#anyways thats it for shouting into the void about them for now it Will happen again

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

oughh......

#laya plays dragon age #da2 #oc: liam hawke #this happened a bit ago already & i wanted to draw sth for it but idk if i will finish that #but i gotta yell abt them anyway because OGH. #i have a lot of emotions about this quest ok #bartrand was the perfect scapegoat he was perfect to direct all the rage and pain at all these years #years of imagining gleeful revenge while bartrand is gloating and laughing like an evil soulless bastard #and then you meet him and he is just. a pathetic husk of a man with barely any own will left #and whats worse. varric is so so torn up about it #varric. the guy who never makes anything about him and who will always handwave and joke when something hits too close to home #drops all efforts to be smart and is just. desperate. begs hawke to not kill his brother #and liam wants to want bartrand dead so bad. he wishes he could look him in the eye and enjoy taking his life #and he knows varric will listen to him if he insisted. he knows when it comes down it it varric will yield to his decision #but he sees this broken guy who is barely the villain he kept projecting onto him and he sees varric and he sees two doomed siblings #and knows what its like to lose your sibling to your own blade #and he cant do it #and he hates it so much. but he wont do it. #and its the reason why i cant decide who dealt the killing blow for bethany bc it makes this scene juicy in different ways #if varric kills bethy its equally wanting to spare each other their siblings blood on their hands #as it is taking some form of revenge (on liams part). we both killed each others siblings. now we are even #the revenge part would still be there if liam did the blow on bethany himself. you made me do that and now i will take bartrand for it #but its also much more i know what its like. i wont make go through that too #if varric killed bethy and then also bartrand it would be more #''its my fault she is dead. i will take the revenge she/you deserves if you tell me to even though it will hurt me #dunno. all good variations i will. have to rotate them in my head more #or maybe just never decide idk they can be in canon limbo forever #anyways thats it for shouting into the void about them for now it Will happen again

[rslashknitting]

Hey, welcome to knitblr. In re loss of reddit-style forum discussions: there used to be a pretty robust reddit knitters group on ravelry. The whole accessibility fuckery rav pulled a few years ago pretty much killed it and most of the active members moved to discord I believe (I just came back here and started shouting into the void). In its heyday the rav group wasn't highly promoted on r/knitting because people tended to share more personal info on rav. Anyway, the group still exists, so reviving it could be an option for more in-depth discussions. However, as far as I'm aware ravelry never did fix the graphical design that was causing issues for people, so I'm not sure about recommending it as a refuge. Just wanted to put that out there.

oh thats some great insight! I barely have a rav account just for a couple patterns (I'm a slow knitter still, can only get the right tension when I throw yarn) and had no idea about the forum/group section there. however with the accessibility issues I don't think it's a great choice to fall back on :(

I generally like to stick to one or two spots online if I can get away with it, right now they are tumblr and discord. I joined the discord linked in r/knitting! are you in that old rav group discord, and do you have a link?

for me the problem with discord is its so much more difficult to be active in them. I don't always wanna hop in whatever random convo is happening. also, I think they improved it a bit but last I heard their apps don't work great with screen readers which is one of the key accessibility features. tumblr I can shout in the void whenever and the queue is great for sideblogs like this.

ultimately whatever happens with whatever website people will keep crafting and sharing about it :) if it turns out people would rather use avenues other than tumblr for like, discussions/help asks specifically I think I will make this blog just my casual knit themed one :)

#asks #thank you!

[maybe-its-micheal]

Like an Orange Spark...

/rp /dsmp

Ghostbur watched as Dream, Tommy, and Techno talked. He was sure he had just known what they were discussing, but now the context seemed to slip through his fingers... he was used to the feeling, though, and shrugged it off. He tried for a few minutes to pay attention, but kept forgetting what everyone was talking about, amd decided to do something else. He turned his back to them, and let his eyes wonder across the snowy landscape.

It was really was a lovely day, the leaves of the spruce trees swayed slightly in the chill breeze, leaving shadows dancing on the ground. A few small bushes peaked up over the snow, dotted with red berries, and the sun sat in the center of the cloudless sky. Ghostbur heard a slight rustle from a near by bush, and spotted a hint of blue from behind it.

"Listen, Techno, you owe me. Im calling in that fav-"

"Friend!" Ghostbur yelled, interrupting whatever it was Dream was on about.

Techno's expression, a mix between anger and concern, shifted to pity as he looked over at the ghost. It was odd seeing the man who he'd once fought alongside like this... he was a capable leader, and a dangerous enemy. But that was in another life...

Tommy was tense, and flinched as Dream snapped his head around to glare at Ghostbur. He grumbled something under his breath before turning back to Technoblade. "Look. I dont want to make this a big thing-" Techno put a hand up to interrupt as he gave Dream a serious look. He turned to Ghostbur, handing him a lead.

"Hey, Ghostbur. Me and Tommy need to talk to Dream, but I saw a patch of blue flowers on the other side of the village. How about you take Friend and see if you can find them?" He asked.

"Ok!" He responded excitedly. Blue was his favorite, he was always looking for more. "You guys have fun!"

He tied the lead to Friend and ran his grey fingers through the soft wool. He turned to go, hearing a few hushed sentences as he walked off.

"He shouldn't have to watch something like this," Technoblade whispered.

Dream scoffed. "Not like he'd remember anyway. But now that he's gone, I want Tommy to..."

And the voices trailed off. Wilbur decided to fill the quiet by talking to friend- that always cheered him up! "Today I've been spending lots of time with Technoblade!" he told the sheep. "We brewed a whole bunch of invisibility potions together, it was lovely. You know, I think they may be his favorite kind of potion, he kept going on about how much he wanted to share them with Tommy." He gave a slight chuckle, then stopped walking. He turned around to look back at the group. "Technoblade seems to really like Tommy. I cant imagine why..." he said with a jokey smile, eyes fixed on Tommy. He was a bit hunched over, still looking at the ground. Every so often he looked up, nervously glancing to Dream with big, glossy eyes, and then looking back down. Ghostbur frowned. "Maybe that was a bit mean to say. I was only joking," he clarified to Friend. "Tommy isn't all bad."

Ghostbur turned back around and kept walking. On his way to the village he got to thinking about Tommy... he could be really annoying, there's no denying that, but he also had a lot of good qualities. He remembered when they were first making L'manburg together; those were good times. Tommy had been very brave, then, and determined too. No matter how grim a situation looked he never seemed to be afraid of Dream, he just kept going. Maybe he was just a naive child, but in the end... the details were fuzzy, but Ghostbur was sure that in the end it was Tommy who did something to secure the future of their nation.

In the quiet he couldn't help but overhear some of the conversation taking place back over the hill. Their voices were getting louder, maybe they were all excited about something. A smile dawned on Ghostbur's face- maybe they'd sent him away because they're planning a surprise party! He stopped walking again, and did his best to listen.

"I am not handing him over to-" Techno's voice yelled.

"... control over... give it to me! Him. Give him to me!" Dream responded.

"You've done enough dam..."

"... never should have trusted..."

"I dont want to kill you."

It was hard to keep track of who was saying what, but it didn't sound much like party planning. Ghostbur went back to walking- he could see the wooden roofs of buildings in the distance, which meant he was getting close to the village.

In all the yelling he wondered why he couldn't hear Tommy's voice. Maybe he just hadn't listened hard enough- that was probably it. Being quiet is quite unlike Tommy, Wilbur thought.

"Come on, Techno... favor... my..."

"I dont want... can't betray him agai..."

"...Im sorry."

"Theseus."

Theseus... he wasn't sure why, but that name lit something up in the back of his mind. It was only there for a moment, like a flickering spark. A memory. Phil had told him and Techno about Theseus when they were kids... it was a bedtime story, he thought. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and shut his eyes, trying to focus on it, and see if he could get the spark to come back. Friend looked at him with a tilted head and bah'ed, as if to ask why they stopped walking.

"... can make a deal..."

"Hand him over... want..."

"I'll never fall for..."

"He's just a kid, Dream. He..."

Wilbur could see the spark in his mind- a little glowing dot of orange bouncing around in an infinite void of grey and blue darkness. Then, all at once, the spark lit up, erupting into a flame that filled his entire mind. Ghostbur jumped backwards with surprise, falling into the snow.

His mind took him back to another time; another life, when he was another person. The war was still going on, the first one with Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy. Eret had already betrayed them.

In his mind, he saw Wilbur- himself- no, Wilbur- standing on the banks of a lake back in Dream SMP territory. An oak path stretched over the water like a bridge, and Dream stood to one side, Tommy on the other. They both held a bow and a few arrows.

Fundy and Tubbo were there with him, and so were George and Sapnap. Everyone was deadly silent, except for Wilbur. He was counting, loud and clear, his voice echoing over the scene.

"...in it for me..."

"...give you... ever want..."

"Fine, its a deal."

"...I'm sorry, Tommy..."

"... Theseus... cliff... the person he took refuge f..."

"...faster."

"... seen it coming."

The talk was drowning out the memory... the firelight was flickering, and peices of the scene were covered with grey darkness and splotches of blue again. Ghostbur was desperate to hold on, he held his head in his hands and pushed his eyes shut tight. "No no no no no," he muttered to himself, hoping for it to stay just a few moments longer. Through the fading light he heard his past self reach the number 10 amd stop counting... Tommy and Dream turned around to face eachother.

"Please, Techno, I dont want to go," Ghostbur heard from back in reality. Tommy's voice was breaking through his memory... it was all falling apart.

"Come on, Tommy. Take off the armor, don't make me do this the hard way," Dream replied.

"I dont want to, Techno. Hes going to kill me, please!"

"I'm not going to kill you if you cooperate. Hurry up," Dream barked.

The memory was almost gone. There was no more Fundy, or Sapnap, or oak path. It was only water as a heap of bubbles disturbed the surface. When they cleared Ghostbur could see Tommy struggling in the water. He was about to reach the air again, but then-

An arrow plunged itself through Tommy's heart, killing him instantly, and it all came flooding back.

He was snapped back to present day, and running back to the three. Friend was left behind in the snow. Dream shot Tommy. That was the memory, how Tommy lost his second life. Dream shot him. "You BASTARD!' He shouted at the top of his lungs as he sprinted back the way he came. "You fucking BASTARD!"

Then the darkness started to come back... Ghostbur balled his hand into a fist. Dream let out a yell... and it all went grey.

Next thing he knew, he was seated with Technoblade in the house. He looked around. "Oooh! You're brewing! Are you making invisibility? Thats your favorite potion," he told the pig. Techno looked up.

"No, its... harming." He replied. "I thought- you know since you're undead it would work kind of like skeletons and zombies."

"Aww, it's for me? Thanks! But why would I need to heal?" He paused, feeling a bit cold. There was a draft- maybe a window was opened upstairs.

"Because-" Techno stopped and looked at the ghost. "Do you not remember?"

Ghostbur paused. "Hmmm... well I know Dream came to visit. And then... something about an arrow? No, that wasn't it... I guess I dont really remember. What happened?"

Technoblade sighed, and set the potion down. "Nothing big. Im just glad youre ok."

Ghostbur laughed, "well yeah! It's not like I could die again!" That draft was getting big- he looked down.

"Oh." He said. There was a massive hole in his yellow sweater, but the grey akin underneath was left unharmed. "How did..?"

"Dont worry about it. Phil is already working on making you a new one, too, by the way. It'll be blue."

Ghostbur gasped. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed with a smile, "thats my favorite color!"

Technoblade chuckled. "I know, Ghostbur. I know."

"I should tell Tommy," the ghost decided. "Where is he?"

Techno's face fell. "He... had to leave."

Ghostbur shrugged. "I don't remember that, when?"

"Just a few minutes ago... he went with Dream."

Ghostbur smiled pleasantly. "Thats nice, they really are such good friends."

"Yeah..." Technoblade replied. "Friends."

#wilbur soot #technoblade #tommy innit #tommyinnit #dream #dreamwastaken #dream was taken #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #dsmp #dream smp fanfic #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp techno

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 11

Warning!! Spoilers from Defending Jacob!!

I didn't hear from Andy again for hours, it wasn't until around 10:30 that my phone started ringing.

"Hey" i answered quickly "how bad is it?"

"The worst..... the partial finger print they found was a match for Jake.... Y/N they've arrested him!".

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"Ive had the police at my house all day, they've torn the place apart..."

"Shit..... i'm so sorry...."

"I tried to tell them this doesn't prove Jake killed Ben.... they knew each other, they have the same classes.... there could be a hundred different reasons for that fingerprint!" I could tell by his tone that he was more than likely pacing as he told me what had been happening.

"So what happens now?"

"I had to hire him a lawyer, we're going down to the courthouse first thing in the morning for the arraignment, find out what the bail is gonna be set at. We went down to the station to see him earlier, it was awful having to leave him there.... it broke my heart. How can they think my son is capable of killing this kid... his a good kid"

"I wish there was something i could say to make you feel better...." i sighed picking at a loose thread on the cushion in my lap.

"I know. You don't have to say anything its nice just having someone to talk to"

"Hows Laurie handling it?"

"I don't know, shes been pretty quiet. She wont talk about it.... shes been tidying Jakes room since we got home"

"You should go check she's okay..... she's going to need you Andy"

"And what about what i need?....."

"You'll need eachother..."

"Thats not what i need....." he mumbled quietly but i still heard.

"You should go try and get some sleep, if you need me you know where i am"

"Okay.... thank you Y/N"

"Anytime".

We said our goodbyes and ended the call, i tossed my phone on the coffee table shaking my head. Id met Jacob a couple times over the months id worked with Andy and he seemed like such a sweet kid.... how was this happening?

Around 11 i headed to bed, i wasn't tired at all but i had to try and get some sleep. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling for way too long! My head whipped towards the bedroom door when i heard a light knocking at the front door. I sat up kicking off the sheets and walking over to the window, peering out i saw Andy standing there! Looking down at myself i realised i was only wearing a tank top and my panties, i grabbed my dressing gown from the back of the door and quickly slipped it on as i made my way downstairs.

"Hey.... sorry to just stop by like this i know its late...." he said as soon as i opened the door.

"Its fine.... you okay?"

"I don't know, i went for a drive to clear my head and ended up here" he shrugged shaking his head.

"You wanna come in? I can make you a cup of tea...."

"Okay, yeah that'd be nice. You sure?...."

"Of course, come in. I couldn't sleep anyway" i smiled opening the door wide enough for him to come in. He followed me into the kitchen taking off his coat and tossing it over the back of one of my dining room chairs. I pulled a couple of mugs out the cupboard and flicked on the kettle, when i turned around Andy was walking towards me undoing his top button of his shirt and loosening his tie. He looked exhausted.

"Thanks again for this" he said quietly leaning against my kitchen sink crossing his arms as he watched me make the tea.

"Honestly Andy its fine. I don't mind at all...."

"Y/N...?"

"Yeah?" i turned to face him and he held his hand out towards me, i didn't even think about it, my hand automatically reached for his and i let him pull me towards him until there was no gap between us. His arms tightened around me holding me close.

"Andy...." i started to say leaning back to get a look at him but i was cut off when he closed the gap between us again and kissed me. This kiss was different to the others we shared and nearly took my breath away, i had to push him back a little to catch my breath.

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this right now...." i gasped trying to clear my head.

"Why not? I need you.... i was thinking we could pick up where we left off this morning" he said with sexy as hell grin.

"I just.... i don't think its a good idea...."

"Is this because of whats going on with Jake? You don't want me anymore?" He took a step back looking down on me like i had physically hurt him.

"What...?! No! It has nothing to do with that! You know i'm on your side!"

"So what is it? Whats changed...."

"Its just, your family needs you and your here with me.... i feel guilty"

"Well don't. I cant do anything for Jake until tomorrow anyway and Laurie and I barely speak on a good day"

"And your not just here because your lonely?"

"No! Im here because for the few minutes/hours i'm with you.... you make everything seem okay.... i cant stop thinking about you"

"And i'm not just a distraction?..... i've done the whole casual thing and that doesn't work for me...."

"I don't want this to be a casual thing. I don't want to have to share you with the likes of Frank" he pulled me close again "i'm too possessive to share you. I want to know that your mine and only mine" his hands moved down and untied the knot on my dressing gown before slowly pushing it open "look at you...." he mumbled bitting at his bottom lip as his eyes took in my half naked body "your not wearing much sweetheart"

"I wasn't expecting company..."'i replied breathlessly and he pushed the dressing gown all the way off until it pooled around my feet.

"Please tell me you still want this.....that you still want me..." he whispered as he pressed kisses under my ear, his hands running under my tank top caressing my back.

"I want you" i nodded quickly as i got lost in his touch. That was apparently all he needed to hear, Andy picked me up like i weighed nothing and carried me through to the bedroom.

I was woken up by kisses being placed over my collarbones and up my neck before he reached my mouth.

"Mmm i could get used to that kinda wake up" i smirked as i stretched and tried to open one eye at least! It was then i noticed Andy was sat beside me fully dressed.

"Your leaving already?....."

"I don't want to believe me! I would be more than happy to just stay in bed with you..... but i have to get home and get ready for Jacob's arraignment"

"Okay" i gave him a smile as i run my fingers over his bearded jaw "call me later?"

"Of course. Im gonna tell Laurie about us.... i don't want to hide this from her"

"Is now really the time?..."

"It'll be fine" he leaned down and kissed me "go back to sleep"

"Okay, hope everything goes okay with Jake"

"Thank you" Andy smiled, quickly kissed me again and then covered me with the blanket that i must have kicked off in the night "i'll call you when i get home from the courthouse" he said as he headed to the door, he gave me one last look then he was gone.

All the news channels were covering the Ben Rifkin murder. I sat watching as Andy and Laurie walked into the courthouse behind an older woman who must be Jacobs lawyer. The reporters swarming around them shouting questions and hoping for some kind of comment from them, but they both just carried on walking into the courthouse their faces void of any emotion. I decided i didn't want to watch anymore and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and a cup of coffee.

A couple hours later Andy was calling me as promised.

"Hey" i answered "how'd it go?"

"Horrible.... but his home. Pretrial is set for August 21st"

"Is Jacob okay?"

"His tired, his sleeping at the moment"

"Im guessing he didn't sleep much last night, poor kid" i shook my head at the thought of him in a cell all night.

"I told Laurie about us" he suddenly blurted out "we've got reporters camped outside the house and following us everywhere, i didn't want her to find out through them"

"Okay, how'd she take it?"

"She was fine with it, she actually asked when she was gonna meet you"

"Oh..... i don't know about that" i shook my head feeling my heart race.

"Y/N its fine, like i said its been over between us for a while now. We're like best friends.... please?"

"Andy....."

"There's something i need to talk to you about as well"

"Fine. You coming to me or am i coming to you?"

"Could you come here.... i don't want to leave Jacob and Laurie alone with the reporters camped outside"

"Okay. Do you guys need anything? I could stop by the store on my way" i asked biting my at my nail nervously.

"That would be great actually"

"Okay text me what you need, im just gonna go get dressed and then i'll head out"

"Okay sweetheart, thank you".

After ending the call with Andy i went upstairs to get ready. I was already a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting Laurie but part of me knew i needed to do it, just so that i could put my mind at rest that she really was okay with me and Andy.... that i wasn't being a 'home wrecker'.

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13 @matsumama @ex-bloodjunkie @kaithezaftig @rynabarnesrogers-reading @rainbowkisses31 @ms-betsy-fangirl @supernaturalwintersoldier

#chris evans #andy barber #reader insert #andy barber x reader #chris evans x reader #rose coloured glasses #defending jacob #defending jacob spoilers

[when-they-write-stuff]

Tell Me Another Beautiful Lie

pairing: sterek

word count: 2259

notes: ko-fi commission for the lovey @guess-thats-me who asked for void!stiles reimagine with derek showing up at the loft first instead of the sheriff.

Derek… Derek didn’t think the boy that stood in front of him was Stiles.

His eyes were hollow and the circles underneath his eyes were black. He smelled strange and Derek couldn’t tell if the smile on his face was real or not. The boy stood in his loft with his back toward the windows and as lightning cracked behind him, Stiles was silhouetted in the light.

Derek didn’t think the boy that stood in front of him was Stiles. But he was too scared to call him Void.

When he stepped forward Stiles tilted his head.

“Derek.”

The very action of the name falling from the boy’s mouth was enough to make Derek pause. He’d promised the Sheriff that he would find his son, that he would take care of him, and that he would make sure nothing happened. Whatever that meant. Whatever that required.

But Derek’s throat was tight. He looked at Stiles and wanted nothing more than to leave. Because as much as Derek hoped, as much as he wished, he didn’t think that was Stiles. He didn’t think that was the boy he had come to know so well.

“Derek,” Stiles said again. “I expected my father.”

“Your father?”

Stiles chuckled. The sound echoed off the rafters and Derek already hated his loft. He hated how it reminded him of Isaac’s absence, of Boyd’s death, of Cora’s departure. He hated everything about it. But he didn’t hate the boy standing only a few feet away.

Derek wished he could. Because that would make things so much easier.

“My father,” Stiles said, like he was testing out how the words sounded. “Or the boy’s father? That’s what you’re really asking yourself, isn’t it Derek? You’re asking yourself who is standing in front of you right now.”

Derek didn’t want to call him Void. He didn’t want to call Stiles by the name of the demon. But the name formed on his tongue anyway and Stiles laughed.

“Will you tell me, Derek? Will you tell me who is standing in front of you right now?”

“Void.”

“Such a smart Sourwolf.”

Derek resisted the urge to snarl at that. Because the name wasn’t said with the normal softness that Stiles would use. There was no fond exasperation, no slight sarcasm, and no secret adoration to the nickname. There was only amusement. Cold, hungry amusement.

Derek clenched his jaw and took a step forward. Void took a step to the side and they circled each other, each one looking for an in.

“Tell me, Derek,” Void said in sharp amusement. “Did you come here for me, or did you come here for him? Did you come here for all the things that I could offer you, or did you come for all the things that the boy has held back?’

Derek did snarl this time. Void’s eyes glittered with sharp amusement.

“Oh, Derek. A real beta submits, you know. A real beta submits to those it knows are superior. Am I not superior to you? Drop to your knees, blue-eyed beta, and show me how well you whine.”

“You’re not my superior.”

“I’m not? What about Stiles?”

Void moved forward, breaking their little dance. Derek went tense and the boy tilted his head, searching him up and down. A satisfied look crossed his face and Void sighed, fingers reaching up to touch Derek’s cheek. Derek straightened but didn’t yank away. He forced himself not to.

“The Sourwolf,” Void said, clicking his tongue. “The once-Alpha. How does it feel Derek, to be demoted? To be shown your place. There’s no Hale Alpha in Beacon Hills anymore.”

Derek pulled his face away. Not sharply or in anger. Just in cool, calm silence. Void sneered.

“What, Derek? Are you too good for a demon’s touch?”

“I want to talk to Stiles.”

“You are talking to Stiles,” Void said. His voice turned to silk; unlike Stiles’s. Even when Stiles was quiet, his words were like thunder. Like laughter in the middle of pack movie night, like grins in the middle of a serious conversation, like loud whispering in the middle of the night.

Stiles had always been rougher than silk and Derek thought that’s one of the reasons he had come to love him.

“Derek,” Void said, reaching out to touch his cheek again. “Derek, this is Stiles now.”

Derek growled and yanked back. Void’s expression changed.

“Do you know what it’s like?” he asked, circling him again. Derek tensed but Void only laughed. “Do you know what it’s like to play the lamb amidst a bunch of wolves? Stiles could be so much more. He could be so much stronger. But he plays the human. He plays the innocent.”

“Stiles is innocent.”

“Not anymore.”

Once more, rage built up in Derek’s throat. He forced himself to swallow it and glared at Void instead. The demon grinned.

“But you already know that, don’t you?”

“I want to talk to Stiles.”

“You’ve said that already, Sourwolf.”

“Stiles,” Derek said, ignoring Void now. “Stiles, I want to talk to you. Not Void. Not whatever he has to say. Stiles, I want to talk to you.”

The demon’s face twisted. But the look in his eyes was suddenly a little less sure. “You think you can make the orders around here, wolf? The boy is mine. He’s been mine. He comes out when I want him to and he stays put when I order it.”

“Stiles,” Derek said quietly. “I only want to speak to you.”

Void blinked at him a few times. A sneer started to pull at his lips again and then he shook his head, the expression fading. Something clouded his face. It was gone in a second but Derek knew what he’d seen. He stepped closer, Stiles’s name forming on his tongue again, but then there was a hand wrapped around his throat.

Before Derek could react, he was being shoved against the nearest wall. Pain exploded through his body and Void lifted him a foot off the floor, lips twisted back in a snarl. His eyes flashed and he laughed coldly.

“You think you can take Stiles from me, wolf? From me? He’s mine. His head is mine.” Void flexed his fingers around Derek’s throat. “His body is mine.”

Derek clawed at Void’s hand and gasped for breath. Void laughed.

“What am I, Derek? Am I your little human or am I so much more? If I let you go, if I make this a fair fight, could you kill him? Could you lock your claws deep into this fragile throat and rip it out?”

“Stiles—”

“He’s not here!” Void shouted. “Stiles isn’t here! He’s gone!”

Thunder continued to echo outside the loft. As the lightning flashed, filling the room, it lit Void’s form up again. This time, Derek thought he looked a lot more like the devil than any teenage boy he’d ever come to know. And for the first time since coming here, Derek wondered if he could rip Void’s throat out.

The thought terrified him. The images of Stiles hurt, seeing the boy bleed out in his arms had haunted Derek for weeks. He was pretty sure if he had to watch Stiles die, he’d die a little bit himself.

Void’s teeth bared in a snarl.

“You couldn’t,” the demon said. “You couldn’t harm a hair on his head.”

Derek bared his teeth right back. Void’s eyes lit up and suddenly, he let go of Derek’s neck, stepping back and tapping his fingers along his own skin. They traced up his arm and then back down to his wrist. Pausing there. Tensing along the thin muscle.

“But I could.”

“Void, no!”

Before Derek could move, Void was yanking his wrist to the side. There was a crack and then a cry of pain. Suddenly, Stiles was dropping to his knees and pain flooded his amber eyes. Derek rushed forward, catching the boy in his arms, and Stiles dropped against his chest, sobbing.

“Derek, Derek, I can’t—”

“I’m here.”

“Derek, I can’t control him.”

Derek drew back and inch and studied the boy’s face. He recognized the amber of Stiles’s eyes and the terrified expression on his face. He recognized the beating of his heart and the warmth of his scent.

But he wasn’t so sure if he recognized the quirk of his lips or the tilt of his head. He wasn’t sure if he recognized the shaking of his body or the grasping of his hands.

Derek saw Stiles but he wasn’t sure if he was seeing Void too.

“Derek,” Stiles said, and he sounded terrified. Derek touched his hand without thinking and black lines started to creep up his arm. Stiles made a soft gasping noise and melted forward, and Derek felt his heart clench. “Derek, I can’t fight him.”

“I’m here,” Derek said, because he was pretty sure that was all he could say. “Stiles, I’m here.”

“I’m scared, Derek.”

“I know.”

“I can’t keep him from hurting people.”

“I know, Stiles.”

“Derek,” Stiles said, clawing at his arm. The boy’s fingers dug into his skin and Derek resisted the urge to yank back. Stiles’s scent was nothing but terrified. His heartbeat sounded like a war drum and his scent was sour with fear. “Derek, you could do it. You could stop me.”

Derek didn’t take his hand away from the boy’s. But he tensed and averted his gaze. Stiles gripped his arm tighter and Derek forced himself to look down.

He couldn’t tell if he recognized the sharp pleading in Stiles’s eyes. “Derek, you could do it.”

“No.”

“No?” Stiles’s face suddenly hardened and he yanked away, stumbling to his feet. His wrist was still twisted at an odd angle. Derek rose slowly too and watched Stiles warily. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no,” Derek said. “I’m not killing you.”

Stiles eyed him. His eyes caught a flash of lighting and then his lips twisted up in a sneer.

The terrifying thing was, Derek was pretty sure that was Stiles.

He caught the boy’s wrists as Stiles threw himself forward, locking them together. Stiles cried out in pain and tried to drive his knee into Derek’s stomach, but Derek twisted and cut him off. Stiles yelped again. The sound was like a punch to the gut.

“Come on, Derek,” Stiles snarled, his words dark with anger and pain. “You know how to do it. You’ve done it before. Use your teeth, you animal. Rip my throat out like you’ve always wanted too.”

Derek snarled at the back of his throat. He shoved Stiles against the wall and for the first time since he’d entered the loft, a spark of real fear entered the boy’s eyes. It was gone in a second but Derek knew what he’d seen. Stiles looked terrified and then he looked tired; the black circles under his eyes deepening, his lips cracked and face pale.

He looked like he really wanted it. Him— Stiles— not Void.

Derek yanked back like he’s been burned. Stiles slumped to the ground and sat there for a moment before chuckling humorlessly.

“I thought that’d work, Sourwolf, I really did. You were never very good with insults.”

“I told you no,” Derek said, voice shaky. Stiles glanced up with a sorrowful expression.

“I know.”

“I’m not killing you.”

Stiles’s laugh cracked. “I know, Derek.”

“I’m sorry.”

The boy was quiet before dropping his gaze to the floor again. His words were hollow this time. “I know that too.”

Derek moved over and cautiously sunk down at the boy’s side. When Stiles glanced over, his eyes were blurry. His wrist was still twisted wrong and Derek reached out; an open hand waiting.

Stiles slowly placed his wrist in Derek’s palm and then yelped as Derek cracked it back into place. Derek winced.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

“It’s not.”

“No,” Stiles whispered. “It’s not.”

Derek so desperately wanted to do more than that, so desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, he had to clench his fists back against his chest. He knew Stiles caught the action. And he thought he saw the boy’s eyes spark at that.

Derek didn’t know who was moving forward, suddenly. As the boy leaned against his side, Derek wasn’t sure who it was.

Stiles’s scent filled his nose. Derek resisted the urge to shiver at the familiarity of it.

He thought he heard another heartbeat from somewhere close then. And— and maybe Stiles did too because suddenly he was tensing. The boy leaned forward and his lips brushed against the shell of Derek’s ear. Derek closed his eyes with a shudder as dark words filled his ear.

“Would you do it, Derek? Would you submit to your superior?”

Derek didn’t move. The loft door slid open.

As the Sheriff stepped inside, a pair of cuffs in his hands, and Stiles climbed to his feet, Derek knew it was about to start all over again. The fight for who came out on top.

He was pretty sure one side of Stiles was going to try and die too. And he was terrified he knew which. Because he didn’t think the boy standing in front of him was Stiles.

But Derek knew to be terrified when it was.

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//Boys Like You (part 2)

Request: Please do a part 2 to “Boys like you” ??!!!! The reader can end up with Billy ??

part 1 part 3

“Hey! Helloooo.” A finger snaps in front of your face and you jolt from your thoughts. Two weeks ago Steve and Nancy got back together and they’ve been the longest two weeks of your life. And you once went to summer camp with Carol. 

“Huh? What?” You ask and look around. Stood beside you in none other that Billy Hargrove. The new kid in town and the king of Hawkins High. Taking over Steve pretty much as soon as he arrived. 

“You’re stood in front of my locker.” He says and you look between him and the lockers you’re leaning on. Steve, Nancy, Carol and Tommy are talking about a double date they’re going on tomorrow and so you’ve been stuck on the outside. But then again, they were already talking before you arrived and you’re not entirely sure they’ve noticed you yet. 

“Oh, sorry.” You mumble a quick apology and move out of his way. He nods before opening his locker. 

“No problem.” He replies and starts to sort through the contents of his locker which is surprisingly quite clean. “Why’d you seem so shocked for me to be talking to you?” He asks and you look at him confused. Why is Billy Hargrove talking to you? You’d think you’d be the last person he’d talk to seeing as though your friends with Steve. 

“Oh you know. Not a lot of people notice me, let alone involve me in conversation.” You shrug and start picking at your nails.

“Aren’t you best friends with Harrington? I thought that would be grounds for everyone to notice you.” 

“Apparently not.” 

“Hmmm.” He hums and you look at him expectantly. 

“What?” You urge him to talk. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by Steve shouting your name, making his jaw clench. You smile slightly to yourself before looking at Steve.

“Yeah?” You ask, finally happy to be included in a conversation so you don’t have to talk to Billy anymore. 

“Can I copy your English homework?” He asks and your face drops. You can tell Billy is watching the entire interaction, his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head and you can almost feel his smirk as he sees you be ignored by the former king.

“...yeah. Sure.” You force a smile and hand him the homework. 

“Thanks! You’re the best. I’ll get it back to you later.” He says happily and shoves it in his pocket.

“You can give it back to me after school.” You tell him and he looks at you confused.“You know? When I come over?” 

“Ohhhh, yeah about that. Me and Nancy are hanging out tonight. I totally meant to to tell. Sorry, but we’ll hang out soon I promise.” He apologizes and you sigh. 

“Okay.” You nod and go back to leaning on the locker. 

“Anyway so David-” He goes back to talking to Tommy and you almost forget that Billy is still stood beside you. Almost being the operative word. 

“Ohhhhhh. I get it.” 

“Get what?” You ask, your tone harsh as you turn to look at him. 

“You’re in love with Harrington.” He teases and you roll your eyes. 

“What! Are you out of your mind?” You argue but his smirk grows. 

“No, but I think you are. Harrington? Really? He likes girls like Nancy Wheeler.” He replies and looks the pair of them up and down. “Like, really?” 

“I’m kind of like Nancy Wheeler.” You shrug and look down at the floor.

“Exactly. So maybe you should think about what’s wrong with you. He likes the original model, not the knock-off brand.” He replies and your eyes widen. 

“What the hell?” You spit, pushing yourself off the lockers so you can look at him properly. Your gaze is harsh as you stare at him, you’re basically shooting daggers at him, but he seems unfazed. 

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that. All I’m saying is that you can do a hell of a lot better that Steve Harrington. Maybe you wanna take a look at yourself as to why you continue to be his second best. But in my opinion your much prettier than Nancy ‘priss’ Wheeler.” He explains making you scoff. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You roll your eyes. 

“No, I tell them they’re prettier than whoever they’re second best to.” He replies sarcastically. 

“Of course. It was lovely talking to you Billy, but I’ve got places to be and backgrounds to blend into.” You reply and start to walk away. You’re bored of being ignored by the people you don’t want to be, and taken notice of by the guy you’d rather not be. 

“For what its worth, I don’t think you blend into the background.” He shouts after you and you walk quicker. 

“Goodbye Billy!” You wave him off, not bothering to turn around. 

“Just think about what I said.” He says and you roll your eyes. Yeah, like thats gonna happen.

-----

Turns out that did happen. All day you’d been thinking about what Billy said, and every time it seemed to sting more. Why didn’t Steve want you? You’ve known him for longer, you know basically everything about him. You have been through a hell of a lot together. And you’re kind of like Nancy. Just a cooler version. Ew, who calls themself cool? Not cool people apparently. No wonder Steve likes Nancy and not you. She’s the perfect girl next door, and you’re the actual girl next door. 

“Pssst. Did you think anything more of what I said?” Billy’s voice makes you jump and you lift your head from the homework you’re doing to glare at him. Sitting in the library alone after school is supposed to mean you’re left alone. Not being bothered by some asshole who can’t keep it in his pants. 

“No Billy. I have better things to do than think about whatever bullshit your spouting today.” You reply sweetly and his eyes widen at your tone. 

“Ouch. Somebody really is butthurt about Harrington not loving them.” 

“Shut up Hargrove.” You spit and he rolls his eyes. 

“Oooo, resorting to last names now? You’ve got more fire than I thought Y/l/n.” He says with a playful tone in his voice and you fake gag. 

“Jesus Christ, do you ever quit.” 

“Hmmm. Nope.” 

“Why are you doing this Billy? I already have enough boy drama I don’t need you sticking yourself into it.” You ask, eventually giving up on the homework in front of you. 

“Believe it or not, I’m actually trying to be nice to you.” He says and you raise an eyebrow. 

“Why? We’ve never had a conversation before this morning and now I feel like everywhere I turn you’re there with your stupid smirk and big hair.” 

“Ooooo. Are you flirting?” He winks.

“Ew. No.” You argue. “Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Because believe it or not. I was in a position similar to yours once.” He replies and a smirk spreads over your lips. He narrows his eyes at the look on your face while you lean into him.

“Awww, you like Harrington.” 

“Was. Jesus Christ, maybe your less like Nancy and more like Steve.” He shakes his head while you laugh. “Back in Cali I had a friend who I thought I was in love with. We were best friends and neighbours and she helped me through some very difficult times. But when it came to actually noticing me, she always looked straight through me. Right to the cuter, funnier guys around me and I put up with it. I did her homework, I supported her when she needed me. Hell, I even cleaned up her messy breakups. Always there for her, but never really seen.” He starts to explain and you can see him become more and more uncomfortable. 

“What happened?” You ask and rest a hand over his. He looks at your hand and then at you, and you send him a soft smile. 

“She started dating my other best friend and I was pushed even more into the background. Although we did kiss, just once. After a party where her and her boyfriend had an argument and she came to my house. I told her everything would be okay and she kissed me on my sofa. Then the next day...she was back with him. And I had to deal with being in the background again.” 

“Billy...I had no idea. I’m so sorry that happened to yo-Wait, did that actually happen?” You narrow your eyes. 

“No! I can’t believe you fell for that.” He laughs loudly and tears start to prick at your eyes. “You really have to be careful about who you tell your secrets to...and who’s around to hear them.” 

“You’re an ass!” You shout and grab your stuff. 

“I was only teasing! Come on Y/n.” He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. But you’ve had enough. Steve treats you like trash, like your only his back up plan. And Billy just thinks your some stupid little girl who’s problems are to be made fun of. Tommy and Carol only acknowledge you when they want someone to bully, and Nancy always looks at you like she’s wary of you. Like your some sort of femme fatale who’s gonna seduce her boyfriend right from under her nose. You should be so lucky. 

“You know what Billy?” You start angrily, getting in his face. “You may walk around like your king of the school, but all you are in a lonely, pathetic little boy who thinks if he’s mean to enough people and sleeps with enough women he’ll manage to fill the void in his heart that he’s had since a child. But thats not how it works. Grow up Billy. Otherwise you’re gonna be left behind.” You shout before storming out. You’re almost out of the school when a hand on your upper arm pulls you back.

“Y/n? Y/n are you okay?” Steve’s worried voice makes you feel sick. Great, thats all I need.

“Go away Steve.” You sob.

“What?” He asks confused.

“I said leave me alone Steve! Go find Nancy or something.” You shout and push him away from you making him stumble a bit. You run out the school quickly, the doors swinging behind you and you can still hear Steve inside. 

“Y/n?” He says confused.

“Y/n! Wait up.” Billy shouts from down the corridor as he runs after you. 

“Hargrove? What did you do to her.” Steve asks, pushing Billy’s chest. 

“Nothing worse than what you did.” He spits and Steve’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“What?!” He asks and Billy takes the opportunity to push past him and follow you. 

“Y/n! Y/n, I’m sorry okay. I didn’t mean it. I just-I dunno. Sometimes I don’t think before I speak.” He shouts after you and you stop abruptly, making him walk into you. 

“Sometimes?” You ask sarcastically as he steadies the two of you. 

“Yeah. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He suggests, his expression softening. And you can almost see a smile appear, instead of that stupid smirk. 

“How are you gonna do that.” You cross your arms looking away from him.

“Let me take you out?” 

“Excuse me?” You ask, quickly looking at him. 

“As an apology. We can go to that diner that everyone seems to go on about. And I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

“Is this a date? Because I’m not going on a date with you.” You narrow your eyes. 

“No! Its an apology.” He replies. “It’ll could be date...depending on how it goes.” He winks making you roll your eyes. “Oh come onnnn. I know you don’t have anything better to do.” 

“Fine. But any funny business and I will not hesitate to kick you where it hurts. Got it?” You warn.

“Got it.” He nods.

“Good. Now lets get out of here.” 

“Don’t you need to tell Harrington.” He asks and you look at him like he’s got two heads. 

“He doesn’t control me. And like he’d notice.” You say the last part sadly and Billy sighs. 

“Thats my girl.” 

“Your girl? Have you got short term memory loss?” You ask, your mood picking up again at the opportunity to tease him. 

“Sorry. Thats...a girl?” 

“Wow, Billy. You’re so good with words.” You tease and he laughs. 

“Get in the damn car.” He shakes his head and you giggle softly. You’re about to get in the car when Steve shouting your name stops you. 

“Y/n, I’m so glad I caught up with you. Nancy cancelled our plans so we can hang out again.” He jogs towards you. 

“Sorry Steve. I have plans with Billy tonight. I’ll see you around.” You shrug and send him a small smile before getting in the car. He looks at Billy suspiciously, who’s just smirking at him. 

“What’s your game Hargrove.” He asks.

“Nothing. Just treating a pretty girl to a nice night. Something you should have done a long time ago. But after tonight she’s gonna be so over you...and with a bit of luck, under me.” He replies with a wink before also getting into the car. Steve goes for him but it’s too late. He’s already driving off and now Steve starts to worry. 

What if he ends up in the background of your life? 

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things steve #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #stranger things billy #billy stranger things #boys like you

[crackimagines]

Would you please do HC’s for the blue lions reacting to Child!Byleth’s transformation after the sealed forest fight against Kronya and Solon? I love your writing!

HOLY SHIT THATS A LOT OF YOU NOW THAT I ACTUALLY PUT THESE TOGETHER

Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

Sorry it took me a bit to get to this concept, and thanks for the kind words, anons!

As for this ask, I’ll only be doing Blue Lions as I’m afraid that I’ll just make 3 different variations that pretty much have the same reactions.

AND also I’ll be combining ALL of these asks into one since it falls under the same umbrella pretty much so FUSION ASKS TO COMBINE INTO A MEGA ONE! Quality over quantity as I say.

Thanks for the asks anons, @straynoel, and @hopeful-blue-wanderer! I hope you enjoy!

though I’m not doing the KH music bit, this is a bit too serious for that lmao

—–

Adjustments (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Child!Byleth Professor AU

Everyone’s trying to get used to the new professor after his transformation but…Some are having a bit of a hard time trying to…

—–

When Byleth finally woke back up at first everyone was excited that he was alright.

However, they seemed to notice he was…different.

Felix noticed that the tiny professor no longer came to free-form training, always shutting himself away.

Sylvain couldn’t recall the last time he smiled, even in the presence of Flayn. It was like he was hollow inside, and considering how he was before, it was extremely concerning.

During the lectures, Ingrid began counting how many times it looked like he was completely out of it, his mind seemingly not even there sometimes.

Dedue and Ashe realized that he had been eating less and less lately. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy their cooking, it seemed more like he couldn’t even stomach anything.

Annette and Mercedes were crushed by how expressionless he had become lately. Granted, he never was that expressive to begin with. However, even his words seemed half-hearted, and they were one of the first ones to notice whenever he smiled it wasn’t genuine.

At some point or another, Dimitri heard his classmate’s thoughts on the situation, and it seemed like the entire school was catching on.

He didn’t know what happened to his professor that caused this sudden shift, but he wouldn’t let this happen.

Byleth was finally beginning to show so much emotion, and now it was about to be taken away? Dimitri refused that fate. The class needed the professor back.

Midnight, Cathedral…

Dimitri went to the Cathedral to pray until he saw a small green haired child in front of the statues.

No doubt about it, it was Byleth.

“Professor?”

Byleth didn’t turn to face Dimitri, but replied.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that…truth be told, the reason why I’m up is because I’m worried about you.”

“…I’m sorry I made you worry then, Dimitri.”

“Well, it’s not just me, professor. Everyone’s worried. Even Felix, believe it or not…!”

Byleth let out a little chuckle, though Dimitri could tell his mood would not be lifted that easily.

“I never got to ask but…what happened that day, Professor?”

Byleth stood still for a moment, considering whether or not to actually confide in Dimitri about all that happened.

…

He was waiting for some piece of advice from Sothis but…

…You’re still gone, aren’t you?

—–

“You IDIOT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” Sothis shouted out.

They were now trapped in some god-forsaken void, much like the ones the two communicated in.

“Are you a boulder that just keeps rolling on no matter the hill?! No, even a boulder has more sense!”

“Tch, quiet! We need to think of a way to get out of this mess!”

“That YOU GOT US INTO! CHARGING INTO AN ENEMY TRAP SO EASILY!…”

Sothis sighed. She knew that yelling wasn’t going to help.

After a bit of examination, the void they were in would not be so easily escaped…

They had no other choice…

“You know Byleth…”

Byleth turned towards her when she said his name. She never did that unless she was gravely serious about something.

Which meant the words about to come out of her mouth was not going to be good.

And it wasn’t.

She pointed out the fact she had always been inside Byleth, perhaps she was the reason he never laughed or cried as a baby, hell even know he didn’t seem to be showing much emotion…Until he started teaching the Blue Lions class, anyway.

Rhea did something, it wasn’t clear what, to fuse them together…That being said, it was going to take the power of a god to leave this hellhole…

Which meant Sothis had to disappear.

“What?! If you’re a goddess, then there can be another way, right!?”

“Calm down, when I say ‘disappear’ I do not mean all that I am will be no more. My soul will join with yours, and you and I will never be apart…But, I shall no longer have the chance to speak with you…I will miss it.”

Byleth hesitated for a moment.

Despite his grumblings throughout the year, he did come to enjoy Sothis’ company.

The fact she was able to turn back time helped him save so many lives.

The fact she was a confidant for him, without being judged for saying what was on his mind.

The fact she knew his feelings and told him what to do with them, ranging from Flayn to the idiotic banters of the other classmates.

…The fact she had become a dear friend.

“For all that you have done, Byleth…Thank you, I’m glad it was you to whom my fate was bound…”

Byleth sighed and looked at her one last time.

“I’m glad you were here with me, Sothis…”

“Recall what I said, though we are apart, I will never disappear from you. I will be watching, and you will never be alone…”

—–

He still wasn’t used to Sothis being gone.

There were so many times he expected to hear her complain about what he was doing, or when he said something, expecting a smartass remark.

Yet, there was nothing.

He tested his abilities himself, he was able to use Divine Pulse without her but…

Even though she was most likely watching…it felt incredibly lonely.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, having her as company alongside his stuffed bird at night was comforting.

She was someone he could always talk to, whether they liked it or not at times.

Even though she quite literally fused with him, he felt…empty without her.

He wanted to laugh at himself…more accurately, he wanted Sothis to laugh at the fact he was getting sentimental about something so childish but…

Still, there was nothing.

There would be nothing for the remainder of his life, most likely.

“Professor?”

Byleth turned to Dimitri, trying to act like he wasn’t so deep in thought he almost lost himself.

“Are…Are you crying?”

Byleth’s eyes went wide, reaching for his eyes.

…Sure enough, he felt a few tears coming out.

“I…guess I am.”

Dimitri sighed and looked at his professor with very harsh eyes.

“Professor, what is happening to you? It’s like you’ve become an entirely different person since you’ve gotten back!”

“I-I’m sorry…-”

“Please, don’t apologize. We…We just want to make sure that you’re still here.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Byleth, I have seen you grow up so much during the past year. At first, I was quite concerned a child would be teaching us, an emotionless one at that…But as the year went on, I saw your true colors crack here and there. Ha, with no small part from Mercedes and Annette.”

They both smiled, but Dimitri continued.

“And so…it pains me to see you going back to seems like square one.”

“…”

“Professor, I am aware that so much has happened but…we’re here for you. I’m here for you.”

Byleth sat down at one of the piers, and Dimitri sat next to him.

“Well…I want to, truthfully, but you’ll never believe me.”

“Try me.”

“The goddess, Sothis was one of my best friends, and now she’s gone.”

Dimitri honestly couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not.

“…Just one of, right? That means you have several.”

Now, Byleth let out a genuine chuckle.

“Well, if we count my stuffed bird as one..!”

Dimitri couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Well, he’s a good listener, but I can’t say that it’d be good to talk to him for advice.”

Byleth smiled, but his face darkened.

“…Dimitri. I hope you know I consider you someone I trust deeply. But…”

He clenched his fists.

“Everyone I trusted is gone. Dad, Sothis, my mercenary group…I don’t want to lose you as well.”

Dimitri instinctively patted Byleth’s head.

…

The fact Byleth didn’t react violently meant that he really did trust Dimitri.

“Don’t you worry, Byleth. I’m not going anywhere until my duty is done. I promise.”

Byleth looked up at Dimitri and smiled.

“…Thank you, Dimitri. I really needed to hear that.”

“Of course…Now, let’s head back shall we? It’s not a good habit to keep staying awake this late everytime you feel bad you know!”

Byleth lightly punched Dimitri in the arm, and started following him out.

Though, Dimitri noticed Byleth was very sluggish in his movement. 

He must be exhausted after spilling his heart out like that…

Dimitri picked up Byleth onto his arms, giving him a piggyback ride. and started walking out.

At first, Byleth tried to squirm, but he eventually stopped.

And soon, he heard him snoring. Dimitri smiled to himself, and slowly walked back to the Professor’s room.

Five years is how long we’ll be apart soon, huh?

And to think, this single year has gone by so fast.

I wonder how our reunion will go now that you changed so much, my tiny professor…

#child!byleth #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #blue lions #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h #fe16 #imagines #writing #annette fantine dominique #mercedes von martlitz #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #dedue molinaro #ashe duran #sothis

[sirwolficus]

How dare you state you have a Sam and Max game idea and not share it? Please what is it? im very curious 👀

well buckle in fellas because its a long ride! i’ll put everything under the cut but heres a tl;dr picture before we get into it

well the picture says a lot; a common sam and max adventure in which they ensue a villain with a very powerful arsenal and not everything is fully explained or is even addressed within the plot.

its not 100% thought out, as most of my ideas are. but basically it starts out with mister commissioner giving our favourite two detectives a new mission; some woman has been kidnapped by an uber-crazy mother fucker and its the type of case that’s perfect for the boys!

and with every sam and max game, there is a bosco (well, there was one in hit the road and OBVIOUSLY one in the telltale games. i love that guy!) there is also an npc ally that’s sort of a mix between momma bosco from the telltale games and the geek from the show. no name yet but a sketch. actually, here’s a sketch below;

on the left, bosco; an absolute nutcase that hides his identity so that no one can tie his various illegal activities back to him.

middle is the smarty-pants; undertiminable age and gender. super smart and hasnt slept in many, many days. are those eyelashes or eyebags? no one will know!

and on the right, the originally kidnapped woman– which brings me to continue…

after some whacky hijinks of finding clues and talking to other people, you eventually track her down: tied up against a wall in a cell, with her own psychic power being drained from her as max and sam do who fucking knows what! once freed, it’s revealed she is a part of a long-lost civilization that has been in hiding for decades. they are the gatekeepers of the universe; in charge of keeping everything in line and in order. everything about them is very much kept under wraps– the knowledge that a small group of people are basically in control of all of space can very much bring alot of unwanted attention to them.

while trying to get her out to the safety of sewer tunnels that reek of shit, the main villainess of the game is shown. she’s the one who’s kidnapped the woman, and apparently doesn’t go down easy. she manages to slip away at the last moment, much to the anger of the kidnapped woman. apparently, they’ve tangled before– not face to face. with her pulling the strings in the shadows while growing despise for our two favourite freelance detectives.

however, the case isn’t solved. their perp is still on the loose, and sam and max aren’t basic bitches, yall! with the help of a new ally, they hit the road (reference intended)! smart fucker ally does some shit and gets them a new lead, with psychic now-not-kidnapped woman giving them tips and tricks.

everything seems to be going well until they actually seem to get to the height of the case; the confrontation. the villainess is a stone cold fucking bitch. sam and max enter the confrontation scene, ally(ies? undecided) waiting in hiding for if backup is needed. they come up on the other hostages and when sam goes to rescue, whoops, its actually a trap. he gets shocked (same voltage as a shock collar i’d think?) and whoops! dead hostages. yikes. 

“the only one i need is her!” villainess shouts while entrapping ally lady who has psychic powers because im a bitch.

she monologues to the two fucking furries about how much she fucking hates them. like a little bitch. GOD i want to marry her.

now, there is one fact about the freelance police i love: they are always together. villains never try to separate them, it’s always sam & max, never just sam. or max. and i love that. we’ve all seen what happens when they do get separated as well. sam turns edgy and desperate. max tears apart time and space just to get to his partner.

but what if a villain tried actually tried to separate them? to really try and make them suffer the one way they know how– creating their worst nightmare in real life.

so, our unnamed villainess because im on the creative thin line right now, uses our psychic ally to tear apart a hole in the fabric of reality and creates chaos throughout all of existence. and, well… you can see what happens.

enter our two main alternate detectives.

throughout the hub-bub of reality being torn apart, our four detectives are mixed up;

our max is stuck with another sam, and our sam is stuck with another max. throughout trying to track down our villain.

you get to jump through different worlds as comedy ensues. you can play as either sam OR max– thats right you can play as the fucking lagomorph psycho.

there are two different roads you can take to track down our villainess, with sam going down the much more clue-filled path where you have to be clever. max, however, goes down the violently-interrogating-everyone path. unsurprising.

sam and max both meet our villainess at around the same time. now since it’s dimension hopping, there’s… obviously gonna be more than one villain. now we’ve already established she isn’t above murdering people.

sam is a calm person. at this point in the game he’s pretty much figured out this max is not his max. he’ll come in and try to arrest her, and by arrest i mean letting max decimate her before turning her in and surprisingly not getting arrested for police brutality. basically the same thing happens with our max as well but much more violently. and, well…

she points the gun at sam. she threatens to kill him in a gruesome fashion. she hates him more than she does max.

here is a picture of what i think their office would look like to break up the chunks of text. this isnt a fucking fanfic. actually it sort of is but fuck it

for our sam, other max is extra.. protective. and trigger happy. so he tries to jump her. and, well, she isn’t dumb. max kind of.. gets shot in the face. yeah. im an angsty angsty motherfucker.

for our max, is almost the same. max gets ready to jump at her, and as she moves to shoot max and max moves to try and rip off as many of her limbs at once, sam moves to cover his little buddy. and, uh, well im predictable.

so… watching their best buddy (or atleast another version of them) getting murdered right in front of your face without being able to do anything about it? that shit messes you up.

villainess would probably make a quip about the situation before disappearing, throwing our sam and max to rot in a timeless void of a pocket dimension. enter cutscene.

now, throwback..! remember new bosco and the smart ass person? smart ass is a smart ass for a reason. bosco is fucking insane and surprisingly his theory on space physics rings true.

they open up a hole for sam and max to jump back in through. they are still separated at this point. now max is trying to track down villainess and try and restore all of space. oh! i should have mentioned. the rupture in dimensional travel and space is kind of destroying everything. anyway, max is now tearing through space in a fucked desoto trying to find the villainess and definitely trying to murder her. sam, being all of max’s moral compass and control, is now (in his mind) dead and he needs revenge. now while sam is tracking him (trying to find his own max! d’aw) they’re doing more bad than good to the fragile lifeforce of space. psychic ally astral projects and tells them both that they’re fuckin up and making a mistake. max tries to shoot her. sam pleas. shes strugglin to even speak with them but she’ll do her best.

badabing badaboom, max drives through a wall and finds villainess’ headquarters. sam quickly catches up and is like !!!! little buddy!!!! boom boom fight or whatever the fuck. heartfelt reunion! people are saved. but how will they fixed the fractured existence of the universe? bang scavenger hunt (im not sorry i fucking love searching for shit in games i dont know why) so that allies can make cool thing and fix universe.

boom. everything fixed. villain is like dead probably. thats my game idea i hope its not dumb

lemme know what yall think. i cant think of any cool name other than “Sam & Max; Freelance Police (The FanGame)”

i desperately want new sam and max content in this day and age.

#god i pray this post gets traction. #reply #mint-stone #sam & max #sam and max #sam & max freelance police #sam and max freelance police #sam and max telltale #sam & max telltale #sam and max the devil's playhouse #sam & max the devil's playhouse #freelance husbands #fangame idea #sam sam and max #sam sam & max #max sam and max #max sam & max #bosco sam and max #bosco sam & max #ocs???? does that count??? as ocs #sam and max freelance husbands #sam & max freelance husbands #sketch #sketches #wolfies art #noir!sam #noir sam #noir!max #noir max #noir!max sam and max

[mare-sanguis]

So I had this weird dream where I was trapped inside a mirror world. After I woke up my brain went like "thats it- write a fucking Scary Stories fix it fanfic/ one shot"

So in this OS/ff I'm gonna focus on Chuck (and the Auggie x Chuck ship)(because he baby) and how hes stuck in some kind of other world (influenced by the celtic "anderswelt/ other world"). Its just a snipped- theres going to follow more. There will be some hidden meanings and symbols.(will fix grammar mistakes later)

Maybe the one person who will read it catches the first hidden meaning

At first Chuck was mad at Stella.

That she let the monster take Auggie away. Let him getting dragged away.

They showed him the place- the place he went lost. In his own goddamn bedroom.

He saw the dragging marks on the floor. And seeing this made him angry.

There were still things he wanted to do with his friends, and seeing them going missing wasnt one of this.

And this all started because she picked up this stupid book.

And now? Now he was going to disappear to. Surrounded by pale women- she forcing him into a hug, finally swolling him whole.

Now he wasnt going to miss Auggie any more.

Sounded really sad but it was the reality now- for him.

And maybe he would stop feeling like this towards his friend.

Maybe he would stop feeling anything.

But on the other habd- maybe he would be trapped in a void, still being the same person, still feeling the same things he did when he was alive. The things he would get judged for in his hometown. The things he would get judged for if he would ever tell anyone.

Now, the moment the pale woman was about to swallow him whole he started to panic.

It was like in his dreams all over again.

And he never felt felt like his friends took him serious. Took the dreams serious.

The moment they went to look for the records of Sarah, walking down the hallway towards the R.E.D room he also was about to lose his mind.

Neither Stella nor Ramón listened to him, his worries. Stella just told him to wait there.

Wow what an idea- leaving him there alone while the hospital hallways were filled with nurses and doctors. What a great idea it was. But her head was fully stuck into swooning over their new found friend Ramón.

Totally ignoring his concern. But what ever- this moment he not just felt like a third wheel. No. He was one- literally.

He should have come with them now that he was thinking of it. Shouldnt he?

Either was- this shit sucked.

And now he was trapped here. His friends probably busy with something from much more importance than him.

Searching for a clue, a solution how to stop this madness.

But he wasnt going to witness it anyway - them failing or winning.

Instead he was about to disappear and who knows what would await him on the other side.

His last thoughts drifted away to his sister and how they were able to safe her. She would probably enjoy a life without him- who knows.

And then he was gone.

Swallowed up, whole by the monster from his nightmare. By his own nightmare.

The moment he opened his eyes he was trapped in complete darkness.

No light- just darkness. And emptiness

As he looked down he saw black goo covering the ground. He was sitting in it. Could see a bit of his own reflection.

Well at least he was still this handsome young man like when he was alive.

He sighed and got up- black goo still sticking on him. Hands, clothes, face.

Looking around he saw nothint. No one else was there. It looked completely lost. If he really would be stuck here forever he'd go crazy.

Not his favorite idea ot a place to go. Not the best place to go to when dead.

Come to think of- was he even dead? It didnt felt like... dying?

But who was he to know how dying would feel like?

Its his first time dying (?)

Its just that he rather felt alive than dead the moment he got swallowed.

Confusing.

He looked around again. A second time.

Nothing changed.

"Just standing around there wont do anything. Lets go."

He told himself, no clue for what he was even looking for.

But everything was better than just sitting around there doing nothing. He wondered how much time already had passed.

Didnt felt like much- but maybe the time was working differently wherever he was trapped right now.

He really wanted to find out where he was but where to start when theres nothing- just darkness, emptiness.

He sighed again, looking at the black goo on his hands.

What a way to end a life.

Everytime Chuck took a step he got suck a bit into the black shit on the ground. With ever step his breathing got heavier.

Wherever he was- it must be the worst place of it all. He walked and walked, it seemed endless. It all seemed the same.

It felt like hours. Him walking around there. Seemed so sensless all of the sudden. But he didnt give up. He didnt want to- he couldnt. Maybe there was a way out and he just had to search for it.

Did he ever wanted to come back? To his reality? Guess not- not without Auggie.

And just in the right moment he saw something- a door. White. Looked just the same like the ones in the hospital. Two lanterns were placed next to the door. It didnt look very inviting. But what else could happen?

"What else could happen if I take this door? Maybe getting sucked deeper into this shit? Maybe if I take this door I will never come back? I dont even know how deep down it goes down here."

He grabbed the doorhandle anyway and pushed it down, pulling the door open. He was greeting with white lights, it was almost blinding him- such a strong contrast to the darkness behind him.

And he could saw the hospital hallway right in front of him.

All corridors looked the same so it was a suprise for him that he figured out that it was the one where he got swallowed.

And the moment he stepped into the scene it all repeated itself. It felt like a nightmare, he could see himself- running scared, away from the woman. Lost. It was terrifying to watch.

"But at least its just showing me what happened- not that I have to endure it again by myself." He took a deep breath and walked up on of the hallways- trying to ignore what was happening right befor his eyes.

"Its nothing- its just a bad d[...]"

He stopped. His words. His movements.

Because the lights had turned red.

"Ah shit man- are you kidding me? Not again! I already died I cant die again!" He shouted out- watching in horror how his nightmare was walking right towards him.

Wait.

He was already gone.

She couldnt hurt him again.

"I'm dead you cant hurt me!" He shouted towards her.

"Gonna catch me if you can!" And then he started to run. He didnt know where he was running but he was running- and this time he was winning. At least it felt like winning to him. Even if it meant that he would get lost even more.

Well- if he finds a nice place maybe he could stay here. Maybe its better than the cold real life.

The hallway was getting darker again, this time there was fog everywhere - it made breathing heavier and he coughed a few times, rubbing his eyes.

Maybe ge should just stay here. What was the point of even trying to get out.

Chuck stumbled.

Banged his head on a door.

On a door that appeared out of nowhere.

He was sure there wasnt one few moments ago- he was loosing his mind already.

"Its happening already damn." He rubbed his forehead.

The door looked different from the one before.

It was white too- but there were small details caved in the wood of it. It had a doorknob with a symbol on it. He couldnt made out what this symbol was since the fog was blocking his few.

"I just want to take a look if its shitty there I wont pass it."

He looked back- knowing that he still was followed by the pale woman. He could see her.

"Or maybe I will take the risk of what ever is waiting for me on the other side."

He turned the knob around and took a last look at the dark hallway, the nightmare which was almost right behind him.

"Good riddance."

Then he went through the door- and the moment he passed it, it disappeared. So did his unsafe feeling.

But it still was dark. Luckily not as dark as before.

As he looked up he could see the dark sky- it looked just like the one he used to see in his hometown. It looked to normal.

But there werent any people nor animals. Just him and...

And a swaying bridge. Apprearing right before his eyes.

Connecting two cliffs- leading across a deep dark gorge.

And the bridge was a rainbow.

A fucking rainbow. Out of everything he hated the most he got a bridge covered in rainbow colors.

"I hate my not-so-alive life. Rainbow. Fine."

#scary stories to tell in the dark #scary stories to tell in the dark 2019 #chuck steinberg #august hilderbrandt #stella nicholls #ramon morales

[shaldoreii]

i know i dont post much, but im actually posting more here than on my main lol 

putting this here bc it is much more likely no one will read it, and thats fine by me. i just feel the need to say something, even if it is shouting into the void that is the internet. the void need not whisper back, its the shouting that is cathartic. anyway. im Big Time Depresso, like 100% have adhd, and have no idea how to go on w my life caring about absolutely nothing at all for longer than four days at a time. i continually say “this is unsustainable” then continue trying to sustain myself bc the only other option is to Not Sustain, which is not objectively what i want to do (if u catch my meaning). im also being Driven Mad by a person who pretty well tore me down (smashed my self worth and identity, not on purpose mind you, but it happened) for having a particular identity. an identity that i can no longer claim bc it makes me nauseous to imagine that i am part of the community. a community that i cannot be a part of, because i cannot get the word “unloveable” out of my head, a community that doesnt deserve to have me inflicted upon it as a member with that word bouncing around in my head. the person who did this now ids as a member of this community, and is thriving. and i am genuinely happy for them. but i am absolutely green w envy that they are able to identify with a community and i cannot bc i am too fucked up in the head. ive never said that out loud (or in text) before. it *is* cathartic. anyway. i really really miss caring about things. also i miss my friend that i moved away from. i hope shes doing okay 

#tw//// dont read//// #personal junk////// #literally no reason for u to read this #posted solely for my own catharsis (achieved i suppose)

[nessaiscute]

A crazy idea

A caleo Fanfiction

Piper tapped her foot impaitently, “Leo for the love of the gods, would you please sit still?”

Sit still? Ha, thats funny. Thats the last thing I could do right now, how could I sit still? It was happening, it was really happening. I finally got someone to go out with me, she is literally preparing right now to go on a date with me? The disgusting Leo Valdez, am I dreaming? 

I stop pacing on Piper’s floor, “Okay, I-I’ll try.”

Piper then giggled and approached me; straightened up my clothes she was smiling the whole time. I was wearing a dress shirt with black jeans, dress shoes to match my pants. I looked as good as Piper can make me, the rest is up to me.

Gods thats the most frightening thought ever.

“Leo are you gonna combust into flames again ?”

“I have no idea Piper, H-How did this happen?”

Piper then grinned, “You don’t remember?”

“No! I-”

“Too bad I’m reminding you anyway,”

Gods please save me.

[Piper’s pov]

it happened again, Leo was being harassed by Drew again. Ever since Jason picked me over her she took out her frustration out of the repair boy.

“Go fetch me my makeup!”

“I’m in the middle of-”

“Is this an act of defiance?” Drew growled.

Leo gulped, poor boy; Drew scared the crap out of him. However Leo is an angel who scares way too easily. Pretty sure outside of Gaia he can’t hurt a fly.

And right on time....

“Hey Valdez.” Greeted Calypso Atlas

Ever since Leo rescued the titan blood from that island Calypso has been skirting around the fact that she’s madly in love with Leo. Of course I was going to tell him but she begged; i mean she literally offered me anything I want. I gave up and told her to just make my salads. Of course I suddenly had a case of ‘not hungry’ So Cal was gonna witness just how cruel Drew can be to her crush. You could just see Leo’s nervousness spiked. He knew deep down Calypso cared for him. He just.... didn’t know how much.

“H-Hey Sunshine.”

Calypso eyebrow shot up, “whats wrong? Why are you nervous?”

“How long are you gonna stand there? Go fetch what i want!” Drew snapped.

“Wait a freaking minute! Don’t yell at him!” Calypso got in front of Leo; both Drew and Calypso glaring at each other. I’m willing to bet 30 dollars Leo felt like a rat.

“Look Titan witch, He always does what i want.”

Calypso looked back at Leo, “Is that true?”

Leo nodded.

“So whats the-”

“The issue is that I’m going to beat you into next week if you don’t stop it! Leo does what you want no more!”

“Why you little-”

Calypso then punched Drew in the gut knocking her back; Leo nearly died and I shouted to ‘kick her while she’s down’

“You... BITCH!! You just hit me! I”ll kill you!”

“You have to stop picking on the weak first.” Calypso snapped.

“Someone needs to-”

“ENOUGH” Chorin snapped riding in to defuse the situation, “Titan Blood, don’t hit others. Drew, stop bullying Leo. I told you to stop that. Also Drew go get Annabeth for me. Since you started this. Get moving.”

Drew knew better then it argue with Chorin so she obeyed; Chorin then glared at Calypso and galloped away. Leo looked so sympathetic. Calypso just stood there, grinning.

“That.... was satisfying.” “Satisfying??” Leo asked perplexed, “You could of gotten expelled from camp!”

“W-Well.... maybe next time she’ll learn to be nice.” The titan blood mumbled; only now feeling shame. cheeks red. I thought Annabeth’s love life was interesting.

“Are you okay sunshin-”

“Um.... so.... i don’t.... have any plans tonight.”

Leo had the most odd look on his face; can he really be that dense?

“So.... if..... you....”

“If i wha-”

“I’m asking you out on a date you flame bursting nerd!”

Leo gasped; now his face was blood red. They looked like tomatoes. Where is my camera when I need it? 

“Um... I-I’ll pick you up at six tonight.”

“I-I’ll be ready.”

The titan blood walked away; Leo looked like he was gonna fall into the void.

“I saw that.” I grinned

Leo nearly jumped out of his skin; then sighed, “Pipes.... i need help.”

“That.... i have no doubt.”

[Leo’s pov]

“Wait.... you planned that??” I asked.

“Okay, so ‘plan’ might be too strong of a word. I just wanted to see her kick the crap out of Drew. But hey.... it worked out in the end. You got a date.”

“Piper, I’m gonna mess this up I’m gonna-”

My friend placed her finger in my lips silencing me.

“Leo, slow deep breathes. You’re gonna be fine. You’re a sweet kind person who deserves the world. Now get moving”

and with that Piper shoved me out the door.

Okay, Pipes is right. I can do this, after all; I’m a bad boy! And the ladies love a bad boy, right? This is gonna go great, she’ll be swoon and confess her undying love for me. and-

Focus worm! shouted my brain

Snapping back; i smirked. I got this, I can do this. I approached Calypso’s apartment, I think Percy bought it for her. Kinda odd since Her and Percy had a falling out.

I knocked on the door; at first nothing but then...

“Just a minute!”

I waited and then heard footsteps when the door opened i nearly died. There stood the great Atlas general, wearing the most beautiful red dress Leo had ever saw. Red lipstick and she smelled like roses.Her hair was kept down and due to a hair cut it was short; Her golden eyes showed hints of nervousness and her face was slightly red.

“H-Hello Leo.”

“Beautiful- I mean, hello Calypso.”  

My heart was racing so much that I forgot to call her my pet name for her. Please for the love of the all the gods, please don’t combust into flames. Please don’t combust please don’t-

But right as rain the flames erupted from my body; Calypso yelped out and i felt like dying.

Luckily for me, the flames died quickly; and sunshine just watched me, grinning. What was she grinning for? Isn’t this the part where she slams the door in my face and tells me to go to Hades? Why must I be such a fool?

“You know.... you’re so cute Leo.”

I gasped, “Cute?”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend that busts into flames when they see me.”

“Most girls just get scared.”

“Why don’t we finish this inside, I have great food prepared.”

I’m not going to say no to that; I come inside and I realize just how resourceful sunshine is; this may be just an apartment but it doesn't feel like one. Trophies of random monsters litter the walls; some plaques are under some of the monster heads. Something told me those were quotes from her dad. The room smells of roses and I notice the little garden in the back of the room. A lamp that I just know produces synthetic sunlight is above them. The kitchen has a lot of smells, I see the tacos and burritos. Did she actually do research on what I like. I never told her that I love those kind of foods. 

“Take a seat anywhere you want.” Calypso says.

I decide to take the head of the kitchen table. 

“Looking to be the man of my house?” Sunshine smirked.

My heart skipped a beat, “N-No, I-”

Sunshine then started laughing, “Relax, I’m kidding. You’re such a dork.”

“Yea.” I grinned face still red.

Sunshine sat across from me; her table was kinda small.  Made of maple wood, I can detect a slight scent of the wood. We both dig in to our food. It took me a while but I noticed that sunshine kept glancing at me. she was eating her food, but once that was done her eyes kept dancing. 

“is everything-”

“Where are we Leo?”

“Huh?”

“Us, where are we?”

That was an interesting question; i had no idea. I mean, i wanted to be with her. In my head I had some map of getting her to marry me and us having kids; or something typical like that. But.... is that what she wants. I’ve always gotten the feeling she doesn't see me the way other girls do. To be honest, she reminds me a lot of how Annabeth looks at Percy. Is that how she really sees me? I guess we should of had this talk sooner.

“I really want you sunshine.”

That remark made her blush; she looked down. Like she wanted to say something.

“I want you too. But....”

“But?”

“I don’t want you to have pity on me. I want to know that deep down you actually want me. Calypso Atlas. The daughter of one of the most evilest beings to ever exist. I..... “

Calypso placed her hand on mine; i felt my whole hand feel warm. My heart skipped several beats and my brain felt like i was ascending to Elysium.

“I want you to love for me.”

“I never said that i didn’t, Sunshine, i really do want you. Calypso..... I love you.”

Welp, I said it. Sunshine looked down though it didn’t hide her face. nor her grinning. However, a sad revelation seem to take her over.

“That would mean.... you would have to wait for me to gain my powers back. that would mean finishing college.”

“I can wait sunshine.”

Sunshine then giggled, “Of course you would. Piper was right about you.”

“Huh?” I asked puzzeled.

“Um.... I love you Leo. And everyone but you knows this. Piper found out first, i made her promise she woulden’t tell you. But she told me you would have no issue waiting for me. Please Leo.... don’t forget bout me.”

I flashed a grin, “I won’t, I promise.”

We eat our food, blushing and grinning at each other. at times she grabbed my hand and kissed it. Every time she did my heart skipped a beat. We finally finished and it was time for me to leave. Sunshine lead me to the door.

“Thank you Leo.”

“You’re welc-”

Before I could finish she pushed me in, pinned me to the wall and kissed me passionately. I was confused, and when she deepened the kiss I couldn't help but moan; closing my eyes. The kiss ended as brutally as it began she pushed me out and told me goodbye.

My head was in a daze; the taste of her lipstick still lingered on my lips. She’s the one, shes the one I want to spent the rest of my life with. Don’t worry sunshine, I’ll wait as long as it takes.

#Caleo #Leo Valdez #Calypso Atlas

[morethanmuses]

Starting a DIY Record Label by Beth of Smash Mouse Records

My name is Beth and I founded a record label called Smash Mouse Records. I also play guitar and do a bit of shouting in a band called BoxCat. I also really like making zines.

 Running a DIY label is a bit like shouting about bands into the void and hoping something comes back. It’s really hard work, and feels like nothing will ever come of it, but no one else is going to do it, so you just shrug and do it anyway, and thats pretty much what happened with Smash Mouse Records.

 The thing with running a DIY label is that everyone and their dog at one point drunkenly says to their mate ‘I’m gonna run a label’ so with that, a definite challenge with running a label is convincing people that you’re serious and to trust you with their music. You’ve got to be able to answer the questions ‘What can you do for us? And what can you do for us, that we can’t do ourselves?’

 I was lucky enough to have my own band, BoxCat, to kick things off with, as well as the encouragement of The Woodsman. We put out a split on vinyl between the two bands and it sold out. Then I wanted to add another band and I was worried about whether people would want to put their music out through an unknown label. But Tom and Andy of WolfPunch contacted me, enthusiastically wanting to release their long-awaited E.P through the label, and that made me feel better about everything.

 We then released a BoxCat E.P, which really got me to a degree of confidence about what I was doing. After that came Ignitemares, a second release by The Woodsman and then Fake Friends.

By this point, I had realised that I couldn’t cope with the amount of work that the label needed in order to grow and after hearing one of my bands refer to me personally as smash mouse (which is not what I wanted), I decided that Smash Mouse needed to be a collective effort. So I invited the bands who I’d already released to get involved a little more, and I basically rounded up at least one member from each band in a group chat and everyone now pitches in with things.

 We’ve recently added No Murder No Moustache to the group and he has immediately already fit right in, and we have two more bands ready to join when they have their releases ready, among other projects.

 So thats the short version of story of Smash Mouse Records. We’re a collective of bands that deserve to be heard. It’s a diverse group, it’s supportive and nurturing, and we try to keep it as open as we can. We have a manifesto which helps us to keep a narrative and a culture of warm Welsh hospitality, and kindness to those that need it.

 I think the best advice I can give is to just do things. Fuck anyone that tells you that you can’t because of X, Y and Z. You totally can, you’ve just got to have the nerve to go out and get it. You might experience imposter syndrome, like I have, but sometimes you need to look at how far you’ve come to settle those worries. For me, I had a BA Creative Sound and Music degree and was halfway through a Masters when I started my label, and I STILL felt like I didn’t have the expertise to run a label.

 Running a DIY label is not easy by any stretch, if you’re a bit anti-social like I am, audience growth takes a long time. If you’re also worried about spending too much of your own money on it, running a label isn’t for you. It’s a labour of love. It’s hard work for very little in return. I do it to see that bands get heard, that may not get a look-in otherwise.

 If you’re feeling like your next step is to start a label, your best bet is to examine your scene, look at what others are doing, learn from them, and think about what you could do differently. If you look at your scene, think about what you can build out of it, what is missing, what do the musicians need? And importantly, talk to people, and ask for help.

 You’ve just got to try it. If it succeeds, you’ll have a healthy label that will inspire and encourage people to get creative whilst also getting bands the attention they deserve, and if it fails, at least you’ve gone out and done something, and hey, even if it doesn’t succeed, you never know who you may have inspired along the way.

Smash Mouse Records represent a variety of bands and artists including womxn and those belonging to the LGBTQ+ community. A playlist showcasing their current signings can be heard here and if you are interested in sending your music to the label for consideration, you can contact them via email at [email protected]

[tidalwavesoflove]

ok so im here to put all my struggle thoughts out here even tho i should probably just go straight to livejournal bc its a dead platform and whats better than shouting into the void? nothing but apparently i dont care about that so here i am on tumblr dot com wow this is an intro no one asked for ANYWAYS so i got hired at my placement for the summer as a student and thats paid for by the government, like the ontario gov gives them money to pay me but only at a certain rate which is $2 above min wage and the stipulation is that i have to be going to school in sept full time, obviously we lied about that bc who doesnt WHATEVER point is that contract ended and they hired me for hte month of august full time as a family support worker which is the reg job title and ill be making more money which is awesome but its still only contract which sucks and then they’re opening a position but its part time and only program hours so like 25-30 hours a week?? which still isnt bad and im going to apply for sure but the board at the centre is under the impression im going back to school in sept so we (being my manager and i) have to lie about me going to school and work around this if i get hired for the position... lmao which is stressful also cause i imagine they’ll ask me about it in the interview process whenever that is but .. i guess i can work something out with my manager ahead of time cause at least shes on the same page 

OK and meanwhile, the centre closes for 3 weeks every summer which is what is happening right now so i have been making 0$$$$$$$$ since i left on july 13 and i dont go back to work until august 7 which would be a dream if i was being paid .. which im not.. luckily (i guess) my old job at the glasses place messaged me on instagram (well the manager did) asking me about a KH position and i was like ya for sure also hire me back anytime?? so she asked me to start this weekend and i signed paperwork and whatever but she never ended up sending me a schedule??? and now my anxiety is like wow she saw my availability and that i can only work weekends in august and was like ya fuck this BUT i also have an interview with them today for the promoted KH position (not the sales position i signed the paperwork for) so like maybe she’s waiting to just give me my schedule in person??? idek!!!!!!! but im thinking its gonna be good to work two jobs for as long as possible because ive been living in overdraft since like ... july 15 lmao and at one point i was even OVER my overdraft limit kdfsjahkjhdsf anyways basically my struggle is real my anxiety is realer like its been out of fucking control for the last few weeks and my depression feels like its back with a vengeance and NOTHING IS GOOD and will ever be good again

[kyandice]

CANDICE EDIT THIS UGLY SHIT WHEN U HAVE THE FUCKING TIME

this is an ugly unedited one it has been in my drafts for like 2 months already. so whatever i just posting it. ill edit it if i have the time. thins is is i actually edited half way and MY FUCKING COMPUTER FUCKING CRASHED SO I GAVE UP  and yeahhh ill just post this ugly unedited one and ill edit it again WITH PROPER ENGLISH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME. idk i just cqnt see stuff in my drafts i just havre to post it and yewah wtf.

this unedu=ited stuff is just me writing key poiunts about my day and not like urghhhhhhh i hate this commmmmm. normally i would describe more but i dont want it in my drafts anymore so ill edit it when im free OKAYYYY.

1/3 

Hahahahahah lmao this was the date when i got tgt with K 3 years ago.(omg i still rmb, but tbh its nth special i just rmb useless stuff pretty well)  Never wanted to date a guy again even i with crushes back in sec sch. but anyways, today i went to Sentosa w/ B and he seemed to really like the artificial fiels alot but it was like in the afternoon so it was still kinda hot and yeahhhh. Like it would be much nicer at night. There will be like alot of stars and fireworks too and it will be more windy and cooling idk but it will be nicer at night and i want to spend the night w/ B there again. Oh yeah anyways ystd B bought me the batgirl lego keychain and B told me that batgirl had sex with batman and im shoooked.

2/3 and like today we planned to go to his house anddd then go to parkway parade to some lego secret chambers shop. i went out early cuz my junior wanted to pass me her lego characs but she couldnt make it so i was alr at bishan so i just went to tpy and wait for bryan o wake and meet me so i called him at 11am but he woke up and shouted at me so i just like nvmmmm so i went to the library and went window shopping around tpy and i also went popular 1pm i didnt want to call him up but i was like ugh nvm and called him.. and yay he finaally woke up wna read tuesday with morrie, all the fifty shades of grey and in grey's pov n miss peregrine's home for peculiar children but we still went to parkway parade anyays and he asked me to watch letters from iwo jima so i watched it at night and bryan wanted to watch the breakup list on toggle but it kept playing ads and it just wouldnt play the video so b got alittle pissed 3/3 logan, training (our 8th movie)

4/3 finishing crocheting my first thinggg the bear thing shoud i give it to bryan would he want it so today b was vvvv kinda excited this video thing with ck and cez and im like vvv happy for him cuz he can do smthing he rlly likes with cool n funny ffriends. also he said that he didnt want us to go public at first cuz he was afraid that ppl might tease us he said he was afraid i might be ffrustrated but tbh i was hella frustaratred i dont see the point of hiding our rship but im glad werre like opene now and so at night i went to ikea and b messaged me but i was busyt walking and i didnt recieve his msg but i didnt like lock my phone so it was read. but like it was in my pockets and like my mom doesnt allow me to play my phine whenever im walking but yeah anyways b was angry hat i didnt reply him. we sorta quarreled awhile but we were kinda okay after that i guess. wtf sia today midnight i have to distribute stuff to the homeless ppl in bugis and i was wearing a short paanyts and my mom tied this weird looking scarf i swear i look like some carzy hobo youngster wtf.

5&6/3 sneaked out of house, slept over at his house and after that i went to tpy first while he showers, ate and went home early to pack for camp stuff wna stay over at his house again it was fun we tried to watch moanna but was kinda sleepy

7/3 day 1 of camp. slept with b outised tgt

8/3 day 2 of camp (-met javier and sihui -every camps i go i get very angry -shoulder, water balloon) larn cpr and aed the skit thing worst grp ever

9/3 day 3 of camp water activities we won

10/3 tkd training

11/3

-wtf nxt week go msia (wanted to go work) -quarreled with bteh. cuz i cant go out but he wants me to go out -yyour suffering defines you without it yore a void -japan and korea with bryan -my parents -i want more lego charac -money - i cant wait for tmr for ilighhtsss i want to take like alooot pictures tgt with bryannnn styled hair -nicole choo idk why im still so insecure like i know pretty clearly that im decent looking. decent looking enough to make friends, have a job and not get ostracised in society. and well if you arent good looking enough you'll be made fun off/ostracised in society and thats how humans work. and now everywhere you see are pretty girls and how can any girls feel not insecure. Okay, i have a flat and fat nose. i want to have a sharper and thinner nose like michelle. i have pretty small boobs and i want boobs like naomi. my shoulders are too wide from playing softball, i want a smaller width shoulders like grace. my tummy isnt flat i want a flat tummy. and thing is those are pretty famous girls in like sg and im not even talking abt kim kard or emma wats or like jennifer lawr. omg i dont even know where im going with this im just literally typing all my thoughts down. okay and the boys here???? they all follow those people and im pretty sure they compare them over the normal girls in sch. omg what am i even talking abt. i feel silly even typing this out. but okay if your beauty standards doesnt reach like the norm in society you srsly wouldnt have friends. unless youre realllll rich or your sense of humor is rlly rlly great.

12/3 didnt quarrel but we  were obv upset with each other it was a fun day tho when to see i lights took alot pictures ate llaollao no money

20/3 best s ever went home after it bteh gg aunts house today

his flight will be tmr 21/22 job interview got the job bryaan in flight abt cosplay how i dont have frinds

25/03 bryan found my private twitter accnt                                    bteh tole me abt a girl he liked when he was in korea idk if anyone realised but ive got a really really really bad habit. its weird really. but its a thing ive been doing since young and i never talked to anyone about it before. so actually, when im nervous, or stressed out, or just couldnt take my mind off smthing, i would like start peeling or plucking my nails. okay many people do this but, i ahve a weirder one andddd omg i think i will regret saying this. So actually, i pluck i my hair when im nervous, stressed out or just thinking abt smthing i cant ignore. so back in primary 4 i was doing this math practice paper and i couldnt do any those 6marks big problem sums and i was fking stressed out. and well my habit of plucking my own hair started really really young. and at P4 my mom saw me crying

26 toc competition firdst fight win second fight lose how i dont wna fight nationals cuz my weight cat all got national player lose my chance to win gold cant even get silver r came today

29/ power rangers

30 wanted to go coney island with rapheal and jill and bryan but it rained so we went to lan and gamed without jill bryan pushed me and i banged into someone in the end see museums some forest thing the ligths vvv pretyy

28/hotel

31/ hotel went to work after that talk about work made bryan that key chain clp diner and dance

1/4 learn bst bts for club crawl played boomberang didnt workkk aot is out!!!!!!

2/4 today i need to go mountbatten cc to practice my poomsae my poomsae lousy i dont think i can pass at first try anyways president of stf is milan quey idk if i spelt his name properly but yeah. before that ate yellow sub with B will nvr eat there again portion is small yet expensive and food isint so nice at all but since i get to eat with b im vvvv gladdd

3/4 today i went early to B's house. after that met up with madeline and shirlyn to watch boss baby and the movie was quite nice i thought i wouldnt like it and then we ate pepper lunch and omg osaka is a vvv small place like shirlyn went evrywhere i visited like a a year ago

4/4 AND I WOKE UP WITH BTEH lose his doibok and he couldnt find it my maid threathened to take a mail for my mom cuz she lazy walk and she wants me to do it but i was late

5/4 there was demo training we played table tennis for awhile and bteh is good at it, ok maybe its just that i suck at it but yea theres was fmo so we slacked at tg until demo tng started so at night he said hes tired but idk that he wanted to sleep soon and he was like stop it and i was like stop wat but he ttly just shut me off and then i got pissed cuz i would nvr do that to him

6/4 i had to meet herman but like after meeting him timetable i realised i forget to bring my wallet somethimes im torn in beteen like just not gg out with bteh cuz i have no money to eat or spend his money again he keeps saying its okay but its really not okay im just not comfortable like someone spending so much on me i owe money so he told me his specs broke ttly

One of the things dreams do for us is prepare us for worse case scenario. The dream that is closest to reality about a loved one leaving us prepares the mind for the pain that can be inflicted upon us. It creates a probability. That means it could happen, it means it’s a fear you have, and being such your mind protects your psyche in a way to allow you to feel the emotions of the event, even though the event never occurred.

13 reasons why felt like  th main charac like back in sec sch all i wanted was just to finish my olevels and go to poly so i can be a whole new person. someone who i wanted to be withouht anyone laughing at me

1au away from sol 1au measurement unit like light or smthing sol is latin from sun porbbaly it