#i want to hold wirt . just

[xovera-toz]

#this wasn't made in the “spirit of christmas” I just wanted to draw the shack in winter #so hold your horses it's still autumn rn #so Wirt and Stan! they meet! #the reason that Wirt's standing there is not at all happy actually but we'll pretend for a while #little wirt is so fun to draw #n2w4 #never two without four au #wirt #otgw #stan #stan pines #stanley pines #gravity falls #fancomic #comic #my art

[pearlzier]

hiii! i hope you’re having a good day/night ^_^ i was wondering if you could wirte either sam or dean winchester with a bimbo reader!! smut or fluff i dunno ahhh TY!!

☆ ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ this took me so long m'so sorry ml !! ۫ .

☆ warning ; tad bit suggestive i mean. it's dean ,,

“pass me the fuckin’ uh..” dean ran his hand through his hair, crouched beside baby. it was a one in a million day where dean had no shit to do, so he found himself doing checks on baby even if she was in perfect shape. doesn't mean he can't check in on his girl, whilst his girl is sat on the precariously stored chair. yeah, he'd told you if you fell he'd absolutely laugh at you however he knew full well that he'd literally perform an act of magic on you to keep you safe.

“uh, screw driver?” you bat your lashes at him, legs rocking as you typed on your phone, snorting out a laugh at the emoticon that charlie had sent you. of course, you liked to help dean out. but the weather was so good, and the sun was good for your skin, or so that forum that you read at the library when you went with sam said. also, you and charlie had a lot of gossip to catch up on, so.. you weren't on your game as much as you usually were.

a soft laugh slips past dean's lips as he shakes his head, looking back at the toolbox in your lap. you watch as he gets up, his hands a little stained with car oil, which in fact, does not suit the white colour of your babydoll top, clinging to the curve of your chest. which dean took much pleasure in, but besides—so you squirm back a little when he comes closer, “dean, you cannot touch me with your hands like that, i love you, but no—”

“relax, sweetheart, just tryna get a wrench,” dean teases, “can't a guy get a wrench? jeez,” he raises his hands teasingly before he carefully grabs a wrench from the tool box. not before swiping his thumb over your nose which causes you to squeal, and he quickly makes his way back to baby before you can retaliate.

“dean!” you gasp, rummaging for your pocket mirror in the pockets of your baby pink hoodie, finding it and soon looking at yourself in the mirror. a little smudge of darkness glistens on your nose and the pout you give dean makes him cackle a little.

“c'mon, it adds character, don't you think?” he does a little tinkering under the car, to which you have absolutely no clue what he's doing. did you want to know? no, not really. you wanted to know why you had oil on your nose! you knew why, but why dean did it was a mystery, and you huffed.

“you'll know what character is when i'm done with you,” you mumble back sassily, giggling when you see the surprise fill dean's gaze. so, he rises from where he is, and saunters his way back over, having used a rag to wipe down his hands so you wouldn't throw a little hissy fit.

“is that right, hm?” his green eyes lift to yours, and leaning against the chair, he bites his bottom lip. hell, he likes when you get fiesty with him. “gonna show me character?” his low, gravelly voice cooed softly as his hands brushed over your sides.

this knocked you down a few pegs, because to be fair, if your bombshell of a boyfriend is speaking like that and holding you like this, well, who isn't gonna get a little flustered. “uh—yeah, character.” you do notice how his eyes flit down to your cleavage for a vague moment, and you speak up, a little uncharacteristically but in a way dean adores—“eyes are up here, deano.”

a groan slips past his pink lips, and you soon find his green, piercing eyes hooded and looking up at you. “tease,” he mutters under his breath, and a flush dusts his skin that he never expected to happen. “think i know where your eyes are, doll, just enjoying..” he traced a finger over the lace containing the spill of your tits, “the view. know you're enjoyin’ mine.”

you thought he wouldn't notice! you'd been staring at him for a while now, considering the fact he'd blessed you with the sight of not only his arms in a tank but sweats? your man was a slut, you couldn't even deny it. “dean, stoppp,” you mumble, getting a little heated as he brushes his fingers over you. “shut up.”

he pouts playfully, pressing his forehead gently against yours. lifting his thumb to your glossy lips, he pulls it gently before letting it go, a giggle slipping past his lips. “now you're being mean, pretty baby,” his hands slide down from your chest to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “mean to your ol’ dean?”

you push at his chest playfully, tapping your acrylics against his chest with a little laugh. this causes dean to dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh a little and pull you against him. “you were bein’ mean to me first, dean!” his brows raise, “you know exactly how. oil? nose? coulda’ gotten it on my top!”

he rolled his eyes at your behaviour, it's not like that top was expensive anyway. you two got it when dean had literally stolen 20 dollars from a wallet he found on the floor this one time. but that's besides the point. “can always get you a new one,” he shrugs his shoulders, flashing the signature winchester smirk. “kinda always been itchin’ to rip this one anyway. doesn't do that body justice.”

“dean,” you two were literally outside the motel, you couldn't do anything like dean was absolutely suggesting. and judging from the way his hand was sliding up under your skirt to cup your ass, well, he was suggesting a lot. he gives a gentle squeeze, growling softly before he lifted you up off of the chair, causing you to squeal. “dean!”

he swung you over so you'd sit on the hood of the impala, watching as your little skirt hiked up. a grin played on his lips and he sighed softly. “how'd i get so lucky, huh?” dean lifted ring clad fingers to brush the side of your face. “grumpy hunter like me.”

“fine ass hunter like yourself,” your retort was instant.

“i didn't say it, you did, so it ain't braggin’,” dean wiggled his eyebrows instantly, drawing you impossibly closer as his hands groped at your thighs gently. he was clearly a big fan of your body.

“dean, there are people walking past,” you nudge him, not before placing a glossy kiss to his cheek. he shrugs, glancing over at a passing woman and her boyfriend on the street. in usual dean fashion, he gives your ass a pat and winks at the couple, not that you realise.

“well, maybe, they wanna piece of this fine ass,” he squeezed, looking up at you through his lashes. “they'd have to go through me, first though,” literally before you can even realise it, you've been hiked up over his shoulder with your ass practically out.

“dean, my skirt!” dean acts oblivious, but slides a hand over you to keep the view at bay, a laugh slipping past his lips. “relax, sweetheart, i got you,” does this calm your nerves? no, not really, but, you relax into his grasp.

“you're the worst,” as you shake your head, your earrings shimmer under the dim lights of the motel as you make your way in. dean's practically a deer in headlights looking at you before he focuses again, and taps the doorframe of where sam's in.

“keep an eye on baby, alright? got some uh, things to be doin’, sammy,” it's like sam didn't even have to ask as he saw dean give you a playful swat on the ass, herding you to the bedroom. 

“yeah, sure, whatever,” sam was ninety-five percent sure he might have to go do his research in the impala because knowing you two? you were loud.

tags ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ @onlynextdoor ۫ .

☆ 𝜗𝜚 ( your honor, i loveeee himmmmmmmmm.... lmk if u wanna be tagged in spn works lolz

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural smut #spn #spn x reader #spn smut #bimbo reader

[the-dawn-star]

Hi darling

Can I request an oneshot about the poly!volturi kings x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls?

Thank you darling💖

A/N: Helloo!! Little update of my life first: my school is killing me and my mental health problems are hitting me again, so yippee me. (I had to just goggle how to wirte yipee in english xd) Hope you like this my friends!!

-S

+400 ish words

Okay in the simplest way Caius isn’t going to like it. I mean, I don’t think Caius really wants you to do anything that could cause even the slightest harm to you.   

But let’s say you convince him.   

You sat at the back of a dark SUV with Jane next to you and Felix driving the car.   

It had been so long since you had gotten onto an ice, and you couldn’t help but be excited.   

  ---

And it was just what you had been missing so much..., until it wasn’t anymore.   

The next second your head banged to the cold ice.   

You heard your name yelled but there was nothing you could respond to.   

You pushed yourself off of the ice only to be met with a bloody print on the ice.   

In a heartbeat, cold hands were holding you and you saw Jane’s face with your blurry vision.   

Never had you seen Felix driving so fast and Jane panicking like you were actually dying.   

And no matter how much you said that you were fine, the vampires would not believe you.   

You held your extra shirt to your forehead that had been bleeding for the better part of an hour.   

You had barely seen Jane using technology, but during that car drive Jane was glued to a phone researching if you were going to die.   

  ---

Not to state the obvious but you survived.   

But it was close that the kings would have killed Jane and Felix. And that’s not even talking about the stares they gave to the guards who were staring at your forehead as the shirt was soaking up with your blood.   

And a doctor from the city was called in the castle just to make sure that you were doing fine.   

And the diagnosis was a concussion.   

Hell broke loose in the castle.   

Aro holding your hand knowing everything and yelling to the guards to get you everything that your human heart could desire.   

Caius sulking in a corner of your room and mumbling how he told you so (in fact the king is close to crying about worry).  

And Marcus was trying to keep you calm and stopping his brothers form murdering anyone who said anything back.   

Trust me this went on for weeks.   

#the volturi x reader #the volturi coven #the volturi #the volturi kings #the twilight saga #the twilight series #the twilight renaissance #the cullens #aro x y/n #aro volturi x reader #aro x reader #aro volturi #caius x y/n #caius volturi x reader #caius x reader #caius twilight #marcus x y/n #marcus volturi x reader #marcus volturi

[iosagol]

second time watching OTGW and I might be losing my mind

I'm just rewatching this masterpiece most certainly NOT on internet archive and certainly probably not silently dying because the first time I saw this I only saw the way Wirt's selfishness was being pruned out of him by the Fae world, and I only saw the grief on the Woodsman's side, but there's so

There's so much else to see on the second time through

Like the frog? George Washington? Being able to speak English when all the other frogs can't and yet not being able to speak English when it's just him and the humans? He's sort of a look into Greg's point of view? And he's this point of weird messed up communication because he's something Wirt and Greg were supposed to find together, hunting frogs like bros n stuff

But it was kind of half done; Wirt didn't want to be a part of that adventure and he was focused on Sara for all of the duration of it. Greg did most of the work, so that's why Washington reflects him most (he can communicate to everyone, but those of his own species speak a different language than him and seem to miss his points)

I'm sorry I'm thinking too hard into this but BUT IT WARRANTS THIS

AND THE WAY THAT UH

THE BELL GIRL

SHE'S KIND OF A FORESHADOWING TO THE WAY THE LAMP HANDLES PEOPLE

HOLDING ONTO HER ILLNESS AND TRYING TO DROWN IT WITH WORK ONLY MAKES THINGS WORSE, JUST AS HOLDING ONTO GRIEF AND TRYING TO DROWN IT WITH WORK  MAKES IT WORSE

SHE AND THE WOODSMAN ARE HORRIBLY ALIKE BUT WIRT TRUSTS HER MORE BECAUSE SHE RESEMBLES SOMETHING MORE HUMAN

AND THAT NEEDS TO BE SLAPPED OUT OF HIM, THE FAE CANT OPERATE UNDER THAT

Also I didn't realize how much Wirt actually seems to love Greg

Like yeah he's selfish

But that's very much towards the back half of the episodes, and by then he's genuinely had his trust shattered and he's struggling to carry burdens and Greg doesn't get that because he sees the world completely differently, he's got zero preconceived notions burned into him

Wirt has notions, he's old enough for it

And he's kind of hampered by them

Only looking at this twice did I actually see the fog that he steps into in the eighth episode, the genuine fog, and how he kind of shuts down

It's... depression?

And Greg's response is that of a kid who doesn't understand depression in the least because he just isn't old enough to have run up against it yet

I get the sense that Greg asked the lady of dreams to make him take Wirt's place, or something like that, but he has no idea what he's stepping into

Greg is so much smaller and it's really not his role to be the big brother

The beast (who could represent a whole host of stuff like depression? Fear? Self-flagellation?) demands he do impossible things and reach impossible goals and Greg does them at first but then he gets so worn out because it's so hard to sustain a beast like that

So he ends up completely immobilized by these vines of atrocious levels of fear? And he's so tiny? and he's never been through something like that

While Wirt, for all his faults, is hardened by his failures and fears to the degree that he can look his grief in the face and say "I'm not indulging you; your move."

Faerie changes Greg in a sense because it exposes him to realities that he doesn't fit, but he really doesn't seem to retain the effects of these negative realities. That or they simply don't affect him back in the human world. I mean Greg is a champ at seeing eldritch terrors and going "aw hey there, Barnaby! :D" and moving on with the retention span of a happy cucumber so maybe he just did that again. Maybe he still doesn't necessarily get the line between a bad dream and a deep truth. But I kind of get the sense he wasn't as deeply affected because the trip into Faerie wasn't for him.

Wirt, though, went through the classic Faerie-story process of being taken down to his lowest point in order to find himself, and that experience absolutely stayed with him.

I just remembered that Wirt and Greg jump out of a cemetery as the first step to get into the Unknown and the way it goes is Wirt cries "that's it, this is the end" like the drama queen he is and Greg immediately interprets this and jumps off the wall a moment before Wirt does

Greg knew a moment before Wirt moved that Wirt was going to jump, so he jumped first

He never ever hesitates to follow/lead his brother into deep trouble because he

Greg just

He has no concept of fear

Sssssssssaaaaaaaaa

They enter through water, and when they go back, they're returning through water.

It reeks so hard of baptism/rebirth symbolism and I'm scrambling to grasp all of it

Also the fact that Quincy Endecott has a gravestone in that cemetery

So he really is a ghost, humanly speaking ❤️

Mm

Yeah I just really love this show to my bones and I cannot wait to look into more of it and scrape more thoughts together

#Otgw #over the garden wall #OTGW rant #Over the garden wall theories #Wirt #Greg #Cartoon Network #fae theory #this show and its fae theory give life

[arminsumi]

hiii ^^ (It’s me again, sorry that I’m writting so many request but the way you wirte is something)

so, i have been thinking if you could wirte pt.2 for ,,Marley’s Guaradian” — and if you dont have any ideas, honestly I have one — so basically Armin brought reader to the aircraft, and Levi is obviously upset with him. while they are having a little argument, where Armin tries to explain Why did he brought someone so dangerous here, reader tries to knock out Eren, since he has the Founding titan, and Marleyan Army wants it back, Armin obviously stop reader before anything serious happens + reader finds out about Zeke’s betrayal

sorry if It’s too much, i’m sending you virtual cup of motivation and thumbs up for whatever you are working on! take care and dont push yourself too much!

p.s. i wirte the request again beacuse something went down with my Tumblr — if you see another one from my acc with the same text you can ignore it, beacuse i dont know if i actually sent it ^^

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Marley's Guardian Ⅱ

Armin x fem!reader / part Ⅰ

Overview; Armin brought you back to the airship and you found out the truth about your War Chief.

Content; drama, angst, canon!au, Marleyan!reader, switching sides (obeying Armin's commands)

Warnings; S4 spoilers!!! mild violence (hair pulling, Levi giving verbal threats, reader scratching Eren and drawing blood), profanity, S4 Sasha scene, total cliffhanger ending because i'm mean lol

Note; ah dw i love to receive your requests! actually i originally planned to write about armin bringing Y/n back to the airship, but i wasn't sure on the length so i just deleted like two paragraphs' worth of content 😂💀 also SRRY IF THIS IS AGONIZINGLY LONG but i had too much fun writing it while listening to the most dramatic aot ost lol

Armin's hands were trembling.

"You brought their god damn dog on board? Are you trying to kill us, Armin?!" Levi spat.

"Sir — " Armin choked. " — sir, I couldn't leave her to die. I'll accept the consequences for anything that happens from here — could... could you please stop holding her by the hair?" he asked nervously.

Levi's eyes became slitted with anger as they flitted between you and the blond, bloodied soldier. It required incredible strength to fight an Ackerman as a sword-wielding combatant, but with words it required an otherworldly courage.

"Sure." he said slowly, dangerously, and hauled your weight by the hair — a searing pain spread across your scalp.

Everything was a bit blurry, but you felt cool wind brush your face. You were high up... up in the sky? The Scout's airship door was slid open, turbulent airflow filled the gondola. You were forced into a kneel at the edge, too weak to fight back yet Levi still held apprehension in his chest because of you.

"Shall I let her hair go now?" Levi asked sarcastically.

"No!"

You saw Armin's eyes glaze over with fear, you heard him babbling desperately to his captain.

"If I toss her off this airship right now, I will sleep soundly tonight."

"Captain! Please hear me out!" Armin exclaimed desperately. "It would be senseless murder, she's no longer hostile! Like I said earlier, she could have killed me, but she didn't!"

A long silence ensued after his words, one impenetrably thick and jarringly apprehensive.

"Captain..." Armin's voice weakly punctured the silence. He sounded like he was using the last of his strained vocal chords to plead with Levi.

"She's their weapon. Don't mistake her docile behavior for surrender, Armin, she's just out of ammo after fighting."

"Captain."

"She's their weapon." Levi repeated through gritted teeth, "Unless you intend to keep her as such, I'm kicking her off right now."

Armin's mind buzzed for solutions as the longest silence yet ensued.

"C — can we bring her to Commander Hange first?" Armin asked.

After a small moment of begging, another silence ensued, one broken by the harsh and grating sound of your whimper as Levi flung your body in the opposite direction of the airship's exit.

Without regard for his comrade's bewildered stares, Armin rushed to you. "Are you okay?" he asked. The smallest head tilt from you was enough to settle Armin's high-strung nerves.

Levi let out a forfeiting sigh, "Sleep is for the wicked..." he grumbled under his breath. "Alright, let's take her to Hange and that mutt. Mikasa, come with us."

Now, you were supposed to be at your weakest — or so that's what Levi and Armin and the rest of their comrades in the gondola thought.

But when the door leading into the airship's control slid open to reveal Eren Jaeger, you lunged for him like a dragon.

Though he had quick reaction time, you clawed at him much faster than he could shield his face, resulting in three stripes of red across his cheek. He bore a grimace of wolf-like canines.

It required both Levi and Mikasa to restrain you while you thrashed around, but they didn't have to for long.

In your fit of blinded vengeance, you didn't notice a very familiar face sitting besides the owner of the Founding titan, whose hurt face healed over, whisps of steam rising out from your claw marks until they disappeared entirely.

"Stand down, Y/n." Zeke's voice penetrated the atmosphere.

You looked at him wide-eyed, utterly shaken.

"... War Chief?" you croaked confusedly.

But your confusion dissipated at once. Understanding dawned on your face, causing your features to be dragged down.

"Treacherous bastard!" you screamed piercingly, Armin winced. "I once revered you! Bastard! Bastard!"

You ran your foul mouth on the War Chief, calling him audacious, calling him vermin, calling him a lot of things until the atmosphere felt aflame; Armin stepped in with a voice smooth like flowing rivers.

"Stand down, Y/n." he commanded simply, and you obeyed like a dog. He knew something very important about you that you weren't even fully aware of.

See, when you bore witness to your War Chief's treachery, these invisible threads keeping you sewn to his command snapped. Armin could tell, so he played a little experiment, sort of like throwing a stray dog a bone — to see if it would go for it.

It surprised everyone else to see you cease at once after Armin told you to. His blue eyes brought a calming sensation over you. When you looked into them, it felt like you were being stared at by an angel, although that was laughably ironic, considering what people called Eldians in Marley.

"Commander Hange, I have a proposal to make." Armin stood to his superior confidently, while Hange willingly listened.

The air in the airship's gondola shook with celebratory roars from the Eldian soldiers, Floch at the center causing it all.

But packed away into the quiet area were Jean, Connie and Sasha.

"Like hell she's on our side... I'm sleeping with not just one eye open, but two eyes open 'till we get back on solid land." Connie huffed.

Jean looked over at him, "Connie... that just means you won't be sleeping, if you have two eyes open you're awake." he sighed at his friend's stupidity.

"I know! It was a joke — " he began, "Anyways. No one trusts that reaper, so why does Armin?"

Jean shrugged.

"I think she may genuinely be on our side." Sasha chimed, her tone lighthearted for the fact it was a very wild situation. The enemy who had slain countless people in the Eldian army was on their side?

"Seriously?!" Connie began argumentatively.

The door slid open. Jean's eyes spotted you as soon as you emerged.

You squeezed into the celebrating crowd of Eldian soldiers, without Armin by your side. In the other room, unbeknownst to the others, he was previously wiping blood off of your cheek with his handkerchief. He reared his pretty blue eyes at you, and softly commanded that you wait for him in the other room.

Now he remained in the control room, discussing the future with Hange and Levi, while you tried to discretely blend in with everyone else.

"Heya, nice 't have ya on our side." Sasha greeted you.

Because Floch flashed a hostile look your way, you decided to stay with these three.

The conversation staggered due to your blunt responses. But it ceased completely in a moment, a quick yet slow moment.

Your keen senses felt someone clamber onboard the airship, and your lightning reflexes shielded Sasha from taking her fated gunshot wound to the chest.

BANG

Wispy fumes curled up out of the shotgun's muzzle. At the end of the gun's neck was none other than your little sister, Gabi.

🏷️; @chuuyasballz

#🐬ocean prince #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #oneshot #angst #violet evergarden #au #armin x reader #armin x fem!reader #fem reader #armin x f reader #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin armin

[ouroboros-hideout]

WIP WHENEVER

Got tagged by @aggravateddurian for this.

Thank you a lot! It´s been a while (I think. What year is it?)

VP

Currently on hold. I am moving in a week and my PS is already packed up in a box. But besides that I am way more hooked at things outside of the game so I will get back to that later. Still manifesting the idea to buy a PC later this year.

ART

My tablet and I aren´t friends atm so nothing much here aswell. Have two small things cooking, but it´s all concepting atm.

Another thing is a logo design I am doing for Aon and her bunch of Nomads. Really broke my stupid head about a name for the mine she built her business in and ended up with: Lynx´s den. Why I will explain when I can actually show the thing. Her gang will call themselves „Lynxed“ or „The Lynxed“. It´s a made up word from the term Jinxed + Lynx. Since they are a group of sad little bastards it fits quite well, even if it has a rather negative conotation.

Besides that I had a huge What-if brainrot for my writing and have some alternative apperances in head for blorbo girl. And for my main hc too ofc. Still traumatized by the Kurt art I did lmao, but need to draw the mfer again aswell. Will see when the inspiration/motivation hits.

WRITING

I am currently 100% in wirting and brainrot mode. But will get back into other things hopefully soon aswell. But I want to use the time where I am able to juggle some letters into smth usefull.

Like Napalm is still going. Last thing where those 3 „In between things“ and I am close (I am going to jinx it) to finish the next longer chapter. Fingers crossed the writing flow will last till I managed to upload it.

Another thing is Aon´s diary I mentioned (a long?) time ago. I really want to create something visual for it too. Baddieghest circus director @blackrevell enabled me into the idea to go for a Red Dead Redemption – like style with some sketches for every entry.

So far I have one entry about the moment right after Aon had to flee from her home and hide with her former boyfriend in Moscow - but no sketch yet.

The last thing would be the already mentioned huge What-if moment I had some days ago, where I stripped Aon of her Nomad background and turned her full Corpo (I think that just happends in this fandom at some point, does it?). In this AU she will be a high ranking officer at SovOil´s Security Forces. Through some circumstances she will turn sides to Militech and will end up in Kurt´s unit, serving with him, going to war with him and building Dogtown from the ground up with him. It´s quite interessting and insanely helpfull to explore a blorbo in a different way. Really clears the mind.

I wrote two little txt about it already but actually have no idea where this will lead. So far I had „fun“ with exploring the dynamics of Kurt and Rosie within this AU since it will play a big part in the beginning. Didn´t upload it yet on AO3 but probably will at a point (when I don´t get triggerd by the UI/UX of this page).

That´s it so far. Will tag some of you folks. But no pressure, just show smth if you like!

@cybervesna @blackrevell @olath124 @cyberholic77 @wanderingaldecaldo @dustymagpie @fonfan121 @universalwriter1994 @kdval @chevvy-yates @therealnightcity @theviridianbunny @breezypunk @cybersteal @streetkid-named-desire

#wip whenever #oc stuff #writing stuff #art stuff

[askthemysterkids]

How do they act when they're sick?

Sorry for the long wait!

Dipper: When he's sick, I can see him either just lounging on the couch watching t.v, or Mabel is practically holding him down in bed to keep him there. Basically "I feel awful" and "I'm fine!"

Mabel: I think she's the productive kind of sick. Very much not happy with not being able to go hang out with friends but will knit so many sweaters.

Coraline: I think she would be all dramatic but in a joking way. "Oh woe is me, mother! I'm going to die!" "It's just a cold, Coraline."

Wybie: He is the good child. He's going to chill in bed with his tissues and maybe a DS.

Norman: He is also the good child. Norman is going to take this chance to watch zombie movies all day.

Neil: I think he might be dodging his older brother's "get better quick" shakes but honestly he's probably just going to watch t.v and call Norman.

Raz: I can also see Raz being dramatic but in a more serious way. He'll stay in bed though. I am now questioning if when psychics get sick, if their powers act up. Like, Raz sneezes and the water in his water bottle just blasts out. If when Lili sneezes, if something lights on fire. It would be fun.

Lili: She hates this! She wants out of bed now! Raz tends to hang out with her to try to help her deal with this. This then results in Raz getting sick. Even though Raz ends up being dramatic with his cold, he'll never get upset at Lili about it.

Wirt: So the last comic that came out was Sister's of Charity and in this one, Wirt has a cold. Wirt honestly starts eating oranges and wants to practice self care.

Greg: He's probably like a lot of kids who are sick. He'll just play with his toys and nap more. He will relish in not needing to go to school.

Anne: She is dramatic as all get out! "Sprig I think I'm going to die!"

Sasha: She will be dramatic but in more of a way of "this suuuuucks! I want to see my friends!"

Marcy: She is actually very happy when sick. She looks at this as an opportunity to binge Lord of the Rings or whatever that movie is that she really likes.

Luz: I think we've all seen that episode of Owl House where Amity meets Hunter. She be loopy.

#mystery kids #ask the mystery kids #mk #ask the mk #gravity falls #ask #coraline #dipper pines #coraline jones #psychonauts 2 #Mabel Pines #Raz Aquato #Lili Zanotto #Wybie Lovat #Paranorman #Norman Babcock #Neil Downe #Over the Garden Wall #Wirt #Greg #Amphibia #Anne Boonchuy #Sasha Waybright #Marcy Wu #Owl House #Luz Noceda

[dolorum-magne]

never seen over the garden wall, do you think you could explain it a little and how it relates to your au? :)

You bet!

This will have spoilers for the shows plot, and possibly some slight spoilers for the comics. Might be pretty obvious, but just thought I'd add a disclaimer and a "read more" button anyways, just in case ^^

So, Over The Garden Wall was a cartoon network 10 episode long miniseries written by Patrick McHale that aired in November 2014.

A short plot synopsis of the show is that 2 brothers (Wirt and Greg) who get lost in a strange forest called The Unknown with no memory of how they got there, and throughout the show are trying to find their way home. They're joined by several other characters throughout the series, such as Beatrice- a talking bluebird , and the woodsman- a strange man with a weird attachment to a lantern that he keeps lit and warns the brothers that they need to leave the woods as soon as possible and to "beware The Beast" , The Beast being the is the main antagonist of the story. (who I think is the scariest cartoon villain ever btw hes so spooky)

Things just get stranger and darker as the show goes on.

There's a lot of interesting plot points in the show, characters they meet, and places they go throughout, but I don't want to spoil the whole thing so I wont go into too much detail about what exactly happens, but I do want to go into more depth on the characters, and then explain how the themes and characters of the show mesh with marble hornets in the au :)

So starting off with the main protagonists of the show, Wirt and Greg. Wirt is Gregs older brother (its never said exactly how old they are, but we do know that Wirt is in highschool, if I had to make a guess on their ages I would place Wirt somewhere between the ages of 14 and 15, and Greg somewhere between the ages of 8 and 10 personally)

Wirt is very anxious, and somewhat of a pessimistic realist, easily spooked and surprised, and I would say he has low self esteem. Greg is his younger half-brother and throughout the show while its obvious he cares very much about him, he does seem to hold some resentment, blaming him for them getting lost, and for things going wrong. Greg is the exact opposite of his older brother, very optimistic, outgoing, and confident and throughout brings out a more playful and jovial side to Wirt. He's much more intelligent than others give him credit for and often comes up with solutions to their problems.

None of the characters fit them exactly, but I plan to have Jay and Tim as the main protagonists of the story. Aspects of Wirt and Gregs characters will probably be mixed up in both, but I mostly want to try and keep their characterizations as they are in marble hornets.(though slightly different as this au actually takes place while they're all in college, so Tim will at least at first be slightly more closed off, and Jay will probably be less paranoid as an example.) I just think it would be very interesting to put them in that same situation, and I already have ideas on specific interactions I want between them.

Next up is Beatrice.

Beatrice is very emotionally closed off and secretive at first, but is a smart and headstrong character throughout, and throughout the show her relationship with the brothers evolves a lot. She convinces the boys to come with her to see "Adelaide of the Pasture - The good woman of the woods" claiming that she will help them get home. Part way through we learn that Beatrice was actually human once, but threw a rock at a bluebird and a witch cursed her and her whole family to become bluebirds, and she wont return to her family until she finds a way to turn them back. She made a deal with Adelaide that if she lured a child to her home to be her servant, then Adelaide would give her a pair of magic scissors, with which they could snip away their feathers and become human again. I find her a very interesting character, especially as her character develops throughout the show and she becomes more attached to the brothers.

I think Jessica would fit well here, as I like the idea of her joining Jay and Tim as they journey through The Unknown, and I think the characters personalities could fit well together.

Now the woodsman.

I'm probably the most proud of how this character concept will fit into the au.

The woodsman's job is to cut down the "Edelwood" trees (hollow twisted trees that seem to have faces), grind them into an oil, and use said oil to keep the lantern lit. The reason he constantly warns the boys of The Beast, telling them to not give up hope and to make it home as fast as they can, is because the woodsman knows The Beast personally. The "dark lantern" he carries actually belongs to The Beast, whom he struck a deal with. The woodsman believes that his daughter is dead, and that The Beast killed her, and tells the woodsman that he can put her soul into the lantern, and as long as he keeps it lit, that she will live on inside. The Beast stalks those who are lost and far from home, and if you give up hope, or fall ill in his woods, he turns them into trees. Specifically into Edelwood trees to be ground up and used as fuel for the lantern.

While he doesn't find out what the trees used to be until the end of the show and has his final confrontation with The Beast, he knows The Beast has it out for the boys and tries to point them away from it throughout, but they don't trust him because of his strange behavior and because of what they hear about the lantern he carries (a tavern keeper tells them "he who carries the dark lantern must be the beast." when talking about the beast, and bring up the woodsman at the mention of the lantern).

He later learns what the edelwood trees actually are, and also that his daughters soul was never in the lantern to begin with and that it was really The Beasts soul all along. At the very end, during the final credits we learn that his daughter was never even dead to begin with! That she was alive, and all that time she had been waiting at their family home for him to return, the home he never returned to once he was tricked by The Beast, unable to bring himself to return to it, believing it to be completely empty.

While he does technically work with The Beast, he outright despises it and does what he believes is best. For this reason, I think Alex fits perfectly here, and that he carries the lantern because he believes that Amy's soul is inside.

There are a few timeline things I need to work out because of this though, as in the show no time passes in the real world between when Wirt and Greg leave their own world (explaining as briefly as I can because this post is already so long lol, Wirt and Greg actually tumbled down a hill and land in a lake and fall unconscious. The Unknown is, as best as I can explain it, sort of a parallel world/limbo somewhere between life and death, Presumably, if they gave up hope and were claimed by The Beast and never made it home they would have drowned. Its very complicated and we actually still have absolutely no idea what The Unknown itself is, but we do know for certain that everything that happened there was real, and not just some strange dream.. although, they can and do visit the unknown in their dreams in the comics? Its very confusing lol) but Alex is obviously from Jay and Tims world, and would have been there for much longer than they were. I'm still unsure how he and Amy would have ended up there in the first place, or exactly how they were separated, but currently, I think that when the story starts from Jay and Tim's perspective, Amy and Alex probably mysteriously disappeared a week or two ago, and from Amy and Alex's perspectives they would have been stuck in the unknown for months.

Finally, The Beast.

I already explained most of what The Beast is above when talking about the woodsman. He's a silhouette in the shadows, singing eerily into the night to lure people too their dooms. The forest is his domain, and everything in it is his prey, and all who live there know this and fear him. He's also highly manipulative and deceitful.

one quote specifically sticks out to me that I think sums up how he acts very well is:

"No. There is only me. There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender."

The character of the Beast is just perfect for The Operator. I considered possibly trying to mix the two but I think I may just keep The Beast as is, as its just too perfect. Also, I think that if the Operator had a voice and could speak, it would 100% sound like The Beast.

Collection of The Beasts voicelines in the show in case you're curious.

Btw, fun fact, the guy who voices him isn't actually a professional voice actor, hes an opera singer. I just think its very cool

There are a few other characters I'm still working on including in the story (mainly Brian/hoodie, but explaining that reaches more into comic territory and its difficult trying to work out how to blend the ideas in the comic and the show together.)

Anyways, that's the gist of the au, and about Over the Garden Wall itself! I cant recommend this show enough, its one of my all time favorite shows and I definitely recommend giving it a watch if you're into that kind of thing! Thanks for asking about it!

Apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes, and for the length of this post lol. Grammar is not my strong suit and this took me about 3.5 hours to type up lol

if anyone has any other questions about the au, please ask me, I would love to answer them or hear any feedback/ideas!! Really if anyone has anything to say about this au at all, please tell me ^^

hope you have a lovely day/night!!

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[akwolfgrl]

I kinda started wirteing a new series lol. Like I don't have enough of thouse already. Here's part one of kitsune sanji

Minako had been waiting for a very long time, she was to stay here until she found the right preson to give over the Kitsunebi to. They had to be just right, many had failed to draw her interest and a the few that did soon failed to hold it. A blonde male with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and bags in his hands passed by.

"Please sir, can I have some food?" She expected him to ignore her and countie walking on by but he stopped.

"Sure, it's mostly ingredients but I'm happy to give you some," He couched down onto her leavel, the ally sterwn with flith, his fancy suite seemed to matter little to him. The blonde man dug threw his bags handing her fruit and vegetables. "If you here tomorrow I can come back with a proper meal,"

"Oh thank you kind sir," Minako didn't believe him for one second, humans were liers and none had been proven worthy of the Kitsunebi of the powers and responsibilities that came with it in a hundred years.

The next morning she saw him once again, he had surprised her, no one had ever returned. Once again without any regard to his clothes he couched down next to her.

"I made you a few meals to get you therw the next few days, I can't do much more since we're leaving tomorrow morning but I hope these help,"

As he handed her the bento boxes a beam of sunlight set him a glow, minako took his hands in hers after she put the beto boxes down. She peered into his past seeing flashing of a sweet child burtel abused by his family, she sees his compassion for tiny creatures. She sees his hopes of finding something no.belives to exist, she sees him give thouse dreams up for someone eles. She sees him giveing of himself so others may live. She sees his strength and his love of his family.

She knew that he was the one. What happened next was up to him, could he survive as a kitsune? The transformation could be extemaly painful if he didn't make it the Kitsunebi would find its way back to her.

"Thank you young man, I have a gift for you," She took out the Kitsunebi from the bag she keept it in. She handed him the glowing orb.

"Oh I couldn't take this," He tired to protest.

"But you must I insist plase do this one thing for me," Minako pleaded with him she saw the moment he gave in.

"All right if you insist,"

"Thire you are you curly, and you say I get lost and here I am finding you," A gruff voice belonging to a man with green hair and three swords came to stand by the blond man. She watched as he sliped the orb in to his jacket before standing.

"I'm not lost marimo, I came here deliberately it's not my fault you followed me,"

Minako took the beto boxes and left the men to argue her job now done. When out of sight she began to hand out the meals to others who needed them. She washed the new kitsune luck in his new jeroney.

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Latter that night Sanji curled in to his bunk on the Sunny clutching the glowing orb to his chest not wanting to be apart from it. He didn't understand why but he was afired of it disspareing form his sight. Zoro was on watch tonight but he was just to exhausted to join him. Sani let the gental waves lull him to sleep, he preferred to sleep on the ship even when they were land. It was familiar to him.

The next morning Sanji woke to his body aching, almost as if he had been in a fight. Witch was ridiculous since they hadn't been in any fights for a few weeks. Sanji ignored the aching throbbing pain, his joints cracked and popped in ways that sounded bad and unfamiliar. Sanji was agile and flexible after years of training but today it hurt to move. He just needed to focus on cooking and the all blue to take his mind away from his body for a bit. With a deep breath Sanji made his way to the kitchen and if he walked stiffer than normal it wasn't like anyone was up to see it.

Sanji had stop on his way to galley, he rested his shoulder against the wall panting as the pain raked threw his body.

The all blue, the deep ocean of his dreams. Teaming with life, fish from everywhere. Sanji couldn't almost touch them as they swam past. The sun shining into the water setting it aglow.

Sanji stood back up, it had been an old trick he had thought himself in order to survive the hell his family put him thru, to survive slowly starving to death on that island. He headed stirght for the fridge taking out eggs, various fruits and meats. He also grabbed all the condiments required to make everyone's eggs to their specifications. As he got started the normally delicious smell nearly made him gag.

"What the fuck was that?" Sanji shook his head and lit a cigarette to hide the smell, nothing smelled wrong it just didn't agree with him today.

Soon everyone piled in egare for breakfast. He handed everyone their eggs with much less enthusiasm than normal.

"Sanji, are you ok? You don't look too well perhaps you should take a seat," Robin asked looking concerned.

"I'm fine, no need to worry," Sanji waved off her concerns.

Sanji had by some miracle made it past breakfast and only needed to deliver the platter of sandwiches. He stepped out the door of the galley when he heard the cracking and the searing pain shooting threw his body. He could help but to let out a painful whimper as he tried to walk. His legs giving out on him as he hit the deck hard.

"Sanji!" Hands appeared taking the trays from him before they too could hit the deck. At least nothing had been wasted.

He heard screaming as his body began to contort and shake. His bones snapping and breaking Sanji hit his head against the planks of the deck and mercifully passed out.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #fanfic #kitsune

[vikingstoner69]

Victor Creed/Reader: Not leaving me! (smut)

     Fandom;x-men

      piring; Victor Creed/reader

       Warnings: breeding kink

Hey guys I know its been a while since i posted but things have been a bit busy and i havent had much time plus i kind of fallen in a rut and havent really felt up to doing anything with wirting but i’m back and will be posting more. My requests are still open and i will be updating my list of fandoms very soon 

         You open the door and snarl when you see him, Victor creed your lover, or so you thought. Your lips curl revealing your sharp fangs and you growl lowly beyond pissed off. 

"What's got you all riled up kitten?" he smirks from his spot in the chair you snarl your blood boiling at his smug face after what you saw. 

“Its not your problem anymore i’m just here to get my things” you snap not looking at him at all as you start for the bedroom Victor hot on your heals. 

“Your not leaving me” he snarls watching you start to gather up your things in a bag. 

“Oh i’m leaving and you're not gonna stop me Victor” you snarl throwing things in bags and you swing around bearing your fangs at him when he grabs your arm. You swipe at him with your free arm and he snarls and pins you to the wall, his body molding to you. 

“Your.Not.Leaving.me” he snarls, he was so much stronger than you but you were still pissed and you used that anger to slip out of his hold and you punched him in the face hard making him snarl. 

“I have no reason to stay! You made that very clear the other night!” you snarl as he wipes the blood off his chin and in a blank of an eye you are back against the wall but this time his hold. 

“You know i love it  when you're angry" he purrs in your neck and ear.  He chuckles as you snarl at his words. 

"Let me go Victor" you snarl, thrusting up your body trying to wiggle out of his grip. Only his hold tightens. Victor kicks your legs apart and shoves his knee between your legs making you bite your lip to hold back a moan.

"I can smell how wet you are for me, but what's that? Anger and jealousy, oh kitten" Victor chuckles, you snarl and keep fighting to get free. 

"I'm not yours! Not anymore! So let me go! You want those whores you can have them!" You snarl feeling tears sting your eyes but you don't let them fall. 

"You don't know what you're talking about" he growls, his face going dark. You felt a shiver run down your spine and your cunt throbs. 

"Oh please I know what I saw" you snarl, you stop trying to fight him knowing that you had no chance of breaking free. 

"It was that blue bitch from the brotherhood. Metal head has a job for me" he growls nuzzling your neck.

"I know what I saw Victor" you snap moving your head back to look him in the eyes. 

"No you don't! You really gonna walk away like jimmy! After everything!" He snaps back, you bite your lip and look down at his chest. He lets you go and takes a step back.

"Victor if you saw what I did you would think the same thing! You two were awfully cozy! And how dare you! I stayed with you when everyone else left!" You snap your anger firing back up at his words and he smirks as your claws extends. You pounce and knock him down and you land on top of him. Before you have the chance to punch him he flips you both over so he's on top and he pins you down.

"You wanna play rough kitten okay" he chuckles and kisses you deeply biting your lip making you moan and he shoves his tongue in your mouth. He lets your hands go and your go into his hair and tug as you kiss him back just as hard and deep. Victor's lips travel down your neck to a mark on your neck, his mark.

"Fuck victor!" You moan an your hips thrust up as he licks your mark making you shiver. Victor pulls back and rips off your shirt and bra his claws leaving little marks behind. You rip open his shirt and you run your claws lightly down his chest to his pants. 

"Your mine kitten" he growls in your ear and you take him off guard and flip him so you're on top. You roll your hips and moan as you smirk down at him. 

"You Victor Creed are mine! I won't share you with another bitch. And if I ever catch you with another bitch again, I'll kill her" you snarl your nails digging into his chest just a bit. Victor snarls and rips your pants before you are once again on your back. 

"When I fuck you, I want you to scream for me" he purrs in your ear as he rubs your clit making you moan and cling to him. You feel his weight shift and then his rough tongue licke between your folds to your clit making you cry out. 

"Oh fuck! Victor!" You cry out and grind your face on his rough tongue.  Your hands go into his hair and you tug when he bites your clit. Victor sucks hard on your cunt and you scarem as you cum hard. 

"I love the way you scream my name when you cum" he grins down at you as he undoes his pants and takes them off. Victor grabs his cock and slowly strokes it. And you lick your lips.

"Fuck me Victor, fuck me hard" you beg him as he stokes his cock.

"I want you to scream for me" he growls, Victor pushes the head of his cock in your cunt and he growls while you moan at being so full. 

"Fuck!" You breathe as he shoves deep into you. He held you roughly as he pounded into you. His claws pricking your skin. 

"Who do you belong to?" He growls, between each word was met with an even harder thrust. 

"YOU! I'm yours Victor! All yours" you cry out your claws digging into his back making him snarl. You lean up and kiss him deeply as you meet his thrusts. 

"I'm gonna fuck you till I put a cub in you. Would you like that? You want to carry my cubs" he growls in your ear and you moan an feel your cunt throb around him from his words. 

"Yes, yes please Victor! I want that so much" you moan and beg as he growls pure filth in your neck and ear as he pounds you into the bed. 

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" he snarls feeling you tighten around him. 

"Please! I'm so close" you beg feeling right there on the edge. 

"Fuckin cum on my cock" he growls as you clamp down on him. 

 "VICTOR!" You scream out as you cum hard, your claws tearing down his back making him snarl as he cums deep inside you. Victor rolls off onto his back trying to catch his breath. You roll over and lay your head on his chest. 

"Your mine" he says once he can speak. 

"Vic-" you start but he cuts you off. 

"No! Everyone leaves! But not you! You promised" he reminds you of that night years ago. You bite your lip and sigh. 

"I'll stay" you tell him, laying your head on his chest, closing your eyes, letting sleep finally take you. 

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #please request #reader smut #x men universe #x men fanfiction #victor creed/you #victor creed smut #victor creed/reader smut #vikingsarmy

[icypenguin]

kinda out of topic but can you please make bubbline fic??? Thank you!^^

➴ෆ⃛⁎ Beach date!

HELLOOO ofcourseee i also open AT requests if anyone wants to! i’m so sorry for the late response T-T plus, it’s my first time wirting a bubbline fic but regardless i hope you do like it so please enjoyyy!

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going on a sunny beach date with your vampire girlfriend is hard, but what if you do it when the sun has fallen?

“bonnieeee do we really have to do this?” marceline whined just as PB was pulling her by the sleeve. “ofcourse! we haven’t got much time for ourselves, and i do have a suprise for youuuu!” she tried to lure marceline by a suprise. “oooh! a suprise? what is it?! what is it?!” she put a finger by marceline’s mouth, telling her to quiet down. “it’s a suprise isn’t it?”. they continued their journey to the beach where marceline was floating and still had princess bubblegum pulling her by the sleeve and holding a basket full of sweets and stuffs.

“ahh we’re finally here!” she stopped pulling marceline by the sleeve and set up the blanket as well as changing to her swimsuit. she sets the basket on the blanket and pulled off her shirt and pants leaving her in her swimsuit.

“come on you goof!” she laughed in joy as she jumped to the water “wheee!- oh cold cold cold!” and… she jumped off the water. “what are you waiting for, marcy?” marceline was watching her with her jaw dropped a little. “well! you don’t expect me to just jump inside the water, do you? besides, i forgot to wear my swimsuit.” she floated in the air, right above PB.

“well i did! besides, cold water can make your brain function even more!” PB exclaimed while bribing marceline to get in the water. “a no is a no, get over it” marceline only laid on the blanket watching the stars. “fine! if you don’t want to… take this!” PB splashed some water to marceline as she laughed. marceline wiped the water from her face and floated.

“oh if you’re so confident, take this!” marceline flew to the water and made a huge splash to PB. “haha! gotchu!” PB made an angry face at marceline “get to the ground! it’s not fair!” she screamed softly at marceline while trying to splash marceline some water. “nope” marceline answered calmly and splashed PB with some more water. PB wiped off the water from her face and pulled marceline by her foot to the water.

“whoa-“ “oof-“ they splashed together right into the water as their whole body got wet. “cold! cold! cold!” marceline exclaimed but PB was above her, clinging to her. she only giggled as marceline froze right on the spot. “marcy, you look like a statue!” “well, it’s not my fault the water is cold as ice king’s breath!” they both laughed in joy while they tried to get above the grounds.

noticing that it was too late and cold to swim, they both laid on the blanket with towels over them. “hey peebs?” “mhm?” “didn’t you mention you had a suprise for me?” marceline sat up a bit to look at PB with a pretty confusing look. “oh yeah! the suprise!” PB’s face lightened up and she rised to get the suprise from the basket. “i know this is not much but…” marceline tried to peek to see what PB was getting for her. “i made this while you were away earlier” she had a soft look on her face while she gave marceline the cinnamon sugar bun. “oh bonnie! you knew what i was craving for! thankyou thankyou thankyou! you’re the best girlfriend ever!” she hugged PB and kissed her all over her face with her sloppy wet lips. they both giggled “marcyyy!” PB tried to catch her breath while being in marceline’s hold. “sorry sorry.. just couldn’t get enough of it” she winked as PB’s face got redder and redder.

“did you not make any for yourself?” marceline asked PB in curiosity. “well.. that was the last cinnamon i could get..” PB held marceline’s hand and caress it. “but it’s okay. i’m not that hungry anyway” and just a moment later, PB’s tummy rumbled in hunger. “well.. guess you’re lying” marceline raised an eyebrow. “i mean.. i guess i am a bit hungry” PB admitted and soon, they both shared the cinnamon bun. aside from that, the stars above the sky were not a harm to look at. the night continued peacefully and quietly, just two lovergirl sitting next to eachother.

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THANKYOU FOR READINGGGG! i hope it goes the way you want it to beee! advices are accepted thankyouuu!

#adventure time #bubbline #princess bubblegum #marceline #marceline x bubblegum #marceline x princess bubblegum #marceline x bonnibel #princess bubblegum x marceline #bubblegum x marceline #marceline and bonnibel #princess bonnibel #marceline adventure time #adventure time fanfic

[synthshenanigans]

HMS OTGW AU

Synopsis of the few episodes that i have planned its a lot of text i apologize + i wrote all this very late yesterday so it might be a lil rough lol.

Also I am very very tempted to write chapters on ao3 about this AU, so if you dont want spoilers on it you prolly dont wanna read the rest. Tho I gonna leave some things out just to save that for the fic. (i cant promise that theyll all be written and posted soon but i will try my best)

tw for depression and suicide (I mean have you seen the album)

Episode 7- For Whom The Bell Tolls

Instead of Laura and Aunite Whispers being there, the house is empty and wanting the get away from the cold, they decide to stay for the night. Soul goes out for firewood and leaves the other 2 to clean up and make a place to sleep in for all of them. They've all been getting along from that point so Soul isnt worrided about anything. Things are fine for awhile, but after searcing around, they find the bell from the original episode. But instead whoever holds the bell, can command another to do whatever the holder wants (kinda like the og bell but slight different). It at first goes fine, Hearts mainly just goofing off and messing around with it for a bit. Though, the concept of one controlling the other starts an arguement (like in the album) and without Soul to calm things down, it eventually breaks into a full fight. When Soul finaly gets back, one of them is just about to kill the other (again like the album). Which leads to a similer fight like TSE and The Bidding but now with Soul going with the fact that since they cant get along, they should just go their separate ways and find their own ways out. In the end none of them stay in the house and all go split up into the woods (which is definitely the best idea to do in the dark winter woods)

Episode 8- Cacophony

Instead of the drug trip dream that Greg has, itd just be the 3 of them trying and failing to go through the woods on their own. Each of them eventually having their breakdowns like in THA, TME and TSE. Leaving them all doing horribly mentally and attempting to sleep in the snow. (Like how Wirt and Greg do). Before Soul can (attempt) to rest, The Beast finds him, wanting to do a trade with him. If Soul were to go steal the lanturn from the Woodsman and become the new lanturn bearer, The Beast would let Heart and Mind go free out of the Unknown. And as long as he keeps the lanturn lit, theyd live happily and finally get along. Saying that as soon as hes even being near the Woodsman, they would already be free. The Beast of course is lying, and plans to kill off Heart and Mind and turn them into edelwood trees. Still, Soul has nothing else to go for, and so begins to search for the Woodsman.

Episode 9 - Into the Unknown

Flashback episode bby. I thought about making HMS go relatively through the same thing Wirt and Greg did (minus the whole Sara and school bit since none of the go to high school being like 20ish years old). Then I instead thought of Whole. (ps gonna try and write Whole as a separate person from CJ, since it feels weird to me to write about him so Wholes kinda his own character in this)

On Halloween, Whole would go through a rough day (one that would likely cause him to split into 3). Being frustrated with a lot of things he decides to take a walk to clear his head. Tho the rainy moody weather of *whatever this takes place* doesn't help his mood at all. Hell it makes it worse if anything. Its now night time and he eventually ends at a cemetary (like in the show).

Suprisingly no one is there, so he takes a break from walking by sitting up top a certain garden wall. At this point, this thoughts are getting worse and more depressing (his thoughts are also now spliting into 2 and then 3 voices). He gets knocked outta his thoughts when the rain really starts to pick up. Tries to get down but falls off on the other side onto train tracks. And like in the show, a train starts to head straight down them. Whole (still not in a good state of mind) stays there and waits for it. Its not till he suddenly feels him throwing himself out of the way almost involuntary. (The "Wait, no please wait!" sorta moment by Heart and Mind). And like Wirt and Greg, he falls into the pond/lake and passes out.

Episode 10 - The Unknown

(im using the stuff i typed last night so if it's incomprehensible and stupid, thats why)

Heart and Mind wake up similer to Wirt (in the snow with the edelwood branches on them). Now with clearer head, the both immediately panic worrying where the other 2 have gone and go looking for them. Heart gets disoriented with the harsh snow and winds, since hes ya know, blind, and ends up on the frozen lake in the show. And just as Mind finds him there, like Wirt, Heart falls into the frozen lake. Mind barely saves him and has another mental breakdown. Heart wakes back up in the middle of it and they have a lil bonding moment (they siblings your honor). They eventually get up and search for Soul. When they finally find him, hes like ONE second away from just fuckin murdering the woodsman for the lanturn. (hes given up at living at this point and just wants the best for Heart and Mind so hes like...less sane than usual) The Beast told Soul they should've already been out by now so Soul is now pissed he was lied to. The Beast gives up and decides to kill all three of them and have the (knocked out) woodsman stay at the bearer. Soul tries to fight it with the woodsmans axe but is too weak to do anything. The Beast and grabs the hatchet and throws Soul against the trees, leaving Heart and Mind to fight it themselves. Mind (and Darrell) can barley fight it off while Heart tries to find the not knowing its near Soul. Beast swats Darrell away and slams Mind into the tree, holding him there. Just as its about to wrap him in edelwood, Heart suddenly is like "haha bitch fear me" thinking he has the hatchet then realizing its actually the lanturn. Mind just slays there for a sec just like "god damnit juno you had ONE fucking job" Tho obviously, The Beast gets immediately pissed, not wanting the fire to burn out. Heart goes through the same realization that Wirt went through of "Why do you even care about the lanturn anyway? Its almost like your spirit is...wait" Beast moves, droppig Mind and threatens Heart. Although scared, Heart finally stands up for himself, tired of being ordered around at what to do. After freeing Soul, Mind then steps in front of Heart now protecting them while Soul uses the hatchet to stand back up in front of both of them. Willing to fight for his life again while also being pissed at the Beast for lying to him (also that it thought it could give him a purpose and tell him what hes supposed to be and do. Basically Soul has the realization he has in Two Wuv) Beast panics and tries threatening them/negotiate with all of them to let it live. Of course it doesnt work and they blow out the lanturn. Soul holds Darrell as Heart and Mind work together to hold Soul up as they finally walk out of the unknown.

Whole wakes up in the hospital in a similar fashion that Greg and Wirt do, reassuring close people that hes alright and just accidentally fell. He wants a bit of time to himself tho to comprehend him almost dying and the weird dream he had. Tho just as hes about to be like "twas all a dream" he finds that Darrell is laying next to him in the bed. The nurse saying that the chicken wouldnt leave him no matter what they tried to do. Darrell luckily didnt get too in the way and they figured it was his so just left him there. Whole then is like "yea...i guess he is" while mentally being like "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS HE REAL??" The nurse leaves him be and he sits there thinking over everything and decides that he is a lot better mentally since that adventure and is happy his selves have gotten better and in turn he himself has gotten better.

Maybe he can talk to the three of them eventually or he gets inspired and starts making a certain album idk. As a wise man once said

Also had the ideas of 1.Heart and Mind being lost in the unknown with Soul as the woodsman trying to help them get back while also trying to save "Whole's" spirit in the lantern and 2.Heart and Mind are lost in the unknown with Soul being the Beast

#my tumblt has been WACK today so this has been stuck in my drafts and wont post #this probably is incomprehensible #if anyone actually reads this and like #made any sense of it but thank you for hearing my dumb little thoughts :} #but im still so glad you're listening you could say #greener my beloved #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #HMS OTGW au #do i rlly need to make a tag for this? idk why not

[coramatus]

Under the City Streets (part 5)

Gijinkas. Gijinkas everywhere.

For reverse gijinkas, read part 4

Volo runs out of leads and admits that they have to visit the City now. Emmet perks up, eager to finally get a look at this city that somehow convinced Ingo he belonged in the Unknown. Volo tells him not to hold his breath. Citizens of the City are xenophobic and are intolerant of having cursed folk in their midst. Volo can lead Emmet there, but he can’t stay for long.

Emmet thinks about it and wordlessly grabs Volo and stuffs him down his shirt. Volo flips out but Emmet says this way they can stay together, so long as Volo doesn’t act up. Besides, it’s better if they stay together since they’re friends.

Volo doesn’t admit it, but he’s a bit touched by the sentiment. He reluctantly acquiesces to Emmet’s screwy plan.

The two enter the City, Emmet calmly bearing the odd looks from residents. Quietly observing his surroundings, Emmet notes that things seem painfully antiquated to him, closer to his grandparents’ time than his own. Yes, there’s electricity and cars, but they’re so old-fashioned he’s surprised Ingo honestly thought this was his station, amnesia notwithstanding.

He asks Volo questions under his breath, curious about the colorful people he sees around him. People here must really like Pokémon since he’s spotting a lot of colors and patterns in their clothes attributable to certain species. Actually… There’s something a little off about the people here. Not in a malevolent way, but more like they seem a bit uncomfortable in their own skin. Volo stays quiet for once, not really having anything he wants to say on the matter.

Like Wirt and Beatrice, Emmet asks Volo about his little slip-up about being cursed. Volo admits that he’s supposed to be human too. Emmet isn’t sure what to say to that, so he just blandly comments ‘well that sucks’. Volo bitches him out for it (‘I bare my heart and soul to you and this is how you treat me?!’ 8’/) so Emmet asks why. Volo gets a bit embarrassed and tells Emmet that he was cursed into a Starly as divine punishment for trying to break space-time.

“Oh, did you?” Emmet snort-chuckles, “Well then you deserve this.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Serves you right. I like my space-time continuum just the way it is.”

“I was trying to make a better world!”

“By wiping billions of sentient lifeforms out of existence! Yes, that makes perfect sense.” >8)

Volo pecks Emmet in the belly button in retaliation, only to get squished when that makes Emmet double over. When this earns him even more weird looks from people, Emmet laughs it off as a result of his food violently disagreeing with him. People noticeably keep an even wider berth from him after that, as if afraid he’ll lose his dinner at any second.

Which works for him. At least he can keep talking to his friend with much less eavesdropping. So he prompts an embarrassed, ruffled Volo to tell him if he knows how to break the curse. Maybe he can help!

Volo says that all he knows to move on from this curse is that he has to right a wrong he didn’t know he committed against someone. But he’s been at this for decades, stuck helping damn near everyone he finds. Emmet is just his latest one.

But something occurs to Emmet.

Starly lifespans aren’t all that long unless they evolve.

He thinks back to the Garchomp incident, when Volo flew directly into its mouth and got eaten. Volo seemed fine afterwards, just annoyed, and Emmet figured he hadn't been in there long enough to suffocate.

But now…

“Volo, does your curse make you immortal too?” Emmet asks.

Volo goes quiet before he sighs, admitting that it does.

“I’ve died in far too many ways to list, far too many times to count. It doesn’t matter if it was an accident or on purpose. Every damn time, I wake up again. Still just a tiny, little bird,” Volo sighs. There’s no bitterness or resentment, just the exhausted resignation that only comes when faced with a truly futile task, any anger long drained out of him. Emmet feels Volo’s small form huddle against his stomach, “I thought I understood what true suffering was at the beginning of this. Turns out all of that was just a drop in the bucket compared to what I’ve been through since.”

Emmet doesn’t know what to say.

So, he puts a hand over Volo’s hidden form, gently petting him through his clothing.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually manages.

“Don’t be. It was my fault,” Volo says, the years weighing heavy on his voice.

The two remain quiet as Emmet walks through the City. Deciding they need something to distract themselves with, Emmet looks around, observing the curious blend of architecture around him.

Then one shop catches Emmet’s attention, noticeable because it’s the only one with a gaudy neon sign. It advertises Unovan diner food despite looking like it largely fits in with the more Hisuian building style. Figuring this is as good a place as any to start, Emmet steps in.

He finds what could be described as a diner in a Hisuian-style log cabin with 1920’s and 1950’s Unovan elements sprinkled throughout. There’s electric lighting, a small stage where a band is hanging out, and the smell of fried potatoes and pizza permeating the air.

And about a dozen, eccentrically dressed people who are all now openly staring at Emmet.

Emmet nervously says hi and introduces himself.

Against him, he feels Volo slap his own face with a wing.

To their surprise, the diner’s patrons offer him a warm friendly greeting before going back to their business while badly concealing their interest in him.

Volo finds that weird but isn’t given a chance to voice this when a woman approaches Emmet. She’s a stout rotund lady with round yellow-tinted glasses in a frilly, purple, striped diner uniform. She introduces herself as Shandy the Hostess and offers to seat Emmet at the counter, which he readily accepts.

(This is in fact Chandelure. Neither she or Emmet consciously recognize each other but there is a faint sense of familiarity that can’t be explained. Actually, he gets that sense with everyone in the diner…)

She leaves him with a menu that he can’t read. After turning it around a few times, another patron takes pity on him and hands him a menu in Galarian script. He introduces himself as Eli the Electrician (actually Eelektross) and asks for Emmet’s identity.

Emmet does his usual ‘I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss’ speech but Eli doesn’t seem satisfied by that answer. He’s not sure what ‘Subway Boss’ means exactly since underground rail travel hasn't been introduced there. So he wants to know what Emmet is about.

This throws Emmet for a loop. ‘Subway Boss’ has always been his go-to answer, so to have it rejected is a lot. He opts to say that he’s a conductor but the eavesdropping diner patrons misinterpret that to mean a musical conductor. Despite his attempts to correct them, they work themselves up into a song. The little motley band even improvs a tune.

Said song basically introduces every patron, their name and title to silly effect. (And yes, they are Emmet and Ingo’s Unova teams turned gijinkas):

Chandelure, Shandy, the Hostess

Eelektross, Eli, the Electrician

Galvantula, Tulla, the Nanny

Archeops, Archer, the Reporter

Garbodor, Grace, the Cook

Excadrill, Drusilla, the Miner

Haxorus, Xandra, the Lumberjack

Durant, Durham, the Watchmaker, band member

Crustle, Cris, the Geologist, band member

Boldore, Doreen, the Intern, band member

Klinklang, Langford, the Mechanic, band member

Gurdurr, Gertie, the Assistant, band member

Hopelessly confused, Emmet decides to treat this the way he treats buskers: polite befuddlement (‘That sure is a music! …Neat!’ 👍).

Volo is speechless. Almighty Sinnoh, what is happening. This is a new angle to this nightmare he could never have conceived of.

The patrons finish their song, leaving Emmet more confused than ever, but hey, at least he knows who everyone is now? Eli cheerfully hopes that helps and leaves Emmet to order his food.

(Although now that Emmet thinks about it, he doesn’t have an appetite. Though… when was the last time he ate? He hasn’t felt hungry in a while. Weird…)

Volo tries to get Emmet to leave (the musical act was just too much), but Emmet hasn’t asked anyone about his brother yet. Volo insists that he get on with it then, he wants out of here.

Emmet gets up and starts to ask but gets interrupted by the Highwayman. Who is completely unchanged from Over the Garden Wall. He does his song and dance while Emmet and Volo stare, speechless. (This is a running joke I have in all my OtGW AUs. Because I think I’m funny.)

Volo decides he officially hates this place.

Needing a moment to regroup, Emmet sits back down to muse over things. Volo again presses him to leave. However, Emmet is stubborn. He’s not leaving until he learns what they might know about Ingo. Volo says they can ask literally anyone else but Emmet just has a gut feeling he might find some answers here. Like these people might know Ingo too.

Maybe if he talked to them one-on-one…

He weighs his options and settles on approaching Tulla the Nanny, who is indeed busy minding a herd of rambunctious little kids that remind him of hyped up Joltiks.

But when he greets her, she gives him a puzzled look, asking if they’ve met before. Emmet is pretty sure they haven't and says as much. But she insists that she’s seen his face before. Pouncing on that opening, he asks if perhaps she means his twin brother, who she probably saw skulking around in the woods like a dork.

To his disappointment, she hasn’t. In fact, she tells him that no one goes near the woods if they can help it. It’s too dangerous out there, it’s far safer to just stay in the City.

Emmet starts to ask what she means when the sound of a plate breaking cuts in. They look up to find two of the kids frozen in the middle of messing around, their eyes wide and staring at their nanny with guilt. Tulla sharply admonishes the kids, warning them that if they keep it up, the Beast will come and steal them away into the forest, never to be seen again.

As Tulla walks over to deal with the mess, Emmet expresses his disappointment in her answer. Volo just shrugs, reminding Emmet that he did call the people here xenophobic. It makes sense that they’d fear the woods too. So they might as well get out of here, he urges.

However as Emmet observes the patrons, he notices how music seems to catch everyone’s attention better than anything else. Even the Highwayman got cheers and applause. A nugget of an idea forms in his head and he decides to improvise. Emmet is no musician but he paid enough attention in his high school band class to remember a few things (he played trumpet and Ingo was on flute; Ingo did great while Emmet only got a passing grade by the skin of his teeth and spite).

By the time Volo catches on it’s already too late.

Emmet hops onto the band’s stage and takes hold of the microphone, loudly announcing that he’ll be performing a rousing rendition of ‘Have You Seen My Brother?’

To Volo’s endless embarrassment, Emmet point-and-calls his way into conducting the band to play a tune as he breaks into an improvised song. Emmet is decidedly off-key but his enthusiasm is enough to get the diner patrons to clap along.

In the song, Emmet asks if they’ve seen his brother and lists out Ingo’s traits. He starts off with simple details but as he goes on, he gets cheeky and starts making fun of Ingo. Just silly things two brothers would pick on each other for, like that time Ingo yelled so loud it ended in a lawsuit, or the time he farted while the train’s speaker was still on, or the time Emmet dared him to pole dance on the Battle Subway and some challengers accidentally walked in on him doing so very badly.

Volo’s patience snaps and he decides he’s done. He starts to wriggle his way out of Emmet’s clothes and winds up in one of his sleeves. He tries to carefully time his escape, hoping no one will notice him leaving.

Meanwhile, Emmet is having a great time, the crowd cheering him on and calling him the Conductor. As his ditty winds down, Emmet is disappointed to find that like Tulla, no one’s seen Ingo. The patrons offer to keep an eye out for him and Emmet decides that’s the best he’s getting. He’s ready to leave it at that until he gets calls for an encore. Deciding it can’t hurt, Emmet obliges with a wide flourish of his arms…

…And accidentally sends Volo flying out of his sleeve. The Starly hits the floor with a great big curse and the whole diner falls silent.

The reaction is… not great.

Shandy immediately gets the broom and tries to chase Volo out, insisting that cursed folk are not allowed, to which Volo delivers the Beatrice line “Curse you, lady, curse you! You’ll die someday and I’ll laugh! Laugh!!”

Before the situation escalates, Emmet stands protectively in front of Volo. He asks them to not hurt the Starly, vouching for Volo to stay with him. He’s a friend! He’ll take responsibility if Volo does anything wrong.

There’s muttering from everyone but Shandy reluctantly agrees, stating it’s only because Emmet is a good old Unovan boy that they’ll make an exception. Emmet thanks her and Volo is a bit too stunned to say anything. He’s never had anyone stand up for him like that before.

As Emmet scoops up a quiet Volo, he demands to know what everyone has against cursed people. It’s not like curse victims are contagious.

Shandy insists it’s bad luck. And in the Unknown, bad luck attracts very bad things.

Sure enough, this sets off another song. But unlike the jaunty tunes from before, this one is a grim, haunting rendition of ‘The Beast is Out There’.

“For once your will begins to spoil / He'll turn you to a tree of oil / And use you in his lantern to burn.”

The final lyrics leave Emmet unsettled.

Ingo had been messing around with a tree of oil… and he had that freaky lantern…

Could Ingo possibly…?

This proves too much for Emmet and he abruptly leaves the diner, a false smile straining his face. The patrons try to call after him but he doesn’t stop. When he walks clear of the building, he ducks behind a wall, needing a moment to calm himself down.

Volo is surprised at his reaction and tries to find out what’s wrong. Emmet worries that his brother is somehow this Beast they were warned about. To his surprise, Volo firmly says that no, there’s absolutely no way his brother can be the Beast.

Because the Beast is something else entirely.

While this is a relief, Emmet also realizes that this means the Beast is apparently a very real threat. He asks Volo why he never mentioned it before. Volo just says that the Beast isn’t a problem so long as one isn’t alone. And since Volo is sticking with Emmet, they ought to be fine.

Emmet’s not sure he buys that, but says nothing.

They fall into an awkward silence until Volo asks Emmet why he stood up for him in the diner. Emmet’s answer comes easily enough: because Volo is his friend and he cares about him.

Volo’s not sure how to handle that. So he tells Emmet he wants to split for a little while. He has some stuff he needs to think about and wants to be alone for it. Emmet accepts his excuses easily enough and promises he won’t leave the City’s limits without him. He watches as Volo flies off before making his own way through the City.

As Emmet aimlessly wanders the streets, not really absorbing anything, a hand reaches out of an alley and grabs him by the face and yanks him in. Emmet is about to fight back but his assailant hurriedly shushes him and begs him not to make a scene. They just want to talk but don't want to be seen doing so. He’ll be released, just don’t freak out, ok?

Emmet nods warily and he is let go. He spins around to find a man holding his hands up in a weird way. His assailant is dressed in purple and red, particularly notable is a pointy ended cape. A pair of yellow bifocal glasses sit perched on a rather flat nose. He notes fangs and claw-like nails along with a weird knobby belt with a pincer-looking object attached.

(Emmet doesn’t know it but he’s talking to Ingo’s Gliscor)

The anxious not-mugger, who goes by Cory, asks Emmet for his help. He’s been searching high and low for someone but he can’t exactly remember who. His memory is fuzzy and incomplete and he’s feeling terribly confused. Emmet asks what does this have to do with him? What's so special about him? Cory nervously reveals that Emmet’s face is familiar to him. Painfully familiar. Only his expression is wrong because the person he’s looking for bears a frown, not a smile.

Emmet excitedly puts it together that he’s referring to Ingo! How does he know him? Cory’s face lights up at hearing his name. Yes! Ingo! That’s his name! But then he grows upset as he has a very hard time remembering the nature of their relationship. He says it was something like a mentor or coach. He learned a lot from him and had been under his guidance when… well, when they suddenly woke up in the city with no memory of how they got there. They’ve been living life as best they can, but it’s hard when they can tell that everything is… wrong.

Emmet asks what he means by ‘wrong’ but all Cory can express is that it’s like when you don’t feel shaped right. Like you’re missing body parts or you’re not having the right proportions.

“I… can’t say I’ve ever felt that way…” Emmet replies cautiously.

“Really? Just about everyone in the City feels that way. Maybe this is a bad sample size…” Cory muses, tapping his thumb against his fingers with noticeable anxiety.

It doesn’t take much to convince Emmet to come back with Cory to his place, a rundown apartment block on the outskirts of the City. There, Emmet meets Cory’s family, who are in the same boat as him. They’ve been stuck there for the past three years and while they’ve largely adjusted to life here, they still have their moments of wrongness. Like Cory, their memories of Ingo are vague but positive and are eager to learn more.

Ingo’s Hisuian team human names:

Gliscor, Cory

Machamp, Champlain

Tangrowth, Tang

Magnezone, Magnus

Probopass, Gaucho

Alakazam, Zameron

Emmet provides some answers: who Ingo is, what he’s like, and his own relationship to him. He’s careful to omit the Woodsman business since he doesn’t really want to talk about it and it’s only going to confuse matters. The only thing he can’t answer is why they were all separated.

As Cory and his family share their faint impressions of Ingo, Emmet starts to put it together that he might not be dealing with actual humans but transformed Pokémon. The way they speak of Ingo is closer to how a Pokémon would speak of a good trainer.

The idea is so insane that Emmet isn’t sure if or how to bring it up. He almost doesn’t want to believe it. But if humans can be turned into Pokémon in the Unknown, then certainly the reverse could be true too. And if these were in fact Ingo’s Pokémon turned human then… could the same have happened to his own Pokémon? Thinking back to the diner patrons, he can’t shake the impression that they were. Chandelure and Shandy, Eelektross and Eli, Galvantula and Tulla, it was uncanny how well they matched…

He’s so deep in thought that Emmet almost misses Tang’s worried observation of a fire in the distance. As the others turn to look, the large blue-haired man notes that the fire seems to be burning where that creepy Edelwood popped up a few days ago.

Upon hearing the word Edelwood, Emmet immediately leaps to his feet and runs out, thanking his new friends for their help as he makes a beeline to the burning tree.

If his hunch is right, then maybe he can bring back this team’s trainer as well…

Part 6

Bonus:

Ingo’s gjinka’d Pokemon are neighbors to Volo’s gijinka’d Pokémon, who have been human so long they’ve almost forgotten they didn't start that way

Togekiss, Ms. Toga

Garchomp, Gary

Spiritomb, Mr. Toombs

Lucario, Lucian

Roserade, Rosie

Arcanine, Arleen

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #over the garden wall #under the city streets au #submas #subway boss emmet #volo #starly #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #woodsman ingo #pokemon gijinka #chandelure #eelektross #galvantula #gliscor #coramatus’s writing #the most absurd part yet #tw: minor suicide mention

[piningoverapines]

love can burn like a cigarette

summary: Wirt has had a crush on Sara since he was 14, and he's now 19. after meeting up with her at a college party, by accident, they catch up.

warnings: cigarette usage 

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“Come on,” one of Wirt’s classmates begged, “it's just one party. What, would you rather stay home and…   I don't know, sit around?” 

Wirt gave a weak smile. “fine” he spoke coldly, he loathed parties, they were too noisy for his liking, and all people did was get drunk and hook up. 

As soon as he entered the door, he regretted his choice, and after chatting for a while, he went outside for a quick smoke. It was just to ease his nerves, and no one could see him.

The night was delicate, and he didn't want to shatter its quiet. He took a hit of his cigarette and exhaled softly, watching the smoke leave his mouth.

“Do you have a lighter?” a gentle feminine voice came from behind him, he jolted back slightly out of shock, and hurriedly grabbed a cheap Bic lighter from his jean pockets, before passing it to the woman. 

“Thanks,” she hummed, she then fumbled with it for a while, but it refused to light. She scoffed, making a “eughhh” sound under her breath. 

“Here,” the boy muttered with the cigarette still in his mouth, he took it out, tapped on it to get rid of any ash, and lit the girl's cigarette using his flame.

As he looked up at the girl his gut sank in realization, and his face went pale.

“Wirt?!” the girl sputtered.

Her name was Sara, Wirt's former crush from ninth grade. She had beautiful black curls that went down to her collarbones, and her voice remained as soft and sweet as before, just a bit more baritone. She had grown taller since then. She smelled of sandalwood and roses, a bold contrast against Wirt’s scent of cigarettes, tea and pen ink.

“S-Sara? What are you doing here?” he questioned, his cigarette still burning. His face slowly got veiled in a light shade of red.

"the same thing you are, some friends dragged me along" she smiled while taking a hit of her cigarette, she couldn't help but notice that Wirt was now taller than her.

"heh, um, hey are you still friends with Jason?" Wirt wondered, saying "Jason" like it was an illness. 

"Please don't tell me you still hate him" she teased "we're still friends, I guess. we barely talk." 

"n-no, It just um, it just crossed my mind." he faltered, knowing that he was lying. 

"Why did you hate him?" she asked, exhaling a puff of smoke. 

"I um, I used to have a crush on you," he muttered, "a-and I thought you liked Jason so I hated him for it."

"I even made this- shit!" he quickly dropped his cigarette and stomped it out, he looked at his index and middle finger, he had let the cigarette burn, almost forgetting that it was there, and it had seared his fingers. he cleared his throat while holding his fingers "I even made this cheesy tape with poetry and clarinet on it" he laughed softly.

"Do you still have it?" Sara questioned eagerly, wanting to hear his words of admiration.

"i-i think I might-- back in my dorm..." he confessed, "are you sure you want to hear it though? it's... really bad." he searched his pockets for a pack of cigarettes, hoping to light a new one to relieve his nerves again, but all he found was an empty box.

"Here, have mine," Sara insisted, and removed her cigarette from her mouth, handing it to him. "as long as I get to hear this tape." 

he nodded stupidly, caught up in a daze. it wasn't until he finished the cigarette that he realized.

he flicked the cigarette butt out the window, and nervously tapped on the steering wheel. He hadn't even recognized that he was in his car until then.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" he questioned once more, remembering the fact that the tape was twenty-two minutes long. "It's really long and cheesy..." he blushed.

"I don't mind" she smiled "you know, some classmates told me about the tape" she mentioned as if it was an afterthought.

he tensed up in shock, when did they tell her? "o-oh, really?" he stuttered out

"yeah, like a week after Halloween," she said, looking out the car windows, "I thought it was sweet"

he felt like he was about to puke, she thought it was sweet. 

"i- um..." he squeaked "I wish I knew that then”

“Hm?” Sara hummed, not believing her ears.

“i- I said I wish I knew that then” he repeated, a red hue spreading across his face. “I didn't think I deserved you, I mean if we ever did date.”

“Why?” she inquired, never picking up on these feelings before.

“I-I don't know” he sighed, he did know, she was (and still is) pretty, confident and sweet, and he was awkward, dorky and rather melodramatic. “You were, um, sweet a-and pretty. And you were so confident.”

She smiled softly in return “do you still think that?” 

He stammered trying to respond, It was impossible for him to say no, yet he wouldn't dare say yes. 

“I-I mean- yeah?” he hesitated, attempting to sound kind, but not too kind. 

“R-really?” Sara's attention snapped back as she turned her head to look at Wirt, and a faint maroon could be seen spreading across her cheeks. 

He nodded, too flustered to reply with words. He had just admitted to finding her pretty. 

“Oh, Thanks,” she replied, and you could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s actually really nice to hear from you. Means a lot, you know?” 

“W-Why?” he questioned out of pure curiosity. “Why does it mean a lot, I mean.”

“I mean, you know how you write poetry? Yeah. poets just- I’d believe one if they called me pretty,” she confessed, making eye contact with him through the rearview mirror. 

He smiled, a dorky smile that Sara loved dearly. He had the type of smile that leaves you mesmerized, the kind that you couldn't get enough of. He was so strangely loveable. Like a wilting flower, or unfinished poetry. 

“T-thanks” he replied “I… think I say thanks to that…” 

She giggled.

“When’d you stop liking me?” Sara continued to question him, he hesitated, not knowing what to say, he could tell her that he never stopped liking her (which was sadly true.), or lie, but what would he say? That it just ended, randomly? That he doesn't lay sleepless at night imagining what could’ve been? That he doesn’t still write poetry about her? 

“I... I um, I think, maybe- no… I, I don't think-” Wirt’s ears and cheeks had turned red “I… d-didn't.”

The car had come to a stop, they were in the parking lot of the dorm building.

“Oh,” Sara said. “wow.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out or anythin-” Wirt was stopped by Sara’s hands grabbing the collar of his shirt, her lips felt his, his hands went to Sara’s hips, and he gradually let his eyes close. He could feel her smile during the kiss. It was something he had never felt before, not the smile, but the kiss, and yes, he was ashamed that he was 19 and still hadn't had his first kiss, well, up until now. His pages and pages of poetry could never define this feeling, he wished he could stay in this moment, never leaving Sara’s side. She put one of her hands to his cheek, cupping it. 

The instant Sara’s lips parted from his, Wirt’s eyes started to water, he didn't know why, or how to stop it, he drew his hands away to hide his face, shame is too weak of a word to describe how he felt, he was mortified. He had finally had his first kiss, and instead of being sweet, or charming, he cried. He fucking cried. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Wirt began muttering under his breath as he tried to calm himself down. 

“It's okay, it's okay.” Sara cooed as she held his hand, reassuring him that he wasn't embarrassing himself. He had begun to calm down, as Sara squeezed his hand, grounding him, taking him away from his worries. 

“T-Thank you.” he smiled softly, wiping tears out of his eyes, he wasn't a long crier, usually just a minute or two and he was done, he had been accused of doing it for attention, when he was younger, because of it. “I-Its getting really late, I should just drive you home...” 

“No- no it's okay, I can sleep over, I mean- if you're okay with that.” Sara smiled, and Wirt gave a weak smile back. 

Their walk consisted of embarrassing stories, wirt telling her how many times he tried to get her attention, and how many times he chickened out trying to ask her out, and Sara told him how many times she tried to flirt with him, only for him to get too flustered to give an actual reply.

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[minnsune]

Color Me Blue [Wirt x Reader] (Pt. 1 of 2)

Both of you are lying on the floor of Wirt’s room the evening after Halloween, staring at the ceiling while listening to the cassette tape he had made for you when he first got a crush on you. You both quietly felt each other’s company. Your heads are both next to each other, but you are lying in opposite directions, looking upside down from his perspective. His face is red as he subtly looks at your reaction to the music and poetry he recited on the tape, embarrassed by it. You turn your head to face him and smile as Wirt blushes and he looks at you. He fidgets his hands as if wanting to hold your hand but doesn’t want to make the move out of fear. You sigh taking note of this and took his hand in yours. Wirt’s face flushes, becoming more red than before. He smiles as he looks into your eyes. He squeezes your hand and holds onto it. His hand is soft and warm, which is in contrast to his usually reserved demeanor. But now he is showing much more affection, and it is very much welcome. The tape finished almost as soon as they held hands and she took the chance to say something."Wirt, that was really nice..." you say as she sat up to look at him. Wirt slowly sits up with you, still holding onto your hand. He smiles and looks into your eyes. His face is still bright red and he is nervous to speak, but you can tell from his gaze that he wants to say so much. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, his younger brother, Greg, came in. "[N/N]!" the young boy said using the nickname most everyone called her. "I found your pen!" Wirt’s face fell as Greg entered the room. He lets go of your hand and sits forward, trying to not look bothered, not wanting to show any jealousy, but you can tell he is. He was glad that the tape ended when it did instead of playing another two minutes of romantic poetry. No matter what is happening, he still finds a way to get jealous of him. You glance over to Wirt taking notice of this and decide to help. You walked over to Greg pat the preschooler on the head and took the pen he had extended out for you. "Thanks, Greg, I've been looking for this!" Greg put his hands on his hips and smiled with pride. “Jason Funderburker helped me find it!” You furrow a brow at this. “Jason Funderburker? The one who likes Sarah?” He shook his head and pulled out a frog from behind him, “Nope! This Jason Funderburker!” He said pointing to the frog as it croaked. You smile down at him and kneel to his height. “Thanks for finding my pen, Greg. But, Wirt and I are trying to talk right now, so I can’t hang out with you. I definitely will once we’re done though!” The boy nods excitedly and runs off with ‘Jason Funderburker’ and spouts out a made-up song. Wirt sighs, watching Greg leave the room. He turns his body so he is facing you again with your heads close together as you lay on the ground. “I’m sorry Greg interrupted us.” Wirt’s tone is remorseful but he’s quite happy at the fact that Greg left the room. Once you are the only two in the room, Wirt wants to take advantage of this and speak in peace. "No need to apologize," you say, "what were you trying to say?"

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[askthemysterkids]

The Kids have been teleported into the world of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon! What kind of Pokemon would they be?

I'll be honest, I've been holding off on this one a lot. I don't tend to play Pokemon, even then it was Brick Bronze (anyone remember that game that got shut down?), Magikarp Jump, and Pokemon Go.

So, how about I set up the types, and if you guys say it looks good, I'll look into those Pokemon? I just want to make sure I get this right.

Now that the excuse is out of the way, answers!

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Dipper: Grass and Psychic? I'm thinking this because of the fact that his spot on the wheel is "pine tree" and the fact that he deals with the strange. Though, would it be fun if he was Psychic because Bill possessed him? Like, if he was just Grass before? That would be fun. :)

Mabel: I'm definitely thinking Fairy for her.

Coraline: Water and Ghost. I was debating Fighting but I think Ghost would work better. Water because of the whole water witch thing and Ghost because of the Beldam and ghost children.

Wybie: I'm definitely thinking Metal and maybe Ghost? Maybe Bug instead of Ghost. Bug because of slugs, Ghost because he does seem to possibly have a connection with some of the Beldam stuff through his grandmother, the Cat, and that hand via Coraline.

Norman: Ghost and Electric for sure! This is flat out through his ancestors!

Neil: Normal and Fairy maybe? I'm not sure. He's a support type.

Raz: Psychic and Water. Legitimately because he's a psychic and he's Maligula's grandchild.

Lili: Psychic and Fire. Again, due to her being a psychic, and her specialty being fire.

Wirt: I tend to associate him with Grass and Ghost. Or just straight up Deerling.

Greg: Grass and Water? Frog Pokemon. (Or Phantump for a darker thing...)

Luz: I will need a bit of help here but I'm thinking Normal and Dark because she's a human learning demon magic.

Anne: Bug and Fighting? Bug and Water? I think this works? I'm thinking frogs and her using her sword. Maybe Bug and Fairy?

Marcy: Water and Psychic? Psychic sounds smart. Water was very prominent in Newtopia too.

Sasha: Fighting and Bug? Fighting for sure. Maybe Fighting and Normal.

Also realizing that for the Calamity trio, Grass can also fit... Crud.

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