Prompt 135

Hear me out, there is no way that Jason doesn’t have some sort of lair in the ghost zone from his time being dead. There is no way it doesn’t still exist somewhere in the zones. So imagine you’re Jason, you’re angry and tired and just want to go somewhere safe where you can rest, you want to go home. 

And suddenly you’re falling through the floor- but somehow up? You’re floating but not, somehow slipping between the living and dead-

And then you’re crashing into a couch, a somehow familiar couch that had been gotten rid of in the manor years ago. And there’s your old beanbag chair, from before you even came to the manor, old toys you thought you’d lost, weapons in cases along the wall, pictures of your family, old and new- and books. Every book you’ve had or ever wanted to read, books that were never written or books that have yet to be written. 

And it feels safe. 

Well before a teen crashes in through a window and almost breaks one of the shelves while bleeding green everywhere. 

sasuke wants his new year's kiss :kissing_heart:

*picks you up and dips u in a vat of acid*

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

DOODELS

BABE???!?!??!!!?!!????

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF TEARS I SHED WHEN THEY WERE HAVING THE FERRIS WHEEL MOMENT PLS I JUST WANT THEM TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY,,, ok but I thought Kazuki was gonna be asking Miri who she wanted to stay with bc he pulled the dad move of trapping everyone in a moving vehicle object so theres no escape.

it makes me so sad to read the file in lost in nightmares after getting the 3 passwords and seeing all the wesker children because they weren’t called that, they were just called test subjects :(

it’s honestly sad to think that all of them but albert and alex died a horrible death because of the prototype virus too. mutation isn’t exactly painless when you’re not compatible

even in wesker’s file in re5 it says:

“Some took the virus on the recommendation of a friend; others were given the virus as part of their medical treatment; still others had it forcibly administered to them

Albert Wesker was not different. His partner, William Birkin, gave him the experimental virus, and he administered it to himself.”

fuck spencer fuck spencer fuck spencer i can’t do this anymore

me holding eddie munson by the neck and squeezing. his eyes pop out like

I just found the cadence podfic 😭🥲🥹 I’m incredibly sick and at work and I’m listening in my office with tears in my eyes… thank you so fucking much

hiya!

OH NO im so sorry you're sick! and at WORK??? absolutely not. listen... one thing about me, if I'm sick, its everyone's problem. i hope you are causing as many inconveniences as you can muster in your poorly state <3

im so bloody glad you're enjoying the podfic. it genuinely brings me so much joy.

a little secret, usually if im having a bad menty health day or I'm in the dark and scaries, that's often when i record cadence because honestly? its so much fun. its kind of impossible to go to The Bad Place when Sirius Black from cadence exists. y'know?

I hope you feel so much better so soon! <3

I canr even fuckign speak rn I'm crying so hard byt posting will come tmrw ok it's 2am fucking hell 😭😭😭😭😭

do u think mines feelings are reciprocated? idk from how they handled mine and daigos relationship in y3 it felt as if they were hinting that they had some under the radar relationship going on or smtging

im not sure really. i do think daigo loved mine though, at the very least cherished him immensely.

“My love—! You were right.”

Magnifico burst through the doors on his loud proclamation. “You were right.” He nearly bounded across the room to reach his queen's side. “You were right.” Dropping down in front of where she was seated by the fire, his palms cradled her face, steered her attention out of her book and to his admiring gaze.

“You were so, so very right. I've done it! The mess is...” Hesitation dripped into his words, though promptly overpowered by an excitement coursing his veins. “Well, the mess isn't quite cleaned up just yet—it's a work in a progress that I will be managing myself; don't go in my office—but the important thing here is the spell finally worked.”

His grin became fuller as his thumbs ran along her cheeks. “Have I told you recently how remarkable you are?”

// I told you he was going to be an excited puppy 🥺

Answered! || ((hhngnhhg don't look at me while I sob over how adorable Magnifico is 😭 THEY ARE TRULY THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER ASFLASDF))

It was a rare day in Rosas when the queen could spend the evening alone with a crackling fire and a good book. Miraculously, the kingdom had managed without her for the final hours of twilight...which also meant it had been a while since she'd discovered the latest magic-induced disaster quite literally painting her husband's office.

A few hours was usually as long as he needed. Just as Amaya began to ponder if it was about that time, the door to their bedchamber burst open. Perhaps even Magnifico's timing had become magical at this point. She indulged a private smile at the thought.

The excitement in her beloved's voice earned a laugh before she even looked up. She mentally marked her spot on the page just as Magnifico's tender hands drew her attention to meet an expression more dazzling than the wishes he treasured. Even after so many years her heart still melted beneath that look.

"I knew I was," she agreed, the playful dance of the fireplace reflected briefly in her gaze. But the hearth's warmth replaced it soon enough as she tilted her cheek into his palm. "And I knew it would." Truly, he was the remarkable one—especially when given the proper motivation.

"Only half as often as you praise yourself, my love." But he wouldn't be her Matteo if he didn't; a fondness which was spoken by her eyes. "You'll show me your successful spell soon then, won't you? With no mess this time?" Softer now, her bubbling laughter filled the space between them: meant only for their ears, for this fire-lit moment of simple, perfect happiness. "Honestly, I thought the red and blue spots on the walls worked rather well with the room. Very regal."

despite what the most recent posts on my blog will tell you, i did actually get some things done around here these past few days. mainly working on drafts. but i didn't manage to finish anything. head's been all over the place and i've been drowning that out with video games. mandatory overtime is supposed to start this week, but i got a message from the boss yesterday that demand isn't as high as they were expecting it to be, so we're working our normal 8 hour shifts. except for me. because i already had appointments booked for my 12 hour shifts. including monday ( which i don't normally work, but we were required to since we're getting thanksgiving off ). so i only got 1 day off to recoup from that horrid week i had last week. so here i am at 12am, fighting off a headache so i can get some sleep for this 12 hour shift i shouldn't be working, while everyone else either gets to stay home because they didn't book any work or gets to go home early. and, oh yeah, let's not forget that i STILL DON'T HAVE A HELPER —

omg I am so pissed bc I haven’t had the time to read anything in one go bc like keeps getting in the way BUT I copied some paragraphs from the Sweatshirt Girl sequel that I REEEEAAALLLY dig and I just wanted to gush to you about your work.

“Really, he more reminds you of your grandmother making her homemade chicken-rice soup than what a student might hope for in a flight instructor. Add a dash of this, a handful of that, and as much hydrogen fuel as you feel in your heart.

At some point, though, peppering him with questions has started to entertain you. It’s kind of amazing to see all the things he knows without knowing.”

bro. BRO. The mix between cooking terms and using fuel as the ingredients is such a unique way to communicate just how naturally the pilot knowledge comes to rocket; more often than not, homemade cooking is made from mixing things that just work, and THEN you make up the formula. But its born based from intuition as you expressed in the paragraph before this. And the fuel at the end kinda snaps you back into the moment of like, “oh right! This isn’t about food but about describing Rocket’s natural instinct for these things.”

AND THE ‘PEPPERING HIM WITH QUESTIONS’ I DONT KNOW IF THAT WAS INTENTIONAL BUT IT’S STILL DABBLING ON THE HOMEMADE COOKING ANALOGY YOU USED AND IT WORKS SO WELL!!

I took down WAYY more paragraphs I liked but I’LL SEND IN MORE ASKS BC IM OUTTA TIME AGHH TDLR I LOVED THIS AND I SWEAR I’LL GET TO YOUR WORKS SOON FAWK I HAVE SO MANY TO READ AAAAAAAAAAAA

I love your work PERIOD

why are you SO fuckin sweet holy shit. this is one of my favorite sections too and i’m not sure i’ll ever beat it haha. i am so glad it stuck with you while you were reading it. honestly the praise is too much coming from you i am honored