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erose-this-name · 5 days

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I saw you are working on a grimdark apocalypse and as a fan of both Warhammer and fallout I would like to hear about your story but with one caveat:

You also have to answer if mothman exists in that universe

But also please tell me I wanna learn about the story

I mean, there isn't a mothman, but then again I do really like stealing being inspired by things and putting them in there. And like, I AM GOD, so I could just do that. Right now.

I mean, can't be like a magical cryptid mothguy since this is a hard scifi setting. So how can I gnaw off the sharp corners to make this square peg fit into a round hole?

What are the fundamental qualities of mothman? Large humanoid moth, portends of doom, west virginians, sexy, glowing red eyes, easily confused for a large heron.

There are no six foot tall insects in my setting because there isn't enough oxygen for them to breathe without lungs. But there are flesh-filled biohybrid robots with plastic exoskeletons, which is kinda like a bug. If you think about it.

Since it's a robot with both flesh and mechanical components, we don't even need to worry about bioluminescence or if it's possible to see out of eyes that are glowing. It could straight up just have actual red tinted flood lamps on it's head for that iconic mothman glowing eyes look.

The internet says that a average man would need a wingspan of 6.7m (22ft) to fly, though some sources can go up to 80 feet or some shit. But the mothman could probably be a lot less dense than a human so wouldn't need wings quite that big. But also that's probably based on bird or plane wings, not insect wings. As we all know bees cannot fly by any known laws of aviation, because they fly by different laws considering that they are not aircraft. I don't know what those laws are, though. So this is the kind of problem we biologists like to call "as a biophysicist" problems. I'm not on good terms with any of them. So let's just say our mothman has completely mysterious and indeterminately sized wings.

So, some West Virginians ~400,000 years ago (the story is set ~400,000 years after whichever of the many imminent apocalypses befalls us) got access to some cool hyperintelligent artificial intelligence with the ability to create life (such AI may or may not be related to said apocalypse that befell us). And they used it to make a cool mothman robot thing. For the obvious reason why West Virginians would do that. It's designed to perform and improvise on it's own maintenance to safe costs, because West Virginia.

Oh, no! It got out of it's enclosure in the Pleasant Point petting zoo! Because someone let it out! Who would do such a thing??!!

So it's been spending the apocalypse hanging around bridges and staring at people ominously in the fog while tour-guide infodumping about 21st century cryptozoology in dead languages no one understands. Doesn't try to kill anyone though, since it's designed to be an entertainment animatronic, which is more than what can be said for the vast majority of monsters in the setting. But that's also why it's survived for so long, doesn't like confrontation. Just flies away mysteriously. It eats nuts and berries or something.

yeah, this is canon now.

I got some other posts about my setting under the #The Diluvian War tag if you're interested

#the diluvian war #writeblr #writing #world building #mothman #asks

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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The tag rambles in (the post about moth/dead!us fluttering around Foul Legacy) have given me even more random angsty ideas hehehe

Also, for a bit of size context, I personally would see us as an Atlas Moth (they're very pretty, just like everyone here <3).

"in an alternate universe Childe vanished and a sparkly moth started following you around" Ack okay but the simultaneous misery and nostalgia at getting a mini version of the big moth that we love so much. Honestly, I think that prospect would just break us, so here's a few ideas and whatnot: - Underside of the moth's wings would be sparkly, while the topside would probably be some sort of dark purple. - Antennae that look like Legacy's horns <3 <3 - Literal-moth moth would probably try to stick around our hands as much as possible - Unfortunately, we can't pet him like we could when he was mothman. Because, y'know, fragile creature and all that.

"ohhh if the moth gets hurt (because it's so easy for them to get hurt) Foul Legacy starts sobbing" - Moths can't fly again if a wing breaks, unfortunately ;-; - Frankly, I can indeed see Foul Legacy just end up sobbing at a wing of ours being broken (ooo that's a new idea, maybe I'll touch it later...) - Us, with a broken wing, crawling over and around both his claws and mask, also maybe nestling in his fur(hair)? - Uncertain if a soul moth (as I'm gonna call us) needs nutrients like a regular moth. However, if we do, then Foul Legacy may just stop by forests or something frequently in order to keep as as healthy as we can be <3

~ :D Anon (Sorry it took me so long, was busy with tests ehe)

Note: I removed the link, hopefully it'll send this time? If it does, then woop-

aaaa yeah tumblr asks can be very VERY finicky especially on anon for some reason??? once i tried to send one in and it wouldn't let me because i had too many commas, tsk tsk!!! (original ask here <33)

Foul Legacy little moth: !!!! oh my goodness imagine you're in that state where you're trying so hard to cling onto hope, trying so hard to seem fine so you don't worry your friends and family- and it seems like the little moth that started following you everywhere only helps you heal, or at least people think it should since it's a constant, comforting presence

but the moth knows the truth- it knows how you sometimes break down when you're alone in your room, no matter how happy you try to seem during the day. it knows how you cry into your hands, your sobs of "where could he be?" as you despair over your lost Abyssal monster, your missing Foul Legacy

the little moth can only perch on your fingers, fuzzy antennae waving in your face like it's trying to wipe away your tears, and despite your sadness you still find the energy to cup your friend in your hands and smile wearily- just as kind as Childe remembers

you little moth: Foul Legacy will break if his tiny moth companion gets hurt- even more so if it was by him, even on accident. his talons and armor is sharp, deadly to something so small and delicate, and he cradles the moth in his hands and weeps. the little insect flicks its antennae, almost as if it's trying to reassure him, but all he can see is the rip in the poor thing's wing

he doesn't know the moth is you, intent on keeping him company even after death- he simply knows that it feels familiar, that the creature is dear to him and someone to be treasured, for when else will a moth willingly become friends with a beast? he swears you keep you safe from now on, allowing you to snuggle into his fluff or hair, away from his claws and teeth. occasionally you'll go and perch on one of his horns, happily enjoying the breeze that you can't fly in anymore, at least not as well

on particularly peaceful days he tentatively allows you to sit on one of his claws, basking in the sun and looking awfully proud of yourself despite being a moth. you flutter your wings and he flutters his back, and Legacy can see you happily waving your antennae in the air

at those moments, Childe knows peace

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #:D anon #this got long but that's ok because i looove this concept #don't worry about taking a while either!!! i also take a long time ehe #story time one of my relatives is scared of moths and one day i found an Atlas moth on a neighbor's doorstep #so naturally i went home and brought my relative out to see it #it was a fun day :)#short scenario #other's stuff #FAVE

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mothmans-wedding-photographer · 2 months

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch, Season 2, Episode 14, "Innocence"

We are SO BACK

Innocence

Angel becomes evil after feeling the touch of a woman

Man, she was just trying to be nice :( RIP smoking lady

"I can see the stars" "no, love, that's the ceiling"

Angelus is abelist??? /j

"You'd rather be with someone you hate then with me" ouch that hurt

Damn Angelus is an asshole (who would've guessed)

Also a creep like who calls someone "kiddo" after sleeping with them ew

Willow look out! Oh no, she has airpods in she can't hear us

Well at least Buffy knows it's not the actual Angel insulting her. Silver lining!

Aw man Buffy's crying :( poor girl

Giles realizing teenagers have sex

The soldier scene sjhebeksjene

XANDER HAS ACCESS CODES?? NO BAD IDEA BAD IDEA

I like how Oz isn't just trying to get with Willow as soon as possible, he's thoughtful and kind and patient

THE BAZOOKA HELL YEAH ONE OF THE BEST SCENES EVER

That shot of Buffy after blowing up the judge is so iconic

Lmao Cordelia

Get his ass Buffy!!

"Uhhh... arm!" Oz I love you

SHE KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS IM CRYING

I wrote a bunch of stuff for this episode but tumblr deleted it that's so fun let's see what I remember

The haunted statue callback I'm cackling

Cordelia and Xander doing the Man Hand Hook Hand Car Door

BUFFY GET HIS ASS SHE SLAMMED HIM TO THE GROUND

I didn't realize what Cain was saying at first and then I realized he's a disgusting creep

Wait I didn't realize Oz wasn't a werewolf until now I thought he was like born one

"Is Jordy a werewolf? Uh huh. And how long has that been going on?"

Cain has like no redeemable qualities lmfao they said no nuance for you

Xander after accidentally outing Larry to him

Larry's character arc is truly astounding: sexually assaults and harrasses women- come out as gay- dies horrible

Lmao she smacked him with the trashcan

Power move, Buffy bent his gun get fucked Cain I hope it was expensive

Larry just helped a woman out damn that was a super quick turn

Xander it is NOT up to you

"Three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either"

Aw they finally kissed

#mothman's buffy rewatch #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #btvs #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #angel btvs #angelus btvs #spike btvs #drusilla btvs #jenny calender #oz btvs

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samskaterguy · 2 years

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Homesick part 2

(Part 1) I wanted to write more homesick Cupid and Blondie trying to get her home to her. Sorry if this is rushed I kinda ran out of ideas at the end. Maybe I'll turn this into a full fic somewhere (no promises)

Blondie frowns and she can't stop thinking about her roommate, Cupid being so upset really ruffled her curls but Cupid said anything she did can't be the same, but she should at least try maybe? Cupid said the weather was a huge problem..maybe there's some magic that can get rid of permanent weather? Maybe someone could help her? There's only one person Blondie knows that could get rid of such horrible weather and that's Raven Queen.

Cupid signs in History of Evil Spells. Why is she taking this class? Love spells, which she obviously primarily deals with is often treated as evil or unconsensual magic even though SHE brings people who are fated to be together, together. She's not some crazed weirdo who wants someone obsessed with her. She walks out of class and she hears Raven Queen talking with someone.

"I don't know Maddie, Monster High–?"

Cupid pushes Raven against the wall and she keeps Raven pinned really hard.

"Where did you learn that name..?"

Raven gulps, she's not used to seeing the mild mannered Cupid this feral looking.

"Maddie was telling me? I mean me and Apple talked with someone called Astranova before? No idea who she was but she seemed really cool...Cupid are you alright? You don't look well...also can you please stop? You're hurting my arms."

Cupid let's her down.

"Sorry..just..can I talk with you in my dorm?"

Raven nods.

Blondie is looking up and down, sideways and waysides but she can't find Raven Queen ANYWHERE. Ugh!

She groans in frustration and she runs into Maddie.

"Why so down, Blondie?"

"Oh hi Maddie, it's just Cupid is really upset. She's homesick? I'm sure you would understand what that's like, but it turns out there's royally, ROYALLY bad weather where she's from and that weather is forever after. She won't be able to go home unless something stops it and I figured Raven would be the only one who could remove it even for a short while from a distance."

Maddie frowns at the idea of Cupid being upset.

"Well that is NOT hattastic..do you know where she lives? I'm sure Raven would be happy to help! If she can lift the Wonderland curse, fight and recapture her mother and destroy the storybook of legends she can do anything."

"Do you know where she might be?"

"Nope! But I do know some cool books on where Cupid might be from..the narrator told me so."

Curses...I forgot she could hear me. Anyway, Maddie leads Blondie to the library and they get to the forbidden book section.

"If you want to know where she's from, we'll have to look here."

Cupid took Raven to her dorm and she sighs.

Raven sits on Blondie's bed and she looks at Cupid.

"Okay. What did you want to tell me?"

Cupid stands in front of Raven, trying her best to be confident revealing her biggest secret.

"Okay, okay..Raven I haven't told anyone this but..you know my dad? Eros? He's..not a myth."

Raven looks confused but gesture for her to go on.

"My dad, and me, we aren't myths. We're monsters. I am from a world where monsters are real. Vampires, Werewolves, Mummies. You know the tales? Dracula, Frankenstein, Mothman, Bigfoot. Where I'm from they're real. I am the daughter of Eros, God of love. I look a lot more monstrous at home."

Cupid braces for Raven to freak out, yell, scream, her mind to break, and Raven just nods.

"I mean..yeah it's weird to know they're real..but when you've seen Wonderland? Nothing exactly feels impossible."

Is what Cupid wished had happened.

"WHAT?"

Raven yells and she looks at Cupid, her eyes narrowed and horror is written on her face.

"I know, I know, Raven it's crazy..I just..I miss home. I shouldn't have told you. I really shouldn't have trusted anyone with this information-"

Raven holds onto Cupid's arm.

"NO, no..Cupid. I'm just..in awe you survived here. I mean yeah monsters being real is..insane but, Cupid you don't feel like a violent horrible monster to me. Is your world evil?"

"No, not at all. That's what I love about you though, Raven. You remind me of home, where I'm from people don't have a destiny to follow, like my friend Frankie isn't expected to be the next Frankenstein or anything, by the way her dad's tale here is..really inaccurate."

Raven smiles a bit.

"Who knows? Maybe I'd like it there."

"Actually..I was hoping you could help me get back there."

"..Anything for a homesick friend."

Blondie is following Maddie around the forbidden book section until Maddie pulls out a book entitled Monsters, Monster High and What We Know

Blondie cocks a brow

"Monster High?"

"Okay so this will be a shock to you buuuuuut-"

Maddie flips through the pages, stops on the "Myths" section.

C.A Cupid : Daughter of Eros.

Blondie stares at the book, her mouth agape, and she tries to calm down at the realization her roommate is from another dimension, a monster and the daughter of a myth god, not just the act.

"Okay Blondie, the narrator is telling me you're in some distress but..she's still the Cupid you know and love, she's just a bit..freaky!"

Blondie takes a deep breath in and then out.

"Okay...you're right Maddie. She is the same Cupid I know, but now I'm more certain than ever Raven can get her home but my question is can she get back, she was the one who helped me be okay with my actual fairytale ancestry. She's my best friend."

Maddie frowns, she doesn't know if Raven can bring her back.

"She'll find a way to talk with you at least, with someone to tech forward I know you'll find a way!"

"You're right. Now all we have to do is find Raven and Cupid for the plan to get her home."

Blondie and Maddie check out from the library and Cupid is packing things in her room with Raven looking for all the things she can find about interdimensional travel.

Blondie knocks on the door.

"CUPID! I know everything! I know about Monster High and that you're a monster! I just need Raven so I can help you get back home!"

Cupid opens the door.

"I already told her.."

"Well good minds think alike–"

Blondie sees the bags Cupid has packed.

"Cupid..will you come back?"

Cupid shighs, she holds onto both of Blondie's hands.

"Blondie, I don't even know how I'll be able to come back without Raven. I don't even know what allowed me to come here in the first place, well I know the reason but it was some kind of portal."

Blondie frowns and hugs Cupid, she hugs her tight.

"I hope I can at least talk to you, I want my destiny so I can't go with you. I just..you're my best friend Cupid, I love you so much and I'm so glad you were in my life."

Cupid sniffles and she hugs Blondie back.

"I love you too, Blondie. I'm glad you were in mine too, all of you. Dexter, Raven, you, Maddie, Ashlynn, Poppy..I just love all of you and I'll miss you all. I'll try and find a way to come back."

Raven and Maddie frown at the two, they side hug at the two friends.

"Cupid," Raven says. "The portals open..whenever you're ready you can go home."

Cupid let's go of Blondie, tries to smile and grabs her bags. Tears are in her eyes, both of happiness of going home but also sadness at leaving her new friends. She spent all this time being homesick that she forgot all of the amazing memories she has here, she has to find a way to have both of these wonderful worlds in her life.

"Charm you later."

Cupid walks through the portal, her cute cherub feathery wings start losing their deaths until nothing but bone is left, her hair changes to shorter and curly, and her headbands changes back.

She waves goodbye as it closes.

"CUPID?"

Clawdeen, Frankie, Draculaura, Cleo and Abbey all say at once.

"Hey..I'm back."

After answering all their questions, even revealing fairy tales are real..because they literally watched her come back right before their eyes so of course they believe her.

"Frankie. I have a big job for you, I want to be able to visit between worlds. I made so many good memories, and made good friends...I can't just say goodbye forever after."

"Forever After?"

"Sorry, habit, anyway is there any possible science that can do what was done?"

Cleo interrupts.

"I'll get Ghoulia. Don't you dare tell anyone else."

Months go by, and others at Ever After High have noticed Cupid's disappearance and Blondie can't exactly say anything, Maddie tries to but everyone just thinks she's joking.

Blondie hasn't been her usual self, she's skipped classes, stayed in her room and whenever she tries to film her mirror cast she just doesn't have the strength.

That is until one night, the blackest, spookiest night, strangely on True Hearts Day she sees something in her room. She awakes to the bright pink mirror portal and guess who steps outside?

C.A Cupid, and some new faces.

"CUPID!"

Blondie jumps out of bed and hugs her roommate. She smiles as she cries, Cupid does the same.

"BLONDIE!"

Cleo coughs.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"oh!"

Cupid gets up and introduces her friends to Blondie.

"Oh..you all look fableous!"

"They can't stay here with me..but they might stay when Frankie figures out how to send multiple people at the same time."

"I look forward to seeing more of the world that made you..you."

Blondie and Cupid hug tight before Frankie closes the portal before it becomes unstable.

"I brought some treats from home and a cookbook from Draculaura so I can make them here! So I don't get too homesick this time, plus I can go back whenever I want."

"That sounds just right for you."

#ever after high #eah #ca cupid #blondie lockes #raven queen #madeline hatter #frankie stein #draculaura #cleo de nile #abbey bominable #clawdeen wolf #mh #monster high #fic #fanfic #homesick #homesick cupid

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somuchbetterthanthat · 7 months

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I'm never going to finish the Greater Boston's Valentine's day fic, I know myself enough at this point to know that, so, have this. Aro!Ace!Dimitri is so true to my heart I cannot hear anything else, and yes he's definitely one of those who definitely think romantic and sexual love/courtship IS a mystery. Also gosh Mallory is hard to write (but so much fun).

"{...} I know what appearances can mean, even if I think it’s bullshit just how much we put into it cause, like, just because you’ve got a suit doesn’t mean I’m going to respect you, you gotta prove to me you’re someone chill first, right, but also, hey, maybe I want to be seen as hot, sometimes, and specifically for this chick today—”

“No, yeah, I totally, totally get it,” Dimitri cuts her off. He doesn’t sound like he’s got it at all. It’s fine though. He’s a bit dumb, but Mallory likes him anyway. When he isn’t bursting into rooms without announcing himself. “What’s her name again?”

“Theresa,” Mallory says. “She’s in school with me, remember? She really loves cats, like half of the motherfuckers there, but hey, she’s also been fighting the whole campus to treat the crows that nest in the trees better, and that’s kinda hot, so.”

“...D’you love her?”

“What? ‘Course not, I met her maybe like, three times outside of class, what’s wrong with you?”

“Huh. I kinda thought —eh, never mind. Nobody really managed to explain it to me properly.”

“...Dimitri.” Mallory has to open the door, bra be damned. Dimitri yelps and almost falls, because of course he was leaning against it, the absolute weirdo. He also doesn’t even glance at her breasts like, not even for a second, and man, Mallory doesn’t want to fuck Dimitri or whatever, they’re not like that, and she’s not that vain, but she’s got really nice boobs, you know? “You’ve gone on dates before, right?” she asks. “Like it’s something you did during your weirdass adventures?”

“Of course I did,” Dimitri proclaims. Mallory raises her eyebrows. “Accidentally,” he amends. “I’m, huh, I’m really bad at knowing when someone flirts I guess? I had a girlfriend once but I only realized she was my girlfriend when Nica called her that and I laughed and she cried. It was sort of awkward.”

“What, did you think she was just chasing Mothman with you or whatever?”

“Oh, no!” Dimitri says brightly. “We were teenagers, the Mothman was way out of our league. We were trying to catch the ghosts of the Omni Parker’s hotel!”

#greater boston #GB stories #very fond of them #god i need to write more greater boston

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azirafuck · 2 years

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sometimes I miss being a kid and having a hivemind of creativity and fantasy with my peers. let me tell you a story:

when I was in middle school, during winter me and another like 40 kids went for 3 days to a nice place somewhere in the mountains to prepare ourselves for confirmation - you know, the catholic thing kids do just to get presents. none of us actually gave a fuck except for the priest and the catechists who took us there and maybe a couple of religious kids. it was supposed to be 3 days of praying and community and studying Jesus and all that stuff, but... yeah, it didn't go like that lmao

first night we were there, priest has this brilliant idea of not letting us go to sleep early, even if we were all tired as shit. it was 10PM and we were all literally dying to sleep, but he was like "you're faking being tired, you just want to go to your rooms and run around each other's rooms and make a mess. so we're not gonna let you go to sleep and instead we're all gonna watch a movie together, so that you really tire yourselves." dude who has no kids himself really thought he was being smart, but of course it didn't work. in fact, it did the complete opposite. everyone stopped being sleepy and adrenaline kicked in

at 3AM, we were all coming up with plans to sneak in each other's rooms without being seen. some of us were playing cards, betting actual money. the catechists tried to calm us down and contain us like we were a fucked up SCP of sorts, but it didn't work. those poor women were so tired lmao

after a while even the priest woke up and insulted us and demanded we go back to sleep. it worked for like 15 minutes. the second he was back in his room, hell broke loose again.

at some point, the boys were running around wearing scary masks they had brought from home, trying to scare the girls. it worked on a friend of mine, she actually got scared and ended up having trouble sleeping. the day after, at breakfast, the priest was giving us a lecture on how we were basically little shits who couldn't behave themselves and there were going to be consequences. everyone was barely awake after having slept for 2/3 hours, no one actually cared, we just wanted to go back to sleep. suddenly, one of the kids says "I looked out of the window tonight and I saw a weird big dog walking down the street"

now, some context. you gotta understand that that was a weird time for television in our country. one of the main channels in our country had a show called "mistero", meaning mystery, and they talked about """mysterious""" and """unexplained""" stories. such as mothman, the gnome with the axe, aliens kidnapping people, the illuminati, the chupacabra, and such. the kind of stuff kids take WAY too seriously.

so. when someone says "big weird dog", someone asks: "was it bald?" and they reply "I don't know, probably". and then someone asks: "did it have big teeth?" and they reply "I don't know, probably". and someone asks: "did it walk on two legs?" and they reply "I don't know, probably".

so, in the span of 5 minutes, everyone goes from "that kid saw a dog" to "that kid saw the chupacabra". and everyone around the table is adding details that just make it more believable, and suddenly everyone is acting like they saw it with their own two eyes. well, of course not everyone is taking it seriously. some of the kids are laughing about it, some are not even paying attention to it and dismiss it. some of us though, some of us take that shit SERIOUSLY.

we spend the day ice skating, talking about jesus, and faking illness so we can go back to bed to sleep. come evening, we're eating dinner and then listening to music together in the main hall, playing football outside, gossiping. you know, having fun. we're also extremely sleep deprived.

at some point, someone sees another fucking dog walking down the street. of course it's a big bald dog who was walking on two legs and had shiny white long canines. fucking damnit.

me and a bunch of kids convince one of the catechists to take us outside. we walk up and down the street to search for this fucking dog. we are so convinced there's a chupacabra in this fucking desolated snowy place in the middle of the mountains of north italy that this poor woman is starting to believe in the chupacabra herself.

suddenly, we hear some noises coming from one of the unlit spots in the street. it was probably a cat, or just leaves moving, or whatever - but we start screaming. we run back to the chalet, we're out of breath and we tell everyone what we heard. very quickly, "what we heard" turns into "what we saw"

one of my friends, the one who got scared by the boys the night before, starts crying. one of the nerdy dudes who was there with us starts talking about the chupacabra like he's a university professor giving a lecture on the matter, and we believe everything he's saying. we decide we need proof and we run around the place's yard to look for proof that the chupacabra was indeed there

someone actually finds a lock of what seems animal hair on the ground. proof found: the chupacabra was there. yes, everyone forgot the chupacabra was supposed to be bald. girl that got scared starts crying again.

we go to the priest and tell him what happened. he tells us to shut the fuck up and focus on the reason we're there in the first place. we all go to our rooms eventually, but no one sleeps well, afraid they're going to die.

on the third day, we went back home. we bring the whole thing up again at school, and we keep the story going for the remaining two years of middle school. on our last day there, that's still one of our best memories. girl who got scared begs us to stop talking about it, cuz she still has nightmares.

maybe the real christian sense of community we needed was the chupacabra all along

#its 8 am and i dont wanna go to work #just. going down on my memories lmao

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gatheringfiki · 2 years

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Reincarnation

Write about intimacy between your pairing, as a series of contrasts between what they’re like in a casual/public setting and what they’re like in bed.

Fantasy

Gagged with an apple

Basket

"You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room."

"I'm gonna tell Ma you said that."

Character is secretly a well-known cryptid (i.e. Bigfoot, Yeti, Mothman)

Photographer (preferably DarkHawk)

Map makers

You’re my call at 3am

"Don´t do that. Ever. Again."

Unrequited

Naked skin for all to see

“What the hell else am I supposed to do with it?!”

Fingers splayed and pushed, and he fell, defeated by their gentleness.

Seven kisses

I don’t want him to be alive in my heart. I want him to be alive in this world.

Come Kink

"It's not safe."

A continuation of a long dormant fic

Sacrifice

"Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.” - Pablo Neruda

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Pick ANY Stephen Sondheim lyric as a prompt

“Oh I’m pretty sure you can take a few more inches.”

Canon divergence

"Is... is that a PARAKEET in your pocket?"

“Stop staring at me. I’m fine.” “You were almost blown up.” “Yeah, almost. Now drop it.”

"Why'd you stop?"

Adventure AU based on ANY James Cameron blockbuster (i.e. Titanic, Terminator, Aliens, Avatar, The Abyss)

Eating in the dark

"Well, as long as we're doing stupid things-"

Nobody else at the party knows that they know each other/their history.

“When was the last time you slept?”

Somebody's wedding

Kisses to the inner side of thighs

1800s London

Cowboy Bebop AU

"It only hurts when I laugh"

Sleeping over

Better the devil you know, Kili thinks as he bites open his thumb and smears blood across the summoning circle. He’s a young witch. Too young to be playing these kinds of games with the powers that be. Fuck if that will stop him.

World War III

Person A is caught in an avalanche. Person B rescues him.

Carnival fortune teller prediction

Inspired by "Runnin' with the Devil" by Van Halen

IKEA

A slow acting poison

The Shining/Overlook Hotel AU

Practical jokes getting out of hand

You could try and kiss it better.

Yes I just tripped over the curb and almost got hit by a car because I was too busy staring at you

"The world doesn't need me." "Maybe I do."

Open and honest conversation about their deepest desires.

Person A suddenly starts avoiding/ignoring person B because they realized they have feelings.

Rollercoasters

Someone throws a rock with a note through the couple’s window.

Appearing on Family Feud

Mist

If it can’t be done the way it should, then it should be done the way it can.

Love letters

Crisis of the Third Century Roman AU

No hurt, all comfort

"I hate me too."

One of them is seduced into the hareem of the other.

Cucumber insertion

"Stop pretending!"

When I said Tea was at four, I meant p.m.

Until all the stars in the sky disintegrate, or are extinguished

Time marches on, the practice stays the same.

He was brave, strong, and broken all at once

Break up to make up

"You keep saying 'I've got this', but I'm not sure know what 'this' is."

I used to say I'd know you anywhere, but it's getting harder

All the clocks stopped at 11:59.

"I can't even look at you."

Espionage

Arranged marriage

One of them can see the past in the same way others can see the future. But while with the future, you can at least try and prevent the events, how do you save someone in the past?!

Being impressed by the other's skill

Holmesian

Artist / model

The Old Guard AU

The seductive edge of Evil

Candles

Kiss me with your eyes, marry me with your heart, love me with your spirit, promise we'll never part

"I don´t care how long it takes"

Shopping mall employees AU

"I had to at least try, didn't I?"

"I promise"

"You're free now. Walk toward the light... wait, why are you walking toward ME?"

“Is that a dragon!?”

90s sitcom AU

"Let me show you."

“Let me bandage you up.”

Person A goes to a book signing for Person B's book. Person B is shocked to see the person they've been secretly crushing on from their coffee-shop writing corner is a fan of their work.

Trust kink in a sexual setting

Scar

Mitchell teaches a 9am class at a local university. He always wears the same thing - black pants, black shoes, and a long sleeve black shirt - and his hair is always perfect. Except for today. Today he’s wearing a dark grey shirt with short sleeves, revealing black tattoos, no belt, and his hair is slightly mussed.

The concept of Soulmates, but with an unusual twist

Story in the form of a recipe

Western au

Person A is the new hire at Person B's place of employment.

Epistolary

Sex in someone else's bed

The most beautiful

Where do the lost socks go?

Hate sex

"I thought you were dead!!!"

Let's get married

"I never thought you'd really do that"

All hurt, no comfort

Use of a rubber chicken

The night before the battle

“Guard this with your life.”

“Hey, I’m a DoorDash driver and you order an obscene amount of food for delivery. Are you okay?”

Person A keeps having prophetic dreams about person B (meaning, person A sees something happening to/around person B in their dreams and then it happens in real life. Repeatedly.)

Brothers are annoying

The Proposal (2009) AU

Ancient Egypt setting

Hair porn

There's no better love.

Ozurie - feeling torn between the life you want and the life you have.

Shipwrecked on a deserted island

“Don’t worry; I’ll have you back to normal in no time!”

#WinterFRE2022 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit #Mitchers #Britchell #DarkHawk

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lesbiansoncaffiene · 2 years

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AFTG As Shit Me And My Friends Have Said (pt. 2)

Y’all like the last one so much (it’s my most liked post as of rn so thank you!!) that we now have a part dos

Also features quotes from my gov class and from my (twin) brother

Matt: I am very happy to declare pawnshops as “EBay irl”

Dan: dear god

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5:24am

*Nicky named the chat Toothpaste Man Fanclub*

5:25am

*Andrew left the chat*

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Renee: I cannot believe I have to say this, you’re not allowed to cut into a cake baby

Aaron, his scalpel ready: goddamit

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Matt, drunk: Me when I cut off my ear for the lols

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The AFTG fandom: Gender, in the state of this nation? I think the fuck not

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Wymack: Wow I have a lot of white in my beard

Abby: It’s because you’re old

Kevin: Well the alternative is dead so..

Wymack and Abby: ..

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Aaron, to Katelyn, who always falls asleep during Marvel movies: do you wanna watch a Marvel movie?

Katelyn: *snorts*

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Seth: What if you’re pregnant and go to China, and your baby is born while you’re in China

Renee: You can’t fly in a plane during your 3rd trimester of pregnancy

Seth: Yea but what if you drove

*disappointed sighs*

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Kevin: omg I found a picture of my best friend in PreK

Kevin: The one who told me Satan was gonna eat me

Matt: ….I’m sorry what-

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Nicky: My only goal in life is to piss off my ancestors by going to the spice section in the grocery store

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Kevin: someone tried to mansplain on me in my history class, I hope they know that I’m a self-diagnosed autistic bisexual with a god complex who is going to prove him wrong

Dan: yep time to call Betsy

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Jean: listen I’m aroace but if Mothman ever wanted to fuck…..

Laila: shut uP, ShuT UP-

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Aaron: we have to take care of these egg baby’s in my healthcare class *shows eggs with goggly eyes attached*

Andrew, looking it dead in the eyes: eat it. Eat the baby

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Nicky *on the bus*: SCOOBY DOOBY DOO

Matt: WHERE ARE YOU

Neil, from the back: emotional hell

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Jeremy *about some gossip*: omg what a plot twist

Alvarez: that only happens in books

Jeremy: shhh I’m projecting

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Renee: wow, that was great parallel parking, you must have aced your drivers test

Andrew: my what

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*3am on a school night*

Dan: Don’t you think it’s weird that getting lab work done is basically walking into the doctors office and asking them to take your life juice?

Allison: if you don’t shut up and go to sleep I’m calling Wymack

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Neil: I hope Wymack lets me make Jack do the little lad dance for missing practice

Seth: that would bring all the serotonin that I’m missing back into my life tbh

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Andrew: I’m a very slow reader, I should not start a 10K fic at 2:35am

Neil: You going to anyway aren’t you

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Allison *showing Renee a meme*: Why was my first thought when I saw this ‘I should send this to my therapist’

Renee: Because you’re mentally ill, babe

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Andrew: Why make good decisions when arson is an option?

Aaron: Is arson… not a good decision?

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Nicky: okay so how do we let Andrew know that we know he’s gay. I have a few ideas-

Renee: well, we should be subtle-

Nicky, already pulling out a full on rainbow costume: do we /have/ to?

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Allison: is my straightener in your room?

Neil: I don’t think anything in my room is straight but you can check

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Andrew *on a rant about Adam Levine’s voice*: it sounds like he’s been hit in the balls

Wymack, who woke up two minutes ago when he thought someone was breaking into his house at 3:38am: what the fuck

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Neil: My lungs thought it would be funky and fresh to stop working when it is in fact not funky nor fresh

Matt: You just had an asthma attack, can you shut up-

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Aaron: I have therapy today

Kevin, trying to be supportive: that’s hot

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Renee: I love you but your pizza cutting skills are enough to ward off God

Dan, who cut the pizza into squares: yeah that’s fair

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Dedicated to Jess who read these and approved 100% *sorta*

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Part 3? Possibly?? If y’all like it???

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Part 1:

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redorich · 3 years

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In the HermitCanyon au, How is my favorite Bee armored Admin doing? How long does it take for Xisuma to become.. aware of what is happening? For the first few sections it seemed like he was in a coma/unconscious. In the most recent bit Impulse tells Etho to get Xisuma, so at least theoretically he can now move, but how long has it taken him to get there, and where is he on the scale to full recovery? Are the other hermits keeping him safe with rabbit stew? (if they have rabbits that is...)

Part 2 of this.

Etho comes back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face. (At least, Puffy assumes. She can't actually see most of his face because of that mask of his.)

"X is in a bad way today," he says quietly. "I can take Puffy to him if you guys would like to stay here with Zedaph."

Impulse and Tango look nervously at each other. On one hand, they very much would like to stay with Zedaph, who is mostly healed but still very loopy and probably should not be moved. On the other hand, allowing Puffy deep into the Hermits' inner sanctum is a risk in and of itself, let alone with only one Hermit with her. Etho's a good fighter and a wily bastard, but Puffy is most certainly no slouch.

In the end, it comes down to trust. How much can they show Puffy before they can no longer trust that she won't snitch? How sure are they that she won't try to kill them all and steal their stuff?

"Tell Xisuma I said hi," Zedaph warbles from the bed in the corner of the room, out of any window's line of sight.

As Etho presses a button which removes a panel of the wall in a whir of piston noises, Puffy snorts out a little laugh. "I'll be sure to do that."

Tango nods subtly to Impulse. If Puffy brought Zedaph back to the canyon, saved him from a painful respawn, and didn't once ask for anything in return, then the Hermits can trust her at least this much.

Etho leads Puffy through a short hallway into a large circular room with a domed ceiling. The room is mostly quartz, though the walls are lined with sea lanterns and oak leaves. It’s beautiful. This place has been hiding under her feet this whole time?

“This is the Atrium,” Etho says, “or at least the main one. Come on, getting a mule will be more trouble than it’s worth if you’re not carrying anything.”

Puffy is speechless, utterly and profoundly, when Etho takes her through a tunnel on the opposite side of where she entered. It almost looks as though the tunnel here was carved by hand, then completely redone in dirt and grass and vines to give it a secretive, high fantasy look.

“Hey, Etho!” says a dark-haired man with a big smile as he comes trotting out of a branching hallway to the left. “Hey--” He catches sight of Puffy and his smile dissipates into panic. He shouts incoherently and dives back into the hallway he just exited.

“Hey Bdubs,” Etho greets impishly, then turns to Puffy. “Man, it’s like he saw a ghost or something. Maybe Mothman.”

Puffy bleats out a surprised laugh. Up ahead, she spots another Hermit lurking around the corner of the archway Etho is leading her toward.

“Etho,” says a tall blonde woman. “Cleo wants to talk to you about, er...” The blonde woman glances at Puffy. “Her thing,” she finishes lamely.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Would you mind telling Cleo so she doesn’t skin me alive?” Etho says sweetly.

The blonde woman snorts. “Face the music, Mothman. I’ll take care of Puffy from here. I assume you’re taking her to Xisuma?”

Etho wilts. Clearly, whoever this Cleo person is, she’s not someone to piss off. Puffy wonders what Etho did.

“See ya around,” Etho waves, somehow both cheery and morose at the same time, like a funeral for someone nobody liked. Puffy and the blonde woman watch him go.

“My name’s False, by the way,” the blonde woman says. “Thanks for the bandanna. Normally I’d be wearing it, but I just got back from beating up Iskall.”

The woman-- False-- laughs. Puffy is once again taken aback by the idea that the Hermits actually use the items that she makes for them.

False takes off in a brisk walk toward the archway she’d come out of. Jumping a little bit at being torn from her thoughts, Puffy hurries to follow. It’s hard to keep up, since all Puffy wants to do is stare. She must be in the living quarters-- they let her in the living quarters?! Each door matches the high fantasy, underground sort of aesthetic, but a few doors are left open and each one is remarkably different on the inside. One room is built entirely out of red and white concrete, whereas another is Nether-themed with actual fire, and the room down the hall is entirely underwater!

One door is different. It’s got blue-purple banners along the frame, and when False opens the door for Puffy, she can see that the room is made of blackstone bricks. Maps of the Dream SMP line the wall, and in the center of the room there is a mildly ornate table made of warped wood.

At the end of the table in the back of the room, opposite the door, sits a trio. To the left, there is a plain-looking man with a beard and an “at” symbol on his shirt. He speaks in a Southern accent to a man on the right side of the table, who wears a red sweater and twirls a feather between his fingers like the cat that got the canary.

In between the two, at the head of the table, rests someone very unique. He’s obviously tall, that much is obvious even when he’s sitting down. He’s also got mesmerizing purple eyes which glow faintly against the dark of the blackstone. Puffy doesn’t know why, but she gets the feeling that they’re supposed to be glowing much brighter.

As taken by the man’s eyes as she is, Puffy doesn’t notice the non-invasive breathing tube the man also has (a cannula? She doesn’t know what it’s called, but that sounds right) until the man’s gaze falls upon her, still standing in the doorway next to False.

“Oh,” the man says. “You’re not supposed to be here. Welcome.”

False steps forward, breaking Puffy from her trance. “Puffy, this is Xisuma, Joe, and Grian. I’d introduce you to them as well, but... you know.”

“I don’t know-- oh,” Puffy says awkwardly, catching sight of the massive crochet blanket she’d made for the Hermit months ago, draped across Xisuma’s shoulders.

“Why are you here?” Grian asks with a tilted head. “No offense or anything, but I just lost a bet. I had three diamonds on Cub bringing you in here eventually-- he’s the one you usually meet at the barrel, you know.”

False interjects, “I didn’t bring her down here, it was Etho!”

“Shoot,” Joe says. “Cleo wins yet again.”

“It was Zedaph, actually,” Puffy says. All eyes turn to her. “I found him on the surface. He was really injured, so I brought him back here. Impulse and-- Tango? Yeah, Tango-- told Etho to take me down here.”

Puffy uncharacteristically twiddles her fingers a little bit, feeling in over her head. “Uh, you know I’m not gonna tell or anything, so... Why am I here?”

The full weight of Xisuma’s piercing stare falls upon her. Even as fragile as he looks, even as strong as Puffy is, she feels a jolt of apprehension.

“You’d know more about the red vines than we do,” he begins. “Etho mentioned that they’re what hurt Zedaph; he’s mentioned them on multiple occasions, and never in a good way. How long do you think it would take for those vines to reach our village, and what do you think would happen once they do?”

“As far as we’re aware, there are several players who are proponents of the vines, and claim they originate from some sort of egg?” Joe adds. “I’ve had a hard time calculating how big of a mushroom we’d need to make an omelet out of the egg, but apparently most of my fellow Hermits do not in fact want evil eggs on their omelets.”

“And how come the End is inaccessible?” Grian cuts in with a whine. “I want my elytra.”

Xisuma huffs a laugh into the cannula. “As you can see, we have many questions which only a native Dream SMP player like yourself can answer. In the interest of keeping ourselves safe--” he trails off into a coughing fit.

Puffy bites her lip, feeling as though she really shouldn’t be seeing this. Joe rests his hand on Xisuma’s back.

“You give us answers, and we’ll give you diamonds, netherite, whatever you want. And when we move out-- well, it wasn’t much of a secret anyway-- we’ll offer you a safe place with us,” Grian speaks up on Xisuma’s behalf.

A thousand thoughts spin inside Puffy’s head. She feels like Dorothy in that tornado, and Grian’s offer is the Wicked Witch. “Did you guys really save Tommy’s life?” she finds herself asking.

The Hermits seem taken aback.

“The blond kid?” False asks. “Yeah, but he was unconscious the whole time. I think Scar told the kid to keep us a secret, but... I don’t think any of us expected that to actually work.”

Puffy laughs disbelievingly. “He’s the one person on the entire server who keeps insisting that you guys aren’t real.”

“That’s good to hear,” Xisuma says quietly. “Do you have an answer for us, or would you like some time to consider?”

There are a thousand and one variables Puffy needs to think about. What is Dream’s stance on the Hermits? Who will she be setting herself against by allying with the Hermits? What will Puffy have to expect, from both underground and surface-dwelling players alike? Which players can she take in a fight?

Fuck it, she thinks. “You’ve got yourselves a deal.”

Xisuma smiles. Despite his ill condition, she gets the feeling that this nice, mild-mannered man is far more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.

“I’m glad to have you on our side, Puffy,” he says. “Thank you for your help.”

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #captain puffy #ethoslab #zedaphplays #impulsesv #tango tek #xisuma #bdubs #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #iskall85 #joe hills #grian #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #me.cpp #me.txt

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expectingtofly · 3 years

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Claire Novak's (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day

this fic is written for @dean-has-great-taste as part of @starrynightdeancas' gift exchange. thanks sophie for organizing this, it was a lot of fun <33 and i hope you enjoy this, gen!!

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How did Claire find herself joining Dean, Cas, and Jack for an excursion to the mall?

Well.

Cas had texted her yesterday, with an extreme amount of emojis and emoticons that took some time to decipher, asking if she wanted to go shopping with him, Dean, and Jack. Apparently Jack needed new clothes and they needed a gift for Eileen’s birthday coming up, and maybe they could go bowling or something afterwards.

And normally she would’ve said no way because hanging out with old guys was lame and she didn’t like little kids, but she needed an excuse to get out of Jody and Donna’s weekend plans of cleaning out the garage. Plus, Kaia needed to study for a test—she actually enjoyed school, the weirdo—and had requested no distractions.

So that’s how she found herself sitting in the back of the Impala next to a carseat, listening to one of Dean’s old cassette tapes (which wasn’t too bad, but she’d never admit it).

“What’s that?” Jack asked, stretching against his carseat straps to jab at one of the pins Claire wore on her leather jacket.

“It’s the lesbian flag,” she told him. Cas looked back at them from the front seat, smiling.

“This one?” Jack pointed to the rainbow pin on her pocket.

“It’s the pride flag.”

Jack considered that for a moment before announcing, “I want one. And this one.” He pointed to the mothman pin on her lapel, then the big-eyed, green alien. “And this one... and this one, and this one.” (Alex said she had more pins than leather on her jacket, but sue her, she liked making her clothing her own).

Jack, it seemed, also liked… unique clothing. The kid was wearing rain boots even though the sun was out and overalls with embroidered flowers. He dressed weird, there was no way around it. But so did Cas, so there was probably no hope for him, poor kid.

“Okay,” she decided. “I know where to get you some.”

Jack beamed and swung his legs. “Don’t kick the seat,” Dean told him, and Jack pouted at him.

Claire was surprised Dean even let a carseat in his precious Impala. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can we listen to my music?”

Dean started to respond with a “Hell no,” but Cas spoke up first, “Of course.”

Dean spluttered as Claire connected to the bluetooth connector Sam had finally convinced Dean to install. The old man didn’t realize it was the 21st century, apparently.

“I wanna listen to Gaga!” Jack said, leaning over to look at her phone.

At first she thought that was some baby talk, then she realized Jack was into pop music. Ugh. But it would annoy Dean, so...

Leaning in conspiratorially with Jack, she let him scroll through her phone and choose which song to play. When “Born This Way” started filtering through the car, Dean groaned.

“Really?” he asked, sending her a glare in the rearview mirror. Mission accomplished.

Jack clapped along and Cas turned the music up louder. “Great choice, Jack,” he said.

Dean, for all his grumbling, didn’t turn down the music, and Claire caught him glancing at Cas, who tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat. Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile and Claire rolled her eyes. Dude was so whipped.

When they parked at the mall, Cas grabbed Jack’s hand before he could sprint across the parking lot. “You have to look both ways,” he reminded him gently, and Jack nodded.

“Claire’s gonna buy me pins,” he said, jumping onto the curb.

“Yup.” Claire pat her jacket pocket. “Good ol’ credit card fraud.”

“Woah, now,” Dean started to protest.

“You and Sam are the ones who taught me!” Claire reminded him.

“We’ll pay for them,” Cas said, opening the door to the mall. Jack skipped inside, his rain boots squeaking on the tiled floor.

“We’re doing what now?” Dean asked Cas, taking his hand. Gross.

“Come on, Jack,” Claire said, catching up to the toddler. “Let’s go get you some style.” Over her shoulder, she called, “Meet up with you guys later.”

“Have fun!” Cas called.

“Don’t get kidnapped,” Dean added.

As they distanced themselves from the old geezers, Jack grabbed her hand, and Claire startled a little. “Do you like dinosaurs?” he asked.

Someone passing by gave them a smile, and Claire realized people probably thought Jack was her younger brother. She let him hold her hand anyway. “Sure.”

“What’s your favorite? Mine is the bon-ta-sore-us.” He sounded out the word carefully.

“Don’t know. What’s the one with the spiky horns?”

“Ti-ce-a-tops?”

“Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“That’s my second favorite!” He started jumping from one colored tile to the next. “And the T-Rex. That’s Dee’s favorite. And Dad likes the steg-a-sore-us.” He peered up at her. “Did you know he got to see dinosaurs? Right in front of him!”

“You know what that means, right?” He shook his head. “He’s super old. He’s basically a dinosaur himself.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “He’s a dinosaur,” he repeated in a hushed whisper.

“Yup.” Spotting Hot Topical, she headed that way. “You should tell him that.”

Inside the store, Jack let go of her hand to grab a stuffed cat. “Claire! Like yours!”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” So, she still had the Grumpy Cat Cas had bought her. She wasn’t cruel enough to throw it away when the guy was trying so hard to make up for walking around in her dead dad’s body. Plus, the stuffed animal was kinda cute. Not that she was going to tell anyone that.

“Here ya go,” she told Jack, finding a box of pins at the register. She brought the box down to his level and Jack ran over to look inside.

“I want a Doc McStuffins pin,” he said, plunging his hand into the box.

“I don’t know if they have those.”

As they rooted through the box of pins, she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Dean and Cas walking inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.

“I like this store,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes. Among the pleather and black, Cas’ dingy old trench coat—over a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt instead of a suit—and Dean’s ratty flannel and boots only looked more ridiculous. She took it back—even Jack dressed better than them.

“You guys don’t have to be in here,” she told them.

“What, we’re too old?” Dean asked defensively.

“Yeah, actually.”

Cas poked at a toy and it squeaked. God, could they be any more embarrassing?

“Dad!” Jack called, holding out a rainbow pin. “Look, they have soo many.” Cas joined Jack in going through the pins and Claire asked Dean, giving his outfit a meaningful look,

“Was the Army Surplus store too trendy for you?”

“Did they kick you out of Sephora for buying up all the eyeliner?“ Dean shot back.

Touché. In a truce, she held out a pin with the bisexual flag. She wasn’t really sure what Dean identified as, if he even gave it any thought, but guessed it was close enough. “For you.”

Dean rolled his eyes but took it. “I’m not weighing down my jacket with this crap, though.”

“No, ‘course not, that would mean having any sort of style.”

“Can I help you with anything?” asked an employee with two nose rings and jewelry up and down their ears— so cool. Claire saw the way their eyes flicked between them, probably thinking they made a weird group, and she took a step back, trying to silently communicate that yes, she was shopping with them, but no, she was not as lame as them.

“Just looking,” Dean told them.

“I like your drawings,” Jack said and the employee looked down at their arms which were littered with tattoos.

“Thanks.”

“My dad has a drawing. It’s Enochian.”

The employee—Wren, by the name tag—looked at Cas with new respect in their eyes. “Language of the angels. Sick.”

Cas looked pleased. “Thank you. It’s come in handy more than once.”

The employee went back to looking confused and, starting to walk away, told them to call if they needed anything.

“Do you want anything?” Cas asked Claire, and Claire looked through the box. She grabbed a pentagram pin and, seeming to copy her, Jack grabbed another one, clutching several pins already in his fists.

“You like bees, right?” Claire asked Cas, spotting a “Save the Bees” pin. She held it up for him.

Cas’ eyes brightened. “That’s a wonderful message.” He glanced back at Dean and frowned. “Dean, they’re not going to bite.”

Claire looked over to see Dean shying away from a few emo teens. “Look like it,” Dean muttered, joining them. Jack lifted up his hands, asking to be hoisted up. Dean set him on his hip and Jack showed him the pins he’d selected. He held a dinosaur pin to Dean’s collar.

“Do you want one, Dee?”

“He’s too lame,” Claire piped up. Not for the first time, she noticed the healed over piercing mark on Dean’s right ear and pointed to it. “Looks like he used to be cool, though.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Dean said dryly. His hand went to his earlobe. “Pierced it myself, in high school.”

“I think you’re still cool,” Cas told him, and Claire fake-gagged, making Jack giggle.

Cas took the pins to the cash register where Wren rang them up. Dean added the bisexual flag pin and Claire threw in a pair of spiky earrings, because, hey, they were paying.

“15.36,” Wren told them, dropping the pins into a bag.

“My dad’s a dinosaur,” Jack told them, trying to see over the edge of the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow, Cas looked surprised, and Claire stifled a laugh.

“Claire, help me,” Jack said, grabbing the bag from Cas as they exited the store. Moving to the side, Claire helped him attach the pins to his overalls. A smiley face, a pride flag, a grinning Stitch, a sunflower, a dinosaur, and the pentagram. The pins clacked as Jack tugged at his overalls, trying to look at them all. Overall, a chaotic look, but it kinda matched his vibe.

“Lookin’ good,” she told him, and Jack beamed.

“I’m like you!”

Alright, she wouldn’t take it that far, but, “Yeah, close enough.”

Cas attached the “Save the Bees” pins to his trench coat pocket and it ended up crooked. Rolling her eyes, Claire said, “Let me.”

She reattached the pin and stepping back to look it over, decided, “You could actually make that coat look cool if you added more stuff to it.”

Cas looked down at himself. “Thank you.”

“Nothing’s gonna save that sweatshirt, though.” Couldn’t let his ego get too big.

“Dean said he liked it,” Cas said, glancing back at Dean, who was shooting an evil eye at Claire. He quickly wiped it off his face and draped an arm over Cas’ shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s uh… Charming.” He guided Cas away from Claire. “Don’t listen to her, she still thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”

“Screw you, old man,” she called. Jack skipped after them and she checked her phone to see Kaia had texted her: How’s everything going? They drive you crazy yet?

They’re so weird, she texted back. Then she added, They’re not too bad.

“Come on, Jack,” she said, hurrying to catch up with him, Dean, and Cas. “Let’s go get our ears pierced.”

“Yay!” Jack cheered. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the mall.

“Woah, woah, you’re not doing that,” Dean protested like the wet blanket he was.

“You can get yours pierced too,” Claire told him, and he faltered,

“I don’t want, we’re not—“

“You know you want to.” She let Jack lead her away and Dean called after them,

“We're never bringing you shopping again!”

Grinning, she turned to shout over her shoulder, “You know you love me!”

#starrynightdeancas gift exchange #established dean/cas #claire novak #toddler jack #dadstiel #fic #spn #expectingtoflywrites #im gonna post this on ao3 as soon as i figure out a summary lol

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Stories of Paris

Part Three

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Dick stared at the photos on Bruce’s desk. He had been rummaging around desk in his office to find where Bruce had hidden his report. But he had gotten distracted by the photo’s had put on display. A bittersweet smile danced across his face at the sight of Martha and Thomas with a small Bruce. Warmth filled him viewing the one of him, Alfred and Bruce shortly after he arrived at the Manor. The third one. That one confused him though. It featured a young Bruce with a teenage girl dusted in flour smiling doing “ninja moves” in the kitchen.

For as long as Dick had known, Bruce had a permanent ban since forever of even entering the kitchen. He had obviously been baking IN THE KITCHEN without burning the place down. It frazzled his mind about that. Looking closer at the girl, Dick didn't recognise her at all.

Dick could place most of the Gotham socialites which Bruce knew and grew up with. He knew Oliver who Bruce had a friendly rivalry with from school. He was aware of the key people Bruce interacted with at W.E and in the JL.

This girl didn't fit into any of these categories. He couldn't place her at all. To have a photo of her, meant she was important.... and he knew her around his parents' death. So, who was she?

A polite cough brought Dick out of his thoughts to find Alfred staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I, I was looking for something Bruce left on his desk. Honest. No pranks either! Promise!" Dick rushed out, looking guiltily at Alfred.

"Is that the case indeed, Master Dick? I would suggest that instead then to wait until Master Bruce's home and he might be able to help you find it"

Dick knew that Alfred was subtly warning him to give up the search to avoid trouble. Dick needed a different tactic to distract Alfred to buy himself maybe a little more time to finish his quest maybe… hopefully…

"Alfred. Do you know who the girl in this picture is? I've not seen her before and it's odd!"

"Many things are odd in Master Bruces life, but I think you should ask Master Bruce that specific question Master Dick. It is the photo he chose to frame not I."

Alfred did pause at the photo and gently smile. It was clear to Dick that Alfred knew this mysterious person and was also fond of them. It was also clear that Alfred wasn't going to provide the answer.

"I suggest Master Dick we should leave the study for today and head back into the main Manor for some tea.”

Looks like his search was going to have to pause for the moment.

......

It was later that week when Dick finally found an opportunity to bring up the photo on his desk. Much to Dick's surprise Bruce lit up like a Christmas tree. He's whole demeanour softened and lost the harden edges and he, Bruce ‘I am darkness, I am the night’ himself, GUSHED.

"That picture is of Mari. She was my 'babysitter' so Alfred could get breaks.” Bruce rolled his eyes at the babysitter comment, but he did gain a soft smile. “She was amazing. Mari really helped me start to grieve shortly after my parents' death. The photo reminds me of her telling me stories of Paris while baking cookies. Where it all started."

"How come she never visits, and I've not met her?!" Dick pouted. Bruce talking so fondly of her, it was weird. The permanent cloud of gloom he usually shrouded himself in had gone.

"She's a busy woman running a company, finding time for visits is hard. We regularly talk on the phone though."

"Oh" Dick felt slightly dejected. This woman was clearly important to Bruce, but he never introduced her to him or vice versa in all the years he'd been living with Bruce. Also, the 'where it started' was oddly cryptic too.

"Next time she calls we can see if we can face time so you can meet her. I'd always wanted to introduce you in person. Have I ever told you about the time Mari and I got into a bet about who could decorate the most gargoyles on WE?"

"Nooo..." Dick replies cautiously.

“It’s how ‘Pinkie’ got his name and why you can still see bits of pink glitter on him. I’m still not sure what glue she used especially to be so effective...”

That evening Bruce told Dick these ridiculous tales of the mischief he and Mari got up too while Alfred wasn't there. It was hard to comprehend but for the first time in 5 years Dick saw a different lighter side to Bruce.

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Jason was curled up in 'his spot' in the library. It would catch the afternoon sun and create a warm blanket-esque feel. Like time pauses to allow him to escape reality. Today, instead of reading a classic, he was reading through a worn diary-like book he'd found while searching for a new Dickens to read.

The book was handwritten and almost childlike in style and language which intrigued the curious boy. It took a few pages to realise that this was likely to have been written by Bruce when he was younger. Maybe a similar age to Jason. The book read like a cross between a diary and writing a story. Some of the things a young Bruce was putting to paper were too weird to be true. A baby turning giant as wanted a lollipop?! A crocodile turning into a dragon?! Maybe Bruce wanted to be a writer when he grew up before he had decided on being a vigilante and CEO. The man was odd enough that it was a possibility. Jason did enjoy the heroes that were in the book. They seemed to learn on the job and didn't have an adult to boss them about and were powered by mini gods. So surreal.

Jason spent the afternoon devouring the stories of a young Bruce.

It was Sunday, and Alfred insisted on family dinner, Jason decided to teased Dick about if he got emotional, he would turn into more of a fashion disaster like an Akuma. Dick looked at the younger boy in confusion and Bruce paused.

"Where'd you hear that Jason?"

"In the book in the library B. You could have made a fortune with those stories. When'd'ya stop wanting to be a writer?"

"Book…" suddenly it clicked together in Bruce's head, and he smiled. "Those stories weren't mine. They were Mari's. She used to tell me all about what happened in Paris before she came to Gotham to study for a few years."

He softened, as he reminisced about the stories she told him. The adventures she described. He knew in hindsight she glossed over the horrors she'd experienced. She never hid them as such, just never went into the details. He now knew he saw it in her eyes, the misting over and faraway look reliving the pain, when she referred to the incidents.

Jason looked over to Dick for guidance. He'd never seen or heard Bruce act this way. It was weirding him out.

"Mari? As in Mari from *the photo*? Stories? You mean the kitchen antics you both got up to?" Dick asked, taking the lead from Jason. Even though Dick occasionally talked to her on the phone, he still couldn't really place her or understand that someone who was so physically distant had such an effect on Bruce. She seemed nice enough but the strength of Bruces attachment was odd.

"The photo?" Jason tilted his head in confusion. The Manor was filled with photos and knick-knacks. To know which one Dick was referring to specifically was a mystery. Jason was lost by Dick’s conversation direction.

"Yeah, Bruce has one of her on his desk. Like he has of us."

"Mari is family. Of course I'll have her photo on display. She was the one who taught me about found family. That I didn't need to be alone once after my parents, that I could choose my family. Why I *chose* you two. I had forgotten that I had written her stories down."

It was Dicks turned to looked at Bruce confusedly before glancing to Jason for clarification.

“I found an old book in the library which B had written. It’s about heroes and gods saving Paris from the original Mothman. B, well I guess, Mari, is an amazing storyteller. The whole story is so surreal. A new take on Alice in Wonderland sort of thing, Mothman created evil butterflies, Akuma, who took over a civilian and turned them into fashion disaster monsters which the heroes banding godlike powers had to defeat to save them!

The Akuma were forced into worse fashion than you voluntarily wear, Dick.”

Jason stuck his tongue out at his elder “brother” with his finally comment.

“Did I not tell you Mari’s stories that she told me when I was younger Dick?” Bruce butted in before the boys devolved into an argument about fashion. He really didn’t need to hear it when he got enough ribbing from Mari about some of the suits he’d worn to gala’s, he quite like not hearing more fashion “critique” at home.

“No Bruce!!! You’ve not told me about them!! I only found out about Mari by stumbling on her photo?! You claim she’s family, but you don’t seem willing to share her!” jabbed Dick. This woman was still a mystery to Dick (and now Jason) as to how she was so important to Bruce but was kept at arms-length from them.

With Dick’s reaction and Jason’s curiosity, Bruce after dinner took the book Jason had discovered and retold some of the stories of Paris Mari had told him. About the times she had taken him to ComicCon and had made them their cosplay outfits and maybe the small scene they had caused resulting in them being banned.

He also ended up having to promise the pair that next time she called they could get to talk to her. Jason was desperate to know more about Mari’s stories.

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Tim was rather animated at the dinner table this particular evening, Bruce noted. He was talking passionately about the meeting that had occurred in Bruce’s absence (thank you very much Riddler!!) which was highly unusual. Tim was trying to convince Bruce that they ‘needed’ to bring their European director to Gotham.

“She was *amazing* Bruce”, Tim stated with stars in his eyes, “I know it's all done by video conference and all. But her glare. It was such a bat worthy glare!! Every time the board members here tried to talk over me, she’d glare and call them out. It made them shut up. Every time they tried after that she’d raise an eyebrow they’d stop. It was just like Alfreds! And she listened to my ideas and then worked with me on how to adapt them to make it more profitable AS WELL as humanitarian. She didn’t treat me like a kid. Plus, all the statistics and reports show that Europe is W.E. best performing region. Please… please… pleeeaasseeeeeee Bruce can we get her to visit and like teach me her magic ways!”

“Tt - you’re begging behaviour Drake is a disgrace. It’s no wonder the board don’t take you seriously.”

Jason looked across to Dick and raised his eyebrow. Watching the Pretender and Demon Spawn verbal spar was the norm but seeing the Pretender beg at B was not what he expected when Dick had “insisted” that he visit for dinner for Alfred. Still, it was free entertainment alongside Alfred cooking.

“Her glares better than Batmans.” That seem to catch Bruce attention properly from the boy’s verbal jabs, “Who did you say was represent Europe at this meeting?”

“Ms DC? The European Director. Or that’s who she introduced herself as.”

The grin that Bruce gained was unnerving to those at the table which Alfred raised his eyebrow at. It was eerily like Damian’s when he is plotting their ‘downfalls’.

“I see that you met Ms Marinette then Master Timothy. It has been a while since she has visited. I would agree with your assessment Master Timothy for her to visit, but not for work, Master Bruce, I think I will get in contact to arrange for her to stay with us. She deserves a break from the chaos you cause her with W.E. As well as a proper introduction to your children you so regularly ask her opinions on, yet still seem to ignore her sound advice.”

Dick slammed his hands on the table. “WHAT!! You’re talking about MARI!! Bruce’s mysterious family?! The business you fob off me off originally was YOUR business!!! YOUR COMPANY!!! And Timmy got to meet her properly before ALL of us!! What the... Bruce!!!!!!!!”

Tim and Damian looked at each other in surprise at Dicks unexpected outburst.

“What mysterious family are you referring to Grayson? I am his family.... as well as you stray’s he has collected I suppose.” Damian gritted out.

“What Dickiebird is talking about Demon Spawn, is the reason we’re all here. Mari was his babysitter and introduced him to found family and like got him being semi human when he was younger. Bet he’s the train wreck of a person because she left.”

“Jason!” Bruce scolded, “Mari didn’t leave. She lived over here for years after finishing her studies. She took over the European office as a favour for me and to be closer to her husband. Apart from Alfred, she was my family after my parents died. You will not speak ill of her. She *is* family!”

Bruce looked over his chaotic children trying to decide if inviting Marinette over would be a wise idea after all. He hadn’t planned to let it get so far out of hand. He honestly thought he would introduce them much sooner than he had. But juggling being CEO (admittedly she had helped him so much with it), Batman (again she had assisted in training and sometimes as a sounding board), being a father to the rabble before him (who he regularly called to regale some amazing proud parent feat to her about or for parenting advice... which he may be a bit selective on actioning) he never found time to physically introduce her.

He spoke to her all the time that it sort have always slipped his mind that the boy’s may want to meet her properly. He knew Jason semi regularly was in contact with her after stealing her number from his phone when he first discovered her. It always slipped his mind Dick never did that. And given the workload that he might inadvertently ladened on her she probably didn’t have the time either. Especially if she took leave, it was to spend with her Parisian family. Maybe Alfred had a point.

“Alfred. I believe you are right. Mari is a gem that has dealt with a lot. Please contact her to arrange a trip over. I wish you all of Tikki’s blessings in trying to convince her to stay at the Manor rather than at a hotel. Oh, ensure that she uses our private jet, I do not want to inconvenience her at all. Also extend the invite to Kim. I know the pool isn’t up to his usual standards, but he’ll still have full access to the gym if he would like to attend.”

“Of course, Master Bruce.”

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feralaot · 3 years

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

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dannys-phantoms · 3 years

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Doorways

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