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DannyMay 2023, Day 15: Full Hazmat AU
Tittle: The Cleaner: First File
Summary: One day green glowing monsters started appearing and attacking cities all over the globe, and with them, arrived 'The Cleaner'. The Justice League has not uncovered any real information about them to this day. Meanwhile, Danny in a full hazmat suit: 'People can't even let me take a friggin nap!!'
One day,  green glowing monsters and people started to appear all along the globe. No one knew where they came from, only that they enjoyed wreaking havoc wherever they showed up. 
With the entities came 'The Cleaner' as they were titled. They always appeared no more than 10 minutes after a villain - from the ‘Green Dimension’, as they named it - showed up, and contained them in ten seconds flat,  immensely helping in keeping the damage to the minimum. 
The only saving grace was that these aliens never got anyone killed. Everyone in the Justice League found this observation extremely bizarre. But even with no casualties,  the repair costs were enormous. 
No matter how much the JL looked, there were never sightings of the figure other than during the fights, when they seemed to appear out of thin air. Internet searches came up blank as well, only filled with excited rants and candid photos taken by civilians. With these, they concluded that “The Cleaner” was either a) a brand new hero previously unknown, or b) from the same dimension the glowing entities came from. The whole League was miffed, with the Bats even more so, collectively losing their shit over having no contingency plans against the unknown figure.
Fully covered in a red and black hazmat suit nobody had a clue about their identity,  even their gender was shrouded in mystery. Somehow their outfit, even without being overly baggy managed to hide any distinguishing bodily characteristics that otherwise would have been visible. 
Until…. one day,  one of the speedsters overheard the ‘Cleaner’s’ rant. 
It went as any of their usual fights with the green monsters did. Not even a few minutes after the beast started to destroy the buildings, their mysterious hero materialized into existence in front of it. Instead of immediately throwing a punch like they expected, ‘The Cleaner’ instead stared at them with the most deadpan expression they could convey with a helmet on. For some reason, the speedster got a huge 'I’m-so-done-with-this-shit' vibe. Or that was just his overactive imagination. It was hard to tell with the headgear on. He must have gotten it right though, because then they tiredly put a palm to their face with one hand, and, without looking, flicked open the lid of a tube and sucked the entity into it with the other.
Surprisingly, The Cleaner didn’t immediately disappear once the monster was gone, so he took a few steps closer as they hung the green, metal tube ( which he could now tell was actually a soup thermos? What? ) back on his belt and pulled out an honest-to-god cellphone.
He didn't even have to strain his ears to listen in on the ensuing phone call since they were talking pretty loudly. And boy, did they sure sound pissed. 
“I swear to the Ancients, Tuck,” the ‘Cleaner’ complained, motioning with their hands aggressively to emphasize their point “If I have to come to fetch another one of these god damned brats I'm gonna treat them the same way they act and build them a time out corner in either the warden’s prison or the palace. I'm pretty sure both Walker and Frightknight would love to teach them a lesson about tact!"
There was a pause as he listened to whoever they were talking to on the other end of the line. “No, I don't care that they’re centuries older than me. If they act like spoiled children they get treated as such!” 
They let out an annoyed harrumph “I was taking a nap, Tuck. A NAP!!! You know I don't take naps! Not to mention I’m retired! What the hell am I? Their nanny? I don’t even get paid to clean up the messes they make! Can't they just keep their ecto ass sitting still in the realm for at least a few centuries to let me take my well deserved break!? But nooooo, these asshats have to make even more paperwork for me to do!" 
“When I told them not to break into Amity anymore I did not mean for them to go to another dimension and terrorize a whole-ass-planet!!!” The ‘Cleaner’ threw up their spare hand in exasperation.
 Their grumbling still could be heard as, with a wave of their hands, a portal opened, made out of a green swirling mass. Ignoring everyone else’s presence they stepped into the portal as it was the most common thing in the world. 
The speedster could only watch and gape at the now empty air. They certainly did not know they could do that. 
Now that he remembers though, they did sound like a male didn't they? He couldn’t estimate their age from the voice as it was very muffled coming through the headgear, but it was definitely not feminine.
And that's how the Justice League got their first ever info about the mysterious ‘Cleaner’.
Finally,  the first real data was entered into the vigilante’s (?) file: 
Name: UNKNOWN 
Alias: “The Cleaner” 
Age: UNKNOWN 
Gender: Male 
Origin: UNKNOWN 
Race: UNKNOWN 
Appearance: UNKNOWN
Power(s): Flight (or hovering,  unconfirmed which), Super strength(?), Teleportation(?), Portal creation (confirmed)
Weakness(es): UNKNOWN 
Costume: A full  black and red hazmat suit. The headgear has a black, unreflective screen that has green orbs (eyes?) shining behind it. Matte black gloves, combat boots and belt. There are compartments added to the belt. Content: UNKNOWN 
Weapon(s): a metal thermos(?) with green accents
Personality: UNKNOWN 
Affiliates: Tuck (?) (no file available)
Takedown plan(s): Impossible to make without further data 
Note:  The entity always deals with the threats quickly and effectively. Their moves speak of prior experience. 
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 Ao3
The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!
My hands were itching to draw something so in a 'why the fuck not' mode i drew Danny's file.
Except as sequel of this with arts and all fellas cuz am already preparing it!
The sketch:
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bellysoupset · 9 days
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The New Guy
It was the first day of class and Vince felt like a toddler in kindergarten. Although he didn't actually remember going to kindergarten back in Italy, but his mom made a point of telling him he had wailed every time they dropped him off, so this was how Vince felt.
Except he wasn't the student today, he was the teacher.
He still wasn't fully back on his feet after such a hellish bout of flu and the emotional stress, but Vince felt steady enough he could at least fake it. Besides, he had wanted to be a teacher his whole life, so even if he felt like crying from the nerves, he was also incredibly excited.
This was his old school and it was weird, to say the least, to walk the halls as a teacher, not a student. Not much had changed - better flooring, a classroom had a smartboard instead of a white one, new teachers.
His old ones were still there, though, and Vince nearly jumped out of his skin upon entering the teacher's hall and having his name shouted, "Vincenzo! Oh look at you!" as if he was the chubby kid who grew up over summer. Which yeah, he sort of was.
The literature teacher was still the same woman, Ms. Lobdell. She had been already been an ancient faculty member back when he was at school and time had done her no favors, but she was sharp as a knife.
His old history teacher had retired, the spot Vince had occupied, and the biology and chemistry teacher, a horrible man whom Vin had hated back then, had also left the school.
He was told all this by Ms. Lobdell, who dragged him around by the arm despite the first class starting at 8 AM and it already being 7:55.
Finally Vince was released from the claws of that sweet wrinkly woman to his class of snotty 10 year old, whom he was already very partial to.
Because moving had been such a huge thing, from his relationship with Wendy and his friends, to quitting his solid job and getting an entirely new place, Vince had been more than a little insecure about the whole thing.
Suddenly it wasn't just "getting a new job", it was "getting a new life" and he felt a gigantic pressure for this to be as good as he had imagined it to be, otherwise... Otherwise he would have gone through all this trouble for nothing.
It was a relief so strong when teaching his first class ended up being everything he had imagined and more, that Vince was teary eyed by lunch break.
"So how was it?" Wendy asked, her voice breathless as she moved around. Vince checked his watch again, noticing his hands were shaking with how nervous he had been. 1:30 PM, she was probably leaving her hot yoga class to get dressed for her evening shifts.
"It was amazing," he confessed, smiling, keeping his voice low, "the kids were great, the teaching plan went smoothly... They keep calling me mister Monacelli, though, which is very weird... It was just great."
"I'm glad," Wendy answered and he could tell she was smiling and meant it, "what now?"
"Now I get my teenagers," Vince scratched at his cheeks, suddenly wishing he hadn't shaved in the morning. He felt too baby faced to handle the teens, doubting they'd respect him, "they're going to eat me alive."
"Yes, but not in the way you think," Wendy teased him, "you're going to be the class crush, just watch it."
He grinned, smoothing his shirt and looking around the empty classroom. Vince had been much too nervous to join the remaining staff in the cafeteria and had had lunch inside his classroom, like a loser. Just a veggie roll too, which normally wouldn't sustain him even for two hours, let alone the rest of the day.
"Now you're just egging me on," he rolled his eyes, "how's your day?"
"Great," Wendy huffed and her voice got distant as if she had left her phone in a surface, "I have far too much free time now that you're not around, so I'm gonna start taking classes."
"Classes on what?" he balled up the paper napkin and grabbed his tooth brushing kit, walking out of the classroom, holding the cellphone to his ear.
"Anything," Wendy sighed, "I just need to occupy myself a bit, it'll help."
"I think you should take interior design classes," he entered the bathroom, "you're always fiddling with things in the apartment."
"Uhm, maybe," she sighed and then he heard a noise and Wendy cursing, "a stupid pigeon just hit my window, I gotta go. Love you, break a leg, Mr. Pussy Magnet!"
"Love you as well, honey," Vince rolled his eyes, hanging up.
His first class after lunch actually went a lot smoother than Vince was expecting, but the second one... He had no idea where his students were.
After fifteen minutes of sitting there without a single soul appearing, Vince peeked at the hallway and frowned. He was half expecting the kids to be pranking him by sitting in the hallway, but nada. Not a single student.
He sighed, locking the classroom and walking back to the teacher's hall to see if anyone else would have an inkling of where his kids had disappeared to.
An older teacher, whom Vince remembered as the trigonometry teacher and who, thankfully, did not remember Vin, was leaning against the window, with his head poking out, smoking.
"Mr. Turella, hi," Vince smiled and the older man smiled back.
"You're the new teacher, right? History?"
"Yeah," Vince crossed the room to shake his hand and the man let out a huff.
"You're looking more like the P.E teacher, son," he teased lightly, "are you lost?"
"No, not really," Vince grimaced, "but I think I lost my kids? No one showed for my class..."
Mr. Turella let out a snort, carefully resting his cigarette on the windowsill and walking across the room to the big schedule that was plastered to the wall, "oh yeah," he shook his head, "Daniels stole your kids."
"Excuse me," Vince frowned, crossing the room so he could look at the schedule as well. Mr. Turella planted a wrinkled finger over the sophomore's schedule and dragged it down.
The class before Vince's was Chemistry, with Mr. Daniels.
"Uh... That's just great," Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste, "I don't suppose I should go over and tell him to release my kids?"
"Bad move for a rookie," Mr. Turella patted his arm, "just wait for them to show and you can chew out Daniels after class. Not that it's going to help much, it never did in my case."
"He does this a lot?" Vince scoffed and the other man nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah, get used to it," the man sighed and walked back to the window, "take the win, it's a break in your schedule."
"It's time they're not learning the curriculum," Vince corrected, groaning as he imagine the headache this would be down the line, when he inevitably fell behind if he didn't have enough time to teach, "alright, thanks Mr. Turella."
"It's John," the man waved him off, continuing to smoke.
Vince returned to his classroom, chewing at his lip since it was still empty. He paced nervously, until his students finally showed, thirty minutes late and chatting loudly.
"We're having P.E now?" a boy asked, causing his friends to giggle and Vince to sigh. It was going to be a long evening.
Mr. Daniels fucking haunted him. His senior students, whom he was dreading already, were also late thanks to the biology classes. Unlike the previous kids, though, they walked in quietly and seemed very interested in Vince, if only because he was new and shiny.
"You cannot be serious-" a girl blurted out, when Vince announced he was holding them for ten more minutes, since they had arrived twenty past the time of class, "sir. You cannot be serious, Mr. Monacelli," she corrected herself quickly.
Vince raised his eyebrows, not the outburst, but at the correction. It was so weird to be treated like that.
"Well, I- Alright, today you can leave, but next time this happens I'll have to hold you until we're done. You can't fall behind so close to SATs," he sighed, gesturing to the whiteboard, "and remember homework."
"Yesssir," there was a chorus of voices, making him cringe. Sir, that didn't sit right.
"I'll see you Wednesday," Vince waved to the door and then sat down, waiting for the kids to leave. As soon as he was alone, he let out a groan and rubbed at his neck.
As Vince walked to the parking lot, he paused as he saw a man leaning heavily against the wall, just outside the view of the buses leaving.
The man had his back pressed to the wall and his hands on his knees, as if catching his breath after running a marathon.
Curiosity got the best of him and Vince stepped closer, wondering if this was a senior student who had been held back - he didn't look seventeen, for sure, but not old enough to be a parent either - and if so, why he hadn't been in his class just now.
"Hey," Vince said, realizing the guy was actually older than he expected as he stepped closer, "hey, you alright?"
The guy shook his head, lips pressed in a thin line, "not feeling too hot..." he let out a soft burp, unashamed, and grimaced, "you're the new guy, the new teacher."
"Uh- It's Vince..." Vince frowned, inspecting the other man. He was a blonde, with most of his hair pulled up in a man bun, showcasing an undercut. He was wearing a buttoned up shirt, but with short sleeves - which should be a crime, in Vin's opinion, - and he could see his left arm was completely tattooed.
Definitely not a teacher, Vince thought, crouching slightly. The guy wasn't short, but compared to Vin he was. He also looked incredibly, terribly familiar.
"I'm Max," the man grimaced and spread his feet apart, "I'm gonna hurl, you should step back."
So casual about the whole deal, as if it wasn't mortifying. Vince frowned even more, "are you waiting for your kid, Max? Can I get someone for you?"
"My kid?" Max let out a little chuckle, which quickly turned into a groan and he wrapped an arm around his stomach, "no, I'm fine. Lunch was just too heavy, the cafeteria food fucking sucks."
"You're a staff member?" Vince frowned, even more confused. He wanted to get a decent look at the man's face, but he was sort of bent over, with a couple hair strands falling in front.
"Bio-" Max cut himself off with a gag and groaned loudly. He panted, back heaving and a couple of belches bubbled up, low in volume, but terrible wet. He cleared his throat, but it morphed into a cough and then Vince jumped back as a splatter of puke hit the pavement, sinking in the gravel.
He made a face, reaching out and planting a hand on Max's shoulders, keeping him swaying, and looked around, hoping there was anyone better equipped to help.
"Fuck-" Max groaned, pressing his stomach with a hand and heaving again. An empty, painful and loud, heave, followed by another cough and more vomit, this time a much larger amount. He let out a little moan, hanging over the puddle with an arm wrapped around his middle and panting.
"Done...?" Vince grimaced and the man nodded, wiping his lips on the back of his hand and then making a face at it, wiping his hand on his jeans.
"Urgh, that was gross..." he straightened up, taking a steady breath and sidestepped the mess on the ground, "sorry. I didn't catch your name?"
"Vince," he repeated, studying the man's face. They were about the same age, now Vince realized, but Max looked younger. Blonde with brown eyes and a tanned complexion, he looked like a surfer who had gotten lost on his way to California, "I'm the new history teacher."
"I'm the biology and chemistry teacher," Max shook his hand, following Vince further into the parking lot and Vin nearly stopped on his tracks.
"You're Mr. Daniels?"
"Uhhh yeah man, the one and only," the guy opened a little smirk, looking amused, "you heard about me?"
"You're the prick who held my kids," Vince glared at him, "twice. Thirty minutes each."
"I had to wrap up the subject," Max shrugged, "and they were interested. You know how hard it is to get these gremlins interested in anything, no hard feelings."
Vince scoffed, rolling his eyes, "quit doing that then," he said, finally arriving at his bike, "...Are you sure you alright?"
"I'm fine," Max smiled, smoothing his shirt and undoing the top buttons, "see you around, Mr. Monacelli."
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ckret2 · 1 year
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👀 I want to hear more about this Bill AU
You were the very first person to send me an ask about the Bill AU, and it was an open-ended question, so I've been saving your ask special for... a fanfic. IDK how often or how much I'm gonna write actual full fic for this AU but for now, here: the first half of Bill's reunion with the Pines family. (Attempted murder included.)
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February 25, 2013
The vengeful demon standing in the door of the Mystery Shack possessed only four items in the universe:
Two safety pins.
A time tape tied around his waist like a belt.
And a tunic he'd fashioned himself in the style of an ancient Greek Ionic chiton, folded and pinned so perfectly that the wearer must have seen them thousands of years ago when they were at the height of fashion.
Soos couldn't identify an authentic Ionic chiton. All he could tell was that the lady at the door was wearing a toga made out of a bright purple Pony Heist children's bedsheet.
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Soos laughed, flashing the tourist a double thumbs up. "Hey! Awesome toga. That should really be like a thing. Imagine if we all wore togas. We could just wake up, roll our bedsheets around us like a burrito, and go out!"
Distractedly, the tourist answered, "Careful, you can't tell when Big Fashion is listening in." 
"Haha. Who?"
The tourist didn't reply, and she hadn't looked at Soos once; instead, her gaze was darting around the shop searchingly.
"Are you shopping for something specific?" Soos asked with his best customer service voice. "Post cards? Snow globes? Weird taxidermy thingamajigs? Pants?"
"Where are the Pines?" the tourist asked, casting a sharp look at the "employees only" door, then the vending machine.
"Oh, Mr. Pines! The original Mr. Mystery! Heh—he actually retired a few months ago. The Mystery Shack's under new management!" Soos planted his fists on his hips and puffed up his chest. "It's me, I'm the new management."
"But where are they?" the tourist pressed.
"Uhh, he and his bro are somewhere in South America, I think? Some place called... Redacted. But hey, if you really wanna meet him in person, in his last letter he said they might visit for like spring break if the kids can make it up. First week in April!"
"First week in April," the tourist muttered, glancing away from Soos, thoughtfully fiddling with the time tape wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, dude! I've tried to use a tape measure as a belt too! Haha! It worked great, until I bumped the button and it retracted. Yeesh. Hey, do you want a fur belt? We sell fur belts now." Soos turned away, rummaging through the new display next to the t-shirts. "They're all ethically sourced from recycled materials! I bought a bunch of old rugs from the Northwest Mansion to slice up."
Soos grabbed up a fuzzy pink belt. "Check it, I think this is unicorn hide or something. Bet it'd go so good with that Pony Heist toga..."
The tourist had vanished in thin air.
Soos looked around. "Huh." He stuck the belt on a shelf beneath the cash register, in case she decided she wanted it later.
Once all the other visitors had left for the day, and Soos was left alone to clean up, he glanced around the shop nervously. "Is anyone there?" He lifted his broom like a samurai sword. "Hello? Big Fashion?"
Nothing answered. He shrugged and kept sweeping.
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April 1, 2013
A vengeful demon who possessed nothing but two safety pins, a time tape belt, and a purple Pony Heist bedsheet tunic stood in the center of the Mystery Shack gift shop.
Which was weird, because Soos hadn't heard the door and she totally hadn't been there a moment ago.
"Oh hey! Toga Lady!" Soos turned to Wendy, who was picking up a few bucks as a temp worker handing the spring break tourists. "It's Toga Lady. She came in like a month ago. The toga's cool, right? I think it's cool."
Wendy glanced up, choked back a laugh, and scrambled to grab her phone for a picture.
"So, where are the Pines?" Toga Lady asked, with an edge of impatience.
"Oh, dude, did you come all they way back here to meet them? I'm sorry, the Mr. Pineses didn't make it. They couldn't get a flight out of Atlanta." Soos stopped, frowned, and pulled a water-stained letter from his pocket to double check. "Sorry, Atlantis. Something about a siege of sirens?"
"They would pick now to invade," Toga Lady muttered. "I suppose the children aren't here."
How did she know about the children? Maybe she'd visited last summer and remembered them? Like, early summer, before Pony Heist came out. Soos would have remembered the toga. "Naw, heh. They went to Roswell."
"Oh, cool," Wendy said distractedly, busy texting Toga Lady to everyone she knew. "Checking out the competition."
"Yeah, Dipper's sending me like a billion pictures of the alien museum."
"Well," Toga Lady snapped, "when are they showing up?"
Soos was beginning to get the impression that Toga Lady was less an admiring fan, and more one of those customers. All the same, he said, "June first, for sure. That's when the kids get here for summer break so the Mr. Pineses are coming too. Definitely. Promise."
She rolled her eyes—one of them twitched, like she'd gotten something in it and was struggling to keep it open—but said, "All right, fine! June. What's the difference?" She trudged to the door and leaned next to it by the snow globe shelves, fiddling with her belt, as if she was settling in to wait right there for the next two months.
Soos frowned—she might drive off tourists, blocking the door like that—but said, "Oh! While you're here, I thought you might be interested in this belt." He reached past Wendy to grab it from beneath the cash register. "I didn't get a chance to show you last time before—"
He looked toward the door. She was gone. "Huh. Did you see Toga Lady leave?"
Wendy shrugged. "Wasn't looking."
"Huh." Soos replaced the belt. At least he knew when he'd see her next.
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June 1, 2013
"What's with the belt?" Stan asked.
"Oh! It's for a regular." Soos pointed with both hands down at the fuzzy pink belt peeking beneath his suit jacket. "I think she's comin' today. She wanted to meet the original Mr. Mystery."
"Hey, an admirer!" Stan mysteriously grew two inches as his posture spontaneously improved. "Is she cute?"
"Uh... if you like bedsheet togas?"
"Ooh, a party girl."
Over by the shop's glass display case, Ford said, "These are new," and lifted a jar with an alien fetus suspended in green goo.
"Oh, yeah!" Soos said. "Dipper sent me like, a billion keychains of these little alien guys from Roswell. So I started filling Abuelita's empty spice jars with aliens and lime jello. Cool, huh? It looks like we stole them from a secret government lab or something."
Stan laughed, slinging an arm around Soos. "Listen to this! Brilliant! I knew I put the right guy in charge."
Soos grinned goofily. "Aw, gee, Mr. Pines..." A flash of purple caught the corner of his eye. Toga Lady was leaning next to the door by the snow globe shelves, fiddling with her belt.
Here was a chance to show off his great business instincts with Stan watching. Time to make a sale. "Oh, hey, Toga Lady! I didn't hear you come in! Still rockin' Pony Heist, huh? Hey, I've been trying to show you this belt I think you'll like..."
But she wasn't listening to him. Her gaze was fixed on the Pines twins' backs. As Soos watched, her expression darkened, and her grin widened.
The vengeful demon reached past the snow globes, snatched up a heavy "mysterious green crystal cluster ($250)" made of glued-together broken glass, and heaved it up over his head. "Hey, Sixer!" Face contorted in a snarl of a smile, he turned the cluster over, sharp broken shards pointing downward. "Welcome home!"
Bill Cipher swung the glass weight down toward Ford's head.
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(If you wanna keep reading, all chapters are right here!)
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demetris-cocksleeve · 4 months
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Hello!! I'm fairly new to the twilight fandom and your blog is one of the bests i've ever seen so far! So, if you're comfortable/not buzy, could you please do the volturi kings (separated or poly, both are fine!!) reacting to the reader being a goth, i imagined since they're ancient beings, the goths that invaded the Roman Empire would be the first thing coming to mind lol
Once again, your blog is definitely a favorite now, so i might just give myself a name for future requests, i think 🦇 would be fine if no one's using it :)
Have a good morning, afternoon or/and evening!
-🦇
(A/n: Stawppppp you're makin me blushhh🙈 I definitely recommend @kiiwiigii (her kinktober is 🥵 and her fluff fics will literally rot your teeth) and (she doesn't write often, but she has an AMAZING NSFW mini series called Uses of a Secretarial Desk👀:) @alecvolturi)
(A/n: I went with headcanons. I hope that's okay with you!)
(A/n: Also- It's a bit difficult for me to write the kings since I personally don't vibe w/ em, so I hope you like it😭😅)
Word Count: -
Summary: Request above
Warnings: None
Age Rating: None
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Volturi Kings x Gothic! GN! Reader
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General:
Firstly, the Volturi are known art lovers so while the Visigoth sacking Rome might be what the word is acquitted to off the top of their heads, they would probably attune it moreso to the gothic art style of the mid 12th - 16th centuries
This being said, gothic makeup is VASTLY different from the painted arches and quatrelobes of the art period
You'll definitely have some explaining to do
You'll have to excuse them. They're not invested in human fads and expressionistic styles
Now on to the individual reactions/thoughts:
Aro:
He definitely finds your style interesting
Not in a judgmental aunt "interesting...😒" but an intrigued interest
He likes to watch you do your makeup, letting out the occasional amused "hm" when you do something unconventional with your look (grey contour, painting your neck black, extreme eyeliner, thin angled brows, etc.)
As for the music?
Doesn't really get it but at the same time does? Idk how to explain my thought process
He basically vibes with the lyrics and meaning but sometimes the instrumentals are hit or miss
He really enjoys the instrumentals that are more spooky/calm to the ones that go harder
Overall, if you're happy, who's he to say anything?
Caius:
Do you want fanon or accurate?😅
Fanon:
He might give you a strange look or cock an eyebrow when you go all out with your look but he silently appreciates how much effort it takes to perfect it
If he doesn't like the song playing, he'll either grab your phone and skip it or just leave the room
Canon:
This man is throwing shade left, right, and center lol
It /is/ all in good fun though
He's a bitch, you knew that from your first meeting
"Are you sure that's how you want to go out today?"
"Interesting attire, dear... *side eye*"
He doesnt hate it, don't get him wrong
He just finds it... odd
Out of all the kings, he's probably the most art geek of them all and is stuck on the name of your style
"Goth? That is not gothic, pet... *cue middle ages art speech*"
Openly criticizes the music
Either bans it from being played around him or loudly complains about it
Marcus:
Is the most vocal about your appearance
Constantly praising how you look that day
He got a second chance at his life partner. He's gonna be damned if he doesn't appreciate everything about you even down to the barely-different-who-is-he-kidding-they're-the-same-as-the-ones-you-already-own shoes that you just bought and are excited about
It's not even him lying either
He GENUINELY loves your look, simoyl for the fact that 1) he has seen you get ready... that takes skill and 2) you clearly enjoy the style and seeing you confident and secure in yourself is enough for him
He can take or leave the music, but he will keep that to himself until he dies (get it? Bc he's immortal?)
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weirdwyvern · 29 days
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Collection of observations so far on Pokémon Legends: Z-A
It'd be reasonable to assume that PLZA is going to be based around the same time period as Haussmann's renovation of Paris, a major public works initiative focused on city modernization (by the day's standards). This included taking down a lot of medieval neighborhoods and replacing them with avenues, squares, and parks, as well as installing extensive water-based features such as sewers, aqueducts, and (of course) fountains. Haussmann was eventually dismissed bc he was being way too extravagant with spending (along with other political stuff etc etc), but the modern-day layout of central Paris still directly echoes his designs.
The renovation period lasted from 1853-1870, which would put PLZA in roughly the same timeframe as PLA; the Meiji Restoration (also called the Meiji Renovation, ironically) began in 1868.
However, the aesthetics they've chosen for the announcement trailer are giving me pause. Though the drafting/sketching portion certainly has an old-timey feel to it, the use of a holographic, wireframe style to show the city feels markedly futuristic. In addition, one of the humans we see (the woman sitting at a table next to a Klefki) appears to be using a smartphone. Whether or not we're gonna have another Arc Phone situation has yet to be seen.
This could just be a way of expressing "here's what Lumiose is PLANNED to look like far in the future, and this game is going to be focused on building towards that future." As there was a "Not actual gameplay footage" disclaimer at the beginning there, we can assume that nothing shown in the trailer is necessarily going to appear in-game – tho I'd imagine at least some of the models are going to be utilized (two birds, one stone).
With how Pokémon has played around with ancient/futuristic dichotomies (Unova, Paldea) and time travel (Alola, Hisui, and…many others tbh) in the past, though, it'd be interesting if PLZA wound up being a futuristic isekai to complement the distant-past adventure of PLA.
All that said, if PLZA is set in the past: We are all but certainly going to see young (or at least younger) AZ.
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Very interested in this logo! Presumably it's comparable to that of the Galaxy Team, though unlike that one, it doesn't share much resemblance to the logo of its region's future evil team (Team Flare). The most similar organization logo we've seen thus far would be that of the Aether Foundation.
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The only theory I have at present is that it could potentially be related to Diancie, which was first introduced in Kalos. The logo could be a stylized version of the incomplete ring & glittering gem around its neck.
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Adjacent to that: I get the feeling that the Anistar City Sundial is going to have some level of importance to the plot. In XY, the Sundial allows the player to upgrade their Mega Ring + locate more Mega Stones throughout the region. As the Mega Evolution symbol was prominently displayed at the end of the presentation, we may get to learn some more about it and its origins – especially that bit about how it supposedly descended from space.
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We may get to see Camphrier Town – or, at least, Shabboneau Castle – during its heyday!
The A in PLZA's logo shares a similar construction to the marking on Xerneas' chest. It also has a plantlike pattern on it, which would connect to Xerneas' ability to induce life/growth…or it could be interpreted as a veinlike pattern, which would connect to Yveltal's design. It could also be completely unrelated to the Aura Trio lmao
I want to see Emmet so bad. Put both of those muppets in situations. Also I want double battles back please I'm begging and pleading stop making me fight 3+ enemies with only one Pokémon on my side–
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void-imp · 2 months
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what's in my bag? picrew
i was tagged by @mattodore to do this, thank you so much river! i feel like i was tagged by someone else too but i scrolled through my notes and couldn't find anything, i'm sorry if i'm forgetting anyone.
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jab: i had a hard time choosing between the cracked phone and this phone with the cutesy cover. just imagine the screen is cracked on the other side, lol. he uses his tablet to take notes in class. there's also a dozen crumpled receipts in there.
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aleksey: he ended up getting the cracked phone. in his case it's because it's ancient, probably so old that it can't be updated anymore (whereas jab is just clumsy and doesn't take care of his things). aleksey is always fucking freezing.
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jeremy: i wanted to give him the bum bag because it seems like his vibe, but i didn't think it would fit his switch, which i see him playing on the subway. he's got his lunch, his tunes, a pretty thing he picked up like an acorn or a flower. had to give him the dino keychain. i'm gonna tag @ezra-trait, @raiiny-bay, @softpine, @gunthermunch, @kuroashims, @barbieaiden @lilamausmaus @latte-trait and @diwns to do this, feel free to skip of course!
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the-acid-pear · 14 days
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I lampshaded this when I spoke about Harry/Steven but honestly Harry with Any phoney for that matter just feels like such fun unexplored territory because his ass is ANCIENT he's literally one of the FIVE ORIGINAL MANAGERS he's like top of the food chain so respect is the least you'd treat this man with. However we literally barely see him interact with anyone aside from Jack, and his relationship with Jack alone is a special case since he's his boss and stuff. I'm literally just rambling but I just love to imagine how more firm and even slightly more relaxed he'd be around other phoneys perhaps. Bc like he's so... Sopping wet outside of that formal outer core. Like god I'm gonna drive a car and crash it into a well I'm so crazy about this phone.
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moongothic · 2 months
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Quick speculation from Chapter 1105
Okay so somebody's on their way to Egghead right now. Needless to say I'm curious as to who the fuck that could even be
A) Blackbeard and/or his crew I mean one of BB's ships is already there. On one hand, it could be just a vague reminder to us that the ship is there meaning those crew members could be making their way to the island. On the other hand, we know the ship is already there, so why be so vague about it? Alternatively, it could about BB himself, that he could be on his way to see what the fuzz is about and/or to try to bargain with the Marines with Garp's bounty? (Wild but okay)
B) Strawhat Grand Fleet Saw a few people suggest this, and like, sure, if you wanted to have a giant battle between the Grand Fleet and the Marines, why not. I'm not entirely sure what this would achieve aside from protecting Egghead from getting wiped out (which wouldn't be bad mind you, especially considdering a considderable portion of the island is literally just Vegapunk's fucking BRAIN) (Like??? IS HE GONNA DIE IF HIS BRAIN GETS DESTROYED???), but it's an option
C) Cross Guild The absolute wild card option? I think it would be funny as hell if those idiots somehow showed up there? But I'm not entirely sure when Buggy started his mutiny (like was the day before or like a few days ago??), depending on when that took place then it could make no sense for CG to arrive on Egghead that soon. Also why would they come to Egghead? Like unless one of the needless of the Log Pose from Emptee Bluffs happened to point to Egghead then. Yeah, how and why would they ever get there. I dunno man, I think it could be the funniest option for who could be on their way to the island. Especially if Crocodad Real. (Also this would give us an opportunity to see Caribou fall into Crocodile's hand and leak the info on the Ancient Weapons to him but I'm still more convinced Caribou's working for BB) But yeah this is the most unlikely option.
D) Dragon and/or the Revs Narratively speaking, this is without a doubt the most logical conclusion. Kuma's backstory was heavily about his ties to the Rev Army, so the gang coming to his aid at his time of need (and when the Government is about to wipe out an entire island after already killing most of its innocent inhabitants (who attempted to flee)), yeah, the Revolutionaries would make sense. Plus it's been kind of set-up already, with both that phone call Vegapunk made to Dragon as well as Dragon speculating with Iva-chan about where Kuma might've gone to. Like, Dragon pursuing Kuma to Egghead would make sense.
Only problem is that Dragon and the Revs are in fucking Paradise on Momoiro Island. They are literally the furtherst away from Egghead from any of our alternatives. So how the fuck could they even get there??? Like unless Dragon (or some other Rev we don't know about) just happens to have an ability that allows the Army to literally fly massive distances at the same speed as Kuma, if not faster... Yeah. There's no way they should be able to get there. To be fair if Dragon is a Wind Logia as many speculate then. I mean even if he couldn't load the army onto a ship and fly them there, he could probably fly to Egghead himself. Maybe. I dunno.
Like Dragon would make the most sense to me. He'd make the most sense narratively, but only if he has a trick he can use for fast travel. Which remains to be seen.
E) Someone else IDK it could be someone else but I can't imagine who else could be on their way. Red Haired Pirates? Kuja Pirates? We know it can't be Law nor Kid at the very least since those two got nuked.
I dunno, I'm curious to see who shows up (hopefully) in the next chapter
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whysamwhy123 · 3 months
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Randomly dropping 1.5k of some OrangeHook schtuff here. This is a sort of precursor/prologue to a different fic that I may or may not write. There's an awkward tonal shift and a real non-ending because I'm a little rusty, but whatevs.
‘’I thought it was supposed to my generation that couldn’t stop staring at our phones.’’
The sound of Hook’s voice makes Orange raise his head from the texts he was reading. The kid’s sat there on the other side of the couch, surrounded by a plate with a sandwich on it, a bag of chips, and a bowl of ice cream (Hook’s idea of a balanced meal. Oh, to be twenty-four again…) He takes a bite of the sandwich while Orange waves his hand dismissively.
‘’Leave me alone, I have a good reason,’’ he says.
His little sister just got engaged, you see. Orange isn’t usually one for showing much emotion; only when the situation calls for it. And this one does - he’s beyond happy for her. Their mom’s taken it upon herself to insist that as many of the family as possible make their way down to his sister’s place at the end of the month to celebrate. She’s currently blowing up his phone with plans and a million questions. Orange isn’t annoyed in the slightest - it’s exciting, actually. He doesn’t get to see his sister that much since she moved to the West Coast, and he’s looking forward to congratulating her in person.
Hook helps himself to a spoonful of ice cream. And he’s not even done with the sandwich yet. ‘’Your sister?’’
‘’My mom,’’ Orange corrects. ‘’It’s gonna be a busy couple of days. A lot of plans. Family bonding time.’’
‘’Sorry I can’t come,’’ Hook says. He’s booked to defend his title on Dynamite that week. He could have asked for time off too, but Orange told him it was fine, he didn’t mind going alone. It really was more of a family thing. ‘’I wish I could.’’
That surprises Orange. He kinda figured Hook was glad he wasn’t getting dragged along to this. ‘’Yeah?’’
Hook nods, in between bites of his sandwich. ‘’Yeah. That way, I could met your parents without having to go to Jersey.’’
Orange cracks up a little, shakes his head. Truth be told, he’s getting a little tired of the New Jersey jokes. But he can’t bring himself to refute them either. The eternal struggle.
The thought stays in his mind - Hook wishes he could go. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised by that? Things have gotten pretty serious between the two of them. But at the same time, Hook’s dropped a lot of hints that this whole ‘serious relationship’ thing is kinda new to him. Orange understands, but he can’t relate - he’s been a serial monogamist since sophomore year of college. Orange didn’t expect him to actively want to meet his parents. But it's a good sign, right?
‘’What’re you smiling about?’’
Orange didn’t realise it, but yeah, he has a little smirk frozen on his face. He can’t help it.
‘’Nothing,’’ he answers. ‘’It’s just…nice. That you wanna meet my parents.’’
Hook’s hand disappears into the bag of chips. For some reason, Orange really wants to insist he finish the sandwich first. ‘’’Course I wanna meet your folks,’’ Hook says. ‘’You met mine already - it’s only fair. Besides, I bet I’ll be great at impressing ‘em. Moms love me.’’
Hook makes direct eye contact with him for that last part. Orange gives him a decidedly unimpressed look and says nothing.
‘’Did you hear that? What I just said?’’ Hook says, the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen spreading across his face. ‘’I said moms love me. And I mean, they love me.’’
Orange narrows his eyes at him. ‘’Can’t imagine why.’’
Hook leans back against the couch, still the picture of smugness. ‘’It’s ‘cause I make them feel like they’re twenty-two again.’’
Orange rubs at his brow. ‘’Weird. You make me feel ancient.’’
‘’That’s only because you are,’’ Hook answers casually, before devouring another chip.
Just like with the jokes about his home state, Orange is used to this kind of thing by now. But he usually likes to give back as good as he gets. He wracks his brain for some way to turn this around on Hook. He scrolls back up through his mom’s texts and hits paydirt.
‘’I think my mom would like to meet you too,’’ he says.
Hook smirks. ‘’Yeah, I bet she -’’
Orange interrupts. ‘’Now that my sister’s getting married, she keeps telling me I need to catch up.’’
Hook’s bag of chips hits the floor and spills out what’s left of its contents. Hook’s smirk is gone. He’s frozen, face going pale as he’s gripped by the horrifying concept that is ‘commitment’.
Orange is the one smiling now. ‘’She keeps hassling me about it. About her eldest being the only one not engaged or married. No kids either.’’
The mention of kids causing Hook’s hand to shoot out and grip the arm rest. All his various food items remain untouched as he stares off to the side, consumed by pure terror.
Orange decides to twist the knife a little more. ‘’I don’t know what to tell her. But I’m sure you could give her a good answer, right?’’
Hook is staring off into space, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. Orange feels smugly satisfied…for all but a few seconds. Then he starts to notice.
Hook isn’t just caught off-guard here. And his reaction here isn’t as exaggerated as Orange first thought. Hook seems to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. His brow is furrowed, but it’s not out of anger. He looks…sad. Genuinely upset. But not with Orange. With himself.
Orange is starting to realise that maybe he’s taken this a little too far. Further than the usual playful banter.
‘’I…I…’’ Hook stammers. His voice sounds so uncertain and he can’t even look at Orange. ‘’I’m sorry…’’
Ah, hell. Orange regrets everything. This is why he keeps his mouth shut as much as possible.
He needs to reassure Hook. ‘’No, no, I didn’t mean - I was just kidding.’’
Hook manages to look up at him, but his expression is still tentative. ‘’So…your mom isn’t really saying…stuff like that?’’
Orange bulks. He’s never been good at lying, especially not when it comes to Hook. He feels he has no choice but to tell the truth, even though it’s not gonna make this any easier. ‘’Uh. Well. No, she is. But…whatever. That’s just…parent stuff, you know? Like, when we had dinner with your folks and they kept - ‘’
‘’I remember,’’ Hook interjects, making it very clear that he doesn’t want to be reminded.
Dinner at the Taz household went well, as far as Orange was concerned. He was more nervous than he’d been in his entire life, but it all worked out and Orange had a nice evening there with them. But it was awkward at times, in the way that meeting a partner’s parents always is. The highlights were all the times where Taz and Hook’s mom kept finding ways to oh-so-casually mention how they didn’t have any grandchildren yet. And when Orange complimented the meal, Hook’s mom told him it was a family recipe so she’d only be able to share it with him after he and Hook were married.
None of that bothered Orange all that much - he’d been there before with other meeting-the-parents scenarios. But Hook was mortified. Orange tried to laugh it all off during the car ride home but Hook was deathly silent for the rest of the evening. The only time he spoke up about it was the next morning when he tersely apologised to Orange for it and told him they ‘didn’t mean all that’. Orange sensed this was a touchy subject and didn’t say anything else about it.
Now, Orange feels like the biggest dumbass alive. He should have known Hook wouldn’t find this funny. The kid’s upset and it’s all his fault.
He realises he needs to stop mentally chastising himself and do some damage control. ‘’I, uh. I really wasn’t…hinting or anything back there.’’
Hook slowly nods. He still looks incredibly uncomfortable.
Because he apparently hasn’t learned his lesson, Orange keeps talking. ‘’We don’t have to talk about that kind of stuff yet. If you don’t want to. I mean, we don’t even live together so…’’ Orange notices Hook’s eyes widen. He’s doing a bad job of this. ‘’Which is - fine! That’s…okay! We don’t need to -’’ He stops and takes a breath; collects his thoughts before he makes this even worse. ‘’You don’t need to think about that stuff. It’s…the future, you know? It’s…whatever. We can focus on the now. I’m really happy, with everything, and we don’t need to -‘’
‘’Can we talk about something else?’’ Hook asks. There’s a kind of desperation to it, almost like a plea.
Orange has a weird feeling in his gut that he can’t quite place. Guilt, maybe? Regret? Anxiety?
Orange forces himself to nod and keep his expression neutral. ‘’Yeah. Sure. Whatever’’
A heavy silence lays thick over the two of them. Hook’s food remains untouched.
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petitmimosa · 8 months
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SO.
Let’s start with what I didn’t enjoy so I can gush about the rest. 
The leading up to them kissing was too fast paced for me. I understand the struggle of having to make their written conversations into actual scenes and how long it would be to have it follow the natural pace I’d imagined but it lasts about 20 minutes and it’s too quick. The fact that they didn’t include the Christmas phone call, even if rearranged to fit the movie plot, was truly a negative for me. It has Alex be that much vulnerable which would have been the perfect door to the NYE buildup. Maybe it had all the funny banter and not the vulnerable/deep details I needed? I can’t fault them too much for that because the format is to judge here. I know amazon only agreed to a movie but UGH a mini series would have been so good. Hulu why on earth did you not jump at the chance?
I don’t miss June so much it turns out, but I missed Luna. I didn’t care much for Miguel even if they tied his character to the plot nicely.
I’m tired of seeing that damn rue de l’abreuvoir in every movie/show that shows Paris. And those tablecloths? Don’t mind me, it’s my parisian ass being a snob. 
Henry’s fashion style OH MY GOD. And it’s not even a cliché because we’ve all seen the royals for years, looking like high strung puppets with ancient jumpers as they’re called.
The King and Philip scene was too quick as well. The whole I'm gonna take this to Parliament in the book was so strong it spoiled any other ending for me.
That’s about it I think. 
First and foremost, and I don’t see how anyone can disagree: the chemistry is ON POINT. It flows seamlessly yet is palpable the whole time. I love how Nick and Taylor played Henry and Alex as people. As men yes, but I have the feeling they’d have played them the same had it been a het love story. And I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoy that. You know when an actor is thinking “it’s another man opposite me”. You see it plain as day. Not here. They cared a lot about these characters and this story and it shows and it is beautiful. They have crazy sexy chemistry as well which doesn't hurt. I was either grinning like an idiot or trying not to advert my eyes from the screen because there were moments I felt like I shouldn't be watching. They saw the no chemistry allegations and said not today satan, not today.
They casted Henry and Alex so right. Nick has such a vulnerable and open acting, the doubts, the pain, the heartbreak just jump at you and bring you down with him. The NYE countdown part? Where he sees Alex kissing two women and it's not jealousy over them but over the fact that Alex has a freedom he'll never have? Love.
And Taylor... Taylor is the perfect Alex. The bright, exhuberant, confident man who’ll stop at nothing for those he loves. Perfect cast, which you need when the whole movie revolves about two human beings falling in love and fighting for it.
Nora! That’s why I didn’t miss June so much, I guess. Nora and the place they gave her do it all. And with the movie being 2h, you can’t have a billion characters jumping in and out of the story, she’d have been like Bea and she deserves better, more. So I’m glad they decided to cut her off instead of having be a poor adaptation.
While I didn't enjoy the rhythm and lack of depth, the way they brought their messages to life is genius.
Oh and that might get me in trouble but I’m so glad they didn’t keep Your song for the museum scene. 
Uma Thurman's talking about bottoming was never on my bingo card but it was hilarious.
And last but not least: ZAHRA IS A GODDESS. “Touch me and die.” That’s it.
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fvck-the-patriarchy · 7 months
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Murdoch Mysteries characters on Incorrect Quotes generator vol. 2
*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*
George: I will not let you down.
Murdoch: Sounds fun.
Henry: K.
Brax: No, I'm fucking not.
Watts: Do I have to be?
Julia: Please god, I am so tired.
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Brax: When I first met you, I did not like you.
Watts: I'm aware of that.
Brax: But then you and I had some time together.
Watts: Uh-huh?
Brax: It did not get better.
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Meyers: I can't imagine what Pendrick is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.
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Watts: Whoa, Henry, what’s up with that angry face?
Henry: George won’t stop talking about how “Ancient Egyptians were furries”.
George: But they were! Just looks at all their gods-
Henry: Oh my god, SHUT UP!
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*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*
Meyers: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?
George: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.
Brax: What about Murdoch? Nobody ever suspects Murdoch!
Murdoch: Well what about Pendrick? He has a gun!
Pendrick: Meyers has a knife.
Meyers: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Brax in the arm*
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Watts: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.
Watts: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.
George: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.
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Rupert, confused and exasperated: Henry, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?
Henry: Politely.
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Brax: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.
Brax: Anyways, you said Bobby is enjoying finger painting! That's great.
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Rupert: We’re going to a candy store?!
Effie: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed.
Ruth: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?!
Effie, sighing: No-
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Rupert: Lucinda's gonna kill me.
Henry: No, she'll probably make me do it.
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isadora-greenhall · 8 months
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Hii! 😺🍫 for Glenn or Henry :D hope you have a nice rest, Isadora
hello countless! thanks for the ask 🥰
headcanon asks
Glenn
😺 An animal related headcanon
Nick Jr is not the first rat in Glenn Close's life! When he was a teenager, and spending months on end without seeing his dad, he found a small next of rats in the back of his closet and decided to look after them until the babies were grown. He emptied an old shoebox and put some warm winter scarfs in it to keep them cozy, came up with names for them all, and imagined them as a family on the run from the government who was trying to persecute them and he was the kind soul who sheltered them on their journey. He had a whole elaborate backstory for them. He'd strum his guitar for them when they were sleepy and accidentally conditioned them to fall asleep on him when he starts playing 😭❤️ when they got too big (and when he found out bill was on his way home) he took them to the local golf course to release them on the next leg of their journey. He saluted them as they left. He cried. A lot.
🍫 A headcanon about food
99% of meals glenn has ever eaten have been fast food. He's an horrendous cook. However, the one thing he can cook at home is rice, in the ancient rice cooker he inherited from Christine. She always told him to have rice in the house, and it's the one lesson of hers he actually internalised. When days when he can't be arsed reaching for his phone to order uber eats he'll just eat a plain bowl of rice and think of his mum ❤️😌
Henry
😺 An animal related headcanon
i can't get over the moment after the for knights tournament when the prize giving dog refuses to get pats and henry scoffs and says "that's dogs for ya" with sooo much disdain ahaha. so! i think henry isn't really a dog person (he's a WOLF person ;P). they only got laserwolf fartblaster because the boys wanted a dog, so he had to put up with it. i think that this stems from his youth in the forgotten realms, as all things do for henry. Horsy Sy'Oak had a minion called Pup Py'Oak who was one of those yes men kinda people; they were too chicken to pick on beay ry'oak's kid on their own, but they were more than happy to stand behind horse sy' and go "yeeeaaahhh" and "ooooohhh" every time horse sy' insulted henry.
🍫 A headcanon about food
i have a couple, but i'm gonna put the second under a readmore because it involves eating disorders; i won't go into detail but i know that can be triggering for some people so heads up ❤️
first, i did research a couple of months ago about ecuadorian vegan food and apparently there's not a whole lot. so when the oak-garcias visit their family in ecuador they rarely go out to eat, they make a lot of homecooked food so they know what's in it. mercedes brings a new vegan recipe to ecuador every time she visits, and her favourite cousin has a cookbook full of them so she can practice them between visits to feed mercedes and her family 🥰❤️
henry often had food restricted for him in oakvale as a punishment from barry, so he has a pretty unhealthy relationship with food that he has worked extremely hard on with love and support from mercedes ❤️ his beautiful boys have full access to food 24/7, and once at a party someone made a comment to lark when he reached for another cookie about how many he's already had and henry went absolutely apeshit on them.
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Blogs I reblogged the most:
@princecharmingwinks
@mrkgrl
@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo
@sourmiguel
My Longest Tag: 133 characters
#no lie if you rewatch when scott's talking about his tattoo derek stares at stiles during that whole speech for like 17 whole seconds
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Ancient forest creature: One of your foolish ilk has wandered into our possession.
Derek: *sigh* Of course they have. Which one?
Ancient forest creature: The one that is both incredibly wise yet somehow also immensely dense.
Derek: Surprisingly, that doesn't really narrow it down.
Ancient forest creature: The one that bites indescriminately.
Derek: You're going to have to be way more specific.
Ancient forest creature: The nocturnal goblin created from petty vengeance and indignation on the one day God's back was turned.
Derek: Oh, you mean Stiles.
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Scott: Please tell me you guys found the witch.
"Stiles": *scowling* You could say that.
"Derek": Oh, Scott! Dude! You're never gonna guess what happ-! *trips down an entire flight of stairs*
Scott:
Scott: No, I feel pretty caught up.
2,076 notes - Posted October 25, 2022
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[Stiles and Derek grocery shopping together]
Stiles: Hey, do I like onions?
Derek: Yes.
Stiles: Ok.
Stiles: Wait, which is the one I don't like, again?
Derek: Garlic.
Stiles: Oh yeah!
Stiles: Hate it.
[Later]
Derek: *tries a free sample* Hm. Not bad.
Stiles: *goes in for the same sample*
Derek: You're not going to like it.
Stiles: Why?
Derek: It's got beets in it.
Stiles: *puts sample back* Ooo, good call.
[Even Later]
Stiles: Oh! On our way back, there was this dog that looked exactly like that guy from that movie we saw, like, five years ago.
Scott: What? What guy?
Stiles: You know! From that movie! C'mon, we saw it together! You were there! How do you not remember?
Scott: We've watched tons of movies together! You have to be more specific!
Stiles: Hey, Derek! Who did that dog remind me of today?
Derek, not looking up from his book: Henry Winkler, from Little Nicky, after he got stung by bees.
Stiles: That's the one!
Scott:
Scott:...How the hell-?
2,124 notes - Posted February 9, 2022
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The new trailer certainly creates a window to make a plausible explanation for why Stiles isn't there.
I can imagine Scott yelling to bring together the WHOLE pack, because "We're gonna need everyone for this!"
Lydia, being the logically more objective one, chimes in that he's the only one who's seen inside of that thing. If they have any chance of defeating the Nogitsune again, they have to call Stiles.
The sheriff is quiet, but his hand is shaking at his side. The idea of that thing being anywhere near his son makes him sick and cold on the inside. Sheriff Stilinski was there for the night terrors, the fall out, he watched his boy lose his grasp on reality, carried him over to his bed after Stiles fell asleep at his desk after trying to stay awake for days. As much as it feels like he's already zipping his son into a bodybag, he knows they're right. They're right and he's outnumbered here.
Derek watches as the sheriff pulls out his private civilian phone with loose, trembling fingers. Right as he hesitantly starts to dial the number, Derek reaches out and snatches the phone.
"You can't call him."
Surprised, Sheriff Stilinski turns to him and asks "Why not?"
Looking the man dead in the eye, Derek simply says, "Because your phone is broken," and snaps the phone in half.
The whole room is shocked silent.
A moment passes before a teary, absolutely grateful smile spreads across the sheriff's face. "Yeah. I guess it is." And just like that, he leaves, because, well, it can't be helped.
An hour later, and the pack are watching back and forth, like a tennis match, as Scott and Derek continue to argue.
"You're being selfish!"
"I don't care. This town has taken enough from him already. I'm not going to watch as that thing taps him dry." While everyone had been busy grieving Allison, Derek had watched as Stiles forced himself to 'suck it up' and get better, jamming misaligned pieces together and duct taping over the jagged edges, because the pack needed him. He'd been running on empty for so long, looking out for the pack, there was never any room for him to absorb his own trauma before being thrown into some new bullshit. It's time someone finally looked out for Stiles.
As Lydia goes to pull out her own phone, a sweet, still mostly confused, but endearingly well-meaning, Eli immediately swipes Lydia's phone from her hands and smashes it on the ground before looking over at his father for approval, his head cocked to the side with an expression that reads 'Yes? Eli do good?'
Eli's face lights up at Derek's proud smile. If the kid had had a tail, it would have been wagging.
Derek turns back to Scott, undeterred. "Besides, don't you remember how powerful the Nogitsune was when it had Stiles? How do you know that isn't its plan? To lure Stiles to Beacon Hills. You'd be giving it what it wants by bringing him back here."
Scott grits his teeth and clenches his fists, but he concedes.
"Fine." Scott says, "But we should at least tell him about this."
"No! You know how he is. He'll want to get involved. That self-sacrificing asshole will find some way to get himself killed. And facing Allison again after-...You can't. We don't know why she's here or if she's another Nogitsune trick. I'm not putting him in a situation where he might have to kill her."
Stiles could be mad at him later. Derek would gladly take the brunt of that blame. At least there would be a Stiles alive to yell at him, so it didn't matter. As long as he had something to say about it, Derek was never letting Stiles step foot back in this hellhole.
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I feel like my favorite Sterek trope is "Yeah, but I didn't think you would ACTUALLY do it!"
Where Stiles actually does what Derek tells him to do and Derek absolutely hates it. It's a surprisingly versatile trope.
1. Imagine the pack is infiltrated by a shapeshifter. Not only can it look like anyone, it can copy their scent, too. At some point, Derek tells Stiles, "It's too dangerous. Stay in the car." And Stiles just fucking does. Immediately, Derek is dragging him out by the neck, demanding to know where the real Stiles is because "Stiles would never 'stay in the car'. Especially if it was dangerous."
2. Or imagine Stiles is just not having a very good day and during a typical argument at a pack meeting Derek says "If you don't like it, you can just leave." Stiles thinks to himself I don't have to put up with this and walks out the door, leaving a stunned Derek behind.
Later Derek shows up in Stiles' room asking, "Why did you leave?"
"Um, because you fucking told me to?"
"Yeah, but I didn't really want you to go."
"Wha-? Then why the hell did you tell me to leave?!"
"Because you never do what I tell you to! I didn't think you'd actually leave! I thought you'd fight me on it like you fight me on everything!"
"So, you really want me at pack meetings?"
"Of course, I want you there."
"Are you sure? I'm just going to disagree with everything you say."
"I know," Derek says quietly, "That's why I want you there."
3. OR! Imagine that after dealing with the Nogitsune, Stiles stops talking. Not completely, he'll answer questions or relay information about cases, but he doesn't ramble. He doesn't yammer or rant. He doesn't get passionate anymore.
And it absolutely destroys Derek inside, because, as annoying as he could be sometimes, when Stiles talked, he was animated. He was excited and full of life.
It reminds him of the dead quiet after the fire. A whole house of bustling people, suddenly hushed. It's a silence so loud it makes his ears ache. It honestly hurts.
Derek sneaks into Stiles' room one night to confront him about it when it gets to be too much.
"Talk."
"What?"
"Talk. I need you to talk to me."
"About...what?"
"Anything. It doesn't matter. Tell me about your day. Tell me about what you ate this morning. I don't care, just talk."
"Why?"
"You've been too quiet, lately. It's driving me crazy."
Stiles huffs. "You're the one that's always telling me to shut up. I would've thought that you'd be overjoyed."
Derek scowls hard, shaking his head. "It's too quiet. I can't stand it. I just...tell me something I don't know...Please."
Stiles bites at his lip, hesitant and unsure, before opening his mouth. "Um...I...I was thinking of getting new shoes lately?"
Derek nods, trying for encouraging. A tenseness in the muscles of his chest slowly begins to loosen. "Tell me about that."
"Uh...okay."
They sit there across from each other. Derek continuing to ask questions about Stiles' life. About what movies he's seen, what books he's read, what college he's looking into.
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marvelhellscape · 2 years
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Hear me out- Steven and Marc arguing over weather they drink coffee or tea in the morning- and they come up with some sort of solution but it could be a conical one- I wanna see what you make up
I can't imagine a whole fic for this, but I will give you a ficlet for this adorable idea! Pardon any typos or whatever I wrote this on my phone.
Steven sits beneath the coffee shop awning, watching rain fall down in buckets. Beautiful London, pouring down and murky as it often is.
"I'm so sick of this weather," Marc grumbles drawing Steven's attention to the reflection on the napkin container.
"I think its pretty," Steven disagrees, sipping another mouthful of the creamy, warm coffee Marc had chosen.
Marc huff like a child. He crosses his arms and dramatically shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again, "Its just cold and I can't stand the constant drumming, it's too–"
Marc cuts himself off, but the thought bleeds into Steven's mind. He hears the loud, mechanical ptt-pt-ptt of semiautomatic firing. He hears the shells chime as they fall to the floor and it runs his blood cold. Steven swallows the ball in his throat and nods, sympathetically.
"I say," Marc forces himself out of the memories, "I think we could fight the clouds, or like, beat 'em away."
Steven scoffs.
"No, Steven, I'm serious! I'm sure we can like, fly up there and move the cloud out of the sky," Marc argues.
After another drink, Steven speaks, "are you daft? Clouds are vapors, we can't just beat up water."
Marc grumbles. He sulks inside their shared headspace and Steven can feel his genuine disappointment.
Steven sighs in defeat, "well, I suppose we could... fly somewhere sunny?"
Marc perks up.
"You are gonna do it though–" Steven pauses to down the grainy end of their coffee, scowling at the texture, then he continues, "you fly us somewhere nicer until the rain passes, go on."
Steven stands up from their table and straightens his jacket. Marc waits for Steven to steady himself before stepping into the body with a jolt.
"Alright, sunshine here I come," Marc smiles and holds out a hand to summon the suit.
Dingy strips of off-white fabric take form around Marc's appendages, covering him in Khonshu's healing armor.
The God reluctantly appears and says in a disapproving tone, "I am not your personal taxi service."
Marc waves his gauntlet infront of Khonshu's boney beak, shushing him. Steven snorts inside the reflection, amused by the silencing of something so powerful and ancient.
"I'm getting me some sunshine, sorry big bird," Marc quips, crouching slightly before launching himself into the rain and over the clouds with one solid jump.
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gloomybirdie · 10 months
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Hi, hope you're well.
Uh, so I'm at chapter 40 of trk. I don't know if I'm gonna finish it. The vibes aren't giving what they used to, unfortunately :( BUT it is nice to have more backstory on other characters and I did very much like the beginning of trk. Something about the foxway women and henry and gansey vibing.
But away from that, idk but I had this idea for a post-canon au where: blue gets the money to travel for a few years before settling in another state and she works in a cool flower/plant shop and majors in botany/dendrology or smth like that. once a year she gets to go on a roadtrip (because blue should have a car as a treat because plane tickets and vacationing is expensive as hell) to a particular place in the country with noah (if they're following the leyline), or with the other boys or just by herself. she always goes back home for the holidays/or weekends because blue can't be without her family for too long. I also think it would be hilarious if, through some shenanigans, she started up her own tea business on the side, some iroh type stuff.
adam attends a university near blue (not harvard because we need to stop romanticising that place) and is studying to be an environmental engineer/environmental lawyer (either works). he owns so many plants, his roommate is like: how do you live like this? adam sends ronan letters all the time and he and gansey talk on the phone after a long day (which is a challenge since they live in different time zones now— I imagine that gansey and henry live in the west coast/bay area while adam and blue are in boston or smth) and he and blue drink apple tea in the flower shop and talk abt classes.
gansey and henry go to the same university (UC Berkeley or smth like that) and are roommates. gansey has a European history/ancient studies and civilization major (because why would he take sociology or anthropology or whatever when we all know what he truly loves?) and he raves and talks abt everything he discovers or learns in his classes so much, like henry is just trying to sleep ganseyboy. I think gansey would still try to uncover ancient magical mysteries, because he's gansey ofc, but in like spring/winter/summer break. gansey calls blue and adam all the time, but it's so inconvenient that they live in a different timezone when it's just 1 am on his side. gansey communicates with ronan in the weirdest way (one time he sent a messenger hawk and ronan was like ??? but also: rad!)
idk what henry would study, idk his character enough to get it right. I think he might major in international/global studies. Idk he seems like that type of guy. he somehow finds the time to be in so many clubs and so many people know him. he adds blue to a gc he has with all the Vancouver kids to annoy her and/or make her laugh. all in all, living his best life as a california girl.
ronan would stay at the barns ofc. dreaming new animals, taking care of the already existing ones, waking his dad's dreams, looking after opel, etc. living his best farmboy life™. matthew and declan come down every sunday for church and stay at the barns until they leave on monday for dc, but his brothers also stay on the holidays. I don't imagine that ronan would send a lot of letters to the others (since he's never been good with words), but I imagine that he dreams up some sort of two-way mirror thing to communicate with the others. when any of them are down to visit, they stay at the barns (except blue who stays at foxway mostly and henry who stays at lichfield house mostly). I think ronan would definitely give blue a cool haircut, maybe shave the sides or he gives her the bald look (bald besties for life).
idk, this is just what's been cooking through my head since I started up trk (also because blue and gansey studying sociology makes no sense). Sorry for my brainrot (it's almost incurable)
oh my GOD the raven king. yeah it definitely feels Off compared to the rest of the series and I think this post gets into WHY that is. Major spoilers though !! so it's your call whether to read it now or if you can make it through the book lol
LOVE ur au omg <3 yeah to me gansey and ronan are Henrietta Boys with their farm and abandoned factory while it comes down to adam and blue who are traveling/coming back to their loves and family etc etc. If we were to further my self indulgent brainrot this would be blue's witch era and adams self-acceptance to let himself go through college because he WANTS to doesn't NEED to, while embracing his psychic part more maybe go gravity falls dipper pines about it or smth. I fucking LOVE the career/study choices you got for all of them omg omg <3
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