#quote from one of them: “there was c*m on the ceiling”

[applepies-and-starlight]

(As a singlet,) My most memorable experience with a system oomf was that one time we (me + Sob + Phos) were trying to calm down a fictive and Sob sent a png of a badger to them and said "here have this badger!"

Next thing we knew, system host rushes in screaming "WHY IS THERE A BADGER IN THE HEADSPACE?!?!!??!?!" In chat

(It was at this moment we learned we could summon things into the headspace with a png and if the fictive/headmate accepted it)

[be-side-my-self]

Rewatch of Only Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4 (IIII)

<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III>

Block #OMITBRewatch if you don’t want to read notes that will have spoilers up to seasons 3. Just to make it clear, while quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

Also I’m putting this under a read more because it gets long.

S2 E3

C: "I kissed Bunny on the lips" and that saying after he mentioned that Bunny is potentially his sister.

Oh, right. It's Bunny's last day.

Bunny: "I can't belive this is my last day. As board president."

Aww, Bunny :(

Love how the main three re-tell what happened to their fan-club.

Nina learned a lot from Bunny.

Uma and Bunny are such good friends, it's cute.

Bunny: "Is that your cute way of saying you don't want me to go?" Uma: "No, go. You know I have a key. Maybe I'll go into your place and wear all your stuff." Bunny: "Fuck you." Uma: "Fuck you."

It's fun how everyone seem to love Bunny if they aren't living at the Arconia.

She is giving that waiter so much money to fullfill his dream.

And as Mable says, she is a badass.

And Charles says "What would we do without you?"

Both of that just gave Bunny a boost.

And then she is instantly reminded that it's her last day. The one thing she always loved to do... the one thing she lived for.

Incredible... also Howard is great at taking minutes.

"And Nina shows her true face."

Please invite her in! Please! ;_;

Go to her Apartment! Invite her!

There had been three instances at which they could have saved Bunny.

S2 E4

I wondered if Lucy appears in S2 or S3 and it's season 2 which makes sense.

"She is an angel in Flip Flops, pitta putta!"

A wheelchair and a touch of dementia... how did the studio plan to redcon that? In case Charles is innocent?

Oh Oliver... your son needs you.

Oh look it's Teddy.

Oliver: "So... how is prison?" Teddy: "Actually... Transformative. I don't know if you konw Master Han, but he's helped me realize... I don't have to act on my thoughts." O: "Ah." Teddy: "For example, right now, the thought of ringing your neck, really stimulates my root chakra, but it's probably not worth losing three of my mindfulness badges." O: "Ah. Th-that's... That's good..."

O: "Well, I guess I'll see you around." Teddy: "Oh, definietly. Because I'm going to fuck you, Oliver." O: "Excuse me?" Teddy: "I'm going to fuck you. I'm not sure... when or how quite yet, but I'm going to fuck you. Hard. Harder than you've ever been fucked before. In a way you won't see coming. Until one day, you'll slip your knubby little fingers into one of my dips you love so much and realize... you're choking. Choking on a big heaping bowl... of fuck." O: *snort* Teddy: "Namaste."

Teddy is awful but holy shit he is hardcore.

I love how Mabel now is supposed to talk with the teen and then, being almost 30. also doesn't understand anything. Same though. DSM-5; 100 gecs (never heard of them except for omitb)

The knife in the ceiling is such a crazy thing...

Yay Lucy!

I love stuff like that... passage ways and caves and bunker...

The design changes to the Arconia are so ugly...

That is tragic... but that is all on you Teddy. You should have protected your son instead of using him.

The whole episode is about parent-children relationships.

Oliver being there for his son.

Lucy saw someone in the walls.

Jan is a freak.

S2 E5

Ah, the iphone ring tone

"Son of Sam"... we used to play that but it's call "murder at the disco".

Also fun that Teddy and Oliver knew each other since they had been... teens? early 20s?

So... I guess Teddy had learned how to hide his tells from Oliver? On the other hand, Tedd had not been Tim Kono's killer.

Lmao... Jan is a freak. But why waste internet time on TikTok? Use the 10 min of internet for pornhub. That is a better use of that data.

It's kind of clicheé to ask another murderer for help... like... hmmm "Silence of the lambs"? Ever heard of it?

Oh shit, I just remembered the secret that Will does not know about.

The two old white men talking american politics and having another bestie moment while Mabel just wants to figure out the clue.

Great, that the fanclub hears about the secret passageways.

O: "Our fans! You rascals."

I have to admit I wondered if Alice was the killer too. Because she fit the "profile". And I guess also because I did not really like her? She is a great red herring.

The fans actually seeing it all as a story and not reality...

Lmao Charles being protective about Mabel.

Alice: "Can I say I couldn't be more excited to meet the both of you?" C: "Oh!" Alice: "And hold on. Charles, were you not in..." M: "Here we go." Alice: "... that swedish movie, with the tempestous throuple that go camping and torture each other with orgasms?" Charles: "You saw 'Encounter at Uppsala'? I played the park ranger." Alice: "Fabulously, by the way. If it were anyone else's hands, it would have just been an average peeping tom. It's one of the most memorable half-scenes of the entire film. Honestly."

There is so much about that sentence alone to talk about. xD Like, How many memorable half-scenes wher ein this erotic swedish movie? Charles hands? Did you even see his face? Also how big is the chance that if Oliver had learned that Charles would have had *another* part in the movie he would instantly google it? Also how did Charles get the part in a swedish movie?

O: "And how did you see this movie?" Alice: "I took a class on deviant sexuality in Scandinavian cinema."

WHERE? also was it a british or an american class and did your professor call it deviant and why?

This is Olivers episode.

Also how he tells Charles that he is as uncomfortable as he always looks and then leaves him be to be completely uncomfortable between a bunch of people he does not know and then Charles instantly makes an ass out of himself.

Alice: "This is demented. I'm in." ... yeah no.

with murder at the disco, the one who wrongly accused someone would also die.

It's crazy that Oliver got the murderer in the game wrong... makes you wonder... also Mable was the son of sam?

I guess it's easy to lie about your life back in England when you're in New York.

... oh Charles...

Lol, are they aware that usually prison calls are recorded?

oh lmao Oliver was right about Alice being Son of Sam!

and ... there it is... holy shit...

S2 E6

you really start to feel for Poppy because Cinda is such a bitch.

Jan: "What? We never broke up." C: "Well, I guess I just assumed." Jan: "Why? Because I tried to kill you?"

... well...

Jan: "How many times are you gonna make me apologize for that? You're all I have, Charles. Are you really gonna leave me in here, all locked up, and not in a sexy way. I still love you. Is that crazy?"

Yes, Jan. That is crazy. But it's even more crazy that Charles stays... but also so understandable. He is scared too.

CINDA: "I need to poop!! Come in and say I have a call!"

Oh right, Joy!

Lmao Oliver and Mabel instantly knowing that there is some chemistry between Charles and Joy.

C: "Because she's not my type." Lucy: "What, emotionally stable?" O: "Age appropriate?" M: "Not incarcerated?"

The show is so good with red herrings. It's great.

The glitter bomb is such a good idea.

Was the whole episode of the Cinda podcast just two minuts?

Lmao Mable being just pissed at Charles for talking with Jan, because she is also protective towards Charles.

Also she is right, Jan killed Mable's friend.

LOL how they miss the bomb. It's a dramatic scene and the background is so silly...

Lmao letting Sazz do the breaking up is so crazy and also so genius. But also Uh Oh!

Incredible...

Uh oh... there is the bad thing Alice did...

I actually thought that it happened in Mable's apartment. But it's the studio.

Charles and Oliver are besties.

Poppy is so clever...

But also the glitter bomb worked.

Oh fuck! right... Mabel stabbed someone...

Poor girl...

And that was the most awkward hug in history.

[error-of-society]

Danganronpa Despair Time Chapter 2 murder scheme and secret theory.

Spoilers for Danganronpa Despair Time up too Chapter 2 Episode 11:

TW: S3lf H@ rm, Su*c*de, m*rder

I want to try to piece together the murder and the remaining secrets while Danganronpa Despair Time is on hiatus.

Firstly I want to talk about how the murder happened.

The killer overheard Arei and Eden after Arturo threatened Eden. So they wrote a note asking to meet with Arei at the playground at around 7:30. Everyone believes the note said 7:30PM because the minnows are found at the crime scene but it was actually 7:30AM. 

(Picture from chapter 2 episode 10) 

Notice the corner missing, where it would normally say AM or PM. (This is also what I think Charles is going to talk about after he said “we fucked up”)

They prepared two jugs of water filled with water from the relaxation room sometime after Nico fed the minnows, which was probably just before night time. They then obtained the rope from the storage room. 

When Arei and the killer met up they knocked Arei out and tied her hands together. Then they threw the rope around the swing set or the bars on the ceiling. They tied one end of the rope to the jugs of water that were on the spinny thing, and the other to Arei's neck. The killer then spun the spinny thing very quickly, causing the rope to pull and thus breaking her neck. During this the handles of the water jugs may have broken causing the fish and water to come out. Making everyone believe the murder happened before nighttime but this all happened just before 8am when the morning announcement came. The fish and water probably dried up in a matter of minutes as Teruko has stated. 

(Quote from chapter 2 episode 8)

They then tried to dispose of some of the evidence in the trash. (Water jugs, tape and the note)

(Picture from chapter 2 episode 8)

And hid the remaining rope under the spinny thing.

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Now I want to go over the remaining secrets which are the tried suicide 3 times(the secret Veronika got), you are a murder (the secret Arei got), poisoning the competition (the secret Xander got), family is dead (the secret Min got) and self harm (the secret Hu got), aswell as the secret David got.

(Picture from chapter 2 episode 8)

Red = confirmed 

Blue = Speculation 

I believe David is lying that he got Xander and actually got Teruko’s secret, he did briefly try to get Teruko to say her own secret during the trial.

(Quotes from chapter 2 episode 11)

(Further proven with the very beginning where an unknown person says they must kill Teruko)

(Quote from prologue episode 1)

Min and Xander got each other’s, as Xander definitely suffers from survivor guilt, and Min really needed to win the exam. (Check out the bonus episodes)

Hu says “if no one relies on me, then I won’t be useful anymore”, I believe her secret is the suicide one. 

(Quote from chapter 2 episode 11)

Veronika’s secret is probably the self harm one as she has mentioned she gets bored easily.

(Quote from chapter 2 episode 7)

Leaving the last remaining one Levi, the possible murder, who I believe is the killer of this case. And possibly the only one strong enough to spin the spinny thing fast enough.

The killer could also be Veronika. As she was there when Arei’s rope was taken to storage, and when the are circulation in the playground was mentioned.

This all speculation and is nowhere perfect. For example: Why not just tie the rope to the spinny thing and then just dump the minnow water on the ground? I was just trying to make sense of the broken handles of the water jugs.

If you guys have any theories or ideas I would love to hear them.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Longass Crop Circles Notes (for Lately, I've Been Thinking and I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One

Finally delivered to @spicymiilk our king. My apologies that these longass notes are not as detailed as last time. I shall endeavor to get more detailed as I read more of the fic. I will post my rage thoughts on chapter eight of for the nights and days of life by @mochalottie tomorrow though, and that shit will be novel length. Anyways:

Lately, I've Been Thinking:

-Me when Andrei says Spider will have a bad time: but does he ever have a good time for you??

-NORM CONTENT. *airhorn blares*

-I gotta love the tragic Shameless vibes you bring into my Spider fics, man. 

-Retweet, Spider, we all hate men. We are all scared of men. 

-Rip Paz, the fandom tries to tell me you weren’t a bitch but I don’t buy it. You totally were. Justice for Trudy, who was way cooler.

-Wait, did Spider do drugs too? The needles are around his bed? Or did he steal his moms bed?

-Lol, Paz is in and out, there is SO MUCH Shameless in this story. You can't hide from me, bastard.

-YESS, THE FAST FOOD AU. 

-Also, Andrei, what is it about beating the natural joy and zest for life out of Spider that gets u off?

-Neteyam will lOVE fixing this guy tho. Spider is his wet dream at this point. 

-I actually know a kid in my grade who was placed with one of my family friends when he was seventeen, he is fantastic. He’s the oldest of like, seven kids and the littlest ones go to the elementary school I work at now. My mom works there too and she always says you can tell when this kid is home because the little ones are showered and on time, and he takes them to get haircuts and stuff. He used to walk 45 minutes to work every day. He’s a great guy but he doesn’t stay. He doesn’t let them drag him down. :/

-Spider, on the brink of death, unloved and abused and neglected, dirty and with one single tangle of hair: hi

Neteyam: that is my soulmate. 

I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One:

-WHATS YOUR DAMAGE THE FIC? That’s the one line I quote more from any other type of media. Every day I go “WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA??” 

-N E T E Y A M VS SELF ESTEEM. MAN MANAGES TO HATE HIMSELF EVEN IN THE FACE OF SPIDER. 

-Also the fear I felt when I saw Miles and Norm are best friends actually, I’m comforting myself like “no no, he meant Spider it’s okay.”

-The hilarity of getting rid of Lo’ak and Kiri who are the canonically closest to Spider and leaving us with Tuk and Neteyam and Jeytiri. That excited me lITERALLY SO MUCH. The fast food au did start with only Tuk and Neteyam, and that’s juicy. We are forced to develop and explore relationships that are underdeveloped in canon and are harder to justify as instant sparks. You took away his natural in canon support systems so he has to learn to develop even faster with the other Sully's and that is a banger idea.

-W H E E L C H A I R J A K E. God I love wheelchair Jake aus, I love making them positive because I don’t like the way the first movie just fixed his disability. Give me Jake Sully being a positive disabled male father figure in his kids lives, just as present and happy and in love with his wife while paralyzed then he would be with mobility. What creative stuff has changed in their lives to accomidate? I need to know.

-Delighted by this Neytiri pov, my god. I feel like less people than I need in my life just let Neytiri have no bad blood at all with Spider in modern aus. She would be all over a neglected child.

-GET THE STICKY TOYS, thats so cute. And useful, I need him to get the magnets some kids got stuck to the ceiling in the gym at my work.

-Tuk is already bullying Neteyam about liking Spider and he isn’t even there yet. I’m lOVING the little bits of the fast food au I spot. She is going to be a menace. And clearly Neteyam is a lovesick clown.

-He is indeed about to get the shit loved out of him, and that is what every Spider Sully writer says before writing their fic. 

-WHAT DID THE MCCOSKERS DO SPIDER, NORM SHOULD KNOW, THEN HE WON’T PLACE OTHER KIDS WITH THEM BUDDY.

-Love the descriptions of how Spider feels when Norm’s body relaxes, just noting the way he backs off. So specific and accurate to any abused child. That tension and hypersensitivity to anyone's emotions, even people you implicitly trust, like never goes away.

-Norm thinking someone didn’t let Spider pee in the bathroom is so tragic and funny I feel bad for laughing. 

-Spider: heart palpitations upon seeing Neteyam

Spider: NORM YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE WINGMANNING ME?

I am picturing Norm and Tuk in the back of a Burger King setting up an elaborate plan while Neteyam sighs and watches Spider from a booth while writing Neteyam Socorro on all of his notebooks.

-i am cACKLING. You’ve never seen rizz as strong or as intense as “MILES??” and “WHOS THAT? WHAT’S SCHOOL, I DON’T KNWO WHAT THAT IS?” Their dumb clown asses belong together.

-In all seriousness though, I can't imagine how humiliating it would feel to Spider to know some random acquaintance at school was now privy to all your personal problems and business.

-I want to know how often Neteyam frequents the local Burger King. He's probably so embarrassed at how ready he was to big brother this kid. He's gonna be like "looking hot today, uh, I mean, did you need help with your homework champ???"

-This is now like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Neteyam can call Kiri and Lo’ak on the phone and gossip about boy problems

-JAKE INTRODUCING HIMSELF AS A MILITARY MAN TO EVERY CHILD THAT GETS BROUGHT INTO THEIR HOUSE, NO ONE VETOED THAT SHIT?? Kiri hasn't been like "sTOP TELLING EVERYONE YOU LOVE THE MILITARY, YOU ARE EMBARASSING US."

-Also wow does Norm not know Spider’s dad was former military and he way not vibe with that at all?

-The way that Neteyam is still stalking Spider at McDonalds Or Burger King we can’t be sure. The mention of both places has sent me to space because it makes it seem like Spider used to work at McDonalds and then switched to Burger King and deeply obsessed stalker Neteyam Sully switched establishments to frequent.

-Spider’s fear of Tuk is hilarious and deeply sad, that is your bestie. 

-I LOVE love the idea of Kiri and Neteyam watching video essays. I love video essays, I wish my brothers did gOD. Also love a late night owl Neteyam head canon.

-Spider really is a wet rat. Have you ever actually seen a wet rat? The saying is so accurate. Kid was fed properly for the first time in years and then it killed him. Love kills Spider at first, as we have learned from all Spider Sully fics. He's like a dog eating chocolate, it's good, but at what cost.

[technowoah]

THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FIVE : AND I REALIZE THREE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTHS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

Chapter Summary: You had gotten what you wanted, but at what cost? Nightmares ensue, and Dream’s true colors begin to show.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// IM BACK!! hopefully yall like this chaper cause this is the last one that I wrote in the past, Im writing chapter 6 rn so it might take a while. Also sorry for not posting requests I really wanted to get this chapter out there

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, arguing, smoking, explosions, gaslighting(?), not proofread.

Series Masterlist 

"Good job you two! This is all yours now.”

Dream had led you and Eret back to the castle, all of them still battered and bruised from the war they recently had. You had already taken off your armor and now you were wearing underneath your L'Manburg outfit that was torn and burnt showing some of your skin which was also burnt or cut. You had noticed on the way to the castle that Dream had kept on looking at the outfit that Eret and you had on with disgust, like a taunt.

You could finally relax in the huge castle that you apparently deserved because you and Eret had taken the first lives of the citizens of L'Manburg. In your heart you knew that L'Manburg was still a country. They all have two more lives and they will build the country up again with those two lives. You sighed then kept walking into the throne room. you looked at the two big thrones that sat next to each other. One for a king and one for a queen.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down! Relax!" Dream patted one of the thrones.

You and Eret had sat down on the thrones next to each other looking around the huge throne room and Dream smiling right in front of them. Once you both sat down you tried to sit up straight, but you wanted to slump down into the comfy, plush, velvet and gold chair. The two of them sat on velvet and gold thrones while in burnt and torn L'Manburg uniforms. It was a sight to see, and if someone didn't know the context of what just happened, this scene would've made sense to them.

"I'm happy you did this. You deserve all of this." Dream said while walking along the marble floor.

"It's beautiful, but I'm exhausted." You let your head fall to the side. You sighed wanting Dream to leave so you could finally get some rest.

"I bet."

"Eret are you okay?" You spoke up after Dream.

Eret had a look that you couldn't make out. He just stared off into space in his own mind. He shook his head after you called for him again.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine. I'm just thinking." Eret quickly responded.

"What are you thinking about?" Dream said in a monotone voice.

"If we did the right thing." Eret sighed.

You slowly nodded because you were thinking the exact same thing. They were traitors, you had built somewhat of a connection with those people you helped kill. And now what? you're living in a huge castle and apparently you "Shouldn't be feeling this way", Dream claimed.

"You two are overreacting. They are fine." Dream said bluntly while staring at them with a straight face.

That was a huge lie, their lives were taken today. They're not just “fine”.

"You two were never a part of that place anyways. This is your home! Why would you need to wear those hideous colors? They look bad on you, it's unflattering. There is no need to go back." Dream explained.

You hang your head not knowing what to say to the man, there wasn’t really anything to say but you spoke up hoping the words will come to you.

"I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. You're safe now. Did you get hurt?" Dream asked.

The bruises and scars said differently.

"Remember when I said that?" Dream pushed the question.

You rubbed a burn mark on your wrist and laughed a bit. "No! Actually I don't. We're safe now, but that doesn't mean we aren't hurt." You chuckled in disbelief.

"Well maybe if you listened to me you wouldn't be so anxious. If you listened you wouldn't have been so hesitant. You're safe." Dream said sternly.

"Maybe you're tired, Dream. We're all tired. Shall we go to bed?" Eret stood up and held out his hand to help you up from your seat.

You accepted his hand and started to follow Eret through the huge castle making your way through the huge, high ceiling halls. The three walked towards the king's and queen's room in the castle, Dream kept a slower pace and walked behind the two wanting to get one more word in before leaving the castle.

"If you two are ever in doubt just remember that you are on the right side of history." Dream said then turned around to leave the two alone.

You both stopped and turned around to see Dream’s back facing the both of you as he walked away. You and Eret eventually made it to your new bedrooms. There was a big door which held a huge room made for the both of them to sleep in and two separate rooms next to the bigger door which were made for one person. Eret and you stood in front of the bigger door staring at the intricate designs on the door not speaking to each other.

"So?" Eret laughed.

"So!" You exclaimed while chuckling.

"Are you okay sleeping in that huge room tonight?" Eret asked.

"I'm not totally comfortable with that, but it would be weird if we slept in the same bed. Don't get me wrong! You're a great friend, but-"

"Y/N/N stop! I'm okay with that too. I wasn't looking to sleep in the same bed. Yes we're married, but we're just staying friends, hey we might get a divorce later." Eret explained.

"If I do, we won't be king and queen anymore." You said softly to your husband.

"Is that what you want? To be "queen"?" Eret asked while putting air quotes around the word queen.

You paused for a moment then answered his question.

"I don't know where I'm supposed to be, Eret." You looked up at him sadly and he pulled you in for a hug. It took you everything you had to not cry into the L'Manburg uniform Eret was wearing. Today drained you mentally and physically, your hands were raw from shooting arrows, you had burn marks on your skin and your feet hurt from running through the kingdom. You weren’t sure about where you would go, because this didn't feel like your home.

"Let's go to bed and we'll talk in the morning. Rest on it because I'll happily divorce you so you can find your place in this huge kingdom." Eret laughed and let you out of his arms.

You chuckled and then let him go walking into what was supposed to be the queen's room and right next to it was the king's room which they both walked in after saying goodnight and closing their doors finally having time to themselves after a long day.

You finally took off the L'Manburg uniform and laid it on a velvet chair in the corner of the huge room. You stared at the uniform before going to the nearest closet and picking out something to wear for that night. The queen's room was basically the huge couple's room that you found before, but just with a smaller bed. There were still trinkets, jewelry and even clothes in the closet. you took a nightgown out of the closet and sat on the plush bed. You ended up laying down staring at the high ceiling thinking of the predicament Eret's question brought.

You finally retired for the night and crawled into bed and got under the soft covers. The window was open so a soft cool breeze was blowing through the room letting the curtains flow with the breeze. If you left you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back to L'Manburg, they would never let you back even if you tried. They probably hated your guts by now, so maybe divorcing wasn't a good idea. You had a set home here, you had food, clothes, and you weren't under attack every minute. you didn't have to watch your back for any enemies.

Your mind slowed down as you finally lulled yourself into a deep sleep forgetting the troubles in your mind for only a moment.

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The sunset fell over the horizon making it a gold, red color. It was beautiful. The trees were illuminated and the lakes had a certain glow to them. you could see mobs began to crawl out of the ground and caves, but you was safe up here.

You looked down and saw the familiar obsidian walls. It seemed like a faint memory, but in reality the walls were real. It was like you could feel the stone underneath your feet at this moment. you could see inside L'Manburg.

you saw Tubbo and Tommy laying in the grass talking to one another. you saw Fundy sleeping in the grass next to them. There were two new faces you had never seen before. It was a woman with short pink hair and another man with a shaved head. It might've been your mind putting people in your dreams to fill space. Then you saw Eret sitting by a small river letting his bare feet flow in the water. It was a peaceful scene.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" A voice showed up beside you.

It was Wilbur. He had his uniform on, it was clean like the war didn't even happen.

"It is really beautiful." You agreed watching the sun continue to lower over the trees.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall." Wilbur said, keeping his gaze soft at the sunset.

You hummed but stayed quiet admiring his words and the sunset.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. After you took one of my lives away I understand now. You can't control other people and their motivations."

You hang your head in disappointment, but then Wilbur continued.

"But I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in that history has its eyes on you. History will forever have its eyes on you no matter what you do." Wilbur looked into your eyes as the sun set on the two of them the stars began to shine.

The light brown eyes Wilbur had turned darker because of the sunlight being gone. You looked out back at the mobs in the forest and the huge towers in the sky made the kingdoms members. you turned around and looked into L'Manburg. Or what was considered L'Manburg.

There was no one there anymore, instead of people there were huge amounts of TNT that filled the walls behind them. you could hear faint voices around them, people that you didn't know. It sounded like chaos. you whipped your head around to Wilbur who was dressed in a brown tattered trench coat, brown pants, and a white shirt instead of the L'Manburg uniform.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and matches in his hands. He smirked at you as the voices around you got louder and your head sounded like you were in the middle of a tornado. your head was buzzing as your eyes couldn't focus on Wilbur in front of you. It felt like these moments were happening right in front of your all at one time.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?"

"You know if I die, this country goes down with me."

"if respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?"

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me! Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Look-"

"You know Y/N" Wilbur started next to you. He lit a match and turned around to L'Manburg which was now filled with TNT.

"Somethings. Somethings were never meant to be." He threw the match into the huge pile of TNT and all in a second the obsidian underneath your feet disappeared as you fell into the explosion beneath you.

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"Fuck! Where am I?!" You shot up from your sleeping position in a cold sweat.

You frantically felt around the bed trying to convince yourself that you were physically at the castle in your bed. You finally caught your breath and laid back down in your bed finding yourself staring at the ceiling again. Even with the window open blowing cool air into the room, your skin still felt hot. You ended up tossing the covers off of you and making your way towards the entrance of the kingdom to get some air.

That dream was so much stuff in it you couldn't comprehend all of it. It was like Wilbur was there as if he was talking to you directly and it wasn't a dream and it made you second guess yourself and think that it may have not been a dream. You finally made it outside and sat on one of the steps that led people up into the kingdom. you sighed and breathed in the fresh air and it immediately relaxed your body and mind. You were alive, you were here and sadly Wilbur wasn't there. You closed your eyes and felt the breeze around you until you were startled by a figure beside you.

"You're up late. I thought you said you were mentally tired." Dream chuckled sitting beside you.

"I had a bad dream." You sighed.

"Hey don't take my name in vain like that" Dream laughed trying to bring up your mood.

Dream sighed and stood back up when he didn't get a response from his companion.

"Come one, let's go. Let's get your mind off of the one bad dream." Dream held his hand out, gesturing to you to take it.

You took his hand and then released it letting him lead the way to wherever the wind may take them. The dream is currently still stuck in your head. The voices from different people confused you and made your head spin.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?" What did that mean? Was someone threatening Tommy? Will someone threaten Tommy? You grew to care for that kid.

Who said "If I die, this country goes down with me"? What country. L'Manburg?

"If respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?" That one stumped you the most. you didn't even know if this was being spoken to you or to someone else. All of them except for the Tommy one.

Were they all even dreams? The one that haunted your mind the most was the one where someone was telling a man named Phil to kill them. Were you there for that moment? Did Phil kill the person? Who was Phil? All these thoughts and questions plagued your mind so much that your feet mindlessly carried you wherever Dream led you to.

"Here we are." Dream led You on top of a hill, a tall enough hill to see the main attraction. The place you missed the most, L'Manburg.

Tears started to form in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. All the moments of that dream appeared in your brain, but even stronger. you never felt these emotions before. Maybe L'Manburg was your home all along. you missed seeing Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and Fundy doing their own thing while your and Wilbur had a deep talk inside the van. you had spent weeks with them growing too attached to them and then ended up becoming a traitor.

"That place. You never belonged there. You're too good for them." Dream started and you stayed quiet watching the stars begin to disappear.

"Do you trust me?" Dream asked.

You stayed quiet not having the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you say that you trusted him when in reality you couldn’t, you weren't fully there yet, not anymore. 

"They lied to you. It's not your home." Dream continued on letting you listen and not talk.

"How did you know if someone said it was my home or not?" You asked, startled.

"I might've been keeping an eye on you. I wanted to make sure my flower was okay." Dream kept his gaze on L'Manburg.

"Stop calling me that." You sighed.

"I never started. This was the first time I said that. Who called you flower?" Dream suddenly got serious, staring at you.

you kept your sights on the obsidian walls, not sparing him a glance. The stars began to fade and the sun peeked over the horizon. As they stayed longer the sun rose over the walls of L'Manburg. You started to remember the words in the dream you had.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall."

L'Manburg stands for independence. Independence. That word kept ringing through your head like a mantra until a few voices below the hill and near the walls alerted you.

"HEY! Hey Wilbur! Give me back my shit!" Tommy yelled as he stomped after the older man.

"Wilbur get Tommy to stop shouting and give him his swords back please!" Fundy yelled trailing behind the two.

"No not until he learns not to go start stabbing shit!" Wilbur yelled back at the other two.

You missed that. you missed the bickering and the nonsense they all shared. you were upset that Tommy still hadn't learned his lesson and you wished you were there beside them at that moment.

Dream spoke up giving you a look you couldn’t quite get. "You are never allowed to step inside those walls again.

"What gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Who does that make you? Who do you think-"

"YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE WALLS!" Dream yelled getting dangerously close to you.

You continued to stare at those blue eyes as the bright sun rose over the dark walls of L’Manburg. you didn't say anything but descended down the mountain alone with the sounds of Tommy, Fundy, and Wilbur bickering in the background, wishing you were there and not next to the man next to you who was staring at you angrily.

"I know what’s good for you! I know what's good for this country! Just trust me Y/N!" Dream yelled starting an argument

"Would you calm down! You came here to be all quiet and now you're yelling at me. You might want to be quiet before Wilbur hears you. Or do you want me to get him myself?" You yelled back, getting furious.

"Oh you wish! He doesn't care for you as much as me, Sapnap and George do! They agree as well!"

"Don't put words into his mouth!" You accused

"Oh! So if he cares so fucking much he would've help save you. And do you know what would happen if he saved you?! You would've died! I saved you! You were in a perfect situation and all you had to do is not complain! You're always overreacting." Dream ended with a huff and rolled his eyes while turning away..

you were speechless at this point. Overwhelming emotions consumed you. you couldn't believe you were overreacting. Maybe Wilbur wasn't everything you needed. you were overreacting, you were being selfish too. Dream was right. Dream walked over to you pulling you in a hug with L'Manburg was still in your sights.

"I did everything because I love you. You're too precious for them, you're not for them. They don't deserve you, you deserve someone who wants the best for you. A flower that needs a home and I'm here to give it to you." Dream softly explained.

Your eyes kept tearing up at the words and different emotions flowing through you. The sights on L'Manburg make your memories and questions come back. Where did you belong? But more importantly who was telling the truth?

Taglist: @hi-imuwu @k-l-a-w-s

[parvulous-writings]

Alex Law x Reader // SFW alphabet

Warnings: Very vague mentions of violence? If you squint?

Summary: SFW alphabet for Alex Law, from Shallow Grave. 

Notes: My asks box is currently open and empty! Please check out the pinned post for characters I write for! :) Enjoy! 

Not my gif

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alex never really shows affection in the conventional or typical sense. He’s not particularly one for PDA, such as hugs in front of others or kisses in public. He’ll lay with you on the couch though, and of course sleeps by your side- in your bed or in his. There are a few instances when he’ll be affectionate in front of others- like if either of you are really upset, or if you’re watching a movie with Juliet and David. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Alex can be a little bit annoying sometimes.Well, not sometimes. Most of the time. He tries to be nice, in his own Alex-y way. He would take the mickey out of you and joke around a lot, but despite this he would always be there to be a shoulder to lean on or just someone that listens to you. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would never admit it to anyone else, but Alex actually really likes cuddles. Just curling up with you late at night, on the couch or in bed, in the dark, where you can run your hands through his hair and get away from the world. That’s his favourite type of cuddle. D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Alex is actually a pretty good cook! He’s alright a cleaning and keeping things in order, but his cooking is definitely the top of his domestic skills. He never was one to seek someone to settle down with, more the type of person to flit from partner to partner, sticking around for a little while before disappearing again. But he thinks that maybe things could be a little different with you, though he hasn’t ever brought it up to you. E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately he would most likely be incredibly blunt about it all. Every last detail. Why he no longer wishes to stay with you, his next steps going forward. If he’s feeling sappy enough he may offer you an apology, but you might not want to count on it, I’m afraid.  F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) He is... Unsure towards commitment, to be brutally honest about it. He is quite fond of the idea of you sticking around though, so at least that something in your favour, right?

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) In more domestic environments likes date nights in the flat,he can be physically gentler than normal- he can be a little bit of a rough-houser so to speak, in everyday situations. On the emotional level, he tries to be gentle when he needs to be- during soft moments, or moments of tense arguments (when he isn’t losing his temper) but apart from that... He’s just Alex. H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Like with cuddles, he really likes them. They’re quick, easy and show a fair bit of affection. If anything, you receive far more hugs than cuddles. It’s just a lot easier for the pair of you, since you’re both usually stuck around David and Juliet, and they don’t want to see constant PDA between the pair of you.  His hugs are usually warm, and show you all the love he can’t put into words.  I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Not quickly. Not quickly at all. To Alex, the L word means commitment, and that isn’t something he is entirely willing to jump into. It may take him a number of months before he finally admits the sheer amount of sentiment he holds for you.  J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Alex can get incredibly jealous. And when he gets jealous, he gets moody, angry and pissed off. Surprisingly quickly, in fact. He also gets rather.. Paradoxical. In public, he’ll be possessive and over-protective, whilst behind closed doors he;ll be distant and rather snappy. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He adores being kissed, and giving kisses. His kisses are usually sloppy yet warm, endearing yet messy. He’ll often kiss you on the cheek or the temple. He’ll occasionally accidentally kiss your ear if he’s in a rush, though. If his feeling more risky, he’ll kiss your wrist or your neck, as a little hint hint. His favourite places to be kissed are under his jaw or the crook of his neck. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?) He hates kids. He hates them with a passion. In his own words, he’d “pay to have them put down”. That’s all that can be said about this, really. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?

Mornings can be pretty hit and miss- it usually depends on if he wakes up in a good mood. He’ll get you some breakfast- usually consisting of toast or cereal, with the rare show of eggs and bacon- and you’ll lounge around with him watching tv.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually really calm with Alex. He’ll cook dinner, talk with you about your day, and curl up with you on the couch to watch whatever is on tv, be it a movie like Evil Dead, or his favourite show, which he’ll often natter along with.  O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Not often. If he ever opens up to you, it’ll be in the early hours of the morning, when the pair of you are close to sleep, and he thinks that you’ll soon fall into slumber and forget what he told you. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?) Usually, he’s fairly patient. But if he experiences to many inconveniences in one day, he will lose his cool. From this aspect, I suppose that he has about average patience, in this regard. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Alex doesn’t always remember a lot. I would say it’s not his fault, however it is. If you’re not actively doing something together, most of the things  that you say to him go in one ear and out the other. He doesn’t always mean for this to happen, he just gets so distracted, usually with the tv and crisps.  R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?) Well there’s two, actually.  The first is your first official date, which you spent at a local pub one Friday evening. Since neither of you had work the next day, you both got a little tipsy. Though some memories of the evening were blurry, he remembers your laugh, and how wonderful it was to him.  The second is a more domestic one, from a rainy day in October. You were watching Evil Dead together in the lead up to Halloween, and you both sat there making little jokes and quoting the film. He thought it was really sweet.  S - Security (How protective are they?) He’s fairly protective. Bearing in mind you’re both around David as the man slowly starts to lose his mind, he does grow more protective of you over time, not wanting David to lay a hand on you at all. He can be pretty protective, and he confronted David when he drilled god knows how many holes into the ceilings of every room in the flat. T - Try (How much effort do they put in?) It varies. Some days he can be very much a lazy slob, hardly talking to you beyond one word answers. Other days he’ll be here there and everywhere trying to please you and make you happy, to prove himself worthy of your affection. So overall, about average effort.  U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?) Apparently drinking your cereal milk out of the bowl is a bad habit, so there’s that. Also he frequently forgets to clean his hair out of the bath drain- though that is like one of the only chores he actually has to do.  V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Eh, so-so. He’s concerned with his hair- I mean, look how glossy it is! But apart from that, he wears fairly fashionable clothes, and only averagely concerned with his appearance, like most men.  W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes. Not that he would outwardly admit it, but yes. He wanders around the flat like a lost puppy trying to look for you if you’re away for more than a few days. The other two find it highly annoying. He doesn’t pay them any mind, though.    X - Xtra (Random HC) I don’t want to say that this man is a grown toddler at times... But this man is a grown toddler at times. And a bit of a drama queen. Okay maybe a lot of a drama queen. Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?) Buzzkills. If he’s around someone who he sees to be a buzzkill, or ruins his fun at all, he sees it as a total mood killer and gets quite grumpy. And by quite I mean very. He gets very grumpy around people who ruin his fun. Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He is a rather deep sleeper. He sleeps about nine hours on average, and snores a little bit. He also talks in his sleep sometimes, usually when he’s having a night terror. He also lays spread eagle in the bed, sometimes kicking you, other times smothering you in a hug, it’s a roulette sleeping next to Mister Alex Law.

[tinasturner]

you can hear it in the silence. you can feel it on the way home. you can see it with the lights off. you are in love, true love. — taylor swift, “you are in love”

[ ID: Five gifs of Joe and Nicky from The Old Guard. The gifs are captioned with lyrics from the Taylor Swift song “You Are In Love”. In the first gif, they kiss in the van. The caption is: quote you understand now endquote. In the second gif is two shots of Joe and Nicky rising from the floor. Joe looks to his right, eyes locking on Nicky; Nicky looks back at him before beginning a snarl. The caption is: quote why they lost their minds endquote. In the third gif is two shots on Joe and Nicky in sepia photos: the first one is dated to 1968 and the second one places them in Turkey. The caption is: quote and fought the wars endquote. In the fourth gif is a shot of Nicky on a gurney in Merrick’s lab, looking away from Joe to laugh facing the ceiling. The caption is: quote and why i’ve spent my whole life endquote. The fifth gif is Joe at the end of his speech. He says ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ and then looks away from the soldier to look at Nicky. The caption is: quote trying to put it into words endquote. End ID. ]

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - A Sweet Time | Translation

Quote: “Do I get this amount of sweets everytime I get married? ...If that’s so, it seems more efficient work at a wedding hall than getting married”

Thanks ohagialpaca for proofreading the backstage ♡

Translation reposted from my old account

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Disclaimer: Neither english or japanese are my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistake, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

Sweet Present Part 1

Hisoka: … Tsumugi: Hisoka-kun, did you choose which one to buy? Hisoka: I’m still thinking… Tsumugi: Take your time to choose. You already got the marshmallow set you wanted, after all.  Hisoka: I was able to get two sets because of you. Thanks, Tsumugi. Tsumugi: Fufu. I came along because I happened to be at the dorms, though. Hisoka: Still, you were of great help. They only give one set per person. Tsumugi: I’m glad then. Tsumugi: Even so, it’s impressive they give you a marshmallow set for coming to the shop. Hisoka: They don’t give them often. It’s a special season, or so I heard. Tsumugi: You’re right. There are lots of announcements for events and campaigns— ah. Tsumugi: Oh, Hisoka-kun, did you know about this event flyer? Hisoka: …I didn’t. Let me see it. Hisoka: … Tsumugi: It seems like you can’t do it alone. Hisoka: Neither of the troupe nor you can help me. Tsumugi: It seems so. Then, that leaves… Hisoka: I’ll try to ask Director.

Hisoka: ...Director.

- door opens -

Izumi: Hisoka-kun, what happens? Hisoka: Go to a bridal fair with me, Director. Izumi: Huh? A bridal fair!? Why so sudden? Hisoka: I need to go with you. Otherwise, I won’t be able to get it. Hisoka: You are the only one I can ask… is it not good? Izumi: (This reminds me of when Hisoka asked me to participate in the Halloween event back then…) Izumi: Alright, I’ll do it. Hisoka: Thanks.

Izumi: (I quickly replied I would go with him to the bridal fair, but…) Izumi: I never expected to go out this early in the morning…! Izumi: (Maybe the venue is far away… and we’ll be late if we don’t hurry. Or better said, is Hisoka alright with it?)

- knock knock -

Izumi: C-Could it be..! Hisoka: Director, are you ready? Izumi: I am! Wait a minute.

- door opens - 

Izumi: Good morning, Hisoka-kun. Did you come to pick me up from my room? Hisoka: Yes, I was who asked you after all. Izumi: Even so, you woke up this early. Hisoka: I went to sleep pretty early yesterday. I couldn’t be late today by any means. Izumi: I-I see… Izumi: (Hisoka-san is seriously motivated by this…! That means he wants to get that after all.)

Sweet Present Part 2

Staff: Your reservation name, please. Hisoka: Mikage. Staff: Welcome, Mikage-sama. Today, you are going to participate in our wedding tasting.   Izumi: So you made a reservation, Hisoka-san. Hisoka: Uhm. I wouldn’t get it if I didn’t make one. Staff: Well then. This way please.

Izumi: Whoa, what a high ceiling…! The tablecloths are pure white and pretty as well. Hisoka: You could choose between fish and meat for the menu. I chose fish. Izumi: Ah, it’s alright. I’m curious about which dishes they will bring us. Hisoka: Marshmallows are better for me. Izumi: Hopefully, they will bring sweets. …Wait, are sweets included as well? Hisoka: I think they are. Let’s wait for them then. Izumi: Ahaha. Yeah, we should. Staff: Fufu~. Izumi: Huh? Staff: Apologizes for interrupting. I just couldn’t ignore your pretty relationship. Izumi: Ah, is that so…? Hisoka: Thank you. I’m glad if you see us like that. Izumi:  (Hisoka-san is replying so confidently! He seems to blend in pretty well here.) Staff: You will have to fill it out on the survey afterward, but have you thought of a date to hold your wedding? Izumi: (I knew they would ask that…!) Hisoka: We haven’t chosen one in particular yet. Anytime is good for me– Hisoka: But my girlfriend might not believe this is true yet. So I thought to let her feel the atmosphere first. Staff: Oh my, I understand now. In that case, please enjoy the most today. Izumi: Y-yes. Thank you Izumi: (I know it’s a lie, but it feels a bit embarrassing…)

Izumi: After all, what you wanted were marshmallows. Just as I thought. Hisoka: Thanks for coming with me, Director. I could get the marshmallow bouquet thanks to you. Izumi: The bridal fair was pretty luxurious. They even gave marshmallow bouquets as a present for participating. Hisoka: The flyer said they would only give it to couples who went there. Still, I wanted to go by any means. Izumi: Even so, you were like a different person when you talked with the staff people. It was quite surprising. Hisoka: About that… I thought I had to be who answered the questions. I asked you to come after all. Izumi: So that was the reason.

Choice 1: It was helpful.

Izumi: I barely had to speak there. It was helpful. Hisoka: I’m glad. I didn’t expect the staff would ask that much. Izumi: It was as if they were shooting questions at us, right! Hisoka: It feels like I spoke today as much as I do in a week… Izumi: I see. Did it make you tired? Hisoka: Just a bit. I did my best because I didn’t want to trouble you.

Choice 2: Sorry, I couldn’t answer well.

Izumi: I couldn’t respond well, sorry. Hisoka: No need. On the contrary, those troubled feelings were helpful. Izumi: Right, the staff seemed to believe we were a couple.   Hisoka: But, I’m sorry if I went too far and surprised like that. Hisoka: At first, I tried hard to make it look like we were a couple– Hisoka: But maybe I had some fun while doing it.

Izumi: I could feel how considerate you were, Hisoka-san. Thanks. Hisoka: It’s alright. …Would you like to take a bite of the marshmallow bouquet? Izumi: Sure then, I’ll take one of them. Hisoka: Here. Izumi: It’s sweet and tasty! Hisoka: Soft and fluffy too. Delicious… Hisoka: ...nom nom… Hisoka: At this rate, there won’t be any soon… Hisoka: Director, I want to have more of them. Izumi: No, you’ll trouble the venue if you participate many times for marshmallows. Besides, won’t they catch you like that!? Hisoka: ...too bad.

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Notes: The halloween event Izumi mentions is a reference to the backstage of Hisoka’s Halloween SR (Ghostly Marshmallow)

[pandapupremade]

Danger (Part 1)

WORDS: 1,304

WARNINGS: Mentions of explosions/evil plans basically

in case u wanted to know context of the Sympathy fic I did yesterday, I’m writing a prequel tihngy. this is part 1 and doesn’t feature much Self shipping (though it references my ship with Quackerjack and @sphearts‘ insert Patch), but pls know the next parts will. reblogs also appreciated!!! I had a lot of fun w this ;w;

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      The Fearsome Five were once more up to something very dastardly. When weren't they? But it seemed today that in that warehouse just off town, not all members of the group were feeling so dastardly. A nervous Bushroot tapped his leafy hands together as he looked over the crate in front of him, one that wires were extending from.

     "Are we sure this is such a good idea? I -I m-mean...There's - there's just - there's innocents down there, you kn-know?" He shook his purple-foliaged head and frowned. "Oh, I c-couldn't bear to destroy the poor things...N-not so gruesomely..."

      Bushroot's concerns fell on deaf ears, of course, and in fact his words were met with a laugh from Quackerjack, who was dangling upside down from the rafters for whatever goofy reason. "Since when do YOU care about the civilians, bush brain?"

     "W-who said anything about people?" The scientist almost seemed offended, "You know I'm talking about the plants! The - the - the trees! The f-flowers! They're all blooming at this time, I couldn't stand it if they..."

      "Are you having second thoughts?" Came the voice of Liquidator, poking up from a puddle on the floor, "Tired of destroying your family trees? Not to worry, the Liquidator will set things right! Lots of water for lots of plants, right?"

     "Uh, I-I guess..." Bushroot nodded, but still seemed tense. "A-anyway, Quackerjack - don't think you're one to - to talk. You're the one with a f-family at home. Shouldn't you be worried about them? What if they get caught in the explosion - bet you'd be pretty bummed then...!"

     "Please, they know to stay out of any destruction zone!" replied the jester with another laugh, "Well, except Patch - but who knows where they go....Maybe your plants oughta do the same...You know...Make like a banana and split! Hohohohoooo~!" As he said banana, he pulled out Mr. Banana Brain, because of course he did.

     "Just better hope they don't get in the way again," Megavolt sneered. "They're always so unpredictable...But then again, so are you."

     "Hohohooo!"

    "Which one of you idiots is making Quackerjack a fool of himself again?" growled a new voice, and one that shot chills down each Fearsome member's spine. Negaduck had finally arrived. "Or is it just Quackerjack being a fool all on his own? Either way, his laughter is getting on my nerves."

    "Oh, goody!" Quackerjack grinned from above. "Boss is back! Great to see you, Negaduck! Buddy, ol' pal!"

      "Yeah, yeah, roll out the red carpet." Negaduck waved his hand with disinterest. "Is everything in place, boys? 'Cause if it's not..."

     "The Liquidator has a 100% satisfactory guarantee! Indeed, you, Negaduck, will be pleased - or your money back!" The watery dog seemed a bit too cheery considering all this talk of explosions...

     Negaduck shook his head. "I'll hold you to that, you walking infomercial..."      But at this, Megavolt spoke up, "But Boss, you didn't give us any money, so we can't exactly give it back..."

    "Well,  your life can repay any debt, don't you think?" He tapped his foot on the ground. "I mean, really, that's what you're gonna give me anyway if you losers screw this up."

     "That's our Negaduck! Always so forgiving..." Seems like even the concept of dying a bloody death as punishment for failing sounded like a fun time to Quackerjack. "Anyway, boss..." He dropped down from the ceiling and landed directly in front of Negaduck now, "I've got a question for you, if you've got the time..."

      "I don't have the time." Negaduck tried to walk past the insolent clown, but Quackerjack quite literally bounced back to front and center.

     "It'll only take a second! See, Bushroot and I were just having a civil little conversation -"

     "Nothing civil about it," huffed Bushroot in the background.

      "9 out of 10 reviews give that conversation a thumbs down," added Liquidator.

      Quackerjack snorted. "Anyway, it got me wondering if YOU have any ties that could be -"

      And then, his beak was grabbed quite cartoonishly to shut him up. Negaduck was obviously unamused. "No, Quackerjack. Unlike you, I don't need a family to keep me stable."

     "Yeah, you only need a chainsaw," chuckled Megavolt.

     "Bingo. And frankly, I don't even need that. Any weapon will do, yeah?" Negaduck let go of Quackerjack now, but walked past while purposely stepping on the guy's foot. (Though this backfired, because there was a honking sound effect and that just annoyed the boss more.) "If that's all you nubs needed, then let's start the operation."

     "Aye-aye, sir!" came the chant of his cohorts. Negaduck would walk towards the earlier mentioned crate, which with the little help of a button on a remote he had, opened to reveal a computer inside. On the screen was a map of St. Canard in neon green color, and Negaduck began to type in some coordinates from a sheet of paper - one that he'd somehow taken from Megavolt when the rodent wasn't looking.

     "And...we...are...good...to....Eh?" His finger paused over the last number, "No, wait a minute, that ain't right..." He back spaced and tried again. Still no.

    "Somethin' wrong, boss?" asked Megavolt.

    "The coordinates I'm inputting on this detonator...They're nowhere near the correct ones." He glared at Megavolt. "Where did you set up the bombs?"

    "On the south side of -"

   At this, Negaduck's eyes narrowed. "The SOUTH side? You LOSER, you can't even follow orders right...I said the NORTH would be destroyed..."

     Megavolt stared, and became increasingly panicked. "W-wh-wha? W-well, it shouldn't be too big a difference! A-after all, it's still just a threat, r-right? Not like we won't get our point acro-"

    "That's not the point, you dolt! There's some stupid art convention going on in the South Side of town, and I wanted to specifically avoid that area!"

   Silence.

   "Uh....Why-" began Bushroot, but he quickly retracted his inquiry as Negaduck shot a nasty look at him. "Th-that is....We can just set the bombs up elsewhere, right?"

   "Yeah, and it's gonna take all day! Forget it, this plan was a failure...And it's not my fault, I'd like to say..." Negaduck crossed his arms. "Quackerjack and Megavolt can be in charge of defusing all the bombs."

    "Hmm...Is it really such a big deal?" Quackerjack smiled in a way that sorta said he was about to cause trouble, "It's just strange you'd care so much about a little setback that you'd cancel your whole plan...Not even a Plan B...."

   "Y-yeah, that's  - that's right!" chimed in Bushroot. "We should just go ahead with it, already!"

   "Act now, and the Liquidator can wash away YOUR worries, with a bang!" 

   "It will SURELY shock you!" beamed Megavolt.

   "Will you all be quiet?! I'm sick of your puns!" Negaduck snapped, "You're all so...useless!" Well, this was getting nowhere fast. Soon, in a comedic fashion, the Fearsome Five became the Fumbling Five - everyone started arguing, and in the midst of it...Somehow, probably when nobody was paying attention, that last digit got put into the detonator.

    "Forget this," Negaduck growled, "I'll just have to..." And then he noticed the timer. "W- No! Oh, for the love of -" Everyone watched as he rushed to the computer and began trying to stop the detonator. "UGH! YOU IDIOTS!"

    The others looked at each other. Then at Negaduck. Then at each other. And as they ran away so as not to meet his wrath, Liquidator shouted out another quote of "Act now, the offer ends soon!"

   "Oh, more than that is gonna end...." But there was no time to worry about that with the clock ticking. He gripped his hat in a stressed manner, yanking on it to try and calm his nerves. But he couldn't stop the detonator - he'd specifically planned that so that Darkwing couldn't screw things up...What irony!

    But why did he care about that art convention? Well, as he rushed off to try and find a certain someone,  he wondered that himself.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jason Voorhees x Freddy’sDaughter!Reader || Oneshot

Title: They Cuddles; Him, Her, and her Bottle of Hypnocil. 

Notes:

‘-There was something in her, something that was… pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes. Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.’ - John Ajvide Lindqvist.

Inspired by the above quote.

Quick Background of Reader: You’re Maggies younger (Only a little) half-sister. (You were conceived and born shortly after he killed Loretta and your mother didn’t want you so you were pawned off to him so you were living with him until he was burnt by the Springwood Parents, whereas Maggie was of course taken away) (Pretend it was years between the time he was caught and the time he was killed)

Tried to write in Jasons POV, not sure how good it is, hah. 

I miiiiiiight have some ideas for future parts of this, this was adorable and sweet.

Plot: 

Just, Jason falling in so love with the enemies daughter who is so like her father - she’s loud, she’s hurt, she makes s t u p i d jokes and then laughs way too hard at them, she’s dangerous, - but who is gentle with him and kind. (She’s basically the type of girl Pam wouldn’t approve of at first but is so honest and kind that Pam cant help but begrudgingly like her eventually XD )

Warnings: Age gap? I mean it’s not a main plot point so you could ignore it but Jason and Freddy are similar in age so you’re young enough to be Jason’s kid too- but you’re in your 30’s-40’s so its okie. Fatherly trauma (Is that the right phrase?? Hah. You know what I mean) / Nightmare on elm Street survivor trauma also. Panic attack I think? Ends in fluff ^^ 

~~~

When you stayed a night in your van at that old, abandoned camp, you certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason. I mean, you weren’t surprised by his… abnormalities -referring to the fact that he’s dead. Not his deformities, - as much as you were how cute and sweet he was. And how well you two got on, after he tried to kill you.

And you don’t blame him for that! You trespassed; you get it. If you had known he was there and he had taken ownership of the area, then you would have asked before parking there.

When Jason had found a girl hidden away, sleeping in the back of a yellow van, he certainly didn’t expect that she would soon become so important to him. She was just another trespasser acting like a hoodlum -living! In! A! Van?! – in his general vicinity and of course, he didn’t like that.

Boring chase story short; He pushed your van over and there was a chase through the forest (You’ve never run that fast in your life, jesus christ. You can still feel the wind burn on your cheeks, that one rock under your bare feet that cut you and the energy rushing through your body pushing you forward anyway) and you leapt into the lake- waiting until he came in after you. And then when he did, you just screamed random nonsense, splashing around spastically at him until you hit a nerve that sobered him (Something about his mother). This is a technique you developed after you were given up to various foster homes after your father was burnt to death (And then also when he found you again) when stinky foster parents, foster siblings, bullies at school rando’s off the street wanted to put their hands on you, and that you mastered since. It works, evidently, with asexual zombie monsters too.

After that, you went back to your van and rap up your foot, thinking that at least the lake water cleaned up the cut on your foot, and then grumpily set up your bed on your window now since the van (Poor, dear Mandy) is now on its side thanks to the local undead jerk!

You hadn’t slept a wink the rest of that night, not because of the hulking mass of rotten flesh and a hockey mask that you knew was lurking somewhere close by, watching you, but because you weren’t about to waste an extra Hypnocil pill in one night. You just laid there, pillows propping you up and being bored. Staring at the ceiling, smearing various ugly pastel shades onto a page in your sketchbook, listening to the woods and imagining getting rawed by Danny Zuko were highlights. Then, when daylight finally broke out, you were finally, unhappily wondering how you were going to get Mandy back on her wheels, zipping up your jacket and looking at your beautiful pale-yellow Volkswagen.

You thinking what pain this would be to correct… and then having turned on your heel and went on a trek to the closest town to get some kind of breakfast. Procrastinating the inevitable.

When you had returned, a bag of groceries in your arms -drink propped on top of everything else so you could sip through the straw as you walked,- , your van was back on her wheels.

You don’t know what it was about you that made him do that, that made him stop and not kill you, and its likely you’ll never find out since he doesn’t talk, after that you had gone directly to find the - cute, now, -behemoth you knew fixed it for you, to make and give him fairy bread to say thank you and sorry for what happened last night- and honestly you’ve been friendly ever since. More then friendly, after a while, but never less then.

___TIME SKIP: Current time now. Months and months after you met___

~ POV Change~

Oh my god.

The second I see that the familiar bottle, the one from Typo with the Coca Cola logo on it that reminds me absolutely zero percent of my father that I keep Hypnocil pills in is not where I left it, a deep sense of dread and anxiety fills me up to the brim- only proceeding to grow outwards to the air around me as I search in an increasingly more panicked fashion for the thing. Where is it!? Where is it, where is it, where is it. “Where, where, where, where, where, where- “

I fling a pillow out the back of the van and am just bundling up the blankets, not caring what else goes with it to push out as well so I can find that fucking bottle when I notice Jason standing there at the back doors watching me, head tilted. I immediately stop what I’m doing, heart stopping for a second. “Lost something.” Is all I can squeak out.

He leans forward and I watch as I bends down so his head and upper body are in here with me and looks around, then up at me again as if to ask what I’m looking for so he can help me. “I-Its, um… “ My voice trembles. I need to find that bottle- the fact that Jason is being so sweet and offering to help me look just makes me feel even less together. I could cry. “A r-red bottle with umm, curly writing on it?” He probably doesn’t remember what coke is, much less the logo…

He nods, and starts looking around, eyes focused and slow as the graze along everything in the van so studiously that I stay extra still instead of helping- so he doesn’t miss anything with that super-vision he’s acting like he must have. The vans a mess and I’m just kneeling in the corner, against the driver’s seat with the blankets all bundles up in my lap, worrying my bottom lip and waiting for this man to save me. Please, jesus- help me. Save me.

A moment later and I’m about to slowly move from my place and Jason suddenly moves. His heavy arm shoots forward and pulls the bottle, a tubular shock of red, out of a nook between my portable DVD player/screen and some books and I was showing him earlier, offering it to me.

Dropping the blankets and sitting on them instead, feeling the softness on my bare legs and taking the bottle from him before hugging it to my chest and covering my face with my hands, silently.

Oh my god.

~POV Change~

Y/N curls up on herself, hiding her face and the bottle between her legs and her tummy and doesn’t make much noise except a quick, quiet whimper. She’s acting different, in a bad way. Why isn’t she talking to him, Jason wonders? Why isn’t she being loud? Is she okay?

Looking around the van, because he has to go in there and see if she’s okay- get her out of that body-cocoon, Jason crawls into the vehicle that he’s never dared to touch since the first night they met, and it breathes under his weight a little bit. He sits down next to her, crossing his legs and watching her for a while. What… to do… now… hmm…

Finally, he decides putting his hand on her shoulder might work to get her attention at least, and she does relax her shoulders quickly at the contact. Then looks up, face red, at him before wiping her face again and crawling suddenly into his lap. She takes a deep breath, regaining some of her usual colour and composure as Jason just sits solid and c o m p l e t e l y still beneath her, flashing him a quick, toothless smile. “Thank you for finding this Jason, it’s important to me.” She looks at the bottle in her hands, not wanting to put it down and risk losing it again even as she knows its irrational that she would do it twice in a row. “Its… how I keep him away… “

Y/N looks up at Jason, eyebrows risen up her forehead to watch him cautiously, worriedly, looking for signs. Did he understand what you were talking about? And if so, is he okay at the mention of your father?

He’s just completely unmoving still. Y/N blinks at the utter lack of responce. “Jason?”

When she still doesn’t receive a response, she taps his mask gently. “Jaaaason?”

That gets his attention, as he looks down at her face… and nods. A wonky smile that makes his somehow-still-beating heart flutter weirdly appears on her face and she looks outside instead. “So, what did you come to see me for? Ya just missed me? Hah, I missed you too cutie. How about we go for a walk? Its pretty today- ah.” When Jason’s big arms suddenly, slowly take action and wrap heavily around her, she’s pleasantly surprised. Her anxieties and panic from earlier all but slip from their knot in her chest and disappear at the action, and she responds by turning properly to her side in his lap so she can lean into his chest. “Oor we could cuddle. That sounds better anyway!~”

She taps the side of his face affectionately before closing her eyes, and he lets his own half lid themselves at the feeling of her so close to him. She’s so cute and warm. Its weird, but he thinks- if someone were to come right now in this moment, and not be loud and not do anything to Y/N or him… he would probably let them go.

(Well at least until he let her go.)

[faegrim]

Write an analysis that discusses the way in which M.C. Escher uses shapes, depth, and perspective to construct his images.  Be sure to cite any borrowed materials.

Maurits Cornelis Escher was born in Leeuwarden, Netherlands. He took classes in architecture which would eventually help his art gain it’s known trait. Eventually switching to graphic art as his preferred profession. Having a fascination for geometric shapes in his artwork. Creating almost 448 pieces of artwork.

    M.C. Escher uses a combination of lines, forms, shapes, shading, space, and perspective to help create his pieces to have a 3D look in 2D form. He had an interest in subjects that have no beginning or end. Like stairs, waterfalls, and in one of his pieces titled, “Drawing Hands,” he has two hands drawing each other. Seemingly having no exact end to them as they keep drawing each other. That or his piece, “Relativity”, being this weird space where these stairs are endless, coming from all different directions. Creating their own gravity almost in this odd space. This piece inspired scenes in the media, my favorite thing from Labyrinth. This was how I learned of his work after that.

    Using different shading and lighting in his work, he can create depth along with using math to help create the clean and structured designs in his work to create precise lines to help give it a sense of perspective that your eye feels drawn into. That or confused by his piece, “day and night,” shows different landscapes on opposite sides. One being of light and the other darkness, in the center you see birds. White birds going toward the darkness and then your brain notices the black birds flying toward the light side. Then the birds seemingly merged below into checkered landscapes. The whole piece being mind boggling and repetitive to the viewer. Having no seeming end but tons of focal points that your brain tries to focus on one before being pulled to another. Having an almost stereoscope like effect within it. A lot of his work being visual puzzles for your eyes to try to understand and be confused by.

    His uses of depth, form, and perspective gives his art a sense of balance through its various illusions in his work. Being a good example optical illusion. His piece, “Hand with a reflective sphere.” Shows a hand holding a ball, but the reflective ball shows a mand holding it. The lines and shapes warmed in the image to help convey the ball giving off this 3d like image, while letting you see that the hand holding the ball is the man in the image. Having no sense of end for how the image works. Creating a great deal of depth and space.

    A quote made by Escher reveals his thought process a bit in why he made his pieces look the way they do, “My subjects are… often playful. I cannot help mocking all our unwavering certainties. It is, for example, great fun deliberately to confuse two or three dimensions, the plane and space, or to poke fun at gravity. Are you sure that a floor cannot also be a ceiling? Are you absolutely certain that you go up when you walk up a staircase? Can you be definite that it is impossible to have your cake and eat it?” (M.C.Escher. Escher, the master of impossible art)

 Mansfield, S. (2015, June 28). Escher, the master of impossible art. Retrieved February 08, 2021, from https://www.scotsman.com/arts-and-culture/escher-master-impossible-art-1501228The M.C. Escher Company B.V. (2021). MCESCHER. Biography. Retrieved from https://mcescher.com/about/biography/

Brooks, K., & Brooks, K. (2018, February 15). M.C. Escher's "Drawing Hands". Retrieved February 08, 2021, from https://moa.byu.edu/m-c-eschers-drawing-hands/ 

Brooks, K., & Brooks, K. (2018, April 12). M.C. Escher's "RELATIVITY". Retrieved February 08, 2021, from https://moa.byu.edu/m-c-eschers-relativity/ 

Lester, Paul Martin. “Visual Communication: Images with Messages”. Sixth Edition. Belmont, CA: Thomson

[edgarbright]

Life as a Princess: The Once Upon a Time ECB Story

Also known as my favorite story! It’s hilarious, loving, and just all-around wonderful!

Notes: This post is a mixture of direct quotes (not always placed in quotes to identify), my own paraphrasing, and my general tears and exclamations. I’ve fixed in-game typos and included grammatically missing commas for clarity. Screenshots are appropriately capped at 10. Indentations are used for formatting so this is probably best read on desktop.

Enjoy! Please share your reactions with me when you’re done reading~!

Scene 1: The royal bedroom

Alice wakes one morning and it seems like any other ordinary day, except the room is quite fancy. She could have sworn she fell asleep in her own bed last night, but here she is in luxury with with a canopy above the bed and a glittering chandelier on the ceiling. (Nice!) She doesn’t recognize anything, except--

Alice: “Kyle?! What are you doing here?”

Alice: “Where am I? And why are you bringing me tea?”

Kyle, with a serious expression: “What do you mean? I am simply assisting you with your morning tasks, Princess. That’s the duty of a butler.”

Alice: “Princess? Butler? What’s going on?”

Kyle, smiling: “Are you still sleepy, Princess? Or perhaps—”

(Oh--)

Kyle lifted a finger and brushed my bangs to the side and then placed his hand on my forehead.

Kyle, super close and smiling: “You are feeling unwell?”

We should be asking him that question! Kyle, without a morning hangover? Who is this man!?

Alice proceeds to insist she’s fine and Kyle looks at her in suspicion. He gives her the tea like a good butler.

Kyle, smiling his cute smile: “I finished preparing your change of clothes. If you need any assistance, please call for me.”

Maybe it’s just a dream? But ahh, Alice takes a sip of the hot tea and confirms that she was indeed awake and this isn’t a dream...

Scene 2: Outside the bedroom in the hallway

Kyle, frowning and looking distressed: “Ah, that made my neck stiff. I’m definitely not used to acting like that at all.”

In the hallway, Kyle stretched his right arm up to the ceiling to help relieve stress.

Loki’s eyes! They’re red! (And goodness he looks good!)

Kyle: “Yeah, Irene seemed very confused.”

Loki, serious expression: “Do you think Alice believed that this is her castle and she’s a princess? I hope she’ll be happy about it.”

Kyle, side-grin: “Well, why don’t we continue this charade and see how it goes?”

This... charade!? Are you saying Alice isn’t a princess!? The audacity--

Loki, smiling: “Okay! Up next is--”

Scene 3: The royal bedroom again

Alice gets dressed and her stomach rumbles as she smells something delicious. Breakfast is served!

I realized that Blanc must have put it there.

There is no mention of Blanc before she thinks that line, which makes me wonder: Alice, does Blanc normally bring you breakfast? Because that sounds good to me.

Blanc’s sprite appears in order announce he has brought her breakfast. Alice thanks him and wonders if he’s a butler like Kyle. Is this still a dream? But our dear Alice has something more prioritizing than solving this mystery

Alice: “This looks delicious! I’ll start with a bite of omelette--”

Blanc, looking surprised: “Wait.”

Just as I had taken my silverware in hand, Blanc gestured towards me and spoke gently.

Blanc: “When you hold the fork and knife, you must keep your elbows at a 90 degree angle Do you understand? Here let me show you.”

Alice: “What? Oh--”

Blanc stood behind me and place[d] his large hands over mine.

(He’s so close to me!)

It felt as if he was hugging me from behind and I froze.

Blanc: “You need to be aware of how you appear in front of everyone.”

EMBRACED BY THE RABBIT! FINALLY! THANK GOD! But then Alice has the nerve to try to deprive us of this moment by saying this really isn’t needed, but Blanc insists!

A to Z, you say~

Alice is starting to put the pieces together and we get a flashback to Kyle explaining that the King, Alice’s father, wants to see her after breakfast in the royal chamber. Since Kyle is a butler and Blanc is a tutor, Alice wonders if the King is someone she knows...

Having no idea what characters are in this story, I’m wondering too!

Scene 4: The royal chamber

So Alice leaves her room and finds the room labeled royal chamber. She opens the door and--

I ’ M  S C R E A M I N G  L M F A O

Someone please help me I can’t breathe fffffffffffffff

Alice: “Oliver, is that you?”

Oliver was sitting on the throne with one leg crossed over the other while his foot didn’t touch the ground.

I’m literally crying. This story has already exceeded all expectations and it’s not even close to over yet.

Next to Oliver, Kyle and Blanc stand at attention.

Alice, who maybe needs to go back to bed: “Umm I was called here by the King so is he here somewhere?”

Kyle, surprised: “What are you saying, Princess?”

Blanc, an easy smile: “The King is right here in front of you.”

I’m dead lmao

(Wait, Oliver is King?!)

Oliver, looking serious: “It is I who have summoned you here, Irene. Your fiance is here and you will be married soon.”

Oh God

Alice thinks that hearing Oliver act like he’s her father is really strange, but here I am going wild over that “It is I” style of speech LOL Oliver is just owning it. Actual King Material.

Alice then realizes what he said--

Alice: “Married?! How soon? I can’t do that!”

Oliver, narrowing his eyes: “Do not talk back to me. I am the King and your father so my word is final.”

Oliver stood up and came closer to me.

Oliver: “You will be married soon!”

Alice: “But--”

He took my chin in his hand and looked at me with determination in his eyes.

Keep in mind that kid Oliver is only like 4 foot 8 inches? For me, at least, he’s gonna be reaching well above his head and just soighsosh

Oliver, right in front of her face (!!!): “That’s an order.”

Alice: “Yes, your majesty.”

I was so confused about the whole situation that all I could do in that moment was obey so I nodded.

Oliver, smiling cheekily: “You may enter.”

???: “Yes, your highness.”

Oh God who is it going to be!? The door opened and--

Ray, in his regular attire: “It’s an honor to see you again, Princess.”

Ahh... After Oliver as the spectacular King (I’m still laughing as I write this), Ray as the fiance is a little... underwhelming?

Alice is surprised to see him as the fiance, however!

Just as everyone else had, Ray also referred to me as the princess. He bowed down on one knee and spoke with confidence.

Ray, a little closer and smiling: “Shall we proceed with our wedding ceremony? The townspeople are looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress, Princess.”

(A-are we to be wed, today?!)

He took my hand in his and kissed it, which made my heart race.

Ray, more seriously: “Will you allow me to escort you?”

Ray stood up and placed an arm around my waist.

(Am I going to marry Ray?!)

I appreciate her not jumping into it lol AND THEN

I looked up at Ray and heard him say under his breath--

Ray, grinning: “That was easier than I’d anticipated.”

Alice: “What do you mean?”

Me: What do you mean???

Ray: “Since I’m marrying the princess, I’ll soon be the leader of this castle.”

That is how it works, ye--- WAIT, RAY IS EVIL!?

(He’s planning to overtake the throne?!)

OMG RAY IS EVIL!

RAY IS A HANS!!! I’M SCREAMING AGAIN!

Alice: “W-wait, King Oliver! My finance’s intentions are not what they seem!”

RAY!! I know I said it was underwhelming with you as the fiance but also HOW DARE YOU BE EVIL LOL

Alice can’t believe it! Ray? A villain? Impossible!

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.

???: “I object!”

HERO TIME! A familiar voice echoed in the chamber and the door opens to reveal--

Loki, smiling and his eyes still red: “Alice will be my bride.”

THIS GAME! THESE TWO!

Alice: “Are we talking about the Loki I know?”

LMAO ALICE!

I’d say RIP Loki but Loki’s BDE game is strong

Oh, thank you, I accept--

Alice: “But I think I’m betrothed to someone else--”

Oliver: “Just take Loki’s hand or we can’t follow the script.”

Alice: “Wait, a script?! What are you talking about?”

Ray: “Don’t worry about it and come stand by my side.”

Loki, looking angry: “Wait a second Ray, that isn’t what we discussed earlier! This is the part when the princess takes the real prince’s hand and they run away into the sunset together!”

Ray, making that put-out face: “No, I didn’t approve of that. I think Irene should be with me.”

Blanc, closed-eye smile: “If we can ignore the script then I would also like to play the part of the prince.”

Loki: “No way! I am Alice’s one and only prince and no one else can have that role!”

Kyle: “C’mon let’s just keep this show going! If we can’t decide on anything then I’ll be the prince and end this quickly.”

Ray: “While you guys are arguing, I’ll take the princess for myself.”

Oliver: “Someone who’s just in it for themselves can’t play the part of a prince. I won’t allow Irene to be anyone’s bride and then this will all end.”

I’m dying over this tug of war and also you tell them, Oliver! Everyone going off script but Oliver is still just, I AM HER FATHER and she won’t marry any of you losers if you keep this up!

Loki, still looking frustrated: “Then it won’t end in ‘happily ever after’! Come here, Alice.”

Loki pulls Alice close and stares into her eyes.

Loki: “Hey Alice, you’re my one and only princess. Don’t choose anyone other than me--”

His arms around my waist tightened and his eyes started wavering.

(Hold on, Loki’s eyes are glowing crimson--)

Alice: “Wait, Loki. Are you using magic?”

Loki, startled: “What?”

Harr: “You’re correct, Alice.”

H A R R  D A R L I N G !! A wild Harr appears literally out of nowhere, not even with a flash of magic, as if he’s been there the whole time! I’m ready for Harr to enter the prince competition!

Harr: “You must end this at once, Loki. You shouldn’t use too much magic. And you shouldn’t cause such a ruckus in someone else’s home.”

Loki, going from a shocked expression to his sad one: “O-okay...”

Loki pouted like a little child for a brief moment and then let go of me.

(Loki always listens to Harr and does what he says.)

Harr looking out for Loki’s well-being like a good guardian T_T Loki loving and respecting Harr enough to do what he says. Love it. Love it so much. This story has me in stitches but now my heart feels super soft lol

Then Harr turned to face me. 

Heroic Harr moment~ Alice is enveloped in white light and when it fades, the surroundings change and she’s at--

Scene 5: Blanc’s house

Alice questions what happened to the castle since this is Blanc’s house.

Harr, smiling that soft smile: “That was an illusion created by Loki’s magic. It was a stage intended to be used in a play.”

Alice: “A play? Wow, and here I thought I’d been dreaming this whole time! Why put on a play?”

Loki: “Well, do you remember that you mentioned how much you admire princesses in fairytales?”

She does and she remembers that she had talked to Loki about it.

Loki, looking sad: “I asked everyone to help out so that you’d feel like you were a princess. I thought it would make you happy, Alice. I’m sorry if it startled you.”

(Oh, Loki--)

Oh, Loki ;~; He loves Alice so much and tries to do right by her. He even gathered everyone to help him out (even if they all betrayed him in the end LOL)! My heart!

His sweet words made me blush.

Loki sometimes does very unexpected things but--

I knew that his intentions were always good.

Alice: “I was surprised but it was fun.”

Alice: “But more than that, I’m touched you would all go to such efforts to do something like this for me.”

Loki: “Do you really mean that?”

Alice: “Of course!”

Loki, with that happy closed-eye smile: “I’m so glad! You’re the best, Alice!”

Loki!! Deserves the world, I’m just saying

I let Loki embrace me as I looked around at everyone.

All of them were smiling and their eyes were sparkling.

(Even though I’m not actually a princess in a fairytale--)

(I’m happier than princess could ever be.)

This is so wholesome oh my goodness. I love all the neutral characters together. I think this might only be our second story starring them all like this?

Blanc, smiling: “Since you’re all here, why don’t we have some afternoon tea?”

Kyle, smiling too: “That sounds good. Okay, I’ll have some tea and then head back to Red Army headquarters.”

Ray: “That reminds me, those cookies you made the other day were delicious. Do you happen to have any left?”

Oliver: “We do. I suppose I could give you some.”

Loki, smiling still: “Yay! Harr, you must join us too!”

Harr, looking distressed: “Is that alright? I wouldn’t want to be a burden to anyone.”

Me, clutching my chest as I fall out of my chair: I love the happy fluff. I love it so much. Of course Harr wouldn’t be a burden! Blanc, bless him, I love that white rabbit.

Also I love how Blanc kind of ties it all together. The more the merrier! Loki wanted to make Alice happy but he didn’t think he could do it all by himself, so he recruited a lot of other people who loved her too. So lovely! So loving!

The scene fades to white on this last happy moment

It was as if we’d all awoken from a pleasant dream.

And we all lived happily ever after.

The End!

Did you like it? This is one of if not my favorite stories! Getting this ECB was a bit of a gamble since we were given no information about it, but fairy tales are my favorite! I’m still positively delighted that this turned out to be Loki’s Alice! Leave it to Loki to try to make Alice the happiest girl in the world, no holds barred!

Also Harr was absolutely the heroic prince in this fairy tale even if he didn’t end up with “the princess”. In this house we love and cherish Harr Silver. No one does heroic appearances like Harr though so we shouldn’t even be surprised~ But I was still surprised!

Oliver as the King is the greatest thing we have ever gotten in this game and I crave more!

On that happy note, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Please come yell with me about this story and Ikerev in general anytime~!

[bapybirb]

Extract 1.0

Have some fanfiction I started but never quite got around to finishing-

       Lying on his new bed, Todoroki Shouto groaned. Everyone he knew before the incident always asked him the same question. One he never really learnt how to answer. “Why?” Eventually, he had found the answer. Of course he wasn’t going to tell Them. He had to lie. Why would They have the right to know?

       He didn’t want to think about Them for now, he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts and thoughts of Them would disrupt his alone time. So he lay on the white uncomfortable bed, relaxing, closing his eyes and connecting his fingers. He found it soothing. It was a way he helped himself relax.

       The silence was short-lived as a voice came through the speaker at the corner of his new room. “Todoroki Shouto, you shall be expecting a visitor in 5 minutes.” and he winced. His eyes opened a bit and he found himself staring at the ceiling again. He’d been here only a month and already he was starting to hate that voice in the speaker.

       He quickly sat up tho. They had the decency not to install security cameras in his room, he should at least have the decency to at least greet his guests in a proper manner. He couldn’t make tea for them, nor could he serve them anything. He sighed as he stood up and tugged on his sleeves.

       The light next to the door flashed and a beep was heard. Then the door slipped open to reveal a woman. One of the few in the establishment which hadn’t fallen for him. “Doctor [l/n].” Todoroki greeted. “Please come in and make yourself confortable.” He pulled back a chair.

       The doctor greeted him with a “Good morning Todoroki. How are you today?” and entered the room. As soon as she did a beep was heard and the door slammed shut. She sat down in the chair Todoroki had pulled for her and he sat directly in front.

       "I’m increadibly sorry for not being able to offer you tea.“ Todoroki excused himself and [y/n] glanced at the kitchen that was included in the white room and sighed. She had tried to get them to let him make tea but they wouldn’t hear any of it. They refused all attempt at making his life a bit more bearable.

       "Lets skip all the formalities, do you know why I am here?” She asked and Todoroki sighed, it was clear both didn’t want to talk about it yet they both had to.

       "Yes. You want to ask me questions, but I’m afraid I must refuse.“ He said and [y/n] sighed. He had always been stubborn, never slipping up, exept, this time, [y/n] was confident. Why? Because the last session they had together proved to be successful, she believed she had the key to cracking his code.

       [y/n] took a bag out of the pockets of her pants. Todoroki wasn’t expecting her to bring anything. "What I am holding here is a bag of sweets.” She explained and Todoroki’s eyes widened as he eyed the bag. “You answer my questions, and it’s all yours.” She put the bag down.

       Todoroki’s mouth slightly opened as he contemplated. “No.” He finally replied, much to the young woman’s surprise.

       "No?“ She repeated, nudging the bag closer to him.

       He eyed it, not daring to move his hands. "No.” He confirmed then took a quick breath as [y/n] guessed this wasn’t his final word. “If we are going to come to an agreement, it has to be on my terms, not yours. Since I know you are an intelligent woman I won’t waste time making an outrageous demand and get straight to the point. Those candies, and my powers for the time I am under your supervision, in exchange for my answers.”

       [y/n]’s mouth twitched as it was her turn to either accept or decline the proposal. “I’m afraid I can’t do it, not that I wouldn’t, I can’t.” She said.

       Todoroki slammed his fist onto the table. Gently not to frighten her but he still did it as he wanted her full attention. “Stop giving me that bullshit doctor.” [y/n] jumped. For all the time she had known him he hadn’t sworn once. “Next to your badge you have a key. But not a normal key, no, the one for these handcuffs. Yet you deny it. Tell me [l/n]. Are you scared of me?”

       The girl was taken aback at this question. Was she scared of him? No. It wasn’t that. Did she trust him? Now that may be the real problem. But could you blame her?

       Todoroki wondered if he had went too far. He leaned back in his chair and observed the girl before him. She was pretty, but not exactly his type. Her [e/c] eyes shone well with her [h/c] hair, which was tied in a ponytail. He had yet to see her with her hair down.

       After a moment of silence [y/n] unfroze and said “I hope what goes on in this room stays in this room.” And Todoroki slightly smiled. He didn’t often do it so it was a soft moment that seemed to last forever.

       He nodded as he laid his arms down onto the table. The girl took the key and gently twisted it in the locks on the bracelets Shouto had hidden under his black sleeves. They had a tiny display that shone 4 bars of blue. As she twisted the bars lowered to 3 and eventually to two. She then moved on to the other.

       Todoroki was disappointed to see he still had the anti-quirk bracelets. But he had to admit he was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was toned down to two. Once [y/n] had finished partly disabling his other handcuff he leaned back again and asked “What do you want to know?”

       [y/n] sighed of relief. He had finally cracked. She looked away and wondered what she could ask him. From the corner of her eyes she saw him plop a piece of peppermint in his mouth.

       She chuckled then laughed. Todoroki raised an eyebrow. She quickly regained her composure and he still glared. “I’m standing face to face with the peppermint murderer and I can ask any question I want… Yet my mind goes blank.”

       [y/n] could tell Todoroki didn’t know how to react. Finally he asked “Is that really how they call me?” He still didn’t know how to react. The fact [y/n] was smiling wasn’t making this any easier.

       "Oh believe me Frostburn. You haven’t heard the worst.“ [y/n] chuckled and Todoroki realised she was both teasing and joking so he decided to play along and relaxed as he leaned forward. He glared at her still expecting an explanation on the ‘peppermint murderer’. "Whenever witnesses are left behind they all reported the murderer to have a sweet sort of peppermint breath. That and the fact your hair is half-red half-white also I believe it was a childhood nickname?”

       "Yes. One I would much rather forget. Me and Bakugo weren’t exactly friends.“ He admitted. Then he frowned at [y/n] again. "Peppermint breath???”

       "You know, rumour has it, that whoever smells that breath dies a very messy and horrible death.“ She added and Todoroki leaned up close and whispered. "Do you believe that detective?” He was so [y/n] could actually fell his breath. They weren’t lying. It was sweet and pepperminty.

       "I may be a murderer and a villain but I do not kill without reason Doctor. I would not kill a witness just for the fact they lived. I wouldn’t hunt them down. As long as I get the job done and they leave me alone, then so do I.“ He explained and added "Unless the job specifically says no witness. Then I would make their death nice and quick.”

       There was an uncomfortable silence. “Would you like some tea?” Todoroki then asked the girl, now that he was able to heat water to make some.

       "If it wouldn’t be too much of a pain?“ She replied and smiled as Todoroki stood up and made his way towards the tiny kitchen he had been provided with. He started preparing it.

       A good question popped into her mind. "If you could do it all again, would you?” [y/n] asked and Todoroki pondered a moment.

       "What will you tell the police?“ He asked and she quickly responded "Only what they need to know.” She replied and her smile widened as she saw Todoroki used his left side to create a flame for the kettle. He was obviously surprised he could do it.

       "And you won’t judge me?“ He extinguished the flame and leaned against the white counter while looking at [y/n]. She started to fear the wort but her smile didn’t waver. "No.”

       "Then I have to confess I would do it all again.“ He replied. [y/n] did not know what she had expected but it was not that. She didn’t mean to flinch but she did. Todoroki saw and he sighed. "M-may I ask why?” [y/n] asked, mentally cursing at herself for stuttering.

       "I regret some things. Yet if I were to do it all again, I would. Regret is experience. I would rather live with pain then ignorance, bliss and a touch of insanity.“ He admitted while looking at the steaming water. He heard scribbles and turned his head to identify the noise. He found [y/n] writing in her notebook.

       "I thought what happens in this room stays in this room?” He asked curiously as he tried to see what she wrote, all while pouring them tea.

       "Sorry not sorry.“ She responded and smiled up at him. "Thank you.” She mouthed while taking the cup. “That was just such a brilliant quote I had to write it down.” She explained.

       "The 'regret is experience’ thing?“ He asked sitting down again and sipping on his tea. She looked at him and saw him wince and take a sugar cube out of the bag put it into his cup and stirred.

       "Yeah. I wasn’t expecting something that deep.” She said and stared at her drink. She brought her lips towards the cup and Todoroki exclaimed “Be careful it’s hot!”

       She smiled gratefully at the young man and blew on the drink gently, then tasting it. Her eyes lit up and she wondered if they really wanted to make his life that miserable. Then again, he couldn’t have used it so it could just be a sign that they wanted to bully or torture him.

       "If I may ask.“ [y/n] started and Todoroki raised an eyebrow, basically saying 'go on’, while eating a peice of candy cane. "Why?” She asked and he froze. He looked away. And said nothing.

       "May I ask you something first?“ Todoroki asked. [y/n] guessed that the question she asked might have been a bit uncomfortable for him so she nodded. "Sure.” and sipped some tea.

       "Of all the nicknames people have given me over the years, which one was the most creative in your opinion?“ He asked and she guessed he wanted to lighten the atmosphere before diving into the serious stuff.

       "The most creative?” She asked and he nodded. “The Candy Cane Crime King.” She decided and Todoroki nodded approvingly at the nickname all the while enjoying his piece of hardened white and red sugar. “Otherwise there was 'Le Tuer en Sucrerie’ that Lucie Dupont called you during our interview.”

       "You interv-“ He stopped himself when he realised it. Of course she would have interviewed Lucie. After all, [y/n] was the prime investigator on all Todoroki Shouto cases. She would have asked Lucie questions.

       He sighed. "Before I answer your question… I must say. Your quirk. Are you allowed to use it in here?” The detective nodded. “Good, good. I would hate to talk a lot for no reason whatsoever.” The girl readied herself.

       "It all started at the battle of Kitsume..“ He started but a beep was heard. He glared murderously at the door, the origin of the beep. The speaker boomed "Doctor [l/n], you only have 5 minutes left.”

       Todoroki sighed then smiled at [y/n]. “I will be looking forward to next week.” He placed his hand on the table and she understood. She took her key out and reset the anti-quirk bracelets.

       "Likewise.“ She smiled back and packed some of her stuff back. Such as her pen and paper and she made sure she had her keys, her badge and anything that could be used by Todoroki. Then she headed towards the door, ready to leave the convict.

       "But, I will be expecting another bag tomorrow.” He added and she shook her head disapprovingly, yet a smile refused to leave her face. The beep came again and the door opened. “Farewell Todoroki.” She said one last time as she left the room.

       "Farewell [l/n].“ He answered as the door shut. They both sighed but both knew this was not the end, on contrary, this was the beginning. Knowing she couldn’t wait a week, [y/n], meanwhile was going to interview every pro hero that was at the battle of Kitsume first. Well… The ones that were still alive that is. She had known that event was linked to Frostburn but until now she had no proof. Todoroki was just relieved he would be able to get a weight off his shoulders without having to be worried about the police.

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Fred WeasleyxReader “Different” Chapter 2

Chapter 1: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183362457751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-1

Summary: The DA’s first meeting. Tensions are high.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None. (Angst maybe?)

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 18: “Dumbledore’s Army”

Word Count: 901

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

‘Well,’ said Harry, slightly nervously. ‘This is the place we’ve found for practice sessions, and you’ve- er -obviously found it OK.’

‘It’s fantastic!’ said Cho, and several people murmured their agreement.

‘It’s bizarre,’ said Fred, frowning around at it. ‘We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then.’

‘It probably has Legilimens Spells on it to know what people are thinking; like the Sorting Hat! That is some powerful stuff!’

As per usual, the sound of her voice made him jump. She was standing on the other side of the room, admiring the architecture… And looking stunning- NO! No! Still a Slytherin, still not trustworthy.

They hadn’t talked since she’d yelled at him a few weeks ago but he couldn’t get her off his head and stop wondering if she meant all that she said or not. Could she be lying to trick him or was she really a good person sorted in the Bad House?

Was it worth the risk?

‘Hey, Harry, what’s this stuff?’ asked Dean from the rear of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and the Foe Glass.

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‘Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?’ said Angelina hopefully.

‘Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?’ suggested Fred.

Y/F/N then made a kind of high-pitched sound, as if she was struggling not to laugh. Fred turned around to look at her and she turned to glare at the wall, her face about as red as the boy’s hair.

‘I was thinking,’ said Hermione, frowning at Fred, ‘more of a name that didn’t tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it outside meetings.’

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‘OK,’ said Harry, his mouth slightly drier than usual with ll these eyes upon him, ‘I reckon we should all divide into pairs and practise.’

It felt very odd to de issuing instructions, but not nearly as odd as seeing them followed. Everybody got to their feet at once and divided up.

Y/F/N ended up partnered up with Neville. He was very easy to disarm and his wand went spinning out of his hand, hit the ceiling in a shower of sparks and landed with a clatter on top of a bookshelf, from which Y/F/N retrieved it with a Summoning Charm.

‘Are you sure you’re not going easy on me, kid?’ Y/F/N asked in an effort to seem encouraging.

‘Yes, I’m sure,’ Neville said, obviously frustrated.

‘Well, let’s try again,’ then something caught her ear. His laugh, Fred’s laugh. The one that always made her stop and the reason she was able to differentiate him from his twin. She couldn’t help but turn around if only for a moment.

And there it was. Every time Zacharias Smith opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet Anthony did not seem to be making a sound. Fred and George were several feet from Smith and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back.

It took all of Y/F/N ’s effort and energy not to laugh or even crack a smile. A few weeks ago, she would’ve happily laughed along with him no problem but, after that heinous fight they had where he’d accused her of being a spy for Umbridge, she decided not to allow herself to crush on him anymore.

She would not continue to have feelings for someone who thought of her as evil. She would not even give him the satisfaction of hearing her laugh at his jokes. She wou-

‘Expelliarmus!’ said Neville, and Y/F/N, caught unawares, felt her wand fly out of her hand.

‘I DID IT!’ said Neville gleefully, ‘I’ve never done it before- I DID IT!’

‘Good one!’ said Y/F/N encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel Neville’s opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with their wand held loosely at their side.

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‘Let’s say Wednesday night, then,’ said Harry, ‘ we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on, we’d better get going.’

He pulled out the Marauder's Map again and checked it carefully  for signs of teachers on the seventh floor. He let them all leave in threes and fours.

Y/F/N went out with two Hufflepuffs, since their Common Rooms were somewhat close together. Looking back to wave at Neville, who was leaving with Ginny and some other Gryffindor, was her mistake. Instead of finding Neville, her eyes found Fred; about to head north with his twin and Lee Jordan, and he returned the look.

It was yet another small moment of Y/E/C meeting brown and lightning going off inside them. She could’ve sworn his eyes looked apologetic. Was he sorry? Was he going to apologize? Should she forgive him?

‘Hey, bro, hurry up! Filch is gonna see us!’ George’s voice came to break the spell and ruin the moment. Fred turned around, his cheeks flushing.

‘Y-yeah y-yeah! I-I’m coming!’ He called out and was about to leave but then stopped for a second to say ‘Er-... H-have a good night.’

She sighed, mirroring that fateful day. ‘Goodbye, Weasley.’

Of course he didn’t apologize, he still thought she was evil. Y/F/N was glad her dorm mates were all asleep that night so they wouldn’t see her crying.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

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Xeno-T Reaction: Their s/o is obsessed with Harry Potter

@huis-totally-innocent-smirk:  Guten Abend meine Liebe❤ Can I please have a ToppDogg reaction (ft. Jenshe) to their gf being a huge Harry Potter fan? Like she sometimes just randomly says some spells or wears a HP houses cape (yano what i mean i hope) etc etc

P-Goon

The TV was heard in the background, some commercial for dish-soap was on, but Sehyuk didn't really mind, as he was typing away on his phone. You were currently in the kitchen, cutting tomatoes for the salad you'd have for dinner. So as Sehyuk was doodling around on his phone, he focused on the rhythmic sound of your cutting. He didn't know why, but those sounds sounded so domestically.. reassuring to him. So when the sound suddenly stopped, he looked up, meeting your dreamy eyes with his confused ones. Still holding the knife that was now dripping tomato-juice, you walked into the living room and pointed at the TV that now showed the Warner Brother's Opening sequence, and was loudly playing Hedwigs Theme. "Harry potter" you whispered, happy and mesmirised.

"What did I marry?" whispered Sehyuk back in a shocked voice.

Jenissi

He was annoyed at you. He wanted to go on a date with you, but all you wanted to do was watch those darn movies. It ended up with him leaving out of anger, and you crying your eyes out in the shower. When you came out of the shower and went back into your bedroom with only the towel on, you were surprised to find Jenissi sitting on your bed.

"I-I'm so-" you went to apologise, but Taeyang stopped you. He pulled you towards him, the towell sliding off in the process, and you fell on your bed. Pinning your hands down with his large, strong hands, he immediately started to attack your body with his mouth, kissing and licking in all the areas he could reach. He aggressively nibbled on your neck, determined to leave a mark there. You were so overwhelmed, felt so good. Your head felt so cloudy, you didn't even notice when Jenissi reached below your bed to pull out something from below. You only noticed when even more pleasure ran through you as Jenissi turned on the vibrator he held against your clit//the head of your cock.

"Who needs Hogwarts when you can just get a hitatchi wand?"

Hojoon

"Tell me again why I have to do this?" It was a while back, before Xeno-T even debuted as Topp Dogg, when you had dragged him with you to be one of the first ones to buy the new book. Since Hojoon loved his pottery glasses, you had made him fully dress up as Hojoon Potter, had even drew him the scar and bought him the full on outfit, with wand, broom, and co. Now you stood in front of your local book store, all dressed up, and waiting. While it was cold, and it was late, and there are several other things he could be doing right now, Hojoon thought that this had something cute. He got to spend time with you, do something with you that's connected to something the both of you love. He might be freezing to death,  but at least he was going to die with his favourite person... if only they let them into the bookstore!!

"Can we really not get in? They have to know how cold it is, right? Have you tried alohomora?"

Sangdo

He knew what a big fan of Harry Potter you were, so when you went to London to spend your holiday there, he took you to the 'Making Of Harry Potter' Warner Brothers Studio Tour. You had a blast going through it, and Sangdo enjoyed it too: He took so many pictures of the things they had on display, or of you in front of certain things, or of the both of you. What seemed the most beautiful and amazing to not only him but you as well though was the big model of the Hogwarts Castle in the last room of the tour. It was gigantic, there were stairs leading all around it as you walked from top to bottom. Sangdo thought it looked best from below, and went to capture the castle from this angle – dropping his camera in the process. You were shocked, hoping he didn't break his camera. When Sangdo stayed on his knee for a moment, just staring at the camera, you were even more worried. You asked him about the camera, but all he did was to look at you, a blush on his cheeks, and smiling shyly. He took your hand in his, fishing something out of his pocket with his other hand, when he asked you the question. "Y/N Y/L/N.. Will you marry me?"

Nakta

For your birthday this year, Yooncheol went all out. He knew how much you love Harry Potter and that you've always loved it. So he got many, m a n y decorations. He used empty toilet roll things and covered them up in tissue, making candles out of them, which he then hung onto the ceiling in your kitchen. On the inside of the toilet lid, he put a picture of the moaning Myrtle. He printed out lots and lots of pictures, some random ones like a picture of the Hogwarts Express, some ghosts of Hogwarts, and some pictures you'd find in the lovely castle of the school. There were so many things, it took him hours to plan, to make/build, and to put everything in it's place, he almost forgot to make you a cake (which was in the shape of a snitch). When you finally got home to all of this, you were so shocked, so overwhelmed. You were speechless, and Yooncheol didn't know if it was good or bad. He stood there kind of awkwardly, until you jumped onto him, hugging him tightly to thank him for what he had done. "Do you like it, baby? Happy birthday..."

Byungjoo

When you first suggested having a movie night or a full on movie marathon, Byungjoo didn't think of something like Harry Potter. He knew you loved the series, and how often you had re-read the books, but he didn't think you'd actually do a Harry Potter marathon. He had imagined a shorter series, something that didn't have 8 films, and wouldn't take up so, S O many hours. When it finally came to it, and you told him about your actual magical plans, he was still really hyped for it. Watching movies was fun after all, so, what should go wrong? Well, he found out how it could go wrong shortly after.

Not only did you whisper every single word the characters said when they said it, which was kind of creepy to him, but you also hummed the music, the melodies and everything, when they were heard. He was freaked out enough by that, but managed to fall asleep nonetheless. When he later woke up, you were on the 6th movie, still wide awake, eyes glued to the screen, and a piece of popcorn on the corner of your mouth. How were you even doing this? ”Wow..” Byungjoo decided to change the course of the evening. He leaned forward, capturing the piece of popcorn between his lips, pulling it into his mouth with his tongue, before kissing you.

"Let me show you the magic I can do."

Xero

He was playing one of these quiz-duel-games on his phone, but since he's definitely not the smartest, he needed your help. The fact that he didn't know the answer to the current question made you ask yourself why you did not break up with him yet: "What's the address of the Durselys in Harry Potter? A) Privet Drive 4, B) Linguster Way 7, C) 221B Baker Str, D) Privet Drive. 10." "Are you serious?" you'd practically yell at him, "It's literally in the first line of the book! 'Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much' it's basically history! Basic knowledge!" you went on a full on rant, Jiho zoning out about half way through, only coming back to you mentally to hear "[...] and if Ron had never tried to make Malfoy spit out slugs, then obviously he wouldn't be with Hermione now, and also..." Honestly, by now Jiho just wished he had never asked you. The time for his game had run out already. 20 years had passed since you started ranting at him.

"I.. I only wanted to know the answer to the question?"

Sanggyun

You had a discussion (more like heated argument) about which movie is the surperior, Harry Potter or [insert any literally any other movie title, hp always wins]. Sanggyun was behaving almost ignorant, not understanding your point of view, and not wanting to understand that Harry Potter was, is, and will always be one of the best book and movie series. "I just don't get," he started, sighing, "what you like so much about it? It's seven books. My series only has like 3 and it's enough to tell the whole story." - "oh, oh you want to know what I like so much about it?!" Sanggyun nodded frantically. "Well aren't I glad you asked! Give me a second!"

You came back an hour later with your laptop, on it a Power-Point presentation with 64 slides, detailed graphs, examples, animations, fancy effects and everything. You proceeded to show Sanggyun everything you had written down, everything you found out, to show him just how great Harry Potter is. Sanggyun found it both hilarious and cute that you went through so much, went to such lengths, just for a few fictional characters. He couldn't even be mad at you. He had to let you win.

"I love you, babe. You're even more extra than me."

Sangwon

You dragged him to a convention near your home. You were so excited for it, as was Sangwon, it was the first convention you'd go to, and it was all based around Harry Potter! You cosplayed as [your favourite character] and made Sangwon cosplay as Newt Scamander.

At first, you both had so much fun looking at all the other people cosplaying, looking at all the booths with merch and other kinds of things.. then after a few hours, Sangwon asked to go home the first time. His feet hurt. But this was a one time thing, and you couldn't come back to this again. Sangwon understood how much you loved Harry Potter, so he agreed to stay a bit longer.

Then, you came to another big thing with merch on it, and it had the coolest, cutest, and just best merch out of any of the booths you had seen! It had t-shirts with some really rare quotes (ones out of the books, even!), had figurines and plushies, different kinds of sweets... there were so many things, and you felt pumped, like you were in heaven. You were smiling so wide, felt giddy, as you pointed out one thing after the other to Sangwon.

"And that, that quote on that one, is from the second book, and it's something Ginny said to Harry, and it's sooo legendary, and oh!! Do you see that cat over there? Oh my god that is Crookshanks!! That is soo adorable! Oh my god we have to get that! Please please please??"

Sangwon felt so exhausted, his feet hurt so much, and he just wanted a bed, a nice drink and some sleep. But in his tired state, he found you even cuter than usual. He smiled softly, nodded, already pulling out his wallet. He loved that you were so passionate about it, and your smile was so cute to him that he couldn't even be annoyed at you.

*too tired and awkward to speak, shhh*

[indomitablekushite]

The Black Power Pan-Africanist Perspective By Chinweizu Sundoor999@gmail.com The Black race will be exterminated if it does not build a black superpower in Africa by the end of this century. Black Egypt: Rehabilitating the self-image of the Black African (1) Having exhaustively demonstrated that the Pharaonic Egyptians were black, Senegalese scholar Cheikh Anta Diop argued that “the moral fruit of [Egyptian] civilization is to be counted among the assets of the Black world. Instead of presenting itself to history as an insolvent debtor, that Black world is the very initiator of the ‘western’ civilization flaunted before our eyes today.” --[Diop, The African Origin of Civilization: Myth or Reality, p. xiv] To help us appreciate just how much “western” civilization owes to Black Egypt, this essay presents a sampling of that contribution; a sampling of what the Greeks and Hebrews assimilated and took over from Black Egypt (Kemet) and passed on to modern Europe. Kemetic Precedents The purpose of this preliminary list of culture items (concepts, techniques, tools, symbols, artefacts, etc. assembled from scattered sources) is to make it easy to see just how far and comprehensively Kemet was ahead of all other cultures. Such items appear elsewhere later, sometimes by diffusion, sometimes 2 by independent invention, sometimes by theft. How it did so in each case is not always easy to determine. However, in some spectacular cases, plagiarism can be exposed. Items listed are the oldest example extant, or the oldest mentioned in the available sources. Dates are based on the Chinweizu Chronology which dates the founding of Kemet at 4443±61 BC. This initial list could be, and should be, very much expanded as the literature is combed more extensively and thoroughly. I: Science and Technology 1. Plant domestication: Domesticated wheat, barley, lentils, chickpeas, capers and dates were being grown and harvested in the Nile flood plains; at Aswan (Wadi Kubbaniya), Esna, Naqada, and Dishna in Upper Kemet (i.e. Southern Egypt), and in Tushka in Nubia; ca. 16,000 BC, during the last Ice Age when much of Eurasia was covered with ice. That was some 9 millennia before plant domestication occurred in Jarmo in Iraqi Kurdistan in SW Eurasia, where Eurocentric convention claims that plants were first domesticated.1[1 See Wendorff et al., “An Ancient Harvest on the Nile,” in Van Sertima, ed., Blacks in Science, New Brunswick: Transaction Books, 1983, pp. 58-64. ] 2. Writing: Hieroglyphics (pictorial) : Predynastic 2 i.e. before ca. 4500 BC. [2 See Bruce Williams, “Lost Pharaohs of Nubia” in Van Sertima ed., Egypt Revisited, pp. 93-94.]3 Hieratic (cursive) : Dyn. I or earlier 3, i.e. ca. 4500 BC. [3 M. Hoffman, Egypt Before the Pharaohs, p. 290; Alan Gardiner, Egypt of the Pharaohs, p.22.] Demotic (cursive) : Dyn XXV 4, i.e. ca. 700 BC. [4 Alan Gardiner, Egypt of the Pharaohs, p. 21]. Alphabet: “The history of the alphabet begins in Ancient Egypt, more than a millennium into the history of writing. The first pure alphabet emerged around 2000 BCE to represent the language of Semitic workers in Egypt (see Middle Bronze Age alphabets), and was derived from the alphabetic principles of the Egyptian hieroglyphs. Most alphabets in the world today either descend directly from this development, for example the Greek and Latin alphabets, or were inspired by its design.”--Wikipedia Hieroglyphics and Hieratic are the world’s oldest writing systems; from them are derived the Phoenician and Hebrew and Greek alphabets, making them the ancestors of the Roman alphabet which is now used world-wide.5 [5Alan Gardiner, Egypt of the Pharaohs, pp. 25-26.] From them too derive the Arabic script via the Nabataean Aramaic script. Arabic numerals bear a striking resemblance to some of the symbols in Meroitic script, a late offshoot of the Kemetic scripts. 3. The balance and scales (for weighing): A symbol in hieroglyphics, and a central instrument in the rite of weighing the soul of the deceased in the Judgment Hall before Ausar. 6 [6 E. A. Wallis Budge, The Egyptian Book of the Dead, pp. 2, 256, 261 etc. for its representation as a 4 hieroglyph and for its presence in vignettes that illustrate the book. For evidence that parts of the work date back to before Dyn. I, see p. xii.] The doctrine of the Judgment Day, and its symbolism, most probably date back to predynastic times; the scale is, therefore, probably a predynastic invention. 4. The Calendar: Kemet had two calendars from its earliest times -- the Civil calendar of 365 days to the year; and the Astronomical or Sopde (Sirius) calendar of 365.25 days to the year. These two were together in use by Dyn. I, and certainly before 4241 BC. Both were most probably invented in Predynastic times. 7 [7 Charles Finch, “Science and Symbol in Egyptian Medicine,” in Egypt Revisited, p. 328] The calendar used today throughout the world is adapted from the civil calendar of Black Egypt. “To the Egyptians we owe the practice of dividing the day into 24 hours. Our modern practice of starting the day at midnight dates back to the Egyptians.” 8—[8 John Pappademos, “An Outline of Africa’s Role in the History of Physics”, in Van Sertima ed., Blacks in Science, p. 187] 5. The oldest uninscribed paper: Two papyrus rolls from Dyn. I, found in a small box at Saqqara.9 [9 M. Hoffman, Egypt Before the Pharaohs, p. 291] 6. The wheel: Scaling ladders, fitted with wheels, and kept from slipping by a handspike, were used by construction workers as early as Dyn. V. (ca. 3380-3162 BC). They 5 are depicted on the wall of the tomb of Kaemhesit. 10 [10 See Blacks in Science, p. 81, fig. 7.] 7. The so-called Pythagoras Theroem: The theorem of the square on the hypothenuse was known and used in Kemet, millennia before Pythagoras took knowledge of it from there to Greece.11 [11 Cheikh Anta Diop, Civilization or Barbarism, p. 260] 8. Coordinates: A system of coordinates was in use in Kemet in Old Kingdom times. In one specimen, probably from Dyn. III, coordinates were used in an architectural drawing to draw a curve. Rectangular coordinate grids were used for star maps shown on the ceilings of tombs. A grid of squares was used to scale up construction plans. 12 [12 See Beatrice Lumpkin, “The Pyramids: Ancient Showcase of African science and technology,” Blacks in Science, pp. 67-83. ] 9. The Oldest record of sea-going ships: King Sahure of Dyn. V sent a fleet to the coast of Palestine and another to Punt (Somalia).13 [13 See Wayne B. Chandler, “Of Gods and Men: Egypt’s Old Kingdom,” in Ivan Van Sertima, ed., Egypt Revisited, p. 168.] 10. The oldest map in the world: A map, now in the Turin museum, showing the road to one of Kemet’s gold fields.14 [14 Alan Gardiner, Egypt of the Pharaohs., p. 42.]6 11. The oldest example of large-scale metal sculpture in the world: A near life-size copper statue group of Pepi I and his young son Merenre (Dyn. VI).15 [15 See M. Hoffman, Egypt Before the Pharaohs, p. 128.] 12. Stone-paved roads: “Probably the earliest stone-paved road was built in Egypt . . . when the Great Pyramid was built. In order to move the huge stone blocks making up the pyramid, a smooth road of polished stone was built about 60 feet wide and half a mile long.”16 [16 See “Road” in Britannica Junior Encyclopedia, Vol 13, (1965), p. 109(b) 13. Iron and steel: Iron was used in Kemet from predynastic times and down through the dynasties, long before its reported use anywhere else in the world. Specimens of materials made of iron have survived from the Gerzean period, Dyns IV,VI, XVIII-XXII.17 [17 C. A. Diop, The African Origin of Civilization, p. 293, n. 8;] The most ancient steel object extant, made of successive layers containing different percentages of carbon, is a knife from Kemet, made probably in the 9th c. BC.18 [18 C. A. Diop, Civilisation or Barbarism, p. 285.] Plutarch reports, based on Manetho, that iron was called “the bone of Typhon,” i.e. Set.19 [19 Manetho, p. 191,] There are references to “bat qemau,” iron of the south, in the Kemetic Book of Resurrection.20 [20 See, e.g. Budge, Egyptian Book Of the Dead, p. 13.]7 14. Gunpowder: Gunpowder was known and used in Kemet by the priests, but “solely for religious purposes at rites such as the Mysteries of Osiris.”21 [21 C. A. Diop, The African Origin of Civilization, p. 24.] 15. Glider plane: A scale model of a glider, made of sycamore wood, survives from Kemet. It measures 18 cm x 14 cm, and is in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. The name of the maker of the model is Pa-di-Imen.22 [22 See Khalil Messiha et. al., “African experimental aeronautics: a 2,000-year-old model glider,” in Blacks in Science, pp. 92- 99.] Aeronautical scientists have examined it and confirmed that it is a model glider. The date it was made is uncertain. 16. Atomic theory, heliocentricity, and gravitation: There is evidence that these major theories of modern science were, long ago, known to Kemetic science. Isaac Newton left his written testimony about Kemetic knowledge thereof.23 [23 See John Pappademos, “The Newtonian synthesis in physical science and its roots in the Nile Valley,” Nile Valley Civilizations: 84-101, see especially p. 94 for quotes from Newton himself; and also Martin Bernal, Black Athena, Vol. I, p. 167.] TO BE CONTINUED (1520 words)