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fbfh · 3 years

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light up the dark [VI] - leo x reader

genre: mid adventure domestic fluff overture, romance, smutty lemony bit towards the end

word count: 3k

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: very much so, yes

warnings: magic manipulation powers, feelings are hard and weird and scary, some innuendos, the phrase hot gusher out of context, the word dirty talk, trying to "proposition [someone] in front of two for one cookie crisp", brief credit card theft, jason thinks ketchup is spicy and gets clowned on for it, one use of the word lube in reference to mechanical lubricant, shirtless leo remember that one piece of shirtless leo viria art?????? remember the caption?????, your facade is beginning to crack, deadpan joke about being dead in space, making out, whole lotta sexual tension, brief mention of a boner, teeny tiny bit of grinding, getting interrupted, c*lypso

summary: after an extensive shopping trip, you, Leo, and Jason settle into your airbnb and wait for the others to arrive. Jason takes a nap, and Leo helps you dye your hair. You return the favor by helping him make dinner which leads to two things; a well timed boner, and a poorly timed visitor.

listen to: power and control - marina, 100 bad days - ajr, all I ask - adele

a/n: let's play spot the zack and cody reference within the first paragraph

also surprise the series isn't dead!! a shock to all but mostly me!!

as with all smexy smutty nsfw content, all characters are aged up to 18+

Standing in front of a wall of hair dye taller than you are should have been exciting. It would have been, except for the fact that all the colors were various shades of honey mist auburn. You really don’t want to have to make a separate trip to a beauty store for hair dye. Your eyes land on a firetruck red box, and gratefully, you realize you won’t have to.

“Perfect,” you muse, throwing it into your cart, along with the other stuff on the list you’d divided between you. You grab a few other things from the beauty section while you’re there; some makeup, eyeliner, a glass nail file, and a tiny pair of oil slick cuticle scissors.

Nearby is a guy a little older than you in a varsity hoodie and sweatpants squinting at a two in one shampoo label.

Perfect, you think, beginning to approach. You work your magic - literally - and within a few minutes you have his credit card. It takes way less time than it used to. You also didn’t have to smile and flirt nearly as much as you used to. You’re relieved that you don’t have to fake enthusiasm around rich douchebags the way you used to, and a new inky drop of fear begins to stain the corners of your mind. You can’t even bear to admit it to yourself, but you’re kind of scared. Before you can begin to question if you know what love is and if you’re capable of experiencing it without the influence of your divine heritage, you shove it all away. Not the place, not the time. You speed up a little, passing an endcap of candy, and knock a box into your cart.

On the other side of the store, Jason checks off items from their half of the list as Leo tosses items in the cart, talking along the way. Of course, you came up in conversation rather quickly.

“She’s… a real piece of work.” Jason says, treading lightly.

“You said it, man,” Leo agrees, sliding a pack of coke onto the bottom of the cart. Jason thinks for a moment before continuing.

“She seems to,” he tries to figure out how to phrase their dynamic, “not hate you as much as everyone else.” Leo laughs at the accuracy of the statement. He can tell Jason has something else to say, so he’s quiet while putting paper plates and napkins into the cart.

“Hey, Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Just… don’t let her hurt you, okay?”

He stops for a second. He’s so lucky to have a friend like Jason, one that will genuinely look out for him, but sometimes people caring for him still catches him off guard. Really off guard. With no idea how to begin to verbalize that complicated mess, he takes a split second to collect himself.

“Thanks, man.”

His smile is sincere.

Don’t let her hurt you. Can he just do that? Not let someone hurt him? Especially someone like you. He’s only had a few long term crushes before, all just out of reach and only getting further away. Only one had amounted to something - not that he could call what he had with Calypso ‘something’. She certainly wouldn’t. He looks around, trying to shake off the sting. He starts to get that unsettled, itchy feeling when he focuses on stuff like that for too long.

‘At least I got some good stories out of it,’ he thinks, messing with the back of his hair and fixing his hoodie strings.

“Here.”

He turns around, coming face to face with you, holding out a box very close to him.

“Hot gusher.” You say softly. What? His cheeks heat up, pulse speeding up suddenly. He glances at Jason, who’s at the other end of the aisle asking an employee something. Are you implying something? Are you trying to proposition him in front of two for one cookie crisp? He’s unable to look away from your gaze, intense and striking. You couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks you mean. Your fingers brush and he’s struggling to find an elegant way to say ‘hey, maybe the grocery store isn’t an ideal place for dirty talk’.

“W- uh, sorry, what?” he says, laughing in an equally hushed tone, needing to make sure you meant what he thought you did. You glance down, then back up.

“They’re spicy gushers. I thought you’d like them.” the feeling is gone in a split second, the same time it took to arrive, and is replaced with relief. He looks down at the box, realizing he’d taken it from you at some point. He laughs at the ridiculousness of his previous panic.

“Thanks,” he says, a reflective smile on his face.

You realize how comforted you are to see him smile, really smile, when you catch yourself having to keep a neutral face. One of the first times your resting bitch face has been intentional. Before you can say you’re welcome, Jason comes back over. You hand him the card.

“Pin number’s 0401.”

They both stare at you, skimming the label of a granola bar, completely unperturbed.

“How…”

“Credit card theft.”

The logical part of Leo’s brain starts to speak up, telling him to raise his guard, that his stomach should be twisting. If you can just take someone’s credit card without a hint of remorse, who knows what the hell kind of damage you could do to him if he got closer to you? And he really wants to get closer to you.

“Oh,” you pull a small pop top tube out of your cart and hand it to Leo, “this is for you too. You know, since you don’t like coffee,” you trail off as he reads the label. Caffeine and electrolyte drink tablets, red berry rampage flavor. He looks up at you, feeling warm and… something else, something ineffable, at the gesture.

You stare at each other, eyes locked, surprised at the strangely intimate feeling stirring in both of you.

“What are those?” Jason asks, snapping you out of whatever that was.

“Spicy gushers,” Leo says, smiling again, “I didn’t even know they made those.”

“Hot mango,” Jason reads from the side of the box, “that actually sounds pretty good.”

“No way dude, you can’t handle spicy food.” He starts to protest, and Leo continues, “You think ketchup is spicy!” He looks shocked.

“Okay, that was one time! It was a weird brand and there was way too much pepper in it!”

You bite back a giggle at their bickering, taking note of how much better Leo seems to be doing and finding surprising comfort in their banter.

It doesn’t take long to get to the airbnb and get set up. You all dump your bags in your rooms, bring in the groceries, and shove everything into the cabinets in a reasonably organized manner.

Jason heads upstairs to unpack and call Piper, announcing a few minutes later that they should be here in less than two hours.

“Perfect,” you pull out your hair dye from the last bag. It’s not exactly the manic panic wildfire red you’d initially wanted, but it’s definitely better than nothing. You stare at the box for a second, then up at Leo who’s trying to get one more bag of chips to fit in with the others.

“Hey,” you say, just loud enough to get his attention, “do you… can you get the back of my head?” He looks at you, questioning, and you hold up the box dye. He smiles, once again noting your softened edges around him.

“Yeah,” he agrees, and minutes later you’re in the bathroom, adorned in a big tee shirt covered in all your previous hair colors. He’s staring at your shirt, eyes dancing over the swirls and splatters of color. It reminds him of a painting he’d seen once, unable to remember the name.

You shake the bottle, skimming the instructions again, then start speaking to him, eyes still on the box.

“Take a section of hair, about this much,” you demonstrate, holding out a section of hair, “rub in the dye like this…”

You hand him the second bottle of red dye, and he starts on the back. His fingertips start separating out a section of your hair, and you still, a shiver running up your spine. He hesitates for a moment, then continues, and you hope he hadn’t noticed. His breath fans your ear, and you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. Your lungs are shallow suddenly, squeezed tight like a bouquet clutched in a shaking hand. You find it almost impossible to focus on dying the front half of your hair.

You don’t want it to stop, you realize. His fingertips dancing along your hair, the glimpses of his incredibly focused face in the bathroom mirror, the way he’ll gently turn your head to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.

“Shit,” he leans back, hunching forward. You look behind you, eyes landing immediately on the spot of red dye on his shirt.

“Shit,” you echo. He looks back at you, waiting to see how he’ll react.

“Oh, it’s all good - no worries. I already have a ton of motor oil and lube - lubricant… machine grade, petroleum based engine lubricant-” he laughs, “stains on this shirt anyway. Don’t sweat it.”

You almost laugh. A giggle bubbles up from your chest and stomach, but catches in your throat. Before it can come out, he slips off his dye stained gloves, and tugs off his dye stained shirt from the back. It seems to happen in slow motion. In a mere moment, your eyes engraving every detail, every line and curve and freckle to memory.

There’s really no delicate way to put it; he’s fucking jacked. Deceptively so. You’re frozen in place, cheeks flushed. You suddenly wonder what it would be like to be wrapped up in his arms, held so close to him.

You snap yourself out of the thought, all of that occurring in just a few seconds. He leans past you, setting the dye stained shirt carefully on the counter, glancing at you intensely.

“Are you checking me out?”

You make yourself roll your eyes and turn away, replying, “I’m sure you’d love that.”

Angled away from him, you momentarily reprimand yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and mouthing oh my god. You turn back to him, not recalling the last time you had to deliberately keep up your aloof front around someone like this.

“So, are we finishing my hair or just gonna leave it like this?” you ask rhetorically, motioning to your half done hair.

He watches you do this, confirming his suspicion that you’re really not as cold as you let on. A smile blooms on his face, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as… cute as that.

“Yeah,” he replies, slipping his gloves back on. The things you do around him seem to mean more now. He notices the way your eyes flutter closed for a moment when he plays with your hair, working in the dye, or the way you still for a split second when he gets a little too close to the side of your face, checking that he didn’t miss a spot.

He doesn’t want this to end either. But eventually, your hair is fully saturated with dye, the timer on your phone counting down slowly. There’s still some dye left. He sits on the closed toilet.

“Your turn. Do me.”

“What?” you laugh.

“Yeah, a little streak - up here.” He leans forward, sectioning off a part of his hair.

“Seriously?” you ask.

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want to match…” he muses. Your eyes get this dreamy look for the briefest second, then you’re turning back to shake the bottle some more.

“I guess… I mean there’s too much dye to throw out, we might as well do something with it.”

It’s his turn, now, to feel the warmth from your body, your hands running through his hair. His eyes want to close, and bask in the feeling, but he refuses to miss out on the view of you so soft, so close to him. It doesn’t last nearly long enough for either of you, and much too soon you’re pulling away and throwing away the gloves and empty bottles.

By the time you finish cleaning up and throw out the garbage, it’s time to rinse your hair. Hanging your head over the tub, you let the water flow over your head until Leo tells you it’s running clear. He does the same, and you point out too late that he only had to rinse the dyed part, not his whole head.

You both laugh as you wrap a towel around your hair, teaching him how to do the same.

“Sweet, I’ve always wondered how to do the spa snail towel thing.”

“The spa snail towel thing?” You try in vain to fight another laugh.

“Yeah, you know… cause it looks like a snail, and they do it at spas…”

“Oh… my gods…” you laugh, exiting the bathroom and heading down the hall, “I”m going to get changed.” you call.

“Am I wrong?” he asks after you, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He heads to his room to do the same.

A few minutes later, you’re carefully pulling on your top, when he calls through your door.

“Hey, I’m gonna be in the kitchen, come down when you’re ready.”

“...Okay,” you agree.

You check your outfit in the mirror. You can still feel his fingers brushing your neck. Your head tilts at the memory. Snapshots of him pulling off his shirt in slow motion flash in your memory.

You realize how much of an affect the last hour has had on you. Your stomach drops.

You can’t possibly be falling in love. No way. Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

You’re not the falling in love type. At most, you’d hook up with someone a couple times on the rare occasion you thought they were hot, too.

Oh, you decide, that must be what’s happening. I just think he’s hot. I mean, duh. Of course he’s hot. Did you see him in there?

That’s all you have to do; hook up with him once, maybe twice, then you’ll get over it. It’ll make his ex jealous, and they’ll get back together. It will go just like it always has. Then you can move on to whatever the next crisis is.

You take a breath, resolving to follow the plan, exit your room. You throw yours and Leo’s old clothes and towels in the hamper, and head down stairs. He greets you, and pulls you into the kitchen.

“I have something to ask you.” Your brow furrows.

“...Okay.”

He takes your hand in his, the other behind his back.

“Will you…” he looks at you, gaze piercing, “...be my sous-chef.” he finishes, holding out an apron, matching his.

You study him, a hopeful, surprisingly confident look on his face. His hair is still damp. You’re sure yours is, too. You wait a beat, before replying slowly.

“Yes. But I’m not wearing that.”

“That’s fair,” he says, setting the apron on the counter, “I will have to dock your pay for being out of uniform, though.” You let out a puff of air from your nose, biting back a laugh. He pulls out a skillet, bowl, and oil, and begins preheating the pan. You watch him pull out more ingredients, and begin to set things up.

“Right now we’re waiting on that,” he says nodding at the stove. You nod, inspecting a bottle of seasoning he’d pulled out, and settle into a comfortable silence.

He thinks back to the last time you had time like this - playing twenty questions at your apartment. A pit forms in his stomach as he remembers the conversation veering to Calypso, as it always seemed to. He shoves it away. Not this time. He steadies his nerves. “So, you want to play twenty questions?”

You agree, coming closer to him.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

Your eyes flick over to the clock. You have a solid hour, hour and a half before the others are supposed to get here. You stare at him, brushing hair out of his face.

“I’d be dead in the endless void of deep space.”

He cracks a smile at how on brand that response was. Your fingertips trail down to his neck, rethen shoulder. The smile doesn’t leave his face, not completely. Your heart beats loudly in anticipation.

“My turn. Do you want to make out?”

His head snaps up, eyes locked with yours, trying to tell if you’re serious or if this is another example of your distinct sense of humor. But he can tell it’s not - there’s something a little too close to the surface in your eyes.

“Yeah. Yes, totally-”

You grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss, and leaning back against the empty counter.

His lips are soft and warm, moving gracefully with yours. You barely register that the first kiss ends before you dive back in. You angle your head, deepening the kiss. He plants one hand on the counter, the other making its way to the small of your back. You flick your tongue past his lips, and his grip on your waist tightens. You clutch his collar tighter, other hand moving through his hair, still damp at the ends.

You can tell he’s enjoying what you do by the way his mouth quirks up ever so slightly at the corners, and by the way he starts to harden beneath you. You roll your hips into his, and he falters, sighing, breath fanning your lips. Not quite a moan, but you’re getting there.

The front door opens before you can.

Leo pulls away reluctantly, very reluctantly, and turns off the stove.

“That was fast,” he says, panting slightly and still very flushed. They’re not supposed to be here for a while, still.

A tall girl enters the kitchen, dark strawberry blonde hair pulled over her shoulder. She looks between you and Leo with a sour expression on her face.

“Calypso,” Leo says.

"...Hi."

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starryevermore · 4 years

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the ghost of suite 613 ✧ the suite life of sam and colby

the suite life of sam and colby

characters featured: the (female) reader, sam golbach, colby brock, kevin langue, reggie webber, jake webber, corey scherer, amber scholl

summary: there’s a rumor that one of the suites in the trap hotel is haunted, and the boys can’t help themselves but investigate.

word count: 2,848

warning(s): female reader, a lot of pranks, a supposed haunting, “paranormal investigation”, cursing

note: based on the suite life of zack & cody episode of the same name. if you want to request I write anything, you can do so: here.

“Boys? Where are you?” you asked, walking into Sam and Colby’s suite.

You had received a text from Colby a few minutes earlier, telling you to come over ASAP. So, you stopped editing the video you were working on and immediately went across the hall. The door was unlocked, and opened with a slight creak—you hated how old the hotel was, it constantly creaked and groaned and made you feel like something was going to go horribly wrong at any given moment.

The suite was an absolute mess when you walked in. A large pile of cardboard boxes lay in the center of the room, blocking off the entrance to what looked like an intricate box fort. You cautiously walked over, wondering if your friends were somehow trapped inside. But as you started to move the boxes, a hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and yanking on it.

You screamed, kicking at your attacked, and nearly bolted back to your room.

Then you heard their stupid fucking laughs.

Colby came out of the pile of boxes, a hand covering his mouth as he laughed. Sam popped out of a pile of blankets you hadn’t noticed earlier, a camera in hand. Then it made sense. Those fuckers pranked you for fucking content.

“I hate you!” you shouted. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Awe, Y/N!” Colby cooed, wrapping his arms around you. You almost would’ve believed he was actually sorry if it wasn’t for him still shaking from laughter.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled. “Hope that looked good for your video.”

“It did,” Sam laughed. “Thanks for the content.”

“Next time, text Corey when you wanna fuck with someone,” you said, going back to your suite and slamming the door behind you.

The pranks continued for the next week. Apparently, Sam and Colby, along with Jake and Corey, had started a prank war and was trying to get everyone involved. You hated it, feeling constantly on edge as you went about your daily life. And, while a few of the other friends had done a few pranks sporadically, everyone could tell they were over it, too.

You’d just witnessed an elaborate prank conducted by the boys with Amber, Jake, Corey. You’d walked in after it had started, but it ended with Kevin and Reggie being covered in maple syrup, faux feathers, and more glitter than you ever wanted to see again.

Kevin sent at the glare at the boys when he saw who had pranked him and Reggie. In his best “dad” voice, he said, “Sam, Colby, I’m tired of your impractical jokes.”

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to make you mad,” Sam apologized, looking incredibly innocent.

Kevin shook his head and began to walk away. “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

“Oh, shit, don’t step on that!” Colby shouted, but it was too late—Kevin stepped on something that released a cascade of marbles, sending Kevin and Reggie flying across the lobby.

Sam and Colby erupted into laugher, earning another glare from Kevin and Reggie.

“That was awesome!” Sam said, turning off the camera he was holding.

“It was almost as funny as Y/N screaming like a banshee when we pranked her earlier.”

You scoffed. “I was actually fucking concerned for you, you bastard. Guess I’ll never be a good friend to you again.”

Colby snorted. “You sure looked concerned when you were running away like you’d seen a ghost.”

Corey’s eyebrows shot up. “You seen a ghost? Don’t tell you seen the ghost of Suite 613!”

“There’s a ghost in the hotel?” you, Sam, and Colby said at the same time.

Corey nodded.

“Cool!” Sam looked at Colby. “Brother, we need to film this!”

“Or, maybe don’t?” you suggested. “The last time y’all dumbasses need is a ghost attached to you.”

“And what makes you think it’ll attach to us?” Colby asked, an eyebrow raised.

You rolled your eyes. “Because you’re hardly paranormal investigators. You hear one bump in the night and become the boy who cried ghost. You don’t know how an EMF reader works, you never hold the dowsing rods properly, you break so many of the Ouija board rules, and you keep confusing the Queen Marys! Y’all are dumber than a box of rocks.”

Jake snorted. “Well, there’s no real proof ghosts are real anyways, so how do you know they’re doing the wrong thing?”

“Oh you want proof, brother? Go to Suite 613. I saw something there,” Corey insisted. “It was freaky as hell. I got chills, brother.”

“You got chills?” Sam asked. “That’s enough for me. Let’s go!”

Sam and Colby went running up the stairs, and you, Jake, and Corey followed them up all six flights. Jesus Christ, where did they get all of this energy?

As they reached the sixth floor, they swung open the door from the stairwell, and ran immediately into Miss Amber Scholl.

“Woah!” she said, stopping the two of them from landing flat on their faces. “What’s got you guys in such a rush?”

“We heard there’s a ghost up here,” Sam said. “Do you know where Suite 613 is?”

“Yeah, it’s just down the hallway on the left,” she said. They started to run again, but she caught them both by the arms. “But, seriously, you shouldn’t go there. I live a few doors down, and there’s some freaky things that go on in there. I bought the room a while ago to convert into a shoe and purse closet, but honestly? I wish I’d never made the purchase, and that’s saying something.”

“See?” Corey said, slightly out of breath still from running up six flights of stairs. “Told you there was a ghost.”

Colby ignored him. “Could we go in there, please? We heard it’s super haunted and wanted to make a video out of it.”

Amber thought for a moment, then pulled a key out of her vintage Louis Vuitton bag. “Fine. But don’t be surprised when you get the shit scared out of you.”

“Told you there was a ghost!” Corey repeated.

“Do you know anything about the ghost, Amber?” Sam asked.

She nodded. “Her name was Irene, and she was so beautiful. There's this gorgeous painting of her in the suite still. She had everything in the world, money, nice clothes, incredible jewelry, a doting husband.”

“So you minus the husband,” you said.

Amber laughed. “Basically. Anyways, her and her husband checked into the hotel many years ago, but only her husband checked out. It was days before the maids could get to the room to clean it. Something about being short-staffed at the time and nobody was able to get to cleaning the room for a while. Which was fine, since nobody had it booked for another month. But, when the maid finally came in to clean, there Irene was, cold and lifeless on the couch.”

“Did they ever find out what happened to her?” you asked.

“Oh, this is where it gets real dark. Irene’s husband had been cheating on her, and she found out during the trip. She threw him out and practically destroyed the room when he was gone. She was so mad, she threw this silver hairbrush at this gorgeous mirror and it shattered. The shards flew everywhere, and well...” Amber drew a line with her finger across her throat. “She never lived to see another day.”

“Holy shit,” Sam said.

“Well, good luck! You can just bring me the key back whenever you’re done.”

As Amber walked off, the rest of you made your way to Suite 613. Colby raised the key to unlock the door, but it slowly creaked open.

“Shit, I got chills brother!” Corey said, showing his arm to you.

“You always have chills.”

You all entered the room and your eyes immediately found the portrait of Irene. She was a young woman, probably not that much older than you guys, with hair done up in the classic forties victory rolls, red lipstick, and a pearl necklace and earrings. But, with the way the lights were all off, she did have a hidden, menacing tone to her. “Wow, Amber wasn’t kidding. She was beautiful.”

“Dude, look at the glass!” Jake said, pointing to the shards of glass on the floor.

“Wait, how long ago was this for them to not clean up?” you asked, but your question fell on deaf ears.

As soon as you mentioned the mess, the door slammed shut, causing all of the boys to start freaking out again. You rolled your eyes once more as they began to talk about how haunted this room was. Figures, they were just going to jump to conclusions without seeing what other possible things could have caused the door to shut.

They began to calm down again, and things went a bit more serious. Sam and Colby began making plans to come back that night at three in the morning for a seance. Corey, in typical fashion, was against it but was eventually coerced into doing it. Jake, of course, was already in, and so attention turned to you.

“Well, Y/N, are you in?”

You sighed. “Fine. But if y’all freak out just once or get chills, I’m dropkicking Corey into next week.”

“What? Why me?”

“If you weren’t the one who was haunted, those idiots wouldn’t so interested in this shit.”

“Hey!”

Later, close to three in the morning as storm raged on outside, you all had gathered outside of Suite 613. Sam and Colby had just finished with the intro and you all were about to head inside.

“You guys ready?” Sam asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” Corey said.

Sam laughed, then unlocked the door. You all filed in, letting Colby take the lead since he was filming. The lights were on this time, and you wondered who had turned them on. Had Sam and Colby come by earlier or something? Maybe they needed to set something up for the seance. After all, the round table that was previously propped up against the wall was now in the center of the room with candles in the center of it. Or maybe Irene wanted you guys to communicate with her and set this all up on her own.

You shook the thought out of you head as quickly as it came, instead focusing on Corey saying, “Oh, it’s not that scary in here now.”

At that, lighting cracked in the sky and all of the lights went out.

“Shit, never mind, it’s fucking terrifying in here,” Corey corrected himself.

“Do you think the ghost did that?” Colby wondered.

“Well now I wonder that!” Corey said, starting to freak out.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and turned on the flashlight. You shined it around for a moment before seeing the breaker box. You went over there, then flipped the switch to turn the lights back on. “Chill,” you said as the lights flickered on, “the storm just knocked out the lights. No ghost to be found here.”

“That we know of,” Sam said ominously. “Brother, do you got the EMF?”

Colby nodded, and pulled it out of his jacket pocket. He passed it to Sam, who turned it on and started walking around the room. As he passed by the mirror and the portrait of Irene, it immediately began to spike. He stopped there and began asking questions.

“Irene, are you here with us?” Sam asked. “If you are, make this flash to red.”

The reader jumped from green to red as soon as he finished the question.

“Brooo, I got chills!” Corey said, showing his arm to Colby who zoomed the camera in on it.

“One day I’m gonna get chills, and that’s how y’all are gonna know this is legit,” you said, earning a laugh from Jake.

“Dude, this is why the fans hate you,” Corey joked.

“I thought they hated me because I’m a woman breathing the same air as their lord and savior Colbert Robby Brock?”

Colby blinked, turning the camera to you. “Please...never call me that again.”

“Sorry, Mr. Robby Brock.”

Sam interrupted and said, “Could we get back to the questions? Irene, do you want to talk to us? If you do, show us a sign.”

Instead of looking at the EMF, all eyes turned to the portrait of Irene. What was once a stationary portrait began to...move? Irene moved ever so slightly, seemingly coming out of the portrait as she looked directly into the camera.

“Okay, bro, I got chills now,” you said.

“Well, I guess now is as good a time as ever to start the seance,” Sam said, moving to the table where he set the EMF reader down.

Corey started to follow, looking down at his phone. “Dog, wait a second, it’s 3:01 now.”

“So?” Sam asked.

“That portrait just did that freaky thing at exactly 3:00. This room is fucking haunted!”

“Damn, we better start this seance now while things are getting freaky,” Colby said.

Colby set the camera up on a tripod as you all sat at the table. Once he was done with that, he took a seat between you and Jake. Sam went to light the candles, but as he moved the lighter near the wick, it ignited all on its own.

“Guess the spirit really wants to talk to us,” Jake joked.

“Can we just say we’re not home?” Corey asked.

“Nah, brother, we gotta do this,” Sam said. “Let’s all join hands.”

You all grabbed each other’s hands, and Sam continued, “Irene, please speak to us.”

As he said that, something began to shake your chair back and forth. “Holy shit, not like that Irene!”

Thunder rumbled in the sky. A series of lightning bolts flashed in the sky, and when the mini-fireworks ended, the flame on the candle went out. Jake began to shake, and the table began to rise. The EMF reader began going crazy, flashing from green to red to green to red nonstop.

Jake stopped shaking, an odd look in his eyes. He began to speak, but his voice was much higher, more feminine. “She’s heeeeeere!”

The table dropped back on the floor.

“Who’s dares to call me in the afterlife?!” not-Jake asked.

“Those bozos,” you said, pointing at Sam and Colby.

“Wow, great way to sell us out, Y/N,” Colby said.

“Are you the ghost of Irene?” Sam asked.

“Yes! My spirit is doomed to anguish in agony for allll eternity!” not-Jake said, moving erratically.

“Um, could we have our friend back please? We’re just gonna go, if that’s alright,” you said.

“YOU WILL BE SILENT!” not-Jake shouted.

“Oh, shit, sorry, forget I said anything.”

Corey got visibly upset. “What the hell’s your problem?”

“I WAS BETRAYED! AND SO I AM ANGRY!”

From behind Corey, a silver hairbrush flew across the room. From where, you didn’t have clue. It struck the mirror behind you, cracking it into even more pieces than before.

“Holy shit!” you said. “Please, just give us our friend back!”

“Jake’s GONE!” not-Jake said. Lightning flashed again, and when it was dark once more, Jake had disappeared from his seat.

Outside, the wind picked up and the doors to the balcony swung open. You got up quickly, shutting the doors before something freaky tried to get inside. When you turned, you locked eyes with the portrait of Irene. A sickeningly sweet smile twisted on her face and she reached out to grab you.

“You’ll never leave!” the portrait cried. “You’ll stay here with me forever!”

“Oh my god, I’m outta here,” Corey said, jumping from his seat.

He ran to the door, but when he tried to open it, the door knob fell out. He dropped it, it clattering loudly on the floor.

You were officially freaking out. You began hyperventilating, your heart racing a mile a minute in your chest. What the fuck had Sam and Colby got you guys into?

And then—

They started laughing.

The fuckers started laughing.

“What the hell are you laughing about?” you asked.

“Welcome to the prank war!” Colby said, taking the camera off the tripod to film yours and Corey’s reaction.

Meanwhile, Sam began flipping on the lights and Jake came out from a wardrobe he had been hiding in since he had “disappeared”.

“Dude what the hell?” Corey said. “That was fucking terrifying!”

You looked over at Corey, grinding your teeth together. “I know I said I was sticking to a stance of neutrality in this fucking war, but I think it’s time I toss my hat in the ring. You in, Corey?”

“After this shit show? Hell yeah,” Corey agreed. “Wanna go cook up the master plan?”

“I’d be more than happy to, Mr. Scherer.”

“Then shall we go, Miss Y/L/N?”

You linked arms with him. “We shall.”

You began to leave as Sam and Colby protested.

“Wait that wasn’t the plan!” Colby said.

You looked over your shoulder, winking. “What can I say? Welcome to the prank war, brother.”

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theblackbirdsgemimagines · 4 years

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Ramble away, cause I feel the twisted head rot, I kinda wanna see what you think about our bois. ~ a pocket sized dragon hops in excitement.

A POCKET SIZED DWAGOOOOOONNNN 😭💞💞💞 That’s so BLESSED, and tysm omg, I’m very glad to just spill out my barking on every boy, bc yEAH THE BRAIN ROT SKDHAKDB

THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL LOL

Everything I breathe ends up relating to TWST in some way, like at this point just let me take my friends, cousins, and pets, and of course Lulu and Seb, and I will have 1. A Gottdamned Harem, 2. So Many Children, and 3. NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Kwfhskdhjwek

Ok this is gonna be long bc I gotta cover all my boys, so rip lol.

Dorm Leads:

Riddle

GOD, my Fucking Baby, my CHILD, my SWEET BABY BOY, I’M 👁💧👄💧👁

I would die for him, beetch, he is PRECIOUS ♥️

He reminds me of how I feel Ciel would behave if S/O took the place as Sebastian’s contracee, too, so like 🥺 Lots of feels 😭

Is Son, I have adopted him now. If you mistreat him, don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again. I’ll FIGHT his MOM, don’t TEST me. I’m his new mom now. His BIRD mom. So proud of him, he’s like...one of the few that’s actually shown growth in canon after his overblot kshdkadjs

Leona

👁💧👄💧👁

.....I am a Mere Simp....

Ya’ll.... I swearh to ghOD I simped hard for Scar back when I was a wee thing, I did NOT expect to simp for him AGAIN LATER IN LIFE, what the FUCK aidhskdhskdj

Like shit bitch, damn, you may not be king of Afterglow honey, but you can be king of my heart if you wAnt to bb....

Leona: *smiles once, even if it’s smugly*

Me: *WEEPING* Look at hiiiiiiim!! My sunshine booooooy! 😭

Does this make me a furry

Probably

I am too Simp to Care Anymore

I HESITATED TO GET ATTACHED BC THIS BOY LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIN WOMANIZER IF I EVER SAW ONE, BUT HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND I WAS A GONNER SNDJAJDHSJ

FUCK

Call me a Herbivore again, bully me //SLAPPED

Azul

He secretly a lil shit sometimes, but tha’s ok, it’s mostly in a silly way, especially post overblot~ UvU

The sweetest bby everytime I read fanposts on him, like god, ah 💜💜💜 WHOMST COULD BULLY SUCH A CUTE CHUBBY OCTOBABY I’LL FIGHT ALL OF EM!! A sweetheart 10/10 would be his friend 💗 Not making contracts with him tho, lol

...ok maybe SOME after his overblot, but they’re able to be easily reversed now, so it’s way more chill andhsjdj

Kalim

FUCK!!!! F U C K!!!! BABYYYYYYY!!!! BABY!!!! I HAVE ADOPTED HIM IF YOU TOUCH HIM YOU D I E

He is literally so sweet, anytime anyone was like “you’re so nice it’s annoying” I WAS READY TO COME FLYING IN TO BITCH SLAP THEM LIKE AJDHSKDHSJ (even if I also loved them lol)

Like NO you are WRONG whfksjd

He has also grown so much, and I am proud ♥️🧡

Vil

Jesus Christ, canon Vil is Hurting Meeeeee ajdhskdhsj

My fave fanon Vil is the one that recognizes all different types of beauty, though~ uvu and is v encouraging to anyone that may be struggling with self hatred 💜

Canon: Vil is pretty~.

Me: Wow, wtf???? He IS so pretty... How rude I didn’t think you were serious! Wow him??? Pretty??? Wow??? Wow...

Idia

I’m not sure yet, as I haven’t seen him very often, but of the few times that I have: BIG same, huge mood, and Me FUCKING Too, goddamn akdhakdj

Idia is my Anxiety and Anime Nerd personified tbh lol

What Ortho is to him are what all my comfort characters are to me, honestly.

Like what would you like bby, you want that singing voice?? Ok here comes a synthesizer just special for you~. Ily, mwah~ u3u 💕

Malleus

HEAVY BREATHING

Ok maybe it’s just the lack of story/info out on him yet, but I don’t currently simp as hard for him compared to Leona, I’ll admit jajdkajd

BUT BOY HOWDEY DO I EVER STILL S I M P...

He Is Baby... And I Lob Him....

I am going to smooch those horns and forehead crown of beautiful scales 🖤🖤🖤 I am going to do it!!!! Here I go!!!

HE CAN HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND TAMAGATCHI DATES HE WANTS I’M- 😭

This man is too precious for words, and I have so much childhood nostelgia to ‘enchanted’ woods, and being in the mountains, so he has Old Fae Friend vibes to me~🖤

DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON F-

Ngl I ship him and Leona a lil bit lol

No, not just bc that makes a poly with my two faves easier, but that is a bonus factor jadhajdj

Vice Dorm Heads:

Trey

Oh my god, the Daddy to my Mommy with all these newly adopted lil kids of ours, ya know??? What a wholesome sweetie and funny lil shit jahdksdh~

I love him, I would gladly make tarts with, AND for him 💚💚💚

The kind of boi who I’d ship HARD with anyone he started dating bc My God it would warm my heart So Much 💞💞

Ruggie (unofficial but may as well be at this point lol)

He took a while to grow on me kadhskdhsj

But I think he’d be a sweet, if a trouble-maker of a friend to have~.

Dank you for taking care of my sweet lion bby, honey, I’m sure Farrena is a sweetheart, but boi I hope he gets his shit together to fix up where Ruggie lives 😭

I think if I met his granny, I’d CRY jadhajsh 💗💗

Leech Twins (?)

Idk if they’re vice leaders, but who cares lol

THESE are the older Big Brothers in every sense of the word. (My canon ages most everyone up just a bit, save for Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Cheka, and anyone already 20+)

The ANNOYING older big brothers, lol.

The ones that hug you to death (Floyd), or use you for an arm rest (Jade), and specifically Do the thing you asked/told them NOT to Do.

This is fine with me tho, I’m an only child, please give me the experience of annoying older brothers lol 💙💚

Jamil

I used to hate you bby, I’m so sorry akdhskdhs

I’ve adopted him now, and I’m v proud he’s trying, but making clear what his boundaries are, and trying to come out of a shell he was made to be in for so long 😭

AND HIS DANCING IS SICK LIKE HONESTLY I’M SUCH A PROUD MOM 💗💗💗

Rook

God. FUCKING Rook, lol.

IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU, but I also kinda wanna be your friend akdhakdjs

HE CONCERNS ME but he also seems nice and v sweet sometimes, lmao

Blz don’t stalk me tho 😬

STOP SHOOTING YOUR ARROWS AROUND SCHOOL YOU BLOODY HEATHEN FRENCH PRISS, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Also, if he DARES hunt cute animals around me, especially BIRDS, I am going to GRIP him jahdkahdsk

He’s like if Lord Druitt was a Little More Nice and a Little Bit Less Creepy ajdhak

Lilia:

GOD.

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GRANDPA.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS FUCKING. GRANDPA.

I absolutely hc him as nonbinary w/masc pronouns, I absoLUTELY do.

I adore him, I love him, I haven’t gotten a squish (hardcore desire to be someone’s friend, lol) this hard for a character since AngelDust, I-

Pwease be nonbinary friends with me, Lilia 🥺

THE ONLY PERSON HERE SHORTER THAN ME, BUT I’LL TAKE IT AJDHAKDHJS

Anyone know Corpse and how he plays Among Us? That’s how I see Lilia playing his video games with friends and I JUST I JUST I J U S T

The Spencer to your Carly.

He and Crowley are free to compete as Dad with me too like honestly kshdkadjjs

He’ll always be granpa tho uvu 💚💖🖤

Extras:

Ace

God, the Fucking Annoying Middle Brother that pranks you ALL THE DAMN TIME, but I love him andhakdhsk

Deuce

THE BROTHER THAT WILL BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES 💙💙💙 SWEET BABY BOY

The Josh to Ace’s Drake. The Cody to Ace’s Zack. The Freddie to your Carly and Ace’s Sam.

If he and Ace started dating, tho, I would CRY.

But regardless who they end up dating, it’ll be slow burn friends to lovers, and literally the most adorable shit to watch EVER 💞💞💞😭

Cater

Seems Like A Womanizer But Actually Drinks His Reapect Women Juice And We Stan That 🧡

Can always count on him to help tou get the best Magicram shots, bless you Cater 🧡🧡

Also rly wanna be his friend, ngl 😭 Even IF he pranks me a lot kadhakdhsj

Jack:

H E AV Y BR EA T H IN G

Ngl my feelings for him are in the air IDK IF I WANNA SMOOCH OR NOT YET I JUST KNOW I LOB HIM HE GOODEST BESTEST BOY 💛💛💛😭

If all three Savannaclaw bois got in a cuddle pile with me, I would Not Be Mad

How can I give this boy love, tell me and I will Do It

Gift him all the cacti’s he WANTS💛

God he drinks that respecc women juice bright and early on his run every morning, you KNOW he does 💛💛💛

I wawnt to pet his ears an tail an fwuffy wolf form 😭

I WAWNT TO SEE THE BOY SMILE AND BE HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sebek

CHILL CHILL CHILL CHILL CH-

He is a v devoted guard tho, we love to see it UvU

I don’t have more info on him hekdhskdj but his fanmade content seems v v sweet~ 💚

Silver

HE ATTRACTS BIRDS AND I CRY ABOUT IT PLEASE BE MY FRIEND AND TEACH ME HOW 🥺🥺🥺

Him being raised by Lilia and Malleus literally gives me so much Fucking Seratonin....... God 💞💕💗💗💞💞💗💗💕💞

Ortho

IS BABY????? IS BABY!!!!!! I’M LOVE HIM I’M ADOPTING HIM IS BABYYYYYYY 💙💙💙💙💙

Cheka:

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He is so FUCKING CUTE what the FUCK!

Leonaaaaaaa... 🥺 Your NEPHEWWWWW 😭

I might steal him from Farrena tbh, lIKE MY CHILD NOW~ 🧡🧡

I just sob and hug him every time I see him honestly 😭

Teachers:

Dire Crowley

Ohhhhhh god oh god oh god

Be my dad. Please. Be my dad. PLEASE be my dad. Ya’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. Please adopt me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

This man as a father gives me so much dopamine and oxytocin and seratonin??? I have been weeping for WEEKS, please adopt me, Sir

Fathers with zero braincells being wrapped around a daughter’s little finger makes me so weak, and I am just here with Daddy Issues like ajdhakdhsj BLEASE ADOPT ME MISTER BIRD MAN

Crewel

Ew.

Forgive me, I haven’t seen much content with him in it/that could be considered wholesome, bUT JADHWKDJSJ

UncoMFORTABLE

Please keep the kink talk out of the classroom, S I R

Call me puppy one more time, see what happens, I’m not scared to fight a teacher akdhakdhsj

Trein

The Dad Figure that tries to be the stern part to Crowley’s blumbering kahdkqrhsjdj

Don’t feel as much attachment to him emotionally, but I like him~

Just let me pet your cat sometimes and give you holiday presents, and we’re cool~ ♥️

Vargas

Found the womanizer //SMACKED

And of course, I can’t forget Grim~!

He’s grown on me, and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in the room, and then myself 😭

I will pet and snuggle and hold him all he wants and feed him all the tuna his heart desires uvu 💙

#THIS TOOK A LONG TIME FORGIVE ME JADHSKDHSKDH #MY PHONE WAS LAGGING IN TYPING AFTER A WHILE I WAS LIKE KEEP GOIN BESSY ANDHSJJD #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst vice dorm leaders #dire crowley #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #asks #answered #THANK YOU FOR GIVIN ME MORE OF AN EXCUSE JSADBJASDN #<3 <3

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zackmartin · 3 years

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1) I’m really sorry about your loss, if you need anything at all I’m here for you so don’t hesitate to reach out

2) What are some things Felix and Izzy might do that are similar to Henry or Zack that would prompt a ‘that reminds me of when your dad’ and then the story behind it?

Thank you 💕💕 obviously the situation itself isn't okay, but I'm okay. Honestly a lot of it is just. Pure shock. Like, she was younger than me. I mean, I'm hurt too, but I'm dealing. 💖💖

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS!! okay, so. I know this isn’t exactly what you’re asking, but kinda, but there’s this running joke between Henry and Zack and their extended fam (and this is a Found Family Only Zone, so not only do I mean Piper and Cody but I also mean Jasper, Char, London, Maddie, etc) where, whenever Izzy gets into trouble, someone will look at Zack and say "well, she is your daughter." Like, say she gets in trouble at school one day, and Hen and Zack get called down there for a meeting to discuss it, and they’re in the car and Zack just makes some comment like “I’m pretty sure this is the third time in two weeks we’ve been called down to the principal’s office” and Henry will just smile and go “well, she is your daughter.” (one time zack just goes “How come when she does something good she’s our daughter, but when she does something wrong, she’s mine?”) Or, Zack’s telling Cody she can’t go to the science museum with him and Felix some afternoon because she snuck out to go to a friend’s house at like midnight the weekend before, even though both of her dads already told her no so Cody will just shrug and go, “she’s your daughter”

But, sometimes Hen will flip it too, like he comes home one day and Izzy’s engrossed in something so Hen asks Zack what’s going on and Zack goes “she found out this girl in her class has never had a birthday party so we’re planning a surprise party for her. Izzy’s idea. Where do you think she comes up with this stuff?” and Hen will just get this adoring smile and go “She’s your daughter”

And on Henry’s side with Izzy, one BIG similarity between them, is she really really wants to be a superhero. She feels like she’s been given powers for a reason and she wants to use them to help people. (and she will, no matter how much her dads might protest 👀) Also, Izzy has Henry’s sarcasm and dry humor.

lmao this is just traits they share rather than specific stories, I’m sorry aslkdfj

And with Felix, it’s a lot more subtle. Like, there’s not really some specific instance that makes them go “this reminds me of the time your dad..” but more like. He has a lot of Henry’s mannerisms, like if they’re sitting at the kitchen table or something and they’re doing their own thing but they’ll be sitting in like, the exact same way, and they might move to take a drink or something but they’ll move at the same time, in the same way, and Izzy and Zack will just look at each other like “😳” because it’s almost eerie to watch sometimes but alskjdf If you took Henry’s soft traits and amplified them, that’d be Felix, so Felix is kinda like Henry’s mini me, and sometimes Zack will call him that to Henry.

and on Zack’s side with Felix, Felix has Zack’s sense of humor, especially with the puns, so sometimes he’ll make a joke and Henry and Izzy are groaning but Zack’s laughing and then Hen will look at Zack and just be like “that was a you joke”

#asks #misty tag 🌙#izzy hartin #felix hartin #zenry #zenryverse #oh boy I made myself soft!

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welcometotheocverse · 3 years

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For the ask game: How the writers would do Kit dirty?

- anotherhystericalqween

@anotherhystericalqween

OOF okay um

They would flanderize him to hell and back like I call him a himbo and he does have dumbass moments but like...idk if I can explain it right except that it would be how they did Zack in Sweet Life Of Zack And Cody or from what i hear Banarby Lee from HPHM where it would become his only trait and also they would continue to exaggerate it and it’d basically just...be so bad.

They would have his “these damm rich people” sentiment be called some kinda bias instead of it being “I grew up with a mother who worked as a maid and programs closing in my school due to funding and holy shit this school could fit my mother’s house and probably half my town and also seem to be unaware that looking down/mistreating people with less money is....what..what's the word..ohyeah Bad.”

Would he even be alllowed to criticize the aforementioned damm rich ppl?

He wouldn’t have the emotional intelligence to balance out Rory’s academic intelligence.

Him not caring about school or having Cs would either be made into the butt of every joke or something bad.

They wouldn’t touch on the fact that part of the reason he doesn’t care that much about school is that he’s seen Rory panic about a B and sorta went “yeah not me”

He would lose a lot of his depth/be reduced to the dumb jock stereotype or worse the “family failure” god that hurts to even write kjdsf protect my bby

No way would he be out and proud they’d probably make straight sdhflksd i wanna fight someone.

Luke and Zack and all the others would probably still make gay jokes and either Kit would be told narratively to get over them/not mind/be made seen as sensitive for disliking them/having any reactions or worse, would just not acknowledge them as bad. ( again this is assuming they let him be gay)

No way would he call out Richard’s constant emotional abuse of Lorelai, or if he did he’d be made to forgive it even though Richard himself never says he’s sorry which Kit would also probably not call out bc ASP doesn’t know emotional abuse even when it’s staring her in the face or she’s writing it.

He would also somehow miraculously be oaky with Richard’s emotional abuse of him.

They’d probably pit him and Rory against each other “for the drama” over Rory wanting Christopher to visit more and him not wanting him to instead of...yknow “both Rory and Kit are valid for having different feelings about their absent father and neither is right or wrong or it’s Complicated. And both of them understand each other’s feelings or at least try to and try not fight about it”

God the way I’m getting heated and this is just an ask game lol.

They’d make him have some level of toxic masculinity like any other guy in that show.

They’d make him and Rory having separate social circles to mean they aren’t close instead of “they have their own social circles but are still each other’s no.1 friend”

Just....don’t let ASP touch my boy just don’t.

send me an oc and i’ll tell you how the writer(s) would do them dirty if they were canon

#about Kit #Kit Gilmore #Gilmore Girls ocs #my ocs #ask games

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destressjournal · 3 years

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DCOM Rankings #82: The Suite Life Movie

Oh boy oh boy oh boy....what has this franchise done to my boys?!

So I’m gonna be frank, this just wasn’t that great. Not the worst thing that I’ve ever seen, but not great.

To unpack all the context behind this movie, I LOVED Suite life of Zack and Cody as a kid. Like that was one of my favorite shows growing up. I remember it came out I think in 2005 or 6? A few years after Friends ended because cole sprouse was in that. So I was like 10. Still young enough to shamelessly enjoy Disney channel. Anyway, when that show ended and the spin-off began, I was a little skeptical because Maddie and a few other cast members weren’t going to be part of it. And that made me sad. But I was good with the new characters they brought on. I’m glad at least London and moseby were still part of it. I didn’t watch that much of the final season. I swear every good (or decent) sitcom on Disney channel at the time was unplugged at the same time. Something in the spin-off had really changed the tone of the show and i guess it didn’t really strike the same chord with me even though I was only a little bit younger than the twins were.

But in the end it was still nostalgic because it’s the suite life! and that’s how the movie was with me too, I don’t remember if this was the true finale to the show or if the final episode was considered the finale. But either way, it kind of went out with a sizzle and not a bang.

I wanted to explain that I didn’t like the spin-off in general as much because it explains why I didn’t like the movie as much either.

Let’s get to my favorite part: the flaws! ✨

- the whole execution of the premise could have been done on a slightly more epic scale. The premise itself is fine, but I felt that it needed more, like more of an adventure and not just being stuck in one facility for most of the movie. Maybe that’s just me but it’s the first thing I noticed.

-the kinda lame writing, when it comes to the script. I think these might be the same writers from the series but I’m not positive and I too lazy to check. I didn’t laugh at most of the jokes and the script and the things that the writers have the characters do seems a little childish for their age...?

-to go off of this. Dylan and Cole (btw my phone automatically capitalized the names lol is my phone a fan?) have clearly grown out of these roles. If they would have kept this up any longer it would have been just embarrassing. I compare these two to Drake and Josh all the time and the response to this might be “but drake and josh are clearly so much older for their roles. Why do you like them better?” It’s simple. Zack and Cody (again with the capitalization of these names haha) started out the series as kids, and the formula worked for them as kids. Oh my god the first series was fantastic. “How do you lose a woman?!” “You forget to cherish her” and “honey, you missed auburn big time” were such iconic lines. And then the characters aged up and none of their adventures seemed apprporiate anymore, and putting them on the boat I guess was a smart move in a way but it just changed the whole dynamic of the show.

ANYWAY, drake and josh already started their show off as teenagers and were teenagers through the rest of the show. the dynamic was more or less the same. I remember nerdstalgic doing a brief video on why drake and josh is better than anything on Disney channel at the time is because it’s just two step brothers with no gimic and they literally act more like real teenagers would. Zack and Cody still behaved like they were in preschool. And that’s clearly shown in the movie as well.

I think that was the biggest problem of the movie, at least with the main characters. You could just tell the twins were kinda done with these roles. And I’m glad the show ended about here and the boys got to do other roles later on. (Btw Dylan voices yozora in kingdom hearts and it literally sounds 0 like him and it’s actually really scary). I’ve also heard that Cole likes to cosplay and stuff (I guess more casually) but they both seem like pretty down to earth guys.

-Sorry keep getting off topic. Another flaw in the movie is the side character dynamic. London really only has mr moseby to bounce her comedic tone off of. Bailey is straight up annoyingly this movie. She spends 90% of it bitching about Cody while we the audience knows exactly what situation Cody is in, and it’s just not funny. Woody doesn’t do anything besides being a 2nd comedic relief even though London is perfectly fine in that role. And again Bailey is just a girl version of Cody. The only interesting characters were the ones from the original suite live show and they weren’t even that good in it. It’s basically nostalgia fueling my interest in them.

-lastly the ending just kinda happened, I think it was definitely because this wasn’t considered the finale of the whole show so the conclusion was more so “everything is back to normal as if nothing happened” which is ehhh. But whatever.

Those were the biggies. Here are some salvageable things though:

- the premise itself was kinda cool. Like the idea of Zack and Cody being trapped on a twin island with a mad scientist doing experiments on them. It wasn’t executed very well but at least the premise was interesting enough to keep me wondering what would happen next.

- again, many of the characters are nostalgic for me so it is easier for me to enjoy the movie when I already know and like the characters overall.

-while I didn’t laugh at many of the jokes, there were some zingers in there that made me laugh or at least a little chuckle, so I gotta give it a point there

-the story flowed pretty nicely, it didn’t seemed rushed or dragged on for too long. The twist villain I predicted but the way it was revealed was something I didn’t quite expect. And I didn’t realize he was on the ship at the very beginning of the movie, so like I thought that was creepy.

I don’t know if I have any more stuff to say so I’m just gonna go ahead and grade. I’m debating on whether to give this a minus or a neutral score and I just kept thinking “if someone wanted to watch this with me for whatever reason, would I object? And yeah I kinda would, there’s not too much good going for this movie. And honestly the original show should have had a proper finale and just left it at there. So B- everybody! Still a B movie but not one that I will really watch again. At least not willingly.

Okay next one is another fan favorite and I’m pretty excited to visit this one again, considering I was just about to turn 16 when this came out and was like “DCOMS are for babies” so I don’t remember if I actually liked it or not. See you soon!

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gevejsbvdj · 3 years

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Fine. Pt 1

Okay. I did NOT want to do this. I don’t want it to look like I’m trying to start something. When I made the announcement post, I thought that would be it. But a lot of you got really angry and reeeeally bitter about it, suspiciously enough. I am actually hoping that after I post this, I get an explanation and an apology. I tried to explain to these people time and time again about how I was hurt by this situation but they refused to listen. So here I am, spelling it the fuck out. Also, this account is dead anyways and i am so tired of keeping this to myself. I can’t do it anymore.

That’s enough preamble for now, I’ll make more notes at the end. Let’s get onto the “situation” that was the final straw for me and inspired my complete leave.

For comprehension purposes, this took place in the Crackerbox Palace discord server.

For a warning, I’m pretty theatrical when stressed. If I joke here I’m sorry. I’m going to hold back on the humor.

CW: mentions of sexual abuse, pedophilia, racism, and seizures. You have been warned.

It sounds disgustingly simple, but when I joke about this (to myself, because it’s better than crying about it), I say that me having a seizure was the cause of this all. It isn’t really, but- let me explain.

I was alone, and I was chatting with the people in the server when suddenly- I just felt fucking weird. Initially, I was like “oh what the hell” until I realized that the weird sensation was actually familiar. It’s what people who have seizures call an “aura” or a “ting”, and it’s a numbing, buzzing sensation that’s kind of like an alarm bell that lets your body know what’s about to go down. And I have a habit (you can decide whether it’s good or bad) where I feel like I have to tell anyone around me that I’m going to have a seizure as SOON as I recognize the aura. Well like I said, I was alone. There was no one physically around me that I could tell, but I already had the chat open, fingers on my keyboard, I typed: I think I’m gonna have a seizure. Something like that. And I did. Don’t worry, I’m fine now. The older I get, the less extreme my seizures are for the most part. I got a splitting headache for the next two days, but we’re getting it checked out! This is only context for what happened next.

After that happened I eventually came to and as soon as my senses were recollected and my memory came back, I felt so embarrassed that I told my friends who I thought were super cool that I had a SEIZURE. But I noticed that Ley and Emma (in their genuine concern) were discussing seizures and how dangerous they could be, and was wondering if I was okay. I was honestly so relieved they weren’t laughing or anything like that. Vulture then responded saying “hey can you censor the word seizure, it’s a trigger.”, and so Ley and Emma did so. I was confused by this because I thought Vulture was saying it’s MY (me, a person who has them regularly) trigger, or that they were saying it was a trigger in general? I soon found out that it was a term on our “blacklist”, which makes sense.

So In our server, we had a channel (the prior mentioned blacklist channel) where people can suggest words and phrases to avoid. Phrases/topics that make you very uncomfortable, triggering, etc. Someone suggested that the name “Zack” be blacklisted because it’s the name of someone that manipulated them. And no, not Zach like me Zach, but Z-A-C-K, you know? Anyways, sometimes the sheltered southerner in me jumps out, and someone asking for that name to be blacklisted rocked my world! Even more so that the admins I worked with were willing to blacklist it. I thought, wait all this time I could have asked you all to blacklist a NAME that upsets me? I didn’t know I could do that. Never have I ever been in an environment where something like a name could be avoided to ensure my comfort. While THAT was what I was thinking, when I went to type it in the chat, it did not come off that way to vulture. Here’s what I said:

Vulture took what I said wrong, which is totally fair. Words fail me as they do everyone else, and looking back, I could have done better in explaining what I felt. I’m not blaming them for the misunderstanding, and I'm not even blaming me that much. It happens, man. But what got to me, was them accusing me of belittling or more so INVALIDATING the trigger. Me, someone actually has seizures, invalidating someone being triggered by them. Okay. Here was my response:

My response was unnecessarily snarky and I am still sorry for that. I thought I got better at thinking before speaking but it’s evident that it’s still something I need to work on. However, like I said I’ve never been one to accept it when someone’s trying to have an attitude with me. And no I’ll be the first to say that Vulture wasn’t explicitly rude to me, but I was gobsmacked that someone was trying to tell me how traumatic seizures are and accused me of invalidating them after I just said that I have them frequently. And that even after I explained what I meant, I was still met with an accusing response. Can you imagine if I went up to a homeless man and said “you have no right to invalidate my trauma with homelessness. I read matchbox girl.” Like okay? Also, yes that mod chat had a history with taking everything I said as aggressive or belligerent, hence my telling them to stop that. I was always met with a dismissive and antagonistic response. Remember that. I will get back to that.

Because of Vulture’s immature response, I removed them as chat admin. Do I regret it? Halfway, yes. I should have pulled them to the side and spoke with them about what they did. But looking back on that, after seeing the things they’ve posted today? It’s probably for the best that they weren’t a part of the admin team.

Andy (also known as shadowylemon here) and Cody are partners who also helped me run the server. They were admins,obviously. Andy asked me why I removed Vulture as Admin. I explained to him why, very civilly with the help of one of my friends because my response almost WASN'T. And to be frank, I ignored most of what he said because again I was being made to be the evil villain and I wasn’t being heard. So I ignored him. Also I was on a call so I wasn’t going to break my brain listening to ten people at once. I was so tired, my seizure happened like only a couple days prior and my head was still affected.

I mulled over that whole ordeal for a bit until me and my friend (the same friend I mentioned earlier, who helped me with my response to Andy. Lenny. He also helped me mod there and was the original co-founder of the server) came to the conclusion that the mods were too young. We need an age limit. So I told them, like “hey you guys are fine for now but I think that in the future, we should start having the mods be older”.

At this point I’m super careful with the way I word things. I’m always like that to be honest, as a black (visual-wise, a female) female you learn real quick that you’re the angry one in every situation unless you learn to talk super duper civil. But I didnt think I had to be that way in THAT server, you know? I thought I was safe there. Apparently not. Anyway-

I was met with, again, an aggravated “how dare you” type response from Cody. Which was okay with me, still is. When you work with someone in a group, you’re not going to agree with them all the time. So we were having a pretty civil, short lived back and forth until I mentioned that we tone it down on blacklisting every word. I suggested earlier to blacklist the word “blue” to see how far they would take it and they literally blacklisted it. I didn’t get to say this then, but I’m actually against over censoring, even if it’s supposedly for someone’s mental health. I have ADHD, RSD, on the damn spectrum, all that good stuff, so don’t come for me. But if you’re wanting to avoid words like blue, or a very common name, that is not my responsibility. That is your therapist. The server had people in there who- well English wasn’t their first language, and adding more barriers to their language is, I feel, very inconsiderate.

Cody started to threaten to delete the blacklisting channel all together and was acting really panicky. AGAIN (if I can find the screenshots, I will share) I was met with a very victimizing, whiny response. Like come on now. I told them to please do not make me the aggressor or I will leave.

No response.

So the rest of us were just getting ready to start a call and play some games until we noticed something.

Channels, titles and colors, and nearly everything was being deleted.

By who? Andy and Cody. This is just one screenshot. I wouldn’t include what’s over ten i have saved on my phone.

I was afraid that they got hacked and was being made to delete them. Until I thought “wait...it’s funny how they’re the only mods that are being ‘hacked’ while the rest of us were left alone. RIGHT after I just had a disagreement with them. Oh my god is this a tantrum.” The server then echoed my concerns. Please don’t be a tantrum. We noticed they left and so I dmed Andy. I said “Why” and he blocked me. That confirmed that it was indeed a tantrum. A tantrum because I IMPLIED that they were being micro aggressive towards me. Alright.

Me and the server joined a sort of conference call where we discussed what happened and they asked me questions as well as talked about what our next move was. At the time, I thought I was being dramatic because my breathing was super labored, and my face was super hot, and my heart was pounding. I was furious. There was a tiny voice telling me that ‘hey, you’re mad because after you told them that you were uncomfortable and upset with them treating you like an unhinged angry person, they did all this shit’ but I ignored it.

That is a common theme with me. I know a lot of you think I’m using my race as a weapon and that I call everything racist, but I HATE calling things racial discrimination for that exact reason. I don’t wanna look sensitive, or get called a snowflake. I honestly used to be a self-loathing black person, and you could hurl slurs at my face and I’ll excuse it. My friend group in the 9th grade was mainly racist white people. I’m so glad I grew out of that nonsense but damn some of that toxic mentality stuck with me to the point I never wanted to acknowledge when someone was biased against me.

I mean, how could it be any more clear? Do I think that Andy and Cody are racist? Of. Course. Not. I think that’s why a lot of you got so mad at me when you realized that what you did was microaggressions rooted in racial bias. Because you thought I was calling you a RACIST. I’ve had white people who will march with me during protests say and some really off-putting shit the next day. You can be an ally and make mistakes. You’re not perfect. I’m not perfect. None of us is. You have to allow yourself to make errors, and be confronted. Running away cursing and kicking rocks just tells me that you don’t want to listen to black people.

But anyway, we attempted to move on from the childish ordeal and I enlisted the help of new people to help me mod since we were short two, and could have used the help anyway.

We were doing alright, really. One day, though, Joane messaged me saying that Vulture wanted to apologize and wanted to talk. And I was like great now's the perfect time to talk to them like I should have the first time, but wrongly didn’t. So I told Joane to dm me.

Well, Joane sent me a screenshot of some of hers and Vultures conversation.

As you can see I initially did feel willing to apologize and speak to vulture. Because like I said earlier, my snarky response was UNNECESSARY. However, Joane joining in the discussion with her “I can’t understand him which frustrates me lmao” peeved me. As did Vulture acting like I’m unhinged. While I didn’t need to make the “imma blacklist lmao and lol since it bothers you so much” comment at ALL, it wasn’t that deep….at all. Vulture has a habit of virtue signalling too. Their comment “I’m patient and forgiving” is an example.

While I was annoyed initially, I soon felt pretty hurt that Joane would say that about me behind my back? It made me wonder if there was more she didn’t show me. Joane was a really good friend and I loved her a lot so I was extra sensitive about it. I’ve never spoken ill about her behind her back.

Now, this is a recurring theme in this post but let me say now: I am aware that no one is OBLIGATED to treat me a certain way because I was nice to them. Of course not. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt? Talking negatively about someone isn’t a problem, but having them think you’re their friend while doing so is. You know? It’s very deceiving, but in Joane’s case, only slightly deceiving.

So I just didn’t speak to her for a bit. I was already annoyed at having to re-build my server because of a couple of teenagers having a tantrum, as well as things that were happening in my personal life. Also, the news was no damn help at all, you all know. But I didn’t speak to her for the rest of the day and I...I hated it haha. I don’t like avoiding people when I’m frustrated, and after I saw what happened with Vulture when I did the same thing, I should know better. Plus I felt bad. Joane was still a friend, and I wanted to get to the bottom of things.

I’m not going to include every little screenshot and whatnot, but I messaged her like hey what’s up let’s finish our discussion. Because I thought that at that point, I had my head screwed on a bit better.

During our discussion, I eventually showed Joane me and vultures conversation, and she acted astonished that Vulture didn’t show her all the context, and even said that they were being irrational. This was after I told her that after everything Andy and Cody did, they made a server with Vulture to which she informed me that she was aware, and she was invited. Honestly, at the time I didn’t think vulture was being irrational. While I said it’s no excuse, PTSD can make us say and do pretty wild things, and calling someone like that irrational feel like ableist language.

So me and Joane had a little moment. I apologized to her, and she apologized to me.

I was sure that after we both had our respective breaks, that we would be good to continue our friendship like normal. Just a bump in the road. It happens

That was until I got a certain anon from Vulture.

She asked me why we were done, but when I went to ask her “what in the world did you say to them” she blocked me.

Sorry I keep showing me messaging them, I just don’t wanna get lied to or something again.

I was really sad about that. I went to bed, and when I woke up, I was still sad. Joane was telling me one thing, and Vulture another thing. She was changing her opinion on a person depending on who she was talking to. It was dizzying and disingenuous and I didn’t even get to talk it out with her because she blocked me. Which was really suspicious. She told me that she would be taking a break from the server and that she still respected me as a friend, but went to vulture and told them that I treated her like SHIT, or at least acted enough like a victim to make them accuse me of that. I’m sorry, but where in the world did I do that? If me confessing to someone that they hurt me is the same thing as treating them like shit, then fuck man a lot of us are assholes.

Wow, look at me treat her like shit. Absolute garbage right?

I wasn’t even being completely honest to Joane about my feelings for that reason. Because of accusations like this. Another instance of someone taking literally me being normal and civil as being AGGRESSIVE. Vulture, I’m sorry for accusing you of utilizing white girl tears. I accused the wrong person. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.

I went to our #vent channel on the server and told whoever was online and whoever was listening about the whole ordeal, and how HURT I felt because I was literally played by this girl. And I was accused of basically being abusive. Treated her like shit? Cmon man…

But another user in the server, as it turns out, had a similar experience with Joane, and provide in-depth screenshots. Which made me even madder, so we kept venting about the situation.

Also, because of a couple of dms, and because the more I ranted, the more pained I got, I felt compelled to say the following, NOW LISTEN CLOSELY:

I first prefaced my concerns by saying “I AM BY NO MEANS CALLING JOANE A GROOMER”. That was fucking useless of me to say because- okay I’m getting ahead of myself.

So I was saying (and in hindsight, I shouldn’t have. I know. But like I said, it was in the heat of the moment and I got a dm that made me feel bad) that it was strange how as soon as someone young and innocent was present, Joane would cling to them in an obsessive way. I’m not the only one who noticed that, and even one of the younger users in question agreed to my statement.

Listen fucking closely. I don’t think Joane is a sexual predator at ALL. That’s why I had that warning before I said anything in the chat. I do, though, think that if you’re a grown adult and you’re obsessed with being friends with people who are as young as 14, that it’s concerning, not in a sexual way, but in a power dynamic way. I’m only 19 and I honestly don’t get older people who become besties with much younger people. I was “friends” with the users as well, but I was a mentor/brother/dad more than anything. Do you understand? When I was 15, I’ve had people who were 20 and older become my friend and dump their adult problems onto me, as well as expect adult reactions and responses out of me. It was stressful and damaging and I did not want that happening to anyone else, especially the younger people in the chat. Okay? Okay.

That being said, my protectiveness is a major flaw of mine. Oh my god, do I take it too far sometimes, man. I didn’t want really young teenagers (13-16) to have a serious relationship with an adult because of what happened to me, and I didn’t want Joane to play and hurt anyone else the way she did me and my other friend. So I went into the announcements channel and told the users to read what we’ve been saying in regard to Joane and come up with your own decision. I did not have to do that, I can sit here and say that the things that transpired the past few days really took a toll on me whatever blah blah blah. But I could have kept it in vent, really. And the dumb thing is, that before I sent that message in announcements, I was literally telling myself that THIS is a bad idea. GOD, Zach. But I was at work, it was the last day before holidays started, and I was feeling super protective and I wasn’t thinking and- well yeah.

During all of this, I was having a conversation with vulture in Tumblr dms. I gathered the courage to finally dm them after receiving the anon. That conversation was on my old Tumblr, so I don’t have a screenshot of the key points, but I typed my starting message in notes, and this is what I said:

“Hi vulture. I don’t want to be here for long but I just wanna ask: why? You accused me of invalidating a trigger and even after I told you that’s not what I meant you still went off on me? You’re mad at me about an inaccurate perception and it really upset me. I’ve been terrified of talking to you specifically because I’ve been dealing with micro aggressions from you, Andy, and Cody and it’s really been wearing me down. And when I told Andy and Cody about their treatment of me, they deleted shit from my server and leave? How do you think that makes me feel as a black person? Makes me never want to talk about my feelings ever again out of the fear of being antagonized. I’m sorry I was snarky towards you, if you didn’t like my remark about “lmao” and “lol”. I agree it was immature. But don’t forget you came at me first. If you’re willing to further discuss this with me then great, which I am sure you are seeing that you asked me to on anon. I finally gathered the courage to contact you so let’s do this.”

We had a brief conversation. Vulture dismissing my microaggressions concerns but really- it happens so much that at that point I was so numb to it. Also a little bit “it’s not about your race. Remember when I…” more virtue signalling. Bleh. But after all, I did thank them for actually wanting to talk to me. Andy didn’t wanna do it. Cody didn’t wanna do it. Joane didn’t want to. Vulture did. And I appreciate that to this day, after everything. I can always admire that about someone.

It ended prematurely because of me. I was at work and got distracted by that as well as by what happened in the server next.

Emma sent a pretty long message basically calling all of us out for “bullying Joane” and talking ill of her behind her back, as well as announcing that she would be leaving the server and that we should all be ashamed of ourselves. This was right after someone confessed that Joane made him feel uncomfortable with constant flirting. I admitted that I should not have put the message In announcements, but guys.

I went off. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was sick of trying to be docile and sweet. I didn’t care if I would be portrayed as the angry black again I DID NOT CARE. Bullying Joane? Me talking about how she hurt me is bullying? Let’s look up what that means.

Yeah okay. That’s incorrect usage, right? I didn’t even call Joane names. I didn’t persistently harass her. I spoke about what she did to me in distaste, but I was done with her as a friend at that point, and she knew that, so was not going behind her back. I wasn’t being predatory towards her. And I definitely wasn’t being AGGRESSIVE or BLUSTERING. Emma was using broad pronouns and terms (you guys, you all, etc) but I knew she was talking about me, as I was the most prominent in my venting about Joane due to my situation with her happening just yesterday. I sent the most messages, I- while wrong in doing so- posted the announcements. That message primarily was directed towards me. When I say that microaggressions tear you down, it tears you THE FUCK down.

That being said, I did cuss Emma out (she wasn’t present when I went off, but still) and cussed out everyone who agreed with her. I was so blinded by rage and hurt I don’t even remember at all what I said. One line that sticks out to me though is “y’all saw a white girl crying and thought oh man we can’t have that” and that’s a mantra I’ve repeated a couple of times when I find myself in scenarios such as this one.

But- I do regret going off like that. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t justified slightly, though. I don’t expect any of you to understand completely what I went through, but please try. I regret going off like that, though. And I’m sorry.

I guess I was also upset because I was JUST in a good mood? I was literally singing to myself all happy and shit, but Emma’s inconsiderate message threw me off. It’s making me even more upset now that I know why she said that. She wasn’t the only person to tell me I should be ashamed of myself for manipulating (yes, MANIPULATING) Joane.

I dmed Emma in an attempt to fix things, but i gave up quickly. I was too raw with emotions anyways. So I mournfully told her that we probably should’t be friends anymore, to which she responded

Carelessly?...ouch.

From the moment Joane dmed me about Vulture, and the moment Emma sent that message, all of that transpired within three days. Three fucking days and THAT much happened. It was taking a toll on me, that’s not even counting Andy and Cody’s tantrum.

I was in a dark place, still am. I made a post saying that I was going to take a break from Tumblr and then made one saying that I was going to kill myself in the tags. Not exclusively because of all this, of course. So. Much. Bullshit. Happens to me on a daily basis. Abusive parents. Sexual assault. Racism that’s actually violent. Dying relatives. So much. I’m crying as I type this it’s just so much. In real life, I have no friends. Not even fake acquaintances. Yes, I cut off all those people because they were extremely toxic, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have literally no one. That server was my escape. Parents fighting? Open discord. Mental spiral? Discord is there. Just had a seizure? Don’t worry, you have friends. And now I don’t. And all because of some dumb shit that wouldn’t probably have happened if two kids didn’t get mad at ME because THEY were ignorant. I know it’s not good to rely on a server to improve your mental health, but I couldn’t help it. I was desperate. And I really did think so highly of everyone in that chat. I loved them.

I received a couple asks that night saying that I don’t have to hurt myself, I’m loved, all that. Very kind messages. And right when I was going to delete the post (I was so embarrassed for posting it), I got a message from ley that read something like “I don’t agree with what you said at ALL but that doesn’t mean I want you to kill yourself or leave” something along those lines. I thought, really? You couldn’t just say you didn’t want me to leave and have it at that?

I really don’t want to make it seem like I posted something so graphic for attention, man. I can’t stand that manipulation tactic and I don’t want that harmful stigma about suicidal people to be encouraged.

But Ley’s message threw me off. Agree with what I...huh? Then it pissed me off

So I deleted my account. And fell off the face of the earth for 15 days.

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embracethecringeside · 4 years

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Embrace! When did you return? I've been taking a break myself so I haven't seen you! I've missed you! *hugs*

Lmao I am so sorry Opposites!! I came back real quick one day to make the Rick/ Suite Life of Zack and Cody joke one day THEN I returned for the amazing Phineas and Ferb: Candace Against the Universe then I was like

But I totally think I'm ready to be back 👀 and I'm so glad that you're back as well!!! I missed you and everyone so much!!! *Hugs*

💖💖✨

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foliea · 5 years

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Rules and Regulations - Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun Imagine

Paring: Dad!Tyler x Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Josh x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 2,434

Warnings: Terrible mother, F slur, mentions of tattoos (?)

Authors Note: Okay so the reader in this story is LGBT, and it is quite an important part of the story, so if you don’t feel comfortable reading that please feel free to skip this one. This is all around a really cute fic and I might turn it into a series if you guys want. The time skips are really inconsistent in this though, they’ll go from being a few minutes to being a few months. I might go back and add dates for those though. Anyways enjoy.

“Jenna, Caroline spilled her cereal!” I called upstairs.

“Just give me one second and I’ll clean it up!” She yelled from Hannah’s bedroom.

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Just a couple more days and I’ll be able to see Dad and Uncle Josh...” I muttered to myself.

“Y/N?” I looked down to see Caroline tugging at my leg. “Can I have more cereal?”

I looked to the table covered in Cheerio’s then looked at the clock on the stove. “How about I just make you a sandwich instead. It’s lunchtime anyways.”

She nodded excitedly. “Ham and mayo please.” She beamed.

“Of course.” I let out a little laugh while grabbing the jar of mayonnaise. “Alexa... Play Twenty One Pilots.”

“Playing songs by Twenty One Pilots.” Soon after Stressed Out came on.

“I love this song!” Caroline quickly jumped out of her seat, running over to me. “Will you sing with me?”

I let out a little laugh and started to sing the chorus.

“What’s this? Daddy’s music? Whose idea was that?”Jenna appeared in the kitchen, holding Hannah in her arms. Caroline quickly pointed to me. “Should have known.” Jenna let out a quick laugh.

“What can I say I’m a daddy’s girl.“ Laughing a bit at the nickname given to me.

Soon everyone had their lunch and we were all sat at the table. “When is daddy coming home?” Carolina asked breaking the silence.

“Two more months sweetie but we’re going to visit him soon.” Jenna smiled at her daughter, but the disappointment was obvious. Everyone missed seeing dad, I’m glad I get to finish tour with him and Uncle Josh though.

“You excited for school tomorrow?” I asked changing the subject. Jenna sent me a look, silently thanking me.

“No, not really. On Friday my friends dared me to kiss a boy.” Caroline shot her head up. “I said no because obviously, boys have cooties!”

“That’s good, you’re not allowed to kiss any boys until you’re 16.” Jenna gave her a stern look, laughing shortly after.

“Daddy said I can’t kiss any boy’s until I’m married.”

“Is that so?” I laughed

“When are you allowed to kiss boys Y/N?” Caroline asked.

“I don’t have any rules on when I can kiss boys.” I shrugged.

“Really? That’s not fare.” She huffed crossing her arms.

“Well I think boys are gross so Daddy and Uncle Josh didn’t set any rules.”

“Why did Uncle Josh get to have a say. I bet he would say I could kiss boys younger...” She muttered the last part to herself.

“Because Uncle Josh is like a second dad to Y/N.” Jenna intervened, noticing how I had become uncomfortable.

“I’ll explain it to you later, okay Caroline?” She nodded in response, going back to her sandwich.

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“Y/N?” A small voice came from my door.

“Caroline? What are you doing up?” I asked looking at my clock. It may not be a school night but a six year old should not be up at eleven o’clock at night.

“I can’t sleep...” She looked off the to side.

“You wanna sleep with me?” She nodded, climbing onto the bed. “What’s got you up Tiny?”

“I was thinking about how close you are to Uncle Josh... Why is that?”

I sighed. “When I was your age I didn’t have anyone other than Daddy and Uncle Josh.” She squirmed in my arms a little. “So when it came to raising me, Uncle Josh helped Daddy out.”

“He’s always been there for me, sometimes more than Daddy has. Meaning all those rules and regulations that Daddy and Jenna set up for you, were set up by Daddy and Uncle Josh for me.”

“Regulations?” She looked up.

“Guide lines.”

She nodded her head. “I’m gonna miss you when you go with Daddy and Uncle Josh...”

“I’ll call you every night.”

“But who’s going to make me ham and mayo sandwiches?”

“You’re mom is capable of making them.”

“It won’t be the same...” She mumbled.

“How about this, I’ll make you lunch after you go to church on Sunday and I’ll make you sandwiches to bring to school for the rest of the week?” She nodded.

The conversation ended and Caroline fell asleep.

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Monday came quickly and it was time for me to fly to Charlotte to join Dad and Uncle Josh on tour. I waved goodbye to Jenna, Caroline, and Hannah. Caroline was very visibly crying while holding onto the Build-A-Bear I made more her the day prior, mine tucked safely into my bag.

“Traveling alone?” The barista at the cafe asked.

I nodded. “I’m meeting my dad and uncle in Charlotte.”

“That’s cool, I would never be able to go to school that far away from my parents.” She laughed.

“It’s not like that. They travel a lot and I’m flying in to travel with them, around the country actually.”

“They on a road trip or something?”

“You could say that I guess, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“They’re on tour, they’re uh in a band.”

“What band maybe I’ve heard of them.”

“Uh Twenty One Pilots? They just released a new album”

“Wait their the one’s who made that Stressed Out song right?”

“Yeah that’s them. That songs from their new album.”

“Cool, not really my style but I do really like that song. What’s the new album called?”

“Blurryface.”

“Codi! Stop talking and get back to work!”

“Sorry, here’s your coffee.” I smiled at her walking out of the cafe.

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“Uncle Josh!” I yelled, smiling.

“Y/N! What’s my favorite niece been up to? Don’t tell Caroline and Hannah I said that.” We both laughed.

“Not much, although this new hair place opened and I think I might get my tips done to match yours.” I said pointing to his bright red hair.

“Nope absolutely not!” A voice was heard from behind me. I turned around and smiled.

“Dad!” I wrapped my arms around him.

“Well hello to you to Kiddo.” He laughed wrapping his arms around me.

I let go of him and turned around to pick up my bags, only to see Josh had grabbed them already. “Why do you have this tiny bag?” He asked, holding up a medium sized backpack.

“Dad told me to bring my uke.” I shrugged grabbing both it and my regular backpack.

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“Bye dad!” I shut the front door walking to my car. As I got in my phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hey cutie!” A voice could be heard over my speakers, indicating my phone had connected to the Bluetooth.

“Hey Codi.” I laughed. “I’m on my way.”

“You better be, I can’t wait to see what you’re doing to your hair.”

“I thought I told you?”

“Nope.”

“Whatever you’ll see soon enough.”

We talked for a little while longer until I pulled into her drive way. Codi bolted outside and into my car. “Well hello to you to Dakota.” She laughed a little as well, kissing my cheek.

The drive to the place was fairly quick. Codi had been blasting music the whole ride, but turned it off when I pulled onto North High Street.

“Here it is.” We both looked up to the sign. The word Bishops could be read in white, with an orange-red back ground.

“Hey! How can I help you two lovely woman?” A girl with brightly colored hair smiled.

“Uh I have an appointment, it should be under as Y/N Joseph?”

“Right, here you are.” She smiled looking up. “You’re dying your tips red, right?”

“You’re dying your tips? I though you’re dad said no?” Codi remarked from behind me.

“Yes, but Uncle Josh said yes. As long as I got red.” I smirked knowing that what Josh says, goes.

The girl laughed. “Well my names Max, I’ll be doing you’re hair.” She lead me to a chair. “So red huh? Is that your uncles favorite color or something?”

“His hair’s red, it’s been a joke since I was young that I should always be matching with him.”

“I’m assuming you’re really close then.”

“Yeah, he’s like a second dad to me.” I smiled.

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“All done.” Max turned the chair around so I could see it.

“It looks amazing! Thank you so much!”

“Looking good, cutie.” Codi laughed wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“Just come in when you need a touch up or you want to switch the color.” I nodded paying.

“Thanks again Max!” I said walking out of the shop.

“You’re dad is so gonna kill you.” Codi laughed

“Oh definitely.” I smiled getting into my car.

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“What did you do to your hair!?”

“Dyed it.” I shrugged looking at Dad.

“Was this Josh’s idea?”

“No it was Zack’s. Yes it was my idea Tyler.” Josh laughed.

Dad gave a quick disapproving look to Josh. “You’re lucky I love you too much.”

“Y/N your hair looks great I’m glad it came out the way you wanted.” Jenna smiled as she walked in.

“Thanks Jenna!”

“You knew about this as well?!”

“Well yeah, she double checked that it was okay with me.”

“Y/N!”

“Well would you look at the time, I’ve got a date with Codi. I love you daddy.” I smiled kissing his and Josh’s cheeks.

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“So you have no interest in seeing your mom?” Codi asked.

“She had 17 years to come and visit me. She left me on my dads front door and said she never wanted to see me again.” I sighed, not taking my eye’s off the road. “She doesn’t have any right to see me. And its not like she could say she’s obligated to see me, I’m 18 and even if I wasn’t, her and my dad never fought for custody.”

I turned into Codi’s neighborhood and she promptly ended the conversation. As the car sat in the driveway, I turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow Codes.” She kissed my cheek and left the car.

I sighed backing the car out of the driveway. “This is the right thing to do Y/N. She doesn’t care about you.” I muttered to myself on my way home.

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“Y/N! Someone’s here to see you!” Caroline yelled as she ran into my room.

“Who?”

“I’m not sure but Mommy told me to come get you and then go to my room.”

“Okay thanks C.” I stood from my seat and started walking downstairs. “Jenna? Who’s here to see me?”

In front of me stood Jenna, Dad, Uncle Josh, and two people I didn’t recognize.

Uncle Josh was the one to break the silence. “Y/N why don’t you sit down?” I quietly sat down between him and Dad.

“I-I’m confused, what’s happening?” I turned towards Dad.

“Sweetie don’t you recognize me?” The women spoke. I shook my head.

“Y/N this is your mother.” Something about the way that Dad said mother didn’t feel right. He said it as if I should have known who she is. As if she didn’t ditch me when I was one.

“I thought is was right time we saw each other again.”

“I’m sorry what? Saw each other again? You left me with Dad when I was a baby! You never cared about me so right now I’m confused on why you’re here!”

“I wanted to see my baby again.” She retorted faking politeness.

“You had 17 years to do that. Why are you here now?” Silence fell over everyone. Jenna went upstairs to make sure the girls wouldn’t come downstairs.

The front door closing and footsteps broke that silence. “Hey Joseph’s I’m here for-” Codi spoke unaware of what was happening in the living room. “Y/N...”

“Codi, can we reschedule? Maybe to any other day in my life. Clearly something must be happening today since she’s here.”

“But Y/N, today’s our movie date.” She playfully whined.

“I’m sorry date?” A sharp voice came from behind me.

“Yes a date? Is there an issue with that?” Codi questioned staring at the unfamiliar women.

“No daughter of mine is a fag!” Silence fell again.

“Get out.” Uncle Josh’s voice broke through.

“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“I said get out. I will not tolerate anyone insulting Y/N or her girlfriend. Especially someone as vial as you.” He spat standing up from his chair.

“This is not you’re household nor family.” She scoffed. “Tyler you allow this man to be near our child-”

“My child.” Dad finally spoke.

“Excuse me?”

“My child. You never once even asked about Y/N. You have no right to call her your child.”

“I would never think a man of God like yourself would allow someone as disgusting as her,” She quickly pointed at me. “To live in your house.”

She grabbed the arm of the man with her and dragged him out of the house. “I’m sorry N/N.” Dad said wrapping me in a hug.

“It’s fine Dad.” I replied. Another pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

“Josh?” Dad laughed.

“What? I wanted to be apart of the moment!” He laughed.

“Group hug!” Codi yelled grabbing onto me as well. Dad and Uncle Josh readjusted to fit her in.

“Did someone say group hug?” Caroline’s voice could be heard as she ran int group of people.

I picked her up as Jenna walked downstairs with Hannah in her hands. “Yeah someone said group hug.” I smiled as Codi wrapped her arms around me again.

----

“Okay you’re dad couldn’t handle you dying your hair and now you’re getting a tattoo?” Codi laughed.

“Hey! I have permission this time.” I playfully shoved her as I pulled into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor.

“What are you getting anyways?” Codi asked as I sat down in the chair. I explained it too her and finished right as the tattoo artist finished putting the base on my arm.

----

“Y/N I swear if you got anything stupid or inappropriate-” Dad cut himself off seeing seeing the tattoo. “Y-You got one of my lyrics tattooed on you?”

“Okay either you’re blind or full of yourself.” I laughed looking at the tattoo on my arm. I was a tree house set on fire and had the lyrics from Forest around it. “Anyways of course I did. I wanted my first tattoo to have a special meaning.”

“I got one as well!” Codi proudly showed off the small band wrapped around her wrist. “Dad’s prolly get get emotion once he asks what it means though...”

“Well I’m glad you both got things that mean something to you.”

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Vertigo Ch/1

Cody opened the side door to the Legion’s Garage and yawned. The sun was just peeking over the Australian desert as he walked over to open up the gigantic door. The Garage itself held only the vehicles the Legion could scrap together and/or find in the vast expanse of sand, but it was connected to an old supply warehouse so it could hold much more than what they used it for. He grabbed a couple of tools from his main box and placed them in a smaller one to work on his car. He named it Dodger, it was an old beat up Challenger he had found in their junkyard that he had built and crafted on for a while, and it was almost finished. From the time he’d had it he had added new tires, new doors, a sunroof, a V8 engine, two rotary machine turrets that could be controlled from the driver's seat, a fresh coat of black paint, and a roll cage for safety. He was in the process of adding a few more weapons and interior decor.

“Morning grease monkey.” Zack said entering through the inside door. “Jesus christ man, you’re still working on that thing? It already runs fine and we have better vehicles already. Why bother with this thing?”

Cody shook his head and rolled his eyes. “We’ve had this conversation a hundred times Z. I need a long term project to motivate myself.... and I’ve always wanted to build a car.”

“There it is.” Zack shot back and sat down on the hood.

“I’d get off of there unless you want a turret up your ass.” He said as he reached for the controls. Zack gave him a look and jumped down.

“So what exactly do you need to add still? You pretty much have everything.” He said looking over the car.

“I still need a lift kit, a few more weapons and some more stuff inside because this chair is NOT comfortable.” He answered, looking in at the old armchair that sat in place of the driver's seat. “You got anything I might be able to use?”

“Check the junkyard I guess. I don’t have anything that is better than this laying around sorry.”

“Crap. Alright, I’ll look around again after I install this “lift kit.” He made quotation marks with his fingers as he said this. Cody shifted the lever to operate the crane in the garage and pick up the lift kit he’d been saving in the storage area. He maneuvered the metal structure and set it down next to the car.

“Watch where you’re putting that man! Ya almost crushed me!” Zack yelled.

“Oh quit screaming you baby.” He unhooked the crane and attached it to the shell of the car. The body of the challenger lifted up and he kept it there.

“Help me move this will ya?” Cody motioned to the steel lift kit.

“Aren’t we gonna throw our backs out? That thing looks pretty heavy.” He joked.

“Since when do you turn down a chance to lift something?”

“Oh shut up and grab your side.” He lifted the front part and Zack grabbed the back. “One two THREE! Alright, now I just have to weld this together and put the body back on.”

“You have fun with that. I’m goin to get something to eat.” He said waving and walking out. Cody motioned back and turned on his blowtorch.

After a while Cody finished fuzing the lift kit to the chassis and turned off the blowtorch. He lifted his mask and stepped back to admire his work. “This is gonna work WAY better in the desert.” He turned on the crane once more and brought the body down on top of the kit, then he put down his welders mask and got back to work attaching the body to the rest of the car. Soon the modifications were complete and the challenger came about 2 feet off the garage floor. “Not bad Cody. Not bad at all…” He was just about to get in when Zack bust through the door in a panic.

“CODY! We got a situation!” He looked briefly at the car. “Oooh. Not gonna lie that looks real nice.”

“Never mind that. What's going on?” He looked at him with serious concern.

“Right. I think we’re being attacked.”

“WHAT?! By who?” He turned off the blowtorch and went to close the garage door.

“Fly Boys. I think they’re trying to Dive Bomb us.”

“How many planes?” He asked reaching for his weapon.

“That’s the thing! I only saw one!” Cody looked at him panicking and he stopped. He gave him a look and sighed in annoyance.

“You dumbass... that’s not a DIVE BOMB attack someone’s crashed their plane! Get the medics, we gotta go help them!” Zack ran off to get help and Cody turned on the car.

Cody lead the convoy of legion vehicles to the crash site not far from the shore where the soft beach sand met the rough grains of the Badlands. He stopped with the rest of them and got out to assess the damage. He saw a short woman through the clouded glass of the cockpit and he rushed over. She appeared to be locked in her seat by her harness as he ran over with the Legion Medics he got a better look at what happened. The pilot was struggling with the harness and still had her helmet on as the medics pryed open the glass dome. Cody rushed over and cut her harness to help her out, when she turned her head towards him her one eye was a blue as the rolling waves and her other was bleeding. She yelled something in a language he couldn’t understand and punched his stomach.

“Ah! Dammit! Hold on lady we’re trying to help you!” She looked as if she understood none of what he just said to her and he walked back to let the paramedics help her out. He stood back as they wheeled her into a vehicle on a stretcher all the while kicking and screaming.

“Jeez... she can really punch.” He remarked as he clutched his abdomen. “I have no idea what happened but she sure seemed like she didn’t appreciate our help......”

Hey guys! This is an in-development story about how Cody and Sora met and fell in love 🥰 Collaboration with the one and only @scout-fang aka Wolfy aka Soras creator aka Blue Devil etc. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy, chapters will come out at least once a week.

#ocs #post apocalyptic oc #Vertigo #cody x sora #post apocalypse #post apocalyptic

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