#buggle's day out

[locitapurplepink]

Taglist : @aintinacage , @trapezequeen , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @fulltimecatwitch , @kanerallels , @commander-tech , @thebadbatch2022

#star wars #star wars resistance #Youtube #sw resistance #star wars resistance shorts #the need for speed #buggle's day out #star wars polls #sw resistance round 3 #round 3b

[leviathans-watching]

can i request a continuation of this post: (https://www.tumblr.com/leviathans-watching/655248256619724800/brothers-or-datables-with-an-mc-whos-given) if u havent already done so ? n if u have done a continuation than can u link me to the post :) ? thank

finally calling the dateables by a pet name

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this was a blast from the past! i hope you enjoy!!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi

please reblog this yall

➳ diavolo frowns, thinking about your behavior towards him. you weren’t acting strange, warm and kind to him as ever, but he can’t help but feel a distance from you when he considers how intimately and familiarly you call everyone else. “what are you thinking so hard about?” you tease gently, giving him a smile, and his frown deepens. should he say anything? or would that be childish? you roll your eyes. “just spit it out,” you chasten, and so he does. “i was just thinking about how you never call me by a pet name. it’s not fair.” you can’t help but laugh; considering everything the demon lord and acting demon king has to focus on, he’s hung up on this? “you want me to? i just thought you might find it rude for me to discard your title. but i can call you by a pet name–in fact, i’d be glad to. how does ‘tiger’ sound?”

➳ barbatos adjusts his collar slightly, unable to pinpoint why he’s so irritated. all you’d done is paused in your conversation with him to ask simeon to get something, weaponizing your pet name for him to make the job get done faster. oh, that was it. you’ve never once weaponized a pet name against him. he doesn’t know what kind of face he makes at the realization, but you notice something’s wrong and give him a questioning look. barbatos smiles thinly. “sorry, i hope you don’t mind the request, but can you call me a pet name? i’m afraid i’m feeling a little left out.” you blink at him, and he grows somewhat self-conscious. “sorry, forget it, it was a weird ask of you.” “no!” you hasten to reassure him. “absolutely, i will. now, baby, will you go help simeon? i think he’s struggling.”

➳ simeon hasn’t really, you know, dated before. so it’s not unusual for him to do research, making sure he’s being a good boyfriend by looking at the most reputable of resources: teen girl magazines. but when he finds an article about ‘picking the perfect pet name for your partner’, he realizes you’ve never once called one another by a pet name. you call the others familiarly, but not him… he does what anyone would do and sets out to remedy that. “hey, mc,” he begins, “do you think we could call one another by pet names? this article says it’s a good way to further a relationship and deepen the bonds between a pair.” “just what are you reading?” you ask with a chuckle, but give in, quite liking the idea. “how does ‘sweetheart’ sound?”

➳ solomon puts at you. “call me by a pet name! you call everyone else one but are only rude to me! it’s not fair!” you raise your brows. “fine. i had a few i wanted to try out anyway.” your easy agreement should have been a sign; you spend the next few days calling him every variation of pet name. it’s funny when you call him ‘studly’, mildly embarrassing when you shout ‘snuggle buggle’ across the cafeteria, and just plain annoying when you refer to him as ‘shortcake’ for an entire conversation. he gets back at you when you call him ‘wild thing’, stating, truthfully, that he likes that one and it’s a keeper. “fine, wild thing,” you smirk. “love you.” “i love you too, sugar plum,” he says, enjoying how your face contorts.

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[numberonenat]

i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on my candy love characters...

here's part 2 and 3: others / dateables ul + chani

here's what it gave me:

castiel:

"make me wanna die" by the pretty reckless

"ignorance" by paramore

"welcome to the black parade" by my chemical romance

"bring me to life" by evanescence

"sugar, we're goin down" by fall out boy

"i write sins not tragedies" by panic! at the disco

"sk8er boi" by avril lavigne

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"dirty little secret" by the all-american rejects

"i hate everything about you" by three days grace

"numb" by linkin park

"so cold" by breaking benjamin

"gasoline" by halsey

"the kill (bury me)" by 30 seconds to mars

"i miss you" by blink-182

nathaniel:

"fix you" by coldplay

"fireflies" by owl city

"hey, soul sister" by train

"how to save a life" by the fray

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"all of me" by john legend

"love song" by sara bareilles

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"the way i am" by ingrid michaelson

"thinking out loud" by ed sheeran

"bubbly" by colbie caillat

"say something" by a great big world

"make you feel my love" by adele

"count on me" by bruno mars

lysandre:

"supermassive black hole" by muse

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"sweater weather" by the neighbourhood

"mr. brightside" by the killers

"do i wanna know?" by arctic monkeys

"intro" by the xx

"shake it out" by florence + the machine

"summertime sadness" by lana del rey

"creep" by radiohead

"running up that hill" by placebo

"closer" by nine inch nails

"only happy when it rains" by garbage

"1979" by the smashing pumpkins

"sour times" by portishead

"teardrop" by massive attack

kentin:

"good vibrations" by the beach boys

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"good time" by owl city

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"happy" by pharrell williams

"sun street" by katrina and the waves

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"i'm a believer" by the monkees

"africa" by toto

"i'm gonna be (500 miles)" by the proclaimers

"dancing queen" by abba

"mr. blue sky" by elo

"all star" by smash mouth

"on top of the world" by imagine dragons

armin:

"video killed the radio star" by the buggles

"don't stop me now" by queen

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"take on me" by a-ha

"livin' on a prayer" by bon jovi

"sweet child o' mine" by guns n' roses

"every breath you take" by the police

"another one bites the dust" by queen

"don't you (forget about me)" by simple minds

"eye of the tiger" by survivor

"we will rock you" by queen

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"sweet caroline" by neil diamond

"boys of summer" by don henley

"hotel california" by eagles

i actually like this a lot lol

this is always so fun to make even if they don't make sense so yeah qskjvfhdjw

i'll make a part 2!!!

#my candy love #mcl #cdm #corazón de melón #amor doce #amour sucre #castiel veilmont #cdm castiel #mcl castiel #amor doce castiel #nathaniel azul #mcl nathaniel #my candy love nathaniel #amor doce nathaniel #nathaniel carello #lysander ainsworth #cdm lysandro #mcl lysander #my candy love lysander #armin keenan #armin cdm #armin mcl #mcl kentin #my candy love kentin #cdm kentin #chat gpt #chatgpt

[bubblepopsims]

"who the fuck are you sir?"

"Oh you feed me.. yes.. yes.."

So how this baby came about was mmm well okay so i was playing in the tribe save file (as i am in right now ) hanging out la de da, i go to see how Celest (Izzi's aunt)

was doing and i saw she had ONE ! ONE! whole ass babyy okay!i said NOPE and just did nothing with that until i dont know two days ago? XD and wanted to update her for the wedding and at least age the baby up to a infant ... here i go EXPECTING ONE BABY... NO SHE HAD TWO NOW! and i went "what the actual fuck... you must be fucking joking. "

Fucking trademark... so than she got a man ;P thank you roomie >:3

somehow? i think got Kane's relationship to the now CUTE LITTLE SNUGGLE BUGGLE CUTIE Abby Everly ( she named her Abby organically so i picked the middle name XD) to be his daughter. But i just found it funny how she looked at him because girlie we do not know who your real dad is... i might have deleted him by wearing a ridiculous collection of cc running around. NOPE fetus deletes... just liked the second kid. I enny meenny minny mohhed that shit and abby won. plusss

their noses to me looked alike T.T even from a side view .. ahhhhh she is so cute T_T her little tiny squishy face!! and now you have one very attentive Daddy XD She literally whined for not even a second and Kane was on it.. XD Celest got to sleep, take a shower and eat happily XD it was cute. I love their little family. T-T Celest got her family finally ahhhh

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 #the tribe #my sims #ts4 gameplay #oc: Celest #oc: Kane Fl0pera #oc: Abby Everly

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not sure if you can help but...

I used to write fanfic a lot (not just Johnlock, but other fandoms too) and I got a particularly nasty comment on a fic months back (almost a year ago now I think) that made me delete my entire AO3 and never write anything ever again.

But I miss it so much. And every time I go to write something, the magic is just gone and I get nowhere. It's like any joy I had in writing was just sucked out by one single comment. How do I fix this?

Hey Nonny *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

I'm so sorry that the "magic" feels gone, and I am so sorry that you had such a terrible experience because of one entitled asshole.

Unfortunately, I am not a professional in this regard, so please take what I say as just a grain of salt and as someone who adores and supports all creatives in this fandom... I've gotten lots of nasty comments over the years, and honestly... I take more joy that I continue on doing what I'm doing and that they're SO bloody bothered by me that I just ignored them... because really that's all you can do online. And sites like AO3 now give you the option to have your fics only be commented on by registered users only, so if you get that hate comment, just report it, block the user, and laugh at them.

I know that it's easier said than done, but to me it seems like you want to do start writing again. I've found that I just stopped caring about who my content is for, because at the end of the day, I'm doing my content for me, and it has the side effect of other people enjoying it too. I've lived long enough to just... not give a shit anymore about asshats online, because honestly they're just sad, bored people who get a sick thrill from riling people up.

BUT AGAIN, Nonny, this might be deeper than "just writing and forgetting about it" because that one comment WAS traumatic for YOU and that's VALID. I think talking to other authors might be beneficial to you to help you overcome that hurdle. FOR ME, I've found just... doing my projects with me as the primary audience does wonders. I love going back to my SUPER old stories and rereading them, because I take a lot of joy in remembering that these worlds were created by me FOR me. And looking at my old art and seeing how much I've improved often is motivation enough for me to carry on.

Actually, thinking back to my college days (OOOOOOF I'm old), we specifically had classes where the profs would rip apart our projects during critique sessions, on purpose, because in the real world, unfortunately, it is stuff you have to deal with in real life and they didn't want us to have our first experience be on-the-job. So I MIGHT be a bit more indifferent to "critiques" than most people, I'm now realizing, so AGAIN, please take what I say with a grain of salt.

That all said, you know what, Lovely? You have a lot more fans than you know, I'm sure, and they'd be thrilled to have you back <3 I REALLY REALLY wish I was better at articulating just how much I really want to see you happy, and how much of the best I hope for you. I know that my words aren't going to make everything better, but I hope they helped a bit.

If there's anyone who struggled to get over that hurdle themselves, please don't hesitate to reply or send me an anonymous message and I'll paste it here so Nonny knows that they're not alone.

And if you do, Nonny, decide to return and post up your stories, I am ALWAYS here to promote them and boost them for you <3

Please take care Nonny, and I hope you continue to write again <3 But KNOW that if you inevitably DON'T, THAT IS OKAY TOO. <3

#steph replies #chatting with nonnies #i am not a professional #writing advice #life advice #writer problems #my advice

[sunnydayout]

soooo I'm rereading the comics and came across this scene again between Peter and Felicia. (posted under the text for those who want to see it)

I always thought how funny it was how scared and shocked Peter looked when Felicia took off her robe. but on the other hand, thinking about it's probably his first time actually seeing that, or hasn't done things like that a lot. I think he's around eighteen or nineteen here, it's close after he met Urich, and then he was thinking of college so probably eighteen or nineteen.

then of course you also have that Felicia is most likely in her mid to late thirties, maybe even early forties. (these are all guesses as as far as I know, there are no actual ages given in the comics) she used to be together with Urich for a while and he was most likely in his forties as he's been in the game of being a reporter for the daily Buggle for a long time.

so the age difference and likely the inexperience on Peter's part really does explain his shock and frankly, the more I think about it the weirder this scene is. it was also quite sudden, or well at least I didn't notice anything leading up to it. but maybe that was intentional to make the reader as shocked as Peter.

Then this scene here is also something that bothers me a bit. since Felicia is practically rejecting Peter after they slept together (something she initiated.) and I think that Peter obviously thought something more was going here, the boyfriend-girlfriend kind of thing. (wich is understandable considering he's around eighteen. really not mature enough to sleep with a woman in her thirties- forties) and then it just doesn't get mentioned again (as far as I know, I haven't read all the comics yet)

and also generally the age and maturity difference is really weird. peter is still in that exploring era of relationships while Felicia is already longer in it and knows things Peter doesn't. which is why, I think, that she rejects him and sends him home once the night is over. peter may have thought it was something more, maybe even wanted something more (once that initial shock was over) but it was obviously nothing more than a one-night stand for Felicia.

well, that's that for that particular ramble. I just realized how weird it is to ramble about this but it really interested me and I just to get it out somewhere (and where is better than Tumblr?)

so if you have anything to add, be sure to tell me! I'm always open to discussions and debates.

thanks for reading, have a nice day! :)

#peter benjamin parker #spider noir #felicia hardy #the black cat #analysis #or at least an attempt at analysis #this has been on my mind for too long #shower thoughts #i love felicia but this scene was a bit weird

[synthient]

til that the band that did "video killed the radio star" was called "the buggles" as a play on the beatles (specifically they were imagining an offbrand ai-generated version of the beatles from a future dystopia where all music is made by computers). also the song came out in 1979, which I would not have expected from how 80s it sounds, but I guess they helped launch and define The 80s Music Sound. also there was a Secret Third Buggle who wrote most of the song, but then left the band at the last minute to release his own competing cover that kind of sucked, thus missing out on being a one hit wonder with the other two buggles (though I think he still got songwriter royalties). That's your epic buggles lore for the day

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.       𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

remus lupin x animagus!reader

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

summary: you and the marauders become animagi for the first time and you manage to (not-so-subtly) crush on remus even while he’s a werewolf.

w/c: 5k

･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind head on the pillow, i could feel you sneaking in

you hadn’t spoken to remus since last week. it wasn’t like the months before, where you’d slowly but unintentionally distanced yourself from him in favor of the animagus potions; no, this time, it was he who took to avoiding you. the day after your argument, he caved into sparing you a few brief glances. but since then, he’d successfully managed to shut you out in every class, at every meal, and disappear from the library and common room.

it was torture.

“what’s the incantation again?” sirius mumbled to himself as he flipped through the pages of the book that had begun to eat away at you each time you saw it. the guilt had nothing to do with the fact that you’d stolen an official ministry document from the restricted section or that you were using it to do something very dangerous and illegal, but because it reminded you that you’d sacrified your relationship with remus by choosing to become an animagus.

sure, you were becoming an animagus for him. but it still took all your self restraint not to spit out the damn mandrake leaf every time you saw the devastation and betrayal crack through his straight-faced exterior. in the past three years you’d known remus, you’d never once fought like this. you didn’t fight, period. there were squabbles over the best muggle literature and who got the last copy of a library book and whether tea or coffee was the most complimentary for a reading session, but none of those lasted more than a few hours or a day at most.

so yes, you’d rather have a girl’s night with bellatrix lestrange than this—whatever it was.

“ah! amato animo… a tomato? atonement… animagus- huh?” james squinted at the instructional pages; the parchment was limp from the sustained humidity of the dungeons and the ink had slightly bled, so you couldn’t blame james.

oh, you could, actually. “merlin, james. gimme those-” you grabbed his glasses from his face and wiped the grime and condensation off with the sleeve of your robe. “there, better?”

james’ eyes buggled in astonishment. “loads! woah, i feel like i’ve gotten a whole new prescription!”

you grimaced. “y’might as well have… do you not clean your glasses, james?”

james shook his head and his curls bounced along. “no, why would i?”

you looked back at the parchment.

peter elbowed james harshly. “listen up, mate. it’s amato animo animato animagus, ‘right?” peter rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. “not any of that… tomato rubbish.”

“i figure we ‘ought to head up; i think the ceiling’s already beginning to leak.” sirius shuffled his belongings together and tucked them under his arm. “up and at ‘em, lads! and… lass.”

you waved him off. “nah, i figure i count as one of the lads now. i’ve seen all of you half naked, ‘cept for james, who was full naked. we’re forever now.”

your group ascended the stairs, footsteps and voices echoing off the stone walls. peter laughed heartily. “i think you’re right. you ‘oughtta be a full marauder, at this point.”

james nodded. “yeah, and you even know about moony’s furry little secret! plus, we’re breaking so many laws right now and become ani-”

sirius slapped the back of james’ head as you slammed your hand over james’ mouth. james cried out, the sound muffled by your palm.

“what was that for?” james sputtered, genuinely in pain.

“you are the worst at keeping secrets, james potter. remind me to never make you my secret keeper,” you groaned.

“hey, i’m not that bad!” peter snorted. “i’d rather have sirius as my secret keeper than james.”

you all looked at the boy thoughtfully. james nodded and shook his finger at peter. “let’s be honest, the only person we should trust with secret-keeping is peter. or moony, but he’s not here at the moment.”

“shush, we’re here!” sirius pointed his head at a large window facing the hogwarts grounds. from there, you could see the lightning storm tearing violently at the branches of the whomping willow.

“well, you all know what t’do.” james sat on the ground matter-of-factly and pressed the tip of his wand over his heart. “amato animo animato animagus… hello? get to it!”

you all followed suit, though peter was chewing his lip nervously. “is this gonna work? i mean, we only had one sunset between finishing the potion and the electricity storm so we never did a sunrise incantation… will that be enough? plus, we started the spell during the storm, so will that-”

“shut it, would’ya?” sirius grumbled. “we’ve got- holy shit!” sirius gasped. “i- i feel the second heartbeat!”

your eyes widened. “godric, we’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

james nodded numbly. “we’re in deep shit.”

--

“ready?” you asked, clutching the crystal phial that had once held your mandrake leaf and the moth chrysalis. it was now a thin blood red potion, enough for one mouthful.

“y-yeah,” sirius whispered, knuckles white as he gripped the fabric of his robes.

“i still think it’s a bad idea to do this in our dorm,” peter fretted, always the cautious one. “what if someone walks in?”

“that’s why we’ve locked the door, duh.”

“-or what if one of our animagus forms is a-an elephant, and we break everything?”

“that’s a problem for later-”

“or what if it doesn’t work and we get stuck in a horrible half-transformation forever?”

james grinned. “well, that’d certainly suck, wouldn’t it?” he uncorked his bottle and held it up in the air. “cheers, lads!” with one gulp, he’d swallowed the potion with confidence. nothing happened.

you and sirius looked at each other, eyebrows raised. taking a deep breath, you followed suit, downing the potion all at once. similarly, there was no change.

“oh! we have to do the incantation again…” you flipped through the book, skimming for any missed instructions. you grimaced. “ah, the book reads: you must show no fear. it is too late now, to escape the change you have willed.”

“on that cheery note,” james announced, pointing his wand to his chest once more, “amato animo animato animagus!”

at once, james let out a strained groan. “fuck, that’s killer!” he clutched his side.

you figured it was best to finish this quickly. “amato animo animato animagus,” you mumbled, bracing yourself for the incoming pain.

you now understood why so few people decided to become animagi. the gruelling preparation process aside, this was the worst pain you’d ever felt (and that you’d ever feel, you thought).

“does anyone else feel like they’re being barbequed alive or is that just me?” peter gasped.

“barbequed? you’re too white to have any barbeque seasoning… ah!”

“this is no time for joking!”

“it’s always time for-” james was abruptly cut off.

“what in godric’s name-” sirius sobbed through his pain, marveling at the stag that had taken james’ place.

of course james was the first to transform. he was always a bit of an overacheiver.

“ohh, i’m really feeling that double heartbeat now,” you panted, curled into the fetal position. james looked like he wanted to move over to you, but he knew better. peter was right—what if someone’s animagus was an elephant? james didn’t want to be in the way for that transformation.

“oh my go-”

when had the world become so small? everything had changed color… this was it. you were in so much pain that you were beginning to hallucinate; the next stage would be unconsciousness.

no, that wasn’t right. your nose twitched. why was your nose twitching? you couldn’t control it. god, the dorm smelled horrible. looking at your feet—well, they were no longer feet—you were confronted with the truth: your animagus was a rabbit.

a damn rabbit? you thought. why couldn’t i be something cool, like a bear? or a gryffindor lion? well, i suppose that wouldn’t be very inconspicuous… the marauders are going to tease me relentlessly for this…

you hopped—hopped!—towards your new and alarmingly large friends. sirius was a large black dog with long, coarse hair. he licked you eagerly, covering you in drool, and you wished that you were something larger so that you could bit him in retaliation. you felt humiliated as you leaned onto your haunches and cleaned your face in the way rabbits did—yes, the marauders weren’t ever going to let you live this down.

james the stag waved his head up and down like he was laughing. oh, how you wished you were a human so you could slap him. you’d have to settle for some angry foot stomping.

and peter… poor peter was a rat. a cruel part of you was delighted in peter’s unfortunate animagus form. it would take the ruthless commentary off of you.

but just like that, your fun was cut short. the doorknob was rattling aggressively, the noise only enhanced by your new senses. it seemed that sirius’ senses had also improved, as he seemed to panic as he sniffed the air. he growled lowly, slinking backwards until he was beside a bed and out of view from the doorway.

your ears swivelled and you caught a quiet voice. “alohamora.” it was then that you discovered a benefit to your animagus form: skittishness. your reflexes seemed to take over as you scurried ungracefully beneath the same bed that sirius was taking refuge behind. you couldn’t see much.

there was a bark. sirius’ bark. and then a loud clanging. and then a slam, followed by hesitantly approaching footsteps and a string of expletives.

it was remus.

“what. the. fuck.”

we can explain! you wanted to say, but another thing you discovered was that you couldn’t speak—not just in terms of human words, but you couldn’t bark like sirius or squeak like peter. so you thumped.

“did- did sirius put you in here? james? peter?” remus appeared to be going insane. “what was that? that noise?” he bent down to inspect the thump from beneath the bed and caught sight of a bunny rabbit, its bright eyes glowing back at him. his breath hitched in his throat.

“whaaaa- oh shit. there’s four of you. oh shiiiit.” remus pulled his head from under the bed and you wriggled towards him, following curiously. remus stepped backwards, appalled, pulling at his unruly hair which he’d stopped taking care of at the same time he’d stopped talking to you.

he rubbed his eyes. “no,” he whispered. “no, no, no.” remus turned around, left the room, and slammed the door behind him. you looked at peter, who was even smaller than you were, who squeaked a few times in response. james and sirius had yet to make much nose, which was smart—they didn’t want to draw attention from any other gryffindors.

the door flew open and remus entered once more, pointing a shaky, accusatory finger at the four of you. “i swear to merlin, i’ll kill you if you’re what i think you are. who i think you are,” he hissed.

your nose twitched aggressively as you shut your eyes, trying your best to transform back so you could defend yourself. you fell to your stomach, banging your cheek on the floor, as you returned to your human form. you thanked whoever created the rules of magic for allowing animagus transformers to keep their clothing.

“rem, please don’t-” you huffed, picking yourself up and rubbing your head. remus scrambled towards you, crouching down and pulling you into his arms wordlessly. caught off guard, you let yourself fall into his embrace, finding yourself surrounded by the scent that you’d missed for months. you buried your nose deeper into the crook of his neck. perhaps you were imagining it, but it seemed that you could smell more clearly even in human form.

remus stood, dragging you with him, and you stood in his arms limply, exhausted from the effort and extraneousness of the transformation. you wrapped your arms around his body, as he did yours, and closed your eyes. it was easy to pretend that three teenage boys were not currently in this room as illegally tranformed animagi while you were in the arms of your best friend, a werewolf, who you were madly in love with.

(the last part was a lie. you were very much aware that you were standing in remus’ arms.)

when james, sirius, and peter all became human once more, remus put his hands on your shoulders and walked you backwards so you could join the other marauders in their guilty little huddle.

“what have you done?” remus whispered, horrified.

you raised your hands in the air and shook them. “ta-da!”

it was very silent. to be fair, there wasn’t any precedent for “things to say after you went behind your best friend’s back and committed an extremely dangerous and illegal act in order to help him through a monthly werewolf transformation which is also dangerous and also most likely breaks many, many regulations.”

then sirius said. “in our defense-”

he only spurred on a panicked frenzy from remus. “merlin, how long- how did you- this is dangerous! and illegal! and- why would you- damn it, does this have something to do with me being a w- with my condition?” he hissed furiously.

“no! well… yes,” peter admitted bashfully.

“i’m sorry! we were trying to help. we thought that being around animals could distract the werewolf from hurting itself, and we’d be safe since we’re not human,” james hurriedly explained. “and we were careful and hey, it all turned out okay, right? no weird human-animal horror hybrids!”

remus paced, gnawing anxiously on one of his knuckles.

“rem, we didn’t mean to-”

“and you told her!” he snarled, pushing you aside and going straight for james. there was no logical sense to it—james wasn’t the only one who told you about the plan. “you fucking told her! i asked for one thing-”

“technically it was like, three things-”

“and you- damn it!” remus gasped for breath, dragging his hands down his face.

“‘tell her?’ tell who, me?” you interjected. “the fuck were you thinking; keeping secrets from me? i’m the one who bloody found this out in the first place! why are you talking about me behind my back?” you scoffed. “what, do you think i’m not man enough to handle whatever it was that you talked about?”

remus grabbed your shoulders once more, shaking you slightly. “i don’t want you involved in this! i don’t want you here!” he looked distressed. “that’s not what- no, i don’t want you to put yourself in danger because i knew my idiot friends were going to try something! i care about you too much to- merlin, you shouldn’t have.” then he ripped his hands from you like he’d burned himself.

“you don’t care about us?” sirius pouted, trying to lighten the mood.

“how did you even pull this off?” remus sat on his bed, defeated. “i mean, when did you even have time for this? how’d you even know how to?”

you pursed your lips to hide your smug smile. “i raided the restricted section,”

“you mean we-”

“and the potions closet, and got access to the dungeons…”

peter chimed in excitedly. “and i stole- got the phials, and the moth chrysali—don’t even ask—by the way, and sirius… held the map, and james… was our team leader. isn’t that right, james?”

james nodded.

remus buried his face in his pillow, trying to remain quiet as tears stubbornly forced themselves out of his eyes. he hated his friends. he hated their recklessness and stupidity and outrageousness. but most of all, he hated that he loved them.

“we only did it for you, moony.” james looked over at remus sadly, trying to gague his state.

remus hiccuped. “i’m a monster. i just- i don’t understand why you’d-”

you rushed to remus’ side, perching yourself on the edge of his mattress and laying a hand on his head, stroking his hair. “i’d- we’d do anything. anything for our moony.”

--

you were back by that window, the one where you and the marauders and uttered the animagus incantation. there was no storm this time, and the branches of the whomping willow almost seemed relaxed as they drooped loosely, allowing themselves to sway with the wind. there was an odd semblance of peace.

you jumped slightly as remus placed a hand on your shoulder. caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t heard him arrive.

“sorry,” he muttered. he looked out the window with you.

hit by a stroke of bravery, you brought your hand up to cover his, coaxing it off your shoulder. you let his hand fall to his side, where you tangled his fingers in yours. it was nice, albeit a little uncomfortable. his hands were much larger than your and your fingers didn’t quite fit together.

“the full moon’s tonight.” you sighed heavily. “shouldn’t you be resting?”

“i’m alright. i’m used to it.”

“you shouldn’t be. you shouldn’t have to get used to- all of this. i wish you didn’t have to- to suffer.”

remus smiled sadly, turning to look at you. “i wish that too.”

you looked down at the ground. “me and the boys are going to come with you tonight,” you stated. there was no room for questioning.

“what?”

you lowered you voice. “after pomfrey brings you down to the shack, we’re going to sneak out and meet you there. we’ll be in our animagus form before you transform. that way, you don’t have to be alone.”

“have you lost it?” remus laughed incredulously. his hand broke free from your so he could cup your cheeks softly. “no, you’re not.”

“we’re not, or i’m not?” you murmured. “i know you think differently of me. but i don’t want you to. i’m not- not weak, or naive, or helpless, remus. i’m just as good as the other marauders.”

“no, i don’t think that of you. quite frankly, i think you’re stronger and cleverer and better than all of them combined. i just don’t want- i couldn’t handle it if you got hurt. especially if it was because of me. i-”

“moony, you would never hurt me. i know you wouldn’t; there’s no hesitance in my heart. and i’m a rabbit,”

“yes, you’re a rabbit, do you not see how-”

“i’m a rabbit, which means i’m fast. i can get away if i really need to—which i won’t, because you’re not going to hurt me.”

“how do you know that? how can you be sure?”

“let’s say i’ve done my research. i did check out that book, remember?”

--

“don’t come near me with your damn prongs!” sirius laughed, pushing james’ head away as he pretended to butt into sirius’ chest with the crown of his head. the four of you had yet to transform, still reviewing the logistics in the boys’ dorm.

“prongs! i like that.” you declared. “i think we all need code names. moony has one. james can be prongs.”

“hey, that’s not nearly as cool as moony!”

sirius snorted. “peter should be wormtail. the first thing i saw when he was transformed was his tail, and i really thought his animagus was going to be a worm!”

it was peter’s turn to be outraged. “are you serious? that’s so-”

“‘course i’m sirius! i’m always sirius.”

“if we’re going by first impressions, i say sirius should be padfoot. i’m being ser- i’m not kidding, have you seen his paws? they’re like pillows; mine are perfectly normal, thank you,” you sniffed.

“alright, and what’ll you be?” 

james gestured at you from head to toe. “hopper.” he declared.

“i’ll take it! y’know what, i’ll take it.”

“‘right then, folks! we better get going. have you got the map?” james dug through a heap of junk.

“we finished it?” peter questioned.

“yeah, hopper helped with the dungeons area. we just gotta seal it later.”

“wait a minute, how come you get to be hopper and i’m wormtail?”

sirius held up the parchment triumphantly. “found it! i also found dog treats. who got dog treats?”

“that would be me,” you snickered, finding yourself very funny. “the house elves helped.”

you’d only figured out the travel strategy yesterday, and in hindsight, you should’ve practiced. the invisibility cloak was draped over james’ antlers with peter in between each one, and sirius stood by james’ side while you balanced for dear life on sirius’ back. it was much more difficult for you to cling on than it was for peter. you’d tried being down on the ground, walking alongside sirius and james, but you had gotten too close to being stepped on for your comfort.

peter had wanted to travel as humans and transform outside, which you vehemently opposed. it was safer to become animals in the privacy of a dorm room rather than on open grounds. you thought it was a bit unfair that peter, who had an easier time being on james’ back than you on sirius’, was so adamant about “convenience.”

it was a clear evening. you’d always enjoyed astronomy, but since discovering remus’ condition, looking at the moon had only brought dread upon you. you figured it must be a lot worse for remus.

you’d found that, in animal form, there was some primitive way you could communicate. you found it secretly preferable to normal communication with the marauders. there was no nuance or room for jokes, only barks with general meanings and vague symboling. it was effective, timewise.

“hurry up!” prongs nudged his head forward, almost sending wormtail flying.

“merlin, we’re trying!” padfoot whined. “i’m carrying a bloody rabbit on my back, so would you give it a sec?”

you pawed at sirius’ head. “i’m not that much of a burden! do you know how hard you’re making this for me? i’m on the verge of slipping off at every turn!”

“would you all shut it? i’ve gotta get past the whomping willow,” wormtail squeaked. he scurried to the base of the willow with the nimbleness that only a rat could process and pressed his tiny hand to a special spot on the bark. its defensive branches went limp, and the three of you pushed forward.

you jumped from padfoot’s back, scrambling to land properly. your rabbit body abilities weren’t very natural to you.

“moony!” padfoot barked. there was a flicker of recognition in remus’ eyes, though for the most part, they were clouded in discomfort. the four of you shifted back to your human forms, hoping to comfort remus before his full moon transformation.

“remus?” you whispered, so quietly that it oculd be mistaken for a breath. you crept towards him, who was curled into himself in a corner of the room. “remus, it’s going to be okay. we’re here!” you tried to lift his spirits.

remus shook his head. “i’m scared,” he confessed shakily. “if anything happens to you…”

“we’ll be alright, moony.” peter smiled reassuringly. the wonderful thing about peter was his ability to empathize with everyone. he had a way of calming his friends down during their lowest moments. “and if anything goes wrong, we know to leave immediately,” peter promised.

remus nodded, eyeing the ground warily. “you should probably turn again. it’ll be anytime now.”

within moments, remus was surrounded by four animals once more. you still weren’t used to being so small as a rabbit. you nuzzled against remus’ thigh, rubbing the side of your face against the fabric of his pants affectionately. remus smiled sadly, using two fingers to scratch behind your ears. you cooed.

there was a sudden snapping and remus inhaled sharply. he was beginning to transform. you backed away quickly, as did the other marauders, and watched as remus began the painful process of becoming a werewolf. you didn’t bother looking—it felt voyeuristic; wrong. there was nothing you could do to cover the sound of remus’ bones breaking, his well-worn clothing ripping and tearing, and the cries of pain that already began to sound like howls.

you wished you could cry yourself. unfortunately, the best you could do was stomp your feet and grind your teeth (which you did, violently).

for all that remus described himself to be as a werewolf, you found him startlingly beautiful. before you was a wolf, larger and slightly lankier than normal, that was distinctly remus. he had the same opalescent green eyes, the same mysterious and confident composure, and the same quiet curiosity. this was not a monster or a creature meant to kill. this was remus lupin at his most vulnerable.

padfoot whined lowly. “moony, y’alright?”

moony seemed startled; not threatened, but rather emotional. “i’m alright.”

“hell yeah!” prongs waved his head around excitedly, forcing padfoot to skirt out of the way to avoid his wild antlers. “this is so cool!”

“speak for yourself,” wormtail squeaked. “i’m still motion sick. moony, do y’know how we got here? i rode on prongs’ bloody head, like ratatouille!”

“what’s a ratatouille?” prongs and padfoot were equally puzzled.

you and wormtail shared a look that only non-pureblooded folk could understand. “don’t even worry about it. that movie won’t be released until nearly three decades later, and you’ll all be well and dead by then. let’s just move on.”

“can i come closer, moony?” you tilted your head, one ear sticking up quizzically. moony huffed in affirmation.

“it’s me! can you tell?”

“i can.” moony seemed amused. “you’re just as annoying as a rabbit as you are a human.”

you thumped in displeasure. “you git. i didn’t carry a mandrake leaf in my mouth just for you to insult me.”

prongs grunted. “you are quite funny, hopper. have you seen her binky yet? it’s so embarrassing.”

you thumped a few times more. “yeah? says the one with the death contraption on his head! plus, all you can do is grunt like a caveman. i didn’t realize it was possible for you to get any dumber.”

padfoot barked madly. “merlin, i love this. i’m the only one who can make actual sounds.”

wormtail scratched the floor angrily. “don’t rub it in, padfoot. or i’ll bit you and give you rabies.”

“i don’t think that’s how it works,” prongs corrected.

“it’s nice to see that you’re all just as insufferable as animals,” moony snorted, beginning to pace restlessly around the shack. “it’s too cramped in here. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“couldn’t be me,” wormtail gloated. “perks of being a rat, i s’pose.”

“oh, shut it wormy. i’ll have padfoot eat you.” you threatened.

padfoot cringed. “absolutely not!”

“what, so you don’t think i’m tasty? i’m offended by that, you know.”

“hey, do you want to be eaten? ‘cause i-”

“can you all shut it?” prongs hooved the wooden flooring with a loud scrape. “you’re stressing moony out.”

prongs was right—moony was beginning to scratch at himself again, only able to entertain himself with your animal antics for so long. you leaped towards him frantically, and moony froze. he brought his face down to yours very slowly, like he was scared to hurt you. you could feel his warm, damp exhales puff through his nose and onto your face. there was fear in moony’s eyes as he examined you, so fragile in comparison to his powerful, muscular build.

“don’t be so egotistical, moony,” you scoffed. you found that reverse psychology type tough love was the only thing that would get through to remus when he thought he didn’t deserve kind words. “you’re not special. hell, i’m loads better than you. watch this.” you spun in circles as you became a blur in front of moony’s eyes.

moony vocalized what sounded like a laugh. “c’mere,” he probed, inviting somebody else closer for the first time. “let me see you.”

“i’m quite pretty, aren’t i?” you bragged. “very cute, if i say so myself.”

“precious,” moony agreed. “you’re my little treasure.”

you wanted to kiss him right then and there. you were his treasure. you discovered another downside to your animagus form: you had no lips to kiss with. you settled for a lick.

“did you just… lick me?” moony teased, lifting the paw you’d licked curiously.

“so what if i did?” you countered, thumping, thumping, thumping as you’d learned was the best way to communicate your annoyance. the boys were annoying you a lot today.

“merlin, we should call you thumper instead.” wormtail chirped.

“hey, i want a kiss!” padfoot ran over, tongue lolling, and covered you in slobber as he repeated his minstrations from the first transformation. he did the same to moony, who pushed him off seconds later.

“i’m disgusting!” you whined, rubbing yourself against moony’s legs. “ew, you’re so gross, pads!”

“hey, where did those names come from anyway?” moony allowed himself to lay on the ground so you’d be able to wipe yourself off on him better.

prongs trotted over, careful not to impale anything. “you got a cool name, so we wanted ones for ourselves. d’you like ‘em?”

moony dipped his head in approval. “very fitting. though i think i prefer love over thumper, though,” he cooed.

you preened. “i love you too, moony.” as if on instinct, you stood on your hind legs and lifted yourself to the underside of moony’s head, where you rubbed your chin on the fur there. 

wormtail, padfoot, and prongs gave each other indecipherable looks. wormtail spoke first. “did you- did you just scent him?”

“what does that even mean?” you denied.

“yeah, we’re just affectionate, s’all.” moony added.

“good godric, i’m tired. is anybody else tired?” you whined, stretching your body until you were very flat and long. 

moony nudged you with his nose affectionately. “go to sleep, little one. the others will wake you up when it’s time to go.”

so you closed your eyes, curled up against the warmth of moony’s chest, feeling his heart beat steadily against your body—the body you’d sacrificed months of time for in order to be here with him.

･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

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[hezzabeth]

This part of the story contains a musical number! I actually can’t write music so I just came up with lyrics, maybe some magical day I will find someone who can actually write the melody.

The Duke was waiting outside, his electronic eyes faintly glowing in the darkness. Most of the extended Bun family had packed up and left once Mrs. Bun declared that the kitchen was shut. Only a few close relatives remained, quietly playing Buggle on Down outside the main cottage.

“So, are you going to explain what's going on, or am I going to have to fry your circuits?" Revati asked.

“If you fry me, you'll get arrested for murder and political assassination; AI consciousnesses are legally recognized as people, IO," the Duke merely replied.

"Fine! A beer for me, a mushroom coffee martini for you, and this robot can just wait for the sun to come up or explain everything now," Bridgadeiro conceded, referring to Revati's favorite drink.

"Okay, I will explain it all, in private, in a room," the Duke said, his eyes darting about.

"The back shed, then," Bridgadeiro conceded.

The back shed smelled of fertilizer and rotten food. Spiderwebs clung from the rafters, and farming tools lay abandoned on the dirt. The only light came from the Duke's eyes.

"As you know, I'm the Duke of IO, but I'm also the son of the Chakravarti of Mangalrajya," he said, and Revati snorted with incredulous laughter.

"You're the son of an evil hair dryer that rules my parents' country?" she had to ask.

"Yes, and my mother was the Duchess of Io," the Duke explained.

"I'm sorry, but how is that even possible? An appliance can't have an actual baby with a human being," Revati pointed out.

"I don't understand how all the science works! My father just created a hybrid of his consciousness with my mother's DNA, then he added a bunch of electronic upgrades," the Duke explained.

"And why would he do that? The Chakravarti hates humans," Revati said, and the Duke rolled his eyes.

"My dad doesn't hate humans! Do you hate that coffee you're chugging down? He sees humans as fuel," he said and then he shrugged, his eyes trailing to the floor.

"He wanted to create a form of fuel directly linked to his consciousness, a fuel that never rebels," he replied.

"You seem to be rebelling right now," Bridgadeiro remarked.

"I didn't before I met Dityaa; I followed every directive in my head," the Duke replied. Revati merely rolled her eyes with annoyance.

"And let me guess, the power of love set you free?" She sneered.

The Duke grabbed Revati's hand, his cold fingers touching her bangle.

"Yes," he merely replied, and the bangle felt warm against her skin.

"You don't have to believe me; I just sent you several sections of my data logs! My power is running low; I need to enter sleep mode until sunrise," he replied, and suddenly his glowing eyes switched off.

"Are you going to read the data logs?" Bridgadeiro asked.

"Of course I am! But not in here; spiders," Revati grimaced.

Here's the corrected version of the passage:

Bridgadeiro led Revati down a stone path and into the cottage. Bridgadeiro's father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a glowing screen.

"I'm sorry about disrupting your party, Mr. Bun," Revati apologized.

"Oh, that wasn't the Apple party! That was just dinner. Besides, we've seen way worse! Last year, Pecan blew up two travel carts," Mr. Bun said, barely looking up.

"I'm taking Revati upstairs to my room," Bridgadeiro said, steering Revati away by her shoulders.

"Don't let your mother know she's sleeping in your bed," Mr. Bun said vaguely.

"Is your mother old-fashioned? My Nanni is," Revati admitted.

"No, she's just convinced my bed causes people to get severe spinal injuries," Bridgadeiro explained as he led Revati up a set of creaky stairs.

Bridgadeiro opened the only door in the narrow hallway, revealing an attic bedroom.

"It's a bed," Revati said.

It was a bed, a normal blue-sheeted bed. Next to it was a bedside table with a small bonsai plant covered in tiny pea-sized fruits.

"Yes, my parents, of course, sleep in gel-lined quartz pods," Bridgadeiro replied, and Revati slowly walked into the room, examining it from all angles.

"And you sleep in here?" Revati asked, her eyes falling on one of the walls.

"Amongst other things," Bridgadeiro replied as Revati shrugged her backpack off.

It was covered in the glowing lights of a standard-issue information screen. Revati had never owned one before, but she had seen them occasionally. It appeared that the last time Bridgadeiro had been in his room, he was sketching.

"You drew a picture of me," she said, gesturing to one of the drawings.

"I don't have any pictures of you," he admitted.

"You made me too pretty; my nose is bigger," Revati said, cocking her head to one side.

"Not all of us are as gifted as you when it comes to sketching," Bridgadeiro shrugged, sitting down on his bed.

"I'm still annoyed that Amma showed you those drawings I did when I was fourteen," Revati admitted.

"She was just a proud mother; she said she wishes you kept up with it," Bridgadeiro replied.

"Really? She was always telling me she wished I'd draw pretty things... not scenes from the murder mystery books in the gift shop," Revati replied as she rubbed the bangle on her wrist.

"You just need to hold your bangle up to the wall," Bridgadeiro said helpfully, and Revati held her bracelet up.

"New communication device detected, would you like to pair?" The screen asked in a dull neutral voice.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," Bridgadeiro said.

"You call your screen sweetheart?" Revati had to ask as the entire contents of her bangle lit up on the wall.

"Yes; what if it achieves sentience someday? If I'm nice to it, then it will be nice to me! Oh, let's look at your photo roll," Bridgadeiro said eagerly.

The contents of Revati's bracelet, of course, consisted of her camera. It also held her mother's bank credit statements, Revati's health stats, and her collection of true crime books.

"No, I'm checking the recent shared files! We can look at blurry pictures of your feet later," Revati replied.

"Fine, open up recent shared files," Bridgadeiro sighed.

"Which recent file?" The screen asked.

"I don't know! The most recent one!" Revati sighed with frustration.

Suddenly, a transparent version of Duke of Io appeared in the bedroom, causing Revati to jump back with surprise.

"Data log day 6939: Best Birthday ever," the image of the Duke said, and suddenly the room filled with triumphant music.

"Oh, he records his logs like a musical! Come sit with me; this should be fun," Bridgadeiro said, patting the bed next to him.

Revati sat down next to him, and as she did, the hologram that seemed to be waiting for something began to sing.

"On the moon of IO, dark and sleek

Lives a cyborg duke, unique and chic.

I'm half-man and half-machine, I have noble flair,

And today on my birthday, joy filled the air!" He sang, raising his arms.

The screen on the wall wavered, transforming into a scene showing a ballroom filled with decorations and dancing couples with mint green skin.

"Celebrate, celebrate, with gears and lights,

Cyborg duke, shining bright!

Dance and laugh, in the neon glow,

Happy birthday, let the circuits flow!" The dancers suddenly sang in perfect unison.

"I mean it's good, but it's not the android of music good," Bridgadeiro remarked.

The music suddenly grew fainter, and the Duke held a hand to his chest.

"My birthday is the one day of the year that my father descends from the heavens and acknowledges my existence!" The Duke smiled, and suddenly a hologram of a hairdryer with a crown glued to its head descended from the ceiling.

"Oh, father! Dear father! How I adore these moments with you! All year I wait and hope to see the noble slope of your metal nozzle," The Duke sang.

"Do you really think he hopes for that?" Revati asked.

"Shhhh! They're having a singing conversation," Bridgadeiro hissed back.

"My son! My prodigy! Made of wires and blood! On this most auspicious day, you will receive your very first job," the hairdryer sang in a deep breathy voice.

"Oh, this most auspicious day, you will recover your very first job!" Sang the dancers.

The Duke of IO turned away from the hairdryer as if facing an audience he could only see.

"Some days, oh, some days, the world starts to shift! Daily patterns fall away as your destiny is revealed, and it's time to embrace who you are," the Duke sang wistfully, and then he spun around, facing the hairdryer again.

"What's the job, father? Will I be ruling one of your outposts? Will I be leading an invasion into a rebel camp?" He asked.

"Eight years ago, the treacherous lost princess created a weapon so bleak! Hidden away, it grew and festered, waiting to break free! The weapon is inside a girl, a simple weak girl! You are to find her! You are to destroy her!" Sang the hairdryer.

"Dityaa!" Revati sat bolt upright.

"We have finally traced this blight! This monster in the dark! You must travel to far-off Mars and seduce it, then destroy it, freeing us once and for all," the hairdryer sang.

"Seduce it? Kill it? But you said she's a human girl like me?" The duke asked, and suddenly the tempo of the song changed.

"I understand, my dear electronic boy, that existence can be confusing. The blood in your brain is driving you insane; you sadly get that from your mother," the hairdryer sang.

Here's the corrected version of that passage:

"But don't forget, never forget you are more than the genes in your hair," the hairdryer sang, and the dancers at the ball moved behind the hairdryer, now all inexplicably holding appliances.

"Don't forget, never forget. You're not human. You're more than human. You are blood, wires, and starlight, created to save us all. Don't be sentimental! Your life is so experimental! You're not human, you're more than human, and you will outlive us all," the hairdryer sang, and Bridgadeiro clapped.

"What? I'm really enjoying this hairdryer character! He is such a fun villain," Bridgadeiro said.

Here's the corrected version with improved spelling and grammar:

"He's a real person; he's responsible for the death of millions," Revati reminded Brigadeiro.

"Oh, well then, having him be the villain in this musical seems like poor taste," Brigadeiro confessed.

"End of log 6939," the duke said with a bow.

#comic #nanowrimo2023 #nanowrimo #science fiction #life on mars #speculative worldbuilding #speculative fiction #saying farewell to armageddon

[batboymunson]

can we get an imagine about the reader showing eddie more vibey indie music so when they hang out it isn’t all loud and intense music

<3 ur the best

video killed the rockstar || e.m.

❀ synopsis; although you loved eddie and what made him who he was, sometimes his music wasn't fitting the mood

❀ word count; 401

❀ warnings; n/a! enjoy some happy eddie because that's what we all deserve

❀ notes; i need me some cute and happy eddie imagines, if any of you know some please link them and i will stockpile and obsess for the next few business days <3 but ty for requesting!! i hope you enjoy this!!

"ALRIGHT, LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON the road!" Excited, Eddie clapped his hands together and rummaged through the backpack he had on his lap. "Let's see what I have here. . .Metallica, Black Sabbath, whatcha wanna listen to?"

You drummed your hands on the steering wheel, pulling out of his neighborhood and onto the main road. "Maybe we could listen to one of my tapes this time? We have a bit of a drive ahead of us and I don't think I can handle my ear drums getting blown out this early in the morning."

Eddie put his hand over his heart, feigning shock to pull a laugh out of you, which it did. "Fine, I see how it is. Go on, grace me with your subpar music taste."

You laughed and fiddled with the tape player, head bumping to the beat of your latest "drop everything and dance around the room" song, The Buggles' Video Killed The Radio Star as it poured through the speakers.

Eddie grimaced and sunk into his seat as you jammed out, rolling down your window and taking in the morning breeze. You reached out to take one of his hands like the two of you always did while driving and he reluctantly slid his in yours while you belted out the chorus.

"C'mon, loosen up Munson!" You smiled and squeezed his hand. "This is just one of many different songs I put on this tape!"

Eddie smiled, your joy infectious. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

You went to reply when the song ended only to be followed by Tears for Fears. Excited, you quickly turned the volume up and looked at Eddie, who was already staring at you like you put the stars in the sky.

"So, when can I put my tapes in?" Eddie joked, rolling down his window to join in bathing in the morning as Hawkins whizzed past the two of you in a blur.

"When I say so," you quipped. "You're enjoying this, too, don't lie to me!"

"I'd rather be caught dead before admitting to that."

"Then it's our little secret," you replied, taking your eyes off the road for a second to wink at him. "Eddie the Metalhead likes something besides metal."

Eddie squeezed your hand once, twice, three times. I love you. "Tell anyone - especially the pipsqueaks - and you lose all music privileges."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4

[locitapurplepink]

Taglist : @aintinacage , @trapezequeen , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @fulltimecatwitch , @kanerallels , @commander-tech , @thebadbatch2022

#star wars #star wars resistance #Youtube #buggle's day out #the rematch #sw resistance #star wars resistance shorts #star wars polls #sw resistance round 2 #round 2b

[de-constructmybones]

Shuffle your repeat playlist and post 10 songs and tag people.

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Tagged by the amazing @outcastpack and @wolfboy88 :)

This is such a mess but I think I got great taste.

No presssure tags: @transdunbar @thiamsxbitch @chasing-chimeras @ksbbb @hemlocksandfoxgloves @disasterpenguin @mmoosen @bendystrah

#i just vibe

[louisironson]

is What a Tangled Webshow We Weave your Carly crossover. genius. (even if it isn’t still genius)

ding ding ding What A Tangled Webshow We Weave is indeed my frasier/icarly crossover spec script that’s basically like “what if we shifted the timeline of both shows just a little so they overlap” because they both take place i the seattle entertainment industry, frasier in the dying medium of talk radio and icarly in the then-new medium of the internet web show. alongside frasier’s fears of becoming irrelevant in the entertainment landscape, we also have niles who is either about to become or recently is a brand new parent (again, shifting the timelines of both shows) and is trying to figure out how to relate to children in order to be a better father (something which seems to come far more easily to daphne).

basically i want frasier to embarrass himself in public, where someone records it on their phone’s camera (they have cameras now! imagine that!) and sends it into icarly. frasier faces ridicule but when they invite him onto the show, he decides he does have a point to prove to the youth (also, niles and daphne and roz and kenny would love it if they could have cred with the respective children in their lives pleaseeee).

i also want a plot where frasier finds out that freddie’s mom (mrs. benson, not lilith) is a big fan and goes on a date with her to try and get his embarrassing footage taken off the internet. unfortunately he realizes too late that she’s the nightmare caller who’s been plaguing his show all episode. full circle, baby!

NILES: Well, she loves Daphne. And who could blame her? Daphne knows how to talk with her—what I can't figure out is how she already knows so much about all the right youthful novelties. Do you know that children these days are watching live video broadcasts via internet?

FRASIER: They call them "webcasts".

NILES: Oh, now suddenly you know all about them? (unbelievably forlorn) Is everyone cooler than I am?

FRASIER: Oh, Niles, you should have reached a conclusion on that query when you tried to start “Etiquette Club” in junior high. Or, at the very least, twenty seconds ago, when you said "youthful novelties". No, it's because they're apparently the reason our listenership has been low as of late.

NILES: How tragic to have one's downfall foretold by a group called that called itself "The Buggles".

wip title tag/ask game

#asks #kingofbackpain #frasier

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 3. High School Never Ends

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 2,243

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

What had you done to piss the universe off so badly? As you tried to enter school you were halted by a teacher that you didn't even recognize.

"And why may I ask are you skulking around here?" She drawled, standing to block you from getting past.

"Excuse me ma'am but I need to..." You tried to sidestep her but she moved back into your path.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a reason for being late?" She was obviously not interested in whatever answer you were planning to give. She was already pulling out a notepad and pen.

"I slept through my alarm." You lied.

"Do you understand how many times I hear that excuse in a day?" She sighed dramatically as you watched her write out a detention slip. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her attitude. "I hear it every day from attempted skippers." She sneered accusingly before placing a one-day detention slip in your hand. "Now get to class." She ordered, waving you off.

"Ma'am I didn't even-"

"Talk back and you're getting another day."

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Yeah, needless to say you walked to class with a two-day detention slip in hand. Thankfully your punishment didn't start until tomorrow which left you at least a day to come up with an excuse for your maternal guardian. You trudged into Biology class and quietly made it to your desk. Listening to the random flow of conversation among your peers was entertaining. The main topic today was your up-and-coming group project, something you had heard about already. The reason it seemed to be so interesting was that the teacher was assigning partners randomly.

With your recent luck.... you could totally see this was going to end well for you.

The teacher had everyone take their seats, and went over details for the project again. Most of your fellow students were just waiting in anticipation for their group members to be announced. He listed off several people's names, often they were followed by groaning. From what you could gather he paired people who would otherwise never interact.

"Y/n Jones you'll be with Blake Greenmin, Timothy Buggles, and Vita."

Yep, people who you would otherwise not volunteer to work with. You weren't friends with them, but you were intimately aware of their reputations.

Blake Greenmin for example. An incredible student known for his near flawless grades. (At least to the teachers) Everyone in the student body knew that he sold answer sheets for homework, tests, quizzes, and even exams in the boys' bathroom. The one thing nobody could figure out was how he always managed to get the sheets without staff noticing. He also had a nasty habit of being late to classes, resulting in frequent detention. You were 99% sure you'd be joining him there tomorrow. When you looked over to his seat, he gave you a mocking wink and smile, you looked away with a groan. In your experience he was a self-centered prick. He loved messing with people for no discernible reason.

Timothy Buggles. He ran the music club. An average student, just a bit of a wallflower. You looked over to where he was sitting, he was quietly scribbling something in a notebook. You had actually didn't mind being paired with him in comparison to the other two. You'd worked with him before and found he was a reliable partner. Unfortunately, Tim was like you in many respects. He was marked a 'loner'. Sometimes when students were giving him trouble you would tell them to knock it off. Tim never asked you to do it, and he never talked to you after each ordeal. You could never tell if he appreciated you interfering or not.

Then there's Vita. Most teachers called him by his last name. Now that you were thinking about it, you didn't know his first name. Vita was a student that missed an inordinate amount of school. When you looked around, you found his seat to be empty. The times he did show up he scared people off. Many outlandish rumors surrounding him claimed he was a vampire or something. You weren't anticipating he'd be much help for this project.

You were expecting to start working immediately, but the teacher stopped everyone when there was a knock at the door. You were greeted by a pulling sensation; you couldn't place when but you had the inkling you'd felt it before. The teacher answered it and happily led in a familiar man.

"Everyone this is Mr. Kujo." He introduced the newcomer. "He's the marine biologist I said would be visiting us to teach about the recent fishing problem." You didn't remember the name but you instantly recognized the face. It was that guy you pulled out of traffic just yesterday. "You will most likely be seeing him around the school. Mr. Kujo is working with the science department to spread pollution and endangerment awareness."

Your teacher continued to drone on about your project and the marine biologist. All of the monotonous chatter left your mind to wonder off. You tried to figure out what that pulling sensation was, it wasn't your clothes or the chair, did it have to do with that stand thing? Before this morning you had no idea what your ability was called, but now you were curious beyond belief. You had so many questions about these so called 'stands'.

Your mind continued to generate questions surrounding this morning's incident and formulating educated guesses. This caught the attention of your teacher who noticed you distracted look.

"Y/n. Please pay attention in my class." You jolted from your daydreaming, immediately shooting a quick 'sorry' to him. A few students around the room laughed. You sunk into your seat and quietly wished for the school day to end.

The period did eventually finish, but only after a lecture boring enough to put the entire class to sleep. When the bell finally rang you started to move on to your next class. The hallways of the school filled with a hum created by many voices chatting at once. You were placing a book in your locker when two voices rose up above the normal volume.

"Buggles!" Someone roughly hit a locker near you. "What are you up to today?" The tone of this person was teasing, and blatantly meant to intimidate.

"N-nothing." Came a quieter voice. This one you immediately recognized.

"Oh yeah? Then what've you been writing in that notebook all day?"

You looked across the hallway to see your newly assigned project partners, two of them at least. Blake was leaning against a locker; Tim was hugging a notebook to his chest.

"Please. I don't want any trouble." Tim muttered, quietly shrinking underneath Blake's scare tactics.

"Give me that." Tim looked deflated as Blake snatched his notebook from him. You watched the interaction from the sideline before deciding to intervene. Blake had a big reputation, so usually people were hesitant to stand up against him. Students didn't pay any mind to the scene. They all just moved from class to class.

"We're supposed to be working together for the foreseeable future. Why don't we start our partnership on good terms?" You stood yourself between Blake and Tim. Blake gave a suave smile, turning on a more welcoming persona.

"My! Y/n, you make a wonderful point." Blake took a step closer to you. "We should try being friends. I guess I can start by giving this back." Blake held out the notebook, proceeding only to drop it at Tim's feet. "Woops." Blake then sauntered off down the hallway, chuckling as if what he had said was clever in some way.

Tim dejectedly picked up the book. He glanced at you before walking off to the opposite hallway. That left you alone. You weren't mad about Tim walking off or anything, you just wondered if he was okay. Ultimately there wasn't much for you to do about Blake, so you continued on your day as well.

The day ended after a few more grueling hours. When the dismissal bell rang you collected your bag and started your walk home. As you passed the courtyard of the school your 'fan girls' gawked and whispered to each other about you. Thankfully none of them followed you around today. After leaving the courtyard you were left to a quiet solitary walk, that is, before you got to the intersection. The light cleared people to walk but traffic continued to flow, you glared at the light, almost expecting it to fix itself if you did so.

A figure next to you started to step off the curb, you stuck your arm straight out to stop whoever it was from becoming roadkill.

"Hey watch it buddy!" A distinctly feminine voice growled. You looked over at the person, about to explain yourself, but you weren't faced with a tourist. No, you had seen this person very recently. "Oh! Y/n?" She was a bit shocked to see you but immediately the blonde gave a smile. "Hi! I didn't know you walk this way!"

"Umm. Hi?" You awkwardly looked up to see that traffic had stopped and motioned for Jaya to cross with you. When you both made it to the other side of the street you continued. "Of course I walk this way, I live right over there." You motioned to the bakery just up the street from where you were.

"Huh. Guess I didn't really register that yesterday!"

"You should really pay attention to that light. Everyone in the area knows what kind of a hazard it is. Are you new around here or something?"

"Sort of? Iv lived in town for a few months now. My brother usually takes me but, I just...had to start walking to school recently." A saddened expression came over Jaya's face. A silence fell between you two but it was soon broken by Jaya "So.... Are you like- okay?" She was eyeing you up and down. You knew what she was referring to. She was looking at the bandages peeking out from your jacket sleeve. You gave her a once over, she looked no worse for wear, especially considering she had almost been mugged. When you saw her forehead, you were perplexed. There was no bandage on it, and it looked almost completely healed. Maybe her cut was even shallower than yours? No. Something felt off about the fact there wasn't a scratch or bruise to be found on her.

"I'm fine, but how are you doing?"

"I got away ay-okay thanks to you. I more meant like are you...okay as in....."You gave her a questioning look. What was she getting at?

"I just said I'm fine." Jaya looked like she was biting back a question. She almost looked embarrassed. "If you have something to ask me spit it out. I don't bite."

"Are you like-... part of a gang or something?" Jaya blurted out. "Its not like I'm going to call the cops or anything! Its just, some people at school were talking about you. It sounded strange since you seem really nice." Jaya rambled on. "You also jumped directly into a fight which is kind of weird? Not that I'm ungrateful or anything! You really saved me back there. I-" She cut herself off when she saw your bewildered expression.

"No. I'm not in a gang, not yet at least." You actually laughed at the absurdity of the question. "Man do people at school love to gossip. Wonder what inspired that one." Jaya was relieved that you weren't offended by the question. She had indeed noticed how opinionated her fellow students were. "As for the ordeal this morning... it was a bit of a fluke." You admitted, but you thought back to all the times you had seen people antagonize those weaker than themselves. To be frank it made you sick. "I took quite the beating but that's all right. I saw you in danger, and it was my decision to jump in. A truly good person has no fear when it comes to helping others. Those who watch and do absolutely nothing are useless. At least that's my take on it."

Jaya held back a laugh, poorly, before just letting it bubble past her lips.

"That's so cheesy!"

You rolled you eyes but agreed with her. It was defiantly an odd thing to say, and to a stranger no less. But it was indeed how you felt. You were always compelled to help people as if it was a deeply engrained part of you. Jaya's laughing halted when you both got closer to the bakery. She looked concerned.

"Did that guy get arrested?" Jaya was looking down the alley where you had left the mugger that morning.

"No......he uh got away." You explained, internally freaking out over the fact he disappeared. The fact he was gone was a good thing...right?

"Well, I guess this is your stop." Jaya remarked. "Guess ill have to be careful walking home with the guy still around."

"How far away do you live from here?" you asked. Jaya responded by pointing up the road to a massive apartment complex. "Why don't we walk to school together then?" Jaya lit up. It was never hard to make her happy about something, she seemed easily excitable.

"I'd love that!" Jaya waved as you entered the bakery. "See you tomorrow then!

"Yeah. Bye." You waved.

#adventure #anime #bizarre #fanfiction #foundfamily #genderneutral #genderneutral reader #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo #jojosbizarreadventure #jojosbizarreadventurexreader #platonic x reader #reader insert #reader x character #readerxvarious #xgnreader #x reader #platonic jojo's x reader #Poster_Addict #Alias-Sam

[burnt-scone]

10 Songs/10 People

Tagged by one of my most mutually interactive @ghostboyjules hi♡

1. Space Oddity by David Bowie, my most listened to song in 2021 & 2022 because just listen to it. Brain likey.

2. You Will Be Okay sang by Sam Haft for Helluva Boss, omfg they didn't have to go off like that. This song tickles the brain and is magic on the ears. I fear a reprise of this song.

3. Devil's Train by The Lab Rats, try not to walk in sync to it if you're walking, this song is fun on the ears.

4. High On A Rocky Ledge by Moondog, was introduced by Our Flag Means Death, and haven't gone anywhere without listening to it.

5. Exit Music (For Film) by Radiohead, have yourself a main character moment staring dramatically out a window or image your favorite traumatized character.

6. As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese, fun on the brain nice for late night car rides.

7. Hotel Service by Pit Bull, it was the song my Highschool Theatre Troupe listened to before and after everything. So it gets an honorable mention

8. Nineteen by Rob Araujo, heard this song at a party and instantly loved it, it sounds like the shades of lavender and sage

9. Enter Sandman by Metallica, funny story actually, one time I was listening to this in a Playlist I have and I paused it because I decided to listen to the radio and when it turned off it Enter Sandman right where I paused it. That was weird.

10. Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles, listen to this in the same Playlist as Enter Sandman. Fun fact: Hans Zimmer is the keyboard player, and it was this songs music video (first music video on MTV) that made him want to compose for film. I feel like Hans Zimmer will be on the same list as like Bach and Chopin one day.

I really just judge music on how it makes my brain feel, and if it makes me think up stories.

♡10 People♡

@wiremouth @biscuitbi @fishfingersandscarves @piss--enjoyer @frankly-alien @gaybeardthewise @ripkarl @twottie-m8 @kibsss @wizardofgoodfortune

#songs #10 songs 10 people #burnt-scone #SimpleAnarchy

[locitawritingsblog]

XS Randoms

Hi guys ! I write more randoms based one of my sw resistance fanfics from wattpad called Xiono Story. Happy reading.

Note : Ayumi is 14 years old (teenager)

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Torra's Gift

Kaz and Ayu recorded their video with Yeager's holo video camera in Ayu's bedroom.

"Hello everyone ! I'm Kaz and this is my beautiful daughter, Ayumi." He introduced as Ayu waving and smiling.

"Today is a very special day for Torra, your mom's birthday. Starcake, wanna tell them what are we working on ?"

Ayu told to the camera screen "So we had a sad news that our beloved family pet, Buggles passed away two weeks ago. It was so hard to take it, especially mom because she found him and take him to be a part of this family."

Kaz sighed "Yeah guys, Torra hadn't been out from the room for days. We're trying our best to help her through this so that's why me and Ayumi prepare something special for her. We'll pick our present and keep it down until the time's right. Wish us luck. "

"Wait, how did you get this ?" Ayu asked about the camera.

Kaz warned to be quiet "I'll tell you after I turn this video off."

They waved at the camera screen then Kaz turned off the camera.

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The party was going well. The entire family celebrated Torra's birthday. Torra had been a lot of presents while Neeku recording this moment. It was about Kaz and Ayu's turn to give their special present for her.

"Mom, we have something special for you. We know we had a hard time to take it. We really hope this will cheer you up."

Torra smiled and wondered what's inside the box. She was surprised that the box was shaked and barked which getting the others attention.

She opened the box and she was surprised and touched at the same time.

It was a white-blue dog jumped into her lap and licked her cheek. She chuckled "Aww, look at you, you're so cute."

She gave a dog a cuddle as her happy tears on her face.

"Aww, that dog look so cute." Neeku said as recording the moment.

"And look how happy she is." Tam responded.

Meanwhile Yeager said "Oh great, we have a new pet here." Venisa shook her head as staring at him "Just let them have this one, Jarek. I think it's worth it."

Captain Doza put his arm around his wife's shoulder "Try to take it easy with him like we did to Buggles." Yeager sighed and nodded.

"So honeylatte, what would you name him ?" Kaz asked.

"Hmm... I think I'm gonna call him, Skydreamer." Torra replied.

Kaz was surprised by it as Torra told him "I know how much this name means to you, Kaz and I wanna anyone know that I have him from the people I love them."

Kaz was touched "Aww, thanks Torra."

"No, thank you, my love." They kissed each other.

Next, Torra took Ayu to have a family hug "You too, sweetie."

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Here it is. Hope you guys like this one.

I tag @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @tinysbandanadad and @tiny-badbatcher

#star wars resistance #sw resistance #star wars fanfiction #kazuda xiono #torra doza #neeku vozo #tam ryvora #jarek yeager #writing post #imanuel doza