#the world is ending and they're proclaiming their never ending love to each other

[jl-otdc]

Post apocalyptic boyfriends

[dance-like-an-idiot]

imagine, if only for a moment. joel and jimmy. they meet up and they click. like glue, like lego bricks with their spotty colors, and like old friends that have seen each other before again and again. their timers tick and they ignore the flames that consume them as the realize they died together.

then they live together.

imagine once again grian joins these ragtag self proclaimed "bad boys" and fits just as well. though not as well as jimmy and joel first did, their bond stronger than ever, jimmy feels a pull towards grian in some unexplainable way that he has many times tried to put into words.

he somehow felt it would be easier explained if they Listened.

now imagine a day has passed and grian fits in so much better than they thought, the stitching they needed like a patch on leather jackets and aviators to boot. they laugh and they build what they all agree on is the most ugly thing created but it helps joels plague. one which they vow to help him with. they build the bread bridge on bad boys manor.

and somehow, they're proud of the blood sweat and wheat.

imagine these three bound to each others side through every murder and kill they get. they find themselves with no allies and a metallic taste in their mouth as they grit their teeth and get by. they may not have allies but they have each other.

death holds a string of desires over their heads as they reach and reach.

imagine the first death comes in their bridge. their mourning period starts as they give in and realize that they can't save their bridge and in some twisted turn of events they all feel genuinely sad over it. they spent an ungodly amount of time on it, and while it may not be much more than an eyesore by the end of it it was theres.

but the memories last longer than what was lost.

keep on and imagine their plan of recovery, it comes from the sky with a carrot cake, a loaf of bread, and a submarine sandwich. the sky is safer and they crave safer. although not pretty its theirs and they capitalize. the grip of death urges them forward and they stretch the base as far as their eyes can manage until they run out of blocks

it reminds them of what they had lost.

and imagine the three keep together. they love each other and they care for each other. the time ticks down and again. it feels like they can never possibly get out of their pit of red. hot and angering but the time keeps ticking. their minds keep ticking.

they see the fear on each other, like moldy bread.

and imagine jimmy falls one too close to out and they huddle around him like guards, they can't lose each other so they go hunting. hunts lead to death. and death leads to reminders. reminders of what was lost, what they could have had, and reminders of how far they had come.

jimmy had died on skynet 2. their relapse in memory. the one memory they couldn't get back

imagine now, joel gets scared. too frightened to think of anything other than jimmy and grian. he can barely feel any remains of morals as he bounds around looking for any easy kill to save grian. he fears for his death. and he fears for grian. he knows its his time. he doesn't want it to be. but he already took from grian. and he doesn't want another thing to be taken from him.

he dies on the remains of bread bridge with grian just out of his sight. forever in his mind.

the world goes still as the thunder strikes and takes salvation away. the water trickles and falls and he sees joels blood seep into the water. grian sees his own tears join with the heart of jimmy still in the blocks around him. he sees his friends and the only people he would give the world to die. too soon. far too soon. he sobs and he cries and he cant think. he can only mourn because thats what they did together. and thats what he'll do alone.

[solitaire-sol]

02. Chosen

For: @prongsfoot-microfic Month: April 2023 AO3: Link Notes: They hadn't set out to be James-and-Sirius, but that was who they'd become. The first in a series of interconnected microfics, the order of which will be updated as they're posted.

There had been no conscious decision to be best friends; in the thoughtless way of children, it hadn't been any more complicated or deliberate than the immediate rapport that had sprung up between them on the train. It needed nothing more to carry the spark than the brightness of James' smile and the sharpness of Sirius' wit. When Sirius, in those early days in Gryffindor, had existed under the shadow of his name, James hadn't been motivated by any conscious drive: He had seen the thin line of Sirius' mouth, the resolute solitude in those grey eyes, and it hadn't taken anything more than that for James to attach himself to Sirius' side, proclaiming his general good qualities and his fitness for their shared House as if James were his own vaunted ancestor stumping for Muggle rights, until the other Gryffindors forgot that Sirius was a Black and thought of him only as James'. It was only natural that they came to think of James as Sirius', too.

When Sirius, whose family was (in)famous for their interest in the Dark Arts, instead turned his talents towards Defense, that was also a purely unconscious decision. Perhaps, at the back of his mind, Sirius already knew that it was worth it: James had never mentioned it, hadn't said anything to Sirius directly, but his disdain for the Dark Arts and those who practised it was clear. It was a hard line for James, and while Sirius didn't understand it, he found discarding his family's practice surprisingly painless, as if it meant almost nothing at all. His parents didn't see it that way, of course, their son and Heir forsaking his blood-given talent, but what of it? If Sirius continued to practice the Dark Arts, it would have eventually cost him James' friendship, and no magic in the world could be worth that loss.

Even after their lives at Hogwarts expanded and their world had widened, that unspoken vow of support, of love, seemed to need no discussion, reinforcing itself through the actions of one in reaction to the other. James, raised to be honest and true, lied so easily for Sirius' sake that no professor could suspect him of falsehood; Sirius, who held no small amount of disdain for rules that yoked the extraordinary to the mundane, adhered to them, more-or-less, on James' behalf. Both boys had been shaped by their families to an unquestionable degree, and yet those family ties meant little when being bound by them might come at the other's expense: They made their own little family, choosing Remus and Peter and, above all else, each other. The bond that existed between Sirius and James had never been a conscious decision, not that moment on the Hogwarts Express, but everything that had come after? Those had all been choices, one after another, each made with the same instinctive, unshakable surety.

They would, in the end, always choose each other. It was as inevitable as they were inseparable.

… Right?

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

actually pls tell me everything about heshi i’m so Heart Eyes at them rn

Hi !!

Basically Heshi is what happens when two mad scientist ladies love each other very much: a homunculus. Their appearance is similar to that of their moms', their physical parts have been artificially grown in the Heart Garden, a place which is.... peculiar at best.... and they're animated with shards of old gods' souls put together. They don't have a sex and they've elected not to participate in gender. They are technically a crime against the gods and it does come to be a problem for them but they're also just a little guy, just a silly little guy.

Heshi is one of the characters I have in rotation in my head at all times: they're an extremely loving person, they grew up isolated (castle in a spooky forest full of monsters situation), they're eager to explore the world and full of life. They have Disney Princess vibes except for instead of talking to birds they are soul bonded to the chimeras in their spooky forest residence. They also don't believe they are a person and consequentially don't care about their own wellbeing.

Their moms disappeared when they were pretty young in an experiment gone wrong that yeeted the two across space, so Heshi has just been on their own with the god of death imprisoned in their moms' basement. And eventually that god ends up getting so attached to them he gives up his immortality and godhood to save them and considers them family but for a good while Heshi is just alone with themself and their moms' other experiments and the hostile god who thinks of them as a blemish upon this earth, with no certainty of whether their caretakers are coming back, which is probably not an ideal state for a thirteen year old to find oneself in. Prooobably messes with their head a little bit .

Without making this into the retelling of everything that happens to Heshi, I have to say their arc is about coming to care about themself and realizing their personhood and managing to keep their kindness despite all the shit the world throws at them, which I am very normal about (lies) and thinking about them has never made me cry before (deception).

To tie this whole thing off somehow: a Heshi fun fact is that they're mistaken for a deity of beauty on numerous occasions because they are somewhat divine through their frankensein-ed together soul and they're also very pretty. Having the god of death (yes the one that used to live in their basement - a bunch of things happen between then and when this misunderstanding occurs) as their self-proclaimed uncle doesn't help beating the godhood allegations. The actual deity of beauty finds the whole thing hilarious.

[found-family-tournament]

You want Hershel Layton and his adopted children propaganda?? I'll give you Hershel Layton and his adopted children propaganda.

(I haven't played some of these games in a while though so forgive me if I get details wrong)

Imagine, if you will, a man in his late 30s who has lived through so much hardship. So, so many relationships he's had have ended in awful tragedy, but he somehow finds the strength to keep going with a smile on his face and a positive outlook on life, but finds it very difficult to form new meaningful relationships with people after experiencing so much heartbreak. It takes a long, long time for him to learn to let people in again. That's Hershel.

Now imagine a young boy isolated from everyone. He doesn't trust his father and the kids in his town just see him as a spoiled rich kid, so he pretty much has no real friends. In a time of crisis, when he has no one to turn to, he writes a letter to an old friend of his father, hoping he'll be able to help somehow. This person is a brave and intelligent gentleman who agrees to help him. Finally, the boy has someone who listens to him, takes him seriously, and teaches him real life lessons instead of keeping him isolated. When the time comes for the gentleman to leave, the boy insists on going with him, saying he could be his apprentice, and manages to convince his parents to let him go and learn from him. That's Luke.

Lastly, we have yet another isolated child: a girl in her mid-teens whose loving mother died when she was very young. Instead of actually raising her, her father decided to create a robotic replica of the mother, which understandably was pretty scarring. The girl spent less and less time at home, spending most of her time beside her mother's grave. When her father died, she hid herself from the world, it's not like she could leave this remote town anyway. Only when a certain Professor and his self-proclaimed apprentice come to the town and are able to find her is she able to leave towards a brighter future, with freedom, and people who cared for her. That's Flora.

Put it all together and you get this beautiful found family. I left some details vague because of major spoilers but I hope this explains why they're the best 💖💖

Yes! Gimme all the propaganda! Make me love all those families and characters I had never heard of before!

Love me some isolated people finding each other and building a family.

Thank you for the propaganda :)

[ourladyoflight]

What is the age and power order of Angel and her siblings?

First comes Corsanthius! Or... Angel? The record's a bit muddy on who was actually created first, no matter who you ask. All the other brothers know is that Corey and Angel both act as the oldest- and that they call each other "Older Brother" and "Older Sister" respectively, for an extra layer of confusion.

Corey specializes in flora and life, and he's the reason why new life can begin! When land is fertile enough for a harvest, and when saplings can begin to grow again in the most barren of places, that's his doing. No end is never truly finite when he's near, and nature heals by his hand. (The baby he's holding is his child, Evely! He had her with another angel that his sister may or may not have deliberately introduced him to.)

(Corey's the true eldest sibling. Angel came a few moments later, but it's a little fun to make your younger siblings wonder, isn't it?)

Next up is the Angel we know and love!! She goes by a different name when she's home, which she keeps well hidden. On the surface, it might seem like she specializes in light and purity- but all of the siblings are creatures of light, just to varying degrees.

Our Angel handles the threads of fate, which commonly take on a red appearance- but not always! They can be a variety of colors, and they're what draw people together for any reason. It's why you ran into an old childhood friend the day you felt a strong urge to go to the store, it's what drew your parents together, what drew an adult child out of the hurtful home of her family- and it's what draws quarreling friends apart, then together, then apart again. There are many types of love- platonic, familial, self- and the threads of fate rely on them. When tugged one way or another, Angel can influence the happenings of the world in a less overt manner.

After Corey and Angel comes Majdy!! Despite his seemingly peaceful demeanor, he plays an incredibly large role. Every mountain's peak, valley, ocean trench and winding river were sculpted by him; he's the force that drives Earth's tectonic plates to move, and he sculpts the Earth as time continues to pass. He was created a short while after Corey and Angel.

His siblings have proclaimed him the most beautiful out of all of them, because he mirrors the beauty he sees in the world- and he has a special eye for creating it too. Minerals and gemstones are something he delights in creating, and he's even created some in particular for his siblings.

(Rumor has it that he's searching for a mortal soul- a particular soul, on Earth. He won't say much about it- but come to think of it, there is a bloodline whose faces bear striking similarities to his.

The soul he's searching for must be very special to him.)

Following Majdy is Avgare (on the left), then Ellua (on the right). They were created a short while after Majdy, but sprung into existence within a relatively short timeframe- and they're very close as a result!

Avgare's specialty is the heavens- specifically the happenings of the sky. He's very tall in stature, and it was rumored that he held up the heavens with his own two hands to put it in its proper place. He bears a mantle of cumulus and nimbus, and a booming voice- but don't let his appearance fool you! He's a big sweetheart who loves his siblings more than anything else.

He doesn't travel to Earth often, but he's an avid artist! If you've ever seen a sunrise beautiful enough to stop you in your tracks, or watched the sun come out after a thunderstorm, he'd be honored to know that you appreciate his work. (His favorite thing to do is create fun clouds for children to see. Sometimes he'll make specific shapes he knows they'll love.)

Ellua specializes in direction- and for good reason! He's the smallest out of all the siblings, but he's by far the quickest. He orients the poles of the Earth, making sure that North is always North; he's how early civilizations came to rely on the sun rising in the east, and how humans grew comfortable with travel. He bears an iridescent shawl that accompanies him as he moves about, and the occasional flash of light can often be attributed to him for that reason.

(There isn't a thing that Ellua does slowly, much to the amusement of his brothers. The only thing that's been known to slow him down is bees. They hold a special place in his heart, and he'll take extra care whenever he's handling them or helping them about.)

And finally, we have Verche!! Verche is the baby of the siblings, and was created last. Unlike the others, whose forms are relatively humanoid and stable, Verche is... Slightly less so. One might first notice that Verche has a cluster of moths, antennae, and owl wings as opposed to a face, and this is because his form is in a constant state of change! It's very rare for Verche to look the same way for a consistent period of time, not that his siblings seem to mind. Sometimes he will forget what he looks like, and grow unstable; his siblings will take his hand, hold him, and remind him until he solidifies again.

Verche's specialty is truth- and because he sees all forms of truth, he has no true eyes. The most he can do is imitate the presence of eyes, which is oftentimes even more unsettling than the absence of them!

Despite him being blind on all accounts, it's impossible to lie to him: his soul contains all truths. Verche functions similarly to how a computer would, constantly running statements in his mind until he determines what's true. He knows what color Corey's eyes are, he knows what Avgare's sculpted in the sky; he knows the details of Angel's battles that she never talks about, and he knows what Majdy's searching for.

It can be a bit of a gamble figuring out who's the most powerful, especially with the roles each of them play in Heaven and Earth. But although the damage most of them can do is rather high, Corsanthius would be among the most devastating. Even a human can tear the Earth apart- but it would take a very disgruntled Corey to ensure nothing ever grows back.

Verche would be the next contender. Maybe somewhere in another universe, he's chosen to bend truth. It wouldn't be a hard thing for him to do.

(They all also think their sister is terrifying when she's mad. But they love her for it anyway.)

[stormyoceans]

As someone who doesn't like vice versa I dare you to try make me like jimmysea

SKFGDSKFGSKDGFSKDGF I—i mean if they're not really your thing i doubt anything i could say is gonna make you like them but YEAH OKAY SURE WHY NOT I CAN TRY

let's meet our boys separately first!!!!

jimmy. actor, doctor, babygirl. frankly has my undying admiration even just for being able to juggle his acting job while also studying to become a dermatologist and somehow succeeding at both literally could never be me. people tend to dislike him for his role as wai in bad buddy, but you only need to watch any bts video from the show to see how much he is adored by everyone and if anything that should be proof of the absolute range he has as an actor. avocado enthusiast and self proclaimed extrovert (is he tho. is he really), don’t get fooled by his quiet and responsible appearance, he’s actually the most deranged man in the industry. i still remember the day an anon told me he improvised nomming on his co-star's face and using a pillow to suggest stripping said co-star down and eating him out all in the name of Acting™ because i've never been the same ever since. the me before and after i was given this information are completely different people

sea. actor, athlete, dog dad. you won't get a single objective thought out of me because i am: Disgustingly Fond. debuted with a killer performance in the show 55:15 never too late as a supporting character, the fact that he's somehow still so underrated when he's one of the best actor in GMMTV makes me want to bark bite maim kill. he is an actual ray of sunshine with a smile that could light up the entire world and also the perfect example of an introvert: he has the innate ability to somehow disappear from any social gathering, but if he wakes up in a silly goose mood you will find him shamelessly twerking in front of everyone and being an absolute goofball. he's also a great singer and goes along with everything jimmy does because he is a big Simp™ (who's more deranged, the one who noms first, or the one who noms back, this is the question)

and now onto them as a pairing!!!!!

jimmysea. with a 5 years difference between them, they are actually the pair with the biggest age gap in GMMTV, which could have come in the way of their on- and off-screen relationship, but from what we are privy of i think you can see in every interaction they have that they clearly adore and are incredibly fond of each other. maybe it's because they share the same kind of derangement, or maybe it's because they both are very hardworking and humble boys who always try to give their best, but somehow they work. as the older one jimmy is always there to help and guide sea however he can, but when he needs it sea is ready to step up and carry the weight for him. they may not possess the kind of chemistry that's all sparks and fireworks, but they have a quiet gentle intimate one that makes them look like they've been married for years, which is also helped by their insane ability of looking at each other with so much love and adoration in their eyes it feels like your heart is getting curb stomped against the sidewalk. they don't really know what fan service is and they can go weeks without seeing each other (the drought eras), but when they do hang out they usually go out to eat and swim together (preferably at the pool in sea's condo after jimmy drives him back)

..not sure why this came out as a sales pitch tbh ;;;;;; honestly there are a lot of things i could add and if i were to convince you to like them i should probably send you links to videos and stuff like that but. im not really good with this sort of things ;;;;;; (i guess i could still suggest you to watch their praew interview to have an idea of their dynamic)

in the end all i can tell you is why i personally like them, which is mainly because what transpires of their relationship feels very genuine to me and they seem to be really sweet boys who just stand in their introverted corner minding their business doing their own thing portraying high romance and giving incomprehensible levels of adoration derangement goofiness talent ability skills. THEY ARE JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED TO ME IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY

[misteria247]

Oroku siblings au is basically just Leo and Karai loving one another so much that the thought of one of them disappearing or dying on the other is just something that they can't comprehend nor accept whatsoever.

All they've had is each other, from the moment Karai who was five years old had found four year old Leo. All they've had was each other to depend on and who they fully trusted each other's lives too. Growing up in the cold, loveless household of Oroku Saki, with one child being put under so much pressure and being admired only due to the idea of her than her actually person, and another child being brutally neglected and told essentially his entire life that he's nothing more than a shield and that he's not even considered a son. It was only natural that they turned to one another for that need of love and affection and respect that they never got, and even though later they'd meet their nanny of sorts Lotus Blossom and their best friend Shinigami, it was nothing compared to each other's company.

All Leo and Karai have ever known was each other. If one of them goes down then the other wouldn't be able to recover from it. It's why Karai's world fell apart when she'd came back to Shredder trying to kill Leo, and why Leo's world was thrown into chaos when Shredder had thrown Karai into mutagen.

They're two halves of a whole, partners in crime and each other's best friend and sole confidant in life and the traumatic experiences they'd had together. Why it's so hard for them to trust people like their real father Splinter, or their supposed brothers, Raph, Donnie and Mikey, or their proclaimed allies April and Casey. Cuz all they've ever known was each other. It's a big sister and her little brother against the world and everyone and everything in it. A big sister and her little brother who love each other so much that they would and have killed for each other. Of course as they stay away from Shredder they'd slowly but surely begin to branch out and get other friendships and not be as attached to one another but even then they'll always have that small fear that the other will be taken from away from them, that they'll end up being alone in the end.

The Oroku siblings are basically the definition of ride and die when you really think about it.

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem!Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, eventual smut, happy ending

Part two

2200 words

“Wow! You really carved this little bird for me? It's adorable, Luke! How did you find a rock that has such beautiful crystal in the centre?”

“It's nothin’ special,” he shrugs and stuffs his mouth full with the last muffin.

“But it's so realistic! The tail feathers are so charming,” you coo and glance up at him where he sits next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

Though he says the gifts he started bringing you are just in exchange for the honey and cakes, the trinkets are so exquisite you wonder how many hours he spends carving them. Surely they're worth far more than your little pots of honey.

When it was that you crossed the line from wondering if he was a dream to Luke becoming a given in your life you aren't sure anymore. It was already April by the third weekend you brought him a basket of sweets and now you're well through May.

He was right — he is worth the risk.

Each day you've met you've shared more about your worlds — both the good and the bad.

His neglectful parents; your wretched orphanage. Everything he loves about his sister; everything you cherish about your home. What other faeries are more than myth; what odds and ends are sold at the travelling market on Tuesdays. Why the fins on his tail look so leafy; why you wear shoes that lace up so high.

Hours slip away easily, the only trace being the lighter basket you carry home and the new treasure clutched tight in your hand.

As the daylight has stretched into the evenings you've been free to visit after finishing work. The bread usually sells out not long after lunch which leaves you plenty of time to walk the full hour it takes to get to the lake and still have time to make it home before sundown. All the while the weather has been warming too.

The first time you unlaced your shoes to dangle your bare feet in the cool water after hiking over he grabbed them before they even touched the surface. Luke has never been shy, but he's gotten even less reserved than the first day you met him when he shoved you down to steal your tin of cakes.

“Crazy! Y’ have toes like turtles and frogs!” he had proclaimed while pinching them and wiggling them this way and that.

Luke only laughed when you yelled at him and kicked him away in embarrassment. Your splashing didn't deter him in the least, and he came right back to study your ankles and knees. He found the latter very strange for only being able to bend one direction.

After much protest he finally released you, but you found yourself growing more and more curious about him over the following days. When you eventually worked up the courage, he answered all your questions about whether merfolk are actually part fish, why his scales glitter, and how his tail is so flexible — unlike your knees.

As your fingers trailed along his body for the first time he warned you that merfolk have poison barbs on their tails just to laugh at the sight of you shrieking and jumping back. Only after catching his breath did he inform you that he’d meant merfolk in the sea.

The memory feels like it must have been ages ago even though it's been probably mere weeks. The more time you spend with him the more you feel like he's always been there.

A splash tugs you back to the present as he asks languidly, “Why duny’ just come in?”

Compared to the afternoon you first dipped your toes in the lake today is unbearably hot.

“I can’t walk home with my clothes soaking wet. Everyone in town would know where I've been, Luke,” you answer and fan yourself in vain.

Tilting his silky red locks he looks at you like your crazy. “Clothes? Why would y’ wear clothes in the water?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going in naked!!!” you squeal wide-eyed.

He merely blinks in return. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t have a man looking at me! It’s indecent!!”

“Well, I already know what y’ look like without clothes. What’s the big deal?

“WHAT?!” you shriek and cross your arms over your chest in fear that he can magically see through fabric the way he can see in the dark.

Unfazed he answers simply, “Y’ look the same under y’r clothes as the rest of the mermaids, right? Y’know we dunna wear no clothes. So it’s not like y’re hidin’ nothin’ by wearin’ that dress.”

Thoroughly appalled you gape at him.

“So just take ‘em off and come cool down in the water. I promise y’ll feel better.”

“I'm fine,” you grumble, casting your gaze down to the ripples lapping at your ankles.

A faint hum grazes your ears while two broad palms bracket either side of your hips. Hoisting himself up between your knees to be eye level with you he tilts his head, copying you when you turn away from him.

“Hey. What’s with that look, hmm?” His deep voice is soft as he coaxes the truth from you.

With a dejected sigh you whisper, “I can’t go in… I don’t know how to swim…”

“I know,” he murmurs back, tone so sincere it stings.

“Then why would you ask?”

“’Cause there’s an easy fix for that,” he chuckles and sinks down into the water once more.

You frown and stare down at him where he floats at your feet.

“C’mere,” he calls and holds his arms out to you. “I'll teach y’ how.”

“I said I’m not undressing!” you squeak and feel yourself flush at running out of excuses.

He clicks his tongue and looks up at you through those long, thick lashes. “C’mon. Just take off the top layers so y’ dunna drown with the weight.”

Exhausted by the sweat beading on your chest and back you give in.

“Mmm… Fine, but you have to turn around.”

“Sure, whatever y’ want,” he chuckles warmly, making it obvious he thinks you're wasting your efforts at decency.

With your shoes and hose already cast aside, all that's left is the kirtle. Unlacing the bodice in the front and tugging the whole garment over your head, you're left in nothing but your linen chemise.

The weight of the fabric is so fine that your skin is visible through it even when dry. If the weather weren't hot enough to make you feel ill, you would never consider such behaviour — or so you insist to yourself as you watch his pale gaze roam your form when you call his name.

Reaching out to help you into the water from the edge, his strong hands take hold under your arms and he lifts you into the water as easily as a parent lifts a toddler.

“There y’ go,” he coos, his lazy smile only making your heart beat faster. “Just hold onto my shoulders.”

Obediently you grasp his upper arms, but as the water caresses up your hips and chest you can't help but squeak and squirm.

“Ahk! It’s so cold!!”

“Here,” he hugs you close, a faint chuckle reverberating against your chest. “I’ll keep y’ warm ‘til y’ get used to it.”

Butterflies tickle your stomach and spread to your fingers and toes, gradually fading as they melt with the heat seeping into your body.

“Wow, you really are warm…”

“I’m not cold blooded, y’know?” he quips while making his way into a shady area of the lake.

“I've never been in water this deep…”

“Y’ scared?”

You nod.

“Y’ trust me?”

You nod again after a moment's hesitation.

His voice is as soft as the gentle waves lapping at the shoreline of the lake. “Just hold on ‘til y’ feel safe. I'm not gonna let anythin’ bad happen.”

Letting yourself relax in his hold you lean your chin on his shoulder. His cheek rests on your hair. One hand around your waist, the other cups the nape of your neck tenderly.

It's so comfortable between the warmth of his body, the cool current beneath your feet, and his careful embrace that you can't keep your eyes open.

“Y’ must be tired; workin’ all day, hikin’ out here in the heat, carryin’ that silly basket full o’ treats…” you hear him whisper into your hair.

“I don't mind,” you manage to mumble back.

“Y’ dunna have to do so much, y’know. Y’ should look after y’rself more, not me…”

Amused by his unusually serious tone you tease him, “And what would you do without the honey I bring just for you?”

“The same thin’ I do every day — talk with y’ about nothin’, laugh at y’ for bein’ so silly, relax next to y’ under the sun…”

With a sleepy hum you murmur, “Sounds nice…”

As you doze off in his arms you don't hear him whisper back, “It is nice… I wish it didna have to end so soon…”

The calls of birds and flutter of wings as flocks return to the forest to rest echoes against the granite face of the mountain, stirring you from your slumber.

“Y’wake now?” Luke asks softly against your hair.

Jumping back from his shoulder you ramble, “I'm sorry, Luke! I can't believe I fell asleep!!”

“Shh, it's okay,” he smiles and tucks you under his chin once more. “The heat is exhaustin’, I know. Y’ feelin’ better now?”

“Much better, actually…”

“Good. The sun’s gettin’ low. Y’ better go if y’re gonna make it through the forest before dark.”

“Already?”

“Mhm,” he hums gently and tilts his head to look at you.

“Gonna come ‘n swim with me tomorrow? If you dunna fall asleep again, I promise I'll teach y’ next time.”

You nod eagerly, but don't meet his soft verdant gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” you smile and work up the courage to face him.

His arms tighten around you. You don't want to let go either. From the way his fingers dig into your curves and the feel of his heartbeat against yours, you guess… you think… you hope… you dare…

And kiss his cheek before you try to scamper away to the ledge, but he doesn't let you escape so easily. Catching you by the wrist he tugs you back into his embrace, tilting you by the chin to hold his gaze.

His ever-clear eyes are tainted, hazy, and half lidded as his lips part from yours. You can feel he's restraining himself in the way his chest rises and falls beneath your palm.

Equal parts frightened and curious about what will happen should you free him from his tethers, you let your hand slip over his shoulder to wrap around the nape of his neck. Entwining your fingers in his silky strands, you guide him back to your mouth.

As you each deepen the kiss, he places the wrist in his grasp over his other shoulder so he can hold your body flush against his. You've felt his strength first hand, yet the way his hardened muscles carve into your stomach, back, and thighs leaves you breathless. Delicate fins lace themselves through your feet while his lips trace down your throat.

One broad palm cradles your head carefully, but the other grabs handfuls of your flesh through the linen floating around your figure. You don't stop him, not even as the path of his fingers strays to fondle your curves. If he weren't swallowing your voice with a kiss, you're certain you’d be hiding in embarrassment from the sounds that leak out when he tweaks a nipple.

Between his tongue and his touch, your senses are being overwhelmed. You can feel your consciousness slipping with every dizzying thrill that ripples through your body. Hardly aware of where you are or what you're doing anymore, your hands roam his figure and your tongue follows suit. Kissing his shoulders and up his neck, he flinches when you nibble the shell of his ear.

Before you can tease him again, you're shoved roughly towards the shoreline and caged in between him and the rock ledge.

“Y’should go…” he whispers between each ragged breath. “Before I... canna… hold back no more.”

The heat in his eyes and the vicious grip he maintains on the granite are warnings you choose to heed — for today at least. You nod meekly and let him raise you back onto to the ledge, but his hands and gaze linger on your ankles in the water.

“Luke,” you call softly and smile when he meets your eyes. “I'll see you tomorrow?”

At the promise, the deep furrow of his brow is replaced with the gentle curl of his lips, and he swims off.

Part four

[catholickedd]

so this is the first in a series of short stories i'm creating based off songs on my spotify playlist. you can find the masterpost here. this one is inspired by wasteland, baby by hozier. hope you enjoy :))))

And the balding man at the news desk proclaimed the end of the world.

And the nuclear alarm sirens screamed in every place there were human ears to hear.

And leaders in every country gave the orders.

And she was too busy tracing the wrinkles on their fingers to notice.

"It never happens to me, you know." she said, softly, slowly, without a care.

"You've got some sort of magical power, then." they replied. She could hear the smile in their voice.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not really. Not unless it's really bad."

"That's good." It was unbelievably soft, almost a breath through moving lips.

"I was reading about this thing, the other night. They call it quantum entanglement."

"Yeah?"

"These little particles, they, they can be trillions and trillions of miles away from each other, but they still move at the same speed, and if one is changed, the other is changed too. They're entangled. They're entwined. But, if they're observed, it all breaks. It's all over."

"That's pretty sad. Good thing there won't be anyone to observe them soon."

She ran a finger through their ginger curls. They needed a haircut. It was growing past their ears.

"We'll lie here forever, you know. When aliens come, and they look at the Earth, and they try to figure out what went so awfully wrong here - " they pressed a soft kiss to her forehead " - my bones will still be holding yours."

"Do you think, when we go, we'll be together?"

"Are you asking me if I think there's a heaven?"

"More like, a void. Like if our consciousness can escape our bodies. If they do, y'know, do you think I'll be with you?"

"I'd find you. Even if I had to crawl my way up from hell."

She kissed them, tried to make it last as long as she could. And their chain necklaces were tangled in her fingers, and their skin was soft under her hands.

And the sky turned a most beautiful shade of purple. If she had looked up, she would have been paralyzed, staring at the beauty. But she didn't open her eyes.

And the sky became the earth and the earth became the sky, and everything broke and began again, folding into itself, everywhere.

And even when nothing remained, something remained.

"I love you," sighed the moon, sang the stars.

"I love you," whispered the galaxy, cried the nebulae.

And they kept their promise. And they found her. And trillions and trillions of miles away from each other, she and they were still entangled.

And so it began again.

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

10/4/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription Part 4

Community Prayer Line

Good morning, family. It's Inga from Denmark. I'm calling in today to pray over the Brown family. I want to pray for China and Ben, Reagan the brave and this little new brownie that's about to make its way into our world in this community. And they're beautiful family. So, God, I just place each of these wonderful individuals in your hands, your hands that created them.That wove them together in their mama's womb. And that verse, especially when you're pregnant. And when that human being that you won't is actually getting to grow inside of you. So I just thank you for the miracle of life. I think you for China and Ben. I thank you for their marriage and I thank you for their family. I thank you for China's Willingness to serve on the DABC that blessing that she is. I'm going to miss you, China. And I mean that. I mean that I'm going to miss you. And I really hope that God is going to call you back to us. But for now, God, I just pray that you embrace her and that you give her your peace, your Patience and endurance for this last bit of the race. I ask you to give her a beautiful birthing experience of her second child. I pray your protection over her and the little one and God I ask you to protect her against Postpartum depression. Afterwards, I ask you to grant her just that beautiful baby bubble feeling and that it may not be interrupted by anything else.

Hello DABC family. My name is Mindy. I live in Nashville, TN. I'm originally from Kentucky. I'm on my way back to Nashville right now after visiting with my dad and I would ask that you all pray for my family and my dad has been recently diagnosed with Stage four lung cancer. It's metastasized and also has liver damage. And he knows the Lord. He knows he's on his way to spend eternity with him. He's on his way to glory, which I'm so thankful for, and we have that hope. But I ask that you would pray that the Lord give his his journey to glory A smooth passage and that he would have an ease with it. And I asked that you would lift up my mom and one of my brothers that is there as caregivers. They are tired. It is exhausting being the caregiver. I hate that I can't be there. I come up as much as possible. But pray for my mom. 

Hello. Hello. This is Walking in Truth from Florida, and it has been a long time, I feel like, since I have called in. But today, Jill, when you were reading the Christmas story, the whole time I just kept hearing Charlie Brown's Voice and it. I got a little chuckle out of it, but was I was wondering how many other people. I heard the same thing and then to have your commentary saying that you did as well, I just that warmed my heart and so I wanted to call in just to pray for our country. It reminded me that we were once a country who Preached the gospel in the public square and on TV and in the movies and and how far we've fallen since then. So, Lord God, I just want to lift up our country, our nation to you. I pray, Lord God, that you would raise up Christians That are bold in their faith, that proclaim the gospel in the at home, in, in, at work, and in the public square, Lord God, that we would be having the Spirit of the lion of Judah, and that nothing can contain the gospel from our Lips Lord God, I I pray that you would just have mercy upon us, Lord God, in that you would raise up a remnant, Lord God, who will serve you faithfully till the very end. Lord God, bless our nation, Bless our nation. We do not deserve it, but we ask for mercy. We pray for guidance. We pray that your hand would never depart from us. And Lord, we love you Jesus, and we ask this in your mighty name. Amen.

[super-unpredictable98]

A Royal Spooky Fuck Up | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4,7k

Warnings: Strong language, ghost stuff, mention of death

a/n: Soooo we ended up forgetting to tell you guys something lol we thought it was pretty dehumanizing to call each of the Nathans "Lyddie's Nathan" or "Win's Nathan" so we gave them nicknames. Lyddie's Nathan is now Nate and Win's Nathan is Nats. Hope it's not confusing and that you enjoy our second quad adventure for the @sheehalloween

(Masterlist)

The year was 2022, life was just starting to look normal again, as normal as it gets. It was the end of a long eight show week in Six, where Lydia had been playing Anne Boleyn for a few months and she was rewatching The Crown. 

"Oh my God," she sobbed. No matter how many times she watched the scene where King George VI was found in his bed, she always cried. "And she wasn't there, Elizabeth wasn't there!"

"I thought you were anti-monarchy?" Win said as she walked through the living room to find her wife in tears in front of the telly.

"I am! I'm very anti-monarchy, I'm practically an anarchist," she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "I mean, King George got us through World War II, he was a great person. It's just a hobby, but I don't support it, our money pays for their luxury while everyone is struggling with the energy bills... horrific!"

"Yeah, no kidding, it's disgustin'," Winnie scoffed, though she plopped down next to Lydia on the couch. 

"Oh shit! Did yeh hear?" Nats cried, skidding into the room. 

"Hear what?" Win asked, frowning at him.

"We just saw it online, the Queen kicked th'bucket," Nate tilted his head seeing his wife's red puffy eyes. "Oh shit, bad time?" 

"THE QUEEN DIED?" Lyddie screamed. "She was okay a couple days ago! What happened? She can't just die! What the fuck? Out of nowhere?" 

"Well, not exactly out of nowhere, love, the woman was nearin' 100..." he murmured.

"So much for anti-monarchy," Win grumbled, rolling her eyes. 

"Yeah, she was good and old, one foot in th'grave an all, y'know? People have been waiting for this for a while..." Nats added.

"Everybody knows you can be a republican and still like the Queen! It's the Queen! The only one I've ever known, the only one my parents ever knew..." Lydia tried to work through the shock. "And what's the alternative? Carrot finger Dumbo and his mistress?"

"Th'alternative? Uh, I dunno, abolish th'whole bloody monarchy?" Win muttered. 

"Don't know if y'know Lyds, but um- back in Ireland we're not her biggest fans," Nate sat down, stroking her back. "Pretty sure the chants in the streets now are Lizzie's in a box... but we're all here, we love ya."

"Yeah, course we love yeh. It's gunna be okay," Nats assured, sitting down on her other side.

"They've been here forever, they're not going anywhere," Lydia clung to Nats. "Oh no! The corgis..." 

"The corgis will be fine," Nate murmured. "I think you're still gettin' over Betty White and Sond-" 

"Don't say Sondheim or I'll cry..." she breathed, nearly a whisper. "I was gonna meet the Queen next month, the Royal Variety Performance."

"Maybe we should turn off Th'Crown," Win suggested, grabbing the remote and turning off the television while the boys comforted her. 

"Hey, would it make y'feel better if we tried t'conjure th'Queen?" Nats exclaimed, snapping his fingers as he thought of it.

"You're gonna... conjure Queen Elizabeth? Won't she be angry at us? I mean, our flat is a dump next to her lavatory, let alone the rest of her palace," Lydia pouted. 

"Well then guess you'll just meet the new King and Queen when you're singin' next month..." Nate teased. 

"Queen consort! Camilla could never! And the new King is a self-proclaimed tampon, no way! I wanna meet the OG." 

“Well, maybe we won’t conjure her physically,” Nats mused, tapping his bottom lip in thought. “What if we used an ouija board just t’talk to her?” 

“How would you even know if you were actually talking to Queen Elizabeth?” Win snorted.

"We ask? Ghosts don't really have a reason to lie, do they?" Lydia watched as Nate made her a neon pink board. 

"I guess that one time Jamie just omitted the fact that he was dead... he didn't lie," he sighed heavily.

“Or if they’re evil spirits,” Win said, pitching her voice low for effect while wigging her fingers ominously.

"Don't be silly... we can all see ghosts, if there were evil spirits roaming around I think we'd know. The ghosts we see are the ones we attract," Lyddie scoffed, trying not to think too much about that possibility.

“Serve yourselves then,” she shrugged. 

“Aw c’mon, Winnie, at least come out your fingers on th’plancette,” Nats said, gesturing for her to join them around the coffee table.

"Please stay with us, just... don't move it around on purpose," Lydia asked, somewhat scared of what could happen. She didn't wanna end up like the Exorcist girl or another stupid child who misused the board. 

"She wouldn't do that, it's okay, none of us would... maybe me, but I'm givin' you my word," Nate assured.

“I promise I won’t take th’piss,” Winnie said, holding her hand up solemnly before grinning at her wife and placing her fingers on the edge of the planchette. “So, how d’we start this thing?” she asked, looking at Nate.

"Oh, this is exciting, it's like The Craft... only hopefully with a better ending," Lydia cleared her throat before closing her eyes.

"When you're done don't forget t'say goodbye," Nate warned. "Okay okay. Hello spirits," she nodded and he covered his mouth not to laugh. "We are holding this seance to reach a very special person, we hope you all understand. Only positive energies are allowed in this circle and we humbly ask Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary of Windsor to come forward."

For a long moment, nothing happened, and the four of them held their breaths, their fingers trembling on the planchette, but it didn’t move.

"I guess I should explain... your majesty, I'm Lydia Young, I was about to perform in the royal variety show with my wife Win. My Irish husbands are here too, but no hard feelings." 

"Well, some hard feelin's, my family... sorry we can talk politics later, Lizzie," Nate shook his head just as the planchette moved to hello.

Win’s brows rose and she nearly pulled her hands away. “Holy fu—“ she breathed. “It’s actually moving.” 

“Ask her somethin’ else, Lyds!” Nats urged, excitement coursing through him. He half wondered if it was only working because of his and his twin's medium powers.

"Um... your majesty, did you attend your son's second wedding reception wearing white as retaliation for when Camilla wore white to his first wedding?" Lydia asked. 

"Seriously? That's your question?" Nate chuckled and for a long time, nothing happened again.

“Did we lose her?” Win wondered aloud, watching the board for any tremble of movement.

Instead of drifting towards the yes or no, the planchette vibrated slightly before moving to the letter S. 

"S? what does that mean? I, M..." Nate watched it in confusion. 

"Simon? Why is she talking about him?" Lydia felt another shiver, but instead of excitement, this time it was fear.

"Guys, I don't think we're talkin' to th'dear departed Queen," Winnie whispered, her mouth going dry. She wanted to pull her hands away or yank the planchette to the 'goodbye' scrawled in the corner, but she couldn't move.

"Oh well, I think we have the wrong person, so... we respectfully ask to end this seance and say goodbye," Lyds stammered, but her hand was pulled as the spirit started to spell another word. 

"Oh shit... MU... MUR... Murder, that's just great," Nate grimaced, shaking his head and regretting every decision he made that day.

"Simon and Murder," Win mused. "Oh fuck... I think we're talkin' to--" her exclamation cut short as the table beneath the ouija board began to vibrate.

"Sally? Is that you?" Lydia asked and the planchette surged towards the yes. "Oh, for fuck's sake, we know he killed you, you were gonna send us to jail! For a self-defense murder!" 

"Wait who's Sally?" Nate asked before his mouth fell open. "Oh... the corpse bride lookin' cunt who gave me shit for that brick on her windshield!"

“Yeah, our probation worker,” Win added.

Nats opened his mouth to ask what to do next when the lights began to flicker ominously and the planchette began to move again. “What’s she spellin’ now?” he yelped, hoping no one could hear how freaked out he was.

"Justice... oh please! You're dead!" Lydia cried, but she didn't want to upset the spirits. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry. It's just that he had to do it." 

"We're good people! We never killed anyone cause we wanted to. Please fuck off," Nate pleaded.

“Let’s hang up, this call is goin’ nowhere,” Win said, dragging the planchette over to the ‘goodbye’ in the corner. “See ya, y’frigid bitch,” she muttered, wiping her hands. 

“Guess she’s still pissed at us, even after all that time,” Nats mused. “Y’d think she’d mellow out after findin’ her boyfriend in th’afterlife.”

"Maybe they went to different places," Lydia pointed one finger up and one down. "I mean, Tony wasn't amazing, but he didn't do that to us cause he wanted to either. He was possessed." 

"Maybe," Nate shrugged. "Can't see her anywhere, so it's over. Don't worry." 

"I'll call Simon to put a Greek evil eye on his door," she jumped in search of her phone.

"I don't think Tony woulda turned violent unless he already had violence in his heart," Win murmured thoughtfully as she picked up the ouija board to put away. "But I'm glad that's over with, it gave me the skeevies."

"Probably, think we all got powers that had to do with who we are. I've always felt really vulnerable, so I got a shield. Nathan is dumb so he can't die..." 

"Hey!" Nate laughed. "Don't think that's why!"

"I was afraid of bein' seen as a leech, so my power's leechin' other peoples'," Win muttered, still kinda sore about that one, even if it did come in handy.

"Don't say that, your power saved us so many times," Lyddie emerged from their room with her phone to give her wife a hug. But just as she took the other woman in her arms, the bedroom door slammed shut

Yelping in surprise, Win jumped into her arms. "D'you think...? It couldn't have been Sally, could it? We ended the seance..." she whispered, a chill running down her spine.

"She never said goodbye, but... Nate said he couldn't see anyone," Lyds held her protectively. "It was probably the wind, I left the window open."

"Right, yeah. The wind..." she agreed hesitantly, shaking her head, her voice trembling slightly. "C'mon, let's go make something to eat."

"Yeah, there's some leftover curry, I can toast some bread," Lyddie tried to not freak out for everyone's sake. 

"Yummy! I'm starvin', all the supernatural shit really drained me," Nate hopped on the stool and leaned over the counter.

“Are you really not even a little rattled?” Win asked the boys as she pulled the dish of leftovers out of the fridge for Lydia. 

“Nah, what’s she gunna do?” Nats scoffed, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Your mum and our brother have t'make the biggest effort t'visit. What makes Sally so powerful that she could haunt us?" Nate agreed. 

"Don't worry baby, nothing is gonna hurt us, I'm here," Lyddie smiled reassuringly.

Lydia’s words placated Win for the time being, but by the time they were getting ready for bed, more strange things began to happen. 

“Nate, did you filch my clean pyjamas from th’bathroom?” Winnie huffed, emerging in her towel, her hair still dripping.

"That would've been a great idea t'see you naked, but no... someone got there before me," Nate gave his brother an accusatory glare. 

"I can find something for you to wear," Lydia offered, opening the top dresser drawer and screaming when the bottom one opened as well, hitting her legs.

“What, it wasn’t me!” Nats cried, his exclamation turning into a sharp shriek of alarm as his wife cried and jumped back. “Oh shit! Lollipop, you alright?” 

He quickly rushed to her side and kicked the dresser door shut. Suddenly the lights began to flicker faster and faster before the door slammed shut with a whoosh leaving them in darkness. 

“I’m fairly certain that wasn’t th’wind this time!” Win exclaimed, having jumped into Nate’s arms atop the bed. 

"Yeah, we might have a problem," Lydia murmured, letting Nats embrace her. "How can we banish her? She's so salty for no reason! She took my brother's phone, he was just trying to get it back." 

"I don't know, I'd call my priest uncle, but things were a little awkward after the... y'know, fake possession stunt," Nate shared a look with his twin before loosening Winnie's towel to get a peek at her goods. "Ooh, nice, never gets old." 

She gave him a halfhearted smack to the shoulder but didn’t bother recovering herself. 

“I’m gunna ignore th’bit about a fake possession, though I’m definitely curious,” she said, looking between the two. “Maybe we should call a priest though? Not your uncle, but a priest?” she asked, her gaze going to her wife.

"Do you know any priests? I've never even been to a church, my mum's a former Catholic turned atheist and my dad's a Jewish hippie," Lydia covered them all in a force field as one of her Tony awards was launched from the shelf. 

"I don't know, maybe there's some 0800-priest. Do we know any pastors maybe? Or monks? Maybe your dad knows a rabbi!" Nate asked.

“No, sorry. My family never went t’church either.” Win shook her head. “Maybe we could call th’local parish? See if they can help us?” She suggested, wincing as several books exploded from the shelf.

"We can't sleep like this! Let's go over there right now, I'm not letting this cunt hurt you. Nate, get us dressed, we're leaving," Lydia demanded. 

"Right now? It's late," he said, though he followed her instructions, snapping his fingers to dress all of them up. "Could be dangerous." 

"Not as dangerous as sleeping with a vengeful spirit in our house. Someone will have to help us."

“Will anyone even be there at this hour?” Nats asked, quickly shutting his mouth at the look his wife threw him.

"If there isn't, we're spending the night with my parents," Lyddie shoved a few essentials in a backpack and headed to the door while covering herself and the others still.

"What if she tries t'follow us?" he wondered as they walked across the estate to the big cathedral.

"Then I guess we better hope th'priest is in," Win murmured.

As expected, the doors at the church were locked, so Lydia banged with both fists while Nate tried to unlock it. 

"Hey! We need help! We messed it up and now we're haunted!" She screamed.

After several minutes of their pounding and Lyddie's screaming, the door finally swung open, revealing a very disheveled looking man. 

"Yes?" He exclaimed, leaning heavily against the church door.

"There are millions of bloody priests in the world, why the fuck he's the one helpin' us?" Nate hissed. 

"Oh my... this is... this is new," Lydia's legs nearly gave out when she saw him, an exact copy of Nathan but with some facial hair. Not much, but enough to make her weak in the knees. 

I fancy a priest, I'm so going to hell if I die one day, she thought, even more turned on by how sleepy and messy he looked.

"What, may I ask are y'doin' bangin' on th'door at this hour?" The priest asked, his gaze taking in all four of them. 

"Oh..." Win breathed, discreetly reaching for Nate's arm, subconsciously trying to remind herself that she was married. 

"We're bein' haunted!" Nats exclaimed, breaking the silence. "We need an exorcism, STAT!"

"We're so sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you, but it's really urgent," Lydia tossed her hair and fixed her posture. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to this guy, it'd not like anything would ever happen anyway. "There's a vengeful spirit throwing things around the house, we were trying to communicate with the Queen and things went south. We really really need your help," she pouted slightly.

“Why were y’tryin’ to talk to th’Queen?” the priest scoffed, amusement breaking the annoyed expression he wore. “Come on in, I gotta get dressed,” he murmured, gesturing for them to follow him.

"The royals are sort of a hobby of mine," Lydia obeyed, turning agape at Win like a giddy fan meeting her idol. "Even though I'm not exactly a fan of authority... can I ask what's your name, father?" 

"Get a grip, you're married! And thinkin' what you're thinkin' about a priest is a sin for sure," Nate whispered in her ear. 

Win met Lyddie’s look with one of her own and had to fight to stifle her snicker as she overhear his hissed warning. 

“Uh, it’s Kay,” the priest answered distractedly, leading them to his office, which doubled for a bedroom. “Sit wherever y’like, make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, gesturing to a few worn armchairs in the corner while running his other hand through his close cropped curls.

"Thank you," Lydia smiled, already grateful to Sally for being so stubborn. 

Nate took a seat and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her like a dog protecting his bone. "You're shameless, woman," he scolded. 

"What? I didn't do anything, and you are right. We're married, for over ten years, you should be over your silly jealousy by now. He's a man of God, I could never!" She fought not to laugh. "I just hope he can help us with the house. Right, Winnie?"

"Yeah, I hope so too," she agreed, sharing a tiny grin with her wife. 

"Okay, now get me up t'speed," Kay exclaimed as he returned to the room wearing his vestments. "You said somethin' about en exorcism?" he asked, sitting down on the arm of the chair opposite them. 

"Yeah, we're bein' haunted by th'ghost of one of our probation workers," Nats explained.

"Almost fifteen years ago we were arrested and had to do some community service. My brother and this probation worker were having some sort of relationship," Lydia winced thinking about it. "She passed away during an accident and today when we tried to communicate with spirits, she's the one who came forward and she's really angry for some reason. We were wondering if there's anything you can do."

Kay looked thoughtful for a long moment. "I can come and bless your house, I s'pose." 

"That's it?" Nats exclaimed incredulously.

"You say that as if you can do it yourself..." Lydia gave him a pointed look. "That would be great." 

"Sorry, we're not exactly wired t'trust priests," Nate muttered.

Kay winced and opened his mouth before shutting it again, deciding better not to ask. "Since I'm awake, I suppose now's as good a time as any," he said instead, getting to his feet. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, we're so sorry by the way," Lyddie got up, fixing her skirt. "That whole mess might just make me religious." 

"Mhmm, the mess," Nate took her backpack so she wouldn't have to carry it on the way back.

"Oh hush, you," Win hissed, nudging his shoulder as they filed back out the church and back into the night. 

"D'yeh think this'll actually work?" Nats wondered in a hushed voice. "No offense to our lookalike priest," he muttered.

"I really hope so, this has t'be worth it," Nate rolled his eyes, following behind as the girls led the way. "Otherwise we'll have t'move out or some shit."

Once back at the house Nats entered hesitantly, looking around to see if Sally was still around. "I think th'coast is clear for th'moment," he said, turning around to let the others in.

"Ah what a bitch!" Lydia gasped when she saw their stuff scattered all over the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to curse." 

"You sure?" Nate held up the two halves of her destroyed signed copy of Junji Ito's Uzumaki. 

"That cunt whore!" She yelped and immediately covered her mouth, shaking her head in embarrassment.

"It doesn't bother me if you swear," Kay assured her, pattering her shoulder lightly as he stepped past her, surveying the room.

Suddenly a vase fell from the mantle, smashing on the ground and making them jump. "Wow, you weren't kiddin', that's one angry spirit," he murmured.

"We have no idea why..." Lyddie shrugged, taking Nate's hand when she noticed he was staring daggers at Kay. "You'll fix my book later, right? And our trophies..." 

"Ask him..." he huffed stubbornly but quietly. 

"Oh come on, are you 33 or 13?"

“I can fix them,” Win whispered. 

“Sometimes it’s not fair you can do that,” Nats grumbled.

"Thank you, my lovely perfect wife," Lydia stuck her tongue out at the boys. 

"You're too soft on her, Winnie," Nate folded his arms.

“And you’re getting your knickers in a twist over nothin’,” she snapped back. 

"If y'say so," Nate couldn't deny that fella was being more than generous helping them out in the middle of the night.

“Not to worry,” Kay said, turning back to the four of them. “I’m going to th’cleanse your house now.”

"Thank you so much, do you need us to do anything, father?" Lydia asked tying her hair up in a ponytail. 

“I’m gunna sprinkle some holy water in each room as I pray. All yeh need t’do is follow me,” he explained, reaching into his robe to grab his vial of the liquid.

"Yeah, of course," she took Win's hand, not for a moment doubting that plan was going to work. It only made sense... Nate on the other hand was quite unimpressed.

Winnie squeezed her wife's hand and followed after Kay. Though she didn't believe in the whole Jesus thing, she hoped that this prayer thing would work. 

"How much you wanna bet this is gunna work or not?" Nats whispered to his twin.

"I bet a threesome that it's not gonna work," he whispered back smugly. "There's no fuckin' way one of our variants is a priest... he must be a fake, only doin' it for the free accommodations."

"Deal." Nats shook on it. 

"What are you two on about?" Win hissed as they passed through the living room to the kitchen where Sally had left another mess. 

"Nothin'," Nate flashed her a charming grin. "Just talkin' about how much we love our wonderful wives. There ya go always thinkin' the worst..."

Kay sprinkled a few drops of holy water as they went, his voice a melodic prayer. Winnie gave the Nathans a doubtful look, but held her tongue, not wanting to disrupt the cleanse.

I think there's something wrong with me, this is turning me on, Lydia thought, making the sign of the cross and shaking those thoughts away. 

Kay continued his prayers, making the sign of the cross before leading them onto the next room. 

Suddenly as they returned to the bedroom, everything began to vibrate violently, but he merely raised his voice louder, unperturbed as he flung a spray of holy water across the space. "Leave this house, spirit! By the name of God, I command ye!" 

"This is exciting," Win breathed, grabbing Lydia's arm.

"Oh you have no idea..." she brought her wife's hand to her chest, where anyone could easily feel her heart racing. "He's not even scared, he's amazing." 

Nate rolled his eyes, trying to look as unfazed, even though he was a little bit freaked out. The lights were flickering and the sounds of the objects flying around were deafening. It all got worse until it finally stopped, leaving them in the most peaceful silence.

"--In God's name, amen." Kay finished his prayer and smiled, turning to face the four of them. "Looks like she's left." 

"Oh thank God," Win exclaimed, while Nats still eyed the room reluctantly, just waiting for Sally to return.

"So that's it? That actually worked?" Nate scoffed, only thinking of the threesome he'd have to sit out. 

"You're a lifesaver! This is incredible! I have no idea how to thank you," Lydia laughed, unable to contain her excitement. "D-do we pay you? Can I bring you lunch tomorrow?"

"Oh," Kay exclaimed, somewhat taken aback. "No payment is necessary, but..." he hesitated, turning his grin on her, "lunch would be nice, after wakin' me up in th'middle of the night," he chuckled. 

"What if she comes back?" Nats cried, scowling at the way Lyddie was gazing at the priest. 

"I suppose, let me know and I'll try something a little more advanced," he answered, frowning slightly. "But in th'meantime, maybe no more tryin' to contact the dearly departed Queen via ouija board."

"I promise we will never touch another board again, we'll let the Queen rest," Lydia nodded, already planning what she was going to cook the next day. "I'll make sure to update you tomorrow on the whole ghost situation." 

"Yeah well, thanks," Nate sighed, his face unbiddenly showing exactly how jealous he was. "Let's hope she doesn't come back," the last thing he wanted was to invite him over to get rid of another poltergeist.

Kay nodded. "It was my pleasure, good night to you," he said, following them back to the front door and stepping out into the dark street. As soon as he was gone, Nats shut the door heavily and let out a loud sigh.

"Winnieeeeeee!" Lydia squealed, jumping around, it had been a few years since a new variant had appeared. "We're ghost free! Well not really, but the bad ones are gone I hope." 

"Thankfully," Nats sighed, catching her around the middle.

"Guess I'll clean the mess then," Nate muttered, waving his hand to fix what was broken and get it back in place even though he swore he wouldn't do it.

Win laughed at her wife's excitement before turning to Nate and winding her arms around his neck, stretching to do so. "Thank you, babe," she whispered. 

"Yeah yeah..." he tried to fight a smile. "What don't I do for you two?" He held her in turn, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

She smiled, tilting her chin to look up at him. "Think we can resume where we were when I was in your lap with naught but a towel?" she purred, twining one of his curls around her finger. 

"Now that's a plan," he lifted her in his arms, disappearing with her clothes even before reaching the bedroom. "So much better."

She giggled, letting out a yelp as he tumbled to the bed with her. "So glad to have our home back t'normal," she murmured, running her fingers through Nathan's curls.

"Me too, from now on we only summon the spirits we know," Nate mumbled against her lips. "I kinda bet a threesome with Nats and lost, so I'll keep you tonight. All mine."

"Guess y'shoulda had more faith then," Win teased, opening her mouth to him, grinning into the kiss. "But mmm, I like th'sound of bein' all yours tonight."

"Stop with that face, I'm not even looking and I know which face you have," Lydia turned in Nats' embrace and touched the tip of his nose with her own. "See? I knew it."

"And what face is that?" He asked with a laugh, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose.

"It's cute, you always scrunch your nose and your lips do this thing when you eat something you don't like or when you're jealous," she teased, scratching his scalp gently.

"Yeah, yeah, obviously I'm jealous," he grumbled, pushing his lip out further.

"As cute as it is when you're jealous of us, you know there's nothing to worry about, have we ever fucked another Nathan? We met several... and this is probably the only one who doesn't want anything to do with us," Lydia assured, stealing a kiss.

"I know," Nats murmured, pulling her closer by the waist and deepening the kiss.

"Good, you're the only one for me," she whispered. "Well, not really, but you get the picture."

Tag List: @firstpersonnarrator @elliethesuperfruitlover

[donutsupremacy]

Your clue is in my heart

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Evidence #1- [Name]'s pathethic children + Kaeya

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<Character information>

[Name] [Surname]

2nd year criminal justice major

Aspires to be a police officer in the future, and they have a good chance to become one seeing as they're at the top of their class.

Unfortunately, this means taking the same courses as Heizou, who loves to one-up them in their mutual courses.

Has basic combat skills.

Is the group's mixture of a responsible person and a chaotic nuisance, leaning towards the chaotic part more.

Quite popular due to being the 2nd most attractive student, but stays loyal to their one and only.

Lumine

2nd year tourism major

Wishes to be with her twin brother in being travel agents.

Has a niece named Paimon.

Gets hit on by Childe 24/7 who ends up getting a beating from Aether.

But if Childe is stirring up madnass, you bet she's gonna join in.

Tsundere Lumine lol.

Lots of students come to her and Aether for help on various things. They don't get a choice to say no. (Poor travellers)

[Name]'s best friend since kindergarten and knows every single one of her dark secrets that she can use as blackmail.

Beidou

3rd year marine science major

Wants to be a sailor so she could always be close to the sea.

Major simp for Ningguang who secretly pampers her (and her group) with expensive gifts.

Hypes up the group's more chaotic part.

Loves to challenge Venti to drinking competitions.

If anyone's bullying on her friends, she'll be there to turn the said bullies into human pretzels.

Intimidation 1000

[Name]'s 2nd best friend since the start of highschool, mainly met each other through Lumine.

Childe

3rd year sports major

Wants to kick ass as a football player.

The school's 3rd most attractive student, causing girls to swoon by existing, but has eyes on Lumine only.

Occasionally spars with Heizou and helps [Name] with combat training.

Despises Kaeya for flirting with others when [Name] is literally right next to him.

Is the main cause of any trouble in the group.

Met [Name] at the beginning of their college years and became their self-proclaimed big brother because he thought they looked cute and also cause he had a small crush on them once.

Thoma

3rd year veterinary science major

Hopes for the world to become a better place and for all the stray animals to find themselves a loving owner.

Most responsible person in the group that stops fueling the fire if the chaos is getting out of hand.

Has a pet doggo named taroumaru.

This ball of sunshine rarely refuses to help anyone.

Taroumaru was escaped once and found [Name] during their graduation day in highschool, they then return Taroumaru back to Thoma and then they became good friends.

Albedo Kreideprinz

4th year chemist major

One of the most intelligent students that's going to be a great alchemist in the future.

Gets bombarded with people asking him questions and getting him to do their homework. Getting him to agree is a 50/50.

2nd most responsible person in the group.

Usually doesn't chat much in the group unless it's on the weekends, doesn't turn down any hangout invites, though.

Was in a project with [Name] in one of their mutual courses, they passed with flying colours and became good friends as he enjoys their company.

Kaeya Alberich

3rd year sports major

Plans to become a sports star and earn millions of gold medals for [Name].

Teyvat University's #1 heartthrob.

Actually, the two of them went to the same highschool and got together when it was his graduation day, they've been pining eachother since the start of [Name]'s highschool years.

Genuinely cares and loves [Name]... but that never stopped him from shamelessly flirting with others.

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A/N: Choosing everyone's major is a lot harder than it looks haha—

Yes, I am projecting my deez nuts jokes obsession on [Name] and forcing Kaeya to adopt it.

There's quite a plethora of things I wanted to add but they're mostly unnecessary and their information list is already long enough.

Like i've said, I don't have any experience with college related education and stuff, any information would be greatly appreciated so feel free to correct me! (It's possible I might be a lil' too lazy to edit any corrections lol)

Btw, that's a pic of you and Kaeya in his Twitter header ;)

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Masterlist | Heizou's evidence

[cowboylikedean]

tbh i think that mostly just has to do with who subscribes to those different ideas. body positivity is an idea/movement that is generally led by plus sized individuals trying to love themselves in a world that hates them whereas body neutrality is more generally talked about by average sized or even skinny people who are dealing with body dysmorphia problems of their own but just not for the “society hates me” reasons - not trying to accept their body necessarily but to just not think about it at all. again i say this all in a general sense and as an overweight person. i do totally get what you’re saying and why you wanted to point it out but idk in my experience the body neutrality thing is nice and a great goal in theory but like i said when i live in a world that actively shames me every day i feel like i need to be more than neutral about my body if i want to get by, but i can see how that may work for others

but that's exactly my point anon

a body acceptance movement centered around thin and average people is always fatphobic because it will always maintain the status quo for fat people and it will never get to the crux of the issue.

I have said repeatedly on this subject that you cannot fight negativity with neutrality and I mean it.

Think about it... If someone says "Fat people are nasty," the statement "fat people exist" doesn't negate them or challenge them in any way. "Fat people are wonderful," however, does. The same goes for a personal statement. "I'm too fat" is not countered by "I am the size that I am," it's countered by "there's no such thing as "too fat" because "fat" is not a bad thing to be."

You will never fight negativity with neutrality. Neutrality that focuses on thin and average people, then, will always continue the cycle of fatphobia and will then miss the mark of why average and thin people feel uncomfortable and are held to unhealthy and harmful societal standards.

"I'm too fat" is not a judgement about your size, it's a judgement about fat in general. Because regardless of your size, there would be no such thing as "too fat" if you didn't hate fat people. And thus, the way to fight "I'm too fat" is to fight the hatred of fat. The hatred of fat cannot be fought by body neutral sayings such as "I am the size that I am" or even "Fat is just a part of your body." Both of these statements can exist and fat can also be bad. You have to fight the idea that fat is bad, which can only be fought with the idea that fat is good.

It's the same reason why -1 + 0 = -1. You have to add positive 1 to negative 1 to make 0. You have to cancel out the negative with a positive.

With the body neutral movement, from the second tiny thin Jameela Jamil was all over the internet and late night TV proclaiming it 'better' than body positivity, thin and average people looked for a way to not confront their fatphobic assumptions. So much of this space is just thin and average people telling themselves and each other that they're not fat, and not to think about it. It never challenges the underlying assumptions and prejudices. And because these people are not affected by those assumptions and prejudices, when they give themselves permission to not think about it, they give themselves permission to not care about what happens to us. To look the other way. It's not about them and their issues (even though - it IS because their issues only exist because of the assumptions and prejudices about us), so they don't have to care! They walk around with neutral sayings that help them get through the day while allowing the negativity towards us to continue while feeling morally justified and great in that it's not their problem.

So yeah, you and I and others like us need to be more than neutral about our bodies to combat the negativity and they have the privilege to not care. But then how is that not hating us? How is that not evil? How is that not fatphobic and disgusting?

Body neutrality is fatphobic. End of story.

[moistvonlipwig]

Some other frog fandom trends I've noticed:

-You mentioned how people sand away or dismiss Anne's flaws, but even many people who do fully acknowledge Anne's flaws tend to end their acknowledgement with "which she no doubt picked up from Sasha", implying that all of Anne's flaws she has to grow out of are solely Sasha being a bad influence on her, even though the show itself never says this (and even people who speculate how Sasha's flaws come from her parents divorce don't use this to disconnect her from her flaws the same way its done with Anne, i.e. Sasha's seen as more one worthy of being regarded with complexity, even by people who hate her).

-It also seems most of the fandom takes Sasha being more muscular and stronger than Anne as an excuse to forget that Anne is an athletic jock who can keep up with Sasha in every other physical field without any issue. I note this b/c as people use this to portray Sasha as super-masculine, they at the same time portray Anne correspondingly as super-feminine in ways that seem really dismissive rather than true to her character, and these two portrayals then bleed through into a lot of Sashanne fan art I've seen. I love buff Sasha, but the way some portrayed Anne in regards to this always felt weird to me.

-Relatedly, all of Sasha's feminine traits being ignored is usually associated with Anne's feminine traits being over-emphasized, and masculine traits ignored, to provide a contrast in fan art between the two.

-When Matt did an interview going over the finale, and how Anne and Marcy represented his goal of providing a more multi-faceted depiction and rejection of stereotypes for Asian people, both in real life and in fiction, the reaction of most fans was to ignore this and focus only on a gag question asking Matt about a joke in a S1 episode, that the fandom complains about being the worst episode -"Cracking Mrs Croaker"-, to proclaim that Anne was now canonically shippable with Sasha or Marcy.

-While people complain about Marcy not being mentioned enough in S3, they tend to complain way more about it for Anne than for Sasha. The implication for the fandom for some reason seems to be that its acceptable for Sasha to not want to confront what happened to Marcy, but for Anne its inexcusable, b/c, even disregarding the fact its a kids show, trying to avoid a breakdown over traumatic events means she's being written as a sociopath, apparently.

...Okay I promise I'll get to the rest of what you wrote in a moment but I have to call a big ole pause to go get my eyes checked because they're telling me that you just wrote that Amphibia fandom thinks "Cracking Mrs. Croaker" is a bad episode but that can't actually be true...right??? Please tell me you were joking because that can't POSSIBLY be a widespread opinion that people have. That's one of the BEST S1 episodes. It's got MRS. CROAKER in it aka THE BEST FROG CHARACTER. Hello???

I'll move on to your other points now but frankly if that's true then that is the biggest strike against Amphibia fandom yet. What the hell, guys. How is your taste that bad. (And if it's not true, then that was a very cruel practical joke to play on me, anon!)

Anyway, addressing each point individually:

ANNE, SASHA, & FLAWS

Yeah, now that you mention it, I've seen people attributing Anne's flaws to Sasha that way. Perhaps most bafflingly, I recently saw someone attributing Anne's behavior in "Girl Time" to Sasha's influence, saying that clearly Sasha must have forced Anne to enjoy girly things and that's why Anne was pushing girly things on Polly. (I guess they didn't get the masc!Sasha memo the rest of the fandom did lol.) What's extra ridiculous about this is that they apparently never considered that societal forces exist beyond Sasha "The Most Evil Girl In All The World" Waybright and that maybe, just maybe, the reason Anne acts like a sexist jerk in that episode is not because her best friend controls her every thought like some sort of mind-puppet, but because she has grown up in a deeply sexist world that reinforces sexist messages at every level and she has never properly been challenged to rethink any of these ideas she's absorbed and she certainly hasn't bothered to reexamine them on her own.

So again there's a refusal to engage with Anne's complexity. She is reduced to a victim, an empty vessel for other people to pour negative traits into. But I don't know that I agree with you that people are willing to afford complexity to Sasha either. It seems to me this reading generally flattens their dynamic as a whole and simplifies them into Anne the poor put-upon good person who has been led astray by the machinations of Sasha the evil toxic bad person who just sucks. Neither are granted the space to be full people. Which is a shame because part of the magic of Amphibia is that the characters are so well-drawn and do feel like full people.

SASHANNE, MASCULINITY, & FEMININITY

Yeah, Anne is someone who strikes me as having both 'masculine' and 'feminine' aspects of her gender presentation. On the one hand you have episodes like the aforementioned "Girl Time" which shows that she does clearly enjoy 'girly' activities and outfits, but she's also been shown to be a jock like you said and sometimes she dresses more 'masculine', like her suit from "Anne of the Year". Sasha on the other hand, while muscular and skilled in combat, is pretty strictly feminine and even the sport she's into is cheerleading which is considered classically 'girly'. I think fandom often conflates 'muscular' with 'masculine' or 'butch' which is...problematic to say the least. (Throwback to the days of She-Ra fandom when people insisted on describing Scorpia of all people as 'butch'. *shudders*)

MATT'S INTERVIEW

I think I know the interview you're talking about! So I'll say a couple things about this. The first thing is that I've seen an odd trend crop up in some fandoms lately, particularly children's cartoon fandoms, of fans feeling like they need the creator(s) to validate their headcanons in interviews and other extra-textual material. Not just wanting that kind of validation, mind you, but feeling like they need it in order to keep having that headcanon. For instance -- I don't always keep up with Owl House-related interviews and BTS stuff because, well, I just don't care as much about that show lol, but I know that lately Dana gave an interview where she basically said that the only thing that's canon is what's in the show and that her headcanons are just that, headcanons, and a lot of people for some reason were, like, taken aback by that? And I just don't understand that reaction at all, like...of course only the text itself is canon! Of course the creators' opinions are just their opinions!

So in the case of Matt's interview, I reacted to his statement about Anne finding Mrs. Croaker hot with a nod and smile and then moved on. Because to me...sure it's nice to know that was his intention, but also, with all due respect to Matt, I don't really care if he intentionally made Anne sapphic or not. I don't give that kind of weight to creators' statements. She reads as a lesbian to me, so to me, she's a lesbian. And she'd be shippable with Sasha and Marcy and other female characters regardless of anything Matt did or didn't say. But I also say this as a grown adult who's been in many fandoms before, so, maybe that's the difference? Maybe if you're a lot younger -- and children's cartoon fandoms do skew younger for obvious reasons -- and Amphibia or The Owl House is your first or second fandom, that kind of creator validation is more important to you? IDK.

I think the other part of this is that, in general, white-dominated queer fandoms tend to prioritize queerness over discussions of race. (Granted I have no data on the racial makeup of Amphibia fandom but most fandoms on Tumblr are white-dominated so, forgive the assumption.) Personally, if I could ask Matt about the show, I would be more inclined to pick his brain about the other things you mentioned, like how his experiences growing up Thai-American influenced the show and its portrayal of Asian-American identities and themes of diaspora, immigration, and the experience of being othered. Oh, and I might specifically ask about the show's portrayal of mixed Asian/white friend groups that are majority-Asian because I find that aspect of the show really interesting, especially as someone whose middle/high school friend group had that racial makeup.

WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE MARCY??? :(

You're right, I do see more people complaining about Anne not mentioning Marcy vs. Sasha not mentioning her. I also see more complaints about Anne not mentioning Marcy much in 3A vs. her not mentioning Sasha much in early S2 even though S1 also ended with Anne witnessing an extremely traumatic near-death (and in fact near-suicide in Sasha's case) of one of her friends.

A big part of this is I think general Marcy-favoritism. Now I love Marcy. If hard-pressed I would probably rank her over Anne in terms of favorite characters, although it's really close and some days I might feel the opposite. But the Marcy favoritism in Amphibia fandom is...a bit extreme. I guess it's something that for once it's not the one white character who everyone is obsessed with? Lol? But it still annoys me, I think largely because it leads to a lot of poor analysis of the show. It's one thing if the fandom favors a particular character and analyzes them correctly; it's another thing if they favor that character and then get them, and the show as a whole, wrong.

But yes, there's also probably a double standard at play. Now, granted, Anne is the main character and we do spend way more time with her than with Sasha in S3, and we also have a way better sense of Anne's relationship with Marcy than we do of Sasha's relationship with her. So to be fair, I think if you're going to be mad about the characters not talking about Marcy, then I do get why you'd be more frustrated when it comes to Anne. But to accuse Anne of being a bad friend or whatever because of it without saying anything about Sasha is just silly and unfair.

But that circles back to my main problem which is that I just don't think it's a valid complaint for either character. Especially since Anne clearly does think about Marcy throughout S3 because in "The Beginning of the End" she has basically already forgiven her and come to understand why she did it. That took some serious thought on her part! (To be clear, I think Sasha also thought about Marcy, but while in 3A Anne had Marcy's journal in hand and the clarity of being safely on Earth with her parents and the Plantars to think the situation through, Sasha was trapped in a terrible situation as a consequence of Marcy's actions just as she had been for...um...the whole show. Hence why they come to different conclusions.)

But I also think that beyond this specific case, this complaint points to a general problem I see in some fandoms which is a lack of understanding that sometimes what we might want for the characters isn't good television. Anne moping around and constantly talking about a character who isn't there would not only not be in the spirit of the two seasons that came before, it just plainly would not be fun TV. Especially not for kids, who generally have much shorter attention spans than adults. Writing for kids is hard. Because if a kid isn't entertained by your show they will probably just turn it off and go hunt for bugs in the backyard or something.

You know what is fun TV? The Plantars being fish frogs out of water on Earth, Anne and the Plantars interacting with the Boonchuys, Anne making mistakes and learning from them, and Anne and both her families trying to avoid the Cloak-Bots and the FBI while trying to open a portal to Amphibia, with occasional interludes set in Amphibia showing Sasha growing as a person, Marcy being consumed by the Core, and Andrias trying to capture Anne. That's fun TV. That''s in keeping with the spirit of the show. And that's exactly what 3A did.

[thereaderinsertlady]

Look at this cute little AU I found on DA (OG image by TheBrunette-17)

(Hey eggy I just want to know your opinion on this idea)

The description of this image:

Here's a little crossover AU idea of a bunch of vampire/bat-like characters from different cartoons and games being in one family. They would all live together away from the outside world, away from human and non-vampire beings. Although the world can be a dangerous place for them, they still want to make friends with the opposing races and live in peace. They are still a happy family who stick alongside each other no matter what and use their special powers to protect each other from the harm of other monsters and even some hostile humans who believe them to be truly blood-thirsty demons. They also form friendships with some accepting humans and non-humans along the way, helping them boost their confidence and optimism for the future ahead of them.

Family Members:

Antasma- The single father of his family and the Bat King. Despite his frightening appearance, he is deep down a gentle soul who adores his dear children. He's a very affectionate and loving dad, but sometimes a bit embarrassing when it comes to meeting his children's friends. When it comes to his children getting hurt or injured by humans or other monsters, Antasma becomes a cold and callous creature, not hesitating to plunge them into a world of never-ending nightmares and horrors, all to protect his family. His favorite food is a special supplement called "Antasmuchies". Even though they're vampires, he wants him and his children to experience a lot in the outside world and be accepted into society, but also wants to make sure they won't wind up dead, either.

Marceline- The first and eldest daughter of Antasma and self-proclaimed "Vampire Queen". Marceline is a fun-loving, but also rebellious young woman who usually likes grinding on her ax-bass guitar and playing in her band, "The Scream Queens". She's a special vampire because she can not only drink blood, but also different shades of red. A very fearless daredevil, she's more than happy to do any crazy stunt, no matter how dangerous (such as riding on wolves or fooling around near fire). Even though she's a rebel, she loves her father Antasma with all her heart and promises to look after her younger siblings if he ever passes. She is currently in a lesbian relationship with Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom.

Marx- The only son in the family. Despite his short stature, Marx is actually the second-oldest child. He is a mischievous and cheeky trickster (somewhat like Bart Simpson), liking to prank his other sisters, his most common victim being Krul Tepes. Because of his tendencies, he does get into trouble often with Antasma. He has a quick temper, often quarreling with Krul and being frustrated with the bad side of the outside world. Despite this, he still has a caring heart and deeply loves his sisters, he's just afraid of showing it. He also remains optimistic that humans can accept him and his family, seeing him as more than just a merciless killing machine. He's best friends and has an unbreakable bond with Bunnicula.

Krul Tepes- The middle child and Antasma's second daughter. Krul is a rather eccentric teenage girl, usually dressing in gothic-lolita clothing and looking after her bat familiar, Arukanu. She often argues with Marx, but deep down she loves him dearly. She is rather prideful and a bit of a show-off when it comes to her vampire powers. She can come off as a bit rude sometimes, but she's still a kind and compassionate girl when it comes to her family and friends. She treats Arukanu like her own child and often likes to dress him up, much to his dismay. She frequently gets embarrassed by her dad but does sometimes show a bit of flustered happiness through his antics.

Flandre Scarlet- The second youngest daughter. Flandre is a very adventurous and naive vampire girl, curious of the outside world and its many inhabitants. She's usually a bit quiet, but also very sassy, not afraid of saying what's on her mind. Flandre loves to make friends with different visitors, usually because she's rather lonely without her family and doesn't have any friends. She can be rather strange herself, which is why she's close with Krul Tepes, usually liking to dress up and train her vampiric powers alongside her older sister. She's almost never seen without her Lævateinn by her side. She usually likes eating cake, but her all-time favorite food is cranberries.

Vampirina- The youngest daughter of Antasma's family. Vampirina is a very sweet, imaginative and outgoing girl who wishes to be a famous music star when she grows up. She looks up to her big sister Marceline as a role-model, as she's in her own band. She even gets to listen to her sister's songs on the ax-bass and sometimes playing along with her own instrument, the spookulele. Surprisingly, she's already friends with two human girls named Poppy and Bridget. They are part of their own band called "The Ghoul Girls", much to Antasma's pride and delight. She's also a bit of a daddy's girl when it comes to Antasma, with him usually nicknaming her "little Vee-Vee".

Bunnicula- A vampiric rabbit and the family pet. With his fangs, he sucks out the juice of vegetables, which gives him incredible powers depending on what veggie he drinks from (for example, carrots improve his eyesight, chili peppers make him breathe out a fire demon and beets make him move incredibly fast). He doesn't normally speak, but when he does, it's only to Marx. The rest of the family doesn't understand what he says, to them his speech usually comes out as rabbit-like squeaking. He deeply loves and cares for Marx, so he can become scarily protective when he's in danger. He has the ability to turn his ears into bat wings that help him to fly.

Characters: Antasma the Bat King (from Mario & Luigi, Nintendo) Marceline the Vampire Queen (from Adventure Time, Cartoon Network) Marx (from Kirby, Nintendo) Krul Tepes and Arukanu (from Owari no Seraph, Takaya Kagami) Flandre Scarlet (from Touhou Project, Team Shanghai Alice) Vampirina "Vee" Hauntley (from Vampirina, Disney) Bunnicula (from Bunnicula, Warner Bros. Entertainment)

(I also saw a DA user called Ezio1-3 make The Bat Queen (Yiyi) from The Owl House as Antasma's wife in his AU)

:0 I really like this idea! (And the art too). I definitely see Antasma as a daddy lmao