#oh jesus i have to tag all of them :0

[aeymii]

Over a decade late to danganronpa but played it yesterday and had to draw them!!<3

#im inlove with this game already #oh jesus i have to tag all of them :0 #danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc #mukuro ikusaba #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #sayaka maizono #leon kuwata #yasuhiro hagakure #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #toko fukawa #celeste ludenberg #chihiro fujisaki #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #hifumi yamada #art

[temis-de-leon]

Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 2

Characters: demon brothers, fem!MC and flirty! fem! NES (MC x NES)

How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 1 , Part 3

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CW: rejection, abandonment, women flirt hard from my experience but this is mild i think, suggestive but also mild, lession 16 mentioned, MC is not stupid and deserves to vent, no comfort in this one folks, my favouritism is showing

A/N: Jesus Christ guys. On another note, for those who couldn't be tagged: please check if you can fix the problem! I don't mind sending you a private message, but it's easier this way :)

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It was a surprise for Lucifer, somehow, seeing someone like MC so content with someone like NES. When one smiled, the other frowned; sweet and spicy; beauty and brawn. The brothers had naively thought having MC share her room was bound to cause problems, but how wrong they were.

Four months into the second year of the program, the two girls had already merged their closets, creating a unique style with their combined clothing. They’d also decided to use one of the beds for storage, sleeping together in the other. The first time that happened and all of them had to face Belphie’s resentment, Lucifer had feared for NES’s safety and even considered confining his brother in the attic again. Thankfully, and surprisingly, the younger demon had opted for the pettier option: ignoring MC altogether and treating NES like a rotten piece of furniture.

He was probably hoping for MC to feel guilty enough to completely ignore NES and come crawling back to him, but, as different as they were, both humans quickly became two peas in a pod, always walking hand in hand, shoulders brushing while exchanging secrets that no one else was allowed to hear.

Overall, the whole situation had become a recurrent topic in the brothers’ groupchat and, while Lucifer wanted to remain as nonchalant as ever, it was impossible to hide his opinions on the matter.

He wasn’t happy.

None of them were.

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Mammon wanted her gone.

He wanted her gone now.

Who did she think she was, stealing MC’s attention from him and acting like she didn’t know what she was doing? Sitting next to her at every meal, massaging her scalp during movie nights and waking her up at odd hours because she liked ‘those late night talks’ in the kitchen?

What type of talks were ‘those’? MC could have them with Mammon; she didn’t need NES! She had him, after all. Her first man!

“Well, I’m her first woman then” answered NES the time they argued over who was gonna sit next to MC in class.

Who did she think she was?!

“Are you okay, Mammon? You seem upset”

And there she came, the bane of his existence, already dressed up in her RAD uniform and dragging MC by the hand. Both of them looked tired and Mammon realized with primal horror that no noise had come from the kitchen that night.

“Why are you so tired?! MC!”

Her only answer was a yawn, so NES gave herself the right to talk on her behalf; but not before handing MC some food for breakfast, of course. 

Although half of it was burnt, Mammon still hoped MC would like it.

“Oh, we were up for a long while, barely slept at all. Right, MC?”

She nodded, happy under the pampering, but her eyelids were half closed and she didn’t seem to notice she was eating her favorites. 

Mammon stared at them in shock and distraught before sparing a glance at Lucifer, who was too occupied checking his DDD and drinking his coffee to pay attention. Had he really looked at him, though, he would’ve seen a twitch in his brother’s forehead and a stillness in his eyes; he wasn’t reading at all.

“Then maybe MC and I could take a nap after class”

They all looked at Belphie, who had started to show an unusual interest in going to RAD those last few days. He was smiling like a kid in a candy store, already gawking at the idea of spending quality time with MC, or, at least, what he considered quality time.

His expression dropped, however, when MC shared a complicit glance with NES and smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry Belphie, but I already made plans with NES”

“We’re going to Majolish” added said girl with a sly glint in her eyes “MC saw some clothes and wanted an outside opinion” 

Belphie looked downright offended, but not as much as Mammon felt. What did she mean they were going to Majolish because MC wanted an outside opinion? He was there! He was literally a model!! Hell, even Asmo would've been a better choice!

“I’ll go with you!” he announced, not asking for permission “I’m a professional, you know? You should be thankful I’m even considering wasting my time on some dumb humans!”

The youngest demon rolled his eyes, but NES’s expression briefly flickered and that was almost enough for Mammon. Beside him, at the head of the table, Lucifer sighed. 

“Do what you want, but if you end up third wheeling, that’s on you”

MC laughed, neither confirming nor denying anything. NES watched over the brim of her mug, challenging them with unsaid words.

Mammon wanted her gone.

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Famine woke Beel up, like always, so he went to the kitchen, like always. It’d been MC’s turn to cook that night and he was pretty sure she’d stored some leftovers in the fridge for him. It was nice, being remembered even when she was too occupied with NES to pay them attention anymore. It brought some comfort, as well as a small smile to his face.

But much to his chagrin, the kitchen light was already turned on when he arrived, and his mood soured when he saw what was happening. Beel’s heart dropped and plummeted through his guts, deepening the black hole in his stomach. MC was leaning against the counter, creating some concoction in a bowl, while NES hugged her from behind. Both of them waved at him when he made his presence known, getting no greetings in return.

“Hi, Beel! I left food in the fridge for you!”

He wanted to be happy and thank her for the trouble, but he wasn’t able to think properly, not when NES’s face was snuggled into the fluff of MC’s hoodie, hands sneaking around her waist and disappearing under the material.

What was she doing? Should he stop her? But MC looked so cozy… not uncomfortable at all. His throat closed at the same time his stomach roared loud enough to fill the silence in the kitchen.

“Beel, are you okay?” 

“You seem upset”

MC looked worried, but NES’s words crammed his mind. She’d said the same thing to Mammon that morning wearing the same self-satisfied expression.

Ignoring his needs and his emptiness, Beel turned around and left them alone.

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MC was seething. Her thoughts were a mere blurr and a sting in her throat left her unable to speak her mind the way she wanted to do it.

Was he serious?

Were they serious? Those self-righteous hypocrites! 

“We think it’s for the best, MC” spoke Lucifer like she was a child too slow to get his point.

“She’s playing with you, honey! She’ll hurt you!”

The gall. The audacity. The… ugh!

She stared at Asmo baring her teeth, never a threat to them, but a gesture so uncharacteristic of her that it was impossible not to treat the situation seriously. The common room was silent, yet MC was sure every single one of them was able to hear the violent thumping of her heart.

“We’re doing this for you”

“FOR ME?” she screeched at Belphie.

A scream would’ve made her feel better, but she guessed the high pitch got her point across good enough, her anger reaching every corner of the room. The brothers stayed silent, eyes wide open and muscles tense, waiting for her next movement. Not even when she got up from her seat and paced they spoke.

“YOU DO THIS FOR YOU!” 

“MC, lower your voice”

“NO”

Lucifer glared at her, the red in his eyes glowing dangerously. MC wanted to keep going just to spite him, begrudgingly giving up in the end. She was close to crying out of frustration and her throat hurted, so screaming would only hurt her more.

“You were the ones that insisted so much on having another human exchange student” she reminded them, stopping in front of the fireplace and basking in the warmth for some comfort, pointing to the eldest brother with clenched jaws “You said it would improve the program!”

“She’s holding you back, distracting you and using you for her own entertainment!” intervened Satan before Lucifer could speak.

“Oh, because you were so altruistic last year! Treating me with all the respect I deserved! Totally not threatening me all the time or even killing me for selfish reasons! You’d never do that to me, would you?!”

They lowered their gaze, suddenly very embarrassed, and MC felt a part of her healing. Then she saw Levi’s glassy eyes and Beel’s defeated expression. Neither Mammon nor Belphie weren’t even looking at her anymore. And she could live without Belphie’s half-hearted apologies, but not without the brothers under a pact.

“I believe this is enough, MC. Calm down and we’ll talk again in the morning”

Lucifer got up, his voice completely neutral, but his eyes pleading and desperate. He started to close the distance, but she got away, walking towards the door without breaking eye contact.

“You were so on board with this, Lucifer!”

The tears swelled in her eyes. Hot tears breaking her a little more, fuelling her anger. 

“Do you really think I’m not aware of what she’s doing? We share a room, you morons! I've lived with her more than I’ve ever lived with you!” 

There was silence again, four of them looking at her with visible pain and the other three leaning against each other.

Fuck it then.

“It’s all good and awesome when you’re the ones in favor, but when I’m the one having fun, suddenly NES has to go away?! Do you hear yourselves?! I’m so done with you thinking I owe you anything at all, let alone my fucking soul! Half of our pacts weren't even born out of friendship, so hear me out and hear me well! Get your heads out of your asses and for once in your life: LEAVE ME ALONE!”

MC walked away, closing the door at full force and leaving them behind in more ways than one.

How could they ever get over this?

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 19)

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notes: this is late and short and i apologize for that! i’ve had such a busy few days

y/ndevils00

liked by nicohischier, dawson1417, and 462,921 others

y/ndevils00 WE WON!! WE ACTUALLY WON!!

i mean… yeah, it’s cool, we won.

with the return of my absolute favorite captain (sorry Quinnifer), the devilish whores won 7-2 against the swords!

we kicked off the scoring just a minute and a half into the first with a goal from Holtzy, and almost 10 minutes later, got a goal from uncle Toffee to give us a 2-0 lead!

but that’s not all! just 4 minutes later, captain slut got his first goal back!! GO NICOLAS!!! and in true boyfriends fashion, he acquired his first goal back the same way that Jacky did; on his first game back, in the first period of the game, with a goal that had to be confirmed by officials that it was a good goal! how utterly boyfriends of them! they definitely planned that!

and to end first period, we got yet another EVEN strength goal (no power play goals yet here!) from Pally Pocket!! giving us a FOUR goal lead on those bitches from buffalo!

in second period we got yet another goal from Tyler the creator, just 2 minutes in! bringing the score to 5-1! thank you, queen! and then the rest of that period was boring af

BUT THIRD PERIOD! OH I LOVED THIRD PERIOD! we opened that period and made it our bitch with a goal from MY best friend in the whole big wide world, Dawg-son Mercer!! EVERYBODY CHEER! WOOOOO!!! (with an assist from my lovely pain in the ass, babygirl!)

AND LASTLY, WITH OUR ONE AND ONLY POWER PLAY GOAL, WE HAVE MY (hopefully) FUTURE LITTLE BROTHER, LUKEY ‘SMUSH’ HUGHES!!! LET’S GO, BABY HUGHES!! SHOW ‘EM WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!!

i’ll see you guys on tuesday after we play the long island iced teas!

tagged holtz_10, tofff73, nicohischier, pally_18, jackhughes, dawson1417, and lhughes_06

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john.marino97 i don’t even get my own pic tonight?

y/ndevils00 i only have so many spots Jonathan! what am i supposed to do, you didn’t score a goal! do you want me to just take someone’s pic away to fit you in?!

john.marino97 1. not my name. 2. yes

y/ndevils00 NO! stop being greedy— jesus you’re like a stray cat, i feed you love once and you never leave me alone again

john.marino97 one could argue that you’re actually the stray cat

y/ndevils00 am i the one begging for your love right now? no!

john.marino97 i could post a photo of what you’re doing right now and it would suggest otherwise…

user29 what’s she doing right now?!

lhughes_06 @/user29 john is giving her a piggyback ride throughout the empty arena because she wouldn’t leave him alone

jackhughes how tf did you get the last picture from the press box?

y/ndevils00 ✨zoom✨

jackhughes well i need you to ✨zoom✨ out and stop camera stalking me while i’m on the bench. WATCH THE GAME.

y/ndevils00 don’t tell me what to do?

jackhughes you’re right, i’m sorry for telling you to do your job

y/ndevils00 you should be. thank you!

nicohischier you called me anything but my name

y/ndevils00 obviously? do you not see my gag here Nicole?

nicohischier i see it, i hate it, i ask you to do better

y/ndevils00 HEY DON’T TAKE MY LINE!

nicohischier too late. took it. made it my own.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes PUT YOUR BITCH ON A LEASH

jackhughes but you’re my bitch?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes take that back right now

jackhughes or what?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes or i’ll tell Sid?

jackhughes consider it unsaid 🫡

user01 NICO AND LUKE GOALS AND WE WON

user63 “bitches from buffalo” is how i’ll be referring to them now tysm

holtz_10 please leave me out of this

y/ndevils00 you’re part of the team, are you not? you’re briefly photographed and mentioned just shut up and say thank you

holtz_10 for what? you didn’t even congratulate me

john.marino97 bro, it’s not worth the fight, just say it

holtz_10 thank you?

y/ndevils00 you’re welcome, swedish meatball!

tofff73 thank you and you’re welcome, queen!

y/ndevils00 TAKE NOTES PEOPLE! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO!

dawson1417 you’ve been here for like 2 months and you already make the rest of us look bad, Toff

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 you could NEVER look bad to me, honey bun! the others, however, could use some work

lhughes_06 i’ll be your future brother if i have any say in it

jackhughes but you DON’T have any say in it?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s what YOU think

jackhughes i- what does that even mean?

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes wouldn’t you like to know

jackhughes i’m pretty sure YOU don’t even know

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes you can’t prove that (i don’t)

dawson1417 CHEERING!! WOOOO!!! YAY ME!!

y/ndevils00 alright london tipton, let’s tone it down a little before somebody thinks you’re conceited

dawson1417 you’re right, sorry, GO TEAM!

y/ndevils00 there we go!! (we can cheer for just you off insta! nobody else matters!)

dawson1417 can we go out for drinks to celebrate me?

y/ndevils00 are you buying?

dawson1417 sure?

y/ndevils00 then ABSOLUTELY!!

user87 so are we just gonna breeze past “Pally pocket” … like polly pocket?

y/ndevils00 i liked to chew on the clothes <3

jackhughes i’m concerned for your well being

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you keep me sane 🥰

jackhughes well it’s a lot of work and i don’t think i’m doing a very good job

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[lifesver]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

what made you pick up the muse you have ? : my friend typecasted my muse type when the victims concept art was announced. just immediately pointed out the horror jock like yep. that'll be the one u like. and then i played the tcsm beta back in may me and rae started wildly theorycrafting.... and well my demons have been winning since. i love a jock who is kind of fail but trying his best like you got me there.

is there anything you really enjoy writing ? : i'm a creep i'm a weirdo i love exploring horror and the many themes that can coexist in it. ig i like to kind of examine trauma and the healing process through the lens of the slasher genre, as well as where horror and love coincide as themes. i think there is underrepresentation in just....... letting slasher final kids have some kind of healing arc, or letting their story continue in general? seeing them before and after the things that happen to them? and i can't always do it but i do also like to kind of dive down into slasher horror and light gore and just practicing writing dynamic action scenes and what a character's thought process is like during those kinds of moments. i love an opportunity to be mean to my blorbo

is there anything you don't like to write ? : probably just anything needlessly like... melodramatic between characters? i have no interest in plots like genuine jealousy and love triangles and interpersonal shit like that, mostly because i write horror and there are so many more interesting things to focus on imo? and because not enough slasher content casts seem like they actually care about each other lmaooo. is this a callout post about gun.'s take on the friend group? perhaps.

how do you come up with your headcanons ? : dude i just receive the prophecies and act like im on twitter tossing my every stupid thought into the void.

do you write in silence or listen to music ? : tbh i usually write either in silence or in a deranged third way (writing between games of overwatch) my adhd sometimes demands that i am doing several things at the same time and sometimes i can sit down at the coffee shop put on some instrumentals and just slam some replies in

do you plan your replies or wing them ? : hmmm a bit of both? i usually have to start by winging it, which usually involves me dropping in whatever reaction dialogue immediately comes to me. kind of work around that, save and close the draft, and then think about the reply a bit until i eventually know where i'm going with it LOL

do you enjoy shipping ? : i do with friends! i'm not actually a huge like... ships person in a general fandom sense and i rarely feel any particular way until something is compelling to me in fanon, but i can ship most things if it's with a writing partner i like! simply ask rae we will be creating ships 0 people are thinking about shout out leland/connie tcsm tommy/jenny f13 and jake/adam dbd. i also usually go hard on the slowburn, and that's just like, personal comfort for getting to know my muse and my writing partner's muse, but also just think slowburn rules

what's your alias / name ? : kels.

zodiac sign ? : pisces sun, gemini moon, aries rising.

Birthday? : march 20th!

favorite color ? : a sort of pastel pink-lilac

favorite song ? : feel that it must be go your own way / fleetwood mac

last movie you watched ? : oh jesus i fear it was hellraiser: revelations

last show you watched ? : icr if it was an episode of goosebumps or true detective tbh

last song you listened to ? : putting the dog to sleep by the antlers....

favorite food ? : veggie burritos probably. or honestly like. just a really good bagel cream cheese LMFAO

favorite season ? : spring (:

do you have a tumblr best friend ? : rae and i have been in and out of these trenches for years i fear

TAGGED BY : @solarisgod thank u!!! mwah mwah <3

TAGGING : all my fellas

#:3c #readmore'd bc it's kinda long

[starsomens]

Hi! I just wanted to stop by and say I love your blog! As a baby bad omens tumblr girlie, I just love how welcoming and nice you seem! 💕

OH! Also, as a baby bomens, could you tell me your favorite thing about each of the guys? 😊

Hello! Welcome! I’ve been getting a lot of baby omens lately (im making a tag for you now✨) but welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay here ((: I just wanna make a welcoming and safe environment

Noah: initially the first one I had noticed aside from looks his voice 😫 JESUS, the vocal range that he’s capable of is insane ! Like his tone is so unique I think it was just so attractive to me of course the man is attractive! They all are! But I did see how he had grown from roughly 5-7 years ago? And how he’s grown and how they all have evolved together as well!

Nick (Ruffilo): MANS GOT LUCIOUS HAIR AND EYES LIKE DAMN PICK A WIN. But SUPER FUXKIN TALENTED, but also I love how physically on his face he seems very antisocial or just very in his bubble but then interacting or when he’s comfortable it’s just so AAAHHH adorable I love when the initial face doesn’t match the personality and it takes you by surprise :)

Nick (Folio): SUNSHINE BOY! This man is a ray of sunshine on two legs, this goes for all of them honestly but let’s take Nick for the example, when he talks it’s so smooth and soothing like it’s a calming voice you know ?? The first time I heard him talk I went 0-0

Jolly: I am surprised I didn’t hear him speak until that recent interview also when they were doing a live listen of their album TDOPOM and the first thing I noticed was the accent. So no I don’t point of accents like OH ACCENT HA! I actually rlly like hearing people speak with accents it’s just very interesting to me to hear different ways of speaking, so it’s gotta be that, also again with the face not matching the personality and j love it !

#bad omens #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nick ruffilo #nick folio #star’s anons✨ #bad omens cult

[aikowanders]

Aight I’m seeing a lot of class based headcanons in destiny that leave Warlocks as book nerds, hunters as the weird fun ones, and titans as stupid.  So let me lay it out because these classes are so much more than that.  These are though, at the end of the day, just my own headcanons.  This is not organized in any real way, just whatever I can think of.  Going for more detail of each headcanon than a lot of smaller headcanons.

Titans:  

-NOT STUPID, like jesus christ everyone calls them crayon eaters and dumb as shit but that’s so not true!  Titans may not have the same type of intelligence as warlocks but they’re equally as smart.  They’re master tacticians with a lot of charisma.  Look at the titans in the tower, Saint-14, Zavala, and Shaxx.  Shaxx’s risky plan at the twilight gap might have saved humanity from a massive disaster.  He’s loud, yes, but if you listen to him outside of the Crucible, he’s incredibly wise with a lot of lessons to teach the guardians.  Zavala is the commander of all the Vanguards forces, he has saved the city (or at least commanded the forces who save the city) more times than anyone can count, he’s a bit of a stick in the mud but when you’re the leader of the military protecting the last of humanity, you kind of have to be a stick in the mud.  But you don’t keep that kind of position by being an idiot.  And Saint-14, who dives into a surprisingly deep about of philosophy about what it means to be good, a hero.  He’s goofy, sure, but so is shaxx at times.  My point is, Titans are incredibly smart, but it’s not the same booksmart that everyone sees in the Warlocks.

-Their apartments are probably full of gifts from people they’ve saved.  No matter how small, the lives they protect define them as titans, from great banners that city elders have given them in thanks to little coins or toys that the children give.  Their apartment is a reminder of who they are, what they stand for.  Though don’t get me wrong, they do love their classic movies, weapon collections, 53 copies of The Art of War in every room, and my god you cannot forget the extra supplies for if they have guests.  Guardians are probably plagued with nightmares, so it’s not uncommon to find the nearest Titan’s apartment to stop by for comfort food and a burly shoulder to rest your head on.

-Titans probably love to go for walks through the city.  What’s the point of protecting everyone if you don’t remind yourself why you’re doing it?  To see the smiles on the children’s faces, the laughter in the streets, the loud music of parties, everything about the city is a reminder of what’s worth fighting for.  Even if it’s a hopeless fight, even if the city will fall one day, be it tomorrow or a thousand years from now.  Giving these people a chance to laugh, to scream, to cry, to feel, to LIVE, that’s why a Titan’s job is so important.  This isn’t exclusive to titans of course, I think every class has these walks through the city (maybe not hunters as much), but I think it resonates with titans the most.  Oh don’t forget the fact that there is a not 0% chance of a titan walking into the random birthday party you’re celebrating to join the fun.  Might be awkward at first, but NO ONE lightens a party like a titan.  Even if it’s a party for kids, they’ll play hide and go seek, tag, whatever just to have a good time with people.

-I think a Titan’s ship is clean and efficient.  And big, probably.  They are as much a weapon and tool as anything else in a Titan’s arsenal.  It’s sharpened like a blade, polished like armor, and respected like a fireteam member.  Their ship takes them where ever they need to go and it’s treated with that kind of respect.  They may even adorn the outside of the ship to make it look more fancy.  I’d say a titan treats their ship like a garage queen, old, maybe even battered in the past, but it’s kept in tip top shape.  And they will name it and talk to it while they fly.  Classic, “That’s my girl!” type of behavior.

Hunters:

-Hmm, I think the biggest misconception is that hunters are either always brooding or always silly.  Even looking at Cayde-6, the definition of a silly goofy hunter had moments of seriousness.  I’m pretty sure Ikora has talked about having meaningful conversations with him.  And you can see very clearly after his ghost dies that he has this more, serious aspect of him.  Sure it could have just been the fact he knew he was about to die but, I’d like to think we got a glimpse at the real Cayde.  And I think most hunters are like that as well.  And I think it’s because they’re so isolated most of the time.  Hunters can go days, weeks, months without seeing any friends life.  Without talking to anyone.  They spend most of their time in silence, stalking, scouting, or just exploring.  So I think when they are around other guardians, they take up this goofy personality because well, they want to make the most of their time with friends.  It’s no use being the same isolationist they’re used to, they’re not going to be able to enjoy other people’s company for long, so might as well make the most of it.  And as for the brooding ones (besides just being the hunter playbase being a little more edgy), I think those hunters are scared to get close to people.  With how little they see anyone, it’s best to not make connections.  To stay on the outskirts of society, only coming to the tower to drop off intel or grab supplies.  Either way, I do think hunters have a much more deep emotional side to them.  Just instead of relying on emotional relationships, they connect with the world around them.  They hear the trees whisper on the wind, see the clouds dance in the sky, feel the ground beneath them tell stories with each step.  They don’t need relationships as much as they other classes because they’re at home anywhere, making friends with every tale the world has to tell.

-On a less serious note, I think I agree with another apartment headcannon on hunters.  They are empty.  Barren.  No decorations, no supplies, nothing.  Practically looks like no one lives there.  Because hunters canonically never visit the tower unless they absolutely have to.  And besides, if a hunter needs a base, they have plenty hidden in trees and caves all around the solar system.  Some dusty old apartment is nothing compared to a mfing TREE HOUSE

-I think hunters want to leave the solar system more than anyone else, with warlocks in a close second.  The speaker talked about how during the golden age, humans believed it was their destiny to travel among the stars.  To see what the galaxy, or even universe has to offer.  And I think hunters still agree with that.  They look up at the sky to see the thousands of stars, knowing that’s only in our galaxy.  And are left staring for hours thinking about what is out there, what is to be seen, to be explored.  What can sol not show us that the infinite stars in the sky could.  

-Hunters are amazing artists.  I mean when you’re left on your own out in the wilds for years, you gotta have some hobby to keep you.  And drawing is perfect, you can do it anywhere, on anything, of anything.  And with how many beautiful sights they see, they sure as hell have a lot of inspiration.  There are hunters who will set up a whole ass camp just to paint a single river.  And on the flip side there are hunters who will draw their friends faces into the bark of trees with a knife, just to make sure they don’t forget what they look like.  It’s rare to come across one of these art pieces, but they’re always left undisturbed.  They are made of the wilds and deserver to be left in the wilds.

-Hunter ships are a mess.  Mainly because it’s their most permanent living space.  It’s got food wrappers, drawings, intel storage... things, little collectables, a comfy bed, it’s a home more than any other ship.  And while they don’t treat it with the physical respect that Titans do, they talk to their ships all the same.  A lot of Hunter ships will end up looking like Junkers though, not because they don’t take good care of them, in fact they put a lot of effort into making sure their ship works perfectly, but they care about the ship working, not looking nice.  So if they find some golden age tech that they can slap into their ship to make it work better, hell yeah that bitch is getting upgraded.  So in the end it just looks like an amalgamation of spare parts and rattling metal.  But it’ll fly faster, straighter, and more reliably than any other ship in the solar system.

And finally, Warlocks:

-I think hands down easily the biggest Warlock misconception is that all they do is read all day.  HELL NO, Warlocks will give hunters a run for their money when it comes to exploring a new planet.  I mean come on, you can’t expect a class to be obsessed with knowledge and learning without fucking B lining it for every new planet in the hopes of discovering what new knowledge there is to be found.  Hunters explore for the sake of exploring, and to an extent Warlocks do too, but Warlocks are MUCH more interested in uncovering the mysteries of old.  It’s not uncommon for Hunters to run into a Warlock who’s gotten to some golden age facility first.  The difference in that Warlocks will go back to the tower very frequently to drop off whatever they think they’ll need.  Which, spoilers, is a lot.  They’ll pick up a rusty wrench because it has slightly less rust than the last one they found.  They have hundreds of hand written books and intel logs detailing everything they find.  They thrive off of information gathering, because there’s no better way to learn than to be out in the field experiencing it first hand.

-Warlock apartments?  Come on, they’re an absolute mess.  Towers of books that they’ve written or found detailing lifetimes worth of knowledge.  Artifacts from all over, each having some kind of significance to the Warlock.  Whiteboards with theories about the origins of, whatever they fuck they’re talking about this week.  Trash and dishes everywhere because who has time to clean when you could be LEARNING.  BUT, AND THIS IS IMPORTANT, They always have a room dedicated to nothing but themselves.  Every Warlock knows that Ikora recommends Warlocks to slow down  when possible.  She always talks about introspection and reflection.  Talking about how we can’t forget about what makes us who we are.  To find something to laugh about, to cry about, to love or to hate.  Something to make us feel.  And most Warlocks will take that to heart.  Dedicating a small room of their apartment that is free of the mess for meditation or a personal hobby.  Some Warlocks enjoy writing in their free time, not about the information they’ve gathered, but fiction of a world with strife, or a world where guardians never existed.  Some enjoy knitting, maybe even being taught by Zavala if they’re lucky.  Point is, this room is for them.  But that doesn’t mean other guardians cannot enter it.  In fact, if you go over to a Warlocks apartment, expect to hang out in their personal room.  I mean, socialization is a destresser, a way to reconnect with eachother, and what better room to do that in?

-Warlocks love to ramble.  A lot.  Like a few days straight a lot.  I mean how can they have so much information without anyone to share it with?  Yeah sure, the Vanguard will take it on a professional level, but it’s not the same as sitting someone down and explaining all the specifics.  The theories that official reports don’t allow, the passion of saying it directly to someone, the joy of seeing the other person genuinely listen.  They crave being able to ramble to someone, and while other warlocks will love to listen and wait for their turn to share, guardians are busy folks.  So there are a few Warlock Cafe style resturants in the city, where any warlock is welcome to come in, sit down with a human who wants to learn about the outside world, and just ramble at them.  Humans love it because, well, you don’t learn a lot about the outside world when you’re trapped in a city, and warlocks love it because no matter how seemingly small the details are, the humans eat it up with more enthusiasm than any guardian could have.  And of course there’s food and drink, and on the more busy days warlocks are limited to how long they can go on for, there’s only so many of these cafes after all.  And humans are welcome to stop the Warlock and leave at any time.  This is not seen as rude because Guardians seem to not need to sleep and eat as much as humans do, and without knowing better, a Warlock could easily outlast a human when it comes to not eating or sleeping.  But still, it’s a fun activity for both Warlocks and Humans to participate in.  (Also I’m saying guardian and human despite guardians also being part of humanity just because it’s easier.)

-Warlock ships are actually pretty similar to Hunters.  Not as Rust Bucket looking because they can always go back to the tower for repairs or upgrades, but they’re also a second home.  I mean with how much research they do, they need a mobile operations base in order to catalogue and dissect what they find.  So yes, they have a lot of trash, books, and artifacts, but think of it more as a mad scientist’s lair than a comfortable home.  It’s messy but it’s functional, and given that they actually do tend to live in the tower and go back there a lot, their ship doesn’t always have to be that comfortable either, though some warlocks will go the extra mile to make it so.  The outside of a warlock’s ship is nothing to really pay much mind to.  It’s got scratched up paint, bumps and bruises.  They make sure it flies and won’t explode on them, but they’re not too worried about it looking fancy.  It’s a mobile operations base, not a showpiece.  

These are my overall thoughts on the classes.  I think there’s a lot of steryotypes for each class that isn’t fully correct, and I don’t think it does these classes full justice to not explore them more.  Titans aren’t stupid, hunters aren’t all goofy or brooding, and Warlocks don’t sit in libraries all day.  I do have some inherant bias, I’m a Warlock main and I take pride in that fact.  But hopefully everyone can find something they can connect with when it comes to the class theuy feel closest to. <3

#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Titan #Hunter #Warlock #Destiny Headcanon #I wanted to write this really bad for some reason #I was going through the destiny tag and just saw a lot of stuff I didn't fully agree with and wanted to put my two cents out there

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Random Things Nari Said During The Roblox Concert

“G’day everyone, how’s it going?”

“I never thought I would play this game, but alas…”

"Did I know that this game existed? Honestly...no, I'm busy preparing comebacks for you guys, you think I have time to play games?"

“JAEHYUN, WHY ARE YOU IN THE POOL? IS THAT A POOL? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE?”

“Mork Leeee and all the ladieesss~”

“JOHNNY SUH, MOVE YOUR ASS I’M TRYING TO PLAY!”

“As expected, Doyoungie and Taeyongie bantering - WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAEYONG IS DRUNK? YAH, PABO, DON’T RUN AWAY FROM ME -”

“Guys, be honest, most of you have never played this game, right? You’re giving me vibes of newbies on this game -”

“Ahh, it would have been nice if Haechanie is here…”

“Aigoo, Jungwoo, hiiii~! ^0^”

“Taeil Oppa, you should show off your vocals live! Go, go, go!”

“If anyone teases me about my skills on this, I’m taking away your rights of being a czennie.”

“Ooh, hi Bubu~ ^_^”

“그냥 불러봐 AYOOOOO -”

“So…any Aussies around?”

“ANYONE SPEAK CHINESE? LET’S CONFUSE EVERYONE -”

“This game is…something…I wouldn’t play it all the time, but it looks okay.”

“JOHNNY SUH STOP FOLLOWING ME -”

“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood -”

“Aiyaaa….AIYAAAA!”

*when Mark fell down the hole* “NAAUURR MY CANADIAN BRO, I’M COMING FOR YOU!” *Nari proceeds to jump down the hole with Mark* "MARK LEE, DID YOU JUST CURSE?!"

“WHEN CAN I GO BACK TO AUSTRALIA -”

"I LOVE TACOS, CZENNIE, NOTICE ME, DON'T BOTHER WITH JOHNNY THE PABO -"

“I’m going to go and bother Doyoungie, hehehe…I should recruit Jungwoo and Bubu.”

“JOHNNY SUH, I SWEAR TO GOD -”

“...You’re still here, Jaehyun? Do you even know how to talk in this? You’re just being silent. Yah, you better not be ignoring your Noona -”

“LISTEN TO AYO, PHANTOM, AND DREAMIE’S FUTURE COMEBACK SONG, IT’S A BOP.”

"Aigooooo look at my Jungwoo flirt with the czennies~"

"Where're all the men at, here? What about ladies? Any-anyone wanna talk to me?" *cue a mass of people gathering around Nari* "Oh hold up, my social battery went down FAST" *runs away from the crowd*

"Jesus Christ -!" "Mork Lee, don't use the Lord's name loosely like that!"

"Yutaaaaa!"

*Nari and Yuta speaking to each other in Japanese* "This game is so unique, would you play this, Yuta?" "This is confusing, I don't know what to do." "Should we run around acting like we know what to do?" "Okay, let's pretend!" "Ha, the fans are confused at what we're talking about." "Let's tell them that we were talking about our next comeback." "Alright. It's in Yuta I trust that we can deceive our czennies"

“Ah…usually I’m not chaotic like this, there must be something in the American air…”

Masterlist

Tags: @multifandomania06 @stopeatread @sunflower-0180

A/N: If I can't tag you in posts, you have to go on settings and change the option of letting people tag/find you on Tumblr ^^

#nct 24th member #nct female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #nari:: 127 #nari x doyoung #nari x yuta #nari x taeyong #nari x johnny #nari x taeil #nari x jungwoo #nari x jaehyun #nari x mark #nari x haechan #nct 127 female addition #nct 127 female member #nct 127 female oc #nari:: 2023

[banana-ghouls]

This is my first time posting (and really writing) a little ficlet!! dew/aether ghoul main paring, with background ghoulette trio and swiss/rain (maybe/mountain too?) it was a plan to make it a longer fic i was gonna keep to myself, but i haven't taken it anywhere in a while so i thought i would post it here <3

beware this is unedited and i am tired so tags are mediocre atm :/

enemies to friends to lovers, with a little dew whump :0 the other ghouls don't get along with dew much atm, but that will change if i continue this (also if anyone want to write about this tag me in it so i can read it!!!)

Aether was… Everything. Not in the sense that he meant alot to Dew, but in the way that makes him want to peel his own skin off and start crushing heads. He was a lot; annoying, loud, overstimulating.

Aether was invasive, like a fungus. He had somehow ambled his way into the clergy from Hell, found his way onto Papa’s good side, and into Dewdrop’s PRIVATE room. Dew does not share. Ever. Not his food, not his weed, and not his bedroom on the tour bus. And he especially does not share these things with Aether.

Ever since he had joined the band he was an irritating thorn in Dew’s side; stealing his solos during practice, throwing picks at any ghoul that crossed his path- and the others’ loved him! The ghoulettes’ would paint his nails during their down-times while he chatted away and laughed at something Swiss had said. Even Mountain seemed to speak more than three words to him (And he didn’t even speak that much to Papa for fuck’s sake).

But yet, here the new guitarist was- poking around in his bunk, putting his things everywhere, filling the room with his scent- who does this idiot think he is?

Dew fought tooth and nail for this room (Literally, blood was shed and Rain still won’t look him in the eye), so why is he not jerking off in the privacy of his own room right now?

“Thanks for giving up the bottom bunk for me” Aether smiled over his shoulder as he placed his clothes in a drawer. 

“I didn’t give up shit for you” Dew growled, but Aether continued speaking over him as if the smaller ghoul hadn’t spoken at all.

“I know the others liked rooming in groups, so I don’t think they mean anything by leaving you alone, but I just thought-”

“They did mean it!” Dew snapped his teeth in a snarl, and Aether glanced up in surprise. Realising he may take it the wrong way, Dew’s face heated and he ground out “I made them give me this room so I could be alone. And yet here you are, messing up my silence.”

A swell of vindication filled his chest at Aethers’ staggered look, but then he laughed, “Oh, did Papa make you room with me, then? He probably couldn’t figure out how to fit four Ghouls’ to a bed, and the Ghoulettes’ get crazy at night- so I’ve heard.”

His snort gets on Dew’s nerves, and his ears turn even redder in frustration. Does this lug not get the hint? How dense can one Ghoul be?

“I don’t want you here,” Dew is borderline snarling now, “I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“Well that’s too bad, isn’t it” Aether smirks, “because I’m performing with you for the next month. I mean, it doesn’t look like you have much of a choice, what Papa says, goes, afterall.”

That smug bastard, Dew can’t handle it any more- swear to Satan he’s going to start gouging that fucker’s eyeballs out as soon as he figures out how to reach them (and Jesus can’t Papa just hire more ghouls’ his height?)- but Swiss swings his way into the door frame.

“We’re setting up strip Uno in the front, and Papa said we can drink so long as we don’t throw up when we reach the Venue tomorrow” He directs at Aether, then glances in Dews direction with a falter. “You can come too. If you want.”

Dew can tell he doesn’t really mean it, only saying it because he doesn’t want to make things awkward. Swiss never did forgive him for his boyfriend’s tail, but it was Rain’s fault for swinging it in his face in the first place (and Dew was not giving that room up without a fight).

Rolling his eyes, Dew scoffs at him and turns to the back of the room to assess the damage to his space so far.

He can hear Swiss’s shrug and trot down the hallway, but Aether is oddly quiet in the corner.

“Are you gonna come down?”

Dew turns sharply, a little surprised. Aether couldn’t be this dense, no one is that blind to the other Ghouls' dislike of him. Did Papa even speak to him before he pledged into the band? Surely the others would have made a comment warning him about the smaller Ghoul.

“What do you think, Genius?”

Aether looks strange without his usual smile, and Dew doesn’t know why that makes his eyes sting, but before Dew can snarl at him (because fuck his pity, fucking asshole fucker, fucking fuck-) he concedes with an “Okay,” and turns to join the others.

Dew snarls and kicks over their bin when he hears the lounge door click shut. He rubs at his eyes, the snarls again at himself for fucking crying, because what the fuck? Dew doesn’t fucking cry. He’s not weak. He doesn’t care, doesn’t Aether get that? He never cares.

Dew throws himself onto his bed, curling up in the corner and staring at the wall. He ignores the laughter down the hall, and when Aether comes in hours later smelling like bourbon, he pretends to be asleep in the darkness, and ignores the soft goodnight that comes out below him too.

#dewdrop ghoul #dewther #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss/rain #nameless ghouls #ghoulette #aether ghoul #papa emeritus iv #hurt dew #aether x dewdrop

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 1 of 2]

Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 10/5 (though the spice is mostly the trigger warning i supplied in the tags)

I'm warning you right now, if 'rape' is one of your triggers, this book is definitely NOT for you. Every sexual scene in this book should be considered rape, but I think the thing that keeps everyone from absolutely hating this book is that Adeline questions herself after every time they're together. She's obviously attracted to her stalker, and she gets off on being scared. Zade sees this about Adeline and continues to pursue her because he knows she likes it.

In the end, when her best friend catches them the morning after an insane sex scene (seriously, I won't be looking at the backseat of a vehicle the same ever again), Adeline confesses that her morals aren't what they should be, and she's only fought Zade every step of the way because she felt like she had to (or something along those lines). She tries to justify that Zade is the bad guy because he stalked her and society taught us that we shouldn't like it (we really shouldn't, but it's a book so...).

The book ends on a major cliffhanger, so be warned lol.

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book down below:

Okay so, everyone kept saying “poor Adeline” as if she wasn’t a little off her rocker as well. Girl is a little.. nutty, right?

You know what, I’d be grateful to the creepy ass knock on the front door if it meant I didn’t have to fuck Greyson either. Fuck that dude and his shitty attitude and lame ass stroke game.

Intruder left a rose on the kitchen island. No thank you. I’ll be sleeping somewhere else from now on.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little mouse.” — Stalker - 1 Adeline - 0 Me as a reader - stoked as can be 😂

So these letters at the end of each chapter are Gigi’s? Gigi who apparently wants to bone her stalker? The same Gigi who was apparently murdered? This book has me anxious, man lol.

You know what, I’m assuming Z is Zade, and if it is.. good for him. He can do no wrong after he just rescued all these little girls.

Oh fuck. He has her phone number and just texted her. I’m so excited lmao

Damn. So Adeline was getting it in with Arch and they got cockblocked by her stalker. Then when she went to search for Arch, all she found was a bloody rose. Holy hell. I’m hooked.

Oh shit. Arch is a bad guy?! And our stalker just might have saved Adeline a lot of trouble. But now we gotta look out for Arch’s family who will be pissed when they realize their brother is missing or dead.

Damn. Z isn’t fucking around, huh? Arch is a dead man.

Well he did warn her about the hands 😂

How the fuck did this dude get past her security system..?

And the audacity of him!? How dare he smirk when he knows Adeline is watching him. Dude is cocky as fuck.

Damn, Gigi. You boinked your stalker. Kudos to you, great-gran.

Adeline, how the fuck you gonna confront your stalker without taking the knife with you 😂

Hold on.. does Daya work for Adeline’s stalker and just not know it?!!! They’re in the same business 🤷🏻‍♀️

So Adeline’s really being haunted? I thought she just had a stalker lmao. I’m so nervous now.

That gun scene 😳

I- I’m speechless. Sort of. Wow.

Oh shit. Now Max is back on the scene and thinks Adeline has something to do with Arch’s murder/missing status.

Stop texting your stalker back! Jesus Christ. Lmao. “You’ll look pretty after I stab you.” — yeah, way to rile him up, Adeline.

“I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.” “From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.” “You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” — see it’s shit like this that endears us to red flags lmao

Holy fucking shit. He really- with the rope while she was sleeping and- *sighs* Why did I enjoy that?!

Well at least Daya didn’t really judge Adeline for riding her stalker’s face.

His name is Zade. Fucking finally!

Oh no. Creepy pedophile Mark has set his sights on Adeline. Fuck me, man. Girl can’t catch a break.

Also, I have a feeling Frank murdered Gigi. It was definitely her husband’s friend who did it. Or someone they knew. Not her stalker.

So Adeline knows what Zade does for a living. And of course, her feelings toward it and him are all over the place.

Holy shit. That movie theater scene 🥵

Zade teaching Adeline self defense lol

If this creepy fucking doll-like actor prevents Zade from killing these pedophiles, I’m gonna be pissed.

“Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” — holy fucking hell.

Holy hell. The House of Mirrors.. y’all were not fucking lying lmao.

Sibby is a little nutcase. I love her.

Fuck. Adeline’s been marked by this creepy as fuck Society. I have a bad feeling.

That car scene during the thunderstorm. Holy shit. The spice is.. spicin’ 🥵

Holy shit. Where did these pictures and letter come from all of a sudden? And the bloody watch? I fuckin’ knew Frank had something to do with it.

Sade’s at a dinner party from hell 😰

Wait, what? Who set the trap for Zade?!?!

And fucking Max sent his thugs after Adeline?!

You can’t end a story like that!!! FUCK!

#cat and mouse duet #haunting adeline #adeline #zade #book review #trigger warning #tw: rape #booktok review

[fakeosirian]

WIP wednesday!

THANK YOUUU @ammoniteflesh for tagging me!! i've been waist-deep in this chapter for wayyy too long and i need OUT! i keep forgetting that the earlier parts of this chapter are still unposted content despite how familiar/old news they feel to me LOL so getting to post a little bit is. nice T_T

i tag @lovelyamneris @incorrectsibunaquotes @joysmercer @soupforsoup @sableghost and anyone else who wants to do it :3

a bit of flat on your face ch9 under the cut :0

“So, this is fake.” Nina was still unimpressed.

“I wouldn’t say that, necessarily. I don’t think someone would go to all that effort to knowingly hide a fake.”

“That’s true.” Nina tapped her bottom lip as she thought. “It looks too much like the real stuff, anyway. But there’s only so much of it floating around. There was the one Victor took off us during the mouse infestation, the fake one, the juice bottle Alfie drank…”

“Was that not all of them?” Alfie asked.

“That’s what I thought. The mouse infestation one must be used up by now, and we gave the juice bottle to the hospital for testing, so unless anybody has another one waiting in the wings, we’re still in need of an explanation.”

“Ah, but the juice bottle elixir wasn’t always in the juice bottle. We transferred it there from a different container,” Fabian said, and Nina’s eyes went so large they all but rolled out of her head.

“Oh my God, you’re right.”

“Right, well, it’s probably in there somewhere. Nothing to worry about, right? Case closed,” Patricia announced, a bit louder than necessary.

“Did we…put all of it in that one bottle? We did, right?” Nina muttered. Fabian kept his mouth shut; Patricia had upgraded her glare to Open Your Mouth and Die. “…Right?”

Losing patience, Nina examined Fabian, Amber, and Patricia in that order; since Eddie, Alfie, and KT were either unconscious or in another country when the crime in question was committed, they got to bear silent witness to the standoff.

Finally, something hit Nina over the head like a sack of bricks.

“Wait—"

“Alright, fine. It was me. I put it in there and forgot about it, okay? Jesus Christ.” If Patricia blurting it out all by herself counted as ‘a sack of bricks,’ anyway. “You can stop laughing now.”

“Sorry!!” KT put both hands over her mouth. Patricia’s eyes locked on to her like a primed missile guidance system.

“Wait, you. How did you even know? You weren’t there. You didn’t even know what elixir was until this afternoon!”

“I told her. Over text.” Fabian’s ‘reassuring’ smile clung to his lips like off-brand saran wrap. (Read: not well.) With this much mounting evidence (and recent personal experience), Eddie could sense this eavesdrop-cover-up in his sleep. “She let us and Amber know what was going on, and I suspected there may have been one we forgot about hidden somewhere.”

“Totally.” And thanks to Amber, everyone else knew about the cover-up, too. It was Fabian’s turn to grimace and move on like that didn’t just ruin the whole game; maybe it was nothing more than wishful thinking (or an overactive guilty conscience), but Eddie got the odd impression that he’d just gotten even with someone, in a cosmic sense if nothing else.

“So…there’s no problem, then? All’s well that ends well?” Alfie glanced at the door in the least subtle way possible, which Eddie couldn’t help but find a little odd. This was a bit tedious, but it wasn’t that bad, dude. …Nevermind; it’s gotta be those worms, and I still don't want to know.

“I…guess it is, if that’s the only one we missed. I can’t believe we forgot about that. Would have saved us a lot of going down to the cellar over and over.”

“Yeah, yeah, I messed up.” Eddie moved to Patricia’s defense, but Nina beat him to it.

“Don’t worry about it. At all. Water under the bridge, especially since we all forgot. Clearly it was a good enough hiding place that no one found it this whole time, so if anything, good job?”

“Oh. Right. Thanks.”

“Sooo…what are we going to do with it? Put it back?” Amber asked, much to Nina’s chagrin.

“Uh, no. No offense Patricia, great hiding spot for now, but clearly its time has come.”

“Dump it?” Eddie suggested.

“I dunno man, don’t they recycle water? That’s why you can’t just dump any old chemicals from the lab down the sink; ol’ Sweetie wouldn’t let me forget that after that one time. So what I mean to say is: if it put me in the hospital, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to put it back in the water supply.” Amber stared at Alfie in horror.

“They recycle water?”

“You know what? I’ll just hold onto it for a bit. We’ll figure this out later.” Nina dropped it back in her shoulder bag.

Eddie swept the room as the meeting wound down; the tension bled out following Patricia’s admission, and while it hadn’t erased every shoulder of chips, even Nina and Fabian were able to have a productive exchange within the greater conversation. So long as nothing spontaneously burst into flames, this would go down as a relative success.

Very successful in the Nina and Fabian department, in fact. They shared a lingering glance as Nina made for the door; Fabian was the first to look off to the side self-consciously, but he held out longer than Eddie would have expected. Very good thing.

Then why was there a minor chord ringing in the back of his mind?

KT pulled Fabian aside, distracting Eddie from whatever that red flag was, and a moment later they were gone before he could get a read on them. She’d looked pleased, so he was hoping it wasn’t anything he needed to worry about. Alfie and Amber filtered out one after another not long after.

But not Patricia; she hung back, still sort of sour looking, but considerably less disturbed. She’d just passed her first test; this was his.

“Proud of you for owning up to it.”

“Only once I had no option, but thanks, I guess. If Fabian knew, why didn’t he say something?”

“I have a theory about that. I don’t think he did.”

“What?”

“I think we may have had an eavesdropper he was covering for.” He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows while she puzzled it out. The moment it clicked, she shrank back from the anticlimax.

“She didn’t rat me out. She probably should have.”

“Nah, KT’s not like that. It wasn’t that big of a deal, anyway.”

“No. She isn’t. And it wasn’t.” Her brow furrowed, but her silence was considerably less uncomfortable as she chewed on that. Eddie wasn’t so lucky – the break in the conversation made for the perfect conditions to trigger a mid-projection realization that he was, in fact, projecting right now.

“It wasn’t? It wasn’t. Yeah. Happens all the time, overhearing things. Probably wasn’t even on purpose. That happens a lot to uh, a lot of people. Bet she felt bad,” Eddie rattled off, letting something else in the driver's seat a moment too long. Just because he knew he was projecting and wished he wasn’t didn’t mean that it was easy to change directions mid-stream.

“…Right. You know you’re acting weird.” Statement, not a question.

“Oh, totally. Win-loss ratio against my foot-in-mouth disease is brutal today.”

#alex lore #foyf #hoa #my writing

[hauntingblue]

I loved this movie about nami and her ex situationship reconciling and also anti capitalism

#i have one question are the episode 0 of movies just fanservice am i reding this right. also zoro looks jealous and petty #can they in like love action make zoro chastize sanji bc he is an ally and not just letting him sound jealous and petty like i enjoy both #but clarificaiton sometimes you know. like sanji stop that its dehumanizing and disrespectful also i want you #why are they worried about money when they are in a casino. nami was great at playing cards wasnt she #franky and luffy bonding sumo time.... nami gets the title hell yeah lmao i have been saying she is the strongest #omg the children sellong flowers... dont tell me luffy is going to defeat capitalism in this movie. hell yeah #i was gonna say cant believe they let luffy bet but he does have good luck tho. the stomach ache lmao #sanji is so stupid akdjsksks the guy who likes pain also....don't let sanji think too much about it omg the golden dust.... #zoro is going to be executed sanji and luffy are unlucky and all of them are broke and in debt. damn. how are you broke as a pirate even #nami and carina ex situationship talking about trusting each other again looking at the sunset... exactly #that was such a nasty betrayal and nami trusting her again so easily and fast like damn. #also what is the cp0 koala and sabo doing there like damn. jesus even #also what is absalom doing there.... #and WHO let luffy infiltrate. FRANKY GOT IMPALED!! gold is really malleable and not resistant and strong like this is getting me out of it #sanji got a cleaning man fit instead of a cleaning lady fit so why is usopp wearing one ajdjaka.... i mean he is the crews babygirl.... #also second movie where zoro gets kidnapped. the peoples princess. #omg they are in the pipes. also why is there pipe for the entry of seawater in a boat. maybe i don't know enough about boats #franky getting luffy out of the fan.... cradled like baby jesus for an instant #omg they have been bamboozled BY CARINA?????? OMG AGAIN??? NAMI!!!! OH NVM!!! WHAT??? #luffy didnt know they were doing all this cause he would have fucked it up akshaua him being thrown half dead out of the tower ahsuakaia #this reminds me of super mario wii where bowser turns into a bigger bowser when you kill it. damn #also another good guy turned villain because of tragedy. two in a row #the kid with the metal pipe omg... sabo is coming #i heard hikken and the voice was so similar i wondered why ace was there.... for a millisecond he was there..... 😞 #the red hawk and everything..... should we all kill ourselves.... omg carina didnt betray her actually #tesoro dumb asf for taking nami look how he is going down after that lmao didnt expect gear fourth tho. damn #still thinking about how gold isnt that strong so this shouldn't be necessary but alas shonen be shonen. luffy saving namis gf too <3 #talking tag #watching one piece #watching one piece movies

[novaiya]

Love below 0°C - Arthur x Reader

Summary: You’ve just escaped from Blackwater, barely ducking from bullets that were shot your way. Your trusted horse, however, wasn’t so lucky. Stuck in Colter with no stables to buy a horse from, Arthur decides to go out and get you one, but not just any one, a White Arabian. Is the horse the only thing he's bringing back?

Words: 2.8k

Tags: Established Relationship, FLUFF, 

A/N: I think the last line in this piece is the best line I’ve ever wrote simply because oh the image it evokes :(

Based on this request: Could you please do a fic set during the prologue of rdr2 in Colter, that Arthur tries to tame the white Arabian for the reader because their horse died instead of Boedecia, it takes hours to do it and when he brings it back to camp he starts sneezing and catches a cold so the reader thanks him by taking care of him :D

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The wind was brutal, hitting your body with such force that you were wondering how the horses were able to keep going. If it wasn’t for you holding onto Arthur, you were sure that the wind would’ve taken you away.

Having escaped from Blackwater, the entire gang have found themselves up in the mountains, caught in a snowstorm. Although the weather was cruel and you could already feel your limbs go numb, it beat being captured by the Pinkertons and the lawmen that would surely kill you more painful than the weather would.

As everybody rode on, thinking about the next move or the weather, you were thinking about your horse. From the East to the West and back to the East, he was with you through it all. A gift from Arthur, he was the first, and only, horse you’ve had since joining the Van Der Linde gang. He was loyal to you from the start, patient as you learned how to properly ride and take care of him, and he deserved more than to be killed by a stray bullet from a Blackwater lawman. Tears pricked your eyes as you remembered the image of him laying on the ground, taking his last breath right before Arthur ran up and scooped you away, putting you on his horse and riding away from the damned town.

Your head was laying on Arthur’s back as he rode through the snow, following the light of Dutch’s lantern. You were starting to doze off, Arthur’s back, warm and soft, being as good as any pillow. The voices of Dutch and the rest of the gang were fading into the foreground as you fell asleep, the sound of wind howling accompanying you into the dream world.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in a bed, with a blanket over you and Arthur snuggled behind you. Despite the snow outside making the windows of the cabin tremble, you were as warm and cozy as you could be. You turned around in Arthur’s hold, facing him; he was so cute when he slept, with his mouth slightly open. His nose and cheeks were a bit red, indicating that he was probably out in the cold last night. You had to make sure to keep him warm and safe while you were in this weather, you thought, otherwise he was bound to catch a cold. You knew how reckless he could get, forgetting to take care of himself and putting others first. It was one of the best and at the same time worst traits of his.

As if he felt you watching him, he gradually opened his eyes.

“Mornin’,” he said.

“Morning,” you returned. “Were you out last night?” you said, running a hand through his hair and down to his reddened cheek.

“I was. Me, Micah and Dutch went to check out a homestead Micah found. The O'Driscolls got there first. Found a woman there, brought her back.”

“What about the homestead? Can we go back and stay there?”

“Unfortunately, Micah got to it first, burned the whole thing to the ground.”

“Jesus…” you drew, shaking your head.

The two of you were silent for a moment before Arthur spoke again.

“How are you feeling?” he said, eyeing you with a bit of worry. The two of you didn’t have time to discuss the situation till now.

“I’m okay,” you said, shuffling a bit and rising up so you could sit against the headboard. “Just sad about Happy. He didn’t deserve to go out like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Arthur said, following you and sitting against the headboard as well. He smiled as he remembered the day when he gifted you your horse. Since joining the gang, you would either ride one of the unused horses kept by the hitching post, or ride on the back of Boadicea with Arthur. Despite never being without a ride, you felt that you were ready to have one you could properly call your own, and shared that with Arthur. Being the gentleman he was, Arthur quickly took you to the nearest stable and bought you your new horse (an act for which he got a kiss and which started your relationship) “I remember when the two of you first met, you didn’t even have to break him in. He practically wanted you to mount him,” he said with a laugh.

You smiled and chuckled a bit, remembering how quickly you formed a bond with your horse. That smile quickly faded as you realized you were never going to see Happy again. You shook your head, trying to push away the thoughts.

The two of you got ready before going out of your room and into a dining room-kitchen area of the little cabin you stayed in. Molly was standing by the counter, looking out of the window and sipping on a coffee. Hosea was sitting in a chair by the fireplace, warming up his hands. You went to the counter to make a cup of coffee for yourself and Arthur.

“I know it might be too soon,” Arthur said, coming up to you and taking the coffee you offered. “But we need to get you a new horse.”

His words stung you a bit; you felt bad for replacing Happy so soon, but you knew that you had to. If you had no horse, you couldn’t be a productive member of the gang.

“I know,” you said, looking down into your cup of coffee. “But how are we supposed to do that? We can’t just go out to buy one now, it might be too dangerous.”

“I’ve heard stories of an Arabian horse roaming in the mountains not far from here.” Hosea’s voice made both of you look at him.

Arthur turned around to face him. “Do you know where exactly?”

“Well, no one is sure for certain, and they are just that, stories, but people said they’ve seen it around Lake Isabella.”

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“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” you said, standing next to Arthur’s horse as he mounted it, getting ready to make the trip to Lake Isabella.

“You know me darlin’,” Arthur said with a smile. “I’m always careful.”

You chuckled, slapping his leg playfully.

He bent down slightly, and you stood on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway and kissing him. His lips were cold, and so were yours, but neither of you minded. When you broke apart, he gave you a smile before spurring Boadicea and disappearing into the snowy plain.

You stood in the snow for a few more minutes, looking out into the distance where Arthur rode away to. You hoped he would be careful and take care of himself like he promised. He had a tendency of neglecting himself, being careless and letting himself get hurt or sick. On more than one occasion you had to make sure he wore warm clothes when you were in colder climates, or wore his hat when the sun was especially brutal. Despite being a one of the leaders of the Van Der Linde gang, stepping in for Dutch or Hosea when he had to, he could be so silly when it came to trivial things.  You chuckled to yourself. Good thing he had you, you thought, a thought that Arthur often had himself.

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The snowstorm was getting more brutal the further he went into the mountains. At some points, he couldn’t even see in front of him, everything hidden by the white of the snow. From time to time, the storm would get so brutal, Boedecia could barely move through it. Finally, after a few hours he could see the frozen Lake Isabella. Everything was covered in white; the trees, the rocks, the lake itself. All the animals that were able to withstand the harsh weather and roamed around too wore coats of white, blending in with the surroundings. In this scenery, Arthur stood out like a sore thumb with his dark blue coat and his black hat.

He hitched Boedecia to one of the trees that lined the shore of the lake before venturing out, trying to get a feel for the surrounding area.

He should get a fire started, he thought, warm himself up before getting to work. That’s what you would’ve done, at least, if you were here. He promised you that he would take care of himself. He felt bad for not doing that, but he hoped he would be in and out within an hour, so forth he went.

It was hours before he finally found her, having missed her white coat in the equally white snow a countless times. Finding her, however, wasn’t even the hardest part, breaking her in, that was. She bucked him off for what he felt like a dozen times. He could barely feel his face in the end, having been thrown off face first in the snow far too many times. Finally, as if the horse was just as tired of bucking off Arthur as Arthur was tired of being bucked off, she gave in, relaxing under him.

Despite being cold, tired and hungry, he forwent setting up camp to rest, already planning the route back to Colter. Being the completionism that he was, he didn’t feel that his mission was over until you had the horse’s reins in your hand.

“Let’s get you to your new owner,” he said, patting the mare’s platinum mane.

He whistled for Boedecia, and when she came, the three of them started their journey back to Colter. The snow storm still blew, but it was not as rough as it was before, and Arthur could see the path in front of him. He noticed how serene and quiet the area was, and if it wasn’t for his occasional sneezes cutting through the silence, there would be nothing heard. When his nose started to run, he cursed himself, using the cuff of his coat to wipe at it.

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You were standing by the window, sipping on your coffee and looking outside when you saw Arthur make his way up the path on a horse that was as white as a fresh winter snow. “Arthur!” you exclaimed and ran outside.

“Got a present for ya,” he said as he dismounted the horse.

As you looked over your new ride, taking notice of her beautiful, platinum hair and her equally platinum body, you couldn’t help but be distracted by the sneezes and sniffles that came from Arthur. Oh, Arthur! Of course he didn’t listen to you, you thought, probably didn’t set up a fire and most likely spent too much time in the snow. His selfless act, as much as it meant to you, came at a cost that you would now have to help him pay.

“Oh, Arthur,” you said after he sneezed again.

“I’m alright,” he said like he always did, waving away with his hand.

“C’mon,” you said, taking Arthur’s hand in yours and leading him into the house and your room. “Let’s get you warm.”

“Darlin’, I told you, I’m all right.”

He would not have been Arthur Morgan if he didn’t try to reject your help at least once. He hated being a burden to you or to anyone, especially when he was at fault. You, however, after being in a relationship with him for the past few years, learned to not pay attention to his rejections, simply continuing on with what you were doing. With your help, after a few minutes, he was down to his union suit, his clothes, heavy and wet, laying in the corner of the room to be hanged up to dry later. You fished out a fresh set of clothes from your unpacked bags, a pair of pants, a shirt and a warm jacket made of sheepskin, and gave it to him before leaving the room to get a hot cup of coffee and a meal for Arthur.

The room was quiet while you were outside, and Arthur had a moment to let his thoughts travel freely in his mind. He looked at his arms and his legs, clothed in fresh, dry clothes. He looked at the door where on the other side you, his love, were preparing food for him. The warmth that the clothes provided could not rival the warmth he felt in his heart through all your acts of love. He never imagined that someone could love him as much as you did. Not only that, he didn’t think he deserved it, after everything he has done in his life. The words were no match for what he felt for you as you opened the door, balancing a cup of coffee and a bowl of stew as you held the doorknob, your cheeks red from the cold, your eyes full of love as you looked at him.

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“You silly, silly man,” you said as you sat on a chair next to the bed, looking over Arthur. It has been a few days since Arthur brought back the white Arabian and with her, the cold he caught. He was sneezing, coughing, blowing his nose, the whole nine yards, yet despite all that, he still wanted to get back on his horse and to work. You had to all but tie him to the bed to keep him from going out.

“I need to go out with Dutch,” he would say between sneezes, trying to get up and go.

“They'll have to manage without you,” you would return, pushing him back on the bed and covering him with blankets. “I’m not gonna let you get any more sicker.”

The next few days were mostly spent in the confines of the four walls of your room, with you taking care of Arthur. Surprising yourself, he didn’t fight too much, giving in almost right away and letting you nurse him to health. He could get used to it, he thought, as you kept taking care of him, tucking him under blankets, bringing hot bowls of stew. On a couple of occasions, he caught himself imagining that he wasn’t in some broken down cabin in Colter, hiding from Pinkertons and lawmen, but in his own house, on his own land. The image warmed him up more than any bowl of stew or cup of coffee could.

As you were laying in the bed with Arthur, you could hear the snow storm playing outside, threatening to break the windows and invade the room. Although the walls were cold, with Arthur’s body and a blanket over the two of you, you were warm. By now, Arthur has almost completely recovered, the only trace of the sickness being a sneeze here and there, but it too was almost completely gone.

“You know,” Arthur started, making you look up at him from where your head was on his chest. “It’s in moments like these, when I can see us bein’ somewhere else. Just the two of us.”

He imagined the two of you on your own ranch or a farm. No bounties to hunt, no debts to collect. He could see himself as a rancher, not carrying his gun belt every waking hour, a dog by his side. He imagined you, in a light, flow-y dress, taking care of the house, bringing love and light to it just as you did to every tent the two of you have shared. Maybe the cold has made his mind delirious, but he could even see the two of you grow old together, sitting on a rocking chair on the porch of your house, your hair gray, your face littered with wrinkles, each one telling a story.

“Me too,” you said, imagining a similar scenery in your mind. The mess that had just gone down in Blackwater had shaken your trust in Dutch just as it had for Arthur. Something has changed, and despite continuing following Dutch, the two of you realized you could only rely on one another. It’s a realization, so crucial, which would come to play strongly in the next few months, a lifeline that would lead you to your happy ever after in the end, with you, in a flow-y dress on the porch of your ranch, watching as Arthur tended to the herd, no gun on his hip, only sweat on his forehead from an honest day of work.

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[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Chapter 11

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Spark.

She watches Ethan from the couch as he pulls a tin of muffins out of the oven, arranging a few on a plate. She’s been thinking a lot about what Mulder said about not having a spark with his ex. She wonders if she and Ethan have a spark, or if they did at one point. When she thinks about her relationship with Ethan, what stands out to her is commitment, dedication, stability. And love, of course, she does love him.

When they first met through mutual friends, she wasn’t particularly interested. He was perfectly nice, and good looking enough, but struck her more as a potential friend than a boyfriend. He was steadfast, kept showing up, kept gently working to get to know her, and eventually she started to grow fond of him. They’ve joked that while his attraction to her was immediate, hers to him was more of a slow burn. This is what mature, adult relationships are like, right? Measured, practical, logical. When you’re young, wild, and free, you date whoever you have the most fun with, chasing the next exciting experience and the rush of a first kiss. But the person you marry should be someone who you know will be a dependable partner, a good parent, and a lifelong support. That has always been her belief.

Ethan returns to sit with her on the couch, setting the muffins on the coffee table to cool. He picks up her feet and puts them in his lap, casting her a brief smile before he goes to work pressing his thumbs into her arches as he watches TV.

Spark.

Is that what she feels when she’s with Mulder? A spark? Is that why her stomach goes into knots when he looks at her? Why she feels the overwhelming urge to touch him? The sensation that there is an electrical current passing between them is not one she’s ever felt with Ethan, that’s for sure. There was no adrenaline in their first kiss, only contentment. Comfort, safety, security. These are good feelings, ones you can build a life on. Can you build a life on a spark?

“You still going to try on dresses tomorrow with Missy?” he asks, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Mhmm,” she answers over her book, which she hasn’t gotten through a page of in over thirty minutes.

“Are you gonna let me see what you pick?” he asks, glancing at her from the corner of his eye with a surreptitious smirk.

She sets the book on her stomach and gives him a chastising smile. “Of course not, Ethan. That’s against the rules.”

“Who made that rule, anyway? I’ve already seen you naked, I should be able to see you in a fancy dress before the big day,” he says with a pointed look.

She swats him with the book.

“The fact that you’ve already seen me naked is also against the rules, so I guess we’re 0 for 2. Don’t tell my mother that,” she lectures playfully.

“I’m sure she has her suspicions, given that we live together,” he says dryly.

“Leave the woman to her ignorant bliss,” she retorts, and they hold eye contact for a moment, exchanging affectionate smiles.

Not a spark, but maybe an ember. Burning steady, carrying them through the dark nights. Sparks die out quickly. She only hopes her spark with Mulder fades soon, because right now it’s burning so bright it’s distracting her from the ember sitting right at her feet.

———

She frowns at herself in the mirror.

“This one is really pretty, Sis, you don’t like it?” Missy asks, tugging at the train to straighten it out.

“I don’t know. Maybe. No.”

She looks forlornly at the rack of dresses she’s already tried on. Every length and cut, style of bodice and neckline. They all seemed wrong.

“I mean, I know you’re generally hard to please, Dana, but this is getting ridiculous,” Missy laments.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she replies, casting Missy an apologetic look.

“Which one do you think Ethan would like? Would that help you decide?” Missy offers helpfully.

Ethan. Right. She realizes that she’s been thinking about what Mulder would make of her in a white dress. She suspects he’d go for the mermaid fit.

“Can we just try again another day, maybe? I think I’m just not in the right headspace for this,” she pleads with her big sister.

“Sure, whatever you want. Let’s go get coffee or something,” Missy says as she ushers Dana back into the changing room.

They go to her favorite local spot, finding two open armchairs near the fireplace, which is off for the summer. Dana tucks her legs under her torso, sipping at an indulgent white chocolate mocha; she feels the need for small pleasures right now. Missy eyes her appraisingly, and she can feel the third degree that is about to commence.

“So what’s up with you?” she finally asks, her tone inquisitive but not abrasive.

“What do you mean?” Dana asks in reply, avoiding her eyes.

Missy’s head drops to the side in exasperation. “Are you really going to make me spell it out for you, Dana? I’m trying to be supportive of your decision to marry Ethan, but you’re making it really hard being so openly miserable all the time.”

Dana looks at her with surprise and indignation. “I am not miserable.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Missy says sarcastically.

Dana shakes her head. “I’m just...I don’t know, I have a lot on my mind.”

“Care to elaborate?” Missy asks with an expectant look.

She sighs and sets her shoulders. She needs to talk to someone about this, and Missy is literally her only option.

“Okay, but first I need you to promise me you’re not going to make a big deal about this, because it’s really not a big deal,” she prefaces with a stern look.

“You know me, I don’t do big deals,” Missy replies, working hard to hide her anticipation for whatever her little sister is about to reveal.

“Okay. So, I met this man at work,” she starts, and Missy’s eyes go as round as oranges. “Missy, don’t look at me like that.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Missy defends, “go on.” She’s leaning forward in her chair, creating less space between them.

“He’s an agent, he was just picking something up for a case he’s working on, but he asked me out, and we’ve kind of been...we’ve become friends,” she says hesitantly, glancing at Missy to gage her reaction. Missy is forcing a blank expression.

“So...you’re dating him?” she asks flatly.

“No! Oh god, no. I mean, he asked me out and I told him that I have a boyfriend, but now we’re just kind of friends, and….Jesus Christ.” She drops her forehead into her palm. Even describing what’s going on with Mulder is apparently impossible. “We are just friends, but...but I’m having a hard time reconciling how I feel about him.”

“How do you feel about him?” Missy asks.

Dana shakes her head. “I don’t know how to describe it, Missy. I love Ethan, I’m not having doubts about him, but this man...I feel so drawn to him. Being around him feels...almost electric.”

“Like you have a spark?” Missy asks, and Dana’s head snaps to look at her. She’s open, curious.

“Yeah...exactly like that,” she replies regretfully.

Missy nods in understanding, and it somehow makes Dana feel a little better, like she’s not totally crazy. “Tell me about him,” she requests, and Dana can’t help but smile.

“Um, he’s a criminal behavioral analyst, in the Behavioral Science Unit. Oxford educated. He’s funny, but in a dry, intellectual way. He has some pretty outlandish ideas, but he’s so passionate about what he believes in, it’s impossible not to take him seriously. He’s kind of intense, but really alluring.” She pauses, knowing she can’t go on much further without veering into gushing.

“Is he cute?” Missy asks, and Dana closes her eyes.

“SO good looking. Painfully so.” She opens them and Missy is smiling knowingly at her.

“Sounds like a real catch, Sis.”

“Yeah, but I’m engaged to someone who is also a great catch in his own right. I feel like I’m in a romcom.”

“So what are you gonna do?” Missy asks earnestly.

Dana looks at her with surprise. “What do you mean? I’m not going to do anything. It’s just distracting, but obviously nothing can or will come of it.”

Missy gives her a doubtful expression, but then raises her eyes to meet with someone over Dana’s shoulder, giving them a questioning look. Dana turns to see Mulder standing beside her, a cup in his hand and that damn boyish smile on his mouth.

“Hey, Scully, we meet again,” he says, glancing between her and Missy.

“Mulder, hi,” she stumbles, bringing her feet to the floor and squirming around as though he’d caught her in a compromised position. “Um, Mulder, this is my sister, Melissa. Missy, this is Fox Mulder.”

He steps forward and extends his hand to Missy, and she shakes it with a flirtatious smile. “Nice to meet you, Fox.”

“Oh, please call me Mulder,” he replies.

“Alright, Mulder, would you like to join us?” Missy asks, and Dana shoots her a look.

“Um, yeah, I can hang out for a minute,” he replies cautiously, pulling up a chair between the two of theirs.

“So, how do you and Dana know each other?” she asks, and Dana isn’t sure if she’s asking because she realizes who he is, or because she doesn’t.

“We work together, technically speaking. I’m a criminal behavioral analyst in the Behavioral Science Unit.” Missy gives Dana a look that tells her it was the latter. “What are you two up to today?” he asks, running his palm over a stubbled cheek. She can hear the scratch of the short hairs against his skin and it sets off a tingle at the back of her neck.

“We were just doing some wedding dress shopping,” Missy offers, watching his reaction closely.

“Ah,” he says, only moderately concealing his dissatisfaction, “sounds like a good time.” His tone is dry and not at all genuine. “So, Scully,” he says, directing his words to Dana, “Priscilla was wondering if you could stop by next weekend. She has something to show you.”

She smiles coyly. “Does she? Not a hairball, I hope?”

Mulder chuckles. “No, it’s a file, actually. Her personal favorite, she’d love to share it with you.”

“I think I might be free on Saturday,” she replies, “I just need to check, um…”

“Check with Ethan, right,” he finishes, his smile fading a bit.

“Right,” she confirms, her own smile quickly extinguishing.

Mulder stands. “I’ll email you, to confirm.” He turns to Missy, “It was nice to meet you, Melissa.”

Missy beams at him. “Likewise.”

Mulder turns to Scully and gives her a longing glance, then leaves. They watch him go, waiting until the door has closed behind him to speak.

Missy slaps Dana’s arm. “Oh. My. GOD, Sis!” she exclaims with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“What?” Dana returns.

“Spark? That is a goddamn bonfire. Even I could feel it,” she says with a look of wonder.

Dana gives her a pained expression then drops her head into her hands with a groan.

“Why does he call you Scully? And who the hell is Priscilla?” Missy adds.

Dana lifts her head, looking at her sister regretfully with a shrug.

“He said I don’t look like a Dana. Priscilla is his cat.”

Missy closes her eyes for a moment and gently shakes her head, her eyebrows furrowing like she’s trying to reconcile all this information in her brain.

“Whoa, so you’ve been to his place?” Missy asks incredulously.

Dana nods hesitantly.

“Sis, what are you doing? If you were to tell me that you’re going to break it off with Ethan and run away with that beautiful man I would honestly support you. But if you’re trying to keep things on the up and up here, a private rendezvous at his apartment seems like a really bad idea.” Missy is deeply confused, not used to being in the position to tell her sister what decisions are unwise. That is typically Dana’s role in their relationship.

Dana glares at her sister defensively. “We’re just friends, Missy. Men and women can be just friends.”

Missy shoots her a ‘do you think I was born yesterday?’ look.

“Sure they can, if they aren’t insanely attracted to each other. That man practically devoured you with his eyes, Dana. He wants to be more than your friend,” she says emphatically.

“Well, he’s not going to be. I’m with Ethan. And I’m an adult who can control myself enough to maintain boundaries with a platonic friend who happens to be an attractive man. I’m not a Neanderthal, Missy.” She’s using her professor voice, presenting the topic with supporting evidence. Only the facts, folks.

“Okay,” Missy says, acquiescing. “If you trust yourself then great, have fun with your friend. Does Ethan know you’re gallivanting around with a sexy behavioral analyst?”

The guilty look that overtakes Dana’s face is answer enough.

“Well,” Missy continues, “just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she brings levity back to the conversation with a little smirk.

“That leaves me with a lot of options, Missy,” Dana retorts, and Missy slaps her arm again.

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files #x files fanfic #alternate universe

[gravegroves]

Can I ask about 2 and 8 for the wip tag game?

I've already talked about 8 (search #tag game in my tags and you'll find it).

But omg thank you for asking about 2!!

2. Like a Bat Out of Hell, Indiana

Oh man, oh man. This. This right here? This is my baby. My precious. The one I wrote so self indulgently that even if no one else likes it, I LIKE IT. And I'm completely okay with that.

El and Hopper fail at closing the gate at the end of s2, Billy appears at the Byers' house just in time and so begins a mad dash across the country, trying to outrun the end of the fucking world.

Tw: death (no one we care about though)

Excerpt:

The sound of a car roaring into the driveway has Steve's heart crashing up into his throat and they all turn to watch as headlights dance across the living room walls, sharp and blinding, like a goddamn beacon of hope.

And Steve doesn't have time to think about why the deep rumbling of the engine sounds so familiar.

He moves the kids now or they die.

"Get to the car, now!" Steve screams, just as the window at the end of the hall explodes inward.

Max gets to the door first and tears out of the house, sprinting toward the high beam lights with the boys hot on her heels.

"Billy!" She screams and goddamnit she can't mean--

She reaches the car, yanks the passenger side door open and pushes the front seat forward, shoving Dustin, Mike and Lucas into the back before diving in herself, righting the front seat in a practised move just in time for Steve to jump in after her.

And yep. There he is.

Hargrove's expression would be hilarious if they weren't seconds away from being overrun by a horde of carnivorous monster dogs.

"What the fuck do you losers think you're doing?!" Billy roars, eyes bugging slightly when he recognises Steve.

"Harrington?!"

Steve grabs him by the collar and screams into his face: "Just fucking drive!" 

A loud crash has them both snapping their heads to the side just in time to watch as a hundred Demodogs or more come rushing out from behind the Byers' house, heading straight for them.

Without another word, Billy yanks the car into reverse and accelerates before hitting the breaks. Steve's stomach swoops as their momentum lets the wheels slide over the gravel to land perfectly on the road.

He grabs Billy's arm, yanks on it like it might shake some urgency into him.

"Hargrove, go!"

"Seatbelts! Get the seatbelts" Max yells at the others.

That's what she's worried about? Steve thinks, even as he reaches over his shoulder to strap himself in.

Then Billy puts the car into gear and guns it forward and they go from 0 to 70 mph in ten seconds flat, zooming down old, twisting back roads and Steve honestly can't believe that Hargrove's insane, wannabe NASCAR driving is gonna be what saves their asses tonight.

"What the hell are you doing all the way out here with my sister, huh?" Billy yells, taking his eyes off the road to look over at him and Steve might seriously have a fucking heart attack.

"Eyes on the road!" He exclaims, foot searching the footwell for a break pedal that isn't there, "For real, man? You want to do this now?!"

"Or you can get out and fucking walk, amigo," Billy snarls, swerving around another Demodog leaping for the hood of his car, "What the hell is up with these dogs?"

"Billy, stop it! Can you jus-- look out!" Max shrieks, her arm shooting between them to point straight ahead and the kids all begin yelling as the flower-in-bloom-faced ugly fuck grows larger in the windscreen at an alarming speed.

Smooth as butter, Billy avoids the gaping creature in their path, not taking his foot off the accelerator for even a second. Steve's heart beats a drum solo against his adam's apple. His fingers feel fused to the edges of the seat, holding on for dear life.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?" Billy turns to look behind him and Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw hurts, barely restraining himself from yanking Billy around to face forward again.

"Hargrove, I swear to God--"

"Oh god, look."

Steve turns his head the slightest amount to see Lucas pointing out of the window at the treeline to their right.

Demodogs.

Lots of them.

So many slimy, greyish bodies that the forest floor has all but disappeared and transformed into a churning sea of dark, slick oil.

More worryingly, they're all running in the same direction as the Camaro.

Fuck.

"What the…" Billy falters when he looks out of the window at the treeline, then seems to shake it off, placing his undivided attention back on the road for once.

He speeds up to pass a whole group of the beasts trying to cross to the other side, narrowly misses being cut off entirely by the mass of Demodog bodies. Steve releases a hand from the seat only to clutch at the grab handle on the door. He closes his eyes, swears he can feel his stomach fall out of his ass when the wheels on his side of the car lift into the air for half a beat.  

"Shit, we're gonna die!" Dustin wails, voice wobbly as Billy jerks the wheel again to avoid a creature charging straight for them. If the kids weren't already packed in like sardines they'd be sliding around back there, seatbelt or no. "We're definitely gonna die! This psycho is gonna kill us before the monsters do!"

Billy scowls into the rear-view mirror and grits out "Hey kid, you're welcome to get out and walk."

"You literally tried to run us off the road a week ago--"

"Not the time, Dustin!" Max snaps and shushes him.

"We need to get to the gate!" Mike blurts out, leaning forward to speak directly at Steve. Demanding. "We need to help El!"

Steve doesn't even have the faintest idea of how to begin doing any of that.

"Dude, we can't just go back there, are you crazy--" Lucas pulls him back and they continue to argue in harsh whispers.

"If you losers don't shut the fuck up, I'll crash this goddamn car just so I can take you all with me." Billy barks, knuckles white on the wheel.

"Oh my god, see! What did I tell you?" Dustin exclaims, "He's dangerous, Steve!"

Yeah, well, he's all that we've got, Steve doesn’t say. "Shut up, Dustin."

They turn into the first proper residential street and Billy misses a tree by an inch as he tries to avoid colliding with five demodogs hunched over something on the road.

Oh god, was that a body?

"Harrington, where the fuck am I going?"

Steve closes his eyes, overwhelmed and completely out of his depth. They might have been the B team, but there hadn't actually been a plan B--

"Fuck, fuck! I don't know--"

"Billy," Max pleads, voice shaky with terror, silencing them all, "My mom…" 

Billy sighs explosively before turning down a side street, barely slowing down.

"Shit."

*****

It's not just Max's mom, but Dustin's mom, too. Lucas's family. Mike's family. 

They reach Old Cherry Road first and Billy barely allows the car to come to a full stop, Demodogs further down the street are taking notice of them already, stalking forward, mouths blooming excitedly. Steve eyes them warily until a garbled oh fuck from the back seat draws his attention to the other side of the street and--

It's bad.

The porch light sets the stage for a grizzly scene at the Hargrove residence. A woman lies directly beneath it, like the opening shot to a fucked up play, her head of red hair spilling over the top step.

She's very obviously dead. Steve can see where she must have tripped on the welcome rug -- awkwardly stiff and upturned between her feet -- and he can only hope she got knocked out in the fall and didn't feel a thing that came after. There isn't much left between her head and her knees except for a dark patch of gøre.

The headless body of a man lies slumped against a truck parked in the driveway, one arm stuck through the open car door, half torn off within his jacket. Blood still running down the concrete incline, pooling in the roadside gutter.

"Oh, you Bastard," Billy spits, barely a whisper.

The longer Steve stares, the more horrifying the scene becomes.

He doesn't want Max to see this. Or Billy.

Max doesn't make a sound.

Billy slams his fist against the steering wheel a couple of times, then peels away from the curb before the Demodogs can get too close.

*****

Dustin's house is dark. There's no car in the driveway.

"I told her Mews had been seen in Loch Nora. She must still be out looking..." Dustin trails off quietly. Shellshocked.

It's almost midnight. Steve doubts she's still out looking for a cat. And if she is...

"I wanted to keep her out of the way."

No one says anything.

They drive.

*****

The Sinclair house is dark, too, no lights on except for the motion sensor activated ones over the empty carport.

Billy doesn't bother slowing down. The area is absolutely swarming with creatures already.

"It's so late. Where..." Lucas falters, scanning the houses they pass, like he made a mistake and his home will appear any minute now. "Where did they go?"

"I'm sure they're okay, man," Steve tries, but it feels flat, false, "If they're in a car they could make it out. Your mom too, Dustin."

Billy grimaces, but says nothing.

"What?" Steve demands.

"I was just here looking for Max. They were home." 

He keeps a laser focus on the road now, on avoiding the monsters spilling out onto their path, growling when he's forced to change down a gear before aggressively working his way up in speed once more, jaw clenched tight.

"You probably caught them on their way out." Steve insists.

Billy looks doubtful, but he nods anyway. Neither of them enough of an asshole to take a kid's hopes away like that.

They move on.

*****

"Let me out," Mike says, quietly. Trembling. Hands pushing against the back of Steve's seat like he'll be able to bend it out of the way through sheer force of will.

No one moves.

The front door to the Wheeler home is open, door splintered where the deadbolt held, but the wood didn't. The car is parked in the carport. All the lights are on. 

Karen Wheeler's corpse lies forgotten and half devoured on the front lawn.

In the driveway, a tiny yellow sock lies next to bloody drag marks disappearing into the grass--

Oh god...

"Let me out." 

Steve's lips move, but he can't seem to draw breath enough to produce sound..

Billy seems to shake himself out of a daze, takes a deep breath beside him. "Nah, kid."

And Mike just snaps. 

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" He screams, punching and kicking the seat in front of him.

Steve leans forward out of the seat and puts his head in his hands. 

"Let me out! LET ME OUT!" Mike shrieks, begs.

"No." Billy says again, evenly.

Mike's voice breaks on a wordless scream.

Steve wants to do his own bit of kicking and screaming, but someone needs to keep their fucking head in the game or they're all going to end up dead.

By some twisted turn of fate that someone is turning out to be Billy fucking Hargrove.

Hysterically, he remembers hearing about Billy abandoning Carla Green to walk home alone from the quarry after she'd scratched the Camaro's dashboard with her fake nails by accident.

Mike kicks the back of the seat again. Billy says nothing.

All the kids are crying, now.

Mike's screams eventually taper off into babbling sobs and Dustin does his best to comfort him through his own half-choked cries. Lucas is whispering to a sobbing Max, his own breaths hitching and heaving uncontrollably, on the edge of breaking.

Steve's eyes sting, hidden behind his hands.

He lifts his head up and glances over at Billy, still tracking the side of the road, the edge of the trees. He looks so normal that it almost throws Steve for a loop. He wants to grab Billy by the collar again. Shake him. Scream: what part of this aren't you getting?

"The fuck is going on?" Billy hisses, almost to himself and oh, right.

"Later," Steve promises, hoarsely, digs the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough to see stars.

"You know what they are?"

"Yeah." Steve says after a great deal of swallowing past the lump in his throat.

If Hargrove's voice betrays even a hint of emotion Steve knows he's gonna fucking lose it. Luckily, the guy keeps his shit together so Steve can keep a lid on his.

"You know what kills them?" Billy continues.

"Heat," Dustin says, voice thick, "And, like, bullets."

Billy nods, "Alright, how warm are we talking?"

"They don't like warm weather or daylight, but I don't think it kills them. Weakens them, maybe. Sends them underground."

"Fire will." Steve says, pulling at his hair until it hurts, dragging himself out of foggy despair and into the present where he's needed. He accidentally runs his gaze past Karen's body and tries not to dry-heave.

Mike is still crying behind him and god fuck, they should get out of here. The kid shouldn't be seeing this.

"Where do we go?" Max whispers, like she read his mind. She sounds as lost as Steve feels.

Billy revs the engine and turns to Steve, "Any requests?"

Steve thinks about the huge empty house waiting for him, a gaping nightmare at the edge of the woods. He balks at the thought.

Where the fuck do we go?

"Just get us out of Hawkins."

#anon ask #tag game #my precious #gravegroves writes #harringrove

[laora-ryn]

Fanfic Review

tagged by @sapphireswimming, @ninthfeather, and @hawk-in-a-tree ! went back in the thread a little to get some extra questions, because I could lol

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How many works do you have on ao3? 100 ahhhh. I posted #100 in August, and apparently my brain liked the round number enough that I haven't posted anything since ;0;

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What’s your total ao3 word count? ...1,143,375...jesus christ

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How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 18! "main" fandoms: Gundam 00, Harry Potter, Fullmetal Alchemist, The Hobbit, The World Ends With You, Persona 3, Supernatural, Danny Phantom, Kingdom Hearts "side" fandoms (only one offs, or crossovers): Bleach, Final Fantasy 13 + 15, Persona 5, Lord of the Rings, Van Helsing, Legend of Zelda, Doctor Who, Octopath Traveler

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Are there any new fandoms you want to write for? Of fandoms that aren't in the lists above, I have fic ideas for Assassin's Creed, Gnosia, and The Hunger Games. P5, DW, and OT will ideally be in "main fandom" list at some point lmao

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What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Byzantine (HP/FMA)

Desiderium (Hobbit/LOTR time travel)

Symbol (Danny Phantom)

Chrysalis (FMA)

Yggdrasil (Hobbit)

Honorable mentions go to Penance (HP/FMA) and Men and Angels (FMA), which were wildly popular on FFnet, but since they got back-posted years later to AO3, their numbers here are lower.

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Which of your fics do you want more attention for? Every single one of my 00 fics, tbh. It's a tiny fandom but it still makes me sad because I'm really proud of them :(

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Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to! except sometimes my brain is an ass about it

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What sorts of things do you normally write? I uh got a little infamous in a few fandoms for the angst/tragedy side of things lol. Anymore I tend more toward angst with a happy (or at least not terrible) ending, found family, trauma recovery, dramatic irony/revelation fics where the reader has more info than many of the characters (looking at you, Bring Down the Sky)

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What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oh lord, hope you were looking for a list lmao, because it's impossible for me to pick. in reverse posting order, going down my ao3:

our fury burns, a TWEWY haunting AU that I guess isn't angsty so much as Dark As Fuck

Empty Promises, a DP fic where Danny dies in chapter 1, and the rest of it is people dealing with the aftermath. it is, i have been assured by many people, awful

this is the way the world ends, a Gundam 00 AU where [redacted] survives their death in canon, only to die horribly a few months later. [other redacted] blames themselves and there is, um, all sorts of trauma to unpack

Phantasm, a Supernatural fic that I don't even remember the details of anymore except it is Dark As Fuck and Sam dies at the end

Ash Like Snow, an old Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist fic set in an HP Dark Timeline, where Ed, Ling, and half of Al's blood seal show up in the Great Hall during their fight with Gluttony.

Honorable mentions go to Promised Eternity (FF13) and Asymmetria (FMA). They're both grimdark fics I started and then decided were Too Much, Even For Me, so I abandoned them halfway through.

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What’s a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone? Idk what it says about me that?? I don't know?? the only thing I can think of is my 100 word drabble collections (Gundam 00, TWEWY) since i, uh, don't know the meaning of brevity lol. But yea other than that, nothing I can think of? And I can't tell if that's a testament to my comfort zone being Very Big, or me limiting my fics to things I'm familiar with lmao

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Do you write crossovers? What’s the wildest one you’ve written? Occasionally yeah! I wrote several Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist fics back in the day that were pretty well received. I think the latest crossover I wrote was a TWEWY/Gundam 00 fic that I'm particularly proud of (but got next to no traffic, since neither of them are huge fandoms OTL)

Wildest?? i mean the crackiest one was probably Dimensional

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Have you ever received hate on a fic? yeah back in the day on FFnet, tbh I'm just glad the concept of 'flames' isn't around much anymore, it's so pointless

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Do you write smut? if so what kind? i am way too ace for that

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Have you ever had a fic translated? A lot of them actually!! I have them (+gift fic art) all archived on this page

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Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hooooooo boy this one takes me back. Yea, ten years ago I had 3 friends on a forum on FFnet, and we made a joint account to post all our co-written HP/FMA stuff. Playing God was the biggest one, but there were a bunch of oneshots too. You can read them here

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What’s your all time favorite ship? Lockon/Tieria and Christina/Lichty from Gundam 00. they deserved better

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What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Yggdrasil, and I feel awful about it ;0; I had big plans for it, but it's definitely a case of "bit off more than i could chew, and found plot holes, and got overwhelmed" so :(

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What are you currently working on? Currently, the main one is the next installment in Bring Down the Sky. It's taking so long since I don't know how the next several blocks are gonna be split fic- or chapter-wise, so I'm pre writing a lot of it to figure it out as I go Px I've also got a set of character studies of the season 1 Ptolemy crew from 00, but that's uh 2.5 / 11 done so that's gonna be a while There's more in my WIP folder but those are the ones that are probably at the front of the line for posting!

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What are your writing strengths? I've been told by several reliable sources that I'm very good at The Angst lol. I also pride myself on characterization and character interaction in general! My fics are definitely character-driven

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What are your writing weaknesses? Action scenes are a WIP for me otl. I'm also very bad at like, describing visuals for people? Since I'm 100% one of the people who doesn't visualize things in their head at all, so I forget a LOT of the time that people appreciate that lmao

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What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I mean, depending on the fandom, it's kind of inevitable? For multilingual characters, I only write out the dialogue if the POV character can understand what's being said Main example right now is Lyndsay Dylandy (Lockon's mom in 00), who I write as severely deaf and speaks in Irish Sign Language. The people around her are fluent, but randos around town (and the kids' friends, the first several times they come around) aren't When it's in those people's POV, I just write that Lyndsay is signing, and if the friend need to know what she said, one of the kids translates for them. For Lyndsay's POV, if the person's vocalizing, she does better if they're facing her, and talking louder, and is patient if she needs something repeated. She can read lips okay but it's not fool proof, so in non-ideal situations i tend to write vocalized dialogue from her POV with gaps in the parts of speaking that she would miss (ends of sentences, hard-to-parse words for lip reading) Tbh it's been a really interesting thing and I'm working hard to get it right - I've got mild hearing loss myself and am learning ASL, and I'm modeling Lyndsay's progressive loss after a close friend with the same condition. She wears hearing aids, but still has a lot of issues with hearing/understanding if she's not on her A game.

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What was the first fandom you wrote for? Most recent? First, a bad Harry Potter fic from when I was 14 - most recent, a much better Gundam 00 fic from August lmao

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What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? how dare you make me choose probably Nodus Tollens (TWEWY post-game trauma recovery) or the endings of stories that never got to be told (Gundam 00, an exploration of the Dylandys' backstory and the impact the war had on their family and friends)

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What fic are you most proud of? Same answer as above??? I guess I'm pretty proud of writing our own secret ceremonials for TWEWYtober 2020, 33k words within a month for 31 separate oneshots was impressive

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anyone who wants to Do The Thing can consider themselves tagged! @the-stray-liger, @neildylandy, @tieria-erde maybe??

#mine #ask games #this was fun!!! thank u for the tag