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Cuphead: Isle of Memories (REWRITE)

*Hey, everyone, I'm back!!! Who misses me?! Eh? Eh? Well, anyways, I'm back with another episode of Cuphead: Isle of Memories. We're about halfway done with the story. However, the updates will be slower to maybe once a month because I got work and school to contend with. This is published on February 10, 2024. If you guys like the story, don't be afraid to leave kudos and comment! They will be greatly appreciated! Have a blessed day! Bye!*

Episode Twelve: The Living Legend

“We are the Calix Animi.”

Mugman kept hearing the phrase. He couldn’t move or wake up for a moment. Pictures of strangers fighting each other flashed before his eyes until finally he saw a pool in a dark wide hallway. It was glowing with three glowing orbs with two on one side and one on the other side.

“Love. Value. Protect.”

“Love thy neighbor. Value the lives around you. Protect those less fortunate.”

“Mugman…Mugman…Mugman!!” his mother’s voice cried from within the pool.

Mugman couldn’t respond to the voice or call out to her. He was paralyzed.

“Mugman! Mugman! C’mon, Mugman, wake up!!”

He felt like he was being pulled towards the pool, but he couldn’t scream or move to get out of whatever force was pulling him towards it. His vision had become more blue as he got closer. He looked into it to find a group of warriors within the reflection of the water, laying dead in a battlefield. He watched his arm moved towards the water to touch it before—

“Mugman! Mugman, wake up, bud!!”

Mugman gasped and snapped his eyes open, his vision a blur for a moment until he could finally move again. He saw Cuphead, Cassidy, Natalie, Canteen, and Chalice standing over him.

Cuphead smiled in relief. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“DJIMMI, WE GOT A SITUATION!!” Ribby’s voice was heard from a distance.

“It’s okay! He’s awake now!” Cuphead shouted, but Djimmi came into Mugman’s field of vision to look at him.

“What happened?” Djimmi asked the kids, mostly Mugman.

Mugman groaned in pain and held his head.

“I dunno. One minute, we’re looking at Natalie and Cuphead dancin’ and then the next minute, he just fainted,” Chalice explained.

Mugman tried to remember why he fainted exactly. He could’ve sworn he heard someone calling his name. Then there was that pool…that glowing pool. Why did he see a glowing pool? Was that Quadratus calling him? No, Quadratus didn’t have a power to do that, he would think. The vision bothered him as he looked to see his hands glowing blue and shaking.

Djimmi noticed this and examined his hands. “What’s wrong with your hands?”

Mugman was snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh?”

The genie helped the mug up on his feet. “C’mon, let me take a look at your hands.” When he saw Mugman’s legs wobbling, Djimmi picked him up and carried him over to his tent.

Cuphead glanced over in concern. “What’s wrong with Mugman?”

“Give me a second,” Djimmi sat Mugman down on the chair while the kids came over to the genie’s tent in concern.

Mugman could his hands shaking more while glowing blue.

Cassidy saw this and attempted to hold his hand, but she felt a small shock when trying to hold his hand.

He gasped when he saw her get zapped from trying to hold his hand to comfort him. “Sorry.”

Djimmi observed this while kneeling down in front of Mugman. “Hold still.” He gently grabbed Mugman by the arm and examined the hand shaking. “It looks like your hands are under a magnetic force.”

“What?” the kids uttered in confusion.

“Magnetic force?” Natalie questioned.

“Yeah, like he’s being pulled towards someplace unknown,” Djimmi explained.

Mugman thought for a moment, and the vision of the pool kept invading his mind. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t keep quiet about it.

“The pool…”

The kids and Djimmi looked at Mugman.

“Huh? What pool?” Cuphead questioned his brother.

Canteen and Chalice exchanged quick glances at each other as if they were thinking of the same thing and then back to their friend.

Mugman shook his head. “I don’t know…”

“Are you seeing Quadratus in your vision?” Djimmi questioned.

“No…Quadratus…he wasn’t in the pool. But someone else is…” Mugman uttered, now feeling the blue glow spreading up towards his arms.

Chalice could feel a shiver down her spine.

“Maybe you shouldn’t talk about your visions for a little bit,” Djimmi said before getting out two bracelets and put them on Mugman’s wrists, causing the blue glow to fade from Mugman’s body. “It’s an anti-magic bracelet. It will probably keep your visions at bay for a while. Take it off if you need to.”

“What’s happening to me?” Mugman asked Djimmi in a shaky tone.

The genie frowned. “I don’t have an answer for that. Whatever it is, it’s probably nothing. I suggest you get some rest and drink water, okay?”

Mugman nodded his head.

Djimmi was putting everything away in his tent as Mugman walked out.

The kids followed Mugman out of the tent.

“You okay?” Cuphead asked his brother.

Mugman had the look of guilt on his face to see his brother still wearing the red suit and Natalie wearing her dress. “I’m sorry I ruined your date.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Natalie reassured Mugman. “It was coming to an end anyway.”

“Yeah, we ain’t worried about that,” Cuphead replied to his brother. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“No…Yes…” a sigh escaped Mugman’s lips. “I don’t know.”

Cassidy leaned her head against his with a small purr. “Whatever it is…we’ll all get through it, okay?”

He nodded in agreement with his lover. “Yeah…okay.”

Chalice and Canteen had been silent the entire time, looking at the mug in concern.

Chalice, however, decided to plaster a smile. “Hey, why don’t we all get some rest? It’s gettin’ late, ya know?”

Mugman rubbed his arm and nodded. “Yeah…I guess.”

He walked away from the group with the vision still in his mind, leaving the kids to look at him in concern.

~.~

It was late at night when the boys were already in their pajamas. The brothers decided to switch bunk beds with Mugman at the bottom and Cuphead at the top, just in case Mugman would have a vision and fall off the bed. He wouldn’t have to fall far if he ended up rolling off of bed.

With both of the brothers asleep, Mugman started to toss and turn from a strange dream that no one will ever know except for him.

He saw the faceless warriors fighting against each other. He was breathing heavily in fear while watching the demons tearing through citizens with their bare claws and teeth. Blood was everywhere while he could hear the words in Latin once again.

“Multa bella pugnabuntur.

Multi milites in manibus sunt mali.

Nondum venit finis, sed cito venit.

Agnus ueniet ad gregem et reducet eos in campums seculorum.”

In the real world, Mugman groaned uncomfortably and clutched his blanket tighter. His hands started to glow blue again, breaking through the anti-magic bracelet around his wrists. The blue glow spread across his body as Mugman tossed and turned more.

Back into his vision, the battle raged on while he noticed that his body was glowing blue. He breathed heavily and grabbed his head. He shut his eyes while his body was trembling.

“Make it stop! Make it stop!” Mugman screamed, but it was muffled by the Latin words spoken to him.

He snapped his eyes open to find that glowing pool again, but he shut his eyes again. The tears leaked out of his eyes.

“Ite, et lapsorum quaerite memoriam.

Ite, et lapsorum quaerite memoriam.

Ite, et lapsorum quaerite memoriam.

Ite, et lapsorum quaerite memoriam.”

“Shut up! Shut up!!” Mugman screamed.

“Mugman…MUGMAN!!!”

Mugman snapped his eyes open with a gasp to find Cuphead by his bedside. His vision was blue.

“Buddy, you okay?” Cuphead asked.

Mugman rubbed his eyes and the blue in his vision was gone. He looked down at his body glowing blue, which caused Cuphead to clench his jaw.

“Your bracelets were broken while you’re asleep,” Cuphead explained.

Mugman kept seeing visions of the pool and hearing words whispered in his head. He groaned and massaged his head to soothe his headache.

“I-I gotta go…” Mugman uttered as he stood up.

“Whoa, whoa.” Cuphead hurried to stop his brother. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, b-but I have to get there. I can’t keep ignoring it.”

“Ignoring what?” Cuphead questioned with a brow raised.

“The vision, Cuphead!” Mugman blurted out, his hands trembling. “Something is trying to lead me somewhere and I need to get there. I know it sounds insane and probably ridiculous, but I can’t ignore it. I-I can’t…”

Cuphead watched his brother’s body trembling with a soft look. He frowned and pondered for a moment until his head perked up like an idea came to him.

“Why don’t we go wherever you’re going together?” Cuphead asked.

“Really? You would come with me? You don’t know where we’re even going,” Mugman pointed.

Cuphead gave his brother a deadpan stare. “Mugsy, how many places have I dragged you into where you didn’t know where we were going at first?”

Mugman blinked for a moment to think about it. “A lot of places.”

“Sooo, you get to drag me to a place I don’t know either.”

“But, Cuphead, we both don’t know where we’re going.”

“So? Let’s go,” Cuphead said while opening their bedroom window.

“Wait,” Mugman uttered. “What if it’s someplace dangerous?”

“We got powers, bud. I ain’t too worried about it. We can bring the others if that makes you more comfortable.”

“Maybe…I think we should have more people just in case something goes wrong,” Mugman replied logically.

“Great idea, bud,” Cuphead whispered before climbing out of the window.

Mugman sighed and followed after his brother.

~.~

“So, let me get this straight,” Natalie uttered while walking through the forest with Cassidy, Chalice, Canteen, Cuphead, Aurora, and Mugman. She rubbed her eyes with a yawn. She was in her nightgown and holding her little sister’s hand. “Mugman has some weird vision of some pool…and we’re going towards it.”

“Yeah, that’s the gist of it,” Cuphead replied. “Though I don’t think we know where exactly.”

“Djimmi said something about Mugman’s hands being under some kind of a magnetic force,” Canteen noted while pointing at Mugman’s hands glowing blue and guiding everyone through the forest.

Cassidy stayed beside Mugman and pressed her head against his. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, angel,” Mugman replied while receiving affection back.

“What’s going to happen once we find the pool?” Chalice asked. “Is it going to hurt Mugman or—?”

Chalice’s sentence was cut off once they noticed the mausoleum glowing blue in front of them.

Aurora noticed Mugman’s pupils glowing blue. “What’s happening to Mugsy?”

The rest of the kids looked at Mugman.

Mugman’s body glowed blue as if he was being pulled towards the mausoleum.

“Mugman?” Cuphead called nervously.

Mugman didn’t listen to his brother as he headed towards the entrance of the mausoleum.

“G-Guys?” Mugman stuttered, looking around for them.

“We’re right here, Mugs,” Chalice reassured him. “Whatever is going on with you, don’t fight it, okay?”

Mugman nodded. He stopped fighting the pull and headed into the blue glowing building. The others glanced at Chalice in confusion as she frowned and looked away.

“What’s happening to him, Chalice?” Cassidy asked in fear.

Chalice frowned and looked at her friends. “It’s hard to explain.”

Canteen held her hand, reassuring her that it was okay to not talk about it at the moment. Whatever it was that she was keeping from everybody, anyway.

The kids shifted their attention back to Mugman, who came upon the square gap on the floor. He jumped into the darkness as everyone else approached the edge.

“What is he doing?” Natalie questioned.

Chalice frowned and jumped into the darkness to follow Mugman.

Cuphead swooped Natalie off of her feet while picking up Aurora. He dropped down with his orange wings spread and both of the girls in his arms to keep them safe.

Canteen and Cassidy exchanged glances at each other. They held hands and jumped down into the darkness.

Once the kids landed on the ground, Cuphead managed to let Natalie and Aurora go. The kids watched Mugman walking down the wide hall, approaching the glowing pool at the end of it. The three orbs glowed brighter at the mug’s presence. He looked into the pool and caressed the water.

The voices grew from the pool, Latin phrases that the kids weren’t familiar with except for Chalice. She understood the words:

“Noli timere.

Noli timere.

Noli timere.

Noli timere.”

Cuphead felt the sudden burn in his chest, causing him to stumble.

“Ack! Mugsy!” Cuphead cried, getting everyone’s attention.

Natalie rushed by her boyfriend. “Cups! Cups, what’s wrong?!”

“I-I don’t know!!!” Cuphead cried in pain.

Chalice noticed her hands glowing in a bright sunny color. She felt the sudden warmth that she could’ve sworn it wasn’t from the fire. She started to tremble at the sight of the brightness, trying to snuff it out by covering herself. But it wouldn’t dim the brightness.

Cassidy’s heart was racing as she saw Mugman falling into the water. She hurried towards him to save him, but Canteen stopped her.

“No! Cassi, you’re going to drown yourself!” Canteen shouted.

The kids turned and watched the pool glowed brighter.

~.~

“Stop! Thief!”

Mugman snapped his eyes open with a gasp. What did he just do? Was he stealing something? He looked around to find himself in a town that was smaller than Inkwell Isle. There were cabins everywhere with citizens using stoves to cook their food. There wasn’t electricity either.

“W-Where am I?”

“Stop, thief!”

Mugman turned to see a couple of soldiers in bright red uniforms charging towards him. “Wait, wait, I didn’t steal—”

The soldiers phased right through him as if he was invisible.

“—anything,” Mugman finished his sentence and turned to find the soldiers were chasing someone else.

He joined them in the pursuit, wondering who they were chasing. However, he felt something magnetic pulling him in another direction to the left. He stumbled and noticed someone hiding in the shadows. Mugman could see that this must be the thief that the guards were calling…except he recognized that thief somehow. Once the thief leaned into the light to watch out for more guards, the white porcelain cup head with a curved handle and some designs shaped like electric shocks and there were fire engravings on his handle.

Mugman widened his eyes in shock. “G-Gabriel?”

“Hm?” Gabriel responded to his name, but he didn’t find anyone nearby him.

Mugman realized that he couldn’t see him as well…but could hear him strangely.

Gabriel shrugged it off and hurried off.

“Wait!” Mugman cried while chasing after Gabriel.

Gabriel rushed around the town, carrying a satchel of whatever he stole from the market.

“Gabriel, wait!” Mugman shouted, chasing after Gabriel until they arrived at a shack. It looked rundown and in poor condition with just a fireplace and furniture scattered all over the place.

Mugman widened his eyes in shock at Gabriel’s living conditions and followed him into his home where he saw a pregnant cup woman who…looked a lot like his mother, but different. She appeared to be sickly while her blonde hair was falling out.

“You alright, love?” Gabriel asked softly while kissing her cheek tenderly.

“I’m alright. I felt a kick today.”

“You have?” Gabriel inquired with a soft smile.

She placed his hand on her stomach to feel little feet kicking inside the womb.

“Do you feel it?” she asked.

“Aye, I do,” he responded. “You can tell he wants out.”

“She,” she teasingly argued.

“Oh? I don’t think so. He’s going to be a strapping young boy like me.”

His wife rolled her eyes. “Or she’s going to become a strapping young girl like her father.”

“You think?”

“I know so.”

He chuckled. “Remember the deal, love? I name the boys and you name the girls.”

“If it’s a girl, I’m going to name her Rose.”

“Rose, huh? Beautiful.”

She noticed the satchel strap over his shoulder. “What did you steal this time?”

“You’re saying that as if I have been stealing every day,” Gabriel replied with a smirk.

“You have,” his wife said without hesitation.

He rolled his eyes playfully and opened his satchel to find that it was food. “A lot of food. Wouldn’t want you and the baby to starve.”

“That’s considerate of you, dear,” his wife said while sitting up to eat the food.

Mugman gazed at Gabriel softly. Before he could reach towards Gabriel and his wife, the memory switched to Gabriel being captured by the guards for the professor, who was a fork with a coat and glasses.

“I see that you have a nasty record of stealing things in the market, Mr. Arch-Cup,” the fork professor replied while looking through Gabriel’s records. “If I were you, I would thank the Most High that you’re not in jail right at this second. Though you should consider your choices carefully. What I am about to offer you could enrich you from this poor state you and your family were living in.”

“How did you—?”

“Rumors fly, good sir,” the professor answered without hesitation. “There is something I would like you to steal and it could save your entire family. Heck, I shall pay you a good sum for it and keep the soldiers off of your back so that you can provide for your family.”

“What am I stealing?”

“An excellent question. There are two orbs that were untouched by this exclusive group called the Calix Animi. They say that only the purest of blood and worthy can obtain these orbs, but you, my friend, are a common thief, not a pure blood and definitely not someone the Most High would deem worthy, which is perfect for this operation,” the professor replied.

Gabriel arched a brow. “Uh…thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” the professor said abrasively. “It’s up to you whether you’re up for it or not.”

“How much will you pay me if I do this?”

“As I said before, just enough to keep you and your family off the streets. Besides, I’m sure you didn’t find any better jobs than the jobs here.”

Gabriel took a moment to ponder about this offer.

Mugman looked to the side to find another memory of Gabriel’s wife coughing and holding her stomach. She couldn’t move and rubbed her stomach to soothe the baby in the womb. The memory disappeared, causing Mugman to shift his attention to Gabriel.

Gabriel huffed out a breath and looked up at the fork professor. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” the professor said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll do fine in this operation.”

Mugman watched a memory appear to see Gabriel sneaking into the familiar mausoleum and followed after him.

Gabriel approached the two orbs, one blue and one red. With a deep breath, Gabriel carefully put the orbs in his satchel to take back to the fork professor. Both Mugman and Gabriel weren’t sure why the professor wanted the orbs, but one could assume that the professor might be studying in a subject to which everyone called him insane over. But before Gabriel could make his quick exit before the members of the Calix Animi wake up, the orbs were mixed together in his satchel. Were the orbs supposed to do that?

When Gabriel opened the satchel, the substance leaped inside of Gabriel. Everything was turning blue and red in his vision while screaming in agony from the flames and electricity.

Mugman watched in horror at Gabriel’s suffering as everything became a blur to Mugman. He felt electricity running through his veins as he cried out in pain. His powers must have been responding to Gabriel’s newfound the powers. Mugman felt a tug towards Gabriel, but he couldn’t tell what was going on after everything went dark.

~.~

The building started to shake slightly, which was noticed by Canteen.

Canteen let Cassidy go and noticed Chalice’s body glowing brighter than usual.

“What’s happening?!” Canteen shouted his question.

“I-I think there’s s-something else I didn’t mention to you,” Chalice stuttered, her body glowing brighter.

“What?!”

Chalice stumbled trying to go to her boyfriend until Canteen rushed to catch her.

“Chalice, what’s happening to you?” Canteen asked, his voice trembling.

“Cuppy!” Aurora’s shout caught Chalice and Canteen’s attention.

They turned to find Cuphead burning up in his body, agonizing him further.

Natalie tried to get near him, but was too afraid of the growing flames coming out of his body. “Cups!”

Cassidy looked down at the pool for her boyfriend. She heard Natalie calling Cuphead’s name. She turned to notice the flames growing with wide eyes in fear for Natalie’s life. She looked at the water and then glanced around for a bucket. Once she found an old bucket, she scooped the water from the glowing pool and hurried to douse the flames on Cuphead’s body. Once she poured water over him, the flames exploded as if it had been doused by gasoline instead of water. The explosion pushed Natalie and Cassidy away from Cuphead.

Natalie bumped into the podium and noticed a pink orb about to fall on Aurora behind her. She got up and held up the orb to save her sister from the pink orb falling on her little sister. However, the pink substance flew out of the orb and into Natalie’s body, causing her to drop the empty orb in front of her feet. She collapsed on her knees and gripped her chest as her veins glowed pink.

Aurora hurried by her big sister. “Sissy, Sissy! What’s wrong?!”

Natalie gritted her teeth to keep her from screaming in pain.

Cassidy flew onto the podium that held the green orb, knocking it over. The green orb broke and the green substance was set free. The red feline noticed it coming towards her, but it was too late to run from it since it entered her body. She could feel something growing inside of her. She clenched her teeth with tears in her face.

Chalice noticed the girls suffering. “Oh no…”

“Oh no, what?” Canteen asked in fear. “What’s happening to them?”

Chalice glanced up at him. “The prophecy…it’s coming true.”

“What prophecy?” Canteen probed. He could feel the building shaking, knocking over the dark blue orb and breaking it. The substance from the orb lingered out and into Canteen without hesitation. Canteen’s body tensed up from the strange feeling, until he could feel his head hurting.

“C-Chalice,” Canteen whimpered in pain. He held his head and fell onto his knees with screams in pain.

Chalice noticed this and hugged him tightly while he started to scream in pain.

Aurora witnessed all of this with fear in her eyes. She trembled until an idea came to her. She looked at her sister and said in a hurried tone, “I’m going to ged Briney! Hold on!”

She looked around for an exit and found it on the side by Cassidy. She hurried to the exit and rushed up the stairs to get help.

~.~

Mugman fluttered his eyes open and noticed that he only had red vision on one eye and the blue vision on his other eye. A groan escaped his lips…but he didn’t sound like him.

“What the—?” Even Mugman’s own voice didn’t sound like his own.

He saw six strangers around him, but their faces were clearer than before. One at the center of the group was a familiar female chalice leaning down to get a closer look at him.

“Chalice?” Mugman recognized…but his own voice still didn’t sound like him.

“That’s the Legendary Chalice to you,” she corrected him with a growl. “Question is, who are you, thief?”

“Thief?” Mugman glanced at his hands to realize that…wait a second, those weren’t his hands. They were much bigger than his usual hands. He got up on his feet, completely ignoring the Calix Animi group. He didn’t realize he was so much taller than before. He spotted a mirror and hurried towards it to look into it. Once he looked into it, his eyes widened in horror. He could see that he had one eye red and one eye blue…but that wasn’t all. He appeared a lot like Gabriel…wait, no, he was Gabriel now…or possessing him.

Mugman turned back around to face the Calix Animi group as Gabriel. He noticed their eyes glowing different colors.

“Who are you?” Mugman asked with Gabriel’s voice.

“We asked you first,” a silver spoon said with her arms crossed.

Before Mugman could introduce himself, he felt like something pushed him out of Gabriel’s body. Mugman tumbled onto the ground and looked to see that he was himself again. He glanced up to find Gabriel blinking in confusion.

“The bloody hell?” Gabriel uttered.

“Who are you?” the spoon asked impatiently.

“Gabriel…who are you?” Gabriel replied in confusion.

“We’re the Calix Animi,” The Legendary Chalice said. “You better have a good reason for stealing those orbs.”

“Let alone absorbing them,” the spoon, Silversmith, spoke up.

“He must have a pure blood and was worthy of the Most High if he’s able to absorb it,” the adult cup girl with pink glowing eyes, Esther, replied softly.

“Look, I didn’t think I could absorb whatever this substance was in those bloody orbs,” Gabriel growled at the group.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to get angry. We just want to understand why you broke into the mausoleum,” the other cup man, Chester, said with his hands raised up.

“I need to get whatever this is out of me. Is there a way to do it?” Gabriel interrogated the group.

The group looked at each other and then at Gabriel.

“Unless you died, there’s no way to get the gifts out of you,” the old plate said.

Mugman watched it unfold while tilting his head.

“Well, I’m definitely not going that route,” Gabriel responded.

The Legendary Chalice smirked. “Or we can train you on how to use your powers and become part of the Calix Animi.”

The old plate glared at her. “Are you crazy?! We are going to welcome a thief! I bet he came from a poor family and had nothing else better to do than to steal.”

“Oi,” Gabriel uttered in offense. “I have a sick wife, mate!”

“You have a sick wife?” the cup girl with pink glowing eyes uttered.

“Don’t fall for his deceit, Esther,” the plate groaned. “You know he’s using that to his advantage.”

“No, I’m not,” Gabriel argued. “My wife is pregnant and if I can’t save her, then she’ll die along with the baby.”

Esther, the cup, stepped towards Gabriel. “Show me where she is. Maybe I can help her.”

Gabriel arched a brow to appear skeptic, but he nodded in agreement. “I’ll show you.”

Mugman watched on with curiosity and another memory appeared when the members of the Calix Animi in Gabriel’s shack with Esther healing Gabriel’s pregnant wife.

Esther smiled to see Gabriel’s wife healed from the sickness. “You have beautiful babies.”

“Babies?” Gabriel uttered.

“Yeah, you’re going to have twins,” Esther pointed out to him.

“We should get her somewhere safe,” The Legendary Chalice replied.

“Wait, we’re already taking him and his wife in already?” the silver spoon with green eyes questioned the Legendary Chalice. “Didn’t he try to steal from us?”

“Hold on for a second,” the cup with purple eyes glowing replied while placing his hand in Gabriel’s head.

Mugman watched with wide eyes and noticed Gabriel’s veins glowing.

The cup with purple eyes removed his hand from Gabriel’s head. “He’s trying to help out his family.”

“There’s gotta be something we can do to help,” Esther replied.

“We are not going to take them in,” the old plate growled. “They don’t have pure blood and they were not worthy to the Most High.”

“Why? They’re too poor for your taste?” the purple-eyed cup, Chester, responded. “C’mon, Grandius. The man is trying to help his sick wife, who is expecting twins soon.”

“Exactly,” The Legendary Chalice replied. “We are the Calix Animi. We are supposed to help people and fight the demons.”

“Yes, we are helping people who needed help. Not criminals,” Grandius, the old plate, said with a growl.

The female plate, Marilyn, frowned with dark blue glow in her veins. “Perhaps maybe there is a purpose as to why he’s here. Why don’t we take him in since he already absorbed the orb?”

“I’m not sure about this,” Silversmith said with uncertainty.

“Then let’s do it,” the gold chalice answered excitedly. She turned to Gabriel. “What do you say? We take both you and your wife in and keep you safe from the demons and soldiers on the streets.”

“Until the twins are born at least,” Grandius said. “But after the twins are born, you and your wife won’t be welcomed further into the mausoleum. Understood?”

The others turned to Grandius with small glares.

Gabriel nodded his head in understanding. “Understood. Thank you.”

The Legendary Chalice smiled. “No problem.”

As the others were exiting out of the shack, Grandius pulled Gabriel aside away from Gabriel’s wife’s earshot.

“Since the others think you and your wife are worthy of staying, you might want to watch your step around here. If you pull one little trick up from your sleeve, you best believe that I will make sure that you won’t breathe again. Filthy criminals like you will become the downfall of the Calix Animi. You better remember that,” Grandius said before walking away.

Gabriel stood there with widened eyes. He looked back to see his pregnant wife staring up at him to silently ask what was wrong.

It was sudden that everything glitched around Mugman. Mugman could feel the sparks electrocuting his body. He clenched his teeth in pain as his eyes turned bright blue. The vision of the battlefield showed up except it was the members of the Calix Animi members fighting it.

“Stop…Stop!” Mugman screamed while watching each Calix Animi members slaughtering themselves. “STOP!! WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING EACH OTHER?!”

“Mugman…”

“Ma?” Mugman whirled around and noticed someone tackling him onto the ground. For a moment, he saw Grandius Plate choking him.

“You shouldn’t be here!” Grandius Plate growled at him. “You should never exist!”

“Get off of me!!!” Mugman barked, zapping the plate with his electricity. His eyes widened when he realized that he shattered Grandius in pieces when trying to get him off of the mug. “What’s happening?”

Mugman glanced down to look at his hands.

The pieces of the Grandius Plate were put back together automatically.

“Your bloodline ends now!” Grandius growled.

“Leave me alone!” Mugman cried. He felt paralyzed in his whole body that he couldn’t run when he wanted to. The plate gripped Mugman around the throat again. It was sudden that the plate was transformed into the familiar tiger with green eyes staring into his blue ones.

“Did you really think you could get away from me?”

“GET OFF OF ME!!!” Mugman cried and zapped Hunter with the sparks. He watched Hunter stumbled back away from the mug. Mugman kept shooting sparks at the tiger. “GET AWAY!!!”

Hunter had electricity in his veins.

“Get away!” Mugman repeated again as he kept shooting the sparks at the tiger. However, he could feel himself draining. “G-Get away…from me—”

Everything went dark around him once again. 

~.~

The storm was brewing in the night sky.

The thunder boomed and the lightning cracked across the sky. Aurora was sure that the heavy rain will come pouring down next. She was lost in the woods, forgetting the way to get to the hide-out.

“Briney! Briney!” Aurora cried. She put on a brave face and hurried through the dark woods. However, she could see yellow eyes lurking in the shadows, causing her to breathe heavily in fear. Were these creatures in the woods dangerous? The rain poured in the woods, making it harder for her to see where she was even going. She shivered in the cold rain as she stumbled into a space where the water droplets weren’t rained on. She felt a warmth behind her back and saw a glow shining from behind to light up her path.

“Are you lost, little one?” A gentle voice asked softly.

She turned to face the bright glowing man, towering over her to shelter her from the rain.

Aurora nodded her head and answered, “My friends are in trouble and I need to get Briney.”

“I’ll help you find him,” He said, holding out his hand.

Aurora took his hand with a smile. He walked her through the dark woods, lighting up the pathways so that no monster could snatch the toddler up in the dark.

“What’s happening with your friends? Are they hurt?” He asked.

“I think so. They were screaming in pain. There’s something inside of them, but I don’t know what,” Aurora answered, sticking close to the bright glowing figure.

“And you think Briney can help?”

“I think he can help Sissy. I’m not sure about the others.”

“Where were you at?”

“A temple I think?”

The glowing figure nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry that it’s happening to them.”

“Why is it hurting them?”

The Most High stayed silent for a moment. Then he sighed, “Their bodies weren’t used to these kinds of powers. Or “gifts” they’re once called. It will take some time for their bodies to be used to it. That’s why it’s hurting them now.

“Then I hope they will be okay.”

“I hope so too,” He said before looking ahead.

“Who are you?” she asked Him.

“I’m the Most High. And you?”

“Aurora,” she chirped.

“Beautiful name,” He said as He noticed her little legs getting tired. “You need a lift?”

“Please,” she uttered innocently.

“Here.” He lifted her up onto his shoulders with her legs dangling around the back of his neck. He held her legs just so that she wouldn’t fall. “How’s that?”

“Wow! I can see the camp from here.”

The Most High chuckled. “We’re getting closer to it.”

Aurora rested her hands on the Most High’s glowing head. “Can we be friends?”

“Of course, we can be friends.”

The little girl gasped happily. “Best friends?”

“Yes, even best friends.”

“Really?!”

He nodded. “Really. Really.” Up ahead, he noticed that they were approaching camp. “Here you are. You should be able to get to Briney from here.” He lifted Aurora off of his shoulders and placed her on the ground.

“Thank you, bestie,” Aurora said while rushing off towards the camp.

The Most High chuckled and watched her hurry to find the pirate over by Porkrind’s shop. He heard a scream in pain and hurried to the house where it came from. He peeked through the window and found Elder Kettle trying to get Murray to wake up from the couch while Murray was screaming.

“Murray!” Elder Kettle called while shaking him.

Murray snapped his one eye open with the purple glow, muttering Latin words.

O’Fera barged into the house with an urgent look. “What’s going on?!”

“Something’s happening to him!” Elder Kettle shouted.

O’Fera shook Murray. “Murray, Murray, can you hear me?”

Murray grabbed his head and curled himself up, screaming in pain.

The Most High gasped in concern and phased through the wall. He walked beside Murray and placed his hand on his shoulder without O’Fera and Elder Kettle seeing him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” The Most High soothed. “It’s okay. The pain won’t last.”

With that said, the pain in Murray’s body became less tense, surprising both O’Fera and Elder Kettle.

“The mausoleum…” Murray finally uttered.

“What?” Elder Kettle questioned.

“My boys…” Murray said with tears in his eye. He rushed out of the front door, not aware that he moved away from the Most High’s hand.

“Murray, wait!” O’Fera called, following Murray with Elder Kettle.

The Most High was left alone in the living room. With a huff in determination, he walked out of the house by the front door to follow the others.

Meanwhile, Brineybeard found Aurora around the shop after he asked Porkrind and Jerry if they had seen Aurora and Natalie. Chef Saltbaker was there as well, looking for Chalice.

“Lass!” Brineybeard gasped and picked her up with a hearty laugh. “Yer okay, lass! Wait, where’s yer sister?”

“Sissy and the others are at the temple!” Aurora alerted Brineybeard.

“Wait, Cassi is there too?!” Porkrind shouted.

“Yeah, something is happening to them!” Aurora explained.

“Then let’s not waste time,” Chef Saltbaker determined.

Dice walked up to the group from his tent. “What’s going on here? Why is everyone shouting in the middle of the night?”

In the distance, there was a familiar scream echoing through the forest.

“What was that?” Chef Saltbaker uttered.

“That sounds like Cuphead,” Porkrind responded.

“Murray, where are you going?!” Elder Kettle shouted from the side.

The group turned to find Elder Kettle and O’Fera following Murray towards the forest.

“What’s going on with him?” Porkrind questioned O’Fera.

“I don’t know,” O’Fera responded in panic.

“We got to hurry! Sissy and the others might be in danger,” Aurora encouraged.

They watched Murray entering the forest to follow the scream.

“Let’s go!” Brineybeard responded as the adults awake hurried to follow after Murray with Aurora in the pirate’s arm.

~.~

Mugman gasped awake and sat up in the middle of the battlefield.

He realized that Gabriel was trying to fight the demons trying to get to his pregnant wife.

“Run, Lily! Run!” Gabriel called out to his wife while fighting the demons.

Lily, Gabriel’s wife, ran from the scene.

“Lily?”

In a flash of memory, Mugman saw his own mother running out of the house with both Cuphead and Mugman as babies in her arms. He glanced to the side to see that Murray was fighting back against Hunter and his assassins.

The memory faded back to Gabriel slashing the last of the demons. He turned to the side to see the Legendary Chalice stumbling back with side bleeding. Gabriel rushed by her side with urgency.

“Are you alright, lass?” Gabriel asked.

She nodded her head.

“Good, come on,” Gabriel urged while helping the Legendary Chalice up on her feet.

The memory switched back to Mugman’s mother, as a nurse, tending to Murray’s wound while the bombs were going off outside of the tent. She wrapped the last bandage on his side with a soft smile. Murray stared at her in pure awe and adoration.

“Get some rest,” she replied to him. “You should be able to recover in a few days.”

“Wow…” Murray uttered.

“What?”

He blushed and looked to the side. “Nothing…sorry.”

She smiled at him softly. “Rest up.”

“What’s your name?”

“Hm?”

“You know, in case I see you again,” he added.

She grinned at him. “Lily…Lily Rose.”

“Murray Cup.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” She gave him one last smile and walked away to tend to other patients.

The memory switched back to Gabriel helping The Legendary Chalice behind the boulder while fire arrows were shot at them.

They both looked over the boulder as Gabriel rose back to fight the demons once again.

“Wh-What are you doing?” She stuttered.

“Our friends are back out there. I’m going to help them,” he reassured her.

He ran back out into the battlefield.

“Gabriel, wait!” She called out to him.

As Gabriel was running through the battlefield to help the others, Mugman watched arrows raining down from the orange fiery skies.

The Legendary Chalice noticed this as well as she got up and hurried after Gabriel to help him in the battlefield. She cast a shield to protect Gabriel from the incoming arrows.

Gabriel noticed and looked to see her joining the fight with her spear. She impaled one of the demons charging towards her. With a nod from her, Gabriel spread his wings with red and blue feathers. They charged into the battle, fighting the demons trying to get to the mortals in the village.

Mugman noticed Grandius Plate stumbling through the battlefield, appearing to be fearful of everything around him. When Gabriel approached Grandius to help him, Mugman noticed an arrow coming down to Grandius, causing him to grab Gabriel and moved him in the way to get shot by the arrow instead of him.

The arrow impaled Gabriel from behind, causing him to fall over.

Mugman breathed heavily at this sight and looked to the side to find the Legendary Chalice clenching her spear in anger after witnessing it.

“NOOOO!” The Legendary Chalice screamed while aiming her spear. The lightning burst out of the tip and zapped into Grandius Plate, shattering him.

She hurried up to Gabriel and held him. “Gabriel? Gabriel! Are you alright?!”

“C-Chalice…my wife…my kids—”

“C’mon, let’s get you—” The Legendary Chalice looked up and watched the Devil and the demons rampaging the village as if it was theirs to claim. “No…”

“Ch-Chalice…”

She glanced back at him.

“M-Make sure that my family is safe…please…”

“No, Gabriel. You’re going to make it. You’re going to see them again—”

Gabriel passed out in her arms, exhaling his last breath. She saw the gifts extracted from him, combined together in her hands. She shook her head rapidly in denial.

“No…No! C’mon, Gabriel, I know that you’re stronger than that…please…come back…”

Mugman frowned and noticed a shift in the memory back to the empty hallway with Gabriel disappearing from her arms. He watched her standing over by the pool he kept seeing in his visions with her spear.

Out of spite, she dropped her spear into the pool and watched it sink further and further until the light from the spear faded.

Mugman gasped to see the Most High approaching beside The Legendary Chalice, who was now just holding the Eternal’s Orb.

The Most High stood quietly beside her, taking in the silence until she spoke.

“We’re never your chosen ones, are we?” The Legendary Chalice replied while looking away from the Most High.

The Most High was silent for a moment. He looked down at the pool. “Your group was made to protect mortal kind from demons.”

“But we failed at that…heh, I guess pride really got into some of our heads.”

“If I were you, I would protect these gifts from the Devil. Who knows what he could do with them once he finds them?”

“Right…”

He frowned and placed his hand on her shoulder. A sigh escaped his lips. “You will remember them for a long time. The memories of both the good and the bad will be engraved in your head. You will be reborn and you will still have half of your powers once you moved on to the next life. But I will tell you this, you will have this again. You will have friends who you cared about. People you will fight for and with. And they will care for you back.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“The New Calix Animi will be formed in the times of trouble. You’ll see,” The Most High replied.

The memory of the Most High and The Legendary Chalice faded away.

Mugman was left facing the darkness.

~.~

 Captain Brineybeard, Aurora, O’Fera, Elder Kettle, Dice, Porkrind, Jerry, and Saltbaker followed Murray through the forest where they witnessed the mausoleum glowing blue.

“What the heck?!” Saltbaker shrieked at the sight.

Murray ran into the building without hesitation.

The others stood outside of the entrance with wide eyes in shock.

“Are we sure we should enter there?” Dice questioned the group.

The screams echoed from outside, sounding like Cassidy’s.

“CASSI!” Porkrind and Jerry gasped in unison and hurried inside.

“Guys, wait!” O’Fera shouted while the others chased after them.

They noticed a large gap in the middle of the room, but they didn’t hesitate to jump in.

Once they reached the bottom of the pit, they widened their eyes at the sight of the kids suffering with something glowing within each of them. There was a bright blue glow within the pool ahead of them, but they weren’t focused on that.

Brineybeard didn’t hesitate to hurry besides Natalie and cradle her in his arms. “Natalie, are ye alright, lass?”

Natalie clenched her teeth and looked up at Brineybeard and Aurora. “B-Briney…?”

“It’s alright, lass, we’re here.”

Porkrind and Jerry noticed Cassidy screaming in pain at the far corner of the hallway.

“Hold on, honey!” Porkrind shouted while both of the men hurried towards her.

Cassidy noticed both of her father figures coming up to her, scurrying back in fear. “No, stay back—” Unintentionally, the vines burst from the ground to stab the men, but Dice’s card swiftly moved in front of them to block the attack.

Porkrind shielded Jerry with his body, not aware that the card came to defend him too until he noticed Dice hurrying beside him.

“You guys okay?” Dice questioned them.

Porkrind moved the card aside and watched his daughter writhe in pain. He was about to go around the card and the vines to get to his daughter, but the vines grew more to block his way.

Saltbaker rushed by Chalice and Canteen holding each other. “Hey, what’s going on?!”

Both Chalice and Canteen couldn’t answer, their limbs shaking from gold and dark blue glows in their veins.

O’Fera noticed Murray crawling over to Cuphead, hugging him despite his son being on fire and suffering. The different colored glows grew brighter and brighter in the room where Elder Kettle and O’Fera were the only ones covering their eyes.

The different-colored glows shined bright from outside of the mausoleum and then dimmed. Once the brightness was turning dim, Elder Kettle and O’Fera uncovered their eyes to watch the glow from the pool faded into darkness.

Murray fell over on the floor with Cuphead in his arms, no longer suffering.

Natalie went limped in Brineybeard’s arms for a moment.

Chalice and Canteen regained their breaths, still holding onto each other for dear life.

Cassidy trembled in the cold as Porkrind was able to get around the now dead vines and picked his daughter up in her arms.

“Are you okay, honey?” Porkrind asked softly.

“I-I don’t know,” Cassidy answered with a whimper.

Jerry came beside them and comforted Cassidy. “It’s alright. We’re right here.”

Elder Kettle approached Cuphead and Murray. “Are you guys okay? Wait, where’s your brother?”

Cuphead lifted his eyes up to the old tea kettle and then shifted his gaze at the pool that was no longer glowing. “M-Mugsy…”

O’Fera glanced at what Cuphead was looking at. She didn’t hesitate to jump into the pool after Mugman.

“O’Fera!” Elder Kettle called.

There were bubbles forming into the surface as O’Fera popped back out of the water with passed out Mugman in her arms. She yanked him out of the water by the collar of his shirt with her mouth and used her arms to get on the cobblestone floor.

Mugman breathed heavily, his limbs trembling. He fluttered his eyes open to find his friends, his brother, and his girlfriend having different-colored glows in their veins. He blinked a couple of times to realize something must have happened while he was in the pool. He glanced up at O’Fera.

“You okay, kid?” she asked.

“What happened?” Elder Kettle probed the other kids.

The other kids looked at Mugman, who didn’t know how to answer.

“What did I just do?” Mugman uttered in fear. 

To Be Continued...

#cuphead #mugman #ocs x canons #ms chalice #canteen hughes #king dice #elder kettle #porkrind #cuphead jerry #cuphead: isle of memories rewrite #chef saltbaker #the howling aces cuphead #oc parent #ribby and croaks #djimmi the great

[tciddaemina]

At winter’s end, there is rumor of a strange manor appearing in the western Wolfswood, home to an equally strange man and his tall, kindly wife. Lord Rickard Stark, Warden of the North, seeks answers.

fic rec time. have you ever wanted a crossover that would open new doors in your brain and allow the raw beauty of the galaxy to come leaking in? do you love bloodborne, and its beautiful atmosphere of eldritch horror and existential dread? do you love game of thrones, and vibe its commitment to the grim reality of life in a middle aged fantasy setting? boy do i have a fic for you

let me give you the brief checklist

immersive, exceptional, excellently thought out worldbuilding, speculating on what would happen when you clash the technology of a victorian age fantasy setting with a medieval one, examining the differences in religion, philosophy, and even (fuck this fic is sexy) people's concepts of honor?

do you love the starks and want more of them, do you in fact want a whole lot of them, including loving development of Eddard and his brother growing up and how they become the men they end up being?

eldritch characters who just aren't quite right in a terrifying way, causing deep unease in every interaction. friendly good neighbors who have been nothing but amiable but are none the less wrong in an unplaceable and deeply chilling way?

top tier fight scenes, which fucking chug the spirit of combat in bloodborne, featuring trick weapons and and a sense of deep beauty at the skill of such brutal, fast-pace, and terrifying violence

just all round exceptional writing, with a real knack for character voices and creating an engaging and simultaneously complex and easy to follow plot

it doesn't matter if you don't know bloodborne, read it anyway. it doesn't matter if you don't know game of thrones, read it. its a work in progress, yes, but if you enjoy a good fic you would be remiss in passing this one up. it is a hecking tasty morsel, and a feast you that will leave you hungrily waiting at the door for more

#fic recs #bloodborne #game of thrones #fanfiction

[incorrect-smtown-quotes]

Seulgi: What’s with you and Leeteuk?

Irene: He looks out for the neighborhood, has a dope fashion sense, and I really respect him.

Leeteuk: [Walks into the room]

Irene: What’s up, dickwad?

Leeteuk: [Finger guns at her]

#red velvet #Super Junior #kang seulgi #bae juhyun #park jeongsu #anyways the controversy between these two is dumb #they're obviously best friends if you pay attention #their also both adults who respect each other #smtown stans can we not fight? #we got enough issues with the god damned company #we gotta stick together like family #all the idols in sm are super close with one another #these fights are petty and pointless and prove nothing but negativity about us #elfs dont hold a grudge against reveluvs for this #reveluvs please own up to your mistake in judgement and apologize #we all want to protect our idols #but sometimes we just really dont need to #this was one of those times #anyways love thy brother love thy neighbor #remember most idols are adults that have their own voice and dont need us to speak for them #no ones reading this anymore so just. #be calm #incorrect kpop quotes #admin C #all queued up

[kittydeany77]

First of all THIS GIF. Ah in love.

Anyway here we here again. Finally! Dean enters the chat! I mean the fic… lol. Enjoy this new chapter of my first ever fanfic. Please let me know what you think, i dont mind hate or good words! But positivity is better than negativity 💕

Alone Again

Chapter 3

Dean Winchester x reader

Its a quaint and cozy farmhouse. Patricia and Maggie help T-Dog by stitching up his cut. It was all along his forearm and seemed to have been infected. Although he was given some medication that Glenn said was from someone named Merle.

“Do you know what your friend Merle was taking it for?”

“The clap.” Then glenn sees maggie look at him. “Uh venereal disease. Merle is no longer with us maam. His brother Daryl gave us all the pill bottles.”

“Well that man just saved your life T-Dog. This infection will go away nicely in no time. You just need to take it easy and keep it clean. We need to get some water and food into you also. Then I recommend some sleep”

“Thank you, you’re all way too kind.” T-Dog was uncomfortable but still able to be as respectful as possible.

You watched as Glenn excused himself outside and then after a few beats, Maggie followed him. T-Dog was done being stitched up and patched so he was eating and sitting down at the table. Patricia excused herself to clean up so you thought this was a good time to sit in the living room and just think. About how you got here and where you were to go the next day. Was there anyway you could stay? You didnt want to be a burden. And they seemed so nice. How could you abandon such a nice thing… maybe you could offer to be a farm hand.

A truck approached the house and everyone rushed outside. It was the one that left earlier in the day. A problem though… only one man returned. The one who made you uneasy when you looked at him. Where was the other man?

“Wheres Otis?”

“Im sorry… there were walkers everywhere… i tried… im so sorry”

“No one tells patricia, i need her. I need ger to help me save the boy” and with that, Hershel rushed inside with whatever medical supplies the man brought back.

…

Rick waited outside with his wife Lori and the man, Shane you learned his name, while you went back inside with Maggie and the others. Everyone was waiting to see if the boy made it through. Knowing he lasted this long, he had to make it. You had a feeling he would. Maggie and Glenn were talking in the other room and you noticed them taking a liking to each other quite quickly. It was nice to see. Something normal like crushes and oining after someone. Was that something you could have one day? Probably not. With what happened in Washington…

Hershel came down the stairs and went outside. He told everyone that the boy, Carl, had made it through and stabilized. No one had words and was so relieved. It was so refreshing to be standing here, apart of something kind and to feel the connection between these people. Once everyone discussed who would talk to Patricia about Otis and check on Carl, you felt alone. No one talked to you and started finding places to settle in for the night. You started to worry that maybe you needed to leave.

“Y/N, come with me” Maggie had startled you from your thoughts. “You can sleep in mine and my sisters room”

“Okay, are you sure? I dont want to intrude on anyone”

“We will set you up on the floor. It will be like a sleepover, and whens the last time any of us had something normal like that?”

“Thank you Maggie, this is all too much and i dont know how to repay you all for being so kind”

“Dont worry about it, Daddy said we have to help thy neighbor as we would want to be helped if we were in trouble or needed a bed”

You noticed everyone else had settled into makeshift beds around the house for the night. Maggies younger sister, Beth, was a sweet girl. You all curled into beds and whispered into the night. Slowly getting comfortable with each other and building a bond you didnt yet know would become so important to you.

…

The next morning everyone rises and gets ready for the day. Rick catches you up on how they got to Carl getting shot over a cup of coffee in thekitchen. He told you about everyone in their group and who they had lost. His adventure from the hospital to finding his wife and son. You didnt tell him much about yourself, just why you moved to Georgia and your apartment getting overrun with the dead and infected. So you decided to get away from the city and thats when you ran into maggie. His smile was kind and sincere once you told him that much. There was no demand or request of expanding your background. A quiet farm. Yes, you could do this. You’re strong enough to try trusting again.

Vehicles approaching caught everyones attention. It was nice outside, the warm sun and soft breeze felt good on your skin. You watched as people from vehicles stretched and walked up. Rick went to an older gentleman and said Carl would be okay. In this moment of everyone greeting and exchanging names, you took it upon yourself to really look at each face. All of them seemed so normal. Human. They didnt make you feel uneasy. Like shane did. He seemed off since returning last night. He couldnt be trusted. You could already see that. Unlike maggie and the others who youve already made a decision on. Then right on queue with this thought of others, your eyes scanned to someone you hadnt noticed the first time through. A man with beautiful green eyes. It looked as if he came out of the RV much later than everyone else. You tried to remember all the names that Rick told you and piece it to this man.

Just then Maggie came up to ask you for a quick walk to the stables and check on the horses with her. The man in question would have to wait. His eyes never leaving your mind. You felt you could swim in them all day if you were allowed. Why?

Maggie spent the next hour teaching you basics of horse care. She had been coming up with ideas of you “paying back” as she quoted you from before. Even went as far as asking her dad if you could stay and help on the farm. Of course with your luck, he hadnt made a decision yet. That could be both a blessing or curse in the end. Either way you would survive. You had up until now and already growing in confidence each day about your survival in this world.

When you and Maggie left the stables for the house, Hershel called for Maggie. He wanted her to make a run into town and Rick had offered Glenn to go with her. So with that Maggie excused herself to find Glenn. You took this moment of finding confidence in yourself and asked Rick if theres anything you could help with. He flashed his kind sheriff smile again and said you could help someone named Carol set up camp. She was currently setting uo laundry and cooking areas in the group of trees a ways from the house. You noticed all their vehicles were parked near it and tents were already set up. As you walked over to greet Carol, you nonchalantly scanned for the green eyed man. You spotted him talking to a man in a fishing hat by the RV. Just then he looked over at you. It caught you off guard and as you tried to look away to act like you werent just staring, you tripped over a log.

Graceful. Just peachy... This would happen to you. For once you spot a man worthy of staring at and you lose your ground.

…staring? That was unlike you though. Yes you would see attractive men and have little moments of wishing you could pine after them or feel the butterflies in your stomach. But, if Maggie and Glenn could show its okay to have that sense of normalcy during an apocalypse, then maybe you could have that too… did you deserve it? After all these years? Being torn down… rebuilding yourself. No. Probably not.

“Are you Carol?” You finally shook your head from its wandering thoughts of the green eyed man.

“Yes, whats your name?”

“Y/N. Rick sent me over and said i could help you set up the camp you all are making here”

“Oh thats lovely of you, why dont you set up a cooking station around these picnic tables while i set up a laundry area. So you dont know hershel and his family?”

You made small talk with Carol, gave her the rundown of how you came about this farm. She was sweet. The conversation led to what some of the people were doing, like a man named Daryl, and looking for Carols daughter Sophia. After awhile Carol was asked to leave with the man you didnt like, Shane, and another woman. Shes blonde, Andrea. Kind eyes but you could tell she was a little on edge around people.

Unsure of what to do now, you decided to ask Patricia if it was alright to walk the farm and get a feeling of the surrounding area. She said it was alright and to just stay away from the barn out of respect. You politely obliged and went on your way.

Everyone was working on something as the day went on. Some had gathered around a water well and there was trouble but you didnt help. Honestly you were trying to keep your distance for the day. Test the waters and boundaries. All while keeping an eye out for the green eyed man. He was nowhere to be found since early that morning. Surely he would show up this evening for the funeral Hershel wanted to have for Otis. It was going to be on the outskirts of the farm, under the trees and give the family time to say some nice words.

The day went on, you found some wild strawberries to pick, you were knowledgeable on foraging and this type of survival world put that to good use. Maybe Carol has a bowl or basket for these and everyone can have some tonight. It was a nice thought to have considering you still were building up trust with everyone. You walked under the trees on the edge of the fields. Staying safe was always on your mind but you had a knife and machete. Quiet ways to kill and not attract anything. No guns though. You knew how to shoot but the last one you had was taken from you. Never minding to get your hands on another. The sun shined through the leaves and danced on your face and grass. Who knew peace could still be found…

A rustle in the bushes to your right caught your attention. You looked up to see the green eyed man walking towards you. Both pausing in step to stare at one another. He had a hunting rifle slung on his shoulder and two dead rabbits in his hand. He can hunt, thats good. People wouldnt starve at least. The tension in the air hung thick until you took a deep breath and said “hello, im Y/N… youre with Ricks group right?”

It took him a short moment to get past his stumbles of words and he awkwardly shifted on his feet while looking at the ground for a moment. But when he looked back at you, he had a shy boyish grin and his eyes seemed to glow brighter from the sunlight. “Yeah my name is Dean, Dean Winchester, are those strawberries you have?”

#twd #supernatural #fandom #help #cute #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester fic #walking dead #dean winchester slowburn #dean winchester smut #dean x you #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #fanfic #multifandom #fanfiction

[kikyan]

~Pop goes [Y/n]~

Yandere! Laughing Jack x Female!Reader

“ Hey [Y/N]?” 

“ Yes, dear old brother of mine?” 

“ I finally made a friend. . .” 

“ Oh? What does this friend look like? What’s his name?” 

“ Well his name is Laughing Jack and he is a clown!” 

“ Oh, a clown? I love clowns!! When can I meet him!” 

“ He’s my friend [Y/N]. . .” 

[Y/N] little brother whined as he looked at his sister hanging upside down from the tree in their backyard. [Y/N] wasn’t like most girls, while most girls would ignore their brother, younger or older [Y/N] didn’t. She absolutely adored her younger brother Zach. 

“ I’m not trying to take away your friend silly!! I just want to meet him!! How does he look?” 

“ Well. . . he is super tall and is black and white all over. Plus he-” 

“ Wait. He is black and white?” 

“ Yes, dummy if you listened-” 

“ Why isn’t he colorful like the rest of the clowns we’ve seen?” 

“ I don’t know but I can ask him!” 

“ Please do because I am curious! Can’t keep me in suspense now can you?” 

Jumping down from the tree [Y/N] fixed her clothing which consisted of jeans and a hoodie, complementing the cold temperatures plaguing her small town. Fixing her hair so it wasn’t in the way, [Y/N] ran to engulf Zach in a hug as she twirled him around laughing, causing Zach to smile and laugh as well. 

“ You know I love you right Zach!” 

“ Of course! You tell me that everyday sister!” 

“ Well, I don’t want you to forget okay! Now let’s go back inside because I am freezing out here and I know that we are both craving some food right about now.” 

“ Okay [Y/N]! Also, Jack told me that he doesn’t have color because he isn’t like most clowns!” 

“ Well, that’s interesting, we don’t attack creativity or originality so that’s good!” 

~~ 

“ YOU’RE LEAVING US!” 

“ I CAN’T STAND IT HERE WITH YOU ANYMORE!” 

“ OH SO FUCK YOUR WIFE AND KIDS HUH? YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO GET A JOB RIGHT? NOW YOU’RE LEAVING ME AND THE KIDS FOR THAT WHORE!” 

“ DON’T INSULT HER LIKE THAT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE A LITTLE LATER THAN USUAL! BESIDES, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE ENOUGH PEOPLE TO SUSTAIN YOU!” 

“ WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” 

“ MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WHORING AROUND MAYBE WE WOULDN’T BE HERE!” 

“ AND THE KIDS?” 

“ YOU BIRTHED THEM NOT ME! YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE!” 

As the screaming raged on [Y/N] Zach close by as he was sobbing in the hug. Asking his big sister why their parents were arguing and why they were screaming, most importantly why they were hiding but [Y/N] only smiled as she laughed and placed a kiss on Zach’s forehead. 

“ It’s okay Zach! Remember the song I taught you, “ Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel!” 

Zach nodded before singing as soft gasps came out as he tried to calm his breathing and stop his crying as he sang with [Y/N]. Soon after the screams ended  [Y/N] smiled as Zach fell asleep with his cheeks all puffy and slightly red. Kissing his forehead slightly, [Y/N] whispered as she promised Zach a promise that she has yet to break. 

“ I’ll protect you Zach, I swear it. Nothing and  no one will harm you for as long as I live.” 

The next day [Y/N] woke up with Zach’s hand holding her own as she guided him down the stairs after brushing their teeth in the morning. [Y/N] smiled as she and Zach both jumped down from the second step to the floor, giggling a bit as they skipped over to the kitchen. To their surprise, their mother was already up and running cursing small curses as she tried to make breakfast for her kids. 

“ You kids are awake! Great I have an interview at 9 and it’s 8:45! [Y/N], you can finish the rest of the breakfast right? Remember chores first and games later okay! See you soon!” 

Their mother ran as she hurriedly put on her heels and grabbed her purse, exiting the house soon enough. [Y/N] stood holding the spoon that was used to mix the contents of a pot wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. 

“ Um. . . Zach, sit at the table and I’ll make us breakfast okay!” 

“ Okay [Y/N].” 

[Y/N] grabbed a chair and climbed it to peek at the contents, it was just oatmeal but it couldn’t be that hard to make, could it? She simply got the container and read the directions making sure to follow it correctly. After making the food [Y/N] served it and handed a plate to Zach and placed hers next to him. 

“  [Y/N] I’m thirsty.” 

“ I think we have some spare orange juice, I’ll see if I can find it.” 

Going to the fridge [Y/N] opened it and found a small bottle of orange juice that was filled enough for both of them to drink from. As she made it back she served her brother a cup of juice which he drank rapidly. [Y/N] only smiled as she picked up her own spoon only for Zach to say, “ [Y/N] my food is hot. Can you blow on it?” 

Sighing a bit she laughed and picked up the spoon blowing on it slightly to cool down the oatmeal and decided to play around with it. 

“ Zach! Here comes the airplane!” 

Making childish sound, ‘vrooom’, ‘ Zooom’ she spoonfed Zach the oatmeal she prepared, it seemed like the disaster that occurred yesterday was being drowned out of the laughter of Zach as he enjoyed playing with his older sister. 

~~ 

“ [Y/N] I’m hungry.” 

“ Hold on Zach if we could rush cooking trust me I would, I am starving.” 

“ Jack gave me some candy that I could have.” 

“ And he didn’t give me some? I am offended.” 

“ Because you are a girl [Y/N]” 

“ That does not make sense but okay I guess, treasure your candy and I’ll treasure our dinner.” 

“ Wait, I want to eat dinner too!” 

“ You already have candy Zach, you can’t have dinner if you have candy!” 

“ O-okay! I’ll put it away!” 

“ I’m just playing Zach but if you have candy before dinner it will give you a tummy ache, and you won’t enjoy candy if you do that.” 

“ Hmm... Okay [Y/N]” 

Mixing around the chicken noodle soup [Y/N] pondered and thought where her brother got the candy from. He said Jack gave it to him, but Jack wasn’t real was he? Unless. . .

“ Hey Zach, question what kind of Candy did Jack give you?” 

“ Hm. . . not sure all I know is that they are colorful though. I would share but Jack doesn’t want you to have any.” 

“ Hmph! Fine! That’s fine, I guess I won’t share my soup with him either! His loss. . .” 

At the sound of this sarcastic remark, Zach jumped up to say, “ H-he says that he can’t give you candy because you aren’t special but your soup looks tasty!” 

“ Oh? Well, thanks for the compliment Jack but it’s a shame that I’m not special enough for candy. If there is extra feel free to take some soup I guess.” 

[Y/N] began to serve dinner with a pondering thought. ‘That candy came from nowhere so it’s only safe to assume that Zach is lying or Jack is real, what did he mean by special? There isn’t much difference between me and Zach aside from age, I would say the both of us have vivid imaginations and similar personality. Wait! Could it be age? I’m gonna have to keep Zach close by... .until I get to the bottom of what’s happening.’ 

[ Y/N only stared at Zach eat the soup with a smile on his face, Zach was the only reason [Y/N] could even smile in this world. 

~ 

“ Brush your teeth?” 

“ Yes.”

“ Wash your face?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ Ready for bed?” 

“ Yes- WAIT! NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” 

“ Keep it down Zach! Before the neighbors come after my as- I mean come complain!” 

“ Were you about to say a naughty word?” 

“ Yes, but I didn’t. Anyway’s we are having a sibling sleepover because mom isn’t coming home till late so.” 

“ Yay! Does that mean I get to cuddle next to that bear dad got you?” 

“ Yes, yes it does. Now onward child to my room!” 

“ Yay! Wait, Jack is asking why I can’t sleep by myself.” 

“ Well, Yah see Jack, Zach and I have sibling sleepovers that not even mom can stop so, it’s a tradition and I will be shook if it ends now!”  

“ What does that mean?” 

“ It’s best if thy don’t know!” 

“ Hmph! Rude.” 

“ I-, okay well someone ain’t getting cuddles!” 

“ Aww C’mon!” 

“ Well hurry to bed.” 

“ Okay, wait,  Jack where are you going?” 

“ Is Jack leaving or something?” 

“ He said he is going to walk around the house.” 

“ Huh, okay just make sure to watch out for some steps.” el

Suddenly, sleep overcame everyone as Zach cuddled into [Y/N] as [Y/N] only stared in horror as she saw the silhouette of another being, assuming they are only staring at them. It was a tall-skinned being with shaggy hair. [Y/N] could not see who or what it was but she tried to steady her breathing and make it seem like  she was already sleeping. 

Suddenly the being began to move and [Y/N] closed her eyes and clutched onto Zach tighter afraid that this being would harm Zach. The being shifted and officially left the room and began going down the stairs only to briefly pause, before stepping over a step and continuing his way down. 

‘ He knew about the step, he knew the stairs had strange steps! Either he was here for some time inside the house already or he is Jack!’ 

[Y/N] stayed awake for some time before succumbing into a deep sleep, not before staring into the eyes of a tall-skinned monochrome man resembling that of a clown. 

~~ 

“ Hey Mom, I’m sorry to bug you but will you be gone all week, at night that is?” 

“ Yes, but why do you wanna know that sweetie?” 

“ Well, let’s just say that Zach really misses you and stuff.” 

“ Zach has you right?” 

“ Well yeah but having a mother seems better, I’m not saying I don’t like taking care of Zach but it’s just that maybe it would be safer if you got here earlier. What in case someone breaks in or something?” 

“ This is a good neighborhood so I doubt that, besides you have the next door neighbors in case of anything so don’t worry. On top of that, why do you ask now? What happened all of the sudden?” 

“ Nevermind mom, I get it, you have to work and I’ll just try my hardest okay! Have a safe day today mom!” 

“ Okay sweetie, remember get Zach to school and you too okay! Bye! Call me or the neighbors if you need something!” 

As [Y/N]’s mom left for work once again in the morning, [Y/N] pondered on the thought that again, like always nothing changed. 

~~ 

“ You have your lunch right?” 

“ Yes!!” 

“ Okay good boy Zach! Now off we go to school, I’ll pick you up after my school okay?” 

“ Okay! Does that mean we can play later after school?” 

“ Of course silly!” 

“ Hey don’t call me that [Y/N]!” 

“ Okay, if you say so, but also if you get good grades! Don’t forget to be nice to ‘ Everyone. . .’.” 

“ But I am!” 

“ Okay but why did you fight with that kid named Tommy?” 

“ He said that the boys had to take care of the girls and that I was a baby because you still took care of me!” 

“ Zach. Let me say something.” 

[Y/N] crouched down to meet her brothers height as she began to speak. 

“ Zach, mom is a girl and she takes care of the both of us! Does that make us babies?” 

“ W-well n-no” 

“ I am your older sister so I have to take care of the younger people! Does that make you a baby?” 

“ No. . .” 

“ You’re not a baby Zach. . . in fact I think you’re a strong boy! Who saved me from the pirates? Who saved me defeat the giant in the backyard?” 

“ I did!” 

“ Exactly, now would a baby be able to do that?” 

“ You’re right [Y/N]! Thanks. . . you really are the best sister in the whole world!!” 

“ I know I am! Now get to school before we both get in trouble-” 

Zach began to run across the field to get to his class as [Y/N] ran to get to her class before her teacher called roll. Upon entering her classroom she was met with her teacher calling roll, luckily, [Y/N] name hadn't been called and she quickly sat down. 

“ I feel so bad for her. . .she was telling me how much she liked that kitty she got. On top of that all those spooky things going around her house.” 

Feeling intrigued, [Y/N] asked about the so called ‘spooky’ things occuring. 

“ Well, Sarah. You know Sarah right? Well, anyways her cat was found last night hanging from the tree, cut open and was spilling some form of candy. It was so gross and Sarah was crying and crying. Her little sister was horrified but Sarah said that all these weird things happened ever since her little sister got a new friend.” 

“ A new friend?” 

“ Yeah, Sarah thinks it was an imaginary friend at first but then her little sister started appearing with treats and whatnot, just something that an imaginary friend wouldn’t do, but she just assumed that her friend was some neighbors kid or a homeless. Anyway, that’s all I know.” 

“ O-o-oh, well if you have Sarah’s number let her know that she has my condolences.” 

“ Of course! Oh wait! [Y/N] don’t you have a little brother?” 

“ Yes I do.” 

“ Has anything strange has been happening so far?” 

“ Well not really we both have a vivid imagination so it shouldn’t be much.” 

“ I see. . . take care of him okay? If it is someone, make sure to keep him safe. There are a lot of strange closeted freaks around here.” 

“ O-oh. . . yea of course! Nothing is going to happen, over my dead body!” 

After class was done, [Y/N] took out her phone and began to search for anything occurring matching those descriptions. 

‘ What would make a good search that might get me something other than clown giving candy’ 

[ Y/N] laughed at her search idea but dismissed it as she remembered that this was important and began to continue searching. 

‘ Hmmm. . . animals dead cut open spilling candy?’ 

“ that might work” 

Once hitting the go button she was met with grotesque images but nothing of the sort. Sighing she tried maybe searching for a more personal thing. 

‘ Black and White imaginary clown’ 

Some lazy articles were present but one that caught her eye was, “ WOMAN CLAIMS HER SON WAS MUR. . . .” 

Without thinking, [Y/N] clicked on the link and was sent to an article talking about a woman who claimed her son was murdered by a monochrome clown. It talked about how the mother had a son named James who told her he had an imaginary friend. However later that day she had a nightmare, of other children in a fair playground. Her son was given candy by his friend but she thought he was lying. Later that day the dog was murdered, cut with candy spilling out. She ran and alerted the neighbors, the cops telling her that it was a robbery, but she swore that everything was locked. The next day she kept her son in, setting a baby monitor to listen for anything strange, but suddenly she claimed her son was killed and nailed onto the wall. She tried to kill the clown except she stabbed her son on accident. She is now in a criminally insane institute and someone keeps playing, “ Pop Goes The Weasel,” outside her room. 

“ Well damn, this clown is one fucked up clown.” 

[Y/N] put her phone away and began to think. The mother found out and after 3 days her son died. This is strange, if this follows a pattern, this is the second day and something should be dead spilling candy late at night. We don’t have an animal so I don’t think that’s gonna happen, but if he improvises, well damn. She checked her phone and link again to find out the clowns name, “ Laughing Jack.” 

‘ Shit. . . it’s the same name as Zach’s friend. . .no doubt about it. This is the same clown we both are dealing with. I swear. . . Zach will not die by his hand!’ 

~~ 

“ I’m sorry [Y/N], but he called you a naughty word and I got mad.” 

[ Y/N] tried to hold back her laughter when she went to pick up her brother that day. According to the teacher, Zach and Tommy got into a fight because Tommy called out a bitch and you just had to laugh. Yet, it was a cute sight to see your brother defend you. Zach kicked Tommy in a certain place, normally Zach would be in trouble but other kids heard what Tommy said so it outweighed the crime. 

“ It’s okay Zach, you tried to help me and that’s all that matters. By the way, did you really kick him there?” 

“ Yes, I know you told me never to hit there but I had too!” 

“ just between us, good job!” 

“ Thank you [Y/N].” 

Walking down until they reached their house, [Y/N] told Zach to put away his things before coming downstairs for lunch. As [Y/N] was preparing a meal she began to think of Jack. If Sarah’s sister happened to have the same friend that would explain where Jack was always leaving to. It all started to make sense, but if her cat died yesterday that would mean that Jack would. . . no he wouldn’t. He would need also need to kill an animal and give it to us, but what if he works differently and there is no pattern? I mean she was the only witness I remember even being on the web. 

“ [Y/N]! What are we eating?” 

‘ I mustn’t think like that, Sarah will be safe, her sister will be safe. Everything will be fine. . .’ 

“ Anything you want Zach. . .” 

~~ 

Setting in a nice room and sleeping, what could go wrong. A loud clunk was heard, waking the siblings with a jolt. This scared Zach, but for [Y/N] she was both scared and glad. If It was jack then luckily Sarah’s sister was safe, but if it wasn’t Jack that would mean that it was a robber and that Jack was going after Sarah’s sister. 

“ [Y/N]. . . what was that? I-is m-m-mom back?” 

“ Stay here Zach!” 

[Y/N] was walking in silence, avoided the step that made noise, and walked down only to hear Zach come down the steps and whisper, “ [Y/N] the bear dad got you is gone!” 

‘ An animal. . .” 

[Y/N] sprinted down and ran the steps to see her teddy bear, the giant one her dad got her for her birthday before he left hanging from the ceiling fan, with candy spilling out. Relief washed over her as she realized that Sarah’s sister would be okay if it weren’t for Zach screaming, alerting his sister to his side. [Y/N]’s eyes widened at the sight, a red liquid. . . ‘ Blood?’ except followed by the blood were a pair of eyes, blue eyes like those of Sarah, small baby teeth, and a tongue. [Y/N] wasted no time and grabbed her brother and ran to the neighbors calling their mother and the police. 

No doubt about it, the police said the same thing. It was probably a robber, but they warned their mother that she shouldn’t leave her children like that alone ever again or CPS would be involved. Their mother thanked them and apologized to the officers along with the neighbors for staying awake and taking care of the children. The police went inside the home to recover the bear and the organs, explaining how they might be connected to a murder that happened recently, right across the street from them, two blocks down. At the sound of this, [Y/N] panicked and asked if the victim was a little girl, blue eyes, light brown hair, an older sister, etc. The officers were surprised and suspicious of [Y/N] for knowing a lot of info and began to question the girl. 

“ How do you know that?” 

“ I heard about some strange things occurring at her house, you see she is one of my classmates and I'm worried! Was it her?” 

“ Y-yes it was, but the conclusion we came to would be that the person who did it probably tried to scare you too and they snuck in to display what you saw in your house. You will be questioned later but be safe. Parts of the crime scene were found in your home, either you’re the next or its someone who gets a kick out of these displays.” 

“ Thank you officer and of course, you will be informed if anything changes!” [Y/N]’s mother apologized and thanked them once more. The house was secure and they could return, the only shocking thing was that Zach was speaking to Jack again. Zach was a little uncomfortable that jack arrived a little later after all this happened and that he was laughing. Zach just kept asking Jack where he was and if he was okay. 

[Y/N]’s mother was a little confused but rushed her children inside the house. [Y/N] walked over to her mom and they began to talk, mostly about the incident. 

“ Mom, hey. . . I think it’s best if me and Zach stay home. . .” 

“ I want you to go to school, it’s safer.” 

“ If someone did some inside the house to scare us, let’s say we are next. That means that they might stalk us and if we go to school, which means that will find out where we are will only lead to more danger.” 

“ If you stay home where he might come back you’ll be in more danger, [Y/N] listen to me, it’s not that hard to listen to your mother is it?” 

“ Why can’t you take the day off and take care of us? You always come home late, ever think that maybe we are more in danger because of that?” 

“ No need to raise your voice nor get sassy! As your mother I am doing the best I can for you guys but if you want to complain then complain to someone else because I am sure we are all shaken up after these events-” 

“ If you were around the house more you would know! Ask your boss, I am sure she will be okay with you staying home or coming home back earlier-” 

“ I bring food to this table, to this home by working more hours! If you had a job then maybe you would understand how difficult it is-” 

“ I do have a job and that’s being the mom you FAILED TO BE!” 

‘ slap’ 

“ I DON’T EVER WANT YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME YOU HEAR!” 

Zach came down the stairs and ran to [Y/N]’s side in fear for her. Their mother sighed and told Zach to go back upstairs to sleep, but Zach refused. [Y/N] laughed a little before grabbing Zach and saying, “ No wonder Dad wanted full custody of us. . .” 

“ W-WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?” 

“ I said what I had to say! Dad saw that you could never be a good mom and look, I am that proof! Who is playing house now?” 

[Y/N] tucked in Zach before giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying good night. She walked back to her room, before Zach said something to [Y/N] that made her smile. “ Y/N, b-be safe, I love you and Jack wants me to tell you, good job for standing up to her.” 

“ Thank you Zach and Jack, thanks for that.” 

~~ 

Another day, and Sarah didn’t come to school so nobody heard the details about last night. [Y/N] has only tonight, because if everything so far has been based on the pattern, Jack was going to kill Zach tonight and [Y/N] wasn’t going to let that happen. She thought of some ways that she could outsmart Jack. 

‘ Jack can teleport because all the doors were locked and he killed Sarah’s sister yesterday and did his whole charade thingy. Anyways, if that’s the case then he can’t know where Zach is but he hangs with him all the time and if I tell Zach to run Jack will only get to him faster, Jack could also kill me too. . .My only choice is to confront him. .’ 

Once having her resolve, [Y/N] left school a little earlier than usual, her mother would be getting a call so no doubt about it she will find out, but in the end she would thank [Y/N] for saving Zach. Except that never happened. It was late at night and [Y/N]’s mother wasn’t going to come home and just stay late working. [Y/N] had a plan to confront him, simply put they were going to have another sibling sleepover, if Jack only killed children he would have to take Zach away from her giving her enough time to bolt with Zach or to tell him to go over the neighbors and leave her with Jack. 

“ Zach, mom is going to be late again so come and sleepover in my room. I don’t have the bear anymore but still, I can be the next teddy bear.” 

“ Okay [Y/N]!” 

Zach was safely tucked in the bed and was snoring peacefully, [Y/N] pretended to be asleep and heard a soft shuffle, only for a voice to speak. 

“ You’re not asleep.” 

[Y/N] opened her eyes, bridal style carried Zach and ran. She had to make it downstairs and at the very least make him go with the neighbors. Zach awoke within the ruckus and was confused when [Y/N] told him to run to the neighbors when she opened the door. Jack apeared right in front of them halfway down the stairs, only for [Y/N] to jump over the railing and continue to the door. 

“ ZACH NOW!” 

Zach ran and kept ringing the bell until the neighbors opened, Zach was safe! [Y/N] turned around to meet with Jack, she sighed before she told him that he would never get Zach. 

“ Thank’s for the compliment but I’m not going to let you hurt Zach.” 

“ Out of all the children I’ve killed, every home I visited, you are the only one who paid attention, cared even, if only the others were like you.” 

“ Thanks, but like I said I don’t intend to let Zach die here!” 

“ You aren’t stupid, you know that I could easily kill him, but I admire that side of you. If only Issac was like that, shame really. I came for life and a life I shall have, so tell me, wanna strike a deal?” 

~~ 

“ Please help my sister!! She is trapped with someone scary!!” 

“ Of course! Let’s call the police!” 

By the time the police were called onto the scene, [Y/N] was long gone. [Y/N]’s mother was arrested for child negligence and for not administering parental supervision such as a babysitter or a relative coming over. Zach was forced to live in an orphanage but his neighbors gladly took him in, unknown to the rest they were trying to have a child for so long but haven’t been able to, Zach didn’t mind. Except, he wanted his sister [Y/N]. 

Christmas rolled around and Zach was opening the gifts his new parents got him, except one was wrapped nicely in decorative paper. Zach’s parents weren’t sure who got it, but it was for Zach. It was a big bear, one like [Y/N] had. Zach cried a little at the memory before smiling, his sister was alive, he knew this, but where was she. She was right outside watching him smile, [Y/N] smiled at the sight before an all too familiar clown arrived to pick her up. He grabbed her hand, feeling nothing from him,  [Y/N] thought back to that night, the night he claimed her as his, mentally. Whether it is for comfort or for something else, Jack was glad to have someone like [Y/N] with him, someone to care for him. He looked down at the girl as he ruffled her hair before leaning forward. 

His hand got closer and closer to her cheek before he touched it. 

“ Pop Goes [Y/N~”

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[beesmygod]

Hey I need some advice. I'm a priest see and recently I took in this guy off the street. Yea yea I know I know but love thy neighbor and all that. Anyway see I have these two silver candlesticks and I just fucking hate them. They were a gift from my asshole brother but he's so damn proud of them and MOM acts like I gotta be respectful and take them even though they clash with my aesthetic- how do I pawn these off onto that guy without looking like I WANT them gone?

i have a great idea. maybe if you put them somewhere alluring, maybe by a flickering fire so that the light catches them just so and causes them to shimmer with promise and then just...go to bed...hehehe. that guy won't be able to resist taking them off your hands!!!

[atomicblasphemy]

Eda becomes some kind of flying taxi service

Amity: So I told Malphas he needed to have a talk with Gary about our coffee break space.

Emira: Mhmm.

Amity: I mean, for one, Gary never cleans after himself. Like, I once saw him leaving his mug dirty for over a week. A WEEK. It was disgusting. It was just sitting dare on the table for days. I didn’t want to clean it, I’m not a doormate. But it was dire and I had no choice. And don’t get me started on the fridge situation. My lunch has been getting smaller by the day and I can’t seem to figure out the culprit.

Emira: That’s nice, Mittens. Isn’t it nice, Edric?

Edric: What?

Amity: Will you guys pay attention? I need some advice on...

*Windows cracking”

Edric: What the...

Hooty: AMITY FELICITY BLIGHT! IT IS I, HOOTCIFER, HARBINGER OF THY DESTINY. COME WITH ME AND I SHALL REVEAL WHAT JOYS THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR THEE.

Amity: I... What?

Hooty: DOTH THOU DARE DEFY FATE? *Swallows Amity*

Emira: ... What just happened? Wasn’t that Eda’s house demon? You know, the one we met before Grom?

Edric: I think it was. I’m not sure though, he sounded more... ominous...

SEVERAL EMOTIONAL MOMENTS LATER

Luz: It’s early... Do you really have to go already?

Amity: Yeah... I still have to finish homework, and I have work tomorrow. But I’ll come back here tomorrow... If you’re okay with it, that is...

Luz: YES! I mean... yeah, I’d love that...

Amity: Anyway... I guess I should get going, we’re not exactly neighbors after all. See you tomorrow then.

Luz: Wait, I have an idea. *Turns around* EDA!

Eda: *Not stopping her flight practice* What?

Luz: Do you think you could give Amity a lift back to her place?

Eda: Oh? Not walking your girlfriend home? Thought you’d be more chivalrous.

Luz: *Showing that Amity’s tomato like properties are infectious* EDAAA!

Eda: Sorry, sorry. But yeah, sure. *Picks up Amity and flies away at neckbreaking speeds. She soon slows down to a more reasonable pace* So... Amity, before I give you that whole “What are your intentions?” scare there’s something I’ve been itching to ask you. What made you chose to dye your hair of all colors, and how did Odd-alia react?

Amity: Luz... Me... Girlfriend...

Eda: Ugh... Don’t make me regret making harmless fun of young love, kiddo.

ONE AWKWARD TAXI EDA FLYING SESSION LATER.

Eda: *Placing Amity on the Blight Manor’s front porch and looking at the two bewildered faces watching her* Sup. *Turns to fly away* Oh right, I guess purple here is in not in the mental state to give any explanations.

Amity: Small ceremony... Human realm... Only friends and family... Boscha is not invited...

Emira: Are you... Edalyn Clawthorne?

Eda: Last I checked I was.

Emira: You look different.

Eda: Oh right... Look, it was a very eventful night so let me start with the simpler one. King, you remember him, right? Tiny, angry, looks like a cat, was the MC at the last Grom along with Goops.

Emira and Edirc: Yeah...?

Eda: He’s harnessing all the powers of yelling. I guess all children his age kinda do that but he went above and beyond and actually learned how to make things go boom with his voice alone, and that’s why both Luz and your sister are still alive. And now I’m realizing I should probably go hide all those Death Metal records I got in human realm. Can’t risk turning my son into a weapon of mass destruction. Not yet.

Edric: That’s... nice... I guess?

Emira: How about Mittens?

Eda: Right. She and Luz are an item now. It was adorable, I called her Luz’s girlfriend then I think it finally really hit her and that made her go all catatonic on me. Sorry about that.

Edric: WHAT?

Emira: Okay, okay... So came out with it? Ed and I have some scores to settle.

Eda: I... Both, I guess? I don’t know, it was sort of at the same time. But I don’t want to spoil it for when she recovers. So I guess us three are kinda family now, huh? Tangentially at least, like you’re my nephew and niece-in-law or something like that, I don’t know.

Eda: The important thing is: there’s a huge waterway under my house and I think it is actually part of my property. Now I need to figure out a way to find out how big that place actually is without letting town hall know so my taxes won’t go up. Can’t push my tax evasion skills. I mean, can you imagine it? The Owl Lady, the most successful outlaw in Boiling Isles history: arrested for fiscal crimes.

Emira: Okay... That’s... cool.

Edric: Yeah... Not to pry though, but what happened to you?

Eda: Oh... Me? I got very high. Not on purpose. Then I became a Harpy. Also not on purpose.

Emira: ... I’m sorry but I’m not following the cause and effect relation between those thing.

Eda: Neither am I. All I remember is: Hooty spiked some cookies; I revisited that time I gauged out my dad’s eye, also not on purpose; then when I push my ex away (You know, Raine Whispers, current head of the Bard Coven, lead a small revolutionary guerrilla, now under mind control. Oh, yeah, guess they’d make to sure to keep it under wraps, anyway...)

Eda: Then it got pretty weird. I got trapped by this tall hooded sun and moon figure and I’m not sure whether that was an actual memory (I did get arrested a few time after all) or if it was just a hallucinogenics induced manifestation of the subconscious trauma of being persecuted for years by the state. Anyone’s guess to which was it.

Eda: And then I became Icarus, fell into the sea, and became a piece of paper. Then I was at the beach, the piece of paper was also there, but that’s not important... I hope... Anyway, so, my curse was there too an for a moment there I thought we were gonna play some chess, but nah.

Eda: I did have an epiphany though. The sky changed colors and now I’m a Harpy. Gotta a lot of stuff to process right.

Edric: *Wide eyed and mouth agape* Mother of Titan...

Emira: *Same as her brother* Do you... need a hug or something?

Eda: Ehh... Don’t worry, I’ll get through. I mean, I’m a badass Harpy woman now, what else could I want? I appreciate the thought though. Anyway, I’ll get going, Luz has probably been stuck in the same place ever since I left. Was nice seeing you guys. *Turns around*

Edric: WAIT, EDA.

Eda: Yeah? What is it?

Edric: Can you take me flying a little bit like you did Mittens? Pretty please?

Emira: *Elbowing her brother* EDRIC!

Edric: What? There’s a tall and friendly winged lady standing in our front porch and calling us family...

Eda: Kinda family.

Edric: Kinda family. And we only went flying, on dad’s staff mind you, like twice. And I mean, look at her. That’s clearly a person with next to no regard for speed limits or any form of flying safety. *Turns to Eda* I mean that as the highest of compliments, by the way.

Eda: *Nodding and smiling* Well, I’m not one to brag... But you’re on point there.

Edric: *Turning back to Emira* See? It will be fun. *Turns back to Eda while making puppy eyes* So, pretty pretty please?

Eda: Eh... What the heck, why not? I do need to get a better hold of this flying thing after all. Fair warning though, I only had these for about an hour, I’m not taking responsibility for any loss of limb or life. *Picks Edric up and place him on one of her shoulders and turns to Emira.* You sure you don’t wanna come with? There’s plenty of room.

Emira: ... I never said I didn’t want to...

Eda: *Placing Emira on her other shoulder* Alritty then, make sure to hold on tight to my hair, just don’t fall into it. Can’t promise I’ll find you if you do. And up we go. *Takes off at neckbreaking speed*

Eda: So... I tried that to Mittens herself, but she was too lost in elation to form coherent sentences. What’s the deal with her hair color change? Why did she pick that specific shade of... pink? Lavender? Purple? Whatever, I was a tad curious about that choice coming from one of Odd-alia’s offspring. So either of you can shed some light on it for me?

Emira: Eh, what can I say? Our little Mittens is growing up, coming out of her shell. I mean, if you told me a month that she’d have a girlfriend by now I’d call it bullshit. Though I would have guessed Luz as being the most likely candidate. In any case, I’m pretty proud of the steps our baby sister is taking, not gonna lie.

Edric: Yeah... Same. But I can’t shake the feeling that it is at least in part an act of rebellion against mom. She did always have that weird fixation with Amity’s hair after all...

Eda: Hum, I see. This actually takes me to my follow up question. How did your mom react when she saw it?

Edric: *chuckling* Oh, I thought she’d have a stroke right then and there.

Emira: Yup. Never saw mom that mad. You’d think the two of us would be the ones to cause it but nope, Mittens beat us to it. Again, I’m a proud big sister.

Eda: Hehehe Sounds about right. You two are the troublemaking type then huh?

Edric: That’s a way of putting.

Emira: We like thinking of ourselves as practical entertainers however. We are in the Illusions track so it comes with the territory. Buuut...

Edric: We indulge in some prankery every now and then, and there’s no one better at it than us.

Eda: Is that so? Ever get in trouble for it?

Edric: Sometimes... When we (kind of accidentally) cause more property damage than intended because SOMEONE botched their end of the spell and caused Bump’s office to almost go up in flames.

Emira: Awww. Ed, I told you already. Don’t beat yourself over it. Accidents happen. You’ll do better next time.

Edric: HEY!

Emira: Anyway, Eda. Why were you asking about Mittens’ hair?

Eda: Oh... You guys are going to love this. I think. Anyway, did you know that me and your parents attended Hexside at the same time?

Edric: Yeah, I remember mom seeing one of your wanted posters a while back and calling you “Ewdalyn Clownthorne” or something like that.

Eda: Ah, haven’t heard that in a minute, Titan those were the day. Anyway, as you might have guessed by now me and your mother we... had a bit of a rivalry. Unfortunately, I couldn’t top the nickname she gave me, best I could do was Odd-alia. No offense, but Blight doesn’t give much to work with in terms of puns, can’t get funnier than that. Especially when thrown at her.

Emira: None taken. And yeah. I mean, it is fun when people call us stuff like “The Blights of Hexside”. But it is kinda sad to know we’ll never get a nickname as cool as Owl Lady or Lord Calamity.

Eda: Oh, my fame still precedes me huh? You know, I think the three of us will get along just fine.

Edric and Emira: Yup, we sure will.

Eda: Anyway, flattery aside... Part of the reason why I love poking your mom with a short stick was, other than how aggravated she’d get and how surprisingly good at paying in kind she was, the fact that she was in the Oracle track. You see, that made her a challenge. And given how she would actually prank me back (successfully, mind you, I have no shame in admitting that) I feel like like we actually a weird sort of friends, or at least we reached some kind of agreement that we were fair game for each other. And trust me, she was ruthless, and very good at escalating things.

Emira: Wow...

Edric: That sounds nothing like the mom we know. Other than the ruthless or the escalation part, that is still true.

Eda: Yeah, anyway. Part of our little game was keeping it hidden. Neither your dad or my sister actually ever realized what was going on until... well, I’ll get to that.

Eda: Anyway, so some lovely day I notice how weirdly obsessed with her hair Odd-alia was. This gives me some ideas, but I know I have make this the mother of pranks, so I decided to just keep a watch, to figure out what the best way to go about it would be. And I was also making those smaller pranks, something to throw her Oracle powers off-balance, you know?

Eda: Well... Back in the day your mother wasn’t monochromatic as she is nowadays. She’d circle through all colors you can think off on her accessories (which she used an ungodly amount, and no judgement it just never seems physically possible). But I noticed that there was one very specific color that she never got anywhere near her.

Edric and Emira: No way...

Eda: And as I said, she was weirdly obsessed with her hair... And as top student of the Potions track making hair dye was child’s play for me... So... do the math... And guess what very specific color was? I may be bad at color names, but I won’t ever, EVER, forget that particular shade.

Edric and Emira: No... freaking... way...

Eda: Yes... freaking... way... I mean, seriously, the first time I saw Amity’s new hair I had to do a double take. The resemblance was just too uncanny.

Emira: And what did she do?

Eda: Well... For a couple weeks there I thought I’d have to place a restriction order on her or something like that. Ultimately the two of us, along with Lilith and Alador (they were our attorneys, no they were not qualified for the role.) sitting across from each other in a very formal looking table, signing a contract. An actual freaking contract setting clear limits to our mutual pranks, like what was off limits like her hair or my then partner, how long was the maximum period a prank could last, so on. Surprisingly enough that was Al’s idea.

Eda: And let me tell you, that was probably the toughest negotiation I ever been a part of. Shame it was not long before I dropped out so never could really put it to use. You know, sometime I think this actually made Odd-alia realize she wanted to be a business woman. I mean, before that she’d go off about how she’d join the Emperor’s Coven all the damn time.

Edric: Wow...

Emira: I second that. Really, wish I had brought something I could take notes on. You completely blown anything we ever did out of the water.

Edric: No wonder she never told us that. You know what? I think I’m dying my hair that color first thing tomorrow.

Emira: Can we tell Amity this story?

Eda: Are you two actually thinking of antagonizing her? Are you crazy? First off, she’s your mother, she holds power over you. All you’d accomplish is getting grounded. Not to mention that she has decades of experience on you, even if she wasn’t your mom, she’d demolish the two of you. No offense, you’re still young, naive, you lack guidance in the ways of the pranksters.

Edric and Emira: *Dejectedly* Ohh... You’re right...

Eda: Hey... Don’t look so gloomy. I see a lot of potential in you, in both of you. *Sighs* I can’t believe I’m gonna take more kids under my wing... But.... Have you guys ever heard of the Bad Girl Coven Initiative? We annoy our foes into submission.

Edric and Emira: WE’RE LISTENING.

Eda: Heh... We’ll get along just fine indeed.

#THE OWL HOUSE #the owl house hooty #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #amity blight #luz noceda #king clawthorne #the owl house boscha #raine whispers #I lost track of what was trying to accomplish halfway though writing this. read at your own discretion.

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@matt-boyd04​‘s Favorite Fics 

(or ten of them anyway)

I want to know what your favorite fics are so I can read new stuff! We hope you find something new here to read. I can’t wait for some of these. If you want to submit please send me an IM. Happy reading!

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 | 28,959 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

The Not So Beauty to Your Beast by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 | 64,487 | Mature | Sterek)

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

“Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

“By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

Wait.

What?

A Little Lost by exclamation

(32/32 | 73,366 | Mature | Sterek)

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?

And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Blood is (Not) Thicker Than Water by Anxiety_Baker02

(13/13 | 78,000 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles hasn’t seen his extended family in years- mostly because they’re assholes. His cousins bully him relentlessly, and his aunts and uncles aren’t much better. So when he hears that they’re coming out for a family reunion, he’s understandably upset. He knows the next week is going to be hell, and it’s made worse when a new pack shows up, vowing revenge on their pack.

Cathedrals by KarasuYurei, KouriArashi

(17/17 | 78,639 | Teen | Sterek | Shadowhunters Crossover)

After the events with Deucalion and Jennifer Blake, Derek goes on a search for his biological family. He, Stiles, and Cora head to New York City to try to find the family he doesn’t remember. It turns out that there was a lot to his adoption that he never knew.

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt

(43/43 | 83,838 | Explicit | Sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

Dirty Little Secret by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 | 91,001 | Explicit | Sterek)

“Holy shit, this is a date!” he blurted out, turning back to Derek wide-eyed. “This is a date! You intended for this to be a date, this was supposed to be a date!” He figured if he said it enough times, maybe he would believe it, but so far, no dice.

Derek was scowling again—seriously, did he want wrinkles?—but he just reached into one of the bags and pulled out a burger, checking what was written on the foil in sharpie before handing it over to Stiles.

“Of course it’s a date, what did you think this was?”

Love Thy Neighbor...He’s Hot by Triangulum

(3/3 | 117,105 | Not Rated | Sterek)

Derek and Laura seriously lucked out with Stiles as their neighbor. Yeah he can be loud, but he keeps it to normal hours, and he brings them food, they have movie nights, he's so beautiful, and okay, Derek might be pining. The only problem is, Stiles has a girlfriend. And Derek HATES her.

OR

The one where Derek and Laura live next door to Stiles, and Derek has a completely out of control crush. A Sterek as neighbors one shot AU that got wildly out of control.

Teen Sorcerer by G8rguy

(26/26 | 168,346 | Not Rated | Sterek | Doctor Strange crossover)

Stiles Stilinski is tired.  Tired of being ignored and forgotten once the research is done.  After defeating Gerard and freeing Jackson from the Kanima he thought things would improve but somehow it got worse.  Derek is focused on building his pack which includes the newly rescued Erica and Boyd, freed after Allison realized her grandfather was nutso, and the freed Jackson who narrowly avoided being shipped overseas by his parents.  Scott is focused on his neverending relationship drama with Allison and his new best bud Isaac.  Left alone more often than not, Stiles feels everyone is moving on without him so he looks for his own path.

When Deaton is unable to help him with his Spark he looks elsewhere and finds others who help him along until he finds himself meditating in his room and is surprised by an Astral form that shows up.  Unknowing attracting the attention of the new Sorcerer Supreme, Stiles discovers that he might be able to not only help Dr. Strange, but he just might find out how he can protect both his home and those jerks in what he considers his pack - whether Mr. Hale or Mr. McCall consider him or not.

You’re stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter

(15/15 | 234,195 | Not Rated | Sterek)

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #stiles kicked out of pack #angst #submission

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Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapters 19 + 20]

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] 

Warnings: Language, smut thoughts

The madness continues... 

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Y'lan's favorite spot inside of this lavish AirBnB just blocks away from Center City is the outdoor patio. Full of lush bushes peppered with flowers of multiple hues and a large table long enough to fit more than twelve disciples, it's job as the bar is doing the trick. The table is way more than a wet bar, stacked with every type of whisky, gin and tequila known to man. It's also the grandest medicine cabinet Y'lan could have in hopes to soothe his raging emotions toward Trevante.

Y'lan always knew Trevante to be a loose cannon when it came to women. He heard some of the stories straight from the horse's mouth, the worst of them coming from both Michael and Yahya, his best friends. But what he's been hearing from -- and about -- Trevante during the early hours of this pre-bachelor party has him on edge.

Trevante just spoke of "sexing down some chick" just weeks ago, describing her as "super thick, nerdy bitch, tight pussy, all that." Y'lan would only know of Ciara's shape, need to wear glasses and disposition toward learning new things. He never got the chance to see if he'd get stuck inside of her love. However, hearing Trevante talked about Ciara -- or who he imagines to be, at least -- this type of way disturbs him beyond belief. The same girl that Trevante spoke of "ending his playboy ways" with is being talked about in a room full of immature frat boys as just another "fuck", as Stephan just called her. A label that Trevante didn't correct but rather laughed at.

Maybe Trevante just wants to impress his friends or he is trying to keep up appearances. Either way, Y'lan wasn't having it. A shot of top shelf whisky is to keep his mind on other things.

"Yo, bro ... we got all night, man." Trevante catches Y'lan just as he pours his next shot. He saw him pour his first two drinks, watching him out on the porch as the rest of his friends cracked jokes and delved in laughter around him. Trevante didn't want to talk about Ciara in this way. She wasn't a "fuck"; she was his girlfriend. While he loves her body, makes her keep her glasses on during sex as a fetish thing and puts her at the top of his "best sex ever" list, he didn't mean to make their love life his boys' business. Trevante reverts to number-eight-on-his-SPR07 line when he's around the fellas. He's grown since then, he thought. But once he saw Y'lan leave the room, he knew he messed up.

Quiet as it's kept, Y'lan is who Trevante wants to be. He admires Y'lan's drive to live life for something greater than himself, volunteering and giving his life to the church. Trevante wasn't a religious person but he would pay attention to how Y'lan would talk about how God helped him get his act together from a life of doing dirt, Ciara catching most of those stains. He felt Y'lan's "stand up" energy and wanted a part. Him checking in on Y'lan is in his way of trying to be better -- and hoping that he didn't turn off the person he hopes can turn into his best friend.

He pours himself a shot as well. "Y'lan, you cool?"

"Yeah. Just a lot going on in there, man. That's all."

"If you're not feeling this, we can always dip out. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. This really ain't for us anyway. "

Y'lan is taken aback by Trevante's invitation to leave. In one way, he's glad that his friend is aware of what may or may not be a place that he would want to be. On the flipside, he's hurt that his friend is responsible for making him feel uncomfortable in the first place. "Nah, man. I'm good. It's just for today. The wilderness lasted forty days. I'll be solid." Y'lan knocks down another shot. "Let's head out to the day party spot. I'll be cool. I just need to breathe a bit."

---

"I feel like I can breathe up here..." Ciara marvels at the orange, auburn and marigold-hued leaves that fall around her and Winston as they wind around a somewhat busy trailway on a Saturday morning. They make sure to make room for the bicyclists and runners with their strollers as they walk the twisted pathway through trees and rotting cabins. "This reminds me of back home."

"Where's back home for you?"

"Suburban Maryland, toward the mountains. We were like the only Black family there but it was a beautiful place to grow up. What about you, Winston? You've been in New York all of your life?"

"Ehh, it's a long story."

"I got time..."

CHAPTER TWENTY

Raised by a preacher father and a stay-at-home mother who were both full-on fire-and-brimstone, barring secular music and television inside of their house, Winston and his sister, in church six times a week and twice on Sundays, were forbidden to go on class trips or to sleepovers. Feeling trapped, Winston started hanging out with all of the "'Rican and Dominican" kids from the neighborhood. There he met his best friend, Ronald.

Built like a NFL player by tenth grade, Ronald scared everyone except Winston, big and bad just like he was. As much as Winston's parents didn't like his new crew, they knew Ronald's mother from church so they lessened their grip. The two became inseparable, Winston spending weekends at Ronald's house during the summer. He got to watch BET and play XBox for all hours of the day, this little ounce of freedom in a world full of restrictions.

But then one day, he couldn't go over Ronald's house anymore and Winston's dad wouldn't tell him why. Winston would hang outside with Ronald but then his mother would drag him into the house. "I better not catch you hanging out with that boy..." is all his mother could say. Nothing made sense until it did. Ronald's mother found a note written for Winston. Inside were Ronald's feelings for him, feelings that his mother felt "were for girls..."

"So that's why you're writing about the persecution of sexuality in the early Church, then? Makes sense." Ciara exhales from hearing Winston's story. It was a lot to take in but Winston felt comfortable enough to tell her about it.

"Yeah. I'm passionate about why we do what we do, you know? There's a root to everything. But I didn't mean to make this all sad and stuff, I'm sorry..." Winston laughs to break up his somber tone. Ciara finds it nice to break up her life with some God talk. Outside of school, she doesn't get much of it. She definitely doesn't get it with Trevante.

"No, you're good! I appreciate it. It kinda reinvigorated me to get back to working on my paper, actually. I don't get to have these conversations with other students often because of work and like, all my close people aren't in the church like that, so..."

"I'm always down for meeting over coffee whenever you're free, if you need to keep fleshing things out."

"Man, Winston. I would love that so much..." Ciara pauses to take a look at Winston before he gives a response. His smile says enough.

"We should be getting you back though, I know your girls are probably looking for you..."

"They ain't even thinking about me. They in that house knocking down mimosas like it's a job." Winston and Ciara both laugh as they turn around on the trailway. The closer they get to the house, the louder the sounds of Jodeci are coming from their AirBnB.

I've been watchin' you for so very long tryin' to get my nerve built up to be so strong/ I really want to meet you but I'm kinda scared/ 'cuz you're the kind of lady with so much class...

The crowd at this day party is way too young to know anything about Jodeci. Most of them weren't born when K-Ci, JoJo, Dalvin and DeVante were killin' the streets. But Trevante, Y'lan, Stephan, Michael and the boys make the most of it. And the worst...

"Yo, Stephan is a damn savage," Michael says as he watches his friend's married frat brother flirt with another girl that looks just a shade over 21. Y'lan's been waiting and watching Stephan all night, calling him a "fuck nigga" under his tequila-laced breath. The girl's look of discomfort is clear to everybody else but Stephan.

It's even more clear to Trevante. Stephan wasn't just drunkenly flirting with some random. He grabs the girl's hand and takes her to their VIP section.

"Yo, yo... this is Meganne. She's a Lambda. Ain't think they were still out here looking this fine, shit." Meganne gently smiles to hide her embarrassment. She spotted Trevante and his crew some time ago as she and her girls grooved to another Ma$e song that they were too young to know. After Trevante told her to cool it for the sake of his relationship, she didn't walk by his office like she would always do, hoping to catch his attention.

After talking to her prophytes, she realized that Trevante was in the wrong for how he treated her. She felt strung along, feeling as if Trevante had this "girlfriend" for as long as he was taking her home from work and to lunch everyday. He would be her first "fuck nigga". Too bad he had to be so damn fine.

So as she sits down, she tries not to catch eyes with Trevante. Trevante is staring holes into her and Y'lan notices. He then remembers running into a girl that looked just like Meganne trying to hold back tears as she ran out of his office. Y'lan puts what he thinks is two and two together. He had enough. His fingers -- and the liquor -- went to work.

I ain't trying to win you back, Ciara. So that's not my move. You just need to know how trash this dude is. You deserve better, straight up.

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#trevante rhodes x fanfiction #trevante rhodes #y'lan noel #winston duke #thy neighbor

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Everybody Fits, right?

Because the world needs more Altar Boyz fanfictions, especially ones where Matthew and Mark don’t end up together (Not saying you shouldn’t ship them, but I like ones that don’t involve them as a ship too!)

Basically, Mark comes out to Abraham and it’s angst but has a happy ending. I might make this a four part series for when he comes out to the others. Also, some musical references! Also, this isn’t a Markbraham thing, I just love them as friends.

CW: MENTIONS OF MURDER, THE Q SLUR (I KNOW SOME PEOPLE THINK IT’S A SLUR SO BE WARNED)

It was a day after their last concert. Would they even bother to talk again? Would Abraham ever try to talk to him? He blew everything, only for a solo deal.

Mark wasn’t aware it was a solo deal at first glance. Neither did Matthew.

Oh, Matthew. Would he even bother to talk to him again? Matthew, the first and one of the only people who would defend him. Matthew, the boy who would ignore his old friends calling him gay for even talking to Mark. Matthew, who would compliment his hair without detracting from it, saying he meant it “in a bro way”, whatever that means.

He was in the theater once again, packing up his belongings. Sheet music and scripts were everywhere. Last night, Matthew saw that he was forgetting his lines and stressing out, and he mouthed them for him. It was so appreciative of him, it made his heart flutter...

Oh, who is he kidding? He likes this boy. More than anyone he has ever met.

The lights were beating on him. There his bag was, it was light pink and had the costumes in it. Juan’s costumes. Mark wished he could talk to him, even, after this.

“Mark! You got a sec?”

Mark turned around. It was Abraham.

Mark was lucky to have Abraham, although he’d never admit it.

Being Jewish in a mostly Christian town, heck, being Jewish in a Catholic boy band, has made Abraham understand what it is like to be different.

The other boyz had ambitions and dreams to be successful, but Abraham isn’t like that. Abraham just wants to spread kindness to others. Those who feel different, like he and his friends do. Those who felt uncomfortable in their own skin, so turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Like bottiling feelings. And turning to wine.

And getting an unhealthy attachment over best friends.

“Do you have a diary?” He asked.

Mark did not know how to answer that. Yes, he did, but what was the relevance of the question and did he want to know?

“Maybe?”

Abraham raised his eyebrow, but didn’t question it. He held up a sheet of paper.

“This has your handwriting on it. I’m sorry, I did not mean to invade your privacy, but I want to make sure everything is okay. It just slipped out, I’d assume you meant to throw it out.”

Mark did not hesitate to pull the piece of paper from Abraham’s grip, and was surprised the paper didn’t rip, but more so that Abraham did not try to take it back.

Unluckily for him, Mark’s handwriting is really neat.

I swear, I never try to do anything. I never meant to hurt anyone. They’re all my best friends, and I wish they knew that I would do anything for them. I’ve had my disagreements with Juan, and I know he doesn’t like me much, but I want him to know I truly don’t mean any harm. Will any of the boys like me that much after I tell them? But, then there is Abraham. We’ve had our disagreements too. But his songs meant so much to me. Especially Everybody Fits. It’s so sad, I left him on his own when he tried to show me I wasn’t. Well, Luke is like a brother to me. I cannot imagine losing him. His dancing skills were so good. Matthew, well, I’d prefer not to even think about him. If he ever figured out I liked him, it’d be over. My life might just be over. He’d hate me, just like everyone else back in Ohio. I hate myself, though. Anyone would hate me. Love the sinner, hate the sin is what I’m told.

The next part cut off, it must have been a different page.

Mark crumpled the paper into a little ball and did a sad attempt at throwing it into the silver, clean trash bin.

“I was never good at basketball, was I?” Mark smiled, but couldn’t keep it up for so long.

Abraham awkwardly laughed, but then put his arm around Mark, who shoved it off of him.

“Mark, wait for me! I’m coming!”

Mark tried to run, but he was never good at track either. Abraham caught up to him immediately.

“What happened to love Thy neighbor trumps them all?” Abraham asked, holding his hand. Mark didn’t know why he was doing it.

“What do you mean? In three days, we may never talk to each other again. I want to have a few days, at least, for you guys to be willing to talk to me!” Mark ran back to the dressing room, trying to quickly pack up his belongings.

“Mark! I’m going to keep talking to you! What makes you think I wouldn’t?”

“Well...” Mark would wait as long as he needed until his face was dry. He won’t let Abraham catch him crying.

“‘Cause there’s no such thing as Catholics who are queer.”

There was no turning back. Mark had a plane to catch in ten hours anyways. And, he’d do anything to get away from this conversation Abe is trying to have.

“Everybody fits, right?” Abraham repeated. This one made Mark stop and turn back at Abraham. “So, you must fit too!”

No response. Abraham continued talking. “Every murderer on Death Row, remember?”

“I’m not a murderer on Death Row.” Mark chuckled.

“Proving my point. If they can fit, so can you.”

“Really?” Mark asked. He was still struggling, but wasn’t trying as hard to do so.

“Absolutely. And, when considering there is about a billion Catholics in the world, you’re statement about how there is no such thing as a gay Catholic was probably false.”

It was odd to Mark how Abraham said the word gay so casually. Most people Mark knows flinch just by the word.

Abraham extended his arms. Mark went in them.

It stayed like this for a whole thirty seconds. Just those two boys, both oddities, together. Abraham was good at hugging.

“Take your best shot.” Abraham warmly smiled. “Just look what you got.” He gestured to himself, and the picture of him and the other Boyz on his Lock Screen.

“Abraham? Can you not te—

“I wouldn’t.” Abraham agrees. “I want to be there when you do come out, though. I mean, if you want me there...”

“Oh, yeah! Sure!” Mark holds his own palm, but Abraham takes it.

“This is who you are, it’s not a choice.” Abraham winks.

Mark grins and laughs, knowing it’s a reference to his favorite solo to sing for the group.

“Actually, you blew that song out of the park last night, you know that?”

Mark chuckled. “I highly doubt that.”

“What? Of course you did! It was the most confident I’ve ever seen you.”

Mark gulped. “You mean that?”

“Of course! I couldn’t hit that high note in my fantasies.”

“Well, some fantasies come true.” Mark mentioned.

Mark and Abraham exit the facility. At least they’ll be on the plane together. The others will be on the plane with them.

Because murderers can fit. Abraham fits.

So, Mark can fit too.

#altar boyz #mark altar boyz #abraham altar boyz

[special-operative-cordovin]

Mystery Science Theater 3000 starters Part 1

(feel free to change the pronouns as you please.)

"Remember to believe in magic, or I'll kill you."

"It just dawned on me how weird this film is."

"A forest dog!"

"He died as he lived, falling down a ravine while on fire."

"I love you, ___."

"You're not my real father!"

"Off to meet my doom, mom."

"Oh, no, the movie's stuck in animated GIF mode."

"I feel like I'm watching a community theater production of Guardians of the Galaxy."

"Go home raccoon, you're drunk."

" Uh oh, ___ got drunk and delivered all the gifts to the moon again."

"What do you think that dinosaur tasted like anyway?"

"His/Her only crime was being born delicious!"

"Noooooo!!!"

"I'm an artist, y'know, subject to moods."

"Uh, ___, what did you dream about?"

"I'm going to go fold some socks."

"Hey, he flipped the bird!"

"Now this is good old-fashioned nightmare fuel!"

"Nobody mess with my invisible ice cream cone!"

"It's a huge number 2 pencil!"

"I'll call ___, I know he's not busy."

"Look at me, I could have worked with ___!"

"Because the man is a professional."

"He's got the pez jaw going there, every time he screams a piece of candy comes out!"

"___ is lord of the dance!"

"I've been lifting, what do you think?"

"I can't find my eyes!"

"My scientist sense is tingling, professor away!"

"I thought we promised never to do that again."

"Fine, I'll be the healer."

"So that's where monster energy comes from!"

"You just opened a whole can of whoop-ass."

"Hey, stop cutting through my yard!"

"Oh, it's the nicest weather Earth has ever had!"

"Hey, he's doing a strip! He's going to take his shell off!"

"___'s first day as president."

"Uh, wow, that's really depressing, ___."

"It's called evil, kid."

"Made this in shop class, it's a letter opener."

"That bank door killed a man."

"You'll screw it up somehow."

"Who must we kill to slake thy anger?"

"That seems like an odd choice for a first response to a kaiju."

"I'm the baby, gotta love me!"

"What have we done to offend thee?"

"Since when did we get a pay phone?"

"Open it to the underwear section."

"What time is it?"

"I really over slept!"

"What kind of shit hole planet is this?!"

"Hey brah, you find ___ yet?"

"Hey He's washing with lava."

"Try not to get sucked into the vortex of Hell, ___!"

"Would you lie face down on a porcupine?"

"Uh, is this going to be on the final?"

"Wow, that's really sick and twisted."

"___'s back and someone's got to pay!"

"Boy, what a weekend."

"I've got to clean this place up."

"The hills are alive with the sound of Disco!"

"I gotta laugh, we do have fun."

"First beer's on me, ___."

"Now remember, lift with your knees, not with your back."

"I know what you're thinking- I look like ___, well you're wrong!"

"Gee, DON'T say hi."

"We're as abstracted from reality as you are, maybe more!"

"He wakes up with the worst breath of the millennium."

"If he was working alone, his pants would be off."

"Uh, is this underwater?"

"Say, ___ your tail got longer."

"This is like Ice Road Truckers only less staged."

"Welcome to Hot Topic."

"Photobomb."

"Now I swear we parked on Level C right next to- Oh shit!"

" Uh, this did not go the way I thought it would."

"I am so pissed at you right now!"

"Aw, where the hell did I park?"

"If only he had wings he could fly away."

"___ gets drunk and screws with his neighbors."

"Here's a preview of my Broadway show!"

"I usually don't touch cheeks on the first date!"

"Do you think I have too many phones?"

"Thank you!"

"I went home with you?!"

"Well, if you insist. WILDERNESS!"

"Hey, is that a snake or is ___ just glad to see me?"

"Is that ___'s stupider brother?"

"Oh look at him, he's all over the road!"

"Play fetch with me, ___, please!"

"Open mine, ___, open mine!"

"Gimme one pull-up, maggot!"

"Hey, is this suit coming out of my salary?"

#out of argus (ooc) #ask meme #rp memes #rp meme

[kplr-radio]

Broadcast: Rob Kranken, 01/11/19

Rob: Good evening everyone, this is Rob Kranken coming in for your weeknight show here at 103.5 KPLR Radio. It’s midnight, so Cinderella you better get going. Everyone else stay tuned, I’ll be getting to the news in a minute. As usual, the station doesn’t monitor what music I play, so we’re going to stray from the usual country twang. Here’s Glass Animals “Life Itself.”

[Life Itself Glass Animals]

Rob: There’s not much to report on to be quite honest with y’all. Weather is dreary, we’ll be getting up to mid-sixties at most, and there’s no one on the roads right now. As it should be, really, because it’s late and Kepler’s street lighting is not optimal. So, since we’re on an easy night, why don’t any of y’all call in with stuff you want to say? We’ll do… let’s say a question for every three songs. I do have to ask you refrain from using bad words, because I get in trouble for those. Other than that, it’s the middle of the night. Go ham. Ah, here we go.

Caller: Rob please say “it’s Britney b*tch” in an Elmo voice.

Rob: Your wish is my command, random listener. [Perfectly impersonation] It’s Britney, b*tch.

Caller: Oh my god [click]

Rob: Is this what I’m known for now? I’m known for my ability to impersonate anyone, and then say rude things. Well, I suppose it’s better than not being known at all. Here’s “Hate Thy Neighbor” by Brick + Mortar, and then we’ll be playing some Lemon Demon and Miike Snow.

[Hate Thy Neighbor Brick + Mortar] [Eighth Wonder Lemon Demon] [Cult Logic Miike Snow]

Rob: That was “Eighth Wonder” by Lemon Demon and “Cult Logic” by Miike Snow, some good creepy tunes to set the tone for tonight. Who’s up next?

Caller: Hey, uh, is it okay if I call in to ask someone out here? Is this allowed?

Rob: Yeah, sure! I don’t know what your crush would be doing awake at midnight, but here we both are, so I guess I can’t talk. Go on.

Caller: Um... h-hey, Jenny, you wanna go out for lunch sometime? I’m free on Saturday. Don’t feel pressured to say yes? Uh... oh my god sorry! Uh bye! Thanks! Oh by the way it’s me, uh, Katie! Katie Graves from school! Hi! [click]

Rob: Young love… adorable. Back in my school days I was too much of a nerd to have crushes on anyone, so I’m glad to see the youth of today are more social than I was. This up next is “Bird Song” by Florence + the Machine.

[Bird Song Florence + the Machine] [Choke I Don’t Know How But They Found Me] [Not Your Fault AWOLNATION]

Rob: That was “Choke” by IDKHOW and “Not Your Fault” by AWOLNATION. I need to add some new songs to the rotation, I think. If you all have any recommendations I’d be glad to hear ‘em. But let’s get back to your calls. Hello, listener.

Caller: Hey, hey, what’s going on with the theatre company now? what show are they doing, how’s progress?

Rob: Ah yes, the theater. I’ve been hanging around there lately, things seem to moving along nicely! The director-slash-producer-slash-everything Mack has been working quite hard to get everything together, and she’s had some spectacular talents come in. I won’t say anything until i’m given an official release, but let me say I am very excited for the production. Here’s “Good Grief” by Bastille.

[Good Grief Bastille] [Nina Cried Power Hozier] [The Rabbit Miike Snow]

Rob: That was “Nina Cried Power” by Hozier featuring Mavis Staples, and “The Rabbit” by Miike Snow. Looks like we got someone on the line, howdy!

Caller: How do you apply for an internship at the radio? Do we need any experience?

Rob: [laughs] My friend, this is where you get the experience. Technically, this radio station shouldn’t even exist. Still, it does, so feel free to apply! Station management should probably put up some kind of application process on the website. I’ll see about that later. In the meantime, I’d recommend some kind of public speaking experience and/or some good voice acting skills. And, you know, figure out your gimmick. It’s better to get it down before you go on air, or else it will be assigned to you. Here is “Gun.” by My Chemical Romance, followed by “It’s A Trip” by Joywave and Young The Giant’s “Superposition”.

[Gun. My Chemical Romance] [It’s A Trip Joywave] [Superposition Young the Giant]

Rob: Now I may be biased because I choose these songs, but Young the Giant’s latest album from last October is pretty excellent. Oh, looks like we got our next caller. Hello, you’re live on the air.

Caller: Hey, I’m Megan, if announcements are a thing here, I would like to say that my IDIOT BROTHER GORDON is having his SECOND ANNIVERSARY with his boyfriend TOMORROW and that he BETTER NOT F*** UP HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SUCH A GOOD DUDE BY F***NG FORGETTING.

Rob: Alright then, Gordon, if you’re out there, don’t forget your anniversary is tomorrow, or probably today, considering it’s after midnight. Hopefully you know. As Megan here said, you wouldn’t want to ruin anything by not remembering. Up next we have “Turn the Lights Off” by Tally Hall.

[Turn the Lights Off Tally Hall] [Blood // Water grandson] [Tidal Wave Portugal. the Man]

Rob: That was “Turn the Lights Off” and then “Blood Water” by grandson and “Tidal Wave” by Portugal. the Man. What’s next?

Caller: Please play some songs suitable for forest f***ery.

Rob: Alright, here’s some of my personal favorite songs for forest crimes.

[Way Out There Lord Huron] [Shadowplay The Killers] [Jungle Youth Young the Giant] [Long and Lost Florence + the Machine] [In the Woods Somewhere Hozier]

Rob: I hope those sufficed. And it seems like the calls have stopped for a bit, so allow me to talk about myself for a bit. I’m sure you’re all dying to hear more about me. No, I’m kidding. But today was noteworthy for a few reasons. I went to get a drink from the kitchen refrigerator, and my coworker Angelo, who you might know from his morning show— hello Angelo, by the way, don’t be too mad that I’m getting more listeners than you despite the time. But yes, he was in the kitchen, and he was— oh, someone’s calling. Hello?

Caller: Hello, sorry to interrupt, but you sound like Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale right now, and I just wanted to say keep up the good work. [click]

Rob: Oh, uh, thank you? I’ll have to ask Angelo what that means, he listens to that show, but I’m guessing it’s a compliment. Anyways, as I was saying, Angelo was there and he said [scarily accurate impression] “I, uh, got you the soda you like, it’s in there.” And I look in the fridge, and it is indeed the cream soda that I like. I took it, and I thanked him, and then I retreated to my office. Listeners, is this— I haven’t been in Kepler long, I must admit, but are people always this friendly? I’m going to play some songs while you all come up with your answers, as I’m sure you’re planning to do. This here is “Sunlight” by Hozier.

[Sunlight Hozier] [Rearview Bad Suns] [2am Sir Sly] [Action Cat Gerard Way] [Middle Fingers MISSIO]

Rob: Alright listeners, I’m back. Those were, in order, “Sunlight” by Hozier, “Rearview” by Bad Suns, “2am” by Sir Sly, “Action Cat” by Gerard Way, and “Middle Fingers” by MISSIO. Now please call in with your opinions. Is there something I should do for him in return? Okay, here we go.

Caller: You might want to try calling into his show for advice [snickering].

Rob: Very helpful, thank you. I will definitely do that. Goodbye now. [click] Hopefully you have a real answer.

Caller: Honestly, I think it would be nice to return the gesture, but if you don’t know him that well it might be that he’s trying to befriend you so just talking to him might be enough. Or, if you don’t want to befriend him, just move on. I’m sure he’ll either get the message or initiate the conversation with you.

Rob: That is… actually very helpful, thank you. I think this’ll be all you’ll hear from me for tonight, folks, lemme leave you with some music to watch the sunrise to.

[Handyman AWOLNATION] [Be Still The Killers] [Le Vélo Pour Deux The Brobecks]

#broadcast #1/11/19 #robkranken

[a-pretty-nerd]

The Comic: Chapter 1

Concept: The young Jester of your father's court has always been a constant sound in the backround. But suddenly he is leaving the shadows, and is tossing himself into your spotlight. What is this strange feeling??

A/N: Okie Dokie! So this is probably gonna be for me and my wife and maybe one or two more people. BUT WHATEVER! I wanna write what I wanna write *tongue pop* anyways, requests will still be open so feel free to ask for anything you want, including ideas for more series fics and even this one! As always, your requests and feedback are the reason I keep writing! ✌❤

Warnings: None...for now *nudge nudge, wink wink*

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Music erupted through the great courtroom as the front doors of the castle gave way. The rich kingdom your father lead had a grand castle that sat atop a dreamy hill. A picture perfect kingdom, a picture perfect palace. So gorgeous that artists of all sorts flocked to the kingdom to paint magnificent paintings, and write poems about the beloved estate.

Your father, King Winston the 3rd, was a jolly old man who adored the arts and all things beautiful. He cared for his people in ways many other kingdoms simply didn’t. It appeared that this king had it all, while neighboring kingdoms struggled to keep their people from disease and starvation. But appearances aren’t always what they seem.

The grand court of your father’s castle was towering and open. It was built long ago, built to look like a great cathedral with stain glass windows depicting saints and angels. Figures as they gazed down upon all those who entered. Carved into the stone walls were sculptures of cherubs and minstrels. The floor was a colored marble of checkered black and white. Your father cooed over the tile, saying that it was like one big game of chess.

In front of a large Catholic alter, where the king’s advisor and priest often stood behind the large throne that sat atop two steps, so that he sat higher than everyone else. Your seat was sat to his left, less than a foot away. While your younger brother sat to his right.

Your younger brother was a little tyrant. A monster waiting to be set free. If it was not for your father to keep the thirteen-year-old at bay, you shudder to think of what might happen. His name was Otto, and he often went into fits of rage. Sometimes you wonder, if only mother was still around today, would she be able to sedate him?

Your mother, a strong and brave woman, died in childbirth having Otto. Inside you still, harbor a trace of bitterness and hatred for him. As if he killed your mother intentionally. You wanted to be just like her one day. A ruthless leader, who was smart as she was beautiful. Much to your father’s disdain, you studied heavily. If you weren’t allowed to train like a man, then you were going to be smarter than any.

You, Princess Y/N, were a force to be reckoned with.

Your entire life, your father had ignored threats of war. Other kingdoms never seemed to follow through. Or they could be easily won over by a party he hosted. He threw grand parties, balls unlike any other throughout the entire country. And it was all thanks to his employment. A gaggle of entertainers, minstrels of all shapes and sizes with many great talents. Often playing as a large band while being conducted and accompanied by the magnificent court jester that your father favored above all others.

Jasper the Jester, was a hilarious comedian, a comic if you will. A genius entertainer, and a fabulous singer. His costume consisted of bright dazzling colored fabric stitched awkwardly together. His headpiece was often switched out for comedic purposes, but he often wore a cap with two long points that hung two bells at the end. He sang loudly for the court with Monty the Minstrel who played the lute. There were other minstrels who were more common servants and entertainers. But these two were somehow special.

They came tumbling from either side of the court high up by your thrones through doors hidden to each wall. They came bursting in cheering and laughing, often with food and drinks for the lords and ladies that werw visiting or attended gatherings. Sometimes, they would perform whole shows for the knights and ladies in waiting that often sat around your court among officials and the rest of the royal council.

You were bored by these grand shows at this point. You had more pressing matters to discuss. Like the issue of war with the neighboring kingdom. Your father ignored it all as he always did. And you would have too if it weren’t for their pressing assaults and threats. They weren’t backing down.

But that didn’t matter now. What was truly interesting was the new juggling act that Jasper had concocted. He had escalated from balls to small knives, and now he was tossing swords high up into the air and catching them by their hilts perfectly. It made you anxious. At any moment you could hear a defining cry and seen blood. Your organs twisted and the back of your neck stung as Jasper threw one into the air, and failed to catch it. Ducking to the side as it flew directly to the marble floor. Where the hilt hit and bounced so that it landed and dug the blade into empty seats behind him. Three times he dropped them, and three times they bounced. Two times they dug into a chair. The third dug into the arm of a chair where a court member sat. He shrieked like a child and jumped from his seat. Completely unharmed.

You breathed a sigh of relief. The entire court laughed at the cry a grown man let out as he collected himself.

“Forgive me, sir! For my blades are not as righteous as yours.” He bowed to the man before he pried his swords from the wood of the chairs.

“For God’s sake, your highness! You have better keep that fool under control! Before he kills one of your men!” The court member cried.

“Oh hush, Marcus! Jasper wouldn’t hurt a fly!” The King brushed off.

“And now your excellency, with great humility, we would like a perform a new song we have written just for you!” Monty cheered as he came out of the shadows and into the light. Jasper gestured jokingly as he entered center stage. Twirling his wrists repeatedly until Monty got into position with him. Monty’s fingers struck the strings once, paused to adjust the tuning. But just as he looked away, Jasper leaned over and twisted one of the knobs off. Monty struck it again, and the sound went flat. His brows furrowed and he adjusted the knobs again. The crowd giggled, as Jasper leaned over out of Monty’s view and hushed them. When he did it the third time, they nearly lost it. You watched, not very impressed, barley amused. Finally, Monty turned to the crowd looking puzzled.

“What is it? Is something amiss?” He asked innocently, and the room busted out with laughter. Jasper eventually allowed Monty to tune, and begin playing. Standing by his side with one foot crossed over the other. He stood straight and looked up at the king. And then his eyes slid from him to you. Monty began to play a simple tune.

“Ooooohhhh-” a string on the lute broke producing a horrible ‘plink!’ Jasper and Monty flinched. Everyone laughed again.

“Pardon me, your grace!” Monty squeaked as he ran off to fetch another instrument. Monty was a jack of all trades when it came to music.

“In honor of our adoring Princess!” Jasper cried, raising his hands, arms out towards you. “In preparation for your coming out ball, we have a poem just for you!” Your heart raced. Why was he looking at you like that? Monty began to play his guitar.

“ Oh dear princess how lovely, how fair

So gorgeous I forget to breathe for air”

He began grasping at his neck and gasping for air. They giggled.

“ Oh dear princess how brave, how strong

The strongest among!”

The crowd laughed, as he turned to them and leaned forward, pointing out, “Marcus” he noted before the music started again. He turned back to you.

“Oh, dear princess! We bow at thy feet

But there is something else to eat then thy meat!”

He bit the air and hopped forward. Your cheeks went red as the men in the crowd laughed.

“Watch yourself, Jester!” Your brother shouted. Your father placed a hand in front of him as he leaned out of his seat.

“Quite.” The king warned. Jasper bowed for an apology and the music began again.

“ Oh, Princess! How we’ll miss you when you’re gone!

For all we’ll have left is this poor son!”

Jasper threw an arm up to your brother. Your father busted out laughing, causing you to forget your embarrassment and let loose a small giggle. Otto, however, looked thoroughly enraged. As all the laughter died down, Jasper looked up at you with a smile as he watched you try to hide your smile. The room went quiet. The two took a bow.

“Thank you, your highness!” They cheered and disappeared. You couldn’t shake that fool’s words out of your head. He had embarrassed you, you should have been pissed. If you wanted to, you could have his head.

“That Jester’s a real laugh isn’t he?” You heard a voice come through as a lady in waiting entered. Lady Harper, a good friend of yours. You turned to her and shrugged.

“Oh come on princess, you can’t tell me you don’t find him at least a little funny!”

“He’s a pest.” You lied.

“Well then, if that’s how you feel, I might have to investigate that pest myself.”

“Harper!” You scolded and giggled. “A lady is not to lose her-”

“Oh don’t be such a prude. Nature takes its tole for all of us.” Harper gently pawed at your arm as she laid your nightgown on your chamber bed.

“Not for the likes of us.”

“Not for the likes of you.” She corrected. You looked down at the floor. Once you were left alone and put to bed…thoughts came swirling back. Thoughts unlike any other. Some pure and innocent. Like, how you wondered what his lips tasted like. Or how his fingers would feel in between yours. But then came the impure, the dirty. Thoughts no true princess should feel. Thoughts of that Jester in your room. In your bed. 

#jasper jordan #smut #jasper jordan x reader #jasper jordan x reader smut #the 100 x reader #the 100 smut #the 100 #devon bostick x reader #devon bostick imagine #devon bostick #devon bostick x reader smut #rodrick heffley #the comic series

[toooceanblue]

MeetCute(?) and Fall

Soul Evans was doing fine, thank you very much.

He’d been living by himself for nearly a week (though arguable not in the best part of town), and had already paid for his first month of rent with what he had saved up before leaving his parents. He had gotten a job as a prep cook at a fairly nice place that his parents had never even heard of, and had just cashed in his bi-monthly paycheck, which should cover groceries and a decent chunk of next month’s rent. So he was doing great, actually, superb, and he hadn’t needed help from his parents, or his brother. No, Soul Evans was a fully functioning adult in society, all on his own.

He patted his hand over his right pocket, feeling his wallet there. When he got home, he was definitely treating himself. Maybe after buying groceries, though. And stashing whatever money was leftover somewhere safe until rent was due.

Soul continued walking down the starting-to-be-familiar street to his apartment, noting the buildings around him. There was a tattoo parlour on his right, which would definitely come in handy, if his parents made him want to do something impulsive to piss them off. At the end of the street was a gas station and corner store, a place he’d already become familiar with considering he’d been living on instant ramen and donuts for the past week. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to stop there anytime soon after picking up groceries. What food was he even supposed to buy to be an adult?

Suddenly something hit Soul’s shoulder, hard, and he had already raised his opposite hand to the would-be injury by the time his eyes zeroed in on the culprit. A tiny girl (far too tiny, he would have thought, to have such an impact) had sprinted past him, was still sprinting down the sidewalk like she was running the last leg of a relay. His brain didn’t have time to ponder what she might be thinking when she grabbed a dark-haired stranger by the jacket and yanked him back, landing him flat on his ass. What the hell?

The stranger tried to shove the girl off but she kept him subdued, shoving her hand into his coat pocket and pulling out a wallet with a scowl. It was then Soul finally realized that the man must have taken her wallet, and she’d had to run him down to retrieve it. At least, he thought that must have been what happened, until the girl let the man go and started making her way back in his direction, holding up the wallet and holding his stare with a friendly smile that did not at all match the feats of physical prowess he had just witnessed.

She had nearly reached him when he finally recognized the generic leather square, and shot his hand down to check his right pocket. Shit.

The girl was out of breath, stray hair from her-sandy-blonde pigtails sticking to her neck. “Hey,” she greeted, like they were at some sort of freshman orientation and not in the middle of the street in a not-so-nice-neighborhood that as of recently happened to be his own. “You got this nabbed.”

Soul was so glad he didn’t blush. “Uh, thanks.” He reached out and accepted  his wallet, sheepishly shoving it back in his own pocket.

“You should really be more careful.”

God this was embarrassing. He was being told off by a girl in pigtails. “I- uh. Yeah. Sorry.”

She was smiling again though, bright as day, teeth showing and green eyes crinkling. She was actually smiling at him, the idiot who’d just gotten pick-pocketed without even realizing it. “Don’t be. You’re new around here right?”

Soul grimaced. “How could you tell?”

The girl shrugged. “I live nearby too, and you’re kinda hard to miss.” She held out her hand, standing up straight and proud. “I’m Maka.”

He slinked his own hand out of his pocket and took hers. “Soul. Thanks for uh. Getting my wallet.”

“No problem. Do you need me to walk you home?”

“Oh, uh,” Why why why was she being so friendly. Not that he minded. It was just unusual. “My apartment is actually just around the corner so.” He gestured ahead on them where the sidewalk curved right around the line of buildings.

Maka glanced back. “Oh. That’s mine too.” She turned her attention back to him and shrugged. “I’m headed home anyway.”

“Uh, okay. Lets-go then?”

She bounded next to him, somehow simultaneously matching his lousy pace, and immediately turned up the small talk. “I’m training to be a police officer, you know, so chasing that guy down really isn’t that big of a deal. What do you do?”

“I’m a prepcook.” “Really? I can’t cook for the life of me, uness you count breakfast. Where do you work?”

“Uh, Sauteed Shinigami?” It really wasn’t that weird a name, considering they lived in a place called Death City.

Maks’s face soured. “My papa loves it there.”

Soul grinned uncomfortably. “I take it you don’t?”

“Oh no, I like it fine. Wish my dad didn’t, though.”

They had already reached their apartment building.Soul stepped into the lobby, holding open the door for Maka- his parents had their faults but they didn’t raise him without manners thank you very much- before starting towards the elevator and pressing the button. “So, what floor are you on?” he turned to face her, but she had already made it far to the left, right in front of the stairwell.

“I’m on the fourth floor, but I take the stairs.” She smiled and offered him a wave. “I’ll see you around, Soul!” she said, before she disappeared up the stairs.

The fourth floor. He was on the third.Which in theory was a good thing. He wasn’t sure his heart could handle running into her again immediately after departure.

The empty elevator opened, and he stepped in, pressing the faded 3 and watching for the doors to close.  Up the floor went, and Soul took a deep breath. At least he had a neighbor now, no matter how jarring. Then again, maybe it would be better if she forgot their interaction altogether, and he could live on without remembering their embarrassing first meeting. She seemed like thy type to have friendly interactions with lost strangers a lot. Unfortunately, she also seemed the type who wouldn’t so easily forget them. The elevator doors opened. Maka was standing there, waiting.

How and why the hell-

But she was already shoving a small strip of paper into his hands. “In case you get lost or something. Or need a friend.”

Before Soul could process, she promptly dashed off, presumably to finish her stair-jog to her own apartment. He uncurled his fist, and it was a phone number, of course it was.

Did he just get a girl’s phone number within five-minutes of getting pickpocketed right in front of her? And subsequently getting saved by her?

Nevermind that, who still wrote phone numbers on pieces of paper?

Soul staggered his way to his apartment, unlocking it with the key that had thankfully not been nabbed. He dropped down into the beat-up arm chair he’d gotten second hand from his friend Liz and glanced at the slip of paper. There was sweat on it.

Soul sighed and took out his phone, texting the number.

Hey. It’s Soul.

Her response dinged within the minute.

Hey. Its Maka :)

Maka with a smiley face. Soul groaned and rested his phone over his chest. Whether his heart was beating from the trek home/social interaction or some terrible kind of instant crush he didn’t know. Did he even want to think about it?

Soul glanced at the text again. Hey. It’s Maka :). He let his head fall back against the chair. What had he gotten himself into?

#no one asked for this but I saw a prompt somewhere and had to #soma #soul eater #soulxmaka #soul evans #maka albarn #se #mywriting

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On June 20th, 2015, I woke up with the hymn “Great is Thy Faithfulness” in my head. Not like a normal, I have a song stuck in my head, sort of way. It was more like it was blaring in my head, but a peaceful kind of blaring. It may have been the fact that it was 4:00am and that is not a normal time for me to be up. I tend to lean more to the fact that it was one of those moments in life where you know God is letting you know he is there. This was the day I was giving one of my kidneys (turns out my left) to my father in law Dave. It was a decision that I felt was guided and planned by God.

Dave, medically, is no more than a random person. The odds of two random people being a match for a kidney is less than 5%. I felt the compelled to get tested anyway. Dave is a mentor, friend, and a wonderful father in law. He is also a great Papa to my two boys. I couldn’t imagine life without him. Both his kidneys were failing, and he was soon to be on dialysis. The average person on dialysis lives about 5 years, and it’s extremely difficult. So when I found out I was a match it was a no brainer.

I went through a few days of testing over several weeks, and they found me fit to donate. I was asked probably over billion times by my wife, Dave, and the doctors if I was sure I wanted to do it. I always felt peace about the decision so I never felt the need to waver. Throughout the testing I only told a few people about it. Mostly because I didn’t want to announce to the world that I was going to get tested to do something that statistically a long shot. But when I found out I was a match I still felt weird about telling people. I told a few friends about it, and of course my family.

Everyone was supportive, some apprehensive just for my safety, but very supportive. It was just something I knew I was created to do. I didn’t feel scared. I just felt like it was something I needed to do. Easy as that. I also had a friend, Cole Chesney, who had given a kidney to his Dad about 6 months earlier. Talking with him also brought peace.

Back to the morning of the surgery. God was with me. He just was. I arrived at the hospital and went back and put on one of those awkward hospital gowns. My wife and kids came to pray with me and be with me before I went back. A couple good friends, Jeremy Miller and Jason Smith, plus Amy, Dave, and one of his pastors were there to pray with me before I went back. It was one of those moments in life you will never forget. It meant the world to me for those special people to be there.

Shortly after that I was informed that the doctor was going to be late. This is typically a bad thing, but today it wasn’t. It allowed time for me to see my parents and sister before the surgery. The doctor was stuck in traffic or had car trouble or something, but that time was valuable. It gave me more time with my kids before as well which was really special.

The next thing I remember a couple nurses started prepping me for surgery and a nurse said, “Take this. These are the drugs your parents told you not to take” I chuckled and then I was out……….. I woke up in what I think was the same room, but could have been on a different planet for all I knew. I was high as a kite. I remember waking up talking. Just talking. The a couple nurses were there to make sure I was ok. No one I knew was there. They told me before surgery that family wouldn’t be able to come back to recovery, but at the time that didn’t matter. I started semi yelling for them to get my wife. After roughly 7 minutes of strange quasi yelling they went and got her.

For the next 30 or so minutes I continued talking. I guess this is what I do when I’m on these kind of drugs. My chosen topic was what I was thankful for. I rambled on about my wife and kids. My parents, brother, and sisters. Dave and Jenni (my in laws). My job at White Fields. My church. My podcast bros (DTD pod), and just how much I was thankful for everything. I remember this barely, but my wife continued to remind me of this.

After the initial wake up and drug induced ramblings some reality set it. This hurt. I couldn’t sit up. I’m super uncomfortable, mostly because of gas. (… on that.. To be able to see everything in my abdomen they had to blow it up with air.. this is what I was told.. so that’s where the gas came from.. they can’t get all the gas out after surgery) The gas can travel around your body, like a pain in your shoulder could be “gas pain” which is way different than the gas pain I was used to. I had several visitors that day. My parents and mother in law came to see me. Pastors and a few friends. An awkward encounter with another family member and I was ready to try and sleep.

I didn’t sleep at all the first night. I was on pain meds and binge watching Friday Night Lights on my phone, so not a horrible circumstance, but still I was in pain. I heard getting up and walking around is important so I tried to get up that night around 1:00am… but I guess the nurse was new and he didn’t have any clue how to help me up. After a few failed tries, I told him I’ll wait until tomorrow.

The next day I was able to get up. I walked a few laps and went to say hi to Dave who was down and across the hall. I also had several visitors. My wife of course. My friend Jay came, my aunt, and some other friends. It was nice. My friend Jason who came to visit also came that day. He brought me two gifts. One an Anthony Davis action figure, and book Outliers by Malcom Gladwell. He told me that what I did is going to define what it means to be a “Schlecht” for generations to come, and that what I did made me an “outlier” of a person. Those words meant so much to me. I will never forget that moment. I was weeping. Jason and I hadn’t been friends long. But God has a way of bringing people into your life when you need them. This is totally the case with Jason.

I got to go home after 3 days in the hospital. I remember feeling horrible when they told me I was good to go home. I thought, “WHAT?! I CAN’T POSSIBLY BE READY TO GO HOME YET?!” It was fine though. My wife came to get me, with a Braums chocolate malt in hand. You know I’m not feeling great when I don’t demolish a chocolate malt from Braums, but I wasn’t feeling well enough to drink it. But that is my wife. Always thinking of me.

I want to take a moment to brag on my wife, Amy Schlecht. She was incredible throughout this whole process. If you don’t know me at all, my wife and I have two kids (at the time 3 and almost 11 months). Taking care of young kids is tough. That may have been one of my only apprehensions about the whole thing, is the pressure it would put on my wife. I couldn’t pick up my kids or bend over for weeks. She would have to do it ALL, and she did. She did it with a smile on her face. She did it gracefully. She did it with a servants heart. I can never thank her enough for how she handled that month.

When I was home we had meals brought to us nearly everyday for a month. The response from our friends, coworkers, and family was astonishing. My friend Alex Speers even bought me the newest NBA 2k video game. He lives in Portland and had it shipped to me. He and my friend Luke Stephens came to visit me together. Two of my oldest friends. I’ll never forget that day for that and several other reasons I don’t care to share in this post.

Again… Jason Smith…. brought over another gift. If you know me at all you know I love basketball. NBA basketball to be exact, and if you could zero in on a player it would be Shaquille O’Neal. The gift was an entire box of unopened 1992 NBA cards. We sat and opened every pack. We laughed about players. We freaked out about players we loved, and overall just had a great time. Another thing (I feel like I say this a lot) I’ll never forget.

Something I wasn’t prepared for was the impact this would have on other people.. well besides Dave… There was an article printed in the Daily Oklahoman about the procedure so more people found out about it than I was truly comfortable with. This lead to an interaction with a neighbor. In fact with my next door neighbor’s friend.. So not even really my neighbor. I heard the doorbell ring and my wife had taken the boys down to our neighborhood pool. So I slowly got up and went to the door. There stood my neighbors friend who I only kind of knew. (back story. She was in a terrible accident about a year prior that kept her out of work and left her physically not the same… sad deal) She looked at me and started to cry. I was in a drug induced state at that point in time so I didn’t know what to do. She said to me, “What you did… gives me hope in the world again”… wow.. I had no idea how to respond. I think I said, “Really?” but then gave her a hug. I had no clue what God had in store. It was truly humbling.

Another story, but several months later. I work at White Fields. We are a home for abused and neglected boys ages 8-18. I am the education coordinator. One of my jobs is to teach our boys in the transitional classroom. All the boys there are not fit to be in public school. They are too violent, curse too much, won’t do their work, and bring a host of problems to the table. A particular boy did not like school when he came to us. In fact he hated it. Not only did he hate school… he hated me. For about a month he would refuse to work with me. He’d cuss me out daily. Try to hurt me. I tried everything I knew. I was out of ideas. I just thought if I stayed consistent it would pay off. One day I was beginning class and for some reason I opened up with, “Does anyone have anything they’d want to say before we start the day?”… this boy that hated me raised his hand, and I was like… oh boy… here we go… the words out of his mouth are some that…. wait for it… I’ll never forget. He said,

“You’re a good man Mr. Andrew”

I said…. huh? What are you talking about? Is this a prank? He replied that he heard what I did, and that he respected me for it. My relationship with this boy changed that day and that moment. I was able to form a good relationship with him. God had a plan.

A year later Dave and I are recovered from the surgery. Dave’s recovery was slower than mine, but overall he feels better than he has in years. At a recent appointment, he was told his labs looked like that of an 18 year old. Incredible. Dave and I were able to complete a 5K together in the fall, and in April my wife and I completed the Memorial half marathon. The only real ramification is I can no longer become a swim suit model. The scar left on my stomach isn’t terrible, but would take too much photo shop for me to pursue that career.

I want to encourage anyone who has thought about donating to do so. It will change your life and those around you for the better. You can help someone live a longer fuller life. Please call me if you have questions or doubts or anything. I’d love to talk about it. God is faithful.

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided, Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!