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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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I see you liking the snippets and I like my token idea so……

*slides a token down onto the table and flies away!!*

The token reads:

This is a PLEASE RAMBLE ABOUT ANYTHING token. Can be used multiple times but ‘Beckyu’ would like you to ramble about some writing :3

damn it i had part of this filled out and didn't save it to drafts so the page reloaded and i lost all of it </3 ANYWAY yes i did! snippets are a lovely treat :3

AHHDBFDS thank you for free rambling privileges :DDD what to use this token on? i gotta decide very care- tiny workers.

ig au talk counts as writing? yeah...???? i'd say yes. just 'cause. i have a few hcs & scenarios that i haven't gotten the opportunity to post so this ask is just simply amazing >:D

hhh first off i had a idea from all the worldbuilding questions recently and basically i wanted to take that one stream george did (i think it was his ice bath stream?) where he did a prank call to tommy and everyone was yelling at him because he was doing WAY too good a job at acting genuine and put it into this universe. except it isn't really a prank call,, basically tommy and quackity sneak off and steal boss's card & phone while he's not there and and persuade george into calling the companies that specialize in tiny versions of their products specifically for the park and ordering just a TON of things,,,, they get in SO much trouble for that LMAOOO

anyway tubbo one time got his hands on bees during the summer, got on friendship level with them (somehow he managed to just..not get stung?) and brought one into benchtrio's shared home-esque thingy (idk what to call it). tommy was PISSED so he decided to bring in a spider to even the score out. ranboo got so close to moving out :')

ranboo and tubbo unofficially got married one time when a kid decided that the two of them were just perfect for fill-in bride and groom dolls

quackity and ranboo are the kinds of people to look at a lost phone and ask "is anyone gonna take that?" and not wait for an answer. hc that they stole a phone and instead of returning it to customer service, they tried all the combinations they could before it got locked. for three years.

the staff members just constantly steal things! and they have possibly one of the best excuses ever, "i'm borrowing it!" like it's on-theme for them. they can just say they're working and putting on a show when they get caught (although they do eventually have to return it upon the guests' request :()

during the whole protestor fiasco, that was one of the rare times that boss got stuff for the staff. from some website (idk which i didn't think that far) he orders tiny earbuds for everyone bc the group has continued into the night before. and the worst thing about them is they will NOT listen to the workers. whenever someone tries to explain that technically they can leave whenever they want, they just think they're being forced to say that. so it's a whooooole long process before the water-balloon thing eventually happens and scares them off for a bit.

i'm kinda debating having dream live in florida the first time he visits the park because like i had a hc that their sleep schedules are synced like how they had it irl for a bit,, but i realized that wouldn't really work if they were in the same area. so maybe dream lives in florida, goes to england for a vacation, goes to the park, meets george, wants to go back and when he does brings sap to meet george, and then they eventually move there. so george and dream could have matching sleep schedules in the time when dream doesn't live there and it pissed everyone off to have george be awake at 5 am on the phone with dream 😭

this isn't specific to the park and is in fact completely random but i'm thinking like having wil use tommy as a playing piece when he's playing a board game like monopoly or smth LMAO, maybe the same for phil & tech with kristin & tubbo/quackity,,, idk it is so random but it just popped into my head dsfjfsj'

i want the protestor fiasco to feel like a specific community episode (basic crisis room decorum) where super early in the morning they all have to meet at the school to discuss something that could like damage the reputation of their school and the vibes of it are just so bunker-esque like they were super dramatic and there were whiteboards all over the place with deep lighting,, i want it to feel very dramatic like that lmao---like they send out groups to borrow food meanwhile some of the team sticks back to build the water balloon catapult and map designs for it or designs for other things to help them. they have phones up on the wall like a messaging board between boss n others LMAOOOO it's a whole operation and i LOVE thinking of the vibes for it KGDFS

on the days where wil takes tommy, clingy, benchtrio, etc. home for some sleepover-esque thingy he always ends up having to wake up at the most ridiculous hours to take tommy to work. so i present the idea of them bringing an rc car to wil's place so tommy can just drive on the sidewalk to work in the morning LMAO

hmm now i ran out of my note ideas so i gotta scrape the walls of my brain to think of some stuff ajdgjfd hmmmmm i wonder if any normal borrower(s) would come to the park, like just to visit with a human to see how accurate they got it, just for fun :0

^^ maybe that could be the origin of the protestor fiasco. borrower visits park, gets to see behind the scenes of it per the tiny workers' requests, sees how "unfortunate" their situation is and gets their human to try and organize some type of protest. then it becomes something HUGE. and the borrower that started it all is just with the human pretty much the entire time. maybe borrower sneaks in to try and sneak the crew out, to which they can't find em because they're in the bunker having a grand time making plans to demolish them,,,,,, looooots of miscommunication!!

okay that is all bc i am neglecting assignments to write this so YES have all of these. lots of tiny worker rambles bc this au is my beloved atm <333

#brickquiries #becky brickling #beckyu my beloved <33 #tiny workers au #asks are so. so. SO wide open for this au. i welcome them all with open arms

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ifievertoldyou · 11 months

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GRADUATION CAP

my graduation cap is inspired by @alexanderwesker 's fic, The House Always Wins, so i figured that i'd share it here ^^

more stuff about my process under the cut :]

theme

i wanted to find a hopeful quote from thaw, since that actually fits the tone for a graduation. and that line in Chapter 10: "Against all odds, Q had won." came to mind. and i thought that quote was pretty damn fitting for my graduation story too, with just how many difficulties came up that made it so much harder for me, with covid and virtual school being a big one, though there's definitely way more too..

and just like how q was tempted to fold during his bet against quackity, i could've easily just given up instead of dealing with all the stress and chaos that was my entire high school experience. but both q and i decided to still see it through, even with all the uncertainty that we had to deal with from that choice to keep going. and despite all the odds that were stacked against us, we had still managed to make it and get that first ever taste of triumph. hopefully the first of many.

design

so since i went with the quote about q winning his first ever poker game, i decided to go with a gambling theme.

i knew i wanted an ace of spades card visible, since, for one that's the card that q won with, and for another, aces symbolize growth and excellence, and i figured that'd be good for a graduation.

i also put that smiley poker chip on the little button-thingy, since it was just too perfect not to do. i would've liked to glue an actual poker chip onto it, but i didn't have the time nor the poker chip, so i just used paper.

colors

i really wanted to incorporate red, purple, black, white and teal/cyan for this project, since those are the colors that come to mind when i think of thaw.

at first i wanted to put both red and purple cards, but i quickly found out that purple playing cards are trickier to find, especially ones who have matching backs with the red ones. so i decided to just go with red playing cards, and do purple flowers instead, since that's a pretty common thing that people put on their caps.

i also wanted to include a sculk flower, just because i had some extra space and thought i might as well, yk? though it was a bit sad that i couldn't find any fake roses in that color, i had to go with a peony instead, but i think the color is pretty close to what's in minecraft, so i'm not too mad about it.

i picked the blue-green letters bc i figured it'd match the 'sculk' color well, and also it's like my favorite color so that was a bonus (also ik they're a bit more yellow in the picture, i had to manipule the lighting so that the letters were more legible on-camera. here's what it looks like without the lighting, from a different angle where the light isn't hitting it like that):

^ definitely more matching, but you can barely read the bottom letters on camera, so i needed more light

also the colors are perfect, because red/white and purple/teal are actually the colors of the two high schools that i went to, so my classmates would never know the real reason behind me choosing those particular colors.. they'd think it was just me showing school pride. little do they know, i'm actually just a massive fucking nerd (they definitely already know that, but i can pretend)

but yeah, there's my silly little special interest cap. getting into thaw definitely made my high school experience a whole lot better. and with all the thaw-related things i drew for assignments, i figured it'd be wrong of me if i didn't commemorate thaw here somehow ^^

#thaw nation #thaw #the house always wins #the house always wins fic #fanart for a fanfic #personal #graduation cap

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vikinglanguage · 4 years

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What it's like to live and work with 6 people of 5 different nationalities and none of you is a native English speaker

- desperately trying to explain to another coworker that your Bangladeshi flatmate is saying "pea shells" and not "bee shells" ("pea pods, du ved, ærte... skræller..? Ærtebælge!“)

- Tunisian guy says a French word. Everyone understands. French guy says "it's the same in English"

- you forget the English word for strainer. You know it in German. Only your Austrian flatmate understands what you're talking about.

- "according to my high school diploma I speak B1 French"

- Austrian forgets the English word for fork, but remembers it in Danish.

- "I don't have the name in English" *tells us what an animal is called in Latin*

- 0 out of 6 people can remember what broom is called in English

- "fucking... she's trying to kill me" – our Frenchman after tripping over the dishwasher

- *accidentally speaks Danish to non-Danish flatmate* *starts to say something in English to my family* *is spoken to in English by Danish flatmate*

- I tell the Frenchman to write leverpostej om the shopping list. He looks at me like he's dead inside and writes pâté

- no one knows how to spell

- "what gender is apple in German?" "is book neuter or common gender in Danish?" *calls an inanimate object he or she* "what's the plural of hus? Huser?"

- What are gendered genitive pronouns? I mean, who really knows? Not the French speakers, that's for sure!

- everyone speaks 2 languages, most at least kind of speak 3.

- my English gets worse for every day that passes

-translating jokes from your native language to English makes for the best anti jokes. "A dwarf walks into a bar and the bartender asks him 'Do you play cards?' 'No, I was born this way,' the dwarf answers"

- Austrian: "ti, tyve..... uhhhh..... fyrre, halvtreds, tres, halvfjerds.... fjers?? ..... ...?????? hundred."

- "can you hand me the... Uhh... You know the, the thingy!" "The what?" "THE BOWL!"

- "You can't name your child Valdemar, that's the guy from Harry Potter!"

- I try to speak German and my Austrian roommate tells me that my accent is cute because I speak the hard German sounds so softly

- Frenchman imitates really bad French accent and it's hilarious

- someone thought the Austrian was Scottish because she rolls her r's

- "Share a coke with... Vendire... Veninerere..." "Veninderne" "Please tell me that's not a name" "It's means female friends"

- Høkeren -> hookeren

- *French speakers forget to pronounce an h*

- there's a heated discussion about whether or not some penguins can fly. The argument immediately dissolves as it is revealed that in French auks are called penguins.

- you learn to never correct people unless they ask you to or you literally do not understand what they're saying

- you translate an idiom from your own language into English. It's the same in one of the other languages, but not in English. No one questions it.

- you borrow a flatmate's Netflix. All the titles are in a language you don't speak. FRIENDS is dubbed in German, so you turn on sous-titres. They're in Bangla.

- "Santa Claus surprise", the Frenchman cheerfully says about secret santa

- you try to talk about knitting with your roommates but you don't know any of the proper terms in English. They try to talk about crotcheing in turn, but they don't even know what that's called.

- you have to disassemble the couch, so you send your roommate to get the tools for doing that. You never talk about the tools of which you don't know the names, but she brings the right ones regardless.

- you say a sentence and someone repeats it back to you, mispronouncing one of the words because they're certain you mispronounced it

- you somehow manage to hold a conversation in two languages at once

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three-headed-monster · 2 years

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If you’re still doing the RPF quote thingy for the UMich ship, could I get #14 with Briss and Bords please? (And if not, no worries). :)

of course anon!

“You’re wearing the ring.”

Bords can hear Briss’ smile through the phone, the hotel wifi making it a little difficult to actually see the smile he loves so so much for real.

“Of course I am,” he answers, tugging at the knot of his tie. “But damn, good eyes, I thought you wouldn’t notice.”

Briss rolls his eyes over FaceTime, his face freezing midway through, eliciting a laugh out of Bords.

“Of course I noticed,” Briss said, scratching at his newly grown out beard that Bords wants against his skin so badly. “I’m not blind you know. Plus I’m the one that bought it.”

He had, getting it shipped from Bords’ personal jeweller the day after they got home from Frozen Four. Bords didn’t even know Briss had their number, but somehow he had managed to get it made, engraved, and sent to his house without Bords’ even knowing. He had proposed to Bords on the porch that night, when the streets were quiet and it was just them in the darkness, alone.

Just like how it started. Just them. Together.

“Pretty sure your dad is the one who bought it.” Bords runs his thumb over the outside of ring, just enough so the Je t’adore engravement scratches the side of his ring finger. “Didn’t you use his credit card?”

Bords wouldn’t be shocked if he had. Somehow, despite the PR mess it’d probably create if people found out they were actually together, Pat had always been pretty supportive of their relationship. Bords suspects it maybe because he recognizes that they make each other happy, or maybe because he views Bords as a third son. Either way, he’s glad for it. Pat is like a second father to him too.

“Nah, you know he only paid for the wedding.”

If you could even consider what they had a wedding. They had held it at a tiny, but respectable chapel in Vegas, with only their close family in attendance. No decorations, barely a few chairs for people to sit on, nothing fancy at all. Neither of them had even worn their good suits; he doesn’t think Briss even brushed his hair. There was nothing about it that was special, but it was theirs. Even if they hadn’t filed their marriage certificate until Bords had arrived in San Jose, the Vegas wedding was the first time Bords felt married in every sense of the word.

It was kind of…perfect.

“Hey,” Bords hadn’t even realized he had zoned off until Briss called him back to their conversation. “Soon yeah?”

Soon Brendan will be home in Manhattan Beach. Soon they’ll get to be together. Soon. Soon. Soon.

“Of course” Thom hopes Brendan can feel see happiness through FaceTime. “Can’t wait to see you Brendan Bordeleau.”

#1934 #thomas bordeleau #brendan brisson #SO WHAT IF THEY'RE MARRIED #umich rpf blurbs #rpf under the cut buds!#rpf #fic #okay but would they hyphenate OR would one of them take the other's last name #so many questions

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otp-holic · 3 years

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Will this be the night? (ALSO IN A03)

A random piece of online advertising unleashes some movie memories of a Summer afternoon in 1932

1.5 Ks Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3) Silly drabble born from my love of classic movies... that ended up not having anything to do with classic movies.

BROOKLYN'S KING'S THEATRE

Poster for Cary Grant's Retrospective. Printed paper 2025.

A poster for the upcoming month long celebration of the movies of Cary Grant to be held in Brooklyn.

Bucky is not expecting a vivid memory of the past to jump at him from a piece of online location-targeted promotion popping on his phone as he and Steve are wandering around the neighborhood on a random Friday.

But the 21st century works in mysterious ways and Google is kindly inviting him to check “Cary Grant: A Celebration”, a month-long chronological retrospective of all his movies taking place at a nearby hipster cinema starting… in half an hour.

He beams as a long string of memories of the both of them in different afternoons and movies plays in his head; how they counted the cents for the admission price, and how Bucky learned to sneak into the movie every time that did not add up to two full tickets.

“Buck, you’ve been smiling at your phone in silence for a whole minute,” Steve interrupts his daydreaming. “Should I be jealous? Worried?”

“Sorry,” he answers, still smiling about the memories. “I think I’m leaving you for Google, they see inside my one hundred years old soul; But I might give you another chance if you don’t mind a change of plans for the afternoon.”

“Lead the way, but can you give me some heads up?” Steve chuckles, more than used to Bucky’s ways.

He takes Steve’s hand to direct them towards the movie theatre and thinks about how much information he wants to share.

Although he is the one who still relies on the comfort of 30s and 40s movies whereas Steve keeps getting bolder with his options, Steve has always loved Cary Grant and Bucky thinks he’s going to appreciate his choice since this particular movie has a history (sad history, maybe) for them, so he debates on whether to tell him or not.

“We are going to the movies. But the real ones, not that shit on Netflix you keep choosing,” he settles for half-disclosure.

“Damn, mister life in black and white strikes again. Embrace the 21st century, Barnes, I think you’ll like it!”, Steve laughs.

“Hey, I embrace it more than you do! At least I look the part of a mid-thirties man from it instead of a fifty-year-old hiding in fucking khakis. Albeit a very hot one, I’ll give you that.”

They both laugh. It’s not the first time these remarks fly between them and having a routine, running jokes, and running pet peeves is very soothing after everything they have gone through.

They’re getting closer to the cinema now, and Bucky can already see the Billboard announcing the retrospective and a small queue forming upfront. He takes a side look at Steve to see if he has noticed and he can certainly tell that his curiosity has peaked.

“Surprise! Call it a win-win, it might be up my alley, but you used to love Cary Grant movies,” Bucky smiles as they reach their place in the queue and glance at the program for the afternoon.

‘This is the Night (1932)’, the poster says, ‘Cary Grant's feature film debut on the big screen’

Bucky is deep in nostalgia, remembering a summer day of 32 when they were waiting in line for the same film and how the evening turned out, but when he looks in search of his partner’s reaction, it’s not what he expected at all.

“Steve, you ok?” he asks, worried at seeing Steve frozen in place.

Steve nods. His whole face is deep red, but at least he is responsive. He looks ashamed and Bucky is shifting from worried to curious.

“Jesus, this movie,…” he chuckles now.

“You seem to remember, then. I thought you might.”

It was not a happy memory: Steve had felt really ill halfway through, looking white as a sheet of paper and about to die on Bucky. They had to leave the unfinished movie and run home, as per Steve’s request. But as far as Bucky remembers, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Why are you acting weird? Oh my god, Steven, are you allergic to this movie?”

The silence before Steve answers is a little too long and the queue moves forward.

“Shit, this is not easy to say and I’m sorry in advance.”

“Duly noted, but could you try to explain? I’m lost and I didn’t expect a full-on confession of something to be sorry about when I decided to follow Google’s intelligent advice to an unfinished movie. I just thought it was a good excuse for a change of plans. And kind of closure.”

Steve takes a breath and starts talking.

“I wasn’t honest with you, Buck. Back then…” he stops, searching for words, nervously musing on his beard. “Ah, I cannot believe this hasn’t come up at some point, but there it goes. I absolutely lied to you that day: I wasn’t sick or half dying and I am very very guilty of using my poor health to run away from that place and that movie, but I did the only thingI could think of.”

Bucky is at a loss for words, he’s still deciding if he is angry, curious, or somewhere in between.

“But… but you were feverish and white as a ghost and you said you had palpitations!”

Steve seems to think for a moment again and the bastard laughs so loud they get a curious look from the people behind. And taking advantage of the queue moving up again, he gets really really close to Bucky who honestly thinks he’s going to try to kiss himself out of the situation since it’s a bulletproof strategy.

But he doesn’t: He goes for Bucky’s ear instead, and whispers.

“I had a boner like you wouldn’t believe.”

Bucky gasps loudly totally taken aback while Steve takes a step back and looks at him in the eye more amused and hungry than ashamed, but still blushing.

“But hey, not all lies! I was somehow sick. And pale since my blood was… otherwise occupied. And I was barely 14!”

Bucky laughs at the dork. His dork. But the information is still making its way into his brain.

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as it starts to settle, “You piece of shit, you pulled the poor sick child card when you were just plain horny. I was worried to my bones as we run to your home. Shame on you Rogers!”

“Me? It was your fucking fault! Yours and Cary Grant’s and your stupid grins and stupid chins, those clefts!” he’s screaming in whispers so Steve Rogers’ teenage boner doesn’t make it to the news, but he’s talking as if he was pronouncing an important speech to the UN, “What was a 14-year-old in the fucking 30s popping one upon seeing an actor who kind of looked like a very tall version of his very male best friend to do?”

He is about to say something, but Steve literally covers his mouth with one hand giving Bucky no other option but to stick his tongue and lick the palm.

“Gross, Buck. I’m not done!”, he dries his hand on Buckys’ shirt before he goes on. “I’m not done because as I was still processing all that, you kept brushing your goddamned hand with mine when you went for popcorn! Over and over and over. It was torture. I have palpitations now just thinking about it.”

Bucky full-on laughs. One of those real ones that come more and more lately and that he honestly thought he would never get to experience again.

They have reached the box office, so he doesn’t push it further. For now.

“Two tickets for `This is the Night´, please.” Bucky smiles at the box-office guy. “He is paying, tho. I paid last time we tried to see this one and he didn’t have the decency to stay until the end.”

He actually feels like a teen as Steve takes his hand into the theatre, as he very intentionally buys popcorn to share, and as they start full-on making out on their seats during the commercials once the lights are out.

“Wanna know another secret, Buck?” Steve whispers a few minutes later, eyes on the starting movie as he brushes Bucky’s hand with intention over the popcorn bucket. His flustered face and recently kissed lips bathed by dancing lights and shadows coming from the screen. “It’s a good thing we were already together in ‘38 when “Bringing up baby” came out because I was able to plan ahead and lure you into that memorable window fuck at our old apartment before the show, or we would have totally missed one of our favorite movies, too.”

Bucky hates Steve with the force of the universe. Or maybe not, but he’s not playing clean.

“Raincheck on the movie?” he manages to whisper back as he drives Steve’s hand to his already noticeable hard-on. Two can play this game.

“Oh, poor Buck. Do you have palpitations” Steve chuckles, lips wet on Bucky’s ear and gripping harder on his bulge instead of letting go. “Was that the memory of the window fuck? Or all the making out? Tell me so I don’t do it again.”

“You are a punk, Steve Rogers,” Bucky answers before standing up to leave, closely followed by a smiling Steve.

Argh, sorry for deleting and uploading again, but i had technical issues with this.... so here it goes again. I need to free myself from this one!

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Heard you’re looking for more writing requests. And that means that I can share more ideas. So... hai! o/

Hermitcraft Among Us, based on the Grian video where he kept getting impostor, and getting voted out immediately, then Scar won without him.

Everyone knows Scar is a wild card impostor, you know you’d only get one or two kills out of him before he was caught. Grian groans, knowing they were probably going to lose the game. But as he watches Scar taking revenge for his fallen comrade, he realizes he was very, very wrong.

*vibrates intensely* GRIAN AND SCAR IMPOSTER DUO!!

Seriously though thank you. I really like this one and I hope you do too!

Summary: Grian and Scar are the imposters. After a stupid mistake early on, Grian is ejected. He is resigned to their loss, knowing the chances of Scar being able to get to the end of the game without him are next to none. But he soon realises that Scar can be very, VERY dangerous when he wants to be.

…

The first kill was supposed to be easy. And for a single precious minute, it was perfect. Grian walked into navigation and killed Beans with no problems whatsoever, before jumping into the vent.

However, it seemed he had chosen the wrong time and place to pop out; when he did, he found himself face to face with Bdubs, Skizzleman and Etho, who had just exited cafeteria and come into weapons.

For a second, the two parties just stared at each other.

Then Skizzleman let out a screech and he and Bdubs dashed back into cafeteria, leaving Etho in the room with Grian to watch him.

Grian didn’t bother to follow them. There was no point and he knew it.

Sure enough, at the inevitable emergency meeting, Bdubs and Skizzleman immediately started talking excitedly at the same time about what they had seen.

“Whoa, whoa, guys!” interrupted Tango. “Calm down and breathe! What happened?”

“Grian vented,” Skizzleman panted, clearly out of breath. “We saw him. Three of us saw him.”

“Bdubs, Skizz, and I just came out of cafeteria into weapons and saw him pop his head out of the vent,” Etho explained more coherently. “He must’ve killed Ren or Beans somewhere and vented, looking for another victim, but we caught him.”

All eyes turned to Grian.

Grian sighed, knowing that they were all expecting him to deny it. But with THREE eye-witnesses, it would be foolish to make up a story. The only way to protect his partner now was to confess. “It’s true. I killed Beans in navigation and vented out. Poor timing on my part.”

“No kidding!” Bdubs snorted. “That was pathetic, Grian. You got caught red-handed!”

“I know,” Grian growled.

“What, you’re not even gonna try to deny it?” Tango asked incredulously.

“Look, if it was only two of them who saw me, I would’ve at least tried to claim they’re both the imposters and trying to frame me, but THREE witnesses? There’s no way I would’ve gotten away with that.”

Grian despondently voted for himself and didn’t put up a fight as he was taken to the airlock after the unanimous vote.

Waking up back on the ship as a ghost, he sighed heavily and watched Scar run around the ship.

That’s it, he thought. We’re gonna lose. There’s no way Scar can kill FIVE people all by himself without getting caught.

He set off the reactor from the afterlife and watched everyone converge to fix it. After it had been repaired and everyone else had left, Scar hung behind in reactor and killed Tango as the latter was attempting Simon Says, before running out as if nothing had happened.

They’re gonna know he was the last one out, Grian groaned in his head. Oh, this is the WORST.

He followed Scar down through lower engine, past electrical, and out the other side of storage. Scar stood next to Etho at the download screen in communications, before killing him too and immediately hitting the report button.

Grian gasped. He’s self-reporting! That’s RISKY, considering everyone always gets sus of him when he reports, whether he’s imposter or not!

“I found Etho in communications,” Scar reported.

“Oh, and it looks like Tango’s down too,” added Bdubs. “Where did you say Etho is, Scar?”

“Communications. Next to the download thingy.”

“Did you see anyone around?” inquired Impulse.

Scar shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone else after we all left reactor.”

“I went off on my own too,” Skizzleman admitted. “I only saw Impulse briefly as I passed admin, but that was a while ago.”

“Can anyone vouch for anyone?” asked Impulse.

Everyone shook their heads.

“Well, wonderful,” Impulse sighed. “I guess we can’t vote anyone this round.”

Skizzleman patted his friend on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, there’s six of us left. The last imposter still has to kill four of us before they win.”

Grian sighed with relief as the meeting ended with everyone voting to skip. He wasn’t sure how Scar had managed to get through another meeting without being labelled sus, but Grian certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“Hey, Skizzle!” Scar called, trotting to catch up with the blue crewmate, who was heading towards medbay. “What task have you got now?”

“I gotta eat fruit,” said Skizzleman, as if that explained everything.

Scar frowned. “What?”

“Simon Says,” Skizzleman explained with a grin. “If I say “make sure to eat fruit” while I’m doing the task, it helps me make fewer mistakes.”

“Oh, I see! Very clever. You mind if I come with? I gotta count to ten.”

“Sure thing!”

Grian followed the two over to reactor, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, Scar approached Skizzleman while he was in the middle of Simon Says.

“This is for Grian,” he said coldly, before shooting Skizzleman in the back.

Grian stared at Scar as the latter hurriedly left reactor. He was starting to get the feeling that Scar might actually be able to pull this off.

But he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself yet. Scar was only halfway through; he still had to kill three more people. Around this point, Scar’s luck usually ran out.

Just as Grian started to sabotage something to help out, the body was reported by Pungence.

“Self-report,” Scar declared immediately.

Grian hid his face in his hands. NO, Scar!

But to his surprise, nobody immediately turned on his partner.

“Well, Bdubs and I were together,” Impulse said. “So it must be either Pungence or Scar.”

“Pungence,” said Scar.

“Scar,” said Pungence at the same time.

“We can’t really afford to not vote someone out, here,” Bdubs said, glancing at Impulse. “I’m voting Scar.”

Impulse, who had just locked in his own vote, blanched. “Oh, I voted for Pungence.”

“Oh no!”

Sure enough, as the votes were revealed, both Scar and Pungence had two votes each.

Grian was absolutely dumbfounded. He had been sure that that was the end for Scar, but somehow, his partner had survived.

He really might actually do it…!

“I’m gonna do my task in security,” declared Pungence. “Someone come watch me.”

“I will,” said Bdubs immediately.

After the meeting, Grian followed Scar to the right, watching him as he ran all the way from weapons, down to shields, then across to electrical, clearly looking for a victim.

“Two more kills,” murmured Grian, despite knowing Scar couldn’t hear him. “Just two more. Come on.”

Scar entered security and found Bdubs on the monitors. He turned as Scar came in. “Scar! Don’t kill me!”

Scar drew his gun.

A real look of terror appeared on Bdubs’s face as he backed away from Scar as far as he could go.

An identical evil smile spread over Grian’s and Scar’s faces as the latter towered over Bdubs.

“Scar, p-please…!” Bdubs’s eyes were wide with fear. “Please, I-!”

BANG!

Grian cheered as Bdubs’s body hit the ground. “Scar! You absolute legend! One more kill and we win!”

Realising he needed to help keep the remaining crewmembers away from Bdubs’s body, he shut the door to security and stayed there, intending to keep watch. He didn’t need to follow Scar around this time.

After a few minutes, he glanced up and found both Impulse and Scar on their way down from medbay. He realised that Scar had likely vented into medbay and was now discreetly leading a witness to the body as an alibi.

So he quickly reopened the doors.

Impulse walked into security, with Scar right behind him. The two yelped simultaneously at the sight of the body.

Grian floated over to join the report meeting that Impulse had quickly called.

“Bdubs is dead in security,” reported Impulse. “Scar and I found him.”

“Impulse,” said Scar slowly, giving the crewmate in question a pointed look. “Didn’t we hear Pungence say he was going to do his task in security?”

Impulse stared back at him in shock. “Oh… we DID!”

“YES!” Grian screeched, hardly daring to hope.

“No, no, I left security ages ago,” Pungence quickly said. “I was down in communications.”

Impulse frowned at him. “I didn’t see you that whole time, though. You could have vented to electrical or even just left normally; we don’t know how old the kill is.”

“What about Scar?” demanded Pungence. “How long were you two together?”

“A few minutes. Scar watched me scan in medbay, then he stood by me in cafeteria while I finished wires and then we went down to security to do Scar’s last task. He could’ve easily killed me several times but he didn’t.”

“Okay, first of all, he could have been on cooldown,” Pungence pointed out. “And second, “he could have killed me but he didn’t” means nothing to Scar! He’s a wild card; he kills whenever he feels like it.”

“Yeah, but even Scar would realise that one more kill would end the game,” argued Impulse. “Why would he purposefully lead me to a body he killed when he could just take me to a random spot on the ship and kill me with no witnesses?”

Grian couldn’t believe the genius move that Scar was pulling off. Kill in security, “find” the body with a witness, then let Impulse’s penchant for third-impostering take over. Scar didn’t even need to say anything in this meeting; Impulse was doing all the work for him.

And like Impulse had pointed out, Scar could have just stuck with Impulse until his cooldown was over and then killed him. It would have yielded the same result, and been a lot less risky for him as well. But he hadn’t done that. Why? The answer was clear to Grian:

Scar wanted the satisfaction of stabbing Impulse in the back.

Clearly, Pungence couldn’t believe what he was hearing either. “Impulse, please don’t let him get away with this. He’s playing you for a fool.”

“I don’t think so,” Impulse retorted. “Scar’s a lot of things but he’s not cunning. He wouldn’t be able to come up with a plan this smart. No offense, Scar.”

Scar shrugged. “None taken. I totally agree.”

“Of course you do,” Pungence sighed. “Impulse, please, you have to believe me or we’re gonna lose.”

“It isn’t me!” Scar protested. “C’mon, Impulse, you know it’s not me. You said so yourself: it wouldn’t make any sense.”

Grian held his breath as Impulse glanced from Scar to Pungence.

Finally, he sighed. “You’re right; it wouldn’t. I’m voting Pungence.”

As Impulse locked in his vote, Grian let out a long, triumphant whoop. “Scar, you LEGEND! You’re absolutely brilliant!”

Pungence buried his face in his hands as the votes were revealed. “Nooo…”

A grin appeared on Scar’s face as the airlock slowly closed behind Pungence. “Good job, Impulse. You made the right decision.”

Impulse registered the expression on his face and visibly sagged. “I-I didn’t, did I?”

Grian flew around triumphantly as Scar drew his gun.

“For me, you absolutely did.”

#hermitcraft #hermits among us #grian #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #pungence #bdubs #etho #hermitcraft among us #tangotek #skizzleman #Vaunna writes

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cortanaaq · 3 years

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A/N: This came in later than I expected,it’s really long but I hope you enjoy it.

This is for the anon who requested nct or tbz spending Halloween with you. So I did nct 127 ;’) sorry for waiting

**also thanks to @365nct, i used one of their incorrect quotes for the jaehyun one haha hope they don’t mind

NCT 127 – Spending Halloween with you

Taeil

-He was not really used to celebrating Halloween if it wasn’t for the SM Halloween party

-So this year you got him unprepared

-but he doesn’t mind celebrating as long as it is with you

-he came with the idea to have a couple costume and that was ,,,,

-yup you guessed it

-Beauty and the Beast

-but this time he was the beast and you ofc,the beauty

-because he can’t repeat the incident from 2017 where he was dragged to dress up as Belle and winwin was the beast- anyways

-he glares at you every time you bring it up lol

-this time he pulled the uno reverse card tho

-because he definitely treats you like a prince/princess all the time,he went shopping for costumes with you

-he bought everything you wished for,even the crazy unnecessary decorations like a stupid flying skeleton or a witch dressed as a hooker

-like what even is that?? He wondered but laughed when you gave him puppy eyes

-“it’s funny tho,it would look good at the entrance “

-he snorted

-obvs taeil couldn’t resist those eyes and the pouty lips that he kissed in the end

-spends the whole night eating the candies you’ve got

-he likes to take a loooot of selfies so be ready to be bombarded with funny filters

-after you both get tired of all the dress up thingy,you too decided to watch a horror movie

-classic but he knows what he’s doing

-whenever you cling onto his arm or squeeze his hand he smirks and hums into your ear

-you know he’s teasing and he chose that movie on purpose so you occasionally punch his arm when he tickles you with teasing small pecks on your cheeks and neck

-but you secretly enjoy it don’t lie

Johnny

-Oh johnny boy

-I think for sure Halloween is his fave celebration because he always plans to visit Chicago in that period

-for this and for Christmas of course

-he likes to celebrate it in the US cause the traditions are kept alive there

-so he’s excited to take you trick or treating

-You chose Corpse bride for costumes

-you were so excited to do his make up as Victor and he was excited to see you dressed for a wedding lmao

-While doing his make up before leaving for treating,he kept looking at you being so concentrated

-“you look so beautiful like this babe”

-“johnny I look dead“

-literally

-he laughed and kissed you when he got the opportunity

-and ofc he couldn’t contain himself from making cheeky remarks either

-and you get mad at him for talking and smudging his make up by accident

-“you distracted me !!”

-but you like his annoying ass and would never be actually mad at him

-plus he looked good even with smudged make up

-you think maybe it’s too smudged but he lifts you up and kisses you harder that before

-…and now you’re both smudged but you don’t really mind as you kiss him one more time

-after all,you leave for trick or treating but realize you’re a bit old for this

-he will not go home without corn candies tho so you’ll have to force him to do so -but because he looks around and sees mostly children,

-he suggests going to a party in the neighborhood

-it was a party thrown by his friends ofc

-and you were more than happy to show everyone the power couple you make together

-he drives there,one hand on the steering wheel,one hand on your leg

-occasionally caresses your skin and you blush a little

-he knows your weaknesses tho

-anywayssss

-you arrive at the party,everyone is in awe,,,he can’t really stop bragging about you

-and you have a great time meeting his American friends for the first time

-seeing you tired after a while of being there,he comes closer to you and hugs you from behind

-whispers in your ear how gorgeous you looked and how everyone loved you

-and how he’s gonna take you home and spend more time as real ‘groom and bride’;;))

Taeyong

-this cute baby couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Halloween with you

-and not to baby him even more but his idea for the costumes was to dress up as among us characters

-yes,,among us characters

-specifically black and pink

-can you guess who’s who?

-he went full shopping mode with you and dragged you through the stores only to find the perfect match

-and you did ofc

-you came with the idea to throw a party and invite the rest of your friends

-he checked the list of things you needed to buy for Halloween

-and you teased him saying he stressed too much and we should have fun instead of worrying

-“but baby you know if we throw a party,we need to have enough drinks and food”

-puppy eyes: checked

-speaking in tiny: checked

-how could you say no lmao

-and after you bought everything necessary (and unnecessary),,

-you came home to decorate and to put your costumes on

-tried to kiss but you forgot you had the helmets on lmfao

-you both giggled like two kids

-he looked so cute when he put his science goggles on his head

-and you made sure to capture every single angle of his cuteness

-too many pics ,,

-too many

-you had a lot of fun especially that you organized a costume contest

-and you didn’t win because you were the hosts pfff..

-it’s not like everyone voted you for having the coolest couple costume

-kinda sus if you ask me

-n ee ways

-the party was a success and everyone had fun

-you ended up eating so many sweets

-even tho tyong told you to slow down

-he took care of you and bathed you in kisses and cuddles after everyone left

-“you eat too many sweets every Halloween,,do you even learn?” says as he caresses your cheeks and gives you a long forehead kiss

-“but I can’t help myself,,too good and sweet”

-‘”you’re too good and sweet”

Yuta

-It was the morning of 31st October

-the only thing in your mind was the Halloween party at sm you and yuta were going to attend

-and ofc you didn’t want a lame costume,you wanted something cute

-but powerful

-and not to be a cliché but you asked yuta if he wanted to be dressed as anime characters

-man did he give you a look

-he chuckled lightly at your request but couldn’t say no

-“baby the fact that you’re Japanese makes it 1000x better”

-you cup his cheeks in between your hands and he laughs holding you on his lap

-after all he agrees and you go shopping for costumes

-as you thought,you didn’t want to be the basic anime characters so you chose a cute and powerful couple

-Kagome and inuyasha

-When you saw yuta wearing that long white hair-wig,your heart did a flip

-he smiled so large when he saw you wearing that pretty school uniform

-you made him take you in his arms immediately only to start smooching your face

-“baby my make up”

-you were pouting,but he was smirking coming closer to your ear

-“ I will make up for this later,promise”

- he said that biting your ear lobe softly

-oh boy you wanted to forget about the party only for yuta to “make up” for you but

-you could’ve handled that later that night

-you had a great time partying with the members and other idols at sm

-yuta held onto you the whole night feeling so proud to have such a gorgeous s/o only for himself

-but what you had planned after the party was much more exciting ;;)

Doyoung

-This little sh

-that you loved to the moon and back

-was a bit skeptic about partying for Halloween

-for your sake tho,he prepared a horror movie marathon for both of you

-he also suggested cooking something thematic

-you actually caught him few days ago watching an instagram video of ‘how to make eyeball lollipops”

-You were like ???

-“I want to make these for Halloween because you don’t need to bake anything you know”

-“so we won’t burn the kitchen down? Ok!”

-you agreed faster than he thought

-and that made him doubt his cooking skills for a bit but anyways

-you too didn’t really have anything planned for a costume but you decided to surprise him

-with a bunny costume

-not an onesie,no

-bunny ears and a bunny tail

-while he was concentrated on cooking,

-you showed up wearing a cute lingerie and that bunny costume on you

-“ hey bunny,wanna snuggle?”

-you leaned on the door frame while trying not laugh

-in that moment he was tasting the jam

-but when he turned around and saw you LIKE THAT

-he snorted and dropped the spoon full of raspberries

-he was absolutely sure you wanted to give him a heart

-attack somehow

-but he came to his senses and approached you with a smirk on his face

-you couldn’t even think for a bit because in the next second he lifted you up to kiss you

-“you made me drop the food and make a mess,,do you think I’ll let you go with that?”

-you blushed harder than you thought and suggested to help him clean up the mess

-but he cut you off mid-sentence with a deepened kiss only to tell you with a low tone

-“those raspberries can wait,the bunny wants snuggles doesn’t it?”

-you tried so hard to keep your cool but who can blame you??

Jaehyun

-Another Halloween enthusiast

-he couldn’t wait to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams

-you even helped him with the make-up,drawing a mustache on his face

-“haha very funny’’,

-he responds sarcastically every time you look at him and try not to laugh

-but damn the costume was pure gold

-you both looked amazing and he even managed to kiss your hand,up to your arm and neck

-just like Gomez kissed his wife every time he had the opportunity

-you both went trick or treating,along with johnny,mark and other members

-then came back to the dorms and ate so many candies

-jaehyun couldn’t help but stare at you every time he had the chance

-and you knew this costume was a perfect match because you could show him how sexy and elegant you were

-taeyong prepared some food for you all and you had few drinks

-told a lot of horror stories and felt like kids again but jaehyun was waiting to go home only to spend more time with you

-“ the food is too hot,I can’t eat it ::( ’’

-you complained while the others turned their heads to look at you especially taeyong who was about to apologize for the food being too hot

-jaehyun: ‘’you’re hot but I’d still eat-“

--he was cut off mid-sentence by taeyong who slammed his hand down on the table

-“ONE MEAL

-“ONE NORMAL FUCKING MEAL JAEHYUN”

-you all started laughing and looked at jaehyun only to see him grinning like a little bitch he is

-you knew how cheeky he can be so you got up and came closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck

-closer to his ear so you can whisper nonsense, that apparently got him happier that you intended

-he was one lucky guy for sure

-and the Halloween was once again one of his favorite holidays

Jungwoo

-Jungwoo wanted something cute this year

-he was very excited to show you what costumes he prepared for you both

- he kept saying it was a surprise and told you not to prepare anything cause he will handle it

- so while you were preparing the candies for the kids, he snuck up on you and covered your eyes

- you could’ve sworn you felt something fluffy covering your face

- you touched his arms and tried to feel it

- and realized he was wearing paws

- ???

- “babe what are you-“

- he cut you off and turned you around to face him

- he was wearing a big Snoopy costume,with a red bowtie as well

- you felt yourself dying of cuteness

- because now you had THE actual snoopy as your boyfriend

- a bit weird but CUTE ok cute

- “do you like it?? the red bowtie is part of the costume so we could match”

- you looked at him all smiles

- his eyes were sparkling just like a puppy’s :,(

- He grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom to show your costume

- it was the same snoopy costume but you had a red ribbon on top of your head

- you were excited to try it on

- and when you showed him the costume, he gently approached you to kiss your forehead

- “aren’t we the cutest?”

- after that, he helped you give sweets to trick-or-treaters and so many kids were in awe when they saw you two

- you took pictures to send to his family

- and in the end, you two ended up falling asleep

- cuddling on the couch surrounded by the candies left because you weren’t very active this year

- but still had a great time

Mark

-This year mark wanted it different

-he didn’t only wanted to crave pumpkins or go trick or treating

-he needed a break from every exhausting activity because being and idol

-and well,,

-being mOrk

-he was tired and needed an escape from that solicitant lifestyle

-he surprised you one day with a small trip to an orchard outside of Seoul

-you were so excited because you knew the weather was going to be in your favor

-plus you knew mark was a nonconformist and he wanted to make the time spent w you very special

-like every time

-such a cutie oml pls-

-you two took the train till there,admiring the view from the empty cabin you were in

-he was holding you close and your hand all the time

- occasionally he kissed the top of it

-but you always turned to give him a quick peck on his sweet lips

-you liked to see him all giggly and shy,rubbing his hand behind his head

-when you arrived there,you were accompanied by a guide

-showing you around the orchard

-you were so excited while looking around,looking at the different colors of the apples

-mark grabbed two baskets and offered to help you pick few red and beautiful apples

-you were picking them and from time to time you felt mark’s gaze on your body and smiled

-while he was distracted, you snuck up behind him only to see him startle

-you giggled when he picked you up,spinning you around

-only to leave a sweet kiss on your nose and lips

-after the apple picking,you went to a café that was only few miles away from the orchard

-ate apples on the way because you were a bit tired and very hungry lol

-at this cute café,you two spent some time chatting and just staring at each other

-because you were both cute little hopeless romantics <333

Haechan

-Haechan was actually going to lazy around that day but nope

-you dragged him out of the bed

-telling him you want to crave pumpkins because otherwise

-you will bite his ass

-he gave you the most shocked look

-then managed to laugh

-“I wouldn’t mind,just bite the corner,,just a small bite”

-you rolled your eyes and puffed air from your nose pretending to get mad

-you walked out of the room and grabbed your coat and the car keys

-“yeah right then I’m going to buy the pumpkins myself”

-he came after you giggling and insisting it was a joke

-but you knew and were obvs trying not to smile

-he was a sucker for your pouty face so he loved pissing you off

-little cute shit

-you finally arrived at the local market and bought two big pumpkins

-so orange and tasty

-haechan took a tiny pumpkin and said he’s going to make it your child

-“haechan I’m not gonna shove a knife into our kid,don’t name it!”

-he knew if he names an object and something bad happens to it

-you get attached to it and get sad

-so in the end he didn’t name it but still got it home

-at home,you tried to look on pinterest for craving ideas

-and haechan laughed cause that was silly

-“cmon babe are you seriously looking that on the internet? Just do- *stabs the pumpkin in the middle and cuts out the lid* -this”

-he looks at you with a smile on his face and you just stand there

-bamboozled

-like “I’m really dating a gemini huh”

-you try to cut your pumpkin but the skin was too hard

-and managed to drop the knife out of your hands with a loud bump on the floor

-haechan literally jumped thinking you cut yourself but you were just standing there,,

-bbq sauce on your tidd-

-jk jk

-you were standing there looking at the guts spilled all over the floor

-you sighed but haechan gave you a hug

-“you clumsy baby,gotta be careful. Let me do it for you,,you just scoop what’s left from the inside”

-and you did as he said a bit disappointed that he took the hard work

-even tho you wanted to show him you don’t need help

-but he knew you were an independent person anyway

-that’s what he loved about you actually

-after you were done with cravings,it was the tiny pumpkin’s turn to be cut

-you and haechan just turned to look at each other and he saw you giving him a trembling bottom lip

-“we can’t cut it baaabeee…” you whined

-“okay then just ..let’s draw a cool face on it,no harm”

-you agreed because obvs you couldn’t cut the child you had with him pff

-you took the marker and drew a caricature of your bf on it

-before showing it to him,you covered his eyes and suggested him to sit on the couch for few moments

-he was wondering what you were doing

-after a while you led him,eyes still closed,to the fireplace where you placed the pumpkins

-he opened his eyes and saw the tiny pumpkin standing between the bigger ones

-“see,these two are us and the tiny one is the kid”

-he gave you a look,his eyebrows rised but then laughed

-he hugged you and gave you a small kiss

-he then looked at the bigger pumpkins and stated nodding

-“damn we’re kinda ugly ngl”

taglist: @peachyhan --(who wants to be in the tag list,lmk!!)

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thegoodomensdumpster · 5 years

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You might be tempted to think that Newt and his family would have to be the boring ones, while with the Devices being witches and professionnal descendants of Agnes Nutter life would be constantly thrilling. Nope. It’s the exact opposite. The Devices have been following Agnes’ predictions for centuries. There is no place for anything random in their lives, they have only two sets of minds: absolute blind certainty and “no”.

Look, Anathema panicks completely when she loses Agnes’ book, a book her and her family have been studying so thoroughly that they have an exhaustive set of recapitulative cards. She has known she was to be involved in preventing the end of the world since she was a kid. She has probably studied and memorized all the predictions she thought to be linked to Armageddon. She has her cards. She knows her stuff. She is competent. And yet, when Anathema loses her book - and if we disregard the emotionnal attachement that, imo, shouldn’t be kicking in this much when you have a fucking end of the world hours away -, when she loses her book, her emotions get the best of her. Because it was not part of the course she was supposed to take, and that had never happened to her before. Now, let’s take a look at Newt. That guy has been blowing up computers unwillingly since forever, even though he has a passion for all things electronic. He didn’t stop living because he had obstacles to overcome. Heck, he probably learned coding and manually wrote scripts that would work if entered in a computer by anyone other than him. He gets job after job, and doesn’t stop searching for something to do even when he feels discouraged. He signs for the fucking Witchfinder Army when he doesn’t think witches are a thing and when Shadwell, of all people, is the one doing the recruiting. Why not ? One more weird thing in his life, at least he might make some money out of it. And there, in the chaos of Shadwell’s appartement, he manages to understand all on his own that something is up in Tadfield. He also, when presented with enough proof, wholeheartidly admits that witches are real, and so are demons and angels and other things, and he doesn’t panic nearly as much as one should when confronted with a real UFO -ok, he might have been a bit stunned, but still. “Yep, my girlfriend is a witch. Yep, the antichrist is our neighbour. Yep, I helped prevent Armageddon last week. Oh by the way, should I go buy more toilet paper?”

Newt has been so used to adapting to chaos, he can actually make sense of it. And my personal take on this is that it’s also the case for his family. They’re all chaotic. They all have incredibly bad luck ( as a possible result of a curse, courtesy of Agnes Nutter ).

So here are Newt and Anathema, at a Pulsifer family meeting. Anathema thinking “oh its gonna be lovely meeting Newt’s family, something quiet and normal after all this Armageddon thing”. Anathema. Oh. Anathema. Sweet summer child. She doesn’t know that all Pulsifer family meetings end up either in the emergency, or locked out of the house, or running after some kind of wild animal that managed to steal Uncle Patrick’s casefiles that he absolutely needs because he’s been at war with his neighbour for basically thirty years because he could never gather all the files when he needed them and he finally had them all and that fucking boar barged into the garden as he was walking by and somehow got all tangled with the casefiles and now all the Pulsifer have to stop aunt Meredith from showing off her wrestling techniques because dammit woman, you’re nearly 80 years old, stop strying to wrestle a boar, and then when they’re all back home covered in mud and, of course, without the files, they have to try out cousin Dean’s horrible new culinary experiment and someone always ends up having diarrhea after trying out Dean’s cooking so everyone starts betting who it might be this time, and now they’re talking about how every Pulsifer around the age of twelve has avoided an anvil falling out of the sky because yes, that is a thing that happens to every member of this family and every kid knows that they’ll have to avoid an anvil some day, but wait didn’t a Pulsifer die because of that whole anvil thingie back in 1923, and now some people are arguing because it might have been 1935, and oh, that reminds Newt’s mom of that time her great-uncle Patrick (there are several Patrick Pulsifer of course, the last one is 2 years old, it can get very confusing) woke up and had a toad in his slipper, so of course when he tried to put them on he couldn’t and he fell over, and she doesn’t remember exactly how that whole thing happened but one thing led to another and at the end of the day great-uncle Patrick was in a hang-glider he couldn’t control and had somehow lost his trousers while the town’s priest was running after him, and there was a plate of lasagna that were too hot involved somewhere and oh, she can’t remember but it was hilarious. “And” Anathema asks, “why did that argument remind you of this story?” “Oh” says Mrs Pulsifer. “I don’t know. It just did.” There is ZERO logic to that whole conversation. Anathema, who has never had any surprise in her life before losing Agnes’ book, looks desperately at Newt. “I thought your family was normal.” “But... We are normal????” Anathema thinks about arguing something back, but she is interrupted by aunt Hortense who decides that now is the perfect time to explain how she nearly died yesterday after going into a scientology building without realizing where she was stepping into. Anathema doesn’t say anything in the end. She’s already too exhausted for that.

#tbh i think my family is way closer to newt's than it is to anathema's #we're really chaotic #i've got funerals story that would deserve to be turned into an hour and a half long comedies #good omens #meta #headcanon #ficlet #long post #my stuff #Newton Pulsifer #newt pulsifer #anathema #anathema device

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fang-wolfsbane · 2 years

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Transformers Animated: Morning After: Chapter 11: Curious Friends

“So, let me get this straight, this thing that you call the… Allspark somehow merged with Sari’s key card and now she can somehow bring you guys back to life whenever you die? Weird,” Tyla said from her spot leaning against the wall on the overly large, grey bed the alien robots claimed to be for medical purposes.

“That’s… a crude way of putting it, but yes,” the leader of the bots, Optimus confirmed, looking to Ratchet who grumbled something about it being the gist of it all. The latter bot was still wearing that strange eye patch thingy on his face, using it to get a closer look at Sari’s key. If it had been her, Tyla knew she would have felt uneasy, but oddly enough, Sari stayed pretty calm about the whole ordeal.

“Does that make me a superhero now?” Sari asked, electing a smile from Tyla. Of course that’s where someone her age would go with the news they just received about bringing someone back from the dead. Tyla only hoped that wouldn’t develop into a saviour complex later down the road.

“What’s a superhero?” Bumblebee asked, having been chewed out by the bigger bot, along with Highdrive, about sneaking in two human girls without so much as asking permission first. In their defence, Tyla argued that they didn’t have time to do so, considering the state Prowl had been in when the two of them snuck into the two younger bots.

“It’s kind of like a cop, but a really cool one with like superpowers and stuff,” Tyla tried to explain, pulling out her phone to search up a picture, only to find that her phone wasn’t picking up on any signals below who knew how many metres of water. “Crud.”

“Basically like you guys but less… robot-bits,” Sari explained in her own way. The bots still seemed pretty confused but accepted the comparison for now. Sari turned her attention back to the one the older of the two medics. “So does it?”

The old bot huffed, removing his monocle, and setting it aside on the berth. Tyla nearly took a step back when she noticed that the monocle was nearly half Sari’s size. Just how big were these robots really?

“Something like that, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible or something. We still don’t know how durable you humans are.”

Tyla flinched at Ratchet’s choice of words but only shook her head as she answered what she felt was truth enough. “Oh trust me, we’re not.”

Alarm crossed the six robotic faces in the room before Tyla ended up on the receiving end of Sari’s elbow. “What she means to say is that we humans are very durable. You can’t squash us that easily, you know.”

Tyla parted her lips to interject before the big green one that had called himself Bulkhead earlier sighed in relief. “Phew, that’s a relief. I’d hate for that to happen to you.”

“Well… I wouldn’t go so far as to say we’re indestructible,” Tyla managed to correct, earning a glare from Sari, to which she responded with a look of her own. The younger girl conceded, knowing that they would have been in big trouble if the bots hadn’t shown up when they did back at the factory. “But as long as you don’t purposefully step on us, we should be okay.”

The bots nodded their understanding. After a short silence, Highdrive looked up to Optimus, reaching the taller bot’s shoulder in terms of height. “So, what happens now, sir?”

Optimus frowned some in thought, “I guess we need to start setting up a base and figure out what we’re going to do from there. There’s nothing much we can do besides that for now.”

“In that case, I know the perfect place,” Sari grinned.

Transformers Animated, Sari Sumdac, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Prowl, Bumblebee and Bulkhead © Hasbro Morning After, Tyla and Highdrive © Fang Wolfsbane

#Bulkhead #Chapter #Fanfiction #Hasbro #Highdrive #MA #Morning After #OC #Optimus Prime #Original Character #ProwlBumblebee #Ratchet #Sari Sumdac #TFA #TFAMA #Transformers #Transformers Animated #Transformers Animated Morning After #Tyla

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alittlebitmaybe · 4 years

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making concessions

so i, uh, maybe wrote the nichest, dumbest cracky au ficlet in the world. i blame @yoursummerfrost who is possibly the sole audience for this. i hope you’re happy.

anyway, this is what i described in this post, aka “Geralt and Jaskier meet at a Magic: the Gathering tournament that Jaskier has no business being at but somehow he beats Geralt and then they try to have sex in the bathroom”

featuring a complete disregard for like, legal cards or real decks or any actual knowledge of MTG tournaments beyond living with someone who plays it a lot

rated M for like frottage and marking and stuff

“Fresh meat,” Yen mutters, perched against one of the folding tables, knees spread. She punctuates it with a snap of her bubble gum.

Geralt folds his arms across his chest, eyebrow raised. “This is a low-tier Magic tournament, Yen, not a grade school playground.”

“Doesn’t make him not fresh meat. He’s gonna last five minutes, tops. Someone is gonna OTK that poor bastard.”

“We’ve all got to start somewhere.”

“That kid, Geralt,” she says, “is starting nowhere.”

The man Yen calls that kid does look more like he should be at Coachella than at a Magic: the Gathering tournament—bandana, loose tank top, cuffed jean shorts, and all—but, Geralt thinks, clearing his throat, he’s definitely no kid, not with the definition in his arms and the chest hair and the light scruff along his jaw. He is, though, going around and asking people to show him their decks, which he takes from them and riffles through clumsily while oohing and ahhing.

“Good for me, at least,” Geralt adds. “One less actual competitor to knock out.”

Yen punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Sure, if you can keep it in your pants. You just went all googly-eyed. Those baby blues suck you in already?”

He drags his gaze back to her. “He’s alright. If he touches my cards like that I’ll kill him. They’re worth more than his life.”

“I know, dear. I know. Well, gird yourself, because if you both win your first matches you’re against each other.”

Geralt smiles. “No problem. I’ve been playtesting against every meta deck for weeks. My win ratios are favorable against almost anything. This whole thing is mine.”

“Nerd,” says Yen.

Geralt tugs at the hem of her vest, and she kicks out at him with her boot heel. “You’re literally a judge here. You’re certified.”

“Exactly. I’m in a position of power, but you’re just here to show off. Nerd.”

“Keep it up and I won’t share the prize.”

“Half the prize money would barely buy me dinner at Applebee’s, but thanks anyway, darling. You can keep it, I think I’ll manage.”

And well, that’s fair, actually.

“It’s not about the money,” Geralt protests.

Yen snorts. “Obviously, or no one would be here. We all just bow to the whims of MTG. And thank them. And hand over our credit cards.”

Coachella man has dropped someone’s deck all over the floor and is apologetically gathering the cards back into a haphazard pile. The spectacle has drawn stares.

“Who’s the fool, really?” Yen asks. “Him, or us?”

“Hm,” Geralt replies.

“Geralt,” says Geralt. “Bant ramp.”

“Jaskier,” says Coachella man, smiling brightly and taking the proffered hand as he settles himself across the table. “Was that last bit English?”

“It’s…my deck,” Geralt explains dubiously. “Bant ramp? Green, white, blue?”

Jaskier pulls an impressed face. “They’ve got names for things like that? You really know your stuff, Geralt.”

“Uh,” says Geralt, nonplussed. “Yeah, thanks. What are you playing, then?”

“Oh, I’ve got this great deck! It’s got all the colors because I couldn’t pick just a few, and all the cards have such pretty art, you know? I had to put in the best ones. A few of ‘em are even shiny. She’s treated me well so far, this deck. I love her.”

Geralt scans down the list of players on his tourney pamphlet. Next to Jaskier’s name it says only Five color aggro???

Geralt huffs out through his nose. That is nonsensical, and—most importantly—not something he ever playtested against. But no matter what is in that deck, Geralt’s got this in the bag. There’s no way this Jaskier guy has the land base needed to support five colors. Especially if he chose his cards, apparently, based on the art.

Jaskier begins slowly pile shuffling his deck of utterly unsleeved cards. Not even inner sleeves, much less double sleeves. Geralt’s blood pressure ticks up.

“So, uh,” he begins, “you’re new to this, huh? What got you into Magic?”

“Ah, my friend Essi plays here and there, she mentioned this and it seemed like it’d be a lark. New experience and such. And hey”—Jaskier looks up and grins—“maybe I’ll win!”

Geralt thinks about the hours and weeks and years he’s spent studying cards and losing games and analyzing pro matches. “Good luck,” he says.

“Thank you, you’re sweet.”

Jaskier continues placing each card meticulously on its own stack. Geralt shuffles his own deck again and again as he waits.

“Do you want me to, uh.”

Jaskier looks up and says, “Oh, would you? That would be so helpful. I’ve never quite got the hang of the—,” he makes a riffle shuffle gesture, “—whole shuffling thing.”

He loses the coin toss, which, he realizes a few turns later, is not an auspicious beginning. But even with Jaskier on the play and him on the draw, certainly it won’t make that much of a difference. Not when Jaskier has to squint at his hand like he’s reading all the card texts for the first time ever. At one point he even goes “Oh, that’s an interesting one,” as if surprised. It cannot make that much of a difference to go second.

And it doesn’t. Because he can’t draw shit to save his life.

While Geralt draws white mana after white mana, Jaskier throws down creature after creature, ignoring effects and the stack entirely in favor of big numbers and building a “board aesthetic.” Whatever the fuck that means. He drops a land on every turn and his mana costs curve out perfectly, despite the stretch over five fucking colors. It’s nothing short of miraculous.

Finally, Geralt is staring down a board of attackers against the lone creature he’d managed to play, and Jaskier says “Ooh, I’ve got enough of the land thingies to play this fella!” and drops—of all fucking things—a Craterhoof Behemoth. Like Geralt isn’t already nearly dead on board.

Geralt eyes the board wipe in his hand that—for fuck’s sake—requires blue.

A single blue mana needed, and a stack of Plains in front of him a mile high.

“It resolves,” he grumbles.

“Woooooo,” says Jaskier. “I mean, that’s good, right?”

“Yes,” says Geralt. “For you.”

He’s got one more draw step to try to dig for an Island. One fucking Island, a fetch land, a mana-producing artifact, anything. He’s spent way too much money on his mana fixing for this to happen.

On his draw, he takes into hand a worthless green creature.

“Fuck!” He scrubs a hand over his face, drops his hand onto the table. “That’s the game. Good one.”

Jaskier looks confused. “What do you mean? You mean I win? But I didn’t get to, you know.” He mimes pushing his attackers across the table like an advancing army. “Kill you.”

“I’m dead on board and have nothing.”

“But I wanted to attack with my big fella!”

Geralt sighs and faintly hears Yen laughing her ass off down the table. And they play out Jaskier’s turn. In which Geralt immediately dies.

As Jaskier celebrates and gathers his cards, Geralt levels him with a tired stare. “Look, be straight with me. Is this a fucking hustle?”

Jaskier laughs brightly. “What, didn’t think I could play, eh?”

“You can’t,” Geralt says. “Obviously. Unless it’s a hustle.”

“No hustling here!” Jaskier then wiggles his eyebrows lasciviously. “Unless you’d like to hustle me later. If you catch my drift.”

Geralt does. “That is not a real come on.”

“Sure it is, since you know I’m coming on to you.”

“Let’s just play out the match,” Geralt says with finality.

He’s down one, but he just needs two wins. Two wins against a deck that will, eventually, be inconsistent and impractical. He shuffles his own deck—tested and massaged until its consistency holds up to real life statistics—four times, just to make sure.

Then Jaskier holds out his deck and Geralt begrudgingly shuffles that, too.

“You have nice hands,” Jaskier comments, following his fingers on the cards. “Big. Strong. Capable.”

“Shut up,” Geralt mumbles, and pretends to ignore it when Jaskier says, Yes, sir.

He loses the match on game two, and it’s his own damn fault, this time, because Jaskier drops an infinite combo and doesn’t even realize it until Geralt opens his dumb fucking mouth.

“There it is,” he groans, resigned, as Jaskier lays down the last combo piece. “Lucky draw.”

“Eh?”

“You comboed out?”

“Eh?” Jaskier says again, fingers still on the card like he’s thinking of taking it back, face utterly perplexed.

“You—holy fucking Christ.” Geralt throws his hands in the air. “You don’t even know you have that combo, do you.”

“I—do not, per se, know that, no.”

“That effect will untap your artifact, which lets you—oh, who cares. Fine. You win. Congrats.”

Jaskier’s expression brightens. “I win? Really? But I didn’t even attack!”

“You win. Really.”

Geralt wants a beer.

“Oh!” Jaskier is now beaming. He glances at his watch, a gold-trimmed gaudy thing. “Well, that was quick. We’ve got some time before the next round, if you wanna—uh—”

“Yeah,” sighs Geralt. Heat curls in his belly alongside the mingled anger (shame? embarrassment?) and disappointment. “Whatever.”

Might as well.

Geralt shoves Jaskier back against the bathroom door as he locks it, and Jaskier promptly wraps his legs around Geralt’s waist. Without a moment of hesitation Geralt leans in, biting at Jaskier’s lips, feeling arms circle his neck and hands weave themselves into his hair. Their bodies align perfectly and when Geralt thrusts forward, Jaskier gasps into his mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah, like that.”

A growl leaves Geralt in response, frustration with this stupid, clueless man bubbling up within him. Jaskier tastes like red Gatorade and smells like that body butter Yen keeps on her bathroom counter.

It’s less off-putting than it should be.

He keeps going like that, not because he was told to but because it’s infuriatingly good, Jaskier’s body warm and firm and pliant against his as he rolls his hips.

“Oh, God,” Jaskier groans on a thrust that results in a particularly good drag, which separates their mouths enough for Geralt to redirect his attention. With one hand he drags down the idiotic bandana tied around Jaskier’s neck and starts to suck harsh marks into salty skin. Jaskier keeps up a noisy litany of gasps and muffled, bitten-off encouragements. “Oh, that’s—good, fuck—your mouth—like it rough, don’t you…”

Geralt doesn’t particularly like it rough, actually, when he hasn’t been fucking hustled at his own game, but Jaskier still doesn’t seem to have caught on to the part where Geralt is sort of fucking furious about this whole situation.

Instead of explaining himself, he just bites down on Jaskier’s pulse point and curls his hand around Jaskier’s waist where his shirt is rucked up, nails digging in.

“Yeah—” Jaskier says, and tugs at Geralt’s hair, and then there’s banging on the door.

“We can hear you, assholes. There’s a line out here and we gotta piss,” an angry voice calls from the other side.

“Use the ladies’!” Jaskier yells hoarsely. “There’s never anyone in there. This one’s occupied.” Geralt moves against him again. “Oh, that’s—more.”

“No,” says the angry voice. “No more.” Another round of banging. “We’re calling property management. They’ve got a key.”

“Shit,” Geralt says, dropping Jaskier, who makes an indignant noise. He unlocks and opens the door.

There is, in fact, a small crowd around the men’s room, headed by a red-faced man half a foot shorter than Geralt.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” Geralt says.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” the man sneers back.

“Technically,” Jaskier pipes up, straightening his bandana and swiping at his hair, “nothing ever came out of any pants.”

“Jaskier,” says Geralt, “don’t help.”

An official-looking group of people rounds the corner, accompanied by Yen, who spots Geralt and nearly falls to the floor in a mirthful fit. He rolls his eyes.

The officials don’t like that at all.

A few months later, Jaskier kneels on the other side of Geralt’s coffee table, considering his hand. He licks his lip and taps a few lands to place an enchantment, which Geralt promptly counters.

“You and your fucking—control decks,” Jaskier sighs. “Let me play one some time.”

“Make your own,” says Geralt. “You can use my collection.”

“Ah, maybe I will, and then you won’t be able to play anything at all, ever, and how would you like that?”

“Do you have anything to get rid of my flyers?”

“Unfortunately, no, Geralt, I do not, or I would have played it by now.”

“Then you should probably concede.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He picks up his cards, sleeved properly, and slides them over to Geralt’s side. “Shuffle please.”

Geralt shuffles them.

“Shame we can’t go to the tournament today,” says Jaskier wistfully. “Banned. What rot. We didn’t even get off that day. Rudely interrupted.”

“Yeah, well, someone had no business being there, anyway.”

“I still think I could have gone all the way. Beat you, didn’t I?”

“Haven’t since.”

“Only because you learned my tricks.”

“Jaskier, you don’t have tricks.”

“Exactly.” He smiles, and Geralt can’t help but smile back. When he places Jaskier’s deck back on the table, Jaskier’s hand rests on top of his. “I am, though, Geralt, absolutely thrilled that we met. Whatever the circumstance. Or consequence. If it needs saying.”

It doesn’t, but Geralt meets his eyes and says, “Yeah, me too.”

#LAKSDGLKDFJD #yes this is how i spent my day #my fic #geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #i might post this on ao3 later idk #just for the hell of it #dear brain can i please work on the zombie au now #WHY is this 2200 words

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justrandomselfships · 3 years

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📌, 🧻 and 🔜 for any f/o!! ❤️

I'll go with Ibuki for these 👀

📌 Your f/o has gotten the idea stuck in their head that they want to write you little notes for you to find throughout the day. They get up early to start hiding all the little notes they have written the past few days.

Where do they hide the notes? Is it places you visit daily or more obscure places so it comes as an extra surprise when you do find them? What's written on them? How does your f/o react whenever you find one?

Ibuki would leave notes literally everywhere. Even somewhere she knows I won't check. Heck knowing her she'd even stick one on the ceiling and knowing ME it'd take me few days to see it.

Here are some random notes I thought of.

"Hi wifey remember to smile or I will turn you upside down"

"I'm not gonna be home today so you better prepare yourself cuz Ibuki will need her cuddles when she gets back!"

"You didn't expect that little card boy here"

*insert a rickroll link*

"If you find this you have now a free unlimited kiss coupon that expires: NEVER! COME KISS ME NOW I'M WAITING"

🧻 You are sitting on the toilet, but to your horror there is no toilet paper.

How do you alert your f/o so they can help you? Do they tease you while helping out? Do they apologize? Did they even hear or acknowledge your cries for help?

I'd just text her stuff like "I need the shitter tape" (believe it or not but that's a literal translation for one memey word for toilet paper in my main language) or if I know she can hear me I'd just say it out loud. Neither of us would make it a big deal lol-

Although I never had such problem myself mainly because I always store the toilet paper in the bathroom just so when I run out I won't go into panic mode.

🔜 "Letter to my future self." One of you is writting a letter to your future self, describing the things that have recently happened to you in your relationship and how you feel about it all. Of course it includes gushing about your partner.

Who is the one writing it? Show us a bit of that letter!

Bruh I'll write both letters. From me and Ibuki.

From me:

Hi future me. It's you, I don't know when exactly you'll read this but I'm sure you'll be happy to remember this: Ibuki recently tried that thing where she puts soap on a piece of cloth and then breaths it in. She didn't tell me beforehand and somehow managed to keep a straight face until she kissed me. The soap was disgusting but it was just so funny I couldn't get mad at her. But I want to know... Did you get back at her at any point in time?

From Ibuki:

Hello Ibuki from the future it's me- Ibuki from the past! It's so crazy that I haven't thought about writing this but Komako- my current girlfriend and I hope your wife- said we should write something for our future selves and just have that little time capsule thingy! It's so cool to think back about stuff so here is random memory: Koko tried to bake some cookies today but she messed up a little and they had really funny shapes they were still good! But I burnt my tounge cause I tried it too quickly (totally worth it cause I got ice cream!)

#🎶 full volume 🔊#Selfship #Oc x cannon #kinda self ship related #selfship #self insert #oc x cannon #self ship #self shipping #my self insert #danganronpa x oc #my f/o #oc x cc

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turinn · 3 years

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HiMERU has such good cards so it pains me even more that I probably won't get him with the 300 dias I have like that's impossible svdbdbd

And oh god I feel you on the whole favorites back-to-back thingy, it sucks so much!! I'm glad you at least managed to get Keito home quickly but it's very rude of Aira to decline your invitation to come home smh 😔

It honestly feels like happyele just loves to somehow give all of us our favorites back to back. I remember my first tour event I participated in being the ancient legend one at literally had both of my favorite characters ( Mika and Kohaku) as the five stars so that was a very rough thing to start my enstars story with sbsbs Also can we talk about how mean they were to run that event during kohaku's birthday so I couldn't afford to play regular songs on his birthday because I had to put every BP I had into the tours? Because it was *very* mean of them and I haven't forgiven them yet 😤

And then soon after they pulled that knights event on us with a Ritsu 5 star and hell once again began sbssdb

We gotta start making hate posts about our faves so happyele won't put them into the gacha anymore sjsh

Oh my god that's so painful! My first tour (and my first event, actually) was Night Club which was the second tour ever and they changed a lot about how tours worked for it and I remember everyone was so confused KSJFK but I can't imagine how painful having to pick between them for your first tour event must have been 😭 And that's so evil wth... I didn't play that event bc of it being double face but GOD. cruelty

And then euthanasia so soon after 😭 whyd they do you like that!! Happyele are addicted to being evil I think

GOOD IDEA @ happyele my favourite enstars character is uhhhh bingus <3 Mayoi WHO I have NEVER heard of him. What the hell is an alkaloid? is that a fruit?

#🌙 inbox #💌; yandere-daze

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other-cullen-ficrecs · 3 years

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DA January Challenge: Day 7 - Injustice.

Pairing: Justice & Fenris, hints of Justice/Fenris Timeline: DA2 Warnings/Additional Tags: cracky Summary: Five times Justice tried to do something nice for Fenris and one time it really worked.

"I know you guys don't care for each other much but I really appreciate that you're trying," Hawke said solemnly, clasping Ander's arm.

It always felt so meaningful when Hawke said something honest and serious. As if it carried even more weight surrounded by his usual joyful demeanour.

It would probably be even more meaningful if Anders knew what in the void Hawke was talking about.

He shrugged it off for now going back to checking the supplies they were left with after last fight and the necessary healing that followed. With Fenris' insistence against being healed when a potion would do they were severely down on elfroot potions and had anything left only because Anders actually brought more on this trip than usually.

He suddenly felt very pleased with himself about it and frowned at the notion, recognizing the feeling as not generating from himself. Apparently, Justice was happy that his nagging had an effect this time. Anders only sighed, shaking his head and ignoring the smug spirit.

Anders cared for his work - both with the ill and the mages - but he was getting sick of the sight of his own clinic. It's been weeks since he even saw his friends. His days were filled with working at the clinic and then with the mage underground. He barely had time to rest and whatever time he had at his disposal was always used for something productive: gathering herbs, preparing potions, writing his manifesto.

Justice was insistent and even when Anders required some time off he forced him away from his friends.

It was almost two months when Hawke finally shadowed his doorstep and Anders was so relieved he could almost kiss him.

"Hawke! I was starting to worry some runaway dragon ate you."

Hawke shook his head, looking sheepish.

"I'm sorry, I know I haven't been around much. After what happened with Hadriana... Well, Fenris needed to let go of some steam preferably without any mages around."

"Ah."

"We actually did end up killing a dragon! It's a shame you've missed it."

"You fought a dragon without a healer or- No. You know what? I don't want to know. I'll just enjoy the not having to fight a dragon life that I'm leading."

Hawke only laughed and shook his head as if Anders was the ridiculous one between them.

"Mage!"

Anders ignored him for the time being, bent down to focus on healing a wound on Isabella's leg. It provided him with a lovely view while he was casting and there was hardly a need to turn away for one angry elf.

"I'm speaking to you!"

"I can hear that, yes." He drawled. "But as you may see, I'm somewhat busy."

"Oh, don't mind me, boys. If you'd like to deal with all that tension, I'm happy to wait and watch."

They both glared at Isabella which only made her grin even brighter.

"You healed me," Fenris growled out.

"Yes! Well spotted!"

"You healed me more often than anyone else!"

"If you hate it so much try stepping in front of blades less often. It does wonders for one's health. Healer's word!"

Fenris disgusted noise was his only reply as the elf stomped away from him, clearly still annoyed. Anders didn't bother looking. Just like during the fight he was perfectly aware where exactly the elf was, the lyrium in his marks still singing loudly.

"You did heal him a lot, you know. If I didn't find it so fueling for my friend fiction, I would be jealous."

"He got wounded a lot. I assure you, I play no favourites. Definitely not with him!"

"Oh, wait, I found a necklace that might work for you."

Fenris turned slightly towards Hawke.

"A necklace?"

"Yeah, it's one of those charms thingies. Supposedly it will make you even harder to kill."

Fenris snorted but put on the charm with a dismissive shake of the head. Hawke showed Anders thumbs-up behind the elf's back.

Anders only sighed when Justice's pleased feeling flooded him again. It took him longer than he was proud to admit but he finally realized that Justice was drawn to the elf. Some sort of perfect mix of being a victim of injustice and covered in lyrium that was practically a call directly aimed at Justice. Now he wondered if he should start worrying about flowers and chocolates, perhaps a charm found among the looted bodies was just a first step.

He didn't like the contemplative silence he was getting from the spirit.

"I brought-- Apple pie?" Anders frowned at his bag. He most certainly did not plan on bringing that.

One of his patients baked it for him and he looked forward to eating a bit before sharing with others in need that lived so close. He definitely didn't plan on bringing it to a cards night and was wondering what in the void got into Justice when he noticed Fenris trying not to look interested.

He closed his eyes briefly, regretting ever meeting Justice in the first place, and put the pie on the table.

"Enjoy everyone! As it was a gift for a saved arm I take absolutely no critic. And since I did save that arm it's probably not poisoned."

Fenris pretended to be not interested for the rest of the evening but somehow still managed to eat most of it. Anders wasn't even sure if Justice was the only one pleased by that.

+ 1

"Elf... Fenris, I know it's important to you-"

"They're slavers, Varric. Their fresh goods the message was about are people, packed and ready to be shipped out."

"I know this! But what you want me to do about it right now? They're holed up in that cave, at least thirty men willing to fight. Hawke is wounded and unconscious. I'm more limping than walking and Anders will keel over if he casts anything stronger than healing a paper cut."

Fenris growled in frustration.

"I know you're a terrifyingly good fighter but we're simply outnumbered. And by much. I can pull some strings and-"

"They'll be gone by then. They will be on the ship by the time we make it to Kirkwall."

Varric only sighed, there was no point in lying. Anders passed him a healing potion.

"For the wound," he explained tiredly. "Hawke will be fine but he needs rest. Fenris- I have a suggestion but you're not going to like it."

The elf only glared.

"I can't help you fight... But Justice can."

Fenris froze, staring at him.

"You have no mana."

"He is a warrior. He used to fight with a sword and shield if I borrow Hawke's..."

"Okay, let me get this straight, you will let your spirit filling take over and slash some slavers? With Fenris? That I gotta see."

Varric swallowed the potion and heaved Bianca up on his shoulder.

"Why would the demon want to help?"

Anders held a hand to his forehead, Justice anger echoing painfully around his skull. He was so drained of mana he was nauseated and he hardly needed any more of the abuse.

"For the thousand time - spirit. And he-" Anders sighed. Shaking his head and murmuring under his breath: "This is a horrible idea."

Soon shining cracks appeared on their skin and Justice looked down at the elf before them.

"SLAVERY IS UNJUST. YOU ARE AN HONORABLE MAN FOR WISHING TO FIGHT IT. IT IS ONLY RIGHT FOR ME TO JOIN YOU AS ANDERS IS UNABLE TO."

Fenris stared at the spirit.

"Well, shit," Varric summed up nicely.

The elf seemed to calculate the options before walking towards Hawke and gathering the warrior's sword and shield. He pushed them into Justice's arms.

"Follow me," he growled out, walking into the cave.

"YOUR LYRIUM MARKINGS MAKE IT EASY FOR ME TO SENSE YOU, IT WILL BE EASY TO FOLLOW YOUR LEAD."

Varric glanced back at Hawke, breathing strongly and hidden as well as possible from the view of any possible wanderers that might do him in. He patted Bianca comfortingly.

"Isabella would never forgive me if I didn't watch how this plays out," he reasoned following two glowing men into the cave.

#DAJanuary #my fic #dragon age 2 #justice dragon age #fenris #justice/fenris #da2 #Okay so I know it's 19th okay but like #im not good at doing things on time #im catching up!#sorta #might still be finishing posting those in february #then again i actually might finish posting them so *shrugs*#SUCCESS

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ineffably-good · 4 years

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The First Heist Of The Rest Of Their Lives

I wrote this story for two different people -- first it was for @tlou15, who asked for a story about Aziraphale and Crowley finding one of their skulls from a prior incarnation. And then I also worked it around to cover the heist story I promised @lovermrjokerr for their 8k writing challenge, which I signed up to participate in two months ago! I’ m two days late posting my story for that challenge -- but I had to get through the rest of my May story prompts first! Too many irons in the fire, as they say!

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley come across a relic of one of their former corporations in a museum, and immediately realize they have to liberate it. Hijinks ensue.

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There were times when being an ethereal entity capable of dying and recorporating came back to bite you in the ass.

Over the years, Crowley and Aziraphale had become increasingly good at limiting their discorporations. It took a couple millennia of practice, however, to learn to recognize and avoid the obvious dangers in this new world of theirs. At first, the fatal accidents were more frequently and somewhat unexpected. A fall from a high cliff (demon), simply because neither of them knew that a fall could kill them. A rather unnecessary drowning (angel), simply because the entity in question didn’t know that failing to hold one’s breath underwater would result in death. A kick in the head from a large land ungulate (demon) with a grudge. A rather deep spear injury (angel) that could have simply been side stepped. The list went on and on.

Luckily, Above and Below were also somewhat more accommodating and liberal with the issuing of new bodies than they came to be in later years.

As time passed, they got to better at the protocols of losing a body, too. Go back to home base, fill out the paperwork (in triplicate, for hell, using a scratchy pencil whose point always broke off), be polite (in Heaven) or surly (in Hell) to the body clerk, and get a new one issued as quickly as possible. Make your way back to Earth and then go back and clean up the scene of the crime, so to speak, so you didn’t leave the remnants of an ethereally-issued skeleton around. Tidy up the memories of anyone involved in the incident, and reassume your old life if possible, or, if a funeral had already been held and too many people were involved, simply move on to a new location or assignment. It all worked out.

For the most part.

Being, as they were, two of the more lackadaisical, non-detail oriented entities ever stationed in this sphere, though, it was natural that here and there a few of the details got missed.

Which is what led to the two of them, standing in front of an exhibit in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, filled with a deep sense of foreboding.

“Is that…” Crowley muttered.

“No, it couldn’t possibly be…” Aziraphale said under his breath.

“I’m fairly certain it is…”

“Oh, dear lord,” Aziraphale breathed. “Yes, that’s one of mine!”

In front of them, an exhibit on the Mayans did an admirable job showcasing their culture and achievements, dispelling the pervasive myths of human sacrifice, and above all showing a recreation of a temple display used to honor their dead. By punching holes in each side of a series of skulls and stringing them on a pole, like beads, to be displayed and revered.

And right smack in the center, oddly devoid of the same signs of aging and decay as the ones around it, was a brilliant white skull that bore more than a passing resemblance to the man staring at it in horror through the glass. To the human observers, it just appeared oddly pristine. But to Crowley and Aziraphale and any other ethereal entity who bothered to take a look, it was pulsing with remnants of celestial energy.

Crowley dissolved in laughter. This earned him a stern glare from the angel.

“What?” he said, snorting. “Your skull is hanging like a pendant on a stick in the Natural History Museum and I can’t laugh? How could you just leave one of your skulls laying around in – in what? Peru? Where did this come from?”

Aziraphale sniffed. “Mexico, I believe. I spent some time there, in San Lorenzo, the first Olmec capital.”

“You did?” Crowley asked. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“We weren’t speaking at the time,” Aziraphale said. “Remember that big fight we had in Persia?”

“Oh, that…” Even after several thousand years, Crowley still managed to sound vaguely resentful. “You mean when you clocked me unconscious with your fist?”

“You hit me first!”

“Not the same, and you know it,” Crowley sulked. Being hit by a snake demon who was not bred for fighting was nothing like being punched in the jaw by the Guardian of the Eastern Gate. It was like being hit by a locomotive – although the comparison wouldn’t come to him for a few thousand years.

Aziraphale glanced over at him, taking in the sulky look on the demon’s face. “Oh, come now, my dear,” he pouted. “We’ve long sense settled that particular kerfuffle. I apologized multiple times, didn’t I?”

Crowley mouthed the word ‘kerfuffle’ to himself with a grin. “I suppose we did, yes.” He stepped over a few feet and read the long and detailed card about the skulls in front of them. “Oh angel, listen to this.”

He read from the placard:

Called a tzompantli by the Mayans, these ritual displays were believed to be used to showcase were originally thought to be a grotesque display of slain enemies, placed to rally the Mayan’s support for their leaders and to serve as a warning sign to others to stay away from Mayan territory. Although rumors have abounded about human sacrifice in Mayan culture, recent evidence reveals that these displays may have been more funerary in usage, highlighting the revered ancestors and that many of these skulls shows signs of being dead long before the post-holes were cut in them.

“How, pray tell, did you become one of the honored dead for the Mayans?” Crowley said, grinning. “Or were you actually sacrificed at one of their temples? Drowned in a cenote?”

Aziraphale frowned. “That’s a story for another time, my dear.”

“Oh, but I haven’t even gotten to the good bit. The part where they talk about the gleaming white skull in the center and how it shows signs of having been treated with some unknown and lost technology that made it ‘impervious to decay’.” Crowley chortled.

“I really should find a way to remove it from the display,” Aziraphale fretted. “Before someone decides to take a closer look at it under one of those – scanning microscope thingies they have now and discovers it doesn’t appear to be fully human. Or before one of the archangels finds out about it…”

“Ha!” Crowley shouted. “Imagine the uproar. Evidence of ancient aliens discovered in Smithsonian Museum! The chaos around the world!”

Aziraphale turned fully towards Crowley and looked menacing in the way that only he could. “Whatever foolish idea you’re forming right now for mischief,” he said warningly, “I absolutely forbid it!”

“Aw, angel,” Crowley whined. “Come on, I never get to have any fun.”

“You can have some fun by helping me pilfer this exhibit once the museum is closed tonight,” Aziraphale said. “I do believe the security here is rather prodigious.”

“You intend to rob the museum on our vacation?” Crowley asked, astonished. “You could just… you know… miracle the skull out, replace it with a duplicate.”

Aziraphale studied the exhibit for a long slow moment, considering, then turned and settled a blinding grin on his demon spouse. “I could,” he drawled, “but where would the fun be in that?”

Crowley felt a warm rush of something run through him. Love? Joy? Slight anxiety? Who knew. All he knew was the angel was quite possibly the most perfect thing on the entire Earth. No, in the galaxy. Quite possibly the galactic cluster.

“So,” the angel continued. “Are you in or out?”

“I’m in,” Crowley managed to croak, through his haze of feelings. “I’m so in.”

Aziraphale rewarded him with a peck on the cheek, then offered his arm to the demon and shepherded him down to the café, murmuring something about having heard they had the loveliest cakes here. Time to do a little planning, and what better way then over a little dessert?

They hunkered down in the museum’s café, over a gaudy orange tray that held two lovely napoleons and two cups of a rather poor excuse for tea, and started making plans.

Aziraphale surveyed the room around them. “We could just – you know, hide somewhere until everything is closed tonight. Saves breaking in.”

Crowley took a sip of his tea, made a disgusted face, and nodded neutrally. “We could, of course. That’d be the sensible thing to do.” He took a smaller sip. “Or, we could really go for it. Assemble a crack team, get some tech, do that thing with carabiners and cables.” He mimes a Tom Cruise, Mission Impossible style, arms-out float down from the ceiling and manages to convey that he would also be holding a knife in his teeth at the same time.

Aziraphale smiles, noncomittally. “Well that does sound exciting, my dear. But I can’t quite imagine that we have time to set that all up by tonight. And I do think we ought to get my skull out of there as soon as possible. It could hardly be a coincidence, don’t you think, our running into it here today?”

Crowley frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, just that we have a way of stumbling onto things at exactly the right moment,” the angel said. “Who’s to say that if we put the recovery off for a week, we wouldn’t somehow have Gabriel leading a team of school children through here tomorrow for some reason and discovering it, or some stupid Earth magician about to steal it for his own magical purposes?”

Crowley blinked at him. “You’re saying it’s fate that we came here today and that we’re not meant to leave without the skull? It’s not Armageddon, angel.”

Aziraphale took a bite of his napoleon and then delicately tapped the edges of his mouth with the napkin. “Well,” he said, leaning forward. “Doesn’t it feel a bit urgent to you? I mean, underneath it all?”

Crowley had to admit, the angel had a point.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “No tech. Can we at least synch our watches or something?”

Aziraphale stared at him flatly for a moment and then pulled out his ancient pocket watch, complete with chain. “If we must.”

Crowley grinned.

It was funny, Crowley thought, that it was Aziraphale who insisted that they be appropriately attired for their heist. They’d hidden themselves away in a maintenance wing close to the Mayan exhibit, and Aziraphale had first used a miracle to suit them both up in black, skin tight cat-burglar type outfits, then another miracle to cover those up with maintenance worker uniforms and caps which made them fit right in so that no one would give them a second look.

“Stop fidgeting with your coveralls, Crowley!” the angel hissed, handing him a push broom. “You look very suspicious. Now get out there and let’s figure out where all of the cameras are.”

It was nearly closing time, and no one noticed anything awry when they wheeled their carts out into the Mayan area and began putting up bright yellow “Wet Floor” signs and started sweeping up the debris of the day. A quick, small miracle made them completely unnoticeable to the other maintenance staff – just two ordinary guys, no different than the guys they saw every day working this area, obviously well underway on their evening chores and with no need of any further supervision.

Soon enough, the building was closed and even the maintenance staff was putting away their equipment and getting ready to leave through the service entrance, leaving the building in the hands of the security staff. Crowley and Aziraphale made themselves scarce in a storage closet, until all the sounds in the building had ceased. Then they took off their coveralls and headed out to the exhibit in their dark-colored gear.

A quick miracle took care of the cameras, shifting them just slightly so that they showed everything except the skulls display. After that, they stood in front of the glass case, examining it closely.

Aziraphale rolled his shoulders. “Shall I just dissemble the case, then?” he asked quietly, reaching up to place his hands on either corner of the front panel.

“No!” Crowley all but shrieked. “Stop. Look, there’s a laser, right there.” He pointed at a small blue light that was shining on the edge of the glass door, just above the lock. “Clearly if the door is opened and the light beam gets interrupted, an alarm will go off. Don’t you watch movies, Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale dropped his hands and stepped back. “Not unless you make me, no. So, what do we do about this laser?”

Crowley thought for a minute. What would James Bond do? Shoot someone and kiss a girl, probably. He failed to see how either was helpful at this point in the process. And if he was kissing anyone, it was going to be the angel, and he had that activity slated for quite a bit later in the evening. He sighed. What was the world coming to when even James Bond couldn’t provide insight?

Aziraphale looked at him, a little worried, and that spurred him into action. Crowley held out his pointer finger and concentrated until a demonic claw sprang into existence where his fingernail should be. He sharpened it, made it harder, and whittled it down to a fine, fine point.

“Stand back, angel,” he said. “If we can’t open the door without setting off the laser alarm, we’re just going to go in above that.”

And feeling just like every bad-ass heist hero he’d ever watched in a movie, he started carving a large circular hole in the glass case in front of him. This normally wouldn’t work on the specialized shatter-proof glass that the museum used, but the one thing the special chemistry of the glass wasn’t prepared to repel was demonic intention. It cut before him like butter, silently and gently, until a large, 12” circle of glass fell loose in his other hand.

Crowley turned and handed the removed glass circle to Aziraphale, who carefully put it on the floor and gave the demon a bright smile.

“Oh, that was very nice, dear,” he whispered. “Very slick.”

“Now,” Crowley said, aware he was showing off a little bit, “we just reach in there and remove your skull from the pole –”

He stuck his hand through and then froze as several things happened at once.

One, a large alarm started blaring.

Two, they both suddenly realized that the skull was affixed to the horizontal pole through both sides of the brainpan, and that they could neither straight-out remove it nor could they slide it off the pole because of the number of other skulls hanging from the same pole on either side of it.

Three, a huge puff of some kind of gas came shooting out of the display case, hitting Crowley directly in the eyes. He dropped to the floor like a stone.

Aziraphale, having a slight second more warning than Crowley did, immediately stopped breathing, picked up his demon, and bent time and space to manifest them both back to their hotel. He put the demon down on the bed, covered him up, ensured he was breathing, and then realized he’d forgotten the skull.

“Oh FUCK,” he exclaimed, using the word for what was only the third time in his life. He snapped again, miracling himself back to the scene of the crime, and used magic to remove the central skull (and a portion of the pole with it) from the display. He had just raised a hand to disappear himself home when three security guards with guns drawn came running into the room.

“Freeze!” the shouted, their flashlight beams playing over him. “Hands up and turn around!”

Aziraphale turned slowly. “I can’t put my hands up, as you can see --” he called out in his most soothing voice, blinking through the blinding beams of light to try to see who he was dealing with, “-- because I am holding a rather priceless artifact. Please stay calm.”

He heard the safety on a gun click off and did his best to raise both hands and the pole with it over his head. The skull – his skull, disturbingly – rattled ominously as he did so. This was most offputting, he thought.

“Kneel!” the frontmost officer shouted, and Aziraphale sighed and rolled his eyes at the absurdity of all of this, but did so, carefully balancing the – his – skull overhead the whole time.

“Really, gentlemen,” he said quietly, using a tad of angelic influence. “We can talk this out. No need for those weapons.”

“You can talk it out with the police,” the front man said. “Lay down the artifact in front of you VERY SLOWLY.”

Aziraphale sighed. “I’m so sorry, but I’m rather afraid I can’t do that. You see this skull is nearly three thousand years old and if it touches the ground it might disintegrate.”

“Lay it down, NOW!” the man screamed, and Aziraphale suddenly noticed a couple of red laser sight dots playing about on his chest. This, he decided was getting much too serious.

Oh botheration. He usually left this kind of manipulation to Crowley to carry out – he was so much better at it. Nonetheless, Crowley was home and unconscious and possibly injured, and he wasn’t helping anyone by allowing himself to be shot or captured, and there was no way it was going to get back to heaven that he had been arrested – and for BURGLARY! – so with a deep, dejected sigh, he conjured up his powers and sent a wave of gentle but unavoidable exhortation and watched as all three men froze in place.

He slowly made his way to his feet, cradling the skull to his chest with one arm, and walked over to the exhibit, where he created and inserted an identical but non-ethereal copy of the skull and pole he’d removed, replaced and repaired the glass, and turned off the alarm. He checked the cameras to ensure that they were all still off. They were. And finally, he walked over to the armed men and gently touched each of them on the temple, one after the other.

“You will not remember the events of the last fifteen minutes,” he said, poking around the tiniest bit to ensure that this was true. “You will wake in a few minutes, after having a lovely dream about whatever you like best.”

And with that done, he returned to the hotel to tend to his demon.

Crowley woke up a few hours later, groggy and confused. “Angel?” he shouted, leaning up to look frantically around the room. “Angel?”

“Hush, dearest, I’m here,” Aziraphale said, sitting down on the bed beside him.

“What happened?”

“Oh, well,” the angel said. “We got interrupted. You set off a second alarm when you reached into the case and were sprayed with some gas that essentially knocked you out for a few hours. I brought you home and then went back for the skull.”

Crowley moaned and flopped his head back down on the pillow. “You mean – I missed everything? You went back without me? Angel, how could you?”

“You were unconscious, my dear,” the angel said reasonably. “And it wasn’t so hard. I removed the skull, put in a duplicate, wiped the memories of the three security guards who were thinking about shooting me, and popped back home, quick as a jiffy. No harm done.”

“Three men with guns?” Crowley said, looking suddenly very alert. “You went back alone to face three Americans with guns? You know how they are, angel.”

Aziraphale tutted. “Well in my defense, there were no men with guns when I left, so they were a bit of a surprise. However, I assure you that I was never in any danger. I turned their bullets to marshmallows as soon as they entered the room.”

“Marshmallows,” said Crowley flatly. “Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the angel asked, a tad indignantly. “I thought it was a rather nice solution to the problem.”

“Not very criminal of you,” Crowley muttered. He looked, the angel thought, jealous and pouty.

Aziraphale smiled softly. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the heist with me, my dear. It would have gone so much more smoothly if you were there.”

“’m good at heists,” Crowley mumbled.

“The very best,” Aziraphale said, wondering if he was laying it on too thick. “Definitely as good as anyone in the Bond films.”

“Only as good?” the demon said, with the hint of a smile.

“Oh, definitely better than some,” Aziraphale replied. “I’d say you’re head and shoulders above Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and Pierce Brosnan.”

The demon preened a little, although he was clearly trying to hide it. “And Sean Connery?” he asked.

“Hrm,” the angel said, consideringly. “I’d say you’d give him a good run for his money.”

Crowley sat up more fully, looking much more like himself. “And let’s not even start on Daniel Craig,” he said. “Hey, do you think the hotel television has movie channels? Maybe we can find a couple Bond films to watch before we eat dinner.”

“Might be wise of us to lay low tonight,” the angel said. “After all you were injured and we did just break into the Smithsonian. Perhaps we’ll order room service instead of going out.”

“Dinner and a movie?” Crowley said.

“That sounds just lovely.”

In the corner, in a duffel bag, a blindingly white skull with two large holes in it just above the ear canal sat quietly, a piece of ancient wood tucked carefully in beneath it. They’d take it back to London, Aziraphale had decided, and find some way to dispose of it there, or simply lock it up in one of Anathema’s spell-guarded chests if they couldn’t destroy it. It could take up a new life beneath the floorboards of the bookshop, somewhere where no one could find it or use it to cause them any trouble.

They were safe as houses, Aziraphale thought, problem averted. But just in case, he carefully warded the doors and windows as soon as dinner had been delivered so that no one could enter or leave for the rest of the night.

You could never be too careful.

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 4 years

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The forehead poke was really perfect, I still think about it.

Sakura is introduced as hating her forehead, so much she used to hide it with a fringe because she was bullied, and having a crush on Sasuke because he thinks hr is awesome. Sakura's grand wish is for Sasuke to appreciate her forehead despite it being "ugly" and fantasies he'd kiss it.

Sakura spends the first part of the manga as "useless". She never thinks she really measures to her teammates. Little does she know that she has done so much, it will impact her life and her relationship with Sasuke forever.

Sakura gets her heart broken because Sasuke runs away to be softcore evil and wanting him back as well as help Naruto, she goes learn to be strongest female ninja with Tsunade. She succeeded so hard she even manages to learn her master's forehead seal technique.

After some screw ups, Sasuke is redeemed by Itachi, then defeated by Naruto's friendship so he returns home. As he says goodbye to Sakura, he is thankful and promises to return, implying he loved her since before he left (while she was "useless" but was in fact deeply impact in him with her love) by repeating the same words he told her back then when he ran away and TOUCHING HER FOREHEAD (the diamond mark that was the symbol of her hard work to get him back after he left).

Meanwhile Sasuke is introduced as hating his brother and not wanting to bond with others much. Not as terribly cliché as the anime made it to be, but he was standoff-ish which is normal. Sasuke's whole family was murdered by his older brother when he was only a small child, so hr has promised he'll live to avenge them.

It's later revealed Sasuke idolised his brother, because Itachi was just so awesome. Still, Sasuke felt insecure about his brother's affections for him since he never had much time for him because of his work. He remembers, both bitterly and also fondly that Itachi would always playfully poke in the forehead and tell him they'd play another time.

Sasuke was disillusioned by his brother as a young child, but somehow grew to care for his friends, so much he considers them a second family. However, Itachi returns years later to beat him up and torture him to 72 hours of replaying their parents death in his head, so he decides to stop being a good guy and become a bad guy, because otherwise he will never avenge his family by killing his brother. He leaves his friends behind and goes join creepy snake man.

When Sasuke becomes strong enough, he kills snake man and goes after his brother. After a big fight there I'd a stalemate and it looks like Itachi kind of won after all despite his best efforts, but the man was already very sick from an unknown disease, so he succumbs to exhaustion. Before Itachi dies, he reaches for his brother and touches his forehead. Sasuke smiles despite everything and collapses in exhaustion.

When Sasuke wakes up, he is quite broken from killing his brother, because despite it all he still loved him in some way. Its then revealed that everything Itachi has done was to protect the village they lived in, it was his duty to kill his family and join an evil organisation. The only one Itachi couldn't kill was his little brother.

After Sasuke becomes softcore evil out of grief and pulling the drama quern card a lot, he is finally redeemed by Itachis zombie and then defeated by Naruto's friendship. While Sasuke believes he has ammends to do and this is why he wishes to go on a redemption trip, when Sakura asks to come along, he touches her forehead and tells her the same words he brother used to tell him.

This forehead poke encompasses two things. Sakura's wish to be acknowledged by whom she is despite her flaws (part 1) and by her strengths (part 2) by the guy she likes. Sasuke's yearning for "family" despite everything (after running away) and most importantly, accepting these bonds again (part 1 sans running away), which he later fulfills what his brother never did ("we will do it later") full by marrying her and starting a family together).

This is done... Sakura gets acknowledgement and Sasuke gets his family, symbolised through this gesture. At the time neither knows forehead thingies meant exactly to each other, but the reader KNOWS. It is one of the most perfectly woven ploy points of a 700 chaptered manga.

A kid's story doing it that right and deep. It could never top that, personally and I'm biased sure, nothing in that story was more perfect than that. Makes me teary eyed remembering. I'll remember it to the day I die.

#sasusaku #🌠

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