nah cuz i jus thought of smth..

kaulitz twins(together headcannons or full fic the amount of fucks i give are not even close to one) when their bf asks if they love him jus out of the blue like they could just be sitting down together and he jus asks the question not even lookin at em😪✌🏾

and ofc they finna be like duh why tf is wrong with u😀 this mf prolly says nvm and tries to shove it off as if its nothing like bro🧍🏾

HA not me thinking of tom panicking and heading to his phone deleting every contact(he ain't cheating or anything hes jus mad worried)😔🤞🏾

NO AND BILL THINKING HES NOT LOVING ENOUGH STOPPPPP ugh😞😞

u can add more if u wish man🥲🥲

KAULITZ TWINS X READER: LOVE

I WAS GNA MAKE THIS SAD BUT I FEEL LIKE I'VE DONE TOO MANY SAD THINGS RECENTLY

"Ah, here we go!"

Bill grinned excitedly as Tom placed a plate of pancakes infront of him, drenched in maple syrup and a slab of butter on top. Tom smiled at his brother, then at you as he placed your own plate of food infront of you.

"You better eat that. Do you know how long it took to make?" Tom joked, sitting down next to you as he took a sip of his orange juice, gagging slightly as he nearly spit back into his cup. "Bill what the fuck! I told you no pulp!" he chocked, coughing as he shivered dramatically.

Bill rolled his eyes as he stabbed at his pancake, glancing at Tom with an annoyed look. "There's nothing wrong with pulp,'ya baby." he muttered, laughing quietly as he watched Tom gag, face all scrunched up. "Pulp is nasty as fuck! Right, M/N?" Tom asked, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. Bill also looked over, biting into a strawberry.

"I don't mind it." You shrugged, giggling as Tom's jaw dropped, hanging low. Bill let out a triumphic laugh, taking a big gulp of his own orange juice. "I can't believe you betrayed me like this.." Tom sniffled, dramatically wiping away a fake tear from his eye.

The room was filled with the occasional "mmh.." when one of you tasted something good, or the clatter of glasses when you would put your orange juice down. The occasional scrape of the forks against the plates would sound commonly. It was..nice. The silence was comfortable, or at least for the twins.

For you? It seemed weird and strange. You felt as if..as if it was empty in here. You knew they were at ease, everything was fine but you just couldn't help but ask..

"Do you guys love me?"

You asked quietly, taking another bite of your food after stabbing it with your fork. Ah, now the table was uncomfortably quiet. Tom's hand stopped in mid air where he was going to take a bite of his bacon and Bill looked up from his plate, looking at you with concern.

"What?" Tom asked quietly, feeling his heartbeat pick up and his hands become suddenly too sweaty to hold his fork. He glanced over to Bill, but Bills eyes stayed on you, his mouth open yet no words could come through. You shrugged, glancing at both of then before taking another sip of your orange juice.

"Eh, 's nothing." You respond, taking the last bite of food and smiling as your taste buds rejoiced in the flavour. Really, Tom was a fantastic cook! Too bad most of the pancakes he flipped landed on the ceiling...

"Want me to take anything back to the kitchen?" You asked, grabbing your empty plate and utensils. They could only shake their head, Bill forcing a small "No thanks, babe." You nodded and headed off to the kitchen, placing the items in the sink. You turned the water on, grabbed the sponge, and whistled to yourself as you began to scrub the crumbs and sticky syrup off.

---

As soon as you left, Bill turned to Tom quickly, eyes big and wide. "Did you do something?" he whispered, poking his older twin in the shoulder with his fork. Tom hissed in response, swatting Bills hand away. "Why do you think I did something? What did you do?"

Bill immediately shook his head from side to side, becoming defensive. "I didn't do jack shit!" The air between them was quiet, before Bill asked under his breath, "Did you like, text someone else..?"

Tom's heart dropped, his legs felt numb and his phone in his pocket felt 10 times more heavy. "I mean.. I didn't text them." he said sheepishly, rubbing the bath of his neck. Bill raised an eyebrow, scorching over closer. "Who's 'them'?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Tom hesitantly pulled out his phone, going to his contact list. Bill gasped jokingly, scrolling through what seemed to be hundreds of people. "Holy shit.." he giggled, not being able to contain himself. He yelped as his brother hit him rather harshly on the arm. "Help me out here, Bill. He's my boyfriend too."

Bill sighed, resting his head on Tom's shoulder as they scrolled through each contact.

"Who's Stacy?" Bill asked, saying one of the many contacts that had a girls name.

"I dunno, some girl from a concert." Tom responded, clicking on her contact. There was no profile picture, no notes, nothing.

"Yeah...no. Delete her."

And so Tom did. Girl after girl. To the point where he only had around 20 contacts left.

---

You hummed a song under your voice as you placed your now clean dishes back onto the dish rack to dry. Drying off your hands, you walked back to the dining room. You smiled softly at the twins, taking their plates aswell as their cups and utensils with you. Before yo could walk through the doorway, Bill yelped a small "Wait!"

You turned on your heel, looking at him with confused eyes as you leaned against the doorway, clinking your nails against the plates. "...Yes?" you ask slowly, smiling softly as you saw how he turned slightly red, leaning towards Tom. Tom sighed, looking up at you from his seat as he fidgeted with his dreads.

"I just..you know we love you so fuckin' much, right..?" he questioned quietly. You chuckled quietly, it was cute how they seemed slightly worried and almost cautious to ask the question.

"Yes, of course I do." You answer, flashing a grin that they quickly returned, smiles identical.

It was the happiest you've ever seen them.

‘COME ON EILEEN!, [PART FOUR]

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader needs a break. Victor just needs her.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! This is a 4 part fic. AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is still in highschool). Gets a little hot and heavy at the end <3 no explicit smut, but a little bit of sexual tension. Victor pining for reader. Reader pining for a better, safer life. Some angst with a happy(ish) ending!

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR,

♫ “Oh my thoughts I confess, verge on dirty.” Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

You swallow the words burning in your throat. Why did you save me? They play over and over again in your head, but you’re rendered speechless. You already know. The dots have connected.

His gaze is still flitting over you, wildly. Despite his stoic expression, his brow bones furrow a tad, and you recognize the familiar sensation of concern. He’s in love with you.

What the fuck.

He has you pushed up against an alleyway wall. You reminice on what might have been- when you look into the glint of the streetlamps in his eyes. You still wonder- if it weren’t for Jim Gordon, would Victor even know your name? Or would he have found you in some other way? The thought makes you dizzy, a bit sick to your stomach.

Or maybe the feeling is coming from the bruise forming on your neck and shoulders from where Maroni’s goon had held you tightly. You don’t care.

Victor stays silent through the whole ordeal- you involuntarily flinch when you feel his gloved hands come up to push a stray strand of your hair back, revealing a dark mark forming. You swallow as you watch his jaw clench.

“I’m okay.” Is all you whisper- but it dies on your tongue. He notices, of course, and finally puts some space between the two of you.

A familiar scilence falls over. The distant sounds of police sirens ring. You briefly wonder how your life will be from this moment foward. No more school. No more Jim. No more fake friends. You want to smile at that, but you’re not strong enough. It all stings.

You briefly wonder what Victor will even do. Turn you back to Falcone? Swallow his feelings, push them down?

He fidgets with his trigger finger, and finally lets out a short huff of relief. You watch him recooperate.

“Good work out there,” Is all he says, voice forced. His teeth are gritted and you can tell he’s still processing. The adrenaline of running away pumps between you two, and you can feel your heart move the air of the shirt you’re wearing. You shiver.

“Thank you.” You mumble, and you finally feel the weight of everything come crashing down. Maybe it’s you being childish- but you feel tears well up in your eyes. You feel petulant in comparison to the strangley kept man in front of you. He has years on you, and yet you both are in complete disarray.

He perks his head up at your tears, and his lips part a bit.

He doesnt say anything, but you feel your eyes widen when he pulls you into a long deep hug. You feel his leather clad arms clutch onto you, and inhale deeply into your hair.

You sob as he holds you- head spinning. The scilence doesn’t ease your worries- but his touch does. In the moment; that’s enough.

The two of you ended up back at Falcones mansion somehow. It was all blurry through your tears- you weren’t quite sure when his embrace became him whisking you up bridal style- carrying you blocks down. You held onto him the whole way. He didn’t say a single word.

He finally dropped you on your feet when you two were in the mansion, an empty living room. You rubbed your eyes and felt the balls of your feet drop onto the hard wood floor. You could smell fire wood, and you glanced around- recognizing the room as a vacant bedroom.

“You…y’know, okay?” He spoke, for the first time since your walk back. His words sounded nonchalant, but you could hear the undertone of concern. He gave a weak thumbs up as he spoke, demonstrating.

No, you wanted to say. You had to carry me four blocks back. My life is fucked. I’m a fugitive. An assassin’s in love with me. My only friend hates me. Falcone wants me dead. But you cleared your throat, voice raw from sobbing and sniffling.

“Um. Yeah.”

He nodded. His thoughts were swimming like yours.

He went to leave the room, but stopped at the door. He turned around, finger wagging.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He scolded, and somehow it made you smile at the irony.

“What are you going to do, Vic?” He paused at the nickname, eyes softening. “You gonna kill me on your bosses orders? Or are you going to take me under your wing, make me one of your henchwomen, or whatever?” Your words were bitter. You mentally wanted to punch yourself. The man just saved your ass.

“…No ones going to hurt you.” He whispered, and his tone was genuine. It was in this moment- you wanted to kiss him. But the distance between you two was far too great. “Im gonna have a…talk…with the boss.” He muttered, eyes never straying. You raised an eyebrow. “You’re too important to kill.” The words were a double edged sword.

“Because I’m a good informant?” You questioned, tone still hostile.

“…Because I care about you.” Even though he hesitated to say the words, he still said them so casually. So nonchalantly.

Before you could say a thing- he walked out the door, turning on his heel. You flopped down on the bed, finally letting yourself sleep through your nausea.

When you awoke, the fire place was extinguished. You sat up from a nightmare. It was of the man you’d seen die some time ago. He’d taken the place of Jim Gordon- pointing a gun at you, choruses of Why didn’t you save me? ringing out.

With a start, you clutched the sheets. You jumped when you saw Victor, sitting in a chair, looking over at you. He was playing with your hair, effectively unsurprised when you awoke. His grip only tightened. You winced at the pull of his fingers, and a darker look spread on his face.

“Victor,” You breathed, “Hi.”

“Hell-o.” He drawled out, voice settled at a comfortable pitch.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“Oh, y’know…bordem. Lack of things to kill these days.” He shrugged it off, quipping. You rolled your eyes. He was in a much better mood now, it seemed. More to his usual, dry humor loving self.

“Your hand.” You motioned to the hand in your hair.

“Yeah, that’s staying there, sorry about that.” He gave a fake grimace, nodding.

“…Why?” You repeated once more, and he let out a low blow of air.

“You just don’t give it up, do you?”

You shook your head. Scilence befell. You watched his adam’s apple bobble in his throat.

“I…don’t want…you to…die.” He spoke each word slowly- as if he was unsure of the words coming out of his own mouth.

“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm laced its way through your words, and he shrugged. “I like you too.” You added on, in a whisper, and his eyes narrowed in on you instantly.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“Repeat that.” His voice darkened.

“I said I like you too.”

You only now realized how close your faces were.

In a quick moment, he threaded his hands through your hair, and pulled your neck back. You let out a yelp at the force. His breathing turned heavier as he buried his face into your neck- inhaling your scent once more. You felt his lips hover over your jugular, his eyes closing in bliss.

“What do you mean by that?” He gritted out. His voice was low, dangerous. You were scared…but you subconsciously clenched your thighs together.

“…I’m in love with you too, Vic.” You whispered against him, and it was all he needed to lose whatever thread of self control was keeping him sane. He pressed a gentle kiss to your throat, before another, and another, and soon enough he was licking a long stripe from your throat to your lips, which he captured in a skilled movement.

You kissed back, surroundings unfamiliar. He was the only person you could trust. He was the only person you had. The only part of your new situation that would stay with you. Yeah, your life might be fucked, but you’d rather do it in style. You’d rather spend a life time sipping milkshakes with Zsasz, learning how to shoot a gun, smelling the gunpowder and cologne on his clothes. You’d rather kiss him in this moment, than figure all of your shit out. He was devoted to you. He protected you. He carried you home. He was the only thing garunteed to stay.

You shivered when he stopped his movements, resting his head against yours. He let out a dry chuckle against your lips, and you felt the ghost of a smile on yours.

You don’t know whats waiting for you in the morning. If there will be a bounty on your head. You don’t know if you’ll ever find a greater purpose.

But you know Victor will be there. And that’s enough for you…for now.

go to werewolf fantasy is I'm camping. it's night and I need to relax for bed.... I start to touch myself. a werewolf is lured by my scent.. it rips open my tent to find me, putting on a show... I also am a big fan of being taken back to be shared by the pack 😇

oh this is a good one.

camping is lovely this time of year. just starting to feel like the beginning of fall... you book a nice, secluded spot near a lake.

you needed this. some alone time to clear your head. away from your responsibilities. the day passes comfortably as you pitch the tent, gather wood for a little fire, pick blueberries, and take the downtime to read.

you packed far more blankets than strictly necessary, and you think yourself very lucky as a full moon lights your tent enough for you to easily bed down and bundle up into your pile of blankets.

in the warm comfort of your tent your thoughts turn to desire. you think about thrusting. and stroking. kissing and grabbing and holding. you throw off the blankets, already starting to get warm, and grab a little vibrator from your backpack. you take off your undergarments and press it to yourself - already so wet.

you spend the next while working yourself up - but are frustratingly unable to cum. you miss touch and fucking and holding. your head is full of frustrated desire and your hips buck against the air. your cunt screams for relief, your core on fire. but still climax does not come. you start to quietly whimper and your mouth falls open in little gasps.

a twig breaks in the clearing.....

you pause for just a second. quieting the buzzing vibrator. nothing. nothing but also probably something harmless, like a deer or possum. you listen hard for a few seconds, then start the vibe back up. rolling your hips to find relief.

a rustle.... faint. just outside of your hearing. you ignore it, all focus on the task at hand. still no relief in sight for your dripping cunt.

a harsh, tearing sound jolts you from your horny haze. your yelp of fear and dewilderment catches in your throat as a towering, furry creature looms through the hole it rent in the side of your tent.

you behold each other for what feels like an eternity, but you know can only be seconds. it is back-lit by the moon, so the details of its features are lost on you.

your heart pounds as you regard each other, too stunned to cry out, thinking that perhaps this is the kind of wild animal you ought to keep very, very still for....

the creature bends down closer to you and you try not to flinch away. they take two short steps into the tent, tearing it further as they press in. you can make out pointed ears, a long snout. fur that can be made out as shades of light and dark brown in the moonlight. in fact, you find yourself thinking the creature looks downright fluffy.

a low growl comes from them, and you feel the hair all over your body stand on end. canine. wolf. massive. you shrink back to the side of the tent and their ears prick towards you. you can see the faintest shine of their eyes as they fix on you. you, still naked and flushed. the vibrator forgotten.

strangley, they begin to... snuffle. they creep closer to you and swing their head back and forth over you. sniffing you out with rapid breaths. they're barely and inch from you, now. hovering over you. looming in a way they can't help. angling their huge head and still working nose first at your pelvis, then towards your face. their warm breath puffs over you. they give a low growl. your cunt clenches.

they're on you in an instant. you don't struggle or cry out, you just comply. nice and obedient for them. they grab your hips and pull you in closer. you're on your back underneath them. you feel a huge cock touch your stomach and swear you can feel it twitch with need. the werewolf presses their face into the crook of your neck to lick and mouth and you cry out truly for the first time. so warm, so much soft fur. such sharp canines grazing your throat... your already wet cunt is dripping. you whimpered with need in the forest and this is your answer, you'll take it gladly.

they pull back from your throat and grip your hips so hard they could bruise. they pull you in further and line up their cock with your hole. they whine and keen as they twitch their hips forward, grinding the tip of their massive cock against your hole. you gasp and whine with them at the stimulation. they grind in harder and their cock slowly begins to stretch you out.

they go slow. you can tell they're being nice about it, somehow. some shred of restraint lurks within them. with a yell of pleasure and wonderful, perfect stretch the whole things pops in, finally. the werewolf yelps in pleasure - such a lovely, tight hole. they lean down, face back against your neck. they give a primal, deep growl, right in your ear. hilted on their cock, covered and pinned by them completely, they start fucking you in earnest. a punishing pace. theyre pulling out barely an inch at a time, grinding their cock further inside you. with each thrust you yelp out - lost in the sensations, hands fisted into their fur, clinging on for dear life.

they graze their claws down your neck, bite and nibble at your ear, they growl and whine and keen in ecstasy. such a nice hole to be buried in.

you cum so hard you see stars. turns out all you really needed was to be stretched out on big fat werewolf dick. how lucky for you! you gasp and whimper beneath them, the same pace never letting up. they fuck you through your orgasm as it lights you up from the inside. as your hole clenches down they let out a long whine and lean even more of their weight down onto your cunt. your hips get angled up more and their cock reaches as deep as it can go. your post orgasm high hasn't left you yet and you whimper out pitifully as your brain fully seems to turn off. this is the fullest you've ever been, the deepest you've ever been taken. it feels so fucking good and right.

you go limp and only the cutest whimpers and fucked out breaths escape you as the werewolf ruts into its new favorite hole. they lick along your neck and wrap their arms all the way around you as they fuck all the thoughts out of your head.

you are still limp and blissed out when they pull your body up completely. they're holding you fully off the ground, wrapped tightly in their warm, soft arms. you're still speared nice and deep on their cock as they stand up and lean you fully against their chest.

you're being such a good hole. obedient and pliant. your face is pressed into the fur on their chest. your body is being almost cradled in their arms. your cunt is stuffed full of their pulsing cock, still not fully relieved.

they begin to fuck you again, holding you and moving you up and down on their cock. cockdrunk and sleepy, you lean against their chest and whimper as they take your perfect hole.

they get erratic, fucking you fast. jostling you up and down up and down on their length. you start to feel pressure building in your core again. the werewolf grips you tight, claws pricking at your back and sides. they push you down on their cock hard and cum with something that seems half whimper half howl. you feel their cum spurt deep inside you and your eyes roll back with pleasure at the warm, full feeling. they continue to fuck you on their cock like a fleshlight with stuttering jerks as they ride out their orgasm. gradually, their movements slow and they sink back to the ground, carefully setting you down, cock still buried inside you.

you both slowly come back to your senses. they start licking and sniffing you again about the face and neck. you feel their cock soften inside you and with a groan from both of you they slowly pull out.

they flop down back on top of you with a huff. you find yourself once again totally surrounded by their warmth, muscle, and fur.

a twig breaks.... the sound pulls at your sleeping mind. a weight on you shifts away.

you awake with a start and notice that the sky is beginning to turn gray with dawn. you look around in bewilderment. the werewolf. your werewolf was standing over you, a pleased look on their face. and on the edges of the clearing you could see.... how many? two? three? more of them coming into view.

before you could truly make out the newcomer werewolves your werewolf swept you off your feet and held you close to their chest again. the other werewolves approached cautiously. noses working hard, bright eyes examining you.

you all left in a group, heading back for their home. your tent and belongings all abandoned in the clearing. the others eyed you hungrily and you got the distinct feeling that these werewolves were much inclined to sharing their prey.

Chapter 36! @gyubby99

Okay. Elsa was completely lost... she went to go find her long lost fiancé but she didn't account for how to do that. No one could see him so it was no use asking around, he could be anywhere in the world right now..... "Maybe if I follow the trails of really bad snow areas I'll find him?" Elsa muttered to herself before looking up and spotting a couch in the middle of the street. Well, the couch was being moved into a truck. "Hey what happened?" She asked one of the workers who was done moving the couch. "We don't know. A gust of wind just opened our truck and the couch came flying, hit a kid in the face," the worker explained. "Wow really? Do you know of any other events like that happening around here?" Elsa asked. The driver nodded. "Yeah. It's been incredibly cold lately so everything keeps freezing over. A few days ago frost sprouted out of nowhere and tripped me," the worker replied. Elsa smiled a bit. Yep. Jack was here. "Listen lady. It's gonna get really cold the next few days. Maybe wear something other than a short dress and heels?" The man stated, examining elsas attire. She was in a short blue dress with white 2 inch wedges. Elsa laughed. "Oh don't worry. The cold doesn't really bother me. Good luck with the couch," Elsa replied before walking away. Okay. At least she knew Jack was here. But now she needed to find him. Now that was another story... maybe she should find the kid who got hit with the couch? No that would look weird from an outside point of view. Ultimately Elsa just decided to wait out here. Maybe he'd come back? Who knew... Elsa just wanted her fiancé back.. after 300 years...

Jack had walked with North to what seemed to be an office of some sort. Jack looked around it was nice. "Friutcake?" North asked as he held out a plate with a fruitcake on it. "Uhm... no, thanks," Jack declined. North threw the cake to the side before cracking his knuckles and walking toward jack. "Now we get down to tax of breath," North stated. "Tax of...?" Jack trailed off before he was interrupted by the door behind him slamming shut. When Jack looked back to North, he was walking toward him menacingly. "Who are you, Jack frost?" North asked as he backed Jack against the wall. "What is your center?" He asked again, pointing to Jack's heart. "My center?" Jack asked as well, somewhat confused. "If man in moon chose you to be a guardian, you must have something very special inside," North explained. He stood back a bit and stroked his chin. "Here. This is how you see me," North stated as he picked up a Matryoshka doll from a nearby shelf. Strangley it looked like north. "Very big intimidating, but if you get to know me a little," North explained as he shoved the doll into Jack's hands. "Well, go on," North gestured. Jack set his staff down and opened the doll to find another inside. "You're down right jolly?" Jack asked. "But not just jolly," North stated as Jack began opening the others. "I am also mysterious, and fearless, and caring, and at my center," North explained. Jack placed the last doll into his hand. "Theeeeres... a tiny wooden baby...." Jack muttered. "Look closer, what do you see?" North asked "You have big eyes.....?" Jack replied. North immediately smiled. "YES! Big eyes! Very big because they are full of wonder! That is my center! It is what I was born with! Eyes that have always seen the wonder in everything! Eyes that see lights in the trees, and magic in the air!" North explained. The two walked out into the hallway. "This wonder is what I put into this world. And what I protect in children. It is what makes me a guardian," North finished. Jack looked at the doll in his hand. "It is my center. What is yours?" North asked. Jack looked down. "I don't know," was all he could say. Elsa would know. She always knew. She knew him in and out, front and back. He needed her now... so bad... North nodded and pushed the doll into Jack's hand to keep. Jack gave a small smile.

Call it a fixit fic, I believe Aisho deserves so much better. It's short, it's a little fluffy, what more could you ask for. Spoilers for Jojolion but if you're looking for Aisho content then you already know what's up

Keep on Loving You

Notes: SFW, gender neutral reader finally :)... I think. So much kissing and relationship stoof. I'm so tired

This wasn't the first time Aisho had invited you to his home, but today it had an air of trouble to it. Your boyfriend wasn't exactly the most stoic man, infact it was his nervous nature that introduced you two, you found his timid personality admirable. Strangley enough though tonight he looked worse than ever. It seemed like at the front door you could already hear the terrified pitter patter of his heart trapped in his chest.

Once he let you in Aisho guided you to his bedroom. You'd already have spent so many wonderful nights with him in there... Like always it smelt nice with a twist of something so uniquely him and...hazelnut coffee maybe? Some days he acted like he was addicted to the stuff. It set you at ease some, but not enough as you watched him nervously pick at his cuticles as he sat down next to you.

"There's something I need to tell you." He finally spoke, as gentle as ever.

"Yes Aisho?" You took his hands in yours, softly batting them away from each other so he couldn't harm his fingers any more.

He gulped audibly and didn't meet your eye. "It's a secret I've held on to for so long now. But I can't bare to keep it from you any longer."

Your confusion shown with the tilt of your head, but he continued quickly. "W-Well, when I disappear for a month at a time, I tell you it's because of work... Or that I'm going to stay with my parents for a while. That's, that's all been a lie."

A sense of dread settled in your stomach. This was going to be his confession to cheating isn't it. Aisho was going to dump you. In his house– his bedroom. He saw that look of terror in your eye. His own blew up wide with shock, as if he already knew what you were thinking. "It's not like that at all! Y'see, I have this...condition, I need to keep focus, but when I lose it my skin turns hard like a rock, and I sleep for a very long time... I can't move or see. It's hard to live normally because of it. It even keeps me from having a job or going to school, so I've been lying to you about that, too... I'm sorry. I feel terrible."

The guilt inside him knawed at his bones and left a ball in his throat. You'd always promised him no secrets between you two, but his true identity was something he couldn't tell you until Aisho knew the time was right. Like now.

Aisho loved you, more then anything. You stayed by his side throughout the worst days of his life and gave him an anchor to hold on to. He, really really truly loved you! So he let you think about it, despite how crushing your silence was. Your hands never left his, thankfully. It gave him the smallest glimmer of hope that you'd forgive him.

"Aisho. Hey, Aisho, look at me." He did so reluctantly, showing off his wet eyes and the lip bitten between his teeth. There was a new tremor in his arms, you brushed your thumb against the tendons in his hands to try to settle him a little. "That must've took guts to confess."

More than he wanted to admit.

"Thank you for telling me. You must be nervous, but there's no reason to be. This isn't going to make me care about you any less, because I love Aisho! More than I could ever tell you! And this, condition, whatever it is can't stop me from drowning you in affection!"

He suddenly found your arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. His body melted into your warmth and the smell of your shampoo and the way your body pressed into his so perfectly like two pieces of a beautiful puzzle. It was all so wonderfully perfect and he was frozen stiff in your hug. Your hand was brought up to his cheek to pull Aisho closer for your array of kisses on his jaw, each dotted with a soft "love" from your lips. His own chest swelled in uncomfortably warm heat as his love for you filled his heart. He twisted his head just in time to capture your lips with his own in a soft lock. And he held you close just like you did to him. And you both stayed connected there in his bed until the sun set on another perfect day spent together.

Between your dark green freckles and your scruff you look like you have a fungus infection. Your busted antenna looks like a chewed up pen which is just sad. And your sci-fi robot arm is not half as cool as you think it is. In short. U G L Y you ain't got no alibi you.

Strangley poetic and an impressive insult, thank you, I'm going to frame this and put it on my wall

i am BEGGING you to tell me about your poison experiments 👁👁

The short version of the poison experiments is that I mixed juices that I shouldn't have and gave myself the WORST 30 minutes in my entire life.

The first ever poison experiment was me mixing cola and milk, I didn't drink it however the unfortunate victim was my mom. She said that it was really bad. I did this experiment when I was around 12 or 13.

The second one that I remember was the Ice Tea mixing flavours incident! Filled half the cup with one flavour (forest berries) and half with the other (peach) and drank it. It was fine at first with an ok ish taste, the aftertaste however was strangley acidic and burned a bit. 10 minutes after I had the worst hour ever. Me poisoning myself wasn't intentional.

I repeated this mix but with two thirds of the cup being peach ice tea and the rest with berries mix ice tea. The pain didn't last as long, about 30 minutes or so. This time I poisoned myself intentionally.

Then there was The Soup Chocolate. I don't remember how long I had it but it said that it didn't expire, it was all melty so I left it in the fridge for a bit. Later I took it out and ate it. I don't know how I managed to poison myself with chocolate but I did.

There are a few other times but I can't really remember them :D

I want to break my back acting short for you, i wanna have a voice that sounds like a little girl, is that what you want?

I want to be different and strange in a conforming way, to not scare you off, with my frizzy hair, and my tired eyes, and my strangley fitting clothes.

I want to be her for you,

I want to have a nice smile, that I call ugly. I want you to disagree.

I want you to grab me and make me gasp, before you apologize and try to kiss me, but I pull away with a squeak, so cute! so petite!

then I come back to where I am, and who I'm in, I'm not petite and I'm not thin, I don't have long shiny straight hair with 3 waves at the end, no I am

a man

or a boy, something else, I am not careful and safe, I am frightening, I scare the boys away, I watch my mother speak about my father with stars in her eyes, and think 'isn't it amazing, how humans will love anything?'

Falling

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Summary: Cause Levi can't help falling in love with you.

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman X Reader

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Levi sat on a log, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together, staring at nothing in particular. The sun was setting, but he hardly cared to watch it, too lost in thought.

When Kenny had taken him under his wing all those years ago, he had taught Levi plenty of things. How to use a knife, how to make ‘friends’. Some lessons he preferred to forget, while others he latched on to as a way of life. There was one lesson in particular that he would spend the rest of his life following, almost religiously.

Violence is always the answer.

Hungry? Threaten someone into giving you food. Being held at gun point? Kick the crap out of them. Not getting the answers you want? Torture. Rip out their nails. Break their back.

That was the guideline for surviving in the underground. Dominate everyone using brute force. Make a reputation so fierce that only senseless morons would challenge you. Admittedly, it had worked well for him. He had become the top dog in that dreary, dark hell. Able to eat three times a day, wear decent clothes. He, Farlan and Isabel had survived well for a good amount of time. That is, until they had their first taste of sunlight.

In hindsight, taking that mission had been a foolish mistake. He had lost his cherished friends, and while he now got along with his cormades, it just wasn’t the same. Other parts of his life, however, continued to remain as before.

The surface may have lacked the unhinged lawlessness of the underground, but Levi still utilized his usual methods of living, albeit more legally.

In his years in the military, he had used his superior physical strength to instill fear and discipline. Cadets, high ranking members of the military, even the Queen often cowered before him in fear. Any other man would enjoy the thrill of it, reducing the most powerful people in his country into meek versions of themselves, unable to properly look him in the eye.

And he did. A part of him would always be smug about it, solely because underground filth like him, who had been expected to waste away his life, had managed to climb to a position at the top that no else held.

But it was tiring now. He had become so.. lonely. Everyone he had let into his heart left him. His sweet mother, crazy Kenny, his siblings in all but blood, Farlan and Isabel. Here he was, surprisingly wealthy and popular, but missing his precious people.

Alas, he would never let someone in like that again. The rest of his life was destined to be spent alone, threatening everyone in hearing range and dying on the battlefield. And, with a sigh, he accepted this miserable fate.

What he didn’t know was that meeting you would lead to him burning down his self established fate to ashes and dust, with his very own hands.

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Why you had even thought about approaching him was incredulous, Levi mused to himself. An exhausted soldier sitting in the dark of a room, staring mindlessly at the table. He had showed no expression on his face but still, normal people would have been scared off just at the sight of him. You weren’t, and that’s how the two of you met.

You had made him some nice herbal tea and brought it to him. Giving him some plain biscuits along with the beverage. He had eyed you suspiciously, not willing to entertain you with even a thank you. Your intentions had been unclear to him at the time.

What was a beautiful woman like you, even Levi privately admitted to double taking at the sight of you, doing offering tea to him of all people. Kindness didn’t exist in people, he had never seen it in anyone besides his mother and Isabel. So you probably had a hidden motive. Maybe you needed a favour? Or were trying to integrate yourself in with the higher ups for better pay? Or maybe one of those dumb admirers that thought they could change him?

Once you left, after giving him another smile and telling him you hoped he would enjoy the tea, he decided to dismiss all thoughts of you. He wouldn’t help you with shit.

He did enjoy the tea though.

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For the next two months, he began seeing you everyday. Not by choice, he told himself. He had accidentally made it a habit to sit in that room, all by himself, everyday, at the exact same time.

And everyday, without fail, you would bring him tea and biscuits. Sometimes there was a cake slice, or cookies, or even a nice meal, like rice with boiled vegetables.

He learned about you in that time. Your name, for one, which sounded oddly pleasing on his tongue. You were a garrison cook, tasked with making meals for the garrison engineers, whose office had been established right next to the Survey Corps headquarters. It explained why he kept seeing you everyday. A part of him had been strangley thrilled to hear that, as if the idea of seeing you everyday was something he actually wanted.

You never flinched around him or stuck around to talk to him for too long. Bringing him his tea with that sweet smile, asking about his day, wishing him well. You never made a face or took his obvious reluctance to talk to heart. His short answers and grunts, his crass language, they all had no effect on you. It was clear you really wanted nothing from him. No favours, no urge to get close. You were just being… kind.

And as someone who had hardly experienced genuine kindness in his life, he would let you continue. Besides, it was the first time someone was behaving around him without Levi having to force them. It was too refreshing for him to stop.

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Levi eyed the tray in front of him warily. There was a cup of steaming tea, some sugar cubes he could add, a few biscuits and two sandwiches. He hadn’t touched it yet, even though he knew it would taste amazing, much like everything else you made. But he was rather preoccupied, unable to make sense of what he was feeling.

You hadn’t showed up today. He had waited, expecting that knock on the door, your light footsteps as you entered the room, your cheery voice to greet him. Instead, it had been another cook. Levi had scowled as the girl had blushed and stuttered around him, putting the tray on the table, not quite able to talk to him, or look him in the eye.

‘C-captain I was told to give this to you-’

His irritation had shot up through the roof and with his usual impatience, he snarled at the girl, asking for your whereabouts. Initially, he got no solid response out of her, because she didn’t know. But in the end, as she made to leave, terrified beyond belief of him, she said something that had his heart inexplicably stopping.

‘Sh-she might be o-on a date. That’s why- why she didn’t bring it today. I think’

Now here he was, eyeing the delicious spread infront of him. Except he didn’t have much of an appetite. His mind was jumbled up, unable to comprehend why he felt so.. Hurt?

Were you actually out on a date right now? Allowing some shitty lowlife to woe you? He felt resentful, unsure of himself. It shouldn’t matter to him. It wouldn’t matter to him. He refused to allow it to.

With a grimace, he put his feelings aside and began eating. He knew better then to waste good food.

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The next day, when you came with the tray, you told him you had gone to visit your cousin who had given birth to a baby girl. The relief he had felt, knowing that you hadn’t been making goofing off with some hormonal piece of shit, had stunned him. He continued to suprise himself, by behaving like he had been possessed. As evidenced by how before you could leave, his hand shot out to grab your wrist and the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them.

‘Oi, stay. Let’s…eat together. ’

Your eyes had widened, no doubt shocked that he actually wanted you around. With a tentative smile, you nodded in agreement, taking the seat next to him. You carried the conversation, with him silently listening and interjecting his own opinion. Somehow, he had even managed to make you giggle, causing a warmth to spread in his chest. Before the two of you knew it, the tray had been emptied of its contents, yet neither of you made to leave for at least an hour more.

Later, while sitting in his chair, preparing to sleep, Levi thought back to when he had held your wrist. He marvelled at how soft and delicate you had felt in his grasp, wondering what it would feel like to have those arms hold him. Would you feel just as soft, pressed up against him? He could tell you would be gentle, he knew you possessed no mean or rough bone in your body.

Fantasising about you, and yearning to feel more of you, he drifted off to sleep.

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He hated being on sick leave. Abhorred it. He felt useless, couldn’t do shit. Yet here he was, on a one month leave and it was all becuase of his dumbass titan brat.

Eren had been practicing hardening in his titan form, but had positioned himself wrong. He had gotten out of the crystal carcass too soon, and the damn thing had toppled over the entire crowd of soldiers standing near by. Which included him. Most had made a get away with their gear, but Erwin, having only one arm, hadn’t been fast enough. Leading to Levi having to save him in the nick of time. And fracturing his left arm and spraining his right leg.

The doctor had banned him from strenuous activity and had made it clear that he would have to spend at least a month taking it extremely easy. His Ackerman bloodline meant that, unlike other normal people, he would be completely okay within a month.

That hadn’t been enough to stop Levi from grumbing or threatening Erwin or calling the doctor an old hag. Once his fury had partially subsdided, he grudgingly accepted that he needed the rest.

He had thought of going to live at the modest house he owned, which was near headquarters. It had been a gift from the Queen, for his part in taking down Zeke Yeager. The new beast titan shifter had gained all his memories and had been instrumental in them winning the war against Marley. Last he checked, Connie had been appointed to the Northern branch, his power better utilised there in case of attacks from behind.

Erwin hadn’t allowed him to leave, insisting he had no one to take care of him and that he would probably start doing push ups after resting for a day. Which was true. Damn that bastard for knowing him so well.

So here he was, stuck in his room, waiting on the annoying brats to give him food three times a day. There was a knock on the door, probably a soldier with his breakfast, having no idea they were about to be on the recieving end of his ire. And God help Eren if he was dumb enough to be standing out that door. He called them in, only to freeze at the sight.

There you stood, that precious smile on your face, holding a tray of food in one hand and a basket. He couldn’t care less about anything else, all he could focus on was the fact that you were standing infront of him. He felt enchanted, he hadn’t seen you the entire week he had been forced to spend at the hospital.

I missed her, Levi realized.

‘Good Morning Levi!…’

You began chattering, asking for his well being, handing him the tray of food. You had brought him a care package full of goodies, which included lemon cookies, his favorite flavour.

‘Why are you here?’

The question had been asked with his usual bland tone, but there was an emotion behind it only he could identify. There was an excitement welling up in him, as though he knew the answer already.

When you told him you had heard about his injury and had wanted to visit him, he had felt pleased and touched. When you continued on and told him that you had offered Erwin to personally take care of him with your usual duties, so that all the other soldiers wouldn’t have to divide the work between them, Levi was stunned.

’.. Since we’re friends, I figured this way I could help you out and.. ’

Levi took a sip of his broth, which tasted far better then the stale soup the kitchen usually served, watching you move around his room. Anyone else would have been physically hauled and thrown out the window by now, doctors orders be damned. Yet he felt okay with you neatly folding his blanket, straightening out things that he hadn’t been able to because of his injury, comfortably taking charge of his room.

For a brief moment, he saw a vision of you taking care of him like this in his house, as his wife.

As you sat before him, drawing him into conversation, Levi decided that having the month off wasn’t going to be as miserable as thought it would be.

And he was right.

Seeing you three times a day, enjoying meals with you, you fussing over him because you caught him doing pull ups, your bell like laughter that rang in his ears long after you went back to work, it all made him feel more then he could ever define.

Remembering you bandaging his arms everyday, your hands gentle, expression sympathetic as you shyly avoided staring at his bare, muscular chest, Levi decided he would have to acknowledge what he was feeling after all.

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Love.

He was in love with you.

Levi leaned into his chair, setting down the pen had had been writing with. The realization had struck him suddenly and he needed to process it. He had never felt so alive, so amazed.

It had been a year of knowing you, and without even trying, you had made him fall in love with your very existence.

He cherished any moment of time he could spend with you, and you often haunted his thoughts when he couldn’t see you. You were the one he wanted to see first after getting back from a mission, becuase he knew if anyone gave a fuck about him being alive, it was you.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to smile, remembering how you had hugged him that one time. He had seen you straight after a deadly battle, covered in blood and small wounds. You had been so concerned, grabbing him by the hand, dragging him to his room.

He recalled how you had been applying alcohol on the injury at the corner of his mouth, causing him to hiss in pain. Frowning, you had applied it more carefully, then brought your mouth closer and lightly blowed air on the wound to reduce the sting. You had either been too caught up in worrying about him or had pretended not to notice, but his eyes had defintiely darkened at having you in such close proximity. Your lips only inches away from his, a hand resting on his shoulder, it had been an effort to not tug on your wrist and seat you in his lap and starting something he had been craving to. Once you had finished helping him and had decided he was in better condition, you had hugged him, a moment he could never forget.

You were shorter then him, so your head rested on his chest as your arms wrapped wrapped around his back. His arms had a mind of their own, immediately taking the oppurtunity to rest on the small of your waist.

Breathing in your scent, burying his nose in your hair, he had savoured the moment. When you pulled away from him, he had frowned, not liking the tears welling up in your eyes.

‘N-never be so reckless again! I got so worried and..’

You had buried yourself in his arms again, silently crying, berating him for being so careless. Your soft form had been pressed against his rough stature, he had never had someone be so gentle with him, care about him this much.

Back in the underground, doctors often had to be threatened into treating him. He had always used force, but there was no need to use any on you. There never had been. And hopefully, there never would be.

Knock knock

Startled, he snapped out of his day dreaming, chuckling to himself. To think he had gotten so lost in his memories with you..you really had become his everything

Expression neutral, he regained himself and called the soldier in.

Now, if only he could somehow tell you.

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A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed this! Maybe I should do a part 2? For the confession? Does anyone want that? Constructive criticism is always welcome. My asks are open so pls send requests. Till next time!

Viola had invited Clyde out for a short walk in the brisk early winter air. She felt horrible about what she was about to do, but knew she had to.

"Viola, wait up!" Clyde exclaimed, "You´ve been acting strangley all day, what’s the matter? Did you get rejected?"

Viola halted. Realising she was quite a bit ahead of him.

"No, I´ve been accepted. And I got my scholarship," she mumbled.

"That´s wonderfull! Why would you be sad then?" he asked, having finally caught up with her.

"Clyde, we have to talk," she said, but didn’t turn around to face him "I´m going away in a few days, the university is an hour away. I think we have to break things off,"

"I have my father´s automobile, it won´t be a problem!" he exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder and spun her around.

"I know but, well, I´ll have to focus on my studies. I like you a lot but I fear you´ll be a distraction," she tried to avoid meeting his now tear filled eyes.

"Viola..." he whispered, cupping her cheeks.

"No. I´ve made up my mind, please respect that. Give my regards to your parents. Goodbye Clyde," Viola wiggled herself out of Clyde’s grip and walked away.

I saw a partridge at the zoo one time and me and my mom were like... why would he ever be in a pear tree...

my blah about Cr3

Crossroads three is the stake in the demon that has been... almost 2 years without Starfury events (or any tbf)

I wanted to start a new review post for each convention but  always seem to get back and feel like i've been hit with a freight train (is it bad I've missed Connui/Con Flu???)

So this is going to be the same stream of conciousness it usually is.

I'll start by saying I wasnt there for any guests after Lisa Berry cancelled, and strangley didnt have any cosplays, but i thre together my old s2 dean and went for it on.

So I spent the weekend helping out stewarding where I could and catching up with people, you could see the bone deep relief on the faces of the Starfury regs at being back.

From where I was I could hear the talks and it al sounded really fun (and sometimes blue, as per SF) but i've not watched Supernatural religiously since aprox end of s6, so i was happy where i was.

alien to me and rather sacrilegiously I was only able to attend Friday and Saturday party, i missed the final party and so wasnt part of the Survivors photo, but the two I attended were awsome enough to keep me going to Enchanted. especially when someone randomly ('m guessing) requsted Shinedown be played.

I know in the grand scheme of things i'm no Convention vet, there are still those who've been to more cons and different cons than me, but some things just make you feel like you've made it, and one of those things for me happened on the saturday night - I helped lead a con dance I always see one for the vets - its called Joe 90 and despite the 'status' i attatch to it, i'm amazed i managed it with my DCD co-ordination issues and didn't seriously hurt anyone lol.

When I decided to go I didnt think many of those I knew or those regulars I'd know would be in attendance, but stood on that door on Friday was like a whose who of Starfury minus a few (who i hope to see at upcoming events) One pair i was suprised and delighted to come across were Kai and Harry, serving cosplay awesomness as alway.

I later found out the duo had brought 'paint stripping' mead with them (morrisons own as it turned out, the non fizzy one) and I think i over did the mock-scolding....see.. Mead is something Ally (and me to a lesser extent) is known for, just like we know we can count on Taz (and Lou, and Gareth) to help us drink it lol, so I ribbed them both and I messaged Kai a link to Ravens Forge mead hall when i had wifi, and reminded them that if me or her were around, there would always be mead offered :D.

During lockdown i'd gotten to know two members of staff better than i'd done before, thats not to say i ignored them before and takes into account the fact w had been at a few none sf cons with them in the past..Taryn and Dean who are 'local' to me (Manchester) have become sort of addicted to a city I love very much (York) and like Taz, Ally and Myself, Dean loves mead and York is.. well its the best place in the county of Yorkshire for mead, even if Hull makes one lol. Dean however has taken his love of mead further than any of us and actualy started making his own, which he brought with him to CR3, apparently they'd made too much so I got a bottle given :D it was delicious but didnt last the first night, because, (and yes i know i'm a fool) for the sake of saftey i thought it would be best to leave anything glass with someone staying at the con hotel. namely Taz and Gareth, but they enjoyed it so i'm sur Dean wouldn't mind lol and it was better for me not to have to carry glass back from Birmingham.

one of my favourite moments of the weekend has to be seeing Julian Riching (Death in SPN) lighting up when I asked him about Murdoch Mysteries and then elbow bumping me (not sur eif it was just precaution or bcause my voice on the mic sounded like i was talking through gravil and Sean, Mr Starfury himself,  had to translate for me. SEAN OF ALL PEOPLE lol

I love detective shows and Victorian things and Murdoch is both (though I guess now its Edwardian lol) , and if i'd had the werewithall to remember I could have brought out a cosplay which won me 2nd place at the masquerade the last time one of the cast came to an SF, as it was i just wnt up and asked him his memory of the show, which was pretty sharp I have to say.

It was a short one for me, like i said i didn't stay for the final night (£££) bt it was sooo worth the time I did get there. I will not go into detail but the week previous had been enough to test the patiences of someon a hell of a lot more saintly than me, I regret that there was a moment when i let the other world (the rl world) slip under my barrier and cause me to freak out a few people with unusual and what I hope others would consider out of charactar bhaviour. Awesome weekend. i feel like i've been hit with a freight train and my voice still sounds lik gravel (Connui/Conflu).

Pictures:

Pictures taken on Camera: 577 Pictures taken on phone: 360 Selfies Taken: 5

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Chapter Sixteen: Watcher in the Woods

Another day, another post on our girl while I’m dealing with a fractured wrist. Times are fun and I’m avoiding my responsibilities. 

This is the start of short sleeve sweater Veronica! I love it. The checked black and white pattern on this shirt is stunning and one of the first times we’ve really seen Ronnie in a stand out pattern. Her skirt here is a simple black skirt, however note the small bow embellishments. It looks like it might have pockets, but that could just be a lighting thing. Her pumps are simple too, they seem to be made out of mesh with some sort of pattern in them? 

I LOVE THIS TOP! The navy. The pointelle detail. The jewel buttons. The short sleeves. I love it. I wish we got to see more of what skirt she paired it with... I’m thinking simple black with some pumps. 

The scalloped coat from 113 returns. We know I love it. 

Plastic gloves. A look.

Guys. This is a jumpsuit! Our girl is wearing a jumpsuit! I love this. The pearl double breasted buttons are a brilliant and completely in Veronica’s wheelhouse. This is the second time we’ve seen this blazer style of Veronica this season and I’m really here for it.  

Peep the drop pearl earrings she wears here. Love it. Again.

This is a LOOK! There’s alot going on with this dress. The lace, the cutouts, the mesh. Paired with a navy satin cropped jacket. It’s strangley risque for the setting. I mean, if I were to be having dinner with my boyfriend and my parents, I don’t think I would pull out the cut out front dress, but Ronnie manages to make it classy. Natually, the pearls are everywhere. She’s with her parents after all. 

Finaly outfit of the epiosde and it’s YELLOW. The last time she wore yellow, I talked about how it was her dissociating herself from her Mother. Here, she’s trying to get into the family buisness to really suss out what’s going on with her family. The change in colour palette is yet another link to her family through her wardrobe.

Can I include portrait Ronnie in this analysis? If so, note she’s wearing the same Ted Baker dress from 102. 

Total: Five, six with the coat over the top!

Ted Baker Count: Eleven, we haven’t moved. 

Tear Drop Necklace Appearance: Yes! We love an apperance of the tear drop necklace!

Favourite Outfit: I actually love the pearl button playsuit. It’s so different for our girl. Favourite singular piece however, goes to the jewel button top. I love a pointelle knit. 

hp update: chiristmas special event 2019

obviously this happened a few weeks ago. now i am nearly finished with random quidditch event 2, but lets not get ahead of ourselves.

the event starts with finding out that both the mc and merula have no where to go for christmas this year, merula because her parents are still in jail, and me because my mom is visiting relatives and not taking me with her. is this really a thing in the uk? like boarding schools-- dropping your kid off at an institution and not seeing them for more than 2-3 months a year for their entire adolescence. if i was a magic parent or just a UKian i dont think i would be ok with that but whatever. it means that when bill comes back to the school to fix the curse pipes or something he can offer to let me spend christmas at his house, which i accept.

he offers the olive branch to merula but of course she brushes him off, says shell have a better time at hogwarts christmas if were not there. i was on a bit of a hallmark kick when this was taking place so when bill asks me what i think her deal it i pick the “she just hates christmas” option.

so holiday plans are set but bill still has work to do, so in the meantime i try to decide what kind of gift i can bring to the weasleys on such short notice. i ask a bunch of teachers what theyre holiday traditions are. hagrid gives everyone shitty fudge. flitwick carols in town. macgonagall might join him i forget. snape, in a moment of vulnerability not characteristic of himself, tells me he enjoys a nice quiet snowfall on christmas by himself. remembering the snowing charm merula taught me last christmas, i decide it is possible to improve on snapes christmas idea.

i have a level with merula in the courtyard where she catches me trying to do a bigger version of her spell, and i convince her to help me. i cast the spell but nothing happens u-u. however, the next day theyre has been record snowfall in hogsmeade, and the train station is closed. also the floo powder network just happens to be down as well. 

oh nooooo is christmas cancelled?! it shouldnt be because bill should be graduated at this point, right? thats why Dumbledore is having him help with the curse stuff. if he is graduated he should be able to apperate. maybe not from directly inside the school, but we should be able to just like... walk through the snow until we get off campus and then he could apperate us to his house. 

i bring this up because this event achievement is stored in year 2. but if this is taking place during year 2, then bill would be 14 and why would dumbledore be having him help fix the curse system? also, while the twins and percy dont make an appearance in this event, charlie does and hes not supposed to be introduced until year 4.  

it doesnt make sense, but anyway, then charlie, possibly age 12, tries to save the day by flying his dads illegal flying car to the school without telling his parents. i get the stopping weather spells charm from flitwick, pictured below

and at some point and do it and it seems like christmas is back on. then, just as we things are looking up again, it seems that a part has been stolen from inside the car and it wont start. none of these magic people know jack or shit about cars or how they work so a “part” is missing is the most specificity they can give and its both funny and relateable. 

bill and charlie immediately suspect merula. they also accuse her of sabotaging my snowing spell. i dont think merula would do that last part and i am eventually proven right, before then dumbledore gives me a parable about a boy doing some shit i forget but the moral was that merula took the part because she had changed her mind about spending christmas with us and didnt want us to leave. she gives the part back, is reinvited to christmas, and then we all go to the weasleys house. 

the weasely house levels were very strange both because they were situated strangley in the layout of the game, you could leave the house at any time and be back at the castle, but getting back in was a little trickier. the flying car stayed in the courtyard and youd have to go through it again and be scared that the game didnt save your place. the other reason it was strange was because all of the younger kids are upstairs sick and we never see them. mom and dad weasley are just like lets have christmas dinner without them, half of the family. 

my reward for the event is a snow globe with a little flying car in it that gives me 1 energy per day, that absolutely does not make sense for the weasely parents to give me but w/e. merula gets a slytherin weasley sweater U-U.

overall i thought it was an ok event but also confusing. 

Last little bit of Oc Spam tonight

-Brazor is the second best fiddler he knows. He was beaten once and he's trying to find him to reclaim the best fiddler title

-Snoozy has a tendency to like being squished when he sleeps, like between Spadius and Jewel because it makes him feel safe and love

-ClaraBell is someone who keeps every problem to herself before it will explodes out at once and she has a breakdown.

-Joyce loves going to the beach so she can just stare at the ocean

-Tizzy is a closet pervert, only Joyce and ClaraBell know how dirty her jokes can get and how many times she just stares at people, she's not looking for food she's totally checking them out.

-June likes shaking when she's scared. That's because her hat jingles and it calms her down

-Spadius has a philosophy that the bad times make the good times all the better.

-Koko's first word was 'bounce'

-Eggy can't shapeshift well the most he can do is change on eye color and that's only for a short time

-Po has started sleeping strangley due to worrying about his father somehow coming back, even though Po himself consumed Michael.

-Jensen sometimes spends a lot of time washing his hands, even if they're clean hee just obssessedly scrubbing them

Part 3 and last of the Days of the Stardew Challenge (From 21 to 30)

Day 21 : Farming of Foraging Both. Both is good. I love having a good variety of crops on the farm, and I love psending time on the different maps to found nature goodies. Day 22 : Favorite Farm Animals I’m a bird person. So I’ll go for the chicken. Close second with the duck and Void Chicken. Then the Goats. Day 23 : Favourite place The Secrets Woods, and the Ice levels in the mines. The first, because I love the ambience, I love the tiny smiles trying to hurt you, the mysteries around the statue. And the ice levels because ... I love snow? :) Day 24 : Least favourite place The desert, the casino, and the beach. Yeah, I’m a snow perso, not a sand one. And the casino because I don’t like those places in general. Day 25 : Favourite Junimo How can you choose a specific junimo to love? They all adorable, and they all need love. Day 26 : Favourite Artifact All of them. I’m someone that LOVE world building, and EACH peace of artifact, of lore is a treasure for me. The Elvish Jewelry? The elves exist in this universe. The Dinosaur Egg? The Golden Mask? The Chicken Statue that seems to be the only artifact I can found on the farm, leaving no other choice than accepting the idea of “There were a Chicken CULT on this land before the farm” scenario. I need more answers Concerned Ape. GIVE US MORE LORE! Day 27 : Favourite Mineral All of them. I know, I’m not funny at this point. I love shiny stones, I can’t help it. But to give a answer, I’ll say the Emerald and the Jade ... because they’re the green ones. Day 28 : Favourite Monster All of th- What? That’s true ! Okay, maybe I love the Iridium Bat a little more, and the Serpent ... but it’s true, I love them all ! (And I love killing most of them. Sorry Krobus, I have void blood on my hands.) Day 29 : Your ships? OH BOY. Are your ready for a long ride. (I’ll try my best to keep it as short as possible) So, beside the obvious “Harvey is with my Farmer” one, and keeping aside the “My farmers are involved in the ship” (Which include Penny and Leah) : - Shane and Maru. They bonded over Shane’s first attempt at getting better, and actually got better with Maru’s help, but life hit him hard, and his got in the situation we see in the game. They are the supporitve buddies they both need, Shane for his past, and Maru for her work, and they love spending night together, talking about everything around a plate of Pepper Poppers. - Alex and Elliott. One is a tall and not physical handsome man, the other is a musculare, but mentally slow young dude, but both too proud to ask for the other for their problems. But they’ll found a time to talk, and they accepted work together. Alex keeping Eliott in shape, and Eliott giving reading lessons to Alex. But it’s visually hurtful, especially for Haley, to see both of them so madly in love, but refusing to see it. - Sebastian and Abigail (+Sam) not the most original shipping, but maybe the story is. When it became clear that Sebastian needed space for himself ... but that he didn’t want to leave the town after all, he worked with his mom to make a new house in town to live. Shortly after, Abigail came living with him for the same reason (Her parents) and living together, they reaslised their mutual feelings. For the Sam part, in my story, he starts traveling around the world when he became a band musician, and didn’t want to keep his room in his parents house, so he asked if he could use a spare room in Seb and Abi’s house. officially for everyone in town, they’re all just friends. But really, they’re all lovers for a time. - Sam and Haley For a time, because after some years, Sam started to feel the need to have a “proper” relationship (He still love Seb and Abi, and they know, and everything is okay). He didn’t really searched for it, but him and Haley “happened” one night, and they ... strangley go along together after that? So they stayed together. (I do have to mention that, in my story, Haley isn’t the ““same”“ one, and became the new mayor after Lewis. The all situation of their couple being a recuring joke because her parents we’re a politian and a musician too.) - Emily and Sandy Their couple begame a thing after some years, but living so far apart was hard. And so, they made new plans for their life together. Sandy left Calico Desert to live with Emily, and Emily left her job at the saloon to ... how can I say it ... a “I do a lot of things” shop. Mainly, she is here for the clothing and the fixing of said clothing, and Sandy runs a little flower shop at the same place ... but Emily also work with the villager to help them in their life when they have problems. - Gus and Marnie AUX CHIOTTES LEWIS (Like I could say in French, it means “To the toilet Lewis”). Give Marnie a man that will love her like she deserve to be loved ! And DARE to tell me this man will not love her dearly ! He joined the farm after they engaged, and Jas was happy to have another uncle (That could bake her more cake ~). From time to time, Marnie come to help Gus with the food for the events, and from time to time, he come to help her with the animals. They just positivly happy with each other, especially Marnie, after her experience with Lewis. - Clint and Mona (Mona is the name on the only named tomstone in the graveyard) and yes, I’m impling what you think I’m impling. I changed Clint a little too, like Haley. Before, Clint was a jovial, joking loving man, who fall hard for the lovely teacher in town, Mona. They started dating, they got engaged, they were both very happy, and waiting for a first child. But Mona got herself killed on the Qarry, when rocks felt for the moutain ... leaving Clint as a broken man. He isn’t like he used too, the isolated himself in the forge, working harder and harder ... secretly hoping he could make a mistake one day, and join her. That happened some years before the start of the game, in which he cases get wrose and worse. Nobody really noticied ... except Emily, who sense how something was off, and tried her best to help him. Later, with her help, and the farmer’s (Ivoire) he finaly accept to seak help for his mental issues. (In this scenario, he isn’t that weird creep guy over Emily. He is shy, and distant, and doesn’t know what to do with people, yes, but he doesn’t act like he does with her.) - Rasmodius and the Witch (Bellatrix) / Pierre and Caroline I’ll end with this, and I’ll keep it as short as possible because it’s another big piece. I know how, in game, it’s heavely implied that Caroline cheated on Pierre with Raspodius, and it’s resulted in Abigail. The witch found out, and left Rasmodius. I know this story, and I respect it ... but I’m not a fan of the cheating scenarios. I know it’s something that can happen, and maybe happen to much in real life, but I decided to write my own story instead, plus all the problems with this story to begin with that I won’t devellopt here. In the big lines, Rasmodius and Bellatrix, the witch, are together, but have very stressful job (They protect the valley from magical and monsters problems) and it’s starting to pressure their couple. Before the breaking point, Rasmodius asked for help from Caroline, his best friend, which happened to come to see him for his magical help too. (In my story, Pierre is sterile because of his past of Pro Boxer and drug user, and is too stuborn to believe he is). So whil Rasmodius helped her with magic to make sure she will have a baby from Pierre, she helped him by sharing some advices, one of which being “Take some time away fro meach other.” They did, and Bellatrix moved to the swamp. Caroline got Abigail (Since Rasmodius magic was in the process, that why her hair keep staying purple, even if it’s not her natural color). Some years after the start of the game, Bellatrix came back to live with Rasmodius. Day 30 : Your favorite Stardew Memory And finally, after all of my non sense up there, I’ll finish with a posibitive note. My favorite memory isn’t one in game, but outside. When I started playing, I found a great community that loved sharing their play, their stories, etc ... I found myself a very good friend with who I could share all my ideas, and stories, and who I encouraged to do the same, and she did. I found good friends who loved the same man as I did, in an one weird way. It is a very good game. Because this game made a wonderful community of people. Yes, there some bad apples in the bucket, but it’s a very good apple pie. Enjoy this game, this community, share your ideas, your stories, your art. Be free to love this game.