#this is the best we’re gonna get guys! how we all feeling? xD

[chaotic-tired-fox]

When you sense the ghost of your Crush/Unofficial Soulmate and panic

[rebelpeas]

im too hungover to put tags in ops notes but a time loop DOES go crazy for the dsmp ending. and not just because id already settled on the “there is no end because xd has cut it off/it’s his domain” theory (i can go find my post, i’d garden of eden-coded it i think) but because it’s awesome it makes sense for all the “bigger” story elements in terms of scale (time travel/tales, xd, limbo) and pulls it all together. i’m happy with that ending. it doesn’t feel like it cheapens the entire plot like it does with the nuke finale because the implication that this is the first server reset sucks sooo bad but if it’s been happening? for maybe a thousand times? THAT makes sense. and the lmanberg plotline is literally some guys having a character arc like Bro Doesn’t Know We’re In The Time Loop 🤣 anyway probably still not a perfectly satisfying ending if you’re a ctommy or lmanberg-centric pover but with that many storylines and characters you’re not GONNA get a one-size-fits-all ending without intense planning ahead so i think this is the best we got. and in a better world i would’ve loved to see how volume 2 played out after THIS finale

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace: Final chapter sneak peak

Special thank yooooouuuu to @welcometostayingawake for helping me pick out the swimsuit for this chapter, as well as the lingerie that will pop up at the end of the actual chapter, and listening to my ramblings and insanely detailed thoughts about what Laci would or wouldn't wear. Is it weird for me to think this in depth about what a character i completely made up would or wouldn't wear? Yes. Yes it is. but Mona listens to me anyway. I'm gonna get waaaaaaaay worse when it comes time to look for wedding dresses-uuuhhh I mean.. spoilers! XD

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“I’m not wearing a lifejacket!” Laci insisted as Benny, Will and Frankie sat in the boat, waiting for Laci and Santi to stop arguing. Well, as much as the pair could possibly argue with each other.

“Then I’m not wearing sunscreen” Santi countered, knowing how particular she was about that. “And neither is Frankie”

“Oh no,” Fish raised his hands in defeat while Will groaned. “Don’t bring me into this”

Laci ignored him, as he wished. “You’re wearing sunscreen, you’re not getting skin cancer. I don’t need a lifejacket”

“And I don’t need sunscreen, so we’re even” She pouted at him. Santiago scrubbed his face, trying to hold on to his resolve, but it was hard when she looked so fucking cute. She wore white two piece, the bottom was cheeky, but she wore the wrap skirt that went with it, uncomfortable with showing that much buttcheek, but perfectly happy with the minimal coverage over her chest and waist, unaware of the attention it brought. Laci was insecure about her body being so underweight, and her A-cup and lack of ass, no matter how much Santi couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t seem to understand how much she turned heads, thinking the outfit was simple and cute, not realizing how feral it made Santi. The second she stepped out of the bathroom, Santi felt himself getting hard quicker than he can remember since his teens and pulled her into the bedroom of the cabin under the guise of a ‘quick question’. He ate her out, grinding his hips into the mattress until he came in his swim shorts. Luckily, he brought a spare. 

“The water isn’t even deep!” 

“And you are barely 5 feet tall!” Santi crossed his arms.

Benny chimed in. “So are you, Garcia”

Will smacked him.

Frankie was tired. “Santi, put on the fucking sunscreen. Laci, wear a lifejacket”

Laci shot him a look for not taking her side. “You guys aren’t wearing life jackets either”

He rolled his eyes. “Because we’re all over 6 feet!” Fish groaned, taking off his new hat before running his fingers through his curls and putting it back on. "You could drown in a puddle"

Laci crossed her arms right back at Santi, mirroring his determined stance, and raising an eyebrow with a small smile. Just like the old days, Santi could easily read her expression. ‘You aren’t 6 foot.' He knew there was no malice behind it, and she knew he only meant well, even if she did feel a little childish. “I thought we were past you babying me”

Santi smiled back, and took her face in his hands, squishing them until she made a cute pout. “I’m not babying you, I just want to protect my baby” he let go of her face and tickled her neck just a bit

Laci giggled, beaming up at him.

The guys all groaned.

Will flopped his head back. “Y’all can’t be doing this all weekend, I’m gonna get sick.”

Laci ignored him too, looking up at Santiago through her lashes, giving her best, sweetest smile that she knew drove him mad. He’d do anything for her when she did that. “Santi,” She wrapped her arms around his thick waist. “It’s my birthday”

Santi groaned, hanging his head. Like the devil who went down to Georgia, he knew that he’d been beat. “You promise you can swim?”

Grinning, she affirmed her earlier promise and went to get in the boat with no lifejacket, taking Will’s hand he extended to help her in, leaving Santi to get in carrying the bags she had brought. Will offered his hand to Santi with a cheeky grin, but Santi smacked it away.

The day was warm, the Florida sun beating down on them, reminding the group why it was called the sunshine state

Santi and Benny had taken off their shirts in the sweltering heat, Frankie keeping his on to not make Will feel totally out of place for not taking his shirt off due to the scarring on his back.

Laci didn’t want to do the fishing, feeling bad for the fish as they flopped around. The guys had promised to kill the fish quickly to ‘put it out of its misery’ as Ben said. Santi was not having good luck. He didn’t really fish often, that was more Benny and, ironically, Catfish’s thing, the pair of them going out on fishing/drinking trips that Will was certain would end up with one dead. Santi had very politely asked for no alcohol on the boat. The cabin was fair game, but given Benny’s inability to pace himself and the way Frankies drinking picked up since attempting sobriety, Laci didn’t want to worry about anyone drowning. They all happily sipped on the wide variety of pop Laci was sure to bring, as well as the water she made them drink.

Everyone ate the sandwiches Laci had packed, taking a break from fishing and simply enjoying each others company.

Santi was applying sunscreen to Laci’s fair skin, wondering how long he could keep fighting the boner that was growing in his shorts, when Frankie looked up from the lake he had been peering in and nudged Laci “Hey, look” 

The two of them peered over the edge, Will telling them to be careful and not fall in, when Laci saw what Frankie was pointing out.

“Santi look! A turtle!” She pointed.

But before Santi could look, Ben came shouting “WHERES THE TURTLE!”, barreling to the opposite end of the boat, tipping the entire thing over.

Santi’s instincts went to grab Laci in some vain attempt in keeping her in the boat, but everything went wildly confusing before he even registered he was in water. Quickly, he oriented himself, popping up under the capsized boat. He could touch the bottom of the lake floor, but the water still rose to his mouth. Not taking more than half a second to take a breath, her dove back in, swimming under the boat and popping up the other end, only one thought on his mind as his head came over the surface 

“LACI!”

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cliff hanger!

Anyway I hope everyone is excited for the last chapter! Then it's onto Frankie's story. I bet no one can guess who his story is going to be with (sarcasm)

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[soundcrusher]

There’s always something new to learn

I could finally finish part 8 of the Spinoff set in the normal sentient Lost Light au from @cuppajj

You guys don't know how long it took me to finally figure out how to continue it. XD

Also, someone might be warming up.

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There was a commotion on board the Lost Light and Megatron could feel it, before he got a call from Rodimus asking him to come to his location. Although the second Megatron stepped into the medical bay, he already wanted to turn around again. There, with his legs sticking out of the vents, was Phoenix. Trying his best to crawl into the enclosed space, while Rodimus and First Aid were trying their best to pull out the hissing youngling. To no avail.

“Took you long enough.” Grunted the prime, as he looked over to the ex-Decepticon, before quickly returning his attention towards his slippery brother. Who had managed to get his leg free from First Aid’s grip and was now trying to do his best to get it free from Rodimus too. “Do something!”

Megatron raised an optical ridge, before shaking his head. “And what exactly do you want me to do? He’s your brother.”

“Yea, and you’re the former leader of the Decepticons. He has to listen to you!” Argued the prime back, before his grip slipped. Causing him to land on his aft and giving Phoenix the chance to scurry deeper into the vent. Although, the youngling didn’t make it far. Not with something blocking his way of escape. “Great! Just great! Now he won’t come out of there for a long time.” Groaned Rodimus and got up. Fixing Megatron with a slight glare. “And you didn’t come sooner, because?”

“Ah… Ultra Magnus and I were discussing some… things.” Was the former warlord's response, which got him a knowing smirk from Rodimus. “You can wipe that smirk off your face, Rodimus, we were mostly discussing poetry and some literature from earth. Now. Would you mind telling me why you told me to come? I doubt it has anything to do with you wanting to know what I do in my free time.”

Rodimus’ smirk only grew wider, before he crouched down to the vent and stuck a servo inside. Although, he had to quickly pull it out again, or else Phoenix would have kicked it out. “Easy. Phoenix is having one of his hissy fits again, and I thought he would listen to you. He isn’t listening to me and Lightlost walked out of the medibay, as soon as they entered. Saying something like ‘I think I know what to do’.” Said the prime with a shrug of his shoulders.

Megatron, yet again, shook his head. He might have been the leader of the Decepticons, but from the information Phoenix has given them, which considering how long he has been staying with them wasn’t much, he was clearly told by his crew to ignore whatever Megatron had to say. And yet, he could see why Rodimus would call him, of all mechs, to help out. Phoenix did, somewhat, interact with him regularly. Interactions Megatron was sure were only happening because the youngling and he both belonged to the same faction at one point. That, or because he didn’t regard the young spark with distrust whenever he was handed one of his handmade gifts.

So, Megatron let out a sigh, before answering his co-captain. “Rodimus, I doubt he will listen to me now either, even if he usually does. Haven’t you once complained about a similar situation? Maybe this isn’t because of Phoenix having a ‘hissy fit’ and not wanting to listen, but rather because of something else?” Suggested Megatron, but before anyone of them could say anything, their attention was grabbed by Lightlost and the two mechs following them into the medical bay. Convoy and Snow.

“You went and got them?” Asked Rodimus with some disbelief in his voice, before he shook his head and threw his arms up in a dramatic display of over exaggerated defeat. “Great, does that mean we’re gonna get a second youngling throwing a hissy fit, just because he doesn’t want to be in here?”

“Captain, I doubt that Snow will throw a ‘hissy fit’.” Said Lightlost calmly, while looking from their captain, over to the vent where Phoenix was hiding in. “But he might have some better… insight as to why Phoenix reacts like this whenever he has to come for a check up.”

Lightlost was right. Snow hardly looked bothered with being in here, unlike Phoenix who starts digging his fingers into the doorframe the second Rodimus tries to drag him in for a check up, or anything else that requires a visit to the medics. "Alright." Said the prime as Lightlost, Snow and he left the medibay to discuss the situation, while Megatro, First Aid and Convoy stayed behind to make sure Phoenix wouldn’t try to escape. With Convoy attempting to maybe get the youngling out by himself. “So… shoot, what am I doing wrong?”

Snow looked a little bit unsure at Rodimus, before averting his optics from him to Lightlost. Who smiled at the youngling reassuringly and placed their servo on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I doubt Rodimus is going to be mad at you, for telling him anything. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Y-yea… that’s a little bit what I was worried about.” Muttered Snow, which got him a small offended noise from the prime, that was too funny not to chuckle at. But hey, it seemed to help the blue and white youngling relax, because he took a deep inhale and started to tell them his thoughts on why he thought Phoenix was acting the way he does. “You’ll have to keep in mind that I’m not… well… We aren’t 100% the same mech. For example, he told me that he gets very uncomfortable around corpses, while I have gotten pretty used to them.”

That statement alone earned Snow a concerned look from Lightlost and a rather weirded out one from Rodimus. Causing the youngling to let out a small, nervous, chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. “Wait, hold up, you’re used to corpses? I mean, yea, Convoy told us about what happened in your universe, but… he kind of didn’t mention that.” Said Rodimus, as he put a servo on his hip and cocked his head to the side.

“Oh, he didn’t? I guess it’s not really that important then. But if you want to know, I just used to move the crew around and make them look like they were still alive. You know? Prop them up, make sure their guts wouldn’t spill out and over all repair them to make sure they were as live-like as possible. Granted, my work wasn’t all that impressive, but… Lightlost seemed to like it…” Snow grew quiet with each sentence, until he was silently staring at his servos, before clenching them and shaking his head. Not now. He can unpack that when he’s back in his own universe.

“E-either way. Phoenix hates the medibay, because of what his crew did. His old crew, not this one. He really likes you, all of you, minus Getaway. He once even told me that getting abandoned in space was the best thing that could happen to him, because he met all of you.” Snow gestured around. “I… can’t really understand that sentiment, because I got abandoned on a ship that… yea… messed me up? I mean, I know that I’m messed up. No normal mech would get used to the stuff I got used to and… well… At least I got two brothers out of it, two very nice guardians, my kinda dad and a punch of cool uncles. Like, did you know that Tesarus is really good at cracking jokes? OH! And he’s amazing with the crane game. He got me my shark plush! OH! OH! And Tarn is so cool, like a noble knight in shining armor, kinda like that one Thunderclash guy you’re always complaining about but I bet you secretly like him. Because, no-one would complain so much about someone if they didn’t like them. Roddy always complains about that one big flier he’s seeing, but I know he really really likes him! And Pharma is the best medic I have ever met! He’s given me so many tips on medical work while I was still recovering and… and…”

Rodimus had to place both of his servos onto Snow’s shoulders in order to stop his ramblings, because if he didn’t, they would have probably stayed in front of the medical bay for quite some time. That, and anyone passing by would have probably raised their optics rigs at the youngling for talking so… positive… about the DJD. It sure enough would blow Snow’s and Convoy’s covers. And Rodimus didn’t want to hear about his counterparts love live either. “Okay, Snow, listen. What you’re saying sounds nice and all, really, you can later tell me all about how nice those mechs are, but right now, we got some other things to worry about.”

Snow let out a small, sheepish chuckle and nodded his head. “A-ah… yea… Phoenix’s hate towards medical bays. Got you. So… ehm… I’m sure you remember what I told you about the scar, right? You know? The one on my back? Near the important cable?”

“Yes?” Rodimus was unsure where Snow was going with this question, until he remembered what the youngling told him when he and Convoy were still new to this version of the Lost Light. And then it dawned on him. Phoenix wasn’t throwing a hissy fit because he didn’t want to go to a check-up, he was throwing one, because he was terrified First Aid would do something similar as the medics from his old crew. Phoenix was scared of being hurt by those who have sworn to help everyone. And with one final look at Snow and Lightlost, the prime quickly turned around and rushed back into the medibay. Pushing his doppelgänger away from the vent, much to Convoy’s protest, and crouched down.

And Rodimus put on a smile, as he started to softly talk with his brother. Using the same calming tone that oftentimes came to use, whenever Phoenix came to him after a nightmare. Or when the youngling was feeling like the world was crashing down on him. A feeling, Rodimus knew all too well. “Phoenix, it’s me, Rodimus…. I’m sorry for dragging you in here. I just… I’m worried about you. Snow told me about…” Rodimus cut himself off for a moment, before looking back and motioning everyone to go out. Which was met with protest, but considering no-one was using the medical bay at the moment, everyone complied. With First Aid and Ambulon deciding that this was the best moment for a break and going to get themselves some Energon, while Megatron went back to Ultra Magnus. They still had to discuss that one story where a beautiful maiden fell in love with an ugly beast. And Convoy, having nothing better to do, joined Lightlost and Snow in front of the medibay. Throwing the cartographer a pointed look, before grabbing his brother's arm and pulling him along.

Convoy stopped halfway though, looking from his brother to Lightlost, before smirking. “Are you coming?” And his smirk somewhat grew, as he saw Lightlost look around before pointing at themself.

“Are you… Are you talking with me?” Asked the cartographer, which was met with a snarky repetition of their words from Convoy, before the darker prime decided to give them an answer. “Who else? Snow has skipped breakfast again, and I don’t want him to skip lunch too. So, we’re heading to our ship. Do you want to come too?”

“Of course!” Convoy felt annoyed at how delighted Lightlost sounded just from his invitation, but Snow looked happy about the prospect of having his “new friend” join them for lunch. So, Convoy resigned himself to that and waited for the disguised Titan to catch up with them, before they continued their walk towards the hangar.

The walk was surprisingly a nice one. While it still felt like the ship was watching his every move, it didn’t feel like something was going to snatch him, or Snow, up at any moment. Convoy was glad for that. Knowing that this Lost Light was safe enough to walk around in gave his overworked mind some form of comfort and allowed him to relax at least a little bit. He was still vary of everyone on here though, working as a bounty hunter and having been on the run for a long time does that to one, but at least it's bearable now. The only true distrust he still has is directed towards a handful of the crew. Lightlost still included.

“Alright…” Convoy broke the small, comfortable, silence after they made it to their small ship and he opened the door. “I was thinking about making my famous stew. We should still have the ingredients for that…” Muttered the prime as he started to rummage through the kitchen, while Snow looked up at Lightlost with a smile. Asking if they wanted some Energon, or maybe try some of his newest take on Energon Jelly Cubes. Although, even after Lightlost said no to both offers, they still found themself being pushed towards the dinette and seated, before a small bowl with the sweets was placed in front of them. With Snow looking excitedly at the cartographer.

“I would try at least one.” Said Convoy as he heaved a cooking pot onto the stove. Fixing Lightlost with another one of his pointed looks, before his optics turned slightly soft as he looked over at Snow. “He’s not going to let you off the hook that easily. And if he has to, he’s gonna shove that treat into your mouth, after making you scream by hitting you harder than any Decepticon ever could.”

“I doubt that-” Lightlost started, but got cut off by Snow.

“It was an accident!” Exclaimed the youngling, before looking over at his brother with a pout. “And I didn’t hit you that hard… Also, you said that you liked the cake!”

“Well, maybe I only said that, because I was scared that you would hit me again.” Came the reply from the prime, and it would have stayed by that, if Snow didn’t find his brother’s smirk annoying and started throwing Energon Jelly Cubes at him. Which the prime caught and ate, before getting tackled by the youngling. And despite landing on the floor in a heap of arms and legs, and throwing very light punches that hardly hurt anyone, both brothers were quick to start laughing as if nothing happened. With Snow smiling brightly and Convoy, for once, sporting a genuine smile. However, his expression soon enough turned stoney again, after remembering that they had a “guest”.

And with a grumble, Convoy got back up and started preparing lunch. With Snow’s help, of course, because the prime couldn’t really stop his brother from getting everything else out and start with one part of the recipe, while he prepared the other. Although, while they were making lunch, both of them kind of forgot about Lightlost. Talking and joking with each other, just like they would usually do, but Lightlost didn’t mind. On the contrary, they found watching the two brothers’ interactions with each other interesting and fun at the same time.

They were, after all, quite similar to their captain and youngling. While, yes, Phoenix was a lot more open and, dare they say, rambunctious and Snow seemed more on the calmer side, there were still things they shared. The obvious thing would be their crew. Both of them did not have an easy start, and it made Lightlost’s spark ache thinking about how anyone could treat such young sparks with as much hate as Phoenix’s and Snow’s old crews did. But then there were also the smaller similarities. The ones they got to see when they were visiting the amusement park. Like, the way both younglings would get excited over the same thing, or how they didn’t understand sarcasm at times. And then there was the talking.

If given the chance, both Phoenix and Snow could ramble on about Primus and the world. Oftentimes changing the topic halfway through a sentence, because they just thought about something completely different. And considering how Phoenix oftentimes would say nothing or stop talking to anyone after a short while, when he was still new on board, Lightlost couldn’t stop the small swell of pride in their spark from growing. Their youngling sure has grown in the time spent here, turning from a distrusting and scared youngling into one who walked through their halls confidently. And one who sometimes painted on their walls, even though Ultra Magnus has told him to stop on multiple occasions.

Although, thinking about their Phoenix’s growth made them wonder how Snow’s was. Lightlost knew what their counterpart did. Convoy has told them everything the second he got the chance to, and didn’t spare them any of the gritty details. Not even after Rodimus asked him to stop. So, how much work went into Snow’s recovery, before he too could grow more confident and less scared? It must have been long, or maybe, he was still healing. If their evening conversations were any indication.

Lightlost did catch Snow sometimes when he was wandering the halls at night. And they would offer their company to the youngling. Sitting with him in silence, or talking until the young spark would start to drift off again. When that happened, Lightlost would usually carry Snow back to his room, before leaving. Although, sometimes, Snow would look for them after a nightmare. Especially one that included their counterpart, because he needed the confirmation that this wasn’t them. That their counterpart didn’t come back and that they weren’t just a hallucination conjured up by Snow’s mind. On those nights, Lightlost would often find themself sitting in Snow’s room and doing the same routine as if they had found him wandering. Only with the twist that they would hold the trembling youngling in their arms and sooth his aching spark by softly singing to him.

Those nights were also the only ones where they found themself disliking their counterpart more than one would think.

“Are you okay Light?” Lightlost was pulled out of their thoughts by Snow, who was looking at them worriedly. “You… looked far away. Shanix for your thoughts?” Asked the youngling, as he placed a bowl of stew and a spoon in front of them. And Lightlost simply shook their head before smiling. “I was just… thinking about some things. Don’t worry too much about it Snow.” They said and watched Snow nod, before sitting down on the other side. And together, they started to eat. With Convoy joining them, after he made sure that the stove was turned off.

And like that, lunch went on smoothly. With small conversations then and there, until Convoy mentioned that one time he and Snow went on a small fishing trip. Then it turned from small talk to story time real fast, and Lightlost could have sworn that the darker prime was glaring less at them the more they talked.

Maybe he was warming up to them after all.

[captainsspnanon]

C2E72 - Clay and Dust - reaction

Alright, let’s see how many months it’s gonna take me to watch THIS episode. I am SO desperate to get to next episode, aka livestream of all time. (not long at all, luckily!)

Matt what the fuck is up with your mic quality??? I’m assuming that’ll get fixed shortly.

I adore this ad bit so much. First of all, Sam pretending that he can’t remember his kids’ names and how many he has??? This guy is the most loving father! But honestly, it’s all Liam’s monologue. We all know it’s all Liam’s monologue! SO GOOD. (I still have not seen the movie, but I think I watched the clip from it)

I’m so hyped for ‘please don’t kill me at a liveshow’ and ‘fuck it I’m a mammoth’ that I legit forgot that this was the episode where Fjord is a badass.

Honestly I’m surprised we still haven’t gotten the new art yet. I keep seeing Fjord without his beard and I’m like – wait that’s wrong. It’s a plus side of the pre-recorded, we get the art pretty much right away.

MAP MAP MAP MAP MAP I will always and forever love this group getting a map they are SO excited! Also it’s so weird that they are sounding out Uthodurn and not recognizing it (until Travis suddenly remembers EVERYTHING without even glancing at his notes). Oh hello little note that says Ruins of Molaesmyr. (….I literally just saw it and already forgot how to spell it. FUCK the name of that place, omg, I get it wrong every time.)

Knowing how this turns out, it’s fun to watch them all get very tense about the ghosts. Even Caduceus goes to ‘punch first’, with his whole aversion to undead. Travis definitely has a point though, C2 definite has a lot more of the ‘spooky’ combats as compared to C1. I also appreciate that Travis/Fjord is the first to point out that the ghosts aren’t messing with the Nein or acting aggressive.

(I just realized this is a very good episode to be watching on October 1st)

Is there ANYTHING more Mighty Nein than them walking along a lake packed full of ghosts and reading Tusk Love to them? I love it so much!

I am surprised that Matt nitpicked that Eagle!Caleb and Eagle!Jester can’t understand each other. I do get where he’s coming from, as Polymorph only changes the form to the animal and who knows if two real world eagles would be able to communicate such complex ideas as ‘take our friend and show her the smoke that we’re seeing so that she can communicate it with our other friends who we can’t currently talk with’, but I also feel like in a magical world where you can become a giant eagle through a magic spell, that intelligent creatures of the same form would be able to communicate with each other.

Sometimes it’s really the small quiet moments that are some of the best RP moments. Nott offers to help Caduceus do something alchemical with her residuum wholeheartedly, Caduceus turns and quietly asks Caleb what alchemical means, and Caleb gives a gentle simplified (maybe not fully accurate) explanation. It’s a small beat and doesn’t take it’s time or distract from the main conversation, just a little additional life for the PCs.

Unsure if Caleb/Liam is reacting to them talking about refined residuum, or if that’s just standard Caleb face. XD

Aaagh, Mom wants to watch CR together, which’ll be the liveshow. Guess I’m doing my rewatch SLIGHTLY out of order, as I still have two hours of this left to go, but I want to watch with her. XD Also means that next episode’s rewatch post is gonna likely be limited, as I won’t be sitting down and constantly pausing to type.

I appreciate that Taliesin/Caduceus asked if Whitestone was the closest place to get the refined residuum and Matt was able to say no. As much as the players clearly would have been down for it, Matt was still trying to keep things more separate. And I really appreciate the fact that, aside from Allura really, C2 is able to stand on it’s own feet. Even Artagan is so entwined into C2 that it doesn’t matter if you don’t know him from C1.

LOL at Marisha’s sheer excitement over Beau being able to read Dwarvish.

CORE ANVIL!!! Unsurprisingly, I was actually able to understand in my first watch through that this was a reference to C1. Knowing now that it’s where VM forged the trammels is a fun shoutout, but again, me not knowing for my first watch really didn’t have impact.

……...look I’m still trying to hold my resolve about not typing anything about C3 during these writeups, but oh it’s so fun to hear all sorts of hints dropped for stuff that we now know from C3.

Love the little tidbits of Jester writing smut and Caleb being so happy from just being able to read something new.

I completely forgot that Fjord asked Jester to message Vandran!

I’m guessing Matt rolled to see either if Vandran would be willing to answer, or rolling insight or something similar.

Travis is such an amazing role player oh my fucking god. Seriously *insert he’s got the range meme here* it is pure chefs kiss. I’ve loved all his PCs, main campaigns or one shots, but the introspective Fjord moments, the moments where he is insecure and freely accepts comfort from Jester (or later from the whole team), it just tugs at all the correct places of my heart. Caleb and Beau might be my favorite PCs (of all three main campaigns, actually), but I think Travis has steadily moved to be my favorite player at the table. (though that’s actually really hard because it’s actually all of them just depending on what moment I’m watching)

HE TOLD JESTER ABOUT HIS LOSS OF POWER!!!! Oh my god I completely forgot about this. This episode, despite being something that you’d think would be 100% Caduceus, is just FILLED with amazing Fjord moments, and we haven’t even reached The Part yet! Travis really made the decision that Fjord would be having a turning point here, with Vandran, sharing his fear, talking about his loss, and then The Part! I forget if we ever find out what triggered the change in behavior.

Fjord’s panic when Jester starts raising her voice when talking about bringing him to the Wildmother being their new mission, and his FACE when she keeps talking and promises to keep it quiet. I can’t pinpoint the moment where he starts to fall for her, but he’s definitely in the thick of it now.

I forgot about the dream too!!! I don’t think Fjord would have broken his pact the way he did if not for that dream, on top of all the conversation he had earlier. It was the exact right impetus to get him moving immediately, versus trying to puzzle out a way. It makes me wonder if Matt was prompted to make the dream because of the conversation Jester and Fjord had, or if Matt already planned for this to happen this night.

YOU. NEED. ME. MORE. THAN. I. NEED. YOU. GIVE. IT. BACK.

ONE OF THE BEST LINES OF THE ENTIRE CAMPAIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!

No thoughts, no analysis, just me freaking out over one of the best moments EVER.

Fjord revealing all the truthes to the group, Caduceus being a great support, Nott making the greatest joke about Fjord’s strength EVER.

What an amazing second half of the episode, SO GOOD.

Gonna go watch the live show now with Mom, so who knows how that write up will be.

[ahiijny]

tried out an escape room for the first time with some co-workers today, it was fun!

I feel like in hindsight, all the puzzles made sense and were fairly straightforward to solve. it's just that we tunnel-visioned a lot and so it was quite hard for us lol

(I guess there's a particular way of thinking that you gotta have to solve these puzzles and we weren't really familiarized with that yet :P)

so, the ppl who'd done an escape room before went off to do a more advanced room, and us first-timers went to do an easier room. according to the scoreboard at the front, supposedly this easier room had a 50% success rate, and the best time was like 17 minutes or something. the time limit was 60 minutes, though

gonna keep things vague to avoid spoilers in case any of y'all ever happen to do this exact same room (unlikely)

but we got stuck for like 15 minutes on the first lock lol. we ended up using up our first hint here

so they were like "ok, you've opened the box? and inside, there's a mirror?"

we were like, "yeah?…" I mean, we saw the hieroglyphs on the walls and the hieroglyph-to-number reference on the wall and we were like "ok so there are four walls and there are 10 of these swirly symbols on the walls (we counted) and this the only symbol that kinda looks like one on the graphic but the reference one swirls counterclockwise but the ones on the wall swirls clockwise so that can't be it… but wait, maybe that's what the mirror means! maybe it's a hint that we're supposed to mirror the glyphs on the wall and read from right to left? uhhhh"

nooope turns out we were supposed to use the mirror to do something very simple that we completely overlooked XD

anyway that opened up the door into a larger room and we got cracking on the stuff in here

we then got stuck for like half an hour trying to connect the letters in the maze with a lock that needs four letters to unlock

we used up our second hint here, and turns out we were on the wrong path! the maze was actually for a later puzzle, and the key to solving the next lock was something else, hidden in plain sight, on the four walls

so anyway, we got that unlocked, and made some progress, and then got stuck again trying to follow the directions on a parchment to unlock another chest

and we heard our other co-workers chatting loudly outside at this point, seems like they’d already escaped!

and then we kinda ran out of time here :P an hour was up.

one of the staff members came in and said we could keep playing if we wanted, they saw that we were struggling and gave us another hint

yup, so the stuff on the parchment wasn't intended for THAT lock, it was for this other thing instead! in plain sight! on the wall!

like, this all is the kind of thing where you go "ohhhhh that makes so much sense" in hindsight

ok, that lit up a thing, and we used the hint there to unlock another thing, and that had a thing in it that we used to look around and find the hints to unlock the lock we'd been mistakenly trying to unlock earlier (with the parchment)

a key! unlocked another box

and then a staff member came in and was like "ok, just letting you know, your friends outside are starting to get hungry for dinner"

and we were like "ahhhh are we close? can we just finish?"

and the guy was like "oh, you're on the last one!" and he gave us another hint

some looking around, some adding of numbers, some basic elementary school art class knowledge…

we got the final lock open, hit the button, and stopped the timer! 1 hour, 17 minutes, 53 seconds

not bad for our first attempt! I feel like now that we have a better feel for how these puzzles are laid out, we'd probably do better the second time :P (hubris)

I feel like the main reason we got stuck a lot was because we tunnel-visioned a lot. we also missed a lot of stuff that was hiding in plain sight. the key is open-mindedness, and not trying the same thing over and over if it isn’t working c:

it sounded like the ppl from the advanced group ran across the tunnel-visioning thing too, the confusion where one set of hints actually were intended for a different lock. but unlike us, they got everything figured out, and they managed to escape a few minutes before the time was up. and they only used one hint. apparently there were a lot of moments where they were about to use a hint, but then someone had an epiphany and figured something out, and then the hint was no longer needed.

wao

anyway that was fun!

and we got to our dinner reservation right on time! hehe :3

[fasterthanmydemons]

[ Speedster of the Galaxy ]

When Pietro sat down with them, the Guardians started to act the way they always did. Gamora sat next to Quill and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. The Guardians rarely let other members of their own team eat alone; bonds in space were few and far between, so sticking together was their way of staying strong. Besides, it was always nice to have a sense of connection and community. As Pietro explained how he liked to use his speed to get people out of harm’s way, Drax nodded approvingly. Groot, on the other hand, just frowned while nibbling on a toast.

“If I had super speed,” Groot said, “I would just use it to steal candy!”

“I don’t know who taught you that stealin’ is okay, kid,” Rocket added, pouring star-shaped cereal into a bowl before adding alcohol. “You guys want some? I stole like thirty-five boxes from Earth.”

“Dude, Rocket, you’re supposed to pour milk,” Quill said. “Not booze!”

A conversation about how they had been unable to fuel the Benatar on Earth followed. Rocket passed the cereal box to Mantis, who poured some for herself, before smiling and giving the box to Pietro. Quill said he was hoping they could fuel the ship on that planet while Gamora mentioned they should come up with an emergency plan to deal with Flerkens, which made Groot laugh uncontrollably when he saw Quill shudder at the reminder. There were no more incidents as they had breakfast, and afterwards they were left with an amount of leisure time that would probably be limited; Pietro was free to explore the ship, the planet, and look for resources for his turtle.

(Me ignoring this verse’s cosmic elephant in the room which is the language - in the GotG movies they do use a translator implant, however in IW and EG the characters from Earth don’t use those and they can still understand alien characters. Pietro, like Wanda, hates medical procedures so I have no idea how they’re gonna give him one.)

__________

{ Oh really? Hmm, I didn’t know that. Yeeeeah, that might be a problem for Pietro. He’s not as triggered by medical things as Wanda is in a panicking, trauma response sense, but he does really hate medical things and he’s not easily convinced to even go for regular checkups, let alone have implants put in. I mean, we could just fudge and say he did have it done? But then it wouldn’t be that surprising that he can understand Groot. But it’s much too mary sue to be like oh he just understands everyone heh. Him understanding Groot was some nice color, but I don’t wanna say he just always understands everyone. So hmm... I guess... we’re just... yeah, ignoring stuff? For now? *jazz hands* XD }

Although Pietro didn’t necessarily feel totally a part of this team yet, he did like sitting with them and listening to their banter. They all seemed so comfortable with each other, like a family. Well, they were family, he could clearly see. Family was not only blood. Sometimes it wasn’t even blood, if blood did you wrong somehow. But family was a big thing in Pietro’s culture, and found family was as valid and important as blood. By observing the Guardians and how they interacted with each other, it was clear that they were definitely a family, held together by trust, respect, and yes, a healthy amount of humor and sarcasm. Those were all the best elements of a family, in Pietro’s eyes.

He couldn’t resist getting involved in the conversation, grinning at Groot’s comment. “I have used it to steal candy,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Is very effective.” Rocket’s comment about stealing not being okay earned a little shrug from Pietro. “Sometimes is okay. Well... not okay, but necessary. When my sister and I were on the streets starving after our parents died, what was I supposed to do, let her cry and be hungry? Hell no, I got my ass out there and stole food for us. Sometimes life forces your hand, yeah?” He turned to Groot again. “The key... is knowing when is necessary to do, and when you are just being a little shit and should probably stop.”

But when Rocket then took out stolen alcohol and proceeded to pour it into his cereal, Pietro busted out laughing, his voice slightly high pitched with humor when he finally spoke. “What the hell, man?! You’re such a hypocrite!” he said, but not in a nasty or even accusing way. He thought it was hilarious that Rocket would, in one breath, both condemn stealing to Groot, and in the next, admit to stealing a bunch of alcohol from Earth. “It was necessary stealing, right?” Pietro then said in the same playful tone. “See? There is time and place for everything,” he said shrugging and going back to his food. When Quill commented that milk, not booze, should go in cereal, Pietro eyed Rocket’s bowl. “I mean... is it any good?” he asked, really wanting to know. “Maybe he is on to something...”

Pietro had already cleared his plate and was still hungry, but he didn’t want to be greedy. So he just sat with his empty plate. He was quiet for the rest of breakfast, just listening to the conversation. Afterward, he said he was going out to look for food and other supplies for Mr. Dibbles, which was most certainly a priority of his. The turtle depended on him, after all.

[eveandtheturtles]

1, 6 and 8, for fanfic writing game 🥰

1. Favorite scene or line from (fic name)?

I'm gonna go with SWAK lol I think my favourite scenes are those where Kara and Donnie gets closer, and I think the "almost kiss" probably is my favourite xD for different reasons.

Here have the scene:

<I would never sell you guys out.>

Donnie blinked, taken a bit by surprise. Oh. She bided her time, huh? Honestly, he expected to be cornered about this so much earlier.

<Thanks,> he replied slowly, not sure what he should do.

She shook her head a little. <Yeah, I wouldn’t buy it either.> There was a slight disappointment on her face, a drop in her shoulders. He didn’t like that. She was about to go back to her work but he placed his hand over her wrist.

<No. I mean it. Thank you.> He reached for her hand. It might have been awkward at first but she found out she liked how her hand looked in his. The big, warm, calloused hand of his seemed to swallow her smaller one.

<We didn’t have the best beginning, huh?> She signed with one hand. She didn’t want to let go of his.

He shrugged. He also didn’t let go. <It doesn’t matter,> he signed and spoke. <We’re good now.>

She smiled at him. Something inside her swelled. It was warm and a little alarming. She had a hard time looking away from him. The hazel shade of his eyes was so beautiful. Captivating. She swallowed, feeling her breath catching in her throat. She was about to look away when his other hand landed on her cheek. Oh. He was leaning forward but paused looking uncertain for a moment. Kara sighed and straightened up, arching up to reach him. Her free hand rested on his bicep as a boost. Almost… almost…

“Dinners ready!” Raph bombed into the lab, shouting. “You nerds better come out of this cave or I’ll drag you in here!”

6. What character(s) do you find it most difficult to write?

Bayverse!Mikey. I have barely anything stand alone with him. He is the hardest for me to understand and get in character. Having a specific headcanon for him being pansexual aromantic helped but still, pretty tough.

8. Which fic or hc do you feel most proud of?

I will always be proud of SWAK when we talk TMNT lol. I have a lot unfinished projects that I want to get back to bc they were such joy to write before my squirrel brain switched gears. Raising Atlas for Trollhunters, Family in Voltron, Being Human for Monster in Paris. Lovestuck for Lolirock lol. It's a bit of a shame wall but my brain refuses to get back to them bc I still have so many ideas for these docs and I am proud of these pieces.

Although I think the ones I am most proud of is a Megamind fic now I think about it. Life Circle and Nobody. These are both one shot. One is whimsy romance and the other is horror.

The smut I am most proud of is Someone in the Garden which is an original work.

All can be found on my ao3 account.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

@m1dnyt3-w0lf @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @leosgirl82 @tinkabelle19 @raphsmuneca @kikithedreamerwriter @pheradream-15 @sharpwindow @scholastic-dragon

[autumn-foxfire]

Just exploring other ideas, but I think if I wrote Hawks’ introduction I’d do it by having the HPSC run their programs for the hero kids, while having Nedzu look ambiguously contemplative about them in a flashback panel when they leave, before you see a small frown as he lowers his snout. Enough for the readers to be confused + we’ll hype all the “good things” the HPSC does, and cite examples from previous arcs in case any readers are a little sus. Deku will be excited about it, because he (1/8)

is the best way to gain the reader’s trust. The HPSC might be holding some kind of conference meeting I think, in a big assembly hall for hero students to give them a run-down on hero ethics, rules, what the HPSC does and how heroes are expected to work with them. So we’re led again to believe they’re normal and good, and this is all part of the Hero Academia. You may have heard of stuff like this happening in schools? They do stuff like that in introducing kids to college and careers, and (2/8) also a bit like scientist and doctor conferences. Since they’re in some kind of technical education program having work right after highschool, I figure it made enough sense. And we’re already familiar with them doing this from the License Exam, it’ll be like a company meeting for future employees. Do they do that in the cooperate world? Idk, I’m using vague examples because I don’t know how this works, but anyhow. They may even try to recruit management or Gen Ed students for (3/8) their staff, because I think those students are the ones that go into hero management at agencies, so it’ll look even more~ normal~ and create a connection between them and hero school students. We also get to meet more of their staff and see them give certain heroes “directions,” even prominent ones like Mirko since she doesn’t have an agency. And that’s where you can hide Hawks. The “camera” by which we read the manga is focusing whatever Class 1A and everyone else is doing. Maybe there (4/8) other heroes there too, like new up-coming sidekicks. With so much movement on screen? Whose gonna pay too much attention to silent orders via nods or gestures, among people handing out flyers, talking to groups of students, and all the other mutant heroes? Hawks could so easily be hidden into the background, and feel like a background character too talking to some students, but we’ll only hear what he says, not what the students are saying, (because if we do, their excitement will give (5/8) things away) it’ll be like he’s just an instrument for narrating some HPSC catalogue stuff to them. Like Mera. Not a real~ character or hero, maybe they’ll think he’s a pilot. Alternate option: He’s literally just there for the assembly to walk around, and give suspicious glances with shadows covering his face, (because we don’t realize he’s just being quietly observant because he’s got sharp eyes/ears in case something is strange, info is valuable) and when you see him next he’s working (6/8) with villains. Either way, that’s what it all leads to so the readers go “wait that guy!! I saw him before! He was important?!” Sliding Go style. After he gets in too deep and finds some troubling info that makes us go “oh shit, the heroes have no idea about that” we find the reveal that THIS GUY is the No.2 hero, via Rankings, or off-handedly through Hori putting the label above his head in the way he introduces quirks, and we panic some more! (7/8) Because holy shit there’s a villain among the heroes and he’s doing that same casually suspicious lowkey smug smile that’s hard to read. And then laterrrr, we find out he’s a spy but this will be a super canon divergent story because the PLF code thing wouldn’t happen, maybe not even the way the PLF raid went will exist. A lot like the Pre-MLA arc infiltration fics. But just as, if not more intense because we gotta show how badass he is obviously XD (8/8)

I love the details and misdirection you've planned in this nonnie, from having the HPSC come across as the standard agency operation and Hawks be mislabelled as the "shady" one to begin with and to how he would be introduced.

It would be such a gut punch for the long awaited 3rd turned 2nd highest ranked hero to be revealed to be a villain first and forthmost, before he's revealed to be an actual hero (the reverse in canon where we see his heroic actions and then have a brief shock with his meet up with Dabi only to be reassured immediately that he's a spy).

It could go either further and make the audience question whether he actually is a spy or not when his connection to the HPSC is revealed, especially when we start to learn more about their corruption and Hawks apparent dislike for them. Really string the readers along until you reach the point where we get to see Hawks be the true hero we know he is.

[chiliiscereal]

Well my standards have really lowered when I comes to writing fanfiction a XD

First I didn’t want to write any at all, then I didn’t want to write for any cartoons, then I didn’t want to write for cartoon turtles... and here i am.

Here I am starting a x reader fanfiction... with the 2014/2016 version of Raph

Still a bit uncomfortable with this but I had an idea so here we go! If I like it then I’ll keep going :p

Lol what am I doing with my life XD

Too tall

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

Summary: yes this is me self projecting. Reader is 6 foot 4 inches tall and literally every boy she meets is too insecure to date her when she’s that tall. After a while of being treated like she unbreakable and a giant she gets tired of it. Luckily there’s someone else out there who understands how she feels.

———-

You tapped the cafe table impatiently, trying not to watch your friend and her boyfriend across from you. You attempted to look at the door instead. Maybe if you stared at it long enough then your date would show up.

“It’s okay! I’m sure he’ll show up.” She tried to console you as her boyfriend held her tiny little hand.

Perfect.

Small.

You looked at your own clenched hands and wished that yours could fit so perfectly in someone else’s hands. But, sadly, big hands come with height.

No boy your age ever came close to you.

It’s not that you minded.

It’s that they did.

You didn’t care that practically every boy you met barely went up to your shoulder. You wanted companionship. You didn’t need them to be a hulking giant. You needed someone who loved you.

This wasn’t Tall Girl for goodness sake.

You weren’t waiting around for some tall man to show up.

Unfortunately no guy was willing to step up to the plate.

Why might you ask?

Insecurity of course.

The last three guys that turned you down all said they weren’t comfortable with being shorter than their girlfriend. Others said they weren’t looking for a girlfriend.

Funnily enough they all ended up with girlfriends maybe a week later.

The other girls were incredibly tiny. They barely even made it to the boys shoulders. If that.

But you thought maybe this boy would be different.

He seemed like he was.

He seemed interested at least.

He SEEMED like he was excited when you asked him on a double date with your best friend and her boyfriend.

But an hour passed already and he wasn’t there.

You sat up with a bit of a huff. “It’s fine. Let’s just... let’s just enjoy dinner.”

Your friend frowned at you but decided to let it drop. She knew you hated whenever anything like this was addressed so she bit her tongue and changed the subject.

You couldn’t enjoy dinner or pay attention to anything brought up.

Oh you tried.

You gave it the old college try.

But you found your mind wandering back to the lost date way to often.

After another thirty minutes you stood up. “You know what? I’m kind of tired and I still have some homework to finish up. You two enjoy your date!” You grabbed your bag and walked out before your friend could even call you back.

You just needed some time to yourself.

Time to think.

You walked down the sidewalk slowly, half heartedly wishing that the boy would call you and give an amazing reason as to why he was two hours late.

You stopped yourself from reaching for your phone to check for a text.

No it was his loss.

Not yours.

Surely there was someone out there for you... waiting for you to come along.

Someone that wouldn’t care if you were a little taller than them.

You huffed and zipped your bag shut. Whoever they were, they definitely weren’t that boy.

“Hey girl, who you all dressed up for?” Came a voice from the alley you were about to pass.

“No time to talk.” You answered quickly and continued walking.

You weren’t about to give them the time of day. There was a tub of ice cream and a sappy romance movie waiting for you back at your apartment.

“Come on, a girl like you with legs like that? Surely you’re dressed up for somebody.” The man stepped out of the alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. “I’m thinkin’ maybe it’s me.”

Oh you wanted to turn him around and hit him with your bag.

But it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Hell no.” You stated curtly and walked by him briskly.

He snatched your wrist, effectively making your skin crawl. “Look at me when I’m talking to ya.”

He pulled you into the alley before you could stop him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” You growled and tried to rip yourself away. “HELL. NO.”

“Come on, baby! Give me a chance-!” He attempted you sweet talk before he was interrupted.

You caught his hand before he could grab you anywhere inappropriate. “I have had a REALLY terrible day. I am a MINOR and if you don’t get lost RIGHT NOW then you’re gonna have some serious problems.”

He was close enough that you could smell the bitter alcohol on his breath.

He was probably a head shorter than you and had no idea what he was getting into.

“I don’t care if you’re a minor-.” He started.

Your fist smashing into his nose stopped his words.

“Like I said!” You growled as you shook the pain out of your knuckles, “I have had a really really REALLY bad day. And YOU are some little gnat just buzzing in my FACE!”

He gripped his nose with a cry, blood dripping down it like a waterfall. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“YOU PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND TRIED TO TOUCH ME!” You shouted back, hitting him with your purse before he could charge at you. “YOU MADE THIS CHOICE AFTER I WARNED YOU!”

It felt good to take your rage out on somebody. And it was justified to! It wasn’t like you were just beating this man. He wasn’t letting you leave! He kept grabbing you before you could go.

————-

Turtles pov

They crouched above the alleyway, watching the man pull you into the alleyway.

“We gotta get involved man.” The red masked one whispered. “This doesn’t look to good.”

“I told you, we only get involved if it gets really bad.” The blue one responded with an eye roll. “We can’t risk being seen!”

“It already looks really bad!”

“If she gets anymore hurt then we jump in!”

The orange masked turtle jumped into the conversation. “I don’t know, I think my money’s on the girl.”

“Mikey shut up!” The purple masked brother whispered. “This is serious!”

“So am I! Look at her! She isn’t even scared!”

“I think she at least looks a little scared.”

“Probably cause she’s trying to keep herself from beating the shit out of him!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shoved his younger brother. “It’s our job to do the protectin’ round here. Shut up and- HOLY SHIT!”

The all gasped as you reeled your hand back and knocked your fist into the creeps nose.

“Damn that looked like it hurt.” Leo observed. “Maybe she doesn’t need our help.”

“I say we stay here in case it goes south.” Raph argued, waiting for Leo to argue with him.

“Fine, but we leave when it looks like she’s safe.” Leo nodded and looked back to the fight.

Raph didn’t have time to feel proud that he’d been listened to. Mikey was inching closer to watch. “What the hell are ya doin’?” He reached forward to pull him back. “She’s gonna see ya!”

Mikey leaned over the edge anyway. “Look at her go! I told you he didn’t stand a chance!”

“Who knew using a purse was so effective?” Leo nodded. “Think she’s got it?”

“Looks like it to me!” Mikey laughed and watched with glee. “This is real entertainment.”

“Mikey you’re too close to the edge!” Raph tried to grab him but was shoved away. “You’re gonna fall-!”

————

With that you shoved the man into the wall. “Are you FINALLY done? Have you FINALLY learned your lesson?”

He spit out the blood from his mouth and nodded. “Fine! Please just leave me alone!”

“Good choice!” You shoved him away from you. “Go before I change my mind!”

He was gone before you could even blink.

“That’s right! Get out of here!” You shouted to him as he scurried away.

You lifted your chin triumphantly.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten that date but you sure did beat the crap out of a creep.

You dusted your hands off and snatched your purse off the ground.

“If I catch you harassing anyone else you’ll get it twice as bad!”

No answer of course.

He was long gone.

Still, it felt good to shout.

You could finally go home.

You turned back to the edge of the alleyway with a sigh of relief.

You took one step forward.

Then, the least expected thing happened.

“OH SHIT!”

Next thing you knew you were on the ground after something very large crashed into you.

“What the hell!” You sat up and rubbed your head. “Who just sits on a roof above an alleyway?!”

You grabbed your purse quickly and stood up, ready for another fight.

It wasn’t another creep.

And from the looks of it... it wasn’t even human.

Well, THEY weren’t even human.

You didn’t know what they were.

Green...

Huge...

And shells...

The finally looked at you.

Why were they wearing masks?

What even were they?

Why were they there!?

The one in orange immediately scurried behind the one in red. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”

The one in red looked at you and then looked at the guy behind him. “You dragged me into this! You fix it!”

He pulled him forward.

Honestly you had no idea what to think.

There were two GIANT turtles right in front of you! And they were talking!

You gripped your purse a little tighter, waiting to see what they would do.

The one directly in front of you tried to speak only to look back at the red masked one and then back up at where they had fallen.

You looked from him to where he was looking quickly. “Are there more of you?”

He gulped quickly and attempted to hide behind the bigger turtle. “Uh... yeah?”

You took a small step to the exit. “Are you... are you gonna try to take my purse or something?”

The red one glared at you. “No! We’re just.. just here to protect the city. We ain’t monsters!”

You noticed him getting defensive immediately and nodded. “...okay then. Well, if you’re not going to rob me then I’m going to pretend I saw nothing and go on my way.”

The red one frowned.

You were acting waaaaaaay too casual.

Surely there had to be some other motive.

“Hold on a minute... you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet.”

You glared at him and held out your purse. “Are you gonna stop me?”

Mikey took a step back and Raph rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think a purse is gonna do much against someone like me.” He stated.

“I don’t even know who you are.” You stepped back again and tightened your grip. “I didn’t even know people like you existed until now.”

You looked them up and down, taking them all in.

This couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be.

“You say anything bout this and you’re dead, got it?” He pointed around you as if aggression could make you quiet.

“Can you at least let me go home and finish my ice cream before you decide to kill me?” You backed up again.

You were so close to running away.

So close to escape.

Before you could back up any further, two more creatures dropped from the sky behind you.

You jumped and scrambled away, nearly running into the red masked turtle.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the way my brother phrased everything.” The new turtle glared at his companion. “What he meant to say is that we protect the city. We were watching that man just in case he tried anything and these two,” he glared at the first two again, “fell off the roof.”

The one next to him pushed up his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from fear yet. The first person we met did just that!”

Your back hit the wall and you had no where else to go. “I’m not too sure if I won’t do that.” You glanced between the four of them. “What even are you guys?”

“Turtles!” The orange one spoke up before the red one could shush him.

“Mutants as well.” The purple one joined.

“And ninjas.”

“And teenagers.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Mutant turtle teen ninjas? I think you need to rebrand that.”

Maybe you were insane.

Here you were cracking jokes with large turtles at dinner time.

But so far they were harmless, despite their stature. According to the blue one they protect New York.

“Ya got a problem with it?” The red one grew even more tense.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just... surprised.”

“And scared?” He added. “Scared of monsters like us?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you just said you weren’t monsters.”

That seemed to stop him.

So you continued with a deep breath. “You’re all just... really huge. I thought I was tall but standing next to you...” you swallowed and tried not to let your nerves get to you. You turned to the blue one since he seemed to be the leader. “...can I go now? I won’t tell anyone you exist or... whatever it is you want.”

The blue one was skeptical but the purple one butted in.

“Do you have a way home? Like a friend you can call?”

You opened your purse. “Yeah I should be able to call an Uber with my...” you pulled out the broken device. “...my phone.”

Well crap.

You stuffed it back in quickly. “It’s okay I’ll just walk-!”

“I can fix it.” He offered. “Besides it’ll be an extra security measure for us if we have your contact information.” He gestured loosely to the hand you’d punched the creep with. “We could also bandage up those cuts.”

You brought up your hand and inspected the blood with surprise.

Well... when were you gonna get another opportunity like this? It’s not everyday a girl gets invited into the homes of local mutants.

Besides you really didn’t want to walk home with your phone destroyed.

The red one looked at the purple one angrily. “You wanna being ‘er back??”

“Our job is to help people, Raph.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m with Donnie. It’s only fair since we broke her phone.” The blue one nodded.

“Well if it’s not too much trouble...”

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Next thing you know you were whisked away to none other than the sewers.

Well that kind of made sense.

No one would ever really want to go down there anyway.

The purple one, whose name you learned was Donnie, had your phone in his three fingers the moment you stepped foot in their home.

“I’ll do a little fixing up, maybe an upgrade, and Raph can take a look at your hands.” He muttered as he started to disappear into a lab like room.

Raph...

He was the red angry one wasn’t he.

The tallest and biggest out of them all.

He didn’t seem too happy about it either.

“Why me?” He protested. “What ‘bout Leo? Or-or Master Splinter? Heck, even Mikey!” He gestured to his orange masked brother as if to showcase how he’d be better at it.

You couldn’t help but silently agree with him.

Mikey seemed the most open on the way here. He’d talked your ear off the whole trip, asking questions about what it was like to be a human and bragging about all the people he’d saved. He’d even wanted you to play a video game with you when you got to their home. He’d been a bit overbearing but that was better than Mr. miffed muscle mountain.

“Hey you’ve broken the skin on your knuckles before. You’ve got experience in it. Just fix her hand and be done.” With that, Donnie was gone.

You shared an awkward moment of eye contact with Raph before he sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna go play my game.” Mikey dashed over to the tv. “Let me know when you two are done and we can play!” He grabbed Leo by the back of his shell and pulled him along.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously.

It was just you two.

You and the giant turtle boy beside you.

“Aight well...” he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll take you up to the work out room then?”

He stopped and you realized he was waiting for you to say something. You quickly tried to scrounge up a comprehensible sentence.

“Y-yeah, sounds good with me.” You followed after him quietly, holding your hand so the blood wouldn’t drip everywhere.

The room was smaller than you imagined but still... it was huge to you.

He began rummaging through a box on the table, fumbling with objects. “You can uh... you can sit down while I grab the-the stuff.” He told you quickly.

You didn’t know where to sit so you interpreted his words to mean that you should sit on the work out bench.

You watched patiently as he found the roll of gauze.

Clearly he was just as nervous as you.

You didn’t know why HE was nervous though. He was a giant turtle for goodness sake. He could snap you in half easily.

“Here lemme see that hand.” He shuffled over and reached out.

You gave your right one to him, trying to hold in your nervous shaking.

“Ain’t gonna bite ya.” He rolled his eyes.

“I know.” You commented, watching him start applying disinfectant. “Just never been in a situation like this before.”

He snorted and continued his work.

You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his. Ha. That was new. Usually it was you watching little pick me girls compare their hand size to their crushes. How strange it was for it to be you.

“And I thought I had big hands.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

He kept his eyes on your hand, examining it a little more. “Ya call this big?”

“Yep.” You glanced around the room, taking in the ‘scenery’.

He snorted. “Damn tiny to me.” He pulled out the gauze and began wrapping your knuckles. “Look, I’m uh... I’m sorry ‘bout the way I handled earlier. My dumbnut brother got us exposed when ya clearly had the situation handled.”

You cringed, remembering that they’d seen you beating the creep. “Yeah I could have handled that better as well.”

He paused for a half second, as if considering his next words, and then continued. “Heard ya say you were havin’ a shit day as well.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted this brought up in the middle of the weirdest experience ever but you were desperate for a smooth conversation. “Yeah, some jackass stood me up.”

He frowned and momentarily made confused eye contact with you. “Stood ya up?”

“You know, as in he said he was gonna go on a date with me and just didn’t show up.” You forced out a laugh. “But it’s fine I got ice cream at home.”

“Mmm.” He muttered. “Sounds like a douche bag.”

Well outta room! Part two will be up I had too much fun :)

[once-upon-an-imagine]

A Beautiful Mess - George Weasley

A/N: loves! I have no idea how this happened! I know I have a billion requests on hold and ongoing series but it was to get the little hamster running and hopefully get the inspiration for what’s to come xD hahaha as I mentioned, I was watching Friends and this idea just decided to pop into my head! xD so... enjoy

Warnings: drinking; drunk reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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A Beautiful Mess

Well I guess it just suggests That this is just what happiness is Hey, what a beautiful mess this is

"Oh hey, love" Hermione greeted her flatmate as you entered. "I have everything ready for the party tonight, you can set the rest of the thing over there-" she stopped when you abruptly threw the bags you were carrying on the floor and threw your bag on top of it as you grunted in frustration. "Or you know, throw your things at them" she said.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, confused. It wasn't for you to be in such a bad mood.

"I just saw Cedric today" you complained, flopping on the couch, next to Neville.

"Oh" Hermione said, worriedly. "I'm sorry" she said, placing her hand on your shoulder.

"He was in Diagon Alley, just... walking with his new girlfriend" you said, sadly. "They looked so happy" you continued.

"I'm sorry, love" Neville said, smiling sadly at you.

"I almost feel bad for throwing that kid's ice scream at them" you said, making Neville and Harry laugh a little.

"We're back" Ginny said entering the apartment with Luna.

"We've got the rest of the stuff you asked for, Hermione" Luna said happily. "What's wrong?"

"She just saw Cedric" Neville informed her.

"Is just not fair, you know? He cheated on me! With this new girlfriend! How come he's the happy one and I am just... ugh!"

"Hey, there's a party tomorrow, you'll feel better then" Harry offered.

"Oh, that's alright, I'm gonna be okay, you don't have to throw a party for me" you said, sitting up.

"It's Ginny's birthday" Hermione reminded you. You widened your eyes and smiled at your other flatmate.

"Oh, well then, if anybody should have a party it should be her" you said, making the redhead laugh a little.

"Cheer up, love. Dean and Seamus are coming. You love them" Ginny said, trying to cheer you up.

"I do love them" you smiled back at the redhead.

"Also, all my brothers said they're coming-"

"Uh, the Weasleys are coming" you said, smirking at Hermione. "This is going to be a fun party!"

"You two, back off" Ginny said, glaring at her two best friends. "I've told you a million times, my brothers are off-limits" she reminded you.

"Oh, I know that Gin" you smirked at Hermione who was glaring back at you.

"We both know" Hermione added before she went back to preparing the food.

"No Weasleys allowed" you sighed.

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"Hey Neville, have you seen (Y/N)?" Hermione asked, looking for her friend everywhere.

"Yeah, she was passing out the-" Neville stopped when he spotted you drinking a Jell-O shot yourself. "Jell-O shots" he finished, making Hermione look back at you, disapprovingly.

"(Y/N)!" she called out to you, and you walked over to them.

"Well, hello there" you said happily, giggling.

"Stick out your tongue" Neville ordered.

"Take off your shirt" you replied before Hermione glared at you so you slowly stuck out your tongue only to reveal it was multi-colored by now.

"Did you take all those shots yourself?" Luna asked, half impressed.

"No! Harry took one!" you defended yourself.

"How many of these have you had? They are pure vodka! You're drunk!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are" Harry insisted.

"Yeah, alright" you giggled as Harry took the tray of shots away from you.

Before anyone could say anything else, the door burst open to reveal six redhead men entering and yelling happily at their little sister.

"Ginny! Happy birthday, love!"

"Hey, guys! You made it!" Ginny ran towards her brothers, excitedly.

"Alright, so how many of that boy are you seeing?" you asked squinting your eyes.

"How drunk are you?" Neville laughed. "Those are Ginny's brothers!"

"Answer the question, Longbottom!"

"Six. Ginny has six brothers" Luna reminded you.

"Right" you said, still trying to focus your sight. "Hello, Ginny's brothers" you greeted happily as the six guys greeted Ginny's friends. "So, which one is the one you like?" you 'whispered' at Hermione, making her cheeks match the Weasley's hair.

"Alright, that's enough for you" Hermione said, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you away from everyone else.

After a while, you were out on the balcony, trying to sober up a little when someone decided to join you.

"Hey" he said, walking over to you.

"Hey... Ginny's brother, right?"

"What gave it away?" he laughed.

"Well, I'd have to say... the red hair" you said.

"Ah."

"And the freckles" you added.

"Of course" he laughed.

"Hold on!" you said looking through the window inside your flat and back at the man in front of you. "You have the same face as your brother" you insisted. "I must be drunker than I thought" you muttered, making him laugh.

"May I ask why you're out here by yourself and not enjoying the lovely party you and Hermione organized for my sister?"

"Well, Hermione doesn't want me drinking anymore" you laughed. "And I don't really want to bum everyone out" you said, looking down. "Which I will if I don't keep drinking, apparently" you added.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worriedly. You felt tingles when he placed his hand on yours.

"I'm fine" you smiled sadly at him. "I really like your smile" you blurted out.

"Why thank you" he said, feeling his face heat up a bit. "You didn't answer my question" he said.

"What was it again?"

"Are you alright?"

"Oh. I wouldn't want to bore you with my story... why don't you tell me yours instead... Ginny's brother?"

"You don't even know my name, do you?" he smirked at you.

"Wait! Is not Ross, is it?"

"Ross? You mean Ron?" he tried not to laugh.

"That's what I said!"

"Is not Ron" he assured you.

"Good. Because Hermione likes Rob, but don't tell Ginny" you told him.

"My lips are sealed, love" he smiled at you.

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"Hey, there she is" you heard when you got out of your room the next day.

"Could you please stop yelling?" you said, adjusting to the sunlight, walking towards the breakfast table.

"How are you feeling?" Neville asked, pouring you coffee.

"Well, my bedroom isn't there anymore, because I drank it" you told him, making them laugh a little.

"Where did you get to last night? We lost you after you opened up all the presents" Luna asked.

"Yeah, nobody saw you for the rest of the night" Harry added.

"Yeah, I ended up in the storage room, and... not alone" you added.

"Woo-hoo!" Harry, Hermione, and Luna cheered at the same time.

"Yeah, girl!" Neville said, trying to high-five you.

"No, no! No woo-hooing! No woo-hooing!" you complained, placing your hand on your temple.

"Why? What happened?" Luna asked, confused.

"I fooled around with Ginny's brother" you admitted, making Luna and Hermione gasp at the same time.

"You did what!?" Hermione said, appalled.

"Yeah, that's not the worst part" you continued.

"What is the worst part?" Neville asked, confused.

"I can't remember which brother" you confessed.

"What?" Harry asked, with a half-smirk.

"WHAT!" Hermione scowled you while you smashed your head on the table.

"It wasn't Ron!" you assured her, knowing the crush she had on the youngest brother. "I am almost certain!"

"Are you insane?" Neville asked, trying not to laugh. "Ginny is going to kill you, she's actually going to kill you dead!"

"She always told us to stay away from her brothers" Luna reminded you.

"I know! I know that! I have no idea how this happened!"

"How can you not know which one?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, how drunk were you?" Harry laughed.

"I don't know! I know that he was ginger! And had a lot of freckles!"

"They are all gingers with a lot of freckles!" Hermione reminded you.

"Dammit! See? For all I know it could even have been Ginny" you said, earning a glare from Harry. "But it wasn't Ginny" you added. "I am almost certain" you muttered.

"Was it Charlie?" Neville asked, trying to help the poor girl.

"Which one's Charlie?" Luna asked confused.

"The tall, thin one, with the ponytail and the earring with a fang" Harry told them.

"No, no. That's Bill" Hermione corrected him.

"You see!? You can't tell which one is which either! Ha!" you said, triumphal.

"But we didn't fool around with any of them! Ha-ha!" Luna smirked back at you.

"Fred!" you snapped your fingers. "Fred! Look, it's got to be Fred, the guy in the red sweater. I definitely stuck my tongue down his throat!"

"That was me" Neville informed you, with a smug smile and erasing your smirk off your face.

"Look Nev, when I've been drinking, sometimes I tend to get overly friendly, and I'm sorry" you apologized.

"That's okay, love" he chuckled.

"It's okay" Harry added, making you widen your eyes at him.

"That's okay" Luna muttered last.

You were about to say something else, when Ginny came out of her room, smashing the door behind her, furiously.

"May I speak with you? Alone?" she asked as calmly as she could, staring directly at you, but everyone knew she was fuming.

"Uh... why can't we talk here? With witnesses?" you asked, trying to hide behind Neville.

"I just got off the phone with my brother!" Ginny snapped at you.

"Your family owns a phone?" Luna asked, excitedly.

"My dad got it last Christmas and he loves it- that's not the point!" she snapped, looking back at you. "As I was saying, I just got off the phone with my brother!"

"Which one?" Harry asked, trying to help you.

"George!"

"George?" you looked confused.

"George!" Hermione smiled. "Which one is he again?"

"Oh, why don't you ask our friend, because she's the one that fooled around with him!" Ginny snapped, walking closer to you and you stepped back. "He told me you said you could really fall for him. Now is that true? Or are you just getting over Cedric by groping my brother?"

"Uh- I mean, it's got to be the first one" you said with a scared smile.

"This isn't a game! George is probably my nicest brother! And I warned you to stay away from my brothers-"

"Hermione liked Ron first!" you burst out, snapping your hands on your mouth.

"Hey!" Hermione complained.

"Sorry, but if I am going down, I'm taking everyone with me!"

"HEY!" Ginny snapped, making the attention go back to her. "Listen to me. George has gone through a lot and I don't want to see him get hurt again! So I am going to ask you one last time" she said, getting closer to you, Neville stepping out of the way. "Are you only using George to get over Cedric?"

You turned to look at everyone else in the room, begging someone to say something but you knew nobody wanted to deal with Ginny's wrath. And when it came to her brothers, it was even worse. So, you sighed and said the only thing you knew wouldn't get you killed.

"N-no! O-of course not" you said with a shy smile. "He was really nice to m-me and I thought I could really... fall for him?"

"Really?" Ginny said, arching her eyebrow, and you nodded nervously. "Oh Merlin!" she said, happily throwing her arms around her friend. You saw your other four friends widening their eyes at you and tried to ignore the scowling looks on them. "I am so happy for you! I cannot believe you like my brother!"

"Y-yeah, neither can I" you laughed nervously as Ginny giggled happily. What did you get yourself into?

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"Dear George. Hello. How's it going. This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write- what the bloody hell is the matter with you?" Harry complained, hitting your head with the piece of paper. "How do you think Ginny's going to react when she finds out that you blew off her brother with a letter? You heard her about George being hurt before-"

"Well, that's the part where you tell her that I moved to France. When actually I'll be in Cuba" she smiled at him.

"All right, look, you have got to do this yourself, okay? In-person. At least you know his name. Ginny said they will all be at the Burrow tonight. You just go there and you ask for George, okay, and then, whichever one he is will come to the door. You take him for a walk and you explain the whole misunderstanding" he advised.

"Yeah, that's a good plan" you said, before glaring at him. "What if George comes to the door and I ask for George?" you snapped.

"We're in Cuba?" Harry said, smiling sweetly at you.

"Harry, please, come with me-"

"No! No, no, no, no" he said, walking ahead of you.

"No, listen to me! If you come with me, it will take the attention off me. Ginny won't even notice I'm there and I know for a fact that Mrs. Weasley loves you and-"

"And all of Ginny's older brothers might want to murder me-"

"Okay, fine... you don't have to do it. I'm sorry" you said, placing your hand on his arm before you apparated both of them in front of the Burrow.

"HEY!"

"I'm sorry, Harry but if you're here maybe I won't die by Ginny's wrath!"

"I'm going home-"

"Come on, Potter! You owe me!"

"How do I owe you?"

"I wouldn't know, maybe all the times that I have to come home late so you and Ginny can be alone?" you tried and Harry kept glaring at you. "I'll give you fifty galleons!" you tried again. "Fine! I will bake you all the pies you want!"

"Fine!"

"Thank you" you sighed relieved. "If I die, tell everyone I didn't panic" you muttered while Harry rang the doorbell.

"You're being over-dramatic!"

"Hello?" Ginny asked, opening the door.

"Hey! Harry is here too!" you said pulling Harry's arm.

"Hey, Harry" Ginny said, smiling brightly at him. "Hold on, are you here to see George?" she said, returning her attention to her friend.

"Ah- what else would I be here?" you asked nervously. "Could I please talk to him?"

"Oh, Merlin!" she said, excitedly grabbing your hand. "Come on in!" she pulled you inside and you pulled Harry along. "Hey, everyone! Look who's here" she announced happily as she entered you to the dining room where you saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with six freckled redheads all looking at you.

"Hey!" they all said at the exact same time.

You blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing straight. Two of them were even identical. You had absolutely no idea which one George was, but you had a feeling that it was one of those two.

"Hey" you said, kindly. "Harry's here too" you said, pulling him with you.

"Stop that!" Harry muttered.

"Oh, hello, darlings! It is so good to have you here!" Mrs. Weasley said, walking over to you and hugging you both, making you feel even worse.

You loved Mrs. Weasley and she was always saying how much she'd love for you to date one of her sons and now you had blown everything up.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley" you replied kindly as did Harry.

"Oh, you two must stay for dinner!" she insisted.

"Oh, no. We wouldn't want to impose, really. She only has one real quick thing to say" Harry insisted, pushing you forward. 

"Don't be silly, Harry. You're not imposing, dear" Mrs. Weasley insisted. "Come on!"

"Harry" you pulled him back. "Please tell me I am not still drunk! Two of them are identical! They have the same face! I'm not the only one seeing that, am I?"

"No" Harry laughed a little. "They're twins" he said as if it was obvious.

"Please tell me neither one of them is George" you whispered.

"I wish I could but... one of them is George. The other one's Fred" he instructed.

"What? No! You're joking!"

"I'm not! Remember? We went through it with Hermione" he reminded you. "The one with the ponytail is Bill. The one with the beard is Charlie. Glasses, Percy. Then the twins and Ron" he reminded you.

"Bloody hell! Do you happen to know which one's Fred and which one's George?"

"Yeah, good luck with that. Even Mrs. Weasley has trouble telling them apart-"

"Bullocks!"

"Darling, why don't you seat next to George, and Harry you can seat next to Ginny, dear" Mrs. Weasley said, kindly. You sighed a bit in relief, thinking that you would get to know who George was when you noticed your seat was between the twins. Dammit.

"Well hello, love" the twins said in unison with identical smirks, making the girl even more nervous.

"Um... hi guys" you said, shyly.

"Oh, before I forget, could you please bring the treacle tart. George? It's in the oven. I heard is your favorite" Mrs. Weasley said, looking at Harry, who was trying not to blush, as was Ginny.

"Sure, mum" the twin on your left replied and got up. Harry widened his eyes at you and nodded his head towards the kitchen and you thought this was your chance.

"Oh, I'll help you" you said, smiling and walking after him. Once in the kitchen, you looked out to make sure Ginny was engaged in a conversation with Harry and everyone else was distracted so you turned your attention back to the twin in front of you.

"You know I didn't really need help, right?" he smirked at you. You had to ignore the fact that he was actually rather handsome.

"I know. I just needed some air. It's... a bit crowded over there" you admitted. "Also, I... wanted to talk to you" you sighed.

"You wanted to talk to me?" he asked, getting the tart out of the oven.

"Yes. Listen, um about last night... I may have rushed a bit into things. I just got out of a relationship a couple of months ago and I usually don't do things like that but- I was really drunk and-"

"Hold on" he laughed. "Do you think I'm George?" he asked, making your heart sink and your eyes widen in horror.

"Y-you're not George?"

"No" you heard a voice behind you. "I am" you saw the other twin at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Oh, Merlin" you said, shutting your eyes. "But- your mother called you George-"

"Yeah, that's something we always do to mess with her" Fred laughed.

"So... you're George" you said, looking at the other twin.

"Maybe" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe?"

"Maybe I'm Fred" he smirked.

"Alright, this isn't funny" you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, but it is" they said at the same time.

"So, love, do you have any idea who you were with last night?" George smirked, arching his eyebrow as he walked next to Fred.

"W-what?" you asked, laughing nervously. "Of course I do" you insisted.

"Oh, I don't think you do" Fred said. "In fact, maybe it wasn't even either of us-"

"Maybe it was Bill-"

"Or Charlie-"

"Or Percy-"

"No, not Percy" they laughed at the last one.

"See, we know you have no idea who each one of us is" Fred smirked at you.

"That's not true-"

"Hey, Ginny!" they both yelled at the same time.

"No, no! No Ginny! No Ginny! Ginny! Hey, girl!"

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, walking inside with the two oldest Weasleys with her.

"Uh-" you said, punching her in the arm. "You're it! Now I have to run and hide!" you said, trying to slip away but Ginny pulled you back.

"Oh, is no big deal. Your friend was apologizing to me about yesterday because she thought I was George" Fred laughed.

"What?! How could you do that? How could you think he was George?"

"Well... for one... they're twins!" you tried to defend yourself. "And your mother called him George!"

"They always do that to her" Charlie laughed.

"Yes, I know that now, Bill!"

"I'm Bill" Bill said, arching his eyebrow and trying not to laugh.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

"We're not sure she knows who any of us is" the twins said at the same time.

"Hey!" you argued but Ginny kept her glare on you. "Alright, I... may not know how to tell any of them apart-"

"(Y/N)!" Ginny complained to you.

"Look, I'm sorry" you said, worriedly. "But you guys all look very similar and I was really drunk!" you defended yourself.

"How could you do this? So, you lied to me this morning?"

"Okay, I have a very fair explanation for that. You were really upset and you are very scary and mean when you're angry" you told her.

"She's got a point, Gin" Bill said.

"I would have done the same thing" Charlie chimed in.

"Smart move" the twins said in unison.

" I can't believe you lied to me! Get out of my house" Ginny said upset.

"Ginny!" Bill tried to calm his sister down.

"Come on Gin, she said she's sorry" Charlie insisted.

"And she mixed us up. Even mum does that" the twins insisted.

"Ginny, if you want me to go, I get it. But... I am sorry, Gin. I really am. I just want you to know that I would never soberly hurt you or your family. You're my best friend and I would never do anything like this ever again! I promise!"

"Get out" Ginny said and you sadly started walking out of the kitchen. "Not you" Ginny stopped you. "The rest of you lot" she said, looking at her brothers and they did as they were told.

"Good luck, love" one of the twins told you before leaving.

"Look I understand that my brothers may look alike. Especially Fred and George" she said with a small laugh. "But why did you lie to me?"

"I don't know. I was just... embarrassed" you sighed. "I didn't want you to think that I was a horrible person and that I was only using one of your brothers" you told her. "It's been so long since someone was that nice to me and I just... he was really sweet. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you or your brother... any of them" you insisted.

"You still have no idea which is which, do you?"

"They all look the same!" you complained, making Ginny laugh a little. "Honestly! How do you tell them apart?"

"You'll learn" Ginny insisted.

"Oh, I will?"

"I guess... you know you did a terrible thing and... I believe you. But you've got one more apology to make. You've got to apologize to George" she told you.

"Yes! Of course, I was going to do that but... it turned out to be Fred" you said with a small smile. "Or was it actually George?"

"Yeah, they always do that" Ginny told you.

"He's the one with the blue jacket, right?"

"Yes" Ginny rolled her eyes as she left.

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"Well hello there, Hermione" you heard one of the twins coming outside to the front porch with you and sitting next to you.

"Very funny" you rolled your eyes, smiling. "But... I guess I deserved that" you said.

"No, you didn't" he insisted. "Sorry about before. We're always switching places with Fred to mess with mum. We didn't mean to make you so upset" he insisted.

"It's alright" you chuckled. "Listen, I'm really sorry about last night-"

"No, you don't have to apologize, really" George insisted. "I should be apologizing to you" he continued.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Well, I know Ginny told you what we talked about on the phone but... to be honest I only said that so she wouldn't kill me for being with one of her friends-"

"You're afraid of her too?"

"Not afraid!" he defended himself. "But when she's angry is just... yeah, scary" he widened his eyes. "So... don't be so hard on yourself" he insisted.

"Thanks" you smiled. "That actually makes me feel better."

"Do you remember anything about last night?"

"Well, I remember being glad you weren't Ron-"

"Right, because Hermione-"

"Oh, Merlin! I told you that?"

"You did, but is not as if it wasn't obvious" he chuckled and making you smile. "Look, I know you feel awful about what happened last night and I completely get it if that was... all you want it to be but... well, I just wanted you to know that... I really enjoyed spending time with you last night" he continued. "And I would really like to take you out sometime... you know, both of us sober this time" he added, making you laugh a little.

"You don't want that" you shook your head, looking down.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Ginny may have had a point" you sighed. "You are really sweet" you said looking up at him. "And I really do like your smile" you said again, making his smile brighter. "But... I'm a mess, George. I mean I can't even tell you and your brothers apart... I called Charlie Bill today" you reminded him.

"Look, we can take it as slow as you want" he said, holding your hand in his. "I know you didn't remember... well, which one I was. But did you not have a good time with me?"

"Are you joking? Last night was the first time in months that I've felt... happy" you admitted. "And it was because of you" you assured him. "I mean, nobody had been that kind to me in a really long time and you made me laugh a lot" you smiled.

"So, would you go out on a sober date with me?" he asked, making her laugh.

"I would love that... Ginny's brother" you laughed, making him glare at you a little as you pulled him towards you and kissed him once more, making the great memories of the night before come back to you. "George" you smiled up at him once you broke apart. "I promise I won't forget it again."

"I'll make sure you won't, love" he said before kissing you again.

The End

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A/N: ahhhh xD I hope you like it! I hope to have more stories up real soon :D let me know what you think!

[dreamsclock]

while i was (and still am) incredibly in denial about canon so in enderdragon!dream hc, when he's taken in by the syndicate, they would probably show him their base in the stronghold sooner or later, right, maybe they show him their cool table bc they thought he might like it or something, but he gets really scared that they're gonna try to kill his mum, and panics :(

enderdragon dream au + syndicate dream au my beloveds ,, what better way to ignore canon than with some hurt/comfort before i sleep?

Dream flattens himself against the edge of their table, eyes wide with panic. Oh boy, Techno thinks, attempting to defuse the tension with mental humour, he’s seen good deign and architecture for the first time and feels threatened in his ability. He’s thinking about his dirt house and feeling insecure. I should do something about that, Chat.

E, Chat screams at him, and Techno decides they’re the least pressing problems on his hands right now.

“Dream?” Phil presses, cautiously stepping forwards. “What’s wrong?”

It’s a mistake. Techno pulls out his sword the moment Dream snarls at Phil, pressing himself only further against the table, eyes glowing purple. 

“Don’t,” Dream hisses, but it comes out desperate, not dangerous, so Techno relaxes, “don’t- don’t come any closer. Please.”

Techno stows his sword away, reluctantly, but raises his hands in a pacifying gesture - beside him, Phil does the same thing, worry creasing his face. “It’s alright, mate, we’re not going to hurt you.” Phil says, using the same voice he’d use on Techno after finding him led astray by Chat. It’s soft, but not condescending. It’s safe, overall - even Dream seems reassured somewhat, but his wings still curl around him and his eyes are slitted and purple and his breathing is shaky, nervous. “We’re not going to hurt you, I promise. No weapons, see? It’s just a meeting room.”

“You’re-” Dream swallows, eyeing them like he’s a cornered animal. “You’re not going- in?”

Techno frowns. What is Dream talking about?

“In?” 

“He, uh...” A voice clears its throat: momentarily alarmed, Techno turns, and only relaxes when he sees it’s Ranboo, staring at Dream with a mixture of understanding and quiet sadness. “He’s talking about your table. It’s not exactly a normal table, guys. I wasn’t going to say anything, but it’s... a portal.”

Not quite understanding, Techno stares between Ranboo and Dream, raising one eyebrow, but Phil seems to cotton on immediately, eyes widening in clarity. 

“Oh....” He breathes, turning and examining the table with a new light that has Dream’s wings spreading in warning and defence. “Oh, it’s an End portal. Jesus, I’m old, how didn’t I recognise that sooner?”

Techno spins to Phil. “That’s an End portal?” He demands, surprised. “That’s what they look like?”

“You’re not going to the End,” Dream says, voice pained, “you can’t. You can’t hurt her.”

And then, finally, Techno understands too, just as Phil lets out a small sigh of relief. “No, you’re right, we’re not,” he agrees quietly, “it’s just our table, Dream, we’ve even filled it in. We’re not going to the End.”

Paranoid, Dream turns to the End portal, studying it and how it’s been filled in, swallowing thickly. Techno can’t help but look at their table in a new light either - all this time they’ve been building on an End portal, and he’d never even realised? No wonder XD had come to break it. 

“And,” Techno adds, awkwardly, “I know we don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to violence, but we wouldn’t hurt your mom, either.”

Dream spins back round, silent, unsure.

Techno offers him a shrug and hopes it’s enough. “You know how I feel about orphans. I’m not exactly about to start half-orphaning you.”

And finally, finally, Dream cracks a smile. It’s faint and wobbly, but it’s a smile, and when Ranboo moves closer, something about Dream’s form relaxes. Techno guesses Ranboo being half Enderman is soothing to Dream right now.

“Good thing you hate orphans,” Dream says, and Phil bursts into laughter, “I mean, at least for me.”

Techno snorts, shaking his head and lowering himself into his seat with an eye roll.

“Take your seat, Atlas,” he drawls, “let’s start the meeting.”

[thompsonstessa-moved]

Måneskin interview for TVN24 - english translation

Few days ago an interview (on video) with Måneskin came out in Poland on TVN24 channel, sadly its paywalled on their site (and the tv only showed a bit).

However, I got a transcript of it and decided to translate it for you guys :D

Also, while the interview took place in Poland (day before the Sopot festival), the interviewer knew italian, so they talked in italian and the TV translated it to polish (and dubbed them!!! :( ). So I hope theres nothing that like, got lost in translation twice.

Also its 2am now so the translation might not be the most perfect, but you'll definitely get the gist of what they were saying!!

The whole thing is under the 'keep reading' :)

First of all – congratulations on the San Remo and Eurovision wins! I just want you to know how happy you made my mom – she listens to your music for 3 years now. How are you feeling today?

D: We feel good, tho we’re tired as well. We travel a lot, but we’re happy. We meet new fans, new opportunities are coming up. It’s really nice.

How did you guys meet? When looking at you, you have this sense of unity and just good vibes. How did it all start?

D: We know each other for a long time.

V: Yeah, Since middle school. Me, Thomas and Damiano were playing in different bands, but they weren’t the best. Thet all disbanded. Then we posted in a facebook group ’looking for a musician in rome’ and found Ethan. Since then we started doing music for real. We devoted ourselves to the music, and… the rest just came naturally.

E: Yes. We knew it’s gonna be our life since day one.

What did you say In the post, when looking for the fourth member of the band?

V: I wrote ”looking for a drummer for an indie rock/new wave band”.

E: That’s true, there was new wave in it too.

I’m sure a lot of people replied.

V: No, actually only Ethan replied. But we found that post lately and now it’s full of comments like „why didn’t i reply back then!”

T: Ethan was really lucky.

What did your parents thought about your choice (to pursue music)? A rockstar lifestyle isn’t exactly what every parent wants for their child.

D: No, our parents are really content with it. They know what we do makes us happy, and of course we visit them whenever we can. And they are proud of us as well, because they see we’re happy and independent, travelling all over the Europe, and hopefully all over the world. I think every parent wants their kid to be satisfied and happy.

And friends? Are you still friends with the same people, or did the friendships fell apart?

D: We still have the same friends. And we’re sure that way that they are our real friends.

Do they understand your current lifestyle, that you can dissapear for a year?

V: Yeah, they all understand that this is our job, that our life is a bit irregular, but, like everything, it has its ups and downs.

E: Exactly, they understand, but they also miss us. Sometimes my mom calls and says ”I miss you, you’ve been gone for so long”. It’s normal. But what’s important is that we feel the support from our families and friends. They understand that you need to sacrifice a lot, to achieve a lot.

Can you still easily go ands grab a beer in the Rome neighbourhoods (districts?) of Pigneto or Trastevere? Or is it impossible now?

V: The only truly safe place for us is Trastevere, because we always lived there. Everyone there knows us and they don’t care we’re famous.

D: But I have to admit that since they whole Eurovision thing we still didn’t come back, so it’s hard to say for sure.

T: But let’s say that its a safe space.

Don’t you worry that now that whole world knows you, you’ll be followed by tourists?

V: Oh my god, you’re right, we didn’t think about it!

D: When we came back to Rome for one day I got excited when one tourist stopped me. ”Cool, I got stopped by a tourist” – now it’s normal.

T: It gives us joy.

V: It’s beautiful.

E: Wonderful.

V: We’re not complaining.

D: Long live the tourists!! (that one was kinda weird to translate)

You started by playing on Via Del Corso, now you’re international stars. I’m wondering, do you still feel the same when playing together as before? Do you have fun making music together? Or do you miss the simpler times and would love to go back to Via del Corso and play something spontaneously?

V: No, we’re still spontaneus. It’s really important for us, and we make sure people who work with us understand that. We’re really adamant about it. Music needs to remain beautiful, spontaneus and natural thing for us. We never worked with someone who would write lyrics for us. No one ever told us what we can and cannot do. We still feel the exact same feelings in studio and on stage that we felt when we were just getting started. It’s the purest thing for us. We want to have fun and feel free to express ourselves.

T: Exactly, especially that music is our driving force. Without music, we wouldn't have all the beautiful things we do. We focus only on music, and the rest comes to us.

Let’s imagine a situation where you just started ma king a song, and everyone has a different idea for it. How do you work that out? And who’s idea wins most of the time?

V: There are two options in this situation: we try every idea, and if none works, we throw the song away.

E: It doesn’t work. (that one is kinda untranslateable?)

V: Or we really work on it and fight till the end.

D: Exactly. Sometimes, but that pretty rare, one of us has a particular idea on how to do the song, and manages to convince us (to the idea). but it’s not an order, it’s a dialogue. An attempt to make everyone think the same way. I need to say that it was much harder in the past, because we were still searching for our sound, and each tried to push the rest into their way of thinking. But now we’re more aware of what we want to create, so it’s coming out in much more natural way.

E: Faster.

D: Not really faster, because it takes a lot of time to create new songs, but it’s easier, we don’t argue that much anymore.

T: It’s really cool, because everyone gives something from themselves to the song. (my brain kinda blanked here, sorry xD) Just like Damiano said, there are days when Vic has one idea for a song, I have another idea, Damiano has his own idea, Ethan as well… But it’s a whole creative process where we all contribute, and it’s pretty stimulating.

D: Everyone feels appreciated. It’s really important when it’s four of us.

What are the biggest signs that you became huge international stars?

V: We really realize that when we’re having concerts. Where we can see our audience and we can see that people really care about us. That they took time and money to listen to us. Now that we’re travelling across Europe, the amount of people stopping us on the streets really shows how many people know about us. People are waiting for us in front of our hotels. We didn’t think it would be like that. But we feel nothing but affection and warmth from them.

How was Eurovision for you from the backstage? Anything atypical?

D: No, it was all great. We played ping-pong.

V: Did rehearsals.

E: Interviews.

D: Yes, interviews. And ping-pong.

When you we’re in Paris, did anyone mention the drug allegations that came from French people during the finale, that kinda became a diplomatic incident?

D: Yeah, you could say that it was mentioned.

They don’t resent you? Or maybe you resent France?

D: No. To feel that about the whole country would be too much of a generalization. Of course there were people who were really vocal about it, but we don’t feel any sort of resentment. It’s in the past for us. We knew they were just primitive accusations. We did what it deserved – talked a bit about it, I volunteered to do the test, and they (the accusators) were sure it had to be false. It got ridiculous, so we just stopped talking about it. We want to talk about out music, our art. The rest is just meaningless.

Right now, LGBTQ rights are a hot topic both in Italy and in Poland. You mentioned freedom of being different and being yourself on several occasions. Do you think you can change the world on this matter as musicians?

D: Maybe not change the world, but we can definitely contribute. Speak the voice of those who can’t. We have a huge following on social media, on stage, on TV, so we feel responsibility to talk about what’s important to us. We hope that something will change because of us, but we don’t consider ourselves as the ones to set the standards of justice and change. We do what we can do, and if we know enough about it, we talk about it. We don’t want to put someone elses words into ours mouths.

[redwinterroses]

RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

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· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

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· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

[bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare]

It Doesn’t Matter What They say [Corpse Husband]

Hey! This is my first time doing something on Tumblr. If you’d like, go to my Wattpad because thats where this story comes from! Also, sorry if its not accurate. Im still knew to the Corpse_Husband fanbase and the people the people he is seen playing with (-Cr1tiKal and Pewdiepie] and im not familiar with personalities 

Summary: No one knew of Corpse and Y/Ns relationship. Until Corpse thought it was a good time to reveal it and maybe to make the people who simp way too much over him calm down a bit. he thought it was a good idea, so did Y/N. But the fans were not happy..

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Corpse really loved Y/N. He loved her so much that he let her see his face- a week after they met. They met online through Twitter and became best friends, and they totally hit it off. Y/N made Corpse happy, and he trusted her with all his life. Y/N was small, cute, and innocent. She had a soft high pitched voice and was short. She was the exact opposite of Corpse, and that's what he loved about her. He loved when she wore his hoodies, they were always way bigger on her and the sleeves went over her hands. He loved how kind she was. Y/N was a sweetheart, and Corpse didn't know how he was able to score this hard.

Y/N really loved Corpse. He loves so damn much it might kill her. She was happy she got her phone fixed after it stopped charging, if she didn't this wouldn't have happened. They became best friends and hit it off, and she loved when she made Corpse smile. She knows his real name- but calls him Corpse because that's what he prefers. She knows his birthday, his favorite foods, his favorite songs, his personality, how to cheer him up, she knows everything. She loved Corpses deep voice and how it soothed her to sleep. She loved how tall he was compared to her. She loved sitting on his lap while he made his videos and did his streams. He loved wearing his warm hoodies and snuggling up to his chest after long days. Corpse was the best, and Y/N didn't how she was able to score this hard.

Corpse and Y/N thought it would be a good idea to reveal their relationship to the world.

So they did.

In his last stream, he was playing Among Us and decided to tell everyone about Y/N. His exact words were "Guys by the way, I think it's pretty important to tell you guys that I now have a girlfriend. Her names Y/N, and shes the sweetest little thing."

"I'm not little!" Y/Ns voice rung out from behind him. She was sitting on his bed watching him play. Everyone he was playing with freaked out at how soft and high pitched her voice was.

"Her voice is the exact opposite of Corpses, how is this possible?" Felix said with a laugh.

"How can a demon score with an angel?" Charlie commented.

"She sounds so cuuuute!" Poki said, already falling in love with Y/N even she never heard her voice.

"Awwe now I feel lonely." Sykkuno said, sending a sad face in the chat which made them all laugh.

"Nice to meet you all!" Y/N said, walking over to sit on Corpses lap. She was wearing a familiar black hoodie that was way too big on her. Hmm.. wonder whose it is.

"Wha- are you wearing my hoodie again? I was looking for it all over." Corpse had a smirk plastered on his face and looked Y/N over. She was wasn't wearing any pants- but she knew that smirk meant he was just teasing her, they don't make love very often. They just have late night cuddle sessions and kisses.

"I hid it from you so I can wear it." Y/N said a little sheepishly. She was a little awkward talking to Corpse like this infront of everybody. But by how his friends greeted her, she knew they liked her. She was sure the fans would like her as well.

"Wow. You know I was very cold without that hoodie. I had to wear this plain white t-shirt that made me even more cold." Corpse shook his head in a teasing way. Though Y/N was very soft and innocent, so she thought he was being serious for a second.

She frowned, "I'm sorry! I'll give it to you now-" She started to take it off but was stopped by Corpse.

"Ay ay ay ay- no no no, it's fine I was just joking Y/N." He chuckled, hugging her tightly.

"How is she so pure?" Toast muttered, sitting there in disbelief.

"Shes so innocent." Aoc chuckled, already liking this Y/N girl. She really wanted to play a game of Among Us with her, she seemed like such a nice girl to play with.

"Corpse you better treat her like a queen or I swear to god I will-" Charlie was cut off by Sean.

"SHe sound so perfect for Corpse, I'm for ya dude." Sean said, knowing what to come with that sentence.

"Oh how dare you cut me off. I was about to speaks of wisdom!" Charlie said.

"You were about to say profanity. We need to protect this bean we know as Y/N" Poki said.

Charlie sighed, "Fine. But you better expect a fucking DM Corpse!"

Y/N decided to play along with this, She looked curiously at Corpse and said "Babe? Whats fucking?"

There was audible gasps, and Corpse looked at her in complete and utter disbelief. His little innocent bean just said the no no word, it was forbidden in her vocab.

"CHARLIE!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"NOOOooOOOOOOO!"

"DON'T TAKE HER INNOCENCE!!"

"pretty sure Corpse already took it if you know what I mean."

"Ew what the f--feck?"

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It was a fun night for Y/N and Corpse. Y/N enjoyed her time talking to the others and studying Corpses strategies as an imposter. She was excited for when she was gonna be able to play with them, she really looked forward to it. After the stream, Corpse went to record a video reading some more fan written horror stories. Y/N went and laid on the couch, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to finish up his recording- which was going to be a while. She scrolled through her phone, watching a few of Corpses videos and looking at photos of them on her camera roll.

But she made a mistake by going on Twitter.

"Corpses gf is so fake lmao"

"Y/N does not deserve Corpse! Shes sounds like such a bitch"

"I hope @T/N and @Corpse_Husband break up. I hate their relationship already 😭"

"Y/N sounds like a hoe and isn't worthy of Corpses time."

"I bet Corpse is so tired of @T/N lmao. its obvious in his voice loooooooool"

"I hope Y/N dies so i can get a piece of deep daddy 🤩🥰"

"I already hate Y/N and I haven't even seen her in any other vids XD"

"Yoo they sound like they hate her lol. I bet they're just putting on an act to make her feel better about herself."

The DMs, messages, and comments on her posts were even worse..

"You don't deserve Corpse. Fuck off hoe."

"You aren't worry of Corpses time."

"You're such a user."

"Bitch"

"User"

"I bet Corpse really hates you."

"I hope you fucking because Corpse doesn't need an ugly hoe like you in his life"

And they just got worse and worse. Y/N was shocked, why are they hating on her so fast? Does Corpse really not like her..? Is she really not worthy of his time..? NO! She pushed them away, Corpse loves you, and that's truth.

But even so, Y/N couldn't stop reading the messages. They were all so mean.. Only a few people stood up for her. She felt her heart break, everyone hates her... Just despises her! She felt tears run down her face. She cuddled into the hoodie, pulling the oversized hoodie her H/C hair. She felt hurt and hated, like no one wanted her, not even Corpse- the person who loved her the most.

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After an hour, Corpse decided to take a little break from recording and check on Y/N. He missed her soft voice and her cuddles, so he was on a mission to get just that thing. He stood up from his gaming chair and gave a nice long stretch and ran a hand through his black hair. He walked to his door, slowly opening it and quietly walking through the hallway. He planned to scare Y/N, and sense it usually takes him hours to finish his recording she wouldn't suspect a thing.

But when he got closer to the living room, he felt worry and concern overwhelm him. He heard the soft sobs and cries of his beloved girlfriend. He rushed into the living room, sitting on the couch and picking her up to hold her in his arms. "Hey babe- are you ok? Whats wrong?"

Y/N didn't say anything, she just snuggled into Corpses chest and hugged him tightly as she sobbed.

"Babe, you can tell me anything, you know that? What's wrong? Did someone say something that hurt you on stream? Wait- is it what Sykkuno said? Baby I'm not gay he's just a friend and you know that, it's just a joke that we're-"

"I-i-its not that.." Y/N muttered out.

"Then whats wrong?" Corpse asked, his voice full of nothing but worry and concern.

Y/N grabbed her phone and turned it on. She went on Twitter on looked up the hashtag 'HateY/N' and told Corpse to scroll through.

She watched as he scrolled through the tweets, and his expression twisted into one Y/N has never really seen before, anger. Oh he was livid. How could they say those things at his beautiful, sweet, and happy girlfriend? He thought his fans would support him and Y/Ns relationship. Why didn't they care?

He read some of the battles, some people loved Y/N.

"Bro stfu. Y/N is perfect for Corpse."

"lmao what? Shes ugly asf"

"Seriously? If you really cared about Corpse you would support him. Now fuck off."

Corpse pulled his own phone out and hopped on Twitter,  instantly typing a response to everyone who has been hating on Y/N.

He said "To everybody who has been hating on @T/N, my girlfriend. I love her with all my life and I do not like how some of you guys have been treating her. She has changed my goddamn life, and all this bullshit you guys have been spitting has made Y/N cry. So please.. just please stop."

After that, Corpse threw his phone onto the carpet and hugged Y/N tightly, kissing her temple softly. "It doesn't matter what they say, I will always love you Y/N."

[wisehq]

Mission Debrief: Chapter Forty-Seven

...Right through the goddamn door!

Annnnnnddddd turns out it was option 2 behind the door. Endo went the cliche route and had the ol’ “bad guy disguised as room server” schitck, but considering we got a wicked assassination from Yor out of it I’m definitely not complaining (guess it was a good thing it wasn’t Loid and Anya!) This was probably the most action packed chapter since Loid took on Edgar’s men way back in the first chapter, and I am living for it. So let’s talk about it!

(Also just a quick shout out to @tare-chan​ and @musiciati​ for their awesome analyses. Check them out if you haven’t already!)

Okay, like I said already, the room service guy. It’s cliche. It’s obvious. It’s overdone- but I think that was kind of the point. The moment we saw this guy we already knew what was gonna happen, and yet it was still exciting seeing everyone pop off and Yor impaling the guy with her dagger (with a little help from McMahon and his darts, of course.) It quickly becomes apparent that plot isn’t the main focus of this chapter- rather it’s the action. We’ve had exposition. We’ve had buildup. The last three chapters were mostly talking, and now we’re getting into the actual fun part of this arc.

Endo has been building Yor up this whole time, and now we’re finally seeing everything come to a head as if the manga were this big, blockbuster summer movie about an army of assassins out for blood on a cruise liner. We’ve got all the tropes; an evil man-behind-the-chair, the eclectic group of cutthroat criminals, and a well-composed leader to reign them all in...

...For the most part.

The kill count is climbing fast, which I suppose is to be expected when you’re in Yor’s line of work. Still, it’s interesting- and a little bit concerning- how readily these guys are willing to turn on each other. We see that more as the chapter progresses and things devolve into essentially chaos. Everyone knows that Olka and Yor know they’re being targeted, so it becomes a rat race to see who can kill the former first.

Queue the masquerade scene (which funnily enough a lot of people were hoping would happen at some point, though not quite in this way). Yor is perfection in this whole sequence. Her assassin instincts are on full display, able to recognize the subtle feeling of killing intent even among an entire ballroom full of people. She has her eyes on everyone in there, including her charges, and despite her being nervous she invariably has everything under control.

First taking out a hitman with a button from across the room, and then leading a man twice her size out on the dance floor. I just have to reiterate that everything about this was so slick and smooth. Yor’s killer accuracy. The ease she takes this man with her insane strength. That little bit at the end where she reveals she’s married and tells him “it isn’t right”- god, move over Twilight. Your wife is the real smooth one in the family xD

Speaking of, it was only a matter of time before Anya got involved. It was kind of obvious that she’d be the first one to be clued in on Yor’s work, since she already knew the set-up for everything anyway. Now Anya knows the true extent of the trouble she’s in, even more so since we as the reader now know how much money is actually on the line here. Pulling out the math we did to figure out the cost of Handler’s coat, we know that Dalc= 3.16 to the U.S dollar. That means the combined bounty for both Olka and her son comes out to $2,528,000- an amount sizeable enough to make a boat full of eager assassins do anything to obtain.

Luckily- as expected- Loid is no slouch in keeping tabs on the boat-goers. Of course he’s not privy to the potential slaughter happening on in the background, but he does immediately recognize all the wires and bugs hidden everywhere on the ship. I’m glad Endo pointed this out because a) I knew Loid would sniff them out eventually and b) It gives Loid the excuse as to why he won’t draw attention to himself through out all this. Evil-franky (the intelligence guy) is listening to everything going on in the ship. If he hears any little detail that might point him to Yor and Olka, he’ll seize it...though good luck getting anything out of Loid when he’s on his best behavior. He won’t accidentally let anything slip out now that he knows people are listening, allowing him and Anya (and by extension Yor) some degree of anonymity-

-Assuming Loid can figure his daughter out. Poor guy just can’t catch a break, especially when Anya has no idea how to help her mama out. I know people were feeling bad that Anya has this recurring fear of Loid leaving her and Yor (frog hater), but honestly I was too busy laughing to care. Also I just have to appreciate Loid trying to be a good dad (FoR dA mISsuN.) Let him worry about that while his wife takes on an army. Y’know, typical Forger stuff.

It’s gonna be a whole month before the next chapter, but that doesn’t mean a lack of SxF! Endo’s been leaking out panels from his new novel and it’s looking fantastic. Also we’ve been seeing a lot more fan artists and writers popping up lately, so kudos to them for keeping us sated until chapter 48 drops! Ya’ll are the best!

Also, BONUS

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