#OOOO THE PERSPECTIVE ON THIS LOOK AT THAT HAND

[mayfieldss]

Oooo for Secret santa can I please request a Carmy x fem!reader where he proposes on Christmas?

Our boy is stressed

Carmen was not in any way calm. He was trying to be, but in his mind there were a thousand possible things that could go wrong. He'd never been afraid of the word no—he didn't like it, but he wasn't afraid of it—but today, he was terrified.

He had a ring in his pocket, simple and elegant, picked with the helped of Sugar, and she'd promised Carmen that you would say yes. She said she was sure of it, that nothing was going to go wrong.

You loved him and he loved you. Nothing could break what you had. Except maybe a ring and a question he'd wanted to ask for weeks now. He knew asking you to marry him on Christmas would either make or break the special day, and considering how bad Berzatto Christmas day's had been in the past, Carmen really didn't want anything to make it worse. Like you saying no for example. But maybe, if you said yes he could ignore everything else crashing down around him, because he would have you, and the knowledge that he would get to be your husband.

He'd woken up early that morning and snuck out of bed to prepare the scene, but the more he looked at it, it all seemed too much. Would he scare you off with the roses he'd placed in a vase on the table, or with the gingerbread scented candle he'd lit that morning?

When you woke up though, stepping groggily into the kitchen for coffee, you seemed happy.

"Merry Christmas, Carm." You mumbled as you came in for a good morning kiss. The small peck left him feeling flushed on the cheeks even though it was a common enough occurrence, and when you turned to see the flowers on the table a smile lit up your features.

"For me?" you whispered in delight and Carmen gave you a gentle nod, following you to the flowers with his hand placed softly against your back.

"Only if you want 'em." he jokes, and you grin over your shoulder as you pull one of the roses from the vase, inhaling deeply.

"Thank you." You coax him forward to give him another kiss, showing him just how much you appreciate the gesture. Carmen feels fulfilled for a moment, and the stress leaves him as he digs his fingers into the flesh below your hips. He thinks maybe he can convince you to stay like this the whole day, and you can, together, ignore the madness of Christmas from everyone else's perspectives. But he knows that isn't possible, that you have to go see your family, and then his to keep the peace. The peace is important.

He cooks you breakfast and you eat together, in no rush as the morning drags by, and when Carmy finally convinces you to head to the lounge so he can give you a gift or two, it's almost midday.

"Me first," You say, picking up a gift with "Carmy" written on it in scribbled letters. You hand it to him gently, cautious as if you're afraid he won't like it. He takes it from you just as softly, and you shuffle closer, legs crossed on the couch beside him.

When he opens the gift, its a hand decorated frame, a picture of you and Carmen standing outside the restaurant placed behind the glass. It's simple but it warms his heart, and he reaches out for you, tugging you into his side.

"I love you, baby." he mutters against your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. There's a wide smile on your lips when he pulls back to look at you, and a hopeful glimmer in your eye.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course I like it. I love it."

He hands you a gift, which as you unwrap it, is a pathetic box of heart shaped chocolates, but you smile and thank him anyway, not caring about the gifts at all. He gets from you a denim jacket, new and unique, and finally the time comes for him to face his fears.

"I've got one more thing," He says, clearing his throat nervously, "Well, it's more a question than a thing, I don't know, fuck, you'll see." He can feel the weight of the ring in his pocket and he wonders how he should do this. In the movies they always get down on one knee, hold up the ring like it's a crown waiting to be worn, but to Carmen that doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like you and him.

He sits on the couch facing you, legs crossed and mimicking your position until you're looking at each other in something kind of like a trust exercise. You're grinning as Carmen sits anxious in front of you and the eye contact makes you snort a quiet laugh.

"What is it?" You ask, poking his knee affectionately.

"I uh, fuck." Carmy reaches into his pocket, and now there's no turning back. You're looking at him expectantly, a little nervous yourself with how much anxiety is radiating from his being. When you see the small box in his hand, the navy blue velvet square makes your eyes widen. "I love you. I know I don't say it enough but I do, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, if you'll let me." He opens the box, gently, presenting you with the ring inside. "Will you marry me, baby?" His voice is shaky and he watches as your hands come up to cover your mouth in shock, eyes flickering from the ring in front of you to Carmen's face in disbelief.

"Yes, I'll fucking marry you, oh my god!"

Before Carmen can think of putting the ring on your finger you're leaping into his lap, wrapping him up in the tightest hug ever as you both tumble off the couch from the force of your embrace. He doesn't have time to say anything either, because you're kissing him like a madwoman, you're excitement clear.

"Merry fucking Christmas." Carmy mumbles when he can finally get a word in, holding you tight against his body.

I hope you like it! thanks for joining in the celebration!

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[ace-tiredtimes]

A/N | These are kind all over the place lmao Just some headcanons of younger ASL with a Tired Older Brother that probably needs some therapy lmao (Maybe some reactions of Straw Hats / Whitebeard Crew of finding out they have another brother and meeting) (GIF found on Pinterest)

Pronouns used | Reader is male so He/Him but its in 2nd perspective so You/Your

Pairings used | Platonic ASL x Reader, Platonic Straw Hat x Reader, Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x Reader, Slight Thatch x Reader

ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ?!

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ You were the first kid Garp gave to Dadan, you were around 4 when he dropped you off on the mountain and just left

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Dandan found out quickly that you were low on energy, which she was happy about, so you weren't much trouble

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ However she was worried as she has never seen you sleep, even though you keep reassuring her that you do indeed sleep (Er somewhat)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Now when Ace was introduced to you, he instantly loved you

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ You don't know why and you don't honestly care but he seemed to cling to you, follow you around, and try to prove himself to you

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He would drag you out into the forest and 'teach' you how to hunt the animals there (When in reality you already knew how to but let him do his thing)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ However as he got older he started going out on his own and leaving you be, seeing how much more tired you became (Ofc he still drags you out everyone in a while)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Once he met Sabo, he instantly (like 2 weeks after meeting) brought him home to introduce him to you - he wants his new best friend to meet his cool older brother (Even though he never admits either)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When Sabo met you, he understand why Ace talked so highly about you over the last two weeks

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He could tell you were strong, he could tell you would do anything for your family no matter how much energy it took

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Like Ace, he stuck to you, followed you around, and tried to prove himself to you (Not as much as Ace but still)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They looked like Ducklings to you, A Mother Duck and her Ducklings (You had to admit it was very cute)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When you went to the village, them trying -and failing- to follow you secretly, wanting to see what you do throughout the day they're in the forest

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They will ask for cuddles, discretely, but still

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Like that one time you were laying in your bed eyes closed trying to sleep when your bedroom door opened and in came a whispering Ace and Sabo, they then snuck into your bed -not very quietly- and cuddled up to you and fell asleep

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ And if you said anything about and I mean anything, Ace wouldn't join in these 'Nap Cuddles' for a while (Sabo on the other hand wouldn't care, an embarrassed blush at being caught but still join you)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When Luffy was introduced to you, he was just like the other two, although he doesn't find the need to prove himself to you

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He did sit at the table with you just talking and asking questions for a bit before Ace returned

"So there's another boy living here?"

"Mhm..he's out right now"

"Is there any food here? I'm hungry"

"...Dinner will be served soon I think"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Most of his questions are about food and the 'boy that lives here' but mostly about food

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Now when Ace returned with a Hippo, he was jealous mad to see another boy in the house

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He sat right next to you, a glare on his face as he stared at Luffy

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Dinner was fucking crazy

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ That's all you're going to get about dinner labuogr-

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It really annoyed you how rude Ace was to Luffy, but you didn't say shit. It would pass over eventually (Plus Luffy was persistent to be friends)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Let's skip to the others finding out cause I'm getting lazy lmao

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Let's say Luffy mentioned you right after Alabasta "Oooo! I wonder what Aniki is doing!" Well it was more like he was talking to himself and the crew overheard

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ At first they thought it was about Ace, but Luffy never called Ace 'Aniki'

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ After a few more overheard mentions of this 'Aniki', Nami finally asked who it was

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ And the crew was shook

"ANOTHER BROTHER?!?!"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ While Luffy just laughed with a cheeky smile on his face like he did something (which he kinda did lol)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Chopper was asking questions and Luffy answered with excitement, he loved telling stories about his childhood, especially all the different things you taught him

"And this one-time Y/n kidnapped me from my bed in the middle of the night and left me out in the forest for a whole 3 days telling me that I needed to learn how to survive on my own! It was soooo fun!"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ The crew was shocked, to say the least (again) that you did something like that (in reality you just needed a break from the boy)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They started to think you were this mean, angry monster from all the stories Luffy told lmao

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When they met you, however, they were shocked once more as you look done with life and just wanted to sleep

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Luffy was overjoyed that they found you sailing the ocean in a small boat (Usopp, Chopper, and Nami were shocked that you were even alive as you used a small simple boat, like how?)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They found your tiredness and blunt words hilarious, as you poked and argued playfully and calmly with Luffy

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They saw the similarity between you and Ace tho, you said some similar things he did (they conclude that you were the one that raised him)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Plus Luffy followed you around like a duck when you where aboard

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He even shared some of his food which the crew didn't know was possible

"He always shared his food with me when we were younger! Plus he doesn't eat enough!"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Proceeds to shove food down your throat

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When you had to leave he wouldn't let go of your leg, he just whined and whined saying you shouldn't go and should join his crew

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It took almost all of the crew to get him off lmao

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Now let's go onto Ace and the Whitebeard Pirates (Aka my favorites ghruw-)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ They knew right away-well when the bounties came in and Ace saw Luffy's and Yours

"LOOK ITS MY BROTHERS! IMOUTO AND ANIKI!"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He was shoving the papers into Whitebeard's Face, into Marco's Face, and into Thatch's Face (Everyone wasn't excluded to having a paper shoved in his face however those three got it the most lmao)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Whitebeard just laughed, as he's actually met you before but didn't say anything to Ace about it

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Marco was with Whitebeard at the time too but never actually meet you, you know? He saw a glimpse of you as you talked with Pops but never approached you

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He was kinda excited to be able to see the face of the man Pops was talking to a couple years back but it didn't show on his face at all

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When they found you sailing the Grandline in a tiny boat they were just staring with wide-eyed and mouths touching the floor

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Ace excitedly welcomed you aboard, rambling on and on about what happened over the past couple of years and yadda yadda

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Pops had a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with his sons

"It is good to see you again Y/n"

"You too Pops"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Ace kinda just stared between you and Whitebeard before connecting the dots

"YOU ALREADY KNOW EACHOTHER?!?"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ His reaction was funny lmao he was yelling incoherent words and shit as he freaked out

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Marco simply pushed past him (Almost knocking him over) and introduced himself to you

"I'm Marco, 1st Division Commander"

"Ohhhh you're the Bird Boy Pops was talking about"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He kinda stiffened up as 'Bird Boy' left your mouth, Ace snickering behind him with a hand covering his mouth

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ There was a big party that night with alcohol and cake and everything you could think of

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Thatch was proud to hear that you loved his food and was even blushing when you asked to talk some with you when you left

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Like yes he's been complimented before but damn you look good, your tired and sleepy voice just flustered him

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Thatch may or may not have gained a teeny weeny crush on you (Which Marco teases him about)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ And the nickname 'Baker Boy' hm hm HM he's a puddle on the floor

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Ace would also notice a couple hours into the party and become protective over you, glaring at Thatch every time he got 'too close'

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It was hilarious to watch, like a Chihuahua trying to keep 'the danger' away from its owner

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ You could tell Thatch was catching the case of 'Love sick Puppy' but didn't do anything about it besides the little teases (You found his reactions adorable)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Once you have to leave, Ace and Whitebeard are asking you to join the crew

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Ace was specifically persistent on keeping you here, seeing as he didn't want you to leave and he wanted to protect you from the other love interests or 'Dangers' in his words

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ However you simply shook your head, took the bag of sweets Thatch had prepared for you, and left

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Now when you ran into Sabo -let's say he was on a mission or something- he didn't remember you

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It took a few minutes for you to figure this out and he wasn't just joking around

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It broke your heart, it did but you just brushed him off, saying you thought he was someone else, which he understood somewhat

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ However when you met again and he did remember you, he felt absolutely horrible for forgetting (He also remembered the time you approached him and he didn't remember you, he remembered your eyes and how hurt you looked)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He instantly asked Dragon if he could go searching for you, he wanted to apologize and hug you (He really missed your soft, tired hugs)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ After begging and pleading, he finally was able to leave for a week but that's it and he left right away, only packing a few necessities

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ After about 5 days, he finally found you on an island with a small village (He wasn't paying attention to what the island was called)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Once he spotted you he fucking bolted towards you tears streaming down his face

"I'm so fucking sorry I'm so sorry I can't believe I-"

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He wouldn't stop apologizing and clinging to you and it surprised you, seeing as you didn't expect it

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ You guys spent the next 2 days talking, catching up, and you comforting Sabo

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ He clung to you throughout the two days, whether it be on your arm or waist (Platonic Cuddles at the hotel room you had)

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It was an emotional meeting and emotional hang out for the next 2 days

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ But you two did go shopping right before he had to go back

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ Here is one story about you and child ASL

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ There was this one time Ace and Luffy dragged you out into the forest at the ass crack of dawn just to show you the tree house and flag they made

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When you saw it a smile was instantly on your face as you spotted a small sideways Z in the background of the flag, it looked more like a zigzag than anything but Luffy had excitedly explained it to you

"You're gonna be the First Mate of this Crew! And I'm gonna be the Captain!" -Luffy

"Nu huh! I'm gonna be the Captian!" -Ace

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It went back and forth for the next few hours and it got so annoying for you that you took Sabo and quietly left the treehouse to just walk around the quiet forest

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ When they noticed you and Sabo were gone they instantly rushed out of the treehouse and into the forest, yelling for you lmao

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ And that's all I'm going to do I'm tired-

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[dribs-and-drabbles]

Dead Friend Forever ep 8

I had started a re-watch of eps 1-4 - I got half way through ep 1 over breakfast this morning - but I came home tonight to a message from @kayatoasted which implied that I should finish catching up with the eps before I do my re-watch. So, here goes!

Let's see how Non can fuck his life up even more!

I like Tee's shirt, it's not one I've seen before and I want to see it again.

I wonder why we haven't seen any of the repercussions for the tutor because of the leaked video...

Am I supposed to recognise that man who walked out of the Tee's Uncle's place when Khun Keng sat down?

He was not being subtle at all. No wonder they went after him...but running him down is a bit of an extreme reaction to someone just looking a bit shifty in their food stall.

Ok so Khun Keng is dead.

Wow this is really hard to watch. Poor Non. Not only is he second/youngest child but he has to live up to his older brother who's doing well, and Non just keeps fucking up. And both parents should take equal responsibility not just blame the other.

I'm wondering if we're going to be seeing Non without his medication...

'JRPP' posted the video (What if it was Non? What if Non has split personalities? But then how would he have gotten the video from Jin? 🤔)

So Tee kind of has a conscience...he's an ass to Non but doesn't want him killed.

Non has snapped, obviously, but I wonder how much of that is to do with him not taking his medication. I'm leaning more towards it being for a mental illness and this is all really exacerbating it. I love unhinged Non though.

It is funny how Jin and tee have reversed roles... And that framing was delicious - Jin trapped in the situation.

Another BANGER of a t-shirt for Non - 'We all get lost sometimes' - that's both metaphorical and physical isn't it? 😂

And oooo is that the knife he's putting his that bag?

I loved the contrast between the first episode - when they arrive at the house they sound pleasantly surprised it's not that far/long but now they're moaning about how long it took to get there. PERSPECTIVE.

Oh and that water is going to be spiked, isn't it?

🤣 I'm actually laughing at their very real fear of Non. I can't see how it's going to end but this is brilliant! Yes! they all get to hear how awful Tee is 👏🏽

Damn, Fluke, I want to shake him - 'I have no part in this', when his passiveness is actually a choice to allow the bad things to happen to Non, therefore he absolutely does have a hand in it.

I love that Non's dad, who has been accused by Non's mum of caring too much for Non, is in a dark blue shirt showing his support, and Non's mum, who has been accused by Non's dad of not caring enough, is in the cream top.

And Phee is also in a dark blue shirt! And he's still wearing the red bracelet! DELICIOUS! So he still cares about Non...and I think he will be avenging Non in the future.

Love the parallel of making Jin drink the beer and making him drink the alcohol in the first ep. I don't know why Jin sticks with them when he clearly doesn't like them or agree with what they do...and yet he's still there in the future. But also, maybe this is why he's going abroad. To get away from them.

I also love the ambiguity of whether Tee's uncle killed Non or not, and that Tee really wants to know.

Oh is that watch Khun Keng's that Tee's uncle is wearing?

Yay! Phee's still in blue!

Ohhhh what if everything in the future is more about Tee's uncle and Phee's father?! So Phee gets in with that group because of Tee and wanting to help his dad somehow to get Tee's uncle and in the process discovering what happened to Non and avenge him...? That's a long-ass ploy because the future events are at least 2 years after what we're seeing now...

Oh poor Phee. Yes! avenge your pookie!

WHAT. WAS. THAT?! Is that Tan maybe?!

In my ep 1 rewatch, I was wondering about how Phee and Tan got to know the group and wondered if they (Phee and Tan) knew each other before and both transferred together with a purpose in mind...and now after that trailer for ep 9 I'm leaning more towards exactly that. One thing I am a bit confused about though is that the way Non's mum talks implies that she doesn't work but the first time we saw her she had on what looked like a police uniform, no?

#dead friend forever #NO SPOILERS PLEASE! #I'm nearly caught up!...but then I'll continue my eps 1-4 rewatch #that was a lot of rambling thoughts #ep 7 was still the best ep so far

[no-see-um-incorrect]

New buddy 

All characters belong to Yuurivoice  

(featuring Seth singing Noah Kahan 🥰)

The trail was unmarked. You’d have to not be afraid of getting a little dirty just to find it. Seth found this trail when he was little.  and as far as he knew, it was only occupied by his footprints. 

Every Wednesday 5:00PM he walks the trail. Does cleanup. his little personal slice of serenity. 

“🎶I am remembering I promised to forget you now🎶 but it’s raining, and I’m calling drunk🎶 and my medicine is drowning your perspective out🎶”

*Meow meow meow*

“🎶so I ain’t taken any fault🎶 am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?🎶 I doubt it, forget about it, whatever🎶”

*Meow mrow mow*

“🎶it’s all the same,anyways🎶 I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown🎶 in the name of someone I no longer know🎶”

His singing turns to a whistle as the song continues to play on his radio. He starts Clearing the path of fallen tree branches and overgrown brush. 

“🎶traffic lights and a transmitter radio🎶”

“🎶I don’t like it when they threw me in the car🎶 I gave your name is my emergency phone call🎶 honey, it rang and, rang🎶Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. I dial Drunk, i’ll die drunk, i’d die for yo-WHOA”

Seth tripped and fell. A small tree had fallen in the path.

“Son of a-..where did that come from?!”

He looked around in confusion. He trimmed up the path regularly. so this wouldn’t happen.  Seth takes off his jacket and drapes it over the tree. he knelt down on the ground and started rifling through his backpack.

“it’s a small enough tree that I might be able to  cut it into smaller pieces with Betty….”

*Prrrrr~ prrrrr~ prrrrrow*

“Ok let me ju-“

Seth looks up from his backpack and sees a small orange kitten curled up on his jacket. The kitten looks at Seth.

“Mrow!”

“Oh My God”

He moves slowly as to not startle the kitten. The kitten sat up and looked at Seth. To his surprise the kitten wasn’t afraid. It looked at Seth the way a dog looks at its reflection.

Seth holds his hand up to the kitten for it to sniff.

“where’s your mama little one?”

The kitten looked towards the darkening forest, and then back at Seth

“Yea mine too” he softly pet its ears as the kitten prred to the Touch

Seth cupped his hands. Gesturing for the kitten to climb in. The kitten playfully pawed at his fingers before climbing in. Seth puts on his jacket. And puts the kitten on his shoulder.

“Ya know. A wise man once said Family doesn’t end in blood….so yea our Mom’s might not be here but. We have our own home to go to”

The kitten snuggles its face against Seth’s jaw.

“yea….you’re coming home with me”

“Man you’re gonna love Al and sugar….I swear when it comes to them I’m like moth man to traffic lights”

They keep walking.

“🎶county line, i’m counting down🎶 mailboxes until my house🎶*meow*🎶this place had a h-*chuckles*eartbeat in its Day🎶Vail bought the mountains and nothing was the same🎶*meow MeOw* Oh your a Noah Kahan fan ain’t ya lit-…..you need a name? Don’t ya?”

“Mow row?” It tilted its head in confusion 

“well, I can’t just keep calling you little one forever…..Let’s see….”

After around 30 minutes, he exits the trail and gets to his motorcycle  setting the little kitten on the seat,  the kitten starts pawing and playing with Seth’s hands 

“oooO you’re a fighter ain’t ya?……*click!* How bout Rocky. Yea like Rocky balboa. You like that little guy *Meow!* all right!….um how are we going to get home?”

Seth’s motorcycle was fit for 2…..people…Rocky…was a cat

“We’ll it’s about a 30 minute walk to Al’s place….it IS a pretty nice evening……I’m sure Sugar an Alphonse won’t mind if I’m a little late for dinner….”

30 minutes later

“……Hey Boo….you seeing this?…”

 Sugarboo walks over to the window next to Alphonse

“Is…is that Seth walking his motorcycle?”

Seth walking his motorcycle holding the handlebars. seemingly talking to himself. Sugarboo and Alphonse make their way outside.

“hey guys! sorry I’m a little late I got….well a little sidetracked. And I had to stop at the store for a few things…..”

Seth grabs the plastic grocery bag off the back of his bike and turns around 

“I um….ran into someone”

He turns around, revealing the small kitten in his hands.

“holy fuck it’s a kitten!”

“sugar Alphonse I’d like you to meet my new little buddy this…..is Rocky!”

“meow!”

“that’s…..that’s fucking adorable”

Sugarboo bounce up and down on their tiptoes.

“can I hold him Seth. please?!”

“yeah you can sugar….just be gentle”

 I never really know how to end these things 

You already know that Seth bought a harness and leash for this cat it goes everywhere with him and loves every second of it.

Moral of the story, family is who choose, and it can be found in the most unexpected places 

I apologize if I misspelled  anything 

#Spotify #this was cheesy I apologize #yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #Yuurivoice fic #I am a Seth kin and I’m proud

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S2Ep3

What a cheery place, very Ninth-coded all them bones

Giants!!!

I love, by the way, that you can actually see stuff when it's night in the show. I wish shows now would do that...

"I hate when you go cryptic on me..." Cryptic wife is amazing tho

OH SHIT ONE IS ALIVE, APPROACHING

I love how they use perspective. Camera angles and forced perspective. So smart.

Who is Gareth?

"I understand a man's soul can be poisoned by hatred"

"You know, you think she'd mention that her friend was taller than most pine trees"

URGH FFS SOLDIER BOY

XENAAAA

And Gabrielle obviously also skilleddd

NO GABRIELLE!!!

"Thanks for the hospitality..." :|

Goliath??? OH IS THIS DAVID AND GOLIATH?

Fairly sure the boy is called David.

"It's a sling" OOOO

Oh they do not like him.

AHAHAHA GABRIELLE STEALING FOOD

"You wouldn't understand" Oh he's such a #I'mNotLikeOtherBoys guy....

"I owe you my life, not the lives of others"

Gabrielle, don't. Please.

Xena's gonna save em

She's like GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND

Dayum she just picked that wheel up and yeeted.

Xena mounting that horse? And Gabrielle sitses behind herrrr

"Maybe my friendship with Xena is more important" AAAH

A SKULL (TLT reference? Is this our friend SEX PAL!?? 😭)

Gabrielle is like :c

Please, just resolve this PEACEFULLY

Stands brooding by the window as a storm rages

👀 IS GABRIELLE'S HAND ON THE SMALL OF HER BACK!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

THEY HOLD HANDS

HAND SHOTS. LOOK AT THE HANDS. THE SQUEEZE. HELLO!???? 👀

Not to be a lesbian, but HANDS. THEY'RE SO

Noooo, I don't want them to fight :(((

Shfhdh he has a helmet, lol. I shouldn't laugh, but this is kinda funny

Wow they're SO bad at everything sjfjdhs

Gabrielle is amazing. I keep saying this.

"Come out, Xena" I'm gay

NOT SALT OMFG. HE'S NOT A GIANT SLUG!!!

Thingy is dead. King's son. Ah well.

Ok. You NotLikeOtherBoys... I really don't like him. Sorey but I'm siding with Goliath 😅

"Do you think your wife would like you to hurt innocent people?"

Istg I left fucking Catholic church for a REASON I don't wanna hear that stuff in my shows actually...

Nooo, Goliath...

The sun?

NOOOO... I hope he doesn't DIE

Xena's sad face :(

OMG HIS EYE IS BLEEDING

I hope he gets to be happy with his family :(

Ngl I think this was my least favourite episode so far... Maybe it's my religious trauma, but I really did NOT enjoy this ep... Which is a shame :/

#ah well. One episode I didn't enjoy isn't that bad. I'll just know to skip it on a rewatch #v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

[sentientgolfball]

1, 3, 15, 27! :D

Ok first off I want you to know the moment you sent this the fire alarm in my dorm went off lmao I’m currently outside

1. What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

I’d saaaaay a handful of my high school teachers cause they were cool and made me feel safe and I wanted to be that and now I’m studying to become a history teacher. I wanna be that person that’s there for those kids that are absolutely going through who just need a trusted adult in their life ya know?

My 3 closest friends by a long shot. We’ve all been friends for basically our whole lives and growing up with them allowed me to be able to put a lot of things into perspective. Also to quote my therapist “I love your friends and just how supportive you are of each other”

And this is gonna sound lame as hell but fandom. Just like in general. The internet was always a way for me to escape all the shit that was happening to me irl and discovering fandoms and being in these communities since I was a wee lad has always just like idk made me feel safe and seen :3

3. 3 films you could watch and never get bored

*looks at my HTTYD tattoo*

You’re never gonna believe my answer. Ok HTTYD 2 specifically that is one I could always watch

Song of the Sea is another one I just love the animation oooo

The Phantom of the Opera movie it’s literally my fav musical ever and I was lucky enough to see it on Broadway before it got taken off so by default it goes here

15. What do you think of when you hear the word home?

The people closest to me who make me feel safe and I never feel like I have to be someone else around them :3

27. Any nicknames

My nickname from my friends is Brock because my freshman year of high school for one of our spirit week days I dressed as a frat boy and got called Brock as a joke and it just stuck

It’s always really funny when I meet friends they’ve picked up at their schools because they call me Brock too and then I introduce myself as Rain and they’re SO confused sksnsjnssh

#golfball thoughts #it’s friedrich !

[stewardofningishzida]

Stephen Strange Meta-Fic Sequel — Chapter 18: Grim Grinning Ghosts

Crossover ahoy! Marvel x Disney’s Haunted Mansion. Also, more multiverse bait. ;-) Enjoy!~

TRIGGER WARNING: Scary situations, death mentions, language, just a lil bit of Disney office politics

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Chapter 18: Grim Grinning Ghosts

*After a couple of days, I’m about half-healed.  Still semi-limited in movement, but I can do some basic stuff again.  Wong has asked us each to workshop some ideas for our universe’s Sanctums and the organization of our Order.  So, Trix, Prettywitch, and I are having a meeting in the library to discuss it.*

Me:  So, since we don’t have to work as a shadow organization and the various countries have swarms of cryptids running rampant, we’ll probably have to train legions of new sorcerers to help keep things in-check.  Plus, with people being people, we’ll probably need to work alongside law enforcement to prevent abuse of magic and capture any rogue sorcerers before they can become a major problem.  That last bit, we’ll approach when it comes, I think.  Still, we’ll not only need the main Sanctums, but several smaller, reserve Sanctums to provide backup and house other sorcerers so they can look after their respective regions.

Trix: First things first, though: our version of Kamar-Taj and the Sanctums. We need somewhere of our own first so when we start recruiting, people have a place to go.

*I nod in agreement.*

Prettywitch: Maybe we can pool our money together and start a small ad campaign for recruitment. I mean after what happened recently, people are bound to believe in magic at least a little bit more.

Me:  True.  Once the Sanctums and our version of Kamar-Taj are up and running, we can start recruitment.  What do you think, Tr-

*I pause and look scared for a moment.  There’s also a familiar feeling of nausea washing over me, as though I’m in a dangerous situation in an area filled with spirits.  After a few seconds, I look at Prettywitch and Trix.*

Me (hesitant):  Did either of you feel something just now?

Trix (frowning): I didn’t…

PrettyWitch: I felt something faint. 

Me:  Wanna describe it?  *I don’t want to skew Prettywitch’s perspective and want to know exactly what’s going on.*

Prettywitch: I felt like…a wave of unease washed over me, like I could feel that something was coming.

Me:  Weird.  I felt as though a bunch of distressed souls all just cried out at once…

Trix (concerned): That’s really not good. *She pauses before standing up* Let’s go get Stephen’s opinion on this if something is going on.

Me (shaken):  Yeah…I think he’s in New York.  Let’s head to the Rotunda of Gateways to get over there.

*We get up and use the active portal to the New York Sanctum.  Stephen is currently watching the Orb of Agamotto, looking perplexed.*

Trix: Hey Stephen, we think something weird is going on. Something just affected Steward and PrettyWitch.

Stephen (looking up at us):  I sensed it as well.  It’s not in your universe or ours…I’ll have to do some more scanning to pinpoint it.

Clea: Good morning, Stephen… *She’s wearing his Colombia U sweater and rubbing sleep from her eye.*

Stephen (preoccupied):  Good morning.

*Trix glances over at Steward and PrettyWitch and is trying not to make an excited face and play it calm at the fact that it’s finally happening.*

*I’m indifferent, more focused on the matter at hand than the romantic happenings.  Stephen is currently concentrating.  After a few minutes of silence, it seems he has it figured out.*

Stephen:  It’s a distress call, much like the one I had sent out to Wong while I was trapped in your universe.  From universe…Hmmm…196971.

Me:  Do we check it out, then?

Stephen:  …You three DO need mission experience, but I should come along to make sure you stay safe.

Trix: Oooo first official missions in our mastery. *She’s smiling despite the internal worry.*

Prettywitch: Oh, I’m down for that!

Me:  Looks like we have to gear up.  Oh.  Hi, Clea, by the way.  *I’m polite as usual.*

Clea: *She waves.* Hello. So, what’s going on?

Trix: Apparently a distress call from a different universe that we’re going to check out..

Clea: Really? *She smirks.* Stephen, dear, would mind if I tag along?

Stephen:  Actually, Clea, I cannot leave the Sanctum unguarded.  Out of all of the choices I may have, I shall entrust you with this sacred duty.  *He’s sincere, showing his trust in her.*

Clea: *Her eyes turn, starry.* Oh, Stephen! *She smiles playfully and wraps her arms around him.* And to think, I was about to tease you for locking me in here by myself.

*He blushes deeply.*

*I go about my business, letting them have their moment as I quickly open a small portal to grab my gear from.*

Trix (coyly): I’m glad you both get along so well. *She then gets serious before using a small portal to grab her small go-bag.*

*Stephen is still a bit pink in the cheeks.*

Stephen:  Erm…That aside, I’ll open the portal.  Multiversal travel is finicky.  So, I should do it until you three get a better grasp of the technique.

Me:  All right.  Let’s go.

Trix: Ready!

Prettywitch: Let’s do this!

Clea: You girls have fun! *She turns to Stephen, sweetly.* See you later, my love. *She gives a sweet peck on the lips.*

Stephen (awkwardly):  Thank you, dear.

Clea: *Giggles.*You’re welcome. Have fun.

Me (to seemingly nobody in particular):  You there, Ancient One?  *It seems I do check from time to time and I’ve been seen conversing with her and other spirits on occasion.  More of a casual conversation since I figure it’s probably lonely existing as a ghost.  That and I do want her around for help since things do tend to be chaotic around us.*

*The image of The Ancient One flickers into view for a moment before it flickers out again, like static.*

*I relax slightly, knowing she’s there.  It seems that Stephen is a bit calmer too.  At first, I don’t really notice the quick flicker since I’m currently preoccupied with the mission.  Though since I saw The Ancient One there, I assume it’s fine.  Stephen opens the portal and we walk through.*

*It’s a dark and stormy night wherever we have ended up. Dead trees line the old dirt path we stand on which leads to a set of open iron gates.*

Trix: Well, this seems ominous.

Me:  …Did we just land in an old-school horror movie or novel?

PrettyWitch: …Well, at least it’s not the Overlook Hotel…

Stephen:   …Stay close, girls.

*We head up the path towards the gates when a building comes into view. The house looks like a mixture of brand new and ancient. Four white pillars stand imposingly at the entryway like sentries, reaching up two stories. There is a wrap-around porch on both levels of the two outdoor accessible floors. It is all trimmed in an elegant green metal trim that seems rather familiar in style. The plants on the grounds were trimmed to perfection despite the signs that the place seems abandoned.*

Trix (in awe): Oh my god I know where we are.

Me (curling my lip):  Really?  A real Haunted Mansion?  Like the Disney ride?  *I’m amused at the seeming-goofiness of the situation.*

Trix (growing more and more excited): You don’t understand, I know everything about the Mansions. From names of the ghosts to how they designed the wallpaper. This is so incredibly COOL! *This is probably the most excited she has ever admitted being.*

Prettywitch: *Giggles.* It’s nice to see you’re so enthusiastic about this, hun.

Stephen (looking at Trix curiously):  You’re probably the biggest Disney fan out of the three of you, eh?

Trix: I sold my soul to the Mouse years ago. *She pauses for dramatic effect before grinning.* I worked at Disney World for a year and have been a lifelong fan. If there’s anything I know the most about it’s probably Disney and the intricacies of their storytelling through so many different mediums. I always wanted to be a storyteller and it fascinated me. *She starts walking forward again to enter the gates because she wants to investigate despite the fact she would normally be terrified.*

Me:  I’m more of a casual fan.  I appreciate their history and work, but don’t like their business practices much.  I actually boycotted them for a while after they bought Marvel, but seeing as it’s not gonna change anytime soon and I love Marvel, I came crawling back.  Used to live near Disneyland and visited regularly before the Marvel thing.  Then, I stopped for a while.  I eventually resumed visiting, but it takes a while to save up.  They’re super-expensive now.

Trix (She turns back to the group): Yeah, the upper management is absolutely horrible and I have many comments about them, but honestly working for them was my first taste of creating magic. It was as simple as making a little girl smile from a good deed and Disney, at least before the pandemic, usually brought out the good in people and let kindness thrive. Just little acts of kindness were usually the true act of magic in our world before, y’know *She shrugs*

Prettywitch: I love Disney but I fear for the company’s future as well as Marvel’s. Luckily, there’s a shareholders meeting coming up which looks to be a huge ass executive bloodbath. *She smiles maniacally…until she notices her friends staring at her with some genuine concern. Her smile slowly fades.* Too much…?

*I smirk and subtly give her a thumbs-up, indicating that I lowkey support the corporate “dethroning”, as it may be.*

Trix: I’m all for it. I’m for the lower branches of the tree, the people who actually make the magic. Not counting the money.

Me:  Yes, please.  They deserve far better than they get.

Trix:…we could absolutely try and get away with creating our own magic getaway vacation spot to fund our Order… *She grins, bringing up the previous conversation.*

*Stephen’s been listening to all of this and silently agrees to most of it.  Though when it comes to the “magical getaway”, he raises an eyebrow dubiously.*

Me:  Yessss...As long as we make sure that the workers are all treated well, paid decently, and have good benefits in the long-run.  *I notice Stephen’s face and quickly change the subject.*  Anyway, we should keep going.  Wanna lead the way, Trix?

*With a salute, Trix continues leading the way up to the gates. It is exactly the same as the parks but seems…off. She steps through.*

Me (smartass as I get ready to walk through the gate):  Maybe they’re just having a problem with their Doombug-*I shudder as I pass through, going pale.  Sweat begins to bead on my face and I look sick.  My aura also seems diminished.*  Eugh…What IS this?

*Stephen follows closely and goes to check on me.*

Stephen:  What’s wrong?  

Me:  I feel weaker and nauseous.  It’s kinda muggy here, right?  

Stephen:  A bit, but let me see.  *He feels my forehead and checks a few things.  Whatever this is, it isn’t from germs.  He makes a disconcerted noise.*    

PrettyWitch: What’s wrong? *When he doesn’t answer her, she crosses the threshold and feels that same, faint feeling she did before. She ignores it though.* Stephen, what’s wrong with Steward?

Stephen:  There’s something about the energy of this place affecting her.  I should get her out of here.

*As he says that, the iron gates snap shut behind us.*

Prettywitch: Shit!

Stephen:  We can still get out.  Here.  *He uses his Sling Ring to attempt to make a portal.*

*There are a few sparks, but the attempt fails.*

Stephen (irritated):  Shit, not again…

Trix (frowning): There was a distress signal, though. This could be related to that…

*Prettywitch pulls out her tarot deck and asks the cards what kind of spirit it is that they’re up against. She pulls The Moon, inverted.*

Prettywitch: *She sees the card and, knowing it’s meaning, shudders.* Oh, we’re fucked, aren’t we?

Me (deadpan):  So, it was a trap.  Wonderful.

Trix: I guess we just have to keep going then. *She’s more cautious now, but something doesn’t seem right about this.*

*The group walks up to the porch before heading up the stairs to the front door. Trix reaches for the handle but it opens on its own.*

Trix: That figures.

*Stephen steps defensively up front.*

Stephen:  I’ll take a look first, girls.

*The entryway is almost lackluster as it appears normal at first glance. Gunmetal colored patterned wallpaper and rich wood accents tastefully highlight the cobweb-filled chandelier in the center of the room. It seems to be lit with actual candles and yet there is no sign of life in the room. There is a small table near the front door that holds a vase of dead roses.*

*There are two doorways across from him: one directly in front of him and one to the wall on his left. On the right wall, there is a fireplace with glowing embers still in the hearth. The most curious thing, however, is a painted portrait of what seems to be Stephen himself above the fireplace.*

*Since we see him looking around and unharmed after a while, we follow him in.  I look up and notice the portrait.*

Me:  Interesting choice in location, there, Alternate-Stephen…

Trix: So we’re probably dealing with another version of Stephen then. Great. *She looks over at our Stephen* Sorry, but our track record with other you’s doesn’t seem to be the best. At least at first and that’s not counting the ones we know exist from our media.

Stephen:  No offense taken.

*I creep slightly closer to him to both keep an eye on him, but also now there’s a chill in the air.  His Cloak subtly wraps around me.*

Prettywitch: Let me see if I can figure out which pathway to take.  *She cleanses her tarot deck and decides to use a simple, one card spread, asking the cards if the right passageway is safe? She pulls The Chariot.* Hmmm. Apparently, the right passageway is safe, according to the cards. Let’s just hope they’re right.

Trix (curious): Let’s go then. I think I have an idea of what might show up…

Prettywitch: *She nods.* Yeah, me too…

Me:  Mm’kay.  *I go along with it, conserving my energy.  I figure I’ll need it.  In addition, I’m semi-meditating while still paying attention so I can keep a level head to assess the situation.*

*They head in through the door opposite of where they entered. The room they enter into is a dead end. It is an octagonal room that is rather small, about the same size of the foyer they were just in. Dark wood paneling reaches up about eight feet high on all of the walls and at each intersection of the walls, a wooden gargoyle is perched, each holding a lit candle in each hand. They peer down menacingly at the group.  Above the paneling is striped wallpaper in reds, yellows, and greens.*

*On every other wall there is a painting. One features a young brunette woman in a pink ballet outfit with a pink parasol. The next, a gruff looking man in a bowler hat with his arms crossed in frustration. After that, an old woman with her grey hair pulled up in a bun, a maroon shawl was held on her shoulders by a cameo brooch, and she held a red rose in her hands. Finally, the last painting was of an official-looking bald man standing proudly holding one edge of his black jacket with a red sash underneath and he held documents in his other hand. As we fully enter the room, the door shuts behind us with a click and it seemingly melts into the wall.*

Me (turning to look at the disappearing door):  Hmmm…Should’ve known this version would have an extra trick up its sleeve.  

Trix (confused): But there’s something missing…where’s the Ghost Host?

*I shrug.*

PrettyWitch: Uhhh…Beats me.

Stephen:  The Ghost Host?  So, this theme park of yours had gimmicky rides that looked like this and had some sort of narrator?

Trix: Yes, he was the narrator of the ride. *As she speaks, the walls begin their metamorphosis, the paintings stretching and revealing their full images* See, this is The haunted house people think of in our universe when they think of a haunted house. Like this same exact effect happens and it’s this whole history of it taking a decade to build but the thing is, this place is acting just like the ride, but what happened to the host? 

*The room has stretched to its full length. The lights flicker out and the ceiling is revealed to have disappeared and a corpse hangs from the rafters, illuminated by a lightning strike outside before the lights come on again and the ceiling is back to normal.* 

Trix: See, that’s supposed to be his body which is clearly still there…and is horrifying now because it’s actually real here, but something is wrong.

Me (unperturbed, accustomed to being around the dead):  Maybe we have to restore him to his position or something?

Stephen:  The spirits of this place feel weakened.  In turmoil.

PrettyWitch: I mean…possibly? I confess, I don’t know much about The Haunted Mansion, so I’m stumped.

Trix: Basically, we have to keep going until we find Leota’s room. We aren’t supposed to actually see any spirits until she does her spell. She’s a medium and psychic who died and now resides in her crystal ball. That’s who we should try and find. *She turns to the wall that has the painting of the ballerina and knocks on the wall, revealing a door that opens. She turns back to the group and grins* I hoped that would work the same.

Me (realizing something):  Whoa, wait a sec, guys.  *I concentrate for a moment, attempting to sense something…anything.*

Prettywitch: Anything? 

Me (unnerved):  …No.  I can’t even feel The Ancient One or any of the other spirits who were with me.  It’s completely silent.  Can’t see or hear anyone at all…The only thing we have going for us is I don’t detect any soul eaters.  So, they’re not behind this.  Guys…spirit-wise, I’m blind here.

Trix (unnerved): Well that’s terrifying.

Stephen (firm):  We do NOT leave anyone’s line of sight, understood?

*I nod quietly.*

*Trix frowns but nods as well.*

Prettywitch: Agreed. 

*We move forward into the next hallway. It has a wall of paintings on the right hand side while windows cover the wall on the left. Curiously, the paintings seem to be completely normal.*

*Trix frowns.*

Trix: Those aren’t right either. They’re…for lack of a better term, lifeless compared to what they’re supposed to be.

*I scan every once and a while to determine if I can detect ANY remote flicker of spiritual energy.*

Pretywitch: I’m gonna keep an eye out, just in case. *She summons a magic rapier.*

*Stephen keeps a sharp eye out, scanning for traps.*

*We continue forward despite the oddities. There’s a lingering energy in the air, powerful but almost…wrong in a way at the moment. We finally happen upon a stairwell and start to walk up them. It’s only when we’ve been climbing for two minutes with no end in sight and the walls have shifted to darkness that we truly realize what’s going on.*

*I cough wetly, vaporous ichor beginning to flow from my nose and eyes.  I wipe at my mouth with a tissue.  Ectoplasm.*

Stephen (worried):  Whatever is generating this energy, we need to find it quickly.  

*He senses something else…leylines.  There’s a moment of realization dawning in his face.  The energy, the architecture…*

Stephen:  This place isn’t just a haunted mansion, it’s a Sanctum.  Its energy is being catastrophically altered.  That’s why there was a distress signal!  *He isn’t really shouting, but his revelation is obvious.*

Trix (horrified): That’s why there was a portrait of you at the front! You’re the Master of the Sanctum! But how the hell is this a Sanctum? *She goes up a couple steps and watches as her hair suddenly stands on end and she lets out a yelp as she suddenly falls…upwards?*

*The Cloak swoops off of Stephen to stop Trix’s fall.  It returns her to the group.*

Me (garbled from the leaking ectoplasm):  *Blows nose again*  Okay…The gravity here seems to work on Mirror Dimension logic.  We should probably toss something small forward to see which way each gravitational field goes so we can advance safely.

Trix (realization): That’s probably the best solution…but this shouldn’t be in here. This is from the Florida version, not California like the rest of the house is… *She looks over at Stephen.* Each mansion has some similarities but they also have some significant differences as well. This is the mirrored staircase. 

Stephen:  Every Sanctum is unique.  Also, since our universe was slightly different from the visions your universe had of it, perhaps this one is similar.  Regardless, I strongly suspect that whatever is altering this Sanctum’s energy is a powerful relic…One that really shouldn’t have been placed here.  As for the other me…I don’t know where to start.

Prettywitch: Well, maybe the house did something to compromise him.

Trix: He might be trapped in here somewhere.

Me:  Possibly.  I don’t know whether or not I imagined it, but I thought I heard his voice mingled in with the others when I detected that distress call.

Trix: That’s concerning.

Stephen:  I’ll go first.  Levi will help me navigate these stairs.  Follow me when I say it’s safe and the Cloak will help you girls along when needed.  *He steps forward and cautiously begins to negotiate the stairway.*

*It’s slow going, but we cautiously make our way up the stairway. It takes about ten minutes before we finally reach the top. It leads into the beginnings of a hallway.*

PrettyWitch: Okay, which way now?

*My eyes are streaming now.  So, it’s hard for me to see.  Stephen helps guide me.*

Trix: Okay, so if my guess is right, we’re going to be going into the endless hallways. So long as we pick the right path we should be fine. We just need to keep moving. *She glances over at Steward, concerned.*

Me (wiping my eyes):  Trix, you know the most about this place.  You lead.  Everyone link arms so nobody gets separated.  *I blindly reach out to try and find and grasp her with one arm while my other arm stays anchored to Stephen.*

*Trix grabs her arm and links up. Prettywitch does the same but to Stephen so we’re in a chain.*

Trix: Okay, we’ve got this!

*It’s a decently long trek as it seems the Mansion is pretty defensive right now. Occasionally, we will spot a floating candelabra that points us in the correct direction to go. It’s almost ten minutes before we finally make it to a larger hallway filled with identical doors. They are silent.*

Trix (unnerved): I know where we are, it just seems like the ghosts aren’t around. Up ahead as soon as we come across a grandfather clock, the next door should be Leota’s.

Stephen:  The relic should be close by, if Steward’s reaction is any indication.

PrettyWitch: I think you’re right.

*I’m quiet, just trying to get through this now.*

*Trix leads the group down the hallway only to be confused when it leads to a different room entirely.*

Trix (stunned): I absolutely wasn’t expecting this here *she gestures around at the room* but it looks like we found the library. Another room that normally isn’t in this particular mansion.

*There's a nasty hacking sound as I spit up more ectoplasm.  Then, I take in a gulp of air.*

Me (relieved):  Well, at least it’s getting further away from whatever THAT is…*I’m still in bad shape, but I look a little less likely to drop now.*

Prettywitch: *She places her hand on Steward’s shoulder and gives her a smile that says, “You’ll be okay.”* 

Stephen:  How many other rooms do you know of, Trix?

Trix: The other room that might be here that wouldn’t match this mansion would be the music room. Other than that? Leota’s parlor, the ballroom, the attic, and the graveyard. I hope to god that Constance isn’t in the attic…

Stephen:  Who’s Constance?

Trix (wincing): She’s known as The Bride. She had 5 husbands because after each marriage she would- *she mimics slitting her throat*  her current husband before finding another man to marry and move up the social ladder. She has a hatchet and likes to behead people.

Stephen (sarcastic):  Charming.

Trix: I mean her last name is Hatchaway… *She smirks*

Me:  If it comes to that…Wait, let me test something out.  In my physical body, I’m hindered.  Think it might help if I…step out?  

Trix: If this thing is affecting spirits then wouldn’t it, y’know, hit harder?

PrettyWitch: Yeah, I’m with her. Wouldn’t that put you at greater risk?

Me:  Maybe, but I sense that we finally have company…*I look relieved and look in the direction of Leota’s Parlor.*

*Trix looks around at the library longingly before she focuses on the mission.* 

Trix: Let’s get there first before you start exploring because Stephen might actually kill you if you attempt to astral project now and he can dispose of the body easily here.

Me (morbidly amused):  Har har.

Stephen (giving me a look):  Don’t even try it.

Me (shrinking at his glare):  Okay!  Okay!

Prettywitch: Alright, let’s go.

*With one last longing look at the library, Trix leads the way out. They pass through a music room with a piano then the next room is the atrium which seems to be set up for a wake. A coffin is propped up and the normally loud person in there is completely silent. He isn’t pushing up against the nailed lid. Finally, they reach the grandfather clock and the door that leads to Leota’s parlor.*

*I scan again, sensing some promising signatures.  They don’t feel hostile.  So, I reach out.  My energy is still limited, but I give it my best shot.*

Me (in a meditative trance as I reach out to any spirits in the area):  I reach out to the spirits who dwell here as a friend.  I am accompanied by my companions and master.  We mean no harm and seek to help rid this place of the corrupting influence that diminished your presence here.  Please reveal yourselves and we will help you in any way that we can.  *I’m sincere.*

*There’s a considering pause before the door slowly creaks open, allowing us access. After we scurry in, the door closes behind us and we find ourselves staring at a round table with a large crystal ball sitting in the middle of it. Within the crystal ball floats the head of the great Madam Leota who looks astonished to see us, particularly Stephen.*

Leota: I could have sworn the emergency shields went up but how did you three get here? *She becomes annoyed* Stephen, what did you do? You disappear for days and show back up here looking completely different!

Stephen (taken aback):  I think you may have the wrong Stephen.  I was escorting the girls here on a rescue mission.  We received a distress signal from your universe and came to investigate.  The gate on your perimeter sent up a series of wards that cut off our exit.

Me (faintly):  Prettywitch, our Stephen, and I detected the energy signature from here…Also, I’m quite sure that your Stephen’s voice was intermingled with the others when I heard the cry for help.  *Currently, I’m recovering my energy since using my abilities took a lot out of me in this condition.  There is still a little bit of ectoplasm leaking from my eyes, nose, and mouth; but not as severely as before.  I’m unsure how to go about this yet since I suspect that this version of Stephen is still around, but want to apologize for the abrupt announcement to Madam Leota.  Still, I do my best.*

Leota (startled): Oh, apologies. Everything in the Mansion has been upended lately and being effectively trapped again has me on edge. *She squints at Steward.* My dear, you wouldn’t happen to be a medium, would you? *She glances over at PrettyWitch as well and her face brightens.* Oh my, and a psychic as well! It seems the Mansion asked for help from the right people.

Me:  I am.  I’ve gotten into the practice of helping troubled and lost spirits whenever I come across them.

Prettywitch: Yeah. And i’m slowly learning to hone my abilities to see the future.

Leota: A wonderful practice to take on, very respectable. -response to Prettywitch- Once this mess is solved, I simply must see what skills you possess. I would love to pass on skills to the next generation of mediums and psychics. What are your names? And yes, I don’t need your full names. What shall I refer to you as?

Me:  Steward.

PrettyWitch: And I’m Prettywitch.

Leota (smiling): A pleasure to meet you both.*She finally looks over at Trix and Stephen.* I know him, unfortunately, so who might you be, dear?

Trix (slightly nervous): I’m Trix

Stephen (dreading the response, but curious):  Unfortunately?  What did this version of me do?

Leota (deadpan): Agreed to court me. Stephen has been missing for three days.

Me:  Hmm.  The Stephens’ signatures are all rather similar.  Maybe I can “lock on” to it and track him down?

Leota: He said he was going to check up on the wards in the graveyard the last time I saw him. That was when the Mansion began to rebel and started to… *She frowns* it has started to lose its magic.

Stephen:  Do you remember anything happening right before all of this started?  Maybe someone came in who wasn’t supposed to or a relic was misplaced?

*Leota frowns in thought and her crystal ball begins to float around the room as she muses to herself.*

Leota (distractedly): Wong had brought a number of the apprentices from that sorcerer school over with the relics we are meant to protect. *She turns back to the group* We keep safe the items that can easily harm the living *She continues to roam after clarifying* and the sorcerers are still in the process of finding and moving everything. They had been gone for about a day when a few of our regular ghosts disappeared and some of the monitoring spells failed. Then everything began to get worse…

Me:  Harming the living…So, this version of Stephen is…?

*Before Leota can respond, the entire room begins to shake and rattle as if a strong earthquake has hit.*

Trix (started and trying to keep her balance): What’s going on?!

*I reflexively duck under the table and grab Trix to bring her down with me, gesturing for Prettywitch and Stephen to get down too, covering the back of my head and neck until the shaking stops.*

*Stephen checks on all of us and looks around for debris before getting up.*

Stephen:  We need to hurry up and figure this out.  If a Sanctum loses its magic, not only does it bring down a part of Earth’s protective barrier, but it could release a wave of dangerous magical energy from the relics contained within it.

Trix: But what about- *She turns back to Leota but during the earthquake it seems her crystal ball has been shattered and the ghost has disappeared* Oh…oh no.

PrettyWitch: Oh my God! Where did she go!?

Me (quietly):  She’s with me.  Don’t worry.  *I have my hand on some of the shards.*

Trix (concerned): I know we’re on a mission to save the Mansion, but it just feels like this hits…harder since I love this place so much even if I always thought it was just a ride and a labor of love from the imagineers…

Me (gently):  I know.  The good news is, Leota isn’t gone and that crystal ball can be replaced.  It’s not great, but not irreversible.  Now, let’s get our butts in gear to sort this out.  *I’m determined.*

PrettyWitch: Okay. So what should we do in the meantime?

Stephen:  We’ll check the remaining areas for this version of me.  That should solve at least part of the problem.

Trix: She mentioned he was in the graveyard. If we go down to the ballroom, there should be a hearse crashed through the wall that we can use to get out to the back easier.

Me:  Lead the way.

*We carefully make our way out of Leota’s parlor through the other door and down a dark hallway. The floor is covered in additional dust and debris but things seem to be steady for now. It’s not long until we’re on the balcony above the ballroom looking down.*

Trix: We may need to jump down because I don’t know how to get down there otherwise and I don’t want to risk doing a portal in an unstable Sanctum.

Stephen:  I’ll go down first and Levi will help you.

Trix: Works for me! *She smiles weakly at him.*

Prettywitch: Okay.

Me:  Ok.  *I’m still weakened.  So, I don’t want to risk trying and failing to cast a levitation spell to break my fall.*

*Stephen descends down into the empty ballroom before sending Levi up to escort each of us down. Luckily, everything goes to plan. We squeeze past the hearse and into the large graveyard that takes up the entirety of the back part of the property. It is eerily quiet.*

Trix (nervous): I’m almost more scared of this place without the ghosts… *She looks around.* Now we just need to find this Stephen. Luckily I think I have an idea to help. *She crafts a spell and it manifests into a teal butterfly which remains perched on her finger.* A tracking spell but adjusted to look for the Stephen with the same energy as this universe. *She releases the butterfly before turning to the group.* Now we just need to be on our guard.

Stephen (proud of Trix):  Clever girl.

PrettyWitch: I’ll say! That was awesome!

Me:  Nice.  Will do.  *I give Trix a small smile.*

Trix (grinning): Thanks! 

*The butterfly meanders around the graveyard.  After around ten minutes, it lands on a headstone.*

*Stephen goes over to look at it.  He gets an odd look on his face and turns to us.*

Stephen:  Well, Steward, it seems your hunch was correct.

*I wander over and look.  Despite us not knowing this variant, I still feel a bit sad about it.  Though I’m quiet and just gently pat our Stephen’s shoulder in a silent condolence.  Our Stephen knows that I’m subtly trying to comfort both him and myself and looks at me.*

Stephen (reassuringly):  Don’t worry, Steward.  I’m not planning to go anywhere for a while.  

Prettywitch: *She smiles.* Don’t worry, we know.

Trix: So… this Stephen ran the Sanctum then died?

Familiar Voice: Actually, the opposite.

*Rising from his grave is the ghostly image of Stephen Strange. Almost a mirror copy of our Stephen despite there is no recognition in his face other than for his duplicate.*

Ghost Stephen: I see you received the summons, though I was expecting Wong other than someone from a different universe.

Me (focusing on the mission because I’m worried about the potential fall of the Sanctum):  Not sure how it happened either, but do you have any ideas of which relic might be causing this problem?  Madam Leota told us that a group of apprentices left some here before things started going wrong.  *I have Madam Leota’s dormant spirit with me.*

*Ghost Stephen glows brighter for a moment at the mention of Leota before focusing on the problem at hand.*

Ghost Stephen: I had cataloged the relics we were receiving and had gone to visit Leota after her meditation. I was initially going to head out here to check on the residents when something caught the Mansion’s attention in the relic room. I only got a glimpse of it: a silver cylinder of sorts that was just laying on the ground. I couldn’t get closer before the Mansion yanked me out and I haven’t been able to enter again since. I felt incredibly weak after getting close, however, and have been spending time in my grave trying to recharge my energy. 

Trix: I’m glad the Mansion was able to save you.

Prettywitch: Yeah, same. *Internally, she can’t help worrying; this Stephen seems to be having similar reactions to the relic as Steward is.*

Me:  Unfortunately, that relic weakened me and Leota as well.  I’ll release her here where it’s safe so she isn’t subjected to more of that relic’s energy field.  *I do so, her dormant spirit floating forth from my body.*

*Ghost Stephen rushes forward to cradle her up to him, incredibly worried that she is still seemingly asleep.*

Ghost Stephen: We need to get her to her resting space. Come.

*He floats away quickly, clearly expecting us to follow.*

*We follow him.  Meanwhile, our Stephen follows us while silently thinking about what this silver cylinder relic could be.*

*As we reach a small headstone with a copper face that looks like Leota decorating it, Ghost Stephen finally stops and allows Leota to drift out of his arms and into the ground below. He floats there for a moment, in quiet contemplation, before turning back to us with relief clear on his face.

Ghost Stephen: Thank you, for saving Leota. She’s…very special to me and has made my afterlife worth living…other than protecting our reality of course. Is there anything else you need to know? I can tell you the layout of the Mansion-

Trix (interrupting): Oh, I know that. *She blushes when Ghost Stephen stares directly at her.* In my universe this place is actually based on a theme park ride. You weren’t in it but everyone else here was. The house layout is the same at least for the most part.

*Ghost Stephen is clearly intrigued but decides to focus on the situation at hand.*

Ghost Stephen: Anything else? Weapons just in case?

616-Stephen:  How do we access the relic room?  

Ghost Stephen: You need a portal to access it. It’s completely closed off from anyone stumbling across it accidentally. It’s why we were chosen to host them other than Kamar-Taj or the other three sanctums. I can open the portal but it will have to be quick.

Trix (interrupting): Wait, how are you even able to do magic as a ghost?

PrettyWitch: Yeah, that’s a good question.

Me:  Honestly, knowing about this might help.  None of us can make any portals here right now.

Ghost Stephen: Ahhh. The Mansion is reacting the way it was trained to when the relic room is under attack. It restricts portal access first to everyone except the Sanctum Master, then if the attack continues, it shuts down access to the wards and closes everything as a precaution. Some of those relics are intensely horrible and this is supposed to keep thieves or rogue sorcerers from escaping with anything. As for magic… *He smirks* …there are perks to learning necromancy in that it isn’t like the stereotypical meaning of the art. It is using the energy beyond the veil of death in order to do magic. Leota taught me before I died when I was trying to break the curse on the Mansion. It allowed me to continue using the mystic arts despite being in my astral form and eventually just as my soul after death. I have dedicated myself to learning all I can about it so I can train others and keep the art alive without the stigma it carries now.

Me:  If it’s not too much trouble, provided we get things sorted out, would you mind teaching me a bit?  It might help expand my skillset as a medium.

Ghost Stephen (nodding): Of course. Anything to help an apprentice of mine… I’m assuming. *He glances over at 616-Stephen for confirmation*

*616-Stephen nods.*

616-Stephen:  Yes.  The girls are my apprentices.  Our version of Wong also took part of the responsibility by training Trix.

Ghost Stephen: I see. *He looks us over.* And which one of you is Trix?

*Trix perks up and gives a little wave.*

Trix: Hi! That’s me! Honestly, other versions of you have recognized us so I guess we assumed you knew us as well.

PrettyWitch: Yeah. But it is the multiverse, so odds are we’ll run into Stephens who never met our group.

Me:  There was also a bit of a run-in with a different version of you a while back.  Anyway, now that we have the information, any other questions, guys?

Trix: No, not now. Not when we have to keep the Mansion from breaking.

Prettywitch: Oh right! The mansion!

Me:  Then, we should get a move on.  *I turn to Ghost Stephen.*  Could you please open the portal, then?

616-Stephen:  First, you stay here.  That relic was damaging you enough without even being in the same room.

*I give a half-hearted glare, wanting to help more, but knowing he’s right.*

Ghost Stephen: If anything, I can take the time to show you how to start conjuring a spiritual weapon while they’re working. *He summons a rather large two handed spiritual battle axe* It can be handy.

Me:  All right.  *I turn to Trix, Prettywitch, and 616-Stephen.*  PLEASE, be safe and get back here in one piece, okay?

Trix: Got it!

PrettyWitch: Of course.

616-Stephen (with resolve):  We will.

*With that, Ghost Stephen opens a portal. Rather than the usual golden sparks, it is more of an inky teal color with occasional sparks appearing from it. A rather full room awaits us on the other side and 616-Stephen, PrettyWitch, and Trix all quickly step inside before the portal closes once more.*

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616-Stephen:  Okay, a silver cylindrical relic.  Each of us should take one third of the room and start looking, but don’t touch ANYTHING.

Trix (on guard): Got it.

Prettywitch: *Nods.* Right.

*It’s a decently sized room, slightly larger than the foyer of the New York Sanctum. Various relics are on display however they are scattered about the floor, some hanging onto their displays by a thread as the floorboards expand and contract below them. The same could be said for the walls and ceiling. Where it expands, the walls come apart at the seams and only pitch blackness resides beyond. It almost seems like the Mansion is …breathing, or rather wheezing as it is under attack.*

Trix (horrified as she looks around): This is very bad.

Prettywitch: Ummm…Why does it look like the mansion is breathing?

*We turn to Stephen for answers.*

616-Stephen:  Every Sanctum is infused with magic and due to how much energy is present from the spells, relics, and leylines, they tend to gain a “life” of their own.  They often have a rudimentary sentience that grows with age.  *He glances around, looking for any potential leads.  There’s too much energy present in this room for his detection spells to work effectively.*

Prettywitch: *The moment she hears that, she reaches for her deck and cleanses it.* Yeah…I’m just gonna consult the cards on this one. *Once she’s finished, she shuffles the deck again and asks the cards, “In what part of the room is the relic we’re looking for?”. She pulls Judgement (Past), Four of Pentacles (Present), and Five of Wands (Future)* Huh? *She’s not sure what that could mean, at first. Then, she remembers that she too has been sensing the relic. She closes her eyes and feels for it. It takes a few seconds, until she finally feels a mild sense of nausea overcome her. She clasps her head and moans…and opens her eyes. Sure enough, she can see a blue outline signifying the relic.* Hey, guys!? I think I found it!

*Stephen looks at her.*  

616-Stephen:  Lead the way.  *He’s cautious, but hopeful.  It seems he has grown to trust us.*

Prettywitch: *She beams.* You got it, Doc! *She points to a huge pile of nicnacs in the corner where, in the center, she can see the relic’s outline, clear as day.* There it is! Let’s go. *She walks slowly towards the pile and motions them to follow her.*

*As PrettyWitch steps forward, the floorboards underneath her suddenly contract and she is pulled about five feet away from Stephen and Trix while a gaping void in the floor remains.*

Prettywitch: What the fuck!?

Trix (worried): Are you okay?!

Prettywitch: Yeah, I’m alright.

*616-Stephen maintains his balance and uses his Cloak to glide over to Prettywitch.*

616-Stephen:  I’ve got you.  Point me in the right direction and I’ll get the relic out.  You’ve practiced your levitation techniques, right?

Prettywitch: Uh…Not really. *She points ahead.* That pile right in front of us, see the blue outline in the center?

616-Stephen (concerned):  Okay.  Levi, take Prettywitch back to Trix.  

*The Cloak carefully puts Stephen down and grabs Prettywitch, placing her safely next to Trix.  Meanwhile, Stephen heads towards the pile.*

*A glow of light catches his attention. On his right is a mirror covered in various runes and languages. In the right light, the markings almost seem to glow. There’s something about the relic that seems odd and this relic doesn’t exist in his universe so he isn’t quite sure what it does. Meanwhile, the room returns to normal as the floorboards expand again.*

*He can’t help but look as his eye is drawn to the light.  As he glances at the mirror, he notices the runes and engravings.  They’re beyond fascinating and he feels compelled to keep looking.  Stephen’s common sense kicks in and he shakes his head, tearing his eyes away from the mirror, suspicious of the dangerous relic.  Out of an abundance of caution since he knows they have no time to lose, he conjures a sheet and telekinetically drapes it over the mirror to cover it.  With that out of the way, he proceeds forward.*

*Trix and PrettyWitch follow slowly behind him, cautious of the various relics and of the room itself. Suddenly, the floor rumbles again and the room shudders, causing various relics to scatter about, one of which is a crown that falls right into Stephen.*

*By reflex, Stephen catches it, but unfortunately that’s all the Crown needed.  He has an irresistible urge to put it on and as he dons the Crown, he feels all of his worries and concerns melt away into bliss. On the outside, Prettywitch and Trix see the Sorcerer Supreme giggling and clapping his hands like a child.*

Trix: Fuck. *She turns to Prettywitch* You go for the relic so the Mansion doesn’t come crashing down around us and I’ll help Stephen.

Prettywitch: *Nods* Good idea! *She dashes for the relic.*

*Trix creeps forward and carefully maneuvers around some missing parts of the floor before reaching Stephen. A wave of aura tries to influence her but she quickly raises her mental shields and fortifies them, exactly like she did during her trial. Now she just has to get the crown off of Stephen without touching it.*

Trix (overly pleasant): Hey Stephen, whatcha doing?

616-Stephen (giddy):  Hi, Trix!  I feel great!  *He goes over to hug her.*

Trix (wary of the relic but trying to distract): Hey! I just thought of a game we haven’t played before. Want to try it? I don’t know if they have it in your universe. It’s called Simon Says.

616-Stephen (cheery):  Yeah, I’ve heard of it.  Sure!  

Trix: Okay, so the rules are you have to do whatever Simon, which I’m going to be, tells you to do but only if I say Simon Says first, okay?

616-Stephen:  Okay!  *He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world right now.*

*Before Trix can do the first round, another earthquake hits and the room begins to shake again.*

*Prettywitch meanwhile, continues running for the relic before getting hit with another wave of nausea. This one, more intense, like she ate too much chocolate for breakfast. BUt she has no time to be sick and pushes forward. When it becomes too much, she creates a shield that wraps around her body, encasing her in a pink glow, or sorts and walks towards the relic.*

Prettywitch: Alright, let’s end this… *The floor rumbles around her again.* Now…? 

Trix (slightly panicking): Simon Says don’t fall into the void! *The floor has disappeared next to her and she rights herself after a moment of unbalance.*

616-Stephen (oblivious):  Wheeeeee!  *He hops onto a stable set of planks.  The Cloak hovers nearby, concerned.*

Trix (shouting): Simon Says hold your crown above your head! *She’s panicking but trying not to show it*

616-Stephen (blissful):  Okay, but I’m not gonna lose it!~  

*As soon as he obeys and lifts up the Crown, the Cloak quickly yanks it out of his grasp and hurls it into the void.  Stephen lets out a startled yelp and turns, ready to scream at his relic until his eyes refocus and his expression of bliss goes from surprise to betrayal to horror.*

616-Stephen (coming to his senses):  What did I do?!  *The Cloak has resumed its proper place on his shoulders, keeping him steady.*  

Trix (relieved): Oh thank the Vishanti. *She breathes out a sigh of relief and the floor rights itself once again and Trix finds herself next to Stephen and hugs him.* A relic, a crown, landed on you and you just- *she gestures wildly* zoned out and started acting like a kid. Luckily Levi and I managed to trick you into getting the crown vulnerable.

*He accepts the hug from Trix and pats his Cloak in silent thanks to both of them.  Then, he quickly focuses on Prettywitch, watching to make sure she’s okay.*

*The shield seems to be holding well for Prettywitch as she advances, however a relic nearby begins to rattle and begin to move on its own. Trix yelps and rushes over between Prettywitch and the relic as green smokey magic reaches out, catching Trix instead of its intended target. The relic appears to be an old spinning wheel, its wheel now spinning faster and faster as a green glow appears in her eyes. She slowly advances forward with a handle outstretched towards the spindle.*

*Stephen summons the Hand of Hoggoth, grabbing Trix and pulling her back from the spinning wheel, attempting to get her out of range of the dangerous relic.*

Prettywitch: *Growls.* Dammit! We don’t have time for this!- *That’s when it hits her; time! She can stop time and get the relic. She chuckles.* Can’t believe I didn’t think of that sooner. *She goes to form the sealing wand and Time Card…only to remember what Stephen has been trying to teach her and stops. That just leaves her with one question; how can she make time magic her own. She starts snapping while thinking…until looking at her poised fingers gives her an idea. She smirks.* Well, no one will say this ain’t creative.

*Prettywitch taps her foot and snaps her fingers simultaneously. When this happens, the room becomes encased in a gold glow where everything and everyone has frozen in place. Satisfied, she takes a moment to admire her handiwork and turns back to face the relic.*

*Next, Prettywitch calls upon the Crimson Bands of Cyttorakk, mimicking the movements of her mentor as she throws the bands at the relic. She tightens the bands to secure its grasp and, with a quick gesture, she makes the bands bounce back to her with the relic in its tendrils.*

*Her last act is to encase the relic in a protective bubble for now.*

Prettywitch: *Smiling.* Not bad if I do say so myself. *Then she looks around and is reminded that she stopped time, so she taps her foot and snaps her fingers again, resuming time.*

*The room shudders one last time in relief before it finally settles. The heavy aura of distress is finally receding as the Mansion settles after the threat has been contained. Everything is calming down, except for Trix whose mind is still ensnared by the spinning wheel. Her face is blank as she is held by the Hand of Hoggoth, arm attempting to extend still.*

616-Stephen:  Nope.  Not having any of that.  *He maintains the Hand’s Grip and looks at the spinning wheel, using telekinesis to jam a dowel into the spokes, stopping its movements. The glow finally recedes from Trix’s eyes.*

Trix (drowsy): Did we win?

616-Stephen:  Yes.  Now we need to send that thing to this universe’s Wong.  He’ll know how to deal with it.  *He releases Trix when she’s back next to him.*

*Trix wearily turns to PrettyWitch*

Trix: Great job tracking that thing down. What is it anyway?

Prettywitch: This! Uh…I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine. Kinda looks like a Kalidescope, though.

616-Stephen (looking at it):  That’s a flashlight and it’s still on.  Turning it off would probably ensure that it won’t collapse the Sanctum if the bubble breaks.

Trix (baffled): I know it’s a relic, but how the hell did a flashlight manage to do all this?!  *She gestures around the room.*

616-Stephen:  No idea, but if the lockdown spells have lifted, let’s send it to their Kamar-Taj and make sure their Wong turns it off.

*Trix takes the hint and opens a portal to this universe’s Kamar-Taj. It seems to have worked.*

Prettywitch: *She peeks into the portal and sees the grand staircase.* Hello!?...Anyone home!?

*There’s no answer for a moment before 196971-Wong suddenly appears in front of the portal.*

196971 Wong: Who are you and why are you trespassing? *He spots 616-Stephen and blanches. Then he realizes exactly where we are.* What happened?

616-Stephen (coolly):  A misplaced relic almost collapsed this Sanctum.  Your Stephen and the Sanctum sent out a distress call, which we picked up in our universe.  We went in to extract it since that relic’s energy weakened not only your version of Stephen, but all of the other spirits present and the Sanctum itself.

*196971 Wong frowns and invites them into Kamar-Taj, away from the other deadly relics.*

196971 Wong: We have been in the process of connecting the New Orleans Sanctum to the various network wards across the world as it has been a few months since it has become a Sanctum. Unfortunately that means we were too absorbed in our work to realize the danger that was occurring. *He turns to PrettyWitch who has the relic floating next to her.* May I ask what relic caused this?

Prettywitch: Well, to be honest…we were kinda hoping you could tell us that. We don’t have anything like this in either of our worlds, as far as we know.

*196971 Wong raises an eyebrow at 616-Stephen at the ‘worlds’ comment but inspects the relic in the bubble with a frown.*

196971 Wong: We do not have any records to my knowledge of this relic. *He activates some identification spells around the bubble to try and gain more information.* It seems that it should not harm the living. It seems particularly geared towards combating things beyond the veil. We would not have willingly or knowingly brought it to the New Orleans Sanctum.

616-Stephen (unamused):  Precisely.  

196971 Wong (deadpan): We will do research on it of course, and store it properly and investigate how it came to exist in the forbidden relic room.

616-Stephen:  …and hopefully more thoroughly inspect relics before they’re placed into Sanctums to prevent further incidents.

196971 Wong: Naturally. *He eyes 616-Stephen* I’m assuming you became Sorcerer Supreme in your universe?

616-Stephen:  I did, yes.  Also, I had intended to send some new Masters on their first missions to deal with this, but elected to come with them just in case.  It seems that it was the right call.  This relic almost incapacitated one of them, poisoned the other one, and the threatened Sanctum’s relics and reactions nearly killed the four of us.

*Trix nudges 616-Stephen slightly.*

Trix: I know it was a bad move to have all those in there but I think you already explained the severity of what happened. It seems like it was an accident gone wrong…

196971 Wong: No, he’s right to scold me for not doing my due diligence. Our mistake should not have caused visitors to nearly meet their demise and nearly take out our fledgling Sanctum. *He bows to all four of us* I apologize for my actions and the actions of Kamar-Taj. *As he straightens, he frowns.* You mentioned four of you, is your last member alright?

*616-Stephen calms a bit.*

616-Stephen:  She’s still on the New Orleans Sanctum grounds with your Stephen.  While she recovers, your Stephen agreed to teach her some of his techniques.  *He looks at 196971 Wong calmly, clearly having forgiven him.*

PrettyWitch: Oh yeah, what do you want us to do with this relic in the meantime?

196971 Wong: We turn it off and drop it off in the library for cataloging before going to check on Stephen- *He glances at 616-Stephen* -my universe’s Stephen after that. *He comes to a realization.* I must apologize once more. I do not know your names. I am Wong.

*616-Stephen gently nudges Trix and Prettywitch to let them introduce themselves.*

Prettywitch: Oh! I’m Prettywitch.

Trix: I’m Trix! Another version of you actually helped train me. I’m going to eventually be our universe’s librarian since the three of us are actually from a different universe from this Stephen but magic just recently got introduced into our universe! *At this point she’s babbling. It’s been a long day.*

*196971 Wong stares at PrettyWitch and Trix for a moment before nodding with a hum.*

196971 Wong: Nice to meet you. Come. *He leads the group to the library.*

Trix (while walking): So why do you suddenly have an extra Sanctum?

196971 Wong: It was not intended. Stephen was on a mission to the mansion when the cloak pulled me from what I was doing to drag me back there. Stephen was trying to break a curse on the grounds but nearly killed himself on his first attempt. He forgoed treatment in order to stick to the terms of the wager with the party responsible for the curse and managed to break it at the cost of his life. The Mansion was gifted to him and due to its positioning and Stephen’s lack of desire to pass on, we decided that creating a Sanctum focused entirely on the other side of the veil would be advantageous.

616-Stephen:  I see.  It’s a logical conclusion.  *He nods in agreement.  In addition, he privately thinks about the scenario that his counterpart went through with empathy.*

Prettywitch: Yeah, but I wonder if it might be better to have a human sanctum master on the grounds, too. That way, the sanctum doesn’t fall into disarray like it did here.

*They enter the library.*

196971 Wong: We did consider it, however the Mansion is not meant to truly house the living anymore, with one exception. The Groundskeeper is typically on hand just in case. He was also affected by the curse since he was a child and somehow does not need everything we would to survive. Clearly we need another way for him to contact us, just in case.

*We reach a relic containment area and 196971 Wong gestures to Prettywitch.*

Prettywitch: *She holds it out to him.* Here you go.

*He takes the relic, turns it off, and stores it. Then he creates a portal to the graveyard where they left Ghost Stephen and Steward only to find Steward’s body laying in a casket with an old decrepit man about to put the lid on it.*

*616-Stephen freezes in horror.  His heart skips several beats as he goes pale.*

616-Stephen:  What in the name of Ostur happened here?!

*I twitch and let in a gasp of air before sitting bolt-upright in the coffin.  Then, I quickly turn my head to look at the Groundskeeper in shock.*

Me (almost screechy in my flurry of adrenaline):  EXCUSE ME!  I STILL HAVE A PULSE!  

196971 Wong (unamused): We’ve been over this plenty of times, just because someone is unconscious doesn’t mean they’re dead. *Clearly this has happened numerous times before.*

Groundskeeper (rather rattled): I’ve told you that I can handle ghosts but zombies are where I draw the line Master Wong. *He turns to Steward.* Apologies Miss! *He helps her out of the coffin.*

*I look at him, still bug-eyed, before shifting my glance towards the group.*

Me (slowly settling down):  Okay…You’re all okay…Good….*I pause to catch my breath.*

Trix: Some close calls with some relics but nothing we couldn’t handle! *She glances at 616-Stephen.*

616-Stephen:  Yes, we’re fine…*He’s clutching his chest as his heart rate finally starts to go back to normal.*

PrettyWitch: I think the better question is are you okay?

Me:  I’m better.  I’m guessing that the rest of the symptoms lifted once you guys extracted the relic.  Still feeling pretty drained, but I have all of my faculties back.  Plus, quite a bit more.  *I smirk.*

*Ghost Stephen materializes next to Steward.*

Ghost Stephen: I am finally back to full strength and Leota should be waking up soon as well. *He glances over at Steward and smirks as well.* I took the time to show Steward some tricks of the trade, as it were, since there was little else we could do and I would like to help train the next generation of mediums and necromancers. *He turns to PrettyWitch* Leota would absolutely love to talk to you about your psychic abilities. She’s been wanting me to find her an apprentice for ages and though it would only be for a very short time, this would appease her. 

Prettywitch: *She gets starry-eyed.* Really!? *She looks at her Stephen and gives him puppy dog eyes.*

616-Stephen:  Provided that you don’t nearly get buried alive or otherwise, fine.  *He doesn’t want to cheat Prettywitch out of an opportunity to learn.*

Prettywitch: Yes! *She traps her Stephen in a bear hug.* Thank you, Stephen!

616-Stephen:  Ack!  Yes, yes…I want you girls to learn as much as you can and keep an open mind so you can continue to learn throughout your lives.  This is a chance that shouldn’t be passed up.

Trix (hopeful): *She turns to Ghost Stephen* Does this mean I could possibly have permission to look through the library while the specialty training is going on? I’m sure you want to teach Steward some more things too!

Ghost Stephen (amused): Yes, so long as your version of me stays with you. I will chaperone Steward while Leota has PrettyWitch. As much as I love the Mansion, I am fully aware of the dangers it can pose to the living despite it not actively trying to kill anyone anymore. 

196971 Wong: I will begin to personally sort through the relics once more to make sure everything is in order and will not harm anyone else.

Trix (sheepishly): You will be one short. One ended up in the void when the Mansion was falling apart in the relic room…

616-Stephen:  It was a crown of sorts with deleterious mental effects.  

196971 Wong: Ah, yes. The world will not be at a loss with the demise of the Crown of Fools.

Trix (trying not to laugh): The Crown of Fools?

*616-Stephen gives Trix a look.*

196971 Wong: Yes, it was a rather insidious relic. Very tricky to manage. Too bad it…fell in the void. *He gives us a look before opening a portal back to Kamar-Taj.* It was a pleasure to meet you all. *And with that, he closes the portal and the five of us stand there, the Groundskeeper having snuck off while Wong was talking.*

Trix (turning to Stephen with a look): So you’ll chaperone me?

616-Stephen (smoothly):  I will.

*Trix turns back to Ghost Stephen with a grin.*

Trix: Then it’s settled! Special tutoring for all of us!

Ghost Stephen: Let’s get started then.

*We end up spending three days at New Orleans Sanctum, still lovingly referred to as The Mansion by its residents.*

*I learn to summon spirit-based weapons, open portals, and use spells while astral-projecting.  This includes a specialized type of portal for spirits.  I also check on the ghosts who were with me before the incident started.  When I realize they aren’t there, I get worried until Ghost Stephen lets me know that they’re most likely waiting for me in the 616-universe.*

*Prettywitch learns to start channeling psychic energy so that she can not only improve her tarot reading, but that it will allow her to eventually call upon her future vision at will. Leota also was delighted to teach her a number of her original spells from her grimoire.*

*Meanwhile, Trix has been, with Ghost Stephen’s permission, making copies of all of the books in the library so she can peruse everything when she has more time. She picks up certain things here and there and spends her Stephen-mandated breaks dragging 616-Stephen around so she can ask the various residents of the Mansion questions she has always wondered and finally gets to meet the Ghost Host, a lovely man who was originally named Sebastian Gore.*

*616-Stephen keeps an eye on Trix, making sure that she stays safe and takes regular breaks.  He listens to what’s going on and also checks on me and Prettywitch periodically to ensure that there are no further incidents.  Though he does have to drag Trix back to rest for the night a few times.*

*Finally, the time has arrived for us to go back to 616.*

Ghost Stephen: You’re welcome back anytime whether it be for knowledge, visiting for a friendly chat, or to explore the Mansion more. We're always haunting the place. *He smirks. A noticeable difference between the two Stephen’s is Ghost Stephen’s very morbid humor and a deliberate and frequent use of puns.*

Trix (exhausted but smiling): Thank you again! For everything! *She has enchanted at least five bags to hold the entirety of the library for her to bring back.*

Me:  Thank you, Sir.  *I give him a smile.*

PrettyWitch: Yes, thank you.

616-Stephen:  Thank you for your hospitality and sharing your knowledge with us.  We’ll be going now.

Leota (coy): Don’t stay away too long! It’s always a pleasure staring at two Stephen Strange’s.

*As we leave through a portal, Ghost Stephen is both blushing a bright blue while whispering loudly to Leota who grins at us. As the portal closes behind us, we find ourselves back at 616-Kamar-Taj. Exhausted, covered in cobwebs, but alive.*

*I notice that the ghost of The Ancient One has sensed our arrival and she has already appeared at my side.*

Ancient One (appearing to everyone): It seems you have gone on quite the adventure… *She looks Steward up and down before looking at the rest of us.* It’s a shame we didn’t know where you were to know where your new chapter began… *She’s rather formal at the moment.*

*I cringe, recognizing the tone and bow in apology.*

Me (earnest):  My sincere apologies.  I didn’t know that you and the other spirits wouldn’t be able to follow me.  *I stare at the floor.*

*The Ancient One stares at her for a moment before nodding.*

Ancient One: See that it doesn’t happen again. *She stares at Stephen.*

*Stephen withers under her stare.*

Stephen:  I’ll be sure of it.  *He bows as well.*

Ancient One (finally smiling): Good. *She disappears to the group, nodding at Steward as she heads further into Kamar-Taj.*

*I’m quiet.  Meanwhile, the other spirits reform and join me again.  Hearing the conversation of familiar voices in the courtyard, Wong comes out in a huff.*

Wong (growling):  I’ve been scanning for you for four days.  Where have you been?  *It’s clearly anger born of worry.*

Trix (holding up the giant bags): Saved another universe’s Sanctum and I brought you back an entire ghost library! *She grins at him*

*Wong glares at each of us and then his eyes settle on Trix before he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.*

Wong (weary):  While it was a worthwhile endeavor, please for Vishanti’s sake, don’t disappear like that without warning us and leaving some information for us to be able to find you…

Trix: Come on, we can all get tea while we tell you about this ghostly fourth sanctum that got established and how PrettyWitch was a badass and saved the day.

PrettyWitch: *Blushes.* Well, I wouldn’t call myself a badass but yeah, I rocked!!! *Then she remembers something.* Oh yeah! Stephen, we should totally invite Clea to tea! I’m sure she’d love to catch up with us.

Stephen:  Erm…Sure.  *He flushes a bit.  He DID miss her.*

***To be continued***

#doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange #doctor strange meta fic #doctor stephen strange #multi author #dr stephen strange #stephen strange #marvel #wong #haunted mansion #the haunted mansion

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Oooo do you have an outline yet for the events of Sugar Crash Void Bash? Will this also be where Ramon makes his debut? Is Bel being mind controlled? Also what about that other dude Emmanuel?

I actually do!! 😎✨

(here's a link if you all wanna read about some stuff involving SCVB as well!)

• Heck yes, Ramón makes his debut in the first chapter as a teenage boy going to a high schooler specially for stand users 💪✨ The story will mostly follow him and from his perspective, much like Sapphire Heartverse was all from Vanilla's perspective!

• Oh yeah, Bel got into something he really shouldn't have. Around a year before the Sapphire Heartverse takes place, that was when Bel...

Was snooping around in some of Dio's treasures. Xe ended up finding a beautiful crown with a very large diamond in the middle. Bel wanted this diamond so badly, not the crown, but the jewel itself. It was literally calling to him... Bel would carry around that ancient jewel, which slowly influenced xem to do things xe wouldn't normally do. One night, xe made xis own headdress and placed the jewel in the center of it. He wore it and looked in the mirror. That very same night, the jewel had influenced xem to try and slay Dio while he was slumbering in his casket. But luckily Bel was unsuccessful and drove a wooden stake into the palm of Dio's hand instead. Xe wasn't fast enough. Dio saw the jewel upon Bel's head and knew...... All Dio could say was, "Get out". Exiling Bel from the mansion forever.

• Emmanuel Nemesis!! (Or if he was in the anime, he'd be "Eminem" heheheh) Who started as a jo-joke character soon ended up being important to Vanilla's lore as well as the lore to the Sapphire Heartverse in general. Vanilla had no family. He was raised in an orphanage and never adopted... However, in Sugar Crash Void Bash, his cousin Emi tracked him down. Emi started working for Dio for the main reason to find his cousin and try to unite with him. Emi was disowned by the family after an accident was blamed on him... but he's willing to help Vanilla meet his birth parents and track them down using the magic that Dio has. But everything comes with a price...

#ask tippy #sugar crash void bash #sapphire heartverse

[aseuki]

Data Sheet

Tagged by: @humming-fly hii bestie :p

Last Song: well I've been listening to a Playlist while I've been Working on this so I'll hand you Two: started writing to Sleep Walking Orchestra (Bump of Chicken) and ended on Nonsense Bungaku (Eve)! Both are solid imho hahaha. The first is the opening to the Dungeon Meshi anime (very solid and fun show. Oooo you want to watch it so bad) and the 2nd is the Result of me going on an Eve deep dive a couple months back lol

Favorite Color: I'm fond of actually. A Lot of shades of blue tbh! Aquamarine, Peacock Green/Teal, and Indigo are some particular shades that come to mind. I also love Raspberry/Wine red!

Last Book: hmmm let's see the last time I read A Book was Little Thieves by Margaret Owen! It's a retelling of the fairy tale The Goose Girl from the perspective of the maid who stole the princess's identity and its hella good if you like that good good folk fantasy magic!

Last Movie: uhhhHHHHH I Think??? It was Your Name? No wait it was Astro Boy (2009) with a friend of mine because we were reminiscing about nostalgia and realised we both remembered watching and enjoying it but not remembering Anything about the plot lmao. The pacing was like 500 mph but the animation aged pretty darn well! Storywise Defo had potential and I'm always a sucker for taking the sand a story was made of and seeing what kinds of castles could have been built

Last TV Show: Pluto on Netflix. Oh my god. Just watched Ep 6 last night and I'm ready to Not Be Normal (have not been normal since ep 1 but that's besides the point). Defo the kind of show that is to be Savored I Don't recommend binge watching it space out those 8 1 hr long eps so you can properly appreciate and process it. It's good I highly recommend it if you're into a good sci fi fantasy! How many sad dads can a singular mini series have. The answer is Yes

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I tend to prefer Sweet>Savory>Spicy! I Do have A Spice Tolerance to some extent, but if given the choice I tend to prefer it light! (My Sweet tolerance is actually pretty pitiful but that doesn't stop me from eyeing all the pretty cakes and candies LMAO)

Relationship Status: I have Two Hands and I'm using them both for tax fraud >:'D

Last Thing I Googled: 'Shinji in Chair Meme' (searching for a reaction pic to send to a friend wrt ^Pluto)

Current Obsession: in case you haven't guessed already. Not being Normal about Pluto ncsvdjf. I'm also super into Kirby and the My OCs fandom (always rotating my and my buddies' OCs in the cranium condominium all the time all the time)

Looking Forward to: finally digging into and clearing out the sheer Mountain of WIPs I have accumulated :') holiday stressors are now over which means I can get working! (I am sincerely excited bc I've been looking forward to seeing some of them completed for a long long time hahaha) also got some future cosplans in the works! We'll see what comes out of it! 👀

Tagging: well Fly already tagged like 99% of my Tumblr Directory AFSNFDF so if you see this and want to feel included/give it a shot, then go for it and give me an @! I'd love seeing where this goes!

#haven't done these in a while hoooo hello!! #ask meme #aseukitalks

[sco07ut]

oooo you are not immune to miraculous au grimmons angst oooooh

so for the people who haven’t seen miraculous ladybug Or just stopped watching the episodes (based, i completely understand u) ik this scene can seem a bit like simmons is just going off the deep end but technically

technically

neither of them r actually at fault. grif is totally right abt not wanting to take advantage over someone who he Thinks is just a fan (since he doesn’t know simmons is his own superhero partner, Beetle Bordeaux), and although he didn’t exactly handle the situation ideally, he did the right thing. even though he Does have feelings for simmons as grif, simmons isn’t reciprocating them anymore and despite the fact that simmons is seemingly into Calico Cat, it still doesn’t seem entirely right?

on the other hand, simmons does know he’s Calico’s partner and obviously cares about him as more than just an obsessed fan, as far as he’s concerned he’s well within his right to be in love with Calico Cat, at this point they’ve been working together for ages, and to be lead on that far before Calico suddenly shut him down would’ve been pretty nasty.

it could be argued that simmons should’ve realised what the situation looked like from Calico’s perspective, and maybe grif should’ve been more gentle letting him down, but at the same time they are actually both human, and are also lovesick teenagers, they’re not going to get everything right so basically all i’m trying to say is relationships r tricky and nobody in this situation is more at fault than the other

anyway on another note, if you’re a fan of the show you may notice that this scene isn’t entirely canon compliant ! the ending concludes with simmons being akumatised while marinette manages to break free from the akuma’s hold (arguably only because chat noir kissed her but i digress). i wanted this to be a little more angsty so i just had Calico leave instead, and simmons ends up as a temporary villain. if i get the energy i’ll draw the aftermath of that but for now have this 🫶

#rvb #rvb simmons #rvb grif #grimmons #rvb!mlb au

[bonesandthebees]

This part is just going to be about theories as to what could happen and details that I think are neat.

1. Reason behind Tommy's attack: So Tommy's been more skittish and on edge since Wilbur almost murdered him, that is a big given though he's been fairly good at hiding it. He's been carrying a knife around with him so that was a Chekhov's gun, very well played Bee. My best guess is that something happened that caught Tommy off guard (he hasn't been out since the ball, people are constantly pointing that out so I'm assuming it's a mix of him being anxious about almost dying and him being out for the first time in a while), he accidentally slashed Jack who saw it as an attack, maybe he said something before that gives him reason to suspect that that's why he was attacked, I don't know but people are not very logical if they have just been stabbed or otherwise endured bodily harm via knife. We don't know what Jack's exact wounds are so that is my best guess under the assumption that it was a slash of some kind on maybe his leg or something since Niki was helping him up but I'm not dying on this hill. Jack is a smart guy and probably won't jump to 'attempted murder' over one jab and if it was on his leg, it probably wasn't very severe since he would need to run back to the temple.

Basically, I don't fucking know but that is my best guess. My theory is about as solid as swiss cheese.

2. Ponk not giving the bottle of pills out of fear that Wilbur would overdose? Yeah that checks out. Even Niki is afraid of that. I do think that while Wilbur is not actively a suicide threat, he is very unstable and all it takes is one night or moment when he's alone and a sharp downward spiral for him to decide to restart the Pythia cycle. It's a smart move by Ponk but very very sad. But now that Tommy has joined the attempted murderer club, currently populated only by the dude who tried to kill him, I wonder if he's actually going to get those pills. I would hope so but I'm not sure who would get them for him other than like Phil and Techno but they'd be very occupied and I'm unsure if Wilbur would ever think about opening a door for anything when Tommy is in emotional distress and not the Deathlings favourite little guy right now.

Even if Wilbur knows that they wouldn't hurt Tommy, I don't doubt that his protective streak will kick into high gear, maybe to a point that he wouldn't trust anyone around him, especially if Tommy doesn't want to see anyone & in general his reaction to possibly seeing other people once he is out of crowd and back in his room with Wil.

But idk, we will see

3. Shrike symbolism!! I love that Wilbur is like "man, the little birdie in my chest could be a shrike but like, I'm not cool enough for that. I'm just a songbird" but Niki is kind of gently nudging him towards "don't underestimate yourself" while also just making a general statement, at least that's how I see it. But also maybe foreshadowing. Wilbur finally snapping and going sicko mode?? I'm waiting for it. I will not be caught off guard again.

4. Niki and Jack's backstory :((

We get another look at how dogshit and corrupt this country is and we get it from the perspective of someone outside the palace. Someone who first hand experienced the brunt of the corruption and just wahhh. She's being so open and vulnerable as to what happened, it's fucking awful with what's to come. I cannot put into words how distraught this makes me, especially when I was so happy with like 'oh Niki and Techno crumbs!!'. How dare u.

I think I'm done for now though. You'll know if I have anything else to say lmao

Great chapter, I am so nervous about the next chapter and what's going to happen in it.

2/2

- 🦈

oooo interesting theory as to what happened, you'll have to wait and see :)

yeahhhh the bottle of pills thing is probably okay for wilbur right now given he's a lot better than he was doing just a week before, but ponk and niki weren't sure of that. also not gonna say anything else regarding tommy getting painkillers. you'll have to wait and see for the next chapter.

the shrike symbolism was so fun to include i've had that written down for AGES now. niki was definitely trying to nudge him into thinking better of himself, so we'll ahve to wait and see how that progresses

(also just a note bc I don't really know where else I could talk about this, but shrikes are known for impaling their prey sometimes with their beaks. chapter 11, which is when wilbur has his panic attack after slipping up about schlatt, is called 'a beak jammed into a bone' referring to the bird in his chest and how it felt like it 'impaled' his ribcage when that happened :))

niki's backstory gave me a lot of opportunity to flesh out how fucked up the society they live in is. just the corruption that sits at the heart of it all. and yes techno and niki crumbs i love their dynamic <3

tysm for this shark anon!! i've missed seeing you in my inbox i hope you're doing well!!

#ask #shark anon #through a glass divine

[nonchalantee]

Oooh, really cool ask game. I always want to hear more about "not strong or brave" but for this one maybe Perspective Flip for "home with you"?

oooo ok!! let's do chris! tw: ableism

“You would be amazed at how early kids pick it up,” Jenny said to Mom. They didn’t think Chris could hear them, because he was on the other side of the room looking at Jenny’s posters, but he could. “They can be astonishingly sensitive. So it’s important that you do the projection exercises with him rigorously - and if you can get your own shielding to the point where it can cover him, that would also be good.”

“If it’s really such a problem, shouldn’t we be focused on his shielding first?” Mom asked.

“He’s too young to form a true shield. Projection can be protective, and it comes naturally to kids.”

Chris understood very little of what they were saying. He didn’t know the words. But he understood the emotions: Jenny, insistent and firm. Mom, scared and sad.

Jenny helped him learn new stretches, and she taught them to Mom too; she was there before and after his surgery. She always felt calm and distant. Chris didn’t know if she liked him or not.

Mom liked him. Abuelo and Abuela liked him. His dad liked him. Chris thought his dad did, anyway. He smiled at Chris like he liked him through the tablet screen.

In the mornings when he woke up, and in the afternoons before his nap, Mom asked Chris to pick a feeling and push it out from himself. “Make it really loud. Like you’re going Ahhhhh, with your heart,” Mom said, making a silly face and smiling.

At first it could be any emotion Chris wanted, whatever he was feeling the most. If he was cranky or annoyed or angry, he made it really loud and pushed it out all over. He imagined it made his hair stand on end. If he was happy or sleepy, he made that really loud, too.

“That’s really good, baby,” Mom said, and she smiled big and bright the better Chris got at it.

When they went out of the house, to go shopping or to the hospital or to Jenny’s office, sometimes people would stare at Chris. He was used to it. If they were walking past Chris, close, he could even feel it a little bit. Weird emotions - they felt like creepy-crawlies up and down Chris’s skin. He’d name them when he was older, knew them to be disgust and fascination, sometimes even, for some reason, fear. Sometimes pity. A lot of the time pity, actually.

Mom always tensed up when that happened and she’d put her hand on Christopher’s shoulder. “Make your feelings really loud, baby,” she’d say to him, and he’d push whatever he was feeling hard out of himself, his own boredom or happiness, until it was the only thing he felt, nothing from any stranger. Mom would squeeze his shoulder and say, “Good job.”

It was different when Dad came home. Dad did like him, Chris could feel it. Dad loved him. Dad mostly felt tired, but when he looked at Chris, he also felt love. And whenever they went anywhere together, even if it was just to Abuelo and Abuela’s, Dad put himself in front of Chris - not literally, but - but his mind. Himself. Somehow Dad could put himself between Chris and everyone, could keep the world away. So Chris didn’t have to keep his feelings so loud anymore; he could be quiet in himself, instead.

It was a lot less tiring to go out after that.

—

When Mom left, everything Chris felt went smaller and quieter inside of him. It was okay because Dad was there, so Chris didn’t have to be loud.

When Mom died, Chris didn’t feel it. He was too far away and her dying was too soft. She didn’t know how to make things loud like he did - she taught him how, but she couldn’t do it herself. She died and it was small like a door closing shut.

A door where she was on one side and he was on the other, and where they had once been connected to each other - connected even after she’d gone away - there was just nothing. A cold nothing, a temperature drop that told him that what was happening now was different from what had happened then. She hadn’t just gone away. The difference was, she couldn’t come back.

—

Bond breaks were cold, so it made sense that a bond forming would be warm. So warm, warm everywhere Buck held him. They were home from the tsunami, had been home for days, and there wasn’t anything dangerous anywhere, but still Buck held him. And still Chris wanted to be held. It was like when he made his feelings loud, but only Buck was listening. His loud feelings were just for Buck to hear. And Buck gave him loud feelings back, raucous, joyful. Big joy, big wonder.

Loud, loud love.

#thank u for prompting this :D! #empathy au #outtake

[phdmama]

HEYYYYY

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? (If you have trouble choosing, please give multiple/please don't feel limited to just one).

And 30. If you could have dinner with Drarry from any fic in the PMFFU, which fic would you pick?

Oooo. Amazing questions, darling!!

14. I feel like my Larry magical cruise fic (It's a Better Place ) would be a fun one, lots of visuals in that one! For Drarry, I think maybe The Privilege of Being Yours would be fun. Also, for obvious reasons, Beautiful Madness would be super fun!

18. From a "trying to write something with a moment of impact" perspective, I like the ending of Spinning on that Dizzy Edge:

Malfoy laughs and gets to his feet, offers his hand to Harry.

Harry stares at it, looks up at Malfoy who’s gazing down at him, a smile still playing about his lips. Harry thinks about history, about the weight of destiny, about time and all of the choices large and small that have led them both to this exact place, this exact moment. 

Then he reaches up, takes Malfoy’s hand, and lets himself be pulled to his feet.

From a "making myself laugh" perspective, I liked this one:

From The Beginning of All Wisdom

Malfoy sits up cautiously. “Potter. You’re straight.” There’s a long pause and then he asks so, so carefully, “Aren’t you?”

Harry’s heart is threatening to break out of his chest, it’s beating so hard and he can’t quite form the words, because a whole lot of things are rearranging themselves in his head and he’s starting to understand something. It’s like one of those pieces of lenticular art. From one angle, Harry Potter is straight. From another… it’s starting to look like maybe Harry Potter is not quite as straight as previously assumed. The main piece of evidence for this is the fact that not only did Harry just offer to give his friend a blow job, he finds he meant it. He wants to. He really wants to.

Harry sits up to face Malfoy. “I think,” he says as things continue to fall into place — Cedric, Sirius, his complex feelings about Han Solo — inside of him, “I think maybe I’m… not.”

30. Oh man, this is a tough one! I think I'm going to have to go back old school to Fixer Upper. I poured so much of myself into that fic for one, and I'm not sure how much it came through, but it was such a fully realized world, and they were so fully realized people to me, I'd love to say hi. I want to hear Draco's music. And my god, I want to see Harry's art.

[jungwonator]

Soya milk [Ren (F4 Thailand) x reader]

Context: You and Ren forget your allergic to Soya

Note: its 2:30 AM and I gave in😃 also, grammar mistakes ofc! PS: i might delete this it’s embarrassing 😭

(No pronouns mentioned for the reader, so i guess you could say this is gender neutral but I did write this in the perspective of a fem reader)

“Ren—, I’m starving—!” you whined as you pulled on Ren’s shirt like a child. “Didn’t we go to the grocery yesterday?” Ren said as he shook his head. “I don’t want the ones in the fridge, plus, half of them are vegetables. Yuck!”

“You’re such a baby, [name]” Ren sighed as he washed his hands and went straight to the door grabbing his keys. “Hey, wait for me!” You said as you ran as quick as you could and entered his car.

As you both arrived at the mall, you quickly scanned the area for food you might like. While Ren followed you like a mother looking after his child. “Oooo-, that looks good! Come on, Ren.” You said as you pulled his arm inside the small but cozy cafe. You head to the counter. “Good afternoon! How may I help you?” The nice cashier lady asked with a small smile. “Hmm… that one— no wait, the strawberry latt— nope not that, uhhh—” Ren sighed as he shut your mouth. “Uh, we’ll just get the soy milk special, thanks.” He said as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and gave the right amount of money to the lady. “Hey, no fair! I haven’t chosen yet! You did it without my consent.” You grumbled on as Ren rolled his eyes and pulled you to an empty table.

A waitress arrived with two drinks and carefully put it on the table. Ren bowed his head as a thank you and she walked away. Without a minute to waste you popped open the straw from it’s paper wrap and poked it into the drink and sipped it happily. As ren was about to sip his, his eyes widened and pulled the drink from you. “Hey, what gives!” you whisper-screamed. “[name]… we’re allergic to soya.” With this, your eyes widened and ran quickly to the bathroom.

After an hour or more, you finally got out of the bathroom, hair disheveled and eyes puffy. Ren was outside waiting and felt guilty. He pulled out a hankerchief and gave it to you sheepishly. You simply glared at him and wiped your face and tried to fix your hair. “Curse you.” You hissed as you stomped away. “[name], I’m sorry!” Ren followed you. When he finally caught up, he caught his breath and the minute he looked in your eyes, he immediately started laughing. You punched him in the stomach half jokingly before being in your own fit of laughter. Ren’s laugh surely was contagious.

“Why am I doing this for you again?” Ren groaned..“You owe me, Renrawin Aira!” You said firmly as he paid for your food for the hundredth time that day.

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[seelestia]

I'm not gonna lie- apart from just general genshin x reader content here, my most interacted tags and cotent are with SAGAU :D

I've always loved self aware media, from doki doki literature club, fleabag, deadpool, I freakin love it whenever some kind of media addresses the 4th wall or even incorporates it into the plot :''D

With sagau, I stumbled upon it very early on and so I binge read so many sagau fics, I scoured and scrolled through the tags until I reached the bottom fr

I don't necessarily have a favorite genre of sagau, whether it be crack and humor, fluff and romance, or angst and gore- I pretty much consumed it all but I think my tastes have come to change and I've suddenly started to prefer the more humory and less "deep" or gorey parts of sagau :''D

If you're wondering why I kept mentioning gore- there's like this sub-genre of SAGAU called the Impostor AU. Quick summary: it's basically if the reader gets isekai'd and someone (an impostor) takes the title of creator themselves and makes all characters turn violent towards the reader :'D

Right now tho I do recommend reading Language Barrier by @/nobody-for-sure as it takes a more comedic "cracky" concept for SAGAU, it's literally one of my favorites right now (^W^)

There's also this uhhh c!impostor au thing that I've seen around the sagau tags, it's still pretty new but the premise also takes the standard plot of the SAGAU Impostor au and adds more into it and makes it all less intense-ish (no cults, yanderes, or gore lmao)

I forget who the og poster is but everything they've posted about it has been pretty interesting so far :33

But what about you my dear author? Any interest in dipping your hand at this genre? (No pressure of course I just thought I'd ask) - Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ anon <3 (I always look forward to your answers to my asks :DD)

oooo, i know about doki doki literature club and fleabag, so i get what you mean about that 4th wall breach and the sentience part of it all !! smth about it is so chilling yet intriguing — but on a light-hearted note, it's like i'm just laying there on my bed in my sheep-printed pajamas and suddenly, the characters start talking to me??? like me??? hi to you too, i suppose. (/j)

NOT UNTIL THE BOTTOM OF THE TAGS HELPDSKWK the SAGAU really got you super engrossed, ay? understandable >:) i love how the genres can range from gorey and intense to humor-ish and light, but each still retains that sentience feel!

and oooo, i see !! i've heard of the impostor au and i know it's a sub-genre of the SAGAU but never actually fully understood it until you explained it. that sounds interesting tho, i think it thickens the plot since the impostor can be considered as an antagonist of some sort + reader also having to deal with the loyalty the characters have for the impostor creator! question, how do the impostors behave usually? do most of them have a personal vendetta against the reader? like if they were someone whom the reader used to know? i'm super interested 👀

also, i feel like this meme accurately represents our energy rn HRLSLDPWL anon, you are now my SAGAU teacher 🙏 (/lh)

i think it made more sense that you like the less intense-ish ones since i recalled before that you said you prefer angst without character death once. idk why i remembered that little detail but i did fjeksklwe

i also read the series you recc'd and oml??? at the end of the first chapter, when venti said, "Xaue kigxm, so jogxlg o ztgi jtgzyxkjta g jxuc kxaue mtoegy." i felt that in my soul fr fr (/j), but i love the concept tho??? teyvat does have its own language and i think the author portrayed it perfectly from the reader's perspective! ty for the rec, it is absolute chef's kiss 🤌✨ if you manage to remember the og poster, feel free to tell! 👀

as for me, i'm slowly but certainly dipping my toes in the water! >:) i've never done a series with chapters before since most of my works are stand-alones, but who is to say? maybe i'll gather the courage someday, hehe~

for now, i think i'll settle on reading and doing more research on SAGAU! i've been telling myself to to read more stuff either way, so this is the perfect chance <3

#anon is becoming my SAGAU mentor and i love it 🙏 (/g) #wishing you a great day anon! mwah mwah <3 #thanks for the recs and dropping by hehe #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest 👹✨ anon!

[the-little-ewok]

Fic Asks #4 and #18

Thank you for asking!

4. Which of your fics deserved more attention than it got?

I think I've always been a bit sad that Stay didn't do as well as some other fics but on the other hand I get it. It's a lot more angsty than my usual work even though it does have a fluffy ending. From my perspective it was one of my favourite Poe stories because he absolutely has some issues he'd have to work through and while everything can be soft and fluffy, relationships also take work and I loved writing that.

18. If you associate music, media, or poems with your fics, pick one and tell us about that association and why it inspired you.

Oooo this is a good question. I think I don't often so much take inspiration from music for my fics (at least not significantly) but I tend to hear songs afterwards and then associate them with my fics. Or people will send me a song and mention it reminded them of my fics, which is always super cool to hear!

There's a song called Gravity which is an absolutely beautiful song that will always remind me of Poe and whenever I need to be in my Poe feels that's my go to song!

The exception to that would be The Dance. I wrote it forever ago and was inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Perfect.

It really just made me think of Din and how he'd just appreciate people for how they are, and no matter what they looked like, or how much of a mess they thought they were, he'd still think they were just perfect.

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