#Now I just want to play Fable again...

[the-crow-cryptids-domain]

I saw the trailer for the new Fable game and, as much as I greatly dislike the SUPER-HYPER REALISM they're going for (like I genuinely hate it it's so unsettling to me, where's the Stylized Charm of the old games???), seeing all the comments on said trailer about 'Fable Going Woke' makes me want to Commit Crimes.

Like.

Tell me you've Never fucking played a Fable game without saying you've Never played a Fable game.

Now I want this new Fable game to be WILDLY successful just out of spite for these empty headed fuckheads.

#Fable #Fable 1 #Fable 2 #Fable 3 #crow speaks #the crow speaks #I used to always play a gay or bi hero too #First husband was a pious monk #Second husband was an evil cultist #Third husband was a sweet little shopkeeper #Now I just want to play Fable again... #vent #rant #Also don't fucking get me started on the fact Fable 2 and 3 aren't on Steam #But my point is in the old Fable games you could be gay do crimes and also Everyone was 'Ugly' and that was part of its 'Charm' #Guess what Fable's been Woke ALL ALONG #Ok that's enough screaming into the void

[totaly-obsessed]

A Lesson in Accepting

Barcelona Femení x reader

-> Despite reader's best efforts to hide her illness and join in training, a she learns the importance of listening to her body and her teammates

-> Wordcount: ≈ 1.770

-> The happiest birthday to @sleekswosobession - love you!

➳ Masterlist

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"Oye! No chiqui - off!”

Hmmpf.

Out of all the older players, Lucy was usually the fun one. But today she didn’t want you climbing on her and she had gotten annoyed when you tried to steal her shoes. Maybe a new victim was needed for your shenanigans. But who?

Just as you started to look around for Vicky, the arm of Marta found its way onto your shoulder, Caroline now at the other side as they dragged you into the changing rooms. “Don’t even think about it.”

Music blasted through the room, with Salma by the speakers as her phone was connected to it, getting ready while swaying to her music. A quick look around made it obvious that your cubby for the day was between Frido and Ingrid.

Great.

You missed the days were you were at your rightful place between Patri and Cata, Claudia joining you after quickly changing into her kit. Those were the fun days when you had just joined the team. Fresh from Australia and full of energy and nerves Patri and Claudia had taken you under their wing.

Just two weeks later Alexia fell over her tied-together laces, just to see you laughing in a corner, hiding behind your new friends. The room had fallen quiet, everyone scared of what their captain would do.

Laugh.

Alexia Putellas, their strong and serious captain, started laughing at being tricked by a sixteen-year-old Australian rookie. Hesitantly the other players started to laugh, watching the blonde from the corner of their eyes, just to make sure that she wouldn’t get pissy at them laughing.

But now you were stuck between different adults every week, your number never hanging in the same spot, and for today's game, it was the space between two tall scandis. While they were incredibly nice, neither of them had a fable for letting you run wild - but they let you yap as much as you want. A win is a win. And at this point, you’d take anything.

Rainy games were your favorite games. You loved sliding around on the drenched pitch, tackling an opponent whenever you could, and getting your kit as dirty as possible. And that game was no different.

Sliding here - sliding there.

Mapi thought it was hilarious how you sprinted across the waterlogged pitch, stealing the ball of one opponent after the other.

“Chiqui come here and let me dry your hair, you’ll get sick.”

Irene was in mother mode, fussing over you and Vicky, who looked like the two happiest girls on the planet. Both of you had been in the starting eleven, something that didn’t happen as often. But with the weather conditions and the not-as-competitive opponent, Jona caved to your synchronized begging.

“I won’t. Promise!”

And with that, you were off again. Running outside, leaving the changing room early. Jona had been quick with his talk and the girls were just warming up and getting something to eat or massaged. But you run out to play on the field with the girls sitting on the bench.

Bruna and Jana made it a fun game, sending the ball just slightly wide every time, so that you had to be quick, falling over more than once during it.

Alexia just shook her head in amusement when she came back to the pitch, the other girls following in their captain's stride.

“Chiquitita wear a jacket for me please?” The Catalan’s English was great, even if she was too shy to speak it most of the time. Her hands held out a jacket to you, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I’ll be okay, thank you, Ale!”

And you would be okay, at least for the rest of the night - giving it your all on the pitch and giving it your all when you were the entertainment of the following movie night. Mapi had given you one of those cheap Karaoke microphones and with that, you kept narrating the movies much to everyone else's annoyance.

Mapi thought you were hilarious though. And with everyone smiling at you even if they acted annoyed, you kept going all the way until Lucy and Ona dropped you off at the apartment Barcelona gave you.

In the beginning, the Team members had been worried about you living there, all alone at only sixteen. But Vicky had been fine - she was an angel as opposed to the whirlwind of an Australian that had been added to the team with you. You would be at training most days anyway and doing stuff with the girls even on days off, so you’d be fine. Right?

Well usually you would be fine, but waking up with an itchy throat, annoying cough, and a runny nose topped by a fever, was not a funny thing.

Just like that, all your plans with Vicky for the day had been canceled. The two of you wanted to explore the city and then visit the library closest to the Sagrada Familia, but all of that went to waste now as you were trying to get rid of this cold as fast as possible.

But it turns out it wasn’t that easy. A day later you were still sick, your voice so hoarse that it was hard to understand. You had debated calling Jona and letting him know, but then Alexia and Irene would have been right when it came to you getting sick. You just needed to power through. Tomorrow you will be all good again.

After oversleeping you practically raced to the training center for gym day. Well raced as fast as you can with public transport - a mask secure on your face. You looked sick enough that strangers raised a brow at your sweaty forehead.

To your luck the changing rooms were empty, all of the girls were already in the gym, so you could change in peace, trying to take deep breaths as well as you could. Man, you hated having a stuffy nose.

The bright lights and the loud music made you wince when you entered the big space, with everyone on different equipment. You quickly explained to Jona that your bus had been late, and just by his facial expression you could see that he didn’t believe a word out of your mouth.

He knew. Fuck. But he didn’t do or say anything, just going over the plan for today with you.

The other girls tried to get a good look at you, whispering to themselves. This wasn’t the first time you had been late. Sometimes the bus really didn’t come, and sometimes you overslept. But the training staff was never too mad at you - you were a growing girl after all, and needed your sleep.

But usually, when you came in, you would go around greeting the girls one by one, telling them the crazy stories of your bus driver. Today, however, you picked out an empty corner, starting to stretch all by yourself.

When one of the trainers called for partner exercises you were quick to kidnap Vicky, who didn’t even react as she was used to your antics by now. But then she looked at you.

“You’re sick!”

“Shhh!”

With, what you thought, quick reflexes you pushed her head down so that she would lower her voice. “Don’t tell on me! Or I’ll tell Sandra.”

The young Spaniard was caught in an odd situation - realistically she knew she should tell Alexia, or at least someone - but she was terrified of the goalkeeper finding out. With a solemn nod, she gave in.

You didn’t believe her, holding onto her right hand as tightly as you could “No! "Promise me!”

“Fine. I promise. Now get your clammy hands off me please.”

Now it wasn’t just you who ran around like a headless chicken, stumbling over nothing and barely strong enough to lift any weight at all, but also Vicky, who desperately tried to avoid eye contact with someone else, whispering hushed annoyances in your ear.

“They’re weird, no?” Aitana had made her way to Alexia, who was watching the whole thing unfold in front of her. “Very weird..", she nodded.

When a break was called, you hurried off to the bathrooms, while Vicky tried to avoid anything and everyone.

But that didn’t hold on for too long, as she was cornered by Alexia, Irene, Aitana, and Ingrid. The other girls watched from a distance, knowing what was happening.

“I don’t know anything!”

“We didn’t say anything.” Irene was trying really hard not to let an amused smile crack through and instead keep up the intimidating frown.

One eyebrow went up. Then the other.

“Okay, fine!”

Alexia relaxed her face again, knowing that had been enough for Vicky to spill everything she knew.

“She’s sick.”

“Chiquitita!”

Ingrid didn’t get an answer and started looking around the facilities as quickly as she could while Aitana tried to console a guilt-ridden Vicky, telling her that she had done the right thing, emphasizing how dangerous it was that you were exercising.

They could hear you coughing before they even saw you, as Ingrid dragged you to the gym as gently as she could, nearly just carrying you.

“Ai Chiqui. What are you doing here, you’re sick amor, you need to rest.”

Alexia's soft mothering tone gave you the rest, tears forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry… Just didn’t want to miss out.” Sobs wrecked your tired body as some of your letters got swallowed.

“Shhh, let’s get you home.” Your captain dried tears after tears as she helped you out of the room and into the showers.

Jona looked happy with how everything turned out, he knew that Alexia would take care of it - her heart was soft for the youngsters on the team, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

On your way out your eyes met Vicky's. “You promised not to tell Vic!”.

“Oye, keep walking, or we’ll call Catley. I’m sure she would love to hear about your situation.” It was Mapi that nudged you, a teasing smile on her face.

Hmmpf.

"Sandra Vicky put shaving cream in your gloves!"

And with that you let your captain drag you out of the room, smiling at the chaos that exploded behind you.

After getting washed up and changed, Ale helped you to her car and started driving to her home, not listening to the whines that you wanted to go to your apartment.

“You can say it now, Ale.”

She could see you were close to falling asleep, head resting on your seatbelt.

“I told you so. Now let’s get you healthy again.”

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines #barça femeni #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #barca women #barca femini x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona women #alexias putellas #alexia putellas x reader #mapi león x reader #mapi leon x reader #irene paredes x reader

[greenteabelle]

thinking about how philza's character in every universe (or server lol) never really gets their happy ending .

hc!philza is destined to roam his world forever alone , with only remnants of history left to accompany him . so what if he continues to find structures and hints of what once was ? he's missed the opportunity to experience all the mythical stories he can only glean from pieces of rubble . he's alone , and he always will be .

dsmp!philza was forced to kill his son as soon as he finally found him after radio silence . and even when he returns as a phantom , he never really manages to bridge that deep chasm in their relationship . the one true friend that he could always rely on , whether as they ruled the entire world together or simply spent their days secluded in the snowy mountains , couldn't make it to the end . two immortal gods , finding solace in each other's loneliness only for one to be left alone again at the very end .

osmp!philza was left with nothing but empty promises as his friends left the safe haven he built with them one by one . he reunites with them a few times in the future , sure , but he can never really reminisce about their times together without leaving a bad taste in his mouth . even at the very end , he can't find the one friend who spared him those lonely times , always just a universe behind his little fella .

30days!philza died with his back turned to the one he trusted the most . despite all his years of experience teaching him to never let his guard down , he does . because he trusts wilbur . and so the last thing he sees as he's pushed off the ledge is the wide-eyed mortification in wilbur's eyes . and it's bittersweet , to know that he would exchange his own life if it meant that his could be returned . but the damage is done , and the ending is bittersweet .

and now , q!philza .

burdened with the task of caring for an egg with a partner he barely knew , he did the one thing he never thought he would do : play it safe . with the threat of the federation , the monstrous creatures that roam the island and the code that seemed hellbent on killing them , he played as an innocent bystander in every major event . because when you've lived a life as long as philza's , you know the worst that the world has to offer , and he so desperately wants to shield his child's innocence . despite the knowledge that chayanne may never remember their time together when he hatches , that the fabled dragon may simply devour him once it finds chayanne in his possession , he protects chayanne .

how could he not , when chayanne is the one he can finally protect for once ?

then he's ripped right out of his clutches once again , along with tallulah whom he's grown unavoidably fond of ( because it's wilbur's daughter , what other outcome could he truly expect ? ) , powerless to do anything . in his desperation to be reunited with his children once more , he ignores every single alarm bell that rings as he makes his way to the birdhouse .

even as he's freed , he's haunted by birds that seem to follow him wherever he goes , as though someone is always watching and reminding him of the consequences of rebelling .

purgatory ?

the name explains itself quite aptly , i believe .

so i guess the whole point of this post is just to appreciate that no matter the tragedy that constantly surrounds philza's characters in every universe he's in , he still keeps going forward .

#philza #philza minecraft #hardcore season 4 #dream smp #dsmp #origins smp #osmp #30 days smp #quackity smp #qsmp #idk how long i'll be able to keep up these angsty posts #but i'll continue to live laugh love in the angst that phil provides ig

[rentwice]

Going a bit feral over the idea of Gemini either being the world’s best wing man or Olympic heckler, and P having none of it

We know P has Gemini with him pretty much 24/7. We also know that Gemini likes to comment on almost everything they see or do.

Now imagine when P starts to get much more comfortable with you—when he starts craving intimacy. I know there is no way in hell P is going to let Gemini anywhere CLOSE when it’s smooching time. We know what happened in the cable car up to the cathedral, P was ready to fable arts Gemini into oblivion. He does NOT need Gemini to pretend to be a sports announcer and give a play by play of how he kisses you.

Maybe it starts with P just settling down in his room for the night, to read or whatever while he waits for everyone to wake up. Maybe he sets Gemini down on his desk and decides to barge into your room unannounced because he wants needs attention. P likes the quiet moments between you too. He probably doesn’t refuse to do any sort of PDA in front of Gemini, maybe a quick kiss or a casual touch he’s fine with. But when innocent kisses start turning into something a bit more and Gemini chirps: “Wowza! It is getting hot in here or is it just me…” P remembers why he leaves his emotional support cricket in his room.

Once P becomes more human and your relationship becomes even more intimate, Gemini definitely picks up on what’s happening when P leaves him alone somewhere. Gemini absolutely teases the fuck out of you both, saying things like “Were you guys training again? You look pretty worn out!” He knows what he’s doing. Probably also takes a moment to roast P and says “That sure was quick. I thought you’d be gone a little longer…” The cricket has audacity.

Gemini would start to pick up on P feeling a little…ehem, frustrated when you haven’t had a moment alone together in a while. Gemini takes the L, tells P he’s feeling a little off and needs to see Venigni or Gepetto for repairs so he can have a moment to spend with you. He’ll let P have this victory, for now.

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #me and my boyfriend and my boyfriend’s sentient cricket #maybe Gemini is bitter #give him a kiss too

[kairiscorner]

rewatching beauty in the beast healed my inner child and fed me with more ideas

how could she ever want me? – miguel o'hara x fem!reader drabble

sweat trickled down his forehead as he anxiously paced back and forth around his office, mumbling to himself how imperfect everything seemed right then and there, how he couldn't get anything done right at the moment, and... how his claws wouldn't retract no natter how hard he tried. he mumbled to himself as he tried calming himself down, but no matter what mantra he whispered to himself left his lips nor what peaceful thought he tried to muster entered his mind–his claws, and now his fangs, were baring and were not going to retract any time soon.

like a wild animal, he paced around the room as if he were biding his time, waiting for his prey to emerge from their habitat to tackle them down and devour them–but his true intentions were nothing of the sort; miguel... was waiting for your answer to his invitation to dine with him, a very rare occurrence for him because he's never dined with anyone else before, at least not with someone he cared about, in a long, long, long time. "might wanna do those breathing exercises, mig; calm down." lyla told miguel as she played a classical song for miguel to calm down to, but it was futile–his overthinking and anxiety were consuming him. "what's taking her so long?" miguel asked aloud as he picked at his claws, forcing them to retract by himself.

lyla shrugged. "i invited her this morning, surely she's had all evening to think about it–where is she?" he asked in a growl, his patience running thin as he was still stressing out about how his claws and fangs weren't retracting on command. "try to calm down, mig, she's only known you for a few weeks." lyla reminded him as miguel slumped down on a big plush chair and dragged his claws across the felt arms of the chair–tearing it open and forcing the stuffing to come out in what appeared to be white tufts of fuzzy snow. miguel sighed as he sank further into the chair and furrowed his eyebrows together. "what's a few weeks when she's got my whole heart in the palm of her hand...? she's... she's intelligent, charming, strong, defiant–she's so beautiful, and, i... well, look at me!" miguel exclaimed in a self-deprecative roar as his eyes turned a deep shade of red the moment he set eyes on the virtual assistant.

lyla wasn't sure on what to tell miguel to calm him down; though the AI assistant was usually prepared for any and all interactions with miguel, this was one moment where she wasn't sure on what to say or do for him to make him feel better, because nobody had control over your emotions or opinions towards miguel. "the best you can do is hope," lyla said as miguel bared his fangs and lowly grunted all angrily. "and control your temper, mig." she reminded him as miguel balled up his clawed fist. his nostrils flared and he shut his eyes tight, he hated how lyla was right all over again... he took a deep breath in and out, and kept this up until his shoulders weren't tense anymore, and his claws were retracting. ultimately, succumbing to the notion that everything else was up to you was kind of calming miguel down, and he was slowly beginning to accept so.

"...i'll try." he told the AI assistant as you reappeared in the front of his mind again–with your beautiful face looking into his own and smiling up at him all charmingly–how could he say no to you? you were so perfect, so lovely, so beautiful; and he was just... him. how could you ever love a beast like him, right?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara imagines #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

[kneelingshadowsalome]

love love love the maid fic you posted so much. it had me spiraling with thoughts of single dad (Widower? widower.) König with live in nanny reader. she is so soft and sweet and the little boy adores her, plus she's a great cook and tries her best to include König in activities with his son whenever he's off from deployment, insists that he sits with them as she reads bedtime stories for the kiddo. I mean, she's basically his wife already, there's just the consummation ring missing, right?

JESUS

You know the stereotype about women wanting to kidnap a man when they see him walk a dog because hey, he must be great with kids if he can keep a dog alive? That a man owning a dog basically means that this guy is husband & dad material and must now be trapped?

König is exactly like that with women who are good with kids!

And I have to emphasize that König does not have a mommy kink. He does NOT have a mommy kink. No, never. He only has raging mommy issues.

But… (there’s always a but)

Our man has to fight back actual tears when he listens to the bedtime story. This woman’s voice is so soft, she’s great at what she does, but it triggers all his childhood trauma – no one ever read to him when he was a child :( He was just told to play by himself and go to bed and stay there, be quiet while his parents watch late night TV.

So now he's sucking it all in like a sponge: her bright eyes, her enthusiastic voice that has the curious effect of both soothing and stimulating him, the way she acts the stories she tells. Is it perverse to feel both aroused and sleepy when you're listening to a woman tell a bedtime story...? (He's asking for a friend)

He also can’t take it how his son is looking up at this lady with pure fascination as she tells those stories, straight out of her head, by the way, because she has an amazing imagination. She's a natural storyteller and her little tales are usually much better and more vivid than what’s going on in children’s books. König’s son is soon asking to “hear that story about the squirrel who went fishing” or asking if he could “please hear that story about the lone warrior one more time” and König is just melting on the inside when she smiles, draws breath, and starts to tell the same fable for the 6th time this week.

The atmosphere in his house has changed so much, there’s warmth and smiles and playfulness now, instead of sorrow and silence and despair. His son is coming out of his shell, and König himself is absolutely thriving. He can’t wait to get home and bask in this new warm glow, his crazy high libido has returned too. This woman is like a magical remedy to all his problems.

He starts to treat the lady like she’s his wife; she’s basically a stepmom to his son already. Plus a man like him can’t envision himself as being single and going on casual dates. He needs to marry again, can’t you see? His son needs a mom, and he needs a wife to come back home to! It’s the natural order of things, and he sees the perfect wife candidate right in front of him ❤️

...Also trust it to König wondering if it would be solely wrong to poke a few holes in the condoms they use when she finally understands what a great idea it would be to surrender to him and his impeccable love. He only has her best interest in mind, and let's be honest, she can't find a more devoted father for her kids! He only wants to provide for his growing family and wife-to-be, is that so bad? ❤️

#answered

[lovelbear]

《Headcanon time brought to you by someone who has way too many thoughts. Most of them made me sad, so i figured time to share 》

♡ Violet and Jerry have been taking turns holding ocie as she cries when Jerry is watching her Violet is watching over Rae

♡ after Rae and icurus fought In the sky Rae's back and wings hurt as if his injuries from the first sky fight had happened all over again.

♡ Athena felt it when len died, everything around them froze as a ringing started in her ears, he felt a lose, she felt the God that he was closest to slip away. Their knees buckled underneath them and she fell to her knees as tears began to flow ghast tears flowing with real tears as his hands began to shake

♡ Rae refuses to leave his bed after making a shirt for Vorago. Violet is really worried about the mental space Rae might be in after another sky fight and is trying to leave little sweet treats he knows Rae enjoys to try and bring his best friend some joy

♡ Rae keeps having dreams of Isla just being out of his reach, every dream it feels like she gets closer but is still so far away

♡ Icurus on the other hand keeps having dreams of falling, falling from where they feel they should be. Every night they wake up around 4 am feeling as if they've failed simply by having a dream

♡ the Tuskly's have made Athena a basket of treats and things after the death of len, who they knew Athena was close too.

♡ all of Jamie and athena's animals have found their way up to Jamie and athena's bedroom and are just laying in bed with athena

♡ Ulysses has been playing back everything that happened the day len died, from what they found in the temple to Len's death. Something things from it all feels blurry, Other parts feel crystal clear.

♡ Jerry has brought Oscar into ocie's room, and momentarily, Violet has taken away Oscar's crossbow.

♡ Ulysses has been fidgeting with the book they found in the temple that while he traces over his name in the book.

♡ Ocie dropped her communicator during the fighting, and now it has a small crack on the screen

♡ Oscar wants to bite fable. No reason just wants to bite fable

♡ ocie would let Oscar take a marker and draw on her back, centross would also let Oscar do this.

《I think that's all I got for right now chat》

#fable smp #i make myself sad sometime #have fun with this one chat

[am-i-interrupting]

Stalking Shadows | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: Alastor has a problem with your choice in company. You have a problem with his problem.

For @aliceneedsphalis or somewhat inspired by one of their prompts.

“Oh, he’s not that bad,” you said.

You’d been listening to your father for the last couple minutes, maybe even an hour, rant about how Vox’s new company was beginning to take away listeners or rather, they were selling more televisions than radios now.

“Oh, yes, people muddling their brains into mush is something to be unconcerned about,” Alastor said, sarcasm coating his every word.

You have him a deadpanned look before rolling your eyes. “It’s not that and you know it. People just like seeing things that they ain’t ever—“

“Have never,” he corrected.

“—seen before. What’s the big difference between watching something on a television and going to a theater?” you asked. “People are just watching other people act out a story.”

“It’s not the same and you know it,” he said, spitting your words back at you. “Going to the theater means leaving the comforts of home, watching a creation of a story that may be said word for word the same but will always be played out differently. The television encourages sinking further into your home, grounding you to a spot that you can’t leave lest you miss something and will always be the same. At least with the radio, you can enjoy it from any place.”

“Uh-huh? And you’re sure there’s not something else going on?” you asked.

Alastor was prone to monologuing when in the comforts of either of your homes but even this had been excessive. His monologues were normally more spaced out than this.

It’d been nearly a year since Vox came into your afterlife and your father had been none too pleased. In a way, you understood but in others you didn’t.

Yes, Vox was taking up some of your time. You went out together to walk the town, get dinner, go to random places or you’d set him up on meetings. However, your time had not been solely taken up by Vox. You saw him planned in person perhaps once a week. Outside of that, you didn’t see him much at all. You still saw your father nearly the same amount. It honestly felt hypocritical of him to complain without actually complaining when at least you told him where you were going. He did not always give you the same courtesy and disappeared for days if not weeks at a time far more often than you’d like.

“What else would there be?” he asked.

You grabbed his hand and used it to wrap his arm around your shoulders as you gave him a hug from his side, both arms around his waist.

“I know you don’t like when things change without your permission—“

“Which is precisely what this is.”

“—but I had a life without you in it. It’s not your fault that you weren’t there for it and I don’t blame you for not being there. But, I did have to learn how to be happy without you. That doesn’t mean I’m not happy with you and it doesn’t mean that I want you to go away. However, Vox was one of those people I found happiness with. A lot of happiness, so just don’t be so hard on him, please. You don’t have to like him, just stop talking like you want to kill him. Okay?”

Silence.

You squeezed Alastor’s torso harder and leaned back, pulling him with you. “Okay?” you asked again.

“I will make an attempt,” he said, sounding like it hurt him to get the words out.

You released him. “That’s all I want.” You placed your hat on your head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going.”

“And where to exactly?”

Just this once you decided to give your father a taste of his own medicine. “Out.”

You left the house briskly. You had few big plans for the day. You mostly just had small errands. A couple things some of your contracted souls had asked for and not much more.

You went to Trinket’s home to repair her roof, damaged from a recent chase that spanned several districts. You visited Fable and brought them lunch as they were still grieving from the extermination passed a few months ago now but they still didn’t smile like they used to.

You had noticed several times a movement of shadow as you walked and specifically chose a very well lit pathway as a result to at least make it harder for him to spy out of spite.

That is, of course, when you caught site of Vox. He was dressed in a blue, short sleeved button up with a belt that matched and black pants. He looked very. . . relaxed as he strode through the streets of your district.

Of course, not everyone who lived in your territory was contracted to you and while he was one of them, it was nice to see him like this.

Then he saw you and a smile stretched across his face. You waved at him. He came over.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” he said.

“I’ll say it’s a bit ironic that I see you so soon as hearing so much about you,” you replied.

“Well, I hope they were good things.”

“Coming from my father? Never, but he rarely has good things to say about anyone so don’t take it personally,” you told him.

“Ah, still hesitant?”

“Resistant is the word I’d use. He’s not much of a sharer.”

“Unfortunate for him, neither am I but for you, I’ll make an exception.” He smiled more when you rolled your eyes. “May I accompany you wherever it is you’re going?”

You caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. Light spots that looked to close to eyes over his shoulder. Fine, you could be petty as well but you were going to say yes either way.

“Please. I don’t believe you’ve met Ziggy yet unless you’ve been seeing others behind my back,” you said.

“I would never dream of it.”

The two of you began to walk side by side together. You used the swinging of your hands to hide the gesture that caused the shadow to be swept away with the wind.

#one author two show hosts #vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader

[subjectredacted]

y'all i am so bad at checking in and posting on tumblr, but!!! i really must scream on every platform because LOOK AT IT LOOK AT IT LOOK AT IT waaaaaAAAAAA look at this beautiful cover art for my fanfic, illustrated by the amazing @fritzmetzger !!!

If you'd like to check out the fic, it's over here on ao3!

More thoughts and feelings, and talk about how this wonderful artistic collaboration came to be under the cut:

Back in December in the Alan Wake Book Club server, I asked for some kind of writing prompt with intentions of just writing a little drabble to practice. Fritz gave me this: "caseywake, brutal gore necrophilia" and I went alright cool, let's get brutal and weird because I love horror and it's a great chance to play in the space. I started thinking about ideas and began writing and the drabble idea turned into something bigger. A multi-chapter endeavor. Because: I wanted to have Alan kill Casey over and over again but I also wanted him to have to sit and live with the building distress and emotions involved in this, especially when it came to potentially romantic and lustful feelings involving a corpse. (I also found myself wanting to write about Alan as a few different kinds of monsters as a way to play around even more with the horror of it all.)

The more I thought about the dreams, the more I also thought about how I wanted to frame this story and how it would bleed out into both Alan and Casey's real lives. Because the experiences are happening as shared dreams, it's been interesting to think about the short-and-long-term impact that they have on the two of them, and how the dreams interplay with their emotional states and relationships with those around them.

The fic is still very early on right now (i'm taking a little break from writing chapter four as we speak), but I have lots of plans outlined (and I also continue to welcome in new ideas to this both when I am and am not working on it) for the future. If I had to estimate right now... 20 or so more chapters to go based on the current ideas I have outlined right now. After a certain point in the story, we'll also be exploring Casey's side of the dreams to see what his perspective is on what is happening, and I am VERY much looking forward to their eventual realization that all of these strange and grotesque moments were shared over the years once they finally meet face-to-face in 2023.

For anyone reading the fic, the fabled necrophilia is coming very soon! (Chapter 5, unless Casey wants to get another chapter in beforehand. If that happens, it will be chapter 6!)

if you read all my rambling, thank you!! pls join me in will smith posing at this amazing art by fritz!!!! RRRRAAAAAAAA

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #caseywake #alex casey #my writing

[devildomwriter]

Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding | Beelzebub x Reader

1k Words | GN! Reader | CW: literally none

Beelzebub hummed excitedly as you walked through the city. So many different smells of special holiday food he could only get this time of year. His mouth was watering so much you’d brought a handkerchief and hidden his smile with a scarf so people didn’t become too concerned.

His stomach growled so loudly a few pedestrians heard it over the blaring car horns and Christmas music playing over the speakers. They looked around in concern which only attracted more attention so you sighed and relented.

“Okay, which restaurant is next on the list?” You asked him and he licked his lips and checked his D.D.D.

“Mmm…this one! No…this one, or maybe….I can’t choose,” he pouted and you patted his back.

“I’ll make sure we get to all of them but choose one for right now.”

He nodded and looked around. He held his nose in the air and his footsteps quickened. You had to lightly jog to keep up with him as he followed his nose to a Chinese restaurant.

He planted his feet firmly in front of the door and waited for you to catch up. He held your hand and excitedly walked through the door.

It was a small place with only a few seats but you preferred the tucked-away places to the crowded restaurants.

You took off your scarves and waved to the staff who told you to sit wherever you wanted.

Beelzebub read through the menu quickly and decided on what he wanted.

“Aren’t you going to order anything?” He asked, concerned and you shook your head.

“This is the fifth eatery in two hours, I can’t eat anymore, not even a snack.”

He nodded but frowned, hoping to share the experience with you so when the food came out you relented and ate the complimentary fortune cookies.

“Choose a hand,” you told him and he pointed to the left without hesitation. “Okay, the left one will be your fortune today.”

He smiled and couldn’t wait to hear it. “Your lucky numbers are 8, 23, 12, 17 and 9. Your fortune is, ‘You are in for a pleasant surprise.’ Well, that seems good.”

“Let me read yours,” he insisted and you handed him the paper without peaking.

He grinned and repeated your numbers, “11, 5, 97, 44, and 12. Hey, we have a number in common,” he beamed. “And your fortune is…’Your ability to juggle many tasks will take you far’…”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you sighed. A sorcerer’s apprentice, master of seven demons, and a RAD student council officer were just a few of the current titles you had to keep up with. They were a great honor but they did take a toll. That’s why days like today when you could relax and spend time with your boyfriend were so important to you, especially with the hectic holiday schedule.

You finished up at the Chinese restaurant and in a few minutes, his stomach rumbled again and this time you found yourself watching Beelzebub scarf down a pile of waffles and have his picture taken and put on the wall as a record holder. He’d gotten the meal for free since he won the challenge. Maybe that had been the pleasant surprise, but just as that ended you were in for another one.

As you turned the corner you nearly ran right into Luke who was carrying a bag of goodies.

Beelzebub instinctively reached for them and you held his hand to deter him.

“Oh! Beel, ___ what are you guys doing here?”

“Food,” Beel responded quickly, beginning to drool.

Luke looked at his bag and back at Beel and shook his head, “No way. This is my special figgy pudding, I’m bringing it to the Angel’s Halo.”

“Figgy pudding?” Beel asked, his eyes sparkling.

You saw the look in his eyes and mouthed “run” to Luke who obeyed and took off. Beelzebub tried to follow but you slowed him down and pushed him into a tiny vegan restaurant.

Beelzebub was pleasantly surprised with the taste of everything but as soon as he was done he went right back to tracking Luke and his fabled figgy pudding.

Luke had made it to the café safely by then so you didn’t try to stop Beelzebub this time, you only hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

The door chimed and Simeon’s smile welcomed you both as you left the cold and sat at the counter taking off your scarves and gloves.

“Welcome,” Simeon greeted you both sweetly.

“Hell-duck?” Beelzebub drooled.

Simeon shook his head, disappointed, “not even close…”

Beelzebub looked disappointed when he could no longer catch of whiff of figgy pudding. He stared at Luke who let out an eep and hid in the kitchen.

Beelzebub pursued him, followed by yourself and Simeon.

“W-Wait!” Luke shouted as he stirred something in a bowl.

Beelzebub tilted his head to the side anxiously.

You hugged Beelzebub’s arm and handed him a chocolate bar you’d concealed with magic. His eyes lit up again and he was distracted enough for Luke to explain.

“Simeon liked the pudding so I’m making more, you can have some when it’s ready,” he promised and Beelzebub grinned ear to ear.

You sat Beelzebub back at your table and played footsie with him beneath the table while Simeon brought out your hot chocolate, bagels, cinnamon rolls, and a while pumpkin pie.

“Simeon is the best isn’t he?” Beelzebub said with his mouth full. Normally you didn’t like when someone spoke with his mouth full but thankfully Beelzebub never smacked his lips, his mouth was too full for that. So instead you smiled and wiped the crumbs from his mouth.

Beelzebub smiled and leaned into your touch. For a moment things were peaceful even though the food was gone but the peace was broken when Luke brought you both some figgy pudding to try.

“Enjoy! I promise it actually tastes really good.”

Beelzebub proceeded to inhale it, shocking Luke. “H-Hey! How are you even going to know what it tastes like if you do that?”

“More please,” Beelzebub requested and you shook your head. You got a spoonful of the pudding and held it up for Beel who smiled and ate from the spoon. He hummed and licked his lips.

“Mmm! This is really good, Luke! It’s even better when you feed it to me, ___.”

“D-don’t talk like that! I’m right here, y’know?” Luke protested.

Beelzebub ignored him and instead made a request, “Will you bring us some more figgy pudding?”

#obey me drabble #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub #omswd Beelzebub #omswd Beelzebub x reader #obey me 25 days of christmas #25 days of obey me christmas #obey me x reader #obey me luke #obey me simeon

[lillybearrie]

Hello I would like to remind everyone that the first (technically second if you wanna get really technical but who cares) thing we heard from fable was

"Release Me,

You are free of Enderian, now focus on purpose"

Directed at Icarus

"Now focus on your purpose"????? WHAT HAPPENED TO "HI" "HELLO" "HOW ARE YOU MY SON"

BECAUSE NEWSFLASH SIR THAT'S NOT HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR FUCKING CHILD

THEY AREN'T A FUCKING ROBOT TO TAKE AND CARRY OUT YOUR ORDERS THAT'S YOUR GODDAMN KID!

PEOPLE TREATED SEVEN WITH MORE FAMIARITY AND RESPECT

no offense to seven great guy rip man BUT STILL

Anyway on to actual analysis

After reading this note, several deductions can be made about our antagonist's character right off the bat, which in season 3 we see to be accurate assumptions

First of all the sending of the note "release me" constantly at the beginning of every reset presumably for the past several ones gives us a base line of a few things A) whoever wrote it is trapped B) they really want out C) whomever was to recive the note presumably can help with this D) this person is either very angry and resorting to formal wording as a form of passive aggression or they are simply a very formal person Had this not been the case they would have written "let me out" or "get me out" or even "help me"

Now for the post-corruption portion

"You are free of Enderian"

1) this person knows Enderian 2) This person knows at least of Icarus 3) They intentionally have been sending these to Icarus 4) despite being trapped they have some way to know what is going on 5) their particular view of Enderian is not favorable it's not overtly antagonistic however this is the one part of the not that can be read as at least partially sympathetic to Icarus

Finally "Now focus on your purpose"

1) they don't see Icarus as anything but a means to an end 2) tone wise it feels like both the chastisement of a child and an order to an unthinking being 3) "your purpose" seemingly refers to the prior statement of "release me" either implying that the writer believes Icarus is only here to get them out of wherever they are or that Icarus's sole purpose in life is to aid and assist them and 4) the use of "now" after the previous statement implies they view the corruption arc as simply something that was inhibiting the progression of them being let out

First off once again SIR THAT IS YOUR CHILD YOU MOTHERFUCKER-

In conclusion deductions that can be made from this note with the knowledge that i now hold are as follows: Fable wanted out of purgatory, they issued Icarus with the fulfillment of this task and saw the corruption arc as merely a speed bump on the road of getting his ass outta there. Fable is a pretentious douchebag. Like everyone else in his life Fable is constantly using his own son as a means to achieving his end goal.

Other notes:

Had Fable's motivations not been his underlying obsession with keeping what he believes is "his" even when it disrupts and disregards the rules of the universe and the sanctity of life he likely wouldn't have given 2 shits about Icarus.

If we view Fable's interactions with others through the lense of him thinking of those of the overworld as "his" his people his creations his world then it starts to become clearer that he only sees individuals as tools and for their potential usefulness to him. And if we want to take this view even further we could even say that he at least on some level viewed Alerion giving a place for his deceased mortals to restate something akin to how a child views their sibling stealing a toy from their room, which then implies that the war of the gods is just a big temper tantrum where Fable hurt his brother then his other siblings stepped in and went "hey woah man not cool you can hit Al dude he is literally just playing the game" to which Fable's response was to hurt them as well and now he's just got out of timeout and basically started blaming his parents for everything wrong in his life which is so silly goofy of him until you remember that these were people he was upset about his brother "stealing" from him and it becomes less silly goofy.

"But Lilly!" I hear you say because you've totally read this far, mhm definitely "If he doesn't actually care about the dead people, then why does he act nice? Why is his charisma stat so high?" Well to that I say is it easier to keep someone in one spot when you make them believe this is where they wanna be or when they know the whole truth?

#someone take my Tumblr privileges #why is this so fucking long #and how have i not made this post before?? #once again #thank you for coming to my ted talk #fable when i get you fable #i have hated this man since before we knew for sure that he sent that note because deep down i knew and i wasn't gonna let that slide #Icarus deserves better #so much better #also apologies for how discombobulated this might be i had like 4 separate trains of thought while writing this #so idk how coherent it is #fable smp

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Come Go With Me

A Michael Gavey fic.

EDIT: Now with art! (just a sketch tho)

Summary: It's the spring of 2007 and Michael Gavey has so far kept to the vow he made to never socialize again after Oliver ditched him. Then he meets a cute girl at a coffee shop. Will the vow stand strong or immediately go down the drain?

Word Count: 3986

Rating: T (plenty of swearing, instances of misogyny, objectification of the female body, atrociously incorrect bagel eating, New York City slander, etc.)

Author's Note: yes, the title is the song by Expose. Also, I'm a corny writer.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“I don’t know or care what Oliver Quick is doing this summer,” Michael said, continuing to type on his laptop, not even making eye contact with whoever asked the question.  The guy who asked left without saying anything further.

Some random guy in the library asked Michael if it was true that Oliver was going to be spending the summer with Felix on his family’s estate.  It was more about prying into Felix’s business than him wanting to know anything about Oliver, Michael thought.  Oliver was not on the same level of being interesting (in the eyes of the general student populace) that the Cattons were.  

Michael didn’t give a shit that Oliver was going to fancy fucking Saltburn with his new, snobby, loser, nepo baby friends for the summer.  Really, he didn’t.  When Oliver humiliated him at the bar, he made the decision then to swear off any further socializing at the university.  It was the best thing he ever did.

Already, he felt less anxious.  He had more time to focus on his coursework.  More time to read new books, attend off campus lectures.  Walks in the park by himself were quite relaxing when he didn’t have to think about topics to keep a stilted, dying conversation going.  He even went so far as to set aside time to play video games again.  Every weekend, for one hour and a half, he lost himself in Fable on his Xbox.  

Michael still felt the sting of the bar betrayal from time to time, as he thought he had finally found a true friend in Oliver (or at least, the potential for him to become one).  The new, lone path taken had helped him realize that he was not the problem.  Oliver was just an asshole, like the majority of those who went to Oxford.  

Sometimes Michael wondered why people didn’t like him.  Must be how smart he was.   There was nothing weird about being good at math.  What was so awful about being good at math, anyway?  He guessed that most peoples’ biggest issue with his smarts was that it reminded them they were stupid. Oh well!  Plenty of time for activities by himself now.

One of those activities was fast became his favorite, after only his fourth visit.  Visiting a little coffee shop he had discovered near the river, he was able to “mingle” among people without having to talk to anyone. No one would bother him here and he would still get his dose of human contact which, after all, was vital to the psychological constitution of a person.  As rigid as he intended on being with his new No Socializing At Oxford vows, Michael did not intend on becoming a psychopath.  Besides, the baristas never got his order wrong. They never talked to him beyond the perfunctory taking of his order but after the third time, when he walked in, instead of asking what he would like the person at the register had asked “The usual?” and Michael would just say yes, thank you, and then pay.

Michael packed up his laptop, shoving it and the charger into his reusable Tescoe bag along with his notebooks. He stood and adjusted his sweater, checked all his pant pockets were buttoned up and zipped closed.  He kept his visits only to every other day so as to not have the monotony grate on his nerves. The coffee shop made fresh bagels every day, however, and he had been looking forward to enjoying one all morning (his favorite was blueberry).  He liked to eat his a certain way, scooping out the insides of each slice before finally eating the hollowed out crusts.  Someone at school would surely have an opinion about his bagel-eating method (not that he cared) but at the coffee shop, Michael was left in peace.

 Walking briskly through the library doors and outside in the crisp spring air, he didn’t even look in direction of Oliver walking up the steps into the library with Felix.  They were laughing about something but Michael didn’t even breathe in their direction.

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The delicious smell of bread baking hit him in a wave as he stepped into the coffee shop.  It looked like a rush had just hit, the baristas busy cleaning and restocking various items.  

“Hi! I’ll take your order right over here.” came the chipper voice.  Michael turned.

Oh god, a new hire. An American one (he was pretty sure the accent he heard was American) Maybe he wasn’t entitled to feel irritated about changes in the store, it's not like he owned the damn thing, but Michael felt irritated just the same.  This was HIS spot and someone new had just invaded it.

The new girl had long hair parted in the middle, tied back in a bun.  The hair was turquoise. A very bright turquoise, almost neon, he would say.  It pissed him off even more. Dyed hair was so fucking tacky.

He trudged to the register, hating every second of anticipating having to deal with someone new, someone chatty, even for something as impersonal as coffee.  

The girl was almost as tall as he was, eye-level to him, smiling the fakest fucking smile he had ever seen.  I mean, it had to be fake.  Who looked this happy to be taking a stranger’s order? He didn’t even bother attempting to smile back.  Whatever.  Get my coffee, bitch Michael though.

“I’ll have a large vanilla coffee, sugar free, with a blueberry bagel.” 

“Ah, so just cutting back on the sugar but can’t quite quit it altogether, eh?” the girl said with a wink and another smile, totally unperturbed by his attitude.

Michael pursed his lips and said nothing.  The girl, still unbothered, looked down and clacked away on the touch screen.  He quickly looked over her in the few seconds she imputed his order.  

She had long, acrylic nails, painted a pastel kind of purple.  Her name tag said Cat, which he guessed was short for Catherine.  Maybe.  Also her boobs were big.  Not normal big, but stripper big.  Not that he would know, but still.  Too big for the word “boobs”, for sure.  Tits seemed like a more appropriate word.  If he had ever been to a strip club he was pretty damn sure stripper tits would look exactly like hers.  And she had tattoos covering the entirety of her left arm.  Classy, he thought condescendingly. No wonder she was working here instead of somewhere like a bank.

Michael wondered if she had tattoos on her chest as well…he was so sure he could avert his gaze before she noticed but suddenly her fingers snapped and her head lowered into his line of vision, a smug look on her face.  Small wisps of hair hung in front of her ears, he noticed.

“You lose something. buddy?” she asked.  

“I didn’t mean-I was just looking at your name tag.” he sputtered, fidgeting with a cuff of his sweater.  

“Look, it's fine. They’re tits.” 

Michael flinched slightly at her casual use of the word.  It was one thing to talk like that with other guys, but girls? What was she trying to prove?  Tits tits tits. He made a point to stare straight into her eyes and not look away while she continued to speak. “Its not a big deal, I promise,” she said, finishing up his order on the register and offering her hand to take payment. 

Choosing not to respond, Michael set his Tesco bag on the counter so he could unzip one of his pockets to get at his credit card.  The pocket it was in was hard to open and the zipper always caught, so two hands were needed.  

“You can look, you know,  just don’t be creepy about it.” she continued, as he struggled slightly with the pocket.  

Michael did not look at her as he handed over the card. 

Being branded a “creep” was the last thing Michael needed.  He was already the Lonely Nerd at university, he really did not want to become the Creepy Lonely Nerd (that ogles stranger’s tits).  Not that he would give a shit what people thought, but one less socially crippling label was better than one more.

“I mean, it’s not like I can leave them at home, right?  I don’t mind a little look here and there!” she said with a laugh, handing back his card. Unbelievable.  She was still talking about her tits! 

“Can I get that to go?” Michael answered more than asked.  

“Sure thing. Uh, what’s your name?”

“I’m Michael.” He was not staying here. He was not going to stay and become the Creepy Tit Guy.  Given her outgoing nature, Cat would probably have something to say about the way he ate his bagel, too, he was sure of it.  He would become Creepy Tit And Weirdo Bagel Eating Method Guy if he stayed. Maybe dealing with this at university would have been easier but this was supposed to be his relaxation spot. The coffee shop was ruined for him now, he would never come back.  Ever.  Fuck this place and fuck her.

“Alrighty, dude. Be right back!” 

“My name is not…dude..” Michael stepped away from the register, his voice fading away to nothing as Cat got his order ready, unable to hear him.  There was no one else coming in right now, it seemed he came during a lull. The other employees were still cleaning and restocking. 

“Here you go!” Cat said with a smile, handing him his bagel in a paper wrap and his coffee. 

Still not looking at her, he took his bagel and his coffee and got the fuck out of there, practically powerwalking away. 

 It was only until he made it to a nearby park bench that he finally saw what Cat had written on the other side of his bagel wrapper.  A whole paragraph, practically.  Michael, sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I was just trying to be funny, I swear.  Enjoy your coffee.  Hope you come back! 

Michael felt relief for a moment, before loudly groaning and spilling some of his coffee as he made to slap his forehead with that same hand.  He had left his fucking Tescoe bag at the coffee shop.  His bag that had his computer, his notebooks, his finished papers for a couple of classes. 

He had to go back.  Fuck.

“Yeah, sorry, but she said she knew you.”

Michael swore. The cashier informed him that Cat had just left, her shift was over.  She had taken the bag with her to the Oxford library.  Apparently, she was a student there?  Who fucking knew!?

“You need me to call the police?”

“No, that’s all right, I do know her.”  Michael lied.  “I told her earlier I’d be headed to the library later.  She probably figures she can catch me there.”  Without a single, civil ‘thank you’, Michael practically fled the shop.

He didn’t care how dumb it looked that he was frantically looking everywhere in the library for the familiar, turquoise hair.  People always looked at him funny.  It’s not like he could go to each of them individually and ask them hey could you please stop snidely whispering every time you look in my direction? Old Michael would go back to his dorm, have a cry, wonder why no one liked him and then quickly finish his homework in his dungeon of a bedroom before crying some more and then going to sleep.

New Michael didn’t give a shit.  New Michael was focused 100 percent on his academics and self-care, and right now his academics were in jeopardy because that Tesco bag held papers he had yet to type (Michael liked to hand write his work first, he felt it was more thorough). Also, maybe New Michael should better remember to not forget his shit at random shops.  Old Michael wouldn’t have forgotten. Whatever. 

After scanning the entire first floor of the library, he stomped to the second floor.  If she was a student here, how had he never seen her?  The hair would have been hard to miss.  Of course, it's not like he made it a habit to people watch anymore, especially in the library. 

Suddenly, he saw her.  Way in the corner, at a table right under a huge window, he saw her returning with her nose in a book from the shelves.  On the table, his bag.  

“Give it here.” Michael said, approaching the table.  Cat looked up from her book.

God, she was pretty.  He felt like a troll next to her.  It was so fucking unfair. More importantly though…why was he telling her to hand the bag back?  It was HIS.  He should just take it and go, without a word.  She had basically stolen it.  The girl was a thief and took it to give him a hard time because she was a bitch, like every other pretty girl he had ever interacted with and been cut down by. Maybe he could like her if he gave it a try…but the days of trying to get people to think he was cool or amazing were over.  She was a bitch and he knew it.

Mmm not what the note on your bagel showed, an annoying voice in his head began. That note could only have been written if she liked you because who would write that for a random customer?  You should talk to her an-  

Oh, fucking christ.  Old Michael.  Desperate-to-be-liked-by-someone-ANYONE Michael.  Shut the fuck up, Old Michael. You are dead.

“Yeah, no problem, I mean it is your bag!” Cat said cheerfully, closing her book and holding the bag out to him. “Sorry you had to run all this way to get it, Michael.”

“Um, it’s ok.  I run fast.” Michael said, immediately regretting it. God, that sounded so fucking stupid. He reached out for his bag.

Oh, so we’re no longer on that socializing ban, huh, Mr. Comedian?  I mean, what was THAT?!  Old Michael thought slyly. Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!!!! And, look!  She remembers your name! SHUT UP.

“-couldn’t just leave it there, you know?” Cat had finished saying.

Michael froze. “Huh?” 

What had she been talking about?  Shit. “Uh, why not?” Please let that be the right response.  Please let that be relevant to what she was fucking saying, Michael thought desperately. 

Cat rolled her eyes, but still sounded…not like a bitch?  “The laptop would definitely have been long gone if I hadn’t taken the bag.  I couldn’t just leave it there.”

Oh.  That was it.  That had been all she had said. Michael nodded and mumbled his thanks, ready to go…except Cat still held onto the bag. And stopped him with her next words.

“You play Fable a lot?”she asked.

It’s a trap.  She is going to make fun of you, he thought to himself.  Just get your shit and go. His hand was also still on HIS bag.  That she was not letting go of, for some reason.

“Yeah, I like it a lot.” 

Oh, how riveting.  That will make her swoon! Old Michael chimed in. 

“Really?” Cat responded.  Her tone wasn’t mocking.  It was…interested?  “I like it too but it feels unfinished, somehow.  I wish they would release Fallout 3 for these new consoles already, I bet it would be 1000 times better than this crap that Lionhead put out.”

Michael nodded.  She liked Fallout? She was impatient for the release?? Ask her to go with you to the midnight release next year!!! Ask her ask her ask her ask- No.  Shut up.  Be normal, for once in your life, be normal and chill about something. 

“-able doesn’t feel like it’s TRULY a good rpg, where you can do whatever you want, you know?  You can only go in one direction and can’t put off the main quest at all.”

She was still talking about Fable.  She was still talking about video games, something they both liked, something they had in common.

This is your chance, you know. Old Michael piped in.  Did any of those other people ever show even the slightest interest in the stuff you were into?  Ever? Ask her out!

“Ok,” Michael began. “I see your point, but the mechanics of the game aren’t the star so much as the incredible story and character designs-” 

While he continued to go on a tangent of Fable’s good qualities to Cat, trying his best not to sound too rant-y, Michael frantically gave the idea of asking her out some thought…

What if she said no? Hm what if she says yes? 

It’s stupid. The release for Fallout 3 is next year.  No, not even.  It’s October of that year, so…over a year away!  Almost two fucking years! What kind of weirdo would ask someone on a date almost two years from now?! Plus, she isn’t even into me.  She just likes video games, like any other person.  

Why is she still holding onto your bag, then? Old Michael thought smugly.  Why did she write that little note on your bagel? Why did she remember your name? Why-

All right, all right.  

“Right, so…want to come? To the midnight release for it?  For Fallout 3?” Michael asked, throwing all caution to the wind and swallowing his preemptive rejection rage that already was bubbling up.

“For Fallout?” Cat said, still holding onto the bag. “Which store you going to?” 

“Target.” Please say yes.  I don’t even know you and I know it’s weird to ask you somewhere practically two years from now but PLEASE SAy YES, Michael thought.

“Mm, nah.” Cat, said, letting go of the bag to dig in her bookbag.

Shit. 

Michael’s chest began to hurt, the hand holding his bag falling limply to his side.  He could feel his eyes begin to water.  She was just like the rest of them. Pathetic.  So pathe-

“You should come with me to Game on Queen Street, they always price cut!” Cat said, whipping out her blackberry. “Whatever price we show them for the game, they’ll shave 5 off it!  I mean, it’s not much but I’ll take what I can get! Here, put your number in.”

On sheer autopilot, Michael put his number in.  He felt ashamed the entire time, having choked back a scathing insult at the last minute before Cat had shoved her phone at him.

“Are you ok?” Cat took her phone back, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I’m fine! It’s just-probably something I caught the other day, I can already feel the sniffles coming on and whatnot.  It’s nothing!” Michael babbled.

It cannot be this easy, Michael thought.  It’s been this easy the entire time?  Hanging out with a girl?  Talking to her?  Making plans?  Why did Oliver never like him when they had so much in common?

Holy shit, forget about fucking Oliver! You have a date with your future wife! Old Michael practically screeched. Jesus fucking Christ, you are desperate. Shut the fuck up!! Be Normal!

“You wanna go back to the shop and get another bagel?” Cat asked, putting her books away and sliding on her bookbag. “ We could use my discount, that way-”

“Yeah, let's go.” Michael cut in.  Grabbing her wrist and not waiting for her answer, he turned and began to swiftly move through the library.  He tried not to get excited as Cat uttered a quick ‘cool’ and kept pace with him.  

He also tried not to think about how awkwardly he was holding her hand. Everyone in the library was staring, he saw it in his peripheral.   It had looked so cool in his brain but now everyone could see how his stupid hand around her wrist slightly resembled him holding his limp-no no no no noooo shut up shut up SHUT UP. 

“Blueberry runs out quick.” Michael said, as they both briskly walked.   “I went one time at around this hour instead of my usual time and I had to settle for onion, which is gross as shit.” You’re rambling, Old Michael chided.  She fucking works there, she doesn’t need a play-by-play of bagel supply issues. Let her say something, idiot!  The reason he never noticed her before, it turned out, was that she hadn’t dyed her hair yet.  Cat also began to tell him about her history degree.  Something about the American Gilded age and how she was deep into research of the British Astors or something.  Michael surprisingly found himself not bored.  Were her eyes fucking green?  Oh, fuck, they were green!

They finally saw the shop in the distance.  Right after his anti-onion bagel tirade and her talk of her studies, he set straight into a long-winded verbal onslaught on the statistics of how rare green eyes were.  Micheal thought his heart would fall out of his asshole when Cat adjusted their hands so her fingers were laced with his.  About halfway through the distance, he had cut in when she mentioned her favorite bagel flavor (pineapple) and talked her ear off the rest of the way about his bagel eating method, insisting on its practicality but really prepping her so that she wouldn’t be horrified when she saw him do it and ditch him like fucking Oliver.  She laughed. 

“That’s so L.A. of you.  New York would hate your fucking guts, though.” she said, with a grin.   “Good thing I’m a California girl!  I’d rather deal with horrible traffic and scooped bagels than having to fight rats for sidewalk space.”

Right before they got to the doors, Michael went for it.  “I’m telling people that you’re my girlfriend.”, he said seriously.  She hadn’t run off when he had taken her hand (wrist).  She had noticed the Fable stickers on his computer.  She had remembered his name after one interaction. The American thing was a slight issue but hey, no one was perfect! 

“Cool, because I already told the staff that you were my boyfriend when I took your bag!” Cat responded. “I told them you like to pretend you don’t know me when you get mad and I just play along to pacify you.  It was the only way they were comfortable letting me take your bag!”

Be cool!  Do not fucking freak out! Act fucking normal! Do NOT scare her away! Say something a fucking weirdo would never in a million years say! Old Michael reminded him.

“Let’s go back to my place after and study some calculus.  Your grades in that sound horrendous.” Fucccccck.  You just got yourself a girlfriend and this is the shit you respond with?! Old Michael panicked. 

Cat smirked. “Only if you promise to fuck me into your mattress after.”

Michael stared at her, almost daring her to say she was kidding.  When she didn’t and her gaze briefly dropped to his lips, he abandoned any doubts he had and turned to walk away from the shop, practically dragging Cat with him.  

Cat giggled and adjusted herself to clutch at his arm with both hands, her legs and his in perfect sync as they made their way to Michael’s room.

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“What the fuck?” Felix said to Oliver, pointing. Both were sitting on a bench, relaxing a bit before their next class.

 “Didn’t he go fucking mental at you the first day? Not to be a dick or anything but is she safe with that guy?”  

Oliver followed Felix’s finger and froze.  

He gaped at what he saw:

Michael fucking Gavey, math genius slash freak of nature, walking happily with the pretty American girl who had said no to their bar hopping invite just last week.  It was definitely surprising, but Oliver was now more determined than ever.  If a fucking social reject like Gavey could get what he was after, then someone like himself was sure to have the same luck if he continued to put in the effort.

THE END

#Michael Gavey #Michael Gavey fic #ewanverse #writeblr #Michael Gavey fanfiction #fanfiction #I DID IT I FINISHED IT #*jeb bush voice* please clap #I WAS going to put smut in it but despite some excellent advice i still couldn't do it! #I need to practice more! i really want to write a good fuck one day! #curse my catholic upbringing ugrrrrhhhh #yes this is corny but have you taken into consideration the fact that I DO NOT CARE??? #i live life on the cob baby #and if the only way to improve my writing is by embarrassing myself on this hellsite then so fucking BE IT

[screechingmoonlight]

Fable SMP thoughts about the current arc

Fable SMP has always been a story, to me at least, where no character is completely good or completely evil. Yes we had “villains” in season 1 with Enderian and in season 2 with Perix. But even they aren’t just evil. They are doing what they are doing for a reason and have motivation behind it. Like we have seen with Perix and Ven in “Relapse”. When she and Ven argued she slipped up and said “This is a good thing. I am good for you Enderian”. 

In this coming arc I don’t think we will have a classical and clear villain like we had before. Noone is really “bad”. Both Heyhay and Sherbert have said that their goal is to make us think about who we trust and who we believe. 

This doesn’t mean Enderian is in the wrong or suddenly Fable is in the wrong. Neither of them are. It’s a question about perspective. About who tells the story. For the longest time we only had one side of the story of what happened. Fable side. Now Rae is learning the other side. That doesn’t mean Fable is suddenly evil. We are just learning things we did not know before. 

We are filing in the gabs and it makes sense for Rae to listen to what enderian has to say. Not because he is being corrupted or he suddenly wants contact with her or likes her. This is not a Rae villain arc. No, he still hates her for what she did. This was made very clear in “Her perspective”. The difference is that she now is able to tell her side, fill in gaps and give answers to things Fable will not / has not answered from her side. 

Rae as a character always strived to get answers and to fill in the gaps. To find out what truly happened. So of course he takes the chance he has to get answers and learn more. That is how Rae works. 

Icarus on the other hand only has Fable’s point of view as they do not know that Enderian is telling her side of the story and they are very unlikely to listen to what she has to say as they are tired and do not want anything to do with her. Again. This is not an “Icarus is wrong”. They simply only have one side of the story.

Neither in the story of Fable SMP as a whole nor in the story of the gods is one character the main character or one character entirely good or entirely evil. They all have flaws and mistakes and that makes them who they are and how they are. It rounds them out. It’s who tells the story. 

As the cast tells us whenever there is a big server event, It is important to see all perspectives on it and then make your own opinion.

In the end we will have to see how the story plays out and I am very excited for it 

#fable smp #fsmp #enderian #fable rambles #rae morningstar #icarus morningstar #the story telling in Fable SMP is incredible and amazing

[yukidragon]

Just wondering, in terms of the Sunny Time Crew Show, we know who’s Jack, but who are the other characters and what were their respective roles? Where can we find more information on what the TV show itself was about?

I’m afraid our clues so far are pretty limited. What we’ve been able to scrape together so far is some of the teaser tweets and the artwork Sauce made of the cast, one of which is used for official merchandise.

As always whenever I include some of the official publicly posted artwork for the series, I want to give full credit to Sauce for drawing it. They put a lot of hard work into this and deserve to be credited.

Remember, don’t repost the privately posted images from the SnaccPop Patreon. Let’s give our full support to Sauce and the team where we can, okay?

We know the names of the rest of the cast members thanks to a map of Cloudy Town. There were big, big plans, according to this map.

Starting us off is the star of the show, Sunny Day Jack, the main man himself. Even on the map, his school house is right there at the top, drawing immediate attention. It’s in his signature primary colors, though the print shown is worn with washed out colors.

Luckily, Sauce was kind enough to post a version of the map on their twitter that didn’t go through the aging process. Since the twitter is gone, allow me to show it here.

Directly from the school house is Knackadan Drizzle’s field. Quite the name, huh? It’s a pretty sporty place, fitting for a sports themed clown... or rather a coach themed clown?

While nothing has been confirmed for certain, it looks like Knackadan Drizzle was responsible for the lessons on the show that related to sports, likely also teamwork and cooperation as well. Fittingly, he is colored in shades of green and yellow like his field. I imagine even his green mustache might be something of a nod to the green grass on the field.

The playground isn’t associated with any one person, but right next to it is Daisy Chain Jane’s Joke Shop. Like Jack’s school, the joke shop sports primary colors, similar to Jane’s design.

Now Daisy Chain Jane is a pretty interesting character. Those who remember this post I made about the SunnyTime Town AU might recall that Daisy Chain Jane is a character exclusive to that AU rather than the fictional world of the show.

Then again, Buddy existed in the show as a belt puppet that apparently could talk, so it’s possible that Jane might exist in the show’s canon as well.

My guess is that there were plans to have her character introduced during the next season as Jack’s big sister. After all, the map itself was posted with the caption that there were big plans. Jack’s murder certainly scrapped any future for the SunnyTime Crew Show... at least 40 years ago.

Next we have Rory Rainberry’s Bakery in shades of purple, pink, orange, and red. Some of you might know his actor Jean Laurent, but the character he plays seems to be a lot more wholesome than this candid shot.

As suggested by this picture and the map, Rory is a baker. I’m sure he teaches kids about nutrition, staying healthy, eating sweets in moderation, and maybe a few simple cooking recipes they can do at home like putting peanut butter onto celery.

Finally we have Cloudy-Belle Sue and her white, pink, and pastel blue library. Sadly, we don’t have a picture of her alone, but I suspect that she was in charge of story time with the children, likely using fables to teach important lessons that are outside the scope of the more grounded parts of the show.

Overall, the show seems to have been aimed at young children, teaching life lessons in a way they can digest easily, with cheerful clowns in bright colors acting as both their teachers and friends. CloudyTown was meant to be a place of fun and learning. It’s hard to say for sure what the age range of its target demographic was exactly, but I’m sure we’ll find out in the game’s full release when we get a look into the backstory of the show.

I will point out though for those who might not have caught it - the colors of each character’s locations seem to correspond with the main colors in the characters’ clothes and hair. The main colors of the show, as shown by the logo and at the bottom of the map, seems to make it clear that Jack was always intended to be the main character, no matter what he says that there is no leader of the crew during the interview.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art

[sprout-fics]

I have a curious but maybe a little angst heavy ask. If you don't vibe that's alright no worries.

But what if Soap didn't manage to save Maus? What would O'Connor do? How would the rest of KorTac react? It's the fabled Maus after all - the one they probably suspect has been keeping König off his A game - man's been throwing IRL lol.

I'd love it from König or someone not Maus' perspective if you can - thank you xoxox

I may have answered this before but it's so painful I have to do it again. (Dead Dove, Do Not Eat) (Character death for everyone involved except O'Connor) (Please read at your own discretion)

So Maus gets captured alongside Price. Of course originally O'Connor wanted her dead, but he realizes she can be used to break Price. Price by himself is a hard shell to crack, but he is unwaveringly loyal to his team. There's a special kind of loyalty to Maus in particular with her previously being captured by this same group, not knowing what she did or didn't go through. Despite his resilience in the face of torture he does consider it a responsibility to get Maus out of this if he can, his own safety be damned.

Maus knows this. It's why she resisted capture in the first place, because she knows they'll use her to get to Price, and if they manage to get what they want from Price, they're both dead. If she can escape, Price can hold out long enough for a rescue.

König likely figures this out as well. He knows Price is at the center of this, and that Maus is now just a tool to break the captain. He suggested this to keep Maus alive originally, but now he realizes he's taken her back for a fate worse than death, and perhaps an inevitable death itself.

He has to help her escape, he realizes. If he wants her to survive he has to. So he's forced to make a choice that tests his loyalty. Help her escape, possibly escape with her, or let her be tortured, and likely eventually executed.

and it goes one of two ways. One, they make it out, make it back to the 141, and then return to rescue Price.

The other goes worse.

O'Connor knows König's interest/obsession with Maus. He's smart, likely clocked that König would attempt to help Maus escape, and try to escape with her. When their escape attempt fails, it proves to O'Connor the depths of König's treachery, and he suddenly goes from being an operator to a prisoner alongside Maus and Price.

This is the worst option for Maus.

Maus goes on to be tortured, used as a tool to break price's resolve as he witnesses the brutality forced upon one of his subordinates, one who was previously captured and possibly hid the record of her own torture from him. In addition, O'Connor plays mind games with Price, illudes that König did in fact assault Maus, just as Price feared, and for all he knows it could be happening again. It shatters Price, sends him into a desperate rage and threatens to crack him.

König is forced to witness Maus's slow and inevitable destruction as well. He's forced to see Maus every time she returns to their cell, see new injuries and bruises on her body. He tries to comfort her, and Maus stays strong, tries to fight with everything she has left in her. She knows if she breaks, so will Price, and if she can't make it out, then at least Price should. König sees how hard she fights, tries his best to keep her strong, tries to fight for her every time they come to take her away.

Until Maus doesn't come back.

When she does, she's dead. Shot, right in front of Price, and König didn't even get to say goodbye. Instead he's left cradling her corpse and crying, pleading, broken. A punishment for betraying O'Connor.

Eventually he's taken to a new room, pushed into the darkness where he thinks he's alone.

He isn't. There's Price.

Price launches himself at König with the fatal promise of death by his hands, and König tries to struggle at first. Price hisses threats and accusations, and no matter how König protests Price doesn't believe him. König can't bring himself to kill Price when he's failed to protect Maus, and eventually he surrenders, whispers a final apology before the air stutters from his chest, suffocated by Price's hands.

It's only then that O'Connor reveals the truth to Price, that König loved Maus, that he tried to help her escape, that Maus may have even loved him in return.

He relishes the despair in Price's eyes before the gun fires.

Maybe König saw this all play out in front of his eyes, watched their fates dwindle to nothing in the moment Soap shot at him and Maus tumbled out of his grip. Maybe he saw it in her eyes when his hand caught on her ankle.

Maybe that's why he let her go.

#Literally concerned about posting this #fic: little mouse #Like realistically this is the only way I can see this going sorry!! #Happy ending- 141 rescues Maus König and Price before any of this goes down #THEY'RE ALL FINE THIS IS JUST A VERY DARK AU #Maybe this is way too dark please don't hate me #Literally might take this down i don't even know

[kairiscorner]

Maybe cutesy housewife who plays tennis or a ballerina who invites the the whole spider verse to her very important residual? ( reader x miguel gif both ideas ) 😊

-` ♡ ´- fifteen-love, all my love. — miguel o'hara x tennis player!wife reader

author's note: ok so idk shit about tennis, all ik is that they say 'love', i hope this is any good though !! it is clear my nerd ass is a homebody 😭😭😭

whenever you tie your hair up when you begin to play, miguel always stops to stare at you do it. there's no logical reason as to why he does, his gaze just lingers a while longer than when he catches a glimpse of you and he happens to end up staring at your hair done up in a pretty and simple updo, your lovely neck being exposed and all, making him want to litter down the length of it with lovebites and hickeys from him so everyone knows you're his darling housewife.

miguel loves seeing you wear that tennis skirt you darned and styled up to be more practical and look all so lovely in at the same time. he can't get over how it makes you look so adorable and professional all at the same time.

+ miguel gently smacks your butt and palms it sometimes, he always whispers in your ear if you'd let him do it, though.

every time miguel drops you off to your tennis practices, he always escorts you there personally, in a gentlemanly way that never gets old. you get all flustered whenever he does it, and he feels himself melting under the warmth of your gentle gaze whenever you look up at him and thank him for walking you there, feeling embarrassed that your teammates and friends are watching your husband act all sweet towards you.

he loves it whenever you whisper in his ear all adorably—getting on the tips of your toes to whisper your thanks in his ear, your plush lips brushing over his ear when you do so—only making miguel want to pull you in close and kiss you repeatedly, all lovingly, because how could he not share all his love for his darling little wife?

he doesn't wanna leave you, he'd gladly stay and watch you practice, but duty calls for him; now all miguel wants to do is shower you with so much love and adoration right now through his touches and kisses, not caring what your teammates thought of you two because he can't help but miss you dearly when he's away from you.

when you teach miguel how to play tennis, you get behind him and wrap your smaller, gentler arms around his own bigger and more toned ones—feeling over his hands that are tightly clutching the racket, whose clutching is only getting more and more tight as he feels your soft little hands on his, and as you give him instructions on how to serve... he intentionally messes up so you have to keep holding him like this over, and over, and over again.

if you ever got catcalled by some other players on the field and miguel was there to watch you, he'd personally climb all the way down from the bleachers and confront those assholes. he doesn't care if they didn't know you were married, that you were his wife, he wouldn't stand for you getting catcalled and feeling uncomfortable around people with such lack of respect and decorum for a lovely little lady like you who he loves so, so much.

whenever you win a competition or a tournament, miguel wraps you up in a hug in his arms and hugs you tightly—peppering your lovely face with kisses, praising and complimenting you for working so, so hard—and promising to reward you, make dinner for you or take you out wherever you wanna go, treat you all night long to some sweet loving, loving he's been longing to give you but was too busy until now to finally give all of himself to you, his dearest, talented, hardworking, and cutesy little housewife.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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