#mouse talks trek

[crystal-mouse]

vulcan films headcanon:

humans think farr films are rated 18 for [REDACTED] reasons, but in reality, they're (vulcan)18 because they contain strong depictions of Emotions

[neonghostlights]

Could I please request Eddie being dorky and coming over while Reader is babysitting? I imagine he tries to scare her like some bad scary movie first lmao

OMG HI MOUSE!! Okay this is adorable and I hope you like it! Thank you for your request 💗

Warnings: just fluff (: a little creepy lol

Wordcount: 1k

Did I Make You Scream?

You tucked Jamie into the plush mattress of your spare bedroom, his favorite blankies surrounding him like a cocoon to help this sleepover go smoother. 

You watched as he drifted off to sleep and you celebrated internally to not risk waking him up. 

Babysitting a six year old was tough. Your sister had a date tonight and that left you as the most trusted person to watch her little angel. 

You loved your nephew, you really did. But it meant that you had to cancel your own plans with a certain man with long brown hair and big brown eyes. 

You had bumped into Eddie at the mechanics after you moved back to Hawkins. You had been gone nearly a decade after highschool, deciding to stick around in the area you went to college at. 

But now you were back, wanting to spend more time with your sister and your nephew. You hadn’t realized that the move would lead you to run into an old classmate from highschool that you had shared just a few classes with and never really talked to. That day chatting at the mechanic shop about your car turned into a date, which turned into five dates and now it wasn’t often that you went a day without talking to your boyfriend. 

You settled on the couch, glancing up the stairs quickly to make sure you did in fact leave the guest room door cracked in case Jamie needed you. The warm bowl of popcorn settled onto your lap as you flipped through the channels. 

It was that time of the year where the air cooled, leaves fell, and all your favorite scary movies were played on tv. 

You loved it. 

You set the popcorn on the table in front of you, sighing as you leaned your head back against the couch. Your new blanket that you had picked up earlier this week was lulling you to sleep. Your fuzzy pumpkin socks keeping you warm. 

You fell asleep to the sound of the final girl screaming on screen but it didn’t last long when a knock on the door had you jolting up. 

You craned your head, checking upstairs to make sure it wasn’t Jamie needing you. 

You were about to brush it off as a dream, or maybe noise from the horror movie still playing on tv when you heard three loud knocks on the front door again. 

You sat up, pushing the blanket to the side. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Who would be knocking on your door this time of night? 

You crept towards the door, your fuzzy socks muting your trek. You stood on your tippy toes and looked through the peephole. 

And nothing was there. 

You shoved down your anxious thoughts. Maybe whoever it was was just standing slightly to the side so you couldn’t see them. 

You unlocked the deadbolt and threw the door open, stepping out onto the porch to get a better look at the emptiness that was before you. 

Unless the pumpkins that lined your step, awaiting you and Eddie to carve them next weekend grew arms and legs then you had been ding-dong ditched. 

You rolled your eyes before sending one more glance up and down your street. There was nothing there besides the orange and purple Halloween decorations that were draped over your neighbors house and the slow falling brown leaves of the trees that lined your street. 

You backed up inside of the open and waiting door behind you, a chill traveling up your spine from the cool breeze. 

You shut the door behind you and locked both locks immediately. 

You crept up the stairs, peeking your head to see Jamie’s sleeping form lightly snoring. You took a moment to marvel at how your sister could make something so cute before you stepped back down the stairs. 

You didn’t feel tired anymore after the door incident.

Something was telling you that you needed to stay awake. 

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the couch and made your way to the kitchen, dumping its contents in the trash before placing the orange plastic bowl into the sink to worry about in the morning. 

You went to back away from the sink when a large hand covered your mouth, muffling your scream. You felt yourself being pulled back against a warm body. You flailed your arms, fighting the attacker. Your hand grasped blindly for a weapon and landed on the popcorn bowl in the sink. You started waving it in the air one-handed, hoping to hit the person hard enough in the head to at least make it hurt a little. 

“Oh, damn. Baby, it’s me,” you heard a familiar voice whisper as the calloused hand move away from your mouth. 

You spun in the attackers arms to see Eddie’s wide eyes staring down at you. 

You raised the plastic bowl, smacking him in the chest with it. 

“Ow.” 

“Eddie Munson! You scared the hell out of me!” You whisper yelled, still mindful of Jamie sleeping upstairs. 

“I’m so sorry,” he laughed, sounding not sorry at all. “I didn’t think you would react like that, I thought you would know it was me.” 

He pried the popcorn bowl from your hand and put it back in the sink. 

You swallowed loudly, waiting for your heart rate to return to a normal rhythm again. 

When he saw the distressed look on your face you could see the guilt and worry crossing his features. 

He wrapped both arms around you again and pulled you to his chest. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. It was funny in my head. I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

You sighed, breathing in the scent that came with working on cars all day. It always relaxed you, to be close to him like this. 

“It’s okay. It was funny. I’ve just been watching scary movies,” you said as you smiled up at him. 

“If it makes you feel better you can scare me back,” he offered with raised brows. 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Let’s go watch a movie.” 

You smiled sweetly, pulling him to your comfy spot on your couch, already concocting a plan to get him back even better than he had gotten you.

[mslanna]

Can I ask for Raphael having a 'Wait, why am I jealous?' realization of his romantic feelings for Tav? (For the record, Tav is romantically interested in him, too, because I can't handle angst right now 🥲)

Ask and you shall receive. 🥰

Served Cold

(Served Cold on AO3) enby Tav without body configuration cold and comfort hot devil is hot Karlach cameo

Conquering all nine hells was a lot of work for one devil. Even with his armies and followers, Raphael had few subordinates he trusted. So asking Tav to join had been only logical. After all, they had delivered the Crown of Karsus to him willingly.

He had been right, too, as Tav greed easily to his request. They helped him conquer the hells and he, well, there was a certain uncertainty about his part of the deal. Just make sure I don't die seemed like a sensible request. It was not much of a prize, though. The exchange seemed barely equal.

But he wouldn't look a gift Tav in the mouth. It was also to be expected that Tav would enlist the help of their friends. The tiefling should not have been a surprise, especially since she could not return to the material plane with her hellfire heart.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his human to get the job done, despite the biting cold of Cania and the wide icy plains. But this was his father's domain. Mephistopheles knew he was coming for him and his security was increased.

Tav was smart for taking the circumspect route to his palace even if that meant several weeks of trekking through the cold. The entrance wasn't secret as much as unexpected. A place as big as Mephistopheles court had a whole system of venues to accept or remove wares and services. A place as old as his father's had also gone through several system changes. Dead ends happened.

And Tav knew how to talk to servants and debtors. As a paladin they exuded and air of trustworthiness. The time they spent undercover in his father's realm had not gone by easily. Raphael had worried every day. So much of his plans rested on Tav's success.

But they succeed as he knew they would. Tav was reliable, more so than many of his subordinates. Subordinates who were making a lot of noise under the command of Yurgir right now. Mainly to keep Mephistopheles attention on them and allow the small group to slip in through a discarded and ignored back entrance that should have been decommissioned and closed centuries ago.

Raphael considered standing with the armies. But the prospect of seeing the expression on his father's face when he turned up in the centre of his secure home was a strong argument for travelling with Tav.

He was accustomed to the burning cold of Cania. The storms of blade-like winds and freezing snow were inconvenient but manageable. The tiefling was doing fine with her hellfire heart as well. It kept her warm under the layers upon layers of clothes.

Tav on the other hand suffered miserably. It didn't matter how many layers they put on, the result was a shivering heap of furs that moved slowly through the cold landscape. The view was pitiful, but Tav didn't complain once. Their dedication to his cause was admirable. And when nobody watched, not even his own inner devil, Raphael allowed himself to admire them.

Not now, of course, as the human sat huddled up like a shrimp at the small fire. They shook violently and stuck their hands almost into the flames. If he didn't know better, Raphael would have thought them a blemish, worth no note. His thought were of a very different nature though.

There had to be a way to help Tav. It was not the most devil-like thought but it was well founded. Tav was a valuable asset, a tool well worth protecting. It was only natural that he considered his options to keep them at peak performance.

The problem was how to get warmth to his mouse without attracting attention. A bigger fire was out of the question. That left very limited options. But, for the success of his campaign, he was willing to make sacrifices. Even personal ones.

He was still mulling over the best way to phrase his idea so it would not appear to be personal, when Karlach moved. She rounded the fire and came to sit next to Tav, worry engraved on her face.

"You'll catch your death, soldier." The tiefling nudged Tav who moved towards her unthinking. Drawn to the warmth, no doubt. "Yeah, that's more like it. Gods, you're cold."

Despite her words, Karlach wrapped Tav into their cloak. And his little mouse, leant into it. Raphael took a deep breath. The way Tav softened and their body slowly ceased to shudder. It was a good thing. There was no reason for him to be mad about it.

Yet the anger simmered in his stomach, bitter and bubbling. That had been his offer to make. A sacrifice for the greater good. Yet the tiefling offered it as if it was nothing, a small act of friendship and care. He should be grateful for that. His dignity stayed intact.

But his dignity was not rumbling dangerously low in his chest. To think that it could have been his arm around Tav's shoulders, his arm they leant against, grateful and content. The fury surprised him, as did the pain. What did it matter who kept Tav warm?

But it did matter, and it mattered that it wasn't him. Raphael carefully avoided putting a name on the rage. The last thing he needed now was complications. The fight against his father was difficult enough without worrying – uselessly – about one fragile mortal.

It was not worry he felt, looking at Tav who dozed off in the sudden warmth. Trenches dug by the cold over the last days softened. Their mouth relaxed and opened slightly. They looked at peace. Peace he should be giving them.

"If it proves too much of a strain on your infernal engine, let me know." Raphael was proud of the nonchalance of his tone. "I am willing to carry my share of the burden."

"Tav is never a burden." Despite her cheery tone, the threat in Karlach's voice was clear. "And I'd rather freeze to death with them than burden you with them."

Raphael sat back. "If this is how you treat offers of help-"

"If you want to offer help, offer help. Don’t style yourself as a martyr for the most minuscule act of decency."

Looking at his little mouse – eyes closed, breath soft and regular – Raphael wondered if they were indeed asleep. What would Tav think, listening in on this conversation? And what did it matter to him? He was a devil! He did not care what mortals though of him.

Except for Tav.

The realisation was uncomfortable and unwanted. It was true nevertheless.

"Don't mind him," Tav murmured, adjusting their position against the tiefling. "He's just jealous."

Jealous. The word stunned Raphael. He was not jealous. He was a devil! He stared at the lips that uttered such blasphemy. Lips that were once again of a soft pink instead of pale blue. He had a pretty good idea what he'd like to do to them, traitorous, insolent lips.

Unfortunately, his ideas supported Tav's claim. Ridiculous. They were an asset. A tool for his victory. Nothing more.

Yet.

"Well." Karlach pulled Tav closer. "Even jealous devils have to behave themselves. Maybe a 'please' wouldn't go amiss."

"If you think I will beg, you are severely mistaken," Raphael huffed and folded his wings closer around him.

"Do as you please. But I don't think Tav is a burden and I know how it feels to have them breathe down my skin when they sleep – and drool a little." The tiefling dropped a sloppy kiss onto Tav's forehead.

"Devils are not to be drooled upon."

"I'm sure you can make them lick it off again." The tiefling delighted in teasing him.

Still Raphael could not deny the appeal of the vision her words conjured. "Oh, hand them over already." He gestured impatiently.

To his surprise the tiefling actually obeyed. "You know I will kill you, if you hurt them," she smiled as she draped the mortal against his side.

Raphael snorted. "I'd like to see you try."

"I don't," Tav murmured and turned to press their face into his arm.

A surprisingly efficient argument. Raphael dragged his little mouse into a comfortable position, resting their head against his chest and wrapping them both in his wings. At least tiefling couldn't see his face any longer that way.

"You are mine," he murmured into Tav's rear. "Mine alone and don't you forget it."

"Jealous," they replied sleepy, but with a smile touching their lips. "I like it."

Raphael growled and dropped kiss onto their head as he had seen Karlach do. What an insolent little creature he held. It would be impossible to pry them from his grip.

[beansprean]

Guillermo you’ll never be a vampire if you can’t start committing to the bit.

Bonus “she’s a lil confused but she’s got the spirit”:

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up of Nadja talking to the camera with a confident grin, holding up a finger gun. She says, “Oh, yeah. I’ve got plenty more money-making schemes up my sleeve!” 1b. Nadja sitting at a desktop computer wearing a gaming headset, hands positioned over the mouse and wasd keys. She squints, reading a message off the screen aloud, “Show your tits for 12 months?” 1c. Nadja shrugs and begins to unbuckle her bodice, replying, “That is a long time, but okay!” On the side, the chat featuring users like “lady-dommy-trek”, “The_Guide”, and “discalculia96240” begins to explode with pog faces. On Nadja’s other side there is an excerpt from an email that reads ‘Dear NadjaPaxos1666, You have been permanently banned from Twitch for violating community rules’.

2a. Charmaine opens the door of her house to see Nadja, who smiles and says, “Hello, Charmaine! May I come in!” Charmaine responds, “Of course!” 2b. Nadja immediately kneels in front of the couch and starts digging between the cushions for loose change, smiling awkwardly up at Charmaine and asking, “So, uh, how have you been?” Charmaine just stares at her with an uncertain “um.”

3a. Nadja is counting out the change in her hand, looking up in surprise when Guillermo comes up behind her and casually asks, “Couldn’t you just hypnotize people into giving you their money?” 3b. Nadja whirls around at him, snarling, “What the fuck did you say?! What is wrong with you?!” Guillermo looks awkwardly away.

(Caption)

4. Nadja lays stretched out on a chaise, naked, hair draped artfully over her chest. In the foreground, Donal Logue is painting her likeness on a canvas. Laszlo, leaning against the side of the chaise, asks, “My dear lady wife, why is Donal Logue here painting your glorious body?” Nadja grins and replies, “Humans will pay money for my boobs on the Internets.” Laszlo responds, “Ohh, fantastic.” /end ID

[shadows-writing-lounge]

This was requested but the ask disappeared but I took a screenshot of it so @fungifanart this is for you. I also split it in two because of how long they are. I had trouble writing this prompt for some reason? I hope it doesn't affect the quality and didn't stray too far.

Content: Scenarios, Unamicable break ups: EX-boyfriends described as controlling, disrespectful, jealous, violent and mentioned to have cheated. Not all in one scenario. Songs aren't written down in scenarios, characters are friends with the reader. established friendships, platonic leaning, hurt/comfort(?), angst/fluff. I'm not that good at angst.

Nicknames:

Kalim calls reader: Habibi

Leona calls reader: Little Mouse/Squeaks

Reader info: masc reader(terms like boyfriend will be used), he/him pronouns(maybe a slip up of they/them), reader written to be part of their dorm. Reader's band is like a niche popular. Whether it was made before or after NRC changes on scenario, No bodily mentions(shape, hair, ECT.). Is good at singing.

Reader is characterized as:

Kalim- Disliking talking about themselves and things that upset them. Avoids being even a minor inconvenience. Doesn't like upsetting others, Athletic?(a one-off joke)

Leona- Easily emotionally overwhelmed/burned out(?). Knows Jack and is on friendly terms.

Kalim Al Asim:

CW:food mentions(none consumed), Sad Kalim. A partner who controlling, jealous and verbally abusive is mentioned but not in-depth.

As soon as Kalim heard that his dormmate's band was having their first concert since the beginning of the NRC academic year, he bought tickets for Jamil, his Light Music Club co-members and himself. It was a bit away but Kalim didn't want to risk it.

Jamil raised his eyebrow at Kalim as his phone alerted him of the receipt for his concert ticket. Kalim didn't notice right away as he typed messages to Cater and Lilia to ask if they got the tickets.

Finally catching his look Kalim smiled sheepishly.

"We have to go support him! As both his friends and dormmates," Kalim attempts to plead for his case. Jamil sighed. Kalim acted like he had any say in this. Jamil just continued sorting through balances writing down the tickets Kalim just bought. Someone had to keep track.

Kalim was very excited about the concert. It was the only thing he could think about during his time in class. Upon returning to his dorm he went to his room to plan out his outfit for the concert. Jamil had excused himself to do prep for dinner and start his assignments.

Kalim idly hummed shifting through his wardrobe. The jacket I wanted wasn't in this one. Maybe Jamil knows where it is. Kalim begins the trek to the kitchen. He's focused on the question, repeating it in his head. Sadly this was no use as upon seeing another in the corridor the question escaped his brain.

"Heeey! I'm so excited for the concert. I ordered tickets as soon as they became available," Kalim gave a big smile full of teeth. Gold jewelry clanking against each other as he waved.

Short of acting spontaneously deaf he couldn't pretend to have not heard Kalim. Turning around to see his Dormleader fast approaching tensing when Kalim almost crashed straight into him but caught himself right before.

"It's very sweet of you. You caught me at an inopportune time. I just received bad news and I wouldn't want to burden you with it."

Kalim blinked watching his friend speed walk away. His friend is upset and he doesn't know why!

"It's not a burden! We're friends and friends help each other. Why are you running?!?"

---

Kalim walked into the kitchen with a pout. Jamil spying him stashed all the dangerous utensils away from him.

"Something the matter?" Jamil asks brows furrowing concerned Kalim got hurt in his absence. Jamil scanned over Kalim's visage. Other than being a little disheveled, Kalim was looking fine. Kalim watched Jamil cook as he explained why he's upset.

"Then they ran from me. I ran after trying to see if I could help but they shook me off. Slid down one of the curtains from the second story."

Kalim said it so casually Jamil had to pause his actions to look at him. One, two seconds pass before Jamil returns to his task.

"Maybe they just didn't want to talk about it right now and didn't want to upset you by saying it." Jamil says while giving the contents of the pan a stir.

"Why would it upset me," Kalim asks. Jamil's various memories flash through his head like a slide projector.

"It's just a thought. Let them come to you," Jamil turned to Kalim, hoping it'll distract him enough to leave their poor dormmate alone. Empty air greeted him. Jamil let out a full-bodied sigh laying his upper body on the counter. He stayed there until he's reminded of consequences as the smell of burning fills his nose.

-

Kalim pouted working on his homework with Jamil. The later was kind of envious. Their dormmate had successfully avoided Kalim for an entire week.

"Jamil, do you know what happened to him?" Kalim looked up from his history work.

"I won't confirmed or deny," is the only response Jamil gives.

"Am I the one that upset them? Did I do something that's taboo in their culture, did I-" Jamil cut Kalim off.

"It's not you who hurt him. Let him work this out on their own. Give him time. What if you ask him at the concert?" Jamil fakes a thinking face. Kalim nods tucking the advice away for now to focus on his homework. He passed off the distressed furrow of his brow as stress from the work.

-

Kalim forgot to ask Jamil about the jacket.

Lilia had promptly tossed his jacket at him within microseconds of Kalim having a hint of a chill.

"I've survived subzero temperatures in only my delicates, I can survive a slight chill." Lilia said when Kalim expressed worry. Everyone hopes that it's a joke. Cater occupied in his phone is then wacked with the parasol Lilia carried. Forcing him to have to step aside to use is phone camera to readjust it.

Jamil searched in his bag for sunscreen he'd already applied some but knows Kalim nor Lilia has even glanced at a bottle today. He'd seen Cater zealously put some on earlier. After Kalim sheepishly applied his share. Jamil handed it to Lilia

"Why thank you. How kind of you to care for my porcelain complexion," Lilia teases accepting Jamil's offer. Kalim took Lilia's umbrella holding it up to keep the sun off him. Jamil judged the application before shoving the sunscreen back in the bag.

"We should get in before someone steals our seats!" Cater says waving the hand holding his phone to gather their attention.

"Yes, We should." Jamil guides them down the aisles.

"Thanks for getting us tickets. It was a pleasant surprise," Lilia says. Cater makes an affirmative hum in agreement.

"I hope they have cute merch," Cater comments as they reach their row.

"They probably will. They have an Octavinelle band member after all."

"Do you think The Monstro Lounge get a cut of profits?" "Probably."

Kalim scanned the stage then, slumped in his seat as he didn't see them. Cater spies this; constraining his expression he smiled continuing his conversation with Lilia.

Kalim perked up in his seat. "There they are!"

The group turns to the stage. Jamil places his hand on Kalim's shoulder to keep him in his seat.

"Am I allowed to record?" Carter's question is left unanswered as the band starts their introduction.

-

Some of the crowd was leaving, others talking amongst themselves, and the rest lingering around the merch trying to decide if they should buy some. Jamil turned his focus for a moment together the group's supplies.

I should have Kalim reapply his sunscreen, Jamil thought slipping the bottle out of his bag.

"Kalim,.. " Jamil makes eye contact with Lilia. Looking around it was just them. Did Cater take Kalim to get Merch? Jamil hoped at least. Scanning the tables where the merch is sold be didn't see them. Of course.

"Excuse me, Lilia, I need to find Kalim." Jamil slips the bottle of sunscreen back into the bag. Lilia pouts.

"Yes, yes, abandon the old man to the wastes." Lilia laments. Jamil turns to deny that intention before realizing.

"You're in on it. You don't know Kalim like I do. Kalim will never forgive himself." Jamil felt a little silly scolding Lilia. He just didn't like his work to be wasted along with unappreciated.

"Oh? Is that so? Would Kalim be happier not knowing? Yes, maybe. But is it right to deny him growth in relationships and his self?" Jamil squints at Lilia. Lilia is just stalling, he affirms.

"Have fun!" Lilia calls as Jamil storms off. He turns to a stranger, "Youngins and their emotional turmoil am I right." They just went along not knowing how to respond to that.

It was just them, Cater saying he'd hold the fort. Kalim wasn't fully sure what he meant by that but gave a nod. The air was stuffy in the backstage room, the silence awkward.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you, Kalim."

"No, no, no it's okay. I shouldn't have tried to get you to open up when you weren't ready. Do you feel better know. Singing emotional songs help me feel better so I hope you feel better." Kalim smiled. Immediately dropping it when he didn't get one in response.

"I did something wrong didn't I?" Kalim asks.

"No. That's why I didn't want to talk to you about it. You'd blame yourself."

"I don't understand. Please-"

"I broke up with my boyfriend."

Kalim was slack jawed and wide eyed. Shock slowly turns to understanding. He'd been the one to introduce them.

"Can I ask, why?"

"He was fine at first. Nice even. He waited few months then started being controlling, when I didn't listen to him he started saying things. Both about me and others. I wasn't going to take that and dumped him."

"I didn't want you to blame yourself for what happened because we wouldn't have gotten together because of you."

"I understand, Habibi. I do feel a little guilty but appreciate you telling me.."

"It's okay. People hide the worst parts of themselves until they can no longer. It happens." They give eachother knowing looks.

Awkwardly, Jamil cleared his throat. Cater, in the doorway behind Jamil, looked apologetically.

"We should eat!" Kalim chirped. Cater catches on promoting them going to a nearby restaurant. "It only uses local ingredients and has bomb presentation." Cater hooks his arm around Jamil guiding him back out. Kalim paused trailing off them to pull his friend into a hug. Gently holding his arms Kalim gives them a soft squeeze.

"Invite your band mates to join us!"

-

Kalim listened attentively to the explanation to how the song was written. How some lyrics were actual things he said. The Ignihyde student straight out pulled up some texts he sent. Though this earned some concerned and worried stares. Where did he get these?

Lilia gives Jamil a smug look. Jamil refused to give him the satisfaction of emotion.

"Do you feel silly? Perchance a little goofy?"

Jamil ignored the prodding. Maybe Lilia would get tired. Lilia didn't get tired. Cater documented it.

Leona Kingscholar

CW: food mentions, cheating partner,

Leona knew this scenario was bound to happen but had it have to be during his siesta? He opened one bright green eye and a swivel of his ear to signal his attention was being given. His ear returned to its resting state after hearing the info he already knew. Rolling to his side he lazily waved to the space next to him.

"Sit down or I'm going back to sleep," thinking about it Leona's tempted. Shifting of cloth and the thud of weight hitting the ground. Taking a breath pushing down an 'I told you so.'

"Tell me about it. I need to know how bad I should beat them," Leona said. It was a joke but the silence started to prompt a reconsideration of its validity as a joke.

"He cheated on me." A monotone voice filled Leona's ears. Too emotionally tired to express his emotions. Leona lets a few moments pass before trying to change the topic.

"The herbivore's herd came tromping through the botanical garden the other day. Real interesting conversation about your band. Playing a concert soon. Surely not true, a Little Mouse would have told me if it was. I'm not going to make fun of your bad music," Leona voice was even with a little amused lilt conveying he wasn't truly upset .

"Didn't think you'd be interested."

"I'm offended. An excuse to leave Night Raven College without having to see my family. There's an after party right?"

"We usually do."

"Good. I also get food. The trinity. No school. No family. Yes, food. Speaking of food," Leona says, standing up with a stretch. "Let's get food right now. Don't worry this time is on me."

-

Leona was surprised that the invite allowed a plus one. He figured might as well bring someone. That someone ended up being Jack Howl. Who was trying to stay stoic as he looked around.

Jack could take care of himself so Leona wandered the venue avoiding the large groupings of people.

He made his way towards the stage. Any objections we're silenced by a sharp glare. He probably could get a quick rest.

-

Leona groaned as he is semi-violently shook awake. Jack had found him and starts explaining why he woke him up. Leona stopped him.

"Ssh. Squeaks is about to address the crowd." Jack looked confused ear turning towards the stage hearing his dorm mate being to explain that they'll be debuting new songs during this show. At least he started to before the crowds enthusiasm drowned it out. Jack relented nonetheless.

Leona glanced at Jack's bag of merch.

"You got something for yourself?" Leona halfheartedly pointed at a shirt peaking out of the bag.

"I can support whomever I like." Folding the bag to hid the evidence. Jack doesn't remove his gaze from the stage. Leona now amused moved his attention to the stage.

Oh. He's singing now. Has he actually heard him sing before? Jack seemed enraptured. He must have never heard him sing either. The scrunch of Jack's face scrunched as he digested the lyrics.

"Leona, did something happen?"

"Yeah, their ex cheated on them."

Jack balked.

"I asked if I could tell you. He said if it came up I could."

Jack nodded. Leona could see some gears turning. He's going to have to compete to get to him first.

-

Leona invited himself backstage. The band members looked startled exchanging glances with one another. Most shrugged. The drummer made sure to shake his head and make it clear that he did not invite another groupie backstage. Again.

"He's a friend of mine," the members looked at their lead singer before continuing their tasks. Most packing equipment into their cases.

"Got the voice of an angel. Brought tears to my eyes. Hypnotized me to get a shirt," Leona teased hoisting the article up for him to see.

"It's too small for you though."

"Maybe I wanted a crop top?..." Leona sighs catching the unbelieving expression from both his friend and their eavesdropping band members.

"You got me. It's for Ruggie. I was going to bring him along but something came up that one of us had to stay behind. I brought that goodie two shoes Jack instead. Apparently his younger siblings like your music and he wanted to get merch for their birthdays."

"That's-" Leona interrupted, "Don't finish that thought." He let him finish packing up.

After parsing that the other band members were gone Leona leaned into his eat.

"You can still let me get the guy if you want," Leona withdrew at the look he was given holding his hands up. Ruggie's shirt laid over his shoulder. "Please say yes or Jack is going to beat me to it."

Leona followed, being invited to ride back to NRC on the bus. Jack had already been joinked but the Diasomnia band member.

"Oh, I got an album. Gonna play that one song outside you-know-who's room." Leona pulled the cd case from his back pocket.

"There's others that sleep there as well."

Leona mumbled a 'right.' He fanned himself with the case. Free arm pulling himself onto the van. Sitting in a vacant spot he used his nails to tear the plastic and pry open the case.

"Would ya sign it, maybe get the others to sign it as well for Ruggie," Leona asks, letting him take it from him. "Maybe sign some of Jack's stuff. It's for his siblings. Big fans." Jack jumped at being addressed and went to deny the need even as he was halfway done already. Signature practiced under the guidance of their Octavinelle member. Jack let it go.

-

It was re-entering the dorm when Leona started attempting to convince him to fight their ex. Usually Leona would let it be but now it's more to make them laugh.

"Just a scratch. I'll make it count. A

I'll aim for the eyes."

"I'll think about it." Leona scanned for reaction. Jack just left for his room perplexed.

[mochidolls]

my gf mari and doing facemasks with her pleak <3

n : don’t like the ending but we move! also secret softie gf mari agenda…..i am reporting for duty 🫡

click for palestine / how you can help palestine

mari would rather endure choking on a dead mouse, trekking through snow in mere shorts and a shirt, or scaling a mountain in a blizzard armed with nothing but a hammer than ever confess she was hopelessly in love with you. it never fails to surprise her how effortlessly her defences crumble in your presence.

you often playfully tease and prod at the facade she wears, was a secret softie waiting to be discovered. of course, she retaliates with a scoff or a witty remark.

it infuriates her how swiftly she surrenders to your whims and pleads. like now, after about twenty minutes of back and forth in the bathroom of your shared apartment, with you standing between her legs as she perches on the bathroom counter. your satisfied and goofy grin as you gently trace your finger along her forehead, smoothing out the creases of the hello kitty mask.

despite finding your smile irksome most of the time, it fills mari's heart with a weird….warmth? what the fuck was it? love? absolutely not!

before mari can even comprehend her actions, her gaze meets yours, and her eyes shimmer with a softness akin to that of a lovesick puppy.

"what are you staring at like that?" you ask, withdrawing your hand from her face, and you could swear you detect a hint of disappointment in her expression.

"nothing," she scoffs. "what are you talking about?" mari avoids your gaze, but you ignore the deflection, your smile widening, making you even more endearing than before.

"it's alright to admit you're madly in love with me, you know?" you poke her side, eliciting a huff from mari.

"am not."

"are too."

"am not."

"are too."

"am not."

"are too."

mari groans, leaning her head back in defeat, realizing there's no winning against you. meanwhile, you giggle, admiring your girlfriend's adorable stubbornness.

"jesuschristfineiloveyou," mari mutters, and your eyebrow quirks in response.

"hm? what was that?" you tap her thigh, urging mari to meet your gaze.

"i love you, jeez, can you leave me alone now before i actually throw up?" mari replies, crossing her arms over her chest and averting her eyes from you. but you don't let the moment pass; instead, you move closer to her, playfully puckering your lips as you chase hers.

“stop trying to kiss me, the stupid mask is going to fall off!" mari warns, attempting to maintain her seriousness, but failing as she hears your snort, both of you breaking into giggles like two infatuated teenagers in love.

[silvrash-797]

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Chapter 2: The Rescue

Disclaimer: I'm trying to stay canon-compliant with the way Jojo says Four's colors work, that they're his 'true colors' and not individual beings. That said, I've read a lot of fics with the Colors as separate individuals, so I can't say I haven't been influenced.

So, I like to think that, when Four mentions one of his Colors, he's not actually talking about the Color, but the feelings he associates with the color (like how my oldest kid used to associate her internal anger with yellow dragons). Therefore, Red's mentioned a few times because of how relieved Four is to find Hyrule :)

Four crept on silent paws through the abandoned keep, nose twitching and ears swiveling for any sign of trouble. The Forest Minish he’d been visiting had mentioned seeing some scary men dragging a boy inside, and with no better lead to go off of, he’d made the trek, hoping to find Hyrule.

His feathery tail swished behind him in consternation as he came to a crossroads. Exploring this place would be much easier as a Hylian, but he hadn’t found another Minish portal, and it was much easier to stay unnoticed when he was the size of a mouse.

Left, right, or straight ahead? He didn’t have time to make a mistake – Hyrule had been missing for almost four full days, now, and if this place was as empty as the Minish seemed to think, then Hyrule'd been abandoned with nothing to sustain himself.

He wrung his paws together as he thought, looking around the floor for any clues. The barest, dusty remnant of formerly muddy footprints led down the hall to his left, and he made his choice. His heart pounded as he scampered down the hall, following the traces of mud as they wound deeper into the keep.

The trail ended at the top of a steep set of stairs.

Four sniffed cautiously at the air wafting from below – stale, musty, a bit of mold or mildew, but just underneath, Hylian.

Hang on, Rulie! he thought as he carefully slid down the stairs, chattering quietly to himself as the cold enveloped him.

Taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the relative darkness, Four finally looked around. The room appeared to be a cellar, although no scents came from the barrels and boxes. A cracked, overturned pot hidden in the corner sent a thrill of excitement through him - a Minish portal!

Once through the portal, his additional several feet of height allowed him to see another room annexed to the main cellar. Still alert for any disturbances, Four crept on cautious feet through the boxes towards the new room.

Rounding the corner, he let out an involuntary gasp. “Rulie!” No response from the Traveler, but after this long alone he hardly expected one.

Heavy manacles encircled the Traveler's wrists and bare ankles, holding him suspended about a foot off the ground. Weak breaths rasped through dry, cracked lips, but he was breathing, if unconscious.

Hesitantly, Four reached up and patted Hyrule’s cheek. “Rulie? Link?”

Dull, exhausted eyes fluttered open, and the rasping breaths hitched slightly. “…Four?” the Traveler slurred painfully, voice dry as the desert winds, “’s that you?”

Four was already reaching for his waterskin, carefully holding it to the Traveler’s lips. “Shh, it’s me, I’m here. Drink. Slowly,” he advised, as the Traveler attempted to inhale the water his body had been denied for so long. He pulled the skin away slightly, heart breaking at the desperate keen that followed, until Hyrule was aware enough to sip at the water without drowning himself.

Four pulled the water away again after a few minutes. Hyrule, survivalist that he was, grumbled a bit but didn’t chase after it again, instead giving Four a watery smile. “Missed you,” he whispered.

The Red part of Four's soul wanted to hug the Traveler tight and never let go, but to do that he had to get him down. Reaching for the lock picks he kept under his belt, he set to work. “I’m so glad I found you, Rulie, we’ve been worried sick,” he admitted, wincing at the bruises that were revealed as the manacles around Hyrule's ankles fell away. “What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Hyrule made a noise of uncertainty. “Can’t tell,” he murmured. “They weren’t gentle, but I don’t remember anything more than some bumps and scrapes. Can’t feel my shoulders, though,” he smiled wryly.

Four winced, looking around for a suitable box to drag over, both to support Hyrule and allow him to reach the manacles around his wrists. “Has anyone been by since they left you here?” he asked as he shoved the box in place, climbing up.

“Once,” Hyrule hummed, staggering as his arms fell.

Four caught him around the waist, sneaking in Red's hug as he helped the Traveler sit.

Hyrule grimaced as he leaned into the Smithy's hold. “They brought a bit of water…made sure I wasn’t going anywhere…” he sighed, drooping in exhaustion. “Then they left. Not a word spoken.”

Four offered his last potion – the red liquid glistening in the bulbous glass bottle – and his waterskin again, and Hyrule took them gratefully. His eyes were clearer when he finally handed them back. “Thank you, Four.”

Four smiled back. “Don’t mention it. Are you ready to get out of here? How’re your shoulders now?”

Hyrule sat up and stretched cautiously. “Much better, thanks. Let’s go.”

Four led the way through the boxes in the cellar, opting to stay Hylian for now. “I didn’t notice anyone nearby while I was looking for you, so hopefully we’re in the clear.” They reached the base of the steps and began the ascent.

“That’s good,” Hyrule breathed, “I can’t wait to get back to everyone. How long have I been gone?”

“Nearly four days. Not even Wolfie could get a lead on you; if I hadn’t met the Minish I don’t–” He stopped when Hyrule tugged on his arm. “What is it?”

Hyrule’s eyes were wide and scared. “You said four days?” he whispered.

Four blinked at him, confused. “Yeah, why does that…” A shadow fell across Hyrule's eyes – no, that was a shadow across the whole stairwell!

Four turned, hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend his brother from the hulking giant of a man that obscured the head of the stairs.

“Little rat,” the man growled, gimlet eyes narrowed, “how’d you get in here?”

[fyeahnix]

so the last few weeks I've been horribly obsessed with a little game called Project Zomboid. I initially bought it during the Steam Winter Sale as a game to chill to on my Steam Deck. I thought "ok zombie apocalypse survival RPG, I'll try it out, sure" and I was also wondering how tf a game was still in beta for 10 years

LITTLE DID I FUCKING KNOW....

this game is so ridiculously detailed it's unreal. you have to manage your hunger, sleep, thirst, mood/happiness, stress, prep for the water and power shutting off, prep for rising zombie populations, prep for winter, etc. OH yeah SEASONS. the game is very realistic seasons that mimic real life. there's so much to talk about just in the mechanics alone that I don't know where to start.

anyway, I started playing this on the deck, and eventually moved to PC because I saw how much more controls and shit you can do with a mouse and keyboard. and I like it so much better.

so the game straight up tells you that at some point, you will die, and there's nothing you can do about it. and that's fine. I died SO MANY FUCKING TIMES when I first played. I played on Apocalypse mode initially (which was very stupid as it's the hardest preset difficulty lol), and then moved to Survivor when I found that out. but the more YT videos I watched on this game, the more people really encourage you to play Sandbox mode and figure out what your preferred playstyle is.

so that's what I did when I moved to PC. I found out I do no like zombie infection so I turned it off. zombie infection happens 100% of the time when you're bitten by a zombie and there's literally no way to stop it, you get sick and die a slow death over the course of like 3-4 in-game days. if you get scratched or lacerated there's a percentage chance of that happening too. I just didn't like making progress and then having it stripped away because I got unlucky.

I finally made a character that survived more than a month in-game, made the firehouse in Rosewood a base, had a lot of shit set up for water, farming, electricity, etc, and then I fucking DIED trying to clear out a grocery store. now when you die, you can choose to respawn another character in the same world, but all your skills are reset. I chose this option instead of starting over completely because I had a good thing going and I enjoyed that setup. what I didn't like was the skill grind. I managed to get most of my skills back up to where they were before death in the span of a few hours because I had all that set up at my base. anyway, I said "this grind isn't fun" and installed a mod to craft a skill journey where you can manually record your character's experience progress and if they die, you can read the journal and get those skills back.

that came in clutch because last night, my second character died trying to clear zombies out at the kentucky state prison in Rosewood. that kinda upset me, but I just reset in rosewood, went to my base to gear up with backup gear, and trekked it on foot to the prison to reclaim my lost shit:

that red circle is my second character's dead body I had to drag outside and loot because there were too many corpses inside. (btw if you stay around corpses for too long your character will get sick). in the bottom right corner you can see my truck that got abandoned. thankfully I got in an out pretty quickly and got my truck back.

now you're prob saying "wtf that takes the fun out of the game" to which I reply "to you" lol. the survival and combat aspects of this game are fun as is the exploration, but the skill grinding takes forever for some skills and I didn't wanna redo that again. the downside of this is that I STILL have to go retrieve my shit and if it's too far away from my base, then I might be SOL. these two deaths were lucky because they were within walking distance of my base. also I still have to reread skill books for bonuses and that takes DAYS in-game to accomplish because I took the slow reader trait....

anyway here's some of my base. it's a fucking mess I am currently trying to clean up:

the patch of grass to the right of the water barrels is where I farm food. but I have a ton of food in the freezers so I'm holding off on farming again until I get close to low on fresh food. I have canned food as a backup.

bottom two pics is my messy ass storage and workshop area. I got a shit ton of guns and ammo from the prison that I hauled back in my pickup truck and I need to organize everything. the problem is that I need a skill book to learn how to make metal crates and neither the bookstore nor the school library has it so I have to venture out. second problem is that I may have to go to Muldraugh or March Ridge to check those bookstores and I'm DREADING it. the prison furthered humbled me and I don't wanna die again lol esp not that far away from my base. but I gotta do it. all for metal storage crates. you're prob wondering "why metal? just make the wooden ones and you're golden." and you would be correct but fuck it, 80 storage space compared to 40 and 60 for the level 1 and 2 wooden crates is just so much more appealing and I have a ton of shit that needs to be stored.

anyway that's my adventures in PZ so far. there's more to talk about like how I tried to go to the lone shack out in the woods one day to find an antique oven, almost got stranded, and had to make the trek back because the road there was covered in trees and not good for car travel. speaking of, the map is absolutely fucking gigantic. don't play this game without the map on another screen. it makes planning and traversal so much better

but yeah. it's about to be winter in a few in-game days, which means I'm gonna be struggling to forage for food, fish, and grow crops from December-February. I have food and water saved up and I think I can make it but maaaan it's gonna be a time.

thanks for coming to my tedtalk lol

[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

[starfleetshrimps]

Hello! Top 5 Trek characters?

-mouse :)

UFF that's so harddd

#1 spock gotta be number one. I can't put spock anywhere other than the top spot she deserves it.

#2 uuuuuuh. Look I don't love the term 'kinnie' bc i remember when people on here were 'kinning' historical figures but to use it in the new sense of the word I am a julian bashir kinnie (loud, obnoxious, talks too much, 'gifted kid' who's an idiot, etc) nd i just love him. he's not one of the best characters perhaps but one of my favorites for sure, i don't think it's an unpopular opinion.

kirk. jim jim jimmy jim jiminy jim jim. he's such a guy. he's so!

sisko.

garak. lying loquacious lizard.

honorable mentions;

urhura <3

the entire rest of the ds9 gang

ZIYAL!

tysm for the ask mouse <3

[crystal-mouse]

Happy spirk day 2023!

I like to think they spent their wedding celebration on the bridge.

...it's only logical of course <3

(referenced and inspired by the behind-the-scenes photo of nimoy and shatner eating cake together)

[nighterwriter]

Waiting for You

Jason Todd x reader

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It was late. Jason knew that as soon as Gotham fell into its momentary lull before the burst of early morning workers trying to make it to work before the streets were full of traffic, and the sidewalks were jammed with businesspeople and average joes starting their day.

He slipped into the bedroom through the window, sighing as he slipped his boots off, placing them in their designated corner, and disengaging his helmet. He frowned as he glanced toward the empty bed. Usually, you'd already be asleep, and he'd have to pry his pillow from your ironclad grip in your half-asleep state. But you were gone. Taking a deep breath, he started to trek through the apartment, checking its crooks and crannies for you (he doesn't know how you get yourself into such tight spaces, all he knows is that he's impressed.) The bathroom, the office, and the living room were devoid of your presence, leaving only one location. He quietly lumbered towards the kitchen, only to stop abruptly at its entrance.

You had a hand tucked under your head as you quietly snored on the kitchen table, dinner left cold and untouched, and dessert waiting on the counter. And by the look of the pots and pans left soaking in the sink and the 'secret' notepad you'd use to write down Jason's favorite recipes, you'd spent most of your time cooking and waiting for him.

"Sweetheart." You hummed, eyes still closed. "Baby, I'm gonna move ya, 'kay?"

"S'okay." You grumbled out, turning into Jason as he gently picked you up, and grimacing at the feeling of his hard chest plate under your head. "Why're you like this?"

Jason snorted, moving your head to rest higher. "I just got back."

"Want some food?"

"Did you eat any of it?"

"Was waiting for you."

Jason closed his eyes as guilt twisted up from his chest and into his throat. "I told you not to do that. You're starving yourself, waiting on me."

"Yeah I know, but I had a dream of you sitting on your own in the kitchen and it made me sad." Jason bit his lip as you clutched the lip of his chest plate when he tried to put you on the bed. "Sitting there alone, in the dark. I don't wanna see you like that. Ever."

He could blame your delirium on the lack of food in your system or the fitful sleep you'd forced yourself into, but something tightened in his throat when he realized that you were just like that. You were always overthinking the most minor things, never wanting Jason to be faced with something that would cause him any problems. You were each other's rhyme and reason, but it seemed that all he could do was come up with lousy excuses and half-ass his way through the day. And you still loved him for it. Because he was there with you. And it didn't matter what you were doing, whether it was the simple act of sitting next to each other or going out. The feeling of warmth and the stability he provided you was enough.

"Okay let's get you under the covers before you start talking about Flowers for Algernon."

"He was just a mouse." You choked out, leaning into Jason's palm as he cupped your face.

"And you're a crybaby when you don't eat or sleep." He stood and unclipped his holsters. "Give me ten minutes and, I'll be back with some snacks. We'll eat dinner tomorrow. I promise."

"I have work."

"Don't go in."

Sensing Jason's guilt, you just nodded and grabbed his hand to kiss his glove-covered knuckles. "Okay."

True to his word, Jason took a quick shower and stored his suit before returning to the bedroom with a plate full of various snacks. You were fighting the overwhelming wave of sleep as he slipped under the covers and raised a cracker to your mouth. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you nibbled on the salty square as the two of you sat there soaking in each other's presence.

You didn't care how many nights you'd fallen asleep on the couch or in the bath. How many times you'd put dinner in the microwave. Because there was something about moments like this. Small moments. Vulnerable moments with the man you loved who'd devote his entire life to you if you'd let him. You'd wait on Jason Todd coming through the window every night if it meant he was the last person you saw when you went to sleep and the first person you saw when you woke up.

Because that's how it worked with him. And you wouldn't change it for anything.

[demonichikikomori]

Blood-Drunk and Psycho!

Yan!Vamp!Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader Word Count: 767 Tags: Blood/Neck Biting/Fear Play

Art by kiui_oshii_ on Twitter

It's the season is all. Hehe!~! Happy happy, Halloween!~! Another fic for 13 Lovely Hauntings and this time it's Lilia. Sexy vampire Lilia... I love writing him as a vampire even though he's technically not? Yana is weak for not giving us a sexy vamp!Lilia. Make him drink blood... Coward...

SUMMARY:

A very hungry Lilia forces you into a game of Hide and Seek. Make sure you kill Silver when you both wake up.

Your chest heaved as you sat behind a thick, rotting tree among the many within the foggy forest. Your hands clamped tightly over your mouth as you struggled to collect yourself. Hide and Seek. Just a game of Hide and Seek with Lilia. Trapped in a dream because of Silver, who was nowhere in sight to rescue you from his father. 

You hadn’t expected the dream to feel so real when you had napped beside Silver and Lilia during a study session. You recalled the younger man mentioning that his Unique Magic had something to do with sleep. But he never finished as his head rested against his textbook and he began softly snoring. And somehow, you too had drifted to sleep. 

Now? You were trapped in a reality that only existed in a dream. And you had been met by Lilia who was standing alone in the thick, dark forest. His naturally upbeat demeanor had been reduced to a suffocating hostility, and what made you see him as nothing more than a starving beast. You tried talking to him, asking where Silver had gone, but you were silenced with his smiling face inching towards yours. His hands gripped your upper arms tightly as his pupils began to expand with excitement. 

“Why don’t we play something together?”

He left you no other choice, throwing you into an unwilling game of Hide and Seek. If you all woke up before he caught you, or before Silver found you, you would win. But if Lilia found you first? You lowered a hand to the flesh of your throat. You could feel your pounding pulse quickening and the goosebumps prickling along the skin. You swallowed down the fear and slowly rose to your feet. You couldn’t hear footsteps anymore. Lilia must’ve gone somewhere else to look for you. With slow steps, you trekked through the thick dark forest. The sky was blacker than ink spilled across paper. There was no moon, nor stars to help you on your trek. You would have only yourself to rely on until you could find Silver and hope to snap him back into reality. 

The air around you was like a collection of icy hands. They rubbed over the nude parts of your skin as you frantically looked around for a glimpse of Lilia. It felt like he was drawing this out purposefully. A sadistic game of cat and mouse where Lilia would stalk you within the darkness and allowed you to fearfully evade his hungry gaze. You stopped to look around, even choosing to look up and see if the Fae was floating among the branches. And yet, there was no sign of him. It filled you with a sense of relief and the feeling that maybe you had a chance. You moved faster through the forest and listened to the sound of your heart beating in your ears. You had a chance. You would be just fine.

And there he was. Your heart skipped with joy as you spotted Silver, speaking happily with a group of woodland animals in a small moonlit clearing beside a glittering pond. You reached out to him, preparing to call out until a hand grabbed you from behind. A gag could be heard as the hand yanked hard on the back of your collar and threw you to the cold, wet Earth below you. Lilia had caught you before Silver found you. 

Lilia pinned you to the mossy earth below you with a hand forced over your mouth, allowing you to kick and thrash in an attempt to break free from his hold. His blood colored eyes admired the fearful expression you wore, a faint rouge bloomed across his pale, porcelain skin. “You don’t understand how delicious you look when you’re terrified. It’s such a breathtaking view from above.” He chuckled quietly as he leaned in close, his body resting on top of yours as he straddled your hips. “Now that I have found you, I shall be claiming my reward. Not that you have any say against it.” He cooed gently as he lowered his head towards your throat. 

You weakly thrashed and kicked until you felt a pair of pointe fangs pierce your skin. And suck. With Lilia’s body pressed against yours, forcing you into the ground, you were slowly submitting to the fae drinking your blood with soft sucks and gulps. You were becoming light headed as Lilia hummed happily. Savoring the warmth and flavor of your blood with no intention of stopping soon.

He wouldn’t stop until Silver woke up from this dream.

Tagged Accounts: @candlewitch-cryptic

[oroniusn]

Introductions

Hello! You may call me Samuel :] (or Sam, Samael, Oroniusn, Oro, I’m not picky!) I decided to redo my introduction post so it was more accurate and elaborate.

I’m a trans man, I’m oriented aroace (romance and sex repulsed/indifferent but it fluctuates at times, when not repulsed I consider myself gay/MLM)

Currently learning German (A-1? Bordering on A-2? It’s a slow process) and will probably be posting on here in German as a practice when I get better.

American English is my native language (C2)

I’m a practicing Norse Pagan, as well as a Therian/Otherkin. I’m generally a very open person when it comes to the paranormal.

@v4c4ntgr4ves is my side blog dedicated to said practice.

-BYF-

I pretty much never check the accounts I interact with before hand, if I broke your DNI it wasn’t intentional (although I tend to find “this fandom dni” type lists stupid as hell)

I can seem very unhinged at times, that’s pretty much my normal

A detailed list of fandoms/my interests can be found below!

-Movies/Shows-

Literally every single Studio Ghibli movie

Hannibal (the show and all movies, manhunter included)

Saw 

Sweeny Todd (2007)

The Crow (1994)

The Thing (1982)

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)

Land of the Lost (1974)

Tremors (1990)

Coraline

Star Trek (specifically from 1966)

M*A*S*H (1972)

Dawn of the Dead (2004)

Apocalypse Now (1979)

The Truman Show 

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

JoJo Rabbit

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930, the new one is also good however I prefer the original)

Dunkirk

Band of Brothers (2001)

Downfall/Der Untergang 

Inglorious Bastards

Full metal jacket (1987)

Zero Dark Thirty (2012)

Look who’s back/Er Ist Wieder Da (political commentary portrayed as comedy my beloved, the book is even better)

(I’m a massive old/war movie fan and I always take suggestions for new ones!! )

-Books-

Paradise Lost

Paradise Regained

The Divine Comedy 

All Quiet on the Western Front

1984

Animal Farm

Catch-22

Crime and Punishment 

Jurassic park

The Lost World 

The Book Thief

Hannibal (all four books)

The Hunger Games

(And more)

-Music-

The Crane Wives

Swear and Shake

The Oh Hellos

Hozier

Modest Mouse

Gregory Alan Isakov

Kimya Dawson

Noah Kahan 

Iron & Wine

The Mountain Goats

Johnny Cash

Saintseneca

Radical Face

Alex G

Rammstein 

Ghost (bc)

Mitski

Mumford & Sons

Fiona Apple

Big Thief 

Florence + The Machine 

The Hunts

Radiohead

Little Chief 

Roar

(And more but this list is already long)

-Games-

Minecraft

FNAF (Been a fan since 2014 baby!)

LOZ (BOTW, TOTK, Skyward Sword and Twilight Princess mainly)

Night in the woods

Fran bow 

What remains of Edith Finch

Stardew Valley 

(Just the main ones I’ll talk about)

-Podcasts-

Welcome To Nightvale

The Magnus Archives 

Creep Cast 

The Red Thread

-YouTubers/Streamers-

Philza

Wendigoon

ESOTERICA 

Jacksepticeye

Sam O’nella 

GTLive 

Game theory (and all attached channels)

Watcher

-Hobbies-

Crochet

Knitting (although I’m not very good yet I do still enjoy it!)

Quilting

Hiking (I love, LOVE being out in nature, I’d die in the city)

Witchcraft

Writing (both my own stories and fan fiction)

Art (painting and digital)

Foraging (both for food and medicine purposes)

Folk medicine/medicinal herbs (just small stuff for myself right now, I’m not confident enough in my skills yet)

Herping (I keep a notebook full of native species I’ve found out on my walks, especially snakes)

Collecting bones, pelts, and other animal parts

Bird watching

Hunting/Trapping (I put this in hobbies because I do enjoy doing it, however I only hunt for food and use every part of the animal)

[rocknrolldaughter]

The Girl That I Love Best

Description: Elvis finds himself growing more and more infatuated with Y/N, but fears that confessing his feelings will ruin their relationship. However, Y/N is having the same feelings.

Warnings: nothing much, female reader

this gif is so cute I can't cope

Elvis, one of your closest friends, looked up at you with an expression of pure intrigue while you began to re-enact a very drastic conversation you had with a friend earlier today. With each bold move, each new impression, his eyebrows raised, as if to convey disbelief. Your intricate movements and rambled storytelling made his heart fill with joy, excited by your passion for living. However, his fixation upon you eventually caused him to lose his grip upon your anecdotes. He couldn't quite recognise his feelings for you just yet, but, secretly, you were all he wanted.

"Would you ever believe it, Elvis?" You rushed to his side, instantaneously breaking his trance.

"No, baby, not in a million years." He laughed, hoping it had been the appropriate response.

"You know, Elvis, sometimes I feel like you're the only person I can trust." You exhaled, as he playfully threw his arm over your shoulder.

"Well, girl, I'm always here." He chuckled, as you retreated into his touch.

"Oh, Elvis!" You suddenly cried out, as his heart flew a bit at your quick change of mood.

"You okay, darlin?" He asked, as you trekked across your room to your record collection.

"I got a new record, Elvis. Oh, you just have to listen to it. Life changing." You smiled, handing him the record as he stared at it intensely.

"Trust me, girl. I will. If you like it, it's gotta be good."

Elvis had been the light of your life for years. All you ever wished for was for him to requite your feelings for him. But you knew it would never happen. You weren't as talented, or quiet, and you were too adventurous. While you could dream of a world where you two shared a life, it would never happen. Your trail of thought was quickly cut off, when your mother came in the room to announce that Elvis had to go home.

"Well, honey, I'll see ya soon." Elvis smiled, embracing you for a few seconds before waving goodbye.

"Elvis, wait!" You shouted as he began to leave your room.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Look after the record for me." You beamed, as he returned a larger smile and left, with the record tucked safely under his arm.

Then, you were alone again. Just you and your dreams.

Elvis made his way through the night down to Club Handy, where he and BB took a table at the back of the room.

"So, what's with you, man? You've been quiet as a mouse ever since you got here, what have you been up to?" BB asked, noticing Elvis's unusual silence.

"Well, you know, I've just been with Y/N today, hanging about her house." Elvis laughed, remembering the experience.

"Oh, yeah? She okay?"

"She's always fine, BB. You know that sadness could not reach that girl. She's always smilin, always laughin. Always up for a dance or a song. You know, she's got this new record-" Elvis began, his eyes lighting up at the mention of you.

"E.P, man, you can't keep pretending that you don't love her." BB sighed, placing down his drink as Elvis shot him a look of confusion.

"Pardon?" Elvis laughed, raising an eyebrow as he turned his full attention to BB besides him.

"Y/N, man!" BB exclaimed.

"The hell? I don't love her, BB, she's just my friend, that's all-" Elvis began, until BB quickly cut him off.

"Christ, E.P, you think I'm a fool? All you talk about is damn Y/N. Listening to the music she likes, reading the books she likes, watching the movies she likes. You're damn obsessed with that girl."

"No, man, she's...weird."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, BB, you know. She's strange. She stands out from all the other girls, she doesn't pass out when she sees me. She has her own personality, her own life. Her own story. She talks way too much, always ramblin about something or other. And when she laughs, it kinda makes me laugh too. I don't know, I just like her laugh. Her smile, man, don't get me started on it. She shows all her teeth, and her eyes light up, and good God man-"

"E.P, do you hear yourself?" B.B questioned. Elvis took a moment to analyse his own words, then realised he was describing everything he loved about her. He felt his face drop, and his heart somewhat lift.

"God, man, I'm in love." He finally sighed.

"You gotta get that girl." BB advised, as Elvis's face suddenly contorted into a look of pure horror.

"I can't, BB, I can't. What if she don't like me back? What if I scare her? I can't sacrifice our relationship, just because of some silly feelings." Elvis whispered, slightly panicking.

"Who cares, man? If she don't like it, move on. But you've gotta try."

Elvis promptly rushed out of the club, as if he was racing time itself to get to you. He swiftly ignored all the cheering fans on the street, hastily jumping into his Cadillac as he sped to your house.

You had been relaxing in your room, staring into space as you tried to get Elvis off your mind. Then, as if God had answered your prayers, you heard a knock at your window.

Slightly frightened, you walked over to the window, only to reveal Elvis hanging onto the ledge, with a grin on his face.

"Elvis? The hell are you doin here? It's 10pm!" You whispered, as not to wake your mother. You seemed angry on the outside, but deep inside you were nothing short of ecstatic. You let him in, watching him climb into your room.

"I missed you, baby. I wanted to speak to you." He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sat on your bed.

"Oh, yeah? About what?"

"Well, Y/N, darlin, forgive me if I sound outta line, but I... I think I love ya, doll."

"You do, Elvis?"

"Yeah, baby. I understand if you don't feel the same, but you've gotta know how much you mean to me. I love the way you smile, I love the way you dance, I love the way you can find interest in about damn everythin. I love your cooking, I love hearing your voice, I love when you call, I love seein ya. Because you're the most gorgeous girl in the world. And I'll be damned if anyone else comes close to ya. So, Y/N, girl, what do you think?" He poured his heart out, as each word made you even more unsure that this was real. For a moment, you stared up at him in awe, delighted and fascinated by his nature.

"I've wanted ya too, Elvis, for the longest time." You finally answered, wrapping your arms around him as he smoothed your hair.

Everything was fine.

[shadowmaat]

Small god of engineering miracles

There's a scene in S2 of Good Omens where Aziraphale borrows someone's mobile to make a call and does so by asking the phone nicely to do it.

All I could think of is the scene in Star Trek IV where Scotty tries to talk to an "ancient" computer by picking up the mouse and going "hello, computer!"

Obviously it didn't work. But imagine if it did. Imagine the reaction of the salesguy when some random weirdo comes in and talks to a computer and it answers him.

That alone would be funny enough, but then the hamster wheel in my head started spinning.

So now imagine that in some future time, Scotty is Known to some machine consciousness. He's considered a Friend of Machines. Maybe even factor in all that time he spent trapped in the transporter buffer for how this came to be. Add in some "quantum computing" thingamajig that sends ripples up and down the timeline. 99% of the time it isn't relevant because Scotty, as he's "known" in the future, doesn't exist yet.

But then you send that Scotty back in time to 1986. He walks into a computer store, picks up a mouse, and says "hello, computer!"

A lot of handwavy stuff happens and this desktop computer, existing centuries before Scotty was even born, suddenly gains enough quantum contamination (wave your hands harder) and realizes this is Montgomery Scott. I need to help him. And so the words appear on the screen:

Hello, Mr. Scott. How may I help you?

Cue the salesguy's jaw hitting the floor as Scotty happily chats with the computer that absolutely should not work that way.

Anyway, I know there's a billion reasons why it couldn't work (and I understand it was important for things to play out the way they did in Voyage Home) but I still find the idea vastly amusing.