#one of these days i'm gonna drop a ramble with all my thoughts so far. one day

[scattered-winter]

the best kind of enrichment a creature like me can get is a piece of media with such complex worldbuilding and themes that I could spend literal weeks exploring it all. I’m sitting here in my enclosure with theories and headcanons and thoughts about The Narrative and the curse that comes with being a hero with a sworn unkillable enemy

[issues-oclock]

Lackadaisy x tired reader

tired as in almost constantly sleepy but never misses a day of work but never gets a day of rest because they have other things to do. But still does their job pretty well.

SFW

Nicodeme:

Likes to tease.

You're gonna miss a shot eventually being that tired. (you don't miss often but when you do the teasing goes on).

Honestly thought you were gonna be some pathetic cat who needed to learn to stand up properly but you do the job just fine.

When you work together you can sneak into places easily to help him. A poor folk who just needs some sleep and maybe some medicine surely can't do anything and is surely alone.

Once he's gained some respect for you he'll start bringing you out on some swamp adventures. (it's him having the adventure and you watching or napping).

When you finally do pass out it could be a good idea to do it on those big, fluffy arms of his *cough, cough*

Or any part of him tbh, it's all covered in fluff.

Though will actually try to get you to sleep when things go too far. When he knows that if your next action requires a lot of strength you'll be out.

In that case you can take a very long nap while stuck in his arms (HORRAY!)

Rocky:

Poetry and stories about "the gloomy spirit of Saint Louis who never catches a hint of sleep. who's been cursed to never feel fully alive again"

Also teases a bit.

Will bring you on his escapades of arson and booze.

The other members of lackadaisy have no idea how you two got so close while being almost opposites.

You're the perfect pal for hanging out with him, he can ramble on with poems and songs and you can just listen along.

He also figures out a few tunes and poems to put you to sleep.

Also watches you sleep sometimes or will sleep with you. It's a 50/50 chance. (he's a little spoon)

He one time realized you might just drop so scrambled to make the backseat a good bed for you. (It messed your back up for a few hours and smelled kinda weird but sleep is sleep).

Has started to order extra coffee for you in the mornings when you need it.

Which develops into you both drinking space coffee. You both go on some crazy trips together and now both know the secrets of the universe.

_______

I'm prob gonna make a part 2 of dis

tbh i'm not feeling to great about this one especially since it's my first lackadaisy x reader

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Haunted

“Oh, I'm holding my breath

Won't lose you again

Something's made your eyes go cold”

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Part 4/6, Bucky’s closer to figuring out the truth, and you haven’t thought about what’s his name in days.

Warnings: Nightmares and fluff.

Bucky watched as soft snores fell from your open mouth. Apparently today drained you, he understands, he feels like he just got hit by a truck. Everything is gone, everyone is gone, he doesn’t know how it happened. How did a lifetime disappear?

Bucky had plans, now there’s no chance they’ll ever happen. Him and Steve were gonna buy houses side by side when the war ended. Raise families together, bring up children together. But he doesn’t know if Steve even remembers him; he’ll find out tomorrow.

His eyes slowly drift closed, then he hears the front door swinging open. His body jerks, he looks left and right and you’re no where to be seen. Gusts of wind are blowing piles of snow through the door, he jumps up, looking up to the empty loft, the bathroom doors open and the lights off. You’re gone.

He feels a hand on his shoulder but when he turns around no one’s there. All of the blood in his body was now pounding through his ears, like a deafening throb. He runs outside, determined to find you. He quickly throws his right arm up, shielding his eyes from the shards of ice falling from the sky. The snow was relentless on the mountain.

Bucky squints into the dark woods, he swears he hears someone, but they’re too far away to make out what they’re saying. He bravely steps into the abyss in search. “Help, please, is anyone out there?”. The persons voice becomes clearer. Bucky is running through the woods, one boot in-front of the other. With the storm coming down it feels like that night he found the cabin.

A familiar pain of cold air stabbed at his lungs. He can’t see a thing, the moon bounces off some patches snow but the storm clouds make it an impossible labyrinth of trees. “Hello, can you hear me?” He bellows out, hopeful.

Bucky’s breaths sharpen, and for a second he hears someone else’s deeps breaths. He stops his trekking through the snow, turning his body in a full 360 degrees. Any moment now something would pop out at him. “Is there anyone out there? Where are you?” He tries one more time to make contact with whoever was calling out.

He hold his breath, and stands completely still, keeping the snow from crunching under his feet. He’s all alone, or so he thought. “Buck.” He whips his head around to see his friend reveal himself from behind a tree. “Steve?” Bucky can’t believe it, how did he get here so quick from New York? It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since the call with Darcy.

“How did you get here so fast? What is going on? I met this girl, she tried to convince me you were frozen in ice for 70 years.” Bucky starts rambling. Steve just stoically stands there, face devoid of any emotion. Bucky’s relief starts to fade “Steve? What’s wrong?”.

It was as if the man didn’t see Bucky. He was looking right at him, but he was unwavering in his stance. “How could you?” He finally speaks up, but it doesn’t sound like him. Bucky’s brows furrow, “How could I what?”. He takes a step back, distancing himself.

Steve drops his gaze, slowly shaking his head. “All those innocent people. Brutally killed in their homes, in their cars, in-front of the world, you’re have no shame.” Bucky’s face contorts in horror. He would never, he has never, and he could never do that. “Stop, I have no clue what you’re talking about. Steve, you’re starting to freak me out.”

Steve lunges forward, reaching out. Bucky doesn’t let him get close enough before he breaks out in a sprint. “Steve! Please, just tell me what’s going on.” Bucky runs faster than he ever had before. Steve is right on his heels. His feet stutter under him and it causes him to crash into the thick snow, spitting out chunks on snow and dirt.

He rolls over to his back, his chest rising and falling, causing cloud of fog to emit from his mouth. Steve stands over him, raising his shield above his head, “Why Buck? Why didn’t you just die?”.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he watches Steve release his weapon, letting it fall down to slice him. He feels the ground beneath him start to rumble and then everything goes black. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes in this dark realm. When he opens them, he’s back in that cozy little cabin, you’re curled up under a heavy blanket. The golden lamplight made your skin glow. It was warm, and the tv quietly played the third Princess Diaries movie.

He reaches up with his right hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but he’s met with beads of sweat on his brow. That dream felt real, all of them till now felt like he was floating.

He stares out the window behind the tv. Watching as the snow rapidly falls; as the sun comes up and you start to rise. He’s in shock, why was Steve talking about innocent people? Why was Steve blaming him? That wasn’t the Steve he knows.

If he’s honest with himself, he was terrified. He didn’t see a soul behind his friends eyes. It was like Steve was a shark who just smelled blood. His heart continues to race as you rise from the couch, stretching your tired limbs. “Hey.” You say awkwardly. You don’t know what to say, you’d never had just a sleepover with a guy. Even under these circumstances you feel embarrassed by your puffy faced state.

Bucky looks up to your comforting presence, and he feels his nerves begin to relax. “Hey.” He replies. “Are you alright, you’re as pale as a ghost.” You say, waking into the kitchen to boil water for coffee. To you, the cabin was freezing, no golden warmth like how Bucky saw it.

He nods his head at your question. “Just a bad dream.”. Now it’s your turn to nod, “We still have a while until we hear any news from Darcy, it’s still night there.” You say, emptying left over grounds into the trash.

Bucky stands, holding his left arm close, “Anything I could do for you?” He says yawning. “I wanna earn my keep, I feel like I’ve been intruding too much on your space, the least I could do is make myself useful.”

You stop mid pour, you’d never had a man be so thoughtful. Your ex just knew how to take and never give; it was exhausting. “Um, firstly, would you like a cup of coffee Sargent?” You smile, sliding a blue coffee cup across the counter.

Bucky sips the dark liquid, the roasted flavor reminding him of early mornings with his ma. He sucks on his teeth, “Sounds nice coming from you, if I’m honest.” Bucky liked the way Sargent rolled off your tongue, like it was meant to be patronizing, but it sounded genuine.

If your cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, Bucky would definitely be able to see the blush that overtook your whole face. “Like I said, I appreciate and respect a man in uniform.” You flirt back, unashamedly.

Bucky chuckles, finishing off his mug. “Seriously though, anything I could do?”. You look past him into the living room. The black stove sat in the corner, unused. “We need wood if we’re gonna warm this place with something other than space heaters.”

“That is all you had to say.” Bucky walks back into the living room, and pulls his blue coat over his arms. “I think I seen an axe out there somewhere.” He smiles walking towards the door.

“Wait, your arm looks hurt, are you sure you should be chopping wood?” You say in concern. Bucky watches your worried eyes fall to the arm he cradled, he noticed the nervous pitch in your voice. “If I don’t, who will? Can’t let you go out and do it, not on my watch.” He says, letting you know he’s too much of a gentleman.

You’re starting to lose count on how many times this man had surpassed your expectations. You know he’s just being old fashioned, if anything you should be offended. A woman could chop wood just as good as a man. But you just knew Bucky meant it differently, like you shouldn’t have to break a sweat, chopping wood was beneath you. He’ll bare the cold for the both of you.

You watch through the kitchen window as Bucky swings the axe with one arm, he doesn’t miss once. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way his hair fell in his face, making his perfect appearance look more disheveled.

Maybe you shouldn’t be checking him out, it’s not like you should be moving on so quickly. You need to find yourself before you get wrapped up in another person. You don’t even know your favorite flavor of ice cream, and there’s hundreds of flavors you haven’t even tried yet.

You want to help Bucky, but you’re putting yourself first, no matter what happens. If it gets too hairy or too serious, you’re out. You just want to be a good person, and good people don’t drool over their house guests. On that note, you walk over to the wood burning stove, opening the rusted door, you find a box of matches sitting on top. You light one and burn what dry wood was left from the previous owner. You needed hot coals to keep the fire going on the snow moistened wood Bucky was chopping.

You hold your cold fingers up to the cracking flames, it’s like blood was rushing back to the frost bitten tips. You close your eyes for a second to bask in the warmth you’d created for yourself, and then you hear a distant whooshing, you look out of the window to see the trees thrashing violently; snow blowing everywhere.

Bucky comes bursting through the door, axe in hand. “What is a helicopter doing all the way out here?”

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (part 6)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve plans his second date with Eddie, but before they go out again the group heads to the mysterious one-woman show, Pot of Gold.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Tattoo artist/florist trope modern day au, you all know the drill by now, this chapter contains a lot of talk about marijuana but is otherwise wholesome and cute!

A/N: I'm BACK! Had to take a quick break for Steddie Week and also I saw Taylor Swift over the weekend but I am so happy to update this again! I've been holding onto this plotline for a WHILE and I am very excited for you to read. Also - to all those who've left comments so far, please know they make my whole day. Thank you so much <3

“Robin, I’m an idiot.”

Steve was pacing the floor after his date with Eddie, visibly anxious. 

“Why? What happened?” she asked, concerned. “Did the rest of the show not go well?”

“No, it went PERFECT!” Steve replied. “And then I had to go and tell him that I would plan the best date of his life for our next one, and what am I supposed to do? Like, did you see him up there? He’s a rockstar, Robin! He’s charming, and he’s hot, and he’s - like, what am I supposed to do? How do I top that? I can’t!” 

Robin stood and watched him ramble, nonplussed.

“You’re right,” she said. “You are an idiot.”

“Thank you, I know.”

“No,” Robin continued. “You’re an idiot because Eddie is clearly into you and no matter what you do he’s going to love it.”

Steve wasn’t convinced. 

“Sure,” he said sarcastically.

“Dingus, come on. Did you see what he did for you tonight? He obviously wanted to impress you, and he did.”

“Yeah, and now I don’t know how I’m going to impress him,” Steve replied. Robin sighed, then smacked him playfully on the arm. “Ow!”

“Idiot!” she repeated. “You’ve already impressed him. You’ll be fine.”

Steve thought about this, then shrugged. Robin was probably right. She usually was. It was annoying, but it kept him from self-destructing, so that was good. Before Robin, back when he was in high school, he used to do all kinds of weird shit to impress girls. He thought back on those times fondly, but it’s not like he could do any of that nowadays. 

Although, it did give him a bit of inspiration on how to update his old tactics. And then, he had an amazing idea.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I think I know what I’m gonna do.”

“Hallelujah,” Robin responded, unamused. “Can we talk about my thing now?”

Robin told Steve about her conversation with Gareth, and how they were all potentially going to go to the mysterious one-woman show the following night. Robin didn’t get Gareth’s number or anything, because of course she didn’t, so Steve had to reach out to Eddie to kick off coordinating the whole thing. 

-

Steve: Did Gareth tell you about going to see that play with Robin?

Steve: Also hi 🙂

Eddie: Hello! Yes he did. And by that I mean I asked him just now. Tomorrow?

Steve: Yeah, 7pm. 

Eddie: Cool. I’m in!

Steve: Awesome, I’ll let her know!

Steve: Oh also, just so we’re clear. This is NOT the date. 

Eddie: No?

Eddie: I’m imagining you surprising me by jumping on stage and announcing you’ve been the mystery woman all along or something

Steve: Hahahaha

Steve: I’m not a stage person like you, but I do have something planned

Eddie: Color me intrigued

Steve: 😘

Steve: Had a great time tonight btw

Eddie: Likewise :) 

-

To say Eddie was giddy would be an understatement. He was practically vibrating with excitement after he dropped Steve off, fresh off the high of both performing again and kissing an extremely hot guy. 

Eddie was truly living his best life. 

He walked into work the next day with a spring in his step. Eddie never walked with a spring in his step. He noticed Bob recognized the abnormal behavior from across the room, but thankfully the man minded his business. 

“Helloooooo Sonic,” Eddie said to the cactus as he took off his coat and put it on the rack. He sat down. “You’ll never guess what happened last night.” Eddie took his books and drawing tablet from his drawer, pausing for an imaginary answer. “Damn! How’d you guess? Did Steve tell you?” 

“Good morning, champ,” Bob said as he stood in the doorway. Eddie jolted back, blushing at being caught. “Love the energy, but maybe you should use that friendliness with the customer up front?”

“Got it, sorry,” Eddie said, rushing out of the office and to the waiting area. Bob just laughed to himself, then sat down at the desk to work on some spreadsheet about expenses that Eddie could never understand. 

Steve was making Eddie lose his mind in the best way. It had been a while since he’d felt this playful or silly. He used to be all kinds of theatrical, but he’d gotten a lot more subdued. Steve was reigniting that part of him, and it felt nice.

The rest of his day went by in a blur. He’d never been more charismatic and nice to the customers, even the ones he usually would find annoying. Bob seemed to approve of his attitude, and as a reward let him leave early. He had no other appointments anyway. This gave Eddie time to go home and get ready for this show - which, prior to this day, Eddie had no interest in. But Steve and Robin and Gareth and the rest of the guys would be there, and that made it more than appealing. 

He wanted to kiss Steve again. Badly. That was the one drawback about being around friends - Eddie was cool with PDA once in an established relationship, but he wasn’t about to suck face with Steve in front of other people when they’d only been on one date. That would be weird. 

Whatever Steve had planned better be soon - AND in private.

-

This wasn’t a standard theater. It was actually just a house. A house that had been repurposed, sure, but a house nonetheless.

“Is this the right place?” Steve asked. 

“Yeah,” Robin confirmed, double checking the address on her phone.

“There’s a sign over there,” Eddie said. They all walked towards the tiny sign with an arrow that pointed to a path that led to a door. All of it was very weird, but cool. 

“God, I love shit like this,” Gareth added with a grin. “Like, are we gonna get murdered or are we gonna see a show? Let’s find out.” The rest of the group laughed, and then they headed to the door. There was a tiny handwritten note.

Knock to the beat of your favorite song.

“What the fuck are we doing?” Eddie said, chuckling. “Who is this woman?” He was amused by the whole situation more than anything. Like Gareth, Eddie lived for weird situations. Plus, Steve had his arm around him, so honestly anything could happen at this show and he’d still be happy.

“Robbie, this is all you,” Steve prodded, motioning for her to do the knocking. She did so, knocking a specific pattern into the wall. Steve smirked, knowing which song it belonged to.

“So, what’s it from?” Gareth asked. 

“I’ll never tell,” Robin remarked. Steve considered revealing it, but held his tongue. Especially because, moments later, some guy with long straight hair down to his waist answered the door and spoiled it before anyone else could.

“Heyyy, Stevie Nicks! Excellent choice, my dude,” the man said as he high-fived a stunned Robin. 

“How did you know that?” Steve asked. 

“Wait, he got it right?” Eddie wondered. Robin nodded. “Damn. Do you always know the songs?”

“Only the best ones, amigo,” the man replied with a warm smile. “Come on in!”

The group looked at each other, dumbfounded, before walking into the house. They were led through a living room down to a basement, where a makeshift stage was set up. Chairs were in front of it. Nobody else was there yet. 

“Oh my god,” Robin whispered to Steve. “I can’t believe you wanted me to go to this alone.”

“I didn’t want you to go alone,” he insisted. “I just said you should go to find out what it was all about, because you were clearly obsessed with it.”

The man spun around, causing the group to stop in their tracks. 

“Alrighty, Brochachos,” he began. “My name is Argyle, and I’ll be your host on this lovely evening. This is my house, so any house questions I’m your guy. Bathrooms are upstairs and to the right. Pick any seat you want down here, and I’d highly recommend checking out the table back there for a fully immersive experience.”

All heads turned to the back. 

“Oh, shit,” Gareth muttered. “Is that what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s drugs, then ding ding ding my friend,” Argyle responded. “We’ve got a full spread back there. Joints, pipes, edibles. No pressure though if you wanna ride the sober train. Pizza is over there, but I will warn you it’s ham and pineapple. Try before you deny, folks. If you need me, I’ll be up there.”

Argyle disappeared back up the stairs.

“Okay, it’s official,” Eddie said. “This is the best day of my life.”

They raided the table of weed and then sat down in the middle of the room a few rows back. They waited until five minutes before scheduled showtime, and no one else showed up. 

Robin had never been more grateful in her life to be with friends. 

The lights dimmed. 

“Oh, I am so fucking ready for this,” Gareth said with a grin, already blazed out of his mind. A spotlight appeared on stage, and then the star of the show walked out. 

She had long blonde wavy hair and beautiful big eyes. She was wearing cargo pants and a tiny piece of fabric that could barely pass as a shirt. The woman got a joint from her pocket, lit it, and took a drag before speaking. 

“The first time I smoked weed I was sixteen,” she started. “I’d been having these horrible headaches and one of my friends suggested I’d try it out. Everyone was doing it. It was honestly weird that I wasn’t doing it.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie muttered. 

“What?” Steve asked.

“Shh!” Robin said. The woman on stage smirked. 

“So, I met up with this guy in the woods behind the school. He was known for being the one to go to for these things. And he says to me, ‘what can I do you for, Goldie?’ And I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Long story short, I tried every strain I could get my hands on with that guy for the next few weeks. Some helped the headaches, but some were just fun. And some -” She stood up and walked to a canvas on the side of the stage. “Some made me a really good painter.”

She continued to smoke and paint as she told her story. Her and this guy continued to hang out the rest of her time in high school, forming something of a relationship. She described it as being very powerful, and often thought of it as being her first love, but that they hadn’t spoken since graduation. She then went on to talk about how she moved to California after graduating and met Argyle, and all the adventures she’d had since. She opened up about her body dysmorphia, then finished the show talking about her journey to find herself and her sexuality. 

It was all incredibly captivating, and once the spotlight went out and she walked off stage, the group in the audience was left speechless. 

“Wow, that was…” Steve began. His high had faded halfway through the show, and he was so immersed in it that he didn’t continue smoking. “Way better than anything I could have imagined.”

“I think I’m actually in love with her,” Robin said with wide eyes. Gareth chuckled and murmured something to Eddie, who elbowed him in the ribs. “What?”

“Eddie, come on,” Gareth prodded. “Tell them.”

“Tell us what?” Steve asked. Someone cleared their throat beside them, and they all turned their heads to reveal the star of the show standing there, her hands on her hips.

“Eddie Munson,” she said, smirking. “I thought it was you.”

Robin and Steve’s jaws dropped. 

“Hey, Goldie,” Eddie responded. 

“Wait, what?” Steve exclaimed, his eyes bugging out of his head. 

“Hi,” Robin said softly with a slight wave. “I’m Robin.” The woman, Goldie, turned to Robin and fully looked her up and down, checking her out.

“Chrissy,” she responded. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve didn’t even have to look at Robin to know she was about to pass out. 

“So,” Eddie said, standing up. “I guess we all have some catching up to do.” The others followed suit, and then they walked as a group up the stairs and to the living room to sit down and talk. 

Apparently, Chrissy had gone to the same high school as Eddie, Gareth, and the rest of the band. Eddie and Chrissy had been extremely close, but then Eddie took off and never looked back after graduation. They only referred to it, but Steve could tell it was a sore spot. He wondered what exactly had caused Eddie to leave them all behind. That conversation would have to wait until at least the third date, though.

Eventually, the reminiscing died down, and the group decided to head out. Eddie told Chrissy where he worked, and mentioned when she could stop in. On their way out, Chrissy pulled Robin aside. Eddie smiled to himself when he overheard them exchanging numbers. 

Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who’d had an excellent day.

-

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Oh. My god!” 

Robin had been talking like that for about ten minutes now.

“She - she wants to go out with me. With me. And she - I mean, you saw her, right? She’s - like, holy shit. She’s perfect. I can’t believe this.”

“So,” Eddie said to Steve. “You think she’s gonna say yes?” Steve chuckled. 

“Robin, you’re hot as hell,” he assured her. “I’m not surprised at all.”

“Shut up, Steve,” she responded. “You have to say that, because we’re best friends. It’s like when mom says I’m pretty.”

“I think she just compared you to her mom, dude,” Gareth teased. 

“Okay,” Eddie interjected. “Well, I’m not your best friend and I agree with Steve. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Robin blushed. “But you’re dating my best friend, so you have to say that, too. Also, you’re gay.” Gareth chimed in next. 

“Alright, well I hardly know you AND I’m straight and Robin, for the love of god, know your worth. You and Chrissy are both goddesses and you’re perfect for each other.”

The group halted in their steps and turned to Gareth, stunned. 

“What?” he said. “I’m just telling it like it is.”

They each headed to their cars and split for the night. The band promised to come back to town at some point so they could all meet up again. It was a bittersweet farewell, especially for Robin, but at least there were a lot of ways to keep in touch with people long distance. 

Steve and Eddie walked hand in hand down the sidewalk together. This time, Steve was the one taking Eddie home. 

“So, when do you want to go out again?” he asked. 

“I’m free tomorrow,” Eddie replied. 

“You’d want to see me three days in a row?” Steve asked, delighted. 

“Don’t act so surprised,” Eddie teased. “You and Robin both need a little self-esteem.”

“There’s a reason we’re better together,” Steve explained. “And why we’re so codependent.”

“Right,” Eddie responded. “So, tomorrow?” Steve smirked, then kissed Eddie for the first time since their date the night before. They both melted into it quickly, craving the affection they’d been keeping themselves from. They broke from each other and smiled. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve confirmed. 

“Good,” Eddie said on an exhale. “Cuz I wanna do a whole lot more of that.” Steve chuckled.

“Oh, we will,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie responded. 

Steve went home after that, then smoked the rest of what he’d picked up at the show. 

What an excellent day all around for everybody.

(next part)

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[kit-williams]

Note: Barn Anon. decided to play around with this idea while zoning out through work.

He hoists his backpack higher as he trudges through the thick undergrowth. The mocking words of his fellow researchers echo in his mind and he grits his teeth. Soon, soon he will prove them wrong. His backpack suddenly gets pulls off him and he turns to see none other than his own Ultramarine staring back at him. No words are spoken but he can feel the disapproval and wariness in his gaze.

"Look, all I need is proof okay? Just something, anything! I know I'm right about this... You believe me don't you?" He looks up at his Ultramarine who has been his loyal pet friend for the past few years.

A deep sigh comes from the blue behemoth but his friend doesn't leave. Good enough for him he figures. Slipping a hang into his pocket he pulls out a map that's decorated with the ramblings of a madman and old drops of blood. But if he is right then the former owner of this map isn't mad, the former owner didn't die chasing fantasies. Crude sketches of landmarks and arrows with half sensible annotations give him the directions he seeks. A few more days of trekking through this unforgiving forest, just a few more days.

--

The sun was just starting to set behind the mountains when he spots it, rushing forward and ignoring the alarmed shouts from his Ultramarine. His eyes are set on the massive and slightly eerie run down structure in front of him. it looks like part of a fortress's outer walls. It's design reminds him of what that massive pack of Imperial Fists had built in the park near his home. Yet it has it's own distinct characteristics that differ from the typical fortresses built.

His Ultramarine is at his side and trying to pull him away from the structure but he pulls away from his pet friend. Instead he takes his camera out and starts snapping pictures. His eyes are drawn to an worn out symbol and he rushes to clear the leaves and vines off it. Could it be? The symbol of one of the Lost Legions? A frustrated grumble leaves his lips when he realizes it's getting quite dark. When he turns to get his backpack from his Ultramarine, he's annoyed when his Ultramarine refuses to do so and starts pulling at his arm.

Why? He knows how much this discovery means to him! With this he can prove to his fellow researchers that he was right! The Lost Legions? They still exist, far from the touches of human civilization. There's more breeds of space marines out there than they thought and he will be right!

Then his Ultramarine seems to have heard something. He lets out a startled shout when he's picked up and held over his Ultramarine's arm. His Ultramarine now at full sprint away with him from the structure. Anger and annoyance flares and burns only to sputter out when in the growing darkness, he spots shadows moving without a sound. Each one the size of a Space Marine yet with they have their own distinct style that mark them different from the Loyalists and Chaos that are already so well known.

Then a shot rings out. His Ultramarine falls and he hits the ground hard, half crushed under his Ultramarine. The last thing he sees are more silhouettes of the Lost Legion marines closing in as his Ultramarine tries fruitlessly to fight them off. He closes his eyes one last time.

He was right about the Lost Legions.

Barn Anon gonna be honest I feel like a publisher for your works because how do I add onto this? I spent the past 5 minutes trying to figure out how to add onto this.

I tried my best

Feel free to ignore my addition I decided to try something a little bit more horror? A little bit more dread? A little bit more

But like I said feel free to ignore this

He opens his eyes feeling sore... sore? He makes the mistake of looking down and swallowing a scream. There must be a tech-marine around or a techpriest as the leg that was crushed under his Ultramarine companion was fully replaced by mechanics that few people seem to understand how it works.

No one wants to look deeper into the sudden appearance of these demi-god like beings... no one wants to question their behaviors... no one wants to look beyond the surface that there are suddenly demigods who decided to spend time with certain humans. Everyone likes to joke how they adopted their marine when in the painful itching cancerous thought in the back of your mind tells you the truth... they chose you for some reason. To accept the love and affection that people give to them just like his Ultramarine.

They speak in that language that no one can really follow as soon the helmeted heads all turn to his groggy face. He is painfully aware of how thirsty he is and how weak he is. He's painfully aware of his own mortality is this how some owners feel right before they get mauled.

He sees his Ultramarine rush into the room and carefully pick him up.

"I was right." He says deliriously with a pale smile, "They do exist."

A childing sigh and some words he doesn't understand are the reply as an unarmored hand just pets his hand. In this situation he feels like the silly little pet that got hurt and just woke up... tail wagging and happy to see its owner.

"Rest." A raspy voice scrapes out from a hooded figure as he looks away from the uncomfortable face... with tubes and wirings pushing and plugged into human flesh. He never did like admech... far too horrifying. But he somehow heeded it leaving his Ultramarine to deal with the consequences of this expidition.

What was going to happen to them?

[poohsources]

HELLO EVERYONE! as the year is slowly but surely coming to its end, and i'm now home for the holidays, i thought it was finally time to make another one of these. partially to give a little update on what's been going on in my life and partially as some sort of retrospect for this past year and a look into my plans for next year.

looking back, it's been quite an eventful year — especially when compared to the weird covid years we had to deal with previously. the biggest change was probably my dropping out of college to start a dual studies program in law. i did like my college program just fine ( until i didn't anymore ) but i really feel like law is my thing. and apparently everyone else in my circle of family and friends thinks so as well because i seem a hell of a lot happier than i did before. kinda unfortunate it took me seven years since quitting high school to figure that bit out, but hey, at least i got there in the end. it's been quite time-consuming, and i feel like in those past five months, i've already learned more than i did in all my years of college, but it's fun. i also finally got some new friends my age again. it's also strange to think back that just one year ago i was still struggling financially and just generally dealing with some bad mental health stuff.

i'm actually happy now.

in terms of tumblr and roleplaying, i gotta be honest that i have been sidelining it a lot over the last months. sure, i'm still around but it's not my primary focus, and i'm learning that it's okay not to be online all the time. it's okay to take breaks and focus on other things because as much as i love this blog, the community and tumblr, there are some more important things now. still, i am and always will be eternally grateful to every single person who supports me - whether it is by liking or reblogging posts, sending asks or messages, following me or using any of my stuff. it means so freaking much to me, and i always feel so proud whenever i randomly see my own stuff pop up on my dash because mutuals use it. thank you all so very much! in a similar vein, i honestly still cannot fathom that i almost managed to double the follower count this past year. i'm probably not gonna reach the goal i've kinda been looking at until the end of the year but that's okay. i am so incredibly grateful for everyone here anyway. no matter what.

as for next year - i'm not too sure what i'm gonna do. of course. i'm gonna keep posting memes, and templates and whatever other stuff i feel like doing, but i think my activity is gonna keep on being spotty. i'm also still tempted to do commissions one day ( and we're totally gonna ignore that i've been saying this for over a year now, okay? ) but with the amount of time i don't have, i'm not sure i'm gonna be able to deliver on that. if i do finally build the courage and self-esteem to do that, it will be like an occasional thing that might take some time. however, one thing i do wanna do more of is gifs. i'm not sure what kind of gifs, but i enjoy making them and it's been way too long since i did them so i'm gonna see how i'm gonna incorporate that. or if anyone has any specific gifs they want, always feel free to shoot me an ask or a message. maybe also some aesthetic-y stuff? after all do love making pinterest boards for characters.

maybe i'll also do a blog reveal once i finally set up my multi that i've been planning to work on for months now. since i'm gonna scrap my current main blog ( which i haven't really been active on in a while now anyway ) i'm kinda thinking of coming back to writing and who knows, maybe i'm gonna reveal it here in case anyone would like to write with me.

anyway, this was a lot of rambling, and if you've made it this far, i once again wanna thank you. i know i do this a lot but i really do appreciate you all being here so much, and even after two years of having this silly little blog, it still feels unreal to me that so many people here enjoy what i do.

much love and happy holidays, pooh 🧡

[alpinefrsh]

What are your thoughts on C!Wilbur now? Anything changed?

I’m asking for reference because I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what to think. I was never really attached to ccWilbur in the first place and what he did was absolutely shit so the decision to stop supporting him wasn’t hard. But dear lord the character he played was so well-crafted(again I don’t support him at all). I just really don’t know where to draw the line between the story and the writer, if that should influence my admiration for this really well-crafted character or if me still liking c!Wilbur counts as support to the creator.

Thoughts?

(sub question: how is this gonna affect how you write the c! character in the future, if you write him at all?)

Support Shubble!🫶

Heads up, probably gonna get a bit long and ramble-y here, I haven't really gotten to think or talk about this much yet.

I'm still not entirely sure where I stand with c!Wilbur at this point in time- because on the one hand, whenever I see a drawing of Wilbur with a white streak in his hair I go "Ah, c!Wilbur" and don't feel particularly strongly about it. While the character and the streamer are unequivocally linked and I'd rather avoid writing about c!Wilbur in the future, they're still not the same person in my mind.

Yeah, I mean, I liked cc!Wilbur well enough before all of this- but my primary reason for watching him was definitely Tommy (didn't really watch many of his streams if Tommy wasn't also there kekw). I consider myself rather fortunate in that I've already gone through getting a little too dependent on a streamer for comfort who then turned out to be a really shitty person ages ago, so now I'm much more careful to keep a stronger degree of separation. No parasocial relationships here, thank you very much. Been there, done that.

I think the only person I would genuinely have some level of difficulty with dropping at this point is Tommy. Ooh, big shocker coming from the person who writes almost exclusively Tommyinnit-centric things, I know.

But yeah, back to Wilbur-- regarding c!Wilbur in fanfics, I unfortunately can't just remove the influence he's had over c!Tommy- just like I can't remove the impact c!Dream's had on c!Tommy's life. I also can't change c!Tommy's perspective of c!Wilbur, so at least regarding TomTurtles, Tommy's still going to mention Wilbur, and he's still going going to think of him his older brother and someone that he cares about.

However, as the writer, I will be far less merciful in how he's portrayed, regardless of c!Tommy's biased perspective (c!Wilbur isn't going to show up- that was never in the cards outside of a now scrapped idea for a non-canon fic in the series where c!Wilbur has actually been living in the same America as Tom and the turtles and they find each other again)

After I'm done writing the crossover series though, I don't think I'll be including him in anything else. Which is a shame only because it means I can't use c!Tommy.

Sure, most of my portrayals of Tommy will probably still draw heavily from c!Tommy but I probably won't be able to take him straight from dsmp anymore.

Upside to scrapping all of my ideas that included Wilbur- I can completely replace him with Technoblade AKA, more bedrock bros content \o/ (That being said, most of my fic ideas at this point in time are just various AUs getting Tommy to interact with the cast of rottmnt ahaha-)

All that is to say: While I ultimately view c!Wilbur and cc!WIlbur as different, the second I've finished writing this series, he will most likely never be mentioned or shown again in any of my fics after that. Might as well give any roles he might've played to someone more deserving.

And support Shubble, I'm so incredibly grateful that she decided to speak up about all this.

Thank you for the ask, I hope you have a nice rest of your night/day.

[sheepkebby]

I hope you don’t mind my rambles, but I’m avoiding doing my homework, so I’m gonna analyze potential future plot of KVTW :3

So, in ch. 7, we find out that the survivors are at a military base is a desert somewhere. Since it’s a military base, we can guess they’re still in the US, so that narrows down where they could be.

For the sake of keeping this short since it’s pretty late for me, let’s say they’re in the Chihuahuan Desert. To be nice to Keith (and me), I’ll guess that the survivors’ military base is also in Texas, so I’m going to approximate them somewhere in far west Texas.

We know Virgil is taking Keith to Texas, but he didn’t say where. Some of the closest port towns to where they’re approaching from is Galveston and Houston, so for my measurements, I’m going to guess that’s where they land. If they don’t boat up any rivers, that leaves Keith somehow having to find his way from southeast Texas to west Texas.

Now lovelies, for some context Texas is pretty fuckin’ big. Let me put in a little perspective:

Here’s a great map I found detailing the survivors journey, and the blue line is our group. Through their campaigns, they travel from Savannah, Georgia to New Orleans, Louisiana. According to google maps, the straightest route from their start to finish is over 600 miles.

If Keith ends up in southeastern Texas and has to find his way to west Texas, to cross the whole state, his route is going to be ~600-800 miles, depending on his actual starting and end point. And that’s only if he takes the best path by roads. He doesn’t know Ellis is alive, so he doesn’t have a goal to even travel this far. A road trip through Texas could last days, and that’s if he finds a car, the roads aren’t blocked, and he has a motivation to head that way. This all also with the assumption that their base is even in Texas; it could always be further.

Keith has a long road ahead of him.

(I sleep now. Love KVTW sm!!!!)

MY JAW LITERALLY DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS I'M. I'M GOING TO DROP MY JACKET INTO A PUDDLE FOR YOU SO YOUR SHOES DON'T GET MUDDY.

I'm absolutely astonished, like, I never ever thought that people would get so invested in my writing. I dunno if it's weird of me to say but thank you so so much for this. Really you've made my whole night

You're right on the money with "Keith has a long road ahead of him." too! I planned on chapter 7 marking the midway point in the fic, which is half the reason why I decided to turn it into a comic. In my eyes, it was a big milestone. (That, and the jarring switch to Ellis' POV made it special). But yeah, like I said, we're practically halfway through! Poor Keith hopped on that boat praying he'd see his loved ones in a day or two, mm-mm! Oh baby boy, I'm so sorry.

You'll havta wait a little while longer, my beloved bumpkin.

As for you, stranger, sleep well :3 and thanks again !!!

[elderlingacademic]

Update

So, tumblr just saw fit to tell me that this blog is now nine years old, which is... wild and strange to me. It's been a long time since I've been on it, and some of the posts are still getting notes, so I thought I'd stop by with a catch-up on how things are.

So:

I've finished my PhD. The process was bad enough to make my mental health plummet to previously unseen depths (for me, anyway), which is why I dropped off the face of this earth blog. I managed to pass with technical corrections only, which is a huge achievement that I think one day I might figure out how to feel about, but it's too soon right now.

My mum has read it, and thought it was very good - I'm hoping sometime (it's gonna be years, but) to be able to reread it with a clear head and appreciate it. Same with Realm of the Elderlings, honestly.

End of PhD meant some big life changes, some of which I'm still in the middle of. I live in a different city now, and I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, because academia is no longer the answer.

I guess for the last year since I finished I've been wanting to post something about this but trying to work out how, and I think that the core of it is this: it is okay for things to not work out how you expected. If you are neck-deep in academia right not, it is not the whole world, I promise you. I finished my PhD, but I seriously considered quitting, and I still don't think that would have been the wrong decision. (Neither was carrying on. They were both acceptable options, no matter how fraught I felt about them at the time).

We are taught to view our lives like a kind of funnel - we start with a plethora of options, and then we narrow down further and further until we specialise (oh we might have other unrelated hobbies, but the core of it is Our Thing). But that's not how that works, that's not how any of this works at all. The world is wide. I can choose anything now. I mean, most of the things I've thought of so far I don't actually want to do for various reasons, but I know myself well enough to know that I'll figure it out eventually. If I just let it simmer in the back of my head, and give it time. You don't have to know the answer; in a way, you are the answer, if that makes any kind of sense.

I stuck with the job that I picked up part time to fund my PhD, and took it full time. It's definitely not a forever option, but it was a blessing to be in a new city, strangely liberated from the PhD that took up eight years of my life (and the general academia that took up the majority of my whole life before then), and doing something I already knew how to do. It's helping rebuild my confidence, and I know that whatever come next is going to be something I can make something of.

I hope that's not so rambly as to be incoherent; regardless, I'm glad I wrote it. I do still see asks on this account, so if you ever have any queries about academia (not the technical side, but what it feels like to get through sometimes), let me know. I can't promise quick answers, but I'll try to answer most things.

I hope you are all well, and thank you for the notes that remind me this blog still exists - a testament to the love and enthusiasm I had for this project at the start, and that I still hope to rediscover some day.

[ashbye]

🌈Hello everyone! I know its been a while but I have finally decided to start writing this! I've been pretty busy so I apologise for not getting this out sooner. I've also just not had a lot of motivation to write things at the moment. Either way I hope you enjoy the story. I just finished watching The Witcher season 2 so I will hopefully be as accurate as I can. This is a part 2 request from @chocotacobread by the way! So thank you to them for it! By the way I just watched Avatar: The Way of Water and my Avatar phase has been rekindled so I might write about that. I literally watched the first Avatar when the movie came out in theaters. Anywho here we go!

Warnings: swears, implied smut, make out

This is the link for part one: part one

Reunited at last Pt.2 - Geralt x f!reader

It had been a long journey so far for the three of you. After learning of Yennefer's death Geralt wasn't sure how to feel, she was a good friend of his. Along with killing monsters and protecting Ciri some new found feelings were starting to surface. You had never told anyone of course, especially not Geralt. The fear of losing what was just rekindled was too overpowering.

Ciri had started to become suspicious of Geralt and you. She had grown tired of watching you two dance around each other. So, she did what she thought was best, and took it into her own hands.

The plan was to simply stir up some realizations in the both of you. She decides that opportune moment for her plan to come into action is now. You were currently collecting wood for a fire while Geralt and Ciri were setting up camp for the night.

Ciri couldn't wait any longer. "You seem quite close to Y/n, don't you think Geralt?" Ciri asks him and after a moment silence he looks to her with a questioning eyes. "I suppose. Why?" She looked away from him towards the blanket she was laying out. "I don't know it's just that you seem fond of her and if I've seen correctly she is quite fond of you to." Geralt stopped what he was doing and quickly turned his head to her.

"What do you mean by that?" Ciri was struggling to hide her smirk as she responded "Oh just you know." Geralt's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. "Ciri.." he said in a low tone. Deciding to leave it at that, Ciri got up and started walking off. "I'm gonna go check and see if there are any bags left on roach."

Geralt stared at her back as she walked away. What she said circled his mind and he tried to figure out what ever that cryptic sentence meant. Coming up with nothing, he sighed and set back to work.

It was this moment when you came back with stacks of wood under your arms. You set them down and looked at the two of them. "What's got you two so quiet?" Ciri shrugged and Geralt only responded with his signature hum and continued with his work.

The next day you and Ciri were packing up your things onto Roach with some small talk. Ciri decides that now was the time to subtly drop her observations into the conversation. "So, you and Geralt huh?" You looked to her in slight bewilderment. "What about me and Geralt?"

"You two just seem very near and dear to each other. What's that all about." You looked back to Roach for a moment before returning your eyes to Ciri. "I suppose we are but I don't understand what you mean by that." Seeing your confusion Ciri was going leave it and you figure it out for herself. She laughed off the question, "I think you know what I mean." You scoffed and looked away. "If you mean to say that I love Geralt than you are far off. He's merely a good friend of mine.-" As you continued to ramble off about how the two of you were just friends Ciri nodded her head and walked off.

You sighed as Geralt came over to you. "What are you rambling about?" You jumped slightly and held a hand to your heart "Shit! We have got to put a bell on you! No matter how large and muscular you are does not mean I can you hear you walking up to me!" Geralt smirked at you and apologized before asking his question again. "Oh nothing, it was just something Ciri said. You know how she is."

"Everyone seems to think I know everything these days it seems." You chuckled at his words and nodded. "Yes well you are the intelligent white wolf, are you not?" He narrowed his eyes and responded "Don't patronize me." You gasped in fake offense as he did his hum of a chuckle. "Me? Why I would never!" You smiled at him as you felt a warmth bubble in your stomach.

You hid your face away in hopes he wouldn't notice you're racing heartbeat. But being a witcher Geralt noticed it right away. He felt a sense of pride overcome him from the realization that he did that to you. Neither of you could tell exactly why you were having these feelings but you could conjure up a guess.

You cleared your throat as started to step back. "We should head out, I'll grab Ciri." Geralt nodded and watched as you walked away your cape flowing behind you.

It was night when you finally stopped at an inn. Geralt wanted to camp in the forest nearby but Ciri begged him to stay in the inn. You were the voice of reason in this situation saying it might be a good idea to have at least one night in an actual bed. Plus you had just enough coin in you pocket for rooms, meals, and housing for Roach.

So here you were at the counter paying for a stable for Roach and two rooms. One for Ciri and one for you and Geralt. As the two of you walked in your shoulders slouched. Geralt looked inside and let out a mumbled "Fuck." You specifically asked for your room to have two beds but there was a mix up and ended up only having one.

"Well there's nothing we can do about it now." You sighed and set down you bag on the small table inside. Geralt walked behind you and set his things down as well. There was a thick tension in the room. It felt as if Geralt's sword wouldn't be sharp enough to cut through it.

You decided to bring up what Ciri said to you earlier that day. "So, Ciri was asking me something this morning." Geralt hummed in response to show he was listening as he was taking off his armour. "She was asking me about how we're so 'near and dear to each other'." Geralt looked to you with furrowed brows.

"And what do you think she means by that?" You glanced at him and sighed while picking at your knife holster. You weren't sure how to respond at this point. Maybe being blunt was the best option in this case. "She's probably talking tension or something like that."

If he was being on honest, Geralt was surprised she even wanted to talk about this at all. Considering how long they've held it off for. His jaw clenched in response as he searched for the correct path to take in this situation. Just as Y/n had thought, maybe being blunt was best.

"I think she might be right." You looked to him with a slight smirk and said "Oh do you?" He gave a light hum as he stared at you, as if that one hum would answer all your questions. You decided to tease a bit to see how far he could go before snapping.

"If you think Ciri is so right, then why don't you prove it to me?" Surprise was evident in his eyes while his face conveyed nothing. No emotion at all. "And how would I do that?" He asked you after a beat of silence. You took a step closer to him. So close you chests were mere centimeters apart. His warm breath ghosted across your cheeks as you gazed into his eyes.

"I think you know exactly how to prove it to me." It only took a second before he lurched forward and placed his lips onto yours. You couldn't describe how it felt in simple words. The kiss felt like pure poetry. It felt like breathing in fresh, forest air. It felt like sitting by the fire with a drink warming the depths of your soul. It was an experience entirely new yet familiar.

You never wanted it to end but the need for oxygen became too overpowering. Your lips pulled away and took in as much air as possible before going right back in. The first kiss was soft and sweet but now, it felt firm and passionate. His tongue lightly grazed your bottom lip asking for entrance. You willingly gave it to him.

Your mouths were partaking in a fiery dance of yearning. Hands gripped at clothes and exposed skin. It didn't even register in your mind that you were being lifted up until your legs rested around his waist. Geralt slowly walked to the bed, laying you down on your back and towering over you.

Before it could go any further though you pushed him away, wanting to make one thing clear. "Geralt, I love you." You panted out with what little air you had. He rested his forehead on yours taking a moment to bask in your words. "I love you too." He grumbled out before slowly taking you lips again.

All throughout the night you and Geralt proved to each other just how much you loved the other. Passion fell through the air until the sun peeked over the horizon. As the light fell into the room, you and Geralt lay in bed with your head on his chest and his arm around you resting on your hip. Your hand drew circles into his skin as you both basked in the afterglow.

You sat up on your elbow with your arm still on his chest. He looked into your eyes as a smile spread across you face. You hand reached up and lightly grabbed his jaw to connect his lips to yours. It was a light kiss that said all that needed to be said in that moment.

From then on the both of you had only grown closer and you promised to stick by each other's side no matter what. That night changed your lives for the better and you're so glad that Ciri had finally grown impatient enough to push you two together. After all it was about time you and Geralt had a proper reunion.

🌈There you go! I hope you enjoyed sorry it took so long!

[val-writesstuff]

Silent song chap 1

Summary: Showing off for Wanda, Sam still trying to figure you out. Tony suggests a party and Bucky shuts him down

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I posted the last one, started writing and immediately caught dear old Rhona. She hit me like an absolute bitch and she's still somehow throwing punches even after she's gone.

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I spent the first two days reading every file I had access to, every news article or blog that seemed informative, and every interview the avengers had done, I needed to know everything. I’ll admit I was nervous to meet these people. Me being one of them? That was never gonna happen. Fury wanted me to be a part of this team but from what I've seen so far, nobody else did. I mean come on, they were a group of trained and enhanced individuals that did everything together, they weren't just gonna open their arms to some random person dropped on their doorstep.

I drop the book I’m struggling to read when my stomach growls loudly. I glance over at the clock on my table, it reads three in the morning. At least I can sneak to the kitchen without seeing anybody else wandering around. At least, that's what I thought.

I freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when I see a silhouette in the light from the open fridge. The broad shoulders, tussled brown hair, and shiny metal arm tells me it's Bucky. I roll my eyes as I try to sneak past him to a nearby cabinet. My single interaction with the man wasn't great, and I didn't feel like doing it again. I cringe when a floorboard creaks under my steps. Why did a multi-million dollar building have a creaky floor? When he doesn't turn around, I'm in the clear. I snatch a silver packet from the cabinet and begin my not-so-sneaky escape.

“You don’t want to take those.” I look over my shoulder to see Bucky leaning against the sink, arms crossed as he watches me. I glance down at the pop-tarts in my hand and then back at him.

“I'm hungry. It’s food. Why wouldn't I want a pop-tart? Are they yours?” I sigh as I shove them back into the cabinet. Guess I'll find something else.

“No. They're Thor’s. He gets pretty upset when somebody else takes them. Here.” He turns briefly to grab something from a bowl and tosses it at me. I barely manage to catch it before it hits me in the chest. I look down at the small purple fruit in my hand. Did he just throw me a plum?

“I haven't had one of these in years. Thanks!” I smile as I lift myself to sit on the counter before I bite into the fruit. “Thor is the lightning guy, right? That's not even that cool.” I scoff and roll my eyes as I ramble, something I, unfortunately, do often when I’m tired. “I mean anybody can mess around with the weather, it's not all that hard. I learned to do that at like ten years old.” I finished the fruit as I stared at Bucky. “Why does he get upset about a fake pastry? They're not even that good.”

I smile as I hear a small chuckle come from his side of the kitchen before he shakes his head. “Sometimes he acts like a child, I'm not sure why. It’s best to avoid him when he starts acting up.” I could see Bucky eye me up and down in the moonlight. “Why are you up so late?”

I shrug. “I can never sleep in a new place. You'd think I’d get used to it since I never had a home but-” I feel the color drain from my face as I realize what I said. Damn me and my stupid rambling. “I just couldn't sleep. What about you? You're up too.” I stare at the ground as I slide off the counter and move to toss the plum pit in the trash.

He ignored my question. “There's a gym if you ever wanna work out, that's pretty exhausting. If you get hungry again, Wanda usually makes breakfast around 8, sometimes dinner too.” I was about to thank him but he shrugged it off and headed down the hall, likely back to bed. What an odd man. Why was he a jerk the other day but so kind now? Had he just been having an off day when we met? Maybe. For now, I was off to bed. In the daylight, I’d have to check out that gym.

I rub my eyes and roll over, pulling the blanket over my head with a groan. It's too early in the morning and the sun is too bright. 

I hear a knock on the door and I groan before dragging myself out of bed and over to the door. I try to pat my hair down before I open the door, to see the most cheerful woman I've ever seen. I don't recognize her, she has red hair but not the same one from the other day.

"My name is Wanda." She extended her hand and I shook it. After she let my hand go she grinned. "Bucky told me you might be joining us for breakfast and I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go. It's wonderful to meet you by the way."

A weary smile crossed my face and I nodded. "Yeah I found the kitchen last night, thank you. I can get dressed real fast if you wanna walk together?" I left the door open as I grabbed some clothes from my dresser, then changed into them in the bathroom. 

When I came back out, Wanda was sitting on the edge of my bed looking around the room. "You don't seem to have a lot of stuff. Is it just coming later or…?"

"Nope. I uh… I grew up kind of on the run so it was better not to have a lot of stuff. I don't keep a lot of things that can't be replaced." I shrugged and moved closer to the door. I wasn't sure why I was telling her this but I felt almost at peace with her. "So breakfast?"

We began the long walk to the kitchen in mostly silence until my curiosity couldn't be held back any longer. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but what do you do? It's just Sam mentioned there's a whole bunch of different kinds of people in the Avengers and I'm just trying to fit names to titles and stuff."

She giggles and held up her hand, fingertips glowing red. "It's no problem, I’m curious about you too. I'm the Scarlett Witch. Can you do magic or something?"

"Uh… kinda?" I walked over to the glass wall of the hallway. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the sky. Quickly dark clouds rolled in, cracking thunder sounded and then rain poured down in heavy droplets. "I can do that. Does that count as magic?"

"That's awesome! You're just like Thor!" She grinned and stared at the storm out the window. 

"Eh. Isn't he a god? I'm nowhere near as powerful. He would totally beat me if we had to battle each other.”  Maybe it was a mistake to show her that. It would probably raise even more questions about what I am.

As soon as we entered the kitchen Sam spoke up. “Did yall see that storm that just appeared? Wanda points at me and Sam's eyes widen. ‘Did you do that? That's awesome!” he immediately pulls a miniature notebook from his pocket and scribbles something down.

"uh… Whatcha doing? What's with the notepad?" I slid onto the stool next to Sam at the kitchen island. I tried to peek at what he was writing but he leaned away from me. 

"I told you I'm gonna figure out what you are, so I'm writing down all the clues and things I learn about you."

I was surprised he was still on that and even more surprised he was this dedicated to the cause. Before I could comment on it, Tony breezed into the room with a grin on his face. I had a bad feeling about this. 

"We're having a party!" Tony announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes while everybody else in the room groaned. 

With Sam and Wanda bickering with Tony, I was left with my thoughts. According to the media, the parties that happened in this tower were legendary. There were always A-list celebrities, entertainment, drinks, and generally a good time had by all. The thing that made me chew on my lip was the usual crowd of paparazzi that showed up, even uninvited. 

I was terrified of the world seeing me, even more so of people who were looking for me. I sat stone still, panicking for minutes until Bucky’s loud voice broke me out of my daze. “Tony she's been here less than a week, and you wanna throw her a party? Shouldn't we wait to celebrate her until she does something… I don't know, worth celebrating? We haven't seen her do anything, she could be horrible.” Part of me was grateful he was offering a way to stall this party idea. The other part of me was a little upset he doubted my skills.

“Would Fury have forced me to join this team if I was horrible?” I frowned and crossed my arms as I glared at him. Only pulling my gaze away when Tony sighed loudly.

“Fine Tin man. We’ll send her on the next mission and wait to have a party until after that.” There was a pause before a wide Cheshire smile appeared on Tony’s face. “Since you came up with this fantastic idea, you get to be the one that goes with her.”

After Bucky and Tony began arguing loudly, with Sam trying to mediate, I snuck out of my chair and down the hallway in search of the quiet I expected to be waiting for me in the gym.

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[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright Season 3 lets give it up for season 3 everyone.

Cannot believe this show left me on "How do you know what you brought back it 100% pure Sam?" and I just said to myself

GODDAMN

and then just didn't watch S3E1 for three days

Anyway. Liveblogging spn while I work tonight. We're bringing back the old days where I did this with x files if any of you remember that LMAO

Kicking things off with a bang (and me trying to not post too many rambles about a stupid tv show, so I'm conglomerating my thoughts into big posts instead)

we have S3E1 - The Magnificent Seven

Love this show's deep appreciation for full black contact lenses MWAH

cheffs kiss

Sorry I know I should be focusing on the evil demon smoke going to infect whatever city this is but like. Do you guys actually genuinely have flags out the front of your houses like this for real

Like really. Do your houses really have flags like that.

OH YEAH BABEY SEASON 3 GOT AN INTRO STING GRAPHICAL UPDATE!!!!!!!!!! NICE

He is SO concerned

No one is giving me practical effects like this show is and I'm living for this

I WISH there was more of a scene in australia cause god I'd work as a prop maker for a living if it was a viable career to do more horror aligned stuff here.

They've spiced up the camera work this season and it is FUN!!!!

These two are great I hope they're gonna be regular supporting characters PLEASE

Highly entertaining seeing Dean's superpower of "Flirt with woman successfully" actually used as a utility (bonus points because it's making him uncomfortable)

RARE HAT-LESS BOBBY SPOTTED

Oh.

Absolutely visceral death, but a real damn shame because these two were cool :(

This show has no right just putting jokes like this right after a scene like THAT.

These dickheads are far too fun to be a one off PLEASE

Australian chanting

FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT!!!!!!!!

Alright that was a fun way to start a season. Nice recap. I get it. It'dved been a while since it last aired. I like shitty pissed off Sam a LOT.

Are you tired of being nice Sam? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

Round 2 Electric Boogaloo with S3E2 - The Kids are Alright

Starting strong once again with a callback to Victorian worksafe ads!!

(Victorians know.)

Love that Sam inherited NONE of the lying genes in the family

I'm sorry you cant make the comment "as many as I can squeeze out" (EUPHAMISM) and then immediately smack me in the face with a fucking GUMBY REFERENCE?????!!!!!!!!!

Fuck off I hate this show. Fuck you dean you stupid piece of shit

A FUCKING

GUMBY REFERENCE (how many of you know what that is LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

Look I get it, I do, but c'mon he looks so fucking awkward getting cake while these two women are talking about the explicit details of his prior intimate experience with Lisa from 8 years ago

Like what the fuck did they DO to illicit a reaction as intense as these two women are giving

No I will not suspend my disbelief for the running gag No I'm not taking this too literally NO i don't have a problem with interpreting jokes

The closeup of Dean's face as his brain was doing the dialup tone killed me, then immediately PANIC but don't drop the cake (SAME)

Anyway. Lisa I love you. You're amazing. Please be done justice by this show. Please.

Need you all to know I go through hell (HAR HAR) to watch this show

And I thought my conversations in cafes sounded unhinged to bystanders (LITERALLY had some old dude tell me and a friend we were weirdos as we minded our own business drawing horror art in a cafe hgakjrhgkagh)

HATE that my brain just went "NOT THE SARAN WRAP SKIN" (we don't call it that. Next I'll start pronouncing things more wrong than I already do)

Not the white DS Lite!!!!!!!!

Remember this kid you bullied in highschool? This is them now

Oh this show doesn't pull punches and it has some NICE shots

Anyway bye Lisa I love you I hope you come back soon :(

the running gag of bizarre interior décor hotel room never ceases to entertain me, I'm like a small child

Anyway

ran out of room for more images on this post so. Who knows maybe I'll fuck off or I'll do a part 2 tonight we'll see

[strawberry-seed28]

Guess what? It’s Hero x Villain time :D

Quick thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, your advice & editing was very much appreciated :] Tw: Cursing ================================

Book Club

A book club. A fucking book club. Supervillain glared at Villain, who was adverting their eyes away from their gaze. They sighed, trying to not blow up over the fact that not only was the Villain HQ being shown off to civilians, but that it was advertised as a book club. Not even something cool like a fight club, but a book club.

    “Villain, I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right here & right now.” Supervillain growled, staring at the younger member. Villain flinched, a hand going to the back of their neck as they looked up at the supervillain. “Well?”

    “I- You see boss, I saw you reading Pan's Labyrinth yesterday & I was coincidentally reading it too, so I thought we could maybe get more people to read together. Plus the fact that you don’t really have any friends outside of work-” Villain cut themselves off as they realized what they said. Supervillain narrowed their eyes, arms crossing against their chest. It was true, being a supervillain often led to not getting much time outside of work, much less time to make friends who weren’t always planning evil schemes with them. Though, they didn’t want to admit it. Supervillain sighed, a hand going to rub their temples a futile attempt at calming themselves.

    “Listen, kid, I appreciate you wanting me to get out more, but you need to mind your own  damn business sometimes, okay?” They said, trying to keep their irritation at bay. Villain nodded, looking back down at their feet. “Now, go out & take down those posters before someone actually comes, alright?” Villain laughed nervously, once again raising a hand to the back of their neck. Supervillain raised an eyebrow at them.

    “Uh, heh, bout that..” Villain said, trailing off slightly. The supervillain groaned, unmasked irritation & anger in their voice. They gestured Villain to the door, a silent command to bring them to the idiots who decided to join the ‘Book Club’. Villain flinched, speeding to open the door for their boss before scurrying ahead to lead the way. 

After an incredibly awkward elevator ride, they made it to the lobby. The cheery elevator music did nothing to quell the tension between the two of them. The elevator opened with a resounding ping, & Villain hurried to ahead of Supervillain. They peered out to notice the single civilian, who was happily chatting to the receptionist about lord-knows what. The echoing of Supervillain's steps alerted Civilian to their presence, making them turn, a blinding smile wide on their face.

“Howdy! Are you the leader of the book club? I’m Civilian & I’m glad that there's still book clubs here in the city. These days it's all about social media & superheroes or whatever. So when does it start? I noticed that nobody else was here so maybe I’m just early? Oh well-” Civilian chattered, completely unaware of the confused & downright irritated supervillain in front of them. They were rambling far too fast for Supervillain to hear properly. They raised their hand in a silencing gesture, trying to get a moment so they could speak. 

“I'm very disappointed to tell you this, but ‘Book Club’ will not be happening today. My colleague here,” They jerked a thumb at Villain, who waved at them nervously, ”made a mistake on the posters. So you’re going to have to leave.” Supervillain finished. Civilian deflated at that, disappointment clear on their face. As much as they disliked it, Supervillain did feel a pang of sadness as they sollumley nodded.

“Alright then,” They said, not even trying to hide their disappointment. They began to grab their things when they paused, a small smirk creeping onto their face. “What about these then?” Civilian held up a basket full of pastries, fresh ones if the steam emanating from them was anything to go off of. Supervillain stilled, jaw dropping slightly at the move they just played. It was dirty, they had to admit, but then again, Supervillain liked the wit behind it.

“So you play dirty then.” They said, a small smile growing on their face. Civilian returned the gesture with their own shit-eating grin. “Both of you meet me in room 72, 12:00pm. Sharp.” They said, turning back to the elevator. 

And that's how Wednesdays at 12:00pm became known as book club days at HQ, & every meeting always had pastries baked by Civilian themselves.

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That’s all for now, have a good day/night :D

[lantern-child-of-souls]

Whats your most important memory?

I'm gonna start this by saying important in my case doesn't equal good. It's an extremely fucked up memory but it was important in the sense it was my first big memory, part of why I became friends with bestie of that timeline, and led to good memories. It's also important to note I was a feral little shit, heaven wasn't a good place to be, and that's no hate to angels who's heavens were actually wonderful. That all said you've been warned and here's the memory.

I've vaguely talked about it on here before but losing my eye and going into heaven for the first time. I was guiding this kid up to heaven, he hadn't been in purgatory long and was full of questions about heaven hell and purgatory. I was about to tell him all about hell and purgatory but the most I could tell about heaven was it was pretty and I'd often listen to them singing from a good ways away or catch glimpses of it when they'd open the gates to let souls in. When I dropped him off the hand over happened like normal but I ended up staring to long through the gate. The next thing I remember I was pain and waking up in a little bitty room. I didn't have my lantern or anything really and was tied up all on my own. Eventually someone came in and started rambling about how disrespectful and disgusting it was to stare and a bunch other other rather ridiculous sins. I won't lie I laughed thinking it was some sort of joke. I thought it was ridiculous that this was the heaven that everyone long to be in and yet this was happening. Also again I was a little shit. In a very long and convoluted way they basically told me that because I was staring it fell into the eye for an eye category. I was told I had to pick which eye or else I was going to just be stuck there. I refused at first flat out refused I'm pretty sure I spit in ones face which looking back was a bad move on my part. I'll spare the gory details here but when it comes to torturing heaven is almost as bad as hell. There had been a few talks of just pardoning me. Saying I looked just angelic enough to possibly be purified and cleansed. Ultimately none of that happened and likely was just to scare me but I still had to pick an eye. Eventually I broke and picked my left one. Losing my eye was worse than most anything else they'd done so far which was a lot. I was thrown out the gates still bleeding and the spot where my eye has been leaked black goo/tar for the rest of forever after that. I managed to find my clothes and my lantern which had been folded up and hidden nearby by someone very important to me now. I managed to drag myself back down to hell where I ended up collapsing on the bridge. Now in hell I had a sort of MILD protection on me basically no one was supposed to kill me or severely harm me. It was hell though so ya know. But I ended up being found and boss man down below was pissed at how bad off I was and that I was gone for days since my job was important. I woke up and he wanted to know who did it and when I said heaven he got even more pissy and left. Never knew what he did but I didn't drop souls directly at the gates again. Just left them where they could see it and told them to go that way. It never felt right bringing them there after that which sucked but hell wasn't good for them and I couldn't keep them in purgatory. Sometimes I'd go and listen to the singing still and I got to say thank you to the one angel who helped me. Best angel ever I love him so much and I owe him so much.

[cherrygummycandy]

Ghostly Encounters of the babysitting kind.

Various Casper characters x reader

(I'll probably do a part two to this, but I thought this made a good prologue!)

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Dr. James Harvey frantically sorts papers, a few slipping out from the bottom of the pile in his hands. "Ugh, seriously-." He groans, crouching to pick up the fallen documents. As the Dr. experiences a manic episode, his daughter sits on the Bannister of the library stairs, a brow raised. She looks at her father with a mix of concern and bemusement as she crunches on some salty potato chips. Her eyes dart back and forth, following her dad as he darts back and forth across the library, mumbling about something.

"Hey... Dad?" Kat asks cautiously, and her father jumps in shock at her sudden voice. Placing a hand to his chest and taking a deep breath, he shakes off this fear. "Kathleen, well, you're certainly getting sneakier. When you were a toddler, I couldn't NOT hear you-" He rambles on, as Kat shakes her head. "Dad, you're rambling. What are you so freaked about?" She asks. He looks up at her. "Freaked?" He repeats. She rolls her eyes. "It's slang, you know? For freaked out?" He nods and reaches up to adjust his glasses, then sets his paper pile on the desk. "Well, to answer your question, I'm going to a college campus soon." He explains. She tilts her head in confusion, and he goes on. "Well, the Bowdoin College is interested in my work. They've agreed to give me a seminar to the head psychology students." He smiles, and motions to the papers beside him. "Just, uh, organizing my papers," He suddenly looks confused. "Wait, no, that's not paper one, where is paper one?" He mumbles, turning his back to his daughter. She hops up from her spot and heads down the spiral stairs. "So, they're open to you talking about ghost psychology..." She says, the phrase heavy with skepticism. She watches her father's shoulder slump noticeably, and he turns back around with a sigh. "Well, I may have, fudged my resume a bit, they think I'm going to present on psychology for humans, the elderly, specifically." Kat folds her arms and lowers her brows. "And you're going to present on that, right?" She asks. Dr. Harvey remains silent. "Right?" She repeats. "Well..." He starts, prompting Kat to groan. "Dad! Just cause' we know there're ghosts doesn't mean everyone believes it! These are fancy college people, they're gonna laugh you out of Bowdoin." She says. Dr. James Harvey claps, and points at his upset daughter. "But, maybe, they won't! This could be a break for me, Kathleen!" He insists. "Whatever, at least Bowdoin is far away, I don't wanna skip town again." She jokes.

"How long are you gonna be gone?" She asks, moving to lean against the poles holding up the library balcony. She had always wondered why they had a two-story library. "Uh, well, about 4 days actually." He says. "Cool, how many frozen pizzas did you buy for me?" She asks with a smile. He laughs, and nods a little. "That's the thing, I felt bad leaving you alone for several days, and I frankly..." He looks around, before whispering. "Frankly, I don't feel safe leaving you with you-know-who." Kat nods, shivering as she remembers the time her dad left to grab groceries, only to return to three ghosts dangling his daughter off the roof. He seems to sense what she's remembering. "I don't think they were really gonna drop me, probably..." She tries to give the three ghosts the benefit of the doubt. "Where am I going then?" Dr. Harvey pulls out a flyer. "I talked to some of the moms in town at the PTA meeting last week, there's a babysitter in town. They come highly recommended." He says, handing her the flyer. "I thought all the moms in the PTA bullied you..." She says as she examines the pamphlet. "Y/N L/N. So, there like, a nanny?" Dr. Harvey nods. "I'm leaving tonight, in-" He looks over at the large grandfather clock on the wall. "Oh, no, I'm already running behind, could you grab my suitcase? It's in my room by the wardrobe." Kat nods and heads out of the library. "Throw away your chip bag!" Dr. Harvey yells after her.

Upstairs, Kat Harvey grabs the rather heavy suitcase from her dad's bedside. "Ugh." She grunts, crouching as she tries to drag the suitcase. She feels a cold chill suddenly enter the room, and she smiles. "Hey, Casper." She says nonchalantly. A white apparition appears with a sheepish smile. "Aw, how'd you know it was me." He complains. She shrugs, and drops the suitcase with a heavy sigh. "Could you do me a favor, this suitcase weighs like one hundred pounds." She exaggerates. Casper nods, stretching his pale ghostly body in a superhero pose. He lifts up Dr. Harvey's suitcase and follows Kat's journey downstairs.

As Dr. Harvey loads his luggage into the beat up old Cadillac, he wipes some sweat from his brow and sighs. He claps his hands together when he turns back to face his Daughter, then lets out a shriek when a loud bang on the hood of a car rings out. He whips around to see three ghostly figures by the car with the hood open. "I don't know doc' I'm not sure this car is ready for travel." Stretch says, prompting Dr. Harvey to groan in concern. "I'm gonna regret this, but care to elaborate?" Dr. Harvey asks. "Well, from the looks of it, ya' don't even have an engine." Dr Harvey rushes forward to see that his Cadillac is indeed missing an engine. An engine, which he smacks his head on as he leans back up. The three ghosts howl in amusement as the Doctor tries to wrestle the possessed floating engine back into the hood of the car. "Come on, just knock it off, please!" He grunts, and suddenly the engine drops back into the car. He sighs and stands back up, his tweed jacket now coated in oil. Casper makes a gagging motion at the sight of it, causing Kat to giggle. "Huh, seems the car trouble has resolved itself." Fatso says, wiping the some of the engine oil onto the windshield of the car. "Your welcome for that." Dr. Harvey shakes his head, and opens the driver's side door.

"Kat, honey, I'm running behind, but I promise I'll bring you something back from Bowdoin. Casper," Casper's head perks up at the mention of his name. "Do what you can to keep them under control." He mumbles, eyes motioning to the ghostly trio. Stretch gasps, mocking hurt. "Doc' your words wound us!" Stinkie falls over dramatically into the arms of Fatso, clutching at his non-existent heart. "Yeah, you can trust us, we'll make sure your little fleshie stays alive," Stretch thinks for a moment "We'll try, at least." The ghosts burst into laughter again. "Well, that's not a risk I'm taking." The three ghosts look up. Dr. Harvey yelps as he feels a ghostly arm stick through the roof of his car and grab his collar, yanking him out of the door. "Whatta' ya' mean by that?" Stretch prods accusingly. Dr. Harvey gulps, trying to figure out how to explain his plan in a way that won't doom Casper and Kat to the rage of the three ghosts. "I've hired a babysitter-" "A BABYSITTER!" The three ghosts wail, and Casper only looks away. Stretch bares a set of ghostly fangs as his eyes bulge, something he usually does only when provoked. "We already were gracious enough to not chase ya' out of here, and you're lettin' in some other random fleshie?!" He yells, ectoplasmic ghost spit flying onto the face of the dear doctor with each word spoken. The trio glares at Dr. Harvey, and he waits a few moments before speaking. "I'm not going to leave Kat alone, she needs another living-" He's cut off again. "So that's the issue, huh? We aren't good enough because we're ghosts?" Stretch asks. "No, that's not what I-" "Can you believe this guy?" Stretch asks, and the other two shake their heads solemnly. "After all we did for you, you don't trust us..." Stinkie pouts, his eyes morphed into mocking puppy-dog eyes. "Look, I'm sorry that I need someone else in the house, but I just do. So, please, please try not to do anything crazy?" Dr. Harvey begs. The three of them instantly stop there fake sulking, and look at the doctor. "Alright doc', we'll bite. But what's in it for us?" Stretch asks, folding his arms. Dr Harvey sighs and flails his arm out. "I, look I'm really running late, we'll come up with the terms when I get back." Casper's eyes widen. "Uh, Dr Harvey? That doesn't seem like a good-" Dr. Harvey waves him off. "I know, I know, but I've got to get going, I'm sorry." Dr. Harvey waves out the window as he backs the car out of the driveway, narrowly making it through the Whipstaff manor gates. Kat waves back un-enthusiastically, and groans when she feels three pairs of eyes on the back of her head. "What?" She spits, crossing her arms.

"While we wait for this babysitter to arrive, why don't you explain how you're going to keep this fleshie babysitting rando out of our way." Stretch sneers. "Maybe you should just stay out of our way instead." Kat challenges, stepping forward. Stretch pauses, the grins and backs off, putting his arms up in surrender.

"Fine, but don't blame us if this sitter should happen to get into a... tragic workplace accident."

[tanenigiri]

Cherry Magic anime episode 2 timeeee. This covers Chapters 4, 5, and the first half of Chapter 6 in the manga. Thoughts and ramblings below.

While the first episode was almost completely faithful to the manga's first three chapters, there are some small deviations in this one, which I'm all for since it'll be interesting to see different interpretations of the same story. They don't really change anything with the story but I thought it'd be fun to point some of them out here.

On the more minor side, Tsuge and Adachi's conversation here happens in the former's house instead of in a bar, but the conversation is largely the same (and is still pretty ridiculous haha). I really like this conversation and Adachi's monologue right after though since it establishes that, at the end of the day, Adachi is actually incredibly sensitive to Kurosawa's feelings (a fact that manifests even more in the balcony scene later in the episode), and he knows that what's really holding him back from processing his feelings with Kurosawa is himself.

One of the bigger changes that I found really interesting here is the meeting scene. In the manga, once Adachi brings over the cake to the client Kurosawa has a meeting with, it cuts straight to the reaction of Adachi's officemates on how ridiculous the client is. But here, we see Adachi explaining what happened to his officemates (minus the whole mind-reading thing of course) before those reactions. This is pretty minor in the grand scheme of things, but I found this a really interesting decision since this is the first time we see Adachi actively mingling with his officemates - something that happens far, far later in the manga.

On one hand, there is a sense of this being too fast for his character development, as it was only one episode ago where he pretty much spells out to us that he's hopeless when it comes to any form of social interaction (outside of Tsuge). On the other hand, I wanna read this as part of Adachi recognizing that the power he was given isn't a curse, but a tool that'll help them with his hang-ups. If he needs some magical intervention to help him open up to others, then so be it, and this scene proves that it's working.

The balcony conversation was pretty much the same, although I did find it a bit funny that they added the whole dropping the water bottle thing for dramatic flair. I love that shot of their reflections in the water though - probably my favorite shot of the series so far.

I'm kinda curious about what they'll do with the bonus chapters from Volume 1 of the manga. Volume 1 has Chapters 1-5, which all already happen in this first two episodes, and we get the start of Volume 2 at the end of Episode 2 as well. But Volume 1 also has some extra chapters, and while they're mostly just some fun asides, there's one that's almost central to the story that when I first read the manga, one of my qualms was how this chapter was just a bonus. (To those who watched the original TV series, it's the park flashback scene.) I'm guessing they'll bring it in when the narrative steers toward it, but it is a pretty major change to how the story's presented in the manga.

Thanks for reading! I'm pretty sure Episode 3 is gonna cover the company trip that happens in Chapters 7-9, and that's gonna bring in our favorite hexagon as well as one of the most famous scenes of the series. Can't wait!