out, the ace (and aro) fears of not being "queer enough", and complicated conversations about how people choose or choose not to be "out".

I have the beginning written and the emotional beats of the rest of the fic outlined, but I sort of lost steam after my initial annoyance faded XD

Here's an excerpt:

“Hey, boss!” Tim said, leaning back in his chair and grinning at a sour-faced Jon.

Jon scowled at him. “Tim. What are you wasting time on now?”

“Oh, we were just talking about how you’re the token straight in the office,” Tim said easily. Martin sputtered, feeling his face go hot.

“Tim, why would you say that?” Martin hissed as, exasperated, Sasha said, “Really, Tim?”

Tim shrugged. “Well, it’s the truth, isn’t it? Tell me, Jon, how’s it feel to be the only straight dude in a department full of queers?”

“I’m sorry,” Jon said after a brief pause, “what?”

“You know.” Tim waved his hand dismissively. “I’m bi. Sasha’s bi. Martin is gay as the day as long. None of us is particularly subtle about it. And you’re ...” He gestured. “You know. The only one who’s straight. Our token straight representation.”

“I know what a token straight is,” Jon said, clearly exasperated. “I’m just curious to know what on earth gave you the impression that I’m heterosexual.”