#;; { poor sal :P }

[cultrise]

OVERSTIMULATION. SAL FISHER

꒷꒦ CONTENTS NSFW, mutual overstimulation, praise, p in v, clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 906

꒷꒦ NOTES i wrote this while half-asleep so i might edit more through it later 😭

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your boyfriend had been stressed for a while. his nightmares have gotten more frequent and he would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and hot all over.

you often spent the night with him because of it, ignoring any other responsibility just to be there and soothe him when he needed it. sal felt extremely guilty for it, apologising endlessly even if he didn’t need to. but in all honesty, no one could calm him the way you could, when he woke up panting and panicking and he got pulled into your arms, head nestled under your chin as you stroked his hair “it’s alright, sally. you’re home. you’re with me. everything’s alright”

college admissions were also coming up, which put even more pressure on sal, which was stupid considering how smart he actually was and how everybody around you was convinced he’d absolutely nail it. but this poor boy was stressed beyond repair, losing sleep every night and breaking into a sweat from the smallest task.. so it was no surprise when he came to you for help.

you had already told your boyfriend countless of times that you were going to be there for him and help him out with whatever he needed, just like you did back when you were teens. however, since becoming a couple, helping sal destress transitioned to…. other ways.

you whine loudly into the pillow, face almost buried into your pillow as sal pounded into you like a desperate man, trying to release his tension. his usually pale face was flushed pink, sweat making his blue bangs cling to his forehead as he let out staggered breaths and choked moans “fu..uck, i’m so.. so sorry, baby. you feel.. ah!.. too good”

his strokes were messy, his pace was uneven, yet somehow, even in his desperate attempts to get off he was still so attentive to your body, one thumb on your clit as he matched the unsteady pace of his hips with the one of his finger. and god, did you thank yourself for properly teaching this man how to please you because your knuckles had turned white from holding the sheets balled up into your fist. he was just that good.

the covers pooled under you as sal announced his 4th orgasm, making you whine. there was something truly paranormal about the way his stamina changed when he was stressed, he could go at it for hours, until he got every worry out. and oh, was he getting them out. you were both whiny messes, unable to speak other than utter each other’s names breathlessly while you moved your hips to meet his, desperate for more friction.

occasionally, sal would slow down for a second, shaky lips to your ear as he asked you “..hah.. you okay?.. wan’ stop?” and you always shook your head impatiently, asking him to “just move already!” and as his hands grip your hips, he complies to your request.

you were past counting how many orgasms you had by then, body limp and sweaty as your pussy dripped. and sal? sal kept going. if you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve been staring at him with your eyes wide, wondering if this really was the same lanky, shy and nerdy sal you fell in love with back in high school. so you grab his cheek gently, smoothing a thumb over his bottom lip (or what was left of it, anyway).

“that stressed? sure you don’t want to talk?” and sal whines, shaking his head rapidly before begs start stringing from his mouth “no.. nonono… after.. i, shit!.. one more and…. d..one” sal closed his eyes shut tight, tears forming into his eyes as the last wave of pleasure came over him. you had never seen him so fucked out, so needy.. especially by his own hand.

“oh..oH, fuck, baby!” sally whines as you press kisses to his temple, legs squeezing around his waist as you moaned into his heated skin “come on, pretty boy. know you can do it” that nickname. pretty boy. it always had sal’s brain spinning and he captures your lips, cumming loads into you before he drops limp on top, face nuzzled between your breasts.

your hand flies to his hair, gently caressing it as he brings you into a thankful kiss, body still coming down from the original high “ ‘m sorry” sal speaks up, making you smile “did i hurt you? in any way?” always such a gentleman. even after he has both of your bodies shake uncontrollably and consecutively, he’s still the one to ask if you enjoy it. and how can your response be negative?

“no, sally. it was perfect” you sigh as you kiss him, letting him finally relax and fall on top of you, in your embrace “made me feel so good” you coo as his blush deepens, not wanting to think of how filthy he was. to his core, no matter what sal fisher went through, he was always a gentleman, a soft hearted boy that was so selfless it actually hurt.

“think we deserve a nap now” you hum as you tie up his pretty hair into a low bun “think? i’m spent. this calls for a 5 hour nap” sal groans before getting a towel and jumping back into bed “come on, let me clean you up. can’t have my pretty girlfriend all dirty”

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#✦— kinktober. #𐙚 — pages. #𐙚— dreamscape. #sal fisher #sally face #sal #sally face x reader #sal x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher smut #sal fisher x reader smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober '23

[devourers-of-god]

Hello again! As I understand it, applications are still open aha... I hope I haven't tormented you (sorry, I'm just wildly delighted with your work, and there are too many ideas in my head)

In general... it seems to me that it is quite difficult for Sally to open up to people, despite the fact that he is a very kind boy. It seems to me that he may be shocked by excessive tactility and emotionality

So, what about an overly active f!reader who likes to hold hands with friends, and hugs at a meeting, and kisses on the cheeks (sorry, this is literally me, and at the same time all my friends are not particularly tactile, aha ...). I was thinking that the reader might like Sal... how do you think he would react? And yes, it can be either fan fiction or headcannons, whatever you want aha. I will read everything with pleasure!!!

HI!! thank you SO much for the compliments, you are the sweetest! You are SO right about Sal D: ANS ALSO you do not torment me !!!! the requests are slow these days and im sooo happy you're taking the time to ask me stuff !I will do a one shot for this lololsorry this took a while to write, I had exams, school and work :P BUTTT I got my drivers licence LOLLL okep thanks for your request!!! and if you ever have more ideas, it will be my pleasure to try and portray your ideas with my writing!

SAL X OVERLY AFFECTIONATE READER

Warnings: None, fluff ? u guys are not dating lololol

Type: Oneshot

Oneshot -

Everyone described you with few words; bubbly, a social butterfly and VERY affectionate. You were not shy to pour your heart out to someone when needed, but you also were the first one to help a friend in need.

You always thought that being this touchy and nice to people was just common manners, until you be friended Sal Fisher.

Sal Fisher was an interesting individual, his everyday life was affected by years of torment explained by his flashbacks. He wasted a lot of his youth because Sal was isolating himself, not talking to anyone, not even his father. Even though his ''beloved'' father wasn't trying to help him to begin with. Though, this caused the young boy to develop an awkwardness to someone's touch and Sally could not properly explain to someone how he felt, he couldn't quite put words on his true feelings. Being touched, brushed or even just the thought of all this, made Sal feel something he couldn't even express. Sal was hollow, basically a shell of a human.

You luckily moved to Nockfell, the infamous town that your family wanted to move in so bad. You and your family landed in the Addison's apartments, there you met the tall Larry Jonhson. It was easy to get along with this guy anyway, you found yourself very lucky that day because the metalhead introduced you to Sal Fisher. You two will eventually end up together, but you don't know that yet.

For you, it was love at first sight. You Immediately complimented the way Sal presented himself. Basically showering him with compliments, especially his mask and hair. It wasn't your fault that you're this friendly, its the usual y/n. Sal Fisher felt almost claustrophobic by your gestures, weirdly appreciated that. You were not aware but this boy is secretly craving compliments, being this lonely for this long had affected the poor boy.

As the weeks passed, you and the blue haired boy hung out often, which made you delighted. You two were eating lunch together while the others had an art project to complete. Mr. Fisher and you were discussing when suddenly Sal made you laugh, your reflexes got the best of you and pushed him gently. Sal smiled to himself as his face turned crimson. ''God you are so funny, you need to stop my cheeks are hurting!!'' You confessed as you chuckled lightly. ''Pretty sure my name is Sal ,y/n'' your crush responded. You punched his shoulder gently, just as a way of saying to shut it. You knew that Sal was not introduced properly to your love language, but luckily you asked his closest friends about all of this. They approved to you that the masked boy isn't disturbed by it. It motivated you to not hide your true self, since your upcoming boyfriend is fond of it.

In an instant, the bell rang. You got up quickly and held Sal's hand to make sure he's following. You didn't want to lose him in the crowded halls right? Or did you just want an excuse to hold his hand? Sal figured this out but never told you.

Arrived to his locker, you were so happy that day and your nature took over suddenly, you peeked a small kiss on the cheek of Sal's prosthetic. '' See ya Sal! Goodluck with your math test-'' You yelled out as you escaped. You were proud of yourself too, you really liked Sal and the only way to show it is with affection and physical touch. You could not believe you actually did that. The next class felt like it was the longest ever, the school system was seperating you from your future lover.

Meanwhile, Sal's train of thoughts was going faster than usual. He froze in place for a good 5 minutes with his face hotter than when he had the flu. He thought to himself that you might like him, but Sal reasoned himself after saying that you probably do that to everyone. He wasn't so special, he thought. Normally, affecting gestures are not welcome for Sal Fisher, but you stood out. He actually felt great in your embrace. Even though he's not quick enough to hug back sometimes, he melts every time.

''Man I know you like her, you don't even let us touch you dude.'' Larry said after Sal reported everything of today. Sal closed his locker door a bit louder than he should've.

''Fuck off Larry. She's just different I guess.'' Sal retorted, what's left of his face turned a tint of pink, ballet pink to be exact. Sal thought to himself that he was pleased that the school day finally ended, they could finally go home and play som- Sal's thoughts were cut off by you hugging Sal as a way of greeting. He felt his legs soften beneath him. Sal's heart skipped various beats. '' Hi Sal!! Oh hi Larry! What are you guys up to after school?'' You smiled wildly as you got closer to Sal, which made him shiver. Larry started to smirk in a more of an evil way ''Oh I'm actually busy tonight but I know that Sal wanted to hang out with you y/n'' Sal bumped into him ''accidentally''.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away ''I would love to! My parents are picking me up today so- text me okay?'' You ended your sentence with a small wink directed to Sal. You quickly left to go in your guardian's car. Suddenly you didn't feel like walking like everyone else, you were so happy you skipped your way to the car. Sal's jaw was hanging since Larry opened his ''dumb mouth'' as Sal would say.

''Youre welcome my man!'' Larry chuckled.

'' Get lost.''

HELLO!! hope you liked it :) I don't know why, im less satisfied with this.. if there's anything you guys think I should add please feel free to share your thoughts with me!! Per usual, stay safe and MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! its currently almost 1 am lawd goodnight friends :) P-S: we're almost at 150 followers!!!!!! very exciting :DDDD thank you!!

#sallyface #sally face #todd morrison #larry johnson #sal fisher #travisphelps #sf #sally face hcs #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x female reader #sal fisher headcanons #sal fisher oneshot #sal fisher imagine #sally face oneshots #sally face fandom #sally face fanart #sally face x reader #sally face art #sally face game #sally fisher #ashley campbell #travis phelps

[fandom-wordsmith]

General Fandom Terminology

Do you want to be more involved in fandom, but you don’t know all the crazy words fandoms use? Below is a collection of common fandom terms and their definitions. 

Fandom - The collective fans of a piece of media (including TV shows, movies, books, comics, video games, etc.).

Fanfiction/fanfic/fic - a fictional work created for free by fans of an existing media about the characters &/or world of that media.

AO3 (An Archive Of Our Own) - a website that acts as an archive for fanfiction, run by the Organization for Transformative Works (OTW), a nonprofit organization dedicated to preserving the history of fanworks and fan culture. As an archive, AO3 is not a social media platform, and it does not have an algorithm. Instead, it has a complex search engine that allows users to filter fics based on fandoms, characters, relationships, ratings, warnings, and other tags.

Zine - an amateur-created magazine. In fandom spaces, zines contain fan content like fanfiction or fanart that is made by and for fans of a particular fandom. 

Canon - a term adopted by fandom to mean the events and elements of the original media or text, exactly as they were published. 

Headcanon - an idea that a fan imagines to be true despite not being supported by evidence from the original media. 

Fanon - ideas introduced by the fandom that are not part of the original media but that are canon-compliant and widely treated as canon by members of the fandom community. An idea becomes fanon based on its longevity in the fandom. 

Blorbo (originally “Blorbo from my shows”) - your favorite character. The term comes from a tumblr post complaining about people constantly tagging their favorite characters on unrelated content. 

Poor little meow meow - a miserable, pathetic, problematic character, used as a term of endearment. 

Cinnamon Roll - a sweet, kindhearted character. The term comes from a 2014 article title from The Onion: “Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure.”

Shipping - a variation on the word “relationship,” this is the act of thinking that two characters would be good together in a romantic relationship and wanting them to get together.  

Ship - a desired relationship between two characters. 

Ship name - a portmanteau combination of the names of two characters in a ship. This could be first or last names, aliases, or occasionally a descriptive word/phrase. Examples of ship names are “Steddie” (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson from “Stranger Things”), “Sleeping Warrior” (Aurora/Mulan in “Once Upon A Time”), and “Ineffable Husbands” (Aziraphale/Crowley from “Good Omens”).

Slash - a fanfiction in which characters of the same sex are in a romantic or sexual relationship. Slash often refers to two men, while femslash refers to two women. The term comes from the backslash symbol used to tag two characters as being in a romantic or sexual relationship, as in [Character 1]/[Character 2].

Anti - a person who is vocally against a particular ship and harasses people who create content for that ship. (Don’t do this.)

OTP (one true pairing) - your favorite ship. 

OT3 - your favorite polyamorous ship. If the polyamorous ship contains more than three characters, OT4, OT5, etc. are used. 

NOTP - pronounced “no-T-P,” this is a pairing or ship that you personally dislike. 

Plot armor - a character is said to have plot armor when they are too important to the story to die. 

DLDR (Don’t Like, Don’t Read) - a general piece of fandom advice that if you don’t like the content described in the tags, don’t read the fic, and especially don’t complain to the author that you don’t like the tagged material.

SALS (Ship And Let Ship) - A fandom rule that says not to harass people who like ships that you don’t like. 

YKINMKATO [Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s Ok)] - A fandom rule that says not to dissuade or harass people who create kink content, or content more generally, that you don’t like. Sometimes referred to as “kinktomato” because of how the acronym looks. 

Beta reader - a proofreader or editor of a fanfic who is not the author of the fic.

If you want to learn more, fanlore.org is a great place to start! 

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[killemwithkawaii]

Sal who’s insecure abt how much he sweats when he’s nervous but doesn’t realize (y/n) really likes how he smells…jus the lil cat and mouse game of Sal trying his hardest to keep some distance but (y/n) keeps getting closer 💕 letting Sal borrow one of your jackets or sweaters bc he gets cold so easily but then he starts nervous sweating bc it smells like you and it’s still warm from your body heat…

and then it’s a stand-off where Sal keeps insisting on taking the jacket home to wash before returning but YOU keep insisting that it’s fine and you’ll just take it, and neither of you can admit your ACTUAL reasons—sal, who doesn’t wanna admit that he fuckin soaked that poor jacket bc of how flustered he got, and you, who REALLY doesn’t wanna confess that you know he sweated through the jacket and that’s exactly WHY you want it w/o washing it 💕 amazing

[CW: ns/fw grapefruit, unsanitary, kewk overshares]

>Okay so i gotta say based on your asks I feel like we are kindred spirits in kink because I have hinted at/ sparsely mentioned some stuff I'm into on the blog here and there but haven't gotten many bites before, but you… you get me bro. truly, a fellow man of taste /p 😎🍻

>I say all that bc SCENT/SWEAT KINK GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (AND there's mutual pining too???) UM YES TO THIS IMAGINE 100000% [THANK YOU FOR ALL THE GOOD-SMELLING FOOD] 😩🙏💖💦💦💦

>Speaking as someone who has cosplayed as him, it is more than likely that Sal is a pretty sweaty guy bc it is hot af under that mask, and paired with the long-sleeve sweatshirt and skinny jeans and his nervous shvitzing? Fucking forget it man his default is 'a little damp' and he comes home straight-up soggy in the summer time lmao

>But! I think he tries to bathe daily (when his mental health allows), so he usually doesn't stink. Most of the time, he's got a combination of 'dat Good Natural Man Smell' + 'the deoderant that is failing to fully cover it up' going on (AKA the Good Stuff) though it can get a little strong if he didn't reapply half way through the day...;;;

>Yup catch me ripping that sweaty jacket off of him and using it as a pillowcase for the next week lmao goodnight~ 🛌💤💕

#k.e.w.k. answers #sorry steve #grapefruit #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #romance #tw yandere #tw unsanitary #scent kink

[journalsouppe]

So far I’ve only played DGS and AA1 out of the Ace Attorney games and have been having so much fun!

Sorry for all the attacks on Edgeworth LMAO I tend to curse out the prosecutors when they get too smug

Close ups and text below!

Stickers by Halmistax on Redbubble and NoodlesAndTeaShop on Etsy!! Christmas and assorted stickers are from the store Daiso

I think it’s so funny that Ace Attorney is a shocking mystery game not just because of how the cases play out, but also because the dialogue is so insane . Like what do you mean Phoenix used to tip cows and Edgeworth has a chess set that is specifically modeled after himself and Phoenix

Typed out writing!

Rating: 9.1/10 Played: Wi 2023 Port: N. Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y Series: Ace Attorney

Comments:

Love the pixel art, very smooth animations

Revealed the killer in the first animation??

Super easy first case? TGA was not only longer but had a more compelling case

So far I like Phoenix and Mia but not Larry

Edgeworth's a dirty, cheating bastard. Where's the integrity T^T

I am so happy Nick and Miles are 24

The dialogue is crazy, everyone is so mean

THE STEPLADDER RETURNS

Lmao Edgeworth gay ass

Sal Menalla...... these damn names omfg

NOT THE L33T SPEAK -_-

This kid is hilarious

Ohh mia and maya are sisters

Nick, my non driving king <<<<<<3333333

"I AM SADDLED WITH UNNECCESSARY FEELINGS"

honestly love Maya, she's so funny (& Gumshoe!!)

Ayyy Christmas on Christmas [I played Dl-6 on christmas lol]

Love the animation similarities between Edgeworth and von Karma

Very much an errand game...

Poor Gumshoe T_T

I absolutely love the corruption of Edgeworth and the drama 10/10

What is with Prosecutors and Tragic backstories

There's so much inspo for DGS in this

Edgworth is such a repressed gay man who is so bad at hiding his feeligns

Switch version isn't pixelated?

Credits? I thought there was another case

different art and animation for case 5???

Don't like the way the cowboy drinks

Edgeworth's room and sports car lmfao

THE DAMN JAR ANGLE

EMA?

The silence was so loud lmao

Feenie's a cow tipper???

Love the Gant and Stronghart/Vortex parallels

Edgeworth you bastard stop stealing my objections

not the jumping out of a window reference

oooo Edgeworth, you like to talk about Phoenix???

Game Dev Notes

Really great art, style, and animations - very unique

limited music, no character themes

new case as a bonus for the DS edition at the time

iconic quotes and cases - referenced every year

love the resolution of the characters in the credits

last case introduced 3D investigation - really fun and loved

incredible character design and emotional growth

Summary: What an incredibly start to a series. I completely understand why people love Ace Attorney so much. Amazing characters and development, great and insane humor, blatant homoeroticism, and well thought out mysteries. Although it's not to the scale of TGAA, you can see all the major inspiration TGAA took from just the first game. I believe AA1 would be just as phenomenal as TGA if it had all of the same resources. I absolutely love these characters, they have so much personality and Capcom really knows how to utilize humor. The relationship between Phoenix and Miles is great. They complement each other so well and learn to embrace each other's passion to create such a beautiful duo. They are the lawyers to be feared because they will stop at nothing to discover the truth. They're also so in love with each other and they're not subtle about it. I loved each case as they really highlighted everyone's personality and motivation/ The discovery of Edgeworth's past and how Phoenix helped him, hell, saved him and shaped him to pursue a future filled with integrity. The art is so amazing. The switch version doesn't have the pixel art but for such an older game, the art is incredible. There's limited music and there's a lot of running around but the charm of the characters and great mysteries is what boosted the score. I am so excited to play more of these games and meet some of the fan favorite characters. The AA community is so talented and loving. I am so happy to be here!

#ace attorney #journal #video games #video game journal #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #journalsouppe #bullet journal

[kedreeva]

hi, me again. thank you so much for your reply and taking the time to explain☺️ I've seen some discourse about Eddie being a bad influence on Chrissie for selling her Special K and that he would get her off the straight and narrow or in general for selling drugs and I wanted to hear your take on it since I feel you have such deep understanding of his character. I don't consider him "problematic" or the likes, and I feel it doesn't take away from his character being the protector of the group. Most blogs talking about the two scenes with him and Chrissie are Edissie or anti Edissie and it's difficult to find blogs who would look at it in a realistic way that focuses on the characters with their complexities and not on their dynamic as romantic or not romantic☺️

Not my typical fare but okay!

The first thing I have to say up front is that I'm p o s i t i v e that both sides of this are discussing the issue as if the characters are real people who have real agency and could have done anything differently. They can't. They never could have, because they aren't real people and they have no agency. Regardless of ANYthing else, Chrissy went to Eddie because the plot needed Eddie to witness Chrissy die in order to drag him into the shenanigans, and she went home with him because the plot needed Eddie to be on the run because he's suspected of Chrissy's murder. That's it. EVERYTHING else is flavor text. There's no "he could make her worse" or "she could make him better" because they're both dead tools of a bad plot.

The second thing I want to make clear is that SALS is a backbone of fandom and should remain so. I don't care who ships what. I don't care. Also I don't care if someone considers a character "problematic." If you see shitheads calling characters problematic, just block them! It's very easy. One button click will VASTLY improve your experience of fandom. The people who call characters problematic are people I don't want to interact with like.... ever. Because they haven't learned critical thinking skills and we will not get along. "Problematic" is a purity wank word used by people who haven't figured out that things are not black and white and that media doesn't need to be morally pure to be good or to be liked. "Problematic" is a fucking meaningless word used by people who haven't grown up enough to just say "I don't like this character and that's a me problem."

BUT. If we want to talk about the flavor of the text, we shall do so on the condition that we all agree you can't argue taste. In this context, I use this to mean that I'm not going to argue anyone's headcanons, because that's literally all the above arguments you've listed are. He cannot lead her down any paths- they are both dead. We can extrapolate where things might have gone, we can have favored headcanons for how they might have interacted later on, we can have reasonable ideas of canon-divergence paths. But it's all headcanon. It's all supposition. It's taste, and I won't argue it, I'll just tell you what flavors I taste.

To answer your question(s) (finally), we have to look at what we know about Chrissy. Which is.... not a lot. She's a cheerleader with insecurities, particularly about her body (given the hallucinations of her mother's nagging her about her size). She is dating Jason (poor life choices imo, but also the choice that makes the most sense for her social status and societal pressures of the times). She's seeing a counselor who isn't able to help her (through no fault of the counselor's or Chrissy's). She's suffering physical and mental pains due to being hunted by Vecna, because Vecna is going after her for the same reasons he'll go after the others- socially/emotionally/communally, she's somehow isolated herself from other human connection that should have been able to support her and help her (the same way we see Max cutting herself off from her friends and family over her issues).

None of that has anything to do with Eddie. At all.

Eddie comes into the picture because Chrissy chooses ("chooses" but remember as a character she has no agency and cannot choose this, the writers chose this for her because they needed things to happen for the plot) to handle her problems not by talking to her friends or trying to connect with human beings, but by seeking drugs to escape. Where and how she acquires them actually has no bearing on Eddie's character. If Eddie hadn't been selling drugs, Chrissy still would have sought someone to buy them from. That's NOT Eddie's choice, that's Chrissy's choice. It is ALSO Chrissy's choice to ask him if he has anything stronger than what he initially offers.

This is not Eddie "leading" her anywhere. He seems genuinely surprised, a little suspicious, and kind of annoyed about doing the deal at all until he sees that she's clearly having some problems, at which point he switches to concerned. Before that, he offers her an out with "We don't have to do this" and saying all she has to do is say the word and he'll walk away. At this point, it's not his business why she wants the drugs or why she'd back out of the deal. To be clear, I've never sold drugs in my life, but I feel like it's the sort of business where you just don't ask questions about why someone wants them or what they're gonna do with them or anything. It's not your concern, and frankly I feel like the less you know probably the better.

And... well, to be perfectly honest? Outside of shipping goggles (which I will don at will), the two don't seem to really know each other at all. The last common ground they are cited to have was a middle school talent show, which was, what, like 6 years prior? 6 years when you're 18-20ish is like. a third of your life ago. They've been going to the same small high school where people clearly, like, Know Everyone, and the last instance either of them can recall an interaction was when Eddie was in middle school? I'm sorry but to me, that just doesn't speak to him having a lot of influential power over her. EVEN in a vulnerable state.

She's there because she asked to be there, she follows him home because she asked for more. She went to him, not the other way around.

And we absolutely CANNOT forget the extra factor that she was literally being hunted by a supernatural monster capable of warping her thoughts and feelings, who was using her shame and guilt against her to an extreme degree, causing her to hallucinate, giving her headaches and nightmares- the whole shebang. She's NOT in her right state of mind AND Eddie has NO WAY to know that. imo, neither one of them is at fault here, they are both victims of their own and each others' circumstances. It's unfortunate for them both, but it is what it is.

But it DOES leave a few questions that you may find relevant.

First: If she HAD been in her right state of mind (ie, no vecna), would she have gone to Eddie for drugs in the first place? No, probably not; according to Jason, who arguably does know her best USUALLY in TYPICAL times, she would not have touched the stuff. As much as I think Jason is a total douche, given the surprise from Eddie that Chrissy came to him in the first place, I actually believe Jason's belief that Chrissy wouldn't do that.

Second: If she HAD NOT come to Eddie first, would he have gone to her? Given that they have not interacted in the 6 years he'd been in HS, with several of them being the same years as her, and not interacted since he was in middle school... I'm gonna have to go with no, he wouldn't have. Why would he? They obviously run in completely separate social circles and he's left her alone the entire rest of the time.

Third: If Eddie had KNOWN about the reasons she was not in her right mind (ie, vecna), would he have tried to sell her drugs still? It's hard to say for sure, but given that he doesn't try to sell or give Max any drugs, or suggest that as a solution to anyone else in the group, I'm gonna go with No, he wouldn't have. Why would he? That's not gonna solve the problem and may, in fact, make the problems much worse. In normal times it wouldn't have solved the problems either but I feel like he probably has some sympathy for wanting to escape real life for a little while- considering he also plays DND, he seems familiar with the desire to escape real life for a little bit, any way he can.

And in fact, the most we see him interact with any substances outside of his stuff with Chrissy is a) to request beer from Nancy and b) to have his cigarette swatted away by Robin (which he reacts to with mild disbelief/annoyance and nothing else). He doesn't push anything on anyone else, he doesn't talk about it to anyone else. The drug dealing seems to be, at best, a side hustle for some cash under normal circumstances. Which, given his life circumstances, and the way he talks about his dad, it's probably not even something he is terribly invested in doing a lot of, but also may not see much of a choice if it's something easy that he's good at that helps him and his uncle get by. And, at least in my own mind, may be something he does to be less of a burden on Wayne (not that I think Wayne would ever think that, not that I think children are a burden on their caretakers, just that I can see where Eddie might see that for himself, or even that he just has things he wants, like his guitar or his DND supplies etc, that he may not want to ask Wayne for the money to buy).

In conclusion, I don't remember the question, but I hope this answers it.

#asks #anon asks #dash stretcher #stranger things #stranger things meta #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #also nonny the start sounds aggressive but i promise it's not #and it's not directed at you specifically #i just didn't want anyone misunderstanding where i was coming from

[the-haunted-office]

⤏ send me “plots please”(for Doomsday or Thursday or also for your lesser used muses. With any of my muses :)

Yeah! I have a couple things in mind. x3

For Doom and AM. I'd love for them to get into some kind of trouble or mischief, especially if it's for one to help the other. I'm not really sure specifically how or what yet. That's something we can work out if you're up for it! I know we've loosely talked about them being enemies to friends before, or frienemies, so I think it'd be neat to be able to have an opportunity to show that they do appreciate each other as friends because Doom certainly thinks of him as one!

2. Stanley and Patricia! I don't know if you have anything planned as far as revealing her past or anything, but I'd love for her and Stanley to get to learn more about each other. It'd also be interesting to have a plot where Stanley dies and he needs his Narrator (Arthur) to revive him, and that whole process gets revealed to Patricia (we've talked about this in the server before, but I'm trying not to give too much away here, not that it's a big deal but yeah :p).

3. Thursday... Poor Thursday has been left behind ever since she became a mom, which is kinda par for the course, speaking from experience! I'd love for her to get back into plotting and character development, but I honestly don't know where to go with her. Maybe she and Sal can get into trouble or Thursday and Tau can go on an adventure some time.

#drchandras sanctuary for ais

[lucianasalazar]

THE BASICS

full name: luciana iris salazar.

nickname(s): luci, ana, sal.

age: thirty.

date of birth: june 11.

zodiac sign: gemini.

place of birth: houston, texas.

gender: cis female.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

religion: absolutely none.

education: high school diploma.

occupation: bartender.

language(s) spoken: english, spanish.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: priscilla quintana.

hair color: dark brown.

eye color: green.

height: 5′6″.

weight: 110 lbs.

build: slim, athletic.

tattoos: she has a very small ‘p’ on her wrist. it’s for her daughter.

piercings: ears,

distinguishing characteristics: her green eyes.

FAMILY

father: jorge salazar †

mother: suzanne hammond

sibling(s): none.

pet(s): none.

financial status: lower middle class.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings: abandonment, alcoholism, bad parenting, death, pregnancy.

Luciana Iris Salazar was an accident at best. Her parents were young, dumb, and too unprepared to care properly for a child, but they tried their best. Of course, their best wasn’t always good enough. She watched her parents blame one another for everything wrong in their lives, but neither ever tried fixing things. Instead, the blame game continued and no one suffered more than Luciana.

Things only changed when her mother packed her bags and left Luciana to fend for herself in the home of an alcoholic father. Despite his poor drinking habits, he was a good man up until the drinking caught up with him.

At the age of seventeen, Luciana lost her father to the only coping mechanism he’d ever known. Fortunately, she was able to finish out the last month of her senior year of high school, but after that, she had nothing. Nowhere to go, no college to attend. While her friends blossomed into creator minds and chased education, she dove head first into a cold world.

She swore off relationships as a whole because she knew the damage that someone could do if she allowed them to. That’s why when she met Jaxson Davis, she never once hesitated to give him a moment’s worth of her time, but she made him work for it and when he did, she found herself falling.

She wasn’t in love with him and it came to no fault to him. It was a concept that she just didn’t think was possible for herself, as was motherhood, but the latter had taken her by surprise. What started out as nothing more than a stomach cramp and missed period turned into news that she wasn’t prepared for.

With the support of Jaxson, she tried to be excited for the inevitable and there were times that she was. However, her fears outweighed her false confidence, at least until the moment she gave birth.

It was fear that pushed her to lie about who the father was. She knew it was Jaxson, but she hadn’t expected him to argue it and watching him do so only proved that he wanted to be in their daughter’s life. By comparison, he had everything that Luciana didn’t. A stable job, a home, and resources. He was the better fit. When the big court date arrived and the battle for custody was supposed to begin, she didn’t show up. There was no point in fighting a losing battle, regardless of what people had urged her to do.

She packed her bags and did what she knew best; survived.

Fast forward two years and after some research, she’s come to Ithaca to get a chance at knowing her daughter. She bartends at the Loca Cantina and is running an OnlyFans account on the side.

CONNECTIONS

the on and off again. this person has been in her life for a long time. when they met, they probably couldn’t stand one another and i’m not sure that ever really changed. their togetherness was never much of a relationship, but more like two lonely people consistently finding comfort in one another. when she met jaxson, that stopped. there was a brief moment after she walked away from jaxson and their daughter that she entertained the idea of feeling a lot less lonely again, but when they were supposed to meet up, she didn’t show. in true luciana fashion, she ran.

bar patrons. anyone that might frequent the bar she works at. she’s only been there for a month, but she’s been working the general public for years now. she’s sweet, can be flirty, and has the right about attitude that no one messes with her much. this is pretty much open for any kind of connection. frenemies, enemies, friends, confidants.

coffee shop confidant. they would have met after accidentally having their orders switched around and realizing the mistake. it could start off nothing more than two strangers trying to correct an innocent wrong, but it turns into a conversation that leads to luci admitting more about herself than she has in a long time.

the motivator. this person could have saw luci looking at college stuff online or maybe she had pamphlets printed out about a nursing program she wants to start. she never went to college, but now she’s considering it. this person might have answered a question or two she had, but they pushed her into thinking it would be a good idea and from there, they became friends.

#ithacaintro

[ebitchwriting]

Dragged Into The Blood

Story Summary: Never staying in one place for long, moving nearly every year, Lea Anderson was used to impermanence, chaos, and having to leave everything behind at the drop of a hat. Lea never expected that she would be kidnapped and wake up in a rusted, decrepit prison cell because of a madman's delusional belief in eugenics and cleansing the Earth of imperfection. By herself, with only the clothing on her back, she will have to rely on luck and logic to escape before she's killed or worse. Warnings: mentions of violent behavior, mention of killing two members of a family and terrorizing the rest, stubborn parenting, mention of nightmares, and dysphoria due to monstrous features.

Hello, Dearhearts, and welcome back! So this is the last chapter of the buffer arc before we enter the Revelations 2 arc and finally get caught up to where I originally was in the original Fanfiction.net version of this story! I really wanted to show the complications of Lea's home life, what comforts she has, and show Roark's point of view and his faults without straight-up villainizing him, which is something I was accidentally doing in the original fic. Hope y'all like it!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16.

Chapter 12: Entering A New Chapter

Roark

“You don’ understand, Redfield, Walker is a feckin’ maniac.” Roark shouted in a whisper, his eyes darting up toward the ceiling before returning vaguely toward the ground. From what he could hear, there was still no movement from Lea’s bedroom. She suffered enough, and everything he did seemed to worsen things. The least he could do was let the poor girl sleep. “Him pulling a gun on a bony kid? Wasn’ the only time he pulled some crazy shite on us. In multiple situations, he set up Jada and Sal as bait and nearly got ’em killed. His explanation? ‘If they died, then they weren’t any good.’ And not to mention his feckin’ vendetta against Shawn and me…” Roark fought to keep his tone quiet. Pacing the room, roughly running a hand through his unkempt hair.

“Anderson,” Chris’s voice cut through, his tone tired and curt.

“Then the feckin’ bastard kills Jada and Sal and terrorizes my family for years before disappearin’ off the face of the Earth! He ain’ gone, he ain’ dead, he will come back. And if I’m not here…” Roark went on, ignoring that Chris had even spoken, his breaths growing more labored.

“Anderson,” Chris tried again, his tone snappier than before.

“I protected her for sixteen years. Sixteen years. I fecked up once, I’m not gonna feck up again-”

“Anderson! Shut up and listen for one minute!” Chris snapped, loud enough that Roark winced and pulled the phone away from his ear. After a short moment, Roark pressed the flip phone back to his ear. “I get why you’re scared. After everything you all have been through, I don’t blame you. But she’s not under the protection of a small mercenary group anymore. She’s under the protection of B.S.A.A. Plus you trained her well. She’s cautious and won’t take any chances with her safety.”

“But-” The shaggy-haired man started to argue, promptly cut off by Chris.

“And she’s not a starving little preschooler anymore! Yeah, she’s sixteen, but she’s also nearly an adult. With the way you’re trying to double down and rob her of any chance to have a life, you can’t be surprised Lea won’t talk to you.” Chris paused for a moment, breathing deeply before continuing. “You can’t get trust if you don’t trust her.” Both men went silent, and for a moment, Roark’s eyes softened in understanding. Searching eyes wandered nowhere in the dimly lit living room as he was lost in thought. After that moment, however, his barely wrinkled face contorted into a harsh grimace at Chris’s accusation.

“Don’t tell me how to parent my daughter. Until she’s eighteen, she stays with me.” He lowly hissed out, nearly slamming the flip phone shut. It was only then that he noticed how his chest was heaving. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to calm down, and shortly, his breathing returned to its deep, rhythmic pattern. He refused to let himself lose control, especially not over some random stranger, thinking he knew how to parent his daughter best.

Roark clicked off the lamp, easily navigating his way in the darkness to the stairwell. Each step was feather light and slow. Each breath was carefully controlled and quiet. At the top of the stairway, the mercenary tip-toed to the middle door on the left. Leaning forward, he got as close to the shut door as possible without touching it, peeling his ears for any sounds. For a moment, nothing. Then he heard it, a whimper, then a quiet sob.

Without wasting another second, Roark opened the door, stepping through the doorway. He expected to see his little girl trying her best to stifle her sobs like he often catches her doing late at night. But no, not this time. She was under the weighted covers this time, sweat beading her skin and eyes screwed shut. A nightmare.

As quietly as possible, Roark made his way to her bedside. Kneeling on the ground, he reached a large hand toward the whimpering teenager, gently brushing away the damp hair from her face. Lea stilled at the touch, and for a moment, Roark stilled too, fearing the mere touch had woken her. Then her eyes relaxed, and she released her breath, relaxing into the touch. Roark sighed in relief, recognizing she was still asleep. Momentarily, he wondered how she hadn’t heard him until he saw the bright orange earplugs.

Sadly smiling at his slumbering daughter, he stayed there, caressing her hair until her breath evened out and her fists stopped clutching at the covers. Slowly, he stood up and returned to the door, carefully shutting it. Even before she was taken, Lea had always had chronic nightmares, but not like this. She didn’t fear sleep before. She never avoided it for days at a time. He wanted so badly for Lea to confide in him again. About her nightmares. What happened when she was taken. Anything. Everything. Roark wished his little girl would just let him help and stop treating him like a stranger.

Lea

The warm rays of the dawn seep through the open window, washing over the sleeping teen, gently waking her from her slumber. Lea slowly blinked against the soft yet bright morning light. She can’t remember the last time she had woken up peacefully rather than waking up gasping for air. Lea let her eyes drift over to the alarm clock on her nightstand, confirming what she already knew, that she had more than enough time to prepare for the interview at TerraSave and then some. Sighing, she pushed herself into a sitting position, still feeling the telltale signs of exhaustion. Before she had been abducted, she would have just rolled over and gone back to sleep. She was already used to waking up nearly every two or three hours beforehand. Yet now, she couldn’t bear the thought. Not when falling asleep already reminded her so much about— that.

Without another thought, Lea tossed aside her heavy covers and dragged herself out of her twin-sized bed. She walked toward the door, grabbing the rough cotton bathrobe off the hook before swinging the door open and entering the bathroom. Completely ignoring the light switch, she flipped on the fan and walked towards the tub. Lea dropped the bathrobe on the ground and turned the water. As the water warmed up, Lea started stripping the damp, sweaty pajamas off, avoiding looking in the direction of the mirror. The darkness made the reflection harder to see, but with her eyesight now, the darkness made little difference. 

Lea took her time once she stepped under the steaming water. Closing her eyes, she let herself lose track of time, letting the hot water beat down her neck. Focusing entirely on the sensation of her sharp nail scratching at her scalp as she lathered, the sting quickly washed away under the barely tolerable heat of the water. The scraping feeling of the loofa dragging across her skin. How the scent of sandalwood and citrus permeates the humid air. Even after she finished rinsing herself off, Lea sat under the stream, relaxing her muscles under the steady beat of the stream.

As soon as the water started to turn lukewarm, she shut off all the knobs, pulling herself out of the tub and wrapping the bathrobe around herself. Walking toward the mirror, she sighed, leaning over to flip the light switch. Still refusing to bring her gaze to the mirror, she grabbed her toothpaste and toothbrush and brushed every crevice. Still averting her gaze after rinsing her mouth, she grabbed the brush and roughly brushed through the wet mess. Sighing, she opened the drawer, pulled out her contact lens case, and forced herself to look up. 

Lea still flinched at the sight of her inhuman eyes. The fiery red-orange hue of the iris, the slit pupils, the way her eyes seemed to nearly glow. The eyes of a monster. The eyes of her monster. Her eyes dropped. After a long moment, Lea shivered and opened the case. She spent another long moment staring at the small, delicate lenses before picking it up. Ignoring the pit of dread building in her gut, Lea opened her eye wide, carefully placing the lens in, then switching to the other. Looking down, she blinked rapidly as she got used to the delicate things.

Then came the part she loved most. Looking up, no longer were the demonic eyes that haunted her dreams. Gone were the cat-like pupils. Instead, there were bright, emerald green irises and pupils humans should have. Sure, it wasn’t the same as her original eye color, and the colored contacts and pupil adjusters did make her eyes look slightly cartoon-like. Yet, Lea couldn’t help but smile and revel in the rush of peace that filled her chest at the sight.

Shaking her head, Lea pushed away from the counter and walked back into her bedroom. Walking toward the closet, she grabbed a nice flowy brown blouse, a light black jacket, and a pair of black slacks. After dressing, she grabbed a pair of brown flats with small buckles on the side to bring the outfit together. Looking back at the alarm clock, Lea huffed when she saw she still had around four hours until the interview. 

Pausing, the teenager tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes, and focused on just listening. After a moment, she could hear her father’s and uncle’s soft snores. Opening her eyes, she took a few steps to her nightstand, grabbed her phone, keys, and the Trickster’s Choice novel, and left. The upside to her newfound abilities, it certainly wasn’t an effort to sneak out anymore. 

As soon as she was out of the house, she made her way to her motorcycle. She put it in neutral and started pushing it out of the driveway and up the gravel road. As she made the long trek up the road, Lea idly let her eyes roam the trees surrounding the gravel road, listening to the bird calls and scurry of faraway critters. The young blonde smiles to herself. A rare occurrence where she was glad her hearing was far more sensitive. Observing wildlife was one of the few things that genuinely calmed her down. 

After a little over half an hour of walking, she finally saw the highway ahead. With a smile, she hopped on the motorcycle, changed gears, and started speeding down the smooth asphalt. 

‘... Let’s see what TerraSave has to offer…’

#resident evil #dragged into the blood #original characters #chris redfield #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #chris is only in there for the beginning of the chapter though

[cielospeaks]

i think the thing that irritates me the most abt g o (besides just the horrible shit ‘morals’) is the idea the writers have that the only people who feel loss/disillusionment/guilt/ect are kings and heroes and legends and gods. like whenever a character who was a ruler or a legendary hero deals with defeat/their legacy/ect its always written to be “ohhh this poor hero! so strong! so powerful!” and when its someone who isnt (like sal or izou for instance) its always played as a joke, like “lol loser f a k e g a m e r you gonna cry to mommy you noob?”. like its literally the anti p eter p arker character type. instead of “everyman who has to put his own needs aside in order to help others, who cant catch a break but never stops trying to help” being the sympathetic main character, its “op blessed has everything character fucking stubs their toe and destroys the world over it, look at them poor uwu baby and desire them” which is. so not attractive. oh my gosh

#on a slightly related note the absolute power. of sympathetic antagonist/anti hero saying 'im not a monster' or something like that #as opposed to throwing a tantrum and guilt tripping someone with the 'im a monster(?)' thing #the absolute strength and power of that good writing. i appreciate #negative #gameblogging #but on the real subject everyman/person with bad destiny forced on them >>>>> op godly king #(and this could be just as much a criticism of f h or literally any other fantasy gacha game) #i v just irritates me bc all the characters are so. damn. passive. abt. everything. #like i understand who its appealing to but would it kill to give the characters fucking agency for once #like. id like more than one fucking character if the others were more likeable :/ #i also hate how damn inconsistent this game is #like they play the 'no one knows who you are' with like the #most fucking iconic composer and other super well known ppl. yet they give like game breaking powers to their oc #like juust admit ur full of it and stop trying to justify bad writing #i admit i give my characters the good stuff(tm) and i am free and thriving

[double-knots-archive]

      “Please don’t hurt roland too much.” 

#THREADS. || CAROLINE; #I CAN SIDE-EYE THAT SHIT. || COMMENTARY; #--; even she agrees he needs to be hurt a lil tho #--; HER MUSE WASNT AWAKE UNTIL SAL ANSWERED THAT #--; AND SHE SAW HER OWN POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW AND WENT O H N O #--; SHUT U P C A R

[nextonmy-tbr]

Book Review: The Good Girl's Guide series

Author: Holly Jackson

Genre: Murder Mystery, Thriller, Suspense

An a-grade student who wants to solve a closed case. The most scandalous case of her town. She says it is for her school project. But is it the truth? Read the book to find out...

My thoughts: -

To say that I enjoyed this series is underselling it. It's awesome. I definitely loved the first book more than the other ones in this series. But all of them are worth it. I literally kept on thinking Holy Shit! at every chapter.

Plot: -

“I have already learned my lesson here: when you catch someone lying about a murdered girl, you go ask them why.”

I have loved the plot in each of the three books. They are just insane! I think I probably loved the first book of the series a lot more than the others but nonetheless it makes a pretty good series. The build-up of the plot is perfect, and the suspense made me finish each book in just couple of sittings. I also liked how articles/journals/podcasts were placed in between of the chapters, showing us how the story is moving forward. This story is not just about solving a murder case it also deals with the consequences of solving the said case on most of the characters. The three book series is a perfect package and you will see everything coming to full circle in the last book. Though I wished things were taken a bit differently in last book, especially the end (I am trying soo hard not to give spoilers ;p). Something I found weird in this book is the police. I mean they are just pretty much useless throughout the series. I just find it damn hard to digest.

Characters: -

“I’m not sure I’m the good girl I once thought I was. I’ve lost her along the way.”

Pip is one of the badass characters known in the literary world. She is head-strong, determined and most importantly she believes in herself and every decision that she makes. Though you can see that this believing-in-self attitude of her diminishing in the third book, which is really sad. But that is understandable as we see her dealing with a lot, especially with suffering from trauma and PTSD. This book is journey of Pip, from her trying to find justice, realising that maybe there is no justice to making one of her own.

“You know I have never said this to a girl before, but… I’m glad you came knocking on my door out of blue to interrogate me.”

Ravi is just……. well, I have no words. He is the sweetest, kindest and funniest (probably not funniest but you know what I mean) character. He is that character that when you read the book you start thinking – I’m never going to find a guy like him. He is just awesome and just so underrated. I mean why do I not see even people in the fandom swooning for him!! My guy deserves better. You will see him a lot more in the first book rather than the rest, so people just savor the content while it lasts.

Lets talk about other characters – Cara and Naomi, I wished they had more page time. I really liked the Nat storyline. Max, to say that I hate him would be just understating it. Definitely wanted more of the Singh family and their bond with Pip. Andie is one complex character but she deserved better. But she is not the only character that deserved better, there is Sal too! That poor, kind soul.

I would wrap this up by saying that this book series should definitely be tried by everyone if you love a good murder mystery with head-strong lead character.  

#a good girls guide to murder #good girl bad blood #as good as dead #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #holly jackson #sal singh #andie bell #book review #booklr

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Dead Karamel Fics Club

So, I was talking with a @raisedbyfandomwolves about the karamel fics ideas we are never going to write and I’m going to kill you with one of my ideas.

The title: DEAD TO THE WORLD

Theme song:

Deathwish without a prayer

End of hope

End of love

End of time

The rest is silence 

*evil laugh*

It starts sometime after s3. Mon-El for a few years is in the future and exploring with his Legion friend Sal the ruins of National City (most of the humanity lives in the flying cities, because the future, bitches!, and most of the earth is destroyed).

Suddenly Sal calls him, because he finds intact newspaper. Mon grabs it but it turns to dust, but before he manages to make a hologram of the first page with his ring.

The article written by James Olsen is about Supergirl’s heroic death.

In their Legion headquarters he, Sal and Brainiac are talking about the article. Mon notices some of the facts in the article are different than in the past he remembers, also Kara should not be dead on that moment aka someone is screwing the timeline.

He demands (aka showing Brainiac into the wall and threatening to murder him with cold blood) to be sent into the past. Sal agrees to come with him.

The problem is, the device Brainiac offers is not good – it can bring you back once and then goes poof!. Also, they can’t take anything with them aka they end naked *Terminator’s theme in the background*. So, no legion rings. Also, they may or may not turn into a cloud made of molecules.

Mon of course doesn’t give a fuck but promises he won’t contact Kara or superfriends to not fuck the timeline more. Because they can’t take anything with them, Brainiac tattoos how to make the device on Mon’s back.

Before they are sent, they drink some rum and holds hands and byeeee, Brainiac Mon and Sal to the past.

What happens?

A lot can happen in 5 seconds.

In the first second, you can open your eyes and see darkness. You can realize you are levitating in air. You can also realize you are completely naked. In the second, you can fall down. In third, you can make a hole in the roof of a henhouse and be a cause of a collective heart attack of 20 poor chickens. In the fourth you can throw up the aldebaran rum you so unwisely drunk before Brainy sent your ass back into the past. In the fifth you can moan the one and only fitting word:

“Fuck.”

There is no Sal in the sight. Did he turn into a dust? Stay tuned!

Because I have amazing sense of humor, Mon is found by an old lady who is the owner of the henhouse. She aims a shotgun at him, while he, covers himself with a chicken and explains himself.

Because the lady is bored and she doesn’t see hot naked guys, she clothes him, feeds him and borrows some money for the bus to NC. In exchange, he fix some shit in her house.

In NC Kara is in her depressed mood that becomes worse, because sometimes she hears Mon’s hearbeat *sad violin music*

Mon is proceeding with his investigation but sometimes can’t help himself and watches her from some afar. So yeah, she really hears his hearbeat. Oh the ANGST.

He contacts… Lobotomizer (when I was developing this story I still didn’t mind her….). He explains her everything, shows her his mighty naked back and she promises making the device.

Then he is caught by *the drums* yes, you guessed right! Sal his pal, who is a Dxamite who survived the invasion (all his other friends-soldiers breathed too many lead and died) but was sucked by the same portal as Mon.

He is also *more drums* the guard who saved Mon on Daxam and yes! He wants revenge! Cold ass revenge! Because he blames Mon for his bro death, his chomik death (hamster on Daxam, Sal calls his Bob), his blah blah *villains bullshit* and will kill and destroy everything Mon’s love. Aka Kara :)

Mon somehow escapes the cage and runs to Kara who sees him for the first time, smiles and… ends dead, stabbed by a kryptonite blade. She dies in Mon’s arms and he blames himself, because I’m a cold bitch without a heart.

He thinks it’s all his fault and goes to Lena who gives him the time travel device. Instead of the future he goes to the past, to Daxam, the morning it is destroyed. He kills himself, because I’m super duper ass cold bitch. His guard tries to save him, but before he kills the Kryptonian, Mon-El stops him and allows the shocked ambassador to escape. Maybe, the guard accidentally shots him. Mon holds the face of his guard in his palms, says it’s the only way and embraces. And then kaboooom, all die.

Kara wakes up in the present, woken up by another nightmare, when she sees a strange random Daxamite guy who looks a little familiar but she can’t recall him.

Then Sal, who was sleeping beside her, because I’m a cruel horrible human being, wakes up, asks if it was a nightmare and they cuddle and come back to sleep, but Kara is still weirded out.

There is an implication Sal remembers the other timeline and everything what has happened.

THE END

Joking, I was thinking about part two, where Sal tries to prevent Kara from restoring her memories and shit happens, but because the power of love!, she does and then tries to save Mon-El. Not necessarily she would succeed because I really wanted to make this story horrible :P

Soooo, karamel fic writers! Do you have abandoned fic ideas? Care to share?!

Also, @raisedbyfandomwolves I’m challenging you to share your idea. MUHAHAAHH!

#karamel #karamel fics #my fam

[prince-toffee]

TRUE COLOURS

Here we go!

Oh no, there’s no intro. Oh fuck, it’s happening.

Flashback!!!! Marcy!!!!!!!

‘PSAT Prep for the soul’

‘Look at this cool bug I found’ I love Marcy

Oh is this going to focus on Sasha’s and Marcy’s relationship? So far we’ve only explored the dynamic between Sasha and Anne.

Oh my god was that Bill???? Wait I have to go back what was on the cover of the book? ‘Dr P’s Extraordinary Guide To Magic and Mystery’ Oh I sense another book for sale. Is this going to be like their ‘Magic Book of Spells’ from Star vs and ‘Journal 3′ from Gravity Falls? You know I’d buy that in a heart beat.

Dad? ‘Come home. We need to talk?’ Oh no. What’s going on?

Yep, divorce, it’s a bitch.

Destiny.

Marcy Wu and Crew. That’s their official team name, like the Justice League or Avengers. u can’t tell me otherwise.

Oh boy, this isn’t going to end well.

GASP IS- IS IT LEGS????? LEGS????

Aww that would be sweet, if the Plantars could go to Earth with Anne. Oh. Do you guys think that’s season 3? It’s a sort of reversal with them being in a different world.

That fucking tower, what is it? A clock? A... a lighter, or a it has to be like a clock, but like a cosmic clock, or whatever.

Real quick before Andreous appears on screen. He said he and his master want to undo the prophecy, what led Marcy to the Box was destiny, all of this is meant to happen, but what ever they do, they need to stay on Amphibia to do it, because Andreous wants them gone.

Keith David, always a win.

Yep! Knew it!

Andreous on all fours, horrifying.

Yep, told you. ‘Maybe I don’t want to rule a school, maybe I want to rule a kingdom.’ She wants power, more importantly she enjoys power!

Come on Andreous, really that’s all you got?

Marcy and Andreous must know each other well and have a lot of trust in each other, if they can understand a nod from the other. It’s heart braking that he’s a villain too. Everybody’s getting betrayed.

Come on, kick her ass Anne!

Oh no, I see it now, Marcy wants to fix the friendship because she doesn’t want Anne and Sasha split apart because it parallels her parents getting divorced, oh god, poor Marcy. That worries me she’s willing to be hurt and betrayed and walked over for them just to stay together with Sasha.

No.

*sigh of relief* Why didn’t it work?

OH BECAUSE OF ANNE NOT CHARGING THE CRYSTAL FULLY!!!!

YES ANNE KILL KILL KILLL

HEADBUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHAD ANNE!!!!!!!!

I HAVEN’T CLAPPED FOR ANYTHING IN THIS SHOW BEFORE BUT THE TRUE HERO HAS ARRIVED! GENERAL YUNAN

HOW DARE YOU SILENCE HER

I love her face.

ANOTHER GASP Are we going to the basement???? No just outside, okay.

Sal’s!!!! See? It’s all connected. And definitely not filler.

‘They do.’ I love her.

Hop Pop finally living out his dream.

Kick their ass Polly! I want Yunan to become Polly’s mentor.

What’s the present?

‘What’s the matter? You don’t like it?’ Worried Toad DadTM

HOLY SHIT WHAT

‘If it is, then it’s a really good thing we stopped him.’ Oh no, so many ‘oh no’s today

Hold on, back up, I need to see the evil-ass painting again, and analyse it using my English Media skills I learned at school. Uh huh, uh huh, I see, it’s the PowerPuff Girls fighting against Him. IT’S A SPACESHIP!? OF COURSE IT’S A SPACE SHIP! IT’S ALWAYS A SPACESHIP! Yep there’s the moss people being eradicated, the music box somehow powering the castle spaceship. Andreous, or maybe an ancestor of Andreous, his father or grandfather maybe, wielding the box under the Sauron Pinecone. Oh and a lot of dead frogs and or toads, nice. Some flame over Anne too. The spark inside our hearts, I’m sure.

Alright, that was a lot, resume please.

Oh no, we’re not even half way through the episode, that’s not good.

Ah you see! The boy who cried wolf! Anne’s not gonna believe you now!

Oh I love the animation on this fight.

‘My one good eye.’

Yeah, but also no, but yeah, but no... this is a lose-lose situation.

Oh no, still an entire half of the episode to go.

Oh god that face.

What’s gonna happen?

LORE TIME IS EVIL TIME!!!!!!

OH SHIT OH SHIT UHHH A LOT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

IT’S A FUCKING GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S A FUCKING GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE TOWER IS A FUCKING GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S NOT A CLOCK, IT’S A FUCKING GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best reveal.

...what... she... she knew...

EVERYBODY IS GETTING BETRAYED!!!!!!

‘TRUE COLOURS’ THIS TITLE HAS SO MANY MEANINGS

THAT WAS THE PROPOSITION! FUCK!

THE NOISE I JUST MADE

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!????

MARCY YOU’RE SOUNDING INSANE!

No.

‘I gave you this.’

Nice flame sword.

No, no, no, I’m crying.

So Anne’s a super saiyan now.

THE ANIMATION

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN INTO THE PORTAL, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?????!!?!!!!

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what

#amphibia #amphibia season 2 #amphibia spoilers

[20thcentury-kylo]

Tides Of Memory Chapter 1.5

hey there.. I'm gonna be honest this probably took more out of me than it should- i got a tad too ambitious and burnt myself out :p and i was so unsatisfied with it that most of the art got scrapped in the process, with that in mind i don't consider this a full chapter, I'm gonna take a step back and try a more manageable approach for the next one- (hopefully that wont take as long heheh)

Anywho i hope you enjoy what i have here even if its not much~

Eyes set adrift a sunlit room that morning. Echos of his dream still rang clearly in his thoughts. Kiome shifts from the dorm’s bed in a slow fluid motion. Standing to stretch, he revels in the subtle pops and cracks that surge through his body. Stray tears are wiped away as the sleep slowly fades from his eyes. He’s standing at the bathroom mirror- trying for once to remember the sights from his last dream, nothing comes to mind except flashes of red and pink hues. However what he remembers more than anything- and what he can't seem to shake from his mind; is the lullaby-like melody and the words playing over and over in soft loops.

“I knocked on your bedroom door~” The lyrics come to him so naturally that Kiome can't help but hum them as he brushes his teeth. Strangely enough it’s accompanied by faint strums of a guitar that isn't really there- all things he chooses to ignore. The poor boy's life is confusing enough already.

It takes no more than an hour for Kiome to be ready and out of the dorm, checking his phone to ensure he isn't late for homeroom. Summer’s in full swing as the temperatures rise to the mid 80’s and the scent of blooming sunflowers once again grace the air. Kiome’s pace slows as he’s accompanied by Ryota, Kengo, and Shiro, with the latter two engaged in their usual morning banter. The swordsman falls behind a bit- still trapped by thoughts of his dreams. Something about the clouds wispy white puffs is strangely familiar, and he finds himself unable to contain the smile that forms in response. Ryota gives him a questioning look, yet with a smile from Kiome brushes it off as a sign that today would just be a good day.

First period is no slower than usual, Ziz moves her lesson along at a comfortable pace allowing Kiome time to daydream. His mind wanders again to the contents of his recurring dreams, something similar to a sad nostalgia seems to wash over him in the moment. He remembers… losing something- someone, but when he screams the question of who into the void- he gets no response, only the words he can't seem to get out of his head

“Darling, I love you~”

The school day seems to blur by, a collection of laughs and sighing wistfully at the antics of his classmates. Kiome is packing up from his last class when he hears an intriguing rumor amongst his friends.

“Yeah, something about hearin’ strange music and coming back from hell-'' Kengo mutters in between bites of the treats Ryota had brought for them. His interest piqued- Kiome slid closer to the group, getting a rainbow bun from Ryota in the process. Morikata continues the story- telling them of how a group of transients attempted to salvage some sunken treasure- only to have their ship sunk by some mysterious sound wave. As the information kept coming in by each of his peers, he’d figured he knew where his next adventure was.

“Sounds like they got into some serious trouble for it, even if it is true we don't have much to go on '' Shiro's words of warning felt strangely directed at just him, but regardless this wasn't something the swordsman was just gonna let pass by. At another mention of Nakano by the others, the boy's mind shifts to some familiar faces. Knowing it was anything involving ships, Eita and the others especially Benten. Benten would definitely be there- He’d go on and check on them while he was there. The group all decides to hold a study session together for the upcoming exams, and while Kiome wouldn't mind attending- he had other matters to attend to.

“You’re headed for the station~” Toji approached him in the school's main courtyard, speaking it as more of a statement than a question. It didn't take long for him to get the gist of it.. Of why he had to go, what surprised Kiome further is when he offered to cover for him. Looking back on it the swordsman owed him one, big time. There was this strange sense of anticipation as he boarded the train, he felt this trip would be something… important. The train ride to Nakano was quiet enough, and he pretty much spent it lost in his own head, but once he arrived, the hustle and bustle of the ward itself was almost overwhelming, he had a slight idea of what he was looking for, but no clue where to even start. Seemingly lost, Kiome sighed in relief when his phone started to buzz. The familiar Buzz, and jingle that always came when lil Sal appeared.

“Ta-Dah! It’s your trusty Familiar Lil’ Salomon at your service.” The small familiars antics aside, it was good to see him, and give a few belly rubs while he was at it.

“Woah- what are we doing all the way in Nakano Master?” After relaying the information he’d heard from his friends, Lil Sal proceeded to go through the list of apparent hits his search had brung up. They're soon heading to the shopping complex looking for the largest crowd they could find. In the shopping districts center the crowd is overflowing- Kiome can barely weave through the torrent of passing bodies let alone focus enough to find anything. Yet among the clamoring voices of conversation he begins to hear a voice, a boy's voice.

“H-hello, are you interested in embarking on a wondrous adventure!” Kiome follows the sound of it, weeding through the lessening crowd to its source. The more he heard it, the more the swordsman felt he had heard it before.

“A Life changing Journey on the open seas, with undiscovered riches!” After a lot of pushing the crowds dispersed until Kiome found himself in a clearing. The voice was loud and clear yet as he turned about- he couldn’t find a figure to match said voice.

“Here's What I think of your stupid treasure hunt!!” The clear yells of a transient rang out- drawing the boys attention. It was a therian- dressed kind of like a generic video game mob- and in front of him was clearly the person he’d been looking for. He makes a bee line for them but before Kiome can reach the pink haired boy is shoved in his direction. Instinctually he goes to catch the poor victim, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Flyers have scattered everywhere, and he can hear the snickering of those passing by.

“Oi- hey are you okay..” Kiome looks up as the words leave his mouth, only to meet a pair of silver- pink hued eyes..

And suddenly- his head hurts...

~As always comments and reviews are very appreciated~

#again im terribly sorry for this #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #Tides of Memory #mc5 x ebisu #kiome #ill probably post all the scrapped ideas later

[scribbles97]

Left Behind - Chapter 43

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If her leg hadn’t have been killing her, she would have probably been standing and pacing the arc of the circular lounge. Her leg was aching though and Lucy wasn’t sure she was capable of holding herself up. 

 Not when Eos had said she was on to something. 

 Not when that something was a signal from deep space. 

 Not when deep space was where they thought Jeff was. 

 “Here.” Val murmured as she sat down next to her, “Drink.”

 Part of her wished the water was alcohol. Part of her knew that it was one too many chick flicks that made her wish for the cliche. 

 Her mind was spinning with possibilities though, even if she didn’t dare to think his name for fear of temping some sort of fate. 

 “I’m not sure I can stomach it,” She whispered, glancing over to Gordon as he returned from possibly the quickest shower she had ever seen. 

 “Anything?” He asked, russett eyes not leaving the scrolling jumble of data highlighting the room. 

 “Not yet,” John murmured from his seat, hand gripping tight on to Ridley’s, their argument about the AI apparently forgotten for the moment. 

 Taking a breath, Lucy looked back to the hologram, suddenly wondering how on earth she was to thank an AI for helping them as Eos was. Not that she had actually done anything yet, but Lucy could see that she was trying, and she knew that had to count for something. 

 Maybe she really was changed, even if it had only been a matter of days. People were capable of change, she only had to look at herself to know that was true. Computer programs updated and refreshed constantly. Could the same not be true of an AI?

 “Scott said you’d found something!” Alan exclaimed as he came screeching to a halt at the edge of the lounge, “What? What is it?”

 She held her arm out to him, hoping he would accept the request and take a seat under her arm. 

 “We don’t know yet.” John told him with a sigh, “Eos detected a signal from the same source as before, she’s trying to decode it now.”

 Scott was still frowning as he took a seat on John’s empty side, “She couldn’t decode the last one, how can she decode this one if it’s from the same place?”

 “It’s less d-degraded.” Hiram informed them, “R-readings from Thunderbird Five s-suggest that the rem-menants from a solar flare may have b-been enough to disrupt the first signal. It m-may also be why th-this signal is so p-poor.”

 “If we waited a month we’d probably get a near perfect signal through.” John added.

 Lucy couldn’t help but scoff, “I’m not waiting a damn month.”

 Scott nodded in agreement, “How long will we have to wait?”

 Virgil was quiet as he cleared his throat, “We shouldn’t get our hopes up.”

 Alan tensed under her arm, straightening towards his older brother with a sudden glare. 

 “What else can it be?” He snapped, “There’s nothing else possibly in deep space!”

 Squeezing his shoulder, she shook her head, “We don’t know that Allie,” She swallowed, not liking to think of the possibility, “Nobody has ever been out there. Maybe the Calypso is on its way back, but we have no idea what they might have found out there. For all we know it could be a fault in their comms.”

 “It can’t be!” Alan exclaimed, “It has to be something!”

 Scott was watching his youngest brother, leant forward with his elbows on his knees and hands braced behind his neck, clearly also afraid of what they might not find.

 “It could be anything,” Val murmured from beside Lucy, “For all we know it could be Gaat.”

 Lucy froze at the comment, eyes widening in realisation and thought. 

 “Mom?” Virgil prompted, “What is it?”

 She shook her head, “Your Aunt has a point. Gaat did always have a flare for dramatics, especially when…” She trailed off, knowing that the boys knew everything now but telling them still not coming naturally. 

 “When you dated?” Scott grimaced, “No offence Mom, but he has tried to kill you since then.”

 Gordon snorted as he leant back in his seat, “Every bad guy has a theme though Scott, geeze did you never watch the movies?”

 Val squeezed her shoulder, offering a tight, sympathetic smile as she shook her head. Lucy leant into her, resting her head against Val’s shoulder as she sighed. Her mind was spinning, full of so many questions of what and how and why. It probably didn’t help that anything even slightly strenuous still took energy from her like water from a leaky bucket. 

 She knew that not even Sally - sat directly across from her- would scold her for pushing too hard though, not when it was a question of--

 I don’t know if anyone may receive this. 

 The shift of the hologram drew all of their attention, dragging Lucy back upright as she read the words. 

 But I’m still out here. The ship launched. I’m in deep space.

 Lucy swallowed, her hand finding Val’s and gripping tight. 

 Tracy Island, I could do with a lift home if you get this.

 “I believe that this is the entire message,” Eos elaborated, “I have cross referenced it with what I could of the previous message and they seem to match.” 

 Silence met her, nobody quite able to talk. Nobody sure of what there was to say. 

 “Thank you.” Lucy whispered, swallowing and looking to the second hologram alongside the first, “Eos, thank you.”

 “He’s alive.” Sally croaked, “My boy’s alive.” 

 Virgil was quick to move to her, wrapping his arm securely around her shoulders and holding onto her tight. As Lucy smiled across to the older woman, she found her own cheeks wet, too many emotions to properly process flooding her at once. 

 “So,” Alan started, hesitant and soft, “what do we do? We’ve gotta do something, right?”

 “And we will Alan,” Scott replied for her, even his voice thick with emotion,  “We’ll figure something out.”

 Pulling the youngest into her side, Lucy took a long breath, “Orbital alignments aren’t going to be right for years yet, plus we have no way of getting out there.”

 She could feel the weight of her words as they settled on the room, everyone's shoulders falling slightly at the thought. They knew he was there, but there wasn’t anything they could do about it. 

 “Eos, dear,” Sally murmured, “Do you think it might be at all possible to send a message back?”

 The circle of lights lit up a soft shade of blue, her voice softer as she replied, “Oh yes, it would be quite easy. I believe that the ship Calypso is in close enough proximity to the true origin of the sign to be used as an amplifier.”

 Hiram looked up suddenly, eyes wide as he looked from the hologram to Sally, to Lucy and then back again. 

 “Mrs Tracy, we can use the Calypso.”

 She frowned at him, tilting her head as Sally straightened, beating her to the question, “What?”

 The engineer pushed his glasses up his nose before reaching out to the hologram and bringing up a new image. Lucy remembered it from months ago, weeks before her accident had even happened, the assumed coordinates of exactly where the Zero-X had gone. 

 “This is where we b-believe the Zero-X is. And this,” A pause as a badge was added to the image, “is where we know the Calypso is.”

 Alan pulled away from her, “That’s not where the Calypso is meant to be.”

 The shift of the great ships flight path was subtle, but Alan was space mad, hooked on anything that related to man’s exploration of the great unknown. She should have known that, out of her whole family, he would pick up on the differences. 

 “We might have borrowed it, changed the flight plan,” She shrugged, “Just slightly.”

 Gordon was grinning, “Ooo Mom playing espionage, I like it.”

 “The Calypso is where I traced the signal back to,” Eos informed them, “I would imagine without it we would not have received the message.”

 Hiram waved the AI off with his hand and a shake of his head, “What I am t-trying to say is, if we turn the Calypso back, once we get close enough to Mr Tracy’s location, a landing pod could be used to pick him up before the ship returns to Earth.”

 “How long would it take?” Scott asked, eyes darting from the hologram to Hiram, “To pick him up?”

 His shoulders sunk as he glanced back to Lucy, “The calculations are still in p-progress, most likely m-months.”

 She shook her head at him, “It’s the best we’ve got. I’ll have to ask permission from the Calypso’s owners though.”

 “I’ll arrange a meeting next week,” Scott nodded eagerly, “When we go over for you to start physio.”

 It was hard not to scoff at the thought, physio hardly seemed important in the grand scheme of things. Jeff was out there, he was alive and they had a way of contacting him. 

 He’d murder her if he found out she wasn’t looking after herself. 

 “You’re still going to physio.” Val told her in no uncertain terms, “When he gets back I’m not getting blamed for you not looking after yourself.”

 When, She swallowed at the thought, When he gets back. 

 “Meanwhile,” Scott started as he stood, “I think you and Grandma have a message to send, perhaps from your office?”

 Lucy looked to her mother-in-law, “What do you say Sal?”

 She smiled as she stood, gesturing for Lucy to go first, “I say four years is plenty long enough, let’s not waste another minute.”

#thunderbirds are go #Thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfic #Lucy AU #lucy fic #scribbles writes #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #Lucille Tracy #grandma tracy #Aunt Val