#i'll probably add things onto this but! this is what we've got for now!

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three

chapter four | suede. stalking. silly.

his pov;

"Your wanted poster."

Those three words settled in my mind as I stared at the distraught girl in front of me, watching as she fumbled with her hands, a nervous exterior brushing over her. She seemed to be so horrified with the fact that I was once a pirate sought after by thousands- wanted dead or alive, though much preferred dead. Many still wanted me dead but due to my brilliant idea of hiding out here, the chance of anyone getting my bounty was thin. I, however, didn't see it being as much of a big deal as she deemed it so. The real issue I found was tucked away in one of the books within the nightstand which I was so fucking thankful she didn't find. I'd rather her not have been looking around but if she were to find one of the two? I was glad she found the poster.

I tossed another slice of apple into my mouth then set the knife down on the cutting board. I approached Y/N but instantly halted when I noticed how nervous and uneasy she was. "What's wrong?"

"H-How many people did you kill?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Does that really matter?" I asked, waving my hands up in the air to hopefully exaggerate my point. "It was almost a year ago."

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened!"

"I know, I know." Despite her discomfort, I took a seat next to her anyway. She tightened her arms around herself, almost to make sure there was as much distance between us without her actually moving. Clenching my jaw, I patted my hands upon my thighs. "I know it's a terrible thing, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's in the past and if I could go back and alter things, I would. Being a pirate was all I knew. My old friend was one, too. Then we separated onto different things and-"

"Did he kill people?"

"Lots of pirates kill people. It's part of the hype, ya know? It's very unlikely to raid another ship without there being any casualties. But I stopped because I got tired of it. I wanted something more."

"It's a pretty big bounty. I mean- come on, fifteen million berries?"

"Don't think about turning me in now," I chuckled, wanting to add a bit of lightheartedness to this unfortunate predicament.

"I'm not like that. I know I'm in need of money but-"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, come on. Give me some slack."

"Well, why exactly did you stop? Did you lose the thrill of stealing from others? O-Or did you get bored of killing innocent people?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "We've all done some shit we're ashamed of. We're humans. I did a lot of fucked up shit," I said as I pointed at myself. "But I changed that. I moved and let all that go. I left my crew, made someone else the captain, and abandoned ship. I left all of that shit behind and came here."

"But why?"

"If I say this, I'll probably make things worse but I don't want to lie anymore," I said as I laid back, folding my hands over my chest. I stared up at the ceiling. "You've obviously heard of the One Piece, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, I was one of those pirates absolutely obsessed with finding it. Fuck, I even dreamt about it. It was the only thing I truly desired in life. It was the only thing I thought about. Not riches, women, alcohol- just the One Piece. I was making somewhat decent progress but then I heard that a group of Straw Hats-" I grimaced at the thought. "-made off with the map which they stole from one of the Marine bases. I happened to track them down and I managed to steal the map from some kid named Monkey D. Luffy. But all good things must come to an end and I lost it. I was back to square one. And then I discovered his bounty was thirty million berries." I frowned then sat up, turning to face Y/N. "Can you believe that? Some newby pirate-wannabe received a bounty double my own! Seeing that brought me back to reality. So I dropped everything then came here."

"All because of him?"

I nodded my head. Just the thought of that kid irked me. There was no one, other than Shanks, who I despised more than my own self.

"So, yeah, I know what I did was fucked up. But there's a reason I'm here now. There's a reason I've given you so much. It's because I want to be a better person, maybe redeem myself for what I've done. And I can do that by helping you, by making your life a little less miserable."

"Do you pity me?" The girl asked, finally meeting my gaze.

"What?" I laughed, almost obnoxiously. "Of course not. If anything, I envy you."

"Me?" Y/N pointed at herself. "You envy me?"

"You have no bad conscience. You've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to make up for. You have a clean slate."

She shrugged, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Thank you."

"So, uh, do you hate me now?" I asked, forcing a frown to mimic a pouting child. She giggled at this and shook her head. I sighed in relief, wiping 'sweat' from my forehead. "Thank god. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you hated me."

"I knew you were a pirate but it's still shocking to learn about your past. It'll take me a bit to get used to it but I don't hate you."

"So, we're good?" I extended my hand.

"We're good." She shook it.

I felt as if a huge relief was lifted off my shoulders. And as long as she stayed out of the nightstand, there would be no more issues. But if I hid the book, then I would be even more safe. I pondered the possibilities before I watched as she rose from the confines of the bed and approached the counter. My eyes trailed down. The backs of her thighs were exposed and the shorts clung to her ass so divinely. I bit my lip and crossed my leg over my lap.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me," She mumbled as she started to chew on an apple, then began to cut into an orange. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Go ahead, shoot." As soon as she turned around, my eyes met hers and I smiled.

"Are devil fruits real? Or is that just an old tale? I've never seen one up close and I heard they cost a fortune, even for just one alone."

"They're real," I said with a small laugh. "I would know, I've eaten one."

Y/N nearly jumped before she darted over toward me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She still had a slice of half-chewed apple in her mouth which made her struggle to properly speak. "WHAT? You- NO! You didn't?!" She let go of my arms and instead planted her hands on my chest, shoving me back. I collapsed back against the bed, laughing. "You ate one?!"

"Years ago, when I was fifteen."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not. It was a mistake actually."

"What happened?"

I chuckled and pushed myself back up. "Give me an orange and I'll tell you."

If my reflexes weren't so quick, the fruit would've hit me in the face with how quick she threw it. But I caught it and began to pick apart the peel. "Easy, next time," I smirked and took a bite from it. "Well, when I was younger and was a pirate-in-training, the crew I was in raided this ginormous ship and hit the motherload. Not only gold and jewels and anything you could think of, but there was also a devil fruit. I found out how much they were worth and tried to steal it but I was caught in a predicament and I tried to hide it in my mouth."

"And?"

"I swallowed it whole."

She gasped, "And you're alive?"

"It doesn't kill you. It just takes your ability to swim when you're in the ocean, in salt water. It's like the sea turned its back on you."

"Did you get a power from it?"

I shrugged and winked at her, taking another bite. I licked the juices from my hand. "Guess."

"You can fly?"

"Ha! Nope."

"Read minds?"

"It's body-altering."

"Wait," The lovely maiden smirked, taking a seat on the bed. "Did it give you that red nose?" She snickered.

"Guess again," I said flatly, my expression turning cold as I stared at her. She gulped, clenching her jaw. I laughed and looked down at my lap, now using one hand to hold the orange. I continued to chew on it. But while she was distracted with her numerous attempts to guess what kind of body-altering power I had, I detached my left hand at the wrist. It floated behind the both of us and tapped on her right shoulder. Y/N jumped up, her head shooting to look at her side. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed together before she spotted my floating hand waving at her. She gasped and slapped it away. I broke out into a fit of laughter, my hand reconnecting to my wrist. "Impressive, huh?"

"You- what?" She was still flabbergasted.

"I ate the chop-chop fruit. It allows me to pretty much chop any part of my body. Like I can-" To avoid grossing her out, I chopped my left leg from my thigh instead of my head from my neck. She watched in amazement. I smiled at this. "I can disconnect anything from my body from my toes to my ears to my-"

"Even... ya know?"

I winked. "Oh, yeah. That, too."

"That's so cool. How come you haven't done it before around me?"

"I don't know. I just never found a reason to." Shrugging my shoulders, I allowed my leg to snap back. I continued to chew on the orange before finishing it and tossing the peel into a small bin to the left of the bedside table. Y/N finished hers as well. She wiped her hands down on her shirt.

"So, uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Do you think you and your mother will be okay?"

"Yeah. We fight all the time. Her drinking doesn't help."

I cringed. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's one of the reasons I hate it so much."

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. I knew I needed to cut back on it but it was something I've done for well over more than half my life. Though, I was destined to do it. Not only for myself, but for her, too. I'd do anything for Y/N. "So," I began, "what do you want to do today?"

"I need to go make up with my mother. That's a big to-do. I can't stand her ever being upset with me." The girl said as she stood up, slipping her shoes back onto her feet. "We can have dinner tonight if you want. Maybe you could meet her."

"Meet your mom?"

"Yeah, why not? She was wondering where all that money came from. She thought I stole it."

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not good with meeting new people."

"Will you, at least, consider it?"

"Sure," I smirked.

"Thank you." Y/N reached for the doorknob, giving it a strong and firm tug before it yanked open. A gush of cold wind washed over her, almost knocking her back. I tossed her my coat to which she whispered another 'thank you' then slipped it on. "I'll see you, Buggy."

"Bye," I murmured with a smile.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and pulled the drawer out from the nightstand, dropping it on the stone floor. I sorted through the numerous books and grabbed the novel I was so fucking thankful she didn't look through. As I opened the cover, the hollowed book had contents that almost spilled out. Papers among papers, among sketches fell out, wafting along the floor. Several notes about Y/N puddled on the floor. One, which was my favorite, was a letter I wrote to her- well, I refused to send it. If I sent it, any last fiber of my confidence would be crushed like a scrambled egg. My fingers lined the rigid edges as I unfolded it.

Messy paragraphs lined both the front and back of the page.

I smiled. How long ago did I write this? I haven't looked at it in so long. I usually added a sentence to it each time I saw Y/N, which is why it was so long. But I stopped pouring my thoughts and desires into it when I actually had the pleasure of speaking to her.

If she saw this, I would kill myself.

I'd purposely jump into the ocean with two anchors attached to my feet.

I looked over the first paragraph,

'I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat.'

I grimaced, cringing at what I was reading. Thank god, she didn't see this. I didn't even want to see this.

I tucked the papers back into the hollowed-out book, closing it. I slipped the other novels into the drawer then slid it into the nightstand. With the book of secrets, I needed to hide it somewhere she could never find it- where even I struggled to find it. I didn't want to throw it out for I would be completely discarding all of those moments we had together, although she couldn't reconcile them with me because at that time, I was nonexistent to her.

Maybe I could follow my own idea and form my own message in a bottle. I never mentioned her name, nor my own. To an outsider's perspective, it was anonymous.

I shook my head and slipped the book back into the bedside table. She wouldn't be back anytime soon so I had enough time to properly execute a fool-proof plan.

But right now?

I needed to go get another coat.

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her pov;

My mother and I resolved things, just like always. And when she caught wind of a pirate suddenly becoming very fond of me, she begged me to invite him over for dinner. I didn’t think that was the best of ideas. Going out to dinner? Sure! But to have him over? At our house? I cringed at the idea.

She fell ill months ago. Nothing too major, but ever since she’s gotten better, she despises leaving the house and even made me bring her bed downstairs so she could sleep next to the kitchen just in case she had a hankering for something to eat. It was ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn’t just tell her no. She was my own mother. While I was old enough, I definitely wasn't going to willingly disobey her.

She persisted that I go and grab Buggy so we could have him over for dinner, while I insisted we all go out to eat. She hated the idea and told me that it was her house, her rules.

I grimaced at the thought.

Now, I was just outside Buggy's home, knocking on the stone door. I hoped he was home, though there was no possibility of me being able to ask him prior to my arrival. I knew he was busy. He was a very busy man. I was surprised he made time for me.

With another knock, another silence fell. I groaned and backed up.

My eyes trailing down, I stared at the doorknob and chewed on my bottom lip. He wouldn't care if I waited inside, right? We trusted each other. He knew where I lived and I knew where he lived. As far as I knew, he never crossed any of my boundaries and I definitely didn't cross any of his- well, except for maybe 'snooping' through his nightstand.

Without thinking too much more about it, I grabbed the rusted doorknob, gave it a firm twist, then shoved it open. I almost fell through the doorway.

I caught my balance and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Without the lantern being lit, it was rather dark, but the bright blue sky helped to illuminate the small room. He must've not been home since I left.

I looked around, admiring everything.

As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on the floor. It wasn't there before.

I raised an eyebrow and reached to grab it but before I could, the door flung open, a certain blue-haired pirate standing in the entrance. When he noticed me, he smirked. I gulped.

"So, we're breaking and entering, are we?" The man grinned as he took a few paces forward.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "I came over to ask you about dinner but you weren't here so I figured I would wait."

"No worries, I'm only teasing."

"So?" I folded my arms, leaning forwards.

"So what?" Buggy questioned as he slipped his coat off. Since when did he get a new coat? And why? I was only borrowing the one he lent me. I didn't plan on keeping it. But I guess now it was okay if I did.

"Dinner? Are you available?"

"Hmm, it depends. What time?"

"I don't know, sometime tonight? Only for two hours or so. My mother wanted to meet you. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you've been a friend of mine for a few weeks now and you've been fortunate enough to treat me and help me out," I said with a smile. "She thought you were my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"Heh, that's rich," Buggy said as he turned around to close the door.

"So? Can you?"

"I guess so. Just don't leave me alone with her. I really don't want to be bombarded with questions." The man said as he folded the jacket over his arm then slung it on the countertop. "Did you tell her about my nose?"

I laughed, confused. "No? Why would I?"

"It's my defining feature. It's hard not to notice it when you see me."

"I didn't tell her. I didn't think it was important. I even forget it's there."

The clown burst out in laughter, his eyes closing as he clutched his stomach and nearly fell back with his fit of giggles. I pursed my lips. "What's so funny?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"It's cute how you're trying to be nice to me. With a nose like mine, how can you forget it's there?" He replied while wiping a tear from his eye.

I felt flustered with the first part of his monologue but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. It's not all I see whenever I look at you, ya know. It's not my main focus point when we speak. I look at your eyes, not your nose."

"And yet again, you prove to me that you're different than others."

I smiled. "Hope that's a good thing."

Buggy smirked, winking his left eye. "Of course it is."

The pirated approached me before he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. He examined it for a moment then laughed to himself. "Grocery list," He explained as he shoved the paper into his pocket.

I paid no attention to the paper. It wasn't any of my business. "Speaking of groceries, want to go help me get food for dinner?"

"What's on the menu?"

"No idea, but let's just grab something so she won't be bitching later."

"Guess I'll be needing this again," The blue-haired man said as he reached to grab his jacket. He slipped his arms through and adjusted the collar. "We match now."

"Mine's more vintage than yours." I winked.

"Oh, so it's yours now?"

"No?" I gulped.

Buggy giggled. "It is. I got my own now so no worries about giving it back. Unless you'd like to trade from time to time."

"No, I like this one."

The man looked at me, an eyebrow cocked upward.

I paid his look no attention and instead looked down at the tattered suede coat I wore. I inhaled softly. It smelled like him.

A soft odor mixed with whiskey, coconut, and cinnamon. And while I hated the stench of alcohol, it worked for him.

I couldn't imagine him without it.

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[kookidough]

analysing vance hopper because he lives in my head 24/7 !

tw for like. literally everything the black phone covers!!!!!!

also there's some special effects gore rather far down in the post idk just i feel like i should warn you just in case

okay so before anyones like "but bee!!!! he only had 6 minutes of screen time in a 102 minute long movie!!!!! he was only on screen for 5.8% of the movie!!!!!" and to that i say i Know it was a real tragedy so a lot of this will be built on personal interpretation and subtext and stuff said behind the scenes and whatnot

so firstly i wanna rot about what his childhood/upbringing might've been like..... i havent quite decided on something definitive but i think we can take one look at his character and realise that is glaringly obvious he had a bad childhood, in one interview the actor that plays him (brady hepner) says "the background i had set up for vance is that the reason he was the way he was is his home life was fairly difficult, you know maybe his dad was either not there for him or he wasn't supportive, maybe he was fairly abusive, and so that creates a hair trigger sense of rage in vance" hair trigger meaning his patience is literally as thin as a strand of hair it does Not take a lot for him to snap

there more to it after that which i'll get into soon but yea thats the gist of it it's clear he had absent/neglectful/abusive parents and that would certainly contribute to why he's so angry all the time, maybe acting so explosive was the only way to get his parents' attention, either good or bad, so he just internalised that. obviously rage and anger issues like vance's lead to violence (not in all cases but in his case it does) and i think a neglectful and abusive upbringing would obviously expose him to more violence than a normal childhood would, therefore normalising it and desensitising him to it, whether he's seeing it play out in his own home and/or on television or something like that (because i doubt his parents would be the kind to monitor what content he's viewing)

i feel like he has little control over his life and that only adds to his anger, which in his case leads to a fight when his buttons are pushed too many times. i think he probably takes great pride in being the toughest in town and whatnot and winning fights and being perceived as strong and scary is good to him and helps him regain control/power, something he doesnt have at home. the rest of the quote from the interview i mentioned earlier states "this pinball machine could have been the only thing that he has in his heart that's like, good, like 'holy cow i did this, i set the score,' so when someone comes along and messes it up for him, it takes away the only thing that he has. i think that that's when he switches to a 'now you're gonna pay for that'"

similar to what i said about fighting, the pinball machine and his high score is something he has control over and its an important part of his reputation/image like. hes literally pinball vance ! and the whole thing about that high score being the "only thing he has in his heart that's good" implies that hes. well. pretty shit at everything else, which is pretty much canon if you remember that gwen said vance was held back twice in school. makes me think that while he's not the brightest in school he's certainly street smart

moving onto ermmmmm him getting kidnapped era because im sure youre wondering "well bee if he's so street smart then why did he get kidnapped" so may i raise two theories (this is. literally all i got and its not even concrete, me and my friend gray (@staggersz) tried to figure out how this could even happen and this is the most plausible thing we've got. so shoutout to him real quick he has had to deal with me being unnormal about vance for like a year and a half thanks king couldnt have done all this without my rotting buddy)

so either he got taken by surprise (most likely option) or vance's trust was gained first via getting given quarters at the pinball machine and small talk and shit like that but this is unlikely because i feel like it'd take a loooooong time for someone like vance to trust a some random stranger adult man when he clearly has issues with trusting and respecting people older than him and people with authority (e.g. cops, his parents, or school officials) so yea being taken by surprise would probably be the most realistic option, i always see people on tiktok being like "how did the grabber kidnap vance hes so strong!!!!" dude its a 15 year old boy against like. a 45 year old man who's already claimed two lives its really not gonna be a fair fight here

before i get into the next part i wanna quickly address a theory i absolutely Hate and it is so easily disproven and that is the theory that vance is the grabber's son or is related to him in some other way and i see it Far too often on tiktok and i HATE it. from what ive seen this all stems from his dream sequence where he kicks open the fence to albert's house and, presumably, goes inside after being dropped off by the police after the grab n go fight. idk if some people just straight up didnt realise this but clearly in real life he is going to his Own House??? in the dream it's only albert's house because this is how he chooses to show gwen the house she's trying to find her brother in, the house that he himself was killed in??? i hate the theory i hate it sm

the dream sequence itself is interesting though as the ghosts seem to only be able to conjure up what theyve seen in real life (like how bruce can picture the outside of the house and show that to gwen but the house number is all flipped and not right beause he doesnt know it) so vance being able to picture the house and the number and the gate and every detail would imply that hes seen it before, but im going to explain that away as either he got out once before like with finney's failed escape attempt, or the house is most likely on the route he walks to school or the grab n go or something and he hasnt actually been there prior to being kidnapped

mini rant over now onto being kidnapped i guess, so i used the missing posters to try and estimate a timeline of how long each ghost boy would've been in the basement for (although the missing posters are notoriously unreliable for details such as looks/height/age/etc, the dates seem to all line up). so we know the order is griffin, billy, vance, bruce, robin, finney, right?? if we use the poster date then billy was taken on may 4th, 1976, a month and two days after griffin was taken (april 2nd 1976). vance was taken on september 23rd 1977, almost a full year later (stay with me im going somewhere with this), and after that bruce was taken on july 18th 1978, again almost a full year later

its established in the movie that the grabber stalks his victims before he takes them (canon because we literally see the van watching finney and gwen as they walk home from school early on in the movie) but we dont know how long he does this for since griffin/billy and robin/finney were taken such short distances apart and then the others were taken such long distances apart, also it's possible he could stalk his next victim while the previous one is still alive, etc etc lots of confusing factors, but if i've done the maths right then the absolute maximum time vance could've spent down there is 9 months and 25 days, or 298 days, so erm . let that sink in !

howeverrrr in the movie gwen states that vance went missing "last spring" and september is definitely not in spring, meaning he could've been down there for a year or even longer. an explanation or excuse i could think of for the movie and the missing poster saying different things (other than the missing posters being known for some areas being wildly inaccurate) is that maybe he was taken in spring but wasnt labelled as officially missing until september, when he was properly linked to griffin and billy's similar disappearances and the mysterious grabber? i can imagine it'd be very easy for law enforcement, especially in the 70s, to dismiss someone like vance as a runaway until they get solid evidence that he was taken. idk though thats just my personal excuse / angsty headcanon for the difference in information

not sure what exactly killed him but we do hear from vance himself that "he took his time with me" so it was probably blood loss from a variety of injuries, if we look at him in his ghost scenes we can see his hair is absolutely covered in blood which indicates head injury, he clearly has a broken nose and bruising around his eyes as a result of it, he has these deep cuts on his abdomen area (apologies for the image quality but i believe they're like. sfx pieces you would wear under clothing)

and he also has just like. minor bruising (like the fingerprints on his arm) and other random blood splatters on his face and neck (assuming the blood down his neck comes from wherever he was bleeding on his head) so Yeah overall very unpleasant way to die obviously

okay now the part thats actually in the movie and it only took me 13 paragraphs to get here: vance as a ghost!! first thing i wanna point out is appearance wise i just want to say that when he's a ghost he's missing his choker and that fact Pains me. anyway personality-wise i feel like being violently murdered has, understandably, kicked his rage up to like. the highest level it could possibly go. he's insanely snarky and downright rude to finney on the phone, showing no empathy to the fact that finney is literally in the exact situation he was in

i feel like the whole "this is the nightmare end of your pathetic little life" and "if you knew what you had coming, you'd be fucking terrified" thing is definitely to scare finney on purpose and to get him to do something, vance might as well have just told him he's never going home cuz thats how it came across LMAOO, it is startling though because vance is clearly speaking from experience, that he was literally fucking terrified, and he is warning finney in his own weird way

the thing i think sets vance apart from the other ghosts is that while he does help finney, he does it for a different reason than they do. the other ghosts want finney to escape, to get out, to be free, to live, but personally i dont think vance cares about that. the only thing he wants is for albert shaw to be dead, for someone to seek vengeance, to do what vance couldn't. vance doesn't care if it's bruce or robin or finney or whatever boy could've come after that, he doesnt care as long as that man gets what he deserves after what he put vance through, and i see this through the scene at the end of vance's call where finney thanks him for his help and vance says, and i quote, "helping you? this isn't about you, fuck him! and apologies for being repetitive but to me it just literally proves that to vance, this isnt about finney or his escape, its just about revenge

we dont get to find out what happens to the ghosts once the credits have rolled, and i dont think we quite know enough about tbp's version of ghosts to guess what theyre up to, but i have a few theories :3 maybe theyre no longer bound to those two houses and they can now go anywhere they want in town? or maybe since their shared goal of stopping albert has been achieved, the ghosts can finally pass on to whatever is waiting for them next. i dont think vance would be content to pass on that quickly or easily as anger lingers, but i hope he'd be able to let go of it eventually, and hey we might find out in the sequel. i pray it mentions him cuz i will just die if it doesnt

sometimes, ok thats a lie, frequently i think about an au where he survived or escaped or whatever but ohhhh boy this post is already a train wreck so that au would deserve its own essay of a post :3 if u actually genuinely read this far then Wtf thanks for reading the ramblings of an absolute madman, only pure delusion could get like 20 paragraphs about a guy with 6 minutes screentime but hey thats how i roll, thanks again to my pal gray for letting me rot and thank u to my other pal ana for also enduring all this rot

hope u enjoyed my interpretation of vance hopper im going to crawl in a hole now and probably brainrot some more, thanks again for ur time :3

#the black phone #tbp #tbp vance #vance hopper #character analysis #i literally rotted my entire brain for this one #normally i hate when ppl tag characters in a post that isnt really about them im gonna tag the other characters cuz i do mention them quite #a few times so apologies to ppl that are fans of anyone that isnt vance this post is Vance Centric #tbp robin #robin arellano #tbp finney #finney blake #tbp griffin #griffin stagg #tbp billy #billy showalter #tbp bruce #bruce yamada #tbp gwen #gwen blake #the grabber #albert shaw #the black phone 2022 #i am the number 1 vance hopper fan and this proves it #if vance has 100 fans im one of them. if vance has 10 fans im one of them. if vance has 1 fan its me. if vance has no fans im dead. #sorry to everyone that followed me for total drama content i have an absolute disease for this movie and this guy #back to regularly scheduled content soon trust #not expecting this to do numbers cuz theres actually only like 4 tbp fans on earth but had to let two years worth #of absolute brainrot for this movie that has like. barely any merch and only the slightest scraps of fan content #i stayed up all night writing this

[angrelysimpping]

Can I request a full thing with m!Whitney and m!Kylar actually working together because that ask just 👀👀👀

Hhhhhhh i know what this ask was referencing but I cannot for the life of me find the post. If I find it at some point, I'll add the link but until then, sorry! ><"

Contents: AMAB Whintey (he/him); AMAB Kylar (he/him); GN Reader (you/you, they/them); drugging; noncon; abduction; penetrative sex, reader receiving; oral sex, reader giving; multiple partners

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"Fancy meeting you here, slut.”

You nearly drop your bag at Whitney’s voice. It was nearing six, birds chirping away, morning fog creeping across the ground, yet to get burned away. The bully didn’t really strike you as a morning person, one of the reasons you had decided to slip out of town before noon. In theory, you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew. 

Your theory was incorrect, apparently.

You try to collect yourself, plastering on a smile as you look at the bully. “Wh-Whitney! Didn’t think you were an early bird.” 

Mentally, you kick yourself for the stutter, but he doesn’t seem to catch it as he slings a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to his side.

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even bothering to wait for you to agree with him, starting to drag you along. "We've got somewhere to be."

Your heart sinks. "Somewhere" with Whitney probably meant you on your knees in some dark alley so Whitney could make a quick buck. You didn't have that kinda time. The bus you needed to catch out of town would leave, with or without you on it. You'd waited too long, made too many plans, to let that fall through now. 

You duck out from under Whitney's arm, holding onto your bag tightly as the bully swipes at you. 

“Sorry, but I have to-”

“Skip town. Yeah, yeah. We know already.”

You freeze, body going cold. Skip town? How did Whitney-?

His arm wraps back around your shoulders, tight around your neck, as he starts walking again. You’re too stunned to do much but walk with him. 

You hadn't told anyone. Not a single soul. It’d hurt keeping a secret like this to yourself, never sharing it with anyone. Not even Robin, whispering with them late into the night, knowing you had plans to leave. It had burned, behind your eyes and the back of your throat, as the other orphan clung to you and talked softly into the night about the future. A future where the two of you had taken the orphanage from Bailey, made things better.

A future you knew you’d never see, bus routes shining bright in your mind's eye as Robin talked of renovating the old orphanage. 

Hell, you hadn’t even said it out loud, afraid of somehow jinxing it. The closest you’d ever got to writing it down were scribbled equations, trying to work out how much you needed to make and how fast you could make it. A single slip of paper that you then shredded. 

Bailey may have done a shit job in raising you, but the paranoia they’d instilled in you had come in handy from time to time.

As Whitney starts to take you down an alley, you try to wiggle out of his hold. You don’t really succeed, the bully snarling as he shoves you into the cold alley wall. 

“Behave,” he growls, caging you against the wall with his arms, body pressing against yours. Eyes going wide, you shrink in on yourself. Whitney has done a lot of fucked up things to you, and you’ve never taken it laying down. You’d fight him off in the halls, throw shit back at him in class. Sure, you might have fooled around with him a few times, sucked him off in the bathroom or rode him in the park, but that was something else — your own self-destruction and giving into impulse.

This wasn’t that. No matter how Whitney hurt you, he never seemed so…serious. Not like now, expression dark and eyes intense. 

“You can do this easy way or the hard way,” the bully continues, “I really don’t care.”

When you don’t move, don’t try to push him away, he smiles, shoulders relaxing a bit. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, and you hate how heat rushes to your face, pools in your gut. You hate this stupid fucking town, hate the person it’s made you into, a person who gets turned on by one of their biggest harassers praising them. 

You duck under Whitney’s arm, sprinting to the closest end of the alley.

You don’t make it far, Whitney’s arms around your middle and lifting you into the air. 

“Let go!” Your shout comes out as a hiss, air forced from your lungs as he squeezes you. Writing in his grip gets you nowhere, nails digging into his strong arms lost on the bully as he staggers back, taking you with him. 

“Fuck, he was right ‘bout you not coming quietly.”

Him? It only strikes you now Whitney’s earlier use of the term ‘We’, but you don’t get a chance to think about it. Whitney pins you face first to the alley wall, cheek pressing against the rough surface as you keep squirming, making him struggle to get something from his pocket.

The prick in your neck is almost unnoticeable, but the effects are near instantaneous, your world spinning around you as your body goes slack.

The last thing you see is Whitney pulling out his phone, swearing under his breath as he makes a call. 

-

Your head hurts. 

That's the only thing you can think about — the pain in your head. 

A steady, dull pounding. You can feel it in your teeth, in the back of your eyes. It feels a little like when you took stimulants to help focus on solving the maths competition except worse. At least then you could stumble to bed and curl up. Your limbs feel like lead, unable to move even a single finger no matter how hard you will it. Then there’s your mouth, unbearably dry. Almost like someone had stuffed it full of cotton. 

Some tiny part of you knows that you should worry, that you should panic over how you’re cold and in pain. That part of yourself is small, though, muted and made fuzzy  

"...can't just leave th-them like that!"

Is that Kylar? You try to open your eyes but struggle. Your eyelids feel so heavy. Maybe you should just go back to sleep. Then the pain would be gone, too. 

"Oh, what, you think they should just be able to do whatever? Walk right out the door?"

Whitney was here too? Strange. 

"W-what if they need to use the toilet."

"They can piss themself for all I care, serves 'em right."

"You can't-"

There's a thud and you try again to open your eyes. 

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

It takes what feels like a monumental effort, but you finally manage to open your eyes.

It takes even more of an effort not to close them immediately, the world fuzzy and spinning around you. Not the orphanage, you think dimly. Even with your mind muffled, you’d know the orphanage ceiling anywhere and you’re not there. 

“-won’t hurt them.” Kylar’s voice catches your attention, grounds you slightly, the world settling somewhat, if still too bright. Trying to turn your head makes the blood pound in your ears, but you manage it. 

Whitney. Whitney pressing Kylar against an unfamiliar basement wall, sneering, towering over the loner. Saying, snarling really, something, something you can’t hear to Kylar. Something that makes Kylar's expression darken.

The pounding in your ears lessens and you can make out the last of Whtiney’s words.”-not too bad, anyway. Would have left otherwise, jumped on the first bus outta town.”

Kylar’s eyes flick from Whiteny’s face to where you lay, eyes locking onto yours and making your stomach flip. His eyes are bright, hazy. You know that look, the same one that had taken over Kylar’s expression when he’d first declared you as his, pressing a knife to your classmate’s throat in the middle of English class. 

You try to speak but everything is muddled, whatever Whitney had drugged you with still lingering in your system. 

You blink but it must have been longer than just a moment. 

How else would Kylar get on top of you so fast? Nuzzling into your neck, the soft words that pour past Kylar’s lips tinged with a hard edge as he keeps mumbling for you never to leave him. 

Something warm and wet coats your thighs. His cum? You’re not sure. You’re not even sure where your clothes have gone. You’d been wearing them, hadn’t you? Now it’s just the soft fabric of a bed underneath you and the weight of Kylar on top of you. And…something else, something between your legs. 

Whitney. You know it’s Whitney’s doing, know the ache of his cock forcing you open over and over again. You can hear him, swearing under his breath as your body shakes with each of his thrusts, but you can’t see him, Kylar cupping your face so you can’t look away from him. 

Gasping as a calloused hand roughly strokes over your sex, the sound is quickly muffled as Kylar takes it as an invitation to press his mouth to yours, tongue sliding past your lips. It’s now you become aware of the hard cock pressing against your thigh, Kylar rutting against your naked body while Whitney fucks you. With a tiny, high-pitched whine into your mouth, Kylar cums, and something in you knows this is your fate now. Stuck as these two boys plaything.

The low moan of despair that leaves you is mistaken as lust, Kylar giggling as he comes down from his high. “Love you,” he mutters into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. “Don’t leave me.”

“Us,” Whitney grunts, another harsh thrust making you gasp and shudder in Kylar’s arms. The loner’s eyes narrow, glaring at Whitney, but the bully doesn’t care. He grips your chin, pulling your face away from Kylar’s making you look him in the eyes for the first time since you saw him in that alley.

“You won’t leave. Remember your fucking place.”

There’s something in his eyes that scares you. A similar look to the one you’ve seen in Kylar’s before. You can’t really think about it as Whitney’s cock hits something deep inside you that makes pleasure wash over you, back arching as you moan.

Whitney smirks, “Told you they’d like it.”

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to Kylar, dots connecting only as the loner’s breathing hitches at your side. It’s with growing dread that you can feel Kylar’s cock twitching against your thigh, taking an interest again. 

You try to distance yourself, to put space between you and your body. Maybe this was all some kind of sick dream, a far too real feeling dream. You can almost do it, with drugs still lingering in your system. You can tune out Kylar’s mumbled words, Whitney’s sneered comments. You can almost phase out the ache between your legs as Whitney’s cock carves out your insides. 

That semi-blissful state comes to an end as Kylar straddles your chest, cum smeared cock resting against your lips.

“L-love?”

“Responds better to slut.”

Kylar shoots a dark look over his shoulder, making Whitney laugh, before turning back to you. With a trembling hand, Kylar strokes the side of your face, pausing as he feels small cuts from where Whitney had pressed your face into the wall of the alley. “H-he hurt you?”

You want to scream. Whitney was hurting you now, his cock bruising your insides, nails digging into your thighs, but Kylar was focusing on a few scrapes and bruises? “Kylar…” you try to say something, anything, but your tongue feels too thick for your mouth. 

His eyes light up, a wild grin stretching across his face as his thumb glides over your lips. “I-I’ll take care of those,” he says, thin fingers ghosting over the curve of your cheek again before brushing over your mouth again. “J-just, just, p-please?” His cock presses against your lips once more, and you don’t have it in you to refuse. Begrudgingly, you open your mouth as much as you can with your body still feeling unreal, letting Kylar slide his cock into your mouth. 

“You don’t have to ask ‘em shit, idiot,” Whitney grunts from between your legs, but Kylar doesn’t seem to hear him, too entranced by the sight of your lips around his cock. 

Maybe it was because Kylar ignore him, maybe it was because he was just a dick, but Whitney reaches out, cupping Kylar’s balls from behind and giving them a squeeze. 

Kylar squeals, bucking forward into your mouth. You try to relax your throat as best you can but it still hurts, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

“D-don’t-!”

“They like it,” Whitney cuts him off. “Tighten up real good when you fucked their throat. Do it some more and they’ll cum in no time. Then we can switch. That’s what you want, right freak?”

Kylar’s eyes seem to glaze over at the thought of being the one in between your legs, the one fucking into your sore hole. “D-don’t,” Kylar repeated, all venom gone from his voice as he idly rocks his hips forward. “Don’t c-call me th-that.” Whitney doesn’t respond, only breathlessly laughing again as he continues to fuck you. 

The worse part is, Whitney is right. Your body has been trained to crave pain with your pleasure at this point. Between Kylar slowly fucking your mouth and Whitney rearranging your insides, you’re actually starting to feel good. You know it’s a natural reaction, but that doesn’t stop your face from burning when you do cum on Whitney’s cock, moaning on Kylar’s dick as the loaner pants above you. 

“F-fuck.” Kylar presses his hips flush to your face, cum hitting the back of your throat,  and leaving you no choice but to swallow.

Whitney’s not far after, his pace picking up, swearing under his breath as he chases his own end. With a soft sigh, Kylar rolls off you, curling back around you, pressing soft, almost sweet, kisses to your clammy skin as Whitney finally spends himself inside you. 

Whitney says something to Kylar but you can’t hear them, your ears ringing and mind drifting as you try to process your new lot in life. You’re not even sure when they move away from you, bickering amongst themselves. It’s only when Kylar scurries over, holding bandages and a warm washcloth, that you realize Whitney’s left the room. 

“Don’t w-worry, love,” Kylar coos, running the warm cloth between your thighs. “I’ll get you c-cleaned up and b-bring you some f-food, okay?”

You don’t respond, letting your eyes shut as Kylar starts to take care of you.

#tw noncon #tw abduction #tw drugging #cw noncon #cw abduction #cw drugging #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #tw multiple partners #cw multiple partners

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for returning a dog after only a couple days of owning him?

Some context, my partner (I'll call him Greg, 24m) and I (21 he/she) came to an agreement 3 months ago. The agreement was that if I got myself out of a depressive slump that had been straining our relationship for the past couple years, he'd get me a dog. I was overjoyed at this because I've wanted a dog ever since I was a kid, and it was probably the best motivation he could give.

I'm proud to say that I made a lot of progress, and I'm doing much better now. So, as promised, Greg agreed that I could get the dog. Maybe a little under a week after that, Greg found an adorable little chihuahua/dachshund mix online and we both excitedly prepared to adopt him. We arranged to meet him almost immediately, and he was adopted within 2 days.

I will admit, after Greg agreed to get the dog, I was having some doubts. I knew dogs were a lot of work and I didn't think we were ready to take on such a big responsibility, especially since we already had two cats to take care of. Greg was just so excited to find a dog for me, and I agreed to adopt the dog, but only because I couldnt think fast enough to stop and discuss my concerns. I was under the impression that this was what I wanted, so my doubts could just be chalked up to "new pet anxiety", so my brain went on autopilot and said "yes".

He was a perfect little guy, well behaved save for some anxiety, didn't bark at all, house trained, just a super sweet dog. However, it soon became apparent to us that he was SO much more work to take care of than we anticipated. We had to keep an eye on him all the time so he wouldn't chew or eat anything he wasn't supposed to, plus he had separation anxiety so he had to be in the same room as us at all times. One of our cats hated him, so we had to be sure the two of them were separated. Playing with him and walking him was easy and fun, but we had to do it every couple hours because chiweenies are a very energetic breed.

There was no time for me and Greg to have time to ourselves and each other, and the stress built up and I started to get cranky at little things. I even lashed out at Greg once, which is exactly something I had tried to work on during those 3 months. To add onto all this, a huge storm hit us and our living room flooded, and we're still in the process of undoing the damage. The stress since adopting him went on for a total of 4 days, but it felt like so much longer. I haven't cried so hard for so long in a really long time. Somewhere in that time I had made my doubts about adopting him known, which I still feel stupid for admitting them too late.

Greg says he feels incredibly guilty for the whole situation since he's the one who was so quick to pick out and adopt the dog. I said it was fine, and I should have forced myself to express my doubts earlier despite whatever anxieties were in the way. He said he had just wanted to give me something I'd always wanted and assumed that everything would be fine.

I want to make it clear that we're well aware that this has nothing to do with the dog, nor do we hate him or mistreat him. We've been taking good care of him and he's been having the time of his tiny life with us so far, which is why I'm so reluctant to give him back to the shelter. Maybe we could be good dog owners, but on the other hand, all the stress haopened so quickly and forcefully, and it was too much to ignore. Sometimes I couldn't even be in the same room with the dog because it hurt too much.

Me and Greg are returning him to repair our relationship, focus on ourselves and get us in a stable place, financially. We figure giving him back to the shelter will give him a chance to go to a better, nicer home that's actually ready for him, but I can't shake the feeling that maybe I should've given him a chance. I feel like ultimately this was the right choice but at the same time, I'm super unsure about how we handled the whole thing. AITA? Should we have kept the dog?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[deandoesthingstome]

Thanks to you, I've read a few Dom!Walter Marshall fics now, and it got me thinking.

There's a joke among my friends irl (and many others online) that the venn diagram for d&d/table top players and kinksters is actually nearly a perfect circle (and if you add SCA and rennaissance faires, it becomes a stack of pancakes). We've said this for at least 20 years, and it's caught on online (or maybe it was one of those things that was pulled from the collective unconscious. Idk).

Back in my kink club days, one of the dungeon masters there was also a D&D dungeon master, and almost every person I ever played D&D or Vampire: Dark Ages or any other dice-based RPG was also into kink/ bdsm to some extent.

Anyway, my point/question was this:

Henry Cavill is a d&d/rpg enthusiast, is he not? 🤔 🤭🤭🤭

All those Januhairy pictures got me thinking. And full disclosure...I haven't been attracted to Henry since I watched The Tudors back in the day, and even then, I was way more into John Rhys Meyers. But there is something about Henry with the longer hair and beard... makes me want to drop to my knees and say, "yes, Sir."

I'm late to the damn party, as usual.

Whoa. There is a lot to unpack here. Please bear with me! Also, I got wordy so here's a cut.

First, I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to let me know the influence I've had on your reading repertoire. That is amazing!

Second, you can't just drop "I've read dom!Walter thanks to you" and not tell me what you've hit on! First thing that comes to mind for me, like immediately, is Under Orders. Please tell me you've given that a gander?

Third, I will be perfectly honest that many of the words or letters in the rest of your ask are foreign to me in their use. (That's a little bit of a joke. Welcome to me!) While I do know about d&d and rpg and renn faires, I don't play. And I have no idea what SCA is. Though also honestly, I'm not sure how pertinent to the ask that is, since...

Fourth, yes, I DO believe HC is at least an rpg enthusiast (if, again no idea, Warhammer is that kinda thing?). So I feel like you're hinting at a facet of his lifestyle I don't know anything about, nor do I want to. No judgement, just fact: I have no doubt the HC we see is a little bit of a character as much as any of his on screen personas, and while I don't doubt he's a gigantic nerd, I don't really want to dive deeper into thoughts about who he really is. All this is my way of trying to say that while I don't have anything against RPF (I wrote some for god's sake) or those who want to know more about HC personally, I just feel like I'm never gonna know who he really is so I'll stick to my character fantasies. Okay. That was a lot. Sorry.

Onto fifth position. Well, that's me on my knees in front of, at a bare minimum (and yes, probably bare) Walter Marshall (full head of hair, full beard), August Walker (adequate head of hair, full mustache, adequate facial hair), Captain Syverson (shaved head unf!, full beard), or Geralt of Rivia (full head of hair, no facial hair I think). Or any of several combinations of these 4 guys I currently travel between.

All that to say: I'm may not agree with you about the correlation between body/head/facial hair and how willing I am to get on knees and take orders. But boy, was this fun to think about.

And hey: If anyone reading has any dom!Walter you want to throw my way, I'll gladly take it.

#gemini-mama asks #charlie answers #walter marshall #is a good dom #yes he is

[punsmaster69]

2/OCT/20XX

"Burning things must run in the family! How'd you even do this?"

flowey poked at the burnt mass in the middle of the pan with a fork. it made a clink sound against the metal.

"just lucky, i guess."

"...Wow! You really suck."

"you really like basking in my failure, huh?"

i tossed what was supposed to be a pizza into the trashbin with a 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱 as it hit the bottom.

cooking isn't exactly my specialty, but papyrus is always saying that food is 'the key to the soul' n whatnot, so i figured it might as well be worth a shot.

..decided i can't just keep avoiding frisk forever 'cuz something a little embarrassing happened.

......more than a little embarrassing.

either way, they might be more willing to hear my explanation if there's food involved.

so, i asked flowey what the kid's favorite food was, and now we're here.

"seems like homemade is off the table."

"Knowing you, they probably expected delivery anyway."

"they have a soda preference?"

"It's root beer. Duh. It's like you don't know them at all-"

"you want anything?"

stopping mid-sentence, flowey seemed a bit taken aback.

"....A- An orange soda-"

"gross."

"Well, what're you getting? It's probably way worse-"

"an orange soda."

"WHY DID YOU CALL IT GROSS IF YOU'RE GONNA GET ONE TOO?!"

"never said i don't like the stuff."

"THAT-"

"just said it was gross."

"you wanna add anything else?"

i offered him my phone, and he took it with a mischievous look on his face.

"I'm gonna add everything."

"ok."

"I'll max out your card in pizza toppings!!"

"ok."

flowey seemed upset by my lackluster response, silently handing my phone back after adding to the order.

"says it'll be here in about fifteen. you wanna put together a puzzle?"

"...What kind?"

"you like dinosaurs? we've got a ton of those."

he lit up at the mention, but played it off.

"If it'll pass the time, I guess a puzzle with, say, a picture of a giant T-Rex, would work. Just to pass the time!"

i lifted his pot barely and inch from the counter before he started screaming at me.

"GET YOUR GREASY MITTS OFF OF ME!! I can do it MYSELF!"

i watched as he used two vines to lift himself off counter onto the kitchen tile. he slid himself forward until he hit the living room carpet, nearly tipping he and his pot over.

"this is like watching a toddler walk around."

"𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧 𝗨𝗣."

whipping around to yell at me, he knocked his pot sideways onto the floor.

"......"

"you're gettin' dirt on the carpet."

his only answer was to hiss at me before straightening himself upright.

"still don't want any help?"

"NO!!"

"ok."

i picked the coolest-looking dino puzzle i could find from the shelf under the tv.

opening the box, i put the cover picture-side out so he'd definitely see it.

".....!"

now sitting cross-legged on the floor just a ways away from him, he still continued to try and hop towards me on the carpet.

hop, wobble.

hop, wobble.

hop, wobble.

hop-

"What are you 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 for, trashbag? Just put together your stupid dinosaur puzzle already!"

he looked on the verge of tears.

i pushed the puzzle towards him.

"i can't figure it out."

"...Huh?"

"can't do it."

flowey stared at the pieces for a second, then quickly began assembling them as if trying to prove something.

"guess only total nerds can do that one."

"𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 one to talk-"

a ring sounded from the doorbell.

at the door was frisk. before i could get up and answer the door, they already let themselves in.

"Get me away from this smiling trashbag!"

"Hi Flowey."

"heya kiddo."

"..Hi, Sans."

again, the doorbell rung. this time, it was the pizza.

"good timing, kid."

——

we all sat around the pizzas on the floor, puzzle pushed aside in favor of food.

frisk stared incredulously at flowey's pizza choice.

"..Flowey, you just wanted a cheese pizza?"

"ALL pizzas have cheese, idiot."

"But with 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else on it??"

"Yours has PINEAPPLE!"

"You're just too cowardly to try it!"

"pineapple pizza 𝘪𝘴 pretty nasty."

"Not you too, Sans!"

"now, a pizza with mayonnaise and broccoli.."

i couldn't help but smile about their collective "ew".

we continued discussing weird pizza toppings and ate until everyone was stuffed.

"...Wait, Sans, didn't you wanna talk about something?"

guess i can't (and shouldn't) avoid talking about it.

"..look, me n tori-"

"Does this make you my dad now? I'm still just gonna call you Sans."

"i- what? no, we're not-"

"toriel's just a friend."

"..Is what he keeps saying to himself at night."

flowey unhelpfully added.

"that night was a total accident, alright?"

"You ACCIDENTALLY slept with my mom?"

"i didn't-"

flowey interjected.

"His fatass got stuck in the window, apparently. Tore his shirt."

"Why was he in the window???"

"tori wanted to avoid getting teased for havin' me over, but it ended up becoming ..way worse."

"Not my fault she basically has heart eyes around you!"

"..what?"

"SHE DOES 𝗡𝗢𝗧."

"Flowey, you've 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 her flirt with him, time and time again!"

i covered the two's mouths with my hands.

"... that's just her sense of humor."

uncovering their mouths, i continued.

"we're just friends."

...

my phone started ringing.

...........

deciding not to tell them who it was, i made a quick depart to my room to answer her call.

#undertale #journal #sans #flowey #frisk #sans and flowey #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans

[uglypastels]

Ok here me out, Trucker Eddie

(there's not really an ending to this. Just a headcanon and some thought vomit)

• You're standing on the outskirts of town with a bag in hand, a poorly written cardboard sign in the other, wearing a coat absolutely not suited for the weather. It was getting late, too, sun nearing the horizon by the minute.

• Cars passed by ignoring your plea for an escape. You couldn't stay out here much longer. But you also could not go back. There was no way.

• Then finally headlights show up in the distance of the long road. A truck.

• You do anything to catch their attention and it starts to slow down as it nears you. A nervous feeling bubbles up in your stomach but you push it down as the passenger door opens.

• The man inside is leaning over the chair. A big bright, friendly, smile covers his lips.

• Hi, is the only thing you manage to say at first.

• You need a ride? He asks it as if he had not seen you begging for exactly that.

• You ask him if he's going in the direction where you're headed. He isn't exactly, but it's close enough and you can probably hitch from that point on.

• I'm Eddie, he introduces himself as you get in. You shake his hand as you tell him your name.

• The cockpit is messy. Like a bedroom. There's permanent marker drawings all over the dashboard. A stack of CDs toppled over giving you an insight into his brain. Candy wrappers at your feet with a flannel he must have taken off when he got too warm.

• Speaking of Eddie- he starts the truck up again and starts driving before more cars show up on the road.

• The first minutes of the drive are silent besides his humming and steering wheel drumming. You keep looking his way, stealing quick glances.

• The first thing that caught your attentiom about him were the tattoos. Arms practically covered in them, peaking out from beneath the black sleeves of his shirt.

• His hair was long, curly, tied up in a lazy ponytail.

• So, just like that he breaks the silence, what's your story?

• Story? You have no idea what he's talking about, but it does make you look back at him as you had stared out the window onto the zooming by fields and trees.

• Eddie chuckles. Yeah your story? Whats made you get into a complete stranger's truck, ignoring all hazards of safety?

• Should I be scared? Are you some kind of psycho-killer?

• No, but you might never know. He just shrugged. You were getting onto the highway now. There was very little you could do now anyway.

• But you felt no rising anxiety inside you. There was something about this "complete stranger" that made you quite comfortable actually. So you told him. You told him why you had to get oit of your home town, the people in it, and why you were going where it was you were headed

•  Eddie listened, making comments where suited, joking wherever he could make you laugh- which was appreciated as you had needed a good laugh for a while.

• Its a long drive but the conversation does not really dim down at any point.

• Eventually your interest got the better of you and you lean toward the dashboard and pick a few CDs.

• You can put on any you like, Eddie cocks his head. So, you do exactly that, slotting a CD into the player. Immediately the truck gets filled with heavy guitar riffs.

• I'll be honest, I would not have put you down as a metalhead.

• From the 3 hours we've spent together? You're quick to jump to conclusions.

• Eddie shrugs and starts mumbling the lyrics. It escalates to full on singing along until he's heavily headbanging. You, of course, join in.

I'm too tired to think of more but if anyone likes this, feel free to add in a reblog.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #au #headcanon

[banannabethchase]

5 for matt & hangman

Checkins

Dialogue 5: “Right now?! That’s unique, even for you!”

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Adam looks miserable as they make their way to the EVP locker room, one arm around Nick's shoulders and the other one limp next to him. It's all Matt can do to stay quiet. Talking doesn't feel helpful right now.

He pushes open their door and watches anxiously as Adam lowers himself onto the couch.

"How are you?" Matt has to ask.

Adam shrugs, a hesitant smile on his lips. "Been better. Not the first time a former friend beat me up on television." His grin turns a little mean.

"Okay, well, you don't need to add to it." He sits on the arm of the chair. "Do you feel okay? Physically?"

Adam nods and rolls his shoulder. "I'll be fine." He wiggles. "That dick punch fucked me up, though." He winces as he shifts. "Uno did not hold back."

"You two hang here," Nick says, folding his arms across his chest. "I gotta go check in with Tony after all that."

He shuts the door and Matt's left with Adam, who doesn't look like he's in pain, exactly, but he doesn't look happy.

Matt slowly slides himself onto the couch next to Adam, resting his head on Adam's shoulder as gently as he can. "Hi."

"Hey." Adam wraps an arm around Matt's waist, which is a good sign. No arm damage. Nothing wrong with his shoulder, probably nothing in the ribs. "You good?"

"I'm good," Matt says. He rests his hand on Adam's thigh. No twitch, no tensing up. His leg is probably fine. He runs his hand along Adam's thigh, watching for any sign of injury.

"Right now?" Adam asks. "That's unique even for you." Matt turns to see Adam smiling. "I mean, blood, sure but we've never had sex right after I got hit in the balls."

Matt blinks. "Huh?" He stares at Adam. "I'm making sure you aren't injured, doofus, without you figuring it out." He huffs. "You're always so stupid stoic, if you know I'm checking you it's always 'I'm fine, let's go get food.' So I had to get creative."

Adam's expression shifts. "You check me for injuries?"

Matt nods. "Every time."

"I thought you've been feeling me up this whole time!" Adam says. "I thought you suddenly got really horny after matches."

Matt laughs and shakes his head. "No, but I'm not complaining." He falls back on the couch. "Now you'll know I'm checking you all the time."

"You don't have to."

"No, I do," Matt says, as firm as he can make it. "You don't take care of yourself and you pretend you're fine when you're not. So somebody's got to make sure you aren't working yourself into the dirt."

Adam sighs. "Come here."

Matt leans in and curls up against Adam's chest, listening for any hints of distress.

"You're doing it again," Adam singsongs, running his hands along Matt's back.

Matt checks Adam's arms. "Deal with it."

"You know," Adam says. "I do have something that hurts. The only thing, really."

Matt stares at him. "Is this your bad attempt at a dick joke?"

Adam drops his head back, laughing hard enough to get his curls bouncing around his face. "It was right there!"

"You are the worst," Matt mutters. "Also, I think I accidentally made myself horny after matches."

"Pavlovian conditioning," Adam snickers.

"What?"

"Never mind." Adam makes grabby hands. "Just take your pants off."

#HangMatt #Help I love them #anxious millennial dreamboat #matt attrackson #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes

[mrbexwrites]

10 Songs Tag Game

rules: Use your WIP playlist and put it on shuffle. Write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favourite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @at-thezenith (thanks :D) and passing the tag onto @words-after-midnight @cee-grice @gummybugg @tate-lin @arowanaprincess @scifimagpie @meerawrites @elbritch-kit @hallwriteblr @surroundedbypearls and leaving an open tag for folk who'd like to join in :)

Disclaimer: I have no taste in music, and things get added to my playlists based on the lyrics giving off character/scene vibes. There is no other reason behind it, so don't be looking for genres or any kind of coherence in my music choices!! This started off as just a general playlist, but has gradually morphed into my Memento Mori playlist!

Good 4 U- Olivia Rodrigo

Maybe I'm too emotional But your apathy is like a wound in salt Maybe I'm too emotional Or maybe you never cared at all Maybe I'm too emotional

Morgana's fine. Not at all dramatic, or wallowing in self-pity at all when it comes to her other relationships.

Holy Ghost Fire- Larkin Poe

Lost myself and I lost my soul Thumb stuck out on the side of the road Eye at the keyhole, no one's home Who's gonna help me carry my load All I got in my pocket: holes All I got on my back: bones Stick a fork in a socket, let's rock

I just love Larkin Poe, and will add it to any writing playlist. The lyrics inspired me to add spectral fire to Morgana's abilities, which then got me out of some corners that I'd written myself into.

Run and Hide- Brave Rival

I'm running so fast, getting harder to breathe I feel you coming, getting closer to me You said it's love but I disagree Run and hide I keep on saying that my love's not for sale I'm not just another lonely female You know you'll never own me so I'm Running, running, running, running from you

Pretty much sum's up Morgana's relationship with Caleb. Who says you can't learn from your mistakes? Not Morgana, because she never learns when it comes to men (or, at least until she meets Ted, but it takes a while for the lesson to sink in, or even for their paths to cross)

Dancing on My Own- Robyn

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh And I'm giving it my all But I'm not the guy you're taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own And oh, nah Said, I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh no And I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Oh no And I'm giving it my all But I'm not the guy you're taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own

Morgana, still wallowing in self-pity? Surely not! Also, a fun song to bop around to if you need a break for a couple of mins from writing!

Papercut- Linkin Park

I know I've got a face in me Points out all my mistakes to me You've got a face on the inside too And your paranoia's probably worse I don't know what set me off first But I know what I can't stand Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what you can

We've all got that voice in the back of our heads that makes us feel small. Morgana just lets hers consume her at times.

Learn to Let Go- Kesha

I think it's time to practice what I preach Exorcise the demons inside me Whoa-oh-oh, gotta learn to let it go The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it Whoa-oh-oh, gotta learn to let it go

Wait? What's that? Personal growth, Morgana? Whaaaaat?

Elastic Heart- Sia

And I wanted it, and I wanted it bad But there were so many red flags Now another one bites the dust Yeah, let's be clear I'll trust no one You did not break me I'm still fighting for peace I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade it might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard I may snap and I move fast But you won't see me fall apart

Morgana? Healing and showing personal growth? What's going on?

Texas Man- The Chicks

Everybody wants top market But I'm a little bit unraveled Everybody wants the new model But I'm a little bit more traveled If you got the strength I do Then sign me up

This song just sums up Morgana's relationship with Ted. It's perfect for how she sees herself, and him. Also a pretty catchy tune.

Back from the Dead- Halestorm

Back from the dead alive Hell couldn't hold me Back from the other side Up from the dirt I rise Save your prayers, don't bless my bones Erase my name from my headstone Back from the dead alive Hell couldn't hold me down

Morgana's anthem; she's a necromancer after all !

Geronimo- Sheppard

Well we rushed it Moving away too fast That we crushed it But it's in the past We can make this leap Through the curtains of the waterfall

I don't even know why this one is even on here, other than that it's a catch tune. Probably the beats per min make me type faster!!

[ladyluscinia]

What kind of dynamic do you reckon exists between Izzy and Calico Jack? :D

I have other asks in my inbox that I should probably be getting to first, but I'm going to tackle this one because Calico Jack thoughts have been plaguing me. Also I'll probably want to add links and that's much easier if I don't wait.

Calico Jack! He's a bastard frat boy. He's Edward's shitty ex that he's probably had ill advised hookups with every few years. He's Edward's friend, but the kind you really wish he would cut off while acknowledging he can't due to trauma bonding. He's a garbage fire of a man whose nastiness is thrown into sharp relief once you start Black Sails and realize that Jack Rackham makes you want to pet his head and coo "babygirl 💓" and cheer for his thruple.

Which makes it so very strange to slowly become fascinated with ways for other characters to like him and have longstanding relationships with him lol. Yet I have.

So. Short answer first.

My thoughts on Jack and Izzy started in what I'd assume was the very common understanding that these two fucking hate each other. Their personalities seemed likely to clash, Izzy probably doesn't have a record of liking Edward's boyfriends, and I mean... it's Jack. Then I moved onto maybe they are more just kinda bitchy but respect each other as pirates, and the main conflict in their relationship is a petty tug of war over Edward that, crucially, Izzy usually wins (which makes him comfortable, unlike with Stede).

Finally, I honestly don't know how I got to considering JackHands as a concept rather than "you crazy kids do you", but I did. And while I don't per se "ship" it, I am drawn to multishipping because I think characters having complex relationship histories is fun. And suddenly I'm sold on the idea that Jack has been carrying a fond torch for Izzy since forever, and they have hooked up before when Edward was ignoring both of them. Which is where I am now.

(I have one mutual who I know will find this heartbreaking, and for that... I'm sorry. Ish. 😆)

Now for the long answer... Buckle up. We're going to backstory headcanon zone.

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To get setup out of the way... I don't place Izzy on Hornigold's ship. A couple reasons - mainly that I'm fond of the Navy backstory. I think Izzy is a few years older than Edward and Jack (though probably not a full decade) and they met as adults. Barely adults, on Edward's end (I'll put him at maybe 20), but adults.

I also think there was a gap period between escaping Hornigold and becoming Captain Edward Teach, because who gives a fuck about history? We've discarded that piracy careers were like 5 years long. We can stretch shit. And I want Edward to be a First Mate when he meets Izzy but not Hornigold's First Mate, because I want Hornigold to remain the kind of terrifying, imposing authority figure from his childhood that he can't quite believe he stood up to even decades later, so being his second in command kinda kills that for me. (Makes it more delicious to think about arc villain Hornigold.) For the Captain I'm leaning toward Sam Bellamy but that's off topic.

...At this point I'm realizing that my Izzy-Jack dynamic thoughts are by default Izzy-Jack-Edward dynamic thoughts, so we're actually starting with Edward/Jack.

Edward has a type. Aesthetically-obsessed. Kinda bitchy. Totally crazy. Jack is his type. Probably the first person he met that was, so I imagine they hooked up pretty fast and had a decently long relationship throughout years under Hornigold and continuing after. Edward seems to fixate on Stede pretty heavily long before getting to know him, which makes me suspect that's a pattern for him... in which case Jack was probably his first fixation person. That plus trauma bonding makes them close for life.

The thing is, though, Jack isn't emotionally invested in the relationship. Like he thinks Edward is fun and a good fuck but they aren't dating. Edward knows this, and it cools his investment too, especially as the fixation wears off. Edward free of Hornigold and looking at a future of possibilities is getting bored of Jack as his constant companion and #1 bestie.

Enter Izzy Hands. Fresh off a Navy ship, professionalism too ingrained to let a hair out of place while also absolutely feral with something to prove to all these pirates. He's fancier. He's fussier. He's bitchier. Edward instantly wants to know everything about him and insert himself into every aspect of his life. Jack? Demoted to drinking buddy that can barely hold his attention before Edward is once again bemoaning Izzy didn't immediately agree to fuck him when he did a sick knife trick!

Now, long term, this is not a major loss for Jack. His pride is a little sore over getting dumped, probably a bit bitchy about it, but he wasn't invested so he doesn't care that much. He remains involved in the newly established friend group (something Izzy will not manage with Stede when history repeats). And Izzy turns out to be a vicious little shit, which Jack admits is hot. They are hanging out together and bitchy friends through Edward deciding that he should get his own ship, and by the time Jack decides to strike out independently he's nursing a pretty decent sweet spot for Izzy (who is in the middle of falling hard and fast for Edward in the honeymoon period).

Fast-forward a bit. Edward's fixation on Izzy fades, but not before building a serviceable framework for codependency that Izzy shores up to secure his spot in Edward's life. Sometimes Jack shows up and hooks up with an eager Edward on a fratboy bender while smugly taunting Izzy because he can't help being a dick, which Izzy doesn't take too personally because it usually ends with Edward going back to Izzy (in a professional sense and often literally) when he gets bored again. Sometimes he shows up when Edward and Izzy are at a good point and they fall back into their original friend group dynamic to have fun for a while. And sometimes he shows up when Edward is fully distracted by something else, and - well.

If Edward doesn't want to fuck either of them, it's practically gentlemanly to offer Izzy some of that attention and appreciation that he's being deprived of. 😘 (Jack only shoots his shot when he thinks it might actually work. He knows Izzy's thing for Edward isn't going anywhere, and getting turned down is a bit embarrassing.)

(Izzy is more embarrassed about saying yes, but Jack doesn't refrain from flirting when he refrains from actually asking, so it's not exactly a surprise. And Jack can potentially get Edward jealous while also not actually turning it into a proper fight like someone else would.)

(And Izzy does like attention.)

The highlight of all this is the offscreen meetup between 1x07 and 1x08, when Jack serendipitously (he thinks) runs into Izzy after getting mutinied and asks where Edward is, only to immediately get the story about him dumping Izzy for some rich ponce. What the fuck, Edward? Naturally he offers a shoulder to cry on (and some rebound sex) but Izzy declines. He tracked Jack down because he wants someone to help him dispose of the new mistress, and Jack is more than game because this guy sounds like a waste of air. Really... He thought Edward had better taste.

(He will throw in a quip about Izzy being "sentimental" though, because this amount of effort to get Edward back when he could be having perfectly good rebound sex and leaving the bastard to get bored of his new fling...)

So yeah. That's the history I'm sticking with until canon overrules it or I come up with something better.

On a personality / day-to-day interaction level, I think both Izzy and Jack are naturally bitchy friends (which Edward finds hot). Izzy rolls his eyes at Jack's ridiculousness and Jack taunts Izzy about the stick up his ass, but they both have a base respect for each other. Jack because he's seen Izzy lose it in very dramatic fashion and thought it was hot as fuck, and Izzy because he knows Jack is way more clever and conniving than he lets on (which appeals to Izzy's competency kink, and is demonstrated by how masterful his manipulation in 1x08 is).

Also I cannot emphasize enough how much Jack flirts at Izzy. Izzy doesn't always flirt back, but it will be blatant. (Edward, again, thinks this is hot and funny when he's confident that Izzy is his. Less so when they are on the rocks.)

Oh, and I'm linking this fanart too because it was very persuasive on this mental journey. 🤣

#our flag means death #i know this is already basically fanfic level (as all backstory headcanons are right now) #but if we go *true* fanfic level i'm also building elaborate ideas about anne bonny as izzy's lesbian murderbestie #and jack's ride or die first mate whose long term 'it's complicated' mary read also regularly hooks up with jack #i have 20 years to work with. i can make these people's relationship string chart *so* insane jlskdsklgsk #izzy hands ofmd #calico jack ofmd #blackbeard ofmd #jackhands #calicoblack #ask #anon #ladyluscinia #blackhands

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs A Whole Lot Of Mess

Wandering through the streets of the Lower City

Wyll: Did we have to go tomb-raiding? Really?

Alisaie: I trust precisely nothing underground in this city right now.

Shadowheart: Which is why we're taking the walking tour, I imagine.

Alisaie: Pretty much. If we had a ship with Shadow Curse clinging to it docked nearby, it's a good idea to check the docks in general and--

Sahuagin: *attack*

Citizens: *cower*

Gale: ...Really?

Alisaie: Okay, this doesn't generally happen, so I guess we're searching around the docks for the source of a fish-people invasion now. But first... HEY! COME GET SOME, YOU SUSHI PLATTER WITH DELUSIONS OF SAPIENCE!

Wyll: Okay, I love the blade-work, but I did miss the literally deadly insults. *Eldritch Blasts a sahuagin into next week*

Stabnation: *ensues*

Awhile later, further down the docks...

Gale: Well. This is netting us a whole lot of nothing. Except for raiding a supply shipment of illegal nonsense.

Alisaie: I want to find all the ins and outs to the undercity before I go hunting Orin down there, so... Huh. What's that commotion over there?

Shadowheart: That's ... Volo.

Alisaie: Huh. I wondered why he wasn't hanging around our room at the Elfsong. What the fuck is he doing out here?

Volo: *tied to several barrels of smokepowder* Help! Help!

Wyll: Annoying the populace, apparently.

Absolutist: FEARMONGER! LIAR! VOLOTHAMP, YOU MUST DIE!

Alisaie:...Volo...thamp?

Volo: Volothamp Geddard; now will you do something about this?!?

Alisaie: So ... you have a thing against bards, then?

Absolutist: Frankly, yes.

Alisaie: *sigh* Everyone's a critic.

Absolutist: Wait-- You're a--?

Alisaie: College of Swords says hello, shitbag. *shanks*

Absolutist: *throws torch onto alcohol 'fuse'*

Alisaie: Oh fuck-- WYLL!

Wyll: On it! *Misty Steps to Volo*

Stabnation: *ensues*

And, once the stabbing is done...

Alisaie: They don't step in when innocent people are being attacked, but they give me funny looks for looting the corpses of people I killed in self-defense? What is wrong with people?!? Last time I checked, there wasn't a decree about leaving someone's coin to pay for their burial or anything...

Wyll: I think there were fewer dead people at the time, and the coffin-maker wasn't dealing with a month of backlog.

Alisaie: We don't dump criminals into mass graves anymore? Eh, whatever. I suppose we should check in on Volo.

Volo: You're welcome!

Alisaie: ...Excuse me?

Volo: A daring rescue was just the thing you needed to add to your legend! I have things to impart but in private! Yes! I'll be back at your camp! ...Um ... where is your--?

Alisaie: *sigh* Elfsong Tavern, upper rooms.

Volo: Fabulous! *exits in an Elfsong-wards direction*

Shadowheart: Did you have to tell him where we were staying?

Alisaie: Maybe he doesn't have anything important to tell us, but at this point, I'm not taking any risks. Now, let's head in that general direction via the Society of Brilliance. Blurg always has the best components and... Huh.

Wyll: Huh?

Shadowheart: Yes, we should probably go investigating the singing. Sounds like a Water Queen funeral. Got any offerings you'd like to make?

Alisaie: Song, respect, my sword to avenge them if they were killed--

Allandra: Yes! That one! Evil poisoned creatures came and--

Alisaie: Okay. I get it. I'll find whatever did this. Promise. I just really do need to speak to the Society of Brilliance and get a decent night's sleep. This should be fine because the gods are at least supposed to understand mortal needs and mortal frailties.

Gale; Shadowheart: *grumble*

Alisaie: I said 'supposed to'.

And, walking towards their rooms...

Alisaie: I really don't like this. Too many people are just plain missing and--

Lae'zel: This child is the imposter!

Alisaie: ...the fuck? Lae'zel, Gortash said it was one of our allies, not a little kid who barely knows half of what we've been doing-- Oh. Right. Okay, Orin, c'mon out and leave the kid alone.

'Lae'zel': *shanks the kid anyway*

Alisaie: Oh you nasty little--

Orin: *taking her true form* So I have a deal for you--

Alisaie: Where is Lae'zel?!?

Orin: Safe for now. But here's the deal. You finish off Gortash for me, then you come down to me and you and I fight it out for the stones!

Alisaie: What, no "Rule at my side" bullshit?

Orin: Oh, no. I want to make you bleed. I want you to make me bleed. We will flay each other in glorious battle and the pain and the blood and the--

Alisaie: Oh for fuck's sake shut up! How exactly am I supposed to trust you?

Orin: *shrug* Don't disappoint me, or your friend suffers. *poofs*

Alisaie: Well ... fuck.

Shadowheart: She and I never really saw eye to eye, but...

Alisaie: I know, I know. We will fix this. I just need a night to figure out how. One way or another, both of those two dickwaffles are going down, but finding the best way without getting Lae'zel killed is ... tricky.

Jaheira: I admit to being new with this entire party, but ... you didn't seem the least bit surprised when the false Lae'zel held a child at knifepoint.

Alisaie: She does that.

Shadowheart: Seriously. She does that.

Astarion: How many holes will I have poked in me by various people's weapons if I ask if we're really invested on saving someone who's been ... honestly, nothing but antagonistic, that I've seen.

Alisaie: Well, you two have seldom if ever worked together, so maybe consider there's shit you haven't seen. Also, if you want pragmatism, what's Kith'rak Voss going to say when he finds out we let a murder-happy asshole kill one of his only allies? We've already got half the gith race wanting us dead; we don't need the other half too.

Astarion: Buuuuuut you're doing it because you're a hero and she's a friend.

Alisaie: And I am giving you pragmatic reasons to let you save face and never have to admit you're worried too.

Astarion: ...Right. Insight Queen. I'm shutting up now...

Alisaie: Right. I am going to try to sleep, but first I should see if any of Volo's stuff is useful at all.

Volo: Lovely little set-up you have here! I'll just make myself at home, shall I?

Alisaie: But--

Volo: So which bed is mine?

Alisaie: But you said--

Volo: Ooh, vegetable soup!

Alisaie: .........I am going to bed so I don't yeet you out the nearest window!

#Faerun!Alisaie #Thess liveblogs Baldur's Gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[certifiedtrashmouth]

hey there! thank you for stumbling upon my little corner of the internet! before you request anything and we get to party, we've gotta set some ground rules.

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most of my blog is 18+ content. i don't really feel comfortable with minors hanging out around here, and i do check the profiles of people who interact with my writing. if you're a minor and interact with any of my 18+ content, i will block you. if you interact with any of my fluff/angst that doesn't include 18+ content, you'll probably just be on thin ice. i would prefer you do not follow me, though.

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likes, reblogs, comments, messages, asks, etc. are welcome! appreciated, as a matter of fact! don't worry about spamming me - it doesn't really bother me.

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please do not send a request more than twice (especially on anon. if you're not on anon, i'll usually message/answer privately to let you know i got the request)! and do not include me in any spamming requesting (i.e. you are copy/pasting the same request into multiple writers ask boxes). that's simply not cool. writers don't like to copy each other, and like some variety! if you want me to write something inspired by another writer, or do my own take on it, that's fine, but include that in your request so i can properly credit the original writer and decide if i want to even do so. also - please send requests through my ask box. i don't always catch every reply on a post.

i'm an adult. i've got a life, and school, and work (so, so much work), and a fic that takes precedence over requests currently. i promise i'll get to it as i have my requests open currently and adore doing them!

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if you would like to be on a tag list of mine, please ask/message me! specify what exactly you'd like to be tagged in.

examples: "can you tag me in all your eddie writing?" or "can you tag me in part 2 of [insert fic]?"

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alright, boring stuff out of the way! now onto what i'm willing to write!

characters i write for:

▻ eddie munson. (stranger things) ▻ steve harrington. (stranger things) ▻ robin buckley. (stranger things) ▻ nancy wheeler. (stranger things) ▻ jonathan byers. (stranger things)

as my blog and interests grow, this list may also! i'll make posts if i add any other characters/shows/movies. just to give an idea, i have written for spencer reid from criminal minds in the past (the fic is on my ao3 and wattpad). i don't currently, but might change my mind one day. who knows.

topics i'm comfortable writing:

▻ smut ▻ angst ▻ fluff ▻ some triggering topics (i'll mention my big 'no's i can't handle, personally, below)

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now, for the most important part...

what i won't write (no exceptions):

▻anything regarding romantic pairings with the children of stranger things. they may show up in my writing, but only as background characters. they're minors - i'm an adult. it just feels weird. ▻piss kink/waterplay. definitely not kink shaming if you're into it. just not my cup of tea, especially when writing! ▻rape/noncon. mentions of someone having a past with this may be the only exception, but i will not be writing any descriptive scenes including it. ▻CNC (consensual-nonconsensual). another one where i'm not kink shaming! just triggering. i avoid reading most of the time, and definitely avoid writing. sorry. ▻descriptions of self-harm. especially cutting. again, mentions of someone having a past with this one/mentions of scars is fine, but a hard limit is writing a scene of this happening. i've written it in the past, and all it does is trigger.

if i think of anything else, i'll add it to the list.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

alright! if you've read through all of this, thank you, ily. let's get to partying.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Atonement Chapter 8

This arc really is a question and answer arc playing in parallel.

Let's think about the order of events in this chapter related to Keiichi and Rena's perspectives on things.

We start with the conclusion of Keiichi and Rena's phone conversation where Rena reveals how the fanatic division in Hinamizawa plans to release a super form of the brain parasite onto the village as part of Oyashiro-sama's curse.

If we've been paying attention up to this point, we know this is ludicrous because we know there is no fanatic group. But if this were a proper question arc, this would be another thing to add to the list of occult events we had in those arcs.

The next morning, we have Keiichi decide to confront Mion over this only for her to clear up everything. The brain parasite thing is just Takano making up dumb occult fictions. There is no fanatic group and that white van was just a gardener who got lost. Chie said he works for Okonogi Landscaping, but I'll go ahead and reveal his name actually is Okonogi.

So now we're being given clear information on events. This section is part of the "answer" to the previous section's "question".

But then the moods of these two scenes come crashing into each other when we cut to Rena. If this were a pure question arc, we as the reader might accept her conclusion over all this. Everyone is conspiring together to hunt her down and even her friends have betrayed her.

But since we were given that moment of clarity in the middle of this chapter, we understand that Rena is very mistaken. And we can hearken back to Abducted by Demons to realize this is what actually happened. The Mion and Rena he saw then were just paranoid figments just like how Rena is seeing Keiichi and Mion now.

Now let's talk about the scene I skipped over because it just tangles everything up. Between the question and answer scenes, we are treated to one more scene at Rika's house.

The first thing we see is Satoko sleeping making it very clear that Rika is NOT talking to her.

And the person she is talking to is introduced using only their feet. And we get a fuzzy glimpse of "the annoying one."

This is Oyashiro-sama.

The villagers believe Rika to be the reincarnation of Oyashiro-sama. And she is believed to see the future.

While the answer arcs are proving there are no village-wide murder conspiracies and is setting up a new occult element only to smash it and all other ones, this chapter took some time to tell us that Oyashiro is real and doesn't approve of underage drinking.

And it's also hinting that Rika knowing the future is not because she is a seer but because this has happened before. She has had this mood every time we've focused on her during this arc.

Rika apparently got some of her speech quirks from Oyashiro-sama. Oyashiro also addresses everyone as "sir".

If this arc were divided into a proper question and answer arc, we would already know how this ends as well. Eye Opening has established that the answer arcs' job is to show us what truly led to the horrific tragedies that occur.

So now we know what that is. Rena will do something that gets Rika killed and her body burned black. On it's own, it's not much to go off of. But the manga-only Beyond Midnight comes in to fill the gap. This is the events that led up to Rena blowing up the school while screaming about alien parasites.

Now when we enter the "answer" scene, we know both what tragedy will occur and how horribly mistaken Rena is as she leads us to it.

And the worst part is all this will happen because Takano made a joke that was taken way too seriously and would still be believed 20 years later.

I am losing my mind over how Rika and Satoko have a TV.

What do they use it for? As far as I can tell, they don't have a satellite receiver and cable probably doesn't extend to such a remote location. Do they have a VCR? Do they have movie nights?

Do they have an Atari 2600? Satoko would TOTALLY be a gamer.

The famicom will be released in less than a month. Satoko's gonna want one.

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Spoiler Discussion

And the really genius thing happening during the "answer" scene is it also throws us off the track of what is happening in the greater scope of things.

The brain parasite thing IS important, but it's being presented as a silly tale that Takano wrote for fun.

Meanwhile, Okonogi is being swept under the rug as being a harmless minor character. But he really is as dangerous as Rena thinks he is. It's just that she's wrong about why.

#higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread #higurashi when they cry

[libbygilbs]

LIBBY GILBERT ( ELLE FANNING ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from BOSTON, MA. SHE is known around the island as THE WILD CHILD because she is CHARISMATIC and INDEPENDENT but can also be RECKLESS and SELF ABSORBED. SHE reminds of makeup that’s the slightest bit smudged, smoking on a fire escape during a party in the middle of the winter , the way that doing something bad can feel so good.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Elizabeth (Libby) Stella Gilbert

NICKNAMES: Lib(s)

BIRTHDAY: October 15, 2002

AGE: 18

HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusetts

BIRTHPLACE: New York City, New York

RELIGION: Non-Practicing Christian (Presbyterian)

ETHNICITY: White

NATIONALITY: American

EDUCATION: High School Senior

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Middle Class (closer to Upper Class rather than Middle Class though)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5’9

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Blonde

BUILD: Slim

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Small scar on elbow

NOTABLE FEATURES: Rosy cheeks,

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: Cut her hand / thumb after accidentally breaking a glass as a little kid and still can’t bend her thumb all the way forward

ALLERGIES: Artificial Orange Flavoring (Oddly enough it’s the only artificial flavor that she has an issue with)

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: Parties, Watching movies, socializing

LIKES: Nighttime in a big city, drugs, gossip, designer clothing, long painted nails

DISLIKES: Political functions, small talk, following rules, waking up early, acne

QUIRKS: Libby loves rings and has a wide selection of them in order to have a couple that could go with basically any outfit that she could put together. The only ring that she wears with every outfit and practically never takes off is a gold signet style ring with an L engraved on it. Her sisters and mother all have the same one with their respective initials so it holds much more sentimental value than any other piece of jewelry that she owns. Over the years, she has developed a habit of twisting the ring around the tip of her left hand pointer finger when feeling nervous or uncomfortable .

STRENGTHS: From the time that she was a small child, Libby was fiercely independent. When approaching a task, she often takes charge, especially when working in group settings. She also isn’t afraid to speak her mind about her feelings towards things and doesn’t let people take advantage of or walk all over her.

WEAKNESSES: Libby lives for the feeling of an adrenaline rush. She views it as being courageous and spontaneous but the problem with this is that she’s never been good at thinking before doing something. This “courage” and “spontaneity” often turn into recklessness and impulsive behavior which tends to end up putting Libby into situations that are dangerous to herself and to others. She has a pretty bad temper which causes a tendency to get into and to cause arguments.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Independent, Charismatic, Bold, Loyal, Outspoken

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Reckless, Hotheaded, Impulsive, Hedonistic, Self-Absorbed

MENTAL DISABILITIES: Bipolar 1, ADHD

FIVE FUN FACTS

Libby’s dad is a politician and is in the midst of campaigning for mayor of Boston. So because of that, she and her family are not famous by any means but semi-well known within the city.

Much to the distain of her parents, Libby has seven piercings — three in her earlobes, two in her left ear’s cartilage and one in her right ear’s, a nose ring on her left nostril, and a belly button piercing (which her parents are not aware of.) She also has a small stick and poke tattoo of a lighting bolt on the middle finger of her left hand which she got from a guy who had she met 15 minutes prior at a Boston College frat party. It’s been a year since and she’s been telling her parents that she drew it on with a sharpie the few times that one of them has noticed.

She has a crazy good memory to the point where it borders on being photographic but only about certain things. Most of the things that stick in her mind seem to be weirdly specific facts and details as opposed to useful information.

There’s a two inch long scar in the shape of a half circle on her elbow She got it last fall when her boyfriend at the time tried to teach her how to skateboard.

She has a bad habit of deciding that she wants to learn how to do something, trying it out for a little bit and then forgetting about it. Currently she’s been trying to teach herself to play the bass.

FLIGHT ATTIRE If there’s one thing that Libby can’t stand about travel, particularly while flying, it’s the discomfort. As an attempt to prevent this as much as possible, she opted to dress comfortably rather than to look nice. This is fairly out of character for her as she usually cares a lot about the manner in which she presents herself, especially when she’s going to be meeting new people. That being said, she didn’t even want to be going on the retreat so she felt no desire to put forth any effort into a good first impression. She ended up wearing a pair of navy lululemon Hotty Hot shorts, a light blue tank top, a chunky beige cardigan that was big enough to practically function as a blanket and some rings from her vast collection and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail tied up with a white scrunchie.

PERSONAL ITEMS

A half empty bottle of Glossier You perfume which somehow didn’t shatter during the crash.

A medium large sized makeup bag that Libby filled with various small bottles of alcohol that she stole from her mother before leaving

A pill container with about 85 days worth of a 90 day supply of Lamictal

BONUSES BACKGROUND INFORMATION: These are just the answers to the prompts from the application but they provide a little more insight into who she is as a person, TW for drug use.

CHARACTER INSPO: Audrey Horne (Twin Peaks), Lux Lisbon (The Virgin Suicides), Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks), Effy Stonem (Skins), Evie Zamora (Thirteen), Madison Montgomery (American Horror Story: Coven), Kathryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions)

PINTEREST BOARD PLAYLIST

#wilds.intro #this is like eight million years late rip #i'll probably add things onto this but! this is what we've got for now! #anyways hi hello im maggie and this is my baby #cant wait to start writing with yall!! #xoxo mwah

[blxetsi]

armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, and eren jaeger polyamorous headcanons (modern au)

armin arlert x gn!reader, mikasa ackerman x gn!reader, eren jaeger x gn!reader, mikasa x armin x eren x gn!reader

warnings: uhh fluff, this is very long, reader has a gf b4 getting w ema,

this is like my first post since feb that isnt a request 😍😍😍 how did i pull this out of my ass

- obv eren, mikasa, and armin have been besties since childhood so its no wonder they all got together first 🤩🙏

- and theyre all hot so why wouldnt they wanna date each other

- i think armin and eren wouldve gotten together first, and then invited mikasa into their relationship

- the three of them have been officially going steady for like over a year now, and its going really well

- they didnt really expect you to drop into their lives tho

- youre an old friend of historia's and you two reconnected after you moved to the city, securing yourself a decent paying job working as a writer for the city paper

- you usually get the boring stuff, never able to get a good story to write about, focusing your time on heartwarming stories in the community or the sports column

- its boring but it pays the bills

- you were thankful when historia called you during your lunch and asked if you wanted to get drinks at a bar with her and a couple of other friends

- of course you said yes

- so historia and her girlfriend ymir picked you up after work, having dinner with them after a long week was the best, but you were a bit nervous to meet all of their friends

- thats how you met eren, mikasa and armin

- at first you were sure that mikasa and eren were dating, seeing as mikasa had her head on the taller man's shoulder, while his arm was wrapped around her

- but when armin leaned down to give mikasa a kiss before heading off to the bar you werent so sure

- ymir pulled you away to get more drinks and explained to you what the situation was, while commenting on the way you gawked at the three of them before

- you were embarassed to say the least but they didnt bring it up that night so you hoped the throuple didnt notice (they did)

- you really hit it off with all of them though, especially sasha and jean, and were constantly talked about among the friend group

- because of your demanding job dealing with writers block and deadlines you couldnt really meet up with all of them often, usually just having sleepovers at ymir and historia's apartment, the three of you drinking while you wrote on your laptop

- after a couple months of casual hangouts with historia and ymir and their friends, you kinda became one of them too which was nice

- you were added to the groupchat, you all followed each other on social media, and a certain brunet had taken a liking to you

- eren didnt know why exactly he was so attracted to you but he was, maybe it was your hair, or how pretty your skin looked even when oily or with breakouts, maybe it was your smile or your body or your sense of humor or you kindness or maybe it was all of it

- eren jaeger would always stay faithful to his boyfriend and girlfriend, but maybe they could add another person into the mix, more to love right ?

- he had only known you for a couple of months though, he didnt want to jump the gun and bring this up with his partners so soon, especially if they didnt feel the same way he did

- and it would be a bummer if you turned out to be a bad person or smth

- so summer rolls around with lots of memories being made with your new friends, as well as friends from work, and you get a girlfriend ??

- shes not really your girlfriend you two have only been out on a couple of dates and she kisses you a lot but, you havent talked about labels

- one night you, along with your friends are back at the same bar where you first met them

"so, tell us about the girl youre seeing." ymir says, smirking over her beer.

eren's ears perked up at the mention of you seeing someone. "girl ?"

historia nodded. "mhm ! y/n's been talking to someone recently, they've gone on dates and kissed and stuff."

"and stuff, jesus tori you make it sound like we've had sex." you sighed.

the blonde just laughed, leaning her body onto her freckled companion.

"well ? what about her ?" eren asks. armin slapped him on the arm, already having suspicions about eren's interest in you.

your shoulders sagged. "well, she's great and everything, truly..."

"but ? is there a but in this ?" connie asked. sasha started laughing at connie's use of the word but, while jean slapped the girl on the arm because of her reaction.

you shrugged, swirling what was left of your fruity cocktail in your glass. "well, i'm not sure. she's very lively, and sweet. but i don't know, i just don't see myself being able to be in a steady relationship with her."

"so you're gonna end it ?" eren asked. you thought he seemed a bit too eager about your failure in the love department.

"why do you care so much ? you like the thought of me being lonely ?" you shot back, before downing the rest of your drink.

"no i just-"

"i think what eren means is," mikasa intervened, her smooth voice calming you as she looked at you with a smile on her face. "is that there's no point in staying with her if you can't see yourself with her. don't lead her on."

you nodded. "you're exactly right my friend. which is the plan for tonight because i," you quickly checked the time on your phone. 8:17. "have a date with miss molly at nine, so i will be taking my leave."

the group engaged in a chorus of boos for leaving so early, while you chuckled and took the lighthearted insults thrown at you by sasha and connie with ease. grabbing all of your things you put down two twenties onto the table. "i'll see you guys later, have a goodnight." as you walked off you heard jean yell "have a good time you heartbreaker !" making you shake your head

- the date with molly went less then well. she yelled, and cried, and even tried hitting you at one point. your walk back from the park was spent blocking her on every form of social media you followed her on, and when you got back to your apartment you spent the night in a hot bath before retiring to bed

- meanwhile, armin and mikasa were trying to pry the truth out of eren, who was constantly denying his attraction to you

- finally mikasa took one for the team "eren, you aren't alone with the way you feel, i do too." this made eren more willing to open up to his partners

- armin doesnt say anything about you, only saying how youre kind. he doesnt feel the way that his girlfriend and boyfriend do, but he knows that may change

- soon enough, more time flies and christmas rolls around, with you all deciding to have a secret santa get together.

- historia invites everyone to her home on christmas eve, with ymir begrudgingly allowing it

- bertholdt and annie come too, reiner not being able to make it due to going home for christmas, while everyone else decided to stay in the city

- you picked out your secret santas at the beginning of november so you would all have enough time to find something for each other, you hoped whoever picked your name gave you something good

- after hours of games and karaoke and drinking you all decided it was time to open the presents

- ymir got socks from bertholdt, connie got an ugly beanie from ymir, historia got new pens from mikasa, mikasa got knitting needles from annie, annie got a dumbell from eren, jean got a not so appropriate t shirt from connie, jean gave sasha more comic books, armin gave new stationary paper to bertholdt, sasha gifted you that new biography you've been wanting to read and you gave armin your old copy of frankenstein by mary shelley

- he was surprised but very thankful, "how did you know i needed a new copy ?" "well i remember you said eren spilt water on your old one, and the pages just stuck together so i thought you might as well have mine"

- it warmed armin's heart that you remembered something so insignificant, and opened him up to the thought of being with you

- the rest of the night was spent with hugs and thankfulness, cheering when the clock struck 12 and it became christmas day

- after getting things cleaned up everyone decided it was time to leave, with armin, eren and mikasa offering to give you a ride home

- a ride where armin straight up kissed you in the backseat

- you stopped him of course, thinking that it was weird he would cheat on his partners right in front of them, while they were shocked all on their own for different reasons, armin who didnt have feelings for you KISSED you

- and surprisingly armin took the lead in explaining how he felt, why he kissed you, an apology for doing so, and an offer to start dating all three of them

- your heart was pounding in your ears and your entire face felt hot, it was probably the alcohol, or the way his lips felt so soft when they touched yours, so you said yes.

- its not smooth sailing from there

- youre kind of awkward

- this is your first relationship where you really feel like you could love these guys (you already do) but its also your first relationship with multiple people

- the trio start inviting you over more often, soon for sleepovers, and start inviting themselves over at your own place, mainly eren

- he just comes at random times, sometimes when youre not even there and waits for you, or stays and cleans up a bit before leaving

- armin and you share a deep love of literature, and you often find yourselves in hot debates about whatever youve read (mikasa and eren have to pry you two away before things get physical)

- mikasa likes to cook with you, she shares recipes that her mom taught her, and her and armin love to cook dinner together whereas eren is the breakfast maker of the household

- the first time you slept in the same bed as them you were so nervous your whole body thumped to the tune of your heartbeat, you were convinced armin could even hear it as he was laying beside you, but eren wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his large chest before whispering "youre as stiff as a board, relax honey"

- eren snores, mikasa drools, armin has those dreams where you fall and then violently wake up before you hit the ground

- slowly but surely you stop thinking about your relationship as the trio and you, but as all of you together, and that really helps you come out of your shell a bit

- you may still be in the honeymoon phase, and there may be bumps along the way, but you like being with armin, eren, and mikasa. they make you so happy, it feels like the happiest youve been in a long time

- you like watching eren and armin dance in the living room while you and mikasa cuddle on the couch, before the boys pull you two up as well

- you like when armin reads to you, his soft voice reciting the words of the great gatsby

- you like it when eren can just tell youve had a rough day, and pulls you into a hug like hes protecting you from all the bad things in the world

- you love being with them. you love them. and you think that theyre it for you

i rushed the ending bc im fucking tired but i kinda wanna do a poly!series with like sasha, connie and jean, or annie, bertholdt and reiner, or any other poly ships u guys may request !

so yeah pls give me feedback it rlly helps me figure out whether you want a polyamorous series (or just like what i write in general), and it would be my first series ever which would be super cool anyways

yeah requests open for poly!ships anyways

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager headcanons #mikasa ackerman headcanons #mikasa ackerman x reader #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlert x reader #armin attack on titan #mikasa x reader #attack on titan mikasa #eren x armin #eren x mikasa #mikasa x eren #mikasa x armin #armin x eren #armin x mikasa #eren x mikasa x armin #eren x mikasa x armin x reader #polyamory #polyamourous #polyamorous #poly!aot

[marvelmusing]

Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 2

My Masterlist

“1985, huh?” You say, looking up from the briefing Mobius has just handed you.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll spot a delorian?” He jokes, making a Back to the Future reference. You smile at him, remembering when you’d first mentioned the movie. You hadn’t been at the TVA long, to your knowledge.

You’re sat in one of the cafes, explaining something about the timeline to Casey, and you make an offhand reference to the movie. To which, Casey looks even more confused. You glance at Mobius, who’s been sat next to you, watching your teaching with a smile. You offer them both a small smile, at yet another reminder that you’re from somewhere very different from the rest of them.

“Neither of you have seen it have you?” Mobius shakes his head.

“Not a lot of chances for watching movies when dealing with the timeline. Should we get the chance, I’d love to.” It’s a few days later when you give him the chance.

“Honey, I’m home.” You hear Mobius call out, which brings a smile to your face. Whilst you had your own apartment, you much preferred staying with Mobius, like you did when you first arrived at the TVA. You hear him set down a pile of papers in the kitchen, before making his way into the lounge where you’re sat waiting for him. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s all this?”

“Back to the Future. I went through my file, and managed to find a version that I watched that was uninterrupted. Then I isolated it, and copied it onto one of those cassette reel things, so that it’ll play on your mini projector.” You pause, before adding, “I probably put too much effort into this but, I thought we could have what my time considers a movie night?”

“A movie night?” Your face falls slightly, feeling embarrassed by your suggestion.

“We don’t have to-“ you start. He shrugs off his jacket and settles down next to you.

“Did I not tell you I wanted to watch it, should I get the chance?”

“Well, yeah.” He gestures to the projector.

“Let’s get this show on a roll.” You grin at him, before quickly pressing play on the projector. Mobius leans an arm on the couch and pulls you to his side. “You finally have clearance to access to your file, and you use it to watch Back to the Future?”

“What else was I supposed to do with it?” You joke.

You and Mobius head to the cubicle where you left Loki this morning. You spot him wapping against the desk with a magazine.

“Training going well?” You ask him. He leans back in his chair, attempting to look casual.

“Yeah.”

“Is that my jet ski magazine?” Mobius asks him. “Put it down. Gear up. There's been an attack. Let's go.” He hands Loki the jacket he’s been carrying. You set the briefing down on the desk, and follow Mobius. Loki trails behind you. “Put it on.” Loki shrugs the jacket on, adjusting the collar before posing.

“Nice.” You tell him with a smile.

“Good. Yeah, smart.” Mobius says distractedly. You soon reach the Timedoors, where a small group of hunters have gathered to wait. B-15 opens up the briefing.

“C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We've grabbed enough temporal aura to know it's our Loki Variant. But which kind of Loki, remains unknown.”

“They're the lesser kind, to be clear.” Loki specifies. B-15 sighs,

“Let me see the back of that jacket.” Loki does a small turn, showing the group the back of his jacket, where the bright orange letters reading VARIANT stand out. Everyone is the group shares a small smile. You’re glad you don’t have to wear one of those anymore.

“Very subtle. Well done.”

“I don't want anybody out there to forget what you are.”

“Oh, your only hope of capturing a murderer?”

“No. A cosmic mistake.”

“That's enough.” Mobius interrupts.

“Lovely.” You hear Loki murmur.

“Here's the deal.” Mobius begins. “When we get out on the branch, we're not just looking for a Time Criminal. We're looking for a Loki. A variation of this guy. A type we should all be very familiar with, because the TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, almost more than any other Variant.” He skims through a few of the Loki Variants that the TVA have caught before. “And no two are alike. Slight differences in appearances, or not so slight. Different powers, although, powers generally include: shapeshifting, illusion projection, and my favourite-”

“Duplication casting.” Loki interrupts

“Illusion projection.”

“No, they're two completely different powers.”

“How?” You ask him.

“Illusion-projection involves depicting a detailed image from outside oneself, which is perceptible in the external world, whereas duplication-casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure. But you already knew that.” He explains. You catch a glimpse of Mobius’s smirk before he says,

“Okay, take a breath. Noted. We're gonna break into two teams, including myself and Professor Loki.”

“Why?” A hunter stood beside you asks.

“Because whoever this Variant is, we haven't been able to find him. So let's bring in an expert.” Loki looks around at the group before adding a quiet,

“That's me.”

As the hunters prepare themselves, you hear Loki ask, “Do I get a weapon?” You laugh lightly,

“No chance.”

“Well, I'll have my magic back. Is no one concerned about that?”

“Of what?” Mobius asks.

“Me betraying you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You know that we’ll just catch you again.” You tell him.

“And how's betraying us gonna get you any closer to the Time-Keepers?” Mobius adds. Loki leans forward, his attention fixed on Mobius.

“An audience with the Time-Keepers is on the table?”

“Keep that focus.” Mobius tells him. The three of you follow the hunters through the Timedoor, and out into 1985 Wisconsin. Your group makes their way through the crowd of the Renaissance fair before entering a large tent. It’s dark inside, with only a few lanterns to light your path. You watch as B-15 bends down to grasp examine a helmet left abandoned on the floor.

“So he's taking hostages now?” She says, turning to Mobius.

“The Variant's never taken a hostage before.”

“Maybe he's upping his game.”

“Or he pruned her.” One of the hunters remarks, you frown at his callousness towards his colleague.

“A Loki couldn't have gotten the jump on C-20.”

“I think you underestimate, actually...” Loki begins.

“Fan out and search for her. And hurry up, we're at three units until red line.” B-15 orders. Mobius sets a hand on your arm, and the two of you head to the exit.

“Come on.” He says to Loki.

“Wait. If you leave this tent, you'll end up like them.” Mobius stops beside Loki.

“What do you see?”

“I see a scheme, and in that scheme, I see myself.” Loki begins to ramble about an old Asgardian saying.

“Two units. He is wasting our time.” B-15 interrupts.

“Okay. Come on, Loki, make a long story short.” Mobius encourages.

“We need to look for C-20.”

“That's exactly what the Variant wants you to do. It's a trap. He's waiting for you outside this tent.”

“Should I secure the reset charges?”

“No. He wants me. I'm the key to his plan. He knows that I'm stronger. And he rightly believes that together we can overthrow and rule the TVA. But that's not what I want. I have a new purpose. I'm a servant of the Sacred Timeline. And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the Variant, but I need assurances.” He says, looking to Mobius. You glance up at Mobius, frowning slightly. Surely he isn’t believing what Loki’s saying? His eyes catch yours and there’s a small twinkle in them. You hide your smile. Loki circles around Mobius.

“Yeah?” Mobius offers.

“Assurances that I won't be completely disintegrated the moment the job has been done.”

“Right.” Loki leans forward, before whispering,

“We'll need to speak to the Time-Keepers at once. They're in graver danger than we realized.”

“He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there.” Mobius calls out to the group.

“Reset the timeline.” B-15 orders.

“You had me for a second. My ears are sharp too.” He points at Loki’s chest. You follow Mobius out of the tent.

“Well that went well.” You remark, hearing Mobius sigh. He runs his hand over his face.

You’re tucking into your lunch when you spot Mobius. He picks out a drink and a salad before making his way over to you. You give him a small smile,

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How did it go with Renslayer?” He sighs, leaning his head back, before getting comfortable in his seat.

“Well, our Loki hasn’t been deleted yet.”

“That’s good then?” You offer. He sighs,

“Yeah. Though he’s getting more and more talkative.”

“You did say he loves to talk. Where is he now?”

“I’ve left him with the archives, hopefully he’ll be reading for the next few days. Or at least long enough for me to finish lunch.” He begins to eat his salad. Just then, Loki scampers in looking like a manic puppy.

“I found something.” Mobius shakes his head, keeping his attention on his lunch,

“No, I said don’t bother me until you've read all the files.”

“I have.”

“Every file?”

“Yes.”

“Pertaining to the Variant?”

“The answer isn't in the files, it's on the timeline. He's hiding in apocalypses.”

“Which apocalypse?” You ask.

“Any time in history? There's, like, a million of 'em.” Mobius adds.

“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?”

“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I'm sorry.” Loki pauses looking down.

“Yes, very sad.” He immediately perks up again. “Anyway, it got me thinking. Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right?”

“Well, it's a little more complicated, but, yeah.”

“Great. And then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.”

“And so on and so forth, until eventually, a new timeline branches. Yes?”

“Chaotic alterations of a predetermined outcome.”

“Exactly. So, let's just say...” He picks up the salad bowl from in front of Mobius.

“Mm-hm. What are you doing?”

“...your salad is Asgard in this scenario.” Loki continues.

“It's not Asgard, that's my lunch.” Mobius complains, the pouting clear in his voice. You lean forward, a hand on your chin to hide the smile at Mobius’s reaction.

“It's a metaphor. Just hang in there.”

“I want that salad.”

“And I could go down to Asgard before Ragnarok causes its complete destruction and I could do anything I wanted. I could, let's say, push the Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge.” He picks up a salt shaker and puts a large sprinkling of salt across Mobius’s salad.

“There he goes.” You say, feeling rather invested in this metaphor.

“The salt's Hulk?” Mobius asks, clearly not as enthusiastic as you.

“And I could also... Set fire to the palace.” He picks up a pepper pot and shakes the pepper across the salad.

“No, just stop. Don't set fire to the palace.”

“Okay? I can do whatever I want to do, and it would never matter. It wouldn't go against the dictates of the timeline because...” He sets down the shakers after nearly emptying them both. He heads to the table behind you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, God!” Mobius sighs.

“You!” Recognising the voice you look up to see Casey looking very confused.

“Nice to see you. I just need this for a second. Thanks.” Loki picks up Casey’s carton of juice, before sitting back down at your table. “Because the apocalypse is coming. Ragnarok, Surtur will destroy Asgard no matter what I do.”

“No, don't do...” Mobius sighs as Loki empties the carton over the remains of the salad.

“There's the apocalypse.” You say with a sigh, offering Mobius your bag of chips.

“That's the apocalypse?” He asks, taking a handful of chips from you with a smile.

“Ragnarok obliterates the salt. Ragnarok. There it is.” Loki gestures to the ruined salad with a proud smile.

“What am I lookin' at?”

“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor. But you see what I mean. It doesn't matter. It could be any apocalypse. It could be a tidal wave. It could be a meteor. It could be a volcano, a supernova. If everything and everyone around you is destined for imminent destruction, then nothing that I say or do will matter, because the timeline's not gonna branch. Hence, the Variant could be hiding in the apocalypse and do whatever he wants, and we wouldn't know!”

“Not bad.” You offer.

“Take me to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, I'll show you.” Mobius chuckles,

“Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”

“No, I'm not going home. We can go anywhere.”

“I'm not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse.”

“Oh, Mobius, come on! What could possibly go wrong? We gotta properly test this theory.”

“Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test.”

“I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal.” He most definitely would stab someone in the back.

“Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like 50 times.”

“Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old.” You both laugh at this. Mobius looks at you, and you shrug.

“Might as well try it?” You offer. Mobius nods,

“Okay.”

“Okay, look, you don't trust me, you can trust one thing. I love to be right.” Loki adds. That certainly isn’t a lie.

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