#so all my answers are gonna be about hoa

[thewolfmanny]

Q 8, 20 & 21 for the fanfic ask :)

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

It was October. I was extremely depressed due to RL circumstances. I just finished watching another playthru of Until Dawn, and was wondering whether SMG did other games like that. Discovered Man of Medan, did a little more research, and found out a new game was coming out called House of Ashes and it was getting good reviews, like best game since Until Dawn.

My partner's sister and their GF was visiting for Halloween weekend. I decided, maybe we can buy this game and play it altogether as a fun treat. We got really drunk and high and picked our characters. I loved Nick Tarabay in Spartacus and Salim was also the only non-US military character, so obviously I zeroed in on him and vowed to keep him alive no matter what. (We hated Jason BTW lmao but when we realized that the character my partner picked was fucking the character their sister picked, we switched things around and my partner played Jason, doing a phenomenal job).

So, dressed up as a fembot from Austin Powers, I kicked ass through the temple, made it out alive with Jason and Rachel, and went straight to tumblr to reblog some aesthetic gifsets. That's where I found there was a whole fandom brewing and a discord server. I was really going through a dark spiral and was severely alone, so I decided to get back into fandom after having been out for several years. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, it's a silly game, but I'm happy I did it.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

No brainer on this one. Jason/Salim, cuz I remember sitting down with my partner and having this lengthy conversation, being like this is fucked up and I don't know how it'll ever work. Now I'm writing domestic suburban AUs where they're gonna get married and have kids.

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Y'all making me feeling green here, lmao here: home with you

"I have a suggestion," Salim ventured carefully. Jason stopped fidgeting and gave him his full attention. "You could come with me...to my home. It has been a long night and you look like you need to rest." Jason looked back into the shepherd's hut where he abandoned his backpack and broken radio. As far as Top Brass was concerned, he was a dead man. Lord knows, he should be. There was no way he was going to walk away clean from that. How was he going to explain himself? The deaths of his squadmates and superiors were on his hands. He'd be marching into a court martial and dishonorable discharge. Maybe it was exhaustion that had him seriously considering Salim's offer. He needed to rest, like Salim said, and then he'll figure out what to do from there. "Sure," he responded in defeat. "Why not." *** Jason and Salim are the sole survivors after a hellish night. Feeling like he has no other options, Jason agrees to go home with Salim and things get more complicated from there.

#manny answers #i haven't been in a fandom in several years #so all my answers are gonna be about hoa #lmao

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

tumblr glitched and spared you all the most heated rant of my entire hoa fandom tenure

#idek what happened i answered the ask & hit post but it completely deleted LOL #I’m not gonna bother to reanswer anon’s ask so I’ll give you the abridged version: #i would not feel the need to post so much about season 3 of hoa if people would stop being such virulent haters #and hold this season to an entirely different standard than the other two #like it genuinely makes no sense #i cannot stress enough that you can like s3 the least #that’s your prerogative #but to be so LOUD and so WRONG #ALL THE TIME??? #makes me genuinely mental #SEASON 2 IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE SEASON #but season 3 needs love and so it’s been 11 years of me giving her love #anyway i guess i just gave you a take version of my rant #and @ anon: fuck you LOL leave me alone once and for all #i love having discussions and deep dives tho please do not think I’m @ing anyone on here you guys are chill and smart #and make good points and do great work and i love you #but if you’re a genuine s3 hater please fuck off to someone else’s blog i BEG #AND if you’re the anon who refuses to leave me in peace? i hope your pillow is warm on both sides #tess rambles

[coco-loco-nut]

We Can’t Be Friends

Pairing: George Russel x Reader

Summary: George’s girlfriend, a former child actor, is not well liked by the public

TW: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, implied child exploitation

A/n: going off of the more popular interpretation of the song (ari vs the public)

requests open!🫶 masterlist

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You just finished filming a short interview in a docuseries with some of your former colleagues, those who fell into the same trap and downfall as you did. You prefer not to air everything out, but you knew your statement would support the others.

The industry basically forced you into a drug and alcohol addiction, one that you thankfully beat, but you went from someone who was once loved to someone hated, just from how the media spun your name.

You met George at a hospital event -you now work as a biochemist and bioengineer- and he immediately recognized his childhood crush. You dated for a year before feeling strong enough to go public, but ever since he posted a very cute picture of you, the hate has started again.

“I’ll make a statement asking them to leave you alone,” George offers but you shake your head no. He hates seeing you upset, but both of you didn’t expect the backlash on you.

“They won’t understand, they could never even try. They will never know what it was like to grow up like that, even the docuseries won’t help,” you start to dismiss the thought.

“We can’t do nothing,” he tries to reason, wanting to protect you.

“I don’t want to tiptoe around the public, but I don’t want to hide, either way I’m feeding this fire,” you groan, running your hand through your hair as you pace the room. You had to call off of work today, the entrance to your townhome being blocked by paparazzi.

“The story is gonna die, and we’ll be alright,” George stands up and pulls you into a hug. In your mind you picture the public liking you again, waiting for their love again.

A few days later, George drags you out of the house for lunch, you had only been leaving for work. The two of you step out, a reporter immediately coming up to you. You ignore the first few, sitting in your silence.

“It’s just me and you, Baby girl,” George whispers to you, supporting you however you choose to respond.

“Y/n, is it true that you have been in and out of rehab for the past year? You are in and out of hospitals,” one reporter, who always hounds you, asks causing you to whirl around. You don’t want to argue, but you don’t want to bite, so you choose a confusing answer.

“You’ve got me misunderstood, but at least I look this good,” you smirk, watching their face scrunch in confusion, gripping their paper and pen, before continuing your walk.

The next day a clip of one of your short interviews drops, taken while you were in college, as a trailer for the docuseries release the following week.

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I don’t like how this industry painted me, but I’m still here hanging, just not what they made me. It’s almost like a daydream sometimes, finally leaving that world. I feel so seen, I am everything that I defined myself as, not all that the industry made me be. My truth and I may always sit in silence, but one day I hope I am brave enough to say it out loud. For now, it’s only me on the road after recovery, but maybe that’s all I need.

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buzzfeed.com/uk

A list of every child actor we need to apologize to after watching “Drugged: The Truth Behind the Lives of Child Actors”

1. Y/n Y/l/n

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“Are you sure you want to go out there?” George asks, looking at the crowds of journalists. You nod, tired of being silent and waiting for things to be better, not caring about feeding the fire anymore.

“Let’s go,” you release a shaky breath, stepping out behind your boyfriend as he walks you to work.

“Y/n! Anything to comment regarding the documentary that’s been released and the allegations made by your former colleagues?” A journalist asks, the rest hoarding, pens at the ready.

“Actually, I do. You owe us an apology. Villainizing children who needed someone like you to expose how awful our working conditions were, that’s sick and cruel. You wrote lies about us, and instead of apologizing, you want to ask us for statements and exploit our names more? You’re sick. We can’t be friends,” you chem them out before continuing on your way to work. A part of you will always wait for their love, but you are tired of waiting for them to like you.

“You’re a badass. I hope they will see you are the biochemist and bioengineer, not the child actor. You’ve come so far and I’m so proud,” George says once your breathing steadies from the adrenaline.

“Thank you, Georgie,” a small part of you wants to flip them off behind you, just like you would’ve done ten years ago, but you don’t, finally moving forward.

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #george russell #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #george russel imagines #ariana grande

[108garys]

Medicine

So for the first of the randomized smg crossover ships(If you don't count smoke as the retroactive first) I've written something involving Ellis van Huytan/Jefferson Bragg(there's a little Ellis/Bradshaw in there too)

I suppose it sort of sets the tone that not all these name spinner results are gonna be cute and fluffy and given that this is set in blackwoods sanatorium I'd say it's as far from that as it can be

Also there were parts that I took some in-game stuff from hoa and mashed it in there so I hope that works(I once again finished this off on little sleep because apparently that's when my brain figures stuff out so there's probably mistakes I didn't catch that I'll fix up when I'm more awake)

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @ivycross @lonnitamongus @devilinlittlehope @eddie-brii @oblivious-troll @ctrvpani @blubary @myscprin @tatjana-fantasy @ultrabananapudding

(Iraq 1948)

The sun shone so brightly that it momentarily blinded him, the painful rays alien after so long in the dark. Ellis couldn't believe he'd been underground for over a year! As his eyes adjusted he was met with the lovely sight of lady Bradshaw; she was understandably disheveled after the close scrape they'd just survived escaping the temple but as always she had a confidence that made her beautiful regardless of her physical condition.

"We did it Agnes!" he drew her into a hug, "I can't wait to share these secrets with the world!" She looks up at him with her pale blue eyes smiling sweetly before grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. She was a little old for him, Ellis knew that but still… He felt there was something between them. He bent down, lost in the moment as her lips pressed against his. As they parted she moved to whisper in his ear and his whole body turned to ice…

"I don't care about the world, Ellis." he felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck, stepping back, heart beating frantically. "A-Agnes…?" she grinned ear to ear. Literally. Her face warping, twisting into something inhuman. He stumbled back as she grew taller than him, wings blocking out the sun. The ground cracks and crumbles beneath his feet. His screams are cut off as he goes tumbling back to hell…

He lands with a wet thud, surrounded by blood he tries to sit up but something grabs him. Panic sets in as the rest of the expedition crawls out of the blood calling him a traitor, their corpses ripping and biting his flesh. He begs them to stop as his intestines are torn from him, for forgiveness as he's pulled limb from limb and for an end as his heart is ripped from his chest-

--

(Canada 1952)

Ellis wakes in his room with a start, clutching his chest bolt upright. drenched in sweat, he looks around as he begins to calm… His room is the same as its always been, small, two beds, two tables, bars on the window and a door that only locks from the outside. He gets out of bed stretching as right on time Abe drops in with his breakfast.

"Hey hey champ, dreams bothering you again?" the orderly sets the tray down and looks up at him, Ellis has at least a foot of height on him… Maybe more? He sits down, to eat. He was vaguely aware that better food existed but he had no recollection of ever tasting something not brought to him on one of the sanatorium's trays. Abe takes a seat next to him looking expectantly for an answer…

"I was somewhere sunny…" Ellis looks out the window at the snow covered mountains. "We could all use a little bit of that," Abe adjusts his glasses as Ellis tries to remember… "There was a woman…" he really did try, "She was beautiful and she-"

"Woah, hold your horses," Abe put his hands out, a joking look on his face, "You remember our talk about private dreams?" Ellis took another bite of his sandwich, thinking about it… "That it's between me and Mr Bragg." he nodded happy that he remembered, Abe laughed lightly smacking his shoulder… "Well what about bat dreams? You we're screaming bloody murder." He smiled like he was discussing the weather.

"The woman turned into a bat… I think?"

Ellis reluctantly took his medicine after he finished his breakfast, Abe wouldn't leave him be until he did. "Bragg will want to hear all about it I'm sure," Ellis couldn't help smiling hearing that. Mr Bragg is so kind to him… He didn't know where he would be if the man hadn't taken him in, his memories of before were… Fuzzy. Abe left him alone and he lay down again, he always felt so exhausted after his morning medicine… The ceiling was floating away from him, his eyes felt heavy. He turned to look at the other bed… Didn't he have a roommate?

He rolled over- wait? …Wasn't he already facing the other bed? He rubbed his face as he sat up. he jumped at the sight of Mr Bragg sitting on his bed… When did he come in!? Ellis's head hurt trying to make sense of it. The old man looked at him, gentle blue eyes staring through him behind his round glasses… Something tugged at the back of his mind that told him he was in danger… But that didn't make sense, Mr Bragg had been nothing but good to him…

"How are you feeling today, Ellis?" He smiled, clipboard in hand. "Good." Ellis responded, he wanted Mr Bragg to see he was getting better… "I'm happy to hear that," Ellis fidgeted with his hands in his lap, looking back as Mr Bragg continued. "You were troubled by night terrors again?"

"A woman turned into a giant bat and then I was drowning in blood…" he felt uncomfortable trying to remember. "The dead tore at me like wild animals and… I feel like I knew them but I can't remember what they looked like or who they were…" He had forgotten a lot but not being able to identify the vengeful dead was the most disconcerting. He couldn't even tell if they were real people or something his mind made up to torment him.

"Your time as a soldier still weighs heavily on you." The older man said sympathetically as his pen scratched away at his clipboard. That's one of the few things Ellis knew for certain about his past, he'd fought in the war and his experiences had infected his brain like a disease, his illness locked away his memories. He looked down at his hands, it took him a moment to recall why his knuckles were bruised. "Is Joe mad at me?" He asked after his roommate, he couldn't really follow the order of events but he knew it started with a bat flying past the window and ended with both in the infirmary. "I'll have to ask when he's awake." Mr Bragg brushes off the severity of the man's condition moving things along. Ellis awkwardly asks the question that's been in burning in the back of his mind since he woke up. "Why bats?" he knew the man didn't have an answer, he'd asked before and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember anything significant from before that had involved bats. He looked at Mr Bragg desperately hoping for a different answer this time.

"I don't know but I'm sure we can unlock those answers together." he responds optimistically, getting up and leading Ellis out of the room. Ellis walked behind the older man through a hallway with bright lights that flicker just enough to give him a headache, that strange feeling tugged at the back of his mind again as they made their way through the sanatorium, he pushed back on the sense of unease, getting better was bound to come with a level of discomfort…

Despite his best efforts he was on edge as he sat down in the chair. A nurse strapped him in, gently reassuring him that it's for his own good. He flexed his fingers, looking at his bruised hands before turning to look as Mr Bragg touched his shoulder, his hand slid down Ellis's arm as he walked around him. Holding his hand as he took a seat in front of him, he looked into Ellis's eyes reassuringly. "I'm with you every step of the way."

Ellis's body tensed as a clicking sounded from the equipment the nurse was setting up, his grip on the old man's hand tightened as he felt a familiar sharp sensation. A black substance moved steadily through his blood stream. His vision becoming hazy, Mr Bragg remained in focus as the dim room melted away, his words not making any sense as he too faded away…

"…Monitor the subject's heart rate carefully, Victoria, we can't afford anymore mistakes…"

-- (???)

[The bones of this temple are drenched in blood]

Ellis fights for breath as his pulse races, the dead hold him down as he struggles to free himself!

Blood fills his lungs as he's submerged in the darkness…

[We have set foot on an uncharted shore and roused something ancient and wicked]

He walks numbly through the halls, a light flickers above his hands drip red onto the tiled floor…

[A blasphemy that comes in indescribable shapes and forms]

He hears a familiar voice, a man speaks to him as he writes, harsh lights obscure his features

"…some have reported odd visual effects…we have attempted to secure additional samples of the black saliva present on the maw of the creature… I and others who smelt the substance have experienced heart palpitations and a heightened sense of fear…analysis of blood sample shows high density of adrenaline… Does the organism feed on fear?"

[For eons we've lived as children in this world]

An unholy shriek tore through the air-

He tried to be quiet, to be hidden. "are you feeling alright?" The man crouched down to look at him, his eyes filled with concern, didn't he understand they had to be quiet!?

…Why couldn't he just-

[Unaware of the horrors that slumber beneath our feet]

…Forgive me… I have sabotaged my colleagues… Lady Bradshaw was right to bring me here… There are secrets here that could allow humanity to reach across the stars. Perhaps even achieve immortality itself… Please…. do not think badly of me for what I have done. I only serve the future…

[Now we have blindly thrown open the gates to madness]

"I don't care about the world, Ellis."

-- (Canada 1950s?)

Ellis caught his breath as he came back to himself, his heart rate slowing down. He felt like he didn't fit himself, just a centimetre out of frame… His mind was blank as he looked around the brightly lit room for any sense of familiarity, feeling relief at the sight of an old man in round glasses. His mind put together that he's in the infirmary, Mr Bragg was monitoring his condition, scratching away at his clipboard. He was so kind to Ellis, he cared about him and wanted him to get better and Ellis was grateful…

#Midcentury supermassive #the dark pictures anthology #house of ashes #the inpatient #Until dawn #<sort of #oneshot #crossover fic #Ellis van Huytan #jefferson bragg #Agnes Bradshaw #Lady Bradshaw #joe roberts #<hint that another one of these will involve MoM's Joe in this location

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

something else to say about House of Anubis’ Season 3 + Touchstone of Ra

something i never liked about s3 was their choice to make Victor into a sinner. the thing about Victor is that while he’s greedy— he’s not evil. he does care about the well-being of the kids when it comes to life and death. he was afraid of Alfie dying in S1, afraid for all of them in S2 after Alfie was plunged into nothingness.

but then in S3B, when he’s made a sinner it’s just pure evil no-conscience Victor and it sucks. he’s not the same Victor we know— and i know that’s the whole point. im not gonna lie, seeing Patricia, Fabian, and Alfie become sinners was fun because it was like the longest running remaining Sibuna members got taken and now the two newbies are left. though again, i still liked it because S3 started with an Eddie and KT partnership and it ended that same way, with them together fighting as a duo.

but i would’ve been much happier if Victor hadn’t been taken as a sinner, make someone else like Benji or whoever instead.

why? lets gets into Touchstone of Ra real quick. the thing about that movie is that Victor— for the first time in HOA history is on Sibuna’s side. and not at the end, from like the middle of the movie. it makes it much more interesting because the dynamic changes, we could’ve seen Victor reacting to how they work and asking “These are the kids that pull one over on me time and time again?” as well as recognizing the potential in them, like Fabian with the hieroglyphs and everything.

instead, the movie is rushed and we get three newbies that are- in my opinion- seriously some of the laziest add-in’s of all time. the weird guy that’s kinda gross to add in that comedic effect, the smart asian girl, the vapid blonde with money and clothes. they really didn’t pull any brain muscles on them, huh?

i assume the whole point of them, and Eddie ‘initiating’ them as Sibuna recruits for the next year was their attempt at a possible sequel series somehow. and it clearly failed. but it’s still not even that fun, because a lot of the movie brings in these new kids while instead we could’ve had Jerome and Joy involved in the final mystery seeing as they were big parts of the first two. especially because we added in Mara at the last second. and then it’s just another new awkward dynamic trying to catch her up to speed as well as having Fabian be in a weird intellectual rivalry with her when she shows him up and i get it, Fabian’s used to being the brains of the operation and in comes the girl who beat him for valedictorian and she’s got a lot of answers so yeah, it’s a bit envious of him. could you blame him?

i resonate with Mara sometimes but rewatching the entire show, the girl keeps doing messed up stuff every season (well S2 isn’t terrible) but she messed with Mick during the goth girl phase, almost got a teacher fired because she was jealous, the entire Jerome revenge in S3 (while i sympathized with the first bits, the fake-love-Joy-thing was low for her) and then here you have the movie, she’s the newest member whom they never even fully indicted (even the babies get a quickie initiation ritual from Eddie).

so i guess this is to say that Mara got gradually worse (s2 didnt do much so she gets a pass there)

but oh yeah, the Victor thing. i would’ve MUCH preferred it if Victor had ended up helping Sibuna in idk mid-S3B. like he figured out that ritual went wrong, Robert’s evil, shit’s fucked. and he realizes what he’s planning on doing, releasing Ammut. so, he accidentally finds himself aligned with the kids. it would’ve been so nice to see

@frobisher-smythe @mask-of-anubis @yackers @sibxna @joymercerssecretgf @sibunaaanubis @incorrectsibunaquotes

#any thoughts on the matter? added ‘em in #house of anubis #eddie miller #sibuna #alfie lewis #jerome clarke #joy mercer #mara jaffray #victor rodenmaar jr

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Congratulations on buying a new home!!!!! So excited for you. What are some things you wish you knew or found out on your own during the buying process?

ok i meant to answer this earlier but y'know HOUSE LIFE BE KINDA HHHHHHHHHHH U KNOW???

i've learned a LOT throughout this process so yeah i can give some gen advice i think

do NOT attempt to put down a down payment or settle for a mortgage that you can't actually afford. Ideally, your rent/mortgage should be about 1/4th of your income and no more. I'm only able to achieve this bc i live with my partner and we split expenses

look at a LOT of houses. like, even the ones you aren't sure of. you'll be driving around a lot but if you're gonna buy a home, you better be damn sure you like it and don't settle for something that doesn't feel right.

unexpected expenses WILL come up and you'll need to account for those within your budget. if shit breaks, its on you to fix it. water heaters and HVAC systems are very expensive, so you wanna be damn sure they're working properly and have been serviced recently

on that note, ALWAYS HIRE A WELL REVIEWED HOME INSPECTOR, DO NOT SKIP THIS!!! make sure its someone who is planning on being in the home at least 2+ hours to review everything, take photo evidence of any issues, etc. walk around with the inspector and ask questions. they should inspect all wall outlets, fuse box, gutters, roof, water pressure and hot/cold water in all faucets, that the heating and a/c works, any water damage or leaks on the ceilings, etc. you're paying them to pinpoint shit that may come back to bite you in the a$$ if you've gotta fix or replace it

always check ceilings and corners for water damage or bulging bc that shit's expensive to fix and could cause mold which can be very dangerous

see what appliances come with the home. the prev owners left all their stuff (washer/dryer, fridge, oven, dishwasher, shower heads, ceiling fans and lights, fixtures, etc) but you may have to budget for buying new appliances

don't get hung up on the small stuff like scuffs on the walls or ugly door knobs. you can always paint over it and small stuff can be replaced. focus on the big picture and if you can see yourself living there with your own furniture and decorations

if you have an HOA, double check what all they're responsible for and judge whether or not the $$ fee is worth what they do. we ran into some over $300 a month and all they did was collect trash. biggest fuckin scam

drive around the area you're looking in to see where grocery stores, malls, hardware stores, general stores, restaurants are. if you find a great place but it's in a food desert and you gotta drive half an hour to get groceries, it might not be a good fit

invest in some tools if you dont have em already. hammers, stud finder, wrenches, pliers, nails, screws, allen wrenches, flashlights, etc. you'll be needing them.

on that note, FB MARKETPLACE AND LOCAL BUY NOTHING/BUY AND SELL GROUPS ARE YOUR BEST FRIENDS!!! you can find sooooo much stuff that's good or next to new for a lot cheaper than brand new at the store. we got two ladders for like $50 when one ladder alone would've cost like $70.

you'll be signing documents. a lot. like, hundreds of pages of stuff. make time to actually read through it. this isn't some TOS page that you blindly accept. this is your fucking house so you better know exactly what you're agreeing to if you're paying $200,000+ for it. if you have a lawyer friend or someone knowledgeable about contracts, ask if they can review things before signing

ummmmm there's def more i can add to this but i think this is a good start!

#house hunting #trashy answers

[dragonmuse]

Somehow in my head I had Eddy and Izzy out in rural nowhere rather than suburbia in YAILY… and now that I got set straight, the idea of them in suburbia is cracking me up.

Could we have them dealing with an HOA?

(HOKAY SO! I think they actually live in the kind of area I do, where it borders between suburbia and rural. I live in a fairly crowded neighborhood, but if you drive a few miles more north, you get these really gorgeous properties where a single, not even particularly large house, will sit on a lot of land. I picture their house as older, like maybe late 19th century kind of farmhouse. Flint and Thomas' house is a little more recent, probably both were originally the same farm before it got sold and split up.

HOAs aren't really a thing where I am unless you live in a gated community or a condo complex as hysterical as that would be to see happen.

But! I bet they do deal with neighbors, who don't have the same appreciation for Eddy's garden which isn't tidy and has bits that run really wild. )

Izzy answered the door after the second series of rapid knocks to a tiny blue-haired lady,

"Yes?"

"My name is Miss Tandy, Mr. Teach and I live-"

"Hands," he corrected. "Mx. Teach is out, if you're looking for her."

"I-no," she huffed. "It's the name on your mailbox."

"Yeah," Izzy stared at her. He'd painted it himself. "I know."

"Well. I just wanted to let you know that it's very careless to leave those tall grasses to run wild. It encourages deer ticks and other sorts of animals to take shelter. I've had a groundhog problem here for you years-"

"I don't do the garden," he bit off. "You want to take it up with them, you can. Good luck to you."

"You live here don't you?" She frowned. "I see your car."

"Yeah."

"And you're her...."

"Partner," Izzy supplied. This is early days still, so there's a word now, but not the one they'll be eventually.

"I see," Miss Tandy said like someone who didn't see at all. "Can't you speak with her about it?"

"I can," Izzy agreed. "But I won't."

"Why not?" She glared at him.

"You live what? Half a mile down the road? What do you care what happens this far down? You just wanted a chance to come over here. I've seen you lurking around."

"I do not lurk! I go for walks!"

"Aces for you lady, get the hell off my stoop," Izzy took a step back and slammed the door in her face.

"I know someone on the town board!" She yelled through the door.

Izzy rolled his eyes and went back to laying tile in the kitchen.

Four days later, Eddy stomped in from outside,

"I just met your new friend."

"Oh yeah?" Izzy tightened a screw, then took a step back to check the hang of the cabinet door.

"She's a fucking piece of work, huh?"

"Yep."

"I'm not cutting back the grass. Why grow it if you're not going to let it do it's thing?"

"Dunno."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Uh huh." Izzy stepped forward and tightened the screw again. "She's just a bitter old lady, wouldn't worry about it."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

The ticket from the village arrived just a few days after that.

"$330 for property neglect?" Eddy's voice dropped into a low growl. "I'm going to destroy her."

Izzy sighed, "Yeah? How? Cause if you like it here, I don't think the old ways are gonna cut it."

"I'm going to the court, obviously," she hissed. "I'm getting a lawyer."

"We have $330," he pointed out, not because he thought it matter just because someone had to say it.

"My garden is not neglect."

"Yeah, I know," he said as softly as he knew how. If anything, it was probably the most attention Eddy had ever paid to something outside of their work. Sure it was haphazard and half-wild, but it was also beautiful and the fruits of many hours of her labor.

"Okay then."

Izzy made a few phone calls after that. Got a copy of the local rules they were apparently breaking and made a few notes. Normally he hated court, hated anything that smacked of the judicial system, but when they turned up at the village town hall, it was hard to work up much of a lather. The court was a single shabby room with folding chairs. The judge looked sleepy as he heard cases fairly similar to theirs. Work done without a permit, downed trees, and parking violations. It was about as far from a criminal court as you could get and still be related.

"I see you've had a run in with Miss Tandy," the judge said with a slight smile as Eddy and Izzy stood before him. "The village inspector did find some overgrowth."

"None of it was invasive species or poison ivy," Eddy kept their body language loose and the matched the judge's faint amusement. She was excellent at mirroring. Izzy just glowered beside her. "If the inspector had asked, I would've told him it was all local wild grasses."

"I see. Do you have photos of the area? I see they neglected to include them in the report."

Eddy handed them over, glossy shots that Izzy had taken for just such a moment.

"It's entirely on our property," Eddy informed him. "Which we're allowed to cultivate as much as we'd like as far as I'm aware."

"You are," the judge agreed, looking through the photos. "These look particularly healthy. One gardener to another, you do need to trim them back at the end of the season, they'll grow back better next year if you do."

"Oh," Eddy considered that. "All right, I'll keep that in mind."

"I can see where the confusion might've come in, but you've got village rules to rights. There's nothing here that we would count as neglect, considering the rest of the lawn is trimmed. So I'm dismissing the ticket. However, another word of advice?"

"Yes?" Eddy waited, eyes wary.

"Make friends with her, huh? She's lonely."

Eddy frowned, "I'll take that under advisement."

Izzy highly doubted that.

Miss Tandy didn't try the courts again, but she did go on her nosy little walks almost every day. Eddy settled into ignoring her and Izzy would watch from the window sometimes. It was irritating to have that bit of grit in the boot after they'd spent so much time trying to clear all that out.

So one night, when all was very quiet and the moon shrouded in clouds, Izzy slipped outside. He did his work in silence. And he was good at it.

A few days later, Miss Tandy went for her walk, but came up their driveway instead of turning right around at the dead end. Eddy's rose out of the flower bed with care.

"Here," Miss Tandy held out a pie tin. "Picked too many blueberries this year, can hardly keep up with the things."

"Uh, thank you?" Eddy took it warily.

"And thank your...partner. For me." She said stiffly, then turned on her heels and marched away.

Eddy turned to the kitchen window, a question on her face. Izzy shrugged and went back to the dishes. Of course she came inside and set the pie plate down.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

"I took care of the groundhogs," he admitted. "Tranqued and relocated them to a field too far away from them to come home again. Left her note saying I got a friend in pest control who did it."

"Iz," Eddy laughed. "You didn't."

"I did," he had to laugh with her. "She's just an old lady, you know?"

"Yeah," Eddy uncovered the pie. "You definitely shouldn't eat this."

"Yeah, no shit. Enjoy though."

Food from a stranger who had recently taken them to court would never have crossed their lips just a year or so ago. But things had changed and she really was just a little old lady. Izzy had checked. So Eddy ate the pie. After that, Miss Tandy would sometimes stop in the drive and they'd make small talk about the garden. At the end of the summer, Eddy even gave her a basket of squash.

Years later, Thomas would ask through the trees,

"How'd you get her to stop glaring?"

"Eh," Izzy said casually, "she's just lonely. Eddy can charm the wings off a fly. It worked out."

"Huh," Thomas watched Eddy and Miss Tandy chat. "She tried to sue us for paving our driveway."

"She needs help with the snow in the winter," Izzy offered. "Just shovel her out once, you'll be golden. Spare me from doing it every time."

"I can do that. Or Flint can," Thomas grinned. "Thanks."

"Sure."

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #you're awful i love you

[sunshinediaz]

i’m laughing @ me sending this bc i’m the point where i feel like i KNOW what your answers will be but:

🤡😈😬

heheheh

you know what britt... i'm gonna surprise you <3

🤡 what's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

from eddie vs the hoa because i love you and i know you'll laugh

The noise comes again, louder and more insistent. “I know you’re in there,” comes a vaguely familiar voice. “Come out now with your hands up.”  “You son of a bitch.”  “I’m a son of a bitch? You’re a son of a bitch.” Eddie shakes his head. “We’re in this together, man.”  “We most certainly are not.”  “Fuck you. Let’s go.”  Buck sighs, resigned, but he follows Eddie out of the room and toward the backdoor.

😈 has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

yeah <3 i love foreshadowing so much and in almost all of my fics, you'll see that. it's so fun to trick people into thinking they know what's about to happen, and while they're usually right, they don't know how it's going to happen and that. that is so fun for me.

😬 which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

LMAO okay so it's either mommie eddie or piss kink steddie just because those two are the hardest ones to explain lolol

writer asks, if you're feeling nosy <3

#talk #eddiediaztho #i better have surprised u britt i BETTER HAVE SURPRISED U

[glittergoats]

I agree largely with how you answered that last ask but in reading that part of sky I felt an eerie sense of “this isn’t gonna be dealt well within the fandom is it” and largely yeah I was right.

I think it’s an interesting story and it’s nice to have some of the more cat politics parts of the story back into the main plot without intervention from StarClan or something just them making their own decisions BUT. I agree on the point that my own personal opinions on what is being portrayed are just too complicated and deep for cat talk but it’s weird to see some people have the strangest takes on the thing because - it’s such a complex subject it feels so jarring that this is all about cats sometimes I swear

Oh yeah its been really strange because its so obvious this arc is being written with a lot more...political intention? Than previous arcs.

Obviously wc has always had themes of fascism and xenophobia and such but its always felt kind of ethereal and detached from our world. But like ASC is definitely taking notes from the real world political climate. I'm not am expert in British politics but I do know that much like the US, they're suuuuper weird about miscegenation and all that. Berryheart's language and her straight up HOA racism squad is so clearly meant to invoke that. Especially with her having a son who is in a relationship with a cat from another clan. So I would not be surprised if the Tigerstar thing is also meant to parallel real world interventionism and its challenges and consequences.

So like yeah it feels odd and I am weary that the Erins will flub this and/or the fandom won't be able to extrapolate the plot and its themes as well. But we're early on in the arc so I suppose we'll see. I have always wanted Warriors to focus on more political intrigue though maybe more in a regency way than a "left vs right but cats" way. Ah well.

#warrior cats #ask #i am really interested in where this will go #but it's really jarring #like im in an interracial relationship myself so some of the shit Berryheart says hits real close to home LOL

[chris-hartley]

Ooh yes yes hoa was also my favorite!!!!!! I think because to get spoiler-y it’s because the monsters were real. Also their twist origin was just so good! It reminded me the most of Until Dawn.

I’m so excited for the quarry!! I am also gut thinking werewolves but am also expecting something that might be more surprising like bigfoot. I still haven’t decided if I’m gonna watch the 30 minutes or not 😩😩😩

Also like i’ve heard of the original LiS games but didn’t know the sequels were like not a part of that main story. Hhfgvgg maybe I should actually play them!

My short blurb for oxenfree is its a short spooky indie that needs to played at least twice because it has a looping ending. The choices mostly affect relationships between characters but I am obsessed (sequel dropping this year theoretically?)

So fun fact, like a couple days after I answered your previous ask, I realized I forgot one. So I'm taking this moment here to talk about that AMAZING game: Tell Me Why

TELL ME WHY

So the people who made Life is Strange (Dontnod) got together with Microsoft to create this game released on the Xbox and PC (which is how I forgot about it because I personally don't own it since I have neither of those-- but I did play it with someone).

Basically the premise is amazing and I love it. It follows twins Tyler and Alyson who have to go back to their hometown in Alaska to sell their childhood home nearly a decade after their mom passed away under mysterious circumstances. They have to clean out the house, all the while trying to piece together what actually happened leading up to her death.

And along the lines of the LiS series, the twins have some kind of twin telepathy where they can talk through thoughts and share memories with one another which I thought was really cool because their memories weren't always the same and you got to pick which twin you wanted to believe to help shape that time they were sorting out.

One thing I will praise this game for 100% is their representation. The main character Tyler is trans and they casted a trans actor to voice him along with giving him creative liberties about the plot and lines where it needed tweaking. And in the flashbacks of when the twins were younger (pre-transition) they never deadnamed Tyler, rather opting for using "young Tyler" and "young Alyson" when they went back to show the night their mom died.

If you have the option to play it, I recommend it. They were giving it for free in 2021 during pride month, so who knows, maybe they'll do that again this year!

That's all!

#shut up mckenzie #asks #creeptistically #choice based games #tell me why #dontnod

[thic-cryptid]

Homebound 9

The rain got heavier the closer he got to home. Well, not home. Just the place where he’d grown up.

Izzy hadn’t had much to pack. He used to pride himself on “living small” but he hadn’t realized just how small his presence was until he saw how easily his life fit into the series of narrow liquor boxes he was using to move. He’d fixed a tarp over the truck bed to protect them, though he suspected they’d manage to get soggy by the time he arrived.

It would be just his luck.

The sack shifted on the seat next to him.

“You’re the reason I had to rent a truck,” he chided, focusing on the road ahead. “I could have shipped everything and rode the Harley back to mom’s. You know, shipping you would have cost me twice as much as the rental? That’s including the motorcycle trailer.”

Queen Anne did not answer him. Couldn’t even really hear him. Talking did help though.

“I bet Stede will shit himself when he sees you. If it wasn’t so fucking cold, I’d have you out on the porch to greet him.”

He wouldn’t. The neighbors would freak out and then there’d be a new city code and then he’d have to move. Again.

A sign with faded paint welcomed him back. It wasn’t as bad as he remembered, must have been painted since he’d escaped to the valley, a place even more brutal despite how woke all its residents pretended to be. At least here people were honest.

Izzy barely recognized the duplex he pulled up to. It had been two years since he and Ed had put up the money to buy their childhood home for their mothers. In that time, they’d transformed it from a dull slum to a vibrant house that stood out from its neighbors. There were no HOAs here, something that made Izzy almost nostalgic for small town life. Almost.

He eagerly hopped down from the driver's seat, muscles sore from sitting too long. Sleeping in the truck instead of finding a cheap model probably didn’t help. He had just gotten Queen Anne out when the two homeowners appeared on the porch. They hurried down the steps to meet him, Ed’s mother Kai calling a greeting while his own rushed to pull him into a hug.

“Let me get her,” his mother said,finally letting go after what felt like a full minute. “I’ve missed my grandchild!”

“She’s really heavy.”

“She’s gotten big,” Kai said, “I’ve seen the pictures. Ed’s gonna freak out.”

Once Queen Anne’s cage was reassembled, and the queen herself was comfortable inside, the three took a break for lunch. They were just sitting down when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, that must be Jack! He’s going to put a door in for us.” She explained, gesturing to a section of wall covered in lead pencil marks. “Do you mind getting that?”

“No problem,” Izzy replied, already up and headed toward the door. When they were young, he and Ed would visit each other through the shared basement. The basement doors had come with locks but eventually the families had stopped bothering to use them.

Izzy swung open the door, mind still clouded with nostalgia about sneaking over to Ed’s side of the duplex, to find a man with the ugliest mustache he’d ever seen.

The man’s crooked smile was familiar though Izzy couldn’t quite tell why until he opened his mouth, “Iz! I never thought I’d see you again!”

Jack - no, CJ, the asshole who’d tormented him throughout middle school- extended his arms as if he thought Izzy would want to hug him.

Izzy slammed the door in his face.

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#homeboundsmau #all button might be glitchy on mobile but works on browser #it works on my iOS but not my husbands android os

[frobisher-smythe]

does anyone know where eddie is from? I can’t remember it saying

#nina is from cleveland #kt pennsylvania #but what about eddie #I’m revising my fic and its important #if there is no answer #I’m gonna say hes from michigan bc its close to canada so accent explained and then all three of them in states near each other #house of anubis #mine #hoa #eddie miller

[mysticgoblinwriter]

Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas.  Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia.  “So, doll.  What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself.  “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago.  It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static.  Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip.  Sunset was a little ways off.  If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt.  Alive, yes.  But just how long had their souls been gone?  Someone was screaming.

A man.  You’d heard that scream before.  Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you.  Oozing blood and raw-red.  You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate.  Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station.  “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.”  Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling.  But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what.  A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention.  Another truck has pulled in.  Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free.  A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though.  And had hair in need of a washing.  Clunk.  The tank was full.  You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food.  You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp.  He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat?  I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something.  “You wanna meet me there?  I’ll buy dinner?”  You weigh the options.  You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must.  You nod once.  “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work.  Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile.  It even had the shiny red leather booths.  What a dream.  “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey.  I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back.  Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit.  Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up.  Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat.  You whip your head around.  No one was even in the dining area.  It sounded so real.  Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness.  You take a couple of deep breaths.  Try to remember your happy place.  Tahiti, its a magical place.  Or so you’ve been told  You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room.  The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash.  Boots thudded as they made way to where you were.  He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly.  He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning.  He nods to show he heard.  He’s sitting close.  Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again.  His hands are rough and calloused.  The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them.  Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details.  The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new.  He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see.  His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw.  His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away.  You’d never seen that shade of blue before.   He’d been watching you watching him.  Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over.  “Sorry about the wait.  Here’s your-”  Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those.  I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate”  “Okay, then.  I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?”  He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction.  “You’re starved.  I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal.  The steak plate is the biggest meal they have.  You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.”  You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.”  He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line.  Not an imperfection to be found anywhere.  A silence falls between the two of you.  You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky.  I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger.  I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.”  “Please tell me not library books.”  He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never.  Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.”  He looks at you more intently now.  “Really?  Same could be said about you.  When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights.  Ya running from something, sugar?”  He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No.  Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers.  She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up.  The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups.  You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container.  Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean.  You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you.  “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer?  I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.”  After a moments hesitation, you resume your position.  “What do you wanna talk about?  It can’t be the weather.  Its been dry as bones for weeks.”   He ponders for a moment, “You.”  He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.”  That shocks you.  “Life?  Aren’t we all running away in some form or another?  I just happened to take the mobile route.”  You shrug, “What do you want me to say?  It was all shitty so I left it behind.  And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.”  He is silent.  Just sits there and gazes at you.  You cock your head, getting impatient.  “Am I allowed to leave now?  Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife.  He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all.  I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy.  Always been the beacon of light.  I just wanted a slice of what he had.”  He looks up, his eyes are dead.  “She was willing, and I just... took her.  There on his desk.  He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.”  He chuckles darkly.  “That’d been the first time.  All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those.  But he does know about the time in the craft shed.  Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had.  I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about.  Steve caught us on the floor.  A big bunch of daffodils in hand.  Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.”  He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking.  “Said he had come by to take her to lunch.  That was always like Steve.  Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad.  He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him.  The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.”  Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention.  “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image.  Said that I need to leave or face the same.  I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.”  He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?”  He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes.  “She knew.  She knew  he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.”  Your puzzled expression makes him laugh.  “Don’t know many politicians, do you?  Good.  Keep it that way.  That day when the mail came I got a letter.  From her.  It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president.  But she couldn’t.  He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful.  And he did it.  He is a man of his word, after all.  He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?”  He winces.  You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James.  Wait.  No, no.  His name is Bucky.  He’s got a green  Chevy and blue eyes.  Or was it red?  It doesn’t matter anyway.  You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk.  The screams have stopped.  And the moon is bright.

#dark!reader x bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #mcu #marvel fic #bucky barnes x dark!reader #bucky barnes oneshot #dark!steve rogers #moongoblin marvel writes all by herself #bucky barnes x female reader

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

2. Nick being teased by his whole family that tickling isn't something yo be embarrassed about

(Bonus, Andrew or Jessie tickle him, teasing him about what his family says but he gets them back)

A Ticklish Dinner Conversation

It was a Saturday night, and Nick was having his friends Andrew and Jessi over for dinner. Of course, Andrew and Nick spent most of the time dribbling a basketball around Nick's room, whilst Jessi spent most of the time on Nick's bed scrolling through her phone. If anything, Jessi was the big sister of the friend group.

"Dinner time!", Nick's dad announced, the three kids scrambling to get the seat furthest away from Mr. Birch. Nick got their first, sitting on the opposite side of Leah at the end of the table. Andrew sat between Nick and Leah. Jessi sat on the other side of the table, which was, coincidentally, next to Judd.

"So", Nick's dad said, "How is your father Andrew?"

"Grumpy", Andrew responded, "He says there are no good tuna places around here".

"Did you tell him to just get sushi and peel of the rice?", Nick suggested.

"The only thing I will peel off", Judd said, "Is your skin".

Jessi's eyes drooped at him.

"Wow, Judd, getting a little violent tonight I see".

"I'm always violent".

Nick's dad shook his head, "I know. Your the violent one. You are so violent whilst Leah and Nicky are both so calm".

"Except for when Nick is tickled", Nick's mother said, "He can get pretty violent when he's tickled".

Nick blushed deeply and tried to avoid eye contact with his friends; who he could tell were smirking without him even looking.

"Mooooom, now is not the time", Nick said a little urgently.

Nick's mother laughed: "Oh please! It's just tickling".

"Yeah", his dad added, "Nothing to be embarrassed about there. I, for one, am rather ticklish myself. I have a really bad spot on my-"

"Okay, I'm leaving", Nick said, trying to sound assertive but just sounding quiet.

"Oh Nick, please don't tell me tickling is a sensitive subject for you", Leah said, before smirking at her own joke.

"No", Nick said, turning around, "It's not a sensitive subject. It's just that, uh, I'm not ticklish".

"Wo-hoa!", Jessi remarked, standing up, "Now that's one of the biggest, fattest, stinkiest lies I've ever heard".

"Yeah", Andrew said, "I agree with Jessi. Mostly".

"Wait, how do YOU guys know that?", Leah asked, intrigued to hear some silly story about her brother and his friends.

"No!", Nick urged, "Don't answer that".

"Oh, we'll tell the whooole story", Andrew said, enjoying how pissed it made Nick.

"Yeah", Jessi said, "We'll tell all of you how each of us found out about how ticklish Nick is, not sparing a single detail!"

Nick was getting so red, and even a little giggly, that he didn't have the energy to oppose.

“Me first!”, Andrew said enthusiastically, before reciting the tale...

It was Spring break, and Andrew and Nick were having a sleepover. Nick and Andrew had this recurring thing that whenever they had a sleepover, one of them jumped out of the closet and scared the other. On that day, it was Andrew’s turn to be scared, Nick jumping out and yelling ‘boo’ at him so abruptly that it almost made Andrew drop his towel. Nick burst into laughter.

“Oh, you think that's fucking funny?”

“You should have seen the look on your face!”, Nick remarked, still cracking up.

Andrew rolled his eyes and sighed, “I’m gonna go get changed”.

After Andrew has slipped his PJ’s on, he started plotting a way to get his best friend back. Sure, he scared Nick the last time, but it was just a little boo, not a full on clown attack. 

“That was very childish of you Nicholous”, Andrew said, walking up to his best buddy who was slipping his head through his pyjama shirt.

“Your the childish one! You screamed like a girl!”

“Hey, that’s sexist. And of the two of us, you are definitely the child”.

“Oh really”, Nick responded, “Is that a challenge? Because I know that you still sleep with a very special pillow”.

Andrew huffed, “Well your really short! I bet you could get mistaken for a little kid any time”.

“Could not!”

“Could too!”

“Could not!”

“Stop arguing baby Nicky, or the tickle monster might come!”, Andrew mocked, wiggling his fingers in Nick’s direction. Surprisingly however, Nick actually squeaked and jumped. Andrew stared at him for a second, and Nick blushed deeply.

“Nick, are you?”

“No, no I’m not, your a baby, I’m a big boy, end of discussion-ah!”

Andrew had poked Nick’s belly gently, making him jump and recoil.

“Haha! You are ticklish!”, Andrew remarked with glee, “Come here little Nicky...”

Nick screamed and ran, out of his door and down the stairs. 

Nick’s parents thought nothing of it as their boy ran across the front porch, followed closely by a chuckling Andrew. Andrew caught Nick in the front garden, picked him up and pushed him to the ground, reaching down to tickle his sides.

“No! Haha! Andrehehew!”

“No! Andrew!”, Andrew mocked, “Take it Nicholous!”.

“Oh God!”, he remarked, squirming around as Andrew found his ticklish ribs. “Oh gohohod that tickles! Ahaha!”

Andrew grinned deviously, “A little sensitive there Nicky?”

Nick tried to turn over to block Andrew’s hand. It worked; he squashed Andrew’s hand between his side and the grassy ground.

“Ow!”, he said, lifting his hand up, “Nick, why did you do that?”

Nick smiled, “You deserved it man, you were tickling me”.

“Oh come on, you would have done that too!”, Andrew said, “If you found out I was ticklish you would have tickled me, and I wouldn’t have squashed your hand like that!”

Nick raised his eyebrows, “Are you ticklish Andrew?”

“And that’s how it happened”, Andrew said, “I responded no, of course”.

Nick was blushing deep, but slightly managed to peep put, “That’s-that’s not what happened”.

Andrew chuckled, “Whatever”.

“Interesting story Andrew”, Nick’s mom said, “Very very cute”.

Andrew looked to Nick, who looked practically crimson at this point.

“Ok, my turn”, Jessi said.

Nick and Jessi were sitting alone under one of the school trees, as Andrew was sick that day. Jessi was talking about how things like Barbie enforced negative gender stereotypes, and every few seconds, Nick agreed with a nod. 

“Anyways”, Jessi concluded, “What toys did you play with as a child?”

Nick thought for a moment, “Well, I had a teddy bear and that was about it”/

“Really?”, Jessi said, “That's surprising, I thought your parents spoiled you”/

“Ohh, you asked what toys I played with, not what toys I owned”.

Jessi laughed, “What, you had a whole bunch of toys lying around that you did’nt play with”.

“Pretty much”. 

Jessi leanded over and poked Nick softly in the ribs.

“Hehe, careful, I’m ticklish”, Nick said, shifting away slightly.

Jessi raised her eyebrows, “Oh really?”

“Wait, no don’t”, Nick said urgently, shuffling away.

Jessi chuckled and reached over to tickle Nick’s torso. He fell backwards and collapsed in laughter.

“No, nohoh! Jehessi!”

Jessi smirked, “Hmmm, this is a sight isn’t it? I wonder where your worst ticklish spots are-”

“Haha! Tickles! Ahahaha!”

Nick was jerking around, back and fourth. Jessi tried to give the sides of his torso, right under his armpits, a little squeeze.

“Nahaha! Ahahaha!”

Jessi smiled, “Oh, that one does look pretty sensitive, but there’s got to be a spot that really makes you collapse. Everyone has one”.

Jessi looked down at his knees, “Perhaps here?”

She squeezed and tickled at his knees, making him burst into screamy laughter.

“NOHOHHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

Nick had tears forming in his eyes.

“Oh. I guess that's the spot”, Jessi concluded, lifting her hands.

Nick sat up, recovering. “You-you said that everyone had a spot right?”

Jessi tilted her head, “Huh?”

“A really bad tickle spot that makes them collapse. If everyone has one, what’s yours”.

“And that's the end of the story. I of course responded that I didn’t have one”. Jessi concluded.

“Tha-hats not what happened”, Nick chuckled nervously.

“Wow”, Leah said, “It seemed like in that story Nick actually wanted to be tickled”.

“WHAT?!”

“I mean, he told Jessi that he was ticklish, and he didn’t try to squish her hand like he did Andrew’s. Heck, I don’t even recall him asking you to stop Jessi”.

“Scroll up to check if that’s true”, Andrew quickly added, “Oh and don’t forget to reblog!”

Nick was still blushy and giggly.

“So, Nicky, do you like being tickled like your father does?”, Nick’s mom said, giving her husband’s knee a gentle squeeze.

“No-hohoho”, he giggled. 

“Oh come on, you totally do!”, Leah remarked, running around the table and lifting up her brother, making him scream.

“Put me down Leah!”

“As you wish”, Leah dropped Nick onto the couch and tickled him immediately. Nick squirmed and tossed and turned, not able to escape. It got even worse when Jessi and Andrew joined in, tickling his knees and tummy. 

Nick’s parents let that happen, sitting and clinking their glasses together. It was nice to see Nick and his sister and friends laughing and having a good time. 

Surprisingly, that was not the most embarrassing Birch family dinner to ever take place when friends were around.

#bigmouthtickle #ticklefic #ticklish!nick #big mouth tickle #big mouth tickle fic

[despairing-disaster]

ask game for veronika? :] and/or arturo HEH

YES!!! Gonna do em both so dw

Veronika

Favorite thing about them

Veronika does the same thing I have a habit of doing and that's just completely infodumping everything she knows about her interests, regardless of how socially inappropriate it may be, the second she is given an opportunity to. Honestly, she's just really relatable in that regard and considering this is something I'm extremely self-conscious about, it's really comforting to see characters who are kinda like me in that regard.

Least favorite thing about them

Honestly, I got nothing so far. She's one of my faves, what else can I say.

Favorite line

"Watching someone lose their sanity as they desperately claw towards an ever-dwindling hope for survival... It's so much better than any story I could've ever read."

I think it is a quote that's pretty telling, but also made so much better by the voice acting in that moment

brOTP

This might be a weird thing to say, but I actually think her and Ace could make a good duo. He's obviously scared shitless of... most things, but I could see Veronika trying to ease him out of his comfort zone and him getting a little less jumpy over time because of that

OTP

I get the impression you already know the answer to this, lol.

Man, idk what it was, but I feel like I and every other verturo shipper collectively saw her interaction with Arturo in episode 4 and was like "omg... what if they went on movie dates together" and ran with it. I do really feel like they have a nice dynamic though, what with her being so unrelenting in her high energy and Arturo having big tsundere potential.

nOTP

I feel like I've been saying this a lot, but I don't really have any.

Random headcanon

People joke about celebrating holidays too soon, but Veronika literally never puts away her Halloween decorations. You can go to her house in January and there will be giant fuzzy spider animatronics in her front yard wearing scarves and mittens (on all 8 legs, might I add). HOA doesn't find this nearly as entertaining as she does.

Unpopular opinion

I'm pretty sure I got an ask about this previously and I explained it before, but you can't convince me that she's going to kill someone. Or that she's the mastermind. Maybe if she lives past chapter 3, then we can start talking mastermind theories, but outside of that, I seriously don't think she's gonna kill anybody.

Song I associate with them

Living Dead Girl- Rob Zombie

It's literally just a fun Halloween song that kinda gives off Veronika vibes (although I probably could've chosen almost any Rob Zombie song for that)

Favorite picture of them

I honestly just think her expression in this sprite is really cute

Arturo

Favorite thing about them

Arturo is incredibly entertaining just because his ideals are so out-there to me. He was kind of hard to like at first, but honestly, he’s the kind of person I look at and think “I want to study you.”

Least favorite thing about them

His world view honestly makes him difficult to like and impossible to write. Have you tried writing fanfic from his POV? I did and I got about two paragraphs in before I realized what I was working with.

Favorite line

(in response to MonoTV) “On the contrary, I believe that there is a lot wrong with you”

Idk. Arturo really didn’t have a lot of lines that particularly stood out to me other than one particular rant about beautiful people that I’m too lazy to write out.

brOTP

Maybe this is a weird one, but after thinking about it a bit, I could kinda see him being friends with Whit. It’d certainly be amusing to see Whit pestering him, at the very least.

OTP

See response for Veronika.

nOTP

To contrast with Veronika, outside of her, I can’t really see myself shipping him with anyone, so I suppose most Arturo ships would fall into this category for me.

Random headcanon

Outside of work, the way he normally dresses is very extra. He’s not necessarily an expert in haute couture, but his wardrobe is probably worth more than my liver on the black market.

Unpopular opinion

I’d let him do my top surgery. There’s no way he’d do it, but I’d let him.

Song I associate with them

Around the Fur- Deftones

A bit of an odd choice in a way, but I guess the best thing to say is that this song is sort of the inverse of Arturo, being a critique of beauty standards and celebrity culture. I’m still counting it as an association, though.

Favorite picture of them

This is literally my discord pfp right now.

#from the ask box #danganronpa despair time #veronika grebenshchikova #arturo giles

[adiwriting]

@litwitlady​ requested more Isobel, so here you go.

As always, prompts for this verse are open. Drop them in my inbox or message me. (gif by @darlingnotso​ <3 ) 

PSA: I’ve been struggling all week with how to continue writing Malex given my current emotions about the TB situation. And I realized that not creating anymore isn’t going to help anyone. What WILL help is putting money towards relief for Native Americans. So from this point forward, every time I post a fic, I am going to be donating $$ to the Navajo Nation COVID-19 Relief Fund and if you are willing and able, I invite you to do the same. 

Week 14: 

Michael is laying in bed with Alex, both of them just starting to wake up after a late night. Alex had performed at open mic night and then Maria had offered up a round of shots. One round of shots quickly became several and after an Uber home, they’d continued drinking over a very competitive game of strip poker, that Alex had lost spectacularly at. So when the puppies start barking incessantly from the other room, Michael can only groan. 

A moment later, the doorbell rings. 

“No,” he grumbles and Alex whines. Neither of them make a move to leave the bed when the doorbell rings again. 

Michael looks over at Alex expectantly, and Alex’s only response is to wave at his leg, helplessly. 

Michael snorts. “Interesting how you are so ready to pull the disability card when it comes to things like this, but when you’ve been on your feet for hours and I’m offering you a chair, it’s all, ‘I can do anything anyone else can do, twice. Three times on Saturday.” 

Alex continues to smile at him until Michael rolls his eyes and gets out of bed. The moment he vacates his spot, Bell jumps into bed and cuddles up next to Alex. 

“Traitor,” Michael tells her, with no real malice behind it. He’s glad to see that she’s getting more comfortable with them both every week that she’s here. 

He slips into last night's jeans, zipping them up but ignoring the button. Whoever is at the door can deal with it. He’s not planning on being in his clothes for long. 

“Bring me a coffee on your way back,” Alex tells him with the most adorable smile that he doesn’t even flip him off playfully like he normally would at such a request. Instead he kneels on the bed and leans over Bell to give him a kiss. 

The doorbell rings a third time and the puppies go crazy. 

“Alright, I hear you,” he says, standing back up and heading out the door. 

He rubs his eyes and he makes his way through the house. He peeks into the kitchen. The moment the puppies see him, they start jumping over each other, trying to hop the baby gate to get out, barking to get his attention. 

“Give me a minute,” he tells them as he reaches the door. 

The doorbell rings again and Michael curses as he opens it, annoyed to see Isobel on the other side. 

“You couldn’t just use your powers to unlock the door yourself?” he grumbles, confused at the grocery bags in her hand. He’s 100% sure he didn’t agree to her coming over today.

“Your neighbor’s watching and being super creepy. I got nervous,” she says. 

Michael looks over her shoulder and rolls his eyes when he realizes who she is talking about. 

“Asshole,” he explains before raising his hand with a fake smile. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Register!” Through his teeth, he adds, for Isobel’s enjoyment, “not a single one of her flowers are gonna bloom this year. She reported us to the HOA last week.” 

“Why?” Isobel asks, perfect mix of annoyed and confused. “Your guys house could be the cover of Better Homes and Gardens.”

Mrs. Register glares at him before heading back into her house, at which point he flips her off. 

“She claims our fence is too tall,” he says, stepping out of the way so she can come inside. 

“Was it?” she asks, heading for the kitchen. The dogs go crazy when they enter. Isobel greets them all, pulling treats out of her pocket for them. Determined as ever to buy their affections. 

“No,” he says offended. “You think I would install a fence that wasn’t the proper height? I told her I’d cut it down if she wanted to see all the queer sex we have in the backyard. She’s a homophobic bitch who’s pissed off that I moved in.”

“So you moved in!” she asks, squealing in delight so loudly that he rolls his eyes. 

“No,” he answers quickly to cover up his slip. He’s certainly been calling Alex’s place home for weeks now, but he doesn’t live here. Not yet. Not until Alex brings it up. It was his space first and Michael doesn’t want to intrude or push too hard or too fast. “You know what I mean,” he says, hoping she’ll drop it. 

Thankfully she does. She starts unpacking her bags and he leans against the counter to watch. Trying to figure out what it is that she thinks she’s doing. He’s well past the days where he needed Isobel to stock his fridge for him. 

“So you did your little weed-o-magic curse on her?” she asks. 

“Trust me, the woman deserves far worse, but it’s all Alex will let me do,” he complains, taking the eggs from her and putting them in the fridge. 

“Well luckily, my orgasms don’t depend on being in Alex’s good graces.” Michael makes a face. He doesn’t want to hear about his sister’s orgasms. “I’ll let the air out of her tires on the way out.” 

He smiles at that. After some of the hateful things the lady has said to Alex and him, it’s what she deserves. “You’re my favorite sibling,” he says. 

“I know.” She smiles at him, patting his cheek lovingly. 

He hears the creak of the bedroom door open down the hall and sighs. If Alex is up, his hopes of crawling back into bed are slowly fading. 

“Are you going to explain why you’re waking us up on a Sunday?” he asks as Alex appears at the baby gate, puppies yelping to get out. Alex opens the gate and moves to the back door to let the dogs outside. 

“Everyone else is gonna be here in an hour. I figured I’d help you get the house ready,” she says. 

“Ready for what exactly?” Alex asks, returning to the kitchen. He leans against the counter and Michael shuffles over so that he can lean against him. 

“We’re having family brunch here,” she says, like it’s no big deal. 

“What?” he asks, as if he misheard her. He heard her just fine, but he doesn’t accept. He did not agree to this. 

“Our Sunday family brunch,” she says, like that somehow constitutes an explanation. 

He looks over at Alex who mutters, “I better go find pants.” 

“Oh I don’t know Captain Manes, I think you look delicious,” she says batting her eyelashes in a way that Michael knows is teasing but he still steps in front of Alex to shield him from her view. 

“Stop flirting with my boyfriend and get your own,” Michael tells her. Alex’s hands find their way around his waist and Micheal leans into the touch. 

“You’re no fun,” she says, turning back to put the rest of the groceries away. 

“Iz, explain,” Michael tells her. 

“We’re having brunch.” She smiles at him without an ounce of remorse even though Michael knows that she knows exactly what she’s doing. 

Alex snorts. 

“Okay, now explain it like we are 5,” Michael says, fighting back an amused smile. He is not going to be happy about this, no matter how hilariously persistent she is. She’s a brat and he isn’t going to encourage her. She’s ruining his Sunday. 

“You said that, under no circumstances, were you leaving this house today,” she tells him, crossing her arms, daring him to challenge her on her interpretation of his words. 

He shakes his head as Alex whispers, “I told you to not to leave her a loophole to climb through.” 

Michael looks over his shoulder at Alex, who is fighting back a smile, clearly having already settled on amused instead of annoyed. 

“I hate you,” he says, rubbing his face in defeat. 

“I love you, too,” she says with a laugh. “Now button up your pants and go find a shirt that isn’t covered in last night’s sexual activities. 

“It happened one time,” Alex grumbles into his ear and Michael laughs. 

“You’re doing all of the cooking and the cleanup,” Michael tells her. 

Isobel shrugs. “Done.” 

“We’re going to go get ready,” Michael says, taking Alex’s hand and walking out of the kitchen. 

On the way out, Alex turns to her and says, “We aren’t making a habit of this.” 

Isobel raises her hand in a salute and says, “Whatever you say, Captain.” 

The challenge in both Alex and Isobel’s eyes has Michael groaning. Michael lets the puppies back in and then heads back to the bedroom with Alex. 

“You shouldn’t goad her,” Michael complains. “If you give her a challenge, she won’t back down. She doesn’t know how to lose.” 

“Babe, I’ve been to actual war. I think I can handle your sister,” he says. 

Michael shakes his head. No matter what Alex may have seen in Iraq, he’s never really had to combat Isobel in full on event planning mode. 

“I’ll be sure to say nice things at your funeral,” Michael jokes. 

Bell whimpers at them as they start pulling clothes out of the closet. 

“Sorry girl,” Michael tells her. “We won’t be spending the day with you.” 

Bell turns her head to look at Alex, expression hopeful, if that’s even possible for a dog. 

Alex shakes his head. Bell puts her head back on the pillow and shimmies until the blanket is covering all of her. 

“She’s got the right idea,” Michael says with a laugh, trading out his old jeans for a clean pair. 

“It’s not so bad.” Alex sits on the bed to get his prosthetic on. 

“Isobel’s brunches from hell aren’t so bad?” Michael says, eyes going wide in comedic shock. “Did Alex Manes just admit that he likes a party?” 

“It’s not a party, it’s a family brunch,” he argues. “It’s kind of nice. You know?” 

Michael does know. It’s the kind of thing neither of them had growing up. 

“I still get to be mad about the lack of morning sex though, right?” 

Alex laughs. “Always.” 

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