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thevoidstaredback · 2 days

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Tim was curious. Maybe a little addicted to whatever the hell was in that coffee, he's still standing by the point that no other coffee will ever be enough, but that's not the point.

He wants answers. The Justice League want answers. No one has been able to get them. Because Phantom stays in the House of Mysteries, no one but the JLD can actually get time him. The Supers have tried listening out for him, but magic is something they're weak against and therefore can't hear through. Batman has tried to get into the House, but he's been sent everywhere else for his attempts. They would track him down as a civilian, but no one actually knows if he has a civilian disguise. It's very hard to hide hair that starkly white and skin pale enough to be blue.

Regardless, everyone wanted answers and Tim was determined to be the one to get them. Why does Phantom claim to be thirty-eight, fourteen, and eighteen all at the same time? Where did he come from? When did he die? How did he die? What the hell is in his coffee because damn was it good!

Off topic.

Tim had the rest of the Titans return to the tower while he stayed out. It'd be easier to track if he was the only one doing it. Besides, these guys work with Raven, they won't hurt him. Probably.

The fact that Phantom apparently smelled like death was another concern Tim had. Was it because he was dead? And what did Constantine mean that 'the smell lingers'?

More questions kept popping up like goddamn daisies, and there was no answers to clip them down. Tim was getting frustrated, to say the least.

***

Danny made an effort to at least try and help Constantine with the demon problem the building was having. Honestly, it wasn't even that bad, in Danny's humble opinion. The demon was just messing with people, not hurting anyone or stealing anything! He was, at most, planting minor inconveniences everywhere.

That's not technically his monkey, though, and it was most definitely not his circus. He figured he'd offer to be helpful, though, if only so that Constantine would owe him a favor. A favor he already knows how he's going to cash in.

"Why'd you really want to tag along?" Constantine asked Danny while they searched for the demon.

"What do you mean? You offered to bring me along."

"Yeah, but that's because you need to get out of the House more."

"Funny, coming from you."

"I spend more time outside of the House than I do inside." the Brit scoffed, "Now tell me why you agreed to come along. This is demon hunting. You only ever go ghost hunting."

Danny sighed and ran his left hand through his hair. Not that he could feel it, stupid nerve damage. "Deadman's been on my ass about my first trip to Gotham. I would've left to go find some place to crash, but the entire Justice League is also on my ass for some reason! I'd honestly rather not have to face any of them."

"You've been to Gotham?" Constantine asked, "When?"

Danny groaned, "Not you, too!"

"Whoa, okay, okay. You don't need to share with the class."

"Sorry."

"You better be."

"Hey!"

"Now tell my why the JL proper are after you?"

A sigh. "You remember at that meeting when Red Robin mistook my drink for his?"

"Yeah. Hard to forget. You freaked everyone out a little bit."

"Yeah. Turns out they all have questions that I don't want to answer. Avoiding them all has been the best way to not answer."

"You know you can't dodge them all forever."

"I know, but I really don't want to have to explain anything!" he whined, "The questions that they'll end up asking are gonna be really painful to answer."

A raised eyebrow. "How do you know what they'll ask?"

"Because everyone always asks the same things. Worded differently, but still that same."

"Then refuse to answer."

Danny met Constantine's eyes with a deadpan glare. "You're gonna look me in the eye and tell me that the Justice League and their sidekicks will leave me alone if I tell them 'no'?" He shook his head. "Lying's a bad habit, old man."

Constantine rolled his eyes as he went for his lighter, remembering they were were in a no smoke zone and retracting his hand. "Don't sass me, brat. Wonder Woman and Superman, at the very least, would back off. They'd get everyone else to, too."

"What about Batman and his brood?"

"Touche." the man said, "But you can't hide from them forever."

"I can try,"

"But you'll fail."

Another groan. "Can we just get this thing over with? I want to lock myself in the basement and wallow."

Part 5

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charlyaster · 1 day

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Rating (some of) FableSMP Characters depending on how terrible of a person they are:

ATHENA

- he just a lil guy

- they so friendly

- never tried to use their power to hurt people

- destruction powers doesn't make you automatically a bad person.

My absolute beloved/10

MOMBOO

- plant lady don't commit crimes

- adopted a random bear and some kid

- kinda nice of her

- revived two of her friends

- again, kinda nice ngl

- I can forgive her for the denial part in s1

- I understand

- valid

- you did lock your kid in a bunker tho

- not poggers

6/10

EASTON

- ominous but in a neutral way

- funny

- did wrong but also you were corrupted so *I guess* it's not your fault

- tf you mean "college"

6/10

ARISANNA

- she's adorable when not vexed

- vexed :(

- not vexed anymore :D

- I love her

- in my heart she did no wrong ever

6/10

ENDERIAN

- ...

- i-

- she was better at the end tho-

- she tried to be a good mom for a lil bit-

4/10

FABLE

- keeps killing people

- doesnt feel guilty about it

- cursed his wife :(

- basically the reason Fengari and Ven can't be together again

- don't even get me started on the larger scale of the consequences of the resets

- manipulative bi-

Terrible man/10

ICARUS

- is responsible for the lack of women

- terrible brother

- but apparently they used to be good

- denial will be your downfall

- but still my favorite

- i care too much at this point

- they've been manipulated since childhood give them a break

- dumb tho

- like actually

- WHY ARE YOU A BIRD

4/10

RAE

- g a y

- polyamorus people can never do wrong

- never hurt people on purpose

- anxious guy

- only uses powers to protect/help other

- does everything to help people

- his mom died

- someone give him a break

- please

7/10

ISLA

- cheating is okay if your husband is a bitch

- pretty

- m o t h e r

- did everything to protect her children

- doesn't remember her children

- not her fault tho

8/10

ULYSSES

- he's tragic

- he did do unethical genetics experiments on god

- oupsies?

- *is* The Horrors™

- in this essay I will show you how Ulysses has been manipulated into joining the experiments-

- HE'S TRYING SO HARD TO BE GOOD

I care too much/10

MALITAE

- funny

- silly

- goofy

Love them/10

#i give no further explanation #mom said its my turn to be silly #fable smp

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ghostlyeris · 2 days

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Extra Credit

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Adaine is exhausted.

Even after a week, the Last Stand echoes in her bones. Every step she takes down the hall reverberates up her legs. She could be trancing instead of this. She could be, but she isn’t. This is more important than a few extra hours of trance.

Adaine is six years old and she’s surrounded by strangers in a strange land. They had to move in the middle of the year, her parents prattling on about some promotion her father had gotten. “Foreign diplomat” or whatever her mother had said. Not to her of course, but to Aelwyn when she had whined about leaving all her fancy friends behind. Adaine didn’t have anyone to leave. Everyone she knew was moving to the nation of Solace with her.

The hallways are empty. Everyone had either already run off to class or were smart enough to find somewhere to skip class that wasn’t standing in the hall. It’s not as if she would get in trouble though. She technically didn’t even need to step back in here until senior year. Not after acing the Last Stand.

Adaine is nine years old and she doesn’t understand what her classmates talk about. It’s not that she can’t comprehend their sentences. All the words have meanings and those meanings make sense. But she doesn’t understand. They talk about birthday parties and play dates and seem confused when Adaine says the only toys she has back home are the wooden automatons for magic practice. She knows what she says to them is wrong, but she doesn’t know what to say to make it right. It’s no surprise that she doesn’t make any friends that year.

Lockers line the wall. If she focuses hard enough, she could probably pick out the one that used to be Penelope's. It has fresher paint than the rest. After prom, people had vandalized it too much to scrub off. She’s honestly a little sad she wasn’t one of them.

Adaine is thirteen years old and she’s staring down a boy. He has a letter clenched in his hand with her name on it. It's nothing like the elf courtship she's read about in Aelwyn's romance novels, but she supposes humans have their own gestures of affection. Hudol is full of all sorts of people. Including those who like her. Apparently. She gingerly takes the letter from his grip and turns around to leave without a word.

Rounding the hall, the door to the wizard classroom comes into view. It’s a familiar room, one she’s spent countless hours in listening to droning lectures about the prescriptive nature of abjuration grammar. Tiberia isn’t a terrible teacher but she can certainly be a dull one.

Adaine is fourteen years old and she’s staring down a love letter. It’s been two months since she received it, long enough for her birthday to pass. She wants to feel something. Desire or disgust, either would be acceptable at this point. It’s what she’s supposed to do after all. Feel something. But no matter how hard she tries, she simply can’t muster anything up. It’s just a letter. Just a boy. Just…something she doesn’t get.

She’s almost there. It’s not too late for her to back out of this though. She could just turn around and head home. Or head down the hall to Jawbone and talk her feelings out. She could, but she won’t. She’s always had trouble communicating her feelings. It’s about time she made herself clear.

Adaine is sixteen years old and she finally gets it. Between Hudol and now, she had been confessed to time and time again. They weren’t even all jokes either. At least those she could understand. Everyone likes a good punchline, and she made a great one. But the earnest ones always threw her for a loop. What feelings could she possibly induce in a boy she had only talked to once?

She gets it now.

The handle is cold beneath her hand. She can hear the bustle of class behind the door, incantations and conjurations flaring to life beneath the deft touch of a wizard. She won’t miss going to class but it does make her smile. Just a bit. One deep breath and she turns the handle, plunging the room into silence.

Adaine is sixteen years old and she’s hiding in a fridge full of milk. If she had been sober, she would have been smart enough to find somewhere more isolated. But she isn’t sober. She’s drunk and panicking after running away from the hottest guy she’s ever seen. It almost feels like a panic attack, the way her chest tightens and her words stutter out. But it’s not. It’s warmer than that, flushing her face a fervent pink even after she’s stopped talking to him. No wonder people act so foolish while in love.

She feels so dumb.

“Miss Abernant. After that glorious Last Stand, I hadn’t anticipated seeing you again until your senior year.”

Everyone’s eyes are on her. She can feel them, crawling across her skin as they gaze on in eager interest. Even after saving the world thrice over, she’s never gotten used to the attention. But it’s alright. She’s not looking at any of them.

“Yes, well, I thought I’d deliver one last prophecy before I go. A little bit of extra credit to finish out the year.”

Adaine is sixteen years old and she thinks her heart has broken right in two. It shouldn’t have. This should have been a joyous moment. Not only had they completed the Last Stand, they had survived it. Done what no other party had done in the history of Aguefort. But she can’t bring herself to be happy. Not with Buddy Dawn dead and the only person that had ever made her heart flutter trying to fuck her over so badly.

She feels so dumb.

“Incredible. And what would that prophecy be, Miss Abernant?”

Tiberia looks eager, the way she does before every prophecy. It’s a subtle thing, only seen in the sheen of her eyes as she stares on. It normally unnerves her but she doesn’t mind all that much this time. She wants to be heard.

“I’m going to kill a dragon.”

Adaine is sixteen years old and she’s furious. After an hour and a half on the train, her emotions had finally settled down into something she could understand. And what she understood is that she wants him dead. It isn’t even truly about the betrayal. It’s hard to feel betrayed by someone you don’t even know. It’s about the fact that for once she felt normal. For once, she was just like everyone else, with a group of friends and a stupid boy she could pine after. And he ruined that for her.

So she’s going to ruin him.

Like a gunshot, the classroom bursts into a flurry of activity once more. None of it matters to her. She completed what she came here to do. Turning around, she heads back out into the hall without bothering to look at him. She’s the Elven Oracle after all. She’s seen through all of time, every possible iteration of this experience before she had even decided to go through with it.

She knows he blanched with fear.

And she knows that when Oisín Hakinvar sees her leave the room, he’ll pull out his phone to check his nemesis alert, set up at the same fancy bank Fabian goes to. And she knows that he’ll stare down at that screen and see Adaine Abernant, the Elven Oracle on that list clear as day.

Adaine is exhausted. But more importantly, Adaine is enraged. And she knows, just as she knows everything else, that she’s going to make Oisín Hakinvar’s life absolute hell.

#rushed to finish this before the episode tomorrow where i will probably have to eat my words #but for now. revenge #adaine abernant #oisín hakinvar #oisaine #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #my writing

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thelov3lybookworm · 3 days

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You Think I Wanted This? (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Another party??

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A/n: aight so things are starting to heat uppp hehe 😏

anyways, enjoy!

The silence was more distracting than his loud complains, and Y/n didn't know what to make of that sudden knowledge as she turned the page of her textbook, trying to remember even one word she's read in the past ten minutes

If she was being honest, it scared her, the way she had begun to adore his loudness. His constant sighs, his scowls, his frowns.

Her craving for his presence scared her more than her father did, and that was a huge statement.

Now, sitting in her room in her simple sundress in front of her desk, her books open, she wished he was with her too. The silence was just too loud, the air and space too big without his looming presence.

Just as she leaned back, rubbing her face with both hands, the door opened, and in walked her ugly husband.

Not ugly.

Y/n quieted the voice as she sighed, turning to look at him as he made his way to her bed. Technically his bed too, but that was not the point.

As soon as he was settled, laying flat as he stared up at the intricately carved ceiling, Y/n turned back to her work, the medicines and herbs suddenly much more interesting.

"Do you all really do nothing all day?"

Y/n blinked, turning to look at him.

"What?"

"Do you all really just sit around on your asses doing nothing?"

Unamused, Y/n wondered if he was being serious. When she didn't reply, he turned to stare at her expectantly, and she realised that he was, in fact, not joking.

"Father handles the kingdom matters all day. Halden is usually busy with his trainings and studies, so am I. Other than the guards, everyone has something to do."

He clicked his tongue. "Being in Samara was better than this-"

The thud that echoed through the room was more satisfying than it should have been, and Y/n had to work hard to suppress her smile as Xaden turned to glare at the thick textbook she had chucked at his head.

"What is this?"

"My first year textbook. You should read that to pass the time and maybe consider shutting up."

And because she wanted him to know small remedies in case he got hurt while on a mission, but he didn't need to know that.

After all, it would be a real waste of manpower if he died because he didn't wrap an injury quickly enough or used poisonous herbs when needed. He had a very coveted signet, from what she'd heard, and he was also apparently a very good rider and warrior. The kingdom needed people like that.

And because he was very entertaining when angry.

He scoffed. "Yeah, no. I'm not reading some healer's textbook."

Y/n shrugged, picking up one of her books to continue reading. "As long as you don't irritate me, you can do whatever you want."

He was quiet, and Y/n stopped thinking about him and actually started reading when she heard the noise of paper turning.

Try as she might, she could not hide the triumphant smile blooming on her face.

It had almost been over an hour when Y/n stood, stretching her hands high above her head to relieve some of the tension in her body before tuning to Xaden, who watched her curiously.

"I forgot to tell you, but Halden is hosting a party this evening."

He groaned. "Another one?"

A small smile bloomed on her face, because no matter how she felt about him, she could relate to his lack of enthusiasm. "It won't be like the previous ones."

"Oh?"

She nodded, leaning her hip back against the desk. "Party is just a nicer, more appropriate word so no one finds out, but it is basically a revel, with too much drinking and... you know..."

His scarred eyebrow rose, skeptical. "I know... what?"

She sighed through her nose. "People will be busy... interacting."

He blinked "Interacting. Interesting. And it's allowed?"

She rolled her eyes. "Halden sends out the invitations personally, and only people he trusts get them. Those who get invited are bound to stay quiet about the whole ordeal, and as long as it does not get revealed to the general public, father does not care."

"So people partake in group activities?"

Y/n blushed, realising he had something completely different in mind. "No! I mean, I wouldn't know. I've only been to one. And usually, the lighting is so dark you cant see what others are doing. Aphrodisiacs are involved, and everywhere you look, you will find a couple or two being... intimate."

By the time Y/n finished speaking, Xaden's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hair.

"That's..."

"Mhmm. You can probably find some good company tonight."

Instantly, his eyes hardened. "What does that mean?"

She blinked at the harsh tone, straightening. "I-"

A knock sounded through the room, interrupting her, and she glanced over as the door opened.

The maid walked in holding a tray, a teapot, two cups and a plate of small biscuits and sweets stacked onto it, balancing precariously as she made her way over to the low table in the corner of the room.

Without a word, the maid set down the tray, then glanced up at Y/n to await further instruction.

"I can handle it, thank you."

The maid nodded, and after a look at the smile Y/n gave her, turned and left, blushing.

The whole ordeal gave Y/n time to collect her thoughts, and she was grateful for it.

Y/n and Xaden, though now married, had not consumated it yet. Y/n knew the significance of it, the importance it held in the royal family. Her father had subtly hinted at it in the past few days, to which Y/n had pretended it had happened.

Sha hadn't yet talked to Xaden about it, hadn't told him that in the family, a marriage without consumation was basically a marriage annulled.

The only reason she continued lying about it was because she knew he still had feelings for General Sorrengail's youngest daughter, and maybe, just maybe, also because even though she had known the chances of her marrying for love were almost nonexistent, she still held out hope that she would only ever be intimate with someone she loved and because she wanted to be, not because of responsibility.

Y/n made her way over to the table, beginning to pour the tea into a cup when Xaden spoke up again. "What did you mean, Y/n."

She sighed, already tired of this conversation. "Just forget it, Riorson." She glanced up to meet his eyes. "Tea?"

His eyes hardened further, and he stood, his jaw clenched, a muscle feathering in his jaw. "You enjoy it."

He walked out the door without another word, slamming it behind him, not giving her a chance to do anything but spy the curious eyes of Nash as he tried to gauge what had caused this reaction.

And, even though Y/n knew that he was mad, the fact that her first year textbook was missing didn't go unnoticed by her.

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xoxo-sarah · 2 days

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Could you write something where you are new and in almost all of robins classes, but the more you get to know each other, the more you hang out. She starts to think maybe your friendship is more than what she thought it was, like shes feeling something she knows that you shouldnt feel for a friend

Torture

↝a/n: thank you for requesting. 🩷 This is kinda cute (but rushed)

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 4.24.24

In a bustling hallway of Hawkins High, you nervously navigate your first day, feeling lost among the sea of unfamiliar faces. Until a sweet voice calls out.

"You look lost. Need a hand?"

Looking up, you didn't know what to say at first. She was the first person to talk to you, even with all the kids around you. No one paid you the time of day, too caught up in their own highschool drama.

The girl offers a smile, pointing towards the paper with your classes. You nervously chuckle, handing the paper over. She quickly glanced at it, before dragging you to the first class, which you so happened to have together.

She was nice and funny. It was easy to get along with her. When she wasn't talking about the newest thing or telling you about the school and people in it, she was listening to you and your story of how you ended up in Hawkins. She listened. Something not many teenagers do.

It didn't take long for you two to become close. You walked together in the halls, did homework together, went over to each other's houses, called after school, kept each other updated on the drama that happened in the classes you don't have together. It was amazing to have someone to talk to after moving to a new town.

It was torture for Robin.

Don't get her wrong, she adored you. Maybe even a little too much.

She started off seeing you as a friend. You were nice and funny. But apparently that's her type. She started noticing how you put your hair behind your ear as you smiled, the creases next to your lips as you smile- how your eyes crinkle as well. She loved the color red on you. She wanted to spend every moment with you.

It was unhealthy, she thought. It wouldn't cause anything but trouble. But she wasn't one to just end something. Especially when it meant so much to not only her, but you. Was she just supposed to drop you one day? Leave you alone in the sea of sharks? She wasn't that type of person, so she'd have to endure the unspoken rejection.

"That doesn't make sense." Robin watched your eyebrows furrow, not noticing her lips lightly pull into an amused grin. You were adorable when confused. "Biology is a bitch."

"couldn't agree more." She shut her book, pulling her bag from beside your bed and started putting everything in it.

"what're you doing? I thought we had more to study?" There you were, making it hard for her to just see you as a friend. With your pretty eyes, lips, cheeks.

"I have errands to run. Sorry." She stood, moving to put her backpack on.

"are you going to walk? I drove you here."

Robin stumbled over her words. She forgot about that, even with her standing in your room. There's no way she was going to stay there , inhaling your smell that was on everything. It was torture. "It's not that far of a walk."

You stood, smiling as you walked over to your desk chair, putting your jacket on. "Don't be silly. I need fresh air anyway."

"No."

You paused with one arm in your jacket. "What?"

She sighed, looking up at your ceiling. "I just...I just need some time away from you." Ouch. She could've worded that better. Didn't stop it from being true.

"oh-yeah...yeah of course." Your jacket fell from your arm, landing back in the seat of the chair. "It is a long walk though. I can get my mom to take you home."

Robin sighed, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Care so much."

You walked over to your bed and slumped down on it, looking at her confused. "Because you're my friend? I'm supposed to care."

She nodded slowly, biting her lip. "Why do you have to? You make it so much harder than it has to be."

"I'm confused, Robin."

"I shouldn't feel this way about you."

It was quiet for a moment, until you broke it with a whisper. "What way?"

Llike I like you." Robin managed to spit out, instantly regretting it as your face dropped.

"Robin..."

She was quick to make her way to your door, grabbing the handle. "I'm just going to go-"

"You don't have to. We can talk this out-please don't go."

"I made things awkward."

"No you didn't."

She felt a hand on her elbow, too scared to turn around. You were right there, with her secret just aired out. Were you going to laugh at her? Spread it around school? She knew you weren't the type, but you can't be too sure.

"I like you too, Robin."

"Really?" She hated how fast she asked, but didn't care when she met your eyes. You offered her a sweet smile, eyes crinkling and all.

"Yeah, I didn't know if it was romantic feelings or not. But after Tonight, I kind of got my answer. I really, really like you."

"In that case," he backpack slid to the floor, her arms going around you. "I don't have errands."

"Good," you grabbed her hand, turning and dragging her back towards your bed and the open book that laid on your covers. "I still need to help with biology."

"Why must you torture me?"

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nanakiwii · 1 day

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STARDEW VALLEY HANNIGRAM???

What the actual-?!

Really????

The voices won.

I regret nothing.

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Prison was boring.

Being locked up, as Hannibal expected, was all about routine and schedule. You wake up, eat, shower and shit when they tell you to. Good behavior was the key to bring back some of his old life pleasures: books and music, for example, were some of those achievements he earned.

But, Hannibal sensed he still needed something, or, someone to fill this void he called existence. After three years of isolation and intense silence, Hannibal couldn't help but to dig in every interaction he shared with his beloved.

In the time while they were apart, Will - somehow - managed to get engaged and marry a faceless woman and, as much as it hurt Hannibal, he couldn't deny he was happy to see Will as desperate as himself to try to easy the pain of their distance.

The lack of human contact didn't do great to his temperament and Hannibal knew we was becoming more "sassy" as days passed. He was bored. The bliss of the attention he received by the media was gone for ages. He found every assumption of his "diagnose" wrong and very dumb. "If this is the proof of human brightness, then we're destined to live in darkness" he thought.

It was this boredom that made him poke Alana Bloom until he discovered a way to taunt Will and to end his sickening loneliness.

Stardew Valley.

Apparently, it was farming game he could play with friends and family. And who was Will if not a friend and part of his family? Well, Hannibal guessed he had to find a way to play this exquisite video game with his precious Will.

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~ Inspired by this horrendous comic I drew on the printscreen brush tool a long time ago while I was sleep deprived and very very bored.

Text:

Will: "What is this game about?"

Hannibal: "I suppose it's a farm game, Will."

Will: "And, why you wanna play with me?"

Hannibal: "Well, Alana commented about it, and I'm curious."

Will: "I don't believe you."

Hannibal: "Come on, Will. I'm locked and bored. Help me out."

Will: "Fine."

Later...

Will *behind a computer screen*: "I still don't know how you manage to have those things."

Hannibal *also behind a computer screen*: "I'm a very behaved prisoner."

Will: "..."

Will: "No, look, let's just play."

[Stardew Valley home screen]

Hannibal: "Soo much hair options."

Will: "Shut up."

Hannibal: "What do I put on 'favorite thing?'"

Hannibal: "Such a hard question!"

Will: "I wrote 'dogs'"

Hannibal: "Yeah, I suppose you did."

Will: "You want me to ask, don't you?"

Hannibal: "Ask what?"

Will: "What did you write?"

Hannibal: "Oh, hoho... You would be surprised."

Will: "If you say 'pork' I'll kill you."

Hannibal: "Then, you better pick a knife."

Will: "Fuck you and your cannibal jokes, Hannibal!"

Hannibal: "Me and my jokes."

[Hannibal's character building screen:

Name: Hannibal M.D

Farm Name: Hospital

Favorite Thing: Will Graham ]

End.

AGAIN: SORRY ABOUT THE MAJOR GRAMMAR AND ENGLISH ERRORS. I WAS HALF ASLEEP HALF ALIVE AND I NEEDED SOME CRACK FIC TO KEEP GOING!

I wanted to post it somewhere because I keep laughing alone about what I made and wanted to share with other people.

The art is shit, but someday I'll make something better (I probably won't. Will I?)

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idontknowreallywhy · 2 days

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WIP Wednesday

A bit of a random one… an OC viewpoint on a wee!Tracy.

It was the first day of the academic year and Felicity Miles had already broken her resolution to actually leave school at a reasonable time. She glanced at the brightly coloured clock suspended over the electronic whiteboard and sighed as she calculated her chances of catching the next bus home to be almost precisely zero. There wouldn’t be another for an hour… well at least she wasn’t in a rush now. As long as everything was gone by the morning so the cleaner didn’t report the damage, all would be well.

Turning her attention back to the task in hand she averted her eyes as she sprayed a little more of the concentrated bleach on the table top and then recommenced scrubbing with the wire brush she’d lifted from the school kitchens.

Learning points from today:

- give the kid more paper

- don’t leave sharpies lying around.

She finally obliterated the carefully written ‘26/104’ and moved on to ‘27/108’.

It was likely not the most efficient approach to erase one fraction at a time but she felt strangely compelled to follow the pattern through in the same way the fascinated little dark haired boy had.

1/4

2/8

3/12

4/16

5/20

That was as far as most of the class had got before they moved on to the next task. Based on the report of their previous teacher she hadn’t expected this one to have got even that far. Apparently getting him to stay in his seat or focus on anything that didn’t involve airplanes or running very fast for 3 minutes or more was considered a win.

She frowned. The unspoken hint that they’d given up on him had put her hackles up. He was clearly a bright kid. Very. He also spoke as well as he didn’t sit. That, combined with his height, gave him the presence of a much older child. Maybe that was working against him - were people expecting too much?

Famous daddy syndrome didn’t help either. And that connection was hard to forget when this apple had fallen right at the foot of that incredibly dashing genetic tree.

Felicity made a point of never having favourites. ESPECIALLY not when they happened to be the offspring of one of her heroes. But she had always had a soft spot for an underdog and had a hunch that this one might need a champion in the near future.

She continued scrubbing, mind buzzing with ways she could capitalise on his evident interest in patterns and mentally rewriting tomorrow’s lesson plan to devote some time to the history of flight.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #wee!tracys #guess who ;)#idontknowreallywhy fanfic #wip wednesday

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childofhypno · 1 day

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just some thoughts from sherlock and co. Mailbag episode

honestly I did this to myself and at 3am no less.

In an mailbag episode on the sherlock and co. patreon, answering a question on their favorite musicals, John answered Les Misèrables. And being the romantic we know our loveable doctor to be, I was perusing the songs from the 2013 movie album and came across On My Own.

Sung by Èpoine about her unrequited love for Marius. And that is sad in its own regard, there's a reason it's one of the musicals most popular songs and Samantha Barks does a great job of that crushing emotional weight of being so wrapped in someone, so ultimately dazzled by them and wanting to be near them. But knowing they will not look at you the same, will not place the same value on the time and proximity you share. And that is not their fault and it is hard to love someone and desire to be close and yet have them be the source of your greatest pain and rejection, even though they may wish you no harm.

It's been hinted at and out right stated (by Sherlock) that John wants to be liked. And given what we've heard about John's last relationship (the one whereby he gained ownership of Archie after the split) and perhaps some insecurities there, insecurities in his own capabilities, comparing himself to others, its understandable to read John as something of an insecure man. Not in a toxic manner but John definitely has a lot of self doubts about himself and his place in the world and what he can offer to others. Despite him so naturally being able to attune to people and their needs and being quite bloody smart and intuitive. All round just a decent person.

And John, as much as anyone, marvels at Sherlock Holmes. This almost mythical figure. John admires Sherlock and maybe envies him on some level. I think not in Sherlock's deduction skills or specific knowledge skillsets but maybe in Sherlock's apparent surety in himself and where he is in life and what he wants from it. Sherlock is plainly himself, even if it means not "fitting in " John often tries to mould himself to what others might like, and hey, as a people pleaser, oh boy do I understand that. Almost becomes like muscle memory.

Sherlock in turn, I think admires John's social prowess. His ability to express the complexity of emotions. Just because someone doesn't emote the typical way doesn't mean they don't feel the emotions. And that can be incredibly frustrating when you want to communicate with others. Sherlock cares about people. He's interested in people. And he can't always express or connect with them in the way he wants. Like a language barrier he mentioned in another mailbag episode. That is why Sherlock and John work. They draw out in each other and supplement for the qualities they lack or yearn to have more of. They're a balancing act. A good one. And I'm not the first to point that out.

All this to say, imagine when that act is separated. The Fall. Grown so comfortable to have the other's support, always by each others side and then, suddenly the other person isn't there. And you have to remember how you functioned without them before. But you can't go back. You're not the same person you were. But if they aren't there to remind you, to encourage you, it's easy to fall back into old habits.

And so the song. On My Own. From John's perspective, watching the man the myth the dazzling legend that is Sherlock Holmes, getting swept up in the adventures, feeling totally out of place but thrilled be along for the ride, participating, maybe growing in confidence all because of coincidental flat share with possibly the most brilliant and bizzare man he's ever met. The world is changing for John Watson. And Sherlock is seemingly at the center of it all. He's found purpose. Friends. A home. Maybe more. But John is as fallible in his assumptions as any of us are. And Sherlock appears to have no interest in such relationships and John, not confident enough to make the first move. So he can daydream. Of what it would be like to be with Sherlock. And what it would be like be without Sherlock.

And then the Fall. And he truly is without Sherlock and his world has dulled and greyed and blurred. The city has lost its glimmer. The flat is quiet. The words are meaningless. And John sits with his what ifs.

Don't think of John hearing this song. Of the heartbreak of knowing that you can ever be with the one you love. And knowing that taste of what brilliant technicolours the world is when you were with them, full of stimulating twinkling lights. And thinking it could never be that way again. Don't imagine John, sat in the flat, in the achingly quiet flat, as a woman sings for her never was love, head in his hands, Archie resting his head on John's knee. Don't think of John cursing himself for not being sure enough to tell Sherlock how he felt, for not being good enough again to save his friend. Don't think of John Watson, once again, on his own.

#sherlock and co #sherlock and co.#sherlock & co #sherlock homes #john watson #I just have a lot of feelings about these two okay?#I dunno if I expressed myself well but here we are #jonklock

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If you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it

I probably won’t surprise anyone, but the idea came to me in a dream. In it, two girls were sitting at a bar and one of them wanted to meet Buggy (I'm serious!). So welcome to another dream! :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: Your sister took you to a bar so she could meet someone. She saw Buggy, but he clearly showed interest in you.

Warnings: Nerd people are mentioned here. I have nothing against people who are passionate about something. The basis is the reaction of people who do not understand other people's hobbies.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You” by Tom Waits.

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“Why did you bring me here?” You twirled a glass of wine in your hands.

“Well, because I'm tired of being alone. It's time to get back into the game after we broke up with that asshole.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and scanned the entire room with her eyes. “There are no decent candidates yet.”

“That's all very nice to hear, but why do you need me here?” You took a sip of wine and snacked on cheese.

“I’m afraid I need a co-pilot, Y/N.” Your sister chuckled and scratched her nose.

“We've been sitting here for two hours and the only options that have come to us are those pot-bellied weirdos over there.” You carefully pointed your little finger at the table where a group of chubby guys in glasses sat, endlessly discussing aliens and yeties.

“They’re not that weird.” Your sister tilted her head slightly.

“Not weird? Seriously? One of them came up wearing a t-shirt with the inscription that said “take a ride on my flying saucer.” You laughed. “Sorry, but I didn't sign up for a such kind of date.”

“Well, if there are no other options, I'll choose the one with the Bigfoot t-shirt.” Your sister shrugged and opened new bottle of wine.

“I'll hope he's not as hairy as his pet on his clothes.” You giggled and poured some wine into your glass.

“You're such a bitch.” Your sister shook her head and took a piece of cheese.

Suddenly a loud laughter echoed through the bar. Everyone sitting in the bar instantly turned towards the sound.

“Lord, who is laughing so hard?” You turned around, craning your head. “Apparently that tall guy at the bar.”

“Wow! He’s cute! Why didn't we notice him before?!!” Your sister looked in the same direction.

“Seriously? Are you sure we're looking at the same guy? Blue hair, red nose, makeup on his face.” You nodded your face towards the guy sitting at the counter. His laughter seemed to shake the walls of the entire establishment.

“Yes. He’s cute!” Your sister kicked your leg under the table. “Go and find out from him whether he’s sitting here with someone or alone.”

“Why me?” You look at her.

“You're my co-pilot, Y/N. Or do you want me to start playing the poor abandoned girl card.” Your sister made a sad face. “I might even cry.”

“Okay!” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck. Why is it always me?”

You muttered under your breath, took a glass, stood up and headed towards. You cleared your throat and gently patted the blue-haired man on the shoulder. “Hey, you. Hello!”

“What?” He turned sharply and looked you with his green eyes up and down.

“Nothing. My sister liked you.” You took a sip, realizing that you had said something stupid.

“And what?” The man look at you questionably.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Go up to her and say hello like all normal people.”

“No! I’m busy!” He turned around and poured some whiskey.

“You’re busy? How? What are you doing? You just sit and drink.” You threw up your hands.

“It's called being busy, brownie! Do you see?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, grinned and poured himself a glass of whiskey in one gulp. “So, sorry, my love.”

“Fuck you! Asshole!” You returned to the table, sat down and groaned.

“So? Will he come? Y/N, please, say he'll come!” Your sister looked at you with hope. ��He's so cool when he grumbles.” She smiled slightly.

“No, he won’t. He’s kind of strange, to be honest. He’s sitting there alone, and by the way, he wears more makeup than you and me combined.” You leaned your elbows on the back of the chair and looked towards the bar counter again.

“Y/N, go and ask what he is doing? Maybe he will come..” Your sister took another sip of wine, looked at you with pleading eyes and lightly tapped her palms on the table.

“Why me? You liked him, so you go! You made a hand gesture, sending your sister to the bar.

“I’m shy.” She stared at the table and began to move her finger along the glass. “You’re better at talking than me. Y/N, plee-e-e-a-a-ase!”

“Why do I always fall for this? Okay! Site here.” You groaned, stood and came to the bar counter.

You tapped the man on the shoulder. “Hey, you! Hello again!”

“You again?” He looked at you, and it seemed to you for a second that he was glad to see you. “Now what?”

“Yeah, me. Well... My sister… My sister is still sitting there.” You carefully pointed towards your table. “And still likes you.”

“And my question is still, “so what?” The man turned to you.

“Listen, are you always such a rude person?” You squinted your eyes and took a sip.

“Great!” He laughed loudly. “Your sister is sending you to me, and I’m the rude one in this situation!”

“Look, okay, I admit it. I'm not very good at being a co-pilot. To be honest, I have no idea how to do this correctly.” Your chuckled.

“That's noticeable, brownie!” He flicked your nose and winked.

“Is it difficult for you to spare 5 minutes with us? Say hello, say a joke and then say goodbye. Her boyfriend dumped her, by the way. And for some strange reason she liked you.” You softened your voice.

“Still my answer is no!” The man turned back to the bar.

“Ass!” You muttered under your breath and was about to come back to your sit.

“Hey, wait!” The man shouted at you. “What's the name?”

“Whose name? Sister?”

“No! Your. What's your name?” He looked at you and took a sip.

“Y/N. And you?” You squinted one eye.

“Buggy.”

“Well, hi, Buggy.” You smiled slightly.

“Well, hi, Y/N.” He winked at you again.

“Won't you come over?” You nodded again towards the table.

“Sorry, brownie, no!” Buggy shook his head and laughed again.

“Okay!” You exhaled. “Enjoy your drink!”

You returned to the table and shrugged. “I'm a lousy co-pilot, sister. He won't co~.”

"So, girls.” Suddenly, a white-gloved hand slammed a bottle of whiskey onto the table. “Are we relaxing?"

“YES!!!” Your sister shouted happily, and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, not expecting such volume from herself.

“Yes. Relaxing.” You looked at Buggy and quietly whispered “thank you”.

Buggy winked at you again. “I thought I'd rather keep you company than these weirdos in weird t-shirts.” He placed his hand on the back of your chair. “And I’m Buggy, by the way. So. What are you talking about?”

“About various things.” Your sister said, started twirling her hair on her finger.

“Come on, brownie... and... well.. brownie’s sister, tell me about yourselves.” Buggy poured himself a glass of whiskey and gently placed his hand on your back. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and smiled slightly.

“Oh, I work at the police station.” Your sister took a sip of the wine without taking her eyes off Buggy. “Well, you know. Administrator. I register cases and everything.”

“Sounds good. What about you, brownie?” Buggy moved his hand over your back a little lower.

“Nothing to tell, to be honest. I just quit my two jobs, and now I’m celebrating my freedom.” You blushed a little, feeling his hand started stroking your back.

He took the bottle, turned it over in his hands and smelled it. “You can't celebrate by drinking some crap.” Buggy called the waiter and ordered another bottle of wine. He placed your open bottle on the weirdo’s table. “Guys, this is for you. The best wine in this bar. Enjoy your evening.”

Buggy chuckled strangely, sat down and moved his chair closer to you. You could smell him, smelling like a mixture of rum and whiskey, and musk.

“Okay, okay.” You glanced at him. “You asked about us. It's our turn! Tell me, what do you do in life?”

“Me?” He looked at you, pointing his finger at himself. “You don't know who I am?”

“Sorry, Buggy.” You took his bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass, squinting your eyes. “But I have no idea who you are.”

“Na-ah! First, that's my bottle. And I'm gonna get it back.” He smirked and took the bottle from your hands. “Y/N! My brownie, I'm the genius and famous Buggy the Clown!”

You drank whiskey and choked. “Fuck, it's strong.” You wiped your lips. “Who are you? The clown? From the circus? From the real circus?” You slightly turned your body towards him.

“The realest and greatest circus in the world!” Buggy placed his hand on your waist.

“So what?” Your sister asked and ran her foot along his leg. “Do you have acrobats, jugglers and mimes there?”

“Exactly, brownie’s sisters!” Buggy pointed his glass at her. “The best acrobats, the best mimes, the best jugglers! You should go to my show. Especially you, brownie!” He flicked your nose.

“Me?” You tried not to notice his hand on your waist. “Why me? Sorry, Buggy the Clown, I don't like circuses!”

“You just weren't in my circus, baby!” Buggy winked at you and slowly moved his hand to your hip.

“Damn, I'm out of whiskey. Waiter. Hey! Are they deaf or something? I'll be right back. Brownie.” He stood up and winked at you. “And.. brownie's sister.”

“How do you do it, Y/N?” Your sister laughed, taking a sip of her wine.

“What am I doing?” You raised one eyebrow.

“I noticed the guy, and he will leave with you. Probably.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and looked around.

“He seems okay. He's even cute.” You shrugged your shoulders and glanced at Buggy, who was actively gesticulating and laughing at the bar counter. “Or maybe he’s flirting with everyone like that.”

"No way! He liked you!" Your sister stuck her tongue out at you.

“Sorry...” You answered sadly.

“Oh, fuck it. He's yours. I'll go meet the yeti.” Your sister took the glass and went to the next table.

“Hey! Where is your sister?” Buggy asked in surprise as he came back.

“She went to see that dude who's wearing a yeti t-shirt. Why are you asking? Miss her?” You immediately straightened your hair, placed your hand on the table and rested your chin on your palm.

“No, brownie. I miss you already.” Buggy plopped down next to you and moved his face close to yours. “So, what are your plans for today?” He stroked your shoulder with his fingers.

You moved even closer to his face and winked. “Buggy the Clown, it seems like you promised to show me your circus. But first…” You carefully ran your finger along his leg. “You will buy me a brownie.”

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