#and sometimes when people drop things into the lake or they are just touching the water she snatches them for him and her so he can start

[cranberrymoons]

i can take you higher

prompt: charm ✨ (@steddiemicrofic) word count: 548 rating: t tags: smoking, post S2, mild h/c, touch-starved steve title from seminal steve harrington identification song: "i'm on fire" by bruce springsteen

Behind Steve’s house is the woods, and behind that is a river, and on the other side of that there’s a quarry. 

When he was sixteen years old, they pulled a body out of the lake that sits at the bottom of it. It’s not really a lake, and the body wasn’t really a body after all, but he thinks sometimes that everything in his life hinged on that moment. A boy he didn’t know, and a body that wasn’t a body, and the river behind his house emptying into a lake that wasn’t a lake.

“I just wish there was a way to go back to before,” he’s saying, laying on the shore of the lake that isn’t a lake, passing a joint back and forth with the town drug dealer because– why not. “Like some sort of spell, or– or charm that could zap me back to when everything was normal.”

Eddie Munson. What Eddie Munson says, squinting at him through the dark as he exhales a hazy cloud of smoke, is:

“You’re a weird dude, Harrington. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Steve sighs, sitting up on his elbows to accept the joint. “Yeah. A few times.”

“And you’re high as hell right now, and you’re not making any sense.”

Again, “Yeah.” He inhales, holds it in for a beat, blows smoke up toward the stars. “Sorry.”

He wonders if he’ll ever stop apologizing, and then he wonders why he seems to do it so often. To Nancy, to Dustin, to Jonathan, and now, of all people, to–

Eddie snorts. “Don’t be,” he says. “I’m the one who got you high, remember?”

Steve feels something run through him, but his brain is too foggy to figure it out. He drops back to lay down again, and when he does, his head lands on Eddie’s stomach. Eddie makes a quiet sound, breath sucking in sharp, but then his hand settles on Steve’s head, threading through his hair, and it’s been… days? weeks? since anyone has touched him without their hand curled into a fist.

The air is cool, and Eddie’s hands are warm, and Steve lets his eyes fall shut; if he were less high than he is, he’d probably be embarrassed by the fact that his throat goes a little tight. 

“Anyway, I don’t think you need some sort of magic time travel spell,” Eddie says after a long moment, quiet voice cresting through the buzz in Steve’s brain. “Or– if you do, then so do I. But life doesn’t really work that way.”

Steve turns his head to stare up at him, and Eddie’s hand shifts with him, moving around to cradle the back of his skull. He smells good, too, like laundry and cigarettes and an underlying third thing that starts up an itch in the back of Steve’s skull and makes him want to reach out and taste, to see if his tongue can follow it over his skin and into his mouth.

“What do I need, then?” he asks, because the only other thing in his brain is hands and fingers and the warmth of another person’s body under his cheek. 

Eddie blinks at him, frowning slightly. “Time?” he suggests. “Maybe you just need time, and someone who will get you high.”

[also on ao3]

#farah i consulted your map to make sure the quarry placement made sense; love u #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicroficseptember #my fic #steddie fic #steddiemicrofic

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my February 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Remember Me Fondly by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis (73k)

“You’ve told the beginning of the story so many times. I want to hear the end.”Louis laughed, scratching at his chin. “I can’t say I really know when the end happened.”“How about the tour of ninety-five?”“Alright.” Louis took a deep breath. “But it took a few steps to get there. What would you like to know?”Penny cleared her throat.“How did you first meet Harry Styles?” Grunge legends Fearless Doe topped the rock charts in the ‘90s, but they spent the decade kicking Smudge off their heels. From lawsuits to jaw-dropping scandals and a surprising joint world tour, the two bands share a complicated history.

Twenty-five years later, frontmen Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are finally ready to sit down and tell the world their two sides of the same story.

Truth may vary.

I Would Know You From Touch Alone by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (72k)

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone.

Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain.

It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.

or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

A Yuzu Grows in Brooklyn by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (66k)

Harry is a recent implant in new york and a young chef opening a restaurant called yuzu. louis, a music teacher and broadway lover, has been around the block for a while. in a city that's so fast-paced, they're slow to catch on to each other.

Ferricadooza! by suspendrs / @suspendrs (65k)

Harry can’t even fathom the idea of surrendering; he’d fight ‘til he died, if he had to, anything to keep from surrendering.

Or, the year is 1963, homosexuality is illegal in the UK, Louis owns a gay bar, and Harry’s an underground boxing champion with an unfortunate enemy.

The Recklessness in Water by LarryOn (50k)

Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

Passing By by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow (48k)

Sometimes, people are in each other's lives just for the briefest of moments. They meet and then go their separate ways because being vulnerable is scary and it might be easier to not let anybody else in. But some people aren’t meant to be just passing by. Maybe when they open their eyes, they can learn things about themselves they haven’t known before. If they let their hearts speak they will find a way to be together.

Or the one where Harry doesn't even know he's into guys until he meets Louis on a boat trip. There's something more to their friendship but it ain't gonna be smooth sailing.

Rivers 'Til i Reach You by embodied (29k)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.   AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

You Promised Forever by indierection (amandamoraisa) (21k)

[Harry wants a baby. Louis wanted a baby. Now he's not so sure.]

Of course they've always wanted to have kids, even as young as they were in 2012. But it's only ten years later, when they've been married for already three and One Direction is no longer together, that Harry and Louis will finally get to start their own family. Or at least that's what they thought, because Louis suddenly feels the pressure of fatherhood on his shoulders as he realizes he has to be responsible for another human being; and if that's not terrifying he doesn't know what it is. He is, in fact, having these sudden panic attacks when he thinks too much about the future. Yet, Louis just sucks it up because he's losing his mind, but Harry has already to much on his. Besides, in the end they are fireproof. Aren't they?

The Sunshine Stays by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird (15k)

It's three years after One Direction got back together, and Harry and Louis have just come off a world tour. They're enjoying a much more relaxed schedule the second time around, allowing themselves to bask in married life. Until, one day, Louis surprises Harry on vacation, and there are some surprising consequences.

#28th appreciation #february fic rec #larry fic rec #fic rec #monthly fic rec #hlcreators #read #2024 fic rec #february 2024 fic rec

[its-wabby-stuff]

By the Side of the Black Lake

I can’t remember how I found the lake, or when. But it was instantly mesmerizing.

The surface lay completely still, bordered by rocks on the east side and a glassy beach of soft sand on the west. There were no waves, no tide, I wasn’t even sure if it was water.

Just a black ink that spread out, shaped by the land, completely opaque. It didn’t feel natural, but it looked beautiful.

I could sit on the lake side for hours, just admiring it and it’s intensity. I wouldn’t dare to touch it. Things this peculiar in nature always came with some horrific price. A temperature hot enough to boil you alive, or completely melt the flesh off bones. (Like the sulphur springs in Yellowstone, except this didn’t smell of rotting eggs).

Things had been dropped into the lake before, but the surface was so dark, you would never be able to tell what happened to it. It would just disappear into the darkness. Things could float on the surface but the patterns never matched any typical current, it moved at its own leisure, as if the lake was playing with it. But just like everything else, it would eventually sink into the depths.

Sometimes things would wash up on shore, bones of birds and animals that had tried to swim. Unsettling to say the least.

Some believed the lake was cursed, but I was never one to believe in magic. Still, it was hard to shake that the lake felt- alive. It could feel happy and sad and angry, and the environment and the surface of the lake acted on these. Unpredictable as ever.

I was afraid. There were so many uncertainties visiting a lake like this. But it was practically impossible to ignore the strange comfort I got staring into the darkness, pondering its depths, and admiring its beauty.

Curiosity’s temptation always calls until it receives an answer.

I found myself visiting more and more frequently, and spending more and more time amongst the quiet solitude of the lake, although I never felt alone. It became a habit to visit the lake everyday. I’d bring a blanket and set up atop one of the rocks that presented the best view. I’d sketch, read, nap. I’d watch people come by with their own stories. They’d leave things for the lake. Throw things into the lake. Walk around the border. I’d hum and sing and whisper conversations to myself. It felt like someone was listening, and conversations with myself and some distant party became common.

I wanted to share ideas and stories and life, until speaking out loud became less to help myself understand and more for someone else to listen to.

I was always so careful to clean up after myself. Not leave anything behind. I didn’t want to upse- I didn’t want to lose something I might regret letting go of. But I guess I was distracted, lost in my head, and I forgot.

I only realized that I had when I went to visit the lake the next day. It was missing. I must’ve left it behind. I looked everywhere for it. Even places I had never actually visited by the lakeside. I searched and searched til the sun started to set.

I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps the lake had- no that’s impossible. The lake couldn’t have taken it. It’s up on the rocks. So someone else- but there was no one else around. I couldn’t have lost it.

Even if it didn’t have much monetary value, I had spent weeks by the lake side using it, and it didn’t feel right to not have it. I can’t believe I lost it, and I couldn’t help but cry at my own incompetence.

I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten to the edge until it was too late, and one misstep caused me to fall into the lake. I only had a second to catch a breath before I was submerged into the darkness.

In moments that catch you off guard you find yourself doing things you never would’ve before. And I opened my eyes, not like it helped since I couldn’t see anything. I had no idea where I was and no sense of direction. The surface was missing, and panic began to settle deeper within me.

My mind began to focus on my breath, or the lack of breath. I hadn’t been ready to be submerged, and I could feel the choke hold my lungs had on me, begging me for more air. Air I couldn’t give it.

Was this it? Was this where I was to die. I suppose it could be worse. My flesh could be melting off my body, but the darkness was surprisingly tame. I wouldn’t say cold just as much as I wouldn’t say hot. It was- comforting. Like being held. And the darkness seemed to wrap itself around me. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to help, or trying to push me further down. But I was unwelcome either way.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath, but maybe there was no point holding onto something I couldn’t control. Maybe I should just-

Two massive orange- um- eyes appeared before me. One with a slash straight through. I swam backward, startled. What was this thing? Some sort of lake creature? I wasn’t even aware anything lived inside. I thought- this must be what eats the creatures that get stuck.

They got closer, and I tried moving away, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move, and the tugging and flailing of my arms was only met with resistance. The glowing eyes circled me, settling behind me and than looked up. Up! That was the surface!

I swam up as fast as I could, following the refracting orange light all the way. My lungs longed for another breath. I could feel it leaping in anticipating until finally, I breached the surface and gasped for air in a fit of coughs. Quickly, I swam toward the beach, pulling myself completely out of the lake and a little extra for good measure.

It was dark now, the final glitter of the sun settling behind the mountain. All the beauty the lake offered by day as an oddity left when given the dark abyssal nature it had by night. It looked as if nothing was there. As of the universe itself ended in this very spot.

I pulled my knees up to my chest as I tried to get myself to move. A wave brushed itself on the sand, over and over until something was left on the beach.

That was mine. What I’d been searching for! I found it or- it was returned to me. I looked out over the lake again. Quiet and still as ever.

———————-

I don’t know how comfortable @somerandomdudelmao is with fanfiction of their own persona, but the very intriguing idea of a sentient, completely black lake divined me with inspiration and I had to write out an idea. I tried to keep it mysterious in nature because I have a lot of unknown variables. I also wanted people to put themselves in these shoes, so this isn’t about me per se. I wanted the lake to be as inspiring as it is mysterious, trying to embody a bit of Cass in it.

#story time #the black lake #wabbystuffpost #long post #short story #open ended #Cass dropped more sona lore and I wanted to take advantage of it #y/n perspective #thanks for being inspiring #ideas breed more ideas #mysterious #story prompt #sentient lake

[forasecondtherewedwon]

a tall, tall tale no one believes

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Sally/Poseidon Rating: M Word Count: 875

Summary: How do I feel? she asked, and he told her, weak in all his strength, Wet.

Sally can’t sink, which is a strange trade-off for raising her little boy alone, but it’s just a fact of her life. The ocean bears her up. At the cottage, she rinses vegetables in a colander in the sink and, if her hands dip in to agitate some brussels sprouts, the water floats them to the top, refusing to sieve through the holes, refusing physics, cradling the back of her hands. Her fingertips never prune.

It’s the same in her apartment’s bathtub, the Finger Lakes, the model boat pond in Central Park. Percy isn’t sure about it, only four, but she helps him set his boat on the still water. The moment Sally slips her hand beneath the surface, a current propels the boat along. Her son is surprised and delighted. She wonders whether Poseidon can see, whether the water is a two-way glass, whether he feels any paternal instincts that aren’t too supernatural to put in a parenting book. Regardless, it makes her smile to watch them playing together at the park, the sunshine on Percy’s hair.

She teaches him about it: how wild water and domestic water touch. About rain and rivers, aquifers and Arctic thaw, treatment plants and tap water. How it’s all connected, like her and him. She rubs her thumb across his freckled cheek. All one thing that will always find its way back to each other, to the ocean. Those concepts are so bound up, but Sally doesn’t tell him, not yet. Instead, she laughs when Percy puts his ear to the closed tap and claims he can hear the ocean. Sally, unsinkable, would believe him in a heartbeat, except that he’s giggling the whole time. She tells him, Well, it’s time for bed. Try not to get any perch caught in your toothbrush. He’s at an age now where his end of their make-believe will drop away unexpectedly. Those are freshwater fish, Percy corrects. Her mistake.

Older, and he’s at school. The bathroom is unbeatable for oasis per square foot; it’s where she goes when the apartment is loud, or quiet, or it’s pouring and she’s in a mood that makes her afraid of what the people in the building across from hers will think if she climbs out onto the fire escape and gets too friendly with the rain. In the shower, where the water came from the ocean, sometime, someway, somehow, Sally makes it cry down her body before it returns to his domain. Remember me? is the question she doesn’t speak aloud. Her boyfriend keeps complaining to the super that the pressure’s for shit, that the spray is cloudy, that he gets out of the shower grimier than when he got in. But water pours clear as glass from the head and runs over Sally’s closed eyelids, her parted lips. It’s her lover on her skin, and sometimes she feels crazy for thinking it, but then the water streams along the blue veins visible on the pale parts of her breasts that were (usually) covered during their long summer at the beach, and traces the grooves of stretchmarks in her stomach and thighs, and she’s sure that he’s tracing her, her lines that wind like rivers, her body of water.

She remembers being pregnant with Percy. Back to the cottage, the shoreline in the fog, her hands in the kitchen sink. Oh, she would wade into the shallow water and ache for Poseidon. Her clothes discarded on the sand, Sally would hold her buoyant belly and understand what it felt like to be bigger than the skin that held her. Was that how he felt, when he was there? The size and shape of a man, but so much more? And less? Contained in one form, and then—she would stroke the place where Percy kicked—another.

She remembers before she got pregnant. How do I feel? she asked, and he told her, weak in all his strength, Wet.

Fire and water don’t go together, and that seems cruel, because she’s always sitting in the rain when she misses him most. Matches often won’t stay lit long enough for her to touch them to an offering. Tic Tacs from her purse stick together in her palm as their coating dissolves. A partially eaten granola bar Percy left in her coat pocket goes soggy as its silvery wrapper fizzles away from the weak flame. Cruelest, the toast she burnt by accident in the toaster refuses to catch as she dances fire along the crust on purpose. Some days, it’s more than she feels able to bear.

When she wants to, Sally can dive deep. Down there, it feels like she’s holding her breath longer than most people—most humans—can. It could just be her imagination. She’s not a god.

Water, for her, will never wash things away. It’s a tide, seemingly made up of equal comings and goings at first, but drawing everything in eventually. Her floating is an uninsurable chronic condition. Sally isn’t complaining, she just has to wonder sometimes. About fate. About the urge she has to cup her hands at the mouth of a downspout and splash her face with the draining water. To make him touch her as he passes through.

#my writing #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJatO #Sally Jackson #Poseidon #Percy Jackson #Sally x Poseidon #Percy Jackson fic #PJO fic

[sporelings-au]

(Short little oneshot.)

Talking To The Wind

Grian admits she’s never seen much green nor much of the forest. And Scar decides that won’t do.

-

Scar took their hands and lead them down the path. The green leaves shining in the afternoon sun. Scar was laughing as Doc had to dunk under the branches of pink flowers. Mother Spore was looking around at everything. She had never been this deep into the green area. She only ever got to the market place.

The ground was a dirt path between moss and grass. Scar grinned as he ran into the small clearing between trees. They watched as his hands glowed green and flowers started to grow. The grass hoppers jumping around as the ground moved.

Turning back to them, Scar took her hand and lead them pas the clearing and too a small lake area. And made a ‘shush’ motion to her as they peered past the reeds. There was small water fairies, Scar gently pulled Doc down with him. Pointing out for them to see a nymph jumping out of the water and diving back under.

Doc was in awe as was Mother Spore, watching the creatures go about their day. One making sure not to touch the plants as she watched the fairies make water fountains for fun of it. Before they flew off giggling to each other.

Scar grinned and pulled up Doc by his arm and yanked him along now. Mother Spore found herself smiling as she got up and followed them. Scar easily flitted through the trees, swinging over a branch and over the small creek.

He turned to them as Mother Spore daintily stepped over the water. Doc however seemed determined to do what Scar had. Only the tree had other ideas and when be swing, it decided to pull up making him drop into the water with a grunt.

Scar was laughing as Mother Spore giggled into her hand. Doc say there his fur a little wet and glaring at the large tree.

Helping the larger man up, Scar moved some of the sunlight rays to help dry Doc off. Giving to him a teasing smile, as the goat man stared back with wide eyes. He hadn’t noticed how Scar’s face had small glittering freckles on it.

They eventually moved on as Mother Spore nudged her husband. A smirking smile on her face as he looked very embarrassed. They followed Scar to the creeks end where it lead into a large open area. The late sun casting its orange glow over the field of many flowers.

Mother Spore’s eyes were wide as she looked at the many colors around them. Reaching out to one of the flowers. Her fingers brushed over the soft petals, and she watched as it turned black and withered away. Her smile slowly fell with some hurt in her eyes.

A hand touched hers, as she looked as Scar touched the dead flower. And it slowly perked back up, and the color returned the life to it. Her dark colored eyes looked at his green eyes, and he gave her a gentle smile.

Her face had a soft purple flush to it. As Scar looked away and waved to the wind nymphs passing by. Their breeze ruffling the loose petals into the air. Forming a female figure as she waved to the group. Doc and Mother Spore waved back as she faded into the wind.

Doc put an arm around his wife, watching the wind move the golden fields of many colors. Scar got them some apples down from the trees, as he petted the branch of the tree, watching as it rose it’s branch back up.

Mother Spore looked at the fruit in her hands, and some of the edges of blackness near her fingers. She quickly ate some of it though. And savored the sweet taste in her mouth. Her eyes felt like they were stinging, she smothered down the tears.

Looking out over the fields and to the mountains ahead. She just…

Had never seen so much green life before.

Nor met someone who seemed to willing to share it like Scar. The same man who tries to destroy her home was her is giving of his own. She guessed this was why people followed him so easily. He was very sweet under that evil grin he sometimes gave.

But Doc had said the same thing about her once.

im just... sobbing, currently curled up into a little ball and weeping

JADEEE 😭😭😭 WHY DID U HIT ME WITH THE FEELSSS WAHH THIS IS SO PRECIOUS I CANT- I JUST CANT, MY HEART IS TOO FULL

the way doc just falls into the water and glaring at the tree branch, and then scardoc moment with m.spore teasing doc about it

and and the little interaction with grian and scar with the flower is just so sweet💜💜💜

also the last comment about how doc had the same reaction to m.spore as m.spore to scar now and and- just everything is so sweet and perfect 💜💜💜💜💜

thank u jade for another awesome fic, i love it so so much!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

#sporelings au #fic #asks #thanks jade #for writing all of this #💜💜💜💜

[steddieas-shegoes]

I’ve seen a few really incredible headcanons and fics about Steve’s fear of water after everything and they are so important because they have all so accurately and beautifully covered the reality of dealing with actual PTSD and specific trauma that manifests in ways that may not make sense in the grand scheme of things (though to me it does make complete sense)

But I haven’t seen (and please share if you have because I’m desperately trying to find something) anything related to Eddie’s fear of water after everything

Like he didn’t even seem to be a fan of it before everything! And then he had to jump into a lake he knew could probably kill him to try to save people he barely knew after witnessing someone fucking die over it??? His introduction to the upside down was through a gate at the bottom of a lake!!! That man is traumatized!!!

But I do feel like it manifests differently for him and much later. Like initially he’s fine. He has no trouble with touching water, showering, even goes swimming in Steve’s pool with the kids when his stitches come out and he gets cleared by the doctors. He’s fine for so long, he kind of just assumes he’s got a “normal” trauma for everything.

But then it starts raining one night when he’s walking with Steve and Robin. And the way the rain falls feels so heavy and cold, he’s immediately taken back to the bats trying to eat him alive. It’s dark enough that the rain glows the same way the dust in the upside down does. He has a panic attack that takes both Steve and Robin sitting down on the pavement and talking him through it, breathing with him, touching him so he knows he can still feel them.

After that, he doesn’t go back in the pool; it’s too cold even in the middle of summer when it should be a relief. He doesn’t go outside if there’s even a chance of rain; he can’t feel the drops hit his skin or he’ll have another panic attack. He doesn’t take baths, and takes the fastest shower he possibly can; both feel too much like the pool or the rain. He doesn’t even wash his hands the way you’re supposed to, hating the lingering moisture even after he’s dried his hands so hard he rubs his skin raw.

It probably takes YEARS for him to move past any of it, and he never completely does. All it takes some days is hearing rain hit the roof of the trailer and he’s getting flashbacks that keep him frozen for hours.

But he isn’t alone.

Steve helps the most because he has his own shit to work through. Robin helps them both.

The kids help in the only ways they really know how: distractions. But he appreciates them for it all the same.

Nancy does research. Finds books about psychology and exposure therapy, which is a new science that hasn’t had nearly enough research but is worth a shot.

Jonathan and Argyle give him their best weed when he’s gone through exposure therapy with Nancy, stating that he deserves it for being brave enough to try pushing himself like that.

He’s probably never going to not flinch when it starts to rain, and he may never fully relax in the pool, sometimes the shower might turn into a quick rinse instead of a full wash, but he does get better.

#eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #Eddie is also scared of water #idk I just read a really beautiful fic focusing on steve getting over his fear of water and this hit me

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Seven

By this time, Daryl was stomping towards me and grabbing me by the arm and dragging me off down to the lake. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. His head snapped to the side. He took a deep breath before looking at me, his blue eyes blazing with anger. "Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" I yelled. "The fuck is wrong with ya?! Air our business to everyone like that?!" He yelled back. "Oh, fuck you, Dixon! They all have a right to know! They have a right to know who they brought into their group."

"What the hell ya doin'?" He asked. I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean what am I doing here?" I asked. He pulled his lower lip in between his teeth and started chewing on it. "I went to your apartment the next day. Charlotte told me ya left, but she wouldn't tell me where you went. Ya been here in Atlanta the whole time?" I looked down at the ground, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yeah. I moved here to get away from that town. To get away from you since you no longer wanted me in your life. After all, I'm just some pig now."

I turned around and walked back up to the camp. Everyone was acting like nothing happened, but I could feel eyes on me as I walked past them all and went to my tent. I pulled my badge over my head and threw it at the cot. My hands found themselves locked together and raised to rest on the top of my head, my eyes were closed, and my head tilted back. "Knock knock." I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Is it alright I come in?" Shane asked.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked. He stepped into the tent, taking his hat off. "You wanna explain to me what just happened?" He asked. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, Walsh, you let a criminal into your group, and I just outed him. I get he can hunt, and that's a vital skill to have in this situation. But he had no intention of sticking around. They were going to rob you. Now, don't get this twisted because Daryl…"

I took a deep breath and dropped my arms down at my sides. "Daryl is a good person. He's nothing like his father or his brother. He never got in trouble with the law. He had a job, but he would do anything for his family. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to do what Merle wants. He'll still do it. Merle messes with his mind. He puts him down and tells him shit that's not true. Daryl might seem like he's an asshole and he sometimes is, but he's a completely different guy when Merle isn't around. If they're going to be here, then we need to keep a very very very close eye on Merle.

He nodded his head, "I've been keeping an eye on Merle, I figured he had a bad past he makes it known. I keep him around only because he and Daryl have the skill to hunt. Can I ask you something? It's kind of personal." I raised an eyebrow at him and took a step back when he stepped further into the tent. "What would that be?" I asked. "You and Daryl…were you two…a thing?" He asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, Office Walsh, but no. Daryl and I were best friends until we weren't. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go back out and help the girls finish dinner." He nodded, turned around, and walked out of the tent. I waited a few minutes before leaving the tent and going back to the girls.

Later that night, we sat around the fire, ate, and talked for a while. There was talk about whether we should put up signs on the highway into the city to warn people of how bad the city was. In the end, it was decided that it just wasn't safe and we shouldn't waste the gas we have. We also talked about getting more supplies. I learned that Glenn would always go by himself. He was the fastest of everyone and could get in and out with no problem, but he could only bring back so much at a time.

"Hey, Glenn!" I called, catching up to him. "Why don't you let me come with you on the next run. I know the city just as well as you, and I won't hold you up," I suggested. He took a moment to think about and let out a sigh. "Yeah, okay, but I don't want anybody else coming. And we don't go too far into the city." I nodded in agreement, "I'll follow your lead." After that, we went to our tents. Of course, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was that Daryl was here, in Atlanta, and we somehow ended up in the same group of people.

Eventually, after laying on the cot for a few hours with no luck of sleep coming anytime soon, I got up and headed outside. Dale was on top of the rv, so I walked over and headed up on top with him. "Want some company?" I asked. He smiled at me and gestured for me to come sit beside him. I went over and sat down on the cooler they had up here. "Couldn't sleep, I presume."

I hummed in agreement, "Yeah, have a lot on my mind," I said. He looked out over the camp, directing his eyes at the Dixon brothers' tent. "So, you knew Daryl and Merle?" He asked. I looked down at my lap, "Yeah. Daryl and I used to be best friends. That was until I graduated college and went to the police academy. After that, he didn't really want anything to do with me," I told him.

Dale was an easy person to talk to. I hadn't known him for more than a day, but I knew I could trust him. I told him about my life before I moved to Atlanta, and he told me about his wife and how they used to live traveling all around the country. He told me about her cancer and how it progressed pretty quickly. That's how it went for the rest of the night. He gave me advice before he eventually left me, take over, keep watch, and go to bed.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead daryl dixon #the walking dead x reader #twd fanfiction #twd fic #twd #twd x reader #twd tdog #twd andrea #carol petelier #sophia peletier #rick grimes #carl grimes #lori grimes #shane walsh #dale horvath #glenn rhee #maggie greene #beth greene #hershel greene #merle dixon

[teacrying]

Headcanons for the feels✨

Fandoms(in order): BSD, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact

Characters: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu , Fukuzawa Yukichi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kita Shinsuke, Hinata Shoyo, Arataki Itto, Kaedahara Kazuha, Cyno, Dainsleif

Contains: fluff

A/N: in my opinion these are pitiful lmao

BSD:

When you are feeling down Atsushi is no longer a cat, he becomes the best golden retriever boy you can find. I’m talking he will almost drop everything. He will constantly send you funny or cute videos, pictures, and messages. If he can he’d try to call you or even visit you when in break. When he finally comes home for the day you bet your ass he’d have some of your favorite snacks and meal along with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They might not be your favorites but he did try and that is what makes you melt into a puddle. Cuddles you to sleep, partially for you and partially to make himself feel better.

Chuuya hates tears, or at least he hates crying in front of others and seeing you cry. He would rather step on a lake full of broken glass than have to see you cry. He goes through an array of emotions when he does see you cry, luckily his brain works fast and his face only shifts minimally so you don’t notice. He comforts you and wipes away the tears while asking what’s wrong hoping it wasn’t someone who had hurt you, and if it were that he could personally visit them when he’s already out working. While comforting you and getting the details, or lack of details sometimes, he gathers all the comfort items he has in his grasp. A nice glass of wine here, a cozy blanket there, topped off with an order from your favorite restaurant and your favorite movie playing on the tv. He will only relax once you are done crying and starting to perk up.

Yukichi understands people the most but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He is ok with feelings but he hates seeing his loved ones anything but happy or relaxed. I personally believe if he sees this in public his comfort will be more subtle because he doesn’t like initiating PDA but it’s an entirely different beast behind closed doors. Massages, a warm bath, your favorite meal that he prepared. Truly a king.

Dazai will do the most. Like, he’d test the waters with asking for a double suicide but the second it makes you upset he will be smothering you in kisses and hugs. He draws you goofy images and you I’ll send you cute little messages throughout the day. He will convince Atsushi and Kunikida to do the last remaining bits of work he has to leave early to get a few things for a pampering night ahead. He has the food, the flowers, the goofiness, and most of all the love. He manages to find some pictures from before he met you and told you the stories behind them.

Haikyuu:

Iwaizumi will pull you into his lap and just let you sit there cuddling into him with an arm around you while he does his own thing, usually work. He likes to have you in the room with him at the least but having you touching him soothes both of you the most. He will either cook a warm meal or get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you do all the necessary things before bed to continue snuggles.

Kita would go out his way to pick some flowers himself to give them to you. He’d then make you something that his granny would make him when he’s down. He’d prefer if you were helping but would understand if you just wanted to be near him while making the food. He’d talk about his day and how the farm dog was extra helpful, he knew that would give him a little shift in your mood and maybe even your face shift into a small smile. He would 100% love bathing together. Seeing you physically relax makes him feel so much better that he can even start to describe.

Hinata is concerned and he shows it. He will do whatever in his power to get you to feel better. He will tell stories and even show you some funny pictures, usually of Kageyama looking constipated while he tries to smile. The ultimate golden retriever boyfriend. Would go out out of his way to just carry you because he can and will baby his baby. If he was out of the country or city he would be on the phone as much as possible along with sending pictures and even getting some of his teammates he knows you know to talk to you and send you silly pictures of Shoyo in practice, the more cursed the better!

Genshin Impact:

Itto will try everything from talk to you to tell you about his recent escapades to even lift random things, including you, to make you giggle! I feel like this man can only make one dish really well while others only taste decent and he will use this to his advantage. He will bring Granny Oni over too, she’s his secret weapon to help lift moods! Despite her being his secret weapon she also is doing it at his expense by telling baby Itto stories! He will pick flowers for you, doesn’t matter what type he will give you whatever one thinks would be enhanced by simply being near you.

Kazuha will play you songs or even sing. I think out of all these characters he’s most in tune with the emotions of those he holds dear. If you need him just to be near he knows before you say anything. If you want to talk he will start slowly by asking simple things like what you would like to eat and then ease into how you feel. Another King. Will let you play with his hair! Anything he can give you he will and does frequently. Loves to do crafts with you!!! His favorites are origami because sometimes you might need help and he loves to show you how.

Cyno might react one of two ways… he might go slightly rigid with annoyance if it were someone who made you feel this way but would get the detail fully before he goes out and settles it. BUT he might also just go rigid with awkwardness, he probably doesn’t have much interactions with many emotionally outside of work but he’s also a quick learner and talks to Tighnari for some help and find it’s easy to ease you once he’s confident in doing so. He likes holding your hand and rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb while you talk about it. He’s a good listener and sometimes that’s the best but as I said he is a quick learner and will learn that sometimes talking isn’t what’s needed and it’s just his presence while you do your own things.

Dainsleif, my king. He is good at understanding and recognizing feelings, though he hates dealing with everyone but your feelings. He firmly believes honesty is the best policy even when it might not be the best to use right away. Helps get your thoughts in check and understands that his bluntness might not be the best but he slowly eases up on it. Likes to have you on his lap during the wind down of your day before bed. He is another person who would pick flowers but he knows flower language and tends to stay in the same zone with the flowers he picks. He is already getting takeout for the both of you when he picks the flowers. Before bed but after the in lap wind down he likes to pamper you by getting a bath ready for just you but he is willing to stay in the bathroom and either read to you or tell you stories.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #bsd atsushi nakajima #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #bsd fukuzawa yukichi #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu kita shinsuke #haikyuu hinata shoyo #genshin impact arataki itto #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha #teaskies headcanons #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact Dainsleif

[shostakobitchh]

Ooh purple 1 please!

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

Lily looks up from her essay to blink back at Severus. He hasn’t even looked up from his own parchment, but his face is smooth and indifferent, like he’s just suggested they take a break instead of saying something sort of touching out of the blue.

She sets down her quill and waits for Severus to do the same, but he doesn’t. She watched his dark eyes carefully, noticing that they flicker upwards every few seconds, as if he’s looking to see if she’s still watching him.

He can be such a pill sometimes, honestly.

Lily Summons Severus’ parchment. His eyes finally meet hers, snapping to her face like a kitchen magnet thwacking onto a refrigerator.

“Really?” she rolls up his essay. “Tell me more about that.”

Severus scowls and shrugs, throwing his quill into his rucksack dismissively. “I’m just making sure you know.”

Lily frowns. He’s never done this sort of thing before — remind her. They’d had a row just yesterday but they’ve made up already, just in time to suffer through Herbology with Potter and Black, who somehow managed to sabotage both of their rue saplings while they’re back had been turned. Severus had gotten them back by dumping some new experiment into Potter’s and now they were in the library, working on the essay they’d been assigned in lieu of a detention.

Severus’ scowl turns into that worried, famished look, like he’s starving and she’s only just reminded him.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Lily asks, fanning herself with the parchment. “I’m not exactly forgetful.”

A blush creeps into his cheeks — Lily bites her tongue.

“After our argument the other day…” he shakes his head. “We’ve been fighting a lot lately, haven’t we?”

Lily drops the parchment. They have — she would be lying if she tried to play it off like they weren’t. They’d always bickered here and there, but lately, the digs back and forth had started to sting a little more, dissipate a little less. They clung around them like smoke when they walked from class or sat quietly by the lake.

“That’s what people who are close do,” Lily says instead. “They argue. They know how to press each others buttons.”

Severus looks away quickly to glare at the floor. Lily is confused before she realizes why — his parents. I think you’re house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why —

“Yeah,” he said quietly, so quietly that Lily almost has to strain to hear it. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Or you could stop hanging out with those creeps.” Lily knows she shouldn’t, she can’t help herself. She can see herself losing him, see him pulling away, and sometimes, she’s not sure if she wants to stop him. “I don’t know what you see in then anyway.”

“Potter says the same thing about me to you.” Sev bites back in a bitter voice, like he can’t stand the taste of the words in his mouth.

Lily crosses her arms. “Potter is his own special kind of creep. We’re on the same page about that, at least.”

Sev manages to smirk, just a little bit.

“But we’re not talking about Potter — I’m talking about your other friends.” she gives him a pointed look.

Sev hangs his head low — he knows, on some level he does, and he knows that she knows that he knows. “They’re my Housemates. What do you want me to do?”

“You know that’s not what this is about.”

“I already told you, I can’t control what other people say or do!”

Lily slams up from the table, because she hasn’t told him — hasn’t told him what Mulciber hissed through the girl’s loo door the other day while she was in there. He didn’t hear what he’d followed her to the loo to say, to do out of earshot, away from Sev, who might not even believe her if she told him.

And Lily doesn’t. She shouldn’t have to — shouldn’t need to, because Severus is her best friend. That’s what he said, that’s what started this whole bloody aggravating conversation —

It’s what starts every bloody aggravating conversation.

As Lily storms off, she wonders how many are left, how many she can count on one hand, until he slips through her fingers.

#writing until my hands fall off #oneshot #snape vibes #lily vibes #lil snily oneshot #also YES I PUT TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS IN #SEVEN IS ABOUT SNAPE AND LILY SUE ME

[elendsessor]

because someone was interested here’s some flynn headcanons, mostly which involve issachar!!!

i think a lot of the villages outside of the eastern kingdom of mikado’s boarders would struggle in general, so keeping kids and the elderly alive and well is hellish. based on what little npcs from kiccigiorgi that can be interacted with, many of the adults (at least who we see alive) likely have to juggle tending to the usual farm work and caring for the kids. both flynn and issachar living to be 18 was likely a miracle, or having capable youth in general was one. i also like to think they were born in a really close timeframe, or even on the same day, so off the bat their families got along well and they were sorta just. born best friends.

flynn was definitely influenced by issachar in many ways but i think it’s because he genuinely looked up to him. i mean, dude’s pretty outgoing. he probably helped with a little bit of everything and might’ve been more physically capable of things than flynn.

that being said, issachar also did a lot of stupid shit. i’m pretty inspired by this post for this hc. flynn would always end up doing the same stuff even if he knew he could get hurt/in trouble just because he didn’t want issachar to take all the blame for something or the only one suffering an easily preventable injury.

despite physical differences, both ended up succeeding in different areas when it came to usual tasks. flynn was much better with animal handling.

you can’t tell me he didn’t grow out his hair just because issachar did, but low key flynn is bad at actually using hair ties and the like. he always has to get help.

they were basically inseparable from day one. can’t do shit without the other present.

they started visiting lake mikado for fishing purposes despite the trip being pretty long. it gradually became their usual spot on rest days, and both of them started training to become samurai by the lakeside.

flynn was actually the one who presented the whole becoming a samurai no matter what idea, though it was originally him thinking issachar would be the perfect fit while he’d stay back home. a little convincing lead flynn to eventually promise that. both were constantly motivating one another in the first place for everything. as the day of the gauntlet rite neared, though, anxiety surrounding the worst case scenario increased.

first few nights without issachar being there were hellish for flynn. the idea of being the only one of the two to become a samurai in general hurt. he initially considered seeing if he could find a way to drop out but i bet either sometime before or right when they got separated issachar encouraged him to stay.

it’s not like he could if he wanted to. samurai business outside of them protecting people was hush-hush, and due to how little end up getting accepted during the rite combined with how many likely died in naraku, yeah no take backsies. communication with anyone outside the samurai was likely strictly forbidden. even on holidays they had strict regulations on what they can and can’t talk about with folks.

didn’t stop flynn from trying to get in touch with issachar (to no avail).

in regards to the black samurai incident as it was deemed, he likely did end up mercy killing issachar. idgaf about the choice to not do so. aside from that being what issachar wanted, realistically speaking, he’d likely be killed either way, so better to die by your best friend’s hands than a stranger’s. i would imagine that the tragedy overall did leave kiccigiorgi unable to recover and those who turned into demons before death weren’t given any proper burial or respect. they were treated like the lowest of the low. i do think flynn ended up finding a way to hide issachar’s body just long enough so he could bury him at lake mikado.

for a long while after the fact, flynn tried his hardest to recover by never thinking of issachar by name or even saying it. worked for a little while, though occasionally he’d end up asking himself what he’d do if issachar was there with him still whenever he got stuck.

part of what inspired him to help out tokyo was because he felt like it was his duty to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves. it’s not their fault they’re in constant life or death situations. though i think he also overworks himself.

he’d take constant trips back to mikado while he could just to gather supplies for the people of tokyo to use regardless of what rules that broke.

oh and he’d turn down buying certain things if he felt like that would deprive others of materials they likely needed more.

flynn really did become better overtime at fighting but adopted the ability to use magic because he’s secretly not that great at sword wielding. using guns also just feels too unnatural. learning from demons does make him feel a bit guilty though.

you could so easily guilt trip him into doing stuff it’s not even funny.

last hc for now i guess but i really like thinking that the option for nanashi to give flynn the fishhook helped put his mind at ease in 4a’s bonds route. he just automatically knew it was something that belonged to issachar despite looking nothing special. it’s kinda like having a piece of him there.

sorry this was so long btw. wouldn’t mind putting more headcanons out there in the future tho maybe idk ;-;

#shantien rambles #headcanon hell #smt

[smallestapplin]

:O other people like Ice-type Red! Yay!!! I've had that bc for a while now and it's fun to see others talking about it!! Fav head canon right there!! Him being specifically related to Glalie is super cool!

I have my own hcs I wanna share :)

When Red leaves his mountain, or goes anywhere warm, he begins to "sweat out" his cold resistance. In reality his body isn't use to having to regulate his body temperature to keep him from over heating, so he's really building up his heat resistant (I think it would be funny if he never noticed it was the other way around. It's normal not to get cold in the winter right?)

Lapris noticed immediately and constantly tried to baby Red before he was aware. Constantly, and I mean constantly giving the child ice to nom on. Red really appreciated the free food

Larpis failed to inform Red about this. Larpis thought he knew, he did not

Red can subsist off of ice. Like he can just eat ice and it will make him less hungry. This is what eventually made him realize his ice-type thing going on. All his other Pokemon, especially Snorlax, are deeply worried and confused when he eats ice as a meal. Stop!! That!! It's probably not good for you!! Eat some real food!! Larpis, however, approves

Red's mom used to take ice away from him because eating ice is supposed to be bad for you, but the doctors noticed that no matter how much ice Red are his teeth weren't damaged. She thought he had an iron deficiency for the longest time, as ice chewing is a symptom of that

The fact that he was able to walk up Mt Sliver in shorts and a t-shirt should of been the thing that tipped him off, but being a Pokemon master never afforded him critical thinking skills

By the time he's in Aloa he has near perfect control of his ice-type powers. Blue uses him as a cold pack fucking constantly. Tho in the hotter months he sometimes takes ice baths to deal with the overwhelming heat when he can't on his own

Red is very curious as to why he's only see psychic and ghost trainers show off their abilities and types. I feel like he'd wonder if the buff fighting type trainers were fighting types themselves. He and Pikachu get into a long argument about this, later he probably argues about this with the researcher as well

Red's body temperature has been steadily dropping as he's gotten older. Less to do with aging, and more to do with being in his element. Before he went to Mt Sliver he was just slightly colder than the average person, a chill baby if you will, nothing weird here. During Mt Sliver his body temperature is so low he should of died from hypothermia at least five times now. After Mt Sliver hes more chilly to the touch

Charizard is very annoyed that Blastoise and Lapris get most of the cuddle time, but also doesn't want Red putting his cold feet on Charizard's tail so cuddling with Snorlax will have to do

Yes, Red does sometimes sleep in Lapris's pool. It's nice in there and Venusaur can stop warbling about the likelihood of him drowning. He's fineeee

Yes, Pikachu does brag to Charizard about having fur

Lapris eventually teaches Red how to do some Ice type moves (local couch sealing researcher is dying to know if Red can only remember the same amount of moves as a Pokemon, or a different amount)

You think Red would feel a vibe coming from Glalitite bc he's part Glalie? If so the researcher would likely ask him if he can mega evolve. The question is so confusing that Red just wanders out into the snow storm to an ice lake where they can't follow to have a small think existential crisis in peace

By the time of Aloa when Red has ""reentered"" society, and by reentered I mean got a higher tolerance for people so was less likely to fuck off to some mountain, he has a habit of buying frozen food and just eating it as is in front for people just to see their reactions. Blue has never hated him this much

Red's typing and part Pokemon status has nothing to do with his ability to understand pokemon and communicate with them. Weirdly enough many psychic trainers struggle with understanding pokemon as much as the average person. That's a different brand of Red weirdness, unconnected to the first one

👀👀👀 goddamn these are amazing.

This was dope to wake up to.

#bestie tag #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon red #pokemon hybrid au

[undertale-writing-times]

May I pretty please have number 22 of the soulmate prompts with Pinks?

I feel as if I have created a monster when I made him...

Which...

I sort of did -w-'

Pinks lived in this lake for as long as he could remember.

All alone.

But, he tried to not let it get to him! He would focus on other things, like swimming around and getting the food that he needed to eat.

Or... looking at the red string that was connected to his finger.

He had no idea where it came from, and no matter how deep he swam down, it never broke or really anything like that. It just moved.

He couldn't even touch it! Sometimes he would try to rub it against rocks to get it to break but it never did, and seemed to just go right through the rock. It was like it wasn't even there but he knew that it was!

It was easy to see the string.

So, to not go crazy with that, he decided to picture at the end of the string, it was someone that would love him. Someone that would never leave him all alone again.

Now, he was just waiting for them to come to see him!

Every day he would wake up, and swim up out of the deep to look around, as if his lover would be there, waiting on him.

They never were.

It had been years with him being alone in the lake, swimming around and waiting. Honestly, he didn't know if he would have rather felt like there was nobody there but him, or if he would have rather had this. Knowing that there was someone, just that they haven't appeared yet, made him feel... so bad.

Pinks really did hate being alone.

Being a siren like he was, he needed love, he needed people around him. Even if he didn't kill people, he still needed to be around people to 'eat' their emotions. It made him feel better.

Luckily, he could live without it, just it made him feel gross when he didn't.

Today he woke up feeling a tugging on his finger, blinking open his sockets and yawn, turning his head down to look at his hand. The string was moving around a lot.

Normally it did move around but it wasn't as much as this. What's going on?

He rubs at his socket with one of his hands, and slowly swims up poking his head out of the water. It was early, he could tell from the bird songs. Normally he couldn't hear it because of how much later he got up.

"Hm?" he hums to himself, looking around.

Then he heard something.

"Guys! Where are you?"

It was a humans voice, causing him to tense up and he ducks down under the water quickly, knowing his tail made a splash. If they got too close, he would pull them in but... he hoped they didn't.

They did anyway.

He peeks his head out of the water, seeing them standing beside it looking at the soft pink waters "Whoaa" they mumble, and pull out something? He didn't know what it was but it started to make bright flashes of colors.

Pinks breathes in then out, feeling nervous, and slowly swims over. He reaches out, grabbing their legs and tugs them into the water causing them to drop the weird item and he heard it bang against the floor but he didn't really care.

It made him feel bad to hurt someone like this but humans were dangerous, they would go to tell others then other people would come and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hide for too long.

The human struggles kicking their legs but what he noticed, was their string. It lead to his own causing him to tense, his bones locking.

Wait what?

He swims up, helping them above the water and they swim backwards from him "What the hell!?"

Pinks makes soft sounds of distress, trying to think of how he should explain what just happened then he sighs, "String?" he holds up his hand. They look at his string, then their own their hands most likely feeling like they were trying to pull together.

He smiles, reaching out taking their hand into his own, and nuzzles his cheek against it "I'm so happy you're here," he mumbles. It was a bit annoying that it was a human because that meant that they couldn't stay with him but they would come back to see him! Right? They... they had to.

#Pinks #Merlust #Merlust Sans #Mermaid #Mermaid AU #Mermaids #thinking about mermaids #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Soulmates #Soulmate #Soulmate AU #Soulmate Fanfic #Soulmate Fanfiction #undertale imagines #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale au

[thessalian]

Thess vs ALL THE DEMOS

It’s not a Steam Next Fest, but last night I was sitting there going, “I hurt too much to sleep and I should do some hyperfocus Zen until the pain meds kick in a bit more or I’m too tired to care” and decided to prune my current Demo folder. And then today I went perusing for more demos (thanks to recent time spent on DREDGE, it really wants to throw eldritch horror at me, to the point where it’s pointing me at things where not even the demo is out yet, never mind the game). So now there are a lot more demos.

Sometimes I worry about seeming pretentious because I barely play anything that isn’t indie or, like, nearly a decade old? But honestly, I think I’ll just be glad I can sit here and celebrate indie games. Besides, the Stray Gods: RPG Musical demo dropped and this is David Gaider writing and a whole lot of very talented voice actors and I have got to see this. And the others look interesting.

So, yeah. More demos.

Lake: This one’s an older game, but it’s been on my wishlist for quite awhile. I just hadn’t seen the demo before. I was checking the store page to see how long it’s going to be on sale, since I was considering adding it to my purchases when Cook, Serve, Forever and Pan’Orama come out in a couple of days, and boom, demo. So I gave it a try to see if I actually wanted to buy the thing. And ... I think I do? I mean, there’s some vehicular stuff that occasionally feels a little counterintuitive to me, and I’ve clearly been living in this country too long because I keep driving on the wrong side of the road, and some of the people in that town need a slap across the mouth (don’t even get me started about Meredith’s regular boss), but there are stories there and I want to see where they go. And I haven’t crashed the postal van yet, so that’s something. Basically it’s driving around, delivering mail, occasionally talking to people, and getting bits and pieces of the stories that float around little quasi-rural towns in Oregon. The scenery’s nice too.

Blue Wednesday: This one’s kind of a maybe. The bit of it I played was interesting, but I’d really need to practice the piano minigame if I really want to actually do the thing. Then again, I guess that’s what playing the game is for. ...Also admittedly this one hits a bit close to home, as it features a young aspiring jazz musician who’s more or less having to put his dreams of being a professional musician on hold because capitalism, basically. I think everybody who’s likely to play this one is going to get a twinge out of that one, and that’s just the first in-game day. So I’ll be keeping an eye on that one when it comes out - the gameplay’s pretty clever and the premise is relatable, for sure.

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical: I got fairly interested in this one as soon as I heard about it. This game has got pedigree. David Gaider’s one of the directors and writers, one of the other directors was writing for Pillars of Eternity, and as for the cast ... well, in the demo alone I got Laura Bailey, Ashley Johnson, and Khary Payton, plus a couple “I know that one sounds familiar” that haven’t hit IMDB yet and Janina Gavankar, who I mostly know from having been into True Blood and a fairly minor role in Horizon Zero Dawn’s The Frozen Wilds expansion ... but also from some of the Forspoken trailers. Anyway, it also has Troy Baker, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Allegra Clark, Erika Ishii, Rahul Kohli, Anjali Bhimani, Felicia Day (which ... ehh for me but y’know)... Fans of Critical Role will know a lot of these voices. But still, pedigree doesn’t count for much if the story and mechanics aren’t there. Now, the demo’s really short, and doesn’t touch on the plot that much? But the mechanics are interesting. Basically ... okay, think of it as The Wicked and the Divine meets Scooby Doo meets that one Buffy musical episode, Once More With Feeling, where you’re given options and the decisions you make not only affect how you proceed, but also shape the lyrics of your big musical numbers. It’s honestly clever as shit, and that’s another one I don’t think I’d mind pre-ordering. Don’t know if that’ll be an option, but it’s coming out in August, so at least it’s not a massively long wait.

Lighthouse of Madness: Steam has been throwing eldritch horror at me because of the amount of time I’ve spent on DREDGE lately, so here we are. This one’s ... interesting but problematic. I mean, it’s first person, so that’s an issue for me, and honestly the controls are a little janky. It looks wonderfully atmospheric and creepy, but it’s a low priority on my wish list because honestly, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to play it. Still, lots more eldritch horror where that came from.

Not right now, though - if for no other reason than that this post is going to get insanely long if I don’t knock it off. So more later - this is going to be a “Poking At Demos” kind of weekend. Yaaaaaay!

#Thess plays video games #Thess vs Demos

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25 r/s beloved

this is my blog and this is my taylor swift wrote gold rush about r/s agenda

kissy prompt #25: as a yes

It’s not that Remus dislikes popular things on principle, and he resents the implication that he is snobbish, or pretentious, especially coming from one especially well-bred James Potter - but if he finds listening to a record most of his peers have never heard about, and having a favorite song there, a more personal, characteristic experience, can you really blame him? How can he go around trying to make Electric Warrior his when it’s all it ever plays in the common room? Not to mention that more underground music - and by that he does not mean obscure, just not as top of the charts! - is usually the best. He likes the things he cherishes to feel his; he is not one for a gold rush. He is not one to try and make a record sing for him as girl after girl strives for a minute of its attention, sitting too close for comfort; he is not one to stand back and watch it spin, same as everyone else, in wonder and wondering what it would be like.

Because you see, the thing about popular things is that people can easily tell when you fancy them. So it’s not like he was expecting this secret to hold for much longer, especially given his repertoire when it comes to secret-keeping. But it’s not like he was expecting it to be cruelly twisted into a joke either, by a close friend no less, at a breakfast like so many others.

He freezes; so does Sirius, butter knife slipping from his grip and dropping to his plate with a insurmountably loud clanking sound. He looks at him and he looks at him right back; Remus has approximately three seconds to brush it off with wit, but he can’t. What is left for him to do is get up and leave the table in a hurry, quickening his pace as Sirius gives chase, calling after him.

What with the rush before the first morning class, it’s not an easy feat to lose Sirius, especially considering that people just seem to make way for his friend and his hastened Remus!ses where he had to industriously push through. He is running up a flight of stairs when Sirius gets him, with a jinx that binds his ankles together. He falls elbows-first, cursing under his breath.

“Killer lungs” Sirius pants as he stands over him “Ever thought of trying for the team?”

“Ever thought of stretching a packet of fags for a week?” Remus retorts smartly from the floor, rolling around. “Should’ve never gone up the stairs, gave your aim a unnecessary vantage point. Should’ve known you’re never above a jinx, what with your little legs”

He shrugs with a raised brow, not disagreeing, and undoes the jinx before stretching out a hand. Remus takes it and stands up, clutching at his elbow. Sirius reaches out and even before he touches him Remus knows, knows his joints are going to crackle with the electricity and that his cheeks will flush with the care, and that’s the worst really, anticipating himself red at a quick brush from Sirius, who is tacticle and his best friend and reaps blushes by the dozens.

“It will pass”, Remus says, and he means the crush before the ache.

Sirius scrunches his nose, disheveled hair artfully falling into place. Sometimes he holds his cards close to his chest, and this is one of these times. All the while, he knows all about Remus, oh god; he wishes the ground would shallow him whole; he feels like he might be sick.

“Gotta, hm”, he clears his throat, keeping the panicking bird caged in, “head to Potions”

“Skip this one with me?”, Sirius asks, tilting his head. “The weather is so nice today”

And, you know what - were it a class where he could sit back and silently freak out, no deal there. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. But it’s bloody Potions, and it is probably not advisable for him to be near a cauldron in his current horror-shock state.

So that’s how the early morning finds them both, alone together on the grass by the Great Lake, Remus pretending to be working on a essay and Sirius laid down by his feet, playing with his quill with no parchment in sight, looking back at him. He figures that out of the myriad of reactions Sirius could be having, this one isn’t half bad. It isn’t any good either. Fucking unnerving, that’s what it is.

“You could at least pretend to be doing something”, Remus bites, his tone laced with anxiety.

Sirius tickles his ankle, bare where his trousers rode up and his socks fell down, with the feather of his quill.

“I like you too, you know”

“Shut up” he says quickly, as a reflex; he feels as if the ground beneath him might give way. “No”

Sirius laughs, “Yes. You know I do, you observant moron”

“You’re a moron” he says, dizzy with it, and again, “No”

“Uh, yes” Sirius says, delight mixed with impatience as he levels him, elegantly crawling closer, parchment pulled aside. “Hm-hm”

Remus drops his head back against the tree bark, and he sees it in slow motion, Sirius rising to his knees so he hovers over him. His double vision focuses slowly, until it’s zeroing in on Sirius’ gleaming eyes, his pupils dilated like sinking ships, and Remus wants to jump into the blue around. He sighs - like it or not, overplayed or not, sincere or not, he is just too goddamn beautiful to resist.

“Yes”, Sirius says, and he places his hands on each side of his face and he kisses him, and they’re alone together by the Great Late and he kisses him, slow but steadfast. “Like, absolutely”

[wizardcookie]

7, 14, 18, 27, 37, and 50 for Warren :)

Do they have any unusual fears?

There'll be some preamble here but bear with me. Warren can't swim, he's very much Not built for going in the water and if invited to go to the beach or a pool or anything (alive and dead) he will be firmly in the group of people sitting 10 feet away from the water dry as a bone. Maybe he'll pop into the pool, or a body of water he can see the bottom of, but lakes or the ocean or ponds? Not interested. Anyways, he's terrified of any kind of underwater plant touching his legs because it makes him think something is going to grab him and pull him under

14. Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

It'd be easier to pull a tooth out of his mouth than to get him to open up. It's all kept close to the chest, and then even closer. Anything he wants to share gets danced around and slowly built up to be dropped in a roundabout comment, and then never address again unless you bend his arm back

18. How easy is it to become their enemy?

Unless he knows you already anyone who approaches is viewed Guilty until proven otherwise, so it's honestly not that hard. Accidentally step on his foot or commit an unknown social faux pas and you're going to have to fight a lot harder to get into his Neutral graces than others. Sometimes its just a case of "I do not like your facade/energy and would like to never be in a room with you" and theres naught much to be done about it. His standards are much lower when introduced through a mutual friend, though

27. Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

Can I share this image instead of answering the question because it makes me laugh really hard:

Are they religious? If so do they have a strong sense of faith, are they uncertain, or are they somewhere in between?

Warren's sense of faith is a little… warped? Like, he spent his early years in Catholic School, and he Does have a strong connection to some things religious but not in the way he was raised to. He really only believes in the Virgin Mary after a crucial moment in his childhood had him think she'd nodded to him while he was pouring his heart out through prayer. Everything else can be thrown out with the bathwater, in his opinion. Rosary beads are only good for chewing on, statues are good for speaking to as a son would his mother, not a believer to his God. It's not the healthiest? Coping method? But its also not like… world endingly bad, he knows the Virgin Mary isn't actally his mom, but its nice pretending she is when he needs that extra support

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

Despite being very, very closed off and hard to get to know, when he does become friends with someone it always leads to some of my favorite relationships to explore their dynamics and their growth as characters and it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Warren friendships the WORLD to me!

Also, the fact that he has a deep deep obsession with collecting stickers. A little bit of joy in the form of a sticky piece of paper.

#I LUVE WARREN I LUUUUV WARREN I LUV WARREN #GRAHHHH #WHY DID IT CHANGE ALL THE NUMBERS TO 1??? FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Mundane Things

Summary: Emma and Regina go to the beach to watch fireworks.

She wears a floral sundress and a beaded bracelet. She has kicked her flip flops off sometime ago and, between the passage of time and the intake of a few wine coolers, she can’t quite remember where she has put them. They are probably buried in the sand by now or stolen by the waves depending on where she had left them. 

The day is absolutely sizzling and the air smells of burgers on a grill and sunscreen. A touch of bug spray and a spritz of watermelon.   

Tacky country tunes are playing at a volume as high as the summer.

Regina readjusts her sunglasses. She won’t need them soon. 

Sunset has come to claim the afternoon and she is perfectly content with that. 

“Hey, Gina!” Emma calls from across the beach. “Think fast!”

She does not and the frisbee hits her directly in the face. She has had enough drinks for it to not register right away. She only says ‘ouch’ after Emma makes it to her side with a chuckling Henry following behind. 

“You alright?”

“Just fine, Emma.” She manages a smile. 

She is more than fine. It is nice to have the sun kissing her skin and the sand between her toes. It is nice to spend the summer with a popsicle in her left hand and Emma’s hand in her right. Truth be told, she had wanted to go to the pool but Emma had insisted that the beach would be the place to be tonight.

The pool is probably teeming with people both lined up to get whatever concessions are being served and those who refuse to leave the chlorinated water. Regina supposes that it is nice to get a break from the chemicals. But they have a certain kind of charm–a connection that is so deeply summer that Henry tells her he associates with his childhood. 

Regina looks him up and down. Sometimes she forgets that this is his last summer before he goes off to college. Her little boy isn’t so small anymore. He has a girlfriend and he is trying to make the most of this summer with her. They have already driven up to Acadia and have gone cliff diving. 

Her jaw had dropped at this and it had dropped further when Emma announced that she would take her cliff diving one day.

“Bombpop?” Emma offers.

Regina shakes her head; one dreamsicle and a cup of pink lemonade are more than enough to keep her cool. She tosses the popsicle stick in the garbage and takes Emma’s hand. 

.oOo.

The music echos across the beach, bass rolling with the waves. It could be Jake Owen or maybe Dierks Bentley who sings about being Somewhere On A Beach. Or maybe Toby Keith. Or perhaps she is just prattling off random country artists in her head. 

She tilts her head back and watches the stars wink. Soon the fireflies that skim the water and the sand will be momentarily forgotten by the children chasing them.

Regina has made it the middle of the lake on her raft when the first firecracker explodes.

It makes her jump and she nearly falls into the water.

Emma, very comfortable in her ridiculous flamingo floatie, is cackling. 

“It’s not funny.” Regina nudges her. She reaches for the can in her own raft’s cupholder.

“It totally is.” Emma declares only to be cut off by the next explosion. 

The third firework sails into the sky with a squeal and twinkles dazzlingly over the waves in a shower of gold and pale green sparks. 

Ground to sky, everything is aglow. Overhead the firework display is reaching its climax, in the water the display dances in broken glitters, and on the shore glow sticks illuminate necks and wrists while LED lights flash red and blue on plastic crowns and cheap plastic glasses. 

All across the beach she can see the whirring bulbs of those equally cheap globe wands. The ones she used to buy for Henry. The ones that had entertained him for a few nights before he’d forget about them. 

On nights like this it is hard to remember that she had been so thoroughly miserable not so long ago. She reaches for Emma’s hand. 

Killian is still wearing his sunglasses. His boat cuts through the waves. He has a sparkler in one hand and a flask of rum in the other. David leans over the railings and waves to them. Emma returns the gesture with her free hand.

It seems like an appropriate time to kiss but if Regina is being perfectly honest, she is quite content to just have Emma’s hand in hers as they drift along. She is perfectly content to close her eyes and feel gentle waves rocking her raft. Perfectly content to float in a sea of stars and firework dust. 

Sometimes it is the mundane things that make her feel the most delight. 

Sometimes it is the mundane things that become the most memorable.

#Once Upon A Time #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #Swan Queen #Fanfiction