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weed-cat · 2 years

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baptizedinmyspit sideblog tour

everyone blame @theghostthathauntsurlocalmansion for enabling this. some urls have been redacted because i don’t want them linked to this blog, but every single one of the exactly 50 sideblogs i have will be at least referenced. yeah i have cringe ass fandom blogs yes im an mcyt stan yes im an age regressor nyah nah nah nah nahh unfollow me about it if ur mad lol.

okay here we go

@wilburapologist - set up, currently active - 181 followers - my general mcyt/dsmp blog. mostly reblogs.

@mcytagere - set up, on hiatus - 636 followers - my blog for mcyt/dsmp fandom agere content. mostly original content and asks with some reblogs.

@[redacted] - set up, formerly active - 383 followers - my general 5 Seconds Of Summer blog. mostly reblogs.

@anotherwilbur - set up, currently active - 7 followers (lol get fucked Wil) - one of my headmates’ blogs idk what he gets up to over there ask him

@undeadscenecore - set up, currently active - 3,559 followers - my scenecore aesthetic blog. mostly reblogs and some original photography.

@polydysautonomic - set up, currently active - 22 followers - my physical disability advocacy/awareness blog. mostly reblogs.

@[redacted] - set up, currently active - 0 followers - my vent blog. mostly original vent posts.

@tech-za - set up, currently active - 17 followers - my blog centered around Ph1lza and Technoblade’s friendship (NOT a ship blog). mostly reblogs.

@sapnap-kinnie - set up, formerly active - 1 follower - my feral crew (Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, Quackity) blog. all reblogs. mostly abandoned and content that would have gone there is now redirected to wilburapologist . moderate potential to reactivate at some point.

@george-notfound - set up, formerly active - 18 followers - my Georgenotfound-centric blog. mostly reblogs. same activity situation as sapnap-kinnie.

@toblr - set up, currently active - 8 followers - our blog for my headmate Toby, posted on by multiple people in my system. only interact with this blog if all of your interactions would be 100% sfw, Toby is a child. mostly reblogs.

@polymorphic-punishments - set up, currently active - 0 followers - another one of my headmates’ blogs, same deal as anotherwilbur.

@pogchamppogpack - set up, not really active - 3 followers - blog that i made for my /p /hj ABO pack with two of my friends. i’m the alpha in case you were wondering. mostly reblogs. potential for occasional activity.

@whumpwrite - set up, currently active - 3 followers - my writing blog, mostly fic writing, decent bit of pro-ao3 posting. mostly reblogs.

@turbohell-castiel - set up, not really active - 4 followers - my supernatural blog. i mostly just spn post on main now. mostly reblogs. low potential for reactivation.

@empoweredmenominee - set up, currently active - 18 followers - my blog centered around indigenous cultures and issues we face. mostly reblogs with some original posts.

@pop-punk-agere - set up, formerly active - 65 followers - my general age regression blog with a theme of pop punk music. i used to post there a lot but a lot of the things i posted there started going to mcytagere when my mcyt fixation set in. mostly reblogs and original littleposting. high potential for reactivation.

@[redacted] - set up, currently active - 247 followers - my kink/nsft blog. mostly original posts with some reblogs.

@stillinthemerlinfandom - set up, formerly active - 14 followers - my BBC merlin blog. i’m still a fan of merlin but the fandom is just So Dead that i don’t bother with it (said with respect to the people who are still active). mostly original posts. low potential to reactivation.

@unsolved-wheeze-sigh - set up, formerly active - 15 followers - my buzzfeed unsolved/watcher entertainment blog. mostly reblogs. low potential for reactivation.

@[redacted] - set up, formerly active - 220 followers - my [redacted fandom] incorrect quotes blog (redacted because it’d be easy to find if you knew what fandom it was for). mostly original posts. low potential for reactivation.

@polygon-unraveled - set up, very occasionally active - 32 followers - my polygon gaming/BDG blog. mostly reblogs. low potential for full reactivation.

@biconjaskier - set up, formerly active - 1 follower - my blog for netflix’s The Witcher. mostly reblogs. low potential for reactivation.

@actualstutter - partially set up, waiting to activate - 0 followers - the blog that i intend to make for advocacy and awareness for people who have the speech impediment of chronic stuttering. will activate at some point in the future.

@diagnosedbpd - partially set up, waiting to activate - 0 followers - currently private until setup is complete - the blog that i intend to make for borderline personality disorder issues and awareness. will activate at some point in the future.

@[redacted] - set up, formerly active - 38 followers - fandom-specific nsfw blog. mostly original posts. low potential for reactivation.

@devynndavynnandemotionaldylynn - set up, formerly active - 9 followers - my blog for some random alt bands, mostly waterparks and palaye royale. mostly reblogs. low potential for reactivation.

AND THAT IS ALL OF THE ONES THAT ARE COMPLETELY/PARTIALLY SET UP. here’s a quick list of all the other urls that i have for some reason or another. @dbtofficial @wedancethedanceofitaly @dsmpagere @benchtrioapologist @antarcticduo @ranbooprotectionsquad @transranboo @biranboo @ph1lzakinnie @wilbursoot-kinnie @jackmanifoldhotel @fundyenjoyer @syndicateenjoyer @catboy-omega @dsmpgender @dragthelakeandbringmehomeagain @taylor404 @wilbursootanti @makeupisfuckinggreatforaguy @[redacted] @[redacted] @weed-cat

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semi-imaginary-place · 6 months

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Started watching anime on a whim

Watched 5 episodes of uh the one about the edgy feral witch"s apprentice and i kept waiting for it to get good and theres some good story ideas but too much of is stupid. Also would have worked better with a female protag. Wow he really is consistently feral rather liked that concept actually. But too much of it is contrived like dude's phone has a command to conveniently unlock all the cells with no restrictions or in general the lack to security checks on weapons. Or really the put the one witch baby tree where the humans can get it? And then protag levels half a city but struggles to kill this one dude. Also anime crimes against women: rape for cheap drama is so boring to watch. Op ed songs were great tho.

Finally watching jujutsu kaisen and over the last few years i have seen sooo much stuff for this show and i still didnt know that pink? hair was the protag i usually see the white and black haired dudes. Oh this is well produced, and the animation is good. I see why people like it. Lesbian. I love her already. Oh black hair ive been seeing isnt megumi its the dude with plugs and hair tied up.

Ep5: ok thats very interesting the dynamic. Megumi's trying to get himself and itadori out alive. Initially tries to pressure ... Sukuna? To regenerate even willing to sacrifice his life then switches to suppression because he has no chance in a fight even if that risks itadori bleeding out. Oh theres the dude ive been seeing he's an antagonist? Also whiplash from itadori dying (im assuming some bs happens that revives him) to school tournament.

What is up with all these dudes ripping their shirts off?? This is like the 3rd time this has happened??

Office bro is dead he's challenging the final boss in ep like 9/24.

13 oh yeah they all still think he's dead

18 uh what happened to the run away plan? Eh this arc is pretty boring for me.

I cant remember do sukuna and itadori remember when the other is in control? Also for a series about highschoolers there is remarkably little highschool stuff the cast could easily be in their early 20s joining an organization.

former punk fushiguro lol. also love how the 3 others instantly jump on the opportunity to troll him.

24. it's interesting to see how anime has changed over the years. if jjk had been released in 2003 this would have been an episodic monster of the week style show where every episode they would take out a different curse with reused animation.

i love her. kugisaki murdering a dude in front of their family and boasting about it. damn. jjk draws the line between curses and humans and immediately like next episode blurs that line. i like how this si getting to itadori

Movie: i like how for once the big monster is a girl. The contrast between jjk 0 and the main series really highlights two genres jjk could have taken. With okkotsu(?) Jjk is a darker supernatural horror thriller with its shy low self esteem protag like deadman wonderland or tokyo ghoul among others there was an era where this style/subgenre was very popular. The second genre with itadori is the hotblooded battle shounen. I actually like the latter so im not complaining just an observation. Also i see why tumblr and twitter like geto.

S2e1: gay. The op end ed might as well be ship amvs

i might like this better than the first season wow.

uhhhh wasn't it suppose to be really bad if the girl died

bro that sounds like burnout you need a vacation.

aw i liked the flashback arc. back to 2018

hmm robot kun might not make it out of this. wow yeah just add more death flags.

gojo sure has changed huh. used to be more amoral. kinda sad geto is actually dead he was a good character although given what the series has established so far the author could revive anyone plausibly.

from curses to sapient curses and transformed humans to curse users aka the bad humans i wonder when it'll just be whoever jujutsu highschool doesn't like.

I think I've come around on gojo its funny how the show goes out of its way to tell the audience how good looking he is like girls swarming him or characters commenting on his pretty eyes and flawless skin and then the part i really like how this is contrasted with his annoying personality that no one likes. Its so funny, his coworkers tolerate him at best theres like maybe 3 people tops that actively like being around him. Also he only really started covering his eyes after the flashback arc, i wonder if its because of those events whether its the unlocking 6 eyes (why is it called that) or geto leaving. Because with the blindfold he mostly just looks like a weirdo. I also cant help but wonder if gojo losing sight of his humanity during the tengen incident, like he seemed very... unmoored? meant geto didnt have a grounding point to rely on later. So by the time gojo had figured himself out and how to be a functioning person again geto was already gone.

Scrolled through tumblr and wow people are horny for the deadbeat. Also nanami. The oldest womb dude too but i expected that since he's a half dead looking goth which is just up tumblr's alley. Wow i havent seen a reader insert plague this bad since haikyuu. Go straight girls go (just stay away from me).

judge jury executioner the jujutsu world really is a lawless mobstate.

37. huh. what was that spaghetti scene

39 eyy reached the last currently available episode. lots of active plot threads. i still don't know what was up with chrono(?) or where he ran off to. deadbeat zombi toji has picked out megumi. mahito and whats his face are roaming around. not sure I'll read the manga but i might skim it. the best part of this show is the cool fight scenes afterall.

Was thinking about the framing of the flashback arc op and ed. And they appear so carefree and warm because we're seeing how gojo remembers his highschool days. He's dreaming of days past wishing he could return to them.

#jjk spoilers #jjk

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hopeheartfilia · 6 months

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tumblr recommended is whack because sometimes it will just randomly give me stuff im not intrested in and none of my mutuals have even been obsessed with lately

oh you reblogged several strips from a ml comic youve been reading for 3 days? Here have some zutara. For the record ive never been a zutara girlie

Nothing against yall it just never clicked for me. I brotp the fuck out of them tho. But like unironically my zuko ship is jetko and if tumbrla algorithm had been keeping up they wouldve known that. Or the more accurate description of Mostly just gen. the gand vibin. Like i dont mind zukka, but mostly because its isio on idiot but theyre both smart idiots. katara is like responsible which does not hit me well with zukos feral drama but thats on me

Like zuko katara and toph i feel have some untapped potential as a. comedic trio. Zuko and toph is one of my favourite friendship dynamics in all of atla

But like zutara? What even gave the algorithm that idea. Like im sorry but katara and yue hits way better. Katara and Jet Does Not.

Like i know she is also a vigilante. But like she is a somehwta moral vigilante ont he feralness level of every calm 14 yr old with superpowers

she can date whomever she wants i jsut feel like. yeah maybe shes the sort to develop a bit of a crush kn zuko but its not the sort of thing to like work long term for me. like i get it blue red enemies to lovers all that

And like if you really dont vibe with katara and aangs i can see where youre coming from

I think katara and azula is indeed more interesting but im a thematic parallels sort of hoe

Id actually really like to read a katara x azula fic where zuko and sokka are just bros and the girlies are doing insane amounts of drama and they just look at eaxh other like damn little sisters and their love lives be messed up. And like may and suki just nope out of even trying to understand the katara azula thing. And like mai does understand it against her will. Tay lee doesnt mind understanding it but mai does mind she does now want to know but she gets it the best out of everyone

Jet actually also gets it but no one would ever ask him about that and also im imagining this as modern au but hes still somehow dead or gone or dissapeared

Yue. yue i dont know if she gets it. i. i think ill stop before this turns into an eternal wip i never finish

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asparagus-in-a-cup · 2 years

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its MY F/O list and I kinda wanna set it on fire 🔥🔥🔥

I had to force myself to Not Care bc god forbid we do anything simple in this house.. 🙄

Anyways: sharing. uhh I'm not too familiar with the concept; I've been told that like. its not caring whether someone else shares the same f/o as you I think? I'm not too sure, but I'd like to say that I. dont really care that much.

Self shipping used to be a pretty big coping mechanism for me in my early teens but I kinda stopped doing it after awhile. Now that I dont really need it to cope, its more of an indulgence now.

That being said, I will proceed to be Full Cringe and Full Cringe Only now get out /j

be prepared bc this is probably going to be. Unorganized and I've anxiously been sitting on it for months and I just. Dont want to care about it atm. I might fix it later.

Also literally like. I have so many different relationships with every character my dude so uhh fair warning abt that. if that ever comes up :P im not like. labeling my relationships with these characters really bc. yeah.

Anyways,,!

Fuck You My Child Is Completely Fine

The OG F/Os and Senior Partners of Mar's Sanity :D

Creepypasta

- Jeff the Killer

- Lulu

- Eyeless Jack (he stole my kidney -_-)

- fuck which one was it that the fandom decided they literally ONLY ate cheesecake??? was that EJ or Toby... mighta been Masky... god, its been awhile

- Laughing Jack/Laughing Jill

- Ben Drowned

- I'm conflicted is Dark Link a Creepypasta??

- Hobo-Heart my beloved 😩

The Legend of Zelda

- Link (literally almost every variation,, and also Dark Link :P)

- Sheik

- Midna (what? she's a milf what do you expect)

- Impa (specifically skyward sword and hyrule heroes 👀)

- G-Ganon... 👉👈 (I could take em- oh he mean in a fight 😳)

- GIRAHIM NO I DO NOT TAKE CRITICISM

- I think those were pretty much my mains... I'm probably forgetting a few

By Talos This Can't Be Fucking Happening

The New Ones..

Security Breach/fnaf series :P

- MONTY MONTY MONTY!!!

- Glam!Freddy!! :DD he's dad-shaped ok

- Glam!Bonnie 👉👈

- Glam!Chica

- Roxy

- Vannessa

- Lowkey Vanny too tho ;-;

- GREGORY MY FERAL CHILD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- Sun/Moon but not in a horni way like. I Need a Nap lol

- (and none for Foxy, bye)

- (the puppet really be getting me in my feelings tho fr 🥺)

- (also rip the fnaf ogs ig sorry i dont fuck animatronics stuffed with dead children k thx)

Carmen Sandiego (reboot)

- Carmen (duh, we stan in this household)

- GRAHAM

- Tigress, ugh 😩

- Paperstar dont tempt me

- whatever tf Shadowsan and Lady Dokuso got going on 👀

She-ra (reboot)

- Adora/She-ra (another icon, we stan)

- Catra

- Scorpia

- Entrapta maybe??

- Hordak

- Horde Prime

- I'm a villain-fucker what can I say :P

DRAGON AGE INQUISITION HNNNG

- Dorian 🥺🥺🥺

- Iron Bull 🥺🥺🥺

- SERA!!! (the skrunly 🥺)

- Varic. Love that bastard

- H-hawke??? My mans just? showed up in the Fade to come save our asses?? Very sexy of him tbh

- Josephine 🥺🥺🥺

- CASSANDRA HOLY SHIT *swoon* (my straight girl crush ToT)

- F-fenris... (I havent played his game series tho, i just think he's neat..)

- Solas you stinky stinky rotten egg man (I cant believe I wasted my first three playthroughs on you -_-)

- Blackwall (*stands here with a 'WELCOME HOME CHEATER LIAR' sign*)

- Cullen (not a bad romance route... the best part was the dogs. I wanted dogs but SOMEONE had to go fuck it all up -_- looking at you, Warden yes this was ages ago yes I'm still. Very salty)

hhhhh theres probably more I'm forgetting I'll probably update this intermittently or something :P

ha maybe i should revamp my old S/Is or something

#f/o list #f/o #self shiping #self ship #self shiping community #self ship community

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 3 years

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Drowning Chapter 1:

No Good Deed

Summary: “Are you ok?” Donnie calls. “If you’re dead let me know. I have dibs on your comics if something happens to you.”

Characters: Leo and Donnie

Pairings: [sitting in rocking chair] Ya know, in mah day we didn’t ship ever living breathing thing.

“Yes they did Charmy you were just in denial-“

“SHUT UP DENNIS IM BEING OLD AND WISE!”

warning: slight injury and blood and feral writer

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“-then put out fire by peeing no get invited back.”

Leo was grateful he had paused in eating his popcorn out of his backwards hoodie hood as he snorted loudly letting out a loud laugh that no one on earth would think was likable. “Chandler you so get me,” he says, readjusting his position on the armchair and watching the shenanigans continue. The living room was covered in empty soda cans and popcorn he had been trying to trick shot into his mouth (his track record was less than impressive) his blanket gave out a crunching noise every time he shifted around. “Chandler you are a treasure this world does not deserve.” He reaches for another soda only to come up empty. He frowns as he rolls over and looks into his cooler to find his supply had dwindled, “Awww.” He presses pause on the tv and rolls onto the floor. His butt is so numb that he isn’t sure he had one anymore. But he finally manages to climb to his feet and make his way through the too quiet lair. But his arduous journey revealed that all the sodas he had bought had mysteriously disappeared.

The red slider turtle throws his head back and wails in despair, “DONNNNNIEEE!!!!” With all the dramatics of a theatre mom he fumbles and flails his way into his brother’s room, lit only by his computer screen. “Donnie didn’t you hear me?!?!?!”

“I did and I ignored you,” Donnie responds only by looking at his other monitor, “Obviously.”

“But Donnnieieee I’m thirssttttty and there’s no more ‘Jalapeño Oh No' soda in the fridge!!!” he drapes himself over his brother like a dramatic blanket. “Go buy me sooooome.”

“Ummm.” Don makes a show of thinking. “No? I’m going with no.”

Leo puffs up his cheeks. He knew there was very little chance of Donnie doing as he wanted but it still hurt. Instead, he turns his attention to Don’s screens. “Blue prints? Are you finally getting your revenge on Webster’s headquarters for changing the spelling of theater?”

“No, that’s next week.” Don scoots his seat back and at first Leo isn’t sure what he’s doing then realizes he’s giving him room to see the screen. “This is the power grid I have set up around the sewers. It controls the security, intercepts anything that could be given to the city, and warns me of any overflow.” He taps the screen over the darkened area that, judging by Leo’s estimate, takes over at least ten blocks. “This is interference. I need to get down there and figure out what’s going on. Unfortunately, it has to wait till Raph and Dad get back.”

“What why?” This was almost better than tv, this was something to do. “You need a spotter right? I’ll go with you!”

Donnie throws his head back with a loud obnoxious laugh. “Ha HA no, you’re the worst spotter ever. Last time you made me play ‘what am I sliding down your shell?’“

“I won't do that this time!” Probably. Leo couldn’t help the pout that escapes him as he crosses his arms. But Donnie has already turned back to his computer to try to remotely fix it from his location. Leo, not having the energy to go back to the living room, pulls over one of Don’s spare chairs and sits down. Though he plays on his phone, he keeps glancing at Donnie to make sure he knew that he was annoyed. But after a few minutes Don’s phone went off with Raph’s name on the caller ID.

Leo snatches the phone up first and puts on his best Donnie impression, ”You are conversing with Dorkatellosaurous-“ but suddenly he feels Donnie pinch him on his arm. The sudden pain makes him drop the phone with a more than dramatic yelp. Donnie easily catches the phone out of the air, ”THIS is Donatello, that was just our most annoying brother ever,” he says twisting in his seat long enough to kick out at him. But the red slider dodges with a maniacal giggle as he slides out of range of further violence.

Leo can’t hear the other side of the conversation. But Don’s brow furrows. “What still? I told you, if you want Mikey to get a tetanus shot willingly you have to bribe him. I don’t care how many times he bit you- he bit Draxum too?” Donnie shakes his head, slapping at Leo as he snorts. Leo had always thought he was the worst one when it came to getting shots. Except the sight of a needle always seemed to bring out Mikeys most animalistic instincts. “Ok, so get a broom, chase him out from the chimney and get home.” Donnie hangs up his phone with a sigh as he leans back in his seat. Leo scoots his chair closer again with his fists both tucks under his chin with a big grin. Donnie peers at him from between his fingers before giving out a loud sigh.

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“-So apparently Ross’s lesbian ex-wife, by the way good for her, is pregnant with his son. And Ross doesn’t get along with her new partner. What was her name?” Leo thinks hard (almost as hard as Donnie is trying to ignore him) as he side-steps a puddle barely illuminated by the swinging light that lines the sewer tunnel. “Sally??Sarah-“

“Susan,” Donnie says without looking up from his tech gauntlet.

“Suzan!” Leo snapped his fingers. ”Knew I’d remember it!! Wait, is it a Suzan with a Z or Susan with as s-“ he is so enraptured he didn’t notice Donnie reaching over and flicking him hard on the side of the head. “Ow! What??”

“I know you’re excited to watch a sitcom literally everyone has seen, but I need you to focus on what you’re doing. You can info dump on me when we get back I promise.”

“I am, I ammmm! I’m just having fun! I think Ross is my favorite character so far.”

“I.” Donnie blinks and stops walking,” Ross? Monica’s older brother Ross?”

“Yeah, I mean you don’t? He’s a – a- palllytollygist-“-“

“-A paleontologist, you could not have says that more wrong-“

“-HE likes dinosaurs just like you do! You’ve seen every Jurassic Park, World AND Land Before Time movie twenty times a year.”

Donnie raises his head and opens his mouth like wants to say something before shaking his head as though deciding against it. “Nope, gotta find out for yourself.” He returns to his gauntlet even as Leo glared at him. Which probably meant that Donnie was debating spoiling the series for him right then and there, not that it would be the first time (they had a bad habit of ‘spoil revenging’ each other and it was definitely Donnies turn). “Ok Leo we’ll get this done so you can get back to your twenty seven year old sitcom.” Ah, so the villain was going to wait till Leo had something he wanted and hold his spoilers hostage? Leo couldn’t lie, he’d do the same thing.

“And I am sorry I pulled you away, I would have done this alone except the last time I did both Dad and Raph lectured me for two hours.” Donnie rolls his eyes tiredly. “And since they're both at Draxum’s trying to give Mikey a tetanus shot I really had no choice in the matter.”

“Eh, it’s ok bud. My butt was getting numb anyway.” Leo says with a wide grin. He knew just as well as Donnie how important it was to have a spotter when out doing maintenance in the sewers.

Ever since they were tots Splinter had lectured over and over again about the dangers of the sewers (sometimes with facts, sometimes with sock puppets; once in song). But it was a danger they had to eventually learn how to live with so there were certain rules. One of the biggest ones was to never venture in the sewers alone. This was the rule Don broke more than anyone else, more so because of all the sensors and security he had set up around the sewers to help keep their lair safe from the dangers of over-flooding and discovery. So in a way Leo was proud Donnie had actually gotten him rather than rolled his eyes and gone out on his own.

They came to a fork in the path when Donnie stopped walking, looking from the left and right tunnel to his gauntlet, tapping it lightly with the side of his fist. “See? that’s the problem,” Donnie explaines, “When the wires get corrupted it's not as easy to follow the path.” Leo had been about to ask what they should do when the lights in the left tunnel flicker. “There we go, that’s what we’re looking for.” He gestures for Leo to follow before a stick with a light on the end lights up the darkening tunnel. Leo follows close to his brother’s shell. Don, without looking at him, pats him on the hand. “It’s ok. In and out. Once we get the power fixed the lights will be back on.”

“Right.” He knows that. It wasn’t that Leo was afraid of the dark, but was more afraid of what the dark held. Alligators, mutant gold fish, realtors. They finally reached an opening. In the dark Leo could see something sparking from the wall that had to be the source of Donnie’s problem. It overlooks a large tunnel not unlike that one they tubed down except this one was dry. And it had a rusty metal railing to keep someone from falling down. Overall, it wasn’t the best kept tunnel. Donnie taps his gauntlet a few times and a moment later the power box finally stops sparking leaving the only visible light coming from Donnie’s battle shell, at first Leo worries it wouldn’t be enough before the light begins to swell again.

“There we go.” Donnie pulls out a static pen from his bag. “Now you stand there, don’t touch anything, and when Raph and Dad get back vouch for me ok?”

“No prob, bud,” Leo says with a mock salute. “But couldn’t you have just done this from the lair?”

“I wish. I probably could have at some point but eventually the damage became so bad that I couldn’t even get a reading let alone redirect anything.” From his tone Leo could tell that his brother regretted putting it off so long. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was the oozequitos crisis or the shredder crisis that kept him from down here. Donnie opens the rusty power box with ease. The fact the hinges were in good shape told Leo he had been maintaining it at some-point. After a few seconds of poking Donnie steps back and taps his gauntlet again. The room lights up fully. “There we go. That’s one problem solved,” he says before disappearing behind the panel again.

Soon all there is, is the sound of the soldering pen hissing against the wires. After a bit, Donnie reaches into his battle shell and pulls out a few cables, hooking them into the power box, not offering Leo an explanation. Without the dark to occupy his unfounded fears, it didn’t take long for boredom to take over. With a groan he walks over and leans on the railing and pulls out his phone. Puffing up his cheek in irritation when he lacks a signal to do little more than use his calculator app. “Don’t you have a signal booster in your battle shell?”

“Not this one. It won't take long, just be patient,” Donnie says.

Damn it, so much for getting to the season one finale. He’s about to start his favorite nonmobile game, ‘see how long it takes to annoy Donnie,’ when a rumbling fills the air, trembling the stone beneath his feet. “OK, wow.” Leo looks around. “That was you right? Or is Raph really really hungry?”

“Yes, don’t worry, it wasn’t the alligator real estate agent.” Well, that shows Leo for telling him about his nightmares. “I’ll be done in a sec.”

“OK, cool. Do you want to order pizza when we get-“ Leo puts his hand on the railing to stand up when there’s a snapping of metal and his support suddenly disappears. He flails his arms with a shriek before he falls over the edge, rolling down the rounded wall and coming to a stop at the bottom with his face on the ground.

“Are you ok?” Donnie calls. “If you’re dead let me know. I have dibs on your comics if something happens to you.”

After a few seconds of blinking, he lets out a weak laugh, “Y-yeah I'm good.”

“Ah hell. I mean great!” the soft shell says in a way that’s clearly for Leo's amusement. The red slider grins, though still dazed from the fall, rises up on his knees, and goes to stand up when he suddenly feels a tug on his right ankle. He looks down to see it in a large crack in the ground. “Uhhh.” He pulls again. “Donnie? Buddy? I’m stuck.”

“Of for the love of-really?” Donnie’s face appears over the edge, leaning over as much as his battle shell (still connected to the panel) allows him and frowns. “Ok, hold on tight klutz. Let me finish this up and I’ll-“ a red flashing light suddenly reflects off the back of Donnie’s head that catches his attention. He looks over towards the panel before he disappears from sight. The sound of typing fills the air before pausing. “Oh f-“

“Donnie?” Leo crouches down, trying to find a weak point to pull his ankle away. But the sharp rocks had already torn through his spats and were now dangerously close to tearing his skin. Another rumbling sound fills the air followed by a new beeping sound coming from where Donnie was.

“Leo, get out of there now.” Donnie appears at the edge again, pulling hard against the cords. “NOW.”

“I-I can’t, I told you!” Leo makes a show of yanking again. “I’m stuck-“ Another rumbling fills the air, loud enough to drown the beeping that Leo now realizes are alarms. This time the sound didn’t fade and instead begins to echo around him. It took a long terrifying moment for him to realize the echoing was coming from the tunnel he was now in. The loose pebbles on the ground trembling from the force-

Donnie appears by his side, kneeling down, also grabbing a hold of Leo’s ankle. “It’s ok, Leo. It’s ok,” he promises yanking on it. Leo tries to pull on his leg but it only results in a splitting pain going up his ankle.

“OW!” he snaps. Donnie looks to him desperately before pulling out his bo staff and slamming it hard on the ground by the crack trying to loosen the grip before he looks back towards the rumbling.

“I’m going to blast it,” he says as his staff flips around to a pronged mode Leo didn’t recognize that began to hum and let off a light between the points.

“Don’t!” Leo begs, “You’ll break my leg-“

“Would you rather have a broken leg or a-“ Don’s eyes look past Leo and widen in terror. Leo looks back in time to see a giant wave of water twist around the corner of the tunnel and come crashing towards them. A perfect vision of his oldest nightmare that freezes his body. Before he can think of making a noise or crying out, he feels an arm wrap tightly around his chest and another cover his mouth and nose.

The water crashes over them, knocking all sense and logic out of him along with a stabbing pain shooting up his hip. The water pulls on him and his caught ankle like a balloon in a strong storm. The water is darker than Leo’s worst fears, burning his eyes, and for a moment he wonders if the burning is from the water or his tears joining it-

The grip around his chest tightens and suddenly he remembers he’s not alone. A light shoots past his sight and he feels the crack around his ankle explode, finally releasing it. He instinctively tries to kick it when the pain returns and his tears redouble. But the arm around his chest pulls him upward. He wants to twist around to see his brother, but the water is too strong and he worries how Donnie is able to swim against such a strong current, before remembering hearing Donnie brag about how soft shell turtles were natural swimmers.

It’s only when they break the surface does the hand over Leo’s mouth and nose disappear and he’s heaved onto the pathwy. The red slider quickly rolls away from the water’s edge. He can barely hear his own coughing over the gushing wave slowly calming down. He feels hands pulling him up into a sitting position and he’s held tightly to Donnie’s chest. The water has already robbed them both of any warmth but he clings to his brother. “It’s ok. It’s ok, bud. I got you.” Donnie says. Leo hides his face in Don’s shoulder, a mixture of coughing out the dead air in his lungs and his sobs of terror, gripping Donnie’s bicep for dear life as the soft shell strokes the back of his head and rocks him. After a few minutes when his trembling and breathing start calming down, he feels Donnie reach into Leo’s pack and pull away long enough to open it, unfolding a thin emergency blanket, and wrapping it around Leo’s shoulders. “You’re OK? You didn’t get any water in your lungs did you?”

Unable to do more than cough and sob, Leo shakes his head, holding the blanket tightly around him. Donnie moves down and looks at his ankle. Despite his gentle touch, pain shoots up his sluggishly bleeding ankle and makes him flinch. “I know it hurts. I’m sorry, but this needs to be cleaned as quickly as possible.” He cleans up the wound with a few wipes, pulls at a can of antiseptic and sprays it over the cut. Leo does his best to stay still despite the stinging that somehow seems worse than the cut itself.

“A-are you ok?” Leo asks in a weak trembling voice that feels like it doesn’t belong to him. The warm smile Donnie gives him somehow feels warmer than the blanket.

“Don’t worry about me, I wasn’t hurt.” Leo nods and lets out a slow trembling breath watching Donnie wrap his ankle. “That’ll work till we get back home.” Donnie says standing up, reaching towards him, “Let’s see if you can stand on it.“ Leo nods and takes his hands, using him to pull himself up. He puts a little weight on his ankle, only to have pain shoot up it and his hip and nearly causes his legs to fold underneath him. Donnie thankfully catches him by the arms. His brother ducks underneath his arm and lets him put his weight on him, his arm over the blanket still wrapped around Leo to keep him from losing any warmth. It’s only when Leo puts his arm around Donnie’s shoulder that he notices his battle shell is missing. He looks over his shoulder to see it laying on the ground still connected to the electric box which is now torn in half hanging from the wall. He wonders how hard Donnie had pulled against it to try and get to him before giving up and leaving it behind. Despite himself, he rests his head on his brother’s shoulder as the two start making their slow pace back towards home, grateful more than ever for Donnie.

He’s so grateful in fact, he doesn’t notice the weak rasp in Donnie’s breath.

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #leo #family #drowning #chapter 1 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtle fanfiction #brothers #no shipping #ever #DENNIS QUIT ADDING ‘feral writer’ AS A WARNING!!!!#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #fanfiction #leo and donnie centered fanfiction

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IMPOSTER - PART THREE

summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and is stuck on a ship like Among Us

pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character deaths

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"at least this means we dont have to worry anymore." kaachan shrugs, you snap your head towards him,

"what do you mean?"

"I mean usually theres only like one, right? meaning we're most likely in the clear." you nod, you honestly forgot kaachan existed there for a sec, he was just so...quiet.

"kaachan c'mere, you too deku." the former looked at you weirdly but complied, while the latter bounced over to you.

you briefly let go of dabi and pulled shoto with you, and hugged all three of the young boys closely.

you knew that them and ingeniumu were in the same classes all through highschool, and they joined headquarters together, to lose a friend like that...you couldn't imagine it.

shoto grabbed onto your arms again, hugging himself close to you, deku, wrapped his arms around you and kaachan -surprisingly- leaned into you, he didnt hug you back but he showed his appreciation and a few sniffles could he heard from all of them.

"c'mon guys, we just have to finish our tasks and soon enough we'll be home, okay?" they nod and slowly pull themselves off of you. "ill show you guys my place and we'll get froyo, all of us,"

shoto lets out a small smile whereas deku didnt hide his, even kaachan didnt bother hiding the goofy smile that broke through.

during your time together you had become a bit of a mother towards the three, especially kaachan and shoto, deku already having a healthy relationship with his mum.

as deku and shoto walk away, kaachan lingered.

"thanks." he mumbles, looking at his feet, you hold his cheek in a protective way

"no problem kaa, now shoo, go with deku," kaachan smirks and walks away.

dabi almost regretted when the moment ended, but was happy to have you in his arms again.

"that was sweet."

you hum, "yeah, your gonna have to include those kids in our little life plan you wrote," you smirk up at him, teasing him about the page you found a couple months ago, which was filled with things he wanted to do with you.

"shup up," he smiled, genuinely smiled at you, and you leant up to give him a peck on the lips.

"wonder, you ready to go?" you turn slightly to see hawks, and you pout.

"actually, do you mind if I take her from now? you and shoto can team up," hawks shrugged.

"sure! ill rescue shoto and let him be with someone cool for once!" hawks laughed as dabi was obviously annoyed.

as everyone went off with their group to finish their task you couldnt help but think.

you were glad fun loving hawks was back, you were glad everyone was back to normal actually. you dont think you guys would ever officially be healed but the thought that this was over made you happy.

dabi tugged on your hand and you looked towards him.

"can I kiss you?"

you blushed, he never outright ASKED, but you nodded anyways, filling with electricity as he cupped you cheeks and smashed his lips on yours.

you both moved in synch, as you ran your fingers through his hair and lightly tugged at times, knowing that made him go feral and right now you just wanted to forget.

you thought of how ingeniumu would react to finding you and dabi like this, the kid would probably start waving his arms and going berserk, thirteen would probably have to calm him down and tell him that it's fine, he's always nice like that.

or, he WAS always nice like that.

you felt dabi pull away and you were about to question it until you felt the tears on your cheek yourself.

"what's wrong doll?" he cupped you face and you saw worry in his eyes.

"n-nuthin." you hiccup, the weight of the reality of this situation finally crashing down on you.

they were dead, they really were dead.

"is it because of, yknow?" he jerks his head towards the cafeteria, referencing exactly why you were crying.

you let out a sob as you bobbed your head.

"awh, c'mere doll," dabi cooed and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a tight hug and his other hand slipped around your waist, softly squeezing to show support.

"t-theyre go-gone! a-and ingeniumu will n-never be the-there to sco-scold us ag-gain and a-and and-" you hiccupped out, they were gone, they were really fucking gone.

"shh shh doll, it will be okay, think about having froyo with the kids and me, how about we make it a tradition? every Sunday how about?" you slightly nod as he moves his hand around you head to cup your cheek, whipping your tears, "yeah? and with me, you, kaachan, deku and shoto, we'll all have froyo each sunday, and when we eventually have kids we'll bring them along too,"

you hum, that did sound nice.

"kaachan would probably try to teach them how to probably beat up deku before they reached 5," you let out a laugh, he would do that.

"and if they didnt learn how to properly throw a right hook on their own before 3, he would probably stay up all day and night to make sure," your voice sounded croaky but dabi still smiled.

"exactly. even if we have to change the life plan a little bit it will still be our life plan, and we're gonna spend it together," you smile and look up at your boyfriend.

"thank you touya," you lightly kiss his cheek,

"anything for you doll,"

he went to kiss your lips again before both of your watches beeped, an emergency meeting.

you both ran back towards the cafeteria, deku, shoto, twice and hawks already there, where was kaachan?

hawks seemed to catch your eye looking throughout the room, and spoke up, "kaachan is dead."

suddenly it felt like everything came crashing down.

you didnt understand, he was- he was there and alive! and your plans- oh god you cant go for froyo now.

it seemed silly to worry about that but you were panicking, it was what you were supposed to do!

you stared at hawks, "n-no. no. hes not dead."

hawks took a step forward, "wonder-"

"no! he- he cant be dead! t-the froyo and the the-" dabi grabbed you and pulled you into his chest again, your newly dried eyes watering again but you just pathetically leaned into your boyfriend. "he cant be dead." you whimpered.

dabi affectionately rubbed your back, "it's okay doll, its gonna be okay,"

everyone stared at you in sympathy, they were all affected but it was obvious you were struggling.

twice had a different look though, like guilt, one that hawks didnt miss.

"hey twice?"

he snapped his head up towards the blonde, "yeah?" his voice slightly cracked.

"where were you?"

"I-"

"oh god not with this shit again! hawks will you give it a break for two fucking seconds?" dabi snaps, "I dont care if this is your way of coping is fucking interrogating us or something but just leave it alone!"

"oh im SO sorry for worrying about who's gonna be dead next!"

"i dont ca-"

shoto interrupted the two, "tomura said he was with twice last time and twice agreed. but now we know tomura was killing." shoto's voice cracked.

twice widened his eyes, but nodded. "i-im sorry."

everyone stared in shock, even hawks was silent.

he didnt look up, "the system is fucked, I'm telling you that, but I didnt want to hurt any of you i swear!"

hawks didnt say anything as he pushed him into the trash chute room, and neither did twice, he didnt even protest.

"can I ask you one more question?" hawks asked, twice slowly nodding.

"are there anymore?"

twice makes eye contact with dabi, another look hawks doesnt miss, and nods, holding up a finger.

with that hawks pulls the switch and out went twice, into space.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years

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Another rec list from @midnightwinterhawk! This time it’s fav Movie/TV AUs. This is so great, I get new fics and you get news fics and I don’t even have to do much work. Win Win! If you’re interested in doing a list please IM and we can discuss. In the meantime, happy reading!

All The Movements Of The Stars by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,578 I Teen I Sterek I Stargate) (pst, also one of my favs.)

Stiles says, “Derek,” and his voice is hoarse, like he’s still unsure how to use his vocal chords even after all this time. They have no idea how long Stiles was stuck as an otter, let alone trapped in that cage. According to Dr. Martin, Stiles doesn’t even know.

Derek doesn’t say anything.

After a few minutes, Stiles sighs and gets up. There’s a rustle of clothing, and Derek grits his teeth against the image of Stiles wearing his things, and Derek doesn’t relax until he hears the door open and close.

That's What Matters by cathcer1984

(1/1 I 6,301 I Teen I Steter I Leap Year)

No one in Beacon Hills has heard from Stiles in the five years since Derek became an Alpha and broke Stiles' heart by dumping him. When an Irish Pack come through and mention him Derek is on the first plane to Dublin. Peter is sent to follow, only his travels go awry and he ends up finding love on his way to reunite Stiles and Derek.

Everyday Magic by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 6,379 I Teen I Sterek I Harry Potter)

At eleven years old, a murder of crows blanketed the yard outside Stiles’ window and no school owls came.

or -

Stiles is determined to live without magic, but magic always finds him, anyhow.

Take My Love by rosepetals42

(1/1 I 7,300 I Explicit I Sterek I Firefly)

In which Derek is the captain of an old Firefly ship and Stiles is a Companion who is a bit late on paying the rent for his shuttle... Of course, Derek doesn't care about the money. Hasn't for a long time. (Crew doesn't pay rent.) Not that he can tell Stiles that.

In the Lounge, With the Knife by andavs

(1/1 I 7,821 I Teen I Sterek I Clue)

Stiles knew that going to the old mansion in the hills was a bad idea the second he read the mysterious invitation that appeared under his door without a postmark.

He told himself it was a bad idea as he stopped the car at the end of the long, sloping driveway to stare up at the ominous house looming above him, illuminated only by lightning flashing in the dark night sky behind it.

He knew, without a doubt, that it had definitely been a bad idea to come as he stared down at the lifeless corpse of the man who’d been blackmailing him for a year, standing in a room with five other guests who were finally out from under Gerard Argent’s thumb.

And one of them had killed him.

The Cost of Living by orphanaccount

(1/1 I 14,102 I Explicit I Sterek I In Time)

Derek blinks, attention still anchored on where it had landed. He reaches out without thinking and brushes his hand over the green numbers set starkly against pale skin, pressing his index finger against the seconds ticking down, only vaguely aware of the other man sucking in a sharp breath.

0000•00•0•06•08•10

That can't be right.

"You...you have..." Derek glances up to see Stiles looking back at him with an unfathomable expression on his face. "You only have six hours left."

The other man jerks his hand away, a pained look flickering across his delicate features before he quickly averts his gaze. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder, asshole."

AU in which people stop aging on their 25th birthday and time becomes currency

By Moon And Stars by kellifer_fic

(1/1 I 15,929 I Mature I Sterek I Game of Thrones)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?" Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it's heavy and doesn't sit well on Scott. He can't shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

"I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories."

"Tell me of him. Tell me a war story."

The Silent Fury by andavs, rosepetals42

(3/3 I 31,750 I Mature I Sterek I How To Train Your Dragon)

Derek is about to leave, content with the smell of blood as proof that the Fury is dead when he hears it.

A heartbeat.

It’s faint and uneven and even with its help, it takes Derek a full minute of scanning the clearing before he finally spots the small heap that must be the human. It’s down on the far side of the canyon, almost completely hidden by a tall oak tree and–Derek jumps down before he thinks about it.

He knows what he has to do. Furies are dangerous. Furies are fire and smoke and a funeral he barely remembers. He lands almost silently and makes sure his hands are fully shifted into claws and then slowly moves forward.

It's a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

(11/11 I 73,627 i Explicit I Sterek I Mad Max)

"They call him the Feral Wolf." The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. "Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?" The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. "Because he's fucking mad."

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

#teen wolf #sterek #steter #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #submission #magic!stiles

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tntduo oneshot

please excuse my writing im not too good at it since i havent done it in a while but i hope you all enjoy and if you do likes and reshares are appreciated!! (also please remember not to ship the content creators as it makes them uncomfy, there is a diffrence between the fictional character and people with real feelings!!!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He walked slowly towards the other male his coat swaying behind him from the chilly breeze. It made the undead look almost.. Elegant, the smirk he wore on his stupid face was so infuriating to Quackity. Walking up to him breaking the tension ¨and what exactly do you think you are doing here wilbur”he said, almost growling, gritting his teeth trying to keep his cool, wilbur shivered, almost excited at how angry he made him. ¨ohh big Q! How lovely it is-¨”quackity snorted clearly impatient ¨i swear to god wilbur im a very busy man¨ wilbur chuckled lightly ¨oh i bet you are¨ Quackitys glare was so enchanting, piercing into wilburs soul (if he even had one at this point) ¨I REALLY don't have time for this¨ he growled, turning around swiftly and beginning to walk away. Wilburs desperation kicked in and he grabbed his arm stopping from leaving, quackity will admit he was strong. He turned to look at him. His face looked vulnerable but quackity knew better than to fall for this again. ¨look- big Q im¨ he sighed heavily, looking down his expression quickly changed and he looked as if he were to burst from laughter. ¨what.¨ quackity demanded. ¨there's uh..¨ he said bursting out laughing ¨I SWEAR WILBUR¨ ¨there's something on your wing¨ he said shakily before laughing again. Quackity was confused, lifting up his wing to find glitter on his wing. His face turned red as he hid his wing. ¨that was from slimecicle¨ he said to almost a whisper. There was a long awkward silence until quackity finally broke it again. ¨well if you excuse me i am very busy and need to get going¨ wilbur was suddenly aware of what was happening, he had spaced out ¨WAIT- wait¨ but quackity wasnt slowing down and if he heard wilbur he showed no sign of it. Wilbur started to get frustrated and grabbed his arms, shoving him to the wall. ¨WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR¨ quackitys angry expression made wilbur smile but he quickly collected himself ¨will you please listen to me¨ he said his voice gentle as if he spoke any louder it would shatter the other. Q rolled his eyes ¨fine. Make it quick wilbur i've already wasted too much time with you¨ ¨wasted?¨ his temper grew but he forced it down ¨ let me stay in las nevadas-¨ the man underneath him laughed cockily ¨how many times do i need to tell you no?¨ he got out of wills grasp and got into his face as best as he could even though there was a major height difference ¨i've seen what happened to l`manberg¨ his voice lowered he was now dead serious ¨i refuse to let that happen to las nevadas. I will die protecting my country, I won't let whatever is going on between us change that. We are enemies, do yourself a favor and remember that¨ his voice was stern and cold. Wilbur frowned; he felt such a strong mix of emotions. ¨enemies?,, isn't that a bit harsh, big Q?¨ he laughed nervously biting his lip. But quackitys expression had not soften ¨i'll prove to you we don't have to be enemies anymore.¨ he squinted ¨we weren't at a time¨ ¨THAT WAS- ..that was then. Things are different now¨ he said looking down at the rings on his finger, wilburs gaze followed. ¨oh. So that's what this is about, you are still stuck on them? Isn't that kinda pathetic Q?¨ quackity looked feral about to attack ¨SHUT UP AND GET OUT¨ he screamed pushing him away. Wilbur smirked smugly before walking away ¨i'll be back!¨ he shot behind him. ¨i'm sure you will¨ quackity shot back. Quackity sat in his office working on paperwork. He was so unbelievably tired. Empty bottles of alcohol sat at the bottom of his work desk, as the days went on he reminded himself more and more of Jschlatt it made him angry. After all these years that bastards presense was still there too haunt him. He angrily grabbed one of the bottles and smashed it against the wall, his anger eased a bit watching the bottle break and fall to the floor. Slimecicle had walked into the room, his smile beaming happily and cluelessly. Quackity turned to look at him his angry completely forgotten about ¨hello quackity from las nevadas¨ ¨hey slime, whats going on bud?¨ ¨ i found wilbur soot from l`manberg by the-¨ quackty pushed out the door ¨GOD DAMNIT WILBUR¨ he yelled storming off

#dsmp #dsmp quackity #dsmp wilbur #fanfic #my writing is bad #tntduo

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thelibrarianstardis · 2 years

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Doctor Who: Legend of the Sea Devils, a Spoiler List

Aka: Thazmin is real folks and I'm not joking

Hello Ladies, Gents, and my beautiful non-binary beans! It is I,Librarian Tardis, back from my long extended break from writers block and school work. The semester will be ending soon but I still have some time to give you a list from the newest episode! Please enjoy!

When I said during my christmas list, hey I want more 11 content I think they heard me. River Song my softly mentioned beloved and Geronimo

The mix between the season 5 two parter and the season 7 pirate episode? Not their best work with the plot being rushes in the 1st half but that 2nd half? Ehehehe

Our Flag Means Death brainrot really sucked into here huh? Pirates, heartelt queer confessions on a beach with a signifying moment/object

Dan really has become the most himbo-y third wheel and I will love and accept him forever

13 finally openning up to her feelings and talking to Yaz is a green flag. Nothing more, nothing less

Damn the art direction in the episode is so on point, the colors of the sky and the Sea Devil's lair are super cool

Madame Ching existing. Thats all. *please cue horny grip image here*

Just thought of this while writing, I will accept any and all Pirate Au or OFMD Au Thazmin fics thank you

The plot really isn't good im honestly just looking at pretty colors and pretty women guys

Also getting huge Pirates of the Carribeans vibes from the Sea Devil ship they stole

Also the boy being Jun-yi's friend's decdent wasn't a huge and dramatic reveal

Honestly this plot is bad but its better than that one fucking episode with earth dead because of global warming and they were in russia and shit

Honestly 6/10, wish it had a better plot but I was fed well with Thazmin and 11 content

This next part will be about the next episode trailer for the Centennial Specials coming up soon so if you would like to not be spoiled or have not seen it, thank you for enjoying the list! Now onwards!

Ace my beloved

MASTER MY BELOVED OH SHIT THAT SUIT AND THAT FUCKING HAIR FLOOF?! OH NO WE MUST STAKE FOCUSED BROTHERS WE MUST STAY FOCUSED

Ace beating up a dalek does have the same feral energy as Gwen and her son beating up a Dalek during that one episode with Jack in it and i love that energy. Continue it let the women fight the daleks

Also Doomsday 2 electric boogaloo now with the Master as a special guest

Master with long hair (derogatory, he is stinky)

13 calling out for Yaz while she regenerates...

People have been speculating previous doctor apperances like 11 but Ill be honest I doubt it, however they could pull a Spiderman No Way Home but someone didn't leak that Tobey and Andrew were in the movie? I dont know.

There isnt a lot to go on for this trailer and there will definitely be more before fall so, we'll see.

#doctor who #11th doctor #13th doctor #dw spoilers #yazmin khan #thazmin #legend of the sea devils #centenial specials #spoilers #spoiler list #12th doctor #daleks #cybermen #lone cyberman #the master

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3B Shin/Alice Lives Route Live Play

So I recorded my thoughts here as I played the game. Here they are!

Warning: I swear and yell in all caps a lot.

Mr.Policeman had a son. Are we getting Mr.Policeman is Joe’s Dad theory confirmed???

I’M SHAKING IT’S TOO HARD TO TYPE

This is horrible but I hope Keiji dies next. I don’t want any of the others to go.

SHIN MY BELOVED

SARA DO NOT SIGN THE GODDAMN FORM I SAID ABANDON KEIJI

Ranmaru I love you. (Very thankful he tore the form, at least the first time)

Keiji taking responsibility for his actions?? Will I regret saying I hope he dies earlier?

The OST is a banger!

I wonder if Shin can save Keiji and he just refuses too. (This was later proven wrong.)

New Mai sprites!! I’m looking respectfully!! I KNEW HER HARMLESSNESS WAS AN ACT!! FUCK YEAH GIRLBOSS MAI!!

Am I going to turn this blog into a Ranmaru stan account? It’s looking possible.

Cotton Candy. I’m calling him that from now on.

Shin watching as Alice gives his speech. The game says Alishin rights! (In hindsight, I’m sad)

When Sara said the dubious consent form I misread it as “dumbass consent form” and almost lost it.

Getting the ID card is too easy. This is going to do something that kills Keiji, huh?

WAIT WAS MIDORI A DOLL THIS ENTIRE TIME?? FUCKING BASTARD!! I want to punch him in the throat so bad. Alice you deserved so much better than this bitch.

IF MIDORI WAS TORTURING HUMANS WHAT DID HE DO TO SHIN??

SOMEONE ASK IF SHIN’S OKAY DAMMIT!!

Midori is so done with Maple. Ew what does she mean insert.

SARA AND MARU ENDING?? I’m kind of okay with that??

How much do you want to bet, Shin and Sara will end up being the two living together and having to choose who becomes a doll? The drama!!

Shin looks so disgusted to take the handkerchief. I love him. Shin is also getting braver!! Which is bad for Keiji and Sara.

Naomichi and Shin’s fortitude isn’t women huh? 🏳️‍🌈 Just saying.

Shin and Alice even argue like husbands

Naomichi and Anzu are literally siblings

“Don’t associate me with him” bitch you stole his name.

NOOOO NAOMCIHI NOOOO Q-TARO

Shunsuke is gunning for the role of best Father this chapter I see

Oh shit Ranmaru’s going to snap

Gin and Alice are such a fun BROTP

Wait did Alice even shove him? Because it seems like he fell

Disappointed but not surprised the outside world is in on it

The real Sou might be alive??????

Loose his seat?? Was Sou supposed to participate?

I’m going to hope Alice’s calmness is character development and not mind washing.

Holy fuck I think everyone besides Sara is an agent of ASU-NARO

I cried over Shin’s AI dammit (Cry total: 1)

Shin could only turn up the heat when Sou wasn’t there. Shin could only be comfortable when Sou wasn’t there.

Sou might not be a member of Asu Naro?? He won’t say if he signed the form. Is the plot twist going to be Shin is the only one not an Asu Naro agent??

Shin’s into cute things and robot action figures!!

Oh wow Tia and Miley 😳

OH MY GOD AUTISTIC GIN IM ACTUALLY CRYING ITS CANON THATS SO COOL!!!

Oh fuck you Sou for taking advantage of his autism. I hate this bitch.

Oh Ranmaru is so in love with Sara (Oh count 4)

Okay so emotion route is actually the route I’m probably going to play for now on. Sara sole survivor ending seems like how the logic route will end. While Sara will die on the emotion Route. (it’s not. Logic route is still my canon route.)

Sara has a piece of Joe on the emotion Route but not on the logic route. She’s really going to feral.

Excuse me why did Sara just acknowledge Joe? Is she pretending to forget Joe for an advantage?? Holy fuck.

Also Shin was completely justified to be scared of Sara given what we just learned. I’m about to become a Shin apologist.

It’s interesting Naomichi seems to see through Shin

OH FUCK KEIJIS DEAD

I like this game a lot more without his “your cute “comments if I’m being honest. That weirded me out.

Oh fuck the fucking form goddammit I hate this stupid game Sara he isn’t worth this. You just sold your soul to the devil.

“Sounds good to me” 🙄

I don’t want to doubt Mai but...I’m doubting Mai.

I ship Ransara so hard. They’d be so good for each other. (This statement aged so poorly in the span of ten minutes.)

I mentioned Soup and Shin’s Sou persona seemed to vanish. This man lost all resolve over soup.

Sara I know you don’t want to loose anymore allies but holy shit calm down.

What the hell is going on?

Why is Keiji excited about the tools??

I’m kind of shipping Maple X Mai

I HATE KEIJI MAN

I was spoiled about Alice’s death in this route before playing :(

NOT THE SHIN AI

What in the Nagito was Mai doing??

I GOT NAOMICHI KILLED AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT WAS MY FAULT OR THAT HAD TO HAPPEN

I already knew Hinako was the traitor why am I gasping

SHIN STILL CARES ABOUT THE KIDS!!

KEIJI WAS THE GUY AT THE START??

KEIJI HAS MISHIMAS HEAD (He didn’t)

Guess I’m killing Keiji

WHAT THE FUCK Q-TARO

Q-TARO WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO NO

I’M CRYING

Q-TARO BEST DAD.

I’m not sure I ship Ransara now. Saraanzu is where the shipping lies.

If Tia told Q-Taro it was too late....was she lying and he sacrificed himself unknowingly?? Tia did lie to the group about Kanna not feeling pain as she died. So it’s not out of character.

I love that Shin and Sara were being some what cooperative in this chapter. He’s definitely going to murder her later, but it’s nice while it lasted.

Shunsuke is the last doll standing on my route. Good. I love him. <3

I think I like the dolls more than a lot of the participants. Oops.

#3b spoilers #yttd spoilers #your turn to die spoilers #yttd #your turn to die #mod rambles

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skulduggery/alt!serpine for the getting together ask game?

I’m bored, so. Send me two (or more) characters for a headcanon on how I’d have them get together

OHOHOHOHO SEE THIS IS A GOOD ONE BC

ive already been thinking about this and im. Lowkey really glad im not the only one

See I always hated skug with any serpine, like I was a passionate anti from 2007 - about three months ago but. I enjoyed their dynamic in phase one and then i read like three of their interactions from sow and got converted or some shit apparently idfk, anyway u know i love an angsty ship

this got really long so tldr; enemies to vitriolic hate-sex buddies to lovers, painfully slow burn, but they'll both die claiming they still hate each other

It begins with China.

She orders him to kill Serpine, and he refuses. He's not even 100% sure why when he does. It's not like they're friends. He's killed people he liked a good deal more than Nefarian Serpine under orders.

But she says, "kill him" and he says, "no", and then things spiral so quickly that it's actually a few days before he even has time to think about her parting shot, flung at him as he walked out on her: "if you want to keep him, you'll be the one looking after him. He's your responsibility, not mine. And if he hurts someone, you -"

He'd shut the door on her at that point, but he knows what she was going to say. You look after him yourself, you train him yourself, and if he hurts someone, you kill him yourself. A wonderfully old-world way of looking at things. He's fairly sure he remembers getting the same speech from the housekeeper when he tried to bring home the ugliest feral tomcat he'd ever seen as a small boy.

(This will come back to bite him. He's not sure how or when, but it will. That's the way of things, whenever he turns his back on China Sorrows. Her last parting shot - a classic "you'll regret this" - ended up getting him killed.)

But then there's Mevolent, and cleaning up a city in the aftermath of its latest Traumatic Event, and putting a size 10 to the backsides of the City Guard, so his priorities get reshuffled somewhat, and it's almost a week later that he thinks to ask, "Heard from Serpine lately? He's being oddly quiet."

Valkyrie blinks at him from the passenger seat. Her fingertips tap tap tap at the touchscreen. She's messaging someone. He doesn't know who. "He's...around."

"Why the pause?"

"Hm?"

"You paused," he points out, switching lanes to get around a hatchback dawdling along at 60. "He's...around. You're trying to hide something from me. I'm aware you still talk to him, you know."

She doesn't deny it. He's gotten used to that, in the last few years. She doesn't tell him things anymore. It's that distance, the distance he can try to banter over but never truly remove. She's a lot further away than his passenger seat. "He's been looking for somewhere to live, like. Now that he's here for good. So, you know. That's probably keeping him busy."

Nefarian Serpine is living out of a stuffy first-floor rented room above, of all things, Vaurien Scapegrace's pub.

He knows this not because China was having Serpine followed (although she was) or because plenty of old faces from the Sanctuary still owe him favours (although they do), but because he receives a text from Scapegrace at a quarter to midnight, in the middle of a grisly murder scene.

have u beaten anyone up lately? do u want to? think thrasher just rented one of our rooms to a war criminal

He taps out a response, half-focused on the screen and half on Valkyrie examining the photos on the dead man's mantelpiece. She looks like she's just figured something out.

Which one? Thrasher, or the other guy?

By the time he's dropped her home, said hello to the furball and returned to the city, morning is bleeding into the sky. He knocks sharply on Nefarian Serpine's peeling rented door, and then again when there's no response.

From inside, a thud.

Then another, followed by some deeply impolite language, and then the door jerks open. Serpine, wearing an impressive bedhead, a scraggly attempt at a beard and a pair of patterned socks with a hole in the toe, squints out into the hall and snaps, "D'you have ANY IDEA what time it is? This place is supposed to - ah, shite. It's you."

"It is," he agrees.

Serpine gives him a sulky jerk of the head - an invitation - and vanishes back inside. He follows, closing the door gently behind him. Inside the room is dark and depressing and smells faintly of mildew and sweat. There are clothes on the floor.

He pulls the curtains open and looks out the window, giving Serpine some privacy to get dressed.

"Found me at last, have you?" Serpine asks from over by the bed. There's a rustle of fabric and the sound of a belt being done up. "What do you want? Come to take my other hand?"

That's it. That's what's different. "Other? You don't seem to be missing any at present, Nefarian. Valkyrie's work, I take it."

Serpine sits down on the bed with a squeak of springs, and when Skulduggery turns to face him, he's smirking and, thankfully, wearing trousers. "Ever so nice of her, wasn't it? Doesn't work like the old one, though. You know. The one I used on you."

He sighs. "And here I thought this last week would've given you time to come up with some new material."

Serpine shrugs and spends a moment picking out a pair of shirts from the wardrobe beside the bed. If it's a test, it's a painfully obvious one. Almost an invitation. Go ahead, shoot me.

No, this is something Skulduggery knows far more intimately. A display of brittle confidence in the face of a threat. I'm not afraid of you. Do your worst.

Serpine is afraid of him. Afraid of being arrested, maybe, or killed, or worse. He'd have relished that fear, once. Delighted in flipping the tables.

He leans back against the desk, ankles crossed and arms folded. After a moment, Serpine turns around with a shirt on a hanger in each hand. He holds them up for an opinion.

Skulduggery points wordlessly at the green one, and the blue goes back in the closet. "If you're not here to kill me, what do you want?"

While Serpine is doing up his buttons, Skulduggery retrieves the folded sheaf of paper from the inside pocket of his long coat, and holds it up. "I came to drop these off."

Serpine's vibrant eyes narrow. "What is that? An arrest warrant?"

"A list of landlords in Roarhaven willing to rent to refugees. Valkyrie mentioned you were looking."

Serpine blinks at him. Skulduggery doesn't often bother with the facade in Roarhaven, but if he had a face right now, he'd be blinking back. It's a weirdly awkward moment.

"...thanks," Serpine says after a moment, tentatively reaching for the papers; Skulduggery leans forward to pass them over. "That'd be...helpful."

He sounds very uncomfortable saying those words. When Skulduggery responds, "You're welcome," he feels much the same.

Serpine unfolds the papers and skims them. Three pages of property listings. Tipstaff had printed them off for him with only a raised eyebrow and a, "Never thought you'd move out of Dublin, Detective."

"What brought this on?"

He looks up. "Hm?"

"You show up here at an ungodly hour of the morning, nobody to rein you in, and you're being helpful? I don't buy it. I know China as well as you do. She told you to kill me, didn't she?"

"She did," Skulduggery acknowledges, and a very old, very spiky part of him gets a kick out of watching the blood drain from Serpine's face. "I told her no."

"Bollocks."

"Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's true. Ah, don't look at me like that, Nefarian. It's got nothing to do with you. I was just feeling argumentative that day. And, if nothing else, I can always rely on China to argue with me if I tell her no."

"So -"

"For my sins, she made you my responsibility, see. I'm supposed to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get up to any of your old tricks. And if you do, then I'll kill you. I'll be checking in on you to make sure you're behaving yourself. Think of me as a...probation officer, of sorts. With benefits."

More blinking. This version of Serpine is not a morning person. He bets his alternate self got to sleep in far later in this Serpine's dungeon. "I'm not seeing any benefits."

"The benefit is I get to kill you if you step out of line. I never said the benefits were for you."

"Are there any benefits in this for me?"

He considers this for a moment. "You get to live. Because of me. I saved your life. "

Serpine's face is emotionless and his voice is flat.

"Oh," he says. "Yippee."

He's interviewing a witness when his phone rings.

He politely excuses himself, and steps out into the hallway to answer it. "Pleasant."

"Hello!" Serpine says brightly, and launches immediately into, "I want a car."

Skulduggery's fake face blinks at the sigil-embossed wallpaper. It takes a second to even register the voice, and another to pick up on -

"How the -? Who gave you this number?"

"Valkyrie." Serpine sounds completely unapologetic. "And you're supposed to be teaching me to drive."

Serpine can't see his head tilt. He does it anyway. "Am I now? And what gave you that idea?"

"I'm your problem now, remember? Besides, you agreed to it," is the smug answer. "Before our little holiday back to my dimension, I said I wanted a better house and a latte and a car. And driving lessons."

"I never agreed to that."

"Well, you didn't say no. That's agreement by default. Sorry."

"Plenty of people can teach you to drive, Nefarian. You could teach yourself, even. Watch a video on Youtube."

"Detective Pleasant, I am shocked," Serpine teases, suddenly dripping with insincere concern. "Think of all those poor defenceless mortals I could run into. There's an advert on the television about how you're specifically not supposed to hit them with cars. It kills them, apparently. How will I cope without you there to make sure I resist temptation?"

Skulduggery grinds his teeth. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Immensely. I'd completely forgotten how much fun it is to have you at my mercy. And you did say you're supposed to keep an eye on me."

Skulduggery goes quiet for a moment, focusing on reining in the urge to hit something. Serpine's face. He wants to hit Serpine's face. With a chair. Trust him to figure out that being Skulduggery's responsibility meant he could go to him for help.

"Fine."

"Excellent! And now you have my number, so you can let me know when you're free."

"Since when do you have a mobile?"

"Since today," Serpine says airily. "Tanith helped me pick one out. I can talk to anyone, anywhere, whenever I like now. Isn't that great? I mean, I only have two numbers, three now that Valkyrie's given me yours, but still. Now I'll always have someone to talk to."

"This is a work line. It is not for social calls."

A passing sorcerer startles a little at his tone, and he gives her an apologetic smile. As an afterthought, he rolls his eyes in a you know how it is gesture. But she's already walking away, so really he just rolls his eyes at her back, which is probably rude of him.

Serpine is still talking. "- can send little moving pictures, and I've downloaded all these little applications, so now I do all sorts of fun things. Do you use...whatsit...Snapchat? I have Snapchat now. And I've got Angry Birds and Candy Crush and Grindr."

And that? That right there? That is more than he ever needed to know about Serpine.

"Goodbye, Nefarian," he says firmly, and hangs up.

He checks in on Serpine once a week, officially. Unofficially, he clocks more hours than he'd like to admit parked in an alley outside Scapegrace's pub, waiting for someone to scream bloody murder. Serpine spots him a couple of times, gives him a jaunty wave with his newly-regrown hand on his way to the off-licence, mocking and unconcerned.

But nobody gets murdered. Serpine seems to be...behaving. For now.

"I've volunteered you for move-in duty," Valkyrie says, apropos of nothing. When he blinks at her, she shrugs and takes a sip of her coffee. "Serpine's found a flat. He needs some furniture shifting."

He's not going to throw anything at his partner in this busy mortal cafe. He's not.

"I see. And you thought that has anything to do with me because..."

She polishes off the last dregs of her drink with a slurp. "I can't float stuff up stairs."

The apartment Serpine is moving into is a decent two-bedroom on the fourth floor of a six-floor block in a quiet area with a history of minimal unexpected-demolitions-by-overpowered-supervillain. Skulduggery idly wonders, as he pulls up in the parking area behind the building, whether a mass murderer moving in - and the frequent visits by the other mass murderer charged with keeping an eye on him - will bring down housing prices. China will hate that, when she wakes up.

Serpine is waiting for him out front, surrounded by boxes and furniture, already looking a bit frazzled. His outfit is stylish and his slicked-back hair is sticking up in places where he's been running his hands though it. He startles and looks up at the sound of footsteps, and seems to breathe a sigh of relief. "Ah! You came. Valkyrie said you'd know how to go about getting all this, you know. Up there."

"You can hire people for this, you know," Skulduggery tells him. "Removal men."

"With what money?" Serpine asks, a little helplessly. "Valkyrie gave me some of her old things, but I got most of this from - what's the word? - second hand shops, and the refugee aid centre. I've been looking for work, but...you know." He gestures at his face. "This is my criminal record."

Which...is a fair point, so Skulduggery rolls up his sleeves and moves to one end of a squashed two-seater couch. "Fair enough. Grab the other end."

Serpine's mouth almost drops open. "You want to carry it? Like peasants? I thought you were here to float the damn thing!"

Well, he could. But the world isn't actively ending right now, so he can afford to be petty. "I don't use magic unless I have to, these days. We'll be doing this the old-fashioned way."

"But." The last time he saw someone look this aghast was when Valkyrie realised how the citizens of Roarhaven saw her. "But that's manual labour!"

"A little manual labour will do you good."

"Gods, I hate you," Serpine tells him as he moves to grab the other end of the couch.

Skulduggery turns the facade on specifically to give him a smug smirk. "I know."

By the time they're finishing up the boxes, Serpine's new neighbours have come out into the hall to see what all the banging is about. They seem young, mostly - too young to recognise him from the war. Skulduggery is starting to suspect that Serpine has accidentally moved into student housing, but he keeps his mouth shut. Serpine is being chatty and charming, holding court in the corridor, and Skulduggery mostly lets him get on with it in between trips to the bottom of the stairs to pick up more boxes, until a young woman who holds Serpine's front door open for him and chuckles, "Left you doing all the work, has he? He's a talker, your boyfriend. I bet you don't get a word in edgewise."

It's not often that Skulduggery Pleasant is lost for words. "I. I'm sorry. What?"

Fortunately, Serpine chooses that moment to interrupt the conversation he's having and interject, "Oh, no, darling. We're not together. He's just here to make sure I stay out of trouble."

There's something off about how he says it, though. There must be, because the woman taps her nose like he's just confided a secret, and Skulduggery can't help but feel like he's just been made the butt of a joke he doesn't fully understand.

He checks on Serpine once a week. Occasionally Serpine texts him. A blurry photo, usually paired with a caption like, "what the hell is this?"; a set of traffic lights, or a lollipop man, or a chihuahua in a little jumper. Sometimes he responds, but sometimes he doesn't bother.

It's not like they're friends.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Roarhaven's shopping district is bustling, and Nefarian Serpine is late.

Skulduggery's been people-watching, drumming his fingers on the tabletop, for fifteen minutes when he finally shows up with a to-go coffee cup in one hand and a stack of books under the other arm. He's frowning.

"You're late," says Skulduggery, by way of greeting.

Serpine shrugs, taking the seat opposite. He dumps his books on the round table and gives the menu a cursory glance. "Sorry. I was at the library. Almost missed the bus."

A waitress approaches wearing a shirt stamped with the logo of the little bistro they're sat outside, and while Serpine orders lunch, Skulduggery idly examines the titles stamped along the spines of his book mountain. Some of them look old, leather bound tomes with fancy gold lettering, and the rest seem to be...textbooks, of all things.

"A little light reading, Nefarian?"

"Huh?" Serpine - busy watching the waitress walk back inside - swivels round to face him, and shrugs. "Oh. Yeah. I want to see if they match up with the slanderous shite they're teaching at the university."

"Excuse me?"

Serpine shrugs. "Vapid and Ty - you know Ty, weird hair, lives next door - thought it might help me adapt if I learn more about how your world is different to mine, so. I've been sitting in on some classes. Unofficially. History. Mortal Relations. That kind of thing. You have battles here that never happened back home, you know."

Skulduggery folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair, amused despite himself. "Mortal Relations? You're going to Mortal Relations lectures. You."

"Shut up," says Serpine, pointing a finger at him. "You don't get to laugh. You're not the one nobody wants to hire. - because that's still a problem, by the way. Aren't you supposed to be helping me with that?"

"I'm supposed to be making sure you don't kill anyone or make a nuisance of yourself. Sorry to disappoint."

"Would it kill you to write me a character reference?"

Skulduggery coughs conspicuously into his gloved hand with the throat he doesn't have. He picks up the top book from Serpine's stack and flips idly through Religion & Warfare: The Rise Of The Church Of The Faceless In The 15th Century . "Think about that one for a minute, Nefarian, and you'll remember why it's not happening."

"Fine. Be like that." Serpine's shoe nudges his leg under the table. "Here, were you at the Battle of Black Rock?"

He has to think about that one for a second, then hums in the negative. "Hm. No. I missed that one. I think that was when I was holed up in Cork with a broken leg. Why?"

"History 201," Serpine muses. "I tagged along this morning. It was mostly about that fight, but it never happened in my dimension. It was borderline slanderous, honestly. The professor is an imbecile."

"You're dying to vent, aren't you?"

"Would you mind terribly?"

Skulduggery pulls his ornate pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket and checks the time. "You've got fifteen minutes. Better talk fast."

Time goes by.

He checks on Nefarian once a week. They have coffee, sometimes. Valkyrie knows not to cross the line of bringing Serpine to Skulduggery's home, but she adds them both to a group chat and neither one leaves.

Nefarian wrecks his first car, and Skulduggery makes the drive out from Dublin at 5.45am to rescue him. He calls the tow truck while Serpine sits, pale and shaken, in the Bentley's front seat, drenched from the rain and squelching miserably every time he moves.

He apologises for calling so early, and for once he sounds like he means it.

Skulduggery takes him through the McDonalds drive thru to cheer him up, and as Nefarian tucks into a box of fries with gusto, he thinks, oh no.

They're not friends. They're not.

"Is this a date?"

Skulduggery tilts his head, hand stilling over the car keys. "I'm sorry?"

Valkyrie tosses another piece of popcorn into her mouth. She's already in her pyjamas, fluffy ones with dogs on them, and she's flicking through the Netflix queue. "You're all dressed up. Is this a date? Have you two finally gotten over yourselves? God knows it's been long enough."

He snatches up the car keys and sniffs, disdainful. "After all these decades, Valkyrie, if that's what your expert detective skills are telling you, I have failed as a mentor."

"And now you're getting defensive."

"I'm doing no such thing. Where's Tanith, by the way?"

She laughs and does double fingerguns at him. "And that's deflection!"

He sighs - dramatically, for her benefit - and as he checks his pocket watch, she continues, "And, she's on her way. Get out, already. You have a date to keep and we have movies to watch."

"It's not a bloody date," he complains, patting his pockets to make sure he's got everything. "And I originally asked you."

"Yeah, but opera's boring. Here, is he meeting you there or are you picking him up?"

"Goodbye, Valkyrie."

"See?!" She shouts after him as he shuts the front door. "Date!"

#skulduggery pleasant #remember when my shame post of shame was mere valdug? nope u get this now #thats right yall #i got WORSE #goodnight ✌🏻#there were gonna be more scenes in this believe it or not it just got SO FUCKING LONG #skulpine #which is not a ship tag i ever thought id be using rip

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