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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.29

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Warnings: short chapter

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Carmen keeps her gaze fixed outside the window, watching Edward's dark gray Volvo leave their driveway and back into the thicket of trees that lined the way up to the house from the main stretch of road. He'd probably still be able to hear their thoughts until he was miles away.

In the living room with her are the rest of the Denali clan, Irina being the only one sitting. Her eyes, which were starting to turn to a black hunger, swivel from her sisters to the other two. While her talk with Carmen went well enough to calm her down, Irina was still opposed to the idea with working with the wolves. To her they were just mindless beasts that had no humanity, even though that was far from the truth. The rest of them knew that the wolves were more human than any of them were.

Irina, already having a feeling of what was to come, was reaffirmed in her suspicions when Kate takes a seat too close to her on the couch. Ready to reach over and deploy her supernatural gift.

Tanya clears her throat, apprehensive of how this would go. “We don’t want to do this, Irina, but we can’t trust you. Not if you’re still thinking about going to the Volturi.”

Her lips purse together, hands that were on her knees curl up into fists as she regards someone she considered a sister. “So you’re putting me under house arrest?”

“Until you can genuinely promise us that you won’t do anything harmful to the Cullens or the wolves of La Push. Right now, we can’t afford to let you run free.”

Traumatized after watching Sasha be decapitated by the Volturi, Irina was obviously under the complete control of the Volturi’s fear mongering. Any transgression against the law of the Volturi should be meted out by punishment. The wolves were one thing. Going against a promise made to the mega coven was on another level. The Cullens, and Bella for that matter should be reported to them since Bella was no longer willing to keep her end of the bargain. She couldn’t step into their world and stay a soft, weak human. And she was the one who couldn’t be trusted. Bella wouldn’t be the first human to blab about the existence of vampires.

“Why are we putting our own lives for people we don’t even know?” Her tone rises to a higher pitch as her desperation and hysteria were beginning to leak out. “What has this Bella girl or even this new girl done for us? We’ll only get the wrath of Aros and the others! Chelsea can easily-“

“No more, Irina.” Tanya snapped, even making Carmen stand a little straighter. Tanya could get truly ugly when she’s at a boiling point. She was the closest to Sasha, related by blood to her and having spent the most time with her, was particularly mortified by Sasha’s execution by the Volturi.

Never verbally agreed upon, Tanya was the leader; the one to make the big decisions due to her seniority.

Irina, acknowledging the hierarchy in their clan, winces in submission and simmers down. But there was resentment brewing in the depths of her gaze.

“We’re doing this because it is the right thing and because the Cullens are our closest allies. How many times have they come to our aid? They helped us get started here. Helped us to get into our vegetarian lifestyle.” Tanya tries to explain to Irina. “And they’re good. Even (y/n) and I’m sure the others in her pack. They alone were the ones to rise up when Victoria was a threat to the safety of Bella and the community of Forks.”

Carmen and Eleazar nod in mutual agreement. “We met them. They just want the best for the people they’re sworn to protect. The wolves aren’t just animals. They have their humanity intact.”

“Even Bella was a truthful and considerate person. She knows what she’s doing but has to stay true to herself. If Edward and (y/n) are fated to be together, then she felt she had to step down. Bella will not tell anyone.” Eleazar adds.

At this point, nothing they said could satisfy Irina. She was stuck in her grief and the thrall of what she deemed injustice.

With Kate planted next to her though there wasn’t much she could do about her situation but stew. Unbeknownst to anyone else in her coven, a war was be waged in Irina’s heart. On one side were those of her coven-mates. The other was a blob of toxic hate, curling it’s tentacles in her belly.

She didn’t know who would win in the end.

You were sent home with extra pancakes to eat on the road. Managing to eat all of them within the following two hours, you regret not eating them sparingly to last you the entire trip. So you pry more information about the Volturi from Edward. Apparently last year he’d gone to Italy where the Volturi established the center of their coven. At that point of his life he didn’t want to live anymore thinking that Bella was dead. He knew if he transgressed against Volturi law that they would kill him.

You should have felt uncomfortable when he spoke of her. Maybe you should have even felt jealous. Imprinting possibly had something to do with it. When you couldn’t come up with a concrete answer, you tend to blame it on imprinting.

Bella was his first love.

The Volturi had tried to recruit Edward for many years due to his special powers as well as Alice. Vampires that were in possession of such skills were revered in the Volturi. That was another reason why they were a formidable force and the largest coven in the world.

A reminder that they could wipe out your pack easily if they desire.

Not just your pack, all of Forks.

“Do you really think with enough allies we can win?” Even with Evita’s help, you worry that it won’t be enough. The Volturi sound vast in their power and unstoppable in regard to number of members.

Edward doesn’t pretend like it’s not a possibility that everyone could be slaughtered. Even he finds himself doubting the ability of being able to persuade the Volturi to change their mind let alone defeat them. There were many specially skilled vampires in the Volturi. Excellent trackers and those who specialized in espionage and total carnage.

There were vampires employed with the Volturi who had such unique skills, that it wasn’t a wonder how they had garnered so many members. In particular a female vampire named Chelsea and Marcus were detrimental to ensuring that they remain loyal to the three vampires who ran with an iron fist.

“Chelsea can influence emotional ties that people feel toward one another. Love, loyalty, hate. . . She has the ability to strengthen and break bonds. Many other vampire covens have been destroyed thanks to her power. Her job is made easier with Marcus who can see relationships and connections.” Even Edward was smart enough to fear them. You hear it in the grave tone that sends chills up your arms. Like they could already be watching you.

Unconsciously you toy with the charm Evita had made you. You didn’t know if it worked, but it gave you a soothing placebo. None of the Denali members mention or even noticed it.

“But I wouldn’t give up on our cause just yet.” He shoots you a small smile. “Carlisle and Jasper have been talking about looking up some old friends. There are many others that oppose the rule of the Volturi. I’m sure the Romanian coven would be all too happy to kill a few Volturi members if possible.”

The edges of your eyes round. “Like Transylvania Romania?”

He laughs and it’s such a pure sound that it has your heart aching to hear it again. “Well kind of. Their coven was formed even before Romania was formed. They’re the oldest coven out there but unfortunately it’s just two left now. The others were killed by the Volturi.”

You chew on your bottom lip before asking “Is there really no other coven as big as them?”

Solemnly he shakes his head. “Our kind are mostly nomadic. It really isn’t that often that we find other clans.”

Whether the others in your pack would agree with you or not, you’d started to consider the Cullens and the wolves one large family unit. You and Edward were finally bridging the gap between the two. With time maybe the others would think like you too.

With both wolves and vampires, your mixed coven would potentially be the strongest; even enough to make the Volturi nervous.

”It still feels odd to drive into La Push without worrying about breaking the treaty.” Edward muses as he pulls out of the highway. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.”

You chuckle and in the distance you catch the long howl of one of your packmates. A welcome as well as alerting the others that their sister was back home where she belongs. Above the treetops and mountains, the sky was already a vibrant array of purples, pinks, and orange. The drive was just as long coming back but due to Edward’s fast driving you still made a record time. You couldn’t wait to stretch your legs and run in your furs.

Edward caught the howl to and hums. “Do you know who that is?”

Your lips curl into a smile as you nod. “Yeah. That was Collin. I can tell by the whiney quality in it.”

While the original plan was to drop you off at your house so that you could reassure your parents that all went well, but there’s a curtain that descends over Edward’s face. Instead he drives the car straight to Sam’s residence.

You sit up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

”Evita still doesn’t know about Jacob, right?”

You didn’t like where this was leading to. “Right. . .”

As the car pulls up into Sam’s driveway you see an unfamiliar car out front beside Sam’s vehicle.

Now you could catch the scent of not just Jacob, but Bella and Evita as well.

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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Some excitement and enthusiasm from the MCC 23 Lime Llamas!

The panic and excitement from Antfrost when he was able to sub in, as well as his determination to be PGfrost

Antfrost saying he's been wanting to team with Scar for a while

"I'm so glad you're on our team, because you destroyed me yesterday. You had your claws out!" -Scar to Ant

Jimmy being very impressed at Ant's dedication to getting the Mike Wazowski skin on short notice

Scar doing a Ghost of Top Gun Past bit in order to roast Timmy for not watching the movie

Scar's destressing techniques including holding a hamburger Cub gave him and petting a cat that's playing chess

"I am the slushy fairy here on MCC. I do what I can." -Scar

Jimmy turning into an advertising bot and calling for everyone to join Youtube Gaming today!

Scar giving out fries and keeping everyone salted up

Everyone one upping each other on the amount of times they rewatched the update video

Scar setting everyone up in a burger line, Ant - Cub -Tim -Scar, and pronouncing this will be the order they play the games in

Scar comparing the light show at the beginning to the Disneyland fireworks

"I always find a way to tie it back to Disneyland, you know that." -Scar

"I hope we're intimidating the other teams with our crazy cool skins." -Scar

SG being chosen and Scar asking Ant, "have you ever heard of the barn strategy?"

"They will sense blood, because I watched the vods last time and they were all, Scar Bad! Get Him! We'll stay in the shadows, and then I'll water bucket mlg them to death." -Scar

Scar going on a rant about how disrespectful and ugly capri pants are, and sliding in "Impulse, big capri pants fan, by the way."

Martyn staring at the team and Scar saying he's killed him twice in Double Life, and he'll kill him again

Jimmy trying to find allies for his refusal to use a mouse pad and in absolute contrast, Ant saying he has a special mouse pad which fits to his keyboard

Cub saying he never finished Harry Potter and asking for no spoilers, please

"I don't think Scar can read." -Jim

"I often go on long, winding monologues." -Scar

Ants beginning to crawl up Scar's legs, and Scar talking about how one time ants crawled in his ear, to everyone's great chagrin

Scar quietly saying hawkeye! in the background

Lime winning SG!

"I've got tears in my eyes, tears in my eyes!" -Jimmy

Scar having trouble saying multiplier and asking for Bdubs

Scar comparing the elevator joke to the Twlight Tower of Terror...rip to the Twilight Tower of Terror

Scar muting before AR in order to go on his winding monologues

Tim somehow thinking that there were 2 laps in the new AR map and being aghast at the fact there's 4

Scar calling PeteZahHutt "Pete the Pizza Man" in GR

Jimmy asking Scar if this is what they do in Top Gun when shooting targets, and Scar telling him that "if you bring up that sore subject again, I'll burn your barn down."

The struggle of trying to get everyone into the tubes in the golf room, with Ant trying to get everyone across and then falling off himself

"It's in the hips, it's in the hips!" -Cub

"Send me home!" -Scar

"He was too busy hitting us to think about himself!" -TJ

Scar saying he has the glasses ready for when they play RSR

Scar calling Cub the speedrunner and giving him the job of crafting during SB

Jimmy calling Sapnap's win in the last round "actually criminal to watch"

Ant finally getting into the Top 5 players, after being gatekept for so long

Scar saying it's now his time, it's slurpee time! during break, and giving every afk player (including Ant) slurpees under the name of the slurpee bandit

Cub helping Scar in this endeavor by pointing him towards which players are afk

Jimmy scolding Quig and telling him to put his glasses back on

Scar saying they can only speak in W's during PKT, greatly taxing their vocabulary, and the three of them going through the repertoire of chanting "We Will Win Whales!", "We Will Win Wales!", and "When Will We Win?"

"I've mcfallen." -Timmy

The chat calling them the Winning Wazowskis and Marvelous Mikes

"Scott hit me with no hesitation. Joel too, not even a hello!" -Jim

MD coming into the decision dome and Jimmy pointing and saying "There's our boy. There's our boy."

Scar getting the dunk and being directed to dunk Aqua, but dunking the innocent Cyan instead and getting blasted by Jimmy

"This man doesn't know his colors!" -Tim

Ant, Gumi, and Cub peacefully crossteaming for a few seconds in RSR before the platform is destroyed along with their friendship

Scar attributing his top 4 RSR performance to his glasses and the fact he was daydreaming about Disneyland

"I've actually only played BuildMart once. And I made a catastrophic mistake that haunts me to this day." -Scar

"...maybe should've mentioned that earlier bud." -Tim

"What are the snowballs in TGTTOS for?" -Jimmy

"Uh...griefing." -Ant

Cub watching Ant toss Tommy into the lava, and Scar watching Wilbur punching Eret and saying "I can't believe I witnessed a murder."

Everyone consistently calling themselves Team Consistent

"I don't think I killed anyone that time around, and I was out for blood!" -Scar

"Why is Phil standing alone in the bathroom right now?" -Cub

Scar saying he doesn't want to play BM without Grian, he wants a sand duo BM

Ant being the ultimate leader in MD

Ant getting an ace against Purple and Tim calling it a "quad freeze!"

"We didn't hold out for consistency, we said put it in the last!" -Timmy

Cub calling them the Meltdown Mikes

Cub saying that if Martyn wins this one he also wins against Covid, so it's two wins

Jimmy having no faith and believing Martyn's going to lose

Scar turning on his lightsaber during DB

"Martyn's heartbeat just went up 15 beats. Mine did too!" -Scar

Jimmy yelling "HE PLAYS THE SIMS!" when Zeuz gets the 1v3 clutch

Scar calling Martyn "the Covid Crusader" when he wins

Lime Llamas finished MCC 23 in 5th place!

#mcc #mcc 23 #antfrost #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #solidaritygaming #birb's mcc recaps #me hearing about this team: on one hand no Illumina and hermits #on the other hand Antfrost and hermits #antfrost was such a good leader and so helpful the whole way through #I'm so proud of their meltdown performance!#manifesting scar and tubbo next mcc pls

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spartanguard · 9 months

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sons of love and death, 7/13 {CSSNS 23}

Summary: After the Final Battle, Killian Jones had finally settled into his happily ever after with his wife and family. Until a new foe arrived in Storybrooke: the infamous Dorian Gray, who looks rather familiar—one might say identical—to the pirate, and he’s on a mission: to claim the powers of the Dark One for himself. There’s only one problem: the Dark One no longer exists. What follows is a journey of vengeance, revelations, magic, and finally facing down the darkness within himself that Killian thought he’d finally put to rest. [roughly canon divergent from 5B, though set post-canon] A/N: Greetings from band camp! But that won't stop me from updating my @cssns story! Hope everyone is having a great week! (As always, thanks to the best beta, @optomisticgirl !) rated M | 5.1k words | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Dorian hadn’t been seen since his encounter with Regina the previous morning, but Killian knew better than to let his guard down. Every time the bell rang in the library, Killian was alert, ready for the worst (even if logically he knew his twin wouldn’t announce his presence—though, they did share an affinity for melodrama…). And he’d put on his sword belt for the first time in ages, for both comfort and protection.

He was reshelving a few books when the bell chimed again. He paused to listen, but was mildly surprised when Leroy’s voice rang out in the otherwise quiet library—and sounded more than grumpy. “What the hell, pirate?”

Confused, Killian shoved the book in his hand on the shelf and quickly made his way to the lobby. “Watch the volume, mate,” he chastised. “What’s the problem?”

Leroy was glaring at him and huffing. “Don’t pretend you don’t know; I saw you! Taking a joyride on my boat this morning, using all my gas, and then you just left it adrift. It almost ran into the shipping lane!”

“Why would I take your dinghy when my ship is right there?” Killian countered. “It was probably my good-for-nothing brother.”

“Then why was he dressed like you? And I saw your hook!”

He rolled his eyes; of course Dorian would find a new way to make trouble for him. “Well it wasn’t me! I’ve been here all day, and my wife can provide my alibi prior to that—in detail, if you’d like,” Killian threw back, biting back a smirk at the memory of what they’d gotten up to in bed that morning.

“No thank you,” he responded, stepping back with his hands up. “Just—keep that asshole in check, okay?”

“He’s not my responsibility.”

“Whatever,” Leroy grumbled, and left as quickly as he’d arrived.

Killian was irked by the encounter. Not so much at Dorian’s antics, annoying though they were (and would probably need his attention at some point)—but he was somewhat perturbed by the fact that Leroy was so quick to assume it had been him. There was definitely a time he may have done that, but now? After everything in the past few years? Did the dwarf truly still think so little of him?

He shook his head; Leroy didn’t have much faith in anyone. It was just a stupid misunderstanding; perhaps he’d go down to the docks and see if he could use his powers, meager as they were, to tow the boat back into harbor. But it was nothing to be truly upset over, not on his end.

The day went on without further event and the encounter was nearly out of his mind when he ran into another dwarf outside the sheriff station. Sneezy was coming from the opposite direction and reached the door before he did, but then paused and faced him.

“Uh, Captain,” he started, then characteristically sneezed. He went on after wiping his nose on his ever-present handkerchief. “I was about to report what happened earlier, but I’d be happy to settle now, if you want—if you’d rather Emma not know.”

“Know what?”

“About the rum you stole,” he said matter-of-factly. “You didn’t exactly hide it.”

Killian scoffed; he’d never been impressed by the rum selection at the pharmacy, nor was he desperate enough to shoplift subpar liquor. “I’ve been at the library all day, mate; you should hit up my lookalike for the cash. Or go ahead and report it; may as well add to his rap sheet.”

The dwarf tilted his head, confused. “But—your hook—and clothes—”

“—Are easy to replicate with magic like his,” Killian sighed. “Really, mate? I thought you knew me better.”

Sneezy at least looked a bit like his brother Bashful at that, then uttered a quick apology before nearly running back in the direction from which he’d come.

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose, again frustrated.

It didn’t stop there, though—on the entire walk from the station to Granny’s with Emma, he was on the receiving end of glares, muttering, and people keeping their distance. Granted, that was typical treatment from the gaggle of fairies they passed, given their history.

But even mild-mannered Gepetto, upon his exit from the diner, turned suddenly angry at the sight of Killian and wasted no time getting in his face and yelling in his native tongue. Killian was skilled at languages but not well-studied in that one, save for a few curse words—all of which he heard in the tirade.

The carpenter didn’t give Killian a chance to reply before storming off, leaving him fatigued and Emma confused. “What the hell was his problem?” she griped.

“No clue—but I’m willing to bet it was my brother; that’s been happening all afternoon.”

“Ugh, that dick,” she cursed. “But can’t people tell the difference by now?”

“You’d think,” he sighed, knowing that didn’t mean a damn thing if a glamour spell was involved.

“Sounds like he needs to be punched in his pretty nose to make sure it’s more obvious,” she suggested, stepping into Killian’s space and tapping his own nose.

“You think my nose is pretty?” he flirted back.

“All of you is. Way more than him,” she assured him, then dragged him into the restaurant.

He obviously knew he was innocent of the various misdemeanors he’d been accused of, and he was certainly no stranger to being a suspect. But that hurt feeling from earlier crept back up in him as he fielded side-eyed stares from his seat across from an oblivious Emma while they ate.

Hadn’t he earned this town’s trust? Weren’t they well past any questioning of his actions? Yes, his history was rocky—but he’d literally died for the residents of Storybrooke.

And it was no secret he had a doppelgänger running around. So the fact they were so quick to turn on him was far more painful than he’d like to admit.

“Babe? Your glass—are you okay?” Emma’s concerned voice pulled him from his morose thoughts, and he realized a whirlpool was threatening to spin out of his glass of water.

“Sorry,” he answered quickly, and focused on calming the tiny maelstrom. “Just—thinking about everything,” he said, simplifying the truth.

“I know.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Good thing you’ve got another magic lesson in the morning, huh?”

He groaned in response; she giggled.

“Come on; let’s get you home. You’ll need your rest,” she said suggestively as she got to her feet, taking him with her, hinting that they would spend time not resting as well.

The lascivious smirk Granny gave him as Emma paid their tab was less out of place than his other interactions today, but was at least positive. So he did still have some friends, it seemed.

And as he and Emma finally collapsed in each other’s arms later, sweaty and sated, as long as she was still on his side, who else did he require?

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Though Dorian was no stranger to using a glamour spell, and had certainly used far more dramatic disguises in his life, this one was perhaps the most initially uncomfortable—mainly in how little changed.

As it was, he and Killian were nearly mirror images to start with—what with their scars on opposing cheeks and the fact that they parted their hair on different sides. So to see such minor differences in his reflection was a somewhat out-of-body experience—this was close to what people actually saw when they looked at him.

He allowed his minor existential crisis to persist for a minute before finishing the transformation; at least his brother had decent style, if a bit different than his own. (How could he stand these tight jeans?) The false hook over his left hand was awkward, but necessary.

Anyways. It was time to see if he could pull this off; after all, he was far too wise not to do foolish things now and then. He headed down to the diner (after peeking around a corner to make sure neither Killian nor Emma were already there—though the fact that he’d slept in probably prevented that) and slipped onto a stool at the counter.

This time, when Granny greeted him, it was much warmer. “Early lunch?”

“Aye; the usual, my dear,” he tested. “And I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he added with a wink.

Granny blushed and chuckled, then shuffled off to the kitchen. Good; she was receptive to his flirting. If he was bold enough about it, surely that would stir up some ill will towards his brother; just what kind of man brashly flirted with a woman who wasn’t his wife? And there was a reasonable audience, even if mid-morning was somewhat slow.

So hopefully someone noticed when he grabbed the bottle of whiskey sitting behind the counter and snuck it into his lap.

A few minutes later, the older lady was back, sliding over a plate of fish and chips; predictable of his brother. “Fresh caught, extra vinegar on the chips—just how you like it.”

“Oh, you spoil me,” he replied, holding back a gag at the smell of the vinegar. He leaned across the counter, continuing, “If there’s anything I can do to repay you, you know where to find me,” then suggestively licking his lips.

To his shock, she just laughed and patted his cheek. “You know you couldn’t handle me, sweetheart.” And went back to her business.

Hm. Well, that wasn’t quite the response he expected. But he at least passed for Killian; that was a good sign. (Unfortunately, he had to sell it by actually eating this meal; thank the gods for the whiskey to wash it down.)

He headed down to the marina next, finding the easiest boat he could hotwire (which, with his magic, was all of them) and took a bit of a joyride, then poofed ashore when that got boring.

After a trip through the pharmacy, where he got a five-finger discount on some mid-range rum, he relieved himself in the shrubs outside a convent, knocked over the displays outside the florist, pretended to need the services of the carpenter but just dumped wood stain over his wares, and dragged the tip of his hook along some parked cars.

Briefly, he took a smoking break outside the elementary school and let the half-burnt cigarette fall into a bush outside a classroom, setting it alight. He was enjoying watching the slowly growing fire when the room’s window flew open and a petite woman with short, dark hair attacked it with a fire extinguisher. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she snapped at him.

“No,” he answered succinctly, and transported away, hopefully leaving a scorch mark on the lawn, too.

He’d noticed a friendship between his brother and the librarian—the gorgeous woman who had seemingly questionable taste in men. He’d be shocked if the two of them had kept things purely platonic, despite their respective well-known relationships. And if they hadn’t…well, it was time for him to explore that, even if for his own enjoyment.

The bell on the library rang as he entered. “You here, love?” he called out, suddenly realizing he’d never caught the lass’s name.

“Right where you left me,” she shouted; shit, he forgot his brother worked here. That was a close call. He followed the sound of her voice to the next room, where he found her desperately trying to reach something on the top shelf. “Perfect timing; can you lend me a hand? Pun intended.”

“Ha,” he answered awkwardly, not sure if he should be acting offended or not. “But of course.”

He didn’t hesitate to grab the volumes she asked for, but rather than just hand them over, he took the opportunity to move into her space. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she said, trying to take a step back, but she didn’t get far before bumping into a cart.

“That’s all my assistance is worth? ‘Thanks’?”

“Killian, you know I appreciate you—”

“So let me appreciate you, darling,” he said on a breath, leaning in close. “Don’t tell me you’ve never felt something…more…between us.” Subtly, he raised the blinds in the room so any passers by might see his attempted pursuit of someone who clearly wasn’t his brother’s wife.

She looked up at him, lips parted, and he was aware of her heightened heart rate. She narrowed her gaze briefly. “No, I haven’t—Dorian.”

“Who’s Dorian?” he lied.

Her knee found his crotch swiftly and strongly; she might be short and slight, but she was the perfect height to do optimum damage to his manhood. He stumbled back, dropping the books and holding his groin, groaning, with stars beginning to cloud his vision.

“I can’t believe I almost fell for that,” she yelled. “You really thought I wouldn’t be able to tell?”

“Ah, but you almost did,” he countered, even though his voice was incredibly strained.

He could see her blushing even through his squinted view. “Never,” she insisted, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him. “I won’t do that, and I won’t help you.”

He scoffed as his breath started to come back. “What use are you to me? Just a silly librarian; even if you are married to the Dark One.”

She smirked. “I’m used to people underestimating me. I suggest you don’t again. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that painting of yours, would you?”

“My painting?” He wasn’t surprised she knew of it—this was a library, obviously, if even the book he’d inspired was largely fabrication—but he’d left it behind in another realm, hoping the distance (and that particular realm’s timelessness) would prevent its aging, or at least slow it.

But then—he felt it. A faint heartbeat in his ear, just a millisecond behind his own but the same tempo: the heart of his True Love, continuing to carry a rhythm for him even though it was shattered and locked in canvas. It seemed to be coming from above them; he glanced up, trying to locate it, but didn’t get very far before his gaze was forced away rather painfully.

Belle had slapped him—again, stronger than he expected, but he’d been hit so many times that it hardly stung. “Get the hell out of here, and leave us alone.”

“Alright, alright,” he replied, and immediately poofed away—right into the attic of the library. The drumbeat of the heart was even louder up here, and he was easily able to follow it—while stepping lightly enough to not make a sound—to one end of the cluttered storage room.

And there it was: his iconic portrait. It…wasn’t pretty. Not that it had been when he’d stashed it in the Land of Untold Stories, but it had definitely continued to deteriorate, though thankfully less than it probably should have. There was part of his soul that certainly felt like the withered, grayed, gnarled mess of a man in the image before him, but only a small one.

Actually, it was a good thing the portrait had made its way here; perhaps, when he achieved his plan, he’d also be able to sever his tie to this in favor of the dagger. He’d leave it here for now—but he’d be back for it later.

He had at least one more stop to make. So he transported again to an alley by the sheriff station, knocked over a mailbox, and casually headed inside. While it would be fun to see how far he could take things with Emma, he had no doubt she’d be able to see through this disguise even quicker than the librarian had. But the other deputy, the blond one—he might be slower on the uptake.

“Hey, Hook,” the man said, barely glancing up from the paperwork he was filling out. “Emma’s doing rounds.”

“Aye; I’m aware,” he said, sauntering closer. “I was here to see you, anyway.”

“Yeah?” The man—David, judging by the name plate on the desk—looked up at him. “What’s up?”

Dorian wasted no time in taking a seat right in front of him on the desk, cupping his (rather handsome) face, and quickly finding his lips.

The ensuing chain of reactions was honestly hilarious: the other man stilled at first, then leaned into it, but then seemed to realize who he was kissing and pushed away, jumping to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” he spat, wiping off his mouth on the back of his hand.

Dorian hopped off the desk and moved closer to David. “I was always curious; you mean you weren’t?”

“No!” he shouted. “Not like—just, no!”

“Was I that bad?” Dorian flirted, tilting his head.

“No, you were—not my son-in-law,” David sighed, realizing who he was talking to.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Dorian replied. “And you’re only a halfway decent kisser.”

“My wife thinks I’m just fine,” David threw back, somewhat offended. “And if you’re trying to turn people against Killian, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“You almost bought it.”

“Please; Killian only has eyes for Emma. Not that you’d know anything about True Love, I bet.”

Dorian glowered. “You don’t know anything about me, pal. Maybe get off your high horse with your generalizations.”

David stepped closer and put his hands on his hips; Dorian couldn’t help but feel like he was about to get a lecture. “I don’t know everything about you, but I’ve known enough people like you. I actually had a twin, too.”

“Oh? More than one of you? Must have been terribly dull.”

“Actually, you’d probably have gotten along with him famously; he was a selfish cad, too.”

“And where’s this fellow now?”

“Oh, he’s dead,” David went on. “From what I heard, he got a little too cocky, a little sloppy, and it came back to bite him. Or, well, stab him through the chest.”

“Ouch,” Dorian deadpanned. “And your point is?”

“Maybe you should ease up on making enemies. Because you don’t know which one is going to finally take you out.”

“And what—make friends instead?”

David shrugged. “Can’t hurt. Though I also can’t say you have good odds of finding many here, after all the drama you’ve stirred up so far.”

“No thanks.”

“Hey,” David said, softer, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know you’ve spent a long time chasing one thing, and it seems like you have nothing else to live for. But I watched your brother change his path; it’s not too late for you.”

Dorian gingerly pushed David’s hand off, like it was something disgusting. “Look, I know you hero types, and I know you mean well and want what’s best for me, or whatever. But I also know this: you have to want to change. Clearly my brother did. Me, though? I find good advice rather annoying. So save your breath.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I will, thanks.” And he transported back to his pilfered room at Granny’s.

His conversation with David was already forgotten; the deputy had probably hoped his words would linger and Dorian would reconsider his entire life. But no—he knew what he wanted.

And now, he just had to wait to see what fallout his (mis)adventures today wrought.

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Late 1880s

Dorian stepped out of the portal onto a dirty cobblestone alley. Once the gateway closed behind him, he placed his second bean in his inner coat pocket for safekeeping, and sealed it with magic—which thankfully worked; he wasn’t sure what to expect as far as being able to normally access his powers in this so-called Land without Magic, but was glad to see they were so far unhindered.

Of course, the irony of this realm carrying that name was that he had come here seeking magic out. It wasn’t fully devoid, he could tell, but he’d heard that it was far-flung, infrequent, and hidden from the general populace.

Which was probably why it was so dark in this backstreet; what kind of uncivilized society hadn’t figured out proper outdoor lighting yet? He could see some primitive lanterns at the end of the way, on what looked to be a main street, but could smell the fuel in them from here.

As such, he conjured a fireball in his hand to get his bearings. He’d arrived in the corner of an alley that went between and behind buildings—great, grimy brick monstrosities. Some parchment sat atop abandoned crates along one side; he inspected closer, reading The Daily Telegraph across the top of the page, followed by a picture of a man identified as the Prince of Wales, which he had to assume was a meaningful title as no proper name was given.

He further studied the fashion of the man, then glanced down at his own clothes, which were decidedly not of this realm from what he could see. That was easy to fix, though, and with a wave of his hand, he was wearing a garment that closely resembled what he saw in the image: a coat with long-ish tails, slacks, and a waistcoat. He didn’t hate it, but the vest wasn’t quite his style.

Anyways. That settled, he reached into a different pocket (he’d made sure the contents of those stayed the same regardless of what his jacket looked like) and pulled out a slip of paper with a name written on it: Basil Hallward. From what he’d been told, this man could help him find the magic he needed to get him one step closer to the Dark One’s powers.

(That Rumpelstiltskin bastard had placed so many protection spells over the Dark Castle, it was bordering on ridiculous. Didn’t he know it was once Dorian’s home? But no—the demon wouldn’t even grace him with a meeting to grant him access to his old quarters. Granted, he’d have been an idiot to, but one could hope. But perhaps here, in this land that seemed to reject magic, he’d find that which could break through those spells and reclaim his birthright.)

He glanced down both alleys in front of him. The one towards the street was empty—just brick walls and boarded-up windows—but going the other way, he could see a light glimmering outside an inconspicuous door.

And if he wasn’t mistaken, the light in the lantern was not fueled by whatever oil illuminated the streets; no, this one was quite similar to the ball of fire in his hand. The portal had placed him in the right spot.

Before he headed to the door, he placed the slip of paper in his own flare, letting it fall to ashes on the stone pavement. Then he extinguished it with a shake of his hand and headed over.

Upon closer inspection, the lamp was indeed his variety of fire magic, though there seemed to be an object at the center of it that kept it burning. Clever, he thought; it meant less mental effort to keep it lit (not that he had to exert much anymore for such simple spells).

The door itself was painted roughly to match the exterior wall—or it had been, once upon a time, and now was faded and flaking, but he could still make out where “B. Hallward” was written in yellowing letters.

He knocked, firmly and insistently, and then waited. He wasn’t naive enough to think he’d get an immediate answer, or even to think he’d be seen tonight, but there was also no sense waiting.

He listened close to the door for a minute or so, but if there was anything to hear, it was unnoticeable. Then he paced a bit, keenly aware of the sounds of his unfamiliar shoes tapping on the stones.

But after nearly 10 minutes, he had to concede that either Mr. Hallward was out for the evening, or didn’t wish to be disturbed. Well, surely a town of this size had a red-light district; it wouldn’t be the first time he’d spent a night in such an establishment (usually willingly).

He began to walk towards the sounds of society, at the far end of this alley, when he paused; he thought he heard the turn of a deadbolt. He turned back to look at the door; it was still shut, but the color of the flame in the lantern had changed to blue. Curious.

He moved closer to it, and to his surprise, a small window appeared from nowhere. There was no glass inside it, but he could see nothing but blackness behind it. “Yes?” a voice called out from the void.

“Basil Hallward?” he asked.

“Who wants to know?” the voice replied.

“Someone who has traveled a great distance to seek you out.”

The voice cursed, probably realizing he’d revealed his identity without meaning to. “What for?” he finally came back with.

“A bit of magic,” he answered, then called forth his own fire again.

The window disappeared and the door swung open. “Come in,” the other man called out; Dorian didn’t hesitate to oblige.

Whatever he was expecting—this wasn’t it. Despite whatever spell lay on the entryway—and he could feel it as he stepped through—it was actually fairly light inside, with more enchanted lamps around the open space, which revealed the absolute clutter everywhere. And, to the back of the room, what appeared to be a painter’s studio.

“You’re an artist?” he exclaimed, minorly disgusted.

“That I am, sir,” the other man replied, and Dorian finally got a look at him: he seemed young—younger than him, at least—and the narrow mustache above his lip did nothing to make him appear older. He pushed his dark, curly hair out of his equally dark eyes. “What of it?”

“I came here looking for magic,” Dorian spat. “Not to sit for my portrait.”

“A pity; you’d make an excellent subject, with that profile. But I do both, actually.”

“Both?” He raised an eyebrow, skeptic.

“Aye; let me show you.” Basil beckoned Dorian towards his work bench; he hesitantly followed. The man picked up a vial of what Dorian assumed was pigment off the cluttered surface. He uncorked it and held it out. “Do you recognize it?”

Dorian narrowed his gaze and peered inside. It was just a black powder, but he recognized the smell. “Adder’s fork?”

“Good eye,” Basil commended. “And this?” he asked, holding out a small dish with a bluish powder.

“Mermaid scale,” Dorian identified. “I don’t understand.”

“Magic works differently in this realm,” Basil explained. “No one here is born with it inherently, but what makes its way here usually requires a conduit—some physical tether. Me, I learned how to embed it in my paint, using these ingredients.”

“And then what?”

“Whatever you want,” Basil answered. “Within reason, of course.” He showed off a portrait of an expectant mother, explaining that the woman and her husband had been trying to have children for several years when he painted her; “Now, she has three children and another on the way.” Another painting displayed a vagabond sitting on a street curb. “His wife discovered he was cheating on her; now he’s destitute and she kept his wealth.”

“So you grant wishes?”

“In a sense. A fertility spell was embedded in this portrait, a curse of ill-luck in the other.”

Dorian glanced back at the work space and saw a good number of potion books—many of them he knew—across a bookshelf above it. “Ahhh,” he sighed in understanding. “Then you likely don’t have what I’m after.”

“Which is?”

“A way to break into a heavily fortified castle?”

Basil shook his head. “Afraid not. But if you have something of its occupant’s, we could probably find a way to cast them out, or at least make them horridly uncomfortable.”

“If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be here.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t. Hope you didn’t come far, then.”

“Only a few realms away.”

Basil whistled low. “Then I at least owe you a drink. What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey?”

He nodded and led him over to a sitting area, where they proceeded to chat over (some damn fine) liquor. Basil was curious about the magical realms—he had some acquaintances who passed through the other worlds who supplied him with his materials, but had never been himself. Dorian wondered how he’d fallen into this line of work, then.

“The man I apprenticed with taught me; passed on all he knew.” Well, that sounded familiar.

As such, they got on famously, to the point that Basil offered Dorian use of a spare bedroom in his home for as long as he was staying in this realm.

What the hell, Dorian thought. The Dark One wasn’t going anywhere—he could enjoy himself for a bit. (It wasn’t like he ever needed an excuse to do so.)

For the next few weeks, Basil showed him about this curious town—London, it was called, and far larger than he realized—and introduced him to many interesting people (and vices; opium was a delight, though he saw enough of the strung-out folks addicted to it to use in moderation).

They went to countless parties, gatherings, concerts, sporting events. At one such dinner, he met a writer named Oscar who seemed to be infatuated with him; he couldn’t say he disliked the attention. The man became a regular fixture in their outings as well (and maybe a few private nights).

Dorian did oblige Basil to pose for a portrait eventually; far be it for him to deny the world his beauty. “And what enchantment will you weave into this one?” he asked, peering over his friend’s shoulder; Basil had finished painting his face and form, but nothing else yet.

“None,” Basil replied simply. “You have enough magic on your own.

(There may also have been a few nights he spent in Basil’s room, as well. He was hardly a choosy lover, so long as someone caught his interest.)

He smirked cockily at the praise and admired his face and form on the canvas. Basil was truly a gifted artist and, in his personal opinion, had perfectly captured Dorian’s handsomeness, strength, and form, down to the color of his eyes.

However, later that night as he readied for bed, he caught a glimpse of something new in his reflection in the looking glass: was that…a wrinkle?

He pulled at the flesh around his eyes, watching as it stretched and returned. Indeed, there was a fine line—a few, even—in that delicate skin.

He was 30 years old; he knew it was inevitable he began to look it (even if he dare say he looked better than most men his age). But it was a sudden, stark reminder: the being he was chasing was immortal; he, however, was not.

(There was probably some sage advice somewhere about avoiding vice to extend his longevity, but…where was the fun in that?)

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cleabellanov · 6 months

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It's a countdown!! (is it though?)

Last Thursday, thorofficial posted the first *oddly* related Loki thing from a series of such posts that had my kind spiraling, so welcome to me putting it here.

Last week, I thought we'd get a surprise and Thor would make an appareance in that post credit-scene already, but that wasn't the case. Instead, the clock started ticking.

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This starts, as any other stories that we know of, at the beginning. It starts with two brothers that don't know a lot about the world and will, inevitably, shape it after the words of their father. They don't know they're not blood brothers yet, but are growing up as they were.

Loki is being told that they were both born to be king, and he believes it, not seeing the lie in beLIEve yet. But it is true, he too was born to be king, only not in Odin's eyes. Odin, aware of this fact...doesn't really care. Not enough to treat his sons equally, only enough to keep Loki as a bargain for when times ask for it. In the first Thor movie, Loki's villain arc begins, once with the pain of finding out who he truly is. More than that, in this first movie, we get to see her rage unfiltered. The "What happened on Earth that turned you so soft" and "Tell me", for example. He is the God of Mischief, but mischief has its dark side as well.

That being said, it makes sense for these messages (so to call them, if I may) to start here. And the clock!! It is at 7:00, and how many days were there left to the finale? Seven. But hang on, it's set to drop more!

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We all remember all too well (2 h 23 minutes version) that The Avengers 2012 was the next movie Loki was in. Now we are one hour/ day closer - see how the clock is now at 6 instead of 7. And it's a double countdown: to the season 2 finale AND to Loki's journey on the original timeline.

The sequence that was posted is significant for the movie, it's when we first hear Loki say the famous: "I am burdened with glorious purpose". But with unusual blue eyes and sweat dripping off their forehead, not to mention the tripping and overall tiredness of these first scenes; this also seems to come with a lot of pain.

And ohhh lord, there is a lot of pain bottled up in their character in The Avengers movie. The desire for a throne (together with the need to prove himself), the revenge, the mentaining of the illusion by fear and hurt...the constant manipulation Th@nòs put him through.

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But that could make a whole other post. The desire for a throne, remember? "What's wrong with wanting something, Loki?". Well, when he tried to get back promise to be king, something that was claimed and was, truly, his birth right, Loki was told his birth right was to die. It feels ME with rage to even picture that scene!!! Imagine being the one who is told this, then put in a cell "for the rest of your days", all after the battle of New York.

And this is the point where the clock in the caption is one hour/ day closer, at 5'oclock...

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Ohhh well, isn't this a beautiful image? The "your savior is here", Loki and Thor having a more lighted relationship, even though Thor thought his brother was gone at the start of the movie. This is a very important sequence, because it shows Loki finally turning back to his brother and to Asgard, on a ship to take them away from the ultimate destruction of Ragnarok. It's the first time we get a glance at the God of a Mischief using her villanous traits more for the good side, and it's amazing. With the time being 4 o'clock, there are only 4 days separating us from the finale. Just like the flow of time: never feeling regular, sometimes I wish I was closer, sometimes farther away.

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Oh, look at that! We're getting closer to midnight? But what does it mean? Once the clock strikes 00:00, what happens? Could it be hinting to a reset..?

In today's post, we saw Loki picking up that Tessaract and escaping the avengers, which would ultimately cause the events of Season 1. This is the last time we saw him on the original timeline and the first introducing TVA, or variant, Loki. This right here was their nexus event, the something that changed everything. According to the TVA, that wasn't supposed to happen, it was wrong. But under who's rules? Season 1's socialist-like approach, hwr's script, the flow of time itself, those are all behind us now. Everyone can write their own stories, right?

bonus: mini-theory

My theory is that, instead of altering the story, they're going to ask all their different variants in these specific points in time for help. What would they do? And imagine the power of all these Lokis, or making them work on a team! Either way, I see it as a captivating thought.

It's more likely that this episode will center more around the TVA than the past and the Sacred timeline. But even so, the countdown is still there!!! WHAT ARE YOU UP TO MARVEL

As long as everyone is fine by the end, I am happy.

I hope you enjoyed my insomnia activities and thanks for reading ✨

Also thank you to the Gif creators, those look amazing

#loki #genderfluid loki #listen well sun you better shine on thor and Loki again #marvel #marvel universe #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu loki #midnight #except on midnights like this #tick tock on the clock #speculations #thor ragnarok #thor the dark world #mobius #lokius #what on earth #what on asgard

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struggles-and-prose · 8 months

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Ghost Files Season 2 Analysis 👻

The 2nd season of Ghost Files just came out, and oh boy was it good. There were a few things that Ryan wasn't sure what it was, and quite frankly, some of them I just wonder how did he not see it lol. So here are some key points from the 1st episode of the 2nd season that I thought I might just clarify or give my take on.

So 1st up, is @ 5:47~, where Ryan's flashlight begins to flash randomly. Shane mentions there might be a strobe mode and even jokes about it being morse code. But the truth is, and this is a fact, because I own one of those, it is morse code for S.O.S.

If you noticed, it flashes in a pattern and on repeat. For those who don't know morse code, it might be hard to even notice the pattern, but I'm telling you, that's what it is lol.

Morse code for S.O.S. is ...---... (which translates to "short, short, short, long, long, long, short, short, short" in terms of lengths). Basically, morse code consists of patterns of short and long sounds or in this case, light flashes. Each pattern is equivalent to a letter of the alphabet or numbers and even symbols like a question mark or a comma or even a dot which, believe it or not, is not translated by just a dot, lol. A single dot is actually and E. The pattern for a dot however, is ".-.-.-". Yeah, I know. A bit dumb if you ask me lol.

Here's a full list of morse code for reference.

And here's Ryan's flashlight pattern. Might be hard to notice, but trust me, I recognise an S.O.S. code anywhere.

The 2nd part I want to talk about is more of a hypothesis. It's @ 13:23~, when Ryan here's a faint noise which to me sounded like someone getting punched in the stomach lol. But thoughts are, it's maybe a bird from far away, which maybe echoed in a weird way when it got to our ghoul boys.

Next his @ 16:01~, when Ryan uses is SLS cam and both he and Shane see what they call a "little tiny guy" lol.

If you look to the top right part of their screen, you see the surroundings a little better than on the left screen.

If we look closer, there's actually a bar under where the figure is standing. Now, the SLS cam is made to detect humanoid shapes. So if it detects an animal, chances are, you're still going to get a human figure. My thought is that it's maybe a bird. You even see some green on the bar where it is, indicating the thing it's detecting is holding on to that bar. Just a thought, but it's the most logical explanation I could come with.

Next up, is @ 19:35~ and @ 19:41~. Ryan claims something with glowing eyes passes by.

Now, sorry to burst your bubble here people, and sorry Ryan, but that's just a raccoon or a very fat cat, but I'm more inclined to say that it's a raccoon. When it walks by, you can clearly see it's walking on four legs and it has a puffy tail. Maybe not on the GIFs here, but on the video, you can see it better.

Nocturnal animals have what's called a tapetum lucidum, which is a reflective structure that reflects light to help them see in the dark. Are their eyes actually glowing? Not really. It's just a reflection of the light. So when you see a cat outside or even your pet cat, you can see their eyes glow in the dark, which is a little freaky indeed lol. I know that when I get up in the middle of the night and see 2 glowing eyes in my goddamn hallway, it makes me jump when all it is is my cat who's freaking adorable normally, lol.

Now, where's this light actually coming from in the video? I don't know, but it looks like it's near a door to outside the building so, possibly the light from the moon.

Next is @ 19:50~, the same footage with the raccoon, where Ryan says you hear footsteps and someone tampering with the camera and then someone saying "I'm here". Footsteps didn't sound like human footsteps if you ask me so, I think it's the raccoon walking or whatever. The "tampering" of the camera and the "I'm here" is merely said raccoon taking a look at said camera, probably gripping it with his claws for leverage and the "voice" is the raccoon sniffing or breathing. That's it, nothing more.

And last but not least, @ 20:06~, which is again the same raccoon footage. When we see a small ball of light that looks like it just jumps, again, animal that passes by fast or turns its head in a weird angle or whatever. And the clank, it jumped and its claws made the noise or it hit something.

So here you have it people. My analysis of today's video. I think it's safe to say that I'm a Shaniac x). And with that, here are some moments I found funny that I made into Gifs. Enjoy!

I just like how proud he looks XD

Daddy Shane XD

Or whatever is happening here lol

Or here XD

Shane, what the hell are you doing? XD

And that's all folks! x)

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Go watch it if you haven't yet!

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the hands

LOVE PATTRANITE as SUN and MILK PANSA as ONGSA NANNAPHAT episode 8 of 23 POINT 5

#23.5 #23.5 degrees #23.5 series #23 point 5 #th: 23 point 5 #ongsasun #milklove #milk pansa #love pattranite #tosunset #userlovevivi #:: mygifs!#if i tell you how much i screamed when they kissed #i would be very embarrassed #but at the same time #IT FINALLY HAPPENED #SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED TODAY MY ONGSASUN

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Rocky the Demented Matchmaker (A Lackadaisy Theory)

Before we get into the post I want to clarify that this post has spoilers for the Lackadaisy webcomic & overarching world that has been canonized so far. If you would like to avoid spoilers for the comic, please bookmark this post and go read up to the latest chapter currently available on the Lackadaisy official website. You have been warned.

After Rocky, in a moment of delirious honesty, admitted to Ivy that he took the blame for a family tragedy that he might’ve had nothing to do with in order to keep Freckle in school undisturbed by the consequences of what happened. It’s clear how much he loves his cousin. I’d even go as far as to say that he considers him more of a brother than a cousin. Since he’s a whole 5 years older than him, there’s a considerable age gap between the two in regards to life experience and knowledge about the world. Even if he isn’t book smart, Rocky’s got more street smarts that it’s all second nature to him. So when he gets his cousin into the business of liquor running for Lackadaisy as a hired gunman partner, he wants to offer him something in exchange for putting his life on the line - A Girlfriend / Possible Wife.

Keep in mind this series takes place in 1927. 2 years before the Great Depression and creeping toward the looming collapse of the prohibition era in 1933. During this time men were typically married by 24 while women were married by 21. Although there are cases that show that some men and women got married as young as 17 (with parental consent). Rocky is 23 years old, a Bachelor who has never been married or has been in a serious romantic relationship (that we know of). From his current line of work and his mental state of mind right now, finding a wife is the least of his concerns. But that isn’t the case for Freckle. While his mother is still pretty young, 48 years old to be exact, that doesn’t mean that Freckle wouldn’t have some prodding from her regarding settling down and having kids of his own.

So what do you do when your cousin is a fellow bachelor that’s down on his luck? You introduce him to someone that might want to be something more than friends.

In comes Ivy Pepper. Goddaughter of Mitzi’s deceased Husband and recently single jazz baby of the Lackadaisy. She’s not single for what she’s done on her part per say, it’s because Viktor intimidates all of her ex boyfriends physically to the point of being put in a wheel chair for going near her since he sees her as a daughter to him. So how far in the relationships she actually got are up in the air. But the moment she meets Freckle, she’s head over heels for him. Immediately noting how cute he is and inviting him on a date while Rocky gets something to clean up the mess she made on purpose to distract him.

Now you can say that Rocky had no intentions on playing matchmaker, since they just got done extracting revenge on the pig farmers, I’d argue that Rocky knew exactly what he was doing when he introduced him to Ivy. Especially since his reaction to her calling Freckle her boyfriend and proclaiming to Viktor they’re dating wasn’t one of confusion, it was gleeful teasing. Even before that, when they were at Ivy’s college he teased Freckle about how Ivy must’ve fallen head over heels for him already in a wink-wink nudge-nudge kind of way. Trying to get across the idea of maybe seeing Ivy as a girlfriend or possible wife in the future. Even his teasing / overreacting of her asking if Freckle was introducing her to his mother was more panicked in the way that it was far too early for Freckle to introduce her as his girlfriend. They hadn’t even had a proper date or first kiss. a REAL first kiss. Not what she did before as a quick peck on the lips after they got done meeting with Viktor. No that real proper first kiss would come later.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The other reason why I believe Rocky is the maniacal mastermind behind this ship, the crazed captain if you will, is because of the way he talks to Freckle after he had his first real kiss with Ivy in the truck. Asking him if they still weren’t on a first name basis after kissing / possibly making out in that truck. To which Freckle officially starts calling her Ivy instead of Miss Pepper. Even though he didn’t deny being her boyfriend in front of Viktor after she declared them a couple, he didn’t necessarily agree that he was her boyfriend either. It wasn’t until she kissed him quickly on the lips in the car that he possibly started to truly fall in love with her. She smooched him once and he was ready to ask her for another kiss before he went off on his big night with Rocky. But this time, a proper one where they had more privacy and Rocky wasn’t there to make any sort of remarks.

And all my mans had to say after they were in the truck together was “Are you seriously not on a first name basis after kissing like THAT?”

Nah.

You can’t tell me that Rocky hasn’t been playing matchmaker this entire time trying to get his cousin a girlfriend. Nope. Nuh uh.

#Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy spoilers #Long Post #Ivy x Calvin #Ivy x Freckle #Calvin x Ivy #Freckle x Ivy #Ivy Pepper #Calvin McMurray #Rocky Rickaby #Lackadaisy Theory #Haven't done one of these in a while

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fucked-up-character-tournament · 15 days

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Already got a list of the ships for the ULTIMATE fucked up ship tournament done. Hopefully will start it in two weeks or so. This is a list of the ships:

1. The Darkling and Alina, The Grisha Trilogy

2. Batman and The Riddler, The Batman 2022

3. stu and billy from scream

4. Vriska and Terezifrom homestuck

5. light and l from death note

6. Dirk Strider and Jake English from Homestuck,

7. Vio and Shadow Link from the Four Swords manga

8. Emilio Murkmere x Tobias Schenien from Ghost Eyes

9. Oswald x Ed from Gotham

10. Anna Croft/ Yu Junghyeok (orv)

11. Dimitri/Edelgard - Fire Emblem Three Houses

12. Will Graham and Hannibal, Hannibal

13. yoonbum x sangwoo, killing stalking

14. Starscream and Megatron, from the Transformers franchise

15. Mukuro Ikusaba/Junko Enoshima from Dangan Ronpa

16. Ladd Russo and Lua Klein from Baccano!

17. Daida and Miranjo from Ousama Ranking

18. Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara!!

19. theresa x otto, honkai impact

20. dorian x fem! inquisitor, dragon age

21. renee x huey from baccano

22. nanami x touga, revolutionary girl Utena

23. madoka and homura, puella magi madoka magica

24. (Ronan Lynch x Joseph Kavinksy) - The Raven Cycle

25. Seishirou and Subaru from Tokyo Babylon/X

26. Misaki/Satou, Welcome to the NHK

27. Bakugou and Deku (My Hero Academia)

28. Akito and Shigure, Fruits Basket

29. House and Wilson, House MD

30. Scarlet and Chase, I’m the Grim Reaper

31. Jong-woo and Moon-jo, Strangers from Hell

32. Moon-young and Gang-tae, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

33. Medea and Helio, Your Throne

34. Celty and Shinra, Durarara

35. Akira and Ryo, Devilman

36. Yoshino and Kirishima, Raise wa Tanin Ga ii

37. Chateau and Ryang-ha, Love of Kill

38. Satoko and Shinpei, Hotaru no Yomeiri

39. Clarice and Hannibal, Silence of the Lambs

40. He Yan and Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey

41. Cain/Owen from Promise of Wizard / Mahoyaku

42. Texas/Lappland from Arknights.

43. Jeongmin and Siyun, Dreaming Freedom

44. Han Chae-ah and Park Yunsu, Trapped

45. akane kurashiki/junpei tenmyouji from zero escape

46. Juri/Shiori (from Revolutionary Girl Utena)

47. Jackie/Shauna, Yellowjackets)

48. Cassandra/Rapunzel from the Tangled series

49. Damien and Elena from vampire diaries

50. Kristoph/Phoenix, Ace Attorney

51. Juice and Chibs, Sons of Anarchy

52. Utena/Anthy from the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena.

53. Cutthroat x Swindler, from Akudama Drive.

54. Yuno Gasai x Yukkiteru Amano from Mirai Nikki

55. Sal/Syakesan x Wadanohara from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea.

56. Jeremy and the SQUIP, Be More Chill

57. Ian Grimm and Poppy Li, Mythic Quest

58. Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis De Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire

59. fuuma and kamui from clamp's x/1999

60. Victor and Eli, Vicious

61. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth

62. Rudolf and Der Tod, Elisabeth

63. Veronica Sawyer and J.D, Heathers

64. Akechi Goro × Persona 5 protagonist (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya)

65. Hondomachi and Fukuda, ID: Invaded

66. Harley Quinn and the Joker, DC

67. Christine and Erik, Phantom of the Opera

68. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

69. Valeta and Reinhart, I Failed to Oust the Villain

70. Light Yagami and Misa Amane, Death Note

71. Sumire and Hakubo, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

72. Mika Harima and Seiji Yagiri, Durarara!!

73. Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee, My Deepest Secret

74. Sarah and Jareth, Labyrinth

75. Addie LaRue and Luc, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

76. Ja Yoon and The Nobleman, The Witch, Part One: Subversion

77. Makima and Denji, Chainsaw Man

78. Kyoko and Katsuya, Fruits Basket

79. Mrs. De Winter and Maxim, Rebecca

80. Mutsuki Tooru and Urie Kuku, Tokyo Ghoul

81. Victor and Elizabeth, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

82. Constanta, Magdalena, and Alexei and Dracula, A Dowry of Blood

83. Ha-im and Geunhu, Never Ending Darling

84. Frank Cotton & Julia Cotton - Hellraiser (1987)

85. Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran, Vampire Knight

86. Johann and Sasha, The Double Agent

87. Sian and Yul, Secret Alliance

88. Charlize and Dylan, The Taming of the Tyrant

89. Lin and Dosung, 340 Days

90. Makishima Shougo & Shinya Kougami from PSYCHOPASS.

91. Charlotte Willmore x Lizzie Wells, from The Perfection (2018).

92. “Hikaru”/Yoshiki from The Summer hikaru Died,

93. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk

94. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix

95. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen

96. (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.

97. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.

98. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999

99. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve

100. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)

101. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments

102. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,

103. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet

104. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).

105. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning

106. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe

107. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series

108. Christine/Erik (Phantom Takarazuka)

109. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)

110. Sterek, Teen Wolf

111. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives

112. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs

113. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”

114. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass

115. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;

116. Batman/Joker

117. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias

118. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural

119. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

120. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.

121. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts

122. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail

123. Spike and Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

124. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

125. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore

126. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady

127. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg

128. Hyuna and Luka, Alien Stage

129. Karuto and Lily, Dear my Living Dead

130. Andrew and Ashley Graves, Coffin of Andy and Leyley

131. Lydia Deetz/Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

132. Harrow and gideon from gideon the ninth/Locked Tomb

133. Cathy x Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

134. Felix x Ollie (Saltburn)

135. Grace Chastity x Max Jaegerman, Nerdy Prudes Must Die

136. Mikoto and Haijin, Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi

137. Eucenielle and Tes, I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

138. Claire and Balt, The East Wind of the Altas

139. Usui and Misaki, Maid Sama

140. Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive, Black Butler

141. Dabi x Hawks from My Hero Academia

142. Alice “Daisy” Tonner/Basira Hussain, The Magnus Archives

143. Naruto and Sasuke, from Naruto

144. Byleth Eisner / Jeritza von Hrym from fire emblem three houses

145. Akira x keisuke from togainu no chi (nitro+chiral game)

146. Lucy Gray Baird and Coriolanus Snow, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

147. Elias and Chise, The Ancient Magus Bride

148. Gendo and Yui Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

149. Punpun and Aiko, Goodnight Punpun

150. Sang-hyun and Tae-ju, Thirst

151. Hawa and Adam, The Guy Upstairs

152. Satoru Fujnuma and Gaku Yashiro, Erased

153. Root and Sameen Shaw, Person of Interest

154. The Doctor and the master, Doctor Who

155. Juliette and Warner, Shatter Me

156. Ich and Mrs Danvers, Rebecca das Musical

157. Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara, Danganronpa V3

158. Roxy and Velma, Chicago

159. Griffith and Guts, Berserk

160. Creed and Train, Black Cat

161. Torso and Mutsuki, Tokyo ghoul

162. Vash and Knives, Trigun

163. Sweeney Tod and Mrs Lovett, Sweeney Tod

164. Kuroi and Mashiro, Thou Dhall Not Die

165. Amy and Nick, Gone Girl

166. India and Charlie Stoker, Stoker

167. Pig and Runt, Disco Pigs

168. Anakin and Padme, Star Wars

169. Chloe and Kairos, I Shall Kill That Sweet Devil

170. Jung and Seol, Cheese in the Trap

171. Anthy and Akio Ohtori, Revolutionary Girl Utena

172. Feyre and Rhysand, A Court of Thrones and Roses

173. Lelouch and Suzaku, Code Geass

174. Mikiya and Shiki, Garden of Sinners

175. Gatsby and Daisy, The Great Gatsby

176. Ivan and Till, Alien Stage

177. Sylar and Elle Bishop, Heroes

178. Helena and Demetrius, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

179. V and Rika, Mystic Messenger

180. Yukari and George, Paradise Kiss

#polls #most fucked up ship tournament #most fucked up ships

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trigun-manga-overhaul · 1 year

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TRIGUN ULTIMATE OVERHAUL 2.0 FEBRUARY UPDATE

OVERHAUL FRIDAY 02/03/23 - New scans and about the editing process.

Hey everyone and welcome to this month's update!

The project is going by smoothly, however the tempo has calmed down a bit after our very hectic December schedule and the preparations needed to release our translation of Multiple Bullets. We are making good progress of all the aspects of the work, be it the scanning, editing and translation.

The entire manga has already been scanned and so we're scanning all the extra content we can get our hands on, including the entire manga from the magazines. One day we'll be able to release everything and making it easy to access for everyone.

Editing is going smoothly. The workload of editing and cleaning the pages has been split between two people instead of one, which helps with the amount reserved for a single person. Two volumes have already been cleaned in full and are ready for the new translations. We'll show some examples of how exactly that process looks and how much we actually do, as the whole point of the cleaning and editing is that you're never supposed to even notice it's there.

Only a couple of chapters have been retranslated, but it is also one of the last steps of the project. Since I'm the one doing both the editing, some cleaning and the translation, I have to switch between the different pieces of the project and usually do each of them in waves.

Other ideas are being tested as well, like new ideas for how to make the shouting bubbles more interesting and organic. We're also still looking into sound effect translation, but it requires another person on the team, as the three of us in it already have our hands full.

Images below!

NEW SCANS AND EXAMPLES

Now to the interesting part!

Here are some crops of the new Overhaul 2.0 scans, showing off the crisp and clean details.

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 01, Chapter 05 Dancing Revolver, Page 141.)

Here the chapter name was removed and parts of Vash's legs and coat had to be redrawn. When the Overhaul text will be added we'll do our best to avoid having the text cover the art again, wanting to preserve it. It has always been the goal, even in 1.0, that the art should remains as untouched as possible, while also being easy to read and follow.

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 01, Chapter 06 Sin, Page 172 + 173.)

Here's an example of the work we put into completely removing the seam between the pages. Usually the two page spreads have each page scanned separately, and even if these pages are laid down completely flat, some of the art will still be missing in the middle. The goal is then to clean up the art, remove tears in the paper and leave the reader none the wiser. It's also super nice to have these big pieces of art without any damage distracting you from enjoying it.

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 03, Chapter 01 Reservoir Dogs, Page 4 + 5.)

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 03, Chapter 01 Reservoir Dogs, Page 12 + 13.)

With these two page spread examples it can be hard to completely make out what exactly has been worked on, which again is the point, but here's comes a few examples of pages that hasn't been cleaned yet.

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 03, Chapter 03 No Escape, Page 54 + 55.)

This one has the editing and balancing done, but none of the cleaning.

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 03, Chapter 06 Families, Page 140 + 141.)

And this one has none of the editing or cleaning done. You can really see the rough paper texture in this one, as well as the different lighting on the two pages, indicating them being scanned separately.

Now for a couple of colored pages before we're going to call it a day with this update's examples and teasers.

Enjoy!

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 01, Chapter 04 Hero Reborn, Page 100.)

(Above: Trigun Maximum Volume 02, Chapter 04 Wolfwood, Page 90.)

LAST NOTE

It's been very helpful to the team that we've changed up our posting schedule and we hope it works out for you guys too. If there is anything you feel like would help improve the communication and transparency between the Overhaul team and everyone out there, do not hesitate to contact us and let us know. And if there's any content you'd like to see, also feel free to simply let us know and we can hopefully show it during another update.

And what do I like to listen to while editing and cleaning?

I spend a lot of hours listening to my favorite bands while working, so check one of them out!

SEE YOU GUYS NEXT MONTH!

#trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #fan project #manga #trigun overhaul #trigun ultimate #trigun ultimate overhaul #infodump

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moonwritewastaken · 1 year

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Drunk on Each Other - cc!Quackity x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers

Warnings - language and mentions of alcohol/drinking

Word count - 2013

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS! ♥️♥️

This was very much inspired by Karl and Quackity’s drunk Roblox stream they did a month ago because that’s one of my favourite streams ever!

-🌙

Your friendship group’s dynamic was about to change for the better. Nerves were high among your friends but the accompanying excitement trumped it all. The reason for this was because George was in Florida. Finally, after years, he was in Florida. You and Quackity decided to stream together to hype up the vlog release then end when George said he was uploading it. You’d just finished Quackity’s stream in which he tried on outfits chat had chosen for Twitcon, unsurprisingly they weren’t exactly suitable but they were funny.

Quackity is getting your drinks ready in the kitchen while you set up your stream and open the game so it was all ready to go. You start the stream and do a quick wave to your chat.

“Hi chat, hope you’re having a great day! Today we’re going to be drinking and playing a Roblox horror game before a certain upload” your chat starts freaking out at the cryptic mention of the vlog. Once you’ve done your little intro, Quackity walks over and joins you in frame.

“Hello, hello chat” Quackity does his iconic voice and you smile at how excited your chat is despite most of them having just seen him on his stream.

“Okay, so we’re going to be playing a game called Doors today. The point is to get through as many doors as possible and any time we get scared, we have to take a shot” after explaining you make the game visible to chat and gesture for Quackity to go first. He stares at you for a second before sitting down.

He manages to get the controls down pretty quick and gets through almost 5 doors until the first jumpscare.

“What the fuck was that?” He grabs the headphones while you laugh and shoo him away to take a shot.

“I don’t know why I’m laughing cause I’m probably gonna be just as bad” you whisper to your chat, starting your turn.

By the time Quackity has returned a minute or 2 later, you’ve gotten past his record. He sits down and you notice that he brought his drink with him.

“Look, I’m already better than you” he glares at you before rolling his eyes and telling you focus on the game. You manage to get all the way to door 23 before jumping out of your seat. Quackity bursts into laughter, clapping at the little scream you let out.

You take off the headphones before standing up and heading to the kitchen. You take a deep breath before downing the shot and pulling a face. You hear Quackity laugh quietly (presumably from the reaction to the shot) before you take his place at the computer. You’d both been at the game for about a half hour now and the alcohol was starting to hit you both, although it seemed to hit you more than Quackity.

You watch in amusement as he gets in and out of the wardrobes scattered throughout the rooms.

“Alex don’t stay in there too long” You laugh softly while shaking your head as he hums but continues anyway.

“I’m serious, they’ll literally kill you if you’re in there too long” you glance from him to the screen to make sure he’s not dying unnecessarily. He got out of the wardrobe and continued to the next door.

“Oh shit okay” he continues through the next 9 doors before dying again. His death was around the hour mark and even in your drunken haze you see your phone light up with a notification.

‘Having technical issues, it’ll be a bit longer’

“Uh oh” Quackity whips his head towards you upon hearing you speak. You don’t say anything, instead opting to show him the message. It’s now you realise that you’re too drunk to play a game and the fact that Quackity hasn’t restarted tells he feels the same.

Quackity stands up and puts his hand on your shoulder before speaking.

“Talk about a topic, I’ll be back” you clearly didn’t quite take in what he had said which was evident by your next sentence.

“Topic? What’s the topic?” You look confusedly at chat, finding that you have to squint because of your cloudy vision. You end up chatting about random things before Quackity comes back a couple minutes later with another drink in his hand.

“You’re drinking still?” You have a slight slur in your speech which doesn’t go unnoticed by Quackity. He hums before sitting down again.

“Where’s my beanie?” His question causes your head to turn towards him before you shrug silently. He stands up again and heads to the kitchen. You read a chat message saying that his beanie was on the chair he was just sitting in.

“Alex?” He turns to you and tilts his head.

“Your beanie is on your chair you idiot” he laughs before coming up behind your chair and wrapping his arms loosely around your shoulders. Your cheeks heat up from the contact and almost as soon as you register it, it’s gone.

He picks up his beanie and instead of replacing the stupid hat he has on, he puts it on your head instead. He retakes his seat while you use the stream to move the beanie so the logo is to the side. He leans over and faces the logo towards the front like normal but you’re quick to move it again.

“What’re you doing? It faces forward” you shake your head at his insistence for something so minimal before explaining.

“I’m hiding the logo” he makes a face acknowledging your reasoning before speaking again.

“Can I tell you something?” The tone of his voice makes your heart race a little bit because of how it changed. You nod your head before blankly staring at the computer desk in front of you, trying to mentally prepare for whatever he could possibly say.

“When I first met you in person, something changed” your eyes widen slightly while you wonder what he could possibly mean by that. Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t give any further context and you’re not quite drunk enough to try and prompt it out of him. He quickly moves onto another topic after getting sidetracked by a message in chat.

After an hour of talking about nonsense and touches that set your skin on fire, you clear your throat before walking to the kitchen to pour another drink. You can still hear Quackity faintly while you lean against the counter. Taking a second to breathe, you realise just how drunk you are. Deciding this would be your last alcoholic drink, you return to the stream.

“You know what, y/n?” You hum, encouraging him to continue before averting your gaze back to the same spot on the desk as before.

“You’re great and I missed you” his words catch you off guard and you wonder how drunk he must be to say this on stream. In your periphery you can see the speed at which chat moves increase significantly.

“What the fuck” this is the only response you can muster as you breathe out a laugh. He giggles before continuing.

“I feel like I don’t tell you enough” a blush creeps up onto your face but you’re not sure how much is due to the alcohol. You see your chat spamming about your red face and you hope he doesn’t see it. Somehow you seem to get away with it for a second time.

10 minutes later and you’re talking about comfort content and comfort creators. You’d never said your favourite comfort streamer to your chat before, but the liquid courage currently circulating around your body made you want to.

“Mine is actually uh-“ you stop yourself abruptly, wondering what his reaction would be.

“Y/n?” You briefly make eye contact with him causing a lump in your throat. Against your better judgement you take another sip and continue.

“My comfort streamer is actually you” you see a look of surprise plastered across his face out of the cornier of your eye.

“You’re so cute what the fuck” you knew you were done for now. There was absolutely no way you were getting away with your reaction this time. Right on cue, chat starts spamming about how your face is as red as a Minecraft poppy. This time he takes notice of the rate that chat is moving.

“What’s wrong chat? Why are you all freaking out?” You get ready to say goodbye to your friendship with Quackity.

“Oh, you’re blushing. Why’re you so flustered y/n?” you know he’s looking at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. You don’t want to the see the look on his face. The way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears combined with the chat messages and the feel of Quackity’s eyes boring into the side of your head was too much.

“It’s hard not to be flustered when the person you have feelings for calls you cute in front of thousands of people!” Your voice is raised only slightly, not in anger but in fear. His eyes widen at your confession and you don’t even want to think about how chat is reacting.

At this point you don’t care if George is almost ready to upload the vlog. You just want to stop the stream and deal with this away from the prying eyes of your viewers. The stream ends suddenly due to Quackity pressing the end button, he could tell you weren’t in the right space to stream right now.

“Hey, look at me, okay?” You shake your head softly, wrapping your arms around your chest as a last ditch to try and shield yourself. By now, there were silent tears streaming down your face at the prospect of having ruined your friendship with one of the most important people in your life.

“Y/n” he gets up and approaches you from the other side. He crouches down to look up at you like you do with a small child. Now being able to see your face, this is when he sees your tears. He pulls his right sleeve over his hand and dabs at your face gently in an effort to rid your face of tears. His efforts prove fruitless when new ones instantly replaced those he wipes away.

“I’m sorry” your voice is small, half hoping he didn’t hear you at all. He smiles softly, half that you were now responding. The alcohol amplified the emotions you were feeling and left your head reeling trying to catch up to the thoughts in your head.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking and I got too drunk” he clears his throat, giving up on catching your eye.

“No, I’m glad you did” his words surprise you and without thinking you tilt your head to face him. It takes a second to process that he was really saying this, that it wasn’t your drunk brain trying to turn the situation positive.

“What?” Your posture changes slightly with a quick wiggle.

“I like you, y/n” it was clear to you that Quackity had sobered up quite a bit at this point. He was still feeling the effects a little but he was in a much better state than you.

Having him so close, gazing up at you while under the influence proved to be a fatal combo. Cupping his face gently, you tilt it up towards you so you can kiss him. You pull away soon after and he laughs before pulling you back in. The second kiss lasts seconds longer and when you pull away he reiterates his feelings for you. You’ve never felt so many emotions in such a small amount of time but you wouldn’t change it.

You wrap your arms around Quackity, feeling him return the gesture before realising how tired you are.

“I’m tired” he rubs circles on your back while you speak.

“Let’s go to bed” he smiles and grabs your hand, leading you to his bedroom. It isn’t long before you fall asleep, nestled into Quackity’s side.

#dream smp imagine #dtqk #quackity #quackity imagines #quackity fluff #dtqk x reader #dream smp fluff #dream smp x reader #dream smp #x reader

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gatheringfiki · 4 months

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GatheringFiKi Interest Survey 2023 - Results

Hi folks,

First of all, huge thank you to those who took the time to fill in our recent survey. We have now reviewed the results and have a couple of points we’d like to share.

1) The Headcount:

The first, biggest and most welcome surprise from the Survey is that there are so MANY of you! And most of you are new faces, which I think is just wonderful! Welcome, welcome, one and all!

The total of 23 people took part in the Survey (admittedly some of whom I have never seen take part in any events, but I have high hopes).

When I was leaving for my travels in September 2022, a similar Interest Survey presented a bleak picture, very different to today, with a number of people having clearly moved on (though not all!). Personally, I think it was the right call to accept and acknowledge that, re-subscribe those truly interested today, and re-focus my efforts and events targetting where it's actually wanted.

Please remember that if you ARE interested in taking part in our events, you can always ask to have personal notifications delivered to you whenever one is running - just message @linane-art

Of course, I am fully aware and very grateful that, apart from the folks taking part, there are also quite a few of you who consume the new content, read, watch, like, comment, reblog or just silently marvel and enjoy their (guilty?) pleasure. I love and appreciate you all.

2) Your Favourite Existing Events:

12 Days of Christmas - 18 votes

FiKi Week - 14 votes

Trick or Treat - 12 votes

Drabble Challenges - 11 votes

Durin's Day Gift Exchange - 11 votes

Kink Bingo - 9 votes

H/C Bingo - 8 votes

AUpocalypse - 7 votes

Fandom Raffle Exchange - 5 votes

Show Some Love - 5 votes

Fic of a Fic - 4 votes

Fanfic Rec Bingo - 2 votes

Secret Admirers - 1 vote

Round Robins - 0 votes

No surprises near the top: 12 Days has just ran and is beloved by everyone and FiKi Week is like THE Gatheringfiki event.

Trick or Treat also ran recently, but I think you also have a particular penchant for everything spooky/autumny.

Drabble Challenges are quick and easy, and I think a natural choice for a 'top up' event next to the big ones. I wonder if those of you who haven't experienced the speed and the 'write off all your other weekend plans'-ness of this event will think of it. :D

DDGE surprises a little, because it's a big commitment of an event, but I guess maybe because we're not running the Raffle regularly any more, and it's a similar enough thing? Or like a Big Bang? And there's nothing else that promotes actual collaborations. Intriguing.

The Bingos - always heat up the temperature in the room. I think those of you who want them, want them like burning. I also think (looking at hit counts), that there are also many more of you who, ah, enjoy the fruits of our labours, but like... anonymously and silently :D So long as those are not ran too often, I think they're a blast, and it's been 2 years.

AUpocalypse juuuust about makes it, but I think it has a special place, as it's the one event where artists can participate easily and have a fully free reign of what they create.

Please remember that if you are an artist and you're not sure how you can take part, we have this here handy guide for you.

Raffle is probably too big for the headcount we have, rec-type-events have not been popular for a few years now, Secret Admirers still out of favour (why???) and nobody liked Round Robins - fair enough.

3) Other Comments we got / possible New Events:

'A Dead Dove Event' - what is it, I've never comes accross it? Please message me on priv ;)

'Bring-A-Friend Event' - The incest thing will make some people uncomfortable, and those that check us out 'as a courtesy' are unlikely to actually get hooked. I think, by all means, spread the word if you know folks who might enjoy our fandom, but mostly it needs to be discovered on your own. Awareness of GF is the key.

'FiKi Bingo' - We already run 2 bingo-type events and a FiKi Week. I think that ticks both the desired format and desired content boxes.

'Valentine's Day Event' - there is nothing like that per se, but it is no coincidence that the Kink and H/C Bingos usually run around the time when everyone is feeling loved-up ;)

'I don't feel comfortable sharing my own content' - that is perfectly okay and your own choice. Nobody is going to try and push you. But I will say that if you have a supportive fandom, feedback can do wonders for your self-esteem and practice makes perfect. Otherwise, thank you just as much for your silent support.

'Discord Server' - I thought about it, but I think it'll be more of a problem than help. I don't know how to set it up, don't have the capacity to moderate it, only some people would be interested and many people will resist change. We've always said that Tumblr is our native platform and on Tumblr we will remain - don't want to dilute the fandom accorss multiple platforms, sorry.

'October Advent Calendar' - I'm sorry, I don't quite see how it would be different/better than Trick or Treat, except longer? Plus, 12 Days, which runs right after, has that element of 'something new to discover' every day ;)

'FiKi Mad Libs and Frankenstory' - see: Round Robins Event. And it scored 0 points, the poor thing :(

'Visual / phrase / poem / porny inspiration' - visual is addressed by 12 Days. Phrase/poem will be addressed by FiKi Week ;) Porny will be blocked by Tumblr :(

'Reblog-focussed Events' - Yes, agreed, but in the competition for calendar availability, all our rec-type events consistently lose out to out content-creating events. So we resort to caveating all our summary posts with pleas for reblogging and commenting. :/

I also wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone for the wonderful and humbling words of encouragement I’ve received. I do what I do because of the people in this fandom and I will continue doing so for as long as there is interest in it. It’s what being in a fandom means to me, and hopefully it inspires some of you too :)

A Calendar of Events for 2024 will follow in a separate post.

Wishing you all a cracking New Year, filled with inspiration, joy, passion and feels, hopefully all whipped up by those problematic 2 little a$$holes...

~gatheringfiki

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