#Mister and heart berry

[hp-hcs]

okay what about mattheo following the hufflepuff boy he’s crushing on into the woods and discover some magic beast he’s been taking care of!! And he’s just like damn I want him

aaaaaaa sorry for not writing for a couple days, y’all. my fuckin roommate decided to be a dumbass and broke his motherfucking leg, so i had to very hastily write this while he’s high off his ass on ketamine 😀👍

quibbler — mattheo riddle x male! hufflepuff! lovegood! reader

warnings: dumbledore bashing, alluded snape bashing

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Luna floated down the train’s hallway, followed in tow by her younger brother—a daydream-prone Hufflepuff who was oblivious to the advances of half of the school.

“Hello, little Lovegood,” your prefect, Cedric Diggory, said warmly, looking you up and down with a quick glance as he leaned out of the doorway of his friends’ compartment.

“Hello, Mr. Diggory,” you said with a dreamy grin. “Quibbler?”

He took the magazine you held out for him with a wide grin, immediately flipping through the pages. “Thanks, little Lovegood.”

You waved farewell, already starting back down the hallway. You heard Cedric sigh behind you, before returning to his compartment.

You moved onto the next room, sliding open the door and peeking in. The conversation inside halted, and you saw three startled faces looking up at you.

“Who the fu- oh, hello Y/N. You’re looking radiant as ever,” Pansy Parkinson said, fluttering her eyelashes at you.

“Thank you, Miss Pansy,” you said softly. “Quibbler?” You held out the magazine in her direction.

She took it immediately, causing Draco to lean forward and give you a charming grin.

“Got one for me too, little Lovegood?”

“Of course, Mr. Draco!”

The last occupant of the compartment was a boy you’d never seen before. He had an odd guarded look on his face that was severely faltering as he watched his friends communicate civilly with a Hufflepuff a year below them.

“Who are you?” He asked bluntly, although not intending to be rude.

You look over and smile at him. “Hullo, mister. Y/N Lovegood. Quibbler?”

“Mattheo Riddle,” He introduced ambivalently, taking the proffered magazine with some hesitation and raising an eyebrow as he read the cover.

“‘How To Ward Off Wrackspurts’?” He questioned. “What’s a wrackspurt then?”

“Invisible. They make you all confused and higgledy-piggledy. Your friends are full of them.”

The boy glanced at his two friends, who had abandoned attempting to read the eclectic magazine in favor of just staring at you with dreamy gazes.

“Right…”

“See you around then, mister,” you said, stepping back out into the hallway and sliding their compartment door shut before continuing on your journey, unknowingly taking Mattheo Riddle’s heart with you.

~~~ “You’d better watch out for nargles, mister.”

Mattheo startled, looking around for whoever had broken his reverie.

You stood there, your uniform shirt a rumpled mess, tie nowhere to be found, in non-uniform compliant shorts and mismatched socks. You blinked up at him expectantly.

Mattheo licked his chapped lips. “What?” He croaked, his voice cracking.

You didn’t mention it, nor the obvious tears he was hastily wiping away.

“Nargles,” you repeated. “In the mistletoe.” You point upwards, at the small bundle of leaves dotted with white berries hanging above your heads.

His cheeks flushed and he started to stammer something out, but you interrupted him again.

“Here,” Shifting the milk crate that you’d tied a pink ribbon to, thus turning it into a satchel that you carried your schoolbooks in, you pulled off one of your necklaces, holding it out to him.

It was a butterbeer cork on a string. Mattheo blinked.

“Keeps the nargles away,” you explained dreamily. He took the necklace from you with utter reverence and care, swiping his sleeve over his face once more to clear off all of his tears.

“Thank you,” he whispered, looking bewildered as he stared down at the simple pendant resting in his palm.

You just smiled, turning on your heel and starting to skip away, humming to yourself.

~~~ “Did you hear?”

“I heard he was…”

“…believe it! Hogwarts!”

“The Quibbler? Isn’t that the…”

“What’s all the chatter about?” Mattheo asked, elbowing Draco in the side to get his attention.

“Oh, little Lovegood’s in huge fucking trouble.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Draco shrugged. “Apparently he wrote an article for the Quibbler with some strong opinions in it that were considered uh… overly critical of Hogwarts staff. Dumbledork’s trying to claim libel, or something, I dunno.”

“What’d he write?” Mattheo asked. “I didn’t even know he could be critical. Or…opinionated, for that matter.”

Draco pulled a copy of the latest Quibbler out of his bag, handing it over. Mattheo flipped through bizarre crosswords, ads for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, articles with titles like ‘Scrumple-Horned Snorkack Sighting!’ and ‘Mer-Murder: Siren Scion Shocks Sire!’, before finally flipping to Op-Eds.

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Write-In: Hogwarts Student Defends Slytherin House!

Slytherins are not bad.

The system here at Hogwarts is bad. “Healthy house competition”? More like, “Hey what if we divided these eleven year olds into ‘brave’, ‘nerd’, ‘evil’, and ‘other’”.

And inter-house friendship between the ‘good’ houses and the ‘bad’ house is frowned upon. Why? Cleverness and ambition are not inherently immoral things. You know what is immoral? Allowing a house to win the House Cup, only to add enough points after the fact to change the winner of the Cup to a completely different house. But I digress.

Slytherin students here spend seven years being taunted, bullied, and outcast, and then everyone acts surprised when they get revenge? They spend years being put down, and then suddenly, they’re offered power back. Can you blame them? Now, I am in no way defending the actions of [Editor’s note——the student uses You-Know-Who’s actual name here], but I can understand the former students’ reasons for joining. And honestly, I am tired of seeing my peers be treated like a collective persona non grata, when almost all of the former Slytherin graduates are actively against [You-Know-Who]. A very small percentage of the Slytherin house are or were the turncoats in question, and it’s immoral to ostracize an entire group for the actions of just a few people. Collective punishment is a war crime.

But Hogwarts still continues to have clear opinions and preferences on all of the houses, doesn’t it?

Gryffindor is deified by the staff and in the eyes of the general public.

Ravenclaw is patronized and mocked for holding intelligence in high regard.

Hufflepuff is forgotten.

And all Slytherin students are labeled ignoble and contemptuous at the ripe age of eleven.

But alas, this dissent will change no opinions. I’m afraid that Hogwarts’ staff’s inequitable treatment of its students only means that they are digging themselves into a deeper hole, while rapidly losing the amount of people willing to hand them a ladder. I have no respect for adults who bully and abuse children.

– Apoplectic Anonymous

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“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Draco nodded. “Dumblefuck’s been trying to cover it up, but Loony- Luna keeps handing more out every time he confiscates them.”

“Dude,” Mattheo shook his head with wide eyes as he scanned over the Opinion article again. “Wait- how’d he even know who wrote it? This is anonymous.”

“Dunno, man. Nobody can figure that part out,” Draco shrugged, looking around the Slytherin common room. “Hey guys! We oughtta throw a party for little Lovegood when he gets back from Dumbledick’s detention!”

The other Slytherins immediately agreed, cheering.

Mattheo just shook his head in surprise again and glanced back down at the article.

His left arm itched.

~~~ “Thank ye for th’ help, son,” Hag- Professor Hagrid said cheerily, clapping one large hand down on Mattheo’s shoulder.

(He’d never admit it, but Mattheo was forever grateful that Professor Hagrid held no grudge against him for what his dad did to him.)

((Unlike some of the other teachers, who held twenty-year grudges over being friendzoned by the girl they called a slur.))

He stacked up the last few pieces of firewood, wiping his brow and embedding the axe into the chopping log. “‘Course, sir. I could use the extra credit anyway.”

Professor Hagrid chuckled heartily. “Well, I c’n take it from here, son. Oh! Bit o’ advice?” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “There’s a certain blond who hangs out in th’ forest, yeah? Not that you heard it from me.”

Mattheo felt his cheeks redden as it was insinuated that even his teachers knew about his silly crush dear Merlin.

(He did file that bit of information away for later, though.)

~~~ You skipped through the woods, happy to take over your sister’s duty of feeding the creatures. You stopped in a clearing that looked like any other, making a beeline for a certain tree.

Mattheo carefully picked his way through the forest duff, staying an inconspicuous distance away from you. He winced every time a dry leaf or branch snapped under his boots, slowing down and peeking out from behind a row of trees at you.

You tapped on the tree’s bark, waiting patiently until a…creature, an odd, spindly, twig-shaped creature crawled out from a small hollow recess in the tree and onto the sleeve of your coat.

“Hello, little friend! How are you this lovely evening?” You spoke softly to the creature, but your voice carried far in the otherwise quiet forest.

Mattheo watched as you let the creature crawl all over you, holding out a handful of sunflower seeds for it as you rambled on and on about anything and everything.

All Mattheo could think of was:

Oh.

Damn.

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #male reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x male reader

[ellieverkuasidees]

HI! Just saw you asking for cod asks so here's one!

! Naga Price or ghost x bunny!gn reader

Fluffy or smut is fine 🫶🏾

you know I can really see the predator and play dynamic here.

you first met price while wondering the forest, searching for some food to bring back to your hollow. yet your foot stabs a long and slippery log? you fell backwards, your ears going soft and downwards. 

the sound of a hiss travels goes through your floppy ears. your breathing heavies as price appears from the dark recesses of his basking spot. you heart drops as you back pleaded on your feet. "oi! get back here doll I ain't done with you yet." price calls out, lounging out towards you. 

"wait! please! I-I didn't mean any trouble!" you whimpered as your nuts and berries dropped on the ground. "yeah you didn't but I can't let ya escape without any repercussions." his laugh was wicked and cruel. "what do you mean mister?" his guttural groan spilled out his lips and his eyes sharpened up once more. 

"please me. then maybe I'll let you go. or maybe I should just keep you, yeah? have a pretty little thing like you waiting for me when I get home." he suggested.  price placed your back down as your tail twitched between his fingers.

price grabbed your hand, placing it perfectly on his hot and sticky tip. "get to it sweetheart." he teased. 

you start to rub it and look up at him with your soft doe eyes. you licked his tip. god you'll be here for a long time...

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ellie speaks!! #ellie dreams!✎ೃ⁀➷ #captain price #john price x reader #john price #john price call of duty #naga!price #bunny!reader

[princessfanonanona]

DP prompt: Mr. Lancer is formally introduced to Clockwork at parent-teacher night.

Hi berry I love you berry but stop sending me prompts that get away from me I'm dying (affectionate and joking)

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Mister Lancer heaves the sigh of an underpaid teacher with a long, long night ahead of them.

So far the parents have been…normal. Expected responses to common patterns of students.

He leans back, away from the desk to rub his face. The next pair of parents has him debating the flask he stashed in his bag.

He had sent a notice for young Mister Fenton to attend with his parents, against common practice. The boy had taken it with resignation lining his very soul. His eyes betrayed something else though. It made him wonder; if something else was happening behind the scenes.

Afterall, why would a child show signs of fear?

Sitting up, Lancer looks over the file again, feeling like he was missing something paramount to the situation.

A knock on the door draws his attention up.

A mop of black hair is barely seen at the bottom of the window.

"Come in!" He calls straightening his notes.

The door opens and Danny trudges in with his shoulders bunched near his ears.

Lancer can't help but notice the slight limp in his gait and the way one arm is curled around his torso.

"Are you alright?" He can't help but ask.

Danny flinches, ducking his head lower to hide behind his bangs. 

"'M fine," he mumbles, shuffling his feet.

Lancer frowns, and looks back at the open but empty doorway.

"Are your-"

"No, they're not," Danny cuts in. He stands awkwardly beside the chairs in front of the desk. "Can we just get this over with?"

Lancer blinks at the level of aggression in his voice. He takes a moment to reassess, seeing the lines of tension as more than just fear and shame.

"Have a seat, Mister Fenton," Lancer says, keeping his tone even, his posture loose. Danny balks but does as he's told, curling up on the seat.

"I had wanted to go over a few concerns," Lancer says, making a show of pulling some files from the folder. He watches Danny tense further out of the corner of his eye. "However, I have decided that perhaps a…re-evaluation is in order."

He drops the papers into the trash.

Danny frowns, blue eyes flicking between the bin and his face.

Lancer waits, giving the boy time to collect his thoughts.

"Why?" It's small, barely formed without any malice.

"Because I believe I've never had the full picture," he answers, leaning forward on his desk to bend to Danny's eye level. "And I do see so much potential that's being buried away."

Danny scoffs looking away, "No potential here, I'm just the family fuck up."

Oh, and isn't that something.

Lancer feels his heart ache a little.

"Something tells me you could be top of the class if you didn't have your full attention diverted elsewhere," he says.

He shrugs, hands fisting his loose t-shirt.

Lancer files away just how loose the shirt is. How had he never noticed?

He opens his mouth to continue when he feels a chill run down his spine. Something heavy settling around his neck.

A medal?

A gold gear embedded with an inscription.

"Pardon my sudden arrival," a voice says, making Lancer startle.

A youngish looking ghost floats besides Danny. Bright red eyes glowing harshly against blue skin and a large staff held loosely behind.

"You may refer to me as Clockwork," they say, drifting to take the open seat next to Danny. "I do apologize for being late."

"Late?" He repeats. Gaze flicking between the evidently frozen Fenton and the ghost with what appears to be the mechanisms of a grandfather clock in its chest. 

"For the parent teacher conference," they say, body shifting to something far older, long white beard piling onto the curled wisp of a tail. "You did request to meet with young Daniel’s guardian, no?"

Lancer blinks, hands clenching and releasing as he tries to understand what is happening.

"That- I did, however, I was expecting to meet with-"

"The Dr's Fenton, yes," Clockwork frowns, red eyes shimmering a darker hue. "Do forgive me if I request that you do not continue to believe them well-intentioned when it comes to Daniel's well being."

He glances at Danny, frozen in his curled defensive position.

"I was beginning to suspect…" he begins tentatively.

"And that is why I am here," they say, settling on the chair and shrinking into a form more akin to a toddler. "You have begun a long path, a dangerous one and I wish to provide you with an opportunity."

Lancer swallows.

"What is your relationship with Mister Fenton?" He asks instead.

The ghost smiles, something fond softening his features as he turns towards Danny. He places a gentle hand on his head, smoothing the unruly locks.

Danny blinks eyes flashing green before settling back to blue.

"Grandfather?" He questions, body instantly losing its tension.

Clockwork brushes a now adult hand to cup Danny's cheek. "It is okay, little one, we will talk soon."

Danny nods, closing his eyes as they let go, body going still once more.

"I see," Lancer says, thoughts flying a mile a minute. Something about the situation doesn't sit right with him, several flags waving in warning.

"I offer you a choice," the ghost says, turning their full attention back to him. Two vials appear on his desk. One purple one green, both shimmering gold.

"I will tell you of the story of young Daniel and you will decide to either erase your memories, remembering nothing of this conversation, or a promise of secrecy and become an ally of a child in need of guidance, becoming a true pillar of support."

Lancer frowns, "I want to help Mister Fenton in anyway I can, that is my job as a teacher, to help mold the minds of our youth to reach their fullest potential."

Clockwork smiles, something amused that Lancer finds somewhat cruel.

He is viscerally reminded of the stories of his childhood, of fae and their strange rules.

"I will listen if you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, leaving nothing out."

"That was my intention," they smile, lips curving into something truly mean.

"Swear it, on your name."

"I swear upon mine own name that I will tell you the truth as it stands in the sands of time."

Something fizzles against his skin, dousing the room is something cold.

And so Clockwork begins his tale. The story he tells is something more twisted and horrible than he could ever imagine.

It is thanks only to a lifetime of experience that keeps his dinner down for some of it.

Lancer bracea himself on his desk, head in his hands by the end of it. He swallows around the lump building in his throat.

"This is all true?" He whispers in shock.

"I swore upon my name," they say.

Lancer presses the palms of his heels into his eyes, making starbursts bloom.

He draws a deep breath and releases it as a gust of air.

"You must now make a decision," they state.

He looks up, blinking his vision clear. He looks at Danny, feeling new bile rise in his throat. 

"Forget this entire conversation or bind your soul to the would be king."

"Okay," Lancer picks up the vial.

#danny phantom #dp phic #lost time #ghost king au #marginally anyways #oh hey cliffhanger i missed you glad to have you back #i really do need to stop letting these get away from me #also no beta we die like danny #i spent my day at work writing this somehow what #prompts for a fanona #asks for a fanona #nona writes

[gogandmagog]

I need your thoughts in a Gilbert who didn't meet Anne until later in life- let's say at redmond

For the sake of historical accuracy, PLEASE PICTURE ME DOING THE RASPUTIN DANCE right now and as I read this. I love this ask, and I highkey stan the asker.

I think we’ve briefly touched on this topic before, in a superficial uh, roundabout sort of way, but I’m obv thrilled for getting a little (read: okay, a lot) more detailed about the matter.

What would Gilbert be like, if he hadn’t met Anne until Redmond?

Anytime anyone takes this approach in fanfiction… I admit; I cower in a corner and try to look away. Of all the Anne multiverses, this is my least favorite. This very notion makes my head and my heart go OW OW OW. For me, a big part of why Anne and Gilbert went in so deep was the heft and weight of the history between them. This story is a slow burn that lasts well over a decade, these two idiots-in-love have known each other since they were 11 and ‘nearly 14’ respectively. We have all the good stuff, right? Their initial meet-cute-to-end-all-other-meet-cutes, the frenemies, the one-sided pining, the grand gestures that give way to an honest friendship (no one makes Anne laugh like Gilbert does, and he’s the SOLE fellow she feels comfortable enough with to share her honest feelings with, pls see: Rollings Reliable)… it just means so much to me. When we take that away, we take away so much of what makes them… welllll, them.

But of course, I can rely on Gilbert himself to articulate these thoughts, too…

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?” — Gilbert ‘the absolute sweetest and most poignant peach’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

But hey. Yes. Let’s go there anyway, because it is… exceedingly interesting and natural to wonder and speculate about.

To make it make sense, we must first subtract Anne from Green Gables, and Avonlea.

And oof… there’s a lot of collateral there. Minnie May Berry would’ve suffered the most and pays for the Anne-void discrepancy with her actual life. And Miss Lavendar Lewis? She would’ve never reconnected with Stephen Irving… and Mister Harrison would have stayed estranged from his wife. There’d be no A.V.I.S., although that seems like teeny-tiny small potatoes in the wake of the rest. On the flip side, would Matthew have lived longer had the boy meant for Green Gables actually been sent? A solid maybe. And Gilbert? He would’ve never had any sense knocked (cracked, slated) into him.

Before Anne arrives in Avonlea we have a couple canon descriptions of Gilbert, thanks to Diana. We learn that he ‘torments the life’ out of the girls (and further, that they like it), and that he’s “aw’fly” handsome. We first see him pinning Ruby Gillis’ hair unto the back of her desk chair. A hot minute later, he’s all but desperate for Anne to look at him. Moreover, he thinks Anne should look at him.

“Gilbert Blythe wasn’t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure.” — Anne of Green Gables

Without Anne? Sheesh. Gilbert Blythe is a bit of cad (need that gif of Josie saying, “Gilbert Blythe is rake” right about here). Just a regular… 19th century [insert the F word here] boy, tbh. BUT WAIT. We have a canon quote to support this, too.

‘Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather “fast” set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it.’ — Anne of Avonlea

I feel in terms of just straight-up facts, we can reduce Anneless Gilbert to this:

1. a smarty pants in an academic sense,

2. a smarty pants in the jokey non-academic sense

3. popular

4. cute af, and aware he’s cute af, to top it all off, that ‘teasing smile’ never quits and he carries on winking ‘with inexpressible drollery’ just whenever he sees fit

Obviously, this list looks a lot like the Gilbert we canonly know, until we arrive at…

5. egotistical on a degree level of… eh, medium-rare?

Without Anne to ego-check him; Gilberts pride remains fully intact, and what’s more, it’s grown and developed into a mature and self-assured vanity by the time he lands in Kingsport. Without Anne, by the time he’s 17, I think he’s walked home and/or kissed every pretty or exceptional girl in a good fifteen-mile radius. I would alsooo guess that Avonlea folks imagined he’d eventually settle down with Ruby. But what they don’t know is that he’s gone kissed every last one of the fine Gillis sisters. Even the oldest ones, Myra and Sara. I would also confidently speculate that this boy’s rather cavalier with his Romeo-ing ways, too, and that he’s inadvertently hurt some very real feelings… without even fully realizing it. He just doesn’t take anything… seriously. Which Gillis sister did he kiss first? Oh, don’t ask him. He doesn’t remember.

And let’s support this guess with another semi-related and semi-justifying canon quote, shall we?

"Did I ever correspond with Ruby Gillis? I'd forgotten. Poor Ruby!” — Gilbert ‘dashing out heart hopes everywhere’ Blythe, Anne of Ingleside

But awoooo, settle down? No, Sir, not Gilbert. Gilbert wanders into Redmond a bachelor, free and clear of any responsibilities or ties, back home. (Of course, he gets all sorts of fan mail via post from every corner of PEI, while he’s at school.) ‘Excellent creatures though they are,’ there’s not been a single girlie-pop that he’s crossed paths with that has yet been able to stir his deeps… or even his shallows.

ADDITIONALLY… he walks into Redmond maybe two or three years earlier than he did in the books. Because without Anne, Gilbert has no reason to give up the Avonlea school -- he saves his would-be room and board expenses by living at the Blythe homestead, and very simply and economically gets to college all the quicker for it. He does still want to be a Doctor, mind you. He has a great-uncle that’s a Doctor over in Four Winds, and Gilbert still believes…

“It’s a splendid profession,” he said enthusiastically. “A fellow has to fight something all through life . . . didn’t somebody once define man as a fighting animal? . . . and I want to fight disease and pain and ignorance . . . which are all members one of another. I want to do my share of honest, real work in the world, Anne . . . add a little to the sum of human knowledge that all the good men have been accumulating since it began. The folks who lived before me have done so much for me that I want to show my gratitude by doing something for the folks who will live after me. It seems to me that is the only way a fellow can get square with his obligations to the race.” — Gilbert ‘getting rather sentimental now’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

Now here’s where I fall off and digress again. I believe this is the end of educated guessing and facts about what an Anneless Gilbert probably looks like.

But FOR BONUS POINTS, what happens with this version of Gilbert collides with a version of Anne that never made it to Avonlea? Do they still get together? Likely. But HOW?

If someone put a gun to my head (lollll, as iffff) and made me write (as previously denounced, I realize) a fanfiction about it (warning, it’s definitely gonna be giving… sensationalist and 🤌🏻 fanfictiony, but really if you’re gonna go AU… go AU; all this fully recognizing that this would never be a LMM setting), here’s how I’d pull it off:

Anne, by the time she’s say fourteen, has run away from the Hopetown Assylum. It’s nothing but hunger (see Anne of Ingleside for canon support of this), verbal abuse, (and despite the name) hopelessness there. Anne’s resourceful, we know she has a special knack for making things happen, and she decides to strike out on her own. But not without a plan. There’s not a lot of jobs for kids out there that also come with a safe place to lay their heads at night (though she might make up her mind to sleep under a nice obliging tree, should the need arise; “I had made up my mind that if you didn’t come for me to-night I’d go down the track to that big wild cherry-tree at the bend, and climb up into it to stay all night. I wouldn’t be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don’t you think?” ), so she, playing to her strengths and daring to dream, thinks of drama and being a stage actress. She gives a spectacularly good reading of Tennyson’s “the Lady of Shalott” to a Hopetown Theatre manager who not only pities her but also finds her wildly talented and very entertaining. Alas… he cannot offer her a job. He tells her, though, that he has contacts with W.W. Cole Circus (they toured Nova Scotia in the 1880’s, clearly I fact checked this too; I have whatever unimaginative disability it is that requires even my fantasies to have bearings in reality), that W.W. Cole is always looking for cheap labor while they tour. Only!! They really just hire/have use for boys. (We can circle back to déjà vu-ish Green Gables problems here.) Anne, however, doesn’t care. She’s got a lead. She knows she can work just as hard as any boy, and means to prove it. She’s given a job (mucking elephant stalls, for starters) on a trial basis (psst, Avonlea calling again), and does such a bang-up job that she’s kept on for a week. She becomes an instant friend with “Nova Scotian Giantess” Anna Swan. (Also a real person, from a real W.W. Cole circus circuit, pls see above regarding fantasies borne from reality. She was 7 feet, 11 inches tall, 400 pounds, and married another ‘giant’ from Kentucky). Anna advocates for Anne to be kept on permanently (I’m trying to @ Aunt Josephine almost, here). Anna, who is emphatically religious (irl when she retired, she went on to teach Sunday School at her church) and ladylike and kind, sees to Anne’s studies and upbringing when they aren’t working. She recognizes Anne’s academic abilities and leverages her own position to see that Anne is promoted, as the years carry on. Anna, duh, encourages Anne to save her wages—enough to get herself through four years at Redmond college… that she might go on to have a career outside the instability of circus acts. By the time Anne is 20, she’s far more widely recognized as Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and she’s a terribly accomplished trapeze artist and a very elegant acrobat (let’s thrown in one minor incident where she fell off a tightrope and broke her ankle here, as a nod to, yeah, Avonlea ridgepoles), as well as especial homies with every tiger and elephant and cigar-smoking-chimp that graces the ring. She wears the assigned pink tights and costume despite often still lamenting that “red haired people should never wear pink.” She also has finally saved enough of her wages to get herself a B.A.

Her very last performance sees her signing off at W.W. Cole’s Kingsport show. Who do you bet’s in the audience? Gilbert Blythe. The football captain, Lamba Theta inductee, incumbent class president… who also, as it happens, is there escorting one Philippa Gordon.

“I saw only one really handsome fellow among them. He went away before you came. I heard his chum call him Gilbert.” — Phil Gordon, Anne of the Island

Gilbert’s gone into serious crushing territory on ‘Lady Cordelia’ at first glance. Phil’s also taken with her. The two spend the rest of the show trying to spot Lady Cordelia in her support roles of the other acts. Is that Lady Cordelia lighting the fiery rings? At any rate, for Gilbert, the deeps? Shaken, stirred, invariably earthquaked, when he and Phil get to make actual introductions at the end of the evening production, as they and the rest of the crowd walk out. Anne, on the other hand, is unimpressed at best.That boy was “awfully bold to wink at a strange girl”… all while another was on his arm, no less. Rather a splendid chin, though. 👀 One might say he was equally as handsome as he was bold.

“But, of course, the one I like best I can’t get. Gilbert Blythe won’t take any notice of me, except to look at me as if I were a nice little kitten he’d like to pat. Too well I know the reason. I owe you a grudge, Queen Anne.” — Philippa Gordon, Anne of the Island

That small matter aside, who else might be in attendance? I mean… Royal Gardner, of course. (This could easily substitute his, “And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening, aren’t you?”)

Days later, and still wanting to know exactly who she was, Phil catches sight of ‘Lady Cordelia’ (wearing Redmond colors, at that!) reading epitaphs at Old St. John’s cemetery, and we slip back into canon here. Almost. Phil and Anne become fast friends, as is natural and fitting, but far less can be said for poor Gilbert, who now has a very awkward time trying to gently cast off Phil while simultaneously wanting to cozy up to her new freshette friend. After all, Anne is Gilbert’s ideal woman.

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. — Gilbert ‘Smitten Kitten’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

For Gilbert to finally win over that ‘Queen Anne, my Queen Anne, queen of my heart’ we’ll need to see academic rivalry, a relationship-mending grand gesture (these two starting off on the wrong foot is a canon event, and I cannot interfere), Gilbert Saves a Life or Two (lots of congenital health problems for people of Anna’s size, her hand is shooting right up as a volunteer for this incident, and by now Gilbert is nearly white coat qualified), one rejected proposal after two years of genuine friendship, Anne and Roy fully courting, and Gilbert Blythe’s to ego finally give way to the purity of his dreams and aspirations.

“He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls—the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.” -- Anne of Avonlea

And ultimately… right about there is where we’d revert back to a bad case of typhoid for Anne to realize her feelings, too. It would take Gilbert a full four years and nearly dying trying, to put a ring on it. For my last trick (read: in conclusion), here's a cute lil’ attempt at more canon justification for my utter nonsense (if you just squint):

"Mother dearwums," said Jem, "can I have those old ostrich feathers in the garret to sew in the back of my pants for a tail? We're going to have a circus tomorrow and I'm to be the ostrich. And we're going to get an elephant." "Do you know that it costs six hundred dollars a year to feed an elephant?" said Gilbert solemnly. "An imaginary elephant doesn't cost anything," explained Jem patiently. Anne laughed. "We never need to be economical in our imaginations, thank heaven." — Anne of Ingleside

SO FRIENDS. ROMANS. @batrachised.

What would yooooour take on an Anneless Gilbert be? An Avonlealess Anne? I’m terribly curious, as always!

#wow this is long #if there was an Olympic Team for AoGG au speculation I do believe I would have just qualified #i don’t dare tag this lm Montgomery #essayist #anne of green gables #gilbert blythe #anne shirley #19th century circus 🎪 #speculation specialist

[mushroom-madness]

🍄 MUSHROOM MADNESS BRACKET🍄

🍄 Here are all of our matchups! 🍄

Popular Picks are in white, while our Underdogs are in yellow! This way we’ll be able to see how far any of our underdogs get! (Also for ease of reading the bracket) Typed up list (w/ eventual link to polls) under the cut!

1. Breloom (Pokémon) VS The Truffle (Terraria)

2. Shrumal Warrior(Hollow Knight) VS Muttshroom (Mother 3)

3. Morelull (Pokémon) VS Marabelle Cybin/Marabelle the Terrible (Not Another D&D Podcast)

4. Apothecary Gary (Amphibia) VS Amanita (Green Lantern) VS Galwyn (Troll, 1986)

5. Leif (Bug Fables) VS Princess Shroob (Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time)

6. Mycologists (Inscryption) VS Tarin (The Legend of Zelda: Links Awakening)

7. Mister Mushroom (Hollow Knight) VS Akaboshi Bisco (Sabikui Bisco)

8. Mooshroom (Minecraft) VS Violet and Tate (Monster Prom)

9. Brown Slim Mushroom (Everhood) VS Shrumbo (Ooblets)

10. Danielle Barkstock (D20) VS Mushroomon/Mushmon (Digimon)

11. Ragel (Undertale) VS Hattifatteners (Moomin)

12. Amanita (Just Dance) VS Slimefoot (Magic the Gathering)

13. Toad (Mario) VS Shrub Berry (Empires SMP)

14. Walking Mushroom (Delicious in Dungeon) VS Master Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation)

15. Todd from Mario (Drawfee) VS Magic Myc (Inside Job)

16. Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Nightcap (Plants VS Zombies: Battle for Neighborville)

17. Twirly-Whirly (Genshin Impact) VS Chio the Korok (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

18. Toadette (Mario) VS Nightcap (Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch)

19. Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast) VS Puff Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

20. Sozo (Cult of the Lamb) VS Kinoko Komori (My Hero Academia)

21. Puffstool (Pikmin) VS Myconids (Dungeons and Dragons, 5th Edition)

22. Bongo-Head (Genshin Impact) VS Shroomish (Pokémon) VS Malcom (Squishmallow)

23. Caduceus Clay (Critical Role) VS Josh (Dominion SMP)

24. Mushroom Pikmin (Pikmin) VS Red Dead Mushroom (Everhood)

25. Zommoth (Bug Fables) VS Room (Join the Party)

26. Stanley (Spiritfarer) VS Fleeble (Ooblets)

27. Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cookie Run) VS Shumi (Shumi Come Home)

28. En (Dorohedoro) VS White Mushroom Emblem Heartless (Kingdom Hearts)

29. Clickers (The Last of Us) VS Hypno-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

30. The Nomes (Little Nightmares) VS Shrooom! (Earthbound)

31. Ramblin Evil Mushroom (Earthbound) VS Kinoko (Katamari)

32. Truffles Daal (Chowder) VS Cappy (Kirby)

#mushroom madness #bracket #competition #tournament #poll #submissions #contestants #the integrity and self control it took to not fudge the random matchups to give my favs a better chance 😔 #Gary’s gonna get obliterated round 2 and violet+tate don’t stand a chance #Pokémon #hollow knight #Amphibia #bug fables #inscryption #minecraft #everhood #dimension 20 #Undertale #just dance #Mario #delicious in dungeon #drawfee #twisted wonderland #genshin impact #not another dnd podcast #cult of the lamb #pikmin #critical role #spiritfarer #cookie run

[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt2

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. 2900 words Pt. 2/4

Part 1

Alice finally pulled herself out of bed some hours later. Her step-sisters and Lady Tremaine were already gone, off in a hired carriage to the palace. “At least I have the house to myself,” she muttered as she shuffled to the kitchen.

Technically, she wasn’t allowed to cook food for herself, but the lady never noticed as long as she didn’t use much and cleaned everything up after. Tonight, she promised herself something sweet.

She set her dress on a stool and began pulling out the cream and sugar, berries and flour. Outside, dusk was slipping into evening and she could see the faintest light from the first star of the evening. “I wish there was something better than this,” she sighed. “I just wanted . . . I don’t know. I guess it’s stupid. And here I am, talking to myself. Also silly.” Alice gave a dry laugh. 

As she turned back to the table, a strange blue glow caught her eye. Alice turned back toward the window. She expected to see someone passing by with a magic crystal lantern, but instead, there was a man. He stood just outside the window, staring in, and the glow was coming from him. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed and threw the spoon in her hand at him. 

“Ah! Ouch! Hey!” The man caught the spoon just before it hit him. “That’s no way to greet a fairy godfather, now is it?” 

“A what?” Alice grabbed a nearby frying pan, ready to defend herself. 

“Fairy. Godfather. Didn’t you just make a wish, sweetie?” He smiled brightly. 

She had, of course, heard of such things. In stories. But she had to admit, if there was a fairy godfather, they would look just like this guy. Ethereally pretty, skin aglow with the touch of magic, a cheery look in his eye, and a sparkle in the air around him. “I did,” she said finally, lowering the pan. 

“Oh good. Because I had my heart set on a makeover today!” He came through the window and walked to the table. When he snapped his fingers, the entire kitchen turned into a fancy dressing room. The counters became vanities with hair and makeup tools, the pantry turned into a walk-in closet hung with gowns a queen could wear, and the dish rack became a shoe rack. 

Alice blinked and set the pan down, only realizing as she did that it was a hairbrush now. “I - I don’t understand.”

“Oh honey, we are going to that ball tonight. And we are going to be the prettiest people there.” He laughed at her expression of surprise. “You wanted a night like a dream, right? So . . . I’m here to make sure it happens. When I’m done, you’ll be too gorgeous to look away from. Although -” He looked her over with a grin, “you’re already irresistible.”

She felt her cheeks heat at the compliment and the glint in his eyes. “Ummm. Ok. I don’t really know what I should do. I don’t - I can’t pay you anything, Mister - ah, Godfather, sir.” 

“As if I’d accept a penny.” He crossed the space between them. “And please, don’t call me mister. It makes me feel old. Call me Seth.” 

Alice nodded mutely. She wasn’t sure what to say or do. This didn’t feel real, but it was too crazy to be anything else. “So how does this work?”

“Like so.” Seth guided her over to one of the vanities and sat her down. A comb and brush appeared in his hands and her hair fell out of its bun. He grinned at her surprised gasp. “Don’t look so surprised,” he laughed and bent close to add, “I’m just getting started.”

His breath tickled her cheek and his lips were so close to her ear that Alice could almost feel the satin brush of them as he spoke. Her eyes went wide and heat stained her face. 

Seth’s smile held a knowing look as he met her gaze in the mirror. “You know you don’t need to go to a royal ball to have a good time. We could throw our own little party here.” His voice was low and husky, different completely from the bright sing-song tone of his introduction. 

“I . . .” Alice swallowed, trying to think clearly. 

“Just kidding.” Seth straightened, his playful expression back in place. “Now let’s get this makeover going!”

It took him almost no time to style her hair and apply her makeup. He swapped out her dress with a gesture, going through a whole season’s worth of designs and colors. Some, Alice had to walk and turn in, giggling as he commented on the fit like she was in a fashion show. Every outfit was incredible, but none felt quite right. Until a familiar multi-colored silk settled over her skin. 

“Seth! This dress! It looks -” her voice trembled a little as she smoothed her hands over the embroidery of the bodice. “It looks just like the one I made. Only . . . are these real jewels? And this, it’s thread of gold!” The panels looked like painted silks instead of barely matched swatches, and the layers of the skirt fell lightly together like flower petals.

His smile was kind and a little wistful. “It’s the dress you would have made. Your vision, recaptured by magic.” 

She reached out and clasped his hands. “I want to wear this one. Please!”

“It looks perfect on you. All you need now are the accessories.” Seth stepped around her to place a choker on her neck, his fingertips caressing the nape of her neck for a breathless moment. 

Her heart sped up as he slipped a bracelet onto her wrist, but she got ahold of herself as his hands brushed her ears. “Wait! I have earrings.” She fumbled at the skirt, remembering they were in the inner pocket. Though her dress now should have no such feature, she found them anyhow as if under the layers of silk, she still wore her apron and rags. 

Seth laughed as he took them from her hand and put them in. “Lovely.” He took a step back and looked her over. “The only thing you need is a stylish pair of shoes. And I know just the ones.” He snapped his fingers and they appeared on her feet. Lady’s slippers cut from magic crystals. They held a soft glow that lit the silk of her dress from beneath, and made the entire outfit gleam. 

Alice laughed and spun, making the skirt flare and swing around her legs. “This is amazing! Thank you Seth! You are the best fairy godfather a girl could want!”

“Your smile makes it all worthwhile.” He set a hand on her shoulder. “Just remember, fairy magic isn’t permanent. The spell holding this outfit together expires at midnight, so don’t stay out too late.” 

“Midnight! Got it!” She hugged him. “You really are the best!” Then she pulled back, realization dawning on her. “But wait, I don’t really know where to go! And I can’t walk there . . . not dressed like this.”

Seth shook his head, laughing. “You don’t think I’d forget to provide you with a ride. And you already have the address.” He closed his hand and then opened it again, revealing a scrap of paper with an address scrawled on it. “This is where you go and -” he pointed toward the window, “there’s your ride.”

“This is the paper from that man I bumped into! Sirius! He works at the castle?”

“Sir Oswald is the prince’s senior advisor.” Seth raised an eyebrow, teasing. “You didn’t know?”

“Oh my god! I bumped into Sir OSWALD!” She felt mortified. Not only had she slammed into him but then she hadn’t recognized him either. “This is too embarrassing.”

Seth grinned and slipped a finger under her chin, tipping her face up. “Don’t worry. Tonight, you aren’t the serving girl from Central. You are a mysterious princess, exotic and lovely. Now go and have fun!”

And just like that, Alice found herself in a sparkling white coach pulled by a team of bay stallions. The coachman took the scrap of paper with a nod and they were off.  

As they drew closer to the palace, the evening filled with soft strains of music and the hum of distant conversation. Alice felt elated, excitement and nervousness coursed through her the louder the sounds became. When the coach rolled to a stop, and the carriage door swung open, she almost didn’t step out. But the coachmen smiled up at her kindly and held out his hand, so she took it. After, she was handed off to a palace guard who guided her up a wide gilded marble staircase to the ballroom door. He knocked once, and the door swung open to reveal a tall man with gorgeous mauve hair and eyes of rose-petal pink.

“Sir Godspeed,” Alice gasped. Everyone knew Fenrir Godspeed. He was a knight, a hero, and often spent time in town helping people. He was also supposed to be a bit wild and unpredictable, which she could believe, seeing him up close. There was something mischievous in his smile, something that made her heart pound.

“Just Fenrir. Nobody calls me Sir,” Fenrir laughed and held a hand out to her. “So who’re you?”

A-Alice?”

He pulled her close, leaning in to look at her expression. “Not sure, huh?” Fenrir chuckled and then reached up to ruffle her hair. “Don’t look so nervous, Alice. Royal balls are just like any other party.”

She nodded. “Ok. I - I’ve never been to one before. I don’t want to look silly.”

He ruffled her hair once more before taking her arm and turning her to face one side of the room.

“See that guy over there in the hat that looks like a giant mushroom?” 

“Yes?”

“No one’s gonna notice as long as you don’t look sillier than that guy. Got it?” Fenrir nudged her. 

Alice couldn’t help but giggle. The man he’d mentioned did look pretty ridiculous. 

“You look even prettier when you smile like that.” Fenrir’s gaze was warm and friendly. “Guess what? I’ll do you a favor. I’ll keep an eye on you tonight and if you look bored or out of place, I’ll rescue you. Got it?”

“Got it.” She grinned at him. But there was still a tension to her shoulders that she couldn’t quite shake. Alice looked away, not wanting him to see that she wasn’t completely cheered. 

Fenrir’s thumb grazed her cheek. “Hey! That’s not the smile I wanted to see.”

“Heh. Yeah. Sorry. I just - are you sure it’s ok that I’m here? Even if I don’t make an idiot of myself, I’m just a servant. I cook and clean all day. Everyone else is noble and -”

He took her chin in his hand and gently turned her face back toward him. “Hey. Don’t let anybody tell you where you do and don’t belong. My buddy the Prince held this ball for all the people of Cradle and he’d want you to have fun.”

It looked like he wanted to say more, but he was being called over by a group of ladies. Sir Godspeed was very popular, and having met him, Alice could understand why. She patted his arm. “Thanks Fenrir. I’m going to go have a good time.”

“That’s the spirit.” His fingertips grazed her jawline, sending a little shiver through her as he let go. Then he gave her a thumbs up and then sauntered over to his fans to see what they wanted.

Feeling better, and a little more relaxed, Alice made her way into the ballroom. There were people dancing in the center with people standing at the edges and chatting in groups.She did not see her step-mother or step-sisters, though she knew they were here somewhere. Hopefully she could avoid them for the night. 

Her eyes lit on a table of sweet treats in one corner, and she decided to grab a snack. They looked delicious. Chocolates that looked like flowers and tiny cakes with pearls of icing and -

“Why hello there little lady! I was hoping I might see you here tonight.” 

Alice spun at the words and came nose to chest with the tall, amethyst-eyed man from town.  “You! You didn’t tell me you were Sir Oswald! I am so, so sorry I bumped into you!”

Sirius smiled and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It was my fault. And I hope you don’t hold it against me.” He chuckled, his smile kind. 

“I . . . thanks. I don’t.” Alice took a step back, hoping he wouldn’t notice the heat in her cheeks. There was something about being so close to a man like him that made her pulse race. Which was silly. He was just being nice, afterall. She returned his smile. 

“So it looks like you were about to sample one of the petit fours? The glace are the best. Here, try this one.” He picked up a small caramel tartlet and held it out for her to take a bite. 

Alice felt herself go even redder. She couldn’t remember anyone feeding her a bite of anything, ever. It felt like an intimate gesture, but she didn’t want to be rude. She leaned forward just enough to take a small bite, and felt his fingertip brush her lip as she came away. It was impossible to focus on the pastry. 

“Pretty good, isn’t it?” Sirius didn’t seem to notice how red she was getting, or if he did, he was kind enough to pretend. 

She had no idea how the tartlet tasted. Her lips still felt buzzy from that satin barely there touch but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Yep. Delicious.”

He glanced away, a thoughtful look on his expressive face. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Dance? I - I don’t really know how.” 

Sirius held out his hand to her. “Let me show you.”

Alice felt more than a little nervous about it, but the couples on the floor did look as if they were having fun. And what was the point of going to a royal ball if you didn’t dance? She set her hand in his, feeling the large, calloused palm enclose her fingers. 

He led her out onto the dance floor and then turned to face her. Sirius kept holding her right hand, but set her left hand on his shoulder and put his left on her upper back. “Alright. I’m going to go slow, little lady. Just follow my lead, ok?”

And then they began to move. Alice felt horribly awkward at first. Step forward, and to the side and feet together and - she just kept focusing on not stepping on him or tripping. But his smile and the confident look in his eyes made her begin to relax. 

“Now you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Sirius smiled. “I’m glad.” His expression turned a little bashful. “You know, I was just thinking, I’ve met you twice now and I still don’t know your name.”

“It’s -”

“Hey old man! Stop hogging the prettiest girls to yourself.” Fenrir tapped Sirius on the shoulder, interrupting the conversation. 

“Hey! I’m not that much older than you.” He let his arm drop, but kept hold of Alice’s hand. 

Fenrir chuckled. “Yeah, says the senior advisor. Anyway, you had enough time with her. If she’s dancing, it’s my turn.” 

Sirius sighed. His violet eyes found Alice’s gaze, and she saw the flicker of something incredibly tender in their depths. “If it’s alright with you?” At her nod, he let go of her hand and took a step back. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Of course. Thank you for showing me how to dance.” She gave him the best curtsy she could do. 

“That guy was teaching you how to dance? You should have asked me. I can show you how to really move.” Fenrir grinned, his smile full of joy and a hint of pride. 

Alice couldn’t help but smile back. “Alright. But this is my first time to dance, so go easy on me?”

Fenrir laughed and took her hand. “The only thing you gotta remember is this.” He pulled her close until their noses were almost touching. “Trust your partner.” Then they were moving. He walked her through another set of steps, similar but with a very different feel to dancing with Sirius. Step and step and step and tap and - 

She squealed as he swung her out and then spun her back against him, surprised. But it was so much fun she was laughing too. 

“See? Now let’s go!” 

From there, his speed increased, and Alice found the best way to keep up was really just to follow his lead and trust him. He spun her in circles and tossed her in the air, slid her between his legs and out the other side to catch her again. They were both laughing and it was honestly the most fun she’d had in a long time. So different from the reassuring solidity of Sirius, though Alice supposed it wasn’t a good idea to compare the two. Like apples and oranges. 

When Fenrir paused to let Alice catch her breath, there was a literal line of ladies waiting to dance with him next. She even spied Druzilla waiting. “You should probably see to your fans,” she sighed. “I don’t mind. I think I need a break anyway.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. But don’t go far. I’d like to dance with you again. You’re a great partner. I can’t believe it’s your first time at a ball!”

Alice felt giddy from the the compliment. She hadn’t expected to have this much fun tonight, nor to get a dance with two of the most famous and beloved men of the royal court. It was everything she could have dreamed of.

Part 3

#ikemen revolution #ikerev au #ikerev seth #ikerev fenrir #ikerev sirius #seth hyde #fenrir godspeed #sirius oswald #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #follower celebration

[ask-the-flirty-fighters]

Fighting Flirty: Character Select PT4 (Act 4.9)

"Are you ready?" Connie asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she prepared to capture Steven's picture, continuing their photoshoot and friendly challenge.

"I'm ready, are you?" Steven replied with a grin, playfully teasing his Heartberry. "After all that reprieve, I think you deserve a drink, Bottom Berry." As he spoke, Connie's cheeks flushed a warm maroon, and she couldn't help but spread an impish grin.

"Ah, now I'm going to put you through your paces, you mischievous Mister," Connie said with determination. Her nostrils flared as she emitted a low, determined noise that was a blend between a purr and a growl.

"Uh-oh, it seems like I may have just flipped her competitive switch," Steven teased, causing Alex to giggle and watch the two of them.

"You two are wild," their photographer giggled from behind her laptop.

"Oh, I have been quite tamed," Connie stated with confidence as she lifted the camera in hand and lined up the lens crosshair. She caught sight of Steven in between them and pursed her lips in a determined smirk. "Not anymore though."

"Give me your best shot," Steven challenged eagerly.

"I will make sure you can pose correctly," Connie responded with a flirty fire. "Give me a reverse bridge."

Steven's eyes widened at the request, about to speak.

"And don't think you can distract me with those puppy brown eyes, I'm in it to win it."

Steven let out a chuckle, his eyes sparkling dangerously. "Oh, you really are something, aren't you, Connie?"

Connie winked as she began to focus the camera, capturing Steven's every move. "Of course, it's why I'm so lovable. Now Reverse Bridge, let's see that core strength." 

Connie tapped the sides of the camera as a substitution for clapping as she allowed a heartfelt giggle to escape her chest.

Steven licked his lips as he stood on his tippy toes and folded his arms as he bent backward in an arch, lowering the top of his head onto the floor. Steady and sturdy, abs tight as he holds the pose.

"Wow, nicely done," Alex stated, impressed. "Didn't think a guy of your size would be so flexible."

"Looks can be deceiving," Steven joked as Connie looked around him, looking for a good shot.

"Hmm, yes. I agree, I wonder if your bridge is as sturdy as it looks," Connie teased before sitting on his costumed stomach. Her legs crossed as she grinned, camera still in her hand. "Not too heavy, am I, Mister?"

"Never heavy, perfectly 'hearty' as always," Steven flirted as he raised his midsection a bit, enticing an impressed gasp from his 'Heartberry'.

The thin material of their costumes hardly barred the heat between the two. Steven's hard and warm gem kissed and snuggled itself into Connie's supple posterior.

"You're not being very professional," Steven responded, keeping the pose as he tried to keep his cheeks from glowing pink.

"I'm not doing anything unprofessional, just looking for the best shot."

"She says as she shuffles her hips on my stomach."

"You're at fault for being such a comfy throne," Connie snickered.

"Unprofessional."

"Just trying to motivate my model for the best shot. Hike your midsection up a bit more, Mister."

"Oh, you're really trying to make me work for it, aren't you?"

"Told you I was going to put you through your paces. Not gonna let me down, are you?" Connie said as she leaned in closer, her eyes meeting Steven's gaze. "You know, I could always stabilize you better if you just let me." A smirk played at the corners of her lips as she pulled back, giving Steven a sultry once-over.

"Oh, I don't trust that tone," Steven half-joked.

"My, oh my," Connie faked shock and insult, exaggeratedly placing her hand on her breast as she widened her eyes. "My Biscuit doesn't trust me, Alex. A decade of memories and no trust for me, his berry, his best friend, his knight, his Jambud. For shame."

"For shame indeed," Alex played along holding in her laughter as she watched them interact.

"You know I trust you with my heart, with my very life," Steven said seriously, a look of admiration and adoration in his tone steeped in affection for the woman leaning upon him. "My lovely birthday Heartberry."

"Oh, Steven." Connie mewled feeling her heart skip and her cheeks glowed a bit. 'My lovely sweet Biscuit. I swear you're the only one who makes me feel just a bit of fantastical romance,' she thought as she gave him a gentle kiss. "You're a smooth talker."

"The old universe charm," he chuckled. "But I'm still not trusting you to help." He smirked, "I know how cunning you can be, little minx. Probably gonna try to tickle me to make me fall on my back."

"Ah...hmmm."

"Oops, seems he figured you out, Nini," Alex laughed.

"That's the problem with knowing someone so long. It gets harder to trick them," Connie chuckled before getting off him and stepping back to get him in the frame.

"Well, all is fair in love and photoshoots," Connie retorted, adjusting the camera and taking a step back. Steven's amusement was infectious, and Connie couldn't help but smile at the way her heartbeat seemed to sync with his laughter. 

Click.

"Ok, that's a good shot," Connie said, standing up and checking the photo. "You can stop showing off and stand up now, Mister." Connie played as Steven allowed himself to fall flat, spread eagle, breathing a bit. "I have a new respect for models; holding the poses is hard."

"Tell me about it," Connie agreed as a thought came to her, seeing Steven spread out with a smile on his face and his eyes closed. Stepping to him and stepping over him, she positioned her legs to his sides as she readied her camera, catching his face as his eyes half opened.

Click.

"And that shot, Seven," Connie giggled, seeing his shocked and blushing face.

"I wasn't even ready," Steven half-heartedly complained.

"That's why it's a near-perfect shot: a natural look of accomplishment after a long-fought mission or a daunting task. Tired but victorious," Connie answered.

"Yeah, carrying your big 'heart' without grabbing you was taxing, to say the least."

Steven looked up at Connie, his eyes filled with a combination of mischief and admiration. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, even after all these years.

"You like my big heart, hippy."

"Never said I didn't," Steven laughed. "Though the shot doesn't really scream 'Shinji Ikari,' don't you think? A bit too positive when I'm supposed to be 'sexy depression.'"

"I mean, is Shinji Ikari...attractive really?" Alex asked.

"No, of course not," Connie answered quickly with finality. "But Steven Ikari." Connie let a small flirtatious smug grin on her lips as she shrugged as if she was considering it. 'Of course, he is, just look at how he fills out that plugsuit, Rawr! Shinji could never!' Connie thought, mentally giggling, unaware of the slightly amorous face she was making.

"Heartberry, you're getting a little lost in your fantasy there, huh?" Steven teased as he poked Connie's nose, making her back up and rub her nose tip.

"I was not, and where did you come from?"

Steven only laughed at her comment before looking at her, love in his eyes as he reached to caress her cheek.

"Hey." Connie nuzzled his palm, basking in his touch and their bond. "Being all affectionate isn't gonna save you."

"Oh, I'm sure you have something planned to break me. Give me your best shot, Heartberry."

"Oh, I will." Connie kissed his palm. "Just don't regret it."

Steven gulped, seeing her passionate and determined black eyes burn with impish mischief. He watched as Connie walked away and behind the desk to get a steel folding chair. She returned it and placed it behind him.

"Sit, since you wanna be Shinji so much," she commanded with a grin, looking at Steven's confused expression.

"What?" Both Alex and Steven wondered where Connie was going with this as Steven did as he was told.

"Now then," Connie began as she positioned Steven in the pose she wanted. Alex watched with wide eyes as Connie put Steven's knees together and giggled as she folded Steven's hands together and put them on his knees. She straight up guffawed with laughter as Connie lowered his head and buried his hands almost in a fetal condition.

"Now, get in the robot, Steven."

"Oh my god!" Alex howled in laughter at Connie's words and impression of Gendo Ikari.

"That wasn't even in that episode!" Steven yelled, trying to hold back his laughter. "You got me in a meme! You're memeing me."

"As a great ninja once said, 'Memes are the DNA of the Soul,'" Connie reiterated with a faux sage tone.

"Based," Alex agreed.

"Disgraced. Monsoon should never be quoted," Steven retorted.

"Well, if you can't meme your partner, who can you meme, right?" Connie smirked before her cheeks burned at her own words.

"What?" Steven began to raise his head.

"Keep your head down," she ordered, putting his head back down quickly. "Gotta take your shot."

Her soft voice tingled his ears as her hand rubbed his scalp and black curly locks. A look of cherished affection on her face as she gently removed her hand and moved back to get Steven in her camera crosshairs. Giggling at how cute and hilarious the scene looked. Unaware of the pink-faced grin on her Mister's face.

Click.

#connie maheswaran #fighting flirty #steven universe future #heartberry #su connie #su au flghting flirty #steven universe #connverse #su steven #fighting flirty lore #new chapter #character select #❤️🍓: we're baaaaccckkk!!!

[merakiui]

May we see the songs on your Azul simp playlist? Pretty please 🙏

Yes, of course! The playlist consists of songs that I think fit Azul's overall character/vibe, so I hope it can be an enjoyable list.

✧ poor unfortunate souls - lollia

✧ onion boy - isaac dunbar

✧ i know - cut capers

✧ xs - rina sawayama

✧ sibyl - wotaku

✧ mafia - wotaku

✧ your love (déjà vu) - glass animals

✧ life itself - glass animals

✧ space ghost coast to coast - glass animals

✧ money - ayla d'lyla

✧ life could be sweet - ayla d'lyla & miss madeline

✧ doin' time - lana del rey

✧ bang! - ajr

✧ boy in the bubble - alec benjamin

✧ mr. saxobeat - alexandra stan

✧ devil i know - allie x

✧ casanova - allie x

✧ simon says - allie x

✧ old habits die hard - allie x

✧ bitch - allie x

✧ sad girlz luv money - amaarae & kali uchis

✧ trouble - annella

✧ 7 rings - ariana grande

✧ grrrls - aviva

✧ casino - azari

✧ shadow shadow - azari

✧ beatdown - baby boys

✧ enemy fire - bea miller

✧ find an island - benee

✧ snail - benee

✧ supalonely - benee

✧ dangerous - big data

✧ chateau - blackbear

✧ make daddy proud - blackbear

✧ be around - blooom

✧ own me - bülow

✧ black madonna - cage the elephant

✧ social cues - cage the elephant

✧ i like it - cardi b, bad bunny, & j balvin

✧ she wants me dead - cazzette & aronchupa

✧ picky - chanmina

✧ why do you love me - charlotte lawrence

✧ ohmami - chase atlantic

✧ swim - chase atlantic

✧ tidal wave - chase atlantic

✧ paint it, black - ciara

✧ solo - clean bandit

✧ r.i.p. gossip sea - cosmo

✧ heart afire - defqwop

✧ casino royale - derivakat

✧ lost in paradise - dj-jo remix

✧ koala - grady

✧ bocca della verità - hiiragi kirai

✧ autophagy - hiiragi kirai

✧ love ka? - hiiragi kirai

✧ razzmatazz - i don't know how but they found me

✧ hat trick - jonathan thulin

✧ king - kanaria

✧ poison berry - kuraiinu

✧ maybe, i'm afraid - lovelytheband

✧ waste - lovelytheband

✧ loneliness for love - lovelytheband

✧ genius - lsd

✧ sex money feelings die - lykke li

✧ hip - mamamoo

✧ oh no! - marina

✧ cry baby - melanie martinez

✧ copy cat - melanie martinez

✧ shut up - mia rodriguez

✧ feeling good - michael bublé

✧ come dance with me - michael bublé

✧ loser - neoni

✧ i~ya i~ya i~ya - neru

✧ yesman - nilfruits

✧ traffic jam - nilfruits

✧ club = majesty - nyanyannya

✧ emperor's new clothes - panic! at the disco

✧ money - poppy

✧ friends - raye

✧ mr. heartache - sekai no owari

✧ soul 4 sale - simon curtis

✧ villain - stella jang

✧ jack pot sad girl - syudou

✧ midnight parade - taisei miyakawa

✧ kirai kirai jigahidai! - takeaki wada

✧ trash and trash! - takeaki wada

✧ junky night town orchestra - 3

✧ the motto - tiësto & ava max

✧ stress fish - tophamhat-kyo

✧ mister jewel box - tophamhat-kyo

✧ kruel kreator - tophamhat-kyo

✧ everything black - unlike pluto

✧ revenge, and a little more - unlike pluto

✧ clown - updog

✧ people i don't like - upsahl

✧ phony - tsumiki

✧ lead your partner - tao tsuchiya

✧ money, money, money - abba

✧ oroka na orca - uratanuki

✧ wolf in sheep's clothing - set it off

✧ the dream granter - vane lily

✧ phantom swing - rigël theatre

✧ breathe (brklyn remix) - mako

✧ mirror - wakakun

✧ big balling - lil hero

✧ sea castle - purity ring

✧ kirari - fujii kaze

✧ shinunoga e-wa - fujii kaze

✧ mood - dpr ian

✧ so beautiful - dpr ian

✧ mr. insanity - dpr ian

✧ nerves - dpr ian

✧ no blueberries - dpr ian

✧ yumekui shirokuro baku - nem (the trio cover + the mv = perfection)

#twisted chit chat #i'm surprised the top playlist isn't the playlist i made for azul thought four #i have listened to it so many times while writing that thought #which i began in april-may #but my most listened to artist was chase atlantic so that explains a lot LOL

[fritextramole]

under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

part 2 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Mr. Big Stuff ~ Jean Knight

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes And have a big fine car, oh yes, you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love You think you're higher than every star above

When I Come Around ~ Green Day

Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes I'm just roaming for the moment Sleazin' my back yard so don't get So uptight you been thinking about ditching me No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found

Wasn’t Tomorrow Wonderful? ~ The Waitresses

Nice things, nice things Oh oh oh, so many nice things Don't mean nothing, if they're dumping Things that sting on you! Don't take that, honey!

Body Language ~ Helena Deland

Fool to think I'd leave with all I need to know and free to go All I need to know and free to go At last Who do you want to be?

I Second That Emotion ~ Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

And maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse that none at all

Untouchable Face ~ Ani DiFranco

I could make you happy, you know If you weren't already I could do a lot of things And I do

Love Like You And Me ~ Gary Glitter

There's a place for you and me Love can come so easily I'll reach out and take your hand Believe in me, you'll understand

I Believe in a Thing Called Love ~ The Darkness

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now

Girls Go Wild ~ LP

It's all in the name of the Wild Wild West I really love you You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you're happy too

Wild Ride ~ MOTHXR

The night was always long I see it We're aching from the fall

Sunlight ~ Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight?

Got to Be Real ~ Cheryl Lynn

You know that your love is my love My love is your love Our love is here to stay

You’ve Got to Go Down and Join the Union ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers

Well though the road be rough and rocky And the hills be steep and high We will sing as we go marching

Santa Monica ~ Everclear

We could live beside the ocean Leave the fire behind Swim out past the breakers Watch the world die

Complicated ~ Olivia O’Brien

Take off all your preppy clothes You know, you're not foolin' Anyone when you become Somebody else 'round everyone else

Say It Again ~ Matt Berry

I'm feeling ashamed but I don't know why Like I've seen myself from a recent life The weather feels hot for this time of year Though suddenly seems so cold

The Trial ~ Dead Can Dance

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes A witness to events that led to this present time These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied Will never survive the greatest test of time

High and Dry ~ Radiohead

The best thing you've had has gone away

Changes ~ David Bowie

And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through

I Don’t Want Your Millions, Mister (All I Want) ~ The Almanac Singers

I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring

Think ~ Aretha Franklin

Let's go way on to way back when I didn't even know you

Hero Takes a Fall ~ The Bangles

Emotion is a virtue For you it is the one fatal flaw Sitting on your throne and drinking Thinking she'll return your call Every story's got an ending Look out, here it comes, here it comes And I won't feel bad at all When the hero takes a fall

I Can’t Wait ~ The White Stripes

First you said I was blind And it's gonna be different this time I thought you made up your mind

Somebody Told Me ~ The Killers

Ready, let's roll onto somethin' new Takin' its toll then I'm leaving without you

I Caught Myself ~ Paramore

Hypnotic, hypnotic You're leaving me breathless I hate this, I hate this You're not the one I believe in

Get Thee Behind Me, Satan ~ The Almanac Singers

Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill Says, “Get you some whiskey, boy, and drink your fill” Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line

I Won’t Back Down ~ Tom Petty

Well I know what's right I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around

#gg #ggplaylists #vanessa abrams #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[bowsandarrow]

(chanting) halloween deerbunny! halloween deerbunny!

witch!ran who resides in a tiny cottage out of town surrounded by her cats and her trusty bat familiar.. who turns into vampire!claude once the sun is down.

mister vamp teasing the clumsy little witch whenever she messes up her spells and potions! but that’s okay, because that’s what he’s here for, no? leaning over her and placing his hands on hers on purpose to help her stir the contents of her cauldron, or fluttering his tiny bat wings as he flies out through the night to help her forage for berries and other goodies..

the clumsy little witch thanking him by allowing him her blood once he’s all thirsty! claude declines at first, saying he could just hunt. but we all know that nothing sustains a vampire better than human blood, and ran would hate for him to harm other animals, especially with the hoard of cats she houses in her little cottage.

so she tilts her neck politely, allowing him to bite and drink to his hearts content! it’s a beneficial exchange—he assists her with her witchly duties, and she supplies him with blood.

and after he’s all sated, he tucks her into bed and makes her a filling meal, poor thing must be so tired.. but that’s alright, because he’ll always take care of her ♡

#♡ : 🦌 #♡ : ran’s musings #self ship #self insert x canon #s/i x canon #yumejoshi #yumeship #selfshipping community #ive been thinking about this for so long #i should cm halloween clauderan art as a treat

[theshinykingdomhideout]

Possible names for Mlp OCs:

Express selection; Expected report; Permanent fortune; Post-war variable; Selective murderer; Helpless ability; Restricted spectator; Rotten revolution;

Part-time vegetarian; Part-time vegetation; Herb hold; Moonshadow colt; Mister dare; Moon petal; Ebony breeze; Little snow; Dark heart; Tiny; Sky shadow; Sunrise shadow; Sugar song; Little gadget; Peppermint tooth; Nettle kiss; Caramel twister; Apple comet; Sweet prickle; Frost blossom; Dancing star; Scarlet arrow; Flawless blanket; Stone fury; Fancy hooves; Moon dust; Lightning star; Rapid shadow; Sky note; Sunshine dough; Brushed meteor; Fruit cake; Shadow eyes; Shining leap; Twinkle steps; Star mist; Rainbow scar; Ocean meteor; Morning sunshine; Lunar thimble; Lucky prize; Ocean shadow; Sugar dash; Buttons; Tiny mystery; Frost light; Ocean breeze; Fire fly; Midnight sparkle; Snow star; Dark vision; Stone sunset; Lucky star; Sugar light; Hazel magic; Ender honeycomb; Mistral wings; Rosemary velvet; Apple jubilee; Meadow flier; Sugar nectar; Diamond bluegrass; Firefly comet; Grape lime; Monsoon cake; Silver nectar; Harvest crush; Lucky zephyr; Forest seashell; Spring bubbles; Hazel berry; Ember cherry; Walnut wishes; Petal shimmer; Cloudy flutter; Ruby cuddle; Crescent eclipse; Paradise lotus; Bunny bunny; Misty apple; Solstice shimmer; Crescent sunbeam; Golden candy; Honey twinkle; Eclipse sprinkles; Aurora melody; Moonlight sunbeam; Paradise jubilee; Autumn morning; Rainbow dreamer; Ocean firefly; Bonnie gypsy; Blue rose; Ocean flier; Vanilla lily; Eclipse ember; Snow rose; Magic moon; Summer bubbles; Magic afternoon; Nutmeg apple; Sunset glow; Velvet prancer; Magic wishes; Crystal wishes; Sunbeam cherry; Shining wings; Juicy rain; Ginger posey; Night white; Master force; Dark mask; Fluffy dream; Strawberry moon; Moonstone bristle; Sunrise comet; Star metal; Midnight whistle; Orchid dream; Nightlight bee; Lilypad petal; Cloud star; Brisk sweeper; Shining haze; Wild bristle; Moon daisy; Ivy jewel; Sweet hero; Arctic gust; Brisk bronco; Dark road; River berry; Star gem; Ebony blossom; Solar jewel; Moonlight jester; Nimble storm; Moonshadow road; Wild venture; Brisk spirit; Wild hero; Jade starlight; Night armor; Moon dawn; Electric drop; Little sparkle; Comet wing; Cloud facade; Sky chaser; Golden starlight; Bulky strikes; Ivory arrow; Night ace; Sunrise specter; Willow mercury; Sweet bristle; Steel comet; Master night; Little night; Mythic meadow; Crimson colt; Sky gust; Moonshadow sorbet; Crimson mark; Silver gust; Solar spirit; Sunrise victory; Arctic star; Crimson strikes; Straight ice; Caramel mane; Little tail; Twilight star; Berry thunder; Platinum comet; Mister shadow; Mythic meadow; Rapid feet; Little mask; Snowy diamond; Nightlight eyes; Starry flower; Moon breeze; Solar love; Lila fashion; Water drop; Rose gem; Little diamond; Star love; Moon glow; Cutie jewel; Lucky charm; Rose star; Velvet harmony; River rain; Electric star; Strawberry petunia; Fluffy aura; Diamond kisses; Ebony candy; Violet snowflake; Mythic shadow; River dusk; Cinnamon fire; Star candy; Celestial petunia; Amber rain; Midnight light; Sapphire night; Emerald night; Ruby night; Onyx night; River drop; Pearl spice; Nightlight song; Electric lily; Celestial dawn; Sugar sunlight; Flawless glow; Ruby eyes; Twinkle bee; Ice dusk; Moon glow; Crystal gem; Sugar rain; Solar petal; Snowy love; Amber blossom; Velvet charm; Aqua sunlight; Star nourish; Fluffy snow; Flawless pie; Thunder flutter; Star chaser; Orchid wings; Silent step; Stone steps; Master metal; Sweet spectre; Solar fire; Starry breeze; Sky whistle; Crimson moon; Onyx haze; Red lacing

#pony oc #mlp #names #hypothetically

[fwuffypwincess]

..୨୧˖ 🩹꒰ 🎀 ꒱ stuffies names ꒰ ⸝⸝ᐡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ᐡ⸝⸝ ꒱

bonbon, choco, caramel, candy, sugar, lollipop, cookies, confetti, cupcake, marshmallow, hunni, milkie, sunset, sunflower, sunshine, sunny, winter, ocean, autumn, skie, cloudy, rosy, peach, strawberry, berry, tulip, snowie, angel, bubbles, cotton, rainbow, star, violet, fuzzy bear, fluffy, cuddles, huggies, tiny, miss, lady/ mister, luni, lily, ariel, ruby, cupid, little heart.

#pwincesscastle #babycore #kidcore #sfw blog #soft #stuffies #plushie #plushies #stuffed animals #agere #sfw agere #age dreaming

[quandaryqueen]

Pockets

Music Meister X Rogue Assistant Reader

A love story that stems from pockets? Yes.

I love this man, okay??

💜 Say, which villain do you think would be stressful to work with? My rational brain says Edward Nygma, as much as I love him with all my heart I just know it would be so damn stressful to work with him.

As his assistant, you will need to be good at following instructions. Doesn't matter if you're intelligent enough to catch up with him or not, you just need to be good at obeying what he says. Instructions extends to complex things, such as the complicated machineries he works on.

"Oh you're capable of programing a bomb? Well very good, that would be put to good use someday. Now could you please get me a drink? 2/3 caff triple ristretto affogato venti, 2 pump mango, 1 pump classic, 2%, mango to the second line, 3 scoops protein, 3 scoops berries, 2 scoop matcha, add banana, double blended, with whip, caramel drizzle, salted caramel topping, vanilla bean frappuccino. Oh and, would you kindly pick up the new printer at this shop? Oh and I'll need these tools, there's a list that I just sent to your phone. I will need all of that in five minutes."

So imagine yourself balancing a heavy ass printer, paper works, the tools he requested, the complicated coffee order, and your clipboard between your teeth.

You were a versatile worker and he made use of that. You were his calendar as you often note down his schedules of agendas, his alarm to remind him of his agenda, his housekeeper as he really can't keep his space clean and will complain if everything is not in order, his chef because Jesus Christ the dude can't pick up some food to save his life, his secretary, his assistant, auditor, business manager...

💜 And so you were often around him, he takes you in various business meetings with the other rogues and due to that you've went to places and met myriads of people.

As his personal assistant, you're basically a Swiss army knife to him with your capabilities and he appreciates you! Loyal and competent assistants these days are rare to find and because of that, you were loaded with tasks that are often than not, overwhelming because that's how he trusts you... At least he pays good and priotizes you when Batman's there.

One night in particular, you were growing claustrophobic in the banquet your boss had attended. Quietly pardoning yourself, Edward briefly turned to tell you not to go too far as you made your way outside of the venue. You settle in their garden where a swing set sat, dusting off the seat before sitting on it.

In the silence you lightly sway, taking a breather to loosen yourself from the tightness you felt in the building. You took notice that you weren't alone, as you pass by the other guests taking their time alone in the corners of the garden, as you saw Black Mask with a cigarette in the gazebo, taking to someone on his phone. You can still hear him ranting away at someone from the other side of the line, and you opted to go further from the gardens, but Mister Nygma instructed you not to specifically go far.

The music of the banquet was still heard, but muffled by the distance. At least you can still hear the entertainment happening there, but you preferred the performer from earlier. You only stuck around to hear him and once he stepped off the stage, you also stepped out of the building.

💜 Unbeknownst to you, Dennis was wandering around the garden to drink in the wonders of the night in a romantic light. The manor was a picturesque dream with its garden and old money structure. He wished he wore a white, ruffled collar shirt and black trousers and run in the gardens barefoot to greet his secret lover by the fountain concealed by the shadow of the trees. To talk about their dreams and aspirations in a hushed tone, afraid to get caught by forbidding parents... A daydreamer's mind is never dull, what can I say?

Substitute his romantic ruffled shirt with a modern suit and cravat and that secret lover as the stranger he stumbled upon by the swing set and you got yourself a classic example of some good ol' romance. This man is an utter hopeless romantic, I swear to God, keep him or I will.

💜 And he shoots his shot.

"Is this seat taken?"

You snap from your reverie when you heard a voice, quite harshly. Your choice of career had you overreacting over little things and if it had taught you one thing, small noises are a dead give away to threats. Or worse, Batman.

By this reaction, Dennis backs away with his hands held up. "Woah, sorry, did I started you?"

"No, the seat isn't taken and yes, you have startled me."

You've yet to recover from the shock his harmless statement, as you couldn't beat to loosen up when he takes the other swing. You watch as he pushes himself a little on the swing, introducing a steadier motion on his swing compared to your weak little sway. You'd raise a brow and wonder how old this man is, but you've seen worse.

You went out here to recharge from the social thing and yet one has followed you and disrupt your lovely lonesome. It would be your first instinct to leave and find another place, but for some reason you were compelled to stay.

"So what brings you here?" He asks, halting from his playful swinging to match your slow pace. You must've given him a look for him to reel back, but he doesn't lose his friendly smile. He sheepishly adds, "If you don't mind me asking,"

He seems harmless, but so does Edward. You indulge but not fully disclose. "I'm my boss' plus one. Couldn't breathe inside so I got out. And you?" Hopefully this is enough to divert the attention away from you.

"One of the performers of the party on break. Figured I should spend some time outside so I wouldn't be bothered by my manager."

"Wait, you were the performer a few minutes ago?" You raised a brow at him. He bears a proud smile. You didn't recognize him, you were too far to see the stage and not to mention, the sea of formal-clad rich people blocked your view. "Shut up, really?"

"Yes."

"Oh my gosh, you did great by the way. I only stayed inside because I liked hearing your performance and when you stepped off and I left. What are the odds that I'll be meeting you." You didn't know whether this was a ruse to keep the topic away from your business or if it was genuinely yourself spewing out of administration.

"Oh stop it, you're making me blush." He limps his hand and brushes an invisible strand of hair behind his ear.

"I am low-key shocked no one's following you here screaming for you to give them your babies or something."

"You really think that?"

"Hmm yeah. With your voice? Your face?" You snorted lightly, holding onto the handles of the swing and began to lightly push yourself. "Helen who? You look like you'd send thousands of ships to war... Illiad reference, hehe..."

"Hmm, I like me some literary reference. You a bookworm?"

"In a way, I guess? Although I haven't held a book in a good while, boss likes me to run around to attend to... Stuff."

"What do you, exactly?"

Shit, steer away from your job.

"Honestly, a lot. Personal assistant is... A versatile job. It's tiring... Fetch this, fetch that... I feel like a dog. If only I can split myself in five to do things all at once, that'd be a dream." You sighed. "Not to mention, my boss is kind of a pain in the ass-- oop!"

Without your notice, your phone slipped from your lap and with quick reflexes, your foot caught it before it can meet the ground. Sighing in frustration, you pick up your phone grumbling.

"Goddamn it," you attempted to store your phone in your apparel, slipping it on your side when you realised you have no pockets. "Goddamn it."

"Pocket problems?" The man bears a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah. The fashion corporation do love to deprive me of apparel storage privilege."

Not to mention, your outfit was a last minute squeeze. In your haze of sleep deprivation, you forgot about this agenda and rushed to get yourself into presentable, albeit not for the weather. As of cue, you shiver for the umpteenth time at the duration of the night.

"Fuck..." You hissed through gritted teeth, running your palms on your arms. The cold but you in the ass and you wish nothing more than to go back inside if it weren't for the fact you'd be suffocated there.

As you enumerate ways to gain warmth, you feel it in the form of a sudden weight on your shoulders. His black double breasted coat lay on your shoulder, it's warmth tempting for you to slip your arms in. Glancing up at the man with flushed cheeks, you wave your hand frantically.

"Oh, no I'm-"

"I insist. It would be ungentlemanly of me to let you freeze." He chuckles. He then points at the inside of the coat. "And look inside, there's so many pockets."

"Oh..." You sink in it's warmth and you catch a whiff of his musk embedded on the coat. A certain spasm stirs in your belly, warming your chest and cheeks with a lithe glow. Eagerly, you slip your arms within it with a hint of embarrassment. "You didn't have to but... Thank you..."

You couldn't look in his eyes, but he certainly was liking the view of your smiling face.

"You're welcome. Though, I must go. Mister Manager will be biting my head off if I don't show up." He stood from the swings and began to head back.

"Wait, what about your-" he stops you before you can even shrug the coat off.

"Keep it." He smiles over his shoulder, before continuing his path.

Swallowing thickly, the warmth of your body spreads at the back of your neck and you didn't realise your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. You bury yourself in his coat, inhaling the remnant of his scent and sighing.

💜 Mister Nygma had called you in after that and you were leaving. Edward questioned where you had gotten your coat, or rather, who had gave it you. That's when the realisation hit that you didn't ask for his name... Well shit.

Mister No Name Man was occupying your head for weeks and whenever you'd move on, you'd see his coat again and re-light your rampant thoughts about him.

Your fellow goons, mainly Echo and Query, were teasing you to no end for living the Wattpad life, even squealing about the fact that you forgot to ask his name and contacts. Oh and they definitely helped you track the guy online, but to no avail.

💜 You wore the coat during formal meetings and cursed when his scent faded away from it and since then you were trying to find which fragrance he uses and again, to no avail.

💜 Though you were mailing around at the fact you might never get to see him again, but fate has other plans, you just be patient.

Yet another banquet hosted by a rogue and invited his fellow rogues, old and new, where a certain new face showed up at this event.

"My, my," you turned to see a man dressed in a purple and lime green get-up. "Lovely to see you again."

Squinting, you don't particularly recognise the man. Though you have no idea who he is, you continue to hold your polite smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm quite forgetful. Who are you again?" That was a lie, you aren't that forgetful. If you were, Riddler would have you replaced.

"Hmm... How should I say this... You are currently wearing my old coat."

Your face dropped. Before you can speak, he steeps down to bow dramatically.

"Music Meister, my dear." You instinctively held your hand out when he held out his, in which upon receiving it, he kisses the back of your hand. "May I have you name?"

In your flushed state, you sputter out your name in a panic. So you're telling me this guy's smoothness level can increase exponentially?

"Ah, Y/N! I see you've met our new business partner." You snap from your trance when you heard Edward behind you.

"Riddler, it's a pleasure. I look forward to our collaboration."

"Likewise," Edward smiles. "Say, are you available after this party?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind joining me in my office? I'd like to discuss our collaboration further."

Music Meister's eyes darted behind Edward where you stood, before directing his gaze back at your boss. "Of course."

"Splendid. I'll see you later. Y/N would you kindly call in Query and Echo? Tell them not to stray too far." He turns to you.

"Yes sir." Before taking your leave, you glance over your shoulder to see Music Meister's eyes following your figure whilst Edward continued his discussion with him.

You bit your lips at the following night. God, you'd be spending more time with him than you thought.

#music meister #music meister x reader #dennis prowell #dennis prowell x reader #dc x you #dc x reader

[comedydoctor18]

*MEET THE SANCTUARY POKÉMON*

~The Mew Crew~

Shade - Mewtwo. Identifies as they mainly but will also accept he or she. Severely claustrophobic when outside the sanctuary. Loves all foods except mustard and most bitter foods. Naked like a sphynx cat. Lets ONLY the humans they live with touch them. Had to be on a special diet for a month during treatment. Has the most even temper of the adults. Middle child

Ezzie - Mewtwo x form. Naked giant sphynx cat. Very clingy to her humans and lets only them touch her. Was extremely self conscious about how she looked and even her weight during her treatment but lots of TLC helped. Also extremely claustrophobic when outside the sanctuary. Hates eating bitter food and avoids most chocolate related foods and pretzels. Gets upset easier than shade.

Dotty - Mew. Can be very tempermental. Gets severe anxiety outside of the sanctuary. Loves all foods but sour and bitter. Wears pet shirts as a comfort thing (like a safety blanket). Prefers to watch what her humans are doing and possibly sneak a piece of food. Will attempt to play music on the record player owned by the witch. Smol nakey cat. Only lets her humans touch her

Opal - shadow Mewtwo. Big bundle of love. Allergic to most spicy foods. Loves sweets with an insane passion. Will eat some extremely weird food combos. Stone is an extra bone. Also mentally disabled but a happy camper; has a broken speech pattern. Gains two beloved mates by the time she turns 3 yrs old. Harmless to a fault and hella good at healing others. Enjoys the dark and being with others. A social butterfly. Loves to hug and be hugged.

Anais - fusion Mewtwo (umbreon). Fluffy boi. Hella quirky natured; definitely a weird one and proud. Enjoys all but sour foods (unless it is sweet & sour). Doesn't mind being touched if he sees who it is first (minus the humans he lives with). Loves to poke things to find out what they are. Hates the taste plain rice or noodles.

Angel, Amora, Lucky - infant Mewtwo triplets. Clingy to their mama and papa. Angel is a crybaby; blind little crybaby who always wants mama. Amora is a troublemaker; watch that exposed heart of yours little mister! Lucky is calm; ninja baby, sneaks off to hide and nap often. All three mainly love milk and berry puree right now; will gain a shaggy like appetite later. Basically the Aristocat triplets.

Koda -shiny infant Mewtwo. Deaf bab is very loud. Loves to explore. Docile but curious by nature. Tries to follow her family everywhere. Favorite spots are with mama or with 'grandma'. Can't actually speak very well when she's older; uses sign language. Very vocal.

~Mates and adopted children~

Mundi -Primarina. Total drag queen and sassy to boot. Adores his family with a fiery passion. Makes sure his mate and babies are healthy and happy daily. Will slap a punk if they hate on his family. Can come over as very proud. (Mated to Shade)

Quincy - giant variant Lopunny. Has vitiligo and a crooked foot. Also a drag queen and very sassy. Will mega evolve to beat the snot out of haters. Adores his family as well and does his best to keep them healthy and happy. Grows his fur out to make blankets for his family. (Mated to Ezzie)

Saskia -Keldeo. Naughty water horse. Paralyzed back legs. Loves spicy food like no other. Now has a new horn and is stronger. Very loving to family; still a lil shit when he wants to be. Was the first one to realize that Opal had ghost abilities.

Rei -Gabite. Adopted by Quincy and Ezzie. Loves her family to bits. MUST DIG! Will chomp on bones and rocks for fun and relaxing. Loves to mess with Saskia because she can. Loves wearing her bandana and will get angry if someone tries to take it (unless it needs to be washed, then she's fine). Has a strong love for being nicknamed "land shark".

Shiloh -Lucario. Abused by bad humans; breeding fodder. Found by Kaden and soon loved on by Dotty. Had to learn to speak telepathically. Gets to bedazzle herself with spiky bracelets and loves it. Tried to learn how to cook like her human and failed miserably. Loves her mate and son with all her heart.

Mysty -Zoroark variant (Hisui). Opal's future mate along with Kikz. Cautious by nature and very observant. Loves Djamila dearly and is very proud to be her Pokémon. Always very worried she scares others but is happy when she doesn't. Can become very protective very quickly. Does NOT like overly sweet or overly spicy food. Tall and light, extremely agile. Has a nasty habit of taking cheese sticks from the fridge at 3am.

Kikz -Cinderace. Opal's future mate along with Mysty. Very active; has to move around. Adores playing with his soccer ball toy. Mildly disabled due to missing an arm. Loves spicy food and keeps it away from Opal. Adores his human, Kaijika, and has helped him. Can and will sneak off any apples he sees.

~The Nanny~

Kyuu -Mimikyu. Was taken in by the witch after being found with a ripped up costume. Got a new costume and takes very good care of it. Loves sweets to bits. Very loving and gentle to all babies. Learned to hum so he could help babies sleep. Helped Opal learn to control her ghost abilities. Basically the brother figure of the witch's team; adores them to pieces. Adopted a traumatized Kadabra as his baby brother. A very loving ghost fairy.

-humans-

Witch Sephi -basically the family leader. Loving mama, strong woman. Disabled and proud of it. Takes no garbage from anyone. Strong in mind and spirit but very weak in body. Uses a cane mainly but will use a wheelchair if need be. Always looks very tired.

Professor Scott - second in command of the family and a very loving dad. Strong yet chubby. Loves to help Pokémon and humans alike. Will throw hands if his family is insulted. Very family oriented. Bit of a spazz and proud of it. Has been bitten by the Mew Crew adults at least once.

Kaden -"bi rockstar". Oldest child. Abuse survivor and healing thanks to lots of love. Enjoys time with family to bits (was an orphan). Can be hot-headed but very loyal. Can play bass and electric guitar. Wants to be a rockstar and mechanic as an adult. Eagerly learned sign language to talk to her little brother. Has a girlfriend from Galar.

Kajika -"deaf boy". Very loving and hyper (has ADHD). LOVES to take pictures of Pokémon. Very vocal. Wears his hair in braids as a sign of respect to his culture. Wants to be a fashion designer as an adult. Currently teaching Koda easy signs. Loves his family to pieces. Nicknamed Kai (full name is pronounced Kah-jee-kah)

Djamila -"shy girl". Very socially awkward. Has autism and proud of it (Dad Scott has it too). Loves her family and Pokémon. Will have a meltdown if away from family for more than 3 minutes. Very smol (technically a dwarf in height). Wears traditional clothing of her culture out of respect. Wants to own a huge floral shop as an adult. Hates loud noises that aren't familiar to her.

(Not listed: Sephi's team and Scott's team)

#pokemon sanctuary #pokemon au

[spunsugarmusings]

“35MM: A Musical Exhibition” Starter Sentences (Part 2)

Part 2 of sentence starters from the musical 35MM: A Musical Exhibition. Change pronouns as necessary! TW for mentions of violence, murder, abuse, religion, and dying.

Leave Luanne

"Her arm's done broke, hung limp like yolk."

"Why don't you march out that door?"

"Ever since he got him laid off, his sanity just made off."

"He was never nice, but now he's cruel."

"If you walk out that door, his truck will be gunning for you."

"You got heart where you should've had brains."

"Someone's howling, screams like sighing with battered breath."

"Months of such conditions turn laymen to logicians."

"You got a life left to live, in a house hanging off the golden coast."

"You won't forget nor forgive."

"She drowned herself in the swamp in wild despair."

"He thinks he used to love her."

"Hell sent you back here for more, cause ain't no one ever loved you!"

"I'm here to settle a score."

"Praise be, amen!"

Mama Let Me In

"Mama, let me in!"

"Why do you hate me and call me a sin?"

"Don't shut me out!"

"Don't you hear me bang and shout?"

"Blessed be the baby who cries in the night."

Why Must We Tell Them Why

"Why must we tell them why?"

"Some require an explanation for why we make the things we make."

"Why excuse each deviation?"

"Think, and you'll miss it."

"Let's defy their forms and fixtures, not playing by their rules of thumb."

"Make something dumb; make them see where we're coming from."

"Who's to say what it ought to be?

Twisted Teeth

"I met my mister as I night-walked in the park."

"Love those twisted teeth."

"But I bet you're gentle."

"All of our friends say we look nearly like twins."

"Fill me up with your love."

"He fits in my family like I fit in his coven."

"They come into our bed, but they never escape."

"We suck them all dry."

"He's my mister forever, I'm forever his wife."

"Ain't no doors get locked, ain't no secrets get hid."

"I'd die for my mister."

"In truth, die I did."

Hemming and Hawing

"She wouldn't pull away like you did today."

"She wouldn't pitch a fit, wouldn't bitch a bit when I leave her alone with my friends."

"You're so not perfect, let me count the ways."

"I'm gonna leave you one of these days."

"Am I getting bored? I just wanna be adored?"

"Is it you? Is it me? Is it us?"

"I used to plan us out, used to have no doubt."

"We'd be married and happy for life!"

"We used to be perfect in so many ways."

"I don't wanna leave you, don't wanna lose you."

"Bring us back to our better days."

"I want the plans we were drawing to come true."

"I hate you, heart."

Cut You A Piece

"So of course they fell in love."

"Looking back, it was the right thing to say."

"I cut you a piece of me."

"Where you go I will go, too."

"I am now a part of you."

"His life was scattered, and soon was her ash."

"I lost my life when I lost you."

"When you love someone so much, to lose them is to never recover."

"You've given a part of your being to them, and when they go you can never have it back."

"Warming your hand in mine fills me with terror, that I will lose you today, or tomorrow, in two years, or seventy."

"When even the earth has numbered days, I can give you just one thing that stays."

"Cut me a piece of you."

"From now on, I'm half a soul."

"Without you, I can't be whole."

"Where you go, that's where I'll be."

"Oh, you are the start of me."

The Ballad of Sara Berry

"Down on your knees before the queen!"

"That girl had everything, 'til hiccup and hitch."

"Life is a prom."

"I know you won't disappoint me and mom."

"You thirst for blood from the roses in hand."

"She tossed her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind."

"Her BFF's declared her socially dead."

"Why be so calm?"

"There's just no future for a princess at prom!"

"You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, as they crown you queen of High School Land!"

"There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got!"

"You got their blood on the roses in hand."

"At least in your head, you're queen of High School Land."

"Oh, pity the dead."

Finale

"Time stops by a photograph."

"It's not right, it's not wrong."

"It's what's inside."

"Hold!"

#starter sentences #rp meme #askbox meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #ask box meme #sentence starters #ask meme #starter prompt #35 mm a musical exhibition

[mushroom-madness]

Submissions & Qualifiers Masterpost

I’ve decided to just make one list of nominees that I’ll update every so often instead of making a new post for every update, to prevent clogging up the blog so people can still find propaganda and questions and stuff!

🍄Our Qualifiers!🍄:

Stanley (Spiritfarer)

Todd from Mario (Drawfee)

Mooshroom (Minecraft)

Brown Slim Mushroom (Everhood)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Danielle Barkstock (Dimension 20)

Breloom (Pokémon)

Zommoth (Bug Fables)

Leif (Bug Fables)

Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cookie Run)

Toad (Mario)

Parasect (Pokémon)

Apothecary Gary (Amphibia)

Ragel (Undertale)

The Mycologists (Inscryption)

Bongo-Head (Genshin Impact)

Twirly-Whirly (Genshin Impact)

Kinoko Komori (My Hero Academia)

Sozo (Cult of the Lamb)

Caduceus Clay (Critical Role)

Toadette (Mario)

Shrumal Warrior (Hollow Knight)

Mister Mushroom (Hollow Knight)

Truffles Daal (Chowder)

Morelull (Pokémon)

En (Dorohedoro)

The Nomes (Little Nightmares)

Shiinotic (Pokémon)

Ramblin’ Evil Mushroom (EarthBound)

Amoonguss (Pokémon)

Amanita (Just Dance)

Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland)

Foongus (Pokémon)

Goomba (Mario)

Akaboshi Bisco (Sabikui Bisco)

Walking Mushroom (Delicious in Dungeon)*

Clickers (The Last of Us)*

Puffstool (Pikmin)*

Mushroom Pikmin (Pikmin)*

Shrumeling (Hollow Knight)*

Congrats to all of our Qualifiers! Below are characters that have been submitted and meet the requirements, but have yet to reach the 3 nomination minimum for qualification.

Characters with 2 Nominations:

Violet and Tate (Monster Prom)

Kinoko (Katamari)

Josh (Dominion SMP)

Myconids (Dungeons & Dragons, 5th Edition)

Shrooom! (EarthBound)

Master Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation)

Tarin (Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening)

Marabelle Cybin/Marabelle the Terrible (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Shroomish (Pokémon)

Toedscool (Pokémon)

Slimefoot (Magic the Gathering)

Muttshroom (Mother 3)

Brute Bonnet (Pokémon)

Shrumbo (Ooblets)

Room (Join the Party)

Magic Myc (Inside Job)

Puff-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Hattifatteners (Moomin)*

Chio (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)*

Characters with 1 Nomination:

Paras (Pokémon)

White Mushroom Emblem Heartless (Kingdom Hearts)

Amanita (Green Lantern)

Galwyn (Troll, 1986)

Advisor Mung (Hypnagogia 無限の夢 Boundless Dreams)

Captain Toad (Mario)

Red Dead Mushroom (Everhood)

Morphean Mushroom (Dragon Quest)

The Truffle (Terarria)

Ararycan (Genshin Impact)

The Blemmigan Voyager (Fallen London)

Brown Mooshroom (Minecraft)

Toedscruel (Pokémon)

Cappy (Kirby)

Fleeble (Ooblets)

Funghoul (Dragon Quest)

Mushroom Mage (Dragon Quest)

Sun-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Doom-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Fume-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Gloom-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Hypno-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Ice-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Scaredy-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Sea-Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Shrub Berry (Empires SMP)

Night Cap (Plants VS Zombies: Battle for Neighborville)

An Zhe (Little Mushroom (小蘑菇))

Duncecap (Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch)

Napcap (Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch)

Nightcap (Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch)

Madcap (Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch)

Princess Shroob (Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time)

Shumi (Shumi Come Home)

Katie Clay (Seconds)

Magnet Shroom (Plants VS Zombies)

Mushroomon/Mushmon (Digimon)

Lich of Flowers (Maiden and Spell)

Hitotake (Mushishi)*

Bloater (The Last of Us)*

Killer Mushroom (American McGee's Alice)*

The top 2 characters per franchise with 3 or more nominations automatically are guaranteed for the bracket. Characters with less than 3 submissions and less nominated characters from franchises with more than two qualifiers will be used to fill the bracket based on mod bias, propaganda, and submitters passion, and are not guaranteed to be in the bracket.

*At least one submission for these characters was done through the askbox instead of the google form. If this was you, please resubmit using the google form with a note saying it’s a resubmission so I can get the proper number of votes all in one place. Thank you!

🍄 So submit away y’all! We’ll keep this post updated as submissions roll in and characters qualify! 🍄

#mushroom madness #submissions #naddpod #my hero academia #dorohedoro #critical role #dimension 20 #spiritfarer #hollow knight #chowder #Pokémon #Mario #drawfee #inscryption #amphibia #Minecraft #bug fables #cookie run #Undertale #genshin impact #everhood #cult of the lamb #the last of us #earthbound #monster prom #dominion smp #Katamari #magic the gathering #kingdom hearts #inside job