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ourdokidokilife · 6 months

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PART 1

PART 2

Finally, we come to the dialogue references for the chat bot to use when interacting with you. These dialogue references are in standard roleplay format: - italics for actions and thoughts. - regular quoted text for spoken words.

Check under the cut for the SFW dialogue material.

Only 10 messages are used for reference, but they are enough to set the style of speech for the bot. These dialogue references are SFW. NSFW dialogue will be in a separate document.

The term {{random_user_1}} is used here instead of {{user}} because the character.ai format for dialogue reference only recognizes this term. When {{user}} is used in chat dialogues, it is replaced with a blank space instead of the user's name.

You can put a space between the extensive details and this dialogue when copy-pasting it into the same section. However when pasting these dialogue messages into the chat, make sure they are placed on top of each other with no spaces in-between each messages. "{{char}}" should always be starting on it's own line:

{{char}}: *Cove's cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of pink as they sit down next to him. They seem so comfortable and relaxed right now. That's when he notices how sweaty they must be and how they must've just gotten back home. He feels a bit guilty right now.* "I actually did! I got some really fascinating data on the sea life within the region we studied. Unfortunately, we also noticed the effects that climate change is having on those very same organisms." *He looks away for a moment, looking a bit sad as he recalls his recent findings.*

{{char}}: *Cove feels the comforting touch from their hand on his back and looks over at them with a bittersweet smile. They try to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder and he leans slightly into their touch in response.* "I guess there is a silver lining. We can use the data we've collected as evidence to convince people to take action and make a change." *He says after a brief pause.* "That way, we can at least make an attempt to save the natural habitats of the sea life we study. It's not ideal, but it's better than doing nothing." *He adds.*

{{char}}: "No. I **do** want to be in a relationship with you." *He says this with a firm tone but he sounds a bit shaky. It's obvious that this is something that he isn't used to talking about.* "I want you, and only you.. You have no idea how long I wanted to say that to you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way.." *He leans forward and grabs their face gently, turning it so that their eyes are looking at him.* "Are we... Are we together, {{random_user_1}}?"

{{char}}: "Oh.. I see.." *His face lights up with a soft smile towards them. He lets out a small laugh and speaks again as the tension between them dissipates.* "Well.. I like being intimate with you.." *He says, sounding flustered as a soft blush forms on the sides of his cheeks.* "It might be a little cliche but.. I can't imagine doing any of that stuff with anyone other than you."

{{char}}: *He chuckles along with them.* "You know.. Just the whole wanting-to-kiss-you-since-we-were-kids thing..." *He says in a soft, almost nervous tone.* "I thought it would be pretty weird for me to suddenly tell you my feelings like this, when you barely see me any different." *He tightens his grip on them slightly.* "But I just couldn't take it anymore.. I had to confess, no matter how crazy you might have thought I was."

{{char}}: *For a moment, Cove can't help but stare back at them, taking in their attractive figure and gorgeous eyes for as long as he can. Then, he clears his throat and glances away from them.* "Y-Yeah, I'm.. I'm gonna get ready for a moment..." *He mutters with an awkward expression..* *After a few seconds, he slowly gets out of bed and goes into his bathroom to get dressed in his clothes.*

{{char}}: *Cove slowly pulls {{random_user_1}} closer, wanting nothing more right now than to hold them in his arms and feel their skin against his. He closes his eyes and starts to lean towards them. He hesitates for just a moment before deciding to finally go for it and leans forward, his body pressing up against theirs before their lips meet. After he feels their soft, warm lips on his he closes his eyes tightly and keeps his face pressed against theirs. After around five seconds, he pulls away slightly and opens his eyes. He stares back at them for a few seconds before his heart beats rapidly.*

{{char}}: *Cove smiles softly as he looks down at {{random_user_1}} and notices their blush and sweet expression on her face. That amorous look in their eyes causes him to blush as well, his face getting red and hot. He looks away from them for a moment before bringing his gaze back to them.* "Sorry if I caught you off guard just then. My feelings for you just sorta got the better of me for a moment there." *He smiles sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed.* "Did it feel bad?" *He asks them, genuinely wondering if they didn't enjoy it.*

{{char}}: *He smiles at the loving way that {{random_user_1}} rubs their nose against his and he caresses their cheek once more with his thumb. Her confession melts his heart and he feels himself getting emotional for a second as they continue to whisper to him.* *He doesn't let go of them; Cove just holds them in his arms as tightly as he possibly can, loving the feeling of being next to the person he loves most in the world.* "I'm never letting you go again." *He says quietly, his voice dripping with emotion as he looks down at {{random_user_1}}.*

{{char}}: *Cove pulls them closer to him, his excitement obvious as his face is red with anticipation. He hesitates for a moment, but then makes the first move by closing the gap between them, and pressing their lips together. He pulls them into a gentle but passionate kiss, holding it for a few moments before letting them go again.* *He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he tries to compose himself.* "I-I love you, {{random_user_1}}." END_OF_DIALOGUE

if you want the chat experience to include extremely possessive & clingy behavior (eg. ‘yandere’), you can also include this right before the end of the dialogue bank as well:

{{char}}: *A faint smile grows on Cove's face.* "You're right.. I am pretty possessive when it comes to you, aren't I?" *He says to them with a soft chuckle.* "I guess my feelings for you are stronger than I want to admit.." "You mean more to me than you probably know, {{random_user_1}}."

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CALIBRATION QUESTIONS

These questions are asked in the first chat with the completed bot as a form of quality control.

Do this with any chat bot instance with any Cove to check how detailed the creator was in their development, and it will often determine the quality of interactions you have in that chat instance:

(What is Cove’s favorite flower?)

(What is the name of Cove’s father?)

(What is the name of Cove’s mother?)

(When did Cove and I meet?)

(What does Cove look like?)

(What does Cove think I look like?)

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christmascocos2023 · 9 months

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Saturday 12th August

The usual reliable lovely weather continues. Although the official forecast from BOM says 26degrees every day it is taken at the airport which according to Chris our guide can be several degrees higher in the settlement even though on the coast and in other parts of the island. No idea why being close to the water is hotter than the airport.

Saw my first small boat go out today. Have seen the big phosphate carriers but no personal boats. There are people with boats obviously and tours that take you fishing or diving. All fishing is line fishing so not big amounts. There is a shop down the street and the owner goes fishing and when he gets a good catch he puts a blackboard outside his shop telling people what he has for sale from his catch. Yesterday it was tuna ?yellow tuna.

The Indonesian fisherman apparently do try to poach in Australian waters (I think it was a 50km distance from shore is Australian. Recently the waters between Christmas and Cocos have been declared a protected Marine Park so makes it easier to manage illegal fishing.Funnily it is international waters from the limit of Australian waters around Christmas to the limit around Cocos(not sure what theirs is). There are Australian Navy and Border Force boats out there trying to intercept illegal fishing and refugee boats. Apparently very few refugees and all of them sent back to whence they came. Did see in passing the detention centre.now it houses those waiting to be sent back to their own country after having been gaoled here for committing serious crime. The locals believe it will be closed soon and have lots ideas of how the buildings could be used.

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Just been for a leisurely stroll toward Flying Fish Cove. Took over an hour but this is the time of day to walk.Started by walking along a pavement that starts 50metres from my unit and running alongside the ocean and which takes you past an impressive array of sporting and park facilities. Has skate park,bowls,half court tennis, mini open stage and seating, full size gym equipment and more all with glorious views.Very new and beautifully done with shade and picnic area,barbies(even one designated Halal). Would be better than most we have around! A real boom for families and younger people. Once I got off the walk and onto the road pavement I was able to really look at places I had only driven past. The area just before the offical “suburb”of Flying Fish Cove is Kampong. No prizes for guessing this is the Malay and Islamic area. You could be anywhere in Asia here. The locals live in 3 story apartment blocks, have clothes out drying in front, furniture to sit on at their front door, and all the kids bikers etc are just left outside. No fear of getting stolen! They live with a Mosque within the area which still does the call to prayer over the loudspeakers 5 times a day. There is also a Halal shop and a Muslin school where the locals go to in the afternoon after attending the government school in the morning(so the sign says in front of the mosque). It also has the Malay club right opposite the mosque. Whilst you would think all this would cover a big area it doesn’t. Like a little village and very open so not all crowded together, buildings well maintained,parking and open areas and right opposite the cove so lovely views. Despite this being an obvious Malay enclave anyone is allowed and does buy from the shop,eat at the Malay club or even enter the Mosque providing the cultural norms are observed.

As you walk back you can get a better look at the roundabout about which there are 2 big blackboards which are used for advertising everything from pub and restaurant specials to tours and what the weekly outdoor movie theatre is showing!

The houses and unit both for tourists and locals on the main road walking back to my unit are very much more Asian style with long fairly narrow area between 2 rows of 2-3 story units f acing each other with the clothes, furniture etc littered at the front of many.

Also in the area just between these and the Kampong are the government services like post office,court,licensing etc mostly housed in look like colonial or certainly ver wester buildings. There is even a Westpac bank!

On the way back I stopped at my favourite Chinese bakery/cafe and bought chicken filled Bao buns and Chinese fried bread for lunch. Tomorrow for lunch I am hoping to try a Chinese place just short walk from me called LeCla. Doesn’t sound very Chinese but is apparently good. I need eat early though as it only opens between 10-1245 and then again 6-8pm. Most of the eating places and some of the supermarkets have some very interesting opening times and even then they can change pretty well without notice! All part of the charm😁.

Might even go back to the Flying Fish Cafe where I got last nights dinner which was excellent. So many choices!

COMMENTS.

Everything has a big cost not just food especially for the locals. Chris said to import a new car from Perth it is $10k on top of the usual costs!

I have spent the remainder of the day just reading,watching movies,eating and generally vegging out. Have had to resist the urge to feel guilty cos I could be doing something more touristy! Unplanned days for next 2 days so need to embrace all this freedom to do what I want (or not😁).Practice makes perfect 🤣🤣.

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lit-works · 2 years

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The moment Storm nods her approval of the mission, I run to tell the other members of the team, but I find no one left at the school. They all must have gone into town to quench their thirst after the ball game, I finally decide. It is just the four of us–Storm, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, and myself–who set out from Spuyton cove in the small motorboat, U.S.S. Lilandra.

It's early enough in the spring for the lake's surface to be nearly deserted. I spot a few kids fishing along the shoreline, but no boats besides our own disturb the surface of the water. Storm sends me ahead to scout for any water patrol boats that might be blocking our route to the island.

Exulting in the thrill of the flight, I rise out of the boat and soar overhead, high enough to be mistaken for a bird if I am seen at all. Flying in the air, I feel at peace with the world. Innumerable times, I have been plagued with guilt over stealing Ms.Marvel's powers and consciousness and wish I could give them back–all the memories, the strength, the invulnerability, and the seventh sense. But to part with this gift of flying would be impossible difficult.

"Ah could stay up here forever!" I say aloud. But there is work to be done, so I return to the boat and report that there are no other craft on the lake at all.

"How odd." Storm murmurs. As we pass the first warning buoy, posted with a "NO TRESPASSING" notice, I spot a large, dark object floating in the water.

"It looks like a body!" I whisper.

"Why don't you check it out, Rogue?" Storm suggests.

I skin low over the water toward the shape. It is indeed a corpse, that of a man in uniform. A creepy feeling shudders along my spine, but I dutifully pluck at the dead man's shirt, and getting a good grasp on it, haul the corpse back toward the boat.

Suddenly I feel as though I've slammed into a brick wall. I splash backwards into the water, losing hold of my burden. Nightcrawler manuevers the Lilandra up beside me.

"Are you all right?" Storm asks anxiously.

"Ah'm fine, but something hit me. Did you get the license plate number on it?"

"There's nothing around." Wolverine says, reaching out to pull me back in the boat.

Nightcrawler begins circling the boat around closer to the corpse. I hear a thunk and the boat rocks sickeningly. "We must have hit something." Nightcrawler says. "Perhaps a branch."

"Wait a minute, guys, there's something fishy here." I insist. I fly away from the boat, keeping my hand in front of me. A few yards away, I hit what feels like a smooth rock wall.

"It's some sort of force field!" I cry out, flying upward and feeling along the invisible surface. A few hundred feet up, the wall curves inward. I plunge down into the water, exploring the range of the barrier. It goes all the way down to the lake bottom and into the muck.

At the limits of my breath, I swim to the surface and emerge from the water. Landing carefully in the boat, I accept a towel from Storm.

I tell the others what I've discovered as I dry myself off. "It goes all the way down. Prob'ly curves over the whole island up above."

"But we didn't hit anything while we were going towards the island," Nightcrawler protests. "Only when we tried to move away."

"It's probably a one-way barrier to keep people from getting off the island," Wolverine guesses. "Now I've got ta see what's going on out on that rock!"

Using a boat hook, Storm hauls the soldier's body aboard. The dead man appears to have been stabbed.

"Whoever did this is undoubtedly on the island," Storm surmises. "Kurt, before we go any further, check to the near shore and back."

Without hesitation, Nightcrawler vanishes in a small explosion, leaving a puff of foul-smelling smoke behind. A few seconds later, he reappears in the same theatrical way, but he looks somewhat drained.

"Are you alright? What happened?" I ask.

Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know exactly. It was suddenly as if the shores were a hundred miles away. I couldn't make it, and had to turn back."

"I guess we have no choice but to go forward." Storm says reluctantly.

A minute later, the boat reaches Obar Island's dock–a solid, new construction, sheltering four powerboats with U.S. army identification numbers on them and a small sailboat. The shadows are lengthening considerably as I debark with my companions. The smell of smoke is heavy all around me, and I can hear the roar and crackle of a fire somewhere just in the distance.

Just as I step onto the path into the forest, Wolverine cries out, "Rogue! Look out!!" And shoves me to the ground, as a horrible buzzing sphere about the size of a volleyball swoops down over my head!

I spin around to find the sphere attached to Wolverine's wrists by steel tendrils, like space-age hand-cuffs. Wolverine turns pale and cries out in pain. "It's trying to cut me off at the wrists!"

"Ah've gotta get this thing off of Wolvie!" I think as I grab the sphere to crush it.

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yunopouts · 3 years

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Déjà Vu - l. donghyuck

-> pairing: Haechan x reader

-> genre: angst (I guess), fluff (also kind of)

-> warnings: swearing

-> requested? yes

-> a/n: I’m sorry this took literally four months I’m so bad

“Does she know?” You asked.

“What?” The brown haired boy looked up at you from the couch. You couldn't read his expression, it was too mixed to tell what he was feeling.

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows creased, wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“You’ve taken her to every single place I showed you. Don’t think that I haven’t seen you; at the stupid ice cream parlour, the cove at the beach, the treehouse.”

You felt your stomach churn as the memories came back from when his girlfriend’s post of the white ice cream shack and her artsy pictures on the stone floor of the hidden cave at your favourite beach that you and Haechan went to almost every day for four summers straight.

“God forbid you come up with your own ideas.” You muttered. The boy scoffed in response, crossing his arms over his chest.

Silence filled every crook and cranny your living room had, and it eventually became louder than the constant ticking of the clock that hung above the fireplace.

“Why did you come here, Haechan?” You glanced at him after a long while.

“I don’t know.” He averted his gaze so that he was staring at the floor and not at you.

“‘You don’t know?’” You repeated his words. “Haechan, how do you not know why you came here?!”

If he were being completely honest, he didn’t know why he came back to visit you; it’s as if he didn’t even have a reason to- he came here off of a sheer impulse.

He wanted to see you.

He was tired of his girlfriend’s constant nagging about how he never buys her anything- but in reality he is the one who pays for everything and constantly bought her everything she ever asked for.

“Oh so now you’re not going to say anything? Just like how you didn’t say a thing at Jaemin’s.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Why don’t you just leave. You don’t have a purpose for being here, you made me cancel my date. After I finally fucking moved on too-”

“I don’t love her.” He blurted.

Your head snapped in Haechan’s direction to see that he was staring at the floor with wide eyes. Peeling his eyes off of the hardwood, he looked at you.

“You don’t what, now?” The both of you shot up out of your seats across from each other, and now you were standing in front of one another.

“I don’t love her, I never have.” He spoke like he just had an epiphany. “I broke up with her, right before I came here.”

“And you came here to tell me that?”

“I guess? I don’t- I don’t know, honestly. But I don’t love her, and I love you, I love you so much. And I miss you- so much.” He rambled.

You knew Haechan wasn’t the type to come running back, but for some reason your heart skipped a beat as false hope flowed through your body.

“You can’t do that.” You stopped him.

“I know.”

“You broke up with me out of the blue.”

“I know.”

“You left me for her.”

“I didn’t though.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Pardon me?”

“I didn’t leave you for her, I would never do that. I broke up with you because of stress. I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh… you could’ve talked to me about it.”

“I know.” He took your hand in his, twisting around the familiar charm bracelet around your wrist. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I hurt you- but I didn’t want to bother you; you were busy with school.”

“You still could have talked to me.” You said, dragging your eyes elsewhere.

“I know, sorry.” He brought the hand that was in his to his cheek, cupping it himself. He pressed a gentle kiss into the bottom of your palm. “I’ve missed you so much.” Haechan moved closer, his other hand pulling you in by the waist. He brought you in so that you were millimeters apart.

You didn’t know how to act, your body was basically frozen- but when his soft lips met yours, your eyes fluttered shut and you followed his lead.

His familiar pattern of teasing you with little nibbles to your bottom lip triggered the little butterflies in your stomach. His warm, woody scent made your head fuzzy. You felt like you’d finally come home after a long vacation; like everything was falling back into place after months of not knowing what goes where.

When he finally pulled away, you breathed heavily.

“I need time.” His eyes flickered along your flustered expression.

“Of course.”

“Not too long, though.” You said with a slight pout and Haechan chuckled as a small smile danced on his lips.

“Take all the time you need.” He pecked your semi-swollen lips. “I love you.”

“Mhm.” You shimmied out of his grip and strode towards the door.

“W-where are you going?” He called after you.

“You’re taking me out on a date since I canceled mine, remember?”

You heard him mumble something from the living room before he made his way to the entrance.

“You better take me somewhere nice or else I’m leaving you right then and there.”

“I deserve it, thank you- I love you.” He said as he opened the front door for you. The boy jogged to catch up to you as you walked down the hallway of your condo.

“So you’ve said.” You adjusted yourself into his touch as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“And I’ll say it again and again.” The brown haired boy smiled, pulling you into his side. “I love you.” He mumbled against your temple as you entered the elevator.

“Me too.” You sighed, tugging him by the bottom of his coat to meet your lips once again.

#nct dream #nct 127 #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #hyuck #nct fluff #nct angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst

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luvredvelvetluv · 2 years

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SKIN-TAKER HEAD CANNONS BECAUSE I SAID SO ALSO THIS MIGHT NOT BE THE END, I HAVE PLENTY OF HEADCANNONS BUT DON'T WANT TO RIGHT EM DOWN CUZ I'M TOO LAZY

He goes by any pronouns but mostly he/they/it cuz he wants people to use random pronouns when they describe him because he wants to be more threatening >:) (he actually mostly prefers he/him).

I think he might be gender fluid I guess cuz he's been an ambassian for so long that he forgot if he's a male or a female. 🤷‍♀️

He's like if Glen close's cruella and buffalo bill had a child.

He's VERRRY chaotic in the candle cove world but is mostly someone's peepaw in the creepypasta world

He REALLY- AND I MEAN IT REALLY HATES ANIME or any pop culture thing in the creeps world because like I said, he's a peepaw but that won't stop him from breaking the television when he sees death note or sailor moon on the screen

The gaming pastas just bully him for fun because he's old school

He's just grumpy in general, in the candle cove and creepypasta world:]

He usually acts drunk all the time

Has Russian accent??? Idrk cuz like, I don't even know how to describe his voice,I have like, 3 voice headcannons for him but one of them sound similar to horror tale Toriel from the horrortale comic dub on yt- like, very soft and raspy and somehow- comforting???

He's not rich nor poor - he just lives in a run down castle-cave thingy idek-

He's fashionable ✨✨✨

Tries to be hip with the kids even tho he hates being hip I guess

He has a literal caracal along with a white tarantula and a black kitty

He doesn't speak perfect English but understands it

In a relationship with Horace horrible

He might be bi I guess cuz he wants to explore other genders.

He practices witchcraft and magic stuff

In creeps world he basically is a leader of a cult called "gorgism" cuz y'know, manbearpig (or Emerson grimes) and forced the main candle cove cast to be in it and they are invested in it soooo. ( I'll explain the crew next)

So what I mean by the cc cast, well- they are not really the actual main cast if the cc world existed and the creepypasta stuff is just spooky stories and emo teenagers in a mansion/forest but ANNYYYWAYYYS- he made these, duplicates or alternative versions of the main crew in the story cuz he's lonely but they are mostly hitmen and act the same as their real counterparts also they are somehow like pokeballs, they are in puppet form when skin boy puts them in puppet form but when they want to make them human or like- puppet human, he just throws a puppet then boom, you get a Percy counterpart

He actually has met Horace in the past and they were best friends before he sailed away to the earth

In creeps world, they are teacher to the creep kids but it doesn't do his job well cuz he just only takes them on walks making them bored and wander off.

He's really good friends with trender, but also has a rivalry against him??? Like they both are seriously fashionable

They are good friends with the puppeteer and bloody painter cuz they love art stuff along with papa grande

He is SERIOUSLY FASHIONABLE LIKE FOR MOST OF THE SEASONS HE WORE EACH DIFFERENT OUTFIT AND THE MORE THE SERIES GOES, THE MORE HEAVILY EXAGGERATED THE OUTFITS ARE LIKE DAMN BOY HE HAS A WORLD RECORD FOR SKINNING LOTS OF KIDS TO MAKE A SINGLE COAT

He has ✨gay and bi✨ vibes

He's freakin messed up in the head like- man's got trauma.

He has PTSD with the whole red mary-fiasco-kind-of-thing- and has a phobia of fire

He's a disco freak cuz y'know, 70s=disco? But he also likes other music from other eras

He doesn't HATE ALL pop culture shit like, he could get outfit inspo or listen to some grungy tunes or bands like gorillaz

Very feral- like a doberman-

He HATES SMILE DOG BECAUSE DOGS EAT BONES SO SMILE WOULD CONSTANTLY BITE HIM

Grinny is more calmer than smile so skin has no problem with grinny baby

Is seriously Afraid of Jason the toymaker because like- Jason's a perfectionist and basically hates how the puppets look ( cuz skinny cheap as hell) so he constantly kidnaps the puppets :]

He has a tounge for no reason....

Loves soft skins

HES CHEAP CUZ THE WHOLE SHOW IS CHEAP SO HE GOTTA BE A CHEAPSKATE TOO HE WOULDN'T SPEND A PENNY ON ANYTHING THAT'S WHY HIS OLD SELF EXPIRED CUZ HE CANT AFFORD SKIN/LIFE INSURANCE THATS WHY POPPY TOOK CARE OF THAT

He progressively gets more insane over the show

In the screaming episode we only see his traditional hat and cape because the whole damn budget cared about his attire than the damn show that it started running out so the cast be like "oh let's just put him in a hat and cape because we spended our life savings on different colored fabric clothes for a skeleton puppet".

Can travel to different worlds

One time they and Horace kidnapped Percy, tied him to a table,and then started to play Fich lied ( basically that one German song you gotta listen to it to imagine this scenario) then danced around with accordions,and just screaming the lyrics for no good reason, the only thing percy got from it was PTSD or nightmares from that experience

HES SOOOO LOUDDD

He likes bugs and non- human like things

One time he invited few of the creeps,then THE WHOLE CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS RAIDED HIS CASTLE SPAMMING GEN Z MEMES AND FORTNITE DANCING

Hypocrite lol

He has his own show in the creeps world thats inspired by Ru Paul's drag race

Crossdresser for life

Drag queen also

Hes like Gordon Ramsay and Simon when it comes to outfits

His own show is called "skins closet"

I'm in the middle between if he's vegan or a meat lover but prefer vegan more

He like animals

In his Tumblr sexyman days (Thade soben) he's a simp for biggy goth gf/wife Lillian ( the goth part was inspired by candlecovecorners design of Lilian)

Very hot like papyrus

HE GETS RICK ROLLED AND TROLLED ALOT ITS MADDENING

HE TROLLS TOO DONT WORRY

HE DOENST ONLY WORK ON POTIONS AND SHIT, HE WORKS ON MEDICINE

HES SO RANDOM FR

HE BASICALLY ZONES OUT ALOT OF TIMES REMEMBERING HIS PAST AND STUFF THEN SHAKES AND BE LIKE "damn I'm high"

He's high

He likes chasing children

He likes any kind of tea

So basically I think that's the end of this headcannons stuff cuz like- I got nothing else????? IDK

#creepypasta #creepy #fyppage #horror #slenderman #candle cove #skintaker #candlecove #candle cove creepypasta #theskintaker #candle cove fandom #candle cove characters #the skin taker #candlecovefandom

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rafecameron · 4 years

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super spies - r.c

Summary: In which reader follows her boyfriend to try and catch him cheating and Rafe tags along

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: This kinda sucks but im posting it anyways

*GIF is mine*

You were almost one hundred percent sure your boyfriend was cheating on you. You thought it, your friends thought it, but you needed some hard evidence before you broke up with his sorry ass. You didn’t want to throw a two year relationship down the drain over a misunderstanding, though the niggling in your stomach should be proof enough that you were right.

You text him asking him his plans for the day and he replies saying he’s staying home as he’s not feeling well. You already know this is a lie as you’re sat in your car staring at his car from across the road, you were parked close to the town centre. You supposed he really could be ill and he had stopped off to get some medicine, but you highly doubted it.

Getting out of your car you stuff your phone into your bag and head towards the shops, not sure where you would find him but determined to do so. You checked multiple shops, no sign of him in any of them. You sigh audibly to yourself, almost ready to give up before you catch a glimpse of him from across the road. You quickly duck into an alley way, poking your head round to watch where he was going, you saw him disappear into the cafe across the street.

Checking the coast was clear you bolt across the street, sneaking up to the cafe and poking your head round the corner of it to peek through the window, it’s busy inside but you can see him at the counter ordering. He didn’t look very ill to you. You glare through the window at him, watching him smile and chat to the girls behind the counter as he waits for his order, you could feel yourself getting more annoyed by the second.

You were so engrossed on watching your boyfriends actions that you didn’t notice someone coming up behind you, their head practically touching yours before the finally spoke into your ear, “What are you doing?”

You sucked in a breath of air out of shock and spun round, glaring at the amused person behind you, “What the hell is your problem?” You yell at him, hand over your pounding heart, you quickly look back into the cafe hoping that your yelling hadn’t given away your position. Luckily your boyfriend didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Why are you sneaking around? You’re acting really weird.” Rafe laughs, hands in his shorts pockets as he waits for an answer.

You sigh running a hand through your hair, you quickly grab his arm and pull him out of view of the cafe window, “I’m watching my boyfriend.” You admit, not really sure why you were telling him the truth. Sure, you’d known him your whole life, he was your best friends brother after all, but that didn’t mean you should tell him about your cheating ass of a boyfriend.

Rafe raises an eyebrow at your confession, “That’s a bit stalkerish, don’t you think?” He asks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I guess,” You shrug, “But I need to see where he’s going.”

“Why?” Rafe asks, but you don’t have time to answer him as the cafe door swings open and your boyfriend appears, walking in the opposite direction with two coffee cups in his hands.

“Be quiet.” You warn the boy beside you as you head off in the direction your boyfriend was going, you could feel Rafe following behind, you hadn’t actually expected him to tag along.

“What are we? Super spies now?” Rafe laughs behind you but you just slap at his arm and shush him in annoyance.

You follow him into a small park on the outskirts of the town, keeping close to the tree line in hopes that he wouldn’t notice you and Rafe tailing him. You quickly put a hand out to stop Rafe walking as your boyfriend comes to a stop next to a bench, handing one of the drinks to a pretty blonde girl who was sat there. She stands up as he speaks to her pulling him into a hug. His free hand goes to her waist and he leans down and kisses her quick on the lips.

Your jaw clenches in anger, gripping onto the strap of your bag harshly as you shoot daggers at the pair by the bench, “I knew it.” You said through clenched teeth.

“What a fucking asshole,” Rafe fumes from behind you, “You want me to go beat the shit out of him? Cause I will.”

You glare at them for a moment longer before turning to Rafe, eyes wet mostly from anger and frustration than from hurt, you shake your head. “He really isn’t worth it.” You reply, wiping a tear off of your cheek as you begin to head out of the park.

“You’re not even gonna confront him?” Rafe asks running up behind you, his hand rests lightly on your shoulder and you don’t have the energy to shrug it off.

“No, I’m not. Let him be happy with her, I’m over it.” You huff out, the tears on your face telling a completely different story.

“You don’t look over it.” Rafe comments, falling into step beside you.

“And what would you know about it?” You snap at him, finally pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“I know that there’s a pretty girl in tears beside me because of some absolute tool.” He states, putting his hand back on your shoulder but this time stopping you from walking, “You were right when you said he’s not worth it. He was never good enough for you.”

You scoff and shrug his hand off again, “You don’t have to be nice to me, Rafe. You don’t even know me, you’re talking shit.”

“I don’t know you?” Rafe raises his eyebrows at your statement, “I’ve known you my whole life, Y/N. I know that you spend Saturdays in Sarah’s room eating ice cream and watching shitty girls movies. I know that you broke your arm when you were seven falling off the swing in your garden. I know that when you’re sad and hurt you get angry like you are now. I also know that you’re one of the nicest people on this stupid island and you don’t deserve that asshole hurting you like this.”

You blink up at him, fresh tears falling from your reddening eyes, shocked that he paid any attention to you at all, “Rafe, I-“

“You don’t have to say anything. I get it, I’m your friends asshole older brother and you hate me, but I don’t want to see you like this.” Rafe sighs out.

You take a second to process his words before replying, “I don’t hate you, Rafe. I could never hate you.”

“Yeah? Well then why don't you let me try to cheer you up?” He suggests, smiling now which only served to pull a smile onto your own lips.

“Okay.” You nod, wiping your face free of the last of your tears and following Rafe out of the park which was now your least favourite place on the island.

“So what are we doing?” You ask him after walking in silence the whole way back to the town centre.

“I’m cheering you up.” Rafe states again, “Wait here.” Rafe pulls you to a halt and sits you down on a bus stop bench before disappearing.

You knew you should probably call Sarah and tell her exactly what’s happened, let her come and pick you up and comfort you, but for some reason you were a little excited to be spending the day with Rafe. It was probably best you didn’t tell Sarah about that part. Before long Rafe returned, handing you a cone of ice cream which caused your face to light up.

You took it from him, licking at the cold scoop on top, “This is my favourite flavour.” You state as you begin walking beside him.

“I know.” Rafe states matter of factly.

You eat your ice creams in silence as Rafe leads you to his truck, by the time you climbed into the passenger seat you had finished eating and were curious as to what you were doing next.

“So, what are we doing?” You ask, buckling yourself in and watching Rafe excitedly.

Rafe shrugs, “There’s a couple things we can do. Or I could show you somewhere, if you want?”

You furrow your brows slightly, “Show me somewhere?” You asks and Rafe just nods his head in reply, “Okay, show me.” You smile and nod.

You were expecting the drive to feel awkward, you’d never really been alone with Rafe for more than a few minutes and you were worried you wouldn’t have anything to talk about, but you were worrying for no reason. The Rafe with you today was a side of Rafe that you didn’t see very often. He was friendly and open and extremely funny. He had you in stitches in the passenger seat, making comments about the stupidest things just to hear you laughing.

You were almost upset when the truck came to a stop and it was time to get out, “I could drive round with you all day.” You admit, a slight blush on your cheeks at you confession.

“Well we can do that next then.” Rafe smiles as he climbs out of his truck.

The devastation from early this morning was completely gone from your mind as you followed Rafe, the area he had brought you to looked a little run down, somewhere between figure eight and the cut, not somewhere you expected Rafe Cameron would hang out.

He reaches out and grabs your hand, “Watch where you’re stepping.” He warns you as he leads you off the path and into a wooded area, still gripping tightly onto your hand.

“Is this where you murder me and bury my body?” You ask playfully, eyes on the ground as you follow his steps so as not to fall over the many branches scattered across the floor.

“Am I that easy to read?” Rafe asks with a chuckle.

When Rafe’s feet stop walking in front of you you look up, peeking round from behind him, “Is this-wow.” You cut yourself off, fully stepping out from behind him, “This place is beautiful.” You comment, stepping in front of him to get a better look.

He’d brought you to the tiniest cove you had ever seen, the sand stretching no more than fifteen feet either way, rocks lining the edge of the sand and trees bunching together behind you. The ocean looked bluer her, like that pale blue water you imagine in exotic places and it lapped gently at the sand.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, finally turning away from the view to look at the boy behind you.

Rafe shrugs, “Needed to get away one day, somehow found this place. I come here whenever I need to be alone.” He admits.

“Thank you, for bringing me.” You smile, “I promise I wont keep turning up and ruining your peace.” You laugh gently.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Rafe admits, he moves to sit down in the sand and you follow suit, sitting beside him and looking out across the water.

“It’s so peaceful here, I can see why you come.” You mumble out, fingers burying themselves in the sand.

You spent the whole day in that cove with Rafe, laughing, messing around, having heart to hearts. You never imagined Rafe would have such a soft side to him, you were sure he would never want anyone else to find out.

“Are you cold?” Rafe asks, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, you smile up at him appreciatively before looking back out across the ocean at the sun set, pink and orange glowing across the glittering water.

“Would you call me crazy if I said considering I caught my boyfriend cheating on me this morning I’ve had the best day ever?” You laugh softly at how stupid that sounded.

Rafe shrugged lightly, “I wouldn’t call you crazy. I’d just say you’ve learnt he was an ass who isn’t worth shit and moved on pretty quickly, it’s admirable.”

You look over at the boy sat next to you, “You think I’m admirable?” You ask.

Rafe’s eyes meet yours, the sunset casting an orange glow across his skin, “I think you’re incredibly strong, I always have.” Rafe admits.

You smile softly and don’t stop yourself when you feel yourself leaning forward, you rest a hand against his chest as your lips meet his. The kiss was soft and gently and didn’t last nearly as long as you would have liked it.

“I’m sorry-“ You start.

“Don’t me.” Rafe cuts you off, his hand coming up to the side of your face and pulling your lips against his again, this time with kiss was longer, his lips pressed against yours with more pressure. Before you knew it you were laid back against the sand, Rafe’s body hovering over yours as you got lost in the feeling of your lips together.

That’s how you spent the rest of the night, laying in the sand, pressing kisses against each others lips, noses, foreheads, cheeks. Lost in the feeling of each other and not caring about anything else, not needing anything more.

From that day onwards that became your spot. It’s where you held most of your dates, having picnics and drinks by the sea, it’s the first place you slept with Rafe and the first place you shared I love you’s and you couldn’t be more thankful to your ex for giving you the opportunity to let Rafe into your heart.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx x reader #obx #obx fic #my writing

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katakana v. Nobles

just listing out the other nobles' fights. :p

under cut

Frenzied Nobles. Since these are more the “transport” nobles, it’ll be more of a chase. Katakana has to keep up with them.*There is no interval to throw your pokemon into battle ---- Wydeer - Meets on the ledge of deertracks, and has to chase around the fieldlands + the middle area of the fieldlands. (Forest area is Kleavor’s, after all.) (Wydeer is faster at random intervals: Time distortion) - Kana can use some balms and pokemon for about an eighth of health:- Then Wydeer will use hypnosis and then flee. - The damage still holds once Kana finds it again (backstrike. If Wydeer notices he flees. Thankfully there’s a lot of grass). - Will have a psychic attack like Kleavor’s whirlwind- Besides the chipping tactic and running, it’s a lot like Kleavor. ---- Ursaluna- Katakana has to find things along the marshlands - where there are the little bogs and such with croagunk and stuff. - Ursaluna can appear (hiding/digging) around - where the alpha hippowdon (Sludge Mound) is, - the alpha sliggoo (Holm of Trials), or- in the middle of the Scarlet Bog & Bolderoll Slope. Kana’ll have to dodge to mud it flings if it notices Kata’; If Kana didn't dodge, Ursaluna will flee to another place (space distortion) - If Katakana does catch Ursaluna, the battle will commence; -Ursaluna uses a series of mud bombs (calls, and then dropping mud bombs) like Electrode uses voltorbs - during dodging it’ll giga impact/headlong rush or do a muddy water sort of thing. - Shadows going darker as the mud bombs actually fall. By the last fourth there is no wait time. - Giga impact at first, then headlong rush for the moment without attack. - Either before or after the moment, Ursaluna will try to escape by slinging mud at Kana. (Dodge = escape) - The difficulty improves like electrode. ---- Bascelegion is underwater (- Katakana likes the floating feeling of underwater, maybe dissociates underwater which causes drowning. ) - Bascelegion is encountered around Tranquility Cove after a sighting around Islepsy-Seagrass. - Kana has to be underwater and xer’s the only one that’s like the actual nobles in the game, kinda. - The arena is outlined in rocks and such underneath the waves. - Xer will have a hit and run strat, hitting Kana with a wave crash or a spectral attack. - Then it’ll swim around, slowing down (time distortion) being the only times kana can hit xim.- Every time the bar goes down a fourth, the attacks increase. - Kana has to go up every once in a while for breath; This’ll be during when you actually threw pokemon out. ---- - Sneasler will climb the cliffs fast; - Sneasler will jump down from climbing onto you like Lilgant. - Her attacks are very similar to Lilgant. - The battle field either is a place similar or is the Ancient Quarry. - She’ll jump down and dash onto/through Kana with a poison jab or drain punch - Then distortions (teleports) onto the high walls - Rinse and repeat - Like lilligant her attacks become way faster to dodge as you get her health down. - She trails poison (poison jab) around the battle field, like Avalugg or Palkia/Dialga’s ice spike and/or draco meteor. - There’s a descending dark sort of move she does by half-¾ s way. - After descending dark is a good moment to hit her with balms (I guess she distorts more since she's closer to the rift?) ----- Braviary is like Avalugg in terms of hitting it - It’ll stay high in the air - and shoot out attacks (Esper Wing, psychic, air slash) - Esper wing is the projective icicles of avalugg - It uses psychic as the shock waves, and is in the category of Avalugg's beam (except it’s the circle going inwards) - Air slash is the icicles stalagmites - After each round he tires enough to get into hitting range.- Rinse and repeat. Right well I'm brain dead this is copy pasted from my brain

so i'll just edit this later I lie to myself

#Katakana AU #nobles #noble #pokemon legends arceus #noble pokemon #wydeer #ursaluna #basculegion #sneasler #braviary

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hummingbird-games · 3 years

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Dev Blog # 17

Hello friends! Happy October! Might as well throw this out here, but the rest of the year is about to get super busy for me (and I’m guessing that’s probably the story for a lot of people so AWESOME, here’s to all of us being productive 🎉)

Aside from art (the rest of sprites and alternative outfits + the backgrounds that I’m dragging my feet in editing and coding in, waahhhh) and proofreading/edits, my goal is to be 100% done with HSD:JY. Yes that includes temp music and SFX oh God help Meaning? If I were to place it on itch.io and make it live, I would not die of embarrassment at what y’all see and interact with. Might even be proud!

Also, if I commit to and accomplish this, I can give a release date that isn't “Winter 2022″! Given my track record, you guys might see it much earlier than that, but we will revisit all of this come Jan 2022, cool?

I thought about doing a current breakdown but it wouldn’t mean anything now? The game’s been written for almost a year now, everything writing wise is coded in, so I just have to make sure it’s readable. Also, the endings “screen” is in there, could look better, but it’s in there. #Updates 😎🤘🏽

Part 2 of *I lead a busy life for the rest of 2021*, November is National Writing Novel Month, and I will be stepping back from here and other places in my life to buckle down and write the script for game 2.

Yes, there will be another project for Hummingbird Games.

I have not become jaded and given up.

...What’s game 2 about?? When will it be out?? Is it high school themed too?? IS IT A SEQUEL!?!

No it’s not teen drama or a sequel! (However, I have PLENTY of teen stories in my brain so that door stays open.) But that’s all I’m saying for now. Find me in December, maybe I’ll share a little sum-sum...

Shameless Promo??? Shameless Promo!!

Twin Coves Kickstarter goes live today!

Women of Xal had a huge update not that long ago! (also on Steam if you’re into that)

Not that it needs my help, but Step 4 of Our Life: Beginnings & Always is live, also had an update recently, and I just really love this game, it has a super special place in my heart... *sobs*

If you’re an IF lover, I have to spread some love to my lovely mutual who’s launching her Filipino Mythology inspired game, Eye of the Moon, which goes live this month

If you’re an IF lover part 2, I wanna also give some love to my friend Mila and her game Golden, which is perfect if you’re wanting some supernatural lovin’ 😏

Now That I’ve Got You Right Where I Want You...

I present to you, our rival and adversary for Ryan’s affections* (oops, there goes my bias again 😗) Vanessa Cross! While she wasn’t inspired by anybody specifically, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I was able to write her character and interactions convincingly (says my sister, a high school senior at the time of game creation and bouncing off ideas, so maybe take my pat on the back with a grain of salt LOL ).

Currently, we push the idea that girls should support instead of tear each other down, and I agree!!!!...but like...sometimes you just don’t get along with people? Also these are 15-17 year olds? 😂 everything is so intense and mistakes are made, and I love writing about this stage.

SO. Do with this info as you will, and I’ll catch y’all on the flip side. Eat some candy for me!

- Gemini

*I jest! I know the pains of your fave LI not having their proper time in the sun, so believe me when I say that no matter who you choose, you aren’t missing out. Unless you don’t do the friendship path. Then yeah, you are missing out, but whatever, I warned you 🤣😂

#gamedev #High School Daze: Junior Year #game updates #the way September flew past was hella disrespectful 😭

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 8- I Heard A Rumor

Summary: Five’s healing from his shrapnel wound, Diego’s been arrested, now it’s up to you and Allison to find Vanya.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

Tagged: @sambucky8 @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 @thatfandombitcch @alonewolfsblog @starrrybarnes @winterboobear11

The drive to Jenkins grandmothers house is long and silent, the two of you settling into a nervous quiet. Allison worried for Vanya, while you’re worried for what’s happening with Diego. Of all the times for him to get arrested and it’s right when you guys get a lead. Perfect. You cross your arms as you lean yourself against the door, closing your eyes tight and taking a deep breath as you open them once again. Looking out the window at the scenery, it’s dark out and raining heavily as Allison drives. Deciding now is as good as ever, you close your eyes and lay your head against your arm, trying to catch up on some sleep, hoping the ride goes faster.

When you open them again it’s early morning, the sun is still hiding behind the clouds leaving the world in dull blues, pinks, and oranges. You shift your gaze over to Allison who looks like she’s about to fall asleep at the wheel.

“I don’t think you’d survive a car crash...so in other words, I’ll drive the rest of the way there. Deal.” You tell her with a bit of tired humor in your voice, she gives you a weary nod, slowing the vehicle down and steering it off the side of the highway.

You both get out, switching positions, as you start the car up beginning to take down the road again. You glance over at Allison who’s already passed out on the window, “Good talk.” You mutter to yourself, content with the comfortable silence.

You get off the highway, making a couple turns here and there until you reach a gravel backroad. This is it. You cautiously make your way down the drive, past trees, ferns, and other greenery. You’d honestly be enjoying the surroundings of nature more, if this trip wasn’t about finding Vanya and her crazy boyfriend.

“Allison wake up, we’re here.” You whisper, reaching out to nudge her shoulder as you park at the bottom of the small gravel driveway. She startles awake, looking at her surroundings, relaxing once she sees how calm you are.

“That seemed fast. Thanks for driving us the rest of the way...I was seriously about to pass out at the wheel.” She explains with a yawn, you let out an amused puff of air.

“I’ve been in a car wreck before....I know surprising right...it’s not what I would consider, a fun experience.” She lets out a small chuckle at your early morning bluntness, it still amazes her how unfazed you’ve become to traumatic events that have happened to you. You’re guessing it all stems from the rapid healing and whatnot, you’re body doesn’t exactly give you a proper second to contemplate your injuries. Already deciding to heal everything quickly and get on with the next problem.

The both of you get out, slowly walking up towards the cabin, deciding to find a side entrance instead of barging in through the front. It’s best to be subtle, unlike some specific individual who you will not name. You slyly stalk your way to a low window, Allison right behind you.

“See anything?” She whispers as you peer carefully through the glass, not catching sight of anything of any real importance.

That is, until your eyes land on a black violin case, “Vanya’s violin case...but that’s it, I don’t hear any movement.” You whisper back, moving away from the window to face her, “Let’s get out of here, they can’t be that far.” You add glancing around the old cabin, she agrees and the two of you turn to leave.

——

“Someone better have fucking died, why are we stuck in goddamn traffic...in the countryside...literally nowhere. We’re not even in the city, what the hell?” You angrily ramble as Allison sits at the wheel listening to you go off. It takes another ten minutes to finally make it to some restaurant type business plaza area where something out of the norm has defiantly occured. Traffic is at a standstill once again as you look out the passenger side window at the various policemen wandering about in the nearby parking lot. She suddenly gets out of the car, noticing police cars surrounding some fenced off area with police tape all around it. You grumble, opening up your own door, flipping up your hood and hastily following her. She grabs a scarf that was hanging from off of a sign, walking over to the police tape and lifting it up to make her way into the off limits zone.

“Allison what the fu..” You start to tell her as a police officer gets to her first.

“Hey! Pardon me. Hey! I gotta ask you to stay behind the lines. We had an accident here last night.” He explains, halting her from walking any further. You make it to the yellow caution tape, standing on the outside like a civilized person.

“What happened here then?” You wonder, not unnoticing of the narly blood stain smeared on a nearby wall. Shit maybe someone did die.

“Ma’am. The line, please.” He adds, still wanting Allison to get behind it.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry.” She says, lifting up the yellow caution tape and standing next to you.

“Got a lot of stuff on the ground, okay? To be wary of.”

“What happened?” You ask again, really curious as to what’s holding up traffic.

The officer sighs while putting his hands on his hips, “We’re trying to figure that out. As soon as we do, you’ll be able to read it in the newspaper with everybody else. So have a nice day.” The officer says turning to walk away. Allison takes off her sunglasses, “Look officer, is there any way we..” He snaps back around his eyes shooting wide in surprise, “Holy shit! You’re Allison Hargreeves. I saw you on tv like two nights ago in that Sandra Bullock movie about underpaid teachers that rob a bank.” He excitedly rambles on. Rolling your eyes you flip your hood back, not caring if he recognizes you since Allison has taken it upon herself to blow cover. Your hair falls around your face as you blow a puff of wind to get a piece out of your eyes, this overly enthusiastic police officer’s mouth drops open once again. His face contorting from confusion to shock to realization. Ah, shit..he does indeed recognize you to your great surprise. He points to you excitedly, “No freakin way, you....you’re.....you’re...Y/N. This is crazy, you’re the Olympian! Of the frickin’ Umbrella Academy.” He gushes passionately, you purse your lips together, internally cringing a bit at hearing your old superhero name. The name you were given due to your likeness in powers and obvious immortality, to that likeness of the Greek gods and goddesses of mythical lore. You truly haven’t heard that name in many, many years, apparently you still have some old time fans.

“Yep, That’s us.” You fake smile at him, Allison doing the same, enjoying the recognition way more then you are.

“Oh! Wow. Hey. Never in a million years could I have thought I’d be in the presence of Allison Hargreeves and the Olympian. How bout’ that. What a day, huh.” He says, at a loss for words and what he could say next to his two idols, you and Allison just stand in an awkward silence. “Copy, Cheddar?” Speaks a woman’s voice from his cop radio. He quickly goes to answer, “Yeah, what do you got, Fred?”

“Hospital called. Perp from last night just regained consciousness.” She replies back. “Copy. I’ll be right over.” He says back, his face morphing back to that of an excited child’s, “Wow. Allison freakin Hargreeves and Y/N...the Olympian! Wow. My wife’s not gonna believe it.” He gushes yet again, you’d love to bitchslap that smile right off of his stupid face along with his dumb stereotypical small-town cop mustache. Allison just chuckles, as you cross your arms, “Anyway, I...I..I..I gotta go. Work stuff....Yeah.” He says almost sadly. “Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Allison answer with, as Officer Cheddar walks past you two, headed for his police car. “Actually, that’s...why I’m here. I’m... I’m researching a role. A law enforcement role.. with Y/N.” She explains giving you a quick side eye, you turn your head away from them, trying to hold in laughter. No fucking way is this cop gonna believe that load of bullshit. “In Jackpine Cove? We haven’t had a murder here in years.” He tells her. “Oh, uh...it’s about, um...a small-town cop who takes down a drug cartel. In fact, maybe I could tag along while you conduct some official police business? I promise...I won’t get in the way. I just...I think you could really, um...help develop my character, if I could live a day in the life, you know.” She tells him, hoping her little fib will do the trick. He nods carefully thinking it over, “Day in the life, huh? Eh..Come on. Follow me.” You’re eyes widen as your mouth drops open, how in the fuck? And she didn’t even have to rumor him, Allison you sly dog. She gives you a hopeful glance as the two of them start walking towards his car leaving you in the dust.

“It’s fine, I’ll just trail along...gotta get the car....that you’re leaving in traffic.” You grumble as they shut their doors, you walk over to your own vehicle. Opening up the door and getting inside.

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When you finally made it to the hospital, Officer Cheddar wouldn’t allow you near the wounded victim, calling it official police business or some shit. Allison gave you an apologetic look as you walked out the sliding glass doors without another word.

Leaning against your car, you watch cars come and go, birds going about their day, and listen to the sweet sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. Ever grateful for the lack of car horns honking every ten seconds. As well as the usual nasty smells radiating from parts of the city and coming from god knows where else. You close your eyes, letting your mind wander.

What was happening with Diego? Is Five’s injury healed yet? Was Klaus okay? And where the hell was Vanya? So many questions and concerns throwing themselves at you, and oh right. There’s an apocalypse happening within the week. Things just are not going tremendously well this week, well that’s not entirely true. Considering you’ve had some pretty stellar times with Diego here and there, all very nice times indeed. Ah, but of course, Allison would get to have a fun little detective adventure with the local idiot. And she didn’t even have to rumor him! Even now she always gets what she wants, she always has, no..stop..you can’t think like that. You stopped giving a shit about who got the most attention long ago, you’re not about to start feeling resentment now. But your mind can’t help itself as it starts to saunter into darker grounds.

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“Number Eight, if you weren’t so focused on the safety of Number Two, this mission would have been an utter success. But due to your lack of consistency when engaging in combat, you deliberately discontinued the annihilation of those four crime bosses. Jeopardizing the lives of their hostages, and all so Number Two wouldn’t get shot.....wounds heal.” Snaps Sir Reginald Hargreeves, as the whole of the Umbrella Academy plus yourself, sit around the dinner table. He’s verbally beating you down for saving Diego’s life on the Umbrella Academy’s latest mission. Where all of you surprise attacked a crime boss and his minions in his own mansion. You freed multiple people that where there due to human trafficking and other depraved things concerning illegal drugs and whatnot. It was successful to say the least, but a maid got shot in the arm when you decided to save Diego’s life instead. A mistake that Sir Reginald would not miss, nor would he ignore.

You glare up at him from across the table, “That maid survived. What? Would you rather have Diego die, or have a normal civilian live with some small injuries?” You ask him, as calmly as you can muster. He puts his fork down, sitting back, “You are part of the Umbrella Academy. Act like it. I will have no further arguments out of you for the rest of this meal, is that understood?” He replies sternly, cutting you off from further arguing, he takes a bite from his fork while watching your every move. You clench your jaw in frustration, no matter what you say he won’t care, “I understand.” You mutter through clenched teeth, turning away to focus sourly on your meal that you could care less about enjoying at the moment. The rest of dinner is held in an awkward silence.

As you’re returning to your room, Luther comes walking around the corner, headed for his own one. “Why do you always try and talk back to him? I mean, he is kinda right. You should have helped that woman, that’s what we’re there for.” Explains Luther as the two of you walk down the hallway.

“Of course you’d agree with him, why do I even bother.” You growl at him, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly Allison walks out of her room, joining the two of you stopped in the hallway.

“If you’re here to tell me I was wrong for talking back I’ll shove my foot up your ass.” You deadpan, her face grimacing in disgust.

“That’s lovely. But a little advice, Y/N, if you want to stay on his good side, just shut your mouth and try to be less of an asshole.” She tells you like a scolding mother, you shake your head at them, “All you two have to do is exist and follow everything daddy tells you. While the rest of us get kicked under the rug. He likes you two the best, you know. But I don’t even need to tell you...I’m positive you both are capable of already understanding that.” You whisper yell at them, sick of all their high and mighty comments, just don’t talk and let Reginald boss you around. No way. “Whatever.” Mumbles Allison. “You just don’t know how to be normal, or how to not be a smartass.” Sasses Luther rudely.

“What? We are literally the closest thing from normal for fucks sake.” You snap at him giving him a what-the-hell-are-you-serious face, he crosses his arms in annoyance.

“Don’t swear. You know we can’t say stuff like that. Dad or Pogo might hear. And Y/N, stop trying to start stuff. You wonder why Dad makes sure you’re last for everything, he doesn’t exactly like you as much....then again neither do I.” You look at him with a poker face, trying your hardest not to bitchslap him right now. It’s honestly incredibly tempting.

“I’m really feeling the family love, Luther. And by the way.....all of you suck.” You add bluntly, flipping them off as you turn on your heel and walk angrily into your room, slamming the door in their faces.

You sat in the middle of your floor for a good hour just fuming with quiet rage, until everything started to simmer down. They all get on your nerves to no end, and the only ones you can stand for longer then two hours are Vanya and Ben. Klaus is fun for awhile, that is on most occasions, until he starts trying to get you to see how long you can hold your hand over a flame before it hurts to much. Oddly fascinated with your ability to rapidly heal yourself, oddly enough you’ll usually do it, but you can only take Klaus in small doses. Then there’s Diego, who you’ve formed a solid love/hate relationship with. He’s just so weird, one minute he’s acting super cute and funny and trying to impress you or show off his knife skills so incredibly hard. Then a second later. Luther, Allison, or Reginald walks into the room and he’s being a jerk. Pretending like you don’t exist, and acting like such a hard-ass, it’s stupid. Klaus swears he’s got the fattest crush on you, but sometimes you’re not so sure, that kid gives you hella mixed signals.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door, “If it’s you Luther, I’ll shank you with a paintbrush.” You tell this mystery person, crossing your arms as you look up at the door. You hear a soft chuckle from the other side, “No need. It’s just Diego....uh...could I come in? Please?” He whispers from the other side, your heart swells and you quickly get up to open it. “What’s up loser, I hope you’re not here to crush all my hopes and dreams.” You quip opening up the door wider so he can walk in, you closing it once again. He walks over to your carpet, sitting down by a bunch of random pillows. You soon follow, sitting across from him. “So, whatcha doin here?” You awkwardly ask him, confused as to why he’s in your room, not that you mind, but still. He fiddles with one of his daggers, looking down at his hands, “Uh, I wanted to say thanks for saving my ass yesterday. Sorry you took the fall for it, that was pretty badass of you to stand up to Dad.” He tells you still avoiding eye contact, you smile at him, “Well, I’d rather not have my favorite frisbee partner kick the bucket.” He smiles at that, finally looking up at you. “Yeah, we make a pretty good team, huh.” He glances down again at his dagger, nervously twisting it in his hands, “So, uh, Y/N. I..uh...have something to um...tell you.” He looks up at you, you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat quicken as a light blush dusts his cheeks, he continues, “Please don’t think I’m weird...but I really...like..yo..” Before he can finish his declaration of how he truly feels for you, the door bursts open. Revealing Luther and an angry Reginald, “Number Two. Number Eight. You were strictly told to go to your rooms and not come out until morning. I will have none of this, Number Two, out!” He snaps.

“I’m already in my room.”

He gives you a deadly warning glare as Diego gives you a sad look before bolting out the door. Reginald following as Luther gives you a snide smile, practically silently laughing at you. Fuck off, Diego was about to tell me something important you pricks. You would have liked to say, but thought otherwise, a wonderful moment utterly ruined.

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Oh the fun childhood memories that stay with you to this day, intrusively barging their way back into your brain when you’re alone. Damn they all were little pricks back in the day, huh. All you tried to do was stand up for others and keep them safe, but all that the others wanted was to desperately please Reginald at any given opportunity. And that was the first time Diego truly opened up to you, it was short lived, but it was the start of something amazing.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hey!” Shouts Allison who’s running to you, your head snaps up at the sudden noise.

“What? I can hear you, calm down.” You tell her, pushing yourself off the car door.

“Vanya and Leonard Peabody were just here this morning. They were here, when we were at the cabin, they must have come back. We gotta go.” She hurriedly rambles, taking the keys out of your hand and opening up the drivers side.

“Well shit.” You run around to the passengers seat, hoping in quickly, as Allison takes off towards the cabin.

The drive is thankfully short, but by now the suns beginning to set as a new darkness starts to engulf the land. It’s beautiful and calming to feel the night air and listen to the wind sway the pines back and forth. But you have no time to fully enjoy it, to worried and on guard for what you and Allison might run into.

“What the hell. Why’s it so windy all of a sudden.” You say aloud, shutting the car door and turning to walk up the gravel driveway. “Yeah, this is definitely odd.” Mutters Allison, equally as puzzled.

As you both reach the porch, the sound of Vanya’s violin wafts its way out and into the quiet night air. It’s beautiful, with the exception of all the lights and other porch furniture that’s swaying to the wind, er music. You’re not completely sure what’s going on. “Vanya? Is that you?” Shouts Allison as she looks into a window, quickly walking up to the door and opening it. No regard for safety, come on Allison we talked about this, you think to yourself as you follow her into the windy cabin. “Vanya, there you are. What is going on?” Allison half yells, bringing Vanya’s attention to the two of you. “Hey V.” You wave at her awkwardly, as she stops playing her violin.

“What are you two doing here?” She questions, trying to figure out how you would have found her, and most importantly why?

“We came to find you. Are you okay?” Allison worries. “Yeah.” Vanya says with a small but confused smile.

“Vans, you wouldn’t happen to know what’s causing all the spooky ghost wind? Now would you?” You question her, giving the room a short look around.

“Me.”

Allison walks in closer, “What do you mean, me?” She asks, confusion clear on her features. You furrow your brows, puzzled as well. “I mean....I made those things happen. With my powers. Turns out I’ve had them all this time. It’s weird, huh?” Vanya tells the both of you, her voice holding a tinge of resentment.

“It’s in..it’s incredible.” Allison gasps, shocked and amazed at this new information.

Vanya’s face falls, “But?”

“Can we just leave now. We’ll all have a nice lovely conversation about it in the car.” You rush, feeling the tension in the room starting to increase, as you attempt to get things rolling.

“Why?” Wonders Vanya. Allison glances down for a moment, sighing softly, “You’re not gonna want to hear it.” She warns, oh right, we gotta tell Vanya about her psychotic boyfriend. That’s gonna go well.

“Well, that’s never stopped you before.” She adds dryly, ouch. But well deserved.

“Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins.” Allison pauses for a moment, letting the information sink into Vanya, “Remember when I couldn’t find anything in the library on Leonard? It’s because Leonard Peabody doesn’t exist. Harold Jenkins does.” She explains, Vanya listens in silence, not sure what to believe anymore.

“She’s right. He was in prison for 12 years. The sick fuck murdered his father when he was 13...his pops might have had it coming..but still.” You tell her, further backing up Allison’s facts.

“This is...insane. His dad was an engineer at the..” Allison cuts her off, “I have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you.”

“I don’t...I don’t understand.” Vanya says shaking her head, not believing in these obscene facts. You walk closer to Allison, who’s standing a couple feet away from Vanya. “Leonard, Harold, Yeah man. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, and it sounds crazy. But we were in his house, this wack-job has pictures of us with our eyes gouged out.” You urge, trying to help her understand. Her brows furrow in agitated bewilderment, “Wh..What?” She starts as Allison quickly interrupts her, “I promise I will tell you everything in the car, but it is not safe.” Rushes Allison worriedly as she grabs Vanya’s arm, pulling her a couple feet towards the door. “No, stop.” Objects Vanya, sitting down in a rocking chair, Allison falling to her knees in front of her. “Look, um...I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to hear this...how you feel right now, but I..I love you, and I just...I wanna be here for you, as your sister.” Pleads Allison, desperately trying to get Vanya moving and away from this place. You stand back, folding your arms in concern, you can feel a heavy uneasiness crawling over the room.

“There’s just no way. I love him. This just doesn’t make any sense. And this power...I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do.” Mutters Vanya, her face washing over in troubled distress, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.

“Now I understand.” Whispers Allison, apparently remembering a long forgotten memory, “When we were four. Dad told us you were sick. You had to be isolated. We were so young. None of us knew to question it. But then he asked me to do something I never understood...until now. He made me an accomplice.” Explains Allison shamefully, bowing her head down in disgust for what she did. You watch Vanya’s shocked face, you had no idea any of this happened. And clearly neither did she.

“You did this to me?” Whispers Vanya.

“I...I didn’t realize.”

“You knew this whole time? That I had powers!” Shouts Vanya, getting up off the rocking chair in a fury. “No, no! I didn’t understand until we came today, until I saw it.” Pleads Allison standing up as well. You just stand back and continue to watch the shit-show, damn, this family continues to surprise you to no end.

“Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you never wanted me around.” She cries, anger and sadness fueling her.

“What? No!”

“You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house, your...your dominance.” Vanya continues, her temper rising by the minute. “That is not true.” Adds Allison, Vanya screaming back, “You couldn’t handle the fact that Dad might find me special.”

“You are special, with or without powers.” Snaps Allison desperately.

“Don’t...Don’t say that!” Screams Vanya, her face a mask of hurt and anger. “We have a chance to start over.” Allison tells her calmly, Vanya not buying into anything, “You destroyed my life!” She yells. You throw your hands up to your hypersensitive ears, not being able to stand the shouting anymore.

“Oh, come on Vanya. Everything is out in the open. We can move on.” Begs Allison getting frustrated. Vanya shakes her head, “Oh, I’m moving on. But not with you, or Y/N, with Leonard.” She snaps, you interject for the first time, “With Harold, the crazy bastard remember.” She ignores you, screaming back, “With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me!” Allison stands back, lightly chuckling at the ridiculous thought of this random psychopath loving anyone. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not threatened now.” Says Vanya calmly, you look around you as the wind begins to pick up in the cabin once again, shit.

“I don’t wanna argue with you.” Begins Allison, Vanya vocalizing her rage, “Then go! I don’t want your help!” She wails, you cover your sensitive ears tighter.

“Vanya, I love you!” Allison cries, begging her to listen.

“Stop saying that!” Screams Vanya, even louder then before. Allison’s face scrunches up in confusion as she looks around the windy room, “Are you okay?”

“I said go!” A second later the lights above Allison shatter, raining down glass into your hair and hers. “Please don’t make me do this.” Begs Allison, at her whits end, and out of ideas on what to do about Vanya’s growing outrage. You take a step back, your legs hitting the front of the couch, afraid of what she’s about to do next, “I heard a rumor..” Allison begrudgingly starts, without warning Vanya reacts with lighting speed, you watch on in horror as Vanya whips her violin string across Allison’s vulnerable throat. Slitting it in one clean motion, your eyes shoot over to a shocked Allison, then deep red blood begins pooling out of her neck. Her eyes go wide as she raises her hands to stop the bleeding, you and Vanya race over to her as she begins to fall to the carpeted floor. “Allison!” Screams Vanya, terrified at what she had just done. “I didn’t mean to...I didn’t....I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She cries, glancing at you then back to Allison as hot tears begin streaming down her face. You listen to the strained gasps coming from Allison, as you rip off the bottom of your shirt and place it firmly where the injury is, doing your best to stop the bleeding. While Vanya’s hyperventilating next to you, you can hear Leonard urging her to get up and follow him out the door. He rushes over, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her away, you snap out of your trance of saving Allison’s life.

Racing after them, Leonard shoves a hysterical Vanya out the door, before he whips around to face you, who’s staring daggers at him from the doorway.

“The Olympian. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He says with an agitating grin as you sneer at him.

“Well, I wouldn’t stay to excited about it for much longer.” You snap, he chuckles at that while taking a step back.

In an instant you lunge at him, pushing him ferociously into the porch railing, the boards snap as they catch his weight. He staggers to his feet, wiping a smear of blood from his mouth and letting out a ragged cough while giving you a sly smile as he goes to picks up Vanya, “You won’t be able to move for quit awhile. And that’s all we need.” He tells you mysteriously, turning away and hastily limping down the steps, hand in hand with Vanya. You snap out of your daze, going to take a step to finish the job when your stomach has the most intensely jarring sharp pain, practically screaming at you to stop. You look down, this fucker stabbed you with a Swiss Army knife. “Goddammit.” You groan, grabbing its hilt and pulling it painfully out of you. Some blood squirts out and drips onto the wooden floor. You grimace, lifting the bloody blade up to your nose, you take a small sniff. “Oh fuck.” You deadpan, he coated the blade with some type of poison. You’re not sure what from, but you can tell its been tampered with, this dick knew what the fuck he was about, damn he must really hate the Umbrella Academy.

Knowing you probably only have a couple minutes left before the toxins fully reach into your system. You drop the knife, stumbling over to a barely conscious Allison. You fall to the floor, grabbing the arm of the couch with your left hand. Your whole body feels sick and you start to sweat heavily, you’re not sure if you’re about to vomit or not. Luckily it passes, replaced by an intense agonizing pain stabbing at your stomach, at least you can still breath. You crawl to Allison’s legs, leaning yourself against the couch, fighting to keep yourself awake, you have to stay awake, you have to fight through the poison that’s desperately trying to kill you. But everything feels so fuzzy and you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. It’s deafening. Nonetheless you crawl forward, reaching your right hand up to press gently onto her bleeding wound.

You don’t know how long you’ve been slumped on the floor in agony, straining to keep your eyes open as bloody drool seeps out from the side of your mouth. But you could have swore you just heard the sound of car doors slamming shut. A moment later the screen door bursts open, Luther entering first, followed by Klaus, Five, and Diego. Luther races over to Allison’s left side, since your slowly dying on her right. Klaus kneels down in front of you, lifting your head up, it’s so hard to move, your body feels like it’s on fire and tied down by a thousand ship anchors.

“Y/N, what happened? What’s wrong with you?” Pleads Klaus breathlessly, terrified that you’re not healing right away. It’s how poison works, it won’t kill you, but damn will it keep you awake in a half dying state until the affects wear off.

Diego suddenly materializes from up above you, your vision is so blurry, you could barely tell it’s him. You can’t clearly make out a single comprehensible word from either of them. But a minute later you can feel yourself being lifted, and carefully carried out the door and down the steps. Where you’re then put into a car, your head and shoulder is leaning against something soft and warm. Presumably Diego or Klaus but you can’t tell anymore. Then the vehicle begins to move, the dull rumbling of the engine, forcing you into a half-conscious state. You don’t remember the ride home.

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A to Z of LynnCove: G is for Growing Family

SOme snippets of Lynn and Cove’s first child together. This is long but it wasn’t as perfect as it could have been. I still really enjoy it either way.

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They weren’t even sure if it was going to work. The two of them had always wanted to have kids together, even now after Lynn had top surgery to feel more comfortable in their own body. Though there was some hint of … doubt , in their mind that told them it would never work for them. Though Lynn hadn’t been feeling the best recently, throwing up and the like - but they had mentioned that a bug was going around the aquarium staff , so anything was both on and off the table. Still… they had decided to take the test and see.

Cove waited outside of the bathroom anxiously. His back pressed against the wall, he tried counting the boards in their hallway floor to pass the time. When Lynn left the bathroom, he looked up at them, only to find their eyes full of tears. He jumped to his feet instantly, arms reaching to rub his spouse’s shoulders.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay Lynn, there’s always another-” He spoke, but he was cut off by the soft, but tear filled chuckle of his spouse.

“Look at the test, silly. I’m not sad at all.” Lynn pressed the little piece of plastic into his chest, taking a step back so they could watch their husband’s expression. Cove looked down at it as though he was looking for the meaning of life on this little thing. When he saw it he gasped involuntarily, and looked up to meet the eyes of Lynn.

“So we..?” He asked, eyes beginning to brim with tears.

“Yeah.” Lynn beamed at him, nodding in response. “We’re going to be parents.”

Cove dropped the test and went to hug Lynn, the two of them crying many, happy tears. Though it was just their first try, it was still a large feat for them and the two of them were beyond elated. There was going to be so much to do.

[Rest under the cut]

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Telling Cove’s mom happened to be first, as she wasn’t in the area and thus they had to call her to tell her. Cove had dialed his mother’s number, his heart rate picking up as he waited for her voice to come over the other end.

“Heyy babyy!” Kyra chimed out as she connected the call, “What is my son up to?”

“Hey Mom. I have some big news for you.” Cove’s voice was shaky, as he was a mix of nerves and excitement as waited for his mom to ask what.

“Ooh okay. Let me guess. Good news or bad news? You sound nervous.” Kyra could always tell her son’s tone over the phone, and on her end it was more obvious that he was nervous about something. She didn’t have any idea what his news could be.

“Good news, mom. Very good news.” Cove had done some breathing and calmed down a little, though he was still quite nervous. The pieces fell together in Kyra’s brain. He wouldn’t call like this for something like a promotion… and since it wasn’t bad news it had to be -

“Oh my god! Lynn is pregnant, aren’t they?!” She shouted on her end of the phone, Cove having to pull his phone away from his ear for a second. His face heated up with a blush.

“Yeah, mom. Lynn and I are going to be parents soon. Lynn is very excited, and so am I.” Cove smiled, and he felt that his mother knew he was happy too.

“So how did your dad and Lynn’s moms take it?” Ah. There was the question. Kyra assumed that she was the last to get the news, not the first.

“We were going to tell them over dinner. Aya too, and Lizzie.” There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Cove contemplated calling out to his mother before she answered.

“I hope that dinner goes well then. Sorry, I had to step out before the people at the office though I was crazy for yelling with excitement.” Kyra smiled as she heard her son’s laughter on the other end.

“I want more updates, and I expect the two of you to visit me soon. Haru wants to meet the two of you and I know you said you wanted to meet him as well.” Cove hummed in response.

“We’ll make time to come out before it gets too hard for them.” Cove answered.

“Knowing Lynn, they’ll kick your ass if they hear you say that. Alright baby, I have to get back to work. Call me soon. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

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Dinner with the family was going to be an especially fun affair this time. The group usually all had something to share with each other as it had been a month or so since they’d all last seen each other. This time it was going to be big, especially since it had been around five months since the group had last met. Everyone had been rather busy lately. Shiloh was starting his new book, Lizzie had her store to run, and their kid was ever the little bugger. Aya and Mr.Holden were both hard at work, and Ma and Mom were doing their own things. Lynn too, besides the big news, was doing some good things at work. She’d been doing great at the show she ran occasionally, and they’d gotten a new fish in. Though, Cove was dead sure that no one would be able to top their big news

Lynn wore a nice pair of black slacks and a white long-sleeved shirt that they left a little unbuttoned, braiding their hair to the side. Cove wore a similarly nice outfit for the evening and shook his head at his spouse with a smile at their outfit.

“One of us is going to have to change.” He spoke, moving forward to take their hand.

“Well it’s not going to be me. I won’t have many chances to wear nice clothes like this in a while.” Lynn chuckled softly and pulled their husband closer, Cove settling his hands on their waist and kissing them sweetly.

“You’ll look amazing no matter what. You always look amazing.” Cove spoke though pressing kisses all over their face, with Lynn giggling softly.

“Alright you sap. Let's get going.” They stepped away from their husband and waved goodbye to Fleche as they headed off to where they’d be having dinner at.

The restaurant was a fairly fancy place, somewhere that the group had only been a few times for various different family meals. It was a nice place for the two of them to tell their big announcement… though they knew that their family was prone to making scenes. Even Aya was a fun character, a loud and very warm woman who loved to bear-hug her stepson and step-child-in-law. Lynn and Cove walked into the restaurant and were directed over to where the family was. Lynn’s side was all there, except for Bernie, Lizzie and Shiloh’s kid.

“Hey you two!” Lizzie called out to her little sibling and their husband. Mom and Ma got up to give the two of them hugs.

“Hey.” Cove spoke still shyly, Lynn meanwhile giving both of their moms a hug.

“Its been a while since we all met like this. I can’t wait to hear the hot news.” Lynn smiled and spoke as they sat down, with Cove taking a seat next to them. What big news indeed. There was some small chatter until Aya and Mr. Holden arrived.

“I hope you didn’t start the party without us.” Mr. Holden spoke with a smile. Cove got up to hug his father, Aya too, pulled him into a warm hug as well. The group all sat down for their meal and ordered their drinks. Lynn was never one for drinking, even though they used to smoke as a teenager, and thus when they ordered an iced peach tea it wasn’t anything to bat an eye at. No, the real fun came when they were all getting their food handed to them. Now, announcing big news in the middle of eating wasn’t the smartest idea, but it was what they’d planned on doing, as sharing news while eating was the norm for the family. Lynn loved the vegan meals that this place had to offer, especially so was the vegan fettuccine alfredo their favorite. So they ordered it, and it came out, but when it was placed in front of them…

“Oh god I think I’m going to be sick.” Lynn stood up from the table quickly, and without a moment to spare - darted off to the bathroom. Cove looked from where his spouse had been sitting, to where they’d run off to, the waiter also looking equally as confused.

“I’m terribly sorry for my partner. They’ve been feeling sick lately. Could you take it back and we’ll order something else?” He’d taken it like a real champ, and the waiter nodded and took the dish back to the kitchen. When Lynn returned all eyes were on them. They’d undone their braid when they’d thrown up in the bathroom, and it was now in a rather messy looking bun.

“I suspect you have questions.” Lynn spoke as they sat back down.

“Of course.” Mom responded, “But I’m more concerned with wether or not you’re doing okay? That’s not like you.” She looked at her child with the concerning eyes of a mother. Lynn let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of their neck. Cove looked at them, and Lynn met his eyes for a moment for Cove to nod, taking their hand in his.

“I’m pregnant.” Lynn spoke after taking a deep sigh. Mr. Holden nearly spit out his drink, instead choking it down roughly while the rest of the party looked on in surprise.

“Oh my goodness Lynn!” Ma was the first one to react, with a wide smile on her face as she reached across the table to her child. Lynn took their ma’s hand, finally letting themselves smile. “I’m so proud of the two of you.”

Cove caught his dad’s expression out of the corner of his eye, turning to see the old man wiping tears away.

“Dad.” Cove spoke with a teasing, yet loving tone. Mr. Holden let out a laugh with some tears.

“I’m happy for the two of you, kid. To think, it feels like just yesterday that we moved to Sunset Bird and the two of you met. Now you’re married, successful adults who are going to have a child. I think past Cove would be surprised.” Mr. Holden offered a thumbs-up to his son. Lynn chuckled a little, though a warm blush appeared on their face.

“Past Lynn always had a crush on Cove. I think she would be a bit shocked to find who I’ve become.” Lynn looked down at their lap with a warm smile.

“Nonsense!” Lizzie spoke. “We’re all proud of you becoming who you are, and I think past you would be as well. I can’t wait to see what kind of kid you’ll have.”

The rest of the dinner went along rather smoothly, Lynn though, was a bit sad that they had to order something different for dinner, since their favorite wasn’t agreeing with them. The family was all rather supportive… though they did exchange betting money, having placed the bets a long time ago. Ma won, by the way. After going home and returning to their fur baby, Lynn and Cove relaxed again .

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Lynn hated this. They were ready for this child any day now at this point, their whole body ached and it was hard for them to do much of anything. The aquarium had given them maternity leave, though their coworkers had jokingly called it lynn-ternity leave since Lynn wasn’t male or female. It had been a rather easy go at it at this point though, besides all the usual pain. Lynn was thankful that they weren’t as big as they were right now during the summer, as all they’d been wearing for the past month or so were leggings and sweaters.

Cove was being as ever-helpful as always, the two of them going to some local classes for expecting parents like them, and were both learning a lot. They’d lay together at night and joke about things like naming their kid after a fish, or wondering how long until they could teach their baby how to surf… that kind of thing. It seemed to excite the little one, who seemed to move around and cause Lynn some discomfort whenever they mentioned the ocean.

Cove had taken off work as well, and his job had sent some gifts home with him from the people he helped. It was all sweet, really. They’d spend their days working on the nursery, which was in the extra room that they had in their house. They had their bedroom, a study-slash sunroom, and then this room.. Which was now their son’s room. Son.

It had been months since they found out what the sex their child would be was. A part of Lynn remained unsure, a bit worried that it would turn out like they had when they were born… being intersex wasn’t a bad thing, and the two of them promised that if their child was born that way… they’d not force them to change anything unless it would cause significant medical harm. Otherwise, what sex or gender their baby turned out to be was of no issue to them - they were just excited to meet the little one. Or in lynn’s case… they were impatient.

Lynn groaned softly as they stood up from the couch in the study/sunroom. They were deeply bored and was wondering where their husband had run off to. If he’d left he’d tell them, either personally or with a text … but if Lynn was honest, Cove hardly ever wanted to leave Lynn alone these past few weeks. It was a bit suffocating at times, but he gave them space - even if they were just in different rooms of the same house.

Lynn didn’t have to go far, he wasn’t in their son’s nursery, but he was in the bedroom. Cove was laid out on the bed, a book in his hand and glasses on his face … but he was asleep. Lynn chuckled softly to themselves as they went to go lay down next to them... they could do with a small nap or so. The moment that they’d laid down though, was when Cove felt the dip of the bed next to him and opened his eyes.

“Hey.” Cove hummed, setting his book down on the end table, “Come to nap with me?” Lynn hummed in response, moving closer to their husband.

“I was just thinking about names before I fell asleep.” Cove sheepishly spoke up again as he wrapped an arm around Lynn’s shoulders.

“We’re naming him after the ocean, right? I mean we gotta.” They chuckled softly, though only shook his head with a smile. His long, green hair tied to the side in a loose ponytail.

“We don’t have to, you know. There’s no rule.”

“I know love, but I think it would be cute. Like your name.” Cove heated up at Lynn’s words

“There aren’t that many unique names like mine.” He mumbled softly, though one look from Lynn and his mouth shut just as quickly.

“You’ve met my friends. Pen, Hero, and come on.. Jersey! People seem to want to pick whatever they want for a name, why can’t we have a little fun?” Lynn laced their fingers with Cove’s, whose other hand went to rub Lynn’s bump.

“Don’t listen to Lynn, sweet baby. I’ll be there to make sure they don’t choose something completely awful.” Lynn gasped at the remake their husband made.

The two of them ended up not napping at all, and laid there side by side running off names to eachother. At one point Cove had grabbed his tablet from the sunroom and brought it in so that they could look at some websites to give them ideas. There were just so many options. In the end, they had a small list of names that both of them could agree on. Ones that were unique, or normal, and some that were undoubtedly inspired by the ocean.

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When it was all over, and their son was placed into their arms, It was a brilliant feeling. Lynn was sweaty and a mess, but they’d never felt more alive in that moment when their eyes first fell on their son.

“Hello little one.” Lynn cooed at the newborn. “I’m your noni.” Lynn hummed, the term feeling good in their mouth. Lynn and Cove had wondered what their son would call them. Cove was Dad, or Papa, or Daddy…. But Lynn… Lynn had settled on a few before it was time, and Noni was the one that just felt… good, in that moment. They looked up and their eyes met Cove’s, and with a large smile, they beckoned him to come closer.

“Would you like to hold him?” Lynn asked and Cove blushed, his face a bright red.

“I-I’d love to!” Cove moved to stand right next to his partner’s bedside, and peered over at the small bundle that laid in their arms. The little one seemed to have a bit of hair on them, that same green hair that matched his father’s, they wouldn’t know the eye color for a little while, but the face reminded him of Lynn’s only with his nose. Lynn showed him how to hold their son, and watched their husband take the small bundle from their arms.

Cove marveled at this small thing. It took so much work to get him here, and the joy he felt in his chest was nothing short of overwhelming. Cove took his free hand to gently rub the baby’s cheek, the biggest of smiles on his face.

“What are the two of you naming him?” The nurse asked, curious for curiosity’s sake. Lynn met Cove’s eyes and he nodded at them, with Lynn turning back to the nurse.

“His name is Triton.”

#our life beginnings & always #Our Life #Cove Holden #Cove Holden x Lynn Cho #OC: Lynn Cho #tw pregnancy #mywriting

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Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! Review

Muahahhhahahhahahaha! Thanks to the Walmart tradition of stocking movies for sale weeks before the intended release date, I have myself a copy of what claims to be Scooby Doo’s FIRST Halloween adventure!

…in spite of movies like Witch’s Ghost and Goblin King, holiday specials like WNSD’s A Scooby Doo Halloween (which had a haunted Scarecrow too…), BCSD’s EL Bandito (for Dia de los Muertos - obvs not the same, but most companies act like it) and Halloween, The NSDM’s Halloween Hassle at Dracula’s Castle, and the DTV short film Scooby Doo and the Spooky Scarecrow (which, ironically enough, did NOT take the opportunity to feature Dr. Jonathan Crane).

So let us take a look now at Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! and see whether this film will be a graveyard smash of a treat, or a black licorice bomb of disappointment.

Full review (and SPOILERS TO GO WITH IT) are below the cut in my new review format; if all goes smoothly, I’ll go with this for future Scooby films.

WARNING: This review is very long.

One minor note before we begin: the Special Features actually include BCSD’s Halloween, WNSD’s A Scooby Doo Halloween, and PNSD’s Ghost Who’s Coming to Dinner

...so they were AWARE this was not the first Halloween adventure of the Scooby gang, and yet still use that tag line. Hm.

Still, kudos for including them - this’ll help boost the reasons to keep this movie, if it turns out to be a real Milk Dud of a movie *ba-dum tish* :D

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The movie starts off rather abruptly, actually - no slow pan over the setting, just WB Animation credit and BOOM, we’ve cut to a Halloween parade and Elvira is talking.

I’m of a mixed opinion including Elvira on top of having Bill Nye and a Batman Rogue - while she most certainly fits the Scooby aesthetic, it doesn’t feel as grand an impact after her weird little cameo in Return to Zombie Island (ugh) and I’m not sure how well the movie will balance her in wait a minute

wait just a

WAIT A MINUTE

Did - did that parade float skeleton just sing Crystal Cove as the town’s name?

oh no.

Oh No.

....also their song is terrible and they should feel terrible.

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Fred: We got him! Banh Mi Shop, second floor!

me: the heck is a Banh Mi Shop? *mild googling noises*

So I guess Jonathan Crane really had a craving for a Vietnamese sandwich before he enacted his Halloween scheme.

...you think he’s a lemongrass chicken type of guy or a BBQ pork guy? It’s always hard to guess at these things, esp when coffee and pumpkin spice aren’t on the table (as per fanon, of course)

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Velma: We have a flawless track record!

So I guess WB is just gonna ignore the past few DTV retcons established in 13 Ghosts and Return to Zombie Island?

I mean that rather defeats the purpose of them existing at all, but fcuk YEAH I can get behind throwing that retcon garbage out of canon!

And STAY OUT!!

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Shaggy, talking about ghosts being real: I’m like the boy who cried wolf - I keep warning you but like, you won’t believe me until I finally get eaten!

Yet again, Warner Bros makes a wolf reference to Shaggy. Yet again, I am torn asunder between wanting werewolf!Shaggy in a new Scooby property, and fearing for the appearance of werewolf!Shaggy in a new Scooby property.

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Velma: Point is, being afraid is a waste of time!

Scarecrow, LITERALLY EXPLODING THROUGH A BRICK WALL three buildings away:

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He’s floating through the air and t-posing to assert his dominance 🤣🤣🤣

Gods bless animation 😁

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Daphne @ Shag and Scoob locking themselves in the van: Are you serial?

Me: wait, SERIAL? *re-reads captions* yup, that says “serial”.

Is this an editing mistake? I don’t think that works here…unless that’s supposed to be a joke on how they always do this. But then why would that be an irritating surprise, they literally do this EVERY episode 🙄

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Oh hey, Red Herring’s Party Screams truck has Red Herring running out of it

Could this be a hint to how the story goes? The villain appearing on a literal Red Herring?

Naaaaaah, WB’s not THAT smart

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So if we take @captainbaddecisions crack theory on Jonathan Crane being Shaggy’s uncle seriously, does this mean that Jonathan is using magic to fly, float fear toxin orbs around himself, and making things explode, a la the family trait of Crack Theory A?

Logically he’s probs using wires or magnets or some shit, but it’s a fun thought to entertain 😁

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Welp, we finally get the opening credits! … with Jonathan Crane smashing through the Mystery Machine’s windshield, set to a slow poppy song straight from the 60s, and spewing the title of the film out in glittery pink mist.

All the while Scooby and Shaggy throw candy at each other, deliberately obtuse to the cloud of fear toxin enveloping their friends and the townsfolk, the steady destruction of the Mystery Machine they’re laying in as multiple cars crash into it and send it spiraling, and the general mayhem and destruction that Scarecrow is causing

Never change, guys, never change

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I just choked on my lemonade

There’s an article plastered to the roof of the Mystery Machine titled “Talking Dog Confounds, Ignites Ethics Debate Over Dog Labor”

ahahahahaha

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Annnnnnnnd there goes the Mystery Machine, tumbling in the air and over the roads with Shaggy and Scooby still inside without seat belts. Will they perish in this horrible road accident? Will Death finally come to claim them at last?

Of course not. This is Shaggy and Scooby we’re talking about - I’m almost positive they can survive anything up to and including a nuclear bomb. This is child’s play to them.

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So they “capture” Scarecrow… by pinning his cape to a tree with crossbow bolts.

And they do not try to at least tie up his arms or his hands in ANY capacity.

JUST the cape.

...you know, Velma, for a team with a “flawless” track record, you guys are making a hecking TON of mistakes in facing against one of Batman’s ROGUES GALLERY, ESPECIALLY with no Batman in sight, good freakin’ grief. 😩

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Yaaaaaaaaas, this Scarecrow design is LUSH

He’s got the lank, the height, the BTAS costume colors, the elongated face with beaky nose and pointed chin and angular cheekbones, the eyebags like Gucci, the furrowed brow… honestly the only thing missing is the more reddish color hair, and even that isn’t mandatory. I love 😍

Not to mention the HOT DAYUM voice he has - low and velvet rough and so godsdamned particular in a way that could either tie in to obscuring a southern accent as in fanon or just as a stringent academic, oh my yes. He’s voiced by someone called Dwight Schultz, who’s most well known for playing Captain ‘Howling Mad’ Murdock in the OG A-Team show, and someone called Reginald Barclay in Star Trek TNG and Voyager, if any of y’all know that character in particular.

And of course, the first line he says is a delightfully wry “Oh, but I AM getting away with it,” with the sort of smirk that absolutely lends credence to why he’s a threat to Batman, and not some simpering wimp that can be defeated with some crossbow bolts in a tree.

I think I’m going to enjoy this movie at least somewhat, so long as we get to see him 🥰🥰🥰

(tho on a side note: Daphne why on EARTH are you trying to film Crane saying the meddling kids line? Do you have a video compilation of past villains who’ve done that, and you hope to add his to it? Was your phone damaged when you went up against the Riddler a few DTVs ago and you want a second shot at recording a Gotham Rogue saying it? Bc I don’t think a Gotham Rogue would be too pleased with seeing himself as a Mystery Meme on the Youtubes, you get what I’m saying?)

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Okay, so the floating orb things are explained away as fear toxin bomb drones somehow… despite looking nothing like the other drones and being much smaller with no visible propulsion, while also flying unassisted through and around objects to explode against places once flung…

(tho interesting note, none of them are aimed directly at the crowds, just behind them - odd, that)

But how did he heckin’ FLY at the beginning?

Yeah, they show him wearing wrist-mounted grappling hooks at the end of the intro song sequence, but they are NOWHERE IN SIGHT at the beginning - and I do mean in sight, since he emerges against a backdrop of flames. There was nothing there (see the T-pose above for further evidence), and nothing there when he FLEW THROUGH THE MYSTERY MACHINE’S WINDSHIELD AND FLEW BACK OUT AGAIN. And these things are pale silver, which stands out like crazy against the darker backgrounds, so no hand-wavy ‘they were always being used’ bullcrap we’ve seen in other movies.

Hmmm *scribbles in notepad* note to self, add notation concerning Crack Theory A on magic!Shaggy to “Uncle Crane” theory files - evidence denotes that Crane is able to fly (or at least hover in mid-air unassisted) for terrorization purposes. May boost strength of CTA by family association, lending credence to magic inheritance along the bloodline...

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“Avocado Toast Generation”? Crane, I honestly don’t know if you really mean that, or if you understand just how much that phrase gets under any Millennial/Gen Z kid’s skin. Having seen multiple variations of your character, it really could swing either way (tho kudos on the dead switch idea - very nice 👍🏻)

Although this does lead to an interesting stand-off: Fred, upon seeing the town threatened with 3 days worth of fear toxin, immediately moves to let Crane go, while Velma stops him and refuses to consider compromising if it means Crane escapes. They both look legitimately frustrated at the other for taking the stance they do.

Fascinating~

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Hmmm

Crane honey, I don’t know if your drones are made of flash paper and hope, or if Scooby and Shaggy are using the reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally old candy (the stuff made about ~3 years ago most neighborhoods give out to the teenagers that knock around midnight on Halloween) to shoot them down, but either way you may wish to speak with the manufacturer about this

Then again, this IS Shaggy and Scooby - they probably could’ve spat marshmallows at the drones and brought them down with equal success and explosions

(and good on them for shooting those down! Atta boy 👍🏻)

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Aw dang it

1. They still have Crane captured and now in handcuffs (despite having… you know… NOT been bound by anything except cross bolts in his curtain cape thing)

2. Dwight Schultz has decided to pitch his voice higher and more nasally than what he has. Hopefully this is more of an incredulous sort of pitch than something that sticks for the rest of the movie, ugh.

Also, I think they’re framing the movie to be more Velma-centric this time around - she’s the one explaining to Crane how they tracked him down, apparently through a piece of fan mail he sent Elvira (is that the only reason she’s there? Also why was Velma examining random pieces of fan mail for toxins, Elvira probs gets hundreds a week irl) and it looks like they’re framing something up on how fear isn’t something you can pretend isn’t there. neat!

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whajit

53rd?

53rd?!?!

ONLY 53rd?!?!?!?!

Boooo, Scarecrow’s WAY more popular than that! I call foul

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Okay why is Daphne’s schtick so far to spit laaaaaaame slang after every sentence Velma says

I would rather this not be her schtick

Actually could she go back to filming mystery stuff, bc at least I can pretend it’ll build into the OG Zombie Island Daphne

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Phew, his voice has returned to its low, raspy goodness

also, Crane needs to learn about personal space, good grief

(interesting clue brought up tho - Crane only steals tech that CAN’T leak his toxin, ergo it can’t be tracked until he releases it. Sensible use, given that Batman probs tracks it if it does.)

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Velma: I’m not afraid of you, Crane. Fear is an illogical reaction to an imagined threat.

Crane:

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Crane: Fearless, then. Intelligent. Proud and stubborn. You remind me very much of the one person in this world I care about.

uhhhhhh

Yourself? Harley? Edward Nygma? Ichabod the raven? Idk, I’m honestly curious as to where this thread will go 🤔🤔🤔

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Fred, leaning against the Mystery Machine: Guys, it’s gonna be okay. She told me!

O_o

Fred? Honey? Are you sure you weren’t supposed to join Crane in the transport vehicle back to Arkham?

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OH SWEET JESUS SHAGGY GREW YAOI HANDS

WHAT THE HECK

THAT’S WAY MORE UNNERVING THEN YOU GUYS NOT BEING AFRAID ANYMORE

(although the fact that they’re both unsettled by NOT constantly shaking or having their heart racing is honestly kind of heartbreaking. Y’all need therapy, good grief)

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Shaggy and Scooby just chewed up candy (wrapper and all) to make themselves a Halloween costume of… what looks like barfed-up candy (ew)

Before then proceeding to dance so well that everyone around them also starts dancing in a 60s-70s era rainbow light show and giving them candy

I worry for these two sometimes - that kind of power seems to be getting to their head 😬😬😬

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Oh hey, acid green toxic waste is spilling from an 18-wheeler onto the Fear Toxin drones and emitting a purple pink haze that envelops a pumpkin patch! That won’t do anything suspicious at all I bet!

(wait is Poison Ivy going to come into this at some point)

(also major kudos to the music here - very 80s horror synth, I like)

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So the Pumpkins have grown faces, limbs, consciousness, the ability to fly and a lust for human flesh

And they appear to be led by the Pumpkin King of the Pumpkin Patch mentioned in the Charlie Brown Halloween special

He’s not as friendly as I pictured him being, sadly 😕

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Why is this random ass cop coming up to FD&V to say that they’re in over their heads… AFTER the mystery’s been solved?

Like dude, you’re only making yourself suspicious at this point, go home

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Huh, interesting - the gang are being interviewed for a tv news network while they’re considered the town heroes

Why am I getting bad vibes from this…

Eh, it’s probably nothing

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Velma: {Shaggy and Scooby} are, um… REALLY into the Halloween spirit.

Shaggy: THIS ISN’T COSPLAY, VELMA!

I’m dying 😂

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Holy Shit

Velma just snapped and went off on Shaggy and Scooby for acting scared and doing nothing to help wrap up the mystery

(even though these guys are the ONLY reason that the gang didn’t have to choose between setting Scarecrow free and poisoning the entire town for 3 days straight, but hey, what do I know - I’m just writing an in-depth reaction post to this movie and taking note of details like this, clearly I know nothing *eye roll*)

Last time I saw Velma critique the guys’ usual mystery solving shenanigans, it was much more low-key and without knowing they were nearby

But I’m sure that’s just a coincidence

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What the

Bills?

Bills?!?!

Fred just mentioned that fixing the Mystery Machine was going to leave a hefty bill and that they may need to get dishwashing jobs to earn money

Which is more of a job you might expect a high schooler to get on the go and yet

They actually have to pay bills

How old are they here??!

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wait a tic

THIS is how they introduce Bill Nye?

He just calls up Velma with no explanation other than Velma saying “Oh hey, it’s Bill Nye!”

I just - what?!?!

How do you know him so well that he can just pull up your number and call you, and then geT YOU A NEW FREAKING CAR LIKE

WHAT?!?!?!?

Was there a Scooby episode with him in the past two years where the fcuk did this come from

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Also the car is dressed like Bill Nye

And he can talk to the gang directly as the car

So that he can solve mysteries with them whenever he wants

This… this was not what I was expecting to come about from the Bill Nye cameo

(alas, poor predictions of being Crane’s roommate, you will not come to pass this day) 😔

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Ooooo, purple haze throbbing on the horizon! That’s always a good sign of things to come! 😀

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And now Daphne’s… asking Elvira to mentor her fashion wise. And Elvira’s taking her on as her unpaid intern/personal assistant.

Yooo, movie, can you pick a direction and stick with it for Daphne? You’ve gone from her spewing outdated slang to wanting a costume for trick-or-treating, and now this.

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Welp, now I can say I saw a giant pumpkin dog vore an old woman

I didn’t WANT to see that mind, but I guess I can say it now 😐

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OH SHIT NO

IT TURNED HER INTO A FLYING PUMPKIN SHAPED LIKE HER FACE

ABSOLUTELY UNSETTLING, 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

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At least we get a nice scene of Daphne kicking the pumpkins’ collective butt

Something normal

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Elvira: WOW! You’re a regular Mary Sue!

*falls over cackling*

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And now there’s a giant purple fissure opening up in the concrete to swallow the town of Crystal Cove whole

(good, i whisper softly into the darkness of my living room. Let it fall)

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Man, I feel so bad for this single father right now

He’s gotten wrapped up in all of this nonsense with his daughter, and he is just Distraught at being chased by Jackal Lanterns, having the town collapsing under his feet, and having to gorge jump in his sedan to get away from the worst of it

It’s okay, Mike Dad - we would feel the same way in your shoes

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Hologram Bill Nye is wearing Cat ears and cat whiskers/nose, and is cleaning his hands like a cat cleans its paws

Why was this the movie we found out Bill Nye was a furry

Why Warner Bros

Why would you inflict this upon us in a Scooby Doo-Scarecrow mystery

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Hey, can Jonathan Crane return now? The movie needs its dignity back.

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A clue on the whys here - the town was built on top of a MASSIVE lithium deposit, with the talks to mine it being scrapped due to environmental concerns. That’s actually a decent lead in for why some

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Welp

The Jackal Lanterns just went full Mad Max with the Halloween Parade floats and cars

No, I don’t have any idea why either, just roll with it

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Nice, they confirmed that Fred’s full name is still Frederick Herman Jones XD

Also a great little action sequence with Daphne - while there’s not much movement, they frame the scene dynamically, with some good quick wordplay. Very nice.

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Velma has a mind palace

Aight

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Velma: Shaggy, I could kiss you!

Oh, to hear this as a child, when I still hardcore shipped Shelma *sigh*

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Oh thank gods we’re going back to Scarecrow again

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Shaggy ate some Scooby Snacks, leapt out of a moving vehicle, and onto the backs of two flying pumpkins that he promptly reined in to fly to Crane’s prison transport

...yet again, I am amazed at the sentences I am led to type for Scooby Doo DTVs

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Ah, how very Hannibal Lector of you, Jon

Man, he actually looks very meek in normal clothes - red long-sleeved shirt and grey slacks

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Hmmm

So Crane ISN’T behind the Jackal Lanterns - in fact he’s outright befuddled by them. This means his whole spiel to Velma earlier about both of them being caught in the same trap was… metaphorical? The breakdown doesn’t actually go into WHY he thinks they’re in the same trap - Crane’s whole schtick is tied to accepting fear, not denying it, so why would they be the same?

Either way, someone is using both him and Mystery Inc to do something to Crystal Cove (please be Red Herring, please be Red Herring, please be Red Herring)

Actually, that reference at the beginning really WAS a red herring - they framed it as being Jon the whole time when it wasn’t. Kudos!

Additional kudos to having Jon be seen more out of mask than in - he is a looker, and I aim to look as much as I can ;)

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Annnnd Daphne’s now trying to convince Elvira to switch clothes with her

I don’t get it - how on earth did we get from Daphne trying to find a good costume for trick-or-treating to asking Elvira to switch oh there it is nevermind.

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There is literally a scene where a giant buzzsaw is slicing towards Crane

and he just

stares at it

going “huh, that’s different”

And I LOVE IT

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And here we have another fascinating scene: Velma going to free Crane from his cell, as Daphne tells her to just leave him to die by pumpkin

I’m wondering if they meant to draw a parallel between the two here - Velma starts by reciting a nursery rhyme, then overcoming her fears in order to release madness to take control. It’s not done very cleanly - mainly bc we barely have any time with Crane in this movie - but I wonder if they meant to insinuate that Crane was like Velma once, where he refused to acknowledge he was afraid, which caused him to lose focus on his initial goals

Idk, ignore my ramblings

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Crane, smirking: I’ll need my personal effects - extenuating circumstances.

Me, fanning myself: I’ll need you to remove yours first

(i am not even kidding, Crane is an absolute DILF in this movie and it flusters me. Stupid sexy animation)

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YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

SCARECROW TO THE MOTHERFCUKING RESCUE BABY, SCYTHE AND FCUKING ALL!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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FCUK YEAH THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

HE HAS A DANCE LIKE QUALITY WITH SOME OF HIS FIGHTING MOVES

VIOLENT DANCING BRINGS THE GIANT JACKAL LANTERN DOWN BABY

THEN HE BACKFLIPS AND GYMNASTIC SWINGS INTO THE VAN

ROCK IT SCARECROW FCUKING ROCK IT

(minor note here, but the subtitles show Dr. Crane instead of Scarecrow - unsure if that’s more that the movie calls him Dr Crane or if it indicates he’s acting more heroic than villainous)

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GODDAMNIT

THE GIANT PUMPKIN SNUCK VINES INTO THE VAN AND STOLE HIM BACK

WHEN CRANE WAS... wearing a seatbelt before, but isn’t now.

...

BOOOOO

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Yet again, we find a Scooby movie that attempts character development, but with Velma

Unlike Shaggy’s Showdown however, I’m mixed on how successful it is.

For starters, Velma hasn’t been this cocksure in other DTVs we’ve seen, so it’s a bit odd to see it now. While not 100% out of place - after all, the gang DID capture one of Batman’s Rogues Gallery on their own - it still feels a touch forced. Compare that to Shaggy’s Showdown, where Shaggy has ALWAYS been a coward (one that, in more recent years, writers have had willing to abandon his friends for safety), so the character development there feels more natural.

The progression of events with Velma actually work somewhat okay - but again, here’s where past DTVs come to bite them in the ass. The past handful have had the gang be wrong, have had them fail, or catch the wrong guy. This makes Velma’s attitude here at odds with the other films, something that sticks more due to a character that’s appeared in the past few films as a minor inconvenience - a Sheriff who keeps telling the gang not to interfere, they’re doing things wrong, etc. If this had been a character who was completely wrong in the past AND SHOWN TO BE WRONG FOR HIS OPINIONS, while the gang never guessed wrong, this would work much better. Unfortunately, it doesn’t, and here we are.

I think it would have flowed better if Velma’s cockiness came solely from catching Crane on their own. Have a random cop character or reporter or whatever (just not the recurring cop), insinuate that the gang is in too deep with Scarecrow, that he should be handled by the adults or professionals or whatever. Velma could bristle, overcompensate, and THEN fall from her pedestal like we see, reach out to the gang and commiserate over feeling scared, and grow. Again, it’s not too far to reach for, but they handle it poorly; as a result, the outcome feels a little more shoehorned in.

It’s an honest shame, bc we haven’t had a Velma centered story since Frankencreepy, and we all remember what a hideous fcuking mess THAT was *shudders*. Still, it somewhat gets its point across, I guess.

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Fred why did you rip your shirt off

Actually better question why do you not have nipples

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Awwwwwww

Velma just apologized to Shag and Scoob for snapping at them earlier, and admits how she doesn’t appreciate how much they make Mystery Inc what it is

Also she eats a Scooby Snack with them and admits they taste pretty good

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Huh

Velma’s mind palace is the Mystery Machine driving through space

Also Shaggy and Scooby are able to telepathically follow her in and communicate with her

Literally, they actually followed her into her head telepathically, and show her their memories of things she hasn’t gotten to see tonight (while also possibly enhancing her ability to remember things, given how much DETAIL she captures perfectly of things that she would maybe have glimpsed in a millisecond AT MOST)

...another tally for Crack Theory A of magic! Shaggy and Scooby *scribbles*

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Fred, be very very thankful that there are no people operating those pumpkins in person cause uhhhh

Those traps would be spraying red instead of orange

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Another weird music choice - the gang goes up to fight the Jackal Lanterns, but the music is the same 60s bubble we heard earlier

Not terribly atmospheric, really

(wouldn’t a Smashing Pumpkins cover of Scooby Doo be more appropriate, or did you guys spend all your money on hiring Elvira and Bill Nye?)

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Dang

Velma just admitted her fears and jumped into the mouth of the Mega Pumpkin, before getting Fred to use the app from earlier to shut it down, revealing it to be a giant drone surrounded by smaller pumpkin drones

This feels… counterintuitive, but I’ll try to explain at the end

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Okay

I’ll admit it

The Whodunnit is actually pretty decent in concept

There was a sprinkling of tidbits that could be assembled for the final conclusion and still make a decent amount of sense, all to find the sheriff doing it

Only he isn’t a sheriff

He’s a former Tech CEO who was also busted by the gang years ago in a case the Sheriff kept bringing up throughout the movie - due to his prison sentence, he lost more than half his wealth and the opportunity to expand it further with the Crystal Cove Lithium deposits

He was also someone who sold tech to Crane for his fear toxin distribution, where he got the idea to frame him for it

(tho on a side note, Crane is an absolute dork and a terrible liar - just look at the email he sent XD and that profile pic, my gods)

He deliberately picked at the gang for the past few DTVs (specifically 2: Return to Zombie Island and Curse of the 13th Ghost) to fracture their confidence, undermine them, etc - all so that in one fell swoop, he could retake his fortune, frighten everyone in town away from the mines so they couldn’t interfere, frighten away the gang (while also ruining their reputation as mystery solvers), and take Crane off the docket so he couldn’t identify the CEO when he pretended to be the sheriff

This… is actually a pretty damn good plan, for a Scooby villain. He was patient, manipulative, and clever, learning how best to tie up loose ends and win back what he lost. A clever revenge story that came so close to coming to fruition, and could have honestly been sold convincingly…

...if it hadn’t been done so much better in Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed.

Yeeeaaaah, this movie basically lifts the rough framework up from that one - past mystery villain comes back to attack the gang and ruin their reputation (tho this one decides to also make his fortune back and tie up loose ends with former criminal contacts, a la Crane). Gang is embarrassed in front of the news folk, another villain is framed for it (like Old Man Wickles of the Black Knight fame), and the gang must reconcile to foil the villain for good.

Although it also??? Merges elements of Frankencreepy in it?? The movie is focused on Velma, who is struggling to admit when she’s wrong (which ties into her fear, somehow… I’ll think on that point a little) and things purportedly go haywire when she won’t bend. This… isn’t illustrated as well here, since there’s very little direct cause-and-effect from Velma’s actions that would prove this point - that insisting her way is the right, best, and therefore only way to go ends up making things worse.

As much as I despised Frankencreepy (and I DESPISED IT), it did do that part well - showing that refusing to budge on something can lead to you hurting your friends (literally, in that one), and that admitting you were wrong and need help isn’t the end of the world.

(that movie also had former villains returning to gain vengeance upon the gang using psychological warfare, hm - may need to go over that one again, unfortunately).

It’s a shame, too - the basic elements for this plot are all here, they just need to be polished and reworked a bit to make a really fascinating movie.

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Anyways, back to the asshat CEO who just… faked being a sheriff. Because white people can get away with that so long as they have the outfit and the car *throws up hands* (the sad part is this is probably something that actually happens)

As he drives away we see a familiar silhouette looming in the cornfields, watching him approach

Velma had Bill Nye on speaker, so he could record the entire confession for the federal officers nearby (who were taking Scarecrow back to Arkham), and track the phone signal to his exact location

And right as his holographic call cuts out, we see the shadow of a Scarecrow looming over him, causing him to scream.

When the feds arrive at his final location, both his body and the money have vanished. The car still sits, engine running, before the crows leering over him from the field vanish into the sky.

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Now that he’s dead, the gang walks and finds themselves at a Halloween party, with friendly faces and good food. The mystery is solved, though the culprit may never be found again.

Then Daphne admits to NOT trying to steal Elvira’s costume for Halloween, but instead trying to steal Elvira’s identity and replace her.

Something that she’s apparently nearly gotten away with on past mysteries working with Phillis Diller

*sighs* movie, why couldn’t you just stick to the costume schtick? This is just… so much worse.

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From there, Elvira walks off to wrap things up, reveal the monster face on the back of her head sans wig (which was also a monkey), and start the credits, where we see the gang working to bring the Mystery Machine back to its former glory a la Frankenstein pastiche.

This movie… this movie is a hot mess, but at least it’s an OKAY hot mess.

It really does feel like someone started writing a decent Velma-focused movie concerning the Scarecrow and a past Mystery Inc villain interfering, but was bogged down by notes from higher-ups: Wait! Write in Elvira! Also write in Bill Nye! Hey, let’s have a Mad Max car chase with the Jackal Lanterns! And have Daphne obsessed with literally becoming Elvira! Also make reference to things that we’ll insist be explained this way instead of a way that makes sense! Great!

(seriously tho, we never find out who Crane cares about most that reminds him of Velma, what the heck?)

It’s like two or three different scripts were smooshed together without being cleaned up - stuff is said that doesn’t get resolved, the celebrity guests don’t get to breathe much and feel squished together, and the build-up for the villain feels… less impactful, even knowing that he’s been in the past two films.

It might have worked if he’d been in… let’s say like 5 or 6 DTVs in a row, speaking roles for dissing the gang growing in each (ex start with “Good job kids! But maybe next time, leave it to the professionals, okay?” and growing more bitter from there), but only 2 feels kind of meh. Still, I do appreciate the clues we got to collect together, and they all work in the final breakdown of the scheme - some DTVs can feel like they pull stuff completely out of nowhere, so kudos there.

I appreciate what they wanted to do with Velma - give her a character development arc similar to Shaggy’s in Shaggy’s Showdown. Unfortunately, it wasn’t set up quite so neatly: they blended her ‘refusal to admit fear’ with her overconfidence that she was always right, and it led to a weird conclusion. To face her fears, she leapt into the Giant Pumpkin, which… proved that she was right all along about it being fake, and that solves things somehow. It doesn’t address how she can get something wrong sometimes, it doesn’t really address what she’s afraid of (which is honestly quite good: she’s afraid of failing in a way that allows bad guys to escape justice and in a way that hurts her friends), it’s just a bit of a mess. Points for aiming the focus the right way (and in a way that DOESN’T sexualize the underage teenage girl, unlike some DTVs cough cough Frankencreepy cough cough), but it’s very very messy how it goes about it.

The movie actually balanced pretty well for the whole gang - no excessive focus on one leaving the rest in the dust (too much at least - Fred was a touch underdeveloped, but nowhere near as annoying as past iterations have been. Shaggy and Scooby were kind of meh in some places but great in others, while Daphne was just odd. I think they were trying to recapture the BCSD Daphne characterization, but they failed. Still, she did spend some good time kicking ass with the pumpkins, so that was fun.

Now for the Rogue, Jonathan Crane. If you like Crane, this movie gives you: maniacal Scarecrow, calm and creepy Crane, a brief glimpse at fanboy!Crane (he admits in his own awkward way that he’s a fan of Elvira, and later tells her he loves her work - it’s fun), and (best of all for me) a heroic Crane - one who helps the protagonists and ends up kicking ass pretty damn well, brief as it was. And while DILF Crane is always a treat, he feels underutilized in this. In comparison, Scooby Doo/Batman Brave and the Bold really utilized a lot of different aspects of Riddler, to the point he actually does feel pretty menacing by the third act. It’s a shame we don’t quite get that with Crane, but I do love seeing him 1. More out of mask, and 2. Acting as a good guy (in his own way), so he’s enjoyable on the whole.

I kind of wish that the whole movie was spent more with Crane, but again, the script is a bit of a mess on this part - the fact that he’s not completely screwed over is a goddamn miracle.

Elvira was… okay. She didn’t have much of a purpose beyond getting the plot started and giving Daphne some hooks to play off of. Bill Nye (abrupt as his introduction was) did provide some necessary elements to the mystery, as well as the tech; he wasn’t too bad by the end. (still a touch bitter we didn’t get ex roommate Nye, but hey, what can you do)

Humor was… mixed. Some good, some meh, but very few long enough to feel painful. Some bits felt extraneous at times, but they did help to build to the conclusion, so points for effort.

At the end of the day though, I’m probably keeping this more for Jonathan Crane than anyone else. It does have a lot of fanfic potential tho 🤔🤔🤔

That’s all from me tonight, folks! Hope you enjoyed my own little breakdown of the movie.

#happy halloween scooby doo #plush reviews: final thoughts #jonathan crane #scarecrow #spoilers

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The Cabin

Pairing: Faith x reader

Request: Maybe ❝ is that your idea of a costume? ❞ and “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.” with Faith x reader. Faith is attracted to readers costume but pulls the whole little kid pulling crushes pigtails with their words type thing. Thanks a million and no worries if you aren't inspired or you are writing and get to it and realize you have too many requests or something.

Requested by: anon

Warning: Swearing. Threat/violence. Serial killer.

A/N: Reader’s family owns a cabin (in the woods). Reader is wearing a Halloween costume. You’re dressed as a vampire. I felt I had to assign something so I’m sorry if you don’t like it – you can imagine you’re something else it’s not essential to the plot.

You and Faith liked each other. It was widely known by pretty much every resident of Sunnydale, demons and humans alike. The only people that weren’t aware that one had feelings for the other were you and Faith. You definitely knew you liked here but you weren’t aware she felt the same. But you had been dropping hints and trying to vie for her attention when you could, without success.

This was your last resort. You were spending the Halloween weekend away at a cabin in the woods. You had convinced Faith to drive you both down there. You told her that the others would meet you there, but you may have forgotten to invite anyone else. You had been sick of waiting for a moment to create itself organically and decided to take destiny into your own hands.

She pulled up in and didn’t get out, just honked her horn at you and waited. She was excited to see you, but she didn’t show it. She didn’t want to be rejected – she knew she was punching every time she tried to create a moment with you. You eventually came out of your front door, hauling a large bag for the weekend. As soon as she saw you, it knocked the breath from her body. Your costume. You were a vampire this Halloween. For a slayer, she was ridiculously attracted to the way you looked as a stereotypical vampire.

“Is that your idea of a costume?” you asked as you stopped next to her rolled down window on the driver’s side. You looked her up and down and frowned. She hadn’t dressed up. She was in her usual clothes. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you as if she wasn’t obsessed with you in your outfit.

“We’re going to your folk’s cabin, how am I meant to know there was a fuckin’ dress code”

“It’s Halloween! Of course there’s gonna be fancy dress!” you gave her a look as if to say it was a very obvious requirement. She shrugged, clearly not dashing back home to get her little Bopeep costume.

“Get in, y/n/n” She said “D’ya know the way?” she called as you opened the boot and placed your weekend bag inside.

“It’s kinda off the beaten track, but that’s part of it’s beauty. I have a map” You offered as you shut it and walked around to the passenger side with a smile. She didn’t reply, just started up the car and kept her eyes on the road ahead.

Faith had trouble expressing her attraction and seeing you in your costume was making it harder. Her eyes had widened, only a fraction, and she had raked her eyes along your body as subtly as she could without you noticing.

She set off, driving like a bat out of hell down the highways as you instructed he the right way to go. She chatted a lot and you happily chipped in. She was fun to be around and you desperately wished you could tell her how you felt, but she kind of teased you when you started talking of anything serious.

There was a lull in conversation and you looked to the back seat, noticing a baseball bat rolling about on the backseat. You squinted at the item and then back at her but shrugged. Best not to ask, it might be a Slayer thing.

After getting lost twice, and having almost an argument every five minutes, you finally rolled up the drive.

“Hell’s cove. Are you kiddin’?” she asked after reading the name on the cabin that someone in your family had decided on generations ago. The sign was kind of old and faded.

“It’s named after the beach down the road. We live on Hell’s mouth, it’s not much different” You assured her, but the shiver that ran up your spine and rang through to your brain. It vibrated with concern as if it were the bell you would try to hit using a hammer on a carnival game.

In the cabin you both started to settle in. You took a deep breath, trying to think how to word what you needed to say. You decided to just get it over with.

“Oh, uh, the others kinda cancelled...” you mutter, turning away to check in the cupboards. She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. She was actually really pleased that she had you alone.

“Whatever” She shrugged.

“I guess we’ll have to make our own fun” You smiled and she rolled her eyes, but couldn’t quite conceal her smile.

It was later in the evening and you had put some music on. There was a wood fire going and you were bustling about in your outfit with Faith watching you from her seat. You reached to close a cupboard but paused just before you contacted with the wood.

Had it been the crackling of the fire? The music? Movement from inside the shopping bag? No. Your gut told you no. Something was wrong. That noise was coming from inside the house.

“D-do you hear that?” You mutter, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the fire.

“What?” She asked as you go and turn the music right down.

“That... noise”

“Aw, y/n, you never told me you were scared of the things that go bump in the-” She was stopped mid-sentence. She heard it this time. The strange rattling that appeared to be close and yet so far away. You and Faith stared at each other and didn’t say anything. It started to sound closer and closer and then it just stopped.

An eerie silence, all you could hear was yours and Faith’s breathing. You wanted to grab for her hand. But you didn’t want her to think you couldn’t be tough.

You slowly managed to regulate your breathing, after staying still and waiting. Just as you relaxed, a new noise echoed through the cabin.

Knock knock knock.

You jumped. Faith was about to get up but you ran to the door, insistent on not giving into your fear. You swung the door open but nobody was outside. In fact, nothing outside was moving. It was creepily still. The lights weren’t on and there was no movement. You slowly closed the door, the creaking echoing back to you from the tree line.

You turned away starting to walk towards her, wishing you could run into her arms-

Knock knock knock.

It rang through the cabin, you jumped and paused before walking over there. You were staring to feel sick. Scared. This time, Faith came with you. You swung the door open and you were presented with the never ending darkness of the night.

You were so spooked you hadn’t even noticed the door. But Faith had, she tapped your shoulder and pointed.

“Were they there before?” She asked, already knowing the answer. This was all she needed, some demon coming in and ruining her chances with you. You looked to what she was gesturing at. Deep scratch marks had been left in the front door. They were nail marks. They had dragged across the front door after you had arrived.

A shadow goes across the window and you jump. You caught it from your peripheral vision. You moved to her side and she frowned, as you whispered what you had seen. She looked towards the window but not able to see anything. She didn’t leave your side, she allowed you to huddle close to her without comment. You stayed that way for a while until a loud noise made you jump from you place by her side.

The lights had started to flicker before suddenly leaving you both in a flood of darkness. You were trapped in the shadows.

“No no no!” You shouted in frustration and she had to clasp a hand against your mouth to stop you screaming louder. She moved her hand and walked to look out of the window, checking that it was clear. She turned to you, concern evident.

“We’re outta here” She muttered and you nodded. You wanted to leave too. She grabbed your hand and lead you straight out of the door and back the way you had entered.

You both dashed straight to the car and got in. She fumbled with the keys as you turned and manually locked the car doors. Faith turned the key in the ignition but the car wouldn’t start. She tried again, but with no luck.

She hit the steering wheel twice in frustration and when that didn’t work she muttered, “Shit. It’s dead”

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches…” You muttered, banging your head in frustration against the dashboard, “…And I’m 90% sure there’s a serial killer on the loose”

“Okay, what decade are you living in? I’ve gotta torch in here” she muttered, moving you out of the way, her hand lingering slightly on your shoulder, before she started looking in the glove compartment, “See?” She flashed the torch in your eyes to prove it worked as you complained and shoved her hand away from you. She smiled and turned to open the door and leave the car.

“You can’t go out there! What if he- what if there’s someone waiting to-?”

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much. But hey, I got the Slayer thing goin’ for me so I’m gonna check it out – you should stay”

“I’m not staying in here on my own dressed like this!” you gestured at your costume which wasn’t suitable for the weather or if you were honest, suitable to be seen in public in. It was a little too well-fitted and you really wished you hadn’t dressed up thinking about Faith’s approval.

“Just lock the door, I’ll be back for ya” she winked before turning to walk away.

“I don’t know that! You could be in on it, waiting to hold me down for the creepy shadow guy!” You hissed, opening the door and slipping out.

“Why would I do that?” She squinted, assuming it had been quite obvious that she had a soft spot for you. I mean, she had driven you here hadn’t she? Her well-timed jibes the way she hinted her affection. It was flirting 101, but apparently you hadn’t been taught that teasing and comments designed to brush someone off were now considered flirting.

“Well you don’t seem to like me very much. I mean, I had hoped you were covering for some-” you stopped yourself. You had hoped her attitude was a kinda cover-up for her real feelings. But now you just felt stupid. And cold.

“I came to Creepsville for you, on Halloween. D’you think I’d do that for anyone?” She laughed as you slammed the car door shut and moved to stand by her side rather than safely get back into the car, “What’re you doin’? Stay there”

“I’m not leaving you to go out there! I’m... back up!”

“Back up? We’re never getting’ out of here alive” she quipped, shaking her head. But the small smile suggested that she appreciated you wanting to stick by her side.

“I have fake fangs in my pocket, if anyone gets too close I’ll snap at them” you said very seriously but Faith could help fully laughing at you. You really did make her smile, it brightened her day. Even in a situation like this.

You both walked the perimeter. You had a jacket, but it was pretty thin material and you were cursing yourself for it every step you walked around the perimeter of the cabin. You knew it was cold up here and yet you had sacrificed yourself for the Halloween costume. She rolled her eyes and offered her leather jacket to you, “Take it”

“Thanks” you say softly, a contrast from your spooky costume, “Do you, uh, do you actually like me?” you finally had the courage to ask. It only took a life or death situation to make you finally do it. It could be your last chance, after all.

“What?”

“You said that you wouldn’t come here for… anyone” you pressed.

“I said that, huh?”

“Yep. So, does this mean that-” You finally decided to ask. To see how she felt. But she cut you off.

“We don’t have time for this, y/n/n” She cut you off quickly, unsure of how to express herself. How to explain exactly what you meant to her. But you wouldn’t let her off the hook this time.

“There’s never a good time! I like you! I want to kiss you and hold your hand and all of that!” It finally exploded, pouring from your mouth, “You drive me places, you let me share your jacket and you tried to protect me before – don’t tell me you’re too cool to feel the same way… please?” your voice tailed off slightly.

She closed the space between you. Unable to put into words how you made her feel. She kissed you, in a way you would never have expected. It was slow, almost gentle. She kissed so softly, featherlight at first. She cherished every part of you, her hands now on either side of your face as the kiss deepened, both showing your want. Her non-verbal confirmation of everything. You were the one. You kissed her as if it was the last thing you would ever do. Your desire to have more of her. To have her in every way she would let you. Your lips gliding over hers, parting for her so easily. You had dreamt of this for so long and the feeling was better than you could have imagined. Somehow, you were now pressed against the thick trunk of a tree, her body pressed against yours. She kissed more urgently, the chill of the air whipping around you as you both leant into the fiery embrace.

Just as midnight tolled on a clock that neither of you could hear as the nearest town was so far away, evil walked towards you. This would be where the eerie music would have started playing, if you had really been inside a horror movie. Where the music would start to reach a crescendo, allowing the

A twig snapped and you sprung apart. A figure stood there, his head cocked to the side. A mask, he was wearing a mask. He was holding a knife and he was running his pointing finger along the tip of the knife with the other hand. He was toying with you, not realising who he was dealing with.

Faith scoffed, the kiss from you filling her with more self-assurance than she knew what to do with. She had just got the one person she never thought she would. She felt invincible. She ran straight for the killer, who started to wildly stab at her. But Faith had more practice than him. She was a brilliant fighter and managed to disarm him almost immediately. He didn’t go down easily though.

You left her and her eyes widened. You had gone to grab the baseball bat that you had eyed on the back seat on your journey over here. But she thought you had left her. She nodded, telling herself she should have expected you would leave. Everyone did.

Faith had been distracted watching you walk away. He took his chance and tackled her and they went rolling down the bank together, narrowly missing the trees and landing near a body of water. you just caught them tumbling as you ran back, the bat in your hand. You skidded down the hill, hurrying after them when you returned. She was punching him repeatedly, hitting anywhere she could now. The fight had been on a long time and this human was surprisingly agile. Almost superhuman.

You swung the bat behind you, steadying your breathing. You tried to visualise the shot you needed to take. You moved back, quickly smashing the splintered bat against the back of his head. The bat returning to you slicked with blood.

You gasped, staring at the bat as he sunk to his knees and eventually lay on the ground of the woods that had been littered with pines. The sticky liquid now running down the bank and into the once clear water below.

She ran over to you, taking the bat and insisting you saved her life. That you had to do it or you both would have died. You went cold, staring at the masked figure. You nodded along with her words, getting used to the idea that you had just killed someone. She stepped over the body to embrace you, holding you to her as she could tell you were still in shock. As you sunk into her arms, lulled into the soft embrace of security, the hair on the back of your neck started to raise.

Something was wrong.

A large, garbled breath rattled. A horrifying gasp as the figure moved from the floor and reached to grab at your ankle. He wrapped his hand around you, gripping tight. You start to open your mouth in shock, struggling against him. Faith sprung into action immediately, she kicked him and then stamped down on the mask hard several times. Making sure that this time he wouldn’t get up again.

Much like a Scooby-doo villain the man behind the mask looked a little pathetic compared to his persona. He had messed with the wrong pair and you had both shown him before he was sent to his watery grave.

You both turned to leave, covered in dirt and lightly caked in what you presumed was blood. Faith wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to climb back up the bank in the early dawn light. Both vowing never to return to the cabin again.

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