#nah... ive seen some get thousands...

[definitely-not-a-plant]

ummmm ive wanted to do one of these for a while now.. so lets do it

100 notes, and i clean my room

200 notes, and i do my work finally

300 notes, and i come out to more of my irl friends

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dont.. dont comment spam.. and like a max of 5 reblogs each to all of you. dont go taking more candy than that

#one of those uhh note things #bleh #are these too high? #nah... ive seen some get thousands... #though.... #nope itll be fine

[xplrvibes]

ive decided i will commentate this one but it likely won’t be as long as the others bc like i dnt feel good. anyway…

im starting this commentary 4.5 minutes in so here is where we start.

this is the snc era where i loved both their fashion styles so much 🙌🏼

Ooh they meet steve and dylan here. i rly like them 🥰 you can tell dylans a cop bc of the way he stands back and watches everyone lol

this house is stunning

I thought colby had a little yellow rubber ducky on his belt and i didnt even question it… my brain is not braining (update it was his phone)

steves hot. there’s no denying it. that man is a man.

I got distracted looking at steve and now colbys in a casket what on earth ☠️

I dont get the fear of bats… why are they so scared of bats? I love bats… 🦇

I just realised they never said “whats up guys its snc” sad sad

i was gonna say snc need to start using pelican cases foe their gear but actually i hate moving pelican cases so props to them for risking thousands of dollars of gear on a camera bag 🙏🏼 bc honestly same. i carry my personal kit in a $5 backpack 🤷🏻‍♀️

i blissfully almost forgot the other one was in this video for a while bc he wasn’t making much of a presence. shattered.

i know theyre tripping out but thats an awesome pic of josh tbh

the ghost wants to talk to them in heaven? that’s fk up

“are they trapped somewhere?” “yeah… help” 😳

“borden… awful” they said it not me

dude i wanna be a petty bitch and not believe seth rn but he genuinely looks freaked out.

josh is really really good at estes. like damn…

“im coming” relatable when colby’s in the room

this is getting insane wtf

steve could tell me santa claus was real and id believe him 🥺

steve saying this is their first time experiencing such a drastic change in activity at this house (and theuve been here over 50 times)… again, further proof of snc being in the psychic realm bc this stuff always happens to them. always. and its bc colbys the psychic and sams the guide. fk

lmao steve and dylan being like nah dudes we dipping we got work in the morning lmao

k done - aussie anon

Oh, if you like Steve and Dylan and you haven't already done so, check out the prison video they did with them and Nate, Our Horrifying Night in Haunted Prison (as seen below, cause there's two prison episodes right near each other in the lineup):

This one is good for some "Colby just casually does psychic things" moments, too.

But yea, I enjoy Steve and Dylan quite a bit.

And omg, honestly, I'm just glad they finally got a regualr suitcase a couple of years ago, at least for the airport part of the travel. Prior to that, everything went into backpacks and duffel bags. 💀

But they must insure their shit (or they're just that rich lol), cause when all their crap including their new camera and light got stolen that time they were able to replace it like a week later, so I guess they figured as long as they protect the SD cards they can figure the rest out. 🤷‍♀️

And yea, this happens a lot cause of the energy these two are creating with their very presence, but what the hell do we know 🤣

#asks #aussie anon

[attraz1one]

Tackling the museum. Repeat text block on the right side of the Troll Hunter 'header' and Reading Room one. Transcript under the cut:

1st image:

The Medieval Troll Hunters Trolling Folks: Older Than You Think

2nd image:

We don't know why this isn't just gibberish, because nobody reads all this text anyway. Nah, just trolling you! And trolling goes back even further than you may have thought. Since the dawn of the written word,humanity has used it as a tool to try to get a rise out of other people.

In the ruins of Pompeii, graffiti has been uncovered insulting the readers' mom. Roman emperors were renown for trash-talking their predecessors in ancient decrees.

One of the most famous examples involves a series of pamphlets written by Shakespeare fans, insisting that his newly announced play, Henry V, could not possibly be as good as his earlier Henry IV, Part 2. And this was before the fans had even really seen the new work!

3rd image:

Reading Room or Reeding Room?

Not all ancient text is written in stone

4th image:

When was the last time you read a book? Some of the "books" in the Reading room haven't been read i9n hundreds or thousands of years, because nobody understands the languages they're written in anymore!

Believe it or not, language changes over time. Linguistic terms we take for granted today, like "LOL". "BRB". and "8====D", would be considered entirely incomprehensible to our ancestors. Perhaps even your Great Aunt Mable!

Some ancient languages have been deciphered by modern historians using documents written in multiple languages. By comparing an unknown language to a known one, linguists can break the code of the unknown language. Of course, these ancient documents are usually written in stone, whereas today's communications are almost entirely digital. Fortunately for future generations, the Cloud is even more durable than stone.

#saints row 2022 #saints row reboot #detail archive

[tobiosmilktea]

can i get some GOOD headcanons on kageyama, kuroo, oikawa, and terushima drunkingly confessing time there best friend? similar to how tsukki did it in the number neighbors au 🥰🥰🥰

drunk confessions w/ kageyama, kuroo, oikawa, and terushima

— k. tobio

OK HEAR ME OUT

kags is the type to be hella emotional when he’s drunk, like full on sobbing or just being moody for no reason

it’s definitely not that bad at first, i would think he could handle his alcohol pretty well but once he get a couple shots in THAT’S when moody kags come in

with you being the designated sober for the group, you had to not drink ofc

out of everyone else in the group he’s one of the more difficult ones

near the end of the might where you had to take everyone home, you literally had to force a sobbing kageyama into the uber

“wHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMN CUTE FOR?”

homie would be choking in between sobs as you literally apologize to the driver

ngl it’s kinda hilarious

drunk kags = simp kags

“y/n ur so pwetty 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”

like DEADASS HES AN ENTIRELY NEW PERSON

but if he isn’t showering you with compliments, he would be crying into your shoulder about how stressed he has been bc of volleyball

“coach said my sets are getting weird 😔😔”

and then you would sit there awkwardly laughing as you tried your best comforting him

you would run your hands through his hair and he’s literally about to self combust from the contact

by the time your uber arrives to his apartment, trying to pull him out of the car is harder than pushing him into it

his six foot one ass really be making it harder than it should be

once you do finally get him out of the car, he’s completely slumped over you and you try your best to lead him back to his place

his muscular arms strategically placed around and over your shoulders as his feet basically drag on the ground

“y/n~ where are we going?”

“back to your apartment, tobio.”

this is the part where he groans and immediately starts resisting

the thing is it doesnt last long considering he’s completely fucking drained, if anything the moment you past by the threshold into his apartment he was already halfway unconscious

your muscles strained guiding him to his bedroom to which your literally just plop him onto his bed

you sigh to yourself as you felt immediate relief on your body

after a beat or two passed to regain some strength and energy, you tug on kag’s body again to make him properly lay on the bed rather than being at the cusp of falling off

“you’re so fucking heavy, tobio.” you pull his bedsheets over him, “also don’t get out of bed or else i’ll kick you.”

honestly he looked so cute as he was in the process of passing out

“y/n?” he called out before you could leave his side

“hm?”

it was then his right hand would find yours and pull it close to him, mumbling: “you treat me so well, y/n... no wonder why i’ve been in love with you since high school.”

perhaps you ended up not leaving his side that night

— k. tetsurou

homie won’t leave you alone while you guys are out drinking

HES VERY PROTECTIVE

he literally refuses to leave your side as both of you were drinking

i would say kuroo has a pretty strong alcohol tolerance but ngl yours is stronger fr

this obviously led to kuroo getting completely shitfaced at a much quicker pace than you and when he’s drunk, it’s obvious

like REALLY obvious

he’s most definitely a giggly drunk

he probably laughs at every little thing with that obnoxious hyena laugh you love to hear so much

if there was ever a moment you two did split up, you would immediately know where he was the moment his loud ass laughs literally thundered throughout the entire bar

“excuse me, have you seen my friend? he’s tall, has black hair that look’s like a chicken’s—”

*CUE LOUDASS HYENA LAUGH FROM ACROSS THE BAR*

“oop- nevermind”

you were literally on your way to fetch him as it was getting super late and the both of you needed to go home when you saw him stumbling farther away from you

“kuroo! where the hell are you going?” you would shout over the loud conversating crowds and music

he ultimately didn’t hear you as he continued walking towards the bar

you grumbled as your eyes stay locked on his large figure to which he starts climbing a bar stool

“oh my fucking god—kuroo!!”

this dude literally CLIMBS ONTO THE BAR

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!” he yells over the large crowd, everyone’s attention is on him and you were immediately struck with second-hand embarrassment

“MAY I HAVE YOU ATTENTION PLEASE! I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I AM LITERALY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR MY FRIEND Y/N!!”

when i tell you were wanted to drop dead then and there

your eyes widened in shock, your mouth parted, and you stood there completely paralyzed as kuroo points you out in the crowd

everyone surounding you turn towards your figure and your cheeks immediately flushed a bright red and your heart suddenly beating a thousand beats per minute

“IVE LIKED YOU FOR AGES.” kuroo continues, “AND I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU FELT THE SAME”

silence filled the club like a wet blanket as you nervously chuckle

this was so awkward like it’s not even funny

“well?” a random guy from across the bar shouted

you purse your lips, “if i say yes, would you get off the bar and take me out on a real date?”

the biggest smile melted upon kuroo’s lips as he laughs

he jumps off the bar and practically cuts through the crowd just to pull you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received

“god, you’re so drunk.”

“it was my only way of getting myself to finally say it.”

— o. tooru

if you think this boy has attitude when he’s sober just wait until he’s drunk

like literally he’s so mfing sassy and for what reason ??

i dont even think this boy drinks that much let alone has a high tolerance of alcohol

oikawa’s a lightweight (i said what i said 😤)

literally if he downs anything more than three shots, he’s a literal goner

not to mention HES ABSOLUTELY WILD

drunk oikawa — the wild, sassy one

i’d say he’s pretty loud, but def not as loud or confident enough like kuroo to stand on a mfing bar and confess his love

nah, if anything, oikawa’s more rowdy when it’s a party at someone else’s house

he knows to keep himself in check if he’s drinking in public (like he knows from experience and almost got arrested one time for public indecency but it izz what it izz)

so he practically learned to control himself, but if it’s a house party ??

GIRL, YOU GOT A WHOLE STORM COMIN

knowing that it’s at a friend’s house, especially if it’s your house, he’s letting himself get completely loose

he knows you’ll take care of him anyway

throughout the night he’s literally messing around with friends, maybe a game of beer pong would usually get him drunk

put once the party’s over, he would usually be the last one to leave as he was left on your couch passed out

you didn’t even notice he was there until he started snoring

you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable unconscious state, it was almost as if you wanted to leave him be, but you knew he had to get back home

so you stroll towards his slumped figure on the couch and kneeled on the ground

his cheek was pressed up again one of the cushions and he was dribbling a bit of saliva but you ultimately chose to ignore it

“oikawa,” you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder and shook it

he wouldn’t really respond for the first few times, but after repeating his name after a while, he would start to stir

he would groan and could barely open his eyes

half-lidded, a smile forms on his lips at the mere sight of you

“hey there gorgeous.” he slurrs through his teeth as he continued to stir

“c’mon, get up you gotta get up and go home. i called an uber for you.”

you tried helping him get up, but he just plops down again

“why can’t i stay wit you?”

“cause you don’t live here.”

“i would if we were together.”

your brows furrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“i always wanted to live with someone i really liked... and that’s you.” his words were almost incoherent how slurred they were through his drunkened state

“you like me?” you asked just to reassure what he mumbled was truly what you heard

he nods as you brush his tangled jungle of hair out of his face

there was a deep onset of crimson blush that appeared on your cheeks as he did so, your heart beat quickening it’s speed as you sighed in contrnt

“you act like i didn’t know this whole time. you’re quite obvious about your feelings, oikawa.”

— t. yuuji

you and terushima were club regulars

each weekend you were out with him club and bar hopping just for the fun of it

but lately, the more often you do things the more desensitized and bored you get of the same activities over and over again

you and terushima sat in both of your car ready to drive to downtown where all the clubs were when you both lazily sighed

“i’m not really in the mood for loud music and socializing.” you would confess, ready to perhaps hear terushima’s jests of you being a party pooper

but instead he sighs and agrees to your surprise as he’s typically the one dragging you to these places anyway

“same,” he mutters. “i think i’d just hangout with you tonight.”

there was a slight tone in his voice as he peaked at you that you couldnt exactly pinpoint as if you were waiting for the catch

“i still wanna drink though.” he added, there it was

“good call”

from then on you stopped by a convinient store where you and terushima buy the cheapest six pack of canned beer

in the end alcohol was alcohol and you both didnt care about the quality

this was the only case in which you had a lower tolerance than terushima as he could literally handle the strongest of liquors and still act sober

it’s kinda scary as sometimes you can never tell whether or not he’s actually drunk

but as he is a sober drunk, the only way you can tell that he’s absolutely blasted is that he becomes brutally honest with you

that brutal honesty sometimes comes with a childish offhanded joke that you would roll your eyes to

not to mention he sometimes becomes a bit of a perv too

“your ass looks better in the dress you wore last weekend” was one example

and because you both wanted some quiet for once on a late saturday night, you drove all the way to the park where it was quiet enough for you two to relax

terushima had held your hand to help you walk up the steep hill to the top of the park in which oversees a great view of tokyo

with it’s pretty city lights shining upon you two, you and terushima settle yourselves on a bench and crack open your beers

you and him cheers as you two silently sipped at the alcohol

by the time both of you were in your third can of beer, it was obvious terushima was completely wasted

“not gonna lie,” oh here it comes, “your driving sucks.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty

a laugh that he likes so much, it sounded like heaven to his ears and he wanted to make you laugh again and again

“i mean, you’re the one whose making me drive you everywhere all the time.”

he scoffs, humming in response as his half-lidded eyes flickered towards you, admiring how the moonlight reflected upon your face as you breathed in the sky

“you’re so beautiful,” he practically whispers.

“hmm?” you turn towars him with you eyes coated in honey

god he was in deep

“i like you.”

it honestly shocked you at first as your eyes widened into saucers

it was straight and brutally honest confession

just how you like it

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #kageyama tobio #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #terushima yuuji #terushima x reader #terushima headcanons

[merlinssaggyyfronts]

BBC Merlin Rewatch:

01x01: The Dragon’s Call

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FIRSTLY THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION LMAO “Merlin, a young country boy” COUNTRY BOY AHAHDHSNDH IF ONLY YOU KNEW!!! ITS LIKE SETTING SOMEONE UP FOR DISASTER BUT THEN AGAIN THEY WERE SO LIKE I MEAN-

aw look at merlin all happy and smily, walking into camelot like he isnt going to witness the death of his best friend/king and basically everyone he loves

LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY!!! HE DOESNT KNOW YET

“like everyone, he must live and learn” yo shut ur bitchass up lizard man u literally tried to murder everyone in camelot that one time

“his name: traumatised 😍😍”

AH YES THE OPENING!!1!1!-!-! AHHH THE AMOUNT OF HAPPINESS I FEEL HEARING THE OPENING

fuck ur bitchass uther no one likes u

“i pride myself as a fair and just king” sir didnt u like basically kill ur wife... and thousands of peo- OH MY GOD MORGANA BB ILY

oh jesus okay hes dead um chile-

“when i came to this land” wait i thought he was raised kn camelot brb i forgot im an idiot wait,,, does this mean before this it was the du bois family on the throne of camelot?? also, mired in chaos? u mean like.... before ur wife died and everyone was living peacefully? ....okay

“merlin, seeing a person who's been stated had been studying magic get beheaded: [a magical being himself] ah,, welcoming.” -my gf

“since the great dragon was captured” ....so did no one think about where they put a dragon?? a captured one at that. ud think he’d be more smart but nah he just left a random ass dragon under his castle like THAT is going to end well

YUHH MARY COLLJNS HATE HIM!!! YELL BABEY YELL!!! “you took my son!” YES MURDER HIM OMG I CAN FEEL HER PAIN

“a son for a son!” omg why couldnt u have killed uther bb ur the perfect villain i love u ur literally just a loving mother i-

OOOOO GAIUS

.....why is there a bunny mask in there

why is thERE A BUNNY MASK-

why didnt merlins eyes glow when he dragged the bed to gaius to save him

also whats this slomo magic why didnt he do this after this why did season one haveso much magic and like every other season was just everyone throwing it back

like i get instinctual magic but like.... if its instinctual wouldnt it happen more especially when his powers get stronger-

gaius: what did you just do?!

also gaius, five seconds later: i know what it was!! i just wanted to know where you learned it

merlin: 😐

merlin, about his magic: i was born like this

gaius, who knows full well warlocks exist: impossible!

(are warlocks naturally born knowing how to use magic without learning? i mean if u have to learn magic like a sorcerer then whats the difference between a warlock and a sorcerer cuz wouldnt sorcerers atleast have to have some magic in them to actually cast spells? am i dumb or do i just not get it)

wait so merlin arrived in camelot on a wednesday

merlin, walking into camelot: it is wednesday my dudes

merlin: [witnesses an execution] aaaAAAAAA-

“someone that might help him find a purpose of his gifts” oh honey he’ll get something mUCH LARGER THAN THAT-

—

oH MORGANA

SHUT UR BITCHASS UTHER SHE WILL KILL YOU-

“the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” oh the waY SHE PREDICTED THEIR FUTURE OO

ah bless u lady helen/mary collins we love them spicy villains

...why do you have a dressing table in a tent

[watches mary collins murder lady helen] i never snitch on dadd- ...someone pls delete me

merlin, about his instinctual magic: i just do it!

gaius: ...lord have mercy what did i just sign myself up to

what ever happened to sir olwen did he die from accidentally overdosing

—

oHHH THERE HE IS THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY!!! MY LIL PRAT MAN!!!!

merlin looks so offended, oh god i could watch this whole scene for HOURS

oooOOOO YES MERLIN FUCK HIM UP!!! SHOW HIM WHOS BOSS

“do i know you?” “im merlin” “so i dont know you” ugh theres already sexual tension

“i would never have a friend who could be such an ass” “or i one so stupid”

also them, ten years later: “i use my magic for you arthur, only you” “just hold me” “i cant lose him! hes my friend!” “thank you..”

“tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?” OOOOH THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING

NOT THE “would you like me to help you?” SIR YOU ARE FLIRTING SO INTENSELY AND DONT EVEN REALISE IT SIR DO YOU KNOW YOURE FALLING IN LOVE

im convinced atleast half the knights with arthur were like “ayo thas kinda sus bro 😳😳 ayo 😳😳”

arthur: tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to help you?

merlin: ....i really dont know how to answer that

imagine being paid to throw fruits at colin morgan omg id be so thrilled

OOOH HERE COMES OUR QUEEN GWEN!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YES ILY

gwen: well, arthur looks like one of those, save the world kinda men... and you dont

merlin, 1500 years later, having failed his destiny: well i mean you’re not wrong

—

gaius: uther banned magic a long time ago

merlin, flabbergasted as if he wasnt raised on tales of the death of his kind every day in the kingdom right next to his: why?!?!?

gaius: the dragon is imprisoned where nobody can free him

merlin:

(that is the face of someone knowing full well hes going to free that dragon. look at him. he’s already made up his mind.)

—

[sees merlin and arthur in the marketplace] oh heres he is again heres the lil bitxh ooo theyre about to FIGHT

god hes flirting so hard without even realising it, oh my god

“i could take you apart with one blow” “i could take you apart with less” um sirs this is a mcdonalds drive thru 😃

arthur: ahah, you’re in trouble now~ 😏😏

i had to pause cuz wHAT THE HELL WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT-

—

....yall are yelling very loudly, um, arent there guards near yall? people passing by? please relax

“im just a nobody, and i always will be” OH IF ONLY YOU KNEWWW

“if i cant use magic, i might as well die” ....well, ive got a surprise for you-

“maybe theres someone with more magic than me?” like... a whole dragon? i mean if you say so 👀

merlin about why he was born like this: if you cant tell me, no one can!

a fucking dragon, basically every magical creature and the druids: WELL-

the camelot guards are so stupid how the hell is this kingdom still standing

how does kilgharrah know merlins name? in prophecy hes known as emrys (and we see basically every magical being call him emrys and not merlin,, i think). so how does he know? did he stretch his neck long enough that he could somehow hear merlin? is it cuz theyre kin? is it cuz merlin and gaius were yelling so loudly that kilgharrah could hear them all the way in his cave? ig we’ll never know 🖐

merlin: where are you?!

kilgharrah:

kilgharrah: without you, arthur will never succeed.

merlin: ....oh look, im already paranoid

the amount of sadness i feel hearing kilgharrah say “none of us can choose our destiny, merlin. and none of us can escape it” is INSANE cuz in season one you can SEE merlin trying to escape it. hes doing his damned best trying to have some control over his life. and then in later seasons you can see the light slowly drain from his eyes as he becomes just another toy for the gods to be entertained by. he realises he cant control a single thing about his life so he does the one thing he can: protect arthur. and he loses SO MUCH because of it! its not fair, he deserved so much, and when he finally got everything he could ever ask for, it was taken away from him by his own mistakes.

arthur, seeing morgana in a beautiful dress: god have mercy 😍

uther: .....um

the way they set arthur and morgana up as if they arent gonna make them siblings i- what the fawk 😄

person A, who knows arthurian lore: oh no! arthur is going to have an affair with morgan(a) and have mordred! oh no!!

person B, whos seen merlin: oh no in this show its worse

person B, knowing full well theyre siblings: much worse....

gwen: who’d wanna marry arthur? 🙄

-

gwen, getting crowned queen of camelot: well fuck

hhhnghnh yes queen sing them to sleep yes murder his bitchass (and fail but like its the thought that counts)

on a sidenote tho this is such a fun way to murder someone, id try this

the absolutely OFFENDED “FATHER!” and the horrified look in arthurs eyss when uther announced merlin would be his manservant is PRICELESS OMG

oh the way uther unintentionally plants the first seed of his sons love story omg 😍😍

Conclusion: this episode is a 10/10 greatest episode with so many iconic scenes omg. mary collins u will forever have my heart for unintentionally kickstarting merlin and arthurs relationship destiny. i loved the whole thing and oh GOD does it already hurt knowing full well how the show ends

#this was a RIDE #eli’s merlin rewatch #yes i have to say everything that happens in the episode pls leave me alone #01x01: the dragon’s call #merlin #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #morgana le fay #morgana pendragon #guinevere #guinevere pendragon #gwen #gaius #kilgharrah #lady helen #mary collins #bbc merlin

[mycloneismywaifu]

Shaco’s thoughts on champions..

Aatrox: Such an angry man, definitely needs to relax.

Ahri: quite pretty, everyone seems to like her. I don’t know though..

Akali: Grumpy, but also...balanced, as they would say?

Alistar: Big boy, Small Mind.

Amumu: Oh Nyoh, poor baby...grow up.

Anivia: who left the frozen chicken out to defrost?

Annie: I like their potential, might host a tea party.

Aphelios: Sorry, didn’t hear what you said.

Ashe: chill...hehe...

Aurelion Sol: ALMIGHTY POTENTIAL...Rude as fuck.

Azir: Hm...you had everything, how did it feel to lose so much...?

Bard: BWOMMM....indeed.

Blitzcrank: Metal body, Metal mind, Metal heart...I wonder if you can feel...

Brand: Toasty, I’ll keep you in my fireplace.

Braum: You have a heart worth thousands, but can you save everybody..?

Caitlyn: You claim to be an amazing sherrif, but you haven’t caught me!

Camille: My my, that’s some long...knives.

Cassiopeia;  I like your style...Poison is quite...thrilling in it’s own way~

Cho'Gath: Who’s a good all eating terrifying monster...? YOU ARE!~

Corki: Has ANYONE seen his feet? Anybody?!

Darius: Chop Chop~ You’ve got to catch up to your brother~

Diana: So edgy, but loving the aesthetic~

Dr. Mundo: I’ll see you next week for drinks! Bring the good stuff!

Draven: I heard your brother’s ahead of you, gotta do more work~!

Ekko: Even if you go back in time, you can’t fix your mistakes...~

Elise: Oh My..!

Evelynn: MY OH MY!

Ezreal: Do you really have to dance like that...?

Fiddlesticks: SQUARK!!! ...hah, good times...

Fiora: You’ll never find a worthy opponent with manners like that!

Fizz: Slippery little sucker you are...

Galio: Big. Very Big.

Gangplank: Arrrg! ..got any of those oranges

Garen: You wish for JUSTICE! but what if you’re in the wrong..?

Gnar: Annoying, but sort of cute. Don’t piss it off, whatever you do.

Gragas: My supplier of the finest bourbon. Also a drinking buddy.

Graves: He smells nice.

Hecarim: I love to sneak onto his back to ride on him like a horse...

Heimerdinger: ...Fucking know it all.

Illaoi: I tried arm wrestling with her ones. Never again.

Irelia: K n i v e s, so many K N I V E S.

Ivern: Honestly I’d probably get high with this guy. He seems like fun to get high with.

Janna: Is it me or is it windy in here?

Jarvan IV: You have a kingdom, but do you deserve it?

Jax: If i gave you a rubber chicken, would you still clobber people?

Jayce: Pretty boy needs to learn his place.

Jhin: Finally, someone with some good T A S T E 

Jinx: 👀

Kai'Sa: I’m surprised you didn’t go c r a z y in the void..how do you feel..?

Kalista: I heard you want to get a little bit of vengence...?

Karma: ...Is a bitch...Pun intended.

Karthus: Fucking love to rock out with this guy. Holy shit.

Kassadin: Needs to find an inhaler.

Katarina: Totally isn’t a Yandere waiting for Garen to ask her out.

Kayle: Should have been the one to hit the ground too hard if she fell.

Kayn: Fucking edgelord who I wish would make up his fucking mind.

Kennen: Get a load of pikachu over here..

Kha'Zix: Messy eater, wouldn’t invite over again.

Kindred: Fun to talk about death with, would chat again. Wolf’s a good boy.

Kled: Fucking mental, would drink with again.

Kog'Maw: What the fuck is this thing. I love it. 

LeBlanc: Amazing parties, amazing dances, need to hang out more..

Lee Sin: Now you see me, now you...oh hang on.

Leona: Praise the sun? Nah I get sun stroke. Give me your sister pls.

Lillia: Too innocent, shouldn’t be here, easy to mess with...actually, maybe stay..?

Lissandra: Cold. Very cold. But the best of the 3..

Lucian: I laughed when I heard Senna got caught. Thresh did a good job.

Lulu: One of my bestest sort of friends, we cause the best mischief. 

Lux: Does your father know what you can do...?

Malphite: B I G

Malzahar: Sorta kinda kreeps me out sometimes...his bugs fuck my shit up...

Maokai: I like chilling in his branches, his saprolings know how to party.

Master Yi: That’s a nice lookin sword you’ve got there...

Miss Fortune: You got two lovely guns. 

Mordekaiser: Best guitarist I’ve ever heard. need to see their next concert.

Morgana: Lovely cookies, shame everyone dies after though.

Nami: Why would you even buy boots??

Nasus: Your brother hates you, do you forgive him? 

Nautilus: Can you even feel me knocking on your head?

Neeko: I see myself all the time, you can’t fool me...

Nidalee: You need some class, a wash and some clothes...

Nocturne: DARKNESS, DARLING, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

Nunu and Willump: Willump can you just eat him already?

Olaf: I miss the good old drinking days...heh, mom’s op...

Orianna: The intricacy of the workings inside are limitless, I must see inside...

Ornn: B I G aswell

Pantheon: You’ve got abs you can eat off, and an ass that would be eaten.

Poppy: You may be small, but damn you hurt.

Pyke: I need to talk to you more, I want to hear all about drowning as much as I can...

Qiyana: You’re just an angry person.

Quinn: I’ve been trying to kill Valor for so long I can’t count the days.

Rakan: Look in the mirror for too long and your face will stick like that.

Rammus: Ok.

Rek'Sai: *SCREECHES BACK*

Renekton: Your brother trapped you for millenia, tell me how much you hate him..

Rengar: heh, you let your guard down and the bug ate your eye..funny.

Riven: You’ll never be welcomed back, you know that, right..?

Rumble: She’ll never notice how much you love her. Give up.

Ryze: C’mon, let me look in the scroll, just a little peek?

Sejuani: God you smell as bad as the boar...

Senna: You have no idea how long it’s been to ask someone...how was it in the lanturn??

Sett: All you do is punch. Not impressed at all.

Shaco: Love this guy, can’t get enough of him!

Shen: You say balance is necessary, so isn’t what Zed doing good..?

Shyvana: No matter what you do, Demacia will always fear you~

Singed: You need to give me more of your experimental vials, I have too much fun with them..

Sion: oh hey big guy, I thought you died!

Sivir: I think you make more money than me killing people...jealous much..

Skarner: Aren’t you the last of your kind...? Samesies! how’s it feel for you~!

Sona: I wish I could hear you scream...that would be wonderful..

Soraka: Why not give Warwick what he wants...no one will miss you~

Swain: I would love to study your...ehem...other form more, it’s so intriguing ...

Sylas: You were a bad boy, yet you didn’t let people know about lux~

Syndra: Show me this limitless power you have~

Tahm Kench: Gotta say, I’m a big fan of your vocabulary...

Taliyah: Yasuo isn’t who you think he is...you should ask who Yone is...

Talon: Stabby Stabby time~

Taric: Wow. 

Teemo: I could list off 900 different ways I would exterminate that little rodent.

Thresh: Hey, I’m Shaco, big fan, huge. Biggest even.

Tristana: you’re oblivious to all the signs, you’ll end up hurting people you have no idea exist...

Trundle: HIT HIT HIT, That all you think about?

Tryndamere: See above

Twisted Fate: I’m never playing cards with you again, seriously, fuck off.

Twitch: God you stink. but you make a good foot rest.

Udyr: So calm, yet anger is deep inside you..

Urgot: No one likes you but god you’re amazing at killing people.

Varus: You fuck everything up, yet you’re still around...

Vayne: You wish to rid the world of black magic, but so much fun comes from it..

Veigar: HAH, SO, SMALL, OH MY, HE’S JUST...PFFFF.

Vel'Koz: I too wish to know what’s going on inside of people’s heads..just more emotionally.

Vi: Caitlyn will never notice you.

Viktor: hit me up when the revolution starts, I may skip town til it’s over.

Vladimir: SO MUCH GOOD WINE, OOF.

Volibear: You’re a big boi now, indeed.

Warwick: Cmon, you know you want it, go get it...soraka’s practically open...

Wukong: sometimes you even get me confused...

Xayah: oo, look at me, such an edgy bitch, only one man get’s me~

Xerath: I am so curious, how the hell did you become what you are...

Xin Zhao: sorry, who are you again?

Yasuo: You killed your brother, didn’t you. I fucking knew it!!

Yorick: Play me that bass riff again, it’s so G O O D

Yuumi: God you’re annoying. 

Zac: surprisingly enough, you’re an amazing bed.

Zed: You know what you should do..? Kill them all...heh, that’d be fun to watch..

Ziggs: I need you to make more bombs, for me...for research purposes..heh

Zilean: You are also annoying, stop knowing where I’ll be, stop. now.

Zoe: GOD, WHY ARE YOU ALL ANNOYING

Zyra: ...you provide the good kush.

Clean list below if anyone want’s to do it too!

I love reading them, tag me in them if you could! :D

Aatrox,

Ahri,

Akali,

Alistar,

Amumu,

Anivia,

Annie,

Aphelios,

Ashe,

Aurelion Sol,

Azir,

Bard,

Blitzcrank,

Brand,

Braum,

Caitlyn,

Camille,

Cassiopeia,

Cho'Gath,

Corki,

Darius,

Diana,

Dr. Mundo,

Draven,

Ekko,

Elise,

Evelynn,

Ezreal,

Fiddlesticks,

Fiora,

Fizz,

Galio,

Gangplank,

Garen,

Gnar,

Gragas,

Graves,

Hecarim,

Heimerdinger,

Illaoi,

Irelia,

Ivern,

Janna,

Jarvan IV,

Jax,

Jayce,

Jhin,

Jinx,

Kai'Sa,

Kalista,

Karma,

Karthus,

Kassadin,

Katarina,

Kayle,

Kayn,

Kennen,

Kha'Zix,

Kindred,

Kled,

Kog'Maw,

LeBlanc,

Lee Sin,

Leona,

Lillia,

Lissandra,

Lucian,

Lulu,

Lux,

Malphite,

Malzahar,

Maokai,

Master Yi,

Miss Fortune,

Mordekaiser,

Morgana,

Nami,

Nasus,

Nautilus,

Neeko,

Nidalee,

Nocturne,

Nunu and Willump,

Olaf,

Orianna,

Ornn,

Pantheon,

Poppy,

Pyke,

Qiyana,

Quinn,

Rakan,

Rammus,

Rek'Sai,

Renekton,

Rengar,

Riven,

Rumble,

Ryze,

Sejuani,

Senna,

Sett,

Shaco,

Shen,

Shyvana,

Singed,

Sion,

Sivir,

Skarner,

Sona,

Soraka,

Swain,

Sylas,

Syndra,

Tahm Kench,

Taliyah,

Talon,

Taric,

Teemo,

Thresh,

Tristana,

Trundle,

Tryndamere,

Twisted Fate,

Twitch,

Udyr,

Urgot,

Varus,

Vayne,

Veigar,

Vel'Koz,

Vi,

Viktor,

Vladimir,

Volibear,

Warwick,

Wukong,

Xayah,

Xerath,

Xin Zhao,

Yasuo,

Yorick,

Yuumi,

Zac,

Zed,

Ziggs,

Zilean,

Zoe,

Zyra,

#ic #musing #championthoughts #if anyone wants to do it they can! #thought id fill this in whenever i got nothin to do lmao #also this isn't targeted to any blogs in particular #just a general feel for champions #this took way longer than expected... #I may be misinformed by some lore #please excuse me.

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Good morning fuckers, after a brief fluffy break, I’m back on my angsty bullshit. This time, I’m tormenting...guess who...

Yeah, it’s Cherri Cola. 

Anyways! Please pay careful attention to the warnings this time, this is incredibly dark and I want you all to be safe. Also Newsie and him have a sibling dynamic because fuck you (no, really because I want fun sibling dynamics.)

Title: all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

Wordcount: 2910

Summary: Cherri Cola has seen too much to want to survive this world. Luckily for him, his family wants him to live, and so do a snarky bird deity and a trio of teenagers.

Aka the story of how Cherri Cola met the Fabulous Four before there were even four of them, and learned a few valuable lessons along the way. 

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, a suicide attempt, hospitals, blood, flashbacks, self-harm, injury, mentions of addiction, (very brief) mentions of needles.

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

AO3 Link

(Actual fic under the cut)

Cherri Cola stared at the door of the radio station, hyperaware of the sunlight that filtered through the cracks even as he tuned out the rest of the world, slumped on the floor of the station. Darkness, it was always darkness. He was always trapped in the dark somehow. But the sunlight was worse. Sunlight was worse. 

He didn’t know who or what he was trying to convince as his nails sunk into his arms. It felt like suffocating; the darkness was endless and filled with thorns that kept him in. The memories never left and the deeds he had done could never be paid for. Not if he lived a hundred years or a thousand. He didn’t deserve to live that long anyways.

He stared at the door, the faint beams of sunlight filtering around the edges. Maybe he should get up and walk out that door. Let the sunlight take him, see how long it took him to die in the desert heat. Maybe he didn’t deserve to live at all.

No. You promised D you wouldn’t. He ranked his nails down his arms, digging deeply enough to leave welts. You. Promised. A promise was a promise. He couldn’t leave Dr. Death Defying. He couldn’t leave NewsAGoGo.

Cherri didn’t realize how deeply he had been digging his nails until the scratches on his wrists started to bleed. Blood. It always came back to blood, didn’t it? Blood of someone he had called sister, pooling around her as he sobbed. Blood of his friends, lying too still on the battlefield and in the sand and on beds in the hospital in Zone 2. Blood of the dracs he had killed, splattered all over him. His own blood, running down his forearms and coating his hands just like the blood of all the innocents who fell to his ray gun.

Suddenly filled with a new surge of energy, he climbed to his feet. Almost mechanically, he went through the motions of putting the poem he had been working on before this all away, knowing how much it bothered D when he left his poetry everywhere. It took longer than it normally would have, his movements slowed by the pain on his wrists and his general lethargy, but it felt like only a second before everything was neatly stowed away.

Cherri Cola looked at the door, squared his shoulders, and walked out into the light.

He walked. And walked. And walked and walked. (And walked.) To his surprise, the sunlight didn’t promise relief like it had always seemed to. All it promised was a harsh death.

Not that Cherri minded that much either. 

He lost track of the hours, lost track of the days after far too little. There was no change in the landscape, not once he got far enough that the radio station was out of sight. The sunlight never seemed to let up, only briefly pausing while he slept. Summertime was the worst time of the year in the desert, it was universally agreed, but the only difference it made to him was more hours of daylight. More scorching sun as his throat grew dry and the desert started to warp around him. Heatstroke, he had the capacity to think still, even as he staggered and fell. Well, this is the end.

He wondered if the Phoenix Witch would come to claim him. Probably not, unless someone put his mask in the mailbox. He knew Newsie knew where it was; she was the only one who knew where his mask and ray gun were stashed. Newsie. His mind could conjure up all too vividly the image of his friend holding the pink mask in her hands, placing it in the mailbox with a whisper of a prayer. Would Newsie cry for him? A tiny, selfish part of him hoped so, hoped he would be missed, but the logical, ruthless side of his mind pointed out that he was just…Cola. Just an old wavehead who could never escape his own mind. A killer, a Ritalin rat, nothing but a worthless excuse for a sibling and a friend. That part hoped Newsie wouldn’t shed a tear. He didn’t deserve her grief. He had abandoned her.

He had abandoned her. Newsie had been almost more of a sister to Cherri than the one he had fought on the battlefields of the Analog Wars, and he had abandoned her. He had left her just like his older sibling had left him, all those many years ago. He was as bad- no, he was worse. His sister had never had a choice. Better Living Industries had taken her and turned her into a weapon, and it had never been her choice at all. It had always been his choice. It had been his choice to fight, to kill and maim and seek vengeance at all costs, his choice to turn to the relief of sunlight and run from what plagued him, and now his choice to leave behind the people he loved.

Cherri scrabbled at the sand, suddenly filled with renewed determination. He owned it to Newsie to try and get back alive, at the very least. He couldn’t just lay here. He had to go, go home to the people he had grown to love.

Getting up didn’t seem to be an option, the shifting sand throwing off what little balance he had and easily overwhelming his spent muscles. Crawling wasn’t any better, that took strength that he didn’t have any longer. So he reached out a hand and inched himself along, slowly and painfully rolling what he thought was back the way he came.

He hardly made it two feet before he collapsed fully again, unable to move himself another inch. No! Get home, I have to get home- 

His eyes fell on taloned(??) feet as he lay in the scorching sand, and he looked up to see a crow-like figure almost crouched above him, tilting her head further than any human should be able to. The Phoenix Witch?

“Am- am I dead?” He croaked.

“Not yet.” His heart surged in hope, despite his earlier wishes, only to be squashed again by her next words. “You’re dying, though.”

“No! I can’t- I- Newsie.”

The Witch’s smile was not kind. “Why are you so upset, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted? Or,” she went on mercilessly, “have you realized there is a point to staying alive after all?”

Cherri shoved down his pride. “There’s a point and-“ he coughed, sand getting into his mouth. “-that point is my sister.”

“Your sister is dead, hon.” She let out a small cackle of amusement as he tried to speak again, finding it even harder than before. “I know who you meant, Cherri Cola. And I know exactly where she is right now, and what she’s doing.”

“What- what is she-“

“Looking for you, sugar. They all are. You’ve got the radio crew in a stir, as people say, all ‘cause you couldn’t blow your brains out like a normal person. Lucky for you though, and them, seeing as you’re not dead yet.”

“Well I’m not dying. Not-“ cough “-not until I can see my sister again.”

“You’ll see one of your sisters if you’re dead,” The Phoenix Witch shrugged.

“I’m still-“ cough “-not dying.”

“Stubborn one, aren’t you? Especially for someone who didn’t care if he lived or not just hours ago.” She tapped him on the forehead. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Cherri Cola. You don’t want to die. You want to not be in pain any longer. And to you, those seem like the same thing. But this isn’t the only route out of your grief, and it’s certainly not a painless one for the people around you. They care, you know.”

“Really?”

“Of course they do. Dumbass. NewsAGoGo cried when she realized you were gone, and so did your beloved Dr. Death Defying. They’ll be hurt worse once they realize you really are dead.”

Guilt swirled in his stomach. “I’m not dead. And-“ cough “-I’m not going to be.”

“Honey, you’re on death’s doorstep. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see me.” She seemed to take pity on him, kneeling next to him and brushing some of the sand away so he could speak better. “I’ll make you a deal, though, a one-time sort of offer. I won’t take you yet, and I’ll make sure you live, on one condition: you have to give me something.”

“What?”

“Anything. I want something that means something to you, though. A piece of your soul, as it were.”

It took him a moment, but “Would a bracelet do?”

“Only if it means something to you.”

“Newsie made it for me.”

She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before swiping the bracelet from his wrist. “Very well, Cherri Cola. Enjoy however many more years of life this will buy you.”

The last thing he saw was a swirl of crow feathers before the world went dark.

-

He woke up briefly who knew how long later to a redhead teen leaning over him, tilting their head. 

“Nah, I think he’s dead, Jet.”

“He looks pretty dead to me.”

“No, shh, Kobes, Party. I swear I saw him move.”

“Nah, he’s gotta be dead.”

“I swear! He was moving, and look, I think he’s breathing!”

Cherri did his best to move his head and hoped they caught on, but even that small movement sent a surge of dizziness through him, and he blacked out again before he could hear any more of the teenagers’ conversation.

-

When he woke up for the second time, he was lying on a somewhat uncomfortable bed in a room he had never seen before, and everything on his entire body hurt. There was an IV stabbed into his arm, and his forearms were neatly bandaged, which made him think this must be a hospital. It certainly wasn’t the radio station.

The person who poked his head into the room a few minutes later confirmed Cherri’s suspicions, as he was quite clearly a medic. “Oh, you’re awake!”

Cherri managed a tired nod as the medic came fully into the room.

“How are you feeling?”

“In a fair bit of pain, but I’ll live.”

“Hmm. Anything in particular, or no?”

Cherri shook his head, and the medic offered a grin. 

“You’re not going to be having a great time of it, sorry about that. Almost dying of heatstroke will do that to you. You’re pretty lucky your friends got you here in time. Oh, and I’m Max, by the way. Your name is?”

“Cherri Cola. My friends brought me in?”

“Well, I’m assuming they’re your friends, anyways. Redhead kid with a smirk like the devil, tall blond kid, and that guy with a really nice smile?” Cherri was reasonably certain he had never met those kids in his life. “No?”

“Huh. Well, anyways, I’ll send them in once I finish my checks, they might be able to explain more than I can.”

True to Max’s word, a few minutes later, a redhead with a smirk like the devil, a tall blond kid, and a brown-haired kid with a friendly smile walked in.

He felt like he should probably say hello or something, but the redhead spoke before he could. “So who the fuck are you, anyways?”

“That’s a good question. Haven’t quite worked out the answer to that one yet, but my name is Cherri Cola if that’s what you’re asking. He/him.”

“Fucking fantastic. So we picked up a random stranger and waited at the hospital for him to wake up.”

The tallest one, the one with a friendly smile, sighed. “Sorry about Poison, they’re mad that the medics made us wait here because there would be no one else to visit you and pick you up when you were healed. I’m Jet Star, by the way. They/them or he/him.”

“Kobra Kid,” The blonde said. “He/him.”

“And I’m Party Poison,” declared the one who had demanded to know who Cherri was. “They/them.”

“Well, uh, nice to meet you. Thank you for taking me to the hospital, I suppose.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, not even us would leave some guy lying there.”

“We almost did, but that’s because we thought you were dead,” Kobra Kid chimed in. He bore a distinct resemblance to Party Poison, both in face and voice, and Cherri was starting to wonder if they were related.

He shook that thought off, trying to focus on what was most important right now. “How long until I can leave the hospital?”

Jet Star was the one to answer that. “Probably another two days or so, you were in pretty bad shape from what I hear.”

“And you’re going to have some badass scars, apparently,” Kobra Kid agreed.

“And do my friends know I’m here?”

Party Poison snorted. “How should we know? We don’t even know who your friends are.”

“D and Newsie- sorry, Dr. Death Defying and NewsAGoGo?”

“Radio DJs, right? We know of them, but we’ve got no real way to contact them,” Party Poison told him.

“We can drive you where you need to go, though, once they release you,” Jet Star offered kindly. 

“That would be great, thank you guys so much.” 

-

So two days later, Cherri Cola was being bustled into the back of an old trans am by three teenagers. Party Poison was driving, and Kobra Kid had claimed shotgun, leaving Jet Star to sit in the back with Cherri. He didn’t mind that, as they seemed the most friendly. He even found himself chatting a bit with them as the siblings (turned out they were, in fact, related) laughed and debated in the front.

“So how long have you been out here?” Cherri asked. That tended to be a fairly safe question- killjoys didn’t talk about their past in Battery City, typically, but how long someone had been out in the Zones was a much safer topic.

“Maybe…fifteen years? I was born out here,” Jet Star explained. “So I don’t quite know, but I think I’m fifteen or sixteen.”

“Ah.” He felt rather old, suddenly. “I’ve been out here since soon after the Helium Wars ended.”

“Wow,” Jet breathed. “You must have seen a lot.”

Cherri stared at the scars on his hands. “Yeah.”

Jet’s hands were nearly equally scarred, although not the same wavehead scars, as they reached out a hand in understanding. “The Zones aren’t always kind.”

He offered them a wane smile. “No, they’re not.”

That was the end of their conversation, as at that moment, the car screeched to a stop in front of the radio station. 

Party Poison hopped out of the drivers seat and knocked loudly on the door as the rest followed behind.

Said door was opened by Show Pony, looking mildly frazzled. “Hey, sugar! Whatcha need?”

“I think we’ve got your friend.”

Ey looked puzzled for a second, and then eir gaze fell on Cherri, standing behind Party Poison with Jet and Kobra Kid. “Cola! Holy- Destroya, Cola!” Ey pushed past the red-haired teen with ease, skating down to throw eir arms around him. “We thought you’d gotten yourself dusted!”

“Not dusted, I’m afraid,” Cherri mumbled.

“Well, good!” Ey turned to holler back into the radio station. “Newsie! Dr. D! Get out here!”

Newsie’s hurried footsteps echoed from within the radio station, and Cherri’s words stuck in his throat as she froze in the doorway. 

“Hey,” He managed.

“Cherri FUCKING Cola, you complete and utter BASTARD!” 

He winced as Newise hugged him tightly, still swearing at him. “You fucker, you little dipshit, you absolute dumbass, we thought you were dead! We thought you were fucking dead, fuckwad!”

“I’m sorry, Newsie.”

“You better fucking be! Rat bastard!”

That was when Dr. Death Defying arrived, with a lot less swearing and fierce hugging, but certainly some scolding. “You scared all of us half to death, Cherri.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“He was half to death too, but of heatstroke, not of fright,” Kobra Kid contributed (very unhelpfully, in Cherri’s opinion).

“That doesn’t make me feel any fucking better,” Newsie muttered.

“Also, infection and dehydration,” Party Poison added.

Cherri sighed. “Not helping, guys.”

“Who are these fine ‘joys?” Pony asked.

“The Terrific Trio!” Jet cheered. “Well, the name is a work in progress. I’m Jet Star. He/him and they/them.”

“Party Poison. They/them. And I’m in charge.”

Kobra Kid snorted. “Kobra Kid. He/him.”

“They saved my life,” Cherri chimed in.

D offered the three young killjoys a warm smile. “Well, we’re very glad you did. I’m Dr. Death Defying, he/him.”

“NewsAGoGo, she/they.”

“An’ I’m Show Pony. Ey/em.”

Eventually, they all headed inside the radio station, where the trio was given some power pup for their trouble, and Cherri was given a lot of lectures and hugging for his. He would have a lot of explaining to do later, he knew, but he preferred to wait as long as possible to see the worry and fear on his friend’s faces. So just for tonight, he was going to revel in the fact that he was alive and here with his friends. That was the most important thing.

Cherri glanced down at his wrist, which felt strangely empty despite the bandages covering it, and smiled quietly to himself. “Hey, Newsie, what do you think about making another bracelet?”

#suicide tw #mentions of addiction #self harm tw #blood tw #hospitals tw #suicidal thoughts tw #auri writes #cherri cola #newsagogo #phoenix witch #jet star #party poison #kobra kid #ttlofk #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days fic #newsie uses 'fucker' as a term of affection #i wrote this listening to the ghost of you

[bicon-crange]

ok this aint tmnt related bt allow me 2 say smth bc i got words to say

so ive never seen avatar the last airbender!! its the best tv show ever made, i know, im majorly missing out, i know. but the show came out when i was five years old and i never had the chance to see it until it came out on netflixxxxe AND....

OK LISTEN... i got shit to say abt this kid. i’m three episodes in and i KNOW this kid is our protagonist (i mean really, katara is- but hes like our steven u. i get it,) and hes cute and all

BUT UM WHEN HE DOES THIS SHIT??? THAT SHIT IS DEMONIC. I DO NOT TRUST THAT SHIT AND IT MAKES ME ALMOST NOT TRUST THIS BOY.

LIKE THERE’S SOME DARKNESS IN THIS LIL TWELVE YEAR OLD IM FUCKIN CALLIN IT THERES A REASON HIS PARENTS DITCHED HIM AND I DONT BUY THAT HE LIKE ACCIDENTALLY FROZE HIMSELF FOR A HUNDRED YEARS I FUCKIN DONT MAN... SMTH DARK IN THIS FCKIN KID...... HES POSSESSED OR SMTH....

^^^^ THIS SHIT?? NOT NORMAL BRO.... LIKE HE’S HAD A THOUSAND SMTH LIVES AND REMEMBERS HIS LAST ONE??? UHHHH...NO ONE ELSE IN THE FUCKIN WATERBENDIN FIREBENDIN FUCK IS DOIN THIS SHIT BRO LIKE WHAT

HE SAID THE AVATAR CHANGES NATIONS EVERY TIME HE DIES SO LIKE UR TELLIN ME THE REST OF THE BENDERS HAVE CREEPY ASS STATUES LIKE THIS??? UHH I DONT BUY IT BRO

THAT SHIT WHEN THEYRE IN THE AIR TEMPLE AND HE MAKES ALL THE FUCKIN STATUES EYES LIGHT UP?? NAH. NAAAAHHH DUDE KATARA TAKE UR BROTHER N LEAVE THIS KIDS A FUCKIN DEMON.

THIS SHIT IS HORRIFYING FOR REAL

#LIKE IS THE AVATAR A DEMON??? OR SOMETHING #BC THIS ISNT RIGHT #LIKE EVERYTHING IN MY GUTS SAYIN THIS ISNT RIGHT #AND I KNOW TEENAGE ANGST MAN WITH THE FCKD EYE WANTS TO CAPTURE THE AVATAR TO KILL HIM AND ITS LIKE #I DONT KNOW MAYBE LET HIM??? #MAYBE ... MAYBE THERE SHOULDNT BE AN AVATAR MAYBE THIS IS A BAD THING KATARINO #IDK AANG SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND I DONT TRUST HIS BIG GOOFY SMILE #LIKE HES 12 AND A BABY BUT ALSO LIKE FUCKIN SCARY AND DEFINITELY KILLED PPL IN THAT SNOW BOAT CRASH #LIKE <:D BRO.... #ARENT U A MONK.... ARENT U.... SUPPOSED TO NOT KILL PPL BC THT CRASH DEFINITELY DID #anyways a girls only 3 eps in so if yall spoil me ill FLIP #IM TWENTY N I LEGIT DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN AVATAR LET ME FIND OUT OK

[amazingmsme]

Through a Wormhole and Among the Stars Part 2

AN: Ok so I know it’s been a big PHAT minute since I updated this fic but I can explain: I honestly forgot I hadn’t updated. I got like 3 more chapters finished so I just thought I had posted more, so sorry for such the long wait! Gonna try to post more consistently with my chaptered fics, so expect to see more of this one, as well as upcoming chapters for Preventing Apotheosis. I still need to write more for A Loyal Companion & Everlasting Avengers, so I’m not too sure when I’ll get to those. I have a few one shots in the works, so be on the lookout for those as well! Now, on with the fic!

Kirk, Bones, and Uhura were the ones who opened the small ship once it came on board. They noticed some exterior damage, as if part of it had been blown up. They called out in the mostly empty vessel, hoping for an answer and heard a groan to their right,  turning to see Eiffel slumped over in a chair. He looked like a complete wreck. He had gone bald, a few strands of hair that were still frozen were sticking up, and his skin was cracked all over his body. His fingers and toes were like bloody stumps after his nails fell off. His normally dark skin now had a sickening pale blue hue to it, and with his half closed eyes he looked like a frozen corpse. Bones widened his eyes when he saw the man who looked like he was barely clinging on. "Jesus Christ, how is he still alive?" he asked. Bones looked at him before grabbing his tricorder to scan his body, noticing he was somewhat awake. "Hey, I need you to stay awake, no good you fallin' asleep." Eiffel opened his eyes slightly only to shut them immediately. "'M already 'sleep," he mumbled, barely coherent.

Bones looked at the readings and shook his head, "Damn where do I even begin," he said in shock. He took out a hypo spray and inserted it into his neck, noticing how he tried to jerk away from the pain. It was good that he could feel that, it meant he was still responsive. "C'mon, I need you to stay awake for me," his tone was stern, but so much care was behind those words. Jim picked up his limp form and they rushed to sick bay.  

After they reached the operating room, Bones set to work and Jim and Uhura were sent back to the bridge. "I'll let you know how he's doin'," Bones told him. He nodded and left his friend to his work, letting Nurse Chapel in through the door as he slid out.

"He's got some sort of virus in his system. It's not like anything I've ever seen, almost as if it was tailored to kill him. But the weird thing is that it seems to be dormant, at least for now. Hand me the regenerator," he said and Chapel complied, handing him the tool. "Thank you. And can you give him some pain killers?" It took a while, but he was finally in a somewhat stable condition. He was still out of it, but Bones knew that was to be expected. He was still hesitant to leave him however, so he decided to stay with him a little bit longer and check up on him throughout the night. He scanned his body once more, frowning when he saw no improvement on the mysterious disease. He needed a second opinion. Damnit, he needed Spock.

They talked for a while, discussing the symptoms and his current condition, hypothesizing about possible cures and treatments. He already looked better after warming up and using the tissue regenerator: his skin wasn't as cracked and his nails were already back, even if they were thin and brittle. As they talked in a loud whisper, Eiffel began to stir, mumbling in his sleep as he tried to shift his body. They stopped talking and Bones walked over to his bed, a warm smile finding its way onto his face as he greeted him gently, "Hey, you're up. How're you feeling?"

Eiffel rubbed his head, grimacing as he tried to sit up. Bones placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back into a laying position. He groaned, "Hera, turn down the lights." Bones disregarded the name, sure he was still delirious from passing out for so long, "Unfortunately I have to have the lights on no less than 40% in sick bay, so this is as dim as they can get. I'm Doctor McCoy," he said, holding out his hand. Eiffel stared up at him in awe, "No way." He took his hand and shook it, squeezing it slightly. "Oh man, everything seems so real," he said, looking around the room in amazement.

"It is real," Bones assured, but Eiffel shook his head.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure this is all in my head. I mean, you're all just characters, so this can't be real, right?" Bones blinked in surprise and Spock turned to him, "Perhaps the wormhole we passed through brought us to a parallel universe, one in which we are not real people," he offered.

"We better talk to Jim," Bones said before turning to Eiffel, "Stay here," he ordered. "Sure thing Doc," he said flashing him a thumbs up. He waited for the door to close and checked to see if the coast was clear before he made to stand. He stumbled forth on wobbly legs before catching himself. He stared in shock at his feet that were firmly planted on the ground and stomped once, twice. He grabbed a pen off of a nearby desk and let go, watching it fall to the floor.  He wasn't floating. Maybe this was real... Or maybe it was his mind playing a cruel trick on him, trying to convince him that he was somewhere safe when he really wasn't. It wouldn't be the first time. Back on the Hephaestus he often dreamed that he was back on earth, on solid ground, and he had his normal life back. But he also had wild dreams that seemed well beyond the realm of possibility, and he was pretty sure this might be one of them. Maybe this was his version of heaven. He was a big enough nerd for it to be considered heaven.

He walked around the empty med bay and soon became bored. He knew he was told to stay put, but it was too tempting to slip out the door. If he were back on the Hephaestus, Hilbert would've just strapped him to the bed or have Minkowski or Hera track him down for him. But he wasn't on the Hephaestus, and probably never would be again... A little walk outside wouldn't hurt. Just down the hall.

He peaked out the door, checking both ways to see if anyone was coming before he stepped out. He pulled his iv stand through the door and started shuffling down the long corridor. Man, the Enterprise was a lot bigger than it looked on tv. He was half way down the hall when suddenly four people rounded the corner and they all stopped dead in their tracks. Bones was the first to recover from his shock and his expression quickly morphed into one of anger.

"What the hell did I say?" he yelled and rushed up to his patient, using his arm to help support him. It was clear that he was not happy with him, and it was honestly a little scarier than Eiffel thought it would be.

"To stay put..."

"That's right, so what are you doing out here?"

"I was bored! And c'mon, I'm on the freaking Starship Enterprise how can I not be expected to wander around?" Bones rolled his eyes, helping him back to sick bay and mumbling to himself, "Damn kid's just as bad as Kirk." Eiffel couldn't help but notice the quick smile that flashed on Kirk's face at those words and felt his heart flutter a bit.

Bones laid him back down on his bed and helped him get comfortable before taking a seat in front of him. "How're you feeling? You must be feeling pretty well considering the field trip you just took." Eiffel laughed briefly, "Yeah, I feel better than I did earlier."

Jim adjusted himself before he spoke, "I know this might be hard to talk about, but how long were you on that ship?"

Eiffel reached up to run a hand through his hair, but stopped when his fingers touched his scalp, remembering that his hair was still gone. He brought his arm back down with a dejected look that he quickly tried to mask as neutral. "Uh it's hard to say ‘cause I went in the cryo so many times, but I think a couple hundred at least? I was several thousand light years away from this base and my boosters could blast once every three days, so I'd put myself under, wake up, try the boosters, send out a distress message and repeat. I did that until I ran out of water," he explained. I'm still not convinced I'm off that fucking thing, he wanted to add.

"The state that we found you in was alarming, but I'm glad you're feeling better, just don't get up and go wandering around damnit!" Bones scolded, wanting to make his point clear. "Not only are you still weak and sick, but you could also infect other people since I don't know what the hell is wrong with you." Eiffel met his eyes, "The Decima virus..."

Everyone was very interested, but also very confused. He knew about this? And knew what it was? Bones decided he needed to get all the answers he could. "You obviously know more about this than me, so what is it, and how did you get it?" Eiffel snorted; he couldn't believe he was having to explain his disease to Doctor Leonard McCoy himself.

"Apparently I was the lab rat for a virus that's supposed to save humanity and make them stronger, but also slowly kills you since it's not perfected yet, or at least that's what I gathered from Dr. Frankenstein's fucked up excuse for injecting me with the modern black plague," Eiffel spat out and crossed his arms over his chest. He hated Hilbert for what he had done to him and betraying the whole crew, but after everything, he still missed him. The fact that knowing you'll never get the chance to see someone again, even if you can't stand them, makes you miss them. He was frustrated with himself for the fact he would give anything to see Hilbert again, because that would mean he was back with his crew. Still, he felt the bitterness rise as he spoke, "That bastard injected me with the virus after he already tested and killed Lovelace's crew, all while pretending to be my friend." He wasn't talking to them anymore, instead addressing himself out loud. "And now I'm stuck with it, and without him to keep it in check, I'll die." He stared straight ahead, refusing to look at any of them. He knew he was slowly going insane, he could feel it. His grip on reality slowly loosened and he just knew he was going to wake up on that tiny space ship surrounded by nothing but stars. He was brought out of his thoughts by two strong hands gripping his shoulders, "You're not gonna die because I won't let you." Eiffel blinked a few times and found himself staring straight into Bones' eyes, and it made him feel a little bit safer. And he believed him.

#wolf 359 #wolf 359 fic #wolf 359 crossover #star trek #star trek fic #star trek crossover #doug eiffel #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #nyota uhura #spock #hera #dr hilbert #renee minkowski #isabelle lovelace #alexander hilbert

[comicteaparty]

June 10th-June 16th, 2020 Reader Favorites Archive

The archive for the Reader Favorites chat that occurred from June 10th, 2020 to June 16th, 2020.  The chat focused on the following  question:

How does poor web design affect if and/or how you read a particular webcomic?

carcarchu

it's a huge factor. if a comic is amazing in every way but the website or app makes it difficult for me to read i'm simply NOT going to read it. there are a lot of great series that i've put on the back burner just because the website is so annoying to navigate

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

i've honestly never run into a website so bad it stopped me from reading a comic i was interested in

carcarchu

FYI the worst comic app i've ever experienced is Aqua Kiss which I downloaded to read a single series. it's the most barebones app imaginable with no search bar. if you want to read something you actually have to manually load each calendar week to find it and some stuff are buried dozens of pages back. and to make matters worse it doesn't have a "history" or "bookmarks" feature either

Deo101 [Millennium]

The worst things with sites that I see often are 1: huge headers, and 2: laggy sites (not really site design, but its adjacent I think) Another is if the pages are too big on the screen, so you can't, for instance, see some panels all at once. Those kinds of things can really ruin a reading experience for me

carcarchu

One example of a website that is hostile to the reading experience is ZMYK which for some reason hosts vertical scroll comics but cuts them up into little pieces as if they were comic format so you can't actually scroll through the entire chapter as it was intended to

That kind of thing grinds my gears so much how can something you have to pay for be that incredibly bad

Deo101 [Millennium]

I've also seen some sites that have graphic design issues, where elements are illegible due to their color, and some have very busy and distracting backgrounds. Those kinds of things won't necessarily ruin it, but they're distracting

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

forward comic's website was doing this weird thing where the further I read the longer pages took to load. Near the end it seemed they were taking 10 full seconds. Still read the whole thing though. Reading manga on shady sites with terrible internet connection as a kid has desensitized me

Oh one comic I was interested in but didn't read because of the site: I was kidnapped by lesbian pirates from outer space. It doesn't have a website. To read it you have to pirate (hehe) copies of the archive.

It's a pretty sad story- the author was young and tricked into giving up the rights to her series

She ended up taking the site down to prevent the company from getting any more money off of it

https://rosalarian.tumblr.com/post/65353128180/its-with-extreme-sadness-that-i-announce-that-my

Here's her post about it

I think it can be a good warning message to us

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

For me, the biggest thing that deters me from reading a comic is if the website isn't well optimized for mobile (as someone who reads a lot on the go). This includes the images loading bigger than the page, or navigation being hidden on mobile, or glitchy scrolling, or any number of ungodly things. Also, too many ads. That'll turn me away in a heartbeat.

Deo101 [Millennium]

Yeah ads are definitely a huge turnoff for me too

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

FYI the worst comic app i've ever experienced is Aqua Kiss which I downloaded to read a single series. it's the most barebones app imaginable with no search bar. if you want to read something you actually have to manually load each calendar week to find it and some stuff are buried dozens of pages back. and to make matters worse it doesn't have a "history" or "bookmarks" feature either

@carcarchu okay i just digested this comment and wtf

no search bar is laughably bad omg

how did you even find out about it

Deo101 [Millennium]

Yeah that's ridiculous hahahaha

carcarchu

it's a shame because there are genuinely good comics on there you can't read anywhere else?? and i found it because an artist i adore did a series for it but it got AXED after only 2 chapters and after that was pretty much scrubbed from the internet. i think it's a shame because it really had so much potential and it ended before the story was really able to start

it's a screenshot from the app. you can see that it is categorized reverse chronologically by week

the point of aqua kiss is to emulate monthly/weekly style manga magazines but in app form. however i think the execution of this idea was horrendous

SteffieMusings

Oh no! It must make reading there so challenging. As for me, if the navigation is so hard to understand/pages don't load properly when you click a link or when the website's colours hurt my eyes so much I can't stay there for too long.

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

Honestly nowadays most of the CMS's out there share the same basic functionality and adaptability, so it's getting harder to screw up on that. Most sites are OK, if only a bit laggy. If the site takes less than 2 seconds to load and it's not so crowded that I have to look for the comic, I'm generally good.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

How much bad/inaccessible web design I'll tolerate is directly proportional to how much I care about the comic.

I've dropped a couple series in the middle of the archive just because they changed the site design to screw up the tracking of bookmarking sites, so I would've had to figure out an alternate way to keep track of it, and it didn't seem worth the effort

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Oh yeah, I've totally had that happen too where I was deep into an archive, had taken a reading break for a month or two, and came back to find the urls had been updated and my spot was lost it isn't so bad if a comic also has an archive page, but ive stopped reading a few stories that it would have been too hard to track down where I was.

DaeofthePast

I haven’t had to experience weird websites in a while, but I do sometimes go to an unknown website to read the comic/manga I’m looking for. Mostly what I’ve had trouble with is unnumbered chapters, of that it’s unclear where/how to start reading in general.(edited)

Like, I get to the page for that specific comic and then there’s no easy “start reading here” button anywhere

And when I do find the chapters list, I don’t know which end of the list is the beginning bc it’s unnumbered

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Is a "First page" button enough or are you looking for a "new readers start here" button? (<- is redisigning her page)

DaeofthePast

Is there a difference? :0

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

hm, sometimes yes.

Some old running comics have different jump-on points (schlock mercenary for example).

DaeofthePast

Ooh I see

Well when I first go on the site, I just want to start reading so idk

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

So, I always try to read every comic that's featured in the book club all the way through. Like even if I don't particularly like the opening, or if the comic is thousands of pages long, or I don't have time to meaningfully discuss the comic, I do try to at least give the comic a fair shake by reading through the entire archive. There have been four exceptions. One was because of content (it was a gag a day comic, and the content was SO horrible for SO long that I just couldn't stand it anymore. real "punching down" type of humor). Another was because the comic was literally deleted before I could get to it. The remaining two were because the site design/organization were so awful that the comics were unreadable. One of the two comics had a custom built, hand-coded site (I assume), and it just... didn't work properly. Like the "previous" button seemingly took you to a random page, the "next" button and the "latest" button led to the same place, etc. I'm not sure the creator ever bothered to test the site. The other one used some pre-built stuff, so it was ok... but you had to scroll to the top of the page to go to the next page. Not only that, but the author was posting all their comics to the same archive - which means one page would be the comic that was actually meant to be read for the book club and the next few pages were a completely different comic entirely. And this wasn't a gag-a-day either - it was a story based comic, so the three action minimum to get to the next page made things absolute hell to keep track of.(edited)

DaeofthePast

Wow

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Uff, yeah, that sounds horrible.

Nyx+Nyssa's page is currently a barebone mess, but I made at least sure the navigation works. :/

DaeofthePast

Having the comic be deleted while you’re reading it sounds like such a weird experience lmao

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

i mean, it wasn't thanos snap style lol

DaeofthePast

Was the website gone too or?

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

it was in between days

nah the website was still there, it's just that the author had decided to reboot their comic and forgot that they had submitted it to the book club

DaeofthePast

Oh okay I imagined Thanos snap style

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Not really a design but a site thing: I can't do comics without an archive of some sort. On platforms like Tapas or WT, the episode list serves that purpose perfectly fine. I personally need to be able to see how many pages there are, and I need a way to go to specific pages easily. It might sound like a small complaint, but it's a big thing for me! There have been comics that piqued my interest, but once I saw that there was no archive of any form, I left forever. Sure, I might be missing out, but there are also lots of good comics out there that have accessible archives. My life isn't long enough to read them all, so I'm letting myself be very picky.

copperine

I can manage a very basic site just fine. But if a site is hard to navigate, or just makes reading the page/getting to the next page difficult - I'd be likely to give up eventually. Doesn't matter about the quality of the comic, but if it's a chore to just read it, it's going to put me off after a while

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

I will note - if you want me to actually discuss your comic in the book club, please do have an archive link, and probably a cast page too. Like the lack of one doesn't stop me from reading entirely, but I can't discuss anything without being able to look back at specific moments. (and one of those archives that just has dates doesn't count - lemme know what the chapter is!)

copperine

For example - when I read webcomics on dA, I was absolutely fine with either the author having a dedicated folder with the pages in order. Another option was to link next and prev pages in the description. But if I had to go find each next page, I just wouldn't.

DaeofthePast

By an archive do you mean kinda like a chapters list?

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

A list of all the pages, ideally

That also list the chapters somehow

copperine

Short version: if I feel like I'm spending half as much time navigating the site as I am actually reading, it's gonna get old real quick

DaeofthePast

And same copperine. As long as it’s organized well, I will probably read it

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Like maybe you click on a chapter link to get to a list of the pages, or maybe it's just a list of the pages with the chapter names as headers

some sort of organization

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Yeah! (I admit my own comic's archive page isn't the prettiest, but it's 100% functional.)

DaeofthePast

I only have a chapter list so far ^^; idk how to go about getting an archive

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Chapter list is totally fine if your chapters tend to be on the shorter side

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

I like having chapter lists around, although coding them can be a handful Not sure if to go for an archive with thumbnails or just with page numbers though.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

It's also workable if you also have like... a dropdown menu for individual pages on the actual pages? So it only takes 2 clicks to go to a specific page (first click to go to the chapter, second click to go to the page)

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

OH yeah, there was also a dA comic in the book club once that didn't have any next/previous buttons. However, it was a short comic - the bare minimum for getting into the book club - so I still read it all the way through. But it was pretty annoying to do so. (it was also pretty obviously a fetish comic, but that's not really relevant to the discussion XD)

DaeofthePast

I want to post by scene so I’ll be dividing chapters like “chapter 3 part 1” to hopefully that will be better

copperine

I'll always take functional over pretty

DaeofthePast

Haha I’m not sure if I want to know the comic for that one

Also what is “punching down” humor?

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Like, the author was a straight man, and nearly every joke was making fun of people who weren't those things.

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

it's like making fun of people but

copperine

Yikes

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

you're intentially trying to put them down

that's punching down in my imo rip

DaeofthePast

Oh

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

yeah....

DaeofthePast

Well at least I know what to call it when I see it in the future ._.

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Like, occasionally I see a shitty joke in a comic and I keep reading because maybe the author improved (we do sometimes get comics with archives that date back decades in here) But this comic was just so consistently awful for so long that I couldn't stand it

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

oof that aint good

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Though that's kinda off topic lol

DaeofthePast

Oh yeah

So bad site design...

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Anyway, I don't really wanna post the examples of the comics I talked about in here cuz I don't wanna call anyone out

Actually, hold on, lemme check something

DaeofthePast

I feel I haven’t had too much experience with bad site designs, but I might have just forgotten(edited)

K

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

ok yeah

so, the comic where you had to scroll up to the top of each page to click to the next one, and the site was multiple comics alternating pages that made the story rough to follow

copperine

Oof yeah having to scroll up to click next won't stop me but it is a bother

DaeofthePast

I like having the next button both on top and the bottom, even if they update page by page(edited)

It just feels convinient

copperine

Yeah same

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Re: punching up/down, here's an overly simplistic set of examples: billionaires making fun of poor people is punching down. Poor people making fun of billionaires is punching up.

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

's good webdesign pattern for everything with continous content - e.g. blogs, web-novels, webcomics.

Ideally you have one on top, between content and comments and under comments

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

the comic that alternated storylines & required scrolling back up to go to the next page was Antibunny: http://vinnied.comicgenesis.com/d/20061002.html if you see that page I linked and click next a few times, there's no obvious distinction between the main story and the spinoff story (no, like, header change between the two, and the art style looks similar), so you can see how it'd be confusing to follow and the scrolling is just icing on the cake (it used to be even worse) the only reason I feel comfortable sharing that is because the author uploaded the comics to new sites, and fixed all those issues in the process: http://antibunny.net/

DaeofthePast

Oh nice. So they realized the problem

copperine

Aren't they in this server? Or am I thinking of another one

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Yeah, the author is in this server

copperine

I thought so

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Hence why he realized, because we told him that there was a problem during the book club

copperine

I'm not gonna take anything said here as a comment on anyway btw

DaeofthePast

It’s cool that submitting their comic to the tea party resulted in some good feedback :3

copperine

You love to see it!

It always makes me happy when webcomic community stuff helps people out, that seems like the ideal outcome

DaeofthePast

Yess

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

i agree on that yeee

DaeofthePast

It’s like having a friend point out a spelling mistake. Embarrassing but you can live with the knowledge that your work is now a little bit better(edited)

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Yeah kinda off-topic, but I love it when the author of the comic for the book club joins the server. Like not only does it mean that the author could join in on others' discussions in the future (pay it forward 'n stuff), but... it's just really sad when I see a comic pop up in the book club and the author seemingly forgot they submitted it.

DaeofthePast

How long does it usually take to get to a comic? :0 that they would forget they submitted it?

copperine

I always hope I can help others out or support them, and I hope they feel the same

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

The book club had a very very long wait list in the past. These days, not so long.

DaeofthePast

And I guess if you submit a comic with a website, the people here can be your beta testers

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

what's odd is that five months ago, the wait list was six months but now, the wait list is two months y'all need to submit/resubmit your comics

DaeofthePast

I tried going to submit mine yesterday and the site doesn’t let me v.v says you’re booked for July

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

oh yeah, so it is

DaeofthePast

Maybe later :3

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

i guess Rebel doesn't want the queue to get too long

copperine

I would submit mine but I'm only at 10 pages and I believe you need to have 20 to submit

DaeofthePast

Ooh they have a minimum?

Gotta count my pages now

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I mean it makes sense. Hard to discuss a comic that only has the cover for chapter 1

DaeofthePast

XD

Tru

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

"Let us dissect this cover image for an entire week"

DaeofthePast

It would be a hilarious April fools challenge

copperine

Idk I think it was 20 minimum?

DaeofthePast

shrug

copperine

@snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights) can you shed any light on this

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

The sign up form is where you would normally find that information.

copperine

... very good point

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

But the form is currently unavailable, and it's possible that Rebel might change the requirement when it becomes available again

copperine

Ah

Thank you for the heads up

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

FYI, https://comicteaparty.com/ is where the form will be available eventually

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

They accept resubmissions now?

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

I def like arrows on the top and bottom of pages for sites to be more of a thing, as well as clicking the image for the next page too! Honestly there hasn't been a make or break, mainly preferences, and the most complaints i have are with the mobile formatting. I think most comics have been pretty solid in functionality that i've read, and it's clear that having their own website is becoming mainstream enough for there to be help, tips, and tricks to making it work!

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I definitely prefer if I can just click on the comic image to go to the next page especially for mobile.

copperine

Agreed!

Idk about resubmissions tho

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

... Wow. I absolutely HATE clickable images on mobile, because they usually mess with the pinch-zoom.

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

i've had sites that didnt have image click throughs and the arrow..... was like SO TINY XD

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Didn't think anyone would actually like it, so... huh.

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

i kept going back and forth

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

yeah, navigation needs to be bigger on mobile for safe tapping.

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Oh, re:resubmissions, I'm pretty sure you can if it's been long enough? I think @snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights) mentioned it recently as an option. But maybe a tangent for #general

boogeymadam

i dont mind the pinch zoom being a little more difficult from time to time cause usually the clickable image is worth it to me

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Same

boogeymadam

am also fond of sites that allow left/right arrows to let you move forward and back on desktop

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Mainly it's just for like Krispy said, reading on mobile and tiny next/previous buttons.

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

ye my dummy thicc fingers prefer the click through image for sure

ohh yes Boogey that too

boogeymadam

it took me hours of googling to find the very simple comicpress option to just turn that on on my site

copperine

Mmm I do like sites that allow pinch zoom though

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I also prefer clicking on the image to go to the next page

mariah (rainy day dreams)

My fingers small, but still dummy T-T

copperine

It makes it easier to get a better look at the page

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

iweudhweiu Mariah XD

copperine

Especially if it's got smaller font

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

nyxandnyssa has a seperate navigation for mobile that's much bigger and skipping scene select to make tapping easier.

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

I've had the hover text def bum me out for some comics, where you click the image and it just displays the text, then you gotta click the tiny next bar def killed me there

copperine

I've never had issues with pinch zoom affecting clickable images but I can imagine it would be annoying

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

but! never breaks me out of a comic for me to stop reading-! i persevere in the face of adversity XD

boogeymadam

i've never encountered a site so bad i couldnt continue reading. maybe stuff where i'd stop reading until i was less frustrated but i'd come back later.

DaeofthePast

That’s something I’ll have to consider for my site then

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I feel like Smackjeeves had a really obnoxious auto pitch & zoom before they updated most recently. I like when I can turn it off on my phone. I'd rather do it myself most of the time and let my phone try to auto it X')

DaeofthePast

I usually read on desktop more often than on mobile so it’s good to hear from other’s experiences

copperine

Idk I've never used a custom site yet

boogeymadam

same dae, except on tapas and webtoons!(edited)

comics with their own website i'll boot up my computer for a single update of

DaeofthePast

Even on webtoons I read on desktop

boogeymadam

omg your power, webtoons feels so choppy on desktop to me

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

im definitely lucky that our site got a mobile friendly version i remember the 'ol pinchy zoomz was tiresome on our site for sure

DaeofthePast

I get headaches from reading on my phone unfortunately :/

Idk what the difference is between reading mobile and on a desktop but my brain doesn’t like it

Like, I can text fine???? But reading a comic for some reason is like “no”

So yeah, comics on desktop for me

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

ohh!! it could be the close proximity!

DaeofthePast

Ooh :0 maybe?

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

i know i get motion sickness depending on how close/ far i am from screens

DaeofthePast

Maybe it’s something like that... :O

boogeymadam

whatever the reason sorry you get headaches and motion sickness from comics :'0

DaeofthePast

Every once in a while I’ll try again to read on mobile I never learn

boogeymadam

the only reason i dont like mobile is sometimes comics text is a combination of too small there and the font is hard on my dyslexia

DaeofthePast

Rip

boogeymadam

so i see if zooming in on my computer helps

DaeofthePast

The lesson here is that it’s good to have both mobile and desktop options

boogeymadam

yep :'D

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

ohhh yea def agree. I know that feeling and i sometimes ... have a Time reading my own work XD (i admit it lol!!)

boogeymadam

sometimes my own comic is hard on my dyslexia for The Effect so i never have hard feelings with other comics

copperine

(brb)

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

ewiudhiwue the things we do AT WHAT COST XD

DaeofthePast

Asdfghjkl

Meanwhile I use the same font for everything

boogeymadam

wait im gonna generalize this more so it can be a party

DaeofthePast

Please post that on pillowfort so I can reblog it

boogeymadam

you can post it for yourself if you want dae!

i'm having a hard time logging on asdfgjh

DaeofthePast

Rip sure

copperine

Ah see I have both

Because hand lettering

It's great for feeling right for a comic but also eternally wondering if it's readable

DaeofthePast

Ooh yeah I guess that would count as both

What’s your comic btw :0

Wait, we’re supposed to be talking about website design right

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Yep! If it gets too off topic, you can always continue in another channel that's more fitting.

copperine

Ah sorry! Sure thing

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Mobile is too small for me

DaeofthePast

Yeah

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

(oHHMYYGOSH BOOGEY XD)

boogeymadam

mm archives were mentioned already, and how it can really turn readers away to simply not have one at all? my favorite archive is https://www.vaingloriouscomic.com/comic/archive 's but i've seen some where they attempted an all picture archive and it backfired by just being a page of all empty boxes. this didn't deter me from reading it and it got fixed pretty quick tho~ mine is one of these and its a very chonky slowmoving page cause i uploaded the first 90ish as fullsized pictures. nobody's ever complained so idk if it's ever deterred anyone from reading but i know i gotta fix it someday.(edited)

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I really dont mind any kind of web design in particular though tbh. I prefer desktop sites but it’s fine if the design isnt great

DaeofthePast

Have you guys ever gone to a comic website (for a single comic) and the colors used in the background were so bright that it felt like they were blinding you to the point it was hard to read the actual pages?

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

My archive is down right now becayse it broke and I dont know how to fix it lol

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

i def want a fully view-able archive but we're gonna be hitting 800 pages and i dont know how well that will work XD

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

But I have a navigation bar now

boogeymadam

u could have multiple pages of archive, krispy!

i'm starting a new page for chapter 2

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Or dropdown menus

boogeymadam

but its probably important to have a dropdown if u have more than 1 page, yeah

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I want to switch to picture archives, but I haven't found a good plug in/way to get my word press to do it :( if anyone has recommendations...

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I wish I knew how to make dropdown menus

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

i'll have to bring that up ! we dont do the tech work for our site ( thank gosh seriously) but i love archives that show full pages

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

If I could make dropdown menus I would be unstoppable

copperine

I miss the drop-downs on SJ

boogeymadam

i feel like dropdowns are smth i pretty much only exclusively see on hiveworks comics

i wonder what their secret is,,,

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I’ve inspected the elements on so many hiveworks sites lol

I want to know

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

they use word press I think

for their comic sites

just have to do some digging with the site html and csss

copperine

Right click and inspect maybe...

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Php stands for my Personal hell pit

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

if i could go undercover for yall i would XD

boogeymadam

also!! @mariah (rainy day dreams) i use elementor for mine

its not perfect and breaks like every time i update it but it works asdfg

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

... I'm currently writing a sparkling fresh wp-plugin for my page (comic easel wasn't doing what I wanted), but I am also a software dev who enjoys coding.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

My template I use functions in mostly php and xml and its gibberish to me but functions so well I dont know how to improve it to have specific things I want

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

my knowledge with site design is basic at best lmao

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

wordpress is a bit special in that it does most things more complicated than strictly necessary.

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

but I do like fiddling with stuff

^that too lmao

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

I know Shiza of osarilho is really good at web designing? she's made some beautiful work with her site!

boogeymadam

i want to ask shiza for more help but not before i have some money to pay her :')

she's helped me a lot already

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I can do html and css at the babiest level

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I'll check that out Boogey, thanks! Even if it does break X') And I guess I'll just make a note to start stashing money to hire shiza XD im definitely at the point where my site needs a general face lift, but I don't have the spoons for it.

boogeymadam

imo i've made some really pretty pges with it. it's a drag and drop that's excellent at galleries, but it doesn't like when you don't have even rows for some reason

the wordpress plugin, Elementor, i mean.

copperine

I've been wanting to try comicpress for ages

I just don't know where to start

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I'm gonna move over to #shop_talk for my response

copperine

I had someone who was gonna help me out but we lost contact so it's on the back burner

boogeymadam

OOPS yeah

copperine

But for websites in general I prefer to have one that feels very basic than one that feels too busy or crowded

I'm not a graphic designer at all lol

If I do try an independent site I'm planning to pay a coding friend to help me

DaeofthePast

yeah i have no idea what I'm doing when working on my site, it's kinda basic, but at least it looks nice

copperine

I just use a premade theme on my ComicFury site

It works and that's good enough for me so far

Oh I guess the other thing that would put me off reading a comic is if the site isn't formatted for mobile, and/or particularly if the site doesn't have adaptive formatting

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

same, but editted it hard core so it looks like it's own thing lmao

copperine

I usually read on my phone because my computer is where I work so I like to get off it for hobbies

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

but for me uh i guess mobile i try to read it either on tapas, webtoon or its own site

I find just clicking the page to the next one helps me a lot lol I don't do a lot of zooming

copperine

Mmm

copperine

It's personal preference a lot tbh!

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I like my comuter because its big

copperine

Valid

Mine is not

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

did anyone talk about paying me please you don't have to do that

copperine

Idk but you can pay me

Idk what for but

I'll take money

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I absolutely would have to if you made my site awesome X') work is work, and you should be paid for it

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

fair enough

Just send me a DM whenever you're up for that and lemme take a look at what you already have

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I would hire someone to do web design for me but I dont have the funds & I dont wnat to make someone do work for me for free

sierrabravo (Hans Vogel is Dead)

I've been meaning to set up my own website for a while now, since the collective i was originally hosting my webcomic with kinda fell apart, but it's so much work and i'm hella intimidated :'''D

copperine

@sierrabravo (Hans Vogel is Dead) there's been some related discussion in #shop_talk and I believe @boogeymadam might be able to advise (I'm sure others can too but I'm going off the convo from earlier)

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

@sierrabravo (Hans Vogel is Dead) depending on how much it is I can help you out

RebelVampire

Admin Reminder Remember this channel is for experiences as a reader first and foremost, so #shop_talk and #general are better if you want to discuss your own stuff.

DaeofthePast

thank you for the reminder :3

RebelVampire

I would say poor web design is something I have a complicated relationship regarding webcomics. On the one hand, outside of a site being 100% completely broken, I'm willing to sit through a lot to read. So in terms of affecting whether I read a comic the first time or not, there isn't much to say there. But it does affect how engaged I am with the comic. Cause if I can't easily go back to re-read a page, easily find things like character names, have to deal with extreme lag cause the host is garbage, have to deal with eye bleeding color schemes, etc. you can bet your bottom dollar 1 time is all that comic is going to get in terms of reading it. I can only subject myself to so much, and if I don't feel like reading a comic again because of the site itself, I'm going to quickly forget it in favor of comics whose sites don't make me cry. I do give more leeway to sites created by creators in many respects. But professional bigtime hosts like Tapas or Webtoons literally have no excuse for some of their garbage design choices. And some of their design choices are super duper garbage.

DaeofthePast

that's true yeah, there's a big distinction of the quality expectations between sites by small creators and those of big companies like Webtoons

RebelVampire

At the same time, though, I know from first hand experience that poor design choices are literally influenced by user data for bigger companies. So for every decision I consider stupid- at the same time they probably did the AB tests that showed crappy design A had better results for their conversion rates than user friendly design B.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Which boggles my mind

I wonder if there's some kinda causation-correlation thing going on that the A/B tests could not detect accurately

boogeymadam

Rebel mentioned sites that have eyebleedy color schemes and I'm in the same boat; will read the comic, just will be turning down the screen brightness a looot. Sites that have a huge space of extremely neon background that distracts from the comic make me reluctant to read on the site, and I'll look for a mirror before trying. That white background of the 2 big comic hosting sites can at least be affected and turned dark by nightmode when needed, while nightmode doesn't work on half the bright comic sites I've tried it on. u-u

#ctparchive #comics #webcomics #indie comics #comic chat #comic discussion #comic tea party #ctp #reader favorites

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

First Kiss - Frank Iero x Reader

Request: hey uhhh whenever you get the chance do you think you could do something with frank like... him and the reader are good friends and theyre at each others house watching a movie or something and kinda spontaneously the reader is like "ive never kissed anyone" and then it just kinda goes on from there? maybe a high school au? you write so well for frank and honestly youre like my favorite fic writer <3

Warnings: Spoiler for “Star Trek” (2009), in case anybody hasn’t seen it (go watch it!)

Word count: 1 621

“Okay, so… Terminator?”

Frank pulled a DVD from the shelf and presented it to you.

“Not again, we watched that only last month,” you shook your head, “what about the third Harry Potter?”

“I don’t like the Dementors,” Frank complained, pushing the DVD back between the others, “one of the Mad Max movies?”

“Saw them with Pete a while ago,” you shrugged and sat down on the sofa, “The Goonies?”

“We watched those like two weeks back, Lord of the Rings?”

“Saw all three movies with Gerard last weekend,” you laid down, resting your head on the armrest.

“You hang out with too many guys while I’m busy,” Frank jokingly complained.

“Star Trek?”

“Which one,” he grinned.

“The first one, of the new ones,” you suggested and he quickly grabbed the box from the shelf, feeding the silver disc to the video player.

The music boomed through the living room and revealed the main menu while Frank dimmed the lights and jumped onto the sofa next to you.

You snuggled against the pillow, careful not to touch Frank, and focused on the starting movie.

“They should make like a Klingon synchronization,” Frank said, leaning back into the cushions.

“But no one understands it,” you argued, sitting up to take a sip of the soda you had taken into the living room after dinner earlier.

“Some people do, comparatively many actually, I think,” Frank defended, stretching and putting his arms on the headrest, dangerously close to your shoulders.

It was not like you were disgusted by Frank, or did not want him to touch you. Much the opposite really, but you did not want him to know that, you were friends after all, and you did not want to make anything weird between the two of you.

You just hummed in response and concentrated on the movie that was finally starting with the opening scene, trying to ignore Frank’s arm that was almost, but only almost, resting around our shoulders.

You were a good hour into the movie and had just witnessed the destruction of Spock’s home planet Vulcan. You had seen the movie a few times already, but you still felt a little chocked up, imagining how he had to feel at that moment. While the scene between him and Uhura, their first kiss, played out in front of you, you could not help but wonder how it felt to kiss someone. Was it normal to be your age and to never have kissed anyone? It had to be magical, to kiss someone you liked, you imagined, but how would you know.

The movie continued, but you were unable to pay attention to the storyline anymore. Your thoughts were running around in circles. What did kissing feel like? Would, when you eventually did kiss someone, that person be disappointed that you had no experience?

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” you suddenly blurted out, of course at the most inappropriate of times, while one of the characters got tortured.

Frank turned to you, a look of slight surprise on his features.

“You haven’t?”

You shook your head. “Do you think it’s weird?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have expected it, to be honest,” he confessed, reaching for the remote and turning down the volume of the TV until it was almost mute.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Frank furrowed his brows. “Of course it’s not a ‘bad thing’, everyone has their own time for things, and it’s not right to rush things, if you don’t feel ready,” he explained.

“But I do feel ready, that’s the point! But it just feels like… I don’t know. It just worries me,” you tried to make him understand, “and I mean, do you think when I eventually kiss someone they’ll think it’s a turn off, that I don’t have any… skills?”

“If someone thinks that, they’re not deserving of you in any way,” Frank replied immediately, without missing a beat.

“Have you… you know… kissed someone,” you asked, knowing that you were most likely overstepping your boundaries.

Frank giggled and rubbed his face with both hands before looking at you again.

“Would you be surprised if I said I did,” he wanted to know, watching you carefully.

“No, not really, you’re surely a catch,” you winked at him jokingly.

“I haven’t, kissed anyone I mean.”

You looked up at him and raised your eyebrows.

“You haven’t?”

“Nah, I guess it was never the right moment or person,” he shrugged.

You nodded, and looked away. Frank had never kissed anyone? You would have expected him to have some kind of experience on that matter, but apparently you had been wrong. You shot him another glance which he noticed.

“What,” he wondered.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, feeling yourself blushing. For a moment you had been tempted to ask if he wanted to try it out, but looking at him, his beautiful eyes, the soft, brown hair, you got scared he would reject you, so you kept quiet, and Frank turned the volume back up.

When the movie was over you helped Frank to put the glasses in the dish washer and cleaned up the kitchen from the cooking you had done in the evening. By now it was close to midnight, the radio was playing some trashy punk music, and both you and Frank joked around while doing dishes and cleaning surfaces.

“Hey, do you wanna go on a midnight walk,” Frank suggested just as he hung up the dish towel.

You threw a look at the clock. Indeed it was almost midnight, but you did not feel tired in the slightest.

“Sure,” you nodded and followed him to the dark hallway.

The air outside was stinging cold. White clouds blew out of your nostrils with every exhale of breath. You slowly wandered down the streets, which were painted orange by the light of the street lanterns. Frank and you walked in silence, taking in the late night sounds and the strange comfort of empty streets. You followed Frank, since he seemed to know where he was heading, and you wondered if he too was thinking about the conversation you had had earlier. Did he also wonder what kissing someone would feel like? Did he too worry that it might be weird that he had never kissed anyone? Every now and then you looked over to him, but he did not seem to notice, so you just continued walking next to him, secretly hoping that one day you would either get rid of your crush on him, or finding the courage to tell him.

You had reached the edge of a park, but Frank confidently strode along the dark path that led into the trees. For a moment you hesitated, but then you quickly caught up with him, before he would disappear from your sight.

It did not take long until you had walked up to a pond in the middle of the trees. You knew this pond was there, and in daylight it was inconspicuous, but now, at night, it had an almost magical atmosphere. Thin clouds of white fog hovered over the smooth surface of water that reflected the rising moon and broke the light into thousand sparkling diamonds. At the sides the pond was framed by the bleak stalks of dead reed in which the fog was caught up like a cloth of silk that was hung over the water.

“You wanna know why I never kissed anyone, don’t you,” Frank whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you.

You turned to look at him, but found him already facing you. Not waiting for your answer, he continued.

“I was waiting for the right person. And once I found them, I… “

He looked at you, and gently lifted his hands to cup your face.

“I just wanted it to be… right… for both of us, you know?”

You swallowed hard, felling your heart beating in your throat, and Frank had to feel it too when he glanced down to your lips.

“May I,” he asked, his eyes big and nervous.

You nodded quickly, feeling his hands tremble slightly as he brushed over your lips. He stood so close to you that you felt the heat of his body radiating through his jacket, that you felt his hot breath fan over your cheek.

You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath before you felt Frank’s lips brush against your carefully. They were cool from the cold air, and so soft. You felt warmth pulsating through them as they locked with yours and you raised your hand to wrap it into his fluffy hair. He smiled gently into the kiss before he slowly started to move against you. You followed his lead, so nervous that you were shaking a little, but holding Frank so close to you, having his hands brush over your face and neck so lovingly, made you relax.

When he pulled away, he was smiling so broadly that he seemed to be glowing, and you felt like you were too.

“Wow,” you whispered, opening your eyes again and taking in the boy in front of you.

“Yeah,” Frank smiled a little embarrassed, but when you let your hand glide from his hair to his cheek, the embarrassment melted away.

“How about we go back home, it’s getting cold,” you suggested, nodding back the way you had come.

“If we can do a little bit more of kissing…?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“I don’t know, I’m gonna have to think about that first,” you joked and took Frank’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

If it were up to you, there would not only be a ‘little bit more’ of kissing.

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fluff #frank iero x reader fluff #Frank Iero #fanfiction #fanfic #high school #high school au #first kiss #fluff #fluffy #cute #romance

[spearxwind]

portal/portal 2 are my absolute fave fucking games ever i ADORE THEM so much and im so sad i could only get into it for the first time a couple years ago. two old friends of mine almost ruined them for me as well :( 

also YES ive played the whole thing (i actually stayed up until 4am playing it and finishing it one time id decided to skip on an exam the next day kjdhkgjdfdk) i was like man im not gonna stay up until 3am studying for smth im gonna fail anyway. and then i stayed until 4 playing it

needless to say i enjoyed it so much. and i LOVED the tie in to the other games... really really good 

´ w `  <3333 

god thank u. i actually acquired (got gifted one) recently and i love it so mch cause its fuckin. yellow. i have cielos yellow leather jacket now boys 

at the time u sent this i was out takin my sister to her dance practice so dont worry abt my wellbeing B)

jdfjkdhfdgjfhkfgh excuse me. i love you 

OH ITS THE HORDSE FACE DUDE ISNT IT i love him. i havent even played or seen people fight him but i love the dude

its amazing how words have meanings if you use them huh

there already is.. a canon and more obvious answer to not wanting to chew.  

jkhjgdfhjdg dan taking one (thousand) for the team every time 

this is a horrible idea. also dan is just some poor dude cmon. hes just trying to pass by, even tho he’s got some rly bad luck 

adri however DOES say this 

this is the gif by the way. sorry gamers

FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING TAKES YEAHHHH

honestly idk which is better bc on one hand i love for people to encourage me popping dan open like a pringles can but also i love it when people tell me to stop cause that only makes me want to hurt him MORE 

nah only adri is allowed to crunch the boy, sorry!! 

#ask #ask dump #anon #christ theres so many. i still have a chunk to answer god

[pinkevilbobdoesthings]

Okay, so this started out as a prompt from @everythingismusical for a bookstore and tattoo shop au and I kind of got carried away. Like 5 thousand words carried away.So there’s height difference and snowed in tropes throw in here and you know they have to cuddle to stay warm.

And here it is “Inventory Sucks”.

________________________________-

Jester groaned as she stretched. Inventory counts were the worst. It didn’t help that she told everyone that she could do it on her own. But, Beau finally managed to ask Yasha on a date and there was no way Jester was going to make them reschedule and Molly had worked overtime six days straight, so really Jester was doing herself a favor by telling him to go home.

It was nearing midnight and Jester was still in the tattoo shop and expected to be there for at least two more hours. At least there was no one around to complain about how loud her music was for once. She nearly turned it up again when the shop’s phone started to ring. Jester sighed as she turned down the music and answered the phone. “Traveler’s Tattoos! This is Jester! How can I help you?”

“Uh, yes, hello? This is Caleb Widogast from Pocket Books across the street?” He had a thick Zemnian accent. Jester looked out the window to see that the used bookstore still had its lights on too. It had started to snow, but it was just light fat flakes so far. Someone, Caleb, was by the window looking back at her.

“Oh yeah! I see you!” Jester waved at Caleb who cautiously waved back. “Is there a problem?”

It looked like Caleb shook his head, but he stopped. “No, actually, ja. Can I ask for your help? There’s something that I can’t do on my own and I’d rather not have to wait till tomorrow and I noticed that there are still people at your shop and maybe oneof you can come over?”

Jester gave it some thought. This could easily be a murder set up, but he didn’t know she was alone. “Sure. Just give me a moment.” She sent Molly a quick text while she put on her coat. -Hi Molly! Give me a call in half an hour and if i don’t answer assume that ive been murdered at the bookstore across the street. THNX!! <3<3<3-

She left lights on and locked the door behind her. Caleb already was holding the door open at Pocket Books. Jester had seen him coming and going from the shop, but had never seen him up close, so she just knew him as the guy with red hair and a cat that always rode his shoulders. Really, the main thing Jester noticed was the cat and how it always wore a little coat.

“Come in, it’s cold,” Caleb said. Together, Caleb and his cat looked about average size from across the street. But now face to face, it turned out he was close to half a head shorter than Jester. And his cat was the tiniest bengal she had ever seen. The fact of the matter was they were the cutest things Jester had ever seen. “Are you coming in?” he asked. “It’s snowing.”

“Oh, right!” Jester came in and Caleb closed the door behind them. Shaking the snow off her hair, she adjusted to the warm of being inside again. She’d never been in the book store before. It was brown and full of shelves that made all sorts of aisles and corridors. In front of one bookcase was a ladder on wheels. It took all of Jester’s willpower to not jump on it and ride it down the aisle. “So, what do you need help with?”

Caleb pointed at the top of the bookcase. There sat a little cluster of books. “Even with the ladder, I can’t reach them.” He looked down at the ground a blush growing on his face. “Usually I have one of the staff help me with that sort of thing, but all I got is Nott and we’re not repeating the book climbing incident,” he said very pointedly.

“Not? Or naught?” Jester asked confused.

“Nott spelled N-O-T-T,” said a voice behind Jester. Jester turned around to see a young woman even smaller than Caleb. She was wearing an oversized hoodie and was carrying some kind of flask. “And there was only one time that I knocked over a bookcase when I climbing it.”

Caleb glared at her. “Are you saying that you climbed up there more than once?”

Nott took a big swig from her flask and looked away.

“We’re going to save this discussion for later.” He turned back to Jester. “So, you’re, what, five seven, five eight?” Jester nodded. That was close enough to her height. “You should be able to reach those books then. After those, we’ll be done with inventory.”

“Lucky,” Jester said. “I’ve got a ton more to go through.”

“Oh, sorry. We’ll hurry up with this and then you can help the others at your shop,” Caleb said.

Jester rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah, I’m kind of the only one doing the inventory tonight.”

“We can help,” Nott siad. “It’s only fair since you’re helping us.”

“I was looking forward to going to bed, but ja, it’s only fair,” Caleb said as he grabbed the ladder and pulled it into position. “There should be six books up there.”

It was easy for Jester to get all the books down. “Looks like there’s seven books.”

Caleb looked at the stack. “So that’s where Zemnian Nights went to. Thank you. We couldn’t have gotten an accurate count otherwise.”

“No problem,” Jester said as she went to scratch his cat’s chin.

“Um, please don’t,” Nott said. “Frumpkin’s on the job.” She pointed at Frumpkin’s little red coat. On the side it said “Service Animal - Do Not Touch”.

Jester shrunk back. “I’m sorry, I should’ve checked first.”

“It’s alright most service animals are dogs,” Caleb said with a hint of disdain in his voice. “People usually don’t think to check with cats.”

“What’s Frumpkin’s job?”

“He predicts death,” Nott said.

Jester’s eyes grew wide. “He knows who lives and die? Frumpkin, are you psychic? Does he know that future?”

Caleb sighed. “She means Frumpkin can tell when I’m sick and need to take my medicine or go to the hospital. Petting him distracts him from making sure I’m not dying.”

“Oh,” Jester said. “Frumpkin, I’m sorry I can’t pet you, but know that you’re amazing.”

Caleb chuckled. “Oh, he knows.”

Nott looked up between Jester and Caleb and smiled. “Welp, inventorying won’t get done on it’s own. I’ll finish up here and you two get started at the tattoo shop. Now get.” She practically pushed them out of the bookstore. The snow was already starting to build up outside.

“What has gotten into her?” Caleb asked out loud as they crossed the street. “Sorry, my sister can be a little … odd sometimes.”

“Oh, so you’re siblings. I was wondering if she was like your business partner or something.”

“Foster, but it counts. She helps out from time to time, but she has school to go to. Just the community college, but she’s getting A’s in all of her courses,” he said with a hint of pride.

Jester whistled. “She must be pretty smart.” She got out the keys and unlocked the door letting them in.

“She’s very clever,” Caleb said, but then he winced. “When she’s not climbing on shelves.”

“Oh, like you haven’t done anything that ridiculous when you were that age.”

“I’m not just going to let her do anything dangerous,” Caleb snapped. “Sorry, sorry. I just don’t want her doing anything I did during my twenties.”

Jester took off her coat and shook off the snow. “Were you a wild child Caleb? Beau says that your twenties are pointless if you’ve never been chased by cops.” Of course, she said that after she got them arrested and Jester was sobbing in a jail cell.

“Not so much wild as dumb.” Caleb kept his dark gloves on even after he took off his coat. “So where do we begin?”

“Right,” Jester said organizing her thoughts. She grabbed the checklist. “You go through the inks and I’ll take care of the needles since they’re a little complicated if you’re not used to them.”

Caleb nodded and methodically went through the ink cupboard reading out loud each label. Jester had to admit that it was a little distracting. “Is it okay if I turn some music on?”

“It’s your shop,” Caleb said. “Or at least you’re the one who works here.”

“Nah, I’m the owner,” Jester said proudly. True her mama paid for it, but Jester was the one who ran it and made it successful. “What about you? Do you own the Pocket Books?”

Caleb read out another label before answering her. “Ja, I bought it last year. I’ve always had a passion for books and wanted something that Nott could be proud of me for. What made you decide to own your own tattoo shop?”

“Well, everyone was all ‘oh Jester, you’re so good at art you should make a career of it’ and I was all ‘okay, I’ll do tattoos’ and then people were all ‘oh no, you shouldn’t do that’, so I was all ‘screw you, I’ll run the best tattoo shop ever’ and so I am now,” Jester explained. “What’s your opinion of Eurovision?”

Caleb stared at her for a moment. “My opinion of Eurovision will not be spoken of outside this room, will it?”

“No?”

“Turn it on,” Caleb said before going back to the inks.

Jester started with Abba and began counting the needles. Caleb’s reading of the ink took on the rhythm of Waterloo.

“Done,” Caleb said after nine songs. Jester was only half way through the needles.

“Did you get the ones in the upper cupboard too?”

Caleb looked up at the cupboard above the counter and his head. “No. Do you have a step stool?”

Jester paused. “I’ll get them down for you.” As Jester started pulling out the contents of the cupboard, the lights flickered overhead. She flinched at the sudden dark, but the lights returned steady.

“The wind sure is blowing out there,” Caleb said looking outside.

“Y-yeah,” Jester said trying to calm her nerves. “Maybe, this isn’t such a good idea after all. I can finish this tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

Jester nodded. “It’s really building up out there. I’d hate to get you trapped in here.” She also hated the idea of being trapped in there herself.

“I probably should be getting Nott home.” He frowned. “She should’ve finished our inventory by now.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Nott, where are you?” Caleb sighed as he looked across the street. “Yes, I know you’re at the bookshop, but you were supposed to come over here when you’re done.” A pause. “Fine, we’ll talk about this later. Don’t bother coming out now though, we’re calling it quits. I don’t like the look of this storm. I’ll be over in-” A loud crash interrupted him and all the power went out.

A whimper came out of Jester’s mouth unbiddened. She checked her phone and found less than 20 percent of her battery was left, so she couldn’t use it as a flashlight. Clutching the counter and closing her eyes, Jester hoped that if her eyes were shut tight enough she could ignore how dark it was.

“The power pole was blown over and took out all the power with it,” Caleb said. “And it’s blocking the road so we’re trapped. Look, Nott I need you to stay put there.” He listened for a moment. “No, you can’t just cross the street. Those might be live wires out there. No, you can’t just jump over them! You’re going to have to wait till the power company takes care of it or confirms that the power lines aren’t dangerous.” Caleb covered his face with a hand. “No, yes, I’m worried about you too. There’s the emergency snack supply and probably a couple of blankets in the break room. The center’s probably the warmest, so stay in the cookbook section.” There was another pause. “Yes, I’ve got my medicine and I’ve got Frumpkin. You don’t need to worry about me. You just stay warm.” One more pause. “Ja, I love you too. Stay safe.” A sigh escaped Caleb as he turned off his phone.

“Um, can you turn your phone back on? You know, for light?” Jester asked hoping she didn’t sound too nervous.

“I’ll need to call the power company first,” Caleb said. “You’re not afraid of the dark are you?” Jester couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not.

Jester shook her head even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m fineEEEEEEE!” she screeched as the wind rattled the door.

“We should go in the back,” Caleb said. “It’ll be warmer away from the windows. You have flashlights here, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

Caleb sighed. “And I’m betting you don’t have any candles either.”

“We might actually? If we did, they’d be Molly’s.”

“We’ll replace them for her.”

Jester giggled. “He’ll appreciate that.”

“Ah, right.” Once they were in the back, Caleb set down his phone and pulled something out of his pocket. It might have been a lighter, but it was too dark to see. “Don’t tell Nott that I have this.” He peeled off his gloves and clicked on the lighter. Caleb stared at it for a moment almost mesmerized before handing it to Jester. “I, I’ll call about the power lines now.”

Jester held the lighter carefully as she searched Molly’s corner. He was always getting candles and stuff, so maybe he forgot something there. She dug around until she shoved in the back a few old tealights. “Got it!”

Caleb hung up his phone. “They won’t be able to do anything until tomorrow morning at the very earliest. Apparently there’s down power lines throughout the county.”

“So we’re stuck here,” Jester said trying her best not to freak out.

“Looks like it,” Caleb said. “I’m going to text Nott and then we can figure out what the heck we’re going to to do next.”

Jester lit two of the tealights and saved the rest for later. She handed Caleb his lighter after he finished his text, but he passed it back. “You keep it for now.”

“We should probably grab our coats,” Jester said. “It’s only going get colder.”

He followed her to the front and just stared out the window to the dark bookstore across the street.

“You’re worried about her aren’t you?”

Caleb nodded. “She’s all by herself and probably freezing. Smaller bodies tend to lose body heat faster.”

“Oh no! I hope she’s okay. Are you cold, Caleb?” Jester asked. “Cause you’re really tiny and scrawny too.”

“I’m fine.” Caleb moved back, but he grabbed his coat and put it on.

Jester wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she was not going to argue with him about it. “We should probably sleep soon.”

Caleb groaned. “You’re probably right. Do you think we can sleep on the tatoo chairs?”

“Not really.” Jester pulled a face at the thought of it. “There’s an old futon in back. It’s busted and you can’t sit on the left side of it, but we can move the cushion on the floor.”

“Sounds good to me,” Caleb said, but he didn’t seem pleased with the idea of it. “Do you have anything to eat here?”

“I’ve got pastries in my bag. Are you hungry?”

Caleb shook his head. “Not really, but I have to eat something with my medicine. Do you have anything not pastry? Anything gluten free?”

“Beau keeps jerky at her desk,” Jester said. “Are you on a diet? Cause you’re already really super skinny.”

“Ja, I’m on the ‘gluten makes my body try to kill my small intestine’ diet also known at celiac disease. I’ll pay her back for it.” Caleb started to go through his pockets and pull out all sorts of medicine bottles.

Jester went through Beau’s station(which was forbidden, but this was an emergency) and grabbed the jerky and a water bottle while she was at it.

Caleb carefully read the medicine bottles by the dim candlelight. “Danke. Be sure to keep the doors closed. I’m sorry for being a burden.”

“It’s okay. I’d probably just be panicking if I was all alone.” After closing the door, Jester pushed the futon cushion onto the floor and adjusted it to be in a good position. “So I should be thanking you.”

“It’s nothing.” He took a bite of jerky and gnawed on it.

“It’s not nothing to me. Can we leave the tealights on?”

Caleb swallowed his bite. “Only if you want the building to catch on fire.”

“Oh,” Jester said, but she ignored the dread building in her stomach. “It should be fine. I mean if we put out the lights. It’s not that dark.” That was a lie. It was that dark. Even with the little candles, it was way too dark.

Caleb popped a palm full of pills into his mouth and took a swig of water. “Alright, Frumpkin. You are now off duty.” He took the vest off of his cat. Frumpkin mewed headbutting Caleb. “I know that was way too long of a shift for you, but I’m all safe now.” Splitting the jerky in half, Caleb shared it with the cat. “You can pet him now.”

“Really?!” Jester scratched Frumpkin under the chin earning a purr. “Oh, Frumpkin, you are too cute and tiny.”

“He’s a good cat,” Caleb said. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“Do what?”

Caleb gestured at the futon. “Sleeping arrangement. Do we just trust that we’ll stay on our separate sides or do we need a barrier?”

“Sides?” Jester asked. “Um, I thought we were just going to share it.”

“Ja, but we can’t, you see, it’s,” Caleb sputtered. Jester was willing to bet that he was blushing a bright red by this point. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said so softly she could barely hear him.

“Oh, I’m perfectly comfortable,” Jester said. “But you’re shivering and it’s probably going to get colder. We’re going to have to cuddle.”

Caleb jumped back. “What?!”

“Two bodies together are warmer than one. Three if you count Frumpkin. We don’t have any blankets here, but I’ve got some towels which should help,” Jester said.

“We don’t even know each other,” Caleb said.

Jester poked his nose which was cold. “I know that you are freezing and have like no body fat. Now stop being stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn,” Caleb muttered. “You don’t have to do this for my sake. I’ll be fine.”

Jester gathered all the towels from the closet. “This isn’t the same as blankets, but I think it will help. It’s not just for your sake. I’m going to get cold too and so will Frumpkin.”

“Fine,” Caleb finally agreed. “We’ll sleep side by side, but no cuddling.”

“Fine, no cuddling,” Jester said spreading out the towels. She sat down on the futon. “Um, can you put out the candles?”

Caleb fell silent for a long moment. “It might be better if you did it.”

“But I’m already sitting,” Jester said.

Caleb sighed. “Fine, there’s two candles and two of us. We’ll both put one out.”

Jester nodded despite her nerves. “Okay.” Her voice sounded small and scared even to her. She got up and went to the closest candle, but the tealights were close to each other so it didn’t make too much of a difference. The tealight only flickered when she blew at it.

“Blowing at it is not going to do anything,” Caleb said. “The best way to put out a light is to pinch it out.” Caleb licked his fingers and moved like he was going to pinch it, but he instead just poked at the fire instead and played with his fingers over the flame.

“Caleb?” Jester asked. She couldn’t see his face well, but something about it made her uncomfortable.

“Oh, right,” Caleb said pulling his hand back. “You put out your light out first.”

Jester licked her fingers and quickly pinched at the fire. It took her two tries to get it out, but it didn’t hurt as much as she was afraid that it would. She hurried back to the futon and set her phone on the floor next to it. “Done.”

Caleb lingered at the light, but finally he put it out and room was pitch dark. Jester closed her eye tightly. She felt the futon dip slightly next to her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jester said willing her voice to be light. “Here let’s cover up and just go to sleep.”

It took a little arranging to make their pile towels work as blankets and they were scratchy, but it was better than nothing. Jester feel Caleb pressed in next to her and how little heat he gave off. “It’s okay if you’re scared. It’s not the best situation,” Caleb said.

“I’m just not a big fan of the dark,” Jester said. “When I was a little girl there was a big earthquake in Nicodranas and all the lights went out and I was trapped and alone and it was super scary.”

“Well, you’re not alone now,” Caleb said. He leaned into her a little.

Jester smiled a little. “Thanks, Caleb. Can you keep talking? You know, until we go to sleep?”

“I can try. What should I talk about?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a story? Yeah, like a fairy tale.”

Caleb hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t really know any off the top of my head.”

“Then make one up,” Jester said.

“Alright.” Claeb took a breath. “Once upon a time there was a boy who was very sickly and his parents were very poor. So poor that they could not afford his medicine, so the,” he paused, “gods took the boy away from his loving parents. There was a wizard who was said to be good and wise and could make the boy healthy again, so the boy was given to him. But, the wizard was actually a cruel and wicked man, and while the boy grew healthier in body, his mind grew ill from the wizard’s cruelty.”

Jester pushed Caleb’s shoulder. “This story’s too sad.”

“It gets happier. I haven’t gotten to the princess yet,” Caleb said. “The sickly boy grew into a slightly less sickly young man. Then one day a princess was brought to the wizard’s home, and she was the tiniest princess.”

“Was she beautiful?”

The futon shifted as Caleb repositioned himself. “No, not really, but she was good and clever and helped the young man heal. He cared about her more than anything else in the world. They were best friends and closer than siblings. Soon after they met, the young man was sent away from the wizard’s.

“It should have been a happy occasion, but the young man grieved being away from the princess. He sunk into despair. But then he saw a vision of the princess and was reminded of all the good in the world. This set a fire in his heart, so he went to work. The young man disguised himself as a king and even managed to get himself a small kingdom. Finally, the princess was released from the wizard and the young man, now king, had earned the right to make the princess his heir.”

“And they lived happily ever after,” Jester said.

“Unfortunately that was not the case,” Caleb said. “The man was still very ill and had only a handful of years to live. But they were with the princess, so he was happy.”

Jester pouted. “That’s not a happy story.”

“Well, I did leave out the happiest part. One night, the man burned down the wizard’s house.” An odd joy filled Caleb’s voice.

“How’s that the happiest part?”

“Well, any story with a fire is automatically a happy story,” Caleb said.

Jester shook her head. “No, it’s not. This story’s kind of messed up.”

“Agree to disagree then,” Caleb said. “Maybe you’d prefer to hear about the last time Nott got her hand stuck in a vending machine.”

“Ooh, tell me more,” Jester giggled.

They both settled in more as Caleb told about how Nott thought she finally figured out how to best a vending machine. Soon Jester found herself nodding off and soon she was asleep.

********

Caleb woke up to to a jaunty tune about a king, and there was a heavy weight on his chest. At first he thought that Frumpkin was on his chest, but his cat was purring next to his head. All at once, Caleb remembered the events of the day before. He looked over to find Jester with her arm draped over him. The song continued to play next to the futon, but it suddenly started over.

He rolled away from Jester and checked the source of the song. It was Jester’s cellphone and it showed the name Molly on it. “Hello?” Caleb said. “Jester’s cell.”

“JESTER!” Caleb had to pull the phone away from his ear. “I just got your text.What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Ah, this isn’t Jester. This is her store neighbor Caleb Widogast. Do you want me to wake her up?” Caleb asked.

“Wake her up? Oh, ohhhhhh,” Molly said. There was something about that ‘oh’ that did not sit well with Caleb. “You don’t need to wake her for my sake. Let her sleep. I bet you two had an exhausting time last night.”

Caleb was already shaking Jester’s shoulder. “What are you talking about? I’m waking her up right now.”

“No worries. You two just snuggle up and enjoy the snow.”

“What, no, wait.” But the phone already hung up. Caleb checked the time; 4:24 AM. He laid back down since there was no point in being awake so early.

Jester made a mumbling sound and cuddled in closer to him. Caleb moved to get away from her, but she just wrapped an arm around him and pulled him towards her. He wiggled but could not break away from her embrace. It was warm though and soft, and Caleb couldn’t help but lean back into her and fall back asleep.

********

When Jester opened her eyes, the room was completely dark which weird since she always left a nightlight on. Also, her bed felt weird and so did her body pillow. The pillow moved, and she realized that it was not her pillow at all. “Since you’re awake, can you let go of me now?” Caleb asked.

Jester quickly unwrapped her arms from around him. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, you were asleep, and I didn’t wake up until a few minutes ago.” Caleb got up and stretched. “Also, it was warm.”

Jester crawled over to her phone and checked on it and, sure enough, the battery was completely dead. “Poo,” she mumbled to herself. Caleb also checked his, and light brightened the room a little.

“9:47,” Caleb said. He opened the door letting light into the back room. “Looks like the power company’s already here. No clue how long it will take them to clean everything up though. It’s freezing, but we can go to the front now.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Jester followed Caleb into the front, but she couldn’t help but feel an odd sort of lonely.

Caleb went through his medicines again, filled his hand with pills and popped them in his mouth followed by a swig of water. His hands were all mottled and covered with burns. He seemed to notice her stare. “Ah, I don’t have the best track record with fire.”

“Do you want your lighter back?” Jester asked holding it out.

He started to reach for it, but at the last moment held back. “You keep it actually. I don’t really need it anyways.” With one last stare at the lighter, Caleb looked away and put back on his tight black gloves.

“Caleb?” Jester asked. “Are you okay?”

Caleb looked a little taken aback. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. That was just a sad story last night and I don’t know.”

“I’m … fine,” Caleb said. “You don’t need to worry about me.” He scooped Frumpkin up off the floor and put him in his service vest.

“Oh, okay,” Jester said. “Cause, if you’re ever not okay, you can talk to me. If you want. I’m pretty good for talking to.” She sat on the counter watching the workers clear the power lines off of the street.

A sad smile appeared on Caleb’s face. “Who knows? I might take you up on that offer someday.” He tried to climb up on the counter too, but he had no luck.

“Need some help?”

Caleb blushed. “Sure, but don’t tell Nott.”

Jester plucked Caleb up and set him on the counter next to her. “There. I should probably be working on inventory, but-” She stared outside. There was an odd stillness to the world.

“Ja,” Caleb said.

They watched the street silently; Caleb occasionally checking his phone. After ten minutes, he jumped down and ran to the window. Something moved across the street in the book store. Caleb dialed a number in his phone, but it sounded like he was sent directly to voicemail. “Her phone’s dead.”

Across the street, Nott waved at them. Jester waved back. “Looks like she’s alright,” Jester said.

“Ja.” Caleb’s voice was full of relief.

“They should be finished with the powerlines soon.”

Caleb nodded his eyes not leaving Nott.

Jester stood next to Caleb. “You’ll get back to your princess soon enough.”

“Ja.”

One of the power workers knocked on the window and Jester opened the door.

“Hey there folks. Just wanted to let you know that the road’s clear now and you’re all free to go,” the worker said. “We respectfully apologize for the inconvenience.”

Caleb didn’t even wait for the worker to finish before running across the street. Nott threw the door open and Caleb held her close. It felt so intimate that Jester had to look away. The pair went back into their store and that strange loneliness came to Jester.

Jester went back into her tattoo shop and packed her stuff up. It just was not a day for inventory. An indignant meow interrupted her. She looked up to see that Frumpkin was still there next to one of Caleb’s pill bottles. “Frumpkin! You’re supposed to be with Caleb or he dies!” Grabbing the pill bottle, Jester picked up Frumpkin. “Let’s get you home.”

Outside was about as cold as the front of the store. The snow hadn’t started to melt yet, so it wasn’t too slippery yet. It was weird how quiet the street was. Jester didn’t dare say anything to disturb the silence. Caleb opened the door before she finished crossing the street. “Frumpkin.”

“And your pills,” Jester said shaking the bottle. “Figured you needed these.”

“I do.” He fell quiet. “I’m sorry about last night.”

Jester shrugged him off. “You kept me warm too.”

Nott poked her head out. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing!” Caleb said too loudly. “Anyways, you still need to finish your inventory, ja? Nott and I got no place to be.”

“Sure!” Jester said. She was a little surprised by how eager she was to spend more time with Caleb.

Caleb smiled shyly. It was almost like he was thinking the same. “We’ll be right over then. And one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“During your breaks, if you want, you should stop by the bookstore. It’d be nice to get to know our neighbors more and maybe talk.” A blush slowly spread over his face.

Jester grinned. “Can I come by any day? Everyday?”

“Maybe?” Caleb said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to!” Jester felt her own face turning red. “Your store seems nice.”

“Yours too. Maybe I should get a tattoo there.”

Jester bounced at the possibilities. “I will make you the coolest tattoo ever.”

Caleb chuckled. “Well, I should gather Nott if we’re going to get your inventory done.”

“Oh right.” Jester watched him as he went back inside. It was the beginning of something; Jester knew it. The beginning of what, she didn’t know, but she was excited to see what would happen next.

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Notes:

Deleted scene: Jester comes home to find Molly there with a cake. She tells Molly about what all happened and Molly hurriedly goes to the kitchen for a knife and scrapes off the cake "Congrats on the sex".

If I can come up with a better title, I will rename this. I hope you all enjoyed this.

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The Dave and Dirk log, for obvious reasons, was something I wanted to try very hard to get right. That meant although we drafted it together via msparp, as was our custom, I ended up overhauling it way more than any of our other combo walkaround logs. A few chunks did survive the transfer, though.

In other news, we’ve made a solemn pact to finish TLC over winter break, which is good because I’m running out of bonus content. Hopefully we’ll have some assets to show off soon. I’ve already seen a few; they’re very nice.  

DIRK: Hey, dude. You did pretty well out there. DIRK: Didn't even die once. DAVE: twice in a day is my max im satisfied with keeping that record DAVE: even if getting machinegunned is rapidly becoming my "thing" DIRK: Seems we each have our respective "signature deaths". DIRK: Or at least it ain't a party until I get decapitated. That sure was something we needed to do again. DIRK: Just once, for old time's sake. DAVE: well that puts the nail in the meme coffin DAVE: any time you panic someones gonna tell you to keep your head on DAVE: like keeping your hair on except you know that shit aint going anywhere its probably shellaced DIRK: That shit is bolted to the floor. Did you know I walked around with a girly-ass pink tiara on my head this whole day and had no idea? DIRK: I had no idea. Couldn't feel a thing. DIRK: And people let me do that. DIRK: Can't fuckin' believe it. DAVE: oh DAVE: i figured you knew DIRK: I am less than pleased with my Skaia-ordained divine color scheme. DIRK: But I guess I have to live with it. It's part of the team aesthetic. DAVE: you could always change DIRK: Nah, with the tiara and tights ditched I have at least mitigated the enforced flamboyance. It's bearable. DIRK: I can't be the one dude out of uniform. Couldn't bear the shame. DAVE: my outfit is pretty sick ngl DAVE: sburb knows everyones secret desire is to have a cape DIRK: Unfortunately, mine isn't long enough to also make for a good tactical maneuver. DIRK: Not gonna lie, that was pretty funny. DAVE: if nothing else my attempts at combat can provide a source of humor in our lives DAVE: but honestly id be fine if my fighting days were over DAVE: i was never into it DAVE: rose on the other hand was obviously itching to beat people up DAVE: one of those 12 year olds who wants to get jumped in an alley to work out her suppressed anger DIRK: Maybe Skaia did make a few miscalculations in dumping your asses with your respective guardians. I think you'd get along well with Roxy and her cats, make her budget her time away from the alcohol. DIRK: ...in theory. DIRK: Rose can go a few rounds with me if she wants, we still need to sort out who has the rights to document our legendary journies. DAVE: ill plan your funeral DAVE: what kind of flowers do you want DIRK: ...there's different kinds? DAVE: damn thats right you grew up in waterworld DAVE: these choices matter DAVE: allegedly theres a thing called "flower language" DAVE: whether you can actually send someone a boquet telling them to meet you in the pit i dont know DIRK: Like, I get that, in theory, different kinds of flowers exist. But I fully anticipate any attempt on my part to conjugate in the language of said plants would end in my coffin declaring my hovercraft was indeed full of eels. DIRK: Maybe it'll have thorns on it. Or it'll be like the sixteen millions tons of green bullshit covering my land and making my nose itch. DAVE: probably DIRK: Worst case scenario, I'll pick out something orange and present to a prospective love interest and it'll mean something like "my brotherly passion for you knows no boundaries, and also no homo". DAVE: my bro wouldnt go for flower arranging DAVE: or pink tiaras DAVE: he was pretty uptight about the whole rah rah macho act DAVE: probably subscribed to alpha males weekly DAVE: which is weird considering DAVE: well DAVE: youre gay right DIRK: Uh. DIRK: Well. DIRK: My symbolic quest land is not covered in green bullshit, but I. DIRK: Happen to like watching birds, if you know what I mean. DIRK: Fuck, you probably don't know what that means. Jake and his goddamn thousand euphemisms. DAVE: cant say i do no DIRK: Nobody knows what it means but Jake. It's an old time epithet for being into dudes. DIRK: He knows all the old epithets, including some I suspect he made up. DAVE: so DAVE: thats a yes DAVE: in a roundabout way that includes birds DIRK: I've never denied it. DIRK: I'm just. DIRK: Not a huge fan of the word. Why, in this world post-society, do we need to confine ourselves to labels like "gay"? Such constraints were washed away from my world with the rest of the human race. DAVE: holy shit that was such a pretentious dodge DAVE: dont let rose hear you say that DIRK: Rose can hear all she likes. DAVE: but anyway DAVE: i wasnt asking to get up all in your business like SOME PEOPLE DAVE: who are so into getting into other peoples businesses theyre basically the fucking mafia or the irs DAVE: but DAVE: it explains some stuff DAVE: but on the other hand it doesnt DAVE: the way you raised me was kinda aggressively mainstream masculine enough that it wasnt something that ever seemed to come up as an option DAVE: [describe that type of culture and mindset better later, I KNOW what i mean but im tired rn lmao] DAVE: and anything outside of that id just brush off because it couldnt apply to me DAVE: and that went for pretty much everything that went against what you wanted for me DAVE: including that DIRK: And yet, here the man was, subconsciously shrieking his desire for floppy felt dong through, DIRK: What I guess you could call his art, for want of any other applicable word at all. God, the mental images are crawling up the insides of my skull like the Exorcist child, do I want to know? DAVE: probably not DAVE: guess trying to act peak male has its drawbacks DAVE: weirdly enough troll culture is obsessively hyperviolent but doesnt give a shit about sexuality DAVE: they dont see the difference most of the time i guess DAVE: and so like DAVE: maybe it rubs off on you because in some ways that kind of makes sense DAVE: but after so long its hard to know what i feel and what it means because i spent so long ignoring it DAVE: so i guess i was wondering DAVE: if you had anything that might help with that DAVE: or if youre also trapped in this whirling screaming maelstrom of bullshit DAVE: while kinsey sits in the eye of the storm laughing DIRK: Wait, wait, wait. DIRK: You're coming to me. DIRK: For advice. DIRK: Do you know what a laughable hurricane of disaster my interpersonal life has been? DIRK: Like, in a weird way, I'm kind of honored, especially since about five hours ago you were scared shitless to be around me, but. DIRK: I'm standing here and waving my credentials in the air just to display how I don't fucking have any. My degree is a sham and my hands are empty except for a crudely scribbled on piece of construction paper. DAVE: are you suggesting theres a gay university DAVE: where you study bird watching DIRK: Do I look like a man who's been to college? DAVE: fair DAVE: but like DAVE: your friends know DAVE: how did you broach the subject there DIRK: I might as well have been dating a Yoko Ono for the devastation it wreaked on our friend group, so yeah, it was a little hard to ignore. DIRK: Compounded by the fact some smartass from Gay University was using my social circle for romance geometry homework. DIRK: It wasn't even a love triangle so much as a love roundabout. DAVE: ok but thats just because you were a dipshit not a gay dipshit DAVE: they were chill about the first part right DIRK: Thanks. DIRK: I mean... Roxy always seemed disappointed. DAVE: luckily i dont think anyones waiting in line for me DAVE: i guess im blowing it out of proportion DAVE: i dont think anyone will MIND DAVE: no one did about rose and kanaya DAVE: didnt even question the vampire bit which goes to show what our lives are like these days DAVE: like ok our outfit has vampires now DAVE: thats a thing that we have DAVE: if i say oh hey i might be bisexual theyll just say sure pull up a chair at the acronym table DAVE: the only one who might be weird about it is john DAVE: but hed be just as weird if i told him id changed my favorite color hes just like that DAVE: the only person its really a big deal for is me DIRK: Jane was a little bit like that. I'm pretty sure the only reason she had to object was because she found out the day I made a move on her crush. DIRK: It might just be growing up in a household where you're not regularly fighting for your life, and thus what genders are kissing whom has the space to be higher on your priority list. DAVE: that aint anyones priority these days DAVE: im prepared to acknowledge the concept that hey maybe everyone elses lives dont revolve around me and my personal drama or self revelations might have some merit at least as a hypothesis DAVE: when i met kid english he kept going on about how i was the most important person and everyone else was side characters DAVE: and maybe ive acted like that sometimes DIRK: Yeah, like you alone are the one responsible for everyone around you. DAVE: and maybe ive acted like i think that way too sometimes DAVE: ive been wrong about people DAVE: people i care about people i shouldve known better DAVE: i was wrong because i wanted to believe things that matched how i wanted the world to be DAVE: things that made it easier for the story i was telling myself DAVE: i dont think kid english meant to call me on it but damn DIRK: Reality is, after all, something we construct for ourselves. DIRK: I think maybe I knew that all along when I surfaced for air inbetween shoving my head as far up my ass as it would go. DIRK: Or maybe that's just what I try to tell myself in hindsight. DAVE: well if it takes a hyperactive 12 year old version of the final bosss creepy hero worship of me to make a point i guess thats not the least subtle way the universe has sent me a message lately DIRK: You want unsubtle? Let me tell you about my damn planet quest. DAVE: haha DAVE: i didnt have to do much of my quest because im invisible DAVE: thanks mom DIRK: My denizen practically sat me down like it was my life coach and growled in my ear about improving my communication skills with a guy I told to go fuck himself not eighteen hours prior. DIRK: So while I'm glad SBURB has a vested interest in me repairing my friendships, playing electroshock death DDR with him was a little on the nose. DAVE: maybe getting shot again wasnt that bad DAVE: so weve all learned our life lessons good job team DIRK: Exactly. Can we wrap this up now? Can we please go rest? DIRK: I'm so exhausted I haven't even noticed I'm still hungover. DAVE: sure thing DAVE: but if i need tips on leaping out of a closet to intimidate passerby i might text you DIRK: I mean, I can try. As long as you don't ask me for dating tips. That, I definitely shouldn't be helping you with. DIRK: Go talk to your sister for that. DIRK: ...wouldn't she, by the transitive property of siblings, also be my sister? DAVE: yeah i guess DAVE: but theres no way in hell im asking rose for dating advice DAVE: on her first date which she refused to admit was romantically oriented she got wasted in anticipation forgot to show up and then fell down the stairs DIRK: Oh my god. DAVE: she tries to look like shes got her shit together but its a lie DAVE: if you find my corpse floating on lolar in the next few hours dont let the truth die with me DIRK: Why are we like this? DIRK: Is there actually something hardwired into our DNA that predisposes us to being disasters? DIRK: But, that aside. DIRK: I won't object if it's me you come to talk to. DAVE: ill hold you to it DAVE: and if you ever want to publicly you admit you DAVE: "enjoy birdwatching" DAVE: in less vague and evasive terms DAVE: ill have your back DIRK: Thanks.

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[acadieum]

hey adrien my buddy pal friend amigo i just wanted to say you are the best person on this hellsite and everytime i chat with you i feel so happy. you make me feel like im good at things, like im making an impact on the world, even if it's just a small dent. you have inspired me to make my art better since the second i saw your art. and every time you tell me you like my art, i am a bit more confident with myself, because to me, i did something so great, my idol was happy. (1/3)

before i met you, i was told that i should never pursue by dreams of being an artist because it would never work. when i asked for art supplies from my parents, they would never buy me anything because in their mind, it was a waste of time. i used to take money from my field trip permission slips for school so i could buy myself sketchbooks and pens, even though i would miss out on school trips like museums or theme parks. (2/3)

ive improved so much because of people like you who have supported me through rough times and self doubt (even if you didnt know at some points), because i wanted to get good enough to help people the way you’ve helped me. thank you so much adrien. thank you so so much.

i have a feeling that i know who this is but even if it’s not, can I just say I’m so so proud of you?

you are capable of doing so many wonderful things and you are so so talented. and i’m sorry your parents couldn’t see that. if i could, i would send you all the art supplies and all the love and support i can because you deserve em. 

i know you work so hard on your art and from our conversations over the past few months, you’ve done nothing but impress me each time with how drastically your art improves! regardless if you’ve made a dent in the great grand scheme of the world or not, you’ve impacted my world for the better and filled it with joy and i’m so glad i got to meet you. 

also, i’m flattered that i’m your inspiration and that you look up to me and i’m so happy to hear that i make you happy, but you didn’t need me to tell you that your art is lovely for it to be good. it was beautiful from the start. but even so, i’d say it and reassure you a thousand times and more - as many times as you need me to say it - because i genuinely believe it’s true. your art IS lovely and your art deserves to be seen. 

your art makes me very happy and it should make you happy too. otherwise, what’s the point y’know? doing a hobby you don’t enjoy? nah. that’s out of fashion. loving and enjoying yourself and what you do is what it’s all about in this positive 2018.

lastly, i just want to say that you should never stop fighting for what you love, even if others won’t support you. if you love it, defend it. don’t give up. believe in yourself and work hard- and someday soon, even if you don’t feel like it now, you’re going to be amazing. 💕

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[this-divine-intervention]

Lets get physical, I mean personal meme

Star sign: Libra (the most powerful air sign)

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that pop up:

I dont really do playlists, but have four songs I listen to a lot recently.

“Symphony” by Clean Bandit.

“Curious” by Hayley Kiyoko.

“No Tears Left To Cry” by Ariana Grande.

“Mama Say” by Betty Who.

Grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what line is 17?

Because I hate random shit, have a quote from “In Spite of The Gods” a book on modern India:

“Today’s world consists of multinational companies that wish to exploit India’s people and resources for hit and run profits...a “neoliberal” dystopia that profits from the entrapment and immiseration of the developing worlds poor”

Ever had a poem written about you?

No, but I have written poems about other people. I used to write haiku for an ex.

When was the last time you played the air guitar?

I dont play the air guitar. I play the air cello and pretend to swing dance.

One sound you hate and one you love:

Hate: screeching children/babies. Love: Harmonic choir, specifically at the crux of a chorus where a multitude of notes are sung to create a moment of perfect clarity.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Short answer? No. Long answer? I believe in stuff like demons, and demons masquerading as things like ghosts.

Do you believe in aliens?

Yes. Its kind of the epiphany of arrogance to think were the only sentient race to have ever existed in any universe or reality.

Do you drive and if so have you gotten in a crash?

I do and I absolutely hate it. Ive been in two separate accidents both within the first year of getting my license. Neither were my fault.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes and no. Depends on how strong it is.

Last movie you’ve seen?

“The Wolverine” I think? Gimmie my husband Logan.

Worst injury you’ve ever had?

When I was like twelve or whatever I was racing a friend of mine and we tripped over each-others feet, and I slammed the front of my skull into asphalt which made a two inch crack in my skull. We didn’t actually realize thats what happened until years later and I could feel where the crack had sealed.

Do you have any obsessions right now?

Assassins Creed: Odyssey and ESO. Also school, though thats involuntary.

Do you hold grudges?

Not exactly. I wont sit there and obsess over something someone does, but if they do some really bad shit and dont apologize/fix it, they go on my shitlist which basically means I dont trust you and wont apply effort towards you whatsoever.

In a relationship?

Nah man. Men are kind of super garbage and the few good ones are either entirely fictional, thousands of miles from me, or already taken.

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