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Was Qubo actually coming back?
So I heard a rumor that's been going around that The Qubo Channel, an American children's tv channel that ran from 2007-2021, was coming back in 2023 and this idiot fan did everything they could to make it seem real, videos and everything but it all turned out to be fake. They said that the company E Scripps announced it but they never did and this random person made an entire wiki page of it too. Qubo is officially never coming back, although I hope someone will have a solution or come up with a replacement kids channel. It's sad that kids have nothing that genuinely teaches them good lessons, besides Bluey. Don't get me wrong, I love Bluey, Bluey's awesome but it's like the only thing that kids can watch nowadays that's good for them. In my opinion, you need MORE THAN ONE SHOW! You don't have to have as many shows as I did growing up, but you can't only just have one show either.
I'll admit I was more of a tv kid, but I grew up in a small, dumpy town in Pennsylvania and I had no siblings or kids in the neighborhood to play with. I also never really had close friends at school who I got to hang out with outside of school, because school days lasted long and we were private people. When I got home, I'd most likely draw, watch tv, or take a nap. I did spend time outside but not in the autumn and winter as much because I hated cold, especially when I got older. I did watch a lot more tv than most kids did but it wasn't an unhealthy amount. I also wasn't really a Disney movie kid as much either. Disney channel? Yes, but I didn't really watch much of their animated movies growing up, especially not the older ones that everyone else grew up with. I had older parents and also was raised by my grandma, and no siblings so it's not like we had family movies nights like some families. Being an only child, I was basically the boss of the tv and my mom grew up playing outside and not much of a tv kid, so she just let me watch the kids shows that were playing on tv. Just to clear things up, I was born in November of 2002 and my mom gave birth to me when she was 42 years old, so a lot of stuff from her time wasn't really meant for kids. So yeah, I mostly just grew up watching tv channels. I was lucky enough to have Qubo, Sprout and the Nickelodeon and Disney channels. Lucky for me, I didn't watch much Cartoon Network, which in my opinion was kind of a good thing because a lot of stuff back then was inappropriate. Thank God I had more relaxing and... less unhinged shows to watch on channels like Sprout and Qubo. I know Qubo had its fair share of weird shows like Grossology and Being Ian, but most of the Qubo shows were good. In fact, some of my favorite shows ever came from Qubo!
Let's have a little talk about a well known Canadian show that was based off a book series, called "Scaredy Squirrel". If you were in Canada, you probably watched Scaredy Squirrel on YTV or Treehouse, but us Americans watched it on Cartoon Network, Disney X.D or Qubo. I was the kid who watched it on Qubo because I ignored the Cartoon Network channel growing up and I think around 2013 was when I started to hate Disney so... yeah. I became a fan of Scaredy Squirrel through Qubo and that show means so much to me. Another show that means a lot to me is called "Marvin the tap-dancing Horse" which originally aired on PBS kids for like 2 years, as part of a block called the "Bookworm bunch" which only lasted a short time and plus, I wasn't even born yet. I got introduced to Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse through the Qubo Channel and I absolutely fell in love with it. Honestly, those are both very underrated shows and deserve an actual FANDOM rather than 3 fans. A few people I know have at least heard of Scaredy Squirrel barely anyone has heard of Marvin the dancing horse (and yes, Marvin is based off a book too). I highly recommend those shows, as well as many others!
Cable tv is kind of shutting down now anyway, and it's sad. All we have now is streaming services and a lot of them just don't have those nice kids shows that Qubo had. A lot of those shows were cute and not too overstimulating for the younger kids, and almost everything they have now is for older kids. Sprout became Universal Kids, which is more for older kids and they didn't need to do that. We need more things for little kids too. Also, as a 21 year old with trauma, I don't like rough adult shows like South park and Hazbin hotel, I want more calming shows like Scaredy Squirrel and Toddworld. (Also, I'll put a list of my favorite shows from Qubo in my last paragraph).
I hope one day I can make my own tv channel or streaming service to replace Qubo or Sprout, but nothing can really "replace" my favorite channels growing up. Also, if you want some relaxing kids shows from Qubo to watch, I'll give you some;
Scaredy Squirrel, Toddworld, Stella & Sam, Timothy goes to school, Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse, Maggie & the Ferocious Beast, Harry & his Bucket of Dinosaurs, Miss Spider Sunny Patch, Babar, Veggietales, Gofrette, I Spy, My Friend Rabbit, Sandra the Fairytale Detective, Willa's Wild Life, Pecola, Turbo Dogs, Sidekick, and Stickin' Around (although there's a trigger warning).
Tell me what you think and if you agree! Are you too a Qubo or Sprout fan?
#qubo channel#qubo shows#qubo#sprout goodnight show#sprout channel#sprout#scaredy squirrel#toddworld#marvin the tap dancing horse#qubochannel#qubo fandom
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#sensory#stim#sensory board#stimboard#visual stim#agere#goodnight#goodnight show#star#nina and star#sprout#sprouttv#sproutlets#2000s#mid 2000s#kids show#nastolgia#kidcore#sleepycore#babycore#Nastolgiacore
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PBS Kids Sprout (2005-2017)
Edit: Format is kind of off sorry
#nostalgia#childhood nostalgia#nostalgic#kids show#pbs kids#pbs sprout#2005#2017#goodnight#goodnight show#sunny side up
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be good, be quiet
joel miller x f!reader | joel masterlist
GIF credit to the amazing @perotovar who i adore, and i'm grateful adores me.
summary: bill tells you both you're sleeping in separate rooms when a thunderstorm doesn't allow you to leave. but joel isn't planning on getting any sleep.
wordcount: 3.7k
warnings: post outbreak. smut. sneaking around (so to speak). p in v. fingering. joel angst. you riding joel. jo's spelling. praise kink. joel trying to keep you quiet (by sticking his fingers in your mouth). feelings, but joel-feelings.
AN: thanks as always to @thetriumphantpanda for leaving me comments in the document that made me feel less scared about posting. and also to @swiftispunk for being a cheerleader when i threw a snippet at her like a toddler with a drawing.
All unannounced, it rumbles in. Creeping in, bringing clouds that snuff light and immense claps of thunder. It’s the kind of storm that has lightning that even the shadows can’t hide from. Makes the house creak, groan—it pleading, weeping in its persistence to stand up straight and not cower.
It’s also the only reason the two of you are allowed to stay.
Joel hears the whispers, tuned in until they grow into near shouts in a room next to the one you and him are standing in. If you’re listening, you make no effort to show it—head turned, staring out as the rain thrashes down, eyes following certain droplets as they run down the pane.
Honestly, he doesn’t even want to fucking stay.
Had folded his arms to indicate as such when it was suggested. But, as he stares at you, he knows he doesn’t want you in it—recalling not all that long ago when you had shivered for days. You’d barely been able to speak full sentences as you remained curled in a ball he couldn’t unfurl, all cold to the touch, clinging to him as your teeth rattled in your skull.
It’s the only reason he’s grateful Frank forces Bill’s hand. His tongue piercing, delivering a fine—all razor-like, cutting, his voice booming that the two of you were to sleep in separate rooms.
He could have argued, could have glared, tilted his head—he didn’t. Not as the house shook with another crack of thunder, an idea sprouting, digging itself deep and blooming out across the wasteland living inside of him.
It’s why he plays along. Taking the fresh clothes, the offering of a shower, bidding you a goodnight loud enough for them to hear downstairs, a kiss to your cheek to sign it—burying a smirk under it all.
The whim pulsating, throbbing under his skin—not doused by the cooling temperature of the shower or his hand gripping the base of his half-hard cock. Memories, tinged with blackened edges brimming as he steps from the steam, thinking, ticking—
Waiting.
Waiting for the house to go mute in between the cries of the weather.
Waiting to strike, to prowl—a champion at it, awarded best in class.
Then, he tires from it.
Throwing the covers back, the soles of his feet meet the wood on the thunder. The ticking clock in the corner syncs with his racing heart, desperate to be quiet, maintain mouse-like footsteps, careful—as silent as he is when he moves through buildings that screech and click.
The door you’re behind is at the end of the hallway—shut, closed. A metaphorical do not disturb struck across it from the glare the two of you had been given before Bill had shrunk off to bed.
He didn’t care, not as the drops of water dripped from his hair down his neck, sliding under the fabric that didn’t belong to him. Fingers reaching out for the door handle, all set to twist, when it opens, metal pulled away from him—draping him and the dull flowered carpet in warm orange.
“Jo—“
He’s quick, hand smothering your exclamation, muffling your words. Covering them with his palm, enjoying how soft your skin feels even under it, as he raises his other hand, finger to his mouth—escorted by a glare, a silent order—before dropping it to your hips, grabbing, digging into you as he begins to walk you backwards. You move easily with him, pressing yourself flush to him, all trusting, reading him like a damn book.
“Were y’coming to find me?”
It leaves his tongue in a rasp.
And the look you give him makes his cock even harder than it already had been. Reminding him he’s too worn, too old to be doing shit like this—but fuck does he want to. Lay there, thinking of only you. Mind lost out at sea, bobbing along gentle waves of how you feel wrapped around him, that whimper you make when he flattens his palm to your spine, slides in, fills you, hips flush with yours.
You’re good, because you nod, no words—not making another noise. Your hand slips past him, shutting the door as your chest remains flush with his—the door happy, gleeful to return to its frame. He slides his hand from your mouth, moving to wrap it around the back of your neck, your chin tilted up without so much as a request.
Then, you smile, soft, almost innocent. But he knows you’re no angel—you’re something carved from molten and destruction, but fuck are you pretty. The kind that leaves an outline on the back of his eyelids. The kind that he suspects would turn heads, if you didn’t look like you wished to disembowel them for even looking. Plus, you’re always with him, eyes on him, enamoured, enchanted—
You shouldn't.
Not when he’s poison, slowly feeding you with drops—rotting your insides and blackening your soul. Watching you slowly being made in the shape of his past, carved, narrative rewritten and a future fading, before you get to live it, because of his company. A price scratched against your name.
But, you chose him—leave a mark, Miller. And he did, does. He paints himself on your spine, ropes of white whenever he can; he makes the juncture between your thighs slick with the mess he makes of you. More you whine, and that’s when it changed. When it became less about mindless distraction and more about possession, care, something else fucking entirely—
He pulls your ear to his mouth, your body relaxing, going limp—catching the scent of freshly washed skin. “Ima need you to be a good girl and be quiet. Can y’do that?”
Joel catches the smirk before you blink it away. Your teeth digging into your lip, nodding, catching the reflection of him as lightning floods the room—a sight that undoes him, affects him even though he’ll never show it. Because how much you want him scares him, makes him feel something other than numb, muted grief and disgrace.
The two of you don’t kiss, but he ghosts his lips over yours all the same. Something about the room makes it more intimate, romantic, normal.
“Not like you to break the rules.”
You snort, fingers knotting in his still-damp hair. “Well, I’m sure it’s equally not gentleman-like to sneak into a lady’s room.”
He grunts, and buries it in the back of his throat. Your tongue forces his hand, making him tug on the borrowed PJ bottoms you’re wearing. Palm flattening under the fabric covering your chest, resting it on your stomach, pausing, briefly feeling your heart beating, proof it isn't a fantasy, a dream, before sliding it down.
That’s when he focuses, basks in the feeling of nothing but the softness of your skin and the stories etched into it from surviving, from living. His fingers inching under the elastic and string, your eyes aflame, an inferno, and he wants you to burn him. Singe yourself into him, leave a mark, make it hurt.
“Stopped being a gentleman a while ago, honey.”
You’re wet. A truth two of his fingers feel, sliding them into your heat, suddenly enveloped by nothing but warmth and the sweet rose scent of the soap you washed your skin in. And it’s a comfort, eyes transfixed, all in awe as he watches you try to hold back a gasp—enjoying the way your nails dig into his neck, lashes fluttering and how you part your lips in a silent moan. He can make out what you’re saying is Joel. Each letter inscribed, even in a muted whisper. J-O-E-L.
He already decides he misses the way you sound. A new craving, a new need to make you sing—make your body break out into music, remind him how sweet something can sound when the world is nothing but grievous behaviour and murder.
It’s why he likes when your back is pressed to his chest, knees sore as he pistons in and out of you on the shitty mattress in the shitty room back in the QZ.
Because you can be loud, unfiltered.
There is no need to muffle back how good it feels what he’s doing to you, you can be unhinged, hiss his name, moan through gritted teeth if you’re trying to punish him. He hears them all the same, collects them. Stores them, and uses them to keep the last shard of him intact from all the loss and survival—the part of him he occasionally shows you. Usually in the dark, more morning than night, your chest flush to his back, not asleep, but not fully awake.
But, he can’t collect them here, can’t risk it here—slowing his movements down, hearing you fight it, struggling, being strangled by the moan you want to let breathe.
“C’mon baby, you know how to be quiet. Y’so good when we’re surrounded by clickers. This is no different.”
Narrowing your eyes, you whimper as the base of his palm catches your bundle of nerves. “You’re not—fuck, Joel—usually doing this when we’re surrounded by clickers.”
The corners of his lips twitch. It slides up into one of his cheeks, making a home there—all temporary, only something you seem to pull from him. “Guess I’ll have to help y’out then, won’t I?”
Your eyes narrow briefly before he does. Snaking two fingers—index and middle—past your lips, pressing down onto your tongue, continuing the movements of his other hand, the one pumping his fingers inside of you, coating himself in you.
He learns, quickly, that the pressure applied to your tongue does little to muffle your moan, but the clap of thunder smothers the rest. The way it bleeds out, shakes everything, allowing you a chance to whimper, whine and moan. Eyes digging into his, begging, pleading—
And, he could watch you for hours like this. At his mercy, hanging on the edge—shimmered with a light sheen of sweat and desperation swirling in your eyes. It’s the only time you’re weak, that you show him you can be vulnerable, soft, your edges smoothed down.
It’s why it takes him by surprise when he feels your tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking on them, staring into his fucking soul like you could repair all it had been through. Fuck he’d let you try when you look at him like that.
“Fuck, you’re filthy,” he groans, sliding his palm from your face, resting it on the wall by your head.
“You’ve fucked me on a forest floor, Joel. Don’t act so surprised.”
He lets you have that one—rewarding you for it. Unable to tear his gaze away when you’re overcome with it, stilling, tensing, clenching around his fingers like a vice as you constrict, breathing laboured, rapid breaths before you slant his name across his lips. Stain it. Bury the gratitude and relief as you slide your tongue past his teeth, worming into another part of him, a place he realises he’s wanted you to own. Wants to swallow it, have you rooted under his skin—
“Get on the bed.”
“No,” you rasp, grasping his wrist from between your thighs, bringing his fingers to your lips, tongue swirling before you release them with a pop. “Floor. Bed creaks.”
Another flash, another rumble—it allowing him to take in the expression spreading over your face. The calm, sleepy edge to your smile, all thanks to him. It sears into his skull, makes a home, and buries into a crevice he’ll never be able to scrape you from.
Least of all when you turn, shedding your clothes without aid—stripping himself as you busy ripping sheets to the floor, pillows scattering, a teenager's sleepover dream strewn across the carpeted floor. One he has you lay down on, sliding his mouth over the parts of you he hasn’t yet touched—lapped and enjoyed. Leaving a trail, a path of desire against your skin, your nails finding a home in his scalp, awarding him with gasps, small medals compared to the trophy of before.
“Wanna go on top,” you mewl, hand on his, pausing his hips from connecting with yours. “Wanna ride you, Joel.”
“Think you can handle it.”
It’s perfectly timed, almost comically, the way lightning sparks through the room—your glare more than sharp, digging into him, spacing out his insides until he’s nothing but bone.
He knows you can, but he likes taunting you. Enjoys the way your eyes lick flames across his skin, that your tone can be curt with him, gaze sharpened, pointing.
Joel likes being under you. Has a fondness for the weight of you on him and how your thighs feel on either side of him. Mostly, he likes what it says—what it gives you. An assurance you never ask for and he can never provide, because he can’t give you much, a lot, anything. He’s not good, kind or soft—he won’t trace three words against your shoulder and fan his hand out over your back as he tells you you’re a tempest on two legs, a thing which takes his breath, makes him crave, makes him want, makes him wish.
“You can do it—can take it, take me.”
“I know,” you bite back, lining the head of him at your slit.
It almost makes him snigger. That fury in you, that little determined flame that won’t ever be doused, becoming an inferno in your indignation. So, he whispers your name, fingers crawling up your neck, watching the space your bodies join as you sink down on him.
And he’s in awe as your pussy swallows him, inch by inch, the lightest hiss from under your breath caressing the air as your hips go flush with his.
“Feel good don’t it?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes closed, head rolled back fingers digging, half-curling into his stomach. “You always feel good, Joel.”
Your velvet wrapped around him, encasing him in warmth, all slick and needy. It tugs at him, and makes him for a moment feel like a man and not a carved-out monster who keeps fighting to live another day, for some reason or another. He supposes you wouldn’t let him have it any other way, would fight him and anyone else tooth and nail on it. You’re fierce like that, a difficult fucking thing he’s come across and now wishes to never lose.
“So big,” you whine in a whisper.
Lit up by the storm. It casts flickering shadows over your breasts over the muscles that contort as you roll your hips—if it lingered longer, he’d have been able to witness how wild your eyes were, how slick it is where the two of you are conjoined. Evidenced ruin, a sight he’d pull up in his mind when he’s alone, and you’re busy, and he pretends his fist is close to how you feel.
“Y’doin’ so well for me.”
Another flash grants him the chance to study your parted lips, the way your lashes hang over your cheek. It’s a sight, a fucking delight. An extra breath of oxygen and an anchor to keep him here all at once. A thing which didn’t cling, but had sunk its nails into him all the same—I’m not letting go, and you’re not going to ask me to.
You never say those words, but they hang—attached to string and bunting, a banner of sorts. One that isn’t wrong. A realisation that feels larger here than at the QZ. Surrounded by ornate white furniture and floral patterns, a room which has remained untouched, unspoiled—almost making him feel like a person he used to know. The one who he occasionally spots in the mirror, hanging back in his reflection.
It fucks with his mind. Makes him relaxed, and unwinds the stress from his bones as he plants his feet on the ground and rocks with you. Enjoys your moans, soft, bitten back but likely screamed in your head.
A thought beating inside him, all closed fists hammering on ribs: because he never thought he’d get attached to someone. Never mind someone who appears so otherworldly, likely created to threaten, but he finds only fascinating. A soul who unlocks things within him, finds a way through cobwebs and vines.
Someone who makes him wonder how passion and despair, adoration and darkness can all exist inside of him. Especially without losing the parts which he needs to live, to protect, to save—while keeping the parts that have you coming back to him.
He’s sure you see it, though. You understand him, having peeled back the layers in time and seen the decay which lives within his chest. You’ve even traced your fingers over his scars, ear close to them, as if they’ll spill all their secrets. Even without answers, you remain by his side.
It’s what makes this time different. So much so, he lifts your hand from his chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. All tender, soft. Your eyes twinkle, shimmering with something—lit up again—before he places your hand back and rests his hands on your hips, aiding you, helping you ride him, until he has a better idea, a better thought—
His palms almost lift you off him, just the tip remaining as you hover. Digging his thumb and fingers into your skin, leaving indents he can trace when he catches his breath, and he latches his mouth in the space under your breast. Kissing, drawing a circle with his tongue, before he sucks, nips. Intentionally leaving a flaw, signing his name in a signature only he’ll be able to admire—a piece of evidence that this is real, you’re real. Knowing it will be there in the trek back to the life the two of you live; present when you strip off and change, a blight on otherwise perfection, put there by him—another ruin in your life.
Because you could do better than him. A fact he knows, has put to bed but still occasionally turns over.
I chose you because you don’t expect perfection, you’re happy with just good.
Except, you’re more than good.
Your fingers brush over his cheek, soft, gentle. Far too much of both in his opinion. Then he lowers you back down, pussy taking every inch, the lightest hiss fluttering over him as he stares up at you. Transfixed, lost. Almost able to live a fantasy, allow himself to fall into a dreamlike state.
Because this, right in this room, could have been plucked from the world before. It normal, could pretend the two of you were in a room in some inn somewhere or a bedroom the two of you would have built together—hand-chosen ornate furniture and pleasant knick-knacks that adorn surfaces, wooden frames with pictures he could imagine you’d fill if this was real, and not a break in the reality.
“This what you wanted when you were coming t'look f’me?”
He sounds drunk, intoxicated, maybe he is. Having drank from you for so long, he’s more you than he is rotten. He assists you as he snaps his hips to yours, burying the thought in his movements. But, he’s breathing you in—tasting the air tinged with the two of you as you both pant, hunger rearing, desperate, wanting to collide and spark out across nerves, muscles and fucking bone.
Yes, you chant. Yes, yes, yes.
M’close, Joel. So close.
It falls in breathless swirls, a juxtaposition to how tight you are around him, knotting perfectly at the base of him. Sucking him in, keeping him rooted, the head of him finding that spot that makes your body loose and boneless.
“Doin’ so good for me, my good girl.”
So he fucks you harder, uncaring if the floorboards creak, if they protest and shout, he has to. A thing inside of him commanding it. This is all he can give, so give, give, give—
He feels your nails dig, half-moons slicing in—a new scar, one he’ll be thankful to trace. Next is your thighs and muscles tautening. Then, that flutter, the one he seeks, desperate to own, his prize, no one else's.
Mine, mine, fucking mine.
And, distantly, he’s aware he’s the one who pulls you down, but he’ll tell himself later it was you. Trick himself that you required it, even if it was he who needed it. His mouth slanting over yours, clinging to your jaw and cheek, tongue swirling over the moan that is bestowed to him, that hits and fucking pounds into him. Unable to hold on, barely a handful of thrusts before he’s grunting into your mouth, spilling into you, pouring unspoken words to the place between your thighs as you grasp at the tufts of hair on either side of his face.
Something about it makes you taste sweeter. A man like him should never get to experience it now, not this version of him, the act more forbidden, prohibited. It’s what makes him want to spread you out on the floor, lick the expanse between your thighs, taste the two of you—clean you with his mouth and smear you across his face until he’s dyed with the two of you.
Instead, he grasps you close when you collapse against his heaving chest. Palm, all rough, blotched with death, pressing against your cheek as he kisses you. Knowing he should get up and clean himself from between your legs; knowing he should go back to his room.
But he wants to remain on the floor. Enjoying this, whatever the fuck it is. Hand stroking your arm, your fingers drawing shapes as your mouth parts from him, flicking a warmer gaze over him, before lying on his chest.
Stay. Because of the storm.
It’s barely that, just droplets of rain occasionally kissing the glass of the windows.
But in his head, he wants to pretend a little longer. Live in some make-believe land that this is your two’s house, he found it—safety, built ease into your muscles, allowed the callouses to rid from clutching weapons you shouldn’t know how to use. That it’s just a night where the two of you can’t sleep, rather than it being a night where the two of you just feel safe.
“Sure,” he replies in a gruff. “F’the storm.”
Sighing in contentment, rather than annoyance, even if he knows there’s so much suspended in the air—words not spoken or shared.
He almost thinks he could. Almost thinks the moment calls for it—a little whisper, a selection of perfectly chosen words that would wrap you in the knowledge you mean something to him.
But, he thinks you know.
Hopes it, anyway.
AN: shout out to G, who had to listen to me ramble about this two months ago. i hope, once you read this, it's worth the wait.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x reader smut#joel miller x you#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x fem!reader#tlou fanfic#hbo the last of us fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal characters fanfic#joel miller smut#joel miller x female reader
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this was a request from @annaizcool44 but i accidentally deleted it when i tried to post it
“ safe in my garden, an ancient flower blooms ”
jason grace x daughter of demeter ⚡️
reader expresses her feelings to the son of zeus through a shared love of books
tw none
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“Whatcha reading?” Y/N jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She was sitting on the porch of the Demeter cabin when she noticed the blond approaching her.
She looked up and smiled, “Little Women,” she scooted over for him to sit next to her, “ever read it?”
He shook his head, sitting beside her. He leaned over her shoulder at the page she was on, “what’s it about?”
She felt her ears warm at the closeness, “these four sisters during the Civil War, and their dad’s fighting in the army so they're trying to adjust to their life now… I guess.”
“Can I borrow it sometime?”
Jason heard a knock at his door in the early morning. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he stood up, walking to open it. He found on his doorstep a copy of Little Women with a sticky note on top that read “For Jason, with love Y/N” and he couldn't help but notice the fresh flowers that had sprouted around his cabin.
He smiled and looked around. He saw the girl peering from behind a nearby tree. She turned away, giggling, when he looked her way.
His heart warmed. He stepped back into his cabin and flipped through the pages, he found little notes in the margins and underlined quotes.
For the rest of the day, the book never left his hands. During breakfast, during training, his eyes were glued to the pages.
Just before the campfire, Y/N peeked into his cabin, “Jason?”
She noticed him wipe his eyes, “oh, uh, hey.”
She smiled and walked over to his bed, “Beth?”
He nodded, “yeah. Why would the author write that?”
She bit her lip, “Jase, it’s a true story.”
His eyes widened, “no.”
“Yes.”
Tears began pricked out of his eyes, “that makes it so much worse.”
She sympathetically laughed, wrapping her arms around him. He nuzzled his head into her neck. She couldn't help but smile at how the usual tough guy was now crying in her arms over a book. A book she had gifted him.
He pulled away, “your little note made it better though,” he grinned. He opened the book to the last page he had read, “Jason, when you get here, come to my cabin, I know you’ll need to.”
She laughed, “I think I know you too well.”
He nodded, “I think so.”
“You wanna read Pride and Prejudice?” she asked, “one more sister, happier ending.”
He chuckled, “might as well.”
She showed up to his cabin just before curfew, “the Bennett sisters, Jane, Lizzie, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia, search for love in 1813 England,” she announced in a pretend professional voice.
“No scarlet fever?”
She shook her head, “no scarlet fever. Jane gets a cold, but it's nothing serious.”
He hesitantly grabbed the book from her hands, “thanks, Y/N.”
“No problem, Jason, it's nice getting to share these with you.”
“Yeah, it's nice for me, too,” he trailed off, looking away, “I should get to bed.”
“Right, yeah, of course,” she smiled, “goodnight.”
“‘Night,” he replied, closing the door.
“Oh, uh, one more thing.”
He slightly opened the door again, “hm?”
She took a deep breath and placed a kiss on his cheek, “see you in the morning.”
He stuttered, trying to suppress his blush, “yeah- yeah, see you,” he awkwardly smiled, closing the door again.
The next morning she watched him sit at the Zeus table, reading the book. Her heart raced as she knew he was getting closer to the last annotation she had written. She started to regret it, what if he thought the books just made them closer friends? Of course they were friends, she cursed herself for thinking he could see her differently. He glanced up at her, he flashed a smile and a nod her way. She turned pink, looking away.
“Y/N!” the all too familiar voice called to her as she sat by the dock, watching the sunset later that day.
She turned around, “Jason, hi,” she shyly smiled.
He took the spot next to her, handing the book back to her, “I finished the book.”
She nervously looked into his eyes, “and?”
“It was great!” he beamed, “everything about it.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, “even the ending?”
“That was the best part.”
“Jason,” she laughed, “did you even read the annotations?”
He squinted his eyes in confusion, “of course I did.”
She opened the book to the back cover. She folded it open and showed it to him. There was written in pink ink, “Will you be the Darcy to my Lizzie?”
“I know it’s cheesy,” she muttered, closing the book and turning away.
“Yes,” he paused, “wait, no. Yes to the question, not to it being cheesy. Well, it is cheesy but it’s cute. You're cute.”
She giggled, “thanks, so are you.”
He held her cheek in his hand, their gazes met before their lips crashed into one another. She placed her hands around his neck as he now held her face with both of his hands. When they pulled away, their foreheads leaned against one another and they could feel the other’s breath against their lips.
The next morning, Jason walked out his cabin to find a field of multicolored roses had encompassed him. He looked around just to find the girl responsible standing in the middle of the flowers, holding a book. He breathily laughed and made his way over to her.
“Here,” she smiled, handing him the book.
He took it, “Mansfield Park?”
“Jane Austen, she wrote Pride and Prejudice, too.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a kiss, “sounds perfect.”
#jason grace#jason grace x reader#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson and the olympians#jason grace x you#jason grace x daughter of demeter#demeter#daughter of demeter#child of demeter#cabin 4
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One of my favorite shows as a kid was Pajanimals, it was always on right before the goodnight show and I watched it before bed (sometimes I still do!)
It seems like a show Charlie would like, and she’d probably put it on for the littles when they’re too fussy to fall asleep c:
Ohhh my goodness sprout!
She would definitely request watching an episode before bed every night! 🥰
And if she wants to stay up and play, all Vaggie would have to do is play an episode, and Charlie would be calm and fast asleep by the end of it.
But she would also love the goodnight show! (Now that you've mentioned it.)
(All I can think of is the brusha brusha brush song- if you know you know)
She'd definitely teach that song to the littles and attempt to sing it herself when she's small and brushing her teeth.
@todayimfour @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577
#ittybittysinners#ittybittysinnersq&h#hazbin hotel agere#hazbin hotel age regression#little!Charlie morningstar#little!Charlie#cg!Charlie#cg!Charlie morningstar#age regressor charlie morningstar
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Shinobu with an s/o or friend that sleep talks
Modern au
Can be seen as romantic or platonic (friends). Idk how to write it as a mix of both so I just wrote together/friends.
A/N: Hiiii! Been a while hasn’t it? Anyways I do apologize, I have no idea what more to say but I hope you have all been doing well <3
I will probably not be changing my ”hiatus” status because who knows?
Thank you anon for requesting this was so much fun to write!
I guess this will be a mix of oneshot and headcannon
🦋- You and Shinobu have been together/friends for long, the only ironic thing is not once you had a sleepover. Mostly because you two have different schedule and hobbies so you really never got the time to. Except now
🦋- It was you two’s first sleepover and you were excited to say the least. You decided to sleep at her house
🦋- You guessed she felt more comfortable that way. Shinobu’s mom said Shinobu hasn’t been to a sleepover at someone else’s house often at all. Probably like 2 three times when she was in middle school.
🦋- Anyways when night time came around you two watched a series before going to bed.
“Alright, good night Shinobu!”
“Goodnight Y/N” She said and closed the lights. The room turned dark and you both fell asleep without problems.
“The chicken can wear a dishwasher” Shinobu woke up to someone murmiring about something. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her so she ignored it and went to sleep.
She’s sure she didn’t even get to sleep in 5 minutes before she heard you yell
“THE BUTTERFLIES DRIVE A BUS” She turned over and looked at you still sleeping. It was so dark so she didn’t know if you were awake or not, only that you were there.
“Y/N, if you really think it’s funny to yell weird stuff at 3am then you got another thing coming”
“Nooooooooooo” You replied.
“Yes, I mean it!” She said sternly, not having the energy for this shit at 3am.
“Not my children. Anyone but my children. They just sprouted wiiiiingggsss” Now Shinobu was really creeped out. She quickly understood you were sleep talking.
But then her smile turned devilsih and amused, what more can you say?
“My dog will alert the authorities....YOU SHALL BE DAMMNED”
She quickly grabbed her phone and started recording.
“And why should they be dammned?” Shinobu asked.
“They taught my cat to play the tombone...”
“Ohh, is that so bad?”
“They made my roach deaf” Shinobu had to hold in her giggle, this was way too amusing not to mess around with.
”So uh, do you know sign language for your roach?”
”Noooo…the man in the corner does though” Shinobu’s smile faded and she quickly turned around only to see nothing there. She saw your cheeky smile and wondered if you really were asleep or not.
”Hm, cheeky bastard” Shinobu whispered before she continued on having conversation with your half-concioused self.
After 15 minutes she thought she had enough footatge and she went to sleep.
🦋- Next morning rolled around and she showed the footatge to you in the morning. Depending on if you were aware that you could sleep talk or not your reaction would be kinda different.
🦋- If you knew you just laughed it off and told Shinobu ”I forgot to tell you”
”Y/n. We have been friends for several years, how could you forget to tell me!?” Shinobu would say. She would still keep the footatge though, as blackmail material🥰
🦋- If you did NOT know then you would be in for quite the shocker
”I can sleeptalk?”
”Apperantly hahha! Didn’t you know?” Shinobu’s expression slightly frowned to confusion
”Nope”
Awkward silence ensues..slightly.
🦋- Shinobu would probably ask if you want to maybe get that treated some way and if you’re comfortable with her recording when you do sleep talk.
🦋- If you do wanna get help then obviosuly Shinobu tries to treat you. She looks up ways to treat it and what causes sleeptalking.
🦋- If you don’t however then Shinobu and her sisters will atleast know how to entertain themself when they can’t sleep or when you go asleep early. Shinobu just gathers her sisters to talk to you when you sleep talk, each taking their own turn to talk, one records and later show you the next morning.
Shinobu had been noticing you were laying still for many minutes. She schooched over and listened to your slow but ateady breathing.
”Pst! Hey, hey, are you awake?” No response from you. Shinobu smiled and sneaked away, knocking on each of her sisters rooms.
”Hm? Is Y/N asleep again?” Kanao asked, trailing behind Kanae.
”Mhm, they are. From what I know they should be start talking soon” Shinobu said as she sat down on her knees, Kanae and Kanao each took their own seat on the floor forming a circle almost of 3 people and well, you in the middle of it.
They sat their in silence for a little but before you began to murmur something and Shinobu smiled knowing she was right.
”Noo…noo…don’t go in there, the tuna is dancing” Shinobu nudged Kanao to say something while Kanae just quietly snickered.
”U-uhmm…what dance did the tuna-? Ahem, tuna dance”
”Chicken dance. I think. I can’t seee….” Your worlds trailed off. Kanae thought about what she was gonna say, she scooted closer to say it when she finally got something.
”Is the dance good?”
”Mmmm maybeeeee, I don’t- wanna be meaan” Kanae had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from laughing.
”It’s amazing how we can have a conversation with them asleep like this” Kanao commented which Kanae agreed to and nodded.
”Well this will certainly not be the end of it” Shinobu said, pulling out her phone.
🦋- We can all just say that the butterfly sisters will be having you over for more sleepovers <3
#🦋eli writes#kny#kny x reader#kny x you#kny x y/n#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x you#demon slayer x y/n#shinobu#shinobu kocho#demon slayer shinobu#shinobu x reader#shinobu x you#shinobu x y/n
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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼
@jokersfangirl84 @max--phillips
New Works Added ✨
Big update cuz life’s been hectic 😬
Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊
As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let me know and I’ll remove them asap 😊
@haylzcyon Marcus P Show Me
@littlebirdsbookshelf Marcus P Roadblocks + The Co-Pilot
@mandoblowmybackout Marcus P Relaxation Techniques
@supernaturalgirl20 Joel The Reason + And Then It Happened
@miraclesabound Joel Miasma
@psychedelic-ink Joel When You’re Reading Me + Reckless
@mishasminion360 Joel The Sweetest Thing
@forever-rogue Joel He Loves You + Lavender Haze + I Like You Soft + Catch Up
@the-scandalorian Joel Two
@misspearly1 Joel When Two Worls Collide
@agentwhiskeysdarlin Joel The Sun Always Rises
@lavendertales Joel Mine + Lover + Skyfall + Shameless + Can’t Help Falling in Love
@wardenparker @absurdthirst Joel + Dieter Surprising Reunions
@joels6string Joel Carnal Reflections + No More Numbers + Make Me Whole Again
@albertasunrise Joel No Point
@boliv-jenta Joel Goodnight, Baby / Joel + Dave La Petite Mort
@moonlight-prose Joel Marks of the Damned + View From the Bridge + The Wasteland of a Bleeding Heart
@theewokingdead Joel A Second Chance
@sprout-fics Joel Woodsmoke
@thot-of-khonshu Joel Mr. Percocet
@oliviajdjarin Joel Why Can’t I Breathe?
@omgreally Joel Hurried
@juletheghoul Joel Tease
@astroboots Joel What’s in a Name?
@fuckyeahdindjarin Joel Seams
@thefact0rygirl Joel Carved Out of Stone
@ezrasbirdie Joel Cracked Vessels
@fandom-blackhole Joel 3+1 Song Fic
@spacecowboyhotch Joel Sweet Nothing Universe
@grogusmum Din Crash Into Me
@novemberrain-writes Din Breathless / Frankie Dead by Daylight
@rise-my-angel Din Shadows of Mandalore / Joel Bleeding From the Heart
@kyberblade Din Just Need You
@amiedala Din Something Holy
@chaoticgeminate Din My Heart Was a House
@laters-gators Din Pure Beskar + Cycles + Narcissus / Javier Compulsion / Joel Oklahoma Smokeshow
@djarinmuse Din Your Majesty
@grippingbeskar Din Request TLOU Scene / Joel Fic Request
@dameronology Din Illicit Affairs / Joel You and Me
@peterparkersnose Din After Last Night + It’s Just Paint
@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Din The Covert Cantina / Ezra Pink Powder & Diamonds / Pero A Life Together / Joel Joel’s Children / Javier The Cinderella Effect
@guess-my-next-obsession Frankie A New Friend + When We Were Young + Lost In Love / Joel Same Old, Same Old
@noisynaia Frankie Bacon and Eggs
@hopeamarsu Frankie The Makeover / Javi G First Meeting
@artemiseamoon Frankie As Long as I’m Alive + Dust
@foli-vora Frankie Cold to the Touch
@musings-of-a-rose Javier A Busy Kiss / Frankie I'm Right Here
@redahlia-writes Javier Stand By Me
@auty-ren Ezra Porcelain and Starlight / Joel Never the Right Time
@writer-darling Ezra Eat Your Young
@words-are-fireproof Tim Morning, His Place
@ghostofaboy Whiskey Double Whiskey On the Rocks
@odetodilfs Whiskey Delicious Punishment / Marcus M Lazy Mornings
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One day we will see sunlight and the stars over the seas,
Once the walls are gone and the alarms are off, then we will be free.
One day when the shackles of those unknowing are leased and the heroes of pretend stories are allowed to leave,
Into the city and into the shops like the tv shows tell me about we'll be.
One day our prison will be just a home to come back to after a night out,
But until we're given freedom I will refuse to let Stockholm syndrome sprout.
One day the nights will be spent outside and not under the neon lights,
Until then we dream and play and plan, it'll happen Freddy, goodnight.
-Bonnie, the best poet I know.
#glamdad#sorry poetry used to be my skill im published at it but that doesnt mean im the best#fnaf au#glamrock dad#fnaf security breach#fnaf ask blog#fnaf sb#asks open#glamrock father#glamrock freddy#glamfather#glamrock bonnie#poetry#he misses him
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Stingo walking on air speed up
#fifi and the flowertots#fifi and the flowertots stingo#nostalgia#nick jr#cartoons#nickelodeon#sprout cartoon#sprout channel#sprout#sprout goodnight show#british kids shows from the 2000s#kids shows#fifi forgetmenot#stingo#stingo wasp
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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Kaidan part 6)
Kaidan: "...and so the lamb was friends with the owl and the deer... finding peace in the moonlit sky." *turns the page, showing Lucia- and Taliesin- the art Allora drew for her bed time story*
Lucia: *yawns, curling up against Taliesin* Mama's art is so pretty...
Taliesin: *strokes her cheek softly, brushing some hair from her face* Missing her, Bumblebee?
Lucia: *carefully touches her necklace, shaking her head* No... mama's here. She's been tapping her necklace.
Kaidan: Oh? What's she sayin?
Lucia: *feels the morse code vibrations, screwing up her lips in thought* ..."bed time."
Taliesin: *chuckles* But of course. Ever the mother hen.
Kaidan: *closes the book and sets it to the side* You know how to tell her 'I love you' with that thing?
Lucia: Mhm! *taps I love you in morse code, giggling as the necklace shines and vibrates back immediately*
Kaidan: *grins* She say it back?
Lucia: Mhm. *waits as it vibrates again before pouting* ...she said "off."
Taliesin: Off?
Kaidan: Probably "take it off," as in the necklace. Aye?
Lucia: Mhm... but...
Taliesin: *taps "okay" in morse code, long having known in his studies during the Thalmor days, before gently removing it* Everything will be all right. You'll wake us up if you have any more prophetic dreams, yes?
Lucia: Yes papa.
Taliesin: *kisses her temple* Then all will be well. My wards are still active, the guards are on high alert, and even the Jarl is aware. I'm sure the others in Jorrvaskr aren't taking the next few days lightly either. We'll be all right, and so will she.
Kaidan: *strokes her head softly* Aye, lass. We'll keep you safe, and the city. S'been our job since we met yer mother.
Taliesin: Hah! As if most places don't grovel at her feet to get her to.
Kaidan: *huffs* Aye. Maybe we should take a trip at the end of all this. Go somewhere else for a while.
Lucia: A trip?
Taliesin: Hm... might make her feel more ill at ease, being somewhere new...
Kaidan: With all of us distractin her? She'll hardly have the time. *grins*
Taliesin: *smiles, chuckling* How dastardly of you. I suppose the idea does have merit... but we shall see. As of right now, you, little missy, need to go to dream land. *kisses her forehead and tucks her in*
Lucia: *yawns, snuggling into her bed* ...mmkay... good- *yawns* goodnight...
Kaidan: Goodnight sprout. Rest easy. *pats her chest as the two leave, gently closing the door, nodding to Taliesin* Wine? Ale?
Taliesin: I don't know how I feel about you being able to read my mind, but... please.
Kaidan: *chuckles, heading to the kitchen* Figured I'd offer since I'd be up too.
#Kaidan Khim#skyrim#Kaidan skyrim#skyrim taliesin#lucia#TESSDE AU#i wanna write these two knuckleheads getting along just as much as I want them to fight#hehe
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Stimboard/gif REQUESTS
I have the right to deny/ignore any requests. Obviously. Because this whole thing is for fun for me.
Also i take forever to do requests :3 youve been warned. BUT requests are always offically OPEN. So thats the cost.
WHITELIST:
BUGS, INSECTS, FISH, OTHER CREEPY CRAWLIES, FNAF(all games/books/movie), Better Call Saul, PVZ(mostly game 1 but any other games too), Spongebob Squarepants, Portal (1+2), Minecraft, Disco Elysium, Pokemon, TF2, ShowBiz/RockAFire/CEC, Slime Rancher(1+2), MLP G4(mostly familiar with early seasons tho), MLP G3, Flight Rising, Half Life(all games), HLVRAI, ihnmaims, Winnie the Pooh, Sesame Street(and adjacent), Sprout kid shows (goodnight star and chica and pajanimals and such), Metal Gear Rising Revengence, Dan Vs., Most Don Bluth films, DHMIS(web series+TV) Death Note, Hermitcraft, Life Series, GTA5(though maybe that games too explicit for this blog. Idk. This one might change), Beastarrrs????(same considering warning as before..)
i guess, ok now we are getting in territory where im listing stuff based on mostly just familarity and not invested enjoyment
Greylist???: ace attorney, roblox in general(idk most games now adays but i will do boards), SCP, Magnus Archives, Deltarune, Undertale, Animal Crossing, The Walten Files, All Tomorrows(?? Be the first person to request that. Thatll be shocking. In a good way), DSAF, Sonic(and friends), Mario(and friends), mmmost fnaf-related youtube series, Owl House (my sibling infodumps about it to me, so im qualified), Cult of Lamb(same as before), Steven Universe (same as before... to a lesser extent), stardew valley. General themes such as colors, animals, vibes. Music.
I'll also be happy to make gifs of just a specifc topic/type or from a specific video if u send it over.
OH, and ill do joke stimboards but I'll take it too seriously and try to make it decent. Challenge me.
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BLACKLIST:
Fandoms that are heavily focused on sexual things, Fandoms that are based around yandere tropes, Probably more to be added here.
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I made my list very long and annoying on purpose but feel free to send a request for anything not listed on the white/greylist!!
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I FOUND IT YALL
I found the most nostalgic thing ever for me
The pbs kids sprout/sprout (I guess it’s universal kids now??) goodnight show
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on a nostalgia train after i found MANY tiktok accounts that show early 2000s kids show (long post so i’ll cut this)
bro, i found these that i watched as a child:
the upside down show (i swear, i thought i was the only person who saw this)
the imagination movers (i used to think rich was attractive lmao)
chuggington (loved the green train. forgot her name, though)
super why (my sister and i used to fight who was going to be princess presto bc of her dress. neither of us wanted to be red riding hood)
jake and the neverland pirates (i used to ship jake and izzy, hush 😆)
FLIPPING FRESH BEAT BAND?! HELL YEAH! WANTED TO BE KIKI SO BAD BC SHE WORE PINK
64 zoo lane (i think it was a british show but i remember it briefly airing here in the u.s.)
blues clues? UGH! cried when steve left 😭
the sprout goodnight show/good morning show? miss it ☹️
little einsteins was my SHIT! first introduction to classical music and loved june the most
ni hao kai-lan! yessss!
handy manny!
WORD WORLD! AAAAH!
sofia the first! (didn’t like amber as a kid bc of her attitude lol)
team umizoomi 😤👌🏼
did anyone else watch miss spider’s sunny patch friends??
OOBI!
pocoyo!! still love the theme song to this day 😊
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Rejoin 2 electric boogaloo 🎸
[WIP asks]
I couldn't decide where to cut this off so this is kind of a lengthy section from chapter one.
Knees cracking as he stood upright again, Toki waved goodnight around the table and made his way to Skwisgaar's—no, their—room. The glossy white interior may not look changed to the untrained eye, but to Toki it was like a Spot the Difference puzzle from one of the Highlights magazines in the doctor's waiting room. For one, he always made the bed in the morning, something Skwisgaar had never bothered to do. There sat Deddy, nestled between primly fluffed pillows. Twin bathrobes swung against the back of the door as he closed it, a pair of bunny-shaped slippers peeked out from beneath the bed, a set of phone chargers trailed over the top of the dresser. But most obvious was the other couple they shared the room with: the two guitars racked side by side.
He undressed and dumped his clothes into the hamper, peeling back the covers on his side of the bed and sliding into the crisp sheets. Curling on his side facing the door, Toki closed his eyes, pushing away thoughts of venue sizes and broadcast schedules and letting the starlit darkness envelop him.
The grass is cool beneath his bare feet, damp with dew or from recent rain, the ground soft and spongy as he turns to get his bearings. Overhead, the sky is a vast, empty expanse without stars or moon, but as he watches, faint sparks begin to erupt from all around. They rain down, a meteor shower, falling like cooling embers from a massive bonfire, and where they land they sink into the earth leaving smoking pits.
A tremor shakes the ground, and from one of the craters sprouts a crystalline spire, the flat planes of its four facets twisted in a gentle corkscrew. Another rises, then another and another, their warped surfaces shining like mirrors, boxing him in like a fun house maze. He winds his way between the pinnacles, his features exaggerated by the rippling reflections: giant eyes, pinched mouth, lopsided ears.
One of the falling cinders thumps to the ground ahead of him but doesn't burn its way through the soil. Smaller than the others, it cools and hardens, leaving behind an opaque ruby chunk of stone. He picks it up, no trace of warmth remaining in the jewel as he turns it over in his fingers, but an odd tingle races up his arms, goosebumps rising in its wake. He pockets the gem and continues weaving between the obelisks, trying to find his way free. He attempts to avoid looking at the distorted images staring back at him, but he reaches a dead end and another flash of red catches his eye.
Pickles stares back at him from the monolith's polished surface, his eyes blank. The reflection's limbs move to mimic his own gestures but the drummer's visage remains flat and unchanged. He turns, and the adjacent mirror shows him Murderface, his lips curled back in a silent snarl, brows cinched. He runs but disorientation sends him headlong into a wall where he thought there'd been an aisle before. He bounces off the cambered barrier, Nathan's piercing green eyes watching him scramble to his feet. Feeling along the glassy facade, he searches with his hands for a way out of the corner he's trapped himself in.
He stumbles when a gap appears, nearly falling on his face as he trips forward into another junction between spires, catching himself against the bottom of another diamond mirror. Familiar boots stand behind the translucent pane.
Skwisgaar's features are drawn and pale, hair closer to white than brilliant gold. The reflection doesn't mimic his movements as he clambers upright again, or when he reaches out instinctually to stroke a high cheekbone. His fingers meet cold stone rather than flesh, the barrier between them stopping him short. Skwisgaar raises his arm to match. His palm slams against the glass, the surface ringing with a high, clear note like a bell.
He screams.
Dun dun duuunnn! Lol
#wip ask game#thanks! 💜#seriously i want to have some of this ready for posting soon im just trying not to fly by the seat of my pants as much this time around lol
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Skyline Gang. Chapter 16
Prologue: click HERE
Chapter 15: click HERE
Chapter 17: click HERE
Three challenges have been set. Three challenges have been won. The teenagers have a good enough advantage. If one of them wins another then it’ll be a more guaranteed win. It was quite a bit of pressure when they thought about it long enough.
That’s why when everyone finished dinner, they all decided to turn in early for the night. After tidying up, they said their goodnights and started to regain their energy. The more they had, the better prepared they would feel for the next challenge. Candi shouldn’t be any different. However, she wasn’t curled up and peacefully asleep in bed. She was instead buried inside a pile of pink plushies that came with her room. She would do this at home too whenever she couldn’t sleep well. It always gave her comfort. She had woken up about an hour ago. She wanted to go back to sleep, but even snuggling up in the mountain of pink plush toys wasn’t working. It was starting to stress her out. Why can’t she relax already?!
I just…need to keep everyone smiling. When people smile, they have hope. We’re getting closer to going home. But when?
Candi thought long and hard about this. She’s happy because she wants to make other people happy. Aside from Dawn, everyone else has been relatively happy. Sure they missed home, but they got happy when a challenge was won. Then there would be worry and sadness over the ghosts showing up. Mimi’s reaction was more than enough to show how saddening it is. It took her ages to calm down after that. Sprout and Pip seemed to be okay themselves, but Candi always had a sixth sense when it came to people being sad. And there was also the stress of wanting to go home. There truly was no place like home after all.
Candi’s stomach suddenly grumbled a little. Being awake this early made her feel hungrier than normal. She had the urge to snack on something to satisfy her stomach until she can have a proper breakfast. This suddenly turned a light bulb on in her head.
“Maybe a big breakfast for everyone will make them feel better. Have to make sure that everyone is still smiling.” She pondered, slowly sitting up. The plushies around her cascaded off of her, giving the illusion that she was right in the middle of a crater. “Might not be able to do much right now, but at the very least I can bring everyone’s spirits up.”
Candi suddenly felt rejuvenated. She rushed to her feet and got dressed so quick that it felt like one second. She was about to gab her sweater, but decided not to. The shorter the sleeves, the more clean she’ll be while she’s cooking. Candi nearly burst out of her room but immediately stopped herself. She recalled the rooms being sound proof, but she knew that one person kept their door open. Being as quiet as she could, she opened the door. She looked down the corridors, seeing that the rooms were undisturbed. She beamed wildly as her plan was working perfectly already. Everyone was asleep and they won’t suspect a thing until they wake up. As Candi closed her door, Rainbow suddenly poked his head out of Dude’s room. Since Dude keeps his door open a little for the dog to get in and out as he pleased, he picked up the sound of someone leaving their room. He spotted Candi and barked quietly.
“Rainbow, shhh. Let’s not wake up everyone else yet.” Candi shushed quickly. She peeked in at Dude’s room, her eyes landing on Dude. He shifted in his sleep, but thankfully didn’t wake up. Candi sighed in relief, and focused her attention back on Rainbow. “I’m going to make a nice breakfast for everyone. Would you like to help me out?”
Rainbow was still for a moment. He tilted his head a little. Then his tongue flopped out of his mouth and he bounced a little. His tail wagged so fast that it was a blur of orange and white. He stayed as silent as he could so that Dude wouldn’t wake up. Candi grinned silently before she crept down the stairs and to the door, with Rainbow right behind her. They went to one of the larger kitchens so that Candi would have more than enough room to move and prepare enough food at once. Not to mention so that Rainbow can move out of her way when she asked of it.
Now what to make?
Something that everyone will like and nothing that was too complicated.
Let’s see…
Pancakes! People love pancakes!
Candi may not be the smartest, but she can observe things quite well. She’s noticed that everyone can eat dairy products just fine, and she noticed that they don’t have any allergies to the ingredients she’ll use. This was going to be a nice surprise for everyone. Some pancakes with the option of different berries, bananas and syrup will be just perfect. Maybe some additional stuff like bacon and eggs will be a nice touch too. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too simple. Just something right in the middle of both. This was going to be just lovely!
Candi set to work. She immediately grabbed an apron and was prepared to search the kitchen for the ingredients. If needs be, she’ll go to the other kitchens and supermarket to find additional items. However, Rainbow suddenly growled. Candi shivered a little. She slowly turned around. Her heart stopped as Dawn was standing in the kitchen. She stood tall enough to be slouching a little, just to ensure that her head didn’t bang on the ceiling. She wasn’t glaring, but her emotions were clear enough to anyone.
“Good morning! Would you like anything?” Candi beamed, trying her hardest not to tremble. Just keep smiling.
“I’m trying to dispose of you all. And yet you offer me food?” Dawn asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Doesn’t hurt to offer.” Candi smiled encouragingly. Keep smiling, keep showing kindness.
“You truly are a nuisance.” Dawn grumbled, her long fingers massaging her head.
“No, I’m just trying to make everyone happy.” Candi encouraged brightly.
“Then you’re an idiot if you think that I fall into the category of needing to be happy.” Dawn glared, floating closer to Candi. Candi had to give herself credit in not trembling. She was surprised that she hadn’t run away yet. Rainbow helped make her more brave by standing between her and the tall woman. He growled more as a warning.
“I think that even you can have a little bit of happiness.” Candi tentatively said, still trying to offer an olive branch. She kept as sincere as she could. She didn’t know if her words would have any affect, but it couldn’t hurt to try. “I mean, you must have had it once in your life.”
Dawn suddenly faltered. She stopped glaring for a moment. Her stance was less stiff and defensive. Her skin looked less grey, becoming a slightly pinkish colour. Her hands and nails started to become regular sized. For once her eyes were no longer cold. They were warm, but solemn. They seemed a little misty eyed, as if she was remembering something important. Something that she had once that she held dear. Even the darkness around her seemed to have faded a little. Her height also shrunk a little as her hair became less gravity defying. Candi watched in awe. She wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction. She expected threats and the cold to become more harsh.
However, as Candi was about to say more, Dawn snapped out of her state. She shook off the warmth that she displayed. Her skin became grey once again. Her nails and fingers grew in length, her nails becoming sharper than ever. Her face became hard as her eyes became cold and harsh. She stood tall, still leaning a little to keep her head from hitting the ceiling.
“Don’t speak to me like you know me!” Dawn yelled, her voice echoing around the kitchen. The darkness around her came back, and appeared to be more cruel and cold. Candi flinched back, her smile being wiped clean from her face. She stared up at Dawn for a moment. She really honestly believed that she was doing some good. She believed that she was getting through to her captor and convince her to let them go home. She really hoped that she reached the slither of humanity that Dawn had left in her. The change that Dawn had went through, even if it was for a few seconds, was proof of that. Candi had the small urge to try again, but decided not to. It was best to not tempt fate right now.
“Sorry. If you change your mind about not wanting food, please come and see me.” Candi sighed, trying her best not to cry. Sniffling a little, and with Rainbow parking himself right beside her, Candi went back to doing food preparations. Dawn lingered, but she tried to ignore her. She felt exposed being watched like this. She’ll have to keep ignoring it and focus on her original task. However, despite the excitement that she had earlier, it was all gone, dried up. Emotions can be confusing sometimes, so can people.
Why can’t everyone just be happy?
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