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daytaker · 2 months

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The Gang React to You Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day

And other Valentine's Day miscellanea. I'm going with MC giving store-bought chocolates. I know in some places, it's more common to give homemade chocolates, but I for one do not have any idea how that is done and it's not something that's common where I live, so I'm going to go with what I know, which is very little. Enjoy! (Mostly below the cut.)

The length of these varies. Some are quite short. I just wanted to put out some sort of Valentine's Day themed Thing, even if I'm almost two days late.

Lucifer

"How thoughtful. I don't suppose there's anything deeper I'm meant to read into here?"

He's so smug. Unreasonably so. More than you would expect. Yeah, guys, he got chocolates from MC. But his pride doesn't allow him to flaunt the fact. He has to just hope and pray people actively ask him whether he's gotten anything or where those not-so-discreetly placed chocolates sitting on his desk happened to come from.

Lucifer is very traditional in his treatment of you. When it comes to events like this, he's almost painfully predictable. He'll certainly have roses for you, and depending on your relationship, he might reserve dinner for two at a high end restaurant. And if your relationship is at a certain level, you can expect a trail of rose petals leading to the bed. It's kind of cringeworthy but he means well.

Mammon

"O-oh... Ahem... Is it Valentine's Day? Ha! I thought I was forgettin' somethin'. Heh, uh... thanks, human."

Obviously he didn't forget; he's been stressing over this day for the past week. He needs to get you something, but it can't be anything that's too cheesy or anything that makes him look cheap, so he's probably broken the bank to get you some sort of jewelry that he'll spend the next century paying off, but it's worth it.

When he gets chocolates from you, he plays it off like it's no big deal, but actually, he's so excited to reciprocate that before he has time to think it over, he's acting like he just so happened to have this expensive piece of jewelry on his person so you might as well take it for him. He spends the rest of the day kicking himself because now how in the world are you supposed to know that this was actually a very tactful and expensive gift from the greatest demon in the Devildom?

That, and he'll probably spend the entire day glaring at his brothers and the dateables from the corner as they shower you with gifts and attention.

Leviathan

"Wh...? For me? This isn't a prank, right? Because I'm not gonna forgive you if this box is full of tide pods!"

It's not full of tide pods, so all is well. He's so embarrassed to have doubted you that he tries to just shove his gift into your hands and push you out of his room, but it won't take too much persistence to get him to back down.

His gift is some sort of merch relating to an anime, manga, or game the two of you have particularly enjoyed together. Preferably something cute and evocative of the holiday. He doesn't know. He's never done this before. Why would he? Nobody would ever think to give him anything on Valentine's Day, so why would he bother with gifts? You do remember that nobody likes him, right? He doesn't like them either, so it's fine, but---

Let's just thank him for our gift before he falls too far down the self-hate spiral.

Satan

"I had hoped I might receive something from you today."

Satan is glad to get something from you, no matter what it is, but to be honest, chocolates probably aren't the best choice for him. He'd rather have something a little more heart-felt, that seems like you picked it out with him in mind. Literally anything cat-themed, or a book of some sort (bonus if it's a romance novel).

He's probably gone and done something stupidly romantic like buy you flowers and a book of poetry with certain parts highlighted.

But don't be fooled. Satan's favorite part of Valentine's Day is talking about its gruesome history, from the martyrdom of St. Valentine to a whole host of brutal murders that have taken place on the day. Catch him trying to figure out how to shoehorn the Chicago St. Valentine's Day Massacre into a casual conversation.

Asmodeus

"Oh, for meeee? You're such a sweetheart!"

He adds it to his enormous pile of chocolates, cards, flowers, and love letters. But of course, it's special, because it's from you.

He loves it, but... he's another one who would probably prefer something a little more personalized. Being who he is, he's a very popular demon on Valentine's Day, so seeing you put in a little effort to get him something with a bit of Asmo-flair would thrill him.

Beelzebub

"Chocolates...? This is the best thing I could have asked for. They'll taste even better knowing they're from you."

Well, obviously he loves them. He probably tried to get you chocolates too, but it doesn't matter how much he loves you. Beel's gonna Beel. The box is empty. He's shocked. He was sure he left some.

Belphegor

"...Wait, it's...? ...Thanks, MC. They look really good."

Belphie stares down at the chocolates in his hands, looking tired and mellow, while he internally panics because holy shit, it's already February 14? When did that happen? He doesn't have anything for you. He hates Valentine's Day. Why does it have to exist and lay bare all his inadequacies, like being a procrastinator and forgetting to prepare for things in advance even to the slightest degree?

Diavolo

"Ah, for Valentine's Day! It's a delight to receive this in person!"

Diavolo probably gets plenty of Valentine's Day presents from admirers (and suck-ups) around the Devildom, but most of them come in the mail or are otherwise delivered in an impersonal manner. So when you approach him directly to give him some chocolates, he's reminded why you're everyone's favorite human (himself included).

Also, you'd better clear out your schedule, because Diavolo booked out all of Ristorante Six for a dinner date tonight. Yes, the entire thing. Yes, on Valentine's Day. No, he's not worried about the dozens of disappointed couples who had probably been hoping to eat there.

Barbatos

"Any gift from you is satisfactory in my eyes."

It's kind of embarrassing to give regular old chocolates to someone like Barbatos who's a complete whiz in the kitchen, especially when it comes to sweets. But you figure he'd appreciate the gesture, and you'd be right. Of course, he will turn around and present you with a variety of immaculate, handcrafted artisan chocolates, tailor made to your personal taste. But sure, those store-bought candies you got in the heart-shaped box are completely fine, so stop stressing out about it.

Solomon

"Aw, thank you, my adorable apprentice! I have some homemade chocolates for you! What? Aren't you going to try some?"

Solomon tries to kill you on Valentine's Day...with love, obviously! But seriously, aren't you going to try the chocolates? He put his whole heart into them. And the hearts of several unique Devildom species. They're not toxic, stop worrying.

Simeon

"The fact that you thought of me means more than you realize."

And he means it. The fact that you thought about him, and when thinking about him, made the active decision to buy him something for Valentine's Day makes him stupidly happy.

Simeon strikes me as a flowers kind of guy. He got you flowers. Maybe some homemade treats too, but definitely flowers.

Luke

"Thanks! I got you something too. Happy Valentine's Day!"

Luke made cookies. They're delicious. Befriending this kid is the smartest thing you ever did.

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nycbabyjoey · 6 months

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Jinkies!

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids and your Patreon!

#ab/dl #diaper caption #ab/dl caption #diaper humiliation #ab/dl girl #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl story #ab/dl story time #ab/dl babygirl

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mysterycitrus · 1 month

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Hi. Your posts show up on my dash and I think you have good and knowledgeable takes. What do we do when canon is inconsistent and contradictory? For example Winick!Jason vs Morrison!Jason pre new52? Like W!Jason says child sidekicks are dumb and shouldn't exist while M!Jason had him go get sidekick for himself. How should we reconcile this when discussing the characters? Thanks.

id say as a general point of reference that consistent, foundational character traits can persist regardless of bad comics. dick grayson is an example - in taylor's run he's written as a pretty idiot but in waid's worlds finest he's portrayed more accurately as a neurotic overachiever, and both runs were being published at the same time. it's about reading enough comics to be able to judge for urself what u want to keep and what u want to discard.

there's also broader metatexual reasons for why tangibly bad characterisation exists — winick and morrison mischaracterised and villianised talia al ghul in different ways to the detriment of her characterisation. talia's writing was a combination of bad writing and sexualised racism. similar issue w roy harper — his history with addiction is rewritten and his autonomy is undermined. it's always worth thinking about why a writer might interpret a character a certain way.

wrt to jason, he's an interesting case because unlike a lot of characters he has an actual, definitive comic thats the literal foundation for his existence in modern canon - under the red hood. jason's had the worst holistic writing by a considerable margin, and so people tend to discard his appearances depending on their taste (green arrow, batman and robin 2009, the recent gotham war arc, countdown, botc, etc) but utrh is his backstory and the context for his actions. winick's jason, through lost days and outsiders, feels like the same dude and is kinda the "base" version of the character. we also know what winick thought about morrison btw.

i actually don't think most of jason's actions pre-flashpoint are absurdly ooc, because he was conceptualised as a bad dude with hypocritical morals. theres a lot of dialogue around how bias has affected jason's writing historically but as red hood it feels like a believable radicalisation imo - winick's jason could be driven to hurt others. thats fine tbc because thats what makes him an interesting and complex character, but the issue is that no one was willing to commit to rehabilitating him into the bat-adjacent, generally heroic figure he's now recognised as. i personally think that him being chummy with the bats is a lot more egregious of a mischaracterisation than him blowing up a high school. there's no bridge between the jason that gloated when bludhaven got nuked and the jason that goes to batburger with the gang. i need more than the writer telling me that they like each other in a text box.

but again thats like. personal interpretation. every character with a book has comics that’re featured on every reading list, and then its a matter of ignoring or recontextualising the stuff u personally dont agree with. tis the nature of enduring canon. the picking and choosing.

#idk if this is the answer u wanted but u have the power to make ur own party baby 🎉#like those pick ur own adventure stories at the bookfair #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics #batman #the ask and the answer

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metalheads-trash-bin · 1 month

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!! MORE NOTES FOR TROLLS FANFIC WRITERS!!

These consist of observations, facts, and headcanons :)

Volcano Rock City

Riff & rock trolls:

Breathy giggle, shy almost

At college for musical theory/art

Immune to lava - see it like hot water

Change in music doesnt change where they were raised w - (Pink heart, but diff style)

Volcano rock city arenas lava is now rainbow to show all genres

High fives show harmony and connection

Daycare in pop village - poppy teaches them the history of the whole world tour situation w barb as a guest

Riff uses air drums w drumsticks to dance w head bobbing when just chill dancing

Hard dancing is ofc what you think it is

Riff has three siblings, hes the favorite sibling since hes the baby. He spends time with his mom. He has two sisters and one brother. The brother is the eldest.

Food item: Fiber energy juice boxes

Barbs full name is Barbara

Creek notes:

Creek being creek “a little positivity would go well with that vest.”

Gets grabbed by chef

Chef forces creek into king gristles mouth

Creek figures out how to prevent himself being killed, calling out and gristle spitting him out. Creek begs for his life.

He strikes up a deal with chef. Through that hes taken out of the amulet for good.

Chef catches the snack pack, putting them back into the cage.

Chef pulls out creek, and they have the whole strangle moment.

Creek tells them he sold out everyone, showing no remorse so they dont try rescuing him. He even says to her theres no other “not him getting eaten” way, and chef agrees.

Instead of poppy focusing on the kingdom she becomes empathetic towards Bridget, turning back after being let go and helping her out. Poppy explains to the bergens that theres other ways to be happy. Then demonstrates that.

The bergens believe her, having a happy ending where they realize they dont need to eat trolls.

Chef gets rocketed out on a grill, creek in her fanny pack. She tries to eat him, the creature below them waking up. They get eaten by said monster.

“If poppy had only listened to you, if she took you seriously..if we all did. This would’ve never happened. If she just focused on the kingdom and not saving me, you all could’ve escaped and ran off. Finding a new haven. I know in the end it was a good plan..and lead to good things. But..she didn’t know that, no one did. You all almost died.”

“I’m sorry I never took you seriously, I’m..so sorry branch.”

Mount Rageous- rage dome

Bruce canonically listens to true crime podcasts

Jds canon in the sad book club

Floyd had a canon solo career

Mount rageous has an adult area called “the bowl” under the clouds

Floyd worked there doing modeling, playboy esque. Alongside singing solos in bdsm clubs

Teens found out eventually as gossip is.

Scarring under JDs gloved hand

Branch cracks under pressure after introducing floyd to creek, spiraling in front of poppy and sobbing to her about his feelings on everything. She panics and tries problem solving, branch snapping and then them walking away. They came back to eachother the next day, talking it out and deciding health wise its best to just be friends. They became platonic soulmates to eachother like riff and barb, the separation and experience of being together bringing them closer anyhow. Being in different levels of life just, cant work long term.

Creek says things like “Mother Destiny” or “Mother” as his connection to the earth.

John Dorys first thing when the gang separated was neverglade trail

Johns killed someone, he followed them on a hike and tried bashing their head with a rock. The person had a self defense pocket knife because of the wild animals. They slashed his left hand, john trying to push them off a cliff (waterfall cliff). Person grips onto his jacket, pleading for their life and how they dont understand what they did to deserve this, hanging off the cliff only not falling because hes gripping onto johns jacket. Johns gripping the ground, reaching for a rock and smashing their eye until they let go. Person falls, not dying because the water wasnt shallow enough. He runs down with a hunting knife, stabbing the guy to death. This was his first kill, only doing it so he could eat as he was struggling.

Edit: BY EAT I MEAN GETTING MONEY AS HE WAS A HITMAN NOT A CANNIBAL AAAAGHHHHH

Doug is the lawyer jd’s acquainted with at the bowl since hes the only lawyer that handles other species disputes.

Jd loves fish, especially fish sandwiches.

Notes on trolls three and poppy:

poppy seems super pushy and non empathetic to branch, literally appearing as if she cant put herself in someone else’s shoes.

2. She consistently tests his comfort and boundaries. Even being manipulative in some instances to get him to do what she wants.

3: it seems like she was more interested in investing in JD and the mission because they’re BroZone, not because she cared about branch or his trauma.

4. Yes at sometimes she comforted him and convinced him to continue with the mission, but that doesn’t make up for her lack of empathy simply because she shows sympathy.

5. I understand being a huge fan of BroZone, but some of her behaviors absolutely cross the comfort of the members. JD kept the funderwears for memorabilia, not because of some scent thing. Yet poppy’s borderline lustful reaction implies she would’ve kept them for that reason.

6. Sometimes she still struggles to listen to him, projecting her familial issues onto him and saying how grateful he should be. She was so fixated on the facf she craves more from her family, that she couldn’t even fathom the fact someone wouldn’t like their family members or have a more complicated relationship.

These are all of course little things, but they can build up and they can cause long term built up issues. It’s saddening to see that even if they sorted out her not listening to him, she still has a lot she needs to fix. And Branch, especially after all of his trauma being forcibly resurfaced, most likely can’t handle all of her flaws she needs to work on.

These all were brought up to her when they separated, she didn’t react the best initially until a few days later when she finally gained some sort of empathy and guilt for her neglect towards my brother.

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brummiereader · 11 months

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A Ghost Of A Man (PART FIVE)

Summary: Things take a turn for the worse when the reader goes back to visit Tommy in the abandoned building.

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes, angst, violence

For the past few weeks you had regularly found yourself back at the abandoned building. Juggling between work, Uni and the dreaded assignment that you finally got finished, you would visit Tommy most days. During your time with him he would talk to you about his family and childhood growing up in Small Heath. You would often ask questions about the Peaky Blinders and the war in France, which at first he reluctantly opened up about. You had spent hours alone with Tommy in the old offices, at ease enough to confide in him your hopes and wishes for the future, he in turn had entrusted you with his gold pocket watch when you insisted on taking it to a Watchmaker after seeing it was no longer working. Often giving the other small touches, a hand on his arm, his palm on the small of your back, you were both now comfortable and content being within each others presence, grateful of the growing bond you had built. It was coming close to the date of Tommy's brutal death, soon he would be going back to 1922. You mentioned it to him once, only for him to get rather agitated, quickly putting an end to the conversation. For now this was your routine. But for how long could this last before one of you got frustrated with the way things were?

For the past few days you had been mulling over the idea of trying to find something...anything that could help Tommy for when he goes back to his time. He had told you rather hostilely to not go looking for any information which confused you, did he not want to live again? Being rather stubborn you walked into work with only one objective in mind.

" Hi Janette" you said as you turned on your computer.

"Hello you" she said giving you a huge smile.

" Erm, i have another favor to ask"

" It wouldn't happen to be about that gang, would it?" She said as she started stamping a stack of books on her desk.

" It's the last time, I promise"

" You know anything you need for Uni you're always welcome to go and do the research you need" she said smiling to you warmly.

Not exactly Uni research anymore with your assignment having been handed in over a week ago, this time it was personal research. You needed access to the newspaper articles upstairs, so with that in mind you nodded and thanked your boss as you headed up to the second level. To say Tommy wasn't consuming your life right now was an understatement. You was no longer frightened of the man you first met instead you felt drawn to him, you wanted to spend every hour of every day with him, did he feel the same?

Upstairs in the small storage room there was an old computer, and it looked like Richard had finally started photocopying and categorising all the books onto it. This would make your research easier, the only thing was, you didn't know where to start. There was very little recorded info about Tommy's death, and you was having trouble figuring out what to type into the search bar. The folder belonged to Campbell so you typed his full name in first. There was a few articles about the arrival of a new police officer coming to Birmingham to clean up the city, but nothing more. Then you remembered what Tommy said about how he was hired by Winston Churchill. You vaguely recalled your boss talking about how in London they recently discovered some old letters of correspondence from Churchill from the 1920's, now part of history they were published online for anyone to see. With nothing to lose you clicked on the article and downloaded them. There was over a hundred letters, sighing in desperation you painstakingly read through each one. After what felt like forever you came upon a letter with Campbells full name at the top. It was indeed a letter to the man himself. Reading through the correspondence it talked about a certain someone who could be of use. And then you saw it, the now familiar initials T.S. You knew it was about Tommy, it was too much of a coincidence to not be. If Campbell needed Tommy for something then maybe he could stop the attack by Sabini and his men. You knew by giving Tommy this information you would potentially never see him again, and with that you felt a huge wave of sadness come over you. Brushing away a tear you wrote down the information on a small piece of paper and placed it in your pocket. The real question now was, were you going to give it to him? You had grown fond of him and your visits to the abandoned building, you had developed a closeness to eachother, an understanding of who the other is. Could you really keep this information from him though, forever damning him to live between two worlds?

Arriving back home you felt drained with the knowledge that you had the potential missing link that Tommy needed to save his life. Trying to distract yourself you decided to do something nice for your friend, your lack of socialism the past month was evident, and you felt guilty for forgetting everyone else in your life, you hadn't even visited your 90 year old Nan in nearly over a month something you deeply regretted. She was the only family you was in contact with nowadays, your parents who you had a strained relationship with, living far from Birmingham. Taking out a bottle of red wine you had been saving, you decided to drown in your sorrows as you waited for your friend to come back home.

" Hey!" Your friend said as she opened the door.

" Oh hi, you ok?" you answered sitting up straight to face her.

" Good, good. Surprised you're home feel like I have barely seen you lately" she said sitting down on the sofa kicking her shoes off.

" I'm sorry Louise, I don't know where my head's been at lately. I'll make it up to you" you said with overly exaggerated pleading eyes.

" Fine, buy me food first" she said with a small giggle.

" Already done, and here " you said as you passed her the biggest glass you could find full of her favourite red wine.

"Ooh thanks, nearly forgiven" she said with a massive grin as she took the glass from you.

"And i promise, any movie you pick i won't give a running commentary the entire way through"

" Deal, but one last thing. You come for a night out"

" Fine" you said with a huff and a laugh as you handed her the remote control.

As your friend started flicking through movies, you arranged the food that arrived just 5 minutes before. Handing her plate to her you sat down getting comfy as you rested your plate of food on the cushion laying on your lap.

" Found one" your friend said.

" Ghost!?" You said dropping your fork, the title in large capital letters across the TV screen.

" It's a movie about a woman who's boyfriend is a gho..."

" Yeh yeh I know what it's about" you said cutting her off feeling a little flustered as you remembered the story line.

"Hey! You promised you wouldn't comment" your friend replied as she pressed play.

Sinking back into your seat, your appetite now gone, you reached to the side table taking a rather large gulp of red wine, you was going to need it.

A few days later you had reluctantly agreed to go with your friend for a night out, as promised. Before you did you wanted to visit Tommy. With a heavy heart you had come to a decision. You was going to give him the information on Campbell. You wanted the man you had begun to care for to live again, you would never forgive yourself keeping it from him, letting him spend eternity in that dilapidated building knowing he would always refuse to move on. Deciding to get dressed for night beforehand, you picked out a long black sleeved turtleneck top that you tucked into a camel coloured high wasted mini skirt, matching it with a pair of opaque black tights and your trusty black heeled ankle boots. You loosely curled your hair and put on a modest amount of makeup. Tommy's pocket watch now fixed you placed it in your coat pocket along with the paper of information on Campbell.

" You look hot!" your friend said as you walked into the kitchen. " But early though, it's only six"

" Yeh I just need to pop out somewhere, I'll meet you there" you said as you put on your long black coat and headed for the door.

" Alright, but you best be there!"

" I will, I promise" you called out as you shut the front door.

Sitting in the bus, you looked out the window at the darkening sky. Passing by Watery Lane you thought about the old lady, you wanted to go back and see her. You was curious to know more about her and why she would claim to be Tommy's grand daughter, and how she inherited the abandoned building after Tommy insisted it was not possible. Twenty minutes later you arrived at your stop, getting out you made your way to the building. You would never normally come this late, the lack of daylight was making it hard for you to navigate up the old stairs. Once you made it to the top you was thankful for the orange glow of the streetlights beaming through the second floor windows.

"Tommy" you called out as you made your way over to his office door, which was unusually shut. Opening the door, you jumped back almost falling over.

" Boo" Tommy said in a flat tone, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Jesus Christ Tommy! You scared the hell out of me" you said clutching your chest.

" Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" he replied a smirk forming on his lips.

" Yeh well... Can you save it for the teens that come up here to drink their WKD. You said pushing past him breathless.

" WKD?" He mouthed confused.

Sitting on the edge of his desk you straightened out your coat recomposing yourself. Turning around to face you, Tommy's eyes widened.

" What the hell are you wearing?" He said brows furrowed.

" What? What's wrong with it " you said looking down at your outfit.

Lost for words, Tommy forcefully gestured with his hand up and down your body.

" Jesus Tommy, it's the twenty-first century, women can wear what they want. I'm going out with my friend tonight, I can't go out in jeans and T-shirt" you said slightly annoyed. Tommy's eyes locked on the visible shape of your legs he let out a scoff.

" You look like a whor.."

" Don't... don't you dare say it!" you said interrupting him as you pointed a finger at him.

Huffing he took a drag of his cigarette shaking his head still glaring at your legs.

" You know if a girl walked down the street like that back in my day she would have been.."

" Tommy!" You said, your eyes widening as you started to lose your patience. This was a great start to the night, Tommy's apparent mood becoming more evident by the second.

A small silence filled the room. You could feel his eyes on you as you picked at the edge of his wooden desk.

" So where you going?" He asked finally giving in.

"Just some bar in the town center"

" How long will you stay out?"

"Huh?" You said slightly amused at Tommy's question. " I don't know Tommy, until I want to go home. Would you rather I not go out?" you questioned sarcastically.

" Yes" he huffed under his breath as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

" Why are you being like this?" You said squinting your eyes as you tried to understand him.

"Just go Y/N, I didn't ask you to come tonight , you clearly have other plans" he replied annoyed, avoiding all eye contact.

Defiant you stayed seated. Ignoring his request for you to leave you took out the piece of paper from your coat pocket.

" Tommy I know you said not to look into it, but I think I found something that might help you for when you go back"

" Don't want me coming back, is that it?" He said cocking an eyebrow, a slight bitterness in his voice.

" Tommy... I didn't mean it like that" you replied slightly confused.

Another unbearable silence filled the room as you sheepishly looked at Tommy waiting for him to talk.

" I checked what you asked. The Garrison, it's no longer there, it's been turned into a corner shop, Tommy?... Tommy?" you said trying to catch his line of view.

" What is this Y/N, hm? What are we doing?" he said finally turning to face you, uninterested in the information you had.

" What are you talking about?"

Scoffing Tommy stared at you as he exhaled a cloud of smoke once more, his cigarette now hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Tommy, I think you should at least read it, it's about Campbell...I think it could wor"

"Just fucking stop alright" he said interrupting you, as his frustration grew. Standing up straight he let out a huff as he abruptly walked over to you.

" Tommy..."

" Look I have enjoyed your visits, they have been amusing" he said as he tilted his head. "A way to past the time, but now you need to go" he added coldly.

You stood there shocked, your eyes full of confusion. Why was he acting like this? Everything had been going fine. His hurtful words piercing you like a knife, you found your anger against him building up inside, about to burst at any given moment.

" What the fuck!" You said angrily as you pushed him away from you." I just told you that I have found something that may help you and then you tell me that this has all been a game for you" you said throwing the piece of paper at him." Amusing? Is that all I have been to you, a way to past the time as you said. You're lying Tommy".

"Stop Y/N" he warned you, pointing a finger at you as you approached him, so close your bodies were almost touching.

" What is wrong with you? Is this how you treated everyone. Use them, then discard them when you got bored. Like you did with the old lady on Watery Lane? For weeks I have convinced myself that you was more than the man I read about in those files, but you're just an angry sad bitter ghost of yourself" you replied your voice raising with each sentence, tears starting to fill your eyes.

"ENOUGH!" he shouted at you making you stumble as your back hit the wall.

" You've given up" you said tears now streaming down your cheeks. " You're a coward Thomas Shelby" you added as you clutched your arms around your stomach trying to comfort yourself.

" What the fuck did you just call me eh?" He said grabbing you by both your arms, pushing you back against the wall. " A fucking coward!" he fumed, his eyes now black, full of an anger that you had never seen before. The room suddenly getting colder...darker, you was petrified, his grip on your arms tightening.

" I'm not the one too afraid to live their fucking life" he seethed, as you looked down at the whites of his knuckles.

" You are afraid Tommy, afraid to move on... afraid to live again, what...who, are you waiting for? You sobbed.

His eyes narrowed at you as his squeeze got tighter.

"Tommy you're hurting me" you cried looking at his hold on you.

" You're just a stupid girl, bored with your own life. Why do you come here, hm? To fucking taunt me is that it, I think you like games too Y/N" he said clenching his jaw as he watched streams of tears fall down your cheeks. With little courage you had left, you looked up into his angry eyes, pleading him with unspoken words to let go of you. Suddenly snapping out of his anger Tommy looked down at his vicelike grip on your arms and let go stumbling back as he pushed your arm's away from him.

For a moment all you did was look at him, tears burning your skin, you was in utter shock. Tommy could barely look at you. Pushing past him you grabbed the paper you gave him out his hand and ran out the door not looking back. Just as you did you heard him call out after you.

"Y/N" he said quietly, shame riddled in his voice, as he sheepishly brushed his hand over the top of his head.

Ignoring him you ran down the stairs and out onto the street. You had just been a fun game to him. Just an amusement. What made him get so angry? His demeanor changed so quickly, you had never seen him so furious, not even the first time you encountered him in his office did he look like that. Were your words too much of a bitter pill for him to swallow? Or was Tommy the first one to inevitably crack, becoming too frustrated with the scenario you both found yourselves in?

Walking to the bus stop trembling from the cold air, your tears sticking to your checks you checked the times with blurry eyes. Realising you had missed the bus and with no one around to ask directions, you started walking the route back home. Alone in the dark, the cold chill of February numbing your hands you walked and walked the only thing on your mind, Tommy.

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you realised you had walked onto Watery Lane. Slowly making your way down the street you stopped at the old ladies house, the warm light of her window welcoming you in. You approached her door and knocked twice. A few minutes later, she opened her front door and greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hello dear"

NEXT PART

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bvtbxtch · 6 months

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Let Me Love You | Eddie Munson

Day Eight of Kinktober

Summary: Eddie comes over to nurse you back to health after catching a cold.

wc: ~1.9k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pet names, no use of Y/N, Friends to lovers, kissing, sickness (reader has a cold), although this story is tame, my blog is 18+ so MDNI!!!

In collaboration with the lovely @darknesseddiem. Stay tuned for the latter part of October for their stories!!

You had been looking forward to this Friday since you got the invite. You had hung out with Robin and Steve before, and you of course had attended the past few weeks of Hellfire club, but you were excited to get an official invite, by Eddie of all people. But when you woke up that morning, you felt the sensation of molten lava behind your eyes. Your ears were plugged and you could hear a shrill ringing. When you sat yourself up in your bed, you moaned loudly. Your head felt like it was going to explode. You thought you would miss school to sleep this cold off so you could go to your inaugural group-hangout. You shuffled to the bathroom in search of some relief, took a big swig of cough syrup (with a wince) and laid yourself back into bed, in hopes that you were going to wake up a new person… what wishful thinking that was.

The shrill tone of your phone jolted you awake. Your new place of respite being the couch, surrounded by half drank cups of tea and an empty bowl of soup. All of your last ditch efforts to feel human again failed miserably, the only relief you feel from your fever is the one leg sticking out of your comforter. You trudged your way to the phone with a groan and a sniffle.

“H-hello?” you croaked.

“Hey champ - woah you sound awful!” a boisterous voice greeted you. You couldn’t help but crack a smile as Eddie interrogated you from the payphone at Hawkins high. “Wanted to check in on you because I didn’t see you at lunch or in History, but I can hear why… you okay?” Eddie’s shoulders were by his ears, why was he so nervous to call you?

Calls between you and Eddie were not unwelcome, but definitely not routine. He had requested your phone number when you joined Hellfire in case he needed to call you about upcoming campaigns. As much of a unorganized slob Eddie could be, he had every member’s phone number written neatly on chart paper in the front of his DM book. His DnD setup was his pride and joy. He had called you a few times before to talk about secret messages your Drow Bard could decipher. Oddly enough, you felt your heart in your stomach every time he called you…

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m okay ish. I think I have a head cold.” You sniffle, words being muddled by the phlegm in your sinuses. “I hate to bail on movie night with the gang last minute, but I think I better stay home.” You were worried you were going to ruin your chances to infiltrate the gang of teens you so desperately wanted to be friends with.

“What’re the symptoms, kid?” Eddie asked in a terrible rendition of a transatlantic accent.

“Well, Dr. Munson… I have a fever, headache and I can’t breathe out of my nose.” you giggle.

“Shit… looks like we’re gonna have to put you down” he joked. His shoulders relaxing as he took a deep breath out. “I’m really sorry you’re feeling so shit, champ.” The nickname rang through your ears like a sweet symphony. Eddie had a really great way of making you feel special, even though your friendship was still budding.

“No, I’m sorry I’m not going to be there. I was really looking forward to it.” He can sense the genuine disappointment in your voice.

“Well, I’m not gonna lie I’m pretty bummed, and the gang will be too, but there’s gonna be other times!!” Eddie cooed. You wished you could wave a magic wand and make yourself feel better. You wanted to be friends, you wanted to be included so badly. You said your goodbyes to Eddie and he hung up the phone with a saccharine sweet ‘get well soon, sweetheart’ that left you smiling in your kitchen for what felt like an hour after you put the phone receiver back on the wall. Disappointed with the foul return of silence, you curled yourself back up on the couch and turned on the TV to a rerun of Match Game. It was no time at all until the clapping and laughing on the TV lulled you back to sleep. When you woke up, you were met with a setting sun and a rumbling tummy, but your body was too tired to pull you off the couch to the kitchen.

You aimlessly flicked channels until you were interrupted by a rhythmic knock on your front door. You looked at the clock on the wall. It's 6:45… your parents were out of town and all of your friends were at Eddie’s trailer for movies. You tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole. Your eyes grew twice in size when you saw a familiar head of curls and big brown eyes. Eddie had a large paper bag under his arm. You swung open the door, a bewildered smile plastered on your face.

“Eddie! What are you doing here?” You beamed. Even though your eyes were sunken in, your face was pale and your nose was bright red, you were glowing. Eddie greeted you with an ear splitting grin.

“Well can’t have a movie night without the movie superstar, so I thought I’d bring the movie night to you.” he winked. “Plus, I brought reinforcements” he smirked as he jiggled the bag he was holding. You stepped aside and let him slide through the door. He took in your small living room with a smile. Pictures of your grade school portraits hung on the wall, different poses with you and your parents with different states in the backgrounds rested neatly on a bookshelf. The couch was decorated with scatterings of tissue and blankets. You scurried past him to bundle up the kleenex and ran to the kitchen to discard them. You hurried back to your guest.

“I’m really sorry about the mess,” you babbled, scrambling to pick up rogue dishes and napkins. Eddie grabbed your shoulders to stop you and grabbed the dishes out of your hand.

“It’s all good, champ. You aren’t feeling good.” he sauntered into your kitchen like he owned the place. “Plus, your house is a mansion compared to mine… even when it is messy.” He turned to wink at you and placed the dishes in the sink. He came back to the living room to your small coffee table where he had put down the mysterious paper bag. It was so full, it barely stood up on its own. You lowered yourself onto the couch and Eddie joined you. He grabbed for the bag, pulling out his wares full of Family Video tapes and various bags of chips.

“I didn’t know which kind of chips you liked, so I bought 3 different kinds. Plus, I heard sour patch kids are really good for sore throats.” Eddie giggled as he continued to organize your snacks. “Oh! And nothing makes a cold better than homemade chicken noodle soup.” You laughed with your whole chest as Eddie pulled out a can of Campbell’s soup out of the bag. You felt like you could cry, none of your friends had ever put this much thought into making you feel better. Eddie looked back at you with his signature crooked smile. You thought that he was handsome enough, but he was quickly proving that he was just as beautiful on the inside, if not more.

“You lay back down and get yourself comfortable. I’ll get the movie set up and go make you some soup.” Eddie made himself at home in your house quickly. He maneuvered around your small kitchen with ease and before you knew it, you could smell the faint saltiness of soup cooking on the stove. You and Eddie sat on the couch comfortably, soup steaming on your coffee table and the foreboding melody of the Shining playing on your TV. You had barely made it to Danny meeting Halloran and you had been lulled to sleep, head slumping forward. Eddie had been glancing over to you periodically, his smirk plastered to his face as he watched you fall into your slumber. When you slumped over, Eddie timidly placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. Your tired body happily obliged him. Everything about this evening had just felt right. You let your head lull onto Eddie’s chest, letting his pounding heartbeat guide you into a deeper sleep.

Darkness had swept through your house. You opened your eyes to the fuzzy static of the stopped VCR on your TV. You were welcomed back to consciousness with the feeling of Eddie’s chest rising and falling and the soft snores coming from his mouth. You stretch your arms and legs with a small groan, not wanting to wake the sleeping metalhead next to you. You turned your head to look at the clock. 1:24 am. Shit.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie rasped. His voice was small and low, you felt your heart melt.

“Yeah, we must have fallen asleep. I’m sorry” You croaked. You were scared to admit to hin, but sleeping on Eddie made you feel much better than wallowing by yourself all night.

“Hey, what are you sorry for?” Eddie cupped your cheek to pull your gaze to his. “I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday night any other way.”

Eddie’s eyes glimmered in a way that made your heart flutter. He looked at you with such adoration, you felt confused and excited. That isn’t how friends looked at each other; but if you were being honest with yourself, you would rather Eddie look at you the way he was forever. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered to your lips as he licked his own. A flash of nervousness basked his face and you sat yourself up to look at him properly.

“Can I tell you something?” Eddie whispered, his eyes glued to where his ringed fingers toyed with the frays of his jeans. You nodded your head at him.

“Before I called you, I was hoping that all the others were going to cancel on movie night, or that you could stay later than everyone else so I could get some time alone with you.” His pale cheeks dusted pink. You felt your heart begin to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t help the shy smile that grew on your face.

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie exhaled. His nerves left him when he took the chance to look up at you. You radiated reassurance and excitement, making it now impossible for him to take his eyes off of you. He leaned himself closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie gulped. He felt like you were taking all the air out of his lungs. You nodded at him, your glassy eyes drowning in him. Eddie softly pressed his lips to yours. He was cautious, he didn’t want to scare you off, but everything about kissing you was exactly what Eddie thought it would be. Your lips were soft, even though they were slightly chapped, and they fit perfectly on his. His hand came up to cup your cheek; he was desperate to show you how much he liked you. You pulled away from him suddenly, your eyes full of guilt and nerves. Eddie’s face matched yours immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned you. His mind immediately went fuzzy. He took it too far and now you’re going to push him away.

“Eddie. I’m gonna get you sick!” you sniffled. The boy let out a chesty laugh and pulled you into his lap.“Well, then it will be your turn to take care of me next week.”

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raeynbowboi · 6 months

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Mystery Inc as a DnD Party

I figured as long as we're still in the vicinity of spooky season, I'd build everyone's favorite gang of teenage mystery solvers as a collective unit. Pulling from their group dynamic to come up with a party roster that will give everyone in the party a designated role.

FRED JONES

PALADIN || OATH OF THE CROWN

INVESTIGATOR BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion

Freddie is the dimwitted but lovable himbo leader of the team. He's also the muscle, except in moments of athletic skill, when he's outshined by Daphne. His backstory isn't always consistent, but he's usually a jock of some sort. He's not usually all that book smart, but he has a good heart, and inspires his team to success. Paladins who swear an Oath to the Crown hold law and justice above all else, and Fred usually enjoys catching the bad guys and seeing justice served.

DAPHNE BLAKE

BARD || COLLEGE OF LORE

NOBLE BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Acrobatics, Deception, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion, Sleight of Hand, Performance

As surprising a choice as this might seem, Bard is actually a very appropriate choice for Daphne. Modern Daphne is the most supportive and emotionally intelligent member of the group. From What’s New Scooby-Doo? to Be Cool, Scooby-Doo, Daphne has become the emotional powerhouse of the group. Sensing when her friends are off their game, and offering sage advice to her friends when they need it. She’s also become a very creative girl, skilled in singing, dancing, fashion, design, and more. She’s grown to be the group’s resident skill monkey, almost on par with Velma’s uncanny encyclopedic knowledge on all brainy subjects. If a lock needs picking or the gang needs to get out of a trap, you can count on Daphne to have a nail file, bobby pin, or something else on her person to save the day. She's typically also the face of the group when it's not Fred, meaning she's going to want high Dexterity and Charisma. I chose Lore because Daphne is a reporter in Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island and this is the only real career she's ever had. A lore bard is basically a more magical reporter, and singing the tale of her group's mysterious endeavors.

VELMA DINKLEY

ARTIFICER || ARTILLERIST

SAGE BACKGROUND

Skills: Arcana, History, Investigation, Nature

Velma was the most debatable one for me, as she could be a wizard or an artificer. And I was really leaning toward Wizard, but I had to stay true to Velma's character. She's been a tinkerer and a gadgeteer for a long time now. Velma is absolutely fascinated by robotics. But while Velma in our world can handwave superstitious nonsense, in a world with gods, demons, and real ghosts, I could absolutely see Velma using her knowledge to become a powerful wizard. I even considered the Knowledge Domain Cleric because it's basically designed to be a magical detective, and if Velma was going to worship a deity, it'd be a god of knowledge and reading. Ultimately, I did choose Artificer as it was more in-line with her base character as a skeptic and a scientist, but she would work as a Wizard. Plus, as is, Daphne is the only full-caster in the party.

NORVILLE "SHAGGY" ROGERS

RANGER || CONCLAVE OF THE BEAST MASTER

GUILD ARTISAN BACKGROUND || COOKS & BAKERS

Skills: Animal Handling, Investigation, Stealth, Survival

No surprises here, Shaggy and Scooby are a bonded pair, and the two were going to be joined to each other one way or another. Scooby is technically a Beast of the Land, and there's no Great Dane stat block, so call him a Mastiff if you need to. You can't really build Scooby by himself per se. There's no dog race unless you go Custom Lineage or something, and even then, I'd struggle to assign Scooby a class as he's mostly an animal sidekick. Make sure Shaggy picks up Cooks Untensils and proficiency with them so he can become the party's designated camp chef.

Ultimately, I'm happy with how the team turned out. Fred's the tanky and bulky frontliner, Velma can use her robotics to help solve mysteries, Daphne is the face on top of having so many skills, and Shaggy works with Scooby. Inadvertently, they're also all classes with access to healing spells. So, while I suspect Daphne being the sole full caster will probably assume primary role of group healer, everyone is capable of healing each other up. Making this a great group of supportive friends taking care of each other.

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screamdream3828 · 1 year

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First time prompt with Quinn Bailey and fem!Reader:

Both are in a romantic relationship together and have discussed wanting to finally take the next step.

Reader researching all about “first times” and what to do etc etc, then - despite not really knowing much - acting all confident and unbothered (it’s a lie, they’re incredibly nervous).

Quinn having a mid-life crisis since this time she’s in an actual committed relationship with Reader and genuinely loves her so she doesn’t want to ruin it. She only ever really slept with people with the purpose of only sexual pleasure and now that there’s feelings involved she doesn’t know what to do, but she also tries to act like it doesn’t bother her.

So now both of them are pretending to be totally chill about everything while literally dying inside.

The gang watches Quinn be all clumsy and nervous around Reader while Reader Acts all tough and collected (basically they act like they switched personality). So the gang decides to make both of the idiots talk to each other - Quinn confesses her nervousness to Reader and Reader confesses her worries to Quinn. They both actually calm down and it’s your decision if you want to write them having their first time after that ^^ Thank you!

This became more angsty than I intended so part two with a much happier ending and smut coming soon!

Hope you enjoy! This was a really fun prompt to write

The saying opposites attracted never seemed right to you. Growing up as a shy person, you always imagined finding someone on the same wavelength, to chill at home with and enjoy each other’s company.

Even going to college was a big step, pushing you out of your comfort zone completely.

You reasoned it was best for your future, and prioritised education over parties, hookups or anything remotely romantic.

Then all of these plans went out of the window when you met Quinn Bailey.

She was everything you weren’t. Loud, brash and unashamed about who she was. You were hooked, from the minute you laid eyes on her.

No one else could hold a room quite like Quinn, command the crowd with such charisma, and make it look effortless.

She was your lab partner in a biology class you only took out of boredom, to keep your mind stimulated.

Her eyes looked you up and down with a slow smirk, and she had practically invited herself around your house within the first ten minutes of your introductory conversation.

She stuck out like a sore thumb in your modest, simple dorm room littered with books and containing the same few outfits you alternated between.

Admittedly you didn’t know much about her, but were surprised when she rattled off information about the project you two were assigned on, and managed to complete it quickly.

The fact that she was smart as well just made things even better. Though she hid it well, acting as if college meant nothing to her. You could see in her eyes though, the clear interest as she explained her answers.

She invited you out for lunch, and there was no way you could deny her.

She was bold too, walking you to your dorm hours later and shooting you a look, pressing your back against the hard wood and slamming your mouths together with an intensity you’d never experienced before.

Your relationship history was ... lacking, to say the least. You decided early to focus more on school, which meant your only deal ex was a girl named Meredith you dated awkwardly for four weeks in high school.

Quinn was the opposite. She spoke about sex daily, and clearly had a vivid past. It didn’t scare you, just instead made you wonder if she could have anyone she wanted then why would she pick you?

Within a month you were a couple, and things were running smooth as you slowly befriended her roommates and their friends too.

Three months afterwards, things become heated. You weren’t initially comfortable with anything sexual and Quinn respected that - stopping only at make outs.

You found yourself wanting more, grinding against her sometimes and feeling your body react to the way she moaned and held you with a tight grasp.

Or other times, you’d catch a peek of her coming out the shower and wonder what it would be like to touch her, how she would sound as she fell apart.

It wasn’t that easy though. You had never done anything sexual before, and Quinn must have had great sex before. Her standards would be high, and you were anxious to achieve them.

Your overachiever attitude from school transferred into this, and you sat your girlfriend down one day, hands intertwined.

“I want to have sex” you admit, and she snorts so loud it almost wakes up Tara in the adjacent room.

”Fuck baby. That’s not where I was expecting this conversation to go” she admitted, but her eyes lit up and the expression made you want her even more.

You were a planner at heart, but knew this sort of this had to happen spontaneously, to which Quinn agreed. Start of basic, work out what you liked. That was the plan. And you were happy.

Until one day at a party, a drunk frat guy queries how a basic girl like you would be good enough for Quinn. You have to leave the party shortly after, as Mindy breaks his nose with a very satisfying crack.

The words stick though, almost keeping you up at night as you lay and wonder if Quinn deserves better, someone who actually knew how to have sex.

So you decide to do what you do best, research. That’s how Mindy finds you half an hour later, frowning with a tilted head as you watch a girl clad in black leather trying to stuff a comically large dildo into another.

“Ouch” your friend grins, and you startle loudly at the sound. “Mindy what the fuck? I thought you had class all day” you groan

”I finished early” she snorts, setting down her backpack and pulling up a chair. “And you are .... watching lesbian dominatrix porn at eleven in the morning?”

You want the ground to swallow you whole. “I didn’t know it was that” your voice had never been so small, cheeks flushing a deep red.

Mindy is having a ball, jostling you by the shoulders. “I never knew you had it in you! So, tell me” she places a hand on your jaw. “Are you the domantrix instead of Quinn? Because that would be such a fun plot twist”

You slam your laptop down so hard you fear it cracks, and scurry back to your room, hearing Mindy’s loud chuckles all the way down the hall.

After that disaster, you try a new approach. Seven Wikipedia pages later, you’re convinced you know the basics for lesbian sex and can confidently rock Quinn’s world.

When (another) of Quinn’s ex’s ask how you can satisfy her - you look the girl straight in the eyes and detail how you will stimulate her clit with your mouth.

Anika has to physically drag Mindy out the room by the arm, laughing so hard her chest wheezes, but the rest of the group are shocked and surprised at your newfound nonchalance.

You shrug it off, telling everyone the same. You just had some nerves. You’ll be fine. You know what to do. And yes Chad, you have watched enough porn. And no Mindy, you don’t need any recommendations

Quinn isn’t at the party, busy with an exam but she must hear about it because she approaches you the next day, confused smile.

”Hey I heard what happened, are you okay?” Her hand is soft around your arm, eyes gentle in the way they only are with you.

You grin. “I’m great. More than great”

Fake it till you make it, right?

”Because I think we should take things slow”

You blink twice, trying to comprehend her words. Your friends join you, not realising the conversation. “You think what?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest

Quinn sighs, blushing slightly at the sight of her friends at your side. You’ve never seen Quinn blush. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. To rush into anything. That’s all”

Everyone else seems confused at this too. “So you don’t want to have sex with me?” You force out, blunt and out of character.

She flinches at that, and you feel Mindy’s hand on your shoulder. You shrug it away and face your girlfriend. “Am I not good enough or what?” You demand, anger rising

”Hey” Mindy tries again, arm around your waist. “People are staring. Don’t do this here”

And she’s true. Maybe having this conversation outside college in broad daylight in front of their peers isn’t the best idea.

But it feels as though Quinn had just slapped you across the face. “It’s not like that” she demands, looking hurt that you’d even think that.

”I just don’t want to push you!” Her voice is insistent, almost pleading for you to believe her.

Your mind is clouded with anger. And a deep disappointment buried in your veins. A reminder you wouldn’t be enough.

”You don’t get to make that call for me!” You hiss, feeling tears pool at the side of your eyes. Mindy tugged on your arm again and you relent, giving your girlfriend one last look.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough” you spit out, and finally let your best friend drag you away - back to your dorm where you curl into a ball and nearly smother yourself with your duvet.

Mindy is trying to talk to you through the sheet but you ignore her words and wipe your tears. You weren’t being rational, but all you could think about is Quinn turning you down.

She never did that. There must be something wrong with you that would make her not want to do it. Maybe she thought the sex would be bad, since you had no experience?

Your theories don’t help and fresh tears stream down your face. The duvet is plucked down and arms pull you into a tight hug.

You don’t try to talk as hands rub firm circles against your back. “I know honey” Mindy murmurs and despite her craziness - you count yourself thankful that she won’t judge you for the situation.

”I thought she cared about me” you whimper, tears already staining the material of her jumper. Mindy just shushes you, kissing your forehead.

”You both need to have a talk” she instructs, adjusting you against her lap. “But first, I think you need to have a bit of space. Sort out what’s up there” she taps your forehead and you smile with watery tears.

#scream 5 #scream 6 #scream #scream 1996 #scream 2022 #scream 2023 #scream fic #scream one shot #quinn bailey #Quinn Bailey x fem reader #Quinn Bailey x reader #mindy meeks #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #chad meeks #ethan landry #angst #happy ending

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faintingheroine · 8 months

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It was brought to my attention that now there is a new song out about my favorite fictional man. As I do with every Wuthering Heights adaptation, I will go through it with a fine-toothed comb and examine its accuracy to the book and the character.

Heathcliff, Heathcliff, no one should,

Terrify their neighborhood!

(Heathcliff terrorizing WH and TG through generations, the narrator seems to be Nelly).

But Heathcliff just won't be undone,

Playing pranks on everyone!

(Not sure making his enemy’s child stay illiterate and forcing his other enemy’s child to marry his son count as pranks, but maybe?)

There's a race to be on top,

The competition doesn't stop!

(This one is obvious, Heathcliff tries to become the master of both great estates of the neighborhood)

Mixing with the ladies fair,

Being charming debonair!

(Heathcliff carrying on with both Edgar’s sister and his wife, and also remember him dictating his son love letters and claiming to his son that he himself would be more the master of TG than Edgar by now - he is certainly confident in his power with the ladies).

The gang will reign supreme,

And no one can deny-y-y-y!

(Oh no. No gang. Heathcliff works alone).

They'll make some history,

And always have an alibi-i!

(Heathcliff certainly makes local history and is efficient in buying convincing legal authorities, so I guess this works).

So join in the jubilee,

The cats are great, they'll all agree!

(Eh, Heathcliff is more of a dog person, though he also hangs them).

You'll find in each calamity,

The cat's superiority!

(Still not sure about the cat, but you will find Heathcliff’s superiority in each calamity, that’s for sure).

Oh o-oh o-o-oh o-h,

O-o-oh oh oh-oh o-o-oh o-oh,

Heathcliff, Heathcliff, no one should,

Terrify their neighborhood!

But Heathcliff just won't be undone,

You should realize he can win it with you!

(Who is meant by “you”? Nelly? Yeah he can win it with her help).

Overall not too bad. Too much cats but mostly accurate.

#wuthering heights #heathcliff #heathcliff the cat

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bubbledtee · 1 year

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𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: mentions of violence typical to the Wild West.

Summary: Headcanons of early 90s!james as an outlaw in the Wild West.

A/N: this made me so happy to write guys I'm def gonna make this like a series probably ^-^ (also this is for @31-4am 🤭🤭 here you go lana)

He’ll act big and tough whenever necessary, but deep down that man is just a big teddy bear who’s just done a few unspeakable things.

He keeps to himself quite a bit, though he does have a big voice when needed.

(For scaring away both animals and men who lay hands on their women and children)

At 6’ 4”, he’s taller than just about everyone he’s ever surrounded by, so he’s hardly bothered when riding through town, following up on leads.

Because of his sheer size and strength, he’s often written off as a big dumb brute.

Which, most of the time, is not an assumption that is all that wrong.

“Goddamnit, where the hell is my hat? I swear, I just had it!”

“It’s on your damn head, dumbass.”

However, he does have his moments of intelligence.

For example, he knows exactly how to, despite his huge appearance, be so quiet and invisible that people in saloons will talk about things like trains and coach routes that are carrying bonds right next to him and not even second guess that he might be listening in. He just always is leaned over, head down with his hat covering half of his face while he sips his beer, somehow being both the largest and smallest person in the room at the same time.

He’s also extremely smart when it comes to animals. Wildlife, livestock, dogs, horses, pretty much all animals, he seems to have unlimited knowledge.

At around 15 when he learned to read after he was picked up by the gang he’s in, one of the first books he really read through was a book on natural history and that really sparked his interest in not just hunting, but the appreciation of the wildlife as well.

And every horse he’s ever had was always treated almost perfectly by him.

They were always fat, happy, and loved.

If any of them were ever stolen (which a few have been in the past.), he’s felt like he needed to go find them.

And he did find them every time.

And every time that he’s had to put down his own horse, it would leave him broken for months, even if he didn’t show it.

It’s his heart of gold that makes him so soft for animals, and sometimes he curses himself for it.

Finally, James’s gunslinging skills are practically flawless, too.

Most people think he’d be too big and clumsy to be able to quickdraw well, so whenever he’s challenged to a duel, both his opponent and bystanders are ready to see him shot straight through the chest.

Though, it never happens.

He’ll always be way too quick for his opponent, and thus he wins every duel he’s apart of.

He doesn’t duel as much as he’s gotten older, though. It was more of a reckless, adrenaline-filling thing he did in his late teens and early twenties, but he realizes just how much he has to provide now that he’s older and higher in the gang, so he’ll only duel if absolutely necessary.

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Mid90s gang reacting to reader writing a book about them and their friendship and reader wins a writing contest!!

- ♣️ (I'm giving you fluff okay I've decided I've tortured you enough with angst 🙄)

LMFAO YES YOU HAVE and I've been procrastinating those oneshots you sent me 💀💀

MID90S ; writer

includes ; fuckshit, ray, fourthgrade, ruben (platonic), & stevie (platonic)

warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol and drugs

masterlist

FUCKSHIT

you were no writer what-so-fucking-ever

while high, he dared you to enter some writing contest for school

"how funny would it be if some random junior won?"

honestly it would be funny, considering you're not a writer, you're a skater

you entered just for the fun of it, plus you had a great chance at beating some of the other contestants because you knew their writing was shit

you didn't even know what to write for the first two weeks

then it popped up in your head, like holy shit it was so obvious

you decided to write about yours and fuckshits long friendship history

from how you met, to your nicknames and to your other friends

let's just say, other than the profanity, the judges/senior english teachers loved it

you wrote like a whole motherfucking novel too

you got second place, considering they'd be in trouble for awarding a book with so much inappropriate content with first

plus the person who won first definitely deserved it

teachers were literally suggesting you publish the fuckin thing too like calm down ⁉️⁉️

fuckshit was too lazy to read it at first, but once you told him it was about you two and that you won second place? nah reading that was all he did

I honestly hc that he's a little dyslexic so he was struggling a little bit

but he loved it, it was genuinely moving to him and its literally about him

brought him to tears that he tried to hide

which he did to help his fragile ego by hugging you and hiding his face in your shoulder

genuinley so grateful for you

RAY

you were kinda iffy with writing

but once you saw the amount of money you could get from winning...?

shit sign me up

a thousand dollars to win first off of something you wrote? okay let's go LMAO

you didn't know what to write about because it's not like there was a given prompt so you just kinda spilled out stories and shit about you and ray

you made sure to leave out all the drugs and shit because you weren't gonna try and get in trouble LMAO honestly real

the judges loved it though

it was about 104 pages, so you made the actual like minimum, which was 80 pages

but thankfully for you, quantity doesn't equal quality

you actually got third surprisingly

that's still 400 dollars though

you didn't actually tell Ray or the others about you joining that contest so when you walked in with 400 dollars, a smile on your face and your skateboard and 52 sheets of notebook paper connected by a keyring under your arm, damn

you quickly explained and set your stuff down and Ray just scooped you up and spun you around while he hugged you

he's a simpleton but you got him giggling and shit okay??

genuinley so flustered that you wrote about you and him of all people like huh

he reads it front to back at least 3 times

FOURTHGRADE

you were pretty passionate about writing

so when your school was promoting a novel contest you knew you had to join

a thousand dollars would've done you a lot

you spent the next six months writing about you and fourthgrade, stories, how you met, favorite memories, random blurbs, etcetera

you told him about it but never that you were writing about him

you wanted it to be a surprise lmao

i also hc that he's a little dyslexic so 💀

you actually won too

apparently it was so "inspiring and moving amongst the youths" that you won ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS for it, IN CASH

you sprinted over to Motorz and immediately wrapped fourthgrade in a hug

"thanks for being such great inspiration"

"huh?"

you genuinley just retold some of his camcorder tapes for a bit of the book too so you had to give him some credit

you gave him 200 dollars because he refused to take any more

the duo

RUBEN

bro couldn't care less that you joined a writing competition

"whatever you want"

you have the annoying sibling dynamic what can I say

"dude I'll give you 100 bucks if you just be supportive"

"fine"

you wrote about him and your awesome sibling relationship

you made sure to cut out all the abuse and just say "growing up in a rough household" and "growing up not as privileged as everyone else" and shit bc you weren't getting cps called on anyone

you wrote like 70 pages

you got third

but you got 200 dollars so you basically split it with him

he ended up reading it because he was bored at motorz one night and you left it laying around

he's never smiled while crying before

you come in the next morning and he just silently hugs you

you see the book thing on the couch where he slept and you just kinda knew

"why are you crying?"

"i'm not!"

STEVIE

you also have a very sibling like dynamic

although instead of annoying each other you're kind of the comfort siblings you've both never had

so when you brought up the fact you joined a writing competition because you had a good chance at winning, he was like "oh cool"

"i'm writing about you"

"what the fuck why?"

he's supportive tho

he'll ask how it's going and stuff and you'll just give a vague answer

by the time they're due and judged, he asks what you placed

you shrug and pull out a thousand dollars cash from your backpack with a smile

"holy shit!"

you smile and hand him half of it

he's confused as to why but accepts it graciously

I mean half of its about him so he deserves some credit

gives you a little hug and shit

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s x reader #mid90s imagine #mid90s preference #fuckshit x reader #ray x reader #fourthgrade x reader #stevie mid90s #ruben mid90s #a24 films #skater film #fuckshit mid90s #ray mid90s #fourthgrade mid90s #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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addawithbalmiki · 8 months

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me wasting my time at my office produced this

(...)

sasuke was never the golden child.

ten year old sasuke would have thrown pens at itachi at that realization. eighteen year old sasuke would have run away and gotten another tattoo in a haze of drunkenness.

twenty-eight year old sasuke makes a face at his cup of cold tea and continues checking his papers. dressed in a proper button-up with no tattoos peeking out, itachi is struck each time by the reality that his little brother is no longer the screaming child, annoyed by the lack of attention.

now, he has graduated to not giving itachi attention.

"otou-san was grim throughout the entire meeting, but my understanding is that he was positively bored. i expected more outrage." itachi sips his third cup of tea. "okaa-san, on the other hand... "

sasuke scowls. he circles one line with his red pen. itachi tries not to take offense at his little brother's distraction.

"i'm beginning to think you're bored of my visit."

"i am." sasuke doesn't even look up as he writes Check the book for once beside his angry red circle. "you are wasting my time here."

"i suppose you'd want to spend more time correcting people's poor attempts at getting dates right." itachi peers at the horrible handwriting. "i don't recall the heian period starting from my childhood."

sasuke pulls back the answer sheet. "kitsune is an idiot." itachi doesn't correct the obviously wrong name. "but he did better this time. and otou-san is indifferent because your decisions in life are always questionable. kisame is atrocious, but it's better than running away from home and joining a gang."

"a society." itachi takes the bait like every single time. it's a comforting pattern. "not unlike your sojourn with your wild friends."

sasuke keeps the marked paper beside him. his scowl becomes more prominent. be it ten, eighteen, twenty-eight - sasuke will never not look like the world has personally wronged him for the decisions he made.

brat, itachi thinks fondly. his appreciation for his brother's rebelling streak never manages to dwindle. itachi might have been the one who left everything and became a lawyer, but he still stayed. he still chose to align himself with the uchiha enterprises. sasuke left and between years of doing odd jobs and trudging through his history degree, he never looked back. as ambitious as sasuke is, he settled to become a high school history teacher with a laughably small salary.

itachi doesn't envy, but it's hard not to. dating kisame might be the most rebelling he has ever done. unlike sasuke, he's not half as brave. or reckless, as he likes to say.

"kisame's face reconstruction surgery is horrible. " sasuke says, blunt in the way he always is. "who the fuck wants to be a shark? "

"you don't understand an artist's soul."

"i don't need to. your choice is horrible." and then: "i'm giving kisame a mask that'll last him 10 years."

translation: i support your choice even though you can do better.

sasuke's kindness is sudden and tinged with so much roughness, it's hard to spot. softness doesn't become him despite his younger years. what would it take for the scowl to go away?

itachi smiles. "i'll give him your warm regards. he'll be happy to know you keep him in your thoughts. "

sasuke opens his mouth - undoubtedly to tear into itachi for his attempt at civility - when there's a knock.

"oh! i didn't know you had a guest. i'll come back later. " a feminine voice interrupts.

sasuke drops his papers on the table. he doesn't smile, but he doesn't need to. he does the closest approximation to beaming - his scowl disappears and his eyes glint like a well-fed cat's.

itachi turns his chair. by the doorway. a pretty pink-haired woman stands, her face sheepish. she has a white coat on.

"hello," itachi greets.

"hello! nice to meet you, " she greets back. a normal person. maybe sasuke isn't as rebellious as itachi thought him to be.

sasuke stands up from his chair. itachi peeks at his expression. if he didn't know his brother well, he wouldn't be able to pin down the slight redness in sasuke's ears.

"sakura," ignoring itachi's widening eyes at the informality, sasuke shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to look cool, "i didn't know you were available. "

the woman in question beams, the softness in her eyes giving away nothing and everything. "i dealt with the students. i wanted something other than mountains of snot. i detest flu season."

"you look tired. sit. " sasuke gestures to itachi's seat.

sakura eyes itachi worriedly. "um, i wouldn't want to impose-"

"-he's going now," sasuke interrupts.

"i am?"

"his boyfriend must be less upset with him now."

itachi stands up and leans forward.

"rude, otouto," he mutters. he shoots a smile at the worried woman and whispers. "a nurse? "

sasuke sniffs with disdain and pride. "a doctor. "

itachi shakes his head and exchanging a genuine smile with the pretty doctor, he heads out. picking out his phone, he calls his boyfriend.

"hello? " kisame asks, confused over itachi calling so early.

"i need the akatsuki to go through the records of a sakura at tokyo metropolitan asuka high school."

#naruto #txt #my writing #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #itachi uchiha #sasusaku #ignore my mobile formatting #teacher!sasuke

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ecoamerica · 14 days

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spacerangersam · 10 months

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I have very correct and cool thoughts on a YouTuber au that won’t leave my head so here they are:

Kitty is the first to start a channel. She’s grown up watching youtube and thinks it’s just wonderful, so she wants in. She starts just doing vlog stuff but eventually moves on to reviewing books which really gets popular. She’s this very happy chirpy girl who favours romance and erotica, who occasionally turns up out of the blue with a fucking like, Thomas Hardy novel, and will come out with random and poignant takes on what she’s reading. The people love her, as they should,

In my au, they’re (nearly) all friends to begin with, so once Kitty starts doing well, she tries to encourage Pat to get involved (she just really thinks he has the personality for it, and it'd be something to distract him from the divorce). He has four separate channels (he likes to keep things organised of course), one that’s more for Daley than anything, just short simple videos going through things he’ll need to learn growing up like how to fix a lightbulb, a flat tire, how to cook a few simple meals etc. He has a 'vlog' channel (it's a bird-watching diary, it is just videos of all the cool birds he's seen). His most popular, the club room (or something in that vein), is just him and his weird group of friends meeting up to fuck around for half an hour and talk about shows, movies, music and clothes they like and dislike for 20mins or so. Finally, he has a channel just for him to talk about those things in more detail.

Robin's channel is all about space, space facts, sci-fi etc. He will also sometimes do drunken videos where he debunks people's dumb conspiracies, and as he has an interest in prehistoric history, will film himself going to prehistoric sites and giving some commentary.

The Captain is a university professor who's infamous on his campus for going off on long rants during his lectures. He keeps getting complaints and Kitty casually suggests he starts a channel and rants there instead. He reluctantly gives in. He gets popular of course, and goes on from ranting about just about history/historians to everything.

People can't work out if he's gay or just a very determined ally until like, five years down the line when his fiance Pat walks in during a charity livestream to give him a cuppa.

Mary wouldn't have a channel but would be the cameraman/editor for some of the gang, Fanny wouldn't have a channel either, nor Humphrey (who's always running late and rarely makes it to the club sessions in time, but in return shows up on Kitty’s channel a fair bit to talk books).

Disgraced former MP Julian Fawcett would absolutely not be allowed to have a channel or appear on anyone's channel. He has to sit behind the camera at every club meeting and talk quietly, much to his chagrin.

Now, Alison and Mike. Either Mike would have a series of abandoned channels, or it'd be the ghost thing. I made a post a year or two back about them having a ghost hunter channel where they go around supposedly haunted places to see if they’re actually haunted with Alison being the annoyed ghost seer and Mike the enthusiastic believer, and yeah. I think it'd be kinda funny if this was just, casually something they both did, that in this otherwise normal world ghosts are canonically real, and that the Coopers bumped into the others while on a tour of an ‘abandoned haunted house’ that is actually just the manor that Pat and the others film their ghost meetings in.

#bbc ghosts #queue you

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mariacallous · 5 months

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Tommy Robinson has come a long way on the subject of Islam. Born Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, he rose to prominence as the leader of the anti-immigrant and anti-Islamic English Defence League. In a speech in Denmark in 2016, he claimed that there was an ongoing “military invasion” of Europe, referring to the increasing numbers of refugees from Muslim countries. In his self-published book, “Mohammed’s Koran: Why Muslims Kill for Islam,” Robinson instructs any potential Muslim readers to put the book down. “We do not wish you to become a killer because this book leads you to understand the doctrines and history of Islam more thoroughly.”

Yet Robinson’s opposition has since softened. He has observed that “Islam has become an attraction for so many, because people are looking for something strong in principle that can stand its ground.” Lamenting the state of the West, he has noted that there are areas of common ground between his extreme far-right views and certain forms of conservative Islam. Both Robinson and Muslims can be found protesting the pro-LGBTQ curriculum taught in British schools. Realizing that they could be allies in the culture wars, Robinson went so far as to attend a protest condemning the burning of the Quran by a far-right activist in Sweden. Instead of supporting the right to desecrate the Muslim holy book, as he used to, he talked to the Muslim protesters and asked questions, describing himself as an “observer.”

Robinson is far from an isolated example of this previously hard-to-imagine union between the extreme right and conservative Muslims. He is one of many far-right personalities carving out a new form of conservatism, characterized by this new, admiring attitude toward Islam. The most high-profile among them is, of course, Andrew Tate, who took this admiration to its logical conclusion by converting to Islam. But there are many more who have been vocal in their admiration and support for specific forms of conservative, patriarchal Islam, even if they’ve stopped short of adopting the faith. This unlikely alliance is not just built on LGBTQ issues. Feminism, “cultural Marxism,” globalists and “wokeism” are all used as scapegoats. And it’s no longer just on the fringes.

The past year has seen this alliance go mainstream. In competing to become the most anti-woke candidate out there, former President Donald Trump, Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis and others have put conflicts over gender roles and LGBTQ rights front and center, with the latter presenting himself as the cultural warrior most willing to take the necessary measures to halt wokeness. Former enemies, conservative Muslims and anti-woke Christians, have found common ground over these issues — with electoral implications. Once discouraged from voting Republican by post-9/11 policies, today, Muslims in America are flocking back to the right, finding this new form of conservatism more agreeable. In turn, the right no longer sees Muslims solely through the lens of terrorism but as potential allies in the culture wars. This support, along with new signs of respect for Islam, may fundamentally shift foreign policy. After all, if you see no problem with how the Taliban treat women, then you have less reason to oppose their rule.

We have witnessed this new trend from its early days, over years of observation and interaction, from finding Jordan Peterson trending in the Middle East back in 2018 to witnessing Tate’s star rise among Muslims in the West and the Arab world. (Tate was recently charged in Romania with human trafficking, rape and forming a criminal gang to sexually exploit women.) We have monitored dozens of YouTube channels, read thousands of posts in online chat rooms, followed scores of online influencers and spoken to many followers and fans in multiple countries. At first, this research traced existing divisions between Muslims and the right, but through long-term observation of online communities, we came to realize that political fault lines were being redrawn.

This new trend encompasses both political and social factors that influence and impact one another. Particularly important is the collection of communities, united by misogynistic and conspiratorial theories, known as the “manosphere.” From incel chatrooms to self-help dating sites, fueled by influencers from Peterson to Tate, the manosphere has formed a core demographic of this new conservatism. These figures have not only gained mainstream attention but have also pulled the entire political establishment to the right. This article is the result of observing these trends become increasingly widespread and normalized, most obviously in politics but also throughout Western societies, perhaps epitomized best by the recent protests over, of all things, school curricula.

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Right, I may get some heat for this, but here we go. MAJOR SPOILERS OF CHOT AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

As someone who had been waiting for this book for TWO YEARS, my main take away is that Chain of thorns ended being an utter disappointment. As a former fan of Game of thrones, and other fans will get my meaning, I say this book gives me season 8 vibes: a ludicrous and incomplete conclusion to something that could’ve been epic, marinated on wasted potential.The thing is, we KNOW everything will turn out alright with the world at the end and the villains will fail, after all, this is a prequel on a ya series.We know that many of those characters are the ancestors of the TMI and TDA gangs, BUT that does not mean it couldn’t have been a very enjoyable story that leaves you at the edge of your seat, for we would get to see HOW things came to be

What bothers me the most is how Daisy’s protagonism was stolen, and that’s a first for a cc lead.

Its hinted several times in TDA that Cordelia was a hero whose name shadowhunter history would never forget.She was the sword that stood between evil and the world, saving it from doom on a byegone era... but she kinda didn’t? I shit you not, Cordelia’s greatest features on this book were to kill Tatiana (seriously?) and bang james on a tub.And that’s all.And if anyone had to kill tatiana at all, that person should be grace, it would be a great end to her arc of abuse, but that’s beside the point here

All the build up of “we must get cordelia in there so she can vanquish belial and end this’’ was for literally NOTHING.

After so many people either doubting her, or saying she was their only hope, after spending most of the book not fighting and staying on the sidelines because of the paladin busyness (and making some unhinged decisions along the way), she doesn’t fight Belial AT ALL. WHAT? If she had stabbed james, would it be cohf 2.0? well yes, but it still would’ve been better than james going “time for suicide mission lololol” and driving cortana to his chest.And the healing blade? where did that come from? That was such a cheap way for him to not die

The trip to Edom was for literally nothing.Sure, it brought her and lucie closer after the strain on their friendship,but that doesn’t require a trip to Edom, they could’ve just talked and sorted out their shit

Kit’s death was ridiculous and UNmourned. Tatiana, who has no training whatsoever, killed him throwing a poisoned dagger on his shoulder. Nevermind that In book one this boy survived an also poisoned gash that ripped his torso open. Who remembers that anyway? Its not absurd at all.

Point being that if youre going to kill him, do it with dignity and give weight to it.We don’t see his funeral, we don’t see the adults finding it out, nor his parents and henry mourning, we barely see the tlh gang mourning.Jem was throughly mourned, AND HE DIDN’T EVEN DIE.Kit’s death was the literary equivalent of the Loki meme “yes very sad, anyway”

On the topics of things we didn’t see, I’m livid that there was so much page time wasted on that senseless love triangle THAT EVERYBODY KNEW WOULD AMOUNT TO PRECIOUS NOTHING, and many important things were either told, or left open.I just wish this love triangle had never happened and Cordelia and matt had remained platonic friends. Give matthew another love interest or none at all, he and james already had enough problems to work through as it was

They could’ve left for france together as just friends you know. They could’ve even kissed on the basis of “why the fuck not? we are both pining and everything already went to shit anyway”, but then realized it was a mistake and let’s leave it at that.Also it came to a point where the romantic stalling of the minor couples was just too much, it felt like page filler instead of the true conflict resolution they needed to set things right and be together.I was reading all that and wondering “all right, but where’s the actual plot?”

the explanation for the family tree was ridiculous.I would prefer some “when the city of bones fell, we lost an awful lot of data, and thats why all the documentation of the period is messed up”

The whole conflict of the clave finding out about Jesse’s identity was resolved too easily at the end

Matthew coming clean to his parents and charlotte being pregnant again was such a big and anticipated moment, and yet all we get is Cordelia telling us what james told her

Charles comes out in front of everyone and we dont see that

Will and tessa cry thinking their kids are gonna die and we dont see that

Thomas’ come out was a bit better, but it was still telling rather than showing

dont get me started on the plot holes.Im pretty sure cc said we would see james get more powers, but all we got was the as old as time cliche of protagonists losing their powers, and that didnt make a slight of sense.They automatically lose their powers after belial “dies”, while tessa remains very much a warlock and a shapeshifter? Make it make sense. Those powers come first and foremost from Tessa, Belial dying doesnt alter the demonic blood on their veins

The cherry on the top of a long list of absurdities, to me, are the watchers. Anyone can correct me if Im wrong, but how in the world there were so many dead silent brothers and iron sisters? it doesnt add up, there should be some of them, but not enough to flood dozens of shadowhunters on their own.The nephilim only have a thousand years of existence, (magnus said more than once that he has met warlocks who had been born before the first shadowhunter was created) and those folks not only live absurdly long lives, but tend to die of natural causes.Jem lived for over a century as a silent brother and aged only two years.It doesnt add up

also am I missing something, or how matthew, thomas and alastair escaped the massive statues was completely brushed over?

The two truths and a lie was total bullshit.It was also said that there would be political marriage, the gang would go to idris and camille and wolsey would make come backs,but none of that happened.

thats it, thats my rant that probably no one will read bc of how fucking long it is

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Screw it. Decided to come up with my own personal general Cayde-6 Reverse Forsaken HCs -The divergence is simple: Cayde goes after the inmates while The Guardian stays with the control center, and ends up pulling a Cayde and bringing it down-Cayde's a bad influence after all. -Things go as you'd expect-the YW does well, then they don't. They make the fateful mistake of taking Ghost out. And they get shot with their own gun. -I kind of imagine they are far less accepting of their final moments than Cayde was. Cayde had been a Guardian for several centuries. The Wolf? Only four years. Might not have put on a brave face like Cayde did, and instead were scared of their impending death. -And so, The Young Wolf, the godslayer, and possibly the greatest and most powerful Guardian in history-dies on the floor of that prison, barley 4 years after they were rezzed. -And Cayde? Let's just say this whole thing breaks him. -Now, how 'well' Cayde takes it depends on your Guardian's relationship with your Guardian-be it mentor-student, friends, or even lovers. I'm gonna say for the sake of this their friends, but note that the closer Cayde was with the YW, the worse he spirals. -It was what happened to Andal all over again.

-Now, Cayde blames himself big time. Not least of all because he brought the barons into custody in the first place. He had been merciful. And it had gotten his friend killed. Well not this time. -At the funeral, Cayde tells Zavala to shove his 'no revenge' talk up his ass. He was coming back with Uldren's head on a silver platter, with or without the rest of the Vanguard's support. He wanted to do nothing after their hero was murdered? Fine. but Cayde wasn't gonna sit this one out. Not this time. -Speaking of, part of me thinks Cayde might have a heated argument with Zavala before he leaves. And it gets ugly. Like, real ugly. Cayde's grieving and pissed at Zavala for being such a coward in his eyes. And he's gonna pull every cruel insult and jab in the book at him. He comes to regret it later of course. And he does eventually apologize and try to make it up to Zavala. But for now, their friendship is in the gutter. -Anyways Cayde heads to the Shore -He has far less patience for Spider's little 'quid pro quo' deal. He makes it clear either Spider can give him the information he wants, or Cayde can squeeze it out of him. -Cayde during Forsaken is almost an entirely different person. Sure he might crack a quiet, half-hearted joke here or there, but those are just fleeting moments. For the most part though? He acts like a ruthlessly efficient yet brutal killing machine. When Cayde catches the Barons one by one, he shows not a shred of mercy. Petra and Sundance see this...and it freaking unerves them to see Cayde shift so drastically. -Eventually Cayde catches up with Uldren. -And let's just say Uldren doesn't get an easy death and leave it at that. -Cayde returns to the Tower. -Given the whole storming the reef without orders thing, and given how brutally he dispatched Uldren and the Barons, there's a good chance he ends up getting removed from the Vanguard-In a cruel twist of fate, Cayde finally gets to be free of the Tower...at the cost of the Wolf. -Following all of that, Cayde heads back to the Shore, hunting the remaining Scorn as part of some unhealthy coping mechanism. -It's there where he runs into Crow

-Cayde's pretty bitter about the whole thing. He knows it's not Uldren and he logically shouldn't be mad at him for that but...it just isn't fair. -That being said, while he may or may not be Vanguard anymore, Crow's still a fellow Hunter. -So when learns of Crow's 'employment' to Spider...it takes every fiber of his being not to just go up and shoot the kingpin. -He does however make it clear that if Spider doesn't take the bomb off Glint and let Crow go he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter him and his gang off the face of the Reef. Given that Cayde would've likely developed a fearsome reputation due to his actions with the Scorn Barons, Spider would damn well know he wasn't bluffing. You don't fuck with Cayde's Hunters on his watch. -Eventually, Cayde warms up to Crow. And slowly but surely, he starts to come out of the shell he'd been hiding in since Forsaken. -I kinda think Cayde would take up the YW's mantle of Godslayer alongside Crow. Two Hunters kicking ass and taking names. That's all I have for this. If you like any of ideas and want to use them for your own AU, feel free.

#destiny #destiny 2 #forsaken #forsaken role swap #Cayde 6

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