#oh also i think my tablet is finally dead

[amelia-yap]

heyyyy!!!!

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[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) tells the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland.

What was meant as an April Fool's joke somehow turns Night Raven College into a battlefield.

Idea by anon.

"Why did you go around and tell the dorm leaders out of all people that they're the most handsome person in the world? Why, (Y/n)?"

Deuce paced back and forth between the fire place and the couch of Ramshackle's living room, his hands crossed behind back. The frown on his face deepened even more when he found you lazily lounging on a nearby recliner.

"I thought it would be funny to see everyone's reaction!" you said and laughed to yourself. "And actually, seeing Riddle turn as red as his hair was hilarious. Also, you should have heard Idia's screaming through the tablet."

Ace's lips quirked upwards into a grin. "Okay, that does sound funny."

"Quit the yapping," Grim yelled from the other side of the living room. He had a few wooden boards in his arms and a hammer balanced on top. "I need help barricading the windows."

"Right." A hum of exasperation escaped Deuce's lips while he pointed into the direction where all the commotion was coming from. The noise must have originated from the main building, and the fact that it was still audible in the Ramshackle mansion was incredibly concerning. "I don't think you realise how dire the situation is out there."

"Did someone call me?" a newcomer suddenly asked.

All four of you whirled around to find Crowley standing by the entrance to the living room. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest. Without allowing you any time to react to his sudden appearance, he rushed over to your side with wide steps. His heavy shadow loomed over you.

"Oh, it's just you, Headmaster," you began and sat up. "How are you—"

He interrupted you with a dramatic sigh. "You truly offend me, my darling child." Without further explanation, he put his hand to his forehead and sank into the couch, right next to you.

"What?" You sat up straight. "What have I done now?"

"You go around telling the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in the world! But you forgot about me?" A playfully offended frown decorated his face. When the resident ghosts dared to peek around the corner in curiosity, he addressed them immediately, "Did the prefect also compliment you three?"

"Of course!" the ghost in the middle exclaimed dreamily. His eyes practically took the shape of hearts when he put his hands to his chest. "My heart began beating so quickly, I thought I had come back from the dead. The prefect truly has a way with charming people, dead or alive."

His reply had the headmaster sink into the cushions of his seat even further. "Oh, how you wound me..."

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in innocent confusion. "Is that why you came here, Headmaster?"

At his words, Crowley lazily rose to his feet again and straightened his cloak. "Partly, yes." He cleared his throat, although he sent you one last glare before moving on, "I also came because the entire campus is a warzone. The dorms have decided to band together and fight against each other to defend their leader's honour. Everyone thinks the others are lying."

"See?" Grim pointed to the windows he had already barricaded. "And you think I'm the one overreacting?"

The volume of his voice had you rolling your eyes. "Calm down, everyone." Then, you finally summoned the willpower to rise to your feet. "Can't I just talk to them?"

"You must, since you are the perpetrator."

A rush of annoyance came over you. The constant noise from the main building caused a headache to form. You rubbed the bridge of your nose. "It was just an April Fool's joke... I didn't think anyone would take it this seriously," you muttered in resignation. "These boys... Fine, I'll go out and clear things up."

Grim stopped you before you could leave the living room. His large blue eyes shone meaningfully. "Henchhuman, just in case you don't return, I wanted to tell you that..." he trailed off and took your hand into his paws. "I'll be taking your favourite scarf! You won't need it anymore, right?"

At once, you ripped your hands out of his grasp. "You're an idiot, Grim," you grumbled and simply walked around him to exit the building.

Deuce came rushing after you. "We'll accompany you, (Y/n). That's what friends are there for."

"Really? Do we have to?" Ace asked with raised eyebrows. He seemed reluctant, still remaining by the fire place where he had last stopped pacing. But even he wasn't immune to Deuce's pressing gaze, and with the headmaster joining in, he was done for. Begrudingly throwing his hands into the air, he joined your side. "Fine..."

"I'll stay here," Grim yelled after the three of you, "to make sure they don't break in and steal my tuna."

"They're in the Hall of Mirrors. Please stop them before they destroy my prized mirrors!"

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"I knew you were a schemer, Azul. But I didn't take you for a liar."

"You call me a liar, Riddle? Me and my business are very much trustworthy. The same couldn't be said about you, though."

You arrived in the Hall of Mirrors not a second too late. The place was packed to the brim with students from every dorm. Just blinking once had been enough to lose track of Ace and Deuce. And by now, you had given up on finding them in this huge mass of people. You would have never thought that you would one day see so many people fit into this hall. But here you were, struggling to make your presence known with the loud and large crowd.

You could already see most of the dorm leaders facing off against each other in the very middle, where the students had formed a pit. But none of them seemed to hear your voice over all the murmuring.

"Come on, let's get this over with quickly," Leona said and rolled his eyes. "As soon as we have established that you're all in the wrong, I can go back to doing something more productive, such as napping."

"Guys, why can't we all be the most handsome person in the world together? I'd be open to sharing the title," Kalim said in worry when he noticed how everyone's voice dripped with malice.

"As a matter of fact, 'most handsome' is the superlative form and implies that the title is exclusively reserved for one person only." Everyone's eyes solely lay on Malleus as he spoke, his deep and calm voice bouncing off the walls to reach your ears. The air turned cold out of a sudden, and nobody dared to whisper even a single word — not even you.

But Rook dared to cut through the tangible air with his cheery voice. "Oh, a fight for beauty! This battle will be legendary!" he exclaimed in excitement, as if he had been born for this very moment. "I will gladly defend your honour, Vil."

His dorm leader didn't seem to reciprocate his enthusiasm, however. "Quit it, Rook. We all know that the prefect's compliment for all of us was in mere vain — a joke to gauge our reaction," Vil said and flicked his wrist elegantly. "Tell everyone to return to whatever they were doing previously, I have more important matters to attend to."

"Ortho, can you get me more popcorn—" a voice came from the floating tablet in the first row. An embrassed shriek escaped its speakers once everyone turned their attention to it. "Oh, I forgot to mute... Sorry, everyone." And on cue, the speakers went silent.

An awkward cough went through the crowd, but the dorm leaders quickly returned to facing off against each other.

"So, shall we begin?"

"I suppose."

Just as one was about to make the first move, you managed to stumble into the middle of the pit. "No, stop it!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.

A round of gasps went through the crowd, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden arrival. Vil was the only exception. "Ah, the prefect has arrived," the dorm leader drawled. Knowing chuckles escaped his perfectly painted lips. "Now, would you mind enlightening the others about your little joke?"

"Right, tell the others who you really think is the most handsome."

"Yes, I want to see the grins wiped off their faces."

You hated yourself after having gazed upon their expectant faces. Most of them wore a pair of puppy eyes that gleamed brightly with eagerness. Unable to face them, you lowered your gaze in shame. "Actually, I told every one of you that you were the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland." Nervous chuckles escaped your lips when the entire hall went deadly silent. You raised your hands into the air defensively. "Please, it was just a joke. Today is April Fool's, guys."

Riddle clicked his tongue. "A punishment for unfunny jokes is in order."

"You hurt our feelings, (Y/n)!" Kalim cried out and put his hands on his hips. When Jamil handed him a handkerchief, the dorm leader blew his nose loudly.

An unreadable smile appeared on Azul's face. "Perhaps it is time we banded together," he suggested, as if negotiating for a contract.

Your smile turned more nervous by the second, especially when they began to circle you. "Guys? It was kinda funny, don't you think?" you said, suddenly unable to hold in your laughter anymore. "Your reactions were priceless."

"Get the prefect!" everyone yelled at once.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 12

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Another chapter as promised. Prepare for Finnick to enter his trust issues era…

Content Warnings - people were tortured, someone canonically attempts to kill Katniss (Peeta *cough cough*)

You wake up on a hovercraft, unsure of what happened. Peeta, Johanna and Annie are also in the room, but only you are awake. Was Annie also in the capital? She must have been. You’re thankful she looks unharmed.

Peeta and Johanna did not seem to get the same treatment as you and Annie. Peeta is extremely malnourished and is covered in cuts and bruises. Looking at Johanna, you would have thought she was dead if it wasn’t for the slow rise and fall of her chest.

One of the soldiers notices you are awake and slowly approaches you. It’s not till he does that you notice they cuffed your hands and you’re chained to the wall.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the man states as he crouches down to your level. "My name is Boggs and I’m from District 13. We rescued you and the other tributes from the capital and are bringing you to 13. Do you have any questions?”

“Can you take these off?” you ask him, holding up your cuffs. He looks a bit surprised at your question.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he states. “Based on your file it states that you are to be restrained as you may be a danger to others, especially when waking up.” He seems to be reading this information from an electronic tablet he’s holding.

“I bet it also says I don’t talk,” you mutter.

“That would be correct…” he says, realizing that you are talking to him.

“Well I don’t need these anymore,” you state. “I’m not a danger to anyone. The capital fixed me. I’m completely harmless.”

“I’m afraid my orders state you must remain cuffed until you are cleared by the doctors in District 13,” he replies.

“And how long will that be?” you ask.

“We will be landing in an hour,” he responds.

An hour feels like eternity when you are waiting for your freedom. Boggs confirmed to you that Finnick is alive in District 13 and somewhat well. Apparently he’s been having a really hard time coping with your absence and is excited for your return. He really missed you.

District 13 is chaotic when you land. Annie is allowed to walk off of the hovercraft on her own but Johanna and Peeta are loaded up onto stretchers and whisked away to the hospital.

Even though you tell them that you can walk just fine, the doctors make you sit in a wheelchair so they can chain you to it while a soldier pushes you. Nobody here trusts you not to act out.

“Where’s Finnick?” you ask the soldier pushing your wheelchair.

“Not sure,” he grunts. “They won’t allow you visitors until they decide you aren’t a threat.”

You arrive at your room and they transfer your restraints to the metal bed.

“Oh I’m not the one you should be worried about,” you tell the man. “Peeta on the other hand…”

You’re cut short by the sound of someone yelling out for you.

“Finnick?” you yell back. “Finnick!”

The blond comes sliding into view when he’s held back by two District 13 soldiers. You want to cry at the sight of him. He looks like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days. His fingers are bloody from the rope in his hands and he looks like a lost puppy.

“Y/N!” he calls out. “Let me see her!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Odair,” one of the guards says. “She is not allowed visitors until she has been cleared by our doctors.”

“Oh god doctors?” Finnick asks. “She hates doctors. If anyone is going to set her off it’s a doctor. She killed two of them in the capital.”

The soldiers radio for backup, thinking you’re even more of a threat.

“Let me see him!” you yell. “I won’t hurt anyone. They fixed me.”

“I’m the only one who can calm her down,” Finnick explains. “If she gets out of hand I’ll sedate her. Give me some sedatives.”

The doctor outside my room agrees to Finnick’s plan and the soldiers finally let him in. He shoves the sedatives into his jumpsuit pocket before bursting into the room.

“Finnick!” you exclaim, holding your chained arms as far out as they can reach. You need to hold him, to make sure he’s real.

“Y/N,” he sobs, finally breaking down. “I’m so sorry. I missed you so much.”

“Come here,” you tell him, motioning for him to sit on the bed next to you. He hesitates before reaching out to gently touch your hand.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes now get over here,” you state, nearly yanking him on top of you.

He climbs into your small bed and you nuzzle up against him. The cuffs dig into your wrists but you don’t care.

“I’m so happy,” you hum.

Suddenly chaos erupts down the hall and a soldier bursts into your room, gun pointed at you.

“Mr. Odair,” he states. “Step away from Miss Y/L/N.”

“No,” you state, holding Finnick closer to you. “He stays.”

“Something is wrong,” the soldier tells Finnick, ignoring you. “Mr. Melark just tried to kill Katniss.”

Finnick tenses up at this news before slowly climbing out of your bed and backing away from you.

“That’s because the capital trained him to do that,” you try to explain. “They didn’t do that to me. I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“There will be no visitors to any of the rescued victors until they are individually deemed safe,” the soldier states. “Mr. Odair you are wanted in command.”

Finnick gives you a worried look as he leaves, wondering if you might turn on him at any moment.

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[callsignfate]

Valeria x chaotic wife pt.4

(To everyone who likes these, here you go part 4. enjoy because I have a few more posts for today)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five

Part Six/ Part Seven/

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R/N: I used to wish to grow up faster and be an adult.

Valeria: yea, well, how did that go?

R/N doing paperwork: very fucking awful. What do half of these words fucking mean?

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Valeria opening the door: Today on where is my wife: dead, lost, doing something stupid with my workers, or injured.

R/N trying to hide Valeria's men: GO GO GO

Valeria: you've gotta be fucking kidding me-

R/N: They volunteered to let me paint their nails black.

Valeria: I'd believe it at this point.

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R/N: Do you ever wonder if there is supposed to be a path in life and if you go off of it bad things happend and we just call it back luck?

Valeria: I think I was meant to run Las Almas. Become El Sin Nombre.

R/N: Intresting.

Valeria an hour later watching her wife do something stupid and almost kill herself and her men somehow: ..or maybe this is the punishment for going off of the path.

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R/N: Do you ever question what you do?

Valeria: No, do you?

R/N: I love that you think I even stop and consider my actions. Not even for a second.

Valeria: Yea. No, I figured that out.

(Valeria, unlocking the handcuffs you put yourself in thinking it would be fun.)

Valeria: Next time, do it infront of your body so you can open the door and not scream and make everyone think you are dying.

R/N: I'm glad you already knew I'd eventually do this again.

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Valeria, watching you put another piece of tape on your glasses after you fell and broke them for the millionth time: they might as well be held together by your hopes and dreams

R/N: Actually my hopes and dreams were to marry you, and I've already done that.

Valeria: I should be appreciative but that's just sad. Nothing else?

R/N: ... maybe get new glasses?

Valeria: ...We should get you a hobby.

R/N: I annoy you all day a hobby would distract me from that.

Valeria: YUP DEFINITELY NEED A HOBBY...and don't say annoying me is a hobby.

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R/N: I tried cooking as a hobby.

Valeria doing paperwork: that's great sweetie. Can't wait to try it.

R/N: Who knew knives could be so sharp.

Valeria finally looking up: HOW AND WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD?!

R/N: ...tin cans can also be sharp.

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Valeria: Just sit right there. Don't move. You have your phone, a tablet, snacks, and a book.

R/N: Yea but why am I sitting in your office with you today?

Valeria: We are out of band-aids and I need to get my work done.

R/N: So I get to spend all day with you?

Valeria: ...Yea no I see where I went wrong when I planned this. None of my paperwork is getting done is it?

R/N: Oh, no, definitely not.

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[beautifulbuckys]

Perfume Allergy (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader makes an unlikely friend on her flight to Italy. 

Warnings: I believe a little swearing, talks of planes and such.

A/N: I came up with this story on a plane! It was a blast to write and I’m honestly really proud of it. I hope you enjoy!

You always found flying in an airplane to be an odd experience. A set amount of people, usually around 100 plus, were all leaving a certain destination to get to another destination; on the same time, on the same day. All hundred of those people board a thin metal tube that’ll fly at over 30,000 miles in the sky at around 500 miles per hour. If you were to ask these people why they’re going to their final destination; you’d get varied answers. Work, visiting family, college, going to a sports game. 

Which leads you to now. If you’d been told this morning that you’d be witnessing a near allergic reaction freakout on your flight to Venice, you’d laugh. However, you can’t laugh now. There was a whole fiasco going on in the main cabin of the large plane. 

“You said Peter has a perfume allergy?” A tall, bearded man in a tan golfers cap asked. “I’ll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel hives breaking out already,” The man stood up from his middle-row seat. A boy 2 rows up, sporting a zip-up dark blue hoodie also stood up. His expression was one of shock and disappointment, staring at another boy deeply. His brown hair was gelled neatly to the sides, creating a simple hairstyle. 

The tall man commanded a few passengers, asking a pretty girl named MJ to stand up, and telling a boy named Ned to sit in her spot. The brown-haired, blue sweatshirt boy was staring at sat down. That’s Ned. Noted. The bearded man spun around the narrow aisle, pointing around other people to other seats. 

“Ned, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is my responsibility,” The man said. He also muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t quite make it out. 

Once all the commotion ended, who you learned to be Peter and Mr. Harrington sat down in the row in front of you. Peter softly thanked the man for saving him and awkwardly shuffled to his seat. It was a funny situation. Mr. Harrington was right, perfume allergies were definitely no joke. 

“Did I tell you about how my wife pretended to blip out? Turns out she ran off with a guy in her hiking group; we had a fake funeral for her and everything. Well, the funeral was real. I thought she was really dead. Do you wanna see the video?” Mr. Harrington rambled. You felt for Peter. He was publicly embarrassed by his friend for having a simple allergy. Now he’s stuck sitting next to his chatty teacher who makes strange comments. You chuckle, partly because of the hilarity of the teacher’s comment. The other part was due to the fact that Peter was going to be subjected to this for the next 9 hours. “Oh! You have a dual headphone adapter. Here, we can watch it together!”

Oof. This was going to be a long flight.

You didn’t think of the idea until an hour into the flight. This plane ride was international, meaning, obviously, you had access to the tablet screens hooked up to your seat. Most airlines carry a feature where you can chat with seatmates or other passengers on the plane. If you’re not mistaken, maybe you can make a new friend?

You bit your thumb as you scroll through all the computer features. The small screen carried almost everything. Hit new movies, streaming and live TV shows, cute little games, and more. After scrolling for a while, you found the ‘chat’ option. 

A green welcome screen appeared before you. It requested you type in your desired chat buddy’s seat number. Well, he’s directly a row in front of you. If you are row 24, he’s row 23. After counting seat positions in your head, Peter should be 23F. Carefully, you type the seat number in; it alarmed you the passenger has been invited.

It took a long minute before Peter accepted. 

23F: Hello?

24F: Hi…is this perfume allergy Peter?

Despite the loud roaring of the airplane engines, you heard a close groan. This frustrated reaction causes a slight chuckle to escape your lips. Hopefully, you thought, he didn’t hear this and wouldn’t immediately hate you. 

23F: Ugh, you heard that?

24F: Loud and clear. Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny. Definitely not as embarrassing as you thought. That 16-year-old getting caught with the drink was far funnier. 

Typing these long sentences on the small screen was rather difficult. It wasn’t the most efficient way to communicate. The small tiles on the keyboard could only do so much when you are trying to type fast. Your tapping was louder than the groan Peter let out moments before. Maybe he’ll be curious about the noise and look behind him to find you? You can't deny, that when you saw the boy stand up you found him attractive. His face had sharp features, and you couldn’t help but notice the muscle tone that shone through his flannel and sweatshirt. 

23F: Would it be embarrassing to admit I know him?

You pause. Wait…was that kid also on this weird field trip Peter was going on? Must be a senior trip or something. 

24F: Not as embarrassing as having the name Perfume Allergy Peter. Is this a school trip?

There was a slight pause in Peter’s responses. You’d imagined he also was having the same typing struggle you were. You heard some rustling in front of you. From the small crack between the seats, it had been Mr. Harrington. You could hear the soft snores coming from his open mouth. Jeez, he could catch flies with that thing. 

23F: Harhar. Yeah, science trip. Most of my class is here. 

The more you and Peter talked, you both learned about each other. Peter had an Aunt named May that he trusted with his life. He learned you were in Venice on a short vacation. Despite being a teenager, your parents trusted you immensely. So they bought your tickets and reserved the hotel. Peter had a best friend Ned, who was the boy he was sitting next to before he got up. He also didn’t have a perfume allergy. He fessed up on trying to sit next to a girl. You found it corny, but oddly charming. 

You cracked a smile. As you attempted to type your reply, the screen froze up. A small alert came up reading ‘Announcement In Progress…’. Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to listen.

“Attention passengers. We have officially reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. You are now able to use the in-seat power outlets located at the bottom of your seats as well as the bottom of the in-seat TV tabled located in front of you. Shortly, our flight attendants will be roaming the cabin with drink carts where you get a complimentary drink and snack. About halfway through our flight, you will be provided with a complimentary meal. To see the menu, you can find it on your TV screen under the ‘food menu’ option. Now, please sit back and enjoy our flight to Venice,” A friendly feminine voice came over the PA within the plane. Some jolted awake, while others were still completely passed out. That counted Mr. Harrington.

He shared more about the alcohol boy, who he called Flash. Peter told the story about how he once crashed the boy’s car. However, he left a lot of holes in the story. When you asked why he had it, he told some patchy story about being a part-time valet. 

23F: You never told me your name. 

24F: I’m a woman of mystery. 

You’d caught Peter trying to turn around in his seat a few times. You knew he caught glimpses of you because you caught glimpses of him. Now that you’re closer in proximity to him, you saw more details. His left eyebrow had a bit of disturbance in it. He also had a small scar on his left cheek, close to the cheekbone. He was gorgeous. You couldn't deny it. Even on a travel day where he’ll be jet lagged and sweaty once the ride is done, he still looked amazing. You felt a little awkward in your baggy sweatshirt and yoga pants now. 

23F: Wanna play 20 questions?

You chuckled. If you had a dollar for every time you’d heard that question in your teenage years; you’d be a quadrillionare. Sure, that’s not a real number. Which further encapsulates your dramatic point. 

24F: Ick, is that your way of asking if I’m a virgin?

A hand appeared, dangling over your screen. It was Peter’s. He was flipping you off. 

23F: I just wanted to know your favorite color :(

A tap on the shoulder made you jump. Your seatmate, a sweet older lady, was trying to get your attention. Slowly, she pointed towards the aisle on your left. You looked up from the screen, seeing a taller male flight attendant with a chunky grey cart. He smiled at you, motioning towards the cart. 

“Anything for you, ma’am?” His kind smile caused you to smile as a reaction. His hair was red, funnily resembling someone from the Weasley family in Harry Potter. He wore a goofy-looking dark blue suit. In all honesty, it looked a bit large on him. 

Your smile never faded, “Water, please.”

After you’d received the hilariously miniature cup, you saw another message pop up from Peter on your tablet. You’d set the plastic on your small table, placing it in the designated dip for cups that it offered. 

23F: Gee, Smiley McGee over there. You’d think he had a six-pack under that suit or something. 

24: Someone’s mad they don’t have a 6 pack under their flannel. 

Suddenly, you hear more rustling and movement ahead of you. You peek through the crack; Peter’s teacher was still. His mouth was still wide open, and there was a slight snore. A seatbelt unbuckled and now someone is towering in front of you. Peter’s hands were dangling over your screen, leaning his entire body weight on the back of his seat. 

“What if I did?” Peter questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow. 

You humorously frowned, “What happened to the shy Peter I witnessed at the beginning of the flight? The one that had to be defended by a pretty girl? The one with the perfume allergy? Yeah, I miss him.”

He rolled his dark caramel-colored eyes. 

“I think this is the part where you say ‘I have proof’ and you lift your shirt and boom, there are six-pack abs. And then I get all shocked and flustered because I didn’t expect you to be telling the truth. Then, we exchange numbers, get married, and live happily ever after. Just like in all the cheesy romantic comedies from the 90s. Foolproof plan!” 

Peter laughed, shuffling around on his knees to get in a more comfortable position. “You’re a crazy lady. At least buy me dinner first.”

“Already did.”

“But it’s complimentary?” 

You laughed, “I was hoping you didn’t hear that.”

Peter chuckled with you. For the past 5 hours, you’d been speaking to this boy. He knew your whole story. If you were a story, he was the best friend who knew your true origin. Considering the Avengers and stuff, maybe you secretly were a superhero. Or Peter? Nah. Who are you kidding? That kind of stuff doesn’t happen to teenagers flying out of JFK International Airport.

“Well…maybe you could make it up to me by possibly giving me a special 10-digit number?” The brunette suggested, raising his left eyebrow up and down. 

You hold your hand up to your ear. You also squinted your eyes, really trying to fake not being able to hear him. “I’m sorry, Peter. The engines are too loud. I’m having a really hard time hearing you. Can you repeat yourself?”

“I want your phone number.”

“At least by me dinner first.” You smirked.

[eyesteeth]

Details from The Mermaid's Tongue (Demo)

Spoilers for the entirety of the demo/the Mermaid's Tongue Prologue and Tangle Tower + theorizing on future plot points for the final game.

So, right off the bat: 

Stonetop Inn: as in Selena Stonetop, mother of Felicia Fellow and grandmother of Freya Fellow, as indicated by the Tangle Tower family tree. The boat being named The Dearest Selena cinches it.

The dragon-looking thing on the board is the Silversnake noted in the Children's Book (and Secret Research) in Tangle Tower. It is also present at the bottom of the family tree image.

The crab design on the table could be the Soulcrab... Or just a regular crab, lol

Felicia... Stonetop? Not Fellow? Perhaps she took her father’s last name after some incident? Or perhaps her heritage as a Stonetop was ignored by the family in favor of her status as a Fellow? Or perhaps it’s a retcon? Who can say...

Kristen Kale publishing… wonder if that’ll be relevant down the line.

This book also gives us some potential foreshadowing and a route for misdirection... but it being entered into evidence suggests that at least the author or publisher will be of some relevance.

I didn't take screenshots of it, but there's also an alliterative name outside the theatre on land, a W name. It's not any of the extended Fellow-Remington-Pointer family, but alliterative names have a tendency to come back... so maybe they'll be relevant to the full game, or perhaps a future one?

Tangle Tower took some beats from The Goldbug by Poe, so is this perhaps a Great Gatsby-esque green light? More literary connections? Post-war cynicism and the death of the American dream? Opulence as a disguise for deeper issues? Could be fun.

The likelihood of this being a cheeky All The Wrong Questions reference is a Big Zero, but "Silkwirm-on-Sea" is giving me "Stain’d-by-the-Sea" vibes by both the name and it being utterly dead.

I’m going to assume this is a statue depicting one of the Ambassadors (my guess would be Lord Fellow) attempting to capture the Silversnake - or the Silkwirm Serpent, as it’s called here.

I'm convinced these creatures are one and the same despite the name difference. Boggy's real name is The Amphobi, after all. It could happen again.

Also look at the hanging sign in the top right. Hold that image in your mind for a second.

Hm. Now doesn't that furnace and that glass of wine feel a little familiar... not to mention the shade of red...

...who wants to bet an Ambassador had a hand in making this submarine?

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that’s the Seafoam crest hanging over the Stonetop crest. (That is the Stonetop crest at the bottom, by the way. If you click on the hanging sign over the inn before you get onto the submarine, it reveals this information.) Perhaps the complex web of interpersonal relationships didn’t end with the Pointer-Fellow-Remington family.

And so the guessing game begins… Is The Captain’s Corpse Slumped Over The Panel In That Room

Oh, hey! I recognize that lamp. Has Felix Fellow been down here on one of his many supposed adventures?

The Silversnake returns as a metal structure inside the ship! This is starting to remind me of the constant egg motifs around Tangle Tower... and strengthening my theory that one of the Ambassadors made this ship. This is quite a prominent bit of Mystid decor, and Sally even suggests that it might be load-bearing.

The bottle of tablets having a sun on them leads me to think they’re Vitamin D tablets or the like. Not getting enough sun can really mess the body up, and being deep underwater would leave someone with no access to it. Therefore, these are likely vitamin supplements. The other side of the label having an onion, however… no clue. A mystery for the full game!

Likewise, the moon vial could be a sleeping drought. It’s hard to keep up with your sleep cycle if it’s always dark, after all.

POSTER PLAGIARISM!! Though, it's not like you're going to get called out for it twenty leagues under the sea... My guess is whoever refurbished this room into a theatre really likes the shows topside. But a witch girl seeing the ferryman while in the cauldron herself carries a different tone than a mysterious doppelgänger.

Both the “The Stargazing Girl” text and the footprints have bled through slightly to the other side of the cloth, so they must have been applied similarly (to some degree) - but the circle seems like it was always there. This is definitely part of a larger puzzle, so there's not much to say now.

Claw marks inside the cauldron… like the claw marks in the Tangle Tower aquarium, perhaps? And the gear marking on top… perhaps that’s how it was unlocked?

I also must say - I disagree with Grimoire's belief that the cauldron entity did the murder. The scratches inside the cauldron, with a single exception, are in groups of three. Magnus was specifically killed with a single slash across the throat. The creature in question would have left at least two slashes.

And so, the final analysis of this post. Grimoire suggests a supernatural entity responsible for the murder. Magnus' feet were right up by the cauldron. He fell onto his back. He left a puddle of blood on the ground. There's even a suspiciously placed hole in the wall! This is so, so similar to Freya's death. And, were it done like hers, I'd say that a long blade, like a spear, was thrust through the hole and slashed Magnus in the throat, at which point he fell backwards.

Except, I don't think that's what happened. Look at the bloodstain. Look at how it's pooling towards the cauldron. I don't think the submarine was horizontal when this murder happened. I think there was an initial impact, the main circular stain, and then the ship moved 90 degrees, resulting in the "second circle" of the stain dripping the way it does.

But, this is just theorizing from the little bits we have so far. What's done here so far is phenomenal and I can't wait to see how it goes. Will we meet the mysterious bug-post-sender? Will Penelope return? Will there be two murders on this submarine?? We'll see in 2024!!

[ziteyra]

A good soldier

Recom! Miles Quaritch xfemal!Reader

🐟 Synopsis: Quaritch needs to settle into his new Navi body and mind while y/n tries to help him as a scientist after they have admired him for years. They work together with all of Operation Phoenix and the recom Team

🐟themes: no smut(yet), but cursing, a tiny bit of Quaritch trauma, relationship in development, enemy's to friends (?) feel free to suggest any other !

🐟 warnings: none except cursing

🐠 Note: Hehhe this is my first official try at something like this so feel free to send some tips. And I'm really not sure where this is supposed to go so well see ! Love y'all 💙

Chapter 1/? :))))))

Chapter 2

"I'm a monster" he screamed. Furiously trotting around in the small room, he first woke up in.

"Don't tell me I'm better equipped to hunt them now. If you could make me like this, why not give me back my original body?"

His tail swung around quickly behind his body and his ears were laid flat on his head like an angry cat. Although he tried to deny it he exhibited all the primary Navi emotions.

You happily note something down on your tablet and then look at him again with his narrowed eyes. "Sir this was your free will, you saw the recording that you left…" for a moment you loose your voice. " I mean not really you but in a way.."

The longer you look at him the more your voice disappears as gets bigger by the second.

"Listen lady. I know you ain't the head of this operation but don't try and weasle yourself out of this" he hisses at you. Although he gets more quite with every word he doesn't become less threatening.

With his face only centimeters from yours he hisses: "Do you have any idea how it is to wake up in the body of your enemy. Knowing that you should have been dead long ago ? I've lost any respect for you scientists, and I've known quite a few. Believe me when I say it's best for you to leave now and crawl back to wherever you came from"

You quickly swallow any remaining courage you had left in your body and try to back away slowly from him. His sharp theeth still smiling at you and his eyes following your every move.

You feel like you've brought a save distance between you and the angry Lt. ,When you finally find your voice again.

"Lt. Quarritch sir, we really need to do at least some more test before operation Phoenix can start. I understand your dismay but I have clear instructions from General Ardmore, I need to follow."

"Oh for god's sake fuck your instructions" he shouts, not as angry as you expected him to be, but still with his ears laid flat to his head, flexing his shard theeth. "Who is this General Ardmore anyway?"

The mentioning of military ranks seems to have brought him back to some kind of reality and calm you realise as you clutch your research tablet closer to you.

"Well sir, General Ardmore is the chief organiser of this whole second conquest of Pandora as we call it. And I have to say, I was always quite impressed when I read and heard about your role in the first. I mean you basically single handedly managed the assault on the enemy's base. With all due respect your in our history books, sir."

"Don't try and suck up to me, it won't work." he growls but you do notice his tail stopping to swing as well as his eyes widening just a bit more.

He seemed to regret at least some of his as action as he harshly asks just a second later:

"Goddamn it soldier I don't even know your name or rank to properly berate you. Who even are you?"

"I'm y/n, Lt. " you manage to say as your barely containe your happiness about him finally calming down. " I got ordered here to Pandora ,to work and assist you with project Phoenix. Well, not only you but also your team."

"No need to bow y/n, I'll be damed if I'm really working together with one of you scientists but I guess it can be useful." He snares at you " You don't seem half bad, but don't think I'll forget who you are even for one second. Well then go be a good scientist and fetch me the rest of my godamn crew y/n we got some Navi to hunt"

You nod at his request, just happy to leave the room alive but before you can turn around he puts his blue hand on your shoulder.

" Oh and before I forget y/n you can run your darn tests too if you really need to. " Your whole body shivers as he touches you and your even more surprised when you see a smile on his sinister face.

"At last a soldier has to follow orders doesn't he."

[askbendyblogg]

Hey! This post is very important about the blog and what is currently happening! Please read if you will! (Ps: this is a very long post)

Hello everyone! Not to long ago I made a post explaining some certain stuff that will be changing and other junk like that. I have come here to inform you all some bad news involving this blog. This blog will be going on a long hiatus, and I mean long. The main reason being that my connector for the cable I use for my drawing tablet has broken, which means that I can no longer draw on my laptop or drawing tablet anymore. During that time it certainly has made me realize lots of things that I do with this blog, and that includes some of the empty promises I make. I've come to the realization that I don't have the right skill for an askblog, atleast not yet anyway, and also considering I'm still in school, it has definitely taken a toll on my work. When I first started this blog, I thought it was gonna be a piece of cake! But I was dead wrong when I decided to put some story into it, I kept on procrastinating on the story and never actually added onto it which made me frustrated. And even when I wasn't working on it, the other asks that were in the askbox felt like a challenge! And that eventually evolved to me not posting for a long while. Even in the present that still is very obviously a challenge. I will like to apologize for not posting and making some empty promises, I very obviously don't have enough skill in the moment to run an askblog, so that's why this blog will be going on hiatus, and be restarting entirely. You heard that right, the art/answered asks will be deleted. The reason behind this is due to me wanting to start over, begin something new! And y’know, actually gain more skill before deciding to add a story (if that will ever happen). I know this is all very sudden, but I made the decision that I hope will be best for me! I honestly just want to get out of school before actually doing anything, cause BOY OH BOY IS SCHOOL ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! And the moment I finally have enough time and skill, I will consider finally coming back to this blog and all of you, I have a feeling none of you will remember me or even this blog, hell, I think some of you will begin to unfollow! But that's a-okay with me, its quite understandable really, people don't exactly follow blogs that don't post anything! I'm gonna come back, thats a fact, but it will be a long time until I finally post once more, I will be back eventually. I forgot to mention, all of the asks in the askbox will be deleted, I'm extremely sorry for this! Like I said, everything is restarting and I hope you understand!

Before I finally decide to head off, I just want to thank each and every one of you, I never had any idea that alot of people would even enjoy this blog! To all the people who followed, liked, and all that other junk, I thank you×1000, I probably would've given up way earlier if it wasn't for you guys!! YALL ARE AWESOME AND DESERVE ALL THE GOOD ENERGY!!!

Alright, now incase I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight. 👋

(If you got that reference you are very swag)

[stuffedsand]

Wahey milgram oc time my silly guya

013 - Shiratori Masaki

My boy

- 20

- prisoner number 013 (I slapped them into base milgram cuz I don't wanna make a whole new cast)

- to quote my own character notes: cringefail specimen of a man.

-- fun name thing! His first name means "true, hope" hehe

UNDERCOVER

"Under, oh so aware of all that you say

This makes me sick, so please, go away"

Votes (fabricated lmao)

T1 - INNOCENT

T2 - GUILTY

Songs of Prisoners

+T1 – what…what are you talking about?

+T2 – no…you-you’re lying!

Voice trailer (t1)

Oh uh… Shiratori Masaki, that's my name. 20, uni student. Uhh what else … oh, sorry if I forget anything, i, ah, my memory has never been any good

If I'm being honest…I don't know what the hell you're talking about! No one around me has died recently. At least…not as far as I can recall…

*Takai? Takai! Wake up! This isn't funny..!*

Voice trailer (t2)

Hi, Es-kun, how have you been? Ah, Shiratori Masaki. You didn't forget our deal, right?

*Shut up! I don't want to listen to you and your stupid problems anymore!*

Personality

-- a timid yet stubborn man. It is very difficult to change his opinions on things. Polite, but very quick to turn defensive if blame is turned on him.

He can be a prick at times.

Extra notes

-- a man with really bad memory loss. During T1 interro, he makes a deal that he'll take MILGRAM seriously if Es can tell him who his victim is. And he has to believe it

-- not mentioned but his memory loss is a trauma response. Dead bodies are traumatic I don't think that's a contraversial take

-- the indirect murderer of the pair

Full body:

Please note -- his ugly fucking shoes were not an accident he has a horrible fashion sense

014 - Akabane Kazuko

The She

-23

-prisoner number 014

-based off one of my multifandom ocs (and my favourite of the 2)

--fun name thing! Her name means "gentle/kind/harmonious child". 子 is also(apparantly) male specific. I have fun reasons for that

UNDERCOVER

(pardon the artstyle change this was done on my tablet instead of my computer and was. Rushed💀)

Under, I don't care if I'm in the right or wrong

Songs of prisoners

Full of malice, we will waltz to our doom

Votes (edit)

T1 - guilty

T2 - (?)

+t1 – let's get on with it, shall we?

+T2 – ...you're not very good at this.

T1 – voice trailer

Hello. I am Akabane Kazuko. 24. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Warden.

I am interested in how all this will play out. But nothing will really change the impact of our actions. Remember that, Warden

* My final act… will take your breath away! *

T2 – voice trailer

Good day, Warden. Kazuko, you remember, yes? Seems your choices have caused quite the ruckus.

* You…You know what you've done! I'll make you pay for it!*

Personality

-- a calm and gentle woman. A showman at heart, she is elegant and loves performing magic tricks.

-- some are unsettled by her, but she does her best to be kind and friendly to those she speaks to

Extra notes:

-- Magician coded :)

-- because I can fabricate fan theories, es assumed they killed 2 people in trial one. They have only killed one.

-- the direct murderer of the pair

Full body: (outdated a lil, I changed her vibe. Design still stands)

Please note -- bowling alley socks

Interro qns (please give me some interro questions tho I'm very bad at thinking any up)

Also note: interros are formatted as

--

Question

Kazuko

Masaki

--

Cuz I wrote this when I labelled Kazuko as 001 and Masaki as 002. I'm changing it to reflect their new numbers but editing on Tumblr mobile sucks so I'm not changing the order </3

Q)Tell us your family structure

014 — mother, self, brother,

...it's just me now

013 — parents, me and my twin, Shiratori Takai.

Q)Is there people you hate?

014 — hypocrites.

Don't become one, warden

013 — people who always depend on you

Q)Which prisoner is the most similar to you?

014 – yuzuriha kotoko.

013 – hm...

Probably kayano. He looks like he doesn't know why he's here, too

Q)What was your murder weapon?

014 — what a bold question

It was a bottle.

013 — haha, I'll humour you for this one

Hmmmm...... My words, maybe? I've been told i have quite a sharp tongue

Q)What was your family like?

014 — kind, resilient. They were wonderful. I

loved them

013 — they're ok.

Which prisoner do you get along with the least?

014 — mr mukuhara. Nothing against him, he just reminds me of someone.

013 — …Kusunoki. No reason, but I do wish she'd stop trying to talk to me. It's annoying.

Q)How has your experience been within MILGRAM ?

014 — quite good, considering we're all in here for murder.

013 — uh… good? I still don't believe you saying we're all murderers.

Q)Do you have regrets?

014 — yes. I should have done something sooner

013 — no? I did argue with my brother recently, but it was nothing, really. I'll apologize and everything will be fine

Q)Is there a verdict you hope for?

014) all I hope for is your honest judgement. I want to see how you choose to judge

013) Well, since I don't think I've done anything… I'd hope to be forgiven, of course.

Who was your victim to you?

014) nothing.

013) eh? Warden, I don't know. We made a deal remember? You tell me!

What is your father like?

014) i dont consider him my father.

013) uh…he’s my dad. What more do you want me to say, really...

What do you think of the prisoner paired with you?

014) Shiratori? Not much opinion. I do wonder what he's done to be here, though.

013) Ms Kazuko..? Shes intimidating, if I'm being honest. Not scary, just...intimidating

[this-tumbleweed-surecan-fish]

"What are you doing?" Joel landed in the grass a few steps away.

"What's it to you?" Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest.

Joel raised an eyebrow and looked over their little group. "Oh, my mistake. Why could I possibly want to know what you people in particular are doing this close to Stratos? Not you, witch, you haven't done anything. Yet."

Shubble nodded nervously.

Pixlriffs glanced at Lizzie and fWhip and - yeah, maybe Joel had a point.

"We're not doing anything bad," he assured. "It doesn't even have anything to do with Stratos, promise."

"Then there's no harm in telling me what it is, is there?" Joel scowled, clearly not believing him.

"We found a ritual to summon beings that were considered protectors of them land before the Rapture," fWhip answered. "And we want to see if it works."

"Aha," Joel made. He didn't sound convinced. But he also didn't step in as Stubble got to work, watching for any wrong move that would give him a reason to smite all of them.

They really should have considered what this would look like beforehand. But Jimmy had found the stone tablets, Lizzie had found a translation key in her library, Pixlriffs had concrete proof that there had once been an empire here, fWhip had provided free transport. And, well, Stubble was the only one capable of magic on this scale.

The energy built and built with the spell, filling the air and Pixlriffs' lungs strangely.

A flash of light blinded him and when he blinked to clear his vision there was a half translucent figure standing before him.

He rubbed his eyes and tried to take in the person's appearance. A man, human. He had red hair, a stained leather apron and gloves, clothes that seemed more appropriate for a blacksmith than a guardian of some sort.

"It actually worked," Jimmy whispered.

"Who's there?" the stranger called, turning his head and Pixlriffs got his first look at his face. His eyes had been burnt out. Tracks of soot ran down over hollow cheeks like tear tracks.

"fWhip," Joel said.

fWhip turned to him, about to ask what he wanted but the spirit was faster.

"Joel?" he swirled around towards Joel. "Is that really you?"

Joel just stared at him, wide-eyed, as if he might disappear if he so much as blinked.

"Yeah," he finally said. "It's me."

The spirit- fWhip? - reached in his direction, searching. "Did you make it out?" he asked. "Everything was burning, I thought you all -"

Joel flinched back slightly before apparently thinking better of it. He shifted into a smaller form, human shaped and sized, and took hold of the spirit's hand.

"No one made it out, fWhip," he said. "Everyone died."

"But you're here."

"We're dead."

[knurve]

I had a dream last night and part of it had msm. quick note this is kind of disturbing of you don't like voidcorn and I guess body horror (nothing super extreme) oh and light gore for the lack of better word and mentions of heart attacks but nobody dies or even has a heart attack it's just idk

there was a new big green dof island full of faceless woolabees faceless edamimis faceless mammots a single faceless pongping and also voidcorn was there. it was the only thing making noise it was just the demented dream track and the laughs from the fuckin majin sonic thing I can't remember the name and this song was playing distorted in the background but it didn't have bass or drums it was just the. instrument that is the loudest

also I think the faceless monsters all tried screaming like you could tell they were trying to speak but voidcorn wouldn't let them

then the words TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! TACHYCARDIC ARRHYTHMIA!!! HEARTATTACKHEARTATTACKHEARTATTACKHEARTATTACKFATALHEARTARRYTHMIAFATALFATALFATLHEARTATTACK went all over the screen from voidcorn like an emergency broadcast on the tv and I started yelling at my tablet for them to stop because while it was yelling about my heart the woolabees on the island just started dropping dead and i think the pongping accidentally. uh. ripped it's face off and fainted (specifically I knew they didn't die for some reason) so I'm really creeped out in the dream at this point and also panicking because my heart was actually beating pretty fast and it hurt (in the dream not irl lmao)

then the camera zooms in on voidcorn while I'm still yelling and they reach their one of their hands out of the screen and grab my chest and they take my heart but for some reason I didn't react to the fact voidcorn. literally stole my heart of my chest then so they go back to the island

and I'm finally able to leave the island so I do and continue playing normal dof like I'm not actively bleeding out. and crying from being terrorized before

[aurumacadicus]

Fictober 27/31 -- “That’s not why we’re doing this.”

Back on my OC bullshit now that some obligations are done. Was gonna go with something super angsty, but Mr. Cheung has made it clear (and Lottie is well aware) that Senator Stern and his cronies just want mutants dead. It feels like beating a dead horse to insist upon it. Anyway Lottie is so stupid (affectionate) and the nosiest people on the team (Steve, Natasha, Tony) are also so stupid (affectionate). It’s long so look out for under the cut!

--

Tony frowned and crossed his arms. “This feels duplicitous.”

“When has that stopped you?” Steve asked before he could stop himself, and then hastily added, “That came out wrong. I mean normally you don’t think twice about how others feel about—oh my god.”

“Just stop talking,” Tony sighed, but he also sounded a little sympathetic, too. “So, just to get this straight, we’re hacking into some rando’s website to check out hidden art of Lottie because… he’s suspiciously still panting lions into landscapes?”

Steve scowled. “That’s not why we’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this to find out if Daniel Winston is in love with Lottie,” Natasha added helpfully.

“That’s not what I said,” Steve told her sharply, and then looked back at Tony, desperately willing him to believe him. “That’s not what I said.”

“Is it what you meant?” Tony asked. Then he scowled. “Wait, you talked to Natasha about this before me?!”

“He thought I could hack the website by myself, but I can’t,” Natasha answered with a shrug. She held up her tablet, showing off the website that Steve had found but wasn’t attached to Daniel Winston’s professional page or his name at all. “But there’s literally nothing here except pictures and ‘love and healing to Charlie W’ on it. I can’t even get data from the pictures themselves.”

Tony snatched the tablet from her, peering at the website, then looked back up at her, disgruntled. “So, we’re meddling to figure out if this Daniel Winston is in love with her for… what reason?”

“I just wanted to check if it was the same guy the entire time or if he’s being ripped off by someone else,” Steve answered.

Tony nodded, then turned his gaze on Natasha, raising an eyebrow. She blinked back at him slowly, then simply replied, “I’m nosy.”

“Well, at least you’re honest,” Tony said as Steve spluttered at her in offense. He turned, waving a hand up at the ceiling. “JARVIS, what can you tell me about this Daniel Winston guy?”

“Just a moment, Sir.” There was a long pause as several screens popped up, images and websites flashing too quickly for the human eye to make out. Finally, JARVIS said, “From what I can gather in a preliminary search, Daniel Joseph Winston lived just down the street from the Weber homestead. He has three older siblings, one of whom was in the same grade as Ms. Weber’s older sister, Laura. He also has two younger siblings. He was in the same grade as Ms. Weber and her twin sister, sometimes even in the same class. There are several pictures of he, Ms. Weber, and a variety of friends. He started painting in seventh grade and eventually won a scholarship to the California College of the Arts and has been painting ever since. He has had some commercial success, and has even painted two murals in their hometown.”

“Huh,” Tony said, staring at a mural of an orchard. “No lions in this one.”

Natasha pointed to the likeness of a person walking away from the viewer, a basket on their hip. “Cat.”

“Cat,” Tony agreed when he noticed the little whiskered face peeking out of the basket.

“We don’t know that it’s a stand-in for a lion,” Steve began.

“Quite the contrary, Captain Rogers,” JARVIS cut in. “Unless it was a commission with strict specifications, Mr. Winston has always found a way to put a cat in the painting.”

Steve stared up at one of JARVIS’s cameras, astounded. “Oh.”

“It appears to be a signature of his,” JARVIS added.

“Huh,” Tony said again, reaching out to the glowing screen to swipe to a different picture. Sure enough, there was another cat, peeking out from some bushes.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Natasha decided.

Both Tony and Steve swiveled to look at her, stunned. “How do you,” Steve began, then shook his head. He didn’t want to understand. He was bad at hints anyway. He shouldn’t be getting involved in someone else’s (equally non-existent) love life.

Tony crossed his arms. “Okay, and? What do we do with that information now?”

Natasha turned from looking at some other paintings, frowning. “Why would we do anything? Lottie either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, and Daniel apparently is fine with the status quo.” She crossed her arms as well and looked back at the paintings. “Like I said. I’m nosy.”

“Nosy enough to figure out if Lottie doesn’t know or doesn’t care?” Tony asked with just a hint of hope in his voice.

“Eh,” Natasha answered, waving one hand in a half-and-half manner.

Steve turned his gaze back to the pictures of paintings as well as they began to bicker about the level of Natasha’s nosiness (and, somehow, her willingness to stab someone in the neck?). Some of the cats in the paintings were obvious. Others were hidden inside of things, like leaves in a tree, or a shadow within shadows in an alley. Things that might get missed on first and even second glances. There was even a ‘find the Winston cat’ website where people could send in clues to find the harder-seen ones. Apparently, he’d taken it as a fun challenge and had done a painting that had ten separate cats in it. So far, he’d only confirmed nine found.

“She doesn’t know,” Steve finally decided, taking a step to the side to view the painting from a different angle.

Natasha and Tony paused in their bickering to look at him in surprise. “How do you know?” Tony finally asked when Natasha just raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Steve motioned at the picture. One cat was obvious, but the others were well-hidden—in the grooves of a trashcan, or the dirt on the ground, or the pattern of the bricks in the background. But one thing all of the cats had in common were a letter, hidden against their coloring much more deftly than they were hidden in plain sight. “The tenth cat. He’s spelled out ‘Charlie.’”

Natasha and Tony came over to look at what he was seeing. “That’s cute,” Tony finally decided. “Sad, but cute.”

“Has he had any other girlfriends?” Natasha asked, glancing up at one of JARVIS’s cameras.

“None that I can see,” JARVIS replied. “But plenty of friendships. He does not seem unhappy with his life, from what I can gather.”

“Weird,” Steve muttered, frowning.

Natasha turned to scowl at him. “That’s pretty rich, coming from the king of waiting too long.”

“I did not come here to be attacked,” Steve answered, fist coming up more on instinct than anything.

Natasha lifted her own fists, apparently just as ready to throw down.

Tony rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore them, mostly, it seemed. “Don’t engage in fisticuffs near my blowtorches.” He took a step closer to one of the screens, where a young man had his arm slung over what looked like a younger version of Lottie, surrounded by several people, baskets of raspberries at their feet. Everyone was looking at the camera, except for him—he was looking at Lottie. “…I’m gonna tell her,” he said after a long pause.

Natasha turned her scowl on him instead. “That’s not something you should insert yourself in.”

“I do not respect that opinion coming from you,” Tony replied, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at her severely.

Natasha scowled at him a little longer, then sighed with a small nod of agreement, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ kind of way.

“We still shouldn’t stick our noses in this,” Steve said, frowning. “If she doesn’t know, and he hasn’t told her, who are we to expose his feelings?”

“Ugh, the voice of reason,” Tony grumbled, huffing petulantly. “Fine, but I’m gonna be insufferable about this.”

“God,” Steve sighed, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry I even came down here.”

Natasha scoffed at him, loudly. “No you’re not. I’m a delight. Tony is too, most of the time.”

“I am,” Tony agreed, brightening up immediately at the praise.

Steve gaped at him, stunned, and wondered if this team would ever stop confusing him. He was sincerely beginning to doubt it.

[callipraxia]

oh!!! this is a few hours later, but i also wanted to ask what the lost-but-recently-revived project actually is, because i've never thought to ask in an ask box until now. when my tablet is dead. eugh. it must've been mentioned before, but if you'd like to say more, i'd love to learn about it!!! i feel like i've been talking too much about my own things lately, and i wanna read about others', specifically yours >:] (i remember something about gideon and the axolotl, but that might have been a different project---regardless that sounds whimsy af) if you dont feel like it or anything, you can ignore this :^

The lost project actually hadn’t been discussed much, if at all; it’s a post-canon one-shot where Stan and Ford go back to Glass Shard Beach, reasoning that Stan probably needs to see the place again for the good of his memory and that Ford should probably pay some form of respects to their deceased parents. Stan has a video camera. He ends up documenting just how much everything has changed. He and Ford have Feelings about this, and then they run into someone unexpected. It’s...hardly high drama, so it probably doesn’t make sense that it’s taken this long to start rewriting it, but so it goes with my short pieces.

The Gideon thing is a spinoff/sequel to FWJB I’m considering – specifically, what happened to him after the final battle. It begins ten years later, with Gideon waking up to discover that someone appears to have recently jammed the majority of a tube of drugged lipstick down his throat. Since said lipstick would knock someone unconscious and induce mild amnesia in a much smaller quantity, it’s done a real job on him, which leaves him trying to figure out where he is, how long he’s been there, who drugged him, why that person drugged him, and, in fact, most of who he is – he knows his name is Gideon, he knows he should really not tell anyone that, and very little else. Not even why it’s so important to hide his identity.

Naturally, once he figures even a tiny bit of that information out, he promptly finds himself with even worse problems than he started with.

Other ideas...what the heck, I might as well talk about them a bit, not least to, er, document them in some fashion. Been thinking that writing them down might be a good idea anyway, so here we go:

1) You once suggested I kill Ford and make Stan have feelings about it. I’ve started that one, too; it’s the one I wrote down a lot of and then typed up and then lost...last week? Week before last? Week before last, I think. In this sad little universe, Ford manages to break his neck and die like six months after Weirdmageddon. Stan takes this poorly.

2) In other possible returns to old stomping grounds, I’m intrigued by the idea of going further into how Agent Trigger, of all people, somehow managed to slip under the radar, climb the ranks of the DFSI, and end up recruiting Dipper. Similarly, I’d like to do at least a short return to the IG Epilogue situation, if I can think of a good plot for it beyond Dipper’s initial reaction to “...did that guy really just take his face off like a pair off sunglasses and call me by name??” Plus, of course, if I’m ever in a fluff mood, I gotta write what happened when Soos made good on his promise to loan Ford the deeveedees.

3) Road trip time with Fiddleford and the Stan Twins! What could possibly go wrong?

4) So, Powers. Tell us more about how your agency spotted signals from Gravity Falls thirty years ago. What did you guys do then?

5) Writing more of McGucket’s memoirs, and/or the horror novel about the building of the Portal that I’ve had in mind, and/or a between-the-episodes incident where Fiddleford, struggling to remember who the Author was and why he’s so darn difficult to remember, convinces Tate to talk to him about the past, resulting in them going over a bunch of letters Emma-May had kept and Fiddleford struggling to figure out what was real vs what he was lying about, all while he and Tate are having feels (and sometimes explosive arguments) in the present.

6) Some college years stuff. I have vague ideas for something about the construction of the mind-control tie, and for something else about That One Time Fiddleford Convinced Ford To Come With Him To Tennessee Over The Holidays.

7) More angsty one-shots...stuff like Stan pretending to be Ford at Filbrick’s funeral, and the first day Ford went back to high school by himself, and some stuff with small Tate, and...you get the picture.

8) I will admit this only because of your current tagline – I, too, have entertained the idea that Stan has actually read Moby Dick. Specifically, that in his last months in school, he and Ford ended up in separate classes for part of the day because Ford was taking calculus or something, resulting in Stan having to take the standard-issue American Lit class by himself, and the teacher essentially annoying him into making a good-(ish; it is Stan we’re talking about) faith effort to do his book report properly...only for it to all end on the most depressing note possible, of course. I’ve told myself I cannot actually write this, but… *shrugs*

9) Early in his years in Gravity Falls, Stan visits the library. The librarian is someone he finds attractive. Somehow, one thing leads to another and he finds himself being strong-armed into helping with the town science fair, despite a) him not really being a scientist, only playing one in front of tourists and b) his very specific hatred of science fairs.

10) It is September. Everyone is going back to school. Wendy discovers that Tracey and Quattro exist. This is the one that had me complaining about how I missed the apocalypse not long ago – it’s harder to 99% ignore their infatuation with her in a lower-stakes scenario, and I have no idea how to handle that.

11) It is the academic year. Pacifica struggles to deal with her new social milieu.

12) Some other AU ideas...mostly “what if someone didn’t think of [clever thing] in time” disaster scenarios. There’s also the Better World AU, where...let’s just say it’s not a very nice place at all, at least for some people.

So, there you are! It’s...the majority of the ideas floating around my head at the moment. Some could merge together into one project. Some might not ever see the light of day. But I’ve got plenty of material to work with, just have to get my head back in order for writing, and I’m pleased to say that my head is getting closer to order by the day.

[themultifandomgal]

His Queen Pt11

"Hello, Mr. Daley. Nice to see you again. My dear Amunet, I have missed you" Kahmunrah walks towards Larry and I. I roll my eyes at Kah "now, if you don't mind, I shall take that from you. Thank you. Finally. Finally! After 3,000 years, my evil army of the damned, my beautiful, beautiful army" Kah placed the tablet in a hole. I know it's not going to work because he doesn't have the combination"shall be unleashed!" nothing happens "I'm afraid that Mother and Father may have slightly changed the combination on me"

"More like they never gave it to you"

"I guess this whole unleashing-the-underworld thing isn't really working out for you, huh? It must be really frustrating,

'cause you've waited thousands of years to come back from the dead and everything, and now you can't get it open"

"Fear not, for I shall wait a thousand more if I must, but my dear Amunet you surely know the combination"

"No and even if I did I wouldn't tell you" "Well in a few hours you'll be standing here in a frustrated position, frozen, and I'll walk out of here with my buddies and that'll be that. So, I got all night"

"Larry, shouldn't have told him that" I shake my head

"Really all night? well, he doesn't" Kah points and Jed is in a little cage "open that cage"

"Kah what are you doing?" I ask as the cage opens and Kah picks up Jed

"No touching. No touching. "Don't you manhandle me!"

"Look, he's having a little tantrum"

"Stop it"

"Don't you squirm. Don't squirm. It'll only be worse for you"

"Put him down" Larry shouts

"Don't be afraid"

"Says the man who gave me poison to kill my baby, me and my husband"

"Oh come now, poisoning you to kill that child of yours was never proven. Now, I shan't hurt you" Kah then drops him in a timer "whoops, I lied. I don't think he has all night at all, Mr. Daley. From the looks of things, I'd say he has a little over an hour"

"Why are you doing this?" I ask upset

"You are my brothers wife you should know about the tablet. And you were the guardian so you should also know" Kah takes the tablet and goes over to Larry "you're obviously much more clever

than the rest of us. You may or may not

know the combination, but I am going to give you exactly one hour to figure it out.

If you do not, I shall kill your friends. Well except my beautiful Amunet here at least now she can be mine and I don't have to worry about that idiot brother of mine. Please don't think about escaping,

for I shall be watching you"

"Look, I don't even know how to begin to decipher this thing, all right?"

"Hmm what a pity. Your little cowboy friend seemed like such a charming little fellow. Ah, well. Tick-tock, Mr. Daley. Your hour has begun"

"Hey! You got this, partner. I know you do" Jed yells. Larry looks at me and I go to walk towards him

"Oh no where do you think your going? your staying right here my dear where I can keep an eye on you" Kah pulls me back and forces me to walk over to where his little throne is

"Get your hands off me" I pull my shoulder away from him as Larry leaves.

I sit at the bottom of Kah's throne, he is currently prancing around in a robe

"You know, I do sort of feel like a floating butterfly" I roll my eyes at him

"You are crazier than a road lizard" Jed yells in the hourglass next to me

"Mr. Egypt" I snicker at Ivan's words "these two here heard that we're taking over the world and they want in. I don't know who they are, but they're on exhibit here, too, apparently"

"I don't even know what they are" Kahmunrah walks towards the three.. people? "I'm sorry, but we're all full up in our axis of evil today. Sorry"

"Oh come on! but I'm bad, I'm bad" the green thing in the bin says

"Hey, I could show you how bad I am. Fear me" the green thing tries to growl

"I'm sorry. I'm just not buying it. You don't seem very bad. You just seem sort of vaguely grouchy to me" Kah responds. The one in a black mask and cloak moves his hand up while breathing heavily "what are you doing? what is that? what is this?" Kah makes the hand movement while seeming rather confused, as am I at the moment "what does it mean? you've lost me. Is that you breathing? because I can't hear myself think. Can I make one suggestion to you, my friend? just simplify. There's just too much going on here. You're evil, you're asthmatic, you're a robot... and what is the cape for? are we going to the opera? I don't think so. Sorry! Goodbye"

"Attention!" Napoleon shouts "he's leaving with the tablet" huh? thats Larry's plan to leave with the tablet? maybe he thinks if he takes it far enough away we will freeze, but what about Jed? I get up from my sitting position and walk over to the large window and see if i can see Larry

"He's not trying to figure out the... he's trying to escape. Go. Go. All of you. Kill him and bring me that tablet" Kah orders making me sigh and sit back down to Jed

"Don't worry, it's Larry, he's got a plan" Jed says trying to comfort me and probably himself

"I hope your right Jed"

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[dedkake]

5 fictober 5+1 october 2022 challenge drabble sets + 1 extra drabble

ii. october 7-12 | fictober | sparktober | despite the chaos, g, .6k

Elizabeth isn’t sure when it started. She’s never been very good at gauging these situations in the first place. There’s something about John Sheppard, though. Something even she can’t ignore.

below or on ao3: five times elizabeth tried to figure john out and one time it was easy.

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Elizabeth isn’t sure when it started. She’s never been very good at gauging these situations in the first place. There’s something about John Sheppard, though. Something even she can’t ignore.

If only she could figure out exactly what it is.

“Check that again,” she says, pushing the tablet back across her desk. “Are you sure?”

John takes the tablet, grumbling only a little, but Elizabeth’s not watching that.

She’s focused on the way he’s leaning towards her, his knee brushing against hers under the table. The way he raises his eyebrow at her after checking the tablet and says, “Checkmate.”

- -

The balcony is quiet and Elizabeth’s not surprised to find that John’s escaped as well.

“Things were never this chaotic before we left Earth,” Elizabeth says, stepping up beside him. “Do you remember?”

John presses his shoulder against hers briefly before he turns, resting an elbow on the rail to face her. “You mean, back when you first told me aliens were real and I’d be traveling to a new galaxy? Oh, yeah. Very peaceful.”

Elizabeth thinks of black marks and nuclear proliferation, of how everything is balanced out here in Pegasus, despite the chaos. “Right. What was I thinking?”

- - -

John’s got himself worked up, pacing in front of Elizabeth’s desk and waving his hands as he complains about Rodney. It might be cute, except for the way the technicians keep peeking their heads over their computers in the control room.

“Can you believe it? He actually thinks I’m interested in her,” John says, finally winding down enough to slump into one of the chairs.

Elizabeth sits back, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like a you problem.”

John scowls. “I’m not interested,” he says, more frustrated than guilty. “I don’t even know her.”

That, at least, is something Elizabeth can understand.

- - - -

The alarm is blaring, but Elizabeth is more shocked by John, pressed against her side.

“Shit,” John says, stretching his arms. “Too old to sleep on the couch.”

“You stayed the night,” Elizabeth says, reality hitting like a brick. “You can’t stay the night.”

“It’s fine,” John says, and Elizabeth has no idea how he’s so calm. “It’s not like we slept together. No one will notice.”

Cold panic grips Elizabeth because— “They’ll think we did sleep together. John, it’s my name on the line.”

John squints at her, hurt, before his gaze slides away. “Fine. I was never here.”

- - - - -

“You know it’s not personal,” Elizabeth says. She’s been rehearsing this in her head all day, but it still comes out awkward.

John shifts in his seat, his spine going stiff. “Seems pretty personal.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you,” Elizabeth says, then backtracks. “Well, I don’t want to sleep with you. But it’s not about you. It’s not even about my job, really. It’s me.”

“Elizabeth,” John says, running a hand up through his hair. “Think, for once! Or don’t, maybe. I don’t know. Just—you know me.”

And Elizabeth thinks that maybe she does.

+

“Sit down. You’re making my head hurt.”

Elizabeth can’t believe John’s back in her room, not after their argument, and certainly not after his last mission. But he’s there, on her couch, looking almost normal, for how stiff he is.

“We thought you were dead,” she says.

John gives her a half-smile, but his fingers curl tight on his thighs. Reaching over, Elizabeth takes John’s hand, twines their fingers together.

“Nothing could keep me away,” John says. He’s loosening up, though. Elizabeth leans her head on his shoulder, the two of them breathing together.

There was never reason to doubt.

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[theomnicode]

Oh man... apparently there was a hidden easter egg message sent out in OPM mobile game.

Today on 29th of September 2022

Titled: "Latest News from the Hero Association"

In morse code.

And it reads:

"I am here to test my new weapon"

I have multiple questions. (morse code tablet here)

Who is here to test and what weapon?

Also anybody enlighten me if today's some kind of significant day across the globe or in japan? Like specific holiday or event or something? That may also be significant clue.

Genos just got a message from Hero association too, in the last chapter.

Is...Genos the new weapon? Of whom? Of Hero association or...some secret baddie?

Sure, at a glance it could just be Metal Knight foreshadowing too and him making an appearance, since him testing out weapons is basically his thing. I think he is slated to appear very soon if we follow WC and apparently he also appears in the trailers for the opm mobile game, but it may be also related to something else entirely.

But this is not something we really need to be told that he's gonna appear anyway is it? But some hidden subtext. People have read the WC and they've seen trailers.

Perhaps it's related to the very end of special Saitama mission in OPM Game: A hero nobody knows. Where player character gets tasked to retrieve the Runaway son of one of Association upper brass and the boy has left behind a crumpled note?

The Runaway boy leaves a note behind, but it's a coded message for the player character to decode (player character may mean us irl people btw).

Not unlike the morse code message people who play the mobile game received today.

The crumpled note, which Saitama and player character decode, reads: "By the riverside."

I have already put thoughts into this game and the easter egg and if it comes to fruition...oh boy we're in for some good shit.

Runaway Boy’s note: Please don’t be sad. I can look out for myself, so there’s no need to come looking for me. But enough bragging. Please just leave me alone, I’ve had enough. Saitama: “What even IS this?” Saitama: “Aha. code. Uses the first letter of each line. This kid’s a real piece of work huh?” Saitama: “Let’s see…"By the riverside.” Saitama: "Well to the river it is then. Sounds like the kid’s dying to be found.” Saitama: “Let’s get it over with. He must be at that attention-craving age.” Saitama: “But is this really a job for heroes? Who knew babysitting was in our job description.”

The riverside and dying to be found?

The Sanzu river.

Specifically, the riverbead of dead.

Similarly to the Sanzu-no-Kawa, there is also the Sai no Kawara (賽の河原, lit. "Riverbed of Death"), a boundary by which the souls of children who died too early cross over to the realm of the Dead, with the help of Jizō, a Kami/Bodhisattva who helps the souls of children who died too early to avoid the attentions of the Oni and of Shozuka-no-Baba and Datsueba.

I wonder what kind of animation Murata-sensei has been working on, hmm...

Not an omake, original animation but actually related to the storyline progression? Can I hope?

If these two are related...hell yea shits gonna do down. I'm excited and there's not even a chapter next week since Murata has been working on animation and volume 27 instead.

I'm here crossing my fingers that the shoe finally drops.

Edit: I FOUND THE REFERENCE!

TODAY IS MANEKI-NEKO DAY!

Coincidentally, mister Murata also tweeted this from Makoto Furukawa (Saitama's VA).

(This is 100% planned foreshadowing, I bet he's in on this)

Oh, I didn't know it was Maneki Neko Day 🐈. Thanks for all the congrats!!! And thanks for making my tag again this year! I'll try my best this year to make it a good one! Thank you!

I present thee

Maneki-neko pose.

Something I already made a meta post about.

Genos is 100% the new weapon being referenced here.

But of Hero association that the message came from and the urgent business he had to attend with? Maybe? Not sure.

Somebody is coming around to test out their new weapon though.

I wonder if HA is going to put pressure onto Genos to make up for other S-rank heroes still being indisposed. He's a cyborg and he's one of the few people who wasn't affected by radiation.

HA wants a new final weapon now that Tatsumaki is also pretty hurt huh?

This might compel Genos to not think about his own or Saitama's needs if the Hero association needs him to make up for all the other S-rankers and work him to the bone. Or take some other drastic measures, such as maybe using an untested core to get more power faster...

I do wonder, if it makes Genos a weapon in more ways than one.