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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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Stupid, silly Namor or Attuma fic ideas. Don’t think too hard about these they’re just funny little ideas. Pls tag me if you write or get inspired by any of these. Like always, there are no rules:

1. The reader is labeled as the village idiot because she likes to sing with her head underwater to "sing to the mermaids". The village ridicules her for it. One day, she is swept out in a riptide, and no one is willing to come to her aid—no one from the village, that is.

2. Reader is full of bad puns and dad jokes, much to the chagrin of Namor/Attuma. "Why are seagulls called seagulls?"

“Stop now.”

“Because if they flew over bays, they'd be bagels! Oh hey, What did one wave say to the other?"

“I swear, if you make one more ocean related pun, I will murder you on this island and tell everyone you died in a shipwreck."

"...well, someone's salty."

3. You put a message in a bottle and set it out to sea in the hopes it’ll reach Namor/Attuma so you can be pen pals. “Oh my god I love you but you’re so stupid.” They say because you have no idea that’s not how mail works.

4. You’re in love with Namor/Attuma, but you’re also obsessed with monsters and cryptids so you keep asking them questions like “Is the Kraken real?? What about 6 headed hydras? Have you seen Nessie?? Are they friendly? Darling tell meeeeeee”

5. Reader does that stupid prank thing where she pretends to do a magic trick with an egg and a bottle of water. She’s like “Ok now look inside” and squeezes the bottle, spraying water in Attuma/Namor’s face and runs away cackling.

6. You introduce Namor/Attuma to a wonderful human invention - Water beds. They are less than amused. Reader, consider your sexy time privileges revoked😑

7. Attuma/Namor trying to teach reader combat and how to fight like a Talokanil but reader keeps making it sexy and Namor/Attuma is like “Ok maybe we should stop. You’re not even listening to me or learning anything properly!” And reader is like “Oh I’m learning all the right techniques perfectly. 😏😘”

8. Those videos from EVNautilus of the people in a submarine coming across a dumbo octopus and a googly eyed stubby squid but instead it’s scientist reader being shown Talokan by Attuma or Namor and fawning over the sea creatures because they’re just little guys. Sweet underwater babies. And reader being like “it’s just a baby can I adopt it pls” 🥺 and Namor or Attuma being like “pay attention. Remember why we’re here.”

9. “Your child brings home a raccoon, mistaking it for a cat and begs to keep it” trope but instead it’s Namor/Attuma and their child has brought home an anglerfish or some other hideous abomination of the sea. It’s surprisingly docile and follows the child around like a pet anyway so can we keep it??? Please father 🥺

10. Namor and Jeff the Land Shark crossover. That’s it. That’s the post. Reader wants to adopt Jeff as their child. He’s just a baby 🥺

11. Peter Pan “They were just having a bit of fun, weren’t you, girls?”

“We were only trying to drown her” Mermaid Lagoon AU

12. “General, I’ve brought the cartographer into the war meeting today. I believe you owe her an apology for ruining all her maps when you stab them to dramatically mark a location.” (What if the “cartographer” is actually Attuma’s small daughter or sister drawing doodles of maps and playing pretend/mirroring what her dad or brother does because she wants to help and it’s all in jest hehe)

13. 2 days ago you went to an animal shelter and adopted the most adorable cat. What you don’t know is, he’s the reincarnation of an Aztec god. Your food offerings are unacceptable and that ugly small box that feels like it’s made from scratchy carpet will not do. No. He’ll be sleeping in your bed with you. Don’t try to lock him out; he’ll just scream and sing the songs of his people until you let him back in. (Or maybe through a magic mishap Namor has been accidentally transformed into a cat. Yeah Namor as a cat AU. I told you these ideas were silly.)

14. “Would you still love me if I was a worm” meme With Namor or Attuma but instead it’s “Would you still love me if I was a sea cucumber” or something ocean related

15. Namor or Attuma are taking their daughter trick or treating this year and ask what she wants to be for Halloween. A superhero, a mermaid, a princess? No. She wants to be a horseshoe crab. Possible Modern AU.

16. Reader goes to the beach often and befriends the seagulls/pelicans. So they start to bring her gifts like shells, rocks, etc. Except one day they bring you a golden bracelet, beaded necklace, or jade earrings (your choice of which). It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. A few days later, Namor shows up at the beach, looking very annoyed as he asks for his necklace/bracelet/or earrings back.

17. You and Namor or Attuma meet on the beach in your special spot. You don’t get to be with him often considering he’s kept away by his responsibilities and loyalty to Talokan, and you’re human. It’s usually your only chance to have time where you can just quietly love each other. Except a stupid fucking seagull or pelican has been following you to both the beach and your home; squawking incessantly, wreaking havoc and basically cockblocking you. Untitled Goose Game AU but it’s a seagull/pelican.

#namor x reader #attuma x reader #namor imagine #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor fic #don’t examine these too closely #Dumb thoughts and ideas for silly time #sort of crack!fic ideas if you will #fic ideas

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grizzlyofthesea · 1 year

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Fun with a New Pen

I got a ten-color pen over the weekend, and I've loved using it so far. I wanted to show it off a bit, and I had an idea today.

I've been obsessing over mothy's Seven Deadly Sins series of Vocaloid songs, so I decided to draw all the sinners today.

Duke Cherubim "Sateriasis" Venomania

I want his outfit. Give me his outfit. Let me be fancy like him.

His song is catchy as all heck and is one of my favorites of the whole series (especially ryusouta's cover, holy crap it's good). Weird for a repulsed aroace, I know, but it is what it is.

Super sad backstory that I can relate to in some ways. I wasn't locked in a basement for all my childhood or anything, but I was teased for my appearance quite a bit, even by some of my loved ones.

He can fly???

Banica Conchita

Gorgeous design

Has awesome powers

Ate herself just to save her child and became the new demon of gluttony in the process. That's metal as all heck.

Her song has an awesome instrumental, and the lyrics are nice and subtly horrifying.

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche

Needed her own page because of how stupid frilly her dress is

Seriously, we get it. You're royalty. But make yourself easier to draw.

Least favorite song in the series, but I don't hate it. I love ryusouta's cover of the Velvet Mix, though.

Another super sad story, especially with Servant of Evil for extra context. Who could've guessed? Poor Kagamines can't catch a break.

Margarita Blankenheim

I used to hate her song for some reason, but I love it now. Both the melody and the instrumental are gorgeous.

Didn't deserve such a crappy husband

She has a special gift for you.

Actually a doll possessed by Eve Moonlit for some reason? What even is this series??? (Even though I love it dearly)

Kayo Sudou

Scariest song in my opinion. It may go on a bit longer than I'd like, but the way the story builds is terrifying.

Color-changing scissors that totally aren't stained with blood

Was kind of doomed from the start since her mom was the demon of envy. I'll give her credit for trying, though.

Very talented tailor, for what it's worth

Gallerian Marlon

👌

Another song with an awesome instrumental. The key changes make me feel extra evil when I listen to it. And the gavels. Oh my gosh, the gavels.

Poor dude went crazy over a spoon.

We all know he's Nemesis' dad, but they're also half-siblings? And neither of them had any idea?? What the actual heck, Ma--???

Nemesis Sudou

Also has one of my favorite songs (no, I'm totally not biased toward the Internet Co. Vocaloids, what are you talking about--). It's super dramatic and bold, and the key change at the end really gives it--and the whole series--a sense of finality.

Didn't even want a contract with the demon of wrath, but hey, she got a cool pet octopus out of it.

Her backstory hits me right in the feels. Seriously, being ordered by your estranged father to kill your lover--and not even having any idea that he's your father until after the fact? Ouch.

Becoming a dictator may have been a bit much, though

And the moral of the story is: listen to ryusouta's covers of these songs. (No, but seriously, they're awesome.) And the Evillious Chronicles is a crazy series, but the Vocaloid fandom wouldn't be the same without it.

#vocaloid #evillious chronicles #evillious fanart #duke venomania #banica conchita #riliane lucifen d'autriche #margarita blankenheim #kayo sudou #gallerian marlon #nemesis sudou #vocaloid seven deadly sins #evillious seven deadly sins #evillious deadly sins #seven deadly sins

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tennessoui · 1 year

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Tag Game to Better Know You

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Tagged by @lilredghost, thank you :D

What book are you currently reading? oof honestly, i'm not reading anything right now :( i'm very busy with silly lil fanfic writing instead which is probably the definition of brainrot, but it is time consuming

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i've...only seen one movie in theaters since COVID-19, and that was actually last month when i went to go see the second black panther. it was good but like. really long. 2 hours and 45 minutes is too long for any movie i said what i said

What do you usually wear? hm i have one pair of jeans i love and wear a lot! and one pair of office pants i also like. and then a lot of shirts. and some cute dresses, but that's more of a summer thing

How tall are you? 5’6”? 5'7"? I haven't been to the doctor since 2016 and I have not measured myself independently.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Aquarius :> and my birthday is Mozart's birthday! that's the only one I know! I can't even play piano :D

Do you go by your name or a nickname? Kit is my nickname! but i do go by it in real life, though most people think i say Kim and i usually do not correct them

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? i don't think im done growing up (maybe if i went to the doctor, they would tell me differently idk)

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? That one tumblr post: "not in a relationship, not aromantic, but a secret third thing. unwanted ;) "

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? im pretty good at writing but im pretty bad at using commas correctly

Dogs or cats? dogs :>

If you draw/write or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/line/etc from something you created this year? i do write!! but actually one of my favorite things i've made this year is a painting i did for a friend as a goodbye present. a little 5x7 canvas of a sunrise over some cherry blossoms

(and also i can't think of a quote i've written this year and i'm too lazy to find one)

What’s something you would like to create content for? me, one day lol

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? ack, gotta say star wars. but also gotta say cooked octopus. it's the moment. oh and toast and trader joe's tomato and red pepper soup.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? umm i had a really nice vacation planned with friends i haven't seen for ages, but i had to leave early cause there was a family emergency thing which sorta sucked (for my family mostly)

What’s a hidden talent of yours? oh im really good at cutting a circular object into perfect eighths. or fourths! a weird superpower

Are you religious? my dad told me once that there's got to be something out there that makes the leaves so green in the spring and he calls it Big Ernie. he's a hippie but he might be onto something

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? a new keyboard im this close to snapping at all the times i hit a key once and suddenly have 5 extra letters. >:(

ack i feel like i've seen these around but also i can't remember if i have, so feel free to ignore this tag: @ellie-you-idiot @kdm103020 @demondean-writes @sweet-cynic @kittonafoxgirl @bi-wan @obiwan @mysticmjolnir

#tag games #feel free to a) ignore #b) tag yourself #there were a couple of blogs i wanted to tag that wouldn't come up when i typed them in #im blaming it on the keyboard and alsso tumblr #kit to kit

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kursed-curtain · 1 year

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Sealing the Deal

A @threeadventurers AU Fic

(Sea Adventurers, feat. Sea Monster!Guybrush, Zora!Link, and Selkie!Graham)

Chapter 1

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The refreshing sea breeze along the coastal marketplace brought the nautical trio some well-needed comfort. Guybrush lingered behind to smell the salty air, while Link and Graham walked with a skip in their step.

"What's the rush?" Guybrush gabbed. "We're not late for anything."

Graham walked backwards, flapping his hands while he talked. "I know, but there's so many stalls and fun smells! Like… ooh!" Graham zoomed over to a stall selling painted seashell art.

Link gestured in Graham's direction. "And that's why we have to keep up," Link huffed, though lighthearted and used to this by now.

After buying a few colorful shells with fun-feeling textures, Graham waved thanks to the seller. He backed up, bumping into what felt like a wall. Graham met eyes, not with bricks, but with a burly, brick-like woman.

"Oh, sorry I didn't notice you there!" Graham chimed. The woman's expression stayed cold and unreadable, simply scanning him without a word. Graham flipped up his pelt's hood and simply maneuvered around her. He rejoined Link and Guybrush. Graham shivered, "Humans are weird, huh?"

"Tell me about it. I've been getting eyed since we got here," Link crossed his arms and squinted at a shopkeeper. "Is it really that rare to see a zora around these parts?"

Guybrush and Graham glanced at each other, then shrugged.

The smell of baked goods caught the trio's attention. Graham clapped his hands, then rushed into the portside cafe.

The three of them exited with their desired treats. Guy plopped down at a cafe table, then slipped off his coat to let the cool winds sink in. Graham giggled at the way Guy had propped himself up – where little blue patches of octopus skin peeked out from Guy's rolled-up sleeves. Link and Graham sat themselves beside Guybrush, with Graham setting down his cloak as well.

"Port cities aren't that bad," Guybrush continued from their last conversation, "I've been to a few and only about two thirds of them wanted to arrest me. One third… or less than one third, is still a pretty good amount, right?"

Link leaned on his hand. "I think being on the wanted list in the first place is a bad sign. Though, I understand what it's like."

Graham looked up from his food, his mouth still full. "I'm concerned for both of you."

"Eh, comes with being a Mighty Pirate™." Guy shrugged, smirking.

The three of them broke into laughter, then continued eating their food.

"I'm not as concerned about this being a port city as I am about this being a fishing hub," Link lowered his voice. "You know, since we have a sea monster, a seal, and a zora in one place? Should we even be staying here for the night?"

"It's not like we don't draw attention in other cities too," Graham chimed in, "On the positive side, Guy and I can pass as human, and I don't think people would openly attack a zora. They haven't so far!"

Link nodded, though still wary. Guybrush slipped out of his chair to go throw their trash.

Link gestured for Graham to follow. "It'll get dark soon. We should find someplace to room together before then."

Graham hopped out of his seat, still hyped about the journey ahead of them, and what was to come. Guybrush joined back in, joking about the pains he went through for a trash can. Graham impulsively let out an excited bark, getting a chuckle out of Link.

The sun started to set, and the cold air was less refreshing and more chilling. Graham went to pull up the edges of his cloak when…

…Where was his pelt?

Graham turned back without question, tuning out the questions from his friends.

When he reached their spot at the cafe, his heart sank.

His pelt was gone.

#fanfic #the three adventurers #sea adventurers au #selkie au #kings quest #graham kq #zora link au #legend of zelda #link legend of zelda #link loz #sea monster au #monkey island #guybrush threepwood

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jaderimehardt · 3 months

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Supplies! \o/

I only ordered a few additional items to help fuel my motivation with pencil drawing, because I already have so many supplies as it is- and they arrived today. One thing in particular was critical, as it was a solvent. It's what's going to give me a "painting" looking effect with my colored pencils on water color paper.

Couple other things were more 'quality of life' things that I've seen my new favorite artists use and I never knew existed. I believe I'm ready to go now! All that's holding me back is time, inspiration (which comes and goes), and skill (that I keep educating myself daily on- but I need practice too).

👆🏻 New stuff I got today.

👆🏻 After I opened the pencils and eraser. You can see how thin the eraser stick is- which is great for getting into smaller areas for finer details. I have thicker eraser sticks and I've used those for years but it could never get into small areas for details and that's something that has always bothered me about it. It's something I always wished it could do.

This matte pencil set really caught my attention as someone who loves the anime Bleach. Even as someone who just loves drawing in the manga style in general. A set of black pencils is a must have, imo 💗. I will be using these a lot. Both of these.

Before I show off more of my junk (lol, I'm not joking, a lot of my supplies are nearing like, 10 years old aside from this new stuff 👆🏻) - you'd be surprised at the shelf life of art supplies.

I want to throw in another art video that I found today that I think would be incredibly helpful for people out there, especially to people who are just starting out or people who are struggling, OR people who are trying to speed up their art poses, OR looking to improve their poses.

It's not mine, it's from the same person I've been linking the past two days now? I think it's safe to say I love his videos 🥰

youtube

Drawing poses for me is 50/50. Sometimes I can breeze through them, and other times it's a total miss (takes me forever to figure out what I'm doing). I don't know if it comes down to... I don't know what pose I want to do? Or if I just don't know how to do the pose that I want to do. It's probably 50/50 on that too, lol 😅

I know I struggle with hands and I have to reference hands a lot. But in any case, I liked this vid a lot, and if I could only recommend one art vid to watch, it'd be this one. Or at least it'd be in the top 5.

Cause you don't want to be like me where someone tells you to buy this thing:

Yep, that's right. I own one. I bought it when I worked at an Arts & Crafts store several years ago. (retail job, oh boy~ 🫠)

And you do the thing because you love to draw. You buy it. But you have zero academic knowledge of art, you simply doodle in your free time. No level of object perspective or education/knowledge in shading/toning/coloring. So when you go to draw this "doll" to paper, it looks completely ~flat~.

That vid will teach you how to avoid that. How to NOT do that. So, I suggest watching that vid. You want your characters to look like they have some life, right? 🤨

(Also yes, my bedroom is an octopus playground. I have 30+ octopus plushies. 🐙💓 Think I've mentioned this before in a very old post, but if I post pictures, you're likely to see an octopus.)

When I found all these amazing videos from these fantastic artists, I went rummaging for all my old art supplies and found a plethora of stuff.

👆🏻 Art books. I have a ton of paint brushes too but I didn't take pictures 🖌️. I actually started using some of them for makeup pre-covid (and then stopped wearing makeup entirely), and then I started using some for mica powder with my resin projects.

I need to clean them and figure out which ones I want to designate where 😅. Paint brushes are honestly very versatile, especially as an artist. They're handy to have around.

I found my miniature hoard of colored pencils. I don't have large sets- just a bunch of small sets. So this should be interesting but I don't see this as a bad thing because I'm technically still a beginner. If this does become a hobby I love and dive deep into- sink into, get consumed in... I'll upgrade my "tools", i.e. my pencil sets. But for now this is way more than enough.

👆🏻 On the left (or the very top depending on how tumblr is putting these in order), the black pencils are the snoopy pencil set. This is an exclusive set I got when I went with my Mom and a friend of hers/ours to the Charles M. Schwartz Museam. I remember being on the fence about buying this set because it wasn't exactly cheap 🙃 but the opportunity to buy it again was... well, unforeseeable.

Looking at them now, the price of the set is average (in today's market, but this was years ago so it was rather pricey back then). I just clearly haven't used them much, if at all 😅

And at the time I didn't know you could buy these online. They're here if anyone is interested: https://charles-m-schulz-museum.myshopify.com/products/time-for-school-colored-pencil-set

The image on the right (or bottom) is all my washi tape! This is used for taping down watercolor paper to keep it from warping. I'm actually so glad I found all of this.

There's just a few things I'd like to gather together still, but I have them around the house. I want to put them in my little "drawing cubicle", lol. Like a petri dish and sand paper. Two watercolor glasses... 🤔💭

Just have everything in one place~ to easily grab and have ready to go at any time 😊

#jade.blog #Youtube

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muggycuphead · 2 years

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.13

War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XII]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.- Jazz Mum and McBleep

Le lovebirbs

Not gonna lie, they look really cute together

Guess which of them was the one from who BF inherited his short height

Just guess

Ok imma chill now

Also- AH DEMON TRUCK THING-

2.-JackieSax

Jazz Mum’s Saxophone and the microphone McBleep used to sing on, with a mini version of his old hatsie over it

Also, ‘JackieSax’ was the name of Jazz Mum and McBleep’s singing duo, as it also is the way people refer to their family (The JackieSaxxes)

Though I made this as a way to refer to their backstory (again), in design matters I used it as an excuse to draw Jazz Mum’s saxo lolololol

3.-Lil BF waiting for his mom to call

His Saturday afternoon routine

He gotta be the first one to answer y’know

Also don’t think those letter remained unopened, McBleep just tries to keep them as neat as possible. Like, these are his wife’s letters, they not only mean a lot to his sons and daughter, but to him as well

4.-Puppil, BF’s old pet

Oh lookie, another eyenimal species: Doggeyes!

And yes BF had a pet when he was younger

…Sadly though, Puppil ran away weeks before he and his family moved from the hood while he was skating around the street, you can imagine how distraught he was over it, the poor little man :(

5.-Phantom Arpeggio’s icon

BF’s uncle and McBleep’s brother…but he dead bc Graveyard homies bad

Actually, his death was the reason Q-Zin had to become what I’d call an anti-gangster in order to put the underhood delinquents at bay (how did he got traction with it? Idrk but he did)

6.-Country singer Q-Zin…but he got the memo about his dad

Yeah, fun fact about Q boi here, he was a country singer aspirer, mostly by family influence –though he did have the passion for it in him

Sadly shit hit the fan on his side of the street, and well, y’know the rest

7.-Past!Chuck / Lil Chuckle / Chuckie

BF’s former neighbor and hood friend

He got the long locks yo

What are those twin moles tho

nahjk

8.-Lil Chuckle icon

Cut eyebrows ftw

9.-Uncle Bert and BF

REWRITTEN STORYLINE SHIT HAS ENTERED THE CHAT BOYS HERE WE GOOOO-

Who knew zombies and kids would actually get along as family members

Guess that just happens at BF’s Hood (lol funny joke w/ the concept name I’m so original-)

10.- Q-Zin’s first steps at street life

Bro gonna go kill some bitches tonight

…ok not really, but he did have to stain his hands in order to become enough of a street man…at least under the hood’s standards

He got a fight scar tho, guess that’s a plus for the aesthetic

As for his tattoo, I think it was mean to be an eldritch octopus thing if memory serves me right, but eh

11.- Gang leader Q-Zin

He actually did it, the son of a gun

Got more scars over it though, but in the GY’s grand scheme of things, that’s a low price to pay in order to protect the underhood lives from getting fucked up by the enemy gangs.

He’s dying inside tho, his lifestyle and ‘duty’ ain’t the easiest to deal with

That ring was a gift from a fellow friend of his BTW.

12.- Brittany, Q-Zin’s Girlfriend

You guys though BF was the only lucky guy on the JackieSaxxes’ second generation? Well jokes on you, Q-Zin also got the apple of his eye.

…Though their relationship did start a little rocky, as Brittany was originally meant to kill him, but in a funny turn of events, things went from here to there and well…she ended up falling in love over him.

She got the thickie too my my, Q-Zin you lucky rascal

13.- Zombie Gangsters logo…???

I don’t know honestly, I just needed a bonus sketch to fill in

That knife does resemble something relevant on the long run though, but that’ll be for later

#fnfau #au #friday night funkin'#alt universe #alternate universe #alternative timeline #bfsh #at #aaaaaaaaa

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ddemurezy · 2 years

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Secret Agent

Elijah Mikaelson x fem!oc x Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Hope went missing and not even Freya can find her. Klaus and Elijah's human girlfriend can help them especially when the people who kidnapped Hope left a drawing of an octopus in it.

Warnings: Tiny panic attack, blood, kidnapping, bad grammar

A/n: First fic I've wrote yay! I'm sorry in advance for wrong grammar. But anyway, enjoy reading!

"Found anything yet?" Klaus asked impatiently pacing around the room.

Hope was missing and everyone is trying their best to find something. The people or person who kidnapped Hope left a note that just have an octopus drawing in it and it certainly did not help them since they have no clue what the octopus means.

"Klaus be patient and calm down" Elijah scolded his younger brother even tho he too, is having a hard time calming himself.

"I can not calm down brother! My daughter is missing and all clue we have is a stupid drawing of an octopus!" by now, Klaus' voice was getting louder and louder to think that he was already yelling.

Freya is sat down the floor trying to do a location spell to find hope but there was a magic strong as hers that is blocking it.

"Hello everyone—oh" Alena Sinclair, Klaus and Elijah's girlfriend, greeted with a cheerful expression but was turned into a confuse look when she saw everyone's state.

"Hello dear" Elijah greeted her with a small smile. Alena started making her way to Elijah and kissed him in the cheeks.

She turned to Klaus and hope to greet him but he was clearly stress, pacing around the room with his hands on his hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked Elijah.

"Hope is missing and Freya is trying to find her but she thinks that there was a strong witch, strong as hers, blocking the magic." Elijah explained. Alena's smile fell and her faced morphed into a worried expression.

Alena was like Hope's second mother. Whenever Hayley is busy with the wolves, she would be the one taking care of Hope. And with her being Klaus' girlfriend it gave her and Hope more time together. Hope started calling her 'mama' when she turned 8 while she calls Hayley 'mom'

"Well is there any clue or anything that can tell us where she is?" Alena asked, worry in her voice.

"Well there is this octopus drawing that is colored red and black an—"

"W-wait wait!" Alena cut Elijah off. "An octopus?!?" She asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Yeah, here" Kol handed her the drawing with his other hand as his left hand was on Davina's shoulders calming her down.

Alena stared at the drawing wide eyed. Memories started flooding in her mind. This can't be possible, there is no way that they were still alive.

"Do you know what it means Lena?" Hayley asked her, her voice in a whisper. Jackson beside her hugging her for comfort.

"Yes but I-i might be wrong" She whispered back her reply. Her worried expression turned to a mixture of disbelief, fear and anger.

"Well then what does it means?" Klaus asked her.

"I will explain later but right now we have to go to New York" she replied. Her eyebrows furrowed, bitting her lip.

"New York?" Freya asked. Alena just nodded her head.

—New York—

"So darling, why are we here again when we're supposed to be looking for Hope?" Kol asked.

The Mikaelson's, Hayley, Jackson, Davina and Alena were all standing infront of a tall building.

There was a lot of people wearing suits or catsuits or holding some gears.

Alena said nothing and started walking inside and gesturing her head for them to follow her.

"Come on" she said.

Everyone looked at each other with confused face but they followed her in.

Alena led them to a big office. Once that everyone was inside, she closed the door and locked it.

"So, what do you know about the octopus my love?" Klaus asked.

Alena cleared her throat. "Wednesday wake up, we got some work to do"

The blinds closed and holograms started showing. The monitors started opening and a femanine robotic voice spoke.

"Hello Lady Lena, its good to have you back. You have 5 recent unfinished projects, 3 recent received files from Doctor Jake and Agent Phil." Wednesday, The AI said startling everyone but Alena.

"Who was that?" Kol exclaimed. Alena who was walking towards the desk turned to him. "That's Wednesday my Ai, Artificial intelligence"

"You have an Artificial intelligence?!?" Finn has been fascinated with computer science since the moment he learned how to used a phone.

Alena chuckled. "Yes" before saying. "Wednesday please get rid of the holograms and replace it with all the files that you have on Hydra"

Many holograms appeared surrounding the room.

"What is Hydra?" Davina's question was ignored by Alena.

"Wednesday try to search for Hope Mikaelson" Alena said sternly. It was the first The Mikaelson's heard Alena serious, she was mostly cheerful and happy and positive.

A hologram appeared. Hope's picture popped up and text too. Wednesday started speaking again.

"Hope Mikaelson, 14 years old, daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner, Date of birth: January 4, 2012, 5'3 tall"

"How does she know all that?" Klaus exclaimed.

"She's an Ai brother, Artificial intelligence" Finn replied and Klaus glared at him.

"Wednesday where is Hope Mikaelsons location right now, specific location" Alena ignored the two and ordered the bot.

"Siberia, Russia miss. Where the Winter Soldiers were held" With that, Alena paled.

What if they turned her into a Winter Soldier? What if they use her? What if they turn her into a weapon? How does Hydra even know who Hope is? They knew about supernaturals?

Alena was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Finn sped off to find Hope.

Hayley went to Alena noticing that she was now sitting down with her knees in her chest.

"Lena you have to calm down, follow my breathing honey" Hayley instructed.

Once she noticed that her breathing is now normal, she spoke. "Hey what happened?"

"Wha-what if they turn her into a weapon? what if they use her?" Alena said her mind running with questions again.

"Lena calm down, Klaus and the others will take care of it and you know that nobody mess with the Mikaelsons and live" the wolf tried to reassure the agent.

"Y-yeah you're right" The Sinclair girl calmed down.

—An hour later—

"We're back" Kol announced. Hope ran to both of her mother's arms hugging them tight.

"Ohh thank God" Hayley and Alena both sighed in relief.

Alena turned to see her lovers covered in blood. She ran to them concerned.

"We are okay love, you don't need to worry about us" Klaus assured their lover. He kissed her first deeply as a thank you. Hope wouldn't have been found earlier without Alena's help.

"Thank you love, for finding Hope" Klaus said after they broke apart. Alena smiled and muttered a 'you are always welcome my love' which made Klaus smile widely with the pet name.

Alena turned to Elijah and kissed him too, and asked if he was also okay after they broke the kiss which Elijah nodded in reply assuring her too that he's fine.

"Now darling, you might need to explain with this all" Kol said gesturing the room with holograms and computers.

They all sat down in the sofa's after Alena ordered Wednesday to remove the holograms and open the blinds.

"Well it all started when I was 9 I think? Nick Fury found me at the street with bags in my hands. He asked me why was I all alone in the streets at night and I explained to him that I was kicked out of the orphanage and I had to stay in the streets. He made a decision to take me under his wing and from that day I was introduced to the world of spies, agents and assassin's. Nick trained me into becoming a great spy and agent. I was taught everything I need to know about, how to fight, how to use guns, knives and more weapons. He taught me how to watch my back every time and to not trust anyone. I grew up fighting for my way to become a great agent and make my father proud. And well, now I am a level 9 agent." Alena explained.

"Wait then how did you end up in New Orleans?" Davina asked.

"I was sent for a month mission to get information about supernaturals. Apparently my father found out about supernaturals and wanted to know more about them." Alena replied putting her hands in her lap.

"Wow so you've been an agent all along" Hope asked excitedly.

"Yes hon" Alena hummed in agreement.

"Wait can you teach me how to fight ma?" That gained everyone's attention and heads snapped to Hope's direction.

"I don't know honey" Hayley looked unsure.

"Please mom please please please, plus you know mama would take care of me and not get me to any trouble" Hope pleaded.

Hayley looked at Klaus who looked at Alena who looked at Elijah.

"Why not I mean, Alena would take care of her right my love?" Elijah asked. Alena hummed in agreement.

"Fine" Hope cheered loudly with that.

"Wait can you teach me too?" Kol asked loudly.

#klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #the originals #hope mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #finn mikaelson

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twst-bs · 3 years

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I read your works and immediately fall in love. Can you make an dorm leader witness their s/o gamble (like they didn't know their s/o is a king/queen of gamble similar to kakegurui?). If you comfortable with this request...

Thank you~

Ah, thank you so much! I'm glad you like my writing.

The reason I took so long writing this is because I actually decided to watch Kakegurui out of curiosity and got really sucked into it, haha!

I hope this was worth the wait!

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Riddle: Card playing wasn’t an unusual occurrence in the Heartslabyul lounge. On any given night, students would gather around in groups and play anything from Old Maid to blackjack.

What was unusual was for Riddle to see the Ramshackle Prefect amongst them.

Well, maybe he shouldn’t have been so shocked. Between their friendship with Ace and Deuce, and their own relationship, they were basically a member of Heartslabyul anyway. Maybe it was more of the fact that they felt welcome enough to simply waltz into the dorm and make themself at home.

“Oh, hey, Riddle!” they smiled when they saw him. “Do you want to play too?”

“Dorm Leader Roseheart doesn’t usually join,” Deuce chimed in, peering down at his hand of cards. Riddle cleared his throat, causing all three of them to look up.

“He’s right, typically I stay out of the games and watch for rule-breakers. However,” he felt his face get warm, and he had to look away from the three sets of curious eyes fixed on him. “I wouldn’t mind sitting in and watching, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!” the Prefect scooted over on the floor, completely ignoring the slightly stricken looks that Ace and Deuce were giving them. Riddle, trying to maintain some amount of grace despite his face being as red as a rose, carefully sat himself between Ace and the Prefect.

“What are you playing?”

“Poker!” they replied cheerfully as the game resumed. “I’m not so sure about my skills, though.”

“Whatever,” Ace shrugged. “Poker’s more the luck of the draw anyway. Deuce, are you gonna call or just keep trying to stare holes through your cards?”

“Shut up, Ace,” Deuce shot back. “I’ll call.”

Deuce placed two gold coins in the middle, and Riddle raised an eyebrow. “You know there’s rules against betting money -”

“They’re chocolate, Dorm Head, it’s legal.” Ace laughed. “Do you think we’re stupid enough to blatantly break the rules in front of you?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Alright, we good?” the Prefect asked. “I want to eat my chocolate.”

Deuce was the first to show his hand. “Three of a kind.”

Ace went next. “Two pairs. What do you have, Prefect?”

With a grin, they laid down their cards. “Straight flush.”

“You jerk!” Ace laughed. “You were playing us the whole time, weren’t you?”

“That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” they stuck their tongue out at him, gathering the small mountain of chocolate coins. “Pleasure doing business with you, boys.”

“Man, you wiped the floor with us,” Deuce sighed. “You’re way too good at hiding your reactions.”

“Or you’re just really bad at reading them.” Ace smirked.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, Riddle,” the Prefect leaned over while the other two continued bickering. “Look who showed up to help me win.”

With a grin, they held up a card between their index and middle finger. The Queen of Hearts.

Riddle laughed softly. “The Queen treats her favorite subjects well.”

Leona: “Come on, Ruggie!”

“No way! I saw it first, it’s not my fault you’re slow!”

“You almost tripped me to get to it first, you little -”

Leona growled, cutting through the two’s argument. “Quit yelling or I’m eating the damn sandwich.” he didn’t even lift his head from where he had pillowed it on his arms. The lion really could sleep anywhere, even the lunch table.

“Okay, fine, here,” the Prefect dug around in their pocket. “We’ll flip a coin for it. Heads, you get the sandwich, tails, I get the sandwich.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” Despite his words, Ruggie was grinning. “Flip it.”

The coin they pulled out made a satisfying

noise as they flicked it into the air. They caught it, slapping it down on the back of their hand. “Ready?”

“Quit with the dramatics, I’m hungry!”

They stuck their tongue out at him, lifting their hand. “Tails! It’s my sandwich!”

“Damn it!” Ruggie snarled, but there was no real malice behind it. “Fine, I hope it’s rotten.” he got up to go get himself something else to eat.

As Ruggie stomped off, Leona turned his head to lazily raise an eyebrow at his mate. “Never really took you for a risk taker, herbivore.”

“How can I be dating a literal predator and not like a little risk?”

“Fair point.” Leona yawned. “You’re still going to give him some of that sandwich, aren’t you.”

“Yeah,” they were already ripping the thing in half. “He did actually get there before me, I just got lucky that his little tripping plot launched me closer to the front.”

Leona clicked his tongue. "So this was your idea of revenge?"

"Just keeping things interesting!"

Azul: No one was surprised when the mermaid mafia decided to run a gambling den.

Well, it wasn't a true gambling den, because it wasn't real money being wagered. Azul, always profit-minded, sold tokens to students that could be exchanged for specialty items at Mostro Lounge. That one night a week brought in considerable revenue for them.

"Hey, Azu~l!"

Said octopus looked up from the papers he was looking over in his office. "What is it, Floyd?"

"You'll never guess who is here tonight." Floyd grinned, showing all of his teeth. "Go on, guess!"

"I haven't the faintest-"

"It's Shrimpy!" Floyd laughed. "Shrimpy game to gamble tonight!"

Azul blinked, trying to figure out if Floyd was messing with him or not. "They actually came?"

Of course, he had invited his partner multiple times, but usually they were so bogged down with homework and other people's problems that they couldn't make it.

Floyd nodded. "They look like they're having fun! You should come out of your hidey-hole and come see!"

Floyd slammed the door shut without waiting for a reply. With a slightly irritated sigh, Azul straightened the papers and shoved them into a drawer. He wasn't fond of sharing his time with his partner with other people, but both of them were so busy that he had to take what he could get.

There was an unusually large crowd gathered around one of the tables - he could even see the twins towering over everybody, watching the game in progress.

"My, what have we here?" He made his way to the twins' side, attempting to get a glimpse of the action.

"Our dear Prefect is putting on quite the show," Jade chuckled lightly. "Perhaps we should have them come in more often."

"Oh, you actually came out!" Floyd exclaimed before turning around, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Hey, Shrimpy! Azul's here!"

They startled slightly at Floyd’s sudden volume, but when their eyes landed on Azul, they smiled. They sent him a wave with the hand that wasn’t holding the dice, and he tried not to look too shy as he waved back. Sometimes just seeing them was enough to get his heart rate up, but he had an image to uphold.

The Prefect tossed the dice, and they clattered against the wood of the table. The crowd surrounding them seemed to hold its collective breath as they waited for the Octavinelle student acting as the rule enforcer looked over.the two sets of dice.

“Ten-nine, to the Ramshackle Prefect!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Azul joined in before he could stop himself, and Jade smirked at him knowingly.

“You’re allowed to be happy for your partner, Azul.”

“Shut up.”

“Azul!”

Speak of the devil. The Prefect made their way through the crowd, positively beaming as they held onto their bag of tokens.

“Well, it seems you’ve been busy.” he commented as they came to a stop at his side.

“Guess luck is on my side today!” they laughed, wrapping their arms around his neck in a hug.

No matter how many times they did it, it still caught Azul off guard, and he still had to fight down a nervous laugh as they let go.

“I was saving these tokens for two slices of the special blueberry cake.” they grinned, jingling the bag so the coins clinked together.

“Why two?”

“So we could both have some!”

“You know you could have just asked and I would have saved some for us for later,” Azul raised an eyebrow. “You do get some perks for being the manager’s partner.”

“Yeah,” they shrugged, already turning towards the price counter. “But it’ll taste so much sweeter since I got it by wiping the floor with those cocky Savanaclaw bastards.”

Kalim: “What’s that game over there?”

The Prefect followed to where Kalim was pointing. “Looks like roulette.”

There was a fair going on near NRC, and the students had been given permission to go as long as they were back in their dorms by curfew. Kalim, practically vibrating with excitement, had begged them to come with him and Jamil. It was the three of them for a while, until Ace and Floyd found Jamil and basically dragged him over to the hoops game. The Prefect promised they would keep Kalim safe.

“What’s roulette?” Kalim was staring at the big wheel like it was hypnotizing him.

“It’s a betting game,” they explained. “You pick a color and a number, and the caller spins the wheel. If it lands on your guess, you win the money.”

“That sounds like fun!” Kalim grinned, before he seemed to remember something. “Ah, but I’m not allowed to gamble. It’s not a good look for House Asim.”

“Well that’s kind of boring.”

“Right?”

“Well,” the Prefect hummed. “How about we play our own version. We each pick a color, and whoever’s color gets picked wins! Loser pays for ice cream.”

“Alright, you’re on!” he laughed. “You pick first.”

“Okay, I’ll go with black.”

Kalim nodded. “That means I’m red, right?”

“Yup!”

The wheel began to spin, and the two of them watched over the heads of the actual participants. Both of them stood on their tip toes as the wheel began to slow.

“Hey, it stopped on red!” Kalim cheered, pumping his fist in the air. “That means I won!”

“Yup! Congrats!” the Prefect laughed as the two of them kept walking. “Looks like I’m paying for ice cream.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll pay.” Kalim said dismissively.

“Huh? But I lost.”

“I had fun!” he beamed. ”So let me thank you!”

Vil: “Do I even want to know?”

The Ramshackle Prefect was always getting up to some sort of shenanigans, but they weren’t usually so bold about it. This time, however, they were proudly striding out of the Pomfiore lounge with a zip-loc bag of mismatched eyeshadow pots and tubes of lipstick.

“We were playing cards.” they smiled up at Vil, who simply raised a well-groomed eyebrow.

“That doesn’t explain your goodie bag there.”

“Well, we couldn’t gamble with actual money,” they shrugged. “So Epel suggested apple chips, but then we ate all of those, so we decided to bet makeup instead. Epel let me have some of the stuff you gave him so I could play, and, wow, did I luck out!”

They opened up the bag and pulled out some name-brand purple eyeshadow. “I could never afford this stuff, honestly! Maybe you should have a talk with your dorm members about not betting things they aren’t willing to lose.”

“They have to learn their lesson somehow,” Vil sighed. “Be careful, potato, gambling can lead to some ugly habits.”

“I don’t do it often, I promise!” they smiled. “It’s mainly for fun!”

“And humiliating my dorm members.”

“Like I said, fun!”

Idia: “Which one, which one, which one…”

The Ramshackle Prefect had been watching Idia agonize over this decision for the better part of twenty minutes. It was starting to get a little old.

“You really are invested in this one, aren’t you?”

Idia didn’t bother turning to face them. “I HAVE to get this card, it's a limited edition UR+ with a swimsuit costume. This is my last shot, I’m out of gems after this.”

“Isn’t it a random chance though?” they asked, kicking their feet idly from where they sat on Idia’s bed. “How are you going to be able to tell which loot box it’s in?”

“Nerd sense.”

“Then why didn’t you use nerd sense for the past nine pulls?”

Idia groaned softly, staring intensely at the screen. “Which one?”

“Oh for-” the Prefect hopped off of the bed and leaned against Idia’s back to be able to reach the mouse. “I’m picking for you.”

“W-Wait, don’t-”

They clicked on the middle loot box before Idia could protest too much. The box rumbled around, building suspense, and Idia almost started crying.

Then, suddenly, with a bright flash and a triumphant fanfare, the card was revealed.

“...Are you a god?”

With a sparkling animation surrounding it, the coveted UR+ card blazed across the screen. The colors danced across Idia’s shocked face, making his pale face look rainbow.

“Nerd sense.” they laughed, pecking him on the cheek.

“You joke, but I think you do actually have some sort of psychic powers.”

Malleus: “It takes bravery to play a game of chance with a fae, you know.”

There was a warning in his words, but the sparkle in Malleus’ eyes told the Prefect that he was actually looking forward to the human’s antics.

“I trust you.” the human grinned. “If you wanted to steal my soul or whatever, you would have done it by now.”

“Such confidence,” Malleus chuckled. “Alright, Child of Man, what game shall we play?”

“A guessing game!” they held their hands behind their back as the two of them walked down the cobblestone path that led into the graveyard surrounding Ramshackle. “Just guess which hand the coin is in. You’ll get a prize if you win.”

“Oh? What am I playing for?”

“You’ll have to win to find out!”

Malleus was beginning to wonder if the Ramshackle Prefect wasn’t part fae. “And if I lose?”

“Then I get the prize!” they laughed, deftly avoiding a protruding tree route. The two of them had made these nighttime walks a routine, to the point where they knew all of the potential dangers. “Come on, guess! You have a fifty-fifty shot.”

“Very well. Hm...left.”

“Ding ding ding!” the human held out their left hand, revealing the coin resting in the palm of their hand. “You get the prize!”

Slipping the coin back into their pocket, then grabbed onto Malleus’ sleeve and tugged him downwards. He complied, and was rewarded with a press of soft lips against his own.

“It was a kiss.” they laughed.

“Indeed it was.” he smiled. “Shall I give you a consolation prize?”

#request #twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus

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detectivejigsawpines · 3 years

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Just a Normal Day

A short drabble about sea grunks having an average adventure, written in honor of their birthday.

Even before they got attacked by the Cthulhu beast, it had been a pretty average morning on the sea for the Pines twins.

Wake up at the crack of dawn (Ford) or closer to late morning (Stan); eat breakfast; reset the spell to ward off the vengeful leprechauns who might still be after them for stealing their treasure in case they’d figured out they were chasing a decoy trail by now; do a little late morning fishing, while keeping an eye out for that golden fish Stan was sure he’d seen swimming under their boat last week, and which he was hoping laid golden fish eggs or something; finally notice what time it was (Stan) and head inside to make lunch.

Just another normal day.

Stan was examining their supplies, trying to decide if it was worth breaking out some of the canned hamburger meat and throwing together sloppy Joes instead of making them eat fish again, when he was knocked skiwampus by the boat being yanked to a halt; as he struggled to regain his balance by grabbing onto the table, a vicious, blood-curdling roar came rumbling through the air from outside.

Stan sighed, and wondered if the kraken was back. In one swift motion he grabbed the spare harpoon they had hanging over the door, and stepped out to see if Ford needed help dealing with it.

It wasn’t the kraken.

It still looked like some kinda big octopus monster, though, with a mass of writhing tentacles where its face should be, and a bulbous head in the back just like an octopus body. The rest of it, at least as far as the torso, was kinda like a human’s but a little bigger (about the size of a baby whale), with slimy-looking green-brown skin and a pair of big, wrinkled, wet wings sticking out of its back. Whatever this thing was, it had grabbed onto the back of their boat, and was looming menacingly over Ford as Stan stepped outside.

“...and you are now my prisoners!” he bellowed, as his piercing golden eyes landed on Stan. “Surrender your weapons now, puny mortals, and I might be merciful!!!!”

“Yeesh, did we trespass on his territory or something?” Stan asked, leaning on the harpoon.

Ford shrugged with one shoulder, since he was trying to write in his journal at the same time. “He didn’t really say; he just jumped onboard and started threatening me.”

“Huh.” Stan looked up at the beast. “You the lord of this part of the ocean or whatever?”

The beast blinked-which looked pretty weird, his eyelids went sideways instead of up and down like humans-before nodding vigorously. “Yes! I am the lord of this part of the ocean, and you must surrender to me now, or else suffer my wrath!!!!” He slammed a fist down against the side of the boat, making it rock up and down so hard he had to scrabble to keep his balance. Stan coughed into his fist to hold back a snicker.

Ford tilted his head. “I could have sworn this was still the primary territory of the Manatee-Merfolk Alliance. Are you sure you haven’t made some kind of mistake?”

“What part of prisoners did you not understand?!” the beast demanded, spreading out his wings and shaking them as his tentacles writhed angrily. “Give up your weapons, now-all of them!!!!”

“...You sure you want that? It’s kind of gonna take awhile-”

“NOW, or I crush your boat in my mighty fist!!!!”

Stan glanced at Ford, who rolled his eyes and nodded. With a small sigh, they began disarming themselves.

********

...A minute passed and they were still at it.

Ford’s pile of weapons was almost as tall as he was, mostly consisting of long-range weapons like guns, but with a few vials of poisons and some handcuffs thrown into the mix.

Stan’s pile was more proportionate, but the number of places that weapons were produced from (including a smoke bomb that he’d somehow managed to keep tucked under his beanie) was frighteningly impressive.

The monster watched their progress with increasingly wide eyes; finally, as Stan produced another set of brass knuckles out of a secret pocket sewn onto the inside of his coat, he spluttered, “...Where were you keeping those?”

Stan just grinned shamelessly. “Trust me, sunshine, you don’t wanna know.”

“Okay, I think that’s everything,” Ford said at last, indicating the pile of weaponry.

“Yeah, well, I’m still workin’, gimme a minute.” Stan produced a switchblade, and tossed it onto his pile. Then, in a brief sleight of hand, he snatched another one from the pile and pretended to draw it out of his coat to toss it on next. “Hey, tentacles-face-ya think you could bring us back by Wednesday? We got a Zoom appointment ta keep, and our niece and nephew hate it when we’re late.” Another sleight of hand allowed him to scoop up another weapon.

“That’s not how this-now see here!” The monster drew himself up to his full height, nearly falling backwards off the boat. “You guys-you puny mortals are my prisoners! And as such, you need to understand that this is not a joking matter! I could squash you both like sea slugs if I wished! I’m all-powerful, an eons-old abomination whose very name would send you into madness if spoken aloud! So you better start quaking in fear and begging for mercy like proper captives!!!!”

Stan looked at Ford. “Sounds like we’re his first.” He looked back at the monster. “You’re doin’ great, buddy-good job on the whole threatening schtick.” He offered a thumbs-up, while using the other hand to snag another weapon that he pretended to produce from another hiding spot.

Ford winked at him, and looked back at their ‘captor.’ “Is this some sort of coming-of-age ritual for your species?” He produced his journal again, pen poised. “Very clever move, by the way, threatening our boat to get us to disarm ourselves. In the future, though, I would suggest that you try taking one of us hostage first, in order to create maximum-”

“STOP IT!”

The monster abruptly started pounding his fists against the side of the boat, nearly tipping it over before instead pitching him all the way onto the deck. “YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO-I’M YOUR-IT’S NOT FAIR-!”

It took Stan a moment to realize that the angry noises leaving his mouth (?) were accompanied by the sound of frustrated sobs.

He hissed through his teeth, and shot Ford a guilty look.

“...Oh boy. Looks like we got a little one here.”

********

Stan crossed the boat and crouched down in front of the weeping monster, putting a hand on his back and rubbing the spot right between his wings.

“Deep breaths, in and out. You’re not gonna get anything done like this, so just take a bit ta calm down, okay?”

The monster hiccuped and coughed, shrinking in on himself in a way that was painfully familiar to both of them.

Ford knelt down at his other side. “Maybe if you tell us why this is so important to you, we can provide some assistance?”

The monster shook his head and buried his head in his arms. “I just wanted-hic-to show my friends I could catch the Pines twins all by myself,” he croaked.

The two old men looked at each other in a mixture of surprise and slight alarm. “...You know who we are?”

That was finally enough to get him to sit up, wiping his eyes with his tentacles. “You kidding? Every creature of the seas knows who you are! You’re the guys who beat up krakens and steal gold from leprechauns and then you and your boat vanish without a trace! You’re the coolest cryptids ever!”

It took both of them a moment to digest that. By the time they did, though, they were grinning in equal delight.

“We’re cryptids?!” Ford asked, eyes practically brimming over with overjoyed tears.

“Yeah! And people at school were sayin’ you’re just a myth, but I knew you were real cuz my uncle saw your ship up in the Arctic last winter, and I was gonna capture you and bring you to class to show everyone how wrong they were and then I’d be famous and they’d stop calling me a weird runt all the time!” After a second his wings drooped, and he stared miserably down at the deck. “...Guess it was pretty dumb of me to think I could catch you all by myself.”

Stan put a hand on his shoulder. “...Kid...as much as we wanna help, we can’t just be your prisoners. We got our own lives ta get back to.”

“Plus, neither of us is able to breathe underwater,” Ford added.

The monster sighed, and pulled a strip of kelp from around his neck, turning one of the leaves until it was facing him. He squirted a stream of black ink from one of his tentacles, and dipped the tip of another one into the ink and used it to trace something that looked like a bunch of gobbledygook to Stan onto the leaf. “Humans...don’t...breathe...underwater.”

Awww...he’s a super nerd, just like Ford and Dipper!

That gave Stan an idea.

“Hey.” He nudged the monster. “What about a picture of us instead? Along with genuine proof of a close encounter?”

The monster’s head jerked up. “A picture?! Like with one of those weird magic boxes you humans carry around sometimes?!”

“That’s the one.” Stan grinned. He looked at Ford and jerked his head towards the cabin; his brother took the hint and headed for it, returning with an antique Polaroid camera that Ford had been experimenting on, but still took good pictures.

The monster’s tentacles began writhing around his face like they’d come to life, and he let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement.

“This is the greatest day of my life!!!!”

********

It took a bit of staging and directing and trying out different angles, but eventually they produced a set of photos that appeared to be of an eldritch abomination in training being attacked by, and bravely fighting off, the ferocious monster hunter Pines twins (hopefully nobody would think to ask how and why the monster had managed to get these pictures taken).

Then, while Stan took them into the cabin and soaked them in a special substance Ford had invented that would render them waterproof, Ford sat on the prow next to the young cryptid enthusiast and offered tips on future hunting adventures, comparing notes with him on some of the creatures they’d both seen. He also (with permission) took a few samples from the monster, including a long strip of skin (“Make it look like a wound I got in the fight! Man, this is gonna be so cool, Yog-Sothoth is gonna eat his heart out! Possibly literally!”) and some of the ink from his tentacles.

When Stan came back with the photos, he also handed over one of his spare brass knuckles that had lost a corner. “Have another souvenir, kid.”

The monster’s tentacles lashed out and wrapped around their faces in what felt like a really weird version of a hug before pulling away, leaving them covered in some of the slimy stuff they were coated in.

“Thank you so much! I really really hope the leprechauns don’t catch you-if they come this way I’ll make sure to eat some of them so they won’t!” He waved at them joyfully as he dived back into the ocean and disappeared.

********

After a moment Stan wiped his face on his coat sleeve.

“...Well, that happened.”

He turned away and began gathering up his weapons.

“Such a strange mixture of childlike innocence and barbarity,” Ford mused as he pulled out a jar and gathered the slime into it for yet another sample. “His culture must be fascinating-I almost wish he would have taken us with him so I could have seen it.”

“You would’ve drowned before you could gather any data.”

“...You don’t know that.”

“He literally didn’t know that humans can’t breathe underwater, Sixer. Not gonna happen.”

He ignored Ford’s sulking and kept cleaning, while musing to himself over the possible monetary opportunities being a couple of cryptids could bring...

#gravity falls #sea grunks #stan pines #ford pines #cthulhu doesn't stand a chance #stan just adopting everyone #humor #and fluff (sort of)#drabble ish

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Doll! Could I get a hc of witch!Rafael x mermaid!reader meeting and going on a date 👀🥺🥰

Of course, my love 🥰❤

You met Rafael Barba by chance; you had been hanging out with Mike, a fellow merfolk

He told you that he had to run by the courthouse for his job, and you went with him

The magic in Rafael's blood called out to you before you even saw him

It made your mouth water and goosebumps appear on your arms

You wanted him--what you wanted with him, you were unsure, but you had to be near him

And when your eyes connected with his seafoam green eyes, you were entranced

Fuck, you thought, that's a strong attraction spell he has on

You wouldn't learn until later that he had no such spell, at least, not a magical one

But his very presence put a spell on you

Mike introduced you both, and he noticed the look on your face--he had recently had the same issue with a witch

While Rafael was distracted with signing papers, Mike leaned over and whispered, "it'll never go away. You should ask him out"

Embarrassed, you looked away, towards the ground

Was he right? Would the attraction you felt to the wizard never truly go away?

But how did he feel about being with someone of a different species? Would he be disgusted? Weren't magicfolk and merfolk sworn enemies?

Here he was, though, working with Mike

Once the paperwork was handed over, Mike gave you a smirk and left you there with Rafael

He cocked an eyebrow at you, eyes scanning your face, and god you wanted him, needed him--

"Are you okay? I think I could whip up a potion to cure illness--"

"Oh! No, I'm fine," you replied. "I--your magic, it's so...strong"

You looked away again, missing his surprised look which turned into a soft smile

"It's been a long time since my magic called to someone," he muttered

You quickly looked at him, shocked

"This has happened before?"

"Yes; it happens quite a bit with magicfolk. The magic in our blood draws certain people in"

"O--oh...."

You didn't know what else to say, but you didn't have to think of anything as he stood, moving closer to you

Your nose burned in a good way, and you had an overwhelming urge to bite him, taste him in some way

"Would you like to get dinner with me?" he asked, his voice velvety soft

"Yes," you replied without thinking

It was quickly getting hard to stay in control of yourself; you found your hands reaching for him before shoving them in your pockets

How the fuck were you going to survive a dinner with him?

******

You met him at the restaurant he had specified, and you chuckled to yourself

It was a place mostly for merfolk--the specials were all raw seafood

You thought that was sweet of him as you entered

Like before, the pull of his magic took your breath away and you stumbled a step

Rafael was there in an instant, steadying you with a hand on your waist

The waiter led you to a table, and you sat, letting Rafael push your chair in

It was awkward at first, trying to think around him enough to answer his questions

But once you could relax, dinner went fantastically

They had human food, as well, so he was able to eat with you

Though, he made you laugh when you offered him a piece of your octopus, and he took the chunk in his fingers, frying it

The blue sparks bouncing off the tips of his fingers was somehow attractive, and you watched as he slowly moved his hand to his mouth

Your eyes were latched onto his lips as he chewed thoughtfully

"I haven't had octopus before--that was delicious. Is it your favorite?"

But you didn't answer, stuck watching him

He smirked, waving his hand to get your attention

"So--sorry! Did you say something?"

"Why don't we finish up? Go for a walk somewhere?"

You nodded, stabbing at your octopus

But you both didn't make it far from the restaurant before you pulled yourself close to him

"I'm sorry," you muttered before kissing him

To your surprise, he kissed you back enthusiastically

The kiss didn't do much to calm the yearning inside you, but you eventually broke it

"I--I'm sorry--"

"Don't be," he said. "I know how strong the pull can be"

"I don't want to do this yet--I mean, yes, I do. I want it very much. But I just met you"

He smiled softly at you, moving to cup your cheek

"Why are you playing by human rules? If my magic calls to you, then--"

"Then what? I should just take it?"

Rafael moved closer to you, and you swallowed

"Take anything you want, amor"

You were breathing hard, letting your instincts take over

Slowly, you unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a tan and hairy chest

Rafael stood stock still as you moved, lowering your face to his chest

You moved forward, pressing your lips to the spot directly over his heart

You heard him gasp but you couldn't move as a thought rushed through your head

But it wasn't just a thought--it was a memory, Rafael's memory

He felt your Gaze and lifted his eyes to find you

He saw you standing next to Mike in his office, your eyes locked to his already

And his magic called to you--he could feel it, and by the look on your face, you felt it too

It had been so long since he's had this pull towards someone

You were the most beautiful merfolk he had ever seen

The water that he felt over his skin was pleasant--usually, a merfolk's Gaze was a cold water

But yours seemed somehow...warm

He decided then that he wanted to get to know you, know everything about you

But he was afraid; he was an advocate for inter-species relationships, yet that didn't mean you were okay with it

He'd test the waters, ask you out to dinner

If you didn't rebuke him, then he was willing to give you everything

Something he had only felt with one other before

He smiled as you and Mike approached, and he held his hand out to meet you

You gasped as you were back in your own mind

Both you and Rafael were panting hard

"I'm so sorry, R--Rafael--I didn't know--can every merfolk do that?"

"Only to those that magic calls to them. But I have never experienced it before. That was...different"

"I didn't mean to go through your mind--"

"I promise you that it's okay. I had heard about it happening, so I wanted a good memory in there"

You cocked your head, "the memory of working?"

He grinned, "no, the memory of meeting you, the affect you had on me. I know you saw that one--I was there with you"

You looked away from him, overcome with emotions

"Now what?" you asked softly

"Now, I take you home--either yours or mine--and we talk"

#rafael barba x reader #dark secrets #monster!au #dark secrets au

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the-knight-of-the-stars · 3 years

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Spider-Man: No Way Home leaked trailer transcription

Note: The trailer is in terrible, terrible quality, in both image and audio, is a phone recording a phone, recording a phone, some scenes seem strangely cut, and most of the action scenes are unfinished, whithout CGI and with the green screen. So, bare with me, is likely I´m wrong in various things, but is the very best I could do. Also, it obviously was spoilers from the trailer.

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*Peter and Mj laying down on a roof. MJ is reading a newspaper to Peter*

MJ: Oh, this is a good one. “Some suggest that Parker´s powers include the male's spiders ability to hypnotize females”

Peter: Stop, come on…

MJ (making a voice): Yes, my spider-lord

Peter: Can we just like stay here all day, it is so crazy down there

*Footage of what looks like the post-credit scene from Spider-Man: Far from Home or a new scene taking place right after, where we see Peter holding MJ while they swing through the city using Spider-Man´s webs*

J Jonah Jameson: … that Spider-Man is in fact Peter Parker

*Scene of Peter in some sort of interrogation room, police station, or office of some kind, being questioned by a man*

Peter: Lisen to me, I did not kill Mysterio, the drones did

Man interrogating him: The drones that are yours?

(This part is very difficult to understand, I did my best, but is likely that MJ´s dialogue is wrong in this part)

MJ: … a part of you that isn't totally into battle lose?

Peter: What do you mean?

*Footage of Peter MJ and possibly Ned, walking into a place (maybe school) surrounded by people staring (and perhaps shouting to them, is unclear) and what seems to be MJ taking Peter´s hand out of fear*

MJ: Now that everybody knows, you don't really have to hide or lie to people

Peter: For the record, I never wanted to lie to you. How do you tell someone that you are Spider-Man?

*Scene of Peter in his room, I believe in a video call with MJ, and that's where the previous dialogue comes from. Next, very bad image, but it seems to be Spider-Man with someone in a black suit, on top of a building*

Peter: Now everybody knows…

*Peter walking in what now looks more clearly to be the school hallway and people staring, he seems to be alone this time*

Peter: And this isn't about me, this is hurting a lot of people

*Separated scenes of Ned and Aunt May inside of what looks like an interrogation room. Next, we see Peter alone in what is allegedly a classroom, he looks at the ceiling, where there are what seems to be Halloween decorations*

Peter: I´ve just been thinking about how to fix all of this…

*Marvel Logo on the screen. Next, we have images of the Sanctum Santorum and Peter entering it. The inside of the Sanctum is apparently covered in snow. Doctor Strange appears on screen, he is wearing his cape and what looks like winter clothing *

Doctor Strange: So Peter, what do I owe the pleasure?

Peter: I'm sorry to bother you, sir…

Doctor Strange: Please, we saved half the universe together, I think it would be odd if you call me sir

Peter: Ok, Steven…

*Awkward silence*

Doctor Strange: That feels weird but I´ll allow it

*Very bad image again, but it looks like Peter running from something or someone, in what could be his school´s cafeteria*

Peter: … Mysterio revealed my identity, an entire flight of guys suited up (terrible audio again, I did my best but is likely this dialogue is also wrong)

*Images of Peter in the Spider-Man suit, again being surrounded by people shouting, this time they look angrier, in one part it looks like he is with MJ*

Peter (to Doctor Strange): I don't know, maybe you could make sure that he never did?

*Doctor Strange sitting, apparently doing some magic, and Wong shows up*

Wong: Strange, don't cast that spell, it's too dangerous

Doctor Strange: Fine, I won't…

*Wong leaves and Doctor Strange looks at Peter, or smiles, or winks at him, is unclear. Next, we see him taking Peter to a darker place, maybe at the basement of the sanctum, and to start casting a spell*

Doctor Strange: Our world is about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-Man…

Peter: Wait, everyone?

*Doctor Strange continues to do the spell, he seems to be drawing several rings in the air around them with magic*

Peter: Can some people still know?

Doctor Strange: That´s not how the spell works…

Peter: What if I start to forget everything I've ever went through?

Doctor Strange: Stop staggering with the spell…

Peter: Oh my god, Ned. He is my best friend… No, my Aunt May should really know…

Doctor Strange: Stop talking!

*Doctor Strange starts to scream, looks like he can't hold the spell, and the rings of magic around them get out of control and seem to transport them somewhere. The scene reminds the Doctor Strange's movie, when The Ancient One shows Strange the infinite dimensions, with colors flashing. The magic suddenly stops, as if they had been transported somewhere or the magic just stopped*

Peter: What just happened?

*Some purple letters appear on screen, is very hard to see what they say, even less in what language it is*

Doctor Strange: We tempt only on this space-time, multiverse is a concept of which we know everything we will… (This is a difficult one too, the first part of the dialogue is confusing, and the part after concept seems to be cut, like part of the footage between “concept” and “of which” is missing)

*We see Peter jumping from a building, in a scene, it looks like he is on the mirror dimension of Doctor Strange, or it could be just the camera angle. Peter starts falling from the sky and goes through a cloud, landing in a place where there is yellow and orange smoke or clouds or some sort of explosion. It is also possible that when he goes through the cloud he actually crosses a portal because we hear a little blop when he does goes through it*

*Next we see someone, very likely Doctor Strange, trapping Spider-Man with some kind of metal bars*

Doctor Strange: The problem is you, turning into two different lives…

*A scene of Doctor Strange hitting Peter in the chest and sending him to an astral projection like we have seen The Ancient One do to Strange and Hulk in previous movies. Next, we see a scene of Spider-Man in the Iron-Spider suit, in front of a bay*

Doctor Strange: The longer you do it the more dangerous it becomes…

*Footage of what looks like a window maybe (?, the room illuminated by an orange light. Next, we see a man in the front seat of a car, behind him we can see the same orange light. A scene of what looks like a flash of lightning striking somewhere. Next, what I think is a bridge with cars, or just a driveway, and what looks like a portal opening from above the cars. The same location is shown from other angles, and we see an explosion happens on the place*

Someone: Be careful what you wish for, Parker… (some people think it sounds like Doctor Strange, and some say it sounds like Willem Dafoe/Green Goblin. I really can't tell, it could be Doctor Strange, but it does sound raspier than his usual voice)

*Scene of Peter next to a car, with his suit on, looking at something, MJ seems to be inside the car. A metal tentacle comes out of what I think is water. Finally, Doctor Octopus, played by Alfred Molina, appears on screen*

Doctor Octopus: Hello, Peter…

*We close with a take of Peter, in the Spider-Man suit, reacting while he is on top of a car. Spider-Man: No Way Home logo appears, and the video cuts*

#spiderman #spider man #spiderman no way home #spider man no way home #spider-man #spider-man no way home #no way home #spiderman no way home trailer #spiderman no way home spoilers #marvel #UCM #mcu #mcu spiderman

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after everything, you’re still here

Pairing: Platonic Creativitwins Word Count: 1272 Content: hurt/comfort, takes place immediately after Putting Others First (spoilers!), remus making some remus-y jokes, brothers supporting each other

Roman is rarely quiet, especially after discussions with the other sides. There’s a curtain up between the two sides of their shared room ( they’ve tried creating a wall or a new room, but nothing ever sticks -- they both end up back here every time ), but when he returns, Remus can usually hear him humming to himself, or occasionally grumbling about some comment one of the others made in good fun, or otherwise chuckling quietly to himself.

This time, Remus senses him return, hears the whoosh of him sinking in, but beyond that, there is only silence from Roman’s side of the curtain, and that feels like cause for concern. His brother is many things, but quiet has never been one of them. He pauses where he was scratching lewd drawings into the wooden planks of the underside of his top bunk, sitting up on the futon and looking towards the curtain. “...Princey?” he calls, listening closely for any noise.

Nothing, though after a moment there is a faint thump and then a sliding noise -- Roman leaning back against the wall and then sliding down it. Remus stands and approaches the curtain, pulling it aside slightly so he can poke his head around.

He finds his brother sitting with his back against the wall, just under the window that looks into his side of the Imagination, beyond which the weather is uncharacteristically depressing, the sky gray and drizzling rain over the normally bright landscape. Roman’s face is pressed into his hands, his knees pulled up to his chest and his shoulders trembling.

“Ro?” Remus asks again, stepping past the curtain and into Roman’s side of the room. His brother doesn’t respond, and Remus presses his mouth into a line as he moves towards him and sits down next to him, leaning his back against the wall in a relaxed pose, trying his best to hide his worry as he stretches one leg out and leans his elbow on his other knee. “So things didn’t go well with the T-man, huh?”

Roman is still silent, but in his periphery Remus sees him freeze, his shoulders stopping their trembling, Roman seeming to stop breathing entirely. Without a response, Remus keeps barreling on through. “Well, I coulda told ya that before you went. That wedding was a mess and a half, lemme tell ya. Or Thomas was, anyway, but that’s nothing new.”

“Deceit told us his name,” Roman interrupts, his voice toneless and slightly muffled as he speaks into his hands.

“Did he really? Well, I guess J.D still has some surprises left in him, after all. Get it? Like Janus-Deceit?” He replies, though he isn’t surprised when Roman continues as if he hadn’t spoken. No matter how hard Remus pretends, this isn’t a normal conversation.

“I laughed at it.”

Remus snorts, nudging his brother in the shoulder. “So did I. It’s a stupid name,” he responds with a grin, but it was clearly the wrong thing to say, as Roman finally breaks, and Remus’s smile slips off his face like the rain off the window as Roman’s voice cracks on sobs.

“He--He said I was evil,” he chokes, his hands finally moving, but only to wipe fruitlessly at tears that are immediately replaced with fresh ones. “He said I was like--” Roman cuts himself off there, looking away, but it isn’t hard for Remus to complete the thought.

“He compared you to me,” he says, his voice flat as he watches his twin’s cheeks darken. Roman nods, and Remus sighs, turning away and leaning his head back against the wall so hard he hears the plaster crack. The idea that being compared to him is so hard for Roman that it makes him break down like this is...well, he won’t lie, it hurts.

“It’s not--It’s not just that,” Roman adds quietly, his face still turned away from Remus. “They don’t listen to me. Deceit -- I mean, Janus….every time he’s shown up, he’s ended up manipulating me into doing what he wants. And last time, they all got mad at me for listening to him, and I thought we beat him. I thought I beat him. But now here’s Thomas and Patton, listening to him and--and trusting him, and I just. I feel like I’ve been used and cast aside. I’ve fulfilled my purpose, thanks Roman, we don’t need you anymore!” He sighs, resting his chin on his knees and staring at the wall opposite them.

“I really don’t want to go back.”

The confession is quiet, barely more than a whisper, but in the silence between them Remus hears it loud and clear. He chews his tongue, the pain grounding his thoughts enough that he can think through the offer he’s about to make.

( But it’s not like it’s that much of a choice, really. )

“You don’t have to,” he finally replies, and Roman finally looks at him, his eyes ringed in red. “I’ll go. What’s the point of having a twin if you don’t stand in for each other sometimes, right?” He offers a small smile, raising one hand for a shake. Roman’s mouth is open as he stares at Remus, and there’s a heart-stopping moment when Remus is afraid his brother is going to laugh in his face or worse. But after a few minutes, Roman shifts, moving so they’re almost facing each other, and raises his hand to meet Remus’s.

With a grin, Remus moves through their old secret handshake, his chest swelling with joy when Roman matches him move for move. They grab each other’s right hands, then left just above them, then move through a quick series of motions and high fives that are somehow still muscle memory, even after so long of not doing it. They finish with a game of rock-paper-scissors, and when Remus wins with scissors, he mimes stabbing Roman in the chest. In turn, Roman clutches at the “wound” and falls backwards, ending up on his back and laughing.

“Okay,” he says, sitting up from the floor and smiling at Remus. “Okay. I’ll take a break for a while. Thanks, Remus,” he says, and Remus grins back, his heart swelling with love for his brother even as his stomach burns with anger at the other sides for hurting him.

There’s a sudden knock at the door, and Patton’s voice comes through it. “Roman? Are you alright?” Remus scowls at the door, but Roman just sighs, moving to get up.

“No, stay here,” Remus says, placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder as he stands. “Take some time for yourself,” he adds, looking his brother in the eye. Neither of them realize that it’s the second time those words have been spoken tonight. Remus looks around, then grabs his own weighted octopus from where it ended up on the wrong side of the curtain at some point, sitting on the floor near the wall. He drops it unceremoniously in Roman’s lap, then moves to the door.

Remus throws the door open, making sure that his side of the room appears behind him, so Patton can’t see Roman on the floor. “Oh, hello Daddy!” he squeals with a lewd wink, thoroughly enjoying Patton’s blustery reaction to the blatant innuendo. “I hear a certain slithery side has finally told you all his name. Isn’t it hilarious?” He steps out of the room and closes the door behind him, hearing the satisfying click of the automatic lock.

In their room, Roman buries his nose into the octopus’s rounded green head and smiles at the knowledge that there’s at least one person on his side.

#ellie writes #creativitwins #ts spoilers #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #roman sanders #remus sanders #briefly mentioning patton and janus

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starcats1219 · 3 years

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Intrulogical Week: Day 2 (Science/Art)

For @intrulogicalweek2021

Art of the Heart

Ao3 || 1276 words || qpr intrulogical

Summary: Remus loved to create. Logan did not. Remus shows Logan how much he loves his creativity.

Warnings: swearing

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Remus’ favourite thing to do was create.

No matter what it was. Paintings, sculptures, stories, pictures, creatures, whatever it was, Remus enjoyed it. Of course, Roman loved all those things as well, further cementing how similar the two were. But neither of them enjoyed thinking about that.

Logan's least favourite thing to do was create.

His area of expertise was things that were known. Things that were facts. He could tell you the history of a specific art form, tell you techniques that helped improve it, but every time he attempted to create any sort of art, it always came out looking...wrong. Not wrong in the way Remus' were, where something was just off enough that you could tell, but not enough to tell what it was. His creations were just objectively bad.

Remus didn't think that at all about his partner's art, but he wasn't sure how to get him to believe that. So, he made a plan.

During each of their weekly hangouts as a duo, they would take turns picking an activity for them both to do. Previous activities ranged from stargazing, to making explosives, to playing video games together. This week was Remus' turn, and he intended to use it well.

Right at 7pm on the dot, Remus heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he was greeted by the sight of his partner, smiling softly at him.

"Salutations, Rem."

"Oh get in here, you nerd."

After Logan stepped in the room, Remus immediately shut the door and spun around to face him.

“Ready for tonight, Lo?”

“Of course. What is it you have chosen for tonight?”

Remus gave him a sly smile. “You’ll see.”

With a snap, the two were transferred from Remus’ room to what looked like an art studio. It was messy, supplies crowding tables and floor alike, canvases leaning anywhere there was room. The walls were covered in murals and graffiti, forming beautiful but haunting images that were not easily forgotten. Finally, in the center of the room: two untouched easels and canvases, back to back from each other, and paints and brushes on the accompanying tables. Logan stared at the room in poorly disguised awe, as Remus bounced excitedly next to him.

“Remus this is...satisfactory.”

“Come on, nerdy wolverine! This place is pretty fucking cool, and we both know it!”

“...alright. It is, as you put it, ‘pretty fucking cool’.”

“Aw, I knew you loved me!”

“...I can not argue with those facts.”

After clearing his throat for a moment, Logan continued.

“Now, what exactly are we doing here?”

“Oh, right, I nearly forgot. Whoopsie!”

Remus dragged his partner over to the blank canvases, smiling broadly.

“Tonight, we’re gonna paint for each other! Whatever you want, no limits, just pure creating. Whaddya think?” He waited, anticipating Logan’s answer.

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, and Remus sighed with relief.

“Well, get to work!”

And so, they began.

After a couple hours, Remus stepped back from his canvas. He had worked hard on this piece. Sure, it wasn’t one of his more...extravagant pieces, but it was for Logan, and he knew Logan would appreciate it.

On the canvas, a galaxy stared back at him. Blues and blacks and purples all swirled together to create space, while planets and stars were added with their bright colours of rock and gas. He had tried to keep everything as accurate as possible for Logan’s sake-he had been the one to teach him about space after all-but he allowed himself some creative liberties. After examining his creation for a moment, he snapped his fingers. There was still one tiny touch he needed to add. He flourished his hands dramatically, and sat back to watch the magic happen.

Slowly, the paint began to move on its own, swirling together, creating an almost glittery sort of look. The stars seemed to actually shine, the planets seemed to actually rotate around themselves, the colours changing slightly as they moved. The painting felt alive, as if it was a living, breathing, thing. Remus had always been good at adding little touches like this to his work.

He glanced over at his partner, seeing him still working. Feeling eyes on him, Logan looked up, meeting Remus’ eyes.

“Have you already finished, Rem?”

“Yep! How about you?”

Logan looked down at his painting for a minute. “I’m afraid I have not completed it yet, apologies.”

“No problem! I’ve had tons of practice, so it makes sense for me to finish first.”

“Correct. May I see what you've done?"

"Of course, Lo!"

He walked over and gasped in surprise when he saw the painting.

"Oh my, that is...satisfactory, Remus."

"Aww, I love you too, Lo!"

Logan blushed slightly, and Remus' grin grew.

"Hey nerd, can I see yours? Even if it's not done?"

"Of course, Re, though I'd have to warn you it isn't very good. Especially compared to something as magnificent as this. Objectively speaking, of course."

"Hey, I'm sure it's amazing. After all, you made it."

Remus walked around to Logans canvas and stared.

The painting was of an octopus. It was relatively simple, orange with bulging yellow eyes. Its tentacles floated around it, the suctions attached. A blue background of the deep sea was behind it, as the octopi rested on the seafloor. Remus noticed small things immediately, how it lacked the level of depth that his own did, or how the colours weren’t blended as perfectly as they could be.

He loved it.

“Lo! You never told me you were an artist!” He gasped dramatically. Sure, he was being a little over the top, but come on, he was creativity for drawing’s sake!

Logan adjusted his glasses as he spoke coldly, “There is no need to patronize me, Remus.”

Remus deflated a bit. He didn’t want his partner to think he was mocking him. He quickly reassured him.

“No Lo, I love it. Really.” He smiled, but Logan didn’t smile back.

“Remus, really. I mean, look at what you’ve done! It’s magnificent! And mine is...painfully mediocre.” He continued to look forward, but his posture sagged slightly, letting Remus know how upset he really was.

“Lo, it’s perfect because you made it. I, frankly, don’t give a damn about the technique or accuracy or anything else. All that matters is that you, my delightful dork, created this, and that’s enough to make me love it.”

“I...thank you, Remus,” Logan adjusted his glasses again, voice wobbling slightly. Remus chose not to comment on that, “that means a lot.”

“Oh, come here you nerd.”

Remus’ favourite thing to do was create.

No matter what it was. Paintings, sculptures, stories, pictures, creatures, whatever it was, Remus enjoyed it. But, his absolute favourite thing to do was create with Logan.

Logan's least favourite thing to do was create.

His area of expertise was things that were known. Things that were facts. He could tell you the history of a specific art form, tell you techniques that helped improve it, but every time he attempted to create any sort of art, it always came out looking...wrong. But, when he and Remus went to their studio, making art for one another of all different kinds, he began to not find his art so awful all the time. Remus helped change his perspective on it, and made him begin to enjoy it.

“Maybe,” he would say one day to his partner as they sat in the studio, mirroring their positions of their first time there, painting for one another, “maybe art isn’t so bad. When it’s with you, at least.”

And Remus would smile.

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #writing #archive of our own #my fics #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogicalweek2021 #intrulogical #science/art #day 2 #art of the heart

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 3 years

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Paint My Spirit Gold

Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow

Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2187

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]

A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence.

“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.

“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”

Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.

“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”

Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.

The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.

“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”

[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]

“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”

The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick

“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”

Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos.

“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.”

And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him.

“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”

Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment.

He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table. He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop.

'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock.

[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]

Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really.

He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in.

“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”

He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”

Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?

“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”

[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:

“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit.

Starstruck96: who?

IneffableSnek: lmao

FeralBeauYasha: lol

VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill.

FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?

IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf

FeralBeauYasha: ohh

VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom.

StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch

IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean

IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s

FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too

VampSuga: DUKECEIT” /end ID]

"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin.

"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."

Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”

Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left.

“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”

Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.

“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.

“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”

[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]

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first and only dukeceit shipper ig

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wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!

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i want this to be canon so bad omg

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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.

The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left.

The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand.

The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]

“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”

“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”

“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”

“You should try harder.”

“Come to bed and maybe I will.”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”

“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”

“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”

[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID]

#dukeceit #dukeceitweek #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fic #kye writes

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[TRR x ES] Viewing Party

Book: The Royal Romance & Endless Summer Pairings: Liam x MC (Katrina Bailey), Drake x OC (Alyssa Devereaux), Jake x MC (Laurel) Rating/Warnings: G; mild innuendo Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Katrina Bailey & Laurel are the MCs I use when writing fanfic for TRR and ES, respectively; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to birthday girl @burnsoslow * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt 80: Stop looking at me like that. * Author’s Note 2: * This is a birthday gift for my cheesy, potato loving homegirl Burnsie, who requested her very first Endless Summer/Jake fic, despite having never read any ES fic until now 🙈 for the sole reason being that she and Jake McKenzie are almost birthday twins, and my favorite pilot turns 30 this year. If you’re unfamiliar with canon ES trivia, Jake can hold his breath for 9 minutes, and Estela can hold her breath for an astonishing 14. This isn’t entirely what I had in mind when I set out to write an ES/Jake birthday fic, but I wasn’t about to miss your day because I’ve hit a whole ass writer’s wall, Burnsie! I hope you have an AMAZING day and I’m sending you so many hugs! You’re one of the sweetest ladies here, and I am so very thankful that I can call you a friend 🥰 also my real, real gift to you is coming at a later date, as I still have to work on it 😬 * and yes, that’s DDT in the moodboard - just for Burnsie, again - since I use Barnes as Drake’s FC in my TRR fics, lol * Word Count: 2000 on the dot!

It was nearly 10:00 PM on Friday evening, when Burns arranged things around the comfiest chair in her living room. The rest of her family already retired for the evening, after a small but wonderful birthday celebration in her honor at home. Within easy reach, she’d arranged drinks and snacks next to her laptop - a glass of water, a hot mug of tea, a slice of homemade birthday cake to take care of any sugar cravings, and a small platter of cheese and crackers for something more savory. She grinned softly at the newest addition to her mug collection, watching the steam rise from the contents within.

The lavender mug arrived in the mail earlier that day from one of her friends, emblazoned with a quote from David Rose. Burns took a sip of the warm beverage before setting it down on the small side table and situated herself in the chair. She flipped open the laptop and pulled up a browser window, smiling at a gift from another friend - there was a sticker next to the trackpad with a drawing of a wedge of Swiss, quoting another memorable line from Schitt’s Creek, reminding her to “fold in the cheese.” Burns glanced to the time on the screen and logged in to her Netflix account, clicking until she arrived at the viewing party, and began typing to join the group chat.

She was greeted with jubilant messages from Donna, Ella, Brandy, Anitah, and half a dozen other friends, wishing her a happy birthday before the show started. They’d formed an ever-growing viewing party for a new series titled Stranded in the Orchard, which was an odd amalgamation of Survivor and Gilligan’s Island. Taking a cue from reality tv competitions, there were hidden cameras all over the island to monitor everyone and reduce production crew intervention, and in a nod to Hunger Games, there was an omnipresent host that would drop messages to signal when challenges were about to take place. After four episodes, the ladies in the watching party started picking their favorites from the two teams.

Team Ruby consisted of a group that appeared to have been shipwrecked onto the island. Leo was dubbed The Rogue; his brother Liam was The CEO; Katrina was The Attorney; Alyssa was The Teacher; Drake was The Cowboy; Olivia was The Weapons Expert; Bertrand was The Grump; Madeleine was The Whiner; Maxwell was Bertrand’s brother and The Jester; Hana was The Jill of All Trades. Bertrand and Madeleine had already been voted off when Ruby lost two events.

Team Catalyst consisted of a group of mostly college students. Jake was The Pilot; Laurel was The Mystery Girl; Sean was The Coach; Michelle was The Doctor, even though she was only pre-med; Craig was The Muscle; Zahra was The Engineer; Aleister was The Slick One; Grace was The Brain; Diego was The Entertainer; Estela was The Huntress. Catalyst lost the last two events, which sent Aleister and Grace packing.

Everyone settled in to watch the opening credits as they recapped last week’s episode, where Ruby won the immunity challenge and fishing gear by building a makeshift stretcher to rescue and carry Katrina from a jungle crash site to a first aid station on the beach; Catalyst voted Grace out. Burns popped a cheese cube into her mouth as she and her friends watched the two groups deal with day-to-day chores in their respective camps on Day 14 of the show. They chatted about the team members and how much Burns wanted to see Drake take off his shirt to go in the water, despite the knowledge that there were clips of him cuddling with Alyssa; Donna, Ella, and Anitah would keysmash in the group chat any time Liam appeared on the screen, even though he and Katrina were clearly sweet on each other, while Brandy and Alyssa Lauren would ask what was happening or who someone was from the Catalyst team.

—

“Pillows and blankets are nice, but what we could really use is food,” Maxwell said, drawing an octopus in the sand with a piece of driftwood. “I don’t know how much longer I can last on coconuts and rice.”

“Liam and Drake took the raft out this morning to try fishing with the gear, maybe they’ll get lucky,” Katrina suggested, stirring the pot of rice in the fire. She set the lid on top and stood up from her kimchi squat position, dusting some errant sand off her leg. They both looked out towards the water, as dawn stretched out across the ocean, making out shadowy forms of their friends as they bobbed in the water, just before one of them went under the surface. Behind them, the rest of their friends began to stir awake from the scent of rice cooking.

Back at the Catalyst camp, Jake sat by the campfire with Estela; they were working on making their own fishing gear from bamboo and camp supplies after losing the previous challenge. Jake fed a length of twine through a handmade fishing pole while Estela sharpened tips on one end of a pile of branches she’d gathered. “Whatcha whittlin’, Katniss?”

Estela glanced at Jake sideways. “Stakes. Hand over some of that twine, I need it to bind these to make spears.” With a begrudging huff, Jake unfurled the twine and ran it against the edge of the makeshift bench he was sitting on to cut it, before tossing the rest at Estela.

“How fast can you tie those off? We’re losin’ daylight for a morning catch, if you wanna ride on the raft with me.”

“Five minutes,” she answered, already working nimbly around a branch to secure the whittled spikes.

The screen cut back to Ruby’s camp, where Liam and Drake stepped ashore, smiles brighter than the sunrise as Drake held up a fish trap with small rays flapping against one another.

—

“kjsdhfksjhfksjhfks,” Burns smashed into her keyboard. “Look at my man! With the sea bounty!”

“mevmnbvmnxb,” Ella smashed back.

“How do you know Drake did all the work? Liam’s just as wet, hahaha,” Donna chortled in response.

—

After killing their catch as humanely as possible - with Alyssa turning her face to Drake’s chest to avoid witnessing it - Leo and Olivia gutted and cleaned the rays before setting them on top of their makeshift grill to cook. Liam and Drake regaled the group with their morning under the water, as they took turns fishing.

While Team Ruby enjoyed some protein with their rice that morning, members of the Catalyst team glumly spooned rice into their mouths as they sat around the campfire while Jake and Estela dried off; their morning fishing trip had been unsuccessful.

Later that day, both teams received messages from the host to gather for a reward challenge. Each team made their way to a small lagoon, where they saw a structure floating in the water. A booming voice overhead instructed them to swim out to the structure and await further instructions. Once everyone from both teams had done so, a blue holographic image of the host appeared in the center to explain the rules. “The challenge is simple,” she narrated. “We want to see who can hold their breath the longest. There’s a bar you can use to keep yourself from floating up if you need it. Last one standing earns the prize for the whole team — an overnight trip at the Celestial Hotel, where our rotating film crew goes to rest. You’ll be treated to clean sheets and towels, hot showers, along with a decadent dinner and breakfast menu the next morning, before having to return to your camp.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at the incentive of a night away from sleeping on the beach, away from mosquitos, rodents, and the threat of being waterlogged by passing storms. Stomachs gurgled at the thought of hot meals that didn’t consist of rice, and the possibility of cocktails or wine. “Oh, we got this,” Jake murmured quietly to Laurel. “Bet I can hold my breath longer’n any of those Ruby kids.”

“Is that so?” Leo taunted, overhearing Jake’s comment.

“Just call me Poseidon,” Jake smirked.

“We’ll see about that,” Leo replied. “You know most of us are from an island, right? We’re basically merpeople.”

—

“Bets! Bets on who wins this!” Brandy typed into the chat window.

“Sticking with Drake,” Burns typed. “Maybe Hana. She could have another random talent up her sleeve.”

“My money’s on Liam. Look how broad his chest is,” Anya replied. “He’s got to have massive lungs to match.”

“That makes no sense,” Ella typed, adding a laughing emoji. “But I’m Team Liam anyway.”

“Don’t hate me,” Donna began. “Something tells me Jake isn’t boasting right now.”

From her screen at home, Alyssa Lauren used Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe to choose Zahra. The rest of the group picked their favorites as the castaways donned goggles and got into the water.

—

“Ready? Set! Go!”

Sixteen heads dipped under the water’s surface, with contestants pinching their noses and puffing out their cheeks as an underwater camera filmed them. A handful of them - Olivia, Alyssa, Maxwell, Diego, and Michelle - tapped out under a minute. As the sand settled, thirty seconds passed before Katrina, Laurel, Sean, and Drake headed to the surface. Just after the two minute mark, Hana, Craig, and Zahra gave up, leaving Jake, Liam, Estela, and Leo under the water.

Jake looked positively peaceful, sandy brown hair swaying with ease in the water. Estela tapped her fingers lightly across the bamboo rod, counting each second as it passed. Liam glanced over to his brother, who’d begun to turn pink. Half a minute later, Leo popped up to the surface, muttering to himself out of frustration.

Three minutes in, Liam surfaced, gasping for air, leaving Jake and Estela to battle it out between themselves. Even though the hologram host blasted a horn to signal the end of the challenge, neither Catalyst member surfaced. Liam ducked down to check on them, and Jake and Estela both signaled that they were fine. Everyone continued to wait as the pair spent minute after minute under the water.

—

“Seriously? They’re on the same team!” Anitah typed. “They won already!”

“They’ve been underwater for a scary length of time,” Brandy added. “What are they, Navy SEALs or something?”

“I think Jake mentioned he was actually in the Navy before,” Alyssa Lauren replied.

—

A digital clock appeared in the corner of the screen as the two Catalyst members continued to hold their breath underwater. With each passing minute, members from both groups began to worry. After eight minutes passed, the host’s voice rang out, advising them to pull Jake and Estela up from the water to end the challenge. Laurel and Craig ducked down, eventually pulling their teammates up. “Congratulations to The Catalysts!” the host exclaimed. “A boat will be waiting at your camp to take you to the hotel.”

Laurel swatted Jake’s arm as they made their way to the shore. “What’s wrong with you!? You were underwater for nearly ten minutes! Who does that!?”

Jake looked over his shoulder to her with a grin, mischievous sparkle in his bright blue eyes. “Ten would be a new record, my best is nine.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Imagine nine uninterrupted minutes of me holding my breath, Princess. My birthday is tomorrow, and I know exactly how I wanna celebrate,” he winked.

Laurel’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion. “Stop looking at me like that, Top Gun.”

—

That evening at the hotel, after a sumptuous feast of lobster, crab, and an endless supply of beer and wine, the Catalyst members eventually went to bed. Much later into the night, Jake was seen sneaking into Laurel’s room.

—

“I KNEW IT!” Burns typed. She laughed as her friends typed in responses full of lemon, fire, pepper, and eggplant emojis. She popped another cheese cube into her mouth and smiled, watching the rest of the episode play out.

#the royal romance fanfic #endless summer fanfic #choices the royal romance #choices endless summer #liam x mc #liam x trina #drake x alyssa #jake x mc #choices crossover fanfic #wacky drabbles #survivor au #happy birthday Burnsie #birthday fanfic #zaffrenotes writes #there was an attempt #this is not what I planned #lol but I am out of time and don't have it in me to scrap what I've written #🙈 I watched an entire season of Survivor for like...3 scenes to add to the fic

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