#have they become my wallpaper? yep

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#the sorry boys #philza minecraft #wilbur soot #charlie slimecicle #ranboo #tommyinnit #have they become my wallpaper? yep

[eunoiathewriter]

.☼︎. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫; 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

— Mattheo Riddle x Reader

— Summary: y/n goes to a Flourish and Blotts with her aunt Janice, and there she meets a boy who's going to play a big part in her life later on.

— Word Count: 1.8k

— A/N: This is the prologue to my new Wattpad book that I've just started. My Wattpad is @/eunoiathewriter on there too and the name of the book is "Alwasy, Forever"

The smell of books, old and new, was strong as she walked into Flourish and Blotts. The smell of books had long been her favorite. During her nine almost ten years in the world, y/n had always loved whenever her aunt, Gail Wittiher, would come home with new books and they smelled just like books did or more like they should, according to the young girl. Earthy and woody.

On long days when she would be at home, her aunt Gail, out for work, and her second aunt, Janice, working in her office, little y/n would go into the small library her aunts kept in the small flat. Closing the doors and just sitting down on the floor.

The smell of books and candles seemed to have been embedded into the wallpaper of the room as it never seemed to become less strong. She would sit on the rug in the little home library and just listen to the grandfather clock tick each second by.

So, entering the cozy bookshop in Diagon Alley was always going to be one of her favourite things to do with her aunts.

Aunt Janice held onto the young girl's hand gently, just to make sure she was by her side and wouldn't wander off into the busy alley. It crawled with Hogwarts students getting their robes, books, wands, cauldrons, brass scales, and so much more needed according to the shopping list students got from the school.

Janice Wittiher knew that her wife's niece had a love for books. Whether it was reading them, the smell of them or just being around them, the nine year old loved them. This was why she had decided that instead of teaching the girl what every child growing up in a wizarding family needed to know before Hogwarts she took her on a little trip to Flourish and Blotts.

"Now," Janice turned to the y/n who excitedly looked around. "I have to get myself a few books for work, you're allowed to get two books today. I'll be down here if you need me. Understood?"

"Yep! Two books, no more." The h/c girl answered as she loosened her grip on her aunt's hand to go and look around.

"Remember, be respectful of other customers and for the love of Merlin, be careful." Janice sighed as she knew the girl had a tendency to be a bit of a clumsy kid.

"Understood, aunt Jani!" y/n immediately padded away towards the stairs that led up to her favorite section, astronomy. Janice stood up from her crouching position and shook her head, but still a smile adored her face before she went to find her books.

y/n found that the astronomy section of books always had her marvel. It was aunt Gail that had happened to mention something about supernovas during dinner which had her ask more. Having both her aunts read books for her about the wonders of the universe. Everything from galaxies to asteroids.

Her eyes skimmed over the bookcases, for such a young girl she knew how to read very well and therefore found it easy to search for that one book. Atlas of Celestial Anomalies was the book she desperately wanted to own and have her aunts read for her.

The floorboards creaked as she walked over them on the upper level, even though her young mind closed out the outside world, she could still hear the bell to the door go off whenever someone entered or exited. She could hear people talking in the background on the lower level.

"Ah, haha!" y/n cheered lowly for herself as she found the book. Thankfully it was on a lower shelf which made taking it easier. It was a hardback, bound with a blue color. On the spine The name Atlas of Celestial Anomalies read in gold. She looked at it with big eyes and hugged it to her chest. Happy to finally have it.

"What is that?" A voice broke her inner cheering. A boy's voice. She turned with a confused face to where the voice had come from.

She came face-to-face with a boy, around her age, if y/n were to guess. He had curly dark hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes, like dark chocolate.

"What?"

"What's that? What you're holding." The boy pointed towards the book she still hugged towards her body tightly.

"Oh, a book." The boy's face turned up in confusion at that. Were books new to him? No it couldn not, everyone had heard about books, y/n was certain about that.

"A book? Those are boring." He then told and it almost made y/n drop her jaw.

"Nah ah, they're the best."

"Not really."

"Yes they are. What is so much better then?" She was not about to have anybody disrespect books like that. They were her absolute favourite thing invented, except muggle TV.

"These," The dark haired boy pulled out two comics from behind him to show her. It made y/n shrug. She didn't exactly have a problem with comics, they were quite fine in y/n's mind to read when her aunts and her were on a train on their way somewhere. Since the two women then usually were not that very up to reading and explaining some things.

"They're okay, but I still prefer books over comics."

"What's that even about?" He was truly interested in what she was reading. And even more interested since the book was at least about four hundred pages from what he could see.

"Astronomy or astrology, I'm not really sure which." y/n furrowed her brows and tapped the book.

"Sounds cool," He actually didn't exactly know what either of that was. "What's your name? I'm Mattheo Riddle."

y/n smiled at him as he held out his hand for her to shake, something Mattheo had seen many grown-ups do when greeting each other. She happily took his hand in hers and shook it. "I'm y/n, y/n Wittiher."

Mattheo and y/n then proceeded to both look through each other's finds at Flourish and Blotts. Sitting down next to each other on a bench on the upper level.

Mattheo would flip to one side of his comic and both would gasp at the amazingly done art as it moved, then y/n would flip to a side in her book where drawings of different constellations were displayed. Both of them marvel at each other's finds.

It was that typical thing for most children, you meet someone your age, talk a little and then it's like the two of you are best friends, even though you've just met.

It had been quite a while now, maybe a good thirty minutes since y/n and Janice entered the shop. Janice had just found all the books she needed for her research but when she tried to locate y/n it was near impossible.

"Excuse me," A man in his late thirties walked up to Janice and tapped her on her shoulder. She turned and put her books down on a stool close to her.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Janice asked with a sweet tone.

"Well yes," The man scratched his nose. "I am looking for a boy, you might not have seen him?"

At the face Janice pulled the man sighed and instead got more detailed. "He's nine, almost ten, about this tall," He held a hand to show the boy's approximate height. "Dark hair, pale and dark eyes?"

"No, I haven't seen him. I'm sorry." Janice smiled apologetically. "I'm actually looking for my wife- eh friend's niece."

The man scratched his nose once again and looked around. Odd. It was very odd according to both adults. But at least Janice knew she y/n were in the shop, it was just exactly where she was.

"Oh, well, I'm thankful-"

But he didn't have time to fully thank Janice for listening before he spotted the curly haired boy and h/c girl walk down from the second level. "Mattheo Riddle, what on earth are you doing?"

The mention of the name Riddle made Janice turn in a rush with a gasp, that last name was something Gail had mentioned a lot about ten years ago. But when she turned, she was shocked to find y/n standing next to a curly haired boy, confusion written all over her face as the boy, who had to be Mattheo Riddle, looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"I ehm... Mr. Martin.." Mattheo trailed off and quickly tried to hide the comics.

Mr Martin did not hesitate to walk promptly up to the Riddle boy and snatch the comics out of his hands. y/n was quickly pulled off to the side by Janice who held her close to her side. They both watched as Mattheo protested to the man about the comics, claiming he had enough money himself to buy it but Mr Martin was not having it.

"You, boy," Mr Martin placed a hand on the back of Mattheos neck and held him steadily. "Do not argue with me. Now, lets go."

His voice was firm as he started to lead Mattheo out of Flourish and Blotts. But the curly haired boy, though in slight pain from the man's grip, casted a last glance at y/n.

y/n smiled at him sadly and waved. But she was quickly stopped by Janice who grabbed her hand to stop her from waving, Mattheo sent her a last small smile. "Stop that." Janice told her off.

With that, Mattheo was out the door with Mr Martin leading him. And now Janice was quickly in front of the girl and looking her over like she was a lunatic. "What in the world were you doing with that boy, y/n?"

"He just asked me about my book and showed me his comics." y/n said helplessly, not understanding why this was such a big deal or why Mr Martin was so angry at Mattheo.

"I do not want you to speak with him ever again if you see or meet him."

"Why, what has he done?"

"That boy is trouble," Janice moved to pick up her books to pay, then grabbing y/ns book and inspecting it before moving towards the counter.

"How's so?" y/n were not finished with her questioning as she followed towards the counter.

"He just is. Now, you ought to forget him."

And she did forget him. She forgot how he looked, how he sounded, how nice he was to her and most of all, she even forgot his name. But not willingly or what others would call the "natural" way.

Obliviate

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[prodbyblush]

BLUSH! I SAID I WILL REQUEST KATER SO HERE I AM!

Husband Dori fluff and him taking care of the kids? Please??? It's been so Long I have never requested things in here!

But if you are not willing to write this then it's okay I understand, thanks <3

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→ fem!reader

• dori likes to wake up his kids by giving them a hug first thing in the morning • it always warms his heart whenever he'd see his eldest taking care of their younger siblings like helping them reach the faucet inside the bathroom or combing their hair • and for doing on their morning tasks, he always gives them rewards! • rewards usually comes in eating ice cream for dessert, new toys, going to disneyland or universal studios or simply whatever their hearts desires! • despite his busy schedule in attending fashion weeks, posing for photoshoots, shooting drama scenes and attending interviews, dori always makes sure that he is involved in every achievement of his children • they won the spelling bee? they're celebrating at home! • ranked no.1 among the student body? they're celebrating it at home too! • has his wife and kids as his wallpaper and lock screen • since dori wants to make sure he is involved in every achievement of his children, he marks his calendar app on his phone in fear that he may or may not remember it • he doesn't scold his kids if they don't eat their vegetables. rather, he'd make up child like stories that if they don't eat it, the monster will take them away • you know how his ig stories are always of him with designer clothes or at lavish parties? yep, those kinds of photos will lessen as he will constantly share to the world what he does with his children • like teaching them how to ride a bike • or his wife and children are visiting him on set • or showing to his followers how he framed his youngest's drawing for him • honestly he's really so proud of whatever his children are achieving. believing in them that they'll become good and kind adults • if his children wish to follow his footsteps and enter the limelight, you best believe he'll put them with a good word in every producer, director and photographer he knows

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[plushii-gutz]

Yep, Fallen Stars is getting a Spooktacle special set one year later - cut into multiple parts, as tumblr began to lag as I wrote more. Also, this will have spoilers from the main story, so please keep that in mind!

If you find a typo, no you didn't. These were made solely for fun and aren't to be taken all too seriously

Leaves and wrappers crunched under the feet of two wandering monsters. The air surrounding them smelled of warm baked treats, their path lightened by the orange glow of candles and streetlights. They were surrounded by other monsterlings, each wearing a costume from their favorite shows, stories, and games. Joyful laughter flew through everyone's ears as buckets were filled with candies of every kind.

"I think we've been through every street," a young clamble spoke. A pumpkin-shaped bucket was clasped in their claw, filled with many candies they had gotten over the hours. "Should we call it a night?"

"We could," the other, a T-rox, answered. "But.. There's one last house we haven't gotten to yet!"

"Oh? Where is it?"

"Follow me, Sprout!"

Sprout fell behind, surprised at the sudden energy their friend had gained to run off so quickly. He ran without direction out into the night - and it seemed like the forest was his choice. Are there houses within the trees?

"Rocky, wait!" The clamble said with a pant, slowing with every step. "My mom told me not to go off the road! Where - where's the house?"

"Right up here!"

Soft grass turned to stone as the two finally came to a stop. Up a short hill, surrounded by darkened trees and fog, stood the old Plant Island castle. They were standing on the bubblerite path, clusters of mushrooms and grass sprouting from between its cracks, that led right up to the entrance. It wouldn't be too far of a walk now.

"What? We can't go there! It's off limits because some monsters kept trying to explore it and got hurt!"

"I heard someone died," Rocky whispered, a bit of morbid laughter coming after.

"Why.. would you want to go there?"

The t-rox began his walk, forcing Sprout to follow behind.

"I was told the reason everyone wanted to go in was because, one day a year, you can speak to Plant Islands old kings! Don't tell me you aren't at least a little curious."

"Not one bit."

"Well, you can stay behind and be a little crybaby!"

Sprout stopped in their tracks, watching their friend walk on. It was too dark to be alone, and Rocky was the only one who brought a flashlight.

"I'm not a crybaby," the clamble scoffed. Their costume was a burger - not a baby.

The door of the castle had been worn down over the decades, hardly anything more than a stone and wood slab with two round handles. Sprout raised a claw, giving it a quick knock.

"No ones home. Guess we have to leave!"

The moment the clamble's words escaped into the air, the door opened with a whistling breeze.

The inside seemed to be in a different time. A long hallway with a red, velvety rug lining its path, lit candles hanging from lanterns on either side, shadows overcoming the entire scene. The wallpaper seemed torn, withering away from years of neglect. Old, yet new.

"Ladies first," Rocky teased.

"No. You first," Sprout replied.

The bickering was minimal, and they agreed to go in together. The temperature felt as if it dropped the second they stepped in - not a good sign. The floors creaked with every step, their breathing becoming visible fog the deeper they went into the castle. Sprout froze.

"Sprout? Sprout! Move it, come on!"

Rocky nudged their friends arm, following their eyes to what stood before them in the shadows. A foggy white cluster of icy winds and clouds loomed above them, forming an uncanny face that vaguely resembled any monster that came to mind with jolts of lightning flashing within its shape that rattled with thunder. Its face slowly tilted down, looking through the two with empty, soulless eyes.

"Leave," its voice echoed.

Sprout and Rocky slammed into one another, falling onto their backs and dropping their collected candy before scrambling to their feet. They darted back out the front door of the castle, screaming for their parents, anyone.

The floating figure disintegrated, bits of ice laying flat on the ground and melting into shallow puddles. Attmoz fell from it as well, laughing up a storm. Glaishur poked his head out from his room, Galvana sitting on his shoulders.

"I'm guessin' they're gone?" Glaishur asked.

"Oh yeah," Attmoz wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. "They're gone!"

A new laugh filled the room, belonging to none other than the spooky monster himself: Punkleton! He clapped his hands, cheering on the scare they gave. He was quite proud of their creativity!

"As funny as that was," Furnoss came into view, "This is the one time I'm letting it happen. You know we can't be seen by any common monster."

"What about rares?" The air monster commented.

"Don't even start."

Galvana hopped from their spot, scooping up the bucket of treats. They dug around in it, trying to find something up to their expectations. The rest of the kids came along shortly after, starting to fight over who gets what. Attmoz broke them up, holding the bucket high above their grasps and keeping Plixie from swooping in.

"Alright, cool it! Look, Glaishur and I can divide these evenly for everyone, but'cha gotta be nice."

"It's not fair!" Torrt complained. "Why can't we have a Spooktacle? It looks fun!"

"Because it isn't safe, bud. You know that."

"I promise that we will.. celebrate in our own way," Furnoss assured. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Punkleton said with shock. "Maybe! Hah! There's no 'maybe' here! Spooktacle is all about costumes and masks - it's perfect for you guys! You know what? Stay right here! I know just the guy to call!"

"Call? Call who?"

Punkleton didn't respond, leaving out the front door to get better cell service. Furnoss followed in an attempt to get an answer, but he was met with nothing. Attmoz trailed behind, which in turn brought along Glaishur and Galvana. Soon enough, the celestials poured out into the night. They could see the distant lights and hear the muffled laughter, all tucked away in the town hidden from their view.

It wasn't long after Punkleton's call that a new face arrived, stumbling with every step and seemingly disoriented. They appeared to be about the same height as an entbrat, covered in gray fur, and two curled, black and gold horns being their most prominent features. They carried multiple bags and buckets in a rush to provide whatever is needed to whoever was called.

"Tawkerr! Going as a mummy again this year?"

"I got toilet papered."

"Oh. Hah! Anyway, did ya get the goods?"

Tawkerr dropped the armful of supplies, finally able to get a better view of who exactly he was helping. The young celestials stepped back, intimidated by the new arrival.

"Wh- Punkleton, is that?-"

"Costumes galore!" They interrupted, digging through the many accessories. "We ought to have something for everyone! C'mere ya rascals, pick something out!"

Attmoz and Glaishur encouraged the others to look through the options, Syncopite and Furnoss keeping an eye on the werdo. Punkleton went on to explain who Tawkerr was - a friend. The name 'Parlsona' came up frequently, though it seems she's off busy tending to a Spooktacle party. There were only four known werdos, though they strongly believed that there had to be more somewhere. Their lifespans weren't longer than an average monster - they were well aware of such. They wanted to find more of their kind someday.

"Are you.. Furnoss?" Tawkerr would ask.

"As strange as it is, yes. I was hoping we could keep a low profile," He glanced over to Punkleton, "But maybe it's for the better we ease our way into the world. We can't stay hidden forever."

"It - it's a honor to.. - uh, your majesty?"

Furnoss was humored but assured the gray monster that he was alright with being referred to by name. The other still felt uneasy in the presence of someone with such high powers, and it was hard to believe that all of the lost celestials were simply on Plant Island. Especially right in front of him. Syncopite gave a brief explanation, as it seems they're always required to do such.

The kids tossed aside jackets, headbands, shirts, and shoes of many kinds. The materials felt rather cheap, a few even ripping at light touch. Attmoz took out a ragged black and red collared cape, draping it over himself and clipping it shut near his neck. He did a few twists and turns, showing off the fluid movements. He added on a simple white shirt and black waistcoat, something he probably should have put on first.

"Vampire, eh?" The skeletal monster laughed. "Here, you're gonna want some of these!"

Punkleton took out another bag, this one containing sharp, plastic teeth. They came in many different sizes to appeal to the abundance of monster species, though some pairs could work for either. Attmoz took one for his own, clamping onto it and showing off his new fangs. He was given a plastic mask, having pale white skin, pointed ears, and a stupidly goofy smile. As much as Attmoz didn't like it, he knew it would be for the better. For now.

Glaishur dug around, helping the others pick before he did. Hornacle wanted to go as an astronaut, the suit and helmet perfectly hiding their identity, yet still being recognizable and creative. Galvana zipped themselves up in a Woolabee onsie, which initially seemed cute before they revealed to have also taken a pair of the jagged plastic fangs. Weird, but alright.

Plixie chose to go as a robot, though it restricted their ability to fly. At least it lit up! Vhamp chose the cowboy option, the hat casting a shadow over their face to keep them hidden. Torrt put on a simple smunkin costume with the stem as a hat, able to retract inside to appear solely as the festive food. He found it rather silly - exactly as they wanted! Blasoom suited themselves up with a shimmery green hood, a jeweled mask with a long pointed beak, and a dress that dragged behind with layers of blue, green, and black patterns. A peacock! Scaratar took a while to finalize her decision, but she settled on a dark queen. A black and purple gown, bejeweled silver crown, feathered mask to hide her face - she loved it! Almost matched Blasoom, too!

Glaishur was last. He was still unsure as to what he wanted to go as, pushing aside pieces of different costumes and taking suggestions. He came across a blue flannel, the sleeves covered in false rips to expose dusty gray furred arms. He found the matching headband and ripped jeans - oh hell yeah.

"Hey Synco, how about you?" Attmoz asked.

"I'm not going out."

"Oh, come on, it's our first Spooktacle. You have to at least dress up!"

Syncopite tapped their foot, leaving for the castle. He came out seconds later, a pillowcase covering their head.

"Huh?"

"I'm going as a pillow."

"That doesn't count."

"A marshmallow, then. Try not to catch me on fire."

"Can't argue with that."

Glaishur made himself present, dressed fully in a costume similar to an epic drumpler - a werewolf. It came with matching slippers, which admittedly were very uncomfortable, but he'd make it work. Syncopite snorted, holding back a bit of laughter before it was knocked out of him by Scaratar. Rude.

"Looking good, Glaish!" Attmoz praised. "Did it come with something to cover your head? Other than the ears."

"Oh - uh, maybe?"

The cold monster turned back around, digging around once more before coming across a latex mask. It was torn, bits of paint either smudged or missing around the teeth, giving it an unsettling look that likely wasn't the intended design. He put it on, mumbling at the uncomfortable feeling.

"It smells like fish."

"Ah, it's just like hanging out with Hornacle."

Hornacle snapped their claw at Attmoz's tail, narrowly missing him.

"Hey Smokey, are you dressing up?"

"It.. depends. I mean, if the rest are, I don't see why not."

There wasn't much left to choose from, even less so in sizes larger than a small. Perhaps a Sox? No - too similar to Glaishur. A firefighter? Too ironic. Furnoss picked out a long, deep blue cape with yellow stars and a matching hat with a fake gray beard. It was dusty and a little worn. It fits, at least.

"I'm sorry for the.. lack of sizes," Tawkerr apologized. "Punkleton said it was someone's first Spooktacle."

"I wasn't wrong, now, was I?"

"No, but.. I thought you meant, like, little kids."

"It's fine," the fire monster assured. "I think it looks nice, actually."

"Alright," Punkleton took back the spotlight, "Let's see.. everyone's got a costume, right? Now, all ya need are buckets or bags - to hold the treats in! Have any on ya, Tawks?"

"Uh.. Good question."

"I brought some!"

Tawkerr recognized the voice immediately. The celestials made sure their faces were covered, another new monster coming into their front yard. She was slightly taller than Tawkerr, sporting a pale blonde pelt and shorter pointed horns. Feathers grew a little ways past her elbows and coated her arms, pink and blue sprinkled among them and matching her dyed hair and polished hooves. If the horns weren't enough of a hint, her similar build defined herself as a werdo, and the other seemed glad for her arrival.

"Parlsona! You made it!"

"Sorry I'm late!" She yelled, coming to a stop. "The monsterlings just kept coming! I left Maggpi and Stoowarb in charge! Not my smartest moment, but you forgot a couple of things back at the house. Oh! Hello there!"

Parlsona kneeled to the others' level, complimenting their costumes and wishing them an amazing Spooktacle. They're adorable! She wondered their names or what species they were, but they seemed bashful. Probably best to let them open up on their own. She offered the many monsterlings a fabric bag, each having a unique and spooky design printed on in neon colors. The gift was well received!

"Why did we meet up at the old castle?" She asked. "You know it isn't safe to be in! especially during Spooktacle - the kids go crazy over it!"

"Doesn't matter. Let's get on with this!" Punkleton cheered.

Tawkerr and Parlsona gave their goodbyes and wished the group a happy Spooktacle. Their job was far from done, and the continuous calls from Maggpi and Stoowarb reminded them!

With anxious excitement, the celestials began their walk down to the nearby town for their first ever Spooktacle. What would come of the night? Only one way to find out!

#fallen stars msm #my singing monsters #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fanfiction #msm oc #Spooktacle >:] #writing this while NBC plays in the background

[pony-central]

The Masseuse

Written in the first person

I arrived at Parodies Town, hoping for someone to give me a tour of the place. The birds are chirping, the sky is blue. The smell of baked goods enters the air, crisp and delicious cookies. I suddenly heard the sounds of someone singing a song called Stomach Flu. I then see Sick Boyfriend from the vs SpongeBob Parodies mod. He greeted me with a warm smile and a wave, saying "Hi there!". I took one good look at him with a confused look on my face.

Sick Boyfriend walked up to me, as I was confused and bewildered by his appearance.

He appeared to be a slightly tanned boy with messy dark blue hair. He possessed a red and blue cap that had a hole in it, showing some loose hairs, a mauve shirt with a drawing of the male reproductive organ. He also wore grey pants, red shoes and carried a busted microphone, with wires poking out of it, and a small bloodstain. I shook on the spot, scared of what he was about to do.

To my surprise, he hugged me.

"Hi. I'm Sick Boyfriend. Nice to meet you. What's your name, Miss?" he said, with his arms behind his back. As I introduced myself, Sick Boyfriend smiled.

"Kayleigh. That's a nice name. You must be new here. It's nice to have newbies around here," Sick BF said. He told me all about himself, how his previous love interest betrayed him, and what he likes eating.

"So, uh... What do you wanna do?" Sick Boyfriend asked me. I didn't know what to do. It was my first time exploring a village I had never been to before. Sick Boyfriend just laughed it off, as he said "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

"Sorry. I'm just nervous. It's my first time in a place I've never been to before. I don't even know any of the villagers yet!" I said, becoming worried that nobody would take me seriously. Sick Boyfriend felt bad for me. But, fortunately for me, he had one idea up his short sleeves.

"Say, how about we go to my place so I can give you a little gift." he said, smiling at me. I smiled back, and I said "Sure."

Sick BF smiled as he held my hoof, and we both headed to his place. He was living in a small apartment for a bit until he could afford to buy a house. We entered the apartment. It was a bit small, but I had to make do with what I had. Some of the wallpaper was already peeling off, but Sick Boyfriend didn't care.

"Sit down on the floor, please. Your gift is coming," Sick Boyfriend said. I did as I was told. Surprisingly, the carpet was soft. I felt the fluffy carpet trim. Sick Boyfriend took his shoes off and put them on the plank of wood that was in the corner of the room. He explained that he ate his food on that wooden plank, as he was too lazy to use the table.

"Ready for your surprise?" he said. I nodded my head. Sick Boyfriend smiled as he walked behind me, and knelt down. I said to him, "So, am I getting the surprise, or -" Then I was interrupted by Sick Boyfriend's hands resting on my shoulders. I gasped.

Sick Boyfriend moved his fingers up and down my shoulders. He was soothing my skin, and he smiled. If I could tell he was smiling at least. It felt good. Like, REALLY good.

"A - ahh. Oh, my. What are you doing? Ahh." I said, as Sick Boyfriend said this: "Giving you your 'Welcome to Town' gift. You like it?" I felt relaxed. My shoulders had been aching before, so to get THIS as a gift, was surprisingly good.

"Mmmph! Y - yeah. Oh, my goodness. You do this often? AHH!" I said, moaning in relaxation. Sick Boyfriend smiled, seeing that I was enjoying myself.

"Yep. This is what I do for a living, since I was known in Year 11 for giving people relaxing massages. I'm happy that you love the gift, Kayleigh." He continued moving his fingers up and down my shoulders, as he suddenly kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised that he did that.

"Mmm, ahh. Oh, yeah. R - Right there - Ahh!" I said, making blissful sounds. Sick Boyfriend kept massaging me for about 25 minutes. After the massage was done, he let go of my shoulders. I was relaxed.

"You wanna live in Parodies Town now, don't you?" Sick Boyfriend said. I looked at him and smiled, nodding my head "Yes". Sick Boyfriend was excited to hear that. He hugged me. I hugged him back. This was the start of a new friendship.

#story writing #first person pov #fnfspongebobparodies #friday night funkin #PonyCentral #sick boyfriend

[psychxpxthic]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

what’s your phone wallpaper: A drawing I made of my evil mad scientist oc Cornelius (Dr.)Crawford

last song you listened to: Icehouse- Electric Blue

currently reading: Other people's RP replies / past RPs ? I do not read books. But I should⸺ Kinda wanna check out ' the only good Indians ' By Stephen Grahm Jones as I heard it was supposed to be a good horror // thriller book.

last movie: I don't really watch movies, tv shows, etc... I genuinely cannot remember. I THINK it was Wendell & Wild, whenever that first came out.

craving: BOLOGNESE

what are you wearing right now: boxer briefs. yep. thats it HWUWHAHAAH

how tall are you?: 5'1" // 5'2" ? ONE of the two

piercings / tattoos ?: NOPE but I would like to get some tattoos, want some tattoo sleeves that reflects things I like. I enjoy the oldies, so I'd like a tattoo on my arm that is in color and as it goes up becomes grayscale. I also would like to have a super realistic tattoo of my skin looking torn open with mechanics underneath it. A man can dream-

glasses? contacts?: neither.

last thing you ate?: Mango slices for a snack

favorite color(s): blue, gold, turquoise, black, silver. Some reds

current obsession: Writing and drawing; its all I really do.

any pets: I have a tort cat named Smudge, she's the apple of my eye and I also have a boa constrictor ( more specifically a jungle / black eye boa morph ) named Ezra. He's actually going through one of his sheds as we speak so I'm excited for that.

do you have a crush right now?: nope

favorite fictional character: Can't think of any at the moment. Lets just say Wario- he has his priorities set. MONEY, money, more money. I LIKE MONEY TOO⸺ look at that! WHUAAHAHAHA

last place you traveled: Florida to visit grandparents, was very nice ______________________________________________________________ Tagged by. @fyndid Tagging. YOU, YES YOU RIGHT THERE! I TAG YOU

#;;𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋; ooc #;; 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 #Speaking of-- I wish I DIDNT WORK TOMORROW cause I wanna DRAW #I didnt get to draw for two or three days now and its killing me #but least I wrote so not all is lost

[magicalrobodokiofficial]

Not just a fan, a Fanatic!

thanks to @weaponsdrawn for motivating me to complete this cool drawing!

Basically my self insert, an intern at the company who just joined, really wants to be part of the Robodoki team. Eventually she realizes she isn't the main character and self loathes that she isn’t fit to be chosen as a magical girl. Diana and Glitch promise her that she can become one if they get the Robodoki team to their base.

Her power is throwing ace playing cards at people, mainly to steal their powers, but also as combat shirukens and shields. The powers she can steal range from general dark magic, like what Redacted has, to Robodoki abilities and even skills that other people have (such as Helen's ability to think of evacutation plans).

The power copy isn’t perfect, especially with the inevitable nerfing of some op powers. Also, the more powers she takes, the weaker each individual power becomes.

Eventually, my self insert snaps outta it by being told she’s the magical girl bad guy and she’s hurting her idols, like it or not.

Miraging Mini-Fic Under the Cut!

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Abby couldn't help but shed a few tears as worries began to cloud her mind. Her sandwhich was left uneaten, her chips untouched, and her feelings were undoubtably conflicted, to say the least.

She had rushed in to try to calm down some dumb Cookie mirage, and Aian- er- Robodoki told her to butt out of it. To not risk her life to become a magical girl like a lot of interns apparently did, because all the slots were taken. And while she did understand why she said that, deep down, that didn't mean it shouldn't have caused SOME feelings of inadequecy, right?

"...She might as well had told me to stay in my place." She sighed as she glanced at her wallpaper, which sure enough had all 5 Robodoki members alongside her, posing for a picture. "And I'd admit...I was stupid for doing that. But...I dunno...isn't that what MADE them a magical girl in the first place? Rushing into danger and attempting to help? Can't I just..."

Her voice trailed off. A black card was inexplicably wedged in her sandwhich. Even more inexpeciably, she picked it up, and a vision of her being a bonafide ace-slash-magician themed magical girl played on its animated surface.

She lit up. Glitch took notice.

Ah, I see you wanna be a magical girl! Very fucking cool goal, if I do say so myself, even if all the magical girls were already chosen before you arrived. His bratty teenage voice echoed through Abby's head. Good thing we have a way to fix that! Make you the strongest magical girl of them all!

Yeah!!!! A mature sounding voice, Mirai, piped in with more excitement than she usually had. She was trying to sell Abby by riling her up. Letting her excitement overcome her logic. You look like the kind of girl who loves Kirby, right? So we gave the ability to steal powers using Ace cards, which you can ALSO use for combat in any way your imagination desires! And of course, we've developed a maho shoujo outfit that'll trump even Doki's frills! AND all we ask in return is to knock the Robodoki gang out of the picture and into our base! She laughed.

"...Really? This isn't me being punk'd?"

Yep, we're willing to do ALL THAT in order to help a fellow dreamer out. That's what we do in MiraiCo.

Hell yeah! So whatdaya say?

Abby lit up in excitement. "If you're waiting me to say I'm fucking sold, well, I'M FUCKING SOLD! THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING AW-"

Her words were interrupted by being engulfed in a static-covered beam of magic. The beam then proceeded to encase her in a shattered glass crystal cluster, with the inside filling with the same static she was hit with. Said smoke encased Abby's silhouette as the background turned to vantablack.

Now channel your hatred! One arm broke out of the crystals.

Become what you're destined! The other arm broke free.

Fanatic... The crystal fully and dramatically shattered, revealing her new form.

...Our selfish MEGAmirage!!!

#doki art #doki self insert #magical robodoki #robodoki #megamirage #magician #magical girl monster of the week #monster of the week #magical girl #stage magician

[atinydise]

A mini me

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: Yunho.

❦ Word count: 1K.

❦ Requested: Yep! Thank you 🦋

You woke up once again when you heard the thunder outside. You are not really scared of it, but not very comfortable either. As usual, you turned around so you could hug your fiancé and find some sleep again. But an empty space embraced you instead. “Yunho?” You called him quietly. You sat on the bed and tried to discern any light from the bathroom. Nothing. Since your little girl was born, you needed to be sure that everyone was okay and all the time. Not only your little Sasha but Yunho and your dog as well. You got out of the bed and stepped quietly into the next room, Sasha’s one. Before you could enter, you stopped at the door frame and stared at the scene in front of you. Thanks to the weak orange light, you saw your daughter well awake, with an empty baby bottle, and a ton of plushies next to her. Your fiancé was with her in the crib, visibly in an uncomfortable position because of his tall legs, but he seemed to not care at all. You laid down against the door frame, smiling at this meaningful moment. “Only 6 months and look how strong you are, my angel.” He tickled her neck, making her giggle cutely. “Are you going to be strong as your daddy or a scared baby as your mommy?” He smiled, amazed by anything this little human does. You raised a brow, for sure you wouldn’t let him go with this. For a short moment, you could only hear babbling from Sasha, while Yunho was looking at her in awe. You saw in his eyes how much love he has for her. He has the same light when he looks at you or when he was looking at your belly when you were pregnant. 9 months was for sure, long, but it was worth it. You were remembering your pregnant moment when a sniffling made you focus back on the scene.

“Ah damn…” laughed Yunho awkwardly, wiping his eyes. You almost interrupted their moment when you saw him crying. “You make daddy cry, my angel.” He smiled. Sasha seemed to understand because her head tilted to the right, wondering if adults could make these mini bubbles of water too. “Why are you looking at me like this?” He laughed. “Do you think I cry like you because I’m hungry?” He was definitely talking alone, no way she could understand what he was saying at this age. “I’m just crying with happiness.” He admitted. “You know. My mom, so your grandmother, told me that I would feel different when I will become a dad. She was right. Like always.” He paused. “But don’t tell her I said this.” This man is unbelievable, you thought. “But I have this indescribable love for you. It’s so strong, that it hurts!” Intentionally or not, Sasha kicked her father’s chin. “Yeah, it hurts like this kinda.” He rubbed his chin. You were doing your best to not laugh at them. “But I can handle everything from you.” He kissed her chubby cheeks. Your daughter was loving this private moment with her dad. You were wondering if it was the first time Yunho was sneaking at night to spend the night with her. You were jealous in a way. “Let’s give an easy life to your mom, okay?” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear it. Your heart clenched in your chest. “She gave us 2 wonderful gifts.” He started. “She gave your life and she gave me to the most, wonderful, beautiful, and kind little girl ever.” His voice cracked. It would be a lie if you say that you were not at the edge of crying. “Let’s be nice and treat her with love. Okay?” Sasha let out a scream of excitement, shaking her little arms on the bed. “Shhh.” He giggled. “Mom is sleeping.” If he knew, you thought. Yunho stared at his watch around his wrist. “3 AM?! You should be sleeping already, young lady!” Sasha tilted her head again. “Yes sleeping. When you close your eyes and ‘rompish rompish’.” He imitated her cute snoring. “Dad sleeps soooo much too. You are clearly a mini-me.” Oh yeah, the amount of time you saw them sleeping on the couch, mouth open. Even your wallpaper is Sasha laying on her father's chest, both of them in the same position. You were surprised when Yunho started to sing “One Day At Time” to her. Sasha seemed to like it because you were staring at her dad with her big and cute eyes. Well before the 2nd chorus, she blinked a few times. That’s the sign that she’s falling asleep. Yunho lowed his tone, not trying to ruin his effort. He was rubbing her belly, making a double effect on her. When her little shivering confirmed that she was asleep, he remained quiet. You waited a minute before disturbing their little moment. Quietly, you walked next to the crib. Your fiancé was possibly thinking about sleeping here the entire night because he was falling asleep as well. “Babe.” You called him. His first instinct was to put his arm around Sasha, without touching her just in case it would ruin her sleep. “You scared me.” “Come on, that’s our baby. Not only yours.” You smiled, rubbing her tiny cheek. “Isn’t she the cutest?” He admired Sasha once again. “She’s perfect.” You replied. “You can’t even understand how grateful I am to have both of you in my life… I feel like I’m going to explode with happiness.” He grabbed your hand. “Really? Even if I’m a scared baby?” He raised a brow. “Since when were you here?” “Enough longer to hear this.” You pinched his palm. “Oops.” In a serious tone, you asked. “You are not going to sleep? I mean in our bed.” “I should huh?” “Yeah. Especially for your legs. You are too tall for that.” “I know. But I just can’t help it. I don’t want to miss any seconds away from her.” He stared at Sasha, lovely and emotionally at the same time. “Can you imagine that she won’t be in this crib for that long?” You nodded. “In a few years, she will get her mini bed. Then a bigger one. Then a larger and bigger one. And finally, one in her own house.” He sighed. “Yunho,” you giggled. “You are being so dramatic. Let her grow first then after you can worry. But right now, she’s still a baby and she would need her daddy for a long time.” “You right.” “Then go sleep in our comfy bed now.” Yunho sighed and tried to exit the crib quietly, without shaking it too much. When he walked next to you, he stopped. “You are not coming?” “I said you need to go, not me.” You smiled before taking his place in the crib. “Hey!” You smirked to your fiancé, “you leave it, you lose it.”

#ateez #ateez yunho #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez reader insert #ateez requests #ateez jeong yunho #ateez kpop

[mysteryshoptls]

R Ortho Shroud Scary Dress Personal Story

"I'll fully charge myself."

[The Other Dimension – Sparkling Chamber]

Ortho: Kalim Al-Asim-san, Happy Halloween!

Kalim: Oh, Ortho. Happy Halloween!

Kalim: Are you enjoying the party?

Ortho: Yeah, I am! It's fun to dance along with the music, and…

Ortho: It's also nice that the mirrored ball on the ceiling lights up the room every time it turns. Just watching it makes me happy!

Ortho: It really is true that mirrored balls and illuminations have a psychological effect that can lift people's moods, I see.

Kalim: A psychological effect that can lift people's moods…?

Ortho: To put it simply, the sparkling lights make people thrilled and excited.

Kalim: Got it. …Does that mean that if there's a mirrored ball, a normal party can become even more lively?

Ortho: That's highly probable.

Kalim: Awesome! Then I guess I'll have to add a super bright mirrored ball to the Scarabia lounge!

Ortho: Eehh? I think the interior of Scarabia is already flashy enough without a mirrored ball though…

Kalim: Of course, I do like the current lounge as is. But if it's always the same, the dorm students will get bored, don't you think?

Kalim: Ooh. Better idea, I should redecorate the whole lounge to match the mirrored ball!

Ortho: Eh, change the whole room? That's an audacious idea! What kind of ideas do you have to change it up?

Kalim: First, for the wall! What about covering it with a full-length mirror that can reflect the light beautifully?

Ortho: If you're hoping for light refraction or diffusion, then from the point of view of physical optics, I recommend setting up glass cubes instead of a mirror.

Kalim: Oooh～! You really know your stuff, Ortho. Alright, then let's make a wall out of glass cubes! Next isー

Jamil: Kalim, I've brought your food. I've already taste-tested it… What's going on? You seem to be pretty excited.

Ortho: Kalim Al-Asim-san says he's going to install a mirrored ball in the lounge of the Scarabia dorm and completely redecorate it.

Jamil: What!? How did this conversation even start!?

Kalim: We'll stack glass cubes all up against the walls, and cover the sofa and cushions completely in sequins!

Kalim: With this, the lounge will definitely be an sparkling and exciting place that'll be sure to make the parties super lively!

Jamil: Hey wait, calm down! Are you even thinking about how much time and money such a large-scale remodel like this will cost!?

Kalim: Yeah, that's true.

Kalim: Okay, we should make haste, then! Jamil, I need you to contact some vendors first thing tomorrow morning! I want to get this completed as soon as possible!

Ortho: Fufufu! Kalim-san is a pretty interesting person. But…

Ortho: Even without resorting to a large-scale remodeling project like that, if you just invite me over, then I can help you do what you want, Kalim-san.

Kalim/Jamil: Eh?

Jamil: Are you serious, Ortho!?

Ortho: Yep. I don't need such old-fashioned set-ups like a wall of glass cubes or sequined fabrics.

Ortho: That's because my brother installed many of the world's most advanced technological features in me!

Ortho: First, let's start with the illumination devices for the colorful lights…

Ortho: I can use LEDs and beams of light to illuminate the room in nine different colors.

Kalim: Nine colors! There's no doubt at all, that'll be so colorful and everyone'll be so hyped!

Jamil: That's amazing, Ortho! Please tell us more. I'm sure because it's you, you've got other great features, right?

Ortho: Of course! I can also use projection mapping to cast things onto the wall or ceiling.

Ortho: If you use this feature, you can not only change the wallpaper and fabric colors, but the whole landscape of the room.

Ortho: You can experience extraordinary locations like outer space and under the sea with the touch of a button. Isn't that amazing?

Kalim: Yeah, that's amazing, Ortho! I'm excited just hearing about it.

Ortho: I have many more features that'll be entertaining for everyone. Like…

[activates smoke]

Kalim: Wah, what's all this smoke!?

Ortho: I activated "Smoke Mode." This can cover about a large floor of 200 square meters. In addition I have…

[activates snow]

Jamil: Ohhh, is this snow? Pretty dramatic.

Ortho: "Weather Mode" can reproduce all kinds of weather indoors, from light rain to snowstorms.

Ortho: And finally… how about something like this?

[activates flower petals]

Kalim: Ah! This time it's flower petals… And there's some kind of nice aroma too. It feels like I'm in the middle of a flower field…

Ortho: This is "4-D Mode." You can give your audience a sense of immersion and a realism by not only appealing to sound and sights but also to their sense of smell.

Jamil: Each and every one of those are amazing functions! For one person to be able to do so many wonderful effects… I'm impressed!

Kalim: Wow! It's so rare to see Jamil this excited about something!

Kalim: Ortho, you're really great at getting people hyped up!

Kalim: If you were a Scarabia student, I'd appoint you Party Ambassador!

Ortho: Eh, me?

Kalim: Cause we've been so engrossed more with you than with the mirrored ball since we started talking!

Kalim: I bet we could hold a bright and exciting party without any remodeling if you were there!

Kalim: Hey, Ortho. Do you want to join us at our dorm for our next party? I want to be able to show the other dorm students your amazing techniques!

Ortho: Wah! You're going to invite me to one of your parties? I'm so happy! I'll fully charge myself before I come so that I don't run out of batteries during it.

Kalim: Then it's decided! Then, we have to also prepare something that Ortho can enjoy too, Jamil!

Jamil: Yeah. Definitely, since Ortho is our savior who was able to navigate Kalim's unreasonable… I mean, since he is an important guest to our dorm.

Jamil: The whole dorm will work to fully entertain him.

Ortho: Eheheh. I'm so glad that you all were pleased with the features that I had installed for Halloween.

Ortho: All right, once this party is over, I'll immediately get the preparations started!

Ortho: I'll try to think if there's any kind of idea that'll surprise everyone more than today did.

Ortho: I'm going to throw such a glitzy party that no one has ever seen before. Please look forward to it, you two!

Kalim/Jamil: Yeah! / Yeah.

Requested by @girl-in-the-tower.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ortho shroud #kalim al-asim #jamil viper #twst ortho #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst translation #twst halloween event #endless halloween night #mention: idia

[wonderlandleighleigh]

prompt suggestion: events we haven’t seen in 4.06 between midge finding lenny and him coming to in the morning? 💖

Someone is saying his name. 

"Lenny? Lenny."

A cool hand settles on his neck, checking for a pulse and he squeezes his eyes shut hard before opening them. 

Midge is here, on this random sidewalk. 

He smiles. There are millions of things he could say. That she's pretty. That her hand feels nice. He settles on a baser instinct. 

"Nice tits."

Her reply is sardonic. "Gee, thanks. You think you maybe had a little too much to drink?"

He's maybe had more than whiskey tonight. He maybe took something stronger and then the whiskey happened, and then he decided on a walk and then the sidewalk became his best friend. 

He means to say something witty here. Something cool, you know? Something that will really impress this beautiful woman that he’s totally fucking in love with and will never admit it to anyone. 

He just giggles. 

"Yep. Okay, Mister." 

Suddenly, thin arms are hauling him up, and he's standing. Swaying on his feet but standing. And suddenly he's walking, with Midge’s arm wrapped around him, and suddenly he's stumbling into a cab. 

"Hey, that's Lenny Bruce!" A distant voice says.

"Yes it is. He's had a little accident, but we’re gonna fix him up. Lenny, can you tell me where you're staying?"

He looks at Midge, and he sees two of her. 

"Okay," Midge says gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Same destination as before, please." 

He doesn't know how long the cab ride is. The only thing keeping him grounded in reality is that hand on his shoulder. Otherwise he's…

Well. Fucked. 

The cab stops and Midge is hauling him out and helping him stumble into an unfamiliar apartment building. He waves to the doorman, and has to hold onto Midge for dear life in the elevator or else the black hole under his feet will swallow him fucking whole. 

There are keys in locks and then suddenly there's wallpaper, and then a couch. 

"Lenny."

He doesn't feel so good. 

"Lenny, can you drink some water for me?"

He doesn't know where the glass of water came from, but Midge is holding it. Behind her, a tired-looking couple stand in the doorway, looking concerned. 

Midge sighs and turns to them. "Can you please tuck the kids into my bed? He can sleep this off in their room."

"What if he needs a doctor?" The woman asks. "Miriam, he looks ill. Are you certain it's just alcohol?" 

"I'll keep an eye on him," she says. 

There's movement then, and dizziness.

"How the fuck," he slurs out. "Are you so fuckin strong?" 

"I'm a mother," she reminds him. "My day job includes hauling kids around on my hip."

He's unceremoniously shoved onto something soft that bounces under him and he thinks it's a bed. He thinks. His shoes are suddenly gone. His coat, jacket and tie. Breathing suddenly becomes easier when a few shirt buttons are undone. 

"Midge."

The dizziness is here to stay. He feels his whole heart in his throat, and it causes a rush of panic. When she sits next to him, he throws an arm over her lap, and squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face against her thigh. 

"Midge I think I fucked up." 

That cool hand is back, this time stroking his hair. "You're gonna be okay."

"I'm gonna die," he blurts out. "I'm gonna die like this."

"Not on my watch," she promises. "And not tonight."

"I should go," he says, but doesn't move. Can't move. His whole body is thrumming in the most unsettling way. 

"Lenny. Look at me."

It takes him a moment, but he manages to open his eyes, doing his best to focus in on her beautiful face. She looks tired, but her blue eyes look at him so softly he wants to jump out a window. 

"You're safe," she tells him. "And it's going to be okay. We're just gonna ride this out, and in the morning, there'll be coffee, and bagels." 

He tries to respond that that sounds nice. That he's grateful. That she shouldn't have to do this. 

But his vision grays out at the edges, and he knows he can't stay conscious anymore. 

"Oh, Lenny," is the last thing he hears.

#fic #au #tmmm #missing scene #Midge Maisel #Lenny Bruce #drug abuse tw

[five-rivers]

Fic prompt for Valerie getting ghost-adopted. She has no idea what's going on.

This was beginning to become disturbing.  And Valerie had a pretty high bar for what she considered ‘disturbing.’

Ghosts were not supposed to act this... friendly... with hunters.  Even Phantom didn’t act like this, no matter how much he insisted he and the hunters were on the same side.  

This ghost also didn’t extend the behavior it displayed with Valerie to anyone else, ghost or human.  Which was.  Creepy.  

Getting gear from a human benefactor like Mr. Masters was one thing.  Getting... stuff from a ghost was something else entirely.  Having a ghost swoop in to ‘save’ her, one that wasn’t a pathological liar like Phantom was...  At least Phantom had a motive.  

She didn’t like it.  At all.  She especially didn’t like how the ghost kept complimenting her.  Kept showing up no matter how many times she beat it up.  

Claimed that it had made her new suit.  The one bonded to her body.  The one that whispered static to her mind.  

She didn’t have a lot of places to turn to, when it came to ghost-related issues.  Her Dad knew about the hunting, now, but he didn’t know about ghosts.  Her first choice for info and aid would be Mr. Masters, but he was out of town, and she didn’t exactly have his phone number.  

That left the Fentons.  

.

“Perhaps it’s trying to possess you,” said Mrs. Fenton, taping electrodes to Valerie’s arm.  “Can you try summoning your suit again?”

Valerie sighed, fixing her gaze on the Fenton’s stained kitchen wallpaper, but complied.  She knew that telling the resident mad scientists about the weird ghost tech integrated into her body would result in some poking and prodding, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Wow, Mads!” exclaimed Jack.  “Get a look at these readings!”

“Oh, my,” said Maddie, leaning around Jack’s bulk to get a look at the readout screen.  “That is interesting.”

Valerie’s phone buzzed, her alarm going off.  “I have to go,” she said.  “If you figure out what the ghost wants, you have my number, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Maddie.  “Although, I still stand by my first thought.  Ghosts like to make you doubt yourself, to make you afraid, or uneasy.  That’s what they feed on, and I doubt this one is intelligent enough to diverge from seeking that, even if it is going about it in a relatively novel way.”

“Right,” said Valerie, dubiously.  She agreed that ghosts were evil, but mindless?  Not a chance.  

She didn’t know what she’d expected to accomplish, here.  

“Thanks for your help,” she said.  

As soon as she got out the front door, she let herself sigh again.  Hopefully, Mr. Masters would be back soon, and she’d be able to get some real help.  

“Hey.”

Valerie jumped, just barely keeping herself from summoning her suit in the middle of the street. 

“God, Danny, you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry,” said Danny, completely unrepentant.  “Ghost stalker, huh?  You know, my parents are not the people you want to go to for that.”

“I thought they were the experts,” said Valerie, rolling her eyes and starting to walk home.  

“They are,” said Danny, keeping up with her easily.  

(He was cute when he was earnest.)

“They are,” he repeated, “but they’re experts in ghost technology.  And ghost physics.  And ghost biology.  Stuff like that.  Which is good for your suit and all,” he paused to jump up on the side of a planter and use it as a balance beam, “but not so much for the problem you asked about, which is more of a ghost culture thing.”

“Which you know about.”

“I do!” protested Danny.  “Just because Mom and Dad don’t bother to actually talk to ghosts, that doesn’t mean that Jazz and I are like that.”

Valerie stopped.  “Are you telling me you know why this ghost is following me?”

“If the ghost in question is Technus,” said Danny, “then, yes.  Yes I do.”

“And are you going to share that with me any time soon?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “Just, keep an open mind, okay?”

“Danny, I swear, if you go on one of Sam’s ‘poor misunderstood creatures’ rants, I’m going to yeet you all the way back to your house.  I’m stressed.  I don’t want to deal with this.”

“Technus is trying to adopt you.”

Slowly, Valerie inserted her pinky into her ear and rotated it, trying to clear out the wax that had clearly built up without her knowing.  

“No, really,” said Danny, his tone that of barely suppressed glee.  “It’s a thing adult ghosts do with ghosts that are kids, because usually there aren’t too many kid ghosts.  I guess with your suit you’re ghostly enough to count.”

Valerie suppressed a shiver at being called ghostly at all.  “How do you even know that?”

“I talk to ghosts about things.”

“About adoption practices.”

Danny shrugged.  “It came up.”

“Great.  How do I make ‘Technus’ stop?”

“No idea.  Nothing I’ve done seems to work.  But who knows?  Maybe Technus is different.”

“Different from-?  Danny, what are you saying?”

“Well,” said Danny tucking his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky.  “You’ve seen our house and our lab.  If you’re ghostly because of a suit you’ve had for a few months, what do you think I’m like?”

“Do your parents know?”

“Nope.  I’d like to keep it that way, if it’s all the same to you.  And I can help you navigate Technus.  If you want.”

Valerie scowled.  “You think this is funny.”

“Of course I do!  I think it’s great that someone else has to deal with this.  It’s not dangerous, though.  You can literally just humor him.  Might get him to stop attacking so often, even.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” said Danny.  

Valerie pinched the bridge of her nose.  “Ghosts have done this to you, too?” she asked, because she needed to know for sure.

“Yep.  So, do you want help or no?”

Valerie hesitated.  “This doesn’t mean we’re dating again.”

Danny frowned.  “Why would it?”

“No reason.  Tell me what you know.”

#ask #answer #danny phantom

[writingtoforgetreality]

You’re A Winchester? - Part Two (Castiel x Winchester!Reader)

[Supernatural-Masterlist]

Part One

Summary: The case in Wisconsin got complicated. In more ways than one. Cas was not sure what happened to you but you were acting different. He had to find out why. He had to know if he did something wrong.

Words: 4,053

Warnings: language, kidnapping, angst, little bit of fluff?, Sam has the brains, angels are dicks, I feel like this could actually become a miniseries?, Do you want me to continue? I’m not sure…, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

The drive to Wisconsin was slow & exhausting. Throughout the long hours, you did some more research on the case. It looked like an easy one, actually. Almost too easy for your liking. But who were you to bad talk an easy hunt? After all, you were still somewhat new to this business. Though, nobody would realize that. If they did not know, they would believe you had been hunting for your entire life.

“We’re almost there.” Cas broke the silence that had been accompanying the two of you for a while. A look out of the window & you could make out the small town you were rolling in. Almost immediately, a strange feeling washed over you. By the way Cas’ body tensed up, you knew he had a similar impression of this place.

“Cas?” you questioned. No way would this turn out to be an easy case.

“Yes, I know.” he soothed your thoughts a little. Something was off & neither you nor Cas could tell what it was. Not yet, at least. The ’78 Lincoln Continental Mark V came to a halt in the parking lot of an old-fashioned motel. Same old, same old. Back in your universe, you had never had enough money to afford an actual hotel so usually, the cheap version had to do. So, not that much had changed.

The two of you checked into a room, not bothering to get one with two beds since Castiel did not sleep anyway. The motel literally looked like every single other one across the country. Same uncomfortable bed, same ugly wallpaper, same ancient furniture. Moments like this, you missed the bunker an awful lot. Deciding to give your brothers a call, you dialed Sam’s number.

“(Y/N), hey! You already there?” Sam’s voice came through the speaker.

“Yep, it took forever.” sighing out tiredly, you plopped down onto the mattress. “I gotta say, though…something seems a little off.”

“As in…?” he inquired curiously.

“We don’t know yet.” your head was put into your hand. The traveling tired you out & you craved a few hours of rest.

“Okay. And besides that? Everything alright? It’s not…weird, is it?” it almost sounded like he was uncomfortable while asking this question.

“Should it be weird?” your eyebrows furrowed at his use of words.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” you could hear the smirk in his tone. That was when the realization kicked in.

“You’re talking about me being alone with Cas?” looking around, you were glad that the angel was still outside, grabbing your luggage.

“I might be.” Sam mumbled, then his voice got louder again. “Look, all I’m saying is take care & uh, use protection.”

“Oh my God, Sam.” shaking your head frantically, there was another sigh from you. “I’ll call when we’re done here. You’re a horrible brother, by the way.” your body was on fire. Embarrassed that now, even Sam called you out on your crush.

“I love you, too. Bye, (Y/N).” the call ended & you fell back onto the mattress. A second later, the door opened & Cas walked in. At least he missed that talk with Sam. Otherwise it would be painfully awkward between you guys.

In the morning, Cas & you went to investigate a family. They were close to the person that had been mysteriously killed & you hoped to receive a bit more background information from them. The couple seemed nice. Wealthy husband being incredibly happy with his beautiful wife. An apple pie life. Like the one Dean wanted Cas & you to have. Obviously, that would never be the case. Not when you were part of this business. Not when you were a hunter. When they offered, you thanked them for the coffee they brought you. Something that Cas could drink as well. The talk was not necessarily helpful. Nothing you had not already found out yourselves. Still, you acted politely towards them. After all, they had been very hospitable. Before leaving the house, you asked if you could use their bathroom. The man showed you the way. This family was not connected to your case, not in a way that helped you anyway. Which meant that you had to do more research. Yay. Finishing in the bathroom, you were confused when the door did not open. Like it was stuck. Rattling on the door knob a few times, you used your other hand to knock on the door. You had to bring their attention to you. But it seemed like nobody heard you. The bathroom was not that far away from the living room area so it did not make sense to you that they did not hear you in there. The lock clicked & you sighed out in content when the man who had lead you here helped you out a second time today. Your warm, thankful smile faltered when something hard hit your head. Darkness met your body after that.

Heavy eyelids opened slowly. The light blinded you & out of instinct, you squinted to avoid it. After a few more seconds, you adjusted to the light. Looking around, you found yourself inside an unfurnished room. The chair you sat on the only piece. But wait. Your wrists were tied to the armrests. Your legs strapped as well. Tightly. Painfully tight. No matter your efforts, it did not move an inch. How did you get here? Where was Cas? Looked like your assumptions about this family were wrong. Because kidnapping was not part of your plan. And you being trapped here changed your entire view of this case drastically. That strange feeling you had in this town was not for nothing. But who were you up against? No vengeful spirts, no demons, no witches. What else could it be?

“Would you look at that, the princess is awake.” the same man from earlier entered the room, a creepy smile adorning his features. It made you gulp. Your heart quickened its pace. You were skilled when it came to fighting but right now, there was not a lot of room left to move around. Which left you vulnerable.

“Aw, honey. You scared her. Can’t you see the fear in her eyes?” his wife followed, that sweet voice of hers erupting the room.

“(Y/N)…Can I call you (Y/N)?” the only response he got was a deathly glare from you. One, that made him chuckle enthusiastically. “The newest addition to the Winchesters. Leaving her universe behind to go live with her brothers.” he recapped the last months for you as if you had forgotten already. “You shouldn’t even be here.” remarking with sympathetic eyes, he walked closer to you. Kneeling down so you were on one level.

“You see…we wouldn’t care much for you. Another Winchester do deal with? Okay, fine. But there’s one thing we cannot accept.” the woman spoke up again.

“And what would that be?” sarcastically asking, looking between the pair in front of you.

“We can’t have you close to Castiel.” the kneeling man finished. Your expression turned into one of confusion. “Don’t play innocent here, sweetheart. We’re not that stupid.”

“You’re angels.” you concluded after piecing everything together. “That case in Wisconsin. It was a trap so you guys could get to me.”

“100 points for our contestant.” the woman fake cheered.

“You know, there would’ve been easier ways to catch me.”

“True but where would the fun be in that? Besides, we couldn’t have you close to those brothers of yours. Too protective over you for my liking.”

“Okay, Mister. But you do realize that Cas is here somewhere & he’ll try everyth-“

“Ah, I’ll stop you right there.” his finger lifted to shut you up. “You cannot reach him here. It’s…how do I say it? Castiel safe.”

“What do you want from me then? You wanna kill me?” though it was hard, you tried to hide how scared you truly were right now.

“I know you’re smarter than that, (Y/N). If we wanted you dead, we would’ve killed you already. Castiel would be after us if we did. We simply wanted to warn you. Stay close to him & you’ll regret it.” his threat was intimidating.

“How do you define close?” it was a legitimate question.

“You know what we mean…This room will be Castiel safe for a bit longer. After that, you can pray to him & he’ll hear you. If I were you, I’d think of a good excuse in the meantime. Don’t forget…one wrong move & we’ll be back. Goodbye, (Y/N).” & with that, the two of them left you alone. They did not tell you when it was possible to send out a prayer. They did not tell you where you were exactly. All you knew was that they were serious. And you should not mess with them. When Dean had told you that angels were dicks, you did not think that was what he was warning you about. Their condition was simple. You should stay away from Cas or you would regret it. And you assumed that these angels were a lot stronger than you could handle. You did not want to die & neither did you want to risk Cas’ well-being. Immediately, you started prayer after prayer. He had to hear it sooner or later. All you could do now was try.

It felt like days passed. Hundreds, thousands of prayers later & still no sight of Cas. Maybe that was your end. All those years of unsuccessful searching for your family only for you to end up in another universe. Reunited with your brothers. And that was how you would go? Not what you imagined your life to be if you were completely honest. You were close to passing out. No food, no water, nothing. Your body was weak. You were weak. By now, every last ounce of hope had vanished.

“(Y/N)?” the last thing you saw before falling unconscious was Cas running to you.

Castiel had finally heard you. Begging for him to help you. To rescue you. No time was wasted. He found you soon after, shocked by the state you were in. Three days ago, he left you out of his sight. He had not stopped looking for you but it seemed useless. Until a small, broken voice appeared inside his head. Yours. Desperate words reached him. He knew he had to act fast. How he had lost you? No idea. Everything went so fast. Before he knew it, you were gone. Of course this family hid more than they let on. The second he found you, a weight got lifted off of his shoulders. No way could he bear losing you so shortly after you got closer. Immediately, he went to heal you. No bad wounds were adorning your body. Just your weakness was present. Yet, you could not stay awake any longer. Cas did not know how long you had been in there but from your exhaustion, he assumed just as long as he had searched for you. Freeing you of the ropes that were holding you to the chair, he picked you up bridal style. Teleporting to your motel room where he laid you on the bed gently. Looked like you were not planning on waking up anytime soon. So Cas packed all of your stuff & got his car ready. He no longer cared about this case. All he cared about was you being safe. And the bunker was the best safety you could get. He could deal with this hunt later.

Sam & Dean had no idea about your state, they thought the two of you were still in Wisconsin. Wrong. And they started worrying like crazy the moment Cas entered the bunker with you in his arms, unconscious. Question after question was thrown at Castiel who seemed to ignore his surroundings entirely. He just wanted to get you to your bed. The entire drive was spent asleep & he knew you would be like that for a while.

Sore. Your body felt sore. Like you had not moved in ages. Like the smallest movement took too much strength. Strength you could not muster right now. A familiar smell filled your nostrils. The sheets welcoming you. These were no motel sheets. No. You were home. How did you make it back? You definitely were not in Wisconsin anymore. Wait a second. There were no angels to hold you hostage anymore. Had Cas heard your prayers? Seemed like it. You could yell for him, for your brothers, but no words came out as soon as you opened your mouth. The hours of sleep you got did not change the fact that you were incredibly tired. Exhausted. Groaning, you stood up from the comfort of your bed. If nobody was here with you right now, then you had to take matters into your own hands. A glass of water. Something. You needed something. Your body made this task unnecessarily hard, though. One step after the other. Small, slow steps & you would reach the kitchen not long after. You got this.

Your walk to the kitchen was cut short when Sam saw you walking unsteadily. Running over to you, he picked you up a second later & brought you to the main area in the bunker.

“(Y/N). Why didn’t you yell for us?” the concern was audible.

“My voice.” creaking out, Sam’s eyes widened in realization. He left only to return a second later with a glass of water in hand. Gladly, you took it from him & enjoyed the cold liquid soothing your throat. Downing the glass, you handed it back to him. In this moment, Dean & Cas entered the room. Noticing you were awake, the two of them jogged over to you.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Cas cupped your cheeks, caressing your soft skin with his thumbs. How you wanted to enjoy this moment. How you wanted it to never end. But your conversation with those angels came into your mind again. You leaned back, out of Cas’ reach. Eyes training down, you hoped nobody would question you.

“Um, yeah…I’m okay now. Just a little sore.” three pairs of eyes bore into you. They knew something was off. Dean was the first one to speak up.

“What happened?” sighing loudly at his question, you knew you had to improvise now.

“I didn’t do enough research. The case wasn’t as easy as we first thought it to be. The couple Cas & I were investigating? Witches. It was my fault they caught me, really. I should’ve been more careful.” after finishing, you risked a look at the three men in front of you. Did not look like they bought your little lie.

“There were no hints of witches there. We would’ve noticed.” Cas argued & you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you the one they kidnapped?” snapping at him, your voice was sharp. It was not your intention to sound so rude but everything overwhelmed you. Jumping up a second later, you ran back to your room, leaving them behind dumbfounded.

A soft knock was on your door. Maybe if you kept quiet they would leave you alone. Today was not your lucky day, apparently. Dean opened the door slowly, peaking his head inside to make sure you were not sleeping.

“What do you want, Dean?” you sat on your bed, back pressed against the headboard.

“Something’s wrong.” he noted, approaching you.

“I guess being kidnapped does that to you.”

“Cut the crap, (Y/N).” his voice raised slightly, immediately shutting you down. Your head hung low. “What’s wrong?” now, much softer, he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“Nothing, Dean.” sighing out, your head was thrown back, eyes closed in frustration.

“I think I know you well enough to notice when you’re lying.” & he was right. There was not a lot of things you could keep from him. Sam did not always tell when you lied to him but Dean could see right through you. “So, let’s do this again…What’s wrong?” his sincere eyes locked onto yours & that was when you knew you could not keep this from him. Not all of it.

“Cas kissed me.” Dean’s eyes widened at your statement. It took you two long enough. But when he saw your features change, he could tell that something about this was bothering you.

“But?” his question followed up.

“But it didn’t do anything with me.” your own words broke your heart but you could not risk it. Could not risk Cas’ safety. “The witches I could handle. Well…you know what I mean. They didn’t hurt me, just trapped me.” fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“What are you trying to say? You don’t like Cas?” Dean was confused. More than once had you let on that you liked the angel & when he talked to Cas about all of this, then he found out that he liked you, too.

“No. I do. Just not how I thought I would.” quieting down, you were done with the conversation for now. “I’m tired, Dean. I’ll join you guys later today, alright?” Dean nodded, stood up & left your room without another word. Though, his mind was running. Something about this entire situation felt wrong. Right now, he could not tell why. But he was sure he would find out sooner or later.

“Cas, man. What the hell did you do?” Dean was livid. For months, you had had eyes for the angel. And now, you told him he kissed you & you did not feel anything? What was going on?

“What?” Castiel was confused. Confused by Dean’s angry tone & by his accusation. Did he do something?

“You & (Y/N).” he pointed out.

“What about us?”

“Seriously? So I have to watch you guys dancing around your feelings for months only for her to tell me that when you kissed her it didn’t do anything with her?” his eyebrows raised, clearly waiting for an explanation. Cas, on the other hand, did not understand a single thing.

“She said that?” the angel’s voice was barely above a whisper. You kissed him back. Before you drove to Wisconsin, it was you who kissed him the second time.

“Yes. So you owe me an explanation before I kick your ass.” there it was. Dean’s protective side. He did not think, when you first came into their universe, that he would care for you on such a deep level. But here he was. And he could tell that Cas broke something in you.

“Dean, nothing happened. I kissed her, yes. But she kissed me, too. I thought we were fine until she woke up & didn’t want me to touch her.” it did not make sense to him. Was all of it a lie? Were you just playing around? He did not think you to be that kind of person. Whatever he did, he had to make it right before it was too late.

Later that day, you risked leaving your room once again. Hopefully, you would not come across anyone. You still had to greet Jack but that could wait. For now, you just wanted a little something to eat. It had been a while since you had your last meal & your stomach was rumbling with protest. Cas’ silhouette was in front of you. Shit, you really were not in the mood to interact with him. Yes, it hurt to know that whatever the two of you started the other day could never be. Before you could turn around & leave again, Castiel faced you. The hurt in his face was present & the guilt set in. He was like that because of you. You were the reason for his pain. And this thought itself hurt you more than anything. His feet dragged him over to you. A little step back from you made him stop. Apparently, you did not want to have him close.

“(Y/N)?” his tone brought tears to your eyes. But you would not let them fall. You could not. “Talk to me, please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you were being cold towards him which was uncommon. It was not in your nature to act like that. You were the sweetest soul Cas had ever met. Whoever was standing in front of him right now was not you.

“What did I do?” his concerned eyes locked onto your (Y/E/C) ones.

“You didn’t do anything, Cas. Believe me, please.” your plea was almost inaudible. No longer could you bare looking at him. You would break down in tears.

“Something changed you when you were trapped.”

“Cas, can we not do this right now?” closing your eyes briefly, you let out a sigh to calm yourself down. Leaving him no time for a response, you left the room again. Still no food inside of you. But you lost your appetite anyway.

The next morning, when you made your way back to the kitchen area again, you were glad when you were only met with Sam. His warm smile was welcoming. Something that let you feel at ease.

“Good morning. Coffee?” he offered you a cup & you gladly accepted. “I made pancakes. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” chuckling when your stomach grumbled. Sam handed you a plate & you sat down, quietly munching on your breakfast. At least he did not ask you about the case.

“What do they hold against you?” Sam asked after a few moments of silence.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I did my own research on your case. No witches whatsoever. Though, it was a good excuse, I gotta admit.” your eyes widened. Shit, if he found out what went down then he sure as hell would tell everyone. “Everything leads to angels. They didn’t hurt you. But they told you something. So…what are they holding against you?”

“Sam.” you sighed loudly. “You have to keep it a secret. Please.” staring at the tall man sitting opposite of you, you saw a sympathetic smile on his face.

“(Y/N)…”

“Okay, you wanna know what happened? Those angels threatened me. Said if I stay this close to Cas, I’d regret it. That they’d come after me or Cas. No way in hell will I let this happen.” due to your rambling, you did not notice Cas entering the room. Only when Sam coughed did you look around. What was it with him overhearing conversations?

“(Y/N).” like the night before, Cas approached you carefully. This time, you did not move away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m scared.” you admitted quietly. While you were a great hunter, you were not sure if you could handle fighting against angels.

“Sam & Dean are your brothers. Jack is the strongest being I’ve ever met & you’ve got me.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t there, Cas. We really shouldn’t mess with them.”

“And you thought it was a good idea to ignore Cas?” Sam chimed in. Right, you had almost forgotten that he was still there. Casting your eyes down in embarrassment, you suddenly felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. It was Cas.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, (Y/N). I promise.” he put a soft kiss on top of your head. You knew that. Castiel would do anything to keep you safe. But those angels scared you so much. You could not live with it if you were the reason of Cas getting hurt. Or worse. Looking up again, you noticed that Sam had left the room during your little interaction. Cas’ hands cupped your cheeks. Barely. Scared that you would not want to be touched by him. You did not move, though. No, you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes to fully enjoy this intimate moment with him. His lips pressed against yours. Softly, as if your were fragile. When the two of you moved in sync, every little ounce of uncertainty washed away. You knew you could not stay away from him. But at the same time, you knew they would come after you now. This kiss would change everything. Whatever was awaiting you, it could not be good. But maybe, just maybe, if you went ahead & dealt with this together, nobody would get hurt.

~to be continued? (idk just yet)~

Published (03/31/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @vicmc624, @ayamenimthiriel, @teelagurl558, @babymango-writes, @hollymac79, @longinusfilibuster, @insanebot109, @down-down-inanulearan (thanks for your support <3)

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[wanderfan2000]

Good morning Wanderers and Happy February 1st! That’s right, we are officially in the second year of our new decade! And to celebrate us getting into February, it’s time to check out my Wander Wallpapers for this year!  And low and behold, Janet has COMPLETELY TAKEN OVER!!  You might remember when I changed my wallpaper to Janet’s Wander shrine on my homepage for Google Chrome, well, I decided to do it again! Only this time, it’s on my actual DESKTOP! Oh, yeah, I have taken obsessiveness and took it to the next level! Now Wander captured in Janet’s obsession shrine will be on my desktop all through February, although I can help but feel a tiny bit creeped out by it, tho… ^^; 

Speaking of Janet and Wander, my iPad wallpapers received two Wander and Janet upgrades as well. My Home Screen has Janet using her vines to attack Wander after he mentioned he and Sylvia had to leave. But Janet WASN’T going to let him go without a fight! And clearly, Wander is frightened at what Janet has become! My Home Screen got an upgrade to fit in with the crazy obsession Janet theme and it’s my favorite shot from The Lonely Planet, Wander tied up in Janet’s vines. To tell you guys the truth, I actually had this exact same picture I used as my wallpaper on my old iPad Air. Yeah, I was just OBSESSED with this episode and I still am today!   February is going to be a fantastic year for me, tomorrow we officially have the first anniversary of Kid Cosmic Season 1! Yep, it’s going to turn one year old tomorrow and on February 3th, we finally have the LONG awaited premiere of Kid Cosmic AND THE GLOBAL HEROES!!!!! I can’t wait to watch it!!! The big day is almost here! I also plan to fill February with new adventures, new drawings and definitely brand new fanart!   Alright, everybody! It’s time to get February started! LET’S DO IT!!!! 

#Wander Over Yonder #My Wallpapers

[crystalrose555]

Slap me, I dare you! pt.4

“Marley.”

“...”

“Marley, I’m speaking to you.”

“What do you want, Lucifer? I’m doing homework right now.” Marley snapped back with a growl.

Lucifer just sighed as he held his temples for a moment. Instead of responding, he just placed the D.D.D. on the desk next to her.

“What’s that?” Marley asked, pulling herself away from her books.

“This is your D.D.D. that you were supposed to receive when you first came here.”

Marley raised an eyebrow as she pictured up the device and looked back at the eldest brother.

“And you’re giving me this now? Don’t you think you’re super late on this?” She teased cheekily.

Lucifer, on the other hand, was not amused by her observation.

“Yes, but I didn’t think you were smart enough to figure it out when you first got here.” He sneered back.

“Touché, prick.” She answered flatly.

“Regardless, it’s already programmed with everyone’s numbers along with a number of apps that will be useful. So if there’s any future trouble, you have the means to contact someone.”

Marley looked at her new phone before looking up at the eldest brother with a smirk across her face.

“Contact someone or contact you directly? Because it sounds like the almighty Lucifer is worried about my wellbeing.” She poked verbally.

Lucifer’s eyes just narrowed in annoyance.

“Don’t get cute, I’m only doing this so I don’t have to punish another noble because of you.” He claimed as he headed toward the door.

“Don’t hide your feelings, Lucy!” She called out to him.

Lucifer snapped his fury-laced gaze back at the smiling selkie who cat-grinned in return.

“...I’m gonna put that as your contact name.”

“If you do, I’ll put you in study hall for the foreseeable future.”

“Hey, that’s an abuse of power!” Marley pointed out.

Lucifer just smirked in triumph as he finally left Marley’s room. With a snort, Marley turned back to her desk with a slight pout. She then picked up the phone to inspect and play with it, scroll and tap the different icons. With a final glance over her shoulder, she casually changed the names in contacts, starting with ‘Lucifer’ being turned to ‘Lucy’ with a low snicker.

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“Uuuuh, shut uuuuup...” Marley groaned as she shed her pelt.

She reached out slowly to pull her D.D.D. close as the blinding screen pierced her tired eyes. Skimming the screen, she groaned harshly as the cheery pinging of her text notifications quickly began grinding on her nerves. In less than a week, her phone was at the center of all the texts from and between the brothers of the house. At first, it was relieving since she could be part of the action without having to stop her studies but now it was becoming a pain in her stubby tail. It was late and she didn’t have the brain power to deal with the mass wave of messages, especially considering she barely had any sleep for the past week. Clearly, the boys can figure out their own problems without her input.

“Well, looks like I’m sleeping in the tub tonight.” She grumbled as she peeled herself from the bed and dragged herself to the personal bathroom, leaving her D.D.D. on the bed to vibrate away.

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“Marley, are you in there?” Levi asked softly as he knocked on Marley’s door.

Levi took in a deep breath as he weighed his options. He sent countless messages to Marley since now they could share memes and inside jokes without his brothers butting their heads in their business. However, she suddenly stopped replying to him and has gone silent. Was she finally sick of him, did she finally decide that he wasn’t worth the trouble being friends with? Levi’s envious thoughts and insecurities began to swirl in his mind, forming a dark storm of potential envy. He was so lost in his own thoughts he couldn’t even sense his surroundings and was only brought back to reality when Asmo blew air over the edge of his ear, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

“What the hell, are you trying to make me summon Lotan!?” He squealed sharply as he turned to his brothers.

“Oi, we were tryin’ to get your attention but you were zonin’ out like a creeper.” Mammon pointed out.

“Who are you calling a creeper, you scumbag!?”

Mammon and Levi argued back and forth while Asmo took the opportunity to let himself into Marley’s room. He took a look around to see that the room was barely customized with any type of decoration, with the only difference being the table filled with papers and a laptop in power saving mode. He pouted to himself, saddened by the lack of personalization, Asmo made his way to the book-filled bed where he sat and picked up the abandoned D.D.D. with peaked curiosity.

“Don’t even think about it, Asmo.” Levi ordered as he finally got the nerve to enter the room.

“What? I was just going to give her a truly beautiful background for her wallpaper.” He chimed.

“Let me guess, a picture of you?” Mammon answered flatly as he snatched the phone from his younger brother’s hand.

“Yep, she hasn’t answered any of our texts. She’s got some nerve.” Mammon pointed out with a grumble.

“Ok but where is she?” Levi asked as he looked around desperately.

Mammon only answered his brother by shushing him as a faint whistling sound caught his ears. Realizing it was coming from the bathroom, he motioned his siblings to follow him as he gently picked the bathroom’s lock. Once inside, the demons surrounded the tub and stared down the source of the whistling. There laid Mochi, floating in the half filled bathtub, whistling with each exhale through her nostrils. Her flippers were folded in and cradling her round, blubbery body as she bobbed up and down in the water.

“Aww, she’s sooo cute~” Asmo managed to squeal at a low volume.

“Shh, are you trying to wake her up?” Levi reacted.

“So she wasn’t answerin’ us because she was sleepin’ in the tub? Guess it would be hard to text with flippers.” Mammon claimed with a shoulder shrug.

Eventually, the demons found themselves on their knees, resting along the edge of the tub as they watched the sleeping seal, whistling and bobbing in the clear water. Occasionally, out of boredom and curiosity, one of them would poke her to watch her sink and rise with the motion of the water while another would take pictures while snickering. As she bobbed back and forth, the boys were so fixated that they failed to realize that their jesting was starting to stir her from her slumber. Her eyes slowly blinked only to snap open upon seeing herself surrounded by noisy demons. In response, she slapped violently and splashed the water of her tub at the intruders. Asmo shrieked as all the surrounding brothers got up as the cold water threatened to drench them.

“Mochi, no, not my hair!” Asmo cried shrilly.

“Oi, what’s with the splashin’, fuzzball!?” Mammon yelled out as he held his hands up to block some of the water.

Mochi didn’t turn back into a human to answer, she just hissed harshly at the intruding brothers which caused all of them to jump.

“I didn’t know she could hiss! I thought she was like a dog!” Levi cracked out as he tried to protect his phone from the oncoming water.

The sounds of hissing and screaming eventually caught the attention of the other brothers who came only to discover Mammon, Levi and Asmo soaked to the bone while bracing against the bathroom door. Lucifer just crossed his arms in disappointment.

“I honestly thought the three of you were old enough to not play in the bathroom.” Satan commented disappointedly.

“We weren’t playin’, Mochi just went nuts and tried to splash us to death!” Mammon yelled back.

“My poor hair, it took me forever to get it just right.” Asmo sobbed as he combed his fingers through his wet locks.

“Move aside.” Lucifer commanded as he made his way to the bathroom door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lucifer.” Levi whimpered.

“Nonsense, it’s time for classes and to end this foolishness.” Lucifer harshly claimed as he entered the bathroom.

There he stared at the heavily breathing animal who suddenly looked up at him and growled. Lucifer just stared down with his arms crossed.

“Good morning Marley, I take it that your wake up call was pleasant but it’s time for you to get up.”

Mochi just hissed harshly at the first born while slapping her side.

“I don’t have time for your temper tantrum and I definitely don’t care for your tone.”

“Can he understand her?” Beel whispered to his twin.

“No but he can understand when someone’s sassing him.” Belphie quietly answered.

The younger brothers watched on as the room began to steam from the sheer aggression that was radiating out the bathroom. The sound of Mochi’s hissing and slapping echoed along the bathroom’s walls while Lucifer remained stone faced with an icy glare.

“Enough, you’re going to suffer greatly if you don’t get yourself together right now!” He roared.

And just like that, Mochi’s last nerve snapped as she answered the angered Morningstar. Not with words but with retaliation as she violently splashed him with nearly twice the amount of water that his brothers received, thrashing about violently while hissing, barking and snorting like a feral beast. However, despite the perceived fury from the furry creature in the tub, the remaining brother stood silent, nearly shivering as they watched the water drip down the soaked Lucifer. He remained motionless, his face absent of wrinkles or a frown, instead a gentle smile that was accompanied with a gaze that transcended wrath and anger.

“So you’ve chosen...” He calmly claimed.

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“Right here it says that seals become aggressive when they’re exhausted. They’ve been known to lash out at researchers that try to study them too closely.” Satan exclaimed as he flipped through the pages of his book.

“So that’s why she went crazy. Poor Mochi was completely burnt out~” Asmo cooed as fixed up his hair in the mirror.

“Yeah, that makes sense since she’s been doing school work nonstop since she got here. So why don’t you go easy on her, Lucifer?” Beel pleaded.

Lucifer gently dried his hair with a black towel before resting it upon his broad shoulders.

“What do you think? Should I go easy on you?” Lucifer asked with a smile upon his face.

Mochi hissed and growled as she clawed at the eldest brother who smiled sweetly at her. However, none of it mattered since she couldn’t reach him through the prison sphere that she was stuck in. Bright purple and hollowed, Mochi was trapped in a bubble of solid demonic energy and every movement she made only caused her to roll around chaotically. She tried to freeze her way out only to fog up her sphere.

“I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t quite catch that. You need to speak up.” Lucifer teased.

Mochi barked aggressively as she tried to ram Lucifer with his own sphere. However, the eldest simply stopped her with his foot resting against the surface.

“Uhh, don’t you think you’re being childish?” Levi weakly asked.

Lucifer wasn’t listening to the poor otaku as he began to spin the pissed off selkie with his foot. Skillfully, he spun her hard enough that she circled the room without hitting any furniture or anyone before she returned underneath his shoe, dizzy and disoriented.

“Oh come on, Lucifer, even I’m gettin’ embarrassed watchin’ this!” Mammon called out as he recorded the entire thing in secret.

#obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me au #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #levi #lucifer #mammon #asmodeus #satan #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me fanfic #crystalrose555 #mochi story fanfic #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me selkie #obey me asmo #om! #obey me #asmo #mochi

[drethanramslay]

Without You

Pairing: Logan x MC (Lexi Cahill)

Masterlist

Word count: 2.5 K words

Warning: Just a little cursing, here and there and Angst

MC is actually not present in this fic, this is Logan's POV, four months after he had to leave LA

Author's note: I decided to take part in @rodappreciationweek so here is my submission :)) 

Thanks to @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn and @client-327 for hosting this 💙

Thanks to @mvalentine for pre-reading it❤️❤️

Title inspiration: Without You by Avicii (ft. Sandro Cavazza)

Song: Gone by Blake Rose

Forgive me if I make any mistakes.

The rays of the sun spilled through the crack in my curtains, making the white walls a yellow hue. My eyes were bleary and red rimmed. It had just been moments since I woke up and my hangover struck me like a train wreck, a familiar electric pain behind my eyes.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

I moved my head to only see an an empty bed side. Of course she left. Who would want to stick around after a one night stand?

The hazy memories of last night filtered through my head, making me wince. Another night, another rave, another tray of shots and another chick to bang.

You could call it saturday shenanigans but, this was different.

Everything was different since I left her.

All my days just seem to melt away into a haze of alcohol and drugs... Today, tomorrow, yesterday seems to fuse into this neverending torture, an ache which no matter how much I drink or how many girls I fuck, never fucking ceases to hurt. The only thing which can fix this gaping wound in my heart is Lexi.

But she is not here.

And never will be.

So this is how it has been for the past weeks. Me getting inebriated to new extremes just to numb the pain and to temporarily erase the loneliness before I become sober again.

Because when I'm in those intoxicated wastelands, I'm so out of it that I can almost hallucinate her dancing with me. I can almost smell her strawberry shampoo, tickling my nose. I can almost hear her tinkling laugh.

And in my alcohol induced sleep, I dream of her in my arms the both of us fitting together, like two jigsaw puzzles.

I despise being sober. Because when I am In my senses, the entire load of loss weighs down on me, crushing me and suffocating me. The 'could have been's' and the regret are all a heavy burden on my shoulders.

A small part of me is often wishing, praying and hoping that things could just go back to normal but, deep in my gut I know, that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

Nothing is ever going to be the same, now that she was gone...

How much time does it take to get over people?

It may be a day, a week, a month or a year. There is no definitive time span for getting over someone you loved, someone you cherished or someone who was close to your heart.

I think it depends on how much of an impact the said person had on you or how much of a void that person left in you.

I was the wild and carefree guy, with no strings attached and never saw myself being the one to fall in love because... Let's admit it, love is a vulnerability, a weakness which people don't hesitate to exploit.

But fast forward to four months later, I am in the same category as those emotional pussies crying over a breakup.

Being brought up in foster homes made me grow up quickly. Some houses were good and caring whilst some were harsh. And knowing that I am the most cursed person to walk the earth, I was always was stuck with the shitty households.

Don't believe me? I still have those scars from the fights and the beatings.

Growing up in such a hostile environment, taught me that there is no room for weakness or error and that love and feelings are just some fairy tale myth which is made by philosophical fools to give you a sense of hope.

But, hope is a dangerous thing, two side of the same coin. It can make you and break you.

I don't think I would have survived my childhood but... That's when I fell in love with cars.

It holds a special place in my heart.

The way my adrenaline spikes as the pointer on my speedometer achieves unattainable speeds, the way I feel the purr of my engine resound through my entire body and they way it's just me, my car and the open road... Nobody could ever compare to that sensation of freedom.

Well, that was before I met her.

Lexi Cahill.

I admit it started off as a way to recruit her as an informant, a tool to stay out of prison, another heart to break.

But little did I know that life would pull the fucking reverse uno card on me. But, I'm low-key glad it did.

It's been 4 months since that scum bag was thrown into the jail.

Four months since the crew went its separate ways.

Four months since I walked away from her.

I don't want to let you go...

Those words were on a repeat in his head, like a broken tape recorder and her teary eyes and broken expression is forever burnt into his brain. It was so hard to let her go. The one time I found a reason to stay, a reason to fight for, a reason to stop running, life just fucked it all up.

It was a tussle, a war between what my heart wanted and the logical side of me which just left me exhausted.

In conclusion, heartbreak sucks.

I reach for my phone and switch it on to check the time. But my eyes fall on our prom photo which I had made as my wallpaper. It's really stupid how head over heels I'm in love with her.

But it's the truth.

There is a saying that life gives you only one great love and that many people go for years without that.

I was one of the few lucky people to get that at 18.

But life is not sunflowers and unicorns shitting rainbows. It's rough, it's hard with its a mix of ups and downs. But it seems like mine is set to be on the all time low.

Staggering to the bathroom, I heavily leaned against the counter, my muscles flexing as I gripped the edge. My eyes lifted to see my reflection staring back at me.

I look like a hot mess.

This isn't you Logan... My inner conscience said, which eerily sounded like her.

God, I really must be losing it, huh?

Slowly and painfully I started my morning chores, my body on auto pilot. My mind kept on wandering to Lexi. She would be in Langston by now.

Would she be in that off shoulder sweater of hers, her feather tattoo peaking from underneath the sleeve? Would she be highlighting and colour coordinating her notes like she always did?

Would she have made new friends? Or dare I say a new boyfriend?

Logan stop hurting yourself. I said to myself as I visibly cringed at the thought of someone else having their arms around her.

The idea of someone else kissing her soft lips or someone else holding her hands or someone else running his hands along the curvature of her naked back made me equal parts angry and sad.

Angry for you know, obvious reasons but sad for the life I had to leave behind in LA.

God I hate this existential crisis shit... It's to early to question life.

I dragged myself in the direction of the kitchen, the smell of bacon waking me up. I was shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants because I was too fucking tired to wear anything else.

"Look who has decided to grace us with their presence."

"Shut up Carl, it's too early for your bullshit." Raven said as she slapped the top of his head.

I shot her a look of gratitude as I sank into my seat and reached for the plate of pancakes.

Carl and Raven were the closest thing to parents for me. Carl was a tough man with huge muscles, around six feet tall but, he was as goofy as a child. Raven was his girlfriend who was hella intimidating. The kohl lined eyes and the floral tattoo on the side of her shaven head made her look fierce. Both of them were in their early thirties and ran the Detroit Central crew.

We three were in a different crew when I was 15 and they really took a liking for me. They taught me everything I know and they are the family that I always came back too.

I dug into my breakfast, eating slowly and savouring the sweetness of the maple syrup.

"Thank god you are atleast eating now." Raven said as she ruffled my hair and turned towards the sink.

I shrugged and Carl picked up the newspaper to read, settling into his seat. Suddenly, the bell rang which had all of our backs becoming as stiff as a rod.

"Were you expecting someone, darlin'?" Raven asked, trying to peak through the windows.

"Don't get up, I'll do it." Carl said as he picked up the gun on the counter and pushed it into the back pocket of his cargo pants.

I was frozen, terrified. I had been very careful in escaping but me being the reckless fool and getting drunk seven ways to Sunday may have tipped them off.

I'm such a colossal dumbass.

I could hear Carl's gruff voice talking but I couldn't peek at the person on the other side of the door. I just sank further into my seat, hoping that it was some lost person and not the FBI.

"Boy this one's for you." He moved aside and the person I least expected to see walked in.

"You look like shit."

"Good morning to you too, asshole." I rolled my eyes.

Colt walked into the kitchen, wearing his trademark leather jackets and dark jeans. His combat boots made a thud sound with each step which made my headache worse.

"Will you be okay, Lo-lo?" Raven asked, her eyes flitting to the jerk standing in her kitchen.

Colt snorted at the nickname but luckily kept his mouth shut.

"Yep Ra. Meet Colt Kaneko. Colt meet Raven and Carl." I spoke at I stood up and put my dirty dishes in the sink.

"Oh you are Kaneko's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"We heard about what went down in LA. Our condolences. He was a great man."

He gave a nod. It was a sore subject for me as well. That night in the alley, I wished I could take it back. I usually am not one to regret what I spew but whatever I said to Kaneko is another burden I'm gonna carry all my life.

"Also heard about your crew busted the Brotherhood? You were the mastermind behind it right?" Carl said as he crossed his arms.

"As much as I would love to take the credit, it was Lexi who came up with the plan." Colt said his eyes darted towards me, gauging my reaction.

"The newbie? Heard she drives like the wind-"

Hearing her name felt like an iron fist clenching my heart. That name will always be the source of my happiness, my cherished memories and my melancholy.

"Colt let's take this to the backyard, shall we?" Logan spoke up, interrupting them.

He walked to the back door and Colt followed him wordlessly. It a sunny day but a cool breeze blew which provided some kind of relief.

I reached to take out two beers from the cooler and handed him one. Colt raised an eyebrow.

"Beer... At ten in the morning?"

I shrugged as I popped the bottle cap off mine. "It's 5pm somewhere else."

"That's true too. Cheers." We clinked the necks of our bottles and took a sip as we sat down on the patio chairs.

I turned towards him. "So what brings you to Detroit?"

"To see your pretty face?" Colt said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

I snorted. "Always knew you had a thing for me, pretty boy."

"Always knew that you had an ego the size of Jupiter, dickhead. Some things just don't change."

I sighed. "Can't say the same for me through. Everything is different now."

Surprisingly, Colt didn't mock him. He stared down at the bottle in his hands. "Yeah... I can understand. How are you holding up?" He asked as he turned to face me.

I took a huge gulp of my beer before responding, my eyes staring at the mango tree in my neighbor's back yard.

"Not too good. It's been hard for the last couple of months. Kaneko's death, leaving LA and maintaining a low profile... It's been tough."

Life without Lexi is tough.

"Yeah I can understand. I still imagine pops opening the door to wake me up. And don't get me started on the FBI... bunch of bloodsuckers." He muttered the last part.

I snorted. "I'll drink to that."

"Good thing they are off our backs now." Colt spoke eyeing him from the corner of his eyes.

I scoffed. "Bitch please. They are anything but lazy. They are gonna continue hunting us down till the end of time."

"I meant that we are not the top priorities at the moment. Sure Mona was sent to jail but, a little birdie told me that they are after this 'world class' thief at the moment."

"That's a relief I guess."

"Do you know what this means?" He asked taking another sip of beer.

"It's too early for my brain to function. Come to the point, asshole."

"We are rebuilding the crew, dickhead."

My eyes widened. "No way."

"Yup." He said popping the 'p'. He downed the remainder of his beer before standing up. "I'm done repairing the garage. We have a job in two months and I need a crew for that. I already have Ximena on board and now I'm gonna go over to Toby's."

My mind was swimming. Mercy Park Crew was coming back for good.

I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. "What about Lexi?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I said I'm rebuilding the crew, I also meant recruiting Lexi, dumbass."

Oh god.

She is going to come back.

I was frozen in my place once again. I had often asked myself how I would react if I got the chance to meet her again. I always imagined that I would let out the loudest cheer and dance like a mad man.

But this is reality and my thundering heart was a reminder of that.

"Why are you sitting there with your mouth open like a fish? Go! Get your girl."

And that was it. I rushed to my room, put on some decent clothes and haphazardly stuffed my things into my satchel. Grabbing my keys and yelling a quick good bye to Raven and Carl, I was out and in my 2005 Devore GT.

Reving the engine I took off on the roads of Detroit, heading for the highway.

The window was open and the breeze threaded through my unruly hair, making me feel alive. My hands clutched the wheel and my foot pressed down on the accelerator, speeding through the empty streets.

For the first time, in a very long, the roads which felt like a never ending maze for me, were the very ones which were the path to my freedom.

The path to my happiness.

The path to my Lexi.

I hope you liked it 😊

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[shiishki]

okay wait, i changed my mind. you should answer all of these questions as well, if that's what you want from me >:)

oof there's a lot of it, that's what i get for wanting to be ✨aesthetic✨

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

vowels (and the importance of being me) - hunny

honeypie - jawny

pretty young thing - michael jackson

mirrors - justin timberlake

sunflower - red orange county

paradise - rude-a

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

a therapist.

ok someone else.. uhh,, my grand grandma because i only have scratches of memories but i dunno if that counts since she passed away...

*rummages through ancient scripts* uhh ok someone who isn't dead.. uhm,, tommie? yeah I'd like to meet them if i could meet anyone on earth

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

ok, the closest german, english or polish book? nvm i have english

"suddenly was. So I just said thank you a few times too, and Mum" ironically this is one of the normal lines in this book

4: What do you think about most?

the fact that I'll have to do something after school. and I don't know if i want to go to college or get a job bc i have no legitimate idea on what to do with my life. it gets overwhelming, just the lack of knowledge about the actual experience.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Ok

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with, tho i sleep with just shorts in summer

7: What’s your strangest talent?

not sure if it's a talent, but i can fall asleep anywhere

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls are pretty. boys are pretty

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

by me, yes. no one else has written a poem about me specifically. nvm, tommie wrote one and it shall rest on my wall, or desk, i need to find a place for it

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

uhh i think last month?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

i don't think so, but i am hella afraid of the possibly gigantic, terrifying things in the ocean depths that humans haven't discovered yet

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

yep, beloved legos as a lil child

13: What’s your religion?

i can't ever remember the name, but i believe gods (from all religions) exist in some way or form. so i believe in different pantheons and etc.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

walking my doggo, skateboarding, thinking about how to make the lives of my characters worse

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

uhmm the arctic monkeys? or the strokes

17: What was the last lie you told?

i know what i want

18: Do you believe in karma?

yes, the rule of three specifically

19: What does your URL mean?

i don't know. it's something me and my sis came up with and that's just my whole identity now.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

uhh greatest weakness.. i can't finish things. strength is that I'm very stubborn so maybe I'll finish that thing out of spite

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

i grew up thinking crushes were like unicorns. my ex was odd enough to argue with that i didn't love her if i didn't have a crush on her. but I think if i had to guess.. selena gomez, especially in the role of alex russo in wizard of weverly street

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

nope

23: How do you vent your anger?

i write angry letters. sometimes they're sad letters. i write a lot of letters. except i never send them out and no one made a movie about them :}

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

jars and witchy bottles, books? scented candles

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

phone calls are stressful enough as is, i don't need you to see my reading off what i frantically wrote to not stumble over my words

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

i think so, yes, but that won't stop me from becoming better

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate flies buzzing right by my ear, love cat purring

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if I'd been born in a place where it was illegal for me (nonbinary) to live, in a time when others thought of me as a curse?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

they be chilling.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right arm, doggo, left arm, pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

fresh air and doggo, because doggo is with me and I can't live without open windows

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

i dunno tbh

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

which one is less homophobic?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

every gender is my opposite gender. selena gomez and justin timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

to make it easier for people down the line

36: Define Art.

make thing, thing goes woo

37: Do you believe in luck?

yis

38: What’s the weather like right now?

it's nice actually, very sunny, slight breeze

39: What time is it?

12.59 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

i don't, but i once crashed into a fire department vehicle with my bike. bike ded.

41: What was the last book you read?

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

i legit ass don't know what gasoline smells like.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

many variations of my name, aka. Luce

44: What was the last film you saw?

i think it was Robin Hood: King of Thieves, but it might have been that half of spider-man homecoming i managed to watch with my poor internet

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

oh man i dunno... it's not an injury, but i was very sickly as a lil kid and almost died :)

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

once, years ago

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

hmmm horizon zero dawn i think

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

proud pansexual ^^

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

not really, i don't think they're big enough to be actual rumors,, meh

50: Do you believe in magic?

yis

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

meh. they suck, i know they suck, that's it.

52: What is your astrological sign?

cancer ♋

53: Do you save money or spend it?

i attempt saving. attempt

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

for my own money, sweets. i bought lizards for my cats so they can brush their teeth from my dad's amazon acc

55: Love or lust?

luv

56: In a relationship?

nope, i buy my own cookies

57: How many relationships have you had?

1, kinda toxic toward the end, very stressful, don't recommend

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nu ><

59: Where were you yesterday?

on the fields walking my doggo

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yep, a pastel pink hoodie in my closet uwu

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

yis, thicc warm socks

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

cuddles and food.

64: Where is your best friend?

bold of you to assume i have a best friend.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

tommie-hildebrandt, kageyuji, nekomas-kuroo, joyful-soul-collector

66: What is your heritage?

I'm a demon boi from Poland tho that's not a thing to be proud of, i mean, look at the economy. awful.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping, trying to sleep.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Pinkton. or Satan.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

this is such an odd combination of words i had to look it up. yea.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

a friend who won't laugh at me when i ask them to order smth for me because I'm too anxious to.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

excuse me? i am saving the doggo wtf. f u boss, I'm gonna sell my tragic story to the news.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i tell my parents. b) live the hell out of them uwu c) nope uwu.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

history maker - dean fujioka :]

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

3332

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

communication, trust, some more communication.

77: How can I win your heart?

let's not pretend to be something else to please each other, and bring some bitter chocolate.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

maybe. it could. i don't have a say in it since my sanity is held by tape.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

eat the pizza. stop caring about others not liking me/parts of me. just living for myself uwu.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

uh i dunno how the american sizes work and i don't wanna look it up so, 39, 40 fits too.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

demon boi

82: What is your favourite word?

socks.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

the bloody organ that sits in your chest and pumps blood into your body so you don't die.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

uhm im not sure if that counts as a saying, but fake it till you make it

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

blinding lights - the weeknd

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

oh a normal question people use for ice breaking, sea blue and pastel variations of it.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

like my wallpaper? or the actual picture that sits on my desk? or how my desk looks like atm? it's ugly, a lot of papers and pens and schoolbooks.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

donald trump. or the next asshole who'll try to take the rights of the lgbt and poc away

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

this. this is the question.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

yo there's a pizza somewhere in the refrigerator, want me to heat it up? we can have a sleep over and talk about our feelings :3

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

telekinesis! or shapeshifting! i could do such fun things with telekinesis ^^ yeah I'd totally eat some radioactive veggies

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

that time my "friends" got me into shoplifting, half-hour is more than enough to punch some sense into my brain and develop good music taste

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

can i save this one? i don't think i have an experience horrible enough to be erased haha

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

sleep as in.. uh no thank u. but I'm down for a sleep over with sam smith ^^

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

just me? what about my pets? my fam? it's lowkey illegal for me to go just anywhere without them owO

uhhmm, greece. imma become part of the greek pantheon out of pure spite. and maybe toronto canada.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not any that i know of o.o

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

i think i may have but i honestly don't remember

98: Ever been on a plane?

nope, i dunno if i like planes, but I'd probably sleep if i were on one.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

yeet.

#that was long #probably because my stubborn ass wanted to make pretty formatting #shiishki.rambles #shiishki.interacts with tommie