#Last Goodbye and First Hello comic

[mikodrawnnarratives]

TW (IMPLIED) CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(not graphic blood but I'll still tag it just in case)

@naffeclipse

Might want to turn up your brightness for this one fellas

This is Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

(might end up being three parts actually lol)

(my script is like 3-4 pages long so....)

Long post under the cut

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

This comic stems from my need for them to have a satisfying conclusion OKAY

I mean it's bittersweet but at least they make up (to a degree)

Explanation below (kind of spoiling next part) (kindof almost not really idk):

After being dangerously injured by a cryptid, Vanessa managed to contact the one person she wished she could have said goodbye to the most.

I'll explain more about why Vanessa is the way she is in the next part but without spoiling, Vanessa has grown a little since the last time she saw y/n. That, in combination with the fact she's bleeding out and taking on the mentality "fuck it why not", has led her to this decision.

This comic kinda goes off of the idea she gets an inkling of doubt in her mind about whether y/n is still "alive".

The next part will go into it more but that doubt mixed with her resolve leads her to at least try.

She tries to call y/n. They don't answer. She sends a text and no longer has the strength to hold on to her phone.

I don't think she'll be completely resolved to Vampires having actual consciousness but in her last moments she's also just wishing for her friend back. Her human friend. The one who has been dead all this time. Vanessa has a history with seeing ghosts so

It's worth a try

I'll let you decide which phone of y/n's she tried to contact.

Assuming y/n unblocked her on their previous phone at some point

So yeah, Vanessa in this comic is going back and forth on whether this is y/n or not. She's bleeding out, so does it really matter?

It's almost selfish how much she wishes to be free of the ache in her chest. The fact in the end, she couldn't free her friend.

You'll see more of this in the next part. I don't want to spoil it too much.

She doesn't wish to carry this burden of failing her friend. She reaches for a conclusion. She wants this to end well. She wants her friend to be okay. She wants to believe everything has worked out. She wants everyone she cares about to be okay without her.

She'll throw out her wish to the world. And hopefully, it'll come true.

She'll throw out her wish to you.

It is you.

Right?

I may have spoiled the next part a little bit oopsies

I just want to explain why Vanessa's different y'know

And y/n has their own conflicting emotions.

Even when things are a semblance of normal, it can't be. They are a vampire now. It tears them up inside.

But. Vanessa lets them touch her.

They've been afraid to do that. For the entirety of this reunion cut short.

She lets them touch her.

And again, Vanessa wouldn't be this way if... it weren't for a few somebodies.

But that's enough spoiling the next part.

#Last Goodbye and First Hello comic #my art #MDN art tag #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings fanart #vampire!y/n #cryptid!moon #cryptid!sun #cryptid!eclipse #demonic cryptid!eclipse #the lost episode #cryptid sightings the lost episode #fnaf vanessa #vanessa a. #fnaf vanessa a. #dcamv #daycare attendant multiverse #moon x reader #eclipse x reader #dca x reader #cryptid hunter!y/n #cryptid hunter y/n #demonic cryptid eclipse #tw blood #blood #cw blood #cw character death #character death #implied character death #tw character death

[wileys-russo]

manchester is saved II m.earps x reader

manchester is saved II m.earps x reader

"mumma!" you looked up from your phone, pocketing the device with a wide smile watching your almost six year old son sprint toward you, backpack comically almost as big as he was.

"well hello! someone's had a good day then hm?" you laughed at the huge grin on his face as he waved goodbye to his friends, you sending a smile to some of their parents you knew quite well.

"the best day!" mason beamed, and you couldn't help but melt at how much he looked like your wife when he did so. he had your eyes and the same dirty blonde hair that ran deep in your genes, but his sloped nose, rambunctious laugh and cheeky smile was exactly alike your wife.

"well don't hold out on me, tell me all about it." you demanded as you took his bag from him and he grabbed your hand, swinging it to and fro as the two of you began to walk home, not living very far from the school both you and mary took turns walking him to and from each day.

he began to happily ramble on and on about his day, which you knew he would enjoy given the fact they'd run a sports camp for the kindergarten class for half the day, you having give him very very strict instructions not to lose the permission slip you'd tucked away securely into his bag last week.

"then we have sports day next week! are you and mama coming?" he asked hopefully, looking up at you as you affectionately ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, moving it out of his eyes. "of course my love, we'll both be there." you promised as he cheered happily, hugging your leg.

"oh! can i go get mama some flowers?" he gasped, seeing a few wild daises growing in a clump on the nature strip, sprinting off after you nodded. you leaned against the front gate of your house with his backpack in hand, watching on carefully as the five year old squatted down.

you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself at the way his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, eyebrows knitted into a frown exactly mirroring mary's own concentrating face as his eyes wandered the clumps of flowers in front of him.

you and your wife were both fiercely protective over the boy ever since he'd blessed the two of you coming into the world. you'd tried IVF three times until finally on what you'd both agreed would be the final run you'd fallen pregnant.

it wasn't an easy birth with mason coming out feet first, and a grueling ten hour labour had you demanding any and all drugs they'd give you, snapping your wifes head off anytime her lips curled up in amusement, cursing her out over and over as you'd almost broken her hand squeezing it so hard.

but you'd done it and the moment you both laid eyes on him felt a surge of love different to anything you'd experienced before, and in that moment you and your wife made a silent promise that no matter what you would never let a soul harm so much as a hair on his head.

though mary had always been the more over protective out of the two of you, especially since mason had always been quite soft spoken and sensitive, taking after you in that sense.

he was a perfectly happy child, always with a beaming smile on his face and refusing to let either of you cut his hair meaning it hung down just past his shoulder blades, often tied back into a loose bun to keep it out of his eyes.

but as much as he loved to run around and climb trees, scraping his knees and coming home covered in dirt or leaves, he also found immense joy in letting you paint his nails, or allowing one of his aunties to braid his hair, and you and mary made no move to discourage any of it.

though you did have to step in when he decided he wanted to wear his underwear outside of his clothes to his school one day and you'd made him change. taking the bad cop role that day your heart broke as afterwards he ran crying to mary, the older girl sending you an empathetic smile as she rocked him back and forth.

but his soft and caring nature had meant once he was old enough to talk mary had made sure to constantly affirm and build up his own self confidence, making sure he knew how to stand up for himself despite your fussing that he would be fine, your wife forever worried he would be picked on for being that little bit different.

the goal keeper was a nervous wreck his first day of school, overthinking every little possibility that something would happen. you did everything in your power to try and assure her that though he took after you he was still her son, and had her same hard headed determination to any task he set his mind to.

to your collective relief even if more shy in nature, school brought him further out of his shell, turning him into quite the little social butterfly, you and mary needing to get him his own calendar for the fridge to keep track of the multitude of birthday parties, play dates and outings he was invited on.

"come on mase!" you called out, shaking your head with a smile as he struggled to choose which flowers to pick, the boy glancing over to you and sending a thumbs up, quickly pulling out a small handful. you laughed as he also grabbed a fistful of weeds, tucking them in with his little bouquet and racing back over to you.

"i couldn't choose what ones, didn't want to hurt the other flowers feelings." he huffed as you smiled, opening the gate as he ran past you and up the driveway. "careful please!" you warned as he took the front steps two at a time, your breath catching as he stumbled but fixed his footing, waiting for you patiently by the front door.

"bang your shoes please babe." you nodded as he stomped his feet, shaking off the excess dirt and you unlocked the door. you took the flowers from him and hung his bag up as he sat down on the floor and pulled his shoes off.

mary's car not yet in the driveway you knew she wasn't home, much to masons disappointment as he ran a lap of the house calling out for her until you reminded on tuesdays and thursdays she arrived home after he did, the boy nodding with a sigh.

knowing the way to his heart was the same as your wife you proposed some food, tilting his head back and kissing his forehead as he sat at the table and you placed a colouring book in front of him.

placing his flowers in a cup of water you busied yourself making him a sandwich, waiting patiently as he ticked over and over trying to decide what he wanted. "half and half? mama can have the same when she gets home." you offered as he nodded happily, attention dropping back down to his colouring.

making two sandwiches, one ham and cheese and the other with turkey you cut them in half, placing two halves aside for your wife. "bbq or prawn cocktail?" you asked holding up two packets of crisps, your son pointing to those in your left hand.

placing a handful onto his plate alongside some cut up strawberries you put everything away, mason asking if he could watch some tv as you nodded, helping him down and following after him. setting his plate down on the coffee table you clicked onto his favourite show and left him to it.

you glanced to the time with a slight frown, mary normally home no later than four. with a shrug you helped yourself to the sandwich you'd made her, placing away everything you'd used as you heard her keys in the front door.

"only me!" she yelled out letting herself in, a thump telling you she'd dropped her kit bag by the door making you roll your eyes at the small habit you were constantly telling her off for. "in here!" you called back, mason's head shooting up as he hurried to his feet.

"you're home!" he launched at mary the moment she rounded the corner, the tall girl grunting as his body rammed into her legs and she stumbled for a moment before catching her balance. "hello handsome, i missed ya!" mary grinned, pulling him up into her arms and kissing all over his face as he whined and tried to push her off.

"yeah she's gross isn't she mase." you teased sticking your tongue out making him giggle as your wife let him down and he raced back off to finish his show. "forever the charmer aren't you darling." mary rolled her eyes playfully, moving to press your body against the fridge, just out of sight of your son.

"stuck with me now." you grinned holding up your wedding ring as your wife pulled you into a kiss, mumbling that was exactly how she wanted it. "you're home late?" you questioned as she let you go, pecking your lips a few more times and pushing off of you.

"had to drop tooney home her car shit itself again!" mary rolled her eyes as you smacked her shoulder and nodded to the five year old within earshot. "sorry gorgeous." the girl smiled guiltily, you forever warning her about her language in front of mason, who was in the phase of repeating everything and anything.

you'd both found that out the hard way the other morning.

"good morning beautiful." your wife had sauntered into the kitchen, playfully smacking your bum as she breezed past you toward the coffee machine. "watch it earps." you'd warned playfully, flipping over the pancakes as she stuck her tongue out at you.

"good girl mumma!" your head snapped down toward your son who now stood beside you, looking up at you with his disheveled bed hair and a smile, hugging your leg.

"what did you just say love?" mary frowned as he climbed up to sit at the table across from her. "good girl! mummas a good girl." he repeated making your eyes widen as they locked with marys, which only twinkled with slight amusement.

"why do you say that mase?" mary asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to de-tangle it. "you said it mama, heard you this morning when you and mumma were wrestling." he chirped, busying himself playing with one of his toy cars, driving it along the table and making noises with his mouth as you choked on air in surprise at his words.

"i'm going to kill you." you mouthed seriously toward the smirking older girl, who'd been insistent your son wasn't awake when she'd had her way with you this morning, far too eager to get up and lock the door despite your worries.

dumping masons pancakes onto a plate you moved to place them in front of him once you'd cut them up, gently removing the toy car from his hand and giving him a fork.

"thanks sexy!" the boy grinned, repeating marys exact words she'd just spoke as you handed her her coffee a few seconds prior. "mase no, thats an adult word okay? you do not say whatever mama says." you'd warned sternly as he'd only shrugged, too busy devouring his pancakes.

safe to say you and mary hadn't wrestled for quite a while after that, much to her utter displeasure.

"oh thank you." you smiled as your son ran into the kitchen and handed you his now empty plate which you stacked in the dishwasher. "mama! those are for you, i picked them." he beamed pointing to the daises on the counter, marys entire face melting.

"oh mase, baby they're beautiful. thank you!" mary grinned, affectionately touching the flowers before bending down to wrap him in a tight hug. "tell mama about your day mase!" you nodded encouragingly as mary picked him up and sat him up on the counter.

he gestured his hands around wildly as he spoke making you smile as you watched on, mary over-acting her facial expressions to make sure he knew she was just as engaged in his story telling, taking a quick photo with your phone and tucking it back your pocket.

you stepped out of the room for a moment, retreating to your bedroom and changing, taking off your bra and sighing in relief as you swapped from jeans into a pair of joggers, tugging one of your wifes england hoodies on over the top.

though as you returned to the kitchen it seemed your timing was somewhat perfect to hear the one sentence you never thought you'd hear uttered in the earps household.

"and i was striker! and i'm gonna be striker on wednesday for sports day." mason beamed as you stopped in your tracks, watching marys face fall for a moment before she slapped a fake smile on, nodding through the pain in her eyes.

"hey mase? can you go and tidy up your toys on the floor of your room please." you called out, your son nodding as mary helped him down, slumping against the counter as he disappeared and you checked he was out of earshot.

"oh my love." you held back the urge to smile, opening your arms as the taller girl collapsed into them, chin resting on your shoulder as she let out a deep and troubled sigh. "a fucking striker. my own son!"

"mary." you warned, rubbing her back and feeling her huff. "there is goal keeping trophies, gears, posters, all around this house! and now he wants to be a fucking striker." mary unwrapped herself from you, pulling herself to sit up on the counter with a scowl.

"at least he wants to play?" you tried, moving to stand between her legs with your hands resting on her knees. "i'd rather he not play than be a bloody striker! no son of mine isn't going to follow in his mothers footsteps." mary shook her head firmly, a smile curling onto your lips.

"baby you can't force him to be a goal keeper." you laughed as she only scoffed. "i can and i will! just you watch." mary challenged, pushing you away with her foot and jumping down, calling out for mason.

"mary alexandra earps, you leave him be." you warned, your wife waving you off as your son appeared. "shall we go to the park and kick a football?" mary offered, mason nodding happily before he ran off to grab his shoes at her request.

"you are unbelievable."

~

you sat on a picnic blanket watching on with your arms crossed as your wife tried any and every way she could to sway masons mind.

"isn't this more fun?" mary cheered as she softly kicked the ball toward mason, makeshift goal set up using a few sticks to mark the posts as he shook his head, refusing to even move and try to stop it as it rolled past him.

"i wanna kick it!" he huffed, stamping his feet and flaring his nostrils, alerting you he was dangerously close to a meltdown. "mary!" you called out, raising your eyebrows as she waved you off.

"you do kick it! but only if you stop it, like i showed you before. try again!" she raced over to grab the ball, pausing to re-tie masons hair which had slipped out of the loose bun it was tied back into given the amount of times he'd furiously shaken his head at her.

you sighed with a shake of your own head, flopping down onto your back and closing your eyes, the warm rays of an impending sunset bathing your face. "yeah! like that." mary cheered as mason stopped the ball, but not before he kicked it hard as he could in the other direction and raced over toward you.

you grunted as he landed on top of you, tucking his head into your neck. "mama won't let me kick." he mumbled as you moved a hand to rub his back, sitting up and shooting your wife a stern look as she huffed and kicked at the ground like a scolded child.

"okay, sit up for me please mase." you gently pulled him away from you, setting him down to sit in your lap as he looked up at you with a frown. "don't do that, if the wind changes your face gets stuck like that forever!" you teased, smoothing out his eyebrows with your thumbs.

"can you do something for me?" he nodded at your words and you glanced over his shoulder to see mary lost in thought, staring away into the distance with a troubled look on her face. "you know how we go and watch mama play football yeah? in the big stadiums." he nodded again.

"well mama is a goal keeper. so strikers are like her bad guy, like how all superheros have a villian." you started. "like batman and riddler?" you now nodded at your sons words.

"but only when she's playing! its like pretend, all a big game. like when aunty lessi kicks the ball at mama and tries to get it in the goal? mama and aunty lessi are still best friends after the game right?" he nodded again.

"so why don't you ask mama if she'll take turns with you? you be the striker and then it's her turn, but you can't let her score when she's striker! otherwise the bad guys win." you smirked, tickling at his sides as he giggled but nodded, jumping off and running back toward mary.

you watched on as mary squatted down beside your son, holding his hands as the boy did his best to recount what you'd just told him, the smile returning to her face as she nodded happily at his words.

you knew this was only the start of a very long battle, knowing your wife well enough that this was only a band aid solution to the inevitability she would do anything in her power to have mason earps be the next big goal keeping name.

you laid back down in the sun grabbing your wifes sunglasses where they sat on the ground and slipping them on, the sounds of your families laughter causing a soft smile to curl onto your lips.

however your lack of watching had meant you'd missed mary call over your son and whisper something in his ear, the two of them growing bored of football and advancing toward you. "get her!" your eyes shot open at that as you pushed the sunglasses up onto your head just in time to see mason jump on top of you, mary following suit.

"no! no no no please." you begged as both your wife and sons fingers jabbed into your sides, your body thrashing as mary held you down with a grin, your laughter filling the air as masons own little giggles joined in.

"manchester is saved mase, bad guy defeated!" mary high fived the blonde as the two of them finally ceased their attack, mason running off to kick the ball as you struggled to catch your breath.

"never gets old." mary grinned cheekily, hovering over you and sweetly pecking your lips a few times as you shook your head and flipped her off, still trying to recover.

"just you wait till i call less and let her know her godsons choosing to follow in her footsteps instead of his own mothers!" you teased once you could speak again. "don't you dare." mary warned as she sat beside you, a beat of silence falling between you before you grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet.

"traitor! get her mason!" mary yelled after you as your son dropped the football in his hands and chased after you with a grin, mary quickly packing everything up into a bag.

"mama!" she glanced up as mason gestured toward you as you darted past her, mary easily grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over her shoulder.

"mary!" you laughed, smacking her back as she slung the bag over her free shoulder, taking masons hand as you shook your head, accepting the fact you were being carried home.

"manchester is saved once again!"

#mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #engwnt #mary earps #woso

[queenimmadolla]

srry if this has been asked before !

how did eddie & reader tell penny they were expecting? and how did she react ?

glad you asked because now i get to post this early!

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(dad!eddie munson x mom!pregnant!reader)

more of your family here.

Summary: . . . You and Eddie tell your toddler she's going to be a big sister.

warnings: penny being penny, it's fluff.

It wasn’t ideal. Not necessarily something you were vehemently against, since you were obviously going through with it, but not worth sobbing over. 

  Eddie had knocked you up. Again.

  Penny wasn’t even three years old yet, and you’d ended up with yet another bun in the oven—as you’d discovered two weeks ago. 

  Luckily, you weren’t as far along as you had been when you found out you were pregnant with Penny, so you’d have more time to plan and come to terms with it. And your hormones weren’t out of whack yet.

  Last week had technically been the end of your first trimester, so you were pretty much in the clear to start telling people—though most of your friend group already knew because despite feeling a little overwhelmed, Eddie took great pride in his ability to strike twice.

  You were sure he had some sort of breeding kink, and it definitely didn’t help that you let him raw dog you every single time. As soon as you popped this one out, that would be coming to an end. Until then, he was keen on having his fill—or rather keen on filling you.

  The only person in your life who didn’t know you were expecting was your toddler. If the conversation didn’t involve a word she wasn’t supposed to say, Penny wasn’t paying attention.

  You and Eddie had tried to come up with ways to tell her, but you’d both been fumbling with ideas. Mostly because you had no idea how she’d react. 

  Penny only interacted with a few kids her age at the park, mostly older children and sometimes she’d see a baby, point at it and say ‘baby’, but that was about it. She’d do the same when she saw the gerber baby commercials and she thought the babies on her cartoons were cute, but that was the most she’d interacted with one. 

  Penny was also aware of the existence of siblings, saw them depicted in her cartoons but never approached you and Eddie in regards to why she didn’t have one or wanting one (which you had been grateful about). But she was only two. Which meant she probably didn’t care. 

  Or that she didn’t want one. 

  That’s what you and Eddie were afraid of.

  You’d been thinking about her lack of interactions with babies all day at work when the idea struck you.

  It was such an obvious one, too, you knew Eddie would be annoyed that he didn’t think of it sooner.

  After work, you swung by the store, secured the bag (and a gift bag) and dipped.

  Once you were parked in front of the trailer, you shoved the darling little thing into the gift bag and found yourself surprisingly giddy about the entire idea. You had a really good feeling about this.

  Eddie had already picked Penny up from Maude and Wayne, and you found him lifting her up and rocketing her around the room, making swoosh sound effects while she laughed her cute little diaper-covered butt off.

  It was music to your ears.

  “Look! Mommy’s home!” Eddie lowered her, turning her so she was facing your direction.

  Her big brown eyes lit up, smile widening as she reached for you.

  “Mama!”

  “Hi, baby!” You greeted her as Eddie repositioned her over his hip. She leaned forward, lips comically pursed and ready for a kiss. Penny saw you and Eddie kiss each other goodbye and witnessed your welcome kisses, so she also demanded kisses, which you were happy to give her. At one point, she didn’t want you giving Eddie any kisses because she thought they were all hers so you were happy she was willing to share.

  You gave her an innocent little smooch, and pressed big smacking ones to both her cheeks.

  “And hello to you, too.” You reached a hand up to hook on the back of Eddie’s neck as you leaned up and he leaned down, lips meeting in a kiss you knew he wanted to deepen—and would have, had it not been for the toddler in his arms.

  “Hi, honey.” He gave you a goofy grin, before jutting his chin down towards the shiny pink bag in your hand, “What’cha got there?”

  “Put her on the couch, I’ll show you.”

  “Is it for me or is it for her?” Eddie tapped at his chest before gently pinching and wiggling Penny’s nose as you both moved over to the couch. “‘Cause, I’m hoping it’s for me. No offense, kid.”

  Her pudgy little hands flew up to swipe at her dad’s before he set her down on the cushions. Penny was still all smiles, but since Eddie had brought the gift to her attention, she couldn’t focus on anything else, stare honed in on the pink bag. 

  You squatted to be eye level with her and reached your hand out to tickle Penny’s tummy. She giggled, tongue between her teeth as she moved her hands to try to shield her tummy from you.

  “I’ve brought you a gift.” You held the bag up by the strings, the bottom of it supported by your other palm.

  “Wazzit?”

  “It’s a crystal, nothing more—I’m kidding. Open it, baby.”

  You placed it in her grabby hands, the bag was half her size so she had to dump it on its side and practically climb inside to pull out the clear, plastic box. Her little gasp was a dramatic one.

  “‘S uh baby, mommy! Uh baby!”

  Penny marveled at the baby doll in her hands, mouth and eyes wide open.

  “Show daddy!”

  Penny turned the clear box around—dropping it in her lap once—to showcase the plastic baby inside.

  Eddie’s gasp was purposely more dramatic than Penny’s had been, “Is that a baby?!”

  “Yah!”

  Eddie chuckled, holding a hand out, “You want me to open it for you?”

  “Yes.”

  Eddie struggled with the packaging for a good five minutes, muttering unintelligible words under his breath before he finally got the doll out and released it from its bindings.  

  Penny clutched it to her chest in a deathly tight hug and your heart warmed to see her so happy. Penny had yet to be introduced to dolls, all she ever played with was blocks and stuffed animals—you and Eddie avoided taking her to the toy aisle, you because you were afraid she’d want something she was too small for and Eddie because he feared she’d want something with too many choking hazard pieces.

  “I haz uh baby!” She proclaimed, eyes squeezing shut with the force of her smile.

  “You know, Penny…I have a baby, too.” You confessed, reaching a hand out to stroke over her curls.

  “I yuh baby!” She giggled 

  You and Eddie both chuckled, and he squatted down to join you. He’d finally caught on to what you were up to, and you were right, he was a little miffed he hadn’t thought of this earlier, considering Penny often had him feed her stuffed animals a bottle.

  “You are our baby,” Eddie agreed, “but mama has another baby.”

  “Daddy, Penny yuh baby! Penny mommy’s baby.” She tried again, probably wondering why her mommy and daddy didn’t understand that she was the baby. 

  “Penny is—you are a baby,” you always had to catch yourself. Penny had a habit of usually referring to herself in third person because she heard you and Eddie talk about her and thought she had to refer to herself in the same way, “I’m just gonna have another baby and you.”

  Penny’s grip on the baby doll loosened, head tilting with confusion written all over her cute little face. “Huh?”

  “You remember the babies in the strollers at the park?” You asked, palm scooping up one of her little hands. She curled it around your thumb.

  “Yes.”

  “Mommy and daddy are having one of those.” Eddie finished for you, flashing you a smile with eyes that glittered and oozed his happiness. There was something magical about Eddie. He had the power to make any weariness, any of your lingering nerves just disappear. Melt away. Just with a look.

  “You’re gonna be a big sister,” You added, returning your focus to your little girl.

  Penny’s gaze darted to the side and you and Eddie held your breath.

  Her gaze darted to the other side as she continued to think and Eddie reached for your hand, squeezing. His palm was sweaty.

  Finally, she spoke.

  “Uhhhhhhhh, wike pieble?” Her head cocked to the side again, unwinding one arm from around her baby doll to scratch at her head and muss up her curls.

  She meant Fievel. A little mouse from one of her favorite movies.

  “Well, he was the little brother, so you’re more like—what’s her name?”

  You turned your head to ask Eddie who readily supplied you with the answer since it was the tape that constantly occupied the VCR. He could quote that movie by now. 

  “Tanya.”

  “Tanya. You’re like Tanya.”

  “Aww!!!” Penny went bashful, shoulders lifting up nearly to her ears. “Okie dokie!”

  You sighed in relief but Eddie was still practically frozen.

  “…That’s it?”

  “Huh?” 

  “You’re just—you’re okay with it? Just like that? No screaming, no crying, no throwing your toys at daddy? You’re just—you’re okay?”

  “Yes.” 

  Eddie blinked, lips pursed before he shrugged and stood up and you rose with him. “Well, okay then! We’re having another baby.”

  Penny squealed, shoving her baby doll aside—oh, how fleeting was her favor—to clap her hands, practically bouncing on the cushion.

  “Weh my baby?”

  “Right there.” Eddie pointed at the baby doll before he pulled you into his arms, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. You were having his baby, again, and his baby girl was fine with it. He’d been expecting one of her tantrums that ended with her spread out on the floor, bashing her fists and kicking her feet against it while she screamed till she was blue in the face but the reality was so much better.

  “No, daddy. Not dat.” And to emphasize she wasn’t talking about the doll, Penny lifted her leg, making sure the baby doll was under her foot before she kicked it off the couch. “I wan’ my baby.”

  “Jesus, Penny. What have I said about throwing your toys?” He frowned, chin resting on the top of your head while you stayed quiet and nestled against his chest. You weren’t docile or anything, you just wanted him to be the bad guy this time.

  Penny ignored him, once more voicing her question with a great amount of exasperation and her hands flailing, “Weh my baby!?” 

  “Still in my tummy, Penny.” You informed her, hand moving to rest over your lower abdomen. There still wasn’t much change there, but you knew life was growing just beneath your palm.

  Eddie wished so damn badly that he had the camera to capture the look on Penny’s face at your statement, her mouth dropped open, eyes wider than he’d ever seen them with a mixture of outrage, horror and disbelief.

  “YOU ATED UH BABY?!”

#pennyverse #pennyverse asks #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #dilf!eddie munson #girl dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #dad!eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader

[davidmariottecomics]

Goodbye IDW! Hello Something New!

Hi there! 

After seven years and some change, today, 12/22/2023, is my last day at IDW Publishing. It's for good reasons. Things just timed out that my last day could be the last work day of the year for IDW and in the new year, I'll be starting a new job elsewhere. I'll still be in comics and once I can talk about the new gig, I'm really stoked to be letting you all know. So, today, I want to say my goodbye to IDW. 

But first, before I get to that, I did have something else notable happen this week. I sent my last tweet!  I'm officially shutting down my Twitter at the end of the year and if you see a Twitter account claiming to be me after January 1st, it's an imposter. If you'd like to keep up with me, however, I've got good news! There are lots of other ways to find me still. Here are a few! 

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Okay, with that out of the way, let's talk about it. This is not my first time saying goodbye. In fact, almost exactly a year ago, I said my farewells to Transformers, one of the hallmarks of my IDW run. I don't want to revisit that too much, so if you want to read about my early days at IDW or that part of my career or a big list of thank yous to my collaborators, you can! And while I've had significant runs with other books, most notably Sonic the Hedgehog which with January's Sonic: Fang the Hunter #1 will mark 100 issues of Sonic at IDW under my editorial eye, or my personally exciting, if shorter runs on stuff like Godzilla, Samurai Jack, the Hasbro Action books, Canto, Scarenthood, The Kill Lock, The October Faction, Wynonna Earp, Brynmore, Atomic Robo, or literally so many other books, I don't want this to just be a retrospective on the work. In fact, I'm largely not interested in talking about the past when I say goodbye this time. 

IDW has afforded me a lot. They've helped me find my place in the industry. They let me do some writing. They let me do a lot of editing. I learned various other skills both through directly on the course of the job and through my own interest because of what I was doing and seeing there. I have made true lifelong friendships. And I have made comics. So leaving feels weird. I'm very bummed to be leaving a place that really has been my home (and for the past couple of years, has quite literally been mostly at my home) for so long. But I am even more excited about what's to come. On my side, I can't announce it just yet, but watch this space for some big news soon (after a couple weeks of much needed vacation). 

Talking about the future I actually can say a little more about, I wanna tell you how excited I am for IDW. Yes, I'm leaving, but IDW remains home to so many people--both at the company and our freelance creators--and so many projects that are close to my heart. Next year is their 25th anniversary. That is an impressive feat in not just the world of comics, but any industry. For the milestone, they've got a lot of cool stuff planned. 

I'm not going to blow up IDW's spot and say anything about what's coming up too early. Just to talk about the things that are already public knowledge, you've got things like the new TMNT: The Last Ronin sequel! The TMNT ongoing on it's road to issue #150! There are cool new originals like Golgotha Motor Mountain! There's the launch of the aforementioned Fang the Hunter which is IDW's first Classic Sonic mini-series and sees 100 unique issues of Sonic at IDW and is just laugh-out-loud funny and full of such good action! And I'll tease this, when the Sonic ongoing is back with issue #69 in May, you'll be in for an absolute treat as that series runs up to #75! 

I know some readers of this blog don't read a ton of American direct market comics. You aren't "Wednesday Warriors" who go to the comic shop every week. You like the comics you like and I've been graced to be a person working on those comics. If you aren't as familiar with how these comics work, let me assure you of a couple things. The books I was editing and many unannounced projects that I set up will still be happening. Because of the timelines of comic production, you'll still see my name in IDW books for a few more months and, at the same time, you'll see new credits creeping in. And if we've done everything right, that'll be about the only thing you'll notice is different, at least at first. As the editors really take the reins and take over, we'll both be in for the treat of the unknown! I'll be reading them with a good sense of professional jealousy. 

Now, there's one other book that has been announced for next year and I wanted to do a special call out for. Godzilla: Valentine's Day Special went to press this week. It's the last IDW book I saw all the way from inception to completion. And, in many ways, it's kind of a really good analogy of a comics editorial career. I think, genuinely, this may be the book that went from conception to reality the fastest in my career. I think it took... less than a week from a half-joking suggestion of doing a Godzilla Valentine's Day book to getting Zoe Tunnell's pitch in and approved by Toho and getting it on the publishing schedule. Usually these things take a bit--people are working on other projects, licensors need time to review things, whatever other bumps happen along the way--but this was like lightning. Everyone just got it instantly. And then Zoe turned in the script and it was great! Things continued, as they do, and then... we got a curveball or two. I won't go into too much detail, but major thanks to Sebastian Piriz and Rebecca Nalty for getting it done and having a book that we were all so proud of that I could send to press this week. And it struck me on that final press day that despite the curveballs we had been thrown, when it came to actually getting it approved, everything was so easy, straightforward, and smooth. When you read it in February, if I've done my job right, maybe you'll remember seeing somewhere that there were some curveballs. But mostly, you'll just have a really good book in your hands. (BTW, you did JUST MISS the final order cutoff on that, so do check in with your shop about still trying to get you a copy!) 

Most of the time, after a book like that goes to press, an editor gets ready to do it again--maybe in a few minutes or days or the next week. For the first time in a long time, I won't be getting ready to do it again at IDW. That's a complicated feeling, but I'm so excited for the future. 

The best metaphor I've been able to come up with for what is happening is it's like I've been working in a one room office constantly for the past seven years. It's got that dull office lighting, you know the kind. Each day, projects come and go across my desk, and as they otherwise disappear into the world, I put up one of those glow-in-the-dark stars as a memory of it. And each day, I work with so many people--my coworkers at IDW who've helped foster my growth, my collaborators as both a writer and editor who have made so many stories with me, all the folks where things never quite lined up but we kept trying, and the readers who are an inherent part of the ecosystem, the reason we make what we do. And so, for each of those people, I put up a little glow in the dark toy. 

Now, for the first time, I'm going to get up and leave the office. As I flick the switch behind me, everything in there that has been soaking up light for years now glows. Some of the glows are slight. Some are so fantastically bright, it feels like they're drawing attention through the walls of the room. Together, they make the room brighter than it was when I left. Now, sometimes, I might sneak in to borrow a toy--make a copy of it for the new office I'm doing the same thing in. Other people will certainly do the same and make they've got their Evan Stanley figure on their shelf. If I ever return for a longer time, I'll be so glad to flick the light back on and let them all absorb even more light to glow an even longer time. If I don't, I rest happy that the glow goes on and forever people will be able to come back and discover some part of it. And I'll start working on a new office soon. 

If I keep going,  I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to stop. So, for now, I'll just say again, thank you. The future is about to be very exciting. Next year is for the creators you love or don't know you love yet, the books that are going to light you up that you've come to expect and the ones that will catch you by total surprise. While there are a lot of things I'm going to miss deeply and books that I'm going to wish I had gotten to do more on, I also have the really exciting experience of getting to see this stuff as a fan of IDW, just like you. And, hey, I hope you'll be a fan of the stuff I do next too! 

As for next steps, like I've said, I'm not going far. I'll still be in comics. I'll share the news when I can.

Before that, I'm getting a little break. Not too long, just a few weeks, and obviously the holidays are part of those, but in my time between my jobs, I'm going to be working on some personal projects. I put together a little tracking list recently and I have something like 40 projects in various stages of gestation right now. Obviously, I'm not going to be working on all of those at once, and chances are, some of them will never see the light of day, but I'm going to be working on trying to bring a couple of them to you in the new year (and beyond). If you're an artist that I've had the pleasure of working with in the past and you think you might be interested in peeping the list and seeing what we could do together, let me know. You can reach me on my website contact page, through my email, or through Discord (feel free to ask if you don't have it!). 

And if you read this blog, you'll see me hyping my last IDW projects up until we run out of what I left behind. Simultaneously, once I've got stuff to start hyping up for my personal projects and for the new gig, you'll see those start to pop up here too! I'll also keep talking about making comics and my thoughts on the state of the world and whatever else it is I blog about here on a regular basis! 

Thanks for reading. Bye-DW! Next week, I'll be doing a little Best of 2023. But for now, onto our regular features. 

What I enjoyed this week: Dungeons & Daddies (Podcast), Reverse 1999 (Video Game), Nancy (Comic), Lego Masters (TV show), Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror (Short story collection), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video Game), Cunk on Earth (TV show), I'm a Virgo (TV show), The Boy and the Heron (Movie), an easy last week at IDW, all the well-wishes that've already poured in, leaving today to celebrate Christmas with my family and then have some downtime to work on my stuff, signing the paperwork for the new job, not being on Twitter anymore, getting all of our mail out in a timely fashion for the holidays, Chainsaw Man (Manga), I picked up Superman and Hawkgirl, so excited to get caught up on those, and knowing that in leaving this job, there are certain folks I just get to deepen my relationships with as friends, instead of co-workers. 

New Releases this week (12/20/2023): Godzilla: The War for Humanity #3 (Editor) Godzilla Rivals: Jet Jaguar vs. Megalon (Editor)

Announcements: The Cartoonist Cooperative is still doing E-Sim cards for Gaza. You can donate a digital sim card so that residents can get access to the internet and have more functional phones and, in exchange, get some comics or a drawing or whatever else is available from the many participating artists. Additionally, the CC is hosting their mini-comic awards! It's a cool way to maybe get your mini-comic recognized and make some scratch!

You can also give more directly. If you don't have money, and I get it, you can call or fax or email or show up at the offices of your representatives. Keep your eyes open for actions too, whether they're another general strike or demonstrations and marches in your area. Given the nature of the things, they often come together fairly quickly, so do exercise your due diligence. Also, of course, being informed and just giving your time to Palestinian journalists and writers is incredibly valuable. 

While Becca has got some things brewing for next year (and now on a schedule), you should reach out if you'd like to work on comics with them! You can find their gallery on their website and also, y'know, maybe pick up a few things for belated gifts while you're there!

Finally, I called out my Patreon earlier. You can support me (and boy, that would be cool during the time between paychecks because vacation is nice, but living is still expensive) and get not just this blog, but a lot of cool special features like extra posts, comics, infographics, and more! At the $10+ levels, you can also access stuff like a holiday gift guide I made, a podcast pilot for a spicy show with Becca, and a ton more! 

Pic of the Week: Happy holidays from Becca and me! If you wanna full card in your inbox, lemme know! 

#comics #godzilla idw #sonic idw #transformers idw #goodbye idw #comics news #david mariotte

[pinknightsinmymind]

if you feel like it, could you write more headcanons about ellie? not full fic or one shot, but thoughts about her. like, the types of kisses she gives you or the kind of girlfriend she is

【 ellie williams as a gf hc's 】

a/n: yes yes yes yes 100% i think about ellie way too much for my own good and it rots my brain. since i wrote so much it'll be below the cut lol

she loves to see you in her clothes in fact she even encourages it its just something about it that drives her crazy

she's protective of you and always wants to take care of you and make sure you don't do any of the dangerous or stupid shit she does

i feel like ppl forget how much of a dork she is; she'd tell you all about space and the different facts she's learned, she'd explain the plots of her favorite comics, who the characters are, which ones are her favorites, why she thinks one arc was better than the other, and so on and so forth

i think she loves to chat your ear off about any and everything

she's probably afraid she's annoying, so sometimes you might need to reassure her a little bit

in a modern au she's the type to send you funny memes or videos she finds, probably browses tiktok and twitter a lot

definitely the type to send you a photo of two animals being cute or cuddling together and say "us" because she's just a sap like that

composes songs about you and acts all shy when she shows them to you

DRAWS YOU

you're one of her favorite subjects to draw, and she loves showing you every new piece of you she has

she'd send you song recs ALL the time

listens to lots of indie and shoegaze

pls pls pls for the love of god ask her to teach you how to play guitar bc she'd be so excited to show you and spend the time with you

i think her love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation

forgets NOTHING

you know how dads do that thing where you tell them you liked something once and they never forget it? yeah she got that from joel it rubbed off on her

remembers what you wore on your first date, remembers your food orders, memorizes your favorite colors, bands, tv shows, movies, everything

so so caring and sweet

since one of her love languages are physical touch you can expect lots of affection from her

loves cuddling, holding your hand, having her arms around you, she just has to be touching you somehow

flirts a lot (but its not a bad thing) even after you two have started dating

loves kissing you all the time, and will make excuses for it

she needs her good morning kiss, her good night kiss, good luck kisses, goodbye kisses (even if she's only gonna be gone a few hours💀), one bc she missed you, a hello kiss, she will use ANY excuse just to kiss you

but sometimes she won't even bother creating one she'll ask to kiss you just bc

loves having sleep overs and nights in together where you can just cuddle and watch movies or play video games bc she's a huge introvert

the type who will do anything to make sure your comfort isn't disturbed

if you don't like the other side of the bed she switches with you, will let you sit in the last chair at an event (but not before asking if you'd just rather sit in her lap), helps guide you through anything making you scared or anxious

calls you pet names every five minutes. all of them.

love, babe, baby, babygirl, princess, darling, honey, whatever is your favorite she calls you the most

lives to spoil you; pays the bill, buys you gifts, drowns you in affection, you name it

celebrates your birthday like its a holiday

speaking of can you imagine her during the holiday season???

the two of you plan out a couple costume for halloween

the two of you are so cute together it's gross

you're always welcome to spend thanksgiving with her and joel

and christmas?? she gets even more sentimental than usual, and buys you an extremely meaningful gift

the most supporitve, soft, kind, humorous, and sweet gf imaginable just a dream come true

she feels like you really balance her out, and isn't afraid to tell you how much you mean to her or how much she loves you

she makes sure you feel loved and remember that you are loved

can't wait to move in with you and once you two do she feels like she's in heaven everyday

just loves you and cherishes you deeply

overall just THE gf you dream and pray for ugh this girl gets me in my feelings every time she's just so cute and sweet😭😭😭😭

#tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #tlou x reader

[smilesatdawnmain]

Did Nezha ever leave MK alone for some time because he felt guilty or because he thought MK was better off without him, only for MK to get really sad and Nezha realizing he was wrong and return? Or did Nezha stay with MK throughout his entire childhood ?

Once Nezha revealed himself to MK, he couldn't help but linger around. His visits getting more and more frequent. He did linger the rest of his childhood. However, if there was ever a moment for Nezha to doubt himself or what he was doing there, it would probably go like this :D

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Nezha leaned against the window sill, feeling the cold seep through his back. The drawn curtains kept him hidden from any potential onlookers inside, so he didn't have to worry about being seen as he watched the rain trickling down from the roof shingles.

He strained to listen beyond the barrier of glass and thin material, catching the pitter-patter of tiny feet and the gentle thump of a heart- MK was in his room.

It had been some time since Nezha was last here. Well, not long, per say. A month, a simple 30 days, was nothing to that of an immortal.

To a child, however, it must have been that of a century.

He had made a promise to himself to never come back. How could he, especially after MK had referred to him as "Big Brother"?

A loving term that stirred a flicker of warmth in Nezha's otherwise icey pit of a soul. Despite his initial excitement, he was quickly reminded that he did not deserve such intimacy.

Although he did not disregard the name when he first heard it, he quickly stood up to leave. He knew he had overstayed his welcome and the longer he lingered, the more difficult it would be to say goodbye.

MK's face lit up with a smile as he said goodbye to Nezha, a routine gesture they had repeated many times before. Little did he know it would be their final interaction.

It was supposed to be their final meeting in person. However, that did not mean Nezha would abandon the boy to face his life alone. He held onto a container of tea tightly, aware that the exhaustion would have likely set in for the boy by now.

After MK's light flickered off and the boy settled into bed, Nezha patiently waited. He knew MK was probably reading comics under his covers with a flashlight, so he gave him an hour before making his move. Once the time had passed, Nezha felt it was suitable to proceed.

Silently sliding open the window, Nezha slipped into the room like a shadow. The faint scent of ink and paper lingered in the air as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He made his way to the small desk by the bed, where MK's latest drawings were scattered haphazardly.

He paused, smiling softly to peer down at them. Pouring MK his cup of tea and putting it where he always did, Nezha paused to a particular page.

He easily recognized himself in MK's characteristic, rounded drawing style. What confused him was that his cartoon replica appeared to be holding hands with MK. However, the drawing of MK was scratched out, as if the boy had impulsively tried to erase it in a fit of emotional anger- in hurt.

Nezha held his breath, lifting the picture with a dropping feeling in his stomach. Noticing a change in MK’s breathing, Nezha quickly his the drawing behind his back, turning to the bed when MK had sat up.

The boy peered at him through the darkness, drowsy at first, then clearing.

“Hello…?” MK’s voice was a soft whisper, a mixture of surprise and confusion. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw the figure standing by his bedside, holding a steaming cup of tea. MK gasped, “Angel?” He was in a frenzy, tossing and turning as he threw the covers off his legs without care. He became tangled in them as he rolled off the bed and landed on the floor. “Angel!” He rushed to Nezha's side, but stopped abruptly before reaching him. Nezha prepared himself for a hug, desperately craving it, but at the last moment- MK froze. He held his breath as he watched MK's gaze fixed on him.

MK was attempting to read his response, as if he thought he was no longer allowed to show affection towards him. Nezha felt tears forming in his eyes but held them back. He discreetly let go of the picture and knelt down, embracing the boy tightly against his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” Nezha whispered, feeling MK's body tremble in his arms. The tension slowly melted away as MK tentatively wrapped his arms around Nezha, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Nezha closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of the embrace that he had longed for during their time apart.

MK exhaled, the furrow of his brow relaxing, soothed. “Were you busy, Angel?”

Nezha caressed the back of MK’s head, his chest tightening with guilt, “Yes,” he says. It wasn’t a lie, but it was far from the truth. "I was trying to figure things out. I’m… I’m sorry I made you wait so long," Nezha continued softly, his voice barely above a whisper. MK pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Nezha's face for any sign of deception. Finding none, he leaned in again, nuzzling his head to Nezha’s shoulder.

“Okay,” he whispered.

Nezha spoke more, “B-But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere," Nezha whispered softly, his voice laced with sincerity. MK clung to him tighter, as if afraid that letting go would make this moment disappear.

“Okay,” he smiled.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #answer #lmk mk #taken au #lmk nezha #lmk angst #writing prompt

[maxwell-grant]

So, as a lover of superheroes, supervillains, super-science ETC, i've had Venture Bros on the mind recently, for reasons that should be obvious, and my mind has run into an intersting question I kinda want to pick your brain on: Why does Venture Bros work. Like, it's a show that is absurdly cynical and dark and bleak. It's comedically dark, but sitll dark. Downright mean-spirited a lot of the time. And normally, I find that kind of cynicism very dull, but...For some reason, here it feels like it works. Maybe it's just the sense of affection, of real love for classic 60s cartoons and superhero comics sprinkled throughout, but...I don't know, it feels like it should make me as angry as something like Velma does but it just doesn't. I don't know why. ANy thoughts

I said as much that a lot of that has to do with the fact that the show stuck around, and the characters were developed so vividly, that the creators had to answer the "...okay, so now what?" process, that usually stops those kinds of mean dark parodies right on their tracks when they run out of cheap shots to take. But honestly, going back and rewatching it? Venture Bros was always going to go there, the whole Jonny Quest parody thing just did not last past Season One, hell you could argue it didn't even really last past the pilot or midway through S1. By episode one of Season 2, the show had gestated into it's own thing. The show was allowed to grow, and change, and develop. It got to move past itself and say goodbye to old favorite ideas and say hello to new ones, it got to breathe new life into itself with the soft-reboot of Season 6 and keep being so much more with every new season.

The artbook goes into this quite a lot, actually, with Jackson talking about how Venture Bros started as a one-off gag observation about how Jonny Quest ripped off Tom Swift, and then became a concept when he realized he could fit all of his unused ideas for The Tick and superhero parodies and weird comic ideas. He and Doc Hammer actually specifically address how the parody element faded and why:

I like the pilot. It isn't the show that we made. but I like the pilot. The pilot was made with a different concept. I can watch it and not tie it into Venture Bros. I can go, "Okay, here are these characters in their first bid for comedy,", and it had moments when we both said, "Yes, we will perpetuate these moments. This is who these characters are." And it had moments of single-beat pilot jumps. It was fine. It was not the show that we kept writing, because we couldn't.

There's something about a straight parody that I think has a cap. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe people can write a parody forever, but I think you can only make so many jokes on one thing for a certain amount of time before you go, "We have to develop the world that these people are in.". It needs a revolving door.

You would need to approach it like Harvey Birdman, which said, "We're going to take every character we can get a license for, bring them onto the show, and have them do their thing in our world so we can demystify all the characters you remember from your childhood". It's a great straight-up parody. But if you take Sealab 2021 - that had nothing to do with the original. They took these drawings, and they said, "These are totally different people. We're going to give them their own different world, their own language, characters", and that worked.

We were leaning towards that. Venture Bros was even weirder because we said, "Let's make this world rock solid and deep and long and have just an abundance of information. Let's have the jokes come from everywhere, and the speed is hard to keep up with. You have to watch it twice". And that was nothing that Jackson and I talked about. Let's make this smart, rich and meaningful, and hope that other people have our sensibility and eventually get it. - Doc Hammer, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

There's even this quote from Jackson regarding one of the earliest attempts made in trying to figure out the show's look and design where it was supposed to be animated in CG at Will Vinton Studios, and it was intended to look gorgeous as well as outrageously expensive and within six months everyone aboard had left and Jackson's time in The Tick was up so he had to get production on the new thing moving along. And he describes what wound up being a pretty effective summation of the show post-animation bump;

"Screw the bad-on-purpose sixties Marvel thing. Screw irony. Isn't it way more subversive to do this smart-ass, darkish comedy but have every aspect of it look gorgeous?

That's what got me thinking that it's way cooler to make things well and beautiful than to try to make them crappy on purpose - Jackson Publick, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

Most if not everything that makes the show work, that makes it's character work, you can trace pretty directly from that process, of where the show started versus where it ended. It's Rusty Venture becoming a more complicated character and less of a mean caricature. It's Brock Samson needing things to do besides being the action badass who kills armies of disposable henchmen, and the show needing to move past him and make him so much more as a person. It's in how the show was originally conceived in a villain-of-the-week format and The Monarch was a throwaway gag character for the pilot, but The Monarch's defined personality and shtick worked well enough that it made it much easier and more rewarding for them to just go back to him for most episodes, until he wormed his way into becoming the show's other protagonist. It's Hank and Dean growing past literally and textually interchangeable and disposable Hardy Boys pastiches into actual people, distinct people, people who can carry their own plotlines and take center stage and actually be The Venture Brothers as something more than just a throwaway gag concept.

I'm certainly not saying it works for everyone, or that it works 100% of the time, again rewatching the show is putting a lot into perspective for me and a lot of jokes kinda did just age abysmally, but the show knows what it's doing enough to skirt by and avoid a lot of catastrophic pitfalls that usually happen with similar projects.

And really I'd say the main reason it works is, and it's never really just one reason, is because it was, and is, a painstaking labor of love founded on a marriage by two geeks (I'm not even exaggerating, that's how the two described their partnership at least a few times) shooting the shit at a treefort for nights on end, getting to do all these dumb voices that you only get to do with friends, laboring extensively for years on making this thing they'd created the best that it possibly could be, something they put all of themselves into again and again. It's them making a dozen different comedy duos voiced by themselves and finding ways to make each distinct so they can fit in all these dumb and lovely little conversations and skits, it's that combination of their skills and preferences and even disagreements. It's got that Asterix thing where the work is so inseparably intertwined with the partnership that made it, that the work's growth over time is tied to.

So honestly the best way I can summarize why I think the Venture Bros works is because it was 19 years of Jackson Pollock and Doc Hammer at AstroBase doing exactly this, just replace the cartoon sound effects with deep cut pop culture riffs and in-depth earnest extrapolations of why the comic books and cartoons they love and obsess about are deeply stupid on a fundamental level and why this something great that you can spin endless stories and scenes out of, actually no keep the over-the-top battle sound effects, those are equally important.

"Jackson and I, we'd go every day and talk and laugh and get to know each other and not even talk about the show, but just find out what our sensibilites were. It was like the process of falling in love"

We played darts and made up these little skits, much of it became The Venture Bros. It was all kind of based around this idea that Aquaman and Black Manta were not who they were but people that were much chattier and more social. It's almost like what The Monarch and Dr Venture became, actual people that have these bizarre jobs: chaser and chasee. This strange bureaucratic relationship with the paradigm of villain and hero.

I'm a goofball and name shit. Of course I named my studio. We took over the place and AstroBase as this entity - a really filthy fucking painting studio - became a creative tree fort. Owning the AstroBase is one of the things that made The Venture Bros.

A place where we could go at two in the morning and scream at the top of our lungs that had nothing to do with commerce. It was a clubhouse. A pure idiot invention. And if we wanted to stay up all night making costumes or rubber swords, we just did. - Doc Hammer - Doc Hammer, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

#replies tag #the venture bros #the venture brothers #jackson pollock #doc hammer #adult swim #man that movie rekindled my fixation at maybe the worst time #or maybe the best idk

[sasukesun]

Hey, how are u?

Also, I wanted to ask what do you think about Naruto and Sasura’s relationship nature. I mean, do you think he ever truly loved her? His speech in shippuden about his feelings for her seemed really genuine, but except that I don’t really see love in his behavior, more like a childish crush? I don’t buy what was said in The Last about him trying to hit on her only to win with Sasuke, it doesn’t really makes sense to me. Anyway, what is your opinion? Thanks for answering xo

hello anon, i’m fine.

naruto’s behaviour towards sakura and overall attraction to women is inconsistent. we can easily tell that he truly never had romantic feelings for her, but a crush is, in my opinion, debatable… and really a crush in the sense of “she’s cute, i like her” kind of thing, which is basically what we see when sakura is introduced

now what is interesting is that the last wasn’t wrong to show that maybe it was about sasuke, it just definitely wasn’t so naruto could compete with sasuke

“i feel like i finally understand why i like her” right after sakura said she wants to be acknowledged by sasuke because she likes him? really? we know that naruto wants to be acknowledged by everyone, that’s the core of his character, but in this context, this just seems kinda ambiguous… he doesn’t wanna win over sasuke, he just wants his acknowledgement. when you take naruto’s interactions with sasuke and sakura into consideration after this quote, as well his behaviour, you see that basically naruto mimics heterosexuality by pretending to like sakura, while actually focusing his attention on sasuke, he mistakes his feelings/attraction for sasuke for a rivalry at first and a friendship later. i’ll give you some examples.

he doesn’t have much tact to compliment sakura. i know this is what she wanted to hear, but i just find it so funny honestly.

there are also a few more moments involving sakura’s appearance and naruto, in which a) naruto says haku is prettier than her b) naruto says after two years that they haven’t seen each other that she looked the same even though it seems by her body language that she wanted to be complimented and c) when other people called sakura ugly and naruto didn’t even comment about it or tried to defend her. now let’s look at this

is there some need to defend sasuke’s honour or something? no one is even insulting sasuke here, just comparing him and sai. the japanese word naruto uses here can be used to compliment someone’s looks btw and he not only says it, but he emphasises it at the end. there’s pretty much a huge gap between “the cute girl” he’s supposed to like a lot and sasuke, who is above it.

how about when naruto is just doing absolutely nothing but thinking of sasuke

until he gets interrupted by sakura… so he says he was planning to go on a date with her. are you for real?

this one is even funnier… sakura is taking care of naruto after he hurt his arm with rasenshuriken. someone in love would surely be happy to be closer to your loved one while they are healing you, and it’s what it seems that naruto is gonna say

until you turn to the next page

he’s just really happy they are in this together… for sasuke. you really can’t make this shit up.

i’ve also pointed out that in the chapter in which sakura decides to fake confess to naruto and go after sasuke to kill him, sakura says “that fool’s got such a crush on me” about naruto, and yet the only appearance naruto makes in the same chapter is him lying down and pining over sasuke. yikes.

the only “narusaku” moment during war on naruto’s part is when minato asks naruto if sakura is his girlfriend to which he reacts like

it’s not only that this is comic relief and it just seems like he wants to look good in front of his father, because he already knows about his mom’s speech and wishes when his parents died, it’s also that he hesitates to answer it.

but when he’s saying goodbye and really referencing the whole speech topic by topic and talking about important things…

he deflects the subject. very convenient and smart of kishimoto when he’s not allowed to explicitly say what he wants to, such as homosexuality.

and of course, there’s the infamous fake confession

in which naruto basically looks annoyed... not the reaction of someone who is in love, i would say.

and the cherry on top

the promise he made to sakura hasn’t changed anything, he would act the same with or without it.

narusaku dead and buried.

those inconsistencies happen over and over and they always involve sasuke somehow… like i said, projecting his real feelings for sasuke onto sakura. now if you think he thought she was cute and all, i can give you the benefit of the doubt, but being in love with her? no way. naruto has never loved her like that, and i honestly can’t even tell that he loved as a friend either when he pretty much treats her the same way he treats his other konoha comrades: takes responsibility for everything and doesn’t let anyone get involved…

…unless it’s sasuke, obviously, then he will bear his burdens and see so much pain that he just can’t leave it alone.

#narusasu #sns #sasunaru #naruto #uzumaki naruto #naruto analysis #naruto textpost #bella.txt #anti narusaku #ask #anonymous #naruto asks

[lej222]

Exploring ASLFUA Through Symbolism - The Importance of Year 1999

Hello guys! :) I'm so happy for all the messages that I've received, and while many of you asked me to post theories, this one will rather be an observation about Unripe Apples, but I hope it will be interesting enough. :)

To start off, many people have noticed that the year the story takes place in, 1999, is referenced in the Korean title of After School Lessons. While it might seem insignificant at first, I firmly believe that there is a connection between what happens in the world and Miae's personal growth story. Let me explain.

The importance of 1999

1999 was a symbolic year for many reasons. It was the last year of the century, and many people celebrated the beginning of a new millenium (even if there are arguments supporting 2001 as the start of it). When something long ends, it means that something new also starts. 1999 was a transition period in the minds of many - some people believed the end of the year would sign the end of humanity, like how it was highlighted in the first chapters of the webtoon as a joke. So aside from the obvious change in years, it also had a spritual aspect - ending one part of your old life, and starting anew as a different person, also moving on. Does it sound familiar? Because this is exactly what happens to Miae in the story.

Miae is in a transition period in her life - middle school is soon ending and she has to go to high school. She meets someone from her childhood who becomes her first love. And most importantly, Miae grows as a person while meeting new people and understanding their perspectives (or so she probably will, more about this later on). As a new century starts, Miae has to say goodbye to old friends and embrace new challenges. Which, if my prediction is correct, will mark the end of the story. The end of the year will mean a stage of Miae's life also concludes, while a new chapter will start (high school, new friends, new experiences, etc.) But how is it really presented for us readers?

The world revolves around Miae - until it doesn't

While Cheol and Miae are both protagonists of the story, one could argue Miae gets the most focus in the narrative. We see most of her thoughts, her memories, her interactions with others, her family, etc. While Cheol's growth is a big part of the story, his development is nearly concluded at the end of the first part. Cheol gains confidence, friends, he becomes more expressive, he falls in love. What we can expect from him is his confrontation with the school bully and the resolution of his romance with Miae. Cheol seems immature at first, but with Miae's help he learns and matures. On the other hand, Miae seemingly becomes more immature as the story progresses. It sounds contradictory, because I've just said she was the catalyst to Cheol's growth and has helped him understand when he was wrong. But Miae's world is limited, and it becomes even more obvious as the story unfolds.

Like any kid, Miae has problems that seem trivial for adults, but were probably concerns for a lot of us when we were at her age. She has to study although she hates it, likes hanging out with her friends and read comic books, wants to buy new things and falls in love. Her life is seemingly like a comic book - she feels like the protagonist, every encounter with Cheol feels fateful, and she can, even if it requires effort, befriend anyone and understand them. Like any other teenager, Miae feels like the center of her own universe and thinks the world is ending when she experiences negative feelings. It's part of growing up, and it is perfectly illustrated by the comic about the neighbours next door in the story. But growing up also means looking beyond our own limited world. While her encounters with Cheol seem like it was their destiny, many of them were created because of their families (Cheol's family moving there was probably because of their friendship, Cheol got his room because his sister wanted to tease him,etc.) Growing up means that you have to understand that not everything will go your way and not everything stays the same. Growing up means dealing with people whom you cannot understand and might not like you. And most importantly, you learn that life is not a fairy tale and conflicts do not get resolved without communication and feelings won't be understood unless you express them. Which is one of Miae's biggest weaknesses and the source of her immaturity.

Enter Seo Jisu

This is not a shipping post and I love all the characters, so please spare me before I get cancelled. Seo Jisu enters at the perfect time in the story, when Miae starts to lose her sense of boundaries as her feelings for Cheol keep growing. Although Jisu was in the story since the first chapter, Miae's limited universe did not acknowldege him even though they were classmates. She did not know his name, his reputation at school, doesn't remember him from her childhood and doesn't seem to care about him at all. But why did he enter at the perfect moment?

Like I've said, Cheol's catalyst was Miae, but Miae's world was still too small, revolving around Cheol too much. She was still insesitive in many ways and immature. Enter Jisu, Miae's catalyst for personal growth. Jisu is a challenge for Miae just like Miae was for Cheol, no surprise they mirror each other (Miae saying the same thing to Jisu as what Cheol said to Miae is the perfect example.) Miae cannot understand him, she thinks he's weird and wants him to stop following her (sounds familiar?) and makes assumptions about him without trying to talk or get to know him. And while Cheol put in effort to better his relationship with Miae, she does not do the same for Jisu. Jisu is a glitch in the system, one that was not expected and shakes her peaceful days (just like how Miae was the same for Cheol) However, Jisu's presence becomes an important learning opportunity for Miae. There's a reason why I think it was necessary to add him as a potential love interest even if there were already great candidates. And it's because Jisu is mature in ways Miae isn't. The perfect example is when he told her to stop interrupting the confession. And she thought about his words after the incident, and felt ashamed when she was talking to the girl who wanted to confess. And what would happen, let's say, if she realized Jisu was different because of his own circumstances, and not because he wanted to bully her? She knew Cheol wasn't a gangster because she knew him personally. For Miae's world to expand, she needs to make her own efforts and understand others.

The universe seems to like Miae, and interacts with her multiple times in her dreams. Miae is a precious child of the world who is loved, but needs guidance. Right now, as we approach the end of the year the story takes place in, Miae needs to mature and be ready for a new phase of her life. Whether the transition period will end with something (like her and Cheol parting ways) or start with something new (Miae and Cheol getting together at the end of 1999 and running around in circles through the majority of the year) - it doesn't matter. What matters is how she will develop as a person and what she will learn. It's beyond a simple love triangle, it's about people who inspire and help each other and learn from their mistakes. They are kids, they keep changing. The best way is to read ASLFUA as a growth story, not as a romance series, because at the end of the day what matters are the connections these kids create with each other and the memories they make.

#aslfua #after school lessons for unripe apples #hwang miae #seo jisu #mi ae hwang #kim cheol #cheol kim

[londonspirit]

Our Flag Means Death has just wrapped up its sophomore season, and it’s time to say goodbye to our favorite pirates for, well, at least another year. Streaming service MAX hasn’t renewed the workplace comedy/action-adventure show for a third season, but if the numbers are anything to go by, they would be foolish not to start talking about it.

David Jenkins, the writer/creator and sometime director of Our Flag Means Death, did a finale postmortem interview with io9, and we talk endings, piracy, and how comic actors and serious actors mesh. A quick warning, this interview is literally about the last episode of Our Flag Means Death, and contains spoilers. Proceed with caution.

So, here’s the thing; Jenkins and I have spoken a few times about Our Flag Means Death. He knows that I adore this show. He also knows that I adore Izzy Hands (Con O’Neill), the beleaguered first mate and jilted lover of the central couple of Blackbeard (Taika Waititi) and Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby). He has also been keeping a secret from me for months: In this last episode of season 2, Izzy Hands dies.

“Are you mad at me?” Jenkins asked, almost plaintive as we said our ‘Hello’s under the auspices of the designated MAX PR person. “Oh, well. I’m not really mad at you, but I am disappointed,” I responded. “I think I’m sad at you.” This, he said, is worse.

At the end of the season, Izzy Hands dies in Blackbeard’s arms, giving Blackbeard permission not only to “be himself” but to leave piracy behind for good. It happened in the kind of cruelly random way that people often die in this genre of action/adventure stories. That didn’t make it any easier though. And at the end of the season, Blackbeard’s inability to save Izzy meant that there was simply no more reason for him to be a pirate anymore. Who was he doing it for? What more did he have to prove?

Regardless of the narrative reasons why Izzy Hands died, I was devastated. Did it make sense in the context of the show? Yes. Was it a deeply moving and incredibly well-acted moment? Also yes. Was his death made all the more affective because of how Izzy had been ingratiated, accepted, trusted, and even, at points, loved by his crew? Absolutely. So, of course I teared up a little.

Jenkins looked slightly sad himself, saying that “Ghosts exist in this world.” I told him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. At this point such a comment feels like it was made to make me, personally, feel better. I’m not sure Izzy could make a return at some point, nothing is certain about Our Flag Means Death’s future right now. It almost feels like Jenkins feels bad that he made me sad. I don’t know if he realizes how sad he’s going to make a lot of people.

This isn’t going to be an interview entirely about Izzy Hands, but he’s a big part of it—after all, his death is arguably one of the show’s biggest shocks yet. Looking back at Izzy’s arc over the two seasons, Jenkins said that he doesn’t see Izzy as a pure antagonist in season one because on some level… Izzy was right in his hesitations about Stede. “His boss is falling for this manic pixie dream girl, and he’s got to keep his boss safe because that’s his job,” Jenkins explains. “And then he has to get this ship to operate like a normal ship would operate. And they’re all weirdos. So he’s got the worst middle management position. And on top of that, his boss is a lunatic.”

Towards the end of season one, Izzy does have a turn away from ‘reasonably upset at Blackbeard’ to ‘serious antagonistic force’. But when he gets what he wanted–Blackbeard back to legendary form–it doesn’t really work out. “Be careful what you ask your God for, because you just might get it,” Jenkins warned. “Izzy gets it and it turns on him. That toxic relationship that he wished were all his, becomes all his… he’s crushed by it, and both he and Blackbeard both have to rebuild themselves.”

In Izzy’s case, the rebuilding is quite literal–his leg is amputated and replaced with a wooden prosthetic, carved from the unicorn figurehead of the Revenge. After this, he has to go through a transformation, Jenkins said he has to ask himself “What am I going to do with myself? You know, who am I going to be? After [the crew] makes him the Unicorn leg, I think he kind of sees like, ‘oh, this crew cares for me’. And I don’t think he’s ever felt cared for in that way.”

This season also saw a lot of Izzy interacting with Stede, often in more fun situations than the snipes back and forth in the first season. When asked about how Con O’Neill and Rhys Darby got along on set, Jenkins just laughed. “I really love building a show with really funny actors and then really serious actors. And the funny people are usually scared of the real serious people. And the real serious people are scared of the funny people. They terrify each other.”

For those that might not know, Darby is a stand up comedian and has been in many of Waititi’s darkly comic films. O’Neill, on the other hand, has been taking dramatic roles since his twenties, and has recently appeared in productions like The Batman and Chernobyl. “I think from the beginning people saw Con and were like, ‘Oh, man, I got to be like, really have to be in my game’,” Jenkins said, imitating Taika Waititi’s lilting Kiwi accent. “And then Con was like, ‘Oh, I don’t know what he’s doing, he saying I should just follow along with the improvisations’—” again, imitating O’Neill’s raspy drawl. “And then they’re both so good that by the end of the season they’re not scaring each other as much. But that admiration remains, and I think that was very much true between Rhys and Con.”

The decision to have Izzy die wasn’t one that Jenkins took lightly. “It was hard. It was hard to kill off Izzy. It was hard to tell Con that he was going to die. And he was so lovely about it. But, at the same time, he took it hard,” Jenkins said. “Like this thing we built together is going to die. It’s one thing to write it, it’s another thing to produce it, and to see Con carry that knowledge through the episodes, knowing what was going to happen to that character. Con took it really seriously.”

Jenkins also thinks that Izzy was able to say exactly what he needed to at the end of the show. “I think he gives his own eulogy. It’s about belonging to something. And that we do this for each other, you know? He came to view piracy as a thing we do for one another. And being on a crew is something you do for each other… he gets to a place where he eventually sees that it works because everybody is helping each other. Everybody cares for each other, and there needs to be some structure, but for him, it became less about dominance and more about belonging to something.”

The final shot of the season is actually Izzy’s grave, outside of Ed and Stede’s cottage. “I think him being buried near them is a lovely image,” he said. “And there’s a reason that that happened. I think they both were sad to see their friend go. And I think they’re both thinking, ‘let’s make this work not just for us, but in memory of Izzy’.”

One of the prevalent rumors about Our Flag Means Death this season was that it was originally supposed to be 10 episodes rather than 8. But Jenkins says no; it was always going to be 8. They were looking for ways to cut budget, and moving the production to New Zealand and cutting down the episodes really helped with the bottom line, as well as being better for the cast and crew. “It takes so much to make one episode happen. Every department is strung out by the time you get to the end of the season,” he explained.

“The story of Stede and Blackbeard is a three-season story,” Jenkins said, looking ahead to where the show could go from here. When asked if the ending of season two–Frenchie taking over as Captain of the Revenge, Stede and Ed in a shack on the beach, preparing to open their inn, and Izzy Hands buried in front of their home–was a kind of “safeguard” in case the series didn’t get that third season, Jenkins shrugged. “In a way,” he said. “The first season ends on such a downer, so it made sense to end the second season in a kinder spot.”

But he says that he “still has questions” about what happens next. The Republic of Pirates has been destroyed, Izzy’s killer is still out there, and does Frenchie have what it takes to captain a pirate crew? Our Flag Means Death is not a complete story yet. “I think there’s plenty of story left for season three, but I think that it was important to end this as if it was the end of the show, and on upbeat note and avoid the kind of “kill your gays” trope. I don’t want to see Steve and Ed punished for giving it a go. I want to see them really say, ‘yeah, we’re going to we’re going to try to have a relationship’.”

When asked how he would approach the third season , Jenkins thought about it for a few seconds before answering. “I would very much like to see pirates come to America. Historically, they were in New York City and the Carolinas. And now, in the story, the Republic of Pirates is gone… I think that stories about piracy are a little bit like stories about the West. They’re stories about these things that are going to end inevitably,” he said this sadly, like the inevitability comes from looking back on the past and thinking the present couldn’t come out any other way. It’s a bit of a eulogy. “In some ways, I think then seeing them have to deal with some of these things in a country that’s coming together would be good. And I think it would be a good way to end the season, and see how they adjust to it.”

The final scene with Izzy and Blackbeard is incredibly, desperately sad, and clearly required a lot from both O’Neill and Waititi in the moment. “When Izzy died, I said, ‘Would you like to play music on set?’” Jenkins recalled. “ He went ‘Yeah’. And so I made an Izzy Death playlist and put it on during the takes.”

This is the second time I have been teased with an Our Flag Means Death playlist. The first time was from music supervisor Maggie Phillips after the first season had ended. I had to ask for this playlist, but Jenkins didn’t want to share. He mentioned Carole King, implying that “Bitter with the Sweet” was played. I was not doing well with this information, especially after I put my face in my hands. He tried, once again, to console me but I was lost in my Izzy Hands feelings. Maybe taking the good with the bad was personal advice. Or, more honestly, I just think he felt a little sad too.

#our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #spoiler #our flag means death #ofmd #david jenkins #intérview #gizmodo

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 27: Liar

“Name?” Castiel asks without looking up from the plain paper cup in his hands.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Castiel frowns at the unnecessary last name, but dutifully writes down the necessary information. “Large red eye,” he tells Meg as he passes the cup along.

Meg snorts – an odd reaction even for her – but takes it.

“Seriously?” Bruce asks, his expression flabbergasted.

“He wouldn’t know a reference if it zip tied him with a grappling hook,” Meg cuts in. “Unless you want to stand here for the next ten minutes explaining Batman, you’d better get a move on.”

“Thank you, Meg,” Castiel says sourly, catching onto Bruce’s little game. “Is that all, Bruce?”

Lips pressed together like he’s holding in a smile, Bruce hands over a ten dollar bill. “Yep, that’s it.” His eyes flick down to Castiel’s chest where a name tag would be, if this university coffee shop gave a crap about making sure their student baristas complied to a dress code. “What’s your name?”

Castiel purses his lips. “None of your business.”

Bruce whistles. “Cold, man. That’s cold.”

“That’s Clarence for you,” Meg says as she hands over Bruce’s red eye.

“Clarence?” Bruce repeats, grinning from ear to ear.

“A nickname,” Castiel says, shooting down that train of thought before it can ever leave the station. He doesn’t need two people calling him that.

“Hm,” Bruce says, “We’ll see.”

* * *

“Name?”

“Fox Mulder.”

Castiel looks up at the odd response, not that he should really be throwing stones when it comes to first names. “Oh, you,” he says as he catches sight of Bruce’s – Fox’s? – smirking face.

“Me,” he says with a wink.

Castiel exhales a put-upon sigh. “I take it Fox isn’t your real name either?” 

“Nope,” Fox says cheerfully. “Large red eye, please.”

After Castiel writes the made up name on the paper cup, Meg takes it from him with a grin. “Fox,” she reads out loud. “Caught any aliens lately?”

“Not today,” Fox says, “maybe after English.” He eyes Castiel warily. “You’ve really never seen the X-Files?” At Castiel’s bemused shake of his head, Fox demands, “How?”

“Is it a movie or a television show?”

Fox scoffs, “It’s just one of the most influential TV shows of the 90s.”

Over by the espresso machine, Meg snorts. In a carrying voice, she says, “I had to make him watch Friends last semester. You’re fighting a losing battle.”

Clinically, Castiel observes, “You seem very invested in this.”

Fox gapes at him. “But –”

“Order up, Agent Mulder!” Meg calls from the other end of the counter.

Muttering darkly to himself, Fox stalks off to grab his drink.

That night, Castiel searches Bruce Wayne Google and dozens of movies come up, plus a television show, and decades-worth of comic books. 

He spends the night watching the first season of the X-Files instead.

* * *

“Hello,” Castiel says as Bruce/Fox steps up to the register. “What can I get for you today?” he asks politely, already reaching for the large paper cups.

Bruce/Fox smirks, his eyes following Castiel’s hands. “A large red eye.”

“Name?”

“Obi Wan Kenobi.”

Castiel frowns down at the cup. “Should I write Obi or Obi Wan?”

Obi makes a face that can only be described as distressed. “Goddamn, no Star Wars either?”

“Obi it is, then,” Castiel says, copying it down.

“Obi Wan if you’re nasty,” he says in a low voice, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Castiel blinks. “Please tell me that’s another reference.”

Obi’s shoulders slump. “Yeah, it is.”

“Don’t worry, Jedi, I’ll fill him in,” Meg says as she takes the empty cup from him.

Castiel scowls at her. “You don’t need to do that,” he tells her sharply. “I can figure it out on my own.” As Meg stares at him in disbelief, he retorts, “I watched Batman Begins and the X-Files last week.”

“You did?” Obi asks, delighted. “So, what’d you thin –”

“Red eye for Obi Wan,” Meg interrupts.

“We’re not done here,” Obi promises Castiel as Meg shoves his cup at him and waves goodbye.

The next day, after Meg hears that Castiel watched Episode I – the logical beginning, any sane person would reason – she quickly sets him right with Episode IV and warns him to never slip to Obi he started with JarJar.

* * *

“Name?”

“Indiana Jones.”

Castiel frowns. “Are you ever going to give me your real name?”

Indiana leans in, bracing one elbow on the counter. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.

Castiel’s brain fritzes out.

But before he can gather his wits together, Meg interrupts their conversation, “Move along, Indy, he’s not interested.”

Castiel gives himself a little mental shake to get it together. “What will you be having today?”

Indy scowls at Meg. “A large red eye.”

Castiel writes Indy in black letters on the cup as he gestures for the next person to come forward to order. “Thank you and please come again.”

“You come again,” Indy retorts nonsensically as he flees to the other end of the counter to wait.

* * *

From behind the register, Castiel narrows his eyes as his most memorable regular saunters up to the counter. “Hello,” he says, already reaching for the large cup. “Large red eye?”

“Yeah,” he says, staring at Castiel intently.

“Name?” 

“Butch Cassidy.” As Castiel writes Butch along the side, Butch asks, “Damn, no westerns in your arsenal either?”

Castiel shakes his head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Shame.” 

But Butch doesn’t move down the counter as their conversation lulls. Ignoring the two caffeine-deprived students behind him, he says in a casual voice, “I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t shoot me down the other day – your little partner in crime did.”

Behind Castiel, Meg snorts. “What?” she asks as he throws her a curious look. “They’re good puns.”

Butch’s jaw drops.

Castiel blinks, equally surprised at Meg’s response. “I didn’t know you liked puns.”

“What you don’t know about me could fill a bible,” Meg says flippantly. She nudges him in the shoulder. “Pay attention, Sundance.”

Butch clears his throat. “So, what do you say...?” he pauses, “I still don’t know your name.”

Castiel bites his lip. “You don’t know me at all.”

Butch grimaces. “That’s the point of going out, man.”

Castiel glances at Meg, who rolls her eyes. “I’m not your keeper, Clarence. Do what you want.”

“I’m sorry, but no,” Castiel says, quietly but firmly. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable going out with someone I barely know.”

“Fine,” Butch says. “But I’m gonna keep getting my coffee here.”

Castiel huffs a noise that might be a laugh. “I look forward to it.”

Butch grabs a napkin and scrawls something on it. “’S not my number, don’t worry,” he says as he thrusts it at Castiel. “In case you forget.”

As he walks off, Castiel reads Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969).

* * *

After that, he starts leaving Castiel all sorts of recommendations on napkins, from Ghostbusters to Top Gun to Dirty Dancing (Meg has a good laugh when he uses a name from that movie).

“How come you don’t get any of my references?” he – James T. Kirk, today – asks. “It’s not that you don’t like movies or TV shows, or else you wouldn’t watch them after I bring them up.”

Castiel shrugs. “My parents never invested in a television or cable package, and going to movies alone was never particularly appealing to me.”

“Clarence grew up very sheltered,” Meg adds.

He cranes his neck to glare at her.

“What?” James stares. “Going to the movies alone is the best.”

Castiel reins in his surprise; James exudes such charm that would no doubt entrap any passers-by into attending the film with him.

“It’s the ultimate escape,” James continues. “You just sit there and watch the movie and forget about all the crap in your normal life. ’S why I’m a cinema studies major.”

“That doesn’t sound… too bad,” Castiel says tentatively. “I’m majoring in classics.”

The next day, James, going by Frodo Baggins, hands Castiel a ten dollar bill for his red eye and a single ticket to the local theater for the current blockbuster playing at 8pm.

* * *

Castiel smiles as his favorite customer approaches. “Name?” 

“Freddy Krueger.”

Meg snorts.

“What?” Freddy asks her over Castiel’s shoulder. “I’m thinking I should do theme-weeks. Like, Halloween’s in a few days.”

Castiel doesn’t bother confirming his red eye, and instead writes Freddy on the cup and hands it to Meg. 

As she prepares Freddy’s drink, Freddy grabs a napkin. 

Castiel reads Nightmare on Elm Street upside down before he takes the note from Freddy. “I was thinking,” he says as he pockets it, “You proposed a deal earlier.”

Freddy’s expression turns intrigued. “What deal?”

“I’ll tell you my name, if you tell me yours,” Castiel repeats.

Freddy grins. “Seriously?” He waits a beat, his eyes narrowing as the silence drags on. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not,” Castiel promises. “So? What’s your real name?”

Freddy taps his fingers against the counter as he deliberates his next move. “I dunno, you tell me,” he says, his voice infuriatingly playful.

Castiel crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you five? You need me to go first?”

Freddy nods.

Castiel stares him down.

Freddy stares right back.

“Large red eye for Freddy Kruger!” Meg announces loudly, and more than a few heads swivel around in surprise.

“We’re not done here,” Freddy swears as he takes the cup from her.

“I didn’t think we were,” Castiel says pleasantly.

* * *

“Your name?”

“Michael Myers.”

“That’s not your real name, is it?” Castiel asks suspiciously. Michael has used a few normal-sounding names before.

“Nope.”

Castiel rolls his eyes as he scrawls a messy Michael on a paper cup. “You can give me your real name, you know.”

“So could you,” Michael vollies back.

“You guys are so disgusting,” Meg says, snatching the cup out of Castiel’s lax hand. “Just get the big reveal over with. I’m getting cavities over here.”

“Sure, once he goes first,” Michael says. “I put in all this work to drop a new John Hancock every day; it’s the least he could do.”

“Like it’s work for you,” Castiel retorts. “You once dropped five references in a single sentence! You do it as easily as breathing.”

Michael scowls. “Tell you what, let’s up the ante. I guess your name first, and you go out to the movies with me.”

Castiel freezes. Michael hadn’t brought up dating since that first time he asked Casitel out. Deep down, Castiel knew he hadn’t let it go, or else he would stop flirting over coffee and keeping up the parade of fake names. But still, the request takes him by surprise. “And what if I guess first?” 

Michael shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

Castiel holds his hand out to shake on it.

Grinning, Michael does. “You’ve got yourself a deal… James?”

“That was your name a month ago,” Castiel tuts. “Try again.”

* * *

“Steve,” he says before Castiel can even ask for his name-of-the-day.

“C’mon, does he look like a Steve to you?” Meg asks, pinching Castiel’s cheek as she passes. 

Castiel swats her hand out of the way. “My name isn’t Steve.”

“Damn.”

“I’ll get that red eye for you,” Castiel says, glancing up at him from lowered lashes, “Sam?”

He bursts out laughing. “Close – that’s my little brother’s name.”

“Right, well, what should I write on the cup, then?”

“Let’s go with Norman Bates,” Norman says, still chuckling. 

“Going old school?” Meg calls appreciatively from over by the espresso machine. “Nice.”

“If it ain’t broke,” Norman says with a shrug. He turns to Castiel. “Are you dressing up for Halloween this year?”

Castiel purses his lips. “I wasn’t planning on it, but now I understand a great deal more costumes than last year.”

“That’s the spirit,” Norman says, his eyes sparkling.

* * *

Castiel’s usual, “Name?” dies on his tongue as he takes in how tired his favorite customer looks. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says before yawning hugely. “Pulled an all nighter last night to marathon a few movies I slept through during lecture.” He grimaces. “Breathless can go fuck itself, and if anyone says French New Age film revolutionized cinema, run in the other direction.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Castiel says. “Name?”

“Ichabod Crane. Seriously, I almost fell asleep again –”

The customer behind him coughs loudly, and Castiel’s gaze flicks over his shoulder to see - “Dean?” he says.

Ichabod straightens, his face paling. “How’d you –”

“Large red eye, Meg!” Castiel calls as he gestures to the next person to step forward. “What can I get you Dean Adler?”

Castiel’s hard-ass Roman Philosophy Professor and Dean of the College stands behind Ichabod, already looking annoyed at the wait. “Large black coffee with an extra shot and extra cream.”

“Of course,” Castiel says as he swipes Dean Adler’s card through the machine.

By the time he looks up, Ichabod has disappeared.

* * *

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel greets the next day.

Dean sheepishly smiles at him. “You figured it out?”

“Hard not to, when you went white as a sheet when I addressed the Dean,” Castiel says. “So I only thought it fair…” he drifts off, gesturing to his chest.

Dean’s eyes widen as he reads the HELLO MY NAME IS sticker stuck to Castiel’s shirt, along with a clearly printed CASTIEL below it.

“Cas-tee-el?” he sounds out. “For real?”

“Clarence was named after an angel,” Meg sing-songs from behind him.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “I won’t watch It’s a Wonderful Life on principle.”

Dean laughs. “It’s overrated, anyway.” 

Castiel grabs a cup and writes Dean in his best handwriting, turning it around to show Dean. 

He nods in approval. “So, you won. What’s your poison?” Dean grimaces. “I’m not getting on a plane – or listening to Jefferson Starship. There are some lines I won’t cross, even for a gentleman’s agreement.”

Castiel pulls out two tickets from his back pocket. “I was thinking we’d go see a movie.”

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #friends to lovers #getting together #first meetings #castiel & meg masters #university au #student castiel #student dean #barista castiel #rae writes fic

[mikodrawnnarratives]

TW BLOOD

(bit ltr on)

TW REFERENCED CHARACTER DEATH

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | Part 2 | This is Part 3 | Extra

Gonna add some after comic shenanigans because I have thought of a LOT

It'll be linked as Extra

likely will be comprised of memes with maybe some serious

Long post under the cut!

And rambling right after like. a lot. jkfdjklsd

It’S DONE

Well besides the extras and memes I’ll include in another part that. I don’t know when I’ll finish. But stay tuned I’m gonna go ham. I can't wait to share the memes especially loll

Fair warning my rambling here gets a little all over the place so if I repeat myself. Sorry lol. 

If I knew how to include a second read more I would

anyway , I think I've made this comic lighter towards the end of this comic (both on purpose with the backgrounds and story lol) but this ending I hope is a combination of bittersweet and hopeful. Y/n gets to have a new family and connection to humanity that I think would be beneficial. 

How they’d take finding out Y/n is a VAMPIRE is it’s own can of worms that you can decide for yourself how would go down. Best outcome is that Y/n continues to watch over the generations influenced by Vanessa and her family during their immortality. 

Gregory and Cassie still haven’t been introduced in the Naff’s Cryptid Sightings universe by the time I post this, so if/when they are their characterization most likely will be different. And ggy likely won’t be placed in the au. Which is completely understandable! Tho an alternative path following canon fnaf more with 3 star fam, ggy n such is a concept I LOVE in the Cryptid Sightings world! I’ll go into it more ltr

Greg and Cass already have cryptid parents but now they get Uncle Eclipse and Uncle/Aunt/Pibling/Auncle/Etc Y/n. And Y/n gets to have one more purpose in protecting these ppl they will grow to care a lot about that knew Vanessa when Y/n couldn’t connect with her. Lots of sharing stories abt Vanessa occurs.

I’ll joke abt this in the extras & memes part but I think It would be so funny if Y/n can one moment be depressed and then Eclipse mentions Cass & Greg and they’re like “RIGHT I NEED TO PLAN HOW IM GONNA SPOIL THEM FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY” or “I LOST TO GREGORY LAST TIME IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN” or “I NEED TO CHECK UP ON THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY’RE ACTUALLY RESTING AFTER THEY FOUGHT THAT CRYPTID”

Eclipse is simultaneously grateful they have a new source of motivation, they haven’t seen you like this in a while, and he doesn’t dislike Gregory or Cassie. BUT since Cassie and Gregory are still Cryptid Hunters, it isn’t IDEAL lmao

On to elaborating on the comic: I love 3 star fam (by extension cassie) and Vanessa had growth offscreen so now her dying wish to y/n is like:

Nessie: hey. Make sure my kids (that aren't kids anymore) don't die ok cool cool

Sure Greg and Cass have Freddy and Roxy but between:

Demonic cryptids that have no experience being a human NOR a cryptid hunter human at that 

Vs

Friend that might just be there still since if these cryptids could have humanity there's a chance my friend sending me memes that are so in character with their personality is ALSO still human despite being vampire and maybe ness & them could reconcile and Greg and Cass could finally meet the only person ness would have considered family and-

Nessie never would have considered y/n still having their humanity if it weren't for Freddy and by extension Roxy 

And btw Ness would not have given her phone to y/n if she wasn't sure that y/n wouldn't hurt Greg and Cass.

She. Didn't expect y/n to go the extra mile and meet them in person. The phone would give y/n their contact information and all the photos of memories they missed out on

Y/n cries when they unlock ness's phone and Nessie still hadn't changed her password

The video she made that y/n sees at the end is when she was first entertaining the idea of y/n possibly still having their humanity, but still wasn’t sure. It was a video that she only ever planned on y/n seeing if she either died and/or she was sure y/n was still human in some regard. She wanted to leave y/n with something in that scenario.

Vanessa here meeting Vanessa in Cryptid Sightings and Lost episode canon would certainly be something. Vanessas from canon Cryptid Sightings would just. Not know how Vanessa got over it and neither does Ness here know

Also, there are some details for this canon divergence au that are completely settled to me and other details I don't have a solid idea for. Like, I'm not SET on how Nessie and Greg would meet, ness and Cass, if it would be at the same time, who would be doing the glitchtrapping.  Prob becuz some of those are still unclear in canon canon FNAF and others I'm just indecisive

I'll leave it a little loose, up in the air

Also the possession being done by the same cryptid wouldn’t be possible with Cryptid sighting’s universe rules so. I’m not gonna bother figuring out those details for this comic. 

But I do love the idea of Nessie growing closer to Greg and Cass and at least Ness and Greg sharing a bond over dealing with Glitchtrap

Speaking of glitchtrapped GGY in cryptid au-

The wizards FAVORITE now being in same universe as demonic cryptids that would absolutely want to slaughter Glitchtrap for possessing a KID? Making him kill multiple people, including a kid his age? Tasty. Scrumptious. I want to make a separate post just thinking Abt how canon crew for cryptid sightings might react to GGY, especially Cryptid Sun & Moon/Eclipse. I'll save most of that rambling for that potential post since there's so much angst potential. 

While im here, I’ll ask. Naff, how would Eclipse react to a child, possessed by a demonic cryptid, having killed other children? Or. Is that a spoiler since these characters could be introduced in a reunion work and whether Cassie gets possessed to mirror canon fnaf is still up in the air? 👀

@/puhpandas can be blamed for my brain rot of the GGY story and dr rabbit stuffs and the potential it could bring.

Tho I don't expect to see GGY in any continuations of cryptid sightings lol I don't know how that would work when cryptid sightings already has laid down rules for possession in that universe and Glitchtrap is already gone. I'll happily see what Gregory and Freddy are like when they (hopefully) appear in future continuations of cryptid sightings

But since this is canon divergence I can indulge in three star fam real quick

To follow canon canon FNAF (or at least the fanon built off of the scrapped security breach canon as well as what stayed in sb), Vanessa would be saved by Gregory and Freddy, I'm undecided if Cassie would join in sooner or later. Nessie would regardless have to stomach being around kids that remind her of her trauma since she can't just fully IGNORE them. Gregory would have no one since I love the angst of the theory he killed his loving family as GGY 

So. Nessie would probably know that and it would make the situation hard.

Vanessa would grow a bond with Gregory and Freddy at some point, Gregory has a head start  due to. Y'know. Glitchtrap. Hard to not have some sort of connection to the kid that went through what you did too.

Anyway, Vanessa here would be saved by Gregory and Freddy to match up with canon. Or at least, the fanon I subscribe to for security breach since canon was lack luster and scrapped all the good ideas for Vanessa last minute.

Nessie and Gregory would have the shared experience of dealing with Glitchtrap trauma and Cassie gets roped, just like canon, with the whole Mimic situation. Then Nessie has two kids that she can't fully ignore but also can't stomach COMPLETELY being there for. Fun.

But since I adore 3 star fam too much, Vanessa is able to grow attached to Gregory like a big sister eventually (i adore big sis nessie dkljssfkld look at @/boringa55binch 's stuff you'll get ITTT)

When I'd imagine Cassie would be introduced, I bet Nessie would have a harder time with her around since what we've seen of Cassie in canon is only of her getting fooled. I bet Nessie would have a harder time around her for that reason.

But it's not like she COULD leave them completely alone since she's the one with the most cryptid hunting experience. And if these kids are SO INSISTENT about getting into trouble, fine. She owes them after all

I've been undecided if Cassie would be apart of the gang when Nessie is saved so that's up in the air for what ppls like most

Time skip is about 20-30 years ltr I've determined so, Ness did die when she was relatively young. (The circumstances of how she died are a plot device yes i will admit shush it isn’t terribly important sorry jklfdsjksfd)

I'm not the greatest at drawing aged characters so there you have it, Cassie and Gregory are in their late twenties early thirties.

Nessie knows it is a gamble to ask Y/n this favor. But, she's a worried big sis, being around Roxy and Freddy I bet would have softened her heart to the general idea of cryptids not being bad, and y/n doesn't seem to be bad atm. It could be a ghost that'll haunt watch over them, or Nessie's best friend can continue to be long distance buds with Nessie's new family.

And if Y/n was truly gone and all that remained was the vampire tendencies, by this point she has trust Gregory, Cassie, Freddy, and Roxy can keep each other safe. If it was truly a mistake to give y/n her trust.

So, that's why y/n hypes themself up and visits the graveyard when Gregory is there. And it did take a lot out of them but y'know I like the idea of y/n getting close with the gang.

It does make the next cryptid reunion a little weird.

Y/n & Eclipse: YOU DIDN'T MENTION VANESSA WAS A PART OF THE CREW NOW??

Freddy & Roxy: YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT VANESSA

Like, imagine both describing Vanessa in previous reunions, and NOW they're finding out it was the same person.

Vampire reveal set aside for later, this is y/n's newest reason to LIVE (mentioned earlier im gonna indulge on details down here)

They can't die yet! They still have memes to send to these kids! Jokes to tell! Series to make them binge with Y/n over a call! This is the gosh darn happiest Eclipse has seen them in decades!!

Flipping between seeing Gregory and Cassie as their nephew and niece and competing with Freddy and Roxy over the title of parent. Regardless of age. (they joke but Y/n never actually competes for the title, they are much too anxious of doing something wrong. Plus, Roxy and Freddy would be pretty tough to beat)

I also think it would be hilarious if Y/n sent out Eclipse with a chancla when Gregory does a Human Hero Complex goof up that painfully reminds y/n of their Human Hero Complex goof ups. He isn't allowed to make the same mistakes without consequence. And y/n WILL stay back in the bushes with goggles to SEE IT HAPPEN. Eclipse ain't worried abt y/n's mental state when they're too invested with their Nephew and Niece.

Gregory: We are adults.

Y/n: Yeah but you're also stupid humans who don't know when to quit.

Eclipse does get a chuckle they're now complaining so much abt human's having these stupid hero/martyr complexes when they were a human not so long ago themself lol

and

didn't mention before but

Y/n and Vanessa compared to Cassie and Gregory parallels that would could be explored.

ANYWAY (get an “anyway” tracker for this post 💀)

Cryptid Sightings doesn't have Cassie or Gregory in their cast of characters yet so (i think I mentioned this earlier but still), this could age. As of writing this, no reunion fic has been published. Might make a note of that if I release this after the fact. But still. Indulge with me in the hyjinks. I haven’t even begun on Freddy being a dad to y/n and possible Roxy dynamic with y/n lolll.

This au of an au of an au still has lots of angst to be explored like. Oh yeah, Gregory was controlled by Glitchtrap too and has a fuck ton of ptsd SINCE HE WAS TWELVE

Fun discussion for later at thanksgiving over zoom. One that Greg is just like: Can we get back to video games pls. now.

The bombshell that will be Y/n revealed to be a Vampire is still up in the air like I said earlier. But, y'know, it might go better this time.

Y/n hopes for that. Hopes. Funny, you haven't smiled this much in a while.

Vanessa's death hurts. Both of them were too young for their fates. It hurt especially when they were saying goodbye for the very last time. Nessie's death was coming and Y/n knew that, but at the same time. Y/n can focus on caring about people Nessie cared about. People Nessie trusted them to care for.

I like the idea of Y/n continuing to watch over and keep in contact with the people Nessie has impacted in some way. Nessie to Gregory and Cassie to whoever they inspire and have become their successors. And they got so much more they are looking forward to now. Knowing humans and sticking around them even digitally has its risks but I think it could be pretty grounding. They have even more dates to look forward to aside from halloween. Which, will be fun to celebrate with Gregory and Cassie fam.

They can't wait to do some more living.

#*ends with direct thingie from lost episode* oh yeah Im so smurt #Last Goodbye and First Hello comic #I have to go write an essay now #yes those are scars on cassie she did not get away from the cryptid mimic unscathed #3 star fam #<- mostly HINTED at/referenced #my art #MDN art tag #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings fanart #vampire!y/n #the lost episode #cryptid sightings the lost episode #glamrock freddy #fnaf vanessa #vanessa a. #fnaf vanessa a. #fnaf cassie #dcamv #daycare attendant multiverse #gregory fnaf #fnaf gregory #gregory fazbear #cryptid hunter!y/n #cryptid hunter y/n #tw blood #blood #cw blood #cw character death #character death

[teacasket]

cavities, fillings, and feelings

genre: fluff au: college au, bakery au warnings: none word count: 0.6k   pairing: f!reader x yang jeongin

There is a great irony in being a dental student and walking out of a dental practice with three filled cavities. It’s also embarrassing, especially when you got them filled by another student. You and Minho aren’t in the same cohort, thank God, but you see him enough that you wished to sink into the ground when he showed you your x-rays.

Mortification aside, you’re fine. You could brush better at the back of your mouth, but there’s nothing concerning since the cavities were small. Somehow, in the fog of relief, your brain decides that you should celebrate with a doughnut. The sweet, indulgent thing that may be the reason for your downfall.

Back Door Bakery is situated near your dental school, which means you can always stop by for a doughnut and coffee in the morning. Not that you always do, but you’re there often enough that the workers know you by name and you, theirs.

Jeongin is working today, and he waves hello from the register as you walk in, the chime of the door announcing your presence. He dyed his hair pink for the upcoming Valentine’s Day, and the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows makes it look rosier.

“Let me guess,” he says as you approach him, “Boston cream?”

Your mouth waters at the thought of chocolate frosting and custard filling. However, despite giving into your temptations, you still have some restraint. “No, not today. Just a regular twisted doughnut, please.”

“Coming right up.”

It doesn’t take long for him to grab a cinnamon-and-sugar encrusted doughnut from the display case. You pay, take a large comical bite, and are about to bid him goodbye when he says, “Make sure you come by on Valentine’s Day.”

"Is something happening?"

He smiles a secret smile and says, “You'll see.”

With an invitation like that, how can you resist? You’re at the bakery by seven in the morning, concealing your yawns with your hoodie sleeve. The line is longer than usual, likely because of whatever is happening today, but Back Door looks the same from the outside. You peer at the customers leaving and realize that all of their treats are themed specifically for the holiday. Heart-shaped doughnuts, red-glazed crullers, strawberry-topped éclairs—your teeth hurt just from looking at all of the sugary confections. Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from studying the display case with fascination.

You’ve settled on an éclair and your usual latte by the time it’s your turn at the register. Jeongin, working the register like always, asks what you think about the doughnuts today.

“I’m getting cavities just looking at them, so I love it,” you laugh. Remembering your last encounter to the dentist, you tongue your back molars as if you’ve just eaten. “I see so many future clients here. Thanks.”

He grins at your silly joke, and you feel your heart jump. Then he says, “This is for you, by the way,” and your heart does cartwheels.

“Fresh strawberries, strawberry frosting, Bavarian cream filling," he says to your starry-eyed face. “Specially made for you and on the house. Also, your latte should be ready at the pick-up counter.”

“God, I love you,” you reply without thinking.

You blush, and he does too, turning the same color as his hair. “It’s nothing,” he says. “I always like you seeing here, so I wanted to make sure you’d stick around. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

On your walk to your first class of the day, you contemplate on whether you should eat the doughnut now or later. Or possibly never. It’s pretty in a way that shouldn’t be applicable to doughnuts, and you can’t tell if your own feelings are coloring that opinion. Nevertheless, you can't hide your smile as you think back to Jeongin’s face.

for more valentine's day shenanigans: flowers for you // candy hearts // stupid cupid

#stray kids #skz #in #yang jeongin #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #in x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #in imagines #yang jeongin imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #in scenarios #yang jeongin scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #in fluff #yang jeongin fluff #stray kids au #skz au #college au #bakery au

[shegatsby]

The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world. SMUT! P in v, unprotected sex, don't be silly wrap your willy. Angst. MINORS GET THE F OUT!

Words; 2.493K

A/N; Hello babes! Another day another slay, if you have any request about Joel don't hesitate to send them to me. See you on another fic. bye xxx

Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter Eight- The Finale

She couldn’t sleep, neither could Joel. They just laid on the bed, Joel’s arms around her, when the first lights of morning came she noticed that he was gone. A sudden panic took her body and soul, she ran to Ellie’s room, she was gone too. How dare they leaving without a goodbye?! Was she disposable to them? Y/N immediately got dressed, the cold air hit her face when she left the house. They should be at the stables, she thought and she ran.

It wasn’t too late, Ellie was there with Joel and Tommy, ‘’Y/N?’’ Tommy asked, confused. Before she could say anything Joel cut in, ‘’Change of plans. I’m taking Ellie, not Tommy.’’ She was so relieved that the thought of them leaving without saying goodbye didn’t matter at all. Joel came up to her, ‘’I’m sorry but you were sleeping like an angle so I didn’t want to wake you up.’’ He shortly explained, when he saw the purple hicky he left on her neck he had a grin on his face, ‘’When I come back,’’ he kissed her forehead, ‘’I’ll have you all to myself.’’

‘’Eww!’’ Ellie made her presence known, ‘’Can we just get the fuck out of here?!’’

Before they got on to the horse she kissed him passionately, his hands went to her waist, ‘Come back to me.’’ She said when they parted, ‘’We will.’’ These last few months Joel realized that he let these two girls in, they became a family and he wasn’t going to let that go. Y/N also didn’t forget to kiss Ellie’s cheeks and making sure that she didn’t feel left out. ‘’Gross but you two are meant for each other.’’ She said with a cheeky smile, ‘’Thank you for the input.’’

The tall wooden doors were opened for them to leave, the last look Joel gave her broke her heart but he had to take Ellie and the Fireflies had to make a cure, the entire world depended on them..

And that was 4 months ago…

She settled quickly, Maria said she could stay at that house which was a relief for her, her job was to work on the fields and teach kids gardening. She took pride and joy in teaching, these children were so different than Ellie and all she hoped for was to see Ellie, not scared and always on the run but relaxed and joyful. She had a ritual, everyday she would wake up early to clean and organize the house so that it would be comfortable for Ellie and Joel when they come back, and every damn day her tired yet hopeful eyes wander the wooden walls, waiting for her family to come in and surprise everyone.

The first 2 months no one dared to even talk to her, she felt as if she was invisible, they seemed scared of her or rather Joel. It didn’t matter to her because she liked the silence, the 3rd month some women at the bar made a small conversation with her about how useful her teaching was and she could feel her heart get warmer, she loved teaching and making a difference.

On the 3rd month she joined Tommy and others to go into the city to find useful things. Others brought soap, clothes and she brought books for kids. She didn’t forget to hide the comic books for Ellie, she put them in her room. During the 3rd month she could hear people whisper about the possibility of Joel and Ellie dying, she tried to dismiss the thought but lately she couldn’t. Every day she grew restless, they kept hearing rumors about raiders chasing and killing people, what if they were hunted by these raiders? What if they were captured and tortured?

Y/N heard the ring which meant the school was finished for today and she watched her students leave the classroom. It was a small space with paintings on the walls, books on the shelves and a big white board, it worked for them and she couldn’t wait to have Ellie in school too. As she gathered her things and put them in her bag she heard some people running and speaking louder than usual. When she popped her head out of the door to see, another teacher approached to her, he was older than her and he was teaching mostly math, chemistry, etc. ‘’What’s going on?’’ she asked, she tried to keep her voice normal but the idea of raiders or clickers climbing those walls made hair shiver in fear. ‘’I think we have new people.’’ He shortly said and it relieved her.

She left the school, the smell of fresh spring air gave her comfort. The flowers and trees were blossoming and filling the air with a nice scent, it reminded her something… her grandma’s backyard.

The school building was further away from the gates but she could still see people gathering towards the gate so she followed them with curiosity. Her heart was beating in her throat, if it was them what was she going to do? What if they already had forgotten about her? Her legs had their own minds, she was practically sprinting to see, and she saw the wooden doors being opened, two people walked in.

She had to suppress her gasp, it was them, Joel and Ellie. Tommy was the first one to greet them, she watched him hug his brother, and Ellie, and then she could see his eyes searching the crowd and they locked eyes, neither of them dared to move a muscle. As soon as Ellie saw Y/N she ran to her and gave her a big hug. It seemed like she needed it, Y/N hugged her back, brushed her hair gently, and whispered ‘’I’m here sweet girl.’’ Y/N cupped Ellie’s cheeks, ‘’Let’s go home, I’m sure you have a long story for me. Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.’’ Together they walked among people, she could feel Joel’s eyes watching them leave.

As Ellie was getting a shower Y/N was getting the dinner ready for them, soup, meat and bread she freshly made this morning. The table was ready, she was about to go and check on her when the door of their home smashed open by none other than Joel Miller. She halted in her steps he closed the door and saw her standing few inches away from him, her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, she had a long sleeveless dress, it was red and her hair was longer than before, ‘’Hi.’’ She managed to say, ‘’Welcome home.’’ She regretted as soon as she said it, ‘’Home?’’ in these months the place became her home but what about him? In order to change the subject she spoke again, ‘’Dinner is ready, Ellie is in the shower.’’ Before she let him speak she quickly climbed the stairs, her heart was about to jump out of her rib cage, Y/N had to brush the odd feeling and knocked on Ellie’s door. No answer, so she silently opened the door to see Ellie, in her pink robe and sitting on the bed. Her weary brown eyes locked on the window in front of her, shoulders shrunken,  ‘’Ellie, dinner is ready.’’ Y/N said but no answer came, something was off. Y/N approached to her gently, when Ellie startled for a second it broke Y/N’s heart, they spent almost a year together and built a daughter-mother bond and to see it vanish in few months shook her, obviously something bad went down when they were outside, ‘’Dinner is ready.’’ She only nodded which made Y/N sat next to her, ‘’You don’t have to tell me anything but know this,’’ Y/N held Ellie’s hands, ‘’it’s not your fault.’’ And with that Ellie started crying, this was the first time she saw her cry and all she could do was to be there for her, Ellie’s head on her chest, Y/N kept hugging and rubbing her back just like taking care of a baby, it was official, Ellie was hers.

Joel, as soon as he walked through those walls all he wanted to do was to just put Y/N to his shoulder, hold Ellie by the hand and take them home but he didn’t want to scare her so he watched them leave.

When he came home and saw how tidy and clean the inside was and how welcoming she was… Joel was never going to leave her or Ellie. He was struggling though, should he tell Y/N what happened with the Fire flies? How he killed those people to save their girl… it could wait for a while. After all these years he was in pain and torture but after having them in his life, a found family, killing bunch of people to protect them seemed worth it. He wasn’t going to let this go, not in a million years.

However, something in Y/N was changed, the way she looked at him seemed distant, of course, it had been 4 months since they last saw each other and in those months anything can happen, his worst fear was Y/N finding someone younger and more handsome than him. Did his worst fear become true? He was in his dark thoughts when he climbed the stairs and saw Ellie’s door open, Y/N and Ellie were sitting on the bed and talking, he couldn’t help but listen,

‘’it wasn’t your fault.’’

He could see Ellie cry, he was still angry with himself for getting stabbed and that weird man kidnapping Ellie. They never talked about it and he wished he was the one who killed that pervert. He would make it slow, torturing him for days and then he would finish it, not with a gun but with a knife. Gun would be too easy but knife is a lot more intimate and hurts like a bitch. His hands clenched into fists but he was happy to see Ellie letting all out and finding comfort in Y/N, he was never good at these thing anyway, he watched them, hugging each other and Y/N taking the role of the mother, he wished Sarah also had Y/N in her life, she would make his job so easy and coming home to Y/N after a hectic work day would be a bliss, there he was again, in his fantasy world. He quietly closed the door and walked to the parents’ bedroom, everything was the same but cleaner, he hit the shower immediately, when he left he found clean clothes for him on the bed, obviously Y/N put those for him, his heart did a jump. She was so caring and thoughtful, after getting dressed he went downstairs and saw Ellie sitting at the table, food was ready and Joel took his place at the head of the table, ‘’Smells delicious.’’ He made a comment, ‘’Enjoy. Oh Ellie, I found some of your favorite books, they’re in your room on the shelf. Seeing her brown eyes lit worth millions of ‘’thank you’’

Throughout the dinner they avoided the most obvious question; ‘’What happened with the Fireflies?’’

Joel’s yearning looks didn’t go unnoticed by her, after the dinner Ellie said she was tired and would like to go to bed and left them at the table. Y/N, in order to avoid his burning gaze she immediately bolted to her feet and started to do the dishes, Joel joined her, in silence she washed the dishes and he dried them. It was so strange to him to see himself adapting to domestic life just like that. He was meant to be a father and a husband, a provider, he couldn’t escape it anymore.

‘’Thank you.’’ She said with her soft voice, tasted like honey to him and they found themselves standing few inches away from each other, not moving a muscle. Joel wasn’t sure to take the first step and he was still thinking of the possibility that she could be with someone else. To prove him wrong Y/N took a step towards him and kissed him. He melted into her, pushing her to the counter without breaking the kiss, Y/N jumped to the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and closer.  They parted when they were out of breath, his warm brown eyes were like tiny stars, her hands were clung to his shirt, ‘’You came back to me.’’ She said more to herself, eyes never leaving him as if he could disappear, ‘’I’m persistent.’’ he said that before at the car when they were in Kansas City and he was a man of his word. This time he took the lead and kissed her, she could feel her lips getting sore and she didn’t care.

Her hands travelled down and down, found his waist, belt and zipper and her hands thankfully were fast.

He helped her and Joel pulled his cock out, Y/N spit into her mouth and started to stroke it slowly, ‘’Fuuuuck-‘’ he moaned, ‘’Every goddamn night I dreamt of you darlin’ your soft hands,’’ she kept stroking him, ‘’your juicy cunt, uhhh- stop-‘’ he had to stop her because if she kept doing that..

‘’Joel, please, I want you.’’ They had to whisper, Joel’s eyes got darker, she laid on the cold counter, her hand went to pick her dress up, and then she got rid of her panties to show him how wet she was.

Joel watched Y/N finger herself, ‘’Look at you, needy slut,’’ his words were getting her wetter, ‘’Please Joel, I want to feel your cock, I kept touching myself thinking of you.’’ Her confession made his cock twitch, with that he pushed her hand away and positioned himself, he wanted to feel her fully so he just went in, he was thick which was something Y/N forgot so the sensation made her shiver. ‘’Fuck yes-‘’ Y/N was a mess and Joel was the reason, and he knew, deep down he knew that he belonged there, between her legs, in these 4 months he even planned to propose to her and finding her like this… it was done. She had to be his wife.

He leaned into her, kissing her, biting her jaw like an animal, giving her small bites on her neck, she guided his hand to her neck and he gave her what she wanted. He was choking her and fucking her raw, it had to be raw because it had been months away from each other. Y/N liked his harshness, it made her cunt squeeze his cock, his movements got sloppy, ‘’Come in me.’’ She said, sure of herself, ‘’Baby girl-‘’ he was surprised by her request but he had been imagining this, coming in her and giving her a baby. He came after few thrusts, he was balls deep in her, his head in her neck, smelling her scent.

He lifted his head, eyes droopy, ‘’Be mine.’’ He said, ‘’Already yours.’’

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Meeting Trish Stratus & Lita during the Niagara Falls Comic Con (June 10th, 2023)

Yes, I met Trish Stratus for the first time AND Lita for the second time on Saturday !! In fact, this trip to Niagara Falls was planned a long time ago as a part of my sabbatical in Canada. I was very excited because it was also the first official schedule of Team Bestie since their match at Wrestlemania 39 ! 

The trip from Toronto was very smooth, as well as the organization for the entrance of the attendees (I arrived at the venue at 9:30 AM). The problems began when we started to wait in line for the autographs and selfies sessions. The staff was asking us to wait in a ‘snake line’ ; as a result, many people didn’t know where the lines would start or finish. It was very confusing, to say the least. There was also a different line for people with VIP passes and priority ticket holders ; even though the normal line was at capacity, the staff still let them enter, causing frustration and more waiting. This was the only flaw though, because everything went out pretty well during the day. 

The first person I went to meet was Trish : she was super nice !! She said ‘Hello, nice to meet you!’ and asked me my name for the autograph ; as she was signing, I told her that I was from France and she started to speak French a bit ! Her accent was very cute, if I may add ! I then explained that I was studying English in order to get a promotion at my job, and she asked me what I was doing for a living. She then surprised me by telling me that my English was actually quite good, and we kept on talking when she asked me my opinion about living in Toronto. We took the selfie picture and I gave her my letter ; she thanked me by holding my hand. I said that I would see her later for the Op and she HUGGED ME. I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to take the autographed picture while leaving her booth, so she had to give it to me ahaha It was so unreal, because even though the line was very long, she still took the time to have a real conversation with me. She had a way of making every person feel special... She is simply amazing !

After that, I quickly grabbed my lunch and started to get in line for the Photo Op I had with both Trish & Lita. Like in every Photo Op photoshoot, you have to be quick and efficient. Sweet detail : before the picture, Amy stroked my back to calm me 😢 . Once the picture was taken, I said my goodbyes and left. I didn’t have the time to register what happened because I had to get in line for the last time of the day for Amy !

In this particular case, the waiting was bearable ; I noticed that the lines were generally less longer than with Trish (the “local wrestling legend” effect?). Cute story : the Kenz was there ! She was in a bag near to Amy’s feet. Amy only took her out once, but I think the Kenz was napping the rest of the time. Another cute story : Amy’s agent during this event was a French woman ! She found out when she heard my accent while I bought the combo I wanted. Anyway, I went to Amy, introduced myself and told her that it was the second time we met, to which she replied, “Really? It’s nice to see you again!”. I told her that I was French so she asked me what I was doing in Canada ; I explained to her the same I did with Trish. I admitted that I felt more comfortable than in 2017 because my English was better, and she happily said “it’s ok, also because we are among friends, right?”. We took a picture together and I gave my other letter to her ; she complimented the origami envelope I did for it and put it in her bag (she told me that she would read it in the evening). She wished me good luck for my studies and we said our goodbyes. Our whole interaction really warmed my heart.  

As a conclusion, I would say that this day was probably one of the best in my life. Lots of waiting but lots of emotions and a good spirit in general. Canadian wrestling fans are very funny and passionate, it was a pleasure to talk to some of them. I am very proud of being a fan of such gracious, kind and beautiful women. If you have the opportunity to meet them, you should definitely go, it is truly worth it. 

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If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Fourteen: Court Date

By December, I was saddled with an unshakeable sadness. I took my finals early and flew to Metropolis for court. It felt like a blur. I can’t remember what I said, but I know I couldn’t look up the entire time I spoke. Whatever I said must’ve been convincing because my dad whispered to his lawyer and asked to approach the bench. Our lawyers talked to the judge, and the judge said something that I didn’t understand. Or maybe I didn’t hear it. I looked over, and my dad stared straight at me. He mouthed something at me, and I stared, waiting for him to repeat himself. “Understand?” Dad mouthed. I shook my head. I hadn’t slept in two days. I was jetlagged, nauseous, and—.

“Young man,” the judge called. 

“Yes, sir,” I answered. 

“After speaking to your birth parents, Mr. Luthor has decided not to contest the unsealing of your adoption records,” the judge explained. I swallowed hard and nodded. The judge made a few closing statements, and she let us go. I stood frozen as I watched Dad’s lawyer collect his things. Dad left before I could thank him, and I stepped into the hallway alone. I sat on a bench outside, waiting for a ride to the hotel. I wanted to shower, change clothes, and get something to eat without feeling awkward. I hadn’t eaten since I left. 

I barely got in the room when Rex called me. I thought it was a problem with the album or something, so I answered. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Well?” Rex asked. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“How’d it go?” Rex questioned. I scrunched my nose as I tossed my suit jacket over the couch.

“That’s personal, Rex. Some things don’t need to make the news,” I replied. “Is that all? I’m about to hop in the shower.” 

“Nope… But if you ever—.” 

“Goodbye, Rex,” I interrupted. I hung up, showered, and dressed for lunch. I didn’t expect any other calls, so I ordered a big lunch. I was halfway through a bowl of mac and cheese when I received a call from Clark. “Hi… Hey, Clark.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder. 

“I um—. Are you eating?” Clark questioned. 

“Yeah, but um—. Do you wanna meet me?” I asked. I told him the name of the restaurant. 

“I’m down the street from there, but actually—. Lucky, I’d prefer it if we spoke in private. When are you leaving?” Clark asked.

“I’m not sure. I wanna stay until I can talk to my birth parents, but I’ve gotta get home before New Year’s… Why? Do you wanna meet at my hotel?” I questioned. “We can have dinner.” 

“Okay. We can do it tomorrow night,” Clark replied.

“Tomorrow night’s good. Are you bringing Christopher?” I asked. 

“No, we’re gonna hire a sitter,” Clark answered. I tried scarfing down my nuggets, and Clark heard me. “Should I call you back?” 

“Nuh-uh,” I answered.

“I’ll talk while you eat. I saw your last few posts. Are you teasing a single?” Clark questioned. I swallowed hard and took a sip of lemonade. 

“Oh, um—. You know what? I can answer that on the record. I’m posting a Caesar cipher this Friday with a special message about the album,” I replied, “I wanted to do something fun this time because this album is a bit—. It’s a little dark.”  

“Lucky, I wasn’t calling for a—.” 

“I know, but you and Lois are the only people other than my dad who don’t have an ulterior motive for being nice to me. You’re just nice,” I smiled as I finished eating.”I want you guys to be the first to report it.” 

“Lucky? How are you feeling? Today was a big day, and—.” 

“I thought I’d feel more… I thought I’d cry or something, but I—. I don’t feel anything. I guess I’m—. Maybe I’m in shock. Off the record, I get to meet my bio mom and dad, but I—. I don’t know if I’ll see them before or after I get my records. Clark, you were adopted. Right?” I asked.

“I was,” Clark answered. 

“So, you get it. Don’t you? I mean—. I—. It’s different, but I’m sure you understand why I’m so confused,” I stammered. I couldn’t word things the way I wanted to. 

“Lucky, I want you to understand that you’re the person you were meant to be. Who you were raised by didn’t change anything,” Clark replied. 

*

I couldn’t sleep until the morning, and I slept until a phone call woke me up. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Luck, can you do an interview while you’re out there?” Rex asked.

“When did you schedule it for? I need to be out of here by the twenty-eighth,” I replied. 

“You’re gonna be there for nine more days?” Rex questioned. “And the interview is on the twenty-first.”

“Yeah… I wanted to do a few things before I leave,” I explained, “And okay… I’ll be there. Just text me the info… And Rex?” 

“What, Kid?” Rex asked. 

“Take Roxy someplace nice. It’s the holidays, for Pete’s sake,” I whispered before hanging up. This time of year, my dad and I would sit in front of the fireplace, watching our favorite movies. We always slept in the living room during the holidays. It was like a thing we did. I’d sleep on one end of the sectional, and he’d sleep on the other. Sometimes, I would wake up, curl up in front of him on the couch, and wait for him to wake up. Sometimes, Dad would reach forward with closed eyes and mess up my hair, joking about how much he missed having hair. Those memories were tainted with the kind of pain that made my insides ache. 

I couldn’t control myself. I started crying. I cried so hard it made my stomach sick. I threw up in the hotel bathroom, still crying as I thought about the last time I spoke to Dad. I wondered if he hated me for taking him to court twice. I showered to calm down and got dressed for dinner. I tried to call Dad because I was scared. I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight. Mercy answered the phone for him. I knew that meant he didn’t want to talk to me. “Hi, Lucky,” Mercy answered.

“Mercy, where’s Dad?” I asked. 

“He’s in a meeting,” Mercy replied, “How are you, Luck?” 

“I’m—. I wanna talk to Dad. Can you—? I know he’s not in a meeting. I wanna talk to him,” I replied. Mercy said something that I couldn’t hear.

“I’ll take the call in private,” Dad answered. There was silence for a minute or so, and he sighed. “Conner, what did you want to talk about?” 

“Hi, Dad… I—. Why did you change your mind?” I asked. 

“Because they’re your parents… Maybe they can give you something I can’t—.” 

“Dad, why can’t we have a nice conversation?” I snapped. I called to say ‘thank you’ but couldn’t after he said that. “It’s the holidays—.” 

“We had an agreement, Conner. Meet your family and let the year finish out. Then, we can see where your head—.” 

“Fine. Fine… We won’t talk then. I don’t know why I thought this would be a pleasant conversation. I feel like I’m talking to a child—.” 

“Watch it, Conner,” Dad warned. I wasn’t as angry as I was hurt. I longed for the way things were before the adoption bombshell. 

“Whatever, Dad,” I muttered, “I gotta go.”

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