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pixiedust-poppers · 1 month

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you know funny enough, I feel like Jake and the neverland pirates would actually do really well as a Disney channel show for older kids (like say Gravity falls) instead of a preschool show. You’d be able to get more into lore and emotional stuff. Maybe even plot?

I don’t know, if they ever did decide to reboot the show it’s a neat idea.

*grabs your shoulders and shakes you excitedly*

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!!! LIKE!!!!

Ok, I think there is something to be done with Jake and his crew and his dynamic with Peter and Hook. Like for example how do the kids feel that Peter is only here for a day or a few hours, just enough to help with their issue? I'm sure the kids have a bit of an unhealthy attachment to him as he's really the only guardian figure they know, and as shown in Peter Pan's return, they all crave his attention so bad that they fuck up the mission trying to impress him! Like sure they can call him to bring him back to Neverland, but they don't perhaps he implemented a rule that they can only call him for emergencies. Which is also kinda hm. But you know he doesn't completely neglect them.

Word vomit incoming

Now let's take this a step deeper; what about Peter's relationship with them individually, it's clear he has a favorite, and it's Jake like that isn't a contest. Even if the show tries not to portray it in that manner it's obvious (I mean for fuck sake his name is in the title lol). His item(s)? A wooden sword personally hand-carved by Peter himself. After completing the Forever Quest, a golden sword called the Destiny Sword (towards the end of season 3) turns him into Captain Jake after giving the others a rousing speech about teamwork and how they can all get together to defeat Fathom with it. So it's clear he's the chosen (I'll touch more on that pressure later) by Neverland. But what does that mean for Izzy and Cubby? I mean sure they got items from him and he does care about them, but they're not as special as Jake. And they're never going to be, I mean god, Disney didn't even bother to make them Birthday episodes yet gave Jake two, then gave Skully and a minor character one. So it could develop into them realizing that while they are well-liked they aren't loved by Peter, Cubby is in denial about this revelation as he has gotten more gifts than Izzy. Izzy, the only girl in the main cast, is grated by this knowledge, she KNOWS and she has known for a long time. Enough to the point where perhaps she deserves a villain arc (then a redeemed villain arc) with the help of Captain Hook, who sees this opportunity to manipulate her for his gain.

Ok so jumping, let's go back to that Captain Jake issue. I personally didn't like Season 4, I thought it was shit BUT this new Captain Jake in a reboot could bring up an interesting little angst point called, "The pressure of being forced to be THE responsible one when you're only still a child." You might have all these other well-established Captains around you but, they depend on you to think of ideas, and come up with solutions to save the day, if you fail then it's on you but you're only 8 or 10 years old!!! A user mentioned this before but Jake could develop an entirely new personality as a Captain to make himself seem smarter and more capable than he actually is! This can go two ways A) he burns out and he burns out REAL bad and rather fast. B) The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and the realization of how much power he holds makes him realize he can almost do whatever he wants because he IS the 2nd most powerful person after Peter. This then comes his Power-tripping arc and the consequences of Peter not dividing this power between the trio, and being gassed up everyone, which raises his ego through the roof. This can only end badly obv and it does, how? idk but just know it does.

As for Captain Hook, because this is New Disney he can't be 100% back to his OG self but he can absolutely be raised to be more of an asshole in a Disney channel show and probably a bit fucked up. But you also would have to thread carefully on how you do these things, because one wrong move and Disney will have you rewrite the whole thing and tone it down more than need be. I also think there would be more to explore with the kids and their dynamic with him, since they also would have more nuance to them. They could have more stakes with him, and could honestly do more messed up shit with them he could make them have an inner conflict, he could manipulate one to join his side temporarily. Put the kids in more life-threatening situations that they don't come out unscathed from. Hell, you know what, I want him to win some episodes and get his way with Jake and his crew being powerless to stop it. It would teach a lesson that some days, you just can't win, someone who is nasty will win and get away with it and you have to be ok with that! (if you have resourced all your options first) Life will not always go your way. As for him and Red Jessica, show a toxic relationship, I mean come on do you REALLY think she has a thing for hook lol, it was shoehorned Hetero-shipping bait and it worked now can we do something else with it? As for smee, sharky and bones? I guess they can be less friendly to the sea pups, it would be more of a loyalty thing rather than a personal thing.

Also, the show could bring back the lost boys, to make the island seem less empty than it is, and maybe a different set of kids to replace the Native Americans.

Finally, to end this word vomit, the relationship between the kids. I really beg it be explored more. Now don't get me wrong they can have a wholesome and loving bond but not everything has to be peachy-keen. Like sure Jake is their captain but do they, not envy or resent him in some way? For example, they're all bright but Izzy is shown to be the brightest she has more knowledge about Neverland and its artifacts, so why is she not captain? Is it because she isn't naive enough? She isn't as nice or forgiving as Jake? She has no issue snapping at you when she's fed up? Then there's cubby, does he even have the real guts to be cut up for this type of thing? The classic "why him and not me?" type of deal. Then there's Cubby, does he hate being just stuck as coconut boy by his peers and other pirates? Will he ever break out of his shell, does he have a breaking point with his friends? Then Jake gets annoyed that they're not as in sync as they once were, he kinda hates that they're developing on their own and steadily gaining more and more independence. They're willing to talk back to him, be rude, and do less trio activities. Which leads to more conflicting ideas, possibly fights, and less "what I say goes!". He is scared of them changing and becoming their own individuals, he's scared that they might be growing up.

Sorry this is so so so long and rambly, I just have a lot to say about a reboot for this show that I cannot help myself.

#I also think it could be a bit more horror adjacent. specifically cosmic-eldritch horror #*monster too!#but as you can see I’m v passionate about a reboot for this show #it has potential if Disney is willing to experiment and be unsafe!#will it? maaaaybe..?#jake and the neverland pirates #jatnp #ask #also I will get your other post I promise!!

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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight¹

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut

sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar

⟶ wc. 1.8k

a/n: hii i couldn’t stop thinking about khonshu so here it is!! this was posted first on ao3 and will be onwardsss. the italics means khonshu is speaking inside your head whilst if dialogue means he’s actually talking outloud but of course only you can hear him anyways but for plot its what it is for now!! the structures kinda broken idk it uploaded weird but hope you enjoy!!!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

It wasn’t very easy to focus on writing this essay that you had due tomorrow, especially not if you had left it last moment and definitely not when you have a dead pigeon scowling at you as you ignored him.

His voice boomed through your head every second you had any thought of your own, he just kept interrupting all the focus and thoughts you had.

I’m serious, we must make haste. You sighed, rubbing your head. You continue to ignore him. You cannot ignore me all night, you are my moon knight, this is our deal.

You groan, throwing off your headphones against your couch. The music that could be heard from it echoed softly, and the bird looks at it with a tilted head.

“Couldn’t we just halt it for one night? You told me I could still live a normal life, this is a part of that normal life you promised me.”

Khonshu, the skully bird that you owed your life to scoffs, “Even if this thing you call an education of yours is a part of your normal life, the expectations of an avatar bestows it, above all else, you must devote yourself.”

You can’t roll your eyes much more, staring at the god who barely fit his head in your small apartment. He crouches slightly, his head nearly hits the roof and his staff is held at an angle. His cloak and bandages flow through non-existent wind, it is rather distracting.

He seemed unwilling to budge, you were used to it.

“Fine, can you wait thirty minutes?” You bargained, “Just thirty, okay?”

The God sighs, Sure, but do not make me wait much longer.

Khonshu practically breathes down your neck the entire time, down to every last second. The bird didn’t know much about personal space.

☆.・゜゜・*. * ·✧*. * ·★.・゜゜・✰

The next day you felt awfully sore, your body was so goddamn sore. The ceremonial suit healed enough of your body but you couldn’t stay in it long enough, you were too tired and fell asleep. Now you were at your early shift working in a small cafe, having to put the brightest smile on your face right now as you mopped the floors.

“Right,” Your manager walked by calling out your name, “We’re one short today so you guys are going to have a handful of work, they’re on the board so, that’s all I have for you.”

Great, seems like a lot of people were calling in sick this week and well, taking their goddamn holidays at any sign of sunlight but then again, people do take advantage of England's lack of sun but fuck, an indie cafe on the streets of London was bound to be popular, especially as a niche shop with barely any seats. It didn’t matter much, most people just take their drinks to go─for some reason even though it would be much cheaper and faster somewhere like Costa but maybe it was the cute cup sleeves.

“Well fuck me,” Your shift partner groans, she leans on the top of her broom, “Hopefully they don’t ask us to work overtime, again!”

You laugh.

“Surely wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought you enjoyed working?” You said jokingly.

She places a finger on her lips, “Hush, I only say that to impress him.” She was referring to the manager that had just come by, she did after all have the hugest crush on him.

A presence behind you couldn’t ignore, why was he here? Right now. You turned to face him, trying your hardest to not yell at him right now, no one else sees him but you and well, you didn’t want to seem like a crazy person.

“Khonshu, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t come to my job.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he could hear you. The dead bird hums, looking around the room with his huge head bouncing about. His heavy feet and staff against the ground could only be felt and heard by you. His bandages wrapped around your arms slightly as he brushed past you to stare at your friend.

His beak almost touches her, and she flinches when he teleports back towards you, “Huh, did he just turn the ac on? It’s far too cold for ac today.”

“Maybe?” You answered quickly feeling uneasy, confused as to what Khonshu was trying to do. “I’ll check.”

She thanks you as you basically run off towards the counters, pretending to press buttons on the touchscreen heat control. Hoping that the God that has you wrapped around his fingers would come too.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him as he leans against the drinks station, brushing his fingers against the coffee machines.

Khonshu hums, his voice echoes out of his throat, “I was curious as to what my avatar gets to in the daytime, the time I never see her.”

You sigh, placing a hand on your hips, “I work, Khonshu. It’s either work or school, do you think I go around selling drugs or something?”

Khonshu sighs, “No.”

He’s direct, but quick with his words even though a lot of it was vague and confusing to you. A ding signals a customer and you pushed past his large frame, the cold and wrapped up body burned under your warm touch but you didn’t know that only he felt it.

Khonshu watches you. He watches his small avatar do her mundane tasks. His large body leans back on the counter, he sees you from behind as you served a customer. A young guy, your age, and attractive. He smiles for far too long, and practically giggles as you spoke.

You asked if he wanted any cookies or cakes, and he smiles asking you what you would recommend. Khonshu recognized this pattern, the flirting that all his other avatars had been through, experienced, or done themselves. This happened a lot to his very beautiful avatar and you always turned them down but for some reason, Khonshu felt a discomfort watching you smile and play along with his vile intentions.

Little bird, give that man his coffee before I make him drink it through a hole in his stomach. He sees you flinch, you turn to scowl at him and he feels good about it. You did as he said, taking the man’s money and making his drink as the man stands and awaits his drink.

You moved back to take the coffee grinds and put them in the machine, smacking Khonshu’s thigh as he was in the way which made the God move but he still stays sat, his large beak brushing some of your hair. Must he stand and watch your every move, I will take his eyes and feed them to your rat back home.

“Khonshu, he’s just waiting for his coffee, a lot of people just stand like that and he asked for takeaway so he’s not even staying here,” You glare at him, “And Luna is a cat! Not a rat.”

That cat looks like a rat, I cannot believe you named her after the moon even though she is a disgusting creature. Khonshu grumbles. Gosh, you weren’t going to argue with him right now about your cat. You knew that she was not the cutest looking to everyone but hell, she was to you, and just because she’s a hairless cat he calls her a rat.

“I thought Egyptians honored cats,” You ask, quietly.

Hmm, not one that looks like a rat. I had many cats, beautiful creatures with fur. At least he was a cat person but still doesn’t make it for the fact that he did hate your cat.

Khonshu breathes down your neck the entire time you made the hot drink, until the time you handed it back to the customer. He watches the man’s hands linger on yours for far too long, he wanted to snap his wrist and bend it behind his back beyond humanly possible.

“Keep the change,” The man says, smiling ear to ear. You thank him, and hopes for him to have a good day. Khonshu was confused as to why you would wish for such a vermin to have a good day.

“See, just a customer,” You put the extra cash into the tips jar, “No need to get jealous.”

Jealous? Do I reek of jealousy little bird? I’m only worried for my avatar’s safety whether it be physically or mentally, and that worm seemed like someone with a corrupted heart. I do not get jealous. Khonshu spat his voice booms in your head.

You hum, turning to face him with a note in your hands, smiling at him, “A worm that gave me his number.”

Give it to me, I will erase it from existence. He reaches but you dodged and crumbled it into a ball before shoving it in your back pocket.

You shake your head, biting your lip, “Nah, I’ll text him─let’s see if you get jealous.”

You will not. I forbid it. Khonsu practically shouts in your ears, you only chuckle and walk past him. He drops the end of his scepter onto the ground to get your attention, “Y/n, as my avatar you will listen to me. You are forbidden to act upon this desire─”

“Nothing in our deal suggests you controlling my sex life, Khonshu, now either leave or stand out of the way rush hour is about to start.”

Khonshu does stand out of the way for a couple of minutes before you feel cold fingers brush against the sides of your hips, it pushes you against the counter as you waited for the blender to finish. The cold fingers belonged to him of course, the boney beak brushes the edge of your sweater.

His fingers slip their way slowly into your back pockets and you were unable to stop him, the crumbled paper leaves your pocket quickly and disintegrates upon his touch.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks redden at his tight hold. You can’t possibly be feeling like this around him, especially not in public. God, you haven’t been touched in months and the closest thing to a man’s hand has you already this worked up, you needed to get laid.

You cleared your throat, “You going to stand behind me all day?”

If needs be, my little bird. Khonshu’s voice breaks through your core, down the pits of your stomach. I sense no discomfort in you, rather, something else but I don’t think you are ready for that conversation.

With that, he leaves you with your breath choked up in your throat and your heart racing. You were only broken out of your trance when the blender dinged and you continued your routine, fill the cup, hand it over and smile.

☆.・゜゜・*. * ·✧*. * ·★.・゜゜・✰

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#khonshu #khonshu smut #khonshu x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #khonshu fanfiction #khonshu fanfic #avatar!reader #📖 ⟶ fic. under our moonlight

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askullinajar · 7 years

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The Shattered Frame (Part 5/7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Fic info: this is a sequel to my previous fic, The Living Ghost so go read that or this won’t make sense. Rating: General. Pairings: Lucy/Lockwood, Holly/Rani. Ao3 link: here.

A cluster of hauntings in a decrepit manor and the dripping spectre of a woman dressed all in black hits a little too close to home for Lockwood & Co’s newest member.

WARNING: There’s some detail about near-drowning at the start. Idk if anyone will be affected by that, but if you are, I won’t be offended if you skip it. Just Ctrl + F your way to ‘strong hands’. Happy reading, everyone!

Part 5 – An Icy Swim

The cold hit me all at once, seeping into my clothes, biting into my skin. My heart raced, blood rushed in my ears, I almost gasped for air in my blind panic. As a reflex, I thrashed around, frantically trying to get back to the surface, but I’d fallen in at an odd angle and struggled to contort my body the right way around.

After a terrifying few seconds, I managed to force my way to the surface, but I barely had time to gasp for air, and to see Lockwood being blasted back from the pool with Elizabeth reaching out for him, before the water churned around me and dragged me under again.

Lockwood. He needed help. I needed to help him.

I kicked my legs frantically, trying to fight against the heavy equipment on my belt that was pulling me down, but my hefty boots weighed my legs down. That, the numbing cold, the ghost lock creeping into my heart… it all made my movements sluggish.

I reached out and grasped at the edge of the pool, but my hands slid on the slimy tiles. My lungs screamed for oxygen. I tried to keep a grip on the edge of the pool, tried to gather enough strength to haul myself up.

Distantly, I heard people shouting. I recognised my friends’ voices; George and Kipps, then Holly and Skully. They’d help Lockwood. He’d be okay.

My head pounded painfully, my chest burned. I was cold, so cold. And tired.

I couldn’t stifle my reflexes anymore. I gasped for air, and water rushed into my lungs in its place. My fingers slipped from the tiles…

Then strong hands grabbed my arms and hauled me out of the water.

I sat there, on the wet grass, pressed up against Lockwood’s chest and coughing water up.

“Lucy? Lucy, are you alright?”

I gasped for air between coughing fits, and each breath seemed to rip my throat apart on the way down. I clutched at the arm Lockwood had around my torso for support, shivering violently. He was staring at me, eyes wide and frantic.

“Oh, I’m just dandy,” I croaked out at last, though I guess I didn’t convince him because he removed his coat and wrapped it tightly around me.

The others stood nearby, looking terrified as they gazed down at me.

“What happened?” I said.

“We got here just as it… Elizabeth was about to touch Lockwood,” Holly said. “Skully sort of…blasted her away.”

I looked over at my friend. He seemed pale and was staring into space with hollow eyes.

George seemed to have noticed, too. “Alright there, Skully? You look like –”

“If you say like I’ve seen a ghost, I’m cutting you,” Skully said, looking up abruptly to shoot George a glare.

“Jeez, why’re you so tetchy?” George said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Maybe because my best friend nearly drowned!”

“Oh, so now you care about people?”

“Lucy? Sure. If you wanted to take a dip in the pool, however –”

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Both of you, stop it! You’ll only make her stronger if you fight.”

“Maybe we should just call it a night,” Kipps suggested.

“No,” I said. “We can get this place cleared tonight, I know we can. I’m not letting that bitch hang around, so she can try and drown anyone else.”

“Lucy, you’re soaking wet and freezing,” Holly tried to reason. “You need to warm up or you’ll catch a cold. Or worse.”

“There’s a fireplace in the living room, we should be able to start a fire,” said Lockwood. “At least stay there and warm up while the rest of us handle this.”

I didn’t want to agree with him – I wanted to track that ghost’s source down and snuff it out for good – but I guess I wouldn’t be much use in the state I was in, so I nodded.

Holly still looked concerned. “It’ll take forever for your clothes to dry. You could still get sick.”

“I’ll dry her off first,” said Skully.

George raised an eyebrow at him. “And how d’you plan on doing that?”

Skully cracked his knuckles. “I have my ways. Luce, see that porch railing? Go hang onto it as tight as you can.”

It was with great apprehension that I slipped out of Lockwood’s coat and approached the railing, but I was desperate to warm up; my sopping clothes weighed me down and I was numb all over. I wrapped my stiff fingers as tight as I could around the railing.

“Ready?” said Skully.

“No.”

The gust of psychic wind nearly sent me flying, but I held on even tighter and squeezed my eyes closed. My hair whipped painfully against my face, my clothes flapped harshly around me. It wasn’t nearly as cold as most ghostly winds, I’d give him that, but still far from pleasant, and when it finally died down, I glared daggers at Skully.

“I h-h-hate y-you,” I said as my teeth chattered together and I shivered violently.

“You’re welcome,” said Skully, as Lockwood came over and wrapped his coat back around me. I was still freezing, but at least my clothes were now relatively dry, if completely wrinkled.

I sat, cross-legged, in the centre of the iron chain in the living room while the others ran around collecting firewood and building a fire. I don’t know how she’d managed to find them, but Holly bundled me up in several moth-eaten blankets, so Lockwood could have his coat back.

“Try not to smother her, Hol,” George said, snickering as Holly continued to fuss over me, pouring me mugs of boiling tea from our thermoses. I didn’t mind so much; with the roaring fire, the piles of blankets, and the warm cup of tea in my hands, feeling was finally starting to return to my body. It hurt like hell, but at least it was something.

Lockwood eyed Skully, who was still seeming a little off; he hadn’t insulted George in a whole ten minutes, it was kind of disconcerting. Lockwood clapped a hand on his shoulder. “How about you stay here and keep an eye on Lucy. Make sure she stays out of trouble.”

Skully shrugged. “I mean, I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

I shot both of them an unimpressed look.

Lockwood came over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of me. “You sure you’re okay, Luce? You gave me a fright there.”

I smiled at him. “I’m fine. Had to add nearly drowning to my list of near-death experiences at some point, I guess.” I didn’t tell him that my lungs still burned. That I could still feel the water pressing in on me.

Lockwood laughed, but it was short and sounded forced. “I’d rather you stopped having any near-death experiences at all.”

“Yeah, well, join the club.”

Lockwood just looked at me for a moment, his brows pulled slightly together, and his mouth tugged up a little at the corners. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Then he leant forwards and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“We’ll get this place sorted out. Stay safe, Lucy.”

“You too, Anthony.”

His cheeks got a faint pink dusting at that, and I committed that look to memory. Then I watched as he, George, Kipps, and Holly ventured back out of the living room to confront the Visitors, leaving me alone with Skully.

He walked forwards and sat beside me in the iron circle. I unwrapped the top blanket layer and draped it over both our shoulders.

“You okay?” I said.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem a little off, that’s all. Do you wanna talk about it?”

I was met with silence. I took that as a no and looked back at the fire.

“My family are only a few hours away from here,” I said, changing the subject. “I’m half tempted to pay a visit.”

“Why don’t you?”

I shrugged. “My sisters are all scattered. I don’t really get along with my mum. I could always just visit Mary, I suppose.”

“She your favourite?”

I glanced over at him. “Didn’t you have a favourite sibling?”

There was a pause, then, “My twin, I guess.”

I nearly spat out the tea I’d been sipping on. “Twin?! There was more than one of you in the world?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Twin sister.”

“Marginally better, I suppose,” I conceded. “Which one of you was born first?”

He huffed. “She was. But that made me the incredible seventh child, so can’t complain much.”

I frowned. “I’m a seventh child. Why’s that so special?”

“Not heard all the folklore around seventh children?” he said. “Why d’you think your Talents are so strong? Why d’you think Bickerstaff hired me?”

I shrugged it off, though I had been wondering why my Talent had been doing the opposite of fading as I got older. “What was your sister like?”

He shrugged. “Stubborn, bit of a temper, wanted people to think she was all strong and mature but she was actually a huge dork.”

The description sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn’t quite think who. “She sounds cool.”

He picked at a loose thread in the blanket. “Yeah, she was.”

He seemed uncomfortable with the conversation, so I let the matter drop. I shuffled closer and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You’re being soppy again,” he told me.

“I nearly froze to death. I need the warmth.”

“I don’t know how much warmth you’re gonna get from a half-dead guy.”

“Shut up and let me be soppy.”

We sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the flames dance and listening to the wood crackle. I could hear a few distant sounds – water dripping, faint voices – but no Visitors bothered us in the living room.

“Thanks for saving Lockwood, by the way,” I said, after a while.

“You would’ve killed me if I didn’t,” Skully replied.

“True, but we both know that’s not why. You’re becoming best buds.”

Skully scoffed. “Sure. I’ll be the best man at your wedding.”

I ignored the way my heart jolted at the thought of marrying Lockwood one day. “Shut up,” I told him. “Besides, you can’t do that when you’re giving me away.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I, now?”

“I mean, my dad’s dead. I don’t have any uncles or brothers or anything. You’ll have to do.”

“Charming.”

We heard a crash come from downstairs. I sat bolt upright, listening. I heard a scream – Kipps, I think – followed by a shout from Lockwood, then, faintly, the gush of water.

I lurched to my feet and grabbed my discarded rapier.

“Lucy,” Skully warned. “You need to rest. They can handle it.” But I was already charging out of the door, towards the stairs to the basement.

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#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #locklyle #lucewood #jonathan stroud #fanfic #fic #teg #post teg #i didn't make you wait too long this time #youre welcome #lets just ignore the fact that i have an essay due in like a week #i have a cold anyway #also #i figure after what i just put lucy through i should let her swear #heads up the next chapters gonna be super angsty #sorry in advance #rowan writes

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humerusimagines · 7 years

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How would mt sans react if his s/o was going through a really rough time in their life and he found out they self harm (again I'm really sorry for this, especially if you're not comfortable with the topic of self harm)

It’s alright hun but please message me if you need to and I hope you’re alright! Love ya Kel!♡

(I think I’m going to start calling MT Sans T-Bone and MT Paps Skully idk any siggestion for mt paps guys. Also, I’m starting to headcanon T-Bone not only loves Sinatra but is like similar to him? IDK I’m currently listening to “My Way” so like ??????)

I’ve had my own experiences with self-harm and I know we all want these characters to be supportive so I tried to make this realistic as possible based on what I know and the reactions of people I know

(tw: No graphic mentions of self-harm but is mentioned/implied)

MafiaTale:

T-Bone:

He had noticed recently you were off, he figured with him not being home lately, that you were lonely. He decided to grab a bunch of things on the way home. Some chocolates, that beautiful stationery set in a gift shop window you had your eyes on, and was going to surprise you with his original copy of “The Invisible Man” where he knew he could get you scared enough to cuddle close to him and he could be your protector. And everything would be right again. Or at least he hoped.

When he walked in and saw you on the floor crying, his smile instantly fell and a look of concern replaced his face. Things like this didn’t happen around his time, what was he supposed to do? He hugged you and led you to the dining room. He quickly bandaged your wrists and walked to put on “The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra on his old record player because he always loved that vintage vinyl sound. He intertwined your hands with his carefully and waltzed around with you. After a minute, he started to sing along dedicating the lyrics to you.“yes, you’re lovely with your smile so warm”

He watched you smile and spun you around. His calming, melodic voice synced with Sinatra’s voice in a delicious harmony. When the song ended, he decided it was better to see the movie another day. He took you to your bedroom and laid you down as if you were a delicate statue that could break from a one inch drop. He crawled in under the covers with you and held you tight finally letting some tears go.

“i’ll be your protector. you need me to stay here for ten days straight only talking about your wonderful charms and getting lost in your starry eyes? i’ll do it. besides i could use a vacation.”

Even with that slight joke on the end, you knew he was completely serious.~Mod Crystal((I honestly don’t even know how to write anymore, I’m sorry if this wasn’t that good, I had such better ideas last night but I lost them and went with this and IDK is it okay?)

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Snagged this from @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword

Get to Know the Writer Tag I’ve had this saved in my drafts for idk how long! Need to avoid doing that writing thing lol

1. What’s your favorite kind of setting to write?

Most of my stuff takes place in present day because my brain doesn’t like to create technology that makes sense? I sort of hope for the best when that happens and hope that editing will fix it later lol. I have some stuff that take place in the past but haven’t really played around with that as much. Also I seem to really flock towards a sort of ‘cop’ style or at least an organization that handles cop like work.

2. What’s your ideal writing environment?

Where I like to write? My ass on my comfy bed in a reclined position. Three pillows to prop myself up, maybe a cat clawing at me to move my arm so he can cuddle with me. Some dope music playing (not always soothing and relaxing instrumental but sometimes), candles burning maybe with some incense (tho that’s normal too). I do write a bit at work too when I’m bored out of my mind but that’s more rushed and feel the need to hide. Never really tried writing anywhere else. I guess ideal is just at home with some nice music and a comfy place to sit.

3. Are there any books or authors who have helped shape how you write?

Rereading Skulduggery Pleasant really seemed to have an influence on me and my writing dialog. Especially the snarky dialog like Skully and Val have. I like that sort of dynamic duo too. I also really like reading movie novelizations too. Helps me write action scenes in better words than ‘she threw a punch’.

4. Do you listen to music while you write?

Aye yes! I always have music playing 24/7. Shit is life. I have a relaxation playlist I put on sometimes if I really need to focus. I do have a piano playlist I throw on too sometimes. Then on my Spotify I have a whole folder filled with my ‘novel wip soundtracks’ and such alike that help me write my characters. I have one with piano music that my OC Cameron is most likely to play and another one that Brad and Rose would play on their youtube channel and do covers of. I have more I want to make too but in due time.

5. How did you come up with your main characters? Did you plan them out, or did they just kind of show up?

I’ll reference ‘main’ characters as core characters because I’d consider Taren and Jason the two mains in my new wip and Brad and Rose the mains in my Time Traveler wip.

Start with Cam. Cameron didn’t always go by Cameron. When I was working on my Psychic wip, it was a fanfiction at first and Cameron’s name was actually Dennis Rafkin (from Thir13en Ghosts because I’m traaaaaash). He was already a sort of established character that I was projecting headcanons on and sort of doing what he would do in the situations I was putting him in. After a year or so I changed his last name to Radden to take away from the fanfiction aspect of it, seeing how it didn’t really seem ‘fanfiction’ anymore. Few months later, I changed his first name to Cameron and he’s been my Cam Cam ever since. He was more or less planned out over the course of a year and a half.

Now with Brad and Rose, Brad was sort of planned out. He was more or less based on Brad Sherwood from Whose Line and I didn’t really change that much about it, but sort of did that projecting headcanons on sort of thing till he was his own entity. That really showed up when I tired to change his name and that didn’t stick (like how Dennis -> Cameron did). Rose just sort of showed up. I needed a name for a character and it took a day to really settle in on a name and when I found Rosalie, it was set and done.

Both Jason and Taren definitely just showed up. My friend and I were saying that it would be a cool idea if Christian Slater did a movie with Taron Egerton. Thus, the names. Jason came from his character JD (which it’s sort of a fanfiction by this point with how much I’m using of his background and all) as a reformed adult. Taren is just Taron with an e instead of an o. I liked how the name sounded and it fight the character I was creating around him. He’s heavily based off of Eggsy from Kingsman but this one is also super new and a baby so I’m still futzing with it so only time can tell where this goes :)

6. Which of your characters would you most like to spend a day with? (Picking multiple characters is okay!)

Cameron! Hands down! My friend and I are super bummed that he’s not real and all the cool shit we would do with him! Go to the Ren Faire, go to holistic shows, crystal shopping, movie nights, make fun of shitty local bands, and all sorts of other things.

Runner up would be Rose and Brad because they are a package deal and we can all just go shopping for music and listening to music on the beach or something stupid like that. Just hang while listening to music.

7. When you’re not writing, what are you most likely to be doing?

Watching movies or youtube. Wasting my time on tumblr. Making things. I make notebooks and other products based around those notebooks. Sometimes hanging out with friends. And obviously work.

8. What are some songs that remind you of your WIP(s)?

Anything by Panic! has Cameron written all over him. Anything Reel Big Fish has Brad and Rose written all over them.

I do have playlists dedicated to my novels as a whole, not so much just one song for each or even a handful. They’re all over the place music wise. My characters all have their own distinct music styles and tastes that are both similar and completely different. Their choices go from dad bands to ska to emo to electro swing to classical to German yodeling EDM remixes to folk to top 40 hits of today.

9. What’s the longest time you’ve ever spent working on a story?

I started working on my Psychic wip in the summer of 2015. So that’s been a three year journey. My Time Travelers started back in May of this year and my Action Heroes were just this month. The Psychic Twins have been around since March of 2017 according to their document creation date but they dont’ have a universe, so they’re just two OCs in their own world yet to be discovered.

10. Share a line of writing you’re particularly proud of!

O dang. This is from my Psychic’s novel and has already gone through two rewrites up to this point. I’m quite proud of this scene so here’s a few lines. Probably will be a bit confusing but whatever:

“Listen, Jasmin.” He adjusted again in the chair, causing it to creak loudly in protest against his weight shift. “When Welles died, Cameron had to grow up quickly. I couldn’t dwell in the past and had to move on immediately. Because of that, it really fucked me up mentally and emotionally. I’m man enough to admit that.”

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