#that second one got long Wowzer

[cescalr]

1: give short descriptions of all your current WIPs; 7: what books have shaped the way you think about writing the most? why?

1; I actually can't do that, I've got 40 of the damn things :)))) this is fine. Um, okay. Short fire round of the ones I can currently recall;

marrige proposal ron/harry au, multiple time travel fics for teen wolf, one for the MCU and one for Merlin BBC. fleur/malia crossover fanfic. polyam based au fanfic for buffy circa s3. shield agent Stiles au. steo au in s5. claysmond soulmate fic. alternate sorting fic series year 2. spiderman ron total conversion AU. PlayerCharacter!Ron AU (Gamer!Fic like you used to see on FFN a lot.) Reading the books crossover fic, HP/Riordanverse/Supernatural. SPN/Buffy crossover fic, John = Xander's bio dad. Percy Rebels and Shit au co-written with viv. uhhhh others too- anyway-

7; hmm. i mean, likely the ones I read as a kid. you know, Harry Potter, Beast Quest, Chronicles of Narnia, His Dark Materials, The Graveyard Book, The Gift, Maximum Ride, Code Breakers, Books of Beginning, Riordan's works in the mythological revamping strain. hell, even My Sister the Vampire, Jinxed, The Mediator, and all that sort of thing, probably. Books I had to read for school, like The Last Samurai, and that one i keep forgetting the name of (Cosmic?) where the kid went to space and at the end of the book he was a little shorter than he'd been before he went up and it was like, something about his character arc being represented... i don't remember. I liked that one. But, I mean, I've read a lot of books. They all sort of blend together. Secret Garden was something I remember liking. But I don't know, I think... shaping the way I think of writing, I mean, that would require me to think of it in any particular way? I'm not a very - good writer in that my whole thing about is just... do it. Like, I just sit there and i type and words are on a page. I don't really think about it. It's kind of bad practise. I'm not very reflective as a rule, at least about fiction. Sure, there's probably more to the curtains being blue, but I don't always want to read into it, you know? Like, yeah, okay, maybe they represent, I don't know, a desire for freedom or something, but also maybe I just want to think the person who decorated the room thought they were pretty. And that thinking they were pretty isn't any deeper, doesn't have any philosophical roots - just a colour preference. I like symbolism and parallels and themes and all that. But it can get kind of exhausting sometimes when I just want to read a story. The way I look at it is this; anyone can take anything from any book, regardless of intention. Half the time, the author doesn't have to do anything in particular, and people will still ascribe it specific meaning. No two interpretations are exactly the same unless you're just regurgitating what someone else has said. There's nuance, always, in the individual approach. At the same time, there are correct and incorrect ways of interpreting a book. A book that clearly states 'murder is bad' and then shows that murder is bad by having murder happen and then consequences occur should not in any way somehow make someone come away with the interpretation that they should go around committing murder all day because it's great, actually. Sometimes, there is an objective wrong or right answer. I don't believe in subjective reality; I drop an apple, it falls to the ground, and for everyone else the same happens. So, in turn, there must also be objective truths. In that sense, writing has objectively right and objectively wrong methods of application. But I don't think about it very much. I said I'm not very philosophical, and it's true - once we get to this point, my brain sort of checks out of the conversation. So, back to less existential things; part of writing for me is the feeling. The writing of a book doesn't work for me if it doesn't Flow Right. I think I might've learned some bad habits from what I've read, because people in my degree keep telling me I have run on sentences. And that's true, I'll admit. I tend not to like shorter ones; they don't feel right. Too short. Stilted. Weird. I only like to apply them in certain circumstances; when I want people to feel that same weird. short. stiltedness. That i feel when I read them. Full stops make me pause. It's a stop. A comma, on the other hand, feels freer, like you're just taking a moment to digest and then carry on. But what do I know? I'm a student. Half the time, I don't even read the course books.

I'm not a very good student.

But yeah. I guess I took away what I liked and what I disliked. I like certain kinds of formatting. I like certain kinds of structure. I like certain kinds of perspective. I like certain kinds of plots, characters, dynamics. And I use those things while avoiding what I found I couldn't get behind. In a way, I guess, it all made me think of writing in a very much 'to each his own' kind of way. One man's trash is another man's treasure, and all that. I can say a book is objectively bad, and still perfectly enjoyable for what it is. Just because you like something doesn't mean it's of good quality. It just means you like it.

Speaking of which, I was one of the people who read twilight. I don't like it anymore, obviously. But there's still a large print copy of breaking dawn on my bookshelf. Everything you read is a part of your literary history. It all has a certain influence. You can thank Doctor Who for my fondness for time travel, you can thank My Sister the Vampire and Twilight (and Young Dracula and The Vampire Diaries and My Babysitter the Vampire, but those are shows) for my fondness for the vampire archetype. And you can thank Books of Beginning and Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia and His Dark Materials and Jinxed and The Mediator for my fondness for fantasy. And you can thank Beast Quest for my love of friendship dynamics and my annoyance at shipping every m/f pair of friends that ever cross the page everyone seems to do even when they're not like that. And they're kids. You can also thank most of these being about kids read by me, as a kid/pre-teen/teen growing up to want more stories about adults doing the world saving because, damn do these kids suck at making good decisions. Maybe we shouldn't be putting the fate of the world on the shoulders of people without fully developed brains. Probably actually the worst idea we've had so far. Keys to the Kingdom and Chronicles of Narnia, in a roundabout way, is probably why I've got a certain worldbuilding/series project on the backburner. Abrahamic stuff, man. It's everywhere.

I do occasionally do some original fiction, these days, as a result of my degree and wanting to test the waters. I haven't posted anything there yet, but once the blog's done, @cesca-creates will be where my worldbuilding and stuff I don't want to publish is stored.

Another thing, I guess, is that I think stories should be shared. Always, forever, and to everyone. Archival is very important. Nothing should ever be lost to something as simple as time, especially nowadays with all the technology we've got knocking around.

(Speaking of which, once my degree is over, I'll be posting all the stuff I've written for it online... somewhere. We'll see where. One or two pieces may be omitted because i might want to make actual books out of them. But we'll see.)

#ask game #thank you!!!! #that second one got long Wowzer

[bowtiesnmusicals]

Here is my recap of the John. Stamos. episode of the podcast.

Kevin said wow wow wow. Jenna said wow wow wowzer is all she can say. Kevin said you are welcome in advance. He said because Jenna is the most universally liked person she is able to sometimes pull guests that the rest of us are grateful for. 

Uncle Jesse himself John Stamos aka Dr. Carl. 

Kevin said because Dr. Carl is rehearsing for a tour they might have a surprise guest that pops in to say hey and he will never recover. Jenna said it’s too much for one heart. 

John said he misses Jenna and Kevin so much. He said he missed one of  them more then the other. Kevin and Jenna said they missed him. 

John said he is proud of Kevin. He is a proud friend. Kevin said that is so sweet. Jenna said true John form giving all the compliments. 

John asked Kevin if he is in a relationship. Kevin told him that he actually met his first boyfriend during Glee. 

John said he gave them one piece of advice when he started on the show, don’t fuck each other. Jenna and Kevin said it was too late. 

Kevin said John was very good at corralling everyone. John would tell them stories about his experiences. 

John started name dropping people that were his mentors like Jack Klugman, Gary Marshall, and Don Rickles. He said he was waiting as long as he could to have to pay it forward. He was like oh I am old and these guys are young. He said the start of his success was gradual and glee exploded.

He told Jenna he is proud of her too and congratulated her on the baby. Jenna congratulated John on his son as well. She said the last time she had seen him was before John’s son was born. She talked about John telling her about his wife Caitlin while Jenna was in Waitress. John said his wife did get to see Jenna while she was in waitress. 

John asked if Jenna and Kevin had stayed good buddies this whole time. Kevin said yeah they were on facetime the night before until 10 or 11 pm. They are obsessed with each other. Jenna said it’s nice to work with your friends and be with your friends. Just work with the people you like and trust and be kind. Kevin said you’ve done that to John. John said yeah when they don’t die on me, Saget.

Jenna said she remembers texting him when Bob Saget died and there is nothing you can say. She said there is nothing to say but they knew and understood. It’s really hard. 

John said if you can take anything away from Bob Saget it is just enjoy every moment because it goes by so fast. Tomorrow is never promised. Love who you love. Have children and get married. He never left anything on the table. He always said I love you, I miss you, I’m proud of you. I want to see you naked. He said they got dirty. Kevin said as they should. Jenna said Kevin and I dirty text all the time. Who doesn’t?

John said they weren’t working you guys to death quite yet in season 2. Kevin said no we were. He said he doesn’t know what happened between first season and second season the schedule got even crazier. He said you would have thought we would have gotten into a rhythm and figured out how to do this but we really didn’t yet. They added more songs every episode for season 2. Therefore there was more recording and more rehearsal which meant less time to do anything. He said John was there when it was cresting into time oblivion. He said John, consummate professional, just rolled with everything. John said it was frightening because right at that point Glee was becoming the biggest show in the world. He said he would rent dance studios and work all night to get his performances down for Glee. Kevin said its nice that it looked like because that’s not how it always felt. He said it was the inverse when Kristin Chenoweth came in because she got it after seeing it once and it took them three days to look like they even remotely got anything. He said he remembers John being so open about being nervous and wanting to run things again. Kevin said they were happy to run it as many times as he needed because they were just happy to hang out with John.

Kevin said John is so talented and so good at so many things. It was interesting for him to come in and differ to them about how do I keep up with you guys. Kevin said they were like you’ve got this already. You are so much better then the rest of us. John said no, no, no, I’m just older. 

John is writing a book. John had a deal with Warner Brothers. Ryan had a deal with Warner Brothers after doing popular. Ryan told John he had an idea about a show where he was a hooker and it was like Charlie’s Angels. He said looking back he should have taken the offer. Then years later Ryan came to him with an offer to do Nip/Tuck and John said he should have done that show. Then after all this Glee came along. He said he met up with Ryan at Chateau Marmot. Ryan told him they were doing a Rocky Horror episode and play Frank-N-Furter. John said alright sign me up. He talked about how Ryan directed the first episode he was in, Britney/Brittany. Jenna and John both mentioned how Ryan would throw lines at them. Jenna said they only time they really ever went off script and tried things was when Ryan was directing. 

John was also a doctor on The New Normal. He was also in Scream Queens. He said he remembers seeing Ryan in his office working on three shows and working on them all at once. Kevin said as the Ryan empire grow it was fascinating to watch him work. He said the didn’t quite grasp how big it was getting. They didn’t really know what was going on with the other shows. Jenna brought up how Ryan said he didn’t know to manage this empire and how they felt kind of like their dad had abandoned them when he went to work on other shows like American Horror Story. 

Kevin asked what it was like to work with Jayma. He said how was it to work with Jayma and mess with Matt. John said he wasn’t sure if Matt was so happy when he joined Glee. 

John asked if Jenna and Kevin wanted to come see the Beach Boys when they play at the Hollywood Bowl. Kevin and Jenna said absolutely yes. Jenna said everyday before Emma was born she played her God Only Knows. She wanted to see if she recognized it and it would calm her after she was born. Kevin said so sweet and its one of the greatest songs of all time. John said it’s a perfect song. It was the first dance at his first wedding. He said the lyrics are harsher then you realize. I may not always love you is the first lyric. 

Back to Jayma and Matt. He said he remembers Ryan through him into a dance number. It was I’m A Slave 4 You when Heather as Brittany is practically grinding on John while he lays in that chair. He was like this is going to be a great job. He said you guys were so kind. Everyone was so sweet in the beginning. He said he couldn’t imagine what was going through their heads at that time. They had to be thinking all the time about what was next. Jenna said it was hard. They worked us to the bone and then on the weekends they had press. She said there was no break from each other or from the show. There was no breathing room to sit back and look back what they were doing. There was no reflection time. She said in many ways you were almost suffocated by it or at least that is how Jenna feels about it. Kevin said at the same time there job was to show up and work with people like John. He said it was very odd that people they looked up to wanted to be on a show that they were a part of even though the show was becoming big. 

Jenna brought up when John invited them to screen the Britney/Brittany episode at Jeff Davis house with his castmates from Full House. Jenna was like John buried the lead and they showed up at Jeff Davis house and were like what’s going on. John said he thinks he was the closest to Kevin and Jenna. 

John said Rocky Horror was the lure to get him on Glee. He said he remembers working with Lou, the head of wardrobe, and they made him a whole bustier. He said he remembers sitting with Ryan at Chateau Marmot and Ryan was like you know your whole stomach is going to be exposed. John said he pulled up his shirt and was like I have been working out, I look good right. Ryan was like don’t eat those fries. John said he did a fitting and took a bunch of pictures and what he heard is the network or studio saw and said you’ve got one straight guy on the show keep him out of women’s clothing. Then he was shifted over to doing Eddie. He asked what they knew. Kevin said he remembered John coming to them. He said John got how they worked because they all had to piece together intel from different departments. He said John would come to them and say this is what he heard. Jenna said she doesn’t think they ever got the real intel. John thinks he recorded Sweet Transvestite. 

John bought his current place from Adam Anders. There is a recording studio in the house. He said Darren and Lea have recorded stuff there. John said he remembers going to record Hot Patootie and he was like this was too high. They were like no you will be fine. John sang and they were like okay thanks we got it. Kevin said they can make anything work. John said that is when he fell in love with autotune. Kevin said autotune ruins you. John said on Broadway he just puts enough vibrato on it he would eventually hit the note. Jenna said remind me which shows you have done. She said she saw him in Nine. He said he was terrible in that show. He said his parents told him if you want do something then just do it. He said when he was done with Full House he asked Jack Klugman what he should do and Jack told him to go the theatre. He got a call to replace Matthew Broderick in How to Succeed. He said he looks back at things thinking where did I get the balls to do that, what was I thinking? Kevin said how was that for you. That he struggles with that himself where people are always telling him to do theatre but its terrifying to him. Jenna said you’d be great. Kevin said it is so the opposite of what he is used to doing. John said luckily he was coming from sitcoms that had a live audience and had been playing with the Beach Boys since 1985. He said he never thought he would be on Broadway one day or that he is a singer. He said Cabaret was the best thing in his life at the time. He said he was able to let go fully. Then he went to Nine. John told a story about after getting the show and seeing it was huge and his driver telling him he felt bad for whoever was taking over after Antonio. Jenna said it is a hard show. 

John said he was having a great time on Glee and then all of a sudden he was gone. Kevin said tale as old as time. Jenna said no that is what happens, storylines come and go. Jenna and Kevin said Ryan likes his people. Jenna talked about how Ryan was on the show and how he set the tone for the show. She said a lot of them have healed their relationships with him and their experience on the show after Naya died. Kevin said after Naya went missing Ryan started calling them. Kevin said they were so amped up with emotions that they just let it all out. He said Ryan was accepting to all that. Kevin said it was weird that it happened during that time. It felt good. They had conversations amongst themselves and with Ryan. Kevin and Jenna said the calls with Ryan were one on one. Jenna said she thinks a lot of them were waiting for him to open the door. 

(They get things wrong time wise when talking about Cory.) They talked about when Cory passed away. They said he passed away between season 3 and 4. They were right with the start of the season being pushed back. John asked how Ryan was then. Kevin said that was a very complicated time. Jenna mentioned that Ryan had said on the podcast Ryan felt a lot of responsibility and didn’t know how to handle it. It was really hard for him. Jenna said she felt like the show died when Cory died. Kevin said it did. It was hard to go back to these places they shared with Cory especially since he had such a big personality. Kevin said that for lack of a better word it was traumatic to be constantly reminded of this person that was no longer there. Jenna said the memorial they had for Cory in auditorium and then they had to back to being there and being okay with it. It was really hard and weird. John mentioned that there was only a handful of people that knew what they went through on the show and it had to be hard to lose one of those people. Kevin said he thinks they are still so close because they had each other to lean on through thick and thin. Kevin asked if that is how John is with everyone with Full House. John asked if there were talks about Glee coming back and joked that this was the announcement. 

John said the cast of Full House was abnormal. They were too close. It was a weird thing. Full House was successful but not the first year or two. It wasn’t like Glee which was a meteoric rise. John said him and Bob didn’t get along at all at the start. John came at from the angle of being an actor and wanting to make the scenes better and work on the emotion of the show. Bob just wanted to make dirty jokes and make the guy pulling the cable laugh. John said it was fun for awhile but it was also distracting and disruptive to everyone elses process. He said they didn’t really become close until after the show as done. He said Bob was very instrumental at keeping everyone together. He talked about Mary Kate and Ashley. He said they didn’t hate their childhood. He said he still talks to them. He said he thinks Glee was different. They were all unknown and then overnight became the biggest stars in the world. 

John said lets talk about our trip to Disneyland. Jenna said John is Disney’s #1 fan. Kevin said you are the Disney adult. John said he wanted to shake before he met his wife but she is worse then him. Kevin said it is a match made in heaven. He said before he met his wife he was like he has to drop this Disney stuff because he wanted to be serious actor. He said he was out to dinner with some people and Ryan Gosling was there. Ryan was like you are big Disney guy and said I love it. He has mix tapes for each ride. John was like really. he was like it didn’t hurt Ryan’s career. Chris was supposed to go with them and then it rained. Jenna said it was so much fun. Kevin said it was so great cause it was a bit of a shit show in the weather department but that made it so ME memorable. Jenna said it was more quiet then normal because of the rain. Kevin wasn’t out publicly at the time. Kevin said he had a come to Jesus moment with his then boyfriend, Marco, he was like look you need to reign it in. We are now friends with Stamos and play it cool.

Mike Love from the Beach Boys showed up. John introduced him to Jenna and Kevin. John said how Mike does a joke every night. John tells him to dedicate Surfer Girls to all the girls in the audience and he says this song is dedicated to all the ladies from John. Everyone screams and John says a couple of guys too and Mike said a couple of guys too. Mike said since John did Glee he has been dedicating songs to guys. Jenna said I am a big fan. Kevin said it is an honor to meet you. He said Mike is a legend and you are more talented then rest of us all combined. Mike said he is the Mount Rushmore of rock. John said you should be and that he is one of the greatest. Mike talked about John being on General Hospital. John talked about his first show with the Beach Boys and how huge the crowed was that night.

John talked about how Mike is responsible for the most optimistic beautiful music. When they wrote it in the 60s it was powerful and even more so today. Kevin said there is a reason those songs are still gigantic today. People need them. Mike said a researcher in England said Good Vibrations came it at number one for making people feel good. Kevin said it was named appropriately. Jenna said she listens to his music on the regular. John mentioned Jenna saying she played God Only Knows everyday when pregnant with Emma. John mentioned how I may not always love you is not a good first line. Mike said I didn’t write that part. He said people use it in their weddings and are foretelling their divorce. John mentioned how it was his first dance at his first wedding. Kevin said he will be front row at the Hollywood Bowl with Mike’s name painted on his chest. Jenna and Kevin said so nice to meet you. 

John talked about his memoir If You Would Have Told Me. He said his first concert was the Beach Boys and would not have believed you if you told him he would get to play with them one day. He said he looks back and says he is so grateful for everything. He brought up Jenna jumping on her trampoline everyday. Jenna says she does it so she can look as good at John at that age. 

They moved on to talking about John’s book. He had offers to write a book a few times. He said he isn’t that interesting. He said after Bob died and his parents he decided to do it. He said he tried to find things that were relatable to other people. Jenna said she can’t wait to read the book. It comes out in October. Jenna said it must have been therapeutic and cathartic to write the book. 

Jenna said congrats on your show. He gets to work with Jessalyn and Keala Settle. 

John said lets zoom again the three of us sometime. He said he was nervous coming into Glee and Jenna and Kevin were so kind to him. He said they stayed in touch but more with Jenna and Kevin. He joked that he likes Jenna more because Kevin ignored him when he went gay. Jenna was laughing historically. Kevin said I knew I didn’t have a chance so never mind. John said he is proud of Kevin. He said he loves Jenna. Kevin said thank you so much. Jenna said have a great tour. Kevin said make sure everyone goes and pre-orders your book.

Jenna asked Kevin if he can believe they had a Beach Boy and John Stamos in one interview. Kevin said his face hurts from smiling. He got goosebumps and was sweating. Jenna said they were in the presence of greatness. Jenna said she is holding John to his word about going to the Beach Boys. Kevin said Austin and Jenna’s husband can watch Emma. He said they are going all three nights. 

Kevin thanked John for being so open and honest. Jenna said he is just a good human. He is so famous like the mecca of famous but look at the kind, appreciative, and generous man that he is with his big big heart. Jenna reminded Kevin that John likes her more. Kevin said he has good taste and he understands. Kevin said to still be that nice after people come up to him everyday is truly a wonder to see and he can’t believe they get to call him a friend. 

Well that is all until next time. 

#and that's what you really missed #atwyrm #jenna ushkowitz #kevin mchale #john stamos #glee #podcast

[piningintrovert]

I'm the nonnie who asked all the BL questions what to watch where back at the end of Dec and the nonnie that said you're the best and ran away to watch more. And the gift nonnie too. 💜 My way of saying thank you for the answers and your kindness. And because I LOVE secret gifting :)

I got really lucky and turns out one of my exes who I am good friends with had a few streaming services already so I use those and Youtube, which means I don't really need to get another service but I did get gaga because they didn't have that one, and so we share that one in trade.

You mentioned looking over my shoulder to see what I was watching. So I will give you a list of all the ones I have seen so far.

The Sign (two episodes behind)

Pit Babe (3 episodes behind)

Love is in the Air (I just have to say...wowzers...a lot in this, like a lot a lot. Took me a bit to be okay with certain things but I did like it a lot, and wowzers again LOL I have watched it through twice)

Wedding Plan

Between Us (MY ABSOLUTE FAV AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH I HAVE WATCHED IT 10 TIMES THROUGH ALREADY)

Until We Meet Again

Even Sun

Bad Buddy (Thoroughly enjoyed this!)

KinnPorche

The Middleman's Love

Bed Friends

Naughty Babe

Kiseki to Me

Last Twilight

Blueming

Cutie Pie (and the second too) (Screamed when Boun and Prem showed up in episode 7 AND holy can that man (it should be obvious who) KISS *insert blushy face*

My Dear Gangster Oppa

Ai Long Nhai

Lovely Writer (two episodes to finish)

Why R U? (Finished the thai version and just started on the korean version because why not?)

(I didn't share all my thoughts on them just a few but I did enjoy all of them, even if there were parts that I didn't enjoy as much...)

So I have a full time job and have been devouring these when I am not working. And I know I still have lots more to watch from your list, and I'm excited watch them all. I have just been checking out stuff on MDL and getting distracted and pulled to ones you haven't mentioned as well. But I will finish all the ones you mentioned in your post, all the ones I have watched that you've suggested have been wonderful.

I'm most excited to finish The Sign, there's just something magical about that show. I don't know if I told you but you had reblogged a gifset of that series with an underwater dragon looking thing maybe it was a naga but it looked like a dragon and I am kind of obsessed with dragons so that is what started me looking for it and I love it, it's so well done.

Anyways, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 💜

Sorry for the late reply, nonnie. I haven't been online in the past few weeks so I didn't see your ask until now orz

It looks like you've been quite busy since the first time we spoke 🤯 Reminds me of when I joined the fandom lol I'm glad things worked out with regards to the subscription services and that you're enjoying your binge-watching experience.

Having The Sign (and Pit Babe) on the roster was one helluva way to ring in the new year and I'm happy that you were able to watch it a bit while it was still airing. I long for more overtly queer, fantasy/supernatural media *deep sigh* but I will say that the covert/censored queer, fantasy media we DO have (The Untamed, Word Honor, Guardian, and The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity) are top tier. Fingers crossed that we get more shows like The Sign in the future. By the way, the dragon thing was a naga which I'm sure you've figured out by now lol

Re: Love in the Air — "wowzers" is an understatement 😂 I don't know what it is, but the rewatch value on this series is SO high. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up watching it a third time lol

What did you think of Even Sun and Last Twilight? I dropped Even Sun after the first ep, but I always wanted to give it another chance because of Boun and Prem. And Last Twilight is on my list, but I've put off watching it because of the quite a few people were disappointed with the way things went towards the end.

Re: Zee's devouring kissing scenes in Cutie Pie — I agree 1000%; he is truly in a league of his own.

Again, I'm happy that you're enjoying the shows I recommended and more importantly, finding ones you like on your own 😊

As always, feel free to stop by anytime for a chat and thank you again for the gift; I really appreciate it 💜

#rae replies #nonnie #multi #recommendations

[maguro13-2]

Return of the Hash Slinging Slasher ~ Slasher Remake Improved! ~ Pt.2 (2/2)

[Pia over - Tomoko Sasaki, Naofumi Hataya]

[eyecatch]

Saya and Fumito : Break time's over! Back to the show!

[cuts to Saya and Fumito at the counter]

Saya Kisaragi : So now...[clears throat] our little break time is over. So it's time to continue where we left off, right?

Fumito Nanahara : Of course...Let us resume the story where we needed to continue. Here's what I am going to show you something. [pulls out a pencil and draws something on the paper] I've been doing this often a long time to show the meme that will be on his approach.

Saya Kisaragi : What's that drawing?

Fumito Nanahara : This is what your meme theory saying this how it would works in the Graveyard Shift. It is a surprising episode that nearly got the show terminated. But thanks to the Krusty Love Episode, the Graveyard Shift episode became a cult classic on Halloween. Almost there and...done! [finishes the drawing] Here goes nothing. See this Saya? [shows Saya the finished drawing; representing the three signs signaling the Slasher's approach]

Saya Kisaragi : What's that?

[Graveyard Shift title card theme plays]

Fumito Nanahara : These are the three signs that Mr.Tentacles made, these signs will show that they will signal approach the Hash Slinging Slasher's arrival. First sign : the lights up there will flicker on and off meaning it's really a supernatural force. Next is...[Lelouch interrupts]

Lelouch : Um, sir? While you're busy at making stories to this girl, can I have some sugar?...I really need it for my coffee while do some work on my laptop.

Fumito Nanahara : Oh, right! Here you go, sir. [hands him sugar] Okay, let's resume this time for real. Next is the second sign : The phone right here will ring as someone tries to answer it, and there will be no one there on the line. [shows Saya eating her fingernails] And finally, the third and final sign : The Hash Slinging Slasher himself will arrive in the ghost of the Truck, that ran him over! [shows Saya eating all types of vegetables like carrots and celery] And after he the exits the truck, he sadistically crossed the street or jaywalked it, without looking both ways. And you know why he does that? Cause he's already a dead man! [shows Saya eating a plate of Guimauves] Then arrives at the door and taps a knock on it with that grizzly spatula hand of his...meaning that he is no man that gives you a cold stare.

Saya Kisaragi : No, he wouldn't it!

Fumito Nanahara : He opens the door slowly with a big creak in the wind and it goes like this. [pushes his hand to Saya's face, making it looking like he's a door that's being opened; while he doing this he imitates the sound of a creaky door opening.]

Saya Kisaragi : Yowza!

Fumito Nanahara : So now...[he leans towards Saya's face, which sinks into her uniform] He slowly approaches the counter! ["counter" echoes menacingly]

Saya Kisaragi : Wowzers! Too creepy to think of that. And yet, menacingly.

Fumito Nanahara : So now, Saya. Let us tell your mind of what does he knows next when he comes near you? Do you know what does he comes after you?

Saya Kisaragi : What? Why does he want to come after me?

Fumito Nanahara : You really want to know why does he comes after you?

Saya Kisaragi : Why does he think that he wants to get me?

Fumito Nanahara : Then are you sure that what happens if he does something to you?

Saya Kisaragi : Fumito, tell me please! What was he going to do with me!? What was his actions of doing something menacingly!?

Fumito Nanahara : He comes to get you and...[sneaks up on Saya] He kills ya! [he then taps her behind]

Saya Kisaragi : Aaah! [Fumito laughing] Fumito! Don't sneak up on me like that! That really scared me, you know. You nearly scared me to death! No fair! I'm telling father on you!

Fumito Nanahara : Come on, Saya, I was just messing with you and I was joking about it! So, umm, Sorry about that.

Saya Kisaragi : How on earth did you sneak up on me like that?

Fumito Nanahara : That was me joking around to do a tap sneak attack! Just make it to look like that I am the slasher that has a spatula for a hand! Am I right, fellas.

C.C/C2 : *claps slowly*

Lelouch : Find another joke to hear about it.

Saya Kisaragi : That was you doing a sneak attack? I didn't know that you really pulled that one up. You did threw a sneak attack tap just to scare me in part of a test! So I hardly that I am not frightened by any means necessarily than it means to you.

Fumito Nanahara : Of course not, madam! I would never do that to you, no person on the planet would have a spatula for a hand like the meme made up by that clarinet-playing octopus, it was all nothing but a simple joke from him!

Saya Kisaragi : A joke from him. [thinking] I see then...[giggles, then laughs and continues to laughing joyfully] Oh, Fumito! I'm so flattered that you make my heart fill with joyfully glee! I'm really happy that It's great being here with you to spend time at the cafe! You'll make my promises to wonder if I'm okay sleeping together with you, and it kinda makes me feel...nervous all the time! [blushes] But it doesn't matter, it's gonna be okay that the Light will guide us to "Hope"! As long we can survive in the night when bad things happens in the dark! I doubt about it that it's a promise to stay with us together. So I was wondering if that... [holds on to Fumito's arm] Will you let me stay over here for tonight?

Fumito Nanahara : Yeah, sure, why not?

Saya Kisaragi : [giggles] Oh, thank you, Fumito! [she kisses Fumito on the cheek] I can count on you to make anything means necessarily to you!

~ Surviving in the Dark Night is Challenging! ~

#blood c #spongebob squarepants #graveyard shift #saya kisaragi #fumito nanahara #hash slinging slasher #production ig #clamp #nickelodeon #crossover #dark comedy #horror #supernatural #dark fantasy #humor #dark humor #funny #halloween

[darlingpetao3]

Harry F***s (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: Cisco and Harry are having one of their famous bickering sessions again. The topic of their argument? Harry claims to be a certain way with you in the bedroom while Cisco calls BS. You set the record straight, but Harry has a point to prove.

A/N: This is a funny, smutty fic-gift for @hwells-ho-train​, who has kicked my writing motivation into high gear. The idea was based on that infamous scene in the Season 4 bloopers, of which we had previously discussed. For purely scientific reasons, naturally XD Plus a big shout-out and thanks to @multiwells​ for being a test reader for me. Please enjoy, everyone!

Tag List: @fandomdancer​ @bluesclues-1234​

Gif made by irishfino, who has done a great service by making this (x)

Surprise, surprise - Cisco and Harry are having one of their famous bickering sessions again. Whatever the topic is today, it must be serious - you’ve not heard them this adamant in their arguing. Turning the corner into the Workshop, you walk right into the heat of battle.

“You do not,” Cisco insists with what appears to be an amused smile on his face.

“I do,” Harry growls. Your boyfriend is probably going to have some severe frown lines after today, wowzers.

“I highly doubt that.”

“It’s. The. Truth.”

“What’s the truth, Harry?” you interrupt, noticing how quiet the room has suddenly become at your appearance. Harry has turned completely silent. His face is tinged red, and there’s the angry neck vein you and the rest of the Team are familiar with. Cisco, on the other hand, dons an evil smirk, seeming pleased that you’ve arrived. The younger man slowly turns to Harry.

“Don’t,” Harry says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” Cisco begins to explain, “it’s a long story of how we got onto the topic, but I’ll bypass all of that.” The engineer waves a dismissive hand. “What it boils down to is your boyfriend here claims that he... ‘fucks.’”

Okay, you’re quite sure you didn’t hear that correctly. You stick a finger in your ear to signify this.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Ramon,” Harry seethes.

“Yeah, this guy claims that he fucks!” Cisco carries on as if he’s feeding off of Harry’s anger. “And yeah, I’ll say it: I don’t believe it one bit. But hey! We have walking, talking testimony right here! You can settle this for us once and for all.”

“Firstly, I don’t see how this is any of your business, Cisco,” you point out. Harry looks like he wants to drop dead but is trying his damndest to hide it.

“And secondly?” Cisco prompts.

“I mean, Hare,” you sigh. You always want to be in his corner, but… “I wouldn’t exactly call what you do,” your voice drops to a whisper, “‘fucking.’ I’d call it more… ‘making love.’”

Cisco’s eyebrows shoot up as if he’s won this twisted victory. “Well, isn’t. That. Just. Sweet. Thank you for settling this for us, (Y/N).”

Harry looks like he wants to protest what you’ve just confirmed, but can’t say anything against your word. Mostly because he knows it’s the cold hard truth. Harry is, at heart, a gentle lover, and has only ever proved as much since you’ve been together. You know that he hasn’t had a certain level of intimacy in a very long time. He takes his time and savours each moment. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and yet, here he is, spluttering nonsensical noises and staring up at the concrete ceiling for help.

“I’ll leave you two precious things alone,” Cisco gives a little wave. “I got a hot date.”

“Yeah, in Hell,” Harry retorts. The younger man blows a taunting kiss at both of you. The moment he leaves, your boyfriend whips his head to you with the wildest eyes.

“How could you say that in front of him?” he nearly shouts. “Do you know that I’ll never hear the end of it now?”

You scoff. He can’t be serious.

“Oh, what? Your male pride has been shot because you don’t, and I quote, ‘fuck’?” Now you’re getting pissed off. How dare he be mad at you at something so ridiculous? “Grow up, Harrison.”

His chest rises and falls under his black T-shirt. You probably shouldn’t taunt the bear, but honestly, sometimes he just needs to hear the truth.

“You don’t think I can, do you?” he asks you as he takes slow steps in your direction.

You frown. “Can, what…?”

He lifts that damn eyebrow at you as if to mean, you know.

Is he really doing this? Is this really happening? Harry is encroaching on your space with every step, stopping at last when he reaches you at one of the worktops. You lean back while he does forward and downward until he’s boxed you in with his hands on either side of you on the desk. You lick your lips unconsciously. Harry smiles.

“You’re about to prove a point, aren’t you?” you ask with what little air you have in your lungs. Harry responds by placing his hand fall to your thigh and letting it roam up your skin under your skirt.

“You better believe it.”

The idea alone is enough to drive you mad with need, but one small problem makes you speak up, potentially setting up Harry’s plan for failure.

“Harry, this room doesn’t have a door…”

“Fine with me. Then they’ll all have proof that I do, indeed, fuck.”

The second the curse leaves his lips - which you can’t take your eyes off of to save your life - you know you’re diving headfirst into both a new world of risk and one hell of a ride.

His fingers venture past your panties, to discover just how excited you’re getting at the prospect of a little bit more roughness from Harry. And maybe it won’t even be a little bit… He makes a small, pleased sound as he feels you, while your hand reaches up to rest on his bicep peeking out from his T-shirt. It’s already as if it’s too much stimuli for your brain - his touch, his body, what’s to come, who’s to come. How are you make it through this?

Good Lord, now he’s peppering kisses under your ear. Does he want to kill you? Your very own Master of Foreplay executes the deadly combo of earlobe nibbling plus swirling his thumb around your clit. Your body shivers on its own accord, and you know he felt it too.

“So, uh…” you try to form those things known as ‘words.’ “When does this aforementioned... ‘fucking’ take place? Not that I’m not happy with what you’re-” You let out a whimper at another one of those effective combos and clutch his arm tighter. “-doing now.”

Harry’s eyes glint in the light as if you’ve given the official okay to get down to business. He brings his lips around to yours and let them ghost yours, curling up in a smirk. Harry is planning something. No, he already has one. He always has something planned.

You feel it before you know what’s happened - the thin fabric against your skin being ripped off your body by his strong, large hand.

You gasp, and Harry tosses your now unwearable panties without looking (and with everyone’s luck, they’ll have landed on Cisco’s workspace). He is an animal, your gentle lover no more.

And you are so ready.

Harry has to know this, has to see this in your eyes, because he reaches down to unbuckle and unzip, which feels like it’s the longest task on the face of Earth-Prime. His very hard and visible desire begs to be unleashed and sheathed where it belongs. It begs to prove a point. It begs to make you feel incredible.

He hikes up your skirt (there really is nothing like the desperate ruffling of this article of clothing) and you’re sure to open your legs for him to move closer. He presses against you, so ready to take you right here, but no matter how much he wants to, he awaits your next go-ahead.

You pull him down by clutching his shirt in your fist. “Prove your point, Harrison.”

Harry curls his lip, and the feeling of him entering you makes you scramble to clutch onto him for dear life. You whine in his ear and let your legs wrap around his waist. He doesn’t start out slow either, as he usually does, but instead finds right away a steady rhythm. Your eyes wander down to watch him thrust inside you.

“You like to watch, don’t you?” Harry says. Holy God, is he talking dirty to you right now?

Feeling the tightness coiling low in your belly, you nod.

“Well, I like watching you,” he continues. Your eyes flick up to see the truth in his. As if switching gears in this stick shift ride, Harry gives a particularly hard thrust into you to signal a slightly rougher and faster speed. Your mouth is open and sucking in the air you so desperately need.

“Harry… fuck…” you fight for your words to be heard.

The man lowers you so that your back is flush against the desktop, his palm flat near the side of your head. He hovers over you, grinning like he’s already won.

You make it your life’s mission to meet his every thrust. Harry growls at your eagerness, his inner animal making itself extremely well-known now. You know you’ll feel where he’s digging his fingers into your skin tomorrow if not later tonight. Eventually, his hips start to move in forward unbridled motions while your back is already arching off the desk and crying his name over and over and over until you’ve both finished.

The entire Workshop is filled with the sound of you both trying to catch your respective breaths. After a moment of revelling, Harry readjusts himself back into his pants as you sit up on the desk. Harry turns to you, cups your face with his hands, and kisses you properly.

As if you weren’t feeling dizzy enough, that kiss nearly knocks you back down. When is one supposed to breathe when this man keeps taking your breath away?

“So...?” he says.

You can’t help but laugh. “You want a gold medal or something, don’t you?”

“Confirmation at the very least would be sufficient.”

“Harrison Wells, you are not only a gentle and thorough lover, but I can officially confirm that you also fuck like nobody’s business. A plus. Five stars. Hot.”

This will for sure go to his head if it hasn’t already. Oh, look, another smug grin.

“You’re damn right I fuck.”

“Do you need me to tell Cisco for you, too, honey?”

Harry pulls you close for another smiley kiss. “Nah. I’m satisfied.”

“Make that two of us.”

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #harry wells smut #earth 2 harrison wells x reader #earth 2 harrison wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash smut #the flash fanfiction

[shyneanon]

Aaaaand guess who’s been writing a lot this week? THE HAREM FIC, entitled The Skeleton Magnet, HAS NOW BEGUN! Hoo boy! I’m not sure how much I’ll be posting it on Tumblr, because like the MF one, the chapters are long. We’ll see. But IT IS ON AO3. The one-shot that started it ended up being the first half of chapter one, so I’ll post the second half of chapter 1 here on Tumblr this time. Enjoyyyy.

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You were right about your boss’s response.

He was a good guy. He was… pretty horrified that you’d willingly gone up to that house despite the obvious signs that it was bad news. You’d gotten a good scolding, as if he were your dad or something, but you appreciated it. Even though he knew the customers who’d ordered the pizza would be pissed, he was just glad you were safe. He made a joke about how he’d be in trouble if you went missing on the job, but you knew that he actually cared.

Still, the image of that one red eye was burned into your mind.

At least you had a creepy story to post online?

Since you were still shaken up, the next day felt way better than usual, even though it was just as busy as most weekdays. Nobody had a giant hole in their head, which was nice. Even the meaner customers felt like nothing.

Eventually, there was a delivery to a nice suburban neighborhood nearby. You knew the way there without having to check your GPS, so that was nice. You were able to get there with the pizza box still warm. Nice.

You knocked on the door and heard some yelling on the other side, followed by the thumping of a pair of feet eagerly making their way towards the door. It was swung open— and for a split second you had a ‘Nam flashback to last night. This guy… had the same shape.

It only took you a millisecond to relax.

Not only was this guy shorter than the last guy— he looked to be a little shorter than you, even— but he looked significantly friendlier. No hole in his head. Good start. He also had a pair of eyes rather than one, and they were shaped like big stars. The grin on his face was more sincere and rounded, and his clothes were immaculately clean. He was dressed almost like… a funny soldier? But in white and blue, and with a big bandanna tied around his neck. He beamed, and you instantly felt a lot better than you had half a second ago.

“HELLO, PIZZA DELIVERY HUMAN!”

You started a bit. Oh geez, this guy was loud. Kind of like the tall guy from last night, actually. Still, you smiled. The big stars in his eyes were endearing. “Hi there.”

“WOWZERS! YOU MADE IT HERE EARLIER THAN EXPECTED! YOU ARE VERY GOOD AT YOUR JOB!”

… For some reason, that made your whole night seem so much better. “Thanks,” you said. “I’ve delivered to this neighborhood a lot of times.”

“YOU HAVE? AW. I’VE NEVER SEEN YOU!” His smile had disappeared for a moment, but it quickly returned in full force. “WHICH IS TOO BAD, BUT NOW I FINALLY HAVE THE CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE AND BECOME YOUR FRIEND!”

Wow, this little guy moved fast, huh?

A much quieter, more relaxed voice sounded from inside the house. “Already becoming friends, huh?”

“YES, OF COURSE! MAKING FRIENDS IS WHAT I DO BEST! AND I’M GREAT AT EVERYTHING!”

So he had a bit of an ego, but it seemed harmless enough.

“WHAT IS YOUR NAME, HUMAN?” The stars in his eyes somehow got bigger.

“I’m (y/n),” you told him, still smiling. Those big stars really were endearing.

“IT IS GREAT TO MEET YOU, (Y/N)!” He gestured to himself, and somehow the bandanna kind of looked like it was blowing in imaginary wind. “I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SSSSSSSBLUEBERRY.” As he said it he seemed to catch himself, the little lights in his eye sockets shrinking slowly the longer the S sound continued. But he perked up again right after he said it, raising an eyebrow. “I COULD SEE HOW YOU WERE STARING AT ME EARLIER!”

Uh oh. He’d noticed that? He didn’t look pissed about it, so why—

“I CAN TELL THAT YOU OBVIOUSLY FIND ME VERY HANDSOME! WHICH IS NO SURPRISE, SEEING AS I AM!”

Well, that… hadn’t been the assumption you’d been expecting. You felt your face get a little warm, but his confidence was so endearing that you couldn’t be too embarrassed. In fact, you decided to indulge him, tsking in disappointment. “Oh boy, I thought I was being subtle about it.”

“YOU WERE NOT, BUT IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE! IT MUST BE HARD NOT TO STARE AT SOMEONE AS DASHING AS MYSELF!”

His smile seemed to soften, and… was he blushing a blue color? Wait, did skeletons have blood? Blue blood? But they were made of magic, right?

“Y… YOU YOURSELF ARE QUITE BEAUTIFUL!”

… Oh my gosh help he’s so cute.

That same voice from earlier called out, but this time you saw someone approaching the door. “Man, you’re really putting the moves on her, huh? I gotta see this girl if the Magnificent Blueberry’s so interested.”

Blueberry’s blush only got darker, and you got a look at the new stranger. Again, you were hit with a pang of fear that dissipated quickly once you got a better look at him. He looked like the tall guy from last night! But not quite as tall, and cleaner. Not super clean, like Blueberry— the orange hoodie he was wearing had some stains on it. But it was nothing compared to last night. Still, these two looked uncannily similar to the former skeletons. Just if the creepiness was removed and “Sans” was actually super adorable.

“... You OK?”

You realized you’d been staring again. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry. It’s just… You two look… really similar to some guys I met yesterday.”

“OH!” said Blueberry. “DID YOU MEET VANILLA?”

Who? “Um,” you said, “no. These guys were creepy.” You winked. “Unlike you.”

Blueberry blushed again, which seemed to amuse his companion as much as it did you. Still, said companion looked further into the house.

“Was it Red and Edge?”

Blueberry frowned. “I’M SORRY YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THEM. WE’LL TELL THEM TO LEAVE YOU ALONE.”

Nope, not them either. “Oh, uh, no. I’ve never delivered to this house before. These guys were living outside of the city. Even their house was creepy.”

They seemed surprised and even exchanged a glance, but they relaxed quickly and the taller one held his free hand out. You noticed the other one was holding a cigarette in between two fingers.

“Well, my name’s Stretch.”

You focused on shaking his free hand rather than wondering how a skeleton could smoke if they didn’t have lungs. “Nice to meet you.” You swore these were the friendliest customers you’d ever had.

“It’s berry nice to meet you too,” he replied with a silly, contagious grin.

Blueberry responded by making a loud, indescribable noise of indignation. “PAPY! REALLY?”

“Sorry, buddy. Couldn’t resist.” He looked at you for a second. “I see why you were flirting with her, bro. She’s definitely something.”

You could tell he was (mostly) kidding, but your face still heated up when he gave you a casual wink. Not sure how to respond (you weren’t fantastic at witty banter), you held their pizza out to them. “Hey, I bet this is getting cold.”

“Oh yeah,” said Stretch, and took the box of pizza. “Man, that smells good.”

Blueberry put his hands on his hips. “MY BROTHER EATS TOO MUCH GREASY FOOD! I USUALLY EAT MUCH BETTER! IT’S IMPORTANT TO KEEP YOUR BODY FIT!” He grinned. “BUT TODAY IS MY CHEAT DAY!”

He let out a funny laugh— “MWEH HEH HEH!”— and you were pretty sure your heart was going to explode.

On a more observant note… so they were brothers. It made you wonder if the guys from last night were also brothers, but it made no sense to make assumptions like that. Those guys were a separate set of people. It’s not like these two were actually the same guys.

Even if they really, really had a weird resemblance to each other…

“We’ll let you get back to work,” said Stretch. “I bet we’ve distracted you for long enough. We paid online, right, bro?”

“YES!” said Blueberry. The soft blue color returned to his cheeks. “BUT, UM… I— I WAS WONDERING IF PERHAPS I COULD ASK YOU SOMETHING.”

You? “Sure, Blueberry, anything.”

He beamed, no longer looking shy. “IT WOULD BE WONDERFUL IF YOU COULD GIVE THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY YOUR NUMBER! FRIENDS SHOULD KEEP IN TOUCH!”

You actually hesitated. He seemed like he had a crush on you— which was kind of flattering, in a way— but you didn’t want to lead him on. That said, he had called you his friend. But he had thought you were admiring him earlier…

To be safe, you decided to respond with, “Sure. Platonically.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem disappointed at all. “OF COURSE! AS I SAID EARLIER, MAKING FRIENDS IS MY SPECIALTY!”

He pulled out his phone and held it out to you, and you put your number in before handing it back. He seemed thrilled.

“THANK YOU!”

You smiled. “No problem,” you told him.

Stretch spoke up: “Mind if I text you too? Any friend of my bro’s is a friend of mine.”

He shrugged casually, so he didn’t seem to mean anything by it either. “Sure.”

“Thanks.”

“OOH!” said Blueberry. “I ALMOST FORGOT THE TIP! I AM SO SORRY!”

He pulled out some money from his pocket and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, casually glancing at it— Wait, is that a twenty-dollar bill!?

“Um!” you said. “I think you gave me the wrong bill.” You showed it to him.

He cocked his head, seeming confused. “NO, IT’S THE RIGHT BILL!”

You looked back at it, then back at him.

This man is an angel.

“Thank you,” you told him. Seriously, you have no idea.

“IT IS NO PROBLEM FOR ALL OF YOUR TROUBLE!” He beamed. “HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR NIGHT! THANK YOU FOR THE PIZZA!”

Stretch casually saluted you with two fingers. “See ya.”

You waved, and once the door closed you realized just how wide your smile was. Man. This was so much better than last night.

Well, time to get back to work. But the rest of your night would feel brighter from here.

When you got home, you checked your phone to find several messages. You could see that both threads were from unknown numbers, and that one had way more messages than the other. The first one was also from way earlier in the night than the other.

Unknown number: HELLO, (Y/N)! IT’S ME, BLUEBERRY!

Unknown number: I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY! I FORGOT TO ASK HOW YOUR DAY WAS!

Unknown number: THE PIZZA WAS REALLY GOOD!

Unknown number: WOW, I JUST REALIZED HOW LATE YOU WORK! DO YOU WORK ALL NIGHT? THAT SOUNDS HARD!

Unknown number: MY BROTHER COULD NEVER WORK THAT MUCH! ALL HE DOES IS SLEEP ALL THE TIME!

Unknown number: BUT I LOVE HIM!

Unknown number: ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU’RE DOING ALRIGHT! AND THAT YOU’RE NOT READING THESE WHILE YOU’RE DRIVING! YOU SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD! GOODNIGHT!

That was really sweet. He was obviously not asking you about how you were to be polite, he cared. It made you feel special. So you went ahead and added him to your contacts. You considered some type of pun, but seeing as Blue didn’t seem to like puns, you instead added him as “Mweh Heh Heh!” The laugh was just… too cute.

You responded by telling him your night was good, you hoped theirs was too, you were glad they liked the pizza, and that yes, your job could be rough.

You checked the other thread.

Unknown number: hey.

You snorted. There was no need to guess who that was. Well, you wanted to use a pun for him, but… Stretch….

You settled for “Orange You Stretch?” and did your best to give him a snarky reply.

You: You’re chatty, huh?

Alright. Now was the time to go to bed. At least you’d made some new friends.

You could never have too many of those.

#fanfiction #sans x reader #self-insert #reader-insert #reverse harem #the skeleton magnet

[vegalocity]

Fluff 25 for a Mabifica and Lumity double date, please?

Prompt meme || @starsfic

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”  

Brb making up some backstory bullshit

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“And so  I looked Emperor Belos right in the eye and said 'I may have lost but so have you!' and I SLAMMED the magic staff down and the fire glyphs all ignited at once and blew up the magic door!”

“Wowzers! That sounds incredible! And you were fourteen?”

“Yup! Not bad for a Freshman huh?”

“Not bad at all! I was in Seventh grade when my brother and I fought our Boss Battle! And Bill wasn't an easy corn chip to fight!”

“Evil cornchip? With a silly name? Well now you have to tell me THAT story!”

“...well I'm legally obligated in the state of Oregon to answer that with 'Never mind all that!'....but we're in California SO HERE GOES-”

Luz and Mabel were leaned over the shared table, both ranting excitedly about their adventures from their early teens. Luz's adventure was about four years ago, Mabel a solid six years, and they only had recently met in their recently ended shared senior year, and had decided to set this up.

“You get the feeling WE might be tagalongs on THEIR date?” Luz's green haired girlfriend—Amelia? Some sort of 'A' name—leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in Pacifica's ear.

“No doubt.” She responded equally quietly, but it wouldn't have mattered, Mabel's boisterous storytelling easily drowning her words out if one wasn't paying attention.

“And Pacifica had to borrow my Llama sweater because she was basically wearing a potato sack by that point-”

“Hey! I wasn't exactly wearing an outfit built for exercise when the whole thing hit! I'd like to see you keep a whole look in order while you're running for your life!”

“It's not hard.” the green haired girlfriend—Amity, she remembered after a beat—Spoke up. “Luz and I destroyed Gromethus bringer of terror in our Grom dresses.” She paused for a second “Well, dress and Skirted pantsuit.” Amity shot her a smile, a challenge.

“Oh it was that easy for you?” Well if that was the challenge then far be it for her to turn down. “Well I'll have you know that the Wierdpocalypse was a little more challenging than one monster. And if we're talking singular showdowns I fought a level ten ghost in a floor length gown without getting a spot of mud on my dress!”

“Oh boy...” Luz muttered as Amity leaned forward onto her arm. “This ain't good.”

“Paz, it's not a contest...” Mabel tried to gently pull her away.

“Did you know that Luz discovered—entirely on her own—an entirely different way to cast spells and perform magic that was lost centuries of not millenia ago!”

“Well Mabel took out an entire Gnome kingdom with only a leafblower! And she's legally a congresswoman for life!”

“Yeah? Well Luz dismantled an oppressive regime and saved her home dimension!”

“Mabel did all of that before she was even technically a teen!"

“...They're gonna keep going on like this, aren't they?” Luz leaned over to whisper to Mabel.

“Yeah probably.” Mabel huffed. “What's 'Luzura' anyway? I heard you guys talking about it earlier..”

“Oh! Good Witch Luzura! See it's this story I had in my head when I was younger, I tried publishing it on the Boiling Isles, but... schenanigans... Anyway Amity's been helping me work on the story so it isn't as much of an Azura clone as it was when I was fourteen.” Luz continued on as Mabel eagerly listened. Pacifica and Amity's game of 'my girlfriend is cooler than yours' passed until their entrees got to the table.

And when the entrees were gone Luz and Mabel continued their discussion, now deep in depth about the practicalities of grappling hooks in battle.

“Hey, what are those things stitched onto your cardigan sleeves?” Amity was apparently uninterested in their pre-dinner challenge.

“Hm?”

“I'm not super familiar with the creatures of the human world.” Amity tucked a lock of hair behind her pointed ear and Pacifica was forcibly reminded just why their double date was taking place in Piedmont, where the Pines Twins brought weird with them like a storm brings rain. “And those things look... kinda like horses, but too long. And they're not giraffes I don't think...”

“They're llamas.” Pacifica explains, holding the sleeve of her cardigan across the table for Amity to better examine. “They're South Ame... They're from the mountains in the far south and they have really sturdy fur, Mabel actually made this for me out of llama hair.”

“....Didn't she say in that story that you borrowed her sweater with a llama on it?” Pacifica shrugged.

“It was my part of the Prophecy wheel. Never got around to returning the sweater and it rubbed off on me.”

“I think she rubbed off on you.” Amity grinned around her drink at Pacifica “Way before you two got together.”

“Oh most certainly.” Pacifica agreed. “But you can't look me in the eye and say nothing of Luz rubbed off on you.” Now it was Amity's turn to shrug.

“Well, fair enough.”

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Prompt:  James Buchanan Barnes has been coming to your weekend market table for a while now and finally has something to ask.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Steven Rogers being an idiot, Y/n also being and idiot, a very sad and very soft James Barnes. 

wowzers a part three. At this rate I might have to actually become a regular writer and not be a lazy pos. 

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“James you look so handsome in your uniform,” you compliment happily to the man standing in front of you.

James had just arrived to take you and Steve to his send off. It was a sad day but you still made sure to wear your prettiest dress and bake a dozen of your famous snicker doodle cookies for him. 

“Thanks doll, you look lovely as usual.” Bucky blushes and looks down at the small bouquet of flowers clutched in his hands. He was a bit embarrassed about his gift choice. why would I get flowers for a girl who sells them for a living. 

“Are you giving those to Stevie?” you joke and motion towards the pretty bundle of flowers that Bucky seemed to be holding on to for dear life. You couldn’t be too mad though, your grip on that poor bag of cookies was just as tight. 

Bucky let out a quiet laugh, handing over the flowers with a sheepish grin, “Sorry doll, can’t say I ain’t nervous or anything,” 

A soft breath of air leaves your lips, “I know, James. It’s going to feel a bit... Lonely, here. Especially at work,” You finish the sentiment with a tight smile. 

James doesn’t respond, only smiles back and takes your hand in his. 

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The send off was filled with tears and mothers yelling for their sons safe return. You don’t remember if Steve cried, too busy focusing on your own tears that clouded your vision. You remember Bucky’s mother holding onto him for almost up until he boarded the giant, dark grey ship. You remembered Becca sobbing loudly next to Steve. You remember the way, after his mother letting him go, how he held you. It was tight and all consuming around your smaller frame, his right hand tangled deep into your hair as his left arm wrapped around your waist and his hand was latched to your hip. You remembered how he breathed deeply, shushed you quietly as your violent tears soaked the shoulder of his forest green jacket.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, I promise everything will be fine,” Bucky mumbles into your hair. 

“You can’t promise that James. That’s not fair,” Your voice is scratchy as you cry out a reply. 

“You’re right, honey. But please promise me something? Promise that you’ll look after Steve for me, yeah?” He pulls away just a bit to stare down at your surely makeup stained face. 

“W-What?” your brows furrow, face tilting into the warmth of the soldiers hand. 

“It’s just... Steve’s always had me there, during his father, after his mother. I need you to make sure he stays out of trouble... Keep em’ safe for me alright? He’s kinda stupid,” The smile that adorned James’ face was beautiful as he spoke to you. 

You’d miss it immensely.

“Okay, yes-yes I promise.” You nod your head in agreement, pushing your cheek into his hand even more. 

A sharp intake of breath made its way to your lungs as you see a few tears run down Bucky’s face. You quickly wipe them away, leaving your hands to rest gently on each side of his face. 

“See you soon. Right doll?” His smile spoke volumes as he stared down at you. 

“Of course, Bucky. I’ll see you soon,” You answer, voice shaky and weak. 

With a small, lingering kiss to you forehead and one to each cheek, Bucky lets you go and steps back. With one final wave, he turns to the ship and begins to make the small journey to board. You feel the other three onlookers step beside you and gaze upon the heavy sea of green flowing onto the main deck. 

“Lord, please get my boy home safely. I beg of you,” Ms. Barnes words cut into your heart with a deep pity and you grab onto the sleeve of Steve’s shirt for stability. 

Your small group stands there, watching the process of everyone board as family after family says goodbye to their sons, fathers, brothers, husbands... 

At some point in time, you couldn’t remember when, James’ family went home, while you and Steve stayed at the docks until the sun had begun to set. You had stopped crying after you had run out of tears to shed, Steve being there to comfort you the whole time. He told you empty promises of James’ safe return in a couple months but you couldn’t believe him, you weren’t blinded to the fatalities and ugliness of war, for God’s sake your mother had been a nurse in the first World War, she had returned with an abundance of scars and lack of hearing, Your father wasn’t fortunate to be able to come home...

“You wanna get out of here kid?” Steve’s voice had broken you out of your seemingly endless train of thoughts as he quietly asked the question.

“I’m not too sure yet Stevie... You can go on home if you need, I know you get sick real easy and it’s gonna start gettin’ cold soon,” your voice was hoarse and painful as it ground its way from your lips. 

“Y/n, you know I would never leave you out here alone! Come on, let’s get some food in ya,” Steve stood up and held his hand out for you to take. 

You hesitated for a moment before allowing his hand to grab yours and stand up. 

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Steve ended up taking you to the same diner that Bucky had taken you to on your first (and sadly last) date. It was warm and quiet inside, the newest big band record playing from the jukebox filled the air quietly, creating a comforting environment that soothed your aching heart just the slightest bit. 

“You want some pancakes, Doll?” Steve asked, a small teasing smile gracing his lips. 

You pull a sad smile on to your face and shake your head, “Just a malt is fine Stevie, thank you,” 

“Comin’ right up,” he assured, lightly knocking on the table you had chosen for your visit before heading up to the counter to get the waitress’s attention. 

As you waited, your fingers messed with the hem of your dress, tugging at the soft material and running your fingers over the few wrinkles that had managed to set themselves into it. It wasn’t long until Steve had returned with too delicious malts in his hands. You both drank the majority of them in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warm atmosphere and  each others company. 

“He’ll be alright, I know he will,” Steve mumbles, his eyes gazing up at you and just for a second, it seemed as though Steve was trying to convince himself more than you. 

You reached across the table and placed your hand upon Steve’s, “You’re right, he will,” You tried to put as much confidence in your voice as you could muster, hoping it would be enough to calm you friend. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

You nodded in agreement, Steve wasting no time in standing up and offering you his hand like the gentlemen he was. “Thank you Stevie,” 

“No problem doll,” he smiles gently, removing his hand from yours and placing it lighting on your back.

The walk back to your apartment, you assumed, would have been uneventful, until Steve had seen a recruitment center, making his feet stutter in their movements. 

“Y/n your apartment is just down the block right?” he asked absentmindedly. 

A sigh escaped your lips before you could even think about responding, “Steven don’t-” 

“It’s fine, I’ll only be minute if you don’t feel comfortable walking the rest of the way,” Steve mumbled and began walking towards the entrance like he was in some sort of trance.

“Steven Rogers you will not sign up again. You’ve done it so many times your bound to get caught, you’ve never passed one before-” “Y/n my best friend just left on a boat to go save countless lives, I owe him this,” 

You hurriedly followed Steven into the mess of canopy and folding chairs, refusing to back down.

“You owe yourself your life Steve. This is ridiculous, there are so many other ways you can help,” Your hand reached out and gripped onto his arm, turning him towards you and staring into his eyes.

“What? Collecting scrap metal like little Timmy?” “Steve-” “ Working in a factory? Y/n men are laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them, that’s what you don’t get. It isn’t about me,”

Your brows scrunched in frustration, “right, cause you got nothing to prove? At all?” 

Steve’s jaw clenched as he glanced away from you, “You can’t stop me from doing this, Y/n. I’m sorry, you just can’t,” 

You let out another begrudged sigh and refrained from slapping the man in front of you, “Fine. I’m coming with you then,” 

“What? No you’re not, the war is no place for a girl like you,” You blanched at his words. 

“A girl like me? Steve I grew up with three brothers, I have two master's degrees, and I have more than enough knowledge on what goes on in war due to what my parents went through before I was born, so excuse me but you have your views completely backwards. Now, let’s get this done and over with so I can go home because today has been complete hogwash,” You huff, grabbing Steves wrist and dragging the frozen man over to the check-in. 

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Steve was now sitting on an exam table, shoes pushed off into the corner and sleeves rolled up. You sat in another corner, ankles neatly crossed and hands folded stiffly in your lap. A young doctor stood at the small counter set up, quietly going over the documents in hand. You had no doubt they would reject Steve, just like the other five recruitment offices. Steve had the longest list of illnesses and disabilities you had ever seen, when he had first introduced himself to you it was after he had suffered an asthma attack while walking around the market with Bucky. 

Everything seemed fine until a pretty nurse walked into the room, quietly whispering into the doctors ear and leaving with him in a hurry. You could see Steve stiffen from where you sat as he quickly looked over his shoulder, his eyes roaming to the sign above your head, stating that it was illegal to lie on your form. 

“Steve,” you bit quietly in warning, your ankles uncrossing and getting ready to dash out. 

“Yup, got it, leavin’, you were right,” he agreed immediately and jumped to put his shoes on. 

“You’re damn right I was,” you mutter under your breath, too stressed to remain ladylike. 

Another man enters the room and you both freeze from your escape, two sets of wide, cautious eyes stare at the intruder as he casually walks over to the counter.  “So... You want to go overseas, kill some Nazis,” the accent made the both of you perk up a bit as you stared in awe at the doctor in front of you. 

“Excuse me?” Steve asked, slightly taken aback. 

“Dr. Abraham Erskine, I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve,” the man walks over to you, offering his hand for you to take, which you quickly do, shaking it firmly and quietly saying you name before the doctor moves back to Steve. 

“Steve Rogers,” the man introduces, stiffly taking the others hand. 

Doctor Erskine turns away and begins to shuffle through his stack of papers once more, “Where you from?” Steve asks suddenly. 

“Steven,” you gasp at his rude intrusion and the meaning behind it. 

“It’s alright miss, I live in Queens, but if it’s that important to you, I originate from Germany, this bothers you?” Erskine’s response is calm as he turns to Steve, giving a pointed look at the other man. 

Steve shakes his head quickly, “no,”

There’s a beat of silence before the doctor responds, “Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Mmm? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities,” 

He had been figured out, a sigh escaped your lips and you clapped your hand to your forehead in a mixture of defeat and frustration. 

“That might be the wrong file-” “forget about the exams, I do not care about the exams... Five different tries, now that is something I am interested in. Do you want to kill Nazis?” the doctor asked, eyes locked onto Steve's. 

“Is this a test?”

 “Yes;” 

“I don’t want to kill anybody, I just...Don’t like bullies,” Steve answered, his voice quiet but firm. 

“There are many big men fighting this war, have been for a long time, maybe now what we need,” the doctor paused for a moment, glancing in your direction, then back to Steve, “maybe we need a little guy,” 

Your eyes shot up in shock, “You’re taking him?” 

“I can give him a chance,” the doctor answered. 

“I’ll take it,” Steve agreed quickly, hopping to his feet. 

Doctor Erskine turns to you, “Miss Y/L/N, you seem... Upset,” 

“I made a promise to someone I care deeply for that I would keep Steve from doing anything stupid,” you let out a dry laugh, standing up and looking to the man who had sealed Steve’s fate. 

“So that means it would likely be best you accompany him, yes?” 

“What?” Both yours and Steve voice ask in shock, glancing at each other then back to the seemingly crazy doctor. 

“It doesn’t take much to look up a last name in these files and see if any family has served before, Miss Y/L/N. Your parents are highly decorated service members, I can only hope you have inherited their gifts?” 

You smile proudly and look Doctor Erskine in the eyes, “Fully graduated with a Masters in molecular biochemistry and another in Bioengineering sir,” 

“Your parents must be very proud, you have a chance to build upon that pride. I have a place for you on my team,” 

“A-Are you serious? Would I be staying alongside Steve?” Your voice shook as you tried to understand your situation. 

“Assuming that he doesn’t waste his single chance, that is correct. So, are you truly willing to keep your promise to that person? Will you be joining us?” Both men stared back at you expectantly as your mind reeled to catch up with what was happening. 

It only took a moment to figure out your only option. 

“When are we leaving?” You ask, finality in your voice and a new feeling beginning to bloom in your chest. 

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about the mun. fill this out  &  tag a few people you’d like to get to know better !

 name :  Birby

 nickname : Birb, Birbiest, Whore Biscuit, annnnd...Mira.👀

 preferred pronouns : She/Her

 age range :  25!!

 favorite animal : Elephants and dogs always tie for this one!

 pets? :  One dog & one cat and both are absolute embarrassments :3 But I love them dearly.

how long have you been in this fandom? :  Not very long, actually! I lived a fandom-free life up until V6, I believe? And like...wowzers. What a horrible time to swing in x’DDD But! I’ve made some super good memories and friends here, so I definitely don’t regret it for a second.

 tattoos/piercings :  None, sadly ;A; Though at some point, I’d really like to start looking into some tattoos.

star sign : Aquarius.

why did you choose this specific character/s? :  Because I wound up falling in love with a character that I originally hated. 😔 I believe the blog, originally, was created because I was working on a very specific list of headcanons with my significant other, and we thought it’d be fun to slap it into a thread. So I made the blog and found myself thoroughly enjoying his character and now I just-- genuinely love James. All of his complexities and depth that were never explored properly - it made me want to give him the bit of characterization that he never received. He’s got a lot going on and I can’t help but be intrigued by that!

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Review Response, August 16 - 29, 2020

I missed doing this last week because... stuff happened.

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SA-Intermission 1

1)  xD the WCHB tho. Now that I think about it, he really is an idiot.

Yes. Yes he is. I don’t know if he’s supposed to relate with the kids or something because he doesn’t have a brain, but... it’s bad. For whatever reason, in most kids’ shows or cartoons, the main character is almost always the dumb one.

... Then again, I don’t know of many kids’ shows. So maybe I just happened to have stumbled upon the only shows where the main character doesn’t have a brain.

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Destiny #030

1)  Sorry I’ve been MIA recently. Just had to sort through some things and now I’m here! Here to experience this incredibly sad chapter wowzers. I had totally expected Platinum to win. I guess it was the part of me that was used to the main character winning these things. Oh boy was I mistaken. And although I feel sad about it, I can’t help but want to slap her for her mercy. She *knew* that the things Diamond was doing was out of his control. No matter how you look at it, it was a bit selfish of her once you realize that Diamond never had a chance of overcoming Zygarde’s influence. It’s admirable that she didn’t want to hurt him, but she was only hurting him more by not knocking him unconscious. Had she done that then the two would have survived and had a *much* happier ending (and not waste that beautiful shield oh my). But hey, who knows, maybe they did somehow survive. Even though it truly seems like they drowned... I mean how would you even survive that. Maybe the Pokémon came in and helped. That’s plausible I suppose. Anyways, even if the whole double death wasn’t tragic enough, we have this whole traumatic experience for Y! This poor girl can’t get enough can she? The whole thing with X was heartbreaking but this... is almost as bad too. I can’t even imagine trying to run with only bones.. grating against each other. Oof what an image. And running away from people who look just like her. I wonder what the others will think when they see her. If they even do. It doesn’t look like she’ll last long. I wonder what causes the deterioration. If it’s all by Yveltal’s will then why do it to her? It’s obvious Yveltal wants her for something. Otherwise she would have disintegrated along with the others (nice timing btw). In fact why DID Yveltal resurrect her? I can guess as to why they would have summoned others, like maybe it was for energy to fight Kyogre. But what purpose could Y *possibly* serve? Well I guess I’ll find out. Along with the reason of why Yveltal wanted to fight Kyogre. How does that enter the plan of Zygarde? Will Xerneas fight Groudon too?

No worries. We all have stuff happening.

Well, Platinum was winning by a lot but she just couldn’t bring herself to attack a friend. Hehe. I like how so many people kind of... miss what I intended for this scene. ... And others, now that I think about it. Ever since SA, whenever I make a scene where a Dex Holder seemingly dies, the reaction changed from “oh how is he/she going to survive this?!” to “welp, he/she is very dead, damn it” ... I mean, I understand, but... have some faith. Especially in Platinum, the Dex Holder with the strongest plot armor in my stories! And not only just the OP plot armor, but even has recharging shields! And I certainly would not have given her the shield system in Destiny, if she was going to die in the very first time she got to use it. So... fear not. She’s not dead. In Destiny, a Dex Holder death is VERY clear, and there is always a confirmation of sorts.

Oh, Y. Such a horrible fate despite being my second favorite Dex Holder. ... Maybe it’s because she’s my second favorite. Heh. Yveltal isn’t in control of her, by the way. She’s just in its influence, and is drawn towards it, but her mind is still intact so she can resist to a degree. Like... she isn’t mindlessly wandering towards it like the other corpses. Yveltal is just going around resurrecting dead bodies for sustenance. It’s not like it resurrected Y in particular. So Y doesn’t have a particular purpose for Yveltal. She’ll do her own thing for now, while her mind is still intact. And once that’s gone, she’ll just be like any other walking skeleton.

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Legacy #011

1)  Ah shit here we go

... I have no idea where I left off in Legacy. So I don’t know what this “here we go” is referring to. Hehe.

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SC #019

1)  Oh my god, I've been looking forward to this :D *Demonic screeching* Imma try to post more reviews, your writing is wayyy too good! Also the return of santa

Hehe. I hope you liked it. Santa has returned for some Essence of Pliers beatdown!

2)  Lol, welcome back, brutal Red. Hopefully Sapphire doesn't end up influenced by that, though... I like the idea of Sapph as a detective. She's strong enough to handle combat and her research skills might be handy in processing and acting logically on information. I wonder if she might end up picking up a thing or two about tech from Blue - that certainly seems like it'd be useful on the job. All in all, these "Day at Work" chapters have been really awesome. Great chapter and looking forward to the next one! Oh, and hope you're feeling better now

The reason why there wasn’t a big brawl in this chapter was because... Sapphire isn’t the type to do that. I mean, she might fight back, but she’s not going to relish in doing such. She’s not going to be like “step aside or bleed, it’s your choice!”

Sapphire also has very good intuition and instincts, which would be greatly helpful. If Sapphire learned to be more discreet and stealthy from Blue, and was able to use some of her toys, this chapter would’ve just become the mythical Covert Ops series that I tried to make but discontinued with it like 5 times now. That series would feature the NEXT step in the plot of this chapter, where the one doing the stealth infiltrates the headquarters to find vital information regarding the bad guys’ scheme and getting out while leaving no footprints.

Well, I’m glad you liked the Day at Work chapters! They’re by far the least received chapters in SC!

And... I really appreciate it, but... my condition... well... ... It’s not getting better.

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September 16th, 2020

Day 3: A Full Day of Hikes and Lights

Today was our designated Denali National Park hiking day, especially after we weren’t able to squeeze one in before nightfall yesterday. To fuel ourselves for it, we got some extra sleep because we didn’t wake up super early to hike and we ate our leftover flatbread from last night. Both great decisions. By the time we actually checked out of the lodge, the weather did us a favor and cleared up and was looking pretty good, with little bits of blue sky actually visible in between the heavy layer of clouds.  

On our way to the park, I made a couple of quick roadside stops to take some photos of the area. Not too long afterward, we were back in Denali National Park. We first made a stop at the Visitor Center to talk to the rangers about some different hiking route options before ultimately heading to the Mountain Vista Trailhead to hike the Savage Alpine Trail. This hike was essentially a 4+2 mile hike (meaning that we would hike through the alpine landscape for 4 miles before hiking 2 miles back along the main road to our car to close the hiking loop) that would take us up around 1,500ft in elevation gain. And the hike was gorgeous with superb weather. We couldn’t have lucked out any more than we did. The hike itself was a slow, winding hike through beautiful landscapes that were ever-changing as we ascended. Most of the hike was under the partly cloudy sky, providing great views all around. There were great colors and great views of the Alaskan Range. During some parts of the hike, especially along the ridge, we even got glimpses of Mount Denali (though it wasn’t entirely free of clouds)! What a treat! Because of all of our stops for photos, videos, rest, and views, it took us around 4 hours to hike through the beautiful landscape and get to Savage River. Once there, we pulled out our Lunchables (which we had brought as snacks and not a meal) to re-energize ourselves before leisurely hiking back up the main road to our car. 

Because Cynthia had some business to take care of that required access to cellular data, we drove back to the Visitor Center briefly. Even though we had hiked for 4+ hours already, it was still relatively early in the afternoon and we wanted to make the most of our time in Denali with good weather. So, before closing out the day, we went on another short hike near the entrance of the park called Horseshoe Loop Trail. This 2-mile hike wasn’t strenuous at all. We essentially walked down to the observation area to view Horseshoe Lake below before descending further to lake level. At that point, we wandered along the trail and through the trees and managed to find views of the Nenana River and Beaver Dam. But little did we know that the first path that we took wasn’t actually the entire trail. On the way back, we found the real trail and took that trail and looped around Horseshoe Lake back to the Nenana River before turning back to the car as the sunlight was fading. Oh, and I must mention that there were TONS of mosquitoes along the trail as we hiked around Horseshoe Lake. I mean LOTS of mozzies. 

We reached our car around sunset or so but given how heavy the clouds were in the area, I decided not to go all the way back into the park for sunset photos and instead decided to start our 2 hour trip up to Fairbanks. As we drove through the fall colors of interior Alaska, we had great views of the sunset as it went from nothing but clouds to full of color and warmth, with very colorful oranges and reds exploding across the sky until 9pm or so. 

Once we arrived in Fairbanks, we grabbed some quick fast food dinner (Subway for Cynthia and McDonald’s and their new Spicy Chicken Nuggets with their new hot dipping sauce and a McDouble for me) to quickly fill our bellies before it got too late. By the time we made it to our AirBnB, our hosts had already called it a day so we didn’t see them and let ourselves in. 

After eating our food and cleaning up, we started to look at tomorrow’s plans. And just as I was starting to look into things to do in Fairbanks, I got side tracked by the crazy idea of chasing the auroras tonight, even though we had spent an entire day hiking and it was getting late in the night. But I found myself looking up the night’s forecast and the aurora forecast with it. Based on what I had found, there seemed to be a slim chance of catching the Northern Lights tonight. But we went out to try seeing them anyways because the whole reason we drove up to Fairbanks at all was to give Cynthia every opportunity to see the auroras. 

I looked at a couple locations just outside of town to find the best viewpoints for the auroras and decided that we would check out Cleary Summit Aurora Viewing Area, located about 30 minutes outside of Fairbanks. We didn’t want to go too far but we also didn’t want to be stuck in the city lights trying to view the northern lights. So I drove us out there and before long, we were sitting in our car in a dirt parking lot with other hopeful and eager Northern Lights spectators parked around us. It took awhile for the sky conditions to become optimal as dense clouds heavily blanketed the sky above us. But we waited and waited. Eventually, the clouds started to lift just a little, enough that I was able to somewhat discern possible shades of off-gray that could possibly be the auroras. And I only knew what I was looking for after my short time and experience in Iceland and Norway with the auroras back a few years ago. So I took my camera, changed the settings, and pointed it at the sky from the car. Click. The shutter opened and a couple seconds later, it closed. And tada! There was some green light in the sky! The auroras! The very elusive auroras were visible on our first try! 

With evidence that the Northern Lights were indeed active tonight, I adjusted my eyes while also telling Cynthia about the trick to viewing weaker auroras in the sky. After we adjusted our eyes for some time and the clouds started to lift, we started to see more and more auroras in the sky. Eventually, the activity became high enough that we could see gray-ish, cloud-like lights slowly dance across the sky above us! At this point in the night, people were coming and leaving because they probably didn’t know what they were looking for. Some people actually came to me to figure out what they were supposed to be looking for and what they were expected to see. I kindly passed my knowledge and experience along to them as I stood there with camera and tripod in hand ready to capture some shots. We stayed out at the viewing site for a little more than 3 hours because I wanted to give the auroras a chance to get even better and more spectacular. And it did! Even though it never became super green to the naked eye, the activity level of the northern lights got to the point where we could see the lights flickering across the sky, something I didn’t at all expect during our trip given how difficult it is to time the auroras to good weather and good fortune. But wow, three hours that were well-worth the wait!

Eventually, the lights started to die down and become less dynamic. It was at this point that I called it a night with a sleeping Cynthia in the passenger seat. I drove us back into town while catching up with my dad on the phone before eventually arriving at our AirBnB sometime past 3:30am. Whew, what a night out! 

5 Things I Learned/Observed Today:

1. Alaska is home to 16 of the U.S.’s national parks and accounts for nearly 2/3 of the acreage of all the national parks combined! Wowzers! That’s humongous! 

2. There are very few trails in Denali National Park and Preserve. The reason is because the park service wants to keep the area there as pure as possible and give people the opportunity to try off-trail and backcountry hiking. 

3. Mosquitoes are the real deal in Alaska. We had read about all the mosquito issues people have in the summer and expected to avoid them altogether in mid-September but boy were they swarming in the damp, moist areas around Horseshoe Lake. Luckily, no bites. 

4. Alaska has some of the prettiest fall colors I’ve ever seen. It seems as if there are way more and way denser forests of aspens in Alaska compared to what I’ve seen in the many parts of Colorado I’ve visited during the fall. It’s amazing! And when you drive (for example, from Denali to Fairbanks), it feels as if you’re driving through a tunnel of gold! 

5. The northern lights are definitely viewable in Alaska in September! But as always, the weather and solar flare radiation from the sun must both be optimal in order for the auroras to be visible to the naked eye. Always temper your expectations when trying to view the lights as you don’t want to be too disappointed if you don’t catch them. However, you should always give aurora searching a shot. Even if it’s a cloudy or rainy evening.. Even when the forecasts say nothing will be visible or that there’s a low chance… You just never know because the conditions change so quickly. Always, always give it a try. Go out into the darkness and look up (and/or shoot your camera upwards if you have one) and you may not be disappointed. But remember, patience is key! Also key are the following websites I found very useful for aurora viewing in Alaska, especially Fairbanks:

a. https://www.gi.alaska.edu/monitors/aurora-forecast (University of Alaska Fairbanks Geophysical Institute’s Aurora Forecast Page (Note: You can access live camera view in (b) from here))

b. https://allsky.gi.alaska.edu/#page-tonight (Live Camera View of Night Skies at Poker Flat Research Range, AK)

c. https://www.swpc.noaa.gov (NOAA’s Space Weather Prediction Center)

d. https://www.explorefairbanks.com/explore-the-area/aurora-season/aurora-tracker/# (Explore Fairbanks’ Aurora Tracker)

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[musicbizgradstud]

week ONE - kinda (you’ll see what i mean)

Wowzers. We are really out here. I would content that this is the end of the first week. I got to meet my classmates, take one class, do an assload of reading and meet my first classmate IRL. And I’ve done some thinking about what the hell this program is about. Some of which has been really nice and wholesome, and some of which leaves me with a lot of question marks. 

=]

Okay just took a hit from my blunt lets goooo. 

It’s 2020 and I’m a college student. My school luckily has been fairly communicative about the “expectations.” So pretty early on in the summer we knew that we were going to be online. That this was going to be a virtual exchanges. Now I’ll admit that I had a fair share of blind optimism of it all going to be “fine” and it all going to “work out great.” Without giving too much thought to what any of that would really feel like or mean. So as people were asking me what it’s like or how I was feeling about it, I found that question complicated because I Was figuring what i wanted my answer to be, but i didn’t know if I was going to like it. (I guess i wanted to like my answer which wasn’t the question. ah well.)

I met with a second year student to buy some books from them (side not buy the 2nd edition of winogradskys book, trust me). They were a little older, did a career pivot and entered the program. The previous career was not related to music at all. They had an internship turned job, a research gig, and managing “a few” artists. ONE YEAR. HALF OF IT IN A PANDEMIC. now i don’t know the steps, pace or how it went down. I just feel compelled to say that a lot happened and as I see this person next I’ll comment that I just am flabbergasted that they accomplished so much. Was the info they got from classes that helpful? Did they have a rich friend? Did the profs turn it out? I have some thoughts. 

**so classes did a lot to simulate thought, provide examples, and share information. So for this particular student, they emphasized the extra-circular aspect as what was important. The classes provided them tons of the nuts and bolts. Contracts, parts of the business, publishing, rights mgmt. There were lots of shows. (This is what i see as the kicker) Going to shows is where you could see people participating in their projects. Meet/see their friends who are in their orbit. Get an idea of how the world turns in a few different scenes. Through that, since you’re more or less an adult, you can make those kind of contacts faster. People just generally seem more interested in what you do, and trying to find tethers or connections b/t them and you. Sometimes it turns into a coffee. Or a biz meeting. But at the shows, people are chill. people are down to chat with randos. As a music business student, you can totally market your skills as a manger. You basically see the world of music and the ways it makes money. Great managers want to make money. So as a graduate educating/ed strapping young manager, you have a leg above other young strapping managers. And for the internship, depending on the program, I can actually see lots of companies wanting to keep people around for more than a semester if the work they do is good. It might not be full-time or dream paychecks, but it gets your resume started and due to inertia, you may be able to stick around. it is also, as a side note, helpful in terms of creating a center of gravity. 

CENTER OF GRAVITY: When I worked in coffee, after about a year and a half, I had built my center. I worked for a certain company full-time so i spend lots of hours there. People who worked for other companies in the same industry would come through. The ones I was friendly with I would take more care to say hi and hear about how they’re doing. On my days off, I would visit them at their jobs, and even at the later stages, I would be interacting with them On a professional2professional basis. As my company grew and our “scene” grew, as I would be building my week to week schedule all things felt in sync. Going out was an easy thing to arrange, getting people together was simple to arrange because everyone’s life rhymed. All ended work at a certain point. All started basically around the same time. All encountered similar day to day #1 world probz. There were also natural breaks where when i needed to get away to visit a friend or different group, i could break the rhyme and rejoin it almost effortlessly. So in regards to music. Once that rhyme gets established, your work breeds interaction with local people/places/activities/cultural moments/movements etc. Then you take those common understandings to others who work, and your play becomes an extension of your work, but in a meaningful way (you choose who you’re cool with to chill). You figure out what is the “go-to” hangout, you are socialized enough to be comfortable making choices that suit your needs. Not feeling overly worried about what a decision might mean or if it’ll negatively effect you. Life becomes similar. Then as my world felt more established, it even felt easier to meet other people. They saw my life and its patterns and I could glimpse and see theirs.

What is fascinating right now is that I am getting used to a completely different style. I don’t understand it. I don’t know where I fit. I don’t even know if there is a fit right now. 

 We finally when they hosted orientation for all 30 of us last Monday. The moment where I would meet the next “cohort” of professionals entering the music industry. It was an hour long zoom call with 30+ participants. 30 of us students and four or so faculty/staff members. It was hectic and gnarly to say the least. So many new faces, marred with expectations of what I thought they were going to be like meeting the reality. Lots of working people. I think what is pretty evident is that with the exception of three or so students, of those working in music right now, everyone is loaded with the side hustles. Being a “project manager/marketer/label mgmt/etc. Etc.” To some of those people I’m just amazed that they feel they have enough time to dedicate to full-time school. We did a little ice breaker where we did names, where were calling from, undergrad degree, “fun fact” (I h8 fun facts. Like what the fuck). I didn’t take notes, but I saw the whirl of information, people and backgrounds from all over the place. There were no two similar people. It was actually pretty beautiful. The power that this cohort can have on sheer experience alone is pretty fab.

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First class was hilarious because we all reintroduced ourselves (kind of for the prof), but in a big way for all of us. We got to see faces, hear names and context. So no hate here. The prof had sent out  three questions to keep in mind. These questions lead me to do additional research outside of the assigned readings. So i had a jumbled pil;e of thoughts assembled and the prof started a question as a line of thinking. Difficult to track where the conversation was going, I saw classmates pipe in, sharing experiences, thoughts, real-world examples. I was just fit to be tied. I had so many thoughts. I didn’t voice a single one because i dind’t know how to use the technology to my advantage. (Next time i’ll use the chat to pipe in an additional thought, but if i have an urgent or concept changing idea i’ll raise my hand. 

The debate was 1st amendment protections vs. copyright. Copyright is a limited length monopoly over a creative work. 1st amendment rights guarantees an individual the right to express themselves w/o worry of damnation. But what if what you want to express is a copyrighted material? Well. There are a few things that the law sets up to give temporary lapse to that limited monopoly. Sadly, systematically those lapses in the law, have generally benefited white creators/performers and left behind style-defining black and colored creators. The law not benefitted them as a Jim Crow feeling law. But as a problem with how the law was interpreted and acted on by companies in the scene. How they used the law to make a profit. To give an example. Little Richard is often considered the father of rock and roll. The ways in which he influenced later generations is unparalleled. Set up an industry that is making millions of millions of dollars. Talk about cultural relevance right? You would think someone (or their estate) that has their style and influence in so many places would be sitting pretty. Well. The law only guarantees you to so much. If you were a songwriter, you are compensated for a number of rights. Public performance/mechanicals etc. These rates are set by the government. You can calculate pretty easily where your payout is. But it is ONLY for a few streams.Right now the rates are pretty low, they’ve been set low for a long time.So lets say you are lucky and you are Also the recording artist.well cool! You get another pot of royalty money from the exploitation of your recording which contains your vocal flair, aesthetic energy. It’s great. Those rates are also set, but in a private negotiations. So your rate could be pretty high. Oh you also get lump sums of money against advance so there is cash flow™️. The other advantage is that if you aren’t the songwriter, you can benefit almost seemingly MORE than the writer because you have streams that are attached to you because you offered a “performacne” of it and that is what sticks with audiences. So sadly songs written, stylished and performed by little Richard originally can be re-purposed, re-recorded basically copying and the songwriter is obliged to allow you to do this. In fact publishing companies really can’t give an F. They get additional mechanical royalties but it just *FEELS* wrong. You can copy a Black artists style, voice and dance moves for the profit of your creative pursuit and only compensate them in a monetary way that for the record is *incredibly* low for the sheer amount of value that is being copied? 

That’s the delimemma that i want to paint this week. there are a number of these things that just feel wrong, but due to the protections that the law provides, it is perfectly legal and oftentime encouraged by capitalism to do. So the behavior becomes justified and left alone. 

So value. Where does it come from? How is it recognized in this moment? Who is it taking from? How are they apart of this chain? Do they know or communicate with who they’re coping? The “recorded-music-part” of the music industries future will have to answer these questions. Is it fair? How could it change? Makes me want to work in rights management to really understand how these decisions are getting maid. So maybe a publisher, that new org that is going to disperse mechanicals really really interests me. So maybe I’ll work for them :) 

Alright That’s all for now. Looking to meet more peopleIRL. People have their head in the game. Everyone who I’ve met does have their head in the game, but I can’t wait to meet more. Talk soon. 

[ivyveil]

Axes and Ohs

the one where Harry’s masculinity is validated, Y/N is a needy hoe and adores herself for it, and once again Nick is left to make everything magically work out.

(Harry throwing an axe 100% is the inspiration xoxo)

A/N: This was my most popular series and I’ve decided to re-upload it! :) Check here for the masterlist.

The group chat wasn’t the same after the BBC show aired. 

Y/N was horrendously offended they hadn’t invited her (because that was her fucking day off and they had known it, couldn’t the producers cut out the footage with her anyway?) and was relentlessly switching between passive-aggressively bringing it up and directly informing her boys she was going to ignore them “for the rest of 4ever”. That wouldn’t last long, though, but Y/N felt they weren’t grasping her overall point.

Harry usually replied with “:-(“s and Nick would send memes from 2008. They weren’t very respectful, she felt. Although she was mostly teasing, there was a bit of offense that they hadn’t thought to invite her. Work had been cluttering up her mind for the majority of the week, and she often called Nick at night so they could rant to each other about everything. Cheaper than a therapist, they had both figured. So, Nick knew how stressed she had been, how it bogged down her mind and kept her up at night. How deadlines swarmed against her skull and kept her fingers itching for more work, to get more done. And Nick had promised to organize something, so they could all do something together, and Y/N’s left to find out that him and Harry hung out without her? It’s like Snapchat but worse, because the whole world saw it and was constantly tagging her in the photos.

Her boys eventually decided it would be a nice surprise to bring her to an ax-throwing range, to get her to shut up, and to show what lovely people they were. A quality compromise.

She was pleased with their invitation, even apologizing quietly for her texts, which they readily forgave (because she’s never seriously angry, and Nick more so laughed than got offended by her threats). 

(Harry had taken her seriously after the first text and had called her up immediately, asking quietly in a confused tone if she was OK. Once he found out that yeah, she was fine, she was just thriving off of being difficult as a temporary coping mechanism, he started waving her off.)

And things seemed to be going well, Harry had even made a quick Road Trip playlist for the hour ride out to the range. Nick was the driver, his elbow against the window and his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. Harry was in the passenger seat, rattling off most of the conversation (fairly talkative guy sometimes, once he had enough coffee).

Y/N was in the back, her legs laying out on the seat next to her, her back slouched against the door, ignoring Nick’s reminders to “don’t be an idiot, Y/N, buckle the fuck up” and tossing trail mix every so often at Harry’s hair. Popcorn was the easiest to get caught in his locks, and his grumbling “Hey, stop tha’” as he brushed his fingers through his curls didn’t do much to quell her desire for entertainment.

It was when they were at the range that things start to feel different. The instructions made her nervous. She was never one to have graceful coordination to begin with, and the instructor was extraordinarily patient with her questions. Harry and Nick were goofing around by the edges of the facility, pretending to trip and land on their axes, feeling fairly adequate in their abilities since they had done it before.

Y/N thinks she’s pretty sane. She’s seen those pictures of the clown from IT all over the Internet – the one people are kinky-into? And yeah, no, she’s proper not into that. At all. Zero percent. Murderers are not gonna get it, even in cool sneakers.

But, there’s something disturbingly obscene about Harry with an ax. It was attractive in a completely indecent sense. How serious he became, when it was in his hands, how the light danced against his cheek, against the tip of the ax. How he lined it up so carefully, his eyebrows coming together and his tongue poking through his lips in concentration, his Adam’s apple shifting as he focused. 

It was quite different from Nick, who was tossing the blunted objects like he didn’t have a care in the world. Y/N was stupefied they hadn’t been removed from the facility yet. To his credit, Nick was trying to make Y/N less nervous, because she hadn’t even tried to throw one yet and they’d been there for half an hour. It wasn’t working, obviously.

He felt bad, he truly did, that she had felt so alone lately. Things at her work were stressful, especially since she was fighting against some sexist pricks near the top of the cooperation ladder. He had offered to bring an ax with him, next time he dropped off flowers at the front desk (because he knew that it made Y/N’s whole week), but she had flat-out said no.

Y/N didn’t want to use her rom-com knowledge to advance a particular agenda, but she rationalized that this was an activity she genuinely wanted to get better at. Build up some strength and improve her aim - quality goals. Asking a friend for help was normal, she reckoned. And Harry was taking it more seriously than Nick, so it would be logical to ask him, over her friend who was on his phone, ax held between his thighs.

“H? Could you help me a bit? Can’t get the angle to feel right,” Y/N pointed the ax somewhat at the target, loosening her wrists to keep the ax dangly. Harry quirked his eyebrows at her, his serious expression breaking a bit when he saw how poorly she was doing.

Pete, the instructor who had been hovering around Y/N’s station since the second they arrived, began to raise his hand. Presumably to offer assistance, if his wide eyes and blushing cheeks were a sign, but it just so happened that at that exact moment, Nick dropped an ax on his foot. It was the handle, mind you, but it still led to Nick’s profane slur of choice words to slit the air.

“Fuck, my foot! It’s gone! Agh, ah, shit, damn, motherfucker, ugh, uhhhhhh, wow, wowzers, help, ouchie,” Nick yelped, each onomatopoeia becoming increasingly louder. He grasped onto his ankle firmly and jumped on one foot, hobbling a bit towards the edge of the premise.

Pete had no option but to follow Nick, to talk him down to quit moving so much in order for the employee to get a proper look at the ankle. Nick kept a watchful eye on his friends a few feet over, though, and only dropped his foot when Harry had made his way next to Y/N.

(Funnily enough, Harry and Y/N hadn’t even noticed Nick, they were so wrapped up in their pretense and drama.)

So, Harry cleared his throat and nodded at Y/N, putting down his own ax. He stepped directly behind her, and perhaps it was her wistful imagination but she thought she felt the warmth radiate from his chest to her back. His arms went around hers, hugging against her shoulders and his fingertips grazing against her knuckles. Y/N was painfully aware of how close his lips were to her left ear. 

It was one of those fantasies in her mind she couldn’t turn off, it just began in her mind. It was a continuous loop of one question, of how it would feel like if he leaned in a bit more. If he gently tugged at her ear with his teeth, his arms grazing back up her arms, closer to her body, before down her sides. How would it feel for him to move down her neck, his breath hitching quietly, nipping softly at the skin. And what bothered her the most, was that all these fantasies began when she saw him holding an ax. How fucking rude.

Truthfully, his lips were far enough for it to not seem weird, but in her state of mind Y/N was bound to exaggerate things to herself. Harry had riled her up, and it only grew increasingly more hot under her jumper when she was surrounded by his cologne again.

“Alright, love, let’s see what yeh got,” he was murmuring, and Y/N almost choked on air, before managing to make it a half-cough. She was unsure of what to say, really, so she sort of cleared her throat, a bigger cough, and moved her feet slightly, her ankles bumping against Harry’s toes. His fingers drifted down to align her elbows more, straightening them out to properly inspect the angle.

“Do I just…” she gestured towards the target with her chin, feeling completely uncoordinated and at a loss of how to move. Even less so than before, because at least she had oxygen when Harry was 10 feet away.

“Shhh, give me a mo’.” and he moved her hand to line up the ax better. “Here, yeh see how the target’s lining up with the point, right there?” Y/N nodded, giving a little ‘mhm’, frankly not seeing a difference at all, before turning her head towards him.

A bit of a mistake, though, because her lips grazed his cheek before he had registered what had happened; he was more focused on helping Y/N out than where her face was. 

Harry had been feeling a bit smug, in the way that simultaneously annoyed him, because Y/N was asking for his help, yeah? She wanted him to show her how it was done, because she knew he could do it. It was intoxicating in a boyish manner, that Y/N was asking him for help.

She leaned her head back a bit, moving her lips farther away. The air didn’t feel intimate or sexy to her right then, just awkward and a rush of blood in her ears.

Harry took a step away, biting back a smile as he gestured to the target.

“Go fo’ it.”

“Well, I just…could you…could you do it, once more? Just so I could see,” she held out the ax to Harry, eyebrows coming together in frustration. She had originally asked Harry for help because the selfish part of her heart wanted her to hurt, hurt deep. But she also didn’t want to make a fool of herself. The concerns that had led her to that moment had a foundation of genuity – Y/N had no clue what was going on.

Harry smirked, which made Y/N huff a bit because yes, she accepted he was good, but that was no reason to be a lil dick-shit about it.

He obliged, moving forward and taking the ax from her hands. In the split-second between the transfer over, she almost dropped it (Harry shouldn’t have been so slow, in her defense) and Harry had to stumble forward to catch it properly. Y/N laughed a bit, mumbling apologies, when Harry shot her a faux-upset look.

Without a word, he stepped in front of her to line it up carefully, like how he was doing when Y/N was subtly checking him out. Taking a step forward, and pursing his lips a ridiculous amount, Harry threw the ax. Y/N gulped when she could practically see his back muscles against his shirt. How the fuck did he gain those, being so tiny and cute? Y/N felt, not for the first time, offended by Harry Styles’ existence.

The ax hit the bulls-eye.

Even Nick cheered, from the sidelines, from where he was forcing Pete to bring out the special gauze wrap for his foot. Might even see if he could finagle some crutches outta the establishment, hobble out and get loads of sympathy from his two besties. Y/N clapped loudly, letting out a whoop; several of the other people at the establishment yelled Harry on, as well.

“Nicely done, Styles,” she told him as he sauntered back over to her, his ego pleasantly padded with success.

“I’m a natural,” he sang, and his smile seemed to take up most of his eyes, his eyes crinkling a bit. It was Y/N’s favorite smile of his (not that she had one, no way - but she 100% did). She grinned softly back, turning her face.

“Have you done it before, yeah? Been an expert for a while, I’m guessing,” Y/N mused, half-attempting to get away from having to try it herself, half-enjoying seeing him flush with glee.

“Oh, loads. Ax-murderer, that’s me,” he solemnly agreed, before a giggle came over his lips. He was on an adrenaline rush, it seemed, a small one but enough to keep his fingers moving against his hair, pulling slightly at the roots.

“Dunno if I could kill someone, honest,” he continued, almost seriously considering the possibility, “Think if it came to it, I’d fuck somethin’ up. Trip or whatever. Can’t even get a juice open proper, dunno how I’d do with a knife.”

“No one was talking about knives Harry, just axes. My god, you deeply concern me.” Y/N shook her head, shifting her gaze down towards the ax she was supposed to throw. Just as her fingers wrapped back around the wooden base of it, however, Pete walked up to the couple.

“Um, I’m sorry, but we had to ask your friend to leave? He’s not using the equipment properly, safety hazard,” and he shifted his stare between Harry and Y/N, his hands wringing each other and his bangs sweaty against his forehead.

“Oh shit,” Harry mumbled, reaching in his back pocket to draw out his phone. Sure enough, Nick had blown up the group chat with false allegations against the ax-range, complaining that Harry and Y/N were so wrapped up in each other they had forgotten him, how he felt like he was a child again left behind on the playground, and that axes were for babies anyway and they should try flame throwers next.

“Fuck,” Y/N agreed, before beginning her round of apologies to Pete. Not that she had to apologize for Nick frequently, but in the past there had been enough wild times for Y/N to have some memorized rambles of “sorry”s and “so sorry”s. Pete seemed okay enough, his sad eyes lingering on Y/N more than what either Harry or Y/N were comfortable with, so they left rather quickly.

The two of them walked out towards the garage, where Nick supposedly was waiting with his one crutch (he had grabbed one before making a run for it) and gauzed-foot. Y/N had her jacket bundled up under one arm, and Harry had his underneath his own. The sun had come out and the afternoon was pleasantly warm - Y/N thought about lowering the windows for the ride back.

Not much could explain it. The feelings had been there for whole afternoon, and Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on how to vocalize what he wanted to say. So, shifting his jacket to rest underneath his other arm, his fingers simply reached over to Y/N’s. They intertwined with hers, gently enough for her to pull away if she wanted. Although, for the sake of the hour-long ride home, Harry hoped she wouldn’t. It was (hopefully) casual enough to pass off for friends, but he couldn’t just walk back and do nothing about how fucking adorable she had looked, confused and dazed, surrounded by axes and loud, brash cheers.

Y/N was a bit surprised, to say the least, about how they had gone from throwing axes to holding hands. His was warm, although not clammy thank goodness, and she couldn’t help but notice the dimples that poked through when she tightened her grip. And maybe her own showed, a tiny bit, but who was looking? (Harry. Harry was looking.)

“What are you doing, Haz?” and she laughed quietly, her lower chest tightening a bit and her heart’s speed picking up.

“Just don’t want yeh seeing me as some ax-throwing madman, gotta remind yeh how much of a softie I am,” he replied easily, and if Y/N weren’t so caught up in her own emotions it would have been embarrassingly clear that he had mentally rehearsed those words, crafted his excuse to feel her hand in his.

And so they walked, back to the car, hand-in-hand, each of them stewing in their own thoughts. Perhaps they would excuse their actions, their thoughts and fantasies, by the time Nick dropped off Y/N late that night and drove Harry home. They could say it was just something in the air, something about getting away from the stress of the city. But what ended up staying in both of their minds, when it neared midnight and they were trying to draft out a casual text to the other person - was the multitude of shy smiles they shot at each other, walking back to the car, giddy off of axes and Nick being an idiot.

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[proxylynn]

Lynchtale: File Name Game of Death #5

Chapter 5: All power, little control, some hope, but no care. WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I DON'T OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, THAT BELONGS TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). WHAT I DO OWN IS MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND THE LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR AN ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT, SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you ever have that odd sensation of floating? Like, there's nothing else, it's just space and you're simply drifting with nothing but this warm fuzzy feeling. Feels good. A nice feeling compared to the one I last felt. ...Crap. I've acknowledged this as a dream. That means I'll wake up soon and have to go back to all that other shit again. I hate that flaw of sleep. ...Oh well. Least this time I know I've died and ended up at camp. Worst comes to worst, David is sneaking a feel or Nea will hit me once I'm up. Either way, as long as I'm away from Legion then I'm fine. The last thing I want to see is that skeleton any time soon. Suddenly I feel something. A shift. Hands. God damn it, David, I will beat your ass black and blue! I faintly growl as my eyes struggle to open. "oh, look! she's waking up." I freeze. I don't know this voice. {big fucking deal. ya want a medal?} Another one? {just keep her quite. bones dose not want to be disturbed.} A third voice? Bones? Oh...Oh, fuck my life! I'm not at camp. I crack one eye open and find an overly chipper face grinning at me. And those eyes...light blue orbs with yellow stars for pupils. So full of energy and something else...something forced. His clothing, it's very similar to Bones but different enough to not be confused for him. This one has a pale blue hooded jacket that's fully zipped, the hood covering his head has no white fur around the collar. His shorts are the same color as the jacket, though the sleeves are dark grey, and he has dull grey knee-high socks. He has fingerless gloves too but are super pale blue and only the first two fingers are free from coverage. He spots light blue and pale blue sneakers. He doesn't have tape like Bones did, though he does have what looks like a long light blue scarf that's wrapped around his waist and tied into a bow on his back. Yet, of course, you can't forget the random splotches of blood that seem to make it look even better. "hello, human. did you sleep well?" Fully awake and trying not to freak out, I merely nod. It makes that grin of his stretch even wider. "good. i tried to make sure you were comfortable." Letting my senses come back, I find myself being cradled in this skeleton's lap and we are nestled by a fire pit. The fire that sits in the center of the chalet of their territory. Mount Ormond Resort. Ormond was once a small, remote ski town with idyllic slopes, but its resort turned obsolete when a deluxe ski village was built on Mount Richards less than two hours away. Mount Richards offered fresh slopes with luxurious stores and hotels, which crushed Mount Ormond's isolated, decrepit facilities. The fate of the mountain worsened when a mining project took interest in the coal present at its summit. The mountaintop was lined by explosives to extract coal seams from under it. The project caused public outrage and was stopped midway. Mount Ormond is now a soulful, deforested graveyard where gangs and teenagers go looking for trouble. Some people say that the mountain hides a darkness, a bottomless hole from where no one can return. And they aren't wrong. Legion lives here. "can you heal yourself?" Realization kicks in. I'm still injured. Of course, killers can't heal. So how have I not died this whole time? "well?" "Um...May I ask you something?" "sure." "Why am I not dead?" "oh, that's easy. you humans stop bleeding when held. so i figured i'd keep you in my arms till you woke up and do that yourself." "Oh...Makes sense." "also, you seemed cold. so i moved us over to the fire." "...Thank you." "but again, you can heal yourself...right?" "Yeah. Just...give me a moment to process this." "process what?" "The overly nice behavior. The general kindness. The attention to care and consideration. In short, and I mean no disrespect, but either you're so sweet it's unbelievable or you are trying way too hard to make me like you." {if ya call being a little bitch boy sweet, then it's the first one.} The second voice pulls my attention. Looking over my shoulder, there's another skeleton lounging sideways on a recliner and playing with his blade. But he's slightly transparent like a specter. This one, this is the killer you expect to find in Hot Topic. There is no blue on this one. Black, red, and yellow are his colors. Like a deadly snake. His eyes are wicked. Golden orbs surrounded by red filled sockets. And those teeth, it's like looking at the mouth of a shark but both bottom canine teeth are longer, protruding, and covered in gold. A red collar highlights his neck and the metal spikes add toughness. At first glance, he doesn't seem to have gloves, but he does, he's made finger-less gloves out of bandages. The jacket is black, a single red stripe runs down the length of each sleeve, the zipper teeth are like the golden fangs in his mouth, and the bottom hem has this red band with what looks like a silver bullet pattern. The jacket is also unzipped completely but form-hugging, so while you can see his rib cage he'd need to move around more to really expose it. He has matching black pants that, like Bones, he's rolled up the legs to his knees, showing off some of his tibia and fibula. The rest of his leg is covered by long scrunched black socks that can't go further than the top of the calf-high red combat boots, sporting yellow laces. Blood really shows on this guy but it matches him so well you could easily mistake it for design. As for the weapon he's playing with, it's a chained blade. One end locks it as a ring around his middle right finger in the shape of bone top, the gold chain coils around his arm to cross his back and coils down his left arm to where the bone-shaped metal knife is spinning in his left hand. "i am not! you're just a jerk!" {oooh, such strong language. ya sure showed me who's boss. *scoff* dumbass.} The blue skele-boy holding me pouts. "you're so mean." I am having a hard time understanding what is going on. Am I being punk'd? I feel like they're punking me. {your confusion is natural, human.} Oh right, there was a third voice. This one is a bit harder to find, I can't see him till he stands up behind what looks like a snack bar, apparently rummaging around for something. This one...He gives me chills. He looks like Bones yet...is off. He wears a blue jacket with a single white strip going down the sleeves, the hood is super fluffy with its furry rim, it's not zipped fully so his ribs are showing a bit, black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides, and short white socks in blue tennis shoes. His clothing is like the others, stained with blood. But that's not the scary part. It's his face. His physical appearance is what truly makes him stand out from the other. His bones appear weak as if he hadn't eaten anything for many years. His left eye glows blood-red while his right eye socket is completely black. He's got a big cracked hole on the top-left spot of his head and his smiley grin is wide and psychotic looking. The bone-shaped handle of a meat cleaver sticks out of a pocket on his left side. {we are not what your kind would see as normal.} He inspects a bottle but finds it empty and tosses it behind him into a wall, somehow not breaking it. "Not sure about that. You seem okay so far." Blue boy pokes into my wound and I yelp at his intruding digit. "please, if you would heal yourself now, it would be appreciated." "*wince* Alright, alright, sorry." He stops and I start the weird process of healing. At least with a medkit it makes sense. But somehow rubbing my hands across the injury for long enough undoes the damage. The Entity doesn't seem to understand how medicine and anatomy work. Occasionally I notice my "capture" watching this with interest. No clue if they can be taught how to heal but if possible I don't see anything bad about it. "wowzers. the hole is closing up. and all you're doing is rubbing it?" "Yeah. Makes no sense but if it works I can't knock it." Once the hole closes I do feel a bit stronger. Though the blood might take a bit longer to come to me. "all better now?" "For the most part. Sorry for the inconvenience...um..." I totally spaced on how I don't know these guys' names. I gently get off of him and rub my head like an idiot. "Sorry, I don't know your names. Just Bones. And he didn't mention you guys by name when we first met." "no harm done, human." The blue boy leaps to his feet and strikes an "I'm so cool" pose. "you may me boo." Why do I suddenly have the urge to call him boo-berry? "the potty mouth over there is chops." He points to the edge lord on the chair and said edge lord snarls while flipping us off. {piss off.} Such a charmer. "and mister doom over there is dead eye." The hungry one makes eye contact with me and after a moment of no emotion being expressed, he smiles but in an "I watch you sleep" kind of way with a slow wave hello. I force a nervous smile and wave back. His grin widens and I make a mental note to never be on that one's bad-side. "and together with bones, we make up the legion." "Nice to meet you all. Though, if it's okay to ask, where is Bones?" {that's none of your business, bitch.} {he is resting upstairs.} {mother fucker, don't undermine me in front of the meat!} Dead Eye pays Chops no mind. "after we got you here, he said and i quote...i'm so tired." {he said he was fucking tired.} "you know i don't swear." {pussy.} "jerk. you understood what i meant, right human?" I nod. "see? you don't have to curse all the time to explain things." {whatever, bitch boy.} Boo pouts and stomps his foot in annoyance. I can't help the small giggle that sneaks out at the childish act. "anyway, i bet you're wondering why you're here." Oh yeah, that is a thing. "It was a thought in the back of my head, yeah. But I figured Bones wanted to kick my butt in the privacy of his home turf." {no dice, meat. that was my idea.} Why is that not surprising even though I just met this guy? "actually, you were brought here so we could talk." "Talk?" "yes. see...we need your help." I fold my arms. "Forgive me if I find that a bit hard to believe." {you have trust issues.} Dead Eye suddenly speaks into my ear and I nearly jump into the fire from shock. This reaction has Chops laughing his bony ass off and Dead Eye smiling in amusement. Damn specter moved silently and fast for that. Boo comes to me and puts an arm around my back in comfort. "are you okay?" "Yeah. *shaky breath* D-Dude got me good. Nearly jumped out of my skin." Dead Eye's smile never falters. Yet his eye holds a stronger intent. I don't like it. {good one, creep show. maybe next time you can actually skin this kitten and we get some lady bone action.} That remark makes Dead Eye sneer. {do not call me that name. and there would be no point...} He turns away moving to examine a messy bookshelf. {it is not like you would know what to do even if you managed to get a female.} That stung Chops, he gets out of his seat and flings his blade into the shelf to make his point. {don't talk shit, freak. if you're gonna dis me, then have the balls to do it to my face!} The death glare shot to Chops is heart-stopping. {do not call me that word. you will not like what will happen if you do. this is your last warning.} Chops exchanges glares with Dead Eye before scoffing and yanking the weapon back effortlessly. {ya ain't worth the trouble.} They go about their previous activities as if nothing happened. I just look at Boo confused. "don't worry. this is normal." "If you say so." "here, let's go over there." Boo leads me away from the fire and we sit over by the stairs. Giving the other two their space. "so, like i was saying, we need your help." "Not sure how, but I'll bite. How?" "see...the thing is, when bones made that deal in the trial with you and carved our tag into you, he broke a rule set up by the others." "Go on." "um...from what i understand, he enacted claim of obsession when he cut you." "You'll have to forgive me. I know not the laws made by you guys." He rubs his jaw in thought. "if memory serves me right, the right of obsession was giving three main steps for a killer to have claim on a certain human. the first being the expression of intent to the group." "And he didn't do that, right?" "right. if anything, he did step three first then step one." "What was step three?" "leaving your mark on the target of obsession. be it mentally, physically, or emotionally." Memory has me look down the collar of my shirt. It's faint. Like stretchmarks. I can still see the lettering. "Yep. That step was achieved." "now we need to do step two. that one requires doing certain challenges when in trials with the target of obsession. that being you." I rock a bit. "So you boys need me to be in the loop and go along with this to make it easier. Correct?" He nods. "pretty much. there are no set challenges to do. the others come up with them at random. so there's no time to get ready once told what they are." "And how many are there?" "i believe there will be anywhere from three to five. the difficulty will be random as well." I ponder over this. "i must say, human, you're taking this better than we guessed." I stop rocking. "I like to think I am more excepting than most. But don't think my calm means I'm agreeing right off the bat." He puts his hands up. "fair enough. this is a bit crazy." "That and you haven't told me what I get out of this." He tilts his head. "i'm sorry?" "What benefits me in helping you? Granted, I think I know the answer, yet you've been straight forward so far and I'm hoping your nice-guy act is more real than fake." This has him lean back on his hands. He's quiet now. So my suspicion was right. This is less of a "this helps us both" type deal and more of a "this helps only one of us" thing. I guess some things never change even in this place. "honestly...i'm not sure." Okay, that's more than expected. "it's not that i'm saying nothing. it's more because i don't know. no one else that's tried claiming obsession rights has ever gotten past step two. plus, no other human has been willing to cooperate with monsters before." "No other human can communicate with monsters either, so that helps too." "true. so...are you willing to help?" I take a deep breath through my nose followed by a long exhale. "...Okay." His sockets widen. "really?" I nod. "But...I want some reassurance." "such as?" I offer my hand. "You probably have to talk this over with the others, but if we're doing this, I'd like it if we weren't just killer and target. But partners." He looks at me funny. "partners?" "I cover your back and you cover mine. Seems fair if you ask me." He looks at me and then my hand. "i want to...but..." I pull my hand back. "I get it. Baby steps. No rush here, buddy." He springs to his feet. "i'm not high up in the chain of command. i'm bottom tier." He looks over at his companions. "if they agree with you, it won't mean anything. bones is the leader. and they only listen to him." "If you're valued so low, then why give you this important job of talking with me?" He looks down at me. "because i'm the nice guy. the other two wouldn't deal with a human like this." He starts to step away. "you can stay if you want. my part is done." Well...that's a load of crap. "You shouldn't do that." He turns back. "do what?" "Putting yourself down. Because clearly, what you just said is shit." That gets his attention as I stand up. "You're more important than you give credit. You even said it yourself, the other two wouldn't have done this right. Bones trusted this to you. Remember that whenever you feel like you don't matter. You can do something they can't." His blank expression only adds to the dumb feeling washing over me for the shit that I just vomited out. I'm not sure if I've ever felt more embarrassed. Is this dumber than attempting to kiss that boy that liked me in taekwondo? Or that time I cried in sixth grade because my Digimon cards were stolen? Or during that same school year, I took choirs and sang "My Heart Will Go On" from Titanic even though I didn't like the movie? Fuck my childhood was weird. Just when my brain begins to flip the "apologize you idiot" switch I hear...chuckling? "heheh...that was really sappy. like...really really sappy." Yep. I'm a massive dork. A massive blushing dork. "Yeah. Sorry about that. It just...happens sometimes." He comes back over to me and I think he'll do something in a chummy way. Instead...he bashes his forehead into mine and I fall back into some debris. "it's a shame you're human." Trying to shove off this stuff is a pain but manageable. "*grunt* Why's that?" He smirks. "you're cute. that's why." I...I have nothing to say. I'm just utterly flabbergasted. "like i said...you can stay if you like." He walks off and I can't move. Every synapse in my brain died...and I can't figure out why. Why did he say that? Why did it affect me? Is he just messing with me? Is he for real? Why is this bugging me?! {you seem lost.} Dead Eye once more pops up beside me and I slam back into the debris. "Jesus fuck! How the hell do you do that?" He grins. {it is not my fault that you do not pay attention.} Once more I claw off this broken crap. "I take it you heard our talk then?" {i heard enough. hehe...partnership with a human? you are a gutsy creature.} I wipe some moisture off my face to find blood. Damn Boo hits hard. "I take it you don't like the idea." {on the contrary. i like the thought of having someone like you around.} And suddenly my creepy senses are tingling. "Dare I ask...why?" He comes closer. I move back. {i have been so bored...} He moves fast, pinning me back with his hands on either side of my face. {so very bored.} That eye. The hidden intent it holds, so strong and intimidating. Its gaze is paralyzing. And he knows it. {you are afraid of me. i see it in your eyes.} He leans in more. {it is my appearance. my face frightens you.} Suddenly...clear thought returns. "Actually...You look fine to me." This gets him. {wh...what?} "The thing about you that scares me is not your looks. Though it does add to it." That intensity of his dies down a bit. {then what is it?} "I can't tell what you'll do." His face is flat. Seemingly lost in his thoughts. I know not what part clicks on. But some moronic place in my head has the nerve to reach up for his face. Of course, I hesitate. Especially when his sight darts to my hand. Yet he doesn't move or say a word. Slowly, I try to touch his skull but my hand goes through him, giving off a cold sensation. An act that gets his grin to come back. {a brave move from a gutsy creature like yourself. but you should know that only one of us can have control of the body at a time.} The gears turn in my head. A sight that makes him snicker. {that is right. i am not physically present. neither is chops or bones. not as long as boo has the body. this place. outside of trial. this is the only time we can be seen outside of having the body.} Something foreboding comes to me. I should keep my mouth shut. But when have I ever done that? "Why are you telling me this?" The look of psychotic delight. Something I haven't seen outside of fiction. It's utterly terrifying. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...} He leans into my ear. {i will not be gentle.} He backs away and loves the view of me visibly shivering. {oh yes. my boredom ends now. you are just what i need.} He leaves me and frankly, I'm not sure whether I've fucked myself up royal by agreeing to this. The saying goes that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But with friends like these who's to say who my enemy really is? Yet what choice do I have? Either the humans that treat me like dirt or the monsters that do that too but are honest about it. Oh, what a messed up life I live. [AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE] Tension is mounting among the humans. One antsy guy is not handling the current lack of his gal pal well and his pacing from one edge of camp to punch a tree to then do the same thing on the other side is starting to work on some people's nerves. "David, we know you're in a mood, but I don't think that's helping." David glares at Dwight. "And just what do you think I should do? Go out there with no clue where to bloody go? Did you really think I 'adn't thought of that when she fuckin' ran off?!" "Ease off him, man." Meg stands up for a trembling Dwight. "We get it. You're pissed. But you don't have to unload on Dwight..." Dwight feels respect. "He's got enough issues as it is." Well, that lasted all of four seconds. A new daily best. "Lil' grrl, don't tell me 'ow to vent. If I wanna rip that shrimp a new arsehole, then I'm gonna get loud and tear into him like fat fucker at an all you can eat joint." "Please don't." Dwight utters with the confidence of a man strapped into the electric chair with less than a minute left on the clock. "Yeah, please don't." Claudette mutters now broken from her thoughts. "Can we not turn on each other? It's only playing into the Entity's favor." Jeff adds while poking a stick into the everlasting bonfire. "The way I see it..." "No one asked you, Nea." Bill cuts Nea off. "All I'm saying..." "Shut it, cunt!" "Fuck you, cockney bastard!" "You wanna go, bitch? Come on then, let's 'ave it! I don't give a shit if yer a grrl. I'll kick yer arse just as hard!" "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there. There is nothing that makes hitting a woman okay...Unless she's possessed by a demon and trying to devour your soul." Ash attempts using reason. "Wait...What if a woman has killed one of her children and is about to kill the second? Are you telling me it's still wrong to hit her to save the child?" Jane questions things, as is her talk show nature. "Uh..." "Stand down, Ash. There is no right answer." Adam pats Ash's shoulder. "It's a vicious cycle. Women want to be treated the same as men yet still want to be treated differently when it comes to certain things." Ace states with a shrug and earning glares from every female around him. "Oh don't even try to shame me. You can't tell me you want the same crap guys don't get away with but you do." "Name one thing we women get away with but guys don't." Kate demands and Ace tips his shades. "Flirting to get free stuff." "...Name two things." "*sigh* I hate my gender." Min groans into her palm. As dumb as this exchange was, and continued to be as some keep it going, it did do one thing well. It's made David not want to fight Nea. Though...It's made David leave camp to fight something else. Something that will last longer than annoying bitch and get some pent up emotions out. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] Since Boo gave me the option and I figure it looks better for me to do so, I have remained at the lodge with the four of them...well...three due to Bones still resting upstairs. I pretty much stay around Boo because he seems the most stable. Chops I'm unsure of. He's got attitude and a smart mouth, but he doesn't seem to want to bother with me. I'm cool with this. Dead Eye, however, I wish he'd stop eyeing me and making me uncomfortable even while he's across the room. Right now at least I can do something rare...relax. Even if it's short-lived. Being able to lounge by the fire and chat with Boo is refreshing. With David, he'd be hitting me with yet another flirt or one-liner or random story that makes him seem so cool. But Boo? Other than calling me cute one time he's been normal. Sure Boo's stories kind of involve the murder of the others at camp, sometimes getting the other two to add their own comments, yet it just comes off as common as someone talking about a pleasant day they had. I guess a bonus to this would be learning how they tend to attack in a trial. Who knows? It could pay off later. "so what do you think? was i unfair?" "Heck no. All four had flashlights and were blinding you every second while pallet bashing your skull. The ones you caught deserved being hooked." "so i wasn't being too harsh?" "Not at all." Chops scoffs. {bet ya wouldn't be saying that if you were on the hook.} I shrug. "If I'm being a turd, by all means, call me out and hook me. I won't complain about how karma works." {not even if you're right outside the gate and then get whacked?} "Hmmm...Maybe I'd be a little salty over it. But if you caught me than I wasn't giving it my all in the first place. So it's my fault." {...i can't tell if you're fucking with me or not.} {she is not.} Dead Eye interjects. {and how the hell would ya know?} {simple...what reason would she have to lie?} Chops opens his mouth but then rolls over in his seat. {yeah, whatever.} I look at Boo. "Is he always so cheerful or is this an off day?" Boo covers his mouth as he snickers. "no...heh...that's just how he is. you get used to it." "If that's the case, how do you know when he's really mad if this is his norm?" "easy...he doesn't talk when that mad." Note to self, if Chops isn't willing to talk than get the ever-loving fuck away from him. "but don't worry about it. only one human has ever made him that mad before." I bet it was Nea. "Do you know who it was?" {it was that jackass with the rose tattoo behind his ear. mother fucker thought it was funny to shove firecrackers in my pants when i got pallet stunned. heh...i sure showed him a thing or two.} Wait...David? For real? "What happened?" The tone in Chops's voice carries the ring on smug satisfaction hidden on his likely grinning face. {when i got him on the hook...i spilled his guts. the bastard learned to not pulled anything stupid like that shit again.} And now this feels weird. Thank god they have no clue about me being close to David. Otherwise, I think they'd be a lot less cool with me. {ya wouldn't pull any stunt like that...} He turns enough to give me a look. {would ya, meat?} I throw my hands in the air. "Dude, I get wrecked just doing basic junk. I ain't no masochist." I hardly see the faint smirk he gets before ignoring all life again. {smart meat. that's new.} "i think he likes you." "Better that than hating me." "and dead eye really likes you." I really wish he didn't. "How can you tell?" "i've never seen him smile so much. see?" Boo points and I crane my neck to see the monster in question looking at me like I'm a happy meal. Why? Why do I pull in such things? There's a sound not made by any of us. The sound of a doorknob being turned and squeakily opened. It's gotta be Bones but this confuses me as, if he's not physically solid, how can there be inaction with physical matter? Astral projection of the soul maybe? More Entity bullshit? Such thought leaves me once he leaves the room and peers out over the railing. The dark blue glow of his eyes in the shadow of his hood is spooky in a cool way. {boo...} "y-yes?" Poor guy is rattled. I guess Bones really does hold a lot of power. {did you do what i asked?} "yes, i did. and she said she'd go along with us." Pause for thought. {...then why is she still here?} Reasonable question. Yet not reasonably answered. Why, brain? Why you make me do stupid things? "Gooooood morning, bonehead." The others look at me as if I'll be shot. Bones just looks indifferent before slowly descending to the ground floor. {again...why are you still here?} "Nice to see you too." He glares. "i told her she could stay if she wanted. it's not like there are more trials for this feed cycle." Feed cycle? Is that how they measure time? {go back to your camp.} Okay, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "What's wrong, buddy? Did you have a bad dream?" I ask sincerely. But Bones growls at me. Boo is worried. Dead Eye and Chops are intrigued. {go away.} I turn to Boo. "Did I do something wrong?" Boo readies to speak but quickly hushes himself. His eyes darting away in submission to Bones' leer. {you've agreed to help already. you have no other business here. so get back to camp with the rest of the humans where you belong.} Where is this hostility coming from? "Bones, I..." {just go!} I feel it...That pain of being used only to be discarded. Well...No more. I refuse to feel that again. I take Boo by the hand and begin to take him with me as I head outside. This doesn't go without incident from a fast-moving Bones. {what the hell do you think you're doing?} "If you want to be cranky, fine. Boo has the body and if he leaves the realm then you can't intimidate him into being quiet." {the hell is wrong with you, woman?!} "Me? What's wrong with you? I haven't done anything wrong. Yet you're being a dick for no reason." I can only imagine what the faces of the others look like as I keep eye contact with Bones. {i'm being a dick? you're the one dragging him into this.} I freeze. Déjà vu smacking me hard. Flashbacks to my parents arguing leading to the divorce. I release Boo's hand in shock. "I'm so sorry." He doesn't say a word. He just slowly goes back inside. {now go. we'll contact you when needed.} He follows Boo but... "Bones..." He didn't have to. He could've kept going. But he looks back. "Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong" {we have nothing to talk about.} Time to feel awkward again. "I'm sorry." His attitude lessens slightly. {you're sorry?} "That stuff I said...you know...before you started kicking my ass. I didn't mean to say that shit." I rub my arm shyly. "I don't know you or what you've gone through. It was a bitch move made at the moment to just lump you among the other jerks that mess with me. Can you forgive me?" Now he's the shocked one. {...you're serious?} I nod. {...the hell is wrong with you?} Well, that went as fine as I figured. {i kicked you within inches of death over some dumb remark and you're apologizing to me?} I merely shrug. "That's the gist of it, yes." I can't tell if the odd look he's giving is made in confusion or disgust at my ineptitude. {you are by far the oddest human i have ever met.} I merely give a weak smile. "I prefer quirky." He sighs and shakes his head. I take it as my cue to leave. But I have one last bit to say. "You know...You could've just asked." {huh?} "This whole thing with bringing me here and having Boo tell me about helping you with the obsession rights. You could've just asked me and I would've listened." He looks elsewhere. {no you wouldn't. not after the crap i pulled.} I step a bit closer. "You don't know that." {*scoff* you're telling me you'd give two shits about helping me after being stabbed?} "Dude, I get why you did it. The others were pushing your buttons and you snapped. It happens. I don't hold it against you." He gets in my face. {do you think this makes us cool? that telling me this will do anything?} I shrug. "Just being real with you. It's the foundation of any real trust. And if we're to work together in these trials..." I offer my hand out to him. "I'd prefer being on the level with my partner." He just stares at it. I may have pushed this on him too soon. {i can't shake on it.} "I know. Dead Eye already freaked me out about the whole 'not really here' thing. It's more of a symbolic gesture." The mention of Dead Eye seems to bug him yet it's ignored. {no, i mean, i can't shake because how do i know i can truly believe you?} I give him a flat face. "Dude...I could've run away at any point and told you lot to piss off. After everything, I'm still here. Trying as no human has. I've helped you once before. Can you truly say you doubt me?" The longer he avoids eye contact the more it strangely hurts. "Bones..." He finally looks at me as my other hand is placed over where he cut me and say what he wants to hear. "I belong to Legion." We remain like this for some time. Just staring at each other as words sink in. Suddenly...I feel it. A slight cold sensation on my hand as he takes ghostly hold of it. {your life is mine...lynsie.} I smile. His use of my name, something easily forgotten by most and replaced with nicknames, feels so unnaturally amazing. Wow, I'm pathetic if that's all it takes to win me over. Acknowledgment. It's all anyone wants. "Now and forever." {gay!} Chops shouts from inside. "Look, I know it's girly and cliché as fuck. But I ain't taking it back, edgy boy." There's quiet. {the fuck did ya just call me?!} Bone's snickers. {ignore him. i swear he gets off on attention.} "So...Are we cool?" He rubs the back of his head. {for now. i guess.} "Then...I can stay? Just a bit longer?" {why do you even want to?} This has me looking at the ground in wariness. {you're not sure they'd take you back even if you're like this. right?} Bones is right. There is no guarantee. I'll probably be let back in the campsite but I won't be trusted. They know the danger I am and now...now they know I will act on it. There won't be trust. Only suspicion on when I'll turn. When I'll kill any of them for just agitating me the wrong way. There will be a few that might be willing to overlook this danger. Yet it'll never be the same. "Yeah." He looks at me and then heads inside. {do what you want. just don't be annoying.} It's a small step. But every adventure starts with one. [IN THE SURVIVOR'S FOREST] Things aren't going well for David. Wandering the woods in search of a killer to take his frustration out on has not given him the satisfaction he craved. In fact...he's gotten himself lost. Resulting in only more building annoyance. Any sound triggers him to go attack it. A lot of ridiculous assaults on shrubbery and attempts to catch crows. One miserable pointless action and failure after another. All of which culminates in him beating his fists into the ground till his knuckles bleed and threaten to leave the cover of flesh. "Arrrgh! This ain't fair! It ain't! You can't do me wrong like this! A more than decent bird shows up in this 'ellhole and what do you do?! You make 'er into a fuckin' monster!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Piss! Piss on all of it! Do you hear me?! PISS!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Give 'er back, damn it! Give 'er back to me!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "She's not a monster! She's not yers! She's mine!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... *LOW-PITCH YELP* In his fit, David failed to keep his guard and alertness up. Forgetting that some monsters have the skill of Undetectable in their power, a skill that keeps the Terror Radius and Red Stain from being, well, detected. While surprised, David sees enough to size up this opponent. The odds aren't good. It's Shape. "*wince* Oi! Fuck off, you flamin' tosser!" Shape, of course, says nothing. He swings his knife with his large range and David has to Dead Hard to get out of the way while negating any hit that might have happened. The chase begins. One that won't last long in his current condition. There are many monsters David has no trouble taking on. But this one? Even the most hardcore fighters know there's no shot of victory in tussling with something that doesn't give in to pain. As his spine begins to chill David grits his teeth in hate. Not at the monster about to cut him down. Nor the Entity for tangling a good thing in his face. No, he hates himself for being unable to do anything. He couldn't hold on to her. He couldn't help her. He couldn't keep his head straight. He couldn't be stronger. And he couldn't outrun the inevitable. *LOW-PITCH YELL* Add being face down in the dirt to the list of things he hates. "Just get it over with. I was bleedin' lost anyway." Shape looks down at him and shrugs, picking David up by the throat before plunging the knife up into his chest. With every fiber of his being wanting to live David beats on Shape's shoulder and tries to pull the knife out by pushing on Shape's wrist. Sadly for David, Shape is far stronger than he'll ever be. Shape pulls the knife out to then thrust it back in with more force, enough for the blade to go through bone to pop out his back. Massive internal damage takes its toll instantaneously. David's eyes roll back into his head and Shape discards the limp body as if were a toy cast aside by a bored child. To camp he shall go and alone he shall remain. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] I've made up with Boo by letting him play with my hair. I'll regret it later due to knots, but it makes him happy. So far he's been trying to braid it while I sit on the floor in front of him and when his fingertips scrape my scalp I try hard not to purr at the pleasantness of it. Though he often has to remind me to lean forward as I subconsciously lean back into him. Bones and Dead Eye don't seem to care about this friendly display. But Chops? He has some words about it. {getting awfully cozy with us, aren't ya?} Bones told me to ignore him, so I do. He glares. {bitch, don't ignore me.} I keep my eyes to the ground until he storms over and kneels to be in my face. {ya don't want to piss me off, meat. ya won't like being on my bad side.} Don't say anything stupid! For the love of God don't be stupid! {well? say something!} "chops..." {stay out of this. this is between me and the meat.} "I have a name." {*scoff* like i give a shit.} "Is that what your reflection said when you looked in the mirror?" A chill not from the snow enters. Chops' sockets widen. And I know mistakes were made. {did ya just...} {hey, chops, why not go outside and ice that burn.} {heh...nice one.} Bones and Dead Eye adding in only makes it worse. Chops gets a little flustered but is super mad now. {think ya can start shit and get away with it? nuh-uh. ya don't want any of this.} He cracks his knuckles and I mentally kick myself. What did I get sucked into? {your family tree must be a cactus. because you're a massive prick.} Oh...Oh damn. {come on, meat. try me.} I really don't want to. But with eyes all on me I feel forced. I tap Boo's leg. "This might get nasty. Sorry for the words I'm about to say." Boo stops. "Alright then...*ahem* The only way you'd ever get laid is if you're rammed up a chicken's ass and wait." Chops is surprised. {hmmm...seems the meat is going to give you a bad time.} Chops snarls at Bones's comment. {the hell she is...they broke the mold when ya were born. one retarded defect is bad enough.} A bottle is thrown across the room. {dis off!} Bones is more into this than he should. I guess I should get my head in this game then. "You're the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard." {your gene pool needs chlorine.} "That insult was about as dense as a black hole." {karma takes too long. i'd rather just beat the shit out of ya now.} {oh snap!} Bones is acting like a hypeman. It's hard to not laugh at his enthusiasm. "It's better to let someone think you're stupid than opening your mouth and proving it true. Case in point..." {of course i talk like an idiot. how else would ya understand me?} "I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass." {ooooh!} At this point, Boo and Dead Eye are now an audience to this wacky show. {i guess ya prove even god has a sense of humor in making mistakes.} "Stop trying to be a smart ass. You're just an ass." {if ya really spoke your mind, you'd be speechless.} "Shock me by saying something intelligent." {why don't ya slip into something more comfortable...like a coma.} Bones gets in close. "If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ." He then jumps up like a firework. I motion for a timeout. "Dude, is he okay?" {*sigh* he gets this way sometimes. makes him look like a fucking psycho.} Bones stops and puts his hands in his pockets before whistling innocently. I shrug and we resume. {so how'd ya get here? is there a zoo missing their exhibit?} "Did a thought cross your mind? That must've been quite the arduous adventure." {it looks like your face caught fire and someone put it out with a hammer.} "I wasn't born with enough fucks to give to that weak insult." {i don't really think you're stupid. ya just have shitty luck when it comes to thinking.} "Roses are red, violets aren't blue. I've got five fingers, and the middle one is for you." {if you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.} "If you're the pretty one. That means I'm the smart one." {calling ya an idiot would be an insult to stupid people.} "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still an option." {i could explain why you're dumb, but i don't have the time or crayons.} "I thought this was a battle of wits. So why are you unarmed?" {the only thing that would ever fuck you is life.} "If life did fuck me, it would still do a better job than you." Chops growls at that line. I'm beginning to suspect he might have issues there. I feel bad about it. "Sorry. I didn't mean..." {i wouldn't fuck ya if ya were the last vagina in existence. in fact, i'd fuck myself before ever thinking of doing ya.} Okay...Don't push that button on him ever again. Best take this battle of words back into silly town. "You're about as useful as tits on a pigeon." {i'd call ya a cunt but you're not warm or deep.} That one stuns me for a second. Not that it hit hard but more like it made me think about it. "Huh...Never heard that one before. Bravo. Very creative." He smirks smugly, his mood getting better. {heh...had enough yet?} "Maybe. Honestly, this is kinda fun. But I think I still got something that might get you." {then bring it on, girly.} "Alright...You're so inbred that you're a sandwich." That one makes him pause. {what...the fuck?} "I know. That one's weird compared to pigeon tits." {it wasn't bad. it was just...} "Confusing?" {yeah.} "My bad." {screw it. i'm ending this now before ya say something else mood ending.} "That's what she said." My playful finger guns are met with his disinterested scowl. {don't ever bother playing hard to get. no one will ever want ya. period. and i ain't insulting ya either. i'm describing ya. ya miserable pile of unwanted trash.} Ouch. Like...OUCH. He saved one hell of a bomb for last, a dang nuke. There's no recovery for that. "Dude...That's not funny." {ah what's wrong, meat? did i hit a nerve?} He doesn't sound spiteful or sarcastic. Calmer than anything else. It's odd. {gotta say...ya got some good game. better luck next time.} He gets up and goes off somewhere. I'm still too devastated to pay attention. I turn to Boo who has a pitiful expression. "that was just uncalled for." "Did I upset him? I said sorry." "as mean as that was, i think he didn't mean it. he sounded...nice." "Still..." Chops' verbal lashing hit hard. Cutting deep at insecurities I don't like to acknowledge. "I should probably go. I've bothered you guys enough." Boo pouts. "do you have to?" {i thought you could not go back?} Dead Eye comments as he looks out at the snow blowing inside. {yeah, she's kind of screwed...} Bones plops down in a chair. {not accepted on either side. a killer to the humans and an oddity to the monsters. there's no middle ground for her to walk. in other words...she's boned.} I hate this. He's right. And the feeling I was hoping to forget comes back. Being stuck and unable to move. Like I'm a puppet on strings that are suddenly cut and I can no longer function. It scares me. "so...she's staying?" {if she's smart she'll stay. be a waste with those worms.} {dunno. that's on her.} {it begs the question...what are you going to do, human?} I feel my heart begin to speed up. I'm beginning to freak out. I've never had panic attacks. But this feels like it. Rapid, pounding heart rate. Trembling or shaking. Chills. Hot flashes. Chest pain. And a growing headache. Boo being behind me doesn't like this. "um...guys? she's not doing so well." Now they're all looking at me. This attention. It's adding pressure. I can feel it. That surge of power. That corrupting influence boring into my being. The Entity is getting to me! {she don't look so good. like a nut about the crack.} {boo, get ready to switch control when i say so.} They watch. They just watch while I grip my head and try to keep control over this demanding force. This feeling of being internally detached from everything that I am. I'm losing it. I'm losing this battle of control and it's terrifying. My throat is squeezing itself yet I'm hyperventilating noises like a frightened beast. I can't take it. This stress...I can't take it! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! {is she gonna change?} "guys, i'm freaking out!" {shush. just wait for it.} This time...It feels different. Probably because this was done out of trial. I feel the stretching of my bones. The extending of my nails. The contortion of certain parts. And the heightening of my senses. Yet the thing that doesn't have much feeling is my mind. It's numb. Uncomfortably numb. Like dizziness or faintness. Whatever you want to call this dull tingling in my brain. This transformation doesn't seem to phase Bones all that much. The others, however... {holy fucking ass crackers!} {so...this is what nurse got to see?} "*uncomfortable* d-do i move? am i safe?" I don't move from my spot. Being brain numb makes me slow. Simple. More prone to impulsive action than complex thought. But I'm not mindless. Just a little dull with no objective like in a trial. *SNAP-SNAP* Bones snaps his fingers and gets my attention. {come here.} I'm hesitant. Mostly because trying to move from a flat sitting position with altered limbs is like a baby deer crossing a frozen pond. I end up crawling and even then it's not graceful. {look at you...pathetic.} I'm taken back by his sudden tone. {you have no idea how to control this power.} "This is my second time." {in the same day and not by choice. you're letting your emotions get the better of you and that's what the entity preys on. you need to control this power and not let it control you.} My gaze is cast to the ground with a weak whimper. "don't do that." I look back at Boo. "he isn't trying to make you feel bad. if left alone and you do this a few more times, you probably end up being some simple animal. the entity doesn't want animals. it wants beasts. monsters. things that think as well as kill. and failed killers are cast into the void." "But...I don't want to kill. I don't want to hurt anyone." {then get your ass ready for the void. ya can't say no to the entity. bad shit happens when ya do.} Chops makes a point. {consider yourself blessed, human. the others would not be so willing to aid you like this.} Dead Eye says his thoughts. {true. if we were like the others, we'd turn you over to the doctor and have him figure your power out. he likes to be hands-on with all things he finds...interesting.} There's this melancholy tone in Bones' words. Did...did something happen to them? {but i already told you once...i'm not like the others. and you're not like them either. you're a misfit.} He mimics me from earlier, offering a hand out to me. {lucky for you, you're among fellow misfits. that and...well...} Bones' eyes shift awkwardly as if embarrassed to say what he wants. {you're...kind of okay...i guess.} I remember this side to him. That soft easily flustered side that came out when I made him blush. "Hey..." I get his attention. "Do you know the band most skeletons like?" The randomness of that puzzles him and the others. "Spinal Tap." I can see him putting that together in his head. Once he figures it out, the guffaw that leaves him is loud before he covers his mouth. The others are less quiet. Especially Dead Eye which surprises me. {*muffled* heheh...oh my god...that was so bad...} "Then why are you laughing?" It takes a moment for them to calm down. Though now that I think about it, Bones had a hard time keeping himself normal during some of the insult jokes. Maybe he has a thing for bad puns? "*coughs* okay...okay. *sigh* no more jokes. this is serious time now." I nod. {now...show me your soul.} I go blank. {don't give me that look. just do as i say.} "You've seen it already. Don't make this weird." He blushes and goes to slap me...but he's intangible and has no effect. {*huff* why do you always have to make things awkward?} Aside from thinking he has a weird thing for my soul, I still don't know how to make it come out. "i don't think she knows how." {geez. talk about a clueless woman.} I growl at Chops who flips me off. {damn it...this is more annoying than i thought.} That has me confused. How much of this did Bones plan? {i can help.} Like looming doom, Dead Eye stands ominously behind me and, even in this form, I tremble. My sudden shift in demeanor has Bones doing a double-take of looking at me, then the pleased looking Dead Eye, and then me again. {what did you do?} Dead Eye doesn't take his sight off me. {nothing.} {i thought i told you not to interfere.} {and i did as told. i did nothing.} Dead Eye's voice is unnervingly calm and the look on his face, his eye partly closed mixing with that sly Cheshire cat grin, doesn't exactly make him seem like he has good thoughts in that cracked skull of his. {i can get her to produce her soul. all i need...is the body.} My eyes widen along with his smile. His earlier words come hauntingly back to me. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...i will not be gentle.} That primal part of my brain that handles the fight-or-flight response is spamming the "GET THE FUCK OUT!" button but my legs seem to be suffering from a connection error and not receiving the signal. Bones reads the room and smirks. {when i say stop, you better stop.} Connection error fixed...PANIC ENGAGED! "No! No! No! No! No! No!" Shoving off the floor, I bound for the closest way out. As luck tends to go for me...This is a fail. "*roar*" I'm stopped dead in my tracks by the sudden addition of a blade in my back. {i'm not the kind of guy to dole out advice. but here's something to remember...} I wearily cock my head to look back. Only to see a very solid Dead Eye directly behind me and still clutching the meat cleaver that's just inches shy of my trembling spine. How does he move so fast?! {never turn your back on dead eye.} I expect the cleaver to be yanked out and another strike to quickly follow. I should know by now not to expect things to go by normal logic. Dead Eye pushes onto the weapon and kicks the back of my knee, forcing me down on all fours. I'd reach back or kick like a mule but he's still pressing his might on that blade to the point it starts touching bone, so any move I'd make will result in losing balance then eating the floor. "gutsy creature, thinking you can run from me. i wonder..." A second sharp pain comes to my side as he thrusts his sharp phalanx tips into the soft flesh and digs them in deep. The howl of anguish as he claws into me is excruciating. "just what do those guts look like?" His intent is clear. I'll be disemboweled if I can't produce my soul. I'd think this was a bluff if he wasn't starting to pull on the chunk of me in his grasp. {you know how to make him stop.} "*seething* I don't know..." *CRACK* One of my ribs gives way to the cleaver's pushing and I lose my shit. Wailing like a banshee in sheer hell. {not so rough. she's no good to us broken.} Dead Eye lets the cleaver go, keeping it where it rests in me and grabs my neck to cease my writhing. The skin begins to tear as he pulls further on my side. I know not which will happen first, changing back to being human or passing out from the pain. I hope for the latter. "do keep this up. i have not had so much fun in ages." "*whimper* Please...stop..." "if you insist." And he does stop...by ripping that chunk in a single fast pull. The only good thing is that it's just flesh and muscle, any deeper would result in some spilled entrails. Two things happen at this moment. One, I feel so much pain that it overloads my system to the point it stops hurting. And two, due to the insane amount of adrenaline flooding me this causes some parts to be confused as to what to do. Case in point, I should be uttering some sound of hurt yet I'm silent but also crying...and my soul pops out thinking I'm dying which is entirely possible. The obvious shimmering heart doesn't go ignored. Dead Eye snatches it and just like that, I'm feeling awful once more, collapsing on my side. I feel paralyzed. Only my eyes work. "i told you i could get her to show it." {don't think ya can brag. any of us could've done that.} {you're lucky this even worked. you weren't supposed to interact with her at all.} "you are welcomed." Bones groans. {*huff* just show it to me.} {oooh...pretty.} {too many bright colors if ya ask me.} Boo and Chops get to see the odd mass of clashing colors. "i see why you wanted to look at it now." {yep. it's just as i thought. burning scars and blisters of light.} {*gasp* it's entity-touched.} {yeah...and by the looks of it, it's been touched a lot.} "what do we do with it?" {give a moment. maybe it'll heal on its own.} {that's retarded. you're retarded.} {you don't know that!} Chops and Boo quarrel as Bones and Dead Eye share annoyed looks. {we're surrounded by idiots.} "agreed." Dead Eye fades out and Bones becomes solid. "had enough fun already?" {...for now.} Dead Eye looks at me than the soul. {you will want to put her back together soon. that wound will not heal if she reverts to being human.} Was that...pity? Huh. Maybe he's not so bad. "got any ideas on lessening the entity's touch?" To that, he shakes his head. {you already know who might have the answers.} Bones sighs. "true. just...it's not going to end well." {neither would be letting the entity consume more of that soul than it already has. dealing with the doctor is a small price to pay compared to letting the entity have its way.} Bones rubs a hand across his skull as if moving it through invisible hair. "i hate it when you're right." Bones takes the soul before he comes over to me, kneeling and putting the torn chunk of flesh back where it came from. "you're not going to like what needs to be done to you." All I can do is blink a couple of times for a response. Putting the soul back is like putting a metal fork in an electrical socket. It jump-starts my body. The damage inflicted by Dead Eye begins repairing itself. Yet he hasn't let go of it. "*groan* What are you doing?" "if i let go now you'll change back. right?" I want to say nothing. But...that's not how trust works. "*wince* If I'm hurt enough while changed, it makes me shift back." "figured as much. you won't heal as a human. not with this much damage. as a monster, you can at least regenerate." This feels so uncomfortable. Sure he has a point and being this way is allowing my body to repair itself. But him holding my soul while I'm this weak feels about the same as being naked with four dudes are just staring at my goods. After some time, my rib reconnects as the shade of the cleaver is pushed out and my side is now one piece again. When he deems me healed he releases my soul and they watch these changes to my body reverse. Bit by bit. Bone crunch after loud pop. {stars...that has to hurt.} {if that shit happened each time we switched body control, yeah, i'd fight to prevent that crap too.} I force my upper half up but I'm wobbly. "talk to us, girl. what's wrong?" I try to shake this feeling off. I was mentally dumb as a monster. Now I'm lightheaded and tipsy. "Groggy. Like fog is filling the space in my skull." "need anything?" I shake my head slowly. "Nah. Don't trouble yourselves over this. I just need a moment." "good." Well, that was quick. Bones grabs me and carries me over to one of the sofas. Plopping me down a bit rougher than needed. "get some rest. you'll need it. once tomorrow's trials are done, we have to go pay the doctor a visit." I visibly cringe. "Must we?" "do you want to end up in the void?" "No." "then you're going." I roll over and do as told. Not much else I can do. I hear Bones leave me. Perhaps he'll find something else to do. {don't worry, human. the doctor won't kill you. at least, not intentionally. the dead can't be studied here.} {bitch boy, ya suck at pep talks.} {stop calling me that.} Chops snarls but is made silent. They both are. Suddenly there's a chill dancing on my neck. Like slowly moving fingertips. {you will behave for us tomorrow. right, human?} Damn it Dead Eye...Why are you so fucking creepy? "Y-Yes." {good girl. do not make us regret showing you mercy.} Fuck my life. I'm tired, cold, in pain, and just sick of it. I just want to shut my eyes and forget where I am. Even if it's only for a little while. To lose myself in unconsciousness. It's the only escape I have.

#undertale #dead by daylight #Lynsie #Anomaly #lynchtale

[derpyslurpy-da-derp-master]

All the Fruits Bastkets asks

How were you introduced to the series?

It was my second Anime actually, I watched a video by TheAnimeMan that led me to watching both my first anime (Special A) and Fruits Basket.

Favorite character?

MOMIJI HE IS MY SON AND HE MUST BE PROTECTED

Least favorite character?

Kyo’s mom. Nuff said.

Character you relate to most?

Honestly? Probably Kyo, at least in the way that he reminds me a lot of who I was when I was younger. I genuinely wanted to do good and make friends and had a good heart, but I had so much bad stuff bottled up inside of me and no safe outlet for it other than being enraged... I’m a lot better now though. 

Do you relate to the character with your zodiac animal?

For the longest time I thought I was a Tiger but I’m actually a horse. The horse, Isuzu, didn’t actually appear in the anime at all if memory serves. I’ll give my thoughts based off of her wikia entry though. 

...Uhh, wowzer. Uh. I’d say so. She uh, went through seriously bad circumstances regarding her parents and I do indeed have a very emotionally abusive father that likes to teeter on the edge between emotional and physical. However unlike Isuzu I’ve recovered from that time I was self destructive because of the abuse I was enduring. (Hence why I acted a bit like Kyo when I was a kid) Now I've taken that pain and made it into something more constructive, after all ‘You need to know true suffering to learn the deepest of empathy.’

Character that you disliked/were indifferent towards, but grew on you?

Haru. He scared me a lot when I was a kid actually. Now that I’m older though, he doesn’t scare me that much anymore, plus now I actually understand the whole ‘proving his haircolor’ joke.

Character that you think needs more love?

The nice thing about this fandom is that the characters that need love get bucket loads of it from the fans, I literally can’t think of a character that needs more love because they all get love.

Favorite manga chapter?

Didn’t read the Manga, N/A

Favorite episode?

That’s a toughie since it’s been so long and the episode kinda blur together... I’d say the one where the lads leave for New Years (I think?) then realize that Tohru probably needs them by her side so Yuki and Kyo race back home to find Tohru crying a bit and she’s shocked they came back and the following scene is just so wholesome and makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside

Favorite theme in the story?

Don’t let your trauma define you and Blood isn’t always thicker than water. Sadly more often than not these two themes intertwine a lot both in the show and real life...

Favorite canon ship?

Don’t make me pick please. I don’t have a favorite lad with Tohru and I don’t remember if any of the other ships I can think of are cannon or not.

Favorite non-canon ship?

Since I’m not sure it’s cannon or not, the tiger and the sheep. If they could just get Akaito to leave them be the two could repair their relationship and make things right between them again. LET THESE KIDS BE HAPPY 2K19!

Favorite friendship/non-romantic relationship?

Tohru and her two friends! They’re such good friends I love them together so much.

What do you love most about the series?

Where the fresh frosted fruity pebbles do I begin? The music? The message? The nostalgia? The way it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? How about all of the above can I pick that option?

Which character do you think you’d most likely be friends with?

Yuki or Tohru, I mean I’m gay so I wouldn’t have the ‘oh my god he’s so hot’ feelings most girls in the series got so I’d gladly be friends with this soft rat lad and with Tohru, I mean, she’s an incredibly kind and friendly gal so why wouldn’t I want to be friends with her?

Which character would you not get along with (or, wouldn’t get along with you)?

Oof, yeah, I would nnnnoooot get along with the Boar at all. She’s loud and I have a hyper sensitivity to noise, especially loud vocal noises and I just naturally don’t like people who just are loud, even if they’re not mean (which she arguably is) I end up disliking them. This isn’t even mentioning how much she beats up Kyo, when I see a person beating up another person I just do not care for that shit at all and will attempt to stop it because stop

. Song that reminds you of the series (or character of your choosing)?

Uhh, so, I was REALLY young when I discovered Fruits Basket, like, on my IPod all the time but not yet a fan of Horror RPG’s young, the young where I spent all my days watching bad AMV’s and MMD videos and nothing else. So. The song that makes me think of this series every time I hear it is ‘I’m Your Little Butterfly’ because of this really bad AMV from 2012 that I watched several times and my brain now associates it with Fruits Basket. I was literally and actually ten years old, give me a break!

Any headcanons for [character]?

Momiji grows up and is forever surrounded by loved ones and nobody is mean to him ever again. You can pry it from my cold dead hands.

Any favorite fanworks (fanart, fanfic, etc.)?

Ohhh, yeah! There was this one Fruits Basket fanfiction I read when I was 11 or so, it was a normal day AU where Kyo was the head of a dojo and Tohru started to work there, cleaning and providing food to the students and stuff. It was a really wholesome time, never finished it though, it probably wasn’t finished at all when I read it since back then I would read all the way through every fanfiction in one sitting because I had literally nothing better to do. It was very wholesome and had a slice of life sorta feel to it, I can’t find it now though. It probably doesn’t even exist anymore.

Any hot takes (about a character, the series in general, the fandom, etc.)?

Nope.

#Ask #Fruits Basket #Original

[moonlightusa]

1, 21, 24, 28!!

Yay!! Thank you for the returned ask @queenrisa14 (I just finished reading your answers ^___^)

1. favorite fic you wrote this year: Oooh. That’s a toughie. If I had to pick just oneeeeee? Oof. Critical Review. That one really resonates with me and I enjoyed writing it so much that I was sad when it was over!!!!

21. most memorable comment/review: OMG. I just got one this weekend that just made my heart soar from @beej88 that brought LEGIT tears to my eyes with how inspiring it was! But, honestly, so many people (you, @cassraven, @aurorafiberarts, @guardians314 and so many more that I know I am forgetting to tag so please forgive me its not on purpose!!!) have left me such amazing reviews that it really keeps me motivated and inspired when I am in a funk. TBH, I really get excited when I see you personally review because you give such a detailed review and I love to read those ones!!!!!

24. favorite fic you read this year: OMG. SO MANY GOOD ONES THIS YEAR. Definitely loved reading Checkmate and ESPECIALLY Running out of Time (THE ANGST. OMG THE ANGST) by you, @floraone‘s Confetti, @uglygreenjacket‘s Slippery Tropes, and The Boy next Door by @idesofnovember, but I also LOVEDDDDDDDDDDD and constantly reread @irritablevowel‘s Flower Power because that one just gets me EVERY TIME I reread it. Also, I really enjoyed @tinacentury‘s What Wasnt Said because it was so beautifully written and that second half of the second chapter was just so WOWZERS that I love to reread it!

28. longest fic you read this year: The longest fic I read? Actually, it’s a Jane The Virgin fanfiction that is 38 chapters long! Over 192k words!!! It picks up after the season 4 finale and it’s a fic that I HOPE MIRRORS HOW THE SHOW WILL END and if the show doesn’t end in my favor this fic will serve as my faux ending XDDD

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