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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Okay, I’m kinda tired of the whole “too nice” and weak MC that let’s shit fly whenever they’re in danger. How about head cannons/scenario of the brothers + Datables reacting to a Badass Doom Slayer MC who’s not with the fuckery? They’re quiet and it’s intimidating as hell, can easily kill any demon with their bare hands and well hidden weapons (knives, sharpened brass knuckles, demon slaying artifacts), and they have a scary rbf that makes it hard to really tell what they’re thinking, plus they’re annoyed with suddenly being dropped into hell surrounded by monsters that often remind them that they could be eaten at any time.

Now of course, they won’t do anything unless provoked (and they have a soft spot for Luke as they always smile or give him head pats) but they won’t hesitate to cuss a bitch out should someone try to be condescending to them or insult them. And while MC is human, they’re on that “too angry to die” kinda beat that practically makes killing them impossible. Ex:

-Lucifer crushing their fingers (they keep a poker face cuz yes)? They’ll crush his fingers back and kick his shin hard enough to make him let go. Plus him trying to kill them, Beel, and Luke. MC just socks him in the face hard enough to stop him again.

- Mammon calling them a dumb, weak human; They’ll roast him by saying “Worry more about your new debts, instead of this dumb human that can take care of themself. 😐”

- Levi calling them a “normie”? MC would simply go “My name’s not Normie, it’s MC and if you forget it, I can give you another concussion since the one from the TSL tournament didn’t teach you anything.” (Yes, they beat his ass during the TSL trivia cuz I said so)

- Satan trying to use them to piss off Lucifer and getting mad at them for refusing a pact with him aka grabbing them and nearly breaking their arm; guess who has a broken arm, two bruised ribs, and and a black eye? Hint: Not MC that’s for sure.

- Asmo only seeing them as entertainment despite the bullshit going on around MC that only pisses them off, so they just ignore him or roast him if he complains to them over it. “MC~! Look at me!” “I thought I heard something 🗿*walks past him after the Henry 1.0 incident*”

- Beel may be sweet but I ain’t forget about how he had to be reminded to not eat MC as well as his tantrum over the custard Mammon forced them to eat; So MC keeps their distance from him but lets him know that if he tries to eat them, they’ll happily see if he can while brandishing some demon slaying knives/getting in a fighting stance.

-Especially on chapter 16 when Belphie tries to kill them, imagine MC just going “Nah, fam. This what we not finna do. 🤨”. Fuck alternate timelines, a pissed off MC will just beat the everlasting dogshit outta Belphie as an example.

If that ain’t enough, MC is going ham on Belphie to the point of others needing to beg MC to stop since he‘s practically a bloody, flesh stain on the floor by the time everyone sees what happened and MC’s just glaring at him with a rage not even Satan thinks Humans are capable of having before they calmly say “Your misanthropic issues has nothing to do with me. Just because your sister chose to fuck up cuz of love doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate your tantrum.”

Imagine being ballsy enough to call a demon trying to kill you a tantrum. They respect and are nice to the Datables but they’ll calmly tell Diavolo that if other Demons in RAD or the Devildom wound up in comas, MC only did it out of self defense.

OOOO I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK ANON I CAN TOTALLY WRITE LIKE WHOLE SCENARIOS FOR THIS IF YOU WANT JUST SAY THE WORD BESTIE BUT YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB JUST W THIS

might lowkey write the belphie one tho aha😳😳

this is also legit how i am in my scripts because fuck being too nice i will not let this stuff slide

i literally have it scripted that i carry around small weapons and have cool powers because why not i wanna be COOL not weak

anyways time for the headcanons

tags: MC beating people up (lmk if i have to add anything else !!)

Lucifer -

- was taken w a y off guard when MC threw him to the ground over their shoulder

- all he did was lightly grab MC’s arm to get their attention ?.?

- now he is lying on his back looking like he just saw the demon king

- looks at MC for a solid ten seconds while still on the ground because he doesn’t know what to do

- MC just looks back and quietly apologizes

- he gets up and walks away like it didn’t happen

- mammon got the whole thing on video tho

Mammon

- he was going to look so cool and of course MC had to beat him to the punch, literally

- some demons that mammon owed money showed up and tried to beat him up while MC and him were out shopping

- MC absolutely won the fight no questions asked

- mammon stood there like a damsel in distress even though he was so ready to impress MC with his “fighting skills”

- he is 100% scared of MC but he will never admit it

- other demons leave mammon alone when he’s with you

Levi

- he definitely didn’t wanna admit how op MC is in games

- however learning MC can fight in real life ?? he will NOT stop bragging about it

- even tho hes not the one that can fight

- wanna know how this revelation occurred ?

- levi was in like for the latest edition of his game and some demon tried to take it

- so of course MC punched the scummy demon

- needless to say there were stars in levi’s eyes

Satan

- pleasantly surprised when MC beat the crap out of a lowly demon being mean to a cat

- he is s o proud of MC being able to stand up for themselves

- granted he still won’t leave them alone because the devildom is a scary place

- but he’s happy to know they’re not completely useless

- he also thinks it’s quite attractive

- he may or may not fight someone to impress MC definitely not because he was impressed by them

Asmo

- imagine his surprise when MC brings asmo’s stalker beaten up and on his doorstep

- MC just standing behind the demon with a smug look

- this demon has been bothering asmo for MONTHS and MC got rid of him just like that

- MC better be prepared to be getting 10x the love they usually get from asmo

- not only does he find it s o cool but he’s so happy that MC would fight for him

Beel

- when he asked to spar with MC to train, he was not expecting to be totally floored

- MC won without breaking a sweat

- he wasn’t expecting them to be weak, due to the stories he��d heard from his brothers, but he wasn’t expecting to lose either

- MC is now beel’s number one option to workout with

- he def asks MC to teach him what they know and then rants about it to belphie

Belphie

- he learned his lesson the hard way when he tried to get the jump on MC

- MC totally beat him in front of all the brothers who were quite entertained

- he ignored MC for a week after that

- totally because he was mad, definitely not scared at all

- he honestly doesn’t know what to do around MC so he tries to be as nice as possible

Diavolo

- he thinks it’s admirable that a human doesn’t need protection in a world of demons

- he definitely is glad MC was picked for the exchange program

- he enjoys seeing MC fight for themselves

- MC may or may not have to teach dia some moves

- little do they know he already has some training and just wants to spar

Barbatos

- he happen to stumble upon MC fighting a demon while he was delivering work to Dia

- he thought he would need to tsp in but he was wrong

- MC caught him out of the corner of their eye and froze

- the demo took hat opportunity to punch them and get away

- barbatos then has to treat MC’s wounds as they explained that the demon tried to steal their wallet

Simeon

- simeon is a very easy going person that can get unite scary if he has to

- but imagine his surprise when MC is the same way

- mammon took their favorite book and he watched them scare the shit out of him until he coughed the book up

- he thinks it’s amazing

- he also made a mental note to never get on MC’s bad side

Luke

- MC would throw down for luke end of story.

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IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAVENT BEEN OING THE BEST BUT I HOPE I MET YOUR EXPECTATIONS AND REMEMBER TO DRINK SOME WATER <333

- cas :)

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soda-pop-kandy-krush · 3 years

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so this is a tiiiny bit longer than the drabble i set out for it to be... clearly i have no chill and get carried away far too easily. also, i wrote most of this whilst incredibly hormonal/sleep-deprived, so please excuse any mistakes. i will probably go through and proof-read it at a later date. maybe. in the meantime, enjoy! <33

(Prompt Post)

12: Come cuddle!

17: I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life...

Knock, knock.

“Vee? Are you in there?”

Virgil’s brow furrowed a little, but he didn’t look up from his switch screen as he fiddled with the buttons to reorganise his inventory. “Who is it?”

“Your favourite dad!”

A tiny smirk pinched at the corners of his mouth. He wriggled into a more comfortable position on his beanbag, lifting the console closer to his face. “You can come in, Pat.”

Patton pushed the door open, scanning the room for his son. A beaming grin appeared on his face when he found him, and he made an immediate beeline towards the pile of cushions on the floor.

“Hey, kiddo!” He flopped down right next to Virgil, pulling him into his chest so that he could wrap him in a bear hug.

Virgil grunted in surprise, dropping his switch in his lap as Patton squished his arms to his sides. He squirmed a little, trying to sit up, but Patton only held him tighter, smushing his cheek against Virgil’s soft, purple hair. “Can I help you, Pops?”

He could feel the excited hum of his words vibrating through his scalp. “Come cuddle!”

Virgil squinted. “... Is that not what we’re doing right now?”

Patton giggled. “No, silly! I meant in my room! I’ll bake cookies, and I’ll build us a pillow fort- oh!” He bounced on his knees. “And I’ll even let you choose what movie we watch! As long as it’s not the scary one from last week, with all of the monsters in it.” Virgil rolled his eyes fondly as Patton shuddered.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas isn’t scary, Pat.” He wriggled one arm free and used it to pick up his switch, going back to his game. “Why don’t you ask Princey? I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Oh, come on, kiddo. You can put down the video games for a couple of hours to spend some quality time with your old man, can’t you? Plus…” Patton leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “We both know how much you love your cuddles.”

A choked scoff escaped before Virgil could stop it, his ears turning pink. “I- you- I do not-”

Patton giggled, blowing warm air on the back of his neck. “Yes, you do!~”

“No, I don’t!”

“Don’t lie, Vee. I’ve seen you in action. You’re really not as slick as you think you are, cuddlebug.”

Virgil’s face was so red he thought he was about to burst into flames. He didn’t realise the others actually noticed the way he slowly migrated towards whoever was sat on the other end of the couch during their movie nights, curling his legs up on the cushions so that he could worm his way under their arms and bury his face in their chest. Or how he would drag his beanbag into the common room and plop it in front of anybody in there, sinking down and not-so-subtly leaning back to rest his head against their knees so that they would play with his hair and let him drift asleep. Patton had caught him out, and he’d never been more embarrassed in his life.

In his final attempt to hold onto the last, tattered shreds of his dignity, he turned to the only sensible option left: sulking like a child. He folded his arms with a petulant huff, glaring at the ground. Patton couldn’t help but laugh.

“Awww, what’s wrong, kiddo?” He teased, wiggling a finger under his chin. “Where did that little smile go?”

Virgil’s scowl immediately flattened out, the corners of his mouth twitching as he scrunched his shoulders. Intrigued, Patton repeated the action, grinning delightedly when Virgil made an ‘mmph’ noise, his hand coming up to push him away.

“Wait a second... Is somebody ticklish?”

He pulled Virgil into his lap and tweaked the curve of his waist, earning a loud squeak as the dark side lurched away from the attacking hand, struggling to hide what was unmistakably the beginnings of a flustered smile.

“Oh my goodness,” He gasped, spidering his fingers up and down Virgil’s sides. “This is the most adorable thing in the whole entire universe!”

Virgil whined, premature giggles already beginning to bubble up as he batted at Patton with one hand, burying his burning face in the other. “Shut uuuup!”

Patton chuckled. “Oh-ho, I would watch what I said if I were in your position, Mister.” There was a devious lilt to his voice that wasn’t there before. Virgil’s stomach dropped. “The tickle monster really doesn’t take kindly to that sort of language.”

He would deny the way that he shrieked when Patton reached down to poke his belly until the day he died. Virgil’s hands immediately shot down from his face to protect himself- but unfortunately, that was exactly what Patton was betting on.

“Uh oh! We’d better get those-” He caught both of Virgil’s wrists, pinning them against his chest so that he was effectively trapped in Patton’s embrace. “-out of the way. There we go!”

Virgil whimpered, nervous giggles spilling out as he tugged uselessly at his arms. “No! Pat, plehease!”

“Please what, Vee?” Patton grinned mischievously. “Pleeease… Give you all of the tickles?”

“No!”

“Yeah?”

“Nohoho!”

“Aw, kiddo! All you had to do was ask!”

Ten wiggly fingers suddenly dug into the spaces between Virgil’s ribs. Combined with the teasing and his current helplessness, it tipped him over the edge just far enough that he couldn’t hold back the bright, child-like laughter that spilled from his lips. It was the sweetest sound that Patton had ever heard- and it was coming from Virgil!

Oh, yeah. He was never letting this go.

“I can’t believe that you kept this a secret from us!” He moved to pinch Virgil’s lower ribs, chasing the cluster of sweet spots towards his back that had him squealing and arching away. “Oooo, that was a good spot, huh?” Patton chuckled, reaching over to his other side and repeating the action.

“Ahahaha- Pat! I cahahaha-!” Virgil collapsed against the moral side, his laughter tinged with hysteria as Patton’s fingers started poking his all of ribs randomly, making him squirm so much that he was now practically laying flat in his lap.

“What was that? You can’t believe how much fun you’re having?” Patton cooed, grazing his midriff using his fingertips. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest! And don’t you worry- we’ve got plenty of other places to explore before we’re anywhere near finished~”

Virgil groaned as Patton lifted his wrists above his head, allowing him to catch his breath. He screwed his eyes shut, preparing for another attack, only to jump when he felt Patton’s hand cup his cheek, gently stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He blinked and looked up to see the moral side smiling back down at him.

“You okay there, kiddo?” He chuckled.

Virgil flushed, leftover giggles spilling out as he panted. He was giving him a chance to escape. Asking him if he wanted to continue. Making sure that he was actually enjoying himself.

He knew that he liked it... And he was okay with it?

Swallowing, Virgil nodded. His timid smile morphed back into a wide grin within seconds as Patton’s fingers scribbled their way down his neck, his collarbones; looping over his shoulders before they wormed their way into his armpits, scratching at the taut skin and causing Virgil to fall right back into loud laughter.

“Ehehehe- gehehet out of there!” He cried, pulling at his arms. Patton laughed along with him, still reeling from his wonderful discovery. The sight of a happy, squeaky, ticklish Virgil was a million times cuter than he could ever have imagined.

“Huh? You mean here?” He wiggled a single finger right in the centre. “Okay, sure!” Patton switched to the other side, vibrating his fingers deep into the hollows.

Virgil squawked, promptly falling into uncontrollable cackling. By this point, he was so weak with laughter that he could barely even fight back. Not that that was such a terrible position to be in, but he’d be damned if the others ever figured out that he liked this, as well. Having the resident goofball know was bad enough, but he’d never hear the end of it if word spread around the rest of the mind palace.

However, Virgil didn’t have much time to sit on it, as all comprehensive thoughts evaporated from his head as soon as Patton started to graze his fingernails up and down the underside of his left bicep.

“Nonono-nohoho!” He pleaded, curling his arms around his head, not unlike a baby hedgehog. “Pat! Pahahat! Lemme gohoho!”

Patton laughed. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s too late for you now, stormcloud. I’ve got you trapped, and you’re mine forever!~” He booped his nose gently before moving to the other arm, his lips curling up into a playful smirk. “Plus, I couldn’t possibly let you go before finding your worst spot.” His fingers slowed to a halt. Virgil felt a shiver run down his spine.

“And I’ve got a feeling I know exactly where it is…”

Virgil immediately broke down into nervous babbling, wriggling and giggling desperately as Patton trailed his fingers down the length of his body- stopping whenever he found a particularly ticklish spot to give it some attention- before he arrived at his middle. Slowly, dragging out the process as much as he could, he lifted Virgil’s shirt, the soft material brushing against his skin and lighting up every nerve in his torso, sending the poor dark side into fits of anxious giggles.

Patton tittered amusedly. “Well then, it looks like I guessed right, huh, Vee?” And with that, he used all five fingers of his free hand to form a claw, spidering across the sensitive skin of his stomach.

Virgil shrieked, bursting into loud laughter and kicking his legs out. Drained of his strength and hopelessly giddy, there was nothing left to do except lay there and take it as Patton’s tickly fingers crawled all over his belly, pinching and squeezing and scribbling every tiny, hidden spot until Virgil was sure he’d go insane. It was completely unbearable, and he never wanted it to stop.

“Gitchy-gitchy-goo! Tickle-tickle-tickle!” He cooed, scribbling at the skin beneath his bellybutton. “Gee, kiddo, I think you’ve got to be the most ticklish person on the planet!”

Virgil’s laughter dialled up even further, blushing so hard he could feel it in his ears. Oh, God, not the teasing! He was pretty sure whatever was left of his brain had now melted entirely, leaving him a loopy, flustered mess.

He scrambled around to try and pull together a suitably snarky comeback, when Patton began to scratch at the sides of his stomach and he finally, finally lost it.

“Nahahaha! Stop! Stohohahap!”

Patton gradually slowed down, eventually stopping and pressing the palm of his hand firmly into Virgil’s abdomen, rubbing away the phantom touches that lingered on his sensitive skin. His head lolled to the side, resting against Patton’s hip as he gulped down air, hiccupy laughter bubbling up in between each breath.

Patton chuckled. “You alright there, giggles?” He ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair, mussed up from all of his wriggling.

Virgil, with the remains of a dazed grin still stuck on his face, nodded, nuzzling against the soothing touch. He let his eyes slip shut, the occasional, solitary giggle escaping. The moral side smiled warmly.

“I’m glad. You definitely needed that laugh.”

Leaning forward, Patton switched off his gaming console from where it had been abandoned on the floor, before carefully scooping him up into his arms to carry him back to his room for the snuggles he was promised. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, a quiet voice interrupted him.

“Thank you…” Mumbled Virgil, sleepily.

Patton chuckled. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

#gahhhh i hope people like this #my writing #prompt writing #tickle #tickling #ts tickle #ts fanfiction #ts fanfic #ticklish!virgil #lee!virgil #ler!patton #moxiety #tss tickle

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scribbleb-red · 4 years

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Neil is a lying liar who lies AU

A Morning AU - with a fab prompt from @djhedy

There’s a new boy in Andrew’s class and there’s something not quite right about him. He’s mouthy and sharp, the kinda kid that should end up in detention three times a week but never does.

They are seven years old, though the new kid looks five, with eyes like a wide open sky.

He is very pretty - that’s why Andrew notices him first - he looks like a fairy prince.

And it’s because Andrew is watching that he notices though: the kid is a big bad lying liar who lies.

The day he joined, the kid said his name was ‘Stefan’ to Mrs Stewart and ‘Chris’ to Mr Brasenose. The next day he was just ‘Neil’ and was given a fond, exasperated warning to keep his make believe in the playground.

But the kid didn’t stop lying.

Some lies were big and others were small.

On a Tuesday, Neil announced that he’d had a huge feast for breakfast - listing all the foods and making everyone’s mouth water with the descriptions. (But Andrew saw how he winced nd held his stomach like it was empty.)

On a Thursday, Neil said he grew up in England and proceeded to spend the next week speaking in a post English accent. (But he later admits at lunch it was just a couple months).

On a Friday, Neil whispers that his house is haunted and he’s scared to go home for the weekend. (There’s a little too much truth shining through those eyes as he talks about the ghost in his house. Andrew doesn’t doubt that he’s scared of something).

The following Monday, Neil explains his bruises by saying he spent the week learning to skateboard.

“My cousin visited and let me use her skate board. It was pretty rad.”

(Andrew eyes the split lip, it could be true. But then he sees the hand shape around Neil’s thin wrist and knows the truth: it’s a lie.)

Through it all, Andrew is very quiet and very alone. He knows how this goes - he’s seven years old with more cracks in his heart than a fifty year romantic - but he kinda enjoys Neil’s lies and how he gets away with them.

He particularly likes the outrageous ones:

My father parachuted into Paris because he’s a spy. He died landing on the Eiffel Tower. I once wrestled a monster. I won but it stole all my mom’s apples. I’m telling the truth. My tongue goes green when I lie. I met Kevin Day.

Andrew won’t pretend he’s not intrigued. He thinks Neil is interesting and his lies are ones he can often hold in the dark, imagining over and over when he’s hurt and wishing to be anyone, anywhere but here.

Plus Neil is funny - he always snarks at the teachers and gets away with the most ridiculous things. Other kids always want to play with him because his games are brilliant - epic journeys, castles and wizards, magical tigers, patchwork villains made from the skin of children.

Some of Neil’s tall tales are part fairytales, part nightmares. And Andrew isn’t sure which part Neil actually belongs to. There are times where he’s the brightest, prettiest boy on the playground. And times where his eyes are haunted, mouth wicked cruel. And then there are times like today, where Neil is quiet and blank - a little too familiar to what Andrew sees in the mirror these days, looking like someone has scooped out his insides and left nothing but darkness behind in its wake.

Andrew almost talks to him then.

Almost.

But he doesn't. Not for another few weeks. Not until Neil's facing down Greg Doyle - the fight has the vibe of a hissing kitten against a rottweiler.

There's no way Neil can win. Greg is a third grader and big beside.

But Neil doesn't look scared. He looks ferocious.

Not that appearances are going to help. Neil could have the sharpest claws of them all and he'd still weigh nothing against Greg. Neil dodges and ducks the first few blows. He snipes and snarks, that liar's mouth rattling off stories of how he took down a SWAT team once.

But dumb luck can’t do everything and finally Greg gets a thump in, straight across Neil’s jaw - hard enough to make him stagger.

"So much for a SWAT team, fucking liar."

There are gasps at the bad word from the growing first and second grade audience.

"Tongue turns green," Neil says. He spits out blood.

Andrew's had enough when he sees the blood.

Neil might be an idiot but Andrew knows that there's no way to win this one on alone He steps forward and puts himself between Neil and Greg.

"Oooo who's this, your boyfriend?"

Andrew would roll his eyes, but can't be bothered. He is the tallest kid in their year at nearly 4'5. He can look the nine year old Greg in the eye without trouble and he can see the bigger kid calculating his chances of taking Andrew on instead of the skinny little creature that was Neil "motor mouth" Josten.

"Back off," he says. He doesn't inflect. He watched a cartoon where a character spoke completely flat and it was really scary so he figures this might make Greg cower too. "Leave him alone."

Greg nearly steps into Andrew's space but someone has started a whisper:

Andrew Doe is the kid who killed his parents. Andrew Doe is the kid that burned a house down. Andrew Doe is the kid who took on Bertie Becker from fifth grade and flushed his head down the loo.

It's the last one that gives away the source of these rumours - Neil has started a chain of Chinese whispers. And Greg hears them swirling from mouth to mouth, ear to ear, each more terrifying than the last. It makes Andrew want to grin, so he does. Greg actually whimpers.

The crowd laughs when Greg runs away - he can’t save face when he’s fleeing from a first grader.

Andrew feels triumphant.

Especially when Neil steps up beside him, shy smile and summer sky eyes. “Thanks Andrew.”

Neil Josten knows his name, Andrew thinks. Wow wow wow.

Neil’s mouth is swollen but he’s still the prettiest boy in the playground so Andrew doesn’t say anything.

“Want to play a game?” Neil says.

Andrew shrugs.

“Yes or no?” Neil says again. “I won’t force you but I’d like to play with you to if you’d like to play with me.”

Andrew thinks about it before saying yes.

It’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They start with games - make believe quests and imaginary journeys. They visit magical worlds in their heads and fall about laughing when one of them (mostly Andrew) doesn’t break character even for class.

They become inseparable - two boys with home lives full of ghosts but dreams that can take them anywhere. The lying liar is the better story teller but the stoic hero a better actor. And sometimes in games they hide their truths - violent families and horrifying pasts.

Neil shows Andrew his scars, “I sometimes say they’re from a shark or ninjas and stuff but...”

“That’s from an iron.”

“Yeah.”

In turn, Andrew tells Neil about his foster family.

“We could poison him,” Neil says. “I heard we can make poison from apple cores. Applesenic or something.”

If only it were that simple.

It happens just before the end of the year - summer is nearly there and Andrew can only imagine how fun it'll be having a friend to adventure with for the first time. And then he finds out that his foster family is getting rid of him. He'll be packed off at the end of term.

"I think mom and I will move too," Neil admits. "We never hang around anywhere long."

"Because of your dad?"

"Yeah..." Neil plays with the hem of his t-shirt. "He's in prison but mom is still terrified. She moves us a lot."

"Maybe you can move to the same place as me."

They pretend that the world isn't going to split them apart.

They pretend that they're going to have the summer together.

And the year after.

That they'll start middle school together.

And be best friends all the way to the end of high school.

And go to the same college.

"We could play exy together all the way through," Neil says. It's his new obsession.

"I'm not going to play stickball. I prefer playing games with you."

"We can play games on the court. You can be the fierce dragon and I'll be the knight that looks after you."

"You'd steal all my dragon gold."

"Would not."

Andrew raises one eyebrow.

"Okay, yes I would. I'd be the knight trying to take your gold. But I'd be sneaky about it." Neil's laughter is high and bright. "Does that mean you'll play with me?"

"Yeah okay," Andrew says.

But it doesn't work out that way.

Neil vanishes like sun behind a mountain the day after term ends.

Andrew's bags are packed. He's dumped in a new home near the beach. He hates the beach. He misses Neil the way his lungs miss oxygen when he's stuck in the swell of a wave.

He does play exy though.

He does it because he figures one day he'll find Neil on a court too.

He'll either face him down or by some miracle they'll be on the same team.

He'll find Neil again. He will.

He tells himself this every day.

Even when it feels like a lie.

Something like an epilogue

Years pass before Andrew hears anything about the little boy who - for two semesters when he was seven - was his best friend. So many years that if it weren't for one polaroid from a cheeky arcade photo-booth, he might have let the idea of Neil go.

But he keeps the photo with him - through home after home, through Cass and Drake and juvie and Aaron and Nicky. He hides it in books, folds it into pockets. Makes sure to hold onto Neil and the memories of those few happy months.

He plays exy. Keeps track of other teams and their players. The sport does nothing for him - but sometimes he closes his eyes and imagines Neil with his flashing blue eyes mischievous smile and that long ago conversation. He remembers why he's doing this.

At 13, he asks Pig Higgins to do a search on Neil's name but the policeman refuses.

At 14, he goes through the entire directory for California and when that's exhausted, he starts searching every state from West to East.

He calls 362 Jostens across the USA. None are Neil.

When he turns 16, he uses a fake and has two small dragons outlined on the top of his left shoulder.

When he's 17 he meets Riko and Kevin Day. He remembers Neil once saying he'd met Kevin and wonders if that was true or just one of Neil's many many lies. He turns the Ravens down.

He signs two weeks later with the Palmetto State Foxes - taking his brother and cousin with him.

He watches as the lists of drafted players on other teams go up. There's no Chris or Stefan or Abram - not with the matching face Andrew wants. There's no sign of a Neil Josten.

Andrew smooths out the photo at night, slipping it between the pages of Whitman's Leaves of Grass every morning.

Maybe it's time to put the memory of Neil to rest, but he can't.

Neil is one of those beautiful ghosts that he can't help but hold onto. The one unspoilt thing in his memory.

Unspoilt, that is, until a Monday when Kevin Day announces he's recruiting a nobody from a nothing town in the middle of nowhere Arizona and the nobody's name is Neil.

"Neil what?"

"Josten. Want to see his tape?"

"Nope," Andrew says. But his heart is a thunderdrum, hope cutting through the medicated hyper mania easy as a knife through butter. "Actually yes, gimme the tapes little birdie."

Kevin grimaces at his nickname but says nothing until they’re watching the tape. And then he can’t shut up about the player’s potential, his speed and natural flare on the Court.

It's not Andrew’s Neil.

But it is too.

The striker on the court is a brunette with dark eyes but he runs like Neil. He's ferocious and plays like it's the last thing keeping him afloat. He has that little flick of his racquet before he goes to score, a telltale that would never get passed Andrew but no one else seemed to have noticed.

Andrew says as much to Kevin.

"Exactly," Kevin says. "That's why we have to have him."

So they go to Millport.

And Andrew knows Neil well enough to anticipate that he'll run.

Knows him well enough to trip him with a racquet and catch him as he falls.

Neil hasn't grown much either - he's still small and sharp and far too pretty to be real.

"Stupid little liar, you should watch where you put your feet." Andrew wishes he were sober. Wishes he didn't have to greet Neil with this grin splitting his face.

Wishes wishes wishes.

But his one wish has already come true, Neil is here with him. Warm and lithe and alive.

"Drew?" Neil says, but the word is choked and breathless. Neil’s voice does something to Andrew’s insides and Andrew feels the muscles beneath his hands warring between flight and relief.

"Neil," he replies.

"Oh my god, Drew."

And then Neil's arms are around Andrew's shoulders, and his face is turning into his neck and Andrew realises they're hugging and he shouldn't want to hug back but he does. He does because it's Neil. His friend. His pipe dream. The little boy with the pathological need to lie and an imagination that could create whole worlds from a handful of dust.

He hugs Neil tight.

Never wants to let go.

Kevin of course ruins the moment.

But Neil isn't going to say no to the Foxes. Not now.

And even though Andrew can recognise the lies slipping passed Neil's lips, he doesn't tell Wymack. Doesn't call out his idiot's new ouchies. Doesn't answer any questions when Kevin demands answers.

"Sign," he speaks only to Neil. He means, Stay with me. "We can play a game. Yes or no?"

"Yes," Neil says and his smile is a little wild, a lot wonderful. "Let's play a game."

The End.

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miss-tc-nova · 3 years

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Brave - Sora & Child!Reader

I have been mulling this over and over and OVER for like a week now. I’m not sure I can call it fluffy, but I’d like to think it’s a little sweet. As for the “daughter” part, I skimmed it over after writing and it’s not exactly a gender-specific fic, so I apologize for that.

Still, I hope you enjoy. Thank you so much for your request. @kalosqueen27

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Eyes snap open. Without thinking about it, I slide out of bed and scurry towards the open door.

It’s the middle of the night and the house is full of frightening darkness. I tiptoe because I don’t know what waits in the shadows, but I’m scared and when I’m scared, only two people can make me feel better.

The next door creaks as I push it open and hurry inside. I scramble onto the bed and force myself between the still-sleeping grown-ups. Blankets are pulled up over my head while I press as close to Dad as possible. This is where I’m safe; no one is stronger than my dad. Still, even if he is the strongest, the darkness has made the fear that started with nightmares worse.

I shouldn’t be out of bed and I don’t want to be a crybaby, so I try hard to keep from crying out loud. Dad hums and moves. Jamming a fist against my mouth, I try harder not to make a sound.

Then a hiccup comes out.

“Mm? What’s wrong?” he asks sleepily.

His arms wrap around me. Mom’s still asleep; I’m trying my best to hold it in but it’s getting harder to control. Pulling me off the bed, my dad leaves the room with me. Sniffles are quiet against his shoulder as he takes me into the living room. Even as he sits on the couch, I cling to him.

“What’s wrong, lion cub? Was it a nightmare?” he asks again. I nod into his shirt and he runs a gentle hand over my back. “It’s okay. You’re safe; I’m here.”

It takes a while for me to calm down, only sniffling a little now. Dad’s presence has made the fear fade though it still exists.

“Do you feel better?” he asks. I shrug. “Hmm. Here. Blow your nose.”

He reaches for a tissue off the side table and I do as he says, loudly.

“Eww!” he laughs. Cleaning my face, I giggle at his silly reaction. “There’s that goofy smile.” My tongue pokes out at him which he does back. “Feeling better now?”

“A little,” I mumble.

“Should we go back to bed?”

My head shakes. “Uh uh.”

“No huh,” he hums. “Well…” His eyes catch on the window. “The sky looks clear; do you wanna go for a ride?”

“A ride?” I blurt out. I know well that every trip with Dad is an adventure, but it’s the middle of the night—it’s dark outside.

He shushes me with a smile, puts me on the floor, and waves me to follow. Hands over my mouth, I sneak outside after my father.

With the door closed behind us, Dad walks onto the front yard.

“Watch this.” He puts his hand out, palm open. Glitter dances around his fingers before a big, shiny key appears from thin air. However, before I can burst with questions, he holds a finger up. The key flies from his hand with a sweep of his arm. It twirls through the air, turning back like a boomerang. A bright light flashes and the key is suddenly no longer a key but a massive vehicle. It looks like a giant bike but without wheels, floating across the yard back to my dad.

Grinning, Dad says, “Alright, let’s go.”

“Woah!” I exclaim, racing across the grass to him. “What is that?!”

“It’s a keyblade glider.”

“Oooo. Is this what we’re gonna ride?” I ask as he lifts me up.

Dad sits down on the machine with me right in front of him. “Yes, but don’t tell your mom, ‘kay?” I put a finger to my grinning lips and Dad laughs, “That’s my little lion cub. Hold on tight.”

The machine rumbles to life. I expect the thing to move forward, but instead, it begins rising. Gasping, I tighten my grip on my seat when I see the ground get far away. An arm slips around my waist and the vehicle turns towards the water.

My grip never loosens as we fly through the air, especially when we go over the water. I live on an island, but Mom says I’m still not allowed to swim alone. Besides that, it’s so dark down there, like a giant, black monster prepared to swallow us up. This is starting to feel like a bad idea.

The bike slows to a stop and I expect it to start falling with us on it, but we just float where we are, high above the water.

“What do you think?” my dad asks.

I lean back against him. “I wanna go home…”

His arm tightening around me makes me feel somewhat better, but it’s not enough. “How come?”

“Scary” is the only word I can mumble, still watching the monster far below.

“It’s okay; I’ve got you,” he says against my hair.

“I don’t like the dark.”

A hand slips under my chin, making me look away from the water. “Then look up.”

My eyes move to the stars and I’m surprised. I always thought the sky at night was black and dark and kind of frightening—I didn’t know I was wrong. A pretty mix of blue and purple make up the sky as if someone painted it. Tons of tiny lights cover the whole thing, sparkling like little diamonds. A bright, shining moon hangs among the stars with a peaceful glow. It’s amazing.

“Woah…” I whisper, sitting up.

“Pretty, isn’t it,” Dad hums. I nod. “Wanna hear a secret?”

“What?”

“Every one of those stars is another world.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How do you know?”

When he doesn’t answer, I look back. He’s smiling that smile he uses when I see him look at Mom. It’s my favorite smile but I don’t understand why he’s using it.

“Because I’ve been to them.”

“Really?! When?! How?! What are they like?!”

“Woah, slow down. One question at a time.”

Dad tells me about the other worlds and his adventures on them. He answers all my questions, becoming more amazing than I already believed him to be. He’s strong and brave and he’s gone to other worlds and helped so many people—my dad is the most amazing person. However, as he speaks, I can’t help noticing just how many stars are scattered across the sky. They’re so far away and there’s so many; the universe is really big—and I’m so small.

Dad notices. “Hey, what’s with the frown?”

“I wish I could see other worlds.”

“One day we’ll go see them.”

I shake my head. “What if something happens? What if the darkness gets me?”

“Why would the darkness get you?”

I hate to tell him my next words. “’Cause I’m scared. I’m not brave like you.”

Dad hums thoughtfully. “Well that’s the thing: you’re not brave because you’re not scared. You’re brave because you keep going even though you’re scared. Everyone gets scared.”

“But you got to see all the worlds and saved a lot of people.”

“And I was scared. There are a lot of scary things out there, but there’s a lot of good things out there too. And if you let the scary things keep you from doing anything, then it wins and you don’t get to see the good things.” Dad looks back to the sky. “So even when we’re scared, we can’t let the scary things keep us down. And I know you’re my brave little lion cub.”

“How do you know?”

“Because when you had a nightmare, you came to find me instead of being scared all by yourself. And that makes you brave.”

“Really?” I didn’t feel brave in that moment.

He nuzzles my cheek with his nose. “Absolutely.”

A smile tugs at my lips and I look back to all the worlds glittering in the sky. Dad has never lied to me before so it’s not hard to believe he’s gone to see other worlds. Believing that I’m brave like him is another story though. I’m just a little kid; there’s no way I can be brave on my own.

I look back at him. “Will you go with me? When I go to other worlds?”

There’s that smile he uses for Mom again. “Of course. I gotta teach you to use the keyblade after all.”

That settles it: I’ll get out there and see those other worlds someday. They may be far away and I might have to go through some darkness to see them, but I know I can do anything with my dad with me. I trust him no matter what.

“I can’t wait,” I say.

Hugging tightly, he makes me safer—braver—than I’ve ever been. “I’ll always be right where you need me, lion cub, no matter how scary things get.” A kiss meets the top of my head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Right after those words, a yawn comes out of my mouth.

Dad chuckles. “Alright, let’s go home and get to bed before your mom finds us missing.”

The flight back is very different than the flight out. Black water doesn’t seem like such a scary thing anymore and the sky is full of adventures I’ll one day have with my dad. It’s still full of unknown things but I’m not as afraid as I was before.

The vehicle touches down in the yard, vanishing after we hop off. By now, I’m ready for bed again, almost asleep against Dad’s shoulder.

The front door slams open. Fully alert, I look to the house where I see Mom.

“SORA!”

“Uh oh.”

#sora #kh sora #child!reader #gender neutral reader #novas requests

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loniereads · 4 years

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cr: Sufficiently Advanced Magic

*spoiler warning*

Chapter 1 - 5

Chapter one

“I was prepared in a thousand different ways that didn’t matter” - Me for every test I’ve ever taken ☺️✨✨

Omg is he gonna go look for his brother 🥺 This book said found family but make it literal - side note, love the name Tristan.

I hope it’s explained as to WHY hundreds of 17 year olds are enduring a judgment to their possible death????

Imagine you’re brother going basically missing, your mom leaving, and then your dad pulling you out of school so you can prepare to possibly ✨die✨

“It could take years to grow strong enough-” 🥺 He’s going to sacrifice years of his life and risk certain death just for a chance to reunite his family is this book gonna make me cry?

I don’t like his name as much as I like his brothers but yanno whatever- how do you even say Corin

I already hate the dad??? Hello? Your first son is gone and your second could follow in his fate and you don’t even see him off?? Fuck you buddy why are book dads such assholes

“I loathed hurting people. I always had.” so i have decided that if anything happens to Corin I will kill everyone in the room and then myself. WHAT A CUTIE SWEET SOUL

If this book forces him to hurt someone I’ll riot-

Oh my gosh he hates fighting but he’s willing to fight for his brother I LOVE HEALTHY BROTHER RELATIONSHIPS they’re so pure

Corin is so nice to try to explain all of this weapon stuff and rune stuff to me like I have any idea wtf he’s talking about- he’s talking and I’m like I’m just happy to be here ☺️

I feel like the fact that he’s paying for everything he takes is important- like maybe other people just take and don’t leave anything? But he’s like here’s a coin for you scary tower~

“It was too cute to die” why do I love Corin so

What a cute ass sweet ass cinnamon roll, my god🥺

HE FELT GUILTY FOR KILLING A SHADOW SNDKDNSK I love him sm what a king

Chapter two

Why does everything he say sound so intelligent

ldmoaha not Corin having a convo with a book

It’s been too long since I read a normal romance book why did my brain just decide to ship Corin and a BOOK

Ok but him taking time to ask about his brother has me so soft

What the flip chapter 2 was so short??? ):

Chapter three

“You shouldn’t have done that” how ominous and amazing and I love it

He so casually was like OH LOOK A DEAD BODY OH LOOKIE PEOPLE

Omg is he gonna find his brother in here- OH MY

OMG HE DID AHHHHH

just... kidding. He did infact not find him.

Oh wait someone younger than him though- so is going into the tower a choice? That would make it a little better. Like you decide when you go in or? I NEED MORE INFO PLS

The word resh is growing on me

He risked his gold key on her 🥺

I love this little merry band of criminals- also just hoping the kid doesn’t yanno....die

omg Keras is out here crushing stones with his bare hands 😏 hellooooo

Wait I’m so conflicted??? I want to trust Keras and Vera but I also want to trust the book alsnsish

Vera is a whole mood I really hope she’s not like evil or just a weird thing in the tower or idk whatever I want her to stay

AWWAIT ☹️☹️☹️ They left Keras behind- that can’t be it. He’s gotta come back right? Like book person is gonna save him? Right!!??

Chapter four

VERA SUCH A BADDDDIE

This ‘kid’ they’re carrying is just making out like a bandit, he’s just getting carried through the tower 😂

WOW FUCK YOU VERA??? UH I HOPE SOMETHING KILLS HER-but not rhe kid 😔

Okay this might be a weird jump- but WHAT IF THE BOOK ENTITY ISSSSS HIS BROTHER??????????? Like the book person seems to really care if Corin lives? so it’s either just like a really caring person, OR HIS BROTHER

Pls let me be right

That would be so cool

The book entity helped him to finish the rest completely? Is this allowed? This feels not allowed

Corin: fighting monsters with criminals in a magical tower, very time sensitive needs to escape quickly

Also Corin: lemme just wrote a little diary entry ✨☺️

So obviously he’s going to get to keep his memories

Also like he got out of the tower so easily? What?

“And don’t let anyone hassle you about your attunement.” HOW VERY OMONIOUS OF YOU TO SAY

Honestly- Fuck Magnus Cadence

REPLACEMENT? What?

His childhood bestfriend is his half sister? I love that???? Instead of making them love interests they’re half siblings that’s cool as hell. We love childhood friends to siblings trope

I will reiterate, FUCK MAGNUS CADENCE

I hope we get to see their friendship bc I’m here for this trope

Chapter five

🥺 he sent the boys glove to his parents I’m so soft

Their relationship makes me so happy?? Like I love this. So they better reunite or I’ll riot

BROTHERLY RELATIONSHIPS ARE THE BESTTT

I miss Keras 🥺

I am so unsure of Sera. I do love the sudden sibling, and I really really hope they end up having a cool relationship and like she helps him find his(their) brother and hdjsjdjs

If anyone gives Corin a hard time for his attunement I’ll throw hands-

Not them earning points at their schools- All I can think about how is “10 points to gryffindor”

I love the word behooves

Can they go back into the tower already 💀 This down time is killing me. I want book entity, Keras and that boy who was unconscious the entire time back.

-side note, I absolutely love how all three of them(Keras, Corin, and Vera) were all so concerned with this unconscious boy and they literally carried him to complete safety. Who is this boy?? Will he come back? I miss him he better not be be dead. Vera can die but not unconscious boy.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to like Sera... but she’s giving me “I’m better than you because I have a better attunement” vibes and I do not like that at all so if Icneed to I will pretend to doesn’t exist.

Aw the schools has like animal representatives decisions?? CUTE UM. - there’s way too many for my brain to keep up with but I love them anyway

Not them assigning kids to basically play pranks on everyone else and tell them if they don’t find the prankster kids they lose points- what a weird ass school

“You and Patrick were practically brothers” GIRL YOU CANT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO SOMEONE WHO HAS AN ACTUAL BROTHER WHO IS MISSING AND/OR DEAD

-Also I know Tristen isn’t dead because like then what would be the point huh? HUH? So he’s got to be alive

Or I’ll riot.

“A walking rainstorm” idk why but that is so fucking adorable. I love my new comfort raintorm, Corin.

I can’t wait for them(Corin and Sera) to meet up with their friends and they have to explain that they’re now half siblings.

Them reminding him to not lose his little sigil pin makes me feel like he’s going to lose or forget it ummmm

Imagine getting fucking EXPELLED because you forgot your pin on your other uniform.

I feel like that would be me honestly. Are people not just...forgetful in this universe??

Ngl i would hate to be in the tortoise division

Corins attunement is lamer but his division is called the Phoenix? Like that’s so much cooler than tortoise

The fact that sera is trying to convince me the Spider division isn’t real makes me feel like she’s in it???

I know my babey Corin didn’t mean this as snarky as I would have liked him to but I love this line so much.

SARCASTIC BOYS WITH DADDY ISSUES OWN ME AND IM NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT

Ngl I was hoping they would have roommates- I love a good school roommate dynamic

For the third time I would like to make my opinion to be known; FUCK MAGNUS CADENCE

Why has no one made a playlist for this book on Spotify? I am throughly disappointed

Not Corin being ghosted by his book-

I wish I had half the motivation Corin has? Like it’s my boys first day of school and as soon as he gets into his room he starts studying. I would have taken a nap

Oop jk as soon as he couldn’t find the rune he was looking for he went to lay in bed.

I’m sorry what in the hell is Wyddsday??? Did I miss them explaining to hat this universe has different names for it’s days of the week?? How am I supposed to know when this is Corin? Or what day it even is currently

World building is so intricate and interesting and I absolutely live for it- but it’s literally so frustrating sometimes learning and remembering everything

Okay Sera being less irritated about her studies being interrupted because it’s Corin is cute

Fuck

I still don’t know if I’m supposed to like Sera

Tashday, Fersday, Kyrsday, Tensday, Vasday, and Wyddsday- either I can’t count or they’re missing a day. And what order do they go in? I need a calendar insert pls and thanks

Wait wait did he just run into an ex? What is this sndlsnsin “long-buried emotions”??

Oooo we get a name. Cecily Lambert

I didn’t possibly think I could relate to Corin anymore than I already do but here I am

The dorm chiefs introduce themselves to everyone? How cute and Curtis didn’t seem at all annoyed by Corin asking so many questions I love when upperclassman in books aren’t rude for no reason. It’s such a tiring trait they often have smh

I need his exams to hurry up because I would very much like to get back to the fast paced tower scenes-

I know absolutely nothing about Jin but I love him immensely

#book commentary #if you’ve read this pls dm me ☺️#sufficiently advanced Magic #arcane ascension #uhhhhh I’ll just edit this post whenever I have thoughts

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drzenlin · 3 years

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*Crawls out of the trashcans, a little wild eyed*

Okay, okay, listen. Just listen.

*Holds out new au idea*

I did it again.

Bare with me, here. Okay? This is kind of the thing that I do. I make ideas. Do I complete them? No. Do I actually write on them and make scenes and junk? Not always. Okay, but listen. Hear me out.

My latest obsession has been My Hero Academia, okay? I like it. It’s fun. We’re about to get the fifth season. It’s great. (I mentioned how many ideas I already had in the previous ramble post. We’re on twenty something. It’s getting ridiculous.) I’ve started diving into the fandom. It’s great. I like the fandom. Reading fanfictions and looking at fanart. Awesome. A+ good content.

The thing is..... And bare with me here. The thing is I see a lot of fantasy aus. There’s quite a bit. (We can thank that wonderful end credits in, what? Season four was it? I can’t be bothered to look it up. The canon fantasy au.) But I don’t see the delve into a lot of monster ideas. I don’t see a lot werewolves or vampires or anything of that sort. I’ve seen a couple of “I see dead people” sort of aus. Particularly when it comes to playing in the putty that is Midoryia Izuku’s quirk and lack thereof. (Don’t get me wrong. I like playing in that same putty. It’s so fun to change it and make it fun and interesting with extra heapings of angst and pain and whump-ege.) Though that has to do with more quirk stuff than anything else. I’ve seen a few monster ideas but not a lot. And the monster lover in me just kind of.... wilts. Sadness.

I love monsters. A lot. It’s not a new behavior of mine. Some of you who follow me might have.... guessed that with some of the things that I reblog. (I’m not brave enough to admit it quite yet. Give me a few more ramble posts and we’ll see.) But, coming from The Witcher fandom, I’m seeing a vast lacking in the way of monster content in the MHA fandom. And that sucks. A lot.

(Don’t make me be the one that fills that tag. Please. I’m not sure I can commit to that yet!!! I’m not brave enough!!!)

So, in conclusion, I wanna see more monster stuff in the MHA fandom. Like, werewolves and fae (the dark kind, folks. I love those kinds) and dragons (not just from the fantasy au. We can have more dragons, I assure you. We can do that. It’s okay.) and vampires (I’ve seen a few. It brings me hope) and sea monsters (mermaids and sea monsters anyone? Oooo, sea monster mermaids!!!) and all sorts of other scary things that go bump in the night.

And it’s okay. You have my permission (for what it’s worth). You don’t have to make a whole new au idea. It doesn’t have to be a full au. Mix it in with canon. (I like doing this best. It gives you the flavor of canon but adds that spicy goodness. Werewolves, right alongside quirks, anyone? Just think about little, baby Izuku shifting in front of Katsuki for the first time. Just think about it. I’ll give you a moment with that thought..... it’s good, isn’t it? So good.)

All of this has a point. I got side tracked by werewolves. (Not new. I love me a good werewolf. Always have.) But, the new au idea is kind of..... needs a lot of explanation. There’s a race I made and I wanted to play around with that in my newest fandom obsession. (Of course I did. I’m only human. Ish.) But I can say I like adding dark, fae type monster-y content into canon. Taking a world and melding it into something a little more wild and fantastical and playing with how people go missing or come out of the woods a changed person. I like playing with that sort of world that has magic, thinly veiled under the surface. Where if we don’t speak about it, it might not look this way. Everything is fine, when the sun is up and people are all around you but as the sun begins to set, people go indoors, other things slink around the corners of buildings, hiding away in alleyways. Do they want to consume you? Do they wish to play a malicious game? Are they just curious little critters that are not seen but once in a blue moon? It’s like urban fantasy and dark academia a little bit. Like..... *Snaps fingers* I know I have an example, somewhere rattling around in my brain. Like, traditional fairy tales, where Little Red Riding Hood gets eaten by the wolf but then turns around and kills him. Like ghost stories and haunting and, hmmmm. I don’t know if I’m getting my idea across here. What was that movie with Vin Diesel in it? The Last Witch Hunter? The Witch Hunter? Where he was a Viking cursed by the head witch to live forever and he had to fight her in modern times? That one.(I feel as though that one wasn’t talked about a whole lot. I enjoyed it, though I would have liked it better if there was more good witches and more content, honestly. Was it a book? Can anyone tell me? I think I’d like to read it if there was.) But like that, mixed up with traditional Grimm’s fairy tales and like..... whimsy. So, The Book of Cells and the other one they did. Song of the Sea? (I swear I actually know things. I’m not this much of a ditz. These are late night ramblings.) I like this type of world, universe, type thing. And I enjoy just, taking it and laying a fandom over top of it. So, this just kind of..... combines with my latest fandom. MHA. *Jazz hands*

I swear there’s more specifics to this than just that. But I’ve rambled long enough, honestly. I’m not even sure how many people are going to actually read this keyboard smash of a ramble. (My sisters are required. They wanted me to post more content. This is all on you two.) I might actually go in depth about the actual au idea and about that race that I invented. (If.... we could call it that? It’s a complicated can of worms to open, honestly. That and I need to figure how to make read mores. This is a long post.)

Anyway, the trash goblin has spoken.

*Crawls back into the trashcans, peaks over the lip. Hisses.*

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diangeloyoyok · 4 years

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my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo movies #so fucking stupid #anabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #disney+#pjo adaptation #percabeth #rick riordan

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wingedquill · 4 years

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a love that makes you shiver

@geraltwhumpweek

Title: a love that makes you shiver

Ships: Geralt/Jaskier

Prompt Day: Day 4, Betrayal

Medium: Netflix

Warnings: Hypothermia and Frostbite, Evil!Jaskier, Unhappy Ending, Emotional Abuse/Manipulation

Word Count: 2,606

Author’s Note: This is the first in what will become a series of one-shots by me and @bamf-jaskier. Watch this space on AO3! Also, I’ve been neglecting to post the past few days’ ficlets on tumblr, so my apologies for that.

The first thing Geralt notices is the cold.

He still feels a bit floaty, when he wakes, like he’s still half-dreaming, and the sound around him is muffled and hazy. But he instantly feels the chill, creeping over his skin and burrowing down to his bones. His lungs stutter in his chest, seizing against the frigid air, and he curls his heavy limbs in closer to himself, trying to preserve his body heat.

A soft, familiar laugh filters through the haze.

“You know,” a voice says lightly, conversationally. “That was the first thing you told me about witchers. That you can’t stand the cold.”

Geralt’s eyes flutter open.

Snow. Trees. Jaskier, smiling down at him like he always does when he wakes up before Geralt. Jaskier, smiling down at him from the other side of a set of heavy-looking bars.

That last detail is what kicks Geralt into panicked motion. He shoves himself up on shaking arms, hissing as his fingers slip across the cold snow, and staggers to his feet. Jaskier watches him with….amusement? Pity? Indifference? Geralt can’t tell. He can’t readhim.

He only knows it can’t be Jaskier.

He spins around in a slow circle, confirming that the bars surround him on all sides, a metal cage in the middle of the snowy woods.

“The perfect prison, don’t you think?” not-Jaskier continues, his eyes shining bright blue against the blur of white around them.

“W-what-“ Geralt starts, and clamps down on his chattering teeth.

“What did I do? Spiked your food last night, dragged you here when you passed out. Well, contacted my associates and had them drag you here. But same difference really.” He waves his hand carelessly. “You won’t be meeting any of my associates anyway. I’m the one assigned to you.”

Assigned to him? What in the seven hells did that mean?

“What did you do with Jaskier?” Geralt snarls. He stalks forward as he speaks, reaching out to grab the bars. As soon as he makes contact, his fingers burn, sharper and brighter and worse than the pain caused by the cold. He yelps and lets go, looking down at his hands to see blisters forming on his fingers.

“That one took you a while to tell me,” not-Jaskier says. “The silver sensitivity. You were so ashamedof it, so convinced it would make me leave you. So sure it would make me see you as a monster.”

He laughs at that, a sharp, unamused sound that Geralt has never heard come out of Jaskier’s throat before, and never wants to hear again. Rage floods him, rage that a doppler would dare steal his love’s face, his voice, his laugh. Dare twist them in this way.

“But darling, I’ve always thought you were a monster,” not-Jaskier says, stepping closer to the bars. “And nothing you did could’ve made me leave you.”

“Shut the fuck up and tell me what you did with Jaskier.”

Not-Jaskier tilts his head, smiling still.

“You think I’m a doppler,” he says. “Oh, that’s rich. What, you don’t think your little songbird has the capacity to hurt you?”

Geralt growls in his throat, low and warning.

“Scary. I’d be terrified, if I were in that cage with you.”

It’s the same sort of insult Geralt has heard Jaskier lob at countless posturing drunks in countless shitty taverns, rolling his eyes as someone tried to drag him into a fight. Dopplers know everything about a person, he reminds himself. That’s what makes them so dangerous.

“But I’m not,” not-Jaskier says. Another step forward. “And I’m not a doppler, either.”

He reaches out and wraps his hand around one of the silver bars. Geralt waits, expecting to hear a sizzle of burning flesh, a scream, a curse as not-Jaskier’s skin melted away to reveal the snow white flesh of a doppler.

Nothing.

“See?” not-Jaskier—or—or—no—says, letting go of the bar to show Geralt his uninjured, unmelted hand. “A hundred percent human.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt chokes. Because this is Jaskier. This is his lover, standing outside a fucking cagethat he’s locked Geralt in, studying Geralt like he’s a particularly interesting beast. “Jaskier, what—why—why the fuck are you doing this?”

Jaskier sighs.

“I wish I didn’t have to, dear heart,” he says.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

Jaskier clucks disapprovingly, moving away from the bars.

“Vulgar as always,” he sighs. “No appreciation for more elegant language. That’s one of things I hope changes about you.”

“What.”

“Why am I doing this?” Jaskier sighs, sweeping his arms to indicate the cage, the woods around them. “I’m saving you from yourself, my love. That has always been the goal. Saving all you poor, monstrous witchers from yourselves.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see,” Jaskier says. “Everything will make sense in just a little while longer. I just need you to hold on a little bit more, can you do that for me?”

“Do I have a godsdamned choice?”

“Not really,” Jaskier laughs. “Good point.”

Geralt sinks to the ground. His head is spinning. Twenty-five years. Twenty-five years of walking the path with Jaskier by his side and he—he locked Geralt up and watched as he froze and called him a monster. He doesn’t know which one of those things hurts the most.

“Don’t worry, dear monster,” Jaskier says, kneeling down in the snow on the other side. The smirk has slid off his face, and there’s sadness in his eyes, like he actually cares about what’s going through Geralt’s head. “I still love you. That’s why I’m doing this. I swear you’ll understand. I swear you’ll thank me.”

“When I get out of here,” Geralt growls. “I’m putting a sword through your heart. Silver.”

Jaskier sighs. He sounds almost disappointed.

“You’ll understand,” he says, getting to his feet. “You’ll understand very soon.”

Geralt doesn’t dignify it with an answer. He just curls up on his side with his back to Jaskier, tucking his hands under his armpits to keep them warm.

“I’ll be back soon,” Jaskier says.

The snow crunches under his feet as he leaves, and when Geralt can’t hear his footsteps anymore, he finally lets the tears fall. They trace hot lines over his frozen face, burning and burning and burning like silver, like frost, like the broken heart beating coal-hot and heavy in his chest. A sob bursts out of his throat and he bites down on his fist, shoulders shaking, trying to muffle any other traitorous noises.

You can cry around me,Jaskier said once, when Geralt was trying to battle back tears over yet another innocent he’d failed to save. It’s okay. You don’t have to be invincible.

Had he laughed to himself later? Congratulated himself on getting the monster to cry for him? On putting yet another crack in Geralt’s armor?

Stop crying, he tells himself as more tears stream over his face. Stop crying, stop crying, stop—

But it’s his lover of ten years, his best friend of twenty, he’s known Jaskier for twenty five fucking years. So he doesn’t stop crying for a very long time. And when he does, he doesn’t feel the relief that usually comes after tears, the relaxed feeling in his chest, the clean peace that comes with letting go of something heavy. He just feels exhausted, and numb, and still so fucking sad.

The numbness might come from the cold admittedly. He flexes his fingers, wincing when they’re slow to bend to his command. If he stays out here much longer, he’s going to get frostbite.

Jaskier would probably like that.

Gods.

He battles off another round of tears and sits back up, shivers running up and down his body as he does so. He needs to keep moving, keep his blood pumping, if he wants to survive this. He doesn’t know why Jaskier would have locked him in here if not to kill him from hypothermia, and Geralt isn’t giving him the fucking satisfaction.

He turns around, facing the front of the cage, where Jaskier had been. His footsteps are already mostly filled in with snow. Hanging on a tree branch some ten feet from the cage, an ornate silver key twirls in the freezing wind. It’s a delicate thing. A pretty thing. The thing that would set Geralt free, dangling just out of his reach.

Jaskier is taunting him.

He can’t hold back the tears at that realization.

***

His hands are freezing.

His hands are burning.

His hands are fucking dying.

***

By the time Jaskier comes back, the air has frozen in Geralt’s throat and he can barely move his fingers. They’ve gone all whitish-blue at the tips, a sure sign of frostbite setting in. Dread coils in Geralt’s throat as he stares at them, as he desperately tries to curl his hand into a fist. It listens to him, but slowly, clumsily.

Fuck. Fuck it all to hell.

“Oooo, that doesn’t look good,” Jaskier says as he walks up to the cage. It’s exactly the same sentence, exactly the same tone, that he had used upon seeing dozens of injuries, before grabbing bandages or a potion and setting to work patching Geralt up.

Don’t cry, Geralt tells himself as he lifts his chin and glares at Jaskier. Don’t you dare cry.

“Well, look on the bright side,” Jaskier says cheerily. “It’ll disincentivize you from picking up a sword again, which is excellent.”

“Is it?” Geralt snarls. Because Jaskier is ripping away Geralt’s life purpose, snatching up his ability to swing a sword and then acting like it’s a good thing, and Geralt still doesn’t know why he’s doing it.

“It is,” Jaskier says. “And don’t worry. When it’s all over, I’ll take care of you, dear heart. You won’t need to lift a finger.”

Geralt stares at him.

“You think we’ll just fall into happy domestic bliss when this is over? After you’ve fucking crippled me for life?”

“Yes,” Jaskier says, like there’s no other possible option. Like Geralt coming home with him is an immutable fact.

“What, you gonna chain me to your fucking bed?” Even as Geralt says it, fear creeps into his throat. He wouldn’t put it past this new Jaskier to do just that.

“No!” Jaskier gasps. “No, no, of course not. After this, after allof this, you’ll be free to go. Go do whatever you want. I just think…I think you’ll want to stay with me, once you understand. I hope you’ll want to stay with me.”

“Then you’re fucking mad.”

“Maybe I am,” Jaskier says. “I wasn’t supposed to fall for you, after all. You were just a mission. A…trial run, if you will. But I love you, Geralt, despite the monster running your life. And I hope that you’ll love me back, properly this time, once you’re free of it.”

There’s so much wrong with that, Geralt doesn’t even know where to start. But his heart takes the reins.

“Properly?” he asks. “Jaskier, I’ve loved you for years, I thought I could love you forever, I don’t understand why—”

“Pretty words,” Jaskier sighs, and there’s regret in his eyes. “But you don’t understand them yet. You don’t really know what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean?” He hates how fucking small he sounds.

“You don’t feel love. It’s a scientific fact. A sad one for sure, but…oh dear heart, don’t look at me like that.”

The tears are burning on his cheeks again. He closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Jaskier. Jaskier thinks he doesn’t feel love. This whole time, through Geralt’s shaky declaration, through kisses traded under stars, through dancing together on the coast, through their fucking handfasting ceremony, Jaskier has thought that he doesn’t feel love.

He thinks he might be drowning.

“You’ll feel it soon enough,” Jaskier says. “And then everything will be okay.”

He places a jug on the ground near the bars. It’s small enough that Geralt could grab it and pull it through.

“Drink this,” he says. “Just drink this, and I’ll let you go, okay? And then you can love me, or not, you can stay with me, or not. But you’ll be free. And that’s all I care about, alright? That’s all I’ve ever cared about.”

***

Geralt stares at the jug for a very long time.

Whatever it is, he doesn’t want to drink it. He doesn’t know what the fuck Jaskier wants to do to him, but he knows it can’t be good.

But the numbness in his hands is getting worse and worse, and if he doesn’t get someplace warm soon, he knows he’s going to lose them.

And no matter what this does, it can’t be worse than that.

So he drinks.

***

It hurts.

***

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he wakes up. But the world is muffled again, muffled and painful and cold.

There’s someone leaning over him.

“Open your eyes, dear heart, that’s it, come on.”

Jaskier.

Geralt opens his eyes with a growl, fully intending to reach up and strangle him. But his arms aren’t listening to him—none of his body is listening to him, it’s all loose-limbed and weak like a newborn kitten—so he barely manages to lift them off the ground before they flop back down.

The world is wrong.

It’s fuzzy and dim, and when he tries to expand his pupils to take in more light it doesn’t work. What kind of drug had Jaskier given him?

Jaskier gasps. He looks delighted, like he’s watching a baby bird emerge from its shell.

“It worked,” he says. “Oh, sweet Melitele it worked, I knew that getting you weak from the cold would be enough.”

“What did you do?” Geralt says. Each word is a battle to get out from his throat.

“I should’ve brought a mirror,” Jaskier mutters. “But that’s alright, you’ll see soon enough. Oh, I have so much to show you, so much to teach you.”

He babbles excitedly to himself as he hoists Geralt to his feet. The world spins around him, but miraculously, Geralt manages to hold on to consciousness. Manages to match Jaskier step for shaky step as they walk out of the cage.

“We’ll go to the coast again and you’ll be able to appreciate how beautiful the ocean is, and we can redo our handfasting ceremony, now that you’ll actually mean the vows, and—”

Geralt throws an elbow against Jaskier’s ribs. It’s weak, but Jaskier still lets go of him. Probably out of surprise more than anything else. Geralt sways on his feet but stays standing.

“You…” Jaskier blinks. His eyes are turning red. “You still don’t love me?”

“I always fucking loved you,” Geralt says. Don’t cry. “Until you locked me in a cage.”

“You don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t fucking understandJaskier, I don’t understand why someone who claims to love me would do something like that.”

“I see.” Jaskier takes a deep, shaky breath. “I see. Well. Go on, then.”

Geralt takes a slow step away. Another. Another.

Hands don’t close around his throat. A blow doesn’t come down on his head.

“I’ll wait for you,” Jaskier says behind him. “When you see. I’ll take you back. I swear.”

Another step.

Don’t cry until you’re safe.

Another.

Jaskier starts sobbing behind him, but Geralt doesn’t look back.

***

The first thing he does, when he gets to an inn with a surprisingly friendly innkeeper, is to look in a mirror.

You’ll see soon enough.

Brown eyes, human eyes, stare back at him.

#geraltwhumpweek #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #My writing

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nachotrash · 3 years

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EVEN MORE INCORRECT QUOTES

ft: me, my best friend (ISAMU, not osamu), and an online friendo (scarlett)

Suga: What’s your name? Tendou, whispering to Yamaguchi: Can I tell them my real name? Yamaguchi: No! Tendou: I’m… Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi, whispering to themselves: The ONE TIME they get my name right…

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Scarlett: Bonjour, Suga. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi? Suga: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Scarlett: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

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Tendou: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Isamu: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them? Iwa, watching Tendou screaming, Lev trying to set a sleeping Shiyu on fire, and Suga choking on air: I don't know either.

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Shiyu: honk. Tendou: WHAT. Shiyu: HONK. Tendou: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

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Scarlett, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Scarlett, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

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Shiyu: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, ’* Scarlett: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

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Lev: Between Suga, , Tendou, and Scarlett -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Iwa: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Lev: Tendou? Iwa: Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Shiyu: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Shiyu: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Tendou: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Yamaguchi: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Iwa: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Scarlett: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Lev: I hate you guys so much.

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*Everyone is giving adive to Tendou* Iwa: It's okay to ask for help. Scarlett: You're not a burden. Suga: Murder is okay. Yamaguchi: Your feelings matter.

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Yamaguchi: Noya... Noya: Oh no, 'Noya' in B flat. Noya: You're disappointed.

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Yamaguchi: We’re kind of missing something guys. Suga: Cohesion? Scarlett: Teamwork? Isamu: A general sense of what we’re doing? Lev: And Shiyu is not here. Suga: Oh, and that, yeah.

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Scarlett: Croissants: dropped Suga: Road: works ahead Tendou: BBQ sauce: on my titties Iwa: Shavacado: fre Noya: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Isamu: Isamu: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Lev: You don't think I can fight because of my gender! Isamu: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Scarlett can fight in that dress either. Scarlett: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

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Yamaguchi: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Isamu: We could attack them with hummus. Yamaguchi: I stand corrected. Isamu: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Iwa, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles. Tendou: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake- Yamaguchi, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles. Tendou: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

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Noya: Isamu is taking credit for Lev's work, getting them to deal with everything, and making fun of them! You know what they sounds like? Tendou: You? Noya: No, I meant... You know Lev. In spite of being clever and sarcastic they’re also... fragile and weird and they have trouble fitting in. And Isamu is taking advantage of their weakness! You know what that’s called? Tendou: A Noya? Noya: ...Yeah, but I’m the only one who should be allowed to do that, okay?!

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Iwa: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Tendou: No. Lev: I did not. Isamu: I may have actually forgotten one. Suga: Also no. Iwa: Oh good, neither did I. Yamaguchi: *Exhausted sigh*

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Iwa: That’s illegal, right? Lev: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Iwa: No- Lev: Then shut the fuck up.

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Shiyu: Are you sure Isamu's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

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Isamu: What does “take out” mean? Shiyu: Food. Iwa: Dating. Yamaguchi: Murder. Suga: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

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Yamaguchi: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Suga: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Scarlett: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

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Isamu: But what about Noya? They were my SOULMATE! Yamaguchi: You said that about a ball of yarn once!

(oop- yams jelly)

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Suga: What time is it? Iwa: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out Iwa: *BLASTS the saxaphone* Scarlett: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING Iwa: It’s 2 am

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Noya: Your smile? It makes my day. Scarlett: Your happiness? I live for that. Lev: A room? Get one. Tendou: Hotel? Trivago.

(LETS GOOOOOOOOOO)

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Suga, about Shiyu: They're speaking some kind of French. Lev: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

(when im speaking dutch)

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Scarlett: I give up. I am so tired. Tendou: Get the emergency supply! Shiyu: *carries Noya and places them in front of Scarlett* Noya: *smiles* Scarlett: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

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Isamu: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Yamaguchi: No. No, Isamu, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Isamu calls Tendou. Number five: Suga gets eaten by a shark. Suga: I’m Suga, and I approve the order of that list.

(oooo isamu and tendou---)

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Isamu: From now on we will be using code names. Isamu: You can address me as Eagle One. Isamu: Scarlett is “been there done that”. Isamu: Suga is “currently doing that”. Isamu: Noya is “it happened once in a dream”. Isamu: Shiyu is “if I had to pick a dude/gal/enby”. Isamu: And Iwa is.. Isamu: Eagle Two Iwa: Oh thank god.

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Iwa: *points at Lev* A human turtleneck, *points at Suga* a narcissistic monster, *points at Yamaguchi* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met. Yamaguchi: And who am I? Describe me now.

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Yamaguchi: Fight me! Shiyu, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Iwa: Isamu... How do I begin to explain Isamu? Shiyu: Isamu is flawless. Noya: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Tendou: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Lev: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

(ok but like, they aint wrong tho. also samu punches lev in the face the whole time)

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Lev: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Isamu: Yes. Lev: I love you. Isamu: It back. *Later* Scarlett: Why is Lev crying face-down on the floor?

(cuz he tried to bond with his cousin but failed)

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Iwa: Suga is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life! Yamaguchi: Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE!

(fanon suga vs canon suga)

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Shiyu, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out? Scarlett: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

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Iwa: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Iwa: Violently practices. Shiyu: Violently studies. Scarlett: Violently sleeps. Tendou: Violently shoots pictures. Isamu: Violently boxes. Noya: Violently murders people. Scarlett: Violently worries about the previous statement.

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Noya: You know, when Iwa comes over, Suga can get a little… Tendou: Psycho? Shiyu: Scary? Scarlett: Drunk? Noya: All three.

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Shiyu: Love makes people do stupid things. Yamaguchi: I love everything! Shiyu: That explains a lot.

#incorrect nacho

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poppythewitcher · 3 years

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SPN hell binge Episode 1

Yippe kayay Mother Fuckers, Let’s do this! (edited in the morning or grammar)

Should I watch the recap?

Is that cheating?

I mean It’ll set up the season?

But it it cheating?

Like I’m supposed to get context like when you start a comic half way through

I’m gonna watch the recap just cause I know I won’t even understand that

Aw the cw logo, lets you know you’re getting into some shit

oooo decapitations

what how many of them are there

their voices don’t sound like I imagined

Fuck i kinda forgot Jeffery Dean Morgan was in this

You expect me to take these fuckers seriously where their father, the root of their daddy issues, is Denny fucking Duquette

I’m still confused who the fuck is Jack

I think he’s the antichrist

Listen the practical FXs tho

why is half the recap just a zombie fight

is this the beginning of the this episode or like the end of the last?

oh wait it was the last

listen I get continuity but the fucking font the credits are in makes me want to die

Gay angel can commune with the dead that’s nice

Why did they think that flimsy ass thing will hold the door

“He said welcome to the end what does that mean” the network is finally pulling the plug on this shit show

i love the casual discussion of smiting

I relate to dean in that I too have daddy issues and hate sky-daddy

Is Sam the only function one on this show?

Nope he let the zombies into the crypt

oooops the antichrist is awake

oh its a demon not the antichrist

demon with fashion sense

a demon talking about being a demon the way I talk about working at Starbucks

I like how Sam’s like yeah Cas, give your blood to the minimum wage demon who just met that is currently inhabiting the body of some kid we all really cared about

Nothing could go wrong with that

wait what that fucking worked

how did the minimum wage demon fix God’s mess

okay random teens because horror tropes of violence against young “stupid” women who are just enjoying their lives because it’s easier to enjoy the thing when the male gaze and patriarchal culture not only fetishizes violence against women but it makes the horror easier to watch because it’s not as scary when the victim is a vapid and brainless teenage girl, thus making the male viewer feel secure because his ego tells him that he is stronger and smarter than these weak female and therefore would not fall victim to the monster even though that makes no sense in this context when their main demographic is gen-z girls,gay and theys.

also who gave the camera to the guy with hand tremor what was that shaking

When you have to kill a character but the actor still needs to pay the bills

are they literally just gonna spend the whole season tracking down runaway ghosts this is gonna be worse than I thought

Like is that really Jensen Ackles’s voice is doesn’t sound real

ooo spooky car crash

Wait woman in white wasn’t that the fucking pilot i watched that

oh god really all the fucking monsters of the week are back fuck me what have I gotten myself into

Why is this show trying to be a fucking 80s horror movie now we have a poor housewife and her daughter being haunted by ghosts really

and its not just that its the cinematography and the lighting like the whole fucking mise en scen

its a fun aesthteic but goddamn did they really milk 15 season out of this shit? did anyone actually watch after season 12?

motherfucker a killer clown wow

Like I feel like they’re making they’re voices deeper on purpose

I’m sorry what in the living fuck is this dumb ass FBI shirt that Sam is wearing that does not look real you are not fooling anyone honey has this really been your shtick for 15 fucking years and you look like THAT holy fucking hell it genuinely looks like the costume department is barely trying

Mr. Trench coat honestly looks more believable

wait is minimum wage demon a neanderthal

And he;s hitting on one half or the queer baiting wonder twins great

Minimum wage demon: “who was he”

me: “wouldn’t we all like to know”

I mean me. I would like to know thank you minimum wage demon for getting me this info

So he’s they’re kid that’s nice

Wait

So the queer baiting wonder twins had a FUCKING CHILD TOGETHER

holy fuck they weren’t kidding this really is hell

the blood stains are really good like a little bright for being old dried blood but still the practical FX slaps and I’m already starting to think that’s the show’s one redeeming quality

That child is defffffff possessed

This thing is giving me flashbacks to early quarantine when my ex made me watch killer klowns for outer space on Netflix party would not reccomend

I mean I wouldn’t reccomend this either but

Who’s Rowena

Why is the angle that low and harsh on the minimum wage demon being a fan boy like really why

Why is it a dutch too

I just want to talk to the cinematographer and see if he’s okay

Like It went to a stand eye level over the shoulder and then nack to the super harsh low dutch what’s going on

Also Who’s Micheal

Like Micheal the angel?

Is Micheal an angel? idk

why does Cas readily hand out the info that he’s an angel

Sam shot god and honestly fucking mood

is it just Sam or does every one get fucked up if they try to hurt sky-daddy cause that’s kind of a dick move

I feel like I’m supposed to recognize the MILF in white but I haven’t seen the show so IDK

What’s with the whole human sacrifice heart thing like is that standard here

I thought they were going door to door they literally only went to the one house

the killer klown from outer space is back and he has friends

I love how Cas is just like offend and exasperated over being shot

and then just fucking La Llorona makes an appearance

are the spell in fucking Latin on this show

this is why I’m a Witcher stan like at least Sapkowski’s creative an used a different dying language

why does Sam have to stay be hind like in theory they could just sprint

and he picked up the kid he’s like the one functional one here

Sam just told the killer klown from outer space to shut up and honestly same

I have 5 minutes left and it feel like it’s been an eternity

how many times have they been uncomfortably thanked by a little girl on this show cause I feel like the answer is too many

Why is the pie man such a bitch to his husband like way to press against the whole queer baiting wonder twins thing we get it you’re uncomfortable with your character’s repressed bisexuality please maybe chill you made the gay angel sad

even the minimum wage demon gets it

that looks infected

oh yeah dean’s oldest daughter syndrome is back that’s nice

I feel like I see the appeal of this show and how it could be good but then it went to hell

Wait are they actually god now what the fuck

like is this whole season just some Nietzsche bullshit okay

why does dean say just you and me? You also have a gay angel and a minimum wage demon

Final thoughts: I’m going to bed. I’ll do more tomorrow. This really is a dumpster fire. What have I gotten myself into

#Supernatural Hell Binge #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn #spn 15x01 #oh my god what have I done #winchesters #dean #sam #cas #why'd you make the gay angel cry

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 years

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Okay so you know when I had that idea where the Reader has their sides be demonic and corrupted right? Could I possibly get something where the sides first find it out, because "Memories" comes out (and it's a big wolf-like creature, corrupted and dark and scared)

“There better be a good reason why you called all of us here, including them.” Virgil huffed, giving Deceit and Remus a side-eyed glare as they just smirked right back at him.

You smiled nervously. “Well, uh…I just figured it was time to show you guys a little something-”

“Ooooh a “little something”, you say~?” Remus wriggled his eyebrows at you. “Well I got a little something down h–oof!!” He was elbowed in the gut by a tense Roman. “Owie!”

“That’s what you get for knocking me out for a whole episode.”

“Guys, cut it out and let them talk,” Thomas told his Sides in annoyance, before he looked back at you. “I’m sorry, [y/n]. You know how the Sides can be.”

“I know how your Sides can be. But…” You sighed apprehensively, feeling a presence looming in your conscious, growing stronger. “…there’s other people who, like you, have their own Sides that they talk to and work out conflicts with.”

The men exchanged confused glances, and then Logan gazed back at you, curious. “Well, I’m sure it’s possible,” he remarked. “Are you implying that you’re one of those people?”

You nodded, although in the back of your mind you could hear a faint growling sound.

It was almost..impatient.

“Oooo! I’d love to meet them!” Patton grinned excitedly. “What’re their names? If you don’t mind sharing?”

Before you could give him a reply, there was an echoing howl that resonated throughout the Mindscape, startling most of the Sides as they tried to figure out where that sound came from.

When they looked back at you, there was a hulking werewolf-like beast standing beside you. It had several rocks and boils embedded in its skin and blackened fur, looking almost mutated. It was also surrounded by some glowing bubble-like orbs.

You pet the beast’s fur, no fear expressed on your face as you sighed. “Everyone, meet my Memories.”

Grunting, Memories nodded their head, glowing eyes surveying Thomas’ Sides. “You all look the same..how curious," they muttered in a guttural voice.

Patton and Roman had looks of sheer terror on their faces, but you saw them and immediately put your hand out right as they opened their mouths to scream. “Don’t freak out! Please..”

They didn’t, although they were still frozen in fear with wide-eyed gazes.

“Woah..” Thomas was the first to speak after a while. “Y-You’re saying they embody all of your memories?”

“Good and bad.” Memories grabbed a nearby glowing orb, holding it in their claws. Within it played a video-like sequence of you hanging out with Thomas the other week, laughing as you both played a video game. “I can only hold onto so many at a time.”

“B-But hold on..” Roman mumbled, finding his voice. “If..y-you’re supposed to be [y/n]’s good memories then...what’s with the whole Big Bad Wolf appearance?”

“Roman, monstrous or otherwise inhuman appearances don’t always mean evilness,” you huffed, gesturing to Deceit. “You know I’ve loved monster movies and all those horror flicks growing up.”

“You had lots of good tastes, I'll admit that,” Virgil smirked.

“Thanks, Virgil. But one day I just..sketched my own ideas of monsters. Original characters you could say. And next thing you know, Memories was there.” You pet the werewolf’s fur once more. “Though they’ve actually been with me ever since I was able to start remembering things. They just didn’t have a proper..form back then. So I gave them one.”

“Huh..now this is fascinating..” Logan said as he adjusted his glasses. “So I presume your other Sides appear and were created in the same way?”

“More or less.”

“Well it’s about time Virgil isn’t the only one delivering the spooks around here!” Remus exclaimed, stepping closer to Memories, although he was surprised when the werewolf snarled at him.

But he just snarled right back.

“I like this one,” Memories chuckled. However, their smile fell as they looked around the room, seeing everybody shake their heads with disapproval.

“Don’t.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Nope.”

“Please don’t.”

The dark creativity Side feigned a sniffle. “How rude! Just when I thought we were all finally getting along. Oh well. I got things to do, so I’ll see you later ya big furry hunk~” He smiled as he winked at Memories, sinking out.

They just stared at the TV where he previously stood, before sighing as they looked back at you. “I’ll be sure to remember this encounter.” They chuckled. “I should take my leave and make sure my collection’s in order. Thanks for introducing me to everyone."

“Thanks for coming out, Mem.” You smiled at them, gently rubbing their fur. In response, they threw their head back and howled, before they gradually vanished into nothing.

“Memories looked like they came straight out of a Grimm Fairytale!” Roman exasperated. “But I’m sure your other Sides aren’t as..?”

“Oh, Memories is actually the least scary one."

His jaw dropped in horror, as did Patton’s. The other Sides just looked at each other, slightly nervous, although Virgil smiled a bit. “I think they’re gonna be pretty cool guys. As you said, scary looks aren’t everything.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “The others represent things people..wish they didn’t feel or experience. But they and I have come to an understanding.”

"Maybe we will, too,” Thomas agreed, his smile growing as well. “Whatever they may be, [y/n]..we’ll listen to you and try not judge books by their covers."

#clanask #sanders sides x reader #sanders sides imagine #monsters of the mind au

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icekirbys · 6 years

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oooo I was tagged by @chapels-sickbay to share my six fave spooky halloween season films or shows!! I adoreeeee all things spooky, but have to avoid overt gore, so some of these might seem tame. that said, here they are, and I’ve decided to write a bit about them and why I like them. in no particular order:

the train to busan

I love zombies! train to busan is quite a straightforward south korean zombie film, with an adorable little girl as the main character. saying pretty much anything would spoil it, but I love how it cuts away any frills some modern zombie films like to add, making for a much more focused and much more involving film.

certificate: 15, moderate gore (mostly implied), strong body horror

post-apocalyptic for kids, done right. but I’m basically a kid, so I continually recommend this movie to anyone who says they like scary, but not, like, scary scary. the animation has also aged surprisingly well, probably bc of the lovely character design. oh wow I need to watch this film again

certificate: 12A, would be considered violent for a child

the cabin in the woods

this movie definitely isn’t advertised as a comedy-horror enough, because I kept passing it (bc of my gore squick I can’t rly go through cult horror blogs enough to have had it recommended to me). this is. such a good film. it’s always great when a satirical film ends up itself making a great film of its genre.

15, sex, gore, drugs, the lot of it. (but it made up for it for me with its lighter tone)

paranorman

you know the ‘I see dead people’ fic trope? this is that, but in a gorgeous stop motion film. really sweet light hearted film, perfect for a halloween watch if you’re less keen on the edgier side of the spooky season

monster house

okay so maybe the animation is horridly outdated, but storywise, this film still holds up. might feel hard to watch for the first time, but bringing it up mostly for nostalgia - and maybe I can remind someone else of this awesome film

shaun of the dead

there’s so many american horror films, it’s excellent to find this almost bizarrely english film. the whole of the cornetto series is really wonderful, and although which of the trio is best is a divisive topic in my family, I’ll stand by this one being my favourtie

15, violence and profanity BIG TIME

I always get ansty abt tagging people in these but, feel free to do if you would like yada yada.

I would also love to hear recommendations for more chiller horror/thriller films! I’ve got beetlejuice on my list so far, but yknow. tis the season, and all that

#:D #thankkkk <3

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aether-asterisk · 6 years

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Halloween in Ebbott Falls - Chapter 2

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

<<In which sacrifices are made as an invasion of the undead takes root from inside the house.>>

oooo here we go! this is where it gets interesting!!!

By the time they got back, the house was silent. The lights were off and an eerie chill swept throughout the halls. Only the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room could be heard. Each and every room was vacant, aside from the girls's upstairs bedroom.

Absolute silence.

The door creaked open as Pacifico stepped in. "Helloooo...? Mama? I know you guys didn't leave yet..." Century followed her inside. "They had to have. This house is very much empty." "Nooooo!!!! I wanted to go trick-or-treating!!!" "We can still do that, we don't need--" Thunder crashed. In the light of the window stood a large mysterious figure in the shape of the devil himself for a brief second before the lightning passed. "What was that?!!" Century looked back at the window. The only thing that stood outside was a tree. Pacifico chuckled nervously. "Right, I'm just seeing things! Totally not scared!! Totally not worried that Mr. Dreemurr's gonna come outta the grave as a zombie and try to kill us!! He's dead, fair and square!!" "The life spell. That may induce a zombie uprising. You may be right." "NO!!!" Pacifico screamed, "We gotta get outta here!!!"

Suddenly, the front door opened. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway. Pacifico screamed and held on to Century for dear life. "There you girls are!" Ollie stepped inside. Flowey was attached to his straw hat, as part of his farmer costume. "I just came back in to refill the candy bowl. The trick-or-treaters just keep on coming! And...I thought you were doing the haunted house thing?" "Maybe that's why they're showing up more," Flowey piped up. "We were going to do that, but we eventually decided against it. I was too busy teaching Pacifico how to be scary." "Oh, no," Ollie set down the empty bowl on the table. "Don't tell me you turned Pacifico into...well, you." Pacifico smiled nervously. "No, I'm okay, don't worry, I totally didn't kill--" "Sorry to interrupt, but I should really go get the candy and be on my way. The girls are in the living room putting on their costumes so you didn't miss much. Happy Hallow--" "B r a i n s . . . "

A ghoulish boss monster loomed over Ollie and the girls, decrepit and tattered, biting into Ollie as he and Pacifico screamed bloody murder. Century grabbed Pacifico's hand and took her into the kitchen. "We need to hide." Pacifico's first instinct was to dive into the cupboard and bury herself in the various snacks inside. Century swooshed into a different cupboard, inside a large pot. Pacifico trembled as she heard the groaning of both Asgore and now Ollie, holding back tears as she hoped to god they don't catch her. The groaning soon faded. The coast was clear. The older skeleton peeked out of the cupboard, only for her twin sister Gigi to be across the way. "W-what was that?" Century slipped out of her cupboard. "Zombies," she whispered, "Asgore and Ollie are now zombies." Gigi gasped. "Ollie's a zombie?!" "Shush, they'll hear us and come back!" Pacifico said in a hushed but firm tone. "Now, where's Q?" "Right here," the littlest alien sister's head poked out from behind the doorway. "Who's a zombies?" "We need to set up a base. They could come back any moment. Follow me, dear cousins." Century led the girls upstairs to Caffrin and Papyrus's room, also completely empty.

"Okay, we need to find something to defend ourselves. Everyone split up and look for some useful stuff," Pacifico ordered. "I-I-I think I would just rather hide until it's safe," The timid skeleton slowly opened the closet, only to reveal the zombified Asgore inside. Gigi slammed the closet shut in a fright "G-girls--!!" "What is it, Gigi. Did you find something good." Gigi, still shaking from what she had seen, looked at the closet and back at Century, shaking her head vigorously.

Century floated towards the closet. "Don't be a baby. What did you see." "D-don't open the door, please, It's gonna be scary, they were in the--" "Nothing. There is a lot of old junk in here, though." "Oooh, Good thinking, Gigi!" Pacifico began searching around in the empty closet, "We can use stuff in here as weapons!" "Like this old picture frame. Could make for a good throwing disc if we sharpen the edges." Century took one of the old photo frames next to the closet, holding a picture of Ollie as a toddler. "Hold on, I have a pocket knife."

"A pocket knife?!" Pacifico ceased her rummaging to look up at Century, whittling away at the wooden frame. "You had a pocket knife this whole time?! Why can't we just use that, then?!!" "Because if I throw the knife at them, I'll never get it back. But a throwing disc such as this," Century held up the now-sharpened picture frame, "can offer more maneuverability and even a clean slice. And if you throw it right, you can retrieve it like a boomerang. Or just get it back manually using magic. Here, I'll show you. Pretend that old mannequin is a zombie. I'm going to decapitate it. Watch how I throw the frame and note the spin."

Century threw the frame at the mannequin, aiming straight for the neck and slashing off the head. The plastic head fell to the ground with a soft "thunk" as the frame boomeranged back at the half-shadow, who caught it as Pacifico flinched. "Oh, relax. You have mittens on, so forget about cutting your hand. Just catch it when it comes back." She handed the frame over to Pacifico. "Now you try. See if you can chop off the torso. The key is velocity and angle." "But we haven't learned either of those things in school yet!!!" "You'll know. It takes practice, but once you have it, you'll feel it."

"Okay," Pacifico took a deep breath. With a small grunt she threw the frame at the mannequin, attempting to follow exactly how Century did it, and sliced through the torso, cutting it evenly in half. The upper torso, however, did not fall over like the head did and instead stayed intact. "Good, Pacifico," Century nodded, "You threw it so hard it kept the chest in place without even a snag. Impressive." Q attempted to grab the picture frame. "I wanna try too, gimme gimme!!" "Get your own!" Q grumbled. "Fine." She waddled over to the bed to grab one of the picture frames above the bed, a smaller one with the twins as babies. "Wow, Pacifico, you were a cute baby." "Don't mention it," Pacifico used her magic to bring her photo frame back to her. "Seriously, don't." "Woah! This painting looks so real! It almost looks exactly like Ollie! Only weird looking...." "Q, WAIT--!!" It was too late. The undead soft boy grabbed Q from behind and the remaining three girls chose not to stick around. They ran down the hall, only for a bony hand holding Pacifico's Unikitty plushie to be seen at the end.

"hey, kid, um--" A hearty throat clearing sound could be heard as the voice switched to a more feminine, high-pitched but still dreary tone. "hey, pacifico, come over here and save me. i ain't a zombie yet, i swear." Pacifico slowly approached the doll, only for Century to hold her back. "It's a trap. They got to my father." "But she speaks the truth, she's still intact! I gotta go save her, my beloved!" "I'll go," Gigi spoke up from behind them, "If it is a trap, I might as well get it over with because seriously we are children caught in the middle of a real-life zombie invasion this is not a movie we are definitely going to die." "Gigi, no," Pacifico grabbed her sister's arm, "I'm not gonna let you get zombified like them. We already lost Ollie and Q, I'm not losing you too!" Gigi shook off Pacifico's grip. "It's either me or Unikitty, and I have to toughen up at least once in my life. It...may as well be the end of it. Now, I'm going, and there's not a thing you can do to stop me! ....If that's okay."

The timid skeleton ran up and grabbed Unikitty, throwing her back to the girls before immediately being tacked by their uncle Sans, whose skull had cracked even further as he dribbled onto Gigi. "f r e s h b r a i n s ." Before catching Unikitty in the air, Pacifico instinctively threw the photo frame as she did earlier at Sans, decapitating him while he still had Gigi pinned. "Now's your chance, Get outta there!" "I can't! He still has a strong grip on me!" Gigi struggled to free herself from the headless Sans's grasp. "Go on without me, please. It's too late for me. But please....remember my sacrifice!" Pacifico fought back tears as she held Unikitty in her arms. "I....I will."

With that, Pacifico ran off to the laundry room, Century trailing behind.

#this is late oops #halloween in ebbott falls #fanfiction #pacifico #century gothic #gigi #space q #caffrin posts #caffrin writes

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acidwaste · 6 years

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hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you

@natcaptor / @gayspaced

name: leon or lionel!

nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!

gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...

time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon

birthday: december 9th!

favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu

favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples

song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams

last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl

when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho

last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me

do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H

do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”

why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!

following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!

followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though

lucky number: 43 and 64!!

instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs

what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes

dream job: oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim

dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!

favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet

nationality: new zealand, but living in australia

favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime

@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year

@smstransformers

age: 16

birthplace: auckland, nz

current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!

drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops

favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite

grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)

horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low

in love: i believe so!

jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things

love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C

middle name: shane!

siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!

one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life

song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands

time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30

underwear colour: blue + purble

vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!

worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage

favourite food: mashed potatoes….

zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!

@alyonian

relationship status:

at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young

favourite colour:

it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace

lipstick or chapstick:

i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former

last song i listened to:

the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is

last movie:

monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories

top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:

i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;

unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage

taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)

tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!

additional favs:

my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software

top 3 bands / artists:

HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is

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@alyonian

color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing

last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts

last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life

last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing

last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.

last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique

last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big

book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber

@victorion

name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™

nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!

zodiac sign: archer man

height: Tall™

language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian

fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)

fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it

fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing

fav color: ornge,,,,

fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho

average hrs of sleep: too little

fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom

no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??

fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to

fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good

fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again

@thonany-klieme

name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really

gender: male, im probs an nb guy

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1

sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now

lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’

ever had a crush on a teacher: no??

where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate

if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands

what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump

last kiss: never had one

have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf

favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights

favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y

#acid.txt #this took a while but :wahoo:

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Roller Cowards. (Ray Toro x Reader)

Note: This was requested by a user on Wattpad. I know that this isn’t my best work; forgive me. x

“There it is, (Y/N),” Ray said in awe as he gawked at the 200 feet steel structure.

You gulped and squeezed Ray’s hand a little tighter as your eyes travelled up the tracks. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, “There it is.”

Ray tore his gaze away from the roller coaster and turned to look at you. “Hey, we don't have to go on it if you don't want to,” he reminded you.

“No,” you shook your head and took a deep, calming breath, “I have to. It’s about high time I face my fear.”

“Are you sure?” your boyfriend question sceptically, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. I’m sure. But…” you bit your lip as you looked behind Ray at the monster that awaited you. “Could we maybe do it last? Like, I want to enjoy the rest of Sea World before I march to my inevitable death.”

“Of course,” he smiled at you, “What do you wanna do first, then?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully for a while before exclaiming in excitement. “Oh! Can we go and see the penguins?!”

Ray giggled at your childlike enthusiasm while you rocked back and forth on your heels expectantly. “Sure we can, baby,” he smiled at you, as your grin grew wider. His expression turned to one of worry soon after. “But, you do know that we have to walk past the sharks to get to the penguins, right?”

“What?” you yelled in fear. ”But the sharks will break the glass or something. They’re scary.”

“I’m beginning to think that coming here wasn’t a very good idea.” Ray nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. “You’re afraid of nearly everything in the entire park!”

“Am not!” you protested in shock.

“Then you’re fine with going on the Manta?”

“No way in hell!”

“My point exactly,” he sighed, ruffling his afro before offering you a small smile. “Do you just wanna leave? We can go bowling or see a movie or something.”

“No, we’re not going anywhere,” you huffed stubbornly, folding your arms. “I am doing this. I am going to get over my fears.”

“Okay, then let’s go.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Ray sighed in frustration, trying to drag you into the cave. “Nothing will happen. Come on, let’s go.”

You wouldn't budge, insisting on planting yourself firmly on the ground.

“(Y/N)…”

“Raymond…”

“Don't make me come over there and throw you over my shoulder,” he warned. “You know I will.”

You simply turned up your nose in response, turning your face to the side and closing your eyes in defiance.

“That’s it.” Ray marched over to you and picked you up with seemingly zero effort, tossing you over his right shoulder. “(Y/N), I can handle you being afraid of heights,” he spoke while beginning to make his way to the entrance with you punching his back in protest. “But there’s literally no reason to be afraid of these sharks. They’re in a tank, for goodness sake!”

“Just you wait, Ray,” you scoffed. “Wait until they break out. I’ll gladly push you towards them as a sacrifice.”

It took the two of you about five minutes to get to the penguins. Mainly because every time Ray would try and pick up speed, you’d scream as you got closer and closer to the sharks, attracting the attention of some less-than-impressed park guests.

But nevertheless, you’d made it to the cuddly, monochrome sweethearts’ territory.

“This is great, I’m glad we came here, honey,” you said, finally feeling a sense of happiness as you approached the penguins.

“Ahh, same. This is very ni-“

“LOOK, IT’S A PENGUIN! LOOK HOW CUTE!” you gushed, rushing forward to get a better look at the sea birds.

Ray shook his head at your sudden diversion of attention, chuckling lightly as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and planting a kiss to your temple.

“Now if only you were this enthusiastic about roller coasters.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, your smile disappearing as you turned to frown at your boyfriend. “Why did you have to remind me?”

“Relax, baby.” Ray massaged your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Have you ever been on it?”

“Well… no.”

“Then you can’t say that.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ll be there to keep you calm the entire time.”

“It’s not fine. We’re gonna die.”

“I love how you’re supposed to be the one keeping me calm, yet you’re freaking out the most,” you remarked, slightly amused as you glanced next to you at your boyfriend, who was in a frantic panic as the ride slowly edged its way up to the drop.

“Yes, well,” he panted, “I didn't expect it to be this scary! Oh, god,” he groaned as he glanced down for a brief second. “We’re so high up.” He turned to look at you. “How the fuck are you so calm?”

“I’m not thinking about it,” you shrugged as you leaned back into the headrest, eyes closed.

“Not thinking about it. Wow,” he huffed, the panic still evident in his voice and on his face. “Is it too late to get off?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Fuck me.”

“Maybe. If we survive.”

“Those were not the words of encouragement I was searching for.”

“Maybe not. But it’ll give you something to look forward to,” you smirked. You reached the drop now, and were a mere two seconds from going down it. Turning to your boyfriend one last time, you gave him a reassuring smile. ”Don’t die.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Mhm?”

“You won’t tell anyone about what happened, right?” Ray asked sheepishly as you pulled up to the Ways’ house.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, honey,” you smiled innocently, shooting him a wink as the both of you exited the car and made your way to the door.

Ray sighed in relief as relaxed noticeably. “Good.”

You leaned over and placed a peck on his lips before entering the house.

“Hey, bitches!” you cheered happily as you beamed at Mikey, Frank and Gerard.

“Where’ve you two been?” Mikey asked as he polished his bass.

“Sea World,” Ray answered, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Oooo how was it?” Gerard asked, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

“It was-“

“Ray totally chickened out like a little bitch!” you proclaimed, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“(Y/N)!” Ray yelled, turning to you with a look of utter betrayal on his face, while the rest of the guys joined in on your laughter.

“Sorry!” you apologised. “Actually, no, I’m not. It’s payback for stealing my ice-cream.”

“You said you were done with it!”

“Then I changed my mind!”

“You’re unbelievable,” he puffed his cheeks.

“You’ve mentioned,” you shot him another wink. “Hey, look on the bright side,” you walked over to whisper in his ear. “At least you survived.”

“Well, yeah, but-OH.”

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